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Where on Earth have you been?

Germany.

We've been frantic about you.

You weren't at the studio, you weren't at the hotel.

No, I was in Pots-.

No one has been able to contact you for weeks,

people have been writing, telephoning.

Why, what's happened,

is it my parents?

No, they're well,

as far as I know.

Well then what has happened,

why this urgency?

Because when no one could get in touch with you,

we were just a little concerned, that's all.

Oh for heaven's sake.

I finished the film four weeks ago,

moved into Max's apart,

a German friend's apartment,

to work on a new idea, that's all.

Would you like a drink?

No thank you.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

I wasn't aware anyone was interested.

Oh Jack, don't be ridiculous.

I have spent four hours on a freezing train,

six hours waiting for a boat,

and eight hours being tossed around-

Jack, old man.

John.

This is a nice surprise,

good to see you, welcome home.

So, how have you been?

Splendid,

looked after your flat like it was a baby.

I even bought you a new corkscrew.

Beatrice?

Sorry, I am I interrupting something?

No it's all right, I was just leaving.

I'll telephone you in the next day or two.

All right.

Good night.

I'm glad you're safe.

What an evening.

Honestly, you must meet this Larry Cotter.

Why?

Well he must use

about a pound of lavender pomade on his hair, for a start.

It's a shame really,

what he was saying was actually quite interesting.

He's very well-informed about us,

about fashion altogether,

but I couldn't keep my eyes

off these extraordinary rings he was wearing.

You have to admire his nerve though,

he suggested we go into partnership

on some ready-to-wear scheme he was planning.

Can you imagine?

Are you all right Bea?

Mm.

Did you collect your things from the flat?

No I didn't, Jack came home.

Why, what's wrong with it?

I think it's the way you've drawn it.

What?

Well it's awfully similar

to Paul Allier's style, isn't it?

Well don't you like Allier?

Why yes, of course,

but I want to see is Grace Keeble.

I see.

Yeah.

Within limits, I would like you to try and fit in

with the general House of Eliott style.

I am trying.

And it shows.

All I'm saying is your designs may look good on paper,

but when Charles cuts,

he has to work from these drawings,

and most of our clients

are not seven feet tall and two inches wide.

You want me to draw short, fat, middle-aged women?

I think we could compromise, don't you?

What do you think of that?

"Dear Miss Eliott,

"for the last two years,"

Gosh.

Deuxieme vendeuse in Maison Gilles in Paris,

husband posting back to the Foreign Office.

Could the gods be smiling on us for a change?

I don't know,

but I'd certainly like to meet this Mrs. Cartwright.

I'm going to telephone her

as soon as she returns to England.

Ah, who's going to tell Jess?

No one for the moment, she has a chill,

which means we have to deal with

the day's appointments ourselves.

Oh Jess.

Evie?

Tell me about Larry Cotter.

I told you about him last night.

Yes, but I wasn't listening properly.

His idea was that we design a collection

of quality ready-to-wear,

which he would then manufacture in his workshops

and sell to certain prestigious emporiums.

Didn't he go into any more detail?

He may well have done,

but quite honestly, I was so appalled by his behaviour,

I didn't pay that much attention.

You're not interested are you?

Well it's not something I want to dismiss out of hand.

But not with Cotter,

we don't know anything about him.

Apart from the fact

that he wears to much lavender pomade.

Hey Tilly,

are you gonna carry on working after the baby's born?

Oh no, I wanna be at home with the baby.

You're leaving then?

Yeah, well if I can manage on Norman's wages, that is.

I can always back here in the summer though,

little sister leaves school then,

she can look after it.

Hey, did Mrs. Quance work?

She did a spot of dressmaking from home,

yes, quite successful too.

Who knows what she might have done had she lived.

Oh, they're horrible things, motor cars.

Your wife get killed, did she?

What happened?

Miss Keeble!

She stepped out from behind an omnibus

and got knocked down by an oncoming motor car.

Trouble was that the car knocked her back

into the path of the bus, ran her over,

and that was that.

Does he want to be a millionaire?

I beg your pardon?

Never but never invest in a businessman who doesn't.

