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Miss Beatrice Eliott?

Any comment?

It's, uh, 11:00, Miss Eliott.

I take it you don't work

the full 80-hour week

that you expect

of your seamstresses.

Is an IOU your idea

of a living wage, Miss Eliott?

- Goodbye.

- MAN: Miss Eliott?

[ Vehicles passing ]

They're still out there.

I haven't said a word.

Honest.

Morning, all.

Ooh.

It's a bit farty out there.

God, you've got a right nerve

coming back here.

I've come to see

the Miss Eliotts, not you.

Oh, and what makes you think

they'll want to see you?

Mrs. Butcher, my office,

if you please.

Katya, would you ask Mr. Wint

to join us?

Immediately!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Door closes ]

They offered me overtime.

I needed the money.

It was supervising work,

checking the finishes

on the batches.

I thought it was the Aurora.

Oh, come now, Betty.

I swear, Miss Eliott.

It was only later

I twigged it was a fiddle.

I went straight to Miss Keeble

and Mr. Cotter.

Well, they offered me good money

and a job with their new firm

if I kept my mouth shut,

out on my ear if I didn't.

What choice did I have?

You could have come to us.

[ Scoffs ]

You'd have sacked me.

I'd never have done it

but for Stan being away.

That's hardly an excuse

for deceit!

Surely you knew

what effect this would have

on the House of Eliott.

Or didn't you bother

to think that far ahead?

I didn't know!

I swear!

It was them I wanted to get at

with the newspaper, not you!

When the collection was done

and in the shops,

they dumped me.

Said they got other workers

cheaper.

We've been treated bad,

all of us.

Look...you give me my job back,

and I'll give you Grace Keeble

and Harry Cotter.

I know where they are,

what they're doing.

A lot more besides.

Things you'll be interested in.

W-What you have done, Betty,

is unforgivable!

I told you -- I've got debts!

You've endangered the livelihood

of every person

on these premises.

You publicly discredit us,

and then you come here

asking for your job back!

If you knew what my --

Joseph, kindly escort

Mrs. Butcher off the premises!

It's very bad to do such a thing

to good people.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

We must act swiftly,

regain the trust

of the store buyers,

convince them of our integrity.

We have expensive premises,

idle seamstresses.

Perhaps we should just shut down

the whole ready-to-wear

business.

No.

No. I am convinced

it still has a future.

Should we sue?

- Yes. We must.

- [ Door opens, closes ]

Mrs. Butcher has left

the building.

Thank you.

Joseph, we have decided

to take legal action

against Cotter and Keeble.

Now, would you telephone

the solicitors,

request an urgent appointment,

please?

- Yes, Miss Eliott.

- Thank you.

Agnes!

This damn stitching is all over

the place.

- Yeah, but --

- There's no "but"s about it.

You're a sorry excuse

for a seamstress, Agnes Clarke,

if this is the best you can do.

She's getting worse, not better.

- I did that.

- What?

Oh, just leave it there, Madge.

I'll do it again later.

I was wrong to say what I did.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Madge.

We all make mistakes.

JOSEPH: It's an aspect of law

he's not familiar with.

He advised me

that in this type of case,

highly specialized knowledge

is required.

He recommended a Mr. Simpkins

of Simpkins & Cox.

I have made an appointment with

him for 3:00 this afternoon.

Excellent.

[ Door closes ]

Thank you.

JACK: Tom.

Why didn't you warn me?

"Jack Maddox, ILP member,

vigorous campaigner

for improved factory conditions

while his wife runs

a sweatshop."

So much for our parliamentary

campaign.

My wife is the victim

of confidence tricksters.

Had all the facts

been published --

I don't doubt that the facts

are inaccurate or exaggerated.

The point is it looks like

blatant hypocrisy.

This could not have come

at a worse time.

I have an important meeting

this Saturday

with a group

of influential factory owners,

and I had hoped to convince them

to offer decent wages.

How can they take me seriously

after this?

I will resign from the party,

of course.

That would hardly resolve

the immediate problem.

Tom, would you let me talk

to these industrialists?

