All language subtitles for Priest

[melancholy orchestra music]

[Eric] Do you believe in God?

[Eva] Yes.

[Eric] How can you?

[Eva] I can't believe in people.

I have to believe in
something or I'd fall.

Fall down through the cracks.

Never stop falling.

Thank you, sir.

[machines humming]

[knocking]

Come in.

[Sheila] Hello.

Hello.

Thank you, sir.

[people laughing]

Arthur, I don't think
that's really appropriate.

Not with Sheila here.

Oh, nonsense, Mummy.

She's heard a lot
worse than that.

Have you?

You know I have.

Altogether excellent dinner.

You must tell cook
from me, Sybil.

And you're not supposed to say

such things in front of guests.

In trouble again.

Well, it really was first
class, Mrs. Birling.

Thank you.

Don't think of Gerald as a
guest, you know, not anymore.

I don't see how he
can be after tonight.

Oh, no.

Do take some, Mummy.

It is a special occasion.

Very well, just a little.

Alright, Edna,
I'll ring from the

drawing room when
we want coffee.

Yes, ma'am.

[laughs]

What's the matter with you?

I don't know.

Sorry, I just--

Ah, he's squiffy.

I'm not.

Sheila.

Now that our glasses are full,

I'd like to say a few
words to mark the occasion.

Stop it, you two.

Gerald, I don't mind telling you

that your engagement to Sheila

means a tremendous amount to me.

You're just the kind of
son-in-law I've always wanted.

Your father and I
have been rivals

in business for longer
than I care to remember.

But you're bringing us together.

And perhaps we can
look forward to a time

when Birling and Company
and Croft Limited

are no longer competing,
but working as one.

[Gerald] Hear, hear.

Lower costs, higher prices.

Well, my father would
certainly agree to that.

You're making it sound
like a political alliance.

We know there's a lot
more to it than that.

And you've chosen the best
possible time to be married.

The economy's on
the way up at last.

The workers are knuckling
under, realizing--

What about war?

There's not going
to be a war, Eric.

The Germans don't want a
war any more than we do.

Really?

Because according to the paper--

Let's not talk about this now.

I want to wish the pair of you

the very best that
life can bring.

Yes, Gerald.

Sheila, darling, our
congratulations and
very best wishes.

Thank you.

Yes, to both of you.

She's not bad really, Gerald.

Got a bit of a temper, watch
out for the right hook.

Chump.

But really, I hope
you find happiness.

I really do.

Well, I can't drink
to this, can I?

When do I drink?

You can drink to me.

Alright, I will.

I drink to you, Gerald.

And I drink to you.

[glasses clinking]

I hope that I can make you as
happy as you deserve to be.

And I would like to
begin by giving you this.

Oh, Gerald!

Is it the one you
wanted me to have?

[Gerald] The very one.

Look, Mummy, isn't it a beauty?

It certainly is.

[laughs]

Well done.

Oh, Gerald!

Study the buffs.

Oh, now I really feel engaged.

Yes, well I should
hope that you do.

[laughs]

Well now, shall we go through?

Yes, lets.

[Arthur] We won't be long.

[Sheila] Don't be.

Eric, may have a word?

Yes, mama, of course.

Please don't drink
too much port.

I'm not squiffy.

Well, I think you
are a little squiffy.

Why are you drinking so
much tonight, anyway?

You clearly can't take
as much as your father.

Or Gerald, if it comes to it.

I expect you'll be
saying that when I'm 40.

Well, I may not be
here when you're 40.

So I'm saying it now.

Don't worry, Mother.

I'm just--

Standards, Eric.

[sighs]

They very much wanted to
be here, of course, but,

well, they've got in the habit

of taking a short break
at this time of year.

They leave you in
charge of the works?

They do, yes.

You hear that, Eric?

Gerald's father leaves him
in charge from time to time.

Very impressive.

That'll be you one day.

If you buck your ideas up.

Happy?

Yes.

There was a time when I thought
this would never happen.

Well done.

I haven't won a prize.

Well you have, in a way.

You've secured
your whole future.

[pensive music]

Don't take this the
wrong way, Gerald,

but I have a feeling
that your mother thinks

you could have done
better than my girl.

Socially, and so on.

I, I really don't think--

It's quite alright.

I don't blame her.

Sybil's parents were just the
same when I was courting her.

[Gerald] Were they?

Oh, yes.

Now, there's something
I'd like you to mention

to her, quietly,
if you don't mind.

It seems a pretty
good chance that

I might find my way onto
the next honor's list.

Knighthood.

Oh, I say!

[laughs]

Congratulations!

Thanks, well, it's a little
bit early for that, but,

I've had one or two hints.

Well, you know, I had
that spell as Lord Mayor,

of course, and I'm known
as a useful party man.

I think I stand a fair
chance, as long as

we keep out of trouble
for the next few months.

Well, if that's
the only obstacle.

The family knows,
but no one else does.

I shall mention it
to her in confidence.

She'll be delighted.

Good.

