[They hum the rest so as not to let the Policeman hear the words "the damn police." As they sing, Mrs. Hollunder and her son enter.]
Policeman
Do you make cabinet photographs?
Young Hollunder
Certainly, sir. [Points to a rack of photographs on the wall.] Take your choice, sir. Would you like one full length?
Policeman
Yes, full length. [Mother Hollunder pushes out the camera while her son poses the Policeman, runs from him to the camera and back again, now altering the pose, now ducking under the black cloth and pushing the camera nearer. Meanwhile Mother Hollunder has fetched a plate from the dark room and thrust it in the camera. While this is going on, Liliom and Ficsur, their heads together, speak in very low tones.]
Liliom
Belong around here?
Ficsur
Not around here.
Liliom
Where, then?
