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All right, Gary?
- Fine, thanks.
- Good.
Right, Andrew,
check her over.
She's off again
in 90 minutes.
MAN: All right, Brian,
bring my gear.
BRIAN: I'm on the way.
[Telephone rings]
Hello.
Yes.
What?
He flew under a bridge?
JACK: It's a bit dated,
Daphne,
that vamp look.
You're not Theda Bara
on a leopard skin,
you know.
Think freshness,
health.
You wanted freshness and health,
dear, then why ask me?
Oh. Don't you think you overdo
the decadence a bit?
All right, freshness.
[Telephone rings]
Damn.
Now, don't break your
concentration, don't move.
Nonsense.
Where are my ciggies?
[Telephone rings]
Hello?
Oh, Mrs. Arbuthnot.
Can I change
your fitting to 3:00?
Of course I won't forget.
I didn't last time, did I?
No, I'd be delighted.
Bye-bye.
Beatrice?
[Telephone rings]
[Frustrated grunt]
Maddox Studios.
Oh, hello, Fifi.
Well, I did pass
the message on.
They're usually
quite efficient.
Here's Miss Beatrice now.
Mademoiselle Melrux
and there's
a message there
from Mrs. Arbuthnot.
May I go now,
please?
Do you think we could
get on with it?
Darling, second thoughts
and all that.
Do you think it's a lark,
society girl as fashion model?
Mother doesn't approve.
JACK: Daphne,
this is no game to me.
It's supposed to be
my business.
Hello, Daphne.
Jack, I am sorry.
Where's your receptionist?
Mary is ill. Again.
You talk to him.
I need the break.
JACK: Beatrice,
a simple suggestion.
You and Evie
seem to be in demand.
Why not have
your own phone
put on in the flat?
No!
No, we can't afford it.
Sometimes one
has to take risks.
Are you just amateurs
fiddling about
or are you serious?
Jack, naturally we do
our very best.
But you won't take that
final step, will you?
Well, it's your life.
Come on.
You have talent.
You should use it.
It's Evie who has the ideas.
I can only do so much,
but I...
You're better actually
running the show, precisely.
You have a head for business,
so make it a business.
An expert on women's fashion,
are you?
No, of course not.
But a great deal of women
do pass through this studio.
I hear the gossip.
Gossip? And we can build
a business on gossip, can we?
Very well,
please yourself.
Jack, I'm sorry.
I know I get prickly.
I still haven't got over
Duroque sacking us
so publicly
and so shamefully.
Bea, the man was
exploiting you.
And we're better off
on our own, I know.
Everyone keeps
telling us so.
Well, I've made
my suggestion.
I don't know,
it seems awfully premature
to be talking as
a full-scale businesswoman,
but...
All right.
I shall get
a telephone installed.
But the moment I do,
not a soul will ring.
Mrs. Arbuthnot
will ring.
[Telephone rings]
Mr. Maddox's studio.
Yes. Jack?
It's for you.
[Airplane flying]
You are the most unbalanced,
irresponsible idiot!
And the best pilot you're
ever likely to have.
Thank you, Mrs. Hammond.
We shall have that ready
for you by the 31st.
I think the moire silk
will look superb.
- Excellent.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- Good-bye.
Oh.
- Sign here, please.
- Thank you.
We're connected.
Indeed.
[Gasps] Oh.
[Telephone rings]
- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.
Hello?
This is Flaxman --
I beg your pardon,
the funeral parlor?
Yes, I definitely rang
Virtue's Funeral Parlor.
Oh, no, there must be
some mistake.
This is Flaxman 1193.
Good heavens.
They've given you
the same number as Virtue's.
[Laughs]
No, a funeral parlor?
That will be
so embarrassing!
[Laughs]
Evie!
Oh, darling, do you think
we should have done?
Your sister does
take things so seriously.
Precisely why we have to tweak
her nerves occasionally,
isn't that right, Jack?
I refuse to be implicated.
How are you, Tilly?
You're not working too hard?
Oh, no, I couldn't.
[Piano playing]
[Applause]
Oh, we're not going?
There isn't
another program.
I want to
sit around again.
Please, Pen,
it's continuous.
No one will notice.
