All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s03e02.eng

Where on earth have you been?

Germany. We've been frantic about you.
You weren't at the studio. You weren't

the hotel.

No one has been able to contact you for
weeks. People have been writing,

telephone. Why? What's happened?

Is it my parents?

No, they're well as far as I know.

Well, then what has happened? Why this
urgency?

Because when no one could get in touch
with you, we were just a little

concerned. That's all.

I finished the film four weeks ago,
moved into Max's apartment, a German

friend's apartment, to work on a new
idea, that's all.

Do you like a drink?

No, thank you. Why didn't you tell
anyone?

I wasn't aware anyone was interested.
Oh, Jack, don't be ridiculous.

I have spent four hours on a freezing
train, six hours waiting for a boat, and

eight hours being tossed around... Jack,
oh, Max! John, this is a nice surprise.

Good to see you. Welcome home.

So, how have you been?

Splendid.

Looked after your flat like it was a
baby. They even bought you a new

Beatrice.

Tori, am I interrupting something?

No, it's all right. I was just leaving.

Well, telecon you're not there.

All right.

I'm glad you're safe.

What an evening.

Honestly, you must meet this Larry
Cotter.

Why? Well, he must use about a pound of
lavender pomade on his hair for a start.

It's a shame, really.

What he was saying was actually quite
interesting.

He's very well informed about it.

About fashion altogether.

But I couldn't keep my eyes off these
extraordinary rings he was wearing.

You have to admire his nerves, though.

He suggested we go into partnership on
some ready -to -wear scheme he was

planning. Can you imagine?

Are you all right, V?

Did you collect your things from the
flat?

No, I didn't.

Jack came home.

Why? What's wrong with it?

I think it's the way you've drawn it.

What? Well, it's awfully similar to Paul
Alliot's style, isn't it? Well, don't

you like Alliot?

Oh, yes, of course, but what I want to
see is great people.

I see.

Yeah.

Within limits, I would like you to try
and fit in with the general house of

Elliot's style. I am trying. And it
shows.

All I'm saying is your designs may look
good on paper, but when Charles cuts,

you have to work from these drawings.

Most of our clients are not seven feet
tall and two inches wide.

You want me to draw short, fat, middle
-aged women?

I think we could, um, compromise.

Don't you?

What do you think of that?

Dear Miss Elliot, for the last two
years... Gosh.

Deuzium Vendors and Maison Gilles in
Paris have been posting back to the

Office. Could the gods be smiling on us
for a change?

I don't know, but I'd certainly like to
meet this Mrs Cartwright.

I'm going to telephone her as soon as
she returns to England.

Oh. Who's going to tell Jess?

No one for the moment.

She has a chill, which means we have to
deal with the day's appointments

ourselves.

Oh, Jess.

Evie.

Tell me about Larry Cotter.

Oh, I told you about him last night.

Yes, but I wasn't listening properly.

Well, his idea was that we design a
collection of quality ready -to -wear,

he would then manufacture in his
workshops.

And fell to certain prestigious
emporiums.

Well, didn't he go into any more detail?

Well, he may well have done, but quite
honestly, I was so appalled by his

behaviour, I didn't pay that much
attention.

You're not interested, are you?

That is not something I want to dismiss
out of hand.

But not with Cotter.

We don't know anything about him. Apart
from the fact that he wears too much

lavender pomade.

Hey, Tilly, are you going to carry on
working after the baby's born? Oh, no.

I want to be at home with the baby.

You're leaving then?

Yeah. Well, if I can manage your normal
wages, that is.

You can always come back here in the
summer, though. Little sister leaves

then. She can look after it.

Hey, did Mrs.

Quance work?

She did a spot of dressmaking from home.

Yeah, quite successful, too.

Who knows what she might have done? Hope
she lived.

Oh, they're horrible things, motorcars.

Your wife get killed, did she?

What happened?

Miss Keeble!

She stepped out from a hired -on omnibus
and got knocked down by an oncoming

motor car.

Trouble was that the car knocked her
back into the path of the bus, ran her

over.

And that was that.

Does he want to be a millionaire?

I beg your pardon?

