All language subtitles for The.House.of.Eliott.S01E08.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track4_[eng]

Here we are, Sarah.

I must say the girls.

Well we, are terribly thrilled

to have one of our outfits

in the Abbey, for
the Royal wedding.

Would you care to try
it one last time?

No, I have total faith in you.

Can I take it with me today?

Yes, of course.

Madge, would you pack
Mrs White's outfit?

Thank you.

I'm terribly impressed
with these, you know.

Thank you.

But I haven't seen anyone

wearing anything like
them this year.

Well, we are trying to
develop our own style.

You're doing jolly
well at it, too.

I mean one could easily
wear this to Hurlingham.

It's about the only
joy of the season

my husband indulges in, really.

Personally, I loath Polo.

Sitting around on
draughty terraces,

watching grown men
fall off horses.

There are so many more
interesting ways of catching a
chill.

Oh. Well you'll need some sort
of a jacket then, perhaps?

Could you do me one
to match this?

Yes, of course.

And, could you do this in white?

White?

I don't play tennis myself,

but everyone wears
white at Ranley.

Which actually, is
a splendid reason

for keeping it in blue.

So you would like this
dress as well?

And something nice for Henley.

And some beach pyjamas
for Le Touquet.

And if all that sounds
rather functional,

you can do me something
absolutely staggering for Ascot.

We'll talk about Queen
Charlotte's ball nearer the
time.

Would you like to do my
wardrobe this season?

Well, yes.

Oh, I'm so sorry darling.

Have you been waiting long?

I did say half past.

How did you get on?

Fine. I think I've just
made two girls very happy.

I just couldn't believe it

when she said we could
do the whole lot.

I mean, we just haven't done
that sort of thing before.

Have you any idea
what's involved

in a whole season's outfits?

Our rent, their wages, and
some money in the bank.

Philistine.

The thing is, she's no nice.

I mean, friendly and all that.

Well that's usually
the way, i'nt it.

The higher up they are, the
less side there is too them.

Ah, there speaks the
voice of experience.

Well I see 'em 'ere don't I?

Some of 'em might
have the money,

but they've no manners
to speak of.

Her and the Princess Royal
are like that, they are.

But you wouldn't know
it to talk to 'er!

We're sewing for Royalty.

You would think that,
wouldn't you Tilly.

They're friends of Royalty.
Just friends.

Well, they must be
very good friends.

After all, she's going
to Royal Wedding.

Oh don't, I've gone all
funny at the thought.

Actually, I'm not sure I approve

of all this gossiping
about the clients.

Well, we're not saying
anything nasty!

No, but still.

We're all just excited
Bea, there's no harm in it.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Why do you torment
me all the time?

Have you told Beatrice
about Paris, yet?

No, I haven't yet.
Not that simple.

She's my guardian, I
can't just tell her.

I have to ask.

So, when are you going to ask?

Soon.

I promise.

Be patient.

I really want to go
to Paris with you.

But just let me choose
the moment, all right?

So you don't mind if I
recommend you to Nancy?

It won't make too
much work for you?

Of course not.

She did so admire the dress
I wore to the wedding.

No, it's most kind
of you. Thank you.

Not at all.

I'm just terribly impressed

at the way you two have built
up this business from nothing.

Thank you.

Against all the odds,
as far as I can see.

Well, it hasn't been too bad.

I don't believe that.

Well, perhaps.

Pip says, it's all to do
with passion and commitment.

Rather like a good marriage.

And I think I agree with him,

it certainly shows in your work.

Your husband's in
mining I gather?

Oh down mines, if he
gets half the chance.

Never happier than when he's
up to his eyes in hot dirt,

inventing bizarre new ways

for making two tunnels meet
in the middle, or whatever.

And is your husband in
England at the moment?

Arrived back from South
Africa last week.

He's moaning about the
weather, already.

But it hasn't been too bad?

No, of course it hasn't.

The truth is, he hates
the season so much,

he'll moan about anything!

I'm sure that's not true.

No. He just can't help
saying what he thinks,

that's all.

He's very straightforward.
Rather like you.

So. What do you think?

Needs a lot of work doing to it.

Well I know that.

