"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." "MOBILE PHONE RINGS" "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." "PHONE RINGS" "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." "# Who's that girl?" "The one that I remember" "# Who was she, with her hands wrapped around the world?" "#" "PHONE RINGS" "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." "PHONE RINGS" "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 think..." "I 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." "# In the madness of the storm I'm the one to carry on" "# I don't need no medicine... #" "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." "# I've waited for so long" "# Put up with your shenanigans" "# I'm going to take you on" "# And you won't know the half of it I'm going to put you in your place" "# You've got the queen I've got the ace" "# I'll light you up and smoke you down" "# And watch the rings go round and round" "# Oh oh oh oh oh" "# This is war whoa" "# Whoa oh oh... #" "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." "100 dresses?" "The 30 for the Japanese 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." "COMEDY PROGRAMME ON TELEVISION" "SHE LAUGHS" "DOOR OPENS" "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." "PHONE RINGS" "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." "You..." "like 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." "MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES" "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." "GASPS" "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 bang for its buck." "Or did you already have something else lined up?" "PHONE RINGS" "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." "PHONE RINGS" "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?" "PHONE RINGS" "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?" "DOOR SLAMS" "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?" "ANSWER PHONE: '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." "# So tired of feeling blue" "# Such a heavy weight on you... #" "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?" "MOBILE RINGS" "Lydia." "Look, you're an arse 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..." "Sorry...um..." "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." "GASPS" "Yep." "You're right to ooh." "What shall we start the bidding at for this?" "Five?" "Five." "Â£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 bitches." "ALEX ZANE:" "All right, sir, you're going to Martinique for Â£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..." "Â£10,000?" "Â£10,000?" "How about Â£10,000 for this opportunity of a lifetime?" "We've got ten, thank you very much, Â£10,000 Do we have 15?" "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 Â£20,000 for this?" "We do." "Over there right at the back." "Â£20,000!" "30!" "Big price." "Big voice." "Â£30,000." "OK." "30,000 over here." "Do I see 35?" "Right at the back there." "I can hardly see you, madam, but Â£35,000!" "Â£35,000?" "No?" "OK." "Well done." "Â£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." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd" "E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk"