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♪ When our heads

are bowed with woe ♪

♪ When our bitter tears

o'erflow ♪

♪ When we mourn the lost,

the dear ♪

♪ Gracious Son of Mary, hear ♪

♪ Thou our throbbing flesh

hast worn ♪

♪ Thou our mortal griefs

hast borne ♪

♪ Thou hast shed

the human tear ♪

♪ Gracious Son of Mary, hear ♪

Mr. Ranby, I'm Madge,

and this is Tilly.

We just wanted to say

we're --

Sorry?

You walk up to me

and say you're sorry?

You made her life a misery.

Do you know that?

You sent her to her grave.

Oh, please, we only meant to --

ALFRED:

Only meant to disobey her.

Only meant to defy her.

And that support you gave her.

I don't suppose

you even noticed, did you,

how she slaved for you.

At her wit's end, she was,

because of these two.

Please, Mr. Ranby,

couldn't we talk about this --

I have nothing to say to you!

Ask them what happened.

She felt responsible,

Florence did.

[ Sighs ]

You should have seen

the trouble she was having.

You should have noticed!

Hardworking, she was,

and as loyal as they come.

Wouldn't hear a word

against you,

and look where it got her.

[ Voice breaking ]

Just look where it got her.

- Evie, did he hurt you?

- No.

Oh, Bea, how awful.

Well, go on, then.

Uh, well, that was the one

that Florence was work--

So? Look.

Someone's got to finish

Mrs. Simmons' suit.

Oh, Betty, a little job for you.

Uh, it's just the sleeves.

They're a touch too long.

New length pinned ready.

See?

Poor Mr. Ranby.

I didn't mean Florence any harm.

Honest.

She was difficult, though,

wasn't she, Tilly?

It wasn't all our fault, was it?

It feels like it

now she's dead and gone.

I won't forget the look

on his face,

not as long as I live.

[ Door closes ]

JACK:

[ Whistling ]

[ Sighs ]

What? Sitting in the dark?

How did it go?

You make it sound like a scene

in one of your films, Jack.

It was a funeral.

How do you think it went?

It must have been

very unpleasant for you.

But Mr. Ranby's right, Jack.

We should have been more aware

of the difficulties

Florence was having.

No, I think we were aware,

really.

It just seemed easier

in the light of all

our other problems to ignore it

and just hope

they'd sort it out themselves.

Bea, you can't do everything.

The man was upset.

It's natural enough.

Try not to dwell on it, darling.

I'm surrounded by trouble

these days, Jack.

This business with Saroyan

is worrying me more and more

each day.

I know you don't like me

to talk about it, Jack,

but I don't know what to do.

Tell me to have a word

with Joseph.

Try and pin him down a bit

on these suspicions of his.

Well, Joseph's hardly

a fanciful man, Jack.

Something odd is going on.

Relax, Bea.

[ Sighs ]

It's late.

I'm tired.

I'm going to have a bath.

Either look where you're going

or go where you're looking.

Sorry, Mabel.

Cutting it a bit fine again,

Agnes.

Sorry.

Morning, ladies.

Madge, Tilly, would you come

through to my office, please?

Who's it gonna be, then, eh?

Taking Florence's place.

[ Spits ]

One of them two?

Or will they get someone else

in?

So, what we've proposed, Madge,

is to make you head

of both workrooms.

Oh, thank you, Miss Beatrice.

And to promote you, Tilly,

to head seamstress overall,

if you think you can cope.

Oh, I can now, Miss Bea.

I'm ever so much more sure

of myself...without Florence,

and I don't mean any disrespect

by that.

I know it was just her way.

She didn't mean me any harm.

No, we understand, Tilly,

but are you sure you can cope?

- I'm sure I can.

- EVIE: Good.

Well, that's settled, then.

- MADGE: Um...

- Yes, Madge?

It's not the workrooms

that's bothering me,

but there's no one to replace

Florence as cutter, is there?

Say what you like

about Florence,

but there's nobody here can cut

like she could.

It was an education

just to watch her.

And now we're doing

more tailored daywear

where we need someone that good.

