All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s01e05

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.