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Good morning.

Good morning,

we had an appointment to your building at 10:30.

Yes, come in.

Thank you.

It's very fine.

It's a bit gloomy.

It's very expensive.

It is only a place where we can show off our clothes

after all, when we are properly established,

we can show our collection on our own premises

like everyone else does.

If that day ever comes.

It will.

I'm glad you and Jack are friends again.

Yes.

Professionally, we're not off to a very good start, are we?

Yes, we are.

We have the best design in London,

and we are not going to resign ourselves

to second best because of that stupid article.

This place is gaudy, dark, old fashioned and boring.

We, on the other hand are not.

200 guineas there on picture,

would any pay for that dress?

Never.

And I mean far be it for me to criticise,

but in the picture, it wasn't a patch on one of these.

200 guineas is so much.

Girls, I don't mind you chatting,

but could you make sure the work is done as well, please.

you're disgraceful, gossiping like that.

Don't worry, it's not about one of ours.

It's about one of Yolande Hermane.

Madge, where do you find these things out?

Jerry tell me.

Huh!

What is Jerry to know a thing like that?

He's a new young man.

He's a bookkeeper, he works there.

Really, oh, is that the new fabric from the printers?

He looks for Yolande Hermane, the designer?

That's right.

Who does?

Madge's new chap.

Does he?

It's a pity, we don't know precisely when her show is.

I can't.

Can't what Madge?

I can't go asking questions about a rival house.

Oh, we won't dream of asking you, would we Bea?

Of course, no, that will be most unethical.

Blue shade, I want copies of that statement,

both typed out before lunch, so that I can check it through.

Yes, Ms. Hermane.

And I want a car booked to Paris before.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I told you I wanted more height, more line.

I've covered in as you suggested, Ms. Hermane.

I've made it leaner.

You've starved it to death Mr. Wickham.

You've murdered it, lean is not empty.

Think of it as suggesting a potential fullness,

a secret flowering of hidden extravagance.

It needs lifting, needs power, it needs mystery, look.

Oh Madge, I thought you had gone home, come on in.

Oh no, I can't stop, Jerry's waiting.

But I thought you ought to know,

seem as you are so keen to see the Hermane collection.

Madge you are a trooper.

So when is it?

14th of next month.

Uh, are you sure?

Yes.

Anything else.

Ms. Evie, I'll see you in the morning.

Goodnight Madge.

-Goodnight. -Bye.

-Hey, Madge. -Bye.

Bye.

What was matched doing here?

Guess.

Do we know when Hermane collection is?

The 14th.

No.

Exactly what, is just a while we found out now, isn't it?

I don't believe this,

you make me bring out these dresses

to be locked away in case anyone spies on them.

And here you are, merely spying on someone else.

Jack, we are not spying.

It's mainly a question of practicalities.

I'm sure Yolande Hermane doesn't want

our shows to clash any more than we do.

Well, actually, I'm quite sure she doesn't give a fig but-

Seriously though, what will you do?

Will you bring the show forward?

I don't know, if we works seven days a week,

24 hours a day.

Well, if the show's a success,

the publicity might just repair the damage

done by Victor Stride's articles.

Jack, don't mention that man's name.

Actually, we're not doing at all badly

with the collection.

We could possibly bring it forward if we able to.

Evie, it is not just a question of the clothes.

We still haven't found a suitable place to have the show.

We haven't even begun to think about mannequins.

No, I think I may be able to help you there.

Remember I have some very lovely honorables in my files.

Honorables?

You are selling to the aristocracy,

used the aristocracy to sell the goods.

Mh-hm.

If we make our show two weeks before the 14th,

how does that sound to you?

Well, it sounds really frightening to me,

but I don't think we have that much choice.

I'll tell the others.

Good morning ladies?

Good morning. -Good morning Bea.

May I have your attention, please?

I have a small announcement to make.

Evie and I have decided to bring the show forward

by two weeks to the 30th of this month.

Now I know this means we work all hours

but I think we can do it.

And we will be paying a bonus for the extra effort involved.

So I shouldn't hold you up any longer.

I don't believe it.

What's that?

