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Mr Ranby, I'm Madge and this is Tilly.

We just wanted to say we are absolutely..

Sorry?

You walk up to me and say you're sorry?

You made her life a misery,

do you know that?

You sent her to her grave.

Oh please, we only meant..

Only meant to disobey her,

only meant to defy her

and that support you gave her,

but I don't suppose you even noticed, did you?

How she slaved for you?

How at wits end she was because of these two?

Please Mr Ranby,

couldn't we talk about this..

I have nothing to say to you.

Ask them what happened.

She felt responsible, Florence did.

You should have seen the trouble she was having.

You should have noticed.

Hard working she was,

and as loyal as they come.

Wouldn't hear a word against you,

and look where it got her.

Just look where it got her.

Evie, did he hurt you?

No.

We are awful.

Well, go on then.

Oh, that was the one that Florence was working..

So? Look, someone's got to finish Mrs Simmond's suit.

Oh, Betty, a little job for you.

It's just the sleeves.

They're a touch too long.

Florence had the new land pin ready, see?

Poor Mr Ranby.

I didn't mean Florence any harm, honest.

She was difficult though,

wasn't she Tilly?

It wasn't all our fault, was it?

Well, it feels like it,

now she's dead and gone.

I won't forget the look on his face,

not as long as I live.

What? Sitting in the dark?

How'd it go?

You make it sound like a scene

in one of your films Jack.

It was a funeral.

How do you think it went?

Must have been very unpleasant for you.

Mr Ranby is right Jack.

We should have been more aware

of the difficulties Florence was having.

No, I think we were aware really.

Just seemed easier

in the light of all our other problems

to ignore it and just hope

they'd sort it out themselves.

Bea, you can't do everything.

The man was upset,

it's natural enough.

Try not to dwell on it darling.

I'm surrounded by trouble these days Jack.

This business with Saroyan

is worrying me more and more each day.

I know you don't like me to talk about it Jack,

but I don't know what to do.

Then we'd have a word with Joseph?

Try and pin him down a bit

on these suspicions of his.

Well, Joseph's hardly a fanciful man Jack.

Something odd is going on.

Relax Bea, it's late.

I'm tired.

I'm going to have a bath.

Either look where you're going

or go where you're looking.

Sorry Mabel.

Cutting a bit fine again Agnes?

Sorry.

Morning ladies. Madge, Tilly,

would you come through to my office please?

Who's it gonna be then, eh?

Taking Florence's place?

One of them two,

or will they get someone else in?

So what we propose Madge

is to make you head of both workrooms.

Thank you Ms. Beatrice.

And to promote you Tilly

to head seamstress overall,

if you think you can cope.

Oh, I can now Ms. Bea.

I will be so much more sure of myself without Florence

and I don't mean any disrespect by that.

I know it was just her way.

She didn't mean me any harm.

No, we understand Tilly,

but you're sure you can cope?

-I'm sure I can. - Good.

Well, that's settled then. Yes Madge?

It's not the workrooms that's bothering me,

but there's no one

to replace Florence's as cutter, is there?

Say what you like about Florence

but there's nobody here

can cut like she could.

It's an education just to watch her,

and now we're doing more tailored day wear,

where we need someone that good.

A trained tailor?

A cutter with couture experience

in one of the bigger houses perhaps?

If we're gonna build up the day where we do Ms. Beatrice.

Well, we'll make some inquiries

but in the meantime,

We can manage, don't you worry.

Thank you both.

Oh thank you Ms. Bea and Ms. Evie.

They were Florence's.

One has to be extremely careful these days.

Gentle with the press, becoming rather a nuisance.

Only last week,

my husband was caught suppressing a yawn

at Sarah Wellthrost's wedding.

Ready Elizabeth?

Evangeline?

Now that's sitting much better, isn't it?

Yes. It feels better too.

Good. Now Alice was telling me

you wanted to see some designs

for autumn day wear?

Oh yes, I wanted something plain, almost casual,

in a light tweed perhaps.

Well, let's see what we have.

Elizabeth, how lovely to see you.