I've said this to Eric before,

it's not where you start in
this life it's where you finish.

A man can achieve
anything he wants to

in this country if he
puts his mind to it.

And that's part of
what makes it great.

I couldn't agree with you more.

Thing to do is to
keep your head down

and concentrate on
your own business.

The way these cranks
talk now you'd think

everybody has to look
after everybody else.

And we're all mixed up
together like bees in a hive.

[laughs]

Community.

If I hear that word
one more time...

You take it from me,
a man must look after

his own affairs; look after
himself and his family

and then everything else just--

[coughing]

Please, sir, an
Inspector's called.

What kind of inspector?

A police Inspector, sir.

He says it's important.

Well, you better let
him in here, then.

Nuisance.

You still on the bench, sir?

Yes.

Well, it'll be something
about a warrant, I bet.

Inspector Goole, sir.

Mr. Birling.

Yes, Inspector?

Sit down, if you like.

Thank you, sir.

I hope this won't
take too long, only,

we're in the middle of
a family celebration.

A glass of port, or
we have some whiskey?

No, thank you, Mr.
Birling, I'm on duty.

You're new, aren't you?

Yes, sir, recently transferred.

I thought I'd never
seen your face before.

I know all the
police round here.

Of course.

So, what can I do for you?

If it's about a warrant?

I'd like some information
if you don't mind.

Oh?

Three hours ago a young
woman died in the infirmary.

She'd taken steps
to end her own life.

The doctors tried to save
her, but it was too late.

Oh, good heavens, how dreadful.

[Arthur] And?

Who was she?

And you are?

I'm Eric Birling.

My son.

Her name was Eva Smith.

Eva Smith.

You remember her, Mr. Birling?

The name seems familiar,
but [stammering]

it doesn't really
mean anything to me.

I've just been round
to the room she had.

She left a letter
and a sort of diary.

Now it seems that
she was employed

in your works at one time.

Oh, that's it, is it?

[sighs]

Well, we have several
hundred young women

working there and
they keep changing.

Well, this young
woman, Eva Smith,

she was a bit out
of the ordinary.

I found a photograph
of her in her lodgings.

Perhaps you'd remember
her from that?

[Eric] May I see it, please?

I'm afraid not.

Why not?

I only--

It's the way I work, one
line of inquiry at a time.

Very well.

Would I know her, father?

No, no, that girl left us,
oh, nearly two years ago.

Long before you even
started at the works.

The end of September, 1910.

Yes, that sounds about right.

So you remember her now?

[tense music]

Yes, I do.

Look here, sir.

Wouldn't you rather I
was out of all this?

No Gerald, no, you stay.

I'm sure the Inspector
has no objection.

This is Gerald Croft, the
son of Sir George Croft.

You know, Croft's Limited?

We're celebrating his engagement

to my daughter, as it happens.

I see.

So Mr. Gerald Croft is to
marry Miss Sheila Birling?

I hope so, yes.

Then I prefer you to stay, sir.

Look, there's nothing
mysterious or scandalous

about this business, at least
not as far as I'm concerned.

It's perfectly straightforward.

What was?

I discharges her, that's all.

I discharged her from the works.

Why did you do that, sir?

Why?

What does it matter why?

She was a troublemaker,
that's why.

In what way?

She was part of a gang of five.

They started coming
to me that summer,

wanted me to put their
wages up, I refused.

She was the ringleader.

Why do you say that?

Because she was.

It was her did all the talking.

Next thing I knew, she brought

the whole workforce
out on strike.

[Gerald] I heard about that.

They knew what they were doing.

They waited until we had
a huge order to deliver,

biggest one we'd ever had.

So, one might say
they were clever.

Yes, one might say that.

[Gerald] In a
dangerous sort of way.

Exactly!

So you sacked her?

No, not at first I didn't.

What did you do?

I gave her a chance,
if you must know.

I'm glad you could come
to see me, Miss Smith.

How are you coping?

Alright, thank you.

Are you?

You've lost those
roses in your cheeks.

You must be getting
on for two weeks, now.

You starting to feel the pinch?

We are, all of us are.

But we don't feel
we have a choice.

Mr. Birling, our rents
are going up all the time,

but we haven't had a wage
rise in over two years.

Most of us are going
hungry to pay our rent.

We're going without
coal to pay--

Where are you from?

Countryside, isn't it?

One of those villages
up on the tops.

It's nice up there.

Honest.

What do your parents think
you're up to down here?

I don't want to talk about
my family, if you don't mind.

I've got a daughter
same age as you.

I wouldn't be very happy if

she found herself
in your position.

I'm sorry, I don't
think this is fair, sir.

And I know there are other
factories that pay 25 shillings.

Here's what I suggest.

You're a good
worker, I know that.

How about I make you
leading operator?

You'll have 10 girls
working under you.

I'll pay you 25 shillings,

you call them back and
we'll get that order out.

I'm afraid I can't accept that.

Why not?

It has to be for all of us.

Sir, it has to be for all of us.

You're quite the little
agitator, aren't you?

