All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s01e07

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Yeah? When's it all going to be over?

I'm sorry?

All this. The noise, the mess.

The hunt of Elliot.

There's a lot to answer for. I must be,
Miss Eve. You've been working so hard

trying to get this thing ready in time.

It ain't stopped.

I don't doubt it. Come to think of it, I
haven't seen them for a few days. Are

they all right?

Yes. There's not much to do before we
open.

I must go up. Careful, though.

Do you think it'll be ready for the
grand opening? It was supposed to be

week, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was.

Only Mr. Bunton didn't like the colours.
They're about to be done again.

Hugo being as difficult as ever.

He's a very nice man.

He charms you as well, has he?

It'll be open in a couple of days.

Well, I'll believe it when I see it. And
so will I. I'd better go up.

Please, after you.

Your needs greater than mine.

No,

no, no, no, not like this. Look.

Like that.

Watch it.

Beatrice, about the boarding.

Well, they've sent a court lighter than
I always... Hello, Madge. Watch your

head. This is Madge Howland, your head
sister.

Hugo Bunton will be responsible for all
this chaos. Please, to me... Miss

Howland, excuse me. About this court,
look, they can't get the darker shade

until after we've opened. I actually
think the lighter's better. Evangeline

agrees, but I'd like your opinion.

Shall we go through?

I mean, it's going to be covered in
patterns most of the time.

Now, what do you think?

Phoebe, do you think you could show
Madge? Look, you finish what you're

Mr. Pendling.

Now, you must be Tilly.

How did you know that?

I'm Madge. My business do know, isn't
it?

Now, what are you ruling out?

I'm just trying to sort out all the...
Arrange them by colours first, then

put them where we can reach them. All
right?

Now, Mr. Pendling.

If you tell me when the clock is, I can
start drinking.

I mean, I was asked to do a restaurant,
you know.

Mad on King Toad, like everybody else.

Can you imagine the mummy's tomb in
Darkest Bayswater? I said it would give

everybody jippy tummy.

Mind if I join you?

No, of course not, Penelope. You know
Hugo Bunting, don't you?

You did this place up, didn't you?

I dare say it's an improvement.

But if you ask me, it's a shocking waste
of money in times like these.

Well, between us, we're giving
employment to a score or more people,

Maddox. We can't have the workers living
in squalor, can we?

I'm having another drink. Would you like
one?

Go on, then.

Penelope, you must meet my godfather,
Desmond Gillespie. He's a banker. I bet

doesn't give a penny to charity, does
he?

I'll wait for my drink, though.

Excuse me a moment.

Lydia?

Desmond. Our pleasant.

I'm glad you're still speaking to me. It
must be, what, 18 years?

My dear Desmond.

Very few people are speaking to me.

Is that champagne they're drinking? Oh,
allow me to get you a glass.

Oh, I must go and be nice to my aunt.

All dargers should be put in sacks and
thrown in the box room.

Aunt Lydia.

Thank you. It's so good of you to come.
Oh, my dear.

It would appear to be the social event
of the week.

Well, we're very encouraged so many
people have taken an interest in us. I

for your sake, Beatrice, that you don't
give them too much credit.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Please excuse me.

I was sorry to read about Arthur.

Have you come over to gloat?

Merely because I fell out with Henry.

Give these girls your support.

My advice, Lydia, only my advice. You
never came to see us.

I didn't wish to cause any
embarrassment.

Surely you did not become a successful
businessman through strict adherence to

the proprieties.

Lydia, you are incorrigible.

Maybe I can ask you for lunch one day.

You would risk your reputation with the
mother of a convicted felon. Oh, hardly

a felony, Lydia. I would describe it as
an unfortunate weakness.

Thank you. Not at all.

Weakness is something a businessman
understands.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

It's because you didn't eat anything.

It isn't.

What's the champagne, then?

It's just me.

Let me get Hugo to drive you home.

I'm perfectly capable of getting myself
home, thank you. Well, let me...

Evangeline, go back to your party.

I'll be absolutely fine on my own.

Better, in fact.

I can't just let you... Look!

Weren't you surprised how many turned
up?

And I thought we'd ordered too much
champagne.

Was Penelope all right?

It's not like her to feel sorry for
herself.

I can understand it.

But she's so active, so concerned about
everything and everybody. But she has no

life of her own, Evie.

