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[ Horn honking ]

The remainder of the equipment's

on its way from the dockside.

[ Hammer pounding ]

LARRY:

First thing Monday morning.

Ah! Ladies.

That was Mr. Joe Jones.

I offered him the post

of workshop foreman,

and I'm happy to say

that he's accepted.

Now, as regards

to the women I've engaged,

I have a list here.

Oh, excuse me.

- Thank you.

- Sir.

It would have been preferable,

Mr. Cotter,

if you could have let us know

of your intentions

regarding Mr. Jones.

Well, we needed a foreman.

Nonetheless, I'd appreciate

being consulted in the future.

Of course. I-I didn't mean

to tread on your toes.

Uh, a misunderstanding.

On both sides.

Now, ladies, uh,

regarding these machinists --

experienced women,

every one of them.

Working conditions drawn up

as you wanted.

The terms of employment

are more than satisfactory.

Above average.

33 shillings for a 48-hour week?

Mr. Wint here

knows his business, all right.

Don't worry, Miss Eliott.

Those girls'll be

the happiest in London.

Thank you, Mr. Cotter.

Oh, here.

Tilly, let me.

Oh, thanks, Charles.

There you are.

- Hup!

- [ Laughs ]

- Oh, you must be excited.

- And scared.

Yeah, well,

we're gonna miss you.

[ Laughs ]

Who's gonna be next, then?

- Not likely.

- [ Chuckles ]

Do you like babies,

Mr. Charles?

Clara does.

Does she plan to have many,

then?

Maybe.

They do say that those

that come from large families

do tend to have large families.

- Good night, ladies.

- Good night.

I suppose you're off out again

with Clara tonight?

If there's something

good on at the flicks.

All right for some, eh?

What's your fiancée's

favorite films, Charles?

Oh, well, she likes romances.

She particularly liked

"Son of the Sheik."

AGNES:

Oh, now, that was lovely.

- Night.

Oi.

You must think I'm daft.

You went to see

"Son of the Sheik" on your own.

Romance.

This whole story's a romance,

Charles Quance.

You haven't got a fiancée.

What do you mean?

You told me

Clara was an only child.

Then you said she came

from a big family.

Why'd you do it?

You don't strike me as the sort

that'd tell lies.

It -- It made me

feel safer somehow.

I invented her because, well,

it all got out of hand.

You're right there.

Well, you're gonna have to

confess sooner or later.

You know that.

You won't let on,

will you, Madge?

- [ Knock on door ]

- KATYA: Hello.

Are you enjoying the novel?

This is very good.

I write the hard words

as you tell me.

See?

Hmm.

Perhaps this will help.

Ah!

Now I speak good English.

Thank you.

I'm sure you will.

And I'll help you learn.

You are kind to me --

you and Mrs. Wint.

Not at all.

- This arrived for you.

- Ah.

""Immee-grat-eye-on' department.

This regard to 'cor-on...""

[ Sighs ]

I cannot understand.

"...coroner's inquest

and subsequent registration

of death.

We are unable to trace

an entrance visa

or resident alien's permit

for the late Mr. Nathan Beletsky

or for Miss Katerina Beletsky."

What it mean?

Well, take good care

of yourself.

- I will.

- And the baby.

[ Sighs ]

You are so lucky, you and Jack.

Yes.

You have so much

to look forward to.

[ Sighs ]

Welcome home.

Here.

Let me help you with that.

Jack, don't fuss.

I'll make us some tea.

[ Water running ]

Another article?

It's about

Albert Howell's accident.

I'm beginning to realize

that journalism

has certain advantages.

I don't think even I could

entice the public to a film

about an industrial accident,

whereas newspapers thrive

on this sort of thing.

You haven't given up making

films altogether, have you?

I don't think I could go back

to churning out comedies

and romances.

Apparently that is all people

are interested in these days.

This work

seems more worthwhile somehow.

- Jack.

- Mm-hmm?

What's wrong?

I know how much this baby

means to you.

- To me?

- To us.

But I must be sure.

You wouldn't ask me back because

it's the right thing to do.