Well, you wouldn't talk to
me like this if I were a man.

You wouldn't get
away with paying us

so little if we were men.

Your little strike
won't last another week.

Come next Monday
morning those girls

will realize they're down
to their last pennies.

They'll come traipsing
through those gates.

You just watch.

[pensive music]

Not you.

[machines whirring]

[melancholy music]

Well, for what it's
worth, I don't see

how you could have done
anything else, sir.

That's right, I couldn't.

You could have paid them.

Beg your pardon?

You could have paid
them the 25 shillings.

There must have been a way--

And you'd know that, how?

I do work at the
factory, Father.

Eric, you can't have people
like that in the workforce.

And that's the bottom line.

I pay people the going rate.

And if people don't like it,

they're free to leave
and go elsewhere.

Because there are so
many jobs elsewhere.

You know, it's not as
easy for the girls.

It's hard for them to just
up and leave their hometowns.

You're an expert on
girls now, are you?

All I'm saying
is, you could have

at least let her keep her job.

Just because she had a bit more

spirit than the rest of them.

If you don't come down hard
on some of these people,

they'll soon be
asking for the Earth.

That's right.

They might.

But it's better to ask for
the Earth than to take it.

What do you mean by that?

Well, I'm sure you know
exactly what I mean.

Sorry, Mother wants to know
when you'll be coming through?

What's going on?

It's alright, darling.

The Inspector here
is just asking

your father a few questions.

A girl he sacked committed
suicide this afternoon.

Oh, that's dreadful!

A girl I sacked two years ago.

Her doing what she did
had nothing to do with me.

I can't agree with
you there, sir.

You see, what
happened to her then

may have determined
what happened

to her afterwards,
a chain of events.

I can't be held
responsible for what

people I had
dealings with choose

to do in two or
three years' time.

It's a ridiculous notion!

Is it?

What did you say your name is?

Inspector Goole.

How do you get on with
the Chief Constable?

Because you might like
to know that I play golf

with him up at West
Bromley, regularly.

I don't play golf.

This girl, was she young?

Yes, Miss, she was.

It's very sad.

Yes.

[Sheila] Was she pretty?

Well, she wasn't
pretty when I saw her

this afternoon, but yes,
she had been pretty.

That's enough!

Sheila, go back to your mother.

Tell her I'm about done here.

Stay please, Miss Birling.

I don't care for your attitude.

I've told you everything
I know about that girl!

And I must say, I don't see
that it's very important.

Now, I'd ask you
to leave and let us

get on with what's
left of our evening.

I'll leave when I've
finished, Mr. Birling.

[tense music]

Mr. Birling has told
you everything he knows.

And surely it's what
happened to the girl

afterwards that should
interest you most.

What did happen to her?

Did she find another job?

According to her diary she was

out of work for several weeks.

Both her parents were dead, so
she'd no home to go back to,

living in lodgings, few
friends, half-starved.

She was feeling desperate.

[Sheila] I should think she was.

Oh, there are lots
of young women living

that sort of existence
in every city

and town across the
world, Miss Birling.

[Arthur] She doesn't
need to hear about that!

Perhaps I ought
to hear about it.

Then, after two months she
had, what seemed to her,

a tremendous stroke
of good luck.

She was offered a
position in a shop,

a very good shop, a Milwards.

There you are, you see?

Milwards, the department
store, we go there.

There was a good deal
of influenza about

at that time and they
suddenly found themselves

shorthanded and they
took a chance on her.

I sometimes thought it must be

a very pleasant place to work.

Yes, it was, for a while.

It was a nice change
from the factory.

She enjoyed being amongst all

the pretty clothes,
she did well.

And then after six weeks
she was asked to leave.

Causing trouble?

No, no, a customer
made a complaint

about her and she had to go.

Well, as I said,
causing trouble.

I'm afraid that is the
problem with people like her.

They're always going to
make employers uneasy.

When was this?

When was she asked to leave?

The end of January last year.

Darling?

What did she look like?

I have a photograph of
her if you'd like to see.

What is it, Sheila?

It was me.

I complained about her.

[Inspector] Why did you complain
about her, Miss Birling?

If my daughter complained
she'd have had good reason to.

Yes.

But I didn't, I didn't
have a good reason to.

I was in a bad mood.

I had wanted to go shopping
on my own, that's all.

It wouldn't be right at all.

Yes, you've said that.

[Sybil] That sort
of shape would look

much better on a
different sort of figure.

It's all very well, trying to
follow the latest fashions,

but one has to know
what suits our shape.

That's something you'll
learn as you go along.

I really don't a need
a lecture on style.

Kindly keep your voice down.

Mummy, please can I look
around on my own for a while?

We could meet up again in a
half an hour, shall we say?

Do you need any
assistance, Mrs. Birling?

Not at present, Miss Francis.

I've been admiring this.

Yes, it's lovely, isn't it?

A new design just in.

I was just saying it's not

the right shape for my daughter.

Oh.

I think it would suit me.

You, girl.

Come here, would you?

