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A.B.C. Original Are we ready ladies? Let's create the best

dressed women in Sydney. What seems to be the problem? I was lied to. Mrs. Charlotte Egan has my dress.

God knows we make copies we have to stop. Lisa found Angela's sketches.

Amazing. In talents. I thought you might try them both. Mr. Mackenzie and I share a unified

vision for fashion at courts. And Magda does not. Hall of Fame. I'm married now.

Happily married. And he has all these roots. Like we never go back to his place. He's got a sixth

sense for the married ones. He's completely lost without you. I have lost the boutique of my dreams.

My marriage may not survive and I'm demoted to ladies' shoes.

We're gonna conceal to reveal. That story was Lisa's. She came up with a bikini was you stole her idea.

Mr. Mackenzie will not be returning to goods. I'm offering you the position of chief buyer.

Magda and Mr. Ryder clink glasses and drink. Screen Australia and the

Australian Broadcasting Corporation present in association with the South Australian Film.

Corporation and Screen New South Wales. Abanya Entertainment Production. Magda to Lisa.

Young women with jobs and their own money are the future of fashion. Our valued customers

will have to make their way past... working girls to reach model gowns. And you know how lucrative

the racing season is. Young women want more than to pin dead birds to their head and watch

tiny men whip horses. At goods we dress the wives of society's leaders, not their secretaries.

It's so vibrant. It's silent. Made from railway workers old denim overalls.

And we're calling the rich Young Sophisticans. It's all on consignment. Magda's Young Sophisticans

will stand all full by the bottom line. Adam has a single red rose. For me?

Delivery for Mrs. Janosi. Oh, we're about to open Mrs. Janosi. Yes, Mrs. Empress.

Magda notices Fay take the rose and open the little card attached to it. Fay reads the

card then slips it under her brow with a smile. She puts the red rose into a vase of yellow and white ones.

Ladies In Black. An older white woman. Put this on my account. Yes, Mrs.

Forsithe of all clues. Of course, Mrs. Forsithe. Would you like to take it or have it sent?

Have it sent. Enjoy the races. The prim woman glares at Fay who smiles back. Mrs.

Ambrose comes over. You handled that well, Mrs. Janosi. You sent it to everyone like a Duchess but

I have my doubts about Mrs. Forsithe. Well, even real Duchess is going to be difficult.

Wealthy older lady shopping for racing season. One of the ladies in black helps a woman hold

up a diaphanous peach fascinator. Lisa to Magda and Angela. Hey, we have lots of middle-aged

ladies giving everything a poke and a prod. I mean, these are exactly the clothes women want to wear.

Girls, our ages aren't used to shopping at quits. What if I wrote an article

for the student newspaper? Emancipated women and the new fashions. Angela could illustrate

it. She does marvellous sketches of clothes. You should try Magda. Oh, I don't have any

time for me right now. I will ask Mr. Wright to take an advertisement offering students

a ten percent discount but you have the promise to tell your friends it's only available goods.

Magda sees George who's looking very handsome in a tuxedo. George raises his eyebrows

at Angela and Magda notices. Mrs. Ambrose to George. Please avoid ragtime, swing or

hockey talk and I will not abide jazz in any form. Of course, Mrs. Ambrose. Well, naturally,

you know Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven. What about Liszt? I know Liszt. That's rocket. Zungati.

It's in the blood. Excuse me. Standing behind a sales counter, Lisa and Angela are gossiping

about a customer browsing nearby. Smiling George comes over to their counter. What do I say

we go to the beat tonight? Celebrate my new job. We'd love to. Okay, so we'll see you there?

Why did you say that? We can wear our new outfits. At cost. Yes.

That guy who just talking to the piano player. Do you know if he's single? Oh, I don't know.

I'm actually sure. You look like Audrey Hepburn. George won't be able to take his eyes off you.

I am not letting a man complicate my plans. Definitely not a fly-by-night jazz musician.

Behind the counter, Faze counting cash from the till. Her eyes are drawn to the lone red rose in

the vase among the others. She looks at the card it came with and all that's honoured

is the letter M. Mr. Janosi will expect to see this in a vase by your bed.

Rudy isn't much on grand romantic gestures. He sent you a rose. Does Mr. Ambrose send home flowers?

