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Wow.
Seriously.
She looks like Grace Kelly.
On ketamine.
She's at the
top of her game.
There she is.
The belle of the ball.
I don't
know whether to curtsy or cry.
Oh, babe, I can't believe this
is all for you.
I am so proud.
Who's the muscle? My keeper.
You've got a minder?
They insisted.
Don't ask me why.
So if I tried to assault you
he'd have to manhandle me?
I guess he probably would.
Let me know when you're ready.
So is this where all the cool kids
hang out? Lydia, you look beautiful.
So who's the lucky lady, then?
Who's been keeping you from us?
She's called Japan.
Ah.
She sounds pretentious.
I was just
on the phone with a Tokyo boutique.
They saw the London Dress -
they want 30 units.
They've placed an order? Oh, my God!
And with Fashion Week around the
corner, not a moment too soon.
It's the next step for us now, Ali.
We already have a profile
amongst the press.
Thanks to this order, we now have
a buyer and a stockist.
Which just
leaves one tiny box left to tick.
Which is? The Fashion Council wants
to see six samples from
the collection first.
But I don't have a collection.
They want to see them
by the end of next week.
OK.
Well, no pressure then.
Ali, without a show at Fashion
Week we aren't even competing.
We need this.
I know.
Then what's stopping us?
Absolutely nothing.
I'll take those.
Now allow me to propose a toast.
To the London Dress,
to Fashion Week
And to Pure Grace.
Pure Grace.
So, hypothetically speaking,
how much do you think she'd
mind if we left?
I don't think she'd even notice.
Too
many fashionistas blocking her view.
But she will be all
right though, won't she?
She's not exactly pacing herself.
Yeah, she'll be all right.
She's got Mimi and Alex looking
after her.
I think she'll be fine.
In that case,
I think you should take me home.
Come on then.
Wow.
She's really going for it.
The Lydia Kane rodeo show.
Never a
good sign.
Should we do something?
Probably best just let her
ride it out.
Leave her to it,
I'm going for a cruise.
Ali! Hello, Davina.
Not leaving, are you?
But of course you are.
How's business?
OK.
As good as that?
She's just had her first order in
from Japan.
And you are?
I'm Chris.
Ali's boyfriend.
So your fella not with you, then?
My "fella"?
Yeah, only cos you're not the
only mature guest in here tonight.
So if you're in the market
Champagne? I'm AA, you idiot.
Mitchell, my point is the future's
looking very bright for us now.
Fashion Week's no
less than we deserve.
Who's going to Fashion Week?
Mwah! Mwah!
You're not, surely?
With the London Dress order
on the table it's just a matter
The London Dress?
That which was shat on
from a great height?
That's your big breakthrough piece?
She's right, Marco.
It's not enough.
Ali's a nobody.
Even if they were
going to give you a slot,
who on earth would come to see it?
Well, I would, for a start.
No offence, darling,
but whilst I'm sure you could
take on the after show party
single-handedly, one audience member
doesn't quite make a show, does it?
What exactly do you mean by that?
Look, you're standing up for
your friend.
It's very touching,
but let's not kid ourselves.
You know what, Mitchell.
I don't
think I want you here very much.
No? Then why don't you
airbrush me out later?
That is your speciality, after all.
Or I could just use force.
You are joking? Guys, I think
Mitchell here is just leaving.
Lydia, you'll regret this.
Quaking(!)
There he goes.
The great Mitchell Crompton.
See how he runs.
Lydia.
Lydia.
Lydia, Lydia.
Over here.
Where is my car? Hello?
Photo for your fans, Lydia? Little
bit of up skirt for the tabloids?
What do you think you're doing?
My job.
Now why don't you do yours?
Get that thing away from me.
Oh, come off it.
It's not like
you've got anything else to offer.
Oi.
Leave her alone.
Thank you very much indeed.
Come on, love.
Let's get you home.
Oh, my God, now this
is what I needed.
