All language subtitles for The Paradise 2016 BBCS01E06 eng

Ooh, Denise is in love!

I fear we will all
fall in love, Sam.

It's not for me to say what
you see, sir, but I see pastry.

I see gravy.

Sam, these birds
have come a long way.

At great expense.

So we must treasure them.

What I thought was, we'll price
them so that we sell very few.

Moray, whenever I think I know
you, I find myself chasing shadows.

If they are too cheap they
will be as common as finches,

sold on every street corner.

The idea is, we draw customers
in simply to admire them.

What do you think?

I say these lovelies should have
their own counter, to begin with.

What a splash they will make.

The birds are to have
their own counter.

Do you think it
would be foolish of me

to ask to be the
lovebird assistant?

Not foolish, Denise. Marvellous.

When you have sold all of the
birds you can take on glassware,

then menswear, then underwear and
over-wear and in-wear and out-wear.

Pauline, has
something upset you?

Oh, perhaps.

Who was it who helped you

when you first arrived here
wearing your dirty shoes?

Now who is selling precious
birds and who is selling buttons?

You want to have the birds?

Then you ought to
speak to Mr Moray.

I would have to
speak to Mr Moray

but whenever I do that
my tongue gets tied.

Then you'll have to
content yourself with buttons.

Oh, you're right. I
will speak to him.

There he is now.

I must think what
I am to say first.

Does he look different to you?

I think he only appears
different in your eyes.

Perhaps now that
Katherine Glendenning

is no longer to marry him
you imagine you can catch him.

I could never
think such a thing.

Do you imagine you
can do to the rest of us

what you've done to Burroughs?

It'll take more than
money to root me out.

Yes, that is true.

We should place the
birds so they are visible

as soon as the customers are
walking through the door. Yes. Perhaps.

We could hang some
cages from the ceiling,

so they are looking down on us?

Moray, are you going to
tell me what is troubling you?

Is it Burroughs?

It is Katherine.

There is some kind
of reconciliation,

though I fear we play out the
same cat and mouse game.

Then I suggest
you put a stop to it.

You can, you know. Settle down.

Katherine had every opportunity
to accept Peter Adler's overtures.

But she didn't. I wonder why!
Moray, the woman loves you.

Let that be enough.
Let that be enough!

Sir. Mr Moray, sir.
The lovebirds, sir.

You like the birds, Pauline?

Sir, buttons is not fair.

Oh, you would like
the bird counter?

I think it is a rather
splendid idea. Moray?

Yes, yes. Why not?

Thank you, sir. I
will not let you down.

I will sell every bird and more.

If there is to be more.

There was a time
when birds flew freely.

Edmund, shall I tell you my miracle
cure for everything that ails you?

I'd like to hear it, yeah.

Cheer up!

I'm sorry about Peter.

It must have been rather
embarrassing for you.

Oh, to be the source of
gossip adds a certain...

lustre to one's
reputation, don't you think?

It was foolish of me.

I convinced myself you
would put up more of a fight.

How could I expect
to compete with a man

who established a
home for foundlings?

Moray, everything I have done
to show you that I love you...

..I see it now. It tells you
that I cannot be trusted.

I chase you, or I
run away from you.

Darling, if only I
could show you...

..I am constant.

If I had the chance
to prove to you...

I have spent most of
my life with no mother.

I know how to
take care of a man.

I will be your haven.

I promise you.

Could it be different
between us?

Is that what you want?

I long for peace,
to settle my soul...

Cheer up.

Arthur?

You are like the ghost
of a dog sometimes,

skulking in doorways
without a sound. Clara...

do you like Sam? Course I do.

Sam's his own fool, that's all.

Do you like Mr Moray? Arthur,
why are you asking such questions?

Do you like... Mr Jonas? It's
not so easy to like a shadow.

Look, I don't have time for prattle
when I could be enjoying a drink.

Papa, I will be fine by morning.

No, you won't.

I have watched
you getting worse.

Katherine, what are we
going to do about this?

I have tried with Peter.

Honestly, I tried my very best.

