All language subtitles for The.House.of.Eliott.S01E12.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track4_[eng]

Good morning.

Good morning,

we had an appointment to
your building at 10:30.

Yes, come in.

Thank you.

It's very fine.

It's a bit gloomy.

It's very expensive.

It is only a place where
we can show off our clothes

after all, when we are
properly established,

we can show our collection
on our own premises

like everyone else does.

If that day ever comes.

It will.

I'm glad you and Jack
are friends again.

Yes.

Professionally, we're not off
to a very good start, are we?

Yes, we are.

We have the best
design in London,

and we are not going
to resign ourselves

to second best because
of that stupid article.

This place is gaudy, dark,
old fashioned and boring.

We, on the other hand are not.

200 guineas there on picture,

would any pay for that dress?

Never.

And I mean far be it
for me to criticise,

but in the picture, it wasn't
a patch on one of these.

200 guineas is so much.

Girls, I don't mind
you chatting,

but could you make sure the
work is done as well, please.

you're disgraceful,
gossiping like that.

Don't worry, it's not
about one of ours.

It's about one of
Yolande Hermane.

Madge, where do you find
these things out?

Jerry tell me.

Huh!

What is Jerry to know
a thing like that?

He's a new young man.

He's a bookkeeper,
he works there.

Really, oh, is that the new
fabric from the printers?

He looks for Yolande
Hermane, the designer?

That's right.

Who does?

Madge's new chap.

Does he?

It's a pity, we don't know
precisely when her show is.

I can't.

Can't what Madge?

I can't go asking questions
about a rival house.

Oh, we won't dream of
asking you, would we Bea?

Of course, no, that
will be most unethical.

Blue shade, I want
copies of that statement,

both typed out before lunch,
so that I can check it through.

Yes, Ms. Hermane.

And I want a car booked
to Paris before.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

I told you I wanted
more height, more line.

I've covered in as you
suggested, Ms. Hermane.

I've made it leaner.

You've starved it to
death Mr. Wickham.

You've murdered it,
lean is not empty.

Think of it as suggesting
a potential fullness,

a secret flowering of
hidden extravagance.

It needs lifting, needs
power, it needs mystery, look.

Oh Madge, I thought you
had gone home, come on in.

Oh no, I can't stop,
Jerry's waiting.

But I thought you ought to know,

seem as you are so keen to
see the Hermane collection.

Madge you are a trooper.

So when is it?

14th of next month.

Uh, are you sure?

Yes.

Anything else.

Ms. Evie, I'll see
you in the morning.

Goodnight Madge.

-Goodnight.
-Bye.

-Hey, Madge.
-Bye.

Bye.

What was matched doing here?

Guess.

Do we know when Hermane
collection is?

The 14th.

No.

Exactly what, is just a while
we found out now, isn't it?

I don't believe this,

you make me bring
out these dresses

to be locked away in case
anyone spies on them.

And here you are, merely
spying on someone else.

Jack, we are not spying.

It's mainly a question
of practicalities.

I'm sure Yolande Hermane
doesn't want

our shows to clash any
more than we do.

Well, actually, I'm quite sure
she doesn't give a fig but-

Seriously though,
what will you do?

Will you bring the show forward?

I don't know, if we
works seven days a week,

24 hours a day.

Well, if the show's a success,

the publicity might just
repair the damage

done by Victor Stride's
articles.

Jack, don't mention
that man's name.

Actually, we're not
doing at all badly

with the collection.

We could possibly bring
it forward if we able to.

Evie, it is not just a
question of the clothes.

We still haven't found a
suitable place to have the show.

We haven't even begun to
think about mannequins.

No, I think I may be
able to help you there.

Remember I have some very
lovely honorables in my files.

Honorables?

You are selling to
the aristocracy,

used the aristocracy
to sell the goods.

Mh-hm.

If we make our show two
weeks before the 14th,

how does that sound to you?

Well, it sounds really
frightening to me,

but I don't think we
have that much choice.

I'll tell the others.

Good morning ladies?

Good morning.
-Good morning Bea.

May I have your attention,
please?

I have a small announcement
to make.

Evie and I have decided
to bring the show forward

by two weeks to the
30th of this month.

Now I know this means
we work all hours

but I think we can do it.

And we will be paying a bonus
for the extra effort involved.

