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# Well, I can wash out
44 pairs of socks

# And have 'em hanging on the line

# I can starch and iron
two dozen shirts

# Before you can count
from one to nine

# I can scoop up a great big dip
full of lard from the drippings can

Paper, paper, get your paper!

# And be back
'fore it melts in the pan

# Cos I'm a woman

# Woman

# W-O-M-A-N

# I'll say it again now

# Say it again

# I can rub and scrub
this whole house

# Until it's shining like a dime

# Feed my baby, grease the car

# Powder my face at the same time

# Get all dressed up

# Go out swing till 4am and then

# Lay down at five
Jump up at six

# And start all over again

# Cos I'm a woman

# Woman

# W-O-M-A-N

# I'll say it again now

# Say it again

# You come to me sickly

# And I know
I'm going to make you well

# If you come to me hexed up

# And you know I'm going to break
the spell

# You'll know,
if you come to me hungry

# I'm going to fill you full
of grits

# If it's lovin' you're likin'

# I'll kiss you
and give you the shiverin' fits

# Cos I'm a woman

# Woman

# W-O-M-A-N

# I'll say it again now

# Say it again

# Cos I'm a woman

# Woman

# W-O-M-A-N

# I'll say it again

# Say it again

# Cos I'm a woman

# W-O-M-A-N

# I'll say it again
I'll say it again

# Na-na-na

# Woman...#

Very easy. Ryder would love it.

LAUGHTER

I am really going to miss you.

It's not "au revoir",
it's "a bientot".

I just can't believe
you're actually going, Magda.

How will we cope without you?

You'll create the best dressed women
in Sydney, as always.

SHE CHUCKLES

Don't let Mr Ryder see you
in that lippy.

Why? Do you think
he'll leave his wife for me?

Woo!Oh, gosh.

Here. Try this.

Ta.

Muchly.Keep it.

So what do we know
about the new woman?

Mrs Ambrose is a senior at Harrods,

and she'll be
a very welcome addition

to the Goodes family.

Ambrose?

At least it's not
another Mrs Unpronounceable.

I don't know why I bother.

All the men in this place are either
woolly woofters or married...

Or both.

We're not here to find husbands.

It's easy for you to say,
you've landed your continental.

Wish I could bear the stink
of garlic.

Elsie, it's perfect.

Thank you, Mrs Janosi, I try.

I believe Mrs Ambrose has arrived.

Let's not miss this!

Hmm.

ELEVATOR BELL RINGS

Now, may I present you your new
domain, Mrs Ambrose?

Model Gowns.
Hmm.

And this is Magda.

She is placed Goodes at the very
pinnacle of Australian fashion.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We can't have such vulgarity
at the entrance to Model Gowns.

"Such vulgarity!"

I've asked Elias
to prepare this vase

on the latest issue
of Lilian magazine.

This is in Lilian magazine?

Here.

Oh.

Lilian Australia. How curious.

Yes, and the editor
has just returned from London.

Move it over there.

CLEARS THROAT

Well, let me leave you in Magda's
capable hands, Mrs Ambrose.

Thank you, Mr Ryder.

CLEARS THROAT

Our model gowns are exclusive
to Goodes.

Each frock is the only
one in Australia.

The lighting is rather intense.

Is harsh lighting
an Australian thing?

We have no secrets here
in Model Gowns.

Oh. Australian flowers are so...

..unruly, don't you think?

Miss Poulton!

Ah, Magda, I hear
you are leaving Goodes.

Let me introduce you
to my replacement, Virginia.

Mrs Ambrose, Magda.

Just arrived from Harrods.

Oh, you know it?

People are saying you dressed
the Duchess of Argyll.

At Harrods, we never discuss
our clients, Mrs Poulton.

He can't stop you
from joining Honi Soit.

It's the student newspaper.

What could he do?

Lock you in the house?

Dad just worries about me.

Well, me and every flea-ridden
beatnik offering

free love and French cinema.