Never but never invest in a businessman
who doesn't.

You need a handsome return on whatever
investments you make. But your main

investment is in his ambition. Donald,
you are so cynical. This isn't just

making money.

Then you shouldn't be doing business.

Are you and your sister playing some
elaborate game of fancy dress for the

entertainment of a privileged few? A
rapidly declining privileged few, I

add? I'm sorry, but it has to be said.
You see, I suspect your judgment of Mr.

Cotter is based more on the way he
speaks and the smell of his hair.

It's just we've never had dealings with
his sort before.

Well, pay close attention to him, Bea.

He and his kind are a new and powerful
breed.

It won't be long before they rule the
fashion world.

They already do enough days.

Larry Cotter.

Oh, Miss Elliot.

Look, about the other night... Oh, Miss
Beatrice Elliot, of course.

No, I'd be delighted to show you around.

Any time at all. No, that'd be
wonderful.

Spend it.

Well, I look forward to seeing you then.

Goodbye.

Doris! You got any bits of lace in stock
for me, Mr. Charles?

I think there's some remnants of
Clooney.

And there may be some Chinese feeler. I
just want to see shapes and colours,

really. Can I have a look through?

Let me come with you.

I know where everything is.

Didn't take her long to get her clawed
in, did it?

Dock room.

Betty, that's a horrid thing to say.

Mr. Charles isn't like that.

Maybe so. I wouldn't put anything past
her.

Do you hear the way he spoke about Mrs.
Quance, though? I mean, I knocked down

dead on him as calm as you like.

Smiling and everything.

It was a long time ago, Agnes. What
would you like him to do, burst into

No, but you would have thought he would
have shown some in it.

Maybe he was glad she went. Oh, Betty.

Maybe he'd done it himself.

Mr. Charles is a gentleman, though. Oh,
they're the worst sorts, Agnes. You mark

my words.

Quiet as you like on the outside.

But how do we know what's going on
inside, eh?

Maybe he cut her up and buried her under
the floorboard.

Betty, please.

Why did he do that, though? So that he
can marry Miss what's -her -name. Oh,

now, that is enough. Any more of your
nonsense and I'm going to go straight to

Miss B.

Hello, love.

Is it a case of a posh mother?

No, it's Madam, Miss B's husband.

What's she called Miss B for, then?

I don't know.

Hello. Where have you been all day?

I called the office, I called the flat.

Couldn't find you anywhere.

I've been with clients most of the day.

We have Bondo's problems again.

Would you like to join me for dinner?

Yes, all right.

I'll call for you in an hour.

I reckon he's got them up his sleeve.

Not a chance to get your own back, do
you?

Yeah, why not?

Here.

Me and Agnes have got to sit here all
night like lemons, have we?

I tell you what, we'll play partners.

Me and Maeve against you two.

We'll show you how to do it. Hey, Perth.

Let's have a bob on the side, eh?

Make it more interesting.

Don't know about that, mate. Give all my
cash to my mum last payday.

Come on, you've got some darlings, your
darling.

Then there's a bob each.

Well... Go on, sweetheart.

Can I bet you a Friday?

Yeah, all right.

You're a smasher.

That's what you are.

I'm not going to sit and fight with you.

I'm not fighting with you.

I'm merely explaining why I was
disappointed when you didn't show up on

boat. What on earth should I have done?

You told me to go to Germany. What does
that have done, a rejection?

Oh, don't be childish, Jack.

You told me to go to America. I didn't
take that as a rejection.

Why do you think I spent the night with
you?

I haven't a clue.

Obviously so ashamed of yourself you
didn't dare face me next morning.

Jack, I appreciate the offer, but if you
don't mind, I'll take a taxi and go

home and have supper with Evie.

Oh, I was being childish.

All right, why did you

spend the night with me?

If it had meant anything at all to you,
you wouldn't have sneaked off like that.

Not a word.

Not a note.

I had a boat to catch.

But you wanted me to follow you.

I wanted you to make a free choice.

How could I do anything when I was fast
asleep?

You could have woken up!

I'll make you an exhibition of
ourselves.

Let's see.

