- Oh!
- Watch it!
What's it to be, Eddie?
Good news or bad?
Oh!
Oh.
- Morning, Chandler.
- Good morning, Mrs. Harris.
- How are you?
- It's my lucky day today.
Same as every day.
Thank you.
All right.
Why's no one took that seat?
Maybe I saving it for you.
Shove over, then.
You won't believe this, Vi.
The strangest thing's
just happened.
I reckon it's a sign.
Ada Harris, why
that man of yours
can't use the post
like everybody else?
Not much of a writer, my Eddie.
Ooh! So cold.
- Anyone coming?
- No.
- No?
- All clear.
Oh, morning, Mr. Newcombe.
Up bright and early.
Duty calls, Mrs. Harris.
Uh, my niece, Portia.
Oh, delighted, I'm sure.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Ooh-ooh, Miss Penrose.
Bombs away.
Aren't you awfully early?
It's gone half past 1:00, dear.
No.
Christ, my bloody audition.
Oh, I haven't a thing to wear.
Oh, you look lovely
in anything, dear.
There.
What about this?
Oh, what have you done
with my... script?
Oh, hang on, hang on. Hang on.
Oh, for God's sake.
There. Good luck, sweetheart.
Thanks, darling.
You're an angel.
What would I do without you?
Let's enjoy ourselves!
♪ Deep down in Louisiana
close to New Orleans... ♪
Well, if it isn't
the marvelous Mrs. H
and her trusty sidekick.
What can I get you, ladies?
It's been a lucky week.
- Oh.
- Two port and lemon.
Every week's lucky if
you're the bookmaker.
You're not wrong there, love.
Two port and lemon, please.
Course, now I've got your
company, I'm in clover.
You think you get our company
for one drink, Mr. Archie?
Now, these two are a
proper judge of character.
They like you, Ada Harris.
Why they stick with you,
if they're so smart?
Why do you stick with
her, her so crabby?
Met her me first
shift building planes.
Never had a better friend.
Trouble with this one, she
always speak the truth.
Can't help herself.
That is a terrible affliction.
All right, behave
yourself, ladies.
I'll be watching you.
w*r's been over a long time.
Your Eddie's never coming back.
Go on.
Yeah.
♪ I got a gal, she
looks just fine ♪
♪ Always bring me
whiskey and wine ♪
♪ Breakfast in the morning
and dinner at night ♪
♪ Everything she do,
she do just right ♪
♪ And when I say,
"What you wanna do?" ♪
♪ She said, "There's just one
thing that I want from you" ♪
♪ A little bit of rock,
a little bit of roll ♪
♪ A little bit of rock ♪
♪ Ooh, a little bit of roll... ♪
"Dear Mrs. Harris,
"Please find enclosed
the personal effects
"of Sergeant Edward Harris,
"recovered from a crash
site near Warsaw, Poland.
"As a result of this discovery,
"Sergeant Harris
is now posted...
"k*lled in action,
"2 March 1944.
"Please await
further communication
from RAF Central
Administration."
Oh, Ada.
I'm so sorry.
I-I should've known he...
He would've got back to me
if he could've, you know...
one way or another.
Well...
that's that, then.
Footloose and fancy-free.
All right, love.
I hope it was quick.
Miss you.
No, the evening do, absolutely,
but not the wedding breakfast.
Uh, you know, Mrs...
Mrs. Harris, excuse
me. Could you just...
just take that...
- No, that is extortion.
- Oh.
You must go back
and explain to them
that we can't
possibly afford that.
Well, of course it
must be champagne.
I-I-I... Remind them
that Charles is their MP.
That must be worth
something, huh?
Yes.
Toodle-pip.
This wedding's going
to be the death of me.
Do you have children,
Mrs. Harris?
A nightmare of expense
from start to finish.
Oh, yes.
Poor old Admiral Dant
had to make the
ultimate sacrifice.
Setting sail for Christie's
and balmier shores.
Dreadful man, by all accounts.
Talking of accounts, Lady Dant,
I was wondering if you
might be able to sett...
We've been tightening our
belts for so long now,
it's a miracle we can
all still breathe.
- Isn't it divine?
- Oh.
I swore I would never set
foot in the Avenue Montaigne,
but what with the wedding
and "when in Paris" and...
The moment I laid
eyes on Ravissante...
- Ravissante.
- I was ravished.
To the tune of 500 pounds.
500 quid for a dress?
Shh, shh, shh. Lord Dant.
I don't mind admitting
things have been
a bit bloody of late, but...
when I put it on...
nothing else matters.
Lotte?
Now, quickly, hide it away.
His Lordship must not see it
until I've had time
to work on him.
Oh.
Ravissante.
By Christian Dior.
Night, love.
South London Post!
