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

Damnable!
Will they all walk
is damnable!

Andre, don't shout . . .
publicity!
And the is vast!
publicity!

But we have no . . .

(calmly)]
But Andre,
have you seen the
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 salary has not paid.
it care of the ghost,
by of post
P.T.O.:
No-one a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

Who would have the
to this?
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!
Nothing -
he is quite insane!

Where is

You Carlotta?

I mean Daae -
is she?

Well, how should we

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

What's all nonsense?

Of not!

Don't at us!

She's not with you,

Of not!

We're in the . . .

Monsieur, don't -
Isn't the
letter you

And what is it, we're
meant to have
(Realizing his mistake)
Written!

"Do not for Miss Daae.
The Angel of
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 have your -
a letter 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 dare to me,
that is not the
you sent?!

And what is it I'm
meant to sent?
(RAOUL the letter and reads it)
"Your
at the Opera are numbered.
Christine
be singing on your 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 well and 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 have a . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

[FIRMIN (Opens the letter and reads. The
gradually lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now you several notes of the
most amiable nature, how my theatre is to be
run. You have not my instructions.
I shall you one last chance . . ."

[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 which Miss Daae
calls for and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is -
makes my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall the performance from my normal seat in
Box Five, which will be kept 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 this:
(pointing an finger)
The - her lover!

(ironical)]

(to the OTHERS)
Can you this?

(to CARLOTTA, in protest)]
Signora!

(half to the MANAGERS, half 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 take orders!

(announcing it to EVERYONE)]
Miss will be playing
the Pageboy - the role . . .

Carlotta will be
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's useless 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 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!