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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
gossip's
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 -
a scandal that'll
'em in the aisles!

Damnable!
Will they all walk
is damnable!

Andre, please shout . . .
publicity!
And the is vast!
publicity!

But we have no . . .

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

"Dear
what a gala!
Christine enjoyed a success!
We were hardly
when Carlotta -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

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

Who would the gall
to this?
with a puerile brain!

[FIRMIN (examining 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 Carlotta?

I Miss Daae -
is she?

Well, how should we

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

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
to have wrote?
(Realizing his mistake)
Written!

"Do not for Miss 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 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 dare to me,
that is not the
you sent?!

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

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

Miss has returned.

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

Where is she now?

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

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

Carlotta will be
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 have me!

The sees,
the angel . . .

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You rebuked 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 hears . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, for us!
be a martyr . . .

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!