All language subtitles for The House of Eliott - S03E02 - Episode Twenty-Six.eng

Where on Earth have you been?

Germany.

We've been frantic about you.

You weren't at the studio,
you weren't at the hotel.

No, I was in Pots-.

No one has been able to
contact you for weeks,

people have been writing,
telephoning.

Why, what's happened,

is it my parents?

No, they're well,

as far as I know.

Well then what has happened,

why this urgency?

Because when no one could
get in touch with you,

we were just a little
concerned, that's all.

Oh for heaven's sake.

I finished the film
four weeks ago,

moved into Max's apart,

a German friend's apartment,

to work on a new
idea, that's all.

Would you like a drink?

No thank you.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

I wasn't aware anyone
was interested.

Oh Jack, don't be ridiculous.

I have spent four hours
on a freezing train,

six hours waiting for a boat,

and eight hours being
tossed around-

Jack, old man.

John.

This is a nice surprise,

good to see you, welcome home.

So, how have you been?

Splendid,

looked after your flat
like it was a baby.

I even bought you
a new corkscrew.

Beatrice?

Sorry, I am I interrupting
something?

No it's all right,
I was just leaving.

I'll telephone you in
the next day or two.

All right.

Good night.

I'm glad you're safe.

What an evening.

Honestly, you must meet
this Larry Cotter.

Why?

Well he must use

about a pound of lavender
pomade on his hair, for a start.

It's a shame really,

what he was saying was
actually quite interesting.

He's very well-informed
about us,

about fashion altogether,

but I couldn't keep my eyes

off these extraordinary
rings he was wearing.

You have to admire
his nerve though,

he suggested we go
into partnership

on some ready-to-wear
scheme he was planning.

Can you imagine?

Are you all right Bea?

Mm.

Did you collect your
things from the flat?

No I didn't, Jack came home.

Why, what's wrong with it?

I think it's the way
you've drawn it.

What?

Well it's awfully similar

to Paul Allier's
style, isn't it?

Well don't you like Allier?

Why yes, of course,

but I want to see
is Grace Keeble.

I see.

Yeah.

Within limits, I would
like you to try and fit in

with the general House
of Eliott style.

I am trying.

And it shows.

All I'm saying is your designs
may look good on paper,

but when Charles cuts,

he has to work from
these drawings,

and most of our clients

are not seven feet tall
and two inches wide.

You want me to draw short,
fat, middle-aged women?

I think we could compromise,
don't you?

What do you think of that?

"Dear Miss Eliott,

"for the last two years,"

Gosh.

Deuxieme vendeuse in
Maison Gilles in Paris,

husband posting back
to the Foreign Office.

Could the gods be smiling
on us for a change?

I don't know,

but I'd certainly like to
meet this Mrs. Cartwright.

I'm going to telephone her

as soon as she returns
to England.

Ah, who's going to tell Jess?

No one for the moment,
she has a chill,

which means we have to deal with

the day's appointments
ourselves.

Oh Jess.

Evie?

Tell me about Larry Cotter.

I told you about him last night.

Yes, but I wasn't listening
properly.

His idea was that we
design a collection

of quality ready-to-wear,

which he would then
manufacture in his workshops

and sell to certain prestigious
emporiums.

Didn't he go into
any more detail?

He may well have done,

but quite honestly, I was so
appalled by his behaviour,

I didn't pay that
much attention.

You're not interested are you?

Well it's not something I
want to dismiss out of hand.

But not with Cotter,

we don't know anything
about him.

Apart from the fact

that he wears to much
lavender pomade.

Hey Tilly,

are you gonna carry on
working after the baby's born?

Oh no, I wanna be at
home with the baby.

You're leaving then?

Yeah, well if I can manage
on Norman's wages, that is.

I can always back here
in the summer though,

little sister leaves
school then,

she can look after it.

Hey, did
Mrs. Quance work?

She did a spot of dressmaking
from home,

yes, quite successful too.

Who knows what she might
have done had she lived.

Oh, they're horrible
things, motor cars.

Your wife get killed, did she?

What happened?

Miss Keeble!

She stepped out from
behind an omnibus

and got knocked down by
an oncoming motor car.

Trouble was that the
car knocked her back

into the path of the
bus, ran her over,

and that was that.

Does he want
to be a millionaire?

I beg your pardon?

