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EVANGELINE: I've been through

everything else.

That looks really nice.

EVANGELINE:

Would Aunt Lydia approve?

Does that matter?

Well, she did get me

the job.

Well, she'd want you to have

some breakfast.

I couldn't.

My very first job.

A warm drink.

I feel as if my chest is full

of fluttering birds.

Well, don't they deserve

some toast?

[Laughs]

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

[Doorbell rings]

I'm Evangeline Eliott.

Yes?

Mrs. Partini is expecting me.

Oh.

[Bell rings]

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

I, uh, didn't make

an appointment.

MOLLY:

I'll see if Miss Eliott is in.

Miss Evangeline?

Well, she's gone to work.

Miss Beatrice is still here.

If you'd like to come

this way.

Thank you.

Very nice.

First you use your eyes,

your ears, and your legs.

This is the way to learn.

Yes, Mrs. Partini --

Your mouth -- not at all.

You watch, you listen, you run

around where you are told

to make yourself useful

to my seamstresses.

Maybe we use your hands.

We see.

Lady Lydia, she says you sew

very nicely.

You taught yourself?

We -- my sister and I --

we had a governess.

[Speaking French]

We will see what we can make

of you,

Miss Eliott.

You expect to be paid?

Well, naturally, I would --

PARTINI: Yes or no,

Miss Eliott?

Why the English cannot talk

about money open?

Yes!

[Quietly]

Please.

You know, of course, there are

hundreds, no, thousands

of young girls like you

looking for work.

Mm?

I would not expect a lot,

just --

Expect nothing, Miss Eliott.

Then you will be

pleasantly surprised.

Follow me.

Mrs. Pearce?

I'm Beatrice Eliott.

I'm sorry it is so bleak

in here.

We don't use this room

very often.

Interesting.

I believe Father picked it up

on one of his trips.

Did Molly show you

the breakfast room?

Breakfast room?

BEATRICE: It could easily

be converted

into a rather cozy study.

Would you like to see it?

I'm all right here.

Forgive me -- haven't you come

about the house?

In a manner of speaking.

Well, then,

if you'd like to follow me --

I'm afraid I'll soon

have to leave for work.

MRS. PEARCE: You misunderstand,

Miss Eliott.

I don't want to buy the house.

Didn't your sister tell you

about me?

[Sewing machines running]

This is Miss Eliott.

Now, then -- oh.

I think we can start

like this.

The floor.

[Partini coughs]

No, no, no, no, no!

Small.

Otherwise all the dust

goes on the dresses.

You!

You and my father!

MRS. PEARCE: I was very fond

of him, as a matter of fact.

A kind man, generous.

To his mistress, perhaps.

When did you last see my father,

Mrs. Pearce?

Six months ago.

Or was it seven?

Of course,

I never put myself forward.

Nevertheless, he led me

to believe I would be...

remembered.

Why have you come here,

Mrs. Pearce?

Surely he made some provision!

There is no mention of you

in his will, I promise you.

Miss Eliott, I don't live

like this.

Neither shall we

for much longer.

Then why did your sister

come to see me?

My sister!

Came to see you?

Yes.

You must agree that I'm owed

at the very least --

I think I would very much

like you to leave.

And what about our son?

He's owed his share.

Your son?

Your half-brother.

24 years old.

He's entitled to something,

isn't he?

That's the law!

[Door opens]

[Door slams]

[Telephone rings]

Mr. Maddox's Studio.

Oh, good morning,

Mr. Garstone.

All right, good morning, Piggy.

Is it?

Well, you always cheer me up.

Now, what can I do for you?

Yes! Oh, yes, of course

that can be arranged.

Yes, well, I know Mr. Maddox

will be only too happy.

Me?

Oh, no, I'm afraid

this evening is impossible.

No, no, it's just some family

business I have to attend to.

But please ask me again.

I shall look forward to it.

Goodbye.

[Chuckles]

JACK: Beatrice, look at this.

Good morning.

JACK: We're not amused?

I don't understand it.

It's Dada.

Surrealism.

