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25 and 35, 35 and 17...

Oh what is it?

Oh God.

First sign.

What?

Talking to yourself.

Well in that case,
I went mad long ago

and you've made me lose
my place, Jack,

please be quiet.

Jack!

You need a breath of fresh air.

I can't possibly, I have
mountains to get through.

All work and no play, Beatrice,

you'll get to be
a very dull girl.

Jack, you should be
pleased for us,

the orders have been pouring in.

Jack, really?

There's not much to choose
between you and my sister.

How is Penelope?

She's wearing herself out,

working about 18 hours a
day at the New Mission,

now, tea, coffee, spot
of supper somewhere?

Not possible.

Please, Jack.

I must finish.

Thank you.

Bloomin' collar,
why won't it fit?

It's not good enough.

I'm sure I've done it right.

Cut it like the tunics.

Betty, it's a jumper blouse,

it doesn't fit tight
at the waist.

Look at Miss Evie's drawing.

Now there's a fullness,
don't you see?

Looks all right to me.

A fullness would make it feel

more comfortable and
look more graceful.

You're going to work
here, you're going to

have to get a feel
for such things.

I'll unpick it then.

Orders flowing in,
important clients,

special commissions,
it's good, very good.

And even with four extra hands,

you're still all working
like slaves.

You're just not very
well organised are you?

We're not organised?

Jack, that studio of yours is
a mess and always has been.

If you were properly organised,

your business wouldn't be
collapsing about your ears.

Touche.

Well I don't understand.

Jumper's a jumper,
blouse is a blouse.

What do they mean,
"jumper blouse"?

Miss B don't like them
very much, does she?

Perhaps it's 'cause she's older.

Do get on Agnes.

Madge, finished.

It's all right, init?

Quite.

Tilly, you've had a long day.

So have I.

Tilly was here before
any of us this morning.

You get off home, Tilly,
we can finish up.

I can carry on for a bit.

You've done more than
enough, go on now.

Well, me mum's not
gonna know me,

getting home this early.

Goodnight then.

Goodnight, Miss Evie.

What can I do?

I'm out of fashion.

No one's clamouring to have
me photograph them anymore.

Well is there anything you
can do to get it going again?

Don't really want to.

You know what I'm bursting
to get into.

The moving pictures, an even
more precarious profession

than photography
I'd have thought.

You know nothing about it.

You have never been inside
a movie studio.

No, I've never been
to the North Pole,

but I know it's cold there.

That's enough cheek from
the accounts department.

Now as the director
of this company,

I order you to finish
work this minute.

Four pounds, nine
shillings and four pence.

Good, and now the others.

Come on, chop, chop.

All finish.

I mean now, this minute.

Oh yes?

Oh yes, Miss Beatrice has
appointed me timekeeper.

Goodnight.

Night night.

Nighty night.

Glad to see you've
a little sense.

I'm not always sensible.

Some people can make
me do anything.

Evie.

You've done enough.

I wouldn't do that.

Better she sorts it
out on her own.

I've got work to do as well.

Goodnight.

I'm afraid I've upset Evie.

I hardly said a word to her
and she burst into tears.

Oh Jack, where is she?

She ran off to the
bathroom I presume.

She's been so ratty lately,
she never speaks to anyone.

I suppose it's still
Sebastian's death.

Evie doesn't talk
to me about it.

She's withdrawn completely
inside herself

all this last week,
ever since the funeral.

Haven't exactly been
forthcoming yourself.

I know you weren't keen
to go to the funeral.

Evie felt she should.

It was she after all
who discovered

Sebastian's mother
in the first place,

even though the woman
turned out to be a fraud.

Still, Evie knew she'd need
comforting nonetheless.

She was determined to go.

I couldn't let her
face it on her own

in the event Mrs Pearce
snubbed us.

Oh, maybe that's it.

What do you mean?

Well, aren't funerals
supposed to help us

come to terms with things,
lay our feelings at rest

along with the one we've lost?

If all it did was churn
Evie up even more...

Well, that's it Jack,
I don't know

what Evie's real feelings
for Sebastian were.

I saw your light on.

Evie, can I come in?

All right.

Can't you sleep?

Is it Sebastian?

We haven't really talked
about all of that.

Well Evie, you've been
very distant with me

and I don't know why.

