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Hello, thought
you'd have gone to bed by now.

I'm not tired,
I was waiting for you.

I'm sorry if it's late.

How
was your evening?

Interesting.

In what way?

Well.

I had a sort of proposal.

Piggy?

He wants me to share lodgings
with him in Birmingham.

What?

He's broke, you see.

Flat broke.

Poor Piggy, all his shares,
everything just gone.

Oh, that's dreadful.

How?

Bad investments.

He's taking it very well.

Now he's going to do what he
really wants, to be an actor.

He's got a job at the
Birmingham Repertory Theatre.

And he wants you to go with him.

Dear Piggy.

Can you imagine it,
living in sin,

me as a wardrobe mistress
while he carries a spare.

If it wasn't so serious,
it would be funny.

Bea.

Hmm.

I had a sort of proposal
tonight myself as well.

What?

An unexpected visitor, Arthur.

He expected us both to be in

and when he realised
you weren't here.

He proposed to you?

He said his life was empty.

He was unhappy.

I don't believe this.

He was so creeping.

Bea, he was horrible.

Evie.

You can imagine how I felt.

He's gone too far this time.

I'm going to phone out Lydia
first thing in the morning.

-Why?
-Because I think

she should know what has son,
your legal guardian has done.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's my own business mother.

Marriage to Evangeline,

have you taken leave
of your senses?

Have you taken leave of yours?

-What?
-Ever since

I came back from the war,

you've done nothing but
badger me to get married.

You've tried to pair me off

with every suitable
girl in town,

the whole thing has
become a joke.

-Arthur.
-When it comes to marriage,

I want to choose for
myself, is that clear?

And you chose Evangeline Eliott,

a girl without a penny to her
name and no place in society.

Mother there's been a
war, things have changed,

you will not dictate
to me anymore.

I think you'll not refer
to this again ever.

I'm going to work.

Beatrice has humiliated me
because of your impropriety.

Apart from the stupidity of it,

didn't it cross your mind,

that you're Evangeline's legal
guardian until she's of age?

A solicitor of all people
popping the question to his
ward.

Oh, Evie, what do you think?

It looks great.

I've come to invite you
to the movies tonight.

That includes you, Tilly.

I'm not sure sir.

Again, yet I can't have my eyes

stay a day without liquid.

It's very kind of you Jack,
but we aren't in the mood.

Head down and racing
for a brick wall.

Ouch, what's the matter?

We're running out of cash,

just at the time we need
more capital for equipment

and for staff.

What happened to that
nice big cheque

that Piggy promised you?

Kind of gone back on
his word, surely.

No.

He's now not in a position
to offer us anything.

He's been let down very badly.

How?

Oh, Jack, it's a long story.

But he's been left with nothing.

Nothing?

What do you mean?

Bad investments.

We are quite worried Jack.

I'm surprised.

Poor chap.

Situation is pretty serious
for you too, isn't it?

Hmm, I'm afraid it is, yes.

Good, Lord.

I suppose my investment's
been swallowed up already.

Jack it was a wonderful start.

We just need more to
keep us on our feet.

We want
to pay you back.

She's had a brainwave.

It is not a brainwave,
it's a pretty dreary idea.

I have to go, Evie
will explain all.

Goodbye, wish me luck.

Good luck.

I'm so pleased that you wrote
to me after all this time,

and how fine you're looking.

Reading between the lines as
you must have wanted me to.

I assume you and Evangeline

understand why I broke up my
friendship with your father.

You discovered he was a
habitual adulterer and a liar,

a miser and a tyrant.

To Evie and me at least.

That must have been
very hard for you both.

Having to come to terms
with that knowledge.

I still does Evangeline's
godfather.

How did Henry explain why,

quite suddenly, I was no
longer a visitor at your home?

He told us you'd been
posted abroad.

But every year on her
birthday and at Christmas,

there were your gifts for Evie,

posted from somewhere in London.

I used to be quite
jealous sometimes.

-I don't believe that,

not for one moment.

Now as to the matter in hand.

Your kind of business,
however praise worthy

is too small a scale to
interest my colleagues here.

This is a matter of the
high-street banks.

I have tried the high-street
banks.

And they turned you down?

Now, they turned you down

because your proposals
are inadequate.

Poor in accounting skills

and inspire no confidence
in a would be investor.

