All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s02e07

Thank you.

This is Kelly.

I just wanted to say we're happy.

Sorry?

You walk up to me and say you're sorry?

You made her life a misery, do you know
that?

You sent her to her grave.

Oh, please, we only meant to... Only
meant to disobey her.

Only meant to defy her.

And that support you gave her.

But I suppose you even noticed, did you,
how she slaved for you?

At her wit's end, she was because of
these two.

We talk about this. I have nothing to
say to you.

Ask them what happened.

She felt responsible, Florence did.

You should have seen the trouble she was
having.

You should have noticed.

Hardworking she was.

And as loyal as they come.

Wouldn't hear a word against you.

Look where it got her.

Just look where it got her.

Well,

go on, then.

Oh, that was the one that Florence
was... Oh, look.

Someone's got to finish Mrs Simmons'
suit.

Oh, Bessie, a little job for you.

It's just a sleeve.

They were a touch too long.

Florence had the new length pinned
ready. See?

Poor Mr. Ramby.

I didn't mean Florence any harm on her.

She was difficult, though, wasn't she,
Tilly?

It wasn't all our fault, was it?

It feels like it now she's dead and
gone.

I won't forget the look on his face.

Not as long as I live.

Sitting in the dark?

How'd it go?

You make it sound like a scene in one of
your films, Jack.

It was a funeral.

How do you think it went?

Must have been very unpleasant for you.

But Mr. Ranby's right, Jack.

We should have been more aware of the
difficulties Florence was having.

No, I think we were aware, really.

It just seemed easier, in the light of
all our other problems, to ignore it and

just hope they'd sort it out themselves.

You can't do everything.

A man without a third is natural enough.

Try not to dwell on it, darling.

I'm surrounded by trouble these days,
Jack.

This business with Siroyan is worrying
me more and more each day. I know you

don't like me to talk about it, Jack,
but I don't know what to do.

Tell me to have a word with Joseph.

Try and pin him down a bit on the
suspicions of his.

Well, Joseph's hardly a fanciful man,
Jack.

Something odd is going on.

Relax, Bea.

It's late.

I'm tired.

I'm going to have a bath.

Either look where you're going or go
where you're looking. Sorry, Mabel.

You're a bit fine again,

Agnes. Sorry.

Hello, ladies.

Badge, Tilly, would you come through to
my office?

Who's it going to be then, eh?

Taking Florence's place?

One of them two?

Or will they get someone else in?

So what we propose, Madge, is to make
you head of both workrooms.

Thank you, Miss Beatrice.

And to promote you, Tilly, to head
sempstress overall, if you think you can

cope. Oh, I can now, Miss B.

I'm ever so much more sure of myself
without Florence. And I don't mean any

disrespect by that. I know it was just
her way. She didn't mean me any harm.

No, we understand, Tilly, but you're
sure you can cope?

I'm sure I can.

Good. Well, that's settled then.

Yes, Madge.

It's not the workrooms that's bothering
me, but there's no one to replace

Florence's cutter, is there?

Say what you like about Florence, but
there's nobody here who can cut like she

could. It's an education just to watch
her.

And now we're doing more tailor daywear
while we need someone that good.

A trained tailor. A cutter with couture
experience in one of the bigger houses,

perhaps. If we're going to build up the
daywear we're doing with Beatrice.

Well, we'll make some inquiries, but in
the meantime...

We can manage, don't you worry. Thank
you both.

Oh, thank you, Miss B. And Phoebe.

Oh, Florentine.

One had to be extremely careful these
days.

The gentlemen of the press were coming
rather a nuisance.

Only last week my husband was caught
suppressing a yawn at Therabelle

Lady Elizabeth.

Evangeline. Now, that's sitting much
better, isn't it? Yes, it feels better,

too. Good.

Now, Alice was telling me you wanted to
see some designs for autumn day wear.

Oh, yes, I wanted something plain,
almost casual, in a light tweed,

Well, let's see what we have.

How lovely to see you. Be it, Tris. Oh,
I can't tell you how pleased I am with

the work you're doing for me.

