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Fine, thanks.

Good. Right, Andrew, check her over. She's off again in 90 minutes.

Hello.

Yes.

What?

He flew under a bridge.

It's a bit dated, Daphne, that vamp look.

You're not Cedar Bar on a leopard skin, you know. Think freshness, health. If

you wanted freshness and health, dear, why ask me?

You don't think you overdo the decadence a bit?

All right.

Freshness.

Damn. Now, don't break your concentration. Don't move.

Nonsense. Where am I sitting?

Hello?

Oh, Mr Jarvis, no.

Can they change your fitting to three o 'clock?

Of course I went together. I didn't last time, did I?

No, I'd be delighted.

Bye -bye.

Beatrice?

Maddox Studios.

Oh, hello, Fifi.

Well, I did pass the message on. They're usually quite efficient.

Here's Miss Beatrice now.

And there's a message there for Mrs.

Arbuthnot. May I go now, please?

Do you think we could get on?

Darling, second thoughts and all that. It's been such a lark, society girl, a

fashion model, especially if Mother doesn't approve.

Daphne, this is no game to me. It's supposed to be my business.

Hello, Daphne. Jack, I am sorry. Where's your receptionist? Mary is ill. Do talk

to him. I need to break.

Beatrice, a simple suggestion.

You and Evie seem to be in demand. Why not have your own phone put on in the

flat? No.

No, we can't afford it. Sometimes one has to take risks.

Are you just amateurs fiddling about, or are you serious?

Jack, naturally we do our very best.

But you won't take that final step, will you?

It's your life.

Come on.

You have talent. You should use it.

It's Evie who has the ideas.

I can only do so much, but I... You're better actually running the show, but

frankly, you have a head for business.

So make it a business.

An expert on women's fashion, are you? No, of course not.

But a great deal of women do pass through this studio. I hear the gossip.

Gossip? And we can build a business on gossip, can we?

Oh, well.

Be yourself.

Jack, I'm sorry. I know I get prickly. I still haven't got you over drop

-sacking us so publicly and so shamelessly. Bea, the man was exploiting

we're better off on our own. I know. Everyone keeps telling us how.

Well, I've made my suggestion.

I don't know. It seems awfully premature to be talking as a full -scale

businesswoman, but... All right.

I shall get a telephone installed.

Though the moment I do, not a soul will ring.

Mrs. Arbusnot will ring.

Mr. Maddox's studio?

Yes. Jack, it's for you.

You are the most unbalanced, irresponsible idiot.

And the best pilot you're ever likely to have.

Thank you, Mrs. Hammond. We shall have that ready for you by the 31st. I think

the Moiré silk will look superb.

Excellent. Thank you.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Ah. A sign here, please.

Thank you. We're connected.

Indeed.

Oh.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Hello, this is Flaxman.

I beg your pardon, a funeral parlour?

Yes, I definitely rang the virtues funeral parlour. Oh, no, there must be

mistake. This is Flaxman 1193.

Good heavens, they've given you the same number as virtues.

No, a funeral parlour, that would be so embarrassing.

Evie.

Oh, darling, do you think we should have done?

Your sister does take things so seriously.

Precisely why we have to tweak her notification.

Isn't that right, Jack? I refuse to be implicated. How are you, silly? They're

not working you too hard. Oh, no, they couldn't.

We're not going.

I want to sit around again.

Please, Pence, continue. No one will notice.

The chat is not that enticing. Come on.

I feel damn guilty about being here at all. A whole Saturday afternoon wasted.

And crowds of work to be done at the mission.

Oh, just shut up, Pence. Think of yourself for once.

If you don't ever have any fun, you'll get all dried up and horrid and lose to

anyone.

Do you never go out?

You know, dancing or dining with a man.

I like to wait until one is asked.

What about you? Will you be socked with some idiotic fellow?

Of course not.

Rudolph Valentino is the only man in my life.

I'm dying for a cup of tea.

I won't come up.

Why ever not?

I don't feel like Beatrice or Brother Jack.

But I actually wanted to talk to you.

Some other time.

Penelope, I've eaten the bun.

You've had a sister, haven't you? There are some things one can't seem to talk

about with sisters.

Beatrice thinks I influence you enough already.

Oh, Josh.

Penn.

Sebastian.

He said he'd keep in touch, but we haven't seen him in months.

Well? Well, I'm not sure how I can help.

I just wondered if he was all right.

I'd like to see him.

He's your half -brother. There is some family obligation, after all.

Beatrice doesn't seem to think so.

And she doesn't like me going out alone, so I... Oh, heaven.

You are grown up.

We just know so little about him.