Of course you do.

I was certain you
were behind Hugo

and he did everything to stop me

from getting on that aeroplane.

Why on earth
would I do that, Evie?

Because you disapproved
of Sebastian,

or at least the idea of
Sebastian and me.

B, I was fond of him,

maybe even more than I realised.

Evie, I'm so sorry.

I had no idea.

B, I could have been
on that aeroplane.

Oh, but you weren't,
you must get over this

and enjoy the life
you've been given.

All I want to do is work.

Don't use work to blot
out everything else.

You need to relax, go out again.

I know Hugo upset you, Evie,
but can't you forgive him?

I never want to see Hugo
for as long as I live.

I've gone off men completely.

It's true though, I'm nearly 21,

I need to sort out my feelings.

Time, it will take time
to get over this, Evie.

I know.

Philip White?

I think we should be really
glad we have something else.

An aim, a purpose.

And as long as we don't
kill ourselves

trying to achieve it.

I'll be more sensible,
I promise.

Good.

Do you think you can sleep now?

B?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

What?

It's the sort of idea
you'd call premature.

You mean our collection?

It's a good idea.

Of course it is, Evie.

Well I've been thinking of it
myself, but it is premature.

Just think what it
would do for us.

It would really put the
House of Eliott on the map.

If it's a success, if not,
we'd be a laughing stock.

"Those Eliott sisters biting off

"more than they could chew".

It would be good for us,
it would really make us

fine down our ideas, set our
style in the public's mind.

At present it's a little...

It's awfully late, isn't it?

Evie, a little what?

Our style is a little?

Well, we're at a kind of
halfway stage, don't you think?

There's a sort of overlap
from the older,

ornate, more elaborate styles-

It's me I suppose, isn't it?

The old girl, born in
Queen Victoria's time.

Evie, just because I
don't jump to attention

the moment the latest
craze comes in-

I didn't say that.

I really would like to
get some sleep now?

Sometimes you're
quite provoking.

Desmond, thank you for
the lift, you are kind.

We'll be out in, I should
think, an hour.

Everything is all right?

You may have overreached
a little

with all the refurbishment.

It had to be done.

It wasn't a criticism, my dear,

I think you're managing
very well for-

For two women with no
business training?

Yes, and it was meant
as a compliment.

Anything else?

Yes, there is something.

I must just give this
to Aunt Lydia.

What a little beehive it is,

and such fascinating Macleary.

Coffee, Aunt Lydia?

Is this finished?

But it's so elegant.

What is it?

It's called a Cotillard,

it's a little coat for
formal occasions at home.

We're making it for
Lady Beaumont.

I must have one, and
in this material.

Surely this would suit me?

I did explain, Aunt Lydia,
we're extremely busy.

I don't think we can
manage your whole wardrobe.

My whole wardrobe?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Just a few little things.

Madge, would you take Lady Lydia

through to the fitting
room, please?

Thank you.

For the auditors in due course.

Now, what was it?

You know we're to hold
our first board meeting?

It seems terribly pretentious,
our first board meeting,

just you and us and Jack.

We've got to do these
things properly.

What's worrying you, Beatrice?

Oh, I feel disloyal
even mentioning it.

Evie and I usually always...

At the board meeting
you may hear

a new, quite ambitious idea.

Evie has such wonderful
creative notions

and such skill at
carrying them out.

But?

Come along, there's
obviously a but.

For our clientele, some of
her ideas may be a little...

Advanced.

And you by nature, are
more conservative?

I am not.

I simply feel as a
new fashion house,

we have to fit in with
the the public taste.

Which you seem

to have been doing
very successfully.

Yes.

Oh, forget I ever, forgive me.

Nothing to forgive.

But Beatrice, I am supposed
to be here to advise.

If there is any difference of
opinion between you and Evie,

you must have it out,

settle it before it affects
the business.

Excuse me.

Here, that's the third
time this morning,

I hope she isn't, you know.

Betty!

That braid is quite,
quite crooked.

Agnes, mind your own business.

Get on with your work.

What's this?

But this is for Mrs Calder,

she's having her fitting
tomorrow, it should be finished.

It just needs adjusting.

Yes, it certainly does.

This is Tilly's work, isn't it?

What is the matter with
that girl, Madge?

It'll be done, I promise.