For what?

We've both behaved very stupidly.
Perhaps it's time we stopped.

Meaning what?

Meaning we're both sick and tired of
feeling that the bishop has been

Our marriage may be over, but we're
still fond of each other, aren't we?

Of course.

Yes.

Let us behave like it, shall we?

A bedtime match.

Just finish this and then I'll be in.

Oh.

All right.

Well, make sure you turn the gas off
properly then.

Last time you stayed up reading, it'd
have been on half the night if I hadn't

come in and checked.

at this time of night.

What are you doing here?

Easy, Jerry.

Albert!

Hello, Marge.

Any chance of a bed for the night?

I mean...

Albert and my dad always have been quick
off the mark with each other.

But this one nearly came to blows,
apparently.

What, just having a stupid old strike?

It may have been stupid down here, but
it were dead serious up north.

Still is. I mean, look at me. It's
ripped my family apart nearly.

I can't see people getting that worked
up about it. Oh, they do.

See, my dad went back down the mines
before the strike was really over.

But our Albert stayed out for months.

And then they sacked him. What for?

They've got men working longer hours, so
they don't need so many.

Besides, Albert were mixed up with the
union and that.

That's me mum I feel sorry for. She had
a nice happy home before all this.

Mind you, so did I.

Men. Boy, little boys, the lot of them.

The trouble is, I can see both sides.

I'm just as torn as me mum.

How long's Albert stopping with you?

That's what Gerry keeps asking.

Right,

that's the cutting room. Now, through
here...

Is the workroom.

Right.

Flora does the sleeves.

Millie does the back seams.

And Peggy puts the front and back
together.

Now, Dot here, she sets the sleeves in
because she's been here longest. Well,

it's the hardest part, you see. Oh.

Well, of course you know that. There's
nothing much I can tell you about

sleeves, is there? It's very tricky.

Do you have a separate finishing room,
Mr. Cotter? Yes.

Through here.

Through here.

Right.

Now, this is where we do the hems and
buttonholes and

buttons.

May I?

Thank you.

Oh, those are part of a special order
for Manchester.

Spriggan Harris, just off the High
Street.

Not the sort of thing I expect you to be
interested in.

No. No.

What would you expect it to be?

Ah, well, this way, ladies and
gentlemen.

It's a story of passion, betrayal, and
love triumphal. What sort of thing you

so well?

Not anymore, I don't.

Blake pans in despair.

Suddenly, he sees Emily riding towards
the car.

And then, of course, it pours with rain.

You have no faith.

Oh, I can't tell you how good it is to
see you again, Jack.

I've been trying to get a hold of you
for weeks.

Is this the new script?

Uh -huh.

I wrote it in Germany.

Written by Jack Maddox and Max Keller.

I'd like you to do a co -authorship.

Well, Max is a very clever chap.

I worked with him on the film in
Germany. We got on well together. So I

we'd do one for this country.

Is it any good?

Read it and see.

All right. I'll read it tonight, I
promise. Thank you. Ready, Mr Barrett?

I'll let you get back to your love
triumphant.

It's good to have you back in harness
again. We could do with a new Jack

picture. Bye, Abraham.

Bye. Now, you tell me a big London store
that's not in there, apart from

Harrods, of course, but that's just a
matter of time.

Well, you certainly have an impressive
list of contacts in the retail trade, Mr

Carter. Well, at the moment, I'm selling
cheap goods. You know it and I know it.

Now, the thing is, I happen to be
selling quite a lot of it.

Now, what I want to be doing is selling
a lot of good stuff. Now, have a look at

this.

Paris copy, tenth of the Paris price.

What do you think?

Cutting's bad.

The finishing is inadequate.

There's no finesse in the line.

Miss Elliot, if I had those skills at my
disposal, I'd hardly be talking to you

now, would I?

No, I don't suppose you would.

Because... Supposing the House of Elliot
were to enter into an agreement with

you and produce ready -to -wear outfits,
who would you envisage buying them?

Who would you envisage engaging as a
secretary?

Oh, go on, describe her.

Mid -twenties, well -educated, well
-brought up, nicely spoken.