I'll tell them the full story.

What makes you think

they'd listen to you?

Because I can show them that the

same thing could happen to them.

- It wouldn't work.

- Well, let me at least try.

Surely I deserve a chance

to salvage something

from this mess.

The copied outfits were on sale

to the general public

before your originals?

BEA: Yes.

Regrettably, then,

we have no case.

In the eyes of the law,

they have not committed a crime.

They have defrauded us.

The Crystal and the Aurora

collections are, I understand,

not identical, merely similar.

You're splitting hairs.

SIMPKINS:

How can we prove they were yours

when Miss Keeble

was also responsible

for many of the House of Eliott

designs?

You come highly recommend

as a specialist in this field,

Mr. Simpkins.

There must be some way.

I'm sorry.

It would be pointless

to initiate proceedings.

There is also the matter of

the seamstress' hours and wages.

Cotter deceived us.

The burden of proof, very

complicated in this instance,

would be on the House of Eliott.

Such a case would attract

much adverse publicity.

This is preposterous!

How can they get away with it

so easily?

Well, the Messenger article

makes it quite clear

that the House of Eliott

disputes the accusation

and that you personally had

no knowledge of the situation.

My advice to you is do nothing.

Allow everything to settle down

and avoid further publicity.

This is all my fault.

If I hadn't been so keen

to take on Larry and Grace,

none of this

would have happened.

You were right.

[ Sighs ] I'm sorry.

No.

The decisions were sound.

No one could have foreseen this.

What's so infuriating

is we're being judged guilty

without the chance

to defend ourselves.

Those poor women at Bayswater

have been treated appallingly.

I don't want to see them lose

their jobs.

Most of them have children

to support.

Look, most of the buyers liked

our designs.

And giving up would be letting

Grace and Larry win.

I agree,

but we still must dispose

of the Aurora collection.

America?

I'll get Joseph

to make some inquiries.

Now, we must get on

and plan the next season.

I don't think it's going to be

too difficult

to adapt last spring's couture

ideas for ready-to-wear.

Evie, it's going to be

difficult enough

coming up with the couture

on time.

Designing two separate

collections --

It's out of the question.

Do they have to be separate?

We could design them both

simultaneously,

adapt our new couture ideas,

remove any embellishments

or details which require

hand-finishing.

It's one thing we learned

from Larry Cotter.

Would our couture clients

accept that?

The label will be different.

House of Eliott couture

would remain exclusive.

But we cannot manage it

all by ourselves.

At least when Grace was here,

we could --

I am not keen on taking on a new

designer, not at the moment.

No, nor am I.

But we do need help.

There is Miles.

Miles is an illustrator.

But he has done some designing.

Remember those sketches?

Yes. Yes.

They were rather good, actually.

His instincts are right

every time.

You said yourself

he shows promise.

BEA: You don't have to give us

your decision immediately,

but, well, we would like it

in a couple of days' time.

I don't -- No.

I don't need a couple days.

The answer is yes.

I'll take the job.

W-When do I start?

Well, as soon as we come up with

a theme.

Thank you.

You won't regret this.

We thought Katya could help you

at the workshop.

- Would that suit you?

- Certainly.

Good.

The collection won't be ready

unless we make a start today.

Let's meet at my flat

this evening,

see what we can come up with.

- Miles?

- Yes.

Good.

Thank you.

Thank you!

I'm sorry,

but you know as well as I do

this just isn't good enough.

And it could have happened

to anyone.

You should have been

more careful.

Who are you to tell me

what to do?

Don't pick on me.

We'll have to do something.

If this carries on,

the Eliotts will notice.

She needs a helping hand,

all right.

How?

It's not getting through to her.

What about her husband, Norman?

You're friendly with him,

aren't you?

Yeah, but I couldn't go behind

her back.

We tried everything else.

- Madge.

- Hello, Norman.

Um, this is Charles Quance

from work.

How do you do?

What can I do for you?

I'll be straight with you,

Norman.

Tilly's work is suffering.

The way she's going --

Well, you know as well as I do

if she doesn't smarten up

her ideas --

I see.