Hmm, a trained tailor --

a cutter with couture experience

in one of the bigger houses,

perhaps.

If we're gonna build up the

daywear we do, Miss Beatrice.

Well, we'll make some inquiries,

but in the meantime...

We can manage.

Don't you worry.

Thank you both.

Oh, thank you,

Miss Bea and Miss Evie.

MADGE:

They were Florence's.

One has to be extremely careful

these days.

The gentlemen of the press

are becoming rather a nuisance.

Only last week, my husband

was caught suppressing a yawn

at Sarah Bellcroft's wedding.

Lady Elizabeth.

Evangeline.

Now, that's sitting much better,

isn't it?

- Yes, it feels better, too.

- Good.

Now, Alice was telling me

you wanted to see some designs

for autumn daywear.

Oh, oh, yes.

I wanted something plain --

almost casual --

in a light tweed, perhaps.

Well, let's see what we have.

[ Knock on door ]

Elizabeth,

oh, how lovely to see you.

Beatrice, oh, I can't tell you

how pleased I am

with the work

you're doing for me,

and Evangeline has been

showing me some delicious things

for the autumn.

Oh, good.

I am pleased.

Evangeline.

EVIE:

Hello.

- I've come to collect Elizabeth.

- Oh, of course.

Um, she's with my sister.

I'll just tell them you're here.

They know I'm here.

Oh.

Are -- Are you on your way

from the House?

Yes, yes.

A committee meeting

earlier this afternoon.

This must come

a poor second best

to taking tea on the terrace

overlooking the Thames,

especially on a day like this.

Now, I mustn't keep Alexander

waiting any longer,

but before I go, let me tell you

about Gwendoline.

She's married my cousin Teddy,

darling boy,

far too young to have taken on

a dukedom.

But she needs guidance,

Beatrice, with her wardrobe,

so I'm sending her to you.

Promise me you'll take

the greatest care of her.

Elizabeth, I would be delighted.

Thank you.

Looks to me exactly like

a drip sand castle.

Absolutely.

What looks like

a drip sand castle?

The Houses of Parliament,

Evangeline thinks.

Beatrice.

Oh, but they do.

How very apt.

It is the most bizarre building.

Have you ever been inside

the Palace of Westminster?

No, never.

ELIZABETH: Oh, but you should.

You'd love it.

Oh, I'd love to.

Maybe someday.

Alexander shall take you

on his guided tour.

He knows all its secrets.

Arrange it now, my dear,

or you'll forget to.

JACK:

Bea.

[ Clears throat ]

You ready?

For what?

Driving home.

[ Sighs ]

Goodness gracious.

Jack, this is a nightmare.

I have two bridesmaids.

One is 5'9" and skeletal.

The other one is built

like Humpty Dumpty.

If I'm not careful,

the Fortescue wedding

is going to look absurd.

I have to finish this.

It's going to take me some time.

You hadn't forgotten you were

going to talk to Joseph.

- No, but not today.

- Jack, you promised.

All right. All right.

Then I can finish this.

[ Sighs ]

There you go, sir.

I'm relieved, Mr. Maddox.

About what?

Knowing how Mr. Saroyan feels

about me.

Oh, I thought...

That I was going to dismiss you?

Far from it.

No, what I want to

talk to you about

is the basis of your accusations

against Ralph Saroyan.

We all have our theories,

but what we don't have is any

actual proof -- real evidence.

While I was working at the bank,

there was always a chance

I'd come upon

something of that nature,

but now...

So, all we have to go on

are your suspicions.

JOSEPH:

Mm.

Is anyone still working

for Saroyan

who might be able to help?

Not that I know of,

or no one I trust.

Mr. Saroyan is always

very careful in that respect.

That's why he got rid of me.

Quite so.

If there's anything I can do,

I'll do it.

The question is "What?"

Indeed.

Let's have the other half,

shall we?

- Morning.

A buttonhole, if I may.

- Would you do me the honor?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you. Martin.

Jack, how much longer

will this take?

For God's sake, Bea, do you

think I'm doing this for fun?

I am fixing the car

as quickly as I can.

Jack, I should be at my desk

by now.

