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Jack, I hope this isn't going to take too long. I've got an enormous amount of

work to do. This is more important.

Right, here we are.

What do you think?

Don't you dare say home to this house.

Would I?

Jack Maddox, you have hidden debts of appalling sentimentality.

You don't want me to carry over the threshold, then? No, I don't.

We'll see.

What is wrong with my flat?

You know, we've been perfectly happy there since we returned from Paris.

Um,

it's smaller than this. The views aren't as good.

And the location leaves a lot to be desired.

It's in a splendid location.

Yes, except that there's this appalling workshop underneath.

With people coming and going all day, the phone never stops ringing.

You don't want to live above the shop, do you? I don't want you to live above

the shop.

Just now and again, I'd like to have my wife to myself.

On one condition.

What?

New curtains.

New carpet.

New furniture.

New bank manager.

Bonjour, madame.

Oh, Jack is perfectly happy with his new job at the studio.

You know how passionate he is about film, doesn't he?

Well, he is a little nervous, of course.

It's only natural.

And you, tell me how you feel about your new situation.

I'm perfectly happy.

Truly?

Oh, well, I'm a little nervous about being the sole designer for the house of

Elliot. Never doubt your ability, Beatrice. You've always been one of the

designers. Yes.

And it may not be forever.

If this year is as successful as last, you may find yourself in the position to

take on another designer. Yes, that's true.

You know, Maison Gilles has five.

That man really made an impression on you, didn't he? Oh, he certainly did.

So many ideas.

Desmond, do you think it would be foolish of me to start expanding the

now?

No. You don't think I'm being overambitious?

It depends.

Well, it wouldn't be anything wildly extravagant. Let me take a look at your

affairs and we'll make a decision.

Oh, but there shouldn't be any problem there, really. No, of course not. Just

one or two details that need examining.

Nothing for you to worry about.

Oi, what are you doing?

Seating the lining.

Yeah, but you're catching the back of the tambour work stitch.

Yes, so that it won't show through the front.

Oh, yeah.

So she makes one sudden move, pulls the lining, rips the thread, and all the

beads fall to the floor like flipping out stones.

Oh, yeah.

Oh. Sorry.

Almost worth the ring, just to hear that.

Well, I must say, this is the first establishment I've worked in where

sloppiness and mistakes are considered a joke.

Go on, it's been put right now.

It shouldn't have happened in the first place.

Your job, where you're properly trained, is to ensure that mistakes do not

occur. I just did.

I beg your pardon.

Good morning, Miss Williams. Good morning, Mrs. Rambey.

Will Miss Hammond's outfit be ready for collection tomorrow?

I should think so.

It rather depends on Tilly.

Just a little finishing to do, Miss B.

As a matter of fact, it'll be ready by this afternoon.

Can I help you? I don't know. Who are you? I'm Beatrice Elliot.

I'm afraid Jack Maddox doesn't work there anymore.

Oh, really? Why not?

Well, he's become a moving picture director. He doesn't take portraits

Oh, but he will for me. We're old chums.

Never mind.

I'll phone him at home.

Oh, is he still at that ghastly little flat on Park Street, do you know?

Yes, he is, and so am I.

I beg your pardon?

I'm his wife.

Oh.

But I thought you said your name was Elliot.

It is.

My word, I'm terribly modern.

Well, in that case, I'd better leave my card with you, hadn't I?

Clara Rhodes.

But since I'm not quite as modern as you, you'll probably remember me as

Mawson. Time to get in touch, would you?

Yes, I will.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

So nice to have met you, Mrs Maddox.

Welcome home, darling.

I have a falling depth of sentimentality.

Sorry, but... Oh, Jack, no!

Where are you going?

You're supposed to carry me in. I know, I know, I know.

Savoring the moment.

I know I've made a special celebratory meal.

And before we sit down to eat it, well, there's something I have to tell you.

What?

I can't cook.

