All language subtitles for The.House.of.Eliott.S01E07.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track4_[eng]

Tilly.

Morning, Mr. Maddox.

Oh, fancy, innit?

Yes.

And when's it all
going to be over?

I'm sorry?

All this, the noise, the mess.

The House of Eliott has
a lot to answer for.

Miss Bea and Miss Evie
have been working so hard

trying to get this
ready in time.

They ain't stopped.

I don't doubt it.

Come to think of it, I haven't
seen them for a few days,

are they all right?

Yeah, there's just so
much to do before we open.

-I must go up.
-Careful, now!

Do you think it'll be ready
for the grand opening?

It was supposed to be
last week, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was.

Only Mr. Bunting didn't
like the colours,

so they had to be done again.

Hugo being as difficult as ever.

He's a very nice man.

I see, charmed you
as well, has he?

Miss Bea hopes it'll be
open in a couple of days.

Well, I'll believe
it when I see it.

And so will I.

I better go up.

Please, after you, your
need's greater than mine.

Excuse me.

Tilly?

This box here.

A little closer to the
wall for me, please.

Just a little more.

Thank you so much.

No, no, no, no, not like this.

Look.

Like that.

Watch it.

Beatrice, about the boarding.

Yes, Hugo?

Well, they've sent me cork
lighter than I ordered.

Hello, Madge, watch, be careful.

This is Madge Howard,
our new head seamstress.

Hugo Bunting, who's
responsible for all this chaos.

Pleased to meet you.

Miss Howard.

Excuse me.

About this cork, look,

they can't get the darker
shade until after we've opened.

I actually think the
light is better.

Evangeline agrees, but
I'd like your opinion.

Shall we go through?

I mean, it's going to be covered

in patent most of the time.

So, what do you think?

Evie.

Do you think you
could show Madge-

Oh, I was just-

Look, you finish what you're
doing, Miss Evangeline.

Oh.

Now, you must be Tilly.

How did you know that?

,
int it?

Now, what you rootling at?

I'm just trying to sort
out all of this lot.

Arrange them by colours first,

then we'll put them where we
can reach them, all right?

Now, Miss Evangeline.

If you tell me where my smock
is, I can start straight in.

I mean, I was asked to do
a restaurant, you know.

Mad on King Tut, like
everybody else.

Can you imagine the mummy's
tomb in darkest Bayswater?

I said it would give
everybody jippy tummy.

Mind if I join you?

Got no one else to talk to.

No, of course not.

Penelope, you know Hugo
Bunting, don't you?

You did this place
up, didn't you?

I dare say it's an improvement.

But if you ask me,

it's a shocking waste of
money in times like these.

Well, between us, we're
giving employment

to a score or more people,
Miss Maddox.

We can't have the workers
living in squalor, can we?

I'm having another drink,
would you like one?

Go on, then.

Penelope, you must meet my
godfather, Desmond Gillispie.

He's a banker.

I bet he doesn't give a
penny to charity, does he?

Penelope.

I'll wait for my drink first.

-Will you excuse me a moment?
-Certainly.

Lydia.

Desmond.

How pleasant.

I'm glad you're still
speaking to me.

It must be, what, 18 years?

My dear Desmond, very few
people are speaking to me.

Is that champagne
they're drinking?

Allow me to get you a glass.

Oh, I must go and be
nice to my aunt.

All dowagers should
be put in sacks

and thrown in the boss press.

Aunt Lydia.

Thank you, it's so good
of you to come.

My dear, it would appear to be

the social event of the week.

Well, we're very encouraged

so many people have
taken an interest in us.

I hope for your sake, Beatrice,

that you don't give them
too much credit.

-There we are.
-Thank you.

Please excuse me.

I was sorry to read
about Arthur.

Have you come over to gloat?

Merely because I fell
out with Henry-

You give these girls
your support.

My advice, Lydia,
only my advice.

You never came to see us.

I didn't wish to cause
any embarrassment.

Surely you did not become
a successful businessman

through strict adherence
to the proprieties?

Lydia, you
are incorrigible.

Maybe I can ask you
for lunch one day.