It's a Couture Magazine so.

And despite the malicious and ill founded rumours

of recent weeks, we feel certain that The House of Eliott

will prove to be a welcome and worthy edition

to fashionable London.

Who wrote that?

That's just it, Victor Stride wrote it.

No, let me see.

I don't know why, and like don't care,

but he has gone back

of actually everything he said in Suwanee.

Shhh.

Well, it couldn't have come at a better time.

Why has he changed his tune like this?

Oh, does it matter?

I'm not sure Victor Stride

has an impressive reputation to maintain.

It does him no favours by contradicting himself

publicly like this.

Hmm, maybe he realised we were just too important

to write off, because of some imaginary scandal.

Well, I'm not sure about that.

But whatever we have to be ready on time.

Stop being so sensitive.

I didn't say you were obviously losing interest

in the poor and needy.

I said this your disenchantment with the mission

was beginning to show.

All right, I'm sorry.

I always get bad tempered when I'm feeling guilty.

Yes, I know.

I just wish there was something I could say

to make you feel less sad.

You're not a saint Penelope.

You're allowed to become miserable,

and frustrated, and disillusioned.

What you need is a change.

And what would you suggest?

I can not go gallivanting off to Africa, you know,

at the drop of a hat?

Why not?

I beg your pardon?

I said, why not?

What's stopping you from doing exactly that?

Like, I couldn't.

But of course you could.

You could come and teach at the school

attached to the Tanganyika mission,

and that would be a change.

Give me one good reason why you shouldn't?

So, when I was looking through my portfolio,

naturally the first face I turned to was yours.

You are the most frightful liar, Jack.

But I do appreciate the fluttery.

How would you feel about modelling one or two

of the Eliott collection Ms. Crawford?

Oh, I don't know.

It's not something I've ever considered before.

You would look quite splendid in some of the dresses.

Oh yes, I'm sure I would.

Who else have you embroiled in your scheme?

So far, there is Anthea Fisgivan, Jessica Holdingbone-

Oh, I'll do it if Jess will, she's terribly jolly.

You'll do it?

Now Jack, I said I'll do it, if Jess Holdingbone did.

Let me talk to her first, oh, and to mother.

I'll let you know in the next day or so.

Well, thank you very much.

So nice to have met you.

-Bye. -I'll see you out.

Oh, don't worry, I'll find my own way,

bye.

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Very lovely.

There you are, you see that's four already.

I told you that wouldn't be a problem.

ow I ut o.

Evie and I have to look at another hall.

Later then.

Well, I'll have to see how it goes.

House of Eliott.

Speaking.

Oh, hello?

Yes, I did read it as a matter of fact Mr. Stride.

Well, it was certainly less offensive

than your previous article.

May I ask why?

Yes. All right.

No, I think it would be better if you came here.

Yes, that would suit us.

All right.

Goodbye.

Well, well.

Who was that?

That was Victor Stride, he's coming to see us.

He's what?

Come along. We will be late.

It's ideal, the light, spacious,

perfect venue for the magnificent Eliott collection.

Mmh, everyone will come.

Oh, Jack would love this place.

I must bring him to see it.

Well, why didn't you?

Why didn't you ask him to come with us?

Because I am trying to keep Jack

and works separate at the moment.

Well, it's a bit late for that, isn't it?

Jack's just as involved as we are.

Evie, you know what I mean?

No, I don't.

If you ask my opinion I-

Which I'm not.

The sooner you and Jack get married the better.

Why?

Well, because then you can stop worrying about him

and concentrate on more important things.

It's you.

You sound so disappointed, who were you expecting?

No one.

Are you going to let me in.

Did I arrive at some inopportune moment?

No, not really.

Just a bit hush, hush that's all.

You could have been anyone.

Are you feeling all right?

I'm photographing the dresses

for Bea and Evie's collection,

it's terribly important that no one sees them

before the big day.

Why?

Because they'll copy of them of course.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I thought when you said important

you meant important not frocks.

It is important to them, Penn.

I suppose.

Just makes me so mad.

All this care and attention, lavished on so much nonsense.

