All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s01e12

Good morning. We have an appointment to
view the building at 10 .30.

Thank you.

It looks very fine.

It's a bit gloomy.

It's very expensive.

It is only a place where we can show off
our clothes, after all.

When we're properly established, we can
show our collection on our own premises,

like everyone else does.

If that day ever comes.

It will.

I'm glad you and Jack are friends again.

Yes.

Professionally, we're not off to a very
good start, are we?

Yes, we are.

We have the best designs in London.

And we are not going to resign ourselves
to second Beth because of that stupid

article.

This place is dowdy, dark, old
-fashioned and boring. We, on the other

not.

200 guineas the emperor to you, Jeannie,
paid for that dress? Never. And a mean,

a far beat from me to criticize.

But in the picture, it went a patch on
one of these.

200 guineas is so much.

Girls, I don't mind you chatting, but
you make sure the work gets done as

please.

It is grateful gossiping like that.

Don't worry, it's not about one of ours.
It's about one of Yolanda Mayne. Mac,

where do you find things out? Jerry told
me.

What? Well, who's Jerry to know a thing
like that?

He's a young man.

He's a bookkeeper. He works there.

Really? Is that the new fabric from the
printer?

He works for Yolanda Mayne, doesn't he?

That's right.

Good. Madge's new chap.

Does he?

It's a pity we don't know precisely when
her show is.

I can't.

Can't what, Madge? I can't go asking
questions about a rival house.

Oh, we wouldn't dream of asking you,
would we, Biff? Of course not. That

be most unethical.

I want copies of that Sable Boat typed
up before lunch so that I can check it

through. And I want a core book to Paris
before.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I told you I wanted more height, more
line.

I've cut it in, as you suggested, Miss
Hermaine. I've made it leaner.

You've starved it to death, Mr Wickham.
You've murdered it.

Lean is not empty.

Think of it as suggesting a potential
fullness, a secret flowering of hidden

extravagance. It needs lift, it needs
power, it needs mystery.

Look.

Oh, Madge, I thought we were going home.
Come in. Oh, no, I can't stop. Jerry's

waiting. But I thought you ought to
know, seeing as you're so keen to see

main collection. Madge, you are a
trooper.

So, when is it?

14th of next month.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Anything else?

Miss Evie, I'll see you in the morning.

Good night, Madge. Good night.

Bye. Good morning. What was Madge doing
here?

Yes. Do you know when her main
collection is? 14th.

Exactly, which is just as well we found
out now, isn't it? I don't believe this.

You made me bring up these dresses to be
locked away in case anyone spies on

them, and here you are merrily spying on
someone else. Jack, we are not spying.

It's merely a question of practicality.
I'm sure Yolanda May doesn't want our

shows to clash any more than we do.
Well, actually, I'm quite sure she

give a fig, but... Seriously, though,
what will you do? Can you bring the show

forward?

I don't know. I can work seven days a
week, 24 hours a day.

Well, if the show's a success, the
publicity might just repair the damage

by Victor Stride's article.

Jack, don't mention that man's name.

Actually, we're not doing at all badly
with the collection.

We could possibly bring it forward a
week or two.

Evie, it is not just a question of the
clothes. We still haven't found a

suitable place to have the show.

We haven't even begun to think about
mannequins. I think I may be able to

you, though.

Remember, I have some very lovely
honorables in my files.

Honorables? You're selling to the
aristocracy. You use the aristocracy to

the goods.

If we make our show two weeks before the
14th, how does that sound for you?

Well, it sounds very frightening to me,
but I don't think we have that much

time.

I'll tell the others.

Morning, ladies.

Good morning.

May I have your attention, please? I
have a small announcement to make.

Evie and I have decided to bring the
show forward by two weeks to the 30th of

this month.

Now, I know this means we work all
hours, but I think we can do it.

And we will be paying a bonus for the
extra effort involved.

So, I shan't hold you up any longer.

I don't believe it. What's that?

It's your magazine, isn't it?