You would risk your reputation

with the mother of
a convicted felon?

Oh, hardly a felon, Lydia.

I would describe it as
an unfortunate weakness.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Weakness is something a
businessman understands.

Penelope.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

It's because you didn't
eat anything.

It isn't.

It's the champagne, then.

It's just me.

Let me get Hugo to
drive you home.

I'm perfectly capable of
getting myself home, thank you.

Well, let me let Jack help-

Evangeline, go back
to your party.

I'll be absolutely
fine on my own.

Better, in fact.

I can't just let you-

Look.

Weren't you surprised
how many turned up?

Hmm.

And I thought we'd ordered
too much champagne.

Was Penelope all right?

It's not like her to
feel sorry for herself.

I can understand it.

But she's so active,

so concerned about
everything and everybody.

But she has no life
of her own, Evie.

Well, she has-

She has a lot of people
she feels sorry for.

That's not the same as
having someone to care for.

Well, what about us?

Well, as from today, we have
our own baby to look after.

I think Aunt Lydia was
quite impressed.

She actually complimented
me on one of my designs

in front of Mrs. Horwood.

Did you see her with
Sir Desmond?

I'd say Sir Desmond could

take care of himself,
wouldn't you?

I'm never bored.

That's because you have
no imagination.

I've got more imagination
in my left earlobe

than you've got in your-

Aren't you fed up
with fat dowagers?

No, you just have to
tell them what they need.

To me, they're all beginning
to look exactly the same.

The more you insult them, the
more they keep coming back.

I'm turning people away, Jack.

You see, in the film business-

Actresses?

They're worse than dowagers.

Prettier.

And more interesting.

They only ever want to
talk about themselves.

Unlike you.

I'm well-known as the most
modest, self-effacing-

Miserly.

I shall buy you a drink, Jack.

Good lord, I thought
Christmas was long gone.

To thank you for introducing
me to the Eliott girls.

Yes, I saw you loitering
around Evie.

I was merely paying her
the attention due

from any man of taste.

Something, of course,
you would not understand.

Two more.

"Shall I compare her
to a beautiful day?

She is so pretty and
so bright, I do admit.

Heavy winds do shake the
greenish leaves of May.

While summertime is
gone before we know it."

I haven't quite finished it yet.

What do you think?

-Oh, well, I...
-You don't like it.

Oh, no, I'm not saying
that, Mr. Fox.

Well, it just seems
very familiar.

Of course, it may be that
I'm a little out of touch.

Well, naturally-

Most people, ordinary people,
not people like yourself.

Well, I'm perfectly ordinary.

They don't like novelty,
do they?

Nothing too original
to understand.

You stole it, didn't you?

I was never very good
at avoiding detection.

Is that why you're here?

No.

That was due to an
unscrupulous merchant bank.

Gillispie Saroyan.

Gillispie?

That sounds familiar.

Desmond Gillispie.

Really?

He's godfather to
a friend of mine.

Is he?

Then I'll say no more.

Oh, no, you
can't stop now, Mr. Fox,

you must go on, please.

Are we lunching in private

because of your celebrated
discretion,

or because you would rather
not be seen with me in public?

We are here because the
food and wine are,

I trust you agree, better
than anywhere else.

I am not ungrateful.

You were always
good at bearing grudges.

So were you.

I'm making up for it by being
nice to Henry's daughters.

Charity.

Business.

He made his fortune stealing

other people's ideas,
Miss Maddox.

What do you mean?

I had a small engineering
company.

He took it over.

Promised to build it up.

All he did was exploit
the best patents,

and let the rest go hang.

So, how did you end up in here?

I tried to save my workers,
Miss Maddox,

and in doing so, I had to
resort to unorthodox methods.

You mean fraud.

The only difference between
mine and Gillispie's is

he got a knighthood,
and I got four years.

Of course, I can't complain.

I've cut many a good friend

for less than what Arthur
put me through.

Ah, what's he up to?

He is a partner.

Naturally, a junior partner
in a law firm,

naturally, a minor firm,

in of all places, Boston.

A very pleasant town.

You have visited it?

So I'm told.

