All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s02e02

Jack, I hope this isn't going to take
too long. I've got an enormous amount of

work to do. This is more important.

Right, here we are.

What do you think?

Don't you dare say home to this house.

Would I?

Jack Maddox, you have hidden debts of
appalling sentimentality.

You don't want me to carry over the
threshold, then? No, I don't.

We'll see.

What is wrong with my flat?

You know, we've been perfectly happy
there since we returned from Paris.

Um,

it's smaller than this. The views aren't
as good.

And the location leaves a lot to be
desired.

It's in a splendid location.

Yes, except that there's this appalling
workshop underneath.

With people coming and going all day,
the phone never stops ringing.

You don't want to live above the shop,
do you? I don't want you to live above

the shop.

Just now and again, I'd like to have my
wife to myself.

On one condition.

What?

New curtains.

New carpet.

New furniture.

New bank manager.

Bonjour, madame.

Oh, Jack is perfectly happy with his new
job at the studio.

You know how passionate he is about
film, doesn't he?

Well, he is a little nervous, of course.

It's only natural.

And you, tell me how you feel about your
new situation.

I'm perfectly happy.

Truly?

Oh, well, I'm a little nervous about
being the sole designer for the house of

Elliot. Never doubt your ability,
Beatrice. You've always been one of the

designers. Yes.

And it may not be forever.

If this year is as successful as last,
you may find yourself in the position to

take on another designer. Yes, that's
true.

You know, Maison Gilles has five.

That man really made an impression on
you, didn't he? Oh, he certainly did.

So many ideas.

Desmond, do you think it would be
foolish of me to start expanding the

now?

No. You don't think I'm being
overambitious?

It depends.

Well, it wouldn't be anything wildly
extravagant. Let me take a look at your

affairs and we'll make a decision.

Oh, but there shouldn't be any problem
there, really. No, of course not. Just

one or two details that need examining.

Nothing for you to worry about.

Oi, what are you doing?

Seating the lining.

Yeah, but you're catching the back of
the tambour work stitch.

Yes, so that it won't show through the
front.

Oh, yeah.

So she makes one sudden move, pulls the
lining, rips the thread, and all the

beads fall to the floor like flipping
out stones.

Oh, yeah.

Oh. Sorry.

Almost worth the ring, just to hear
that.

Well, I must say, this is the first
establishment I've worked in where

sloppiness and mistakes are considered a
joke.

Go on, it's been put right now.

It shouldn't have happened in the first
place.

Your job, where you're properly trained,
is to ensure that mistakes do not

occur. I just did.

I beg your pardon.

Good morning, Miss Williams. Good
morning, Mrs. Rambey.

Will Miss Hammond's outfit be ready for
collection tomorrow?

I should think so.

It rather depends on Tilly.

Just a little finishing to do, Miss B.

As a matter of fact, it'll be ready by
this afternoon.

Can I help you? I don't know. Who are
you? I'm Beatrice Elliot.

I'm afraid Jack Maddox doesn't work
there anymore.

Oh, really? Why not?

Well, he's become a moving picture
director. He doesn't take portraits

Oh, but he will for me. We're old chums.

Never mind.

I'll phone him at home.

Oh, is he still at that ghastly little
flat on Park Street, do you know?

Yes, he is, and so am I.

I beg your pardon?

I'm his wife.

Oh.

But I thought you said your name was
Elliot.

It is.

My word, I'm terribly modern.

Well, in that case, I'd better leave my
card with you, hadn't I?

Clara Rhodes.

But since I'm not quite as modern as
you, you'll probably remember me as

Mawson. Time to get in touch, would you?

Yes, I will.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

So nice to have met you, Mrs Maddox.

Welcome home, darling.

I have a falling depth of
sentimentality.

Sorry, but... Oh, Jack, no!

Where are you going?

You're supposed to carry me in. I know,
I know, I know.

Savoring the moment.

I know I've made a special celebratory
meal.

And before we sit down to eat it, well,
there's something I have to tell you.

What?

I can't cook.

