And Bembo third at 9-1.
I said we should have done it each way.
Now, what are we going to do?
Here. Flitaway.
He owes us a bit.
Right, Fred? Right.
Flitaway.
Ah, yes, miss?
Oh! Viscount Haslemere 'ere?
Viscount Haslemere?
That depends who wants to see him.
Correct, Fred?
Oh, well, you can tell him...
Tell him Kippers wants to see him.
What's that?
Kippers. It's what 'e calls me.
Honest. Hope to die.
I tell you what.
You write a note, and I'll take it up.
Oh, right.
Where'd you meet him, then, his lordship?
Oh, here and there.
Here. You give him this.
Look, he knows me. He really does.
Really and truly.
All right. You wait here.
DOORMAN: Fred, don't you move till I get back.
'ello, Fred.
Where do you like to be tickled, eh?
Under your chin? Ha ha ha!
[knock on door]
MAN: Come in.
Um, excuse me, my lord.
Yes, Starr. What is it?
It's a young lady.
She's downstairs, my lord.
Young lady?
Yes, my lord. She says she knows you.
Sent you this.
Oh, my God.
Aren't you lovely? What a lovely dog.
Fred, come on, look at me. Don't be shy.
Oh. Hello.
Hello. Waiting for someone, are you?
Yeah. He's just gone up.
The porter to Viscount Haslemere.
I come to see him.
Oh, you have, have you?
Where from?
Where have you come from to see him?
Where I work. Look, it's all right.
He knows me.
Yeah, I'm sure he does.
Well, Starr?
He says he'll see her, madam.
There. You see?
Oh, well, you better go up, then.
Not a bill, is it? Account not paid?
Oh, no! Nothing like that.
What's Charlie up to this time, then?
[knock on door]
Come in.
STARR: Here you are, then, miss.
'ello, Charlie.
I say, Kipps...
wait till I explain, Charlie.
Thanks. Ta very much.
Ahem. Thank you, miss.
Oh, yeah. Of course.
Oh, uh, here you are, Starr.
Thank you, my lord. Thank you, miss.
[door closes]
Now, Kipps, what the devil is going on?
If this is one of your little games, I promise...
[upper-class accent] Actually, it's not.
Fact is, Charlie, it's jolly serious.
I've got to hide.
Hide?
LOUISA: Well, what did it say, then?
The note she sent him.
Now, don't pretend you didn't read it.
"Charlie, please see me." That's all it was.
Hmm. Some little bit of treacle
sticking to him, I shouldn't wonder.
Still, there's something fishy
about that girl.
That's what I thought, madam,
as soon as I heard her name.
Why? What's she called, then?
Kippers.
Kippers?
LOUISA: Charlie!
I want a little word with you.
Close the door, then.
Now, what's going on?
On?
Up. What's up?
Oh, you mean the girl?
I didn't mean the weather.
No, of course.
I thought I'd have her to stay with me, Louisa,
just a few days.
Oh. Nice girl, is she?
Oh, yes. Very nice. Known her for ages.
Seems a bit young to me.
Ah, well, she is.
Works in a flower shop, actually.
Grace. That's who she is.
I thought her name was Kippers.
Kippers? Oh, no.
That's just a sort of joke between us.
Her name is Kipps. Grace Kipps, you see.
Oh, I see.
The thing is, Louisa,
she's had a spot of trouble with her family.
Nowhere to go till she gets fixed up,
so I said...
"Why not stay here with me."
Yes. Exactly.
You've no objection?
Me? Why should I? Your rooms.
That's what I thought.
Not a tart, is she?
No, of course she's not.
I told you, she's a very nice girl.
Oh, well, that's all right, then.
That's your business.
This is mine.
Yes.
Four 9s are 36...
Or were when I was at school.
Where are you off to now, then?
Now? I was just going to do some shopping.
Spruce yourself up a bit, eh?
Yes. Yes. That's right.
Have a nice time, then.
Thanks. I will.
[door closes]
And 2 and 2 make 5, Master Charlie.
[knock on door]
Come in.
Oh, excuse me, miss.
I didn't know you was here.
I come to turn down the bed.
[lower-class accent] It's all right, then.
Don't worry about me.
I'm staying with 'is lordship, actually.
Are you, miss?
Nice work if you can get it, I suppose.
'ow do you mean?
Oh, no offense meant.
You see, I'm still not quite used to
things around here,
being temporary, you see.
The resident's had to go off with her Aunt Gwyn
back to Wales.
Her aunt was taken bad, she told me.
Oh, I see.
Look, I think I ought to tell you.
Uh...
Violet.
Violet, I work in a flower shop.
It's what I do, you see.
Oh. Very nice, miss.
I read about a girl in Strange Romances.
She worked in a flower shop.
Married an earl, she did.
Well, there you are, then.
Oh, some hopes for me.
