CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : An Inspector Calls 2 - Unofficial
The Birlings stood there quick in thought, Mr Birling frozen to the knees. Sheila, carefully placing her weak hand upon her chin, staring at the ground without much focus. Eric confused and baffled. The stage as before and the entirety of the Birling's in the cosy- looking yet unhomelike living room.
//The curtains open//
Mr Birling: Hmm
Gerald: (dryly) At least it's a real inspector.
Mrs Birling: Quite so, but at this time of night, I must say.
Sheila: (hopefully) Please cut the pretence, this is our chance for rеdemption, to make things right
Mr Birling: (angrily) Off you two go to be-
Shеila: (protesting) Why so you can quietly talk the new inspector in the corner?. No I will stay
Eric: (recovering) I have to agree.
Mrs Birling: (low voice) Let them stay Arthur, Just until this absurd business is finished.
Mr Birling: Ok yes, This is the time we use our heads, and don't blurt out rubbish, hopefully this new inspector ain't some sort of crank.
Eric pauses hesitantly looking a bit faint, steadies himself and falls to the couch.
Mrs Birling: (looking worried and facing him) Are you Al-right Eric
Sheila: (mockingly) Have you seen the amount he's been drinking, I'm still surprised his still conscious.
Although, Sheila looks at him worryingly.
There is a loud knock at the door. The Billings turn their head, completely unprepared.
Edna: Should I get the door Mr Birling?
Mr Birling: (impatiently) Yes quickly.
Edna walks to the door and opens it. The older generation of Birlings and Gerald Croft take in a deep breath as one
Inspector: (Edna, who is now taking of his coat) Good Evening Madam.
Edna directs the inspector to the living room where careful faces were staring back at him.
Inspector: Hello Mr Birling, a quite shocking event has just been accounted at the infirmary, a pretty lively girl swallowed some disinfectant, burned her insides out of course.
Mr Birling: (hurriedly) Hmm tragic death, thanks for alerting us and please have a cup of port and decanter.
Inspector: No thank you, i'm on duty and I've recently heard word from an Inspector Goole, that you guys have done some undeniable unforgivable actions and that I should look out for a Sybil Birling, who refused to admit any partake of responsibility on her part.
Sybil Birling: (acting politely) Yes inspector that's me and he's not quite a real inspector, he's manner is very peculiar in the way he interrogates, and surely we're much better off without his inconsiderable comments.
Inspector: Sorry since I beg to differ, I am normally a light man however when I hear at this late hour, that a young lady passes away due to upper class citizens who are meant to be respectful to society, but instead treat the working class as simple trash then I start losing my temper.
Mr Birling: (firmly) I already said I would give thousands, and we haven't broken any law, you do see that inspector.
Inspector: (carefully) I have heard from this same Inspector, about crimes committed to Daisy Renton, although she wasn't Eva Smith yet at the time, he still told me even as Ms Smith she wasn't treated morally or even as a decent human being, instead as cheap labour (to Mr Birling), and an animal (avoiding glancing at Eric).
//The curtains open//
Mr Birling: Hmm
Gerald: (dryly) At least it's a real inspector.
Mrs Birling: Quite so, but at this time of night, I must say.
Sheila: (hopefully) Please cut the pretence, this is our chance for rеdemption, to make things right
Mr Birling: (angrily) Off you two go to be-
Shеila: (protesting) Why so you can quietly talk the new inspector in the corner?. No I will stay
Eric: (recovering) I have to agree.
Mrs Birling: (low voice) Let them stay Arthur, Just until this absurd business is finished.
Mr Birling: Ok yes, This is the time we use our heads, and don't blurt out rubbish, hopefully this new inspector ain't some sort of crank.
Eric pauses hesitantly looking a bit faint, steadies himself and falls to the couch.
Mrs Birling: (looking worried and facing him) Are you Al-right Eric
Sheila: (mockingly) Have you seen the amount he's been drinking, I'm still surprised his still conscious.
Although, Sheila looks at him worryingly.
There is a loud knock at the door. The Billings turn their head, completely unprepared.
Edna: Should I get the door Mr Birling?
Mr Birling: (impatiently) Yes quickly.
Edna walks to the door and opens it. The older generation of Birlings and Gerald Croft take in a deep breath as one
Inspector: (Edna, who is now taking of his coat) Good Evening Madam.
Edna directs the inspector to the living room where careful faces were staring back at him.
Inspector: Hello Mr Birling, a quite shocking event has just been accounted at the infirmary, a pretty lively girl swallowed some disinfectant, burned her insides out of course.
Mr Birling: (hurriedly) Hmm tragic death, thanks for alerting us and please have a cup of port and decanter.
Inspector: No thank you, i'm on duty and I've recently heard word from an Inspector Goole, that you guys have done some undeniable unforgivable actions and that I should look out for a Sybil Birling, who refused to admit any partake of responsibility on her part.
Sybil Birling: (acting politely) Yes inspector that's me and he's not quite a real inspector, he's manner is very peculiar in the way he interrogates, and surely we're much better off without his inconsiderable comments.
Inspector: Sorry since I beg to differ, I am normally a light man however when I hear at this late hour, that a young lady passes away due to upper class citizens who are meant to be respectful to society, but instead treat the working class as simple trash then I start losing my temper.
Mr Birling: (firmly) I already said I would give thousands, and we haven't broken any law, you do see that inspector.
Inspector: (carefully) I have heard from this same Inspector, about crimes committed to Daisy Renton, although she wasn't Eva Smith yet at the time, he still told me even as Ms Smith she wasn't treated morally or even as a decent human being, instead as cheap labour (to Mr Birling), and an animal (avoiding glancing at Eric).