And despite the malicious and ill
-founded rumors of recent weeks... we

certain that the House of Elliot will
prove to be a welcome and worthy

to fashionable London.

Who wrote that?

That's just it. Victor Stride wrote it.
No. Let me see.

I don't know why, and I don't know... He
has gone back on virtually everything

he's said in so many... Shh!

Well, he couldn't have come at a better
time.

Why has he changed his tune like this?

Why does it matter?

I'm not sure. Victor Stride has an
impressive reputation to maintain.

He does himself no favours by
contradicting himself publicly like

Maybe he realised we were just too
important to write off because of some

imaginary scandal.

Well, I'm not sure about that.

But whatever.

We have to be ready on time.

Stop being so sensitive.

I didn't say you were obviously losing
interest in a poor and needy. I said

disenchantment with a mission was
beginning to show.

All right.

I'm sorry.

I always get bad -tempered when I'm
feeling guilty.

Yes, I know.

I just wish there was something I could
say to make you feel less.

You're not a saint, Penelope.

You're allowed to become miserable and
frustrated and disillusioned.

What you need is a change.

Well, and what would you suggest?

I'll go gallivanting off to Africa, you
know, at the drop of a hat.

Why not?

I beg your pardon? I said, why not?

What's stopping you from doing exactly
that?

Why, I couldn't. Well, of course you
could.

You could come and teach at the school
attached to the Tanganyika Mission. Now,

that would be a change.

Give me one good reason why you
shouldn't.

So, when I was looking through my
portfolio, naturally, the first face I

to was yours.

You're the most frightful liar, Jack.

But I do appreciate the flattery.

How would you feel about modelling one
or two of the Elliot collection, Miss

Crawford? I don't know. It's not
something I've ever considered before.

You would look quite splendid in some of
the dresses.

Yes, I'm sure I would.

Who else have you embroiled in your
scheme?

So far, there's Anthea Fitzgibbon,
Jessica Hollingborn... Oh, I'll do it if

will. She's terribly jolly. You'll do
it? Now, Jack, I said I'd do it if Jess

Hollingborn did. Let me talk to her
first.

Oh, and to Mother.

I'll let you know in the next day or so.

Sure. Thank you very much. It's so nice
to have met you. Bye. I'll see you out.

Oh, don't worry. I'll find my own way.

Bye. Bye -bye.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Very lovely.

There you are. You see, that's four
already. I told you there wouldn't be a

problem. Thank you, Jack.

No, I must go.

Eve and I have to look at another hall.

Later, then.

Well, I'll have to see how it goes.

House of Elliot?

Speaking.

Oh, hello.

Yes, I did read it as a matter of fact,
Mrs Dryden.

Well, it was certainly less offensive
than your previous article.

May I ask why?

Yes, all right.

No, I think it would be better if you
came here.

Yes, that would suit us.

All right.

Goodbye.

Wow, wow. What was that?

That was Victor Stride. He's coming to
see us.

He's what?

Come along.

Or we'll be late.

It's ideal.

Light.

Spacia.

Perfect venue for the magnificent Elliot
Collection.

Everyone will come.

Oh, Jack will love this place. I must
bring him to see it.

Well, why didn't you? Why didn't you ask
him to come with us?

Because I am trying to keep Jack and
work separate at the moment.

Well, it's a bit late for that, isn't
it?

Jack's just as involved as we are. Eve,
you know what I mean. No, I don't.

If you ask my opinion... Which I'm not.

The sooner you and Jack get married, the
better.

Well, because then you can stop worrying
about it and concentrate on more

important things.

You!

Don't dance. I did the pointer. Who were
you expecting?

No one.

Are you going to let me in?

And I arrived at some inopportune
moment.

No, not really.

Just a bit hush -hush, that's all. You
could have been anyone.

Are you feeling all right?

I'm photographing the dresses for B &E's
collection.

It's terribly important that no -one
sees them before the big day.

Why? In case they copy them, of course.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I thought when you said important, you
meant important, not fraught.

It is important to them, Pam.

Oh, I suppose.

