All language subtitles for The.House.of.Eliott.S01E01.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track4_[eng]

No Beatrice, I
have already told you.

Told us yes.

It is completely
out of the question.

But you haven't
even listened

to what we've been saying.

I have listened
to more than enough

of your insolence my girl.

Please father, she's
only trying to explain.

You keep out
of this Evangeline.

But it's my future
that you're discussing.

And there is
nothing more to be said.

That's not fair.

Did you not
hear what I said?

I will decide what is
best for you Evangeline

and that is final.

Do you think we should
apologise?

No Evie, we have nothing
to apologise for.

I've never seen him so angry.

It was a perfectly
reasonable request

which anyone but father

would at least have considered.

Perhaps breakfast wasn't
the best time

to bring it up.

There is no best time
with him Evie.

He should have sent you to
school in the first place

instead of finding the cheapest

most ineffectual governors
in the country.

But you didn't go
to school either.

I had mother.

It's what she would
have wanted for you,

I know it is.

If not art school,

somewhere else where
you could mix

with other young people.

-Miss Bea, come quick.
-What?

The master. He's having
some sort of attack.

There was nothing I
could do about it mother.

I'm only his executor.

It was specified in the will.

A private funeral, family only,

no hymns, no flowers.

Typical of Henry.

Penny pinching to the last.

One owes it to other
people to make a splash.

What about his patients?

And his medical friends?

I'm sure Beatrice and Evangeline

are relieved that it
to be a quiet affair.

Quiet is one thing,

complete silence is another.

When I think of your
dear father's funeral.

That was rather different.

Yes. How many funerals
get into the Tackler?

That might have had
something to do

with the Duke of York
being present.

Thou knowest Lord the
secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful
ears to our prayer,

but spare us Lord most holy.

Oh God most mighty,

Oh holy and merciful saviour,

thou most worthy judge eternal.

Suffer us not at our last hour,

for any pains of death
to fall from thee,

for as much as it hath
pleased almighty God

of his great mercy

to take unto himself

the soul of our dear
brother here departed.

We therefore commit
his body to the ground.

It's an admirably simple will

drawn up by my partner
rather myself.

It seemed only proper,

since I'm a relative

as well as a beneficiary.

He's bequeathed to me
his medical library.

Otherwise, the entire estate
goes to the two of you.

That is to say the house
and its contents

together with all
his investments.

I should of course have
to go into it all

with the bank and
the stockbrokers

before I can tell you the
exact amount involved.

We've arranged an appointment
at my office

in a week or so,

but I think I can safely say

that it will be a not
inconsiderable sum.

In the meantime,

I've made an arrangement
with the bank

to open a temporary account

with overdraft facilities.

You mean we'll be able
to draw out money?

You'll be young ladies of means.

Evie. Oh little one.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to wake you.

But I wasn't asleep.

I know he could be strict on me.

He could be awful,

but I think he meant
for the best.

In spite of everything,
I did love him.

I know.

Here.

-I feel so guilty too.
-You?

It was me you were
quarrelling about.

But it could have
happened any time,

the doctor said so.

But what happens,

it wouldn't happen so soon.

No Evie, I refuse to feel guilty

and neither must you.

If he had been a reasonable man,

we could have discussed
it calmly.

I was damned if I was
going to stand by

and watch you waste
away your youth

as I've wasted mine.

-Looking after me?
-Nonsense!

If I hadn't been born,

mother might still be alive

and you wouldn't have
been stuck with me.

No Evie, you must
never think that.

Having you has been
the one thing

that's made it all worthwhile.

I can't wait to get these
beasley books out of the house.

Arthur, he's welcome to look.

Do you remember that
time that I pinched one

and learned all the section
on male anatomy by heart?

I remember Ms. Pilkington's face

when she found your drawings.

Well, made a change
from bowls of fruit.

Isn't it odd?

I know all there is to know

about a man's anatomy,

and absolutely nothing
about men.

Oh, you still have
time to learn.

You're not an old maid
like your sister.

30 is not that old Bea.

It is when half the single men

have been wiped out.

The rest can have the pickings.

Was there ever anyone?

There might have been.

