All language subtitles for The.Paradise.S01E02.1080p.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-squalor

(Theme music playing)

Where did you vanish
to on Saturday night?

Oh, wouldn't you like to know?

That big-nosed girl had you
buying her drinks all night.

For nothing, I'll
bet! (Laughing)

Don't bite, Sam, or
they'll only keep at you.

Oh, I didn't see the boys queuing
up to buy you a drink, pauline.

I didn't see any boys
even looking at yous.

Oh, he can be vinegar
when he wants to, can't he?

I don't know why
you had to go outside,

you were just about
kissing big nose at the bar.

It wasn't big. It was striking.

(Laughing)

Far be it for me, sir, to
take up mr Dudley's role,

but if we are to
give flowers away...

Goodwill, miss Audrey.

Which is another way
of saying "advertising".

Moray: Ah!

Pink. Perfect.

Dudley, let's have a pink floral display
in the windows with silks and satins.

Ladies will unwittingly carry our
message on every street of the city.

Oh, Katherine, you
told me this was a shop.

This isn't a shop.

- This is a kind of heaven.
- (Chuckles)

Well, you must spoil yourself a little,
jocelin, and if you won't, then I will.

Jocelin: I don't
know where to start.

Perhaps I could suggest,
ma'am, that you start with gloves.

No, that's not as
silly as it sounds.

Once your hands feel the
pleasure of comfort and elegance,

you shall attack the rest of the
store, bounding in confidence.

I know what you're thinking.
This is all talk and trickery.

But what I am thinking is if I can just
keep this lady here one more minute,

then perhaps she
will try on, say...

the mousquetaire?

No... the lace.

I would dearly like
to try on the lace.

Oh! You were
right, what you said,

the pleasure of comfort.

I will take the lace.

(Gasps) Look! Deerskin.

I don't think I can
resist deerskin.

And the evening gloves are
so delightful. I'll take those, too.

Jocelin, I said
spoil yourself a little.

Oh, after month upon month of
living in the middle of nowhere,

- i feel I've wandered into paradise.
- You have, ma'am.

It says so above the door.

Moray!

Let me introduce you to
my dearest friend, jocelin.

I've heard a great deal
about you, mrs brookmire.

Katherine's compliments were
fulsome, but not fulsome enough.

Welcome to my store.

I am utterly enchanted.

I suspect I might spend the
whole of my holiday right here.

- (All chuckle)
- (Footsteps approaching)

(Gasps) Flowers!

Moray: Yes. It occurred
to miss Audrey that...

Perhaps I should let
her tell you herself.

A small gesture
to our customers.

A present to extend good cheer.

Perhaps you might pay us
the compliment and be the first

to accept one of
our paradise pinks?

I would be delighted!

Sam, do the honours
for mrs brookmire.

Moray: Courtesy requires I present
miss glendenning with her flower.

What is your name?

Sam, ma'am.

The rhyme was an
extra treat for free.

(Giggles)

Thank you, darling, for
being so kind to jocelin.

The paradise seems to
have swept away her sadness.

Hmm, you surprise me, she
doesn't seem sorrowful at all.

Jocelin is only effusive
when she is unhappy.

Life is made all the more
interesting by the mysteries of women.

There! Comely in pink.

(Women chattering)

What is it, Denise?

Sorry, sir, I wasn't dawdling.

You were watching those
ladies. What were you thinking?

Nothing, sir, I...

Only, it came into
my mind that... no.

Yes, yes, yes. Go on.

"Miss paradise pink".

The prettiest lady
wearing one of our flowers

might be given a
prize and declared as

miss paradise pink.

To celebrate a
lady's loveliness.

What woman wouldn't want it?

It would bring them into the
store, just to see who else is here,

who else believes
they might win.

The whole store, buzzing
with beautiful women,

each trying to be more
glittering than the rest.

How clever, Denise!
What a wonderful idea!

We must do it.

Mr moray, sir.

You cannot... I mean...