And Evangeline has been showing me some
delicious things for the autumn. Oh,

good. I am pleased.

Evangeline.

Hello.

I've come to collect Elizabeth.

Oh, of course.

She's with my sister. I'll just tell
them you're here. They know I'm here.

Are you on your way from the house?

Yes, yes, a committee meeting earlier
this afternoon.

This must come a poor second best to
taking tea on the terrace overlooking

Thames, especially on a day like this.

Now, I mustn't keep Alexander waiting
any longer, but before I go, let me tell

you about Gwendolyn.

She's married my cousin Teddy, a darling
boy, far too young to have taken on a

dukedom, but she needs guidance,
Beatrice, with her wardrobe.

Fine, sending her to you.

Promise me you'll take the greatest care
of her.

Elizabeth, I would be delighted.

Thank you.

Looks to me exactly like a drip
sandcastle.

Absolutely.

What looks like a drip sandcastle? The
House of Parliament, Evangeline thinks.

Oh, but you do.

How very apt. It's the most bizarre
building.

Have you ever been inside the Palace of
Westminster, Evangeline? No, never.

Oh, but you should. You'd love it.

Oh, I'd love to.

Maybe someday.

Alexander shall take you on his guided
tour.

He knows all its secrets.

Arrange it now, my dear, or you'll
forget to.

Bee?

Are you ready?

For what?

Drive you home.

Goodness gracious me. It's like a
nightmare.

I have two bridesmaids. One is five foot
nine and skeletal. The other one is

built like Humpty Dumpty. If I'm not
careful, the Fortescue wedding is going

look absurd.

I have to finish this. It's going to
take me some time.

You hadn't forgotten you were going to
talk to Joseph.

No, but not today.

Jack, you promised. All right.

All right.

There you go, sir. I'm relieved, Mr.
Maddox.

About what?

Knowing how Mr. Soroyan feels about me,
I thought that I was going to dismiss

you.

Now, what I want to talk to you about is
the basis of your accusations against

Ralph Soroyan.

We all have our theories, but what we
don't have is any actual proof, real

evidence.

While I was working at the bank, there
was always a chance I'd come upon

something of that nature.

But now... So, all we have to go on are
your suspicions.

Hmm.

Is anyone still working for Sir Royan?
He might be able to help.

Not that I know of, but no one I trust.

And Mr Sir Royan is always very careful
in that respect.

That's why he got rid of me.

I see.

If there's anything I can do, I'll do
it.

The question is, what?

Indeed.

Let's have the other half, shall we?

Buttonhole, if I may.

Jack,

how much longer will this take?

Do you think I'm doing this for fun? I'm
fixing the car as quickly as I can.

Jack, I should be at my desk by now.

No one is indispensable, my dear. The
roof of the House of Elliot I'd like you

to fall in just because you are half an
hour late for work.

I have an appointment with Sir Royan
now.

Where are you going?

To catch a bus.

Ah, Mr Sir Royan, good morning.

And to you.

I'm afraid neither Miss Beatrice nor
Miss Evangeline are here yet.

Really?

Miss Beatrice is always here by this
time. I'm sure she will be at any

Would you care for a cup of coffee while
you wait?

Thank you.

Edmund Coffey. Thank you.

Tell me, do you enjoy your work here,
Miss?

It's Mrs.

Burgoyne. Alice Burgoyne.

And thank you, yes, I'm very happy here.

And a fashion of passion with you too,
Mrs. Burgoyne?

Hardly a passion.

I save that for my roses.

No, we share an interest.

I've been a compulsive collector of the
rarest species of tea rose for, well,

it's too long now.

What did you think of the show, the
Chelsea show this year?

I'm afraid I didn't see it.

I lost my husband recently, you see, and
I haven't been about much since.

Oh, indeed. I'm sorry to hear that.

But life goes on, you know.

Life goes on.

Yes.

The Physic Garden, I think, is my
favourite.

Do you know it?

No. You should, you should. It's quite
beautiful.

Mrs. Burgoyne, would you, I wonder, care
to dine with me one evening?