He has to let you grow up
eventually.

Sound good?Yeah.

I read it.

And?

Topical...edgy.

Dare I say...

..sexy?

And you could take a photo
to go with it?

Lisa, Richard White is not
going to print an article

by a first-year girl in Honi.

You said you liked it.

The pill is news.

The boys write the articles
and take the photos here, Lisa.

Girls get to be editorial assistants
and answer the phone.

Put a boy's name on it.

What would be the point of that?

I want to make a name for myself.

You can't publish
under your own name anyway.

Everybody will think you're,
you know...

..having lots of...
Petra!

There's one thing that separates
the polite, pretty,

husband-hunting debs from the
women who think and create

and build lives and careers.

Rich parents?
Sex, Petra.

Sex.

All the interesting women,
the free-thinking, libertarian,

emancipated women have sex.

It's the thing that makes us
different from

our mother's generation.

Our mothers had sex, Lisa,
by definition.

Married sex.

Suburban sex.

Meat and three veg
with the lights off.Stop!

How will I ever be a famous writer
if I can't write about sex?

The review was right -
loaded windbag!

Madeleine, come back.
What review?

Madeleine isn't an assistant.

She's up Clive Buchanan.

They make an exception
for the girls who put out.

No, Lisa...

I'm not going to have sex
with Richard White...

...just so he'll publish my article.

And nor for any other reason.

And nor for any other reason!

SHE LAUGHS

Gentlemen, come on, be bold!

They're killing blacks
in South Africa.

We're treating 'em worse
in Australia.

The Reds are shooting down
Yank spy planes.

And what have we got on offer, huh?

Delays to the union building
and drunkenness

at the college informal.

Oh, I'm going to die of boredom.

I'm going to die of boredom.

You - stripe girl. Yes, you.

Were you typing up my story
on the British nuclear tests?

Uh, no, Richard, that was me.

Thank you.

DOOR SLAMS

Sodding philistine!

I take it you read my review, Clive.

You have completely
missed the point

of the most important playwright
of the 20th century!

I have no problem with Genet,
you're just a shit director.

HE SCOFFS

Does anyone else agree
with this self-regarding cretin

who insisted on free tickets?

I think setting Les Bonnes
in a brothel was a mistake.

The third character is a madam.

"Madame".

I don't think he meant it literally.

STUDENTS LAUGH

Solange and Claire's sexual roleplay
should be a creation

of their shared imagination

and not the result
of professional experience.

Oh, God, you, Bexley virgin,
lecturing me on sexual roleplay?

STUDENT:I like it!

Lisa, it's your mum.

I think you'd better talk to her.

Lisa...

SHE CRIES SOFTLY

I could have worn the dress
you made for the funeral.

You don't like it?

That box was at the back
of the wardrobe.

Mm.

They're betting slips.

IOUs from bookies.

Mum?

Your husband had no life insurance.

But the letters from AMP...

He allowed the policy to lapse
some years ago.

He also sold his stocks and shares,

cashed in an annuity and took out
a second mortgage on the house.

SHE GASPS

I'm sure Fairfax provides
a widow's pension.

Half a salary until retirement age.

It'll cover the house payments.

But we'll have nothing to live on.

Oh, I'd advise you to keep up
those repayments.

A woman alone won't get
another mortgage.

And I'll have to ask you
to return Ed's chequebook.

Why?
For your own protection.

A bank can hardly leave two women
to handle cheques on their own.

I already work Saturdays at Goodes.

What if I went full-time?

You'll meet a better sort
of husband at university

than you will as a shop girl.

You could take in a boarder.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

You're still a very handsome woman,
Miss Miles.

Maybe join a tennis club.

Dad left his finances in a big mess.

Now there's all this paperwork,
and I don't even know

where to start with repayments.

I can get Stefan to help you.

Mr Ryder's only giving me
two weeks' work during debut season.

Well, then you'll come work
for me every Saturday

and on university holidays.

Could I work for you full-time?

