FRANKEL: My heavens! Ain't the meetin' just settled it I didn't have no
right to them shares and it was all to be divided even?
CARTER: What we got to do, we got to go out there and tell 'em they owe
this money.
FRANKEL: I can't tell mine!
SALVATORE: I know one game little fellow that ain't goin' to pay nobody
nothin'. Excuse me, gents; they'll have to find me!
[_He goes out hastily by the door that leads to the street._]
CARTER: Well, _somebody's_ got to go out there and tell 'em.
SIMPSON: Well, I won't!
MRS. SIMPSON: It's the chairman's place.
CARTER: We all got to go!
FRANKEL: Not me!
SIMPSON: Yes, you will! [_Takes him by the shoulders._]
RILEY [_taking him from_ SIMPSON]: Put him first!
[_They begin to jostle toward the factory door._]
FRANKEL [_as they push him he waves a despairing hand at_ GIBSON]: Mr.
Gibson, that was a fine trick you played on us!
THE COMMITTEE [_shouting_]: You go on there! Come on! We got to take our
medicine!
FRANKEL: Lemme alone! Take your hands off me!
[_They jostle out, leaving_ NORA _and_ GIBSON _alone together._
NORA _has gone to the large table, sitting beside it, with her
head far down between her hands. As the noise dies away_
MIFFLIN _comes in from the factory._]
MIFFLIN: What wonderful spirits! Just great, rough boys!
[_Smiles as he gets his hat, magazines, newspaper, and
umbrella._]
Everything is working out. Some little inevitable friction here, some
little setback there.
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