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Miss Elliot, any comment?

It's 11 o 'clock, Miss Elliot. I take it you don't work the full 80 -hour week

that you expect with your symptoms?

Even I owe you your idea of a living wage, Miss Elliot.

Goodbye, Miss Elliot.

They're still out there.

I don't get a word on you.

Morning, all.

A bit farty out there.

Can't you go right and nerve coming back here?

I've come to see the Miss Elliot's.

Not you.

Oh, and what makes you think they'll want to see you?

Butcher, my office, if you please.

Katya, would you ask Mr Wynne to join us?

Immediately.

They offered me overtime.

I needed the money.

It was supervising work, checking the finishes on the batches.

I thought it was the Aurora.

Oh, come on. Now, Betty... I swear, Miss Elliot, it was only later I twigged it

with a fiddle. I went straight to Miss Keeble and Mr Cotter.

Well, they offered me good money and a job with their new firm if I kept my

mouth shut, out in my ear if I didn't. What choice did I have?

You could have come to us.

Oh, you'd have sacked me.

I'd never have done it.

But for Stan being away... That's hardly an excuse for deceit.

Surely you knew what effect this would have on the house of Elliot. Or didn't

you bother to think that far ahead?

I didn't know. I swear, it was them I wanted to get at with the newspaper, not

you.

When the collection was done and in the shops, they dumped me.

Said they got other workers cheaper.

We'd been treated bad, all of us.

Look, you give me my job back.

And I'll give you Grace Keeble and Larry Cotter.

I know where they are, what they're doing, and a lot more besides things

be interested in.

What you have done, Betty, is unforgivable.

I told you, I've got debt. You've endangered the livelihood of every

these premises.

You publicly discredit us, and then you come here asking for your job back. But

if you knew... No, I have kindly escorted Mrs. Butcher off the premises.

Very bad. To do such a thing for good people.

We

must

act swiftly.

Regain the trust of the store buyers. Convince them of our integrity.

We have expensive premises.

Idle femstresses.

Perhaps we should just shut down the whole ready -to -wear business.

No.

No, I am convinced it still is a future.

Should we, too?

Yes, we must.

Mrs Butcher has left the building.

Thank you.

Joseph, we have decided to take legal action against Cotter and Keeble.

Now, would you telephone the solicitors, request an urgent appointment, please?

Yes, Miss Elliot. Thank you.

Them stitching's all over the place.

There's no buts about it. You're a sorry excuse for a sentence, Agnes Clarke.

This is the best you can do.

She's getting worse, not better.

I did that.

What? I'll just leave it there, Madge. I'll do it again later.

I was wrong to say what I did.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Madge.

We all make mistakes.

Well, it's an aspect of law he's not familiar with, Miss Elliot.

He advised me that in this type of case, highly specialised knowledge is

required. He recommended a Mr Simpkins of Simpkins and Cox.

I've made an appointment with him for three o 'clock this afternoon.

Excellent.

Thank you.

Tom. Why didn't you warn me?

Jack Maddox.

ILP member. Vigorous campaigner for improved factory conditions while his

runs a sweatshop. So much for our parliamentary campaign.

My wife is the victim of confidentiality. Had all the facts been

don't doubt that the facts are inaccurate or exaggerated.

The point is it looks like blatant hypocrisy.

This could not have come at a worse time. I have an important meeting this

Saturday with a group of influential factory owners and I had hoped to

them to offer decent wages.

How can they take me seriously after this?

I will resign from the party, of course. That would hardly resolve the immediate

problem.

Tom, would you let me talk to these industrialists? I'll tell them the full

story. What makes you think they'd listen to you? Because I can show them

the same thing could happen to them.

It wouldn't work. Well, let me at least try.

Surely I deserve a chance to salvage something from this mess.

The copied outfits were on sale to the general public before your originals.

Yes. Regrettably, then, we have no case.

In the eyes of the law, they have not committed a crime.

They have defrauded us.

The Christel and the Aurora collections are, I understand, not identical.

Merely similar.

You're splitting hairs.

How could we prove they were yours when Miss Keeble was also responsible for

many of the House of Elliot designs?

You come highly recommended as a specialist in this field, Mr Simpkins.

There must be some way. I'm sorry.

It would be pointless to initiate proceedings.

There is also the matter of the Semstress's hours and wages.

Cotter deceived us.

The burden of proof, very complicated in this instance, would be on the House of

Elliot.