I would be grateful if you did not
tell miss Audrey that this was my idea.

Ah, yes. Well...

I can see why she might find your
presence rather alarming, Denise.

Leave it with me.

And thank you.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Laughing)

Jocelin: Oh, so
many temptations.

I can't make up my mind.

Miss Audrey, where is the girl
who helped me last time I was here?

Ah, Denise.

Denise, make yourself visible.

You must have her, jocelin.
She is quite something.

How may I help you, ladies?

I feel I could purchase
everything I lay my eyes on.

Isn't it wonderful?

She has selected a
number of items, sir,

but does not have in her purse
the means to purchase them.

Well, let her put
them on account.

Moray, this is not
how we do business.

Then we shall be the first.

(Gasping)

Moray: Look at her.
She's all we've hoped for,

a woman who sees every
temptation and resists none.

Dudley: And pays
for none either.

Her husband
will settle the bill.

If we can snare this class of
woman into indulging herself,

then we shall be
as rich as they are.

Mrs brookmire,

might I propose that we dispense
with the vulgarities of cash

for a lady of your estimation

and simply record your
purchases for future settlement?

Moray, the hunt is next week

and it would mean so much
to me if you would come along.

My darling, I'm a draper
who has done rather well.

I have no place at the
hunt, nor do I ever want one.

Oh, you do amuse me with your
pretence of still being a working man.

They make such a radiant couple.

It's a shame Teddy couldn't
accompany you this time, jocelin.

You know how it is.

As soon as you plan a trip,
the railways conjure a crisis.

- Teddy is, of course, indispensable.
- (Both chuckle)

Mrs brookmire. You're wearing your
paradise pink. How gracious of you.

I'm told you've
ordered three dresses.

Might I suggest
you move to our city?

Time to go in.

Am I neglecting you?

- Not at all.
- You would tell me?

I am just so glad to see
you so in love, Katherine.

Who can blame you?
He is such a man.

And he is clearly
drunk at the sight of you.

I am sure we'll find some
time to talk in the morning

and you can tell
me all of your news.

Lord glendenning: Jocelin.

All right.

So, which one's the ace?

I saw you put it in the middle.

Five guineas says
you can't find it.

You're on.

Ah!

That's 20 guineas
you owe me so far.

Write it down.

I'll be a rich man
before the night is over.

- How do you do it?
- (Door opening)

Oh, Denise! Sam
helped me fix the door.

He's quite the dab hand.

Aye, it's cost you
20 guineas, though.

(Laughing) Sit down, Denise.

I got a bottle of
port somewhere.

- Oh, I'm sure Sam has plans for the evening.
- No, not tonight.

I've got to wash my
hair, put my curlers in.

(Laughing) Sit down, sit down.

I was beginning to
worry about my uncle.

You seem to have cheered him up.

Ah, I cheer everyone
up. I have a knack.

(Denise chuckles)

Denise, all the talk from
the other girls, it's not true.

It's none of my business.

If it was your business,
I would like that.

No, you wouldn't.

I'd tease you more
than the other girls do.

The way I am, Denise,
I'm the same with everyone.

I like people.

I joke with Edmund, I
tease the customers.

I like fun.

I had noticed you're
not exactly coy.

- I just want you to like me.
- I do like you.

Like me as in "like me"? Or like me
as in "kiss me till my lips are sore"?

(Chuckles) I'm surprised

your lips aren't already sore
from all the talking you're doing.

I warn you, a lad like
me will be snapped up.

- Shh!
- And you'll spend your old age full of regret.

Good night, Sam.

Sam: Hiya, Pete, you all right?

Oh, yes, this hat is charming.

I'm not sure this shade matches
my complexion. I'm too pale.

I think I will take a second
hat in another colour.

Perhaps, mrs brookmire, you
might prefer this hat in green.

Please don't feel you
have to take the pink.

I will buy the pink.

And the same hat in green.

And I shall have
another in burgundy.