Well, she has... She has a lot of people
she feels sorry for.

That's not the same as having someone to
care for.

Well, what about us?

Well, as of today, we've our own baby to
look after.

I think Aunt Lydia was quite impressed.

She actually complimented me on one of
my designs in front of Mrs. Horwood. Did

you see her with Sir Desmond?

I'd say Sir Desmond could take care of
himself, wouldn't you?

I'm never bored.

That's because you have no imagination.

No, I've got more imagination in my left
earlobe than you've got in your... But

you're fed up.

Fat dowager. No, you just have to tell
them what they need.

To me, they're all beginning to look
exactly the same. The more you insult

the more they keep coming back. I'm
turning people away, Jack.

To be in the film business.

Actors.

They're worse than dowagers.

Prettier and more interesting. They only
ever want to talk about themselves.

Unlike you.

I'm well known as the most modest,
helpful -facing... Miserly.

I shall buy you a drink, Jack. Good
Lord, I love Christmas as long gone. To

thank you for introducing me to the
Elliot girls.

Yes, I saw you loitering around evening.

I was merely paying her the attention
due from any man of taste.

Something, of course, you would not
understand.

Two more.

Shall I compare her to a beautiful day?

She is so pretty and so bright, I do
admit.

Heavy winds do shake the greenish leaves
of May, while summertime is gone before

we know it.

I haven't quite finished it yet.

What do you think?

Oh, well, I... You don't like it.

Oh, no, I'm not saying that, Mr. Fox. It
just seems very familiar.

Of course, it may be that I'm a little
out of touch.

Well, naturally... Those people.

Ordinary people.

Not people like yourself.

Well, I'm perfectly ordinary.

They don't like novelty, do they?

Nothing too original to understand.

You stole it, didn't you?

Shh!

I was never very good at avoiding
detection.

Is that why you're here?

No. I was due to an unscrupulous
merchant bank.

Gillespie Tharion.

Gillespie? That sounds familiar.

Desmond Gillespie.

Really? He's got father to a friend of
mine.

Is he?

Then I'll say no more.

No, you can't stop now, Mr Fox. You must
go on, please.

Are

we

lunching in private because of your
celebrated discretion or because you

rather not be seen with me in public?

We are here because the food and wine
are, I trust you agree, better than

anywhere else.

I'm not ungrateful.

You were always good at bearing grudges.
So were you.

I'm making up for it by being nice to
Henry's daughters.

Charity. Business.

He made his fortune stealing other
people's ideas, Miss Maddox.

What do you mean?

I had a small engineering company.

He took it over.

Promised to build it up.

All he did was exploit the best patents
and let the rest go hang.

So how did you end up in here?

I tried to save my workers, Miss Maddox.

And if in doing so I had to resort to
unorthodox methods... You mean fraud.

The only difference between mine and
Gillespie's is he got a knighthood and I

got four years.

Of course, I can't complain.

I've cut many a good friend for less
than what Arthur put me through.

Ah, what's he up to?

He is a partner.

Naturally a junior partner.

In a law firm.

Naturally a minor firm. In, of all
places, Boston.

A very pleasant town.

You have visited it.

So I'm told.

Exactly. There's no society there.
Whatever.

I'd rather die than join him in exile.

There's nothing wrong with starting a
new life.

If you think...

I would give them the satisfaction.

Them?

You know how I fought my way in,
Desmond.

You have done the same.

Using different weapons.

Would you let them drive you out?

Of course not.

And nor shall I.

I'll drink to that.

And to the house of Elliot.

Do you mean the family?

Or those girls and their dress shop?

Lydia. They are known as couturiers.

Oh, I love the boldness, Louise. Brown
and red.

Blood and sand. It's wonderful.

Wonderful. Don't you think so,
Evangeline?

Well, I... Surely you're not encouraging
Miss Emily to shave in G .W .U. though.

Of course, interior design isn't my...
Nor is it Louise's. I encouraged her to

do these designs.

We need some colour and excitement.

instead of boring pastels and dull old
copies of William Morris.

It's a wonderful opportunity to break
away from the closed little gallery

Well, I do like your work, Miss Farrow,
but if I may just be honest... Go on.

Go on, Evangeline. One artist has the
right to criticise another.

Oh, I hardly know an... I wouldn't call
myself an artist. I've learnt a lot from

Hugo.