No one is indispensable,

my dear.

The roof of the House of Eliott

is unlikely to fall in

just because you were

half an hour late for work.

I have an appointment

with Saroyan now.

Oh!

Where are you going?

To catch a bus.

[ Sighs ]

Ah, Mr. Saroyan, good morning.

And to you.

I'm afraid neither Miss Beatrice

nor Miss Evangeline is here yet.

Really?

ALICE: Miss Beatrice

is always here by this time.

I'm sure she will be

at any moment.

Would you care for a cup

of coffee while you wait?

Thank you.

[ Horn honks ]

Excellent coffee.

Thank you.

Tell me, do you enjoy

your work here, Miss...

It's missus...

ALICE: Burgoyne.

Alice Burgoyne.

And thank you, yes.

I'm very happy here.

And is fashion a passion

with you, too, Mrs. Burgoyne?

Hardly a passion.

I save that for my roses.

No...

We share an interest.

I've been a compulsive collector

of the rarer species

of tea rose for...

Well, it's too long now.

What did you think

of the show --

the Chelsea show this year?

I'm afraid I didn't see it.

I lost my husband recently,

you see,

and I haven't been about much

since.

Oh, indeed.

I'm, uh --

I'm sorry to hear that.

But life goes on, you know.

Life goes on.

Yes.

The Physic Garden, I think,

is my favorite.

Do you know it?

No.

RALPH: You should. You should.

It's quite beautiful.

Mrs. Burgoyne,

would you, I wonder,

care to dine with me

one evening?

An hour or two

over a pleasant meal.

We could discuss the relative

merits of the various hybrids,

compare remedies for black spot.

What do you say?

Thank you. I'd like to.

Mr. Saroyan,

I'm so sorry to be so late.

Perhaps you will come straight

through to my office.

If I may.

BEA:

Good morning, Alice.

ALICE:

Good morning, Miss Eliott.

BEA:

Thank you.

Jack had some trouble

with his motorcar.

Well?

They're all in order.

Then you'll concede

that my faith in Joseph

has not been misplaced.

- Please sit down.

- Thank you.

However, there is a great deal

of wastage.

Here, here, here, here.

Well, I've marked it

all the way through,

but what really astonishes me

and what is costing your firm

a considerable sum of money

each month

is that you are failing

to take advantage

of your 30-day credit terms.

In some cases,

you're paying on the invoice

rather than waiting

for the statement.

But if we owe them money --

Then you keep it

for as long as you can.

You allow it to earn interest

for us in our account,

rather than for them in theirs.

This is common practice,

I do assure you.

What you're doing at the moment

is naive, to say the least.

We have always paid our bills

on time.

Oh, indeed, but not always

at the time

most advantageous to us.

We take pride in being on

good terms with our suppliers.

Miss Eliott, they are not going

to think any the worse of you

for employing

proper business practice.

Quite the reverse.

They'll respect you for it.

Now, the procedure

is quite simple.

At the end of each month,

Mr. Wint will bring the checks

to my chief accountant's office.

I will countersign them,

and they will then be dispatched

on the appropriate dates.

I do not consider that

necessary.

Well, however, I do,

Miss Eliott,

so you will please instruct

Mr. Wint accordingly.

Thank you, Herbert.

I need kitting out completely.

Everything.

The Glorious Twelfth, the opera,

the races, the dances,

the cocktail parties.

Lady Montford suggested I put

myself entirely in your hands.

I like to think I know

what suits me,

but what suits me

might not be quite acceptable,

and now I must make certain

that I always look

absolutely correct for Teddy.

Edward. My husband.

The Duke of Bridgewater,

you see.

Oh!

But isn't this color divine?

But a bit on the bright side,

yes?

Uh...

I can tell by your faces.

I'm not stupid.

Well, I think perhaps

a softer shade

would be more flattering

to your skin tones.

And more acceptable.

The overall effect must be...

Of elegance --

restrained elegance.

Yes, but not --

EVIE:

Not too restrained.

[ Laughing ] No.

Miss Beatrice,

there's someone to see you.

It's Mr. Ranby.

He's in your office.

