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♪ Nana was a suffragette
never thought to fail

♪ Nana was a suffragette

♪ spent the night in jail

♪ singing, "votes for
women is just a beginning

♪ "you haven't seen anything yet"

♪ oh, Nana was a suffragette. ♪

Today, the banbury
intricate craft circle

politely requests women's
suffrage - that's us -

is to take inspiration from
our dear sister in suffrage,

Annie Smith peck,

who, at the tender age of 61,

has just made the summit
of mount coropuna in Peru,

where she planted a flag.

And do you know what was on that flag?

"Help!" "I'm exhausted?" "I
won't be doing that again."

"Votes for women".

Yes, Emily, well done.

Are we going to climb a mountain,
Margaret? In a way, yes, Emily.

We are to trek across the
foothills of ignorance

to ascend the slopes of injustice,

till we reach the summit of equality.

And do you know what we
will find on that summit?

A flag with "votes for women"
on it, you just told us.

No, no. No, a bowling green.

Since the dawn of bowls,

no women have been permitted to
play or spectate in this country.

So we are to take a stand,

for sporting women and for suffrage,

by distributing an
uncompromising leaflet

at the international bowling tournament

that is to take place here, in banbury.

I know! Father is the
captain, the chairman

and the treasurer of the team.

Mummy's at home preparing his kit.

Margaret, how exciting! I know!

Today, the banbury chestnuts
take on the New Zealand rams!

Ooh, where are they from?

New Zealand.

Ooh, where's that?

New Zealand.

So I shall take a photograph of you
all posing in sporting apparel

to include in the leaflet,
demonstrating that women

are just as capable of
sporting prowess as men.

But are they, though?

Yes.

But are they? Yes.

But are they really...

Eva, is there a specific sport that you

think that women just
cannot physically do?

Hmm... all of them. But
why, Eva, what reason?

Well, because of their...

You know, their...

Their flibberty dingdongs!
There, you made me say it.

In my day, we just used to
strap down our dingdongs

and play a good game of tag
rugger on the gasworks green!

But the thing is, Gwen, some
people's dingdongs are more...

Oh, how can I put this delicately?

..Are more bigger than yours.

So how you going to take these
photographs without a...

Photographinator?

You mean a camera, Eva?

Do I? Yes!

Let me introduce to you my new...

Kodak camera!

Yes, I'm calling her aletheia,
after the Greek goddess of truth.

Hello, Anthea. No, aletheia,

because the camera never lies.
Do you see, Gwen?

I had to pawn my south
American moth collection

in order to raise funds to buy her.

I was particularly sorry to say
goodbye to my venezuelan poodle moth,

who was the spit of my
husband osbert. Hmm!

The native tribes of
the americas believed

that the camera could steal one's soul.

This one just cost me
my moth collection.

Will it steal my soul, Margaret? Cos
I'm not sure I can do without it.

I might never again
know right from wrong.

Don't be absurd.

How does the camera
work then, Margaret?

Well, the souls are sucked in here...

Margaret! No, I'm just joking, Gwen,

I'm just joking. Sorry,
I couldn't resist,

I couldn't resist.

No, the light enters here,
is slowed and refracted

by the glass lens, creating a perfect
reproduction of whatever it sees.

Have you taken any pictures yet?

Er, no, no. No, not exactly. I've
been too busy digesting this -

the operating manual.

Read it four times -
particularly fascinating section

on refracted light and prismatic focus.

This is so exciting! I read all about,

in my ladies' quarterlies,
how actresses and modeles,

they use special greasepaint and powder

to make themselves look beautiful.

They call it "the make-up".

Well, no doubt,

but we are here to celebrate
strength, Eva, not beauty.

Anyway, who here would possess
such a thing as greasepaint?

Mother says that greasepaint is
for common sluts and whores!

Whatever that means?

Well, a slut is...

Grandmama!

Oh, shall I get my greasepaints
and have a little go on Gwen?