I'm so sorry, Desmond. I thought you'd gone home.

Ralph. No, I'm still here.

Well, I'll say goodnight then.

No, honestly, I like cutlets like that. Jack, can we please change the subject?

You haven't told me a thing about how you got on at the studio today.

Your meal left me speechless.

You'll love it.

It's a tale of passion, betrayal, skullduggery, innocence lost against the

background of the mystic Orient.

And it features a small Bartrian camel on loan from Regent's Park Zoo.

It'll be all right. It'll be all right in the end, please, God.

God knows it's better than taking portrait photographs.

Oh, gosh, I forgot.

What? I have a message for you.

Sorry.

Who the devil's Clara Rose?

He said you'd probably remember her as Clara Morton.

What?

What did she want?

Her portrait taken, I believe.

Well, she can whistle for that.

Well, she seemed terribly certain that you would do it, for old times' sake.

she now?

What old times, Jack?

She's an old flame of mine, more years ago than I care to remember, and I am

going to take her photograph.

Well, you'd better telephone her in the morning and tell her.

I don't suppose you'd do that for me, would you?

No.

Just because I'm your wife does not mean I'm still your receptionist.

I'm not your cook, either.

Darling, don't be so serious about it.

Just thought it might be nice to have an up -to -date portrait, that's all.

And I'm certainly not going to argue with you about it over the telephone.

Bring that nice wife of yours over to dinner and we can argue about it then,

hmm? How about Saturday?

Yes, of course you must ask Beatrice and then call me back.

Goodbye.

Oh,

did you get in touch with your son Clara, by the way? I did indeed.

Refused to take no over the telephone, invited her to dinner so she could bully

me face to face.

Dinner?

Really?

I said I'd have to ask you.

I was looking for an excuse to put her off.

Why put her off?

Might be a rather entertaining evening.

Then again, it might not.

Jack, I am not in the least bit jealous, if that's what you think.

No, I'm not.

Well, then.

What's she really like? Ah, so you are curious.

Perfectly natural.

You'll just have to wait to meet her face to face. Make up your own mind.

Wouldn't you be better off drawing at that desk?

I don't think so.

She's not coming back, you know, Bea.

I'm perfectly happy where I am, thank you.

It'll go through, you mark my word.

They won't stop until the Housing Act becomes law.

And then where will we be?

So when may we expect to see this film of yours in the cinema, Mr. Maddox?

In the autumn, I hope.

Two and a half million rabbit hutches by 1939.

And who's going to pay for them? That's what I want to know.

That Ramsey MacDonald has got a lot to answer for Labour government indeed.

Well, I thought, actually, that it was Neville Chamberlain who introduced the

Howling Project, didn't he?

Well, yes, of course. But if he... McDonald there.

Don't be tedious.

Now, Beatrice.

Tell me something. Is Jack tied up at this film studio of his 24 hours a day?

No. So there's no real reason why he shouldn't take my portrait, is there?

All right. I give in.

Anything for a quiet life.

Oh, aren't men boring when they give in so easily?

Donald's been taking the least line of resistance for years.

Drives me to distraction.

I must say, Beatrice, I've been promising myself a visit to your place

simply ages.

Who's your vendeur?

Well, we don't have one in here. Now, ladies, if we're going to gossip, may I

suggest we remove to the sitting room where we can gossip properly?

Nancy's quite right, Beatrice. A good vendeur is worth a weight in gold.

Yes, but I suspect finding a good wonder is easier said than done.

I suppose the trouble is that anybody who's worth having it all has already

a certain loyalty to their own fashion house.

Yes, exactly.

Now, Beatrice, what I'm asking myself is, what have you done to Jack Maddox?

Absolutely nothing.

He's always been like that.

Johnny Well wasn't like that when I knew him. Mad as a hatter.

He's become positively respectable.

What did you threaten him with?

Not marrying him.

You tried that, didn't you?

