LOLITA: (Pleading.) No, Mama, don't let him go . . .
DOLORES: Leave me alone!
TONY: (TONY appears in the window, but stays outside when he sees what is happening. To MACHITO.) You woke me up . . .
DOLORES: (Surprised at TONY's arrival.) Ay, dear God, I can never hear him coming . . .!
MACHITO: (Very agitated, putting on his pants.) Tony, we have to take back the bet . . . (Gropes for his shoes)
LOLITA: Stop him, Mama! Don't let him go! Don't let him go! (MACHITO goes toward TONY, fastening his pants, but then stops, goes into the bathroom for a moment and comes out again, concealing the razor in his pocket; LOLITA tries to get in his way, but DOLORES prevents her from doing so.)
DOLORES: (Harshly.) Let him do what he's got to do! (MACHITO leaves through the window where TONY is waiting, and both go down the fire escape. LOLITA, shaking herself free of her mother, runs over to the window with the intention of calling to him, but gives up.)
LOLITA: (From the window, turning toward her mother.) If something happens to him . . . (Pauses.) . . . this time it will really be your fault! (LOLITA goes to the telephone and dials a number; DOLORES remains oblivious.) Father MartÍn, please! (Listens.) This is an emergency! An emergency! (Listens again.) And can't you interrupt him? It's matter or life or death! (Hangs up the telephone violently, watches her mother angrily, and runs out the door. DOLORES remains alone, confused; she slowly closes the door and begins to pick up the invitations still scattered on the floor; the lights dim until only the flashing blue light remains, slipping in through the window.)
A few hours later. It is now evening. The apartment is dark and in shambles, as it was left at the conclusion of the previous scene. The flashing blue neon sign intermittently lights MACHITO's favorite chair, which is now empty. DOLORES, who seems to have