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AGNES:

Is this what you wanted, miss?

Yes, thank you.

This jacket and skirt is being

finished in the workroom

by Miss Clarke,

one of our seamstresses.

The sketch will appear

in the illustrated catalog.

You do understand, I am sure,

Miss Bayliss,

details of the collection

must not be made public

until the day of the launch.

Indeed.

I'd like to take my photographer

into the workroom, if I may.

A picture of Miss Clarke

busy at her task.

- Do you want me?

- No.

Just Miss Eliott

and the mannequin, I think.

Would you take Miss Bayliss

through to the workroom, Agnes?

- But, miss, I might say summat.

- Hmm?

Just think before you speak.

I'll join you in a moment.

Um, this way, madam.

Ta.

EVIE: All right.

If you'd like to change.

- It's going well, isn't it?

- Yes, I think so.

One of us should be in

the workroom with Miss Bayliss.

Would you mind?

No, of course not.

You stay there.

Thank you.

MADGE:

Miss Beatrice?

Hmm? Ah, yes.

Uh, Miss Rawlings

is waiting for you

in the fitting room,

Miss Eliott.

Oh, right.

Oh, um, when I say "cheap and

cheerful," I-I only mean I'm --

Agnes, pay attention

to Miss Bayliss, please.

Yes.

Lift your chin a touch.

That's right.

- One more.

- All right.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

- Sorry to interrupt.

- Madge.

It's Miss Bea.

Miss Bayliss,

could you excuse me, please?

Of course.

I've taken Miss Bea

to the office.

- She says it's just the heat.

- Oh.

Would you like me

to take over in there?

Please.

Bea --

Evie, I know exactly

what you're going to say,

and, yes,

you're absolutely right.

The time has come for me

to hand over

some of my responsibilities.

I've already spoken to Joseph.

He knows what's involved.

I'll still be here myself,

most of the time, but I must --

- Bea --

- What?

I was simply going to ask you

how you're feeling.

[ Sighs ]

Yes, I'm better now.

Well, I think

you should go home.

No, it's only half past 3:00.

- You fainted.

- Only slightly.

Please go home,

have a restful evening.

Don't come in tomorrow unless

you're feeling much better.

No.

Jack's arranged for us

to view some houses.

We have to

make a decision soon.

Yes, Joseph?

I took the liberty of ordering

a taxi for you, Miss Eliott.

May I suggest that,

in the circumstances,

it might be wiser

if you didn't travel alone.

- Perhaps Katya could come --

- No, I'm perfectly recovered.

Would you please give

my apologies to Miss Bayliss?

- Of course.

- Thank you.

And I'll see you all tomorrow.

Bye-bye.

Hello?

- You look --

- Like a ship under full canvas.

Difficult to find anything

that fits me.

Perhaps you should design

a collection

for ladies

in a certain condition.

[ Hat thuds ]

You all right?

Hmm.

Actually,

I came home early today.

Felt rather faint in this heat.

I have decided

not to go in tomorrow.

Would you like me

to postpone the viewings?

No, I'm fine now.

What's that?

I thought it might amuse you.

It's all the rage in Zurich.

Professor Ernst Struhler.

He claims to have

revolutionized obstetrics.

Goodness.

"Diet sheets. Exercises.

Self-help during contractions."

Contractions?

Birth pangs.

Thank you.

Bea, do you remember

Max Keller?

- We worked together in Berlin.

- Mm?

He's in London to see people

about his next film,

so I invited him here

this evening.

You don't mind, do you?

No, no.

Of course not.

But I shall be having an early

night, so I hope he won't mind.

Of course he won't.

Now, what would you like

for dinner?

Hmm?

Rain spoiled your daisies,

William.

I brought you

some nice fresh ones, see?

Get up, love.

- Your skirt's all wet.

- No.

Come home, Tilly.

It's gonna rain again.

Please.

You go.

I don't mind the rain.

No one in Berlin

seemed interested in the idea,

so I thought I might as well

try in London.

I wish you luck,

but you know what happened

with our last film.

The backers here are only

interested in making money.