Trouble is the swine took me up on it.

Jack broke off their engagement.

Please don't be alarmed, Beatrice.

We were mere babes in arms at the time.

Nancy, do try one of these.

They're delicious.

I felt such a fool, that's all, Jack.

I don't know why.

It was years ago.

Yes, but I didn't know about it.

Is there anyone else I should know about?

All right.

Amelia Holstock.

We were engaged for a weekend before she threw me over.

For the gardeners' boys, I remember. It was a shattering experience.

I was only six at the time.

And then when I was eight, I had scarlet fever. Mother bought a special nurse in

for me. I did ask her to marry me.

And then... Yes, all right, Jack. Point taken.

Clara and I were engaged for a month.

before I came to my senses and realised that hell would come soon enough when I

died. There was no need to marry into it.

I couldn't guarantee the sort of lifestyle she wanted, and she made it

clear that photography wasn't her idea of a suitable profession for me.

Mind you, I nearly had to emigrate.

Really? Her father came looking for me with a horsewhip.

What? He was livid.

Well, I understand why he'd come that close to getting her off his hands.

You're so unkind!

Me?

Donald was probably a human being before she got her hands on him.

Jack, I disagree.

Apart from that one awkward moment, I found a very entertaining company.

And it was a very good dinner.

You're just easily pleased, that's all.

Oh, I know that.

Has anyone seen Miss Elliot this morning?

Oh, I saw Mr Maddox go into his old studio a while ago. She might be in

with him.

Thank you.

Is that how Miss Elliot usually asks for it to be done?

Yes, it is.

Sorry to take so long. Things have got rather chaotic.

Clara Bow, perhaps. Clara Rose, I think not.

Oh, God, you're almost as stuffy as Donald.

I was only trying to raise a smile.

Clara, just think how you'd like to present yourself, and then, oh, present

yourself.

Thank you.

Have you really changed that much, Jack?

Probably.

Donald's changed in the last few years.

Uh -huh.

I mean, I know he has to keep abreast of politics in his line of work, but he

will. Wait still now, please.

Thank you.

Um, try and relax a little for the next one.

Lara!

There, that's better.

You're going to be worried for a minute.

I thought you'd forgotten how to have fun altogether.

There's a time and place for everything.

Oh, isn't there, though?

I still find you most attractive, Jack.

You don't mind, do you?

Yes, I do.

I'm married to a woman I love very much indeed.

Now, if you've come to have your portrait taken, I suggest you sit down

we'll carry on.

Otherwise, you'd better go.

You pompous patronising... How dare you speak to me like that? I can remember

when... I'm sorry.

Let's forget about it, shall we? It's just that I don't... It doesn't matter.

Whatever my problems are.

They're no excuse for that sort of behavior, are they?

You've taken all the portraits I need.

Go and get changed.

Yes, you have, madam.

Miss Elliot, ma 'am.

I'm so glad you could come. Lovely to see you again, Clara.

Please, sit down.

Thank you. You may bring tea now.

Well, I'm fascinated. Your message plan is so cryptic. I know. I should have

written it on rice paper so you could have eaten it and destroyed the

Why? What is it?

Alice Burgoyne.

Who? Oh, Beatrice, I'm disappointed in you. Alice Burgoyne, leading vendeurs at

Assas.

Well, I have it on good authority from my vendeurs at Assas, in fact, that

Burgoyne would not be averse to a change in situation, should the right

situation present itself, of course. Really?

My authority also tells me that Mrs Burgoyne has a very impressive list of

clients.

They do say she takes tea at the Royal Enclosure.

Do they indeed?

I just thought you might be interested.

Alice Burgoyne.

Of course I know of you, Miss Elliot.

This evening.

One moment.

I could possibly be free by six o 'clock.

I look forward to it.

Goodbye.

Whilst it's very pleasant to be invited out to tea, Miss Elliot, I admit I'm

most curious as to the reason.

