Original subtitles

Alright, ladies, let's create the best-dressed women in Sydney.

Do you think women will keep coming back if they only find

what they have found in the past?

MAN: I'm offering you the position of Chief Buyer.

Who are you? 'Cause I know you're not Mick and Joey Mansour's sister.

He's right, you know. I lied to get the job.

We're lucky you're a great liar.

Where's Rudi? He's delivering an order for you.

Someone in the office must have called him.

Cheri St Clair.

Perhaps you two have met in London.

London is quite a bit bigger than Sydney.

We're gonna conceal to reveal.

MAN: Drinks all night, by the way,

if you can get me the bird's number with the classy chassis.

6-2-3-0-1-5.

I'm not going to let anything mess up my plans.

I won't mess up your plans, Angela.

MAN: Somebody is copying our most expensive designer gowns.

WOMAN: It was you.

I swear to you, ever since I started working at Goodes,

I have not stolen a single design.

What about your sketches?

WOMAN: I think Rudi's having an affair.

Fay?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Uh, George!

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(MUFFLED RATTLING)

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

Explain why you did it.

She'll understand, I'm sure she will.

Maybe she doesn't know.

I mean, why would she ask us in on a weekend?

(SIGHS)

Maybe it's about something else.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHEERS)

Holy Helen!

Sadie Chalmers!

Champagne!

To love.

Cheers.

I think it's perfect, no?

What would it look like above the knee?

Not giving the nuns of my childhood any satisfaction.

I don't think we should do bad,

it is a knee-length wedding gown.

Well, then we will alter this one.

OK. Um, I see.

Maybe Lisa could try to sketch it first?

Lisa, quick sticks.

Oh, and we should change the neckline.

Kirk has always told me I have a fantastic chest

and the world should see more of it.

Perhaps I could.

I want something original, unique, like...

Of course, Ms Chalmers.

You want something exclusive.

Exclusive, that's the word.

MAN: Mmm!

I won't be working weekends forever, darling.

This trial period is going very well.

And then once we sign this deal with Hexham,

I won't need to do any more driving.

You can leave Goodes.

What?

You have a reason to leave Goodes.

You haven't touched your lunch.

Are you perhaps...? I'm not hungry.

Go.

It won't be long now, I promise.

Hey, Marlow will sign soon.

He called me personally to ask for this delivery.

He even invited me to play golf.

Me! (INHALES SHARPLY)

Magda will be her old self once I paid the money back.

It's not that, Rudi. Honestly.

Hey, you haven't taken the errors from my bad decisions.

Yeah, and I love you for it.

OK, I have to go.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Everyone thinks it was all those years at drama school,

but really, I secured my first big role by doing this.

(CHUCKLES)

As soon as I did that, Billy cast me, career launched.

You know, the trick is to know what you want, but more importantly,

what you're prepared to do to get it.

If it means running up and down the beach half naked,

I'm gonna do it.

Oh, yeah. It's looking good.

So the lace can cover my...

BOTH: Decollete.

Jinx!

Ms Chalmers...

Mags, you got to call me Sadie.

I don't know how Monsieur DuBard.

is going to receive such specific requests.

But it's what I want.

I know my surfing films aren't Breakfast At Tiffany's,

but they're loved by young people,

and they're the ones who are changing our world.

Done!

Oh, that's it.

That's the dress I want to get married in.

But I want it in red.

Red? Yeah.

Not like I have virtue to protect. (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

My love, it's been almost 24 hours. I can't bear it.

What's up?

I came here to say that it's over.

We're done.

I love Rudi, and he very much loves me.

Is that what you want? Yeah, it is.

This was an awful mistake. It should never have started.

I don't consider you a mistake.

(SIGHS) That's that's not what I mean.

I...I thought...

Yeah, it doesn't even... it doesn't even matter what I thought.

All I know is that it's over, Ken.

Yeah.

(DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLES)

He's changing you, though.

He is.

He's turning you into what he wants to love.

Whereas me...

...I'll always love you for you, not something you dress up to be.

Just...

...just you.

I am not the silly girl that you kept in a flat up the Cross.

The world has changed.

And so have I.

You promised you wouldn't copy Goodes' designs.

Are you spying on me?

You didn't tell Magda the truth.

And you're back drawing a copy of a dress in your sketchbook.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

I designed it, you were there. (CUBICLE DOOR OPENS)

Sadie likes it.