Beatrice, oh I can't tell you how pleased I am

with the work you're doing for me,

and Evangeline has been showing me

some delicious things for the autumn.

Oh good, I am pleased.

-Evangeline. -Hello.

I've come to collect Elizabeth.

Oh, of course.

She's with my sister.

I'll just tell them you're here.

They know I'm here.

Are you on your way from the house?

Yes, a committee meeting earlier this afternoon.

This must come a poor second best

to taking tea on the terrace

overlooking the Thames,

especially on a day like this.

Now I mustn't keep Alexander waiting any longer,

but before I go,

let me tell you about Gwendoline.

She's married my cousin Teddy, darling boy,

far too young to have taken on a Dukedom,

but she needs guidance Beatrice with her wardrobe,

so I'm sending her to you.

Promise me you'll take the greatest care of her.

Elizabeth, I would be delighted. Thank you.

It looks to me exactly like a drip sand castle.

Absolutely!

What looks like a drip sand castle?

The houses of parliament of Angeline Furneaux, Beatrice.

Yes they do.

How very apt,

she's the most bizarre building.

Have you ever been inside

the palace of Westminster Evangeline?

No, never.

Oh, but you should,

you'd love it.

I'd love to, maybe someday.

Alexander shall take you on his guided tour.

He knows all its secrets.

Range it now my dear or you'll forget to.

Bea?

-You ready? -For what?

Drive you home.

Goodness gracious.

This is a nightmare.

I have two bridesmaids.

One is five foot nine and skeletal.

The other one is built like Humpty Dumpty.

If I'm not careful,

the 40 ski wedding is going to look absurd.

I have to finish this.

It's going to take me some time.

You hadn't forgotten you were going to talk to Joseph?

No, but not today.

Jack, you promised.

All right, all right.

Then I can finish this.

There you go sir.

I'm relieved.

About what?

Knowing how Mr Saroyan feels about me.

Oh, I thought..

That I was going to dismiss you? Far from it.

Now what I want to talk to you about

is the basis of your accusations against Ralph Saroyan.

We all have our theories.

What they don't have is any actual proof, real evidence.

Right, I was working at the bank.

There was always a chance

I camp on something of that nature, but now..

So, all we have to go on are your suspicions?

Is anyone still working for Saroyan

who might be able to help?

Not that I know of,

and no one I trust.

Mr Saroyan is always very careful in that respect.

That's why he got rid of me.

That so?

If there's anything I can do, I'll do it.

The question is what?

Indeed.

Let's have the other half, shall we?

-Morning? -Morning.

Button hole if I may.

-You can do the honour. -Yes.

Thank you.

Jack, how much longer will this take?

For God's sake,

do you think I'm doing this for fun?

I am fixing the car as quickly as I can.

Jack, I should be at my desk by now.

No one is indispensable my dear.

The roof of the house to valleys

is unlikely to fall in

just because you're half an hour late for work.

I have an appointment with Saroyan now.

Where are you going?

To catch a bus.

Mr Saroyan, good morning.

And to you.

I'm afraid neither Ms. Beatrice

nor Ms. Evangeline is here yet.

Really?

Ms. Beatrice is always here by this time.

I'm sure she will be at any moment,

or do you care for a cup of coffee while you wait?

Thank you.

Excellent coffee, thank you.

Tell me, do you enjoy your work here Ms.?

It's Mrs?

Burgoyne, Alice Burgoyne

and thank you.

Yes, I'm very happy here.

And it's fashion or passion with you too Mrs Burgoyne?

Hardly a passion.

I save that for my roses.

No, we share an interest.

I have been a compulsive collector

of the rarest species of tea rose for..

Well, it's too long now.

What did you think of the show?

The Chelsea show this year?

I'm afraid I didn't see it.

I lost my husband recently, you see?

And I haven't been about much since.

Oh indeed, I'm sorry to hear that,

but life goes on you know?

Life goes on.

Yes.

The physic garden I think is my favourite.

-Do you know it? -No.

You should, you should.

It's quite beautiful.

Mrs Burgoyne, would you why wonder

care to dine with me one evening?

An hour or two over a pleasant meal?