[ Clears throat ]

Please excuse me, your grace.

Oh.

Mr. Ranby.

Uh, these are for the two

young ladies, Miss Eliott --

Madge and Tilly --

with my humblest apologies

to them

and to you and your sister.

I shouldn't have spoken

like that the other day.

It was out of order.

Yes, well, we were all

very upset that day, Mr. Ranby.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Things might so easily

have been different, you see,

if only I'd listened to her.

Work was getting on top of her.

She wanted to leave,

and I persuaded her not to.

Still, there's no point

in going over it and over it.

I realize that.

It must be very difficult

for you, alone, without...

Without Florence?

Don't be afraid to say her name,

Miss Eliott.

People think it upsets me,

but I like to hear her name.

I'm managing, thank you.

Take it a day at a time,

like you're supposed to.

And my employers have been

very understanding.

I'm a tailor, you know.

They're a nice bunch

I work with.

It'll get easier as time passes.

Well, I should be going.

Florence is very much

missed here, too, you know.

She was appreciated

and respected.

[ Sighs ]

These belonged to her.

I thought perhaps...

Thank you.

Yes, respected, but not liked.

No.

She meant well, Miss Eliott.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Ranby.

Thank you for your

understanding, Miss Eliott.

- Goodbye.

[ Door closes ]

- How'd you get on?

- Poor man.

He was so ashamed

of his outburst the other day.

He asked me to apologize to you,

and he's brought these flowers

for Madge and Tilly.

Evie, did you know

he was a tailor?

I wondered whether he might make

a suitable cutter for us here.

Well, Bea, we don't know

anything about his work.

BEA:

That's true.

I doubt he'd have the kind of

experience in couture cutting

that we need.

And it might be difficult

for him here.

Too many memories, I daresay.

Oh, Bea, I shan't be here

this afternoon.

The Montford car is coming

to pick me up at 2:45.

Of course.

It's your Houses of Parliament

treat.

Is he going to give you tea

on the terrace?

- I shall insist on it.

- [ Chuckles ]

ALEXANDER:

The first Palace of Westminster

was occupied

by Edward the Confessor.

It was the official residence

of the sovereign

until Henry VIII helped himself

to Whitehall Palace.

After a fire, it was largely

restored by Richard II,

who was responsible

for the hammer-beam roof

in Westminster Hall.

Would you mind showing me

where Guy Fawkes hid

his barrels of gunpowder?

It was in the cellars under

the Old Palace Yard, wasn't it?

You don't need a guide,

Evangeline.

Tell me, what else do you know?

Oh, not much, I'm afraid.

Only that after the big fire

in 1834,

the architect

of the new building

was chosen by open competition.

Sir Charles Barry.

But he died before the

completion of the new building.

Charles lived to see

the official opening, though,

by Queen Victoria, of course.

In 1852.

Bravo.

This is one of

our committee rooms.

Is this where you work?

Sometimes.

How can you bear to be

in such a gloomy place?

Evie.

[ Door opens ]

Oh.

No, no.

Come on in, gentlemen.

We were -- We were just leaving.

[ Clears throat ]

Tea?

[ Chuckles ]

It could have been very

embarrassing for both clients,

but no harm came to either

in the end.

It was difficult

to keep a straight face.

Alice.

Alice, forgive me.

Don't you ever find it irksome,

working for those two

young women?

I mean, their knowledge of

haute couture beside your own,

it must pale

into insignificance.

[ Chuckles ]

In my opinion,

the Miss Eliotts are both

talented and hardworking.

I enjoy working for them.

Hardly professional, though.

A couple of green girls.

They're playing, playing

at being fashion designers.

You're loyal, sweet Alice.

"Sweet Alice,

whose hair was so brown.

Who blushed with delight

at the sight of your smile

and trembled with fear

at your frown."

Another brandy?

No. No, thank you.

It's getting rather late.

I think I should be going.

I think you should really go

for another brandy, my dear.

I really would like to go home

now, Ralph, please.

I've offended you?

How?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps I misunderstood you.

I thought we were to have dinner

tonight simply as friends.

I thought -- I believed

you understood my circumstances.