I assume Mrs. Rhodes did not refer you to me as a potential client?

Hardly. Then, Mrs. Burgoyne, if the House of Elliot is to continue to grow,

recognize the services of a vendeur are essential.

I would like to offer you that position.

At the moment, I can only take on one vendeur, but at a later date, the

would become that of premier vendeur.

Without wishing to appear rude, Miss Elliot.

Why me?

You have an excellent reputation, Mrs. Burgoyne.

And I'm very happy in my present position.

Then you're most fortunate.

However, forgive me if I appear a little abrupt, Miss Elliot. This is the last

thing I expected.

It may be that I would consider a move.

Do you need an answer immediately?

No.

I would rather you considered the properties very carefully indeed.

Thanks.

I haven't sat down and done a detailed costing, but I would estimate about £500

would be enough, don't you?

I would think so.

And if we can release that from the investments, then we could make a really

good start on the improvements.

Yes.

Oh, Desmond, there's a buck in your voice.

Beatrice... Can you give me a week or two until I've seen to one or two

There are a couple of matters I should attend to before we can consider it. Oh,

yes, of course. But what? Yes, come in.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

There's a Mrs. Burgoyne to see you, Miss Elliot. Oh.

I have to be leaving anyway. I shall telephone you very soon. I would just

to have a word with Joseph, if I may.

Joseph. Excuse me, Miss Elliot.

Goodbye, Desmond.

Florence, please show Mrs. Burgoyne in. Thank you.

Mrs. Burgoyne.

Mrs. Elliot.

What a nice surprise.

Do sit down. Thank you.

This is your office, I presume?

Yes. So where does Miss Evangeline work?

In Paris.

She's left you?

Well, she's designing for Maison Gilles at the moment.

I understood she did most of the designing here.

No.

I take it you've come about the offer I made you? I'm still considering it. You

understand? Yes, of course.

But I should be most interested to see round your premises.

Yes, certainly.

Mrs. Rose tells me Lady Cumberland is one of your clients.

I'm acquainted with her ladyship, yes.

But I'm sure you appreciate it would be quite wrong of me to discuss details of

my clientele with anyone other than my employer.

Of course.

Let me show you round.

You said it was all right?

Yes, she probably did.

Now, over -sew the seams properly.

We never over -sew till after the final fitting.

We do now.

All raw edges will be over -sewn at each stage of the making -up.

Oh, that's daft. What do we want to go wasting time like that for?

Miss B's never wanted it done like that, and no -one knows the difference in the

end. I shall know, and it's my opinion that counts in this workroom, not yours.

I never started it.

Joseph, would you excuse me for just one moment, please?

Yes, of course, Miss Elliot. Thank you.

I did think, well, I assumed you had much larger premises.

Oh, but we're in the process of acquiring more space.

Here are the plans. They're well underway.

And they include separate rooms for the Vande Heuves, do they?

I beg your pardon?

Miss Elliot.

The art of a vendeuse is to cultivate the acquaintance of a certain quality of

lady, and then to look after her requirements of the house in the manner

which she is accustomed.

Whoever you appoint as vendeuse will need her own reception and private

room. It's the very least her clientele expect.

Does that mean, then, that... I'm sorry.

There really is not the room here for my ladies.

And as I said, I'm perfectly happy in my present position.

Well, thank you for being so direct with me. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs...

Mrs.

Ranby!

When you finish in here today, come and see me in my office. Thank you.

I don't care who or what it was about. It does not happen again, do you

understand? I will not have that sort of behaviour in my work room.

I should think so.

I thought everyone had gone home.

Well, yes, then.

Have you got a job, miss?

Sweeping the floor?

Making the tea?

Designing the odd gown?

Do you really need to ask?

Thank you.

Am I allowed to ask why?

Well,

I suppose when all's said and done, I'm just too arrogant to work for someone

else.

However good my work is, Maison Gilles will always be Maison Gilles and not the

House of Elliot.

