All language subtitles for The Paradise_S01E04_The Paradise - Episode 4_Subtitles_1

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Sam, are you going out
on Saturday night?

-Don't I always go out
on Saturday night?
-Dancing?

Don't I always go dancing?

Ooh, if you can
call it dancing.

Last time I saw you
on the dance floor,

it looked like
three frogs having a fight.

-(WOMEN LAUGHING)
-I am a fine dancer.

Perhaps, I'd had a drink
that night.

Sure.

I'll show you me steps
and Denise can be the judge.

Go on, then.
I can't wait to see this.

(WOMEN EXCLAIMING LOUDLY)

No, I can't! No, I can't!
I can't dance without music.

(HUMMING TUNEFULLY)

(ALL CLAPPING RHYTHMICALLY)

If only youth knew...

...it does not last.

-(APPLAUSE)
-(SAM LAUGHING)

I say that Sam
is a fine dancer.

(APPLAUSE)

Yeah, it was better this time,
I'll admit it.

-It was only
two frogs fighting.
-(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHING) Step to it.

A shawl makes a pleasing gift.

A silk shawl always
makes a pleasing gift.

Of course, Mrs Chesholm,
it depends upon the nature
of the celebration.

Our hand-carved combs would
make the most perfect favour

for someone who, shall we say,
had shown you kindness.

However, were the occasion
an anniversary,

then, I must direct you
to our most glittering gift.

Though expensive,
our engraved silver purses

would make any birthday
an occasion to treasure.

Now...

Shall we leave you
a moment or two to muse,

or are you ready to decide?

Ah.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

None of us expected this
to happen,

but perhaps we should all
admit it's for the best, hmm?

I cherish reason.

The winning argument's
like a fine wine,

it gives me a feeling
of wellbeing.

Yet I take great pleasure in
shooting birds from the sky.

I accept there's
no reason in that.

It's nothing more than
the imposition of my will.

I'm a contradiction.

We all are.

I've never seen Katherine
so at ease with herself.

At ease with the world. Never.

I trust you're not going
to interfere with this.

I told Katherine
I was unable to marry
at this time.

If she has a suitor,
then the blame is mine.

You have a gift, Moray,
for avoiding a question.

If it is a gift.

Let's be generous
and call it an attribute.

Let me answer
the question for you.

You'll make no effort
to tempt Katherine back
into some sort of

reconciliation with you, hmm?

These are the days.

-See you later.
-He's here.

I didn't imagine you
as a shooting man, Moray.

-I was very good at observing.
-(LAUGHS)

And, can I ask,

how are you enjoying being
a patroness of a charity?

Oh, I'm not quite
a patroness yet.

Peter and I are meeting
this morning.

No doubt we will discuss it.

I wish you well.
He is a good man.

You wish me well?

If I could find
another way to say it,
Katherine, I would.

Then I am grateful
for your good wishes.

I have to ask...

Is it your wife?

Is she the reason
you stand here and smile
and wish me well

when you see me
embarking on a relationship
with another man?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Are you so in love
with your own grief
that you cannot live?

How can you be so entwined
with a woman three years gone?

Perhaps we must be thankful
for Peter Adler.

He has saved you
from becoming entwined.

Oh, Mr Moray, sir.

Miss Audrey, I, uh...

Is it the display, sir?

No. I...

Yesterday's sales, perhaps?

Well, whatever it is, sir,
I assure you
without hesitation

that it will be
rectified and remedied.

I did have
something on my mind
when I came in here.

If we have failed you
in any way, Mr Moray...

Has one of the girls
spoken out of turn?

I keep a most tight
rein on them, sir.
Especially tight.

We strive only to please you.

Oh, I cannot think
what else it might be, sir.

Have I, in any way...

Memory loss
is for the aged, I...

I must have too much
spinning around my mind.

I'm sure it will come back
to me. (CLEARS THROAT)

I am certain of it, sir.

Denise. Your sales,
once again, most impressive.
Well done.

My little champion.

Don't you think so,
Miss Audrey?

Oh, most certainly, sir.
Denise is indeed
outstripping all expectations

of such a seemingly
timid girl.