Oh, now, Lord love us. I never thought to ask.
What?
Well, if you're staying with his lordship,
where will you be sleeping?
That's what I meant to say.
Oh, well, I'm happy anywhere.
I'll sleep in here, I suppose.
Hee!
Wait till I tell me mum.
She won't believe this.
My lady. Sir George.
Thank you.
Ah, good evening, my lord.
Ah, hello, Starr.
I can take those.
No. That's all right. I can manage.
Thanks all the same.
You have been busy.
Bought your trousseau, have you?
Now, look here, Louisa.
Starr, tell Merriman the Applegarths
are dining out. Yes, madam.
Why people have to change their minds
at the last minute is beyond me.
You tell him quick
before he draws the wine.
STARR: Madam.
Do you want something?
Yes. Well, spit it out.
Can't stand here all day.
Look, I don't know what you're thinking,
but I want to tell you that I prefer to come and go
without a blasted inquisition each time I try
and walk across the hall.
Inquisition? I never did!
You come in here like bleedin' Father Christmas...
that's what I mean.
That is exactly what I complain of.
Oh, you do?
Yes, I do. Exactly.
Please yourself.
I've better things to do than pass
the time of day with you.
Oh, that's all right, then,
because you couldn't be the least bit...
What?
The very least bit... jealous?
What? That shopgirl? Don't make me laugh.
I can smell a rat.
That's what you're scared of.
Jealous. Hm!
Steady, steady.
She gave me her shoes to clean!
Who's that?
Well, her, of course. Miss Kippers.
Never. Is that her name?
That's what he calls her.
Kipps. What?
Kipps. The ending "Ers" as in the word "Rippers,"
Meaning something excellent,
is often used by gentlemen
who've been to public school.
It's not her real name.
Works in a flower shop.
That's what she said to me.
Don't you believe it.
There's something fishy about that one.
Mrs. Trotter says so, and I agree.
What do you think, then?
Look at her shoes.
Why? What's the matter with them?
You've heard
of Sherlock Holmes, Violet?
The detective?
The detective. A fiction
of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's.
Sherlock Holmes pays great attention
to the footwear of his subjects in making observations.
Now, as to these... oh, well, now.
Oh, there is something.
Didn't you notice, Mr. Starr?
Go on, tell us.
Oh, these don't belong to no girl
who works in a flower shop.
These are ladies' shoes.
Hey, look at the stitching.
Bond Street.
That's canny. Go on, Mr. Merriman.
Also I observe...
suppose he gave them to her.
Have you thought of that?
You'll spoil it.
Also I observe a scratch in the leather
and several scratches in the toes and soles.
It's my belief that this young person
has been engaged today in scrambling about
on some rough surface,
hence her desire to have the shoes cleaned
to remove all traces of this unusual exercise.
Elementary.
Well, fancy that.
What do you think, then, Mr. Merriman?
Escaped from prison, has she?
Could have been climbing on a roof.
I won't deny that.
What a lot of rot.
Violet, you read too many books.
I taught meself by reading, I'll have you know.
Me mum says books is education.
In Toys of Passion,
this girl was captured by white slavers,
and she escaped by climbing on a roof.
One of them said he was a lord.
Oh, of course he wasn't really.
Well, Mrs. Trotter's instructed me
to keep my eyes open, and I shall do so.
Charlie, that's marvelous.
It's just what I wanted.
You're a duck.
You found the place all right?
Yes. Are you sure it will fit?
Oh, they've got all my measurements.
Phyl and I have been there heaps of times
for fancy-dress things and charades.
Here. Hold this. I'm going to try it on.
Uh, give us a chance, Grace.
Why, what's up? Oh, don't be a muff.
You've often seen me dressing.
Well, not since you were 6.
Honestly.
Well, cut along, then.
MERRIMAN: Good evening, my lord.
Merriman, where the devil did you spring from?
Excuse me, my lord. I knocked,
but you didn't hear me.
I came to light the candles.
I see.
KIPPS: I say.
Thank you, Merriman! Thank you very much!
Shall I serve dinner now, sir?
I say, Charlie, this is really topping.
It's all clear. I'm fearfully decent.
You can come and see.
CHARLIE: Uh, not now, Grace.
I'm talking to the waiter.
KIPPS: What?
I said I'm talking to the waiter, you hear?
[changes accent] Oh! Excuse me!
My mistake, I'm sure.
Young lady's just getting dressed.
If you'd serve dinner in about half an hour.
Very good, my lord.
Well? What do you think?
You rumbled her?
Ah, not yet, ma'am.
I shall need a little longer
to complete investigations.
All I will say is that she's a lady.
Who works in a flower shop?
Oh, in my opinion, ma'am,
she no more works in a flower shop
than I'm the leader of the house of Lords.
What's his game, then?
[raps on table]
Tell you what.