I'm so sorry, Desmond. I thought you'd
gone home.

Ralph. No, I'm still here.

Well, I'll say goodnight then.

No, honestly, I like cutlets like that.
Jack, can we please change the subject?

You haven't told me a thing about how
you got on at the studio today.

Your meal left me speechless.

You'll love it.

It's a tale of passion, betrayal,
skullduggery, innocence lost against the

background of the mystic Orient.

And it features a small Bartrian camel
on loan from Regent's Park Zoo.

It'll be all right. It'll be all right
in the end, please, God.

God knows it's better than taking
portrait photographs.

Oh, gosh, I forgot.

What? I have a message for you.

Sorry.

Who the devil's Clara Rose?

He said you'd probably remember her as
Clara Morton.

What?

What did she want?

Her portrait taken, I believe.

Well, she can whistle for that.

Well, she seemed terribly certain that
you would do it, for old times' sake.

she now?

What old times, Jack?

She's an old flame of mine, more years
ago than I care to remember, and I am

going to take her photograph.

Well, you'd better telephone her in the
morning and tell her.

I don't suppose you'd do that for me,
would you?

No.

Just because I'm your wife does not mean
I'm still your receptionist.

I'm not your cook, either.

Darling, don't be so serious about it.

Just thought it might be nice to have an
up -to -date portrait, that's all.

And I'm certainly not going to argue
with you about it over the telephone.

Bring that nice wife of yours over to
dinner and we can argue about it then,

hmm? How about Saturday?

Yes, of course you must ask Beatrice and
then call me back.

Goodbye.

Oh,

did you get in touch with your son
Clara, by the way? I did indeed.

Refused to take no over the telephone,
invited her to dinner so she could bully

me face to face.

Dinner?

Really?

I said I'd have to ask you.

I was looking for an excuse to put her
off.

Why put her off?

Might be a rather entertaining evening.

Then again, it might not.

Jack, I am not in the least bit jealous,
if that's what you think.

No, I'm not.

Well, then.

What's she really like? Ah, so you are
curious.

Perfectly natural.

You'll just have to wait to meet her
face to face. Make up your own mind.

Wouldn't you be better off drawing at
that desk?

I don't think so.

She's not coming back, you know, Bea.

I'm perfectly happy where I am, thank
you.

It'll go through, you mark my word.

They won't stop until the Housing Act
becomes law.

And then where will we be?

So when may we expect to see this film
of yours in the cinema, Mr. Maddox?

In the autumn, I hope.

Two and a half million rabbit hutches by
1939.

And who's going to pay for them? That's
what I want to know.

That Ramsey MacDonald has got a lot to
answer for Labour government indeed.

Well, I thought, actually, that it was
Neville Chamberlain who introduced the

Howling Project, didn't he?

Well, yes, of course. But if he...
McDonald there.

Don't be tedious.

Now, Beatrice.

Tell me something. Is Jack tied up at
this film studio of his 24 hours a day?

No. So there's no real reason why he
shouldn't take my portrait, is there?

All right. I give in.

Anything for a quiet life.

Oh, aren't men boring when they give in
so easily?

Donald's been taking the least line of
resistance for years.

Drives me to distraction.

I must say, Beatrice, I've been
promising myself a visit to your place

simply ages.

Who's your vendeur?

Well, we don't have one in here. Now,
ladies, if we're going to gossip, may I

suggest we remove to the sitting room
where we can gossip properly?

Nancy's quite right, Beatrice. A good
vendeur is worth a weight in gold.

Yes, but I suspect finding a good wonder
is easier said than done.

I suppose the trouble is that anybody
who's worth having it all has already

a certain loyalty to their own fashion
house.

Yes, exactly.

Now, Beatrice, what I'm asking myself
is, what have you done to Jack Maddox?

Absolutely nothing.

He's always been like that.

Johnny Well wasn't like that when I knew
him. Mad as a hatter.

He's become positively respectable.

What did you threaten him with?

Not marrying him.

You tried that, didn't you?