Such a case would attract much adverse publicity.

This is preposterous.

How can they get away with it so easily?

The Messenger article makes it quite clear that the House of Elliot disputes

accusation and that you personally had no knowledge of the situation.

My advice to you is do nothing.

Allow everything to settle down and avoid further publicity.

It's all my fault.

If I hadn't been so keen to take on Larry and Grace, none of this would have

happened. You were right.

I'm sorry.

No, the decisions were sound.

No one could have foreseen this.

What's so infuriating is we're being judged guilty without the chance to

ourselves.

Those poor women at Bayswater have been treated appallingly. I don't want to see

them lose their jobs. Most of them have children to support.

Look, most of the buyers liked our designs, and giving up would be letting

and Larry win. I agree, but we still must dispose of the Aurora collection.

America?

Well, I'll get Joseph to make some inquiries.

Now, we must get on and plan the next season. I don't think it's going to be

difficult to adapt last spring's couture ideas for Ready to Wear.

Well, Evie, it's going to be difficult enough coming up with a couture on time.

Designing two separate collections, it's out of the question.

Do they have to be separate?

We could design them both simultaneously, adapt our new couture

any embellishments or details which require hand -finishing.

It's one thing we learnt from Larry Cotter.

Would our couture clients accept that? The label would be different.

House of Elliot couture would remain exclusive.

But we cannot manage it all by ourselves.

At least when Grace was here, we could... And I am not keen on taking on

designer, not at the moment. No, nor am I.

But we do need help.

There is Miles.

Miles is an illustrator.

But he has done some designing. Remember those sketches?

Yes, yes, they were rather good, actually.

His instincts are right, every time.

Yeah, you said yourself he shows promise.

You don't have to give us your decision immediately, but, well, we would like it

in a couple of days' time.

No, I don't need a couple of days. The answer is yes.

I'll take the job.

When do I start?

As soon as we come up with a theme.

Thank you.

You won't regret this.

We thought that Katya could help you at the workshop. Would that suit you?

Certainly.

Good.

The collection won't be ready unless we make a start today.

Let's meet at my flat this evening.

See what we can come up with.

Mark? Yes.

Good. Thank you. Thank you.

I'm sorry, but you know as well as I do.

It just isn't good enough.

And it could have happened to anyone.

You should have been more careful.

Who are you to tell me what to do?

Don't pick on me.

We'll have to do something.

If this goes on, the Elliotts will notice.

She needs a helping hand, all right.

How?

It's not getting through to her.

What about her husband, Norman?

You're friendly with him, aren't you?

Yeah, but I couldn't go behind her back.

We tried everything else.

Hello, Norman.

This is Charles Framson. What can I do for you?

I'll be straight with you, Norman.

Tilly's work's suffering.

The way she's going.

Well, you know as well as I do. If she doesn't smarten up her ideas... I see.

Look, I don't like coming here.

Well, why did you then?

We all care about Celine.

That's why we're here.

He's serious.

Once he gets outside the workroom, I won't be able to help her.

The Elliot's will have her out.

None of them want that to happen.

You're the one who's closest to her.

You could just make her see.

I've tried.

God knows I've tried.

Everything I can think of.

You think I don't want to help her? She won't let me.

You must find a way, Norman.

Please, don't give up.

I wish I hadn't gone behind Tilly's back.

Now, what will she think of me?

Well, you might have saved her job. Oh, and ruined her marriage.

What are friends for?

Yes, sir.

Half a mile and a small sherry, please.

If you start her in the fabric design, we'll make her an appointment for you at

the textile company.

Good. I'll speak to everyone and get them ideas of costumes and packing

patterns.

Well? Have you decided?

Oh, yes.

Softer, more feminine lines.

A much bolder use of colour.

Firstly designed prints in silk and linen, up to six colours.

Let's elaborate for the ready -to -wear, but it's still retaining the line.

Evening wear in the new artificial silk and working clothes in fresh, bright

colours. A complete break for the past.

A bit of trouble, I confess.

Somebody with me has had a game.

I should by now be a proud and happy bride.

But I've still got to keep my single name.

I was proposed to by old Diabinx in a very

gentlemanly way.

I gave him all my money so that he could buy a home. A nightingale, I reckon.

May your new position be even more... Waiting

at the church Waiting at the church Waiting at the church When

I found it left me in the lurch Nor how it did upset me

All at once it sends me round a note A note?