I know you did.

Papa...

..Moray is only shy of marriage

because of his need
to be true to Helene.

It is a kind of honour in him.

I love him for it.

And it is beyond bearing for me.

I don't know that I can love
any man after loving Moray.

He loves me, but...

..how long might it be
before he is ready to marry?

Perhaps it will be sooner
than you imagine, my darling.

No more tears. Sleep.

I want you to look your
best tomorrow morning.

Denise, are you
awake? I'm awake.

Oh, Pauline...

I'm awake. Now.

I can't sleep.

As soon as I close my
eyes I see lovebirds.

What if I don't sell any? I
might be back on buttons.

Or worse. Oh, I shan't
sleep all night long now.

But will you talk all
night long, Pauline?

I shall lie here until
dawn thinking of birds.

Clara, captain the
ship for half an hour.

Denise, accompany me, please.

What is it, Miss Audrey?
What have I done?

Sit.

Tell me.

What am I to tell
you, Miss Audrey?

I have supervised girls
since before you were born.

I know love when I see it.
It never fails to disturb me.

The girl is either floating on
a cloud of giddy pink delight,

sadly, those are usually the
ones who lose their position.

Or it comes as pain.

Who is he?

Ma'am, I promise, I am not...

I do not mean to be in love.

Oh, Lord. It is Mr Moray.

I truly do not wish to feel
this way, Miss Audrey.

And every day I
try to stop myself.

I tell myself it is hopeless.

I try to push away the feelings.

But they insist.

They will not be quieted.

Oh, Lord.

I want you to listen carefully,
child. You are doomed.

Feelings are only feelings.

Feelings pass if we
do not act on them.

If, however, you stray into that
treacherous world of divulgence...

I would never dream
of telling Mr Moray.

You would not be the
first girl who found herself

overcome by the moment.

Let me speak most simply.

Whilst he is your employer
you are free to be his pet,

his "little champion" and he
will foster your advancement.

One kiss and you will
be a woman to him.

You will be as Clara is,

permitted to remain
but never to advance.

Any form of favour towards
you would be tainted.

You have ambition.

I do not know what might become
of such ambition in a woman,

but I do know a
kiss will destroy it.

What should I do?

Devotion to a new cause.
The mission of denial.

Can you do that?

Do you suppose it would be wrong
for us to give them names, Pauline?

I have already named most
of them, sir. This one's Bertie,

and his mate's Sally. Mr Dudley, I
wonder if I might consult with you

about a rather delicate
matter? Yes, of course.

For the first time in all my years
here I wish I were a customer.

I would take Sally and
Bertie home with me.

If I could afford them.

Sam, might I practise
selling a bird to you?

I will try to
persuade you to buy

and you see if you are tempted
or not tempted. Right, go on then.

Right start at the door
and walk in, go on.

Well, these birds, sir, are
so pleasing that... to see them

every morning as you
wake up, so happy together,

so lovely with their hopping
about to delight each other.

These birds, sir, would make
any heart glad to face the day.

I'll take a pair. Really?

No.

What do you think
of Denise, Mr Dudley?

She's a fine girl.
Keen to learn. Fine.

What I mean is what do
you think of her... potential?

She'll do well.

Let me approach
this another way.

When I was young I considered
myself reasonably attractive.

You still shine, Miss
Audrey. Oh, thank you, sir.

Pauline has a pleasing quality,
Clara a seductive attraction.

But, Denise...

Is it my imagination

or does this girl posses
something in her which..?

There is a quality about
her. A kind of essence.

As I feared. As I
so gravely feared.

Denise? Yes, sir?

The lovebirds? Yes, sir?

It occurred to me we might
present goods for gentleman

on the ladies' counters, for example,
cuff links on the perfume counter.

And on men's grooming, we
might present some of those

hand-carved combs and
silver purses for the ladies?

Sir...

So that couples might shop
together. What do you think?

Why do you ask me, sir?

Well, because you
are my little champion.

We might decorate this store
in the theme of love. Love?

Perhaps on the stationery counter
we might display romantic cards and...