You see?

It's not an easy
style to carry off.

It's a question of bearing.

I'd like to try it on.

Yes, of course, Miss.

Don't stay, Mummy,
there's really no need.

I'll be downstairs.

Send for me if you need me.

[Sheila] It was embarrassing.

I felt as if everybody
was watching.

Looks lovely, Miss.

Oh, does it?

I'm not sure the color's right.

What are you smiling at?

Oh, I wasn't, I was only--

[Sheila] You were
sniggering, I'm not blind.

I'm sure she wasn't,
Miss Birling.

[Sheila] I'm some sort of
cause for amusement, am I?

-No, of course, not.
-Miss Birling--

I'd like to see the
manager, please.

I'm sure she didn't mean to.

Now, please.

Yes, Miss.

I'll go find him at once.

Undo it.

I really wasn't laughing,
Miss, I would never--

Be quiet, you've
done enough already.

The manager came and...

And what?

And, well he, he tried
to smooth things over,

but I said that if I
found the girl in the shop

the next time I went
in I'd tell my father

to close our account immediately

and we'd take our
business elsewhere.

And so he dismissed her.

Well, not in front of me,
but yes, I suppose he did.

I never saw her after that.

I'm sorry, I'm so--

You don't have to
apologize to anyone.

I was sorry, even as I did it.

I don't know why, I did it.

You did it because you
were jealous of her.

Yes, that was part of it, yes.

She was so pretty.

She seemed so sure of herself.

I'd never do it again, not to
anyone, I promise. [crying]

It's alright now.

It certainly was unfortunate.

Oh, just say it, Gerald, it
was a horrible thing to do.

Horrible!

I suppose you've never
done anything you regret?

I wasn't criticizing you.

I'm sorry.

Well, I say it's a bloody shame.

She must have loved our family.

You be quiet!

I wonder if she made the
connection between uh...

I expect you're going to tell
me I'm involved with it, too?

Oh, why had this to happen?

That's what I asked
myself this afternoon

when I was looking
at that dead girl.

Why had this to happen?

And then I said to myself,
well we'll try to understand

why it had to happen
and that's why I'm here.

Why I won't be going until I
know exactly why it happened.

You knew, didn't you?

That it was me.

Yes, I thought it probably was

because of something she wrote.

Is that why she did it?

Then why didn't you
say so from the start?

Instead of launching
in, upsetting the girl.

Is that why she did it?

Sheila.

[Sheila] I want to know.

Things were extremely difficult

for her after she left Milwards.

They couldn't give
her a reference

in the light of what happened.

So after several
months of loneliness

and near starvation
she decided she had

no option but to
try something else.

So she changed her name.

What to?

What did she change her name to?

She changed her name
to Daisy Renton.

What?

I said she changed her
name to Daisy Renton.

What's wrong?

May I get myself a whiskey?

Of course.

You knew her, didn't you?

Leave him be a moment.

Gerald?

How did you know her?

I, uh...

[Arthur] Eric, go and ask
your mother to come in here.

I want to talk to Gerald alone.

Except for the
Inspector, he can stay.

Whatever needs to be said,

I'd rather it was
said in front of me.

Would you go, Eric?

Eric, is he still here, this
Inspector, or whoever he is?

[Eric] Yes, yes.

Where's Sheila?

A girl's died, a suicide.

[Sheila] Answer the question!

[door slamming]

Arthur, what is going on?

If you're so afraid to tell
me it can only mean one thing.

I'm not afraid.

I'm not a child, I'd
rather have the truth.

And now it seems Gerald has
had dealings with her, too.

What do you mean?

What sort of dealings?

I, I can't tell yet.

Well, I think this has
gone on long enough.

I think you need to
give them a moment.

No.

This is supposed to be
their engagement party.

I know.

I can't believe you've
left them in there.

Sybil!

I asked you a
question, Mr. Croft

and I want you to answer it.

Look, I will answer but I don't

think this is the right time.

Well, that's for me to decide.

When and where did
you first meet her?

[crowd chattering]

It was in the bar at the
Palace Variety Theater.

I happened to look in one night.

I wasn't intending to stay long.

Alderman Meggarty.

Yes.

It's Gerald Croft.

We met at the Masonic
dinner last year.

Oh, yes.

I think my father, Lord
Croft, introduced us.

Yes, I believe he did.

You've been looking after
my girl for me, I see.

I'm indebted to you.

I'm so sorry I'm late, darling.

Ready to go?

Yes.

Well, I hope to see you
soon and thank you again.

Good night.

Good night to you, too.

Please forgive me, I'm afraid

that was the most
shocking liberty.

No, no, it was--

I just, I could never bear
to see a damsel in distress.

It was very kind of you, sir.

Was it?

Good.

Well, shall we have a
drink, by way of an apology?

You don't need to apologize.

Or by way of celebration, then?

Escape from the beast. [laughs]

You're unwell.

No, no, I'm...

[Gerald] God, you poor thing.

It's only because I
haven't had any...

I'll be alright in a moment.

