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Good hot meal, 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?

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.

In this revolution that you're planning,

will you achieved it all from here?

Drop a stone in a pond, then it will main rippled.

It's a bit like pond. It is true. I know this.

- Yes.

The building adjacent,

and the one behind,

are both for sale for two thousand pounds.

Bought them together,

and we're not just a classroom and a kitchen

we're centre for the neighbourhood with a garden,

a proper school, maybe even a medical clinic.

And 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 giving 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.

bread and apple for 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.

Aii!!!

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 let 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 or wait while 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 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...

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 much this 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 voyage of 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 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.

Jigly-wigly?

paroxysmator.

Oh, the sorcerer's apprentice.

- Excitetator?

- Mr. Wobleck.

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,

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