Look, I don't like coming here.

Well, why did you, then?

We all care about Tilly.

That's why we're here.

MADGE:

It's serious.

Once it gets outside

the workroom,

I won't be able to help her.

The Eliotts will have her out.

And none of us want that

to happen.

You're the one

who's closest to her.

If you could just make her see.

I've tried.

God knows I've tried.

Everything I can think of.

You think I don't want to

help her?

She won't let me.

You must find a way, Norman.

Please.

Don't give up.

Right.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

WOMAN:

Thank you.

I wish I hadn't gone behind

Tilly's back.

Now what will she think of me?

Well, we might have saved

her job.

Oh, and ruined her marriage.

What are friends for, eh?

Yes, sir?

Um, half a mild

and a small sherry, please.

If you start

on the fabric design,

we'll make an appointment

for you at the textile company.

Good.

I'll speak to their designer,

get some ideas of costumes

and pattern sizes.

Well, have you decided?

- BEA: Oh, yes.

- EVIE: Mm-hmm.

Softer, more feminine lines.

And much bolder use of color.

Specialty designed prints in

silk and linen up to six colors.

Less elaborate

for the ready-to-wear,

but it's still retaining

the line.

Evening wear

in the new artificial silk

and working clothes

in fresh, bright colors.

A complete break with the past.

[ Up-tempo introduction plays ]

♪ I'm in a nice bit of trouble,

I confess ♪

♪ Somebody with me

has had a game ♪

WOMAN:

Oh, no!

♪ I should by now be a proud

and happy bride ♪

♪ But I've still got to keep

my single name ♪

♪ I was proposed to

by Obadiah Binks ♪

♪ In a very gentlemanly way ♪

♪ I gave him all my money

so that he could buy a home ♪

A nightingale, all right.

All the best, Katya.

May your new position be

even more successful.

♪ There was I,

waiting at the church ♪

♪ Waiting at the church ♪

♪ Waiting at the church ♪

♪ When I found

he'd left me in the lurch ♪

♪ Lor, how it did upset me ♪

♪ All at once,

he sent me 'round a note ♪

A note?

♪ Here's the very note,

and this is what he wrote ♪

♪ "Can't get away

to marry you today ♪

♪ My wife won't let me" ♪

[ Laughter ]

Come on, now.

All together!

ALL:

♪ There was I ♪

♪ Waiting at the church ♪

♪ Waiting at the church ♪

♪ Waiting at the church ♪

♪ When I found

he'd left me in the lurch ♪

♪ Lor, how it did upset me ♪

Come on, darling.

♪ All at once,

he sent me 'round a note ♪

♪ Here's the very note,

and this is what he wrote ♪

♪ "Can't get away

to marry you today ♪

♪ My wife won't let me" ♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Whoo!

Kemp's the name.

Pleased to make

your acquaintance, Miss, uh...

Clarke.

Agnes.

You've got a lovely voice,

Agnes.

Oh, yeah?

You know, I was wondering --

Would you be interested

in a regular singing spot?

Nah.

No, I wouldn't.

Thanks.

Oh.

Fair enough.

Well, I won't keep you, then.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Slow introduction plays ]

Oh. Fine.

Got an admirer, have you?

No. He was just pulling me leg

about singing regular.

No. That was Barney Kemp.

He plays down the Empire.

Missed your chance there, Agnes.

[ Music continues ]

It's been bad for both of us.

But Tilly's twisted it

all inside herself.

She spends hours every day

praying for William.

And if she's not praying,

she's thinking about praying

or moping around his grave.

It's come between us, see?

I can't...

I don't know what to do.

S-So if you could just talk

to her...

She'll listen to you.

She'll barely talk to me

these days.

I feel so helpless.

I'm desperate.

I can see that, Mr. Foss.

And I will do what I can

to help.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Thank you, Miles.

It's been a very productive

evening.

Sorry it's been such a long one.

- Not at all.

- Let me see you out.

- Good night.

- Night-night.

Well, Evie, we have the basis

of a very strong,

innovative collection.