It's a very note

You've got a lovely voice, Agnes.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I was wondering, would you be interested in regular singing, Scott?

No. No, I wouldn't.

Thanks. Oh, fair enough.

Well, I won't keep you then.

Got an admirer of you?

No, he was just pulling the leg about singing regular.

No? That was Barney King. He placed down the Empire.

Missed your chance there, Agnes?

It's been bad for both of us.

But Tilly twisted it all inside herself.

She spends hours every day praying for William.

And if she's not praying, she's thinking about praying.

Or moping around his grave.

It's come between us, V.

I can't... I don't know what to do.

So if you could just talk to her.

She'll listen to you.

She'll barely talk to me these days.

I feel so helpless.

I'm desperate.

I can see that, Mr. Foss.

And I will do what I can to help.

Not at all. Let me see you out.

Good night.

Good night.

We have the basis of a very strong individual collection.

That's the...

The ready -to -wear buyers still think we deceived them.

The only way to re -establish our credibility is by exposing Grace and

Prove we were not responsible for what happened.

How?

Let people tell.

We couldn't.

Changed your mind, have you?

You leave us little choice, Betty. I'm not the one that did it, remember? I've

been hard done by poo. We are prepared to agree to your turn.

You mean I've got my job back?

You suggested that you had some further information we might find useful.

Oh, yeah.

They've been greasing palms.

What? I know for a fact, because I heard them talking.

That's how they get the stores to take the Christel collection so fast.

The buyers get a cut of everything they sell.

They've got no scruples, grace and cotter.

Oh, yeah.

They've got new designs, too.

They'll be hawking them round the stores any day now.

So, when do I start back?

Would you care to come through now, ladies?

No interruptions completed, John.

Thank you

for

seeing us, Mr. Wilkins.

I can hardly ignore serious accusations.

Please.

Let me begin by saying how deeply affronted I am, the mere suggestion that

employee of mine would accept a bribe.

I have taken the precaution of asking my solicitor, Mr. Harper, to be present.

Now, if you will be good enough to present your evidence...

Good evening, Mrs. Foss.

May I come in?

Go on.

Thank you.

The church is the sanctuary, Mrs. Foss.

It is there for you, whatever your need.

But it is not a hiding place.

You should not shut the world out like this.

Have you ever lost a child?

We are all called upon to...

Make sacrifices. I do understand your suffering.

You've experienced a terrible and tragic loss.

How can you preach to me about suffering?

You don't know what suffering is. Nobody knows what it's like.

Faith is acceptance, not denial.

Why did my baby die?

Your child is at peace.

Have you ever sat up all night with a baby, watching it gasping for breath,

knowing you can't help but try in any way?

Oh, if only I'd gone to the doctor, if only I'd seen it coming. No, no, no.

Please don't blame yourself.

You did everything humanly possible.

Let him go, Mrs. Forbes.

You have a husband who's alive.

He needs you.

Would you, mate?

Have you been talking to Norman?

Doing all the prepping on my own, then, am I, Madge? Well, it looks like it.

Oh, Catcher, are you busy? Only Agnes could do without you.

Where's Tilly this morning? She's not in yet.

She doesn't like Tilly.

Perhaps she's not well.

Morning, all.

Mrs Butcher, what are you doing here?

Didn't they tell you?

I've got my old job back.

Right, Madge.

Where do you want me to start? I appeal to you, do not reinstate her.

I'm afraid, Joseph, we already have.

Then I must protest.

Forgive us, Joseph. We ought to have mentioned it to you earlier. It is

unpardonable, but we were so busy yesterday afternoon... I fail to

your reasoning on this.

The woman has proved herself thoroughly untrustworthy.

Well, I am sorry that you're so upset, but if you please take a seat, we will

explain.

Darlene? Yes?

I am sad to go, but I will see you sometime.

Yeah, you're only over at baseball, sir.

You know, I never thought I'd trade, but I'm going to miss her. Yeah, me too.

Here.

What's this about that one getting slip in promotion?

I work flipping hard, Mrs Butcher.

Mr. Cotter, Miss Keeble, good morning. Miss Preble, latest fashion buyer.

There must be something at stake.

Our appointment was with Miss Baxter.

Oh, forgive me, I assumed that you'd been informed. Miss Baxter has been

promoted. Would you care to come this way?

