Liliom

by Ferenc Molnár

Good. I’ll come back in five minutes. How much do I owe you?

YOUNG HOLLUNDER

[With exaggerated deference.] You don’t need to pay in advance, Mr. Commissioner. [The POLICEMAN salutes condescendingly and exits at back. MOTHER HOLLUNDER carries the plate into the dark room. YOUNG HOLLUNDER, after pushing the camera back in place, follows her.]

MOTHER HOLLUNDER

[Muttering angrily as she passes FICSUR and LILIOM.] You hang around and dirty the whole place up! Why don’t you go take a walk? Things are going so well with you that you have to sing, eh? [Confronting FICSUR suddenly.] Weren’t you frightened sick when you saw the policeman?

FICSUR

[With loathing.] Go ’way, or I’ll step on you. [She exits into the dark room.]

LILIOM

They like Hollinger at the carousel?