But the ready-to-wear buyers

still think we've deceived them.

The only way

to re-establish our credibility

is by exposing Grace and Larry,

prove we were not responsible

for what happened.

How?

Betty Butcher.

We couldn't.

[ Children shouting ]

WOMAN: Go on!

What do you think you're doing?

Get out!

[ Door slams ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Train passing ]

Well.

Come in.

Through here.

Changed your minds, have you?

You leave us little choice,

Betty.

I'm not the one that did it,

remember.

I've been hard done by, too.

We are prepared to agree

to your terms.

You mean I've got my job back?

You suggested that you had

some further information

we might find useful.

Oh, yeah.

- They've been greasing palms.

- BEA: What?

I know for a fact

'cause I heard them talking.

That's how they get the stores

to take the Crystal collection

so fast.

The buyers get a cut

of everything they sell.

[ Chuckles ] They've got

no scruples, Grace and Cotter.

Oh, yeah.

They've got new designs, too.

They'll be hawking them

around the stores any day now.

So...when do I start back?

[ Typewriter clacking ]

Would you care to come through

now, ladies?

No interruptions, if you please,

Miss John.

Certainly.

Thank you for seeing us,

Mr. Wilkinson.

I can hardly ignore

such serious accusations.

Please.

Let me begin by saying

how deeply affronted I am

at the mere suggestion

that an employee of mine

would accept a bribe.

I have taken the precaution

of asking my solicitor,

Mr. Harper, to be present.

Now, if you will be good enough

to present your evidence.

[ Knock on door ]

Good evening, Mrs. Foss.

May I come in?

- Of course.

- Thank you.

The Church is the sanctuary,

Mrs. Foss.

It is there for you,

whatever your need.

But it is not a hiding place.

You should not shut

the world out like this.

Have you ever lost a child?

We are all called upon to...

make sacrifices.

I do understand your suffering.

You've experienced a terrible

and tragic loss.

How can you preach to me

about suffering?

You don't know

what suffering is.

Nobody knows what it's like.

Faith is acceptance, not denial.

Why did my baby die?

Your child is at peace.

Have you ever sat up all night

with a baby,

watching it gasping

for breath...

and knowing you can't help

but trying anyway?

Oh, if only I'd gone

to the doctor's.

If I hadn't seen --

No, no, no, no. No.

Please don't blame yourself.

You did everything

humanly possible.

Let him go, Mrs. Foss.

You have a husband who's alive.

He needs you.

What do you mean?

Have you been talking to Norman?

Doing all the pressing

on my own, then, am I, Madge?

Well, it looks like it.

Oh, Katya, are you busy?

Only Agnes could do with a hand.

- Where's Tilly this morning?

- She's not in yet.

That isn't like Tilly.

Um, perhaps she's not well.

Morning, all.

Mrs. Butcher,

what are you doing here?

Oh.

Didn't they tell you?

I've got me old job back.

Right, Madge.

Where do you want me to start?

I appeal to you,

do not reinstate her!

I'm afraid, Joseph,

we already have.

Then I must protest.

Forgive us, Joseph.

We ought to have mentioned it

to you earlier.

It is unpardonable, but we were

so busy yesterday afternoon --

I fail to understand

your reasoning on this.

The woman has proved herself

thoroughly untrustworthy.

Well, I am sorry

that you're so upset,

but if you'll please

take a seat, we will explain.

[ Vehicles passing,

indistinct conversations ]

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you at work?

Norman, please.

I need to speak to you.

Chef goes barmy

if he thinks we're skiving.

All right.

I'll try and get five minutes.

Oh, thanks.

Your last day, eh?

Ah. Yes.

I am sad to go,

but I will see you sometimes.

Yeah.

You're only over at Bayswater.

You know, I never thought I'd

say it, but I'm gonna miss her.

Yeah.

Me too.

Here.

What's this about that one

getting a flipping promotion?

I work flipping hard,

Mrs. Butcher.

Madam Wilkinson.

Mr. Cotter, Miss Keeble,

good morning.

Miss Prebble,

ladies' fashion buyer.