You need a handsome return on whatever investment you make,

and your main investment is in his ambition.

Donald, you are so cynical.

This isn't just about making money.

Then you shouldn't be doing business.

Are you and your sister

playing some elaborate game of fancy dress

for the entertainment of a privileged few,

a rapidly-declining privileged few, I might add?

I'm sorry, but it has to be said.

You see, I suspect your judgement of Mr. Cotter

is based more on the way he speaks

and the smell of his hair of all things.

Nonsense.

It's just we've never had dealings with his sort before.

Pay close attention to him Bea,

he and his kind are a new and powerful breed.

It won't be long before they rule the fashion world here,

they already do in the States.

Larry Cotter.

Oh, Miss Eliott.

Look, about the other night.

Oh Miss Beatrice Eliott, of course.

No, I'd be delighted to show you around.

Anytime at all, that'd be wonderful.

Splendid.

Well I look forward to seeing you then.

Goodbye.

Doris?

We got any bits of lace in the stockroom, Mr. Charles?

I think there's some remnants of Cluny,

and there may be some Chinese fillet.

I just wanna fish out some colours really.

Can I have a look through?

Let me come with you,

I know where everything is.

Didn't take her long to get hew claws in, did it.

Stock room?

Betty, that's a horrid thing to say.

Mr. Charles isn't like that.

Maybe so, I wouldn't put anything past her.

Did you hear the way he spoke about Mrs. Quance though?

I mean her knocked down dead

and him as calm as you like, smiling and everything.

It was a long time ago, Agnes.

What would you like him to do, burst into tears?

No, but you would have thought he would have shown summat.

Maybe he was glad she went.

Oh Betty.

Maybe he done it himself.

Hey, Mr. Charles is a gentleman though.

Oh, they're the worst sort Agnes,

you mark my words,

quiet as you like on the outside,

but how do we know what's going on inside eh?

Maybe he cut her up and buried her under the floorboards.

Betty, please.

Why'd he do that though?

So that he can marry Miss What's-her-name, of course.

Oh, now that is enough.

Any more of your nonsense

and I'm gonna go straight to Miss Bea.

Under the floorboards.

Hello love.

How do you think he's got a posh motor?

Well that's Mr. Maddox, Miss Bea's husband.

What's she called Miss Bea for then?

I dunno.

Hello.

Where have you been all day?

I called the office, I called the flat,

couldn't find you anywhere.

I've been with clients most of the day.

We have vendeuse problems again.

Would you like to join me for dinner?

Yes, all right.

I'll call for you in an hour.

I reckon he's got 'em up his sleeve.

Want a chance to get your own back, do you?

Yeah, why not?

E'are, me and Agnes have gotta sit here all night

like lemons have we?

I tell you what, we'll play partners,

me and Maeve against you two.

We'll show you how to do it, eh Perce.

Let's have a bob on the side eh,

make it more interesting.

Don't know about that mate,

give all my cash to my mum last pay day.

Come on, you've got some dough ain't you darlin'?

Lend us a bob each.

Well...

Go on sweetheart.

I'll give it back to you Friday.

Yeah, all right.

You're a smasher, that's what you are.

I'm not gonna sit and fight with you.

I'm not fighting with you,

I'm merely explaining why I was disappointed

when you didn't show up on the boat.

Why on Earth should I have done?

You told me to go to Germany,

what was that if not a rejection?

Oh don't be childish Jack.

You told me to go to America,

I didn't take that as a rejection.

Why do you think I spent the night with you?

I haven't a clue.

All I know is that you're obviously so ashamed of yourself

you didn't dare face me next morning.

Jack, I appreciate the offer,

but if you don't mind,

I'll take a taxi and go home

and have supper with Evie.

Now who's being childish?

All right, why did you spend the night with me?

If it had meant anything at all to you

you wouldn't have sneaked off like that,

not a word, not a note.

I had a boat to catch.

But you wanted me to follow you?

I wanted you to make a free choice.

How could I do anything when I was fast asleep?

You could have woken up.

We're making an exhibition of ourselves.

I'm sorry.

For what?

We've both behaved very stupidly.

Perhaps it's time we stopped.

Meaning what?