An hour or two over a pleasant meal. We
could discuss the relative merit of the

various hybrids.

Compare remedies for black spot.

What do you say?

Thank you.

I'd like to.

Mr. Royne, I'm so sorry to be so late.

Perhaps you would come straight through
to my office.

If I may. Good morning, Alice.

Good morning, Miss Henry. Thank you.

Jack has some trouble with his motor
car.

Well? They're all in order.

Then you will concede that my faith in
Joseph has not been misplaced. Please

down. Thank you.

However, there is a great deal of
wastage.

Here.

Here. Here.

Here. Well, I've marked it all the way
through.

But what really astonishes me, and what
is costing your firm a considerable sum

of money each month, is that you are
failing to take advantage of your 30

credit terms.

In some cases, you're paying on the
invoice rather than waiting for the

statement. But if we owe the money...
Then you keep it for as long as you can.

You allow it to earn interest for us in
our account rather than for them in

theirs. This is common practice, I do
assure you. What you're doing at the

moment is naive, to say the least.

We have always paid our bills on time.

Oh, indeed.

But not always at the time most
advantageous to us.

We take pride in being on good terms
with our suppliers.

Miss Elliot, they are not going to think
any the worse of you for employing

proper business practice.

Quite the reverse. They'll respect you
for it.

Now, the procedure is quite simple.

At the end of each month, Mr Wint will
bring the cheques to my chief

accountant's office. I will counter
-time them, and they will then be

on the appropriate dates.

I do not consider that necessary.

However,

I do, Miss Elliot.

So you will be instructed to wind
accordingly.

Thank you.

I need kidding out completely.

Everything. The glorious twelfth. The
opera, the races, the dances, the

parties. Lady Monford suggested I put
myself entirely in your hands.

I like to think I know what suits me,
but what suits me might not be quite

acceptable. And now I must make certain
that I always look absolutely correct.

For Teddy.

Edward. My husband.

The Duke of Bridgewater, you see.

Oh, but isn't this colour divine?

But a bit on the bright side, yes?

I can tell by your faces. I'm not
stupid.

Well, I think perhaps a softer shade
would be more flattering to your skin

And more acceptable.

The overall effect must be... Of
elegance.

Restrained elegance.

Yes.

But not too restrained, no.

Miss Beatrice, there's someone to see
you.

It's Mr. Ramby.

He's in your office.

Please excuse me, Your Grace.

Mr. Ramby.

These are for the two young ladies, Miss
Elliot.

Madge and Tilly.

With my humblest apologies to them and
to you and your sister.

I shouldn't have spoken like that the
other day. It was out of order.

Yes, well, we were all very upset that
day, Mr. Ramby.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Things might so easily have been
different, you see.

If only I'd listened to her.

Work was getting on top of her.

She wanted to leave and I persuaded her
not to.

Still, there's no point in going over it
and over it, I realise that.

Must be very difficult for you, alone
without... Without Florence?

Don't be afraid to say her name, Miss
Elliot.

People think it upsets me, but I like to
hear her name.

I'm managing, thank you.

Take it a day at a time like you're
supposed to.

And my employers have been very
understanding.

I'm a tailor, you know.

They're a nice bunch I work with.

It'll get easier at time parties.

Well, I should be going.

Sloane, it's very much missed here too,
you know.

He was appreciated and respected.

These belong to her.

I thought perhaps... Thank you.

Yes, respected.

But not liked.

No.

She meant well, Miss Elliot.

Goodbye, Mr. Ramby.

Thank you for your understanding, Miss
Elliot.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

How did you get on?

Poor man.

He was so ashamed of his outburst the
other day. He asked me to apologize to

you, and he's brought these flowers for
Madge and Tilly.

Evie, did you know he was a tailor?

I wondered whether he might make a
suitable cutter for us here.

Well, we don't know anything about his
work.

That's true.

I doubt he'd have the kind of experience
in couture cutting that we need.

And it might be difficult for him here.

Too many memories, I dare say.