Never but never invest in
a businessman who doesn't.

You need a handsome return on
whatever investment you make,

and your main investment
is in his ambition.

Donald, you are so cynical.

This isn't just about
making money.

Then you shouldn't
be doing business.

Are you and your sister

playing some elaborate
game of fancy dress

for the entertainment
of a privileged few,

a rapidly-declining
privileged few, I might add?

I'm sorry, but it
has to be said.

You see, I suspect your
judgement of Mr. Cotter

is based more on
the way he speaks

and the smell of his
hair of all things.

Nonsense.

It's just we've never had
dealings with his sort before.

Pay close attention to him Bea,

he and his kind are a
new and powerful breed.

It won't be long before they
rule the fashion world here,

they already do in the States.

Larry Cotter.

Oh, Miss Eliott.

Look, about the other night.

Oh Miss Beatrice Eliott,
of course.

No, I'd be delighted
to show you around.

Anytime at all, that'd
be wonderful.

Splendid.

Well I look forward
to seeing you then.

Goodbye.

Doris?

We got any bits of lace in
the stockroom, Mr. Charles?

I think there's some
remnants of Cluny,

and there may be some
Chinese fillet.

I just wanna fish out
some colours really.

Can I have a look through?

Let me come with you,

I know where everything is.

Didn't take her long to
get hew claws in, did it.

Stock room?

Betty, that's a horrid
thing to say.

Mr. Charles isn't like that.

Maybe so, I wouldn't
put anything past her.

Did you hear the way he spoke
about Mrs. Quance though?

I mean her knocked down dead

and him as calm as you like,
smiling and everything.

It was a long time ago, Agnes.

What would you like him
to do, burst into tears?

No, but you would have thought
he would have shown summat.

Maybe he was glad she went.

Oh Betty.

Maybe he done it himself.

Hey, Mr. Charles is
a gentleman though.

Oh, they're the worst
sort Agnes,

you mark my words,

quiet as you like
on the outside,

but how do we know what's
going on inside eh?

Maybe he cut her up and buried
her under the floorboards.

Betty, please.

Why'd he do that though?

So that he can marry Miss
What's-her-name, of course.

Oh, now that is enough.

Any more of your nonsense

and I'm gonna go straight
to Miss Bea.

Under the floorboards.

Hello love.

How do you think he's
got a posh motor?

Well that's Mr. Maddox,
Miss Bea's husband.

What's she called
Miss Bea for then?

I dunno.

Hello.

Where have you been all day?

I called the office,
I called the flat,

couldn't find you anywhere.

I've been with clients
most of the day.

We have vendeuse problems again.

Would you like to join
me for dinner?

Yes, all right.

I'll call for you in an hour.

I reckon he's got
'em up his sleeve.

Want a chance to get
your own back, do you?

Yeah, why not?

E'are, me and Agnes have
gotta sit here all night

like lemons have we?

I tell you what, we'll
play partners,

me and Maeve against you two.

We'll show you how
to do it, eh Perce.

Let's have a bob on the side eh,

make it more interesting.

Don't know about that mate,

give all my cash to
my mum last pay day.

Come on, you've got some
dough ain't you darlin'?

Lend us a bob each.

Well...

Go on sweetheart.

I'll give it back to you Friday.

Yeah, all right.

You're a smasher,
that's what you are.

I'm not gonna
sit and fight with you.

I'm not fighting with you,

I'm merely explaining
why I was disappointed

when you didn't show
up on the boat.

Why on Earth should I have done?

You told me to go to Germany,

what was that if
not a rejection?

Oh don't be childish Jack.

You told me to go to America,

I didn't take that
as a rejection.

Why do you think I spent
the night with you?

I haven't a clue.

All I know is that you're
obviously so ashamed of yourself

you didn't dare face
me next morning.

Jack, I appreciate the offer,

but if you don't mind,

I'll take a taxi and go home

and have supper with Evie.

Now who's being childish?

All right, why did you
spend the night with me?

If it had meant anything
at all to you

you wouldn't have sneaked
off like that,

not a word, not a note.

I had a boat to catch.

But you wanted
me to follow you?

I wanted you to make
a free choice.

How could I do anything
when I was fast asleep?

You could have woken up.

We're making an exhibition
of ourselves.

I'm sorry.

For what?

We've both behaved
very stupidly.