I don't know what his job is, or if he has one.

The man is a mystery.

Well, he must have some good quality.

Very good looking.

Do you have his address?

Well, bite the bullet. Pay the man a call.

Work to be done. I must wend my weary way. Take care.

Penn.

Very understanding.

Me? Oh, yes, of course.

Pay the man a visit.

What harm can possibly come of it?

That can't have happened.

A week before, really?

Well, of course, we use our own designs, but something's going on here. Well,

yes, I'm sure, but everyone wants things very quickly. You cut the cuff on the

buyer, so you see just that much more of the arm.

It's rather dashing, really.

It's a bit funny, though, because it doesn't give you that much room to move.

Pilly, this is no time to sit looking at magazines. We're absolutely swamped.

Heaven's sake, Bea.

We have to look at magazines to keep up with what's going on.

Besides, Tilly's helping me this week.

We will never get things done in time. Of course we will.

We won't let you down.

To Mrs Elliot Establishment, Miss Watkins speaking. Can I help you?

Everything's going to be all right here.

I had no idea there were so many parties.

Really, we knew nothing. Buried in that house while Father was out enjoying

himself, my blood still boiled.

It's time we forgot all that, Bea.

Who was it? Mrs. Garbathnot.

Not Mrs. Garbathnot. My head is splitting.

Well, you did work half the night.

I'd love some fresh air.

Can I deliver those blouses to Miss Whittington's?

Well, all right, but don't be too long. Fifi Merrill's appointment is for

midday. Fine.

Tilly, can you manage those sleeves?

I'll have a shot at it when I think I'll be right if I'm wrong.

The point being that she never gets it wrong.

She's a natural couturier.

No.

Am I?

I'm from Russia in France, don't I?

What do you mean? What are you doing here?

You've not come to see me?

Well, yes.

I'm not sure that's a very good idea.

You once said you wanted to.

Come on, then.

Sebastian, slow down.

What, are you scared?

I didn't say that.

Why haven't you been in touch?

Not here, not now. Just forget everything for the time being.

absolutely no idea.

Flying.

You must be very brave.

Well, maybe we were in the war.

Now it's just a business.

Like working in a bank, except you fly every day. Every day to France and back.

You've got to be joking.

I'm freelance. I fly two or three times a week when they need me or when I feel

like it.

I'm sure I can do it. But she said her appointment is with Miss Evangeline.

So unlike Evie.

Something must have happened.

Do you want to go up?

No.

I'd love to.

But I shouldn't even be here.

No one has any sense of adventure anymore.

I really must get back. Wait.

There's something I want to show you.

It's important.

Beautiful, isn't she?

Airspeed 120 miles an hour.

Sort of like an eagle.

I'd take my life on her.

There was this boy growing up in a provincial town.

Not exactly poor, but mother pretty obviously watching over Penny.

And no father.

They say what you don't have, you don't miss.

All the time I had this sense of need.

I don't...

Boys talked about their fathers.

And then you found out?

Now I resented you and Beatrice.

There had been a father after all and you two had grown up with him.

We resented you.

You had the education he wouldn't give us.

We were shut up in that house and we were taught nothing of the world.

And when you suddenly appeared... I was not out to fleece you, Evie.

I just wanted what I thought was rightfully mine.

What were you expecting?

Tons of money?

I was.

But now... Time.

V will kill me. Evie. Please, drive him back.

Come on, Pam.

Bea and Evie didn't have your education.

They've got to earn a living somehow.

I'm all for that, Jack. It's just that it seems so frivolous.

What if society brats spend on you gowns at the show -off at parties would flee

half the East End for three months? My dear, solemn sister, people with money

will always find a way of spending it.

We don't exploit people like the jerocks of this world.

Jack.

Jack, I'm so sorry.

See? What's the matter?

encouraged her.

I do think you're making a lot of fuss about nothing.

We just don't know enough about this half -brother of ours. Arthur thinks

there's something almost shady about him.

I just don't want Evie to get mixed up with the man.

She is not a child.

In some things, that's exactly what Evie is.

Are you doubting my word, Beatrice? I have no address for Sebastian.

I'm sure Evangeline will return soon, and you'll feel quite foolish to have

worried her.

All right.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

I really must be getting mad. You can't go yet, Evie. I'm not your

brother.

Half -brother.

I've no relation at all.

It was my mother's idea.

Whoever my real father was, he deserted her as soon as she told him she was

expecting.

I suppose I shouldn't blame her. She had to bring me up somehow.

So she told our father that... That the child was his and kept up the pretense

as long as Henry Elliot sent her money.

When he died, she told me that he was my father.

