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

Damnable!
Will they all out?
is damnable!

Andre, please 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 left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

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

Who would the gall
to send
Someone 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 clearly insane!

Where is

You mean

I mean Daae -
where is

Well, how we know?

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

And what is it, that
to have 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 patron -
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 dare to me,
this is not the
you sent?!

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

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

Miss has returned.

(drily)]
I her midnight 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
she sing?

Here, I a note . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

[FIRMIN (Opens the and reads. The PHANTOM'S
voice lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I now sent you several notes of the
most amiable nature, how my theatre is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one last . . ."

[PHANTOM'S (taking over)]
Christine has returned 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 Miss Daae plays
for charm and appeal.
The role of the is silent -
which my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the from my normal seat in
Box Five, which be kept empty for me. Should
these commands be ignored, a disaster your
imagination 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 don't 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 only saying
to me!
Signori, e
Non, non, non udire!
morire!
O mio!
Dio!

Who his word,
to those . . .

(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!