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Then, I sung the "Skylark."

They still wouldn't let me go.

And the landlord, he's calling,

"Time, gentlemen, please."

And everyone, they're yelling

and they're clapping.

And then I sang

"Father, Come Home."

I don't mind waiting here

a little while, Agnes,

but I ain't standing here

all day.

Sorry.

Just a little bit of

concentration won't go amiss.

Here. Look at this.

"House of Eliott

requires manageress

for Bayswater workroom

producing best-quality

ready-to-wear garments.

Must be experienced

in supervision of staff."

Oh, well, it makes sense.

It's been chaos trying to run

both places from here.

You'd think they'd get

one of us to do it.

Well, you're the one

with experience.

Give us Lady Crowborough's gown

or I'm gonna be late.

I'm a little worried

about the drop back.

My ankle seems so bare.

Oh, nonsense.

It suits you perfectly,

Lady Crowborough.

[ Chuckles ]

I should have learned to trust

your judgment by now,

shouldn't I?

Now, I should like to make

an appointment

for you to see my mother.

I want her at my party, and

she really has nothing suitable.

Certainly.

Tilly, would you fetch

the appointments diary,

and we'll sort that out now?

Miss Eliott, I was rather hoping

that you would visit her

at my house.

Well, we don't normally.

PHYLIS:

My mother is approaching 80

and confined to a wheelchair

most of the time.

I will consider it a favor.

Well, in that case,

I'm sure we can arrange

something for next week.

This Friday would suit.

BEA: Well, whatever appointments

I had on Friday,

I now have to cancel them.

I've been summoned

to the Crowborough house.

Really?

To visit Phylis' aging mother.

I don't really mind visiting

as long as it doesn't become

a habit!

You sounded just like Father.

BEA:

Oh, Evie, I didn't.

Mind you, if Daniel

continues to disgrace himself

in front of important clients,

we may find ourselves

having to visit.

That is not fair.

You said yourself

you have misjudged Daniel.

He just takes a little time

to get to know. That's all.

Well,

you'll have plenty of time.

And what do you mean by that?

We've decided to get married.

Still comes as quite a shock

when it happens, though.

He had a minor heart attack

a year ago,

but he'd been taking life easier

since then.

We all thought...

Lovat was a good man.

He was a good politician.

Which brings me

to the inevitable question

of the by-election.

Archie was standing for Newford.

Yes, of course.

It's in a couple

of months' time, isn't it?

TOM:

The 14th of February.

The point is the ILP needs

a new candidate.

Lovat was very impressed

with you, Jack.

You're suggesting

I take his place.

It's not quite as easy as that,

but I am suggesting

that you put yourself forward

to the general committee

for selection as a candidate.

Various other groups

within the party

will want to field

their own candidates --

of course the TUC,

the women's movement.

You would have to convince

the general committee

that you had the best chance

of gaining the seat.

Tom, I'm tempted,

but I hadn't expected to make

a decision about this so soon.

I'd like time to think about it

before I give you an answer.

Of course.

But don't think for too long.

[ Laughter ]

No, please, thank you.

A toast.

Two toasts, in fact.

The first to Beatrice and Jack

for such a lovely evening.

To Beatrice and Jack.

Thank you.

And secondly to Daniel and Evie.

- To Daniel and Evie.

- Daniel and Evie.

Yes. Congratulations.

Daniel, thank you for asking me

to be the best man.

I've always known

I was better than you,

but it's quite nice to have it

admitted in public.

[ Laughter ]

No, really, congratulations.

- Thank you.

- [ Laughter ]

Why don't we all retire

to the drawing room

and Dorothy can bring us

some coffee?

Good idea.

- Evie.

- Hmm?

Um...

Evie, look, I-I know I've made

a bit of an ass of myself

in the past,

but I really do hope you and

Daniel will be happy together.

Well, thank you, Miles.

A professional politician?

Is that your ambition?

I think that this is

the logical conclusion

of everything

I've been trying to say.

What, that you are nothing

but a middle-class dilettante?

Oh!

To the point, as usual.

If I don't say it,

someone else will.

True.

Who else is standing, Jack?

Do you know?

The TUC are putting

Godfrey Simpson forward.