Meaning we're both sick and tired

of feeling suspicious and betrayed.

Our marriage may be over,

but we're still fond of each other, aren't we?

Of course.

Yes, then let's behave like it shall we?

What are you doing?

It's bedtime Madge.

I'll just finish this and then I'll be in.

Oh, all right.

Well make sure you turn the gas off properly then.

Mm.

Last time you stayed up reading,

it'd have been on half the night

if I hadn't come in and checked.

Mm.

Who can that be at this time of night?

What on Earth are you doing here?

Who is it Jerry?

Albert?

Hello Madge, any chance of a bed for the night?

I mean, Albert and me dad

always have been quick off the mark with each other,

but this one nearly came to blows apparently.

What, just over that stupid old strike?

It may have been stupid down here,

but it were dead serious up north, still is.

I mean look at me, it's ripped mt family apart nearly.

I can't see people getting that worked up about it.

Oh they do.

See, me dad went back down the mines

before the strike was really over,

but our Albert stayed out for months,

and then they sacked him.

What for?

Oh, they've got men working longer hours

so they don't need so many.

Besides, Albert were mixed up with the union and that.

It's me mam I feel sorry for,

she had a nice, happy home before all this.

Mind you, so did I.

Men, spoiled little boys, the lot of 'em.

The trouble is I can see both sides,

I'm just as torn as me mam.

How long's Albert stopping with ya?

That's what Jerry keeps asking.

Right, that's the cutting room.

Now, through here is the workroom.

Flora does the sleeves,

Milly does the back seams,

and Peggy puts the front and back together.

Dot here, she sets the sleeves in

because she's been here longest.

Well, it's the hardest part you see.

Well of course you know that,

there's nothing much I can tell you

about setting sleeves is there?

It's very tricky.

Do you have a separate finishing room, Mr. Cotter?

Yes, through here.

Through here.

This is where we do the hems, and buttonholes, and buttons.

May I?

Thank you.

Those are part of a special order for Manchester,

Sprigg and Harris, just off the high street,

not the sort of thing I expect you to be interested in.

-No. -No.

What would you expect us to be interested in, Mr. Cotter?

This way, ladies and gentleman.

It's a story of passion, betrayal,

and love triumphant,

the sort of thing you do so well.

Not anymore I don't.

Blake stands in despair.

Suddenly he sees Emily riding towards the castle

And then of course it pours with rain.

You have no faith.

Oh, I can't tell you how good it is to see you again Jack,

I've been trying to get ahold of you for weeks.

Is this the new script?

Uh-huh, I wrote it in Germany.

Written by Jack Maddox and Max Keller.

Unlike you to do a co-authorship.

Well Max is a very clever chap.

I worked with him on a film in Germany,

we got on well together,

so we thought we'd do one for this country.

Is it any good?

Read it and see.

All right I'd read it tonight, I promise.

-Thank you. -Ready Mr. Barak.

I'll let you get back to your love triumphant.

It's good to have you back in harness again,

we could do with a new Jack Maddox picture.

-Bye Abraham. -Bye.

You tell me a big London store that's not in there,

apart from Harrods of course,

but that's just a matter of time.

You certainly have an impressive list of contacts

in the retail trade, Mr. Cotter.

At the moment, I'm selling cheap goods,

you know it and I know it.

The thing is,

I happen to be selling quite a lot of it.

What I want to be doing is selling a lot of good stuff.

Have a look at this.

Paris copy, 1/10 of the Paris price.

What do you think?

The cutting's bad, the finishing is inadequate,

there's no finesse in the line.

Miss Eliott, if I had those skills at my disposal,

I'd hardly be talking to you, now would I?

No, I don't suppose you would.

Mr. Cotter, supposing the House of Eliott

were to enter into an agreement with you

and produce ready-to-wear outfits,

who would you envisage buying them?

Who would you envisage engaging as a secretary?

Go on, describe her.

Mid-20s, well-educated,

well-brought-up, nicely-spoken.

What's she gonna wear

when she meets her in-laws for the first time?

What's her mum gonna wear when she gets married?