It makes me so mad, all this hair and
attention lavished on so much nonsense.

I've said it before and I... You
certainly have.

I don't apologise, you know. I don't
regret one single word I said at that

charity circus.

Come on, I'm not asking you to.

I am on your side, you know, Pam.

Are you?

Of course I am.

I mean, are you really?

Is there something I ought to know
about?

I don't know.

Come on, Pam, tell me what's happened.

I'm just sick of it, Jack.

I am just sick to death of the whole
ghastly charity charade in this country.

And I'm terrified that if I stay, I am
just going to stop caring altogether.

What do you mean, if you stay?

I'm thinking of leaving the country.

Robert Adams has offered me a teaching
post at his new mission.

Yes? Where's this?

Africa.

Africa?

Oh, come on, Pen, you know you'd hate it
there. Everything that moves growls at

you, including the spiders.

You're not furious, are you?

I don't know.

I look around me at a few reasons I can
find for staying.

What about your mission?

It's not my mission any more. It's all
up and running. They don't need me.

When would you go if you did decide to
leave?

I don't know. Why?

Well, it's just that, um...

Some things might be happening here you
might like to stay and see.

You mean between you and Beatrice?

Perhaps. Trying to blackmail me today?

No, of course not. I think the whole
idea is absurd.

But I would ask you to think a little
more seriously before you go dashing off

to the dark continent.

Now, will you do that for me, please?

The second post has just arrived,
milady.

Oh, how funny.

I was just writing to Arthur.

I'll take my lunch in here today, in
about half an hour. Yes, ma 'am. Thank

Charlotte.

I know the article in Soigné had my name
on it, but I honestly did not write it.

I don't think anyone honestly wrote at
all, Mr. Stride.

It was the most scurrilous piece of
scandal -mongering I've ever read.

I can only apologize.

I think we would prefer it if Soignet
apologized, as publicly as it denounced

us. That, I'm afraid, is out of my
hands.

Why? I don't write for them anymore.

I could hardly stay after that, could I?
After all, it's not just your

reputation at stake. It's mine as well,
and I have no wish to be associated with

that kind of journalism.

Neither do we.

Which is why I went to Couture magazine
and persuaded them to let me set the

record straight.

I hope it didn't take too much effort.
Bee, we did appreciate the article,

Victor.

Are you writing exclusively for them
now?

Yes.

And Couture magazine would like the
exclusive rights to feature the first

collection of the House of Elliot.

Would they indeed?

Bee, that is wonderful.

Why? I don't know about wonderful, but
it's certainly a good way to become a

household name.

And you promised them they could have
those rights.

You're not objecting to the feature,
surely?

What I'm objecting to is being presented
with this.

The publicising of our first collection
is something my sister and I would have

to consider very carefully.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have
some work I must finish.

Evie will see you out.

Good evening, Miss Dry. Thank you so
much for calling.

after that second article. I think you'd
better leave.

Look, why don't you leave it to me?

Be still very upset about the whole
thing.

I'll talk to her about it, yeah.

Of course I don't object to Arthur
marrying.

Now, I'm delighted that his family got
round to it.

Then what is it, champagne?

It is merely that when I think of all
the eminently suitable young ladies I

introduced him to, he chooses to marry
an American.

Will you go over for the wedding then?
Yes, of course.

I hear Boston is delightful in the
spring and relatively civilized.

But... But what?

Arthur has suggested that I consider
staying there.

What, for good?

Whatever that may mean, yes.

Does the idea appeal to you?

Oh, Desmond, I don't know.

My first reaction was to say no. I
couldn't possibly leave England and all

friends. My whole life, I suppose.

Then I thought, what life?

What friends, for that matter?

Oh, come, come, Lydia. Self -pity is
most unbecoming.

Is that what I am, self -pitying?

Sometimes.

And you do have friends.

You?

Of course.

Well, as a friend, tell me what you
think I should do.

I think you must make up your own mind,
my dear.

I would be no friend at all if I tried
to do it for you.

Miss Elliot, the collection is now
complete.

