All language subtitles for The Paradise 2012 BBC S01E07 eng

Where are you young ladies off
to? Wedding shopping. Katherine...

It is just to be a quiet affair.

Nothing too ostentatious. Don't
worry, Papa. Enjoy yourself.

I think you've chosen very well.
Thank you for your custom, madam.

Good day.

Psst! Psst!

Here!

Mr Chisholm? Lovett? Inside, sir.
With a customer. Business is brisk.

There's been a small upturn.
Sufficient to justify an employee. A girl.

Would that I knew his secret.
There's no secret, Mr Chisholm.

We're selling neckties.

You're free to look. Neckties? I see
he did not hire you for your brains.

What good are neckties
to me? I'm a milliner.

A milliner, girl. An artist,
trained in the Quartier Sentier.

And now there's the ignominy of
seeing my customers desert me

for the cheap thrill
of a glued felt hat or

a machine-stitched
bonnet across the street.

You shall not find me
peddling knick-knacks.

It is simply a case of seeking
custom rather than waiting for it.

Not blaming The Paradise,

but using it as a reliable
source of passing trade.

Which, with a little thought,
might benefit all of us.

Lovett said this? Denise?
We have customers.

There's no time
for talking to him.

It's not the same, is it, without
her? It definitely feels lonely.

You know, strange. Can
you stop harking on about it?

It's all I've had for a week
now. Even the room feels colder.

I could have sworn this morning
there was more of a chill about the bed.

Denise this, Denise that. Like
she was Saint Miss Perfect.

She was no saint, believe
me. Even the counter.

What's wrong with the
counter? It's too quiet.

Denise used to drum her fingers
on it just a touch. Come on, Clara.

It's poetic. The pining of a
true friend for her companion.

Seeing her absence in everything
- a counter, a cold breeze,

a chamber pot.

You see. If Denise had been here,
she'd have stood up for me. Oh, Lord.

Heaven above! Denise used to make
me feel positive about any situation.

If it's positive you want, you
see laughing boy over there?

With Denise out of the way,
he's all yours for the taking.

Darling little glasses. We shall
need a dozen at least. No, two.

And the same with
the champagne flutes.

Look. The butter dishes are
beautifully engraved. How adorable!

I shall take four and
these darling butter knives.

Katherine? Don't look.

There are surprises here that
you in particular should not see.

Everything we shall need
for our wedding breakfast.

Really? I shall need an
assistant. It's an awfully long list.

Where is that girl, the clever
one? Denise. She has left the store.

No scandal, I trust? No.

She's gone to work for
her uncle across the street.

Emily, you have met my
fiance? Lady Fortescue.

He is in no way to be trusted.

Moray cannot bear to
have things kept from him.

We must have these
wrapped immediately.

Might I speak with you?

Throughout our courtship,
you barely purchased

so much as a
hatpin from my store.

Now this? With your friends
accompanying? What new game is this?

Moray, why do you always
assume that everything

I do has some kind
of ulterior motive?

In the past, The Paradise has
been all about you. Now it is about us.

You and me.

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

You, girl. What is your name?
Pauline, ma'am. Follow me. Yes, ma'am.

Uncle? I've had an idea. Another
one? I'm still adjusting to the first.

We have to keep moving
forward, keep evolving.

We can't afford to stand still.

Uncle, look at this street.

Not as pretty as it used to be. Milliner,
dressmaker, shoemaker, canemaker.

They've all felt the heat.

Bear the scars.

If we can co-operate, we can offer
our customers something unique.

Hat, dress, shoes,
umbrella - a complete outfit.

Co-operate? You
mean work together?

Why not? Denise,
we're small businessmen.

Independence, self-reliance
are at the core of our being.

Too much change, too fast.

Mr Chisholm approached
me this morning.

There's another reason. What
man would voluntarily work with him?

It's already done. You've
invited them to a meeting. What?

A meeting. They're joining us this
afternoon. I've written it all down.

Your speech.

I've told them
this is your idea.

Uncle, you said it yourself,
change is hard for them

and it would be harder
still coming from a woman.

You've trusted me this far,
and I've not let you down.

Please?

What do you think of this?

It's very nice, Miss
Glendenning. Very.

They say a perfume only comes
to life when worn on this skin.

The warmth of the human
body gives it its heartbeat.

