All language subtitles for The.House.of.Eliott.S01E03.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track4_[eng]

I've been through
everything else.

That looks really nice.

Would Aunt Lydia approve?

Does that matter?

Well, she did get me the job.

Well, she'd want you
to have some breakfast.

I couldn't.

My very first job.

A warm drink.

I feel as though my chest
is full of fluttering birds.

Well, don't they deserve
some toast?

Wish me luck!

I'm Evangeline Eliott.

Yes?

Mrs. Partini's
expecting me.

Oh!

Good morning, Ma'am.

Good morning, I didn't
make an appointment.

I'll see if
Miss Eliott's in.

Miss Evangeline?

She's gone to work.

Miss Beatrice is still here,
if you'd like to come this way?

Thank you.

Very nice.

First, you use your eyes,
your ears and your legs.

This is the way to learn.

Yes, Mrs. Partini.

Your mouth, not at all.

You watch, you listen.

You run around while you're

going to make yourself
useful to my seamstresses.

Maybe we use your hands, we see.

Lady Lydia, she says
you sew very nicely.

You taught yourself?

We, my sister and I,
we had a governess.

An amateur.

We will see what we can
make of you, Miss Eliott.

You expect to be paid?

Well, naturally--

Yes or no, Miss Eliott?

Why the English cannot
talk about money open?

Yes, please.

You know, of course
there are hundreds,

no thousands, of young girls
like you looking for work.

I would not expect a lot, just--

Expect nothing, Miss Eliott.

Then you will be pleasantly
surprised, follow me.

Mrs. Pearce?

I'm Beatrice Eliott.

I'm sorry it is so
bleak in here.

We don't use this
room very often.

Interesting.

I believe father picked
it up on one of his trips.

Did Molly show you
the breakfast room?

Breakfast room?

It could easily be converted
into a rather cosy study.

Would you like to see it?

I'm all right here.

Forgive me, haven't you
come about the house?

In a manner of speaking.

Well then, if you'd
like to follow me,

I'm afraid I soon have
to leave for work.

You misunderstand Miss Eliott.

I don't want to buy the house.

Didn't your sister
tell you about me?

This is Miss Eliott.

Now then, you can start on this.

The floor.

No, no, no, no, no.

Small.

Otherwise all the dust
goes on the dresses.

You?

You and my father?

I was very fond of him
as a matter of fact.

A kind man, generous.

To his mistress, perhaps.

When did you last see
my father, Mrs. Pearce?

Six months ago.

Or was it seven?

Of course, I never
put myself forward.

Nevertheless, he led me to
believe I would be remembered.

Why have you come
here, Mrs. Pearce?

Surely he made some provision!

There is no mention of you
in his will, I promise you.

Miss Eliott, I don't
live like this.

Neither shall we
for much longer.

Then why did your sister
to come to see me?

My sister came to see you?

Yes.

You must agree that I'm
owed at the very least--

I think I would very
much like you to leave.

And what about our son?

He's owed his share.

Your son?

Your half-brother, 24-years-old.

He's entitled to something,
isn't he?

That's the law.

Mr. Maddox's studio.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Garstone.

Alright, good morning, Piggy.

Is it?

Well, you always cheer me up.

Now, what can I do for you?

Yes, oh yes of course
that can be arranged.

Yes, well I know Mr. Maddox
will be only too happy.

Me?

Oh no, I'm afraid this
evening's impossible.

No, no, it's just some family
business I have to attend to.

But please ask me again, I
shall look forward to it.

Goodbye!

Beatrice, look at this.

Good morning!

Well, not amused?

I don't understand it.

It's Dada, surrealism.

They're mad for it in Paris.

No doubt I'm rather stupid.

You're not that, whatever
else you may be.

Well I'm sure you
would oblige me

with a catalogue of my thoughts.

Nope, too early in the morning.

What's this?

I noticed you were running
short of chemicals.

I've replenished the supply.

The receipt is in the bag.

I shall tell you're most
serious failure.

You are fast becoming
indispensable.

Eyes right, General.

Is coffee all I get
for standing here

like an organ grinder's monkey?