And he's nothing if not honest about
one's work.

Whatever I might just say, then.

I think I would find this a little
difficult to live with, blood and sand

sitting room.

My dear girl, didn't I explain?

I'm sorry, this is for the palace of an
Arabian prince.

Oh, of course.

You're not going sulky on me, are you?

Well, you needn't have made me feel
quite so small.

Art is something I care deeply about,
and a talented artist is rare enough to

cherished. Yes, well, I know I'm not
like this far. You have your own special

talent, Evangeline.

What is that?

I recognise it if you don't.

You're just trying to make up for being
so beastly.

Don't you think of yourself as an
artist?

I know what I want to do, and sometimes
I think I can do it. But you haven't the

courage of your conviction.

You have to express yourself in your own
way, Evangeline. That's the

qualification of a true artist.

I was rude to this, Farrah. Do you think
I should apologise?

At least you were honest.

Louise used to worry about upsetting
people.

Only when she started working for
herself, pleasing herself, creating her

standards, did she become enormously
successful.

Close your mind and your talent will
forever remain little.

Open it.

And who knows what exotic blooms may
flower.

I suppose you're going to say you've
seen all my films.

What I want is a completely new set of
photographs.

I shall expect them to be flattering.

You can be sure that... And in the
middle of a film, you will have to fit

schedule around mine.

I look best in left profile, lit from
behind. Can you do that?

For you, Miss Bailey.

Francine.

I think we shall work quite well
together.

I'm sure of it.

It'll be both a privilege and an
education.

With you as teacher.

Oh, no, no. It is I who will learn from
you.

You have a face that the camera loves.

Mr. Maddox. No, I mean it. I...

I so admired your performance in The
Stranger Leaves Town.

We filmed that in only five days.

Really? Quite extraordinary.

You must tell me more. You see, I
actually hope to direct films myself

I don't suppose, knowing how busy you
are, there'd be any chance of lunch or

perhaps dinner.

Mr Maddox. Jack, please.

Jack, let's get one thing straight.

This is a professional relationship.

You're not a bad -looking fellow.

I assure you I didn't mean anything
untoward. I happen to be a very close

of the head of studio.

Sidney does not take kindly to men who
take an interest in me. He has been

to ensure that they never work again.

Do I make myself clear?

Good.

Now, do you still want to take pictures
of me? Very much.

I'm glad.

I've made a list of the ones I want to
start with.

Am I allowed to say that you're very
beautiful?

My dear Jack, isn't this the land of
free speech?

Who was on the phone? Guess.

Hugo.

Sebastian.

Sebastian?

I like him, Bea.

He means no harm.

All that business wasn't his fault. His
mother deceived him in the same way she

did us. What did he want?

Just to see her.

Why? We're no longer related.

Well, see me then.

He's an adventurer, Evie.

I don't see there's anything wrong with
that. He hasn't been in touch since

before Arthur's trial. Why should he
suddenly telephone after such a long

silence?

You may have replaced Arthur as my
guardian bee, but you don't have to

like him.

Evie.

I just... I just don't want to see you.

Getting hurt?

Yes.

It would hurt more to allow myself to
get too close to someone like Hugo and

then lose him.

But I thought you liked Hugo.

I do.

Very much.

Despite the fact I approve.

I'm just not ready to become too
attached, that's all.

But you're ready to take up with
Sebastian the moment he crooks his

Just a day out, a bit of fun, that's
all. Do you mean you intend going out

with him?

Oh, do I have to ask your permission
now? Evie. I work as hard as you do,

Aren't I entitled to a day out
occasionally?

Yes, of course you are, but are you
going to be alone with him?

Don't you trust me?

All right.

All right.

I never realized how difficult it was to
run both a business and a family.

Am I that difficult?

No.

But no wonder Father failed so.

What if I feel sick?

It'll be like sailing on the round pond,
I promise.

I've never been on a boat, either.

What a sheltered life you've led,
Evangeline.

Not by choice. Nevertheless, it marks
you, doesn't it?

What do you mean by that?

You're afraid to take a risk, which I
quite understand.

I am not.

Then why are you making such a fuss
about coming up with me?

Sebastian. I'm not the Red Baron, you
know.

I know that.

I've flown scores of people across the
Channel.

Never had a single complaint.