What's she going to wear when she meets
her in -laws for the first time?

What's her mum going to wear when she
gets married?

I'm tempted to say not only is it the
one way in which such a venture could

succeed, but, and forgive me if I speak
out of turn, it is very important that

it does succeed. Why?

We're not in any form of trouble.

We sell some of the finest gowns in
London, but we are still a very small

concern. A very successful one.

We have our niche in London couture,
certainly, but we cannot hope to compete

the same terms as...

Maison Gilles, for instance, we simply
do not have the resources.

So we have only two choices.

Either allow ourselves to become the
poor relation amongst the London fashion

houses or accept what expertise Mr.
Cotter has to offer and set off to

and conquer new dominions.

That may be rather a melodramatic way of
putting things. No, not at all, Joseph.

We value your opinion enormously.

If I can be of any further assistance.

No, thank you.

Shall we sing the national anthem?

We're showing the new Charlie Chaplin at
the weekend, Mr. Charles. Are you going

to go and see it? I'd like to.

Here.

I'll just wear my jerry out, Mr.
Charles.

Now that is much better.

I mean it. A client could really start
to see herself in that.

And the colour's better, too.

Better than what?

Better than the flame orange you've used
here.

It's bold, vivid. And very unflattering
to a more mature English skin.

Captain.

Valued client.

Let me see her cloth all the time. You
really are doing very well.

Let me see it.

It's my birthday on Saturday. We're
having a bit of a party at the house. I

your pardon?

My birthday party.

Would you like to come?

Well, yes.

I'd like that very much, thank you. It's
about nine o 'clock.

Bring something to drink.

Oh, you know where I live.

Jessica Unwell?

She telephoned to say she had a chill.

Oh, she is naughty.

Why she didn't just tell you she was off
to Vienna, I can't imagine.

Vienna? Yes.

She's staying with the de Guileses for a
month.

Of course, I knew this nonsense wouldn't
last a moment once something more

interesting came up.

Do you have someone splendid to take
over from her?

Well, yes, fortunately we do.

Good.

Oh, I do like these sleeves.

I mean, people were actually gasping at
the last shield collection.

We should let Grace show a couple of
dresses. That would make them gasp all

right.

How is she progressing?

Surprisingly well, actually.

The use of colour is startling.

And she has this constant urge to shock
all the time, but she's learning.

Are you finding her any easier to get on
with?

Let's just say we're working on it.

Actually, she's inviting me to her party
this evening.

Really?

Why don't you come?

I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

Well, Donald and I are going to a
concert this afternoon. We'll probably

dinner later as well.

That's the third time this week.

Is there any reason why I shouldn't? Of
course not.

I just thought, now that Jack's home,
you... Evie, far too much water has

under that bridge.

I feel I have the right to see whoever I
choose.

Don't you?

I just think I'm entitled to know how
long he's going to be here. You can be

entitled to a lot of things, love, but
if he doesn't know himself, it can

tell you, can it? Why?

You don't be daft.

I don't think he's daft wanting to get
into your own privy on a Saturday

morning. I don't think he's daft being a
bit put out when your privacy's invaded

by a total stranger.

It's me brother.

Well, I've only met him the once at our
wedding.

For pity's sake.

If it's a visit, then that's fine.

If he wants to stay for a few days while
he sorts himself out other lodgings,

that's all right, too.

But if he thinks he's going to stay a
squandering of us forever... Well...

A delightful setting for a concert.

Have you been to the Paris opera?

No, is it very beautiful?

Stunning.

Come with me when I visit Paris next
week and we'll go together.

What's the matter? Wouldn't you like to
go to Paris with me? It's a lovely idea,

Donald, but I can't.

With no bondeurs and quite a lot of work
on, I really can't spare the time.

Okay.

What?

Nothing.

It's just refreshing to have someone who
understands why one can't just drop

everything at a moment's notice. Who
just says, okay.

Well, I know what it's like to run a
business.

Which is not to say I'm not
disappointed.

Was Jack a very jealous man?

Not jealous.

He just expected too much from me.

And I am too... Selfish?

I beg your pardon?