Pump me full of
this stuff and I can handle anything.
What's wrong, babe?
It's fine.
It's what tabloids are there for.
Totally harmless.
Totally.
Ooh.
I need my manager.
Lydia.
Let me have a look.
Oooh.
That is not a good look.
Marco?
I've sent Trish to pick up
the fabric for the London Dress,
so I thought we could get
a head start on the collection.
Marco, there's
something you should know.
Could be worse.
How could it be worse?
Well, at least no one knows she
bankrolled the label.
It could be
our name mixed up in all this.
Like, uber-catastrophe.
In English, please.
Well, I've done Berwick Street and
they're all sold out.
None of them have the fabric.
Someone must love silk velvet.
You don't buy silk velvet
in that kind of bulk.
You do if you don't want anyone
else to get their hands on it.
Meaning? You should have heard her
last night.
Who?
Davina.
I told her we were going
after a slot at Fashion Week,
she nearly gagged.
We screw up this order, we got
no buyer.
No buyer, no show.
This is her.
Trust me.
So what are we going to do?
Cut out the middleman.
If we can't
get the fabric from the shops we'll
go to the mills who supply them.
You all right?
They've dropped me
from my perfume campaign.
Apparently they felt that my public
image was no longer compatible with
a fragrance called Pure Grace.
Forget them.
You don't need them anyway.
Yeah, but they're not the only ones.
What do you mean?
I've lost them all.
All of them? Every contract.
No-one will go near me.
This is my fault.
I should've
been there to fight my own battles.
Ali, this isn't about that.
I don't care about Mitchell.
What do you mean?
My public image?
What is that, exactly?
Party girl? Binge drinker?
Lydia, you don't have to
justify your behaviour to anyone.
But I need to justify it to myself.
You know, I need some
self respect at least.
I was 14 when I started modelling.
I hadn't even done my GCSEs and I was
my family's highest earner.
Suddenly I'm getting kicked out of
school, because I'm never in class.
And I'm getting touched up
by middle-aged men in Milan
and pretending that I can handle it,
because I'm drunk.
And now it's ten years down the
line and I have turned into this
thing that I never wanted to be.
It's this industry, you know.
It's made me
what I am, and now they want
to bring me down because of it.
Well, I don't need this career
to make me happy.
I'm not going to model any more.
Look, maybe
you just need a bit of down time.
Yep.
With the paps
camped outside my house?
Well, why don't you
stay here for a few days?
Look, if you're going to quit
the modelling career you're going
to need our help.
You stood up for me.
It's my turn.
Thanks.
Just a few essentials, babe!
Right.
What's going on?
A small hitch.
Minor issue.
Marco, please tell me that you
haven't just bought all of this.
The mill would only sell it to me
in bulk.
It was all or nothing.
But they want 30 dresses.
There is enough here for 100.
More.
All right then, 100 dresses
is what we'll make.
And sell.
I've spent the money, I need to get
it back.
We can't make 100 dresses.
Not by ourselves.
Well, then, we'll hire a factory.
And how are we going to afford that?
I'll find a way.
Do you trust me, Ali?
I don't know.
You know we call ourselves a label.
A label is something you sew
into the clothes you manufacture,
not some sketches on a wall.
We will meet this order and we
will make it to Fashion Week.
You get designing,
I'll find us our factory.
Babe, where's your bottle opener?
In the drawer under the kettle.
What are you doing?
I guess I must be opening a bottle.
You were supposed to be coming
to the studio.
You said
you'd help me with the collection.
Yeah, I was.
I'm not feeling up to it at the
moment.
I'll lay low for a while.
Lydia.
With a bottle of wine?
If I can find the
Ooh, got it.
Thanks, babe.
Happy women are all alike.
Every unhappy woman is
unhappy in her own way.
Who's that? Is that Carrie Bradshaw?
It's Anna Karenina, isn't it?
Sort of.
You know, there might be
something in that.