Lisa, you must not leave university.

You are destined for a big life
as an intellectual,

as a writer.

Yeah?Yeah.

I'm sorry to hear about your dad.
Thank you.

Now, on school days,
the debutantes come in waves.

The Strathfield girls get out
in time for the 3:15 tram.

The eastern suburb schools,
they're on the 3:30.

And the North Shore girls
come all together

in a big rush after four.

While the boys are down
the St James toilets,

earning two bob from MacKenzie.

Jenny.
Speak of the devil.

Gracious, Elsie!

They're meant to be demure
and virginal,

not whirling dervishes.

It's debutante ball.
The girls want dresses to dance in.

Perhaps where you come from,
but here it's about purity.

The frocks should say "marry me",

not "let's try a tumble
on the ballroom floor."

It's almost nine.
Very well.

Come back after closing...

...and think legs together.

Ladies' Cocktail is not
one of your back rooms.

When Miss Cartwright was
chief buyer,

she would never have spoken
to you that way.

Miss Cartwright's dresses
would not have been...

Sugary confections
on the wedding cake.

Well, are we ready, ladies?

Let's create
the best dressed women in Sydney.

Miss Giles,
you have a customer.

I've got a work do, and I have no
idea what's the right thing to wear.

So do you want
to impress your boss...

...orimpressyour boss?

SHE CHUCKLES

He's a married man.
Good on you!

Let someone else house train him.

Come on, I'll sort you out.

Beautiful.

Someone's boss won't know
what hit him.

Oh!

I love it so much,
I don't want to take it off.

Oh, that neckline is perfect on you.

There's a £10 note missing
from my purse.

What are you looking at me for?

I had it before I went
into the change rooms.

I saw it when I paid for my tea.

Well, maybe you dropped it
in the tea room.

Is there a problem?

Uh, this lady is missing £10.

She thinks she lost it
in the change room.

Miss Miles, would you be so kind
as to take her to the change room

for a thorough look?

Mrs Janosi, please make
a report to Mr Ryder.

I assure you, we'll get this
sorted immediately.

Goodbye.

I'm going to have my work cut out
for me

providing some leadership
to ladieswear.

The head of Model Gowns never
supervises other departments.

That explains the casual approach
to customer service.

You must be counting down the days
until Stefan signs the lease.

14 days and, uh, six hours.

SHE LAUGHS

DOOR SLAMS

Get out, you old bitch!

I found our thief.

GASPS

Fetch Mr Ryder.

I didn't steal it.

How could I?

No pockets.

What do you think I did?

Shove it up my clacker?

Explain why you have
a £ten note in your locker.

It's not mine.
I didn't put it there.

You did!

You planted it there
to get me in trouble.

Does anyone seriously believe
I'd go around scattering

£10 notes willy nilly?

No, Mrs Ambrose, they don't.

Miss Giles, gather your belongings
and come with me.

"Only at Goodes!"

That's cos only Goodes would hire
a posh bitch

with a put-on Pommy accent
to sell model gowns.

No wonder Younger Brothers
are kicking your arses.

I'm teaching you.
Don't take that tone with me, Rudi.

I said more accelerator,
what are you...?

ENGINE STOPS

I just don't understand why I need
to learn how to drive.

Because I don't want you trapped at
home, alone with the babies.

Babies?Yeah.

A bored woman is trouble.

Well, how can I be bored when
I've got all your work calls

to answer as soon as I get
in the door from Goodes.

Darlene, Raylene, Shaylene, Jean...

ENGINE REVS

I did it exactly as you told me.

Clearly you did not.
This is the gear shift.

OK. Clutch in.
Mm-hm, yeah.

Now move into first. Yeah, yeah.

Release the clutch after shifting.

I never know what you actually mean.

I'm expected to just understand you,

but you're using words
that make me feel stupid.

You are not stupid,
you just don't believe in yourself.

Good. Good.

More accelerator.

Ah, good, good!