I've said it before and I-

You certainly have.

I don't apologise, you know.

I don't regret one single word I said

at that charity circus.

Come on, I'm not asking you to.

I am on your side, you know, Penn?

Are you?

Of course, I am.

I mean, are you really?

Is there something I ought to know about?

I don't know.

Come on Penn, tell me what's happened?

I'm just sick of it, Jack.

I am just sick to death of the whole gusty,

charityish here out in this country,

and I'm terrified that if I stay

I am just going to stop caring altogether.

What do you mean if you stay?

I'm thinking of leaving the country.

Robert Adams has offered me a teaching posts

that his new mission.

Oh yes, where is this?

Africa.

Africa?

Well come on Penn, you know you'd hate it there.

Everything that moves growls at you, including the spider.

You're not serious, are you?

I don't know.

When I look around me, the few reasons I can find to stay.

What about your mission?

Is not to my mission anymore.

It's all up and running, they don't need me.

When would you go, if you did decide to leave?

I didn't know. Why?

Well, it's just that some things might be happening here,

you might like to stay and see.

You mean between you and Beatrice?

Perhaps.

You're trying to blackmail me to stay?

No, of course not.

I think the whole idea is absurd

but I would ask you to think a little more seriously

before you go dashing off to the dark continent.

Now would you do that for me, please?

The second poster has just arrived, my lady.

Oh, how funny.

I was just writing to Arthur.

I'll take my lunch in here today, in about half an hour.

Yes, my lady.

Thank you, Jules.

I know the article in Suwanee had my name on it,

but I honestly did not write it.

I don't think anyone honestly wrote it at all Mr. Stride.

It was the most scurrilous piece of scandal mongering

I've ever read.

I can only apologise.

I think we would prefer it if Suwanee apologised,

as publicly as it denounced us.

That I'm afraid is out of my hands.

Why?

I don't write for them anymore.

Like a happy staff to that how could I?

After all, it's not just your reputation at stake,

It's mine as well, and I have no wish to be associated

with that kind of journalist.

Neither do we.

Which is why I went to Couture Magazine

and persuaded them to let me set the record straight.

I hope it didn't take too much effort?

Bea.

We did appreciate your article Victor.

Are you writing exclusively for them now?

Yes.

And Couture Magazine would like the exclusive rights

to feature the first collection of The House of Eliott.

Would they indeed?

Bea, that is wonderful.

Well, I don't know about wonderful,

but it's certainly a good way to become a a household name.

And you promised them they could have those rights?

You are not objecting to the feature surely?

What I'm objecting to, is being presented with this.

The publicising of our first collection

is something my sister and I would have to consider

very carefully.

And now if you'll excuse me, I have some work I must finish.

Evie will see you out.

Good evening Mr. Stride, thank you so much for calling.

I had thought after that second article-

Victor, I think you better leave.

Look, why don't you leave it to me?

Bea is still very upset about the whole thing.

I'll talk to her about Couture.

Of course I don't object to Arthur marrying.

I'm delighted, he's finally got around to it.

Then what is it? Champagne.

It is merely that, when I think of all the eminently

suitable young ladies I introduced him to,

he chooses to marry an American.

So, will you go over for the wedding?

Yes, of course.

I here Boston is delightful in the spring

and relatively civilised, but.

But what?

Arthur has suggested that I consider staying there.

What? For good?

Whatever that may mean. Yes.

Well, does the idea appeal to you?

Oh Desmond, I don't know.

My first reaction was to say, no.

I couldn't possibly leave England and all my friends,

my whole life I suppose.

Then I thought, what life?

What friends for that matter?

Oh come on Lydia, self pity is most unbecoming.

Is that what I am? Self pitying?

Sometimes, and you do have friends.

You?

Of course.

Well, as a friend tell me what you think I should do?

I think you must make up your own mind my dear,

I could be no friend at all if I tried to do it for you.

The scissors.

Ms. Eliott, Ms. Eliott, the collection is now complete.

Ladies and gents, first things first.

All of you thank you.

You've all worked like Trojans,

against a very short deadline.

And Evie and I are delighted with the results.