Exactly.

There's no society
there whatever.

I'd rather die than
join him in exile.

There's nothing wrong
with starting a new life.

If you think I would give
them the satisfaction.

Them?

You know how I fought
my way in, Desmond.

You have done the same.

Using different weapons.

Would you let them
drive you out?

Of course not.

And nor shall I.

I'll drink to that.

And to The House of Eliott.

Do you mean the family,

or those girls and
their dress shop?

Lydia, they are known
as couturiers.

Ha!

Oh, I love the
boldness, Louise.

Brown and red.

Blood and sand.

It's wonderful.

Wonderful.

Don't you think so, Evangeline?

Well, I-

Surely you're not encouraging
Miss Eliott

to share your enthusiasm, Hugo.

Of course, interior design
isn't my field.

Nor is it Louise's.

I encouraged her to
do these designs.

We need some colour and
excitement, instead of boring
pastels

and dull old copies
of William Morris.

It's a wonderful opportunity

to break away from the
closed little gallery world.

Well, I do like your
work, Miss Farrer,

but if I may just be honest...

Go on.

Go on, Evangeline.

One artist has the right
to criticise another.

Oh, I hardly know...

I wouldn't call myself
an artist.

I've learned a lot from Hugo.

And he's nothing if not
honest about one's work.

Well, if I might just say then,

I think I would find this a
little difficult to live with.

Blood and sand in
a sitting room.

My dear girl, didn't I explain?

I'm sorry, this is for the
palace of an Arabian prince.

Oh.

Of course.

You're not going sulky
on me, are you?

Well, you needn't have made
me feel quite so small.

Art is something I
care deeply about.

And a talented artist is
rare enough to be cherished.

Yes, well, I know I'm
not like Miss Farrer.

You have your own special
talent, Evangeline.

And what is that?

I recognise it, if you don't.

You're just trying to make
up for being so beastly.

Don't you think of yourself
as an artist?

I know what I want to do.

And sometimes I think
I can do it.

But you haven't the courage
of your convictions.

You have to express yourself
in your own way, Evangeline,

that's the qualification
of a true artist.

I was rude to Miss Farrer.

Do you think I should apologise?

At least you were honest to her.

Louise used to worry
about upsetting people.

Only when she started
working for herself,

pleasing herself, creating
her own standards,

did she become enormously
successful.

Hugo, do you-

Close your mind, and your talent

will forever remain little.

Open it, and who knows what
exotic blooms may flower.

Jack Maddox, I presume.

Miss Baily, I'm a
devoted admirer.

I suppose you're going to
say you've seen all my films.

I might've missed one or two.

What I want is a completely
new set of photographs.

I shall expect them
to be flattering.

-You can be sure-
-And as I'm in

the middle of a film,

you will have to fit your
schedule around mine.

I look best in left
profile lit from behind.

Can you do that?

For you, Miss Baily.

Francine.

I think we shall work
quite well together.

I'm sure of it.

It'll be both a privilege
and an education.

With you as teacher?

Oh, no, no, it is I who
will learn from you.

You have a face that
the camera loves.

Mr. Maddox.

No, I mean it.

I so admired your performance
in "The Stranger Leaves Town".

We filmed that in
only five days.

Really?

How extraordinary.

You must tell me more.

You see, I actually hope to
direct films myself soon.

I don't suppose, knowing
how busy you are,

there'd be any chance of
lunch, or perhaps dinner?

-Mr. Maddox.
-Jack, please.

Jack, let's get one
thing straight.

This is a professional
relationship.

You're not a bad looking fellow.

I assure you, I didn't
mean anything untoward.

I happen to be a very close
friend of the head of studio.

Sidney does not take kindly

to men who take an
interest in me.

He has been known to ensure
that they never work again.

Do I make myself clear?

Good.

Now, do you still want
to take pictures of me?

Very much.

I'm glad.

I've made a list of the
ones I want to start with.

Am I allowed to say that
you're very beautiful?

My dear Jack, isn't this
the land of free speech?

Who was on the phone?

Guess.

Hugo.

Sebastian.

Sebastian?

I like him, Bea.