I'm tempted to say not only is it the one way

in which such a venture could succeed,

but, and forgive me if I speak out of turn,

it is very important that it does succeed.

Why?

We're not in any form of trouble.

We sell some of the finest gowns in London,

but we are still a very small concern.

But a very successful one.

We have our niche in London couture, certainly,

but we cannot hope to compete

on the same terms as Maison Gilles, for instance,

we simply do not have the resources.

So we have only two choices,

either allow ourselves to become the poor relation

amongst the London fashion houses,

or accept what expertise Mr. Cotter has to offer

and set off to explore and conquer new dominions.

That may be rather a melodramatic way of putting things.

No, not all Joseph,

we value your opinion enormously.

If I can be of any further assistance.

No thank you.

Shall we sing the national anthem.

They're showing the new Charlie Chaplin

at the weekend, Mr. Charles,

are you gonna go and see it?

Might do.

Are you?

If I can persuade my Jerry out.

Now that is much better.

I mean it,

a client could really start to see herself in that,

and the color's better too.

Better than what?

Better than the flame orange you've used here.

It's bold, vivid.

And very unflattering to a more mature English skin.

Customers.

Valued clients.

Don't be so cross all the time,

you really are doing very well.

Miss Eliott?

Evie?

It's my birthday on Saturday,

we're having a bit of a party at the house.

I beg your pardon?

My birthday party, would you like to come?

Well yes, I'd like that very much thank you.

About nine o'clock, bring something to drink.

You know where I live.

Jessica, unwell?

She telephoned to say she had a chill.

Oh, she is naughty.

Why she didn't just tell you she was off to Vienna,

I can't imagine.

Vienna?

Yes, she's staying with the Desgilleses for a month.

Of course, I knew this nonsense wouldn't last a moment

once something more interesting came up.

Do you have someone splendid to take over from her?

Well yes, fortunately we do.

Good.

Oh, I do like these sleeves.

I mean, people were actually gasping

at the last Gilles collection.

We should let Grace show a couple of dresses,

that would make them gasp all right.

How is she progressing?

Surprisingly well actually.

Her use of colour is startling,

and she has this constant urge to shock all the time,

but she's learning.

Are you finding her any easier to get on with?

Let's just say we're working on it.

Actually, she's invited me to her party this evening.

Really?

Why don't you come, I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

Well, Donald and I are going to a concert this afternoon,

we'll probably have dinner later as well.

That's the third time this week.

Is there any reason why I shouldn't?

Of course not.

I just thought, now that Jack's home-

Evie, far too much water has flowed under that bridge.

I feel I have the right to see whoever I choose, don't you?

There.

I just think I'm entitled

to know how long he's gonna be here, that's all.

Oh, you can be entitled to a lot of things love,

but if he doesn't know himself,

he can hardly tell you, can he?

Shh.

Why?

He'll hear you.

Oh don't be daft.

I don't think it's daft

wanting to get into your own privy on a Saturday morning,

I don't think it's daft being a bit put out

when your privacy's invaded by a total stranger.

He's me brother.

Well I've only met him the once, at our wedding.

Oh for pity's sake.

If it's a visit, then that's fine,

if he wants to stay for a few days

while he sorts himself out other lodgings,

that's all right too,

but if he thinks he's gonna stay here

scrounging off us forever, well.

Such a delightful setting for a concert.

Have you been to the Paris Opera?

No, is it very beautiful?

Stunning.

Come with me when I visit Paris next week

and we'll go together.

What's the matter,

wouldn't you like to go to Paris with me?

It's a lovely idea Donald, but I can't.

With no vendeuse, and quite a lot of work on,

I really can't spare the time.

Okay.

What?

Nothing.

It's just refreshing to have someone

who understands why one can't just drop everything

at a moment's notice,

who just says, "Okay."

Well, I know what it's like to run a business,

which is not to say I'm not disappointed.

Was Jack a very jealous man?

Not jealous,

he just expected too much from me,

and I am too...

Selfish?

I beg your pardon?

It's not a criticism, Bea.

When people are as single-minded and dedicated as we are,

they are selfish,

they put everything they have into what they're doing.

I guess it's one reason I never married,

I never found a woman who could understand that,

or at least who would put up with it.