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Gwen?
She'd like that, Margaret.

Oh, Gwen, I am going to
give you what god didn't.

A husband?

No, a face.

I've got a face!

A better one.

Oh, thank you, Eva!

Before you go, Gwen,
do you think you might

fetch my basket of
sporting accoutrements?

I left them in the vestibule. Will do!

And, Emily, will you
go in the kitchen and

help Thomas with my developing fluids?

And, er, myrtle, I shall talk
you through my... My camera,

it's really, really
quite fascinating...

I was one of eadweard
muybridge's early models.

So rare to find a man whose
intellect and output were...

Equally large.

Gwen, have you seen my hat?

Um... I'm not sure.

It's white and made of straw.

Oh, yes, with a lovely
long feather on it!

No feather. Are you quite all right?

Oh, I can't keep this up, Frank.
You're not wearing a hat.

I know, I've lost it.

My umpire's hat. And I need
it for the tournament.

Oh, silly me. Are you
entering a hat tournament?

The bowls tournament.

Oh, you're bowling? No, I'm umpiring.

Oh, how exciting.

Yes, I've been longing to
"ump" for at least a decade.

Only one man stood in my way and
now, at last, that ump is no more.

Oh, Frank! Did you bump the ump off?

Of course not!

He slipped on an orange pip and
the graze went fatally septic.

He was 89.

Oh, too young! Too young...

Oh, is this your hat, Frank?

Yes! Thank you, Gwen.

Oh, good luck, Frank.

I'm glad you got the ump!

Oh!

Oh! Ah, our sporting accoutrements.

I wonder what this is?

Is it a mouthguard?

Laughter

er, no, it-it-it is a
gentleman's guard,

but it's not for the mouth, Gwen.

What a funny smell.

Wonder what that is?

The fecund musk of winter hellebores

poking through the mossy forest floor.

That's exactly right!
However did you know?

Educated guess.

I'm here, I'm here. Hello, Helen.

Ah! There it is. Lawrence's box.

I've been looking for that everywhere.

Oh, it's a box!

What do you put in it?
Whatever you've got.

Thank you, mother

does one wear a box for bowls?

Lawrence is very fastidious
about his equipment.

Well, I cannot stay, I'm
under extreme pressure

preparing Lawrence's sporting whites
for the bowls tournament today.

What manner of futility
is happening here?

Oh, we are hoping to ensure
an integral role for women

in the future of British bowls.

We are creating a leaflet,
which I am calling -

"new women" - question mark,

"new balls" - exclamation mark.

Some of us already have an
integral role, Margaret.

For the past ten years,

Lawrence's whites have drawn
collective gasps of amazement.

Indeed, he has often told me
that his success in bowls

is largely due to the
crispness in his slacks.

Oh!

Do I parade my efforts
ostentatiously, baying for praise?

No, I do not.

I'm content in the knowledge
that I'm entirely responsible

for the stiffness in
my husband's trousers.

Goodbye to you, I have an urgent
appointment with a crisping oven.

Goodbye, Helen.

What sort of equipment does
Lawrence keep in his box?

Whatever it is, it's definitely rusty.

So, how does the enlarger
work exactly, Thomas?

Ah, yes, miss Emily. It, ah...
Well, it enlargens that which...

Requires... Enlargening.

Oh. How awfully clever.

And what sporting pose shall you
be striking for the pamphlet?

Oh, no. I do not sport.

I am merely assisting mrs unwin in her
photographic suffrage endeavours.

Besides which, my ganglions prevent
anything more strenuous than

the move of a chess piece or
the flick of a tiddlywink.

Well, I shall pose like this.

Huhhh!

Or, like this.

Rarrrgh!

Astounding.

Perhaps I might have a copy
of the photograph to...

Set upon my tallboy?

What are you going to do to me, Eva?

Well, what the ladies do in the
pictures is they use strong colours

to really show off their features.