One must commend
the speed of her ascent.

-She will outshine us all!
-(BOTH LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

They were
seen out together,

Miss Glendenning and Mr Adler,
and they looked love-struck.

We all believed
Mr Moray and Miss Glendenning
were to be married, sir.

He did look agitated
when we saw him today
in Ladieswear.

Are they not to be wed,
Mr Dudley?

Whether Mr Moray
marries or not should have
no effect on your work.

I know how you all like to
gossip in the refectory.

Just don't expect me
to join in.

-Is he heartbroke, sir?
-Now, Mr Moray is not
a heartbroke sort of man.

Except for his wife.

I never believed he'd marry
Katherine Glendenning.
He'll never marry again.

DUDLEY: While you experts
are picking over the bones
of your employer's life,

I will apply myself
to the business of the store.

Oh, now my food's cold.

The best sort of gossip
does that to food.

"My little champion."

Lady fern.

KATHERINE: Mmm-hmm.

Our field geranium's lovely,
isn't it?

Borage.

I don't believe you know
every single plant.

You are pretending,
in order to impress me.

(CHUCKLES) It's a starflower.
Borago officinalis.

Look at the shape.

Five perfect points.

How does nature do that?

See how the blue
dominates the white?

It tastes like honey.

-You eat it?
-Of course. It is medicine.

It will take away all kinds
of fevers and torments.

(LAUGHING)

Why do you know them?

And why do you know
how to fix a wheel?

I see the loveliness
of a flower and I have to know
its name, know its history.

As a boy,
if something was broken,

I would pester every adult
I could lay my hands on

till I had found one
that could show me
how to fix it.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Lady fern.

Mmm-hmm.

Field geranium.

-Very good.
-Mmm-hmm!

Borage.

Aren't you glad
you know them better?

I am.

PETER: Oh...

Thank you.

It is nothing, I am sure,
but have you detected
in your department

a change of bearing
in Mr Moray?

The talk is that
Miss Glendenning
is being courted.

Seems Mr Moray has a rival.

That's enough to put any man
off his stroke.

Yes, that must be it.

But it was not sorrow
which he displayed,
but misgiving.

Though he did find compliments
and congratulations
for some others.

(SCOFFS) That would be
Denise, then, would it?

Is it so obvious?
Does the whole...

She is his favourite. Ahem!

Miss Audrey,
did you just lose your...

Yes. My voice was lost
for a moment.

It is nothing.
Merely a sore throat.
Nothing at all.

You must speak to no one
about this. Do you understand?

I require your... Utter...

But are you all right?

I am...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(HAMMERING ON DOOR)

(SHOP BELL RINGING)

Audrey! Why, it's...
It's night-time.

-I must speak with you,
Edmund.
-(SCOFFS)

I thought that consorting
with males after dark
was strictly forbidden.

Oh, don't tease me.
I'm feeling quite frail.

Will you sit?

Or would sitting
be considered fraternising?

Do you remember the day
you asked me to marry you?

(SIGHING)
It was a long time ago.

Do you recall what happened?

Yes. You said "No".

What happened to me?

-You lost your voice.
-Well, it is happening once...

(CLEARING THROAT)

Oh, but you're
talking to me now.

It is going. (CLEARS THROAT)

My point is...

The last time (MOUTHING)
left me altogether.

That cannot be allowed
to happen again.

I must be present
at work tomorrow.

This is the most
delicate of times.

Why is it?

Moray? What has he done?

Oh, it's not Moray.
It's not only Moray.

Well, what then? Who?

Some things cannot be stopped.

No matter how we might try.

Do you not see
what I am trying to tell you?

To tell you the truth,
my head has been set spinning
by you sitting here at night.

My mind is not
as sharp as it used to be.

I will sleep and all will be
restored tomorrow.

(CLEARING THROAT)
I am sure of it.

-But...
-(DOOR CLOSES)

(GASPING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CROAKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

What is that look?

I've never seen you
doing this before.

(SCOFFS) Nonsense.

-I love flowers.
-My darling,
you like looking at flowers.

But arranging them
so beautifully? This is new.

They were so colourful,
I couldn't resist them.