Jill Karaniak may be the son, but I'm not terribly keen on being a whizzy

planet. Not professionally and not... Oh, never.

Evie?

It's all right. He didn't take advantage of me.

In fact, thinking about it, I'm not quite sure who seduced who.

B, don't look so stunned.

We had a wonderful few weeks and then it was over. That's all.

And you've no regrets?

No.

Not professionally and not in any other way either.

Gilles was incredible to work for.

But, you know, we're not that bad either.

We have a long way to go before we achieve that kind of success.

But you'll see.

We'll give Jill Karaniak something to think about.

Sir Desmond's office, Miss Elliot. Thank you, Joseph.

Hello, Beatrice Elliot.

Having considered the evidence set before us, it is the verdict of this

that the deceased, Desmond Albert Gillespie, by the consumption of noxious

poisons, did take his own life while the balance of his mind was restored.

I think you realize how little you know someone.

That's the worst thing, really. I thought that Desmond... We all did, Eve.

Elliot.

Ralph, the royal.

We haven't met. I was to Desmond's part. Oh, yes, of course. How do you do? How

do you do?

I realize this is neither the time nor the place, but if you could call me at

your convenience.

There are matters that need to be discussed.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

Good day.

Good day.

It's an awful day.

So, how did this affect you?

I beg your pardon?

Desmond's death, I was just wondering where it leaves the House of Elliot.

It leaves it without one of the best friends it ever had, Jack. It leaves me

without a godfather.

Jack didn't mean it like that.

No, I'm sorry. It's all right. It's my fault. I didn't mean to be insensitive.

I do think it's important that you find out sooner rather than later where you

stand. Your affairs are very tied up with Gillespie Soroyan. Yes, I know.

Well, I'm going to see Mr. Soroyan tomorrow.

I don't think there should be any problems there, though.

Problems could Desmond have had that forced him to poison himself in his own

office.

Sir Desmond had, well, how can I put this?

A somewhat individual approach to investments, Miss Elliot.

So much so that we're at some exertion just to trace the full extent of his

portfolios. I don't understand.

No, neither, my dear young lady, do we as yet.

But we shall.

Rest assured, we shall.

You will, I take it, be taking over for Desmond Prefers personally?

Along with my colleagues, of course.

In matters such as these, a great deal of consultation has to be made.

I see.

When may I expect to hear from you, Mr. Soroyan?

I have my own investment plans waiting, you see.

Please, all in good time. The mills of probate, Miss Elliot.

Like the mills of God, they grind the feeding flow.

Once again, we're at the mercy of someone else.

It's so infuriating not knowing anything.

And now when we've gone so far ahead without plans, you know we might not get

our money for months.

Well,

if worse comes to worse, we can always take over Jack's old studio.

I beg your pardon? B, it would be perfect.

The other side of the hallway, we could have all the public bits on one side,

all the working bits on the other.

Not quite perfect, Evie.

It's in such a ghastly state that refurbishments will cost a fortune.

Besides, I couldn't do that to Jack.

Who's it from?

He's left me for money.

Pete, that's horrible. It makes me feel like a vulture.

Evie, well, Desmond probably made his will out years ago.

And you were his goddaughter.

I shouldn't feel badly about it.

I didn't love him.

No. I know it sounds silly. I spent so much of my life without him.

But he helped us so much.

The answer isn't...

Cut jet beads are terribly elegant.

But I think, on the whole, I prefer the glass bugles.

Yes. Yes, the glass bugles. Yes, Lady Scotland, Joan.

Blended.

I'll call in for a final fishing a week on Friday, then.

Friday, yes, that'll be fine.

Good.

Good day.

Cut jet beading on the Costain Jones gown.

Really?

What did you say this was?

Turkey cathedral.

Very good.

Thank you.

Oh, studio.

Intimately.

Have you decided what you're going to do with it yet?

Me? It is your studio.