That's not a criticism, B.

When people are as single -minded and
dedicated as we are, they are selfish.

They put everything they have into what
they're doing.

I guess it's one reason I never married.

I never found a woman who could
understand that.

Or at least who put up with it.

Doesn't the prospect of being lonely
ever frighten you?

I didn't say there wasn't room for love.

I'm not offering what Jack offered.

And I'm not expecting what he expected.

All I'm saying is...

We all have a room each.

And this is the studio.

You can't make the clothes up here,
surely?

No, downstairs where it's clean.

I do paint up here sometimes, though.

Are they all up?

Mostly.

That bloke with the beard, he's a
sculptor. Anthony over there, he's a

I haven't a clue who that cool chap is.

Miles, James, Harry.

They're all at the Chelsea Polytechnic.
That's where we all met.

Oh. I thought you said that you... I was
a model there for a while, not a

student. Well, you know me.

Anything to earn an honest penny.

I'd have liked to have gone to art
school.

Wouldn't you?

I'd have liked to have been a duchess,
but life didn't turn out that way.

Shame, really.

Sorry, Grace, I didn't mean to... Miles,
come and meet my boss.

Miles? E .B. Elliot, as in House of
Elliot.

Miles is an illustrator.

Much better than me.

But then, most people are, aren't they?

Don't worry about Grace. In another
life, she was a porcupine.

Have some more beer.

Thanks.

Is your father one of these radical,
enlightened chaps, then?

I beg your pardon?

Taking on young Grace Lee as a trainee
designer?

My sister and I started the business
after my father died.

I took on young Grace Lee.

I'm awfully sorry.

I'm very impressed.

Where did you train?

Beatrice and I had always made our own
clothes.

Hello.

Is this one of the new models?

No, it is not.

Oh.

What a shame.

I'm not going back.

I can't live under the same roof with
that man.

Just try and see it from Dad's point of
view, though. It's one thing you staying

out on strike. You don't have a family
to feed.

I've always paid me way.

I know.

But Dad's still got the most
responsibility, hasn't he? In which

be grateful to me and the likes of me.

I don't see how you make that out.

Far as I can see, your lot's just caused
more trouble for everyone.

My lot?

My lot think we've got a duty to stand
up for the rights of them that can't

stand up for themselves, both like our
old man who I've got mouths to feed.

Well, if that's the case, I don't think
you've made a very good job of it then,

have you? Oh, stop!

I think I'm entitled to express an
opinion in my own house.

Then I'm going down the pub where I
can't hear them.

Good.

Miles, these really are beautiful.

I love this one, don't you?

Oh, just a model we had a few months
ago.

Oh, don't talk like that.

You treat them as if they weren't people
at all.

I don't treat you like that.

Only because I don't let you.

My grandmother modelled for every artist
there was just about.

Renoir, Degas, Lautrec.

They all became famous, but who
remembers her, eh?

They remember her bottom, though.

Her granny's bottom is in every art
gallery in Europe.

I think you should apologise.

She just can't take a joke.

Mars, do you always draw figures?

Do you ever draw landscape?

Hardly.

Structure fascinates me.

Just when I think I understand it, well,
I suppose I realise that I don't.

Should we go on to a nightclub?

What?

Come on, there's a place I know that
plays jazz till dawn. Harry!

Stop being a pest and push off.

Here's a good job.

I'll go on my own, then.

It's rather flattering, isn't it?

Has Miles become your latest admirer?

Of course not.

He's just a personable, talented young
artist who happens to share lodgings

Grace.

He goes to the Chelsea Polytechnic. Yes,
you said.

Actually, they're showing an exhibition
of students' work next week. Shall we

go? Is that because you want me to meet
Miles?

Of course not. I just thought you might
like to see some students' work.

Yes, all right.

What is wrong with it? Nothing.

It's well -written, well -researched,
good characters. Then why would Abraham

take it on?

Has he read it?

Yes. So what did he say?

He just said it wasn't right for the
studio.

Where is Abraham? Let me talk to him.

He's not here. But his car's there.

He doesn't want to see me, is that it?

Sorry, old man.

Not my doing.

