Smith. Right. (Work continues. Ainslie drops lantern.)
Brodie. Curse you! (Throttling and kicking him.) You shake, and you shake, and you can’t even hold a light for your betters. Hey?
Ainslie. Eh Deacon, Deacon . . .
Smith. Now Ghost! (With lantern.)
Brodie. ’St, Moore!
Moore. Wot’s the row?
Brodie. Take you the light.
Moore (to Ainslie). Wo’ j’ yer shakin’ at? (Kicks him.)
Brodie (to Ainslie). Go you, and see if you’re good at keeping watch. Inside the arch. And if you let a footfall pass, I’ll break your back. (Ainslie retires.) Steady with the light. (At work with centrebit.) Hand up number four, George. (At work with picklock.) That has it.
Smith. Well done our side.