No, it's not.

I spent the entire loan I raised on it, so legally it's yours.

I rather assumed you were going to take it over.

Well, I just feel awkward about it, that's all.

Isn't that what Evie planned to do with the money Desmond left her?

Well, we have talked about it, but... Oh, dear.

It served its purpose as far as I'm concerned.

As you can see, all the girls are respectable and of an age to take

straight away.

Thank you very much.

This is Mrs. Ranby, who is an overall charge of the workroom.

And this is Miss Watkins, our head centrist, and she will supervise your

-day work.

Both Miss Watkins and Mrs. Ranby will teach you everything you need to know.

Who knows, if you work hard and get on well, perhaps one day you'll be showing

the new apprentices what to do.

Welcome to the House of Elliot.

White girl, I think the first thing I need to do is keep you all round the

world. And then, I don't know your name.

I'll be down.

Miss Elliot?

Yes?

I was just wondering, who's going to be the new head seamstress?

What new head seamstress?

You mean Tilly's going to manage both workrooms?

I think Tilly can cope perfectly well.

Don't you?

Yes, Miss Elliot.

Besides, now we have all this wonderful new space, the first thing we need is a

vendeur.

Mrs. Deforsh, I'm so sorry, Lord.

Oh, how lovely.

That's not mine.

Mrs Costain -Jones?

Yes, but that's not mine. I wanted the glass bugle beading.

But Mrs Ramsey... Oh, for heaven's sake, I wanted the dandruff for this weekend.

Tilly, you have ruined Mrs Costain -Jones' gown. I specifically said the

bugle, not the cut jet. What on earth do you think you were doing?

Very sorry.

Sorry? Well, I would have thought... Oh, I suppose it doesn't matter that much.

Give it to me and I'll try it on anyway.

Oh, yeah.

to see you, but I wasn't expecting you. Oh, neither was anybody else. Oh, sit

down. Thank you. How are you? I'm fine.

Beatrice, the truth is I'm beginning to find Hussar's a trifle stuffy.

I rather thought I'd like to take a look at the Elliot Autumn Collection.

Well, why don't I show you myself?

Thank you. This way.

Ah, goodbye, Mrs. Costain. Goodbye, Mrs.

Rhodes. Mrs. Costain Jones.

Oh, Jack told me you'd finished your extension.

Really? When was that?

Oh, when you came round with my photographs days ago.

We haven't as yet found the vendeurs.

Didn't you get in touch with Alice Burgoyne?

Yes, I did, but unfortunately she turned me down.

Never mind. Now we have the right facility for a vendeur.

I'm sure it won't be long before we find someone suitable.

My dear, you must approach Alice again.

Everyone's after her. Why?

Because she's made it quite clear she wants to leave for SARS.

They really are dreadful people.

Don't know why I go there.

They've no idea what she's worth.

And you see, somebody of her calibre won't stand for being treated as just

another employee.

But, Clara, she has already turned us down.

Why should she be interested in us now if she wasn't before?

She'll be special here, Beatrice.

She'll be appreciated.

Honestly, you're mad if you don't try.

Half London's fighting over a clientele.

Madame, there seem to be a great many things which appear to be beyond your

control at the moment, including your clients.

Having been frustrated in two appointments here, Mrs Pemberton now

Lucille.

Countess Nicolai has gone back to Paris because you upset her, and now Mrs

Desforges.

Mrs. Burgoyne, your value to Hussars is determined by the quality of your list

of clients.

I suggest you improve the quality of your list before your value... It's in

your hands.

Alice Burgoyne.

Miss Elliot.

I'll just consult my diary.

We would very much like you to consider working for us. I don't know.

I'm sure we can agree favourable to them. Oh, yes. We can offer you £100 a

plus the usual commission, naturally.

It hardly matches my present salary, Miss Elliot.

To make such an important move, I really couldn't accept less than £150.

Oh.

However...

