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Hello, thought you'd have gone to bed by now.

I'm not tired, I was waiting for you.

I'm sorry if it's late.

How was your evening?

Interesting.

In what way?

Well.

I had a sort of proposal.

Piggy?

He wants me to share lodgings with him in Birmingham.

What?

He's broke, you see.

Flat broke.

Poor Piggy, all his shares, everything just gone.

Oh, that's dreadful.

How?

Bad investments.

He's taking it very well.

Now he's going to do what he really wants, to be an actor.

He's got a job at the Birmingham Repertory Theatre.

And he wants you to go with him.

Dear Piggy.

Can you imagine it, living in sin,

me as a wardrobe mistress while he carries a spare.

If it wasn't so serious, it would be funny.

Bea.

Hmm.

I had a sort of proposal tonight myself as well.

What?

An unexpected visitor, Arthur.

He expected us both to be in

and when he realised you weren't here.

He proposed to you?

He said his life was empty.

He was unhappy.

I don't believe this.

He was so creeping.

Bea, he was horrible.

Evie.

You can imagine how I felt.

He's gone too far this time.

I'm going to phone out Lydia first thing in the morning.

-Why? -Because I think

she should know what has son, your legal guardian has done.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's my own business mother.

Marriage to Evangeline,

have you taken leave of your senses?

Have you taken leave of yours?

-What? -Ever since

I came back from the war,

you've done nothing but badger me to get married.

You've tried to pair me off

with every suitable girl in town,

the whole thing has become a joke.

-Arthur. -When it comes to marriage,

I want to choose for myself, is that clear?

And you chose Evangeline Eliott,

a girl without a penny to her name and no place in society.

Mother there's been a war, things have changed,

you will not dictate to me anymore.

I think you'll not refer to this again ever.

I'm going to work.

Beatrice has humiliated me because of your impropriety.

Apart from the stupidity of it,

didn't it cross your mind,

that you're Evangeline's legal guardian until she's of age?

A solicitor of all people popping the question to his ward.

Oh, Evie, what do you think?

It looks great.

I've come to invite you to the movies tonight.

That includes you, Tilly.

I'm not sure sir.

Again, yet I can't have my eyes

stay a day without liquid.

It's very kind of you Jack, but we aren't in the mood.

Head down and racing for a brick wall.

Ouch, what's the matter?

We're running out of cash,

just at the time we need more capital for equipment

and for staff.

What happened to that nice big cheque

that Piggy promised you?

Kind of gone back on his word, surely.

No.

He's now not in a position to offer us anything.

He's been let down very badly.

How?

Oh, Jack, it's a long story.

But he's been left with nothing.

Nothing?

What do you mean?

Bad investments.

We are quite worried Jack.

I'm surprised.

Poor chap.

Situation is pretty serious for you too, isn't it?

Hmm, I'm afraid it is, yes.

Good, Lord.

I suppose my investment's been swallowed up already.

Jack it was a wonderful start.

We just need more to keep us on our feet.

We want to pay you back.

She's had a brainwave.

It is not a brainwave, it's a pretty dreary idea.

I have to go, Evie will explain all.

Goodbye, wish me luck.

Good luck.

I'm so pleased that you wrote to me after all this time,

and how fine you're looking.

Reading between the lines as you must have wanted me to.

I assume you and Evangeline

understand why I broke up my friendship with your father.

You discovered he was a habitual adulterer and a liar,

a miser and a tyrant.

To Evie and me at least.

That must have been very hard for you both.

Having to come to terms with that knowledge.

I still does Evangeline's godfather.

How did Henry explain why,

quite suddenly, I was no longer a visitor at your home?

He told us you'd been posted abroad.

But every year on her birthday and at Christmas,

there were your gifts for Evie,

posted from somewhere in London.

I used to be quite jealous sometimes.

-I don't believe that,

not for one moment.

Now as to the matter in hand.

Your kind of business, however praise worthy

is too small a scale to interest my colleagues here.

This is a matter of the high-street banks.

I have tried the high-street banks.

And they turned you down?

Now, they turned you down

because your proposals are inadequate.

Poor in accounting skills

and inspire no confidence in a would be investor.