Uh, there must be some mistake.

Our appointment

was with Miss Baxter.

Oh, forgive me.

I assumed

that you'd been informed.

Miss Baxter has been promoted.

Would you care to come this way?

Uh, promoted, you say?

To, uh...

- Our fur department.

- Ah.

The top floor.

Indeed.

Stone & Wilkinson

has a tradition

of rewarding valued employees.

The -- The thing is,

uh, Miss, um...

- Prebble.

- ...Prebble --

Um, I am a bit perturbed.

Uh, we have an amicable --

you might even say, uh,

harmonious relationship --

with, um, Miss Baxter.

I quite understand.

Perhaps we should go somewhere

more discreet.

What's all this about?

I ain't got long.

Why did you go to the vicar?

What?

You got me out of work

to ask me that?

You had no right.

How could you talk to him

about us?

Well, it's true, isn't it?

You're always fussing

with the crib, praying,

going on about God.

What about me, Tilly?

I need you.

- It's not the same for you.

- How can you say that?!

Can you see inside me,

feel my pain?!

You couldn't go on

if you felt like I do.

That's all you care about --

how it's hurting you.

Why couldn't you see it

from my side?

You lost a baby.

I lost a baby and a wife!

- I'm still here.

- No, you're not!

You haven't been here

since the day he died!

MAN:

Norman!

We've got to sort this out,

Tilly, I'm telling you.

What do you mean by that?

There's got to be changes.

I can't go on like this.

And that's the last of them.

Plenty of variety.

A good collection.

LARRY:

And a good price.

Now, uh, did Miss Baxter talk

to you about our arrangement?

I'm sure we can negotiate a

mutually satisfactory agreement.

My views exactly.

Now, let's talk percentages.

I can cut you in

for, let's say, 5%

of whatever Crystal lines

you sell.

- That seems generous.

- It is.

So, do we have a deal?

Indeed we do, Mr. Cotter.

Please excuse me for a moment.

Hello, Mr. Cotter.

Hello, Grace.

Allow me to introduce

Mr. Wilkinson,

chairman of Stone & Wilkinson.

I shall personally ensure

this is the last time

that you do business in this

or any other store in London.

Miss Baxter will be dismissed

immediately.

I owe you ladies an apology.

Come on, now, Wilkinson.

You know how this trade works.

No buyer will associate with you

again, Cotter.

You may consider yourselves

fortunate

that the authorities

haven't been called.

Now kindly leave.

You were wrong to think

we'd be so easily fooled.

You were wrong thinking I'd be

happy working for years,

putting my designs out

under your name.

- Why should I?

- That's enough, young lady.

The only difference between you

and me is I've got no money,

no connections.

I got no choice

but to fight for what I want.

That's something you people

know nothing about.

Come on, Grace.

Let's go.

[ Door closes ]

Betty Butcher!

I knew we shouldn't have

trusted her.

Don't worry.

We'll survive.

There's other stores,

other towns.

Plenty willing to do business

with those that can provide

the goods.

Not all stuck up

as the House of Eliott.

But no one will buy from us

again!

Well, change your name,

change your company...

who's to know?

Now, I know a bloke in Leeds,

Jimmy White.

Now, he's a really

interesting bloke.

Clerkenwell 0928, please.

If only she'd been more patient.

Hello.

Arnold Thomason, please.

Yes. Hello. Arnold? Yes.

This is Beatrice Eliott here.

I was wondering -- Would

The Messenger be interested

in a story about bribery?

♪ You made me love you ♪

♪ I didn't want to do it ♪

♪ I didn't want to do it ♪

♪ You made me... ♪

Mr. Kemp, um,

do you remember me?

Agnes Clarke.

Agnes!

Yeah.

Will you reconsider, then?

Did you mean it about --

about me singing regular?

Of course I did.

Barney, I brought some songs in

case you want to hear some more.

Well, what do you fancy, then?

Well, this one's me favorite.

Do you know it?

Oh, I'll have a go.

- Verse and chorus?

- Mm.