But then when she realized we'd get anything from the estate, she told me

coldly that he was not my father.

I haven't seen her for weeks. I don't care if I never see her again.

Evie.

Can we still see one another?

Angeline?

Father!

Get up, come with me.

Your sister's extremely anxious about you, and with some cause.

Not at all a suitable place.

Do not tell me what is suitable, Arthur.

This is my own business.

I will not allow you to compromise yourself in this way.

I'm your legal guardian.

It's my responsibility to protect you as well as your interests.

Come.

You don't have to listen to him.

First possessed you to visit that young man?

He was upset.

He wanted to talk about things. He's practically criminal.

I think he's very sensitive.

I'm sure he did everything to arouse your sympathy.

That's the way such fellows work.

Evangeline, I'm not sure why you should treat me as the villain of the things.

Everyone was worried about you.

I always worry about you. Well, you shouldn't.

Bea and I have learnt an awful lot about looking after ourselves since Father

died. Beatrice is older, my dear. You're still my ward.

I've missed a luncheon appointment.

It's one o 'clock. Care to join me?

No, thank you.

I think I played cruel for far too long already.

May I speak to you in private, please?

So Arthur did know Sebastian's address.

Why didn't you tell Arthur what Sebastian had told you? I didn't dare.

Besides, that's for him and Sebastian to sort out.

Evie, how could you have gone off and left us, especially now? I know, I'm

sorry.

Time just got away from me.

I felt so... Free.

I didn't realise I was your jailer. It's all right.

Every now and then one sees oneself as others do.

The spinster sister.

The older one.

When all this rush is over, we're going to have such a good time.

I promise you.

We do now.

Piggy asks you out?

Oh, yes, there's always Piggy.

Peter. Arthur, you're early.

What's all this?

Oh, just some whiskey.

That seems an extraordinarily large amount.

Now, Arthur, we've got to stop up for Christmas, haven't we?

Yes, of course.

You just worry about the profit, my dear fellow.

Leave the mechanics of the business to me.

Here's your copy of the agreement.

Splendid. Coming in for a little celebratory drink?

I shouldn't.

Why not?

Now, those two little words rather sum up my general attitude to life.

Why not?

Are you sure you have enough of this fabric for Lady

Haycock's outfit?

Oh, Father.

Arthur! You're still working at this hour on Christmas Eve. What can overdo

things? Well, if we're to finish in time...

You come in.

I'm sorry, I can't offer you tea or anything.

I really don't, Tom.

How you can live and work in the same place.

It's like a junk shop.

I'm sure your father would never have approved.

Well, that evens things up nicely. A lot of what he did we decidedly disapproved

of.

The mother is still upset that you're not coming to us for Christmas dinner.

Well, we just wish to have Christmas by ourselves, really, to recover from all

this, thank you.

Is Evangeline too busy to... Yes, she is.

I do wish to see her.

Arthur, how is she ever to grow up with you fussing over her like an old hen?

All right.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

Do open it.

No, Bea and I will open our presents together tomorrow. This is rather

It's from me to you.

Oh, but that's not fair to Bea.

Beatrice is different.

And I bring out your protective instincts, I know.

Please.

Open it when you're alone.

And there's no need to mention it to anyone else.

I don't feel at all comfortable about that, Arthur.

Besides, Christmas is rather boring all round.

Evangelion. It's the greatest of family celebrations.

And family is, after all, the foundation of everything we hold sacred.

How can you say that to me, Arthur?

After the absolute sham that Father made of family life.

Oh,

Mother asked me to remind you about her little party on New Year's Eve.

Well, she didn't actually invite us.

Besides, we're otherwise committed.

Are you deliberately avoiding me? I have to get back, Arthur.

Have dinner with me one evening.

Just us.

Just to talk.

I don't think so, Arthur.

But thank you for my present.

I'd better be off then.

Oh, all right, Tilly. Thank you.

You've finished this up beautifully, Tilly.

Yeah.

Well, have a nice Christmas.

You too.

Bye. Oh, Tilly, haven't you forgotten something?

No, I've forgotten nothing.

What about tea?

It's for you.

And these are for your brothers and sisters.

And this is for your mother.

I don't know what to say.

Oh, and... I have a little bonus for you.

For all your hard work.

We couldn't have managed without you, Tilly.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Have a nice Christmas.

Those on the sewing machine are for you.

Come along, ride and shine. It's Christmas.

Come along.

I should be doing this for you.

Nope.

Thank you.

What about the goose?

It's half done. I think I've mastered that, haven't I?

Isn't it good to have everything finished right on the dot?

We shall get a reputation for reliability of nothing else.

Nothing else?