Lots of them ask for me personally when
they want to fly again.

I'm sure.

So why don't you trust me?

I do.

But... Have I ever misled you?

Do you seriously think I put someone at
risk who matters so much to me?

Um... Are you sure it'll be all right,
then?

Why do you think I've been checking it
so carefully? No, no, I mean to pick a

friend on Sunday.

I can do what I like. The chap who owns
these kites relies on me, absolutely.

But didn't you at least ask them that?
We're two grown -up people, Evie. We're

capable of making our own decisions. If
you don't believe that... I do, I do.

Well, then what are we waiting for?

Nice little machine.

You wait.

Sebastian, we won't fly too high, will
we?

I won't even look at it.

Oh.

Not this time, anyway.

Jack, are you there?

Can't be a moment.

Oh.

I heard the door.

I don't want to disturb you. I nearly
finished.

I was trying to get this portfolio of
Francine Bailey ready.

On a Sunday?

It's all the same when you're your own
boss, isn't it?

She's very beautiful.

You think so?

She doesn't really appeal to me.

What can I offer you?

No, it's all right. I don't want to
disturb you. Not if you're busy. I can't

very well take a film star wet print,
can I?

Sit down.

Actually, I did want to talk to you.

Isn't it your pleasure?

Both. I could try and make us some tea,
though since my new receptionist took

over... I don't need anything.

Probably just as well.

Where's Evie?

She's out.

Jack, I'm a little worried.

Beatrice, she's nearly 21. You're going
to have to let go of her soon. No, not

about Evie.

It's about the firm.

I wish Tilly wouldn't call it a
dressmaker's when she answers the

It's a fashion house, for goodness sake.
I know it's a small thing, but it does

make a difference. She loves that
telephone.

She wanted to ruin the image you've
built up. Jack, we need more clients.

We have enough at the moment.

Well, when they finally settle their
accounts.

I suppose I thought... I don't know,
everyone seems so pleased with our

and yet... A word of mouth isn't enough,
Beatrice.

You have to spread the message. Art
Penelope.

Incidentally, she told me something
about Gillespie.

What? Some jailbird she visits says that
his business methods are, well,

dubious. Would you call that a reliable
source of information?

Perhaps, perhaps not.

Nevertheless, you could be a little
wary.

Well, I am wary by nature, Jack.

Surely you've noticed.

I ought to be getting these pictures off
to Francine Bailey.

I'll just clear my head with a walk.

You should think about advertising,
Beatrice.

No, none of that genteel snobbery.
You're in business.

Advertising's what sells things.

No doubt you're right.

Thank you, Jack.

For my invaluable advice.

For listening.

What the hell are you playing at?
Please, Roy.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Allow me to introduce Mr Roy Cooper,
manager of this little enterprise.

Nice to meet you, Mr Cooper. I think
your playing is wonderful.

You do, do you? What do you think you're
doing?

Now, Roy, you surely wouldn't begrudge
your best pilot giving a girl a treat.

They're lovely.

Not that damn tight.

They're really lovely, Jack.

Of course, it all depends on the fitter.
Oh, don't give me that, Jack.

I'm not one of your la -di -das.

I'm just a working girl who's trying to
make the best of what she's got while

she can.

Trying to choke me off with that belt
alone.

How's the film going?

Dory? Dink.

Monty can direct a whole thing card. If
it wasn't for Sydney, I'd have walked

weeks ago.

Studio boss?

Wouldn't that reflect on your
professionalism?

Hollywood's after me, Jack.

Why do you think I want you to finish
this portfolio?

We're ready for you now, Miss Bailey.

How many more persons do you think
you'll need?

A couple, sir. Good.

The sooner I'm out, the better.

Thank you very much, Tressa. Bob, would
you move that, please?

Right, everyone clear the set. We are
going to rehearse this scene first.

Yes.

My dear Beatrice, how good to see you.

Can I get you some tea?

Or perhaps something a little stronger?

A glass of Madeira would be very
pleasant, thank you. Dry, medium or

Medium. I shall join you.

I had lunch with your Aunt Lydia the
other day, didn't you tell you?

You've been so busy, I feel rather
guilty.

Her spikes are still as strong as ever.
I wouldn't let it worry you.

And Arthur?

Do you care?

I've got over my bitterness.

I feel rather sorry for him.

