The Duchess of Duke Street (1976–1977): Season 1, Episode 13 - One Night's Grace - full transcript

All are intrigued when an attractive young lady asks to see Lord Haslemere -- who is she, what does she want, and more to the point, what is she after?

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!

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 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?

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.

Now, Kipps, what
the devil is going on?

If this is one of your
little games, I promise...

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.

And 2 and 2 make 5,
Master Charlie.

Come in.

Oh, excuse me, miss.

I didn't know
you was here.

I come to turn down
the bed.

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?

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?

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 caill??

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?

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!

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!

Charlie.

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.

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.

All right.
All right.

Don't wake the dead.

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!

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?

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!

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...

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?

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?

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