What are they? Look at me, Gwen.

Oh, sorry. Should I
keep perfectly still?

No, look at me.

See, what I've got here are features.

Oh!

Have I got any features, Eva?

Oh, yes, Gwen.

You have got a lovely personality.

Oh...

Thank you, Eva.

Now, I'm going to start with the lips.

By making them darker, I can make
them seem more... Less thin.

Will it sting? Oh, no, no,
they're all natural ingredients.

See, it says so on the tin. Oh.

Arsenic, formaldehyde, aluminium, lead.

Gwen, I'm going to make
you look beautiful!

Oh, when I was a girl,

Kenneth hillingdon invited
me out for a promenade,

so I begged mother to
allow me a little Rouge.

Well, she would not relent,

so I dabbed a spot of
ammonia on each cheek.

By the time I met Kenneth,

my face had puffed up
like a red-bellied toad.

Oh, Gwen, how awful!

Oh, Kenneth didn't mind.

He loved amphibians.

"A very flat lens projects
a large real image,

"but the film is only exposed
to the middle part of it.

"A rounder lens produces
a smaller real image,

"so the film surface sees a
much wider area of the scene

"at a reduced magnification."

Yes, it's really quite simple.

She sighs oh, myrtle,
you look splendid!

She "toots"

tally-ho!

Ah, yes, goodness! She chuckles

done!

I've got features!

Oh, yes, yes, you certainly have.

Who's next?

Er...

And these are the developing
fluids and emulsions and... Tongs.

If handled incorrectly, the
fluids can corrode one's flesh.

How dreadful.

I should hate to have
my flesh corroded.

Quite.

It's not a very dark darkroom, Thomas.

No, I have not yet extinguished the
overhead light. I can do that.

Oh... how eerie.

I can barely see a thing.

Are you there, Thomas?

Yes, yes. Here I am.

Are you very frightened? Oh...

Yes, Thomas, petrified.

Can you feel? I'm quivering.

Tongs rattle

oh, miss Emily!

Are you ready to come and
be photographed, Emily?

Yes. Coming. Goodness, it's
very dark in here, Thomas.

Yes, miss unwin, it is a darkroom.
Ah, yes!

Oh, excellent. Yes, you all look...

Yes, yes. Oh, goodness, Gwen!
She laughs nervously

yes. Yes, quite a...
Quite a fine tableau,

so, strike a pose.

Ow!

Yes, if you'll hold up the
flash gun, Thomas. Ready?

And...

Nope, nothing's happening.

Hold the pose, ladies.

Higher, Thomas, that's it.

It's probably a perspectival effect...

So, yeah, if you all
shuffle back a bit.

A bit further.

A bit further.

Yes, perhaps too far. So if you
could just come forward again?

Split the difference.

Yeah, still holding the pose.
Keep it up, Thomas.

Er, ready?

And...

No, no. Ah! She laughs

ah, I see, I see.

And, ready?

And...

No, no, it's not working. No,
the camera's clearly faulty.

Can we move yet? Yes, yes, yes.
My wrists are failing me,

mrs unwin, may I? Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I'm so sorry, everybody,
what a disappointment!

I just... Can't think
what's wrong with it.

Thomas, would you have a look?
There's perhaps

a speck of dust trapped
in the mechanism.

Yes. If you'll allow me, mrs unwin?
Yes, good thought. Thank you, Thomas.

I wonder if my south American moths
are still at the pawnbrokers'?

Oh, no, Margaret, they'd
have flown away by now.

I'm back, I'm back!

Oh, Helen, I thought you were
crisping Lawrence's trousers?

Yes, I too thought that
I would be, that I was.

So why have you come back?

When I had retrieved Lawrence's box,

I returned home to find
his bowling trousers

standing in the hallway.

Was he in them?

No. They were quite alone,

having been crisped to
within an inch of their life

by a professional laundress
on neavis street.