Father soon saw him off.

Afraid he'd lose his
unpaid housekeeper.

Was it Philip White?

I thought so.

I remember him coming
around when we were little.

He played snakes and
ladders with us.

I've always hated this room.

Me too. I used to dread being
summoned here by father.

It's so dark and drab.

We'll get rid of all
this old furniture

and redecorate it ourselves.

Yes, like we did our room.

I'll think of some ideas.

Something light and sunny,

and we'll have electricity
installed.

That'll please Molly.

And we'll engage another
maid as well.

It's far too much for one.

Especially now, we'll
be going out more.

I still can't believe
we're going to be free

to do as we wish.

We'll do all the things mother
would have wanted us to.

Travel, theatres, galleries.

-Art school?
-Of course!

And a social life that
extends a little further

than aunt Lydia and Arthur.

It seems awful planning
our future like this.

Father was only just..

At least now we have
a future to plan.

Will we truly be able
to go to Paris?

If Nancy Cunard can,

why shouldn't we?

We'll take a room in
the Latin quarter.

Hobnob with poets and
jazz musicians.

Drink wine and cognac,

and black coffee.

And smoke Russian cigarettes.

And wear African bangles.

And while we're about it,

we're calling on madam Chanel

at the rue Cambon.

Could you give us a few tips

on dressmaking please?

It's not just a game
anymore, is it?

We'll actually be able
to do these things.

We certainly will.

Tomorrow, we'll go to the bank.

Thank you very much.

Look at that cake.

Mother once took me here,

on my tenth birthday.

We'd been to the
national gallery.

You had tea at Gunter's?

Father didn't know of course.

He thought we were going
to the dentist.

I shall take you there,

after we've seen Arthur.

It shall be our celebration.

I'm sorry to be the
harbinger of such news,

and to have raised your
hopes falsefully.

Suffice it to say

that it came as much of a shock

to me and to your aunt
as it has to you.

I don't understand.

Surely there must..

Let me put it in layman's
terms Evangeline.

Perfectly simple Evie.

Father has left us nothing
but the house

and a stack of bills.

I didn't quite say
that Beatrice.

There are a few hundred
pounds in his deposit account.

Okay? If we invest it,

that should give you each

an annual income, say 40 pounds.

But there must have been more.

Father was a successful doctor.

Not alas, a successful
businessman.

It seems he took bad advice.

Speculated on high risk stocks

and with the market
so uncertain.

I find that extremely
difficult to believe.

Father was neither a
gambler nor a fool.

Perhaps you didn't
know your father

as well as you thought Beatrice.

The bank account
I opened for you

will now of course
have to be closed.

But what are we going to do?

How will we manage?

It would be unwise to
make any decisions

until the dust has settled.

The situation is
obviously grave,

but rest assured Evangeline,

as your only male relative

and as your legal guardian.

What did you say?

My guardian?

Oh didn't I expect.

Your fathers will entrusts
you to my care

until you come of age.

What about Bea?

She's my closest relative

and she's always
looked after me.

On the domestic front yes,

and an excellent job
she's made of it

but when it comes to the
more crucial matters of life.

I was not deemed good enough?

Experienced enough.

A young woman like Evangeline
needs a man

to protect her interests.

As father protected them?

All the time he must have known

and he didn't even warn us.

Perhaps he didn't realise

how much of the money had gone,

or perhaps he was just
too ashamed to tell us.

Oh, for heavens sake Evie.

We can't afford to throw
away money now.

I'm sorry, I didn't think.

Oh to hell! Come on.

We'll have our tea at Gunter's.

If we want to look so rich.

Perhaps we should
ask the waitress

to put our tea onto
one of their bills.

I don't suppose they'd notice.

Are you sure we have enough Bea?

Provided we don't have
another of these

and we walk home.

I still can't take it in.

What will it actually mean?

We promised not to talk
about it, not now.

Evie, look at that woman
who's just come in.

The one with that hat
like a chamber pot?

No, a friend who
looks like a cottage loaf.

She can't help the
way she's shaped.

Or she doesn't have to
accentuate it like that,

but if she wore something
less fitted with simple lines,

I think she'd look
so much better.