It is me you want, isn't it?

Surely you know by now.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

[ Rings ]

[ Door opens ]

Hello.

Uh, am I disturbing you?

- DANIEL: Yes.

- Sorry.

I just thought you might like to

hear the good news.

I sold

your "Woman in the Shade."

Thanks.

You got a good price.

The client got the bargain.

What are you working on now?

I was just finishing something.

Striking.

It's very different

from your other work.

DANIEL:

I should hope so.

What would be the point of

turning out the same old stuff?

This gives me the freedom

to progress.

I can see that.

DANIEL:

It's purely an experiment.

I'm trying to convey emotions

in as direct a way as possible.

Passion.

This one's passion.

You're more perceptive

than I realize.

Maybe your work communicates

more than you realize.

Can I take one or two of these?

I might be able to sell them.

But not this one.

I'm sorry to bother you

with this, Miss Eliott,

but the Home Office is making

inquiries as to her status.

I see.

I wonder whether...

I'm at a loss

to know what to do.

I thought perhaps Mr. Maddox

might be willing to assist.

- [ Door closes ]

- I'm sure he will.

Miles!

I shall speak to him

this evening.

Thank you, Miss Eliott.

- Hello.

- BEA: Hello.

- [ Door closes ]

- We've set these up for you.

Oh.

I'm working here today, am I?

If you don't mind.

You shan't be disturbed.

I do apologize, moving you

around from office to office.

Please, Beatrice, I really

don't mind where I work.

Thank you.

- [ Door closes ]

- BEA: Wednesday, 2:00.

WOMAN: Mm.

That'll be splendid.

Anne.

- How are you?

- Evangeline!

Oh!

- How divine you look!

- Thank you.

What have you got there?

Well, we're sponsoring

the artist.

Oh.

Oh.

These are superb.

[ Gasps ]

- So vigorous.

- Mm-hmm.

- Who is he?

- His name's Daniel Page.

A wise investment, my dear.

Talent like that

cannot be taught.

We're also assisting the artist

who did these.

ANNE: Exquisite.

[ Door opens ]

Anne, I would like you to meet

Miles Bannister.

Miles, this is

Mrs. Anne Beaumont.

Darling boy, I'm already a fan.

Anne has been admiring

your illustrations in reception.

Oh.

Well, thank you.

Wherever did you find him?

EVIE: [ Laughs ]

Thank you, Miles.

So, Anne, how is business?

Oh, most satisfactory,

thank you.

You must come and dine with me

as soon as possible.

How would Saturday evening

suit you?

We'd be delighted.

Good.

Thank you, Mr. Wint.

- Have a pleasant weekend, Madge.

- Thank you.

You too, Tilly.

Oh, say hello to Mrs. Wint

for me.

I will.

Was there something, Betty?

Yeah.

It's private.

I don't like asking,

but the thing is,

can I have a sub?

But you've just collected

your wages.

I know, but if I could have

something on account

off next week's,

I'd pay it back

a bit at a time, like.

You know I can't give you

an advance

on money

you haven't earned yet.

I'd like to help you,

but borrowing money

will only get you into debt.

Checking the chits

is the head clerk's job, really,

but Mr. Simmons lets me do it

'cause he likes the job

well done.

I always double-check

the figures.

Hey, "The Kid Brother's" on

down the picture palace tonight.

You know, Harold Lloyd.

Do you fancy going?

Young Walters

was in a right state today.

He came to me for help.

Just shows you, there's merit

in always being careful.

Um, Gerry,

we haven't been out for weeks.

Charles Quance says

it's his best yet.

- Gerry!

- What?!

Look, I don't want to go

to the pictures.

What about our day off, then?

Do you fancy doing something

for a change?

We can visit Tilly and Norman.

Maybe next Sunday.

I suppose.

You'll come?

It's all right.

[ Woman laughs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Gasps ] Oh.

[ Laughs ]

Now, this is something special.

Is the sculptor

one of your protégés?

Oh, yes.

I found him painting the ceiling

at the Vatican.