You are asking men to lend you money

with which to build a hazy personal dream.

Now, what interest does a hazy personal dream pay?

If I were a man, would you talk to me like this?

Would you be so dismissive.

Certainly I would.

Far more men come to me with impossible projects

than do women.

But why is it impossible?

Largely because you have no guarantor.

No one prepared to foot the bill

if you and Evangeline go under.

Why should we go under?

Because you're aiming at under funding from the start.

I won't take up any more of your time.

Beatrice, I know this much, you've got courage,

and the conviction of your abilities and Evangeline's.

But we are two empty headed girls,

trying to make our way in a world of men.

I'm sorry, if I gave you that impression.

Truly sorry.

Beatrice,

bear this in mind,

Arthur Eliott has the reputation in the city

of being a sound man.

Persuade Mr. Eliott to stand as your guarantor

and I promise I will state your case

as a personal gesture to my board members.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Part as friends?

I want you to succeed,

what I don't want to see,

is you nose diving into bankruptcy.

There's too much of that about already.

Goodbye.

-Beatrice.

I would like to step in again as Evangeline's godfather

and in a more personal way.

May I call on her, sometime?

Quite soon?

Yes, of course.

A little high don't you think Mrs. Eliott?

Lady Colefax won't have her hemline

an niche lower, your ladyship.

Oh, does make for Sibyl Colefax, do you?

Yes.

My dear you are on the up and up.

And your trim ankle and a good calf

could withstand this blast of fashion.

The hemline will do nicely,

have it completed and sent on to me at Southampton Square.

Of course, your ladyship.

Good good.

Such charm these small businesses have.

We think nothing else but of your ladyship's pleasure,

Lady Finehurst.

Such loyalty.

Such nimble fingers.

-Good day. -Good day.

Thank you Lady Finehurst.

Bye bye.

Spot cash Tilly, save it for a rainy day.

Bea, you've got to make up your mind.

I know.

I know, I know.

Well, whatever you decide, I'm with you.

You'll be rather more with me if I talk to Arthur.

Believe me, I can't think of nothing worse.

But that man is our last hope.

And if he stands as our guarantor,

Sir Desmond will help us?

Yes, we have everything to lose by not approaching him.

Do it now, make an appointment to see him.

No, he's far too sure of himself

when he's standing behind his desk.

This calls for the personal approach.

And now, before I go off the whole idea.

Miss Beatrice Eliott.

Beatrice, unexpected pleasure, please sit down.

A drink?

There is nothing personal about this visit Arthur,

it's strictly business.

Business?

And why not an appointment at my office?

Unless you've summoned us to your office,

you are always too busy to see us.

Well, what is it you want to discuss?

We need help.

We need a guarantor.

You.

Then Sir Desmond Gillespie thinks he can raise enough money

to set our enterprise going.

Gillespie, you don't mean to tell me

you've approached him?

Why not, he's Evie's godfather, isn't he?

Gillespie Saroyan,

dealing with national and international accounts,

not with parlour dressmaking.

He felt sure that as Evie's guardian,

you'd be prepared to act as our guarantor.

And that when you did.

Gillespie said that?

And that when you did,

he would certainly offer our proposition to his board.

No, no Beatrice, that bird won't fly, I'm sorry.

Are you turning me down because Evie turned you down?

Personalities don't enter into a business proposition.

You made that clear when you arrived.

And you came here to ask me to stand as guarantor,

but I can't, not for a project

I truly believe to be doomed from the word go.

Evie told me I was wasting my time coming to see you.

And she was right, just as she was right to turn you down.

You are a man of straw, Arthur.

And if you didn't irritate me so much,

I might even feel sorry for you.

Be glad Arthur wouldn't help us.

It's bad enough him being my guardian,

if he had that extra control over us

he'd drive us mad within a month.

No, there's always a silver lining hey.

What do you think?

It's not that bad, is it?

The golden lion myself

written, produced, directed by yours truly.

Sorry Jack, it's very good.

We're just a bit preoccupied at the moment.

Had no luck with the extra funding?

-What are you gonna do?

I don't know but this isn't going to stop us.

Whatever we have to do, we're not gonna give up now.