I see what you mean.

Yes, but perhaps with a little..

To give it panache.

Brilliant. Should we
send it over to her?

With compliments of
the Eliott sisters.

Order is welcome.

Wouldn't it be marvellous?

I suppose there's no point
in dreaming any more.

You obviously have to help them.

You mean give them money?

They are my cousins mother.

Cousins once removed.

Perhaps a small allowance?

No Arthur.

Start along that path,

there's no knowing
where it might end.

I suppose if the worst
comes to the worst,

they may have to sell the house.

I doubt we'd find a buyer.

It is a bit of a white elephant.

There is awkward size,
unfashionable area.

And without electricity.

I did try to persuade
uncle Henry

to have it installed.

At least that would have
been a safe investment.

Of course Evangeline will marry.

She's young and pretty.

And malleable.

But as for Beatrice..

Not a hope.

Apart from everything else,

she has such a disconcerting
manner.

She had to grow up too quickly.

She was always unstable,

even as a small child.

She threw one of my lead
soldiers out of the window.

Surely you don't hold
that against her still?

It spoiled my collection.

Mind you, she did keep house

for her father most efficiently.

Anyone who could manage

on what he gave her
must score some points.

I have it! Of course!

Why didn't I think of it before?

Paying guests?

Handpicked by aunt
Lydia of course.

She even had some suitable
people in mind.

Some frightful old
memsaab's from Singapore.

What on earth did
you say to her?

I told her that even
without money

we fully intended

to make some sort of
life for ourselves,

and that having skivvies
for paying guests

would be unlikely to
contribute much to that life.

A very lady Astor.

I also told her we fully
intended to look for work

and that was when Arthur
came to the telephone

and started to pontificate
about..

What's the matter?

This is cashmere.

Cashmere?

You're right.

I didn't know father
owned anything like this.

Nor did I.

It must have cost the earth.

Where did you find it?

In the dressing room cupboard,

with this suitcase.

Oh Bea, beautiful.

They're silk, all of them. Feel.

So all his money didn't
go on high risk stocks?

Where do you suppose
he wore them?

On his trips to Bournemouth
I suppose.

No wonder he never let
me pack for him.

They were just stuffy
old medical conferences.

Not as stuffy as all that.

He obviously found some
time for pleasure.

Imagine father in these.

He must have looked
quite a dandy.

So much for his lectures
on thrift.

I like to think of him

having a good time
every now and then.

I wouldn't grudge on that Evie

if he'd ever given us

anything to spend on clothes,

instead of forcing us
to make everything

out of cheap remnants
and improvised tat.

Oh, but it was such fun
making them, wasn't it?

Yes Evie, but that
is not the point.

May we keep these,

and the dress shirts?

We could do something with them.

Needn't it all go to
charity, need it?

No! From now on charity
begins at home.

Molly, I think it is
time we had to talk.

Is it about my wages?

Or lack of them.

You are aware of the situation
father has left us in.

Dirty shame I call it.

Evangeline and I fully intend

to look for work ourselves.

I hope it won't be too long

before we find something.

In the meantime,

we will pay you as
much as we can.

Don't you worry Ms. Bea,

I've been thinking.

Perhaps I could take him washing

then you won't have
to pay me nothing

till you've got yourselves
fixed up.

Thank you.

Excuse me, could you
please tell us

which of these papers

have advertisements for jobs?

Chauffeur, chauffeur,
foot man, chauffeur.

A lot of people must
be buying cars.

Secretary, lawyer's office.

Oh no, male.

Secretary, female. Shorthand
and typing essential.

That's no good.

Plenty of nannies

but they all insist
on experience.

Well, you've gained
plenty of experience

looking after me.

Oh, I doubt your
recommendation would count.

Besides, one would
have to live in.

There isn't much work
at all these days.

Now the men are back,

it's mostly for them,

or for people with
qualifications

like assistant to laboratory
technician.

Our education wasn't
quite up to that.

Or translator for firm
of publishers.

French, Spanish, all that.

He equipped us for nothing,

nothing at all.

Bea, don't worry.

We'll find something.