I-I'm not ready yet.

Sweet Alice, don't be hasty.

Don't be hasty.

Consider what I can offer you.

I don't wish to consider

anything of the sort.

If I've misled you in any way,

I apologize.

Thank you for dinner.

Good night.

Oh, uh, Betty,

the Duchess of Bridgewater

will be in in a tick

for a fitting

of her afternoon gown.

She needs it for Monday

without fail.

Take her through to

the fitting room, will you?

And, uh, girls, the duchess

is very friendly and that,

but remember your places,

please,

when you're attending to her.

Here, look.

She got a picture in today's

paper, her and her duke --

uh, Teddy.

TILLY:

Oh, love's young dream, eh?

Oh, look at that one

of Lord and Lady Montford!

She's wearing that Chinese silk

I did for her.

Oh, don't she look lovely?

I must get on.

Betty, don't be long

with that dress.

Oh! Oh! Oh, no!

Look at my flowers!

Oh, my God!

Here, help me, Sam.

Come on.

- You all right?

- Oh, dear.

What a shame.

Ta, madam.

Oh. Oh.

Here.

Oh, ta, Madam.

Very kind.

Here, I know you.

I've seen you on the stage.

You're Gwen Garland, aren't you?

Good morning!

There you are.

For you, and for you, Agnes.

Good morning, your grace.

Would you care to come this way,

please?

- [ Indistinct conversations ]

- Thank you.

All right. Come on.

That's it.

Uh, Betty, will you put them

in water?

The rest of you, back to work.

Oh, I must figure

where I'm going.

Well, where are you going?

Nowhere in particular.

Well, now,

there's a coincidence.

That's just where I'm headed.

We could go together.

What? You and me?

Yes, me and you.

Hey, fancy an ice-cream sundae?

Well, I don't know.

Of course you do,

a pretty girl like you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You like working at the House

of Eliott, then, do you?

How did you know I work there?

I saw you come out the door.

Oh.

And I saw the Duchess

of Bridgewater come out, too.

Yeah, well, you would have,

'cause we're doing

all her clothes this season.

She's ever so nice.

Not stuck up at all.

What's your job, then?

Mr. Eric Bulmer, reporter,

The Daily Messenger.

AGNES:

Oh.

ERIC:

I'm on the Society news column.

Fancy.

Well, come to think of it...

- Agnes.

- Yeah.

Come to think of it, Agnes,

you and I might be able to do a

little bit of business together.

What sort of business?

- Snippets.

- Snippets?

Yeah, this and that.

Tittle-tattle.

Gossip, if you like.

Information you pick up

in the course of your duties.

See what I mean?

- Oh, well, I don't know.

- ERIC: There's no harm in it.

It's innocent fun.

Absolutely confidential.

It's useful for me and a little

bit extra for you, right?

Give us a tingle anytime.

My number's on the card.

Got to go now.

[ Sighs ]

Bea, are you all right?

Yes, perfectly. Why?

You look a bit tired.

Meaning old. Meaning plain.

That's exactly

what I wanted to hear, Evie.

No. Meaning tired.

You haven't had a break in ages.

Why don't you and Jack take

this weekend at the cottage?

[ Sighs ]

There never seems to be any time

lately.

Either he's too busy, or I am.

You look a bit tired yourself,

Evie.

You could do

with some fresh air.

Me? No, I'm fine.

BEA:

You're right, Evie.

I do need a weekend away

from all of this.

No. I'm sorry, Mr. Saroyan.

We don't appear to have

an appointment for you.

It was booked in my name,

not his.

He's just going to, um...

Settle the account.

I see.

Then you must be Missus...

Nugent.

Mrs. Maria Nugent.

Please take a seat, Mrs. Nugent.

I'll just see

if a fitter is free.

She's to have the best,

Mrs. Burgoyne.

The very best.

ALICE:

Of course, Mr. Saroyan.

Alice, what's the matter?

Hello, Jack.

Hey.

How's the story coming along?

Slowly.

Supper's ready.

I shan't be a moment.

Good.

Jack, do you know how long it is

since we went to the cottage?