There's whiskey if you'd
prefer it, General?

No, better not.

Little woman will smell
it on my breath

and remind me of the
quack's orders.

And what were they, General?

If I remembered them, I
wouldn't be able to ignore them,

Oh, haven't you taken enough?

I don't mind telling you
all this standing around

is playing merry hell
with my lumbago.

Well would you like to
sit down for a moment?

No, I'd soon as suffer
and grumble.

It's all that keeps me
going, these days.

Pathetic, isn't it?

It's just a couple more
shots, General.

After you finish your coffee.

You remember that jacket
thing you made for my wife?

Do you think you can make
something like it in silk?

I managed to get a
bolt out of China

just before the revolution.

Rather you got at
it than the moths.

Well, if your wife would
like another jacket.

Oh, she'll be glad.

Until you came along,
she'd had nothing new

Come on, hurry up, Maddox!

Hopefully that'll be ready
in a couple of weeks.

Goodbye, General.

No one else, is there?

You have Ms. Coles at 4:00.

Oh God.

And there was I, thinking
of doing something healthy

like walking down to
the Lamb and Flag.

I don't suppose you'd
like to come?

If you remember--

Oh yes, you're lunching
with Arthur.

I hope having gone to the
trouble of asking my permission,

he's taking you somewhere
decent.

Oh, it will be somewhere
respectable.

You may be sure of that.

Oh Beatrice, wouldn't you
rather be bohemian with me?

I shall be back soon after 2:00.

I think the least you could
have done is to tell me, Arthur.

I don't seem able to
please you, do I?

I know, you haven't had it easy.

Your mother dying through
Evangeline.

And a father so dependent you
have no time to get to know--

That is neither here nor there.

Have it your own way.

But perhaps we have more
in common than you think.

You have always been
free to do as you want.

Yet I've always tried
to act responsibly.

Which is why I held
certain things back.

What things?

Is there anything else?

Beatrice, your father
treated me like a son.

Why can't you treat
me like a brother?

Isn't it enough to discover

I have a half-brother
of whom I knew nothing?

Will you join me in some cheese?

Nothing more, thank you.

I'm not accustomed to
so much rich food.

I'll have some Stilton
and a glass of port.

Coffee?

Can father's, can Mrs.
Pearce and her son

contest father's will?

Never mind about them.

I do mind about them,
have they any rights?

It's difficult, but I doubt it,

since Henry never left
anything in writing.

As far as we know.

I think I would know,
believe me.

Is there any reason
why I should?

How many people have
been to view the house?

Arthur!

I'm not going to discuss the
other matter any further.

The sale of the house is far
more important, I assure you.

If you don't find a buyer soon--

What is so urgent about it?

It would be far more
convenient to delay

until we have found our feet.

The mortgage payments
have to be met.

Otherwise the house
will be repossessed.

Surely there is enough money?

The way things are, if
it's not sold soon,

you won't have enough
to repay the loan.

Believe me, I wish
it were otherwise.

I also wish Evangeline
were otherwise occupied.

Your own mother recommended it.

I know, but an Eliott
working as a dressmaker?

What else would you suggest?

Given that like me, she has
no proper qualifications?

I still say, as her
legal guardian,

she ought to find something
more suitable.

There are a million
people unemployed, Arthur,

or don't you notice such
things in your office?

I believe that figure to
be somewhat exaggerated.

But promise me you'll
at least talk to her

about her activities.

You know, it's all too easy
for someone with Evangeline's

looks and qualities to get
into the wrong circles.

Bea, you should see the place!

A Bayswater sweatshop.

But everyone's so nice, I'm
practically one of them already.

Evie.

They let me go buy
haberdashery on my first day!

Annie, she's the senior hand,

she says I'll soon be
able to do some bead work.

I think I might even be
on the sewing machines!

Don't let it get cold.

Evie, why didn't you tell me

you had been to see that woman?

Which woman?

Mrs. Pearce!

Father's--

I just didn't want to--

Yes, but you
did, didn't you?

Here's a bit of cold
mutton, it's not much, but--

I'm not eating!

Having another one,
Arthur old boy?

