All language subtitles for The House of Eliott - S02E02 - Episode Fourteen.eng

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 sweet home.

Would I?

Jack Maddox, you have
hidden depths

of appalling sentimentality.

So you don't want me

to carry you over the
threshold, then?

No I don't.

Well, what is wrong
with my flat?

we've been perfectly happy there

since we returned from Paris.

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,

and 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 carpets, new furniture, new-

New bank manager.

Bonjour, madame.

Bonjour.

Oh, Jack is perfectly happy

with his new job at the studio.

You know how passionate
he is about film, Desmond.

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 Eliott.

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.

Maison Gilles has five.

That man really made an
impression on you, didn't he?

He certainly did.

It's so many ideas.

Desmond, do you think it
would be foolish of me

to start expanding
the business 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 problems there,

-really, should-
-No, of course not.

Just one or two details
that need examining.

Nothing for you to worry about.

Oi, what are you doing?

Stitching the lining.

Yeah, but you're
catching the back

of the tamberwork 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 hailstones.

-Oh.
-Yeah. Oh.

Sorry.

Almost worth doing just
to see it happen.

Well, I must say,

this is the first
establishment I've worked in

where sloppiness and mistakes
are considered a joke.

Oh, go on, it's been
put right now.

It shouldn't have happened
in the first place.

Your job, were you
properly trained,

is to ensure that mistakes
do not occur.

I just did.

I beg your pardon?

Nothing.

Good morning, Miss Eliott.

Good morning, Mrs Ranby.

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

I should think so.

I'd rather depends on Tilly.

Just a little finishing
to do, Miss Bea.

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

Hello, can I help you?

I don't know. Who are you?

I'm Beatrice Eliott.

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

Really? Why not?

Well, he's become a
moving picture director.

He doesn't take portraits
anymore.

Oh, but he will be for me.

We're old chums.

Never mind, I'll phone
him at home.

Oh, is he still at that ghastly
little flat in 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 Eliott.

It is.

My word, how 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,

he'll probably remember
me as Clara Morson.

Tell him to get in
touch, would you?

Yes, I will.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

So nice to have met
you, Mrs Maddox.

Welcome home, darling.

I have appalling depths
of sentimentality?

Sorry, but...

Oh, Jack, no!

You're supposed to carry me in.

I know, I know, just
savouring the moment.

Welcome home.

Jack.

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 good night, then.

Night.

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 mystical Orient,

and it features a small
Bactrian camel,

on loan from Regents Park Zoo.

It'll be all right.

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

Lord knows it's better than
taking portrait photographs.

Oh gosh, I forgot.

What?

I have a message for you.

Sorry.

Who the devil is Clara Rhodes?

She said you'd probably
remember her as Clara Morson.

What?

Good Lord.

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 time's sake.

Did she, now?

What old times, Jack?

She's an old flame of mine,

more years ago than
I care to remember.

and I am not 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.

Not much of a cook, either.

Oh, 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, hm?

How about Saturday?

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

Can't tell you how much

I'm looking forward
to seeing you again.

Goodbye.

Hurry for the bus.

See you tomorrow.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Did you get in touch with
your chum Clara, by the way?

I did indeed.

Refused to take no
over the telephone.

Invited us to dinner so she
could bully me face to face.

Dinner?

Oh, 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're thinking.

No, I'm not.

Well, then.

What's she really like?

Ah, so you are curious.

It's 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, Bea.

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

Oh, it'll go through,
you mark my words.

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 McDonald has
got a lot to answer for.

Labour government indeed.

Well, I had thought, actually,

that it was Neville Chamberlain

who introduced the housing
project, didn't he?

Well, yes, of course.

But if he'd-

Donald, dear, 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

for simply ages.

Who's your vendeurs?

Well, we don't have one as yet.

If we're getting to gossip,

may I suggest we remove
to the sitting room

where we can gossip properly.

Nancy's quite right, Beatrice.

A good vendeurs is worth
their weight in gold.

Yes, but I suspect finding
a good vendeurs

is easier said than done.

I suppose the trouble is that

anybody who's worth
having at all

has already got 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.

Jolly 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 absolutely delicious.

I felt such a fool.

That's all, Jack.

I don't see why.

It was years ago.

Yes, but I didn't know about it.

Is there anyone else
I should know about?

All right.

Amelia Holstop.

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

For the gardener's
boy, as 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 quite 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 horse whip.

What?

He was livid.

Well, it was understandable.

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 her 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
Eliott this morning?

Oh, I saw Mr Maddox go into
his own studio a while ago.