The way I see it, with nothing to sell,

with nothing form,

so what do you need is a cheque that'll be honoured,

to tide you over until business picks up.

What do you think we've been looking for

day after day.

After day after day.

This double act can stop now.

Now look, what I'm gonna do,

what I'm gonna do is to double my investment

in Eliotts and Eliotts.

No Jack, you've done far too much already.

What better course could there be?

I don't believe it.

Cross my heart.

Well, with an investment like that,

then we have to do something positive for you.

We'll pay you back as soon as we can.

No Evie, I know, let's make him a director of the firm.

A film director yes, firm director no.

You've seen me at a board meeting?

Well Jack, is either that

or we shan't accept your more than generous offer.

I see, well, in that case, what option does a man have?

Run it again.

Dear sir, further to your claims

to a substantial loyalty

of the estate of the late Dr. Henry Eliott,

would you be kind enough to attend to these offices

when we may discuss these claims

and other matters both fully and confidentially.

I'm sir, your obedient servant, Arthur Eliott, solicitor.

Am I to understand that you formally renounce

any earlier claims you made

to the effect that you are Dr. Eliott's natural son?

Yes,

I was misled by my mother.

Anyway, that's all cleared out now.

The recent correspondence suggests other wise, so.

For almost 25 years,

Henry Eliott maintained my mother as if she were his wife.

Bought her a house, paid all her bills,

gave her an allowance,

put me through prep school, Rugby and Cambridge,

spent almost as much time with her as he did at his,

at his legal home.

In return, she gave him everything a wife could give.

Love, devotion, the closest interest in all his doings.

Sir, I believe that to be so, yes.

Well then, Dr. Eliott's dead,

but his responsibilities to my mother as his,

as his wife in all that name,

must surely continue.

A settlement, I want a just, reasonable settlement

to maintain her in some comfort in her old age.

Were those the facts?

They are the facts and you know it.

Were those the entire facts,

then consideration would have to be given

to your mother's claims.

But you've seriously imagined

that Henry Eliott could have maintained your mother and you

in such manner as you've both enjoyed

on his fees as a doctor in general practise,

as well as maintaining his legal family

and home in Highgate.

Mr. Pearce,

you do us both a disservice if you persist in this vain.

What are you driving at?

On the pretext of a blood relationship

with Miss Beatrice and Miss Evangeline Eliott,

you've tried to insinuate yourself into their lives.

Well, at the time I believed I was their half brother.

But you aren't, and you now know you aren't.

So this intrusion into their lives must cease forthwith.

Ask your mother, what she knows of the following gentlemen.

Mr. Simon Drew of Devices,

Mr. Roger Dunlap of Winster,

there's Sir Frederick in news, there's Cullin of Kensington,

shall I go on?

Let me see that.

Who are these men?

All current or former acquaintances of your mother.

What are you insinuating?

Any one of whom could be your natural father.

You have their addresses, go and badger them for reparation.

I have a police constable outside

just waiting for my signal.

Dr. Eliott did more than enough in his own modest way

to acknowledge his relationship with your mother.

Now this whole episode is over.

Take that list and get out of here.

If you attempt to bother me or my family,

and that specifically includes

Beatrice and Evangeline Eliott again,

I'll ensure that your mother's reckless private life

becomes public knowledge.

Newspapers Mr. Pearce, avid for scandal.

Arthur, delightful surprise.

How very nice, a lunch time visit.

Yes, well, a client failed to turn up for an appointment,

an hour to spare, and I thought well,

why not look and see how things are going?

You must do this more often darling.

Here, let me take your things.

Thank you.

Yes and what did occur to me

since my firm's undergoing its annual audit,

was that I might just take a look at the club's books.

Cocktail coming up.

Something about the books, darling?

Prost.

Hmm, that's better.

Isn't it always, sweetest sin in the world.

Have your gasper love.

Oh, I must have left my case in the office.

I shan't keep you a moment.

Oh, dear, the books.

Susie as a legal advisor to the club,

I am expected to take a glance of the

from time to time.

Of course you are, darling.

It's just we've been so rushed recently

that I must fess up to being just a little bit behind hand

with the books and so.