You picked them?

-Papa, stop it.
-(LAUGHS)

You have a look
like a puppy dog.

What is the matter
with you today?

You. You are
the matter with me.

You're 17 again.
I could clap my hands.

Well, don't.

You know perfectly well
why I am moved
to pick flowers.

What you see in my face,
Katherine, is relief.

I must admit,
I was rather concerned
that your...

What shall we call it?
Your entanglement
with Moray was...

You told me you liked Moray.

-Were you lying to me?
-Not at all.

I find him charming
and engaging.

I have great faith
in his capabilities.

And I like him even more
now that your eyes are not
so keenly fixed on him.

Katherine...

I'm sorry.

I thought you were weak.

I doubted you had
the character to realise

that someone like Peter Adler

is where true happiness lies.

Well...

I shall forgive you for that.

-'Cause I doubted it, too.
-(LAUGHING)

Miss Audrey, where would you
like us to display
the new delivery of parasols?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

-Miss Audrey?
-Hmm...

My rather flustered
visit yesterday...

I hope you will accept
my apologies.

I don't know what
you must have made of me.

I did recall my reason
for coming here.

It was to inform you
that on Friday

we are to expect a visit
from Mr Fabian Eberhart,

famed proprietor
of The Bohemian Cabaret.

He's planning to open a club
here in our city,

and wishes to consider
our store as suppliers
of dresses for his...

Miss Audrey?

Are you unwell?
You look afflicted.

You cannot be expected
to work in this condition.

-Miss Audrey?
-(GASPING) Miss Audrey!

(MISS AUDREY CLEARING THROAT)

I don't understand why there
must (MOUTHING) fuss.

I lost my balance.
That is all.

Miss Audrey,
you have fevers and sweats.

It's a moment of giddiness.
Good heavens,
anyone (MOUTHING) ill.

The doctor says
you have a sickness.

You have to stay in bed
for a week.

A week?

But that is seven days.

The doctor
was hardly conclusive.

Perhaps it is something
she has eaten.

Perhaps a mild bout
of chicken pox.

We're in the wrong
profession, Moray.

If we were as vague,
we'd be out of business
within a week.

I have never known
Audrey to be ill.

She has the constitution
of an ox.

I have simply assumed
she will always be there.

We must decide.

Erm, Mr Moray, sir,
Mr Dudley, sir.

May I offer myself
to take care of Ladieswear

-while Miss Audrey
is unable to work?
-(MISS AUDREY COUGHING)

That is very conscientious
of you, Clara.

But Dudley and I must
discuss the matter first.

(EXHALES) Gentlemen,
have I not earned this chance?

I'm the senior girl,
I have the most experience,

and I'm certain it's what
Miss Audrey would want.

If you were to let me
take care of the department,

then the whole store would see
that you are employers

who behave fairly
towards your staff.

Everything you say
is true, Clara,

and, I assure you, will be
taken into consideration.

Thank you, gentlemen.

(MISS AUDREY WHEEZING)

She's right. We should
consider how this will look
to the staff.

Then we will give
the position to Clara.

But you have something
else on your mind.

Otherwise, you would have
told Clara she was in charge.

Fabian Eberhart.

There is a chance
he might put in an order
for over 20 outfits.

Denise would, I am sure,
charm and persuade him.

That has a logic to it.

Do you think
I have other reasons
for preferring Denise?

She is your "little champion".

Denise is different
to the other girls.

There is something about her.

I would like to see
how she deals
with this situation.

It'll sting Clara.

It will be a test
of her mettle, and ours.

I suspect
it might be worth it.

We have reached the point
where you ask me

to deliver the news
to the girls, have we not?

We have.

Sam. Sam!

Sam, can I ask you,
how is Audrey?

Audrey? You mean Miss Audrey?
She's been taken sick
to her bed.

-Sick to her bed?
-That's what I said.

What's the matter with her?

-I'm told she has a fever.
-A fever?

Edmund,
having a conversation with you
is like talking to an echo.

Fever...

-Why are you so concerned
about Miss Audrey?
-(EXHALES)

I pass the time of day
with her sometimes.
That's all.