Doesn't the prospect of being lonely every frighten you?

I didn't say there wasn't room for love.

Donald, I-

I'm not offering what Jack offered,

and I'm not expecting what he expected.

All I'm saying is,

hell, I don't know what I'm saying.

It's one of the reasons we all live here, this attic.

We all have a room each,

and share this as a studio.

You don't make the clothes up here, surely?

No, downstairs,

where it's clean.

I do paint up here sometimes though.

Are they all artists?

Mostly.

That bloke with a beard, he's a sculptor.

Anthony over there, he's a painter.

I haven't a clue who that tall chap is.

Miles, James, Harry,

they're all at the Chelsea Polytechnic,

that's where we all met.

Oh, I thought you said that you'd...

I was a model there for a while, not a student.

Well you know me, anything to earn an honest penny.

I would have liked to have gone to art school,

wouldn't you?

I'd have liked to have been a duchess,

but life didn't turn out that way.

Shame really.

I'm sorry Grace, I didn't mean to-

Miles, come and meet my boss.

Miles, Evie Eliott,

as in House of Eliott.

Miles is an illustrator,

much better than me,

but then most people are, aren't they.

Don't worry about Grace.

in another life she was a porcupine.

Have some more beer.

Thanks.

Is your father

one of these radical enlightened chaps then?

I beg your pardon?

Taking on young Gracie as a trainee designer?

My sister and I started the business after my father died,

I took on young Gracie.

Awfully sorry,

and very impressed, where did you train?

Beatrice and I had always made our own clothes

since we were-

Hello.

Is this one of the new models?

No, it is not.

Oh, what a shame.

I'm not going back,

I can't live under the same roof with that man.

Just try and see it from dad's point of view though,

it's one thing you staying out on strike,

you don't have a family to feed.

I've always paid me way.

I know,

but dad's still got the most responsibility, han't he?

In which case he should be grateful to me

and the likes of me.

I don't see how you make that out.

Far as I can see,

your lot's just caused more trouble for everyone.

My lot?

My lot think we've got a duty

to stand up for the rights of them

that can't stand up for 'emselves,

folks like our old man who have got mouths to feed.

Well if that's the case,

I don't think

you've made a very good job of it then, have you?

Oh stop it, the pair of you.

I think I'm entitled

to express an opinion in my own house.

Then I'm going down the pub,

where I can't hear 'em.

Good.

Miles, these really are beautiful.

I love this one, who is she?

Oh, just a model we had a few months ago.

Oh, don't talk like that,

you treat 'em as if they weren't people at all.

I don't treat you like that.

Only because I don't let you.

My grandmother modelled

for every artist there was, just about,

Renoir, Degas, Lautrec.

They all became famous,

but who remembers her, eh?

They remember her bottom though.

Her granny's bottom is in every art gallery in Europe.

I think you should apologise.

She just can't take a joke.

Miles, do you always draw figures,

do you ever draw landscapes?

Hardly.

Structure fascinates me.

Just when I think I understand it,

well I suppose I realise that I don't.

Shall we go on to a nightclub?

What?

Come on, there's a place I know that plays jazz 'til dawn.

Harry!

Stop being a pest and push off,

there's a good chap.

I'll go on my own then.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It is rather flattering, isn't it?

Has Miles become your latest admirer?

Of course not,

he's just a personable, talented young artist

who happens to share lodgings with Grace.

He goes to the Chelsea Polytechnic.

Yes, you said.

Actually, they're showing an exhibition

of students' work next week,

shall we go?

Is that because you want me to meet Miles?

Of course not,

I just thought you might like to see some students' work.

Yes, all right.

What is wrong with it?

Nothing.

It's well-written, well-researched, good characters.

Then why won't Abraham take it on?

Has he read it?

Yes.

So what does he say?

He just said it wasn't right for this studio.

That's ridiculous.

Where is Abraham?

Let me talk to him.

He's not here.

Well his car's there.

He doesn't want to see me, is that it?

Sorry old man, not my doing.

Is it to do with the subject matter,

the fact that the hero's journey-

I don't know.

Abraham feels it's too complex a story.