Saturday results!
All your football results.
- Oh!
- South London Post!
- Sorry.
- Saturday results!
All your football results.
South London Post!
Saturday results!
Manchester United two,
Blackpool two.
Newcastle five,
Liverpool three.
Preston North End two,
Portsmouth two.
And now we return to the
rest of the sports report.
No! No!
Oh, it's my Eddie.
It's my angel.
You gone simple on me, woman?
I won, Vi.
I've won.
You want to make nice to her.
She's only gone
and won the pools.
Ada, what you going to do?
I'm going to buy a dress.
Something pretty for
the Legion Dance.
Yeah.
A Christian Dior
dress from Paris.
500 quid.
How much you win?
Any more tickets, please?
Where to, ma'am?
Single, Miss Violet?
Mm-hmm. No cleaning up
after no man for me.
- Ah.
- Morning, Mr. Newcombe.
Mrs. Harris, I, uh...
I don't believe you've
met my niece, Samantha.
Oh, no, I haven't
had the pleasure.
Um, Mr. Newcombe.
If you know of anyone who
could use me services... um...
one of your nieces, perhaps?
Samantha, Mrs. H is
the soul of discretion.
One would never know she'd been
but for the polish on my knobs.
Oh, Giles.
Thank you.
Oh.
Sorry about the audition, love.
Oh, I don't know why I bother.
"Too young." "Too old."
"Too tall." "Too fat."
You're just right, ducks.
I'm twenty... three.
Couple more years, and
it's all over for me.
Oh, you've plenty of time.
You can't imagine what
it's like, Mrs. Harris,
always having to worry
about your looks.
Hey, Cinderella, why'd
you bring them rags?
I will go to the ball...
when I get me dress.
Oh, here comes trouble
with a capital "A."
Hello, Archie.
Ada, the very girl I was after.
- What can I do for you, ducks?
- Now, don't get me excited.
You know I've got
a dodgy ticker.
Oh, get away with you.
She got bigger plans than you.
I can see that.
So, would you mind
doing me a favor
and look after
Spring and Summer?
Because Cynthia there's
not exactly a dog's best friend.
Go on.
Thank you.
You are an absolute star.
And you're all right.
C? All right, here we go.
Shake that tail, baby.
That's what we are, Vi.
The invisible women.
Speak for yourself.
They see me coming. ♪ Mm! ♪
Oh!
Beg your pardon, milady.
Milady, um, my account.
I was wondering if
you might settle up.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Harris.
I'm afraid I forgot
to pop to the bank.
This wedding is a nightmare.
Everybody has said yes.
Oh, um...
you wouldn't mind waiting
until next week, would you?
Well, uh, the thing is,
it's become a bit pressing
because I need to...
Oh, is that the time?
Actually, Mrs. Harris,
I'm afraid I'm going to
have to reduce your hours.
Reduce? N-No, please.
Milady, please...
Well, we all have to economize
these days, don't we?
Sorry.
I know you're there, woman,
in the dark and cold.
I'm all right, Vi.
Archie has got us
free into White City.
Oh, no, I've got
all this mending.
- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
- N-No. No, no, Vi.
Vi... Oh.
Have us a bit of fun.
Oh, good Lord. Look.
It's a sign.
You got a good tip?
Yeah!
Yeah, I have!
- Um... excu... excuse...
- Hey.
- Excuse me.
- Ada, you fancy a flutter?
- Yeah.
- What'll it be?
100 quid on number six.
To win.
A ton?
For the love of Mike,
Ada, no, put it away.
No. Number six.
- Haute Couture, please.
- The dog's a bag of bones.
It couldn't win with
a rocket up its arse.
You tell her, Archie.
She's lost her marbles.
No, it's Haute Couture.
It's a sign. How could
it be anything else?
Ada, girl, I've been doing
this a long time, all right?
Signs don't win races.
Not till tonight, they didn't.
My money's good.
Count it, please.
Yeah.
Here.
Here we go. That's good.
Oh, we got a good spot. Right.
Oh. Wish me luck.
- Oh, Ada.
- Come on, Haute Couture.
Oh, look, she's in the lead!
Come on!
It's in front.
Come on!
It's Clever Count,
Blue Streak, and Stormy Bay.
And would you look at that...
Haute Couture has just
woken up and remembered
what she's here for.
Well...
Hats off to you, girl.
You went for it.
I'll go find a St
John's Ambulance.
They might have a tot of brandy.
For me.
You were right,
Vi... All that money.
My Eddie'd be ashamed of me.
I'll be right back, huh?
Nothing wrong with
dreaming, Ada, hmm?
When I came to London,
the streets were
paved with my dreams.
That's what you are.
You're a dreamer.
Plain as the nose on your face.
Give over, Vi. I'm all right.