Sadie? Uh, Ms Chalmers. Whatever.

It's not like I'm making the dress.

Paul Dubard is, and he'll change it.

Make it a thousand times better.

I mean, it's not like I'm...

You can't tell Magda. I'd lose my job.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Getting married in red.

Cool... but crazy!

I was thinking, imagine if the dress does get made.

Maybe one day, like in a few years,

I could work for a designer like that.

And I know Paris to Sydney, it's silly...

No, Paris is just a plane ride...

...or three away.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I think I want to be a designer one day.

That's great!

You have a dream. So do I.

And it involves pitching an article to Richard Unsoir...

...right about now.

You look great.

Go get him.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hello, Stefan.

Hello.

Uh, I have a proposal.

Hmm, you do?

I'm thinking about selling my business.

Hmm.

(KEYS JANGLE, DOOR OPENS)

And why are you telling me?

Hm?

Magda, my love, I have been a fool many times,

but I will never make another financial decision

without consulting you.

Never.

OK.

If I sold the business,

we would have the money for the boutique

and then we could afford the new lease.

You would do that for me?

I would.

If it's what you want.

Stefan, I...

(SIGHS)

Have you spoken to your son yet?

I can't get him to open up to me, Magda.

He's a closed book.

I know nothing.

Darling...

...listen.

It's time for you to come home.

My love. I haven't forgiven you yet.

But I'm in a very good mood. (CHUCKLES)

How good a mood? (LAUGHS)

Hm? Don't press your luck.

They're French seaths.

And why French sheath?

'Cause French men are so ooh-la-la. (CHUCKLES)

Graham works at his dad's pharmacy so he can get us as many as we need.

And how many do you need?

Well, I could spare one or two if the occasion ever arises.

MAN: Lisa? (DOOR CLOSES)

Lisa.

Ah, it's growing on me.

But why seismic shift dress?

The shift dress is part of the revolution in women's fashion.

No, no!

It's unstructured. (EXHALES SHARPLY)

It offers freedom from cinched waists and voluminous skirts.

And a play on words.

No man is going to know what a shift dress is.

Except John F Kennedy.

Jackie wore a shift dress to the inauguration.

It was in the news.

Look, I'm just not convinced that university men

are going to be interested in women's fashion.

But are they interested in women?

"Bold colours for emancipated women.

"Women who can ask a man out or buy a round of drinks."

Maybe, if I knew any women like that.

You're looking right at her.

(KNOCKING, DOOR OPENS)

Ah. Sadie Chalmers' wedding dress.

You must be delighted. Yes.

And Cheri St Clair is coming to her next fitting.

I suggested that she put Sadie on the cover of Lillian magazine.

Magda, what a coup!

Our first Lillian cover and a Goodes exclusive.

If it all goes to plan, Mr Ryder, we must leverage it.

We must encourage city to change their opinion of Goodes.

The sting in the tail.

You should have heard, Ms Chalmers.

She wants to be bold like our Young Sophisticates range.

And Goodes could be like that for all women if you let me.

Why don't you choose the boldest and most youthful

of MacKenzie's selections?

Once we've sold his stock,

we can gradually replace it with yours.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

(MAN CLEARS THROAT) George.

Angela and I have missed your visits.

And what have you been up to since moving out?

Did you tell her?

It's a bit much to expect me to keep secrets, George,

after your behaviour.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

(DOOR OPENS)

No, I'm not. Come on!

Lisa, you need to stop matchmaking Angela and George.

But she likes him, Fay.

Not again, Lisa.

Do not sleep with George.

He still has a lot of growing up to do.

My God, Fay, didn't think you'd be so old fashioned.

Can't tell me you saved yourself for marriage.

Both of you, stop right now.

This is not a conversation we need to be having.

I'm not interested in George.

And do not plan on sleeping with him or anyone anytime soon, OK?

Hm.

And stop inviting him up here. OK.

We are going through every carton of MacKenzie's.

Even he must have chosen some items

that don't make me want to cry tears of boredom.

Adam, open this.

Swimmers. Oh.

It wasn't expecting them to be so...

Snug?

This is perhaps the first time I respect MacKenzie's choice.

Wow.

Dynamic!

But we'll expect to sell 12 cartons of these?

Yeah. Magda, no. I'm sorry.

Oh, please, it's not your fault.

But it is.

I ordered them.

