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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
And now another big one, please.
And big breath out.
Good boy. And a big breath in.
Oh, yes. Here comes the 11:00
just passing through the tunnel.
Good. It's on time.
Uh... 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.
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.
You know who I like.
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.
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?
Violet.
I'll come with you
tomorrow, hear you speak.
Maud. What are you doing?
I'm just gonna listen.
We want the vote!
We want the vote!
Violet.
Where were you? We waited...
- Violet.
- It's nothing. I'm all right.
Mrs. Haughton's inside.
Well, come on then.
Oh, Mrs. Miller...
Oh, my dear.
Glass House Laundry next.
Sheffield Weavers Union, please
be ready. You'll be straight after.
You cannot deliver your
testimony like this.
Deputations will be heard one by one.
- I'm fine.
- No, Mrs. Miller, you're not.
Lloyd George will dismiss
you and what will you say?
Glass House Laundry.
Maud.
You speak for me.
I can't.
- It is written down.
- No, I'm not... I'm not good at...
- All you'd have to do is read it.
- Please ask someone else.
- Someone can do it better than I can.
- You can tell them.
- We have no time.
- Glass House Laundry, please.
- Violet...
- You can do this.
You can do it. You tell them.
Good luck, Maud.
Shall you begin, Mrs. Miller?
Watts.
It's Mrs. Watts, sir.
Mrs. Miller isn't able to...
I have her testimony.
You work at the Glass House
Laundry in Bethnal Green too?
I was born there.
Then I should like to hear your testimony.
I don't know what to say.
Your mother worked at the laundry?
From when she was 14.
She'd strapped me on her back or
under the copper vats if I'd sleep.
All the women did it who had babies then.
Your employer allowed that?
- He'd have you back as soon as you could.
- He?
Mr. Taylor.
And does your mother
still work at the laundry?
She died when I was four.
I see.
A vat tipped. Scalded her.
What of your father?
Don't know him.
And you've worked for Mr. Taylor...
Part-time from when I was seven.
Full-time from when I was 12.
Don't need much schooling
to laundry shirts.
I was good at collars,
steaming the fine lacing.
Got the hands for it.
I was made head washer
at 17, forewoman at 20.
I'm 24 now, so...
You're young for such a position.
Laundry work's a short
life if you're a woman.
And why is that?
You get your aches and your
chest cough, crushed fingers,
leg ulcers, burns,
headaches from the gas.
We had one girl last year poisoned.
Can't work again. Ruined her lungs.
And your pay?
We get 13 shillings a week, sir.
For a man it's 19.
And we work a third more the hours.
They're outside most days on deliveries,
so at least they're in the fresh air.
What would the vote
mean to you, Mrs. Watts?
I never thought we'd get the vote,
so I've never thought
about what it would mean.
So why are you here?
The thought that we might.
That this life...
There is another way of living this life.
Sorry. My words... I'm not...
No, no.
The finest eloquence is
that which gets things done.
Thank you, Mrs. Watts.
I believe we have all that down.
We shall have a response for you very soon.
An amendment to the bill might just
force the change towards the vote.
Thank you, sir.
Can we please have
Sheffield Weavers Union?
- You've been drinking.
- Just a brandy.
- Mrs. Haughton treated us.
- Mrs. Haughton can afford it.
I spoke, Sonny.
I thought you were just gonna listen.
Violet couldn't, so they asked me.
I was just gonna say
what she would have said,
but then he asked me if I
worked at laundry as well.
And I just started talking.
To Mr. Lloyd George.
- If we got the vote...
- What would you do with it, Maud?
Do the same you do with yours, Sonny...
exercise my rights.
Exercise your rights?
You're a suffragette now?
- One of those Panks?
- No.
Mrs. Miller is.
You know how they like to talk.
You spend your time with her,
that's what they'll call you.
I'm only looking out for you, Maud.
I know.
That's all I've ever done.
- Oi, Maud.
- Violet.
Mrs. Ellyn's invited you to tea.
- Has she?
- Yeah.
She says you've gone and woken
up the dinosaurs of Westminster.