Come on, Arthur!

Thank you Percy, but I'd
better be getting off now.

But it's my birthday!

We're going to the market,
get a couple of girls

and then go and have
a chop somewhere.

We always have a chop and
a girl on my birthday.

Not tonight, old chap.

I promised to take my Mama
to the theatre, sorry.

Happy Birthday, Percy.

Thanks.

Give them all a kiss from me.

Bea?

Bea, I finished the dress
for Mrs. Powell

who didn't know what she wanted,

and I've done the mending
in the basket,

including your stockings.

If I black lead the
drawing room grate

and get rid of the beetles,
will you forgive me?

I know I shouldn't have.

You know,
it doesn't matter.

I just had to find out,
I didn't want to--

You're a silly thing.

Or Arthur, or anyone.

Arthur!

He knows more than he will tell.

About what?

Oh, I've had enough
of him for one day.

I've had enough of Arthur
for a lifetime.

Can you see Elizabeth Hardy?

She spends all that
money on clothes

and still manages to look cheap.

No doubt her latest young
man has told her that

bad taste is all the rage.

Mother!

I gather Evangeline is
getting on extremely well.

Mrs. Partini says she's not
only able, but a quick learner.

You must get her married

before she becomes too
clever for her own good.

Is the house sold yet?

The agent says there
are a couple of parties

who are seriously interested.

And how much will the girls get?

Bearing in mind the mortgage...

In round figures, Arthur.

They might hope for 500 pounds.

And where are they
going to live?

Well, I was thinking,
we have so much room.

They're certainly not
living with us.

Well they won't have
very much money

in view of Uncle Henry's
unfortunate investments.

500 is quite enough for them
to get ideas of their own.

Give them 100.

Mother, I couldn't.

It would be most unethical.

Put the rest into a trust fund.

They must not become
too independent, Arthur.

Until they no longer
bear the Eliott name.

Which in Beatrice's
case may be forever.

Poor Letty.

Even if Mrs. Partini
had allowed her

to use her toes as well
as her fingers,

she still couldn't
get her sums right!

Arithmetic's a closed book
to me, I have to admit.

Give me Ancient Greek anytime.

Poor Letty, I don't think
she's going to last.

Mrs. Partini certainly
needs someone reliable.

Sounds like a job for Beatrice.

What a wonderful idea!

But what about Jack?

Don't you worry about him.

What Beatrice needs is somewhere

where she's properly
appreciated.

Don't you use this mausoleum?

We prefer our own little
sitting room.

I'll make tea.

Yeah, but all this space.

I mean, surely this will be
better for your dressmaking?

No, we couldn't.

Well, why not?

Well, your father's not
here to disapprove, is he?

That's two good ideas
in one afternoon.

Wait 'til we tell Bea.

Tea!

Hold it there, Piggy!

Got it!

Wonderful.

I play a song for the
beautiful lady.

A song of love and sadness.

God, anything but that.

Let's have a drink.

Have a glass
of wine, Piggy.

Thank you.

Ah-ha!

I see a dark, short
acquaintance, generous and
loyal,

whose invitation to
dinner at the Café Royale

should on no account
be declined.

I'm getting tired of
playing second fiddle.

Jack, do you want to fall
victim to a Gypsy's curse?

My dear Piggy, this is a
professionally run studio,

thanks to Beatrice.

I am being frightfully
professional.

I was just getting
into the part.

Of course you were, my dear.

Now, what are you
going to do next?

Well, my minstrel, do you think?

Mediaeval or concert party?

Well, let's face it,
I'll never make an actor

if I have to wear
wrinkled tights.

Let's do modern.

Would you like a
drink, Beatrice?

No, not while I'm working.

If you're
talking about me,

I hope you're being kind!

Shut up and get changed, Piggy!

He's a good fellow, you know.

I know.

I have inquired with
the authorities

about photographing
Lady Serena in the park.

We have no objections,
provided--

We don't scare the horses.

What are you doing
in there Piggy?

You take longer than a dowager.

I shall look better
than one too, my dear!

Anyway, I'm paying
for this aren't I?

Three years, three years!