We could discuss the relative merits of the various hybrids,

compare remedies for black spot.

What do you say?

Thank you, I'd like to.

Mr Saroyan, I'm so sorry to be so late.

Perhaps you would come straight through to my office?

If I may.

Good morning Alice.

Morning Ms. Eliott

Thank you.

Jack had some trouble with his motorcar.

Well?

They're all in order.

Then you can see that my faith in Joseph

has not being misplaced.

Please sit down.

Thank you. However, there is a great deal of wastage.

Here, here, here, here.

Well, I've marked it all the way through,

but what really astonishes me

and what is costing your firm

a considerable sum of money each month

is that you are failing to take advantage

of your 30 day credit terms.

In some cases,

you're paying on the invoice

rather than waiting for the statement.

But if we owe them money..

Then you keep it for as long as you can.

You allow it to earn interest for us in our account

rather than for them in theirs.

This is common practise,

I do assure you.

What you're doing at the moment is naive to say the least.

We have always paid our bills on time.

No, indeed, but not always

at the time most advantageous to us.

We take pride in being on good terms with our suppliers.

Ms. Eliott, they are not going to think

any of the worst of you

for employing proper business practise.

Quite the reverse.

They'll respect you for it.

Now, the procedure is quite simple.

At the end of each month, Mr Wint

will bring the checks to my chief accountant's office.

I will countersign them

and they will then be dispatched

on the appropriate dates.

I do not consider that necessary.

However I do Ms. Eliott,

so you will please instruct Mr Wint accordingly.

Thank you Herman.

I need kitting out completely, everything.

The glorious 12.

The opera, the races, the dances, the cocktail parties.

Lady Montford suggested I put myself entirely in your hands.

I like to think I know what suits me,

but what suits me might not be quite acceptable,

and now I must make certain

that I always look absolutely correct

for Teddy Edward, my husband,

the Duke of Bridgewater, you see?

Oh, but isn't this colour divine?

But a bit on the bright side, yes?

I can tell by your faces,

I'm not stupid.

Well, I think perhaps a softer shade

would be more flattering to your skin tones.

And more acceptable.

The overall effect must be..

Of elegance, restrained elegance.

Yes, but not to restrain, no.

Ms. Beatrice, there's someone to see you.

It's Mr Ranby.

He's in your office.

Please excuse me your grace.

Mr Ranby.

These are for the two young ladies Ms. Eliott,

Madge and Tilly,

with my humblest apologies to them

and to you and your sister.

I shouldn't have spoken like that the other day.

It was out of order.

Yes, well, we were all very upset that day Mr Ranby.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Things might so easily been different you see?

If only I'd listened to her.

Work was getting on top of her.

She wanted to leave

and I persuaded her not to.

Still, there's no point

in going over it and over it.

I've realised that.

Must be very difficult for you alone without..

Without Florence?

Don't be afraid to say her name Ms. Eliott.

People think it upsets me,

but I like to hear her name.

I'm managing, thank you.

Take it a day at a time

like you're supposed to,

and my employers have been very understanding.

I'm a tailor you know?

They're a nice bunch I work with.

It'll get easier as time passes.

Well, I should be going.

Florence is very much missed here too, you know?

She was appreciated and respected.

These belonged to her.

-I thought perhaps.. -Thank you.

Yes, respected but not liked. No.

She meant well Ms. Eliott.

Now goodbye Mr Ranby.

Thank you for your understanding miss Eliott, goodbye.

Goodbye.

How did you get home?

Poor man, he is so ashamed of his outburst the other day.

He asked me to apologise to you

and he's brought these flowers

for Madge and Tilly.

Evie, did you know he was a tailor?

I wondered whether he might make

a suitable cutter for us here.

Well, Bea, we don't know anything about his work.

That's true.

I doubt he'd have the kind of experience

in couture cutting that we need.

And it might be difficult for him here.

Too many memories ought I say.

Oh, Bea, I shan't be here this afternoon.

The Montford car has come to pick me up

to court to three.

Of course, it's your houses of parliament treat.

Is he going to give you tea on the terrace?

