All language subtitles for The Paradise_S02E07_The Paradise Episode 7_Subtitles_1

[gentle music]

[gentle music]

[gentle music]

And this collodion apparatus,

is it an improvement
on the daguerreotype?

Mr. Weston, your knowledge
of my business shames me.

I've always felt a
kinship with photography

despite being a mere onlooker.

The power to hold a
mirror to your subject,

to glimpse uncompromising
truths, illusions,

it is extraordinary.

Ah, my special lady.

What a delightful
surprise, darling.

Isn't it?

Meet Mr. Cartwright,
a photographer of
considerable renown.

I thought it high time
for a family portrait.

-You're very welcome.
-It's my honour, Mrs. Weston.

I was just marvelling

at the depths of your
husband's knowledge.

He is a man of
considerable intellect.

And I am very lucky.

The good fortune runs both ways.

[Flora] Mama, come
stand next to me.

Flora, I must insist you
stop calling her that.

You know full well
Katherine is not your mama.

You will stand behind me.

[solemn music]

"As the thick mist
swept over the gardens,

Grace could no longer determine

whether it was day or night."

They don't have clocks, then?

"Fearful of sleep,

she resumed carving her
initials into the wall

with her red, raw fingers."

I could think of easier
ways to stay awake.

Quiet, you.

The final installment's
out this week.

We must make sure
we're up to date.

I'm counting the days.

How can you be so
consumed by a story?

This poor girl's on
her own, all isolated,

no one believing a thing
she says about this ghost.

That's because everybody knows

that there's no such
thing as ghosts.

Who says?

I've seen things.

You've imagined things.

[Clara] Welcome
back. How's Edmund?

I think he's over
the worst of it.

Moray was looking for you.

Thanks.

Is he not well?

-He looked a bit-
-Clara, I don't know.

"And there, at the window,

the pale apparition
that tormented her soul,

urging her to leave this place."

[Clara scoffs]

[solemn music]

Denise.

Denise, please.

I've missed you.

Whatever you're
thinking couldn't be
further from the truth.

It's true that I was
with Katherine but
I was there for us,

for The Paradise.

The situation is
not what it appears.

Nothing happened.

When my uncle was ill,
on the verge of death,

when I needed my fiance,

when I needed you next
to me, you were with her.

That happened.

Apologies, sir.

Miss Denise, Mr. Weston
has called everyone

to the great hall.

[Moray sighs]

Thank you, if you could
just put it there.

That's perfect.

If I could have your
attention, please?

I'd like to introduce you
all to someone very special.

An artist, a scientist,

one of the most
celebrated photographers
in all of the land,

Mr. Christian Cartwright.

-[all applauding]
-[people murmuring]

Every word a heinous untruth.

He's gorgeous.

He can cart to visit with
me any time he likes.

I've already taken the liberty

of drawing on
Christian's talents.

[all gasping]

I'll confess to you all,

being the owner of
a department store

wasn't something
that came naturally

to a man more used to
bayonets than bonnets.

[people chuckling]

And it has taken a little time

for us to get to
know each other.

But I've come to appreciate

that this is as much your
Paradise as it is mine.

So, each of you will have your
picture taken by Christian

to be individually framed
and hung in the gallery.

-[all exclaiming]
-[all applauding]

-Denise, please.
-John, don't.

[solemn music]

I am familiar with that look.

I have seen it in the mirror,

usually subsequent to an
encounter with John Moray.

I trust you enjoyed
your afternoon together.

He told you?

Then why do you
look so dismayed?

I don't know how you wish
me to respond, Mrs. Weston.

Oh, Denise, must you be
so perfect at all times?

You've won. Celebrate
your victory.

Moray desires only you.

And this cursed shop, of course.

Our kiss was nothing
more than an epilogue

to an arduous tale.

Please give my
best to your uncle.

[dramatic music]

[Denise panting]

[Dudley Sighs]

You kissed Katherine Weston?

At her instigation.

Have you parted company
with your senses?

At this juncture, that seems
as good a possibility as any.