[ Laughter ]

Thank you, Sanders.

You may serve.

[ Laughs ]

I have to warn you, Anne,

that your reputation

as a champion of young artists

is in jeopardy.

All the new talent

is being rooted out

by the House of Eliott.

You do seem to have struck gold,

my dears.

I was very taken with the work

of your two young men.

Yes, Evie and I are convinced

that Daniel and Miles have

a great future ahead of them.

Such a shame, though, that their

work is seen by so few people --

only those

who come to the House of Eliott.

It has little chance

of gaining public attention.

- Oh, that is sad.

- But not exceptional.

But, then, you must have

encountered this

many times yourself.

Oh, I have indeed.

Perhaps we could mount

an exhibition

at the Gallery Beaumont.

How about a private view?

That might be rather fun.

What a splendid idea.

[ Laughter ]

Well, that's very generous

of you, Anne.

Oh, not at all.

We might discuss commission

on sales.

Of course.

This looks heavenly.

I just bought my chef

a refrigerator.

He's getting

rather carried away.

MADGE:

"Ready-to-wear," indeed.

What do you expect

for five guineas?

Well, I expect both sleeves

to be the same length,

for one thing.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

- [ Knock on door ]

- Yes, Madge?

The first samples are set up

like we said, Miss Bea.

- Oh, good.

- You better come and see.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cotter,

this just isn't good enough!

- Well, what's wrong with it?

- What's wrong with it?

The pattern hasn't even

been matched at the seam!

- This is inexcusable!

- I'd reject the lot.

This --

Well, this is just a case

of the clamp spreaders

not being properly adjusted.

That's all. It's not

a major problem, by any means.

Well, I'm glad you think so.

Mr. Cotter's right.

This is just the first step.

So let's not get things

out of proportion.

Why not?

Some of these frocks is.

Thank you, Madge.

And Grace.

The fabric

wasn't held tight enough,

so some of the layers

got moved around a bit.

That would account for

the different-size pieces.

An expensive mistake.

And most regrettable,

but nothing

that cannot be put right.

No more problems in the future,

I'm certain.

House of Eliott clients

are accustomed to couture.

And that,

if you don't mind me saying so,

is the source

of your unhappiness --

looking for a couture product.

This isn't couture!

Your ready-to-wear customer

isn't looking for perfection.

Nevertheless,

we can do better than this!

More attention paid here,

for example.

The stitching's crooked!

Surely it's not too much

to ask machinists

to sew in a straight line!

They can in America!

Miss Eliott,

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you my undertaking

that from now on

all goods will be

personally inspected by me.

How's that?

BEA:

It might be an idea

to send Madge and Grace

over to Bayswater

to check on quality control,

avoid wasting any more material.

- [ Clears throat ]

- Miles, I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to ask you

to move elsewhere,

if you don't mind.

EVIE: Uh, the small

fitting room's free, Miles.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Bea, I've just had an idea.

- Hmm?

Why don't I move out

of the flat?

Move out? Why?

Well, we need more space.

We could convert the whole

of the top floor to offices

for Joseph, Grace, and Miles.

Just the man

I've been looking for!

- Samuel, how are you?

- I'm fine.

Do you know I liked that piece

of yours in the Messenger,

but why on earth didn't you

give it to me, eh?

I could have used it.

What's this?

"Aliens Registration Act."

[ Sighs ]

Another of your good causes.

It's an inquiry

on behalf of a friend.

Do you know anything at all

about this chappie?

"Archibald Lovat.

A Living Wage:

The New Solution."

No. Should I?

Aye. Aye.

I think you should.

JACK:

"Lecture. All welcome."

And that includes you, Jack.

Suit you down to the ground.

Welfare of the laboring masses.

Think about it.

Could make

an interesting article.

900 words.

The usual rate?

Aye.

LARRY: You see, Miss Keeble?

Nothing to worry about.

GRACE: I'd say you've done this

very well, Mr. Cotter.

Excuse me.

May I have a look at that,

please?

Well, it's a lot better.

There's too many threads hanging

for my liking.

