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Perseus...

Cassiopeia...

Andromeda...

Ah!

Are you winking at me?

That's it! That's it. That's it.

Get your head out of that never ending manuscript, Bess!

Please.

Ouch, he bloody nipped me!

My gorgeous Rexy!

Yesterday.

Day before yesterday.

Day before yesterday.

Variable. Variable!

Variable!

Show me how big you are.

Aaahh!

Oh, come on.

Well, she's a spinster.

Oh, shhh! Shhh!

You're her mother, can't you do something?

I wasn't going to tell you.

What?

William Rodney is coming.

He is coming to...?

Oh, is he?

I'm older than you.

I know more of the world than you.

Did I ever mention I'm related to William the Conqueror?

I'm older than you. I know more of the world than you.

Did I ever mention I'm related to William the Conqueror?

Ahhh! William Rodney. Dear boy.

Courage! Women are our mountains to die on.

Right.

She's in the parlour.

I haven't slept.

Go forth and conquer.

No.

No?

You're my oldest friend, but I don't want to marry you.

I saw you in the bath when I was 6.

Exactly.

No!

You mean: no as in no, or no as in no, no.

Yes.

- Yes? - No!

We've known each other our entire lives.

We'd be respected.

I have other plans.

Katharine, there comes a time in one's life

when one sets plans aside

... for a place in society.

Like my mother?

Brother...

What am I? The last pickle in the jar.

Cousin.

You are the loveliest pickle in the jar.

Willy. You're ridiculous.

Are you done writing yet?

I'm on page 597.

And how long have you been writing that now?

Fifteen years?

So is that around 39 pages a year... around 3 pages a month

Well, father's life was very complicated.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do about that.

Will you get up before they get the wrong idea?

Now listen, I need you to do this one thing for me.

We could both be amateurs, me a poet and you an astrologer.

Astronomer.

Yes, astronomer. Sorry.

You can't be walking around

in the dead of night unchaperoned. It is--

See, you already want a divorce?

No, I want to convince you. Please. I have a surprise.

I need you to go and recite your beautiful poetry.

Where?

In here.

No, no, no. No, I don't want to.

Yes, you're going.

ALL EXCEPT KATHARINE AND WILLIAM: So?

I'll go get that folio.

Oh, I could come and help.

Hello.

Hello.

Well...

Tea?

Well.

I think she's just gone for a bit of a mull.

Sit, sit!

Cousin, I feel your garden would be much improved

by the presence of a small

ornamental pond with a Chinese duck.

It would lighten the spirits so.

A Chinese duck?

I wrote a poem once about 'Mallards'.

Did you?

What rhymes with 'Mallard'?

Not a great deal.

But, ah, fortunately, quite a lot rhymes with duck.

Hat.

Huh.

Sorry, sir.

Stop, stop, stop! Stop! Stop!

Keep the change. Keep it.

What have I done to deserve a daughter?

Cousin.

Kit!

You look handsome in my suit, don't you?

Look at you.

Don't call me Kit.

What a man called Katharine.

Where are we going?

Cy, I have done it.

What! With your Norman admirer?

No! I didn't think my 'scope was big enough,

but I think I've discovered a yardstick.

A who?

A cosmic yardstick.

Ouch! That sounds rather painful.

I just need to run my calcs and publish it.

Well, what's stopping you?

What is the greatest problem that we face today?

Poverty. Prejudice? Pending war in Europe?

We don't understand our place in the universe.

Who are we?

Where are we?

Are we the centre of everything?

Or are we a pinprick in a system so colossal

we may never understand it?

I am blinded by your intellect, but honestly,

I often don't know what--

Ah, the Astronomical Society.

Hence the suit. I understand now.

Do I look ridiculous?

No, you look dashing.

Dashing.

I want a good seat

so I can see Lady Margaret Huggins.

Cy, that's her!

She's co-signatory with her husband

on dozens of radical papers.

I suspect she secretly wrote them all.

I'm an honorary member

and this is a vote on women.

And I said, 'no women'.

Oh!

Welcome, Sir.

Thank you.

Welcome, Sir.

Thank you.

Go on. Find a way Kit. Get it published.

Chop chop! Life is but a sigh.

Orrr... orrr... order please!

Gentlemen, we are convened today

as the Astronomical Society

to vote on whether women should be allowed to become fellows.

No!