Ah, there it is.

Brava.

If Letty had learned
in three years,

what you have in three months.

Some people just can't
do figures, Mrs. Partini.

It's a gift!

Like, well, like having
an eye for design.

And your sister you
say, she has this?

Among her many talents.

She's also an experienced
dressmaker.

Professional?

No.

Ah well, how do you say,

we beggars, we don't
need a choice.

She would like to
come and see me?

I could ask her.

Well, I have to find
somebody soon.

Otherwise, all this will get
completely beyond my control.

Oh, do hurry up!

I only came here to make sure
you weren't exploiting Tilly.

Well if you could just
stand still for a moment.

What would it take to
keep you still and quiet?

A hundred pounds?

I tell you one thing,
I wouldn't be a model,

not for a thousand pounds.

I would!

The quiet Penelope wouldn't
be Penelope.

Might be an improvement.

Tilly, you are an ungrateful
baggage!

I know, me mum's always saying.

You must get bored of
all that gratitude.

At least I make a change.

Well, we're grateful
to you Tilly.

Coming all this way
to give us a hand.

It's a different
country up here.

I hope you sell it soon and
get somewhere civilised.

Well, the estate agent said
he had a buyer interested.

Maybe then we can move
into the centre of town.

Oh Evie, I doubt we
could afford that!

This house must
be worth at least--

It's a difficult time to sell.

It's difficult all round.

Of course some has it more
difficult than others.

Beatrice, I know it's
none of my business

but why don't you at least go
and see this Partini woman?

I mean, you're so
good at all this,

surely you could do with
some professional experience.

That's just what I said.

I mean,
what's to stop you?

Oh, Jack.

He needs me!

He needs lots of things.

You have a special talent,
you and Evie.

And Tilly.

But I mean being a receptionist,
anyone with half a brain--

He was also good enough
to give me a job

when I needed it most, for which
I shall always be grateful.

Oh, gratitude again,
you mustn't let that--

After all, Jack has lots
of ladies in his life

and I draw any one of
them or Nellie, anyone--

I'll speak to him.

No, really!

It is no trouble.

Once she's made up her mind,

not the King and council
can change it.

As me mum's always saying.

Why the hell we couldn't
do this on her estate.

I believe Serena would
rather be photographed

with her horse than her husband.

Why Beatrice, that
was almost a joke!

Well working with you

requires a sense of
humour, Mr. Maddox.

I want to talk to
you about that.

Shall we try one more?

Looking to your left.

She looks like something out of

the Charge of the Light
Brigade, what can I do?

You know you can perform
greater wonders than .

I also know that your
talents are wasted with me.

Penelope.

Dukey looks more cheerful
than you do.

Lady Serena, do you think
you could manage a smile?

I don't need Penelope
to tell me anything.

You have great gifts.

If you were given an opportunity
to use them properly--

Are you trying to get
rid of me, Jack?

If I have to, in order to
make you see sense, yes!

Ready?

Daphne!

Well, I suppose
horse manure

is your natural element.

I was working, Daphne.

I hope so, darling.

No one in their right mind
would photograph Serena for fun!

How are you, Miss Eliott?

Keeping him in order?

I do my best, Miss Haycock.

Oh, I'd give up on
that if I were you,

he's so sweet when he's savage.

We're off the Henley for
lunch, want to join us?

No.

Well, shall I see you tonight?

I'm going to that musical
at the Gaiety.

You ought to come too!

It's called the Shop Girl.

I hate musicals, Daphne,
and so does Beatrice.

Well, I'll see you at
Siren's afterwards, then.

Bye!

Piggy said it wasn't very good.

What?

The Shop Girl.

You'd like to go?

Well did you get enough
pictures of Lady Serena?

Enough for what?

To charge her for an
entire morning's sitting?

You are much too good
for me, Beatrice.

Go and see that dressmaker.

Brava!

100 pounds?

You see, the mortgage took up...

and then there were of
course, other debts.

Do you have a list?

Of what, your father?

I should like to see
his ledgers, Arthur,

if you don't mind.

I hope you don't mistrust
me, Beatrice?

