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Hello.

I thought you'd have gone to bed by now.

I'm not tired.

I was waiting for you.

I'm sorry if it's late.

How are you with me?

Interesting.

What was it?

Well... I had a sort of

proposal.

Piggy?

He wants me to share lodgings with him in Birmingham.

What?

He broke, you see.

Flat broke.

Poor Piggy.

All he says, everything's...

Gone.

Well, that's dreadful.

How?

Bad investments.

He's taken it very well.

Now he's going to do what he really wants, to be an actor.

He's got a job at the Birmingham Repertory Theatre.

And he wants you to go with him.

Do you please?

Can you imagine it? Living in sin.

Knee the water of mistress while he carries a spear.

If it wasn't so serious, it would be funny.

Bea.

I had a sort of proposal tonight myself as well.

What?

An unexpected visitor.

Arthur.

He expected us both to be in and when he realised you were... He proposed to

you?

He said his life was empty.

He was unhappy.

I don't believe this.

He was so creeping.

He was horrible.

Evie.

You can imagine how I felt.

He's gone too far this time.

I'm going to phone Aunt Lydia first thing in the morning.

Why? Because I think she should know what her son, your legal guardian, has

done.

Why didn't you tell me? To my own business, Mother.

Marriage to Evangeline. Have you taken leave of your senses?

Have you taken leave of yours? What?

Ever since I came back from the war, you've done nothing but badger me to get

married. You've tried to pair me off with every suitable girl in town. The

thing has become a joke. When it comes to marriage, I want to choose for

And you told Evangeline Elliot, a girl without a penny to her name and no place

in society. Mother, there's been a war.

Things have changed. You will not dictate to me anymore.

I thank you not to refer to this again ever. I'm going to work.

Beatrice has humiliated me because of your impropriety.

Apart from the stupidity of it, didn't it cross your mind that you're

Evangeline's legal guardian until she's of age?

A solicitor of all people.

Popping the question to his ward.

Oh, Evie, what do you think?

She looks great. I've come to invite you to the movies tonight.

That includes you, does it?

Oh, I'm not sure, sir.

They give me a headache. You know, at my age, they do all that flickering.

It's very kind of you, Jack, but we aren't in the mood.

Head down and racing for a brick wall.

Ouch. What's the matter?

We're running out of cash. Just at the time we need more capital for equipment

and for staff.

What happened to that nice big check that Piggy promised you?

Can't have gone back on his word, surely?

No.

He's now not in a position to offer us anything.

It's been let down very badly.

How?

Oh, Jack, it's a long story, but he's been left with nothing.

Nothing? What do you mean?

Bad investments.

We're quite worried, Jack.

I'm surprised.

Poor chap.

Situation's pretty serious for you too, isn't it?

I'm afraid it is, yes.

Good Lord.

I suppose my investment's been swallowed up already.

Jack, it was a wonderful start.

We just need more to keep us on our feet.

We want to pay you back.

She's had a brainwave. It is not a brainwave. It's a pretty dreary idea.

I have to go. Evie will explain all.

Goodbye.

Good luck.

I'm so pleased that you wrote to me after all this time, and how fine you're

looking.

Reading between the lines, as you must have wanted me to, I assume you and

Evangeline understand why I broke off my friendship with your father?

You discovered he was a habitual adulterer, and a liar, a miser, and a

To even me, at least.

That must have been...

Very hard for you both, having to come to terms with that knowledge.

I stood as Evangeline's godfather.

How did Henry explain why, quite suddenly, I was no longer a visitor at

home? He told us you'd been posted abroad.

But every year on her birthday and at Christmas, there were your gifts for

posted from somewhere in London.

I used to be quite jealous sometimes.

I don't believe that, not for one moment.

Now, as to the matter in hand.

Your kind of business, however praiseworthy, is on too small a scale to

my colleagues here.

This is a matter for the high street banks.

I have tried the high street banks.

And they turned you down.

Well, they turned you down because your proposals are inadequate.

