Mr Sands:
Carlin?
Carlin:
Yes, sir?
Mr Sands:
What happened to yer face, Carlin?
Carlin:
I fell, sir.
Mr Sands:
Where?
[Carlin tries to talk but Mr Sands interrupts him]
Mr Sands:
Quiet! Speak when I tell you! Somebody hit you, eh? Answer, somebody hit you.
Carlin:
No, sir.
Mr Sands:
We know about you, sunny. Who was it?
Carlin:
I fell sir. On the stairs. Wasn't used to the concrete steps. Me own fault.
Mr Sands:
I want none of yer tricks here, laddy. Understand that?
Carlin:
Yes, sir!
Mr Sands:
Any more of this and yer in trouble, real trouble! Understand?
Carlin:
Yes, sir.
Mr Sands:
Well move yerself, you light-fingered guttersnipe! Move!
[Carlin moves]
Mr Sands:
Yer on governor's report!
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