It reminds me of something...

warm. Apple pie.

Yes, maybe. Or a baby's
head when they've bathed.

Otherwise, with the
nursing, they reek.

I'm one of 11. You never forget
the smell. Wet wool and cheesy milk.

Oh, sorry.

I'm sensitive. That's one of
the reasons I'm stuck on buttons.

How long have you worked here?
Ages. And you like working for Mr Moray?

Oh, yes. Very much.

For a successful man, he's a
kind man and he loves this place.

The only thing he
loves more is his wife.

I mean his ex-wife... Dead wife.

That's the other reason
I'm stuck on buttons.

Sometimes it's hard to
think as fast as I speak.

You'll make a very good Mrs Moray.
An even better Mrs Moray, no doubt.

If only I had a ounce of
your charm and elegance.

No wonder he fell for you.

But you have a wealth of
elegance and charm, my dear.

And with your ability to flatter, I'm
sure you could turn any boy's head.

We have much in common.

We are all purveyors of
quality, master craftsmen.

We all trade on the same street.

Together, we would have
dressed the customer from top to toe

before they'd even
set foot in The Paradise

if we put our minds to it.

They can do that now, but I can
hardly see them beating down the doors.

That's a fair point.
More ale, Mr Chisholm?

I would rather wine.

There will be turnover.

Inventives... Incentives.
Every customer will...

I'm sorry. I cannot do this.

I cannot sell what
I do not believe in.

It's not me. If it isn't you,
Edmund, why did you bring us here?

He did not. It was me.

I've wasted quite
enough time. Gentlemen.

The customers will
be given an incentive.

A discount. 10% of the
sum total of all purchases.

We will advertise, decorate, make
the shop fronts more attractive.

At whose cost?

I do wish women were
as good at making money

as they are at spending it.

All expenses will be recouped
through increased sales.

Something I
believe you all lack.

Gentlemen, ask
yourselves honestly -

what poses the greater risk?

A small sum invested
to attract custom

or continuing on
the current path

of certain decline and
eventual bankruptcy?

Tollgate Street Traders
- competitively priced,

tradition and quality.

Not bad.

Although I fear that in the
haze of girlish enthusiasm,

you've missed the point.

We are here to provide an
alternative to The Paradise,

not to become a
department store in miniature.

That is not what I meant.

Regardless, you shall
not convince anyone

to invest in scheme your
own uncle doesn't believe in.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

Good day.

May I offer you some
assistance, ma'am?

Yes. It is heavier
than I had imagined.

I hope to freshen
Moray's office a little.

This painting of his
wife is very dear to him.

Tell me your name.

Jonas Franks.

Well, Jonas, I must remind
you to whom you are speaking.

I am soon to become Mrs Moray.

May I offer you my most
sincere congratulations, ma'am?

Still, for now, Miss Glendenning,
I do not think that is a wise move.

You realise there are 10, 20
men on that street right now

more willing and more
able to do this job than you?

Value your position here and you
shall alter the way you speak to me.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Madam, neckties?

Sir, very nice neckties.

Jonas Franks - why on earth
do you employ such a character?

Maria has the final say on all staffing,
Miss Glendenning. Katherine, please.

But you are the manager. He cannot
be good for business. He scares me.

He must surely
scare the customers.

Mr Moray, sir.

I have something unfortunate
to report of a personal nature.

What is it, Jonas? It is
regarding Miss Glendenning, sir.

I found her in your office trying
to move the portrait of Helene.

Rest assured, sir, I dealt
with the matter as swiftly

and as firmly as I felt able.

I do not know which
is more worrying -

your determination to overstep
the line or your inability to see it?

Can you not understand that there are
things that are private between people?

If that is too much for you, then
you should stay out of my way.

Thank you. Sir.

Katherine, you must
be quite exhausted.

In one day, you've managed
to turn my store upside down.

Don't drop 'em.

Uncle? I... had a word.

Told them the truth,

that if anybody can breathe life
back into this street, it's you, Denise.

And despite our differences,
we're willing to give it a go.

As you say, it's do or die.

Nothing to be gained by
standing still in business.

Papa, you must try smiling. I have
read it is good for the circulation.

The rest will be delivered
to Belville Hall this evening.

There's more?!

It is that girl.

Really, Moray, you
should fight to get her back.