- Where are Mr. Ellyn's certificates?
- Hmm? Oh, he hasn't any.
His father passed the business to him,
but he never really took to chemistry.
I actually wanted to become a doctor.
My father didn't approve.
I'm still good at diagnosis.
So you're married?
Twenty-three years now.
Oh, I had hoped that one day
it might have read "Ellyn and daughters."
One must look to the next generation.
I hear you spoke well.
I was thinking we could take
him to the seaside this summer.
Don't go drinking champagne
on beer money, Maud.
Arms up.
Go to the pictures, Friday.
Give me. Give me. Come here.
Oi, Mrs. Miller. Bet
you wish you were a man.
- Yeah, bet you wish you weren't old.
- Saucy cow.
Come here.
- Wish us luck.
- Luck would be you'd stop this now,
go to work.
- Go on.
- Go.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
Here, Maud.
You look the part.
Shout, shout
Up with your song
Cry with the wind
for the dawn is breaking
March, march
Swing you along
Wide blows our banner
and hope is waking
- Can you see anything?
- They haven't opened the doors yet.
Lo, they call
and glad is their word
Loud and louder it swells
It's him.
The prime minister duly reviewed
all the women's testimonies.
After careful debate with a number of MPs
very sympathetic to the women's cause,
it was carried
that there was not the evidence
to support any change to the suffrage bill.
What?
- No votes for women then, sir?
- No. No votes.
But Mr. Lloyd George
listened. He took it all down.
A sham. A sham. It's a sham!
How dare you!
Liar!
- Liar!
- Liar!
- Liar!
- Shame on you, sir!
Shame on you!
Liar!
Liar!
Go on now. You've had your fun.
Get back!
Move back now! Come on!
Go home!
You won't push me back!
Violet!
Hey, leave her alone!
Don't hurt me!
No!
Leave her! Leave...
Get in here! Get in there!
No! No!
Good afternoon, Officer. Benedict Haughton.
How much is bail, please?
Two pound, sir.
No, Benedict, you must
bail all of the women.
I cannot be the only one to go free.
- Benedict, please.
- I will not.
- How much is the sum?
- Two pound each.
12 to release all the
women. Please, sign it.
It's my money. It's my money.
You're my wife. You'll act like a wife.
I have humored you, Alice, thus far,
but this is an outrage.
Thank you.
Come on.
I have to fetch my son by 6:00.
I'm late. He'll need his tea.
You won't be home for tea.
Would you like me to contact
your husband, Mrs. Watts?
- I picked up a suffragette last week.
- I'm not a suffragette.
Rough little diamond.
In her bloomers, three bricks.
Works for Mrs. Pankhurst directly.
I asked her why she does it.
She said it makes her life worth something.
She's just the hod carrier.
I'm not a suffragette.
I'm glad.
You know,
they say that the way certain types of women
have been acting these past few months
lends a good deal of color to the argument
that the mental equilibrium of the female
sex is less than that of the male's.
But I don't agree.
There's no madness in it.
They know exactly what they're doing.
But my opinion doesn't matter.
My job is to enforce the law, Mrs. Watts.
So I'm going to give you some advice now,
and I sincerely hope you take it.
You serve your time now.
At worst you'll get a week.
Then you go home to your husband.
They lied to us.
They didn't lie.
They promised nothing. They gave nothing.
Coat.
One set of stockings. Hole. Right foot.
Don't be alarmed, Maud. Stay calm.
We're political prisoners. We have
the right to wear our own clothes.
Arms up.
We have the right...
Please.
Sorry, Georgie.
Oi. Your wife is a fucking disgrace, Sonny.
You should be keeping her under control.
Police are bringing these
bitches to their knees.
At least Maud will be used to that.
Come on, Maud.
She's missing her boy.
We've all been separated
from those we love, Maud.
My mother.
When I was a child, I barely saw her.
She worked day and night,
fighting for me to be
educated as my brother was.
But that didn't come without a sacrifice.
There's Emily.
She's done more time here than any of us.
She's on hunger strike.
Orders from Mrs.
Pankhurst are we're to follow.
If they will not accept us as political
prisoners, we will strike until they do.
Not Maud.
It's her first time here.
- Emily.
- Violet.
We got a new member.
- This is Maud.
- Welcome, Maud.
Faster. Move.
Oh, Hugh.
Welcome, Mrs. Watts. Please, come with us.
I've got to go. I've got to see my son.
Everyone gets one their first time, Maud.
For your first incarceration.
Thanks.
Mrs. Miller, the escalation of violence
from the police will be met with force.
You will receive word.
Are they in? Mrs. Garston!
Sonny?
- How's George?
- Shh. He's asleep.
I'm sorry, Sonny.
Sonny, I tried to get back as quickly
as I could, but they kept me there...
I can't look at you.
You don't know what they did to us.
Us? What's it done to me and George?
I had the police around.
I said I didn't know anything.
Got the whole street whispering.
I covered for you to Taylor, but he knew.
It won't happen again.
- Mama.
- Hi, darling. Mmm.
Get back to bed!
Go on, darling.
I'll be there in a minute.
- Now.
- Go on, darling.
- You eaten?
- Mrs. Garston did her best.
I'll make you some tea.
I waited and waited for you
until it was almost dawn.
I was praying for you to come home.
I'm back now.
You won't ever shame me like that again.
Go on. On your
way. I've had enough of you.
You've been nothing but
trouble since you got here.
I'll see you at home, pal.
I love you.
It's all right.
Votes for women!
Hello, Maud.
Nice to see you're feeling better.
Sonny tells me you've not been well.
It's all right, you know?
I found someone else willing
to, uh, make up the hours.
Mum.
You wait for me here. I won't be long.
Maud.
Violet.
There's a big gathering on Friday.
They're saying she's to speak.
I got to go.
I can't.
You can't not.
If we'd had a girl, what
would we have called her?
Margaret.
After my mother.
What kind of life would she have had?
Same as yours.
I'm working late tonight.
Intelligence confirms a
growing intention to retaliate.
They're putting their strategy in place.
Our contact in Lewisham tells us
Mrs. Pankhurst is to give an address.
- When?
- Any day now. We don't know where yet,
but I'm sure our East London
ladies will lead us there.
- Emily.
- Maud. It's good to see you again.
You've heard her speak before?
Many times. She's without fear.
- Emily, Edith's waiting for us.
- You made it then?
Edith. You're here.
We must hurry. It'll be the first
time she's appeared for months.
They'll be on alert to arrest her.
Hello, Mrs. Pankhurst.
- Good luck, Mrs. Pankhurst.
- Thank you.
Well done!
My friends,
in spite of His Majesty's Government,
I am here tonight.
I know the sacrifice
you have made to be here.
Many of you, I know, are estranged
from the lives you once had.
Yet, I feel your spirit tonight.
For 50 years,
we have labored peacefully
to secure the vote for women.
- We've been ridiculed, battered and ignored.
- Yes.
Now we have realized
that deeds and sacrifice
must be the order of the day.
Yeah!
We are fighting for a time
in which every little
girl born into the world
will have an equal
chance with her brothers.
Never underestimate the power we women have
- to define our own destinies.
- Yes!
We do not want to be lawbreakers.
We want to be lawmakers.
Be militant, each of you in your own way.
Those of you who can
break windows, break them.
Those of you who can further
attack the sacred idol of property,
do so.
We have been left with no alternative
but to defy this government.
If we must go to prison to obtain the vote,
let it be the windows of government,
not the bodies of women
which shall be broken.
Around the back, Maud. Around the back.
I incite this meeting
and all the women in Britain to rebellion.
I would rather be a rebel than a slave.
Don't let Mrs. Pankhurst be arrested!
No surrender!
- Edith.
- Mrs. P.
Dear Emily.
This is Mrs. Watts, Mrs. Pankhurst.
- Maud.
- Thank you, Maud.
Never surrender. Never give up the fight.
Don't! Let go of me!
Don't bother arresting them.
Let their husbands deal with them.
Drop them at their front doors.
Sonny, I'm sorry.
I took you on, Maud.
