POLICEMAN
[Amazed, self-conscious.] How do you know that?
FICSUR
I used to practice my profession in that neighborhood.
POLICEMAN
What is your profession?
FICSUR
Professor of pianola—— [The POLICEMAN glares, aware that the man is joking with him, twirls his moustache indignantly. YOUNG HOLLUNDER comes out of the dark room and gives him the finished pictures.]
YOUNG HOLLUNDER
Here you are, sir. [The POLICEMAN examines the photographs, pays for them, starts to go, stops, glares at FICSUR and exits. When he is gone, FICSUR goes to the doorway and looks out after him. YOUNG HOLLUNDER exits. LILIOM reënters, buttoning his coat.]