Is it to do with the subject matter?

The fact that the hero's journal... I
don't know.

Abraham feels it's too complex, the
story.

Perhaps if we start making talkies.

Look, Jack, I'm just the messenger.

Except what Abraham says. It's just not
right for his studio at the moment.

How was your weekend, Meg? Oh, don't
ask. Oh, sorry.

I went to the cinema with Percy.

Went to see that new Charlie Chaplin
film you were talking about.

And we had a fish supper after.

Oh, VI life.

Well, I hope you didn't end up paying
again.

No, I did not.

He borrows when he's lost from the dogs
or something. He don't do it all the

time.

Don't need to get the folks deemed up
about it. Only taking an interest.

Well, I had a smashing weekend.

Oh, did you?

Me and Stanley went out and treated
ourselves to a new settee for the front

room. How did the money come in then?
Oh, nowhere. I just won back all the

Percy lost.

Is it nice?

Oh, ever so smart.

They're comfy as well.

Oh, me and Norman have got to start
thinking of getting things in for the

soon. And how are we going to afford it,
though?

Well, do what Stan and me did, get me
HP.

Do what?

Well, the never -never. Guinea down,
half a crown a week till it's paid off.

Couldn't. We're going to get armchairs
next.

Matching ones.

I think we have to insist that the dumps
are inspected and finished here. Of

course. And I would like to see
substantial orders from the buyers

invest in any of these new American
cutting machines.

We'll need to look for a larger workshop
fairly soon, too.

Apart from the finishing and design, I
don't think we can accommodate any more

of the ready -to -wear here.

I think we have to give our couture
priority.

Yes.

Come in.

Mrs Cartwright's here.

Tilly, please, show her in. Thank you.

Oh, come on.

No. Why not? I'm a good worker.

Look, I've got good workers crawling out
of the woodwork begging for jobs.

Good London workers.

What do you think you're doing with
that? Go and get someone to help you.

It's a lovely match.

Oh, is it true what they're saying, Miss
B, that Miss Armstrong's left and we've

got a new vendeur? Yes, it is. Her name
is Francoise Cartwright.

She's very charming. I think she'll suit
us perfectly.

That's a relief.

Miss B?

Yes?

My brother Albert's down from
Lancashire. He's staying with us while

for work.

Only there isn't much around and...

Well, I don't suppose there's a job here
he could do, is there? He's not a

tailor, is he?

He's a miner.

Madge, I'm sorry.

Well, I would help if I could. Oh, I
know, I know.

You don't mind me asking, do you? Of
course I don't, no.

All right. Good night, then.

Good night.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Making a favour.

Look, I'm just about to... It's all
right, I'm not saying...

I just wondered if you'd read this for
me. It's the film scenario I wrote in

Germany. Of course I'll read it. Abraham
Barak has turned it down flat.

No discussion, no talk of rewriting. He
wouldn't even see me himself.

The thing is, I've read it over and over
again, and I just can't see why he's

thrown it out.

Well, I'm not sure I'll be able to tell
you. You must have other friends who...

Other friends who feel obliged to be
polite.

I don't know anyone quite as brutally
honest as you.

Hello, darling.

Hello. Did you have a good day?

No. It's getting better.

Sorry. I thought it was Percy.

You're soft -headed. This is my brother,
Albert.

Albert, this is Agnes. She works with
me.

Pleased to meet your acquaintance.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Come on, then. Let's get off home.

You all right, Wes? Do you want us to
stop with you for a while?

No, I'm all right.

Tardo.

Night, then.

Night.

You're being very encouraging.

Well, you know how I feel about it.

I think Ready to Wear is right for the
House of Elliot.

Quite frankly, I think you'll enjoy it.

There's nothing to be frightened about.

I'll always be on hand if you need help
or advice.

You are kind.

I still wish you were coming with me to
Paris.

There will be other times.

I hope so.

Have a wonderful time.

Telephone me when you get back.

You can count on it.

Bye.

At least he's out looking for work.
That's something.

It's the thought of Albert sitting down
the aisle for a day that Jerry can't

stand. Wouldn't it be nice if Stan would
be able to help?