I thought I could straighten you out.
What if you don't need to?
You're a mother, Maud.
You're a wife. My wife.
That's what you're meant to be.
I'm not just that anymore.
Sonny! Sonny! What are you doing?
Sonny! Son... Sonny, let... What...
Sonny! Sonny!
- Get out!
- Sonny!
Let me see George! Sonny?
Let me see George. Sonny.
Sonny!
Let me in! I wanna see George!
Sonny!
Hey! You're a disgrace!
Right.
This is it.
Two and six a week.
Make it two and
four. The union will pay.
Go on then.
I'll get you some blankets
and clothes from the WSPU jumble.
They collect stuff for women who...
I'm sorry.
No, no, no, no, no.
Don't cry.
It aggravates them more if
they see it hasn't touched you.
So you practice now with me.
Do it, Maud.
And God shall wipe away all their tears.
And there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying.
Neither shall there be any more pain.
For the former things are passed away.
Two and four a week and a bed
of bleeding nails.
Sweet dreams, Maudie.
So Mrs. Pankhurst
is briefly out of hiding.
Gentlemen, this is a deliberate escalation
of which the government cannot accept.
Who knows what they will do next.
They've been given orders to be ready.
The East London branch, in
particular, is to mobilize.
Should we even be taking
these threats seriously?
I would not underestimate the threat.
Neither would the prime minister.
If it's to be tackled,
we need to get closer in.
I hope to track down those
still open to persuasion
and have them infiltrate
and inform on the others.
We've identified weaknesses in their ranks.
We're hoping one of them will break.
So I'm going to release these to the press.
Here. Maud. You seen yourself?
The shame of it.
"Mrs. Pankhurst's Undesirables."
It's not a bad photograph, though. I
might cut it out. Put it on me wall.
I want you out, Maud.
After everything I've done for you.
And how I've paid for it.
Mr. Taylor.
What are you lookin' at?
Call the police!
Come back, Maud!
You'll walk free out of here, today.
In return, you'll help me.
There is information you'll pass to me.
Anything you know, anything you hear,
even if it's only a snippet or a piece
of conversation that's of interest.
Look at me.
He deserved it.
- If I told you...
- And do you think anyone listens to a girl like you?
That anyone cares? They don't.
You're nothing in the world.
I grew up with girls like you, Maud.
People who sacrificed life
for revenge and a cause.
I know you.
And so do they.
They know how to draw on girls like you.
Girls with no money, no prospects,
who want things to be better.
They pimp and they preen and they fluff you
and they tell you you are the
foot soldiers of the cause.
But you're only fodder...
for a battle none of you can win.
I'm offering you a lifeline.
Take it.
Before it is too late.
Come on, George.
George, you're scuffing
your shoes doin' that!
What's the matter with you?
What would your mother say? Eh?
George!
What am I going to do with ya?
Come on.
Maud?
I thought you wouldn't come today.
March on.
- So...
- Next time, get his left hand and all.
It was an accident.
Now, ladies, I ask you to
remain vigilant while coming and going.
Uh, we know we're being watched.
But hopefully, they will
not expect to find us here.
I recognized the militant
path may not be for all of you,
but, well, all I ask is for
you to make your decision now.
Anyone who doesn't want to stay may leave.
I need only those who can
give their full commitment.
There will be no judgment.
Good. We can begin.
Violet, the map, please.
Now...
I have marked up a map.
The pillar boxes are red.
The telegraph wires are green.
We shall cut into the
heart of communications.
But remember, it is vital that no
life is harmed during your activities.
We shall start early, before dawn.
That way the streets should be deserted.
Everyone take a list of the locations.
Memorize them, then burn them.
We don't want them falling
into the wrong hands, do we?
You're it.
George. George.
George.
Shh, shh.
Mmm, darling.
How slow. Georgie,
you can run faster than that.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Run, run, run.
- No!
- That's it.
Come here.
Unbelievable, you.
- Who dressed you this morning?
- Dad.
Dad.
You still got your nightshirt on.
When you coming home?
I don't know.
Have you done
something very bad, Mama?
