All language subtitles for The House of Eliott - S03E09 - Episode Thirty-Three.eng

Then I sung "The Skylight",
they still wouldn't let me go,

and the landlord,
he's calling time,

"Gentlemen, please", and
everyone, they're yelling,

they're clapping, and then
I sang "Father, Come Home".

I don't mind waiting
here a little while,

Agnes, but I ain't standing
here all day.

Sorry.

Just a little bit of
concentration wouldn't go a
miss.

Here, look at this.

"House of Eliott requires
manageress

"for Bayswater workroom,
producing best quality

"ready to wear garments.

"Must be experienced in
supervision of staff."

Oh, well it makes sense,

it's been chaos trying to
run both places from here.

You think they'd get
one of us to do it.

Well you're the one
with experience.

Give us Lady Crowborough's
gown, I'm gonna be late.

I am a little worried
about the drop back.

My ankles seem so bare.

Oh nonsense, it suits you
perfectly, Lady Crowborough.

I should have learned

to trust your judgement
by now, shouldn't I?

Now, I should like to
make an appointment

for you to see my mother.

I want her at my party, and she
really has nothing suitable.

Certainly.

Tilly, would you fetch
the appointments diary,

and we'll sort that out now.

Miss Eliott, I was rather hoping

that you would visit
her at my house.

Well we don't normally.

My mother is approaching 80,

and confined to a
wheelchair most of the time.

I would consider it a favour.

Well, in that case,
I'm sure we can

arrange something for next week.

This Friday would suit.

Well whatever appointments
I had on Friday,

I now have to cancel them.

I've been summoned to
the Crowborough house.

Really?

To visit Phylis' ageing mother.

I don't really mind visiting,

as long as it doesn't
become a habit.

You sounded just like father.

Oh Evie, I didn't.

Mind you, if Daniel
continues to disgrace himself

in front of important clients,

we may found ourselves
having to visit.

That is not fair.

You said yourself you
had misjudged Daniel.

He just takes a little time
to get to know, that's all.

Well, you'll have
plenty of time.

And what do you mean by that?

We've decided to get married.

Still comes as quite a shock
when it happens though.

He had a minor heart
attack a year ago,

but he'd been taking
life easier since then.

We all thought...

Lovat was a good man, he
was a good politician.

Which brings me to the
inevitable question

of the bi-election.

Archie was standing for Newford.

Yes, of course.

It's in a couple of months
time, isn't it?

The 14th of February.

The point is, the ILP
needs a new candidate.

Lovat was very impressed
with you, Jack.

You're suggesting
I take his place?

It's not quite as easy as that,

but I am suggesting that you put

yourself forward to the
general committee

for selection as a candidate.

Various other groups
within the party

will want to field their
own candidates,

of course, the TUC, the
Woman's Movement.

You would have to convince
the general committee

that you had the best
chance of gaining the seat.

Tom, I'm tempted, but
I hadn't expected

to make a decision
about this so soon.

I'd like time to think about it

before I give you an answer.

Of course, but don't
think for too long.

He really did.

No, please, thank you.

A toast, two toasts, in fact.

The first to Beatrice and Jack
for such a lovely evening.

To Beatrice and Jack.

Thank you.

Oh it was fun.

And secondly, to
Daniel and Evie.

To Daniel and Evie.

Daniel and Evie.

Yes, congratulations.

Daniel, thank you for asking me

to be the best man.

I've always known I
was better than you,

but it's quite nice to
have it admitted in public.

-

No really, congratulations,
the pair of you.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Why don't we all
retire to the drawing room,

and Dorothy can bring
us some coffee.

Good idea.

Evie, look, I know
I've made a bit

of an ass of myself in the past,

but I really do hope
you and Daniel

will be happy together.

Thank you Miles.

A professional politician,
is that your ambition?

I think that this is
the logical conclusion

of everything I've
been trying to say.

That you're nothing but a
middle class dilettante.

Straight to the point, as usual.

If I don't say it,
someone else will.

True.

Who else is standing
Jack, do you know?

The TUC are putting
Godfrey Simpson forward.

He's a union leader
strike veteran.

Very experienced campaigner.

Yes, but not really suitable

for the Newford constituency,
darling,

you said so yourself.

And the other candidate
is Lilian Brownlow.

Suffragette, teacher, writer?

Lilian Brownlow.

Wasn't she one of the
woman who introduced

Pen to the Women's Movement?

Yes, she's very impressive.

The point being that even
if I do decide to stand,

it'll be a miracle
if I get selected.

But supposing you do,
what happens then?

Then I stand in the bi-election

against Sir John Crowborough.

You don't
fight easy battles,

I'll say that for you.

Does he know that you're
standing for selection?

I don't think so, why?

Well, his wife is a very
good client of ours.

I know her, obviously,
but I've never met him.

What's he like?

John Crowborough, big
industrialist, philanthropist.

Owns Crowborough Copper.

You're very well informed.

Not really, I know him
through my father.

They were colleagues
at one time.

My father helped fund his
minors welfare hospital

in Northern Rhodesia.

So the man's a thoroughly
good egg.

As far as we know.

When does your party
choose its candidate, Jack?

Soon.

How soon?

Three weeks, but I have to let

Tom Patterson know my
decision tomorrow.

Good afternoon.

Thank you so much for coming.

What a magnificent house.

Thank you.

It was renovated by my
great-great grandfather

in the days of George II.

Wonderful in summer, of course,

but quite impossible
this time of the year,

which is why one tries to spend

as much as ones time in
Biarritz as possible.

My mother has her own
apartment on the first floor.

If you'll come this way.

I hope you'll make allowances

for my mother, Miss Eliott.

Old people do tend to develop,

shall we say, a rather
difficult manner.

I'm sure we'll get
along splendidly.

Mother.

May I present Miss
Beatrice Eliott,

who's come to help you choose
a gown for the reception.

My other, Lady Maude Westlake.

Lady Westlake, how do you do?

Delighted to meet you.

Who's that?

This is my fitter,
Mrs. Tilly Foss.

Mother, we agreed.

Miss Eliott has some
beautiful designs to show you.

I'm not interested.

Miss Eliott and her
fitter have come

all the way from
town to see you.

Let me show you this,
Lady Westlake.

It arrived from China
only last week,

isn't it beautiful?

Hm.

I can't apply for the job.

Why not?

Because, if they wanted
me as manageress,

they'd have asked me in the
first place, that's why,

not go and advertise
it all over the paper.

You don't know that.

The only way to find out
is to write in and see.

What if I did apply and
they turned me down?

Wouldn't be able to hold
my head up in here again.

Would the asymmetric collar
work on the black coat?

Well, try it and see.

Thank you.

How's the singing going, Agnes?

Loving every minute,
Mr. Bannister.

Packing them in down the
Pig and Whistle, I am.

Good.

I'm down there tonight,
if you fancy

coming along and
having a listen.

I can't, I'm afraid,
I've got other plans.

Maybe Miss Evie would
like to hear you sing.

Yes, I might.

Stepney, isn't it?

Yeah.

Well, I mean why shouldn't
she come?

I mean I'm an artist,
just like her, ain't I?

In my own way.

Would you like a little
more fullness

in the skirt, Lady Westlake?

Because I'm a cripple.

No, because I think it
would look rather elegant

with the draped neck
that you've chosen.

Do as you please.

I shan't be showing my face at
her ridiculous party anyway.

Oh really?

I thought it all sounded
rather grand.

A tea party for tradesmen.

Yes, I suppose you would.

If I could just take a few
measurements, Lady Westlake.

No.

You've been very
patient with us,

and I know that you're
tired, but we really--

Oh get on with it.

Get on with it.

How are you getting on?

