All language subtitles for The Paradise S01E05 Episode 1.5.DVDRip.HI.en.BBC

Have you been out, Denise?

Running an errand,
sir, for Miss Audrey.

You seem to have run rather a
few errands for Miss Audrey lately.

I don't mind, sir.

Gives me a chance to take
a look at the other shops,

see what they're up to.

I think it's beginning
to irk Miss Audrey that

I rather like the errands.

Let humility be
your friend, Denise.

Miss Audrey can be forgiving,

she'll soon forget you were in charge
of her department for a short while.

You may not see it yet, but
she could be your greatest ally.

I do see that, sir. I would
like for her to like me.

Thank you, sir.

Your Lordship?

The expansion,
how is it proceeding?

The barber is proving
a little difficult, sir.

But we need his premises
to extend along the street.

We have made him
a generous offer.

Well, clearly not generous
enough. You have the funds, Moray.

If you are seen to stall it
will look like impotence,

the little shops will appear
to be ruling the roost.

The whole city knows
I am backing you.

I'll be taken for a fool.

I assure you, sir, it will
all be settled as soon as I...

Good. Because it must.

Take up the loan soon, Moray,
or the funds will be withdrawn.

Your Lordship, may I say,

I did exactly as you
bid me with Katherine.

I have made no approach,

I have not attempted to
interfere with her and Peter Adler.

Good, however,

my daughter is no longer
enjoying the company of Mr Adler.

I'm sorry. I, I
didn't know that.

It appears you can win her
even by leaving her alone.

Perhaps even more when
you stay away from her.

She will contact
you, I dare say.

I'll leave you to decide
how you must respond.

Now there's something mighty
puzzling to set your eyes on!

Why would she go
shopping at them shops,

when she knows Mr Moray
won't be happy about that?

Would he?

The funds from
Glendenning are in place,

we must conclude
the purchase quickly.

The barber is one of the few
shops on the street still prospering,

so it will require
a generous offer

to press him into a
speedy agreement.

Have the papers ready.

Dudley, you look to me like a
man in need of a close shave.

Put them by the door, girls.

I want to create a crush
that spills out onto the street.

It is the little inspirations
which keep us

ticking over till we find the
next big idea to make us flourish.

(DOOR OPENS)

Madam? Miss Glendenning.

Do come in. Well...

What a charming little
store you have, Mr Lovett.

Thank you, ma'am. Yes.

I am assured I can
expect the finest stitching.

You wish me to...
you would like me to?

My own dressmaker is indisposed.

I have taken a fancy to something
particularly elegant. Simple.

Look at that velvet.

Heavens, and such
organdy and taffeta.

I can see I will require
more than one garment.

Miss Glendenning,
ma'am, may I ask,

I'm very grateful you
should come into my shop.

I am sure you could call
on any store hereabouts.

I consider it my public duty to
favour enterprises like yours,

the old craft shops that have served
our community since I was a girl.

We do not want
to lose you, do we?

And we mustn't let Mr Moray
believe that he rules the world.

I can't begin to tell you,
ma'am, what this means to me.

May I suggest we
begin with the organdy?

What you are doing next
door, Mr Moray, it's a marvel.

I said to myself, that man
will own the whole street.

Nothing less than a true marvel.

Opportunity, sir, that's
what this is for me.

What are your plans, Bradley?
I'm going to take me apron off.

I've been listening to
the same old stories

from the same old
faces, day after day.

I want more.

Then I suggest we
conclude our business swiftly.

That we will.

I was, erm, thinking, sir,
perhaps, you know rather than

you just buying me shop,
there might be another way.

Another way?

If I could come into The Paradise,
a kind of partner in the business.

(HE SNORTS)

That is not possible. The
Paradise is mine, alone.

No, no, I'm not saying I'll be
your equal or nothing like that. No.

I just want to wear
a suit every day.

I see you fellers, you
get respect from... people.

Huh?

Bradley Burroughs,
Junior Partner.

Hah? I might be admired
as a man of the world.

Bradley, with an offer like this,
you could set yourself up anywhere.

