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Is this what you wanted, miss?

Yes, thank you.

This jacket and skirt is being finished in the workroom

by Miss Clark, one of our seamstresses.

The sketch will appear in the illustrated catalogue.

You do understand, I am sure, Miss Bayliss,

details of the collection

must not be made public until the day of the launch.

Indeed.

I'd like to take my photographer

into the workroom, if I may.

A picture of Miss Clark busy at her task.

-Do you want me? -No.

Just Miss Eliott and the mannequin, I think.

Would you take Miss Bayliss

through to the workroom, Agnes?

But Miss, I might say something.

Hm?

Just think before you speak.

I'll join you in a moment.

This way, madam.

It's going well, isn't it?

Yes, I think so.

One of us should be in the workroom with Miss Bayliss.

Would you mind?

No, of course not.

-You stay there. -Thank you.

-Miss Beatrice? -Hm?

Ah, yes.

Miss Rawlings is waiting for you

in the fitting room, Miss Eliott.

Oh, right.

When I say cheap and cheerful, I only mean compared-

Agnes.

Pay attention to Miss Bayliss, please.

Yes, Miss.

Lift your chin a touch.

That's right.

One more.

Sorry to interrupt.

Miss Bayliss, could you excuse me, please?

Of course.

I've taken her through to the office.

-She says it's just the heat. -Oh!

Would you like me to

-take over in there? -Please.

Evie, I know exactly what you're going to say.

And yes, you're absolutely right.

The time has come for me

to hand over some of my responsibilities.

I was-

I've already spoken to Joseph.

He knows what's involved.

I'll still be here myself, most of the time,

-but I must be getting... -Bea?

I was simply going to ask you how you're feeling.

Yes, I'm better now.

Well, I think you should go home.

No, it's only half past three.

You fainted.

Only slightly.

Please go home.

Have a restful evening.

Don't come in tomorrow unless you're feeling much better.

No.

Jack's arranged for us to view some houses.

We have to make a decision soon.

Yes, Joseph?

I took the liberty of

ordering a taxi for you, Miss Eliott.

May I suggest that in the circumstances,

it might be wiser if you didn't travel alone?

-Perhaps Katya- -No, I'm perfectly recovered.

Would you please give my apologies to Miss Bayliss?

Of course.

Thank you.

But I'll see you all tomorrow.

Bye-bye.

Hello?

-You look- -Like a ship

under full cannons.

It's difficult to find anything that fits me.

Perhaps you should design a collection

for ladies in a certain condition.

You all right?

Mm.

Actually, I came home early today.

I felt rather faint in this heat.

I have decided not to go in tomorrow.

Would you like me to postpone the viewings?

No, I'm fine now.

What's that?

I thought it might amuse you.

It's all the rage in Zurich.

Professor Ernst Strolan.

He claims to have revolutionised obstetrics.

Goodness.

Diet sheets, exercises.

Self-help during contractions.

Contractions?

Birth pangs, thank you.

Bea, do you remember Max Keller?

We worked together in Berlin.

Hm?

He's in London to see people about his next film,

so I invited him here this evening.

You don't mind, do you?

No, no, of course not.

But I shall be having an early night,

so I hope he won't mind.

Of course he won't.

Now, what would you like for dinner?

Hm?

Rain spoiled your daisies, William.

I've brought you some nice fresh ones, see?

Get up, love.

Your skirt's all wet.

No.

Come home, Tilly.

It's gonna rain again.

Please.

You go.

I don't mind the rain.

No one in Berlin seemed interested in the idea,

so I thought I might as well try in London.

I wish you luck,

but you know what happened with our last film.

The backers here are only interested in making money.

This is why you have become a journalist.

Yes.

I seem to be getting a steady flow

of commissions at the moment.

At last, I've found a way to express

an opinion about something significant.

Very good.

I have to join a deputation at the American Embassy.

Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti.

Of course.

Time is running out.

Yes, the papers are full of it again this evening.

Riots in every major city, even in Australia.

Surely a further stay of execution is inevitable.

I fear not.

They have become an embarrassment

to the American government.

You're certain there has been a miscarriage of justice?

Unquestionably.

They are Italian immigrants and communists,

possibly troublemakers, but not murderers.