We'll have to, and soon

The tradesmen won't let us

have things on tick
indefinitely.

Manicurist required for
gentleman's barbershop.

Perhaps I could do that.

Evie, can you see
Aunt Lydia's face?

There it is.

Frank's sister Pearl spotted it.

The one who works at
Marshall and Snelgrove.

The Danieli Academy requires
young ladies

as dancing partners.

You could do that Miss Evie.

Do you think so?

You're young and a lady.

Well, since they only take

a very superior type
of person at Danieli's.

But I've only ever
danced with Bea.

It's just the same
with a real man

except there's less
to get in the way.

And that was only
the wolksan polka.

They're expected to know

all the latest dances
wouldn't they?

The fox trot.

Oh yeah, and the jog
trot and the twinkle.

I've never even heard of those.

Don't you worry,

I can teach you.

Frank and me are demons.

On loan from Pearl.

The Original Dixieland
Jass Band.

Head up miss Evie.

That's it, you've got it.

Haven't I.

Now we do this next
bit we practised.

Do you remember?

Come on, show me.

Watch.

-Do you remember now?
-Yes.

Come on then, we'll
do it together.

Go!

Now come on Ms. Evie, hand up,

-and head round.
- Now?

And kick, and again.

It won't be like this
with a a man though, will it?

If he's not cranky,
he'll have no problems.

See, it's quite good fun

when you get a hang of it.

There, you picked
it up in no time.

You're a natural
born Pueblo here.

Well, I don't know about that

but it might be worth
going to see Mr. Danieli.

Don't tell Bea though.

If I do get the job,

I want it to come as
a complete surprise.

What sort of job is it?

Tailor made. You remember
the Spenser Ewell's?

No, why should you?

General Spenser Ewell was a
patient of your uncle Richards.

Arthur and I dined with
them the other evening,

and the general mentioned
in passing

that his elderly mother

who lives in Belgravia

is looking for a day companion.

Someone reliable and
from a sound background.

I said it once.

I know the very person.

In,

and away.

In!

And back.

In, in, in.

Bea, our troubles are over,

I found a job.

Where?

At Danieli's dancing academy.

Where?

At Danieli's dancing academy.

Doing what?

Dancing. I was chosen
from five other girls

and I had to do the tango.

Well, say something.

Aren't you pleased?

Well yes, but it isn't
up to me, is it?

Absolutely out of the
question Evangeline.

What sort of reputation
do you think we'd get?

A dancing partner at Danieli's?

But it's a very respectable
dancing academy.

There is no such thing.

Some utter cuds use
those places.

What on earth are
you thinking of?

Of earning some money.

Mind you, it's Beatrice I blame.

It wasn't Bea's fault.

She didn't even know I was
going for the interview.

I wanted to surprise her.

It is just as well

that uncle Henry
made you my wort.

The world is full of dangers

for pretty young creatures
like you.

I can see that I'm going
to have to keep

a very strict eye on you.

So no more of this nonsense
about Danieli's please.

I told Mr. Danieli

I would be starting on Monday.

I will have my clerk draw
up a letter informing him

that you will not after
all be available.

You will make no further contact

with the place yourself.

Is that understood?

I have no choice, have I?

How are you getting home?

By bus.

I take it Beatrice will
be meeting you.

No, she's gone to see
Mrs. Spenser Ewell.

Oh yes.

Well, then you'd better
take a taxi cab.

We can't have you
travelling alone

in public transport, can we?

And before you get
into the taxi,

be absolutely certain to check

that it has a door handle
on the inside

as well as the outside.

Some I'm told have not.

White slave traffic.

Yes madam?

I'm Beatrice Eliott.

I have an appointment
with Mrs. Spenser Ewell.

Will you please come in?

Thank you.

Am I supposed to know you?

No, I..

Good. You can never
be sure these days.

I have come about the
post of day companion.

Oh yes.

Your son the general

is a friend of my aunt's.

Elgie interfering again.

He thinks I'm going batty.

Well, sit down.

Let me have a look at you.

Well, at least you're
a sensible age.

Won't be making cow's
eyes for foot men.

It's all right,

don't you worry.

Can I help?

