"I truly don't even know why I'm here, doctor." "Well of course it's difficult running a large household by one self... and raising four children is exhausting." "But they're wonderful, wonderful children." "And my husband... he's a good man." "A very hard worker." "And huuu..." "There were... there is just... one thing..." "Sometimes at night... and it comes to me." "I imagine myself... splitting his fat, bold head with a great large axe." "It's just a feeling that comes over me many... many times a day... a feeling of humm... expectation, aah... hungering." "How do you bear it, this English weather?" "I cannot sing from the sadness." "I open my mouth..." "You see?" "Nothing." "Well and with my dear Allister's gone it's two years now I..." "I should thought I'm far, far too old for this kinds of feelings... but well, there they are..." "Nurse!" "I asked you to clean this wound and put on fresh bandages." "Umm..." "Dr. Richardson told me not to waste supplies." "Is he mad?" "No..." "We must keep the wound clean to prevent sepsis." " What 'sis'?" " Sepsis." "Infection." "It's caused by germs entering the wound." "Germs." "They're tiny creatures that invade the body, causing pain, fever, infections." "I don't think I have those." " You can't see them." "They're invisible." "Please, just fetch me a beaker of carbolic acid solution and fresh bandage." "Yes, doctor." "Honestly... ugh..." "If that oaf Richardson had his way we'd perform surgery in the sewer using rusty saws and it would be Beekman's pills for everybody." "no matter the ailment..." " Granville." "I'm aware I specifically told the nurse not to change these bandages." "Soiled bandages are a haven for germs." "Germ's theory is poppycock, Granville." "Now stop speaking of it." "You're frightening the patients." "Poppycock?" "But Lister has proved it." "All the latest journals..." " Tight, Granville." "No, we won't be needing those." "Thanks very much." "A study there of calm reassurance and regular bleeding," "These are the keys to modern medicine." "Will you remain calm, when the leg putrefies and become gangrenous?" "When you amputate... when the rots spread to her blood and kills her?" "I've had quite enough of your impertinence." "Put back that bandage and bleed a pint." "Look..." "look at her, man." "You... you get more blood out of a turnip." "Do as you're told." "And give her Beekman's pills for insurance." "Beekman's pills are rubbish." "They will do nothing but bring on stomach cramps." "I won't stand here and watch you murder your patients just because you can't be bothered to read the latest science." "Hahahahaha..." "At long last we agree, Granville." "Bloody dinosaur." "Oh..." "Huh..." "Good day Mrs. Copeland." "Is Edmund in?" "I wouldn't know, sir." "Guess that at all hours my part is deliveries day and night." "If I didn't love his parents so, I would never stay." "I'd pack my bags." "And all this electrical equipment." "It's a fire hazard, that's what it is." "I'll try his study." "You." "Why have you stopped?" "Ow!" "Now, that is not what you're supposed to do." "Hello." "Ahhh..." "Oh no." "You haven't been sacked again, have you?" "I'll tell you, Edmund." "The healing arts in England are positively lethal." "It's no coincident that the morgues are placed adjacent to the hospitals." " Ahh..." "Well, this is 1880's." "We're meant to be in the midst of a medical revolution." "Is it asking too much to use just a bit of what science has provided," "Rather than..." "go about indiscriminately killing people?" "Yeah, well it's little bit like that." "What's all the fuss outside?" "My new generator." "You purchase a generator just last year." "Obsolete." "This is half the size and leaves double the power." "I never thought I'd say this." "But..." "I've lost hope." "Since I was a boy, all I wanted was to practice medicine." "And to help... people that actually needed it." "But I'm beginning to fear that the world is set against me." "Well, what you gonna do?" "Private practice, I suppose." "I shall harness myself to some greedy pill pusher." "Shut my mouth." "And pray that it nets me a steady income." "Or, I could give you ten thousand pounds, so you could whatever you wish." "uhh..." "I've told you a thousand times, Edmund." "You and your family've done quite enough for me already." "Oh, come on, Mortimer." "I'd hardly miss it." "That's not the point." "I simply must make my own way in the world." "You're so wonderfully middle class." "Haha.." "Thank you." "Oh, by the way." "There seems to be a young man sleeping on your stairs." "Really?" "Huh..." "Good Morning." "Mortimer Granville to see Dr. Dalrymple." "I have an appointment." "He's with someone now." "I see." "Very well." "I shall wait, then." "Ladies." "Ladies." "Umm..." "Ahh..." "It's lovely." "Japanese, I think." "You're a charlatan... with no more idea of a woman's wants or needs than of... of the Moon's atmosphere." "Charlotte, I simply want you to behave..." "You may be unaware, but there is a social revolution afoot." "Women, will no longer be denied our rightful place." "Try, as you might." "To keep us in a kitchen and in a drawing room." "We will not rest." "Until we are welcome in the universities, in the professions and in the voting booth." "What are you staring at?" "Yes, I can see the wheels turning." "Pity I can't stay for the pronouncement." "Charlotte!" "That woman was..." "Hysterical." "Yes, quite." "It's a very difficult case, that one." "Huh..." "I have worked at a number of hospitals in the past... year." "Guy's of course, Charing Cross." "The Westminster Hospital, most recently..." "Excellent." " St Thomas's" "Old St Thomas's" "The Poplar and Stepney sick asylum..." "Good." "Impressive." "...the diseases of the chest." "Royal Sea Bathing Infirmary..." "Fine... fine." "It's..." "It's a variety of experiences." "But, tell me doctor... what do you know of hysteria?" "Huh..." "Nothing." "Nothing?" "But it's a plague of our time." "I would venture to say, that half the women in London are affected." "It stands from an overactive uterus." "In its most severe forms, it demands drastic measures." "institutionalization, surgery even." "But in it's milder manifestations:" "Nymphomania, frigidity, melancholia, anxiety, it's eminently treatable." "Interesting." "Look." "I'll come straight to the point, doctor." "I'm keen for help." "Oh, you saw my waiting room." "Not enough hands to do the work, so to speak." "Sir, I would be enormously grateful for any position that allowed me to offer relieve to my patients with little