We'll see just how much when you open your pay packets.

What the rest of the world thinks of The House of Eliott

remains to be seen on the 30th.

But for now, a toast.

The House of Eliott.

The House of Eliott.

Now you know better than to ask for details at this stage.

Suffice to say that Yolande Hermane

will continue to surprise, delight,

and guide the discriminating woman,

in her search for fashionable elegance.

Yes of course you may quote me, that's why I said it.

I'm so sorry.

Do forgive me, before being under

the most tremendous pressure.

Last minute nerves, you know?

Thank you.

And I look forward to seeing you too.

Goodbye.

Beatrice, are we going to allow Victor

to write that feature for Couture?

I don't know, are we?

Well, I think we should.

Why?

Well, because as he said

can you think of a better word becoming a household name?

I just wished I liked the man better.

That's all.

Oh Bea, you don't have to like him,

you just have to appreciate the value of his work.

As you do?

Of course.

We do need the publicity.

Shall I go and see him then?

All right.

Good.

On second thoughts, perhaps I should.

As the elder Eliott, do you understand?

Beatrice that's not-

It's one of Lucille's early models.

I covered her first London show, you know.

Really?

Mmh. Actually Lucille more or less

invented the fashion show in this country.

Did you know she was on the Titanic?

No.

One of the few survivors.

And who's this fellows.

Yolande Hermane.

You really have worked with them all, haven't you?

And now The House of Eliott.

Mh-hm.

I must say that I'm delighted you've agreed

to the feature, and what a little relief.

Well, we're just grateful for your interest.

Come then, tell me all about it.

What may we expect from the first Eliott collection?

Dresses.

And do we have an overall theme?

Are we expanding a new line?

A colour, perhaps?

Well-

Uh, don't tell me you've joined the throng

delving into the tomb of two-term common for inspiration?

No.

Perhaps then you're siding with the avant-garde,

modernist even?

Perhaps.

Oh Evie.

How do you expect me to write a feature on you,

when you ain't telling me anything?

You're not supposed to write the feature

until after the show.

It won't be published till after the show.

Promise?

But I do need to start writing it very soon.

Pinks, riots of fuchsia and Rose?

Victor.

Blue then, the call Hughes of an English summary.

I'm not saying a thing.

Very well.

Keep your secrets.

I shall contact the illustrator and tell him

he may at least standby.

Oh, I was actually-

Oh yes, Evie it's one thing keeping me in the dark,

but we do have to illustrate your designs at some point.

No, but I'd rather assume that we use Jack Maddox's

photographs to illustrate the collection

rather than sketches.

Oh, yes, Jack?

Yes he's been doing them as we go along.

He's terribly good.

I don't doubt it.

Well, I suppose I better go.

I only came to tell you about decision.

I'm thrilled that you did.

Actually it's nearly lunchtime.

I was just wondering if, perhaps.

Oh, dear Evie, I'd love to.

But as you can see, no rest for the wicked.

Of course, all right, goodbye.

Goodbye.

Did you get a chance to pass on my script

to Benedict Edson?

Yes, I did.

And, is he gonna put more money in my company?

Well, that depends on you,

but he's very impressed with what he's seen so far

that much I can tell you.

I'd also want to meet him.

When did you say he's back in the country?

Towards the end of January I think,

that gives you time to Polish up the script.

Mh-hm, a lot easier when the show is over.

Ah, that reminds me.

I saw your aunt Lydia the other day,

I think she'd appreciate an invitation.

Of course, it's already being sent.

Good, she's a little bit low at the moment,

but at least we'll cheer her up.

And Aunt Lydia will be sitting there

like the queen of hearts,

telling everyone how she in fact

designed all the gowns herself,

and threatening to chop off everybody's head

if they dare to argue with her.

Still it won't hurt us, will it?

No, it won't. Goodnight.

I wish it didn't have to be.

I know but it does.

Now go home.

Hey Bea.

So sweet, Evie will be delighted.

I'm so excited.

Thanks so much.

Aunt Lydia.

Beatrice.

Desmond.

Oh, I'm so glad you are here.

Looks absolutely wonderful, Beatrice, congratulations.