I mean, do you think you
can help me find someone

to paint the mission?

I daresay Hugo would
do it, as a favour.

You all right, old thing?

No, I've had a long
and tiring day,

and if I don't get a cup of
tea this minute, I shall-

Come on. Tell big brother
all about it.

Don't patronise me!

I've been patronised
up to here all week,

-and I am sick of it!
-Sorry.

I've worked hard for
this hall, Jack.

I have bullied, pleaded.

I've pulled every string
I could lay my hands on.

I've listened to fat,
pompous, Bishops.

Droning on about the
saintliness of charity,

and generosity of the soul.

And it's a pit!

It's still a place you
didn't have before.

Yes, I know.

It will get better.

It's just so much more
work to be done,

and I am so tired.

Come on.

Where to Jack? I've got
so much more work to do.

Yes, well. You can do it after
we've had that cup of tea.

And a bun.

You can never be charitable
on an empty stomach.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Did you have a nice time?

Gorgeous. We rode all the
way from Henley to Taplow.

It was beautiful.

Well fresh air must
agree with you,

you've gone quite pink.

Well, we had a glass
of wine at dinner.

Where did you go?

Oh, just a little place
in Maidenhead.

You don't mind, do you?

About you drinking wine,

or you out with Sebastian
in the first place?

Bea.

It's all right, I'm not
going to go on at you.

But you know I don't
particularly trust him.

He's terribly nice, honestly.

If you say so.

Beatrice. You know
I said that, um,

Sebastian was a pilot.

I seem to remember the subject

coming up once or twice, yes.

Well, he-

He flies to Paris quite often.

How nice for him.

Yes.

Well, he's asked me

if I'd like to go
to Paris with him,

to stay for the weekend.

And what did you say?

Well, I said I'd have
to ask you first.

Quite right.

It would be terribly
respectable, Bea.

Absolutely proper, no nonsense.

Phoebe, how serious are
you about Sebastian?

Serious?

Not at all.

Are you sure?

I would hardly be going
out with Hugo,

if I was serious
about Sebastian,

now would I?

Well how serious are
you about Hugo, then?

I'm not serious about
anybody, Bea.

I'm just having a lovely time,

in the company of
several very nice people,

that's all.

Hmm.

But I would like to go to Paris.

Yes, so would I.

How does that feel
in the arms, now?

Hmm. Perfect.

Right. If you could
just bear with me,

while I take these pins out.

No, it's all right. Don't rush.

What time is your husband
calling for you?

Oh, any minute now.

He'll just have to
wait, that's all.

Well, I'll just re-cut
along those pins,

and that should do it.

And are you going
somewhere nice?

Mm, Gloucestershire.

We move to the country
every summer.

Sometimes, I think it's the
only way I can bribe my husband

to tear himself away
from The Veld at all.

Loves taking the boys riding.

Oh, is that the silk
for Queen Charlotte's?

Not only that.

Evie's friend Hugo introduced
to this man,

who makes of all things,
chandeliers.

He sold us his crystals. We've
had them made into beads.

Oh, how clever!

Captain White. I believe
my wife is here.

Come in, sir.

Oh good afternoon,
Captain White.

Mrs White won't be a moment.

Tilly, could you just
tell Mrs White

her husband is here?

Please, do sit down.

Philip, darling. You're
always so punctual.

It really is most annoying.

Now, would
the 14th be convenient

for your next appointment,
Mrs White?

What? That'd be fine.

11 o'clock?

Goodbye Mrs White,
please excuse me.

11 o'clock will suite me
perfectly, Evangeline.

Right. Thank you.

Hello.

Hello, darling.

All right?

No, not really.

What's the matter?

Business. I seem to
be out of fashion.

I was all the rage for
a couple of years.

Now, obviously, someone else is.

Well can't you do something
about it?

I suppose so. Suddenly,
all seems so damn fatuous.

Well, I won't argue with that.

Anyway, what do you want?

What do you mean,
what do I want?

It's the only reason you
ever come round here.

Well, as a matter of
fact, you're right.

I want...

Six pounds, ten shillings,
and six pence.

What on earth for?

-Plumbing.
-I beg your pardon?