Oh yes please miss.

If we could just get her home.

It was my aunt, lady
Lydia Eliott

who recommended me to your son.

Lydia? Oh yes I remember her.

Pretty little creature

but below the pale.

Wasn't her father in trade?

I have never heard anything
about aunt Lydia's parents.

I'm not surprised.

Still, a dash of yeoman blood

never harmed any family.

You have good bones.

Thank you.

Like a sit tall girl.

Extraordinary looking creature.

We're nearly home.

It's ever so good of you miss.

I'm just glad I was
there to help.

I told her she shouldn't go out.

She only had the baby
four days ago.

Charlie! My mum must
take a bath.

Go and fetch Millie.

I'm all right.

Miss Maddox, miss Maddox!

Hey, what's going
on? Mrs Watkins!

I'm all right, all right.

She's just collapsed
in the street.

Oh, poor old thing.

I said they should
never have allowed

her out of the hospital.

It's a disgrace.

I shall take you there.

This lady here helped us back.

Hello. Penelope Maddox
from the local mission.

That's right Tilly,

let's get her inside.

I bought some milk
and provisions,

and there are some baby
cribs in my basket.

Would you do mind getting them?

Come on. Let's get her
out of the wheelchair.

Are you good at reading
aloud Ms. Erkut?

Eliott.

That is what I said.

I used to read to my
sister when she was small.

Not how I imagined
Ethel M. Dell.

No. What would my
other duties be

Mrs. Spenser Ewell?

Duties? Helping me
through this maze

my mind has become,

picking up objects
when I drop them,

pushing me about
in my bath chair

when the weather allows it,

putting up with my continual
complaints.

If you can do all that,

the job is yours.

But if I were you,

I wouldn't touch it
with a barge pole.

Need the money I suppose?

Yes.

Well, think it over.

Let me know by the
end of the week,

and do not say yes

unless you are prepared
to see me out.

I hadn't realised people
live like that.

Thousands of them.

The slum clearance will
take to kingdom come.

All those children?

She's had two in the
last 18 months,

as well as a miscarriage.

War was a rest cure
for women like her.

Seems so dreadful when
they can't afford

to feed or clothe them.

Maury is right of course.

Birth control is
the only answer.

He's hoping to open
a clinic next year.

Well, that's if the
god bothering bigots

don't clap her in irons first.

The name Marie Stopes is
like a red rag to them.

Do you know Marie Stopes?

She's an old family friend.

My parents met her in
Japan studying fossils.

Have you read her
book Married Love?

No.

Well, don't you dare get
spiced until you have.

I'll lend it to you if you like.

Sorry, what did you
say her name was?

Penelope Maddox.

She works for a mission
that helps poor people,

and she campaigned for
those four women,

and she knows Marie Stopes,

and Lady Wonder and Sidney Webb,

and she's coming
to tea tomorrow.

Well, you said we needed
a social circle.

Say, cracks of the Nat ridge

are on your outfit.

Well, as a matter of fact,

I have been offered a post.

As day companion to
some aided invalid.

Well, you mustn't do that.

That's what I said.

Well, if anyone has
any better suggestions,

beggars can't be choosers.

Oh I'm sorry.

I know decent jobs aren't
easily come by.

Especially when you've
had no education.

And have a guardian like Arthur.

Of course I can afford
to do the work

I want to unpaid.

One tends to take it
for granted sometimes,

but there must be
something for you Beatrice.

You don't mind if I
call you Beatrice?

What can you do?

Not much.

Well nonsense! You must be
able to do heaps of things.

She's a marvellous dressmaker.

Well, what did you
do in the war?

Were you a nurse?

You're a doctor's daughter.

I did nothing.

Of course you did Bea.

She looked after father and me,

and helped run the house.

And knitted about a
million balaclava's.

Oh well, the boys are
damn glad of them,

I can tell you.

It was freezing out
there at the front.

Were you out there Penelope?

For a while.

What did you do?

I drove an ambulance.

How exciting!

Oh, was it dreadful?

Both. Have you read
those new poems

-by Wilfred Owen?
-No.

Well you must.

They ought to be compulsory
reading.

We must never let another
war happen.