You see, I cannot believe

the Americans would execute innocent men.

I wish I could share your optimism.

Will you come with me?

No, Max.

Why not?

Forgive me, but my duty lies here this evening.

We eat so badly.

Filling ourselves with stodgy food.

Hm?

This book is fascinating.

Pregnancy shouldn't be regarded as an indisposition.

It's a perfectly natural function.

-Shh, shh. -Nicola Sacco

and Bartolomeo Vanzetti.

All three men consistently denied

the murder charges which had been brought against them.

They went to their deaths with dignity, refusing to the last

the ministrations of the Catholic church.

Come in.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

I just wanted to show you my idea

for the cover of the ready-to-wear catalogue.

Oh.

That's excellent.

That's exactly what I had in mind.

And...

Are these yours?

Mm-hmm.

They're very good.

Would you mind leaving them with me?

I'd like to show them to Bea.

I'm not sure if they're ready for anyone else to see.

I just wanted your opinion.

Well, you have it.

They're splendid.

All present and correct?

Thank you.

Time for a cup of tea, have we?

No, thank you, Mr. Cotter.

In the workrooms, we are very busy.

Ah, just as you like.

Another day, perhaps.

Perhaps.

Good morning.

A very good morning to you too.

Well?

I love it.

You don't think it's a bit run down?

It needs to be redecorated, but one expects that.

Do you want to look at the one in Hampstead?

No.

Then we won't.

Mr. Chapman.

We have reached a decision.

I'll motor you home, but I've got to meet Max at Hyde Park.

Oh!

I want to write a piece on the memorial service

for Sacco and Vanzetti.

Feelings are running very high.

Should make a good story.

And a sad one, I'll come with you.

I don't think that would be wise.

There'll be a huge crowd.

Never to forget.

Sacco and Vanzetti are dead.

Never to forgive.

You have ideals.

Either you acknowledge those ideals and pursue them,

or you turn your back

and you continue with your happy contented life,

while the innocent die!

I have a column to write, deadlines to meet, Max,

I have to get home.

Look at these people, it matters to them!

Either you listen and accept the challenge,

or you close your eyes, your ears and your heart!

Max, stay out of this!

Max!

Where's the cocoa, then?

You want cocoa on a night like this?

We always have cocoa.

What, even when you're sweating buckets?

Do you fancy a stroll to cool off?

Might be a breeze down by the canal.

No?

Right.

I'll go on my own, then.

And what's that look for, hm?

You disapprove of everything I do.

Well, I'm getting sick of it.

Do you hear me?

Temper, temper.

I had such a good sleep last night.

What time did you get in?

I didn't hear a thing.

Jack, you've hurt yourself!

Here, read all about it.

Popular press are having a field day.

Communists arrested for fighting at memorial service riot.

Max is a communist?

You were arrested for fighting?

We were released after a caution.

Think I came home bad, you should see Max,

he's got a real shiner.

Don't be upset.

There's no serious damage done.

Isn't it a little unwise to appear so partisan?

Not all the editors you work for share your sympathies.

Will they want to employ someone

who consorts with a known communist?

Tilly's back.

She's with the Miss Eliotts now.

She'll be in any minute.

Poor thing.

I shan't know what to say to her.

Oh, it will be better for her, though.

She'll never get over things moping about at home.

Could you give us a bit more space?

There's a good fella.

All this breathing down my neck's making me feel nervous.

I'm sorry, Charles.

I wish I had your skill.

Would you teach me how to cut?

What, all my trade secrets?

You have to watch the grain very carefully.

Flannel like this, it's very well behaved.

It's your light stuff that creeps.

Georgettes and your chiffons.

It's good to have you back.

Yeah.

Agnes.

Betty.

It's just as well you're here.

I've got the trickiest bit of bead work

just waiting for you.

Rose Baxter's wedding dress.

You done her for the Queen Charlotte ball

the year she come out, remember?

Here's the sketch.

And the beads are in here.

Ta.

We could take our sandwiches to the park lunchtime,

have a bit of a natter.

No, I can't.

I've got to go down the market.

Another day, then.

You look like you were after a quid and found sixpence.

Hey.

What's all this?

You don't want to hear my troubles.

Yes, I do,

if you think it would help.

