All language subtitles for Indiana s01e07 Loves Sweet Song.eng

- 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!

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