Plumbing. One gentleman's
convenience,

one ladies convenience,

and the odds and ends of
piping, to make it all work.

Pen, I'm sorry. I
can't help you.

Rubbish.

I've just had to
sack my secretary

because I can't afford
to keep her.

I'm flat broke.

Broke?

I don't know how you can even

use that word with
a straight face!

You've got a studio.

A flat somewhere else.

You've got rooms full
of equipment.

You have heating, lighting.
Three meals a day.

Six pounds to you means

cheaper champagne for
a month, that's all.

How dare you!

Steady on, old thing.

What is all this?

It's what I have been
reduced to, that's what.

What everybody who was
involved in the mission

has been reduced to.

Just scrounging favours
from friends and relatives,

for even the most
basic amenities.

I just thought that you might
like to provide the plumbing.

Well, all right. Anything
for a quiet life.

Six pounds what?

Ten shillings, and six pence.

Tell me, Bea. I might
be able to help.

Evie, didn't you recognise him?

-Who?
-Captain White.

It's Philip.

Oh, not your Philip.

Oh Bea, not the one you
were going to marry?

The man I would have
married, if father hadn't-

If father hadn't what?

Well, he stopped it. He
forbade us seeing each other.

Oh, don't you remember
the rows we had?

I was only young.

Why didn't he want
you to marry him?

I don't know. And
I never saw him again!

And he promised faithfully he
would write, and he never did.

Hey.

Were you very much in love?

He's the only man
I've ever loved.

Evie, we made-

Together, you know?

You see, I really believed that
we were going to be married!

Oh Bea, Bea. Shh.

And now he's come back, Evie.

I can't face him again!

Shh. Shh. Shh.

Jack?

Come on through.

Oh, what's this?

Another film masterpiece?

Yep. I'm the master, and
the film's in pieces.

And which one's this?

The one about the maiden
that goes mad,

and does things with rat poison.

The one that'll hopefully
open the doors

to a film studio for you?

Yep. And the one with which

I've had just about
enough for today.

Trouble with you and me Hugo,

is we've both become
unpleasantly cynical in our old
age.

It's one of the things
that I most admire

about Evangeline
Eliot, actually.

Her complete lack of
any kind of cynicism.

Nothing to do with her
bright eyes then, I suppose.

And those, of course.

Actually, it's rather
why I'm here.

I was wondering,

whether you and I might
trot across the corridor,

and try and persuade
the Madame Eliot

to come and join us for
a bite of supper.

I'd rather not, if it's all
the same to you old chap.

Although you're welcome to stay

and have a drink here,
if you like.

Are we out of favour?

No, I'm out of pocket.

I had to pay off my
secretary rather handsomely.

I've also had to buy
two public conveniences,

plus piping.

Whatever for?

Not sure.

Seemed a good idea at the time.

Jack, Jack. The road
to hell is paved,

not with good intentions,

but with things that seemed
like a good idea at the time.

I can stand being broke, Hugo.

And I can stand listening to
your art school philosophy.

What I can't stand, is being
sober at the same time.

Evie, you promised
you'd ask Beatrice.

I know.

-I did try to ask her.
-And?

And, nothing really.

She didn't say yes, or no.

Sebastian, don't be cross.

It's terribly difficult.

Apart from anything else,

Bea and I planned a
trip to Paris ourselves,

which didn't happen in the end.

Even if she didn't mind
about you and I,

she's bound to feel
a little hurt

-I'd be going without her.
-Yes.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing. It's just that
it's starting to sound

as if you don't really
want to go.

That's not true!

I do want to be with you.

I've made all the arrangements,
Evie.

I reserved you a seat on
the plane. Everything.

Please, understand Sebastian.

Bea's going through
a difficult time-

I'm not interested in Beatrice!

I'm interested in you.

Ask her, or don't ask her.

Make your own mind up, for once.

Just come.

Right, I'll be off now.

Unless you want me to help
you finish up in here?

No, no Madge. You go off home.

I'll finish. Thank you.

Oh, who's that at this time?

Captain White.

-It's Captain White!
-What?

He'd like a word.

Yes, well show him
through, Madge.

In 'ere?

I'm far too busy to
stop what I'm doing.