He's a union leader,

strike veteran,

a very experienced campaigner.

Yes, but not really suitable

for the Newford constituency,

darling.

You said so yourself.

And the other candidate

is Lilian Brownlow.

Suffragette, teacher, writer.

Lilian Brownlow.

Isn't she one of the women

who introduced...

to the women's movement?

Yes. She's very impressive.

The point being that even

if I do decide to stand,

it'll be a miracle

if I get selected.

But supposing you do,

what happens then?

Then I stand in the by-election

against Sir John Crowborough.

[ Laughs ]

You don't fight easy battles.

I'll say that for you.

Does he know that you're

standing for selection?

I don't think so. Why?

Well, his wife is a very good

client of ours.

Well, I know her, obviously,

but I've never met him.

- What's he like?

- MILES: John Crowborough?

Oh, um, big industrialist,

philanthropist.

Owns Crowborough Copper.

You're very well informed.

Not really.

I know him through my father.

They were colleagues

at one time.

My father helped fund

his miners' welfare hospital

in northern Rhodesia.

So the man's

a thoroughly good egg.

As far as we know.

When does your party chose

its candidate, Jack?

Soon.

- How soon?

- Three weeks.

But I have to let Tom Patterson

know my decision tomorrow.

- Good afternoon!

- Good afternoon.

Thank you so much for coming.

What a magnificent house.

Thank you.

It was renovated by

my great-great grandfather

in the days of George II.

Wonderful in summer, of course,

but quite impossible

at this time of the year,

which is why one tries to spend

as much of one's time

in Biarritz as possible.

My mother has her own apartments

on the first floor,

if you'll come this way.

I hope you'll make allowances

for my mother, Miss Eliott.

Old people do tend to develop,

shall we say,

a rather difficult manner.

Well, I'm sure we'll get along

splendidly.

- [ Door opens ]

- PHYLIS: Mother!

May I present

Miss Beatrice Eliott,

who's come to help you choose

a gown for the reception?

My mother, Lady Maude Westlake.

Lady Westlake, how do you do?

Delighted to meet you.

Who's that?

This is my fitter,

Mrs. Tilly Foss.

Mother, we agreed.

Miss Eliott has some

beautiful designs to show you.

I'm not interested.

Miss Eliott and her fitter

have come all the way from town

to see you.

Let me show you this,

Lady Westlake.

It arrived from China

only last week.

Isn't it beautiful?

[ Scoffs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Oh, I can't apply for the job.

Why not?

Because if they wanted me

as manageress,

they'd have asked me

in the first place.

That's why.

Not gone advertising it

all over the paper.

You don't know that.

The only way to find out

is to write in and see.

What if I did apply

and they turned me down?

I wouldn't be able to hold

my head up in here again.

But would the asymmetric color

work on the black coat?

Mm. Well, try it and see.

How's the singing going, Agnes?

Ah, loving every minute,

Mr. Bannister.

Packing them in

down the Pig & Whistle, I am.

Good.

Um, I'm down there tonight,

if you fancy coming along

and having a listen.

Oh, I can't, I'm afraid.

I've got other plans.

Maybe Miss Evie would like

to hear you sing.

Yes, I might.

Stepney, isn't it?

Yeah.

Well, I mean, why --

why shouldn't she come?

I mean, I'm -- I'm an artiste,

just like her, ain't I,

in me own way.

Would you like a little more

fullness in the skirt,

Lady Westlake?

Because I am a cripple?

No, because I think

it would look rather elegant

with the draped neck

that you've chosen.

LADY WESTLAKE:

Oh, do as you please.

I shan't be showing my face

at her ridiculous party anyway.

Oh, really?

I thought it all sounded

rather grand.

A tea party for tradesmen.

Yes, I suppose you would.

If I could just take a few

measurements, Lady Westlake.

No.

You've been very patient

with us,

and I know that you are tired.

But we really --

Oh, get on with it!

Get on with it!

How are you getting on?

Lady Westlake has chosen

this design in black.

Oh, yes.

Just the thing.

Terribly elegant.

Miss Eliott, come and have tea

in the drawing room.

My husband's just arrived back.

He'd like to meet you.

