Storyboard for An Inspector Calls, Act 3. This is the second part.
"(taking charge, masterfully) Stop!"
"They are suddenly quiet, staring at him."
"I don't need to know any more. Neither do you. This girl killed herself – and died a horrible death. But each of you helped to kill her. Remember that. Never forget it. (He looks from one to the other of them carefully.) But then I don't think you ever will."
Eric: "(unhappily) My God – I'm not likely to forget."
Sheila: "(bitterly) I know. I had her turned out of a job. I started it."
Inspector Goole: "Remember what you did, Mrs Birling. You turned her away when she most needed help. You refused her even the pitiable little bit of organized charity you had in your power to grant her."
Inspector Goole: "Well, Eva Smith's gone. You can't do her any more harm. And you can't do her any good now, either. You can't even say “I'm sorry, Eva Smith.”
Inspector Goole: "(rather savagely, to Birling) You started it. She wanted twenty-five shillings a week instead of twenty-two and sixpence. You made her pay a heavy price for that. And now she'll make you pay a heavier price still."
Inspector Goole: "Just used her for the end of a stupid drunken evening, as if she was an animal, a thing, not a person. No, you won't forget."
Inspector Goole: "You helped – but you didn't start it"
Inspector Goole: "You're offering the money at the wrong time, Mr Birling."
"But just remember this. One Eva Smith has gone – but there are millions and millions and millions of Eva Smiths and John Smiths still left with us, with their lives, their hopes and fears, their suffering and chance of happiness, all intertwined with our lives, and what we think and say and do. We don't live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will soon come when, if men will not learn that lesson, then they well be taught it in fire and bloody and anguish. Good night."
The Birlings discuss the possibility of the Inspector not being a real policeman....
"He walks straight out, leaving them staring, subdued and wondering. Sheila is still quietly crying. Mrs Birling has collapsed into a chair. Eric is brooding desperately. Birling, the only active one, hears the front door slam, moves hesitatingly towards the door, stops, looks gloomily at the other three, then pours himself out a drink, which he hastily swallows."
It does not matter who he was!
What if he was not a real police inspector?
"It's Mr Croft."
Gerald enters and claims that Inspector Goole was not a police officer because he asked a police sergeant he saw.Mr Birling confirms this with the chief constable, his friend, Colonel Roberts.Finally, Gerald even calls the infirmary and discovers that no girl had died by suicide there that day.
TheInfirmarycalls to tellthem that a girlhas died on her way there due to drinking disinfectant.