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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
gossip's
its weight in . . .
a way to
run a business!
Spare me
trials!
Half your disappears,
but the still cheers!
Opera!
To hell with and Handel -
It's a scandal
'em in the aisles!

Damnable!
Will all walk out?
is damnable!

Andre, don't shout . . .
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 enjoyed a success!
We were hardly
when Carlotta -

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.:
likes a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

Who would have the
to this?
Someone a puerile brain!

(examining both letters)]
These are both "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 Daae -
is she?

Well, how should we

I want an -
I take it that you sent me 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 is it, that 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 patron -
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,
that is not the
you sent?!

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

Far too
notes for my -
and of them
Christine!
All we've heard since we
is Daae's name . . .

Miss has returned.

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

Where precisely is she

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

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

. . .

The man is mad!

We take orders!

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

Carlotta will be
the lead!

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

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You rebuked me!

Signora, us . . .

You have me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This shall see
darkest fears . . .

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!