Ladies and Jack, first things first.

All of you, thank you.

We've all worked like Trojans against a
very short deadline.

And Evie and I are delighted with the
results.

You'll see just how much when you open
your paychecks.

But the rest of the world thinks that
the House of Elliot remains to be seen

the 30th. For now, eternal.

The House of Elliot.

The House of Elliot!

Now you know better than to ask for
details at this stage.

Suffice to say that Yolande Maine will
continue to surprise, delight and guide

the discriminating woman in her search
for fashionable elegance.

Of course you may quote me, that's why I
said it.

I'm so sorry.

Do forgive me. We've all been under the
most tremendous pressure.

Last -minute nerves, you know?

Thank you.

And I look forward to seeing you too.

Goodbye.

Beatrice, are we going to allow Victor
to write that feature for Couture?

I don't know, are we?

Well, I think we should.

Why?

Well, because as he said, can you think
of a better way of becoming a household

name?

I just wished I liked a man better,
that's all.

Oh, Bea, you don't have to like him. You
just have to appreciate the value of

his work.

As you do.

Of course.

We do need the publicity.

Shall I go and see him then?

All right.

Good. On second thoughts, perhaps I
should.

As the elder Elliot, you understand.

Patrice... It's one of Lucille's early
models.

I covered her first London show, you
know.

Really? Actually, Lucille more or less
invented the fashion show in this

country.

Did you know she was on the Titanic?

No. One of the few survivors.

And who's this, Valence?

You'll land her name.

You really have worked with them all,
haven't you?

And now, the house of Elliot.

I must say that I'm delighted you've
agreed to the feature.

And what a little relief.

Well, we're just grateful for your
interest.

Come, then.

Tell me all about it.

What may we expect from the first Elliot
collection?

Dresses.

And, uh...

Do we have an overall theme?

Are we expanding a new line?

A colour, perhaps?

Well... Ah, don't tell me you've joined
the throng, delving into the tomb of

Tutankhamun for inspiration.

No. Perhaps then you're siding with the
avant -garde.

Modernist, even.

Perhaps. Oh, Evie!

How do you expect me to write a feature
on you when you won't tell me anything?

You're not supposed to write the feature
until after the show.

It won't be published until after the
show.

Promise? But I do need to start writing
it very soon.

Pinks, riots of fuchsia and rose.

Victor.

Blue, then.

The cool hues of an English summer
evening.

I'm not saying a thing.

Very well.

Keep your secrets. I shall contact the
illustrator and tell him... May I stand

by? Oh, I was... Ah, yes, Evie, it's one
thing keeping me in the dark, but we do

have to illustrate your designs at some
point.

No, but I'd rather assume that we use
Jack Maddox's photographs to illustrate

the collecting rather than sketches.

Oh, yes, yes.

Yes, he's been doing them as we go
along. He's terribly good. I don't doubt

Well, I suppose I'd better go. I only
came to tell you of our decision.

I'm thrilled that you did.

Um...

Actually, it's nearly lunchtime.

I was just wondering if perhaps... Oh,

dear Evie, I'd love to.

But, as you can see, no rest for the
wicked.

Of course.

All right.

Goodbye.

Did you get a chance to pass on my
script to Benedict Elson? Yes, I did.

And is he going to put more money in my
company?

Well, that depends on you.

But he's very impressed with what he's
seen so far. That much I can tell you.

I do still want to meet him. When did
you say he's back in the country?

Towards the end of January, I think.
That gives you time to polish up the

script.

A lot easier when the show's over.

Ah, that reminds me. I saw your Aunt
Lydia the other day.

I think she'd appreciate an invitation.

Of course.

It's already been sent.

Good. It's a little bit low at the
moment. I think this will cheer her up.

And Aunt Lydia will be sitting there
like the Queen of Hearts, telling

how she, in fact, designed all the gowns
herself, and threatening to chop off

everybody's head if they dare to argue
with her.

Still, it won't hurt us, will it?

I wish it didn't have to be.

I know.

Put it down.