And this pocket

isn't quite straight.

Miss Keeble here is happy about

it, and she is the designer.

Thank you, Mr. Cotter.

I'm afraid the amendment to

the Aliens Act doesn't help us.

And without a passport...

At worst, you could be

prosecuted and deported.

Oh, it won't come to that,

Katya, I'm sure.

But you say

everything all right.

I'll write to Berlin,

gather as much information

as I can from that end.

I suggest we make

an immediate application

for temporary residency.

- Is that possible?

- I don't see why not.

Don't worry, Katya.

We'll get this sorted out.

[ Organ music playing ]

Ooh, let's get something

to take with us to Tilly.

She's got a real sweet tooth

at the moment.

Um...

Well, those peppermint sticks

look nice.

Some almond toffee.

Um...

Oh, what do you think, Gerry?

Oh, get whatever you want.

Um, I'll have half a pound of

those wrapped toffees, please.

What's wrong with you?

I said I'd do some overtime.

When? Not today.

Don't start now.

I'd no choice.

Besides, we need the money.

Well, what do you expect me

to say?

Twopence, please.

This is the limit, Gerry.

There's nothing to stop you

going on your own.

They're expecting us both!

[ Knock on door ]

We were beginning

to get worried about you.

Where's Gerry?

Madge?

Here.

Let me take those.

You're a good man, Norman.

Not like some I could mention.

- Is Gerry all right?

- Oh, he's all right.

He's gone to work.

Can you credit it?

Lord knows

I've tried to fathom that man.

It don't matter, Madge.

But I don't like to see you

let down.

We're not let down,

'cause you're here, ain't ya?

Come on in.

Anyway, I've had it up to here

with his trains

and his timetables --

this running two minutes late

and that running

one minute early.

Something smells good.

Oh, it's, um, braised mutton,

due to arrive in our stomachs

at 2:16

without any further delays.

It'll go down a treat.

Oh, it must be great

being married to a chef.

I never know

what I'm gonna sit down to next.

[ Laughs ]

Here. You can try

some of my rock cakes later on.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Come in.

[ Gasps ]

What a lovely little crib!

- Norman made it.

- Oh!

- And I stitched all this.

- It's lovely!

Hey, but, uh, it's a bit bare

in here, ain't it?

But you got to be careful

with the baby.

We scrubbed down the walls.

- What?!

- You got to nowadays.

No wonder you've been so tired!

It's high time

you eased up a bit.

I'm gonna be all right.

Never knew there was so much

to think about with a baby.

How will you get by

once you stop work?

Well, we've done our sums.

We should be able to manage.

Yeah, and Miss Bea's

been ever so kind.

She gave me

an extra two weeks' wages,

so I'll be paid

to up until the baby's born.

Yeah.

Not long to go now.

[ Laughs ]

This area's best,

don't you think?

DANIEL: Yes.

Yes, you're right.

And we can put the light

paintings in a row along here.

Now, I can arrange

a private view

for Wednesday the 24th of June,

with the exhibition

from the 25th

through to the 7th of July.

I've made out a guest list.

Heavens.

[ Gasps ]

A prestigious event is exactly

what your career needs, my boy.

Take it from me.

I've, um, spoken to George Holt.

He's absolutely thrilled.

Miles and some of

the other students

are busy preparing work.

They should be

calling 'round soon too.

Thank you

for this wonderful opportunity.

Hmm?

Oh. Oh, yes.

I can't tell you what it means

to have your support.

Without people like you,

where would art be today?

Agnes, may I?

Thank you.

EVIE:

[ Clears throat ]

- Well, that's better.

- Yeah.

Customers won't check

every last stitch.

A machine could do all that.

There is enough

machine stitching

on this as it is, thank you.

Suit yourself.

Hurry along, Agnes.

Excuse me, Miss Evie.

Now let's see the others.

Oh, Evie. We're not

gonna be ready on time.

There's still so much

to be done.

Well, I think so.

Of course,

once you've had the baby,

we may have to delegate.

Evie!

[ Chuckles ] Yes, that's right.

I'm pregnant.

