BUBNOFF [joining in]
“But my prison is all dark. . . .”
[Door opens quickly.]
THE BARON [on the threshold; yells] Hey—you—come—come here! Out in the waste—in the yard . . . over there . . . The actor—he’s hanged himself. . . .
[Silence. All stare at the Baron. Behind him appears Nastya, and slowly, her eyes wide with horror, she walks to the table.]
SATINE [in a matter-of-fact voice] Damned fool—he ruined the song . . . !
CURTAIN.
[Transcriber’s Note]
This transcription is based on images digitized by the University of Connecticut and posted by the Internet Archive at: