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- Well, this is all your fault, Remy. - No, it's yours.

Oh, yeah, well, whose idea was it to stow away in the first place?

How was I to know they'd search the lifeboats the first night out?

All I know is this is a hell of a way to get to Europe.

Look on the bright side,

we'll be the fittest recruits ever to enlist in the Belgian army.

Yeah, if we don't die of exhaustion first.

You wanted to get out of Mexico, didn't you?

And you wanted to go to London and you said that...

Hey, wait a minute. I know that dress.

Henrietta!

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Yeah, yeah. I'm Indy

I met you on the dock at Veracruz.

I'm sorry. I'm not acquainted with any deckhands.

Indy!

We are on our way to fight a war, and war and women never mix.

Here we are.

Now what?

Now, we get ourselves a ride to Dublin. Come on.

Well, this is certainly more colorful than Mexico.

That's for sure. Well, we made it.

Welcome to Great Britain, Indiana.

- I thought this was Ireland? - It is.

An ancient part of the United Kingdom. Rule, Britannia!

So do we enlist here?

No. For that we go to London with the ferry.

It's only a few hours.

Look, Remy, I don't mean to be a sourpuss,

but we've got no money for the tickets.

Money? We'll get a job.

And in one or two weeks at the most, we'll be in England. You'll see.

- What kind of a job? - What does it matter?

We are in Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty

Oh, well, maybe a few days here won't be so bad.

Bring back the empties. Quick, now.

Gonna fight for Catholic Belgium, all right.

But you won't fight for Catholic Ireland.

You're a bloody Fenian.

Out!

Out!

- They're all traitors to Ireland! - Out!

Bloody Fenian.

- Did you spill any? - What? Oh, no.

- Excellent performance. - What's a Fenian?

A Fenian is an Irish Republican.

- Jones. - Careful. Mind you don't spill any.

Or you'll end up like the last barman here.

- The last barman? - Joined the army.

- Where he got blown to smithereens. - Jones!

Milk.

Coffee.

Bread.

The biggest loaf of bread you can find.

Butter. Meat.

- I must have some meat. - What kind?

Any kind. I don't care.

Ham would be nice.

- Two shillings? That's not enough. - That's all we can afford.

Gotta take it easy or we'll never get out of here.

- See you later. - And eggs? Bring back some eggs.

Pardon me. Is this seat taken?

There. Didn't I say he had to be an American?

How did you know?

Why, from your beautiful hat.

- Do you mind if I join you? - I suppose we do.

Sean, don't be such a grouch. You're more than welcome.

Thank you.

- I'm Indiana Jones. - I'm Maggie Lemass.

Well, Maggie...

And this is my friend, Nuala, and this is my brother, Sean.

Hi.

Don't pay him any mind, Mr. Indiana.

- Indy. - He's in an awful black mood today.

- Maggie, shut up. - I will not.

How long have you been in Ireland, Mr. Indy?

Well, it's Indy. Just Indy.

How long have you been in Ireland, Indy?

Not long. You see, I'm kind of on a world tour.

- A world tour? - Yeah.

Sure, he's one of them American millionaires.

- Well, you see, I... - Yes, sir?

- A pot of tea, please. - Tea for one, is it?

We've just finished ours.

But we wouldn't say no to another cup.

- Make that tea for four, please. - And some cakes, sir?

The cream cakes here are just grand.

- And some cakes, please. - Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

How many countries have you visited?

Well, most of Europe, then Africa, India, China.

Isn't that where all the little boys wear pigtails?

Well, not just the boys, the men, too.

Holy Mary.

And then just before coming here, I was in Mexico.

- Mexico? - Yeah.

I thought there's a revolution going on there?

Well, there is. I took part in it.

- Rode with Pancho Villa. - Pancho Villa? Really?

Well, yeah. He's a great guy. We're buddies.

What's their program?

Program?

Their revolutionary aims?

Well, it's kind of complicated. Mostly to do with land.

And their freedom?

Well, obviously, but the thing is...

Now, tea for four.

- That's fine. Thank you. - And some cakes.

Oh, we couldn't.

Haven't we had more than enough already?

- Yeah. No, then we'II... - Well...

Perhaps just one of the little cream ones.

And a chocolate �clair, if you're twisting me arm.

And a couple of the little custardy ones with the twiddles on top.

And the yellow one with slices of mixed fruit inside.

So, eat up.

Thanks for the wonderful tea.

- You're welcome. - It was grand.

That's a funny-looking army. They don't even have guns.

Well, they're just the Irish Volunteers or else the Citizen Army.

What? Some kind of National Guard?

No, they're Fenians.

They tried to overthrow the British rule.

- Really? - Sure, nobody takes any notice.

They're silly fellas, a joke.

But don't tell Sean I said so.

- Maggie! - Just a minute.

- Will I see you again? - Yeah, yeah. I hope so.

There's a matinee at the Tivoli Theatre tomorrow.

- I'll be there. - Grand.

- Maggie? - Coming.

- I'll see you tomorrow, Indy. - Okay.

Bye.

All of it. The two whole shillings?

I couldn't help it. There was this girl.

- She was so pretty. - But I'm starving.

I did save you this.

- I need some real food. - I know.

We'll have to get some more money.

Come on. Get dressed. Let's go to work.

Girls.

Sorry I'm late.

My, so many important meetings.

Hurry up. We've already missed the beginning.

When your sweet, lilting laughter's like some fairy song...

What's up?

You didn't say your brother was coming too.

You should laugh all the while

And all other times smile

And now, smile a smile for me

All together now.

When Irish eyes are smiling

Sure, it's like a morn in spring

In the lilt of Irish laughter

You can hear the angels sing

When Irish hearts are happy

All the world seems bright and gay

Come on Sean, sing.

And when Irish eyes are smiling

Sure, they steal your heart away

That was grand. Thanks for taking us.

My pleasure.

What will we do now?

There's a dear little tea shop around the corner.

- Oh, I'm sorry. But I really have to go. - Really?

Yeah, I've got an appointment. Business. It's real important.

- What a shame. - Yeah. Yeah, well, that's business...

I guess.

- But I'll see you again. - Promise?

Promise. Bye.

Such a good-looking fella.

And so free with his money.

Wouldn't you be if you were an American millionaire?

Can I take that?

Bring another ginger beer

and pour me a shandy in a couple of minutes.

When Irish hearts are happy...

Where did you hear that?

- At the theater. - Oh, do you mean the musical?

I guess.

And, sure, wasn't it sung by a brat of a boy

with a bunch of shamrock in his coat and a shillelagh in his hand

and didn't he wish you a top of the mornin', a top of the mornin'.

- What's wrong with that? - Everything.

- Why? - Because it's a phony and a lie.

It's the kind of thing that makes us a laughingstock.

Look at the Irish. Aren't they a scream?

- Well, gee, I just... - Makes my blood boil.

- Why? Because you're a writer? - Because I'm an Irishman.

Maybe a writer, too.

So you like the theater?

- Well, yeah. - Do you go much?

Well, not as much as I'd like to.

Meet me outside tomorrow at 3:00, I'll take you to the Abbey.

The Abbey? What is it? Is that some kind of a church?

No. Some might think so, but, no, it's a theater.

Our theater.

Thanks. I'd like that.

Get along. And don't forget those drinks.

I won't. Thanks.

No use leaving it out for every stranger to look at.

There she is, Father.

I'd sooner a stranger not come to the house the night before the wedding.

Open the door, Mike, and don't keep the poor woman waiting.

- God save all here. - God save you kindly.

- You have good shelter here. - Who is she?

The old woman? Cathleen ni Houlihan.

In other words, Ireland. It's symbolic, you see.

- Yes, prompt. - Sit down.

Sit down by the fire there and welcome.

There's a hard wind outside.

Have you traveled far today?

I have traveled far, very far.

There are few who have traveled as far as myself.

Was it much land they took from you?

My four beautiful green fields.

Four provinces of Ireland taken by the English.

Tell me something I can do for you?

Tell me something I can do for you?

You're not making sense.

Speak clearly and with imagination.

No unnecessary movement.

Who is that?

His Nibs. The man himself.

Director of the Abbey. Poet and playwright.

Mr. William Butler Yeats.

They'll be alive forever...

They'll be spoken forever...

The people will hear them forever...

Anyone for tea?

Notes in the green room, please.

- Is that Sean O'Casey? - It is, sir.

I shall be pleased to see you, Mr. O'Casey

after I've spoken with the actors.

Thank you, sir.

What does he want to talk to you about?

My play.

Your play is challenging, Mr. O'Casey.

You have a gift for characterization.

I do not think, however, it is suitable for the stage of our national theater.

- You don't? - It's too prolix.

Too discursive and to my mind, too realistic.

Too realistic.

Well, your hero, Jack, he's a socialist, is he not?

Political ideas are seldom dramatic.

Even from the brilliant pen of Mr. George Bernard Shaw.

So my play is a failure then?

Yes. But an honorable one.

Pray do not lose heart, Mr. O'Casey.

I shall be pleased to see more of your work.

Indeed, I look forward to it.

Yes. A definite gift for characterization.

Thank you for allowing me to see it.

Thank you for reading it, sir.

And how did you find rehearsals?

The play is fine.

And Mr. Jones?

I agree with Sean. I like it.

- It came to me in a dream, you know. - Really?

Dream, almost as distinct as a vision.

As if from an invisible world.

I believe poetical drama has no need of realistic setting

but only that which is legendary.

- You mean, symbolic? - Exactly so.

Poetical. Legendary.

Airy-fairy. Oh, bollocks.

- He said he liked your play. - He did not.

He said it was challenging. Challenging!

That's only one step up from interesting.

The last bloody thing any writer wants to hear.

Well, he said the characters were great.

Well, what would he know about it?

With his bloody Celtic dogs and his Brian Borus

and his bloody Cathleen ni Houlihans.

But when did Yeats ever look at a real person,

let alone try and understand one?

"It came to me in a dream."

- Did you really hate his play? - His play is all right.

But it has nothing to do with Ireland now.

It's a piece of ancient history.

I wanna write plays that stink of life. Real life!

I wanna rub people's noses in it,

so maybe they'll get up and do something about it.

No, I wanna...

To hell with it.

And to hell with William Butler bloody Yeats.

- Am I late? - No, no. Not really.

- Hello, Nuala. - Where are we going?

Anywhere, I...

Well, let's not waste a single minute.

- What is she doing here? - Nuala?

Sure, isn't she my very best friend?

Well, yeah, yeah...

And isn't she just dying to hear all about your fine adventures.

- Sure. But I just thought that for once... - Nuala, hurry up.

We want to hear all about it, Indy.

Like, the very beginning. You're not leaving out a single thing.

About all the places you've ever been to.

Cowboys in America, the Indians in India,

- the pygmies in Africa. - What about the men with the pigtails?

Oh yeah, but tell me more what Bree Delap said.

Bree Delap? You know what she said to me.

She came up to me, straight after school...

Indy! Come on into the water. It's gorgeous.

Indy! Come on into the water now.

Come on in.

Jones, let's be having you.

Any sign of those drinks?

Coming.

- Well, if it isn't himself. - Do you know him?

Doesn't everyone?

It's Indiana Jones, the American millionaire.

Ginger beer and shandy.

So, what do you say? Are you with us?

- I say you're idiots. - Do you not want Ireland to be free?

I want a socialist Ireland.

Not an Ireland that'll be taken over by Catholic priests.

Maggie! Maggie, I'd like you to meet my friend, Remy.

Remy, this is Maggie.

- Hello. - How do you do.

And this is Nuala.

I'm happy to meet you Nuala.

Indy has told me so many delightful things about you.

Let's go and find some...

Why did you bring him?

I don't know. I thought they might like each other.

- Where are they going? - I don't care.

- As long as they leave us alone. - What for?

Come on.

When a play is good, it changes you.

Changes the way you look at things, changes the way you think.

- I thought it was supposed to entertain. - It does.

But not in a stupid, mindless way.

Tom Mix or Charlie Chaplin will do that for you and a damn sight better.

- Charlie Chaplin is great. - He is.

A veritable genius in cinema.

But theater, Indy. Theater is live. Which makes it dangerous.

Dangerous?

Not because the scenery will fall down,

but because it's actually happening right here and now, in front of you.

The actors strip themselves naked and that takes guts.

The audience are part of it. They share.

Indy.

It's a ritual, that's very old and very mysterious

and goes right down deep into the roots of our experience.

It has to do with magic.

But when it succeeds the thing happens,

which makes it dangerous. Do you see?

I never thought of it like that.

Then do so now. Because at its greatest, greatest moment,

theater becomes life.

And life becomes theater.

The cinematograph will never do that for you.

Will I join you?

Suit yourself.

- I've got a message for you. - Have you now?

And here we are, prattling on about theater

and how it can inform your life.

Sean, it's important.

If it's about the Citizen Army,

you can tell the boys down at Liberty Hall.

I've resigned.

Can we get some work done around here?

Oh, I've got a message for you, too.

Maggie says, would you like to come swimming tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah. I'd like that.

- Did you tell her? - About you working here?

Nah. I wouldn't like to dispel her fine illusions.

I'm leaving that to you.

So, it's London next you're after.

Yeah. As soon as I can buy a ticket for the ferry,

I'm gonna join the Belgian army.

And why would you want to be doing a foolish thing like that?

Because this war has to be fought.

Above all, it has to be won. The alternative is unthinkable.

You're mad.

And why am I mad?

Don't you realize that it's the wrong war?

Oh, that's right. Maggie said you're a Fenian.

What's so funny about that?

Well, Ireland's already got Home Rule. British Parliament passed it.

As soon as the war is over you'll be free to govern yourselves.

Govern ourselves?

And we'd still have to swear allegiance

to the English king and everything that means.

And that's so bad?

You're an American and you can ask me that?

Well, what about the Protestant loyalists in the north?

Protestant, Catholic, north, south. It doesn't matter.

We're all Irishmen, that's what counts.

Well, suppose they don't agree?

Suppose they want to stay with England?

Well, then, by God, we'll fight them too.

Ireland must be free and the only way is the republic.

That's what I'm willing to fight for and die for if I must.

- Yeah. Now, you're the one who's mad. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Says who?

Says me.

And now Sean's up again.

- Listen, you're just a school kid. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - But it's better than being a birdbrain.

- Yeah. Who's a birdbrain? - You are.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Well, for one thing... - Come on in and get yourselves wet.

- We're leaving. - But Sean...

- I said we're leaving. Come on. - I haven't done my laps yet.

Now, will you go away and give my head peace.

But I say we need you.

But I say you're mad. All of you.

Look, you can't just desert us like that.

Whatever you idiots are up to,

I don't want to know about it.

Sean! Sean!

You're not going to stop me from seeing her.

Try it.

Just so you know.

Stay away from my sister or you'll get a poke in the eye.

But the nuns are so terribly strict.

They say powder and rouge are sinful.

But I don't agree. Sure, it's only for a school play anyway.

- Have you a penny, sir? - I went up to Betty after school...

It was the Monday, was it? No, that's right. It was the Tuesday...

- Because Betty was after telling me... - Thank you, sir.

Nuala, would you ever wipe your...

Do you remember that squinty-eyed boy, Michael Fogarty?

And you? What about, sir?

Well, he went to America and he didn't get rich.

His ma told my ma that he'd worked every day...

Thank you.

The Fogartys are often...

...Nell Murphy by the scruff of her neck,

screaming to the fullness of her lung capacity...

Oh, look.

Oh, would you look at the color of it. It's right gorgeous, Nuala.

What do you think? Indy!

Indy, look at the little hat. Isn't it to die?

Can't you just see me in it?

Look at the detail, isn't it divine?

