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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
gossip's
its weight in . . .
a way to
run a business!
Spare me
trials!
Half your disappears,
but the still cheers!
Opera!
To hell Gluck and Handel -
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 no cast . . .

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

"Dear
a charming gala!
Christine a great success!
We hardly bereft
when left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

(reading his)]
"Dear Firmin,
just a brief
my salary has not paid.
Send it of the ghost,
by return of
P.T.O.:
No-one a debtor,
so it's if my
are obeyed!"

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

[FIRMIN (examining 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
of spectre . . .

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

Where is

You mean

I Miss Daae -
where is

Well, how should we

I an answer -
I it that 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, argue -
Isn't the
letter you

And what is it, that
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 patron -
is he?

What is it

(to RAOUL)]
I your letter -
a letter 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 what is it I'm
to have sent?
(RAOUL takes the letter and it)
"Your
at the Populaire are numbered.
Daae
will be on your behalf tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
should you
to her place."

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

Miss has returned.

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

Where is she now?

I it best
that she 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 letter and reads. The
voice lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you notes of the
most amiable nature, detailing how my is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one chance . . ."

VOICE (taking over)]
Christine has returned to you,
and I am her career
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you will cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role Miss Daae plays
calls for and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is -
makes my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the from my normal seat in
Box Five, will be kept empty for me. Should
commands be ignored, a disaster beyond 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 always be!

. . .

The man is mad!

We don't orders!

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

Carlotta be playing
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,
to those . . .

(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 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!