SAM (hitting her on the jaw)
Shet up! Yo’ blackguardin’ hussy!
LIZZIE (shrieking)
Murder! Murder! Po-lice! Po-lice! Murder!
(Sam darts out the door, Back. Lucy Belle closes the door, Left. Hurried footsteps are heard off stage, Back. Lizzie glances out of the window, Left Back, gives a little gasp, looks wildly about for a place to hide, runs to the closet door, opens it, darts in and pulls it shut after her. A policeman enters, Back.)
POLICEMAN (calling out)
What’s the trouble here?
(He stands looking about the room for a moment or two, then advances toward the door, Left. It suddenly opens and Lucy Belle enters.)
POLICEMAN (gruffly)
What’s the matter?