Mr. Ambrose is in London at Harrods. I imagine he's still in ladies underwear. You're allowed to laugh, Mr.

Janosi. It's a joke. But please keep that an afternoon. It must all be allowed some privacy.

Mrs. Ambrose walks off across the empty floor and Faze smiles as she takes

a deep whiff of the red rose. Dressed in their new outfits, Lisa and Angela leave goods after their shift.

She's so awesome. I love you. Mm-hmm. Her caution, Elle said.

Lipstick is not an accessory. It isn't a complex. Well, George doesn't kiss you. I will.

Angela gives both of them a spritz of perfume. Then they hold hands. Smiling slightly, Magda

gets up from her new desk in Mr. Mackenzie's old office. She regards some garments on stands

then closes the door behind her, which now has her name and chief buyer on the frosted glass window.

She walks along the black and white chequered floor, past the unattended

receptionist's desk. Wearing a black and white print dress, Faze walking along a sidewalk

with the red rose behind her back. Faze looks into a car where Kenneth Marlow is waiting

and the two of them smile at one another. Faze looks around for a moment before she gets

him to the passenger seat of his car. They share a warm look. Then Kenneth starts his

shiny black Mercedes and sets off. Mrs. Ambrose is leaving when she spots Adam.

Why are you croaking around after hours? I want to ask you something. Well, what?

I want to know if you'll teach me how to be a salesman. You're always talking about custom

service and, well, I mean, you worked at Harrods. What do you know about Harrods? It's the most

famous department store in the world and the best. Why does a boy who works in the loading

dark know all this? I want to sell men's wear goods. I look at the magazines, I follow the

trends, I know when to wear surge, and when to wear Gabardin. What's the difference between

British and German trousers? British police face inwards and the German ones face out.

I don't like the German ones though. I make it look like you've got a big belly.

It is not your business to like one or the other. It is your business to sell the customer what he wants.

Yes, Mrs. Ambrose. Mrs. Ambrose seems to appreciate his sincerity. To begin with,

it's ask, not ask. Putting on an accent is like putting on a set of clothes, part of

the performance. My father taught me a rhyme. Ask his mother for sixpence to see the big giraffe.

He's got pimples on his eyebrows and pimples on his arse. Give mother for sixpence.

Practice that. I'll speak to her. Mrs. Ambrose smiles at him before she walks off and Adam beams.

At the beat, George plays the piano while Lisa, Angela and Petra watch.

Do you want to go drink? Yes. Lisa and Petra walk off while Angela stays behind, dancing to George's music.

The Herald has gone a report on the article you two wrote.

Hmm, we made quite a splash. Don't be ridiculous. Nobody has any interest

in your marks of take on beach inspectors. All they're looking at is the dirty picture.

Ah, apologies. They're beautifully crafted. Ah, photograph that's now stuck above every

sad single bed in St Paul's College. Drinks all night, by the way, if you'd get me the

bird's number with the classy chassis. Six, two, three, zero, one, five.

Lisa smiles. My god, the backslave virgin. Have a gin and tonic, please, Clive. Yes.

Better than a violin. Richard seems impressed. Faye gets into a booth with a friend.

I am hot. So what's the plan, Faye? Ah, what do you mean?

You know full well what I mean, with Marlow. Where's this going?

No, we're just having fun, like the good old days. The good old days when he lied about

being single, the good old days before you were married. That's not fair. Marlow always has a plan.

So again, Faye, what's your plan? I don't know. I don't know. I think Rudy's

having an affair. Oh, Faye. Marlow and I, we haven't done anything yet and I can be myself around Marlow.

I don't have to be anything else. I think he loves me. All right.

But who are you in love with? I love Rudy. But I'm not sure that he still loves me.

Kenneth comes back from the bar with another man who seems to be the date of Faye's friend.

Marlow's paid for everything. I've almost forgotten how generous you are. Onto the marble bar?

Tom will buy the next round. Of course. I'm dead on my feet. I haven't danced this much in years.

It'll be like old times. Another night, Marlow.

They all leave. Angela's walking with George in a park at night. I grew up surrounded by dressmaking.