You believe there's something
improper about my order?

No, ma'am.

Only it is a little unusual that a lady
buy the same hat in three colours.

I know what I am doing.

I will write up
your order, ma'am.

I have a notion, miss Audrey.

You do, sir? Is it good?

I think it might be
rather marvellous.

- Oh.
- Miss paradise pink.

Oh, miss paradise pink. Yes,
that is marvellous, mr moray, sir.

What is it?

I will make an award for
the most attractive lady

- wearing one of our pink flowers.
- Oh...

I think that will make a
glorious promotion, mr moray.

Especially in
your hands, it will.

Oh? But, sir, we are ladieswear.

I want this promotion to have a
flair to it that only you can provide.

- I know you will expand it...
- Mmm.

Add to it, make it sizzle.

If what you wanted was for her to
spend freely, it's certainly working.

Her bill will make
her husband shudder.

Oh, the tribulations
of you married men.

(Breathing heavily)

Mrs brookmire, is
something wrong?

I fear I might faint.

(Breathlessly) Please don't
let them see me like this.

- Away.
- Not here.

-Not here!
-Right, take my arm. All right? All right?

Just rest here a moment.

I suddenly felt
weak and desolate.

(Voice breaking)
It all felt too much.

The paradise could
do that to people.

No, it is not the
paradise. It is me!

It all felt too much.

Please, I can't let
them see me like this.

How do I get back?

(Breathing raggedly)

Give me your shoe.

We'll say you
twisted your ankle.

You can cry as much as you like
and no one will be any the wiser.

(Chuckles)

(Whispering) Thank you, Sam.

(Grunts)

Miss paradise pink!

Mr moray has entrusted us
to vitalise this special event.

Ladieswear. Under my leadership,

we are to embellish
and implement.

First we must order
and distribute the flowers.

What else might we consider?

Pauline?

Mr moray himself might choose
the lady who wins the prize.

Splendid. Splendid.

And the lady must
be in the store,

wearing her flower
in order to be chosen,

because it might happen
at any time during the day.

What's the prize, ma'am?

We are authorised to settle upon
a reward at our own discretion.

I think a hat.

No...

A dress.

A pink dress! There, we have it.

Or perhaps if any of you
might like to enrich the situation?

Denise, you are quiet today.

Perhaps, miss Audrey,

in order to win, the customer
must have purchased one item

on the day of the prize-giving.

Oh, I think that might be rather
tasteless. But I will consider it.

And be presented with
a garland of flowers.

And the lady might have
her picture in the newspaper.

- Yes, that is...
- And

have her picture hung up in
the paradise, wearing the dress.

Splendid.

- Splendid.
- And suppose we were to hang the empty picture frame

in the store so that every lady might
imagine herself as the one filling it?

My thoughts exactly.

One boy looked at me twice
last week. Boys do look at me.

Clara, don't I have
drinks bought for me?

Oh, pauline. It was
one little jibe days ago.

Can't you just forget about it?

If he'd said such a thing to me,

I'd have kicked his
kneecaps into his chin.

What he is... Sam...
He's a big mouth.

He says things about me, but I
know what people say about him.

- What do they say?
- Girls.

- (Doorbell ringing) - Pauline:
Girls say that Sam is a naughty boy.

A rogue. A charmer. A flirt.

- (Door closing)
- A ladies man.

I feel rather like a charlatan.

Katherine insisted I stay
at home, rest my foot.

(Laughing)

You wanted to speak
with me, ma'am?

I didn't summon you, Sam.

I simply requested you come
along so I could thank you.

Please, sit down.

You'll have a drink?

- Um, aye.
- Would you pour?

(Pouring wine)

I have a small gift for you,

to show my gratitude
for your heroics.

Hardly what you'd call
heroics, mrs brookmire.

But I'm grateful
for your kindness.

Snapping a lady's heel

isn't exactly the
crown of gallantry.

Please, call me jocelin.

I can't bear to be so formal
after what you've done for me.