Oh, congratulate us afterwards, if it goes all right.

Aunt Lydia, I've reserved a seat for you at the front,

next to the doctors of Hackly.

How kind.

Oh look there is Mrs. White and Lady Delly.

How are you feeling?

Wonderful.

See who is over there?

The great and the good in the flesh.

Time to get started.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Hello.

Penelope, but I thought that you-

I know.

Tell Evie that I'm here, and tell her, well, you know.

I will.

Well, I suppose you better get to a sit.

Mh-hm.

Ready?

As we'll ever be.

Here it goes, good luck.

Good luck Ms. Bea.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen.

Charming, simply charming.

Moonlight cascade.

This tunic in pale blue, shot, taffeta,

wonderfully coloured with a mesh of silver lace,

and embroideries, and silk, and pearls.

Nightfall on the silver sea.

Borders of silver Boolean, Indian embroidery,

highlights this blue gown.

While the water fall of satin cascades down the back,

to a pool of watered silk taffeta.

Nocturne in blue and gold.

This gold piece of tunic, is clouded by wings of blue-green

ombre chiffon, embellished by a boarder

of gold stencil lace.

What is going on?

Star bust.

Leaving already Ms. Hermane?

The show holds no interest for me, why should it?

I'm familiar with the gowns already.

Adorned by the grace of tune and pallets.

I don't understand.

Then let me explain, everything that you have seen today,

every fold, every neckline, every single idea

has been borrowed from my collection.

The fabrics, the colours, the shapes.

That's a terrible accusation.

It's a terrible thing to do.

You may come to my office

and see the designs for yourselves if you like.

When?

Oh, tomorrow, in the morning.

Stay and see the rest of the sharrad first.

Good day.

Well, there we are.

Mother and her friends clapped tremendously hard.

Everybody's loved the show, honestly.

Well, I suppose we'd better go out there

and say our thank yous to people.

All right.

My we come in.

This is Mr. Stephenson from The Daily Sketch.

Could you please wait till we've finished?

Yes, of course.

I just wanted your reaction

to Yolande Hermane's accusations.

What accusations?

Oh, she says The House of Eliott

has plagiarised her own collection, lock, stock and barrel.

What?

And good day to you too.

Did you speak to Yolande?

No, I got some horrid woman saying

that all communications between The Houses of Eliott

and Hermane must be held

with their respective solicitors Evie.

Oh Jack, not more articles surely.

But first, she seems to have sold us

toward every newspaper in London, pictures too.

I don't believe it.

It's our midnight nocturne

and then she's calling it her dark angel.

The waist is slightly different.

By about two stitches, yes.

Jack, this is a nightmare.

How could it have happened?

I don't know Bea, I really don't.

It is possible for two people to come up

with similar ideas at the same time?

Similar perhaps, but not identical.

There are terrible thoughts going through my mind.

It's also very disappointing.

Well, you sound as though, you think there may be

some truth in these ridiculous allegations?

I'm hardly in a position to judge, am I?

After all I know very little of their professional circle

and it's a considerable time since I was in any way,

close to Beatrice an Evangeline.

Those dreadful articles.

It hurt them a great deal, more than they hurt you, Lydia.

Yes, I know, I'm sorry.

I truly wish for their sakes,

that none of this had happened, but all the same.

I've made up my mind about Arthur's invitation by the way.

Oh yes?

I should go over for the wedding

and stay for three months.

If I like it, I should consider staying on.

If not, I should have lost nothing, shall I?

Edging your bets as usual, Lydia?

Do you expect any less of me?

No, not really.

Did I tell you that Mason and Gerald call today?

They would like the settlement of their account immediately.

They obviously don't think we're going to be in business

for very much longer.

Doesn't it make you sick?

Who would betray us to Hermane?

Well, I put your friend Victor Stride

at the top of my list.

He has used us unmercifully.

Well, he's used you, I should say.

Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?

I didn't say that.

Besides it couldn't be Victor,

I said nothing, nothing about our designs.

And I'm not saying he didn't ask, but I didn't say a thing.

Those sketches in the newspapers were spot on.

