All language subtitles for The Paradise S02E03 Episode 2.3.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

Oh, Mama! She's
almost as beautiful as you!

But see? She comes to
us only in her underclothes.

We must attend to her wardrobe.

Are we to take her
to Ladieswear, then?

What a splendid notion!

She deserves
nothing but the best.

And I am confident that
despite Miss Audrey's departure,

her department will remain
the jewel in the crown.

Do you not think, Denise?

Yes, Ma'am. I hope so.

You are quite the
anomaly, Clara.

You do not gasp and wonder
with the rest of your sex.

Oh, it would take more than
a toy to make me gasp, sir.

Was ever a child so adored?

Was ever a child so spoiled?

An entire wardrobe in miniature
ordered from Ladieswear?

What a farce!

You might want to
revise that opinion

if you're to apply for
Miss Audrey's post.

Seeing as Flora's
parents own the store.

Who said I was
applying for anything?

Walter. In the bays.
He was offering odds.

Six to one for you,
four to one on Denise.

They're betting on us?

I was scandalised when I heard.

Who cares about that?

What I want to know is,
what about the works outing?

We missed it last year when Mr
Moray was away, so it stands to reason

we're due a double
helping of pleasure this year.

How do you even do that?

It's like you were
born sweating smut.

I heard it was the
waxworks one year.

Oh, I'd die to see the waxworks!

They could put ten guinea
behind the bar of the Three Crowns

and I'd be happy.

As it so happens, I believe I
have a notion of Moray's plans.

Oh, the Music Hall!

Last year the staff had
to forego their outing.

This year, we shall
make it up to them.

If you're sure the Music
Hall is the right choice.

One week only, Dudley.
We'd be fools to miss it.

I mean, the tone does
tend towards the improper.

Dudley, the staff are daily served
food by a woman who cannot

put a pudding on a
plate without innuendo.

After life with Myrtle,
I doubt any of us

have sensibilities
left to offend.

You'd never have dared suggest
it if Miss Audrey was still with us!

But she's not,
Dudley! She's not.

Close early for a staff outing?

Out of the question!

With profits so low, I'm surprised
you even think to suggest it.

With respect,
profits are rising.

And the annual outing
is not a mere indulgence.

Every member of
our staff is an asset.

It has taken time and care
to train them, to teach them.

If they leave us,

we lose not just the colleague, but
the investment we've made in them.

We cannot compete with the wages
offered by industry so we must work

in other ways to make
ourselves the employer of choice.

"Must"?

Well, this is something
we've always...

Oh, God's blood, man!

You bandy about that
"we" as if you were royalty!

There is no "we". There
is only myself and my wife.

And you. Our employee.

And the Music Hall, Moray!
It is fearfully vulgar, you know.

How goes the search for a
new Head of Ladieswear?

Several applications have
already been submitted.

Must the process be so formal?

Can't we simply appoint one of
the girls already in the department?

Clara, for example.

Really, darling, we can't
simply promote every female

that catches your eye -the entire
store would be run by pert brunettes!

And one might imagine
that fingers so recently burnt

would still be smarting.

Besides, if anyone has
proved themselves deserving

of the advancement,
surely it is Denise?

As we have advertised the
post, we must follow protocol.

May I suggest the first
interviews at the end of the week?

By all means. Let due
process be observed.

And may the best man win.

Gentlemen.

I have the disquieting
sensation I'm caught up in a war,

the causes and objectives
of which, I can only guess at.

I believe, Dudley, that is the
definition of cannon fodder.

I'm sorry, Madam.

Only members of staff are
allowed to adjust the displays.

But if there's anything
I can help you with...?

Quick! Go after her!

See if she picks up an
application form from the office.

Clara... Oh, don't.

I know what you're going to say.

Better one of us, never mind
which, than someone like her?

Well, I'm afraid if it came
to a choice between you

and some crone with a
bad smell under her nose

and a mouth pursed up like
a cat's arse, I'd still pick her.

Because the truth is, I cannot bear
to have you chosen over me again.

And if you believe
you'd feel differently,

you don't even begin
to know yourself.