Well it better be, Mrs
Calder will be placing

a very big order if
we get this right.

Tilly has to come
up to standard.

You must keep up a good
work discipline, Madge.

Tilly, we were just
talking about you.

Are you all right?

Why shouldn't I be?

What did you say
to her about me?

It's not fair, everyone
talking behind my back.

That's not true.

Tilly, you're not well and
I think you should go home.

You always want to send me home.

Is it so the others get my
work and you don't need me?

That's the thanks I get is
it, for trying to protect you?

Tilly, lately I've had to
redo quite a lot of your work.

And no one outside the
work room knows.

It can't go on like this.

And I can't take time off.

Just a half day to
rest, see a doctor.

And lose a half day's pay.

I afford that, Madge, and
my family can't afford that.

I'm sure if the sisters
knew you were ill

they wouldn't dock your pay.

Well Evie mightn't.

It was Evie who found me
and gave me my first chance.

Miss B, she don't
feel like that.

You can't blame her 'cause
it's business.

Look, we can't just
let this go on.

If there's something
wrong with you...

Who are you?

Go away and mind your
flippin' business.

You are my business.

Here, look, give me that,
that stuff will kill you.

Who cares?

Well obviously I do,
or I shouldn't be here.

You don't know me.

You don't give a tappers for me,

as long as you can say you
caught another one in your net.

I know you very well.

You're George Wakefield

and you lived a perfectly
sensible life

until you got thrown
out of work,

after 23 years faithful service.

And you haven't stopped
hating the world ever since,

which I do understand.

But why you should keep trying
to destroy yourself, I...

Go away.

Get away.

Taxi!

I never knew you actually
scrubbed-

They don't clean themselves.

Thank you for coming, Jack.

Nice to be asked.

I was very, very pleased
you rang me.

You all right?

Did they hurt you?

No, not really.

Jack, for the first time I
feel really helpless, hopeless.

My sister admitting that?

I always thought that
somehow we'd have some effect

on the poverty, the misery.

But now?

It's all too big for us.

We're both cordially
hated and laughed at

for being interfering
busybodies.

I just can't go.

Pen?

Pen?

What is it?

I have just heard myself.

All the self pity, the bilge.

Of course I can go on.

Just a moment,

you were attacked
in some back alley

with nobody around to
come and help you.

You could have been-

Yes, Jack, I wasn't.

Look, I'm sorry, I'm
wasting your time.

I know it's useless asking
you to give it all up,

but I do worry.

Can I at least ask you,
beg you to be more careful?

I mean it, Pen.

I don't think you're an
interfering anything,

I respect what you're
trying to do here,

but bluntly, I think
it irresponsible

for you to put yourself at risk.

You have a family that
cares what happens to you.

It's not fair to us.

Oh tosh.

It's also not fair to the
ones you're trying to help,

the ones who don't drink
the firewater,

don't try to smash your head in.

If you don't care whether
or not we'd miss you,

think how they would.

I knew I was right
to telephone you.

The strength you give me, Jack.

Thank you.

Oh dear, how many times do
I have to tell you girls?

Detail.

Detail, detail.

It's not just our design we're
noted for, it's the finish.

But this, Betty.

I didn't do it.

Don't look at me.

All right, I'll see to it.

She gets away with
murder, she does.

Madge, we have Mrs Frevell
coming in on Thursday,

we're obviously not
going to be ready.

I'm doing all I can.

Have to check everything
twice these days.

I should hope your check
everything twice,

three times if necessary,

but if there's a problem
somewhere, you must tell me
where.

Evie?

Don't drag me into this,

I'm sick and tired
of their arguing.

I'm just sick and tired.

If you're dissatisfied, Madge,

you can always go elsewhere.

B.

There's no need to gape.

You're being very unfair,
Madge is worn out.

It's just plain mean
to threaten her.

It's not that easy to
find another job.

Especially one who should
be so well looked after.

We should look after her,

she's devoted to the
place and to us.

Well it's up to you to keep
an eye on things, Evie,

you're the one who's
in there among them.

B, there is only
so much I can do.

I'm trying to come up with
ideas for the new collection.

I'm too tired to argue with you.

Penelope?

Oh hello.

She won't eat, I've been
trying for half an hour.

Will you keep me company
when I eat?

I've almost finished here.

What's the story?