I should insist on it.

The first palace of Westminster

occupied by Edward the confessor,

and was the official residence of the sovereign

till Henry VIII helped himself to Whitehall palace.

After a fire,

it was largely restored by Richard II,

who was responsible for the hammer-beam roof

in Westminster hall.

Would you mind showing me where Guy Fawkes

hid his bowels of gunpowder?

It was in the cellars under the old patio, isn't it?

You don't need a guide Evangeline.

Tell me, what else do you know?

Not much I'm afraid.

Only that after the big fire in 1834,

the architect of the new building

was chosen by open competition,

Sir Charles Barry.

Probably died before the completion of the new building.

Charles lived to see the official opening though,

by Queen Victoria.

In 1852.

Bravo.

This is one of our committee rooms.

This is where you work?

Sometimes.

How can you better be in such a gloomy place?

Evie.

Oh.

No, no. Come on in gentlemen.

We were just leaving.

Tea?

It could have been very embarrassing for both clients

but no harm came to either in the end.

It was difficult to keep a straight face.

Alice, forgive me.

Don't you ever find it irksome

working for those two young women?

I mean, their knowledge of both couture,

besides your own.

It must pay, your intuitiveness.

In my opinion, the Ms. Eliott's

are both talented and hardworking.

I enjoy working for them.

Hardly professional though.

Couple of green girls.

They're plain and playing a big fashion designers.

You're loyal.

Sweet Alice. Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown.

A blush with delight at the sight of your smile,

and trembled with fear,

but your frown.

Have a brandy?

No. No thank you.

It's getting rather late,

I think I should be going.

I think you should be lingering

and opening up a brandy my dear.

I really would like to go home now Ralph, please.

I've offended you?

I'm sorry, perhaps I misunderstood you.

I thought we were to have dinner tonight simply as friends.

I thought, I believed you understood my circumstances.

I'm not ready yet.

Sweet darling, don't be hasty.

Don't be hasty.

Consider what I can offer you.

I don't wish to consider anything of the sort.

If I've misled you in any way, I apologise.

Thank you for dinner, goodnight.

Betty, the Duchess of Bridgewater

will be here in a tick

for a fitting of her afternoon gown.

She needs it for Monday without fail.

Take it through to the fitting room, will you?

And girls, the Duchess is very friendly and that,

but remember your places please.

when you're attending to her.

Hey look, she got a picture in today's paper.

Her and her Duke, Teddy.

Loves young dreamy?

Oh, look at that one of lord and lady Montford.

She's wearing that Chinese silk coated fur.

Oh, don't she look lovely.

I must get on.

Betty, don't be long with that dress.

Oh no, my flowers.

Oh my God.

Here, help me Sam. Come on.

Are you all right?

-Oh dear. -Oh, what a shame.

Here.

Madam, you're very kind.

Hey, I know you.

I've seen you on the stage.

You're Gwen Garland, aren't you?

Good morning.

There you are,

there you are.

For you, and for you Agnes.

Good morning Duchess,

would you care to come this way please?

Thank you.

All right, now come on. That's it.

Betty, will you put them in water?

The rest of you, back to work.

Need to look where I'm going.

Well, where are you going?

Nowhere in particular.

Oh now, there's a cabin to the East.

That's just where I'm headed.

We can go together.

What? You and me?

Yes, me and you.

Hey, fancy an ice cream sundae?

Well, I don't know.

Of course you do,

a pretty girl like you.

You like working at the house of Eliott,

and do you?

I do now work there.

I saw you come out the door.

Oh.

And I saw the Duchess of Bridgewater come out too.

Yeah, well you would've,

cause we're doing all their clothes this evening.

She's ever so nice,

not stuck up at all.

What's your job then?

Mr. Eric Bulmer.

Reporter, The Daily Messenger.

I'm on the society news column.

Fancy.

-Come to think of it, -Agnes.

Come to think of it Agnes,

you and I might be able

to do a little bit of business together.

What sort of business?

-Snippets. -Snippets?

Yeah, this and that,

tittle tattle, gossip if you like.

Information you pick up in the course of your duty.