Thank you.

Please excuse me, Lady Westlake.

- [ Gasps ]

- Sorry. I'm sorry.

Sit you down.

I'm not completely helpless,

you know?

Her Ladyship has her tea now.

Yours is ready in the kitchen.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

My mother finds the 20th Century

very hard to cope with.

Her heyday was in Delhi

in the 1880s.

She adored her life there.

Mm.

Hundreds of servants, balls,

receptions every night.

She was heartbroken to leave.

Why did she leave?

[ Chuckles ]

Me.

When I was 10,

I nearly died of cholera.

Father doted on me

and declared that India was

no place to bring up a child.

Insisted that Mother and I

return to England.

He stayed on in India.

We never saw him again.

He died within the year.

Mother has never really

forgiven me.

She hates this house,

the cold, the rain.

How very sad.

And, of course,

she loathes my hu--

[ Door opens ]

Ah! John.

Come and meet Miss Eliott.

BEA: Sir John,

I'm delighted to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you,

Miss Eliott.

Every time I write a check, it

seems to have your name on it.

[ Laughs ]

John, Miss Eliott

has persuaded Mother

to choose a gown for the ball.

Where's your magic wand?

In the umbrella stand?

No, I'm very grateful.

A lot of important people

coming to this function.

They'd be very disappointed if

they didn't meet the old trout.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Hello, Barney.

- Hi, Agnes.

Here. You like that new book

of songs I gave you?

Oh, yeah. Yeah,

I liked the Noel Coward,

but I didn't understand the one

about the poor,

little rich girl.

Well, we'll go through it later,

after closing,

see if I can help.

- Barney.

- Hmm?

Do you think I'm any good?

I mean, really?

Yes, I do, sweetheart.

I think you can go a long way

if you put your mind to it.

I wouldn't know where to start.

'Course, in the old days,

I used to know people.

Someone said you used to play

for Ellie McCabe.

Yeah, well, of course, I haven't

seen her for a long time now.

Yeah,

but you could introduce me.

I mean, she might be able to

put in a good word for me.

Go on, Barney, please.

Yeah, well, maybe one day, eh?

Come on.

He's paying us from 7:00.

Oh, I met Sir John Crowborough

this afternoon.

What was he like?

Well, I can't say

I took to the man.

Really? Why not?

Phylis obviously adores him.

I'm just not sure about him.

I feel he only married her

for the family name.

It's clearly his money

that keeps them in that house...

none of which you may use

in your election campaign.

Assuming I get selected.

We must go.

Now, do I look like

a suitably worthy candidate

for selection

by the Independent Labour Party?

I think you do.

Hmm, what about me?

Do I look like

a candidate's wife?

You look like my wife,

which is the important thing.

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, I'll just get you settled,

and then we'll go.

- Are you speaking tonight?

- JACK: No, darling.

Tonight's just a social, chance

to size up the opposition.

Jack!

I'd like you to meet

Edward Palfrey,

chairman

of the selection committee.

Edward.

- How do you do?

I'll introduce you

to Mrs. Brownlow.

Mr. Maddox,

I've read your articles

in support of the living wage.

JACK:

And?

Very interesting...

and very brave,

considering all that fuss

about your wife's business.

On the contrary,

once we found out about things,

I felt it was even

more important

to support the campaign.

There's some who might say

you should have found out

about things a little earlier.

Are you easily deceived?

I would say not.

[ Piano plays ]

♪ If I should plant

a tiny seed of love ♪

♪ In the garden of your heart ♪

♪ Would it grow to be

a great, big love someday? ♪

♪ Or would it die

and fade away? ♪

♪ Would you care for it? ♪

If she stopped twittering around

so much,

she'd actually be very good.

Stop changing the subject.

Evie, there's only so much

to be said about weddings.

I draw the line

at Westminster Abbey,

but I'll go along

with anything else.

- All right?

- All right.

Just give me a list of friends

you'd like to invite

and set a date

when I can meet your parents.

♪ Busy little honeybees

were buzzing to and fro ♪

EVIE:

Daniel?

She should stick

to the sad songs.

She's better at those.

- EVIE: What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Something's upset you.

Tell me what it is.