Oh, Bea, I shall be here this afternoon.
The Montford car is coming to pick me

up at a quarter to three.

Of course. It's your House of the
Parliament treat.

Is he going to give you tea on the
terrace?

I shall insist on it.

The first palace at Westminster was
occupied by Edward the Confessor and was

official residence of the Sovereign
until Henry VIII helped himself to

Palace.

After a fire, it was largely restored by
Richard II, who was responsible for the

hammerbeam roof in Westminster Hall.

Would you mind showing me where Guy
Fawkes hid his barrels of gunpowder?

It was in the cellars under the old
palace yard, wasn't it?

You don't need a guide, Evangeline.

Tell me, what else do you know?

Not much, I'm afraid.

Only that after the big fire in 1834,
the architect for the new building was

chosen by open competition.

Sir Charles Barry. But he died before
the completion of the new building.

Charles lived to see the official
opening, though.

By Queen Victoria, of course. In 1852.

Bravo.

This is one of our committee rooms.

It's where you work.

Sometimes.

How can you better be in such a gloomy
place?

Evie.

Oh.

No, no, come on in, gentlemen. We were
just leaving.

It could have been very embarrassing for
both clients, but no harm came to

either in the end. It was difficult to
keep a straight face.

Alice, Alice, forgive me.

Don't you ever find it excellent working
for those two young women?

I mean, their knowledge of haute
couture, besides your own, it must have

into insignificance. Well, in my
opinion, the Miss Elliotts are both

and hard -working.

I enjoy working for them.

Hardly professional, though.

A couple of green girls, playing,
playing at being fashion designers.

You're loyal.

Sweet Alice.

Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown.

And blushed with delight at the sight of
your smile.

And trembled with fear.

At your frown.

Mother Bradley.

No. No, thank you.

It's getting rather late. I think I
should be going. I think you should be

leaving. I really would like to go home
now, Ralph. Please.

I've offended you?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps I misunderstood you.

I thought we were to have dinner tonight
simply as friends.

I thought... I believed you understood
my circumstances.

I'm not ready yet. Sweet Alice, don't be
hasty.

Don't be hasty.

Consider what I can offer you.

I don't wish to consider anything of the
sort.

If I've misled you in any way, I
apologise.

Thank you for dinner.

Good night.

Betty, the Duchess of Bridgewater will
be here in a tick for a fitting of her

afternoon gown. She needs it for Monday
without fail.

Take it through to the fitting room,
will you?

And, er, girl, the Duchess is very
friendly and that, but, er, remember

places, please, when you're attending to
her.

Here, look.

She's got a picture in today's paper.

Er, the Duke.

Er, Teddy.

Oh, love's young dream, eh?

Oh, look at that one on Lord and Lady
Montford.

She's wearing that shiny silk I did for
her.

Oh, don't she look lovely?

Yeah. I must get on, Becky. Don't be
long without me.

Oh, dear.

Oh, what a shame.

Oh, calm, madam.

Here.

Oh, madam. Very kind.

Here. I know you. I've seen you on the
stage.

You're Greg Garland, aren't you?

Come this way. Make sure everyone can
thank you.

All right, now come on, that's it. Now,
Betty, will you put them in water? The

rest of you, back to work.

Well, where are you going?

No entities, no? No, there's a
coincidence.

That's just where I'm headed.

We could go together.

What? You and me?

Yeah. Me.

And you.

Hey, fun to see you tonight. It's been
fun though.

Yeah, I don't know.

Of course you do.

You look a little like you.

You like working at the House of Elliot,
then, do you?

I've been hard work, yeah.

I saw you come out the door.

Oh. And I saw the Duffington Bridgewater
come out, too.

Yeah, well, you would have, because
we're doing all that quality work.

It's not stuck up at all.

What's your job, then?

Mr Eric Bulmer.

Reporter. Daily messenger.

Oh. I'm on the society news column.

Fancy.

Come to think of it... Agnes. Yeah.

Come to think of it, Agnes.

You and I might be able to do a little
bit of business together.

What sort of business?

Snippet.