We don't have money
to spend on books.

Well, never mind.

I'll lend it to you if you like

along with the Marie Stopes one

and anything else you
want to borrow,

and I'll keep a lookout
for jobs too.

Thank you.

What are friends for?

-Bye!
-See you again soon.

Bea, I'm just going
to bed now so..

What are you doing?

Trying to work out how
much these will fetch.

But Bea, that's moms jewellery.

You can't sell those.

The tradesmen won't
wait forever Evie.

Even if I take the job
at Mrs. Spenser Ewell's,

I won't be paid at once.

Bea, I know how much
you treasure these.

We can't afford to
be sentimental.

This is gold.

It should fetch a few pounds.

It's beautiful. Did father
give it to her?

Father? When did he ever give
her anything worth having?

Grandfather gave it to
her on her 17th birthday.

You cannot sell that Bea.

Have you any better ideas?

Well, Penelope may come
up with something.

Wouldn't rely on it.

Besides we need the money now.

Tomorrow I have to do the rounds

and I must pay something
on account.

I'm sure if you asked
the tradesmen

they would understand.

No Evie, not again.

I cannot ask for
any more favours.

It's too humiliating.

I can't tell you how
grateful I am Mr Cooper.

I assure you the
rest will be paid

by the end of the month.

-Thank you.
-

Penelope.

Oh hello there.

I brought you those
books I promised.

Oh, marvellous!

Oh, and I think I may
have found you a job too.

My brother Jack, photographer.

Jack Maddox is your brother?

The one who takes society
photographs?

He's good with the old biddies

but he is totally disorganised.

What will I have to do?

General dog's body and
put up with his moods.

Moods?

Well, he's an only son.
Spoiled rotten.

Love him dearly though,

and you'll have to
meet him of course.

See if you pass masters.

So tomorrow morning, 11 o'clock.

There's the address.

Thank you.

Wouldn't it be marvellous
if I got this job?

We could pay off the tradesmen

and you could say no thank you

to Mrs. Spencer Ewell.

Now let's not jump the gun Evie.

Even if you do get the job,

you still need Arthur's
permission.

He can't not approve.

Jack Maddox has had
photographs in The Creed.

-Number 24 did you say?
-Yes.

This must be it.

Come on through.

Mr. Maddox?

Morning.

Who the devil are you?

Our name is Eliott.

Penelope arranged an
appointment for my sister.

Evangeline Eliott.

You're splendidly alliterative,

and you're here to
chaperone her of course.

Very wise too.

Far too delectable.

Do we let loose on
our own? Champagne?

No, thank you.

Suit yourself. Sit down.

So, you're chums of Penelope's?

She thinks I need a factotum

and was organising
people of Perm.

Starving hoards,
wayward brothers.

So tell me what can you do

Miss Evangeline Eliott?

Well I'm..

She used to help our
father in the reception.

By our father,

I take it you do not
mean the deity?

No, he was a doctor.

So you could make appointments
reliably?

I think so.

-Think or know?
-Know.

Can you type?

With two fingers.

She has extremely
neat handwriting.

Confident on the telephone?

Yes she is.

Can you tell me about cameras?

I'm afraid not.

A few people do.

Are you any good
at telling lies?

Well, I've not really
had much practise.

My sister was not brought
up to tell lies Mr Maddox.

Pity. The ability to lie
is essential to the job.

Let me show you.

You see the women who come to me

to have their portrait taken

are of a certain age.

This is how they look

and this is how they
would like to look.

I perform a miracle.

I've become very successful

and made a lot of women happy

with a few lies.

As my receptionist,

you'll have to back
up these lies.

So they'll ask you,

is it a true likeness?

And you will have to
convince them that it is

without so much as
murmuring the word retouch.

Well, that would only
count as white lies surely?

That's driven snow,

so for summer.

On the plus side,

you can type with two fingers,

you can make appointments
onto the telephone

and on the minus side,

you'd drive away
all my old trouts

and I'd be bankrupt
within a year.

How much too young
and much too pretty

for the job Evangeline.

You'd do that?

You must be mad Bea.

I would have given anything
for that job.