I believe I'm entitled
to see the figures,

and I should like to do so.

Of course.

If you'd like me to explain--

No, thank you, Arthur, I
am quite used to accounts.

Of course, you understand
that with

the nature of your father's
outgoings...

You mean his mistresses?

A gentleman does not
discuss these things.

It is your gentlemanly delicacy
to describe an outgoing

of some 275 pounds as
miscellaneous debts, I presume.

And some 125 pounds as
fees and expenses.

Do you really want
me to show you

all the receipts
from Bournemouth?

Would that satisfy you?

I wish to spare you!

Considering how much
you've already suffered.

Tea.

Thank you, Miss Foultam,
that'll be all.

Would you like to, or shall I?

No, you do it, Arthur.

I take a little milk
and no sugar.

So 100 pounds is all
we're left with?

It distresses me as
much as it does you.

Not quite as much, I think.

Oh, I assure you.

But of course 100 pounds is
a not inconsiderable sum.

Properly invested, for that
sort of advice I can recommend--

No, thank you, Arthur.

Well at least you have
no outstanding debts.

I know it's not much comfort--

No, it is not.

But you may rely upon
Mother and me

offering all the help we can.

As a matter of fact,

you might like to consider
living with us for a while.

You have only three weeks
in which to leave your home.

And I'm sure Mother
would be happy

to have you under our
roof where she can--

Where she can keep an eye on us.

Where she can ensure that
you're properly cared for.

That's a serious offer.

You'll need somewhere to
live, somewhere decent.

Please thank Aunt Lydia, Arthur,

but we shall find our
own accommodation.

But we wouldn't want
you and Evangeline

living in distressing
surroundings.

Please don't you distress
yourself, Arthur.

We shall manage.

But where will you go?

When we've found somewhere,
we shall inform you, goodbye.

That would
like nice on you.

Don't be silly.

Well why shouldn't
you wear it?

Can you see
Aunt Lydia's face?

"Immodest!"

All the more reason.

Besides, think what
we'd save on materials.

We're not going to spend
the rest of our lives

scrimping and saving
and worrying about

what people think, are we?

No.

Where are we going to live?

Jack said there might be a
flat vacant above the studio.

Could we afford the rent?

He's going to talk
to the landlord.

We don't really want
to live above, I mean,

you'd be at his beck
and call all the time.

I'm going to speak
to Mrs. Partini.

You're not!

Of course, if you'd rather
we didn't work

in the same establishment...

Bea!

Of course we can furnish
it from Highgate,

only with our favourite things.

And sell the rest?

And buy some really
bright curtains.

We can give ourselves
a proper workroom.

People will come flocking.

There'll be space
enough for Tilly.

We shall be rich and famous!

Without relying on our
fabulous legacy.

We can entertain!

And have money in the bank.

We shall work all day
and dance all night.

Well, what do you
think, will it do?

It will do, Jack.

It will do very nicely,
won't it, Evie?

Good, a man couldn't wish
for nicer neighbours.

Thank you, Jack.

Thank you for everything.

I shall miss your guiding
hand, you know.

I may be driven to seek your
advice from time to time.

Oh, Jack, thank you!

To the shop girls, without
the song and dance.

You're lucky to have
both Eliott girls

working for you now,
Mrs. Partini.

Such good ideas and such
good workmanship.

I am aware of their
talents, Lady Saxby.

I do hope you're paying
them enough.

I'm told they were left
positive paupers.

It is good to know they have
a champion such as yourself.

One gets what one pays
for, doesn't one?

No, Mr. Greenspan, I'm
afraid Thursday will not do.

We need them by tomorrow
to be ready for the ball.

Well, you had the order
last week, Mr. Greenspan!

Well I'm sorry, if you
cannot oblige us,

we shall have to look...

Thank you.

By noon tomorrow, excellent.

Goodbye, Mr. Greenspan.

Mr. Greenspan will deliver the
ostrich feathers personally.

Ms. Armitage shall
go to the ball.

What is that?

Oh, I'm sorry, it's
a nursery reference.

Oh.

I've been thinking Mrs. Partini?

Yes, Miss Eliott?