Might be easier to believe in myself
if I wasn't taking calls

from Darlene all day.

I do have a job, you know.

More accelerator.

"Hi. Is Rudi there? Yeah,
I need to leave a message for Rudi."

Fay, Fay, these women work
for my clients.

If they don't call me,
my business goes bust,

we can't afford a car.

I said...
I don't want a bloody car!

Where's my...?

Fay.

Fay!

ENGINE STARTS

Fay, darling.

Get back in the car.

Fay, Fay.

I'm sorry.
I won't say another word.

Please get back in the car, Fay.

Hey, hey! Here.
No, no, no.

You leave the lady alone.
No, this is a private matter.

It's OK, it's OK.
Yeah, that'd be right.

A bloody reffo.

My husband and I were just having
a slight misunderstanding.

I'm fine, really I am.

How'd a good sort like you
end up married to a wog?

My husband is ten times the man
you will ever be,

you ignorant, slack-jawed git.

Now hop it before I accidentally
run you over!

Shove over.

I'm driving.

Clutch in.

ENGINE REVS

MUSIC PLAYS ON CAR RADIO

How many babies?

It's quite a large car.
SHE LAUGHS

You plan ahead, Mr Janosi.

Yeah, I do, Mrs Janosi.

THEY LAUGH

Come on, then. Come here.

# But I, I

# I'll just keep holding on...#

Window or store room?

Store room.
Store room.

He's got his eye on you.

HE CHUCKLES

ELEVATOR BELL RINGS

Ah, Miss St Claire.

Magda.Hello.
Hello.

Thank you for taking the time.

Oh, I had no choice.

Lilian Australia believes you'll
be the most influential woman

in Sydney fashion
once you open your boutique.

Well, I'm sure that crown belongs
to you...

...and Mrs Virginia Ambrose.

Mrs Ambrose has joined us
from Harrods.

Perhaps you two have met in London.

London is quite a bit bigger
than Sydney,

Mrs Szombathelyi.

One of my ladies said
something quite amusing.

She said she would only read
Lilian Australia

to know what to wear
for a bunyip hunt.

There is quite some interest in
your new venture, Magda.

Ah, yes, Belle Reve.

Competition for Goodes.

Oh, Miss St Claire, Goodes can keep
their well-dressed ladies.

I intend to serve working women
who dress for themselves,

not to be a trophy on someone's arm.

And the designers you'll carry?

I plan to nurture new talent.

Home-grown designers who create for
the modern Australian woman.

Yes, Goodes is not the place for
a bold and modern vision.

I'm sure we'll survive the critiques
of Lilian Australia.

Your chief buyer chooses designs
from London and Paris

a season out of date.

Younger Brothers are beating
Goodes on price,

and boutiques like Belle Reve will
certainly beat you in quality.

Oh, and there are those rumours
that you will be bought out

by a retail chain.

My ladies are more than satisfied
with Kevin MacKenzie's oeuvre.

Obviously, you and Goodes
are well suited, then.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Cheri St Claire.

From the moment
she returned to Australia,

she has been on a campaign
against Goodes,

and when she finally deigns
to visit the store,

it is to celebrate
Magda's departure.

Now, I have always been proud
to say "only at Goodes",

but recently, I've seen shoplifting,

customer complaints and even a staff
member stealing from a customer.

Now, you've all heard the rumours.

The new Younger Brothers store
on Pitt Street is making inroads,

so if we don't turn this around,

Goodes will be sold
to some down-market chain

and the best-dressed women in Sydney
will go elsewhere.

Ah, yes.
And, um, so to Magda.

You're leaving us.

I'd like to thank you
for your many years of service

and to wish you the very best of
luck with your new venture.

And the rest of you, I expect you
to rally around our new head

of Model Gowns,
Mrs Virginia Ambrose.

Yes?

I'll see you tonight
for a proper celebration.

I'm making hortobagyi palacsinta.

Mm.

MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY

# I've never loved...#

Oh...
HE SNIFFS

THEY CHUCKLE

Oh, my darling,
my beautiful darling.

I made crepes.Mm.

Yeah, I can see.

It's for the hortobagyi.
Ah, obviously.

This?Mm...

It's like Mama used to make.

It's awful, isn't it?

Oh, no. We have half an hour.

Yes.

Do you think that we can fix it?

Mm...

SHE GROANS

I promise you, Fay will not be
the least offended...

They'll think
we're coming for a week.

...at me bringing a few items
from the delicatessen.

THEY LAUGH

HE MOANS

SHE GROANS

Don't be mean.

I'm not.
She tries hard.

Yes, I know. Sweet girl.

Ah! Magda, Stefan.
Hello. Good evening.

Hi. Come in.Hi. I'm just going to
pop on some lippy.

Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Oh!

Come in, come in.

Hi.
Hello, Rudi.

Hi. Mwah.

Hello.

Oh, how beautiful.
I love you set the table up.

GLASSES CLINK

Rudi, my boy...

Tokaji!Mm.

HE CHUCKLES

I found a wine merchant
in Melbourne who ships.

Mm!
Yeah?

Yes.

Magda saved the day.
And now we eat.

THEY LAUGH

Malika will be conducting
Bruckner number seven at Town Hall.

Wonderful.
Do you like Bruckner?

I'm not sure that I really
understand classical music.

Mm.

Fay... Fay likes songs with words.

Me too.

Mm. I bought the gramophone record
so Fay would know the symphony.

Well, I didn't want
to embarrass myself.

How could you embarrass yourself
listening to music?

Mm, says the man who hums.

I don't hum.

Yes, you do.
Do I hum?

No!

RECORD PLAYS
No, no.Huh.

Champagne?Ah!

So extravagant.

Well, tonight we celebrate two
blossoming businesses.

Magda, who has found her boutique...

Yeah?

..and I have tripled my business
for a negligible price.

Oh, well done, Rudi.

Thank you. Thank you.

Darling. I want to make a toast.

OK.

To Magda, Stefan,

and the bridging loan from Stefan

that allowed me to buy
Smith's transport.

To Magda and Stefan.
Yeah.

Prosit.Prosit.
Prosit...

And you'll be happy to know the
bank loan is already arranged,

and the money will be returned
with interest

by the end of the week.

We sign the lease in two days.

Yeah.

And I will be there
with the bank cheque.

Mm-hm.

My love, it's Rudi.

He's family.

Of course he will pay us back.

Don't you trust Rudi?

That is not the point,
and you know it!

The money will be back
before I sign the lease.

The money?

Our money -
yours and mine.

And you lent it
without even asking me!

You hate to talk finance.

The boutique is my dream.

I have worked for this moment
for years.

Trust me, hmm?

Rudi will pay us the money.

SHE SIGHS

What if we lose the shop?

We won't.
I will sign the lease as planned.

You can't.

You can't sign the lease without
getting the money back from Rudi.

DOOR SLAMS

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

Strathfield girls in five minutes.

I'm meeting with Mr Ryder.

Please keep the entrance
to Model Gowns free of debutantes.

And pay close attention
to Miss Light Fingers.

Same time every day.

Never buys a thing.

I suspect she's the shoplifter
Mr Ryder is so upset about.

Oh, she's beautifully dressed.

Exotic women often are.

Right before the wave,
Magda would never.

Can I help you?

No, I don't think so.

Those are recently arrived
from London.

You don't say.

Excuse me.

Oh, I know you.
Lisa.

Very sorry to hear
about your father.

Can I help you?

I hope so.
My sister needs a deb dress.

I've been sent with the chequebook.

Yeah.

I haven't seen you at the Honi Soit
office for a while.

Don't tell me you dropped out.

My Commonwealth scholarship
doesn't go very far since...

I've had to concentrate on
work, not study.

Madness.

I learnt nothing from my lectures
and everything from uni life.