What do you mean?
Well, I mean for the collection.
It's actually quite inspiring.
Unhappy women? Oh, definitely.
Not unhappy women, but risk takers.
Women who are ruled by
their hearts and not their heads.
Women like Lydia.
Like Anna Karenina.
Like Anna, yeah.
Marco, silk velvet has
a much slower turnover,
and with such a small order,
you're at the back of the line.
We're looking at four months.
That won't work.
I've got to sell
these units by the end of the month.
I've got bills to pay.
As do I.
So we're looking at traditional
Russian Court and Orthodox costume.
It's got to be well tailored,
and lots of taffeta,
brocades, fur and gilt.
OK.
On it.
We're not the only ones
feeling the pinch here, right?
So what I need here, Gary
Paul.
Exactly.
I'm sorry.
Absolutely not.
You know, you can tell your sister
she can stop calling me.
Hello you.
Hey.
Can you talk?
Yeah, sure, what's up?
I was just thinking, Rose has got
this thing at school, this play,
and I just want to know if you
fancy coming along.
To the play?
What is it? Er, Cinderella.
Oh, my gosh.
Is she Cinderella?
Yeah.
You should see the costume.
I actually can't get her out of it.
So what do you think?
I thinkI would love to.
Yeah? Good.
On one condition.
Go on.
You go over to mine
and help me baby-sit Lydia.
Done.
Easy.
Well, I'll see you later,
Prince Charming.
Oh, shut up.
Hi.
Hey.
Is Ali around?
She's not home yet.
So you're just making
yourself at home, huh?
I guess so.
Want a drink?
I'm making Amaretto Sours.
Mmm.
Thanks.
What's cooking? Fried chicken.
What's that? Gravy.
Whoops.
Hey.
I've got it.
I know what
the aesthetic is.
Oh, great.
Well, don't you
want to hear about it?
Later.
I'm busy.
OK.
I'll walk with you.
See, once I started down the whole
Russian period thing it all just
started to seem to fall into place.
It's about textures
and heritage and
Marco, are you even listening to me?
Yeah, I'm listening, I'm just
running late.
And you don't want to
be chasing after me.
I don't mind.
Ali, you're wasting time.
I don't need to hear all this.
I need to see it.
Look, I need these dresses
made fast or I'll go bankrupt.
Don't worry.
We can make them.
And we'll deliver on time.
Ali.
Ali!
What are you doing here, Marco?
This is a sweatshop.
OK, Anita Roddick, listen up.
I've spoken to a dozen
factories today.
We don't have the time or the money.
If we don't meet this Japan order we
can kiss Fashion Week goodbye.
It's exploitation.
It's reality.
What choice do we have?
Who else is going to
manufacture these dresses? Dorota.
order.
She can manage that.
And the rest?
Are your problem.
You work it out.
You ever associate my name with a
place like this again
Hi, I'm Sharif.
Good for you.
You think they'd be better
off in their own country?
Last week I sent home three men.
If you don't give me this work
I'll send home another three.
These men and women have families.
How else do they pay to feed them?
I'll need to see a sample
before I commit to all 70.
Just drop the material by, my friend.
We're always here.
Ali's back.
Wait till you see the bathroom.
I caught her frying a chicken.
Whole.
Hey, Lydia.
How was your day?
You got plans this evening? Uh-uh.
Great.
Well, then you can help me
with one of my samples.
Strip.
I am not a model any more, remember?
No.
But you are still my friend.
And I need your help.
Do you want me to leave?
OK.
So, how's the new Lydia?
All right.
Yeah? Those new horizons
are shaping up, then? Not exactly.
Because, you know, it
is possible that you won't actually
be able to see them from in here?
I thought you said
you wanted a change?
I do.
Then you do actually
have to do something.
You know,
get out there, get involved.
With what? I don't know.
Volunteer or something.
The Army?!
No.
Charity.
I'm sure there're
plenty of organisations that would
kill to have you on board.