This is why you have become

a journalist.

Yes.

I seem to be getting

a steady flow of commissions

at the moment.

At last I've found a way

to express an opinion

about something significant.

- Very good.

- [ Chuckles ]

I have to join a deputation

at the American embassy --

Nicola Sacco

and Bartolomeo Vanzetti.

- Of course.

- Time is running out.

Yes. The papers are full of it

again this evening.

Riots in every major city,

even in Australia.

Surely, a further stay

of execution is inevitable.

I fear not.

They have become

an embarrassment

to the American government.

You're certain there has been

a miscarriage of justice?

Unquestionably.

They are Italian immigrants

and Communists,

possibly troublemakers,

but not murderers.

You see, I cannot believe

the Americans

would execute innocent men.

I wish I could share

your optimism.

Will you come with me?

- No, Max.

- Why not?

Forgive me, but my duty

lies here this evening.

MAN ON RADIO:

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

We eat so badly,

filling ourselves

with stodgy food.

- Hmm?

- This book is fascinating.

Pregnancy shouldn't be regarded

as an indisposition.

It's a perfectly

natural function.

...Sacco

and Bartolomeo Vanzetti.

All three men consistently

denied the murder charges

which had been

brought against them.

They went to their deaths

with dignity,

refusing to the last

the ministrations

of the Catholic Church.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

Uh, I hope

I'm not interrupting.

I just wanted to

show you my idea

for the cover

of the ready-to-wear catalog.

Oh!

That's excellent.

It's exactly

what I had in mind.

And, um...

- Are these yours?

- Mm-hmm.

EVIE:

They're very good.

Would you mind

leaving them with me?

I'd like to show them to Bea.

Oh, I'm not sure if they're

ready for anyone else to see.

I just wanted your opinion.

Well, you have it.

They're splendid.

All prepped and correct.

Thank you.

Time for a cup of tea, have we?

No, thank you, Mr. Cotter.

In the workrooms,

we are very busy.

Ah.

Just as you like.

Uh, another day perhaps.

Perhaps.

Good morning.

And a very good morning

to you too.

Well?

I love it.

You don't think

it's a bit run-down?

It needs to be redecorated,

but one expects that.

Do you want to look at the one

in Hampstead?

No.

- Then we won't.

- [ Laughs ]

Mr. Chapman,

we have reached a decision.

I'll motor you home.

Then I've got to meet Max

at Hyde Park.

Oh.

I want to write a piece

on the memorial service

for Sacco and Vanzetti.

Feelings are running very high.

Should make a good story.

And a sad one.

I'll come with you.

Um, I don't think

that would be wise.

There'll be a huge crowd.

CROWD:

[ Chanting ] Never to forget!

Sacco and Vanzetti are dead!

Never to forgive!

MAX:

You have ideals.

Either you acknowledge

those ideals, pursue them,

or you turn your back

and you continue

with your happy, contented life

while the innocent die

and the poor starve!

I have a column to write,

deadlines to meet, Max.

I have to get home.

Look at these people.

It matters to them!

Either you listen

and accept the challenge

or you close your eyes,

your ears, and your heart!

[ Women singing ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Blowing whistle ]

Max, stay out of this!

Leave him alone!

Max!

Where's the cocoa, then?

You want cocoa

on a night like this?

We always have cocoa.

What, even when

you're sweating buckets?

Do you fancy a stroll

to cool off?

Might be a breeze

down by the canal.

No? Right.

I'll go on me own, then.

And what's that look for?!

You disapprove

of everything I do!

Well, I'm getting sick of it!

Do you hear me?!

Temper, temper.

[ Door opens, closes ]

I had such a good sleep

last night.

What time did you get in?

I didn't hear a thing.

Jack, you've hurt yourself!

Here.

Read all about it.

Popular press

are having a field day.

"Communists arrested

for fighting

at memorial-service riot."

Max is a Communist?

You were arrested

for fighting?

We were released

after a caution.

You think I came off badly,

you should see Max.

He's got a real shiner.

Don't be upset.

There's no serious damage done.

Isn't it a little unwise

to appear so partisan?