chance of killing them." "I've treated thousands of cases, and I've not lost a single patient." "But I won't lie to you, Granville." "It's tedious, tiring work." "Are you fit?" "I have never shook from hard work in the pursuit of helping the most needy among us." "Jolly good." "Shall we say, umm... three pounds a week?" "Three pounds?" "Four." "Plus food and lodging." "I accept." "We're going to do great things together, Granville." "Good God, what a grip." "So, breakfast at eight, dinner at six." "Your room is up... ahh..." "Emily." "I want you to meet my new assistant." "Dr. Mortimer Granville." "My daughter, Emily Dalrymple." "Your servant, ma'am." "So pleased to meet you, Dr. Granville." "Emily is the angel of the house." "Since my dear wife, Melodia, passed away, Emily has run things in proper order." "Oh, and she's also quite a scientist in her own right." "Don't boast, Father." "Let me guess." "Geology?" "Botany?" "Lepidopterology?" "Phrenology." " Phrenology... hahahaha..." "Yes." "I can assure you Phrenology is an accurate science, doctor." "Yes." "The sides emulation of the bump someone's head's a varied road map to the personality, if one is properly trained to read them." "I don't mean to imply..." "I think a demonstration is in order for our young sceptic." "It will be most convivial." "Please." "What..." "Dr. Granville, you have the most perfectly formed nimbus I've ever felt." "Nimbus?" "He is a man of great wisdom." "I knew it." "I knew it" "And your mastoid is... is very well pronounced." "Doctor, you're quite sympathetic, aren't you?" "Umm... well..." "What else... what else?" "Oh..." "Oh, I'm so sorry." " What?" "It's just..." "Well your... your thrombus is so... rigid, so jotting and prominent, it startled me." "Rigid thrombus?" "Sorry." "Rigid thrombus?" "It augurs fame." "No, no, no..." "While I have the utmost respect for your method, Miss Dalrymple" "I must complain that you misread me." "I'm but a simple doctor." "I have no ambition for notoriety." "And I can assure you, your thrombus is the key to you future." "Whether you seek it or not, Dr. Granville." "You're destined for fame." "Ahoy!" "Ahoy!" "Who is this?" "Who is this, please?" "Mr. Stanton..." "Huh." "Can you hear me?" "Can you hear me now?" "Yes." "This is Edmund St. John Smythe." "No, I don't work at the telephone exchange." "You see..." "I've installed this telephone and I wanted to test it." "You're the only person they could connect me to." "Haha..." "How're things going over there?" "Sound's thrilling." "Very well." "Carry on then." "Goodbye." "Do you realize?" "I have been speaking to a barrister on the other side of London." "What about it?" "Nothing." "I don't even know the job." "Nothing to value if you have nothing to speak about." "Here I am in Grosvenor Square, and he's miles away yet, we're able to speak to each other instantaneously." "Do you think it'll catch on?" "I have no idea." "But imagine if everyone had one." "Right." "Well..." "I have just been offered a position by London's leading specialist in women's medicine." "Oh, God..." "How ghastly for you." "When do you start?" "Tomorrow." "Quite looking forward to it, actually." "Who is she?" "What?" "Hmm?" "She's his daughter." "Emily Dalrymple." "I've only met her briefly, but..." "But what?" "Oh, Edmund." "She is magnificent." "The epitome of English virtue and..." "Womanliness." "I haven't the hope." "Huh." "Handsome young doctor." "What more could a woman ask?" "Huh, better income." "Social equal." "Overrated." "A few laughs, stiff pricks." "That's all a woman wants." "And you know this because?" "Oh, I've read it in a magazine." "Oh, I see." "A toast then." "To the end of Dr. Mortimer Granville, once a brilliant student, most recently, a visionary doctor to the poor, and now, hand maid to anxious middle-aged women." "Edmund St. John Smythe." "Bachelor." "Benefactor." "Miserable student." "Sometimes drunkard." "Full time sexual deviant and supreme waster of time and money, especially if it has anything to do with the science of electricity." " To the telephone." " To the Queen." "To calling the Queen on the telephone." "Morning, Mrs. Parsons." "Oh, good morning, Doctor." "This is Dr. Granville." "He'll be assisting me this morning." "Very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Parsons." "Doctor..." "Notice the general pallor." "And how are we this morning, Mrs. Parsons?" "Still feeling anxious?" "Yes, quite anxious, doctor." "I've been having those distracting thoughts we discussed all week." "Yes." "Throughout history, the medical establishment just offered hysterical women a veritable small respond order of treatments." "Warm baths, ice baths, water jets, mesmerisation, horseback riding even." "But, I favour a more direct approach." "Now, I like to begin with a drop of musk oil... followed by oil of lilies." "Good dollop." "Are you ready, Mrs. Parsons?" "Yes... yes, doctor." "Quite ready." "Ooh..." "Now, you begin with the index finger." "Applying gentle pressure." "And slowly... slowly in a circular motion," "still pressing gently." "It's a bit like tapping your head and rubbing your tummy at the same time." "But you certainly get the hang of it." "Vulva massage was popularized by Pieter Van Foreest in the 16th century," "Who prescribed it most especially for widows and women of religious orders." " No offense, Mrs. Parsons." " None taken, Doctor." "But today, in a clinical environment with a trained professional this is the most direct, most effective treatment we can offer." "Good steady pressure." "That's the key." "Oh..." "Thank you, doctor." "Thank you." "Of course, reapply oil as needed." "Notice the effect, Doctor?" "Shortness of breath." "Blushing of the skin." "Fluttering of the eyelids, twitching." "Mourn crimson." "Vocalization." "All perfectly normal." "Merely, involuntary physiological reaction to the treatment." "Oh..." "Oh, come on!" "Come on, boy!" "Up and over!" "Steady on, Mrs. Parsons." "Steady on." "Put steady pressure." "That's the key of it all." "Tally-ho!" "Tally-ho!" "Steady she goes, Mrs. Parsons." "Steady she goes" "If she's by fierce external stimulation, we're able to elicit the pain-pleasure reaction, there by inducing the hysterical paroxysm, and causing the uterus back to its normal position." "Amazing." "The female organ is as you know incapable of experiencing any pleasurable sensation what so ever without actual penetration, of the male organ." "Arghhh..." "As you can see, Granville," "A very satisfactory paroxysm." "Well, I think we can