Must be the very latest thing.

Wasn't the hat just grand?

And there's so many people. Sure, there'll be maids.

The ladies all dressed so fine with the big houses and the servants

and riding around in their shiny new motor cars.

And there are places where they sell nothing but ice cream.

Ice cream parlors.

Any flavor you like? Chocolate?

Chocolate and strawberry, both at the same time.

Sure, it'd be enough reason to go meself.

What do you fancy, Nuala? Do you fancy a cup of tea?

Well, goodnight, ladies.

- Don't say you're going. - I have to work.

Another important business meeting?

Well, no, actually it's...

But it'll be something exciting.

- Well, it's more like I have... - I know.

A surprise.

Listen, Maggie, there's something you need to know.

I'm not a millionaire. I'm a waiter at Rooney's pub.

- You're what? - I'm a waiter at Rooney's pub.

I serve drinks and then I collect empty glasses

and then I wash them.

When I've saved up for the ferry, I'm on my way.

Good night, ladies.

Indy...

I am never, ever going to see you again.

Guess not.

Well, giving himself airs

and all along he wasn't nothing but a chancer.

Such a lovely-looking fella.

I warned you, didn't I?

So?

Come on.

They're going to fight.

Come, on lads, we can't miss this.

- What is it, mate? - They're going to fight.

Close the doors.

Settle down now, lads. Settle down.

- Put 'em up. - After you, sir.

- Put 'em up. - Listen, Sean.

Would you wait a minute?

Don't ever see Maggie again.

I wouldn't if you paid me.

So my sister isn't good enough for you.

She's a stupid kid.

All she thinks about is cream cakes and stupid dresses.

Be gone, right now!

Why are we doing this?

I forget.

Here's to the unpredictability of life.

Sean, Sean, what I said about Maggie, I...

Not at all. I've had to listen to her chatter all me life.

Come on, Indy.

- I'll race you to those trees. - Right.

...and straight into the back of the net. - Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

I've got the ferry tickets.

So, you're off to London, then?

Well, yeah. First thing in the morning.

And we have two shillings left over. London, here we come.

- Well, I wish you the best of luck. - Thanks.

- You take care. - Yeah.

- What time does the boat leave? - First thing in the morning.

- You pleased to be going? - Aren't you?

- Well, yeah, but... - Hey, what's that?

Come on. Come on!

Something's going on at the post office.

Irish men and Irish women!

In the name of God.

And of the dead generations from which she receives

her old tradition of nationhood,

summons her children to her flag and strikes for freedom.

- What's going on here? - How should I know?

Some kind of foolishness.

They'll not be wanting postage stamps, that's for sure.

If you ask me, something's up.

On an Easter Monday. Don't be joking.

We hereby proclaim the Irish Republic

as a sovereign, independent state.

In this supreme hour,

the Irish nation must, by its valor and discipline,

prove itself worthy of the august destiny to which it is called.

God save Ireland!

- Move along. - Go on home.

Here we go.

- Move along. - I'm not moving on.

I'm a peaceful man.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

They barricaded themselves in the post office.

Come this way, ma'am, it's safer. Come on.

Indy, I don't understand this. Is it a kind of joke?

Joke? I wish to God it was.

But that's crazy.

- How can they hope to win? - They're not looking to win.

What they're looking for is a glorious defeat.

- Then they are insane. - Are they?

Ireland's always needed her martyrs.

A blood sacrifice, that's what they're offering.

Where life for one moment becomes theater.

He understands.

- Please! Sean. - Maggie, please go home.

Please, they'll kill all of you. You can't do it.

Maggie, don't. This is Ireland's big moment.

I must be a part of it.

Did youse hear?

The rebels have taken over the Four Courts,

Jacob's Factory and Boland's Mills.

They're digging trenches up Stephen's Green.

Me God. They'll be fighting any minute.

If it's fighting they're after, why don't they go to France?

Listen. It's started.

I'm off.

Take cover!

Papa!

Maggie!

Get down!

- We've got to get to the GPO. - Are you out of your mind?

We've got to! Sean's there.

Quickly. All of you. Move to the roof. Take those fire bombs with you.

Get down!

Move on.

Get him inside. Quick.

Fire to the right, there.

- You crazy? You'll get killed. - Let me go!

- No! - Get away from here.

Do you hear? Get away.

Come on.

Over here!

Here we go.

Make way! Make way! More shells over here.

Round! Get around, this way. Come on.

Fire!

They'll never hold out against their artillery. Won't be long now.

Take cover.

Fire!

Thanks.

- Maggie, you gotta eat. - Can't.

Sean's dead. I know it.

Come on. It's okay.

Go to hell, the lot of you.

It stopped.

The rebels have given up. They're surrendering.

Where is he? I can't see him.

Sean!

Sean! Sean!

Sean!

- Maggie! - Sean, it's me! It's me!

Ready! Arms!

Take aim!

Fire!

Cup of tea, Miss?

No. No, thank you.

Bad business.

George?

Would you like to go with the guard?

Sean.

Don't, Maggie. Don't.

Sit yourself down.

Thanks for bringing her.

How many have they executed?

It's hard to tell. They're just rumors.

Pearse, Clark, MacDonagh?

Who else?

Who else?

MacBride, Plunkett.

Fourteen, I think?

A lot of civilians and soldiers were killed in the fighting.

What are they saying in the streets?