Not all the editors you work for

share your sympathies.

Will they want to employ someone

who consorts

with a known Communist?

Tilly's back.

She's with Mss. Eliott now.

- She'll be in any minute.

- Poor thing.

I shan't know

what to say to her.

Oh, it'll be better

for her, though.

She'll never get over things

moping about at home.

Could you give us

a bit more space?

There's a good fellow.

All this breathing down my

neck's making me feel nervous.

I'm sorry, Charles.

I wish I had your skill.

Would you teach me how to cut?

What?

All my trade secrets?

You have to watch the grain

very carefully.

Flannel, like this,

it's very well behaved.

It's your light stuff

that creeps --

georgettes and your chiffons.

Good to have you back.

Yeah, well.

Agnes.

Bet.

It's just as well you're here.

I've got the trickiest bit of

beadwork just waiting for you.

Alice Baxter's wedding dress.

You done her

for the Queen Charlotte Ball

the year she come out,

remember?

Um, here's the sketch.

And, uh, the beads are in here.

Ta.

We could, uh,

take our sandwiches

to the park, lunchtime,

have a bit of a natter.

No, I can't.

I've got to go down the market.

Another day, then.

You look like you lost a quid

and found sixpence.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sobbing ]

Hey!

What's all this?

You don't want to hear

my troubles.

Yes, I do.

If you think it would help.

You think when you get wed that

you'll be different, don't you?

Different?

From all the other couples.

How they'd bicker and nag

and go off each other.

We used to go dancing,

Gerry and me, down the Pally,

and for walks on Sundays.

These days...

[ Sobbing ] He doesn't love me

anymore, Charles.

He doesn't even like me.

Of course he does.

No, he doesn't.

And what's more,

I'm not sure I like him.

It's just a tiff, Madge.

You'll make it up.

You'll see.

No.

And it's worse

since I got back from America.

We live in that house

like strangers now.

I'm sorry.

Crying all over you.

Don't be daft.

Have a plum.

[ Laughs ] Ta.

I'll launder this for you.

These are nice.

Where'd you get them?

Off the barrow?

Yeah.

- Madge?

- Hmm?

Would you allow me the pleasure

of escorting you

to the pictures?

I mean just, uh, pop in the

Gaumont one evening after work?

I mean, you and I both enjoy

a good film, don't we?

Yeah.

But I don't know, Charles.

But there wouldn't be no harm

in it, though, would there?

None at all.

We could go on a Friday.

Gerry always stops out

on Fridays.

- This Friday?

- Why not?

Here.

Do I look like

I've been crying?

You look lovely, Madge.

You always do look lovely.

MILES:

It's interesting.

It's as bad as that?

No, it's not bad.

It's just very different.

From a typical

Evangeline Eliott.

All they want

is things like these.

Oh, but they're beautiful.

Yes, and people

will pay for them.

And, yes, I do understand

the principles

of running a fashion house.

But I want to move on

as a designer.

And as a person.

- How's Daniel?

- What?

Daniel. And James.

I don't see any of them now,

you see?

No, I-I suppose not.

- Well, how is he?

- Oh, he's all right.

I think he's working too hard,

drinking too much.

I miss visiting

those little galleries,

meeting up with the crowd.

Yes, well...

There's a private view

at Agnelli's tonight,

and I've arranged

to meet Daniel first

for a drink at the Pierro Club.

Would you like to come?

Thank you. Yes.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Oh.

I thought

I was the last to leave.

I heard voices.

Beg your pardon.

One or two things to see to,

Mr. Wint.

- All right?

- Very well.

You'll lock up, then,

will you, Miss Keeble?

Certainly.

Good night.

Good night.

And Mr. Cotter.

[ Slow jazz music playing ]

- Evie.

- Hello.

How are you?

Busy. Working.

And you?

Busy, I mean?

Very.

I have you to thank

for this Agnelli show.

It was our exhibition

at the Beaumont

that first drew my work

to madame's attention.

I'm glad.

Evie, I was rude to you.

We were both upset.

And you were right.

I was playacting.

Daniel!

