An Inspector Calls Page #9

in there this afternoon

who commited suicide

by drinking disinfectant?

or... any suicide?

Yes, I'll wait.

Yes?

You're certain of that?

I see. Thank you very much. Goodbye.

No girl has died there today.

They haven't had a suicide in months.

What a relief! Gerald my boy,

pull us out some drinks at once!

To think that it's all over!

- Is it? - Well isn't it?

We've just been had, that's all!

So nothing's really happened?

Just because it didn't end tragically,

there's nothing to be sorry for?

Nothing to learn?

We can all go on behaving just

as we did! - Well, why shouldn't we?

You had begun to learn something,

but now you're ready to

go on the same old way?

Oh, and you're not, eh?

No.

Because I remember what he said and

how he made me feel.

It frightens me the way you talk.

It frightens me, too.

Just look at them! The famous

younger generation who know it all!

They can't even take a joke!

I tell you, whoever that inspector is, as

long as I live I shall never forget him.

I do! I'd forgotten all about him!

Oh good gracious! Now Arthur,

what do you think we'd better do?

We don't want any fuss or scandal.

- Leave it to me my dear.

We'll just give him a fright and

send him away with a flea in his ear.

After all, you know,

we owe him the right!

Now look here,

I want to have a few

straight words with you.

One or two facts have come

my way, Mister so-called inspector.

And now it's my turn to

ask you a few questions,

and I don't think you're going to like

- Father

You're wanted on the telephone.

Just a minute.

Mister Birling speaking.

Yes, Fletcher?

What?

Here?

It was the police.

A girl has just died on

her way to the infirmary.

After swallowing some disinfectant.

The police inspector is on his way here.

To ask some questions.

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