Your thoughts are
usually most interesting.

It has always been your custom

to order whole bolts of cloth.

Yes, to gain a discount, no?

Well, my sister pointed out,

and I have observed it myself,
this often needs to wastage.

Yes, so?

If you chose a reliable
supplier, I don't see why

they should not supply
the exact amount we need

and at a discount, provided
you go to them first.

You think so?

In these difficult times,

everyone is anxious to
keep their stock moving.

A regular customer is more
welcome than an occasional one.

How much we save?

Well, I have done
some calculations.

You see, we could amount
to 75 pounds over the year.

Well, Miss Eliott, for
what are we waiting?

Mrs. Partini's establishment?

Will you have any use
for this, Miss Bea?

Only Frank loves his fish.

I don't care if I never
eat fish again.

We have to feed your
brain, Evie.

Well I don't know that
it's done Frank's any good.

But if you want it?

Of course not, Molly.

You take it and anything
else you find useful.

As long as you're
not left short!

You might even lash out
on a new frying pan.

Evangeline, let's not be rash!

Sorry!

Oh Molly.

Now come on, Miss Evie,
you'll have me at it and all.

I've never lived
anywhere else.

Well about time you did then!

Who'd want a great
white elephant like this

miles from anywhere not
even on the electric?

Where are you and Frank
going to live?

Dalston!

It's a nice little house.

You mind you come and see us.

Course.

Right near a tram stop we
are, it's very convenient.

That's that!

Oh, Bea.

Now Evie, there is nothing
here worth crying over.

And everything to
look forward to.

Miss Eliott?

Miss Eliott?

You're putting a painter
out of work, are you?

God, you look a sight!

Can't afford a painter,

can't afford to stay
in my clothes.

How are you with a brush?

Terrible.

Watch me, then.

It doesn't matter, Jack.

Why can't I find your photos?

It's not as if I'm in any hurry.

Where'd she put them?

Knowing Beatrice, probably
in the most sensible place.

Well I'm not sensible enough
to find them, you have a go.

Yes, well, papers
make me uneasy.

Look, I've got a better idea.

Go and get drunk in
the Café de Paris?

Let's go upstairs and ask.

Do you know, that's the most
sensible idea I've heard--

Since she left?

Yes.

You having it all white?

In here.

Everybody's doing it.

It's a bit too much like a
hospital if you ask me, cold.

It won't be.

Not when we've got the curtains
up and the furniture in.

That won't be this
side of Christmas

the rate you're going!

Who cares?

I've been in worse gaffes.

Thank you, Tilly, I'll
take that as a compliment.

Oh I can't go dressed like this!

I suppose you want me to go?

Would you
mind dreadfully?

What do I say?

You receiving?

No, not unless it's--

We're not at home for anyone.

Hello, who are you?

Tilly Watkins, who are you?

Jack Maddox, studio below.

Is Miss Eliott in?

Miss Beatrice Eliott.

She's out.

And Miss Evangeline's
not at home to anyone.

Do you have any idea

when Miss Beatrice will
be back, Miss Watkins?

She's still at Partini's.

I'm waiting for her and all,
help out with the sewing.

Miss, I wonder if
we can trouble you

to give her a message?

Yes, if you tell her
to drop in on us.

We'd like to invite
her and Miss Evangeline

to dine with us.

Well they can't!

They got too much to
do what with the

dressmaking and decorating
and all.

I see.

Well, I don't suppose
you'd happen to know

when they'd be free?

No, of course not.

Well, we'll just have to try
our luck some other time.

Thank you.

Come on, Jack.

All work and no play,
look what it did to me.

Your friend, Jack.

He's no friend of mine!

And a little fat fella,
very polite.

Piggy.

What do they want?

They invited you out to supper.

I told them you couldn't go.

I could just do with a treat.

I'm fed up.

Tell you what.

What?

Where's your scissors?

Evie!

Don't she look nice?

Well, yes.

Tilly cuts all her
family's hair.

She could cut yours,
if you want?

Oh Tilly, I hope you
won't be offended,

but well, at my age, I think
I'd rather go to a hairdresser.