So I shouldn't hold
you up any longer.

I don't believe it.

What's that?

It's a Couture Magazine so.

And despite the malicious
and ill founded rumours

of recent weeks, we feel
certain that The House of Eliott

will prove to be a
welcome and worthy edition

to fashionable London.

Who wrote that?

That's just it, Victor
Stride wrote it.

No, let me see.

I don't know why, and
like don't care,

but he has gone back

of actually everything
he said in Suwanee.

Shhh.

Well, it couldn't have
come at a better time.

Why has he changed
his tune like this?

Oh, does it matter?

I'm not sure Victor Stride

has an impressive reputation
to maintain.

It does him no favours
by contradicting himself

publicly like this.

Hmm, maybe he realised we
were just too important

to write off, because of
some imaginary scandal.

Well, I'm not sure about that.

But whatever we have
to be ready on time.

Stop being so sensitive.

I didn't say you were
obviously losing interest

in the poor and needy.

I said this your
disenchantment with the mission

was beginning to show.

All right, I'm sorry.

I always get bad tempered
when I'm feeling guilty.

Yes, I know.

I just wish there was
something I could say

to make you feel less sad.

You're not a saint Penelope.

You're allowed to
become miserable,

and frustrated, and
disillusioned.

What you need is a change.

And what would you suggest?

I can not go gallivanting
off to Africa, you know,

at the drop of a hat?

Why not?

I beg your pardon?

I said, why not?

What's stopping you
from doing exactly that?

Like, I couldn't.

But of course you could.

You could come and
teach at the school

attached to the Tanganyika
mission,

and that would be a change.

Give me one good reason
why you shouldn't?

So, when I was looking
through my portfolio,

naturally the first face
I turned to was yours.

You are the most frightful
liar, Jack.

But I do appreciate
the fluttery.

How would you feel about
modelling one or two

of the Eliott collection
Ms. Crawford?

Oh, I don't know.

It's not something I've
ever considered before.

You would look quite splendid
in some of the dresses.

Oh yes, I'm sure I would.

Who else have you
embroiled in your scheme?

So far, there is Anthea
Fisgivan, Jessica Holdingbone-

Oh, I'll do it if Jess
will, she's terribly jolly.

You'll do it?

Now Jack, I said I'll do
it, if Jess Holdingbone did.

Let me talk to her
first, oh, and to mother.

I'll let you know in
the next day or so.

Well, thank you very much.

So nice to have met you.

-Bye.
-I'll see you out.

Oh, don't worry, I'll
find my own way,

bye.

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Very lovely.

There you are, you see
that's four already.

I told you that wouldn't
be a problem.

ow I ut o.

Evie and I have to look
at another hall.

Later then.

Well, I'll have to
see how it goes.

House of Eliott.

Speaking.

Oh, hello?

Yes, I did read it as a
matter of fact Mr. Stride.

Well, it was certainly
less offensive

than your previous article.

May I ask why?

Yes. All right.

No, I think it would be
better if you came here.

Yes, that would suit us.

All right.

Goodbye.

Well, well.

Who was that?

That was Victor Stride,
he's coming to see us.

He's what?

Come along. We will be late.

It's ideal, the light, spacious,

perfect venue for the
magnificent Eliott collection.

Mmh, everyone will come.

Oh, Jack would
love this place.

I must bring him to see it.

Well, why didn't you?

Why didn't you ask him
to come with us?

Because I am trying to keep Jack

and works separate
at the moment.

Well, it's a bit
late for that, isn't it?

Jack's just as involved
as we are.

Evie, you know what I mean?

No, I don't.

If you ask my opinion I-

Which I'm not.

The sooner you and Jack
get married the better.

Why?

Well, because then you can
stop worrying about him

and concentrate on more
important things.

It's you.

You sound so disappointed,
who were you expecting?

No one.

Are you going to let me in.

Did I arrive at some
inopportune moment?

No, not really.

Just a bit hush,
hush that's all.

You could have been anyone.

Are you feeling all right?

I'm photographing the dresses

for Bea and Evie's collection,

it's terribly important
that no one sees them

before the big day.

Why?

Because they'll copy
of them of course.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I thought when you
said important

you meant important not frocks.

It is important to them, Penn.

I suppose.

Just makes me so mad.