..scented paper.

What is it, Denise? Has
something upset you?

No, sir, I erm...

Only I had a falling out with one
of the girls, about the bird counter.

Ah, yes. Pauline. She
is rather keen to shine.

Mr Moray, sir?

Feathers.

Feathers? Yes, feathers.

They might be our
theme for Ladieswear,

since those delightful
little winged charmers

are attracting so
much attention.

Ah, yes. Feathers. Of course.

Thank you, Miss Audrey.

Denise, perhaps
you might help me

plan a resplendent display
of plumes? Come along.

Now, you throw this
into the first square.

This game was handed
down to me by my father

and came from his
father before him.

Now, you must land
it inside the square.

Single squares, one foot.
Double squares, two feet.

Off you go.

What is it, lad? When I were
a boy I jumped like Billy-o.

If you sold your shop
what would you do?

I'm not selling. Who
said I was selling?

No-one did. But if you
did, like Burroughs did...

I'm sot selling. Never selling.

Would you just leave? Never
come back? Like Burroughs?

Why would I do that? This
street is all I've ever known.

It's just I don't think
Burroughs wanted...

What's Burroughs to do
with a game of peevers?

Now, I've been told to cheer
up and that I will. Watch.

Will you be joining us on the
Sunday walk this week, Denise?

Best day there is
for a walk, a Sunday.

That's mostly because
we're at work every other day.

And it's a good way to
get rid of a sore head.

Not that I ever
have a sore head.

I sold a bird!

I said, "madam, these love-creatures
will bring you such happiness.

"More than happiness. Joy.

"Every day of your life,
madam." Mr Moray saw me.

"Every day will begin with
a picture of heavenly joy."

Pauline, you are a triumph.

Have you sold Sally? Tell me
you haven't sold Sally and Bertie.

Er, no, sir. Not Bertie nor Sally.
I said they weren't the best ones.

I only became aware of this
because he is a customer at the bank.

Conrad Jessop.

By Friday week he'll own the
lease on every property on the street.

My buying the barber-shop
has alerted him to my intentions,

so now I have to go to him if I wish
to expand further down the street?

It's worse than that, Moray.

I'm breaking every
principle of banking practice

by bringing this
knowledge to you.

Jessop intends to
buy up all the leases

on both sides of
Tollgate Street.

The Paradise?

He'll be your landlord. Once
Jessop owns the Fee Simple,

he's not going to sell a
single lease to you at any price.

He'll rent. On short terms.
You will be at his mercy.

The more successful you
are, the more he'll squeeze you.

As you grow, you'll
dread his very name.

I am thankful that you have
forewarned me, your Lordship.

Though I suspect you wished
to do more than give me notice.

I could purchase those leases.

Is that your purpose?

My business is banking.

I have no wish to take on a
property portfolio at my age.

Then I am left to deal
with Conrad Jessop.

Suppose I were to
increase your loan?

That way you might purchase
the Fee Simple yourself.

You'd be landlord
of the whole street.

When the leases on
the smaller shops expire,

you can refuse to renew them.

It would have to be a substantial
advance, your Lordship.

I see no other way to
overcome this... impasse.

And you would be
willing to do that?

For you.

New boots? For me, sir?

Why me, sir?

How old do you
think I am, Arthur?

I don't know, sir. 100?

Almost. I won't last
for ever though, son.

I see you. You're not a
counter-jumper like Sam.

You see things. Like I
do. Mr Moray will need you.

Do you think you can do
my job after I've gone, Arthur?

That would be a fine thing, sir.

I will tell you the
things that I notice

and you can tell me the
things that you notice.

Does that sound fair?

So what we have to
do, Arthur, is notice

when a person has
something on their mind.

Do you have
something on your mind?

Nothing, sir.

Hold your hand up, son.
Look at mine. Dead still.

A man with nothing to hide.

Show me your hand, son.

Do you have something
on your mind, Arthur?

Yes, sir.

You want to tell me what it is?

Let me help you...
is it Burroughs?

I saw him get into your carriage,
sir, on the night he vanished away.