She might be in there with him.

Thank you.

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

Yes, it is.

Sorry to take so long.

Things have got rather
chaotic and...

Clara Boa, perhaps.

Clara Rhodes, I think not.

N- 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, well, present
yourself.

Thank you.

Have you really changed
that much, Jack?

Probably.

Donald's changed in
the last few years.

I mean, I know he has to
keep abreast of politics

in his line of work,
but he will go-

Quite still now, please.

Thank you.

Try and relax a little
for the next one.

Clara!

There, that's better.

You had me worried for a minute.

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
and we'll carry on.

Otherwise, you'd better go.

You pompous, patronising
little...

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 behaviour, are they?

You've taken all the
portraits I need.

I'll go and get changed.

Bonjour, madam.

Miss Eliott, ma'am.

I'm so glad you could come.

It's lovely to see
you again, Clara.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

You may bring tea now.

Well, I'm fascinated.

Your message sounded so cryptic.

I know.

I should have written
it on rice paper

so you could have eaten it
and destroyed the evidence.

Why, what is it?

Alice Burgoyne.

Who?

Oh, Beatrice, I'm disappointed
in you.

Alice Burgoyne, leading
vendeurs at Hazars.

Well, I have it on
good authority,

from my vendeurs at
Hazars, in fact,

that Alice 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 Eliott.

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 Eliott,

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 Eliott

is to continue to grow,

I recognise the services of
a vendeurs are essential.

I would like to offer
you that position.

At the moment, I can only
take on one vendeurs,

but at a later date,
the position

would become that of
a premier vendeurs.

Without wishing to appear
rude, Miss Eliott, 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 Eliott,

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
consider the proposition

very carefully indeed.

Thank you.

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 staff on the improvements.

Yes.

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

Beatrice, can you give
me a week or two

until I've seen to
one or two things?

There are a couple of
matters I should attend to

before we can consider it.

Well yes, of course, but what?

Yes, come in.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

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

Oh.

I have to be leaving anyway.

I should telephone
you very soon.

I would just like to have a
word with Joseph, if I may.

Joseph.

Excuse me, Ms. Eliott.

Goodbye, Desmond.

Florence, please show Mrs
Burgoyne in, thank you.

Mrs Burgoyne.

Miss Eliott.

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, do you understand?

Yes, of course,

But I should be most interested

to see round your premises.

Yes, certainly.

Mrs Rhodes 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 around.

But Tilly said it was all right.

Yes, she probably did.

Now oversew the seams properly.

We never oversew till
after the final fitting.

We do now.

All raw edges will be oversewn

at each stage of the making up.

Oh, that's daft.

What do we want to go
wasting time like that for?

Miss Bea's never wanted
it done like that,

and no one knows the
difference in the end.

I shall know when
it's my opinion

that counts in this
workroom, not yours.

Now look what you've done.

I never started it.

Joseph, would you excuse me

for just one moment please?

Yes.

Of course, Miss Eliott.

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 vendeurs, do they?

I beg your pardon?

Miss Eliott, the
art of a vendeurs

is to cultivate the acquaintance

of a certain quality of lady,

and then to look after her
requirements of the house

in the manner to which
she is accustomed.

Whoever you appoint as vendeurs
will need her own reception

and private fitting 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 Burgoyne.

Mrs Ranby.

When you finish in here today,

come and see me in my office.

Thank you.

I didn't-

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 workroom.

I should think so.

I thought everyone
had gone home.

Well, yes, I...

Bonsoir.

Look out!

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 is 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 Eliott.

Gilles Caragnas may be the sun,

but I'm not terribly keen on
being a whizzy little planet.

Not professionally and not...

Well, whatever.

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.

Bea, don't look so stern.

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 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 Gilles Caragnac
something to think about.

It's so good to have you back.

Oh, it's good
to be back, Tilly.

And I'm gonna keep
this for specials.

No you will not.

It's for fun.

Oh look at it!

All right, ladies, back
to work, if you please.

Come along, then.

What are we doing?

Who are we doing it for?

Tilly, tell me the gossip
this instant.

Sir Desmond,
Miss Eliott.

Thank you, Joseph.

Hello, Beatrice Eliott?

Having considered the
evidence set before us,

it is the verdict of this
court that the deceased,

Desmond Albert Gillespie,

by the consumption of noxious
poisons, did take his own life

when the balance of
his mind was disturbed.

Suicide?

Makes you realise how
little you know someone.

That's the worst thing, really.

I thought that Desmond-

We all did, Evie.

Miss Eliott.