judge this treatment a great success." "What do you say, Mrs. Parsons?" "Startling, Dr. Dalrymple." "How a full demonstration." "And those nagging thoughts?" "Gone, Doctor." "Wonderful." "Wonderful." "So, same time next week." "Umm..." "Same time tomorrow, I should say." "Moderation in all things, Mrs. Parsons." "Moderation in all things." "Is that you, Sarah?" "Hello." "Ow... missed me, Charlie!" "Sauce, sir?" "It's lovely with the fish." "Thank you." "My father was the Anglican minister of Mortlake." "Unfortunately, he and mother perished in the last cholera outbreak, when I was a boy." "After coming to London to volunteer, they contracted the disease themselves." "Oh, how dreadful." "Oh, terrible." "No doubt it's where you came to your interest in medicine." "Lord St. John Smythe, knew of my fate and without thought of the cost, brought me into his own home and provided for my welfare and education." "Just what you'd expect from a man of his standing." "There is no greater charity than the gift of education." "You read the book of Samuel Smiles?" "Is there anyone more sensible, more supremely British." "Quite." "Music, philosophy, phrenology, you're woman of many talents, Miss Dalrymple." "It's through generosity, through compassion, through simple Christian kindness, that England gospel is spread through all those who hunger..." "Hello, Father." "I'm so sorry I'm late." "Charlotte..." "Emily, hello." "Lovely earrings..." "Good evening, Charlotte." "Molly, is that you?" "Hello!" "Staying out of trouble, I heard?" "Most days, miss." "Wine?" "Yes, please." "You remember my daughter, Charlotte Dalrymple..." "Daughter?" " My new assistant, Dr. Mortimer Granville." "Oh, hello." "Lovely to meet you properly." "Careful not to prick yourself, Doctor." "What... oh!" "You are aware that the dinner begins at six." "I'm so sorry." "Lizzie Burke had her eighth baby today." "A little girl." "She was turn the wrong way around, it took forever to get her out." "It was unbelievable." "Must we speak of such things at table?" "Emily." "Dr. Granville." "How is your fish?" "Very fresh and very flaky, thank you." "And Emily, are the parsnips to your liking?" "Oh... that's enough, Charlotte." "Only trying to make the conversation sufficiently benign." "Dr. Granville" "What say you?" "Childbirth." "Nasty, uncomfortable topic best avoided at supper or a miracle of life suited for any setting?" "I believe that serious medical matters, are best left to those who're trained in them." "The lame Doctor in my neighbourhood, but can only steady his scalpel with a quart of gin." "What say you, then?" "Charlotte is the mistress at the Eastern Settlement, house of haven for the less fortunate." "Yes, unfortunately, the experience's left her without a sense of punctuality or decorum." "Oh, that's probably true." "I suppose I should've said to Lizzie, "Hold tight darling, won't be a minute." "Just got to pop home." "Mustn't be late for supper"" "I don't know why you bother coming here at all if your sole intention is to be disruptive." "It isn't my sole intention." "We're out of coal again and I need ten pounds." "No, no, no, no." "I already told you yesterday, I'm not giving you any further support in that regard." "I know you did but I didn't think you meant it." "Well if that what it takes to bring to your senses, so be it." "I've been dodging you too long." "I've allowed you to roam the street of London late at night." "Streets that I would be frighten to go into in broad daylight." "I've taken into my own home the employ of... an inexperience maid at your request." "But no more." "Then father please give me my dowry." "Haha..." "What..." "To be wasted on prostitutes and factory workers?" "I don't think so." "No, no." "Not until you marry." "I would rather offer myself to a band of ravenous Cossacks." " The parsnips are delicious." "Are they not?" "I do find they work wonderfully with the fish." "Don't you think?" "it's not the Middle Ages." "She will able to marry whoever she pleases." "No!" "It's not proper." "Now you give up this settlement house and step up to your responsibility." "And until you do so, I will not give you another penny." "And I won't come here anymore." "Not for charity or for company." "And you may threaten me with privation, with bankruptcy, with a life that knows only hunger and squalor." "But I shall never veer, from what I know to be my own true path." "And don't slam..." "Does she slam every door?" "Very difficult case, that one." "Good night, Doctor." "How is it, Miss Dalrymple that... you are so much the ideal one." "And your sister is so... so volatile?" "Well, I'm hardly ideal, Doctor." "And..." "Charlotte, she just... feels everything so strongly." "If you truly knew her, you would see she's terribly clever and wonderfully charitable." "If she's earn such love and admiration from one so kind and gentle as yourself," "I should never speak poorly of her." "Good night, Doctor." "Good night, Miss Dalrymple." "Don't, Frank." "How are you, this morning?" "We doing fine." "He just misses his mother." "You know what..." "I was thinking about you this morning." "Do you know what we going to start with?" "Drawing." "Pardon me." "It's quite alright, handsome." "Molly, is it?" "That's right, sir." "But my friends call me Molly the Lolly." "And I think that we can be friends." "Molly the Lolly." "That's an unusual nickname." "Fancy a lick?" "No, no." "Thank you." "Only six buck for the gentlemen like yourself." "It will only take me a minute." "Well, that's a generous offer, I'm sure." "But I have a very busy day ahead of me." "So, so, so... perhaps another time, okay?" "No, no, no." "What I mean to say is..." "Well, if you'll excuse me." "Suit yourself." "You alright, Fannie?" "Yeah..." "It's nothing." "Fannie, what is it?" "What?" "It's George." "Again." "I think he's gonna land us on the street this time." " Oh, no, no, miss." "I can't..." " No, take it." "Take it." "Straight to the landlord." "No stopping." "I'll see you tonight." "Mrs. Bellamy, is it?" "I'm Dr. Granville, Dr. Dalrymple new associate." "Good morning." "Very pleased to meet you, Doctor." "You've been here before?" " Yes." "So you are aware of the procedure?" "Indeed." "Going well?" "Yes, quite." "Thank you." "As I said before, I'm leaving you in very good hands, Mrs. Bellamy." "Oh.. hahaha..." "Thank you, doctor." "Good day." "Shall we begin?" "Sorry about that." " You alright, Doctor?" " Yes, quite." "Thank you." "Here we go, then." "Please let me know if anything is uncomfortable." "That's