Help? Well, he always knows if there's
anything going down the docks.

Bring Albert down there to see him.
Albert's nice, isn't he?

Very kind of you, Betty. I'll do that.

Oh, yeah.

Stan's got a fight on tonight down the
dog and ducking line house. Bring Albert

down there.

Hey! He sets up the odd boxing mat for
them in the room upstairs.

Here.

We all go.

I can know it a bit.

No, fine, it's better.

Don't think I'd enjoy watching two grown
men beat each other up.

Albert would like it, though.

Magnus? Well, I'm supposed to be having
tea with Percy.

Shouldn't you see what he wants?

No, I will come. Blow him. Oh!

He stood me up last night. I waited an
hour outside there to make a jolly well

whistle tonight.

Good for you.

We would want these garments to be sold
under a separate label.

We would also want full control over the
advertising and eventual choice of

stores in which they would be sold.

We wish to have a final say on both the
quality of the ranges and the price

they'll be sold at.

Couldn't agree more.

And finally, we will obviously be
required to invest a considerable amount

this venture.

So once we have agreed in principle
amongst ourselves, all terms of

will be drawn up by our own lawyers.

Now is all that acceptable to you?

Well, ladies, uh...

I can't really say just at the moment.

You've obviously given my proposal such
careful thought. I'd like to go away and

do the same for your proposals.

If that's acceptable to you.

Good day.

He really is very good.

What's interesting is the way his work
changes.

Those earlier ones are just Aubrey
Bairdley copies. These are pure marvels.

Detail on that robe.

So, may I present Miss Beatrice and
Evangeline Elliot.

Hello. Mr George Holt, my friend. We are
honoured by your visit.

My daughter is a great admirer of your
clothes.

Thank you.

You really do have some very impressive
work on display here, Mr Holt. The

illustrations in particular.

Ah, we've recently adopted a new policy,
Miss Elliot. In addition to our staff

lecturers, we now encourage established
designers and illustrators... to come in

for special tutorials.

Let me show you something.

You'll appreciate this.

Very good.

Tim Hampton became fascinated by the
Pochoir process after a lecture by

Castagne.

Hampton then took his portfolio to
Gilles Keraniac.

He designs for Maison Gilles?

Only he illustrates their designs for
magazines and so forth. It seems that

demands are being made upon art every
day.

If you would excuse us for a moment, I'd
like Miles here to meet us, will you?

I know what you're going to say. We do
need an illustrator, Bea, and Miles is

first class.

It is a good idea, but we're taking on
an awful lot all at once. Grace, Larry

Cotter.

Now, Miles, I will not stand back and
let Maison Gilles steal a march on us

again.

We'll have a real edge of this
arrangement with Larry Kotter goes well.

sharpen it.

Superb, ready -to -wear advertising.

Superb couture illustrations.

I don't want to be a poor relation bee.
No more do I.

Not full time, all right?

Every you say.

Are you leaving? Not quite yet.

Miles, if your principal were to agree,
would you be interested in doing some

illustrations for the House of Elliot?

I don't know what to say.

Well, yes, I do know what to say. Yes,
I'd love to. We're not offering full

-time employment, you understand.

We could maybe pay for two half -days a
week, something like that. Or perhaps

arrange a fee per illustration.

Anything. Anything at all. That would be
simply wonderful.

In that case, I'll go and talk to Mr
Holt.

Oh, Evie, thank you.

You're welcome.

I mean, for speaking to your sister
about me.

Well, it means a great deal.

I'm looking for a bloke called Stan
Butcher. Do you know him?

You match his brother?

Yeah. I'm Betty.

Here, this is my husband, Stanley.

Stan, this is the bloke I was telling
you about.

Albert Howell. Oh, yeah. Nice to meet
you.

Beth says you're looking for work down
here.

What sort of thing are you after, then?

It's not the pay.

Do anything, mate.

Well, I can't promise nothing, but I
know a bloke who might be looking for

workers down in East India next week.

Suits me.

I'm good at coal.

Can I get your pint?

No, I'm all right, thanks. Oh, well,
I'll have a milk start.

