Suffragette Page #2

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INT. FRONT ROOM. MAUD’S HOUSE. BETHNAL GREEN. 1912. EVENING.

...a neat if rundown room, sparsely furnished. In the corner

there is a hearth and several bits of laundry hanging on a

clothes horse close by. MR SONNY WATTS [late 20s] looks up

from his paper.

MAUD:

(hushed)

Is George sleeping?

SONNY:

(nods)

Yeah. Mrs Garston fed him bread and

jam.

MAUD reaches for a kettle, touching it, it’s hot. Pouring it

over the linen, she throws in a wash bar of soap resting

close by.

SONNY (CONT’D)

Are you all right? It’s late.

SONNY quizzical, reaches a hand out, touches the graze on her

hand.

MAUD:

Taylor sent me up to town.

SONNY:

Let me have a look.

MAUD:

It’s nothing... I got caught in a

scuffle. There were a load of those

women shouting...

He reaches for a cotton wool and a bottle of alcohol resting

on the mantelpiece.

MAUD (CONT’D)

..Broke all the windows along the

West End.

Reaching for cotton wool and a bottle of alcohol resting on

the mantelpiece, SONNY gestures for her to sit. A painting of

King George V hanging on the wall above.

SONNY:

I’ll deliver that package for you

in the morning.

MAUD:

Ta.

She winces as he cleans the cut, slowly coming down from the

panic and rush of the last hour.

SONNY:

You coming to bed?

MAUD:

I’m just going to get this done.

She goes over to the bucket of dirty laundry standing by a

window. Then wearily, she starts scrubbing the dirty clothes.

EXT. TENEMENT. NR MAUD’S HOUSE. BETHNAL GREEN. 1912. DAWN.

The still of the street, bar the lone figure of a WOMAN. Her

hands fish in her pocket for a dried pea, she takes aim,

blowing through a long pea shooter at a window above. The pea

taps at the window. The WOMAN moves onto the next home,

blowing the next pea, offering up another morning call.

INT. MAUD’S BEDROOM. MAUD’S HOUSE. BETHNAL GREEN. 1912. DAWN.

The TAP of the pea against the window-

MAUD stirs, SONNY by her side.

INT. MAUD’S BEDROOM. MAUD’S HOUSE. BETHNAL GREEN. 1912. DAWN.

MAUD is dressing GEORGE WATTS [6] - he’s playful, not wanting

to get dressed.

Arms up.

MAUD:

Warm laughter as he gets tangled in the shirt.

EXT. TENEMENT. MAUD’S HOUSE. BETHNAL GREEN. 1912. DAY.

MAUD nods, ushering GEORGE towards MRS GARSTON’s front door.

MRS GARSTON:

All right, dear?

MAUD reaches in her pocket, pulling out a couple of shillings

- handing them over to MRS GARSTON [late 40s] MAUD’s ruddy

faced neighbour

MAUD:

Ta, Mrs Garston.

MAUD pulls GEORGE into an embrace, kissing his forehead.

MAUD (CONT’D)

Oh, come here. Be good.

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