They're mad for it in Paris.

Well, no doubt

I'm rather stupid.

You're not that,

whatever else you may be.

Well, I'm sure

you will oblige me

with a catalogue of my faults.

No, too early in the morning.

What's this?

I noticed you were running short

of chemicals.

I've replenished the supply.

The receipt is in the bag.

I shall tell you

your most serious failing.

You are fast becoming

indispensable.

JACK: Eyes right, General.

[Shutter clicks]

Is coffee all I get

for standing here

like an organ grinder's monkey?

JACK: There's whiskey if you'd

prefer it, General.

Oh, no, I'd better not.

The little woman would smell it

on my breath

and remind me

of the crack's orders.

And what were they, General?

Well, if I remembered them,

I wouldn't be able to ignore

them, would I, my dear?

- BEATRICE: [Chuckles]

- Oh, haven't you taken enough?

I don't mind telling you,

all this standing around

is playing merry hell

with my lumbago.

Oh, would you like to sit down

for a moment?

No, sooner suffer and grumble.

It's all that keeps me going

these days.

Pathetic, isn't it?

Just a couple of more shots,

General.

After you finish your coffee.

Oh. You remember that jacket

thing you made for my wife?

Do you think you could make

something like it in silk?

I managed to get a bolt

out of China

just before the revolution.

I'd rather you got at it

than the moths.

Well, if your wife would like

another jacket --

Oh, she'll be glad!

Until you came along,

she'd had nothing new

since the coronation!

[Both chuckling]

Come on, hurry up, Maddox.

JACK: Hopefully they'll be ready

in a couple of weeks.

Goodbye, General.

GENERAL: Maddox.

No one else, is there?

Uh, you have Miss Coles

at 4:00.

Oh, God.

And there was I, thinking of

doing something healthy,

like walking down

to the Lamb and Flag.

I don't suppose

you'd like to come?

If you remember --

Oh, yes, you're lunching

with Arthur.

I hope, having gone to the

trouble of asking my permission,

he's taking you

somewhere decent.

Oh, it'll be somewhere

respectable.

You may be sure of that.

Poor Beatrice. Wouldn't you

rather be bohemian with me?

I shall be back

soon after 2:00.

I think the least you could have

done was to tell me, Arthur!

I never seem able to please you,

do I?

I know, you haven't had it easy,

your mother dying

through Evangeline.

And a father so dependent

you had no time

to get to know a fellow.

That is neither here nor there.

Have it your own way.

But perhaps we have more

in common than you think.

You have always been free

to do as you want.

And yet I've always tried

to act responsibly,

which is why I held

certain things back.

What things?

Is there anything else?

Beatrice --

your father treated me

like a son.

Why can't you treat me

like a brother?

Isn't it enough to discover

I have a half-brother

of whom I knew nothing?

Will you join me

with some cheese?

Nothing more, thank you.

I am not accustomed

to so much rich food.

I'll have some Stilton

and a glass of port.

Coffee?

Can Father's --

Can Mrs. Pearce and her son

contest Father's will?

ARTHUR: Never mind about them.

I do mind about them!

Have they any rights?

It's difficult.

But I doubt it,

since Uncle Henry

never left anything in writing.

As far as we know.

I think I would know.

Believe me.

Is there any reason

why I should?

How many people have been

to view the house?

- Arthur --

- I'm not going to discuss

the other matter any further.

The sale of the house is far

more important, I assure you.

If you don't find

a buyer soon --

What is so urgent about it?

It will be far more convenient

to delay until we have found

our feet!

The mortgage payments

have to be met.

Otherwise, the house

will be repossessed.

Surely there is enough money!

The way things are,

if it's not sold soon,

you won't have enough

to repay the loan.

Believe me, I wish it were

otherwise.

I also wish Evangeline

were otherwise occupied.

Your own mother recommended it.

I know, but an Eliott working

as a dressmaker!

What else would you suggest,

given that, like me,

she has no proper

qualifications?

I still say,

as her legal guardian,

she ought to find something

more suitable.

There are a million people

unemployed, Arthur.