Sad a sewing machine. And your family? My mom went to visit her parents in

Beirut for three months and that was two years ago. Well, at least your father didn't

take up with another woman as soon as the bull lifted up. Oh, they're very much still

together, just in different countries. You're a romantic? Why? Because I don't think love

is just some outfit you change with the seasons. I'm not criticizing you. Smoking a cigarette,

George takes off his jacket and drapes it around her. I think it's enchanting.

Why did she leave Miami? The cops and I had a little disagreement about Mary Jane.

Was she your girlfriend? You're an enigma, Angela Mansour. One minute worldly and sophisticated and then

all sweet innocence. I'm jealous of you girls growing up in paradise. Australia's all right,

but I'm going to Paris someday. Oh, yeah. It's where the best designers are.

Dio, Saint Laurent, Givenchy. Yeah. You speak French? No. I'll probably end up in Paris one day.

The French are so free. They have this cool attitude to everything. The music. Sex.

It's all very instinctive. Like animals. Sounds messy. It's very. I'm not going to let anything

mess up my plans. Okay. Say it. I won't mess up your plans, Angela. I won't mess up your plans, Angela.

Hey, kiss. George with one hand on Angela's cheek and neck. They kiss more passionately.

An Angela slides off his jacket and lets it fall to the ground. At home, phase

brushing her hair while gazing at the wilting red rose which is in a vase. Hey.

Where is she? I thought you were working tonight. Yeah, it was. Hey, it was. I met some of the big

shots at Hexham. Okay. Mrs. Marlowe was there. Her father owns the business. She invited us

to have dinner with them. Her, Mr. Marlowe, the husband at the Australian club.

Were the bosses of industry due to the deal? You just did today. If we land this contract, we can

pay back Stefan and Magda. And then once we signed with a blue chip company like Hexham,

always will follow. I'll be captain of industry. Refos don't get invited to the Australian club.

But you, my fine Australian wife, it fits in perfectly. Fay lies on the bed next to him.

Rudy, you say these things. But then, you're out all night without a word.

And then you come home smelling of wine and another woman's perfume. And I just feel like the

ground is shifting beneath my feet. She looks over at Rudy, but he's passed down, fast asleep.

She turns back and stares at the ceiling. Mrs. Ambrose to Mr. Ryder. He would start

as a stock boy, of course, but eventually you could move into sales. I'm not certain.

Mr. Conroy's salesman material. Why not? He has impeccable manners and he knows more

about men's weather than anyone in this store. But isn't he a bit different? If we support

him, no one will question it. Mr. Conroy is more than capable of presenting himself impeccably

at courts, regardless of his background or home life. I'm sure he's not the only man

at courts who can say that. Mr. Ryder thinks it over. Lisa's putting some things back in a stockroom.

She follows the source of the snoring and finds.

Elsie sleeping on the floor. What on earth? I was just cleaning the Christmas play height.

I won't leave till last minute. And you're undies? I was kicked out of my boarding house.

Oh, that's awful. Weren't you and your mother looking for a new border?

Didn't you go well? Maybe this could solve both our problems. You live in the suburbs.

It's a long way from people you know. Sweetheart. Bit of distance. It's exactly what I need.

Sitting in her office, Magda's looking at a black and white photo of a woman. Magda?

Oh, please, Faye. Faye enters the room. Have a seat. Thank you. I've been unfair to you

and I wanted to apologize. You needn't? Yes, I have blamed you for me being unable to open my shop.

Well, it was my husband who took your money and it was my to give it away.

Well, Rudy is hoping to land a big contract so maybe he'll be able to pay you back soon.

We'll see. But in the meantime, I don't want bad blood between us. God, it's funny, isn't

it? We women, we take things out in each other and really, it's our men we should be mad at.

Yeah. Thank you. Come in. Lisa. Oh. If I'm not mistaken, this will help us trap

the design thief and prove to Mr. Ryder that I am more valuable than that stuffy English woman.

Show me what you found. A lot of women's clothes on Mr. Egan's account.

I said the ones in size extra women delivered to his home address. But there are also size small

slim women delivered to his office. Along with lingerie perfume and shoes. Well, expensive test.

And where do we deliver this account to the office? Magda makes a phone call.

The secretary is always now. Mr. Egan's on the Sally speaking. I love Sally.