Perhaps it's time we stopped.

Meaning what?

Meaning we're both
sick and tired

of feeling suspicious
and betrayed.

Our marriage may be over,

but we're still fond of
each other, aren't we?

Of course.

Yes, then let's behave
like it shall we?

What are you doing?

It's bedtime Madge.

I'll just finish this
and then I'll be in.

Oh, all right.

Well make sure you turn
the gas off properly then.

Mm.

Last time you stayed up reading,

it'd have been on half the night

if I hadn't come in and checked.

Mm.

Who can that be at
this time of night?

What on Earth are
you doing here?

Who is it Jerry?

Albert?

Hello Madge, any chance
of a bed for the night?

I mean, Albert and me dad

always have been quick off
the mark with each other,

but this one nearly came
to blows apparently.

What, just over that
stupid old strike?

It may have been
stupid down here,

but it were dead serious
up north, still is.

I mean look at me, it's
ripped mt family apart nearly.

I can't see people getting
that worked up about it.

Oh they do.

See, me dad went back
down the mines

before the strike
was really over,

but our Albert stayed
out for months,

and then they sacked him.

What for?

Oh, they've got men
working longer hours

so they don't need so many.

Besides, Albert were mixed
up with the union and that.

It's me mam I feel sorry for,

she had a nice, happy
home before all this.

Mind you, so did I.

Men, spoiled little boys,
the lot of 'em.

The trouble is I can
see both sides,

I'm just as torn as me mam.

How long's Albert
stopping with ya?

That's what Jerry keeps asking.

Right, that's the cutting room.

Now, through here
is the workroom.

Flora does the sleeves,

Milly does the back seams,

and Peggy puts the
front and back together.

Dot here, she sets
the sleeves in

because she's been here longest.

Well, it's the hardest
part you see.

Well of course you know that,

there's nothing much
I can tell you

about setting sleeves is there?

It's very tricky.

Do you have a separate
finishing room, Mr. Cotter?

Yes, through here.

Through here.

This is where we do the hems,
and buttonholes, and buttons.

May I?

Thank you.

Those are part of a special
order for Manchester,

Sprigg and Harris, just
off the high street,

not the sort of thing I expect
you to be interested in.

-No.
-No.

What would you expect us to
be interested in, Mr. Cotter?

This way, ladies and gentleman.

It's a story of passion,
betrayal,

and love triumphant,

the sort of thing
you do so well.

Not anymore I don't.

Blake stands in despair.

Suddenly he sees Emily
riding towards the castle

And then of course
it pours with rain.

You have no faith.

Oh, I can't tell you how good
it is to see you again Jack,

I've been trying to get
ahold of you for weeks.

Is this the new script?

Uh-huh, I wrote it in Germany.

Written by Jack Maddox
and Max Keller.

Unlike you to do a
co-authorship.

Well Max is a very clever chap.

I worked with him on
a film in Germany,

we got on well together,

so we thought we'd do
one for this country.

Is it any good?

Read it and see.

All right I'd read it
tonight, I promise.

-Thank you.
-Ready Mr. Barak.

I'll let you get back
to your love triumphant.

It's good to have you
back in harness again,

we could do with a new
Jack Maddox picture.

-Bye Abraham.
-Bye.

You tell me a big London
store that's not in there,

apart from Harrods of course,

but that's just a
matter of time.

You certainly have an
impressive list of contacts

in the retail trade, Mr. Cotter.

At the moment, I'm selling
cheap goods,

you know it and I know it.

The thing is,

I happen to be selling
quite a lot of it.

What I want to be doing is
selling a lot of good stuff.

Have a look at this.

Paris copy, 1/10 of
the Paris price.

What do you think?

The cutting's bad, the
finishing is inadequate,

there's no finesse in the line.

Miss Eliott, if I had those
skills at my disposal,

I'd hardly be talking
to you, now would I?

No, I don't suppose you would.

Mr. Cotter, supposing
the House of Eliott

were to enter into an
agreement with you

and produce ready-to-wear
outfits,

who would you envisage
buying them?

Who would you envisage
engaging as a secretary?

Go on, describe her.

Mid-20s, well-educated,

well-brought-up, nicely-spoken.

What's she gonna wear

when she meets her in-laws
for the first time?

What's her mum gonna wear
when she gets married?