Or don't you notice such things

in your office?

I believe that figure to be

somewhat exaggerated.

Very well, but promise me

you'll at least talk to her

about her activities.

You know, it's all too easy

for someone

with Evangeline's looks and --

and qualities

to get into the wrong circles.

[Sighs]

EVANGELINE: Bea!

You should see the place!

A bathe-water sweatshop,

but everyone's so nice.

I'm practically one of them

already.

- Evie --

- They let me go by

a haberdashery on my first day!

Annie --

she's the senior hand --

she says I'll soon be able

to do some beadwork.

Next week I might even be

on the sewing machines!

Don't let it get cold.

[Dishes clanking]

Evie, why didn't you tell me

you had been to see that woman?

Which woman?

Mrs. Pearce!

Father's --

I just didn't want you to --

Yes, but you did,

didn't you?

MOLLY: Here's a bit

of cold mutton.

It's not much --

I'm not eating!

MAN: Anything, anyone?

[Men cheering]

Having another one, Arthur,

old boy?

It's my round.

Thank you, Percy, but I'd better

be getting on now.

But it's my birthday!

We're going to Shepherd's Market

for -- get a couple of girls

and, uh -- and go and have

a chop somewhere.

Well, I will have a chop

with a girl on my birthday.

Not tonight, old chap.

I promised to take

my mama to the theater.

Sorry.

Happy birthday, Percy.

Thanks.

Give them all a kiss

from me.

EVANGELINE: Bea?

Bea -- I finished the dress

for Mrs. Powell,

who didn't know what she wanted.

And I've done the mending

in the basket,

including your stockings.

If I black-lead

the drawing-room grate

and get rid of the beetles,

will you forgive me?

BEATRICE: Oh, Evie.

EVANGELINE:

I know I shouldn't have.

BEATRICE: Oh...you know,

it doesn't matter.

I just had to find out!

I didn't want you to --

You're a silly thing!

EVANGELINE: Or Arthur

or anyone.

Arthur?

He knows more than he will tell.

About what?

Oh, I've had enough of him

for one day.

I've had enough of Arthur

for a lifetime.

[Both chuckling]

LYDIA:

Can you see Elizabeth Harding?

She spends all that money

on clothes

and still manages to look cheap.

No doubt her latest young man

has told her

that bad taste is all the rage.

Mother!

I gather Evangeline

is getting on extremely well.

Mrs. Partini says she's not only

able, but a quick learner.

We must get her married

before she becomes too clever

for her own good.

Is the house sold yet?

The agent says there are

a couple of parties

who are seriously interested.

And how much will the girls get?

Bearing in mind the mortgage --

In round figures, Arthur.

They might hope for £500.

Mm.

And where are they

going to live?

Well, I was thinking...

we have so much room.

They are certainly not living

with us!

Well, they won't have

very much money,

in view of Uncle Henry's

unfortunate investments.

£500 is quite enough for them

to get ideas of their own.

Give them £100.

Mother, I couldn't!

It would be most unethical!

Put the rest into a trust fund.

They must not become too

independent, Arthur.

Until they no longer

bear the Eliott name...

which, in Beatrice's case,

may be forever.

[Orchestra tuning]

[Laughing]

Poor Letty -- even if

Mrs. Partini had allowed her

to use her toes

as well as her fingers,

she still couldn't get

her sums right.

Arithmetic is a closed book

to me, I have to admit.

In the ancient Greek anyhow.

[Chuckles]

Poor Letty.

I don't think she's

going to last.

Mrs. Partini certainly needs

someone reliable.

Sounds like a job

for Beatrice.

What a wonderful idea!

But what about Jack?

Don't you worry about him.

What Beatrice needs is somewhere

where she's properly

appreciated.

PENELOPE: Don't you use

this mausoleum?

Mnh-mnh, we prefer our own

little sitting room.

I'll make tea.

Yeah, but all this space --

I mean,

surely this would be better

for your dressmaking.

No, we couldn't.

But why not?

Your father's not here

to disapprove, is he?

Hmm?