I was messing with MacKenzie.

Forgive me.

Ha-ha! I knew that man was a coward.

Elias, habibi, these are striking, adventurous.

These will convince Cheri St Clair that Goodes is committed to change.

But will Cheri St Clair convince the world to buy...?

Dick stickers?

I think we'll refer to them...

...as Capri briefs.

We're going to put the Capri briefs front and centre.

What does Mr Ryder say?

I find it better to seek forgiveness than to ask for permission.

Now, we need men!

I'll get the boys from university.

They think they're avant-garde, now they can prove it.

Alright, then. Oh, Angela, Sadie has asked if you can sketch up something

for her shoulders, a wrap or a shrug for the occasion.

Sadie Chalmers is a part of this extravaganza?

Yes. It's just a small favour.

I suggested it could be a cross promotion for her film.

Angela will sketch up something simple,

but we still need to find somebody to sew it.

I can do it.

I'll find a dressmaker in Little Beirut.

Thank you, Angela.

Fay, I'll need you to divert Mrs Ambrose.

Elias... I'll handle the display.

Great. And I will greet Cheri St Clair.

Wait. The editor...

From Lilian? Will be here.

(PIANO NOTES PLAY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Angela, there's something that I need to tell you about George.

Oh, please, stop it, Fay.

You're worse than Lisa.

I know enough about George to not want to go out with him.

It's more than that.

Fay, he taught me about Mary Jane.

It doesn't matter as long as she's in his past.

Hmm.

(QUIETLY) Mary Jane is marijuana, drugs, hashish.

And that's not all. That's enough!

Yes. Oh, you look amazing.

Do you want me to do the zipper for you?

Yes, thank you.

Hello. Hello.

This war between Magda and Ambrose, do we have to choose sides?

You already have. Hm?

I know you switched the swing tags on Magda's Young Sophisticates range.

Shouldn't be surprised at you doing Ambrose's dirty work.

Must be easier than getting diddled by MacKenzie.

Elsie.

Only my friends call me that.

We met every deadline.

We were ahead of time for every delivery.

And suddenly Marlow doesn't return calls.

His secretary cancels a round of golf.

Without this contract, we can't pay Magda back.

Something is offensive here that I don't know about.

I need to talk better Aussie so that no-one can tell I wasn't born here.

That's... that's what I need to do. Oh, stop.

No... It'll be OK.

I'm sure he's just a very busy.

Yeah. Course. Course.

Just nervous.

Yeah, he'll sign.

He'll sign the contract. Yeah.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

Mm.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(BLOWS GENTLY)

Elias just finished giving me a manicure.

What do you...?

What on earth are you wearing?

Just something from the Young Sophisticates range.

Well, I suppose I should be happy you're wearing anything at all

after that photograph in the newspaper.

What are you talking about? Bikini Wars.

I know what your body looks like, Lisa. I am your mother.

Did you go through my drawers? Well, what choice do I have?

You don't tell me anything.

It's like living with a stranger. I'm going out!

With a boy!

And I may very well let him buy me drinks.

Well, if you're going to go out dressed like that,

you're definitely going to need these!

Oh!

Oh. (DOOR SLAMS)

(MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)

(SOBBING)

(EXHALES ROUGHLY)

(SOBS)

(SNIFFLES)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Your article's good, but the papers are hiring cadets for next year.

I cannot be seen to give space to a first year woman,

when it could mean the difference

between a bloke getting a job or not.

Well, can I put my case?

Sadie Chalmers is going to do a promotional event at Goodes.

The actress? The surfer girl?

Itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie yellow polka dot bikini and all.

And I can put any number of you on the list to meet her.

You little beauty. Ah!

Any man who supports my story going into Honi.

For the love of Eros, Dickie, publish the girl's article.

And then new headline.

What's wrong with 'Seismic Shift Dress'?

It's too clever. Us dumb boys won't get it.

I'm thinking, 'Ladies Who Lay By'.

How about...

...'Girls Who dress For Sex-cess'?

Did I hear you correctly?

I think you did.

(DISTANT MUFFLED CHATTER)

WOMAN: I have to go. MAN: OK.

(GIGGLES)

Don't you have a home you live in?

Ah, well, I'm too busy running yours.

Planning on wearing this? Can't do that.

It's not for me.

Well, who's it for?

Um, Goodes.

You're making clothes for them?

Unbelievable. This has to stop.