Already the divine in Italian, said Elliot.

Beefy says so.

That's so even with Albert, isn't it?

I feel really proud of us. We've made a very good start.

What say them?

Say who?

Aunt Lydia?

Arthur?

Edie, is that nice?

We will.

We will show them.

Hush the goose.

Presents later.

Ciao, man.

Who is?

Oh, Mrs. Lubbock, mate with Tony Todd. Ah, the demon Barbara Fleek.

I thought you'd make a very juicy meat pie. Huh?

No blood pudding.

Ha -ha!

Oh, is it time, Jack?

Oh, not yet. Take it. No, we're near midnight.

Give me a glass.

Penelope, come and dance. Oh, no, no, no, look. I should go. I promised him of

my life to see the New Year in with the mission.

Pen, what a boring thing to do. You're incorrigible. We all know Penny would

rather be with her poor homeless ones than here. Still, it would be nice if

joined just one New Year with your wayward brother.

Well, good idea at that. Ah.

Thinking wine is indispensable feeds the vanity, but doesn't necessarily help

the helpless.

Pen, you're hopeless.

Piggy, as a city gent and man of the world, what do you think of the present

business climate right now?

Ah, well, that new treaty seems to have settled the Irish myth once and for all,

so things should be a little more stable economically, and... Look, I really

don't know, V.

If we could predict the stock market, we'd all be millionaires.

Anyway, I thought this was supposed to be fun.

You have such good taste, Lydia.

It's the best of the new, because it sounds just like one of the old.

How boring.

I suppose that is the way to proceed in England.

Anyone else for a drink? You might get me something. My glass has been empty

quite half an hour. I do beg your pardon.

I'd like a widow's kiss.

I mean the cocktail, of course.

What else could you have meant?

Not what, but who.

Mother, I wish you wouldn't bark at me in that Wagnerian fashion.

You are leaving my party.

I'm not saying to watch you make a fool of yourself with that old man.

I doubt you'd prefer me to make a fool of myself with a young man.

Mother, what you do is, I suppose, your own business.

Thank you, dear. My sentiments exactly.

The new year is a time for taking stock.

I unfailingly meet my social obligations.

But this year, I intend to enjoy myself a little.

You're not contemplating a liaison with that senile old fool.

He'd be the laughingstock of London.

That senile old fool has a much better sense of humour than you, my son.

And he is, consequently, a rather good company.

I'm delighted for you.

Oh, Arthur, do not cowling.

He's a friend of Dolly's.

I may never see the man again after tonight.

As usual, you're making a mountain out of a molehill.

You have never before...

walked out on one of my evenings.

Where will you go?

I, too, am tired of being dutiful.

I've no idea where I'll go.

We've always seen the new year in together.

Time for a change.

Happy new year, Mother.

Thank you, darling. What a delightful surprise.

Susie.

You look very clever. Just try and see the new girl in right there.

Marceline.

Marceline, this gentleman has an interest in clubs.

event. What was the most significant event of this soon -to -be -departed

1921?

Einstein winning the Nobel Prize.

Mr.

Einstein downstairs that plays the fiddle in the pavilion.

Oh, Albert Einstein.

Oh, well, everything's relative.

Awful.

Me and I cut our hair and started to live. No, no, the best thing to happen

year, we got the sack.

Daphne, who knows? Could be booze. I want a drink, please.

Daphne, this is the third disturbance you've caused here in a fortnight.

What do you mean?

wish to make an announcement, rightly or wrongly, madly or thinly, I believe we

ought to get into business on our own.

Not copying others, but creating our own design.

And Pilly, when we do, you have to be with us full time.

Happy New Year!

The bank will

not take the risk.

Because I'm a woman, of course.

A woman is useless in business.

I see.

Look, I meant it when I said I'd invest something.

It's not very much, I'm afraid, but... Jack, are you sure?

I'm just sorry it's not more.

I'd gladly be your guarantor, but I'm rather small fry, I'm afraid.

Look, I can't.

You must.

What about Piggy?

I haven't dared ask.

He wasn't exactly sober that night.

The Piggy could provide your total investment and not even miss it.

Isn't it unfair to make someone honour a promise they made drunk at a party?

I know the man. Leave it to me.

Daphne? Daphne.

That'll be all, Charlotte.

Yes, sir.

Just been returning your lighter.

You don't know how lucky you are. I almost flogged it, dear.

You wouldn't have.

25 carat gold.

Could affect quite a few cases of old bubbly, darling.

I never know whether you're being dead serious or just trying to take a ride

of me. You're such fun to tease.

Arthur, you are really so naive.

Not that I can lecture anyone.

