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——”