End of Act One

What was that?

Maybe another waiter

That was the sound of the revolution

That was the sound of the city

If it's not some alarm

It’s a backfire

Either that or the blatt

Of a horn

It’s but one of the joys

Of the city: the noise—

Sir, as sure as the day I was born

That was a shot

Listen! The revolution is starting!

How exciting! Let's go see!

Maybe it was a gunshot...

A gunshot in this neighborhood?

Absolutely absurd!

It's the city, what’s the big deal?

I think I know what a gunshot sounds like

My Lord, how terrible—!

But Fritz, who cares what it was!

I told you—

Something's happening

Something's going on...

Come on, Inferno. Come on!

Oh, it's not the end of the world, Fritzie!

This time it is!

Dinner is served!

Oh! Food!

Ladies and gents

Let's do it fast

We thank you, Lord

For food at last—

And just to make the day complete:

To you—

To you—

To you—

To you—

To you—

To you—

To you—

To you—

Inferno here

You? You're Inferno?

Bon appetit, Apocalypse

Do enjoy your evening

Let's eat!

What a perfect day!