Good lad. Now, it's not so wise to
spend your time with Edmund Lovett.

He's not Mr Moray's
best pal, is he?

I owe you an apology, Moray.

Well, I can't imagine why, sir.

I stood in your
way with Katherine.

From the beginning I have
signalled my uncertainty,

issued warnings, "If you
break her heart, I'll ruin you".

No wonder you
hesitate. I was wrong.

I wish now to offer you my
blessing, indeed, my encouragement,

to speak to Katherine.

Sir...

..why have you, er..?

You behaved quite
admirably, Moray.

It all makes sense to me now.

I slept well last night
for the first time in weeks.

Katherine is contrary,

but she clearly loves you and it
is time her father respected that.

Besides, you and I, Moray,
we're as good as partners now.

Once you've bought those
leases, you've nothing to fear.

You can rest at ease,

knowing that nothing can threaten
the existence of your business.

Gentlemen, I'll
detain you no longer.

What did he want?

He gave me his blessing...
to speak with Katherine.

That is no small thing, Moray.

If ever there was
a forbidding father.

To have Glendenning's favour...

surely you can see
what is right before you?

Every way you look at it,
Moray, it is what you must do.

Wake up, man!
Before it is too late.

Customers come through that
door and here you are, Pauline.

I mean what could be better?

The birds do look pretty,
but what I am learning is,

they're so clever. Sometimes I
think they are cleverer than me.

The birds look at me
now like they know me.

I've never seen you
looking so happy.

I shall be on this
counter until I marry.

I've heard tales of birds
sitting on men's heads.

Standing on their hands.
Wouldn't that be something?

If customers were to see me
standing here with a bird on my head...

I'd be careful, Pauline,

I wouldn't do that. I shall be the
main attraction of The Paradise.

I... I wouldn't be... Oh, no!

Oh, Sam!

Oh, no! Oh, Sam!

Oh, no! Don't worry, I'm
sure she's not gone far. Sally?!

She might come back
of her own accord.

Where's she gone?
I can't see her.

We'll get her back, don't
you worry. We'll get her back.

Oh, no.

I'm told those birds
can live up to 15 years.

It seems such a shame,
sir, to keep them in cages,

when I reckon
they'd roast up a treat.

You have new boots, Arthur.

From Mr Jonas, sir.
That is most kind of him.

He is teaching me
to be like him, sir.

He must think a lot of you.
Yes, sir. I suppose so, sir.

Only, I've never known Mr
Jonas favour anyone before.

Why would he favour
you? I don't know, sir.

You look so afraid. What
is there to be scared of?

What has Mr Jonas said to you?

Can I go now, sir?

Arthur.

You can come to me at any time.

You can tell me what it is you
are afraid of. You're safe with me.

Will I have to tell Mr Moray and
Mr Dudley what has happened?

You cannot admit anything. They
will have no choice but to dismiss you.

That bird is worth five
guineas. What else is there?

We have to get the bird back.

It has vanished. It can fly. It
might be miles away by now.

It will be somewhere.
It has to be found.

But they will see that it is
gone. We'll cover up the fact

that it is lost
until we find it.

There will not be a
day, not one single day,

when you regret this,
darling. I will not permit it.

I will spoil you with love.

Dudley, I have some news.

You can claim all of the credit.

What are you doing
here at this time of night?

I have been waiting
to speak with you.

What is it that's troubling you?
Young Arthur. He's afraid of Jonas.

Is that it? We are
all afraid of Jonas.

He wears an air of
menace like a shroud.

It is all part of his success. It's
what makes him so useful to us.

He bought the lad some
boots. Why does that disturb me?

It seems to signify something
to me, and I can't quite grasp it.

Hmm. It is best to
leave Jonas to me.

You two always manage
to grate at one another.

Are you suggesting it is my
personal sensitivity to the man?

Speak to Arthur yourself. See
his fear with your own eyes.

I will speak with Jonas.
Go home. You have a family.

I will deal with Jonas tonight.

What was your news?