The chap is not
that enticing.
Come on.
I feel damn guilty about
being here at all.
A whole Saturday
afternoon wasted
and crowds of work
to be done at the mission.
EVANGELINE: Oh,
please shut up, Pen.
Think of yourself for once.
If you don't ever
have any fun,
you'll all dried out and horrid
and no use to anyone.
Do you ever go out?
You know, dancing
or dining with a man?
I like to wait until
one is asked.
What about you?
Besotted with
some idiotic fellow?
'Course not.
Rudolph Valentino's
the only man in my life.
I'm dying for
a cup of tea.
I won't come up.
What? Why not?
I don't feel like Beatrice
or brother Jack.
But I actually wanted
to talk to you.
Some other time.
Penelope,
I need some advice.
Well, you have your sister,
haven't you?
There are some things one can't
seem to talk about with sisters.
Beatrice thinks I influence
you enough already.
Oh, tosh.
Pen, it's Sebastian.
He said he'd keep in touch,
but we haven't
seen him in months.
Well? I'm not sure
how I can help.
I just wondered
if he was all right.
I'd like to see him.
Well, he's your half-brother.
There is some family obligation,
after all.
Beatrice doesn't
seem to think so.
And she doesn't like me
going out alone, so I --
Oh, heavens.
You are grown up.
We just know so little
about him.
I don't know what his job is,
or if he has one.
The man is a mystery!
Well, he must have
some good qualities.
He's very good-looking.
Do you have his address?
Well, bite the bullet,
pay the man a call.
Work to be done.
I must wend on
my weary way.
Take care.
Pen, you're very
understanding.
Me? Oh, yes,
of course.
Pay the man a visit.
What harm can
possibly come of it?
But you said for the 17th.
A week before is --
Well, of course,
we'd use our own designs,
but something
similar to that.
Well, yes, I'm sure,
but everyone
wants things immediately.
You cut the cuff
on the bias,
you see just
that much more gown.
It's rather dashing,
really.
It's a bit funny, though,
'cause it doesn't
give you that much
room to move.
Tilly, this is no time to sit
looking at magazines.
We're absolutely swamped!
For heaven's sake, Bea,
we have to look at magazines
to keep up with
what's going on.
Besides, Tilly's helping me
with the sleeves.
We will never get
things done in time.
Of course we will.
We won't let you down.
- [Telephone rings]
- I'll get it.
The Mrs. Eliott establishment.
Ms. Watkins speaking.
Can I help you?
Everything's going to be
all right, you know.
I had no idea that there were
so many parties.
Really, we knew nothing
buried in that house
while father was out
enjoying himself.
My blood still boils.
It's time we
forgot all that, Bea.
TILLY: Bye-bye.
Who was it?
Mrs. Arbuthnot.
Oh, not Ms. Arbuthnot.
My head is splitting.
Well, you did work
half the night.
I'd love some fresh air.
Can I deliver those blouses
to Ms. Livingston's?
Well, all right,
but don't be too long.
Fifi Melrux's appointment
is for midday.
Fine.
Tilly, can you
manage those sleeves?
I'll have a shot at it,
won't I?
You'll still put me
right from wrong.
The point being that
she never gets it wrong.
She's a natural couturiere.
No.
Am I?
Oh, it sounds posher in French,
don't it?
Evie, what are you
doing here?
Uh...
You've not
come to see me?
Well, yes.
Um...I'm not sure that's
a very good idea.
Well, you wanted --
you wanted to.
Come on, then.
Sebastian, slow down.
Why, are you scared?
I didn't say that.
Why haven't you
been in touch?
Not here, not now.
Just forget everything
for the time being.
I had absolutely
no idea.
Flying.
You must be very brave.
[Laughs]
Well, maybe we were
in the war.
Now it's just a business.
Like working in a bank,
except you fly every day.
Every day,
to France and back?
You've got to be joking.
I'm freelance.
I fly two or three
times a week,
when they need me
or when I feel like it.
I'm sure I can do it,
but she says
her appointment is with
Miss Evangeline.
BEATRICE: So unlike Evie.
Something must
have happened.
Do you want to go up?
No.
[Sighs]
I'd love to.