Ralph Saroyan.

We haven't met.

I was Sir Desmond's partner.

Oh, yes, of course.

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

I realise this is not
the time or 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.

It's an awful day.

So how does this affect you?

I beg your pardon?

Desmond's death.

I was just wondering where it
leaves the House of Eliott.

It leaves it without one of

the best friends it
ever had, Jack,

and it leaves me without
a godfather.

Oh, Evie, Jack didn't
mean it like that.

I know, I'm sorry, Jack.

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 fairs are very tied
up with Gillespie Saroyan.

Yes, I know.

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

Though I don't see
there should be

any problems there, though.

What problems could
Desmond have had

that forced him to poison
himself in his own office?

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

a somewhat individual approach
to investments, Miss Eliott.

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 Sir Desmond's
affairs 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 Saroyan?

I have my own investment
plans waiting, you see.

Please. All in good time.

The mills of probate,
Miss Eliott,

like the mills of God, they
grind exceedingly slow.

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 with our plans,

we might not get our
money for months.

Well, if worst comes to worst,

we can always take over
Jack's old studio.

I beg your pardon?

Bea, it would be perfect.

It's 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,

the refurbishments will
cost a fortune.

Besides, I couldn't
do that to Jack.

Who's it from?

Desmond's solicitors.

He's left me some money.

Bea, 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 really miss him.

I know.

I know it sounds silly.

I spent so much of my
life without him.

Bea, he helped us say much.

That's the answer, isn't it?

The cut jet beads are
terribly elegant.

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

Yes. Yes.

The glass bugles.

Yes, Mrs Costain-Jones.

Splendid.

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

Friday, yes, that'll be fine.

Good.

Good day.

Cut jet beating on the
Costain-Jones gown.

Really?

What did you say this was?

Turkey casserole.

It's very good.

Thank you.

Jack.

You know your own studio?

Intimately.

Have you decide 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.

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

Isn't what Evie planned
to do with the money

Desmond left her?

Well, we had talked
about it, but-

Then do it. Do it.

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

Where are we taking it, then?

As you can see, all the
girls are respectable,

and of an age to take
employment straight away.

Thank you very much.

This is Mrs Randy, who is in
overall charge of the workroom.

And this is Miss Watkins,
our head seamstress,

and she will supervise
your day-to-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 Eliott.

Right, girls.

I think the first thing
we need to do

is give you your new overalls,

and then find out
all your names.

Pass this down.

Miss Eliott?

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 Eliott.

Besides, now we have all
these wonderful new space.

The first thing we
need is a vendeurs.

Mrs Desforges, I'm
so sorry I'm late.

Oh, how lovely.

That's not mine.

Mrs Costain-Jones.

Yes, but that's not mine.

I wanted the glass
bugle beading.

But Mrs Ranby-

Oh, for heaven sake!

I wanted the damn dress
for this weekend.

Tilly, you have ruined
Mrs Costain-Jones gown.

I specifically said the glass
bugles, 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 yes.

Clara.

How lovely 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 Hazars a trifle stuffy.

I rather thought I'd
like to take a look

at the Eliott autumn collection.

Well, why don't I
show you myself?

Thank you.

This way.

Ah, goodbye, Mrs Costain-Jones.

Goodbye.

Mrs Rhodes.

Mrs Costain-Jones.

Jack told me you'd
finished your extensions.

Really? When was that?

Oh, when he came round with
my photographs days ago,

We haven't as yet
found a vendeurs.

Didn't you get in touch
with Alice Burgoyne?

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

Nevermind.

Now we have the right
facilities for a vendeurs.

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 Hazars.

They really are dreadful people.

I don't know why I go there.

They've no idea what
she's worth.

And you see, someone
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 her 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 patronises
Lucille.

Countess Nikolai has
gone back to Paris

because you upset her,

and now Mrs Desforges.

Mrs Burgoyne, your value
to Hazars 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 Eliott.

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 terms.

Oh yes?

We can offer you £100 a year,

plus the usual commission,
naturally.

That hardly matches my
present salary, Miss Eliott.

To make such an important move,

I really couldn't accept
less than 150 pounds.

However, as you've promised me

the position of premier
vendeurs,

to show good faith, I
might concede a little.

£125.

I cannot accept less.

£2, 10 shillings a week,

And a contract for a
year's employment.

If that year were to
start on Monday next.

Very well.

Right.

Thank you, Alice.

'TIl Monday.

£2 10 a week.

Bea, are we planning to
rob the bank of England?

Are we mad?

Think of it as an
investment, Evie.