Evie, make it a day

you'll enjoy,

but if you want me to, as well,

then forget about my parents.

You know we haven't spoken

for years,

and we're all perfectly happy

for it to carry on like that.

I don't want to invite them.

They wouldn't come

even if I did.

Wouldn't it make it worse,

getting married

without even telling them?

Does it matter that much?

It does to me, yes.

Well, I'm sorry.

Would they disapprove of me?

[ Scoffs ] Don't be silly.

Daniel, I never had

a proper family.

Even if we never see them again,

let me meet them.

Will you give me

a moment's peace if you don't?

No.

All right, but don't blame me

when it turns into a disaster.

[Applause ]

[ Sheep bleating ]

How are your feet?

I have walked before, you know?

We'll be able to get a trap

to take us back to the station.

Is that why you haven't told me

about your family before?

You're really an errant son

of the landed gentry?

No.

Come on. Let's get going.

Hello, Dan.

I was watching for you.

Evie, this is my mother.

Ma, this is Evie Eliott.

Delighted to meet you,

Mrs. Page.

Oh.

DANIEL:

Hello, Dad. How are you?

Dad, this is my fiancée,

Evie Eliott.

Mr. Page.

[ Sighs ]

How do you do?

Sit there.

EVIE:

Thank you.

Keeping well, are you?

Yes. We're fine.

I --

We have a terrible flu here

all winter.

The whole village has had it

sometime or other.

Hmm.

Still doing painting, are you?

Yes.

Things are starting to really --

Taking on something there.

You'll be keeping him

if you're not careful.

Oh.

Actually, Daniel's paintings

are very good.

He's --

Would you mind doing the table

for me?

No.

No, no.

MARY:

Is he here?

Dan!

Hello, Sprout!

How are you?

Don't call me that.

Mary, this is Evie.

- Hello.

- Dan's told me all about you.

- Really?

Sent a drawing of you

in his last letter.

Do you want to see it?

Mary, help your ma

with the table.

Don't just stand there

letting visitors do it.

Yes, Dad.

Mary's got herself a good job in

the big house now, haven't you?

Yeah.

What do you do?

Bit of cooking, bit of cleaning,

babysitting on nanny's day off.

I thought you wanted to take

that place

at Cheltenham School of Art.

She's earning

two bob a week more

than any other girl

in the village.

We can't afford more than one

in the family

messing about like you.

I don't think I've done

too badly.

Well, maybe you have

different standards.

And what's that

supposed to mean?

Ah!

You come into the kitchen

with me.

Never mind them.

It's all my fault.

I should never have mentioned

his painting.

I knew it would end

with fighting.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sure Daniel

didn't want an argument.

No one ever wants one.

They just happen.

Was Mary very keen

to go to Cheltenham?

Well, you know what young girls

are like.

But Bill's put his foot down,

so...

You chose the way

you wanted to live

the day you walked out of here.

You don't come back and start

interfering in the way we live.

I'm not interfering.

I just think Mary ought to be

allowed to choose.

BILL: I know what's best

for me family.

Mary'll do as she's told.

She's not going to Cheltenham,

London, or anywhere else,

living with strangers and --

and getting into fast ways.

- But, Dad --

- No!

Mr. Page, Daniel and I would be

only too happy

for Mary to come and stay

with us.

I know it's none of my business,

but --

No, madame, it's not,

and I'll tell you for why.

Two people living

under the same roof

without...blessing.

That's what I'm talking about.

This is a decent,

hardworking family.

You've been reading my letters.

It was for your own good, Mary.

I'm sorry.

I think you're being

very unfair, Mr. Page.

Well, if that is your opinion,

Miss Eliott,

the sooner we part company,

the better.

[ Door closes ]

I'm sorry.

♪ After the dancers' leaving ♪

♪ After the stars are gone ♪

♪ Many a heart is aching ♪

♪ If you could read them all ♪

♪ Many the hopes

that have vanished ♪

♪ After the ball ♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Hello, Ellie.

Still knocking them cold,

then, eh?

- Barney!

- [ Laughs ]

Where have you been

all this time?

Oh, here and there.

Miss McCabe, I'd like you

to meet Miss Agnes Clarke.