All this care and attention,
lavished on so much nonsense.

I've said it before and I-

You certainly have.

I don't apologise, you know.

I don't regret one
single word I said

at that charity circus.

Come on, I'm not asking you to.

I am on your side,
you know, Penn?

Are you?

Of course, I am.

I mean, are you really?

Is there something I
ought to know about?

I don't know.

Come on Penn, tell
me what's happened?

I'm just sick of it, Jack.

I am just sick to death
of the whole gusty,

charityish here out
in this country,

and I'm terrified that if I stay

I am just going to stop
caring altogether.

What do you mean if you stay?

I'm thinking of leaving
the country.

Robert Adams has offered
me a teaching posts

that his new mission.

Oh yes, where is this?

Africa.

Africa?

Well come on Penn, you
know you'd hate it there.

Everything that moves growls
at you, including the spider.

You're not serious, are you?

I don't know.

When I look around me, the few
reasons I can find to stay.

What about your mission?

Is not to my mission anymore.

It's all up and running,
they don't need me.

When would you go, if
you did decide to leave?

I didn't know. Why?

Well, it's just that some
things might be happening here,

you might like to stay and see.

You mean between
you and Beatrice?

Perhaps.

You're trying to blackmail
me to stay?

No, of course not.

I think the whole idea is absurd

but I would ask you to think
a little more seriously

before you go dashing off
to the dark continent.

Now would you do that
for me, please?

The second poster has
just arrived, my lady.

Oh, how funny.

I was just writing to Arthur.

I'll take my lunch in here
today, in about half an hour.

Yes, my lady.

Thank you, Jules.

I know the article in
Suwanee had my name on it,

but I honestly did not write it.

I don't think anyone honestly
wrote it at all Mr. Stride.

It was the most scurrilous
piece of scandal mongering

I've ever read.

I can only apologise.

I think we would prefer
it if Suwanee apologised,

as publicly as it denounced us.

That I'm afraid is
out of my hands.

Why?

I don't write for them anymore.

Like a happy staff to
that how could I?

After all, it's not just
your reputation at stake,

It's mine as well, and I
have no wish to be associated

with that kind of journalist.

Neither do we.

Which is why I went
to Couture Magazine

and persuaded them to let
me set the record straight.

I hope it didn't take
too much effort?

Bea.

We did appreciate your
article Victor.

Are you writing exclusively
for them now?

Yes.

And Couture Magazine would
like the exclusive rights

to feature the first collection
of The House of Eliott.

Would they indeed?

Bea, that is wonderful.

Well, I don't know
about wonderful,

but it's certainly a good way
to become a a household name.

And you promised them they
could have those rights?

You are not objecting
to the feature surely?

What I'm objecting to, is
being presented with this.

The publicising of our
first collection

is something my sister and
I would have to consider

very carefully.

And now if you'll excuse me, I
have some work I must finish.

Evie will see you out.

Good evening Mr. Stride,
thank you so much for calling.

I had thought
after that second article-

Victor, I think you
better leave.

Look, why don't you
leave it to me?

Bea is still very upset
about the whole thing.

I'll talk to her about Couture.

Of course I don't object
to Arthur marrying.

I'm delighted, he's
finally got around to it.

Then what is it? Champagne.

It is merely that, when I
think of all the eminently

suitable young ladies I
introduced him to,

he chooses to marry an American.

So, will you
go over for the wedding?

Yes, of course.

I here Boston is delightful
in the spring

and relatively civilised, but.

But what?

Arthur has suggested that
I consider staying there.

What? For good?

Whatever that may mean. Yes.

Well, does the idea
appeal to you?

Oh Desmond, I don't know.

My first reaction
was to say, no.

I couldn't possibly leave
England and all my friends,

my whole life I suppose.

Then I thought, what life?

What friends for that matter?

Oh come on Lydia, self
pity is most unbecoming.

Is that what I am? Self pitying?

Sometimes, and
you do have friends.

You?

Of course.

Well, as a friend tell me
what you think I should do?

I think you must make up
your own mind my dear,

I could be no friend at all
if I tried to do it for you.

The scissors.

Ms. Eliott, Ms. Eliott, the
collection is now complete.

Ladies and gents, first
things first.

All of you thank you.

You've all worked like Trojans,

against a very short deadline.

And Evie and I are
delighted with the results.