Jack, are you listening to me?

Sorry.

There. I'm all yours.

I want to go to the cottage

this weekend, just us,

away from everything.

We can't. Not this weekend.

We've got to meet up

with some backers

at a House party in Kent.

Franz Kline and his wife

are gonna be there.

A working House party.

You talk business with Kline

while I amuse his wife?

Wonderful!

And now you're cross.

[ Sighs ]

I, uh -- I was thinking

about your business

with Ralph Saroyan.

Oh?

You see, now that Joseph has

access to the bank's premises

and knowing its layout as he

does, I thought that perhaps...

Just an idea.

Happy with it?

I'm over the moon, Miss Eliott,

and Teddy will simply love it.

Good.

I'm glad you're pleased with it.

Now, if you excuse me,

your grace.

I'd never have thought of

wearing this color, you know,

and you're right.

It does suit me.

It looks what Harry Westerfeldt

would call "dandy."

Do you know Harry at all,

Miss Eliott?

Um, no.

No! He's an American, of course.

He's from the South.

He speaks

with this delicious drawl.

- [ Telephone rings ]

- Excuse me.

His parents have taken

Flaxton Manor for the summer.

They throw the wildest parties.

The things I could tell you.

Last week, after dancing

till 3:00 in the morning,

someone suggested we should go

on the lake in punts,

so we did.

Harry and me in one, Teddy and

Eustacia Murdoch in another.

Then Harry insisted we land

on this tiny island!

It was right

in the middle of the lake.

Sorry.

Could you stand still, please?

Sorry.

Um, I think we could have

some tassel beading here.

Agnes, could you fetch me

some samples? Thank you.

Just a touch more emphasis,

I think.

Teddy said "no" because it was

getting rather chilly.

He can be very strict, Teddy.

The gamekeeper had seen them

waving from the jetty

and had rode out to rescue them.

Harry's excuse was that the punt

had slipped its moorings

and drifted off.

Well, it makes a change

from running out of petrol

in a motorcar, I suppose.

But, oh, dear,

what an adventure.

What a scandal!

So romantic.

Don't you think, Agnes?

All night,

marooned in a boathouse

with Harry Westerfeldt.

[ Giggles ]

Oh, jumping the gun a bit,

aren't you, Agnes?

It's only 5 to, you know.

Oh, well, I'm in a hurry.

BETTY:

Yeah, we noticed.

Hey, Betty, how do you work

them telephone things?

Oh, it's very easy.

They tell you

when to put your money in,

and then you turn the disk thing

at the side.

And who you gonna ring up, then,

Agnes, eh?

JOSEPH:

With regards to loans,

Saroyan has got

the House of Eliott

and a few other companies, too,

on a legal technicality,

taking advantage of his greater

knowledge of banking procedures.

It's these phantom companies

of his.

That's where

he's outside the law.

But we need the evidence.

There's a vault

next to Saroyan's office.

My guess is that's where

we'll find our evidence.

I know where there's a spare key

to that vault,

and it's gone missing,

hasn't it?

You're a good man, Joseph.

But you must be careful.

I don't want you to take

any risks.

I'm no hero, Mr. Maddox,

and I'm not enjoying this,

but I am determined

to get to the bottom of it.

AGNES: All night, she sat alone

with this rich American.

Uh, Wester-something,

he's called. Harry --

Westerfeldt.

Harry Westerfeldt.

Yeah, that was it.

Marooned, they were,

all night long,

just him and her

in the middle of some lake.

He did it on purpose she said.

Just let the punt drift away,

and at breakfast,

everyone went cross.

I'll bet they were, Agnes,

you little beauty.

You've heard of

the Westerfeldts, haven't you?

They're only the society story

of the decade.

We knew there was

a scandal brewing,

only no one could discover

who the lady was.

Yeah.

Been watching half a dozen

possibles for weeks.

You stay right where you are,

my lovely.

Buy yourself another cake.

Give me half an hour,

and I'll be back for you,

and I'll give you the best night

out you ever had in your life.

Just you and me, eh, Agnes?

Just you...

And me.

Yeah.

[ Knock on door ]

Ah, Evie.