This is good calling. We are promoting the new young sophisticated range and offering our most favorite customers

a discount. What sort of discount? Lisa and Magda grin. The lemon silk. I bet you win

fashions on the field tomorrow. Thank you. I beat 10 quid. She says she's changed her

mind and returns her next week for our Ethan. Not if she's seen wearing it. At Harrods we

would go to Ascot on race days. We'd find our customers and compliment them on how well they looked.

Comments were never returned. God, you should work for the government of December.

I've had my eye on you, Mrs. Genosi. You understand the meaning of customer service.

Even though you're tired. Even though you're tired, your poise has not wavered.

Years of dance training. Tomorrow's half day. So in the afternoon, you and I will go to the races.

We'll stop our ladies from doing something they might later regret. I'll get VIP passes.

You can bring Mr. Genosi. Yeah, he'd love that. Yeah. Perfect compliment your colouring

when they say so. A young woman with short dark hair comes out of the elevator.

She's wearing a see-through overcoat over a light green dress. Lisa greets her. Welcome to goods.

My name is Lisa. I was told there would be a discount on a new range for us with you.

Charlotte Egan's gown is a copy of a goods exclusive. Now you're not in trouble, Sally.

But we simply need to know. Where did you buy this dress? Ronnie, I mean, Mr. Egan.

He bought it from Paris. So let me guess. Mrs. Egan never sees the itemized goods accountashi.

So the only way that Rani can buy you nice things is if Mrs. Egan thinks that they're

expensive gifts for her, no? My friend told me about a dress maker.

When one of the Arabs was making clothes out of little Beirut. Well, the thief is at my site.

What thief? The thief was stealing exclusive designs from goods. You know, this is shopping a red phone.

I don't know which one, but I will find it. Angela, will you come with

me tomorrow afternoon? You know the area well. Oh, Egan, I've got cousins visiting from the country.

What about you, Lisa? You could pretend to be my daughter, looking for a gown.

Sure? Why not? Great. Okay, can you make me a list, Angela, or the local places

of making so close? Sure, great. Fantastic, thank you. As soon as they walk off, Angela's face drops.

Now she's at her father's store. Hey, Gigi. How was your day? Good, Robert.

But we can't make any of these until the new catalogue comes out. Why? Because they're

keeping track of everyone who sees the clothes. If they catch me, it would come. Your customers

will pay a lot of money for these, especially if you don't wait. I know. Don't worry about anything.

We'll wait. Thanks, Bobo.

Faye and Rudy arrive at a fancy restaurant. Then he addresses the matredee. Hi, I'm Mr.

Missy Smalow. You take what you said it is. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

She gets up to shake Rudy's hand. Hi, Mr. Marlow. This is my wife, Faye. Mr Marlow?

I'll call him Ken. And I'm Enid. No point in standing on formalities. We're not at goods now.

Yeah, Faye said that the two of you have met. Well, Enid does spend half our money at goods.

And the other half, we fritter away. Sit, sit, please. Thank you. I am sorry I couldn't

come the other night. You know, see, I was tied up trying to seduce a new client.

Don't worry, Ken. Your colleagues did a very good job at making me feel welcome. Well, if that's

code for getting your pissed, I'm glad it worked. I'm going to show you I'm not going

to try to keep up tonight. I'm not sure how your Australians do it. Years of training, mate.

It's very modern of you to keep working after you're married.

Oh, I like to work. And very smart of you to marry a business owner.

Ken and I did it the other way around. He was a clerk at daddy's office when he spotted me. Have very modern of you.

Elsie, Talisa's mom. Justice Father Joseph started on the fifth glorious mystery, the

crowning of our Lady Queen of Heaven. Darren appears in the door, eight years old, wearing

red, patent leather stilettos, and his mother's father. Seeing I'm just

a girl who can't say no. And? Well, that was the end of the rosary.

Darren got the wooden spoon and I was sent packing. Oh, but why? They were my red stilettos.

Oh, I do love amateur theatricals. I mean, not the performing part, but I did love to

make the costumes. A seamstress? Oh, no. Hardly more like a home sour. Well, Lisa is always

so beautifully turned out. You have a talent. I should up. Elsie goes into the kitchen.

He's very charming. Are you sure he won't be a distraction? Yes, mum. Very sure.