He means no harm.

All that business
wasn't his fault.

His mother deceived him in
the same way she did us.

What did he want?

Just to see us.

Why, we're no longer related.

Well, to see me, then.

He's an adventurer, Evie.

I don't think there's
anything wrong with that.

He hasn't been in touch
since before Arthur's trial.

Why should he suddenly telephone
after such a long silence?

You may have replaced
Arthur as my guardian, Bea,

but you don't have
to sound like him.

Evie.

I just...

I just don't want to see you...

Getting hurt?

Yes.

It would hurt more
to allow myself

to get too close to someone
like Hugo and then lose him.

But I thought you liked Hugo.

I do, very much.

Despite the fact I approve?

I'm just not ready to become
too attached, that's all.

But you're ready to take
up with Sebastian

the moment he crooks his finger.

It's just a day out, a
bit of fun, that's all.

Do you mean you intend
going out alone with him?

Oh, do I have to ask
your permission now?

Evie.

I work as hard as you do, Bea,

aren't I entitled to a
day out occasionally?

Yes, of course you are,

but are you going to
be alone with him?

Don't you trust me?

All right.

All right.

I never realised how
difficult it was

to run both a business
and a family.

Am I that difficult?

No.

But no wonder father failed so.

What if I feel sick?

It'll be like sailing on
the round pond, I promise.

I've never been on
a boat, either.

What a sheltered life
you've led, Evangeline.

Not by choice.

Nevertheless, it marks
you, doesn't it?

What do you mean by that?

You're afraid to take a risk,

which I quite understand.

I am not.

Then why are you making
such a fuss

about coming out with me?

Sebastian-

I'm not the Red Baron, you know.

I know that.

I've flown scores of
people across the channel,

and never had a single
complaint.

Lots of them ask
for me personally

when they want to fly again.

I'm sure.

So, why don't you trust me?

I do.

-But-
-Have I ever misled you?

Do you seriously think
I'd put someone at risk

who matters so much to me?

So, you're sure it'll
be all right, then?

Why do you think I've been
checking it so carefully?

No, I mean to take a
friend on a Sunday.

I can do what I like.

The chap who owns these kites
relies on me absolutely.

But shouldn't you at
least ask the man?

We're two grown-up people, Evie,

we're capable of making
our own decisions.

If you don't believe that-

I do.

Well, then, what are
we waiting for?

You comfortable?

Very.

A nice little machine, this.

You wait.

Sebastian.

We won't fly too high, will we?

I won't even loop the loop.

Oh!

Not this time, anyway.

Jack, are you there?

Shan't be a moment.

Oh.

I heard the door.

Well, I don't want
to disturb you.

I'm nearly finished.

Just trying to get this
portfolio of Francine Baily
ready.

On a Sunday?

It's all the same when

you're your own boss, isn't it?

She's very beautiful.

-Think so?
-Mm.

She doesn't really appeal to me.

What can I offer you?

No, it's all right, I
don't want to disturb you,

not if you're busy.

I can't very well take a
film star wet prints, can I?

Sit down.

Actually, I did want
to talk to you.

Business or pleasure?

Both.

I could try and make
us some tea,

though since my new
receptionist took over...

I don't need anything.

Probably just as well.

Where's Evie?

She's out.

Jack, I'm a little worried.

Beatrice, she's nearly 21.

You're going to have
to let go of her soon.

No, not about Evie.

It's about the firm.

I wish Tilly wouldn't
call it a dressmaker's

when she answers the telephone.

It's a fashion house,
for goodness sake.

And I know it's a small thing,

but it does make a difference.

She loves that telephone.

Do you want her to ruin
the image you've built up?

Jack, we need more clients.

We have enough at the moment.

Well, when they finally
settle their accounts.

I suppose I thought...

I don't know, everyone seemed
so pleased with our dresses,

-and yet-
-Word of mouth

isn't enough, Beatrice.

You have to spread the message.

Ask Penelope.

Incidentally, she told me
something about Gillispie.

What?

Some jailbird she
visits says that

his business methods
are, well, dubious.

Would you call that a reliable
source of information?