Denise? I've just
seen a jay in the street.

Flying towards the river.

I'll take my break
now, while it's quiet.

Since when did
Denise care for birds?

Oh, don't perjure yourself!

Was there ever anything
as insufferable as true love?

Denise...

Sometimes, I think that when
I am dead, this will be heaven.

Me, walking toward this bridge,
you standing here, waiting.

You have a maudlin cast
of mind. I've often noted it.

And what else have you noted?

That you have not yet submitted an
application for Head of Ladieswear.

I've not yet had time.

Don't.

There is trouble between
Katherine and her husband.

He favours Clara
for the position.

And because he favours
Clara, Katherine champions you.

You're both pawns in their game.

That is not a safe thing to be.

Will you be talking to Clara?
Will you tell her not to apply?

I do not love Clara!

Denise, you said so yourself,
we must tread carefully.

All of our efforts must go to
winning back The Paradise.

If Miss Audrey
had not left, if...

things might have
been different...

But now that she has, I cannot quiet
this hunger that has awoken in me.

I have such a passion, John!
I burn to take this position.

The thought that I must
stand aside, not even try...

Have you never longed for
something so desperately,

you could think of nothing else?

Yes! You.

Sweetheart, is it
really so hard to wait,

when in a year - maybe months
- The Paradise will be ours?

Not just Ladieswear -everything.

Call me that name again.
It will keep me steady.

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

You have come all the way from
Paris, so I must teach you English.

In that case, you
must improve your own.

The doll has not
come, but been brought.

Yes, Papa.

Where is Paris, Flora?

In France.

And where is France?

Across the sea.

Which sea?

The...

..Atlantic.

You confuse France with America.

Perhaps it's understandable
- all those revolutions.

Who discovered America?

- Christopher Columbus.
- When?

A long time ago.

Oh, yes. I should think it was.

A very long time ago.

A fearfully long time ago.

1066?

Well, heavens!

How can anyone be
expected to remember anything

when you look at them so?

I'm sure if your Papa had been
so fierce with me at the altar,

I should have
forgotten my own name.

Good night, my darling.

Good night, Mama.
Good night, Father.

Her ignorance is deplorable.

It is late. She is tired.

And you were so stern.

Is it your back?

Does it trouble you?

I could send the servants
away-wait upon you myself.

It is not my wounds
that gall me, Katherine.

Today in The Paradise, how
dare you speak to me as you did?

I? I have offended?

We had an agreement.

Lock horns with Moray if you must,
but you will not seek to crush him,

and you will not flaunt your
indiscretions for the world to see.

You imagine me your puppet?

Do you think I don't see how
you scheme and manoeuvre?

How your eyes never
leave one person?

I have told you -
he is nothing to me.

Oh, it is not Moray
your eyes follow.

It is Denise.

And it is not love that draws
you on, but something noxious.

You wish to punish her.

Why?

Because he chose her over you?

Oh, you watch her as
a cat watches a bird,

hoping that circumstance
will present you

with an opportunity to
pounce. And in the meantime,

you work for her advancement,

because the higher she is raised,
the further she will have to fall.

You are ridiculous!

Whatever your purpose in promoting
Denise's interests, I promise you,

if you ever again seek to
humiliate me before other men...

Oh, believe me, I make
no effort on that front.

You do the job so
thoroughly yourself.

I am sorry.

I am tired.

I've been thinking about Flora.

Her ignorance appals me.

I intend to engage a governess.

The attic will be
converted to a schoolroom.

An end to idleness
and indulgence.

To shopping and dolls.

No outing? No outing?

I believe that Mr Weston feels
that in the current climate...

Current climate be buggered!

How often does he think I
get to savour a treat like that?

One sole and solitary day a
year to take my place in the world

and enjoy my
leisure like a lady!

I have a tippet I was to wear!

What was it to have
to been, Mr Dudley?

Was it the Music Hall? Was it?

I cannot say.

Moray would have
took us to the Music Hall,

and that miserable
bugger has forbade him!

Oh, I swear I will
make him pay for this.

I will cut out his heart
and serve it up on a platter!