I'm tempted to say not
only is it the one way

in which such a venture
could succeed,

but, and forgive me if
I speak out of turn,

it is very important
that it does succeed.

Why?

We're not in any
form of trouble.

We sell some of the
finest gowns in London,

but we are still a
very small concern.

But a very successful one.

We have our niche in
London couture, certainly,

but we cannot hope to compete

on the same terms as Maison
Gilles, for instance,

we simply do not have
the resources.

So we have only two choices,

either allow ourselves to
become the poor relation

amongst the London
fashion houses,

or accept what expertise
Mr. Cotter has to offer

and set off to explore
and conquer new dominions.

That may be rather a
melodramatic way of putting
things.

No, not all Joseph,

we value your opinion
enormously.

If I can be of any
further assistance.

No thank you.

Shall we sing the
national anthem.

They're showing the
new Charlie Chaplin

at the weekend, Mr. Charles,

are you gonna go and see it?

Might do.

Are you?

If I can persuade my Jerry out.

Now that is much better.

I mean it,

a client could really start
to see herself in that,

and the color's better too.

Better than what?

Better than the flame
orange you've used here.

It's bold, vivid.

And very unflattering to a
more mature English skin.

Customers.

Valued clients.

Don't be so cross all the time,

you really are doing very well.

Miss Eliott?

Evie?

It's my birthday on Saturday,

we're having a bit of
a party at the house.

I beg your pardon?

My birthday party, would
you like to come?

Well yes, I'd like that
very much thank you.

About nine o'clock,
bring something to drink.

You know where I live.

Jessica, unwell?

She telephoned to say
she had a chill.

Oh, she is naughty.

Why she didn't just tell
you she was off to Vienna,

I can't imagine.

Vienna?

Yes, she's staying with the
Desgilleses for a month.

Of course, I knew this
nonsense wouldn't last a moment

once something more
interesting came up.

Do you have someone splendid
to take over from her?

Well yes, fortunately we do.

Good.

Oh, I do like these sleeves.

I mean, people were
actually gasping

at the last Gilles collection.

We should let Grace show
a couple of dresses,

that would make them
gasp all right.

How is she progressing?

Surprisingly well actually.

Her use of colour is startling,

and she has this constant
urge to shock all the time,

but she's learning.

Are you finding her any
easier to get on with?

Let's just say we're
working on it.

Actually, she's invited me
to her party this evening.

Really?

Why don't you come, I'm
sure she wouldn't mind.

Well, Donald and I are going
to a concert this afternoon,

we'll probably have dinner
later as well.

That's the third time this week.

Is there any reason
why I shouldn't?

Of course not.

I just thought, now
that Jack's home-

Evie, far too much water has
flowed under that bridge.

I feel I have the right to see
whoever I choose, don't you?

There.

I just think I'm entitled

to know how long he's
gonna be here, that's all.

Oh, you can be entitled
to a lot of things love,

but if he doesn't know himself,

he can hardly tell you, can he?

Shh.

Why?

He'll hear you.

Oh don't be daft.

I don't think it's daft

wanting to get into your own
privy on a Saturday morning,

I don't think it's daft
being a bit put out

when your privacy's invaded
by a total stranger.

He's me brother.

Well I've only met him
the once, at our wedding.

Oh for pity's sake.

If it's a visit,
then that's fine,

if he wants to stay
for a few days

while he sorts himself
out other lodgings,

that's all right too,

but if he thinks he's
gonna stay here

scrounging off us forever, well.

Such a delightful setting
for a concert.

Have you been to
the Paris Opera?

No, is it very beautiful?

Stunning.

Come with me when I visit
Paris next week

and we'll go together.

What's the matter,

wouldn't you like to
go to Paris with me?

It's a lovely idea Donald,
but I can't.

With no vendeuse, and
quite a lot of work on,

I really can't spare the time.

Okay.

What?

Nothing.

It's just refreshing
to have someone

who understands why one
can't just drop everything

at a moment's notice,

who just says, "Okay."

Well, I know what it's
like to run a business,

which is not to say I'm
not disappointed.

Was Jack a very jealous man?

Not jealous,

he just expected
too much from me,

and I am too...

Selfish?

I beg your pardon?

It's not a criticism, Bea.

When people are as single-minded
and dedicated as we are,

they are selfish,

they put everything they
have into what they're doing.