[ Mid-tempo introduction plays ]

[ Clears throat ]

♪ I'm a young girl

and I've just come over ♪

♪ Over from a country ♪

- ♪ Where they do things big ♪

- Good.

♪ And amongst the boys,

I've got a lover ♪

♪ And since I've got a lover,

why, I don't care a fig ♪

♪ The boy I love

is up in the gallery ♪

♪ The boy I love

is looking now at me ♪

♪ There he is ♪

♪ Can't you see? ♪

♪ A waving of his handkerchief ♪

♪ As merry as a robin

that sings on a tree ♪

[ Piano trills, both chuckle ]

Tilly?

Tilly?

Tilly?

Hello.

Are you all right?

I've been thinking about it all.

It's true -- I have been

making it worse for you.

I missed him so much.

I wanted him back so badly

the pain took me over.

I never even thought about you.

And I can see that now.

I need you, Tilly.

I want to help.

Where's the crib?

It's gone.

All I want

is to see you happy again.

We've still got each other.

Haven't we?

I'm just adding

the finishing touches now.

Right.

I'll meet you at the Federation

at 11:00.

Goodbye, Tom.

Finishing touches.

I've barely started.

Will this help?

"House of Eliott management

vindicated.

Deception exposed."

I had hoped they would publish

it today, but I wasn't certain.

Oh.

[ Sighs ]

When Arnold showed me

that article,

there really was nothing

I could do.

I had to concede

the newspaper's viewpoint.

But that does not mean

that I agreed with it.

You think I was disloyal.

Well, I just wish

you'd argued our innocence

with as much passion

as you argue your campaign.

The paper today

may set the record straight,

but the damage has been done.

It's going to take a long time

to convince people who matter

that there's no smoke

without fire.

We'll see.

That's nonsense!

Rubbish!

The living wage

is an honorable campaign.

MAN:

Hypocrite!

It does seem hypocritical

on the face of it,

which is why I have invited

Jack Maddox

to address you this morning.

[ Laughter ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I expected your thinking, "How

can Jack Maddox, of all people,

talk to factory owners about

improving working conditions?"

[ Men murmuring ]

The allegations

in this newspaper

concern the House of Eliott,

but the story is relevant

to every one of you.

[ Murmuring continues ]

What you read here --

What you read here is the truth.

Seamstresses employed

by the House of Eliott

were working 80 hours a week.

And they were not paid

adequate wages for these hours

because, gentlemen,

the directors

of the House of Eliott --

myself and my wife included --

knew nothing about these long

hours, nor the unpaid salaries.

[ Laughter ]

Let me show you this --

today's Messenger.

"House of Eliott management

vindicated.

Deception exposed.

Two former employees

were yesterday caught

in the act of attempted bribery

in a reputable

department store."

These same two former employees

unscrupulously exploited

House of Eliott workers.

My wife and her sister paid

above-average wages

for a 48-hour week

while these two crooks,

unbeknownst to them,

made the seamstresses work

nearly double those hours

without paying them

a penny more.

Now, what is the relevance

of all this to you?

Simply this -- Had these workers

been protected by legislation,

they could not have been

exploited.

Their employees

could not have been vilified.

So I put it to you that

legislation protects everyone.

Thank you.

[ Men murmuring ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Congratulations.

That was most impressive.

Thank you.

You'll have to excuse me.

I must go.

Jack, have you thought any more

about what I said?

You should run for Parliament.

- Tom.

- I'm serious.

The party needs people like you.

[ Door closes ]

I don't think

I'll ever get used to this --

a whole weekend

staying with your client.

You can't imagine how I feel.

You'll be with friends --

Jack, Bea.

Besides, I need you to be there.

But it's business.

I don't want to spend

this weekend away from you.

I doubt the Gurneys

would miss me very much.

Well, you might just enjoy it.

How can you say that?

The -- The women will make me

feel clumsy and inept,

and the men will patronize me.

Anyway, is it worth it

to sell a few dresses?

And how do you sell your work?

By turning your back

on potential clients?

Sometimes, yes.

Daniel, what gives you

the freedom to paint?