very nice, Doctor." "Thank you." "Very nice, indeed." "Don't you understand?" "It's an emergency." "The situation is desperate." "It's completely impossible, madam." "I'll do anything." "Mille grazie." "You are very welcome, Signora." "Next." "You knew they're turning patients away." "Really?" "I hadn't notice." "I think because of you." "This may be broken." "Something wrong with your hand?" "Just a twinge." "Allow me." "You seem to have settled in nicely, Granville." "Now, you may have noticed that I'm not getting any younger." "And with only two daughters," "I have no one to carry on the practice." "I was wondering whether you might like to consider becoming a partner." "Papa, that's a wonderful idea." "I..." "I'm speechless." "And who knows if things go well, this practice may end up yours." "Since my dear wife Melodia, passed away..." "God rest her soul." "Emily has diligently and professionally managed the household." "I've no doubt that one day she would make a fine Doctor's wife, with that experience." "Charming." "I do hope I'm not expected to stay here until after supper, everyday." "I'm very sorry, Mrs. Smalley, I'll be on schedule tomorrow." "I promise." "I do hope so." "Right." "Just in here." "We'll sit you down." "Miss Dalrymple, what a surprise!" "I'm afraid that your father isn't here." "Good." "Well, in that case I must tell you that we work only to appointment." "Fannie has broken her ankle." "I was hoping to persuade you to treat it?" "I'll have the fish and chips." "That's the rum talking." "It's all I had to ease the pain." "Normally I don't recommend extreme drunkenness, but it's probably a very good choice." "Let have a look at it." "I should tell you, we've no money." "Good night, Mrs. Smalley." "Oh.." "Good night." "Let's take her inside." " Thank you." "I'm not wearing any knickers." "Well, I'm sure it's an honest mistake." "You want to look?" " What are these for?" " I'll explain later." "There we go." " Lie back." "Very good." "Now, Fannie..." " Yes." "I want you to count to three for me." "Can you do that?" "Yes, I think so." "One, two..." "You said three, bloody hell!" "She's out, I think." "Forgive me." "I wanted her thoughts elsewhere." "I need some plaster, for her ankle." "I didn't know my father had any proper medical supplies in here anymore." "Crimean War's supplies I imagine." "Is your hand alright?" "A bit stiff actually." "Why are you so opposed to your father?" "My father..." "You know he's never been to the settlement house." "I simply wish he helped people like Fannie who really need it." "Instead of the trivial work he does here." "It's hardly trivial." "That one is a little bit sloppy, thank you nurse." "I apologize." "Hysteria is a disabling condition suffered by half the women in this city." "Keeps you busy, I see." "Does wonders for disagreeable personalities." "You find me disagreeable?" "I've only ever seen you shout at people and slam doors." "At least I've got the courage of my convictions." "And few friends, I would imagine?" "Good." "Well, I'need to see you again in six weeks, Fanny, to remove the cast." "Thank you, Doctor." "Yes, you've been a great help." "You're both very welcome." "If you ever get bored, of nervous housewives feel free to pay us a visit." "Hello, Mortimer." "Please, sit down." "Emily..." "I've been..." "Oh, Emily..." "I've been thinking... should things progress as your father suggested and I one day I inherit the practice, what would your feelings be, about... well, an arrangement?" "Mortimer..." "I should be honoured." "Most especially as it will make father so happy." "Right... right." "Umm..." "Oh, that's settled." "Duty first, as always, Emily." "Life is of little value unless it be consecrated by duty." "Oh..." "Quite, yes." "Granville." "A word?" "I must insist that you give Charlotte no further assistance of any sort." "It merely prolongs her relationship with those people and that place." "The woman had a broken ankle." "I admire your dedication, Doctor." "But we can't have day labourers trade things through the office." "This is a very exclusive and I might add, lucrative practice." "Appearances matter." "I have taken a solemn oath, Sir." "I thought we had an understanding, you and I... about your future here." "That's last of it, Miss." "Oh, Jack." "Thank you." "Well, then." "It's a two hundred late today plus what's on account... three carry to one... seven and six, I think." "Yes... yes, that's right." "May I pay you Friday next?" "I'm sorry, miss." "But the gov is very clear." "Cash only, he said." "And get the balance." "Would you tell your employer, that my father, Dr. Dalrymple, has absolutely promised a very large donation to the settlement house this coming Friday and I'll will bring him the money myself." "I'll make it state, miss." "Nobody appreciates more than me what you've done here." "My boy, Frank, says you're the strawberries and the cream." "Shush..." "Friday, then." " Ta!" "Mortimer... must you wear that ghastly hand brace?" "I must find some way to attend to these women properly." "I believe the French have quite a bit of luck using their tongues." "Please be serious." "We're speaking of my patients." "They need me." "Perhaps for the first time, I feel... truly useful." "Aren't you a rainy day?" "Oh, don't worry, something will come along, simply..." " Oww!" "I wish I could share your optimism." "Oh..." "Excuse me." "Just... just..." "Dr. Granville." " Oh..." " Are you all right?" " Yes, I think so." "Thank you." "Have you quite finished, Doctor?" "Edmund, this is Emily's sister Charlotte." "Charlotte Dalrymple," "Edmund St. John Smythe." "Oh, Edmund Smythe from the papers." "Overblown..." "I assure you" "I attended that party as a favour to a dear friend and I can swear I never met that horse before in my life." "Sounds as if you had a jolly good time." "Actually, I do, rather." "What brings you to the west-end, Miss Dalrymple?" "Begging for money, unsuccessfully till now." "Ah, yes." "Miss Dalrymple runs a settlement house in the East end." "How fascinating." "I must be going." "Oh, that seems as your hand's no better." "It must be difficult pleasuring half the women in the city." "Madam, pleasure has nothing to do with it." "I can assure you." "Well I suppose that depends on whether you're over the table or on it." "Goodbye." "You know how much we admire your spirit, Charlotte." "And we're lifelong friends of your father." "But these elements you work with are nothing more than the draught horses of society." "I don't see how charity will