THE GUARD
What do you want?
LILIOM
Please—can I get—have you got——?
THE GUARD
What?
LILIOM
[Whispers.] A cigarette? [The old GUARD stares at him, goes a few paces to the left, shakes his head disapprovingly. Then his expression softens. He takes a cigarette from his pocket and, crossing to LILIOM—who has gone over to the door at right—gives him the cigarette. THE FIRST throws open the door. An intense rose-colored light streams in. The glow of it is so strong that it blinds LILIOM and he takes a step backward and bows his head and covers his eyes with his hand before he steps forward into the light.]
THE CURTAIN FALLS