Now, now, Katie Nanna!
>> ♪ (singing) ♪ >> Mrs. Banks! She's home!
>> ♪ Our daughter's daughters will adore us, and we'll sing in grateful chorus, ♪
♪ "Well done, Sister Suffragette" ♪ Good evening, Katie Nanna, Ellen.
We had the most glorious meeting! Mrs. Whitbourne-Allen chained herself
to the wheel of the prime minister's carriage. You should've 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! >> I'm glad you're home, madam.
I've always given the best that's in me. >> Oh, thank you, Katie Nanna.
I always knew you were one of us. ♪ (triumphant music) ♪
♪ We're clearly soldiers in petticoats And dauntless crusaders for women's votes ♪
♪ Though we adore men individually we agree that as a group they're rather stupid ♪
>> Mrs. Banks. ♪ Cast off the shackles of yesterday ♪
♪ Shoulder to shoulder into the fray Our daughter's daughters will adore us ♪
♪ And they'll sing in grateful chorus "Well done, Sister Suffragette" ♪
>> 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 ♪
>> (scream)
♪ Take heart for Mrs. Pankhurst has been clapped in irons again ♪
♪ No more the meek and mild subservients we. We're fighting for our rights ♪
♪ militantly - never you fear! ♪ >> If I may have a word, Mrs. Banks.
(singing together) ♪ So cast off the shackles of yesterday ♪
>> Mrs. Banks!
♪ And shoulder to shoulder into the fray ♪
♪ Our daughter's daughters will adore us And they'll sing in grateful chorus - ♪
"Well done!" ♪ >> Mrs. Banks.
♪ "Well done!" ♪ >> Mrs. Banks!
♪ "Well done, Sister Suf--" ♪ >> 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. They've disappeared again.
Katie Nanna, this is really too careless of you. Doesn't it make the
third time this week? >> The fourth, madam.
And I for one have had my fill of it.
I'm not one to speak ill of the children, but-
>> When do you expect them home?
>> I really couldn't say. And now if you'd be good enough
to compute my wages, I'll--
>> Oh, gracious, Katie Nanna! You're not leaving?
What will Mr. Banks say? He's going to be cross enough
as it is to come home and find the children missing.
Ellen, put these things away. You know how the cause
infuriates Mr. Banks. >> Yes, ma'am.
>> Katie Nanna, I beseech you. Please reconsider.
Think of the children. Think of Mr. Banks. He was just beginning to get used to you.
♪ (intense music) ♪ >> Posts, everyone!
♪ (music intensifies) ♪
>> Four, three, two, one. Fire!
(cannon fires)
>> Katie Nanna, I do beseech you-- >> My wages, if you please.