Nothing on earth.

Wouldn't you think to work

for that odious man?

I liked him.

That was obvious.

I suppose it's because
he's related to Penelope.

You don't like her
either, do you?

Well, if you'd rather work
for Mrs. Spenser Ewell.

At least I shall know
where I am with her.

But don't you see?

That's the wonderful
thing about Jack Maddox.

Working for him will
never, ever be dull.

Molly, can you remember
when you first met Frank?

Oh sure do.

It's was only three months ago.

-Did you lose your appetite?
-No.

-Did you lie awake at night?
-No.

Go jelly kneed whenever
you thought of him?

Glory no!

Isn't that what falling
in love is like?

Sounds more like the flu to me.

Anyway, me and Frank

weren't never what you
called love birds.

With 2 million surplus
women or girls,

lucky if she can
nab a man at all.

Love is for those that
can afford it.

Who do we know with a son
that's going a-begging?

For Evangeline.

Now that Beatrice
has a position,

we must think about her sister.

I suppose it'll have
to be a younger son.

What about Dick Hintlesham's
brother?

Poor chap is a nervous
wreck. Shell shock.

A soothing young wife may
be just what he needs.

You see life in such
simplistic terms mother.

Marriage solves everything.

The right marriage,

and that reminds me Arthur,

the Winthrops are back
from Biarritz.

Oh mother.

I know Agatha is no oil painting

but she's so well connected.

You make her sound like
an electric lamp.

She has certainly taken
a shine to you.

When I decide to marry,

I shall make my own choice.

That is what I'm afraid of.

As father did?

And he couldn't have made
a better choice, could he?

All the same,

one does not climb
the social ladder

in order to slide down it again.

I hear the Pettinger girl
has turned up quite well.

Perhaps we should invite
her to the theatre.

Mother, would you please confine

your matchmaking talents
elsewhere.

If only there wasn't
such a shortage of men.

The war has a lot to answer for

and it isn't as if poor
Evangeline had any social
graces.

When did Henry ever entertain?

Not at home certainly.

Arthur, this is Beatrice.

I would like to make an
appointment to come and see you.

As soon as possible.

A family matter.

Oh Beatrice, sorry to keep you.

I can spare you 15 minutes.

How can I help?

By telling me the truth
about father's money.

I'm sorry?

I don't believe he lost it all

through careless investments.

I'm not sure what
you're suggesting.

I think you've been
covering up for him.

Was there a woman?

Have you quite taken
leave of your senses?

Uncle Henry was a
pillar of society.

What on earth makes you
suggest such a thing?

A cupboard full of
expensive clothes,

a lace handkerchief.

Please tell me.

I have a right to know.

I'd hoped that you
and Evangeline,

you'd never find out.

Evangeline need not

which is why I'm here on my own.

Or mother, it would kill her.

Then he did have a mistress.

There were a series of,

shall we say liaisons
going back over many years

since you were a small child.

What?

They were all of course
ladies of a certain standard.

Did you mean he was whoring

while mother was still alive?

Fortunately he was discreet.

Dirty lying hypocrite.

Beatrice please.

Wasn't it enough that
he killed her?

No, come on..

Yes he did forcing
her to go on trying

for a son year after year

when he knew it wasn't safe.

Keep your voice down,

people will hear.

Good, I want them to hear.

To hear how the upright
Dr. Eliott betrayed mother

and ruined my life as well.

For God sakes!

How he make me work

as an unpaid housekeeper,
a nanny

because he was too mean
to pay anybody else.

Pull yourself together.

How he deprived me of
a decent education

and the only hope I ever
had of marriage.

How he stopped Evie and
I doing all the things

that make life worthwhile,

and all the time he
was out fornicating

with a string of whores.

Beatrice!

It's only natural

that you should feel
a little bitter.

A little bitter?

But you must try to be sensible.

Put all that behind you now

and look to the future.

We have the offer of
an excellent post.

Waiting on Mrs. Spenser Ewell

till the last remnant
of my youth is gone?

If there was doubt,

you would be offered
a better post.

Well as matter of fact I have,

with the photographer
Jack Maddox,

and what's more, I
intend to take it.