I'll upset his applecart.
Thinking I'd nurse a grievance
over his jammy bit of jam.
You put the claret away, Merriman.
I'm going to join this party.
Give his little fling a right good send-off,
so no wine, Merriman.
We're going to push the boat out
on good old bubbly.
Oh, my God.
Bumpers all around, Merriman.
Yes, mum.
No heel taps.
How'd you like me pudding de caillé?
Make your mouth water?
Oh, yeah, Mrs. Trotter.
It was ever so nice.
It's Mrs. Trotter's special thing.
Oh, really? It was ever so nice.
Served to kings.
All right, Merriman, you can toddle off now.
MERRIMAN: Eh? Oh, very good, ma'am.
So's we can have a little chat,
all nice and cozy...
'cause I want to know all about this little lady.
Any friend of Charlie's is a friend of mine. Right?
Yes. Absolutely.
So how about this screw of yours?
Eh?
This flower shop. Up west, is it?
As a matter of fact...
Yeah. In the strand.
Oh, very nice. Same side as Charing Cross
or the other?
The other. Same side.
Well, it's not really in the Strand.
No. Not exactly.
Oh, sort of floats about a bit, does it?
How much are you charging for chrysants?
Chrysants?
Chrysanthemums to you, dear. How much a dozen?
[accent changes] Oh, quite honestly,
I haven't got the least idea.
Oh...
I've never sold a flower.
I've never even bought one.
I'm afraid we've told you
a lot of lies.
Oh, really? His nibs' idea, I suppose.
I'm, sorry, Louisa.
No. It wasn't him.
It wasn't him at all. It was all me.
To tell the honest truth...
Now, look here, Grace...
No, Charlie. I must tell her.
The absolute straight truth is
I've run away from home.
Go on. Surprise me.
I know. It's all so beastly.
I didn't want to hurt them.
But...there's a man that I'm
supposed to marry...
And I don't love him.
I simply couldn't tell them.
So I ran away to Charlie...
Because, you see...
I love him.
More fool you, then.
What do you say? Cat got your tongue?
What do I say? I say she's an ass.
One born every minute.
He'll only get you into trouble.
What's wrong with this bloke you're hitched to, then?
Too old or what?
I simply can't, that's all.
Well, that's that, then.
Might as well argue with a bus as a girl
who's had her head turned.
You've no more sense than nothing.
That's what I think.
Fat lot of thanks I'll get for that.
You can finish the slosh between you.
It's a rum sort of party.
By the looks of it, you're going to need it.
Well...that was terrible.
Quail pudding. I nearly choked.
So did I.
I say, I'm sorry.
You damn well should be. You might have told the truth.
You said I couldn't.
Well, look what you've gone and done now.
Charlie, do you mind terribly?
Of course I do! You made me look
like a complete rotter!
I thought you were.
Oh, Charlie, don't be cross.
I know I'm the most awful idiot.
I always was.
Don't be angry with me.
I had to throw her off the scent
just for a day or two.
I'll make it right for you.
I'll do it somehow. I promise.
And anyway, there's something
I want to show you.
It will make you laugh.
If you want to know, Kipps, I think that most unlikely.
Well, you wait and see.
Why was I such a fool?!
I know you. You always get me into hot water.
You always did.
I should have packed you off
back to uncle Marcus, let him deal with you.
KIPPS: Oh, daddy's impossible.
He'd only send for the police.
And as for saying you're in love with me...
Why not? Girls my age are always in love
with their cousins.
I've known lots.
Good evening, Lord Haslemere.
There. What do you think?
Kipps, you have got to go.
You have got to go tomorrow.
Oh, by the way...
I bags the bed.
VIOLET: Well...did you ever!
[knocks on door]
Morning, miss. You're all right, then?
KIPPS: Oh, fine, thanks.
There's a mercy. I brought you some tea.
You know, me mum says,
"Violet, defend your honor
because no one else will do it for you."
What?
Looks like he come a cropper, and no mistake.
One up to you, miss.
No! I say!
[sighs]
Charlie.
[sputtering angrily]
Chuck it, will you?!
Catch! Well-held, Charlie!
Cold water. Best thing to wake you up.
CHARLIE: Oh, it is, is it?
Charlie, don't be an ass.
The best thing to wake you up, is it?
Right, my girl.
Don't be a brute!
I'll scream like billy-o!
KIPPS: No, Charlie!
Oh, you're a beast! I hate you!
No, Charlie! That's enough!
You're beastly!
Oh!
He is a lord. That's one thing.
Good morning, Starr.
Good morning, my lord.
Any letters for me?
Only bills, my lord.
I was going to bring them up.
Ah, no rush.
Would you tell Mrs. Trotter
that I'll be in to lunch and then to dinner?
Ah, yes, my lord. Here she is now.
CHARLIE: Morning, Louisa.
Good morning... Bluebeard.
LOUISA: I won't have it, Merriman.
Uh, no, ma'am.
Who's he think he is?
Carrying on as if he owned the place.
Uh, which he does, of course, ma'am.
I know that, you idiot. That's what makes it worse.
Well, it does, of course, ma'am.
Treating me as if I was a blasted landlady
in some rotten little boardinghouse in Brighton.
Spinning me that yarn, that load of codswallop.
Does he imagine... he doesn't stop to think.
He doesn't think of my position,
I'll tell you straight.
Oh, often the way with gentlemen
in my experience.
And that girl is not a nobody.
And her family will want to know where she is.
What am I going to tell them
when her father or brother or whatever
comes around here and asks me
what's been going on?
Be all over town in no time.
And if they're people of consequence,
which, if you ask my opinion,
it's all too bloomin' likely that they is,
it's my name that's going to be mud and not his.
Oh, very true, ma'am.
That's the unfairness of it.
Yeah. Well, two can play at that game.
If he don't trust me to tell me what's going on,
I'll have to use me wits to find out, won't I?
And you'll have to help me.
Eh? Both of you.
What? Me, ma'am?
Yeah, you, too.
Yes, ma'am. Help you do what?
I want to know what she is...Miss Kippers.
I want to know who she is, what she is,
and what she's up to.
And how you find out about it
is no concern of mine,
but you find out about it and quick.
Yes, ma'am.
And, uh... If it's any use to you,
his lordship's out, so she's on her owney-oh
for the time being at least,
and if you've anything to tell me,
you know where I'll be.
Very good, ma'am.
Well, Mr. Merriman, what are we going to do?
We shall enter into a small conspiracy.
Oh, I never done anything like that before.
Oh, if you've never done it before, my girl,
you haven't been in service very long,
so now's your chance to learn.
Sit down, Violet.
[knock on door]
Come in.
Now, wait here
and remember what I told you.
Yes, Mr. Merriman.
Ah, good morning, miss.
Ah, Mrs. Trotter asked me to discuss
the menu with you.
Ah, I'm told his lordship
will be in to lunch and to dinner.
Yes.
Excuse me, miss. I've come to do the bed.
Yes, all right, Violet.
I say, I don't know much about this.
What do I have to do?
I wonder what Charlie will want.
Ahem.
What's "Sauce tortue" for a start?
Ah...
Ah. Oh, my hat!
Mr. Starr! Mr. Starr!
Have you seen Mrs. Trotter?
She's in her room.
Oh!
Found with her throat cut, was she?
Oh, ma'am. I hope I done the right thing.
I thought it best to bring it down
and show it to you.
What you found?
This. She had it in a box.
I don't know what to make of it.
What do you say, ma'am?
What do I say?
I've had enough, that's what.
I've had enough.
Eh, thank you, miss.
I'll give the orders to the kitchen.
As regards the wine, I'll see his lordship.
Right, Merriman, I'll deal with this now.
Mrs. Trotter!
And this time I want the truth,
not another pack of bleedin' lies!
What do you want that for?
Someone's been in my room.
Oh, yes, my lady.
Taking my things.
Do you think I want it? I don't want this
nor flower shops nor silly lovesick girls
hollerin' like they been done blue murder.
What?
And most of all,
I don't want no more bleeding lip from you
except the truth, the straight truth.
Now, and quick.
Very well.
I'm Grace Tyrrell.
Oh, are you?
Yes. My father is Charlie's uncle Marcus.
I've had a summons to appear
at Bow Street this afternoon,
and I'm not going.
What you done this time, then?
We've printed a leaflet calling on men and women
to rush the House of Commons tomorrow evening.
If I attend the court, they'll send me to prison.
Are you Mrs. Pankhurst?
I'm a suffragette.
Actually, I wanted to tell you,
but Charlie thought you'd chuck me out.
I'm awfully sorry. It was beastly telling lies.
But I had to hide, you see.
Not here, you don't.
There isn't anywhere else.
That's your funeral.
Suffragettes. Load of screaming monkeys
that don't know nothing about nothing!
I'd have your bloomers off and wallop you,
that's what I think.
Oh. Sorry.
You, too, Charlie Haslemere.
You come back here this minute.
Well might you try and scamper off.
Had me on toast, didn't you?
Took me for a mug, a stupe.
No. I just wanted to help Grace, that's all.
It's no good, Charlie.
What about me? Didn't think of that?
I didn't sleep a wink last night,
worrying about this girl.
Who was she?
What would I tell her father
when he come around here
with his horsewhips and a pack
of bleedin' hounds?
What was I supposed to do?
And what am I supposed to be here,
a bleedin' dogsbody
for every passing stranger
to dump their problems on?
CHARLIE: You're my friend, Louisa.
I'll get my things.
A fine use you make of me.