Trouble is the swine took me up on it.

Jack broke off their engagement.

Please don't be alarmed, Beatrice.

We were mere babes in arms at the time.

Nancy, do try one of these.

They're delicious.

I felt such a fool, that's all, Jack.

I don't know why.

It was years ago.

Yes, but I didn't know about it.

Is there anyone else I should know
about?

All right.

Amelia Holstock.

We were engaged for a weekend before she
threw me over.

For the gardeners' boys, I remember. It
was a shattering experience.

I was only six at the time.

And then when I was eight, I had scarlet
fever. Mother bought a special nurse in

for me. I did ask her to marry me.

And then... Yes, all right, Jack. Point
taken.

Clara and I were engaged for a month.

before I came to my senses and realised
that hell would come soon enough when I

died. There was no need to marry into
it.

I couldn't guarantee the sort of
lifestyle she wanted, and she made it

clear that photography wasn't her idea
of a suitable profession for me.

Mind you, I nearly had to emigrate.

Really? Her father came looking for me
with a horsewhip.

What? He was livid.

Well, I understand why he'd come that
close to getting her off his hands.

You're so unkind!

Me?

Donald was probably a human being before
she got her hands on him.

Jack, I disagree.

Apart from that one awkward moment, I
found a very entertaining company.

And it was a very good dinner.

You're just easily pleased, that's all.

Oh, I know that.

Has anyone seen Miss Elliot this
morning?

Oh, I saw Mr Maddox go into his old
studio a while ago. She might be in

with him.

Thank you.

Is that how Miss Elliot usually asks for
it to be done?

Yes, it is.

Sorry to take so long. Things have got
rather chaotic.

Clara Bow, perhaps. Clara Rose, I think
not.

Oh, God, you're almost as stuffy as
Donald.

I was only trying to raise a smile.

Clara, just think how you'd like to
present yourself, and then, oh, present

yourself.

Thank you.

Have you really changed that much, Jack?

Probably.

Donald's changed in the last few years.

Uh -huh.

I mean, I know he has to keep abreast of
politics in his line of work, but he

will. Wait still now, please.

Thank you.

Um, try and relax a little for the next
one.

Lara!

There, that's better.

You're going to be worried for a minute.

I thought you'd forgotten how to have
fun altogether.

There's a time and place for everything.

Oh, isn't there, though?

I still find you most attractive, Jack.

You don't mind, do you?

Yes, I do.

I'm married to a woman I love very much
indeed.

Now, if you've come to have your
portrait taken, I suggest you sit down

we'll carry on.

Otherwise, you'd better go.

You pompous patronising... How dare you
speak to me like that? I can remember

when... I'm sorry.

Let's forget about it, shall we? It's
just that I don't... It doesn't matter.

Whatever my problems are.

They're no excuse for that sort of
behavior, are they?

You've taken all the portraits I need.

Go and get changed.

Yes, you have, madam.

Miss Elliot, ma 'am.

I'm so glad you could come. Lovely to
see you again, Clara.

Please, sit down.

Thank you. You may bring tea now.

Well, I'm fascinated. Your message plan
is so cryptic. I know. I should have

written it on rice paper so you could
have eaten it and destroyed the

Why? What is it?

Alice Burgoyne.

Who? Oh, Beatrice, I'm disappointed in
you. Alice Burgoyne, leading vendeurs at

Assas.

Well, I have it on good authority from
my vendeurs at Assas, in fact, that

Burgoyne would not be averse to a change
in situation, should the right

situation present itself, of course.
Really?

My authority also tells me that Mrs
Burgoyne has a very impressive list of

clients.

They do say she takes tea at the Royal
Enclosure.

Do they indeed?

I just thought you might be interested.

Alice Burgoyne.

Of course I know of you, Miss Elliot.

This evening.

One moment.

I could possibly be free by six o
'clock.

I look forward to it.

Goodbye.

Whilst it's very pleasant to be invited
out to tea, Miss Elliot, I admit I'm

most curious as to the reason.