Perhaps, perhaps not.

Nevertheless, you could
be a little wary.

Well, I am wary by nature, Jack.

Surely you've noticed.

I ought to be getting
these pictures

off to Francine Baily.

Certainly, yes.

Think I'll just clear
my head with a walk.

You should think about
advertising, Beatrice.

No, none of that
gentile snobbery,

you're in business, advertising
is what sells things.

No doubt you're right.

Thank you, Jack.

For my invaluable advice?

For listening.

What the hell are
you playing at?

Please, Roy.

Lady is present.

Allow me to introduce
Mr. Roy Cooper,

manager of this little
enterprise.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Cooper.

I think your plane is wonderful.

You do, do you?

What do you think you're doing?

Now, Roy, you surely
wouldn't begrudge

your best pilot giving
a girl a treat.

They're lovely.

Not so damn tight.

They're really lovely, Jack.

Of course, it all depends
on the sitter.

Oh, don't give me that, Jack.

I'm not one of your la-di-das.

I'm just a working girl
who's trying to

make the best of what
she's got while she can.

Trying to choke me, leave
that belt alone.

How's the film going?

The story stinks.

Monty couldn't direct
a wholesome card.

If it wasn't for Sidney,
I'd have walked weeks ago.

The studio boss?

Wouldn't that reflect
on your professionalism?

Hollywood's after me, Jack.

Why do you think I want you
to finish this portfolio?

We're ready for
you now, Miss Baily.

How many more sessions
do you think you'll need?

A couple should do it.

Good.

The sooner I'm out of
this, the better.

Thank you very much, dresser.

Bob, would you move
that, please?

Right, everyone clear the set.

We are going to rehearse
this scene first.

-Yes?

My dear Beatrice, how
good to see you.

Can I get you some tea,

or perhaps something
a little stronger?

A glass of madeira would be
very pleasant, thank you.

Dry, medium or sweet?

Medium.

I shall join you.

I had lunch with your
Aunt Lydia the other day,

did she tell you?

We've been so busy, I
feel rather guilty.

Her spites are still
as strong as ever,

I wouldn't let it worry
you.

And Arthur?

Do you care?

I've got over my business.

I feel rather sorry for him.

I think he thought he was
acting in our interests.

Well, self-interest is
the only reliable kind,

and he failed himself
lamentably.

-Nevertheless-
-Despite his and

your father's best efforts to
keep you both in servitude,

your independence is now secure.

That is one of the reasons
I've come to talk to you.

The assets realised from
the sale of the club

are invested in guilds,

and the rest are in the
shares we discussed,

which I'm glad to say are
rising in a satisfactory manner.

Nevertheless, things
aren't going

quite as well as you
expected, are they?

We're making progress.

I know what it's like, Beatrice,

to start a new enterprise.

It's always sensible to
be prepared for setbacks.

Stick to what you can afford
to lose and do not exceed it.

Even if you fail, as many
are doing in times like this,

you have sufficient reserves

to give yourself a
comfortable income,

as long as you do
not dip into them.

That is not our intention.

You have a full order book.

We shall not fail, Sir Desmond.

I hope not, my dear.

I hope not.

Do you see what I mean
about folk art?

It has all the virtues
of simplicity,

combined with true
craftsmanship.

Well, in clothes, Hugo,

there are new directions
which are entirely European.

Very silly some of them are.

I don't agree.

Oh, if only they looked
to the past.

Not to the fake past
of the Pre-Raphaelites,

but the real peasant tradition.

People don't want to
look like peasants.

I mean, would you want me
looking like a shepherdess?

Evangeline Eliott.

I like you just as you are.

Haven't you lot got anything
better to do?

Work of that quality ought
to be appreciated, Tilly.

I've never seen it, even
in me previous place,

and they had some good 'uns.

How come they let you go?

It was what you might call
a clash of personality.

I and the vendeuse,
stupid prune.

Oh, you didn't see
eye to eye, then?

Well, she only had one working,
and that never saw true.

All right, girls, we've followed

our Prime Minister's
advice for long enough.

Which was?

There are times when it is good

to sit still and go slowly,

but he doesn't work for
The House of Eliott.