See what I mean?

Well I don't know.

There's no harm in it.

It's innocent fun. Absolutely confidential.

It's useful for me,

and a little bit extra for you, right?

Give us a tinkle anytime.

The number's on the card.

Gotta go now.

Hey, are you all right?

Yes, perfectly. Why?

You look a bit tired

Meaning old, meaning plain.

That's exactly what I wanted to hear Evie.

No, meaning tired.

You haven't had a break in ages.

Why don't you and Jack take this weekend at the cottage?

There never seems to be any time lately.

Either he's too busy or I am.

You look a bit tired yourself Evie.

You could do with some fresh air.

Me? No, I'm fine.

You're right Evie,

I do need to weekend away from all of this.

No, I'm sorry Mr Saroyan,

we don't appear to have an appointment for you.

It was booked in my name, not his.

-He's just going to.. -Settle the account.

I see.

-Then you must be Mrs.. -Mrs Nugent.

Mrs Maria Nugent.

Please take a seat Mrs Nugent.

I'll just see if a fitter is free.

She is to have the best Mrs Burgoyne,

the very best.

Of course Mr Saroyan.

Alice, what's the matter?

-Hello Jack. -Hey.

How's the story coming along?

Slowly. Supper's ready, I shan't be a moment.

Good

Jack, do you know how long it is

since we went to the cottage?

Jack, are you listening to me?

Sorry. Hey, I'm all yours.

I want to go to the cottage this weekend.

Just us away from everything.

But we can't,

not this weekend.

We got to meet up with some backers

at a house party in Kent.

Franz Kline and his wife are gonna be there.

A working house party?

You talk business with Kline

while I amuse his wife? Wonderful.

And now you're cross.

I was thinking about your business with Ralph Saroyan.

Oh.

Does he know that Joseph has access

to the bank's premises,

and knowing it's layout as he does?

I thought that perhaps..

Just an idea.

Happy with it?

I'm over the moon Ms. Eliott,

and Teddy will simply love it.

Good, I'm glad you're pleased with it.

Now if you would excuse me your grace.

I never thought of wearing this colour, you know?

And you're right,

it does suit me.

It looks what Harry Westerfeld would call dandy.

Do you know Harry Thomas Elliot?

No, I don't think..

No, he's an American of course.

He's from the South.

He speaks with this delicious draw.

Excuse me.

His parents have taken Flaxton Manor for the summer.

They throw the wildest parties.

The things I could tell you.

Last week, after dancing till three in the morning,

someone suggested we should go on the lake in punts,

so we did.

Harry and me in one,

Teddy and Eustacia Murdoch in another.

Then Harry insisted we land on this tiny island.

It was right in the middle of the lake.

Sorry, could you stand still please?

Sorry.

I think we could have some tassel beading here.

Agnes, could you fetch me some samples? Thank you.

Just to touch one emphasis I think.

Teddy said no because it was getting rather chilly.

He can be very strict Teddy.

The gamekeeper seen them waving from the jetty

and had rowed up to rescue them.

Harry's excuse was that the punt

had slipped its moorings and drifted off.

Well, it makes a change

from running out of petrol in a motor car I suppose,

but oh dear,

what an adventure.

What a scandal.

So romantic, don't you think Agnes?

All night marooned in a boat house with Harry Westerfeld.

You're jumping the gun a bit early Agnes.

It's only five two, you know?

Well, I'm in a hurry.

Yeah, we noticed.

Hey Beth, how do you work them telephone things?

Oh, it's very easy.

They tell you when to put your money in,

and then you turn the desk thing at the side

and do your gonna ring up thing Agnes, eh?

With regards to loans, Saroyan's got

the house of Eliott and both

a few other companies too on a legal technicality,

taking advantage of his greater knowledge

of banking procedures.

It's these phantom companies.

That's why he's outside the law.

But we need the evidence.

There's a vault next to Saroyan's office.

My guess is that's where we'll find our evidence.

I know there's a spare key to that vault

and it's gone missing, hasn't it?

You're a good man Joseph,

but you must be careful.

I don't want you to take any risks.