Lady Westlake has chosen
this design in black.

Oh yes, just the thing.

Terribly elegant.

Miss Eliott, come and have
tea in the drawing room.

My husband's just arrived back,

he'd like to meet you.

Thank you.

Please excuse me, Lady Westlake.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sit you down.

I'm not completely
helpless, you know.

Her ladyship has her tea now.

Yours is ready in the kitchen.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

My mother finds the 20th century

very hard to cope with.

Her heyday was in Delhi,
in the 1880s.

She adored her life there.

Hundreds of servants.

Balls, receptions every night.

She was heartbroken to leave.

Why did she leave?

Me.

When I was 10, I nearly
died of cholera.

Father doted on me
and declared that

India was no place to
bring up a child,

insisted that mother
and I return to England.

He stayed on in India.

We never saw him again.

He died within the year.

Mother has never really
forgiven me.

She hates this house,
the cold, the rain.

How very sad.

And of course she loathes my.

Ah, John, come and
meet his Eliott.

Sir John,
I'm delighted to meet you.

I've heard a lot about
you, Miss Eliott.

Every time I write a cheque,

it seems to have
your name on it.

John, Miss Eliott has
persuaded mother

to choose a gown for the ball.

Where's your magic wand,
in the umbrella stand?

No, I'm very grateful, a
lot of important people

coming to this function.

They'd be very disappointed

if they didn't meet
the old trout.

Hello Barney.

Hello Agnes.

Here, you like that new
book of songs I gave you?

Oh yeah, yeah I liked
old coward,

but I didn't understand
the one about

the poor little rich girl.

Well we'll
go through it later,

after closing, see
if I can help.

Barney, do you think I'm
any good, I mean really?

Yes I do, sweetheart.

I think you can go a long way,

if you put your mind to it.

No, I wouldn't know
where to start.

Of course in the old days,
I used to know people.

Someone said you used to
play for Ellie McCabe.

Yeah, well of course
I haven't see her

for a long time now.

But you could introduce me,

I mean she might be able to
put in a good word for me.

Go on Barney, please.

Yeah, well maybe one day, hey?

Come on, he's paying
us from seven o'clock.

Oh I met John Crowborough
this afternoon.

What was he like?

Well I can't say I
took to the man.

Really, why not?

Phylis obviously adores him,

I'm just not sure about him.

I fear he only married
her for the family name.

It's clearly his money that
keeps them in that house,

none of which you may use
in your election campaign.

Assuming I get selected.

We must go.

Now, do I look like a
suitably worthy candidate

for selection by the
Independent Labour Party?

I think you do.

What about me?

Do I look like a
candidate's wife?

which is the important thing.

Yeah, I'll just get you settled,

and then we'll go.

Are you speaking tonight?

No darling, tonight's
just a social,

a chance to size up
the opposition.

That's very kind of you.

Thank you very much.

Jack.

I'd like you to meet
Edward Palfrey,

chairman of the selection
committee.

Edward.

How do you do?

How do you do?

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

I'll introduce you
to Mrs. Brownlow.

Mr. Maddox, I've read
your articles

in support of the living wage.

And?

Very interesting,
and very brave,

considering all that fuss about

your wife's business.

On the contrary, once we
found out about things,

I felt it was even
more important

to support the campaign.

There's some who might
say you should

have found out about
things a little earlier.

Are you easily deceived?

I would say not.

* If I should plant a
tiny seed of love *

* In the garden of your heart

* Would it grow to be a
great big love some day *

* Or would it die
and fade away *

* Would you care for it

If she stopped twittering
around so much,

she'd actually be very good.

Stop changing the subject.

Evie, there's only so much
to be said about weddings.

I draw the line at
Westminster Abbey,

but I'll go along with
anything else, all right?

All right.

Just give me a list of
friends you'd like to invite,

and set a date when I
can meet your parents.

* Busy little honey bees
were buzzing to and fro *

Daniel?