This is a serious institution...

Yes!

...for serious men.

Might as well lay parquet flooring.

And serve sherry at the doors.

I'd rather see a dog in space.

As you all know, I am an equitable man.

And if there were a way to

believe that women could expand our knowledge

and understanding of the Universe,

I would be as happy as anybody.

Order, order...

All those in favour, raise your hand to support the motion.

One, two, three, sorry. One, two...

Seven

Seven?

For God's sake.

Support the motion, Gentlemen.

There are women doing the most brilliant science.

Does their brilliance threaten you?

Who are you?

Do you fear being bested by them? Is that it?

Sit down, man. Sit down.

Gentlemen,

my,

my cousin has a passionate...

One day women will be let in.

Sit down man!

Biggots, baboons and Byzantines!

All those against?

The motion is-

Defeated.

We are born in the wrong century, Kit.

I'm sorry.

You'll probably get the vote before I do.

Then maybe dogs will become Prime Minister.

Is this a prank?

Well, Katharine, pray tell?

Father, it's time...

You? Cross dressing, are you..?

I just want to study.

Absolutely out of the question.

You'll marry and you'll be a wife.

Cyril put you up to it. Did he?

No.

Well, I forbid you to see him.

Who are you to forbid me?

I'm your father.

And the master of this house.

Did William Rodney propose to you?

Ahh. Of course, yes, you were

too bloody stupid to say yes to him.

I want this rubbish gone. All these gone.

No, no. Don't you...

No more precarity. For now you live in my house,

you live by, by my rules.

My rules.

Pignut!

Hedgeborn!

I live in my own self By my own rules.

Is getting lost the surprise?

I wasn't lost,

the map was upside down. It is an easy mistake to make.

I hate blasted surprises.

Could you just cheer up please?

Right, should be just up here.

Oh!

I hope this won't take long.

They say you might be able to see

the comet tonight.

Really?

♪ Spurned, nought have ye cared,

♪ Raising your eyes to a wider morrow

♪ Ways that are weary days that are dreary...

Is that Virginia Woolf?

♪ Hail, hail victors ye stand

♪ Wearing the wreath that the brave have worn! ♪

And so I said to that copper,

"let me through and take your hands off my breasts!"

And he dropped me like a stone right in front of number 10.

But I wasn't finished there, I said, "when I get the vote,

I'll be the one wearing the trousers

and you'll be free to do the ironing".

I'll iron your shirts anytime, Mary Datchett.

Will you put a bit of starch on them too?

I will do my best.

Oh! Basnet. You give me faith in the human race.

Ah, our star guest.

At tonight's free discussion of everything,

Mr. William Rodney.

And metaphor in Elizabethan poetry.

Come, come, Mr. Rodney.

You look like someone's stolen your bicycle.

Thank you very Mary Datchett. Datchett. Datchett.

Thank you. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

And ladies in gentlemen's trousers.

Well, why I'm--why I'm-- why I am here...

Katharine. This is for you.

"Biting my truant heart, beating myself for spite...

Fool. Said my muse to me.

Look in thy heart and write."

The words of Sir Philip Sidney's epic poem. Astrophil,

the lovestruck stargazer, and Stella,

his unresponsive star.

For any of the etymologically inclined...

Astrophil, of course, from the Greek,

no doubt as well alluding to Sir Philip's Christian name

Phil-Phil-Philophile, Philophile, not philophile.

That would mean a lover of people called Philip.

Blasted fog! Goddamnit.

God has little to do with it.

The culprits are coal fires and factory owners.

Who are you?

Who are you?

What are you doing up here?

Same as you.

Hmm. Avoiding the bourgeoisie.

Ouch.

They are radical.

Not that radical.

Are you one of them?

No, I'm here against my own will.

A hostage.

Maybe.

Hmm.

Oh!

Can I help?

A woman who knows what she wants.

Bah! A woman who knows what she wants.

Is it my English?

No, your English is perfect.

Then trust me.

I'm not trusting of strangers on rooftops,

not least ones with holes in their waistcoat.

A small one.

Are appearances that important to you?

No, but I apply caution.

Is that why you're on a rooftop with a cracked telescope?

Hmm?

Is that why you're up here hiding

from a bunch of Valkyrie?

Valkyrie?

Be careful.

No, you be careful.

I liked what you said.

Really?