Remind me to start taking
my meals at the Three Crowns!

Denise, I've been thinking
about your application

- for Miss Audrey's job...
- Sam!

Now, it strikes me that the one
thing she had that you do not...

- Sam!
- ..is a motto.

Sam, I've decided not to apply.

Not to apply?

If anyone was born to fill
Miss Audrey's shoes, it is you!

You'll cause havoc
with Walter's odds.

He'll have to move
Myrtle from 500 to one,

to 499!

500! 500 to bloody one?

You know, I've been racking
me brains why you might choose

not to apply for
Head of Ladieswear.

And there's only one
thing I can think of.

Are you in trouble?

Because if you are, you have to
make him stand by you, Denise.

Hold him to his promises!
I'll talk to him if you can't do...

No! Clara. No. It's not that.

It's complicated,
but it's not that.

Well. I would ask, but you're
not going to say. Are you?

Look, I won't change
anything, you know.

If it's me that gets
the job. Not a thing.

But there's so much
more we could do here!

This could be a
department like no other.

A store no-one's
ever been to before.

Not even a shop any more,
it could be a... a fantasy.

This isn't life, Denise,
it's work, only work.

How did they take it?

Most of them -disappointed.
Myrtle - murderous.

Weston!

He punishes them through me.

No. He punishes
you through them.

He is a man who sees
where the tender places are

and lands the blow accordingly.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
Mr Moray, sir,

might I have a
moment of your time?

I will be in the office.

Denise.

Tell me again what it will be
like when The Paradise is ours!

Tell me again why
I must stand aside.

What's happened?

Clara is...

..my friend.

But to her, Head of
Ladieswear is only a job.

To me, it would be a chance
to grow, to breathe, to live!

It...

..will...

be...

..worth it.

We are playing
for bigger stakes.

We must set aside
lesser considerations.

Lesser considerations?

It's only one department.

Besides, perhaps this
advancement would not have been

in our interests.

If, as you believe, Katherine is
not as accepting of the situation,

of us, as she would pretend,
any failure on your part

would only give her
ammunition to use against us.

You imagine I would fail?

Everyone fails! That is how
we learn! By making mistakes.

Most of us do so privately.
You would not have that luxury.

You are too visible, too known.

Your association with
me is a public secret.

You would be scrutinised
and judged from the moment

you took on the role.

Failure, mistakes...

Do you even believe me capable
of filling Miss Audrey's shoes?

I think you are my little
champion, but this is a big step up.

Do not speak to
me as if I am a child!

Denise, we are receiving
applications not just from the city,

but beyond.

I've never known
competition as fierce!

Look, you know
that you astonish me,

that your ideas astonish me.

But being Head of Ladieswear
requires more than ideas.

You are bowing out of a fight
you may have lost anyway.

Is that really such a sacrifice?

It is to me!

I would like to
make an application

for the position of
Head of Ladieswear.

Denise! I thought you'd
changed your mind.

I've changed it back again.

As you know, we have, all week,

been taking applications for
the post vacated by Miss Audrey.

You should take it as a personal
compliment to yourselves that

so many talented but highly
experienced candidates

have applied to
join your number.

All submissions are now in

and we'll presently be
drawing up a short list.

Successful candidates will be
invited to The Paradise for interview.

Thank you.

Those two are going to
give themselves neck strain

not looking at each other.

Right then, lads, let's
be having your bets.

Walter!

You are running a book.

Odds are given on who will be
appointed Head of Ladieswear.

I should like to place a bet.

Ten shillings. On Myrtle.

Arthur. You're wondering why I
choose to throw away ten shillings.

Myrtle hasn't even
applied for the job.

The only reason Walter was
offering odds is because the thought

of her taking over from Miss
Audrey made everyone laugh so.

How do you suppose it feels to
be the joke that everyone gets?

What if there were
to be a gesture made?

Ten shillings that said
he considered Myrtle

the equal of
anything and anyone.

It would make her feel better.

But only if she heard about it.

So. How do we progress?

When all applications are read,
it is for each of you to put forward

the name or names of those
you feel merit an interview.

We have a short list of four.

