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Ficsur
You say good evening to him and: "Excuse me, sir; can you tell me the time?"
Liliom
And then what?
Ficsur
By that time I'll have stuck him—and then you take your knife [He stops as a Policeman enters at back.]
Policeman
Good-day!
Ficsur, Liliom
[In unison.] Good-day!
Ficsur
[Calling toward the kitchen.] Hey, photographer, come out. . . . Here's a customer. [There is a pause. The Policeman waits. Ficsur sings softly.]
"And when you're in the prison cell
They'll feed you bread and water
They'll make your little sweetheart tell."
Liliom, Ficsur
[Sing together, low.]
"Them all the things you brought her.
Look out here comes the"