Just the kind of traditional speech

no one has the courage to make anymore.

Oh! Thank you.

Willy, can we go? I've made up my mind.

What?

You know Sidney had a sister.

I'm sure Shakespeare had one. I'd venture that Anon,

who has written so many poems,

is always someone's bloody sister.

In science women write anonymously.

It's as though you're suggesting that

everything unnamed is written by a woman?

What if it is? Women are far more interesting,

inventive, clever.

Well, I'm not disputing that. I'm just saying that--

Mister Rodney, I advise retreat.

Right.

Wait. Come and see me at my office.

Ask me again.

What?

Ask me again.

Does this mean yes?

You know what, I would go down on one knee,

but the floor is filthy.

Come on, before I change my mind.

Darling,

shall we make each other happy for the rest of our lives?

Yes. But under one condition.

Ah. Why is it always one thing with you?

Come on.

If it relates to the consummation,

I've had some thoughts, time and low level lighting.

Those are our allies.

Katharine.

Enjoy the moment, dear boy.

Women are at their kindest when engaged.

It's when you're married and have nippers...

Congratulations to you both.

At least you won't die alone.

Yes.

Excuse me.

Um, the factory. Mary's factory?

Up on the right, through the arches. That way.

Thank you.

- Miss Hilbery. - You said to stop by.

You made it.

Have you heard?

We have Salford.

That's great news.

Would you like me to show you around?

Is this where you work?

We'll need handbills for Salford, Sally.

They're already on the press.

So this is where we make

all of the banners and the placards.

We're marching on Parliament in a few weeks.

And this is where we print our leaflets.

Can you give me a hand?

Yeah.

They need to be divided up and then tied individually.

Like this?

Yeah.

What's that?

I'm marrying. William Rodney.

Why?

So I can work.

He's not that bad. And he's my oldest friend.

Beth, what is this? An eye test?

It's far too small.

I want to apply to Cambridge.

So...?

I need to prove my thesis.

I need a lab.

There's a lot of equipment...

It's easy.

It's not easy.

It is.

Study here.

I've got it.

Stop.

Katharine.

Katharine!

Are you coming down?

Cyril. You got my note.

I thought we were forbidden from seeing each other.

So it's true?

William the Bloody Conqueror has finally conquered you then?

Yes, but that's not why I wanted to see you.

Cy, I need a reference.

For what?

Cambridge. We are a... a pinprick in a croquet lawn,

in a universe the size of England.

You can't marry him, Kit.

Look around you.

Imagine London is our galaxy.

Are you listening to me, Kit.

You will find someone that you love, you will.

Do you see that billboard there?

Kit, this is important.

This is important.

Imagine that motor is a cluster of stars.

I can guess they're all roughly

the same distance from me,

what I can't say exactly is how far away they are.

Now they pulse from dim to bright.

What's more, the speed at which they do so

is a function of their actual brightness.

The longer the period, the brighter the star.

And now take that drunken champagne drinker.

Count the period at which he pulses, one, two, three,

the same as the blinking motor.

So why is he dimmer?

He's not very clever.

I don't know.

He is further away?

Because we know that something that is twice as dim,

must be 4 times as far away.

And suddenly,

I can leap and jump across the heavens using drunken moon men.

Not bad, not bad at all.

Cy, I need a reference.

Oh, I wanted to tell you I'm not coming home for Christmas.

What?

I-- I'm in love.

Again?

I wanted to tell you because I know that

you hate Stogdon. And...

Uh, sorry. What do you mean "again"?

You fall in love, disappear for six months,

and then you come crawling back with your heart broken.

What?

It's madness.

No, that's not how it is.

That's not how it... This is different.

It is. It's-- You're not being fair.

No, you're not being fair.

You were the only good thing about Christmas.

You're blushing like a schoolgirl.

You can't do this to yourself.

You're being cruel. And discounting love

will get you nowhere.

You can't measure it, you can't understand it.

It's mysterious. It's...

And until you accept that...

This is important to me.

Katharine.

Cy...

Why can't you accept that I have finished?

Because it's 600 pages long.

You expect me to publish an encyclopaedia.

Father's life was very complex.

Look, look, it is absolutely--

Oh no, don't not start now with the bloody Niagara Falls--

Will the two of you stop!

Hm?

What are you doing here?

I live here.

What are you doing here?

I work here.