Poor in accounting skills.

and inspire no confidence in a would -be investor.

You are asking men to lend you money with which to build a hazy personal

Now, what interest does a hazy personal dream pay?

If I were a man, would you talk to me like this?

Would you be so dismissive? Certainly I would. Far more men come to me with

impossible projects than do women. But why is it impossible?

Largely because you have no guarantor.

No one prepared to foot the bill if you and Evangeline go under.

Why should we go under? Because you're aiming at underfunding from the start.

I won't take up any more of your time.

Beatrice, I know this much.

You've got courage and the conviction of your abilities and Evangeline's. But

we're two empty -headed girls trying to make our way in a world of men.

I'm sorry if I gave you that impression.

Truly sorry.

Beatrice, bear this in mind.

Arthur Elliot has the reputation in the city of being a sound man.

Persuade Mr Elliot to stand as your guarantor, and I promise I will state

case as a personal gesture to my board members.

Agreed?

Agreed. Partners, friends?

I want you to succeed.

What I don't want to see is you nosediving into bankruptcy.

There's too much of that about already.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Beatrice.

I would like to step in again as Evangeline's godfather, and in a more

way.

May I call on her sometime?

Quite soon?

Yes, of course.

A little high, don't you think, Miss Elliot?

Lady Colfax won't have her hemline an inch lower, Your Ladyship.

Oh, let's make for civil Colfax, please.

Then, my dear, you are on the up -and -up.

Only a trim ankle and a good calf could withstand this blast of fashion.

The hemline will do nicely. Have it completed and sent round to me at

Southampton Square. Of course, Your Ladyship.

Good, good.

Good, good.

Such charm these small businesses have.

We think nothing else but of your ladyship's pleasure, Lady Finest.

Such loyalty.

Such nimble finger.

Good day. Good day.

Thank you, Lady Finest.

Bye -bye.

Spot catch, Tilly.

Save it for a rainy day.

Bea, you've got to make up your mind.

I know, I know, I know.

Well, whatever you decide, I'm with you.

You'll be rather more with me if I talk to Arthur.

Believe me, I can think of nothing worse.

But that man is our last hope.

If he stands with our guarantor, Sir Desmond will help us.

Yes. We have everything to lose by not approaching him.

Do it now. Make an appointment to see him.

No, he's far too sure of himself when he's standing behind his desk.

This calls for a personal approach.

And now, before I go off the whole idea... Miss Beatrice Elley.

Beatrice.

Unexpected pleasure. Please, sit down.

Drink. There is nothing personal about this visit, Arthur.

Strictly business.

Business? Then why not an appointment at my office?

Unless you summon us to your office, you are always too busy to see us.

Well, what is it you want to discuss?

We need help.

We need a guarantor.

You.

Then Sir Desmond Gillespie thinks he can raise enough money to set our

enterprise going.

Gillespie? You don't mean to tell me you've approached him?

Why not? He's Evie's godfather, isn't he?

Gillespie's sorority deals with national and international accounts, not with

parlour dressmaking.

He felt sure that at Evie's guardian you'd be prepared to act as our

And that when you did... Gillespie said that?

And that when you did, he would certainly offer our proposition to his

No. No, Beatrice. That bird won't fly. I'm sorry.

Are you turning me down because Evie turned you down?

Personalities don't enter into a business proposition.

You made that clear when you arrived.

No.

You came here to ask me to stand as guarantor.

But I can't.

Not for a project I truly believe to be doomed from the word go.

Evie told me I was wasting my time coming to see you.

And she was right.

Just as she was right to turn you down.

You're a man of straw, Arthur.

And if you didn't irritate me so much, I might even feel sorry for you.

I'm glad he came to help us.

Saddened up him being my guardian. If he had that extra control over us, he'd

drive us mad in a moment.

With all the silver lining, eh?

What do you think?

Not that bad, is it?

Take all the blame myself, I'll say. Written, produced, directed by yours

Sorry, Jack, it's very plural.

I'm just a bit preoccupied.

What are you going to do?