All right.

A fever...

Carry on.

-Peter,
don't you ever sit down?
-(LAUGHING)

If you wish me
to sit with you, Katherine,

I would be glad to oblige.

No, not oblige, please.
"Oblige" is
such a wearisome word.

Oh. I have left my fan inside.

Would you be so kind
as to fetch it for me?

Of course I will.

Heavens! Here it is beside me.

I'm sorry, Peter.

Would you like some lemonade?

You must go back to the game.
You have disturbed the balance
by leaving.

But wasn't I summoned
to sit with you?

I feel I will go inside.
It is too hot for me out here.

My book is so engaging
and I long for
the cool of the house.

(GLASS CLINKING)

My bones ache
from sitting here.

Perhaps I need to walk
for a while.

Would you like me
to come with you?

Go back to your game, Peter.

(EXHALES)

First, Pauline is to be
returned to Ladieswear
for the time being,

to give assistance
in these times of need.

What we are facing
is a temporary difficulty.

There are a number of
considerations in deciding

how we shall run
this department
in Miss Audrey's absence.

Mr Moray and I
have given careful thought
to the decision.

And what matters most
is that you all
support one another.

Denise will be in charge
until further notice.

This may seem
something of a surprise,

but the main thing is
that we all want
Miss Audrey restored

to her rightful position
as soon as possible.

Mr Dudley, sir, there are
other girls that have
been here longer than me.

We are to place
all our efforts into winning
this order from Mr Eberhart.

A musical cabaret.

We are to suggest outfits
for girls who entertain,
sing, dance,

and girls who serve champagne
and entertain at tables.

It'll need some inspiration.

As Miss Audrey would say,

step to it.

That's good, isn't it?

Mr Dudley told us.

But it was
Mr Moray's decision.
We all know that.

PAULINE: Do you need anything,
Miss Audrey?

A drink? A blanket?
A blanket taken off?

Am I to follow
her instructions?
"Clara, fetch the order book!"

"Clara,
attend to this customer!"

-While she prances around
as queen of all she surveys?
-Mmm...

I don't think Denise will play
high and mighty.

She's just good at her job,
that's all. She can't help it.
She's talented.

-Very talented. Gifted.
-(COUGHING)

What is it, Miss Audrey?
Heavens!
You look worse than ever.

Your face is redder
than a crimson cap.

Leave me, please. Leave me.

Sleep well.

(MOANS)

Mr Moray, sir.

Denise.

I have not been here
so long, sir.

I do not deserve
this advancement over...

And what if I say
you do deserve it?

What if I say
the other girls see that, too?

Some of them may object,
but you must learn to live
with that.

There was a time
when I stood right here...

A draper's lad, when this was
no more than a small shop.

What is it, sir?

Everything I wished for then,

I have it now.

Not everything you wished for.

No one has everything.

In Peebles,

when a man
loses his sweetheart,

he gets drunk, has a fight,
and then looks for
a new sweetheart.

(LAUGHING)

Well, perhaps we should
move the store there.

I don't think so, sir.

There's not much call for
Parisian underwear in Peebles.

-It's far too cold.
-(LAUGHING)

Is there talk in the refectory
about Miss Glendenning?

Of course there is.

What are they saying?

Only that she...

That you and her
have parted ways.

That's not all they're saying,

but it is kind of you
to be so delicate.

You...

You've made me
forget myself, Denise.

How did we start
this conversation?

I was pleading with you
that I'm not ready
for this advancement.

Oh, yes.

Yes. Miss Audrey is ill.

There is a chance for us
to woo a valuable customer.

I need you to take care
of the department.

Will you do that for me?

I will.

Then you need your sleep.

Night.

(DICE ROLLING)

-Oh.
-(SIGHING) You are going to
win again.

You are going to
let me win again.

-Peter?
Would I do such a thing?
-Hmm?

Will you take me
on a picnic again tomorrow?

Show me the flowers?

Perhaps we could do
one of those hill walks
you told me about?

You made it clear that you
found hill walking arduous.

Oh, but I am fickle.

You have conjured
such a picture in my mind of

looking out over the world
from up there.