It had to be someone who had actually seen the collection.

Who'd hate us that much?

Lydia, Hermane has some very influential friends.

Your friend Penelope has never made a secret

about her contempt for our work.

Perhaps she's making some fatuous political points.

Why does it always come back to me and my friends?

What about your precious Jack?

He's desperate to raise money for his film,

he could have shown Hermane a side of his photograph.

Oh, don't be absurd Evie.

If anyone needs money, it would be someone

like Tilly, or Agnes or Madge who was about to get married.

To her boyfriend who works as a bookkeeper

-for Yolande Hermane. -For Yolande Hermane.

I don't know how you can even think such a thing.

We're not suggesting you did it deliberately Madge.

I should hope not.

After all the time I've been with you.

After all the work I've put in with you.

How dare you suggest I go behind your backs like that?

You went behind our backs to Andrea Rattigan.

That was different and you know it.

I didn't lie, I didn't steal, I didn't cheat.

The only time I did anything that least be cheating

was for you, if you remember, finding out that date

and I said then I didn't like doing it.

All the time to find out is if you might've said something

that Jerry could have passed on.

Did he ever come up to the work room when he picked you up?

No.

Well, someone said Something weather they meant it or not.

Oh well, it wasn't me.

All right, all right.

Let's just leave it there, shall we?

This isn't getting us anywhere.

What am I supposed to do now?

Just to finish off the Hopper's bridesmaid's dresses,

before they thing better then cancel their commission.

Hello? How are you?

Are you feeling any better?

Please, sorry I can't.

Well, let me take you out to dinner

and we'll talk about it.

Jack, did you let anyone see the dresses

when they were here?

Any of the models, Celia or Jessica, anyone?

No, of course not, only the ones they were wearing.

Besides they wouldn't have said anything,

even if they had seen the collection, they're not like that.

Bea-

Oh, what about you?

Did you show the photographs to anyone?

Or even leave them lying around,

there are people in and out of this studio all the time.

Bea, stop this, you're becoming obsessed.

I have a right to be.

This is months and months of work down the drain.

It's everything Evie and I have worked so hard for Jack.

We all work hard for it.

Me, Marge, Tilly, the other girls.

There's not one of us who would have want

bath of a burning coals for you and Evie.

And you stand there accusing me of treachery.

I'll just go now, if that's all right with you.

Madge, please.

You've got my address, you can send me money on.

Give you time to check it.

I don't want to do you out of anything.

Madge, please, don't go like this.

Don't go where?

Madge has resigned, she wants to leave now.

What?

I think it's best.

Not like this, it isn't Madge.

I had no right to speak to you the way I did.

We made some terrible accusations and we're very sorry.

Madge, you've been a good and faithful employee.

I don't know where I would have been without you.

Obviously, if you want to go, we can't stop you,

but Madge don't go like this.

I've been thinking of going for quite a while now,

you know that.

Jerry, at Hermane, he's got a front room she doesn't use,

I was gonna set up to be a dressmaker like you did.

Well, then stay with us till Christmas.

See us through the Christmas rush.

Get your bonus, then start a fresh with Jerry

in the new year, and no hard feelings.

I've made up my mind, I'm sorry.

It's best if I call now.

Madge, are you quite sure?

There's no use prolonging the agony.

I've told the others, I can't go back now.

Ms. Evie.

Madge.

Bye.

We shan't be needing that anymore.

Evie, please don't do that.

There's been enough destruction around here for one day.

What are you looking at?

Nothing, I'm thinking.

What?

There's something at the back of my mind.

It'll come to me in a minute.

So, this is the finished script?

Yep.

Splendid, splendid.

Come along inside.

Sit down Jack, sit down.

Thank you.

How is Beatrice, still reeling?

I don't know.

Really, I was under the impression

that you two were.

Were what?

Close.

Yes, I was under that impression myself for a while

but I was obviously mistaken.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Is it something you want to talk about?

No, not really, because you're involved

I shall tell you that I'm resigning

as director of The House of Eliott.

Oh, that is bad news.

You've been of great value and assistance to the girls.

They have great faith in you.

