All language subtitles for The Paradise_S01E06_The Paradise - Episode 6_Subtitles_1

Oh, 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.

DENISE: 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've sold all 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's selling
precious birds and
who's 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.

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

There he is now.

Oh, 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.
-(CHUCKLES)

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?

Mmm.

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...

(SIGHS) 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.

CLARA: Arthur?

(SCOFFS) You're 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.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

KATHERINE: 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.

CLARA: Oh, Pauline...

(SIGHS) 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.

CLARA: Will you talk
all night long, Pauline?

I shall lie here until dawn
thinking of birds.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Gentlemen...

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...

(SOBBING) 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 shall 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.

MISS AUDREY: 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.
-(LAUGHING)

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 possess
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, um...

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

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

MISS AUDREY: Mr Moray, sir?

Feathers.

-Feathers?
-Yes, feathers.

They might be our theme
for ladies wear,

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.

EDMUND: 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...

EDMUND: I'm not 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.

Ahh!

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

Conrad Jessop.

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

(SIGHS)

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'll be at his mercy.

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

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

(SIGHS)

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?

(LAUGHING)

Almost. I won't last
forever 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, um...

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.

-It is time her father
respected that.
-Hmm.

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.

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

I mean what could be better?

The birds do look pretty.

But what I'm learning is
they're so clever.

Sometimes I think
they're cleverer than me.

The birds look at me now
like they know me.

SAM: 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 wouldn't... Oh, no!

PAULINE: Oh, Sam!
Oh, no! Oh, Sam!

-Oh, no!
-SAM: Don't worry,
I'm sure she's not gone far.

Sally?

-SAM: She might come back
of her own accord.
-Where's she gone?

I can't see her.

SAM: 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.

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.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

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.

(LAUGHING) 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?

JONAS: 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'm 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.

Hmm.

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.

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.

DENISE: 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?

-(KNOCK ON DOOR)
-Yes?

(DOOR SHUTS)

Mr Jonas, sir,
I would like to apologize.

My uncle has been anxious
just lately.

But he promises me
it was not him who made
those markings 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.

(CHIRPING)

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.

JONAS: 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.

-(KNOCK ON DOOR)
-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.

Oh... 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.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

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

Attacked?

Sir, Mr Dudley
is shouting at Mr Jonas.

Please, sir,
you ought to come.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Girls, ask yourselves,
is every corner of
ladies wear 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.

DUDLEY: 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?

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.

DUDLEY: 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.

(INAUDIBLE)

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

Thank you, Miss Audrey.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

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 ladies wear
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.

DENISE: 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.

PAULINE: 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'll 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 ladies wear now.

(LAUGHING)

Denise? What are you doing?

Denise?

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

As I wish, too.

(SOBBING)

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.

(DOOR OPENS)

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.

(TWITTERING)

Look.

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

DENISE: 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.

-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
-(CHUCKLES)

DUDLEY: She insisted.

She would brook
no reason nor imploring.

Thank you, Dudley.
(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

(DOOR OPENS)

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.

MORAY: 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 a 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.
If that matters to you.

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.