You don't get to decide that. I do.

Oh, Zsi Zsi, come on.

Goodes isn't having you make clothes for them.

Not even skimpy ones.

Come on, tell the truth.

Well, they are.

And it is for Sadie Chalmers.

Yeah, sure. It's true!

She came into Goodes for her wedding dress.

And this is an outfit she's going to wear in a display.

You've seen Sadie Chalmers' wedding dress?

(GASPS) It's red.

Even your mother would admire this,

though. In an ivory pearl, of course.

Yeah. Mum will love it.

You look great.

MAN: Khrushchev and Kennedy are having a pissing contest.

I mean, they're both as bad as each other.

The US should have never flown a spy plane over the Soviets.

And then it's unnecessarily provocative of the Soviets

to keep POWs imprisoned in Russia.

And then they told everyone that it was a NASA plane.

Sorry, I'm waffling on a little bit.

Um, are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?

I'm sure.

College warden will be up.

You'll have to sneak past him.

I'm up for the challenge.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Put it on.

Let's see you walk like a man.

I'm serious. Come on.

You're gonna have to walk straight past him, so convince me.

Oh, you want the hat? Yeah.

You want the whole thing? Thank you.

OK. Please take the stage.

That's it?

Yes. Very good.

Hips forward.

Legs further apart.

Walk like you own the place.

(CHUCKLES)

Is that it?

That's it.

(SIGHS)

Victory.

Victory is mine!

Congratulations, champion.

♪ I fall asleep tonight

♪ Do it together What else can I do? ♪

Wowzah.

This is just amazing.

Thanks heaps, Hollywood, for recognising my talent.

It means loads to win this award for Best Actress...

...in a man's coat.

♪ A one-way ticket on an all-night flight

♪ Morning when I fall asleep tonight

♪ Till we're together... ♪

That's better.

♪ But shut my eyes and hope my dreams come true

♪ I'll be sweet, sweet, sweet dreaming of you

♪ Oh-oh-oh

♪ I'll be sweet, sweet, sweet dreaming of you

♪ Oh-oh-oh. ♪

I can, um...

Can I get out at Redfern?

What?

You know, pull out.

Oh.

It's OK.

I've got a Frenchman.

A Frenchie?

Franger.

You are full of surprises.

♪ A one-way ticket on an all-night flight

♪ Morning when I fall asleep tonight

♪ Till we're together what else can I do

♪ But shut my eyes and hope my dreams come true

♪ I'll be sweet, sweet, sweet dreaming of you. ♪

You said that Rudi's deal was the best one out there.

Why would you just turn your back on that?

Don't act innocent, Fay. It doesn't look good on you.

Ken, it's not good for business to change your mind.

Oh, I suppose it's not.

Yet you did.

(SCOFFS)

That was personal.

I am married to Rudi.

He will work so hard for you.

He will get your frozen chooks to wherever they have to go

on time, every time.

Anyone can do that for me, Fay.

Anyone.

I thought a deal with Rudy would offer something unique.

It appears I thought wrong.

Good morning, Jimmy.

Thank you.

George, you need to wear briefs.

And today it's required.

And change quickly. Miss St Clair is on her way.

Wait. What?

Elias will explain.

You gave Elise the briefs?

Yes.

And you got the boys to agree?

Yes.

BOTH: Oh, where is he?!

I need to tell you something.

Richard is going to publish my article.

Oh, that's so great.

Oh, you're going to be a proper writer.

Also, we slept together.

For real this time.

Oh, because of your article?

No. No way.

Richard agreed to publish it before we slept together.

Two different things.

And for you?

Mrs Ambrose,

did you want me to mind model gowns until your meeting is over?

What meeting?

Mrs Szombathelyi mentioned she was meeting Mr Ryder

about the new season launch that's coming up.

MAN: What are you doing?

I'm going to offer to model these.

I owe you a magno favour for the... swing tags.

Adam, enough.

You're smart and talented,

and you're on track to become a salesman.

You don't have to try so hard to please everyone.

You think? You don't have to please me.

Look, I'm sorry for what I said yesterday.

Put these back.

I'm not MacKenzie.

Friends?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SADIE: You got to spray him all over.

Make him glisten.

May I? Of course.

Another one caught in the crossfire.

Oh, well, I found a compromise with Magda.

Today's recital will be in tails and bikini.

Come on.

You missed a spot.