I stand in me shop every day,
watching them coming and going,

walking right past me
heading into The Paradise.

This is me chance, you see?

Those are my terms.

I think, what you
need, Mr Burroughs,

is some time to
reconsider your position.

I bid you good day.

If I do not get Burroughs to
sell now, I will lose the funds.

I must have the barber-shop,
it is the only way for us

to begin our development
along the street.

Sir, if I may? Burroughs
holds all the cards.

He could easily sit
in his shop for years.

Perhaps you should give
him what he wants. For now.

Once he is made partner,
once he has signed papers,

do we really want to say The
Paradise has a dolt like him

in a position of authority?

Let us just hear
Jonas out, Dudley.

If I might suggest. Burroughs
is little more than a child.

He sees The Paradise
as a playground.

He has little
business aspirations.

If you could bear it, sir, we'll
keep him on the shop floor

and help him see how he's
not made for The Paradise.

I have no other course.

Now is the moment to
expand and I must grasp it.

So I will agree to
Burroughs' terms,

but I need something
that protects The Paradise.

Sir, we could quite simply
insert a clause into his contract,

to say that as soon as
Burroughs steps over the line

we will pay him what you
promised and remove him.

Dudley, I need you to
keep check on Burroughs.

And keep him away from me.

I always said, didn't I say?

If we hold on, the best
of times will be with us.

An order like this, bespoke
work and not cheap, Denise,

it will keep me going.

That's wonderful,
Uncle. A true sign of faith.

Quality, see. People will
always come back to quality.

Miss Glendenning told me,

if she is happy with her dress
she has a mind to order more.

If she is a customer then,
do you see what this means?

Yes.

Your own uncle
unable to give you work.

I've let it torment
me. But this order.

It's not just the money,
Denise. Do you see?

This is a sign of
things to come.

Yes.

The best of times.

The best of times.

Denise.

Oh. Mr Moray, sir. I
was visiting my uncle.

I hope Edmund is well?

He is, sir. His spirits are greatly
improved. Because he has work.

Orders from...

What is it you are
trying to tell me, Denise?

She has been placing orders at
the shops up and down the street, sir.

No-one knew if
you were aware of it.

She has ordered a
dress from my uncle.

Who has?

Miss Glendenning, sir.

She was going down
the street, shop to shop.

She had her well-to-do friends
with her. Dripping with furs. Dripping.

Why would Miss Glendenning do
that? Mr Moray won't be, will he? Pleased.

Doesn't sound
too smart, does it?

We're expanding The Paradise
and she's taking her trade elsewhere.

Miss Audrey, I had a
notion, for our department,

I was looking into the
barber-shop window...

Gentlemen?

The idea is, ma'am, on the
quietest afternoon of the week...

Gentlemen in Ladieswear?
Have you lost your senses, girl?

There would be no ladies
present, Miss Audrey.

We would open the
department only to gentlemen,

so they might be assisted
in finding gifts for their wives.

I cannot imagine
anything more vulgar.

The lingerie, it was a
considerable cost to import it,

it is intended to draw in refined
ladies, we have not sold any yet.

We must think of ways
to light up the quiet times.

Indeed, sir...

I do have a notion.

The Gentlemen's Afternoon.

Thursdays from 1.00, I thought
we might banish the ladies

to let their husbands can
come into the department

to browse for gifts for them.

Yes. Yes, that might
be something different.

It is certainly worth a try.

Thank you, Mr Moray, sir.

Inspiration came to me deep
in the night, as it so often does.

Let's try it out, tomorrow.

I will invite some
men from The Club.

We must give the gentlemen
a warm welcome, girls.

Oh, we will, sir.

Put them at their ease, recommend
expensive trinkets to them.

Mr Moray, sir,

I believe Gentlemen's Afternoon
is such a sorrowful notion.

And why is that, Clara?

Gentlemen need
pleasures, too, sir.

They so often deny
themselves comforts.

Why do you suppose that is?

Perhaps it is that some pleasures,
Clara, leave the Devil to pay.

He will hardly look at me
now. Since she turned up.

He wasn't looking at you anymore
anyway. It was one night, Clara.

