All language subtitles for The.Paradise.S01E07.1080p.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-squalor

[Women laughing]

[Chatting, indistinct]

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

Katherine?

It is just to be a quiet affair,

nothing too ostentatious.

Don't worry, papa.

Well, enjoy yourself.

Denise: I think you've
chosen very well.

Thank you for your
custom, madam. Good day.

Chisholm: Psst!

Psst!

Here!

Mr chisholm?

- Lovett?
- Inside, sir, with a customer.

- Business is brisk.
- There's been a small upturn.

Sufficient to justify
an employee, a girl.

Oh, that I knew his secret.

There is no secret, mr chisholm.

We are selling neckties.
You are free to look.

Neckties!

I see he did not hire
you for your brains.

What good are neckties
to me? I am a milliner.

A milliner, girl.

An artist, trained in
the quartier sentier.

And now this. The
ignominy of seeing

my customers desert
me for the cheap thrill

of a glued felt hat or a
machine-stitched bonnet

across the street.

You shall not find me
peddling Nick-nacks.

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

Not blaming the paradise but using it
as a reliable source of passing trade.

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

Lovett said this?

Denise? We have customers.
There's no time for talking to him.

Katherine: Darling
little glasses,

we shall need a dozen at least.

No, two and the same
in the champagne flutes.

[Gasps] Look, the butter
dishes are beautifully engraved.

How adorable. I shall take four,

and these darling butter knives.

Moray: Katherine?

Ah, ah, ah, don't look! There are
surprises here that you in particular

should not see.

Everything we shall need
for our wedding breakfast.

Really?

I shall need an assistant.
It is an awfully long list.

Where is that girl?
The clever one. Denise?

- Oh, she has left the store.
- No scandal, I trust?

No, no, she has gone to work
for her uncle across the street.

Emily, you have met my fiance?

Lady fortescue.

He is no way to be trusted!

Moray simply cannot bear
to have things kept from him.

We must have these
wrapped immediately.

Might I speak with you?

Throughout our courtship
you have barely purchased

so much as a hat
pin from my store.

Now this, with your
friends accompanying?

What new game is this?

Moray,

why do you always
assume that everything I do

has some kind
of ulterior motive?

In the past, the paradise
has been all about you.

Now it is about us.

You and me.

If it is success
here that you want,

then I shall give it
to you, my darling.

- You, girl, what is your name?
- Uh, pauline, ma'am.

- Follow me.
- Yes, ma'am.

Uncle,

I've had an idea.

[Chuckles] Another one?
I'm still adjusting to the first.

We have to keep moving
forward, keep evolving.

We can't afford to stand still.

Uncle, look at this street.

It is not as pretty
as it used to be.

Milliner, dressmaker,
shoemaker, canemaker...

We have all felt the
heat and bear the scars.

If we could cooperate, we could
offer our customers something unique.

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

-Cooperate? You mean work together?
-Why not?

Denise, we're small businessmen.

Independence,

self-reliance is at
the core of our being.

It's too much change, too fast.

Mr chisholm approached
me this morning.

There's another reason.

What man would
voluntarily work with him?

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

- What?
- A meeting.

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

Your speech. I've told
them this is your idea.

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

and it would be harder
still coming from a woman.

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

Please.

Katherine: What
do you think of this?

It's very nice, miss
glendenning. Very.

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

The warmth of a human
body gives it its heartbeat.

It reminds me of something.

- Warm...
- Apple pie!

- Yes, maybe.
- Or a baby's head.

When they've bathed it, otherwise
with the nursing, they reek.

I'm one of 11. You
never forget the smell.

Wet wool and cheesy milk.

[Sneezes] Oh, sorry.

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

- How long have you worked here?
- Oh, ages!

- And do you like working for mr moray?
- Oh, yes. Very much.

For a successful
man, he's a kind man.

And he loves this place.

The only thing he
loves more is his wife.

I mean, his ex-wife...
Well, dead wife.

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

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

You will make a very good mrs moray.
An even better mrs moray, no doubt.

Oh, if only I had an ounce
of your charm and elegance.

No wonder he fell for you.

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

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

"For we have much in common.

"We are all purveyors of
quality. Master craftsmen.

"We all trade on
the same street.

"But together we would have
dressed a customer from top to toe

"before they'd even
set foot in the paradise,

"if we put our minds to it."

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

- [All chuckling]
- Well, that's a fair point.

- More ale, mr chisholm?
- I would rather wine.

[Mouths]

There will be turn-over...

"Inventives..."

[Stammering] "Incentives.

"Every customer will..."

[Sighs]

I'm sorry, I cannot do this.

I cannot sell what I do
not believe in. It's not me.

Well, if it isn't you, Edmund,
why did you bring us here?

Shopkeepers: Aye.

He did not. It was me.

Chisholm: I have
wasted quite enough time.

Gentlemen.

The customers will
be given an incentive.

A discount.

Ten percent off the sum
total of all purchases.

We will advertise,

decorate, make the shop
fronts more attractive.

At whose cost?

I do wish women were as good at
making money as they are at spending it.

[Shopkeepers laugh]

All expenses will be recouped
through increased sales,

something I
believe you all lack.

Gentlemen, ask
yourselves honestly,

what poses a greater risk,

a small sum invested
to attract custom

or continuing on the current path of
certain decline and eventual bankruptcy?

Tollgate street traders,

competitively priced,

tradition and quality.

Not bad.

Although I fear that in the
haze of girlish enthusiasm,

you've missed the point.

We are here to provide an
alternative to the paradise,

not to become a
department store in miniature.

- That is not what I meant.
- Regardless,

you shall not convince
anyone to invest in a scheme

your own uncle
doesn't believe in.

[Clears throat]

Good day to you, gentlemen.

Good day.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

May I offer you some
assistance, ma'am?

Yes, um,

it is heavier than
I had imagined.

I hoped to freshen
moray's office a little.

This painting of his
wife is very dear to him.

Tell me your name.

Jonas Franks.

Well, Jonas,

I must remind you to
whom you are speaking.

I am soon to become mrs moray.

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

Still for now, miss glendenning,

I do not think that
is a wise move.

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

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

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

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Madam, uh, neckties?

Sir, very nice neckties.

[Knocking on door]

Jonas Franks. Why on earth
do you employ such a character?

Moray has the final say on
all staffing, miss glendenning.

Oh, Katherine, please.

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

He scares me. He must
surely scare the customers.

[Talking indistinctly]

Mr moray, sir.

I have something unfortunate
to report of a personal nature.

What is it, Jonas?

It is regarding miss
glendenning, sir.

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

Rest assured, sir, I
dealt with the matter

as swiftly and as
firmly as I felt able.

I do not know which
is more worrying,

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

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

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

- Thank you.
- Sir.

Katherine, you must
be quite exhausted.

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

Don't drop them.

Denise: Uncle?

I, uh, had a word,
told them the truth.

That if anybody can breathe
life back into this street,

it's you, Denise.

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

As you say, it's do or die.

Nothing to be gained by
standing still in business.

Papa, you must try smiling.

I have read it is good
for the circulation.

The rest will be delivered
to belville hall this evening.

There's more?

It is that girl.

Really, moray,

you should fight
to get her back.

The one you gave me
today was no replacement.

Poor service will not do

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

My daughter does not care
to do anything by halves.

Believe me, moray, to
ensure her happiness

will require her husband's
undivided attention.

The mannequin will be placed
outside beside your stalls,

- each wearing a different ensemble.
- Outside?

You wish to place my hats on the
street, expose them to the elements?

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

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

to be worked imaginatively
into the display.

Moray: I fear you've
missed a patch.

You're renovating. And
you are not alone, I see.

Times are hard
for the small store,

we must adapt to survive.

You are marketing your
products as an ensemble.

Yes.

- With a discount?
- Ten percent.

Oh.

It is most enterprising and
the least I would expect.

Edmund will feel the
benefit of your presence

almost as keenly as
we feel the loss of it.

- You do?
- Of course.

My little champion,

I fear sales in
ladieswear shall plummet.

You should wear
green more often.

It's most becoming.

Chisholm: Fraternising
with the enemy?

Rest assured, mr chisholm,

there is certainly no
conspiracy between us.

Then, girl,

why does he raise such a blush?

From now on, mr chisholm, you will
refer to me as Denise or miss lovett!

I was about to lock up.

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

I have some business to finish.

[Chuckles] Perhaps
you could help.

Always so easily
shocked, Dudley.

I can't believe that even you have not
watched a man drink away his troubles.

I've watched many men try.

I believed you were teetotal.

What matter?

I am lost to this world.

All I have is this job and even
that will soon be taken from me.

Katherine glendenning.

The woman cares only
for herself, she is a viper.

She poisoned mr
moray against me.

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

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

She sees me as distasteful,

a monster.

Such easy judgement

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

Before this I was
a safety miner.

There was an explosion one day.

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

I refused, went back.

Before I could reach
them, the shaft collapsed,

my arm crushed.

The others were
not so fortunate.

One I signed on that morning,

just a wee lad of 12.

They gave me a
certificate for bravery

and the sack.

I was no longer suitable.

It was much the same
everywhere until I came here.

Helene moray asked me nothing.

Katherine glendenning

will attempt to usurp her memory
by casting me back out again.

I'm sorry.

