Suffragette

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Women do not have the calmness of temperament

or the balance of mind

to exercise judgment in political affairs.

If we allow women to vote,

it will mean the loss of social structure.

Women are well represented by their fathers, brothers, husbands.

Once the vote was given,

it would be impossible to stop at this.

Women would then demand the rights of becoming MPs,

cabinet ministers, judges.

Maud, take this up the West End.

It's meant to be there by 6:00.

Deliveries should have picked it up.

Votes for women!

Votes for women!

Votes for women!

Victory will be ours!

Votes for women!

Victory!

- Votes for women! - (whistle blowing)

Is George sleeping?

Yeah. Mrs. Garston fed him bread and jam.

You all right? It's late.

Taylor sent me up to town.

- Have a look. - It's nothing.

I got caught in a scuffle.

There were loads of those women shouting.

Broke all the windows on the West End.

I'll deliver that package for you in the morning.

- You coming to bed? - I'm just gonna get this done.

- (blows) - (tapping)

Arms up.

Arms up. You keep doing that,

you're never gonna get it on.

Here's the slippers.

All right, dear.

Oh, come here. Be good.

Come on, you lot.

Oi, Mrs. Miller! Mrs. Miller!

- Don't you ignore me. - Sorry, Mr. Taylor.

- Late again? - Oh, I'm fairly late. I'm...

Shut your mouth. You listen to me.

That's the second time you've been late and you've only been here three weeks.

- I haven't been late... - Don't answer me back. This is what I'm telling you.

- I'm sorry. - You want me to dismiss you? Is that it?

No. No, Mr. Taylor. No, sir, I don't.

- I won't be late tomorrow. - Well, you pull your finger out.

Drive belt's loose again.

It was checked on Friday, Maud.

You can smell burning. I'd check 'em all.

Get your toolbox!

Check the drive belt on number six!

Ta.

We meet Mondays and Thursdays, if you're interested.

The Ellyns pharmacy.

Hey, Maud.

That package get to Barclays yesterday?

George had his chest again.

Sonny took it up for me this morning.

You ready?

This is my oldest.

Maggie.

Hello, Maggie.

It is men who have all legal rights over our children.

It is men who control our economic existence.

Who's that?

MP's wife. Mrs. Haughton.

She's here at Christmas giving out tangerines to the children.

And the prime minister, Mr. Asquith,

has agreed to a hearing of testimonies of working women

up and down the country.

We have an opportunity to demonstrate

that as women are equal to men in their labors,

so they should be equal to men in their right to vote.

You've never labored in your life. - (men laugh)

This is your moment to come forward and speak up,

and I will choose one person from this laundry

to deliver their testimony at the House of Commons.

These will be heard by the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Mr. Lloyd George.

No one cares, love.

Some of us do, Mrs. Coleman, so shut your bleeding cake-hole.

- (laughter) Hear, hear.

Thank you for your support. Votes for women.

Ladies, votes for women. The power is in your hands.

- Thank you, ladies. - Oh, go home.

Votes for women. Thank you.

Mommy! Mommy!

Hello, kids. Give me half a moment.

Are you gonna give your testimony then?

Mr. Taylor's a good employer.

- To you he is. - Take that back.

I can't take back what I see.

- You've been here less than a month. - And?

I've been doing laundry work ever since I was 13.

Maggie's only 12, and she's in here already.

It's as tough for us women as it's ever been.

We've got to do whatever we can, however we can.

What, like smashing windows? It's not respectable.

Strangle what's respectable.

You want me to respect the law,

then make the law respectable.

So, Georgie... Georgie, this is six.

Yeah?

You ready? You watching?

You got yours.

You see Mrs. Haughton today?

Wants some of the women to go to Parliament.

She thinks we should be paid more.

On her high horse again.

Say good night to the king, George.

Good night, sir.

Good boy.

Come on.

Now, young sir, can you give me a big breath in, please?

Ah. Good boy.

- And out. - (exhales)

- And now another big one, please. - (inhales)

- And big breath out. - (exhales)

- Good boy. And a big breath in. - (inhales)

Oh, yes. Here comes the 11:00 just passing through the tunnel.

Good. It's on time.

Uh... (whispers) He's all right.

Good boy.

You're a suffragette, Mrs. Ellyn?

Yes, but I consider myself more of a soldier, Mrs. Watts.

These women's testimonies make a difference?

Maybe. But as Mrs. Pankhurst says,

"It's deeds, not words that will get us the vote."

Make up a combination.

Now, George, do you like barley sugar?

Afternoon. Are the others here yet?

Uh, no. Not yet. But you can go through.

Plenty of steam. Couple of drops in the water, twice daily.

Keep him warm.

No, no. No charge.

- Good-bye. - Thank you.

- Thank you, Mr. Ellyn. - Mrs. Watts.

- (bell jingles) - Come on.

Let's get you wrapped up.

Superintendent Burrill.

Mr. Haughton, thank you for coming here. This is Inspector...

Inspector Sneed. Benedict Haughton, Home Office.

I'm reliably informed

that you have considerable experience of surveillance within the Special Branch.

I've gathered intelligence on various anarchists, sir,

including Fenian agitators in Liverpool and Manchester.

I can show you.

Employment of these cameras

would be the first of its kind in the country.

They are considerably more advanced than anything we've used before.

Thank you.

Compact enough to be used without a tripod.

It means we can operate them covertly on the streets.

Right.

Let's start with Mrs. Edith Ellyn.

Chief commandant. She's clever.

Been arrested nine times, incarcerated four.

She's educated without scruples,

which makes her particularly dangerous.

It's worth noting her husband, Mr. Hugh Ellyn.

Pharmacist.

He's been incarcerated twice for abetting his wife's activities.

Fully paid-up member of the Men's League.

Here's an old hand... Mrs. Violet Miller.

She moves around a lot. Been arrested a number of times. Incarcerated twice.

Spits out children. Husband's a violent drunk.

She agitates. Gets her hands dirty.

She'll be using her zeal to recruit.

To justify the unjustifiable.

Now, who's this here?

Um, Watts. Maud Watts.

Not seen her before.

- That's a good girl. Come on. Come on. - No! Get off.

It'll be all right. It'll be all right.

- (object clattering) - You know who I like.

- (paper rustling) - (gasps)

Get back to work. Go on. Get out of here.

What did you want, Maud?

Fourteen short on soap paddles.

Why don't you tell acquisitions if we're short?

Eh?

I don't want a slipup like that to happen again, do you hear?

She reminds me of you at that age.

Oi, Mrs. Miller,

I heard a whisper you've been chosen to deliver your testimony

- to Mr. Lloyd George. - Tomorrow.

Leave the vote to us men, eh, Mrs. Miller? And we'll leave you to the home.

- (chuckles) - I've already made up the hours.

I worked late Tuesday and Thursday.

And Maggie will mop up any extra.

Why don't you tell Mr. Miller

I'll give you a clip round here and knock some sense into you if he won't.

It'll do her some good, eh? - (scattered chuckles)

Violet.

I'll come with you tomorrow, hear you speak.

Maud. What are you doing?