(CHUCKLES)

Ah.

I'm intrigued by this mysterious vision.

Hello.

Has Sadie arrived? She has.

But before the fitting, you'll see her displaying

a slightly different look. Come.

(SIGHS)

Oh, it's such a pleasure, Mrs St Clair.

Oh.

So where is Sadie?

I'd like to hear your ideas about the launch for the new season,

but, uh, we really do need to include Magda.

Please.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Good day and welcome to Goodes.

Up for today only,

men's capri briefs are half price with any full-price purchase

from any of the ladies departments.

And this eye-catching offer is only at Goodes.

Get your summer surf outfit and catch my new movie, Surfer Girl.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Better get in there. Get you half-price capris.

Mr Ryder.

It's not how we usually do things, but we must keep up with the times.

SADIE: Oh, there you are. Thank the goddesses!

ANGELA: Oh, Miss Chalmers, how can I help you?

I want to get a few more of these. They'd be perfect for my honeymoon.

Oh, in bold colours? Of course.

You understand me! (LAUGHS)

And thank you so much for shopping at Goodes.

Next customer please.

Hi! Angela, we need more briefs.

Oh, I'll get it. Flying out the door.

Sorry, I'll be with you in just a sec.

Perfect, Mags.

Bold choice, Sadie. Thoroughly modern.

You are going to look iconic on our cover.

Are you satisfied with the length, Miss Chalmers?

The adjusted decollete?

I couldn't be happier. Magda.

A word in my office.

Excuse me, ladies.

Excuse me.

Close the door after you.

How dare you!

You have sullied Goodes' reputation.

You said to sell MacKenzie stock.

With half-naked boys

and a Hollywood starlet at the storefront?

That is not done.

Not here.

Our sales are through the roof.

Magda.

I've had Sadie Chalmers' manager on the phone,

and he is furious about this little stunt of yours.

He didn't authorise any cross promotion.

He's not going to allow Sadie

to appear on the cover of Lilian Magazine

wearing a Goodes gown.

He is doing a deal with the Younger Brothers.

I did not realise. I...

No, you didn't.

You got ahead of yourself, a long way ahead,

and it has brought Goodes into disrepute.

The advertisement for the position of chief buyer

will be in the Herald by the weekend.

(PIANO PLAYS)

WOMAN: Oh... WOMAN 2: Goodness!

Now try this one...

I'm changing. Changing.

You're in a department store.

There are change rooms on every floor.

Yeah, well, I just didn't want to give Magda the satisfaction.

You're avoiding me.

Did that kiss mean anything to you? Just...

...trying to sort myself out after...

After what?

After Fay and Rudi's.

They told me all about it, George.

I just need to know, is it in the past?

Absolutely.

100%. I swear to you, I regret it

and it is completely in the past.

In that case...

...I won't mention it again.

OK.

I just want you to know, I'm... I'm not proud of what I did.

No, neither am I.

Mate.

MRS AMBROSE: Why must you insinuate yourself in every situation?

You'll make a fool of yourself.

And then where will we be?

A DuBarde gown in flaming red.

The December issue will sell its tits off.

No, Cheri, it's not going to happen.

Sadie's management have called the whole thing off.

What? Magda has ruined it.

The reputation of Goodes and the cover of Lilian Australia.

I can't understand why you and Magda aren't allies.

I should join her in her war against our senior executives?

Ginny, you've always been so good at managing up.

Haven't you learnt the hard way not to rely on men?

Mr Ryder is my employer.

But he's not your father.

He's not your protector.

You're so much better than being a handmaiden to whatever man

is throwing his weight around.

I know this city, these women,

I deal with them every day.

Australia is not ready for change,

no matter how much you and Magda try to push it.

Don't let the sunshine blind you, Cheryl.

This is a harsh and unforgiving place.

You're wrong.

Things are already changing.

Magda and I are simply catching the wave.

Oh!

Original Australian designers! Why not?

One of your own shop girls designed the alterations

for Sadie's wedding dress.

Angela Mansour.

(SIGHS)

I should go.

Ooh!

I can't.

Not now.

LISA: Are they the capri briefs? Where have you been?

No, no. Take them to Fay. She's asking after you.

Lisa. My sketchbook is hidden in the locker room

at the back of the radiators. Get it the hell out of there.

Ambrose is after it.

Angela, what's happened? Please go.

Hello.

Anyone in here?