You work?

Yes.

You work for my father?

Well, yes. Um, editor, yes.

Rudolph.

Editor? Editor!

It's Ralph, sir.

Oh, nonsense Rudy, you're a Kraut.

By the way, this is my daughter. This is Katharine.

Bear with me. No honestly. He's here. He will assist you.

It's perfect. He's done it A million times.

Sometimes you are impossible. I wish you had said something--

He has got a whole plethora of bestsellers.

That's what he does. You'll thank me Honestly.

Rufus, follow me. Whatever your name is.

Alright. Follow me.

That went well.

Right, now, you recalcitrant little bugger.

Let me have a look at you.

Mister.

Mr. Kit.

Reference..? Reference... reference.

Lady Margaret, could I come in?

Go away!

I'm coming in.

Blast!

Could I-- could I...?

Shut the door!

So sorry.

Oh!

I thought you said come in.

You're in now.

What is it you want?

Ten. Ten minutes.

Well, I suppose I should offer you tea,

but I don't do that sort of thing.

I'm not here for tea.

I think I've discovered a theory of variable stars.

Why do you think this room is being emptied?

We had to send the telescope back to the British Society

because my husband became too ill to use it.

But you're co-signatory on dozens of papers.

I know I--I've read them all.

Well, my husband couldn't afford an assistant.

I'm applying to Cambridge for physics and then astronomy.

I need a referee.

If it's astronomy you want,

then help your husband with his studies.

Guide him, author him, shape his ideas.

No, I can't. I can't do that.

Oh, this one we wrote.

This one, well, I pretty much wrote.

But "we wrote".

Nobody wants a woman in science. Trust me.

Margaret,

I'm sorry it's been so hard for you.

You can change things.

You're brilliant.

You'll find out soon enough.

Let's just make... make it go away.

I would just cut it, edit it...

Bring it down to size.

Mrs. Hilbery seems capable.

If I hear one more word

about a woman being capable, I--

I suppose I could, um, trim..? Edit?

Yes, yes, absolutely, absolutely.

Make it, make it more, um...

...more short.

Short.

I want my wife back.

It'll all be saintly hogwash anyway.

Wait!

I know what you're doing. Cutting away.

What?

Her life's work, making it all go away like men do.

Wait. You're engaged?

What's it to you?

Why are you so angry?

Her life's work.

Being passed around like some screaming child

no one wants anything to do with.

He doesn't care,

he just wants her serving the tea

and ringing the bell and cutting the flowers.

Being the wife.

You have this all wrong.

There are few choices here.

We always have a choice.

Do we?

You inveigled me.

What does that mean?

Rudolf?

What are you doing?

Come on, there's work to be done. Chop chop.

It's Ralph, sir.

Come on, Rudy.

I think I have done it.

And then Denham said,

he said, imagine the elephant. And I did, I did.

I started to see the trunk and the ears, the, the horns.

First it was almost as if

it was through mist or a fog.

And then all the writing that shouldn't be in the work

just seemed to melt away.

Oh. What are you talking about?

Good morning.

What--

Where is Rexy? Rex is not here.

American Girl discovers cosmic yardstick.

He said cut away

everything that isn't-- elephant.

Everything that isn't elephant. I'm free!

What elephant?

The book.

I've never, I've never published....

No.

You're thinking about ...

Do you see that?

No, no, he--

There's a knack to peeling an egg.

Use your napkin, Katharine.

Katharine, will you--

No, let go. What on earth are you doing..?

Stop it! Look you...

No, no.

Look, you know your father treats

that as his property,

and no one's allowed to touch it.

You actually ripped it.

MR. HILBERY & MRS. HILBERY:

I'm going to get Rexy and clear up that egg.

There will be other discoveries.

And at least it was a woman.

Now it's bloody Christmas.

Come on, everybody loves Christmas,

even an old communist like me.

You don't know the Otways.

They are a whole different species. My kind of hell.

The Otways of Stogdon.

You know the Otways?

Well, in that case I have a surprise.

I hate surprises.

Our first Christmas.

Ring ding-a-ling.

William...

Would you like a slice?

No.

May I have some of those, oh.

Oh!

Dates aren't pitted.

No, I told you not to bring the Stilton.

No one ever...

This is terrible.

I mean, it's not quite runny enough.

Howdiddledo!

There she is. A vision! A Fragonard!

