All language subtitles for Ladies.in.Black.S01E02.Design.Thief.1080p.UKTV.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Hurtom_track3_[eng]

Are we ready, ladies?

Let's create the best-dressed women
in Sydney.

May I present you with your
new domain, Mrs Ambrose?

Is harsh lighting
an Australian thing?

We have no secrets here
in Model Gowns.

To...

..Magda, Stefan and the
bridging loan

that allowed me to buy
Smiths Transport.

The boutique is my dream!

I have worked for this moment
for years.

The money will be back
before I sign the lease.

That, I can't do.
The bank refused my loan.

Richard White is not going to print
an article

written by a first-year girl in
uni.

I want to make a name for myself.

Did you read my articles?
The ones I left on your desk?

Uh, remind me?

This assistant is accusing me
of shoplifting.

Miss Mansour, my office
is on the eighth floor.

If you would be kind enough
to wait for me there,

I would like to apologise
more fully.

Oh, Miss Mansour,
sorry to keep you waiting.

Do you still have time for a chat?
Sure.

I don't want to leave you here
like this.

How about you mind
your own business?

OK, easy, easy. Oh!

This is George.

My son.

# Cos'e la vita

# Senza l'amore?

# E solo un albero

# Che foglie non ha piu

# E s'alaza il vento

# Un vento freddo

# Come le foglie,
le speranze butta giu

# Ma questa vita cos'e se manchi tu?

# Mi son bruciata al fuoco

# Del tuo grande amore

# Che s'e spento gia
Ma che freddo fa

# Ma che freddo fa

# Tu ragazzo m'hai delusa

# Hai rubato dal mio viso

# Quel sorriso che non tornera... #

Here she is.

HE SPEAKS ARABIC

Your latest gown made it
in the social pages.

Oh.

The Genevieve?Mm-hm.
HE CHUCKLES

Let's pin it on the wall.
Can't. There's no space left.

We'll make space.
Thanks, Baba.

You look...Amazing?

...weird.
I'm going to work.

I've got a full-time job
at Goodes, starting today.

Mr Ryder offered her the job
personally.

You already have a job.
Here...

Money for the tram
and a little something for lunch.

Baba and I have agreed,
I'll be the woman on the inside.

Why? You already took their
look book.

I'll get to see them
when they arrive in-store.

The fabrics, the cut,
how each dress is constructed.

It will help us.

If you're working there,
then who's doing your jobs here?

Baba and me?
No, we've got enough to do.

Goodes jobs are hard to get.

Usually such jobs,

they go to women that don't look
like you.

That's why you're so...

You pretended to be Anglo!

I told them, I'm a Mansour.

Yeah, but they think
you're one of THE Mansours.

The Christians with
the Country Stores.

MR MANSOUR LAUGHS

Bye, Baba.
SHE LAUGHS

HE LAUGHS

Careful there.

SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY
I'm fine.

Water. Lots of it.

Try raw egg as well,
if you can stomach it.

That'll steady you after last night.

You really let loose.

Yeah. It was...

Yes, it was.

I didn't think you had it in you.

Oh, easy there, kiddo.
You all right?

I've got to get off to the
regiment.

Oh. Yeah, right. I've got work.

I can lend you a shirt.

How does a left-wing firebrand
end up in cadets?

Army brat.

It's dad's condition for paying
for college.

Look, Lisa,
what happened last night

doesn't make things different
between us.

Of course.

OK.

You can stay as long as you need.

I've just got to push off.

Oh, no, sorry, I can't be late.

I'd lose my job at Goodes.

Yeah.

I take sugar.

Your father knows where it is.

We met in Budapest before the war.
I don't want to know.

Please. It's important.

So she gets an explanation,
but I don't?

In my house, you refer to my wife
as Magda or Mrs Szombathelyi.

Claro que si, Papi.

When it was clear that the Nazis
would take over...

..she returned home to Cuba
with George.

She has a name, too.

Teresa, also Mrs Szombathelyi.

If you prefer.

I was supposed to join them.
But...

You'd already met another woman?

No! The war.

And after...

...Teresa told me to stay away.

She had remarried,
started a new life without me.

You were happy.

You're a liar.

I don't lie.

Then why were you sleeping
on the couch before I got here?

Magda...You know what?

I want you out of here
before I get home from work.

You and your son.

Please... Magda!

JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYS

Come on, Mum.

Where are you?

# Take this pink ribbon off my eyes

# I'm exposed
and it's no big surprise

# Cos I'm just a girl
Oh, little old me

# Well, don't let me out of your
sight

# Oh, I'm just a girl,
all pretty and petite

# So don't let me have any rights

# Oh, I've had it up to here

# The moment that I step outside

# So many reasons for me to
run and hide

# I can't do the little things
I love so dear

# Cos it's all those little things
that I fear

# Cos I'm just a girl, lucky me

# Twiddle-dum, there's no
comparison

# Oh, I've had it up to

# Oh, I've
had it up to

# Oh, I've had it up to here. #

Good morning. Your first day?

Yes, madam.

Angela Mansour, assistant
for Ladies' Cocktail.

Hmm.

Oh, I just thought that the pink
makes the emerald pop.

Indeed it does.

Welcome to Goodes, Miss Mansour.

I'm very pleased to be here, madam.

Mrs Szombathelyi, but call me
Magda, everybody else does.

I know you intend to be kind,
Mrs Szombathelyi,

but if staff use Christian names
between ourselves,

we risk a humiliating slip
in front of our customers.

We're all ladies in black, no?

Mrs Ambrose here's, still
acquainting herself with our ways.

She was our newest staff member
until you, Miss Mansour.

During your absence,
Mrs Szombathelyi, we had to adjust.

We found it best to eliminate
exceptions.

I was told to report to Mrs Janosi.

It was nice to meet you. Both.

LISA GASPS
Miss Miles.

I'm sorry I'm late, Mrs Ambrose.
I...

You should use your staff discount
on an extra blouse.

You wore those clothes yesterday

and they smell of cigarette smoke.

Anyone would think you spent
the night in them.

Two minutes.

SHE'S working here?

Miss Mansour is joining us.

Today is her first day.

Mr Ryder hired her.

In Ladies' Cocktail?

With me?

Mm-hm.

ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS

All right, ladies.

Let's create the best-dressed women
in Sydney.

I think we should start again.

I'm Angela.

Ooh!
SHE COUGHS

Your hair smells like an ashtray.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Er, Lisa.Mum!

Oh!

Thank goodness you're all right.

I'm sorry, Mum.
I tried to call earlier,

you didn't answer.
Why didn't you come home last
night?

I'm fine. I'm OK.
Where were you, Lisa?

Miss Miles, perhaps you might leave
the floor

for a few minutes to converse with
your mother in private.

I'm so sorry.
Not at all, Mrs Miles.

You have nothing
for which to apologise.

Thank you.
Come on, Mum.

I'm so sorry.

Now that I know that you're
all right...
Excuse me, Miss Miles...

Uh, I need to tell you something.

Yes?It was my fault.

I don't usually drink,

but Lisa introduced me to some
of her friends,

and they are university people.

I didn't want to stick out.

And the beer got to my head.

Well, you've got to be careful,
don't you?

That's exactly what Lisa said.

I should have listened,

and she was kind enough
to walk me home

and stayed to make sure
that I was OK.

Unfortunately, I don't have a
phone.

That's why Lisa couldn't ring.

Well, you're both all right,
and that's the most important
thing.

I'm very thankful
for your daughter's kindness.

Oh, darling!

You good girl.

Such a good girl.

Well, thank you.

All right, you - back to work.

ELEVATOR DINGS

Magda.

I wanted your advice.

One second. Excuse me.
May I help you?

We were told Model Gowns.

Oh, perhaps if I knew
what you're seeking.

It's for my brother's wedding.

Her father wants her to look
like this.

A white dress at your brother's
wedding?Mm-hm.

And, you know, I do not think
we have this dress in stock.

Perhaps something to enhance
your lovely shoulders.

Miss Miles, come.

Can you take this young lady
to our youth range?

That won't be necessary,
Mrs Szombathelyi.

We have a Leboucher in stock.
Very similar.

Mrs Ambrose, I really think
a more structured silhouette.

When is your brother's wedding?
January.

Plenty of time.

I'll have Mrs Szombathelyi
fetch the Leboucher for us.

Ooh, you're going to need heels.

I'd say three inches.

Then practise, practise, practise.

With the Leboucher,

we will, of course,
require a coiffure

that can tame this hair,

and perhaps a stylist
with some expertise in make-up.