If our business is concluded,
I should see to Flora.

How would you like me to
respond to the candidates

who have not been so fortunate
as to make the short list?

Thank them for their interest.

Tell them we'll be happy to
consider them for future positions.

Mr Franks.

Why is it that,
whenever I see you,

I have the impression
that you're watching me?

I have told you, I have
trained myself to know men.

To know when a man
is worth the following.

To also know when the
tide of history is changing

and inclining towards
a new favourite.

To find oneself of use -
of service -to such a man

would be a very great privilege.

Oh, Mama! Look!

Excuse me.

She looks lovely. You both do.

Oh, I am sorry, Mrs Weston.

Arthur.

Mrs Weston has taken faint. Please
deliver these to Clara and Denise.

Yes, sir.

Come. Take my arm.

Mrs Weston, I do
not wish to intrude

but I cannot see
you in such distress

and not ask if there is any
way in which I might help.

You are a father, are you not?

I have two children.

When I married
I did not expect...

Flora is...

My husband finds
her woefully ignorant.

And perhaps she is.

But I do not want her banished
to the schoolroom with lessons

and tutors and no love.

I do not want to lose her.

Well, I should not care for my
children to be raised in ignorance.

But why must it be
in a schoolroom?

Why can you not teach her?

You are an accomplished woman

and you have had the benefit
of travel to broaden your mind.

I am so shallow, I
remember almost none of it.

All the better.

You can teach Flora and
yourself at the same time.

I cannot see how our children
can be expected to acquire

a love of learning unless
we ourselves demonstrate it.

And do you follow
your own precept?

Every day I open the dictionary
at random and pick out a word

and commit it to memory.

Though I discount
medical terms and shrubs.

Such a thirst for knowledge.
You quite put me to shame.

One day, when we were young,
Moray used a word I did not understand.

I realised that if I did not try and
match his hunger for betterment,

then he would get so far ahead of
me I would never catch him again.

I did not want to lose him.

You need not feel
alone in your efforts.

If you would consider allowing
Flora out of your sight for a time,

then the business of The Paradise
can be an education in itself.

And I believe it is high time
I had a junior to assist me.

Sam!

You made the short list!

And Clara. And two others.

Including her with a
mouth like a cat's arse.

I see Myrtle's refinement
is rubbing off on all of us!

When are the
interviews? Tomorrow.

Sam, what did you mean

when you said the only thing Miss
Audrey had that I don't is a motto?

Not just Miss Audrey.

Every Head of Department in
this building has a signature saying.

With Miss Audrey it was, er,
things came to her in the night.

Mr Edwards in Glassware
is for ever declaring,

"A smudge on the crystal
is a slur on the department."

With Walter in the bays, it's...

"I can see what you're doing."
I can see what you're doing.

You cannot be
without one, Denise.

Now, I took the liberty of
setting down a few possibilities.

"Girls. Girls.
Girls. Girls. Girls."

I like the word. I like
the way you say it.

Perhaps more of a
personal treat, that one.

"When the day is
done, so are we."

In case of idleness.

"We have a saying in Peebles."

Ah, now, the
genius of that one is

you can use it on staff
and customers alike.

Well, since no-one has any
notion of what is said in Peebles,

you can append it
to whatever you like.

Your own thoughts, delivered
with all the authority of a proverb.

"We have a saying in Peebles."

Oh, Myrtle, is
that not something

the three of you could
arrange in private?

Sam has no notion of
this season's decollete.

There.

Congratulations, Denise!

Thank you, Arthur.

Though, er, Mr Jonas
shouldn't be pleased.

Haven't you heard?
Everyone's talking about it.

He put ten shillings
on Myrtle to get the job.

At 500-1.

That one?

- Dutch.
- This?

Spanish.

Over yonder?

Italian! Like the Spanish,
but with more 'I's.

Flora, you are a marvel.

In one morning you have managed
to identify every European language

and a few from further afield.

Now, the crates from Japan

are particularly precious
to us at this time.

Why do you suppose that is?

Japanese items are popular?

They are.

Is there a shortage?

We fear one. And
why might that be?

There has been a great disaster.