Perhaps if we start making talkies.

Yes, yes, I see.

Look Jack, I'm just the messenger.

Accept what Abraham says,

it's just not right for his studio at the moment.

How was your weekend Madge?

Oh, don't ask.

Oh, sorry.

I went to cinema with Percy,

went to see that new Charlie Chaplin film

you was talking about,

and we had a fish supper after.

Oh, the high life.

Well I hope you didn't end up paying again.

No I did not,

he only borrows when he's lost on the dogs, or summat,

he don't do it all the time.

There's no need to get so steamed up about it,

only taking an interest.

Well I had a smashing weekend.

-Oh aye? -Did you?

Me and Stanley went out

and treated ourselves to a new settee for the front room.

Did you come into some money or summat then?

Oh no, her old man just won back all the money Percy lost.

Stop being horrible.

I'm only kidding.

Is it nice?

Oh, ever so smart,

dead comfy as well.

Look.

-Oh it's lovely. -That looks lovely.

Me and Norman have to got to start thinking

of getting things in for the baby soon.

I don't know how we're gonna afford it though.

Well do what Stan and me did, get in the HP.

The what?

The never-never.

Guinea down, half a crown a week 'til it's paid off.

We're gonna get armchairs next, matching ones.

I think we have to insist

that the garments are inspected and finished here.

Of course.

And I would like to see substantial orders from the buyers

before we invest

in any of these new American cutting machines.

We'll need to look for a larger workshop fairly soon too.

Apart from the finishing and designing,

I don't think we can accommodate

any more of the ready-to-wear here.

I think we have to give our couture priority.

Yes.

Come in.

Mrs. Cartwright's here.

Tilly, please show her in.

Come on.

No.

Why not?

I'm a good worker.

Look, I've got good workers crawling out of the woodwork,

begging for jobs,

good London workers.

What do you think you're doing with that?

Go and get someone to help you.

It's lovely Madge.

Is it true what they're saying, Miss Bea,

that Miss Armstrong's left

and we've got a new vendeuse?

Yes it, her name is Francoise Cartwright.

She's very charming,

I think she'll suit us perfectly.

That's a relief.

Yes.

Miss Bea?

My brother Albert's down from Lancashire,

he's staying with us while he looks for work,

only there isn't much around.

I don't suppose there's a job here he could do, is there?

He's not a tailor is he?

He's a miner.

Madge, I'm sorry.

I would help if I could.

I know, I know.

You don't me asking, do you?

Of course I don't, no.

All right, goodnight then.

Goodnight Madge.

Hello?

What are you doing here?

Begging a favour.

Look, I'm just about-

It's all right, I'm not staying,

just wondered if you'd read this for me.

It's the film scenario I wrote in Germany.

Well of course I'll read it.

Abraham Barak has turned it down flat,

no discussion, no talk of rewriting,

he wouldn't even see me himself.

The thing is, I've read it over and over again

and I just can't see why he's thrown it out.

Well I'm not sure I'll be able to tell you.

You must have other friends who-

Other friends who'd feel obliged to be polite.

I don't know anyone quite as brutally honest as you.

Hello Perce.

Hello darlin'.

Hello, did you have a good day?

No, but it's getting better.

I'm ever so sorry, I thought he was Percy.

Oh you soft-head, this is me brother Albert.

Albert, this is Agnes,

she works with me.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Come on then, let's get off home.

Right.

Are you all right waiting on your own?

Do you want us to stop with you for a while?

No I'm all right, ta though.

Night then.

Night.

You're very being encouraging.

Well, you know how I feel about it,

I think ready-to-wear is right for the House of Eliott.

Quite frankly I think you'll enjoy it.

There's nothing to be frightened about,

I'll always be on hand if you need help, or advice.

You are kind.

I still wish you were coming with me to Paris.

There will be other times.

I hope so.

Have a wonderful time.

Telephone me when you get back.

You can count on it.

Goodbye.

At least he's out looking for work,

that's something.

It's the thought of Albert sitting round the house all day

that Jerry can't stand.

I wonder if my Stan'd be able to help?

How?

Well he always knows

if there's anything going down the docks.