As you promised me the position of Premier Vendeurs, to show good faith, I

concede a little.

£125. I cannot accept less.

£2 .10 a week.

And a contract for a year's employment.

Is that year going to start on Monday next?

Very well.

Right.

Thank you, Anne.

Till Monday.

£2 .10 a week. B, are we planning to rob the Bank of England?

Are we mad?

Think of it as an investment, Evie.

Alice Burgoyne, list of clients. Just better include all the crowned heads in

Europe for £2 .10 a week.

Yes, come in.

Yes, Florence.

I'm sorry, Miss Elliot, but it just won't do. What won't do, Florence?

Miss Watkins.

I've tried and tried, but can I get any sense into it? No, I can't. Why, what's

the matter now?

Maybe it's me that should have more patience.

But I am used to professionals, Miss Elliot. Now, I'm not saying Miss Watkins

does it on purpose. She doesn't know any better. And it's me that has to sort it

all out. What is Tilly doing? What do you have to sort out, Florence?

Well, the business with the Costain Jones gown, for a start. What business?

She put the wrong beads on it. What?

Now, that's very serious. I think Tilly should be here to explain herself.

Tilly?

Tilly, Florence tells us that you put the wrong beads on a gown for Mrs

-Jones. Is that right?

Well, yes, I... I'm sorry.

This is very serious. What has happened here?

You see, Miss Watkins doesn't... I thought Mrs Ramby said cut check beads.

That's because you weren't listening. Look, where is the dress now?

Oh, the customer took it anyway. She quite liked the beading that was done,

that's not the point. No, the point is, Florence and Tilly, I really have had

enough of these differences between you two.

What is going on with them?

Lord knows.

Could I have two spices, please?

No, how's it been?

It's not the same any more. Not since you left.

Who have they got her, the new head cutter?

Miss Harriet Timmons.

She's awful, Florence. She heaves into the workroom with her bottom out to

Won't allow no talking or nothing.

Of course, old Miss Webb thinks she's God's gift.

And how is the spider?

Bad as ever.

She's really got it in for me since you left.

Don't know why, but I ain't going to put up with it much longer.

Really? Oh, yes.

Soon as I see another job with the same sort of money, I'm off.

What about a better job, Elsie?

Like head of a seamstress?

Show me what daughter knock on.

How's the value?

What? Don't they have one already?

Not a proper one.

Just a jumped -up little stitcher called Tilly.

Can't see her glasses.

I've got in some, innit?

I work at the Melbourne Hotel.

Big tans of crumbs.

Pigeons think I'm Father Christmas.

I'll bet.

Do you work round here?

How's the belly up?

I made them straight.

All I could get is button.

I don't think they go for them much, do you?

Eh?

Pigeons.

True. Not well known for eating button.

Pigeons.

Norman. Norman Fox.

It's Lee Watkins.

Me.

Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

I haven't seen you before in the garden.

I suppose I don't come here much, do I?

What's so different about today, then?

Today the air smells better out here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I've got to get back sometime, though.

You'll be getting a breath of fresh air tomorrow, then?

I might do.

Bye.

I understood that when you joined us, Alice, that you would bring with you a

list of valuable clients.

There are very few people in here that I've ever heard of.

In fact, there are very few people in here at all.

I'm sorry, Miss Elliot.

A number of my clients proved more loyal to his hours than they did to me.

I am, after all, merely the agent, not the supplier.

But I am sure in time I can woo back the sort of clients you expect.

I shall look forward to that.

I'd like to go.

I understand how you must feel, Mrs. Burgoyne, but I wouldn't worry about it.

I'm used to Miss Beatrice's manner by now, especially when she's upset.

Her husband... Well, it's not my business, so I mustn't gossip, must I?

Do you know Clara Rhodes?

She was a customer at his house.

Oh, he wouldn't go out.

Oh, hello.

Oh, hello.

Good night, Tilly.

Good night.