Well, money, I know.

But --

So what is so wrong with seeking

that same freedom for myself?

Look, I can't force you

to come with me this weekend.

But please, for my sake...

I'm sorry.

I'll be on my best behavior.

I just hope it's good enough.

Good afternoon, madam.

Good afternoon, sir.

I'll put the car in the garage.

Thank you.

MAN:

Good afternoon, madam.

Good afternoon.

[ Dog barking ]

Good afternoon, madam.

Good afternoon, sir.

- I'll take that, sir.

- There's no need.

- No. No. Really. I insist.

- I'm fine with it. Thanks.

Separate rooms.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I'm only

along the corridor.

Mm.

Then be prepared for the signal.

[ Whistles ]

Or I could just leave my room

unlocked.

I got you this.

God, it's beautiful.

Thank you.

It's got Virginia on one side

and, uh, Turkish on the other.

- No. Do I?

- Yes, you do.

I thought I could simply offer

the packet.

Well, it's bad form to offer

from the packet.

Ah.

Well, I wouldn't want to offend

anyone, would I?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Lizzie looking after you,

Miss Eliott?

Of course I am, Daddy.

Good girl.

Ah.

Here's my grandmother.

Evie, let me introduce you.

Grandmama?

This is Evangeline Eliott.

She designed my lilac ball gown,

the one you thought

was a little revealing.

Oh, my dear.

How do you do, Mrs. Gurney?

It's a pleasure to meet you.

LIZZIE:

And this is Daniel Page.

- How do you do?

- Hello.

Uh, look, is there any chance

of a glass of beer?

Beer, sir?

Sorry, sir.

Miss Eliott, good evening.

Dumbarton.

I understand we're sitting

together at dinner.

Viscount Dumbarton.

We, um, have mutual friends,

I believe.

I'm surprised

we haven't met before.

Shall we?

Good evening.

Mrs. Eunice Dodds.

Mr. Page, I see you've met

Mrs. Dodds.

I'm sure you'll have much

to talk about over dinner.

[ Piano playing ]

[ Laughter ]

You're backing the wrong horse,

Maddox.

The Tories won't condemn

a man --

or his wife, for that matter --

for honest business endeavors.

I would hardly call exploitation

of workers honest endeavor.

Companies do have the right

to make a profit.

Our bill won't put an end

to profit.

On the contrary -- It will

ensure that it's earned fairly

and not at the expense

of the very people

who helped create it

in the first place.

Patterson's bill

doesn't have a chance.

I wouldn't be so sure

about that.

It may not get through now,

but come the next

general election --

Which won't change a thing.

The workers won't put up

with this treatment forever.

Oh, you speak from experience,

do you?

Or simply as a representative

of the masses.

Perhaps we might hear your

proposals for feeding the masses

once the factories

have been bankrupted.

Ah.

Communist rebellion, perhaps.

[ Both laugh ]

Yes?

Could I have a word, sir?

What am I doing here, Jack?

These aren't my people.

I might say the same thing

myself.

Have another drink.

No, not for me.

I'd go easy on that stuff

if I were you, Daniel.

You know all the right moves.

I wish that were the case.

Excuse me.

DUMBARTON: I've just put funds

in a new venture --

a musical revue in the West End.

Oh, what an exciting investment.

Well, let's hope

it's as successful as "Sunny."

363 nights at the Hippodrome.

Did you see it?

Yes, I did.

It was, um, spectacular.

Would you excuse me, please?

[ Exhales deeply ]

Don't you think

you've had enough?

Forgive the interruption,

but we've organized a hunt

for tomorrow.

Would you like to come?

You would be most welcome, too,

Miss Eliott.

I don't think so.

Slaughtering animals for fun

isn't to our taste.

The kill doesn't thrill.

Excuse me.

How could you be so rude?

I was being honest, unlike you.

What?

I beg your pardon.

You really like these people,

do you?

[ Whispering ]

Keep your voice down.

That wasn't the real you.

It's not the Evie I know.

Daniel.

But you're good at it,

aren't you?

Well, you had me fooled.