Arthur saw Burroughs
getting into a carriage with me

on the night that he vanished.

None of this was of your
making, Mr Moray. It was his.

Burroughs. He was intent
on ruining you. To tell his tale.

How he came into the
store, Sunday morning.

How he found you standing
over your wife's body.

She fell, by accident.

And what he heard you say.

What have I done?

Any man might say such a thing.

Helene fell.

I did not kill her.

She... she fell.
I know that, sir.

But your innocence would not protect
you from Burroughs' accusations.

If you gave him what he demanded,
he would have wanted more,

he would have gone on,
hounded you with slanders,

threats to ruin your reputation,
destroy all that you have created.

Why should this man be permitted
to feed on suspicion and gossip?

I know what they
whisper about me.

What if I deserve the
things they say? No, sir.

Why was he permitted to
dishonour your wife's memory?

I am a fool to think
that I could live again,

to believe that I could settle.

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

He has made a friend of Edmund
Lovett, but he will say nothing.

This business will pass, sir.

Is the world on fire?

Mr Lovett. What right have you to
hammer on my door before dawn?

The chalk writings on the
ground, outside of The Paradise.

What writing on the ground?
What are you talking about?

When Mr Moray comes down he will
see what you have scrawled on the ground

and this time I am sure
he will fetch the constable.

You cannot make such a charge.
Fetch the constable. Fetch him.

Who saw me do this, eh?
No-one. I've done nothing.

What are you doing? You
have no right. This is my shop.

What will your
niece think of this?

What sort of madness
is this? This is my shop.

You will leave now.

You cannot even provide work
for her. The whole street knows it.

Denise knows it. Now
you bring shame on her.

I'm so sorry. I
don't know why I...

I'm sorry.

You are a dangerous
man, Mr Lovett.

Heavens, Mr Jonas!
What has happened to you?

I am sorry to come to your door.

Will you assist me, Miss Audrey?

Who did this to you?

Edmund Lovett.

Why would Edmund... why
would Mr Lovett do such a thing?

Miss Audrey, may I take
you into my confidence?

You and Edmund
Lovett were close once?

That was a long time ago.

Since his niece came here he
has been a man crazed with anger.

A man who can lose all
restraint. I fear for his sanity.

Do you see my point, Audrey?
What might he become capable of?

Will you speak with him?

Can you... counsel him,
how can I express it?

Encourage him to remove
himself from the street?

For his own sake.

Why does he not bring
the constable? I'm ruined.

No more than a criminal.

Why would you do such a thing?

He accused me of scrawling
slanders on the ground.

Oh, Uncle, I feared something
like this might happen.

But that is not why you
took your fist to him, is it?

He said it was shameful... I could
not provide work for my own niece.

I... I could speak to Mr
Moray. Plead on your behalf?

No. Not that. Never that!

Oh, Edmund...

I will call on you this evening.

Come along, Denise,
we must get back.

Why does he not
bring the constable?

Yes?

Mr Jonas, sir, I would
like to apologise.

My uncle has been
anxious just lately.

But he promises me it was not him
who made those marks on the ground.

Any man would deny it.

I believe my uncle, sir.

No man, not your uncle,

nor any man shall cast a
shadow on that lady's grave.

You told me when
I first came here,

that it was forbidden even
to speak of Mrs Moray.

Sir, why is Mr Moray's
grief so tender?

I came to this city having
given up hope in other cities.

I heard there might be
work here, at The Paradise.

I came to the tradesmen's
entrance and they turned me away.

A man with only one arm is not
considered much use to anyone.

Then, by chance, I met
Mrs Moray on the street.

Wherever I called I was met
with questions. Who are you?

Where are you from?
Why are you here?

All leading to one question,
how did you lose your arm?

Helene asked me nothing.

She saw my need and took pity.

Yet there was
no pity in her face.

She asked me to help
her with some parcels.

She asked me to help her...

..and the rest of the
day is a fog to me.

She persuaded Mr
Moray to give me work.

I was given a uniform
and some rooms.

I barely saw her after that.

Three weeks later she was dead.

Oh. Mr Jonas,
sir, I am so sorry.

I can understand why you
would take offence at anyone...

Any man who stands against
the memory of that woman,

stands against me.

Mr Dudley, sir, the blue satin
we brought in two weeks ago,

it's not selling. I
think it's over-priced.

Will you take a
look at it for me, sir?

Just a minute, Sam.

Have you had an accident, Jonas?

It is rather unsightly, sir.

I will make my presence scarce
so as not to disturb our customers.

How did you do such a thing?

Your concern is appreciated, sir.
It will be well again soon enough.

Did you fall?

As you know, sir, I never take a
drink. Jonas, I am your manager.

I am asking you
how this came about.

I am here, sir, on
the floor, fit for work.

Why do you refuse to
respect my authority?

If I may? I do not doubt
your authority, Mr Dudley.

Customers approach us, sir.

I will remove myself,
as I promised I would.

You will tell me,
do you understand?

You will tell me what
the cause of this is.

I was attacked,
by Edmund Lovett.

Yes... yes!

Mr Moray, sir, I would
like to explain my uncle...

Mr Moray?

Sir, what is it?

I try to live in a world
without feeling, Denise.

I wish to feel...

nothing.

Please do not punish
yourself this way.

I have spent three
years refusing love...

Until I find that all I
can do is... pretend.

What have I done?

Please, Mr Moray.

Will you call me John?

I long to be called by my name.

John...

I love you, John.

I cannot help myself. I
promised myself I'd never tell you.

But I love you.

I love you so that I cannot
sleep and I cannot think

and I cannot remember
my own name half the time.

Mr Moray, sir, Mr Jonas
has been attacked, sir.

Attacked? Sir, Mr Dudley
is shouting at Mr Jonas.

Please, sir, you ought to come.

Girls, ask yourselves, is every
corner of Ladieswear sumptuous?

And if not, then ask yourselves,
why is it not sumptuous?

Yes, Miss Audrey.

Clara, captain the
ship for a short while.

Girl, you will contain yourself!

Edmund Lovett is as placid
a man as I have ever known.

He has been railing
against us for months.

Moray, ask yourself, what was Jonas
doing in Lovett's shop at that hour?

Why do you have this
blind spot for this man?

Jonas is beyond himself.
Something is wrong,

and I intend to
find out what it is.

Darling, have you
told Dudley our news?

Katherine, this is
not the moment.

Good morning, Miss Glendenning.
We are hoping to announce it today.

Then let me be the
first to congratulate you.

Thank you. Katherine, please,
might I have a moment with Dudley?

Nonsense. If you will excuse me.

Your happiness is far more
important than the business of the store.

All is not lost, I am sure of it.
Clara has erred and remained.

You must as quickly as possible

show Mr Moray that you
respect him as your employer.

Make clear to him that
you know your place.

Miss Audrey, I believe
that John feels as I do.

John? Who is John?

Mr Moray.

He looked at me in such a way...

I would never have imagined
that such self-deception might

come from you.

You are a shop girl.

I know what I saw...
please believe me?

Oh, child, I believe that
you saw it. Love. Devotion.

A magical union beyond description.
But that does not mean it was there.

This is the moment
which will decide your life.

You can turn back now
and do as I have suggested.

Or you can go on, along a path

that can only bring
suffering and heartbreak.

It is for you to decide.

Arthur, where is Mr Jonas?

He's nowhere to be found, sir. I
have looked and I have looked again.

Perhaps, Moray, if
you will permit me

to take this opportunity to
share your wonderful news?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I
can have your attention, please?

Mr Moray and Miss Glendenning
will today announce their engagement

to be married. I am sure you
will all join me in wishing them

as much happiness
as they can bear.

Miss Glendenning, let me
be the first to congratulate you.

Thank you, Miss Audrey.

Sir...

..I've no right to
ask you this, sir.

One night of holding you, I know
it does not give me liberty to dare.

But do you love her? Clara...

Forgive me, sir, but as
you stood beside her today,

I looked for it, I believe I
wanted to see your happiness,

but I couldn't find it. Now
if you tell me I am wrong...