We'll see just how much when
you open your pay packets.

What the rest of the world
thinks of The House of Eliott

remains to be seen on the 30th.

But for now, a toast.

The House of Eliott.

The House of Eliott.

Now you know better than to
ask for details at this stage.

Suffice to say that
Yolande Hermane

will continue to surprise,
delight,

and guide the discriminating
woman,

in her search for fashionable
elegance.

Yes of course you may quote
me, that's why I said it.

I'm so sorry.

Do forgive me, before
being under

the most tremendous pressure.

Last minute nerves, you know?

Thank you.

And I look forward
to seeing you too.

Goodbye.

Beatrice, are we going
to allow Victor

to write that feature
for Couture?

I don't know, are we?

Well, I think we should.

Why?

Well, because as he said

can you think of a better word
becoming a household name?

I just wished I liked
the man better.

That's all.

Oh Bea, you don't
have to like him,

you just have to appreciate
the value of his work.

As you do?

Of course.

We do need the publicity.

Shall I go and see him then?

All right.

Good.

On second thoughts,
perhaps I should.

As the elder Eliott,
do you understand?

Beatrice that's not-

It's one of
Lucille's early models.

I covered her first London
show, you know.

Really?

Mmh. Actually Lucille
more or less

invented the fashion
show in this country.

Did you know she was
on the Titanic?

No.

One of the few survivors.

And who's this fellows.

Yolande Hermane.

You really have worked
with them all, haven't you?

And now The House of Eliott.

Mh-hm.

I must say that I'm
delighted you've agreed

to the feature, and what
a little relief.

Well, we're just
grateful for your interest.

Come then, tell me all about it.

What may we expect from the
first Eliott collection?

Dresses.

And do we have an overall theme?

Are we expanding a new line?

A colour, perhaps?

Well-

Uh, don't tell me you've
joined the throng

delving into the tomb of
two-term common for inspiration?

No.

Perhaps then you're siding
with the avant-garde,

modernist even?

Perhaps.

Oh Evie.

How do you expect me to
write a feature on you,

when you ain't telling
me anything?

You're not supposed
to write the feature

until after the show.

It won't be published
till after the show.

Promise?

But I do need to start
writing it very soon.

Pinks, riots of fuchsia
and Rose?

Victor.

Blue then, the call Hughes
of an English summary.

I'm not saying a thing.

Very well.

Keep your secrets.

I shall contact the
illustrator and tell him

he may at least standby.

Oh, I was actually-

Oh yes, Evie it's one thing
keeping me in the dark,

but we do have to illustrate
your designs at some point.

No, but I'd rather assume
that we use Jack Maddox's

photographs to illustrate
the collection

rather than sketches.

Oh, yes, Jack?

Yes he's been doing
them as we go along.

He's terribly good.

I don't doubt it.

Well, I suppose I better go.

I only came to tell
you about decision.

I'm thrilled that you did.

Actually it's nearly lunchtime.

I was just wondering
if, perhaps.

Oh, dear Evie, I'd love to.

But as you can see, no
rest for the wicked.

Of course, all right, goodbye.

Goodbye.

Did you get a chance
to pass on my script

to Benedict Edson?

Yes, I did.

And, is he gonna put
more money in my company?

Well, that depends on you,

but he's very impressed
with what he's seen so far

that much I can tell you.

I'd also want to meet him.

When did you say he's
back in the country?

Towards the end of
January I think,

that gives you time to
Polish up the script.

Mh-hm, a lot easier when
the show is over.

Ah, that reminds me.

I saw your aunt Lydia
the other day,

I think she'd appreciate
an invitation.

Of course, it's already
being sent.

Good, she's a little
bit low at the moment,

but at least we'll cheer her up.

And Aunt Lydia
will be sitting there

like the queen of hearts,

telling everyone how she in fact

designed all the gowns herself,

and threatening to chop
off everybody's head

if they dare to argue with her.

Still it won't hurt us, will it?

No, it won't. Goodnight.

I wish it didn't have to be.

I know but it does.

Now go home.

Hey Bea.

So sweet, Evie will
be delighted.

I'm so excited.

Thanks so much.

Aunt Lydia.

Beatrice.

Desmond.

Oh, I'm so glad you are here.

Looks absolutely wonderful,
Beatrice, congratulations.