I am sure Model Hooligan is top
of everyone's wish list(!)
Well, then keep it low-key.
You know, you don't have to jump
into everything at the deep end.
I used to volunteer at Still Human.
What's that? They help
refugees and asylum seekers.
I mean, they're only little,
but I'm sure they'd love
to have you involved.
Lydia, if you're looking for more
meaning in your life, you're not
going to find it in here, are you?
Hmm.
This is going to be good, babe.
Oh, my goodness!
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm Lydia.
I know who you are.
The whole world knows who you are.
I'm Suze.
Thank you so much for
coming in to see us.
I can't tell you how
exciting this is.
The sort of exposure that
someone like you could give us
Perhaps I should stop you there.
OK.
The thing is I don't really
know what it is I can offer you.
But I know that I don't want a fuss.
Well, no.
Not fuss
I'm just an ordinary person.
That's how I want to be treated.
So if that means helping
out in a soup kitchen or
licking stamps, I don't care.
I just want to help.
Well, I think we can manage that.
Trish.
It's Lydia.
Hey.
I need you.
Oh, I'm only half way through
the collection
and I'm meeting Chris later.
I'm going to see Rose
in her school play.
Ali, please.
Will you just come meet me?
I think I've just fallen in
at the deep end.
I know that look in your eye.
You're up to something.
I was imagining poor Ali making her
London Dress out of old bed sheets.
What's your excuse?
Ever heard of Still Human? No.
Well, you're about to.
They're unveiling their
new celebrity patron to the press
this afternoon.
Guess who it is.
Lydia Kane.
She's given up
modelling, apparently.
Some sort of existential response
to her fall from Pure Grace.
She can't just walk
away from the industry.
Not this close to Fashion Week.
I need her in my show.
Ah.
I thought your paparazzi stunt was
supposed to bring her down a peg,
not knock her off the whole rack.
Well, perhaps I'd better
be there for her unveiling.
See if she can't be persuaded to put
the veil back on.
You see, now that's the Mitchell
Crompton I know and love.
I thought they might help you
make the right sort of impression.
Just put it on.
This is bad, Ali.
It's exactly what I was
trying to avoid.
The cameras.
The public eye.
It's not
what I wanted.
I can't do this.
It's just a little meet and greet.
You'll be fine.
This sort of thing, the press will
get behind you.
Just be honest.
OK.
Be honest.
Be yourself.
Be myself.
Eat your ginger heart out,
Geri Halliwell.
Still Human is something
that means a lot to me.
Are you a human rights campaigner?
No.
Then what do you mean? I just
I just like human rights.
Youlike them?
Are there any particular
human rights issues that you hope to
champion through this relationship?
Some.
That's
something that Lydia and I will be
discussing in the coming weeks.
But you must have some idea.
Well, stuff like
.
.
people trafficking and slave labour
and that.
And that.
I think what Lydia means I'm
sure Lydia can speak for herself.
Um, I just
think that they're important.
And I think that you're a model and
one of the best in the business.
But this,
Lydia, is just embarrassing.
So, what exactly do you know
about human rights, Lydia?
What are you doing this for?
Is this your new career,
ambassador to the world? Excuse me.
Hmm.
What is wrong with me? Nothing.
OK, that is not you, it's just him.
Don't blow this out of proportion.
I have just made a complete idiot of
myself in front of the press again.
"Keep it low key," you said.
The thing is, Ali, people won't
let me do that.
He's right.
Look at me.
Who the hell do I think I am?
Who am I?
Right, well, at least we're finally
being honest with one another.
Lydia!
I don't know if you can wear
the dress ALL the time.
Maybe just special occasions.
I'm sorry I missed your play, Rose.
I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
Isn't it, Rose?
What's this?
A souvenir.
Oh, thank you.
I will make it up to you both.
I promise.
You coming back with us?
I'd love to, you know I would.