You think when you get wed

that you'll be different, don't you?

Different?

From all the other couples.

They bicker and nag and go off each other.

We use to go dancing, Jerry and me, down the Pally.

Go for walks on Sundays.

These days.

He doesn't love me anymore, Charles.

He doesn't love me.

Course he does.

No, he doesn't.

And what's more, I'm not sure I like him.

It's just a tiff, Madge.

You'll make it up, you'll see.

No.

And it's worse since I got back from America.

Live in that house like strangers now.

I'm sorry.

Crying all over you.

Don't be daft.

Have a plum.

Ta.

I'll launder this for you.

These are nice.

Where'd you get them, off the barrow?

Yeah.

-Madge. -Mm?

Would you allow me the pleasure

of escorting you to the pictures?

I mean, just pop in the Gormont one evening after work.

I mean, you and I both enjoy a good film, don't we?

Yeah.

I don't know, Charles.

Well, there wouldn't be no harm in it, though, would there?

None at all.

We could go on a Friday.

Jerry always stops out on Fridays.

This Friday?

Why not?

Do I look like I've been crying?

You look lovely, Madge.

You always do look lovely.

It's interesting.

As bad as that?

No, it's not bad.

It's just very different.

From a typical Evangeline Eliott.

All they want is things like these.

Oh, but they're beautiful.

Yes, and people will pay for them,

and yes, I do understand the principles

of running a fashion house.

But I want to move on as a designer, and as a person.

How's Daniel?

What?

Daniel and James.

I don't see any of them round, you see.

No, I suppose not.

Well, how is he?

He's all right, I think he's

working too hard, drinking too much.

I miss visiting those little galleries,

meeting up with the crowd.

Yes, well.

There's a private view at Agnelli's tonight,

and I've arranged to meet Daniel first

for a drink at The Piero Club.

Would you like to come?

Thank you.

Yes.

Oh.

I thought I was the last to leave.

I heard voices.

Beg your pardon.

One or two things to see to, Mr. Wint.

All right?

Very well.

You'll lock up then, will you, Miss Keeble?

Certainly.

Goodnight.

And Mr. Cotter.

Evie.

Hello.

How are you?

Busy.

Working.

And you?

Busy, I mean?

Very.

I have you to thank for this Agnelli show.

It was our exhibition at the Beaumont

that first drew my work to Madame's attention.

I'm glad.

Evie, I was rude to you.

We were both upset.

And you were right.

I was play acting.

Daniel!

I guessed I'd find you here.

Evangeline, how nice!

Good evening, Madame Agnelli.

I'm afraid I have to steal Daniel away.

Aaron Steiner has arrived.

He's in London buying for his Manhattan gallery.

I told him he could not possibly leave England

without first seeing Daniel's latest canvasses.

He wants to go to your studio now.

Don't keep him waiting, my dear.

I'll have to go.

Of course.

Daniel!

I've missed you.

Shall I telephone you?

Yes.

Daniel!

Good luck.

Sloanly 629.

Larry.

I'll be there at once.

-My sandwiches ready yet? -On the side.

Same as always.

-Say something? -No.

Are you going to the club tomorrow night?

It's Friday, isn't it?

Yeah.

Then I'll be going down the club, won't I, all right?

All right!

Are you gonna get that, or am I?

Yes?

Please, Mr. Wint sent me.

Is Mrs. Althorpe here, please?

I want you to make an inventory of

all the items of clothing that may be destroyed or damaged.

You'll need that, Joseph, when you deal with the insurance.

Yes, Miss Eliott.

They'll be here within an hour.

Grace, we must decide

which of the garments might be salvageable.

Some of them were kept in the store room,

they may be undamaged.

This one is all right.

Not bad.

It's not burnt.

Smell it, Katya.

We need to know if Brewers can replace the fabric.

Will you find out about that for me, Katya?

Mr. Cotter will let you telephone from his office.

Yes.

And Miss Eliott-

Why didn't you let me know?

This might not be as bad as it looks.

Brigade arrived before the fire did much damage.

The water, the smoke, how could this have happened?

Well, the police suspect arson.

The petty cash tin was forced.

I never leave more than a few shillings in it, see.

But the officer reckoned they lit the fire from malice,

they must have jimmied the street door.