You are asking men
to lend you money

with which to build a
hazy personal dream.

Now, what interest does a
hazy personal dream pay?

If I were a man, would
you talk to me like this?

Would you be so dismissive.

Certainly I would.

Far more men come to me
with impossible projects

than do women.

But why is it impossible?

Largely because you
have no guarantor.

No one prepared to foot the bill

if you and Evangeline go under.

Why should we go under?

Because you're aiming at
under funding from the start.

I won't take up any
more of your time.

Beatrice, I know this
much, you've got courage,

and the conviction of your
abilities and Evangeline's.

But we are two empty
headed girls,

trying to make our way
in a world of men.

I'm sorry, if I gave
you that impression.

Truly sorry.

Beatrice,

bear this in mind,

Arthur Eliott has the
reputation in the city

of being a sound man.

Persuade Mr. Eliott to
stand as your guarantor

and I promise I will
state your case

as a personal gesture
to my board members.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Part as friends?

I want you to succeed,

what I don't want to see,

is you nose diving
into bankruptcy.

There's too much of
that about already.

Goodbye.

-Beatrice.

I would like to step in again
as Evangeline's godfather

and in a more personal way.

May I call on her, sometime?

Quite soon?

Yes, of course.

A little high don't you
think Mrs. Eliott?

Lady Colefax won't
have her hemline

an niche lower, your ladyship.

Oh, does make for Sibyl
Colefax, do you?

Yes.

My dear you are on
the up and up.

And your trim ankle
and a good calf

could withstand this
blast of fashion.

The hemline will do nicely,

have it completed and sent on
to me at Southampton Square.

Of course, your ladyship.

Good good.

Such charm these small
businesses have.

We think nothing else but
of your ladyship's pleasure,

Lady Finehurst.

Such loyalty.

Such nimble fingers.

-Good day.
-Good day.

Thank you Lady Finehurst.

Bye bye.

Spot cash Tilly, save
it for a rainy day.

Bea, you've got to
make up your mind.

I know.

I know, I know.

Well, whatever you decide,
I'm with you.

You'll be rather more with
me if I talk to Arthur.

Believe me, I can't
think of nothing worse.

But that man is our last hope.

And if he stands
as our guarantor,

Sir Desmond will help us?

Yes, we have everything to
lose by not approaching him.

Do it now, make an appointment
to see him.

No, he's far too sure of himself

when he's standing
behind his desk.

This calls for the
personal approach.

And now, before I go
off the whole idea.

Miss Beatrice Eliott.

Beatrice, unexpected
pleasure, please sit down.

A drink?

There is nothing personal
about this visit Arthur,

it's strictly business.

Business?

And why not an appointment
at my office?

Unless you've summoned
us to your office,

you are always too
busy to see us.

Well, what is it you
want to discuss?

We need help.

We need a guarantor.

You.

Then Sir Desmond Gillespie
thinks he can raise enough money

to set our enterprise going.

Gillespie, you don't
mean to tell me

you've approached him?

Why not, he's Evie's
godfather, isn't he?

Gillespie Saroyan,

dealing with national and
international accounts,

not with parlour dressmaking.

He felt sure that as
Evie's guardian,

you'd be prepared to
act as our guarantor.

And that when you did.

Gillespie said that?

And that when you did,

he would certainly offer our
proposition to his board.

No, no Beatrice, that
bird won't fly, I'm sorry.

Are you turning me down
because Evie turned you down?

Personalities don't enter
into a business proposition.

You made that clear
when you arrived.

And you came here to ask
me to stand as guarantor,

but I can't, not for a project

I truly believe to be
doomed from the word go.

Evie told me I was wasting
my time coming to see you.

And she was right, just as she
was right to turn you down.

You are a man of straw, Arthur.

And if you didn't irritate
me so much,

I might even feel sorry for you.

Be glad Arthur wouldn't help us.

It's bad enough him
being my guardian,

if he had that extra
control over us

he'd drive us mad
within a month.

No, there's always a
silver lining hey.

What do you think?

It's not that bad, is it?

The golden lion myself

written, produced,
directed by yours truly.

Sorry Jack, it's very good.

We're just a bit
preoccupied at the moment.

Had no luck with the
extra funding?

-What are you gonna do?

I don't know but this
isn't going to stop us.

Whatever we have to do,
we're not gonna give up now.

