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

Damnable!
Will they all walk
is damnable!

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

But we have no . . .

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

"Dear
a charming gala!
Christine enjoyed a success!
We hardly bereft
when left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

(reading his)]
"Dear Firmin,
just a brief
my salary has not paid.
it care of the ghost,
by of post
P.T.O.:
No-one a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

Who would have the
to send
with a puerile brain!

[FIRMIN (examining letters)]
These are 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 Carlotta?

I mean Daae -
is she?

Well, how should we

I want an -
I take it that you me this note?

What's all nonsense?

Of not!

Don't at us!

She's not you, then?

Of not!

We're in the . . .

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

And what is it, we're
meant to wrote?
(Realizing his mistake)
Written!

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

If you write it, who did?

is he?

Ah, back!

Your precious -
is he?

What is it

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

(to RAOUL)]
And did you it?

Of not!

As if he would!

You didn't it?

Of not!

What's on . . .?

(to RAOUL)]
You to tell me,
this is not the
you sent?!

And is it that I'm
to have sent?
(RAOUL the letter and reads it)
"Your
at the Populaire are numbered.
Christine
will be singing on your tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
you attempt
to her place."

Far too
for my taste -
and of them
Christine!
All heard since we came
is Miss Daae's . . .

Miss has returned.

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

Where precisely is she

I thought it
that she went . . .

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 and reads. The PHANTOM'S
voice gradually over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several of the
amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one chance . . ."

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

(to MANAGERS)]
You reviled me!

The sees,
the knows . . .

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You have me!

Signora, us . . .

You replaced me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This hour 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!