This is my cousin, Cassandra.

How do you do?

You are a poet, are you not?

Oh, well-- I've written a few verses,

some short stories. Dog... Doggerel.

Come on.

It's a tiny car.

Shall I wait for the second lift?

William keep Cassandra

company like a good man.

See you shortly.

Oh, what fun.

Ah!

Cassandra like the Trojan Princess...

I'm named after William the Conqueror.

Oh, that's impressive.

The engine's quiet.

Ah! Home sweet home.

So how much longer are we going to give this, Katharine?

I'm getting a little bit chilly.

Oh, this is a bit of a damp squib.

Why don't you come with me?

I'm going north for Christmas.

Will there be Stollen cake?

Probably not, but there will be trifle.

What's trifle?

Cream and jelly and custard.

Okay, I'm coming.

Okay

Glorious, isn't she?

Copernicus, Newton and Kit Hilbery.

CHILDREN & KATHARINE:

We'll all be dead next time Halley pays us a visit.

Crickey!

And a great star fell from the heavens.

Darling, which side shall I look from?

And it burned so bright like a torch

Yes, I know, I'm keeping the...

And it fell onto a third of all the rivers

and all the streams,

and there were no more.

Papa, did you see it?

I did. Rather interesting. Hm.

Kit?

Kit?

Yes.

William is very lovely.

You're so lucky.

He's sensitive.

Is he?

Kit.

Kit? We're cutting the tree. Have you forgotten?

No.

No. I, uh, received the invitation

to your publication party.

I don't receive the invitation.

I don't want to talk about it.

You are frazzling my nerves.

Can I let you in on a little secret?

Yes.

I'm thinking of writing a Christmas Limerick.

Pray tell.

What now?

Yes.

I wonder, I wonder, and I ponder

as I grow fonder of a young lady called...

Funny how one can let the muse carry one away.

Christmas does that to one, doesn't it?

So, it does.

Cyril.

Oh, Cyril.

Cyril.

I didn't know he was coming.

Cyril.

I'm going to beat you.

My saviour.

Oh, thank God.

You used me as a reference.

What?

Hello little ones, I've got some treats for you inside.

I'll see you in there.

No.

What? You have an interview.

Kit, Katharine, you have an interview.

Well, well. The prodigal son returns.

Father.

Welcome home, son.

Well, I shall have them set one more place for dinner.

Cyril, how lovely to see you. Katharine must be thrilled.

Seasons-- Greetings, Cyril.

Cyril.

I'm so sorry. You were my only option.

You got an interview.

Look.

Yes, it's that scary woman from the meeting.

Surprise. This is my brother, the Vicar.

Did I ever tell you I love carols?

Me too.

A daughter to be married.

Really is such a bore

that one can only marry once.

What?

Please be seated.

We are gathered here today

to celebrate the birth of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Jesus was an Immaculate conception.

And this makes us ponder the concept of enjoyment.

This is my third Christmas lunch.

Your third?

Yes.

Oh, very good.

For indeed. Where does it say that our Lord was thin?

Kit, you're so busy looking at the stars,

you can't see what's right in front of you.

Be generous, super generous.

Francis, Francis... Desist.

Get off. The last thing we need is another Nancy at the table.

What's a Nancy.

What?

Oh, son forgive me, I misspoke.

Oh, no. Well, no. More of a Freudian slip. Nanny.

I mean, we don't need another nanny at the table.

But good question.

What is a Nancy?

Anyone? Boy wants to know.

Anyone?

Well, in France, it's a city.

A Nancy is someone that runs off to Vienna

simply to be with all the other Nancys.

Whereas a man, a man, he stands tall.

Shoulders back and his head held high.

A man is prepared to do his duty.

A man is prepared to go to war for his family,

for his country.

Well, a Nancy can't do that.

Because a Nancy isn't a man.

Oh, somebody

realises I'm talking about them.

Surprised I know, I'm sure.

Is it true?

I thought you knew.

I'm convinced that life is only meaningful

when it is motivated by a great idea.

And in my case that is love, father.

Poppycock.

Everyone has a right to that, father.

When we read what we want, when we... love

who we want, when we know what we want,

only then will we truly be free.

I should sit down if I were you.

Cyril.

Let him go. He didn't want to be here anyway.

I think it's time for dessert.

He slipped.

He Freudian slipped.