I'm no hero Mr Maddox

and I'm not enjoying this,

but I'm determined to get to the bottom of it.

All night she said,

alone with this rich American.

Wester something he is called.

-Harry -Westerfeld.

Harry Westerfeld.

Yeah, that was it.

Marooned they were all night long.

Just him and her,

in the middle of some lake.

He did it on purpose she said.

Just let the punt drift away

and at breakfast, everyone went off cross.

I bet they were Agnes, you little beauty.

You've heard of the Westerfeld's, haven't you?

They are only the societies story of the decade.

We knew there was a scandal burning.

No one could discover who the lady was.

Been watching out for a dozen possibles for weeks.

You stay right where you are my lovely,

buy yourself another cake,

give me half an hour

and I'll be back for you,

and I'll give you the best night out

you ever had in your life.

Just you and me Agnes,

-just you -And me.

Yeah.

Oh, Evie. Did I miss Bea?

Yes, she left about half an hour ago.

This is one of the prints Alexander gave you?

Yes.

May I?

Do you know,

I think you should tell me about it.

Tell you about what Jack?

About you and Alexander.

There's nothing to tell.

Oh dear, we're old Evie.

Jack, I like Alexander.

He's a very charming man.

You know that's not what I mean.

You're all he talks about, you know?

Whenever we meet.

I can't stop thinking about him.

Is it my fault that I can't stop thinking about him?

I know I must.

I have to.

I simply have to.

It's impossible Jack.

I know.

I know it's hard to deny your feelings.

I'm not naive,

I understand this situation,

I know what I should do.

Eva used to ask you advice.

Don't.

I wouldn't give it to you even if you did.

Of course not.

I am lucky to have a brother in law like you Jack.

So, where are you going to put these prints?

Come on then, give us a see then.

Wait on Betty, don't push.

Where's your manners?

Of course Madge, read it out.

Speculation is out as to the identity of the lucky lady

that has won the heart of Texan playboy,

Harry Westerfeld Jr,

who in Europe for the season with his parents,

Wilma and Harry senior

has hosted some of the most extravagant events

of the summer calendar.

A reliable source confirmed yesterday

that Gwendoline, Duchess of Bridgewater

spent a romantic night on an island

in the lake at Flaxton

after a lively party at the manor last weekend.

The Duchess, having only recently married Edward IX,

Duke of Bridgewater

is probably better known to our readers

as Gwen Garland, star of many musical comedy successes.

Well, I'll be blowed.

Look at that picture.

That's the house of Eliott she's going into.

Can you believe it?

The house of Eliott on the front page

of the Daily Messenger?

But it wasn't her though.

What wasn't her?

That wasn't her.

Do you remember that story the Duchess told us?

It was another girl.

It was Eustacia something.

She's the one that got stuck on the island with Harry

whatever his name was.

Our Duchess went back to the house with the Duke

because it was getting rather chilly.

Do you remember?

Well, there'll be some fur flying now all right.

Says here the Duke of Bridgewater

was this morning unavailable for comment.

Well, bet he was.

Look! Reporters!

Oh now, no peeping ladies.

Come up. Everybody back to work, chop chop!

Don't look down,

they will just look back.

Come on Agnes,

don't just stand there, get moving.

Have you any comment on the Bridgewater affair?

Any comment please on the Harry Westerfeld affair?

I have nothing to say to you,

and no, you do not have my permission to take my photograph.

If you misquote me or print lies about me,

my solicitors will deal with you

as they are this moment dealing with

the editor of the Daily Messenger.

Your grace.

You've seen this, I suppose.

No, I haven't.

Your grace, I can assure you.

Assure me? How can you assure me of anything?

There must've been a mistake made here.

There certainly must've been.

It says here a reliable source

from within a well-known establishment,

currently patronised by Gwendoline, Duchess of Bridgewater.

Yes, perhaps it was some other house.

No! There's a photograph of this building

of me entering your door.

They're scandal mongers these reporters.

They're determined to turn my reputation to shreds.

They've been watching me

ever since my marriage,

been waiting for me to put a foot wrong.