[ Gasping, laughter ]

Well, I never.

Why should we tolerate

10% unemployment?!

A living wage is possible

for each and every one of us.

Thank you, everyone.

Thank you very much.

Now, if anyone has a question?

WOMAN: Yes.

You've been calling

for widespread

social

and economic intervention

to combat unemployment

and poverty.

But won't that make many of us

worse off?

I think you misunderstand

my point.

No, I don't!

What I meant was,

aren't you simply advocating

a-a Robin Hood policy

of taking from the rich

and giving to the poor?

The nation's wealth

will be shared, madam.

[Applause ]

And wasn't Robin Hood a hero?

[ Laughter ]

You -- You suggest

that the government

be forced into action,

that your ideas become law.

Why not employ persuasion,

using examples of good employers

to show that

the benefits can be felt

by both employers and employees?

When, may I ask, did you last

meet a businessman

who voluntarily surrendered

part of his profits?

How many model employers

have you met recently?

[Applause ]

A most stimulating lecture,

Mr. Lovat.

I'm glad you found it so,

Mister, uh --

Maddox. Jack Maddox.

This is my wife, Beatrice.

How do you do?

You raise a lot of

thought-provoking points.

My editor would be interested

in a profile.

Would you agree

to do an interview?

- Certainly.

- Good.

And the private view

is later this month, you say?

Indeed.

Hmm.

I think it's a trifle generous.

There.

That's better.

Otherwise, it makes me look

as though I'm sagging.

The bodice is designed to be

loose, Mrs. Gourlay Hamilton.

We'll let Tilly see

if she can adjust it

more to your satisfaction.

It's all very well to patronize

impoverished artists,

but one cannot be too careful

these days.

It's all too easy

to be taken advantage of.

One must always beware.

- Well, the finishing touch.

- Mm.

Oh, I say.

That's much better.

But doesn't this hat

rather drain my complexion?

- Good luck, Tilly.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye.

- Bye-bye.

- All the very best, Tilly.

- Thanks, Mr. Wint.

MADGE:

You put your feet up, mind.

Once the baby arrives, you won't

have a moment to yourself.

You won't forget us, will you?

Well, I couldn't forget you,

could I?

Not ever.

I'll be back

to see how you're all doing.

You see if I don't.

Good luck, Tilly.

Take care.

Oh, you too, Miss Bea.

And don't forget what I said

about the raspberry-leaf tea,

'cause it keeps

your system fresh.

Yes, I'll be sure

to remember that.

Will you remember what I said?

If you want to

return to work, then --

Thanks, but me and Norman, we're

old-fashioned about babies.

I'll see you soon.

- See you Monday, Miss Bea.

- Okay, Madge.

You will let us know

when it's born, won't you?

[ Laughing ] Of course I will.

- All right. Bye.

- [ Laughs ]

Just in time, it seems.

Tilly, best of luck.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Well, keep in touch.

You will come and see me?

Of course we will.

Thank you so much.

Bye-bye.

- Good luck, Tilly.

- [ Door closes ]

Oh, Bea, I found a flat.

Where?

EVIE:

Here, in Chelsea.

All this space.

7:00, and it's still

flooded with light.

Daniel will be so jealous.

Oh, it's a wonderful find.

Come to think of it,

you'll be needing a bigger place

yourself soon, won't you?

We ought to be getting back.

I have to go through

those new orders.

You're not planning

on working late again?

Bea, it can't be good for you.

Thank you, nanny.

[ Both laugh ]

[ March plays ]

DANIEL: Evie?

[ Gasps ]

Ah, looks like

you have the first go, Miles.

Ha!

- Who's got the beer?

- Ta-da!

- We ready?

- Yeah!

Cast off, matey!

Oh, here.

Let me take that.

Don't be silly.

You go sit down.

I'll go make us

a nice cup of tea.

What time

do you got to be at work?

Not till 2:00.

Norman!

[ Cup shatters ]

[ Gasps ]

Are you accusing me of laziness?

If you were,

I might just do...this.

