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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 seats get
worth
its in gold . . .
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 all walk out?
is damnable!

Andre, please don't . . .
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 bereft
when Carlotta -

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 of post
P.T.O.:
likes a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

Who would the gall
to send
Someone with a 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
of spectre . . .

. . . to a
retainer!
plainer -
he is quite insane!

Where is

You Carlotta?

I Miss Daae -
where is

Well, how should we

I want an -
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 -
Isn't the
letter you

And what is it, we're
meant to 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 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 didn't 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 sent?
(RAOUL takes the letter and it)
"Your
at the Opera are numbered.
Christine
will be singing on behalf tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
should you
to her place."

Far too
for my taste -
and of them
Christine!
All we've heard 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
gradually lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several of the
most amiable nature, how my theatre is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one chance . . ."

[PHANTOM'S (taking over)]
Daae has returned to you,
and I am anxious her
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you therefore cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Miss
in the of Countess.
The role Miss Daae plays
for charm and appeal.
The role of the is silent -
makes my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my seat in
Box Five, which will be 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 to help 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 always 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 saying this
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 my arms . . .?

You have me!

Signora, us . . .

You replaced me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This shall 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 . . .

new surprises
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!