Have I missed Bea?

Um, yes.

She left about half an hour ago.

Is this one of the prints

Alexander gave you?

Yes.

May I?

You know, I think

you should tell me about it.

Tell you about what, Jack?

About you and Alexander.

There's nothing to tell.

Oh, dear.

Poor old Evie.

Jack, I like Alexander.

He's a very charming man.

JACK:

You know that's not what I mean.

You're all he talks about,

you know, whenever we meet.

I can't stop thinking about him.

Is it my fault that I can't stop

thinking about him?

I know I must.

I have to.

I simply have to.

It's impossible, Jack.

I know.

I know it's hard to deny

your feelings.

I'm not naive.

I understand this situation.

I know what I should do.

If I was to ask your advice...

Don't.

I wouldn't give it to you

even if you did.

Of course not.

I am lucky to have

a brother-in-law like you, Jack.

So, where are you gonna put

these prints?

Come on, then.

Give us a see, then, Madge.

Wait your turn, Betty.

Don't push.

Where's your manners?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

"Speculation has ended as to

the identity of the lucky lady

who has won the heart of Texan

playboy Harry Westerfeldt Jr.,

who, in Europe for the season

with his parents,

Wilma and Harry Sr.,

has hosted some of

the most extravagant events

of the summer calendar."

[ Murmuring ]

"A reliable source

confirmed yesterday

that Gwendoline,

Duchess of Bridgewater,

spent a romantic night on

an island in the lake at Flaxton

after a lively party

at the manor last weekend.

The duchess had only recently

married Edward,

Ninth Duke of Bridgewater,

and is probably better known

to our readers

as Gwen Garland, star of many

musical comedy successes."

[ Gasps ]

Well, I'll be blowed.

Look at that picture.

That's the House of Eliott

she's going into.

Can you believe it?

The House of Eliott on the front

page of The Daily Messenger.

- It wasn't her, though.

- What wasn't her?

That wasn't her.

Do you remember that story

the duchess told us?

It was another girl.

It was Eustacia something.

She's the one that got stuck

on the island

with Harry...

whatever his name was.

Our duchess went back

to the house with the duke

'cause it was getting

rather chilly.

Do you remember?

MADGE: Oh, there will be

some fur flying now, all right.

Oh, look.

It says here, "The Duke of

Bridgewater was, this morning,

unavailable for comment."

Well, I bet he was.

[ Chuckles ]

Look, reporters.

[ Gasps ]

No peeking, ladies.

Come on.

Get back to work.

Chop-chop.

Them lot down there

would just love that.

Come on, Agnes.

Don't just stand there.

Get moving.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Have you any comment

on the Bridgewater affair?

Any comment, please,

on the Harry Westerfeldt affair?

I have nothing to say to you,

and, no, you do not have

my permission

to take my photograph.

If you misquote me

or print lies about me,

my solicitors

will deal with you,

as they are at this moment

dealing with the editor

of The Daily Messenger.

- Your grace.

- You've seen this, I suppose.

No, I haven't.

Your grace, I can assure you --

Assure me?!

How can you assure me

of anything?

There must have been

a mistake made here.

There certainly must be.

It says here, "A reliable source

from within

a well-known establishment

currently patronized

by Gwendoline,

Duchess of Bridgewater."

Yes.

Perhaps it was some other house.

No!

There's a photograph

of this building,

of me entering your door.

They're scandalmongers,

these reporters.

They're determined to tear

my reputation to shreds.

They've been watching me

ever since my marriage,

waiting for me

to put a foot wrong,

prepared to ruin my life for

a story that isn't even true!

But that story,

inaccurate as it is,

originated in this building --

in your fitting room.

We will, of course, do

everything we can to find out

which member of our staff

has been so...

Indiscrete.

Has that person any idea of

the harm they've done to me

and, indeed, to you?

I trusted you.

I thought

I was amongst friends here.

Your grace, I...

It may surprise you in

the circumstances, Miss Eliott,

to learn that mine

was a love match.

I haven't realized how much

my life would have to change.

I suppose I thought I could

just go on being Gwen Garland

and have all the advantages

of my grand marriage, too.