I shouldn't even be here.
No one has any sense
of adventure anymore.
I really must get back.
Wait.
There's something
I want to show you.
It's important.
Beautiful, isn't she?
Air speed,
120 miles an hour.
Soars like an eagle.
I'd stake my life on her.
There was this...boy,
growing up in
a provincial town.
Not exactly poor,
but...
his mother pretty obviously
watching every penny.
And no father.
They say what you don't have,
you don't miss.
But all the time,
I had this...
sense of need.
Other boys talked
about their fathers.
I...
And then you found out.
And how I resented
you and Beatrice.
There had been a father
after all, and you two
had grown up with him.
We resented you.
You had the education
he wouldn't give us.
We were shut up
in the house
and we were taught
nothing of the world.
And we suddenly appeared.
I was not out to
fleece you, Evie.
I just wanted what I thought
was rightfully mine.
What were you expecting?
Tons of money?
I was.
But now...
Look at the time.
Bea will kill me.
- Evie --
- Please!
Drive me back.
Come on, Pen, Bea and Evie
didn't have your education.
You've got to earn
a living somehow.
No, not for that, Jack.
It's just that it
seems so frivolous.
What these society brats
spend on new gowns
just to show off at parties
would feed half the East End
for three months.
My dear, solemn sister,
people with money
will always find
a way of spending it.
At least they don't
exploit people,
like the Duroques
of this world.
Jack. Jack,
I'm so sorry.
Bea? What's the matter?
And you encouraged her?
I do think you're making
a lot of fuss about nothing.
We just don't know enough
about this half-brother of ours.
Arthur thinks there's something
almost shady about him.
I just don't want Evie
to get mixed up
with the man!
She is not a child.
In some things,
that's exactly what Evie is.
Are you doubting
my word, Beatrice?
I have no address
for Sebastian.
I'm sure Evangeline
will return soon
and you'll feel quite foolish
to have worried so.
All right, good-bye.
Thank you.
I really must be
getting back.
You can't go yet, Evie.
I haven't told you everything.
I'm not your brother.
Or half-brother.
I'm no relation at all.
It was my mother's idea.
Whoever my
real father was...
[Laughs]
He deserted her as soon as
she told him she was expecting.
[Snickers]
I suppose I
shouldn't blame her.
She had to
bring me up somehow.
So she told
our father that...
That the child was his
and kept up the pretense
as long as Henry Eliott
sent her money.
When he died,
she told me that
he was my father.
But then when she realized we'd
get nothing from the estate,
she told me quite coldly
that he was not my father.
I haven't seen her for weeks.
I don't care if I
never see her again.
Evie...
Can we still see
one another?
[Knocking]
Evangeline.
Arthur!
Get up,
come with me.
Your sister's extremely
anxious about you,
with some cause.
It's not at all
a suitable place.
Do not tell me what
is suitable, Arthur.
This is my own business.
I will not allow you to
compromise yourself in this way.
I'm your legal guardian.
It's my responsibility
to protect you as well
as your interests.
Come.
You don't have to
listen to him.
What the hell possessed you
to visit that young man?
He was upset.
He wanted to talk about things.
He's practically criminal.
I think he's
very sensitive.
I'm sure he did everything
to arouse your sympathies.
That's the way
such fellows work.
Evangeline,
I'm not sure why you
should treat me as
the villain in this.
Everyone was worried
about you.
I always worry about you.
Well, you shouldn't!
Bea and I have
learnt an awful lot
about looking after ourselves
since Father died.
Beatrice is older,
my dear.
You're still my ward.
I missed a luncheon appointment.
It's 1:00.
Care to join me?
No, thank you.
I think I've played truant
for far too long already.
[Door opens]
[Slams shut]
Bea, may I speak to you
in private, please?
So Arthur did know
Sebastian's address.
Why didn't you tell Arthur
what Sebastian had told you?
I didn't dare.
Besides, that's for him
and Sebastian to sort out.
Evie? How could you have
gone off and left us?
Especially now.
I know, I'm sorry.
Time just...
got away from me.
I felt so...
Free?
I didn't realize
I was your jailer.
- Bea...
- It's all right.
Every now and then,
one sees oneself as others do.