Take your time.

Sorry.

Don't be silly.

Would you let me buy you dinner?

I haven't eaten
myself, as it happens,

and I have a table booked
at the county hotel.

I'd rather not eat alone.

Please, it's quiet
there and respectable.

What do you say?

[chattering]

She relaxed a little after
she'd had something to eat.

Told me a bit about herself.

I asked her why she'd
gone to the Palace bar.

She said it was the first
time she'd ever been there.

Which is what I'd suspected.

Did she know what
sort of place it was?

Yes, someone had told her, but--

She was desperate.

Yes.

Yes, she really was.

She was about to be thrown
out of her lodgings.

It was a rotten
place, apparently,

but she couldn't pay the rent.

Go on, please, Mr. Croft.

Well, it happened
that a friend of mine

had just gone abroad
for six months

and lent me the keys to a nice

little set of rooms
he had in town.

And I suggested
that she go and stay

there until she found her feet.

It made her cry.

My kindness, she said.

She was so unused to it.

Did you take her
there that evening?

Yes.

So, do you think you'll
be alright, Miss Renton?

Daisy.

Yes, I think I will.

I feel like Goldilocks.

[Gerald] What's that?

Are you sure your
friend won't come back?

Absolutely sure, trust me.

To tide you over.

I'll pay you back.

Thank you.

Well, any complaints, Miss,
just call for the management.

[laughs]

I'll come by tomorrow after
work if that's alright with you.

[Daisy] Yes.

If you're not here, don't
worry, I'll try again later.

Well,

good night.

Good night.

Good night.

[Inspector] And did you go
back the following evening?

Yes.

[Inspector] Did you stay?

Steady on.

Of course, he did.

She became your
mistress, did she?

Yes.

It wasn't what I
intended to happen.

I hope you can see that.

I wanted to help her
more than anything else.

How disgusting.

No, no.

Mrs. Birling, forgive
me, but it wasn't.

Look, it may have been wrong,
but it wasn't disgusting.

[Sheila] When was this?

Last summer.

Of course.

You hardly came
near me last summer.

I thought I'd done
something to drive you away.

Sheila.

[Sheila] You told me you
were busy at the works.

I was--

[Sheila] You told me
that so many times!

Yes, that was true, I was
busy, very busy, but--

Did you love her?

Yes, that's just what
I was going to ask.

Did you love her?

Look, I,

I didn't feel as strongly
for her as she felt about me.

Of course, you were her
wonderful fairy prince.

She was dependent on
me and so grateful.

You must have adored it.

Well yes, alright,
I did, for a time.

Nearly any man would have done.

I think that's the best
thing you've said tonight.

At least it's honest.

God.

God, I'm sorry.

It's just...

[crying]

Sinking in.

She's really dead?

When did it end, Mr. Croft?

In September.

We both knew it couldn't
go on indefinitely and

in September I had to go away
on business for a few weeks.

I suggested that we use
the time to finish it.

How did she take that?

Better than I'd hoped.

She was very gallant about it.

Oh, how nice for you.

I'd given her some
money, enough to

see her through to
the end of the year.

Well, when I got
back from my trip

she'd moved out of the rooms.

I never saw her again.

Well, that's something,
a clean break.

So you'd had what you wanted

from her and you cast her aside.

It didn't feel like that.

Didn't it?

Do you know where she went?

She went away for two months to

a place by the sea to be quiet.

[seagulls cawing]

To remember all that had
happened between you.

To make it last longer.

How can you possibly know that?

She kept a diary.

She wrote that she
feared there'd never

be anything as good
for her ever again.

Well, if that was
her idea of good,

I'm afraid there
was no hope for her.

Mother, don't.

My husband has told me what was

said earlier this
evening, Inspector--

Goole.

And I must say, I'm rather
outraged that you are trying

to lay the blame for this
situation at our door.

With girls of that class
one can never really know

what kind of trouble they've
created for themselves.

Stop it!

[Gerald] I think
I need to step out

for a moment if that's alright.

Yes, I'm finished with you
for the time being, Mr. Croft.

Wait.

I don't dislike you.

And in some odd way I think I

respect you more
than I've ever done.

I believe what you
said about wanting

to help her in the
first place and it

was my fault, really,
that she was so desperate.

But, this has made a
difference, hasn't it?

Yes.

Sheila.

I'm not defending him, but,

the fact is, young men--

Gerald knows what I mean.

Yes, I do.

I think I need to--

[Arthur] Now, you stay put.

May I see the
photograph, Inspector?

No, not yet.

[Arthur] Eric, please stay here!

You needn't worry,
he'll be back.

We don't need you to reassure
us about our son, Inspector.

[tense music]

Would you like to
see the photograph

of the girl, Mrs. Birling?

No, I wouldn't.

I can't think of any
reason why I should.

I really think
you ought to look.

Very well.

[Inspector] Recognize her?

No, I don't.

She might have changed lately,

but I can't believe she
could have changed that much.

I don't know what you mean.

I mean that you're not
telling me the truth.