Snippet? Yeah, listen to that. Tittle
-tattle. Gossip, if you like.

Information you pick up in the course of
your duty. See what I mean?

Oh, well, I don't know. There's no arm
in it.

It's innocent fun.

Absolutely confidential.

It's useful for me and a little bit
extra for you, right?

Give us a tinkle any time. The number's
on the card.

Got to go now.

Yes, perfectly. Why?

You look a bit tired.

Meaning old, meaning plain. That's
exactly what I wanted to hear, Evie.

No, meaning tired.

You haven't had a break in ages.

Why don't you and Jack take this weekend
at the cottage?

I never seem to have any time lately.

Either he's too busy or I am.

You look a bit tired yourself, Evie. You
could do with some fresh air.

Me? No, I'm fine.

You're right, Hebe.

I do need a weekend away from all of
this.

No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Ryan. We don't
appear to have an appointment for you.

booked in my name, not his.

He's just going to, um... Settle the
account?

I see.

Then you must be Mrs. Nugent.

Mrs. Maria Nugent.

Please take a seat, Mrs. Nugent. I'll
just see if a fitter is free.

She's to have the best, Mrs. Burgoyne.
The very best.

Of course, Mr. Sorrell.

Hello, Jack.

Hi.

How's the story coming along?

Slowly. Supper's ready. I'll shut me a
moment.

Good.

Do you know how long it is since we went
to the cottage?

Jack, are you listening to me?

Sorry.

There, I'm all yours.

I want to go to the cottage this
weekend.

Just us.

Away from everything.

No, we can't. Not this weekend. We've
got to meet up with some backers at a

house party in Kent.

Franz Klein and his wife are going to be
there.

A working house party. You talk business
with Klein while I amuse his wife?

Wonderful.

And now you're... I,

uh... I'm thinking about your business
with Ralph Soraya.

Oh?

You see, now that Joseph has access to
the bank's premises, and knowing his

layout as he does, I thought that
that... Just an idea.

Happy with it? I'm over the moon, Miss
Elliot.

And Teddy will simply love it.

Good. I'm glad you're pleased with it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Your Grace.

I'd never have thought of wearing this
colour, you know. And you're right, it

does suit me. It looks what Harry
Westervelt would call dandy.

Do you know Harry at all, Miss Elliot?

No, I don't think... No, he's an
American, of course. He's from the

speaks with his delicious straw.

Excuse me. His parents have taken flax
and manna for the summer.

They throw the wildest parties.

The things I could tell you.

Last week, after dancing till three in
the morning, someone suggested we should

go on the lake in puns, so we did.

Harry and me in one, Teddy and Eustacia
Murdoch in another.

Then Harry insisted we land on this tiny
island. It was right in the middle of

the lake.

Sorry. I think we could have some tassel
beating here. Agnes, could you fetch me

some sandals? Thank you. Just a touch
more antithesis, I think.

Teddy said no because it was getting
rather chilly.

He can be very strict, Teddy.

has seen them waving from the jetty and
had rowed out to rescue them.

Harry's excuse was that the punt had
slipped its moorings and drifted off.

Well, it makes a change from running out
of petrol in a motor car, I suppose.

But, oh, dear, what an adventure.

What a scandal.

So romantic, don't you think, Agnes?

All night marooned in a boathouse with
Harry Westerfeld.

You're jumping the gun a bit, aren't
you, Agnes?

Twenty -five too, you know. Oh, well,
I'm in a hurry.

Yeah, we know this.

Hey, Beth, how do you work them
telephone things?

Oh, it's very easy.

They tell you when to put your money in,
and then you turn the disc thing at the

side, and then you're going to ring up
them, Agnes, eh?

As regards the loan, Sir Ryan's got the
house of Elliot and the other companies,

too, on a legal technicality.

taking advantage of his greater
knowledge of banking procedures.

It's these phantom companies of his,
that's where he's outside the law.

But we need the evidence.

There's a vault next to Sir Rowan's
office.

My guess is that's where we'll find our
evidence.

I know there's a spare key to that
vault, and it's gone missing, hasn't it?