The way I see it, with
nothing to sell,

with nothing form,

so what do you need is a
cheque that'll be honoured,

to tide you over until
business picks up.

What do you think we've
been looking for

day after day.

After day after day.

This double act can stop now.

Now look, what I'm gonna do,

what I'm gonna do is
to double my investment

in Eliotts and Eliotts.

No Jack, you've done
far too much already.

What better course
could there be?

I don't believe it.

Cross my heart.

Well, with
an investment like that,

then we have to do
something positive for you.

We'll pay you
back as soon as we can.

No Evie, I know, let's make
him a director of the firm.

A film director yes,
firm director no.

You've seen me at
a board meeting?

Well Jack,
is either that

or we shan't accept your
more than generous offer.

I see, well, in that case,
what option does a man have?

Run it again.

Dear sir, further to your claims

to a substantial loyalty

of the estate of the
late Dr. Henry Eliott,

would you be kind enough
to attend to these offices

when we may discuss these claims

and other matters both
fully and confidentially.

I'm sir, your obedient servant,
Arthur Eliott, solicitor.

Am I to understand that
you formally renounce

any earlier claims you made

to the effect that you are
Dr. Eliott's natural son?

Yes,

I was misled by my mother.

Anyway, that's all
cleared out now.

The recent correspondence
suggests other wise, so.

For almost 25 years,

Henry Eliott maintained my
mother as if she were his wife.

Bought her a house,
paid all her bills,

gave her an allowance,

put me through prep school,
Rugby and Cambridge,

spent almost as much time
with her as he did at his,

at his legal home.

In return, she gave him
everything a wife could give.

Love, devotion, the closest
interest in all his doings.

Sir, I believe that
to be so, yes.

Well then, Dr. Eliott's dead,

but his responsibilities
to my mother as his,

as his wife in all that name,

must surely continue.

A settlement, I want a
just, reasonable settlement

to maintain her in some
comfort in her old age.

Were those the facts?

They are the facts
and you know it.

Were those the entire facts,

then consideration would
have to be given

to your mother's claims.

But you've seriously imagined

that Henry Eliott could have
maintained your mother and you

in such manner as you've
both enjoyed

on his fees as a doctor
in general practise,

as well as maintaining
his legal family

and home in Highgate.

Mr. Pearce,

you do us both a disservice
if you persist in this vain.

What are you driving at?

On the pretext of a
blood relationship

with Miss Beatrice and
Miss Evangeline Eliott,

you've tried to insinuate
yourself into their lives.

Well, at the time I believed
I was their half brother.

But you aren't, and you
now know you aren't.

So this intrusion into their
lives must cease forthwith.

Ask your mother, what she knows
of the following gentlemen.

Mr. Simon Drew of Devices,

Mr. Roger Dunlap of Winster,

there's Sir Frederick in news,
there's Cullin of Kensington,

shall I go on?

Let me see that.

Who are these men?

All current or former
acquaintances of your mother.

What are you insinuating?

Any one of whom could
be your natural father.

You have their addresses, go
and badger them for reparation.

I have a police constable
outside

just waiting for my signal.

Dr. Eliott did more than
enough in his own modest way

to acknowledge his
relationship with your mother.

Now this whole episode is over.

Take that list and
get out of here.

If you attempt to bother
me or my family,

and that specifically includes

Beatrice and Evangeline
Eliott again,

I'll ensure that your
mother's reckless private life

becomes public knowledge.

Newspapers Mr. Pearce,
avid for scandal.

Arthur, delightful surprise.

How very nice, a
lunch time visit.

Yes, well, a client failed to
turn up for an appointment,

an hour to spare, and
I thought well,

why not look and see
how things are going?

You must do this more
often darling.

Here, let me take your things.

Thank you.

Yes and what did occur to me

since my firm's undergoing
its annual audit,

was that I might just take
a look at the club's books.

Cocktail coming up.

Something about the
books, darling?

Prost.

Hmm, that's better.

Isn't it always, sweetest
sin in the world.

Have your gasper love.

Oh, I must have left
my case in the office.

I shan't keep you a moment.

Oh, dear, the books.

Susie as a legal advisor
to the club,

I am expected to take a glance
of the

from time to time.

Of course you are, darling.

It's just we've been
so rushed recently

that I must fess up to being
just a little bit behind hand

with the books and so.