Now go home.

Don't think either way. Life is very
exciting. Thanks so much. Bye.

There she is.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here. It looks
absolutely wonderful, Beatrice.

Congratulations. Oh, congratulate her
afterwards, if it goes all right.

Lydia, I deserve to see her in front,
next to the boat of the Harley.

How kind.

Oh, look, there's Mrs. White.

And Lady Bennet.

What are you feeling?

Wonderful.

The great and the good in flesh.

Time to get started.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Hello. Penelope.

But I thought that you... I know.

Tell Evie that I'm here, would you, and
tell her... Well, you know.

I will.

Well, I suppose we'd better get you a
seat.

One word, please.

Ready? As will ever be.

Here goes.

Good luck. My Lord,

ladies and gentlemen.

tunic in pale blue shot taffeta,
wonderfully coloured with a mesh of

and embroideries in silk and pearl.

Nightfall on the silver sea.

Goddess of silver woolly and Indian
embroidery highlights this blue gown,

a waterfall of satin goes down the gulf,
the fool of Walter's thoughts.

Nocturne in blue and gold.

This gold -pleated tunic is clouded by
wings of blue -green ombre chiffon,

embellished by a border of gold stencil
lace.

What is going on?

I'm leaving already, Miss Hermaine.

This show holds no interest for me. Why
should it? I'm familiar with the gardens

already. Adorned by the grace of Hume
and Pallet.

I don't understand.

Then let me explain.

Everything that you have seen today,
every fold, every neckline, every single

idea has been borrowed from my
collection.

The fabrics, the colors, the shapes.

That's a terrible accusation.

It's a terrible thing to do.

You may come to my office and see the
designs for yourselves, if you like.

When? Oh, tomorrow.

In the morning.

Stay and see the rest of the charade
first.

Good day.

Mother and her friends clapped
tremendously hard.

Everybody just loved the show, honestly.

Well, I suppose we'd better go out there
and say our thank yous to people.

All right.

May we come in?

This is Mr Stevenson from the Daily
Sketch.

Could you please wait till we've
finished?

Yes, of course. I just wanted your
reaction to Yolanda Germain's

What accusations?

She says the House of Elliot has
plagiarized her own collection, Lock,

Barrel. What?

And good day to you, too.

Did you speak to your lad? No, I got
some horrid woman saying that all

communications between the houses of
Elliot and Hermione must be held to

respective solicitors. Oh,

Jack, not more articles, surely?

She seems to have told her story to
every newspaper in London.

I don't believe it.

It's our midnight nocturne, and she's
called it her dark angel.

The waist is slightly different. By
about two stitches, yes.

Jack, this is a nightmare. How can it
have happened?

I don't know. I really don't.

It is possible for two people to come up
with similar ideas at the same time?

Similar, perhaps, but not identical.

There are terrible thoughts going
through my mind.

It's all so very disappointing.

You sound as though you think there may
be some truth in these ridiculous

allegations.

I'm hardly in a position to judge, am I?

After all, I know very little of their
professional circle, and it's a

considerable time since I was in any way
close to Beatrice and Evangeline.

Those dreadful articles.

They hurt them a great deal more than
they hurt you, Lydia.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry.

I truly wish for their sake that none of
this had happened.

But all the same...

I've made up my mind about Arthur's
invitation, by the way. Oh, yes?

I shall go over for the wedding and stay
for three months.

If I like it, I shall consider staying
on.

If not, I shall have lost nothing, shall
I?

Edging your bets as usual, Lydia?

Do you expect any less of me?

No, not really.

Did I tell you that Mason and Gerard
called today?

They would like the settlement of their
account immediately. They obviously

don't think we're going to be in
business for very much longer.

Doesn't it make you sick?

Who?

Who would betray us to Hermione?

Well, I put your friend Victor Stride at
the top of my list.

He has used us unmercifully.

Well, he's used you, I should say.

Oh, so it's my fault now, is it? I
didn't say that.

Besides, it couldn't be Victor. I said
nothing, nothing about our designs.