Jocelin's a very pretty name,

but mrs brookmire
comes easier to a draper.

I might get above myself
if I'm not too careful.

I didn't know wine was
supposed to taste this soft.

It's like drinking silk.

Hmm...

Not that I've ever drunk silk to
know what drinking silk's like.

(Jocelin chuckles)

I'm glad it was
you who found me.

You saved me a great deal of
embarrassment and explaining.

Do you not want to know
what it was that so affected me?

All I know is what I
saw, mrs brookmire.

You were in need of help.

Wealth is not happiness, Sam.

(Chuckles)

Privilege is not contentment.

(Quivering)

I'm sorry.

When I am enjoying
myself, I seem to be worse.

There are times when...

i feel I must tell someone.

I want to tell you because...

Why do I feel like
you will understand?

I cannot talk to Katherine.
She is so happy. How can I?

Since I have come here, I've been pretending
it is a normal visit, but it isn't.

Please, promise me
you won't tell anyone.

Aye. It's none of
my business, ma'am.

I have left my husband!

I thought that I might die if I
remain there one more day.

I have not felt warmth or
tenderness for the longest time.

(Jocelin sobbing)

Jocelin!

What has this man done?

Sam.

Sam, what is it?

- I should never have gone out there.
- Gone where?

- What was I thinking?
- What's happened?

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

Look at me. We are friends.

I was invited up to the
glendenning's house by mrs brookmire.

Something happened. It's all...

I can't believe, it's so stupid!

They found me kissing
her. Her kissing me.

- So I just ran!
- Mrs brookmire kissed you?

Denise, what am I gonna do?

Well...

There's only one
thing you can do.

Tell the truth.

Who is this man?

He is a draper, your
lordship. Sam is a good lad.

He is clearly not a "good lad".

And I take it you will relieve
him of his position immediately.

- I will speak to Sam.
- What is there to speak about?

Do you doubt my word?

I saw the state mrs
brookmire was in.

Sam will be removed from the store
first thing in the morning, your lordship.

It is only to spare mrs brookmire
the indignity of a court hearing

that we're not pressing charges.

We are most
grateful, your lordship.

Sir, it is my understanding that Sam
was here at mrs brookmire's invitation.

What does that matter, hmm?

It was a kindness on her behalf.

Are you attempting to suggest
some impropriety on her part?

Oh! Far from it, sir.

We only wish to make sense
of why this shop assistant

should have the audacity
to come to your house.

May I ask how mrs
brookmire is now, sir?

She is recovering.

(Clears throat) She
was deeply shocked.

We simply wish to know,
sir, if it might be possible for us

to make an apology
to mrs brookmire.

She is too distressed.
Uh, we all are.

The draper will be dismissed
and the matter will be forgotten.

Katherine.

Excuse me, I didn't mean
to leave without seeing you.

I imagined you'd
be with jocelin.

How is she, ma'am?

I doubt whether
she will sleep tonight.

(Sighs) I doubt whether
I will sleep tonight.

Please offer her our
sincere regrets, ma'am.

Would it be appropriate for
us to send her some flowers?

It would be appreciated.
Thank you, Dudley.

This is a sensitive matter for a
lady of mrs brookmire's standing.

We will do everything we can to
contain knowledge of what happened here.

Yes. Thank you.

It is most considerate of you,
Dudley, to think of these things.

Darling...

You are quiet.

I might have expected
you to be more exercised

that one of your employees should
cause such distress to my dearest friend.

I am concerned,
Katherine, I promise you.

But I expect loyalty
from my staff,

so I must show
them the same regard

until such a time as it is clear
that they no longer deserve it.

(Stammers) This clearly is
one of those moments, is it not?

Well, that is what I
intend to determine.

(Footsteps approaching)

My dear, we'll arrange for you to
be taken home first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

I fear I'm too weak to travel.
Perhaps in a day or two.

Of course. Um,

if you'd like me to
call for the doctor?