I guess it's one reason
I never married,

I never found a woman who
could understand that,

or at least who would
put up with it.

Doesn't the prospect of being
lonely every frighten you?

I didn't say there wasn't
room for love.

Donald, I-

I'm not offering what
Jack offered,

and I'm not expecting
what he expected.

All I'm saying is,

hell, I don't know
what I'm saying.

It's one of the reasons we
all live here, this attic.

We all have a room each,

and share this as a studio.

You don't make the
clothes up here, surely?

No, downstairs,

where it's clean.

I do paint up here
sometimes though.

Are they all artists?

Mostly.

That bloke with a beard,
he's a sculptor.

Anthony over there,
he's a painter.

I haven't a clue who
that tall chap is.

Miles, James, Harry,

they're all at the Chelsea
Polytechnic,

that's where we all met.

Oh, I thought you
said that you'd...

I was a model there for
a while, not a student.

Well you know me, anything
to earn an honest penny.

I would have liked to
have gone to art school,

wouldn't you?

I'd have liked to have
been a duchess,

but life didn't turn
out that way.

Shame really.

I'm sorry Grace,
I didn't mean to-

Miles, come and meet my boss.

Miles, Evie Eliott,

as in House of Eliott.

Miles is an illustrator,

much better than me,

but then most people
are, aren't they.

Don't worry about Grace.

in another life she
was a porcupine.

Have some more beer.

Thanks.

Is your father

one of these radical
enlightened chaps then?

I beg your pardon?

Taking on young Gracie
as a trainee designer?

My sister and I started the
business after my father died,

I took on young Gracie.

Awfully sorry,

and very impressed,
where did you train?

Beatrice and I had always
made our own clothes

since we were-

Hello.

Is this one of the new models?

No, it is not.

Oh, what a shame.

I'm not going back,

I can't live under the
same roof with that man.

Just try and see it from
dad's point of view though,

it's one thing you staying
out on strike,

you don't have a family to feed.

I've always paid me way.

I know,

but dad's still got the most
responsibility, han't he?

In which case he should
be grateful to me

and the likes of me.

I don't see how you
make that out.

Far as I can see,

your lot's just caused
more trouble for everyone.

My lot?

My lot think we've got a duty

to stand up for the
rights of them

that can't stand
up for 'emselves,

folks like our old man who
have got mouths to feed.

Well if that's the case,

I don't think

you've made a very good
job of it then, have you?

Oh stop it,
the pair of you.

I think I'm entitled

to express an opinion
in my own house.

Then I'm going down the pub,

where I can't hear 'em.

Good.

Miles, these really
are beautiful.

I love this one, who is she?

Oh, just a model we had
a few months ago.

Oh, don't talk like that,

you treat 'em as if they
weren't people at all.

I don't treat you like that.

Only because I don't let you.

My grandmother modelled

for every artist there
was, just about,

Renoir, Degas, Lautrec.

They all became famous,

but who remembers her, eh?

They remember her bottom though.

Her granny's bottom is in
every art gallery in Europe.

I think you
should apologise.

She just can't take a joke.

Miles, do you always
draw figures,

do you ever draw landscapes?

Hardly.

Structure fascinates me.

Just when I think
I understand it,

well I suppose I realise
that I don't.

Shall we go on to a nightclub?

What?

Come on, there's a place I
know that plays jazz 'til dawn.

Harry!

Stop being a pest and push off,

there's a good chap.

I'll go on my own then.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It is rather flattering,
isn't it?

Has Miles become your
latest admirer?

Of course not,

he's just a personable,
talented young artist

who happens to share
lodgings with Grace.

He goes to the Chelsea
Polytechnic.

Yes, you said.

Actually, they're showing
an exhibition

of students' work next week,

shall we go?

Is that because you want
me to meet Miles?

Of course not,

I just thought you might like
to see some students' work.

Yes, all right.

What is wrong with it?

Nothing.

It's well-written,
well-researched, good
characters.

Then why won't Abraham
take it on?

Has he read it?

Yes.

So what does he say?

He just said it wasn't
right for this studio.

That's ridiculous.

Where is Abraham?

Let me talk to him.

He's not here.

Well his car's there.

He doesn't want to
see me, is that it?

Sorry old man, not my doing.