It's her father, he...

Just give me 10 minutes.

Are you all right?

Mm-hmm.

Tilly, and you too Dina.

Betty and Agnes take yours
when I get back, will you?

I've got to get out
and get some air.

Tommy Dixon, you would arrive
just as I want to go out.

You look lovely as
always, Madge.

Let's get on, shall we?

Right, we need 30 packs of
mother of pearl buttons.

30?

30.

You'll go through
those in no time,

why not make it 60 and
be done with it?

30.

Cottons, white, black,
blue, and cream.

Usual amount?

Usual amount.

Hooks and eyes, now.

You're sure to be needing
hooks and eyes

the way you lot go through them.

We won't need
as many this month,

'cause Miss Evie's designs

are much simpler and
they just slip on.

Newfangled fashions, you lot
trying to do me out of a job?

All right, leave it to me.

You just off out
for your dinner?

I need a break.

Well you need something, girl.

I can't have dinner
with you, Tommy.

Why not, you did before?

One beer at the local?

I can't afford the time or
the cash for a proper dinner.

I'll have a cup of tea

and a slice of bread
and butter at the ABC.

Tell you what, I'll treat
you to fish and chips.

For dinner?

I'll be having them
all afternoon.

What's the matter with you?

You used to be a real
bright spark.

I'm fed up.

Of what, the House of Eliott?

You don't have to stay
there you know?

Oh yeah, just walk out
in the gone air.

Walk into another job,

girl of your talents
and experience.

If it were that easy...

Maybe it is.

Another of my customers, not
as clever as your ladies,

but a solid old firm, they
just might have a vacancy.

Would you like me to?

Why not?

I'd like to show that Beatrice.

Yeah, why not?

Cor, is it that late?

When I get into these endless,
endless racks of clothes,

just don't seem to
notice the time

til me head starts positively
splitting.

Agnes, would you mind...

Jack?

* Happy birthday to you

-* Happy birthday dear Evie
-Happy 21st birthday, Evie.

I'd nearly forgotten.

Which is just what I was saying,

-all work and no play.
-* Happy birthday to you

Thank you.

Happy birthday!

I'm gonna get some more
of that bubbles.

Forgetting your own 21st,

really Evie, that is taking
devotion to duty too far.

Leave the girl alone, come
along, Evie, your presents.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Where should I start?

Ah, it's from Molly.

Aww.

Isn't that just like her?

I bet the party was Jack's idea.

Of course, Jack's idea of the
good life's one long party.

Sir Desmond and I had
planned a more formal affair,

but we were overruled.

Quite right too, this is a
delightful place for a party.

Jack.

It's from Pen too.

It's not just decorative,
it's for use.

This, on the other hand,

has no utilitarian
value whatsoever.

A friend brought it
back from Paris.

That is so true!

I hope that's what
we'll be remembered for,

making women more comfortable.

Alas, women have always
been resigned

to making the choice between
being comfortable and elegant.

Well let's hope we make
clothes that let them be both.

Thank you, both of you,
not just for the presents,

but well, just for
all being there.

Thank you.

It's a telegram from Arthur.

Ah, isn't that nice of him?

It's not the Cafe Royal, but...

Desmond, that's too-

It's exactly right for my
goddaughter's coming of age.

-Happy birthday.
-Thank you.

Evie, steady on the bubbly.

B, I'm nearly 21.

I mean I am 21, I nearly forgot.

But you haven't eaten
anything all day.

Well that's all right,
because I'll make up for it

by drinking all night.

Oh you-

B, that was supposed
to be a joke.

I'm going to have
to train myself

not to feel responsible anymore.

21, a grown woman, free,
whatever that means.

What does that mean?

I think you'll find
out soon enough.

Evie, a birthday dance.

Desmond I think I'd
get too giddy.

You are giddy!

Penelope, Penelope will
you partner me?

Excuse us!

Penelope?

Stand back.

She's been doing far too much.

She always does.

I've asked Madge to
ring the doctor.

What on earth is the
matter with her?

We don't know, Aunt.

Well it's quite killed
off the party.

Sorry about that.

Is there anything I can do?

None of us feels too
cheerful after this

and they're all dog tired,

you might just say our
goodnights for us, thank you.

Of course dear.

Poor Penelope, we have
worked so hard together,

down there in the slums.