I assume Mrs. Rhodes did not refer you
to me as a potential client?

Hardly. Then, Mrs. Burgoyne, if the
House of Elliot is to continue to grow,

recognize the services of a vendeur are
essential.

I would like to offer you that position.

At the moment, I can only take on one
vendeur, but at a later date, the

would become that of premier vendeur.

Without wishing to appear rude, Miss
Elliot.

Why me?

You have an excellent reputation, Mrs.
Burgoyne.

And I'm very happy in my present
position.

Then you're most fortunate.

However, forgive me if I appear a little
abrupt, Miss Elliot. This is the last

thing I expected.

It may be that I would consider a move.

Do you need an answer immediately?

No.

I would rather you considered the
properties very carefully indeed.

Thanks.

I haven't sat down and done a detailed
costing, but I would estimate about £500

would be enough, don't you?

I would think so.

And if we can release that from the
investments, then we could make a really

good start on the improvements.

Yes.

Oh, Desmond, there's a buck in your
voice.

Beatrice... Can you give me a week or
two until I've seen to one or two

There are a couple of matters I should
attend to before we can consider it. Oh,

yes, of course. But what? Yes, come in.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

There's a Mrs. Burgoyne to see you, Miss
Elliot. Oh.

I have to be leaving anyway. I shall
telephone you very soon. I would just

to have a word with Joseph, if I may.

Joseph. Excuse me, Miss Elliot.

Goodbye, Desmond.

Florence, please show Mrs. Burgoyne in.
Thank you.

Mrs. Burgoyne.

Mrs. Elliot.

What a nice surprise.

Do sit down. Thank you.

This is your office, I presume?

Yes. So where does Miss Evangeline work?

In Paris.

She's left you?

Well, she's designing for Maison Gilles
at the moment.

I understood she did most of the
designing here.

No.

I take it you've come about the offer I
made you? I'm still considering it. You

understand? Yes, of course.

But I should be most interested to see
round your premises.

Yes, certainly.

Mrs. Rose tells me Lady Cumberland is
one of your clients.

I'm acquainted with her ladyship, yes.

But I'm sure you appreciate it would be
quite wrong of me to discuss details of

my clientele with anyone other than my
employer.

Of course.

Let me show you round.

You said it was all right?

Yes, she probably did.

Now, over -sew the seams properly.

We never over -sew till after the final
fitting.

We do now.

All raw edges will be over -sewn at each
stage of the making -up.

Oh, that's daft. What do we want to go
wasting time like that for?

Miss B's never wanted it done like that,
and no -one knows the difference in the

end. I shall know, and it's my opinion
that counts in this workroom, not yours.

I never started it.

Joseph, would you excuse me for just one
moment, please?

Yes, of course, Miss Elliot. Thank you.

I did think, well, I assumed you had
much larger premises.

Oh, but we're in the process of
acquiring more space.

Here are the plans. They're well
underway.

And they include separate rooms for the
Vande Heuves, do they?

I beg your pardon?

Miss Elliot.

The art of a vendeuse is to cultivate
the acquaintance of a certain quality of

lady, and then to look after her
requirements of the house in the manner

which she is accustomed.

Whoever you appoint as vendeuse will
need her own reception and private

room. It's the very least her clientele
expect.

Does that mean, then, that... I'm sorry.

There really is not the room here for my
ladies.

And as I said, I'm perfectly happy in my
present position.

Well, thank you for being so direct with
me. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs...

Mrs.

Ranby!

When you finish in here today, come and
see me in my office. Thank you.

I don't care who or what it was about.
It does not happen again, do you

understand? I will not have that sort of
behaviour in my work room.

I should think so.

I thought everyone had gone home.

Well, yes, then.

Have you got a job, miss?

Sweeping the floor?

Making the tea?

Designing the odd gown?

Do you really need to ask?

Thank you.

Am I allowed to ask why?

Well,

I suppose when all's said and done, I'm
just too arrogant to work for someone

else.

However good my work is, Maison Gilles
will always be Maison Gilles and not the

House of Elliot.

