The 39 Steps Page #4

As a rule I try not

to stand on women.

Wouldn't you agree

that one way to defeat this smugness

and complacency you speak

of would be to give women the vote?

I think you ladies should

be grateful that you don't have

to get your petticoats dirty fighting

for your country, Miss Sinclair.

So, gentlemen,

I urge you,

vote Harry Sinclair,

your liberal candidate.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think you'll

agree with me that Mr Twisdon...

It's him!

Open the door!

How dare you talk to me like

that, Mr Twisdon? Women...

Believe me, this

is really not the...

Stay where you are, sir.

Stand aside please, Miss.

I am completely within

my rights to talk to this man.

- I said, stand aside, miss.

- I'm a suffragette, not a criminal.

- I'm warning you.

- Unhand me, you bully.

Wait for me.

Go back.

Down here.

Damn!

- Now look what you've done.

- Well, it's not my fault.

So much for emancipation.

Why don't you find yourself another hobby?

I didn't become a suffragette

because I'm bad at needlepoint.

All that twaddle about freedom.

How can we be living in a free

society when so many people

are viewed as second class citizens?

What are you doing?

Well, I don't want to get

my petticoats dirty, Mr Twisdon.

Nice knowing you, Miss Sinclair.

I'll go it alone from here.

Just a minute.

I assaulted an officer of the law.

The constabulary came after me, not you.

My name's Hannay.

- You said it was Twisdon.

- No, I didn't. You did. My name is Hannay

and I'm wanted for murder.

- Well, why didn't you say so?

- You never gave me the chance.

Do you understand?

The police aren't interested in you.

Go and say you're sorry.

Say I'm sorry?

I kicked a policeman...

while he tried to arrest a murderer. but they'll

arrest me as your accomplice and not for assault.

- That's absurd.

- I agree. I hardly know you.

- God, are you going to kill me too?

- Of course not. I'm innocent...

Give me patience!

Will you stop following me?!

Well, I have no choice! Thanks to you,

I'm a fugitive from the law.

Now why don't we steal that car?

Leave it in the next town.

Because it belongs

to those two men up there.

They're German spies who are chasing me

with the view to ending my life.

Not just a murderer,

but a delusional maniac.

- Just my luck.

- What are you...

- Give me that.

- What if the owners hear?

Do you fancy earning a shilling?

- Yeah!

- Good. When I nod,

pull her hair.

- What did you do that for?

- The man said he'll give me a shilling.

I'll drive.

No, you will not!

- I'm perfectly capable.

- Just move along, move along.

- Do you have children, Mr Hannay?

- I'm not married.

That is a relief to womankind.

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