Well, that's good, because you just failed two subjects, including English. She hands Lisa a letter.

You're always so good at studying what happened. Uni isn't like high school mum.

It's not as much about the academics. It's about the whole world of uni. People, the seam.

What would your father say? He'd probably be at the races and losing the housekeeping on a filly and race four.

Shocked, her mum looks disappointed in her. In model gowns, the spring carnival

is the only topic of conversation. Everybody who's anybody in Sydney is going to be in

the club rooms at the jockey club. I don't know how much about horses are. Horses.

I wouldn't know a horse if it kicked me in the head. It's about seeing and being seen.

Isn't it fair? I have been run off my feet this week. It's decided, you know, see?

I mean, you can't let an exquisite beauty like Faye out on her own. Yeah, I mean, you're not best, Mr.

Marlle? Indeed. Yeah. Okay. Excellent. I can introduce you to some of the fellas.

We need some fresh blood to go 18 holes with at the Royal anyway. That must be why he's

pushing our business onto you, because he needs a new golfing partner. I stopped playing

with him a long time ago. Hasn't this been a wonderful evening, I love?

I'll get the ladies coats. Faye looks uncomfortable and Inad stumbles a bit as she gets up. Adam?

You okay? Yes. Yeah, I'm happy we're done. Just a little flushed. As Rudy helps Inad

with her coat, Kenneth helps Faye with hers and whispers in her ear. I've never wanted you more.

Faye sees Inad watching them, and her eyes go blank as she turns around, pretending not to notice.

Later, Rudy and Faye are walking along the footpath.

It can seem very taken with you. Well, that's what you wanted, wasn't it? For me to charm

the pants off him? Yes, of course. They look very pretty tonight.

I'm surprised you noticed. Faye, I'm sorry I've neglected you. But once we signed with.

Hexen, things will be different. Is that what you want? For things to be different, for

me to be different, for me to like opera. No, Faye. I like to share the things I love

with you because I think that you would like me to. Rudy's about to get in the car when

he remembers, hurrying round to open the passenger door for Faye. She gets into the car, patting

his arm on her way past. Faye looks for Lorne as Rudy comes around

to get in the driver's seat. Angela. I know Magda. She's like a dog with a bone.

And she won't stop until she finds us. And then Lisa will know. I'm the one.

Lori Habibti. We'll close the shop for the afternoon. Farooke now, work back here, hidden

from your dog with a bone. At Lisa's house, her mum is getting ready

for a cleaning job. Enough is enough Dorothy, you're ruling your beautiful hand.

If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.

A talented dressmaker like you shouldn't want flaws. I love sewing, but I'm no better

than the next woman. Well, goods can never find enough seamstresses. Right, Lisa?

Distracted, Lisa looks up from her book, then stiff arm knocks at the laundry door.

It's the right collector. Morning. Morning. That's four weeks in advance.

I just wish they got to save in a bit of it. The sooner we pay off the launch, the better.

Lisa follows after Stefan. I could have dropped the money to your office.

How is Magda? Joining the new job? Making plans to revolutionize Sydney fashion.

Stefan stares off, looking deep in thought. Are you okay? Well, she won't answer my calls.

I can't go home, I can't go to her work. I know that if I could just speak to her even

for a moment, things would be different. Lisa turns away, thinking.

Sweeping past a display case with handbags and dresses on the model gown's floor of

goods department store, then moving round a corner to the main area, which has a cordoned

off section near some stairs and pale grey carpet on the floor. Over by a garment rack,

Adam is looking through the dresses. What are you doing? Mrs. Ambrose putting a wood.

I'm just a stock boy for now, but eventually I could become a trainee in sales.

This is amazing. I'm so pleased for you. Are you finished there, Mr. Conroy? Adam nods, then leaves.

Elsie goes to place a vase of fresh yellow and white flowers on a counter.

Now, the store is open and everyone's very busy. Looking worried, Angela rescorts a woman dressed

in a loose-fitting outfit. Is this how they're supposed to look? Magda comes over.

What is this happening? The clothes don't seem to fit right. Oh, it's the swing tags.

The small one has a tag that says size W and the big one says SSW. Someone must have messed up at the factory.

Or someone switched them on purpose. Someone is trying to undermine you, Magda.