[ Laughs ]

EVIE: I didn't say

you should be working.

I only wanted to know if you'd

be ready for the exhibition.

Yeah, there's no need to worry

about that.

Really?

I've done a lot of work

in the last few weeks.

If you need any help

setting up at the gallery,

I could arrive early.

Wouldn't mind.

Thanks.

[ Door opens ]

Shoo!

Go on, out.

I'll call you when we're ready.

Sheep.

Don't be long, then.

She's worn out.

Tilly?

Tilly?

Listen, everybody!

Tilly's had her baby!

[ Cheering ]

She's had a little boy.

She had it yesterday evening,

about 5:00.

He weighs 6 pounds, 6 ounces,

and both mother and baby

are doing well.

- Ohh!

CHARLES: Have they thought

of a name yet?

MADGE:

I don't think they have.

Betty, what's wrong?

I can see something's up.

I won't tell anyone.

It's my Stanley.

He's been sent down.

10 years he got,

and he didn't do nothing wrong!

10 years.

What am I gonna do now?

[ Women laughing ]

Standards must be regulated.

Otherwise, what incentive

do employers have to change?

A man I know

had an accident at work

due entirely to the lack

of safety precautions

by the subcontractor.

This man is now maimed for life,

and yet his employer

got off scot-free.

I hear this kind of story

almost daily.

He should surely be entitled

to some kind

of financial compensation.

Concern for individuals

is all well and good.

But the entire system

must be changed!

We tried laissez-faire.

That doesn't work.

Public regulation of all

our great national industries.

And we must get people

back in regular employment.

I hope this article of yours

will help communicate

my theories to a wider audience.

This policy must be given

serious consideration.

Otherwise, I'm afraid

there is no change in sight.

I do apologize, Mr. Lovat.

I didn't intend to take up

so much of your time.

It's been a pleasure.

Bear in mind

the remark of Mr. Keynes.

"The true voice of the new

generation has not yet spoken."

I'll make sure

you see the article

before it goes to print,

of course.

BEA: This could be

Joseph and Katya's office.

EVIE: Hmm.

Do you remember this lamp?

We bought it at that market

when we first moved in.

We furnished the flat

with our favorite things

from the Highgate house.

And Jack brought us champagne.

I remember

decorating these walls.

I remember Tilly was appalled

by the white paint.

We were happy here.

The future looks bright, Bea.

Better than ever.

I wish I could be as sure.

I hope Jack is taking the

prospect of a baby seriously.

Does he realize the adjustments

we'll have to make?

I'm sure Jack will make

an excellent father.

Yes, but I'll be the one

making all the sacrifices.

Is difficult, English.

You say, "We take the bus,"

or, "We take a bus"?

Uh, both.

There's some post for you.

"I have the letter,"

or, "I have a letter"?

A letter.

You open it, please.

We may be in trouble, Katya.

Because you came from Berlin,

the police think you're German.

German?!

But you know I am Russian!

I know, but it's very important

that we prove to them

that you are

a Russian national.

They need to see

official papers.

Do you have anything --

a passport,

a birth certificate --

anything to prove

that you're not German?

I have nothing.

[ Hooves clopping ]

Looks lovely

just sitting there, doesn't it?

Thanks ever so much.

Madge and Miss Evie

have already been.

I mean, you know that.

How are you?

You must be exhausted

with all the feedings,

all the extra work.

Do you have anyone to help you?

Well, my mom comes around

sometimes, and Norman helps.

The baby's no trouble at all.

He's a sweet little mite.

I can't be without him already,

you know?

What about you? You have

your morning sickness yet?

No, not quite.

Made with real saffron.

To celebrate.

- Thank you.

- It's supposed to be lucky.

I saved these,

hoping you'd come.

[ Baby cooing ]

Come on, William.

[ Gasps ]

Oh, Tilly.

Oh, he's beautiful.

- Take him.

- So tiny.

Perhaps later.

I don't want --

Oh, now, don't be scared,

Miss Bea.

You won't drop him.

[ Baby cries ]

Norman calls him Smiler.

Beatrice, Evangeline!