When I attempted a casual enquiry as to
why he had decided to send them out,

he replied that for a
match of this importance,

he could not risk his trousers
in the hands of an amateur.

They gasp

Helen, what does Lawrence
keep in his box?

Very little.

Well! Well!

Ladies!

Well!

Oh, Frank, whatever is the matter?

It's mr umpire to you!

How could you have done it?

And how did you get back so fast? Um...

I have tended that bowling
green, loved it like a child,

dressed it, trimmed it, manured it.

Should one do that to a child?

My beautiful lawn, sabotaged!

Words burnt into the turf.

What words, Frank?

"Bowls for women"

in letters three feet big!

"Bowls for women"?

Yes, at first we thought
it had been done

by the ladies' ornithological society,

because the "b" in "bowls"
was obscured by a molehill.

Oh, yes, I see. Oh,
ladies, how could you?!

Oh, Frank, you don't
think we did it, do you?

Well, didn't you?

No, of course not, Frank.

It must have been the banbury
free suffragette army!

Oh, no! Not them again?!

Of course.

Mrs unwin, I'm so sorry.

Yes, how could you think Margaret
capable of leading such an action?

Thank you for defending me, Helen.
I wasn't. You are not capable.

The bfsa are so wonderfully
bad, aren't they?

Indeed they are!

So very naughty.

Miss bute, there is nothing wonderful

about the banbury bowling green
being closed until further notice!

Oh, no! Where will all the owls live?

Oh, dear.

Poor Lawrence won't get to play bowls
in his troublesome trousers after all.

Such a pity. Was he very irritated?

Yes, he was most irate, mrs bute,

which is why I suggested we hold
the tournament here instead.

In the church hall?

So we will get to see the
men playing, after all!

Wonderful! Certainly not.

Your presence would break every
rule in the bowls rule book!

Well, not every rule,

just the one about women not
being allowed on the green.

If you're seen on the green,

I would never be allowed
to ump in banbury again!

So please, ladies, vacate the premises.

Fair enough. Absolutely not!

We have booked this hall
and we shall not be moved.

Can I not even persuade
you into the kitchen?

No! Absolutely not! We were here first!

I've a fresh batch of
scones in the oven.

Ooh! With jam and cream? Yes, yes!

Cherry jam? Yes!

All chatter happily

I should like to make
it clear that I am

only going into the
kitchen to take tea,

and I shall re-enter the hall

if I see fit, as and when it suits me.

Oh, Helen. It's so good
to have you on our side.

I'm not on your side. I'm
doing this to annoy Lawrence.

Thomas, I must fetch some baize.

You make sure the ladies
stay contained. Me?

But how?

He locks door

that's how.

No, Frank. No, Frank! I
shall not sanction this,

the incarceration of my
fellow suffragettes.

For goodness' sake! You're not
a suffragette. You're a man.

Technically, yes, but first and
foremost, I am a suffragette.

I shall play no part in this. I'll
just take the key with me, then.

They've locked the door! Thomas? Frank?

They've locked it!

Outrageous!

Which jam, Margaret? Plum jam, please.

Ladies, fear not! I shall
endeavour to liberate you.

Stand back from the door.

Men shout outside

aaahhh...! Ka mate! Ka mate!
Ka ora! Ka ora!

Ka mate! Ka mate! Ka ora! Ka ora!

Tenei te tangata puhuru huru

Nana nei tiki mai whakawhiti te ra!

They roar

whoa! Sorry, little fella!
Didn't mean to scare ya.

That's just our traditional way
of squaring up to the opponents.

It's a very serious maori ritual
that we take very seriously.

Ah! Afternoon, ladies.

Hey! I think we've frightened
the jebeezus out of everyone.

I cannot apologise enough.
How's it going in there?

We are the New Zealand rams.

A very alarming way to say hello.

Well, it's a New Zealand thing.
We call it the haka.

I'm hilary and this bloke is Lesley.

Hilary, Lesley.

Oh, please! Hils and les.