Hello.

I'm ever so pleased to meet you.

Come 'round my dressing room.

We'll have a drink.

Yeah, all right.

Agnes sings down a pub

in Stepney.

Ever so good she is.

Long as you're not expecting me

to find a job for her.

[ Laughs ]

Now, would I do that?

It's hard these days, love.

Wireless sets, picture shows.

I couldn't help if you was

Lillie Langtry yourself.

Got me work cut out

keeping me own job going.

[ Both laugh ]

Now...

BEA: Joseph, have you selected

a short list of candidates

for the manageress at Bayswater?

JOSEPH: I have, and I think

you should see this one first.

BEA: Oh, my goodness.

How embarrassing.

It just never occurred to me.

Madge has always seemed

so dismissive.

Well, she'd make

an ideal manageress.

But of course she would.

Whatever must she be thinking?

Shall I have a word with her?

No. Hold the interviews

as arranged.

And if Madge is the most

suitable applicant,

as I am sure she will be,

then she'll feel she's won

the position fair and square.

Why do Daniel and his father

hate each other so much?

I didn't find out.

Oh, it was a dreadful visit,

Miles.

[ Chuckles ]

His father reminded me of mine.

I almost wish we hadn't gone

at all.

But his mother was nice to you?

As much as she dared.

I never knew my mother,

but I couldn't help wondering

watching Mrs. Page

whether my mother

was as cowed as she was.

Still, I've sent them

an invitation

whether they like it or not.

What did Daniel say about that?

He doesn't know.

Ugh!

It feels terrible!

We're nearly there.

It will feel easier

when it's finished and lined,

Lady Westlake.

How many hooks and eyes

do you intend putting into it?

20.

I see.

I shall have to plead

with my daughter or that servant

to strap me in it right.

And then I may have to beg

for the smallest consideration.

I shall be carried downstairs,

forced to talk

to all those ghastly people,

handed from one to the other.

Oh, no, Miss Eliott.

It will not feel easier.

I've done all that needs doing,

Miss Bea.

Good. Thank you, Tilly.

Lady Crowborough would like to

see you for a moment, miss.

Can't you ever knock?!

I shan't be a moment.

May I not even have any privacy

in my own house?

Come on.

Let's get you out of this.

[ Speaks Hindi ]

Don't you call me stupid.

You were being clumsy and inept.

I was doing my job

and doing my best to help,

and I don't deserve

to be spoken to like that.

I can manage perfectly well

on my own, thank you.

Very well.

I'll put my things away, then.

Mrs. Foss,

I should be grateful

for your assistance.

Thank you for your time,

Miss Johnson.

We'll be in touch as soon as

we've taken a decision.

Uh, Mrs. Althorpe, would you

come through now, please?

- Do sit down.

- MADGE: Oh, thank you.

[ Clears throat ]

Now, then, Mrs. Althorpe,

tell me why you'd like

the position of manageress

at Bayswater.

Well...

I don't really speak Hindi.

It's just my dad was out there

in the army,

and he used to teach me

the odd word when I was little.

I can count to five,

and I know a few swear words

and all.

My mother would have had

a servant thrashed

for answering back

the way you did to me.

Yeah?

Well, I best be grateful

I'm not doing a fitting for her,

then, eh?

One can't explain.

It was a different world.

Sometimes my bones ache

for the warmth.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

- All finished?

- Just about.

Then we shall say goodbye,

Lady Westlake.

The car is waiting outside.

Do you want me to take you back

to the window so you can read?

If you please.

Thank you.

- TILLY: Goodbye.

- BEA: Goodbye.

[ Speaks Hindi ]

What did you say to her?

I told her to stop being

so horrible

or I'll have to stick pins

in her.

[ Gasps, laughs ]

Perhaps I should try that

with Lady Dartford.

[ Laughs ]

Thank you so much.

I believe the next fitting's

Tuesday, week.

- That's right, yes.

- Splendid.

LADY WESTLAKE: Take me back

to the window this minute!

WOMAN: You asked to be moved

behind that table,

and now I'm trying to tidy up!

LADY WESTLAKE: Put that down

or you'll break it!

WOMAN:

...I will!