I guessed I'd find you here.

- Evangeline, how nice.

- Good evening, Madame Agnelli.

I'm afraid I have to

steal Daniel away.

Aaron Steiner has arrived.

He's in London, buying for

his Manhattan gallery.

I told him he cannot

possibly leave England

without first seeing

Daniel's latest canvases.

He wants to go

to your studio now.

Don't keep him waiting,

my dear.

- I'll have to go.

- Of course.

Daniel.

I've missed you.

Shall I telephone you?

Yes.

AGNELLI: Daniel.

Good luck.

[ Telephone rings ]

Sloane 8629.

Larry?

I'll be there at once.

My sandwiches ready yet?

On the side.

Same as always.

- Say something?

- No.

Oh, uh, are you -- are you going

to the club tomorrow night?

- It's Friday, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Then I'll be going down

the club, won't I, all right?

All right.

[ Knock on door ]

Are you gonna get that or am I?

[ Knock on door ]

[ Door opens ]

- Yes?

- Please, um, Mr. Wint sent me.

Is Mrs. Althorpe here, please?

I want you to make an inventory

of all the items of clothing

that may be destroyed

or damaged.

You'll need that when

you deal with the insurance.

- Yes, Miss Eliott.

- They'll be here within an hour.

Grace, you must decide

which of the garments

might be salvageable.

Some of them were kept

in the storeroom.

They may be undamaged.

This one is all right.

Not wet. It's not burnt.

Smell it, Katya.

[ Sniffs, groans ]

We need to know if Brewer's

can replace the fabric.

Will you find out about that

for me, Katya?

Mr. Cotter will let you

telephone from his office.

- And Miss Eliott --

- Why didn't you let me know?!

This might not be

as bad as it looks.

The brigade arrived

before the fire did much damage.

The water, the smoke --

How could this have happened?

Well, the police suspect arson.

The petty-cash tin was forced.

I never leave more than

a few shillings in it, see?

But the officer reckoned that

they lit the fire from malice.

They must have jimmied

the street door.

It's only thanks to some

passersby reporting the smoke

the whole building didn't go up.

Shall I have requested a heavier

lock on that door, I wonder?

I thought it was sound.

I'm sure it was, Joseph.

Don't blame yourself.

A determined intruder

will force even

the strongest lock, Mr. Wint.

At least no one was injured.

That's the important thing.

Come away now.

There's nothing you can do.

I'll wait for the insurers.

I'll have it sorted out

in a minute.

- Sit down, Madge.

- Thank you.

Sorry.

I'm adding it up.

Now, you take your time.

It's been a very heavy day

for all of us.

Right.

Um, right, well, there were, uh,

36 garments in the small store.

Now, they're undamaged.

Only 36?

I'm afraid so.

Um...

As for those that weren't

scorched or stained,

well, they might

just as well have been.

The smoke, you see?

It's ruined them.

Um, that makes 327

well and truly done for.

Oh, Madge!

All them months of work

just wasted.

Still, most of the replacement

fabric is available,

um, except, uh --

oh, that black crepe.

Now, Brewer's can't give us

a definite day on that

till Tuesday.

But with a bit of overtime here

and at Bayswater,

I reckon we could make up the

lost time in about eight weeks.

As soon as that?

I think that's

a little optimistic.

Well, everyone's keen to try.

[ Sighs ]

Well, I think we'd better

err on the side of caution

and say 10 weeks.

- Don't you agree?

- Yes, I do.

I'm sorry, old man.

I really am.

It's not that I don't agree

with every word you've written.

But the mood has changed

since the general strike,

and my editor's been instructed

to take a cautious line.

And then of course

there's this, uh, incident.

The Sacco and Vanzetti

demonstration?

Yes.

Unfortunate, to say the least.

I understand, Leonard.

You're not the first.

Thank you for reading it.

I enjoyed your piece

on Archie Lovat.

Now, there's someone

who could be useful to you.

- Lovat?

- Yeah.

He could probably

get you something

in the Independent Labour

publication.

He's one of

its main contributors.

Mention my name

if you think it'll help.