Look, I'm not gonna have this.

You apologize to my wife!

For what, doing my duty?

For being so offensive about it!

You seem to forget
that I am a public man.

Public men have responsibilities
as well as privileges.

Possibly, but I'm
quite sure you weren't

sent here to talk to me
about responsibility.

Oh, don't you realize
how ridiculous you seem?

What on earth?

Putting on airs, both of you!

Pretending that
we're above all this

when we're not,
we're really not.

We're up to our necks in it.

Be quiet at once!

Tell him the truth,
Mummy, please.

He'll make you tell it
anyway, don't you see?

You seem to have
made a very great

impression on this
girl, Inspector.

Yes, yes we often do
on the young ones.

Mrs. Birling, you're a
member, a prominent member

of the Bromley Women's Charity
organization, aren't you?

Yes, she is.

Why?

Well, it's an organization
to which women

in distress can appeal
for help in various forms.

Is that so?

Yes, we've done a great deal

of work helping
deserving causes.

Yes.

Now there was a meeting of the

interviewing committee
two weeks ago.

You were in the
chair, I believe?

And if I was?

[Eva] Why are you crying?

I shouldn't have done that.

I thought you were at
the bar because I...

I thought that--

[Eva] It doesn't
make any difference.

It had to happen, might
as well have been now.

Don't say that.

Please, God, don't say that.

[crying]

What's your name?

[Eva] I don't know.

What do you mean?

This girl in the photograph,
the girl you don't recognize,

she came to you and asked your

organization for
help, didn't she?

[door opening]

Didn't she?

Yes.

Mother.

It's true?

Not as Eva Smith,
nor as Daisy Renton.

[Sybil] No.

As what?

Mrs. Birling.

She pretended, afterwards,
that Mrs. Birling

just happened to be the
first name she thought of.

It might have been.

She might have
heard it mentioned

while she was waiting and--

Damned impudence!

She admitted, once I
began questioning her,

that she had no claim
on the name whatsoever,

that she was not married at all,

and that the story
she came in with,

of a husband who deserted
her, was quite false.

It didn't take me
long to get the truth,

or some of the
truth, out of her.

Now, let's start again.

What's your name?

Alice Gray.

And why have you come to
us for help, Miss Gray?

[Eva] I don't have any money.

Please speak up.

I don't have any money.

Are you looking
for work, actively?

I was, but...

What was the truth?

Why did she want your help?

I think you know very
well why she wanted help.

I'm going to have a baby.

I see.

And who is the
father of this child?

I'd rather not say.

[Sybil] Does he know
of your condition?

Yes.

Then it's his business
to support you.

Well, he doesn't have
any money, not really.

He's very young,
he drinks too much.

That's no excuse.

He's old enough to have
done what he's done.

He did want to help, he
started giving me money,

but then I realized
he was stealing it.

I told him not to anymore.

I don't want him to
get into trouble.

He's sweet, really.

That's enough.

Given your present
state I find it hard

to believe in your
extraordinary scruples.

I'm sure they're
not extraordinary.

I was raised to do
my best by people.

One moment.

[whispering]

Miss Gray, I'm afraid we
won't be able to help you.

I suggest you go and
find this young man,

that the two of
you marry and that

you bring up your
child together.

We can't marry.

We're not of the same
class, it wouldn't work.

You must make it work.

Is that it?

You're supposed to be
the ones that help.

What is all this if you
don't really want to help?

You've heard our decision.

Next.

Come forward, please.

[Sybil] Good day
to you, Miss Gray.

Your name is?

[Girl] Mary Kelly, ma'am.

[Sybil] And why are you here?

[melancholy music]

[Sheila] She was pregnant?

[Inspector] Yes.

Yet she's dead.

I can't bear it.

Perhaps now you
people will understand

exactly how desperate
she'd become.

How pregnant was she?

I mean...

About three months.

At least it wasn't yours.

Well, I think it says something

about the character of the girl.

She took her own
life knowing that...

If you ask me, I think it was
an extremely cowardly act.

Steady on, Sybil.

I'm entitled to my opinion.

Yes, but...

Oh, damn it!

[sighing]

This isn't gonna
look good for us.

The press will have a field day.

I wish you'd helped
the girl, you know?

Really?

Really?

[Arthur] Yes!

I wasn't the one who put her

out of a job in the first place!

I did my duty, no more or less!

You still don't feel sorry for
what you did, Mrs. Birling?

No, I do not.

I'm sorry she died, naturally.

But I don't accept any
blame for it at all.

Who is to blame, then?

Well firstly, the girl herself.

And secondly, the young man
who got her into trouble.

And if, as she claims, he
was of different class,

some drunken young
idler, then all the more

reason why he shouldn't escape.

He should be made an example of.

Publicly?

Yes, publicly.

He should be forced to
confront what he's done.

Mother.

And if you don't mind my saying,

you should be out
looking for him

rather than harassing us
with unnecessary questions.

Then you really would
be doing your duty!

Oh, I certainly intend to
do my duty, Mrs. Birling.