Oh, congratulate us afterwards,
if it goes all right.

Aunt Lydia, I've reserved a
seat for you at the front,

next to the doctors of Hackly.

How kind.

Oh look there is Mrs.
White and Lady Delly.

How are you feeling?

Wonderful.

See who is over there?

The great and the
good in the flesh.

Time to get started.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Hello.

Penelope, but I thought
that you-

I know.

Tell Evie that I'm here, and
tell her, well, you know.

I will.

Well, I suppose you
better get to a sit.

Mh-hm.

Ready?

As we'll ever be.

Here it goes, good luck.

Good luck Ms. Bea.

My lords, ladies
and gentlemen.

Charming, simply charming.

Moonlight cascade.

This tunic in pale blue,
shot, taffeta,

wonderfully coloured with
a mesh of silver lace,

and embroideries, and
silk, and pearls.

Nightfall on the silver sea.

Borders of silver Boolean,
Indian embroidery,

highlights this blue gown.

While the water fall of
satin cascades down the back,

to a pool of watered
silk taffeta.

Nocturne in blue and gold.

This gold piece of tunic, is
clouded by wings of blue-green

ombre chiffon, embellished
by a boarder

of gold stencil lace.

What is going on?

Star bust.

Leaving already Ms. Hermane?

The show holds no interest
for me, why should it?

I'm familiar with
the gowns already.

Adorned by the grace
of tune and pallets.

I don't understand.

Then let me explain, everything
that you have seen today,

every fold, every
neckline, every single idea

has been borrowed from
my collection.

The fabrics, the colours,
the shapes.

That's a terrible accusation.

It's a terrible thing to do.

You may come to my office

and see the designs for
yourselves if you like.

When?

Oh, tomorrow, in the morning.

Stay and see the rest
of the sharrad first.

Good day.

Well, there we are.

Mother and her friends
clapped tremendously hard.

Everybody's loved the
show, honestly.

Well, I suppose we'd
better go out there

and say our thank
yous to people.

All right.

My we come in.

This is Mr. Stephenson
from The Daily Sketch.

Could you please wait
till we've finished?

Yes, of course.

I just wanted your reaction

to Yolande Hermane's
accusations.

What accusations?

Oh, she says The House of Eliott

has plagiarised her own
collection, lock, stock and
barrel.

What?

And good day to you too.

Did you speak to Yolande?

No, I got some horrid
woman saying

that all communications
between The Houses of Eliott

and Hermane must be held

with their respective
solicitors Evie.

Oh Jack, not more
articles surely.

But first, she seems
to have sold us

toward every newspaper
in London, pictures too.

I don't believe it.

It's our midnight nocturne

and then she's calling
it her dark angel.

The waist is slightly different.

By about two stitches, yes.

Jack, this is a nightmare.

How could it have happened?

I don't know Bea,
I really don't.

It is possible for two
people to come up

with similar ideas
at the same time?

Similar perhaps, but
not identical.

There are terrible thoughts
going through my mind.

It's also very disappointing.

Well, you sound as though,
you think there may be

some truth in these
ridiculous allegations?

I'm hardly in a position
to judge, am I?

After all I know very little
of their professional circle

and it's a considerable
time since I was in any way,

close to Beatrice an Evangeline.

Those dreadful articles.

It hurt them a great deal,
more than they hurt you, Lydia.

Yes, I know, I'm sorry.

I truly wish for their sakes,

that none of this had
happened, but all the same.

I've made up my mind about
Arthur's invitation by the way.

Oh yes?

I should go over for the wedding

and stay for three months.

If I like it, I should
consider staying on.

If not, I should have
lost nothing, shall I?

Edging your bets
as usual, Lydia?

Do you expect any less of me?

No, not really.

Did I tell you that Mason
and Gerald call today?

They would like the settlement
of their account immediately.

They obviously don't think
we're going to be in business

for very much longer.

Doesn't it make you sick?

Who would betray us to Hermane?

Well, I put your friend
Victor Stride

at the top of my list.

He has used us unmercifully.

Well, he's used you,
I should say.

Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?

I didn't say that.

Besides it couldn't be Victor,

I said nothing, nothing
about our designs.

And I'm not saying he didn't
ask, but I didn't say a thing.

Those sketches in the
newspapers were spot on.