Nevermind, the general overview.

On Tuesday, was it,

yes, Tuesday night I
decided to take the books

and all the paperwork
home, and believe me,

sweetest little Susie's
been at those accounts

every moment she's had.

So they should be ready when?

By the weekend?

Weekend it's an itsy-bitsy
trixie, sweetheart,

this small person's been invited

to a very large party
in Deauville.

Oh, but of course, you must go.

-So, next week for the books.

Oh, any evening after
Tuesday, beloved

and I'll be here
at your disposal.

Now do drink up or your
cocktail will be getting hot.

What's that?

A hazy personal dream?

There is nothing hazy about it.

It's all there in detail
and it's mine.

It's not a copy of last month's
gay little number by Lucio.

Lucio couldn't design anything
half as clever as that,

but who Evie of our
existing clientele

is going to pay for
an original by you,

when we can deliver a
cunning copy of a Lucio

or a Worth and at a third
of their prices.

I'm not going to copy
other people's designs

for the rest of my life.

Evie won't be a moment
Sir Desmond.

The knightly address
is for clients only,

for heaven's sake
call me Desmond.

What a charming room.

Have you lived here long?

Well, not much more than a year.

Hello.

I simply don't believe it.

Was it for this lovely creature
that I stood at the front

and renounced the devil
and all his works,

how absolutely delightful
to see you again.

We'll have a wonderful
evening together.

-Oh.
-Hello, I'm Sebastian.

-Who are you?
-Daphne Haycock.

Daphne, that's a lovely
name for a lovely girl.

Tell me, I saw you with that
chap over there,

ordering you a drink.

Are you alone or is he your man?

Oh, he's not, we call
him

because that's what he is.

enjoy this house.

He's a regular member here?

Darling, he's a founder member,

and a joint earner and director,

he's seating on a little
goldmine if you ask me.

And so it would seem.

C'mon that's enough of that.

Where are we going?

What do
you wanna drink?

Anything darling, anything.

So long as it's cool and strong.

A bottle of whiskey, two
glasses, plenty of ice.

Ciggy?

But likely.

Hey likely.

And if you have a liking
for stronger stuff.

Available here?

Just go to the office,

talk to Peter, prove
your membership

your father.

I might just do that.

Goodie goodie, everybody
else does.

I'm sorry that Arthur
couldn't be your guarantor.

He didn't believe in
us, like everybody else.

No matter, thank you
for this Desmond.

Can I ask?

How did you become
so successful?

Success is relative.

I was lucky enough
to have a father

who could afford to put me
through school and university.

But the moment I'd
taken my degree,

his financial support stopped,

I had to make my own
way in the city.

So what did you do?

I joined a firm of stockbrokers

as a very junior member
of the staff.

I watched and listened
to my seniors

and I began to learn
how the exchange worked.

There was money to
be made from money,

buying currency low
and selling it high.

So you think making money

is more important than making
things, items people need?

The creative part of investment

comes from encouraging
the right undertakings,

persuading people
to put their money

into worthy creative
enterprises.

Isn't ours a worthy
creative enterprise?

-Bea.
-No, no Evie,

Beatrice is right,
it's a fair point.

But there are other
aspects to be considered.

For example, what is
its financial potential?

Don't you ever rely
on your instinct.

Oh, a great deal of the time.

I've made substantial
amounts of money

by backing my instincts
on enterprises

that were originally
nothing but a vague idea.

-But ours.
-But I've also

lost quite a lot being guided
by the wrong instincts.

So your instincts tell you

that what Evie and I are trying
to achieve is bound to fail?

Not at all.

Don't misunderstand me Beatrice,

there's a lot of luck
in any business venture.

To succeed in anything,
you have to have flair,

you have to have
driving ambition,

and yes, indeed, you
have to have luck.

Now from what I've learnt
this evening,

you both have the flair,
you both have the ambition.

But you don't think
we have the luck.

Not yet.

But don't give up.

I am still searching for
another way to help you.

Would you,
speaking].

That was a lovely evening,
wasn't it?

Hmm.

We're still nowhere near
finding the finance we need.

Well, Desmond said he was
still trying to help us.

Evie, your godfather
is a wealthy man

if he really believed in us,

he'd have put some of his
own money into our project.

Don't you think he was serious
then, about helping us?

Yes, I think he meant it,

I'm just disappointed, he
didn't back us personally.