- Do the people still hate us? - No.

They say you're brave fellas. Patriots.

Is that true?

Since the surrender, everything's changed.

The British have botched it, you're heroes now.

It was worth it, then.

After all...

Well...

- You'll be leaving then? - Tomorrow.

To join the British army?

Belgian army.

Well,

I've fought my war anyway.

God bless, Indy.

God bless you, Sean.

It's a boss's war you're fighting.

You're going to be killed in the name of capitalist gain.

We'll try not to.

To hell with you.

Good luck.

Will you be coming back?

I hope so.

Better take a good look, then.

Because you'll never recognize her.

Old Ireland's changed.

You know, Remy, you were right.

Women and war just don't mix.

It depends.

Nuala was very charming.

Yeah, but I thought I was in love.

That wasn't love, that was merely infatuation.

- How do you tell the difference? - Time will teach you.

Infatuation just distracts you immediately.

It hits you between the eyes.

But it passes as quickly as it comes.

- And love? - Love.

Love is a tender plant.

It has to be nurtured carefully.

At first you may not recognize it,

you may not even like what you see,

but it grows, Indy.

It grows and it blossoms.

All it takes is time.

And now, let us join those delightful-looking young ladies.

Why, I thought you said that we shouldn't...

I didn't say we shouldn't enjoy ourselves.

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may"

and quickly.

The ferry docks in half an hour.

Hello!

Ladies, I would like you to meet my friend, Indiana Jones.

Churchill brings government...

Indy. Fighting amongst themselves. I guess they need us.

Hey, you see that.

Wait until we are in uniform, my boy.

There is not a woman who can resist a uniform.

We will have the pick of every girl in London.

Allez, come on, en avant. Allons.

Look there. It's here.

This is the recruiting office?

What did you expect? Belgium is a small country.

Come on.

Good morning, gentlemen, and what can I do for you?

We want to enlist.

Are you sure it is the Belgian army you wish to join?

Fill in these forms.

Sign here.

You say you're Belgian also?

- And your name is Henri... - Henri Defense.

Henri...

Defense...

Name of father, Henri Defense also.

Name of mother, Anna Jones.

- Your parents are not married? - No...

Anna Jones Defense.

Date of birth, 1891. So you're 25?

No, no, no, no, 22.

I was born in 1894.

Not very many people forget their birthday, monsieur...

Defense.

You're the worst liar I've ever met.

Welcome to the Belgian army. Sign here.

All you had to do was to say, "I'm Henry Jones."

"I want to join the Belgian army."

They will take anyone.

English friends...

I give you a toast, Remy Baudouin, Indiana Jones et la Belgique.

Good night.

Indy...

Madame Suzette has invited me

to go up to her apartment for a cup of coffee.

She's a widow. Her husband was killed fighting Germans.

- Bit of luck, huh? - Luck?

Yes. She's been alone for two years.

There is nothing like a widow.

Mr. Indy, will you come and join us for a cup of coffee?

No.

Thank you, madame. I have to go to Oxford to visit my old tutor.

All right. Goodbye.

You need to stay here

and find a nice English widow.

Tell her you joined the army

and that you will be dead within the month

and she'll deny you nothing.

- Excuse me? - Yes.

Would you know if I can get a bus here for Bayswater?

I'm really not sure, ma'am. I know it goes to Paddington Station.

Oh, I say. You're an American, aren't you?

I simply adore Americans.

Do tell me, what are you doing over here?

I've just joined the Belgian army. I'm waiting to be sent to France.

How brave and noble of you.

My husband was at the front but he was killed a month ago.

- Poor darling. - Really?

- I'm so sorry. - Sweet of you to say so.

Is that the bus?

Conductor! Do you go to Bayswater?

- That's right, madam. Step lively there. - Its an awfully dark night.

Those beastly zeppelins are coming over earlier and earlier.

Hold very tight, please.

Any fares, please?

- Please. Do allow me. - Thank you.

One to Bayswater and one to Paddington.

Two ducats please. And you might be interested in reading this.

- Here you go. - Thank you. Well, really...

What is it?

A suffragette meeting. Disgraceful.

Why don't you come?

Wouldn't do you any harm to learn about the problems of real women.

How dare you.

Typical of these Suffragettes.

Always abusing and bullyragging anyone who disagrees with them.

- Even a war widow. - I'm sorry.

- I wish there was something I could do. - How kind you are.

One feels so lost and lonely.

You're so beautiful. I wouldn't think you'd ever be lonely.

Sweet of you to say so.

Listen, I have an idea.

Where did you say you were getting off? Bayswater?

Why don't I get off with you?

I beg your pardon.

I could come home with you.

Maybe have a cup of coffee and then maybe...

You must be mad.

- I don't even know you. - Well, we could soon fix that.

Well, you did say you were lonely.

I have never been so insulted in my life.

Conductor! Stop the bus.

But I could be dead within a month.

Taxi!

Is there anyone up here?

It's you. Would you mind getting off the bus?

Is that a zeppelin?

No, it's a time traveler from the 21st century,

coming to see if you're all right. Come on, move.

You idiot. What are you doing under there?

You're right under the petrol tank.

If ever a bomb hits the bus, you'll blow up like a torch.

Get up at once.

I'm sure glad we didn't take shelter under that bus.

Where's my hat?

- George? - Oh, that was a close one.

Do you think the bus is going to start?