Katherine,
would you walk to those hills

to please yourself
or to please me?

It pleases me to please you.

I can feel you trying.

I am grateful, but, please,
you don't have to try.

Things between us will grow.

Or they won't.

I dearly hope that they will.

If not, I have a good life.

If that sounds uncaring,
I apologise.

I do feel a deep attraction
to you,

unlike any woman I have met.

But I have learned that
life is kind and I always
find a way through.

PETER: Do you think
of Moray often?

Only every day.

Perhaps I should withdraw
until you can resolve
in your own heart how you feel

-about Moray.
-No. Not at all.

(EXHALES)

I don't know.

You call this toast?

Toast is bread cooked.

This is bread
threatened with a flame.

How many times
do I have to say
I want my bread toasted?

I'm ignored.

I'm disobeyed at will.

Perhaps you should
go back to bed, Papa.

You are never at your best
when you are tired.

It will take more than sleep
to cure my ill temper.

Then, perhaps,
I will take some rest

to escape your sour mood.

(MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

Un-cock me!

Here, boy.

Billy!

(MAN SCREAMING)

It was an accident.

You must not
blame yourself, Papa.

Elliott will be fine.

The doctor assured me
his leg will recover
as though nothing happened.

But something did happen.

I could have killed him.

Papa, stop it.

You cannot punish yourself.
I will not permit it.

It's like a curse on us,

you loving Moray.

I do not love him.

I do not love him!

I promise you.

I am fond of Peter.

I will show you.

I will show you
that I am not weak.

(SNIFFLING)

WOMAN: Thank you very much.

Girls,
can I have your attention?

Thank you, girls.

Mr Moray has asked us
to prepare for the visit
of Mr Fabian Eberhart.

Since we can presume that
he is not to wear the dresses
we are to sell to him,

we might be as well to think
purely of what a man sees.

We can all consider ourselves
experts at that,
can't we, girls?

A man does not know
what a girl looks
at her best wearing.

He thinks he does,

but in this,
as in so many other things,

we must lead him by the nose,
whilst letting him think
that he is not being led.

Isn't that so?

What Mr Eberhart wants,

though he does not know it,

is for us to make the choices.

What we must give him
is confidence and certainty.

Not a range of offerings,
but one clear decision.

Lace. Black lace, red silk.

We will order up
the new crepe de Chine.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Thank you.

Thomas, I'd like to check
the order for Ladieswear.

I want to be sure
that we've ordered
the crepe de Chine.

Just a moment.

PETER: Ah!

Oh...

What a nice gift.

Darling, I realise that
you know the names
of all the flowers,

but the book is
so that you might teach me.

Katherine,
I am here with you because...

If you loved Moray
and he loved you,

then you would be
with him now.

You would be wearing his ring.

Moray is an infatuation.

I have seen
how you are with me.

I know I can make you happy.

Did Moray ever make you feel
truly glad to be yourself?

I intend to stay, Katherine.

And trust that our feelings
for one another will grow.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-Oh, please. Leave me be.

How did you get in here?

-EDMUND: You have
your voice back, then.
-(COUGHS LIGHTLY)

I am almost recovered.

You look terrible.

I mean, terribly sick.

You haven't recovered at all
as far as I can see.

There's no use
pretending otherwise.

So, this is you.
This is your boudoir.

I can picture you now
when I think of you.

Not like this, I hope.

What did the doctor say?

He assured me I would
be able to return to work
in a day or so.

-Did he now?
-Hmm.

And what did he say
was the matter with you?

A pox of some description!

How dare he suggest
I am afflicted
by such a vulgar word!

-(LAUGHS)
-I have banished him
from returning.

I bought you these.

If you are discovered here,
it will be the end of me.

You'll have to sack yourself.

It is not a matter for joking,
Edmund.

I have my reputation
to consider.

You always did.
Look where it brought you!

-Sorry.
-(CLEARS THROAT SOFTLY)

(EXHALES)

It's more than 20 years
since I bought you
Lumps of Delight.

What is it
that is troubling you, Audrey?

There is no pox.

You do not know.

If I had an inkling,
I'd not have to ask.