Is it to do with the
subject matter,

the fact that the
hero's journey-

I don't know.

Abraham feels it's too
complex a story.

Perhaps if we start
making talkies.

Yes, yes, I see.

Look Jack, I'm just
the messenger.

Accept what Abraham says,

it's just not right for
his studio at the moment.

How was your weekend Madge?

Oh, don't ask.

Oh, sorry.

I went to cinema with Percy,

went to see that new
Charlie Chaplin film

you was talking about,

and we had a fish supper after.

Oh, the high life.

Well I hope you didn't
end up paying again.

No I did not,

he only borrows when he's
lost on the dogs, or summat,

he don't do it all the time.

There's no need to get
so steamed up about it,

only taking an interest.

Well I had a smashing weekend.

-Oh aye?
-Did you?

Me and Stanley went out

and treated ourselves to a
new settee for the front room.

Did you come into some
money or summat then?

Oh no, her old man just won
back all the money Percy lost.

Stop being horrible.

I'm only kidding.

Is it nice?

Oh, ever so smart,

dead comfy as well.

Look.

-Oh it's lovely.
-That looks lovely.

Me and Norman have to
got to start thinking

of getting things in
for the baby soon.

I don't know how we're
gonna afford it though.

Well do what Stan and
me did, get in the HP.

The what?

The never-never.

Guinea down, half a crown
a week 'til it's paid off.

We're gonna get armchairs
next, matching ones.

I think we have to insist

that the garments are
inspected and finished here.

Of course.

And I would like to see
substantial orders from the
buyers

before we invest

in any of these new
American cutting machines.

We'll need to look for a larger
workshop fairly soon too.

Apart from the finishing
and designing,

I don't think we can accommodate

any more of the ready-to-wear
here.

I think we have to give
our couture priority.

Yes.

Come in.

Mrs. Cartwright's here.

Tilly, please show her in.

Come on.

No.

Why not?

I'm a good worker.

Look, I've got good workers
crawling out of the woodwork,

begging for jobs,

good London workers.

What do you think you're
doing with that?

Go and get someone to help you.

It's lovely Madge.

Is it true what they're
saying, Miss Bea,

that Miss Armstrong's left

and we've got a new vendeuse?

Yes it, her name is Francoise
Cartwright.

She's very charming,

I think she'll suit
us perfectly.

That's a relief.

Yes.

Miss Bea?

My brother Albert's down
from Lancashire,

he's staying with us
while he looks for work,

only there isn't much around.

I don't suppose there's a job
here he could do, is there?

He's not a tailor is he?

He's a miner.

Madge, I'm sorry.

I would help if I could.

I know, I know.

You don't me asking, do you?

Of course I don't, no.

All right, goodnight then.

Goodnight Madge.

Hello?

What are you doing here?

Begging a favour.

Look, I'm just about-

It's all right, I'm not staying,

just wondered if you'd
read this for me.

It's the film scenario
I wrote in Germany.

Well of course I'll read it.

Abraham Barak has turned
it down flat,

no discussion, no
talk of rewriting,

he wouldn't even see me himself.

The thing is, I've read
it over and over again

and I just can't see
why he's thrown it out.

Well I'm not sure I'll
be able to tell you.

You must have other friends who-

Other friends who'd feel
obliged to be polite.

I don't know anyone quite
as brutally honest as you.

Hello Perce.

Hello darlin'.

Hello, did you have a good day?

No, but it's getting better.

I'm ever so sorry, I
thought he was Percy.

Oh you soft-head, this
is me brother Albert.

Albert, this is Agnes,

she works with me.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Come on then,
let's get off home.

Right.

Are you all right waiting
on your own?

Do you want us to stop
with you for a while?

No I'm all right, ta though.

Night then.

Night.

You're very
being encouraging.

Well, you know
how I feel about it,

I think ready-to-wear is
right for the House of Eliott.

Quite frankly I think
you'll enjoy it.

There's nothing to be
frightened about,

I'll always be on hand if
you need help, or advice.

You are kind.

I still wish you
were coming with me to Paris.

There will be other times.

I hope so.

Have a wonderful time.

Telephone me when you get back.

You can count on it.

Goodbye.

At least he's
out looking for work,

that's something.

It's the thought of Albert
sitting round the house all day

that Jerry can't stand.

I wonder if my
Stan'd be able to help?

How?

