An Inspector Calls Page #8
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- No. No, I don't think you will.
You needn't look at me,
I know I shan't.
I started it.
No, No I don't think we can quite
say that you started it, Miss Birling.
Can we, Mister Birling?
Inspector, I'll... I'll give thousands.
Yes, thousands. - You're offering
money at the wrong time, father.
It isn't only Eva Smith, father.
It's all the other Eva Smiths.
The things we do to people without
realizing it.
Only for once we've
seen the consequences.
Yes, I was rather hoping one of
you would say something like that.
I suppose if we all knew the
consequences beforehand
we'd all be a bit more careful,
eh Missus Birling?
But it's a pity that so often
something horrible has to happen
before we see some things at all.
Do you know that not one of
you is the same person that you were
when I first came here tonight?
Well now... I wonder
where I left my hat?
I think I saw it in the dining
room, Arthur. - Yes, that's right.
Thank you, Missus Berling.
Thank you.
Eric! - Sheila, please! I don't
think I can stand anymore tonight.
I only want to say how sorry I
am about you and that girl. - Thank you.
We've never been much of a brother
and sister before, have we?
Things change, I suppose.
I can change.
Stop drinking, take my punishment
over the money.
Try and pay it back somehow.
Nobody really cares about the money
anymore, it's you I'm thinking of.
Don't let it make you feel bitter about
father and mother. Don't let it Eric.
Alright. But you mustn't feel like
that about Gerald, either.
I don't any longer, not really.
- Because he's in love with you, you know.
And you are with him, aren't you?
I was very much, but...
after hearing about him and that girl...
- That doesn't matter.
Gerald's alright. Well I know he puts on
the grand Croft manner sometimes
but he's alright behind it all.
You know that, don't you?
- Yes.
Good evening, Mister Croft.
Oh, it's you Sergeant.
Good evening.
Everything alright, sir?
- Yes.
Yes, everything's fine.
Taking a stroll before I turn in.
Looks like a change in the weather, sir.
- Yes. Well, I'd better be going.
By the way, Sergeant, what sort of
a fellow is this Inspector Poole? - Poole?
Which division, sir?
Well, here is Bromley.
There's no Inspector Poole in Bromley, Sir.
Are you certain?
- Positive, sir.
You couldn't be mistaken, could you?
I mean, there couldn't be
a new man transferred here
that you didn't know anything about?
Impossible, Sir. I would've heard of it
down at the station.
No, you can rest assured there
is no Inspector Poole in Bromley.
Inspector? What inspector?
- Oh, of course you don't know, do you.
They're all in the dining room, sir.
Goodbye, Missus Birling.
Goodbye, Miss Birling.
Good night, Mister Croft.
Just a moment, inspector.
Something has happened, and I
must speak to Mr and Mrs Birling.
Do you mind waiting?
Not at all Mister Croft, but it
won't make any difference, you know.
Well, Mister Birling, where
would you like me to wait? - Wait?
Well...
Would you mind waiting in my study?
- Certainly.
Thank you Mister Birling.
Will you take a seat?
You know something?
- That man isn't a police officer!
What!? - Are you certain?
- Absolutely!
But how did you find out?
I met a policeman I know down the road
and I asked him about the inspector
He swore there was no Inspector Poole
on the force here.
By dingle, a fake! - Yes!
I knew a real inspector would
never have spoken to me like that.
Yes, and look at the way he talked to me too,
ordering me about in my own house!
He must've know I was an
ex-Lord Mayor and a magistrate!
I mean, real inspectors
just don't talk like that.
You were right, he wasn't real.
There's no such inspector.
We've been had.
I just can't believe it.
- Well there's no doubt about it.
This makes a difference, you know.
I suppose we're all nice people now?
If you've got nothing more
sensible to say than that Sheila,
you'd better keep quiet.
She's right, though. - Yes, and
you'd better keep quiet anyhow.
You'd better know Gerald,
I stole some money.
And you'll pay back.
Oh, the money's not important,
it's what happened to the girl and
what we all did to her that matters!
Harry's absolutely right. Just
remember what that inspector said.
But he's not an inspector!
- Well he inspected us all right!
What do you make of this business now?
this town who dislike me enough to
arrange a put-up job of this sort.
What on earth are you doing?
- Idiot!
Give me that!
If the man's an impostor we'd better have him
him arrested before he escapes, haven't we?
You keep out of this. And keep
the police out too.
Anyway, he can't escape without
coming out here.
What about the windows?
Impossible, they're barbed.
Just a moment.
I'm sorry Inspector, we shan't keep you
much longer.
Now we've got him.
All we have to do is to settle
quietly amongst ourselves
what to do, and the best
way to deal with him.
We've established he's an impostor.
It's the same rotten story
whether we told it to a
police inspector or somebody else,
what difference does it make?
It makes all the difference between a
lot of stuff like this coming out in private,
and a downright public scandal!
Scandal? What does a scandal matter?
The girl's dead and we all helped
to kill her, that's what matters.
But did we? Who says so?
There's no real evidence that we did.
Of course there is!
- No, there isn't!
Just think! A man comes here
pretending to be a police officer.
Now what does he do?
Very artfully, working on bits of information
he's picked up here and there,
he bluffs us into confessing
that we've been
mixed up in this girl's life
in one way or another.
And so we have.
But how do we know it's the same girl?
We all admitted it anyway.
- No we didn't!
We admitted something to do with a girl,
but how do we know it's the same girl?
- By the photograph.
But how do we know
it's the same photograph?
He was very careful that Eric and I
shouldn't see the one
he showed to your father.
Now just think back.
Did any two of us look at the
same photograph at once?
No.
No. - No. - Precisely.
There's no proof that it was
the same photograph
Therefore, no proof that
it was the same girl.
Daisy Renton was really Eva Smith.
We've only got his word for it and
he may have been lying all the time.
Of course! There were probably 4 or 5
different girls.
That doesn't matter to me.
The one I knew is dead.
Well, we can soon settle that.
- Oh? How?
By ringing the infirmary.
Hello, will you get me the infirmary?
It's urgent. No, I don't know the number.
Either there's a dead girl there
or there isn't.
And if there isn't?
Hello? Is that the infirmary?
This is Mister Gerald Croft speaking,
of Croft's limited.
We are rather worried
about one of our employees.
Have you had a girl brought
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