That's two good ideas

in one afternoon.

Wait till we tell Bea.

Tea!

[Playing along

to classical recording]

JACK: Hold it there, Piggy.

Got it!

I play a song

for the beautiful lady!

A song of love and sadness.

God, anything but that.

[Stops music]

Let's have a drink.

BEATRICE: Have a glass of wine,

Piggy.

Thank you.

Aha.

I see a dark...

short acquaintance,

Generous and loyal,

whose invitation to dinner

at the Café Royale should

on no account be declined.

[Singsong] I'm getting tired

of playing second fiddle.

Jack, do you want to fall victim

to a gypsy's curse?

My dear Piggy, this is

a professionally run studio,

thanks to Beatrice.

I am being frightfully

professional!

I was just getting

into the part.

Of course you were,

my dear.

Now, what are you

going to do next?

For my minstrel, do you think?

Medieval, or concert party?

Well, let's face it,

I'll never make an actor

if I have to wear

wrinkled tights.

Let's the modern.

[Beatrice chuckles]

JACK: Would you like

a drink, Beatrice?

No, not while I'm working.

PIGGY: If you're talking

about me,

I hope you're being kind.

Shut up and get changed, Piggy.

He's a good fellow, you know.

I know.

I have inquired

with the authorities

about photographing

Lady Serena in the park.

They have no objections,

provided --

We don't scare the horses.

[Chuckles]

What are you doing in there,

Piggy?

You take longer than a dowager.

PIGGY: [High voice]

And I shall look better

than one, too, my dear.

Anyway, I'm paying for this,

aren't I?

MRS. PARTINI: Three years.

Three years!

[Sighs]

EVANGELINE: Ah!

Here it is.

Brava.

If Letty had learned

in three years

what you have in three months...

Some people just can't do

figures, Mrs. Partini.

It's a gift, like --

well, like having an eye

for design.

And your sister, you say,

she has this, hmm?

Among her many talents.

She's also an experienced

dressmaker.

Professional?

No.

Ah, well.

How do you say?

We beggars,

we don't need a choice.

She would like to come

and see me?

I could ask her.

Well, I have to find

somebody soon.

Otherwise, all this will get

completely beyond my control.

Ah, do hurry up!

I only came here to make sure

you weren't exploiting Tilly.

If you could just stand still

for a moment.

TILLY: What would it take

to keep you still and quiet?

A hundred pounds?

I'll tell you one thing,

I wouldn't be a model,

not for £1,000.

Oh, I would.

But a quiet Penelope

wouldn't be Penelope.

TILLY: Might be an improvement.

Tilly, you are

an ungrateful baggage!

TILLY: I know.

Me mum's always saying.

But you must get bored

of all that gratitude.

At least I make a change.

Well, we're grateful

to you, Tilly,

coming all this way

to give us a hand.

It's a different country

up here.

I hope you sell it soon

and get somewhere civilized.

Well, the estate agent

said he had a buyer interested.

Maybe then we can move

into the center of town.

Oh, Evie, I doubt

we could afford that.

But this house must be worth

at least --

Well, it's a difficult time

to sell.

Mm, it's difficult

all round.

Of course, some has it

more difficult than others.

[Evangeline laughs]

Beatrice, I know it's none

of my business,

but why don't you at least

go and see this Partini woman?

I mean, you're so good

at all this.

Surely you could do with some

professional experience.

That's just what I said.

PENELOPE: Anyway,

what's to stop you? Old Jack --

He needs me!

[Scoffs]

He needs lots of things.

You have a special talent,

you and Evie.

- [Tilly coughs]

- And Tilly.

But, I mean,

being a receptionist?

Anyone with half a brain --

He was also good enough to give

me a job when I needed it most,

for which I shall always

be grateful.

Oh, gratitude again?

You mustn't let that --

After all, Jack has lots

of ladies in his life.

And I'm sure any one of them,

or nearly any one of them --

I'll speak to him,

if that can help.

- No, really, plea--

- It is no trouble!

Once she's made up her mind,

not the king and council

can change it.