Bye, darling. Foxy tonight. Milk start,
please. Oh, Agnes, over here.

Oh, you made it then.

Here. What did your person have to say
about it? I don't know, and I don't

Hello, love.

What are you up in?

Um, I'll have a port and lemon, please.
Thank you very much.

Well, I'd better get upstairs and get
things started.

Oh!

Mr Davenport left, has he?

He died at the weekend.

So, come on, no more chitchat. What do
you think of it?

Well, I think it's one of the best
things you've ever written.

Well, that's probably because I work
with someone else on it.

Doesn't matter.

It's excellent.

But?

I also think it's one of the most
shocking things I have ever read.

It's my fault.

I shouldn't be shocked.

By what?

During the war...

I would tease Evie with those terrible
drawings in the newspaper of the Kaiser

with blood dripping from its fangs,
spearing our gallant lad.

Where Klaus is trying to save his
friend, I thought,

how dare you?

You're not supposed to be kind and brave
and heroic. That's what we do.

You like Klaus?

Yes. But I didn't want to.

He was a character that Max picked up on
from the film I made there. He said it

was just like his very German brother.

Of course, I'd based it on my very
English cousin, George.

So we took it on from there.

And would that film have succeeded?

Yes, it was.

Though I say it myself.

I would like to have seen it.

Don't say that unless you mean it.

Why? I've got some plates from it here.

And a projector.

Everything is still in the spare room.

Well, let's have a lantern show.

Right.

What are you doing?

I'm surprised what they can bring into
the ring with them if they try.

Blades and that.

They found nothing illegal down here.

Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Between Bela Polanski on my right...

This is the chap we wanted to play
close.

So very different from all your other
films. There's only so many love stories

you can tell.

You must be doing well.

Most people tell the same one over and
over again.

I suppose it didn't do Shakespeare any
harm.

Sweet.

Are you comfortable like that?

Yes, I'm fine.

Liar. You probably haven't sat on the
floor since you were six.

Yes, I have.

Don't you remember?

Cushions. That's the thing.

Now shift yourself. Old ladies like you
need all the help you can get. Oh, you!

Good

evening,

Jack.

We're very happy to find you.

funny up there. Well, I'm not used to
this sort of thing.

So tell me about this Percy then. You
and him walking out regularly.

Is he going to come and help me
celebrate then, darling?

Get off!

Oi, get your hands off her. Push off.

Come on, darling, don't be like that.

Don't shove me, you cheeky little runt.

I'll show you!

Leave Berlin.

There is no work.

And Jack say if you come to England, you
visit me.

So here you are.

Yes. We arrive on boat today and walk
from station.

You walked?

Oh, yes.

My grandfather is very tired.

No wonder.

Sorry about all this. Oh, don't be
silly.

You're very kind.

I surely need to look after you guests.

Good night.

It really was terribly funny.

Jack had obviously issued the invitation
on a moment of rash impulse.

He didn't dream for a moment they would
actually take him up on it. Oh, dear.

Come in.

This one outside.

Oh, you'd better show them in.

Morning. Miss Elliot.

How may we help you? I'm sorry to
trouble you. I understand you have a Mrs

Elizabeth Butcher working for you.

But where's Albert now?

I'm not really sure.

Well, who started the fight?

Oh, look.

I want to get in.

Sassy.

What's going on? I've been worried sick.

Albert didn't come home at all last
night. He'll be with my Stanley. It'll

all right.

And you said there was an almighty punch
-up. How can that be all right? Look,

Stan's got a lot of mate to go to when
there's a bit of trouble.

Don't worry.

Everything will be fine. For God's sake,
Betty, where is... There's two of these

women in the office and they want to
talk to you.

I take it you have no objection to our
presence.

As her employers, I think we should be
here.

Betty, these gentlemen would like to
talk to you.

Mrs Butcher, I wonder if you could tell
us where can we find your husband?

Why?

We understand there was a bit of trouble
in a pub in the East End last night.

Mr Butcher was involved in a fight with
a man who ended up in hospital.

Is it serious?

It is now, Miss Elliot.

The man died two hours ago.

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