That mirror there,

it tells me every day
that I am growing older.

I don't like it.

That's just the way
things are, Audrey.

If we fight getting older,
we are fighting time,

fighting nature itself,

and we cannot win.

At The Paradise,
it is dangerous to grow old.

I am tired now. I must sleep.

Sleep is my one refuge.

Let me show you, sir.

We are certain
we have exactly what you need.

Mr Eberhart, please imagine
your girls in red silk.

Silk?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Trimmed with black lace.

This is not any silk,
but crepe de Chine.

Your girls do not want
a shiny lustre.

The crepe
has a flecked feel to it,

so that it is made of
tiny shadows,
moving, like secrets.

Hmm.

Secrets?

I like it.
Gut.

(SHOP BELL RINGING)

-Uncle, what is it?
-I've been a fool.

I've been blind and deaf,
no more use than
a dog with no nose.

What have you done?

Audrey.

I know what ails her.

(DOOR OPENS)

What are you doing, Clara?

If I was to knock,
I know you wouldn't let me in.

What happened between us
does not mean
that you are beyond...

That night,
when I was here with you,

you spoke of your wife.

You spoke with such sorrow.
I've never seen such pain.

I thought you might die of it.

I might...die of it.

That is how it feels
sometimes.

You know that I can soothe
those feelings for you.

-For one night.
-(EXHALES)

You know
that I can give you comfort.

I know you'll never love me,

but I love it that
you need me sometimes.

I've lost my child.

And you've lost your wife.

We'll always have this bond.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I need you to leave, Clara.

Do you hear me?

If you stay,
I will never forgive you.

Go,
before you lose everything.

(COUGHING)

Oh...

You are to stay in bed
for as long as it takes,
Audrey.

Do not concern yourself
with Ladieswear.

Everything there
is operating smoothly.

Since the doctor can't tell us
exactly what ails you,

then we are not sure
whether this is cause for us
to feel some relief,

or more concern.

Perhaps you were just
over tired.

We will call in
to see you again tomorrow.

I am instructing you
not to give a thought
to the department.

-(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
-The department...

You didn't say a word to her.

Didn't I?

Moray, I've been watching you,
and what I see is not Moray.

(SIGHS HEAVILY) How you do
like to exaggerate, Dudley.

I can diagnose you
in two words,
"Peter" and "Adler".

Absolutely not.
You know me better than that.

If anything, I feel relief.

Ah, it must be relief
that's making you so quiet,

so withdrawn, so distracted.
My apologies.

I think we will call out
another doctor.

(SIGHING)

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-Yes!

What is it, Denise?

Sir. Tomorrow,
it is Miss Audrey's birthday.

Ah.

There we have it.

How do you know about this?

Would you allow me
not to tell you that, sir?

Well, some things are better
kept hidden. Even from me.

There's something else.
Miss Audrey, her ailments...

I've heard that, in the past,
they have been known
to have been caused

by apprehension and distress.

Miss Audrey? Nervous?

I cannot help wondering
if I am the cause
of her troubled soul,

the way in which
you favour me.

Jealous? No.

I will not believe it.

I fear that
by putting me in charge...

I've made things worse.

Oh!

Poor Audrey.

Of course,
the more I praise you,

the more she will
feel threatened.

I must speak with Miss Audrey
in the morning.

Oh, it is you.

-What a surprise.
-Miss Glendenning.

I hope you will excuse me
for calling upon you
like this.

Has something happened?

-Is Moray...
-Moray is...

I am here on Moray's behalf,
so to speak.

If you are here to implore me
then I must advise you
that it is too late.

No, ma'am. It is not too late.

I fear it was always
too late with Moray.

He loves his wife still.

He would be a lesser man
if he did not.

If you were the one
who had married him

and, forgive the macabre turn,
Miss Glendenning,
if you had died,

what kind of man
would that make him

if he all too easily
forsook you?

Helene rules him.

What I know is this.
He is pining for you.

Then why are you here
and not Moray?

Because he denies it.

He can hardly admit it
to himself, let alone you.
(SIGHING)

Miss Glendenning,
Moray is my greatest friend,

and I cannot bear
to see him suffer.