A spinster sister.
The older one.
When all this rush is over,
we're going to have
such a good time.
I promise you.
We do now.
Piggy asked you out?
Oh, yes,
there's always Piggy.
[Laughs]
Peter.
Arthur! You're early.
What's all this?
Oh, just some whiskey.
Just seems an extraordinary
large amount.
Now, Arthur, got to stock up
for Christmas, haven't we?
Yes, of course.
You just worry about
the profits, my dear fellow.
Leave the mechanics
of the business to me.
Here's your copy
of the agreement.
Splendid.
Coming in for a little
celebratory drink?
Well, I shouldn't.
Um...why not?
Now, those two little words
rather sum up
my general attitude
to life.
Why not?
[Knocking]
Excuse me. Tilly.
Are you sure that we have
enough of this fabric
for Lady Haycock's outfit?
- Oh, positive.
- [Knocking]
[Sighs]
Arthur!
You're still working
at this hour
on Christmas Eve?
One can overdo things.
Well, if we're to
finish in time.
Do come in.
I'm sorry, I can't
offer you tea or anything.
We really don't stop.
How you can live and work
in the same place.
It's like a junk shop.
Sure you father would
never have approved.
Well, that evens things
up nicely.
A lot of what he did
we decidedly
disapproved of.
Arthur, presents?
Mother's still upset that
you're not coming to us
for Christmas dinner.
Well, we just wish to have
Christmas by ourselves, really,
to recover from all this,
thank you.
Is Evangeline
too busy to --
Yes, she is.
I do wish to see her.
Arthur, how was she
able to grow up
with you fussing over her
like an old hen?
All right.
Hello, Arthur.
- Oh!
- Merry Christmas.
Thank you.
Do open it.
No, Bea and I will open
our presents together tomorrow.
Well, this is
rather special.
It's from me to you.
Oh, but that's
not fair to Bea.
Beatrice is different.
And I bring out your
protective instincts, I know.
Please.
Open it when you're alone,
and there's no need
to mention it
to anyone else.
I don't feel at all comfortable
about that, Arthur.
Besides, Christmas is
rather boring all round.
Evangeline!
It's the greatest
of family celebrations.
And family is,
after all,
the foundation of
everything we hold sacred.
[Laughs]
How can you say that
to me, Arthur?
After the absolute sham
that Father made
of family life.
Yes.
Oh, Mother asked me
to remind you about
her little party
on New Year's Eve.
Well, she didn't
actually invite us.
Besides,
we're otherwise committed.
Are you deliberately
avoiding us?
I have to get back,
Arthur.
Have dinner with me
one evening?
Just us.
Just to talk.
I don't think so, Arthur.
But thank you
for my present.
[Evangeline humming]
I'd better be off, then.
Oh, all right, Tilly.
Thank you.
Your finishes are beautiful,
Tilly.
Oh, yeah?
Well, you have
a nice Christmas.
- BEATRICE: You too.
- Night!
Oh, Tilly?
BEATRICE: Haven't you
forgotten something?
No, I haven't
forgotten nothing.
What about these?
This is for you.
And these are for
your brothers and sisters.
And this is
for your mother.
Oh, I don't know
what to say.
BEATRICE: Oh, and,
there's a little bonus for you,
for all your hard work.
EVANGELINE: We couldn't have
managed without you, Tilly.
- Thank you.
- BEATRICE: Thank you.
Have a nice Christmas.
Those on the sewing machine
are for you.
[Door opens]
Good morning, Evie.
Evie, come on,
rise and shine!
It's Christmas!
[Laughs]
Come along.
I should be
doing this for you.
Oh.
Thank you.
What about the goose?
Half done. I think I've
mastered that oven.
Isn't it good to have everything
finished right on the dot?
We shall get a reputation for
reliability if nothing else.
Nothing else?
We're already the divinely
talented Eliott Sisters.
Fifi says so.
Daphne says so.
Even Ms. Arbuthnot.
- Oh, thank you.
- I've been really proud of us.
We've made
a very good start.
Hmm. Well,
I'll show them.
Show who?
Aunt Lydia, Arthur.
Evie, is that nice?
We will.
We will show them.
Gosh, the goose!