Hello, Beatrice.

Your bill, sir.

I just don't know where I
am with you half the time.

In a tea shop?

Don't you care how
I feel, at all?

Of course I do.

I just don't like talking
about it, all the time.

Oh I'm sorry, I don't
mean to bore you.

Sebastian. Let's not
spoil the day with rows.

What do you want to do?

Why don't we go back to my flat?

Have some supper there later.

I don't think that's a
very good idea, Sebastian.

All right.

I don't actually
mind what we do,

as long as we can spend
a bit more time together.

-Please, don't.
-Don't what?

Be so intense, all the time.

Why not? I feel intense.

I know. Let's go and listen

to that new Dixie
band at Ingrhams.

I'll teach you how
to dance, come on.

Come on!

I don't mean angry, I'm sorry.

That wasn't the right word.

-I felt disappointed!
-What?

I thought I knew you
better than that.

I thought you'd stand
up to your father,

instead of just letting
everything go.

Philip, I didn't
let anything go!

Beatrice, you didn't
even answer my letters.

What letters?

Well, you didn't get them?

Beatrice, I wrote to
you once a week,

'til I thought you didn't care!

Every time we moved camp,

I let you know where
you could reach me.

You really didn't
get any of them?

Beatrice, don't be
angry with me,

I had no way of knowing.

Philip, I'm not angry with you.

Do you know what he did?

Do you know what my father did?

Every morning, I waited.

Every morning, I went into
my father at breakfast,

and I would ask him if
there was any post for me.

I can still see his
patronising face.

He'd pat my hand and he'd say,

I'm terribly sorry Beatrice.
Not today.

I did warn you.

And he must have burnt them.

All these years I've
thought, Philip-

And he destroyed them!

I'm so sorry, I'm
behaving stupidly.

Would it be better if I left?

No. No, I'm all right now.

Philip, did you hate
me terribly?

At first, yes.

There I was in Africa,
only there because of you.

I can't say I didn't
feel bitter.

Sometimes, I thought it had
all been an elaborate plan

to get rid of me.

Well you weren't far
wrong there, were you.

And Sarah?

I met her 11 years ago.

I'd been working on a
government project

and came back to this
country to make my report.

Met her at one of these
dreadful reception affairs.

She was beautiful, I-

I was lonely.

There must have been
more to it than that?

Yes.

There was.

She was strong.

Clever.

Amusing.

Stood out a mile from every
other woman in the room.

Did you love her?

-I still do.
-Good.

I mean that, Philip.

From the moment I met Sarah,
I liked her enormously.

I couldn't have wished-

Thank you.

Very well, I'll meet
you in the White Horse

in half an hour's time.

It's not my company you
want at all, is it Hugo?

I'll go and ask them if they'd
like to come for a drink.

See you later.

It just didn't happen,
that's all.

I was too busy looking
after father, and Evie.

Running the house.

And I never had the chance
to meet anyone,

let alone fall in love.

Do you know what hurts most?

I've felt enormous resentment
of my father since he died.

I've felt anger, and bitterness.

But I've never really hated him.

Until tonight.

It's a terrible feeling, Philip.

I hate him, for making
me hate him.

Does that make sense?

Yes, of course.

Beatrice, I-

-Oh.
-Yes?

Erm. I just wondered
if you and Evie

would like to come for a drink,

with Hugo and me. That's all.

No, thank you.

No. Well, I'm sorry
to interrupt.

Good night.

I'd better go. You're
reputation.

Yes.

Philip, did you tell Sarah
you were coming here?

Yes. I told her I was
going to settle accounts

on my way to the club.

Well you've certainly done that.

I meant financially.

You'd better write
me a cheque, then.

That's the amount owed so far.

-May I see you again?
-What?

Meeting you after all this time,

there's so much to say.

-Philip, I don't know, I-
-Please.

Yes.

Yes, all right.

Leave a message at my club.

Thank you.

Why shouldn't Bea have a
gentleman visit to the house?

She shouldn't have.

I'm just saying I didn't
expect her to, that's all.

Stop moping about it,
for goodness sake.

You don't have any
understanding with her, do you.

Oh don't be ridiculous.