Look, all I want to say...
Oh, you'll get round me.
I know that all right,
but she's got to go. Vamoose, scarper.
Tomorrow. Let her go tomorrow.
Look, Louisa, I don't defend her.
If you want my opinion on what she's doing,
I think she's wrong.
Oh, not on votes for women.
I agree on that.
I mean the way her suffragettes
are trying to force their case.
The more they shout and carry on,
the longer it will take.
Take forever, it won't worry me.
The thing is, if you chuck her out now,
she'll go to prison!
She'll go in any case once she and the other leaders
gives themselves up.
All she wants is one more night,
just one more night of freedom.
Even if I hated her, I think I'd give her that.
As it is... I'm hanged if I know why...
I'm really rather fond of her.
What do you say?
Thank you, Charlie.
What do I say?
I'll say you Tyrrells have got
a fine old family talent
for twisting other people round your little finger,
and mostly me.
Oh, get along with you.
Take your blasted hat off.
Mrs. Trotter... one more night,
that's all you're going to get.
That's all I want, honestly.
Oh, thanks most awfully.
You thank my soft head, not my heart.
I ain't got one.
Charlie will tell you that.
Fancy her being in the paper,
her name and all.
Miss Grace Tyrrell.
Read it out, then.
"The threat of the women's social and political union
"to rush the House of Commons
"has led to strong reaction by the metropolitan police.
"Summonses were served yesterday on Mrs. Pankhurst,
"Miss Christabel Pankhurst,
"And Miss Grace Tyrrell
"for attempting to provoke
"a breach of the peace.
"They are to appear at Bow Street
this afternoon."
She didn't go. She was here, wasn't she?
Well, that's why she's hiding.
VIOLET: Oh, I say. She won't half cop it.
Go on, Mr. Starr.
"The suffragettes displayed
"considerable activity yesterday.
"From the roof of a house
"across the river,
"a kite with the words Votes for Women
"was flown over the House of Commons.
"The police traced and released the string
from a chimney stack."
Here. Roof of a house. What do you say to that?
Scrambling about on some rough surface,
scratched her shoes.
Here. Hold on a bit. It was me that said
about the roof.
Oh, yes. Escaped from prison.
But I said about the roof.
I said that.
You bear witness, Violet.
Well, I think you're both very clever.
I found the wig, of course.
Sugar, Violet?
What do you reckon she needs that for?
Escape the country?
I expect she's a master of disguise.
A master of disguise, that's what she is.
She can't be a master of anything
being a woman.
Why? What's wrong with that?
There's nothing wrong with it,
but if she was a master of disguise,
she wouldn't be, would she?
She'd be a mistress of disguise,
wouldn't she?
Then you're not in favor, Mr. Starr, votes for women?
No, I'm not. Not a bit of it.
I don't hold with it.
Look, what causes most trouble
in the world?
Politics and women.
Mix them up, and what do you get?
A double load of trouble.
What do you think, Mr. Merriman?
I suppose they'll get it in the end
if that's what they want,
so I say give it and take the credit for it.
It's all we'll get.
Well, I don't know. I likes that Christabel.
I heard her in Trafalgar Square.
Stood up there and told them, bold as brass.
"Why don't you behave like a woman?"
This fella shouted at her.
"Why don't you behave like a man?" she shouted back...
And made them all laugh,
her being so cheeky to him.
Time for bed, young lady.
Me mum says men's made a mess of things.
She would say that, of course, marrying me dad.
[ticking]
[pounding on door]
All right. All right.
Don't wake the dead.
[pounding continues]
Look, I shan't be any quicker
for all your carrying-on.
Fred, get in there.
Here. What's this?
Inspector Jason, metropolitan police.
I should like to speak to the manager of this hotel.
Well, you can't. She's in bed.
Do you know what time it is?
I apologize for that. I'm aware of it of course,
but this is a serious matter what I'm engaged on,
and I require to see the manager at once.
I'll see what she says.
Stay with him, Fred.
LOUISA: Here, what does he want?
STARR: He didn't say, madam.
Just that it's serious.
Yeah. It better be, I'll tell you that.
LOUISA: Mmm. Here you are, then.
What's all this about, then?
Mrs. Trotter?
What's that to you?
Inspector Jason, ma'am.
I believe you're the manager of this hotel?
Proprietor, if it's any of your business. Yes.
I'm afraid it is, ma'am.
I've been issued with a warrant
for the arrest of a young lady...
Miss Grace Tyrrell.
I have reason to believe she may be staying
in this hotel.
What reason?
What reason could you have
to suppose it?
Acting on information received, ma'am.
I can't say fairer.
You better ask them
as knows so much about it.
They didn't come to me.
I'm sure I needn't warn you
about obstruction, Mrs. Trotter.
Perhaps if you'd allow me to see your register?
Register? What register?