It's gone. So's my milk teeth
and they're not coming back.

No. He was like a broken
boy child in my arms.

That means something. It has to.

He was sobbing, Pauline,
and whispering about his wife.

Clara. I don't like it when
you talk about his wife.

It scares me. It is forbidden.

Did you see her? Miss
Audrey. I can't believe it.

Everyone knows it was my
idea and she stood there, smiling!

It is... dishonest!

(MIMICKING) But
it is... dishonest!

She thinks we're no more
that halfwits from Weebles.

Peeb. It's Peebles. Peeb.

Yeah, well, she plays
the innocent, that's what.

She has her eyes set on Moray
and I'm not going to let her steal him.

Oh, steal him from
Miss Glendenning?

Steal him from me.

I saw Jonas Franks writing
about her in that black book of his.

There will be something
in there, I know it.

I can feel it.

Something shows she's
not the little virgin cherub girl.

Clara. Why must you think like
this? Denise is Denise. That's all.

I've talked to her and
all she is, is Denise.

No, there'll be something in
that book, then you'll all see.

Because Mr Moray is
purchasing the barber-shop,

Bradley Burroughs will be
working with us, in the store.

I'm depending on you
both to help him along.

Yes, Mr Dudley, sir.
So we are to like him?

It is all to enable
Mr Moray to expand

The Paradise in a peaceful way.

So let us all tread carefully
and all will be well with the world.

Sir. Might I say something?

He is a barber.

A barber in a suit
is still a barber.

But we are to
tread, Sam, carefully.

Bradley. Welcome.

Now, I was wondering,

do I get my own office?

Ah. Office. We will get to that.

The challenge for a Junior
Partner is to master the shop floor.

This is where the
real work is done,

where the excitement
and delight is to be found.

Ah, right, yeah, I see that now.

So, erm, when do I
get to see Mr Moray?

As we are partners.

Soon. Soon enough. Soon.

Isn't this grand.

I have arranged for Sam here,
to take you through the rudiments.

There is nothing about
the subtle art of sales

that Sam doesn't know about.

We are about to embark, girls,
your attention, if you please.

We are soon to commence

on what could be an
historical day for Ladieswear.

Perhaps we will all look back

and remember the day that
Gentlemen descended upon us.

It's almost time. Step to it.

Girls! No, no! Decorum! Decorum!

Gentlemen want
seemliness and respectability.

Not the gentlemen I know.

Bosoms must not be accentuated.

All displays must be moderated.

There. There.

I'd like to clear up any
misunderstandings there might be

about the Gentlemen's
Afternoon, Denise.

What misunderstandings
might there be, Miss Audrey?

What you must appreciate,
Denise is that what truly matters is

that Ladieswear shines
in Mr Moray's eyes.

Ma'am, you said the thought of
gentlemen in ladieswear was vulgar.

Do not be impudent, girl.
It was, as you presented it.

In my presentment all
will be decorum. There.

The matter is settled. I
am sure you will agree.

Yes, Miss Audrey.

Girls, remember, decorum.

Come this way, gentlemen,
we'll show you our corsets.

Girls!

Girls!

Girls!

So, before we consider the
customer, we must consider ourselves.

How is my appearance?

Well, to be honest, Sam, your
shave is not the best I have ever seen.

When I say "my appearance"
what I mean is YOUR appearance.

Oh.

Oh? Grand.

It's Pauline, isn't it? I've
seen you passing me shop.

I seen you watching.

I'm here now.

What we have here is feathers and
ribbons and all manner of notions.

You probably don't know
what a notion is. It's everything.

Things that get attached to
clothes, snaps and collar stays.

And buttons, of course
and needles and notions.

And pins and
seam rippers. There.

Excuse me, I have a sudden
passion to sort buttons.

It suits you. Haberdashery.

Oh, a girl might swoon
with such compliments!

Er, there's a dog fight tonight. I
thought we might go, together.

Oh. Thank you so much. Let me
consider your captivating proposal.

There, I have considered
it. No, thank you.

Have you considered
something like this?