You're not thinking of going on, Miss Vicky, are you?

Yes, of course. The road's passable. We've got to finish our route.

Oh, well. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Come on, everyone.

- Are you all right? - Yes, of course.

If we give up every time a bomb falls anywhere near us,

we're never gonna win the war.

Come on, everyone.

Paddington Station.

Is that a bugle?

It's all right. It's not sounding the call to arms, it's the all-clear.

No more zeppelins tonight?

So, do you always give your passengers such an exciting ride?

Oh, no. They don't all insult lady passengers

and end up on the floor of the bus.

All aboard!

Do you know where this is?

Thank you.

I don't have to tell any of you,

even those of you who don't believe in votes for women,

how much we suffered for the cause.

Prison, forcible feeding...

Serves you right, you silly cows.

That's all right. We didn't do it to impress you, sir.

I tell you now, that battle is not over.

Some people say that while the war is on

we should suspend the struggle.

They say that women should be content

to work as sweated labor as long as it contributes to victory.

But what kind of victory would that be

that uses the starvation of women and children?

What are you doing here?

- You invited me. - I did no such a thing.

You gave this to me.

I call that an invitation.

...after the war.

Even though the men returning from the front are unemployed.

We aren't only fighting for votes for women,

we are fighting for justice and democracy, for everyone.

- If we are to play... - Who is this?

It's Sylvia Pankhurst...

Then it must be on equal terms, both men and women.

My friends,

we demand adult suffrage, not more and certainly not less.

Deeds, not words!

- Can we go now? - No. Be quiet.

...of the East London Federation of Suffragettes,

I would like to call on Maisie Kemp, Maisie,

who is going to talk to us on the important subject

of equal pay for equal work.

- Brothers and sisters... - Sisters?

Blimey, missus, you ain't half got a large family.

Miss Pankhurst has asked me to speak to you today...

Speak up. We can't hear you.

She's asked me to speak to you today because I'm one of those women

who has answered... Who have answered the government's call to work.

Well, why aren't you working, then, you old tart?

We are glad to help with the war efforts

by taking the place in the munitions factory

and at the work bench of our men at the front.

But it is work and we work 'ard.

Work hard.

When a man gives his wife money for housekeeping...

If you was my wife, you'd be lucky to get a penny.

Hey! If you were her husband,

she'd need all the luck she could get.

That's right, that gentleman's right.

And we don't want luck and we don't want charity.

I know of girls what's working in munitions factories, getting wages

half as much as what the men used to get paid for the same job.

Now, that's not right and no one can say that it is.

Equal pay for equal work, that's all we're asking.

Equal pay for equal work!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- I'm impressed. - Glad to hear it.

Maybe we could go to a quiet little place and have tea together.

Well, I normally do take tea after the meetings. Yes.

Great.

Thanks.

- Would you like a biscuit? - No. Thank you.

Do you come to many of these meetings?

When I can. Why? Don't you approve?

I like people who stand up for their rights.

I fought for the peasants in Mexico.

Really? What a busy life you've led.

Well done, well done, Mr...

- Jones. Indiana Jones. - Well done, Mr. Jones.

Mrs. Kemp was rather nervous tonight. She'd never spoken in public before.

But she'll be all right now, thanks to you.

Hello, Vicky.

Don't forget that that piece you're going to write

for the Dreadnought is due in next week.

Yes, of course.

Mr. Jones, you have struck a better blow for freedom

than if you'd spent a whole year in the trenches.

Well, as a matter of fact that...

I joined the Belgian army.

The Belgian army?

What language is that?

You mean your name is Jones, yet you don't speak Welsh?

Well, I didn't.

Well, my mother was Welsh.

And she used to always speak to us in Welsh when we were children.

I'd run out of everything else.

You did pretty well.

My father was a Scotsman, but mostly he spoke medieval English.

Well, my father was a diplomat.

And we used to travel with him when we were children

and he used to always talk to us

in whatever language of the country we were in.

My father felt the same way.

When I was 10, he went round the world giving lectures.

And my mother and I went with him

I'm surprised we never met.

Maybe we did and didn't know it.

We had a terrible time with the camel drivers in Egypt.

So did we. My tutor wouldn't pay what they asked

- and they took us to the pyramids... - And left you there?

That's what they did to us.

The moon is out.

That means no more zeppelins tonight.

- Then, sweetheart... - Are you all right?

- My shoe has come off. - Here. Let me put it back on for you.

Edie, don't make a nuisance of yourself.

That was a horrid fall.

Edie, can't you see you're in the lady's way?

- Come on. - Mom, I want to go home.

Well, you can't, and it wouldn't do you no good

if we did because there ain't nothing to eat.

You don't have any food?

We'll be all right, miss. We don't want to bother nobody.

- We'll be all right. - Wait.

If there's anything we can do...

Just please don't speak kind to me, sir.

Because if you do...

There's a stall over the other side of the park.

- We could get a cup of tea. - That's a good idea.

- Do you want a cup of tea? - And a bun.

I want a bun, too.

Thanks.

My husband joined up a year ago.

He sent me money every week regular as clockwork.

Four weeks ago, it stopped.

I can't pay the rent, miss, that's the trouble.

The landlord says he's gonna turn us out.

I know there's been a lot of casualties where he is.

So you haven't had any money in four weeks?