Promoted, you say, to...? Our fur department.

Ah, the top floor.

Indeed. Stone & Wilkinson has a tradition of rewarding valued employees.

The thing is, Miss... Preble. Preble.

I am a bit perturbed. We have an amicable, you might even say harmonious

relationship with Miss Baxter. I quite understand.

Perhaps we should go somewhere more discreet.

What's all this about?

I ain't got long.

Why did you go to the vicar?

You got me out of work to ask me that.

You had no right.

How could you talk to him about us?

Well, it's true, isn't it?

You're always fussing with the crib, praying, going on about God.

What about me, Tilly?

I need you.

It's not the same for you. How can you say that?

Can you see inside me, feel my pain?

You couldn't go on if you felt like I do.

That's all you care about, how it's hurting you.

Why can't you see it from my side?

You lost a baby.

I lost a baby and a wife. I'm still here. No, you're not.

You haven't been here since the day he died.

Norman!

We've got to sort this out, Tilly, I'm telling you.

What do you mean by that?

There's got to be changes.

I can't go on like this.

And that's the last of them.

Plenty of variety.

A good collection.

And a good price. Now, did Miss Baxter talk to you about our arrangement?

I'm sure we can negotiate a mutually satisfactory agreement.

My view is exactly.

Now, let's talk percentages. I can cut you in for, let's say, 5 % of whatever

crystal lines you sell.

That seems generous.

It is.

So, do we have a deal?

Indeed we do, Mr. Cotter.

Please excuse me for a moment.

Hello, Mr. Cotter.

Hello, Grace.

Allow me to introduce Mr.

Wilkinson, chairman of Stone & Wilkinson.

I shall personally ensure this is the last time that you do business in this

any other store in London.

This back store will be dismissed immediately.

I owe you ladies an apology.

Oh, come on now, Wilkinson. You know how this trade works.

No buyer will associate with you again, Carter.

You may consider yourselves fortunate that the authorities haven't been

Now kindly leave.

You were wrong to think we'd be so easily fooled.

You were wrong.

Thinking I'd be happy working for years putting my designs out under your name.

Why should I? That's enough, young lady. The only difference between you and me

is I've got no money, no connections.

I've got no choice but to fight for what I want.

That's something you people know nothing about.

Come on, Grace, let's go.

Betty Butcher.

I knew we shouldn't have trusted her. Don't worry, we'll survive.

There's other stores, other towns.

Plenty willing to do business with those that can provide the goods.

We're all stuck up as the House of Elliot.

But no one will buy from us again.

Change of name?

Change of company?

Who's to know?

Now, I know a bloke in Leeds.

Jimmy White. Now, he's a really interesting...

Clark, I'm at 0928, please.

If only she'd been more patient.

Hello, Arnold Tomlinson, please.

Yes, hello, Arnold? Yes, this is Beatrice Elliot here.

I was wondering, would the messenger be interested in a story about bribery?

Do you remember me?

Agnes Clark.

Agnes, yeah.

Well, you reconsidered then. Did you mean it? About me singing regular?

Of course I did.

Well, I bought some songs in case you wanted to hear some more.

Well, what do you fancy then?

Well, this one's my favourite.

Do you know it?

Oh, I'll have a go.

First hand chorus.

From a country where they do things big.

And amongst the boys I've got a lover. And since I've

got a lover, why I don't care.

Thinking about it all, it's true I have been making it worse for you.

I missed him so much.

I wanted him back so badly the pain took me over.

I never even thought about you.

And I can see that now.

I need you, Tilly.

I want her health.

Where's the crib?

It's gone.

All I want is to see you happy again.

We've still got each other.

I'm just adding the finishing touches now.

Right. I'll meet you at the Federation at 11.

Goodbye, Tom.

Finishing touches. I've barely started.

Will this help?

House of Elliott management vindicated. Deception exposed.

I had hoped they would publish it today, but I wasn't certain.

When Arnold showed me that article, there really was nothing I could do. I

to concede the newspaper's viewpoint, but that did not mean that I agreed with

it.

You think I was disloyal?

Well, I just wish you'd argued our innocence with as much passion as you

your campaign.

The paper today may set the record straight, but the damage has been done.

It's going to take a long time to convince people who matter that there's

smoke without fire.

Let's see.

That nonsense.

Rubbish. The living wage is an honourable campaign.

Hypocrite. It does seem hypocritical on the face of it.