Denise,

I've been working on
something for a while.

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

[Denise gasps]

Thank you!

A dress befitting the
businesswoman you have become.

The accounts for ladieswear.

Thank you.

- It's remarkable what she's doing.
- I pass her every morning.

A sore reminder
of what we've lost.

Such determination.

Hey up.

Ready?

Ready.

-Hello, madam. How may I help you?
-Hello.

If it is the dress on carruthers' stall,
I can also make it in a silk organza.

- [Door bell jingles]
- Woman: Oh, lovely.

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

which would look quite the part.

Woman: There you are.

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

And in the meantime, perhaps you might
like to sample the pleasures next door?

Thank you.

Off!

- Bye.
- Bye.

Woman: Excuse me?

You are eligible for our
discount. Ten percent.

That makes your total
£4 and 17 shillings.

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

Miss glendenning is visiting us
today to purchase her wedding gown,

we must showcase
our very finest.

And with the doors about to
open. This is too bright, too showy.

Good lord, Samuel, really!

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

Here. Now, stock up on it.

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

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

See?

It's Katherine glendenning
who's done this.

You'll like her more
come bonus time.

Is that "guillotine"
I hear them crying?

Oh, it's an ugly
emotion, jealousy.

Me, jealous? I've
no reason to be.

I visited his rooms a couple of weeks
back, right before they got engaged.

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

It all seems to be
going surprisingly well.

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

You've never shied
away from publicity before.

I thought you would
have liked the article.

[Scoffs] To be in the society
pages and gossip columns?

The paradise was
referenced constantly.

You are marrying into the
aristocracy. The wedding of the year!

Glendenning will think
I'm responsible for it.

It's an embarrassment. The
woman is taking over my store.

Now, that's what I call a hat.

[People chattering, indistinct]

[Door unlocking]

Miss glendenning.

Darling.

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

I trust they're not all
your close acquaintances?

[Chuckles] I should like
to say it is good taste,

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

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

You liked it?

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

This playing shops is quite
an entertaining distraction.

Uh, Katherine, we do not
play here. This is business.

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

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

No? Then choose something.

[Laughs]

Don't you think you've
proven yourself already?

Anything.

Let me show you how it's done.

Very well. Sam.

Mr moray, sir.

I am looking for a cloth,

something special,
something different.

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

No, no, um...

Sir, that's old lining satin.

Hmm, its name?

I believe that's
known as midnight ink.

Midnight ink.

Six yards. Then take
it up to ladieswear.

It is the perfect cloth,

the only cloth for
my wedding dress.

- [Whispers] Midnight ink.
- Midnight ink.

Uh, ma'am?

No. Your services shall
not be needed today.

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

[Exhales]

One might use the
lull to tidy a little.

Mr lovett, you are sprawled
halfway across my bench.

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

My feathers do not bat.

And I do not sprawl,
certainly not over your bench!

Uncle?

I'll have that

made in midnight ink.

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

Clara...

- Look...
- Clara.

Maybe not you.

Miss Audrey,

Katherine is with
you? All is progressing?

Oh, yes, mr moray, sir,

but I'm afraid you
cannot stay here.

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

Very well.

[Door opening]

Jonas. Are you
waiting for moray?

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

The fear that I
have misjudged you,

not understanding the
difficulties you have faced.

I should like your
permission to talk with moray.

If I could explain to him the
importance the paradise holds for you,

then I am sure he will guarantee
your position here as safe.

He and I are old friends.

Let me reassure you,

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

You overestimate your authority.

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

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

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

Do not presume to
know me or anyone else,

even those closest to you.

It is Clara, did I hear her say?

Yes, ma'am.

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

I'm trying to make
an effort for moray.

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

Mr moray has always placed great
emphasis on getting to know his staff.

Individually.

Moray is a very modern man.

I should say.

Although it has its
disadvantages, being so involved.

He's miserable when
some of them go.

Denise was a real favourite.

Really?

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

Clara.

Miss glendenning,

if I might humbly suggest
an alternative fabric.

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

for a wedding dress.
The quality, the colour...

The colour is
appropriate for mourning

as a Mark of respect
for mr moray's first wife.

[Onlookers exclaim in awe]

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

As for the quality,
it matters not.

My real dress is crafted

of snow-white Russian silk.

It is but a ruse,
miss Audrey, a game.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you
for informing me.

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

Miss glendenning has
graced us with her custom,

let us thank her with
our professionalism.

One at a time
please, one at a time.

Yes, midnight ink.

Encre De minuit.

An exceedingly elegant
fabric of singularly good taste.

The intensity is a product
of the pigmentation process.

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

Women: Ooh?

The blend of dyes
mixed to replicate

exactly the sash on his
first wife's wedding dress.

