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"Mystery
after night,"
if says, "Mystery
of flight!"
"Mystified
Surete say,
we are -
we foul play!"
Bad on
scene -
Carlotta,
now Christine!
Still, at
the get sold
worth
its in gold . . .
a way to
run a business!
Spare me
trials!
Half your disappears,
but the crowd cheers!
Opera!
To hell Gluck and Handel -
a scandal that'll
'em in the aisles!

Damnable!
Will they all out?
is damnable!

Andre, don't shout . . .
publicity!
And the is vast!
publicity!

But we no cast . . .

(calmly)]
But Andre,
have you the queue?
Oh, it
got one too . . .

"Dear
what a gala!
Christine a great success!
We were bereft
when Carlotta -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

(reading his)]
"Dear Firmin,
just a brief
my has not been paid.
Send it of the ghost,
by return of
P.T.O.:
likes a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

Who would the gall
to send
with a puerile brain!

[FIRMIN (examining letters)]
are both signed "O.G." . . .

Who the is he?

(immediately realizing)]
ghost!

(unamused)]
It's not amusing!

He's
our position!

In
he money!

He's a
of spectre . . .

. . . to a
retainer!
Nothing -
he is quite insane!

Where is

You mean

I mean Miss -
where is

Well, how we know?

I an answer -
I take it that you sent me note?

What's all nonsense?

Of not!

Don't at us!

She's not with you,

Of not!

We're in the . . .

Monsieur, don't -
Isn't the
letter you

And what is it, that
meant to have
(Realizing his mistake)
Written!

"Do not fear for Daae.
The of Music
has her his wing.
Make no to see her again."

If you write it, who did?

is he?

Ah, back!

Your precious -
is he?

What is it

(to RAOUL)]
I your letter -
a letter I
resent!

(to RAOUL)]
And did you it?

Of not!

As if he would!

You send it?

Of not!

What's on . . .?

(to RAOUL)]
You dare to me,
that is not the
you sent?!

And what is it I'm
meant to have
(RAOUL takes the letter and it)
"Your
at the Opera are numbered.
Christine
will be singing on your tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
should you
to her place."

Far too
for my taste -
and most of
Christine!
All we've heard we came
is Miss name . . .

Miss has returned.

(drily)]
I her midnight oil
is and truly burned.

Where is she now?

I thought it
she went home . . .

She rest.

May I see

No, monsieur,
she see no-one.

Will she
Will she

Here, I a note . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

[FIRMIN (Opens the letter and reads. The
voice lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several of the
most nature, detailing how my theatre is to be
run. You have not my instructions.
I give you one last chance . . ."

[PHANTOM'S (taking over)]
Christine Daae has to you,
and I am her career
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you therefore cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Daae plays
for charm and appeal.
The role of the is silent -
makes my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance my normal seat in
Box Five, which be kept empty for me. Should
these commands be ignored, a disaster your
will occur.

(taking over)]
"I remain, Gentlemen,
Your servant, O.G."

Christine!

Whatever . . .?

It's all a to help Christine!

This is . . .

I know who this:
(pointing an finger)
The - her lover!

(ironical)]

(to the OTHERS)
Can you believe

(to CARLOTTA, in protest)]
Signora!

[CARLOTTA (half to the MANAGERS, to herself)]
O traditori!

(to CARLOTTA)]
is a joke!

This nothing!

O mentitori!

Signora!

You are our star!

And always be!

. . .

The man is mad!

We take orders!

(announcing it to EVERYONE)]
Miss will be playing
the - the silent role . . .

Carlotta be playing
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's useless to
me!
You're only this
to me!
Signori, e
Non, non, non udire!
morire!
O mio!
Dio!

Who his word,
to those . . .

(to MANAGERS)]
You have me!

The sees,
the knows . . .

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You have me!

Signora, us . . .

You replaced me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This shall see
darkest fears . . .

I see her . . .

Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!

The knows,
the hears . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, for us!
Don't be a . . .

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!