Well he always knows

if there's anything going
down the docks.

Bring Albert down
there to see him.

Albert's nice, isn't he.

That's very kind
of you Betty, I'll do that.

Oh here, Sam's
got a fight on tonight

down the Dog and Duck
in Limehouse,

bring Albert down there.

Hey?

He sets up the
odd boxing match for them

in the room upstairs.

Why don't we all go,
make a night of it?

No thanks Betty,

don't think I'd enjoy
watching two grown men

beat each other up.

Albert'd like it though.

Agnes?

I'm suppose to be having
tea with Percy,

should really see what he wants.

No I will come, blow him.

He stood me up last night,

I waited an hour outside there,

so he can jolly well
whistle tonight.

Good for you.

We would want these garments

to be sold under
a separate label.

We would also want full
control over the advertising

and eventual choice of stores
in which they would be sold.

We wish to have a final say

on both the quality
of the ranges

and the price they'd be sold at.

Couldn't agree more.

And finally, we will
obviously be required

to invest a considerable
amount in this venture,

so once we have agreed in
principle amongst ourselves,

all terms of partnership

will be drawn up by
our own lawyers.

Now is all that acceptable
to you?

Well ladies, I can't really
say just at the moment.

You've obviously given my
proposal such careful thought,

I'd like to go away and do
the same for your proposals,

if that's acceptable to you?

Good day.

He really is very good.

What's interesting is
the way his work changes.

Those earlier ones are just
Aubrey Beardsley copies,

these are pure marvels.

The detail on that robe.

Sir, may I present Miss
Beatrice and Evangeline Eliott?

Hello.

Mr. George Holt, my principal.

We are honoured by your visit.

My daughter's a great
admirer of your clothes.

Thank you.

You really do have some
very impressive work

on display here Mr. Holt,

the illustrations in particular.

Ah, we've recently adopted
a new policy, Miss Eliott.

In addition to our
staff lecturers,

we now encourage established
designers and illustrators

to come in for special
tutorials.

Let me show you something.

You'll appreciate this.

Very good.

Tim Hampton became fascinated
by the pochoir process

after a lecture by
Jacques Castan.

Hampton then took his
portfolio to Gilles Caragnac.

He designs for Maison Gilles?

He illustrates their designs
for magazines and so forth.

Seems that new demands are
being made upon art every day.

If you would excuse
us for a moment,

I'd like Miles here
to meet Sir William.

I know what you're going to say.

We do need an illustrator Bea,

and Miles is first class.

It is a good idea,

but we're taking on an
awful lot all at once,

Grace, Larry Cotter, now Miles?

I will not stand back

and let Maison Gilles steal
a march on us yet again.

We'll have a real edge

if this arrangement with
Larry Cotter goes well,

let's sharpen it.

Superb ready-to-wear
advertising,

superb couture illustrations.

I don't want to be a
poor relation Bea.

No more do I.

Not full-time, all right?

Whatever you say.

Are you leaving?

Not quite yet.

Miles, if your principal
were to agree,

would you be interested

in doing some illustrations
for the House of Eliott?

I don't know what to say.

Well yes I do know what to say,

yes, I'd love to.

We're not offering full-time
employment, you understand.

We could maybe pay for
two half-days a week,

something like that,

or perhaps arrange a
fee per illustration?

Anything, anything at all,

that would be simply wonderful.

In that case I'll go
and talk to Mr. Holt.

Oh Evie thank you.

You're welcome.

I mean for speaking to
your sister about me.

It means a great deal.

White light please.

I'm looking a bloke
called Stan Butcher,

do you know him?

Are you Madge's brother?

Yeah.

I'm Betty.

Here, this is my
husband Stanley.

Stan, this is the bloke
I was telling you about.

Albert Howell.

Oh yeah, nice to meet you.

Bette says you're looking
for work down here.

What sort of thing
are you after then?

The sort that pays,

I'll do anything, me.

Well I can't promise nothing,

but I know a bloke who might
be looking for coal hookers

down the East India next week.

Suits me, I'm good at coal.

Can I get you a pint?

No, I'm all right thanks.

I'll have a milk start.

Milk start please.

Agnes, over here.

So you made it then?

Here, what did your Percy
have to say about it?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Hello love, what you having?

I'll have a port and lemon
please, thank you very much.