So would I!

It's just a matter
of affording it.

No Evie, we've spent enough.

Oh, we could cut it up!

Oh, it seems a shame.

Or alter it.

It'd look good on you.

When am I likely to wear it?

When Piggy asks you dancing.

Oh, let's have it!

Well...

I'll pay, out of my
wages, thank you.

Miss Eliott, I believe
this is one you made?

Yes.

Very shoddy workmanship.

My client is most displeased.

The client--

I am most displeased,
Miss Eliott.

Mrs. Partini, I sewed
that with great care.

The only way that could
have come apart

is if it was violently torn.

Violent, my client?

Even the best people
get into fights

at parties, Mrs. Partini.

Miss Eliott, I will not
have you insult my clients.

I will not have you insult me.

My dresses do not
fall apart on the dance floor.

It's better than Sweeney
Todd's, this.

How would you know?

Me grandma's a customer of his.

Right, I must finish this.

Then we can have
a clear weekend.

What you doing?

Beatrice wants to go kite
flying with Jack and Piggy.

You'll go, won't you?

Oh go on, fresh air suits you.

Me, I'll just cough.

It'll make a pleasant change.

What about Mrs. Partini?

Are you really going
to see her on Monday?

Of course.

Look, I'd honestly
rather you didn't.

It's not just that she
treated you unfairly, Evie.

She has profited from
our work and ideas.

She should pay us
what we're worth.

You won't get very far.

That's just what I said.

Nobody could pay you two
what you're really worth.

Would you like a go, Evangeline?

I'm perfectly content,
thank you.

You don't look it, you
look thoroughly sulky.

That's a horrid thing to say!

I'm a horrid person,
didn't you know?

You're young, you're
pretty, you're talented.

You need someone to love
and cherish you.

Not some old ruin like me who
can barely look after himself.

Jack!

I'm very fond of you, Evie.

And I'm very fond of you.

You think you are.

That's what happens to girls
who grow up in Highgate.

First fellow you meet
under the age of 50

you fall madly in love with.

You flatter yourself,
Mr. Maddox.

Nobody else does.

Whatever you may think--

Why can't wee just be friends?

Friends?

Like you and Miss Haycock?

God, why is this so complicated?

I'm quite sure I don't know.

You're the one with
all the experience.

I do not think I am being
unreasonable, Mrs. Partini.

You come to me, you and your
sister, knowing nothing.

Orphan nieces of Lady Lydia.

Amateurs, you should
be paying me!

You have frequently said
how useful our talents

have proved to you,
Mrs. Partini.

Oh, you think I didn't
manage before?

Oh, I never suggested that.

Just because you add
up the figures

that makes you a business woman?

Well you yourself have
encouraged me.

Your sister, she takes
up an inch of a hem,

she thinks she's Coco Chanel.

It would be fair to
say, Mrs. Partini,

that your clientele has
increased because of our
presence.

As well as your profits.

All I am asking--

You asking too much.

Very well.

What does that mean, very well?

If you cannot see your way
clear to raising our wages--

Not by a penny, not
by a farthing.

Then I must reluctantly
tender my resignation

and that of my sister.

Of course, if you wish us to
work out our notice, we will.

Take this, take it, and go!

Never be let it be said that
Partini was not generous.

You want to change your
mind, don't you?

I will permit it.

Sometimes, I do, I say things.

It is the artist in me.

Come, we start again, eh?

Mrs. Partini, it is a
matter of principle.

Ah, no.

Then with the greatest regret.

Bea, have you?

Oh, goodbye, we'll miss you!

I'm still shaking.

It was the
right thing to do.

You really think so?

Of course!

But what are we going to do?

We have half a dozen
commissions.

And a hundred pounds
in the bank.

And enormous talents.

All we have to do is find
someone who can afford them.

Come on, let's try ourselves up.

Nothing extravagant.

The cinema, the new chaplain?

We'll just catch the matinee.

I didn't want to go
before you got back.

There's someone waiting,
wouldn't take no for an answer.

Who?

Beatrice, Evangeline, I'm
sorry to intrude like this.

I'm Sebastian Eliott.