Nevermind, the general overview.

On Tuesday, was it,

yes, Tuesday night I decided to take the books

and all the paperwork home, and believe me,

sweetest little Susie's been at those accounts

every moment she's had.

So they should be ready when?

By the weekend?

Weekend it's an itsy-bitsy trixie, sweetheart,

this small person's been invited

to a very large party in Deauville.

Oh, but of course, you must go.

-So, next week for the books.

Oh, any evening after Tuesday, beloved

and I'll be here at your disposal.

Now do drink up or your cocktail will be getting hot.

What's that?

A hazy personal dream?

There is nothing hazy about it.

It's all there in detail and it's mine.

It's not a copy of last month's gay little number by Lucio.

Lucio couldn't design anything half as clever as that,

but who Evie of our existing clientele

is going to pay for an original by you,

when we can deliver a cunning copy of a Lucio

or a Worth and at a third of their prices.

I'm not going to copy other people's designs

for the rest of my life.

Evie won't be a moment Sir Desmond.

The knightly address is for clients only,

for heaven's sake call me Desmond.

What a charming room.

Have you lived here long?

Well, not much more than a year.

Hello.

I simply don't believe it.

Was it for this lovely creature that I stood at the front

and renounced the devil and all his works,

how absolutely delightful to see you again.

We'll have a wonderful evening together.

-Oh. -Hello, I'm Sebastian.

-Who are you? -Daphne Haycock.

Daphne, that's a lovely name for a lovely girl.

Tell me, I saw you with that chap over there,

ordering you a drink.

Are you alone or is he your man?

Oh, he's not, we call him

because that's what he is.

enjoy this house.

He's a regular member here?

Darling, he's a founder member,

and a joint earner and director,

he's seating on a little goldmine if you ask me.

And so it would seem.

C'mon that's enough of that.

Where are we going?

What do you wanna drink?

Anything darling, anything.

So long as it's cool and strong.

A bottle of whiskey, two glasses, plenty of ice.

Ciggy?

But likely.

Hey likely.

And if you have a liking for stronger stuff.

Available here?

Just go to the office,

talk to Peter, prove your membership

your father.

I might just do that.

Goodie goodie, everybody else does.

I'm sorry that Arthur couldn't be your guarantor.

He didn't believe in us, like everybody else.

No matter, thank you for this Desmond.

Can I ask?

How did you become so successful?

Success is relative.

I was lucky enough to have a father

who could afford to put me through school and university.

But the moment I'd taken my degree,

his financial support stopped,

I had to make my own way in the city.

So what did you do?

I joined a firm of stockbrokers

as a very junior member of the staff.

I watched and listened to my seniors

and I began to learn how the exchange worked.

There was money to be made from money,

buying currency low and selling it high.

So you think making money

is more important than making things, items people need?

The creative part of investment

comes from encouraging the right undertakings,

persuading people to put their money

into worthy creative enterprises.

Isn't ours a worthy creative enterprise?

-Bea. -No, no Evie,

Beatrice is right, it's a fair point.

But there are other aspects to be considered.

For example, what is its financial potential?

Don't you ever rely on your instinct.

Oh, a great deal of the time.

I've made substantial amounts of money

by backing my instincts on enterprises

that were originally nothing but a vague idea.

-But ours. -But I've also

lost quite a lot being guided by the wrong instincts.

So your instincts tell you

that what Evie and I are trying to achieve is bound to fail?

Not at all.

Don't misunderstand me Beatrice,

there's a lot of luck in any business venture.

To succeed in anything, you have to have flair,

you have to have driving ambition,

and yes, indeed, you have to have luck.

Now from what I've learnt this evening,

you both have the flair, you both have the ambition.

But you don't think we have the luck.

Not yet.

But don't give up.

I am still searching for another way to help you.

Would you, speaking].

That was a lovely evening, wasn't it?

Hmm.

We're still nowhere near finding the finance we need.

Well, Desmond said he was still trying to help us.

Evie, your godfather is a wealthy man

if he really believed in us,

he'd have put some of his own money into our project.

Don't you think he was serious then, about helping us?

Yes, I think he meant it,

I'm just disappointed, he didn't back us personally.