What? After you. Thank you, Mr. Vida. Have we considered sponsoring fashions on the field?

For the carnival. At Harrods, we forged a long term. Mr. Rydor, thank you

for taking such a close interest in the range. It's going well. Steady throughout the week,

but as you can see today, healthy sales. Young sophisticated is the most successful range

and led this cocktail. Yes. Mrs. Ambrose looks displeased but smiles at Mr. Rydor.

They admire the line of women buying clothes. Things are coming together, Faye. You can feel it, too, can't you?

Maybe. Putting on a necktie, Rydie goes to answer the phone. Hello?

Faye puts on a large black hat with white flowers and looks at herself in the mirror. Yeah. Okay.

Rydie takes off his necktie. Who was it? The last- minute shipment. He needs to go out this afternoon.

No, Rudy, you can't. Hey. No, you were the one that said that we have

to hobnob with the high and mighty. Hey, the shipment's for Hex and I have to do it.

Yes, but you said it yourself. These companies have run by private schoolboys who do deals

over golf and football, and we finally get invited in and you're going to leave me alone.

You don't need me. Can I enter the door here? Of course. You can be in my eyes and ears

while I drive the truck. Looking disappointed, Faye heaves a sigh. Elsewhere, Magda and Lisa

step out of a clothing store. That's it. The free tailor, dressmaker, seamstress and rag

trader in Redfern. We are fair to live from the truth when we started. There were places

we offered to copy goods designs. The people imitating my model gowns, their workmanship

is equal to the best couture houses. We've seen nothing like this today. Stefan, what?

Don't be angry with her. I had to talk to you. Fine, talk. Magda, I love you with all my heart.

I have since the moment we met. I can't go on like this. I want to come home to you.

I'm not ready to forgive you. Not ready? Or we'll never forgive.

There are practicalities. I can't keep sleeping in my office. If you're done with me, I'll need to rent a flat.

With what money? I'm sure I can find a loan shark to give me money.

You're being stupid. I could borrow more, pay back your money. Then you could start again without

me and have your beautiful boutique. It was never about the money. If you love me the

way you say you do, you would have told me that you had this son. I was cut from his

life and forgotten. I'm sorry. I can't undo what I've done. I was wrong. I told you everything.

But who I loved before we met? But who I lost? You've put me in a terrible position.

Lisa speaks to Nadia who's carrying a new dress. Magda. I've got to go. Magda. Please. Magda.

Magda walks away from Stefan joining Lisa. At the Australia Club, waiters with drink

trays serve customers while Faye's at a table with Mrs Ambrose. Faye and Mrs Ambrose watch

various people dressed in smart outfits chatting and laughing with one another as they hold

glasses of champagne. Faye approaches the woman in the lemon silk outfit who's speaking with friends.

Hello. So are you entering fashions in the field? Excuse me but do I?

I'm from goods. You look absolutely gorgeous. The woman smiles awkwardly then Faye rejoins Mrs Ambrose.

Faye points out an older lady. There, the dreaded Mrs Fourside. My turn. Mrs Ambrose saunters

over to the woman who's in a green outfit. Mrs Fourside. Oh, I just want to say what a glorious hat.

Now you cannot possibly be on your own and dressed like that. Where's Rudy?

He's delivering an order for you. Oh, Ken. You can be so inconsiderate. I was looking forward

to showing Rudy the finer points of racing. Someone in the office must have called him.

I'm off the clock to go. Constance. But I choose to forgive you because I love my anniversary gift.

Smiling, Enid wanders over to another table, leaving Kenneth and Faye alone.

Don't worry. I'm going to cover you. Turning away from Mrs Fourside, Mrs Ambrose notices Faye

and Kenneth together. Meanwhile, Lisa and Magda follow Nadia to the Mansoor's shopfront.

My fiancé Frank is so talented. She actually makes all my clothes. She tries the front

door, but it's locked. That's strange. Angela's inside, but doesn't answer the door.

They're closed. They're never closed. I'd please. Nadia unlocks the door and opens it. Please.

The actor and Lisa go inside. They enter the workshop, but there's no one there. Frank.

Frank. Yes. Angela's father, Dewood and Farooq come out. We have customers. Hello.