As me mum's always saying.

[Horse whinnies]

Why the hell we couldn't do this

on her estate --

I believe Lady Serena would

rather be photographed

with her horse than her husband.

Why, Beatrice,

that was almost a joke!

Well, working with you requires

a sense of humor, Mr. Maddox.

I want to talk to you

about that.

Shall we try one more?

Um, looking to your left.

[Softly]

She looks like something

out of "The Charge

of the Light Brigade."

What can I do?

You know you can perform greater

wonders than Maskelyne.

I also know that your talents

are wasted with me.

Penelope.

[Loudly]

Dukey looks more cheerful

than you do -- Lady Serena,

do you think you can manage

a smile?

[Softly] I don't need Penelope

to tell me anything.

You have great gifts.

If you're given an opportunity

to use them properly --

Are you trying

to get rid of me, Jack?

If I have to, in order

to make you see sense, yes.

Ready?

[Horn honks]

[Lady Serena screaming]

JACK: Daphne!

DAPHNE: Well, I suppose horse

manure is your natural element.

I was working, Daphne.

I hope so, darling.

No one in their right mind

would photograph Serena

for fun.

How are you, Miss Eliott?

Keeping him in order?

I do my best, Miss Haycock.

Oh, I'd give up on that

if I were you.

He's so sweet

when he's savage.

We're off to Henley for lunch.

Won't you join us?

No.

Well, shall I see you tonight?

I'm going to that musical

at the Gaiety.

You ought to come, too.

It's called "The Shop Girl."

JACK: I hate musicals,

Daphne,

and so does Beatrice.

Well.

I'll see you at Ciro's

afterward, then.

[Singsong]

By-ye!

Piggy said it wasn't very good.

What?

"The Shop Girl."

So you'd like to go?

Did you get enough pictures

of Lady Serena?

Enough for what?

To charge her for

an entire morning's sitting.

You are much too good for me,

Beatrice.

Go and see that dressmaker.

[Sewing machines running]

Clever.

£100?

You see, the mortgage took up --

and then there were, of course,

other debts.

BEATRICE: Do you have a list?

Of -- of what your father --

I should like to see

his ledgers,

Arthur, if you don't mind.

I hope you don't mistrust me,

Beatrice.

I believe I am entitled

to see the figures,

and I should like to do so.

Of course.

[Clears throat]

If you'd like me to explain --

No, thank you, Arthur.

I am quite used to accounts.

Of course, you understand

that with the --

the nature of your father's

outgoings --

You mean his mistresses.

A gentleman does not discuss

these things.

It is your gentlemanly delicacy

to describe an outgoing

of some £275

as "miscellaneous debts,"

I presume.

And some £125

as "fees and expenses."

Do you really want me

to show you

all the receipts

from Bournemouth?

Would that satisfy you?

I wished to spare you,

considering how much

you've already suffered.

[Knock on door]

Tea.

Thank you, Miss Fullerton,

that will be all.

Would you like to,

or shall I?

No, you do it, Arthur.

I take a little milk

and no sugar.

So £100 is all we're left with.

It distresses me

as much as it does you.

Not quite as much, I think.

No, I assure you.

But of course £100 is

a not inconsiderable sum,

properly invested.

For that sort of advice,

I can recommend --

No, thank you, Arthur.

Well, at least you have

no outstanding debts.

I know it's not much comfort --

No, it is not.

But you may rely

on Mother and me

offering all the help we can.

As a matter of fact,

you might like to consider

living with us for a while.

You have only three weeks

in which to leave your home,

and I'm sure Mother

would be happy

to have you under our roof,

where she can--

Where she can keep an eye on us.

Where she can ensure that you're

properly cared for.

[Scoffs]

ARTHUR: It's a serious offer.

You will need somewhere

to live, somewhere decent.

Please thank Aunt Lydia,

Arthur,

but we shall find

our own accommodation.

Well, we wouldn't want you

and Evangeline living in --

in distressing surroundings.

Now, please don't you

distress yourself, Arthur.

We shall manage.

Where -- where will you go?