It's all right Pen, you fainted.

We should be getting
off home then really.

I don't see why we've got to go,

still plenty of booze left.

Betty, really?

Thank you.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, the doctor shouldn't
be long.

Thank you, Madge.

Was a lovely party, Evie,
and you deserved it.

Thanks, Tilly.

Desmond, we needn't rush away.

Champagne.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Girls, if you'd like to
take that into the workroom

and carry on.

Oh Miss Evie, that's
wonderful, you're kind.

Difficult.

Could be a virus, could
simply be exhaustion.

Have you some aspirin
in the house?

Yes.

And I shall give her a
brandy and lemon juice,

hot, right now.

She must keep warm and
mustn't be disturbed.

Can she stay here?

Of course, for as
long as she needs.

I can manage.

And just in case,
someone ought to

sit with her during the night.

I'll do that.

Sometimes I feel like
doing just that,

collapsing on the floor.

You've been doing
too much as well.

B, I still haven't opened
your present.

You know, Evie, Jack is right.

We must sort out how to do
things more efficiently.

Well whatever happens,
we still have-

Tilly.

B, that's mum's engagement ring.

She gave it to you.

And I thought I'd never
part with it,

but well, here you are,
21, and it just seemed...

I shall always take care
of it, I promise.

What's this?

Open it.

As you've now come of
age, we've all agreed

to make you a full director
of the firm.

Now I do feel grown up.

I'm so happy.

Enjoy it.

I am.

I'm so happy.

Shh, Pen.

Jack, I thought if Penelope
had a fever

she might want to
change into this.

Thanks B, she's wet through.

I'll go and have a smoke.

Pen, it's B.

I'm just going to change
you into this, all right?

Up you go, that's it.

What's the matter?

When I was changing
Penelope, I found,

oh God it made me feel...

It's all right, she's
sleeping now,

but I found on her back
the most dreadful bruise.

It's as if someone's
hit her, punched her.

God, I have told her she's
in danger in that place.

She won't listen.

I feel terrible.

I've laughed at her do-gooding,
Jack, I'd had no idea.

Should we tell the doctor?

I know she wouldn't want
us to, you know Pen.

And if it is only a bruise,
do you think we need to?

Perhaps not.

I'd better get back to her.

It's early in the
morning, go back to sleep.

I feel so foolish, spoiling
Evie's party.

Don't be silly, no one minded.

They're just concerned
that you're all right.

What's all this about a bruise?

It's all right.

Are you sure?

Yes.

And I don't want them
worrying about me.

I know how hard they have
to work at their business.

Beatrice is amazing you know.

She virtually brought
Evie up, single-handedly.

And even when she's
inundated with work,

she always manages
to look so good.

That is so good.

I can feel my strength
coming back.

Mm-hmm.

You haven't got the faintest
idea what I just said.

It's fascinating this,

there's another film
studio opening up.

"A small company
with big ideas."

You're not going
to invest in it?

Moving pictures just
sound like a novelty,

a passing phase to me.

Is it safe?

I'm safe, got nothing to invest.

I'd like to get involved
somehow though.

I'm sorry.

Another cup of beef tea, Miss?

I would love some, thanks.

Will you be all right?

Of course, I'm not going to have

another relapse, I assure you.

Brother knows best.

Oh Jack, having a spell?

I was just coming up.

It's all right.

It'll do me good to get
all this off my mind.

Thank you.

Someone has to say to it, Tilly.

If your work doesn't
improve, I'm sorry

we'll just have to speak
to Miss Beatrice

about letting you go.

I can't go on covering
up for you.

I get all the nagging,
all the criticism,

you've got to do better-

I can't

I've tried and I can't.

What is it, what's the matter?

I think I'm going mad.

I keep getting these
headaches and I see double,

and my eyes are so sore.

Don't cry.

Please don't cry, Tilly.

I have to go.

Jack?

Yes, he thinks you're
quite wonderful.

Nonsense.

Are you sure you're warm enough?

Evie has a shawl somewhere.

He never stops talking
about you, Beatrice,

about how much he admires you,

about how all that you've done

puts his own efforts to shame,

about how strong and
resourceful you are.

But he's never said.

I mean, he's very kind,
he's always supported us.

Whenever I had any doubts,
Jack always encouraged,

but never anything personal.