Well, he's a business man Bea.

I did like him though.

Yeah.

I think I would trust
him, despite everything.

He said, all we needed was luck.

We certainly do.

Susie Hofman.

Please be seated.

Arthur Eliott.

Yes.

Would there be anything
else, your ladyship?

No, I don't think so.

Oh, yes.

Did Mr. Arthur leave for the
office early this morning?

He may have done mum

but I wouldn't know because
he didn't leave from here.

What?

He never came home last night.

When I took his tea
up this morning,

his bed hadn't been slept in.

Not come home?

Why didn't you tell
me immediately.

In all 18 members of
the popular 25 Club

and six members of staff

were arrested after a police
raid on the Soho premises

early this morning.

Among those arrested were co
owners Mr. Peter Lo-Ching,

Miss Susan Hofman and
Mr. Arthur Eliott,

a prominent London solicitor.

Oh my god.

I don't believe it,

Arthur involved in
a shady night club.

Exactly, shady.

You realise what this
means, don't you?

He can't be regarded as
a fit and proper person

to act as your guardian.

Of course, he can't.

Or to look after
father's estate.

This could be the luck,
Desmond was talking about.

Exactly.

We're going to have to
thrash this out with Arthur.

Did your livery dinner
last 17 hours, Arthur?

What do you think you look like?

How the livery dinner
degenerated rather.

Several of us went off to
some night spot rather.

I don't
believe this.

That we went off to a nightclub?

Was it that 25 Club?

It all became rather lively.

Oh, Daphne, Daphne Haycock
and her guy,

were fooling around, having a
high time,

when those police arrived.

A lot of us were there,
Sonnie Bapton,

, Daphne.

Mother, we simply appeared
before Benton magistrates,

that's all,

people are always being
arrested in nightclubs.

Flappers and play boys
perhaps, but not solicitors.

Mother, there'll be no outcome
to this at all, believe me.

It's over and done with.

During their raid, the
Metropolitan Police uncovered

not merely another private club

dispensing alcoholic drinks
beyond the hours of its licence.

But a club on whose premises

proscribed drugs could
freely be bought

for immediate consumption
on those premises.

I speak of opium gentlemen
of the jury.

I speak of cocaine.

I speak of insidious
and invidious drugs

that can lead only to
sickness, madness, and death.

I shall further prove gentlemen,

that the owners and
directors of the 25 Club,

have been ferrying
by the shipload,

regular supplies of whiskey

to the shores of the
United States of America

for an outrageous profit
and clandestinely,

clandestinely, since the sale

and consumption of
alcoholic beverages

is expressly forbidden by the
laws of those United States.

This is a trial

not of careless and foolish
infringes of some minor law.

No.

What we have on trial here

are three corrupt and
cynical renegades,

whose punishment must be
exemplary and rigorous.

What I am famous to point
out gentlemen of the jury,

is that I am defending not
all three of the accused,

but my clients,

is Susan Hofman, and
Mr. Peter Lo-Ching.

Two honest and hard working
citizens of this country,

who for some time

have been running a
respectable and popular club.

My clients have been
criminally duped

by the third defendant,
Mr. Arthur Eliott,

whose detestable adventures
into drug peddling

and prohibition braking,

were carried on entirely
unknown to my clients.

Arthur Eliott is the
éminence grise,

the power behind the throne.

He and he alone is
responsible for the wickedness

that has been so rightly
brought to book

by dedicated members of the
Metropolitan Police Force.

My lord, gentlemen of the jury,

emotional claptrap gentlemen,

is used by members
of my profession,

when they know that
their arguments are weak,

and the allegations without
factual, provable evidence.

Moral outrage may be
good for the soul,

but it has no basis for
legal judgement .

And my client, Mr.
Arthur Eliott,

has been the object of nothing
but emotional claptrap,

since the moment
this trial began.

Peter Lo-Ching, you
are an educated man,

and once you were an
honest businessman,

but greed overcame your scruples

and you began importing
cocaine and opium,

to be sold with no thought

to the physical or
moral consequences,

to the members of your club.

In addition, and contrary
to the laws of this country,

you exported whiskey to be sold

to equally unprincipled
criminals

in the United States of America.

The Western world must know,

that those who seek to deprave
and corrupt its countrymen

can expect nothing but
condemned punishment.