I will.

- Good luck.

- Thank you, Leonard.

Goodbye.

Well, to Evie's new home.

It is charming.

Thank you.

Dinner's almost ready.

Jack, how did you get on

this afternoon?

Did they accept the article?

They liked it. I think

they even agreed with it.

But, uh, they're not taking it.

They found it too contentious?

Same problem I had

with the film studios.

But no matter.

I refuse to be discouraged.

Shall we eat?

Ohh. Oh, salmon! Delicious.

I'm so hungry.

Bea, if you'd like to sit here.

This is one of

Professor Struhler's

most nutritious recipes --

braised liver pureed

with spinach and lentils.

[ Both laugh ]

[ Laughs ]

- Mr. Maddox, sir.

- Archibald.

It's good to see you.

I'm so glad you telephoned.

Jack Maddox, Henry Wilson.

- How do you do?

Henry is the editor

of The New Venture.

It's high time you two made

each other's acquaintance.

Sit down, gentlemen.

I enjoyed your piece

on our friend here.

Archie has shown me the article

that Leonard Apps rejected,

and I'm impressed.

May I publish it

in The New Venture?

You certainly may.

Thank you.

HENRY:

Now, needless to say,

our rates don't compare well

with those of a national daily,

but I'd like to offer you

a weekly column.

Would you be interested

in writing for us

on a regular basis?

I would be very interested.

Katya.

There you are.

Good.

I'm doing some costings,

and I need the suppliers list.

- Here.

- Oh.

I was looking

in the wrong place.

Mr. Wint always keep it there.

Yeah.

I remember.

So how are things these days,

Katya?

Quite all right.

Thank you.

Getting on any better

with the girls?

Must be difficult, I mean,

what with Tilly being so down

and Betty with her problems.

Not very good company for you.

It is no longer difficult.

They are more kind now.

Really?

Well, that's all right, then,

isn't it?

What I'd like to suggest

is a series of articles

in which I'll explore

the whole subject

of industrial exploitation.

Go on.

The building industry, mining,

shipbuilding --

any area where employers

demand long hours

in dangerous situations

and where safety precautions

are minimal.

You've recently had firsthand

experience with this, I believe.

Yeah, I have.

Oh, shall we say 1,500 words

per piece,

each article to focus

on a different industry

in a different location?

- Right.

- Do you have any contacts?

I could put you in touch

with our chairman, James Maxton.

He's the one to get you

into the Glasgow shipyards.

The men will talk to you

with Maxton at your side.

And then there's Tom Clayton

in the Nottingham coal fields.

Let me get these details down.

Two, please.

Are you nearly ready with that?

Her ladyship's due

in 10 minutes.

Mm.

We can save a bit of time

by using these

instead of the covered ones

on the crepe de chine blouses.

Should be enough.

[ Groans ] Oh, I never worked

so hard in me life.

Nor me, eh?

But the overtime's a lifesaver.

Cleared your debts, have you?

Huh.

That'll be the day.

Heaven knows what I'll do

when things get back to normal.

We're making good progress.

I've made one or two adjustments

to the specifications

which have saved us

quite a lot of time,

without lowering our standards

in any way, of course.

You've been a great help to us

through this, Grace.

We do appreciate it.

Then perhaps I might be given

more opportunity

or more scope for my designing.

You will be.

In time.

In time.

I see.

Well.

Oh, it's good news

about Daniel, isn't it?

Daniel?

Well, haven't you heard?

No.

Those canvases

that Aaron Steiner bought

at the Agnelli show --

They've all been sold!

Now he wants Daniel

to go and work in New York.

We had quite a celebration

the other night

when he got the news.

Ohh!

Going somewhere special,

are we?

Night, Betty.

Enjoy yourself.

See you Monday.

[ Footsteps ]

Where to tonight, then?

Well, I thought maybe, uh,

something nice to eat

and then Gaumont.

- Night!

- Night.

You go on.

- I'll wait upstairs for a bit.

- [ Door closes ]

Tilly, has it been

a very long day for you?

- You're not too tired?

- No, miss.