What you say is true, Clara, you
have no right to ask such a thing.

Denise, don't you want
to wish Mr Moray well?

This is the happiest
day of his life.

He told me so himself.
Isn't that right, sir?

I am very glad
for you, Mr Moray.

Mr Moray, sir, what are you doing
in Ladieswear on a day like today?

I'm sure you have plans to
make, celebrations to attend to.

Today is not a day
for small matters.

You must go and be with
your betrothed! Go, please, go!

Come in.

How are we to put
an end to this, Clara?

Mr Moray told you?

You know I don't want to
lose you from The Paradise,

and I believe you
wish to remain.

Do you imagine I want to
trick him into marrying me,

or some foolish fancy like that?

You fell pregnant once.

Huh...

Well, it's true what they say...

there are no secrets
in The Paradise.

Can you see, Clara, I am only
trying to find what is best for you?

Well, if I'd had
a father like you

perhaps I wouldn't be
the woman I am today.

Moray does not love
you. He will never...

I know. I know.

Then you will cease
from pursuing him.

I hope I am absolutely
clear to you. No more.

Whatever happens, Clara, if you
wish to keep your position here,

you will restrain yourself and
you will not seek out Mr Moray.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

You were the gentlest
man I ever knew.

Too gentle for you own good.
People took advantage of you.

I often wonder if I took
advantage of you. Never.

Are you drinking, Edmund?

What a thing to say. Why
would you say such a thing?

To do that to a man,
something is wrong.

Do you see? Yes, something
is wrong. The Paradise is wrong.

It is Moray that is wrong.

Look down the street, across the
city. Who else behaves as you do?

Well, what am I to do? Lie
down? Submit? Retreat?

Yes. Now. Now is the
time for you to accept.

Before you destroy yourself.

Did he send you? Did Moray
get you to persuade me?

No. Mr Moray did not send me.

You frighten me, Edmund.

I've learned my lesson.
I will contain myself.

I will not let myself
get too easily riled.

I know I'm defeated.

That's what makes
it so unbearable.

I would sell but there would
be no-one to buy but Moray.

I cannot do that.

Mr Moray is only a
monster in your imagination.

Edmund, can you picture yourself
set free from this daily battle?

If you continue, it will get worse.
That is the only way it can go.

You are doing this to
yourself, not Mr Moray.

Let it go, Edmund. Let it go.

I have decided, Mr Dudley, that
I cannot remain at The Paradise.

But it may be determined, Denise,
that this unfortunate business

was not of your uncle's making.

Your kindness is
appreciated, Mr Dudley,

but, there will be other
instances, I feel sure of it.

The situation is too
fraught with difficulties.

If I were to speak
to your uncle?

Sir, if I were to stay, every
day I would be wondering

when this situation
might inflame again.

I am sorry to leave. Truly.

But you said yourself your
uncle's shop could not support you.

We'll find a way to survive.

But you're part of The
Paradise now, Denise.

I'll still see you. I will
just be across the street.

I promise.

It makes no sense to leave because
of something your uncle's done.

Clara, can we be friends now?

Please. It would
mean so much to me.

It was you that said that it is
the chance of where you are born

that gives you a bond. Can
that be our kinship? Shop girls.

I so dearly want
to be your friend.

I suppose there will be a
position in Ladieswear now.

Denise? What are you doing?

Denise?

We are together now,
Uncle. Family. As you wished.

As I wish, too.

No, Sam.

Pauline, have you sold Sally?

Pauline, answer the question.

Not sold, sir.

Then where is she?
Gone, sir. Flown away.

I opened the cage to stand her
on my hand and the door was open

and she flew away.

It took courage to admit
that. Let's see what we can do.

Am I not dismissed, sir? I spoke
to a man up at the Old Moor,

he knows all there is to know about
birds. I think we can get her back.

It's my doing, isn't it?

I am the reason you left, the
reason you have no job, no money?

Uncle, I don't suppose
you will understand,

but I promise you it is not so.
I left The Paradise because...