Sir, if I may, your lucky
lady will swoon, sir,

swoon, sir,

I promise you, if you were
to spoil her with feathers.

(THEY GASP)

Miss Audrey! What is this?

We have heard those who
say The Paradise is no more

than a Palace of Sin!

But we expected better of you!

Ladies, let me...

It is no wonder that you
wish to keep us excluded.

But they have
purchased many gifts.

For you!

If this is the sordid manner in
which you conduct your business,

we must consider whether we
wish to frequent your establishment.

What is Mr Moray going to suppose
when he sees what a calamity

Gentlemen's Afternoon

turned out to be?

I can't believe how much
progress you have made, uncle.

Oh, yes.

There were times in the old days

when we had to produce
a dress overnight.

The trick is to be
fast and splendid.

It is more than splendid,

it is beautiful.

A dressmaker, Denise, a
real dressmaker, an artist,

he needs to know flawless
stitching, how to cut finely,

has to have a delicate eye

but more than anything
else, we need to know people.

A woman will love her dress

because it was made to fit
her character, not just her body.

Now, some girls want to get lost in
the crowd, to be pretty and no more.

There are certain types who
want to attract only one man.

Their dress must have
a secret, hidden beauty.

So, we need to study them all.

What about Katherine
Glendenning? What does she want?

She needs to be adored.

Oh, tomorrow evening I have
arranged for Miss Glendenning

to come for a fitting.

I am on my own now. I need
a woman to do the fitting.

You will help me, won't you?

I'd like to but it is
forbidden to take on work.

Denise, we are family,

you'd not wish to see me
lose this opportunity to survive?

Girls are dismissed
if they are caught.

And I might lose everything
I have if you won't help me.

It was a disgrace. Those
girls were flaunting themselves.

They were virtually canoodling.

The idea of it. Gentlemen
in the proximity of...

Undergarments, in public.

One can't help but wonder
if Moray has lost his touch.

Perhaps we should
join you, Katherine,

in your rebuffing
of The Paradise.

Yes. What are you
doing, Katherine?

Oh, it is nothing. I am
simply entertaining myself.

Hardly. It has the
look of provocation.

Does it? I do hope so.

Why would you want
to provoke Moray?

Perhaps I enjoy the joust.

There is such pleasure
in seeing Moray riled.

We were expecting
you to announce a date

for your engagement to Mr Adler.

And now you provoke Moray,
by shopping along the street?

Oh, that is simply
to get his attention.

My real weapon is
much more powerful.

I am avoiding him, ignoring
him, abandoning him.

The day will come soon

when he will realise that he
must devote himself to me.

Katherine. Dear Katherine.
Isn't there a hazard in your plan?

Oh. What is that?

What if Moray does not come?

Then I must provoke
him some more.

(THEY TITTER)

Everyone's talking, sir,
about Gentlemen's Afternoon,

how so many wives
are complaining.

The whole city is
laughing at us, so I hear.

It was rather unfortunate.

Poor Miss Audrey will be
blamed but, it wasn't her making.

Sir, it was Denise.

That girl, sir, she's
been here five minutes

and she behaves like
she owns the place.

She plays the coy country girl,

but we all know she has her eyes
set on Mr Moray. It's not gossip, sir.

If you don't believe me, it
will be in Mr Jonas's book.

Ask him, sir. He puts
everything in that book of his.

I do believe he does.
Now, Clara, back to work.

Yes, sir.

Sir, erm, did Mr Jonas appear
before Mr Moray's wife died, or after?

Before, just, not long before.

Do you suppose he wrote about
Mrs Moray, her death in that book?

You are dallying, Clara. You
know what Miss Audrey will say.

A sin, sir.

Hands as lovely as these.

Ah, they should not be
hidden inside of gloves.

Fingers this delightful should
be dangled for the world to see.

Excuse me, Madam. Mr
Burroughs, may I speak with you?

What are you doing
at the glove counter?

Well, I know all there is to
know about men's grooming.

If you imagine you can
touch a customer in this way

I will take you off the shop
floor. I am a partner here.

No! You are a novice.

We work hard to maintain
the best of standards.