When we have found somewhere,

we shall inform you.

Goodbye.

[Door closes]

EVANGELINE: That would look nice

on you.

BEATRICE: Don't be silly.

EVANGELINE:

Well, why shouldn't you wear it?

Can you see Aunt Lydia's face?

"Immodest and improper."

[Evangeline laughs]

All the more reason!

Besides, think all you'll

save on materials.

[Laughing]

We're not going to spend

the rest of our lives

scrimping and saving

and worrying

about what people think, are we?

No.

Where are we going to live?

Jack said there might be a flat

vacant above the studio.

Could we afford the rent?

He's going to talk

to the landlord.

We don't really want to live

above -- I mean,

you'd be at his beck

and call all the time!

But I'm going to speak

to Mrs. Partini.

You're not!

Of course, if you'd rather

we didn't work

in the same establishment --

[Laughing]

Bea!

[Exhales]

Oh!

[Laughing]

BEATRICE: Well, we can furnish

it from Highgate.

Only with our favorite things.

And sell the rest?

And buy some really bright

curtains.

We can give ourselves

a proper workroom.

People will come flocking.

There'll be space enough

for Tilly.

We shall be rich and famous!

Without relying

on our fabulous legacy.

We can entertain!

And have money in the bank.

We shall work all day

and dance all night.

Well, what do you think?

Will it do?

It will do, Jack.

- It will do very nicely,

won't it, Evie?

- Mm.

Good. A man couldn't wish

for nicer neighbors.

Thank you, Jack.

Thank you for everything.

I shall miss your guiding hand,

you know.

I may be driven to seek

your advice from time to time.

Oh, Jack!

[Laughs]

[Cork pops]

Oh!

JACK: To the shop girls.

Without the song and dance.

[Laughing]

You're lucky to have

both Eliott girls

working for you now,

Mrs. Partini.

Such good ideas

and such good workmanship.

I am aware of their talents,

Lady Saxby.

I do hope you're

paying them enough.

I'm told they were left

positive paupers.

It is good to know they have

a champion such as yourself.

One gets what one pays for,

doesn't one?

No, Mr. Greenspan, I'm afraid

Thursday will not do.

We need them by tomorrow,

to be ready for the ball.

Well, you had the order

last week, Mr. Greenspan.

Well, I'm sorry --

if you cannot oblige us,

we shall have to look --

Thank you.

By noon tomorrow.

Excellent.

Goodbye, Mr. Greenspan.

[Chuckles]

Mr. Greenspan will deliver

the ostrich feathers personally!

Miss Armitage shall go

to the ball.

What is that?

Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry,

it's a nursery reference.

I have been thinking,

Mrs. Partini --

Yes, Miss Eliott.

Your thoughts are usually

most interesting.

It has always been your custom

to order whole bolts of cloth.

Yes, to gain a discount, no?

Well, my sister pointed out --

and I have observed it myself --

that it often leads

to wastage.

Yes, so?

Well, if you chose

a reliable supplier,

I don't see

why they should not supply

the exact amount we need

and at a discount,

provided you go to them first.

You think so?

In these difficult times,

everyone is anxious

to keep their stock moving.

A regular customer is more

welcome than an occasional one.

How much we save?

Well, I have done

some calculations.

You see, it could amount

to £75 over the year.

Well, Miss Eliott,

for what are we waiting?

[Telephone rings]

Mrs. Partini's establishment.

To the front...

Oh!

We can't leave Louis.

Will you have any use

for this, Miss Bea?

Only Frank loves his fish.

I don't care

if I never eat fish again.

We have to feed your brain,

Evie.

Well, I don't know

that it's done Frank's any good.

But if you want it --

Of course not, Molly,

you take it,

and anything else

you find useful.

As long as you're

not left short.

We might even lash out

on a new frying pan.

Evangeline, let's not be rash.

Sorry.

Oh, Molly!

Now, come on, Miss Evie,

you'll have me at it and all.

I've never lived

anywhere else!

And about time you did, then.

Who'd want a great

white elephant like this,

miles from anywhere,

not even on the electric?

