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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?

โ™ช Should old acquaintance โ™ช --

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]

โ™ช And never brought to mind โ™ช

โ™ช Should old acquaintance

be forgot โ™ช

โ™ช For the sake

of auld lang syne โ™ช

โ™ช For auld lang syne,

my dear โ™ช

โ™ช For auld lang syne โ™ช

โ™ช We'll take a cup

of kindness yet โ™ช

โ™ช For the sake of

auld lang syne โ™ช

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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