It's only thanks to some passers by reporting the smoke

the whole building didn't go up.

Should I have requested

a heavier lock on that door, I wonder.

I thought it was sound.

I'm sure it was, Joseph, don't blame yourself.

A determined intruder will force

even the strongest lock, Mr. Wint.

At least no one was injured, that's the important thing.

Come away now, there's nothing you can do.

I'll wait for the insurers.

I'll have it sorted out in a minute.

Thank you, sorry.

Matt it up.

Now, you take your time,

it's been a very heavy day for all of you.

Right.

Right, well, there were 36 garments in the small store.

Now, they're undamaged.

-Only 36? -Afraid so.

As for those that weren't scorched or stained,

well, they might just as well have been.

It's the smoke, you see.

It's ruined them.

That makes 327 well and truly done for.

Oh, Madge!

All them months of work just wasted.

Still, most of the replacement fabric is available,

except that black crepe.

Now, Bruce can't give us

a definite date on that 'til Tuesday,

but with a bit of overtime here and at Bayswater,

I reckon we could make up the lost time

in about eight weeks.

As soon as that?

I think that's a little optimistic.

Everyone's keen to try.

Well, I think we better err on the side of caution

and say 10 weeks, don't you agree?

Yes, I do.

I'm sorry, old man, I really am.

It's not that I don't agree with every word you've written,

but the mood has changed since the general strike,

and my editor has been instructed to take a cautious line.

And then, of course, there's this incident.

The Sacco and Vanzetti demonstration.

Yes.

Unfortunate, to say the least.

I understand, Leonard.

You are not the first.

Thank you for reading it.

I enjoyed your piece on Archie Lovat.

Now, there is someone who could be useful to you.

Lovat?

Yeah.

He could probably get you

something in the Independent Labour publication.

He's one of its main contributors.

Mention my name, if you think it will help.

I will.

Good luck.

Thank you, Leonard.

Goodbye.

Well, to Evie's new home.

And it's charming.

Thank you.

Dinner's almost ready.

Jack, how did you get on this afternoon?

Did they accept the article?

They liked it, I think they even agreed with it,

but they're not taking it.

They found it too contentious?

Same problem I had with the film studios, but no matter.

I refuse to be discouraged.

Shall we eat?

Oh, oh, salmon, delicious, I'm so hungry.

Bea, if you'd like to sit here.

This is one of Professor Strolan's most nutritious recipes.

Braised liver pureed with spinach and lentils.

Mr. Maddox, Sir.

It's good to see you.

I'm so glad you telephoned.

Jack Maddox, Henry Wilson.

-How do you do? -How do you do?

Henry is the editor of The New Venture.

Ah.

It's high time you two made each other's acquaintance.

Sit down, gentlemen.

I enjoyed your piece on our friend here.

Archie has shown me the article that Leonard Apps rejected,

and I'm impressed.

May I publish it in The New Venture?

You certainly may, thank you.

Now, needless to say, our rates don't compare well

with those of a national daily,

but I'd like to offer you a weekly column.

Would you be interested in

writing for us on a regular basis?

I would be very interested.

Katya.

There you are.

Good.

I'm doing some costings, and I need the suppliers list.

-Here. -Ah.

I was looking in the wrong place.

Mr. Wint always keep it there.

Yeah.

I remember.

So, how are things these days, Katya?

Quite all right, thank you.

Getting on any better with the girls?

Must be difficult, I mean,

what with Tilly being so down and Betty with her problems.

Not very good company for you.

It is no longer difficult.

They are more kind now.

Really?

Well, that's all right, then, isn't it?

What I'd like to suggest is

a series of articles in which I would explore

the whole subject of industrial exploitation.

Go on.

The building industry, mining, ship building.

Any area where employers demand

long hours in dangerous situations,

and where safety precautions are minimal.

You've recently had

firsthand experience of this, I believe.

Yeah, I have.

Well, shall we say 1500 words per piece,

each article to focus on a different industry

-in a different location. -Right.

Do you have any contacts?

I could put you in touch with our chairman, James Maxton.

He's the one to get you into the Glasgow shipyards.

The men will talk to you with Maxton at your side.

And then there's Tom Clayton

in the Nottingham coal fields.

Let me get these details down.

Two, please.

Are you nearly ready with that?

Her Ladyship's due in 10 minutes.

Mm.

We can save a bit of time by using these

instead of the covered ones on the crepe de chine blouses.

Should be enough.

I ain't never worked so hard in my life.

Nor me, eh?

But the overtime's a lifesaver.

Cleared your debts, have you?

That'll be the day.

Heaven knows what I'll do when things get back to normal.

We're making good progress.

I've made one or two adjustments to the specifications,

which have saved us quite a lot of time,

without lowering our standards in any way, of course.

You've been a great help to us through this, Grace.

We do appreciate it.

Then perhaps I might be given more opportunity

or more scope for my designing.

You will be, in time.

In time.

I see.

Oh.

It's good news about Daniel, isn't it?

Daniel?

Haven't you heard?

No.

Those canvases that Aaron Steiner

bought at the Agnelli show,

they've all been sold.

Now he wants Daniel to go and work in New York.

We had quite a celebration the other night

when he got the news.

Oh!

Going somewhere special, are we?

Night, Betty.

Enjoy yourself.

See you Monday.

Where to tonight, then?

Well, I thought maybe something nice to eat,

and then Gormont.

-Night-night. -Night.

You go on.

I'll wait upstairs for a bit.

Tilly.

Has it been a very long day for you?

You're not too tired?

No, Miss.

You know if you ever want to leave early, that-

I'm all right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I got buttonholed by young Miles.

Couldn't get rid of him.

I've ordered.

Have you, indeed?

Your favourite.

Muffins?

Hello.

Where have you been, I was worried sick.

At the cemetery.

Why didn't you come home first?

We could've gone together.

Sit down.

Have some stew.

Eat.

Please.

You must eat.

I'm not hungry.

Cup of tea, then.

That's better.

It must be hard, Miss Beatrice carrying and you...

Tilly.

I'm just tired, that's all.

Oh.

Hello, Evie.

I was...

We're off to The Piero Club, would you like to join us?

-Well, I- -Course she would.

Come on.

I want to dance.

Daniel?

I'm exhausted.

Miles?

I'd love to.

You must be very excited about Steiner's offer.

I used to dream of such things

when I had holes in my shoes and no money for paint.

Look, is this a bit rowdy for you?

No, it's not that.

I think I'd better go, you stay.

I'll get a taxi.

Well, let me see you home.

Please.

When do you sail?

I'm not going.

But you must go.

This is too good an opportunity to miss, isn't it?

The offer wasn't quite what it seemed.

Steiner sent the money for the paintings all right,

but since then...

Well, he hasn't been in touch.

Are you laughing at me?

No.

No, I'm glad you're not going.

I don't want to lose you.

Does that sound very forward?

For someone as well brought up as you, yes.

Why do you always raise the differences between us?

Because they're always there.

Must they stop us being friends?

No.

Would you like to come in?

I think not, don't you?

Goodnight, Miss Eliott.

Thank you for your company this evening.

It's Norman I feel sorry for.

Oh, yeah, but poor Tilly, though, eh?

Yeah, but it's been months now.

There comes a time when you have to put the past behind you.

All in order.

I'll let Mr. Cotter know they're ready for collection.

Right.

Well, ladies, we're back on course.

No more overtime, then?

That's right.

What's up, Betty?

Must be difficult with you, your Stan being away.

I just don't know how I'm going to manage.

Come up to my office tonight when you finish.

We'll have a little chat.

All right?

All right.

Norman.

You've just missed her.

What a shame.

You all right?

Yeah.

I best get off home.

Mr. Foss.

-Night, Miss Bea. -Oh, goodnight, Madge.

How is Tilly?

She's so pale.

Do you think she's returned to work too soon?

Well, it keeps her occupied, Miss.

I reckon that's the best thing for her.

Perhaps.

Well, goodnight.

Night, Miss.

What do you think?

Well, it'll have to do 'til we move to the new house.

It's difficult to imagine, isn't it?

In a few weeks time, he or she will be in residence.

Seeing the room with everything ready like this,

a little unnerving.

What time is your train?

I don't think I should go.

I'll telephone Henry.

Why?

I feel uneasy about leaving you.

Glasgow is so far away.

You'll only be gone for a couple of nights.

I'm in perfect health.

The baby isn't due for three weeks.

Go.

You mean that, don't you?

Mm.

Yes?

Oh, Bea.

Now?

No, no, no, it's all right.

I'll come straight away.

Goodbye.

Are you sure I didn't wake you?

I had no idea how late it was.

No.

No, I'm glad you called.

Bea, I need to speak to you.

What's the matter?

It's stupid, I know.

I insisted Jack went to Glasgow.

But the moment he left, I felt terrified.

I began to imagine all sorts of awful things.

Oh, this.

I can't cope with it.

What am I going to do?

Jack will be home the day after tomorrow.

I'll stay with you tonight, if you like.

But how will I manage everything?

Why did I ever think I could manage?

Oh.

It's only a few more weeks, Bea,

and this will all be over.

But it won't be.

That's what terrifies me most.

It will never be over.

That's Mr. Maddox there, sir.

Thank you.

You must be Jack Maddox.

-James Maxton. -How do you do?

Welcome to Glasgow.

I hope you slept well on the train.

Not too badly, thank you.

Glad to hear it.

I've got a busy day planned for you,

so we'll start as soon as we may, but finish your breakfast.

In fact, I'll join you.

By all means.

Miss.

Miss Sturgous's frock.

Oh, yes.

Are you all right, Miss Eliott?

Where's the pain?

No, it's nothing, it's just...

I think the baby's coming!

No, it can't possibly be.

It's not due for weeks,

it says in the book first babies are almost always...

Well, don't just stand there, Katya, fetch Miss Evie,

and ask Mr. Wint to telephone for the doctor, go on.

It's all right, Miss.

Just you hold still, it's gonna be fine.

She does appear to be in considerable discomfort.

Yes.

Yes, thank you, goodbye.

The doctor says Miss Beatrice

should be brought straight to the nursing home.

-Right, I'll hail a cab. -Thank you.

Can you telegraph Mr. Maddox's hotel immediately,

ask him to return at once.

-Yes, Miss Eliott. -Thank you, Joseph.

That's it, Bea.

Gently.

Not like it says in the book, is it?

What happened?

Severed some tendons in my palm.

Did you claim compensation, Billy?

Aye.

But the foreman told me the accident was my own fault.

And that if I was unable to do a proper day's work,

I could collect my cards.

So, I work left-handed now.

We're on piece work.

I used to take home well over £2 a week,

it's more like £1 15 shillings now.

It's hard on the wife, sir.

I'd like to take a photograph, if I may.

It's in a good cause, Billy.

We need to bring cases like yours to the public notice.

Aye, sir.

But what if the bosses see it?

It's a hard market these days.

There's plenty of men with two good hands

ready to fill my place.

Jimmy, Nessie, what you playing at?

Get up those stairs now.

Who are you?

I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Maxton.

Good day to you.

Haven't seen you here for a while.

And how's my namesake?

Hey?

Is your man working, Jeanie?

Aye, but for how long?

We'll just start to get the arrears clearing,

they're as like to lay him off again.

My friend here, Jack Maddox,

he's writing an article for the newspapers

about conditions here.

Will you talk to him?

Aye, if you think some good may come of it.

Come on up this way then, sir.

Right.

Your sister has a daughter, Miss Eliott.

Please sit down.

Don't be alarmed.

The baby is in perfect health.

And my sister?

She has experienced an extremely precipitous birth,

which has resulted in some internal damage

and considerable loss of blood.

She's very weakened,

and I am anxious about her immediate condition.

Her husband should be with her.

Only by initiating an economic revival,

boosting consumption,

can the government hope to

significantly reduce unemployment.

How can we call ourselves a civilised community

when women and bairns are living

in the conditions that you've seen today?

Yes.

I need time to digest all of this, James.

My room key, please.

We must achieve a decent living wage for these workers,

and proper protection in the events of accident or illness.

What is it?

I'm sorry, this is very important.

Evie.

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

Something's wrong, isn't it?

-Tell me. -No,

we had a few anxious hours, but she's recovering now.

Are you all right?

Yes.

I'm just very tired.

I've been so worried.

The baby?

Come and see.

Jack.

Bring her to me.

Her?

Hello, Lucy.