Don't think so. I just can't
come home at the moment.
Is it because of your sickness?
Dad says you're not well in the head.
That's not true, George.
Go on.
Here you are.
That's for today.
That's for tomorrow.
And that's to save till I
see you next. Off you go.
George. Come inside.
- Don't take him again, Maud.
- Let me see him. Please.
Trust you with him?
After what you did to Taylor?
What did Taylor do to me, Sonny? For years.
George belongs to me.
The law says he's mine, Maud.
Where he belongs is up to me.
That's the law.
Dear Mr. Steed.
I thought about your offer,
and I have to say no.
You see, I am a
suffragette after all.
You tell me no one
listens to girls like me.
Well, I can't have that anymore.
All my life I've been respectful,
done what men told me.
I know better now.
I'm worth no more, no less than you.
Mrs. Pankhurst said,
"If it's right for men to
fight for their freedom,
then it's right for women
to fight for theirs."
George, back to bed.
If the laws
says I can't see my son,
I will fight to change that law.
We're both foot
soldiers in our own way.
- Come on, Maud.
- Everyone, find a partner.
Both fighting for our cause.
- Maud.
- I'm all right.
You have to participate
if you want to change
the way the world is run.
- Hyah!
- Ohh!
Jolly good.
All right, Maudie.
I won't betray mine.
Would you betray yours?
If you thought I would,
you were wrong about me.
Yours sincerely,
Maud Watts.
Another explosion at Cadogan Square.
It's happening all over London,
sir. And telegraph wires cut.
Miss Withers was seen in the vicinity.
You get a warrant.
Morning.
Inspector.
That's a lot of
worming tablets, Mr. Ellyn.
- One of life's great parasites, Inspector Steed.
- Is your wife in?
- Edith!
- Just concluding a treatment.
I can go through.
Uh, mastitis.
See you on Friday.
You're a wet nurse now, eh, Miss Withers?
Shall we get this over with?
You've searched before and found
nothing, but I'm happy to comply again.
You're a very clever woman, Mrs. Ellyn. I'll
give you that, the way you seduce these women.
Draw them in, train them in destruction.
You're under arrest, Miss Withers.
I'd advise you not to struggle.
- Take her out.
- Get off!
Come on.
Get off! Get off me!
I'd advise you not
to struggle. Take her out.
- Am I also to be arrested?
- No!
Not today, Mrs. Ellyn.
No! No!
Let go of me! Oh! Oh!
Miss Withers will
get six months at least.
I could do a few weeks, Edith, but...
What are you saying?
This isn't the time to stand down.
No, we push on. Capitalize
on press interest.
The press do nothing but scorn and mock us.
They scorn and mock us
because they feel our threat.
- Mrs. Haughton.
- Ladies.
Have you got the information I asked for?
Lloyd George's summerhouse
is not yet completed.
He was complaining about it
at dinner just the other night.
It's being built next to the
golf course at Walton-on-the-Hill,
paid for by the owner of
the News of the World.
Valuable information. Thank you.
Edith, come here.
Mrs. Watts, how is your son?
It's his birthday tomorrow.
I'm so sorry for you.
I trusted my husband and this government.
I was wrong.
- I have to go.
- I don't have the strength.
Please, just listen to me, Edith.
A minister's home? That's going too far.
Why too far?
It's unoccupied. It is
empty. No one will be harmed.
Your commitment, Edith. I always knew you'd
take it as far as it must go, but this...
- Mrs. Pankhurst, she asked us...
- Mrs. Pankhurst asked too much.
Violet. Vi!
Listen, you can't do this.
You can't bring me into
this and then just leave me.
I'm sorry, Maud, but I can't. I'm...
Not now.
- Oh, Vi.
- I can't take care of the ones I got.
Oh.
When are you due?
Summer.
Oh, Maud, I'm so sorry.
I just want to wish him happy birthday.
At least let me do that.
Not now.
Sonny.
- Sonny.
- Don't.
- You can't...
- You're too late.
This is Mr. and Mrs. Drayton.
They're taking George.
What are you talking about?
Adopting him.
- Sonny...
- We have a very nice home, with a garden...
and all that he'll need.
- No. George...
- I can't look after him, Maud.
- Sonny, please.
- I can't be a mother to him.
We have no family, Maud. No one
to take him. I can't do it all.
- Mrs. Garston won't take him. No one around here will.
- Sonny, just let me...
- George...
- We've been cast out, Maud. We've been cast out.
Georgie, come here. Come here. Come here.
Say your good-byes and then let him go.
Open your present.
Georgie...
your mother's name is Maud Watts.
Don't forget that name...
'cause I will be waiting
for you to find me.
Will you find me, George?
Don't forget it.
- Come on.
- No. No. No!
- Come on, George.
- No. No.
- Let him... Take him.
- Mama.
No. Darling. No.
Sonny... Ohh!
- Mama.
- Sonny! No!
- What have you done?
- Maud, it's for the best.
What have you done?
- Shush!
- What have you done?
- It's for the best.
- What have you done?
- No! No!
- Maud!
What have you done, Sonny?
- What have you done?
- Maud...
What have you done?
- Can I help you with that?
- No, I can do it.
So Violet will not be joining us anymore?
No. She questioned our strategy.
Our friends are there to challenge us.
To keep the balances and checks, Edith.
- No, no. They're can be no doubting.
- The movement is divided now.
Even Sylvia Pankhurst is opposed to her
mother and her sister's militant strategy.
The only way is forward.
And what if you blow yourself
up with one of those damn things?
What happens to your damn cause then?
- Emily.
- Are you all right?
Maud!
Hugh, go.
Mrs. Watts.
Come with us, please. You're under arrest.
When women attack the home
of... of a government minister,
we have reached a state of
anarchy we can no longer ignore.
This has to stop.
The press can only be tamed so long.
They grow more and more
interested in these damn women
while we in government must
try to quash every new story.
Pankhurst claims responsibility
for the bombing and faces prison
while the real culprits go free.
She going to milk every ounce
of attention she can in prison.
We've made some key arrests.
Punish those responsible
in whatever way you can.
You women cleaned yourselves up well.
Couldn't find a scrap of
dynamite on any of you.
- Then why am I here?
- Oh, you'll be charged.
For illegal meetings if for nothing else.
You know there was a housekeeper on
her way back when the bomb went off?
She forgot her gloves.
If she was two minutes later,
what would that have done for your cause?
Violence doesn't discern!
It takes the innocent and the guilty!
What gives you the right to
put that woman's life at risk?
What gave you the right to
stand in the middle of a riot
and watch women beaten and do nothing?
- You're a hypocrite.
- I uphold the law.
The law means nothing. I've
had no say in making the law.
That's an excuse. It's all we have.
We break windows, we burn things,
'cause war is the only
language men listen to.
'Cause you've beaten us and betrayed
us, and there's nothing else left.
And there's nothing left but to stop you.
What are you gonna do? Lock us all up?
We're in every home. We're half the
human race. You can't stop us all.
You might lose your
life before this is over.
And we will win.
Sylvia, can you hear me?
Five days. Will you eat now?
No!
No!
Hold her still.
No! No!
No!
Treatment of them grows
increasingly barbaric, sir.
What is the alternative?
They will not hold us to
ransom with their threats.
The fear is they won't break, sir.
If one of them dies, we'll have blood on
our hands and they'll have their martyr.
That must not happen.
Or Mrs. Pankhurst will have won.
- Hello, Edith.
- Maud.
- Maud, can I drive you?
- Best not.
I've left you bedding at the
church. The union will send you word.
Emily.
- Maud?
- Violet.
I heard you were sleeping here.
It's only bread and a
bit of broth. That's all.
A little at a time.
Your tummy will be sore
what you've been through.
Whatever you're planning
next, you be careful.
You get caught again, you'll
see two years inside at least.
- Maybe longer.
- Violet.
Maybe worse.
Oh.
Little monkey.
George used to kick me until night.
How's Maggie?
Working every hour God
sends down at the laundry.
She's the only one who can
bring in a proper wage now.
Now, come on. You eat something.