Liz?

Nah, les. Cos Liz is a
girl's name, right?

They chuckle yes, indeed.

Do you think you might help us?
We're rather locked in.

Oh, yeah! Can do. Stand back.

Oh, no, no, I think you'll
find that to be im...

Possible.

Thank you!

Hey, they don't call us
the rams for nothing.

He laughs

hey, how were you going to play an
international bowling tournament

if you were all locked in the kitchen?

Oh, no... us?! She laughs

no, we're not the banbury chestnuts.
Oh, what a funny thought!

No, no, no. That is amusing.

Why is that funny?

Well, women are not
permitted to play bowls.

Get off the grass!

English women aren't allowed
to play bowls at all?

Says who? It's the rules.

Not in New Zealand. Yeah. Women can
pretty much do whatever sport they like.

Yeah - bowls. Cricket.

Rugby. Wrestling.

Farming.

In New Zealand, everyone mucks in.

That's why women have had
the vote since 1883.

Gasps of astonishment really?

Really? I had no idea!

Gosh, so every woman in
New Zealand can vote?

Well, the poor old maori girls,
they had to wait until 1893.

But who could forget meri mangakahia's
moving appeal to parliament?

"E whakamoemiti atu Ana ahau
kinga honore mema e noho nei,

"kia ora koutou katoa."

Very moving.

Well, that's just the introduction.
Basically, it just means,

"guys, stop mucking around and
give us the bloomin' vote."

Oh, pardon my maori.

How inspiring that you have
granted women equal status

in your visionary new world.

Indeed it is. Now, go and
make us a cup of tea.

They laugh heartily oh! Ha!

Nah. He's kidding. I'm kidding!

I'd really like a cup of tea, though.

Could I make it, Margaret? Yes, yes.

Yeah! You beaut. Oh, no. Me Gwen.

So, will you join us? Take tea with us?

This way!

Oh, hils.

I never thought in my lifetime
that I should meet men

who would truly, unreservedly
respect us as equals.

Me. I respect women. You have met me.

Yes, we are, in fact, a
suffrage group. Great!

Yes. Hoping to create a leaflet

celebrating women's sporting prowess,

but alas, our camera
seems to have broken.

This is a nice piece. Hey,
I'm a keen snapper myself.

Yes, I think it might be
the adjustable meniscus.

I could find no fault. I
thought perhaps I might

take it apart and then put
it back together again.

Yeah. Or you could take the
lens cap off. Ah. Yes.

Lens cap. She laughs

tea up! I don't know about you, hils,
but personally I don't feel comfortable

playing a bowls tournament in a society
that so undervalues its womenfolk.

Nor me, mate, nor me. Hey, why don't
you join our team as substitutes?

Then at least you can watch the
tournament. She laughs haughtily

while I admire your native wit,
there simply isn't the time.

The induction process to
join the banbury chestnuts

consists of a three-part examination,

to be placed on a waiting list,
to be placed on a short list,

to be ratified by a
sub-committee, all of

which takes approximately three years.

Well, it's an equally draconian system
to become a New Zealand ram, I'm afraid.

Hold up your right hands.

Wave at each other and repeat after me.

"Hi. I'm a New Zealand ram."

Hi, I'm a New Zealand ram.

Yeah, that's it. Surprised tittering

kiergarlhel, girls!
Welcome to the rams.

All cheer

Frank... are those women on the baize?

Yes, I'm sorry.

Good lord! Is that my wife? And Emily?!

Helen knows the rules, it's
not like her to bend them.

Technically, mr bute, it's above board.

They've been inducted into
the New Zealand rams.

Has the whole world gone entirely mad?

No. Just the world of the
banbury bowls tournament.

This is most out of character.

Helen seemed perfectly equable
when I saw her earlier.

Perhaps I shouldn't have had these
bags professionally laundered.

Ah!

It has rendered them a trifle
chafey around the box.