I went to the Soldiers and Sailors Association yesterday

and they said they'd come and see me tomorrow

so that they might be able to do something.

- But just in case they can't... - Oh, no. Thank you, sir.

I ain't never taken charity and I'm not starting now.

My Tom wouldn't like it.

Charity? No, no. That...

That never entered my mind. I was thinking more of a loan.

Just to tide you over so that you can pay your rent.

I don't know, miss.

Look, the young lady could write down her name and address.

Yes. Yes, of course.

And as soon as you get everything sorted out, you can pay me back.

- Oh, no, sir. That's too much. - Edie! Georgie!

Come on, kids. You're going home.

You got a really nice young gentleman there, miss.

Come on.

Yes.

But he don't half talk funny.

- Well, he's an American. - Oh, well.

That explains it.

Thank heaven you thought of calling it a loan.

My mother taught me when we were in China

that it's very important for people to save face.

Even if they are starving.

- Is this it? - Yeah.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'd like to see you again.

Would you?

- But I have to go to Oxford tomorrow. - Oh.

Well, good night, then.

Good night.

- But I was gonna ask you to go with me. - To Oxford?

Yeah.

I can't. I'm on duty.

Well...

Well, good night, then.

But I get off work at 1:00.

Are you sure Miss Seymour wouldn't mind

having a complete stranger impose on her for the night?

Of course she won't. I told you, I sent her a telegram.

Yes. But she didn't have any time to write back and say, "No, thank you."

She wouldn't do that.

I told her you're a friend of mine.

She's...

It's kind of hard to explain. She's almost family.

Since my mother died, she knows me better than anyone else.

I thought you said she was your tutor.

Yes, but it was more than that.

She taught my father when he went to Oxford.

When we went round the world, she came with us.

I was only 10 years old,

but she treated me like an Oxford University scholar.

And almost everything I know, I owe to her.

I hope she likes me.

Miss Seymour.

This is Miss Prentiss.

- How do you do? - I'm afraid this is a terrible imposition.

Not at all. Do come in.

Henry, I've just received a letter from your father.

Very distressed.

Because you said that you had joined the revolution in Mexico.

So what are you doing here?

I came to join up.

I've never heard anything so ridiculous in my life.

Well, Ned wrote to me from Egypt, he's fighting this war.

And I think I should, too.

Mr. Lawrence is a great deal older than you.

And his country is at war with Germany, yours isn't.

You will go back home and finish your education.

And if America enters the war,

then possibly that will be the time to consider where...

It's too late.

I've joined the Belgian army.

They've accepted me and that's the end of it.

Have you told your father?

What...

No. Not yet.

In that case, you will go into my study, sit down at my desk

and write a letter to your father, telling him what you have done.

- But, Miss Seymour... - This very minute, Henry.

Yes, Miss Seymour.

I'll show you to your room, Miss Prentiss.

And then perhaps you'd like a cup of tea.

Yes, Miss Seymour.

I remember your father very well.

I gave him a sort of crammer's course in Balkan history

so of course he was into Egypt instead.

I've never had much opinion of the Foreign Office.

Thanks.

Henry. Is that the letter?

Yeah.

Give it to me.

I'll see that it's posted.

- Would you like a cup of tea? - Thank you.

I've been invited to a dinner party this evening.

Might be interesting.

Winston Churchill will be there.

- Isn't he in France? - He's on leave, I imagine.

Brilliant mind. Remarkable military strategist.

His judgment is not always sound of course...

Certainly not about women's suffrage.

A great many people were wrong about women's suffrage,

including the suffragettes.

- Oh. - Who's Winston Churchill?

Don't you agree with women's suffrage, Miss Seymour?

I certainly don't believe that throwing stones

and burning down politicians' houses is the right way to prove your fitness

to take part in the government of the country.

Until women did those things and went to prison

and nearly died for their beliefs, no one took any notice.

But was it the right kind of notice?

- My dear young lady... - Please don't call me that.

I'm not a dear young lady, yours or anybody else's

I am a woman and as an intelligent woman

I have a right to vote.

If you don't believe that, then you have no business teaching anyone

history, literature or even how to boil an egg.

That's a very spirited young woman.

- It's all right. I'm packing. - Why?

- Because I was so rude. - She likes you.

No, she can't possibly.

One thing about Miss Seymour, she doesn't shock easily.

She wondered if we'd like to go to the dinner party?

Really?

- Do you want to? - Sure.

I just hope no one mentions women's suffrage.

But in Mr. Asquith's case, I would recommend rather prompter.

My father says you either love him or hate him

- and often both at the same time. ...in the trenches

from German superiority in the air.

We must build more airplanes.

We must have an efficient air ministry.

Personally, I think there should be a general election

on a motion of no confidence in the conduct of the war.

I entirely agree with you.

But if this government continues to deny the vote to soldiers

who are serving in France,

what kind of a democracy would that be?

What kind of a democracy is it now,

when half the population are not allowed to vote

simply because they are women?

I fear that you are using the privilege of charming women everywhere.

And changing the subject.

Well, speaking of changing the subject...

You're talking about the right to vote.

You say that soldiers deserve it, and so they do, but so do women.

My dear young lady,

you are confusing two very different issues.

Well, speaking of different issues...

What absolute tosh. It's exactly the same issue.

- Any one of whatever sex... - Speaking of sex...

...who has no voice in the government of the country

is not a citizen but a slave.