I'm not. Look at Evie and me.

She's obviously out with
somebody else tonight.

Do you hear me droning
on about it?

Only because I haven't
given you the chance.

Nonsense. I realise she's
a free agent, that's all.

She's not committed to me
in any way, nor I to her.

And that's precisely
the way it ought to be.

Who are you trying to convince.

Me, or you?

Nobody, I'm just saying.

Thank you.

I worry about her, Jack.

She's young. Naive.
Impressionable.

I wouldn't like to see her
falling into bad company.

-Like your own?
-No.

Oh Hugo, you are a hypocrite.

For all your spouting,
you're just jealous.

Is that a crime?

No it's not. But it
is very irritating.

Especially as you seem to
spend most of your time

pretending to be some sort
of artistic evangelist.

Trouble is, old son,
Evie is young and naive.

She's quite likely
to believe you.

I care a great deal for Evie.

I'm glad to hear it,
because if you hurt her,

you'll have me to answer to.

I thought I'd better
knock this time.

I didn't want to interrupt
anything.

Well no, you weren't.

I was only doing some paperwork.

Only, I saw the lights on.

You know, single women.
On their own.

In a house where people
come and go as they please.

Including you, it seems.

Beatrice, I was worried
about you.

No you weren't.

You came over here
to check up on me.

To see if my visitor
was still here.

Well go on, have a good look.

See if he's in the work
room, hiding under the bench.

Don't be absurd.

I'm entitled to have
visitors, you know Jack.

I don't have to explain
myself to anyone,

least of all to you.

I'm not asking you to.

Then why are you here?

Because it's late, I-

I don't like to see
you working so hard.

Rubbish.

Hello. What's everyone
doing around here?

And what time of night
do you call this?

About a quarter to 12, actually.

I shouldn't bother. I don't
think she's in the mood.

Evie, where have you been?

You know perfectly well,
I've been out with Sebastian.

'Til this hour?

You have no idea, do you.

Gadding about at 'til all
hours, with young men.

Have you no thought at
all for your reputation?

I have every thought
for it, Bea.

Which is precisely why I'm
here just before midnight,

as opposed to just
before breakfast.

Now I don't know what it
is that's upsetting you,

and you're obviously not
in the mood to tell me.

But whatever it is,
don't take it out on me.

Er, shall I bank Captain
White's cheque,

while I'm in the high street?

Well he hasn't paid
already, has he?

Well he said he was
here to settle up,

when he came round
the other night.

-Bea?
-Yes?

Er, just wondering
if I ought to bank

Captain White's cheque?

Yes, if you like. It's
in the drawer.

Oh. Thank you, Madge.

Right. Shan't be long.

Evie, you'll never guess.

No I probably won't.

I have just received an
invitation from Aunt Lydia.

Aunt Lydia?

She would like the pleasure
of my company,

for drinks the evening.

Without me?

Now Evie, don't be jealous.

Well. You're not going
to go, are you?

Why not?

She obviously wants some
sort of reconciliation.

Well, you've changed.

Well you can't hold
grudges forever, you know.

You simply cannot imagine how
gratifying it is, Beatrice.

To see all one's expectations,
so happily fulfilled.

Good.

A great many of my friends

do seem to be wearing your
creations, these days.

Well, we do try to keep busy.

Well you do have help,
I understand?

You've taken on more girls?

That's right. We've an
excellent head seamstress.

Her name is Madge.

Actually Beatrice, that
brings me rather neatly

to the reason for our
little tête-à-tête.

Oh yes?

I've been having the
most invigorating

clear out of my wardrobe.

And I wondered if there
were any items

you might be interested in.

What for?

Your work room girls, Beatrice.

They might be very grateful

for some good quality,
winter things.

Well that's very kind
of you, Aunt Lydia.

But they're very adept at
making their own things.

Well, they might even be
offended, if I were to offer.

Oh dear. I should have
thought of that.

On the other hand,

Penelope Maddox could
use them at her mission.

-Mission?
-Yes.

She helps run a mission
for the homeless,

in the East End.

Then that's what I shall do.

Hello. I'm sorry I'm late.

That's all right.

We met some friends of
Hugo's after the concert,

and decided to go for supper.