Look at Lawrence. I
hope his trousers snap.

Whistle blows

we're ready to begin.

Would the skippers please
step up to the rink?

Tails.

Ooh, what are they doing? Tossing
to see who Jacks off first.

Rams to bowl first.

They cheer

sssh!

Whistle peeps

this is thrilling!

I know! It's utterly, utterly
incredible and exciting

that we're the first English
women ever to witness

the drama and elation of an
international bowls tournament!

Oo-ooo-oooh!

Yes!

She coughs trousers!

Whistle peeps

they murmur is it over?

Well done.

Yes, what a fascinating game, Frank.

Who won?

Half-time.

Oh. Good.

General chatter

I say, cream tea.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing
having you gals along, after all.

Oh...

Ah, good on ya, Gwen. These
sandwiches are brill!

Brill! Ah, brill.

I'm sorry we're not putting
on a better show for ya.

It's taken us six weeks to get here.

We're just used to hundreds of rams
fans cheering us on back home.

Yeah, it's the passion of our followers
that really keeps our spirits up.

Without that, we're up the boohai.

We know you're doing your
best to support our efforts.

Iffots? Yes, yes, we
always support iffots.

Gentlemen, resume play.

Rams and ramettes, let's get amongst it!
Yes, yes.

I really should help Gwen with
the sandwiches and whatnot.

I, too, must do... Something.
Yes, me as well.

I, also. All right, fair enough.

See ya out there! Yes, yes. Yes.

Bowls is not as invigorating
as I had expected.

Please don't make us go back and watch.

I think I shall die from dullness.

I do feel, though,

we should do something
to bolster hils and Liz

as they have bolstered us.

But what?

Ladies, I think I have a plan.

Gentlemen, banbury are
nearest the Jack.

Rams, your final bowl of
the tournament, please.

Ladies... two, three, four.

Ka mate! Ka mate! Ka ora! Ka ora!

Ka mate! Ka mate! Ka ora! Ka ora!

Tenei te tangata puhuru huru

Nana nei tiki mai whakawhiti te ra!

They roar

that's outstanding!

Te-bloomin'-riffic!

Off the baize, please, ladies.

The rams have it!

Cheering

whistle peeps

church bell rings

laughs to herself

I still can't hardly
believe we're rams.

Yes, just think, in
merely six weeks' time,

our dear friends will be
arriving back in New Zealand.

17 million miles away.

Helen, was mr bute terribly vexed
that the banbury chestnuts lost?

He was a tad deflated.

But he has vowed never to visit
a professional laundress again.

Suffice to say, his trousers are
now firmly back in my grasp.

Well, five whole pages
covering the bowls tournament

and not one mention of the umpire, me.

Oh, never mind, Frank.

Did they not even mention your hat?

No. But look.

"Crazed suffragettes
terrorise tournament."

Oh, Margaret.

The banbury free suffragette army
have stolen your thunder again.

No. They're talking about you, ladies.

You're the crazed suffragettes.
They gasp

we're in the paper!

Ladies, you have proved to the
townsfolk and the people of Britain

that women can and shall do
what men can do, and more.

But can they, though? Yes.

Well, now you are all honorary
members of an international team,

I expect I'll see you next
week at the bowls match.

The pitch is fixed.

Oh... no, Frank, I'm afraid I'm
rather busy returning my camera.

I'm anxious to be reacquainted
with my south American moths.

I'm busy - indefinitely. Yes, I'm
definitely busy too, definitely busy.

I'm busy... Crisping!

I should rather die, Frank.

I'll come, Frank. I'll strap
my flibberty dingdongs down.

Good-oh!

Helen, what does Lawrence keep

in his box? His pen...

♪ Nana was a suffragette

♪ never thought to fail

♪ Nana was a suffragette

♪ spent the night in jail

♪ singing, "votes for
women is just a beginning

♪ "you haven't seen anything yet"

♪ oh, Nana was a suffragette. ♪