How wrong I was.

I must become watchful,

guarded, suspicious.

[ Sighs ]

You realize, of course,

I can no longer patronize

the House of Eliott.

Any further communications

will be conducted

through our solicitors.

Goodbye, Miss Eliott,

Miss Eliott.

Why should she?

Why should she have to change

herself into somebody else

just to please society?

"A reliable source from within

a well-known fashion house."

Evie, who else heard that story?

Tilly was in the room.

Well, it wouldn't be Tilly.

She's got far too much sense.

And Agnes.

Agnes.

Ohh.

Madge, would you ask Agnes

to come through to my office,

please?

Immediately.

[ Sighs ]

Sit down, Agnes.

BEA:

Agnes, do you know anything

about this business

with the Duchess of Bridgewater?

Did you say anything to anybody?

Um...

Well, um, he, Eric --

Eric.

He's a reporter, miss.

Have you been gossiping

about our clients to a reporter?

He said there was no harm in it.

Agnes, surely,

you must have realized --

"Just a bit of fun," he said.

Um, snippets of news, things

people like to read about.

I didn't think, did I?

And then I got it all wrong.

I'm sorry, and I just wish --

Yes, we all wish that, Agnes.

What will happen now, miss?

Agnes, you shall go

and tidy yourself.

Yes, miss.

Then we shall go

to the duchess' solicitors,

where you will tell them very

calmly exactly what happened,

what you heard,

and what you thought you heard.

I can't, miss.

You can, Agnes, and you will.

Ah, Wint.

Brought us some checks,

have you?

BEA:

Agnes will have to go.

I simply can't trust her

anymore.

She was very foolish,

and she didn't even realize it.

You have no choice.

Jack, I thought Evie and I might

go to the cottage this weekend,

as you're so busy.

She needs the fresh air,

and you don't really need me at

this House party thing, do you?

I do. They're expecting you.

I'm counting on you to help me

with the Klines.

If he invests in the film,

other will follow suit.

If he doesn't,

it simply won't be made.

Darling, you're so good

with people like him.

If you can't persuade him,

nobody can.

All right,

if you really want me to.

I do.

Evie could still go,

couldn't she?

By herself?

Why not?

BEA:

Well, I'll suggest it to her.

Jack, I forgot.

Joseph asked me

to give you this.

What is it?

I don't know.

Jack, has Joseph

found something?

That's what I'm gonna find out.

I might just catch Alexander

at his club.

Eric.

They're gonna sack me.

I know it.

Join the club.

Got my cards last night.

I'm sorry.

Come for a walk in the park.

Share our woes.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Agnes not back yet?

- No.

Well, when she does come in,

tell her Miss Beatrice

and Miss Evie

want to see her immediately.

Well, it won't surprise me

if she didn't come back at all.

She knows what's waiting for

her, the poor little thing.

Should have thought of that

before.

BETTY:

Agnes?

[ Sobs ]

Oh, Agnes.

Oh.

No, I don't want to go

to the police.

Please, please don't make me,

Miss Bea, Miss Evie.

After all, it was all my fault.

Agnes, that is nonsense.

He had no right to do

what he did.

I don't blame him. Honest.

He lost his job 'cause of me.

Deserved a good hiding,

like I deserve the sack.

[ Door opens ]

Miss Bea, taxi's waiting.

Take her home, Tilly,

and stay with her

as long as she needs you.

Yes, miss.

Come on.

Poor, stupid girl.

Well, we can't dismiss her,

Evie.

Not after that beating.

Of course we can't.

[ Sighs ]

What a week it's been.

Never mind.

In a couple of hours,

this will all be behind us.

Oh, Evie, I forgot.

I can't go to the cottage

this weekend.

Jack needs me at this party,

and I promised I'd go.

And now I've let you down.

You could still go

to the cottage, though.

Alone?

BEA:

Why not?

[ Owl hoots ]

[ Humming ]

[ Owl hoots ]

[ Rustling ]

[ Knock on door ]

Who is it?

ALEXANDER:

Evie.

Don't send me away.

Please don't send me away.

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