*ingly, moves to the right between Linzman and the embankment, pauses just behind Linzman and follows him. Liliom stands bewildered a few paces to the left of the railroad ties. He finds himself facing Linzman. Trembling in every limb.] Good evening. Excuse me, sir, can you tell me the time? [Ficsur springs silently at Linzman, the little knife in his right hand. But Linzman catches Ficsur's right hand with his own left and forces Ficsur to his knees. Simultaneously Linzman thrusts his right hand into his coat pocket and produces a revolver which he points at Liliom's breast. Liliom is standing two paces away from the revolver. There is a long pause.]
Linzman
[In a low, even voice.] It is twenty-five minutes past six. [Pauses, looks ironically down at Ficsur.] It's lucky I grabbed the hand with the knife instead of the other one. [Pauses again, looks appraisingly from one to the other.] Two fine birds! [To Ficsur.] I should live so—Rothschild has more luck than you. [To Liliom.] I'd advise you to keep nice and quiet. If you make one move, you'll get two bullets in you. Just look into the barrel. You'll see some little things in there made of lead.
Ficsur
Let me go. I didn't do anything.