I do hope that the weather keeps

fine for your trip back to town.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Bye.

What the devil's going on?!

I have never been

so embarrassed.

I'm sorry, but I can't take

any more from your mother!

What?

I'll pack my things and be

out of the cottage tonight.

This time, she's gone too far.

I'll deal with it.

Poor Phylis.

Yeah.

I've never felt such a fool

in all me life,

telling him about me experience.

I mean, he knows it

as well as I do.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Yes, I have to get on.

Mm, no idea.

- Hello.

- Oh, hello.

- Hello, Norman.

- Evening.

Well, we'd best get off.

We'll miss our bus.

Night-night!

- Night.

- Good night.

- Wasn't expecting this.

- No.

Well, I finished the veg

and scrubbed down in there.

But I got so fed up, I decided

to knock off half an hour early.

Won't you get in trouble

for that?

I don't care if I do.

Oh, come on. What's wrong?

Jimmy got that job

at Claridge's.

Does that mean you're gonna be

made up to sous-chef?

No.

It means Carter gets made up,

and I stay where I am.

Come on.

MADGE: I can't wait to see

Miss Evie in this.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, I got me invitation

this morning.

Couldn't believe it.

There it was, beautiful gold

edging and curly, black writing.

[ Laughter ]

- You get yours yet?

- Oh, yeah.

A joint invitation for us both.

I expect mine'll be there

when I get home tonight.

Yeah. I'm looking forward to it,

you know?

They say it takes one wedding

to bring on another.

Do you think you two

will ever end up --

Agnes!

I suppose not,

even if Gerry eventually agrees

to divorce me.

Dora won't set you free,

will she?

Madge let me take it

out of that long, black skirt

she brought back from America.

It will take me two seconds

to tuck it in.

[ Sighs ]

Zip fasteners are hardly

haute couture, Tilly.

Well, you can be

as haute couture as you like,

but if the poor, old girl

can't do herself up in it,

it ain't much good to her,

is it?

Well, be prepared to replace it

with hooks

if she creates a fuss.

Eh, she'll be all right.

You know, I am very impressed

by the way you're dealing

with Lady Westlake.

I find her

a very difficult woman.

She's just used to

a different way of doing things.

That's all.

And I daresay she's got a lot

to put up with.

Not as much as Phylis,

I imagine.

When my daughter introduced you

to me, Miss Eliott,

I understood it was as

a couturier, not an ironmonger.

We can always replace it

with the hooks if you'd prefer.

Mm...leave it as it is.

In that case, I'll stitch it on

properly so you can try it on.

I don't think we should bother

about that.

I'm sure it'll be perfect!

[ Laughs ]

So sorry to have left you.

So much to do

before a big party.

A party which I

will not be attending.

Mother, you don't have to stay

for long,

but John would appreciate it

if you could --

I don't give a damn

what John thinks.

I will not stand by and

watch you humiliating yourself

in front of him

on every possible occasion.

Perhaps we could discuss

this later, Mother.

Why? So you can --

Shut up!

Please, just -- just this once,

please, just shut up!

Excuse me.

[ Sighs ]

Why do parents feel compelled

to hurt their children?

[ Sighs ]

I don't know.

Am I unreasonable?

It's not a great deal to ask

that she at least tolerates

the man that I love.

He's my husband, whatever --

I know.

I don't mean to be unkind

to her.

Of course you don't.

If only she'd love me

a little bit more.

You are fortunate

not to have had any children,

Mrs. Foss.

They bring only a sadness that

you are blessed to have avoided.

I think we should, um,

see it on you just this once.

I daresay this weather's not

very good for your arthritis,

is it?

I know that with --

Oh, Lady Westlake.

What have you done?

I fell.

Did you?

It looks more to me

like someone's grabbed you

and given you a good shaking.

Does your daughter know

about this?

Oh, yes.

She knows.

Madge, would you come up to my

office when you have a minute?

I've got a minute now, Mr. Wint.

Thank you.

What a day.

Don't bother coming up.

You go straight on home.

Aw, thanks, Miss Bea.

- Good night.

I got the job!

- Oh, well done!

- Shh!

I start the 1st of next month.

Oh, congratulations!