You get more intellectual
stimulation from one conversation

at The Beat than you do an entire
year's worth of tutorials.

The Beat?
The Duke of York.

It's where the Push meet.

Intellectuals. Libertarians.
Artists. Poets.

Anyone who's going to leave their
mark on the world drinks there.

Did you read my articles?

The ones I left on your desk.

Uh, remind me?

Let's Pretend We're Married,
about the pill.

HE CHUCKLES

Bikini Wars -

women are getting fined for
wearing bikinis on Bondi Beach.

Ah, I don't...

Lisa, could you?

Excuse me a moment.
Please.

Have a seat. Stay here.

You all good, Fran?
Yeah.

Um, just went outside for a minute.
OK.

If you'd like to wait
for Mrs Ambrose,

she'll be back
in a few minutes.

Oh, I'm fine, just looking.

You can't be in there
while Model Gowns is unattended.

I really don't mind.

Lisa, a word?

Did you sell
the carmine satin gloves?

No!

Did she...?

Oi!

Uh, what does "oi" mean?

We're missing
a pair of satin gloves.

So?

You were at the counter.

Are you accusing me of stealing?

Well, search me.

Go on.
HE CHUCKLES

But if you don't find the gloves,

I expect an apology.

Come to the change room.Why?

I've got nothing to hide!

Go on, then, search me.
Look, I'm sorry.

You should just go.
No, not on your nelly!

I said I'm sorry.
What on earth is happening here?

Well, this assistant is accusing me
of shoplifting.

Well, Mrs Ambrose
thought she might be...

..suspicious.Oh!

How dare you?!

My family own department stores
from Warren to the Victorian border.

Mansour's could buy and sell goods

in an afternoon.
Miss Miles, apologise.

I'm sorry.

Oh-ho!Miss Mansour, my office

is on the eighth floor, and if you'd
be kind enough to wait for me there,

I'd like to apologise more fully.

SHE CHUCKLES

You know, if you lot
worked for my family,

you'd be out on your
ears in half an hour.

I found these in the fitting room.

SHE SIGHS
Oh, Fran!

Makes me wish I was making my debut.

You got anything in my size?Huh...

LIFT PINGS

TYPEWRITER CLACKS

INDISTINCT CHAT
..for a break?

Be right there!

Oh, Miss Mansour.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Do you still have time for a chat?

Sure.Follow me.

Got time for a drink?

Sorry, I'm busy.

So am I. I meant tomorrow.
All booked up!

I know your brothers.

Mick and Joe.

Michael and Joseph Mansour,
from Warren.

They were at St Ignatius with me.

Never mentioned they had a sister.

Angela.Have a drink with me.

Have a drink with me,
and I won't tell your brothers

you've been shopping
at the competition.

And I won't tell them you've been
hanging out in Ladies' Cocktail.

Hurry up, Richie,
we'll miss the bus!Coming.

Bye, Angela.

SHE SIGHS

Mm. OK. Goodbye.

PHONE HANGS UP

That was the agent.

He wants the lease.

You cannot sign this.

You are too pessimistic.

You don't know
if we'll have the money.

Stefan, we could lose everything.

Well, you can relax.

Rudi is here with the bank cheque.

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOOR OPENS
Hi.Come in, brother.How are you?

Are you good?Good to see you.

Oh, what do you have there?

Cake?No, it's Sachertorte.

And...wonderful news, I have

converted your loan into ownership.

You will now have a share of
my business. Yeah?

My success will be your success.

Stefan, do you have plates for this?

I don't want your trucks.
I need my money back.

Um...

That, I can't do.

The bank refused my loan.Rudi!
Old man Smith

was cooking the books,
so he let the business run down.

The trucks are fine, but customers
are annoyed, invoices unpaid,

so once I turn it around...
How long?Oh, Magda...

Six months, year, at the most.
Six months?!

But you will own 10% of my
booming transport company.

This is not what we agreed.

What YOU agreed, Stefan.