Alice Burgoyne's
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 Eliott,
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 her?

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 Eliott.

Now I'm not saying Miss
Watkins does it on purpose.

She just 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?

Yes.

Tilly, Florence tells us
that you put the wrong beads

on a gown for Mrs Costain-Jones.

Is that right?

Well, yes, I...

I'm sorry.

This is very serious.

What has happened here?

You see Miss Watkins
just isn't up-

I thought Mrs Ranby
said cut jet 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,

but that's not the point, is it?

No, the point is, Florence
and Tilly,

I really have had enough
of these differences

between you two.

Yes, Miss Bea.

Yes, Miss Eliott.

What is going on with them?

Lord knows.

Can I have two
slices, please?

So, how's it been?

It's not the same anymore.

Not since you left.

Who have they got as
the new head cutter?

Miss Harriet Simmons.

She's awful, Florence.

She heaves into the workroom
with her bosom out to here.

Won't allow no talking
or nothing.

'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 seamstress?

Show me what door to knock on.

House of Eliott.

What, don't they
have one already?

Not a proper one.

Just a jumped up little
stitcher called Tilly.

Can't see her lasting.

That's getting some, isn't it?

I work at the Melbourne hotel.

Tonnes of crumbs.

Pigeons think I'm
Father Christmas.

I bet.

D'you work round here?

House of Eliott.

I'm head seamstress.

All I could get is buttons.

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

Eh?

The pigeons.

True.

Not well known for
eating buttons, pigeons.

Norman.

Norman Foss.

Tilly Watkins.

Miss.

Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

Haven't seen
you before in the garden.

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

What's so different
about today, then?

= Today, the air smells
better out here.

Yeah.

Gotta get back sometime, though.

Will you 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 Eliott.

A number of my clients
proved more loyal to Hazars

than they did to me.

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

but I'm sure in time
I can rue back

the sort of clients you expect.

I shall look forward to that.

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.

I mustn't gossip, must I?

Do you know Clara Rhodes?

She was a customer at Hazars.

Oh, hello.

Good night, Tilly.

Good night.

So are you finished
for the day, then?

Yeah, thank goodness.

Just passing, was you?

On the way back for
the evening shift.

Oh.

You not got your pigeons
with you, then?

No.

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

...would be delighted to
make for you, Mrs Desforges.

Thank you.

Ah, here she is.

Mrs Desforges, this is my
sister, Beatrice Eliott.

How do you do?

Very pleased to meet you?

I was just about to take
Mrs Desforges through

to meet our vendeurs.

Yes, I've heard you've
taken someone on.

Anyone I know?

Alice Burgoyne.

Well, I'm terribly sorry.

I've wasted your time,
Miss Eliott,

but I couldn't tolerate
that woman.

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

Good day.

Damn!

If I'd wanted to give
the woman a reference,

I would have written
one, Miss Jones.

Of course she may be
entirely suitable

for a position other
than vendeurs.

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 am I done?

All right, do you want
to hear some news?

The bad news is,

Hazars wouldn't have
given Alice a reference

even if she'd asked 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 on earth 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
Eliott.

Jack, what an unexpected
pleasure.

Isn't it silly?

We don't see each other
for 10 years, and then-

It's all right, Clara.

What's going on?

Where, dear?

Parliament? Beer Ritz?

The palace?

You know perfectly well
what I'm talking about.

That Burgoyne women you
forced it on my wife.

Oh, Jack, I never foist.

I merely find people
who deserve each other,

put them together, and leave
them to get on with it.

Clara, what has Beatrice
ever done to you?

Absolutely nothing.

I don't give a fig about her.

But it is fun watching
you squirm, though.

You mean to say, this
is your idea of revenge.

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.

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

Goodbye, Clara.

Hello.

How are you both?

Are you feeling any better?

Had a few 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.

-How?
-Really?

I wanted 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 knew you've 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.

Bea, you don't seriously
believe that.

Well, I don't know.

Anyway, we have 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 that the
House of Eliott

might have something
to gain from her?

Jack, how dare you suggest
that I am that-

Look, I have had a long
and frustrating day,

and I'd quite like
to go to bed now.

Now you two are welcome
to sit here

and fight if you want to,

but quite frankly, I'd
much rather you didn't.

Evie's right.

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

I need to talk to Evie.

All right.

Evie, can I stay
with you tonight?

Do you mind?

Yes, you can.

But yes, I do mind.

Alice and Clara, Bea,

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?

See you in the morning?

Good night.

Jack?

Jack?

I'm sorry.