Mother, stop!

Surely, you can see?

Eric! [gasps]

But, Eric's not...

He...

He...

Show me.

[tense music]

[crying]

Look at me, please.

You are so beautiful.

Can I see you again?

Why do you laugh?

That's not the sort of question
you ask a girl like me.

Well, I'm asking it.

I'm asking it.

When did you first
meet the girl?

Sarah, her name was Sarah.

A few months ago, November.

Sybil, I think you should leave.

You too, Sheila.

I'm staying.

[Inspector] Where
did you meet her?

I, um--

You went to the
Palace Bar, did you?

And why shouldn't
I have been there?

You know, I'm old enough to
be married, for God's sake!

You should have kept your...

You could have shown
some self-control.

What, like Gerald, you mean?

Like all the other
men in this town?

Alderman Maggerty.

Like you, for all I know.

Shut your mouth!

So what, you were feeling
restless, frustrated, lonely?

Yes.

So you picked her up and
went back to her place.

Yes, only at that moment she
seemed to change her mind.

Go on.

But I was, I was drunk,
I had to see it through.

You were rough with her?

Yes.

A little, that first time.

How many times were there?

[Inspector] Did you think about

her while you were forcing her?

I didn't force her, not really.

While you were using her?

As if she were an animal.

A thing.

Did you think about the
implications for her life?

No.

[crying]

You can put that down.

That's done enough
damage already.

Let him have a drink.

On this occasion,
let him have a drink.

How often did you see her?

As often as she'd let me.

Paying every time, I presume?

It wasn't like that.

She listened to me.

She helped me.

I'm sure she did.

I needed her!

I needed her much more
than she needed me!

When did you realize she
was going to have a child?

About a month ago.

Thank you for coming.

What's wrong?

Sarah?

[crying]

Did she suggest you
ought to marry her?

She didn't want me to
marry her, I offered.

Oh, worry.

She thought that
I didn't love her.

She said that she didn't
want me to ruin my life.

[Inspector] What did
you propose to do?

I didn't really know what to do.

I insisted on giving her money.

[Inspector] How much money?

50 pounds in all.

50 pounds!

Where'd you find
that on your wages?

On top of drinking and
whoring round the town.

I got it from the firm.

I took it from the firm.

You mean you stole it.

I was going to pay it back.

Eric.

Did you take it from my office?

From my safe?

No, there were some accounts
that needed collecting.

I went to them and
I asked for cash.

Give them the firm's receipts
and then kept the money?

Yes.

There was nothing
else I could do.

You stole from them.

You stole from our clients!

Well, maybe if you
paid me a decent

amount instead of
leaving me short--

It's my fault now, is it?

You damn fool!

Why the hell didn't
you come to me?

Why do you think?

Because you're not the
kind of father a chap

can go to when he's in
trouble, that's why!

You know what your problem is?

You're spoiled.

Arthur!

He's been spoiled since
the day he was born!

Your public school
and your varsity ways!

Yes, yes, yes, I'm
ruined, aren't I?

Stop!

I don't have the time for this.

You can sort out your
differences when I'm gone.

What did the girl
do when she realized

you were stealing the money?

She said she wouldn't
take any more.

She asked me to stay away,
and I'm a coward, so I did.

So she was telling the truth?

Everything she
told you was true.

And calling herself
Mrs. Birling.

It all makes sense now.

What do you mean?

You spoke to her?

When, did she come here?

Eric.

She went to your
mother's committee

for help two weeks ago.

Your mother refused their help.

Why?

I didn't believe her.

She needed your help.

Yes, I know that now, but...

My child.

That was my child.

I didn't understand
the situation.

I didn't understand.

How did she die?

She took her own life.

I know that.

How?

She swallowed a large
amount of disinfectant.

It burned her insides out.

She died in agony.

[Sheila weeping]

Listen to me.

All of you.

I don't need to know
anymore, neither do you.

You each helped to kill her.

Remember that.

Never forget.

Look, Inspector.

I will give thousands,

yes, thousands, if I could...

You're offering the money at
the wrong time, Mr. Birling.

Eva Smith is gone, you
can't do her anymore harm.

You can't do her any
good now, either.

You can't even say
I'm sorry, Eva Smith.

But just remember this.

There are millions and
millions of Eva Smith's

and John Smith's
still left with us,

with their lives
and 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
upon this earth.

We are responsible
for each other.

And if mankind will
not learn that lesson,

then the time will come, soon,
when he will be taught it,

in fire and blood and anguish.

[dramatic music]

Good night.

[Arthur] There'll be an inquest.

[Gerald] Yes, I'm
afraid there will.

We may be called
upon as witnesses.

All this is bound to come out.

I hope it does.

So do I.

Well, you're more of a
fool than I took you for.

You're the only one of us
who's done something criminal.

How can you say that?

Because that's
how the law works!

The rest of us, just...

Shame.

It'll be the end of my
knighthood, that's for sure.

You'll have to tell me exactly

which accounts you stole from.