Where are you and Frank

going to live?

Dalston.

It's a nice little house.

You mind you come and see us.

Of course.

Right near a tram stop, we are.

It's very convenient.

Ah! That's that.

Oh, Bea!

Now, Evie, there is nothing here

worth crying over,

and everything

to look forward to.

[Chuckles]

Miss Eliott?

Miss Eliott?

[Evangeline clears throat]

Oh! You're putting a painter

out of work, are you?

God, you look a sight.

Can't afford a painter, can't

afford to stain my clothes.

How are you with a brush?

Terrible.

Watch me, then.

It doesn't matter, Jack.

Why can't I find your photos?

It's not as if I'm

in any hurry.

She put them --

Well, knowing Beatrice,

probably in the most sensible

place.

[Sighs] Well, I'm not

sensible enough to find them.

You have a go.

[Scoffs]

Yes, well,

papers make me uneasy.

Look, I've got

a better idea.

Go and get drunk

in the Café de Paris?

Let's go upstairs

and ask.

Do you know, that's

the most sensible idea

I've heard since --

Since she left.

Yes.

You're having it all white?

In here.

Everybody's doing it.

Bit too much like a bally

hospital, if you ask me. Cold.

It won't be, not when we've got

the curtains up

and the furniture in.

That won't be

this side of Christmas,

the rate you're going.

Who cares?

But I've been in worse.

Thank you, Tilly, I'll take that

as a compliment.

[Knock on door]

Oh, I can't look,

dressed like this.

I suppose you want me to go?

Would you mind dreadfully?

What do I say?

Are you receiving?

No, not unless it's --

[Knocking]

Unless it's...?

We're not at home

to anyone.

Hello, who are you?

Tilly Watkins.

Who are you?

Jack Maddox, studio down below.

Is Miss Eliott in?

Uh, Miss Beatrice Eliott.

She's out, and Miss Evangeline's

not home to anyone.

Do you have any idea

when Miss Beatrice will be back,

Miss Watkins?

She's still at Partini's.

Well, I'm waiting for her,

and all,

to help out with the sewing.

Well, I wonder whether we

can trouble you

to give her a message.

Yes, if you tell her

to drop in on us --

we'd like to -- we'd like to

invite her and Miss Evangeline

to dine with us.

Well, they can't.

They've got too much to do,

what with the dressmaking

and decorating and all.

I see.

Well, I don't suppose

you'd happen to know

when they'd be free?

- [Chuckles]

- PIGGY: No, of course not.

Well, we'll just have to try

our luck some other time.

Thank you.

Come on, Jack.

All work and no play --

look what it did to me.

TILLY: Your friend Jack --

EVANGELINE: He's no friend

of mine.

And a little fat fellow,

very polite.

Piggy.

What did they want?

They invited you out to supper.

I told them you couldn't go.

[Sighs]

Oh, I could just do

with a treat!

I'm fed up.

Tell you what.

What?

Where's your scissors?

Evie!

Don't she look nice?

W-well, yes.

Tilly cuts

all her family's hair.

She could cut yours

if you want.

Oh, Tilly, I hope you won't

be offended, but --

well, at my age, I think

I'd rather go to a hairdresser.

[Chuckles]

So would I.

It's just a matter

of affording it.

[All laughing]

Oh!

No, Evie, we've spent enough.

Oh, we could cut it up.

Oh, it's a shame.

Or alter it.

Oh, it would look good

on you.

Where am I likely to wear it?

When Piggy asks you dancing.

Oh, let's have it.

Well...

I'll pay.

Out of my wages.

Thank you.

Miss Eliott.

I believe this is one

you made.

- Yes.

- Mm.

Very shoddy workmanship.

My client is most displeased.

The client must have --

I am most displeased,

Miss Eliott.

Mrs. Partini, I sewed that

with great care.

The only way that

could have come apart

is if it was violently torn!

Violent?

My client?

Even the best people get into

fights at parties, Mrs. Partini.

Miss Eliott, I will not have you

insult my clients.