Mrs. Harris?
Mrs. Edward Harris?
It's about your husband.
Sit down, please.
Sergeant Harris wasn't
declared missing in action
until April the 19th.
Uh, yeah, that's when
I got the telegram.
It's a day after his birthday.
Ah, yes.
Well, um, as we now know,
Flight Polo Lima 326 crashed
on March the 2nd, 1944,
meaning that Sergeant
Harris was paid
for almost seven
weeks after his death.
At, um, six shillings a day.
Is that what you
come to tell me?
After all this time.
That my Eddie owes you back pay?
When he never owed
a penny in his life.
When he give up his life
for king and country.
You got a nerve.
Coming into my home,
drinking my tea,
blackening his name.
- Um...
- How much do you want?
How much? And then
you can leave.
I-I think you've got the
wrong end of the stick.
Oh, have I? Well,
I'll tell you
where you can shove
your stick in a minute,
- if you don't watch out.
- Oh, golly, no. Um, I, uh...
I'm here to give you
money, Mrs. Harris,
- not-not to take it from you.
- I've had enough of...
What'd you say?
Y-Yes. Righto.
Uh, you should
have been receiving
a-a w*r widow's
pension since 1944.
It comes to quite a tidy sum,
uh, with that small deduction.
So long as you
haven't remarried.
Oh, give over.
He might have come
back any minute,
I'd have looked a right Charlie.
Uh...
well...
I suppose you'd better sit down.
Have that cup of tea after all.
Um, no milk.
She's never done a thing
wrong her whole life, sir.
She went a bit crazy on
account of some dress,
but she's fine now.
Nothing to worry about.
- Oh, hello.
- Mrs. Harris?
You come to tell me I
got the crown jewels?
She's still not
right in the head.
Almost. That diamond
clip you handed in...
The owner wants to
give you a reward
for being an honest citizen.
Oh! She is, sir,
honest to a fault.
Come in and have a cup of tea.
Don't mind if I do. Thank you.
Oh, come on, Vi. We
can have a knees-up.
Oi, wait for me.
And, uh, you might want
to break out the bubbly.
You having another
lucky day, Archie?
As a matter of fact,
I am, and so are you.
News travels fast.
So, that bet you put on
that two-legged dog...
Oh, y-yeah, don't...
don't worry about that.
I've come to me senses.
No, the boss was there,
so I had to take the money,
but I managed to
hold back a tenner.
You shouldn't have
done that, Archie.
You could have got into trouble.
All tickety-boo, Mrs. Harris?
Oh, sorry, I didn't
realize you had company.
Hello. What's going on here?
- Oh.
- For the love of Mike.
- Uh, I'll see you later.
- Uh, no, Archie, Archie.
Uh, can you just
give me a moment?
It-it's personal.
- That the kettle calling?
- Ah, righto.
What's going on? Something up?
It's a long story.
What were you saying?
So, I took your money
and put it on a sure
thing in the last race.
And, um...
your stake back
and a wee bit more.
Oh, n-no, Archie, I couldn't.
- I...
- It's your money. Take it.
I can't keep it, woman.
PC Plod in there would
have my license. Come on.
Just promise me a
dance at the Legion.
Thanks, Archie.
Much obliged.
Blimey.
Are we flying?
We're terribly sorry,
ladies and gentlemen.
There seems to be a
fault with one engine.
There will be a slight delay
while we try and
fix the problem.
Delay?
How long?
I've got to be there
and back in a day.
Oh, God.
Paris.
Righto, Paris, here I come.
It's a fair old walk.
Oh. Um...
bonjour.
Beg your pardon?
Hey.
Thank you. Yeah.
Um, I'm here to buy a dress.
From Dior.
Dior?
Ah, oui. Me also.
Is it far... Dior?
Oh...
20 minutes.
Uh, but after you
take wine, two hours.
I walk you there.
Tomorrow morning, eh?
Oh, no, no, thanks.
I couldn't, no.
All right, go on, then.
Oh, blimey.
Why is all this
rubbish on the streets?
The big boss cheats...
- The worker, yes?
- Yeah, yeah.
The worker say, "No more."
The binmen are on strike?
Ah, yes.
Now all Paris, uh, smells, uh...
uh, like me.
Oh, God.
You are a noble woman.
And remember, in France,
the worker is king.
Oh, miss!
You all right, love?
- Did you hurt yourself?
- No. Sorry.
Thank you.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
Oh.
Miss?
Miss!
No, miss.
Ooh-ooh! Miss!
Miss?
Here you go.
Once again, you save me, madame.
- Oh.
- I'm sorry. I'm very late.
- Oh.
- Thank you.
It's all right. As long
as you're in one piece.
Ooh.
Ooh, uh...