Denise was securing investment

that could have
won The Paradise.

She sold Ballantine

the dream of you and
she running the place.

He was in agreement.
The money was there.

All the investment in the
world is frankly meaningless

without Tom Weston's
consent to sell.

Reckless and foolhardy
my plan may have been

but a plan it was.

Then my advice is,

you treat Denise in the
fashion she deserves.

Perhaps starting with the truth.

[door slams shut]

[bright music]

The collodion is the best of
all photographic processes,

giving your image a hitherto
unseen sharpness and clarity,

and meaning you can produce
an unlimited number of prints

from a single negative.

Hear that, Sam?

You can plaster your entire
room with pictures of yourself.

Some wallpaper.

I'll put you down for a
couple of rolls then, shall I?

How can you be an
artist and a scientist?

Oh, a perceptive question, uh...

Oh, Arthur, sir.

[Christian chuckles]

Take this lady here.

Miss, please.

The science is the process.

Biology, how she
lives and breathes.

Chemistry, the
elements in balance.

-Physics-
-How can she stay upright

after a night out
in The Three Crowns?

[all laughing]

And art.

The contours of her face
tell us she's beautiful.

But beyond the mere
physical aesthetic,

there lies something more, a
depth, a sadness in the eyes.

This lady's face tells
the story of pain.

Please, do not take offence.

I intend it as the
sincerest of compliments.

It's unlike any compliment
I've received before.

[chuckles] Allow
me to make amends.

Will you be the first to
have your photograph taken?

No.

Thank you.

Do you not approve, Clara?

I am delighted to look at
pictures of other people, sir.

[Tom] But of yourself?

I already know what I look like.

You are so wilful.

[bright music]

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[knocking on door]

Yes?

You wanted to see me, sir?

Mr. Cartwright's presence here

is an opportunity
not to be wasted.

I feel certain that the
popularity of photography

can be harnessed to
invigorate sales,

so I need some of
your wonderful ideas.

I'm sure you're right,
sir, but Mr. Moray-

Moray has been holding
you back, Denise.

I can see that now.

Fearful that you
will outshine him.

I cannot allow it.

You're too talented and I
need you to rise above it.

We shall meet later

to discuss your plans
for Mr. Cartwright.

Yes, sir.

How on this fine earth

did you come to
know of such things?

There was a portrait
photographer

three streets down
from where I grew up.

I did the old man's sitting,
thank you, till he gave in.

An apprenticeship?

He taught me everything.

And you still work together?

Our lives [sighs], well, they
took on the same composition

as the old man's portraits,
every day the same.

-So I went my own way.
-Fascinating.

So you just travel around
from place to place?

Hmm, searching for
that unique something.

Raw influence to
absorb and inspire.

I believe I found it.

What, here at The Paradise?

[Christian] Hmm, my muse.

You don't mean Clara?

I absolutely must
photograph her, Sam.

Help me.

What can I do to convince her?

I'm not sure any
amount of musing

will convince Clara of anything.

She is really quite
splendid, isn't she?

Denise, I mean.

In her future, I see
only rise upon promotion.

Yes, she is a rarity.

-You're obviously busy in here.
-I talked with Mr. Fenton.

A highly informative
conversation.

-Enlightening, you might say.
-[solemn music]

And it seems you've
overplayed your hand.

You've gambled and
lost everything.

Do you know, and this
may sound outlandish,

but it wouldn't surprise me

if Denise ran The
Paradise one day.

Oh, the irony of it all.

For a long time I actually
wanted rid of this place.

Is there something I can
assist you with, sir?

Do you have this in emerald
green to complement my eyes?

[chuckles] I think you're
in the wrong department.

I disagree.

And there is most definitely
something you can do for me.

Certainly, sir, as long
as it's not to question

why I don't want
my portrait taken.

Oh, that? No.

I already know why.

You presume too much, sir.

Not too much presumption

as an eye trained to perceive
what lies beyond the surface.

Clara, I apologise
most sincerely

for my ill-judged comments,

but the reason you do not want
me to take your photograph

is the precise reason
yours is the one

I'm absolutely obliged to take.

