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

Damnable!
Will they all 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
what a gala!
enjoyed a great success!
We were hardly
when left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

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

Who would the gall
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 Miss -
is she?

Well, how should we

I an answer -
I take it that you 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
you wrote?

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

"Do not fear for Daae.
The Angel of
has her his wing.
no attempt to see her again."

If you write 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 to tell me,
that is not the
you sent?!

And what is it I'm
meant to 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 we've heard since we
is Daae's name . . .

Miss has returned.

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

Where precisely is she

I thought it
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 and reads. The PHANTOM'S
voice gradually over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you notes of the
most amiable nature, detailing how my is to be
run. You have not my instructions.
I shall give you one last . . ."

VOICE (taking over)]
Christine has returned to you,
and I am her career
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you will therefore cast
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Daae plays
for charm and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is -
which my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my normal in
Box Five, which will be 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 who sent this:
(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 be playing
the Pageboy - the silent . . .

Carlotta be playing
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,
to those . . .

(to MANAGERS)]
You have me!

The sees,
the knows . . .

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You rebuked me!

Signora, us . . .

You replaced me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This shall see
your 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!