Whatever we have to do, we're not going to give up now.

What do you think

we've been looking for day

after day after day after day?

I'm going to do a double -man investment in Elliot and Elliot.

No, Jack, we've done far too much already.

What better cause could there be?

I can't believe it.

Why not?

Well, with an investment like that, then we have to do something positive for

you. We'll pay you back as soon as we can. No, Andy, I know.

Let's make him a director of the firm.

A film director, yes. A film director, no.

You'll see me at a board meeting.

Well, Jack, it's either that or we shan't accept you in more than generous

offer.

OK.

Run it again.

Dear sir, further to your claims to a substantial moiety of the estate of the

late Dr. Henry Elliot, would you be kind enough to attend at these offices when

we may discuss these claims and other matters both fully and confidentially.

I am, sir, your obedient servant, Arthur Elliot, solicitor.

Am I to understand that you formally renounce any earlier claims you made to

effect that you are Dr. Elliot's natural son?

Yes, I am.

I was misled by my mother.

Anyway, that's all cleared up now.

Your recent correspondence suggests otherwise.

For almost 25 years, Henry Elliot maintained my mother as if she were his

Bought her a house, paid all her bills, gave her an allowance.

Put me through prep school, rugby at Cambridge.

Spent almost as much time with her as he did at his legal home.

In return, she gave him everything a wife could give.

Love, devotion, the closest interest in all his doings.

I believe that to be true, yes.

Well, then.

Dr. Elliot's dead, but his responsibilities to my mother, as his

all but name, must surely continue.

A settlement. I want a just, reasonable settlement to maintain her in some

comfort in her old age.

Were those the facts?

They are the facts, and you know it.

Were those the entire facts?

then consideration would have to be given to your mother's claims.

But do you seriously imagine that Henry Elliot could have maintained your mother

and you in such manner as you both enjoyed?

On his fees as a doctor in general practice, as well as maintaining his

family and home in Highgate.

Now come, Mr. Pierce, you do us both a disservice if you persist in this vein.

Are you driving it?

On the pretext of a blood relationship with Mrs. Beatrice and Miss Evangeline

Elliot, You've tried to insinuate yourself into their lives. Well, at the

I believed I was their half -brother.

But you aren't.

And you now know you aren't.

So this intrusion into their lives must lead to the forthwith.

Ask your mother what she knows of the following gentlemen.

Mr. Simon Drew of Divisors.

Mr. Roger Dunlap of Winter.

Mr. Frederick and Eustace Colling of Kensington.

Shall I go on?

Let me see now.

Who are these men?

All current or former acquaintances of your mother.

What are you insinuating?

Any one of whom could be your natural father.

You have their addresses. Go and badger them for reparation.

I've a brief constable outside just waiting for my signal.

The doctor did more than enough in his own modest way to acknowledge his

relationship with your mother.

Now, this whole episode is over.

Take that lid and get out of here.

If you attempt to bother me or my family, and that specifically includes

Beatrice and Evangeline Elliot again, I'll ensure that your mother's reckless

private life becomes public knowledge.

Newspapers, Mr. Pierce.

Average for scandal.

Oh.

Bye.

Delightful surprise.

Ah, very nice.

A lunchtime visit.

Yes, well, the client failed to turn up for an appointment, an hour to spare,

and I thought, well, why not look in and see how things are going?

You must do this more often, darling.

Here, let me take your finger.

Thank you.

Yes, and what did occur to me, since my firm's undergoing its annual audit, was

that I might just take a look at the club's books. Cocktail coming up.

Something about the books, darling.

Prost. Prost.

Isn't it always?

Sweetest sin in the world.

Have you a gasp, my love?

Oh, I must have left my case in the office.

I shan't give you a moment.

Oh, dear.

The book.

Susie, as a legal advisor for the club, I am expected to take a glance at the

cast from time to time.

Of course you are, darling.

It's just we've been so rushed recently that I must fess up to being just a

little bit behind hand with the book. Never mind. A general overview.

