An Inspector Calls Page #6
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Was it or was it not your influence?
I didn't like her manner.
- Why did she ask for help?
You know very well why
she asked for help. - No I didn't.
I know that she needed help,
but if I wasn't there
then I don't know why she asked
it from your committee.
I don't think we need to discuss it.
You have no hope of not
discussing it, Missus Birling.
If you think you can bring any
pressure to bear upon me, inspector,
you're very much mistaken.
Unlike the other three, I have
nothing that I'm ashamed of
or that won't bear investigation.
This girl asked for assistance.
We are required to look very carefully
into the claims made upon us.
I wasn't satisfied
with this girl's tale.
It seemed to me that
she was not a good case.
so I used my influence
to have it refused.
In spite of what's happened since,
I still think that I did my duty.
So if I don't choose
to discuss it any further,
you have no power to
make me change my mind.
I'm afraid I have that power,
Missus Birling.
No you have not!
Simply because I've done
nothing wrong, and you know it!
If you've done nothing wrong, why
are you afraid to discuss it, Missus Birling?
How dare you say I'm afraid.
(Under the) circumstances
I consider I was perfectly justified!
The girl told us a pack of lies.
Made me lose all patience with her.
She claimed elaborate, fine feelings
and scruples, simply absurd in
a girl in that position.
She gave herself ridiculous airs.
She'd no ridiculous airs
when I saw her last.
In the infirmary.
Come now, Miss Birling. Let's have
some facts. Facts, please!
There was a meeting of the commitee
with yourself in the chair
to which this girl appealed
for help, isn't that so?
Yes.
-Under what name?
Not as Eva Smith?
- No.
Nor as Daisy Renton.
- As what, then?
Missus Birling.
What did you say?
- Pardon?
You called yourself
Missus Birling just now.
I'm sorry? - That's not your
husband's name, is it?
No. -But you know that it is mine?
No! - If you come here for the express
purpose of being impertinent...
No. It was the first name I thought of.
I worked at Birling's once.
What is your husband's name.
I can't say.
You can't say!
In fact, you're not
married at all, are you?
No.
So your whole story about a husband
who deserted you is quite false, isn't it?
Yes.
Tissue of lies.
Have you tried to get work?
I can't get work.
- Why not?
I can't say.
If you don't confide in us
we can't help you, can we?
Now, why can't you work?
I'm going to have a baby.
Come along, my dear.
You must sit down.
There are plenty of chairs.
Sit down now.
-Thank you m'am
There are certain circumstances
seated as much as possible.
May we now proceed, Missus Livson?
- Oh, do.
Now, this man. Why must
you lie about him?
I didn't want to bring him into it.
Why not?
He didn't mean any harm, he was
just silly and wild.
Sometimes he drank too much.
Why don't you make him marry you?
compelled to marry him.
It isn't that he won't marry
me, we just couldn't.
We're not of the same class.
This's ridiculous...
A girl in your position can't
afford these fine airs and scruples.
You don't mind coming
begging for charity,
why not go to this drunken
young idler, whoever he is?
Make him support you.
He did. He gave me money.
And now he won't give you anymore?
He would, but I can't take it.
This young ne'er-do-well,
because of your high-falutin' notions,
is to escape the
consequences of his actions,
and shift hist responisbility onto a
charitable organization such as this.
committee will agree with me
that it would be monstrous
were I to recommend
the expenditure of our
funds in such a way.
In my opinion he should
be publicly exposed.
If you want help, young woman,
go to him.
So I think I was perfectly justified in advising
my committee not to allow her claim.
I'm sorry she should've come to
such a horrible end, but
I accept no blame for it at all.
Tell me who, who do you say
is to blame, then?
First, the girl herself.
By letting father and me have her
chucked out of her jobs?
Secondly, I blame the young man.
He ought to be dealt with very severely.
If the girl's death is due to anybody,
then it's due to him.
Ah, then he's the chief
culprit anyhow? - Certainly.
In that case, he's responsible for the
whole thing. The girl's death, everything.
He ought to be dealt with very severely.
Mother, please stop. - You're behaving
like a hysterical child, my Sheila.
And if you would take steps
to find this young man,
make him admit his responsibilities
instead of staying here and asking
quite unnecessary questions,
then you really would
be doing your duty.
I'll do my duty.
Now perhaps you'd like to
say goodnight. - Not yet. I'm waiting.
Waiting? For what?
- To do my duty.
Oh mother, can't you see?
Are you suggesting... My boy....
If it was, Missus Birling, we know
what to do. You just told us.
Yes, but.... Look here, inspector!
Mother, I begged and begged you to stop.
I don't believe it.
I won't believe it.
Come in, Mister Birling.
- What?
I think I heard your son come in.
I didn't hear anything.
Oh, yes. There he is.
Eric.
You know, don't you?
I don't know anything.
Not anymore.
Mother's been blaming everything on
the young man who got this girl into trouble.
Saying you shouldn't escape, and
should be made an example of.
That's enough, Sheila.
You haven't made it any easier for me,
have you, mother?
You're not like that!
Mother, what's the use of pretending?
If you had any sense of loyalty you...
Father, you don't have
to talk to Sheila like that.
Hold your tongue!
I've had about enough.
- One moment please.
You'll have plenty of time to adjust
family relationships after I've gone.
Because now, Mister Birling,
I'd like to ask your son
about his association
with Eva Smith.
Sheila, take your mother
into the dining room.
Father, I want to hear-
- You heard what I said.
Go on Sibil.
Could I have a drink first?
No you don't!
- Yes.
I know I know, this is your house
and he's your son, but look at him.
This is one time he needs a drink.
- Alright, go on.
Now when did you first meet this girl?
It was one night last winter.
I'd been out with some of the
chaps, I was a bit squiffy, I...
It was late but I didn't
want to go home.
So for some reason I don't
know why I, I got on a tram.
Nevermind about trams, go on!
Fares, please.
Fares, please.
How much? - Well that depends on
how far you're going, doesn't it?
Not too far. We mustn't overdo it.
That's nice, but you're the one
that's been overdoing it.
Come on, we'll call
it toppence then.
Yes. Yes that's very reasonable.
Here you are, and I want 19 and
10 pence of change.
Well I haven't got 19 and 10 pence.
Stop trying to make a fool of me.
I've had a long day. Either pay your
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