An Inspector Calls 2 - Unofficial J. B. Priestley (Ft. The Birlings)

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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