help..." "If not charity, perhaps a loan." "A loan?" "How much?" "Two hundred pounds." "Generally, a loan has some security, dear." "They were my mother's." "They should cover the balance and more." "We will give you two hundred pounds at eight percent interest." " Thank you." "Now I want you to be sure you understand this is strictly business, Charlotte." " Yes, yes, yes, yes." "We won't hesitate to collect..." "I understand." "Thank you." "Mr. Huddleston." "Thank you." "Thank you for your time and your generousity..." "Mrs. Huddleston, thank you." "It means a great deal to so many people." "Thank you, thank you." "Scandalous..." "Hello?" "Dr. Granville..." "Trolling for patients?" "Afraid you find no cases of hysteria here." "Women are all too busy trying to find enough to eat." "Miss Dalrymple." "Always speaking out of turn." "No." "I come to enquire about Miss Fanny broken ankle." "A house call?" "Surely, there's no harm following up with the patient?" "None at all." "No pain?" "No." "Nothing." "I was going to take her to see you on Friday." "There's no bother." "I was in the neighbourhood." "I was..." "I was near the neighbourhood." " How's that feel?" " Fine, thank you Doctor." "Would you like a cup of tea, Doctor?" "Oh, no, thank you." "Dr. Granville." "It's the least we can offer." "Yes." "Alright then." "Cup of tea would be lovely." "Take it easy on that for a few days." " Yes, Doctor." "Very good." "Now wait for me in a moment." "You can wait just through there." "Hello..." "Hang on." "Just getting to the good bit." "Thank you." "I wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing how that turn out." "Milk, Doctor?" " Please." "We use this room mostly as a nursery." "I do fit in a little bit of teaching now and then." "Promoting some aggressive political agenda, no doubt." "Sums and letters mostly." "Occasionally we sneak in something slightly progressive." "Oh... you might like this." "Actually look." "For example... this is where the children wash their hands." "We use soap and boiled water." "We do our best to keep the settlement sanitary, but... you can't imagine the filth and the germs." "You know about germs?" "I do read, Doctor." "I spend years trying to convince the medical establishment that hand washing prevent disease and unsuccessfully." "And then here you are teaching it to the children." "And with great success." "I know." "With the parents is another story." "But, eventually the children will teach them themselves." "Bravo." "For the women, we're trying to provide services that will offer the most direct result." "Good hot meals, safe place for their children and communal laundry." "I think that if we can ease their work load a bit." "We could get on to the important work, of changing their minds." "You Madam, are a socialist." "A socialist?" "What if I am?" "Are there not eight horsemen in a crew?" "Socialism, it isn't hard." "It's nothing more than a group pulling together." "If women pull together, if they weren't so frightened..." "There's no telling what we could accomplish." "Andn this revolution that you're planning, will you achieved it all from here?" "Drop a stone in a pond and it will make ripples." "This is a bit like pond." "It is true." "I've noticed." " Yes." "The building adjacent, and the one behind, are both for sale for two thousand pounds." "Put them together, and we're not just a classroom and a kitchen we're a centre for the neighbourhood with a garden, a proper school, maybe even a medical clinic." "Two thousand pounds is aiming quite high, don't you think?" "No, I don't think so." "I know, by the time I'm gone, women will have the vote they have equal education and rights over their own bodies." "and I'd like to play some small part in making that happen." "Absolutely." "And then, you should teach them how to fly." "I would." "You just wait and see, Doctor." "I'd like to see your face." "Your passion, your devotion to this work is admirable." "Honestly," "I get much more out of it than they do." "They only get food and laundry and I'm getting a useful life." "And I set my own hours." "You know..." "I could really use the help of an able Doctor on a more regular basis." "Breaking an ankle is the least of it." "All the children suffer from malnutrition, scurvy, even cholera and typhus." "All preventable as you know with the knowledge and resources." "I'm afraid my patients keep me very busy." "I only mean..." "I only mean a weekend a month." "I don't believe I would have the time." "Or even a few hours on a Sunday." "Anything would help." "I'm sorry." "Please." "Please." " Miss Dalrymple." "I'm afraid I can't help." "You can't... or you won't?" "It's a bit more complex than that." "I know, I know." "It's..." "It's my father." "He wouldn't allow it, would he?" "Is that why you came here?" "To keep me from bringing Fannie back to his posh little practice?" "Thank you for the tea." "Run along Doctor." "Back to your... silly comfortable life." "Mrs. Castellari, Doctor." "Send her in, Nurse." " Mrs. Castellari." "Mrs. Castellari, how are you?" "Sad, Doctore." "Very sad today." "Good, good." "Lie back, please." "Ayy!" "Your hand is so cold, Doctore." "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Castellari." "I forgot." "Yes." "Is that better?" "I think that's enough for today, Doctore." "Feeling better, than?" "Mrs. Castellari!" "Mrs. Castellari!" "I assure you Mrs. Castellari, this has never happened to me before." "You have discredited my entire practice." "I'm very sorry." "Sorry will hardly suffice." "Your disability is clearly far more serious than you led me to believe." "Ms. Castellari tells me you fail to complete the treatment." "And now," "I discovered that Mrs. Parsons has stopped coming altogether." "If you could only see your way towards giving me one more chance, I can assure you..." "No." "I thought you were someone I could trust, with my business, my family, my reputation." "But, clearly I was mistaken." "You're dismissed." "Doctor." " Dismissed!" "I'm terribly sorry." "I'm finished, Edmund." "Completely buggered." "I had a perfect life within reach and, I lost it." "All due to hand cramps." "God!" "Someone's telephoned." "Ahoy!" "I didn't know you had a telephone." "I'm very, very flattered." "Yeah." "Oh, yes, indeed." "My God!" "Now I'm inventing a new cleaning tool." "Yeah, very good." "Yes." "Yeah, do that..." "Got to rush, actually now." "Goodbye." "Oh..." "Don't stop." "I think you're enjoying yourself too much." "It makes your hand feel all... all warm and tingling." "I