Their navy was sunk in a storm

and now they are unable to
deliver the goods they have made.

Well, that would have to
be a mighty storm indeed.

But you are right to
think in terms of disaster.

Only this one was man-made.

A war!

A war brewing. And war destroys
trade as well as lives. See?

Through logical deduction, you
have come to a grasp of world affairs.

Tired? Very well, then.

There are some people
I should like you to meet.

Four and a half
yards of finest cambric

at three and six makes
15 shillings and ninepence.

Add the grosgrain ribbon,
we'll call it an even 16.

- Which means the ribbon costs?
- Thruppence?

Ladies and gentlemen, my
new assistant, Miss Flora Weston.

How do you do it so fast?

Sam knows his times
tables like no-one else.

It's not easy.

The seven times table, for
example, is the very devil.

No sane person can learn it,

you have to keep it in
your head with tricks.

Nines, on the other hand...
Now, there's a pattern with nines.

- Bouton!
- Yes!

- Gant!
- Very good!

Parapluie.

Parapluie. Because
pluie is rain.

I have learned so many
things today, I don't know how

they will fit inside my head.

There's more room
in there than you think.

Some items may fall out, but
most'll find a place to lodge.

Miss Flora.

What does noxious mean?

Why, it's another
way of saying harmful.

I don't know what people have
been saying about Myrtle's cooking,

but I can assure you,
her cake is excellent.

Harmful? Why would
Mama wish to harm Denise?

Papa says that is why
Mama watches her all the time,

but I think he must be confused.

I think Mama watches her all
the time because she is so pretty.

The child overheard something.

She is a child.

She cannot be sure what
was meant, nor can we.

Whatever the meaning,
it is clear that Mrs Weston

bears some manner of
ill-will towards Denise,

and yet she advocates
her for Head of Ladieswear.

There is a paradox in
that which unnerves me.

I am no enemy to Mrs
Weston, but Denise is my friend.

I care for her and
now... I fear for her.

You think I don't?

I think you did not see her as I
did every day of your absence -

alone, exposed to
gossip and rumour

and the speculation
of scandalmongers,

without the man she loves,

unable to share the feelings
of her heart with anyone.

Stared at and pointed
at and whispered about.

And yet through it all,
she held her head up

and did her job with skill
and courtesy and grace,

even though there were days
when I could see the only thing

holding her together
was her own force of will.

I've never held anyone in higher
esteem. Not even you, Moray.

Denise is gallant and resourceful.
But she's not invulnerable.

You persuaded her once
to withdraw from the fray.

Could you not do so again?

I fear Denise is no longer
minded to listen to me.

Then you must make her.

I am disgracefully ignorant

and I simply cannot
tolerate it any longer.

I am determined
to educate myself.

Oh, I see there are
elections in France.

Do you take an interest
in politics Mademoiselle?

No? Then perhaps you
would care to know that

the Prince Of Wales
is shooting in Scotland

and the House Of Commons is
to debate the Japanese question.

Now, what do you suppose that is

and why do you suppose
they're debating it?

I expect it has something to do
with the war brewing in Japan.

And what do you know of
the impending war in Japan?

It disrupts trade, Papa.

I think perhaps that is why the
government wish to debate it.

And I thought you empty-headed.

Flora, it seems I misjudged you.

I have all manner of
things in my head now.

But Mr Dudley says
there is still room for more.

Mr Dudley.

I have had such a day, Papa!

I am so glad that we
belong to The Paradise.

We do not belong to The Paradise.
The Paradise belongs to us.

She means only that
she feels at home there.

My daughter, at home in a shop?

Flora. Run along to your room.

Martha will be wanting
to get you ready for bed.

Good night, Mama.

I thought I'd made
my feelings clear.

The Paradise is
not her playground.

But see how much she has learnt.

I will not have my daughter
smelling of that shop

as if she were the
spawn of some merchant!

Perhaps you were right.

A governess, tutors - it all
does seem rather unnecessary.

Perhaps I should simply
send her away to school.

I will not allow it! Do
you hear me? I will not!

You dare to dictate to me?

