Jim uncorks a few bottles.
JIM (weighing one carefully)
That's a full one. (It is empty, like all)
[Singing is heard off left.
BILL (enters from left with a bullet-hole over his eye, singing)
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves. (Breaking off his song) Why, 'ullo. 'Ere's a bottle of beer. (Finds it empty; looking off and downward) I'm getting a bit tired of those blooming great stars down there and this rocky ledge. I've been walking along under this wall ever since. Why, it must be twenty-four hours since that house-holder shot me. And he needn't have done it, either, I wasn't going to hurt the bloke. I only wanted a bit of his silver stuff. It felt funny, that did. Hullo, a gate. Why, that's the Gate of Heaven. Well, well. So that's all right. (Looks up and up for some time) No. I can't climb that wall. Why, it's got no top to it. Up and up it goes. (Knocks at the door and waits)
JIM
That isn't for the likes of us.
BILL
Why, hullo, there's another bloke. Why, somebody's been hanging him. Why, if it isn't old Jim! Jim!