On Tuesday, was it? Yes, Tuesday night, I decided to take the books and all the

paperwork home. And believe me, sweetest, little Susie's been at those

every moment she's had.

So they should be ready when, by the weekend?

Weekend's an itsy -bitsy tricksy, sweetheart.

This small person's been invited to a very large party in Deauville.

Oh.

Well, of course, you must go.

So, next week for the books?

Oh, any evening after Tuesday, beloved, and I'll be here at your disposal.

Now do drink up, or your cocktail will be getting hot.

What's that?

A hazy personal dream.

There is nothing hazy about it. It's all there in detail, and it's mine.

It's not a copy of last month's gay little number by Lucille.

Lucille couldn't design anything half as clever as that. But who, Evie, of our

existing clientele is going to pay for an original by you when we can deliver a

cunning copy of a Lucille or a Worth and at a third of their price? I'm not

going to copy other people's designs for the rest of my life.

Maybe it won't be a moment for Desmond.

The nightly address is for clients only. For heaven's sake, call me Desmond.

What a charming room.

Have you lived here long?

Well, not much more than a year. I simply don't believe it.

Was it for this lovely creature that I stood at the font and renounced the

and all his works? How absolutely delightful to see you again.

We'll have a wonderful evening together.

Hello, I'm Sebastian. How are you?

Daphne Haycock.

Daphne. That's a lovely name for a lovely girl.

Tell me, I saw you with that chap over there. One ordering thing.

Are you alone, or is he your man? The earliest daughter.

We call him Ernest because that's what he is, even when he's trying to enjoy

himself. He's a regular member here. Darling, he's a founder member and a

owner and director, sitting on a little goldmine, if you ask me.

Come on, that's enough of that.

Here we go.

What do you want to drink?

Anything, darling, anything.

So long as it's cool and strong.

Bottle of whiskey, two glasses, plenty of ice.

Thank you.

Bought locally.

Very locally.

And if you have a liking for stronger stuff... Available here.

Just close to the office.

Talk to Peter, prove your membership, and how's your father?

I might just do that.

Goodie, goodie.

Everybody else does.

I'm sorry that Arthur wouldn't be your ganto.

He didn't believe in us.

Like everybody else.

No matter.

Thank you for this, Desmond.

Can I ask, how did you become so successful?

Well, success is relative.

thought of a bit of school and university.

But the moment I'd taken my degree in financial support, I had to make my own

way in the city.

So what did you do?

I joined a firm of stockbrokers as a very junior member of the dark.

I watched and listened to my seniors and I began to know how the exchange

worked. There was money to be made from money, buying currency low and selling

it high.

So you think making money is more important than making things, items

need?

The creative part of investment comes from encouraging the right undertakings,

persuading people to put their money into worthy creative enterprises.

Isn't ours a worthy creative enterprise? No, no, Evie, Beatrice is right. It's a

fair point.

But there are other aspects to be considered. For example, what is its

potential? Don't you ever rely on your instinct?

A great deal of the time.

I've made substantial amounts of money by backing my instincts on enterprises

that were originally nothing but a vague idea. But I've also lost quite a lot

being guided by the wrong instincts.

So your instincts tell you that what Evie and I are trying to achieve is

to fail.

Not at all.

Don't misunderstand me.

There's a lot of luck in any business venture.

To succeed in anything, you have to have flair, you have to have driving

ambition, and yes, indeed, you have to have... Have love. Now, from what I've

learnt this evening, you both have the flair, you both have the ambition.

But you don't think we have the luck.

Not yet.

Don't give up.

I am still searching for another way to help you.

Thank you.

That was a lovely evening, wasn't it?

We're still nowhere near finding the finances we need.

Well, Desmond said he was still trying to help us.

Evie, your godfather is a wealthy man. If he really believed in us, he'd have

put some of his own money into our project.

Don't you think he was serious, then, about helping us?

Yes, I think he meant it. I'm just disappointed he didn't back us

Well... He's a businessman, Dee.

I did like him, though.