I warned you, Katherine,

do not presume on my gallantry
or the protection of your sex.

If you choose to
cross swords with me,

I will make you remember
you married a soldier.

- I will meet you head on.
- Yes?

And yet you bear your
scars on your back.

Get out. Get out!

Are you nervous about
your interviews tomorrow?

I would be if I were you.
I wouldn't sleep a wink.

Oh, let me guess.

You saw a nightingale on
the way to The Three Crowns?

Or was it a chaffinch
in Mr Moray's office?

I won't be long.

Well, if those two are on terms
again, I may as well give up.

And, just for once, I thought
I might be in with a chance.

Mr Moray wouldn't give Denise
the job just because he likes her.

- He's not like that.
- Arthur's right.

If he was such a fool for love

he would never have
built up The Paradise.

If he wasn't, he'd
have never lost it.

Denise.

Why did you wish to see me?

When I returned from
Paris, you told me that...

Katherine was
too calm, too kind.

That you feared her.

You were right to do
so. She means you harm.

If you win this role...

This role that you do not consider
me ready for or capable of?

If you are made Head Of Ladieswear,
you will be visible. Exposed.

And whatever Katherine's designs,
I will not be able to shield you.

You fear your plans
will suffer through me?

No, I fear you will suffer!

I had not realised
until Dudley told me

how my departure to France
left you vulnerable, unprotected.

I would not, for all the world,
have that happen again.

Denise, please...

let me keep you safe.
Please... withdraw.

When you were my age, you
were building The Paradise.

Yes, but you are not me.

- You are yourself.
- Your little champion.

- Yes!
- But not your equal?

You are different.

When I was your age I
was building The Paradise.

But not only because
I had the ideas,

because I'd gone out into the
world and begged and borrowed

and browbeaten my way into
the kind of financial backing

that turns ideas into reality.

That is not
something I see in you.

Because if I walked into a
bank seeking financial backing,

they would assume I'd come
to sell my services as a cleaner

or perhaps just to sell myself.

I do not even know that a woman
would be allowed through the doors.

It is different for me but
not because I am different

but because the
world treats me so.

Can you not see that?

I would not want you to become
another version of what I am.

Of who I am.

Oh, John...

..that is where we differ.

Denise.

He cannot see.

He cannot see that I
am like him in every way.

That the limits to what I
might achieve are not inside me

but outside.

I'm sorry.

It's late, you do not have
to listen to my tales of woe.

I would listen to whatever
you had to tell me.

I only wish that I could show
him what I'm truly capable of.

Set four chairs in the corridor
outside Mr Moray's office.

Mrs Weston. You are in
advance of the schedule.

Interviews aren't set
to commence until...

I wanted to see you first.

It is the most
unfortunate thing.

Flora's doll. It seems there
was a fault. In the manufacture.

I'm sorry to hear that, ma'am.
We will of course replace it.

If you could let me
have the defective item.

No!

It is gone. It is my fault.

I did not wish Flora to
see it and be... distressed.

I have told her we will replace
it with another the same,

just the same and it will
be as if nothing happened.

Mrs Weston, is something wrong?

Has something
happened to distress you?

Thank you for the
care you took with Flora.

I will not forget.

Sir, might I have a
moment of your time.

I've a devilish head
on me this morning.

Last night is
something of a fog.

I can't remember
what I was drinking,

other than too much.

Your health.

How can I be of help?

I was hoping it might
be the other way round.

That I may be of
assistance to you.

I wasn't aware I stood
in need of assistance.

No. Quite possibly you are not.

You must understand - The
Paradise is more than just a place.

It's a people, a tribe
whose leader is Moray.

They are weak, credulous,
loyal beyond measure.

They do not see that
Moray's time is past,

only that he was good
to them, their rightful king.

Every action against
him increases their loyalty.

It is possible, more than
possible, that in their ill-conceived

fidelity to the man, they might turn
on those they view as his usurpers.

They'd be turning on
themselves in the process.

I'd sack every man jack of them.

What would then
happen to The Paradise?

The goose that
lays the golden eggs.

I will not tolerate
insurrection.

I have told you, they
are simple, credulous.