You may be obliged,
but I am not.

Please meet with me
and I'll show you.

Show me?

-Well, I can't just-
-I'll send word.

-Please.
-[women chattering]

I regret to inform you

the emerald green bonnet
is sadly out of stock.

I was thinking about
what you asked.

And then I had the idea

to open the photography
booth up to the public.

But most people already
have a portrait.

What we need is
something different.

And you're going to
tell me what that is.

Paradise postcards.

We create a Paradise backdrop

as the setting
for your postcard.

Customers have their
photograph taken

as a souvenir of their visit.

And on their mantelpiece,
in their home-

A photograph of The Paradise.

For all their friends to see

when they come round
for Sunday lunch.

It would extend The Paradise's
reach across the street

and customers could shop

while they wait for their
portrait to be developed.

Perhaps an incentive?

Say, 10% off everything
they purchase?

And since my uncle left me
as custodian of his shop-

How long until this
can be up and running?

[bright music]

[all exclaiming]

[Susy laughing]

It's fantastic.

That is quite something.

Look.

[all chattering]

There's someone in mine.

It's a ghost, look.

Did anyone else feel
that? The coldness.

It went right up
the back of my neck.

The front doors are open.

It's in The Paradise.

What if we're haunted?

[chuckling] I think
you're a bit suggestible.

Might be time for a break
from "The House on the Hill."

What on earth is that?

[Sam] Mr. Cartwright, will
you please talk some sense

into these unworldly,
gullible types?

[Christian] Yes, I forgot
to mention there was, um,

a problem with the exposure.

Why is it in mine
and no one else's?

Well, someone, a
customer perhaps,

must have momentarily
walked into view.

It creates a ghostly
trace of their presence.

I thought you might
like to see it.

These spooky apparitions are
all the fashion in London.

It's just looking down
on me, all threatening.

Mr. Cartwright's telling
you it's not real.

Ghosts, spirits, ghouls,
it's all in your head.

You can sit for another
one just as soon as I fix-

No.

[Christian] Really,
I assure you.

It's this magazine
sending them barmy.

"The House on the Hill," the
whole city's obsessed with it.

Yeah, but it's very good.

Look how the people react

to the very notion
of the supernatural.

This is a fantastic
business opportunity.

Hmm.

I propose The
Paradise takes 80%,

seeing as we're providing
the paying customers.

Without me, you wouldn't
have the apparatus

nor the expertise.

I propose The
Paradise takes 60%.

We're supplying the floor space

and The Paradise
as the backdrop.

70%.

Will you negotiate on
my behalf in the future?

[Denise chuckles]

Denise.

Might I speak with you, please?

I have somewhere I
need to be, excuse me.

-[bells chiming]
-[door slams shut]

It's time for you
to hear the truth.

Fenton agreed to put up the
funds to buy The Paradise.

And for my part,

I was to use my connection
with Katherine to drive a wedge

between her and her husband.

Remind her of the
closeness we once shared.

Make the situation so
unbearable that they might sell.

But the deeper I sank, the
more the waters became muddied,

and I realised I'm not a man

who can willingly
treat people's feelings

with such contempt.

I listened to Jonas and I took
an option presented to me.

It was a mistake.

And there's nothing
more to tell?

No.

-No more secrets.
-You're lying, John.

Mrs. Weston informed
me there was a kiss.

Where are we going?

I must be back in half an hour.

Why concern yourself

with a future that
might never happen?

'Cause I'll lose my position.

A pond!

A scene of natural beauty

is a story written over many
years, of good days and bad.

Each storm leaving
its indelible mark.

Without those turbulent times,

this landscape would not
possess its unique character.

And this is supposed to tell me-

To embrace your past.

You try to hide your pain

but it flows from
every part of you.

And it gives you beauty.

Is this an elaborate way of
enticing girls into your bed?

I wish only to
capture you in print.

Come.

I'll get dirt on me clothes.

Lean out as far as you can.

[solemn music]

Trust me.