My dear!

Oh, how pale you look.

Why, in your condition,

you should be glowing.

I remember when I was carrying

my son,

everybody remarked

on how radiant I looked.

I wouldn't recommend pregnancy

to anyone.

You'll think differently

in a couple of weeks.

Wait and see.

- Is this the final guest list?

- Yes.

Now, I've made a slight

alteration to the layout.

It's very minor,

but come this way.

Oh, isn't it breathtaking?

That's my personal favorite.

I'll go and see

how Miles is getting on.

Hello.

MILES: Ah, Grace.

Just in time.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

GRACE: It's beautiful.

I love it.

But I really think it'll throw

the others out of balance.

Does it look all right?

Perfect.

Do you know I've just realized

why I've been feeling

so dissatisfied

with my work recently.

So staid.

So inhibited.

And there's absolutely no reason

why it should be.

None at all.

Well, this is it.

Good luck.

Come along, you two.

The first of the guests

are arriving.

Have you noticed

Maurice Duval?

EVIE:

The couturier?

[ Exhales sharply ]

He wasn't on the guest list.

BEA: I just hope he isn't here

to poach our clientele.

How do you do?

Nan Bayliss,

editor of Style and Beauty.

Oh, yes.

How do you do?

We'd love to do a feature

on the House of Eliott,

perhaps in the autumn.

BEA: This would be

a fashion article?

We'd like to do a cover feature

and a center spread,

maybe four pages.

MAN:

Really, Jack, old chap.

That Lovat fellow wants to

clear out our bank accounts.

Aren't you

rather missing the point?

His theories would bring about

the collapse of the economy.

Go back to making weepies

and leave the business to us.

You see, it's that

sort of attitude

that typifies the problem.

Of course, Jack is a writer,

not a politician.

- He's simply trying to --

- HELEN: How dare you!

I don't know how you have

the nerve to show your face!

[ Woman gasps ]

I warn you -- Stay well away

from that young man!

[ People murmuring ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What on earth

was all that about?

Do you know that woman?

She used to be my patron.

What?

Just like you, she kept me,

paid my art-school fees.

And you didn't think

to mention this to me?

I thought we were honest

with each other.

I thought we were friends!

Evie, calm down.

I did what I had to do

in order to work.

How else am I supposed to live?

Helen was hardly naive.

She wanted more

than I could give her in return.

Far more.

What?

It became impossible,

so I walked out,

on her and her money.

She can't bear the fact

that she's been rejected.

I trusted you.

What are you talking about?

I-I don't understand

why you're so upset.

Did you exploit that woman?

I want to know.

[ Chuckles ]

For all I know,

you're using me too.

And what were your motives

in befriending me, eh?

You pretend to be one of us.

Then you run off back to

your affluent life and friends.

What, does it make you feel like

a real artist?!

You can forget your money.

Frankly, it's not worth

the bother!

BEA: Oh, Miles,

you can work upstairs now.

The new offices are ready,

so we shan't be

moving you around anymore.

Um, there's something

I have to tell you.

I've had an offer

from a rival couturier.

BEA:

Maurice Duval?

Have you accepted his offer?

I'm considering it, yes.

Well, let us know

when you've decided.

Oh, at least four pages,

Miss Bea said, and photographs.

And they want to interview us.

BETTY: Probably want

a picture of you

for the front cover, Agnes.

[ Laughter ]

Ta.

Here. You look

a bit down in the dumps.

Anything the matter?

Nothing. Thank you.

I'm not one to burden people

with my troubles.

Oh, go on, Mr. Charles.

You can tell us.

Well, I don't know

where to start.

It's Clara.

I've been jilted.

"If it's him you truly love,"

I said, "I'll cut you free."

But I still love her.

I worshiped that girl!

AGNES: You did!

But me a tailor cutter

and him a master baker.

A girl who'd do something

like that -- She's not worth it.

Don't blame yourself.

He probably tempted her,

eh, Charles?

Eh?

All those sweetmeats,

sticky cakes.

Who could resist?

Poor, poor Charles.