Bravo!

Look, I didn't mean it.

- Evie.

- Let me go.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

[ Sighs ]

There.

All it needed was a safety pin.

I don't think he meant to do it.

No one noticed.

Really.

Why in heaven's name

did she bring him here?

I mean, he looks so

out of place, so uncomfortable.

Oh, he hasn't any social graces

whatsoever.

My dear, did you see

his fingernails?

He's an artist, Grandmama.

They say he had an affair

with Celia Romford.

And that business

with Helen Gourlay Hamilton?

MRS. DODDS:

[ Laughs ]

I thought she was keeping him.

You'd think Evangeline Eliott

would have more sense.

[ Chuckles ]

She's rather notorious herself.

Is that so, Mrs. Gurney?

I'll thank you not to spread

malicious rumors about my sister

or to condemn Mr. Page simply

because of his background.

You're judging people

on mere hearsay.

What defense

does any individual have

against such monumental

prejudice?

[ Music ends, applause ]

I heard what you said.

Thank you.

Please don't take any notice

of them.

Is that how people

really perceive me and Daniel?

No.

No one should judge anyone

without knowledge of the truth.

Daniel has always acted

with complete integrity.

I was wrong to blame him

over Celia Romford's portrait.

Forgive me.

The way people condemn him,

I don't blame him for wanting to

live up to their expectations.

Evie, I can't apologize enough.

I'm so embarrassed.

You must forgive my grandmother.

She gets peculiar ideas

about people.

And she has rather overindulged.

I understand.

Thank you.

And don't take any of this

to heart.

Daniel's charming.

And I'd never think those things

about you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Evie, I --

- I think I'll retire now.

Stay a little longer.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Good night.

Well, it's been a long day.

I want to see my daughter.

Good night, Daniel.

JACK:

Good night, Daniel.

Good night, then.

Lucy's sleeping peacefully now.

Nanny seems to have

a magic touch.

I wouldn't contradict her.

You don't think

she's too strict, do you?

No, no, no.

Lucy may be a Maddox in name,

but she's an Eliott by nature.

- She needs a firm hand.

- [ Laughs ]

Bea, there's something

we need to discuss.

Oh?

I told you that Tom was pleased

with this morning's meeting.

He was.

And, um...

I've been thinking about

some of the things he said.

I would like to run

for Parliament.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Do you think you can do it?

Tom seems to think I can.

Jack, a politician

has responsibilities.

Our lives will change

completely.

It would mean hard work,

long hours.

I'd need your support,

and we'd both be very busy.

But at last I'd be in a position

to make a difference.

What about our family?

Lucy.

What about the House of Eliott?

Constant press attention.

Our lives would become

public property.

Well, publicity

needn't always be detrimental.

Let's think about it.

There isn't any urgency,

is there?

No.

They won't call an election

for 18 months, at least.

But if I were to run

and I was elected --

Then I'd be

extremely proud of you.

[ Chuckles ]

Evie.

Evie.

Hello.

I'm sorry.

What happened to best behavior?

Is it really that difficult

to be polite for a few hours?

It is for me.

We're nothing in common

with these people.

[ Sighs ]

And I have?

You wouldn't be

if you didn't have to be.

Yes, but I do have to be.

I've learned to cope

with these occasions

- for the sake of the business.

- Well, I can't.

Can't or won't, Daniel?

Believe me, I did try.

I'd do anything for you, Evie.

But -- But I can't pretend to be

something I'm not.

Your friends sensed deep down I

don't belong, and they're right.

I disgraced myself tonight.

And I embarrassed you.

Our relationship is far more

important than these people.

I'm wrong for you, Evie.

Whatever you do,

no matter how much you try.

I don't care about the Gurneys,

but...

but I can't bear

to see you hurt.

It's the way I am.

I can't change.

I'm not asking you to change.

Perhaps.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe I should stay away

for a while.

Daniel, I want us

to be together.

I'll never fit in.

To be honest, I don't care.

But if it's that important

to you...

to us...well, then I'll try.

I will.

What else can I do?

Marry me.

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