You are a good friend to him.

I felt it my duty to tell you
what I see in him.

And if you were to go to him,

I sense he would be ready
to be more honest
about his feelings for you.

It is no longer possible.

I have made a promise.

Then permit me
to bid you good day, ma'am.

And forgive me if my visit
was ill-timed.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MORAY: May I come in?

Oh, uh, Mr Moray,
just a moment.

Proceed.

How are you today?

Much improved, sir.

I am sorry that I have
made you so ill.

Sir, I... What on earth?

Why would you say
such a thing? Heavens!

I have neglected you.

I have failed to cherish you
as you deserve.

-Oh...
-I shower praise
on the younger girls

only to encourage them,
you understand?

But I have taken
my leading lady for granted.

Sir, I assure you,
I would not be so childish

as to require your affirmation
at every turn.

May I?

Audrey...

-I need you.
-(WHIMPERING)

Ladieswear is like
a flickering light
without your leadership.

The younger girls
burn brightly, but

we require authority,
experience, maturity.

These are the qualities
that I depend upon.

The Eberhart sale went well,
but the girls are bickering.

The place feels like
an abandoned ship, to wit!

So, I have decided
my only option is to
close down the department

until you are
fit enough to return.

No, sir.

It would be unthinkable
to the draw the curtains
across Ladieswear.

We have our reputation
to consider.

I will take my place
in the morning.

Thank you.

I do not wish
to take advantage of
your good nature, but

might you feel well enough
to come down into the store
this evening?

There is a rather
delicate matter

I wish you
to cast your eyes over.

Sir, if I were to have
something to eat first,
I might find the strength.

Perhaps... (CLEARING THROAT)

...if you were
to take my arm...

(MUFFLED GIGGLE)

You want me to be happy,
don't you, Papa?

I have tried with Peter.

I like him...

But I cannot spend my life
with a man I like.

I love Moray.

I love him.
Don't make me sorry.

I want to be happy.

I know that if I go to him,
if I tell him...

You will break us all.

But it seems
I cannot stop you.

(DOOR OPENS)

PETER: Good evening.
Here to see Miss Glendenning.

(GASPING) I can't.

Katherine, stay here.
Sit down.

I will send Peter to you.
You can tell him yourself.

No, you can't.
Please, you mustn't make me.

You will face who you are

and what you do
to people that love you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I am sorry, Peter.

I am truly sorry that
I let you grow fond of me,

let you hope.

I only ever wanted Moray.

I only ever loved him.

I cannot help myself.

Is it Perfumes, sir?

I have always
considered their displays
to be rather shoddy,

though I felt it was
not my place to say so.

No, it is not Perfumes.

Haberdashery perhaps?

The presentation
is sprightly enough,

but one can't help but feel
that so much more
could be achieved

with ribbons and buttons.

The Haberdashery
will have to wait another day
for your attentions.

Oh.

ALL: Happy Birthday,
Miss Audrey!

(APPLAUSE)

Happy Birthday, Audrey.

My leading lady.

-Oh, sir, really. There was
no call for such a profusion!
-(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)

Miss Audrey, Happy Birthday.

Oh...

Care for a drink, Miss Audrey?

(INAUDIBLE)

Denise?

-Happy Birthday,
Miss Audrey...
-Yes, thank you.

It is most unexpected
and exceedingly flattering.

Mr Moray has been most
forthright in his generosity

and his appreciation of me.

We all appreciate you, ma'am.

He has experienced
what happens

when responsibility is handed
to those who may be
full of vim,

but are found to be lacking
when it comes to authority.

We are all glad
to have you back, Miss Audrey.

And now that I am restored,
fully restored, Denise,

I am sure it will be
a great relief to you

to be returned
to your proper place.

Mr Moray has assured me
that I have complete command.

From now on, child,
we must observe
proper propriety.

Should you have
any more ideas,
you will bring them to me.

I understand.

You will not approach
Mr Moray.

You will not seek his opinion
or his permission.
Is that clear?

It is, Miss Audrey.

Audrey, would you be so kind
as to dance with me?

Oh, Mr Moray...

Why, of course.