I suppose you have one.
I don't keep no register.
You think this is a dosshouse
for waifs and strays?
It's normal practice, Mrs. Trotter.
Well, it may be where you come from.
Not here. This is a private residence,
and my guests come and go
as they please.
As far as you're concerned,
you don't please me at all.
By the way, that Kippers has
got upstairs again.
Can't have cats wandering
about the place at nights.
I told you before, so look sharp about it.
Yes, Mrs. Trotter. Very good, madam.
I hope you're going to be reasonable, ma'am...
Else it's my duty to warn you.
Reasonable?!
STARR: Puss, puss! Here, puss!
You come in here in the middle of the night,
getting decent people out of their beds
and asking for this and that, and you call that reasonable?
I call interference.
And I'll be reasonable happy when you push off!
[knock on door]
STARR: My lord, wake up!
What? What is it?
Police, my lord. They've come for the young lady.
There's a copper in the hall.
He's got a warrant for her arrest, sir.
Is he coming up?
Mrs. Trotter's talking to him.
She sent me up to warn you, sir.
CHARLIE: Kipps, wake up. The police are here.
What?
They got a warrant for your arrest.
I'll have to do a bunk!
Come on. Get dressed.
Starr will show you the back stairs.
There's a mews out here with a gate into the...
What is it?
There's a bobby in the yard.
Crumbs.
Where the devil has Starr gone?
STARR: Here, my lord.
I was waiting on account of the young lady, sir.
There's a policeman in the yard.
Yes, my lord. If I might suggest...
we've got to find somewhere for her to hide.
The housemaid's pantry down the landing, sir.
Right. Kipps, have you got all of your things?
No. My hat.
STARR: Um, if the young lady would
wrap this around her.
Oh, it doesn't matter, Starr.
It's not for your modesty. It's for Starr's.
You may be a suffragette, miss,
but you're still a lady.
Well, that's jolly silly.
Grace, come on.
LOUISA: There you are, then.
That's me only record... a visitors book.
People can sign when they leave.
Go on. Take a butcher's. You're welcome.
There's not so many houses outside of Buckingham Palace
can show a list like that.
Of course, if you're looking for the archbishop,
he ain't here at present.
Now, Mrs. Trotter...
You know why I'm here.
What I suggest is that you and I go up
and have a word with Viscount Haslemere.
Viscount Haslemere? At this time of night?
It won't take very long.
I shall do no such thing.
You refuse?
Certainly I refuse. The idea of it.
Then I regret to tell you I shall have to apply
for a search warrant.
What search warrant?
You've no right to do it,
no such thing,
so don't pretend you has.
Under the provisions
of the criminal justice act, 1885...
don't believe a word of it.
I may obtain a warrant to search any premises
where there's reason to suppose that any girl or woman
may be detained for an immoral purpose.
You wouldn't dare.
Of course, if you was to assure me
that Miss Tyrrell isn't here,
I would have no need to do so,
avoiding embarrassment to me and to you
and the magistrate I must apply to,
as I'm sure you're well aware, ma'am.
So what do you say?
If I recall, there have been several occasions
on which my constables have been called
to this establishment.
Viscount Haslemere
you want a word with, is it?
If you'll allow, ma'am.
Been my day for helpin' other people.
Join the crowd.
What is it? What's up?
Viscount Haslemere?
Uh, yes.
Inspector Jason, my lord.
I am sorry to disturb you.
I hold a warrant for the arrest
of a young lady...
And I believe you may be able to help
in my inquiries.
Miss Grace Tyrrell.
What...Grace?
I believe you know her, my lord.
Yes. She's my cousin.
When did you see her last?
Grace? Oh, now, wait a minute. Um...
Has she been here today?
What...Grace?
Yes, my lord.
Oh, no. I haven't seen her for ages.
What's this about?
Any other young lady here tonight?
Well, no. Certainly not.
You want to see my rooms?
And this, my lord?
Ah, that.
Lord Haslemere!
Uh, Mrs. Trotter, I can explain.
There was someone here, someone before,
but she's gone.
Well, you can search my room.
Search anywhere.
Awfully nice girl, actually.
From the gaiety.
Must feel rather silly, only one stocking on.
I suppose you'd be prepared to accompany
me to the station
and make a statement to this effect?
Station? Yes. Yes, of course.
Glad to.
You know Sir Gerald, do you?
Sir Gerald, my lord?
Sir Gerald Horton,
the assistant commissioner.
Ah, yeah.
Very old friend of mine.
Always delighted to do anything
to help the police.
Ah, well, now, my lord,
if you were to assure me...
oh, no, no, no.
Ah, what was your name?
Jason, my lord. Inspector Jason.
Ah, well, Inspector Jason,
must do things properly, mustn't we?
Can't make exceptions now.
Old Gerry would be absolute furious if he got wind
of anything like that.