She should stick
to the sad songs,

she's better at those.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Something's upset you.

Tell me what it is.

Evie, make it a day
you'll enjoy,

but if you want me to as well,

then forget about my parents.

You know we haven't
spoken for years,

and we're all perfectly happy
for it to carry on like that.

I don't want to invite them,

they wouldn't come
even if I did.

Wouldn't it make it worse?

Getting married without
even telling them.

Does it matter that much?

It does to me, yes.

Well I'm sorry.

* Would she care for it

Would they disapprove of me?

Don't be silly.

Daniel, I never had
a proper family.

Even if we never see them again,

let me meet them.

Will you give me a moments
peace if you don't?

No.

All right, but don't blame me

when it turns into a disaster.

How are your feet?

I have walked before, you know.

We'll be able to get a trap

to take us back to the station.

Is that why you haven't told
me about your family before?

You're really an errant
son of a landed gentry.

No.

Come on, let's get going.

Hello Dan.

I was watching for you.

Evie, this is my mother.

Ma, this is Evie Eliott.

Delighted to meet
you, Mrs. Page.

Hello.

Hello dad, how are you?

Dad, this is my fiance,
Evie Eliott.

Mr. Page.

How do you do?

Sit there.

Thank you.

Keeping well, are you?

Yes, I'm fine.

We have a terrible flu
here all winter.

The whole village has had
it some time or other.

Still doing painting, are you?

Yes, things are starting
to really--

Taking on something there.

You'll be keeping him,
if you're not careful.

Well, actually Daniel's
paintings are very good, he's--

Would you mind doing
the table for me?

No.

No, I don't.

Is he here?

Dan!

Hello sprout, how are you?

Don't call me that.

Mary, this is Evie.

Hello.

Dan's told me all about you.

Really?

Sent a drawing of you
in his last letter.

Do you wanna see it?

Mary, help your ma
with the table.

Don't just stand there
letting visitors do it.

Yes dad.

Mary's got herself a good job

in the big house
now, haven't you?

Yeah.

What do you do?

A bit of cooking,
a bit of cleaning,

babysitting on nanny's day off.

I thought you wanted
to take that place

at Cheltenham School of Art.

She's earning two
bob a week more

than any other girl
in the village.

We can't afford more
than one in the family

messing about like you.

I don't think I've
done too badly.

Well maybe you have
different standards.

And what's that supposed
to mean?

You come into the kitchen
with me, never mind them.

It's all my fault.

I should never have
mentioned his painting.

I knew it would end
with fighting.

I'm so sorry, I'm sure Daniel
didn't want an argument.

No one ever wants one,
they just happen.

Was Mary very keen to
go to Cheltenham?

You know what young
girls are like,

but Bill's put his
foot down, so.

You chose the way
you wanted to live

the day you walked out of here.

You don't come back and
start interfering

in the way we live.

I'm not interfering,
I just think Mary

ought to be allowed to choose.

I know what's best
for my family.

Mary will do as she's told.

She's not going to
Cheltenham, London,

or anywhere else.

Living with strangers, and
getting into fast ways.

Dad!

No!

Mr. Page, Daniel and I
would be only too happy

for Mary to come
and stay with us.

I know it's none of
my business but--

No madame, it's not, and
I'll tell you for why.

Two people, living under
the same roof,

without blessing, that's
what I'm talking about.

This is a decent, hard
working family.

You've been reading my letters?

It was for your own good, Mary.

I'm sorry.

I think you're being
very unfair, Mr. Page.

Well if that is your
opinion, Miss Eliott,

the sooner we part company,
the better.

I'm sorry.

* After the dancers leaving

* After the stars have gone

* Many a heart is aching

* If you could read them all

* Many the hopes that
have vanished *

* After the ball

Hello Ellie.

Still knocking them
cold then, hey?

Barney!

Where you been all this time?

Oh here and there.