I thought you might try on both.

Ah! Extraordinary!

Picture perfect.

Now, would that be COD

or would you like to set up
an account?

Is this yours?

Found it in the street.

Not mine.Try it on.

Wow, yeah, it's a great fit.

You know, I like the way that shape
accentuates your cheekbones.

It's a Chervo Gran Marco from Italy.

What, you don't think a bloke
from the loading dock

can recognise Italian felt,
genuine quality?

I'll give you £5 for it.
A fiver?!

10?No.

Why not?Because...

...it's a cheap hat
and it ain't worth two bob.

THEY LAUGH

You're a born salesman.

Yes, I am, please tell that
to Mr McKenzie.

Why would McKenzie listen to me?

Because I wondered if, you know,
McKenzie hired...

I'm sure you're really talented
at your job.

Oh, tell me you're not trying
to make your way into sales

by letting McKenzie appreciate you.

Well, I don't want to stay
in the loading dock forever.

He'll appreciate you, alright.

In the stockroom,
in the eighth-floor stairwell.

He won't give you a job
dealing with customers.

But I'd be really good at it.

But he's an Englishman,

and there's an Arab saying.

HE SPEAKS ARABIC

To trust an Englishman
is to trust water in a sieve.

Us blackfellas say something
pretty similar.

Mrs Janosi, you made it
on your lunch break.

I need the pill.

Hmm. Well, uh, good day to you,
too.

Are you thinking of sitting?

It's a bad time to have a baby.

In my experience,
first year of marriage

is the best time to have a baby.

There are financial pressures.

No-one can actually afford
children.

They're a terrible waste of money.

But couples who wait
till they are comfortable

end up childless.

I can't afford to give up work.

You're 28 years old, Mrs Janosi.

How much longer do you think
you have?

Sorry, we're out of size SW.

There are size SWs
under the cabinet.

Oh.

Um...

Uh...

I don't... I don't know how.

She gave you £10.

Yeah, that means...

Thank you for shopping at Goodes.

Thank you.

Sorry about that.

Thank you for shopping at Goodes.
Have a lovely day.

All the years in Country Stores
and you never had to use a till?

I did learn to count,
even with a hangover.

I didn't ask you to lie
to my mother.

I was trying to help.

Now I have to keep lying.

Oh.

Were you going to tell her
you were out all night with a boy?

You seemed happy enough
when he was buying you drinks.

Ugh, he's a creep.

He practically blackmailed me
so I'd meet him for a drink.

I don't understand how
any self-respecting girl

lets him within 10 feet of her.

Welcome to Goodes.

I'm after something rare
and expensive

to display how much my husband
appreciates being married to me.

Sorry?

I can't trust him to choose
my anniversary gift.

He prefers the plebeian
in everything, but wives.

He'll want my friends to praise him
for his exquisite taste.

I'm thinking...turban.

You! You might know what I'm after.
Do you, dear?

We have quite fancy turban
headpieces.

Like Elizabeth Taylor
with the fringes?

I want something exquisite.
Come with me.

You!

Oh.

Uh, what seems to be the problem?

There is no "seems" about it.
I was lied to.

Mrs Charlotte Egan has my dress.

Um...Well?

I see...
It was meant to be one of a kind.

I paid a pretty price.
Oh, it is.

It's... It's beautiful.

Well. There are two of them,
so THEY are beautiful.

Mrs Lynch, is there a problem
with the Genevieve?

Either you or I have been swindled.

Genevieve has a twin.

Mrs Lynch, I assure you,
your gown is the only original

in all of Sydney.

And yet, another woman is in
the social pages wearing my dress.

Trust me, Mrs Lynch, we will get to
the bottom of this.

This is an imitation.
That is of no consequence!

Exactly. I do not care.

Come, Mrs Lynch, we will take
this up with management.

And, of course, you will convince
him that it's his own selection.

And you're sure he'll ask for help?
Quite sure.

He'll be shopping under my account.

Marlowe. Mrs Kenneth Marlowe
of Bellevue Hill.

THEY MUTTER IN ARABIC

I can see your feet.

Come on. Come out.

I'm thinking.

Out of all the department store
joints in all the world,

he had to walk into mine.

Habibti, you walked into mine.

Is this Farouk's idea?

Frank? No.
Oh, it was you.

An opportunity presented itself.

You can't work here!
And yet I do.