For heaven's sake.

Has something happened?

Cyril! Cyril.

Cyril, what are you doing?

Cyril, Come on. Are you all right?

What are you doing? Come on!

Come on, get up.

Cyril, stop it.

Stop. Get up.

Help! Cyril is dead.

No!

Somebody's coming, my love.

George has sent for a doctor. Come on.

Doctor's coming.

Come.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, my love come. Somebody's coming.

Look, somebody's coming.

Oh my girl, there.

He was my north star.

We have entrusted our brother Cyril to God's mercy,

And now commit his body to the ground,

earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

We shore in certain hope of the resurrection

to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who will transform our frail bodies

so that they may be conformed

to his glorious body, who died,

was buried, and rose again for us.

To him, be glory forever and ever. Amen.

Amen.

I can't.

Take your glove off.

That's not what I mean.

What?

I can't marry you.

Oh! Yes.

Hm.

Of course your father won't be happy.

Let's not tell him for now.

You...

You! The cousin. Come in.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I couldn't see what was right in front of me.

Why didn't he tell me?

He wanted to.

Was he afraid?

No.

He was love.

You understand, it's quite the opposite.

He tried to tell me about you,

but I wouldn't listen.

When people spat at us, when they swore.

He said, it was their jealousy that made them do it.

When they punched us,

he would tell me that they're the ones that are hurt.

He was so brave.

He was generous, he was kind.

He--

he was magnificent in his love.

He'd say that life is but a sigh.

See, I never knew what he meant.

Life is but a sign.

My problem is now I can't ask him.

Nothing you can wrap your head around

means anything without love.

He'd want you to have this.

I can't take that.

Please, I'm going back north.

Mr. Hilbery.

Yes.

Mr. Kit Hilbery.

Yes.

But-- My dear girl, this is the physics tripos.

I applied here.

It's the physics tripos.

I suppose, as you've come all this way.

Sit, please.

Your pure mathematics paper was elegant. Impressive.

Self-taught?

Libraries taught me and I taught myself.

And now for your other essay.

Some thoughts on standard candle stars

and the size of the universe.

Yes.

We'd be very small.

Only we're not.

That's very entertaining.

Assuming that all variable stars in a nebula

are of similar actual brightness,

those that are dimmer must be further away.

We've all read the Swann-Leavitt paper.

Of course.

How you extrapolate to-to what you think

is the true size of the universe?

The mathematics is sound.

The outcome is not.

We'd be a pinprick in the galaxy,

surrounded by who knows how many others.

Yes.

Science is based on the best available guess.

Grounded in fact.

Not wild impossibilities...

Plucked from the skies.

At least this is what we teach here.

I have plates.

And...

...calculations to prove my thesis.

We have our own Cambridge telescope.

I know my scope is not strong, I know it's too small.

Anyway, we don't let women use the scope.

No lavatories.

What?

- No lavs! - Lavs.

It's men only.

You mean toilets?

Women don't direct their own research.

I could build one?

I could build one, if lavatories

are such impediments to progress.

And I could build the Taj Mahal.

But frankly, I don't have the time.

Please stop wasting ours.

Thank you very much.

What was she thinking?

No more precarity.

You're wrong.

I'm going to study,

and women will come to this college

as surely as the earth revolves around the sun.

And so it moves.

One day, scientific advances will prove me right.

We are tiny, much smaller than we could ever think we are.

We are nothing, a speck,

a mote of dust in this great mystery of a universe

throwing gigantic white rabbits from its hat.

One day, all of this will vanish.

All of this... this brick and mortar and prejudice and dogma,

all of it will vanish.

And there will be a new world,

and there will be women in science,

and there will be lavatories too.

And when there is, when we do, you will think back on this day

and you will remember

that you destroyed a talent

wilfully, blindly,

because you would rather I get married.

Just give me a chance.

Don't be stuck in the last century chaps.

Women are coming to Cambridge.

Now or in the future, but it will happen.

Gentlemen.

Good luck.

There will be other chances, other ways.

The art of humanity bends towards equality.

It will happen.

You coming?

Mama.

Ah, Kit.

We are nearly there. And we found a title.

Mr. Denham, will you tell her

what elephant is in Persian?

'Fil', Mrs. Hilbery, it is 'fil'.

Oh, 'fil'.

Here... was this?