I'm sure if I just rest...

Oh, well. Then
I'll send for Teddy.

No. No...

I... it would distress him.
Does he have to know?

He ought to be told.

He'll want to take care of you.

Let me tell him.

It might make
things easier for him.

(Door opening)

We must get you to bed, jocelin.

A hot drink for
both of us, I think.

(Door shuts)

(Girls chattering)

Whoa, he's not so
chirpy this morning, is he?

Oh, did big nose
write you a note?

Yeah! "Thanks for the drink
but now I'm looking for a man!"

(Girls laughing)

Sam, you have to tell
mr moray what happened.

I'm finished. I'm finished.

- No, Sam, wait!
- Denise! Assist!

Miss Audrey: I must decide where
we will hang the miss paradise portrait.

We must hang it where
it cannot be missed.

By the front entrance is wrong.

We must use it to draw the
ladies deeper into the store.

- I think at the rear of the store, Denise.
- (Sam knocking on door)

What do you think of the rear?

- Did you kiss her?
- There was a kiss, sir.

Ah, but what I did wrong
was I let her kiss me.

Mrs brookmire is a married
woman of some standing.

Are you asking us to believe, Sam,
that she made improper advances on you?

I am, sir, because it is true.

I swear it on my mother's name.

If I may, mr moray?

Sam, I've heard there
was an incident in the store.

I went over to her because the
heel of her shoe had snapped off.

Why didn't you ask permission
before going off on such a rendezvous?

I just didn't think.

Perhaps you chose to kept
it secret because you thought

mrs brookmire would be
vulnerable to your advances.

No, sir, never.

Never.

If she insists I was improper and I
swear I am innocent, that's it, isn't it?

I'll be dismissed.

Because of who
she is, and who I am.

Your word means as much to
me as any member of the gentry,

so long as you're
telling the truth.

(Moray clears throat)

You will work in the delivery
yard until the matter is resolved.

Mr moray, if you take
me from my counter,

everyone in the store
will believe I did wrong.

Let me stay on the
shop floor, sir, please.

You should consider yourself
fortunate to be even standing there, Sam.

That is all.

(Door closes)

I don't understand.

I found a card with
them, to the draper,

from jocelin.

Just thanking him
for his gallantry.

The gift's rather an excessive
reward for such a small gesture.

It is her way.

Jocelin has been quite
extravagant ever since she arrived.

Papa...

You mustn't doubt her.

I couldn't bear that.

You saw the
furniture turned over.

You saw her slapping his face.

I did, my dear. You're correct.

And to think that jocelin might
be capable of doing such a thing

to her husband is
beyond countenance.

We can forget about these.

Can't we, papa?

Miss Audrey.

I have the card to
send to mrs brookmire

to invite her to come to the store
and try on the hats she's ordered.

Your words form a statement,
Denise, but your face wears a question.

I wanted to ask, miss
Audrey, should I send it?

Of course we must send it.

We shall act as though mrs
brookmire has done no wrong.

For mrs brookmire
has done no wrong.

I see a thought, Denise.

When I was serving
mrs brookmire,

she seemed to me
to be deeply troubled.

The significant words there,
Denise, were "seemed to me".

Seemed.

What you offer,
girl, is opinion.

Opinion is dangerous
in a department store.

-But Sam...
-Sam is a dear boy. I am very fond of him.

Then shouldn't we tell
mr moray what I saw?

Indeed not.

You are forbidden, Denise,
forbidden to interfere in this matter.

I warn you, to
venture into this matter

would only bring
peril into your own life

and disrepute to the
name of ladieswear.

But if you are fond of Sam...

Fondness is sometimes
outweighed by necessity.

I must further instruct you to stay
away from Sam. Do you understand?

Yes, miss Audrey.

You understand but you
have little intention to conform.

So be it.

Have the card delivered
to mrs brookmire.

Girls!

As we adorn each
lady with a pink,

we must swell her
hope with a compliment.

Madam, you dazzle.