Jill Karaniak may be the son, but I'm
not terribly keen on being a whizzy

planet. Not professionally and not...
Oh, never.

Evie?

It's all right. He didn't take advantage
of me.

In fact, thinking about it, I'm not
quite sure who seduced who.

B, don't look so stunned.

We had a wonderful few weeks and then it
was over. That's all.

And you've no regrets?

No.

Not professionally and not in any other
way either.

Gilles was incredible to work for.

But, you know, we're not that bad
either.

We have a long way to go before we
achieve that kind of success.

But you'll see.

We'll give Jill Karaniak something to
think about.

Sir Desmond's office, Miss Elliot. Thank
you, Joseph.

Hello, Beatrice Elliot.

Having considered the evidence set
before us, it is the verdict of this

that the deceased, Desmond Albert
Gillespie, by the consumption of noxious

poisons, did take his own life while the
balance of his mind was restored.

I think you realize how little you know
someone.

That's the worst thing, really. I
thought that Desmond... We all did, Eve.

Elliot.

Ralph, the royal.

We haven't met. I was to Desmond's part.
Oh, yes, of course. How do you do? How

do you do?

I realize this is neither the time nor
the place, but if you could call me at

your convenience.

There are matters that need to be
discussed.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

Good day.

Good day.

It's an awful day.

So, how did this affect you?

I beg your pardon?

Desmond's death, I was just wondering
where it leaves the House of Elliot.

It leaves it without one of the best
friends it ever had, Jack. It leaves me

without a godfather.

Jack didn't mean it like that.

No, I'm sorry. It's all right. It's my
fault. I didn't mean to be insensitive.

I do think it's important that you find
out sooner rather than later where you

stand. Your affairs are very tied up
with Gillespie Soroyan. Yes, I know.

Well, I'm going to see Mr. Soroyan
tomorrow.

I don't think there should be any
problems there, though.

Problems could Desmond have had that
forced him to poison himself in his own

office.

Sir Desmond had, well, how can I put
this?

A somewhat individual approach to
investments, Miss Elliot.

So much so that we're at some exertion
just to trace the full extent of his

portfolios. I don't understand.

No, neither, my dear young lady, do we
as yet.

But we shall.

Rest assured, we shall.

You will, I take it, be taking over for
Desmond Prefers personally?

Along with my colleagues, of course.

In matters such as these, a great deal
of consultation has to be made.

I see.

When may I expect to hear from you, Mr.
Soroyan?

I have my own investment plans waiting,
you see.

Please, all in good time. The mills of
probate, Miss Elliot.

Like the mills of God, they grind the
feeding flow.

Once again, we're at the mercy of
someone else.

It's so infuriating not knowing
anything.

And now when we've gone so far ahead
without plans, you know we might not get

our money for months.

Well,

if worse comes to worse, we can always
take over Jack's old studio.

I beg your pardon? B, it would be
perfect.

The other side of the hallway, we could
have all the public bits on one side,

all the working bits on the other.

Not quite perfect, Evie.

It's in such a ghastly state that
refurbishments will cost a fortune.

Besides, I couldn't do that to Jack.

Who's it from?

He's left me for money.

Pete, that's horrible. It makes me feel
like a vulture.

Evie, well, Desmond probably made his
will out years ago.

And you were his goddaughter.

I shouldn't feel badly about it.

I didn't love him.

No. I know it sounds silly. I spent so
much of my life without him.

But he helped us so much.

The answer isn't...

Cut jet beads are terribly elegant.

But I think, on the whole, I prefer the
glass bugles.

Yes. Yes, the glass bugles. Yes, Lady
Scotland, Joan.

Blended.

I'll call in for a final fishing a week
on Friday, then.

Friday, yes, that'll be fine.

Good.

Good day.

Cut jet beading on the Costain Jones
gown.

Really?

What did you say this was?

Turkey cathedral.

Very good.

Thank you.

Oh, studio.

Intimately.

Have you decided what you're going to do
with it yet?

Me? It is your studio.