I was not asked.

# Am I fool number one

# Or am I fool number two?

# How many other girls

# Have been fooled by you...? #
Hmm.

SNORING
# ..I suppose that the number

# Is far from being small

# And I guess

# That I'm the biggest
fool of all. #

I'm sorry your boutique
hasn't worked out...Thank you.

..but as we brought Mrs Ambrose
over from London,

we can hardly dismiss her
after only a month.

I understand.I must be able to
find you something else at Goodes.

Ladies' Cocktails lost Miss Giles.

No, I've just hired a replacement.

Uh, there's an opening in Shoes.

I apologise for taking your time,
Mr Ryder.It won't be long

until Fay is in the family way
and Lisa returns to her studies.

Now, I can place you
in Ladies' Cocktail part-time,

and that can become permanent
when Fay leaves.

LOUD MUSIC IN BACKGROUND

Ah, thank you.

Lisa!

Can you pour a drink?

Welcome. Have a seat.

So the Bexley virgin is your latest
protege.Please don't call me that.

Ahem...Don't worry,
Clive is also a shire boy.

I'm glad
I've run into you, actually.

I was having a thought about
what you could do.

Do?Well, if you convert
your Commonwealth scholarship

to a teacher's scholarship,
you'd get a living allowance.

And then, once you graduate,
you can go straight into a job.

As a teacher?
You're too smart to be a shop girl!

Shop girl?

Do you get any of the discount?Ha!

Uh, Lisa's also
a budding journalist.

You've read my articles.

You have potential, but do you have
any ideas that might interest men?

Men make up three quarters of
the student body,

and we're struggling to get them
to read the women's issues.

Think about it. Enjoy.

Hello.

You look beautiful.Mm-hm.

How are you?Good.Take a seat.

SHE SIGHS

HEAVY SIGH

KNOCK ON DOOR

Coming!

Good evening.Good evening.

We're looking for
Stefan Szombathelyi.

Why? What do you want?

Magda, please.

Are you Stefan Szombathelyi?

I am.We're from Immigration.
Come with us.

What...?

It's OK.Please, this way.

Do you mind telling me what this
is about?Just in the car, please.

Where? I believe I have a right
to know where I'm being taken.

This is a visa matter.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

SHE SIGHS

LOUD MUSIC AND CHATTER IN BACKGROUND

Don't you understand? Five years,
and then the First Years come in

and they think they can...
And there's Mr MacKenzie.

Even though he's married,
he can't keep his hands off the boys

in Window Dressing.Shocking.

They all give each other
girls' names!Ha!

How amusing.Mm.

There's this new lady,
Mrs Ambrose, she's scary.

THEY CHUCKLE

DOOR OPENS

Oh, you!

I'm going home.

Do you want me
to walk you to the train?

Why would I want that?

Or I could get you a taxi.

Taxi?

Plenty of money
in country stores, then.

I don't want to leave you here
like this.

How about you mind
your own business?!

Miles.

There you are. Come here.

I will buy you a drink
every time you correct

Clive's French pronunciation, OK?

But you have to get it right.
SHE GIGGLES

It's got to be perfect. OK?
Oui, oui!Hey!

PHONE RINGS

What sort of time do you call this?

Is this the after-hours number
for Janosi Transport?

Uh, yes. Yes.
This is Janosi Transport.

May I speak with Rudi?
It's Irene, from Edgell's.

Mr Janosi is on a job right now.
Can I take a message?

No, it's all right.
I'll talk to him tomorrow.

I see.

Goodnight, Darlene.It's Irene.

Of course. Bye.

PHONE SLAMS DOWN

Oh!Please!
SHE GIGGLES

You can't have a big life
as a teacher.

A big life in London!

You're going to wake...
SHE GIGGLES

I'll be quiet.

Right here, right here.Very.
Easy. Easy.

SHE CHUCKLES

HE SIGHS

SHE MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY

DOOR OPENS

Magda.

This is George.

My son.