feel it right down to the bone." "Oh, really?" "Turn it back on." "Please..." "That's bloody marvelous!" "Well, that's what I call good steady pressure." "Does it go any higher?" "Go on." "That's it." "That's the spot." "My feathers!" "This is the spot, indeed." "Bugger..." "You smell burning?" "But you said yourself that you could feel the vibration deep inside..." "I know what I said." "But this is crude and rough and inexact and nothing at all like the motion and pressure that I use." "Didn't seem to have lost the time." "I grant you." "If this works, it could put you back in good standing with Dr. Dalrymple and Emily." "Edmund, let me be perfectly clear about this." "We are not going to take a dangerous explosive and untried electrical device and press it against the ladies most gentle areas." "That's it, then." "I believe I shall regret this to the very end of my days." "Now, who should we try it on?" "Ordinarily for five pounds, I wouldn't ask questions." "That's with the men." "This is a different kettle of fish." "I don't believe it will involve any pain." "But if it does, we will stop immediately." "Think of it this way, Molly." "for one brief moment, you could be a pioneer of technology." "A voyager for the British Empire, and quite possibly, the vanguard of modern medical science." "And we pay up front." "Why not?" "Do your worst." "Ooh..." " Are you hurt?" "No." "No." "It just scared me." "That's all." "I've never felt one like that before." "Shall I stop?" "No, no." "Try again." "I'll be ready this time." "Oh, right there." "Yes, like that." "How do you feel, Molly?" "Bloody marvellous, what do you think?" "Would you say you had a paroxysm?" "I'd say three from counting." "It got a little muddled in the middle." "It's astonishing." "What you call that little thing?" "Well, I was calling it a feather duster." "Well, let's think of something quick." "So the girls know what to ask for." "Whore's feathers?" "I give you my word as a gentleman, sir." "Three paroxysms in five minutes." "No harm came to the girl?" "She was completely satisfied with the result." "Yes." "Well, I can hardly take the word of a trollop." "That's why we must try it here." "Medical science demands a thorough investigation." "What better place to start than with these women whom we know suffer so from hysteria?" "Yes." "Well, in my opinion, change is rarely beneficial." "I believe we're on the verge of something revolutionary, sir." "If we achieve half as much of your patients, all the credit goes to you." "Not just money, fame." "Three paroxysms in five minutes, you say?" "Very well." "One test case." "But if she comes to harm, on your head be it." "The rubby-nubby." "The vibratorium." "Jiggly-wiggly?" "Paroxysamator." "Oh, the sorcerer's apprentice." " Excitator?" " Mr. Wobbler." "What about, the squealer?" "You gonna need a bigger appointment book." "Electric massage?" "I don't know." "I have full confidence that the machine will equal if not better, any treatment you've had before." "And, since you're so unsatisfied last time," "I'm prepared to offer you this, gratis." "I'll trust you, Doctore." "This is Mr. Edmund St..." "That is my electrical assistant." "He'll be attending as well, if that's alright?" "It's a little surprising at first, Mrs. Castellari." "But don't be alarmed, you'll soon get used to it." "Everything all right, Mrs. Castellari?" "Bravo!" "Well done." "So, don't forget to chain the gate." "And, oh..." "I left the candle lit in the kitchen." "Go, and have a lovely evening." "You know, I think I will." "Bye." "Dr. Mortimer Granville." "Oh, I'm sorry." "We're closing." " Get her out of there." "Two hundred pounds plus interest, or we lock the gate." "But I don't have it." "Right." "I'm locking the gate." "Get off me!" "No doubt, you're the luckiest man in all of London." " Miss Dalrymple." "Miss Charlotte Dalrymple." "Will you excuse me, ladies?" "Miss Dalrymple." "Dr. Granville, good evening." "Congratulations." "I'm sure you'll make my sister very happy." "Something wrong?" "No, no." "I just never seen you so..." "Formally attired?" "I was going to say... clean." "Dr. Granville, I can assure you that women enjoy physical pleasure just as much as men, even if it can be harsh to come by." " Physical pleasure has nothing to do with it." "It is strictly a medical treatment that stimulates the nervous system." "Indeed it does, doesn't it." "Bargain at a guinea." "But my point is, according to your diagnosis, hysteria seems to cover everything, from insomnia to toothache." "It's not my..." " It's nothing more than a catch-all for dissatisfied women." "women, forced to spend their lives on domestic chores and their prudish and selfish husbands who are unwilling or unable to make love to them properly, or often enough." "You seem to have strong opinions on husbands for a woman who doesn't have one." "Look, if you don't believe me, ask your patients." "Faintly ironic, don't you think." "Use my engagement party as an opportunity to deliver your ill opinions on marriage?" " Yes, yes." "and I apologize for that, but you must admit, you men really did get the best side of the bargain." "Bargain?" "It's mindless housework and dating some halfwit..." "You can make some halfwit very happy." "It simply not enough for me, or for most women." "Would it be enough for you?" "I'm not most women." "Wouldn't you be lonely?" "I will take a partner." "An equal." "But, not for me a life of darning socks, doing chores until my mental faculties become Sunday pudding." "Does someone say Sunday pudding?" "Lord and Lady St. John Smythe may I present" "Miss Dalrymple." "Miss Dalrymple, my guardians." "Lord and Lady St. John Smythe." "Charlotte "Sunday pudding" Dalrymple." "So please to meet you, my dear." "I love a good Sunday pudding." "Cannot be happier for you, Mortimer." "You make us proud, each and every day." "Thank you." "Lovely earrings." "Oh, thank you." "They were my mother's." "Will your mother be joining us this evening?" "No, my mother is in fact dead, my Lord." "I trust we didn't waste an invitation on her." "What about your father?" "Will he be here or is he dead as well?" "No." "My father is quite well." "Thank you." "I've not seen him but I'm sure he'll be here soon." "Oh, hurry up." "Damn you." "Give a move on!" "Dont keep the love of your life waiting, my dear." "A toast to the happy couple." "You'll soon find that the key to a happy marriage is the ability to enjoy a good argument." " Yes." "Do remember to let him win once in a while, my dear." "Oh..." "Oh... no, no." "There's