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"Mystery
after night,"
if says, "Mystery
of flight!"
"Mystified
baffled say,
we are -
we suspect play!"
Bad on
scene -
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 crowd cheers!
Opera!
To hell Gluck 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 no cast . . .

(calmly)]
But Andre,
have you seen the
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 brief
my has not been paid.
Send it of the ghost,
by return of
P.T.O.:
No-one a debtor,
so it's if my
are obeyed!"

Who have the gall
to this?
Someone with a brain!

(examining both 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 clearly insane!

Where is

You Carlotta?

I mean Daae -
is she?

Well, how we know?

I an answer -
I take it that you sent me this

What's all this

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
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 didn't 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 to tell 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 Populaire are numbered.
Daae
will be singing on 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 Daae's name . . .

Miss has returned.

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

Where is she now?

I thought it
that she home . . .

She rest.

May I see

No, monsieur,
she see no-one.

Will she
Will she

Here, I have a . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

[FIRMIN (Opens the letter and reads. The
gradually lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you notes of the
most amiable nature, 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 anxious her
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you will cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Daae plays
calls for and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is -
makes my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my seat in
Box Five, will be kept empty for me. Should
these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond
imagination occur.

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

Christine!

Whatever . . .?

It's all a ploy to Christine!

This is . . .

I who sent 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 don't orders!

(announcing it to EVERYONE)]
Miss Daae be playing
the Pageboy - the silent . . .

Carlotta be playing
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's trying 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 my arms . . .?

You rebuked 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!
be a martyr . . .

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!