Tom, can you make sure that

the bedroom scene is
being lit now, please?

Go away.

Only me.

-I just heard the news-
-Jack, come in.

Who told you?

-Monty?
-Yes.

He's in seventh heaven,
of course.

I reckon he told Sidney's wife.

Has she got you the
sack, I suppose?

To think I was wasting one of

the best performances
of my life.

Really?

Sidney's bed.

You know what they've done?

Monty told me they've-

Iris May, the poor cow.

Well, good luck to her,
that's not the point.

The point is they've
taken everything.

The car, the driver,
every dress I had made.

I shouldn't have thought
that was a problem.

I only wear originals, Jack,
people expect it of me.

Yes, of course.

I don't care about
the damn contract.

I've got to get myself
a whole new wardrobe

and book my passage
to Hollywood.

-See that?
-

Could be worse.

What's so funny?

You are.

-Would you laugh...
-Hm?

If I offered to fly
you to Paris?

No.

I'm serious.

So am I.

Good.

I thought I heard you.

Sorry, did I wake you, Bea?

It's all right.

Did you have a nice time?

Mm, lovely.

We went to the wax works.

Who's we?

Sebastian and I.

It was terrific fun.

Just the two of you?

No, there were plenty
of people around,

not the mention the dummies.

Where did you go after?

Bea, I'm not a baby anymore.

No, Evie, you're an extremely
attractive young woman,

and being alone with Sebastian-

You don't mind me being
alone with Hugo.

Well, that's different.

Why?

Because he's more suitable?

He takes you to museums.

You are so
Victorian sometimes.

I can't help when I was born.

I didn't mean that.

I just don't want you
to worry about me, Bea.

I'm not going to do
anything silly.

Like getting married, you mean?

I'm in no hurry.

Besides, you should
be the first.

At my age?

Plenty of men would be proud.

Name them.

Jack.

I'm very fond of Jack, but
can you see him as a husband?

Piggy.

A bankrupt actor.

Sir Desmond.

Evie, he's Father's
contemporary!

So, he's kind, he's caring,

he's as well connected
as you could wish.

Evie, I'm not interested
in marriage.

Because of Philip White?

That was so long ago.

Besides, there are more
important things.

Like what?

Well, if you spent more
time at home, you'd know!

I'm sorry.

It's not as if there's much for

you to do here at the moment.

Of course you deserve to go out

and enjoy yourself
as much as you can.

I'm just worrying
about it too much.

The business?

What else?

It will grow.

I know it will.

Dear Evie.

You know I'm usually right.

Well, often.

Well, sometimes, anyway.

My lawyer says I haven't
got a comeback.

I suspect what
he means is that

the film company pay
their lawyers more.

Damn the money, all I care
about is those dresses.

This is the last decent
thing I possess.

I thought you were going
to get some more made?

I've been round every
fashion house in London,

you'd think they'd be
falling over themselves,

but it's all, "Oh, no,
madam, we couldn't possibly

accommodate you in
so short a period."

Quite still, now.

Thank you.

When are you off?

Three weeks.

Got a drink?

Bubbly do?

If there's nothing else.

So, I think I may have a
solution to your problem.

Which one?

Your wardrobe.

What do you know about
things like that?

As a matter of fact,

I'm a director of an extremely
exclusive fashion house.

I don't believe you.

The House of Eliott.

I've heard the name.

They are, of course, expensive.

How good are they?

Good enough for the
Duchess of Alstone,

Dorabella Fortescue.

How big is their staff?

They're small, they've only
been in business a few months.

I need an entire wardrobe
in only three weeks, Jack.

They're very flexible,
they could take people on.

But would they?

If you were prepared
to pay for it, yes.

I told you, I've been offering
my money all round London.

Very well, then, I could
introduce you to them.

When?

Now, if you like.

So, we're talking about
six evening dresses.

I'm taking Sundays off.

Four two piece outfits,
and two tea dresses.

People expect so much of one.

I shall have to take
on extra staff.

It will be expensive, as I'm
sure you realise, Miss Baily.