Which is why I have invited Jack Maddox to address you.

I expected you're thinking, how can Jack Maddox, of all people, talk to factory

owners about improving working conditions?

The allegations in this newspaper concern the House of Elliot, but the

relevant to every one of you.

What you read here, what you read here is the truth.

Centresses employed by the House of Elliot were working 80 hours a week.

And they were not paid adequate wages for these hours. Because, gentlemen, the

directors of the House of Elliot, myself and my wife included, knew nothing

about these long hours, nor the unpaid salaries.

Let me show you this.

Today's messenger.

House of Elliot management vindicated, deception exposed. Two former employees

were yesterday caught in the act of attempted bribery in a reputable

store.

These same two former employees unscrupulously exploited House of Elliot

workers. My wife and her sister paid above average wages for a 48 -hour week,

while these two crooks, unbeknownst to them, made the censor's work nearly

double those hours without paying them a penny more.

Now!

What is the relevance of all this to you?

Simply this.

Had these workers been protected by legislation, they could not have been

exploited. Their employers could not have been vilified. So, I put it to you

that legislation protects everyone.

Thank you.

Congratulations. That was most impressive. Thank you. You'll have to

I must go.

Jack, have you thought any more about what I said?

You should run for Parliament.

Tom. I'm serious.

The party needs people like you.

I don't think I'll ever get you through the whole weekend staying with your

client.

You can't imagine how I feel.

Be with friends, Jack.

Be.

Besides, I need you to be there.

But it's business.

I don't want to spend this weekend away from you.

I doubt the Gurneys would miss me very much.

Well, you might just enjoy it. How can you say that?

The women will make me feel clumsy and inept and the men will patronise me.

Anyway, is it worth it to sell a few dresses?

And how do you sell your work?

By turning your back on potential clients?

Sometimes, yes.

Daniel, what gives you the freedom to paint?

Well, money, I know. So what is so wrong with seeking that same freedom for

myself?

Look, I can't force you to come with me this weekend.

But please, for my sake.

I'm sorry.

I'll be on my best behaviour.

Just hope it's good enough.

Good afternoon, madam. Good afternoon, sir. I'll put the car in the garage.

Good afternoon,

madam. Good afternoon.

Afternoon, madam.

Afternoon, sir.

I'll take that, sir. There's no need. No, no, really, I'm good. I'm fine with

it. Thanks.

Well, I'm only a long time.

And be prepared for the signal.

Or I could just leave my room unlocked.

I got you this.

Beautiful.

Thank you.

We've got Virginia on one side and Turkish on the other.

Do I? Yes, you do.

I thought I could simply off the packet. Well, it's by form to off the front

packet.

I wouldn't want to offend anyone, would I?

Very much.

Thank you.

Jack Buchanan.

Yes, yes. I told you.

We were riding.

I mean, whatever you say, he's still a very good shot. I mean, actually, he's

magnificent.

Is he looking after you, Miss Elizabeth?

Of course I am, Daddy.

Ah, here's my grandmother. Evie, let me introduce you.

Grandmama.

This is Evangeline Elliott.

She designed my lilac ball gown, the one you thought was a little revealing.

Oh, my dear.

How do you do, Mrs. Gurney? It's a pleasure to meet you.

And this is Daniel Cage.

How do you do?

Hello.

Ah. Look, is there any chance for a glass of beer?

Beer, sir?

Hurry, sir.

Miss Elliot, good evening.

Dunbarton. I understand we're sitting together at dinner.

Viscount Dunbarton. We, um, have mutual friends, I believe.

I'm surprised we haven't met before.

Shall we?

Good evening.

Mrs. Eunice Dogg.

Mr. Page, I see you've met Mrs. Dogg.

I'm sure you'll have much to talk about over dinner.

You're backing the wrong horse, Maddox.

The Tories won't condemn a man, or his wife for that matter, for honest

endeavors. Hardly call exploitation of workers honest endeavors.

Companies do have the rights to make a profit.

Our bill won't put an end to profit. On the contrary, it will ensure that it's

earned fairly and not at the expense of the very people who helped create it in

the first place.

Batterton's bill doesn't have a chart.

I wouldn't be so sure about that, Gary. It may not get through now, but come the

next general election... Which won't change a thing.

The workers won't put up with this treatment forever.