You're a good man, Joseph.

But you must be careful. I don't want
you to take any risks.

I'm no hero, Mr Maddox, and I'm not
enjoying this.

But I'm determined to get to the bottom
of it.

All night, she said, alone, with this
rich American.

Westerfell, he called him. Harry...
Westerfell. Harry Westerfell. Yes,

it. Maroon they were, all night long.
Just him and her. In the middle of some

lake. I did it on purpose, she said.

Just let the punch... drift away.

Not breakfast, every woman half
-crossed. I'll bet they were, Agnes, you

beauty. You've heard of the Westerfelts,
haven't you? They're only the society

story of the decade.

Who knew there was a scandal brewing?
Only no one could discover who the lady

was. Yeah.

Been watching half a dozen possibles for
weeks.

Stay right where you are, my lovely. Buy
yourself another cake.

Give me half an hour and I'll be back
for you.

And I'll give you the best night out
you've ever had in your life.

Just you and me, Agnes.

Just you.

And me?

Yeah.

Ah, easy.

Did I miss Bea?

Yes,

she left about half an hour ago.

Just one of the prints Alexander gave
you?

Yes.

May I?

You know, I think you should tell me
about it.

Tell you about what, Jack?

About you and Alexander.

There's nothing to tell.

Oh, dear.

Poor old Evie.

Jack, I like Alexander. He's a very
charming man. You know that's not what I

mean.

You're all he talks about, you know,
whenever we meet.

I can't stop thinking about him.

Is it my fault that I can't stop
thinking about him?

I know I must. I...

I have to. I simply have to.

It's impossible, Jack.

I know.

I know it's hard to deny your feelings.

I'm not naive. I understand the
situation.

I know what I should do.

If I was to ask your advice... Don't.

I wouldn't give it to you even if you
did.

Of course not.

I am lucky to have a brother -in -law
like you, Jack.

So, where are you going to put these
prints?

Come on, then. Give it to me, then.

Don't push. We should manage.

We should read it out.

speculation is ended as to the identity
of the lucky lady who has won the heart

of Texan playboy Harry Westerfelt Jr.,
who, in Europe for the season with his

parents, Wilma and Harry Sr., has hosted
some of the most extravagant events of

the summer calendar.

A reliable source confirmed yesterday
that Gwendolyn, Duchess of Bridgewater,

spent a romantic night on an island in
the lake at Flaxham after a lively party

at the manor last weekend.

The Duchess, who only recently married
Edward, now is Duke of Bridgewater, and

is probably better known to our readers
as Gwen Gardner, star of many musical

comedy successes.

Well, I'll be blown!

Look at that picture!

That's the House of Elliot she's going
into.

Can you believe it? The House of Elliot
on the front page of its own messenger!

What's the next?

But it wasn't her, though. Well, it
wasn't her. It wasn't her.

Do you remember that story the Duchess
told us?

It was another girl. It was Eustacia
something.

She's the one who got stuck on the
island with Harry... whatever his name

Our Duchess went back to the house with
the Duke because it was getting rather

chilly. Remember?

Oh, well, there'll be some fur flying
now, all right. Oh, look.

Eustacia, the Duke of Bridgewater was
this morning unavailable for comment.

I'll bet he was.

Look, reporters.

Oh, now, no peeping, ladies. Come on. Go
back to work. Chop, chop.

Them lot down there are just like that.

Come on, Admiral.

Just stand there. Get moving.

Have you any comment on the Great Water
Affair?

Any comment, please, on the Harry
Westfell Affair?

I have nothing to say to you. And no,
you do not have my permission to take my

photograph.

If you misquote me or print lies about
me, my solicitors will deal with you as

they are at this moment dealing with the
editor of the Daily Messenger.

Your Grace.

You've seen this, I suppose?

No. Your Grace, I can assure you...
Assure me? How can you assure me of

anything? There must have been a mistake
made here. There certainly must be. It

says here, a reliable source from within
a well -known establishment currently

patronised by Gwendolyn, Duchess of
Bridgewater. Yes, perhaps it was some

house. No!