Yeah.

I think I would trust him, despite everything.

He said all we needed was love.

Please be seated.

Arthur Elliot.

Would there be anything else, Your Ladyship? No, I don't think so.

Oh, yes.

Did Mr. Arthur leave for the office early this morning?

He may have done, Mum, but I wouldn't know because he didn't leave from here.

What? He never came home last night. When I took his tea up this morning, his

bed hadn't been flicked in.

Not come home?

Why didn't you tell me immediately?

In all, 18 members of the Popular 25 Club and six members of staff were

after a police raid on the Soho premises early this morning.

Among those arrested were co -owners Mr Peter Lo Ching, Miss Susan Hoffman and

Mr Arthur Elliot, a prominent London solicitor. Oh, my God.

I don't believe it. Arthur involved in a shady nightclub? Exactly.

Shady.

You realise what this means, don't you? He can't be regarded as a fit and proper

person to act as your guardian.

Of course he can't. Or to look after Father's estate.

This could be the luck Desmond was talking about.

Exactly.

We're going to have to thrash this out with Arthur.

Did your livery dinner last 17 hours, Arthur?

What do you think you look like?

The livery dinner degenerated, rather.

Several of us went off to some night spot, rather.

I don't believe this.

That we went off to a nightclub?

Was it that 25 Club?

It all became rather lively.

Oh, Daphne.

Daphne Haycock and her effect were there.

All fooling around, having a high old time when there was a police raid.

A lot of us were there.

Sonny Barpton, Trudy Blount, Daphne.

Mother, we simply appeared before a bench of magistrates, that's all.

People are always being arrested in nightclubs.

Slappers and playboys, perhaps.

But not solicitors. Mother, there'll be no outcome to this at all, believe me.

It's over and done with.

During their raid.

the Metropolitan Police uncovered not merely another private club dispensing

alcoholic drinks beyond the hours of its license, but a club on whose premises

proscribed drugs could freely be bought for immediate consumption on those

premises.

I speak of opium, gentlemen of the jury.

I speak of cocaine.

I speak of insidious and invidious drugs that can lead only to sickness,

madness, and death.

I shall further prove, gentlemen, that the owners and directors of the 25

Club have been ferrying by the shipload regular supplies of whiskey

to the shores of the United States of America for an outrageous profit and

clandestinely.

Clandestinely.

since the sale and consumption of alcoholic beverages is expressly

the laws of those United States.

This is a trial not of careless and foolish infringers of some minor law.

No, what we have on trial here are three corrupt and cynical

renegades whose punishment must be exemplary and rigorous.

What I am afraid to point out, gentlemen of the jury, is that I am defending not

all three of the accused, but my clients, Mr. Susan Hoffman and Mr. Peter

Ching, two honest and hard -working citizens of this country who for some

have been running a respectable and popular club.

My clients have been criminally duped by the third defendant, Mr.

Arthur Elliott.

whose detestable adventures into drug peddling and prohibition breaking were

carried on entirely unknown to my clients.

Arthur Elliot is the eminence grieve, the power behind the throne.

He, and he alone, is responsible for the wickedness that has been so rightly

brought to book by dedicated members of the Metropolitan Police Force.

My Lord, gentlemen of the jury, emotional claptrap, gentlemen, is used

members of my profession when they know that their arguments are weak and their

allegations are without factual, provable evidence.

Moral outrage may be good for the soul, but it is no basis for legal judgment.

And my client, Mr. Arthur Elliot, has been the object of nothing but emotional

claptrap since the moment this trial began.

Peter Lo Chin.

You are an educated man, and once you were an honest businessman.

But greed overcame your scruples, and you began importing cocaine and opium to

be sold with no thought for the physical or moral consequences to members of

your club.

In addition, and contrary to the laws of this country, you exported whisky to be

sold to equally unprincipled criminals in the United States of America.

The Western world must know that those who seek to deprave and corrupt its

countrymen can expect nothing but condign punishment.

You will serve three years with hard labour.

in one of His Majesty's prisons.