You know if you ever

want to leave early that --

I'm all right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I got buttonholed

by young Miles.

Couldn't get rid of him.

Oh, I've ordered.

Have you, indeed?

Your favorite.

Muffins?

WOMAN: Hello.

[ Children playing ]

[ Door opens ]

Where have you been?!

I was worried sick!

At the cemetery.

Well, why didn't you

come home first?

We could have gone together?

Sit down.

Have some supper.

Eat.

Please.

You must eat.

I'm not hungry.

Cup of tea, then.

That's better.

It -- It must be hard,

Miss Beatrice carrying

and you...

Tilly.

I'm just tired.

That's all.

Oh.

Hello, Evie.

Uh, I was, um --

We're off to the Pierro Club.

Would you like to join us?

Well, I --

Of course she would.

Come on.

[ Up-tempo jazz music playing ]

I want to dance!

- Daniel?

- I'm exhausted.

Miles?

I'd love to.

You must be very excited

about Steiner's offer.

I used to dream of such things

when I had holes in my shoes

and no money for paint.

Look, is this a bit rowdy

for you?

No, it's -- it's not that.

I think I'd better go.

You stay.

I'll get a taxi.

Well, let me see you home.

Please?

When do you sail?

I'm not going.

But you must go.

This is too good an opportunity

to miss, isn't it?

The offer wasn't

quite what it seemed.

Steiner sent the money

for the paintings, all right,

but since then [Sighs]

well, he hasn't been in touch.

Are you laughing at me?

No. No.

I'm glad you're not going.

I don't want to lose you.

Does that sound very forward?

For someone as

well brought up as you, yes.

Why do you always raise

the differences between us?

'Cause they're always there.

Must they stop us being friends?

No.

Would you like to come in?

I think not.

Don't you?

Good night, Miss Eliott.

Thank you for your company

this evening.

It's Norman I feel sorry for.

Yeah, but poor Tilly,

though, eh?

Yeah, but it's been months now.

There comes a time when you

have to put the past behind you.

All in order?

I'll let Mr. Cotter know

they're ready for collection.

Right.

Well, ladies,

we're back on course.

Oh.

No more overtime, then?

That's right.

[ Sobbing ]

What's up, Betty?

Must be difficult with you,

your Stan being away.

I just don't know

how I'm going to manage.

Come up to my office tonight

when you finish.

We'll have a little chat.

All right?

All right.

Oh, Norman.

You've just missed her.

What a shame.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'd best get off home.

Mr. Foss.

MADGE: Oh.

Night, Miss Bea.

Oh, good night, Madge.

How is Tilly?

She's so pale.

Do you think she's returned

to work too soon?

Well, it keeps her occupied,

miss.

I reckon that's the best thing

for her.

Perhaps.

Well, good night.

Night, miss.

What do you think?

[ Chuckles ]

Well, it'll have to do

till we move to the new house.

It's difficult to imagine,

isn't it?

In a few weeks' time,

he or she will be in residence.

[ Sighs ]

Seeing the room with everything

ready like this --

It's a little unnerving.

- What time's your train?

- I don't think I should go.

- I'll telephone Henry.

- Why?

I feel uneasy about leaving you.

Glasgow is so far away.

You'll only be gone

for a couple of nights.

I'm in perfect health.

The baby isn't due

for three weeks.

Go.

- You mean that, don't you?

- Mm.

[ Telephone rings ]

Yes?

Oh, Bea.

Now?

No, no, no.

It's -- It's all right.

I'll -- I'll come straightaway.

Goodbye.

Are you sure I didn't wake you?

I'd no idea how late it was.

No. No.

I'm glad you called.

Bea, I need to speak to you.

[ Sobs ]

What's the matter?

[ Voice breaking ] It's stupid,

I know.

I insisted

Jack went to Glasgow.

But the moment he left,

I felt terrified.

I began to imagine

all sorts of awful things.

All this.

I can't cope with it.

What am I going to do?

Jack will be home

the day after tomorrow.

I'll stay with you tonight

if you like.

But how will

I manage everything?

Why did I ever think

I could manage?

