DR. BOXER
What is that?
EDE
Rauchhaupt. Nothin' to worry about.
LANGHEINRICH
Sounds kind o' gruesome, don't it? 'Tain't nothin' very lovely neither. When that feller's pains in his leg gets hold o' him an' he roars out that way o' nights—that goes right through an' through any one. No, before I'd stand pain like that I'd go an' put a bullet through my head.
EDE
Gee-rusalem! That's a wind again. Look out, Doctor, that your hat don't fly away.
A hat is whirled by the wind along the street. SCHMAROWSKI, hatless, a roll of paper in his hand, runs chasing it.