All that fuss and bother about one song.

I've decided I must drink less.

My doctor agrees.

Did you... Did you mention the club to Mother?

Thank you, Arthur, for being so concerned about me.

Very well, I'm concerned.

But did you or didn't you?

What is the 25 Club? May I have my lighter?

A drinking club, where the management, your friends no less, give parties with

obviously far greater attractions than we can ever offer here. It's just a

private place.

Who is Marceline?

Daphne, I see, left no stone unturned. And some very peculiar creatures crawled

out. I'll not discuss it with you, Mother. It's my private affair.

I do hope it remains so, for the sake of the family's good name.

He will be speechless.

Actually, I think you look terrible.

The colour's wrong.

Far too downy.

Oh, Evie.

I know I can always rely on you for an honest opinion.

You look lovely.

Piggy's a very lucky chap. I think it's time you stopped for the evening.

I feel guilty enough about going out and enjoying myself.

Don't be silly.

I'll just finish this.

Piggy's early for one.

I'll go.

Daphne. Beatrice.

Is Jack with you?

No. I've been down to the studio, but it's all locked up.

Well, it's after seven. He usually leaves at six.

Doesn't time fly?

Did you have an appointment with him?

No. I just popped in.

Daphne, come in for a moment.

No, I'm fine. Please.

Quite duffly.

Easy.

So cosy in here.

It's like a little doll's house.

I wish I lived in a little doll's house.

Another wonderful Elliot creation.

You are both so lucky and so clever.

It's too stick -making.

I'll make coffee.

Sorry.

There's nothing to apologize for.

I like that.

Thank you.

Do you know...

I admire you.

Really?

You're trying to do something with your life. You seem to know what you want.

Don't you think?

Always so sure and confident and strong.

Not like me.

Oh, Daphne.

I know I've had a bit too much champagne, but I do know what I'm

Dare me.

Sometimes I don't know where I am.

I just hide it well.

You must believe that. I still envy you.

And what you've done.

I'm wasting my life.

I've never had to fend for myself. I've had everything given to me and it just

takes...

Things can change for you.

If you really want them to.

Hello, hello.

Ah, Daphne.

Darling.

I'd better go.

Piggy, we could walk Daphne on the way to the restaurant, can't we?

Of course.

No, no, no, no, no. I shall be fine. I shall walk.

But you can't walk all the way home.

I'm not going home, dear.

Nothing to do there except get lectured by Mummy. I shall go to my favourite

place, the 25.

Home.

Well, shall we eat?

Oh, Jack,

tell me about your little financial difficulty.

Oh, no, no, no, I understand.

It's just that, well, on New Year's Eve, you discussed a stock market with a

southern man of the world.

Well, he put everything he had on one sure thing.

And sure enough, the thing went... Can you believe I actually wrote this

check out for you?

I'm sorry, Bea.

But I'm broke.

Absolutely flat.

I expected Beatrice to be here.

I hardly knew where to begin.

Ben.

I appreciate my position as your guardian. It's difficult for us both.

If sometimes I've upset you, I don't mean to.

I'd do anything to make you happy.

Anything.

There is, after all, so much that a man in my position can do for you.

Not only in legal and practical matters.

A guardian feels a moral responsibility, too.

I try to use my greater knowledge of the world and its ways to help you, guide

you.

I know that may sometimes seem like interfering.

Arthur... What are you trying to say?

Can you ever forgive me for raising your husband?

I meant what I said, except I'm not any broke. I have money.

And what will you do?

Well, I always hated the city.

Family bullied me into it.

Always wanted to be an actor.

I'm jolly well going to be.

Can one just become an actor?

Apparently.

Anyway, I've got this friend that runs a rev up in Birmingham who's offered me

a... Well, it's a very small part, actually, but it's in the tale of the

the tailor.

One whole scene, a couple of lines.

I think you might just be very good at it.

Well, I shall, of course, go on to bigger and better things.

Will you come with me, Beck?

I don't mean marriage and all that rot.

It's just that we can have so much fun together.

You know, living together, maybe working together.

What do you say, baby?

You're the nicest man I've ever met.

But I don't love you.

That isn't strictly necessary.

I mean, you could be water on the street.

And I couldn't leave Evie. Not now.

Not when we've made such plans.

You do understand, don't you?

You do forgive me.

Of course.

Arthur, we've been working very hard. I'm tired. I could see to it that you

didn't have to work again.

Not work?

What do you mean?

Surely it's obvious.

You're very young.

I want you to marry me.

Please. Please, Evie.

Marry me.

Never in a million years would I marry you, Arthur.

I think it's best if you leave.

Bye.