Presents later.
Mmm.
ARTHUR: Chalmers?
Sir?
ARTHUR: That'll be all.
CHALMERS: Thank you, sir.
[Jazz playing]
And who are you?
I'm Mrs. Lovett,
mate of Sweeney Todd's.
Ah! The Demon Barber
of Fleet Street.
I reckon you'd make
a very juicy meat pie.
Huh? Well,
not blood pudding.
[Hisses]
Ha-ha!
[Laughs]
Oh! Is it time, Jack?
โช Should old acquaintance โช --
Give me your blood.
Penelope,
come and dance.
PENELOPE: No, no, no,
I should go.
I promised Elmila
I'd see the new year in
with them at the mission.
Pen, what a boring
thing to do.
You're incorrigible.
We all know Penny
would rather be with
her poor homeless ones
than here.
Still, it would be nice
if you saw in just
one new year with
your wayward brother.
PENELOPE: Well,
good idea, that.
- Ah.
- Think of wine as indispensable.
Feeds the vanity,
but doesn't necessarily
help the helpless.
Pen, you're hopeless!
Piggy, as a city gent
and man of the world,
what do you think of the present
business climate right now?
Ah. Well, um,
that new treaty seems to have
settled the Irish mess
once and for all,
so things should be a little
more stable economically,
and, uh, well,
I really don't know, Bea!
If we could predict
the stock market,
we'd all be millionaires!
Anyway, I thought this was
supposed to be fun!
Ha-ha!
[Applause]
Lovely.
That's really the best
of the new songs.
You have such
good taste, Lydia.
It's the best
of the new because
it sounds just like
one of the old.
How boring.
But I suppose that is
the way we succeed in England.
Anyone else for a drink?
You might get me something.
My glass has been empty
for quite half an hour.
I do beg your pardon.
MAN: Very good show.
I'd like a widow's kiss.
I mean the cocktail,
of course.
What else could you
have meant?
Not "what," but "who."
[Indistinct conversation]
Arthur?
Mother, I wish you
wouldn't bark at me
in that
Wagnerian fashion.
You are leaving my party.
I'm not staying to watch you
make a fool of yourself
with that old man.
I doubt you'd prefer me
to make a fool of myself
with a young man.
Mother, what you do is
I suppose your own business.
Thank you, dear.
My sentiments exactly.
The new year is a time
for taking stock.
I unfailingly meet my social
obligations, but this year,
I intend to enjoy
myself a little.
You're not contemplating
a liaison with
that senile old fool.
You'd be the laughingstock
of London.
That senile old fool
has a much better
sense of humor than you,
my son,
and he is, consequently,
rather good company.
I'm delighted for you.
Oh, Arthur.
Do stop scowling.
He's a friend of Dolly's.
I may never see the man
again after tonight.
As usual, you're making
a mountain out of a molehill.
You have never before
walked out on
one of my evenings.
Where will you go?
I too am tired of
being dutiful.
I have no idea
where I'll go.
We've always seen
the new year in together.
Time for change.
Happy New Year, Mother.
Darling.
What a delightful surprise!
Susie.
You look very glamorous.
Just trying to see
the new year in right.
Marceline!
Company here, Arthur.
Marceline? This gentleman has
an interest in the club,
so it's on the house, dear.
[Crowd singing along to music]
[Music stops]
JACK: Quiet, now, please!
I would like to
hear from everyone.
I would like to hear what was
the most significant event,
what was the most
significant event
of this soon to be
departed year, 1921?
Einstein winning
the Nobel Prize.
Mr. Einstein downstairs,
who plays the fiddle
in the pavilion?
JACK: No, Albert Einstein!
Oh, well,
everything's relative.
[Laughter and groans]
Awful! Bea and I cut our hair
and started to live!
No, no, the best thing
to happen this year,
we got the sack!
And everything
flowed thereafter.
Bully for you!
Both of you.
- Yay!
- Cheers!
BEATRICE: Woo!
[Daphne singing]
Very Happy New Year!
Is she drunk?
With Daphne? Who knows?
It could be the booze, or --
I want a drink.
Please?
Daphne, this is
the third disturbance
you've caused here
in a fortnight!