Don't you finish for the day, then?

Yeah, thank goodness.

Just parking, was I?

On my way back for the evening shift.

Oh.

You've not got your pitchers with you, then?

No.

They're in the pantry waiting for the chef to pluck.

We'd be delighted to make you, Mr Devon. Thank you.

Yes, she is.

Mrs. Dayford, this is my sister, Beatrice Elliot. How do you do?

Very pleased to meet you.

I was just about to take Miss Dayford through to meet her one day. Yes, I've

heard you've taken someone on. Anyone I know.

Alice Burgoyne.

Well, I'm terribly sorry I wasted your time, Miss Elliot.

But I couldn't tolerate that woman.

Sadly, I think you'll find that I'm not the only one.

Good day.

If I'd wanted to give the woman a reference, I would have written one,

Miss Jones.

Of course, she may be in Carly's suitable for a position other than

No, not exactly.

Let's say she developed a rather unfortunate manner.

For which we are paying £2 .10 a week.

Come on, let's go home and relax.

What's that look for? What have I done?

All right, do you want to hear some news?

The bad news is Hazard wouldn't have given Alice a reference even if she'd

for one.

Georgina Heron said she regularly missed appointments.

The really bad news is that she's under contract to us for a year for £2 .10 a

week. Good God.

Where in the... Where did you get this woman from?

Well, she came very highly recommended by your old chum, Clara Rhodes, Jack.

who also gave me the distinct impression she would be giving her patronage to

the House of Elliot.

Jack, what an unexpected pleasure.

Isn't it silly? We don't see each other for ten years and then... It's all

right, Clara.

What's going on?

Where, dear?

Parliament? Beer it?

The Parliament? You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. That Burgoyne

woman you foisted on my wife.

Oh, Jack, I never foisted.

I merely find people who deserve each other, put them together and leave them

get on with it.

Clara, what has Beatrice ever done for you?

Absolutely nothing.

I don't give a fig about her.

But it is rather fun watching you squirm, though.

You mean to say this is your idea of revenge?

Hmm, why not?

I don't like being turned down, Jack.

Not by you.

Not by anybody.

Are you really that self -centered? Or are you just bored with your marriage?

I'm not unique.

Why?

Why me?

Simple malice, dear heart.

One of the few pleasures I have left in life.

Poor old you.

Do you know, I can't even imagine being that desperate.

Bye. Bye.

Hello.

How are you both? Are you feeling any better?

A few well -chosen words with Alice.

Whether or not it does any good remains to be seen.

I found out something about that.

I'm terribly sorry, but it seems to be my fault.

Oh, really?

I went to see Clara this morning.

She has become even more spiteful than I'd remembered her.

Apparently this whole escapade is some pathetic attempt at revenge for my

rejection of her.

What? Which one?

Sorry?

I know you'd broken off your engagement. Have you also broken off your present

entanglement? What?

Jack, you and Clara are the gossip of the workroom. Everyone's talking about

you. Don't be absurd. There's nothing to talk about.

Pete, you don't seriously believe that. Well, I don't know.

Anyway, were you to thank for all of this?

You would have preferred it if I'd encouraged her.

No.

No, of course not. All I am saying is... Is that you believe the fantasies of

some stupid neurotic woman? Look, who was it who urged me to see her in the

first place? Who thought the house of Elliot might have something to gain from

her? Jack, how dare you suggest that I am that mercenary? No, I have... I've

a long and frustrating day and I'd quite like to go to bed now.

You two are welcome to sit here and fight if you want to, but quite frankly,

much rather you didn't.

Evie's right.

Come on, let's talk about this at home.

I need to talk to Evie.

Fine.

Evie, can I stay with you tonight?

Do you mind?

Yes, you can, but yes, I do mind.

Alice and Clara B., they are not worth fighting with Jack over.

He's your husband. He loves you.

He doesn't deserve that kind of treatment.

Well, does he?

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