You do right from the heart Bess.

Yes, enter...

Hmm?

A letter for Miss Hilbery, sir.

Oh. Thank you.

University of Cambridge.

Mr. Herbert.

I hate parties.

This-this is-- I'm not--

I will not tolerate any more of this.

Do you remember the breeches at Christmas?

Oh? Yes.

They say she's one of them.

Uncle.

Katharine.

She has such a melodious and whimsical personality.

Katharine.

I was like that once.

Were you?

Yes.

Rudy, have you seen my daughter?

Bad news, sir.

Bad news. You could say that.

More female bloody lunacy. Look. Peruse that.

Mr. Herbert, I have a good side.

Amazing.

You must be proud.

Proud?

Abject disobedience.

Have you seen Katharine?

Briefly.

Where? Where is she?

She passed by. Perhaps she was going to get changed.

I'm very keen for...

Ah. Mr. Hilbery--

Katharine.

Is this angle appealing?

I do need to sit down.

Rodney, Rodney! Ah, come over here.

You and Katharine must be front and centre. Absolutely.

Sir?

Yes

I'm afraid that events have somewhat overtaken us.

What?

Katharine is like a sister to me.

Rodney, this is not the appropriate moment.

I just don't have the time for this.

Please please.

No need for practice.

If you could just move to the side please.

No, this is not the correct position.

No, I don't mind. You just sit here.

No, you can't be there--

Please.

Together now, just once.

You adventurer! You two faced weasel mongerer!

To use my daughter!

To ruin my good name.

Good heavens, Terry.

We will discuss this later.

Together now. Just once.

Where have you been?

Hello.

Good boy. Good boy.

Can you see Rex?

Yes. Please, together now.

Ralph!

Would you please get in the photograph?

For Katharine.

We are no longer engaged. You should give it to her.

And do not move!

Anybody moves, they die.

Together now, just once.

Katharine.

I'm just trying to organise everybody!

And one...

Sir, can I just say, I've always had the utmost...

And two...

And...

Yes!

Is the dog dead?

Oh!

Oh, dear God!

False alarm.

I know many of you have

waited a long time for this.

Yes.

My father was a great man of letters.

I am a mere woman of fictions.

No one knew father better.

I have all the facts.

And yet what I know--

Yes, yes, speak.

I hazard that biography really is a kind of fiction.

It was this young man.

Yes, Mr. Denham, my editor, who told me truth isn't singular.

No one owns it.

Everyone has their own version of it.

Yes!

And thanks to this young man, I wouldn't change a word of it.

Everyone's truth is the house they live in.

Mr. Denham, please, please.

Thank you! Thank you!

Katharine.

Seems you've enchanted Mama.

Thank you everyone. Thank you!

Is it impossible for you to imagine

that a man may want to support a woman's success?

Look at her.

A man dazzled her,

and then it took her 28 years to discover her genius.

I can't afford it.

You underestimate yourself, Katharine.

Thank you!

Call me Kit.

Congratulations, Kit.

It's what I always wanted.

It can't wait anymore.

We will speak anon. Not now. I can't, I can't speak now.

Congratulations.

Well done.

I gave you a decent home, a decent education.

A half decent fiancé.

You've torn me apart.

Do you think a man wants to be with a woman who works?

Times have moved on since you met Mama.

Your mother has been a grand success.

Yes, she is.

Oh!

My darling.

Oh well, shall we frame it?

We could put it in the lavatory.

Hmm. What an honour.

Yes, time passes.

Where are you off to?

Half term. Kelso. I always do.

Just me, mummy and the dogs.

Lovely, I will be

dreaming of sun but I'll be knee deep in books.

Swot. Have fun Kit, it might suit you.

Ha, Ha.

He seems a respectable match.

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

Oh!

Follow me.

I wanted to say I'm going to Persia.

You mean goodbye?

Luckily I speak Farsi enough to be useful.

I volunteered to map the Daar bin Sar.

That sounds a lot.

They're rounding up Germans.

What a mess.

Daar bin Sar.

They have an observatory there.

I know. I thought about you, a lot.

You did?

I was wrong.

Wrong?

Love didn't factor into my calculations.

Love?

I think that's what Cyril was trying to tell me.

I don't want to discount my--

You won't.

That's the tussle, the tangle in my heart.

Well...

Let me know who wins.

I will.

Your face.