LULU. I? Not a soul.
ALVA. I love you. (Hides his face in her lap.)
LULU. (Both hands in his hair.) I poisoned your mother— (Rodrigo sticks his head out from the curtains, left, sees Schön sitting in the gallery and signs to him to watch Lulu and Alva. Schön points his revolver at Rodrigo; Rodrigo signs to him to point it at Alva. Schön cocks the revolver and takes aim. Rodrigo draws back behind the curtains. Lulu sees him draw back, sees Schön sitting in the gallery, and gets up.) His father! (Schön rises, lets the hangings fall before him. Alva remains motionless on his knees. Pause.)
SCHÖN. (Holding a paper in his hand, takes Alva by the shoulder.) Alva! (Alva gets up as though drunk with sleep.) A revolution has broken out in Paris.
ALVA. To Paris ... let me go to Paris—
SCHÖN. In the editors' room they're beating their heads against the wall. No one knows what he ought to write. (He unfolds the paper and accompanies Alva out, rear. Rodrigo rushes out from the curtains toward the stairs.)
LULU. (Barring his way.) You can't get out here.
RODRIGO. Let me through!
LULU. You'll run into his arms.
RODRIGO. He'll shoot me thru the head!