[Stonily.] Left side.
FICSUR
That’s right—over your heart. [Feels it.] Ah—there it is—there—there’s the blade—quite a big fellow, isn’t it—ah, here it begins to get narrower. [Reaches the tip of the knife.] And here is its eye—that’s what it sees with. [JULIE enters from the kitchen, passes them slowly, watching them in silent terror, then stops. FICSUR nudges LILIOM.] Sing, come on, sing!
LILIOM
[In a quavering voice.]
“Look out for the damn police.”
FICSUR
[Joining in, cheerily, loudly, marking time with the swaying of his body.]
“Look out, look out, my pretty lad.”
LILIOM