And I will not let you put
that at risk by man-handling...

I am a partner in this business.
I have a contract that says so.

What are you a partner
in? Huh? Nothing.

You. Fetch a cup of tea.

Yes, sir.

Pauline.

(HE CLEARS THROAT)

I realise, dog fights might
not be a girl's idea of romance.

But er, I thought
you might be grateful,

a young man asking
you to walk out.

Why should I be grateful?

You're not exactly the prettiest
girl in the shop, that's all.

Oh! Is that so?

Well, let me tell you what you
are, a suit don't make a man.

Especially one that don't
fit. Go to your dog fight.

Try some of your
romancing on one of the dogs.

We must learn from our mistakes,

and Gentlemen's
Afternoon was a mistake.

Mr Moray, sir,

I always said there was a danger
that this event lacked decorum.

Let me apologise most
humbly and gravely.

It should never have happened.

When I come to think about it,

I do believe one of the girls might
have ventured this proposal to me.

I will look into
who is to blame.

We've lost sight of
what our purpose is here.

It is the ladies' desires
we must appeal to.

Oh! You, you echo
my thoughts exactly, sir.

I said as much to
the girls this morning,

"We must stir the
passions of the ladies.

"That is our one devotion."
Didn't I say just that, girls?

We must do more than that.

We must put right what
we have done wrong.

Our task is to make a
gesture to the ladies,

to show them that it is their dreams
which The Paradise caters for.

Let us conjure something
tantalising for them.

Splendid! You have
inspired us, Mr Moray, sir.

We are inspired.

So... What shall we do for them?

Anyone?

Rest assured, Mr Moray,

we will provide you with
something irresistible.

Very good. Thank you, girls.

Denise.

What about you? Do
you have any ideas?

No, sir.

Are you going to tell me
what's troubling you, Moray?

I almost let Clara
back into my rooms.

Back into your rooms?
Is that what you call it?

I don't know what came over me.

I simply felt an overwhelming
need to be in a woman's arms.

(HE SIGHS)

It is weakness.

If you carry on like this,
it will only get worse.

You could put a stop to all
of it, if you will settle down.

It's too late for that.

Your work is
exceptional, Mr Lovett.

Thank you, ma'am. And
your custom is valued indeed.

This material is so light. It
doesn't feel like a dress at all.

I feel as though I might
be wearing a night dress.

I took the liberty, ma'am,

the material is somewhat
darker than the shade you chose,

but I felt it befits
your complexion.

It does.

What do you think, Denise?

I think you look
adorable, ma'am.

I expect you consider
it rather odd that

I should come to
your uncle for a dress?

He is a fine dressmaker, ma'am.

You know what I mean. With The
Paradise right across the street.

It is not for me to say, ma'am.

And have the staff at
The Paradise been talking?

It must have caused
something of a stir.

Your work is so exquisite, Mr
Lovett, a dress as fine as this,

it's a wonder you don't
display it in your window,

for all the world to see.

Why, if this city could know
that I had made a dress for you,

I mean, with your permission?

Denise, it is forbidden for
employees of The Paradise

to seek sewing
outside of the store.

Sir, I was helping
my uncle, because...

On this occasion, I will
not see you dismissed.

Thank you, Mr Jonas, sir.

Mr Moray expects loyalty.

Do you understand why
that loyalty has to be total?

From all of us? If loyalty is
not absolute, then it is nothing.

Bradley, Mr Burroughs, sir.

After the embarrassing incident
at the glove counter it seems

clear to us that things might
not work out for you here.

Might I suggest you permit
Mr Moray to buy you out,

and for you to find
some other... destiny?

I know what you and
Dudley think of me.

I know what it is you
whisper behind your hands.

"Well, now we have him.

"We'll use the incident with
the gloves to be rid of him."

Is it time to throw
your clause at me?

The one in the contract that says,
"Any partner who brings The Paradise

"into disrepute forfeits all rights
and all status as an associate."

Your contract doesn't scare me.

I know what a partner is and
I know what a partner does

and I want to be
treated as such.

That is for Mr Moray to decide.

