Stop!
LINZMAN
Well, my boy, do you still want to know what time it is? From ten to twelve years in prison!
LILIOM
You won’t get me! [LINZMAN laughs derisively. LILIOM is now three or four paces from the POLICEMAN and equally distant from LINZMAN. His face is uplifted to the sky. He bursts into laughter, half defiant, half self-pitying, and takes the kitchen knife from under his coat.] Julie—— [The ring of farewell is in the word. He turns sideways, thrusts the knife deep in his breast, sways, falls and rolls down the far side of the embankment. There is a long pause. From the left up on the embankment come the TWO POLICEMEN.]
LINZMAN
What’s the matter? [The FIRST POLICEMAN comes along the embankment as far as the steps, looks down in the opposite side, then climbs down at about the spot where LILIOM disappeared. LINZMAN and the other POLICEMAN mount the embankment and look down on him.] Stabbed himself?
VOICE OF FIRST POLICEMAN
Yes—and he seems to have made a thorough job of it.
LINZMAN