Miss McCabe, I'd like you
to meet Miss Agnes Clarke.

Hello.

I'm ever so pleased to meet you.

Come round my dressing
room, we'll have a drink.

Yeah, all right.

Agnes sings down
a pub in Stepney,

ever so good she is.

Long as you're not expecting me

to find a job for her.

Would I do that?

It's hard these days, love.

Wireless sets, picture shows.

I couldn't help if you
was Lily Latry herself.

Got me work cut out
keeping my own job going.

Now I want to hear all.

Joseph, have
you selected the shortlist

of candidates for the
manageress at Bayswater?

I have, and I think

you should see this one first.

Oh my goodness, how
embarrassing.

It just never occurred to me,

Madge has always seemed
so dismissive.

Well she'd make an
ideal manageress.

Well of course she would.

Whatever must she be thinking.

Shall I have a word with her?

No, hold the interviews
as arranged,

and if Madge is the
most suitable applicant,

as I am sure she will be,

then she'll feel she's won
the position fair and square.

Why do Daniel and his father
hate each other so much?

I didn't find out.

It was a dreadful visit, Miles.

His father reminded me of mine.

I just wish we hadn't
gone at all.

But his mother was nice to you?

As much as she dared.

I never knew my mother, but
I couldn't help wondering,

watching Mrs. Page,
whether my mother

was as coward as she was.

Still, I've sent them
an invitation

whether they like it or not.

What did Daniel say about that?

He doesn't know.

It feels terrible.

Nearly there.

It will feel easier
when it's finished

and lined, Lady Westlake.

How many hooks and eyes do
you intend putting into it?

20.

I see.

So I shall have to plead
with my daughter

or that servant to strap
me in a night of it,

and then, having had to beg
for the smallest consideration,

I shall be carried downstairs,

forced to talk to all
those ghastly people,

handed from one to the other.

Oh no, Miss Eliott, it
will not feel easier.

I've done all that needs
doing, Miss B.

Good, thank you Tilly.

Lady Crowborough would like
to see you for a moment, miss.

Can't you ever knock?

I shan't be a moment.

May I not even have any
privacy in my own house?

Come on, let's get
you out of this.

Don't you call me stupid.

You were being clumsy,
and inept.

I was doing my job, and
doing my best to help,

and I don't deserve to
be spoken to like that.

I can manage perfectly
well on my own, thank you.

Very well, I'll pack
my things away then.

Mrs. Foss.

I should be grateful
for your assistance.

Thank you for your
time, Miss Johnson.

We'll be in touch as soon
as we've taken a decision.

Mrs. Althorpe, would you
come through now please?

Do sit down.

Thank you.

Now then, Mrs. Althorpe,
tell me why

you'd like the position of
manageress of Bayswater.

Well.

I don't really speak Hindi,

it's my dad was out
there in the army,

and he used to teach me the
odd word when I was little.

I can count to five, and I
know a few swearwords and all.

My mother would have
had a servant thrashed

for answering back the
way you did to me.

Yeah, well I best be grateful

I'm not doing a fitting
for her then, hey?

One can't explain.

It was a different world.

Sometimes my bones ache
for the warmth.

Come in.

All finished?

Just about.

We shall say goodbye,
Lady Westlake.

The car is waiting outside.

Do you want me to take you

back to the window
so you can read?

If you please.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What did you say to her?

I told her to stop
being so horrible

or I'd stick pins in her.

Perhaps I should try
that for Lady Dartford.

Thank you so much.

I believe the next fitting's
Tuesday week.

That's right, yes.

Splendid.

Take me back to
the window this minute!

You asked me to
put you by that table,

and now I'm trying to tidy up!

Put that down
or you'll break it.

Stay where
you are or I will.

I do hope that the
weather keeps fine

for your trip back to town.

Thank you, goodbye.

Goodbye.

What the devil's going on?

I have never been
so embarrassed.

I'm sorry, but I can't take
anymore from your mother.