And I'm not saying he didn't ask, but I
didn't say a thing.

Those sketches in the newspapers were
spot on. It had to be someone who'd

actually seen the collection.

Who'd hate us that much?

Lydia.

Hermaine has some very influential
friends.

Your friend Penelope's never made a
secret about her contempt for our work.

Perhaps she's making some fatuous
political point. Why does it always come

to me and my friends?

What about your precious Jack? He's
desperate to raise money for his film.

could have shown Hermione a sight of his
photograph. Oh, don't be absurd, Evie.

If anyone needs money, it would be
someone like Tilly or Agnes or Madge,

about to get married.

To her boyfriend, who works as a
bookkeeper for Yolanda. Yolanda

I don't know how you can even think such
a thing. We're not suggesting you did

it deliberately, Madge. I should hope
not.

After all the time I've been with you,
after all the work I've put in with you,

how dare you suggest I go behind your
backs like that? You went behind our

to Andrea Rattingham. That was different
and you know it.

I didn't lie, I didn't deal, I didn't
cheat.

The only time I did anything the least
bit cheating was for you, if you

remember. Finding out that date. And I
said then I didn't like doing it. All

we're trying to find out is if you might
have said something that Jerry could

have passed on.

Did he ever come up to the workroom when
he picked you up? No. Someone said

something, whether they meant to or not.
Well, it wasn't me. All right. All

right. Let's just leave it there, shall
we? This isn't getting us anywhere.

What am I supposed to do now?

Jeff, finish up the Harper's Bridesmaid
dress, please.

before they think better of it and
cancel their commission.

Hello.

How are you?

Are you feeling any better?

Please, sorry, I can't.

Well, let me take you out to dinner and
we'll talk about it.

Jack, did you let anyone see the dresses
when they were here?

Any of the models?

Celia or Jessica?

Anyone? No, of course not.

Only the ones they were wearing.

They wouldn't have said anything if they
had seen the collection. They're not

like that.

What about you?

Did you show the photographs to anyone?

Or even lying around, there are people
in and out of the studio all the time.

Stop this. You're becoming obsessed.

I have a right to be.

This is months and months of work down
the drain. It's everything Evie and I

have worked so hard for, Jack. We all
worked hard for it. Me, Madge, Tilly,

other girls.

There's not one of us who wouldn't have
walked barefoot over burning coals for

you and Evie.

And you stand there accusing me of
treachery.

I'll just call now if that's all right
with you. Madge, please. You've got me a

dress. You can send me money on.

Give you time to check it. I don't want
to do you out of anything. Madge,

please. Don't go like this.

Don't go where?

Madge has resigned. She wants to leave
now.

What? I think it's best.

Not like this it isn't, Madge.

I had no right to speak to you the way I
did. We made some terrible accusations

and we're very sorry.

Madge.

You've been a good and faithful
employee.

I don't know where we'd have been
without you.

Obviously, if you want to go, we can't
stop you, but, Madge, don't go like

I've been thinking of going for quite a
while now. You know that.

Jerry and me, we've got a front room she
doesn't use.

I was going to set up a bit of a
dressmaker.

You did.

Well, then, stay with us till Christmas.
See us through the Christmas rush. Get

your bonus, then start afresh with Jerry
in the new year.

And no hard feelings.

I've made up my mind. I'm sorry.

It's best if I go now.

Madge, are you quite sure?

There's no use prolonging the agony.

I've told the others.

I can't go back now.

You haven't eaten nothing.

You don't do that. There's been enough
destruction round here for one day.

What are you looking at?

Nothing, I'm thinking.

What?

There is something at the back of my
mind.

It'll come to me in a minute.

Sit down, Jack. Sit down. Thank you.

How is Beatrice?

Still reeling?

I don't know.

Really?

I was under the impression that you two
were... Were what?

Close?

Yes, I was under that impression myself
for a while, but I was obviously

mistaken. I'm so sorry.

Is it something you want to talk about?

No, not really.