On the other hand, Miss Eliott,

the publicity it
would bring you.

Let's not talk about
money just now.

Well, I'm afraid I shall
have to discuss money,

if we are to do the work
in the time available.

This is how much I estimate
it will cost.

Can you do it?

Yes, Miss Baily, if our
terms are agreeable.

Finish in time and I'll
give you a bonus.

I'm always appreciative
of good work.

Aren't I, Jack?

Always.

Well, I shall talk to my sister,

and we shall begin the designs.

Good.

Yes.

Could you make that
a bit fuller?

Perfect.

It's really clever.

Oh, you're not so bad yourself.

Right, now, your specialty
is finishing, int it?

Right, well, you can start
on buttonholes and bodices.

You'll get your chance,

but right now, it's all
hands to the pull.

Hello, if you want to
come with me, I'm Tilly.

You learned your cutting
with Sophia, didn't you?

One of the best, come with me.

Now, this is a pattern

we've been working on
for Mrs. Winifred.

The hem's too short.

-I think you'll find-
-It looks cheap.

I want it lengthened.

Of course.

Easily done.

And the sleeves, I wanted
applique cuffs.

Actually, you specified-

Aren't I allowed to
change my mind?

If you've got one.

What did you say?

Look, if Madam wishes
her dresses-

Are you going to let
her insult me?

Would you kindly return to
the work room, please, Madge?

I shall speak to you
in due course.

Yes, Miss Beatrice.

I want her sacked!

Cheek of the money I'm spending.

Miss Baily.

She was
downright rude.

I apologise on her behalf.

I insist!

We need every experienced
hand we have,

Madge is an excellent
seamstress, we rely on her
skill.

I shall make sure you

do not come into contact
with her again.

Nevertheless-

We have more important
things to discuss,

like the matter of your
cuffs, applique, you said?

I shall show you some samples.

Oh, Hugo.

Oh, I completely forgot,
I'm sorry.

I meant to telephone,
we've been so busy.

What's the matter?

We're doing an entire
wardrobe for Francine Baily.

Jolly good, you can buy
me dinner on the proceeds.

I'd love to, but we'll
have to wait for two weeks.

Do you mind?

Actually, yes.

Don't worry, I daresay
I shall survive.

Thanks.

No problems with the
smaller beading, Tilly?

No, Miss Bea, really
enjoying myself.

It's better than sitting at
home listening to them lot moan.

Why don't you go and make
yourself something to drink?

I'm just gonna finish-

I'd like a few words with
Madge, please, Tilly.

Madge.

I admire your work and the
way you organise the girls.

However, I will not have you
being rude to our clients,

not matter what the provocation.

But she's only ordinary like me.

There's not need to
give herself hairs

just so she cuts her dash.

That is nothing to do with you.

Miss Evangeline and I have
to put up with a great deal.

However, we will not put up
with rudeness amongst our staff.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Miss Beatrice.

Good.

Now, I think you should
both go Home.

Long hours combined with fury
do not produce the best work.

Well, Tilly could do
with the overtime.

We were just gonna finish-

Well, no more than half an hour.

All right?

Thank you, Tilly.

Aren't you gonna ask
what happened?

I don't wanna know.

Course you do, you're dying to.

Look, Madge, I call
you my friend.

I should hope so.

But I've known Miss Bea and
Miss Evie for a long time.

It's all right, everything's
grand.

Except for one thing.

What?

She says we've got
to stop work soon

and buy ourselves a gin.

Another poem?

No.

I've decided poetry
is not for me.

There's no money in it.

Are you writing
about your experiences?

Who'd want to read about
yet another injustice?

No.

I'm writing a letter to

my brother in Australia,
if you must know.

He's got a small business
in Melbourne.

Maybe he'll have a job for me.

Well, they say that there's

lots of opportunities
in Australia.

Trouble is we hated
each other as kids.

Yes, but you're both
grown up now.

I don't have much choice.

Gillispie's made sure
nobody will employ me here.

You're out next week,
aren't you?

Friday.

Do you have anywhere to stay?

With my sister and her family.

But only for a week or two.

She's got her hands
full already.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I was good at my
job, Miss Maddox.