So it's down to the station...
And get everything signed, sealed, and witnessed
like you said, right?
Very well, my lord, if you insist.
Oh, much, much better.
I'll just go and get my things on.
Oh, I'm going to bed.
I say, Mrs. Trotter, I'm most awfully sorry.
And so you should be...
For more than he'll ever know.
Women.
Oh, there you are, then.
Where's the girl?
The housemaid's pantry.
Yeah. Well, you stay here,
and you see that copper off the premises, right?
[door opens]
What's happened?
Charlie's going down to the station with him,
so that will get him off our hands.
Lost a stocking, did you?
Did I?
Oh, gosh.
Don't worry. It don't signify.
Charlie's taking care of it.
I'm fearfully sorry.
So's everyone. Cried their eyes out.
Now, pack up and get your things on.
What for?
Because you're going, that's what.
Not now!
There are policemen!
That's your lookout.
You got me in this corner,
and you're going to get me out of it,
and what happens is no concern of mine.
Then you'll spoil everything. Don't you see?
I'll go in the morning.
That's why I got the wig and the clothes.
All I want is to be part of the demonstration
tomorrow evening...
The march on the House of Commons.
We've called it, and everyone
is going to be there, so I must go!
Then it won't matter anymore if they arrest me.
But not tonight.
That's what you've planned?
Yes.
You didn't tell me you wanted to be arrested.
I thought you understood.
No. I've got a very limited intelligence.
I only understand what people tell me!
Could be there's something wrong
with me, of course.
Also, I find I'm getting very little satisfaction
out of seeing you without your clothes on.
In fact, I find there's something about girls
like you that I don't like at all!
Don't tell me what it is.
I might not thank you for it.
Just get your blasted things on
and cut and run.
No.
Did I hear you...
Mrs. Trotter, I really can't.
Oh, yes, you can.
No, I can't.
I told you, I'll go in the morning,
but I won't tonight, and that's flat.
My God, just look at you.
Pretty as a picture, and no one ever
taught you nothing.
Well, I've got a way with girls
that don't do what they're told!
Let go!
Don't shout. You'll bring him in here!
Now, you listen to me, and I'll tell you
what you're going to do. You're going in there
in the linen cupboard till the morning
so's I know where to find you
and where you won't be found.
No, I can't.
Oh, yes, you can.
You've had your fun out of pushing me around.
Well, now, I'm going to do the pushing.
Come on, in you go.
Please. Mrs. Trotter...
What's the matter? Ain't it big enough?
It's dark!
So? It'll hide you. Come on, in you go.
No, please, don't!
Don't lock me in!
I couldn't bear it!
[crying]
That's a fine time to think of that.
Don't shut me in.
I'll go. I will go if you want.
I'll do anything.
They'll shut you up in any case.
Didn't you think of that?
I know.
I-I'll go. I'll go. I'm sorry.
Here. Be quiet.
That blasted copper's on his way.
What are you going to do?
Nothing much we can do.
Fat chance of sleeping.
Sit around like golliwoggs, I suppose,
and wait for Charlie.
Vine Street, I suppose?
Yes, my lord.
I wonder if I ought to have another word
with Mrs. Trotter.
Ah, Starr, there you are.
Yes, my lord.
Mrs. Trotter's gone to bed.
She asked me to see you out, sir.
You better take an umbrella.
I won't lock the doors, of course.
Then you can use your key, my lord,
when you come home.
Yes. That's what I thought.
Might be some time, you see.
Oh, I don't imagine my lord
will need much time.
CHARLIE: Well, one thing leads to...
[opens window]
[rain pouring]
How long has he been gone, now, then?
Almost two hours.
Told them his life story.
They couldn't lock him up?
Small hope of that.
Copper's still down there.
Must have me windows open day and night.
Funny like that.
Can't bear to be shut up with anything...
Or anybody.
I'm the same.
You've been inside?
In prison?
Only 3 days... So far.
My mother paid my fine and got me out.
It won't be like that this time.
Christabel says we'll get 3 months.
Oh, they shut you up in prison.
How'd you take to that?
I was terrified.
I was shut up once.
In prison?
Oh, no. I took good care of that.
No. It was me mum that done it...
When I was 5 years old.
Me dad had this tin he used to keep
his sweets in.
Used to get it down and give me one
when I'd been good.
One day, I got a chair, got it down,
and scoffed the lot.
Should have seen my mum when she found out.
Said she'd show me just what happened
to girls that stole.
Shut me up under the stairs in this cupboard.
No light, no air, no nothing.
And beetles crawling around and all.
Of course, I screamed and hollered.
Me dad come and let me out.
Months after that, I used to wake up screaming,
thinking they'd locked me in the dark.
Funny. I'd forgotten all about it...
Till what happened back there.
You tried to shut me in.
Yeah, like me mum.