There.

[scoffs] What am I looking at?

Yourself, Clara.

Such is your preoccupation with
what's happened in the past

or what may transpire
in the future,

you are missing out on
this present, here and now.

-You make it sound so simple.
-Because it is simple.

We are what we are.

This moment, here, now.

And that's all a
photograph is, a memento.

Do you now see how
beautiful you are?

I'm beginning to understand

Moray's obsession
with this place.

There is something
about this domain.

A kingdom in microcosm.

And every kingdom has
its all-powerful ruler.

Though we don't usually find
them wandering into the kitchen

in the dead of night.

Well, how could I resist,

when there are such delights
to be stumbled upon?

Well, thank you, kind sir.

Will you have a
drink with me, Clara?

-To your health.
-To yours.

-[glasses clinking]
-[solemn music]

Are you all right, sir?

[Tom scoffs]

Clara, forever
showing me kindness.

We are kindred spirits,
you and I, Clara.

We conceal our true selves,
our scars hidden from view.

I take comfort in the shadows.

You know, if you
ever needed anything,

would you like to
be in safe hands?

Protected, sheltered from harm?

I could be kind to you.

Consider my proposal.

You won't get a wink
if you do all those.

You told me it would
catch up with me.

And that I'd learn my lesson.

[Clara chuckles]

If you think I take any kind
of pleasure in your sorrow,

then, well, maybe just a little.

They kissed.

I'm sorry.

The one thing I keep wondering,

how can I still work here
and us not be together?

Denise, there are two types
of women in love stories,

the leading ladies
and the mistresses,

and we both know what you are.

The leading lady's man
does not take a mistress.

Honestly, did you really believe

Katherine would be jilted
at the altar for a shop girl

and not have her revenge?

Be thankful a kiss
is all it was.

Hey, think about what you've
endured to reach this point.

If you walk away and let
her win, it'll plague you.

She used to need me.

Despite all the independence,
Denise's qualities,

to certain extent, she
relied on me. [sighs]

Now I feel she's
altogether forgotten

loving me at all. [sighs]

Dudley, [sighs] I feel I have
trusted the wrong people,

heeded the wrong advice, and
now I feel I am done for.

Please tell me what to do.

The way I see it, there is
only one path you can take.

Its virtues are twofold.

Firstly, it'll take
your mind off all this.

Secondly, just maybe,
Denise will catch a glimpse

of the man she
fell in love with.

You get on with your job.

Circulation of this magazine

is greater than that
of "The London Times."

The final issue is
about to be released.

This is an opportunity

the man Denise fell in
love with would exploit

to its fullest degree.

[sighs] My mind is blank.

I don't think I can do
anything without her.

I have never doubted you, Moray.

But this is entirely of your
own making and yours to fix.

[Moray sighs]

[solemn music]

"The greyness of the weather

had permeated the innermost
reaches of Grace's mind.

Always a fog,
perception and reality

morphing into ephemeral,
long-forgotten concepts,

an impenetrable blanket
lay over her thoughts..."

"Old Jim was
hanging from a tree,

the force of life having long
since departed his body."

Oh, my heavens
above, poor Grace.

Wait, I've not finished.

[playful music]

What's she gonna do?

She's all alone now the
groundskeeper's killed himself.

Did he, though?

I'll wager the ghost
drove him to it.

[Susy] Oh, Henry has
to believe her in time.

Henry who wants to
have her committed?

I don't think so.

Susy, your clothes are moving.

Clara, don't encourage her.

I'm not joking.

[Clara gasps]

[Susy gasps]

It isn't...

[Myrtle screaming]

It's here.

It's here! [screaming]

-Sam?
-[Susy screaming]

Shh.

What are you doing?

-[Sam laughing]
-[Denise laughing]

-You're a dead man!
-Oh, oh!

-You're a dead man!
-[Sam laughing]

-Dead!
-[Denise laughing]

Dead!

Oh, my.

[solemn music]

[Denise sobbing]

[Clara] Come here.

I'm fine. [sniffles]

You don't need to pretend.