Angela.Elias.

Your family make
knock-off Goodes designs.

I'd have to tell the bosses.
That wouldn't be smart.

Well, you might know my secret,
but I know yours.

The entire Lebanese community thinks

that you are a respectable
pen pusher.

But you are a Goodes window dresser!

I'm the senior manager
of visual merchandising.

That's my career.
What you're doing is theft.

That's not why I'm here.

Truly, it's not.

I want a career...

..in fashion!
HE SCOFFS

Have you not met your family?
They're dressmakers?

I can't get stuck working for Frank.

Not once he and Nadia are married,
it will be intolerable.

Imagine, with Mum in Beirut,
Nadia will be in charge.

Living in my house,
bossing me around,

telling me what I can and can't do.

You know what she's like.

You've got to promise -
no more knock-offs.

Absolutely! Done!

And you won't tell a soul
that I work here.

If you'd like to see my secretary

to organise compensation for you.

Good day.

HE SIGHS

Be seated.

Imitation may be
a form of flattery,

but it is a threat
to our very existence.

"Only at Goodes"
is not just our motto,

it is our heartbeat.

I totally agree, sir.

And if I may, a model gown

from Goodes should seem timeless,
ageless and exclusive.

It should not appeal to imitators.

You're too right, Mrs Ambrose.

So called younger modern styles
invite knock-offs like this.

So we must all be vigilant.

I need everyone in the department
watching for potential spies.

Yes, Mr Ryder.
About the department, sir.

Four seems an extravagant number
for Ladies' Cocktail.

More than is traditional.

Mr Ryder, Angela has just joined us,
and Lisa must return to university.

Fay, well, she's keen to start
a family.

And Mrs Szombathelyi's continued
undermining of my authority

is an impediment to the
improvements I have promised you.

We can't do it anymore.
We can't do copies.

Goodes knows.
What are you on about?

The look book! Give it to me.
I'm taking it back.

It's gold. We spent years
building up our customer base.

I know, Farouk!

The quality of our garments is
the best in Sydney.

And now we'll have Goodes dresses
here on our racks

before their own catalogue
even goes public.

It'll be our most profitable year
ever.

Goodes knows we make copies.
We have to stop.

You told them?
Of course not!

What's wrong with you?
Calm.

From the beginning.

The woman who bought the real
Genevieve gown came in today.

Then quit. If they are onto you,

you never go back and we keep the
look book.

No.

No, I have to keep working there.

It would be suspicious otherwise.

And Mr Ryder knows I was on
the executive floor,

so he'll put it together sooner
not later if I don't return it.

And then they'll come for me.

Us.

Farouk.

The look book.

Nadia, could you bring me
the look book?

Farouk promised Mama the latest
fashions for the wedding.

Ever since you and Farouk
got engaged,

you've been making my life a misery.

This job.

Who you work for.

They're not family.

I know.

MRS MILES:This is very kind of you.

STEFAN:It's OK.

They asked me to do it,
for Lisa's sake.

Are these papers sufficient?

Lisa.

Your father borrowed money,

quite a bit of money.

It seems he bet on the horses.

There are loan sharks
wanting money paid back.

They are not...

...nice people.

We're struggling to cover
the mortgage.

I'll negotiate a payment plan
with them.

Each week, I will deliver your
money to them.

You must not,
under any circumstances,

allow them to come to your home.

OK?

The bank manager suggested
we get a boarder.

You mean him?

My son George.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry.
That's not happening.

I'm not staying here
in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere

so you can support
a couple more women.

George, please!

I haven't seen you since I was
four.

And you just want to pawn me off
to some strangers?

George, that's enough!
What is wrong with you?

I... I am so sorry.

We're still getting to know
one another.

Magda's never told me anything
about a son.

It's a long story.

I may have to use your phone.

My apologies again.

It's OK.
It's not OK.

So you went in and then he just...

...gave it to you?
A perfectly-healthy woman?

Rudi, we're in debt
up to our eyeballs.

Yeah, I will pay back
Magda and Stefan.

Yeah, but the house, the car.

You love this house.
Yes, and I love you.

But we can't afford to start
a family right now...

...so I am taking the pill, Rudi.

Rudi.

CAR APPROACHES

That'll be Stefan.

And his son.

CAR DOORS SLAM

Hello.Hello.

My friend.

Hi, I'm George.