- When did they raid?
- First thing this morning. Six arrests.
Edith, what are you doing
here? You're not well.
There will be a vigil for Mrs.
Pankhurst tonight at Westminster Abbey.
She's not going to last
this time in prison, Maud.
- The king must pardon her.
- He's not going to pardon her, Emily.
- Then we got to make him.
- How, when the government silences the press?
Look, one column on the bombing.
How do we make ourselves heard?
One just has to gather one's strength.
If it is the world's attention
that we must capture...
We take it straight to the king.
Do something he can't ignore.
Edith, you're too weak to
face another prison sentence.
Oh, nonsense, Hugh.
- Maud, please.
- She's right.
Every violent assault weakens
her. Her heart cannot take it.
Maud.
He's at the Derby on Wednesday.
The king is to attend.
There will be thousands there.
You'll be stopped before
you get through the gates.
In those crowds, we'll go unnoticed.
We will raise our flag in
front of the world's cameras.
The king's horse...
Will be third in the parade ring.
- Done.
- The eyes of the world upon us.
Maud, no matter the risk, we must not fail.
I want you to have this.
Edith gave it to me.
It has been an inspiration
to a great many of us.
Thank you.
So...
tomorrow then?
Tomorrow.
Here's the latest from
surveillance, sir. Miss Maud Watts.
She's sleeping in St. Paul's church.
Hugh,
we ready?
I just need two milligrams of the
cold salt tincture, if you please.
Could you not have finished
the orders last night?
What did you say?
Cold salt... Hugh?
Hugh? Hugh!
- Let me out.
- I can't.
- What do you mean? What do you mean?
- I'm sorry.
You've given enough.
Now we're going to be late. Let me out.
Please, let me out!
Your heart won't take it, Edith.
I can't let you out. I'm sorry.
Keep to the left, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, to the left, please.
Please have your tickets ready.
Please have your tickets
ready, ladies and gentlemen.
Where's Edith?
She wasn't at the station.
- Tickets, please!
- Miss?
Would you like to take the next
turnstile? The queue's much shorter.
Ta.
- Your Majesty!
- Your Majesty!
There he is.
Your Majesty!
There's the king.
- Your Majesty!
- Please, over here!
Now.
- Your Majesty!
- Please, over here!
Majesty!
Over here!
Your Majesty!
Sorry, miss. It's green
badges to enter the paddock.
Can I help you?
Thank you very much, sir.
Sorry.
We will find another way.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Thank you.
- Let the gentleman through, please.
- Excuse me.
Follow me.
Sorry, sir. Sorry.
Emily.
Emily.
Excuse me.
Pardon. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
Excuse me. Emily.
Emily.
Never surrender. Never give up the fight.
Emily!
Emily!
Maggie!
Maggie. Come on, darling.
Come on, Maggie. Let's go.
- What are you doing, Mrs. Watts?
- Let's go.
- Where are you taking me?
- Oi!
Halt!
Sorry. Sorry.
Get back to work!
Ellen, I'll get the door myself!
Maud.
This is Maggie, Violet's daughter.
She can launder and sew.
She does the best collar
starching, and she can clean.
Come in, Maggie.
Be good. Don't talk back.
Maud.
Come in, Maggie. I'm Mrs. Haughton.
"The woman wanderer goes
forth to seek the land of freedom.
'How am I to get there?'
Reason answers,
'There is one way, and one way only.
Down the banks of labor,
through the waters of suffering.
There is no other.'
The woman,
having discarded all to which
she'd formerly clung, cries out,
'For what do I go to this far land
which no one has ever reached?
I am alone. I'm utterly alone.'"
It's in every paper.
They say thousands will line the streets.
We go on, Edith.
You taught me that.
You want to take that?
- Daisy.
- Thank you.
It's almost 1:00, Maggie. Get
your gloves and help Mrs. Ellen.
"And Reason said to her,
'Silence. What do you hear?'
And she said, 'I hear
the sound of feet.
A thousand times, ten thousands and thousands
of thousands, and they beat this way.'
'They are the feet of those
that shall follow you.
Lead on.'"