I think he thought he was acting in our
interest.

Our self -interest is the only reliable
kind, and he failed himself lamentably.

I never... Despite his and your father's
best efforts to keep you both in

servitude, your independence is now
secure.

That is one of the reasons I've come to
talk to you.

The assets realized from the sale of the
club are invested in guilt.

And the rest are in the shelves, we
discussed, which I'm glad to say are

in a satisfactory manner.

Nevertheless, things aren't going quite
as well as you expected, are they?

We're making progress.

I know what it's like, Beatrice, to
start a new enterprise.

It's always sensible to be prepared for
setbacks.

Stick to what you can afford to lose and
do not exceed it.

Even if you fail, as many are doing in
times like this, you have sufficient

reserves to give yourself a comfortable
income, as long as you do not dip into

them. That is not our intention.

You have a full order book?

We shall not fail, Sir Desmond.

I hope not, my dear.

Do you see what I mean about folk art?

It has all the virtues of simplicity
combined with true craftsmanship.

Well, in close, Hugo, there are new
directions which are entirely European.

Very silly. Some of them are.

I don't agree.

If only they're not to the past.

Not to the fake past of the pre
-Raphaelites, but the real peasant

People don't want to look like peasants.

I mean, would you want me looking like a
shepherdess?

Evangeline Elliot.

I like you just as you are.

Haven't you got anything better to do?

Work of that quality ought to be
appreciated, Tilly.

I've never seen it, even in me previous
place, and they had some good 'uns.

How come they let you go?

With what you might call a clash of
personality.

I'm the vendeur, you stupid prune.

Oh, you didn't see eye to eye then?

She only had one working and that never
saw true.

All right, girls, we've followed our
Prime Minister's advice for long enough.

Which was?

There are times when it is good to sit
still and go slowly. But he doesn't work

for the House of Elliot.

Tom, can you make sure that the bedroom
scene is being lit now?

I just heard the news. Jack, come in.

Who told you?

Monty? Yes. He's in 7 -7, of course. I
reckon he told Sidney's wife. I don't

care about this.

She got your back, I suppose. You'd
think I was waiting on one of the best

performances of my life.

Really? The new bed.

You know what they've done?

Monty told me they've replaced you
with... Iris Maeve, our poor cow.

Well, good luck to her. That's not the
point.

The point is, they've taken everything.

The car, the driver.

Every dress I had made.

Shouldn't have thought that was a
problem. I only wear original, Jack.

expect it of me.

Yes, of course. I don't care about that
damn contract.

I'm going to get myself a whole new
wardrobe and book my passage to

See that?

Could be worse.

What's so funny?

You are.

Would you laugh?

If I offered to fly you to Paris?

No. I'm serious.

So am I.

Good.

I thought I heard you. Sorry, did I wake
you, Bea?

It's all right.

Did you have a nice time?

Lovely. We went to Waxworks.

Who's we?

Sebastian and I.

It was terrific fun.

Just the two of you?

No, there were plenty of people around,
not to mention the dummies.

Where did you go after? We are not
babying.

No, Evie.

You're an extremely attractive young
woman, and being alone with Sebastian...

You don't mind me being alone with Hugo.

Well, that's different. Why?

Because he's more suitable?

He takes you to museums.

You are so Victorian sometimes.

I can't help when I was born.

I didn't mean that.

I just don't want you to worry about me,
V. I'm not going to do anything silly.

Like getting married, you mean?

I'm in no hurry.

Besides, you should be the first.

At my age.

Plenty of men will be proud.

Name them.

Jack. I'm very fond of Jack, but can you
see him as a husband?

Piggy. A bankrupt actor.

Sir Desmond.

Oh, Evie, his father's contemporary. No,
he's kind, he's caring, he's as well

-connected as you could wish. Evie, I'm
not interested in marriage.

Because of Philip White.

That was so long ago.

Besides, there are more important
things. Like what?

Well, if you spent more time at home,
you'd know.

It's not as if there's much for you to
do here at the moment.

Of course you deserve to go out and
enjoy yourself as much as you can.

I'm just worrying about it too much.

The business.

What else?

It will grow.

I know it will.

Dear Evie.

You know I'm usually right.

Well, often.

Well, sometimes anyway.

My lawyer says I haven't got a comeback.

I suspect what he means is that the film
company pay their lawyers more.