No, I don't think they do.

At least Beatrice, doesn't seem to anymore.

Are you sure about that?

What do you mean?

Maybe you'll find that Beatrice has more faith

than you know.

I'm not normally a man to betray the confidence of others-

Neither I'm I.

Yeah, but in this case, it does seem to be justified.

Jack, there is no such person as Benedict Edson.

However, there is a very real person called Beatrice Eliott.

What?

Beatrice put up the money for your company.

She didn't think you would accept it directly

since you came to me instead.

You mean Beatrice holds the deeds to my studio?

Evie.

Couture, Suwanee, Gazette du Bon Tonne, Vogue, Harper's.

Read them Bea, read, mark, learn, inwardly digest,

and then be sick.

Evie, please explain yourself.

I don't want to say anything until I'm certain.

Where are you going?

To bed a beast in its den.

Oh my God.

How many of the plates were actually missing?

Good dozen or so, I haven't been through them

that thoroughly yet.

Thank you for telling me Jack.

I'm sorry, I missed trusted you.

As it turns out you had fairly good reason too,

didn't you?

No, I was angry and upset.

I should have realised that in your studio, with any-

My studio.

I beg your pardon?

Beatrice, let's stop playing games.

You hold the deed, it's your studio.

How long have you known?

Since this morning Desmon told me,

he thought he was doing me a favour.

Well, yes, I thought I was doing you a favour.

I thought you were really serious about your film,

as serious about your venture as I am about mine.

I'm the serious Beatrice, and yes...

All right, I'm grateful for the money.

Well, why are you angry with me?

I'm not angry, I'm...

Damn it, I'm hurt, because you don't seem to trust me

at all.

Oh Jack, that's absurd.

Is it?

Why didn't you come to me in the first place?

Just what do you think of me?

Hello, wealthy?

Are you all right?

Yeah. No.

Look Penn, is this important, only I-

No, it's all right, I can come back another time.

I just wanted to invite you out to dinner,

have a chat about things, that's all.

No, I'm sorry dinner is out of the question

I'm afraid.

All right, doesn't matter.

I'll send you postcard, when I get there.

Get where?

I'm not telling you now.

Penn.

All alright, Tanganyika.

I've taken that Roberts offer for teaching post there.

Nothing fancy, just three hours

and how not to die of drinking bad water.

Penn, this is what you really want to do?

It's children, Jack.

No charity ball, the hypocrisy, just children.

And mosquitoes.

I'll take a net.

Would it make any difference,

if I said I didn't want you to go?

Nope.

Then I won't say it.

When do you sail?

End of next week.

Going down to spend a few days of mummy and daddy first,

say goodbye, have a sob that sort of thing.

So I came around here.

Thought you might like to come up

for jolly dinner with me first.

Is it tonight, or never again?

No, I have made enough dramatic gestures for one day.

I'm not going to start issuing ultimatums now.

Good.

Let's make it tomorrow, shall we?

Haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about Evie.

I think you know perfectly well what I'm talking about.

We didn't copy Hermane's collection, she copied ours,

that is a fact.

Now what I want to know otherwise and the wherefores.

You're the line between us, Victor.

Uh, don't be ridiculous, I didn't know the woman.

Oh, I thought you discovered her?

Gazette du Bon Tonne 1909, what was it you called her,

when she was with PRI?

The brightest new star in the firmament?

That doesn't mean that I have-

1912 American Vogue, gets an exclusive feature

written by Victor Stride.

Who went with her to Paris to cover her first collection

after the war.

Victor Stride.

My relationship with Yolande Hermane

is entirely professional.

So you do have a relationship?

Yes, all right, I've known her a long time-

And it's not just professional,

it's more than that, isn't it Victor?

I don't know what you mean.

Allow me some credit Victor.

You and Yolande know each other very well.

Is that why you sacrifice us to her?

You don't understand?

Why? Why did you do it?

Because I love her.

Because of that, you were prepared-

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Your ideas were so fresh.

So exciting, just like, Yolande's used to be

and will be again.

Her collection wasn't going very well and she was too stale.

She was tired.

