“Don’t talk. Cut!”
“I can’t, sir.”
“You can.”
“But—”
“Don’t talk. Off at once.”
“But I tell you, sir—”
“I don’t want to be told. He mustn’t see you going away from here.”
“But he’s stopped, sir. Can’t you hear?”
“No—yes. Why has he stopped?”
“Because he can see my two blessed buckets standing there.”