The women are suddenly taken with a panic; they scream and run away, followed by the men.
A Woman. Oh, you brutes! Oh, you brutes!
Thérèse goes out to the right with the women. The men go off with Deschaume, whose hand is bleeding. Girard, who was following them, meets Monsieur Féliat at the door.
Girard [to Féliat] Deschaume's bin hurt, sir.
Féliat. He must be taken to the Infirmary.
Deschaume [excitedly] With her scissors she did it, blast 'er!
Charpin. The police, send for the police!
Girard. Don't be a bally fool. We can take care of ourselves, can't we, without the bloomin' coppers.
Deschaume [shouting] The police, send for the police! To protect the right to work. Send for 'em.
Girard [to Monsieur Féliat] If 't was to bully us, you'd have sent for 'em long ago. What are you waiting for?