Good afternoon to you,
young man. Where are you bound?
Number 1 7. Got some parties here
in tow what wants to see it.
- Enter that in the log.
- Aye, aye, sir.
A word of advice, young man:
Storm signals are up
at Number 1 7.
Bit of heavy weather
brewing there.
Thank you, sir.
Keep an eye skinned.
Here we are.
Number 1 7 Cherry Tree Lane.
Residence of
George Banks, Esquire.
Hello, hello, hello.
The Admiralґs right.
Heavy weather brewinґ
at Number 1 7, and no mistake.
- Leave her alone!
- Shut up!
Iґll show you. Donґt you be trying
to stop the wretched creature!
Let her go, thatґs what I say,
and good riddance!
I never liked her from the
moment she set foot in the door.
But who gets stuck with
the children with no nanny
in the house? Me, thatґs who!
Her and her high
and mighty ways!
And that face of her that would
stop a coal barge, it would.
Indeed, Mrs Brill! I wouldnґt
stay in this house another minute...
not if you heap me with
all the jewels in Christendom.
No, no, Katie Nanna, donґt go!
Stand away from that door,
my girl!
But what am I gonna tell
the master about the children?
Itґs no concern of mine.
Those little beasts have run
away from me for the last time.
They must be somewhere. Did you
look around the zoo in the park?
You know how Jane
and Michael is.
Coo! You donґt think the lion
couldґve got at them, do ya?
You know how fond they was
of hanginґ around the cage.
I said my say,
and thatґs all Iґll say.
Iґve done with this house forever.
Well, hip, hip, hooray!
And donґt stumble
on the way out, dearie.
Now, now, Katie Nanna!
Mrs Banks! Sheґs home!
Our daugHterґs daugHters will adore us
and weґll sing in grateful cHorus
ґґWell done,
Sister Suffragetteґґ
Good evening,
Katie Nanna, Ellen.
We had the most
glorious meeting!
Mrs Whitbourne-Allen chained
herself to the wheel of
the Prime Ministerґs carriage.
- You shouldґve been there.
- Mrs Banks, I would like
a word with you.
And Mrs Ainslie, she was
carried off to prison...
singing and scattering pamphlets
all the way!
Iґm glad youґre home, madam. Iґve
always given the best thatґs in me--
Oh, thank you, Katie Nanna.
I always knew you were one of us.
Weґre clearly soldiers
in petticoats
And dauntless crusaders
for womenґs votes
THougH we adore men
individually
We agree tHat as a group
tHeyґre ratHer stupid
- Mrs Banks.
- Cast off tHe sHackles of yesterday
SHoulder to sHoulder
into tHe fray
Our daugHterґs daugHters
will adore us
And tHeyґll sing
in grateful cHorus
ґґWell done
Sister Suffragetteґґ
Being that as it may, I do not
wish to offend, but I--
From Kensington to Billingsgate
one Hears tHe restless cries
From every corner of tHe land
womankind arise
Political equality
and equal rigHts witH men
Take Heart for Mrs PankHurst
Has been clapped in irons again
No more tHe meek and mild
subservients we
Weґre figHting for our rigHts
militantly
Never you fear
If I may have a word, Mrs Banks.
- So cast off tHe sHackles of yesterday
- Mrs Banks!
And sHoulder to sHoulder
into tHe fray
Our daugHterґs daugHters
will adore us
And tHeyґll sing
in grateful cHorus
- ґґWell doneґґ
- Mrs Banks.
- ґґWell doneґґ
- Mrs Banks.
- ґґWell done, Sister Suf--ґґ
- Mrs Banks!
- What is it, Katie Nanna?
- Mrs Banks, I have something
to say to you.
- Where are the children?
- The children, madam...
to be precise,
are not here.
Theyґve disappeared again.
Katie Nanna, this is really
too careless of you.
Doesnґt it make
the third time this week?
The fourth, madam. And I for one
have had my fill of it.
Iґm not one to speak ill
of the children, but--
Oh, please, when do you
expect them home?
I really couldnґt say.
And now if youґd be good enough
to compute my wages, Iґll--
Oh, gracious, Katie Nanna! Youґre not
leaving? What will Mr Banks say?
Heґs going to be cross enough
as it is to come home and find
the children missing.
Ellen, put these things