All that is needed is for
them to transfer their loyalty.

All their murmurings
and mutterings at present

centre around the forbidden
outing to the Music Hall.

If you were to find a
way of restoring it...

In my experience, the rescinding
of an order is never anything

but an exhibition of weakness.

I believe there is another way.

You are this morning
conducting interviews

for the Head of
Ladieswear, are you not?

If a customer was desirous of a
gown you did not think suited her,

what would you say?

That would depend on
the price of the gown.

Before venturing an
opinion on the matter,

I would seek the advice of a
more experienced authority.

Sir, I believe there are some truths
a woman does not wish to hear.

I would tell her the truth.

I do not want her
custom only today,

but tomorrow and for
many years to come.

And for that, there must
be a trust between us.

At the heart of it, one must
have faith in one's own stock.

If you were given this advancement,
what would you change?

Whatever I was told to.

Heavens! Where to start?

I wouldn't change a thing.

If it was good enough for Miss
Audrey, it's good enough for me.

I would change, anything
I felt needed changing.

Would you care to
be more specific?

Why, no.

Because then you would have my
ideas and I might have no advancement.

You seem to set great store
by your ideas, Miss Lovett.

Not just by my ideas, but by
my ability to make them real.

Miss Lovett? One last question.

Let us say, that for
reasons of morale,

you wished to take the staff
on a trip to the Music Hall.

And let us say, that for reasons we
need not go into, you were denied.

What would you do?

If I could not take the staff
to the Music Hall, I believe

I would seek to bring
the Music Hall to them.

And if you were told that
the considerations preventing

attendance were in part
financial, that there was no budget

to pay for any performance,
what would you do?

We have a saying in Peebles -

"If the store doesnae
have it, make it yirsel'."

That's what I would do.

I would make a Night
at the Music Hall.

Oh, Denise! How did it go?

I said it, Sam! "We have
a saying in Peebles!"

I looked them straight
in the eye and just said it!

So, does that earn me a kiss?

Better than a kiss.
Drink after work.

Denise. There is someone who
would like a word with you privately.

Miss Lovett.

An impressive interview.

I was particularly struck by your
idea for the home-made Music Hall.

Tell me - if you were to
attempt such a thing in reality,

what would you need?

The Great Hall. After dark.

With as many lamps and
candles as we could find.

And, if the experience
was to truly replicate

a night at the Music Hall, there
would have to be refreshments.

That could be arranged. Who
would be your performers?

Us! The Paradise!

Very well. You are commissioned
to bring such an event into being.

Tonight. Shall we say,
an hour after closing?

It is an opportunity,
Denise. To prove yourself.

To show to all of them
what you're capable of.

I did not know that you
and Mr Weston were

so much in each
other's confidence.

And now you're wondering
what business it is I am about.

Well, I shall tell you.
I serve The Paradise.

You must shine, Denise.

You must persuade even the
most unlikely of your colleagues

to take part.

You must conjure
something from nothing.

Why do you look at me?

Mr Jonas -when was the
last time you danced a reel?

Erm, a man cannot
dance a reel alone.

A man with one arm is
no fit partner for anyone.

Well, I have two
arms and two feet,

although both the feet are left,

so perhaps, overall,
we'll equal each other out.

I can sing! Put me down.

Thank you, Susy! Have
a think about the song.

I've got it!

So a little birdie tells
me you have a talent!

Thank you.

Sam, I'm relying on you.

You have such a way about you.

You keep the customers
entertained for hours.

You were born to do this!
There's no need to flatter us.

You know I'd give you
the shirt off me back.

I don't want your shirt, Sam.

I only want your wit and your
love of making people laugh.

How about I throw a little
something extra in there as well.

Every time I seek
to influence events,

the effect seems to be the
perfect opposite of what I intended.

I wished her to withdraw,
to be less visible,

and she burns
brighter by the moment.

Perhaps there's
something in the air.

In teaching Flora, I hoped to
soften her father towards her.

I fear the reverse may be true.

Tom Weston is not the
kind of man who would love

the child for herself.

Only the reflected
glory she might bring.