All these we were, um, sitting dying. It was quite a right. Um, my daughter is to be a debutant

and we are in search of. Yeah. I was thinking perhaps something, uh, European design.

Perhaps I might find something of interest in, um, here. Here are some of our latest garments.

Some fabric options for you. Nadia. Thank you. Thank you. Angela's hiding in the kitchen.

Lovely. Very lovely. Well, Magda browsers, Lisa spots familiar design drawings on the wall.

These are, um, these are from last season. Perhaps you have something from next season.

I, I, I, I'm sure my name appreciates it. So we, you know, see guns after they've been closed.

Yes, of course. Well, thank you very much. Yes.

Lisa, are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine. It's tired. She started spreading my lining.

Well, thank you very much for your kindness. Nice to meet you. Thank you. Outside the shop, Lisa

and Magda are walking along the footpath. I thought that would be the one.

I actually am tired, Magda, and can't make my way home. We'll give down. We will. Next time I'll bring Angela.

Good idea. Get on safe. Bye. Good night.

After kissing Lisa on the cheeks, Magda walks away. At the Australia Club, Faye and Mrs.

Ambrose watch a woman walk past. Is that another one? I'll go.

Wearing a glass of champers, Faye follows the woman. Christina, Faye, seem to have a knack

for catching me at my worst. Is it your trucker boyfriend again? He blows home, he blows home.

He can't see me in any calls at last minute. That's for now. Sixes and sevens.

She drinks Faye's champagne. Wish me luck. After kissing Faye on the cheeks, Christina

walks out of the club. When she's gone, Faye follows her. Standing at the bar, Kenneth

notices Faye leave, then points at his glass and goes to follow.

Lisa knocks on the door of the Mansoor Workshop. Farouk answers the door. Can I help you?

Is Angela here? Gigi. Angela comes to the door. It was you. It was for my family.

Yeah, you've been lying the whole time. I haven't. Please, come inside.

Looking conflicted, Lisa hesitates for a moment then walks inside. Farouk walks into the kitchen

where Dawood and Nadia are chatting. That lady is back again. Could you leave us?

Okay, what's going on? Nothing. Nothing. Farouk, Nadia and Dawood walk out, leaving Angela

and Lisa alone in the kitchen. We did make the dress that Mrs. Egan wore, but I copied

it before I started working at goods. So back when you were pretending to shop, you were

really stealing our originals, please. What you call goods originals are copies of European designers.

The few details changed. Do you take the lookbook? We didn't make any copies.

I swear to you, ever since I started working at goods, I have not stolen a single design.

What about your sketches? That's what you were doing when you looked at clothes so closely.

A copying design so you could recreate them here. No, I wanted to see how the great designers

work, how they cut, how the fabrics are made. Trying to learn.

Lisa stares intently into Angela's eyes. You're going to have to tell Magda, I'll lose my job.

Standing in the kitchen, they continue to look at one another. Meanwhile, in a park,

Faye is following after Christina. Smiling Christina runs over and gets into a familiar

looking red and white car. Faye stares daggers at the car as it drives away.

Startled, Faye turns around to face Kenneth. Standing in the park, they exchange a knowing look.

Later in a hotel room, Faye and Kenneth are having sex in the bed. After they both climax,

they smile at each other and kiss on the lips. Arriving back home, Faye goes up to the front

door and hears noises from inside. Horsing for a moment, she opens the door and sees Christina

having sex on the couch with a man. Shocked, Faye watches George thrusting into Christina,

and goes outside and closes the door. With a haunted expression, Faye slumps down against

the front door, puts her hands to her face, and starts to cry.

Next time, Lisa reads an article in the uni newspaper office.

"Women who can ask a man out or buy a round of drinks. " "Baby, aren't you in a woman like that?

""They're looking right out there." "Is that what you want?" "This was an awful

mistake it should never have started." "Shouldn't be surprised that you're doing

Ambrose dirty work. "" Elsie, only my friends call me that.

""What have you got there, Miss Miles?" "Sady Chalmers is a part of the six driver gangs, huh?

""What does Mr. Radis say?" "I find it better to seek forgiveness and to ask for permission.

""How dare you?" "You've got ahead of yourself a long way ahead and it

just broke goods into debt frobutes." Dressed in black, Angela runs down a footpath.

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