No, it's not.

I spent the entire loan I raised on it,
so legally it's yours.

I rather assumed you were going to take
it over.

Well, I just feel awkward about it,
that's all.

Isn't that what Evie planned to do with
the money Desmond left her?

Well, we have talked about it, but...
Oh, dear.

It served its purpose as far as I'm
concerned.

As you can see, all the girls are
respectable and of an age to take

straight away.

Thank you very much.

This is Mrs. Ranby, who is an overall
charge of the workroom.

And this is Miss Watkins, our head
centrist, and she will supervise your

-day work.

Both Miss Watkins and Mrs. Ranby will
teach you everything you need to know.

Who knows, if you work hard and get on
well, perhaps one day you'll be showing

the new apprentices what to do.

Welcome to the House of Elliot.

White girl, I think the first thing I
need to do is keep you all round the

world. And then, I don't know your name.

I'll be down.

Miss Elliot?

Yes?

I was just wondering, who's going to be
the new head seamstress?

What new head seamstress?

You mean Tilly's going to manage both
workrooms?

I think Tilly can cope perfectly well.

Don't you?

Yes, Miss Elliot.

Besides, now we have all this wonderful
new space, the first thing we need is a

vendeur.

Mrs. Deforsh, I'm so sorry, Lord.

Oh, how lovely.

That's not mine.

Mrs Costain -Jones?

Yes, but that's not mine. I wanted the
glass bugle beading.

But Mrs Ramsey... Oh, for heaven's sake,
I wanted the dandruff for this weekend.

Tilly, you have ruined Mrs Costain
-Jones' gown. I specifically said the

bugle, not the cut jet. What on earth do
you think you were doing?

Very sorry.

Sorry? Well, I would have thought... Oh,
I suppose it doesn't matter that much.

Give it to me and I'll try it on anyway.

Oh, yeah.

to see you, but I wasn't expecting you.
Oh, neither was anybody else. Oh, sit

down. Thank you. How are you? I'm fine.

Beatrice, the truth is I'm beginning to
find Hussar's a trifle stuffy.

I rather thought I'd like to take a look
at the Elliot Autumn Collection.

Well, why don't I show you myself?

Thank you. This way.

Ah, goodbye, Mrs. Costain. Goodbye, Mrs.

Rhodes. Mrs. Costain Jones.

Oh, Jack told me you'd finished your
extension.

Really? When was that?

Oh, when you came round with my
photographs days ago.

We haven't as yet found the vendeurs.

Didn't you get in touch with Alice
Burgoyne?

Yes, I did, but unfortunately she turned
me down.

Never mind. Now we have the right
facility for a vendeur.

I'm sure it won't be long before we find
someone suitable.

My dear, you must approach Alice again.

Everyone's after her. Why?

Because she's made it quite clear she
wants to leave for SARS.

They really are dreadful people.

Don't know why I go there.

They've no idea what she's worth.

And you see, somebody of her calibre
won't stand for being treated as just

another employee.

But, Clara, she has already turned us
down.

Why should she be interested in us now
if she wasn't before?

She'll be special here, Beatrice.

She'll be appreciated.

Honestly, you're mad if you don't try.

Half London's fighting over a clientele.

Madame, there seem to be a great many
things which appear to be beyond your

control at the moment, including your
clients.

Having been frustrated in two
appointments here, Mrs Pemberton now

Lucille.

Countess Nicolai has gone back to Paris
because you upset her, and now Mrs

Desforges.

Mrs. Burgoyne, your value to Hussars is
determined by the quality of your list

of clients.

I suggest you improve the quality of
your list before your value... It's in

your hands.

Alice Burgoyne.

Miss Elliot.

I'll just consult my diary.

We would very much like you to consider
working for us. I don't know.

I'm sure we can agree favourable to
them. Oh, yes. We can offer you £100 a

plus the usual commission, naturally.

It hardly matches my present salary,
Miss Elliot.

To make such an important move, I really
couldn't accept less than £150.

Oh.

However...