- Thanks.

- [ Clears throat ]

I'm afraid

I can't tell you the order

in which you

and the other candidates

will be asked to speak tonight.

The selection committee

will let us know when we arrive.

I'd prefer to go last

so I can listen to what Brownlow

and Simpson have to say

and alter my speech accordingly.

TOM:

You won't get the chance.

You will have to sit outside

when they speak.

Besides, don't try to think

on your feet.

You'll only have 10 minutes.

10 minutes is all I need.

I know what I want to say.

I dismiss terms such as

feminism, Mr. Palfrey,

but the effects of it,

the maternity welfare clinics,

the schools, the day nurseries,

the campaign for adequate

pensions for war widows --

these are most relevant.

Newford has a great many

enfranchised female breadwinners

who will not return

to their prewar status.

And, most importantly,

through their children,

they are the architects

of the future.

Let me speak for them, and you

have the future in your hands.

Thank you, Miss Brownlow.

If you'd be good enough

to ask Mr. Maddox to come in.

Yes, of course.

To paraphrase Wellington,

I don't know

how she'll affect the Tories,

but, my God, she terrifies me.

[ Chuckles ]

Ah. Mr. Maddox.

Mr. John Maddox.

[Applause ]

Well, Mr. Maddox, we have heard

Miss Brownlow and Mr. Simpson

tell us their reasons

for wanting to represent

the Independent Labour Party

in the forthcoming by-election.

You have 10 minutes

to tell us yours.

I'm not sure that I can.

I don't know that I do want to.

But I can tell you why I need to

and, more importantly, why the

Newford constituents need me.

There's one for you.

Thanks.

It's from George Holt,

my old tutor at Cheltenham.

He wants to have dinner with me.

I wonder why.

Evie, is everything all right?

Daniel, don't be angry.

I-I had to do something.

I couldn't just let things rest

as they were.

[ Chuckles ] What on earth

are you talking about?

I wrote and invited your parents

to the wedding.

With the greatest respect

to Mr. Simpson

and Miss Brownlow,

I would point out

that each of their campaigns,

however admirable,

will only appeal to a limited

section of the constituency.

In contrast, the central

principle of the living wage

is that it benefits society

as a whole.

Now, encouraging manufacturers

to invest in their own workforce

rather than abroad may lead

to lower profits at first,

but in the long run,

the increased spending power

of their workers

means that these manufacturers

will have created a new market

for their goods.

This is not

a constituency issue.

I make no apologies for that.

Is it a national one.

It affects, benefits

the whole nation.

And that, ladies and gentlemen,

is what the Independent

Labour Party is here for.

[Applause ]

How dare you go behind my back?!

You're just like your father.

Selfish, domineering.

[ Scoffing ] Selfish?

Why is that selfish?

I'm trying to keep you

out of all this!

Well, you know exactly how much

I need to be a part of it!

Evie, you're marrying me,

not my family!

Well, I'm not sure I want to

marry anyone who's only prepared

to share part of their life

with me.

Evie...

Evie, I need you.

Don't do this to me.

Then trust me

like you expect me to trust you.

Daniel, let me in.

That's what I should have said

10 years ago,

only I didn't have the words.

Everything I ever knew

about art,

everything I ever wanted to do

with it came from Dad,

and he was much better than me.

He could carve a wooden fish

you'd be scared to touch

in case it wriggled away.

It was fine when I was little.

He was proud of me.

The first trouble came when

I was sacked off the big farm.

I'd been up late painting,

overslept,

missed milking again,

and that was it.

Dad told me it was time

I settled down,

forgot all this nonsense,

like he'd done.

I told him he was a frightened,

old man who'd wasted his talent

for a pennyworth of security.

From then on,

things just got worse.

Then, one day, the vicar asked

me if I'd made up my mind

about the art school place

he got for me.

I said I didn't know

what he was talking about.

He said he'd given

all the papers to Dad.

So I went home.

I said, "What was going on?

What papers?"

I said,

"What's the vicar on about?"

[ Sighs ]

He went to the dresser,

took the papers out of a drawer,

and tore them up in front of me.

"Not for the likes of us,"

he said.

