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

Damnable!
Will all walk out?
is damnable!

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

But we no cast . . .

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

"Dear
a charming gala!
Christine a great success!
We were hardly
when left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

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

Who would the gall
to this?
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
sort of . . .

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

Where is

You mean

I mean Daae -
is she?

Well, how we know?

I an answer -
I take it you sent 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, argue -
this the
letter you

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

"Do not for Miss Daae.
The Angel of
has her his wing.
Make no 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 letter -
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 dare to me,
that is not the
you sent?!

And what is it I'm
to have sent?
(RAOUL takes the 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
notes for my -
and most of
Christine!
All heard since we came
is Daae's name . . .

Miss has returned.

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

Where is she now?

I it best
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 have now you several notes 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 will therefore Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Daae plays
for charm and appeal.
The of the Pageboy is silent -
which my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my seat in
Box Five, which will be kept empty for me.
these commands be ignored, a disaster your
will occur.

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

Christine!

Whatever . . .?

It's all a ploy to Christine!

This is . . .

I know who sent
(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 will be!

. . .

The man is mad!

We take orders!

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

Carlotta will be
the lead!

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

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You have me!

Signora, us . . .

You have me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This hour see
your darkest . . .

I see her . . .

Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!

The knows,
the angel . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

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

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!