Well, he's a business man Bea.

I did like him though.

Yeah.

I think I would trust him, despite everything.

He said, all we needed was luck.

We certainly do.

Susie Hofman.

Please be seated.

Arthur Eliott.

Yes.

Would there be anything else, your ladyship?

No, I don't think so.

Oh, yes.

Did Mr. Arthur leave for the office early this morning?

He may have done mum

but I wouldn't know because he didn't leave from here.

What?

He never came home last night.

When I took his tea up this morning,

his bed hadn't been slept in.

Not come home?

Why didn't you tell me immediately.

In all 18 members of the popular 25 Club

and six members of staff

were arrested after a police raid on the Soho premises

early this morning.

Among those arrested were co owners Mr. Peter Lo-Ching,

Miss Susan Hofman and Mr. Arthur Eliott,

a prominent London solicitor.

Oh my god.

I don't believe it,

Arthur involved in a shady night club.

Exactly, shady.

You realise what this means, don't you?

He can't be regarded as a fit and proper person

to act as your guardian.

Of course, he can't.

Or to look after father's estate.

This could be the luck, Desmond was talking about.

Exactly.

We're going to have to thrash this out with Arthur.

Did your livery dinner last 17 hours, Arthur?

What do you think you look like?

How the livery dinner degenerated rather.

Several of us went off to some night spot rather.

I don't believe this.

That we went off to a nightclub?

Was it that 25 Club?

It all became rather lively.

Oh, Daphne, Daphne Haycock and her guy,

were fooling around, having a high time,

when those police arrived.

A lot of us were there, Sonnie Bapton,

, Daphne.

Mother, we simply appeared before Benton magistrates,

that's all,

people are always being arrested in nightclubs.

Flappers and play boys perhaps, but not solicitors.

Mother, there'll be no outcome to this at all, believe me.

It's over and done with.

During their raid, the Metropolitan Police uncovered

not merely another private club

dispensing alcoholic drinks beyond the hours of its licence.

But a club on whose premises

proscribed drugs could freely be bought

for immediate consumption on those premises.

I speak of opium gentlemen of the jury.

I speak of cocaine.

I speak of insidious and invidious drugs

that can lead only to sickness, madness, and death.

I shall further prove gentlemen,

that the owners and directors of the 25 Club,

have been ferrying by the shipload,

regular supplies of whiskey

to the shores of the United States of America

for an outrageous profit and clandestinely,

clandestinely, since the sale

and consumption of alcoholic beverages

is expressly forbidden by the laws of those United States.

This is a trial

not of careless and foolish infringes of some minor law.

No.

What we have on trial here

are three corrupt and cynical renegades,

whose punishment must be exemplary and rigorous.

What I am famous to point out gentlemen of the jury,

is that I am defending not all three of the accused,

but my clients,

is Susan Hofman, and Mr. Peter Lo-Ching.

Two honest and hard working citizens of this country,

who for some time

have been running a respectable and popular club.

My clients have been criminally duped

by the third defendant, Mr. Arthur Eliott,

whose detestable adventures into drug peddling

and prohibition braking,

were carried on entirely unknown to my clients.

Arthur Eliott is the éminence grise,

the power behind the throne.

He and he alone is responsible for the wickedness

that has been so rightly brought to book

by dedicated members of the Metropolitan Police Force.

My lord, gentlemen of the jury,

emotional claptrap gentlemen,

is used by members of my profession,

when they know that their arguments are weak,

and the allegations without factual, provable evidence.

Moral outrage may be good for the soul,

but it has no basis for legal judgement .

And my client, Mr. Arthur Eliott,

has been the object of nothing but emotional claptrap,

since the moment this trial began.

Peter Lo-Ching, you are an educated man,

and once you were an honest businessman,

but greed overcame your scruples

and you began importing cocaine and opium,

to be sold with no thought

to the physical or moral consequences,

to the members of your club.

In addition, and contrary to the laws of this country,

you exported whiskey to be sold

to equally unprincipled criminals

in the United States of America.

The Western world must know,

that those who seek to deprave and corrupt its countrymen

can expect nothing but condemned punishment.