Fay.Nice to meet you.

George.Rudi.Welcome.Thank you.

Um, I've tidied up the spare room,
so it's all yours.

Oh, it will only be for a day
or two.

That's alright.
George can stay as long as he needs.

I have another favour to ask you.

George needs work, Rudi.
Yes, of course, Stefan, my friend.

Of course.

Um, George, do you know anything
about transport business?

I'm a musician, so...

Well, you can answer the phones.

Rudi's been planning on getting
a secretary,

so you can talk to Raylene and
Darlene.

Great.

I always dreamed about being
a teacher.

But that would have meant doing
the leaving certificate,

and there was no way that my father
was going to waste an education

on a girl.

I'd prefer to leave uni
and be a shop girl.

What? No, I forbid it.

After everything you went through
to get there -

the scholarship and your father.

What, and now you just want
to throw it all away?

Dad was a gambler, Mum.

He left us, deep in debt
to loan sharks.

Were you out with that girl
last night, drinking with boys?

Sorry, what?

I know that we have never spoken
about...

...what men might try to do,
to get you to...

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

...fall from grace.No.

No, it was nothing like that.

Well, she seems like
a very nice girl.

But it's the nice girls
that get caught.

Do you understand
what I'm saying, Lisa?

Yeah.

Good morning, Miss Mansour.

Where are you going?

I'm just going to say good morning
to Mr Ryder.

Oh, that is not advisable.

Mr Ryder does not look kindly
on sales staff visiting

the executive floor.

And today he's in
a particularly-unpleasant mood.

Come. We have coffee together.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Yes, darling.

SHE STIFLES A COUGH

Your hair smells much better today.

What, I'm trying here!

Don't.Fine.

I've got to go see Mr Ryder anyway,
so I'll go now while it's quiet, OK?

Knock yourself out.

The two of you.

Look, I know there was
a misunderstanding between you

at the start, but you've both got
to put that behind you.

We all have to work together,
so just try and get along.

OK.

Hello, Fay.

It's Mrs Janosi now.

This is the one your wife wanted.

You look amazing.

Your anniversary present to her
after 15 years together.

Married life obviously suits you.

You told me you were single.

Enid and I live very separate lives.

At the same Bellevue Hill address.

You didn't go to Perth after all.

Not a single day has passed

where I haven't bitterly regretted
letting you go.

Yes.

Well, that ship has sailed.

I'm married now. Happily married.

Don't you think it's a sign...

...us being brought together again
like this?

Your wife shops at Goodes.

That isn't a sign.

Come on.

You're a little bit happy to see me.

Am I?

Hey...

What are you doing?

Um...

I'm just trying to keep my promise.

Angela!

Oh, I've got to get this back into
Mr McKenzie's office.

Well, you can't return it now,
management's in.

When, then?

Afternoon tea.

Anglos are obsessed with
afternoon tea.

The entire floor heads
to the cafeteria at 3.30

for a strong cuppa.

McKenzie goes to a different
tearoom in the St James toilets.

So he...won't be in his office?

You'll have 15 minutes before
the secretaries come back.

Fay.

I wanted your advice about this...

..guy I met.

You want my advice, Lisa?

Have nothing to do with him.

Magda...

...could we get lunch tomorrow?

I need to tell you something.

Do you have my money?

If I had known what Rudi was
doing...

Oh, but he kept you in the dark.

These husbands...

...what are we meant to do with
them?

Hm. I wish I knew.

Stefan came to our place last
night.

With his son?

George is now staying with us.

How kind of you.

Stefan knows he's done wrong.

He's completely lost without you.

I have lost the boutique
of my dreams,

my marriage may not survive

and I'm demoted to Ladies' Shoes.

Mrs Janosi,

I wish great joy to you, Rudi,
and your house guest.

Good morning. Welcome to Goodes.
Thank you.

HE PLAYS PIANO

HE PLAYS UPBEAT TUNE

Well, it's quiet.
I might, um, go for a cuppa.

It's been an odd day.

The gentleman who came to pay
for the turban seemed...

...charming.
ANGELA LAUGHS

We don't discuss customers,
Miss Miles.

I thought you'd set a better
example for Miss Mansour.

She does usually...

...you know?

She gossips a fair bit
about customers.

I wanted to apologise for calling
Richard a creep.

It was wrong of me.

