Hysteria Page #6

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 of 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 it to 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 opinion matters?

- Yes, yes.

and I apologize for that, but you must admit,

you men really did get the best side to the bargain.

Bargain?

For I said, 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!

They only 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 fiance, Emily Dalrymple.

Fiance? 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 once around.

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 stay modest.

Tell us how widen your 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 for this 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 please, Charlotte.

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 tried indulging her, I tried a firm hand

I've met my worst 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 caring 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're 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:

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