You're really mad.
A little fuss?
I made nothing --
Somebody give me a light?
CROWD: Eight! Seven!
Just a little bloody help.
CROWD: Five!
PETER: Don't give it
to her, Arthur.
Give it to Susie.
CROWD: One!
[Cheering]
โช And never brought to mind โช
โช Should old acquaintance
be forgot โช
โช For the sake
of auld lang syne โช
โช For auld lang syne,
my dear โช
โช For auld lang syne โช
โช We'll take a cup
of kindness yet โช
โช For the sake of
auld lang syne โช
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
Evie, we should make
an announcement.
JACK: Quiet, everyone,
please, quiet for a moment.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I wish to make an announcement.
Rightly or wrongly,
madly or sanely,
I believe we ought to go
into business on our own.
Not copying others,
but creating our own designs!
Yes!
[Cheering]
And, Tilly,
when we do, you have to
be with us full time.
EVANGELINE: Definitely.
We love you!
JACK: Ladies and gentlemen,
to the House of Eliott.
To the House
of Eliott!
Eliott!
It's a little premature.
I mean,
we need cash to get set up,
buy equipment.
I'll invest.
Something, anyway.
Well, I'll double if not treble
anything Jack puts in.
Oh, Piggy!
It's going to be
a very happy new year.
Happy New Year!
This is not the sort
of proposition
the bank can support.
I am sorry.
Well, you set this out
very nicely for me,
but I'm afraid
I'm not convinced.
I'm sorry, Ms. Eliott,
but no.
I'm sorry, Ms. Eliott.
I'm sorry.
The banks will not
take the risk.
Because I'm a woman,
of course.
A woman is useless
in business.
JACK: Okay.
Look, I meant it when I said
I'd invest something.
Not very much,
I'm afraid, but...
Jack, are you sure?
I'm just sorry it's
not more.
I'd gladly be
your guarantor,
but I'm rather small-fry,
I'm afraid.
But I can't.
You must.
Please.
Thank you.
JACK: What about Piggy?
[Beatrice sighs]
I haven't dared ask.
He wasn't exactly
sober that night.
Bea, Piggy could provide
your total investment
and not even miss it.
Isn't it unfair to make
someone honor a promise
they made drunk
at a party?
I know the man.
Leave it to me.
Daphne?
Arthur.
That will be all,
Chalmers.
Yes, sir.
Just been returning
your lighter.
Don't know
how lucky you are.
I almost flogged it,
dear.
You wouldn't have.
25 carat gold.
Could have fetched quite a few
cases of old bubbly, darling.
I never know whether
you're being dead serious
or just trying to take
a rise out of me.
DAPHNE: You're such fun
to tease.
Arthur, you are really
so naive.
Not that I can
lecture anyone.
All that fuss and bother
about one song.
I've decided
I must drink less.
My doctor agrees.
Did you --
Did you mention
the club to Mother?
Thank you, Arthur.
For being so
concerned about me.
Very well,
I'm concerned.
But did you
or didn't you?
What is the 25 Club?
May I have
my lighter?
A drinking club.
Where the management,
your friends, no less,
give parties with obviously
far greater attractions
than we can
ever offer here.
Mother, it's just
a private place.
Who is Marceline?
Daphne, I see,
left no stone unturned.
And some very peculiar
creatures crawled out.
I'll not discuss it
with you, Mother.
It's my private affair.
I do hope it remains so,
for the sake of
the family's good name.
Evie?
Hello.
Piggy will be speechless!
Evie.
Well, actually,
I think you look terrible.
The color's wrong.
Far too dowdy.
Oh, Evie.
I know I can always rely on you
for an honest opinion.
You look lovely.
Piggy's a very
lucky chap.
I think it's time you stopped
for the evening.
I feel guilty enough about
going out and enjoying myself.
Don't be silly,
I'll just finish this.
- [Knocking]
- Piggy is early for once.
I'll get it.
Daphne!
Beatrice.
Is Jack with you?
No.
I've been down to the studio
but it's all locked up.
Well, it's after 7:00.
He usually
leaves at 6:00.
Is it?
[Sighs]
Don't time fly.
Do you have an appointment
with him?
No.