The one you gave me
today was no replacement.

Poor service will not do

now we are to cater for
customers of a higher class.

My daughter does not care
to do anything by halves.

Believe me, Moray, to
ensure her happiness

will require a husband's
undivided attention.

The mannequin will be placed
outside beside your stalls,

each wearing a
different ensemble.

Outside? You wish to
place my hats on the street,

expose them to the elements?

I believe that's what happens
when they're worn on the head.

And there is always one of
Mr Jackson's fine umbrellas

to be worked imaginatively
into the display.

I fear you've missed a patch.

You're renovating... and
you're not alone, I see.

Times are hard for the small
store - we must adapt to survive.

You're marketing your
products as an ensemble.

Yes.

With a discount?

10%.

Oh? It is most enterprising
and the least I would expect.

Edmund will feel the
benefit of your presence

almost as keenly as
we feel the loss of it.

You do? Of course.

My little champion, I fear sales
in Ladieswear shall plummet.

You should wear
green more often.

It's most becoming.

Fraternising with the enemy?

Rest assured, Mr Chisholm, there is
certainly no conspiracy between us.

Then, girl,

why does he raise such a blush?

From now on, Mr Chisholm,
you will refer to me as Denise

or Miss Lovett.

Hello.

Mr Moray.

Miss Audrey.

I've been meaning to ask how
you're coping in Ladieswear,

in the wake of
recent departures.

Oh?

Denise?

Sir, you will find
that all in Ladieswear

is just as it should
be - a tightly run ship.

I pride myself on
running a department

ready to weather any storm.

Yes, yes, of course.
Thank you, Miss Audrey.

Losing an assistant was always bound
to be more of a squall than a tempest,

no matter how special
she seemed at the time.

You have eased my mind.

May I add, sir...

..how delighted we all
are by your engagement

and that you've found
happiness at last.

Ladies, I presume
this seat's not taken.

I don't see what the fuss is about.
Katherine Glendenning was born into it.

She hasn't actually
done anything.

She's taught me plenty.

Sam, what gristly meat.

I should think the cook gave you
that on account of your lovely teeth.

Lovely teeth? Not a
rotten molar in sight.

Nearly.

Would you kindly excuse me?

Would you like to tell
me what she's on about?

What do you think?

When are you going to put
the poor girl out of her misery?

I was about to lock up.

There is no need. I
will be here for a while.

I have some business to finish.

Perhaps you could help.

Always so easily
shocked, Dudley.

I can't believe that even you

have not watched a man
drink away his troubles.

I've watched many men try.

I believed you were teetotal.

What matter?

I'm lost to this world.

All I have is this job,

and even that will
soon be taken from me.

Katherine Glendenning.

The woman cares only
for herself. She is a viper.

She poisoned Mr
Moray against me.

Jonas, you must stop
this. They are to be married.

Why can't you try and
be happy for them?

She sees me as
distasteful, a monster.

Such easy judgement

with so little knowledge of the
beast she set out to slaughter.

Before this, I was
a safety miner.

There was an explosion one day.

Eight men were trapped
underground. They told us to leave them.

I refused, went back.

Before I could reach
them, the shaft collapsed.

My arm crushed.

The others were
not so fortunate.

When I signed on that morning,

just a wee lad of 12.

They gave me a
certificate for bravery.

And the sack.

I was no longer suitable.

It was much the same
everywhere until I came here.

Helene Moray asked me nothing.

Katherine Glendenning will
attempt to usurp her memory,

by casting me back out again.

I'm sorry.

I need to talk to
you about Katherine.

This show she's
making of herself.

The endless shopping.

Well, she's certainly
keeping us busy.

I've long been aware of my
daughter's tendency towards obsession.

I blame myself.

After her mother died, I actively
encouraged her... passions.

And my indulgence
resulted instead

in a child both
headstrong and stubborn.

Of course, her obsession
now is you, Moray.

A desire to prove
herself to you.

Once you're married,
you'll have a different job.

The job of reining her in.

And I trust you will perform
that role more successfully than I.

Denise, I've been working
on something for a while.

I was going to save it
for your birthday, but...

Thank you!

A dress befitting the
businesswoman you have become.

The accounts for Ladieswear.

Thank you.

It's remarkable
what she's doing.