It's just Lydia, she's
Lydia needs to learn to look after
herself.
You can't hold her hand all
the time.
You're coming with me.
I'm sorry.
I was wrong to
expect you or anyone else
to be able to help me.
If I'm going to do this, I have to
do it on my own.
That's not true.
Listen.
I don't care what Mitchell
said yesterday.
I've never claimed
to be an expert on any of this stuff.
All I am is a face
and that's not going change overnight
so I might as well use it and start
playing to my strengths for a change.
Strengths? What are you going to do,
throw them a party?
Very funny.
Well, not a party, but a ball.
Lydia, nobody can sell
a product like you.
Throw a charity ball.
Still Human is your product.
Sell it to the world.
What do you think?
I think you can do one better.
If you have all these rich people in
a room, put on an auction.
That's where the real money's at.
That's what makes the difference.
Auction what, exactly?
Well, that's where your contacts
come in.
For example, we'll be
donating one of the London Dresses.
We'll what?
We want to show our
support, don't we?
Why don't you go see what everyone
else can muster?
Can I see you in my office? Yep.
He need a cushion for something?
Or just help finishing his lunch?
I'm just having a little difficulty
with
I need a favour.
What?
I need you to do something.
What are you talking about?
Come here.
Help me
and I'll come wherever you want.
Lower.
Lower.
Boys? Agh!
What are you doing?
It's a team-building exercise.
You can't work in creative
partnership without total trust.
Well, I'm so sorry to interrupt
your little bonding session,
but I'd like to see you both
in my office.
I'll go light some incense sticks,
shall I?
Maybe chuck on some Enya?
Lydia Kane's charity bash.
Details.
Not my area of expertise,
actually, Davina.
Ali's donating one of her London
dresses.
She has more than one?
Since it went into production,
plenty more.
Well, heavens!
First, her order and now this.
Whatever will we do with her?
I don't think No, not often.
So, I suppose it's rather
befallen upon me to temper
her little ego trip.
How?
Why don't we leave that to me?
Davina, what we do here is
not just some game to me.
Dismissed.
I did not come here
to help you pursue your own
private vendetta.
Dismissed!
Davina, to what do I owe
this unexpected pleasure?
Lydia's throwing an auction for
the charity and Ali's donating
one of her London dresses.
At this rate, Ali will get
into fashion week.
But I thought you'd bought up
all the London dress fabric.
So did I.
Then how are they producing them?
That's what I want to know.
I mean, you're the journalist,
Mitchell.
Investigate.
Hello.
What are you so happy about?
Well, in there are two
all expenses paid VIP tickets to
watch a cover shoot in Martinique.
Just a little something for the
auction.
How did you manage that?
Oh, you know, I just
pulled in a favour or two.
From who, God? Of sorts.
What's this?
A couture dress for
the highest bidder
and the opportunity to wear it down
the catwalk at Davina's next show.
In her actual show? No!
Oh, Lydia,
please don't let her do this.
Do what? No-one is
going to bid for the London dress
if there's a chance to win this.
Which is why Lydia is
going to wear the London dress
herself on the night.
Oh, will I now? The higher our
profile, the stronger our chances
of getting into fashion week.
Davina knows that.
That's what
this is all about.
She's trying to steal our thunder.
Wear the dress.
You'll look
fabulous,
we'll get the publicity and
your auction will get a little
extra *** for its buck.
Or did you already have
something else lined up?
Hey.
Babe, I need the London dress.
Now? I'm photographing all the lots
for the auction catalogue.
I just
modelled this tiara from Tiffany.
Oh, my God.
You've gotta see this thing.
All right, then.
I'm going to bring the dress myself.
Really? And I'm not coming alone.
These I can sell.
This is good work.
I'll have the rest of
the velvet delivered.
You know, this could be the start
of a beautiful relationship.
I doubt that.
And unless you want a visit
from the immigration authorities,
you'll keep it to yourself.
See? I told you.
Cinderella! Rose,
that's Ali's friend, Lydia.
You know her? Mm-hmm.
You can come
and talk to her if you like.
Thanks for nothing.
Who is this little angel?
This is my daughter, Rose.
Rose, this is Lydia.
You are beautiful.
How's it going?
Awfully.
Tossing male model
hasn't shown up.
Manorexic twit.
If I don't get
these pictures today
they won't make it to the print.
If they don't make it to the print,
no-one
What? Angel, do you mind
if I borrow daddy for a bit?
What's going on?
You are coming with me.
Where are we going?
Come on.
Come on.
Lydia?
What are they doing with daddy?
Well, they're just helping
him get changed, sweetheart.
Into a prince?
A prince?
Yeah, for Princess Lydia.
If he's her prince that means
they have to get married.
Oh, look.
Fizzy drinks.
Book a courier van, have the rest
of the velvet delivered to this
address.
Where are you going?
The Fashion Council won't let us
pitch until they've seen proof
we've ticked all the boxes.
Amazing! Can I come? No.
Yeah.
Yeah, probably best
I stay here and take care of HQ.
So what, this is it?
This is modelling?
That is the easy bit.
Yeah,
so what's the hard part?
The endless travelling.
The hanging
around on your feet all day,
for the large part
doing absolutely nothing.
Then spending night after night at
parties and events just to meet the
right people.
It is bleak.
Sounds it.
Chris, don't bother.
You are not becoming a male model.
Did I say I was going to be a model?
I'm being serious.
Fashion is my job.
You are my
Special friend,
and the two don't mix.
You're so sweet.
Ali Redcliffe, Trish speaking?
Oh, hello there,
I wonder if you can help me.
My old chum, Marco, said that one
of you lovely people might be
able to help me out.
Would you be the right person
to speak to about this?
Or do I need to go higher up?
The right person?
Mate, I only basically run the place.
What do you want to know?
Oh, just the basics, really.
Where you source your fabrics,
where you get your garments
produced, that sort of thing.
Tranche du gateaux, babe.
Have you got a pen?
Hello, Still Human.
Hello, there.
I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm sure you must be frantic.
Just a bit.
And quite right, too.
I'm full of admiration
for what you do.
Really, it's such important work.
Oh, thank you.
Which is why I'd hate to see it
poisoned by one sour grape.
Suze, I've got the
What's going on?
Funny how easy it
is to misjudge a person.
I suppose this was all
just one big PR stunt?
Excuse me? I've cancelled the ball.
You and I will be going our
separate ways from here on.
I don't understand.
What's happened?
Why don't you go and ask your
best friend Ali Redcliffe.
Or, do you already know?
You do fund her label after all.
How could you do this to me?
What? Sharif Mustaffa?
Does that name ring any bells?
The sweatshop?
Where you've been manufacturing
the London Dress.
Says who?
Davina.
Well, she's lying.
Dorota
produced them.
I saw her.
All of them? You said you bought
three times more fabric than
you needed, Ali.
Where is it?
I don't know.
So you're telling me
you don't even know how
you manufacture your own product?
No! That's Marco's department
I'm sorry! You're sorry?
Suze thinks I'm in on it,
Ali, a sweatshop.
It's everything she stands against.
She's pulled the charity ball.
She wants nothing more to do with me.
So "sorry" won't cut it.
OK.
I'll tell her it wasn't you.
A few weeks ago I was the face of
a multi-million pound campaign.
Now I can't even give myself away.
What was it you said?
"Be honest.
Be yourself.
"
What the hell
would you know about that?
She's done it.
Dorota finished
the 30th dress this morning,
we just shipped it off to Japan.
One piece left.
You know, we pitch to the fashion
council first thing in the morning.
No, I pitch first thing
in the morning.
I know about the sweatshop, Marco.
So does Lydia.
Still Human have pulled the ball
and I want you to leave.
Ali,
I had to get those dresses made.
