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. [To ] Lock the door! Stand by! God! Nobody moves!

. Room there! Back! Or…

. No! No you don't! You'd only run into the police. They'd pull us all. Order! Quiet! Sit down!

. [Furiously to ] It was you! You did it! We are ruined!

. Yes! It was I! I! It was not you! You coward!

. You?

. He sold me! Do you hear? He sold me! Coward! Coward!

. But they're not going to let him die like this?

. No one leaves this room.

. No blood? He bleeds internally; a bad sign. He'll never get up.

. The police! They've heard us. Run! Quick! Sit down! If they knock we'll have to open. Keep cool! This blood—[He overturns a bottle] There! Sit down! And you… Get around him! Back! Hold him up! So… And you there, sing—sing and dance! Music! The police! Sh!… Quiet!…

. My God! My God!

. [Striking her] Dance! Dance, I tell you!

. What's this noise? What's the matter?

. Nothing! You see…