You must be heartbroken.

I am.

Good morning, ladies.

- Morning, Mr. Maddox.

- Good morning, Mr. Maddox.

[ Knocks ]

BETTY: When's Tilly

bringing the baby in, eh?

Oh, I'm not sure.

- Let's make a surprise for her.

- [ Knocking on glass ]

Maybe we can put

some blue bunting up.

Listen, don't fret.

He's probably come

about something else.

I reckon she'll be deported.

- You have news?

- Sit down, Katya.

No.

The Secretary of State

has made a special exception

for Russian Jews.

So once those immigration

documents arrive from Berlin --

Please!

There's no need

to look so worried.

Congratulations.

I must stay?

You can stay.

[ Gasps ]

Oh, thank you!

Samuel Campbell's promised me

another article.

William McFarland

of The Observer called.

He's interested too.

They've got

more than enough work

to keep me busy

for the next few weeks.

Jack, you're not going to start

typing now.

I have to get this article out

as soon as I can.

Dinner will be ready

in five minutes.

Could you possibly put the world

to rights by then?

That's not fair, Bea.

This is important.

Until another fad comes along.

A fad?

Is that what you think?

No, it isn't.

I'm sorry.

Social injustice is not a fad

in anyone's terms.

Besides, this is work.

What is wrong with you?

I've been busy.

We both have.

Do you expect me

to give up work?

Is that it?

The child is half yours, Jack.

You must accept

some of the responsibility.

I can't shoulder the entire

burden of raising it myself.

Have I ever said

that I expected you to?

[ Sighs ]

I do understand,

and I will be here.

[ Telephone rings ]

Yes?

Hello, Norman.

Morning, Charles.

- Miss Eliott.

- Thank you, Joseph.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Door opens ]

Bea, what's wrong

with everybody?

[ Door closes ]

I tried to contact you

last night.

I was out.

What's happened?

Tilly's baby's dead, Evie.

[ Exhales slowly ]

Somehow it caught

whooping cough.

Just a few days ago,

apparently.

[ Sighs ]

Well, we must go to her.

You go.

Madge is already on her way.

I'll look after the office.

[ Knock on door ]

Oh, Tilly.

[ Sobbing ] Oh, Madge.

[ Knock on door ]

Am I disturbing you?

What can I do for you, Miles?

Uh, nothing, really.

I just thought

you might be interested to know

I've decided to decline

Maurice Duval's offer

and remain

with the House of Eliott.

We appreciate your loyalty.

There, uh -- There never was

any real question of my leaving.

Good. I'm glad.

Style and Beauty magazine

have asked for pages

of illustrations.

Oh, good.

Better get back to work, then.

Tell me, do you ever hear

anything of Daniel these days?

I haven't heard from him.

He's, um -- He's working well.

He's producing

some of his best work.

Oh. I'm glad.

Hate to think his work

had been affected

by, uh, recent events.

No need to worry.

He's never been one to brood.

[ Machinery humming ]

Not bad.

Not bad at all -- if they are

all your work, as you say.

Evangeline looks them over

from time to time,

says what she likes

and what she doesn't like.

If you want my opinion,

people nowadays

want cheerful clothes.

The sort of thing I'm good at.

The sisters' stuff is

too highbrow for this market.

I'm listening.

I was just wondering

what you thought, that's all --

whether we see eye to eye,

if you know what I mean,

Mr. Cotter.

Call me Larry.

When Tilly's baby died, Evie,

I realized how much I want mine.

After all I've said and thought

about this baby

being so inconvenient.

I feel so guilty, Evie.

I can't face it.

Tilly has been asking for you.

It's been a whole week now.

I wrote to her.

She wants you, Bea.

TILLY: Thank you.

This can't have been easy

for you.

No cakes, but I can offer you

a cup of tea.

Tilly, I'm so ashamed.

Oh, don't be silly, Miss Bea.

I knew you'd come. Sit down.

Tilly, I'm so sorry.

Oh, Miss Bea.

Please, don't you worry.

Your baby's gonna be all right.

[ Sobbing ]

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