I pass her every morning. A
sore reminder of what we've lost.

Such determination.

I fear I should have fought
harder to keep her on.

She made up her mind.
Besides, this is Jonas's doing.

If he hadn't provoked her uncle.

I'm starting to believe you
were right all along, Dudley.

This is music to my ears,

but what do you mean?

I warned him, but still he
thinks it's his rightful place

to involve himself
in my affairs.

I can no longer trust him.

Jonas is eager,

perhaps too much so at times...

..but we must not
judge him too harshly.

We should give
him another chance.

Hey up.

Ready?

Ready.

Hello, madam.
How may I help you?

If it is the dress
on Carruthers' stall,

I can also make
it in a silk organza.

And Jackson's sell a very
nice ebony-handled umbrella

which would look quite the part.

There you are.

Merci, and not goodbye,
I trust, but au revoir.

And in the meantime,

perhaps you might like to
sample the pleasures next door?

Off!

Bye. Bye.

Excuse me?

You are eligible for
our discount, 10%.

That makes your total
£4 and 17 shillings.

No, no, Samuel, it is all wrong.
Have you not read the paper?

Miss Glendenning
is visiting us today

to purchase her wedding gown,
we must showcase our very finest.

And with the doors
about to open.

This is too bright, too showy.
Good Lord, Samuel, really!

Oh, people of true class
have subtlety in their blood.

Here. Now stock up on it.

There's bound to be a run on
whichever one she chooses.

Hurry, girls, hurry. There's
a quite a throng forming.

See. It's Katherine
Glendenning who's done this.

You'll like her more
come bonus time.

Is that "Guillotine!"
I hear them cry?

Oh, it's an ugly
emotion, jealousy.

Me jealous? I've
no reason to be.

I visited his rooms a
couple of weeks back,

right before they got engaged.

She hasn't got anything
I haven't had already.

It all seems to be
going surprisingly well.

The advertisement you put
in the paper is doing the trick.

You've never shied
away from publicity before.

I thought you would
have liked the article.

To be in the society
pages and gossip columns?

The Paradise was
referenced constantly.

You are marrying
into the aristocracy.

"The wedding of the year"!

Glendenning will think
I'm responsible for it.

It's an embarrassment.

The woman is
taking over my store.

Now that's what I call a hat.

Darling! I see you've brought
quite a crowd along with you.

I trust they're not all
your close acquaintances.

I should like to
say it is good taste,

but I fear it is something more
prurient that draws them in.

Or perhaps it's the article
you put in the newspaper.

You liked it?

Do you know, I think I am
beginning to understand.

This playing shops is quite
an entertaining distraction.

Er, Katherine, we do not
PLAY here. This is business.

You know, today, I think
I could sell you anything.

One day of sales does
not an expert in retail make.

No? Then choose something.

Don't you think you have
proven yourself already?

Anything.

Let ME show you how it's done.

Very well. Sam.

Mr Moray, sir.

I am looking for a cloth.

Something... special,
something... different.

Miss Audrey's put out what she
deems to be our very finest silks.

No. No. Erm...

Sir, that's old lining satin.

Mmm. Its name?

I believe that's
known as Midnight Ink.

Midnight Ink.

Six yards. Then take
it up to Ladieswear.

It is the perfect cloth...

..the only cloth, for
my wedding dress.

Midnight Ink.

Er, ma'am?

No. Your services shall
not be needed today.

Oh, good. Er, I mean, very
good, your honourable, ma'am!

One might use the lull
to tidy a little, Mr Lovett.

You are sprawled
halfway across my bench.

Chisholm, I spent all morning
with your feathers batting my face.

My feathers do not bat.

And I do not sprawl.
Certainly not over your bench!

Uncle?

I'll have that,

made in Midnight Ink.

If you step this way, I
can measure you up.

Clara.

Clara.

Maybe not... you.

Miss Audrey, Katherine is
with you? All is progressing?

Oh, yes, Mr Moray, sir,

but I'm afraid you
cannot stay here!

The bride-to-be must
have her privacy respected.

Very well.

Jonas, are you
waiting for Moray?

I did not sleep last night, for
thinking of our conversation.

The fear that I
have misjudged you,

not understanding the
difficulties you have faced.

I should like your
permission to talk with Moray.