Ten shillings!

I think and I think and still I
can't fathom the meaning of it.

I was on the road
for many months.

I met with no kindness
there. And much here.

It didn't come with a price tag.

Perhaps I know what it
is to feel judged. Known.

One's borders so
completely mapped that

all around imagine there is no
more to you than what is seen.

No inner self.

Well, ten shillings is
a considerable sum.

A woman might find her
self-respect again with that amount

riding on her back.

Though you might just as
well have bought me a drink.

A drink is something
you can buy for yourself.

There's a plum duff in
the stove if you've a mind.

You still have a
spare look about you

and if there's to be reeling
you'll need your energy.

Who said anything about a reel?

The walls have ears, Mr Jonas.

What I want to know is -
will there be a kilt worn?

I have a strange
partiality for a man in a kilt.

Denise, it is an open secret
that you are working to stage

a Music Hall, in The
Paradise after closing tonight.

- Yes, sir.
- And Mr Weston is to attend.

I believe so.

My impression is that he
regretted his decision to cancel

the outing, and wishes
to make reparation,

without losing face.

Denise, I wonder if you could
find space in the programme

for an act that would be both
entertaining and instructive.

Good evening, Mrs
Weston. Good evening.

Flora. Dudley.

Would it be OK to show
Miss Flora backstage?

Yes, of course.

Flora, would you
like to see backstage?

You look beautiful
and you sound lovely!

Sam, you ready?

He's nearly there! Come on,
Sam, just one last squeeze.

I'm in!

That better bloody
not be what I think it is.

Don't you know that
imitation is a form of flattery?

Welcome, ladies
and gentlemen. Ooh!

Hello, handsome!

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
are we ready for the show?

Yes!

I said, are we
ready for the show?

Yes!

Then I give you...

The Amazing Arthur!

Mr Weston, your hat,
if you wouldn't mind.

There you go.

The Mighty Waldo!

Early one morning

Just as the sun was rising,

I heard a young maid
singing in the valley below

Oh, don't deceive me

Oh, never leave me

How could you use
a poor maiden so?

I always were a
sentimental bugger.

That's good, Mr Jonas.

Bravo.

Now, ladies and gentleman.

Please pray silence for our final
act, and the highlight of our show.

The Infant Prodigy-
Miss Flora Weston!

What is she about?

Ladies and gentlemen,
ten questions only.

We only have time
for ten questions

so that will come on a first
come, first served basis.

So...

Yes?

I would like to know,
what is the capital of Peru?

Lima.

I would like to ask
the Infant Prodigy,

how do you say
"umbrella" in French?

Parapluie.

Can you name me
one chemical element?

Copper.

What is the largest
river in North America?

The Mississippi River.

Can you spell the
word chrysanthemum?

C-H-R-Y-S-A-N-T-H-E-M-U-M.

Can you tell me the
capital of Scotland?

Edinburgh.

Excuse me?

I should like to ask the
Infant Prodigy a question.

In what year did Christopher
Columbus discover America?

1492.

She is a credit to you.

Well done, Miss
Flora, go and sit down.

Thank you all for coming,
ladies and gentlemen.

Now we have two people to
thank for this evening. Mr Weston.

And Denise Lovett of Ladieswear!

Have it. Have the job.

But I'll tell you something
- you'll lose the man.

Denise. You have dazzled us all.

I only wanted to dazzle you.

I can't bear it when
we're apart. I can't bear it.

Go. Your public awaits.

Moray? I think we've found
our new Head Of Ladieswear.

Only be careful, Moray.

Denise shines so bright
she may yet outshine you.

I don't think even you could
have achieved what she did today.

I am Head of Ladieswear.

You need to step
into the role now.

That means making
decisions that others won't like.

Susy, please attend
to the young lady.

I will leave it with you while
I have a coffee with Moray.

You're just a spoiled little
nothing, that's what you are!

You are a child!

Susy, go down to the
Refectory right now.

I want Mama.

It was you who presided
over this humiliation of my child.

What do you propose
to do about this girl?

You wanted this position.
It is not all tea parties.

You must collect your
belongings... and go.