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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 in gold . . .
a way to
run a business!
Spare me
trials!
Half your disappears,
but the still cheers!
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and -
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 have no . . .

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

"Dear
what a gala!
Christine a great success!
We were hardly
Carlotta left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

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

Who have the gall
to send
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
sort of . . .

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

Where is

You Carlotta?

I mean Miss -
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 you, then?

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 of Music
has her his wing.
Make no 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 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 is it that I'm
meant to have
(RAOUL takes the and reads it)
"Your
at the Opera are numbered.
Christine
will be singing on behalf tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
you attempt
to her place."

Far too
notes for my -
and most of
Christine!
All we've heard we came
is Miss name . . .

Miss has returned.

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

Where precisely is she

I it best
that she 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
gradually lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you notes of the
amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I give you one last chance . . ."

VOICE (taking over)]
Christine Daae has to you,
and I am anxious her
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you will therefore Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Miss 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, will be kept empty for me. Should
these commands be ignored, a beyond your
will occur.

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

Christine!

Whatever . . .?

It's all a to help Christine!

This is . . .

I know who sent
(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 don't orders!

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

(to MANAGERS)]
You reviled me!

The sees,
the knows . . .

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You have me!

Signora, us . . .

You have me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This hour see
darkest fears . . .

I see her . . .

Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!

The knows,
the angel . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, for us!
be a martyr . . .

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!