If I could explain to him
the importance The Paradise

holds for you, then, I
am sure he will guarantee

your position here as safe.

He and I are old friends.

Let me reassure you.

Not a word of this shall
be uttered to anyone else.

You overestimate your authority.

How do you know that I
was telling you the truth?

You need to learn, Mr Dudley,
you cannot trust anyone.

All around you, people utter lies and
hold secrets that make men shudder.

Do not presume to know me or
anyone else... even those closest to you.

It is Clara, did I hear her say?

Yes, ma'am.

I confess I am terrible with
names and with so many staff...

I am trying to make
an effort, for Moray.

Oh, I'm sure he will
appreciate that, ma'am.

Mr Moray has always placed
great emphasis on getting

to know his
staff... individually.

Moray is a very modern man.

I should say. Although,
it has its disadvantages,

being so involved.

He's miserable when
some of them go.

Denise was a REAL favourite.

Really?

Oh, look at that! We're
the same around the chest.

Clara.

Miss Glendenning, if I might
humbly suggest an alternative fabric.

The satin you have selected is
not one we would normally use

for a wedding dress -
the quality, the colour.

The colour is
appropriate for mourning,

as a mark of respect
for Mr Moray's first wife.

It is the custom and one
that I am willing to embrace.

As for the quality,
it matters not.

My real dress is crafted

of snow-white Russian silk.

It is but a ruse, Miss Audrey.

A game.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you
for informing me.

Clara, take this to the seamstresses
and have it made up immediately.

Miss Glendenning has
graced us with her custom.

Let us thank her with
our professionalism.

One at a time,
please, one at a time.

Yes, Midnight Ink
- Encre de Minuit -

an exceedingly elegant
fabric of singularly good taste.

The intensity is a product
of the pigmentation process.

See, it's not the silk that's
dyed, but the silkworm's feed.

The blend of dyes mixed
to replicate exactly the sash

on his first wife's wedding
dress. 'Copper sulphate...'

..with just a pinch of
ground sapphires thrown in.

They buried her in it.

She told you what?

Madam, I'm sorry, but someone's
been telling your friends fibs.

The truth is, Mr Moray chose it.

The name reminds him of the hour
in which he pens his courtship letters

to Miss Glendenning, so full
of her that he cannot sleep.

Aw...

How many yards was it?

Oh.

No point getting
shop girl's feet.

I've missed you so much!
Can I come in? Of course!

She's in the store all
day, all over him, cooing.

Pauline. We're very busy.
Lots to do before the morning.

It's all right, I
can talk standing.

Mr Lovett. Pauline.

She's changing everything in The
Paradise. And I mean everything!

And what she's buying,
everyone else is buying.

It's like, well, madness, really.
For her wedding dress today,

she chose this horrible satin,
Midnight Ink. Next thing you know,

we've as good as sold out. No
wonder Mr Moray's swooning.

If she can shift stock like that,
she's the perfect match for him.

Mind, that's nothing. Then
there's what Clara told me.

Pauline... I'll burst if I don't
tell someone. She... with Moray.

I don't know what
exactly but something.

It was just before he got engaged to
Katherine, when Miss Audrey was ill.

Of course. She'll win
in the end - Katherine.

In fact, she's
given me a few tips.

This morning, when I said hello
to Sam, he smiled back at me

and told me to
inspect his teeth.

Not that it did much good,

come to think of it.

That dress is lovely. But you want
to get your uncle to loosen it a bit.

You're white as a sheep.

Darling?

I hear the sales figures
for today are extraordinary.

Isn't that wonderful?

After all I have done for you.

We are due to be married.

I do not think it is
too much to ask.

Please...

take it down.

I want to be the only Mrs Moray.

Not yet.

She is there to
remind me, Katherine...

..not just of who she was,

but...

of who I am.

In that case, I
shall return home.

I am tired.

It is late.

We are a long way off making
back our initial investment.

You cannot expect to get
your money back after one day.

Just an observation, Edmund.
There's no need to be so touchy.

I was merely
stating fact, Charles.

A matter of opinion, surely?

I have an idea.

There is a fabric
called Midnight Ink

that The Paradise have
been trading on strongly.

We should order it.

The Paradise would simply
order more, sell it more cheaply.

If my memory
serves me correctly,

Midnight Ink is a
discontinued satin

from a manufacturer
that folded in January.