Well...

That is a very spirited young lady.

Miss Seymour, my behavior last night was quite unpardonable.

I was your guest. I was there as your guest

and I embarrassed you.

There's really no excuse except that my mother was a suffragette.

She was put in prison, went on a hunger strike,

was forcibly fed and has been an invalid ever since.

And when I heard Mr. Churchill being so...

So dismissive...

In your place, I would have done exactly the same.

But the trifle?

Do you think Indy will ever forgive me?

Henry was a remarkable boy

and shows every sign of growing up to be a remarkable man.

Well, he certainly has a tremendous respect for you

but I think he thinks quite rightly that I've now let him down.

Good morning, Henry.

- Did Emily see you? - Yes.

I hope you like a four-minute egg. I've told her not to cook any other kind.

- Coffee? - Yes, thank you.

Deeds, not words.

Henry, we're not at the zoo.

On my right is University College.

Yeah, that was my father's college.

I believe it was Shelley's, too.

"Hail to thee, blithe spirit!"

- Ode to the West Wind? - Skylark.

What happened to him?

Shelley? He was drowned off the coast of Italy.

- Can't be too careful. - No, you can't.

I hate the thought of going back to London.

Then why go?

I'm sure Miss Seymour would let us stay another week.

I am due some leave.

And we can visit my parents, they live nearby.

When are you likely to be called up, Mr. Jones?

I'm not sure, sir. I guess any day now.

Presumably you volunteered.

Even though America has not yet entered the war.

And what do your mother and father think of it?

- Well, my mother died three years ago. - I'm so sorry.

I just felt that there was something that was wrong.

That I should get in there and do something about it,

no matter what.

No matter what the cost.

Mother knows all about that.

- Vicky said that you're a suffragette. - Yes.

And that they put you in prison and treated you pretty badly.

They treated her horribly. Much worse than the ordinary prisoners.

But the ordinary prisoners weren't on hunger strike.

- They weren't force-fed either. - Yes, it was pretty bad.

So painful and humiliating.

Being tied down and having a tube forced down your throat.

And the worst thing of all was

hearing the others scream and know it was your turn next.

- How did you get through it? - Well.

It was like fighting a war.

We had a great sense of comradeship

and I thought of my husband, who backed me all the way.

Although it was very damaging to his career,

having a suffragette as a wife.

And I remembered Vicky and I thought it will all be worthwhile

if my girl can have a say in the government of the country,

like any other intelligent human being.

And if I can live the life I want to live.

Within reason.

Quite right.

Oh, good. Tea.

One of these days I'll take you to see the Great Wall of China.

Oh, really?

Sounds like you've mapped my life out for me.

Well...

- Thanks. - I'd...

What?

Do you love me?

The question is, do you love me?

Yes.

I love you.

I love you, too.

"They arrived at Bath. Catherine was all eager delight.

"Her eyes were here, there, everywhere,

"as they approached its fine and striking environs,

"and afterwards drove through those streets

"which conducted them to the hotel.

"She was come to be happy, and she felt happy already."

Indy, it's getting late.

Thank you, Miss Seymour.

I didn't realize how much I needed a holiday.

Please, come and stay anytime.

Thank you.

Henry, do you know when you'll be called up?

Soon, I guess.

Well, let me know. I'll come and see you off.

Excellent, Vicky.

It makes it clear that we're not asking for special terms, only common justice.

Well done.

I wonder though, does it need a more catching title, do you think?

Deeds, not words.

Mr. Jones, isn't it? Good idea. What do you think, Vicky?

Well, I'll think about it.

Good to see you, Mr. Jones.

- Indy. - Remy has our call-up papers.

That's okay. Thank you.

- Well... - Not just yet. Let's...

Don't, Indy.

Don't what?

I know what you're going to say.

Please don't.

You can't possibly...

You're going to ask me to marry you. But please don't.

Why not?

Because I can't.

- I thought that you love me. - I do.

I'll probably never love anybody else as much again,

but I can't marry you.

But why?

Because I want to be a writer. A journalist.

But what's that got to do with... I want to be an archeologist.

But that's exactly my point.

A man can marry and have a career, but a woman can't.

At least not until she's established.

I do want to have children, one day but not now.

Not yet.

Can't you see? My life's just beginning

and to get married now would be like putting a stopper on it all.

All that energy and ambition just shut up inside marriage.

- It doesn't have to be like that. - But it is.

- Well, if you really love me, then... - I do.

And there's another thing, too.

What we feel now for each other is something,

something so strong,

but the war could go on for another two or three years.

And when it's over we could be two different people.

Don't you see, it wouldn't be fair on either of us to...

To make promises now that we wouldn't be able to keep.

Please understand.

It's not too difficult to understand.

- You're turning me down. - Indy, please.

It's all right.

It's probably all for the best.

Besides, in three days time I'll be in France anyway.

Indy?

- How long will you be in Le Havre? - Not long, I guess.

They keep the training short these days.

And mind you write to me and to your father.

I will.

And please, Henry, don't take any stupid risks

just to show off.

I'll try not to.

Indy! Indy!

I have a surprise for you.

Suzette and I were married this morning.

- Yes. - Congratulations.

- Goodbye, monsieur. - Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, my darling.

See you later.

Vicky!

Vicky!

Hey, Indy!

Come on, hurry up!

Run, Indy!