I have been thinking.

You could do with a rest,

a change of scenery,
somewhere abroad.

Perhaps you could spend
the autumn in the Alps.

Recuperate, get back
to your old self.

That sounds wonderful.

After all, you
seem so distracted

over this business with Moray.

It would do you good,
don't you agree?

Flora and I were just
talking the other day

about taking a trip somewhere.

Flora won't be going.
She'll remain here.

But for all our sakes,
you need some time away.

I think it would be best
for Flora to be with me.

Do you know how
humiliating it was for me

to have to endure the gory
details of Mr. Fenton's plan?

How he and Moray fabricated
his interest in you

as part of their ploy?

And you were duped into
believing Moray [chuckles]

actually desired you.

I shall make the arrangements.

There you go.

It wouldn't half
warm Edmund's cockles

to see Lovett's like this.

Thank you, Myrtle.

Brisk trade you've drummed
up there, Miss Denise.

Your services are now
required back in The Paradise.

Why?

There's an urgent venture

with which Mr. Moray
needs your help.

-What sort of venture?
-I'll leave that to him.

But this is my...

Please, Mr. Dudley, being in
his presence is unbearable.

Denise, if you are not
capable of doing your job,

then what exactly is the
purpose of your employment

at The Paradise?

He's gonna fire me for
neglecting my duties, I know it.

[Moray and Dudley chattering]

What are you doing back here?

I'm not entirely sure.

Has he seen me
reading on the job?

Susy.

I'm reliably informed
the amount of time

you've spent reading
these surpasses anyone.

It's true, I admit it.

I read them every
chance I get. [chuckles]

Good, because I met
with the publishers

of "The House on the Hill,"

and The Paradise
will host a launch

to the final instalment.

There'll be copies here?

Thousands of them
before anywhere else,

and I require someone

who has an intimate
knowledge of the series.

Poisoned plum pudding, sir.

Poison?

Well, everyone
knows in the story,

the lead character believes
she is being poisoned.

Perfect.

Perfect, we offer
them to customers

as they enter the great hall

or as an enticement
on the street.

Nightdresses, sir.

Grace's nightdress is described

in such intimate and
luxurious detail,

I doubt there's a lady out
there that doesn't desire one.

Thank you, Susy.

Denise is here to help with
the launch of the magazine.

Wonderful.

Shall we go and discuss it?

[gentle music]

If we can make this a success,
if we can sell enough copies,

the publisher has promised me

the launch of the first
instalment of the next series

and a double-page advertisement
in the inside cover.

Sounds wonderful.

I'm just trying to ascertain
what you need me for.

Oh, the very same qualities
for which I always need you.

Everything seems taken care of.

Susy's ideas are perfect.

Susy's ideas were exactly
what people will expect.

We must deliver more, the
unexpected, the spectacular.

As you have with
your photographer.

I believe I should leave
you two to discuss.

No, Dudley, you stay just there.

Neither Denise nor I would
allow personal wrangles

to affect vital
Paradise business.

Would we, Denise?

No.

How much time do we
have before the launch?

[bright music]

Mrs. Weston.

I implore you not
to think me vain.

[laughing] A second time is
an honour and a privilege.

Flora, please.

I just hope your presence here

doesn't indicate dissatisfaction
with the first photograph.

On the contrary, I
found it so delightful

I'm compelled to
sit for you again.

Will Papa be joining us?

This is just for you
and me, my darling.

If we are ever apart, you'll
have one and I'll have one.

That means we will always
be close to each other.

But you promised that
we would never be apart.

I know.

And I shall do everything
possible to keep that promise.

This is just in case.

Watch Mr. Cartwright at work.

See how adroit he is.

[chuckling] I'm practised,
Flora, that is all.

Take heed, practise
makes perfect.

Flora, what say we
remove your chair, hmm?

-There.
-[gentle music]

[camera shutter clicks]

[Clara] I've never seen
Mrs. Weston look like this.

You're not the only one with
a share of suffering, Clara.

You haven't known me
more than five minutes.