You tell him this.

Now, I have lived next
door a long old time.

I was next door when Helene so
tragically and mysteriously died.

Mr Burroughs,

do I detect a suggestion of threat
in your mention of Mr Moray's wife?

That Sunday when Moray
brought his wife here,

when there was
no-one else around,

I was right next door when
she had a little... accident.

You tell him that and you see if
he is still so keen to throw us out.

Might I suggest you
tread extremely carefully

when making accusations
against Mr Moray?

And might I suggest that
you tell him I am here to stay?

Moray and I will be
the best of friends.

Like I said, we
should celebrate.

I heard that Burroughs was
indiscrete with a customer,

how long before
we can remove him?

Sir, if I may, Burroughs
is a nuisance,

but let us not
react too swiftly.

Do I have your permission
to deal with him?

Yes, yes, deal with him.

Darling, you're here at last!
I have missed you, Moray.

Katherine, I must
speak with you.

Moray, I don't think you have
met Charles and Margaret.

Come and say hello.

Your dress is in the
window of Lovett's shop.

Oh, darling, you take
everything so personally.

You haven't even got a
refreshment. I am a disgrace.

You think you can waltz up

and down the street,

half the city is
talking about it!

Juliet, Moray wants me
all to himself for a while.

I want you to leave.

You will leave now.

If you will not behave
like a gentleman then...

It is cruel, what you are doing!

You toy with those shopkeepers,
as you toy with everyone.

You use them to tease me.

You let them believe
they might survive

when you know it is hopeless.

You are a spoilt child.
You always will be.

I lost two customers because
he said the stupidest things.

His breath could clear the store.
He's too busy peering at the girls.

The matter is in hand.

Burroughs will not be
with us for much longer.

He says he is a partner,
sir. That can't be right.

So it must be wrong.

Such things are not
your concern, Pauline.

There have been some dealings
made necessary by Mr Moray

to expand the store.

Will there be new
departments, sir? I do hope so.

Will I get a new counter, sir?

(DOOR OPENS)

Did you tell Burroughs?

It is not possible to
remove him at this time.

Then we must make it possible.

I spoke to Mr Moray.

He has granted me authority to
deal with Burroughs as I see fit.

What is going on? Why has that
man suddenly become untouchable?

You know as well as
I do, sir, expansion.

Now, if you'll excuse me?

I wish to pay you the
full amount, Mr Lovett.

I have changed my mind. I no
longer like the shade, the cut...

I won't be needing the dress.

You never wanted a garment
from me, did you, ma'am?

I am sorry if I
have caused you...

I do not wish to waste your
time. There. The full amount.

Men like me, you can buy
and sell at your pleasure.

You are paid in full.
What more can you want?

Do you truly have no
idea what this means?

Can you not even begin
to see? A man's pride...

My whole life... It
means nothing to you.

This is not about work.
It's not money. It is love.

It is what I am.

I will take your money,
Miss Glendenning.

But I will finish your order
because I said I would.

And then I can look
myself in the mirror

and know I am a man of my word.

Very well.

Gentlemen's Afternoon
was your idea, wasn't it?

Yes, sir. It was, sir.

And you know why it
wouldn't work, don't you?

I do now, sir.

And you have an idea how I
might remedy my reputation

with the ladies.

Your loyalty is to me,
not to Miss Audrey. Isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Then you must tell me.

The lingerie you brought from
Paris, the garments are so beautiful.

So... seductive.

But the ladies find it discomfiting
to be seen considering them.

If we were to make
it fun, entertaining.

Sir, what I thought was...

Ladies After Dark.

Ladies After Dark?

After the store is closed, it
would be by invitation only.

Exclusive. The ladies would
have the store to themselves.

We could decorate Ladieswear
for them. Yes, candles, low lamps.

So they can try on the lingerie.

Or have it modelled for them.
We might make quite an event of it.

Because what women
want is to be desired.

To be adored.

Ladies After Dark.

Denise, you are
my little champion.

Mr Moray's not in his office,
sir. He's not nowhere to be found.

He was here a while ago.
He must have gone out.

No matter. Please tell him I
called by and I will see him tonight.

Certainly, Miss Glendenning.

He was there, sir, but
he said he wasn't there.

Back to work, Arthur.

Usually when we advertise an event,
we do it with banners and trumpets.

Ladies After Dark will be
different. There will be no posters.

There will be no announcements.

We must conjure up the idea
that most of us are missing out

on something so seductive
that it can only be done in secret.

Miss Audrey, I'd like you
to draw up a list of ladies

we might present with
exclusive invitations.

Sir, I shall personally
see to it that

the personal invitations
are... indeed personal.

We must create a sense
of mystique and curiosity,

the whole occasion must be
shrouded in tantalising secrecy.

If this event is a success,
as it most surely will be,

it will become a
regular feature.

It's Clara, isn't it? I've
noticed you coming and going.

Suppose I, er, told you
that I might fall for you?

I look at a pretty
girl like you...

I just want my chance, you
see, to take a girl out dancing.

Don't you realise?
Isn't it obvious?

No girl in this store will
ever walk out with you.

I have a position here.
Partner. Moray's partner.

I have known him
since he were married.

I know things that mean I won't
be laughed at and humiliated.

Pauline.

If a man like Mr Moray, or
Mr Dudley were to court you,

you would not wish to
offend them, or spurn them.

They are gentlemen.
You are a barber.

No, no, I'm not a barber.
Not anymore. Look at this.

I'm wearing a suit.

Hey! Look will ya spurn
me still? Will ya? Will ya?

Let go of me. Look,
I'm not a barber!

Get off her! Leave her alone!

(HE GROANS)

It don't hurt that much,
sir. Only most of the time.

Moray, you asked me
to manage Burroughs,

you suggested it was
vital I keep him in check,

but in no time I was left powerless.
You gave all authority to Jonas.

When will you put a stop it?

Jonas, I want Burroughs
dismissed immediately.

Arthur. You can go now.

Mr Moray, sir, if I may?

I have the distinct impression that
Mr Burroughs would not take well

to being removed from
The Paradise so quickly.

What does it matter what he
feels? He is a danger to our business.

We have good cause.

What you say is true enough,

gentlemen, but if I may?

Let us suppose we
dispose of Burroughs.

He would most certainly
take his tale of ill-treatment

up and down the street.

Next time you wish to purchase
a property, Mr Moray, sir,

you would undoubtedly
face suspicion and resistance.

What do you suggest, Jonas?

If you could permit me a few days
with Burroughs, to work on him,

perhaps he might get to a place

where he concludes
of his own accord

that it is time
for him to depart.

Papa.

Yes. I'm afraid it's your Papa.
Moray isn't coming, Katherine.

You have toyed with him and now

it is his turn to toy with you.

Not at all. We had
no arrangements.

Moray will be busy
with his store, that is all.

I find it puzzling,

why you should pursue a man
who will have nothing to do with you.

I find it still more baffling
why I should let you.

Because you can't stop me.

Now you are toying with me.

Denise.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, sir,

I know I shouldn't be in the
store at this time, I'll go now.

Wait.

All the other girls have
gone out for the evening,

you're here, at work.

It isn't work, sir.

You are a curiosity, Denise.

What brought you here?

Since I was a girl, living in a
small town, it wasn't enough.

I always wanted... more.

It is a wonderful feeling, more.

I know it well.

I feel as though I
belong in The Paradise.

I feel as though I am part of
something, something so thrilling,

it's as though I can see the
world changing before my eyes,

and I can touch it, I
can... make it happen.

I shall have to keep
my eye on you, Denise,

or you'll be the one who
steals my throne from me.

Come on.

We must put Ladieswear
back in proper order,

or you will be in terrible trouble
with Miss Audrey in the morning.

All I said to him was "barber".

I thought he would strangle me.

His hands were on my
neck like strangler's hands.

But he is still here in
The Paradise, isn't he?

Why is that?

"I have known Moray since he's been
married." That's what he said to me.

"I know things that mean I
shan't be shifted from here."

What could he know?

Moray's wife, of course.

You're not going
to ask him, are you?

Clara, he might strangle again.

Burroughs doesn't frighten me.

All you have to do is smile
at him and he is a puppy dog.

Mr Jonas, sir.

There you go, sir.
Thank you, Arthur.

Clara.

Sir. I saw you'd
left your book here.

I was about to fetch it to you.

Thank you.

Sir. I came to The Paradise
after Mr Moray's wife died.

They talk of her
like she was a saint.

You know it is
forbidden to speak of her.

Allow me one question
only, sir. Please.

Was Helene as
tender-hearted as they say?

Peerless.

Inspiration came to me deep in
the night, Madam, as it so often does.

I suddenly thought to
myself, wouldn't it be wonderful

if the Ladies might consider
lingerie in a, shall we say,

mischievous atmosphere?

Only those who have invitations
know that they have invitations.

So we must ask you to
keep word of the gathering

shrouded in the deepest mystery.

Mr Burroughs, has Mr
Moray spoken to you?

Moray? Ah, no, no. What about?

He felt it more fitting
to invite you himself,

but he must be engaged
in urgent business.

Invite me? A party.

It is an occasion of a
rather private nature,

so best keep knowledge
of this to yourself.

Like, er, Ladies After Dark?

Like Ladies After Dark.

Mr Moray and some of his
friends, once a month or so they...

It is a private club, where
there is entertainment.

Girls?

We can travel in
the same carriage.

Mr Burroughs, sir, it is vital

that you tell no-one
where we are going tonight.

Mr Moray's reputation
depends upon it.

Meet me in the alleyway at 8.00.

8.00.

Splendid.

Well done, girls.

I'm sorry, sir, I don't
quite know how to say this.

You have my permission to
say whatever you wish, Denise.

Sir, the ladies will be here soon.
Gentlemen aren't allowed in here.

(HE CHORTLES)

Then I had best be on my way.

Good luck, ladies.

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

(LOUD GASPS)

If you should see anything
that appeals, ladies,

simply speak privately with
myself or one of the girls.

Confidentiality
is totally assured.

(THEY GASP)

Don't you wish Mr Moray could
be here to see your success?

You see it, Clara, perhaps
that's enough for me this time.

I'm not sure my husband
deserves such glamour,

but I do rather like the
thought of wearing it.

At least your
husband will notice.

Perhaps I will take the
silk, as well as the lace.

Denise.

Two days, sir. He
can't simply vanish.

We can't just leave
the counter unattended.

I'll put Williams on
Men's Grooming.

Mr Burroughs didn't
say nothing to no-one, sir.

About going nowhere. Did he say
something to you, Mr Dudley, sir?

Has Mr Moray fired him, sir?

Perhaps Bradley decided The
Paradise wasn't for him after all.

Threats?

Explicit threats, sir.

What sort of threats?

I would go as far as
to call it blackmail, sir.

Mr Burroughs insisted
on staying here or

he would cause great
harm to you personally.

Well, spit it out,
Jonas. What trouble?

He alluded to
living next door, sir.

He also alluded to
your wife's death.

Burroughs told me.
He heard screams.

He ran into The Paradise.

He saw you, sir, in
particular distress,

looking down at where
your wife lay and you said...

Why didn't you
tell me about this?

Since I'm responsible for us
letting Burroughs into the store,

I thought it might be
better if I rectify the problem.

Where is he?

I'd rather you did not
ask that, Mr Moray, sir.

Rest assured, Burroughs no
longer presents a danger to you.

What have you done, Jonas?

Only my duty, sir. My
loyalty to you is assured.

You may go now, Jonas.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Thank you, darling,
for coming so quickly.

From your note, I thought
perhaps you were ill.

I'm sorry, Moray.
I want to stop this.

Stop hurting people,
stop hurting you.

I just want to devote
myself to loving you.

Will you let me do that?

You imagine you can do to the rest
of us what you've done to Burroughs.

I saw him getting
into your carriage, sir,

on the night he vanished.

Young Arthur is afraid of Jonas.

The boy does not know
the meaning of what he saw.

Heavens! Mr Jonas.