Susan Hoffman, yours was not the guiding hand in this squalid enterprise,

but you willingly and with full knowledge supported that guiding hand.

You will go to prison for one year.

Arthur Richard Eliot, there is no doubt in my mind that you had any knowledge of

your partners.

illicit and dangerous trade.

But ignorance of criminal activity, when it's being perpetrated in a business of

which you are a founder and a director, is not a satisfactory defense.

You should have known what was going on.

You are a man of law, and it is criminal folly to allow yourself to be

hoodwinked for so long by your co -defendants, O Ching and Hoffman.

I'm fining you £1 ,000 for your reckless disregard for the reputation of your

club and for the physical and moral well -being of its members.

In addition, you will also serve 28 days in prison.

Lady Farnham, I thought I caught you just in time.

Miss Elliot, your gown.

I believe we had an appointment.

I don't know how you have the audacity to come here after... After what, Lady

Farnham? After the disgraceful scandal surrounding your relative, Arthur

I beg your pardon?

I would no more wear that gown than use a prescription supplied by Dr. Griffin.

I don't think I quite understand.

You'll have none of my business, madam, and I shall make quite sure that none of

my acquaintance patronise you in future.

It was not my cousin Arthur who made this gown, Lady Finehurst.

Whether you wear it or not, your bill is still the same.

Twenty -five guineas. If you relish another case in court, then sue me for

money. No one rushes on a business debt and just goes scot -free.

Are you daring to threaten me, Miss Elliot? By tomorrow, your name and

and the nature of your debt will be entered into the books of Messrs. Dunn

Bradstreet. Within a week, no shop or business will accept your credit. It'll

cash on the nail, madam. And how will Lord Finehurst care for that?

Get out of my way.

Lady Haycock, your ladyship.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you, no.

How's Daphne?

As I'm sure you realise, she and her friend...

was supplied with drugs from that club.

Daphne's been inhaling cocaine quite regularly.

But she is yet not an addict, is no thanks to Arthur.

As it is, Robert and I have sent her to Austria, to a sanatorium.

I'm very, very sorry.

I'm sure you are.

I don't imagine for a moment that any of the events of the past few months have

given you any pleasure.

You have failed with Arthur, as I have failed with Daphne.

Arthur's had one kind of punishment.

The rest will be waiting for him when he comes out of prison.

He's ruined, in this country at least.

And you, Lydia?

We'll lose your entire circle of acquaintances.

It isn't fair.

It isn't Christian.

But that's how people behave.

And I don't think I want to know such people.

Do we know any other?

I shall have to make it my business to, shan't I?

But thank you for having the grace.

To warn me in person.

Goodbye, Lydia.

Goodbye, Dolly.

Mrs. Gregory.

Yes, I understand.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Yes, yes, perhaps when you come back from holiday.

Of course.

Goodbye.

Thank you, Cousin Arthur.

Mrs. Gregory.

She's had to go away unexpectedly, so she's cancelling her order.

Oh, why don't they come out with the real reason instead of these feeble

excuses?

Well, we need the telephone.

Better than all those letters we've been getting.

Cowardice, I'll call it.

Where I live, we tell people things to their faces.

I just don't understand it.

Seems the higher up you go, the less honesty there is.

Tilly, we can be just as bad. How many times have we gritted our teeth when

customers have been impossible?

Leave them to me next time, Miss B. I'll tell them if you own truth.

Fine, Tilly. And then we'll all be out in the street.

At least we'll go out with a flourish.

I won't really do that.

We know.

I'll be thinking.

As times are bad... Yes, Tilly?

What are you trying to say?

Well, there's not a lot for me to do, you see.

So if you wanted to let me go, I'd quite understand it.

Tilly, the thought hadn't even crossed our minds.

Well, not that badly off yet.

Unless, of course, you want to.

Oh, no, it must be.

I love tidying up and making cups of tea.

Makes a change in dressmaking.

I'll get that.

Probably Jack run out of biscuits again.