What gives you the right
to speak to me like that?

Perhaps because I like you.

Well, you have a strange
way of showing it.

Was it a man?

[Clara sighs]

Yes, it was.

Just some pathetic little
dalliance that ruined my life.

I'm only trying to understand-

What?

What do you wanna know?

He was married.

I had his child.

[solemn music]

I, uh...

I gave up my little girl

because I couldn't
look after her.

Every day I tell myself
I did it for her.

But I don't believe it.

[Clara sighs]

Will that feed your
curiosity enough, Christian?

I wish you could be
kinder to yourself.

I thought we would
stack the issues here

in great towers and
visible from the street.

And as long as we
publicise adequately,

the name alone should be enough

to draw people through the door.

But what stops people
from buying their copy

and walking right out again?

Precisely, once they
come through the door,

we need to keep them here.

You've seen firsthand the
allure of photography.

Perhaps there's some way you
can harness that same spirit.

Is it possible to create fog?

Fog?

Christian says life
is about experiences

and a photograph is
about capturing a moment

so you can return to that
experience whenever you wish.

I suppose that's the reason

that people become so
enchanted with these stories.

It's an escape to another world.

What if we were to
give them that world?

If we had fog here
in the great hall.

As they come through,
group by group, it would be

as if they were walking into
"The House on the Hill" itself.

I'll wager Christian
could create something.

[bright music]

What we would need
would be darkness,

bringing the forest indoors,
leading the way to the house.

I've started on the plum
pudding recipe, Mr. Moray.

And the customers
will come in here

and take them directly
from the tray.

Come into my kitchen?

Yes, but you are
no longer Myrtle.

You are, uh, what's the name
of the cook in the story?

-Mary.
-Mary.

For the launch of the magazine,

The Paradise is going
to be transformed

into "The House on the Hill."

Every room a
different experience.

And Mary will bake a
poisoned plum pudding.

[Myrtle] Oh.

They'll want a ghost, so
we must give them one.

-Christian, can it be done?
-Yes, it's possible.

Their journey will
end at the same place

as the final instalment,
in Grace's bedroom.

Then they must wait
until they arrive here

and then we give them the chance

to purchase the final edition.

Once they've walked
through the entire store.

And Christian will be here

to capture a memento
of their experience.

-Thank you, Denise.
-We haven't done it yet.

But we will.

I just wanted to
bid you good night.

Why are you dressed
so extravagantly?

For The Paradise's big event.

I hear they've
transformed the place.

Oh, did I not inform you?

You will remain here while
Flora accompanies me.

But it's an important
business event for you.

And without me to look after
her, Flora may get in the way.

My Arthur will
take care of Flora.

You're the one more
likely to get in the way.

And you're looking
a little tired.

Perhaps you need to rest.

[solemn music]

[crowd chattering]

[eerie music]

How much longer can we wait?

Just a little more.

-There they are.
-The publishers?

[playful music]

Whenever you're
ready, Miss Denise.

Excuse me.

Miss Denise.

Ready to serve you, sir.

[crowd murmuring]

So, ladies and gentlemen.

Inside this here building
resides the final instalment

of "The House on the Hill."

[crowd murmuring]

Do you believe in ghosts?

-[Man] Oh, yeah.
-[crowd murmuring]

Will Henry save Grace's
life before it's too late?

[crowd murmuring]

Be our guests if you be so bold.

-[all exclaiming]
-[suspenseful music]

[playful music]

Grace and Henry foresaw
a blissful life together.

But on the eve of their
wedding, this mist, a mist,

a mist so thick and
unnatural, they say,

settled on the
house on the hill,

[thunder rumbling]

trapping Grace as its prisoner.

Each time she tried to
escape, she was prevented.

A ghostly figure
watching her every move.

-[dramatic music]
-[all gasping]

[woman screaming]

-[all gasping]
-[rope creaking]

Do you believe, as Gracie did,
that her food was poisoned?

Madam, would you
dare dine with Henry?

-It is the husband.
-Gracie's husband.