I will not have you

insult me.

My dresses do not fall apart

on the dance floor!

Mm, it's better

than Sweeney Todd's, this.

How would you know?

Me gran is a customer of his.

[Chuckling]

Right, I must finish this,

and then we can have

a clear weekend.

What are you doing?

Beatrice wants to go kite flying

with Jack and Piggy.

Well, you'll go, won't you?

Oh, go on!

Fresh air suits you.

Me? I just cough.

It'll make a pleasant change.

What about Mrs. Partini?

Are you really going to see her

on Monday?

Of course.

Look, I'd honestly rather

you didn't.

It's not just that she treated

you unfairly, Evie,

but she has profited

from our work and ideas.

She should pay us

what we're worth.

You won't get very far.

That's just what I said.

Nobody could pay you two

what you're really worth.

BEATRICE: Let it go?

- PIGGY: Yes.

- BEATRICE: Now? Whoo!

[Laughing]

- PIGGY See that?

- BEATRICE: Whoo!

PIGGY: Ha ha ha!

[Beatrice laughing]

Would you like a go, Evangeline?

I'm perfectly content,

thank you.

You don't look it.

You look thoroughly sulky.

That's a horrid thing to say.

I'm a horrid person.

Didn't you know?

Look --

You're young, you're pretty,

you're talented.

You need someone to love

and cherish you,

not some old roué like me who

can barely look after himself.

Jack --

I'm very fond of you, Evie.

And I'm very fond of you.

You think you are.

That's what happens to girls

who grow up in Highgate.

The first fellow you meet

under the age of 50,

you fall madly in love with.

You flatter yourself,

Mr. Maddox.

Nobody else does.

Whatever you may think --

Why can't we just

be friends?

Friends?!

Like you and Miss Haycock?

[Sighs]

God, why is this

so complicated?

I'm quite sure I don't know.

[Sighs]

You're the one

with all the experience.

[Laughs]

I do not think I am being

unreasonable, Mrs. Partini.

You come to me --

you and you sister --

knowing nothing.

Orphan nieces of Lady Lydia.

Amateurs!

You should be paying me!

You have frequently said

how useful

our talents have proved to you,

Mrs. Partini.

Oh, you think I didn't manage

before?

Oh, I never suggested that.

Just because you add up figures,

that makes you a businesswoman?

Well, you yourself

have encouraged me.

Your sister, she takes up

an inch of her hem,

she thinks she's Coco Chanel.

It would be fair to say,

Mrs. Partini,

that your clientele

has increased

because of our presence --

as well as your profits.

All I am asking --

You are asking too much.

Very well.

What does that mean?

"Very well"?

If you cannot see your way clear

to raising our wages --

Not by a penny,

not by a farthing!

Then I must reluctantly tender

my resignation

and that of my sister.

Of course, if you wish us to

work out our notice, we will --

Take this.

Take it!

And go!

Never let it be said

that Partini was not generous!

You want to change your mind,

don't you?

Mm?

I will permit it.

Sometimes I too, I say things.

[Sighs]

It is the artist in me.

Come, we start again, ah?

Mrs. Partini, it is a matter

of principle --

Ah, no!

Then, with

the greatest regret...

[Footsteps departing]

[Sighs]

[Sewing machines running]

Now, Mary, could you sew --

Bea!

Have you --

Oh, goodbye.

We'll miss you.

BEATRICE: [Sighs]

I'm still shaky.

EVANGELINE:

It was the right thing to do.

BEATRICE:

You really think so?

EVANGELINE: Of course!

But what are we going to do?

We have half a dozen

commissions.

And £100 in the bank.

And enormous talents.

All we have to do is find

someone who can afford them.

Come on,

let's cheer ourselves up.

Nothing extravagant.

The cinema.

The new Chaplin?

We'll just catch the matinee.

[Laughing]

I didn't want to go

before you got back.

There's someone waiting,

wouldn't take no for an answer.

- Who?

- What is it?

Beatrice, Evangeline,

I'm sorry to intrude like this.

I'm Sebastian Eliott.

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