You will serve three
years with hard labour,

in one of his majesty's prisons.

Susan Hofman.

Yours was not the guiding hand
in this squalid enterprise,

but you willingly and
with full knowledge,

supported that guiding hand.

You will go to prison
for one year.

Arthur Richard Eliott.

There is no doubt in my mind
that you had any knowledge

of your partner's illicit
and dangerous trade.

But ignorance of
criminal activity

when it's being perpetrated
in a business

of which you are a founder,
and a director

is not a satisfactory defence.

You should have known
what was going on.

You are a man of law,

and your criminal folly
to allow yourself

to be hoodwinked for so
long, by your co-defendants,

Lo-Ching and Hofman.

I'm fining you 1000 pounds
for your reckless disregard

for the reputation of your club,

and for the physical and moral
well being of its members.

In addition, you will also
serve 28 days in prison.

Ah, Lady Finehurst.

I've caught you just in time.

Ah, Miss Eliott.

Your gown, I believe
we had an appointment.

I don't know how you have the
audacity to come here after.

After what Lady Finehurst?

After the disgraceful scandal

surrounding your relative
Arthur Eliott.

I beg your pardon.

I would no more wear that gown

than use a prescription
supplied by Dr. Crippen.

I don't think I quite
understand.

You'll have none of
my business madam

and I shall make quite sure

that none of my acquaintance
patronise you in future.

It was not my cousin Arthur

who made this gown
Lady Finehurst,

whether you wear it or not,

your bill is still the
same, 25 guineas.

If you relish another
case in court,

then sue me for the money.

No one welshes on a business
debt and just goes scot free.

Are you daring to
threaten me, Miss Eliott?

By tomorrow, your
name and address

and the nature of your debt

will be entered into the books
of Mrs. Dun and Bradstreet.

Within a week no shop or
business will accept your
credit.

It'll be cash on
the nail, madam,

and how will Lord Finehurst
care for that?

Get out of my way.

Lady Haycock, your ladyship.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you, no.

How's Daphne?

As I'm sure you realised,

she and her friends were
supplied with drugs from that
club.

Daphne's been inhaling
cocaine quite regularly,

but she is yet not an addict,
is no thanks to Arthur.

As it is, Robert and I
have sent her to Austria

to a sanatorium.

I'm very, very sorry.

I'm sure you are.

I don't imagine for a moment,

that any of the events
of the past few months

have given you any pleasure.

You have failed with Arthur,
as I have failed with Daphne.

Arthur's had one kind
of punishment.

The rest will be
waiting for him,

when he comes out of prison.

He's ruined, in this
country at least.

And you Lydia,

will lose your entire
circle of acquaintances.

It isn't fair.

It isn't Christian.

But that's how people behave.

And I don't think I want
to know such people.

Do we know any other?

I shall have to make it
my business to, shan't I?

But thank you for having the
grace to warm me in person.

Goodbye, Lydia.

Goodbye Dolly.

Mrs. Gregory.

Yes, I understand.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Yes, yes, perhaps when you
come back from holiday.

Of course, goodbye.

Thank your cousin Arthur.

Mrs. Gregory.

She's had to go away
unexpectedly,

so she's cancelling her order.

Oh, why don't they come
out with the real reason

instead of these feeble excuses?

Well, at least she telephoned.

It's better than all those
letters we've been getting.

Cowardice I call it.

Where I live we tell people
things to their faces.

I just don't understand it,

seems the higher up you go
the less honesty there is.

Tilly, we can be just as bad,

how many times have
we gritted our teeth

when customers have
been impossible?

Leave them to me next
time Miss Bea,

I'll tell them a few untruths.

Fine Tilly, and then we'll
all be out in the streets.

At least we'll go out
with a flourish.

I won't really do that.

We know.

I've been thinking,

as times are bad.

Yes, Tilly.

What are you trying to say?

Well, there's not a lot
for me to do you see.

So if you wanted to let me
go, I'd quite understand it.

Tilly, the thought hadn't
even crossed our minds.

We're not that badly off yet.

Unless of course you want to.

Oh, no, Miss Bea.

I love tidying up and
making cups of tea.

-Makes a change in dressmaking.
-

I'll get that.

Probably Jack ran out
of biscuits again.

I wish to see Miss Beatrice
or Miss Evangeline.

This way Lady Finehurst.