What?

I'll pack my things and be
out of the cottage tonight.

This time, she's gone too far.

I'll deal with it.

Poor Phylis.

Yeah.

I've never felt such
a fool in all my life,

telling him about my experience,

I mean, he knows it
as well as I do.

Yeah, but how'd you get on?

I have no idea.

-Hello.
-Oh hello.

Hello Norman.

Evening.

Well, we best get off,
as we'll miss the bus.

Na-night.

-Night.
-Na-night.

Goodnight.

Wasn't expecting this.

Well I finished the veg,
and scrubbed down and that.

I got so fed up, I decided
to knock off

half an hour early.

Won't you get in
trouble for that?

I don't care if I do.

Oh come on, what's wrong?

Jimmy got that job
at Claridge's.

Does that mean you're gonna
be made up to sous chef?

No, it means Carter
gets made up,

and I stay where I am.

Come on.

I can't wait to
see Miss Evie in this.

Yeah, I know.

Here, I got my invitation
this morning.

Couldn't believe
it, there it was,

beautiful gold edging,
and curly black writing.

Have you had yours yet?

Oh yeah, a joint invitation
for us both.

I expect mine will be there
when I get home tonight.

Yeah, yeah ain't half looking
forward to it, you know.

They say it takes one
wedding to bring on another.

Do you think you two
will ever end up--

Agnes.

No, I suppose not.

Even if Jerry eventually
agrees to divorce me,

Dora won't set you
free, will she?

Madge let me take it out of that

long black skirt she
bought back from America.

It'll take me two seconds
to tack it in.

Zip fasteners are hardly
haute couture, Tilly.

Well, you can be as haute
couture as you like,

but if the poor old girl
can't do herself up in it,

it ain't much good
to her, is it?

Well, be prepared to replace it

with hooks if she
creates a fuss.

She'll be all right.

You know, I am very impressed

by the way you're dealing
with Lady Westlake.

I find her a very
difficult woman.

She's just used to
a different way

of doing things, that's all,

and I dare say she's got
a lot to put up with.

Not as much as Phylis,
I imagine.

When my daughter introduced
you to me,

Miss Eliott, I understood
it was as a couturier,

not an iron monger.

We can always replace it with
the hooks, if you'd prefer.

Leave it as it is.

In that case, I'll stitch
it on properly,

so you can try it on.

I don't think we should
bother about that.

I'm sure it will be perfect.

So sorry to have left you.

So much to do before
a big party.

A party which I will
not be attending.

Mother, you don't have
to stay for long,

but John would appreciate
it if you could possibly--

I don't give a damn
what John thinks.

I will not stand
by and watch you

humiliating yourself
in front of him

on every possible occasion--

Perhaps we could discuss
this later, mother.

Why?

So you can--

Shut up, please, just this once,

please just shut up.

Excuse me.

Why do parents feel compelled
to hurt their children?

I don't know.

Am I unreasonable?

It's not a great deal to ask

that she at least tolerates
the man that I love.

He's my husband, whatever--

I know.

I don't mean to be
unkind to her.

Of course you don't.

If only she'd love me
a little bit more.

You are fortunate not to have
had any children, Mrs. Foss.

They bring only a sadness

that you are blessed
to have avoided.

I think we should see it
on you, just this once.

I dare say this weather's
not very good

for your arthritis, is it?

I know that with.

Oh Lady Westlake.

What have you done?

I fell.

Did you?

It looks more to me like
someone's grabbed you

and given you a good shaking.

Does your daughter
know about this?

Oh yes.

She knows.

Madge, would you come
up to my office

when you have a minute?

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

Thank you.

What a day.

Don't bother coming up,
you go straight on home.

Thanks Miss B, goodnight.

Goodnight.

I got the job.

Oh well done!

Shh!

I start the first of next month.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

I'm afraid I can't
tell you the order

in which you and the
other candidates

will be asked to speak tonight.