I should have telephoned, but-

It doesn't matter.

You're not cross?

No. Why should I be?

How's Hugo?

Never mind Hugo.

I'd like to know what
happened at Aunt Lydia's.

It was actually quite sad.

I get the feeling that
she's been totally isolated,

since Arthur's trial.

And I think she see's us,
as some strange sort of way,

back to life as it used to be.

Trouble is, I see her

as some strange way back
to life as it used to be.

And I don't like it
one little bit.

Come on Evie, have a
little generosity.

Well, I'd like to talk
about going to Paris.

Paris?

We spoke about it, once before.

About Sebastian taking me
to Paris, for the weekend.

You mean you were serious?

Yes, of course I was.

Well don't be ridiculous, Evie.

It's out of the question!

Bea, you-

A young, unmarried,
20 year old girl

cannot possibly go to Paris
unchaperoned with a young man.

It simply isn't done.
It wouldn't be proper.

Oh. I see.

But it's perfectly proper
for a middle-aged spinster

to entertain married men,
alone, at night, at work, is it?

Evie, that is not fair!

I know it's not fair!

Father did it to you, and
now you're doing it to me.

You may have paid the price
for father's problems, Bea.

But don't you dare expect me
to pay the price for yours.

Go to your room!

Very well.

All these, and the
clothes as well.

What a trooper you
are, Lady Eliot.

Well, I spoke to Lady
Burgoyne on the telephone,

and she did say that cooking
utensils were a priority.

I shall jolly well say so.

Well, come on in.

Mind your feet!

Lady Elliot. Why, how
good to see you here.

-Pots.
-How splendid.

One does what one can.

If I can be of any
other assistance,

you know you only have to ask.

Your eyes see work today.

Well are you free, right now?

Ah. Well yes, I suppose I am.

How splendid.

You see we've been given this
marvellous kitchen range,

which we can't possibly use

until it's been scrubbed
from top to bottom.

So, if you bring these
lovely pots along.

And I'll show you where it is.

So, it was your fault

that we're dining without
Beatrice, mm?

Mm. I'm afraid so.

We haven't spoken for
a couple of days now.

I was just so angry about
that Paris business.

I just opened my mouth,

and heard all these vile
words coming out.

It's er, probably
a silly question,

but have you thought
of apologising?

Of course I have.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Well, when you apologise.

Were you thinking,

if I say sorry, she'll
let me go to Paris.

Or where you thinking,

I'll say sorry because I'm
behaving like a spoiled child?

You're spoiling my dinner.

You're right, of course.

I just wish I could stop
wanting to go to Paris.

You and Beatrice are
too good a partnership

to waste on something like this.

You sort things out
with her first,

and I'll think about
the other business.

Well, it's what Godfather's
are for.

Come in.

Hello, can I come in?

-How was dinner?
-Fine.

Desmond was sorry
you weren't there.

Hm.

I was sorry you weren't there.

Bea, I can't go on like this.

I know it's all been
entirely my fault.

If there was any way I could
turn the clock back, I would.

Bea, please forgive me.

You're the last person in
the world I'd want to hurt.

Evie, don't sniff.
Use a handkerchief.

I haven't got one.

I'm sorry.

-It's all right.
-It isn't.

I knew how you were feeling,

and I deliberately used
it against you.

But I used how I was feeling
against you, remember?

I was just upset that-

That Madge knew Philip
was here, and I didn't.

And I was upset, because
you're young and pretty.

That's even worse.

Evie, nothing happened between
Philip and I, that night.

You don't have to
tell me if it did.

It's nobodies business,
but yours.

But it is, Evie.

It's mine, and Philips.

And Sarah Whites'.

If we can just reach a
decision about the colour,

then we're almost finished.

There's no hurry, Beatrice.

I'm only meeting Pip for lunch.

No. I thought Captain White
hated to be kept waiting.

He does normally.

He's been much better, lately.

Hardly seems to notice.

Oh, yes?

Yes, it's strange.

He's deep in his own
thoughts, most of the time.

There's obviously something
very difficult on his mind.

Perhaps he has a problem
with his work.

Perhaps. I shouldn't
have thought so, though.