I'll be lucky if I can
keep you out of prison.

Then I'll go to prison.

I'd rather go to
prison than stay here.

Eric, dear.

You'll stay here long enough
to pay that money back!

If it takes you a hundred years!

Eric.

I'll do anything to stop myself

from turning into
another one of them.

All they care about
is covering this up.

You know, if there is a war
I hope it finishes them.

You know the worst thing?

I would have done it again.

You know, sometimes I find
myself looking at girls?

You won't do it again.

Not after this.

Everything's changed.

It's all...

I am so sorry, Eric.

It's,

it's ghastly, really it is.

I need to get myself a drink.

[Gerald] I can get you that.

[Eric] It's alright.

Are you alright?

Sheila?

[Sheila] No, Gerald.

Eric?

[Eric] What?

[Sybil] Please, don't.

We all need to come to
terms with what's happened.

The police will be back.

They'll want statements.

I just hope they don't
send him again, that's all.

Dreadful man.

I can't imagine never
seeing the Inspector again.

When he left it was so final.

He wasn't like a
police officer at all.

He was unnecessarily harsh.

Not like any police
officer I've ever met.

Don't you think
it's strange that

he didn't ask us
for statements now?

Tonight?

I mean, it's almost as though he

wasn't interested in procedure.

He just wanted us to--

To face what we've done.

[Gerald] Yes.

I thought he was extraordinary.

It was as though he
could see into our souls.

[Arthur] What was his name?

[Gerald] Um, Inspector Gould?

I think.

I thought he said Goole.

Edna?

What did that Inspector say to
you when he came to the door?

He said he were a
police inspector.

He asked if you
were home and said

he needed to see you urgently.

Did he show you identification?

No, sir.

What did he say his name was?

Inspector Gould,
I think he said.

Have I done something wrong?

-No, no.
-No, not at all.

Why don't you go up to bed now?

I can see to the tea.

Well, thank you, Miss.

There's something
not quite right here.

[Sybil] Arthur, who
are you calling?

Chief Constable.

Is that wise?

[Arthur] Bromley 8742, please.

Do you think he'll know?

Colonel Roberts, please.

It's Mr. Arthur Birling.

Roberts, sorry to
ring you up so late.

Can you tell me, has
an Inspector Goole

joined your staff lately?

Goole or Gould, possibly.

New man, recently transferred.

Tall.

I see.

Well, [laughs]

well, that settles it.

No, no, no it's
just, just a little

argument we were
having among ourselves.

Thank you, thank you.

I will.

Thank you, good night.

There is no Inspector Goole.

No one new at the
Bromley force at all.

I don't understand.

We've been had.

A hoax?

I knew he wasn't
a police officer.

You should have
checked his credentials

the moment he arrived.

Why would anyone do that?

Perhaps someone heard
about a knighthood,

wanted to bring me down a peg.

Jealousy, malicious jealousy.

This changes everything.

So, who was he?

What are we going to do?

Shall we ring Colonel
Roberts again?

No, no, wait.

No, let me think this through.

It doesn't change anything.

Of course, it does.

It doesn't!

Everything we told the
Inspector still happened.

He wasn't an inspector.

Well, he certainly inspected us.

We told him the truth.

Didn't we?

She's right.

It doesn't change anything.

Sarah's still dead and
between us we killed her.

Did we?

You know that we did.

No, think about it.

The hoaxer goes round town, say,

finding things out about us,

things that might
make us ashamed.

And then he comes
here and persuades

us all into confessing
that we each

played a part in
this girl's death.

We did.

Yes, but, how do we know we're

all talking about the same girl?

We all did what we said we did.

Hmm?

But how do we know
that your Eva Smith

is the same girl as my, um,

well, as my Daisy Renton or--

Because we looked
at the photograph.

I didn't.

Simply took his word for it.

And do you remember how
peculiar he was about

only one person seeing
the photograph at once?

What if they were all different?

You're right.

We were all talking
about different girls.

No, no I don't believe it.

The facts fit together too well.

She called herself Mrs. Birling.

Why would she have done that
if she wasn't the same girl?

I mean, who's to say there was

a girl who died this afternoon?

Whose word do we have
for that but his?

Yes, nurse.

Yes, yes, I'm still here.

Right.

I understand.

No, thank you, nurse.

Yes, good night.

No suicides, no girl.

Oh, thank the Lord.

Thank the Lord.

[melancholy music]

[laughing]

I have never been so
happy to have been had.

[dramatic music]

[chattering]

I am going to try
everything to win you back.

[Eric] Do you believe in God?

Yes.

How can you?

I can't believe in people.

I have to believe in
something or I'd fall.

Fall down through the cracks.

Never stop falling.

[dramatic music]

[laughing]

[coughing and gasping]

[Man] Miss, what's happened?

[gagging]

[laughing]

I'm going to go and find her.

[phone ringing]

Birling residence.

Speaking.

I understand.

A girl has died.

Suicide.

The police inspector is on his
way to ask us some questions.

[dramatic orchestral music]