What was done to you, you do to others.
Mind you, I didn't when I remembered.
I think it must have happened to me, too,
when I was young,
only I can't remember.
I've had that dream. I have it now.
And you'd go to prison for 3 months?
If I've got to, yes.
Must be barmy.
You're all barmy.
Suffragettes. What do you want with votes?
Shall I tell you something?
I set out to beat the men on me own and won.
When I started, every cook that counted
for anything in London was a man,
and I said I'd beat them.
I said, "I'm a woman, and I can do as well
as you and better."
Beat them at their own game.
Made them take me as I was.
Ain't votes that matter. You can't eat that.
What matters is showing them
that you can do as well as them!
What do you want to go to prison for?
I don't want to go.
Then give it up.
No.
You wouldn't, and I won't either.
What I want matters just as much to me
as what you fought for did for you.
At least we're fighting,
and that's something, isn't it?
And the women have never fought before,
even if some of us will have to die
before it's over.
You talk a lot of rot. Dying.
Do I? Yes, I expect I do.
I would die, though.
Men die for things that they believe in.
No one laughs at that.
Maybe they should.
Could have saved a lot of men that way.
At least we haven't gone to war...
I mean with guns.
Be thankful for small mercies, eh?
Got a lot of pluck. Say that for you.
Thanks.
Oh.
Weight off me pins at last.
Blimey. What a night.
Something I meant to ask you.
What?
That story you said about running away from home.
You said you was in love with Charlie.
Now, why did you say that?
Rather easy.
Because I am.
I always have been.
Just my luck.
Grace, are you up?
I say, I had rather a jolly time
with your inspector.
Don't think we'll be hearing
from him again for quite a while.
In fact, I think I rather...
Now, who the devil would have thought...
Well, back to the jolly old sofa.
There. How do I look?
A bit comical, miss.
I do, rather.
Oh, well, let's have the top.
Here we are.
Thanks.
It's a bit old-fashioned,
don't you think?
That's the idea.
Just like me Auntie Winnie.
Oh, golly, is it? It's supposed to be
jolly respectable.
Sort of dear old temperance lady,
someone you'd never think would rush
the House of Commons.
Is that what you're going to do, miss,
rush at the House of Commons?
Mmm. If I get past the police.
I wish I had the pluck.
I'd have a go with you.
Would you, Violet?
But I don't like them horses,
and I've seen too many bobbies.
I know what they can do.
They're all right, you know. Just their job.
Why don't you join us?
Me? A suffragette?
I couldn't, miss.
I mean, you're ladies.
But I tell you what.
I'll come and holler for you.
That would be splendid.
I've got a terrible loud voice when roused.
Oh, miss...you will take care, won't you?
Suffragettes.
One dog, one vote, Fred. What do you say to that?
Oh, morning, madam.
Morning, Starr.
Copper still out there, is he?
He's on the corner.
Sort of rooted to the ground.
Miss Tyrrell's coming down...
In her rig-out.
'struth! I never would have recognized her,
I tell you straight.
May I present Miss Grace Kippers?
[old woman's voice] Good morning, Starr.
I could have passed you in the street, miss,
and never known.
That is rather what I'm hoping.
I found some chocolate in my bag.
Does Fred like it?
You can try him. He might be tempted.
He's got no politics.
Ahem.
Here, Fred.
Look, I always keep some
for my dog at home,
so you take that for him...
Because I don't know when I'm...
You see...
I expect you'll see your own dog very soon, miss.
Yes, I hope so.
I know I shall.
And thanks most awfully.
Don't thank me for nothing.
Didn't do nothing you didn't
push me into.
Well, that's Kipps' only talent, really.
Makes one feel almost sorry
for Mr. Asquith.
He'll feel jolly sorry for himself
when we march on him tonight.
Good-bye, Charlie.
Bye, Grace.
Here.
Thank you.
Better take this, miss. It's raining.
Oh, thank you, Starr.
Well, here goes.
I'll walk straight past the bobby.
Uh, you mustn't watch in case he sees you.
Good-bye.
I shan't forget.
Good luck.
Can you see her, then, Starr?
Ah, yes, madam.
She's walking up to the policeman now.
Here, hold a bit.
I don't like the look of this.
I think he's rumbled her.
No. Wait a bit.
Blow me down.
He's showing her the way.
Do you see what she did?
Ha ha!
He saluted her, he did.
She's going on up the street...
Round the corner.
She's gone.
Oh, she...she may be a suffragette,
but she's got some pluck.
Seems to remind me...
Remind you of what?
Someone I know.
You don't know nothing, Charlie Haslemere.
Doesn't know you're born.
Men!
That young whippersnapper,
she's worth dozens of you!
Oh, suffragette or no suffragette,
she can't be all that bad.
She gives chocolate to dogs.
Go on.
What do you say, Fred?