Because you're involved, I shall tell
you that I'm resigning as the director

the House of Elliot.

That is bad news.

You've been of great value under the
girls.

They have great faith in you.

No, I don't think they do.

At least Beatrice doesn't seem to
anymore.

Are you sure about that?

What do you mean?

Maybe you'll find that Beatrice has more
faith than you know.

I am not normally a man to betray the
confidence of others.

Neither am I. But in this case, it does
seem to be justified.

Jack, there is no such person as
Benedict Elson.

However, there is a very real person
called Beatrice Elliot.

What?

Beatrice put up the money for your
company.

She didn't think you'd accept it
directly, so she came to me instead.

You mean Beatrice holds the deeds to my
studio?

Evie! Couture, soigne, gazette du bon
ton, Vogue, Harper's, read them, Bea.

Read, mark, learn, inwardly digest, and
then be sick.

Evie, please, explain yourself. I don't
want to say anything until I'm certain.

Where are you going?

To beard a beast in its den.

How many of the plates are actually
missing?

A good dozen or so. I haven't been
through them that thoroughly yet.

Thank you for telling me, Jack.

I'm sorry I mistrusted you.

It turns out you had fairly good reason
to, didn't you?

No.

I was angry and upset.

I should have realized that in your
studio... My studio.

I beg your pardon?

Beatrice, don't stop playing games. You
hold the deed. It's your studio.

How long have you known?

Since this morning, Desmond told me he
thought he was doing me a favour.

Well, yes, I thought I was doing you a
favour.

I thought you were really serious about
your film.

As serious about your venture as I am
about mine. I am serious, Beatrice.

And, yes, all right, I'm grateful for
the money.

Well, why are you angry with me? I'm not
angry. I'm... Damn it, I'm hurt.

Because you don't seem to trust me at
all.

Oh, Jack, that's absurd. Is it?

Why didn't you come to me in the first
place?

Just what do you think of me?

Leo Olsen?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

No.

Look, fellas, it's important, only I...
No, it's all right. I can come back

another time.

I might want to invite you out to
dinner.

Have a chat about things, that's all.
Sorry, dinner's out of the question, I'm

afraid. All right, doesn't matter.

Send your postcard when I get there.

Get where?

I'm not telling you now.

Pen. All right, Tanganyika.

I've taken up Robert's offer of a
teaching post there. Nothing fancy, just

hours and how not to die of drinking bad
water.

Pen, this is what you really want to do.

Children, Jack.

No charity balls, no hypocrisy, just
children.

And mosquitoes.

I take a net.

Would it make any difference if I said I
didn't want you to go?

No.

Then I won't set.

When do you sail?

End of next week.

Going down to spend a few days with
Mummy and Daddy first. Say goodbye, have

sob, that sort of thing.

So I came round here.

Thought you might like to come out for a
jolly dinner with me first.

Is it tonight or never again?

No. I have made enough dramatic gestures
for one day. I'm not going to start

issuing ultimatums now.

Good.

Let's make it tomorrow, shall we?

I haven't the faintest idea what you're
talking about, Evie. I think you know

perfectly well what I'm talking about.

We didn't copy Hermaine's collection.
She copied ours. That is a fact.

Now, what I want to know are the why's
and the wherefore's.

You're the line between us, Victor.

Oh, don't be ridiculous. I hardly know
the woman.

Oh. Oh, I thought you discovered her.

Gazette du Bonton, 1909.

What was it you called her when she was
with Pryor?

The brightest new star in the firmament?

That doesn't mean that I haven't...
1912, American Vogue gets an exclusive

feature written by Victor Stride, who
went with her to Paris to cover her

collection after the war.

Victor Stride. My relationship with you,
land her name, is entirely

professional. So you do have a
relationship.

Well, yes, all right, I've known her a
long time, but... It's not just

professional, it's more than that, isn't
it, Victor? I don't know what you mean.

Allow me some credit, Victor.

You and Yolande know each other very
well.

Is that why you sacrificed us to her?

You don't understand.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Because I love her.