Just get out of my studio!
We'd have gone bust.
Now!
I've got to try and make it up
to Lydia.
Marco.
Wait.
Maybe you haven't noticed,
but we Poles can sew too.
It was 100 dresses, Dorota.
There is
no way you could do it on your own.
I do have friends.
My life
does exist outside your studio.
We can still sell them.
I'm listening.
How do you say?
Many hands make light stitch.
How quickly can you get
the other 70 made?
How quickly can you get
the fabric back?
'Hi, it's Lydia.
Leave a message.
'
This is going to be good, babe.
Ladies
If we can have your passports ready
for inspection, please?
It's just coming up to midday,
so I'd like to see you all
taking a break at 2pm,
irrespective of toilet breaks!
Thank you.
You're disgusting, do you know that?
At ease, ladies.
I've got to go.
If you're looking for a job, you can
leave your CV with the receptionist.
I'm looking for a temporary truce.
This isn't doing any of us any good
and it's not too late to fix it.
Is that a fact?
Call up Still Human, convince them
Lydia had nothing to do with the
sweatshop and get the ball back on.
Without the London Dress, if need
be.
Why? Without the London Dress,
what do you get out of it?
Lydia forgives Ali and I get a shot
at winning my designer back.
And why would I want that?
You wouldn't.
You wanna hurt us.
But all you're doing now is
hurting innocent people.
Still
Human, they're a charity.
You have any idea what this meant
to them? Surely even Davina Bailey
needs to sleep at night.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to see you.
Ali
Can we have a minute?
Alone.
No, no, no.
Stay.
This won't take long.
I'm sorry, all right.
I got caught up in the order
and fashion week and I just
I lost touch and I see that now.
I've pulled the order from the Mile
End factory.
I've found another
way to manufacture the dresses.
I spoke to Davina.
The auction's back on.
It won't feature the London Dress,
but that's not my priority any more.
So what is?
You.
And you actually expect me
to believe that?
I expect you to not jeopardise
everything because of my mistakes.
I'm not.
I'm going to do it on my own.
Ali,
you're the best designer
I've ever worked with, but if
you do that pitch without me
you will fail.
Marco, you betrayed me.
I can't just let you back in
because you say you're sorry.
Could you give me a lift,
I need to be somewhere.
Sure.
Marco's pulled the dress
from the sweat shop.
Davina's spoken to Still Human
and the ball's back on,
and Suze knows
you weren't involved.
I'm sorry, Lydia.
No-one means
more to me than you.
You've got to believe me.
I knew nothing about this.
I would never do that to you.
Please?
What's that?
It's a dress.
It was meant to be part of my
pitch to the Fashion Council
but I want you to have it.
You're my bestest friend.
I don't know what else to do
to prove that to you.
There.
Just think about it, OK?
Lydia.
Look, you're an ***
and my calling you like this
does not mean that we are cool.
You know I hate you for what you've
done, however sorry you say you are.
Look, right now I need you.
Ali Redcliffe.
You've only got five samples.
I'm afraid so.
But you're required to submit six.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Well, would you like to talk us
through the five you do have?
Yes.
Um
Sorryum
The inspiration
So sorry we're late guys.
Traffic!
Such a drag.
It's Liam, isn't it?
And Sal, of course.
We met in Paris.
Anyways, I won't hang around.
Ali left this at my house last night.
It's probably one of the better
designs you'll see this season, but
you'd know more about that than me.
Ciao, ciao.
Good luck, Ali.
I took the liberty of
putting together some literature
on the designs,
their inspiration, a history
of their creative development.
Well, this is actually
very impressive.
Good.
Perhaps you'll let me
talk you through the thinking
behind the collection.
What's he doing here?
I invited him.
Why?
Watch this.
Ask him about Lydia's dress.
Sure.
No problem.
Mitchell Crompton, fashion critic,
can you tell us what you make
of Lydia's ensemble tonight?