[ Breathes heavily ]

I went upstairs, packed a bag,

and walked out.

Saturday was the first time

I've seen him since.

[ Sighs ]

That's it, really.

Both of us feel betrayed.

Now it's too late.

We'll see.

In the voting for a candidate

to represent

the Independent Labour Party

in the Newford constituency,

the results are as follows.

Mr. Godfrey Simpson, 14 votes,

Mr. John Maddox, 18 votes,

and Miss Lilian Brownlow,

19 votes.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

There being three candidates,

Mr. Simpson will withdraw

his candidature,

and the committee

will recast their votes

between Miss Brownlow

and Mr. Maddox.

May I have your attention,

please?

The results of the second ballot

are as follows --

Miss Lilian Brownlow, 24 votes,

Mr. John Maddox, 27 votes.

I therefore declare

Mr. John Maddox

to be our prospective

parliamentary candidate

for the Newford constituency.

- Thank you.

- [Applause ]

You look wonderful.

And so do you.

[ Chuckles ]

Well,

everything's under control,

nanny's holding the fort,

so I think we'd better leave.

Otherwise, Evie will be

wondering where we've gone to.

You're still worrying

over little sister, are you?

Please let me.

It's her wedding day.

After all, I won't get

the chance again, will I?

[ Organ playing ]

All set?

Be happy.

[ Organ playing ]

Dearly beloved, we are gathered

together in the sight of God

and in the face

of this congregation

to join together

this man and this woman

in holy matrimony.

- Champagne?

- Thank you.

Jack, Bea, let me introduce you.

This is my mother, Peggy Page,

my sister, Mary.

Evie's sister, Beatrice,

and her husband, Jack Maddox.

Yes, I'm delighted to meet you.

- How do you do?

- Hello, hello.

Let me introduce you to some --

You did that picture

about strikers, didn't you?

Yes. Yes, I did.

I saw that at Cheltenham.

Emma Caslin --

she's my favorite.

Congratulations,

Miss Eli-- um, Mrs. Page.

[ Laughter ]

- Mr. Page.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Oh, Miss Evie,

you do look a picture.

I was saying to Norman

isn't it funny how we both made

each other's wedding dresses.

Well, we've come

a long way together, Tilly.

Yeah, we have.

Aw, it's been such a nice day.

I hope you won't be too offended

'cause me and Norman

have got to leave now.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, of course not.

Well, thank you for coming.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Bye-bye.

Here, um...what does this

Lady Westlake want anyway?

Oh, she just wants to chat.

I think I'm the only one

that ever listens to her.

I'm all right.

I'm just -- It's just...

Well, it's just sometimes I envy

people being able to show off

how happy they are.

That's all.

I know.

Uh, oh, dear.

Um, I almost forgot.

I've got you a little present.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Gasps ]

Oh, Charles!

Now, you're to wear this

and you can show it off

to whoever you want to.

You and me will know

what it means.

You all right?

That honeysuckle

needs cutting back.

It'll be all over the place

come spring.

I know.

NORMAN:

I can drive.

I don't have a motor of me own,

though.

And in your employment

as a chef,

what kind of food do you cook?

All sorts.

Depends what's on the menu.

But can you cook good, plain,

English dishes?

Yeah, of course.

How was your party?

Did you manage all right?

Mrs. Foss,

I did not invite you here

to discuss my daughter's

social arrangements.

I wished to find out

if your husband was suitable.

Suitable?

I am offering you both

a position in my household.

You shall be my companion and

do a little light housekeeping.

You shall be chef, chauffeur,

and general handyman.

I am offering £200 jointly

per annum,

and there is a furnished cottage

behind the stables

which you may use.

There are two bedrooms

in the cottage,

so any children

may be accommodated,

but I shall not expect

your domestic affairs

to interfere with mine.

Well, will you come

and work for me?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Who's your letter from?

George Holt.

You know those study bursaries

I told you about?

Mm-hmm.

I've been awarded one of them.

Daniel, that's marvelous!

Evie, it's for a year, starting

at the end of next month.

So?

A year in Paris.

Oh. What a shame.

What a shame you have to turn

down such a wonderful offer.

Daniel, you are going to

turn it down, aren't you?

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