Because of that, you were prepared. No,
no, no, no, no. Your ideas were so

fresh, so exciting, just like your land
used to be and will be again.

Her collection wasn't going very well.
She was too stale.

She was tired.

When I told her the ideas that you'd
come up with, she wanted to know more.

She wanted to see things.

How could she do that?

Jack Maddox's photograph.

She paid someone to break in and borrow
a few negatives.

So she was going to reproduce our gowns
in her collection.

There is no collection.

There never was.

Mirrored hint of plagiarism, and she
could cancel that show without losing

That is despicable.

Yes.

Yes.

Will you come back?

Hmm?

In 20 years?

When your inspiration has deserted you.

And tell me what despicable means.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

You're going to do it for me.

Miss Hermaine has made it clear to your
correspondent that she regrets her

accusations of plagiarism against the
House of Elliot and any embarrassment

caused.

She wishes them every success with their
first collection.

In the interest of goodwill, Miss
Hermaine has cancelled her spring

and will not show again until the new
season.

Well done, Evie.

You did it.

Aren't you pleased?

Yes.

I was just thinking. What?

Pour your land.

Right idea.

The one who wrote his confession and
then thrusts his right hand into the

to burn first.

Your whole body wouldn't be enough.

I had no choice. What? I had no choice.

You had a choice.

You chose her.

Yolande, she knew it was the only way to
save your reputation. She would have

ruined you. Ruined me? I should never
get like that. Never.

You ruined me with that.

Your land, look, you're tired. You need
a rest. Why don't we go away for a week

or two till all the fuss has died down?
Spend Christmas in St. Moritz.

You're weak and you're spineless. I
despise you.

Go to St. Moritz for Christmas.

Stay there for all I care.

I don't need you.

What's more, I don't even want you
anymore.

Get out!

like having a terrible weight lifted
from your shoulders.

Well, I hope it hasn't left too sour a
taste in your mouth.

Nothing that this won't get rid of.

And have you had any reaction yet,
Beatrice, from the world in general?

I should say so.

Our appointment book is solid till the
new year.

We've had interest from more than one
magazine to publish Jack's photograph.

Our lines of credit have been renewed.

It's absolutely marvellous.

And how about you two?

Have you resolved your little
misunderstanding, or is it best not to

think we've sorted everything out. A
Benedict.

Yes, but we shan't have her if you call
me that again.

You know that your aunt is leaving for
America on Monday?

We've heard about nothing else from her.

The Americans I feel sorry for. What?

Aunt Lydia's packing her beads and
mirrors. I think she's trying to buy

Staten Island.

go on the top.

That's why they're there.

Oh, do be careful. They're nearly new.

Sorry, my lady.

I'll take these in the carriage with me.

This way.

This way, my lady.

I'll wait here for a moment, thank you.

for the most terrible traffic jams in
Hyde Park. Goodness, how delightful to

you. I wasn't expecting this at all.

You didn't really think we'd let you go
without saying goodbye.

Here's some chocolates for your journey.
Oh, thank you.

You hurry up. The train will go without
you.

Goodbye, my dear.

And thank you for everything.

I'm so glad everything has turned out
well. Thank you. You deserve it. Thank

you.

Have a marvellous time, Aunt Lydia.

I do hope you like your new daughter -in
-law.

And take care.

It's going to be a funny sort of
Christmas, isn't it?

Aunt Lydia in America.

Penny off in the jungle.

Mad leaving.

Everything seems to be changing.

Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

I know.

It just requires some thinking about it.

What about you and Jack? Are things
changing there too?

Edie, things have done nothing but
change between Jack and I.

Are you going to marry him?

I don't know.

Possibly.

We'll see.

How's that for an answer?

Terrible.

I don't know, but you're obviously
wildly in love with each other.

Why don't you just go ahead and do it?

I'd be more impressed by your concern if
I wasn't sure you just want to design a

wedding dress. Ah, I've been thinking
about that.

Wild silk, almost unbleached, under
Flemish lace.

Evie, you're unstoppable.

I think we both are.