The selection committee will
let us know when we arrive.

I prefer to go last,
so I can listen

to what Brownlow and
Simpson have to say,

and alter my speech accordingly.

You won't get the chance.

You'll have to sit
outside when they speak,

besides, don't try to
think on your feet,

you'll only have 10 minutes.

10 minutes is all I need,
I know what I want to say.

I dismiss terms such as
feminism, Mr. Palfrey,

but the effects of it, the
maternity welfare clinics,

the schools, the day nurseries,

the campaign for adequate
pensions for war widows,

these are most relevant.

Newford had a great
many enfranchised female

breadwinners who will not
return to their pre-war status,

and most importantly,
through their children,

they are the architects
of the future.

Let me speak for them,

and you have the future
in your hands.

Thank you Miss Brownlow.

If you'll be good enough to
ask Mr. Maddox to come in.

Yes, of course.

To paraphrase Wellington,

I don't know how she
can affect the Tories,

but my God, she terrifies me.

Ah, Mr. Maddox.

Mr. John Maddox.

Well Mr. Maddox, we
have heard Miss Brownlow

and Mr. Simpson tell
us their reasons

for wanting to represent
the Independent Labour Party

in the forthcoming bi-election.

You have 10 minutes
to tell us yours.

I am not sure that I can,

I don't know that I do want to.

But I can tell you why I need
to, and more importantly,

why the Newford constituents
need me.

There's one for you.

Thanks.

Oh it's from George Halt,
my old tutor at Chelsea.

Wants me to have dinner
with him, I wonder why.

Evie, everything all right?

Daniel, don't be angry.

I had to do something,
I couldn't just

let things rest as they were.

What on Earth are
you talking about?

I wrote and invited your
parents to the wedding.

With the greatest respect
to Mr. Simpson

and Miss Brownlow,
I would point out

that each of their
campaigns, however admirable,

will only appeal to a limited
section of the constituency.

In contrast, the central
principle of the living wage

is that it benefits
society as a whole.

Now, encouraging manufacturers
to invest

in their own workforce,
rather than abroad,

may lead to lower
profits, at first,

but in the long run, the
increased spending power

of their workers means
that these manufacturers

will have created a new
market for their goods.

This is not a constituency
issue,

I make no apologies for
that, it is a national one.

It effects, benefits
the whole nation,

and that, ladies and gentlemen,

is what the Independent
Labour Party is here for.

How dare you go behind my back?

You're just like your
father, selfish, domineering.

Selfish, why is that selfish?

I'm tryna keep you
out of all this.

Well you know exactly how much

I need to be a part of it.

Evie, you're marrying
me, not my family.

Well I'm not sure I
want to marry anyone

who's only prepared to share
part of their life with me.

Evie.

Evie, I need you.

Don't do this to me.

Then trust me, like you
expect me to trust you.

Daniel, let me in.

It's what I should have
said 10 years ago,

only I didn't have the words.

Everything I ever
knew about art,

everything I ever wanted to
do with it came from dad.

He was much better than me.

He could carve a wooden fish

you'd be scared to touch,
in case it wriggled away.

It was fine when I was little.

He was proud of me.

First trouble came when I
was sacked off the big farm.

I was up late painting,
overslept,

missed milking again,
that was it.

Dad told me it was time
I settled down,

forgot all this nonsense,
like he'd done.

I told him he was a
frightened old man

who'd wasted his talent
for a penneth of security.

From then on, things
just got worse.

Then one day, the vicar asked me

if I'd made up my mind about

the arts school place
he'd got for me.

I said I didn't know what
he was talking about.

He said he'd given all
the papers to dad,

so I went home, asked
him what was going on,

what papers, I said "What's
the vicar on about?"

He went to the dresser, took
the papers out of a draw,

he tore them up in front of me.

"Not for the likes of
us", he said.

I went upstairs, packed
a bag and walked out.