It had to be someone who had
actually seen the collection.

Who'd hate us that much?

Lydia, Hermane has some
very influential friends.

Your friend Penelope
has never made a secret

about her contempt for our work.

Perhaps she's making some
fatuous political points.

Why does it always come
back to me and my friends?

What about your precious Jack?

He's desperate to raise
money for his film,

he could have shown Hermane
a side of his photograph.

Oh, don't be absurd Evie.

If anyone needs money,
it would be someone

like Tilly, or Agnes or Madge
who was about to get married.

To her boyfriend who
works as a bookkeeper

-for Yolande Hermane.
-For Yolande Hermane.

I don't know how you can
even think such a thing.

We're not suggesting you
did it deliberately Madge.

I should hope not.

After all the time
I've been with you.

After all the work I've
put in with you.

How dare you suggest I go
behind your backs like that?

You went behind our
backs to Andrea Rattigan.

That was different
and you know it.

I didn't lie, I didn't
steal, I didn't cheat.

The only time I did anything
that least be cheating

was for you, if you remember,
finding out that date

and I said then I didn't
like doing it.

All the time to find out is
if you might've said something

that Jerry could have passed on.

Did he ever come up to the work
room when he picked you up?

No.

Well, someone said Something
weather they meant it or not.

Oh well, it wasn't me.

All right, all right.

Let's just leave it
there, shall we?

This isn't getting us anywhere.

What am I supposed to do now?

Just to finish off the
Hopper's bridesmaid's dresses,

before they thing better
then cancel their commission.

Hello? How are you?

Are you feeling any better?

Please, sorry I can't.

Well, let me take
you out to dinner

and we'll talk about it.

Jack, did you let anyone
see the dresses

when they were here?

Any of the models, Celia
or Jessica, anyone?

No, of course not, only
the ones they were wearing.

Besides they wouldn't
have said anything,

even if they had seen the
collection, they're not like
that.

Bea-

Oh, what about you?

Did you show the photographs
to anyone?

Or even leave them lying around,

there are people in and out
of this studio all the time.

Bea, stop this, you're
becoming obsessed.

I have a right to be.

This is months and months
of work down the drain.

It's everything Evie and I
have worked so hard for Jack.

We all work hard for it.

Me, Marge, Tilly,
the other girls.

There's not one of us
who would have want

bath of a burning coals
for you and Evie.

And you stand there
accusing me of treachery.

I'll just go now, if
that's all right with you.

Madge, please.

You've got my address,
you can send me money on.

Give you time to check it.

I don't want to do you
out of anything.

Madge, please, don't
go like this.

Don't go where?

Madge has resigned,
she wants to leave now.

What?

I think it's best.

Not like this, it isn't Madge.

I had no right to speak
to you the way I did.

We made some terrible
accusations and we're very
sorry.

Madge, you've been a good
and faithful employee.

I don't know where I would
have been without you.

Obviously, if you want
to go, we can't stop you,

but Madge don't go like this.

I've been thinking of going
for quite a while now,

you know that.

Jerry, at Hermane, he's got
a front room she doesn't use,

I was gonna set up to be a
dressmaker like you did.

Well, then stay with
us till Christmas.

See us through the
Christmas rush.

Get your bonus, then
start a fresh with Jerry

in the new year, and
no hard feelings.

I've made up my mind, I'm sorry.

It's best if I call now.

Madge, are you quite sure?

There's no use prolonging
the agony.

I've told the others,
I can't go back now.

Ms. Evie.

Madge.

Bye.

We shan't be needing
that anymore.

Evie, please don't do that.

There's been enough destruction
around here for one day.

What are you looking at?

Nothing, I'm thinking.

What?

There's something at
the back of my mind.

It'll come to me in a minute.

So, this is the finished script?

Yep.

Splendid, splendid.

Come along inside.

Sit down Jack, sit down.

Thank you.

How is Beatrice, still reeling?

I don't know.

Really, I was under
the impression

that you two were.

Were what?

Close.

Yes, I was under that
impression myself for a while

but I was obviously mistaken.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Is it something you
want to talk about?

No, not really, because
you're involved

I shall tell you that
I'm resigning

as director of The
House of Eliott.

Oh, that is bad news.

You've been of great value
and assistance to the girls.

They have great faith in you.