Damn the money. All I care about is
those dresses.

This is the last decent thing I possess.

I thought you were going to get some
more, mate. I've been around every

house in London. You'd think they'd be
falling over themselves, but it's all oh

-no -modern. We couldn't possibly
accommodate you in so short a period.

Quite still now.

Thank you.

When are you off?

Early.

Got a drink?

Probably do.

Nothing else?

I think I may have a solution to your
problem.

Which one?

Your wardrobe.

What do you know about things like that?

As a matter of fact, I'm a director of
an extremely exclusive fashion house.

I don't believe you.

The House of Elliot.

I've heard the name. They are, of
course, expensive.

How good are they?

They're good enough for the Duchess of
Ulster and Dorabella Fortescue.

How big's their staff?

They're small. They've only been in
business a few months. I need an entire

wardrobe in only three weeks, Jack.

They're very flexible. They could take
people on. But would they?

If you were prepared to pay for it, yes.

I told you I've been offering my money
all around London.

Very well, then I could introduce you to
them.

When?

Now, if you like.

So we're talking about six evening
dresses.

I'm taking Sundays off.

Four two -piece outfits and two tea
dresses.

People expect so much of one.

I shall have to take on extra staff. It
will be expensive, as I'm sure you

realise, Miss Bailey. On the other hand,
Miss Elliot, the publicity it would

bring you.

Let's not talk about money just now.
Well, I'm afraid I will have to discuss

money if we are to do the work in the
time available.

This is how much I estimate it will
cost.

Can you do it?

Yes, Miss Bailey, if our terms are
agreeable.

Finish in time and I'll give you a
bonus.

I'm always appreciative of good work.

Aren't I, Jack?

Always. Well, I shall talk to my sister
and we shall begin the designs.

Good.

Would you make that a bit fuller?

The hem's too short.

It looks cheap. I want it lengthened. Of
course.

Easily done.

And the sleeves. I wanted applique
cuffs. Actually, you specified... I'd

change my mind. If you've got one.

What did you say?

Look, if Madam wishes a dress... Are you
going to let her insult me? Would you

kindly return to the workroom, please,
Madge?

I shall speak to you in due course.

Yes, Miss Beatrice.

I want a sack!

She can live with the money I'm
spending.

Miss Bailey.

She was downright rude.

I apologise on her behalf.

I insist. We need every experience
tanned we have. Madge is an excellent

seamstress. We rely on her skill.

I shall make sure you do not come into
contact with her again.

Nevertheless... We have more important
things to discuss, like the matter of

your cuffs. The pique, you said. I shall
show you some samples.

Oh, Hugo.

Oh, I completely forgot. I'm sorry.

I meant to telephone.

We've been so busy. What's the matter?

We're doing an entire wardrobe for
Francine Bailey.

Jolly good. You can buy me dinner on the
proceeds.

I'd love to, but we'll have to wait for
two weeks. Do you mind?

Actually, yes.

Don't worry. I dare say I shall survive.

problem to the small of eating, Tilly?

No, Miss B. I'm really enjoying myself.

Better than sitting at home listening to
them, not mine.

Why don't you go and make yourself
something to drink?

I'm just going to finish up. I'd like a
few words with Madge, please, Tilly.

Madge.

I admire your work and the way you
organise the girls.

However, I will not have you being rude
to our clients, no matter what the

provocation. But she's only ordinary
like me. There's no need to give herself

air just as she cuts her dash.

That has nothing to do with you.

Miss Evangeline and I have to put up
with a great deal. However, we will not

up with rudeness amongst our staff. Do I
make myself clear?

Yes, Beatrice.

Good.

Now, I think you should both go home.

Long hours combined with fury do not
produce the best work.

Well, Tilly could do with the overtime.

We're just going to finish... No more
than half an hour.

All right?

Thank you, Tilly.

Aren't you going to ask what happened?

I don't want to know.

Of course you do. You're dying to.

Look, mate, I'll call you my friend.

I should hope so.

But I've known Miss B and Miss Evie for
a long time.

It's all right.

Everything's grand.

Except for one thing.

What?

She says we've got to stop work soon and
buy ourselves a gin.

Another poem?

No. Out of sighted poetry is not for me.

There's no money in it.

Are you writing about your experiences?

Who'll want to read about yet another
injustice?

No.