(Footsteps approaching)

Denise!

Why so forlorn?

The paradise isn't the paradise
without Sam at his counter, sir.

(Sighs)

Sometimes, it's enough
to survive another day.

Yes, sir.

You'll learn, Denise,

if we bend a little,
then we do not break.

But, mr moray, if
Sam's innocent...

With someone like
lord glendenning,

it is as well not to
tell him he's wrong,

no matter how much
we believe in Sam.

Some people, let's
call them... Our betters,

if we want them to
come into this store,

we must practise the
art of letting them believe

they are the masters
of every situation,

whilst we seek more
subtle ways to win the day.

Where I come from
we call it playing canny.

(Chuckles)

Yes.

(Softly) It is best not to let
them know what we're thinking.

Especially, what
we think of them.

Lord glendenning: Ah!

Ma'am.

How thoughtful of moray.

What shall we do today?

You don't have to make
an effort for me, darling.

We can sit in the sun all morning
and play cards, if you prefer.

I feel I would benefit from
some activity or, well, some fun.

Yes. Moray has assured me the
young man has been dismissed,

so this matter will
pass by promptly.

The sooner you
enjoy some sunshine,

the sooner you will shake
off this dreadful incident.

That is what we all want.

Jocelin, I promised moray I would
speak to him today about a riding trip.

Would you mind terribly if I
slip away for a couple of hours?

Not at all.

I'm sure you long to
see each other every day.

Pauline: Where is he, then?

He's still working
in the delivery yard.

Mmm, he's hiding, for shame.

He must be scared.

Why must you think so ill of
Sam? He needs his friends.

Why do you think so well of him?

Pauline: You don't
know him like we do.

Oh, perhaps you've
taken a fancy to Sam.

What you don't know, Denise, is that a
couple of months ago he left a girl crying.

- What do you think of that?
- Shh! Not so loud, pauline.

Why was she crying?

Why do you think?
Hands like snakes.

Pauline: I think he did it. I think
he went to that house and he did it.

I heard that you were walking out
with Sam the other night, Denise.

Not walking out. Not like that.

Be careful, Denise.

Sam can be all cheek
and fun and jokes,

but in the end I know
what he is... a boy.

Sam, what you doing out here?

I'm working.

What happened to your counter?

You were star turn the last
time I looked. (Laughing)

Edmund, I'm busy. I haven't got
time, I have to get on with my work.

- Has something happened?
- No, this is a promotion.

I just came over to see if
you wanted to come over later,

have a drink, game of cards?

That would be appreciated.

Our Denise will be there.
I thought you'd like that.

I would. I'm not sure she will.

Oh, of course she will.

You're just what she
needs, a lad like you.

I saw the way you two
were looking at each other.

I'll tell you, it lifted my
heart an inch or two.

Edmund, a woman, a very rich
woman, says I tried to kiss her,

- to take advantage of her.
- That's terrible.

I've no way to
prove my innocence.

All day I've been thinking the best thing
might be for me to be a hundred miles away.

- See you tonight.
- Aye.

(Sam grunts)

I am sure you'll appreciate

that mr moray has put himself
at great risk by keeping you on.

If something like this
has happened before,

- you'd be wise to tell mr moray about it.
- What do you mean?

If you did have a history
of preying on women,

it will come to light.

Oi, that's not true!

Why would you say that?

My concern, gentlemen, is that
no customer has ever purchased

so very much and
in such a flourish.

And, well, since the lady
in question has an account,

my question is, are
we to present her bill?

We now face a dilemma
in calling in her account.

I don't see why.

It may seem insensitive
in the extreme to send a bill

to a lady who's been assaulted
by one of our employees.

But if we don't send her a statement, we
may seem to accept her version of events.

Gentlemen...

I have some intelligence which
I feel you ought to be aware of.

One of my girls
witnessed mrs brookmire

in what can only be described
as an unstable condition.

Which of your girls told
you this, miss Audrey?