Because it pained
me to remain there.

If Bertie is pining,
Sally will be too.

Sally! Sally!

Best not to call out,
Pauline. You'll frighten her.

What do we do now then?

We wait.

It will be all right, Uncle.
We will make a living.

It is not so easy now.

We will find ways to be
different from The Paradise.

Look.

Stay quiet now, let's
wait for her to come down.

I've noticed one or
two men... some men...

there's a fashion for men to
wear neckties instead of cravats.

I wonder...

You want me to make
neckties? I'm a dressmaker.

How many dresses have you
sold this week? This month?

You are the finest dressmaker
in this city, as far as I can see.

But we need to earn a living.

People will be more willing to
part with a small amount of money,

what they might have in their
pockets. What they can afford

when the impulse takes them.

Neckties.

Well, I will make as splendid a
job of making them as any man.

We could display them out
on a table outside of the shop.

What, on the street? Isn't that
no better than a market stall?

Perhaps. But it will
put food in our bellies

and we might earn enough
to paint the front of the shop

if we work at it. We
could make pillow cases...

Pillow cases?!

Embroidered.

Uncle, will you trust me to steer
things along for a little while?

I will.

Mr Dudley, I would like to
go back to haberdashery.

But, you love the birds.

Buttons don't fly away.
Birds are a passing fancy.

Ribbons and notions, they'll keep
us in business for years to come.

She insisted. She would
brook no reason nor imploring.

Thank you, Dudley.

Are we to take
on a new girl, sir?

Yes. Of course.

I have a boxful of applications.

Perhaps we might
wait a day or so.

As you wish, sir.

Jonas, if I might
speak with you, please.

You did this, didn't you? You
caused Edmund Lovett to attack you!

You said yourself you were
fearful of what he might do

to lash out at you. I did
not ask you to do this.

You did not need to ask, sir.

How dare you! You cannot do
this to me, do you understand?

What makes you think you
can take another man's life?

My duty, sir, is to protect you. It is
what Helene would have wanted.

She is not here to
be your guardian, sir.

So now it is my obligation
to repay that good lady.

No more, do you hear me?

This has to stop.

It's not fair. It's not right.
Denise was so good at her job.

Girls leave here all the time,
for their different reasons.

I said I would help her, I
said it would all be all right.

How can you make it all right?
What business is it of yours, Sam?

Because I want to be a friend
to her. We are all a friend to her.

She is gone and that's that.

I tried to persuade her to stay.

I am sure you did your
very best, Mr Dudley.

We'll miss her.

We will.

Neckties?

Yes, sir.

What a good idea, Denise.

Thank you.

I don't know many
men who wear neckties.

In fact, I am the only man I
am aware of who prefers them.

I have seen... some
men wearing them.

Oh, well, I am
sure it will catch on.

May I buy one? Of course.

You did not have
to leave, Denise.

I did not wish to remain.

Will you come back to me?

No, sir. Not now.

Suppose I were to implore you?

Why would you do that?

Because you are
my little champion.

You let me make
a fool of myself.

You let me kiss you when
you are engaged to be married.

You let me say those things.

I had my reasons. I had
my reasons for Katherine.

It all happened so... suddenly.

I cannot find the way
to undo this, Denise.

When you kissed me...

You are to marry
Katherine Glendenning

and that is all that matters.

Yes.

And I am sorry.
That matters too.

Edmund.

I wish to offer my apologies,
for the incident with Jonas.

What sort of trick is this?
You apologising to me?

He had no call coming into
your store at such an hour.

He had no call forcing an
argument with you. I'm sorry.

Well, I am the one to be sorry.

I am the man
who raised his fist.

I'm grateful there is no
charge brought against me.

If it is success here that you
want, then I shall give it to you.

Tollgate Street Traders.
Competitively priced,

tradition and quality. I think
I could sell you anything.

Midnight Ink. The perfect
cloth, for my wedding dress.

I have an idea. There is a
fabric called Midnight Ink.

She is selling my wedding dress.

Stop this! You cannot
have everything your way.