Well, I think he's nervous
that if he did say anything,

you might, well, you
might tell him off.

You are very emphatic, Beatrice.

Am I?

Here we are.

I can see you're getting
back to your old self again.

Well, I have been very well
looked after here, haven't I?

Thank you.

I know we don't always
see eye to eye, Beatrice,

but I want to ask
a favour of you.

Will you be gentle with Jack?

I feel that he's losing his way

and he needs people
to believe in him.

Yes, of course.

And all this
film businesses

is such awful nonsense.

Hundreds of pounds spent
on idle entertainment.

What I could do with that
money at the Mission.

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

Tommy!

You're not funny.

Quite right, I'm dead serious.

I've got to get back.

You thought any more about
them job prospects I mentioned?

Yes.

Well, are you going to do
something about it or what?

You've done something.

You've seen them, haven't you?

Well you told me to.

I was gonna arrange it for you.

Going behind my back, that is.

Well you should be pleased.

Well what did they
say, yes or no?

I've only had one
talk with them,

it's not settled yet.

And what do I get out of it?

Oh, thank you.

I thought you did it to help me.

You get your hands
off me, Tommy.

Tilly, you're not working
over your break,

you know it's not good for you.

I've got a lot to do.

Have you finished your lunch?

I wonder if you might help us.

We've a board meeting
now and I feel

someone ought to sit
with Miss Penelope.

Yeah, I'd like to do that.

Sorry.

Welcome to our first
board meeting.

We should be quite informal,
no need for a chairman,

let's just discuss what
we have to discuss.

Should someone be taking
the minutes?

Well if it's not formal,
can't we manage without?

My accountant and I have
been through the books

and everything is in order,

but I understand there's
some problem

about maintaining the balance
between quality and output.

Jack?

Well, Beatrice and
Evangeline know my feelings.

I think there's a lack
of organisation.

The whole staff are working
themselves into the ground

and yet, well yes, quality
and output are both effected.

Shall we consider taking
on more staff?

No, no, they'd only
have to be laid off

the moment there was a lull.

We can cope.

Jack's right, we can
cope if we just

somehow get better organised.

Well where's the hiccup then?

I gather it's Tilly.

She seems to be having trouble
with finely detailed work,

or even keeping up at all.

Well perhaps you should
consider replacing her.

No, we can't, Tilly has been
with us right from the start.

You can't run a business
like this.

If there is a problem,
you must address it.

I must say, it seems to be only

too typical of your
whole approach.

What is wrong with our approach?

Well you just go along
from day to day

and you can't carry
on in this manner.

What do you mean exactly?

You've got to have goals
to work towards,

otherwise you just drift.

What are your plans
for the future?

We've only just got established,

that sort of talk is premature.

Well, we have had one idea.

Evie, we have problems now,

I don't think we should
raise that at this point.

If we knew what it was, perhaps
we could give an opinion.

Well, we had thought about
sometime in the future,

creating our own collection,
not just making clothes,

ad hoc as the orders come in,

but a whole collection
of clothes,

made to our original design.

Yes, you mentioned this.

Now when might this be?

Well I don't think we
can contemplate it

for another year yet.

Nonsense, B.

It would be very unwise

to wait until you believe
you're ready

and only then to start
thinking about it.

Well what is all this
sudden urgency?

B, this is exactly what
Sir Desmond and I

are talking about, there's
not enough forward planning.

Exactly, just imagine
the problems

of staging such an event.

It's almost like putting
on a theatrical show.

A year away, start
planning right now,

and then aim to do it
within six months.

Oh no, we couldn't possibly.

We could, if we put
ourselves to it, we could.

Yes, well it's all right for
you, you've already started.

I'm sorry?

Could someone please explain.

A collection, in our style.

The question is what
is our style?

But I don't understand,

you've already established
a reputation.

For quality, for a certain
finish, but the style.

What is our style?

This,

or this?

See, I did come.

Told you I'd get them
along early for you.

Trouble with some people
is they do you one favour

and think you're under
an obligation ever after.

Just check they're all
there will you, Mr Dixon?

There's no need, they'll
all be there.

If there's one button missing...

There won't be.

Right, well I better go and
attend to my other customers.

I'll see you later then, Madge.

Not if I can help it.

Please yourself.