Prepared to ruin my life

for a story that isn't even true.

But that story,

and accurate has it

is it originated in this building.

In your fitting room.

We will of course do everything we can

to find out which member of our staff

-has been so.. -Indiscreet.

Has that person any idea

of the harm they've done to me?

And they've did to you?

I trusted you.

I thought I was amongst friends here.

Your grace, I..

It may surprise you in the circumstances Ms. Eliott

to learn that mine was a love match.

I hadn't realised how much my life would have to change.

I suppose I thought I could just go on being Gwen Garland

and have all the advantages of my grand marriage too.

How wrong I was.

I must become watchful, guarded, suspicious.

You realise of course

I can no longer patronise the house of Eliott.

Any further communications

will be conducted through our solicitors.

Goodbye Ms. Eliott, Ms. Eliott.

Why should she?

Why should she have to change herself into somebody else

just to please society?

A reliable source from within a well-known fashion house.

Evie, who else had that story?

Tilly was in the room.

Well, it wouldn't be Tilly.

She's got far too much sense.

And Agnes.

Agnes.

Madge, would you ask Agnes

to come through to my office please? Immediately.

Sit down Agnes.

Agnes, do you know anything

about this business with the Duchess of Bridgewater?

Did you say anything to anybody?

-Well. He, Eric. -Eric?

He's a reporter Ms..

Have you been gossiping about our clients to a reporter?

He said there was no harm in it.

Agnes, surely you must have realised.

Used to be a funny set,

snippets and news,

things people like to read about.

I didn't think today,

and then I've got it all wrong.

I'm so sorry

and I just wish..

Yes, we all wish that Agnes.

What'll happen now Ms.?

Agnes, you should go and tidy yourself.

Yes Ms..

Then we shall go to the Duchess's solicitors

where you will tell them very calmly

exactly what happened.

What you heard and what you thought you heard.

I can't Ms.

You can Agnes and you will.

Oh Wint, brought us some cheques, have you?

Agnes will have to go.

I simply can't trust her anymore.

She was very foolish and she didn't even realise it.

You have no choice.

Jack, I thought Evie and I

might go to the cottage this weekend

as you're so busy.

She needs the fresh air

and you don't really need me.

There's house parties under you.

I do, they're expecting you.

I'm counting on you to help me with the clients.

If he invests in the firm,

others will follow suit.

If he doesn't,

it simply won't be made.

Darling, you're so good with people like him.

If you can't persuade him, nobody can.

All right, if you really want me to.

I do.

Evie could still go, couldn't she?

By herself?

Why not?

Well, I'll suggest it to her.

Jack, I forgot.

Joseph asked me to give you this.

What is it?

I don't know.

Jack, has Joseph found something?

That's what I'm gonna find out.

I might just catch Alexander at his club.

Eric?

They're gonna sack me,

I know it.

Yeah, join the club.

My curse last night.

I'm so sorry.

Come for a walk in the park, share our woes.

-Agnes not back yet? -No.

Well, when she does come in,

tell her Ms. Beatrice and Ms. Evie

want to see her immediately.

Well, it wouldn't surprise me

if she didn't come back at all.

She knows what's waiting for her,

the poor little thing.

Should have thought of that before.

Agnes?

Agnes.

Now I don't want to go to the police.

Please, please don't make me Ms. Bea, Ms. Evie.

After all, it was all my fault.

Agnes, that is nonsense.

He had no right to do what he did.

I don't blame him, honest.

He lost his job because of me.

Deserved a good hiding like I deserve the sack.

Ms. Bea, taxi is waiting.

Take her home Tilly,

and stay with her as long as she needs you.

Yes Ms, come on.

Poor stupid girl.

Well, we can't dismiss that Evie,

not after that beating.

Of course we can't.

What a week it's been.

Never mind. In a couple of hours,

this will all be behind us.

Oh Evie, I forgot.

I can't go to the cottage this weekend.

Jack needs me at this party

and I promised I'd go.

And now I've let you down.

You could still go to the cottage though.

Alone?

Why not?

Who is it?

Evie?

Don't send me away.

Please, don't send me away.