Why. The one that dropped her bag?
Yes. Drops ’er bag. Writes to the company. They writes back she shouldn’t ’av got in. She writes back she should. Then they gets on to me. Any more of it and I’ll...
I wouldn’t, Bill; don’t you.
Don’t you, Bill. You’ve got your family to consider.
Well, anyway, I won’t let any more of them passengers go jumping into trains any more, not when they’re moving, I won’t. When the train gets in, doors shut. That’s the rule. And they’ll ’ave to abide by it.
Well, I wouldn’t stop one, not if...
I don’t care. They ain’t going to ’ave me on the mat again and talk all that stuff to me. No, if someone ’as to suffer . . . ’Ere she is.
[Noise of approaching train heard.]
Ay, that’s her.
And shut goes the door.
[Enter John Beal.]
Wait a moment, Bill.
Not if he’s . . . Not if he was ever so.
John [preparing to pass]
Good morning. . . .
Can’t come through. Too late.
Too late? Why, the train’s only just in.
Don’t care. It’s the rule.
O, nonsense. [He carries on.]
It’s too late. I tell you you can’t come.
But that’s absurd. I want to catch my
It’s too late.
Let him go, Bill.
I’m blowed if I let him go.
I want to catch my train.
[John is stopped by Bill and pushed back by the face. John advances towards Bill looking like fighting. The train has gone.]