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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 seats get
worth
its weight in . . .
a way to
run a business!
Spare me
trials!
Half cast disappears,
but the crowd cheers!
Opera!
To hell with and Handel -
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 the queue?
Oh, it
got one too . . .

"Dear
a charming gala!
Christine a great success!
We were bereft
Carlotta left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

(reading his)]
"Dear Firmin,
just a reminder:
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 have the
to send
Someone 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 Miss Daae -
is she?

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 -
this the
letter you

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

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

If you didn't write it, who

is he?

Ah, back!

Your precious -
is he?

What is it

(to RAOUL)]
I have your -
a which 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 to tell me,
this is not the
you sent?!

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

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

Miss has returned.

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

Where is she now?

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 letter and reads. The
voice gradually over)]
"Gentlemen, I now sent you several notes of the
most amiable nature, how my theatre is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall you one last chance . . ."

[PHANTOM'S (taking over)]
Christine Daae has to you,
and I am anxious her
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you will therefore cast
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Miss plays
calls for and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is -
makes my casting,
in a
ideal.
I watch the performance from my normal seat in
Box Five, which be kept empty 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 who sent this:
(pointing an finger)
The - her lover!

(ironical)]

(to the OTHERS)
Can you this?

(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 don't orders!

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

Carlotta be playing
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's trying to
me!
You're only saying
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 angel . . .

Why did
fly my arms . . .?

You rebuked me!

Signora, us . . .

You replaced me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This shall see
your 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!