No, I don't think they do.

At least Beatrice,
doesn't seem to anymore.

Are you sure about that?

What do you mean?

Maybe you'll find that
Beatrice has more faith

than you know.

I'm not normally a man to
betray the confidence of others-

Neither I'm I.

Yeah, but in this case, it
does seem to be justified.

Jack, there is no such
person as Benedict Edson.

However, there is a very real
person called Beatrice Eliott.

What?

Beatrice put up the
money for your company.

She didn't think you
would accept it directly

since you came to me instead.

You mean Beatrice holds
the deeds to my studio?

Evie.

Couture, Suwanee, Gazette du
Bon Tonne, Vogue, Harper's.

Read them Bea, read, mark,
learn, inwardly digest,

and then be sick.

Evie, please explain yourself.

I don't want to say
anything until I'm certain.

Where are you going?

To bed a beast in its den.

Oh my God.

How many of the plates
were actually missing?

Good dozen or so, I
haven't been through them

that thoroughly yet.

Thank you for telling me Jack.

I'm sorry, I missed trusted you.

As it turns out you had
fairly good reason too,

didn't you?

No, I was angry and upset.

I should have realised that
in your studio, with any-

My studio.

I beg your pardon?

Beatrice, let's stop
playing games.

You hold the deed,
it's your studio.

How long have you known?

Since this morning
Desmon told me,

he thought he was
doing me a favour.

Well, yes, I thought I
was doing you a favour.

I thought you were really
serious about your film,

as serious about your
venture as I am about mine.

I'm the serious Beatrice,
and yes...

All right, I'm grateful
for the money.

Well, why are you angry with me?

I'm not angry, I'm...

Damn it, I'm hurt, because
you don't seem to trust me

at all.

Oh Jack, that's absurd.

Is it?

Why didn't you come to
me in the first place?

Just what do you think of me?

Hello, wealthy?

Are you all right?

Yeah. No.

Look Penn, is this
important, only I-

No, it's all right, I can
come back another time.

I just wanted to invite
you out to dinner,

have a chat about things,
that's all.

No, I'm sorry dinner
is out of the question

I'm afraid.

All right, doesn't matter.

I'll send you postcard,
when I get there.

Get where?

I'm not telling you now.

Penn.

All alright, Tanganyika.

I've taken that Roberts offer
for teaching post there.

Nothing fancy, just three hours

and how not to die of
drinking bad water.

Penn, this is what you
really want to do?

It's children, Jack.

No charity ball, the
hypocrisy, just children.

And mosquitoes.

I'll take a net.

Would it make any difference,

if I said I didn't
want you to go?

Nope.

Then I won't say it.

When do you sail?

End of next week.

Going down to spend a few
days of mummy and daddy first,

say goodbye, have a
sob that sort of thing.

So I came around here.

Thought you might
like to come up

for jolly dinner with me first.

Is it tonight, or never again?

No, I have made enough
dramatic gestures for one day.

I'm not going to start
issuing ultimatums now.

Good.

Let's make it tomorrow,
shall we?

Haven't the faintest idea what
you're talking about Evie.

I think you know perfectly
well what I'm talking about.

We didn't copy Hermane's
collection, she copied ours,

that is a fact.

Now what I want to know
otherwise and the wherefores.

You're the line between
us, Victor.

Uh, don't be ridiculous,
I didn't know the woman.

Oh, I thought you
discovered her?

Gazette du Bon Tonne 1909,
what was it you called her,

when she was with PRI?

The brightest new star
in the firmament?

That doesn't mean that I have-

1912 American Vogue,
gets an exclusive feature

written by Victor Stride.

Who went with her to Paris
to cover her first collection

after the war.

Victor Stride.

My relationship with
Yolande Hermane

is entirely professional.

So you do have a relationship?

Yes, all right, I've
known her a long time-

And it's not just professional,

it's more than that,
isn't it Victor?

I don't know what you mean.

Allow me some credit Victor.

You and Yolande know
each other very well.

Is that why you sacrifice
us to her?

You don't understand?

Why? Why did you do it?

Because I love her.

Because of
that, you were prepared-

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Your ideas were so fresh.

So exciting, just like,
Yolande's used to be

and will be again.

Her collection wasn't going
very well and she was too stale.

She was tired.