I'm writing a letter to my brother in
Australia, if you must know.

He's got a small business in Melbourne.

Maybe he'll have a job for me.

Oh, they say that there's lots of
opportunities in Australia.

The trouble is we aided each other as
kids. Yes, but you're both grown up now.

I don't have much choice.

Gillespie's made sure nobody'll employ
me here.

You're out next week, aren't you?

Friday.

Do you have anywhere to stay?

With my sister and her family.

Only for a week or two.

She's got her hands full already.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I was good at my job, Miss Maddox.

So good, I thought I could take on
Gillespie.

That was my biggest mistake.

Yes, but if you're as innocent as you
claim you are, then... Gillespie and his

sort have got influence everywhere.

People knew what I know.

What do you know?

I can't tell you, Miss Maddox.

But can you prove anything?

Maybe. If I get the chance.

Yes, but you'll be able to do something
when you're released, surely?

That's what worries me.

Gillespie might know when I'm coming
out.

I say, Penny, I don't want to disturb
you and all that, but I need to speak to

Miss Beatrice or Miss Evangeline.

They're around somewhere, Miss Penn.
We'll try to have them back.

Penn, have you come to lend a hand?
Evie, I have got to talk to you about

Gillespie, but since you have been in
power... I know, I know, it's nearly

But this is important, you know. Penn,
just a few more days. We really haven't

seen anyone at all.

Just, please, I'm upset.

Madge, Madge.

I'm not sure...

Hilly made me drop the plate.

Jack, do you remember what I told you
about Fox?

Not now, Pam. Look, he is coming out
soon and he is absolutely terrified that

Gillespie is going to nobble him for a
second time. I've got to finish this

blasted portfolio.

Everybody is the same in this house.

All too damn busy, Gillespie.

Don't blame her. I insisted on seeing
you.

That's all right, Miss Haynes.

Look here.

You know a man called Fox, doing four
years of fraud?

Fox? Yes, I remember him very well, Miss
Maddox. Why don't you sit down?

He's told me some things about you, and
I want to know if they're true.

And your interest in him is?

I'm a prison visitor.

He's one of mine.

What's the point?

He told you that I ruined him, and
you're worried that I might do the same

to your friends, the Elliotts.

Well, yes.

At least you're honest, Miss Maddox,
which is more than one can say for Mr.

I don't trust bankers, you see.

Nor do I, but then I'm a businessman.

Fox was a brilliant engineer and a
useless manager.

The company he started was almost ruined
when I bought it.

Please allow me to finish this matter.

I saved his company and his staff.

I made certain that his inventions were
properly exploited.

Fox, no doubt understandably, resented
losing day -to -day control, and he

embezzled funds in order to start a new
company with his old workers.

They, fortunately, realized where their
future lay and came to me.

They did?

Yeah, ask them. I can give you names.

I had no alternative but to call in the
police, otherwise the company might have

been ruined for a second time.

Right.

How is he, by the way?

His mind is still inventive.

Well, tell him to come and see me when
he gets out.

Maybe I can do something for him.

Wonderful. Thanks, Jack.

Only we had a few more days.

No, it's too late now, Miss Eve. She's
coming tomorrow.

Right.

Nothing. Hello,

this is Miss Elliot.

If Miss Bailey was supposed to have sent
us... I realise that she sailed three

days ago, but surely she... I'm sorry, I
do realise that you're only the maid,

but perhaps you could tell her someone
we might contact?

You've no idea.

Thank you for your help. Goodbye.

Evie, that woman had left without paying
us.

Are you sure there hadn't been some...
I'm sure.

We've been robbed.

You're not going to call the police? I'm
going to see if Jack has suffered the

same treatment.

What shall I tell the girls?

The truth.

Jack, there must be something we can do.

Going to the police won't solve our
problems.

But all our hard work, yours too.

You know, with that money, we would have
been all right for six months at least.

I'm just sorry I introduced that to you.

Jack, what are we going to do?

I apologise for disturbing you. Your
front door was open. Who are you?

James Vernon. I'm Miss Bailey's
solicitor. You have something for us. Mr

Maddox? Yes, that's me. I'm also looking
for Miss Beatrice Elliot. Yes.

Miss Bailey asked me to give you these.

Unfortunately, I was away on a case
until this morning. I do apologise for

delay.

Well, excuse me.