Well I'd better get upstairs
and get things started.

Mr. Davenport left, has he?

He moved out at the weekend.

So come on, no more chit-chat,

what do you think of it?

Well I think it's one
of the best things

you've ever written.

Well that's probably 'cause

I worked with someone
else on it.

It doesn't matter,
it's excellent.

But?

I also think it's one of
the most shocking things

I have ever read.

Shocking?

It's my fault, I shouldn't
be shocked.

By what?

During the war,

I would tease Evie

with those terrible
drawings in the newspaper,

of the kaiser with blood
dripping from his fangs,

spearing our gallant lads.

Where Klaus is trying
to save his friend,

I thought, how dare you.

You're not supposed to be
kind, and brave, and heroic,

that's what we do.

You liked Klaus?

Yes, but I didn't want to.

He was a character that
Max picked up on

from the film I made there,

he said that it was just
like his very German brother.

Of course, I'd based it on my
very English cousin, George,

so we took it on from there.

And was that
film a success?

Yes it was, if I say it myself.

I would like to have seen it.

Don't say that unless
you mean it.

Why?

I've got some plates
from it here.

And a projector?

Everything is still
in the spare room.

Well let's have a lantern show.

Right.

What's he doing?

You'd be surprised

what they can bring into the
ring with them if they try,

blades and that.

Isn't bare knuckle
illegal down here?

Yeah.

Ladies and gentleman, quiet.

This is a one-round
knockout finish

between Bela Polanski
on my right,

and Pat Connolly on my left.

Place your bets.

Begin.

This is the chap we wanted
to play Klaus.

It's so very different
from all your other films.

There's only so many love
stories you can tell.

You must be doing well,

most people tell the same
one over and over again.

I suppose it didn't do
Shakespeare any harm.

Cynic.

Are you comfortable
like that?

Yes I'm fine.

Liar,

you probably haven't sat on
the floor since you were six.

Yes I have, don't you remember?

Cushions, that's the thing.

Shift yourself,

old ladies like you need
all the help you can get.

Oh you.

Good evening Jack,

we're very happy to find you.

You were right funny up there.

Well I'm not used to
this sort of thing.

So tell me about
this Percy then,

you and him walking out regular?

Are you gonna come and help
me celebrate then darlin'?

Get off.

Oi, get your hands off her.

Push off.

Now come on darlin',
don't be like that.

Don't shove me you
cheeky little runt,

I'll show you.

Pack it up.

I said pack it up.

Don't worry, everything
will be all right.

Well where are we going?

We're Going out of here.

We meet Jack in Germany,

and he is kind.

We have to leave Berlin,
there is no work,

and Jack say, "If you come
to England, you visit me."

So here you are.

Yes.

We arrive on boat today
and walk from station.

You walked?

Yes.

My grandfather is very tired.

No wonder.

Come on.

Bea, I'm sorry about
all of this.

Oh, don't be silly.

You're very kind.

I shall leave you to
look after your guests.

Good night.

He really was terribly funny.

Jack had obviously issued
the invitation

on a moment of rash impulse,

he didn't dream for a moment

they would actually
take him up on it.

Oh dear.

Come in.

Miss Bea, there's two
policemen outside.

Oh, you'd better show them in.

Good morning.

Miss Eliott?

How may we help you?

I'm sorry to trouble you.

I understand you have a
Mrs. Elizabeth Butcher

working for you?

Where's Albert now?

I'm not really sure.

Who started the fight?

Ask Betty.

Betty, what on Earth
is going on?

I've been worried sick,

Albert didn't come home
at all last night.

He'll be with my Stanley,
it'll be all right.

Agnes said there was an
almighty punch-up,

how can that be all right?

Look, Stan's got a lot
of mates he goes to

when there's a bit of trouble.

Don't worry, everything'll
be fine.

For God's sake Betty, where is-

Betty, there's two policemen
in the office

and they wanna talk to you.

I take it you have no
objection to our presence?

As her employers, I
think we should be here.

Betty, these gentlemen
would like to talk to you.

Mrs. Butcher, I wonder
if you could tell us

where can we find your husband?

Why?

We understand there
was a bit of trouble

in a pub in the East
End last night.

Mr. Butcher was involved
in a fight

with a man who ended
up in hospital.

Is it serious.

It is now Miss Eliott,

the man died two hours ago.