As you promised me the position of
Premier Vendeurs, to show good faith, I

concede a little.

£125. I cannot accept less.

£2 .10 a week.

And a contract for a year's employment.

Is that year going to start on Monday
next?

Very well.

Right.

Thank you, Anne.

Till Monday.

£2 .10 a week. B, are we planning to rob
the Bank of England?

Are we mad?

Think of it as an investment, Evie.

Alice Burgoyne, list of clients. Just
better include all the crowned heads in

Europe for £2 .10 a week.

Yes, come in.

Yes, Florence.

I'm sorry, Miss Elliot, but it just
won't do. What won't do, Florence?

Miss Watkins.

I've tried and tried, but can I get any
sense into it? No, I can't. Why, what's

the matter now?

Maybe it's me that should have more
patience.

But I am used to professionals, Miss
Elliot. Now, I'm not saying Miss Watkins

does it on purpose. She doesn't know any
better. And it's me that has to sort it

all out. What is Tilly doing? What do
you have to sort out, Florence?

Well, the business with the Costain
Jones gown, for a start. What business?

She put the wrong beads on it. What?

Now, that's very serious. I think Tilly
should be here to explain herself.

Tilly?

Tilly, Florence tells us that you put
the wrong beads on a gown for Mrs

-Jones. Is that right?

Well, yes, I... I'm sorry.

This is very serious. What has happened
here?

You see, Miss Watkins doesn't... I
thought Mrs Ramby said cut check beads.

That's because you weren't listening.
Look, where is the dress now?

Oh, the customer took it anyway. She
quite liked the beading that was done,

that's not the point. No, the point is,
Florence and Tilly, I really have had

enough of these differences between you
two.

What is going on with them?

Lord knows.

Could I have two spices, please?

No, how's it been?

It's not the same any more. Not since
you left.

Who have they got her, the new head
cutter?

Miss Harriet Timmons.

She's awful, Florence. She heaves into
the workroom with her bottom out to

Won't allow no talking or nothing.

Of course, old Miss Webb thinks she's
God's gift.

And how is the spider?

Bad as ever.

She's really got it in for me since you
left.

Don't know why, but I ain't going to put
up with it much longer.

Really? Oh, yes.

Soon as I see another job with the same
sort of money, I'm off.

What about a better job, Elsie?

Like head of a seamstress?

Show me what daughter knock on.

How's the value?

What? Don't they have one already?

Not a proper one.

Just a jumped -up little stitcher called
Tilly.

Can't see her glasses.

I've got in some, innit?

I work at the Melbourne Hotel.

Big tans of crumbs.

Pigeons think I'm Father Christmas.

I'll bet.

Do you work round here?

How's the belly up?

I made them straight.

All I could get is button.

I don't think they go for them much, do
you?

Eh?

Pigeons.

True. Not well known for eating button.

Pigeons.

Norman. Norman Fox.

It's Lee Watkins.

Me.

Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

I haven't seen you before in the garden.

I suppose I don't come here much, do I?

What's so different about today, then?

Today the air smells better out here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I've got to get back sometime, though.

You'll be getting a breath of fresh air
tomorrow, then?

I might do.

Bye.

I understood that when you joined us,
Alice, that you would bring with you a

list of valuable clients.

There are very few people in here that
I've ever heard of.

In fact, there are very few people in
here at all.

I'm sorry, Miss Elliot.

A number of my clients proved more loyal
to his hours than they did to me.

I am, after all, merely the agent, not
the supplier.

But I am sure in time I can woo back the
sort of clients you expect.

I shall look forward to that.

I'd like to go.

I understand how you must feel, Mrs.
Burgoyne, but I wouldn't worry about it.

I'm used to Miss Beatrice's manner by
now, especially when she's upset.

Her husband... Well, it's not my
business, so I mustn't gossip, must I?

Do you know Clara Rhodes?

She was a customer at his house.

Oh, he wouldn't go out.

Oh, hello.

Oh, hello.

Good night, Tilly.

Good night.

Don't you finish for the day, then?