I just popped in.
Daphne, come in
for a moment.
- No, I'm fine.
- Please.
Why, Daphne!
Evie.
So cozy in here.
It's like a little
doll's house.
I wish I lived in
a little doll's house.
Hmm.
Another wonderful
Eliott creation.
You are both so lucky
and so clever.
It's too sick-making.
I'll make coffee.
Sorry.
No, there's nothing
to apologize for.
I like that.
Thank you.
Do you know,
I admire you.
Really?
You're trying to do
something with your life.
You...seem to know
what you want.
Is that what you think?
Always so assured
and confident.
And strong.
Not like me.
Oh, Daphne.
I know I've had a bit
too much champagne, but...
I do know what I'm saying.
Daphne...
Sometimes I don't know
where I am.
I just hide it well.
You must believe that.
I still envy you.
And what you've done.
I'm wasting my life.
I've never had to
fend for myself.
I've had everything given to me
and I've just taken it.
[Knocking]
EVANGELINE: I'll get it.
Things can change for you.
PIGGY: Hello!
BEATRICE: If you really
want them to.
Can they?
Hello, hello!
Ah.
Daphne.
Darling Piggy.
I'd better go.
Piggy, we could drop Daphne on
the way to the restaurant,
can't we?
Well, of course.
DAPHNE: No. No, no, no, no.
I should be fine.
I shall walk.
You can't walk
all the way home.
DAPHNE: I'm not
going home, dear.
I have nothing to do there
except get lectured by mummy.
I shall...go to
my favorite place,
the 25.
Home.
Well.
Shall we eat?
[Doorbell rings]
Oh.
It's you.
Piggy, do buck up.
You seem so
down in the mouth.
When Jack told me about your
little financial difficulty...
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, no, no.
I, uh...
I understand.
It's just that, well,
on New Year's Eve,
you discussed
the stock market
with a certain...
man of the world.
Well, he put everything
he had on one sure thing.
And sure enough,
the thing went plop-plop.
Will you believe I actually
wrote this check out for you?
Piggy, what are you doing?
I'm sorry, Bea,
but I'm broke.
Absolutely flat broke.
I expected Beatrice
to be here.
I hardly know
where to begin.
Evangeline...
Evie.
I appreciate my position
as your guardian is,
um -- is difficult,
for us both.
If sometimes I've upset you,
I didn't mean to.
I'd do anything
to make you happy.
Anything.
There is, after all,
so much that
a man in my position
can do for you.
Not only in legal
and practical matters.
Well, a guardian feels
a moral responsibility, too.
I try to use my greater
knowledge of the world
and its ways to --
to help you,
guide you.
[Laughs]
I -- I know that may sometimes
seem like interfering, Evie.
EVANGELINE: Arthur,
what are you
trying to say?
PIGGY: Can you ever forgive me
for raising your hopes?
I meant what I said,
it's just that,
I'm not only broke,
I owe money.
And what will you do?
Well...
I've always hated the city.
Family bullied me
into it.
Always wanted
to be an actor.
And I'm jolly well
going to be.
Can one just
become an actor?
Apparently.
Anyway, I've got this friend
that runs a rev
up in Birmingham,
and he's offered me a --
well, it's a very small part,
actually,
but it's in
"The Taming of the Shrew,"
the tailor.
One whole scene,
couple of laughs.
I think you might just be
very good at it.
Well, I shall of course go on to
bigger and better things.
Will you come with me,
Bea?
I don't mean marriage
and all that rot.
It's just we could have
so much fun together.
You know, living together,
maybe working together?
What do you say, Bea?
You're the nicest man
I've ever met.
But I don't love you.
Well, that isn't
strictly necessary.
I mean, you could be
wardrobe mistress.
And I couldn't leave Evie,
not now.
Not when we've
made such plans.
You do understand,
don't you?
You do forgive me?
Of course.
Arthur, we've been
working very hard.
I'm tired. What --
I could see to it that you
didn't have to work again.
Not work?
What do you mean?
Surely it's obvious.
You're very young.
I want you to marry me.
Please.
Please, Evie.
Marry me.
Never...
in a million years would
I marry you, Arthur.
I think it's best
if you leave.
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