You will serve three years with hard labour,

in one of his majesty's prisons.

Susan Hofman.

Yours was not the guiding hand in this squalid enterprise,

but you willingly and with full knowledge,

supported that guiding hand.

You will go to prison for one year.

Arthur Richard Eliott.

There is no doubt in my mind that you had any knowledge

of your partner's illicit and dangerous trade.

But ignorance of criminal activity

when it's being perpetrated in a business

of which you are a founder, and a director

is not a satisfactory defence.

You should have known what was going on.

You are a man of law,

and your criminal folly to allow yourself

to be hoodwinked for so long, by your co-defendants,

Lo-Ching and Hofman.

I'm fining you 1000 pounds for your reckless disregard

for the reputation of your club,

and for the physical and moral well being of its members.

In addition, you will also serve 28 days in prison.

Ah, Lady Finehurst.

I've caught you just in time.

Ah, Miss Eliott.

Your gown, I believe we had an appointment.

I don't know how you have the audacity to come here after.

After what Lady Finehurst?

After the disgraceful scandal

surrounding your relative Arthur Eliott.

I beg your pardon.

I would no more wear that gown

than use a prescription supplied by Dr. Crippen.

I don't think I quite understand.

You'll have none of my business madam

and I shall make quite sure

that none of my acquaintance patronise you in future.

It was not my cousin Arthur

who made this gown Lady Finehurst,

whether you wear it or not,

your bill is still the same, 25 guineas.

If you relish another case in court,

then sue me for the money.

No one welshes on a business debt and just goes scot free.

Are you daring to threaten me, Miss Eliott?

By tomorrow, your name and address

and the nature of your debt

will be entered into the books of Mrs. Dun and Bradstreet.

Within a week no shop or business will accept your credit.

It'll be cash on the nail, madam,

and how will Lord Finehurst care for that?

Get out of my way.

Lady Haycock, your ladyship.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you, no.

How's Daphne?

As I'm sure you realised,

she and her friends were supplied with drugs from that club.

Daphne's been inhaling cocaine quite regularly,

but she is yet not an addict, is no thanks to Arthur.

As it is, Robert and I have sent her to Austria

to a sanatorium.

I'm very, very sorry.

I'm sure you are.

I don't imagine for a moment,

that any of the events of the past few months

have given you any pleasure.

You have failed with Arthur, as I have failed with Daphne.

Arthur's had one kind of punishment.

The rest will be waiting for him,

when he comes out of prison.

He's ruined, in this country at least.

And you Lydia,

will lose your entire circle of acquaintances.

It isn't fair.

It isn't Christian.

But that's how people behave.

And I don't think I want to know such people.

Do we know any other?

I shall have to make it my business to, shan't I?

But thank you for having the grace to warm me in person.

Goodbye, Lydia.

Goodbye Dolly.

Mrs. Gregory.

Yes, I understand.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Yes, yes, perhaps when you come back from holiday.

Of course, goodbye.

Thank your cousin Arthur.

Mrs. Gregory.

She's had to go away unexpectedly,

so she's cancelling her order.

Oh, why don't they come out with the real reason

instead of these feeble excuses?

Well, at least she telephoned.

It's better than all those letters we've been getting.

Cowardice I call it.

Where I live we tell people things to their faces.

I just don't understand it,

seems the higher up you go the less honesty there is.

Tilly, we can be just as bad,

how many times have we gritted our teeth

when customers have been impossible?

Leave them to me next time Miss Bea,

I'll tell them a few untruths.

Fine Tilly, and then we'll all be out in the streets.

At least we'll go out with a flourish.

I won't really do that.

We know.

I've been thinking,

as times are bad.

Yes, Tilly.

What are you trying to say?

Well, there's not a lot for me to do you see.

So if you wanted to let me go, I'd quite understand it.

Tilly, the thought hadn't even crossed our minds.

We're not that badly off yet.

Unless of course you want to.

Oh, no, Miss Bea.

I love tidying up and making cups of tea.

-Makes a change in dressmaking. -

I'll get that.

Probably Jack ran out of biscuits again.

I wish to see Miss Beatrice or Miss Evangeline.