Oh!

It's only a few more weeks, Bea,

and this will all be over.

But it won't be!

That's what terrifies me most.

It will never be over.

- That's Mr. Maddox there, sir.

- Thank you.

You must be Jack Maddox.

James Maxton.

- How do you do?

- Welcome to Glasgow.

I hope you slept well

on the train.

- Not too badly, thank you.

- Glad to hear it.

I've got a busy day

planned for you,

so we'll start as soon as we

may, but finish your breakfast.

In fact, I'll join you.

- By all means.

- Miss!

I have Miss Sturgess' frock.

Oh, yes.

[ Gasps ]

- Are you all right, Miss Eliott?

- Was it a pang?

No, it's nothing.

It's just [Gasping]

The baby's coming!

No, it can't possibly be!

It's not due for weeks!

It says in the book, first

babies, they're almost always --

[ Gasps, screams ]

Don't just stand there, Katya!

Fetch Miss Evie!

And ask Mr. Wint to telephone

for the doctor.

Go on!

It's all right, miss.

Just you hold still.

It's gonna be fine.

Oh!

She does appear to be

in considerable discomfort.

Yes.

Yes, thank you.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

The doctor says Miss Beatrice

should be brought

straight to the nursing home.

- I'll hail the cab.

- Thank you.

Can you telegraph to

Mr. Maddox's hotel immediately,

ask him to return at once?

- Yes, Miss Eliott.

- Thank you, Joseph.

That's it, Bea.

Gently.

Not like it says in the book,

is it?

What happened?

Severed some tendons

in my palm.

Did you claim compensation,

Billy?

BILLY: Aye.

But the foreman told me

the accident was my own fault

and that if I was unable

to do a proper day's work,

I could collect my cards.

So I work left-handed now.

Or on piecework.

I used to take home

well over £2 a week.

It's more like

£1 15 shillings now.

It's hard on the wife, sir.

I'd like to take a photograph,

if I may.

It's in a good cause, Billy.

We need to bring cases

like yours to the public notice.

Aye, sir.

But what if the bosses see it?

It's a hirer's market

these days.

There'll be plenty of men

with two good hands

ready to fill my place.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Children shouting ]

Jimmy, Nancy,

what are you playing at?

Go up those stairs now.

Who are you?

- [ Laughs ]

- I'm awfully sorry. Mr. Maxton.

Good day to you.

I havenae seen you here

for a while.

And how's my namesake, hey?

Is your man working, Jeanie?

Aye, but for how long?

We'll just start

to get the arrears cleared,

and they're as like

to lay him off again.

My friend here, Jack Maddox --

He's writing an article

for the newspapers

about conditions here.

Will you talk to him?

Aye.

If you think some good

may come of it.

Come on up, ya wee dancer.

Right.

[ Door closes ]

Your sister has a daughter,

Miss Eliott.

- [ Gasps ]

- Now, please sit down.

Don't be alarmed.

The baby is in perfect health.

And my sister?

She has experienced

an extremely precipitous birth,

which has resulted

in some internal damage

and considerable loss of blood.

She's very weakened,

and I am anxious

about her immediate condition.

Her husband should be with her.

Only by initiating

an economic revival,

boosting consumption,

can the government hope

to significantly

reduce unemployment.

How can we call ourselves

a civilized community

when women and bairns

are living in the conditions

that you've seen today?

I need time

to digest all of this, James.

My room key, please.

We must achieve a decent

living wage for these workers

and proper protection in the

event of accident or illness.

What is it?

[ Baby crying ]

[ Whistle blows ]

I'm sorry.

This is very important.

- Evie.

- Oh, Jack, I'm glad you're here.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

Tell me.

No.

We had a few anxious hours,

but she's recovering now.

[ Sighs ]

Are you all right?

Yes.

I'm just very tired.

I've been so worried.

And the baby?

EVIE:

Come and see.

Jack, bring her to me.

Hello.

Here, Jack.

Hold her head.

[ Baby crying ]

Ohh. Shh.

Hello, Lucy.

Lucy.

I love you.

[ Water running ]

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