Oh, you speak from experience, do you? More simply, as a representative of the

masses. Perhaps we might hear your proposals for feeding the masses once

factories have been bankrupted. Ah, communist rebellion, perhaps.

Yes? What am I doing here, Jake? These aren't my people.

I might say the same thing myself.

You want another drink?

No, no.

I go easy on that stuff whenever you don't.

You know, all the right moves.

I wish that were the case.

Excuse me.

I just... funds in a new band show for musical review in the West End.

Oh, an exciting investment.

Well, I hope it's as successful as done it.

363 nights at the Hippodrome. Did you see it?

Yes, I did. It was spectacular.

Would you excuse me, please?

Anything you've had enough?

Forgive the interruption, but we've organised a house tomorrow. Would you

to come?

I don't think so.

Slaughtering animals for fun isn't to our taste. The kill doesn't thrill.

Excuse me.

How could you be so rude?

I was being honest, like you.

What? You and Lord Dumb found it over there.

I beg your pardon. You really like these people, do you?

Keep your voice down.

It wasn't the real you. It's not the Evie I know.

Look, I didn't mean it.

Phoebe. Let me go.

There.

All it needed was a safety pin.

I don't think he meant to do it.

No one noticed.

Really.

Did she bring him here?

I mean, he looks so out of place.

So uncomfortable.

Oh, he hasn't any social races whatsoever.

My dear, did you see his fingernails? He's an artist, Graham.

They say he had an affair with Celia Rumford. And that business with Helen

Gawley Hamilton.

I thought she was keeping him.

You'd think Evangeline Elliot would have more sense.

She's rather notorious herself.

Is that so, Mrs Gurney?

I'll thank you not to spread malicious rumours about my sister.

Or to condemn Mr Page simply because of his background.

You're judging people on mere hearsay.

What defence does any individual have against such monumental prejudice?

I heard what you said. Thank you.

Please don't take any notice of them.

Is that how people really perceive me?

And Daniel? No.

No one should judge anyone without knowledge of the truth.

Daniel has always acted with complete integrity.

I was wrong to blame him over Celia Romford's portrait.

Forgive me.

The way people condemn him, I don't blame him for wanting to live up to

expectations. Evie, I can't apologize enough. I'm so embarrassed.

You must forgive my grandmother.

She gets peculiar ideas about people.

And she has rather overindulged. I understand.

Thank you.

And don't take any of this to heart.

Daniel's charming.

And I'd never think they'd think about you.

Good night. Good night.

I think I'll retire now.

Stay a little longer.

I'll see you in the morning.

Oh, it's been a long day. I want to see my daughter.

Good night, Daniel.

Good night, Daniel.

Good night, then.

Now

you

seem to have a magic touch.

I wouldn't contradict her.

You don't think she's too strict, do you? No.

Lucy may be a Maddox in name, but she's an Elliot by nature.

She needs a firm hand.

Bea, there's something we need to discuss.

Oh?

I told you that Tom was pleased with this morning's meeting.

He was.

And, um... I've been thinking about some of the things you said.

I would like to run for Parliament.

Do you think you can do it?

Tom seems to think I can.

Jack, a politician has responsibilities. Our lives will change completely.

It would mean hard work, long hours.

I'd need your support and we'd both be very busy, but at last I'd be in a

position to make a difference.

What about our family?

Lucy.

What about the House of Elliot?

Constant press attention on lives will become public property.

Publicity needn't always be detrimental.

Let's think about it. There isn't any urgency, is there? No.

They won't call an election for 18 months at least.

But if I were to run, and I was elected... Then I'd be extremely proud

What happened to best behavior?

Is it really that difficult to be polite for a few hours?

It is for me.

We've got nothing in common with these people.

And I have.

You wouldn't be here if you didn't have to be. Yes, but I do have to be.

I've learned to cope with these occasions for the sake of the business.

can't. Can't or won't, Daniel.

Believe me, I did try.

I'd do anything for you, Evie, but...

But I can't pretend to be something I'm not.

My friends sense deep down I don't belong, and they're right.

I disgraced myself tonight.

And I embarrassed you.

Our relationship is far more important than these people.

I'm wrong for you, Evie.

Whatever you do, no matter how much you try...

I don't care about the gurneys, but... but I can't bear to see you hurt.

It's the way I am. I can't change.

I'm not asking you to change.

Look, perhaps... maybe I should stay away for a while.

Daniel, I want us to be together.

I'll never fit in.

I will what else can I do?