Bring Albert down there to see him.

Albert's nice, isn't he.

That's very kind of you Betty, I'll do that.

Oh here, Sam's got a fight on tonight

down the Dog and Duck in Limehouse,

bring Albert down there.

Hey?

He sets up the odd boxing match for them

in the room upstairs.

Why don't we all go, make a night of it?

No thanks Betty,

don't think I'd enjoy watching two grown men

beat each other up.

Albert'd like it though.

Agnes?

I'm suppose to be having tea with Percy,

should really see what he wants.

No I will come, blow him.

He stood me up last night,

I waited an hour outside there,

so he can jolly well whistle tonight.

Good for you.

We would want these garments

to be sold under a separate label.

We would also want full control over the advertising

and eventual choice of stores in which they would be sold.

We wish to have a final say

on both the quality of the ranges

and the price they'd be sold at.

Couldn't agree more.

And finally, we will obviously be required

to invest a considerable amount in this venture,

so once we have agreed in principle amongst ourselves,

all terms of partnership

will be drawn up by our own lawyers.

Now is all that acceptable to you?

Well ladies, I can't really say just at the moment.

You've obviously given my proposal such careful thought,

I'd like to go away and do the same for your proposals,

if that's acceptable to you?

Good day.

He really is very good.

What's interesting is the way his work changes.

Those earlier ones are just Aubrey Beardsley copies,

these are pure marvels.

The detail on that robe.

Sir, may I present Miss Beatrice and Evangeline Eliott?

Hello.

Mr. George Holt, my principal.

We are honoured by your visit.

My daughter's a great admirer of your clothes.

Thank you.

You really do have some very impressive work

on display here Mr. Holt,

the illustrations in particular.

Ah, we've recently adopted a new policy, Miss Eliott.

In addition to our staff lecturers,

we now encourage established designers and illustrators

to come in for special tutorials.

Let me show you something.

You'll appreciate this.

Very good.

Tim Hampton became fascinated by the pochoir process

after a lecture by Jacques Castan.

Hampton then took his portfolio to Gilles Caragnac.

He designs for Maison Gilles?

He illustrates their designs for magazines and so forth.

Seems that new demands are being made upon art every day.

If you would excuse us for a moment,

I'd like Miles here to meet Sir William.

I know what you're going to say.

We do need an illustrator Bea,

and Miles is first class.

It is a good idea,

but we're taking on an awful lot all at once,

Grace, Larry Cotter, now Miles?

I will not stand back

and let Maison Gilles steal a march on us yet again.

We'll have a real edge

if this arrangement with Larry Cotter goes well,

let's sharpen it.

Superb ready-to-wear advertising,

superb couture illustrations.

I don't want to be a poor relation Bea.

No more do I.

Not full-time, all right?

Whatever you say.

Are you leaving?

Not quite yet.

Miles, if your principal were to agree,

would you be interested

in doing some illustrations for the House of Eliott?

I don't know what to say.

Well yes I do know what to say,

yes, I'd love to.

We're not offering full-time employment, you understand.

We could maybe pay for two half-days a week,

something like that,

or perhaps arrange a fee per illustration?

Anything, anything at all,

that would be simply wonderful.

In that case I'll go and talk to Mr. Holt.

Oh Evie thank you.

You're welcome.

I mean for speaking to your sister about me.

It means a great deal.

White light please.

I'm looking a bloke called Stan Butcher,

do you know him?

Are you Madge's brother?

Yeah.

I'm Betty.

Here, this is my husband Stanley.

Stan, this is the bloke I was telling you about.

Albert Howell.

Oh yeah, nice to meet you.

Bette says you're looking for work down here.

What sort of thing are you after then?

The sort that pays,

I'll do anything, me.

Well I can't promise nothing,

but I know a bloke who might be looking for coal hookers

down the East India next week.

Suits me, I'm good at coal.

Can I get you a pint?

No, I'm all right thanks.

I'll have a milk start.

Milk start please.

Agnes, over here.

So you made it then?

Here, what did your Percy have to say about it?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Hello love, what you having?

I'll have a port and lemon please, thank you very much.

Well I'd better get upstairs and get things started.