When I told her the ideas that you'd come up with

she wanted to know more, she...

She wanted to see things.

How could she do that?

Jack Maddox's photograph.

She paid someone to break in and borrow a few negatives.

So she was going to reproduce our gowns in her collection?

There is no collection, never was.

Nearest hint of plagiarism and she could cancel

her show without losing face.

That is despicable.

Yes.

Yes.

But you'll come back in 20 years,

when you are inspiration has deserted you,

and tell me what despicable means.

So, what are you going to do?

Nothing.

You're going to do it for me.

Mrs. Hermane has made it clear to your correspondent,

that she regrets her accusations of plagiarism

against The House of Eliott and any embarrassment caused.

She wishes them every success with their first collection.

In the interest of Goodwill,

Ms. Herman has cancelled her spring collection

and will not show again until the new season.

Well done Evie, you did it.

Aren't you pleased?

I was just thinking.

What?

Poor Yolande.

That arch bishop had the right idea.

The one who wrote his confession

and then frost his right hand into the flames to burn first.

Your whole body wouldn't be enough.

I had no choice.

What?

I had no choice.

You have a choice, you chose her.

Yolande, she knew.

It was the only way to save your reputation.

She would have ruined you.

Ruined me? A choice of a girl like that never.

You've ruined me with that.

Yolande, look, you're tired, you need a rest.

Why don't we go away for a week or two,

till all the fuss has died down.

Spent Christmas in Saint Moritz.

You're weak and you're spineless, I despise you.

Go to Saint Moritz for Christmas,

stay there for all I care.

I don't need you.

What's more, I don't even want you anymore.

Just get out, get out, get out of my life,

get out, get out, get out.

Cheers.

Oh, it's like having a terrible weight

lifted from your shoulders.

Well, I hope it hasn't left too sour taste in your mouth?

Nothing that this won't get rid off.

And have you had any reaction yet Beatrice,

from the world in general?

I should say so.

Our appointment book is solid to the new year.

We've had interests from more than one magazine

to publish Jack's photographs.

Our lines of credit have been renewed.

It's absolutely marvellous.

Mh-hm and about you two?

Have you resolved your little misunderstanding

or is it best not to ask?

I think we've sorted everything on it, aint it Benedict?

Yes, but we shan't have, if you call me that again.

You know that your aunt is leaving for America on Monday.

Mh-hm, we heard about nothing else from her.

It's the Americans I feel sorry for.

What?

Aunt Lydia is packing her beads and mirrors.

I think she's trying to buy back Staten Island.

The labels go on the top.

Labels up there.

That's why they are there.

Oh, do be careful they are nearly in new.

Sorry my lady.

I'll take these in the carriage with me.

This way.

This way my lady.

I'll wait here for a moment, thank you.

Thank you.

Aunt Lydia.

Sorry, we are late, we've been though

a terrible traffic jams in Highmock.

Goodness, how delightful to see you.

I wasn't expecting this at all.

Oh, you didn't really think we'd let you go

without saying good bye?

Here are chocolates for your journey.

Oh, thank you.

Hurry up, the train will go without you.

Goodbye my dear, and thank you for everything.

I'm so glad that everything has turned out well.

Thank you.

You deserve it.

Thank you.

Have a marvellous time Aunt Lydia.

I do hope you like your new daughter in law.

And take care.

Bye.

Well, there we are.

It's gonna be a funny sort of Christmas, isn't it?

Aunt Lydia in America, Penny off in the jungle,

Madge's leaving.

Everything seems to be changing.

Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

No, I know.

Just to requires some thinking about that's all.

What about you and Jack?

Nothing is changing there too?

Evie, things have done nothing but to change

between Jack and I.

Are you going to marry him?

I didn't know.

Possibly, we'll see.

How's that for an answer?

Terrible. I don't know Bea,

you're obviously wildly in love with each other.

Why don't you just go ahead and do it.

I'd be more impressed by your concern

if I wasn't sure you just want to design a wedding dress.

Uh, I've been thinking about that.

Wild silk, almost unbleached, under Flemish lace.

Evie, you are unstoppable.

I think we both are.