Saturday was the first
time I've seen him since.

That's it, really.

Both of us feel betrayed,
now it's too late.

We'll see.

In the voting for a candidate

to represent the Independent
Labour Party

in the Newford constituency,
the results are as follows.

Mr. Godfrey Simpson, 14 votes.

Mr. John Maddox, 18 votes.

And Miss Lilian Brownlow,
19 votes.

There being three candidates,

Mr. Simpson will withdraw
his candidature,

and the committee will
recast their votes

between Miss Brownlow
and Mr. Maddox.

May I have your attention
please?

The results of the
second ballot as follows.

Miss Lilian Brownlow, 24 votes.

Mr. John Maddox, 27 votes.

I therefore declare
Mr. John Maddox

to be our prospective
parliamentary candidate

for the Newford constituency.

Thank you.

You look wonderful.

Well, everything's
under control.

Nanny's holding the fort, so
I think we'd better leave,

otherwise Evie will be
wondering where we've got to.

Still worrying over
little sister, hey?

Please let me.

It's her wedding day.

After all, I won't get
the chance again, will I?

All set?

Be happy.

Dearly beloved, we are
gathered together

in the sight of God, and in
the face of this congregation,

to join together this man,

and this woman, in
holy matrimony.

Champagne?

Jack, Bea, let me introduce you.

This is my mother, Peggy
Page, my sister, Mary.

Evie's sister Beatrice, and
her husband, Jack Maddox.

Yes, I'm delighted to meet you.

-How do you do?
-Hello, hello.

Let me introduce you
to some people.

You did that picture about
strikers, didn't you?

Yes, yes I did.

I saw that at Cheltenham.

Emma Cassin, she's my favourite.

Congratulations Miss, Mrs. Page.

-Mr. Page.
-Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Oh Miss Evie, you
do look a picture.

I was saying to Norman,
isn't it funny

how we both made each
other's wedding dresses.

We've come a long way
together, Tilly.

Yeah, we have.

It's been such a nice day.

I hope you won't
be too offended,

because me and Norman
have got to leave now.

Oh no, no, no, of course not.

Well thank you for coming.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot, bye bye.

-Bye bye.
-Bye bye.

Hey, what's this Lady
Westlake want, anyway?

Oh, she just wants a chat.

I think I'm the only one
who ever listens to her.

I'm all right, honest.

It's just sometimes
I envy people,

being able to show off how
happy they are, that's all.

I know.

Oh dear, I almost forgot,
I've got you a little present.

Oh Charles!

Now, you're to wear this,
and you can show it off

to whoever you want to.

You and me will know
what it means.

You all right?

That honeysuckle, needs
cutting back,

it'll be all over the
place come spring.

I know.

I can drive,
I don't have

a motor of my own though.

And in your employment
as a chef,

what kind of food do you cook?

All sorts, depends
what's on the menu.

But can you cook good,
plain, English dishes?

Yeah, of course.

How was your party?

Did you manage all right?

Mrs. Foss, I did not
invite you here

to discuss my daughter's
social arrangements.

I wish to find out if
your husband was suitable.

Suitable?

I am offering you both a
position in my household.

You shall be my companion,

and do a little light
housekeeping.

You shall be chef, chauffeur,
and general handyman.

I am offering £200
jointly per anum,

and there is a furnished cottage

behind the stables,
which you may used.

There are two bedrooms
in the cottage,

so any children may
be accommodated,

but I shall not expect
your domestic affairs

to interfere with mine.

Well, will you come
and work for me?

Morning.

Good morning.

Who is your letter from?

George Halt.

You know those study
bursaries I told you about?

Mm-hmm.

I've been awarded one of them.

Daniel, that's marvellous.

Evie, it's for a year,

starting at the end
of next month.

So?

A year in Paris.

Oh, what a shame.

What a shame you
have to turn down

such a wonderful offer.

Daniel, you are going to
turn it down, aren't you?