So good I thought I
could take on Gillispie.

That was my biggest mistake.

Yes, but if you are as
innocent as you claim you are,

-then-
-Gillispie and his sort

have got influence everywhere.

People knew what I know.

What do you know?

I can't tell you, Miss Maddox.

But can you prove anything?

Maybe, if I get the chance.

Yes, but you'll be able
to do something

when you're released, surely.

That's what worries me.

Gillispie might know
when I'm coming out.

I say, Tilly, sorry to
disturb you and all that,

but I need to speak to Miss
Beatrice or Miss Evangeline.

They're around somewhere,
Miss Pen,

have you tried out the back?

Pen, have you come
to lend a hand?

Evie, I have got to talk
to you about Gillispie.

But since you have been in-

I know, I know, it's
nearly over.

But this is important, you know.

Pen, just a few more days.

We really haven't seen
anyone at all.

Just please, I must check
this with Madge.

Madge.

Jack?

You nearly made
me drop the plate.

Jack, do you remember
what I told you about Fox?

Not now, Pen.

Look, he is coming out soon,

and he is absolutely terrified

that Gillispie's going to
nobble him for a second time.

I've got to finish
this blasted portfolio.

Everybody is the same
in this house!

All too damn busy to listen!

Don't blame her, I insisted
on seeing you.

That's all right, Miss Hans.

Look here.

You know a man called Fox
doing four years for fraud.

Fox?

Yes, I remember him
very well, Miss Maddox.

Why don't you sit down?

He's told me some
things about you,

and I want to know
if they're true.

And your interest in him is?

I'm a prison visitor.

He's one of mine.

More to the point-

He told you that I ruined him,

and you're worried that I might

do the same thing to your
friends, the Eliotts.

Well, yes.

At least you're honest,
Miss Maddox,

which is more than one
can say for Mr. Fox.

I don't trust bankers, you see.

Oh, nor do I, but then
I'm a businessman.

Fox was a brilliant engineer
and a useless manager.

The company he started was
almost ruined when I bought it.

Please allow me to finish,
Miss Maddox.

I saved his company
and his staff.

I made certain that his
inventions were properly
exploited.

Fox, no doubt understandably,

resented losing day-to-day
control,

and he embezzled
funds in order to

start a new company with
his old workers.

They fortunately realised
where their future lay

and came to me.

They did?

Ask them.

I can give you names.

I had no alternative but
to call in the police.

Otherwise, the company might've

been ruined for a second time.

Right.

How is he, by the way?

His mind is still inventive.

Well, tell him to come and
see me when he gets out.

Maybe I can do something
for him.

How wonderful.

Thanks, Jack.

If only we had a few more days.

It's too late now, Miss
Evie, she's sailing tomorrow.

Right.

That's it, girls!

Nothing.

Francine Baily, she's
gone off to America

and left nothing.

Hello, this is Miss Eliott.

Yes, Miss Baily was
supposed to have sent us-

I realise that she sailed
three days ago, but surely she-

I'm sorry, I do realise
that you are only the maid,

but perhaps you could tell
us someone we might contact.

You've no idea?

Thank you for your
help, goodbye.

Evie, that woman has
left without paying us.

Are you sure there
hasn't been some-

I'm sure.

We've been robbed!

Beatrice, you're not
going to call the police.

I'm going to see if Jack has
suffered the same treatment.

What should I tell the girls?

The truth.

Jack, there must be something
you can do.

Going to the police
won't solve our problems.

But all our hard work.

Yours, too.

You know, with that money,
we would have been all right

for six months, at least.

I'm just sorry I
introduced her to you.

Jack, what are we going to do?

I apologise for disturbing
you, your front door was open.

Who are you?

James Vernon, I'm Miss
Baily's solicitor.

You have something
for us?

-Mr. Jack Maddox?
-Yes, that's me.

And I'm also looking for
Miss Beatrice Eliott.

Yes.

Miss Baily asked me
to give you these.

Unfortunately, I was away on
a case until this morning,

I do apologise for the delay.

Well, if you'd excuse me.

-Jack.
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