What have you got there, Miss Miles?

We need to speak.

This can wait.

I just wanted to say thank you for what you did for me today.

George, this is really not the time.

No, that costume idea of yours really shot my tips up.

I might wear these stickers every time I play.

Why are you here?

I told you. To say thank you for the outfit idea.

No, I mean, in Australia.

You didn't know me. So you didn't come to ruin my life.

And evidently you have no interest in your father.

And this now?

You've never come to speak to me before.

No. You made it crystal clear that you didn't want to talk to me.

Oh...

You have no place else to go, huh?

I came here to meet my father who left me.

He put you on a plane for a better future

and I'm guessing you just threw it away.

You don't know me or my life.

I do know that life can change in an instant.

Like when you kicked out your husband

'cause his son turned up?

Or when you took him back in

but refused to have me under your roof?

Huh?

Your mother lied to you,

but Stefan was many things.

You think that makes things OK?

That that lets him off the hook?

(BELL RINGS DISTANTLY)

Excuse me.

MR RYDER: Miss Miles, Miss Mansour.

You have some explaining to do.

Well, what do you have to say for yourselves?

It was me.

All me. I did it alone.

We know that isn't true. I caught Miss Miles red-handed.

She didn't know what was in it. I just asked her to get it.

Miss Miles, did you know?

No! I did.

Well, that is very disappointing to hear.

I begged her not to tell.

You hid this from me.

I'm so sorry.

Miss Miles, I'm at a loss.

Having been part of us for so long,

through difficult times, we stood by you

and you do something like this.

I am sorry.

But Angela didn't have a choice.

She was pressured by her family.

The Mansours was hardly need to copy Goodes.

Different Mansours.

See, her brother got upset because she made him give back the lookbook

and his fiance is pressuring him and keeps calling her mum in Beirut,

and they never would have let her work here

if she hadn't promised to...

Clearly, Miss Miles, your judgement has been impaired.

This is your final warning.

The women of Goodes are better than this.

You best get back to who we knew you to be.

That is all.

Um, and Angela? Go, Miss Miles.

Magda.

That is all, Miss Miles!

(SOBS)

I cannot tolerate thievery, Miss Mansour.

You're right, sir.

Indeed, Miss Mansour,

your behaviour is unworthy of a lady in black.

Collect your belongings and go.

You will not be welcome back through Goodes stores again.

(CRIES SOFTLY)

You have to try. Ask for your position back,

explain you copied the design to help your family.

They don't care. Maybe you have to be a trainee again...

Of course Magda cares!

She'll convince Mr Ryder to bring you back.

Miss Miles might get a second chance, but thanks to you,

he knows I'm just an Arab from Redfern.

Well, then we can get jobs together at Younger Brothers.

Younger Brothers is not Goodes.

They sell clothes.

Goodes is nice, but it's not Coco whatever.

Chanel.

You get my point.

I just need the money while I get through university

and I know you can do really well at any department store.

I'm sure you could run model gowns one day.

That's what you think of me, that I could run model gowns one day?

Of course you could.

While you go off and live your big life

as a writer in London, is it?

I didn't mean it like that. No, that's exactly how you meant it.

You saw me design, you know that.

I did it right in front of you with Sadie.

You drew what she told you to draw.

I'm not trying to be mean. You're really good at drawing.

Clearly.

I've never seen you write.

Not a word.

Sure, you talk about it

almost as much as you talk about Richard.

But I supported you.

Why are you mad?

Because you don't believe in me and a friend does!

I just said I'd resign for you.

But you just want me around to what? Feel better about yourself?

Oh, Miss University girl! You are not better than me, Lisa.

I mean, Richard said he'll let you write one small article

and you go drop your knickers.

At least I'm not scared of sex.

Oh, everyone knows you aren't.

Lisa Miles, wannabe writer who'll give up anything

to let a guy between her legs.

That's not what I did.

Slut.

Thief!

What do you say, Gigi? Worth a try?

Ya Allah. Let's do it.

Grow up, Lisa.

Your mother is more than capable of making her own decisions.

She doesn't need either of us telling her what to do.

What?

Clearly, she didn't tell me everything.

What are you doing here?

I came to see a man about a dog, Elsie.

After the wedding, you're coming back

to Beirut with me. No.

You think they can take care of Gigi better than I can?

I will not have my daughter living in a drain.

There is something else.

I made a mistake.

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