This way Lady Finehurst.

Lady Finehurst.

Miss Eliott, I hope I haven't disturbed anything.

Obviously not.

I'll make us a cup of tea.

Not for me, thank you.

To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure,

Lady Finehurst?

I assume you received your coat and gown,

they were dispatched on receipt of your payment.

I am delighted with them.

I am thinking of commissioning another gown,

something for the evening this time.

I don't think I quite understand.

It's quite simple.

I'm giving you another order.

I do not condone what your cousin did.

However, he is paying for his mistake.

Have you come here today to gloat

because we seem to be losing customers?

Do you want my business?

And if we decided to make you another gown,

would you refuse to pay again?

I would give you a check in advance.

What is it you really want?

After you came to see me,

I felt I had been somewhat hard on you.

And you've had a change of heart?

Isn't one allowed to change one's mind?

Whatever your reasons, Lady Finehurst,

I'm afraid we cannot accept your order.

We have our principles too.

I see.

Miss Eliott it is hard to apologise

and admit that one was wrong.

I accept and admire your principles.

In your position I would have done the same.

Not many people have had the courage to stand up to me.

Whether you accept my order or not is entirely up to you.

But my hope is, that you will.

Good luck Arthur.

Arthur.

It's been a long month Arthur.

You've had plenty of time to think about your future.

What you're going to do.

When we get home, I shall have a long bath,

a stiff drink, a change of clothes, I stink of prison.

And I'll arrange to visit Beatrice and Evangeline.

I hardly think you will receive a warm welcome from them.

I'm not so sure about that.

But I need to keep one step ahead of the Law Society.

To do so, I have to talk to the girls pretty damn quick.

Thursday the 12th at 11:30?

Thank you so much Mrs. Grubal.

Goodbye.

Did you say Mrs. Grubal?

The Maisie Grubal, Queen of Belgravia.

And if she likes our work, her whole set is in.

Everyone young and smart has been absolutely delighted

by Arthur's notoriety, they're all flocking here

for the latest gossip and the newest fashion.

But Maisie Grubal.

So if you could just get yourself arrested Tilly,

-a fortune made. -

Oh, not another appointment.

Eliott's, may I help you?

Arthur.

I'll be less frank with you,

about certain financial interests.

I assure you, dishonesty.

Yes, less than frank.

Why?

All in good time.

But soon?

In the matter of the club, what I've never told you

is that your father put up 80% of the money to start it

and I put up the remainder.

Arthur.

It's all in the deeds, black on white.

Is there nothing he wouldn't spend his money on

except for us?

Please, please wait.

Now, because of the trial,

my stake in the club and more of my own money

has gone to pay the fine levied by the court.

But the rest, the interest and the dividends belongs to you.

Arthur, why have you kept this from us until now?

.

Believe it or not, embarrassment.

I just didn't want you to know that your father and I

were involved with that kind of wealth.

Oh, please, Arthur.

I was wrong, I was stupid.

I admit it.

What else have you been protecting us from Arthur?

There is something else, isn't there?

I misjudged your ability to run a business of your own.

And so as the executor of your father's estate,

I decided not to disclose

the full amount of money left in that estate.

I don't believe this.

In your own best interest, so I then thought,

I set aside certain monies from the estate

and from the sale of the family house.

How set aside?

In a separate account,

attracting useful interest everyday it's there.

-Without telling us? -When we needed it most.

As your guardian,

I did what I thought was best.

Leaving us no say in the matter.

Arthur, tell me this, how much money is there in the bank

waiting for us to use as we choose?

From the estate, from the sell of the house,

but mainly from the club.

You'll be in the possession of some 3000 pounds,

made over to you to manage until Evangeline comes of age.

And she'll share its control with you.

If I told the Law Society

how you've misdirected our affairs,

you'd be in more trouble than you are.

I want you to appoint me as Evie's legal guardian,

and Sir Desmond Gillespie as executive of father's estate.

I'll see to it immediately.

And afterwards?

Obviously, you can never work again in this country.

I understand.

I made one very good friend during the war.

He has extensive business interests in America.

He's offering me work as a legal advisor in Boston.

I'm sailing next Monday.