He usually discusses
those with me.

Yes, yes. That's the one.

Then again, maybe it's just
that he's missing Africa.

What do you think?

About what?

About Pip.

Well, yes. I think he's
probably just missing Africa.

Yes.

You may not ever need

the loan facility, of course.

But it's always a good
idea to have it in place,

in case the need should
ever arise.

No, you're absolutely
right, Desmond.

Ah, tell me.

How are-

How are things between
you and your sister?

Fine.

It was all a horrid,
spiteful squabble

that should never have
started in the first place.

However, it's all
over and forgiven.

On both sides.

I should think so too.

Er, Beatrice.

Evie has been telling me

about this Paris adventure
she was planning.

No, you hear me out.

I've had an idea.

Rose lives in Paris
now, you know.

Your Rose?

Mm hmm. Her husband
has got a posting

at the French Foreign Office.

They have a place just off
the Faubourg, Saint-Honore.

Yes?

If Evie agreed to
stay with them,

would you consider agreeing
to let her go?

How would Rose feel about that?

Well, I'm sure she'd be
delighted with the company.

She'd make an excellent
chaperone.

Well, it's a thought.

It's a very good thought.

Do I have an option?

Beatrice. There are
always options.

Oh, isn't it exciting!

You'll love it, Evie.

Paris at this time of
year, it's just magic.

I will be staying just near
the Faubourg, Saint-Honore.

Do you know where that is?

Er, is that right bank,
parallel to the river?

Haven't a clue.

All I know is that is
where everybody is.

Everybody, who?

Worth, Poiret, Vionnet,
Callot Soeurs.

All the designers are there.

Or, near there.

Evie, there is more to Paris
than just fashion, you know.

I do know.

Modrian's exhibiting
there at the moment.

Paul Klee's been hung
all over the place.

Go up to Sacré-Coeur,
Montmartre.

See what's going on on the
pavement, for heavens sake.

-It's all so exciting!
-Mm.

Anyway, I thought you
liked abstract art?

I do. But I doubt very much

if Sebastian's going to
find it terribly amusing.

You didn't tell me he
was going with you.

Oh I did, didn't I?

I told you he was a pilot.

Well, yes. But-

He's just reserving a seat
on his plane, that's all.

I'll be staying with my
Godfather's daughter.

It's all terribly proper, Hugo.

Sebastian and I will mainly

be keeping company for
a few days, that's all.

You don't mind, do you?

No, of course not.

Are you sure?

Mm. It's terribly tedious,

going round the galleries
on one's own.

You're not even a
tiny bit jealous?

No. When do you have
to be there?

The day after tomorrow.

Right. You tell me what time,

and I'll drive you
to the Aerodrome.

-Really?
-Really.

Now, does that sound
like a jealous man?

I can't tell you how
pleased I am, Beatrice.

You and Evangeline have
done a wonderful job.

Thank you. There. That's it.

Would you take those
to the motorcar,

and wait for me.

There. I think you'll
find that's correct.

Thank you.

Is it too early to
make an appointment

for the winter season, yet?

Or would you feel happier

if I went to another
establishment, altogether?

I would prefer to continue
as one of your clients.

But I do appreciate how
difficult it must be for you.

And I have no wish to cause
you any kind of embarrassment.

Sarah.

I don't know what to say.

Philip is a very special
man, Beatrice.

And I am fortunate
enough to enjoy

a very close, and happy
marriage with him.

Oh why, no it must look
odd from the outside,

but it bothers neither of us.

I've always known
there was someone

important in his
life, before me.

I just didn't know who it was.

Oh, he hasn't betrayed you!

Beatrice, he wouldn't.

No. I guessed, that day
he came to collect me.

The look on your face.

I'm sorry.

There's no need to apologise

for something that's
not your fault.

I'm not going to ask if
you're still in love with him.

It serves not purpose,
and besides.

I could hardly blame
you if you were.

I am.

And seeing the woman you are,

I think I'd find it
hard to blame him

for still being a little
in love with you.

All I wish for, Beatrice,
is no bad feeling.

Between any of us.

How do you feel?

Sarah. I look forward
to seeing you in autumn.

I'm so glad.

Good day.