I wish to see Miss Beatrice or Miss Evangeline.

Lady Finehouse.

Miss Elliot.

I hope I haven't disturbed anything.

Obviously not.

Not for me, thank you.

To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure, Lady Finehouse? I assume you

received your coat and gown. They were dispatched on receipt of your payment.

I am delighted with them.

I am thinking of commissioning another gown.

Something for the evening this time.

I don't think I quite understand.

That's quite simple.

I'm giving you another order.

I do not condone what your cousin did.

However, he is paying for his mistake.

Have you come here today to gloat because we seem to be losing customers?

want my business?

And if we decided to make you another gown, would you refuse to pay again?

I would give you a cheque in advance.

What is it you really want?

After you came to see me, I felt I had been somewhat hard on you.

You've had a change of heart?

Isn't one allowed to change one's mind?

Whatever your reasons, Lady Finehurst, I'm afraid we cannot accept your order.

We have our principles, too.

I see.

Miss Elliot, it is hard to apologize and admit that one was wrong.

I accept.

And admire your principles.

In your position, I would have done the same.

Not many people have had the courage to stand up to me.

Whether you accept my order or not is entirely up to you.

But my hope is that you will.

Good luck, mate.

It's been a long month, Martha.

You've had plenty of time to think about your future.

What are you going to do?

When we get home, I'll have a long bath, drink, change of clothes,

think of trivia, and I'll arrange to visit the theatre in the

back.

I hardly think we'll receive a warm welcome from them.

It's all about that.

But I need to keep one step ahead of the law.

Don't go. Go.

Damn quick.

Thursday the 12th at 11 .30?

Thank you so much, Mrs. Corral.

Goodbye.

Did you say Miss Quabal? The Maisie Quabal, Queen of Belgravia. And if she

our work, her whole set is here. Everyone young and smart has been

delighted by Arthur's notoriety. They're all flocking here for the latest gossip

and the newest fashion.

But Maisie Quabal!

So if you could just get yourself arrested, Tilly, our fortune may... Oh,

another appointment.

Elias, may I help you?

I'd be less than frank with you about certain financial interests.

Not, I assure you, dishonest.

Yes, less than frank.

Why? All in good time.

But since?

In the matter of the club, what I've never told you is that your father put

80 % of the money to start it, and I put up the remainder.

Arthur! It's all in the deeds, black on white.

If there's nothing, he wouldn't spend his money on it, except for us. Please,

please wait.

Now, because of the trial, my take in the club and more of my own money has

to pay the fine levied by the court.

But the rest, the interest and the dividends, belongs to you.

Arthur, why have you kept this from us until now?

Embarrassment.

Believe it or not.

Embarrassment. I just didn't want you to know that your father and I were

involved with that kind of world.

Oh, please, Arthur.

I was wrong. I was stupid.

I admit it.

What else have you been protecting us from, Arthur? There is something else,

isn't there?

I misjudged your ability to run a business of your own.

And so, as the executor of your father's estate, I decided not to disclose the

full amount of money left in that estate.

I don't believe this. In your own best interest, I then thought...

I set aside certain monies from the estate and from the sale of the family

house. How set aside?

In a separate account, attracting useful interest every day at that.

Without telling us. When we needed it most.

As your guardian.

I did what I thought was best.

Leaving us no say in the matter.

Arthur, tell me this. How much money is there in the bank waiting for us to use

as we choose?

From the estate, from the sale of the house.

But mainly from the club.

He'll be in the possession of some £3 ,000.

Made over to you to manage until Evangeline comes of age.

And she'll share its control with you.

If I told the Law Society how you've misdirected our affairs, you'd be in

trouble than you are.

I want you to appoint me as Evie's legal guardian and for Desmond Gillespie as

the executive father of his eight.

I'll see to it immediately.

And afterwards?

Obviously, you can never work again in this country.

I made one very good friend during the war.

He has extensive business interests in America.

He's offering me work as a legal advisor in Boston.

I'm sailing next Monday.