[crowd murmuring]

Would you like to know
what's for pudding?

Mary, pudding.

[crowd gasping]

-It's here.
-Oh, no.

-Yes, it's the plum pudding.
-Which one will you take?

-It's poisoned.
-Beware.

You must choose wisely.

When Moray proposed this to me,

I must admit I wasn't convinced.

But it has turned out to be
quite the theatrical event.

Later, I will send Flora home.

When I have concluded my
business with the publishers,

you will find my
carriage waiting outside.

[dramatic music]

What if it isn't scary enough?

Have faith, they're coming.

It would serve you
best to keep up.

Follow the ghost.

She leads the way
to Grace's bedroom.

[thunder rumbling]

And Grace retreated
here, to this bedroom.

After months of suffering,
of wretched mental torment,

as nobody believed that
she was being haunted

by the ghost of
Henry's dead wife.

Worse, much worse, was
Gracie began to doubt

what she was seeing
with her own eyes.

She began to wonder whether
she was losing her mind.

If you look closely here, madam,

you'll see, where using
only her fingernails,

she scratched her
initials into the wall.

-[ghost snarls]
-[customer screams]

[crowd laughing]

Now without further ado,
ladies and gentlemen,

who would like to be the first
lucky person in all the land

to own the final instalment
of "The House on the Hill?"

-[dramatic music]
-[crowd murmuring]

Here we go. Fantastic.

Right, and don't forget
to have your photo taken

with the ghost on the way out.

-Thank you.
-[coins clinking]

-[crowd chattering]
-[playful music]

The world's not a fair place.

All your doing and
who takes the credit?

Do not concern yourself, Dudley.

Let him take the battle
because my war is won.

You were right.

I needed to remind Denise

of the man she fell in love
with in the first place.

The Paradise needs you both.

And look at what you
can achieve together.

[solemn music]

[Clara sighs]

[Tom sighs]

I am considering

whether I might accept
your offer of a photograph.

Considering?

You might have the good grace

to let a girl believe she
is still to be won over.

That was clumsy
of me, I'm sorry.

Can I try again?

Or we could just
take the photograph.

[Tom sighs]

-[tapping on carriage]
-Drive on.

Hmm, I feel like royalty,
sitting here, posing.

I think you rather like it.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I will hang a portrait
of meself above me bed

so I can see it every
morning when I wake.

You make a joke of
everything that matters.

Do I? Hmm.

Well, you speak as if you
know every inch of my soul.

You don't and neither
do your pictures.

[Christian chuckling]

Are you laughing at me now?

At myself.

I've always been a know-it-all,

but I can't seem to help myself.

I wish I could.

Yes, you might be
an attractive man

if you'd just shut
up for five minutes.

I should button
my lip more often.

But I will say one thing.

You see, I can't help myself.

Go then, say it.

The most beautiful
thing about you

is that you have no idea
how beautiful you are.

[gentle music]

[Denise] Mr. Weston says

the publishers thought
it was spectacular,

beyond their wildest dreams.

You know, I saw one
of them actually jump

-when Sam revealed the ghost.
-[Denise chuckles]

All of the plum puddings sold.

Oh, thank god.

That means we don't have
to eat them ourselves.

We still make a
formidable team, Moray.

That we do, Denise.

Denise, [sighs] I'm so sorry.

I know.

[John] Can you ever forgive me?

Of course I can.

You do know the kiss, it
was a horrible mistake.

I know it sounds absurd, but
genuinely, I was acting for us.

I only went to such lengths

because I was so desperate
for what we had today

to be our future.

Why did you feel the
need to act alone,

to hide your plans from me?

It's from a desire
to protect you.

But I do not want, nor
do I need protection.

You must make allowances
for a man shielding his love

from the murkiness
of men and business.

You are my most prized
possession, even
over The Paradise.

[solemn music]

I fear you will
never understand.

No matter the
depth of your love,

it does not equate to ownership.

I am not your possession.

I refuse to live in a box
marked my little champion.

I'm sorry, John.

[gentle music]

[gentle music]