Lady Finehurst.

Miss Eliott, I hope I
haven't disturbed anything.

Obviously not.

I'll make us a cup of tea.

Not for me, thank you.

To what do we owe this
unexpected pleasure,

Lady Finehurst?

I assume you received
your coat and gown,

they were dispatched on
receipt of your payment.

I am delighted with them.

I am thinking of
commissioning another gown,

something for the
evening this time.

I don't think I quite
understand.

It's quite simple.

I'm giving you another order.

I do not condone what
your cousin did.

However, he is paying
for his mistake.

Have you come here
today to gloat

because we seem to be
losing customers?

Do you want my business?

And if we decided to
make you another gown,

would you refuse to pay again?

I would give you a
check in advance.

What is it you really want?

After you came to see me,

I felt I had been somewhat
hard on you.

And you've had a
change of heart?

Isn't one allowed to
change one's mind?

Whatever your reasons,
Lady Finehurst,

I'm afraid we cannot
accept your order.

We have our principles too.

I see.

Miss Eliott it is
hard to apologise

and admit that one was wrong.

I accept and admire
your principles.

In your position I would
have done the same.

Not many people have had the
courage to stand up to me.

Whether you accept my order
or not is entirely up to you.

But my hope is, that you will.

Good luck Arthur.

Arthur.

It's been a long month Arthur.

You've had plenty of time
to think about your future.

What you're going to do.

When we get home, I
shall have a long bath,

a stiff drink, a change of
clothes, I stink of prison.

And I'll arrange to visit
Beatrice and Evangeline.

I hardly think you will receive
a warm welcome from them.

I'm not so sure about that.

But I need to keep one step
ahead of the Law Society.

To do so, I have to talk to
the girls pretty damn quick.

Thursday the 12th at 11:30?

Thank you so much Mrs. Grubal.

Goodbye.

Did you say Mrs. Grubal?

The Maisie Grubal,
Queen of Belgravia.

And if she likes our
work, her whole set is in.

Everyone young and smart has
been absolutely delighted

by Arthur's notoriety,
they're all flocking here

for the latest gossip
and the newest fashion.

But Maisie Grubal.

So if you could just get
yourself arrested Tilly,

-a fortune made.
-

Oh, not another appointment.

Eliott's, may I help you?

Arthur.

I'll be less frank with you,

about certain financial
interests.

I
assure you, dishonesty.

Yes, less than frank.

Why?

All in good time.

But soon?

In the matter of the club,
what I've never told you

is that your father put up
80% of the money to start it

and I put up the remainder.

Arthur.

It's all in the deeds,
black on white.

Is there nothing he
wouldn't spend his money on

except for us?

Please, please wait.

Now, because of the trial,

my stake in the club
and more of my own money

has gone to pay the fine
levied by the court.

But the rest, the interest and
the dividends belongs to you.

Arthur, why have you kept
this from us until now?

.

Believe it or not,
embarrassment.

I just didn't want you to
know that your father and I

were involved with that
kind of wealth.

Oh, please, Arthur.

I was wrong, I was stupid.

I admit it.

What else have you been
protecting us from Arthur?

There is something
else, isn't there?

I misjudged your ability to
run a business of your own.

And so as the executor
of your father's estate,

I decided not to disclose

the full amount of money
left in that estate.

I don't believe this.

In your own best interest,
so I then thought,

I set aside certain monies
from the estate

and from the sale of
the family house.

How set aside?

In a separate account,

attracting useful interest
everyday it's there.

-Without telling us?
-When we needed it most.

As your guardian,

I did what I thought was best.

Leaving us no say in the matter.

Arthur, tell me this, how much
money is there in the bank

waiting for us to
use as we choose?

From the estate, from
the sell of the house,

but mainly from the club.

You'll be in the possession
of some 3000 pounds,

made over to you to manage
until Evangeline comes of age.

And she'll share its
control with you.

If I told the Law Society

how you've misdirected
our affairs,

you'd be in more trouble
than you are.

I want you to appoint me
as Evie's legal guardian,

and Sir Desmond Gillespie as
executive of father's estate.

I'll see to it immediately.

And afterwards?

Obviously, you can never
work again in this country.

I understand.

I made one very good
friend during the war.

He has extensive business
interests in America.

He's offering me work as
a legal advisor in Boston.

I'm sailing next Monday.