Mr. Davenport left, has he?

He moved out at the weekend.

So come on, no more chit-chat,

what do you think of it?

Well I think it's one of the best things

you've ever written.

Well that's probably 'cause

I worked with someone else on it.

It doesn't matter, it's excellent.

But?

I also think it's one of the most shocking things

I have ever read.

Shocking?

It's my fault, I shouldn't be shocked.

By what?

During the war,

I would tease Evie

with those terrible drawings in the newspaper,

of the kaiser with blood dripping from his fangs,

spearing our gallant lads.

Where Klaus is trying to save his friend,

I thought, how dare you.

You're not supposed to be kind, and brave, and heroic,

that's what we do.

You liked Klaus?

Yes, but I didn't want to.

He was a character that Max picked up on

from the film I made there,

he said that it was just like his very German brother.

Of course, I'd based it on my very English cousin, George,

so we took it on from there.

And was that film a success?

Yes it was, if I say it myself.

I would like to have seen it.

Don't say that unless you mean it.

Why?

I've got some plates from it here.

And a projector?

Everything is still in the spare room.

Well let's have a lantern show.

Right.

What's he doing?

You'd be surprised

what they can bring into the ring with them if they try,

blades and that.

Isn't bare knuckle illegal down here?

Yeah.

Ladies and gentleman, quiet.

This is a one-round knockout finish

between Bela Polanski on my right,

and Pat Connolly on my left.

Place your bets.

Begin.

This is the chap we wanted to play Klaus.

It's so very different from all your other films.

There's only so many love stories you can tell.

You must be doing well,

most people tell the same one over and over again.

I suppose it didn't do Shakespeare any harm.

Cynic.

Are you comfortable like that?

Yes I'm fine.

Liar,

you probably haven't sat on the floor since you were six.

Yes I have, don't you remember?

Cushions, that's the thing.

Shift yourself,

old ladies like you need all the help you can get.

Oh you.

Good evening Jack,

we're very happy to find you.

You were right funny up there.

Well I'm not used to this sort of thing.

So tell me about this Percy then,

you and him walking out regular?

Are you gonna come and help me celebrate then darlin'?

Get off.

Oi, get your hands off her.

Push off.

Now come on darlin', don't be like that.

Don't shove me you cheeky little runt,

I'll show you.

Pack it up.

I said pack it up.

Don't worry, everything will be all right.

Well where are we going?

We're Going out of here.

We meet Jack in Germany,

and he is kind.

We have to leave Berlin, there is no work,

and Jack say, "If you come to England, you visit me."

So here you are.

Yes.

We arrive on boat today and walk from station.

You walked?

Yes.

My grandfather is very tired.

No wonder.

Come on.

Bea, I'm sorry about all of this.

Oh, don't be silly.

You're very kind.

I shall leave you to look after your guests.

Good night.

He really was terribly funny.

Jack had obviously issued the invitation

on a moment of rash impulse,

he didn't dream for a moment

they would actually take him up on it.

Oh dear.

Come in.

Miss Bea, there's two policemen outside.

Oh, you'd better show them in.

Good morning.

Miss Eliott?

How may we help you?

I'm sorry to trouble you.

I understand you have a Mrs. Elizabeth Butcher

working for you?

Where's Albert now?

I'm not really sure.

Who started the fight?

Ask Betty.

Betty, what on Earth is going on?

I've been worried sick,

Albert didn't come home at all last night.

He'll be with my Stanley, it'll be all right.

Agnes said there was an almighty punch-up,

how can that be all right?

Look, Stan's got a lot of mates he goes to

when there's a bit of trouble.

Don't worry, everything'll be fine.

For God's sake Betty, where is-

Betty, there's two policemen in the office

and they wanna talk to you.

I take it you have no objection to our presence?

As her employers, I think we should be here.

Betty, these gentlemen would like to talk to you.

Mrs. Butcher, I wonder if you could tell us

where can we find your husband?

Why?

We understand there was a bit of trouble

in a pub in the East End last night.

Mr. Butcher was involved in a fight

with a man who ended up in hospital.

Is it serious.

It is now Miss Eliott,

the man died two hours ago.