If there's any left, it
will be limited stock.

We could buy the lot
and be the only shop

able to offer the material

that Katherine Glendenning
has chosen for her wedding outfit.

Is that not a little underhand?
Would The Paradise do different?

Your uncle underestimates you
again. It is the best idea you've had yet.

I do have some meagre savings.
Not much, my very last few pennies.

I might consider a loan, if you
could offer me some guarantee.

I believe we will succeed.

Then I want 50% of all profits.

That's my offer.
Take it or leave it.

Moray, from the suppliers.
They have run out of Midnight Ink.

Someone placed an order for the remaining
fabric minutes before ours came in.

This is an outrage. An
absolute outrage. Katherine?

Hurry, come and look!
The insolence! The cheek!

How dare she! She is
selling my wedding dress.

Where are you going?

Back to work. But you
must go and talk to her.

Stop her.

Well, if you won't,
I shall do it myself.

I don't think that
would be a good idea.

That is my fabric. It is
plagiarism. Theft. No, Katherine,

the only thing they've done wrong
is beating you at your own game.

You must stop this. You
cannot have everything your way.

Dudley, will you see
me to my carriage?

Of course. And deal with this.

Madam. Thank you.

How are you coping?

Fine. I'm not so sure about him.

Mesdames, messieurs,
restrain yourselves.

Do not swarm and claw so.

Though your custom
is most welcome,

these hats are
pieces of artistry.

Do not finger the feathers.

Miss Glendenning,
please do not be too upset.

Moray can forget himself when
involved in matters of The Paradise.

Those closest to him often
feel in competition with the shop.

It is never meant personally.

Thank you, Dudley.

Folding and tidying.

There is no point just
dawdling there, girl.

You will put off any
customers that we do have.

But everything's already
been folded. Then do it again.

Mr Moray, sir.

Miss Audrey. You're quiet.

We are...

quiet.

It is the Midnight Ink.

I find myself tempted
to tell customers

how poor the cloth really is.

But we cannot expose
Miss Glendenning.

Indeed. Indeed.

It is hard not to be impressed by the
way Denise has played her hand at this.

The girl always did exhibit a level
of promise bordering on precocity.

You have known me for...
quite some time, Miss Audrey.

I have, Mr Moray.

Hmm. How would you describe me?

Tall... No.

Quite tall... No, no.

Medium, strong strength...

No. Would you say I am honest?

Oh, very honest. You have
always been very honest. Yes.

Would you say I've
changed in any way?

You may be frank.

I would say that, with power
and responsibility, we all change,

but the hearts of the most
honourable remain true to their dreams.

It is why you inspire such loyalty
and affection in your workforce.

Have confidence, Mr Moray.

Thessalonians,
Chapter 3, Verse 11.

Yes, well.

Perhaps if you'd listened
as intently in Bible class.

To work, girls!

Gentleman, to
successful co-operation!

Successful co-operation.

And that is what it looks like.

A tidy sum, I believe.

There's no arguing with it.

You say that now.

If you had your way, we'd still be
stood out there, peddling neckerchiefs.

Neckties. Scrabbling for
tiddlers instead of bigger fish.

This is the difference between thrive
and survive. On the Rue St Denis...

Are you saying I don't know
how to run my business?

On recent evidence, you have little
eye for an opportunity. Mr Chisholm!

Last week, you were on your knees
begging for my help! Uncle! Your help?

We are all aware that anything
that ever has been achieved here

has been achieved by your niece.

Mr Chisholm! Please, gentlemen,

let us all calm down
and talk of our next step.

We must decide how we
shall reinvest these profits.

I think you mean MY profits.

I knew it. Let us be honest, none
of this would have been possible

if it wasn't for my money.

I invested all my
savings in this scheme.

Of all the self-serving,
penny-pinching, manipulative...

So, I want him
to thank me for it.

I want Lovett to recognise
that he owes me for this.

Otherwise, I'll have
it back, every penny.

With interest.

You cannot mean that.

Withdrawing your investment
would fold the co-operative.

Our success has made even
The Paradise sit up and take notice.

Really, Mr Chisholm, Uncle,

it is time we put an
end to this pettiness.

If we can't see eye to
eye in the good times,

how shall we fare in the bad?

What co-operative?

Tant pis!