When I told her the ideas
that you'd come up with

she wanted to know more, she...

She wanted to see things.

How could she do that?

Jack Maddox's photograph.

She paid someone to break in
and borrow a few negatives.

So she was going to reproduce
our gowns in her collection?

There is no collection,
never was.

Nearest hint of plagiarism
and she could cancel

her show without losing face.

That is despicable.

Yes.

Yes.

But you'll come back
in 20 years,

when you are inspiration
has deserted you,

and tell me what
despicable means.

So, what are you going to do?

Nothing.

You're going to do it for me.

Mrs. Hermane has made it
clear to your correspondent,

that she regrets her
accusations of plagiarism

against The House of Eliott
and any embarrassment caused.

She wishes them every success
with their first collection.

In the interest of Goodwill,

Ms. Herman has cancelled
her spring collection

and will not show again
until the new season.

Well done Evie, you did it.

Aren't you pleased?

I was
just thinking.

What?

Poor Yolande.

That arch bishop had
the right idea.

The one who wrote his confession

and then frost his right hand
into the flames to burn first.

Your whole body wouldn't
be enough.

I had no choice.

What?

I had no choice.

You have a choice,
you chose her.

Yolande, she knew.

It was the only way to
save your reputation.

She would have ruined you.

Ruined me? A choice of
a girl like that never.

You've ruined me with that.

Yolande, look, you're
tired, you need a rest.

Why don't we go away
for a week or two,

till all the fuss has died down.

Spent Christmas in Saint Moritz.

You're weak and you're
spineless, I despise you.

Go to Saint Moritz
for Christmas,

stay there for all I care.

I don't need you.

What's more, I don't
even want you anymore.

Just get out, get out,
get out of my life,

get out, get out,
get out.

Cheers.

Oh, it's like having
a terrible weight

lifted from your shoulders.

Well, I hope it hasn't left
too sour taste in your mouth?

Nothing that
this won't get rid off.

And have you had any
reaction yet Beatrice,

from the world in general?

I should say so.

Our appointment book is
solid to the new year.

We've had interests from
more than one magazine

to publish Jack's photographs.

Our lines of credit
have been renewed.

It's absolutely marvellous.

Mh-hm and about you two?

Have you resolved your
little misunderstanding

or is it best not to ask?

I think we've sorted everything
on it, aint it Benedict?

Yes, but we shan't have,
if you call me that again.

You know that your aunt is
leaving for America on Monday.

Mh-hm, we heard about
nothing else from her.

It's the Americans
I feel sorry for.

What?

Aunt Lydia is packing
her beads and mirrors.

I think she's trying to
buy back Staten Island.

The labels go on the top.

Labels up there.

That's why they are there.

Oh, do be careful they
are nearly in new.

Sorry my lady.

I'll take these in the
carriage with me.

This way.

This way my lady.

I'll wait here for a
moment, thank you.

Thank you.

Aunt Lydia.

Sorry, we are late,
we've been though

a terrible traffic
jams in Highmock.

Goodness, how delightful
to see you.

I wasn't expecting this at all.

Oh, you didn't really
think we'd let you go

without saying good bye?

Here are chocolates
for your journey.

Oh, thank you.

Hurry up, the train
will go without you.

Goodbye my dear, and
thank you for everything.

I'm so glad that everything
has turned out well.

Thank you.

You deserve it.

Thank you.

Have a marvellous
time Aunt Lydia.

I do hope you like your
new daughter in law.

And take care.

Bye.

Well, there we are.

It's gonna be a funny sort
of Christmas, isn't it?

Aunt Lydia in America,
Penny off in the jungle,

Madge's leaving.

Everything seems to be changing.

Well, it's not necessarily
a bad thing.

No, I know.

Just to requires some
thinking about that's all.

What about you and Jack?

Nothing is changing there too?

Evie, things have done
nothing but to change

between Jack and I.

Are you going to marry him?

I didn't know.

Possibly, we'll see.

How's that for an answer?

Terrible. I don't know Bea,

you're obviously wildly
in love with each other.

Why don't you just
go ahead and do it.

I'd be more impressed
by your concern

if I wasn't sure you just want
to design a wedding dress.

Uh, I've been thinking
about that.

Wild silk, almost unbleached,
under Flemish lace.

Evie, you are unstoppable.

I think we both are.