Are you sure you can take this
much junk on an aeroplane?

Well, nobody's told me I can't.

Now, have you got your
passport and your pocket book?

Yes, yes. Come on Bea, hurry up!

All right Evie, don't
make so much noise.

I'm excited!

I wouldn't have guessed.

Go on. You'll be late.

Bless you Bea.

Drive carefully Hugo.

I will.

Hello. I'd like to speak to
Captain Philip White, please.

Hugo, will this contraption
go any faster?

What. Like this, you mean?

Yes, Hugo. Something like that.

I don't know what to do.

First time in my life.

Even when I thought it was
over between you and I.

I may not have been happy,

but at least I knew
what had to be done.

Whatever I thought you
may have done to me.

Beatrice, I never stopped
loving you.

When I fell in love with
Sarah, it was different.

That's all.

She didn't replace you.

Did you ever really
stop loving me?

No.

No, not really.

Come on.

Come on Evie, be fair.

It was your idea to try and
break the land speed record.

All I said was can we
go marginally faster

than a fat little snail.

I didn't expect you to
explode the rotten thing.

It is not exploded.

All that's happened is,

the water in the cooling
system has boiled dry.

Well what's the point in a
cooling system that boils?

Evie. It's not that simple.

For pity's sake.

Just poor the water on,
cool the beastly thing down,

and let's get going!

I can't poor cold water
into a boiling radiator!

It'll crack the metal.

It's called differential
contraction.

It would be.

-She knows about us, Philip.
-What?

Sarah.

She knows about you and me.

Not then.

Now.

You told her?

I didn't need to.

She saw it for herself.

What did she say? Was she angry?

Angry, no. Not in the least.

Do you really know her
so little, Philip?

I don't know anything, anymore.

Only that I love her.

And I still love you.

What is the hold up here?

We're supposed to take
off in two minutes!

Yes I know.

I'm still waiting for one
of the passengers to arrive.

Oh, for pity's sake.

Who is it? Someone special?

Well yes, rather.

Is it the king?

Uh, no.

Is it the Prime Minister?

No, but-

In that case, you take
off in two minutes.

Good grief, Hugo.

We could have walked, and
got there faster than this.

Keep calm.

I've said I'll get you to
the aerodrome, and I will.

Yes, but when?

Is this Little Mitcham,
or Long Mitcham?

Okay, two minutes.
That's it, lets go.

Please, Roy.

I said go.

Look, a minute longer.

I'm sure she'll be here.

Look. If you don't
take that plane up,

I'll get Ian Logan to take it.

And, all your other flights.

We never did say it
properly last time, did we.

What?

Goodbye.

Goodbye Philip.

Take care.

I'm sorry, Evie.

Here.

Thank you.

Are you all right now?

Yes, thanks.

Are you?

Yes, thanks.

Oh, doesn't your beading

show up wonderful in
the lights, Tilly.

What's that?

It's Mrs White in our dress.

The Georgette in crystal.

Oh, don't they make
a handsome couple?

Tilly? Put that silly
thing down,

and answer the door!

Madge, Miss Bothie will
be here at any moment.

Please make sure the
fitting rooms are sensible.

-Hello, Evie.
-Hello.

Evie, can I have a word?

Of course.

Tilly, come and
help Madge in the fitting room.

I'm sorry you were so
disappointed yesterday.

It's of no consequence.

There will be other times.

Sebastian will be making
the trip regularly.

Ah, well.

I really am most
dreadfully sorry.

What's the matter?

Pilot Sebastian Pearce,

and two passengers were
killed yesterday,

when their aeroplane-

Evie, you could have
been on that plane!

Would have been in fact, if I-

If you, what?

Well if I hadn't, you know.

Stopped you.

You stopped me?

Well in your own best
interests, Evie.

I'm afraid I lied
to you as well.

I nobbled the old motor myself.

And rather lost our
way on purpose.

It's just as well I did.

All things considered.

Get out.

-What?
-Get out!

I think you better leave, Hugo.

Evie, I'm so sorry!

Are you?

You never really wanted
me to catch that plane.

No, but I-

You put him up to it.

You told Hugo to make me
miss that plane, didn't you?