Bye ladies.

Bye.

Given him the push,
have you, Madge?

None of your business, Betty.

I'll take him off your
hands for you if you like.

You just finish what
you're doing.

Finished, there.

Well you can finish off
the beading on this.

That's Tilly's.

Just do it.

She'll be in the toilet again.

No, she isn't, Miss
B has asked her

to go and sit with
Miss Penelope.

Having tea and push
conversation no doubt.

Yeah, while we have to put
right all her mistakes.

Betty.

It's true, Madge.

We know what's going on.

Oh yes?

Yeah.

Well, that's your look out,

but don't expect us to
do Tilly's work for her.

We work hard enough as it is.

You'll do what you're told

or I'll inform Miss B that
your work is not satisfactory

and advise her to let you go,

and that's all of you.

What about Tilly?

Tilly as well.

You're bluffing.

Anyway, why are you
protecting her?

They've been here longest,
stick together they do.

That's enough.

It's my responsibility to
see that the work gets done.

How I do it is up to me.

If you're not happy, there
are plenty to take your place.

Well what's wrong with Tilly?

I don't know.

We all go through bad patches,

but instead of all
this squabbling,

we should all stick together.

Now, if any of us have
anything else to say, say it.

Of course I'm no expert,

but they both look
very pretty to me.

Jack knows what I mean.

This one's more elaborate,
the beading,

the fringing that curlicue
whatsit round the collar.

And this one is more modern.

That is Evie's, and
there are more

where they came from,
aren't there?

B.

Why is it suddenly a contest?

Jack, it's been coming
for months.

Evie and I have a fundamentally
different approach.

I don't think that's true, B.

Making as we go, as we do
now, it isn't so noticeable,

but in a collection of our work.

But variety is the
spice of life.

Not all women want
the same thing,

let those who want modern
choose this one,

and those who want
curlicues have the other.

Am I right, B, a House needs
one single clear attitude.

Two contradictory styles
could confuse its public,

weaken its position
in the marketplace.

I don't know anything
about marketplaces,

all I know is how to cut,
how to draw, how to design.

And if you cut-

Precisely, and you
don't think about

whether we could
sell them or not.

I think it's useless
to have brilliant ideas

so far ahead of the
public taste.

Are my ideas so far ahead, B,

or is it that yours
are lagging behind?

Perhaps that question could
be answered at another time?

But I do strongly advise you
to make it your aim to design,

make and display the
House of Eliott's

first original collection
within six months from now.

Oh it's wonderful, Miss
Penelope, she solved it.

Solved what?

Me eyes, I'd been so
frightened to see a doctor

because I thought,
I really thought

I was going to go blind
or something.

And Miss Pen, she had a look,
she listened to my problems,

and you know what she thinks?

I need glasses, that's
all, I need specs.

That's wonderful, Tilly.

You know, my sister
really is very good value.

Ah, the hiccup.

I suggest that the board
hereby authorises Tilly

to take an hour off
and get herself down

to the nearest optician.

Off you go.

Well, what is it?

Tell them the rest
of the problem.

You, straight back to bed.

Not until this is
out in the open.

Tilly?

I don't want to say.

It's money, isn't it?

You can't afford the optician.

Well that's only part of it.

I think it's true Tilly
does need glasses,

but she's also overtired,
she's exhausted.

She's been taking on extra
work from other firms.

Sewing in the evenings
and at weekends,

because she virtually
supports her whole family

and I'm afraid the Misses
Eliott do not pay her

quite enough money
to make ends meet.

Tilly, why didn't you say?

Loyalty.

So you need more money?

How much?

Say it, Tilly.

Another five bob a week.

Two and six.

Three and six.

Done.

Do you approve?

I do, I do approve.

I should tell you all, Tilly
has just been given a raise.

Do not all, I warn you,
to expect one too.

In time, perhaps.

Is anyone unhappy with this?

Betty, Agnes?

Anyone?

Sure I never expected-

Good, Madge?

I'm perfectly content,
thank you, Miss B,

for the time being.

Oh, if there's a raise
further down the road

that gives me a goal,
doesn't it?

One further thing you
should all know,

we shall, six months from now,

be presenting our first
complete original collection.

After, perhaps we should say,

certain fundamental differences
have been ironed out,

one way or another,
once and for all.