a misunderstanding." "I'd rather marry Edmund than Dr. Granville." "Marry Edmund?" "Sure, she's a live one." "Who is this man?" "That's my father." "I thought he was dead." "May I present, Dr. Robert Dalrymple." "My Lord." "And this is my fiancée, Emily Dalrymple." "Fiancée?" "But I thought..." "Never mind, dear." "How very nice to meet you, Doctor." " My Lady." "Miss Dalrymple." "I do apologize for being so late." "That's quite alright." "Your hair is the most adventurous, Emily." "Oh, do you think so?" "It took it so long to get it up there." "Shall we do the guest surround?" "Well, yes." " Excuse us." "Port, Doctor?" "Delightful." "Tell me how you met our young Mortimer?" "Lovely party." "Yes... yes, it is." "What are your interests?" "Music, I enjoy reading." "Phrenology." "Mortimer is so modest.." "Didn't tell us how widely accomplished you are." "Phrenology is a treasure map to the personality if one is properly trained." "We are licensing this machine to doctors all over London." "For a very generous royalty, of course." "I despise business." "So do I." "Oh, Mr. And Mrs. Huddleston." "Come, let me introduce you." "Good evening, Mr. Huddleston." "Mrs. Huddleston, do you know Dr. Granville?" "Not personally." "Very nice to meet you." " Charmed." "Looks though you going to be getting these earrings after all." "You'll have to excuse us." "I'm sorry." "That was a little odd." "These earrings are the security against the loan for the settlement house which is due tomorrow." "So this is my last night with them." "They were your mother's." "Yes, they were." "You do what you must." "I'm sure she would have approved." "Bugger." "Throughout history, great English families have gathered in halls such as this, to celebrate the impending nuptial..." "Lord, save us." "Tell me." "What happened?" "They came for the money, I told them that I didn't have it..." "Mr. Huddleston, what's the meaning of this?" "You gave us until Monday." "I no longer hold the note, Charlotte." "Your father does." "Father?" "Charlotte, calm down." "I'm simply doing what's best for you." "What are you doing?" "I purchased the note from Mr. Huddleston, and I'm closing down the settlement house." "You no longer have any debt..." "These are the actions of a villain." "Charlotte." " Of a villain" "This is your sister's engagement party." "Party?" "She's bruised and bleeding." "You want me to consider a party?" "Make way, please." "Leave her." " This is a private party." "You're not manhandling her." "Let me handle this." "We've got this under control." "I'm a doctor." "I believe this woman needs medical attention." "I don't know that, sir, but I do know she's not staying." "I haven't done anything wrong." "Please stop." "She's hurt." "Just behave yourself.." "If we can discuss this like civilized men." "Let me by." "I said let me by." "Damn." "Did I miss something?" "I would never have imagine it will come to this." "But we'll have to help her." "There's nothing 'but', Emily." "I've tried indulging her, I've tried a firm hand." "I'm at my wit's end." "Mortimer." "Please, she's my sister." "What would you have me do?" "You must testify on her behalf." " And say what?" " The truth." "That she's hysterical." "Sir, they will send her to a sanatorium." "That's the only thing that will keep her out of prison." "Order!" "Order!" "This court will come to order." "The facts are these, Your Honour." "One fortnight ago, the defendant, Charlotte Dalrymple, in full view of witnesses, assaulted a police constable carrying out his duty." "If this were a first offense, then a short prison sentence might suffice, but... this isn't the first offence, is it Miss Dalrymple?" "You were arrested last April on public nuisance and resisting arrest." "Your honour, I was handing out suffragette leaflets in Trafalgar Square when two officers arrested me." "The officers sworn statements read:" ""Miss Dalrymple was asked to leave the square, where upon she started to shout and jump about"." ""When finally we did try to place her in handcuffs, she resisted most violently"." "No." "That is not true." "You will speak only when questionrd, Miss Dalrymple." "Well, how am I to defend myself against his accusation if you won't let me speak?" "Is there more?" "I'm afraid there is, Your Honour." "October 1879, solicitation." "No, that was not me." "My friend, Molly... she is a prostitute." "She was a prostitute." "She has since found gainful employment, as a maid, in my father's house." "Anything else, Mr. Squyers?" "No, Your honour." "No?" "Nothing else?" "What's of the crime of charity and compassion?" "Very admirable I'm sure." "Seems that the help included prostitution, resisting arrest and assaulting police officers." "One could only imagine the cost to England, if she should be extending university education to all her women." "Yes, it's very easy, isn't it?" "to make fun of women's lives." "I would like to see you, walk for one mile in our shoes," "I imagine that your mirth would turn, first to sympathy and then to despair." "Be careful, Miss Dalrymple." "Your symptoms are showing." "Until England fully recognizes the worth and contributions of women, will she'll be anything other than a second class country despite all her wealth?" "That's enough, Miss Dalrymple." "Your Honour, Charlotte Dalrymple clearly suffers from erratic, aggressive and violent emotions," "That are best described, as incurable hysteria." "To buttress my opinion, I would like to call an expert witness, Your Honour." "Proceed, Mr. Squyers." "I would like to call Dr. Mortimer Granville," "If it pleases the court." "Mortimer Granville, please." "Dr. Mortimer Granville." "Your Honour." "The evidence you shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth nothing but the truth so help you God!" "I will." "State your name." "Mortimer Granville." "Now, I'm sure we all are well aware of your celebrity, Doctor." "But, if you wouldn't mind just telling us a little of your professional experience." "I'm a medical doctor whose practice consists of treating women diagnosed with hysteria." "And in this capacity, how many women have you treated?" "Hundreds, certainly." "And always good results, I trust?" "We've had few complaints of late." "Is it true Dr. Granville that, incurable cases of hysteria demand institutionalization and surgical hysterectomy?" "Please answer the question, Dr. Granville." "Well, yes." "Traditionally, yes." "But only in the most severe, most persistence cases..." "Thank you, doctor." "We have already address