Yeah, thank goodness.

Just parking, was I?

On my way back for the evening shift.

Oh.

You've not got your pitchers with you,
then?

No.

They're in the pantry waiting for the
chef to pluck.

We'd be delighted to make you, Mr Devon.
Thank you.

Yes, she is.

Mrs. Dayford, this is my sister,
Beatrice Elliot. How do you do?

Very pleased to meet you.

I was just about to take Miss Dayford
through to meet her one day. Yes, I've

heard you've taken someone on. Anyone I
know.

Alice Burgoyne.

Well, I'm terribly sorry I wasted your
time, Miss Elliot.

But I couldn't tolerate that woman.

Sadly, I think you'll find that I'm not
the only one.

Good day.

If I'd wanted to give the woman a
reference, I would have written one,

Miss Jones.

Of course, she may be in Carly's
suitable for a position other than

No, not exactly.

Let's say she developed a rather
unfortunate manner.

For which we are paying £2 .10 a week.

Come on, let's go home and relax.

What's that look for? What have I done?

All right, do you want to hear some
news?

The bad news is Hazard wouldn't have
given Alice a reference even if she'd

for one.

Georgina Heron said she regularly missed
appointments.

The really bad news is that she's under
contract to us for a year for £2 .10 a

week. Good God.

Where in the... Where did you get this
woman from?

Well, she came very highly recommended
by your old chum, Clara Rhodes, Jack.

who also gave me the distinct impression
she would be giving her patronage to

the House of Elliot.

Jack, what an unexpected pleasure.

Isn't it silly? We don't see each other
for ten years and then... It's all

right, Clara.

What's going on?

Where, dear?

Parliament? Beer it?

The Parliament? You know perfectly well
what I'm talking about. That Burgoyne

woman you foisted on my wife.

Oh, Jack, I never foisted.

I merely find people who deserve each
other, put them together and leave them

get on with it.

Clara, what has Beatrice ever done for
you?

Absolutely nothing.

I don't give a fig about her.

But it is rather fun watching you
squirm, though.

You mean to say this is your idea of
revenge?

Hmm, why not?

I don't like being turned down, Jack.

Not by you.

Not by anybody.

Are you really that self -centered? Or
are you just bored with your marriage?

I'm not unique.

Why?

Why me?

Simple malice, dear heart.

One of the few pleasures I have left in
life.

Poor old you.

Do you know, I can't even imagine being
that desperate.

Bye. Bye.

Hello.

How are you both? Are you feeling any
better?

A few well -chosen words with Alice.

Whether or not it does any good remains
to be seen.

I found out something about that.

I'm terribly sorry, but it seems to be
my fault.

Oh, really?

I went to see Clara this morning.

She has become even more spiteful than
I'd remembered her.

Apparently this whole escapade is some
pathetic attempt at revenge for my

rejection of her.

What? Which one?

Sorry?

I know you'd broken off your engagement.
Have you also broken off your present

entanglement? What?

Jack, you and Clara are the gossip of
the workroom. Everyone's talking about

you. Don't be absurd. There's nothing to
talk about.

Pete, you don't seriously believe that.
Well, I don't know.

Anyway, were you to thank for all of
this?

You would have preferred it if I'd
encouraged her.

No.

No, of course not. All I am saying is...
Is that you believe the fantasies of

some stupid neurotic woman? Look, who
was it who urged me to see her in the

first place? Who thought the house of
Elliot might have something to gain from

her? Jack, how dare you suggest that I
am that mercenary? No, I have... I've

a long and frustrating day and I'd quite
like to go to bed now.

You two are welcome to sit here and
fight if you want to, but quite frankly,

much rather you didn't.

Evie's right.

Come on, let's talk about this at home.

I need to talk to Evie.

Fine.

Evie, can I stay with you tonight?

Do you mind?

Yes, you can, but yes, I do mind.

Alice and Clara B., they are not worth
fighting with Jack over.

He's your husband. He loves you.

He doesn't deserve that kind of
treatment.

Well, does he?