Oh, since the girl came to me

in fear of becoming embroiled
in this unpleasant scandal, sir,

I feel honour bound
to protect her identity.

Yes, of course.

Most considerate
of you, miss Audrey.

I can vouch for the integrity of
the tale and the teller, gentlemen.

And to add my own
spoonful of sentiment,

Sam is one of us.

And a fine lad.

If I lose my job because
of this, I shan't get another.

- I don't think mr moray will sack you.
- Aye.

He will have to.
Denise, I did charm her.

Of course I did. I fussed
over her. I complimented her.

I gave her such looks of admiration,
because she is a customer.

And that is my job.

When I made up the
lie about her shoe,

I did it because I knew she would
come back to my counter and buy more.

What do you mean, Sam? What lie?

She didn't want to be
seen in the store upset,

so I broke the heel of her shoe

to make it look as though
she'd had an accident.

- Did you tell mr moray about this?
- I couldn't.

It would look worse if he
thought I'd been deceitful.

I saw mrs brookmire that day.

There was something about
her seemed so wretched.

She's left her husband.

She's told no one, not
even miss glendenning.

She told you that?

Sam, do you see what this means?

- If mr moray were to know about this...
- Ah, no.

I promised I wouldn't say.

You're gonna lose
everything, Sam.

Why would you keep your word to
this woman who's gonna ruin your life?

'Cause I feel for her.

I keep thinking, she's a lady,

so she will tell the truth
and soon it'll all be over.

Because she's a lady,
she can't tell the truth.

I did make a girl cry, sir.

I made clear to you, Sam,

that I would stand by you,

- but you must tell me the truth.
- Sir...

I'd been warned you might
be hiding something from me.

But I chose to brush aside that
doubt because you assured me,

- you assured me that I could rely on you.
- Sir...

And because I put my
faith in my own people...

- Sir, one of the girls wants to speak with you.
- Not now, Arthur!

Sir, she's crying.

Go on, pauline.

(Sniffles)

Sir, mr moray, sir.
Sir, it is all my doing.

I was gossiping below
stairs, slandering.

Tell him who it was you
were slandering, pauline.

Sam.

Tell mr moray why you
were slandering him, pauline.

Because he spited
me a few days ago.

I didn't think it would never come
to anything like this, sir, never.

(Gasps) What a
pretty mess this is.

Will someone tell me
about the crying girl?

(Sniffles)

Sam did make a girl, sir, cry.

Because he wouldn't walk out
with her like she wanted him to.

(Sobbing)

(Chuckles)

- (Knocking on door)
- (Door opens)

You told me you
would sack the boy.

Your lordship...

(Clears throat)

- What we said...
- Don't give me any more of your weasel words, moray.

I know you're playing
me like a spinning top.

Simple question,
did you dismiss him?

No.

This is my store, sir,

and if I sidestepped the matter,

it was my clumsy attempt to
show you respect and consideration.

Now I must speak the truth.

I believe you're wrong.

I know you do.

In my home, there's
a woman in distress.

A girl I have known since
before she could walk.

If you believe I'm wrong, you better
damn well get on and prove it to me,

because if you carry
on like this, moray,

you will tarnish her name
with every day that passes,

and I am not minded
to let that happen.

(Door closes)

What are you doing here?

I thought you liked me.

- I thought it was all a mistake.
- You cannot be here.

- I believed you'd tell the truth.
- You must go.

Only you can save me. Please.

- You know what happened.
- I will scream.

There are people not too
far from here. Gardeners.

You will get caught. I will
tell them you attacked me.

I am here because all you have
to do is tell them it was a mistake!

I can't. That's not possible.

Tell them about your husband.
Tell them what you told me.

- They'll understand!
- How dare you?

You are a shop assistant and you
stand there telling me what I should do?

You told me to call you jocelin.

(House door closes)
Woman: Mr Jones!

I will scream. I will scream.

Miss Audrey. I need
your assistance.