the... the persistence of Miss Dalrymple problem." "In your professional opinion, Doctor, as an expert in the field of hysteria, how would you describe Miss Dalrymple behaviour?" "Without a doubt," "Charlotte Dalrymple is... erratic," "and volatile, and at times physically aggressive." "She is also the most vexing woman I've ever met." "Thank you, doctor." "Your Honour, based on this evidence," "I find that, I must recommend that Charlotte Dalrymple be remanded to the institute for the criminally insane." "With a further recommendation for immediate surgical hysterectomy." "I wasn't quite finished." "Miss Dalrymple is also the most generous, compassionate, selfless and truly Christian woman that I have ever met." "Doctor, you just sworn that she is erratic, volatile, even physically aggressive." "Would you not characterize that as hysterical?" "Well, you see... after consulting with my patients and considerable reflection," "It is my professional opinion that hysteria is a fiction." "It's nothing but a... a catch-all diagnosis for women without opportunity forced to spend their lives tending to domestic chores and selfish, prudish husband who are unwilling or unable to make love to them properly." "Or often enough." "I beg your pardon, Doctor..." "Your Honour, the Constable suffered no grave injury." "but great harm may still be done if Miss Dalrymple is locked away and butchered." "And England will lose a devoted and singular woman she can ill afford to spare." "I grant you, there may not be room in the world for more than one Charlotte Dalrymple." "Fortunately for all of us," "I think they must've broken the mold." "In the case of Charlotte Dalrymple, there are no easy answers." "Mr. Squyers," "I find your case for hysteria wanting." "By your reasoning, we should lock up every female in whom whimsy and logic collide which would suggest me most of the women in England." "My wife included." "On behalf of that matter, however" "I am loath to offer precedent where a policeman safety is being served." "Miss Dalrymple, for striking a police officer in the course of his duty," "I sentenced you to thirty days in prison." "And I admonish you to think most carefully and act most cautiously in the future." "Take her." "Miss Dalrymple." "Dr. Granville." "I suppose I owe you my uterus." "That's an interesting offer, something to meditate on, while I consider a new career." "Mortimer Granville, you're a good doctor, and you should remain one." "Instead of leaching and bleeding people and cutting them up to no purpose you have invented a machine that does harm to no one and makes anyone who comes in contact with it to feel better." "I should think there are very few doctors in history that could have a glimpse of such accomplishment." "You are a confounding woman." "You're all fier and brimstone in one minute, compliments and common sense the next." "I am a woman like any other." "No, no." "You're quite unlike any women I've ever met." "Will you be alright?" "I'm fine." "I've got lots of friends in prison." "Mortimer!" "Thought I might find you here." "I've been thinking a lot about my future." "And... well, actually" "I was wondering if you might give me a reading." "I'm sorry." "I've give up phrenology." "Oh, Emily, I'm..." "I'm so sorry." "Don't be." "Charlotte's trial was a revelation for me as well." "I realized..." "I haven't been living my life at all." "I've been living my father's idea what my life should be." "Phrenology, Chopin." "Even you, Mortimer." "You seem happy." "I am." "After all, life will always be to a large extent to what we ourselves make it." "The inimitable Mr. Smiles." "I shall miss him." "And I shall miss you." "God, you're naughty." "I should never send one of them to you." "No, no." "Not even for Christmas." "You must go out and purchase one for yourself." "God bless you, Mom." "It is a clever old woman who can keep up with today's technology." "Alright then." "Lovely chatting to you." "Ring me anytime." "Goodbye." "Any prospects?" "My name is mud." "Open this." "I told you before I don't want your money." "It's not my money, it's yours." "It's your share of the royalties of our manufacturers." "The portable electric massager." "The portable electric massager?" "Yes, I told you I was working on something rather exciting." "You see, I made a very small motor." "It seemed to go rather well, so I shared it to few firms, and they simply adored it." "And apparently, they're selling it directly to women for home use." "I really have to admit, I never thought it'd go so high but, it is a rather ingenious devise even if I say so myself." "Don't you understand, Mortimer?" "You have your fortune now." "You can have anything you want." "Miss Dalrymple." "Dr. Granville." "Hello." "Merry Christmas." "I realize it's a day early but I thought you might need it." "I don't know what to say." "Apparently, there is a first time for everything." "Right." "May I?" "That's lovely." "Oh, that's very kind." "Oh, there's something more." "Think of it as a getting out of prison present." "You once said that with two thousand pounds, you can change the world." "You're not serious?" "Apparently, I'm rich." "And the buildings are yet for sale." "Well, I'm not too late, am I?" "You're still interested?" "Yes, of course." "More than ever." "Although I should think by the time I finished, a few thousand pounds wuold not be nearly enough..." "Are you never satisfied, woman?" "Might be enough for a clinic." "Clinic?" "Would it pay well?" "I'm afraid not." "Would the cases be interesting?" "Routine, I should think." "Broken bones, sick children, needy women." "Sounds revolting." "Perhaps something else." "Perhaps something there." "I wondered if you might have an opening for a partner, for an equal?" "Mortimer, if you think..." "Oh damn it!" "Charlotte Dalrymple," "I love you." "Will you marry me?" "Please don't make me beg." "Not in the street." "I need to kiss you first." "Charlotte, I hardly think that in the circumstance..." " Did you like it?" " Yes, it was rather nice actually." "And yourself?" "Not bad." "You'll get better." "Who would've thought?" "Charlotte and Mortimer, together." "Life often brings together strange bedfellows." "Yes, quite... quite." "Well, all's well that ends well." "Fresh air and perambulation." "The key to mental equity and long life." "If you say so, Doctor." "Oh, look." "Ducks." "You alright down there, Colonel?" "Patience, Eugenia." "Patience." "The empire was not built in a day." "That's very casual of you." "What are you wearing?"