If you like him, I'm sure he's
nice.

He's why you were late yesterday,
right?

It's your business,
not anyone else's.

Honestly, I'm not judging you.

And I won't mention it again.

I've got to go.

Um, I mean, I think I will
take my break now.

Monthly girl's just arrived.

TENSE MUSIC PLAYS

TELEPHONE RINGS

PIANO PLAYS

PIANO TUNE ENDS

HE PLAYS A DIFFERENT TUNE

Is that for me?

You don't look Arabic.

HE FINISHES THE PIECE

HE PLAYS HUNGARIAN DANCE

That's Brahms.

You don't look Hungarian either.

That's what it says on my passport.

HE FINISHES PIECE

And...

HE PLAYS DIFFERENT TUNE

American?

Cuban American.

Near Miami.

HE FINISHES PIECE

George Szombathelyi.

It's nice to meet you.

Are you Magda's...George!

What are you doing at Goodes?

My father told me to meet him here.

Well, he's not welcome here either.

DOORMAN:Welcome to Goodes, sir.

It's too late.

Can we speak?

I've come to explain.

SHE SCOFFS
This will be some explanation!

I am needed in Shoes.

Shoes?

Not you.

It was always the wrong time to
tell you and then it was too late.

You had another family!

I have you.

Sh! Don't make a scene!

Come.

What do you want to know? Hm?

What do you want to know?

How she was the love of my life?

How she broke my heart
when she left me?

Because none of that is her.
All of it is you.

You kept a wife and child from me,
Stefan.

Don't say it's because you love me.

No, it's not.

It's because I was ashamed.

I could live without them.

And the mere thought of living
without you...

...it decimates me.

What kind of man does that make me?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore
and that's what scares me.

We'll get the money from Rudi back,
tenfold.

Please, hm?

Let us return home
and we'll sort this out.

I don't trust you!

And I cannot be with a man that
I don't trust.

It's nothing.

It's everything.

But...

..I will prevail.

Thanks for covering with my mum.

It helped.

All in the name of love.

I don't know about love.

I'm not even sure we had...

Intercourse?

It's all really fuzzy.

I woke up in his bed.

My clothes were on the floor,
but my underwear was on.

Did... Did you feel anything?

Down there?

I don't know.
What are you supposed to feel?

You're the one that goes
to university.

Haven't you read something?

No. I only got up to chapter three
of Lady Chatterley

before Mum caught me.
Hmm.

Did she tell you anything about
sex?

She signed me up for netball.

ANGELA LAUGHS

THEY BOTH LAUGH

If he thinks that he can do it,
then I want to give him that...

Richard, I was wondering...
Lisa.

Look...

..I know you think you and me
make sense, OK?

But it doesn't.

OK? Especially after the other
night.

But we didn't...Exactly. We didn't.

You're a sweet girl.

You're smart. You're very
beautiful.

You are.

It's just this world
isn't new to me.

You see?

Uh-huh.

I knew you'd understand.

But, Richard...

Lisa, girls like you, guys like me,
are not meant for each other, OK?

I don't even really believe
in that kind of thing anyway,

not like you do.

You're a nice girl.

I'm a budding journalist...

..with potential!Correct.

And I'll expect you back in the
office first thing tomorrow
morning.

Everyone has to do their time
as editorial assistant,

even the pretty ones.

Of course.

I might even get you to review
Clive's new play.

Have a good night.

I like that.
THEY CHUCKLE

These are from the look book.
You traced them.

Nadia has some great ideas
about the bridal party.

How could you agree to that?

Because I'm not family?

NADIA SIGHS
I am. Remember?

Slipped my mind.

My wedding is going to be a
showcase

for the most beautiful
and stylish gowns

that Mansour and Sons
have ever made.

OK, throw away these sketches.

We'll be able to make much better
copies once the gowns are in stock.

No, we don't have time for that.

Hasn't Farouk told you?

We've set the date.

Three months from today.

But what about Mum?

We've already bought
her plane ticket.

I'm so sorry, but my office, um...

Someone's been...
Well, I know, I...

Spit it out, McKenzie.

Oh. The look book.

There's a scuff here on the cover
and over the ladies' dresses.

The bridal gowns.

See?

The indentations and an ink smudge,
which indicate...

MRS AMBROSE:Someone has copied it.

I'd wager it's the same someone
who made the copy of our gown.