As ever, mr Dudley,
ladieswear is at your disposal.

The girl who spoke to you about mrs
brookmire, you must tell me who it is.

Oh, I thought I explained, sir,

I wish only to guard the
child against embroilment in...

It was Denise, sir.

Denise, what was it you saw?

Did mrs brookmire indicate
what might be troubling her?

Sir, there's something else. Something
more important, something that Sam told me.

No.

No, jocelin would have told
me if her marriage was in trouble.

If it is true, if you ask
her and she admits it,

can you see how this casts a
new complexion on the matter?

(Sighs)

I can't bear what
this is doing to us.

It has put us on opposite sides.

I have felt all along that you have defended
the draper because he is one of your own.

There is such a divide when...

All I want, darling,

is for us to love one another.

Such things run deep.

Perhaps it is wise
to listen to them.

I believed it was not possible for
jocelin to be in the wrong because...

Because of her refinement?

Because she is my oldest friend.

I fear that you resent us because you
have worked so hard for all that you have.

Do you see, darling?

That is what makes you
such a treasure to me.

I was so afraid that if jocelin has
falsely accused one of your people...

then you would find
a message in that.

A message about me.

I do know something.

Jocelin: They were
a gift, to thank him.

Nothing more,
nothing more than that.

- What might Teddy feel if he knew...
- Teddy feels nothing!

Teddy is happy so long as he has
his guns and his dogs and his railways.

Teddy does not
know that I exist.

I want to dance.

What is wrong with that?

I want to wear clothes that
make me feel like a woman.

I want to stay
up half the night.

I want to kiss and
be kissed back!

What is wrong with that?

(Softly) There's
nothing wrong with that.

I wish I hadn't been so
distracted when you needed me.

(Breathlessly) I
married the wrong man.

I am doomed to loneliness.

It is time for you to tell papa.

It is time for
you to tell moray.

-That isn't possible. I cannot do this.
-Jocelin, please.

You cannot deny this any longer.

- I have to, it is the only way.
- Jocelin...

You will stand by me,
won't you, Katherine?

Because we must
be true to each other,

true to who we are.

Your hats.

The paradise. They are
ready for you to try on.

You cannot ask me to
go back to that place.

You have to.

If the hat is worn too far back,

you lose the way it affects
the shape of your face.

In Paris, it is worn
at an angle, like this.

Do you see?

Thank you, Denise.

I believe this colour best suits
your complexion, mrs brookmire.

I do feel pretty in this colour.

You look lovely, madam.

Is it a good life, Denise?
The life of a shop assistant?

It is hard work, ma'am,
but I do so enjoy it.

It must be a
delight to work here,

surrounded by so
many attractive things.

I'll be going home soon.

I shall miss the paradise.

I hope that I might
come back some day.

Perhaps you might.

I know what you
must think of me.

I feel for Sam.

We all do.

He says it himself. He
can't help it, he likes people.

Denise, might I ask you
to do something for me?

Of course, mrs brookmire.

May you arrange for me
to see mr moray privately?

- Have you seen Sam?
- No, I haven't.

Has anyone seen Sam?

No, I haven't seen him.

Sam!

You shall return
to your counter.

Dudley: Her entire bill,
paid in full. Every penny.

He insists.

Your receipt, sir.

Her husband would have
settled the account, but, er,

since mrs brookmire is my guest,

I felt it simpler to
deal with the matter.

Of course.

You're most
grateful, your lordship.

I appreciate your consideration

in not presenting
the bill, moray.

No. We are all gratified the
episode is peacefully resolved, sir.

Mmm.

My daughter insists
that whilst I am here,

I repay your discretion with an
invitation to dinner, uh, both of you.

In the end, women make
errand boys of us all, hmm?

(Indistinct chatter)

Perhaps we should give all of our most
lavishly-spending customers an account.

This store is a place
for all things beautiful.

We shall be proud to
display your picture, madam,

and name you,
miss paradise pink!

Thank you.

Thank you.