There's a photograph of this building,
of me entering your door.

They're scandal -mongers, these
reporters.

They're determined to tear my reputation
to shreds. They've been watching me

ever since my marriage, waiting for me
to put a foot wrong, prepared to ruin my

life for a story that isn't even true.

But that story, inaccurate as it is,
originated in this building, in your

fitting room. We will, of course, do
everything we can to find out which

of our staff has been so indiscreet.

person any idea of the harm they've done
to me.

And indeed to you.

I trusted you.

I thought I was amongst friends here.

Your Grace, I... It

may surprise you in circumstances, Miss
Elliot, to learn that mine was a love

match.

I hadn't realized how much my life would
have to change.

I suppose I thought I could just go on
being Gwen Garland and have all the

advantages of my grand marriage too.

How wrong I was!

I must become watchful, guarded,
suspicious.

You realise, of course, I can no longer
patronise the House of Elliot.

Any further communications will be
conducted through our solicitors.

Goodbye, Miss Elliot.

Why should she?

Why should she have to change herself
into somebody else just to please

A reliable source from within a well
-known fashion house. Evie, who else

that story?

Tilly was in the room.

Well, it wouldn't be Tilly. She's got
far too much sense.

Raj, would you ask Agnes to come through
to my office, please?

Immediately.

Sit down, Agnes.

Agnes, do you know anything about this
business with the Duchess of

Did you say anything to anybody?

Eric. Eric.

He's a reporter, miss.

Have you been gossiping about our
clients to a reporter?

He said there was no arm in it.

Agnes, surely you must have realised.

Just a bit of fun, he said.

Um, snippets of news.

Things people like to read about them.

I didn't think that I... And then I got
it all wrong.

I'm sorry.

And I just wish... Yes, we all wish
that, Agnes.

you shall go and tidy yourself.

Then we shall go to the Duchess of
Solicitors, where you will tell them

calmly exactly what happened, what you
heard, and what you thought you heard.

I can't, Miss. You can, Agnes, and you
will.

Ah, Wynne. You brought us some checks,
have you?

Agnes will have to go.

I simply can't trust her anymore.

She was very foolish and she didn't even
realise it.

You have no choice.

Jack, I thought Evie and I might go to
the cottage this weekend, as you're so

busy. She needs the fresh air and you
don't really need me at this house

do you? I do. They're expecting you.

I'm counting on you to help me with the
clients. If he invests in the film,

others will follow suit. If he doesn't,
then something won't be made.

Don't you feel good with people like
him?

If you can't persuade him, nobody can.

All right.

If you really want me to.

I do.

He could still go, couldn't he?

By himself?

Why not?

Well, I've jested to her.

Jack, I forgot.

Joseph asked me to give you this.

What is it?

I don't know.

Jack, has Joseph found something?

I thought I'm going to find out.

I might just catch Alexander at his
club.

They're going to sack me, I know it.
Join the club.

My club last night.

Sorry.

Come for a walk in the park.

Share our woes.

Agnes not back yet?

No. Well, when she does come in, tell
her Miss Beatrice and Miss Evie want to

see her.

Immediately. Well, it wouldn't surprise
me if she didn't come back at all.

She knows what's waiting for her, poor
little thing.

Should have thought of that before.

Agnes. Oh.

No, I don't want to go to the police.

Please, please don't make me be a thief.

After all, it was all my fault. Agnes,
that is nonsense.

He had no right to do what he did. I
don't blame him. He lost his job because

me. It's a good idea.

Take her home, Tilly, and stay with her
as long as she needs you.

Poor stupid girl.

Well, we can't dismiss her, Evie. Not
after that beating.

Of course we can't.

What a week it's been.

Never mind. In a couple of hours, we'll
all be behind us.

Oh, Evie, I forgot.

I can't go to the cottage this weekend.

Jack needs me at this party, and I
promised I'd go.

And now I've let you down.

You could still go to the cottage,
though.

Alone?

Why not?

Who's it?

Evie.

Don't send me away.

Please, don't send me away.