Oh. Excuse me, dear.
Where would I find the frocks?
I fear you have the
wrong address, madame.
I will call someone
to show you the way.
No. No, no.
Sorry. I'm-I'm...
I'm after a frock.
One of them 500-pound ones.
Please, if you could
wait over here,
somebody will
attend you directly.
Now, hang on. Excuse me.
Madame, I-I was here first,
before any of this lot.
Ain't you heard of queuing?
Excuse me. Look, I'm sorry.
-Please.
-I'm-I'm... I'm not one to make a fuss,
but where I come from,
shopgirls are pleased
to be of service.
Shopgirls?
This lady wishes to buy a dress.
Direct her to a suitable shop.
Go.
Uh, please let me
escort you out.
No, no, no, no, no,
hang on a minute.
I've come miles.
Saved every penny
scrubbing floors
and I don't know what
so I can buy this frock.
A Christian Dior gown
is not for pennies.
Right.
If you think I ain't
got the money...
there.
Oh là l.
Are you Mr. Dior?
Oh, oh, no, I'm
Mr. Fauvel, accounts.
Let me help you with the...
Excuse me, chère madame,
but it would be my honor
to have you view the
collection as my guest.
There you are.
Merci.
Shall we?
Oh.
It's here.
Thank you.
When you see the dress you want,
you can write the
number down here.
Oh.
Oh, I was just admiring
your buttonhole.
Oh.
- It's Louise Odier.
- Ah?
Yes, it's lovely. Proper scent.
Are you a connoisseur of roses?
My husband Eddie worked
at Covent Garden,
the flower market.
He was always bringing home
odds and ends, you know.
Roses are me favorite.
You after a dress for your wife?
Ooh. Lucky woman.
My wife is dead.
Oh, I do beg your pardon, sir.
My clumsy clogs.
My Eddie and all.
Oh, um...
But yes, uh, my wife and I
would come here together.
I like to see beautiful clothes.
And beautiful women, of course.
Oh, here we go.
Ooh.
Oh, that's lovely.
Oh.
Oh, will you look.
Oh, that's lovely.
Vénus.
- What number's that?
- 73.
- Vénus. Yes.
- 73. Vénus.
- What number's that?
- 89.
Temptation.
Oh, yeah.
Bravo!
Who's that bloke?
Well, that's the master
himself, Monsieur Dior.
Go on.
He looks like my milkman.
Well, good luck, madame.
I hope you find what
you're looking for.
Oh, well...
Here.
You do not wish to keep it?
Yeah, it's-it's
lovely. Thank you.
Enchanté.
Don't mind me.
- Yes, madame?
- Oh.
Have you made your selection?
Yes. Um...
Number 89, please. Temptation.
Of course.
- Your name, please.
- Harris.
Mrs. Ada Harris.
My apologies, madame.
- Excusez-moi.
- Oh, yeah.
- Ah.
- Oh. Ta-da.
Madame Harris, I regret...
Well, there is a
difficulty with Temptation.
It seems Madame
Avallon demands it.
How's that work, then? You
only got the one dress?
I'm sorry. Madame
insists on exclusivity.
Madame Avallon is one of
our most devoted clients.
And her husband is known
as "The King of Rubbish."
But we would be so sorry if
you were to leave Maison Dior
without a purchase.
And you also wrote
number 73 on your card.
- Oh.
- Vénus.
Yeah, I never thought nothing
could be more beautiful.
Not till I saw Temptation.
An excellent choice, madame.
Yeah. How much is it?
Vénus is 600,000 francs.
430 pounds.
Wrap it up. I got
a plane to catch.
I'm a day late as it is.
Oh, you cannot have this gown.
Oh, don't tell me someone
wants that exclusive and all.
Mais Madame Harris,
every dress is made
and fitted individually
for the client.
Yes, this is haute couture.
We will, of course, reproduce
Vénus exactly as you saw it,
but the thing is...
Make me one?
How long's that gonna take?
Well, at least two weeks.
Ooh. At least.
Several fittings are necessary.
What, leave my people
for a fortnight?
They'd find someone else, and
then I'd be out on the streets.
Vite, vite, to
the airport, then.
I would not forgive myself
if you missed your flight.
- What, without my dress?
- Excusez-moi.
Perhaps there is a
friend you can call?
Someone who can assist
you with your cleaning.
Well, uh, there's Vi,
but I've tried her
patience enough as it is.
Anyway, she's not on the phone.
Uh, we might send
her a telegram.
Uh, Mrs. Harris,
uh, it might be
possible to encourage
the cutter and seamstress
to work a little faster.
And Madame Vi could fill you
in for one week, perhaps?
Well...
you're kind, but I can't.
Anyway, I got nowhere to stay.
I'll have to give it a miss.
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