It's refined.
It's chic.
It's effortlessly elegant.
It's also designed by
Ali Redcliffe, her first collection
inspired by Lydia Kane.
What do you reckon, Mitchell?
Would you say I look inspirational?
The very personification.
Now wait until you see this.
Wow!
They look amazing!
With love from Poland.
I don't think we'll have to wait
too long for our next order
if you still want to
keep the label going.
Made in-house, by legal employees.
I know how much you care.
Do you think these are wheat-free?
Chris, eat the canape.
But
It's a canape.
Eat the canape.
Yum.
Canape's good.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the
auction all in aid of Still Human.
Now, I know how many shopaholics
we have in here tonight,
so without further ado I will hand
over to our most esteemed auctioneer
and my very good friend,
Mr Alex Zane!
Thank you.
Thank you.
Yes! You are right
to applaud for this fantastic
event that Lydia has put on.
Isn't it magnificent?
Doesn't she look magnificent?
Right then, first up.
What a prize!
It is an all expenses paid
VIP trip for two to watch
cover shoots in Martinique.
Yep.
You're right to ooh.
What shall we start the bidding
at for this? Five? Five.
£5,000!
Oh, and already over there
we have five.
I can't finish my dessert.
Do you want it, Mimi?
Yeah, Mimi.
You can have mine too, if you like.
I mean, that's the beauty
of a baggy dress.
There's always more room.
Why don't
you take it home for your dogs?
We don't have dogs.
Oh, forgive me.
I took your friendship to mean
that you both liked ***.
ALEX ZANE: All right, sir, you're
going to Martinique for £10,000.
Enjoy yourself.
Yeah!
Next up, wow, we have a true one-off
from award-winning fashion designer,
Davina Bailey.
I'd say, with the dress, and the
fact you get to strut your stuff
down the catwalk at her show
£10,000?
£10,000? How about £10,000 for
this opportunity of a lifetime?
We've got ten, thank you very
much, £10,000 Do we have 15?
Wow! Thank you
Madam? Madam.
Thank you.
We've got 15.
I'm going to powder my nose.
Do we have 20?
Do we have £20,000 for this?
We do.
Over there right at the back.
£20,000! 30!
Big price.
Big voice.
£30,000.
OK.
Right at the back there.
I can hardly see you, madam,
but £35,000!
£35,000? No?
OK.
Well done.
£35,000
to the lady at the back.
Lydia looks stunning,
I've got to say.
That really is
a beautiful dress, isn't it, Ali?
Look amazing in our show,
don't you think?
What show?
I got an email from
the Fashion Council.
We're in.
Oh.
Wow!
Wow!
So, does that mean I'm forgiven?
It means that I'm not going to
let you stand in my way,
and I don't give second chances
lightly, so if you ever
go behind my back again
I understand.
And as for you,
Little Miss Blabbermouth,
you're back on coffee duty.
What?
Yeah, let's go.
Hello.
Well done! So, what now?
Well, modelling might not
exactly change the world,
but I wouldn't have been able to do
any of this without it, would I?
So, back to work, then?
Since we announced the ball
to the press, the phone's been
ringing off the hook.
Mmm.
I know I won't be
in this game forever,
but while they still want me,
I might as well milk the bloodsuckers
for all they're worth.
Oh, well, in that case, I'd better
book you in now then.
Into what?
Well, I was just hoping
that you might
open my show.
We got in.
Someone's stolen the collection.
Jed Nicholls is back.
What!
Ali!
You were the one that got away.
Oh, you pig!
I want you out of the flat today.
But it's my lucky pulling hat.
I'll look awful in prison fatigues.
Curly, ice-cream hair.
Think asymmetric poodle.
How could I be so stupid?
You need a bit of attitude girl.
We both do.
How can I lose a best mate and a
boyfriend in the space of two days?
Ohh! Why am I always the last person
to know what's going on with you?
Sort yourself out, Ali.