Please!

Please, Mr Chisholm!

Mr Carruthers! Mr Jackson!

I'm sorry, Denise,
but I tried to warn you.

We are cut from a
very different cloth.

You too have run out of silk.

More than silk.

There's no more Tollgate Street
Traders, no more co-operative.

We've run clean
out of co-operation.

And... patience, it seems.

You have made me feel foolish.

Your sales have made me LOOK it!

It is pathetic. No matter
how hard you try to explain,

there's no reasoning with them.

That is because they do not
start from a position of logic.

I wish I could say
that I was surprised,

but given your
choice of partners...

Next time, you'll have
to be more selective.

I don't know that there
will be a next time.

Sometimes we must
learn from our mistakes.

What matters is that we are never
deterred from grasping opportunities,

even if it means we are making
the greatest mistake of our lives.

My wife loved me
wholeheartedly, without reservation.

But I did not give her the
love that she... deserved.

I was driven by the
need to expand the store.

She wanted us to go
away for two months,

travel together...

start a family.

I... refused.

We argued, and...

I...

I said some things that were...

unforgivable.

She ran from me.

And now I will never know.

Did she fall or did she...

..with intention...?

Why am I telling you this?

Because what matters is that
we learn from our mistakes.

I need you to know...

that you are my inspiration.

Katherine? I am
considering taking it all back.

Much of it is of
dubious quality.

Tell me what's happened.

It's nothing... a
small exchange.

I... just don't understand.

After all I have done.

I tried to help him, and he
mocked me for it, chastised me,

chose to defend some
girl over his own future wife.

What girl?

The dressmaker's niece.

Opposite?

Why?

He has demonstrated a certain
leniency towards this co-operative.

I wondered if there was
reason behind it. That's all.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing at all to worry about.

All lovers have the
occasional squabble.

I mean, Moray is almost
certainly feeling rather nervous.

I think we should plan a trip
for you both after the wedding.

A chance to escape
these... distractions

and concentrate
instead on each other.

Your shared future together.

Hmm? Italy?

Greece?

Both wonderful
at this time of year.

It's at times like this a man
needs to stand back, take stock.

As far as I can see,
things are surprisingly good.

In fact, much as they were
before all this co-operative stuff.

We've still got our business,

our skills,

some orders...

Unfortunately, Uncle, those orders
were placed through the co-operative

at a discount that we
can no longer honour.

Unless you want
to sell at a loss.

I hadn't thought.

I often don't.

Denise, I'm sorry.

After all you've done.

Giving up your job...

The Paradise.

That's not true. I left The
Paradise of my own accord.

It was childish.

A foolish impulse.

Still...

..I've been a
pig-headed, arrogant oaf.

And stubborn as a mule.

What matters is that we
learn from our mistakes,

not stand here
licking our wounds.

We should have
confidence. We've earnt it.

We've shown what we can do.

And now we must be ready for the
next opportunity that comes our way.

And we will be, Uncle, we will.

Darling? I have spoken
to Papa, and he agrees.

We must put an
end to this... circus.

Our wedding
should be about love,

a meeting of two souls, not
all this... endless planning.

We shall bring the date forward.

Arrange a small affair. Why not?

I cannot bear to wait.

And listen, Papa has
offered us a wedding gift.

An extended honeymoon, just the
two of us, alone, away from all of this.

Perhaps Europe?

I am sure Dudley will manage the
store perfectly well in your absence.

The perfect start...

to a perfect marriage.

I suspect there are a few
things you would have changed.

The draping of the fabric
perhaps a little too... Miss Audrey?

The overall display
lacking a single focal point.

Oh, how we must suffer
for the lack of perfection.

Denise, I, er...

No. No, there's no need. I
do not want your apology.

There is too much of
an air of finality about it.

I should like to remain
friends, Mr Moray.

My dream is that I will make my
own mark on the world, as you have.

I see that I have lost
my little champion.

She has grown too great for me.

The man found in the
river. It's Bradley Burroughs.

'We must keep what
we know to ourselves.

'They would use this
to bring Mr Moray down.'

I come here knowing
my place, ma'am.

So be it. You can start today.
We are busy with wedding fever.

I hope you will
toast to my future.

Is there anything in the world
more romantic than a wedding veil?

You're back. Yes, ma'am.