Copper sulphate,

with just a pinch of
ground sapphires thrown in.

They buried her in it.

She told you what?

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

The truth is, mr moray chose it.

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

to miss glendenning, so full
of her that he cannot sleep.

Women: Oh!

How many yards was it?

[All clamouring]

[Conversing excitedly]

Chisholm: Oh!

No point getting
shopgirl's feet.

[Knock on door]

I've missed you so much!

- Can I come in?
- Of course.

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

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

It's all right, I
can talk standing.

- Mr lovett.
- Pauline.

She's changing everything in the
paradise. And I mean everything!

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

It's like... Well,
madness really.

For her wedding dress today,

she chose this horrible
satin, midnight ink.

Next thing you know,
we've as good as sold out.

No wonder mr moray's swooning.

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

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

- Pauline...
- I'll burst if I don't tell someone.

She with moray.

I don't know what,
exactly, but something.

It was just before he
got engaged to Katherine,

when miss Audrey was ill.

Course, she'll win
in the end, Katherine.

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

This morning, when
I said hello to Sam,

he smiled back at me and
told me to inspect his teeth.

Not that it did much
good, come to think of it.

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

You're white as a sheep.

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

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

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

Edmund: I was merely
stating fact, Charles.

Chisholm: A matter
of opinion, surely.

I have an idea.

There is a fabric
called midnight ink

that the paradise have
been trading on strongly.

We should order it.

The paradise would
simply order more,

- sell it more cheaply.
- Men: Aye.

If my memory
serves me correctly,

midnight ink is a
discontinued satin

from a manufacturer
that folded in January.

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

We could buy the lot
and be the only shop

able to offer the material
that Katherine glendenning

has chosen for
her wedding outfit.

Is that not a little underhand?

Would the paradise do different?

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

I do have some meagre
savings, not much.

My very last few pennies.

I might consider a loan

if you could offer
me some guarantee.

I believe we will succeed.

Then I want 50% of all profits.

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

Moray, from the suppliers.
They've run out of midnight ink.

Someone placed an order
for the remaining fabric

minutes before ours came in.

This is an outrage.
An absolute outrage!

- Katherine?
- Hurry, come and look!

The insolence! The cheek!

How dare she? She is
selling my wedding dress.

- Where are you going?
- Back to work.

But you must go and
talk to her! Stop her!

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

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

That is my fabric.

It is plagiarism!

- Theft!
- No, Katherine.

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

You must stop this.

You cannot have
everything your way.

- Dudley, will you see me to my carriage?
- Of course.

And deal with this.

[Indistinct conversations]

- Madam.
- Thank you.

-How are you coping?
-Fine. I'm not so sure about him.

Mesdames, mesdames,
restrain yourselves,

do not swarm and claw so.

Though your custom
is most welcome.

These hats are
pieces of artistry.

Do not finger the feathers.

Miss glendenning,
please do not be too upset.

Moray can forget themself when
involved in matters of the paradise.

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

It is never meant personally.

Thank you, Dudley.

[Exhales]

Folding and tidying.

There is no point just
dawdling there, girl,

you will put off any
customers that we do have.

- But everything has already been folded.
- Then do it again.

- Mr moray, sir.
- Miss Audrey. You're quiet.

We are...

Quiet.

It is the midnight ink.

I find myself tempted to tell
customers how poor the cloth really is.

- Hmm.
- But we cannot expose miss glendenning.

Indeed. Indeed.

It is hard not to be
impressed by the way

Denise has played
her hand at this.

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

You've known me for quite
some time, miss Audrey.

I have, mr moray.

Hmm. How would you describe me?

- Tall.
- No.

- Uh, quite tall.
- No, no.

Medium, strong strength...

No. Would you say I am honest?

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

Would you say I've
changed in any way?

You may be frank.

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

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

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

Have confidence, mr moray.

To work, girls!

Gentleman, to
successful cooperation!

All: Aye. Successful
cooperation.

And that is what it looks like.

A tidy sum, I believe.

- There is no arguing with it.
- You say that now.

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

- Neckties.
- Scrabbling for tiddlers

instead of landing
the bigger fish.

It's the difference
between thrive and survive.

On the rue st denis...

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

On recent evidence,
you have little eye

- for an opportunity.
- Mr chisholm!

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

- Uncle!
- Your help?

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

- has been achieved by your niece.
- Denise: Mr chisholm!

Please, gentlemen,

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

We must decide how we
shall reinvest these profits.

I think you mean my profits.

- I knew it.
- Let us be honest.

None of this would have been
possible if it wasn't for my money.

I invested all my
savings in this scheme.

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

So, I want him
to thank me for it.

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

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

With interest.

You cannot mean that.

Withdrawing your investment
would fold the cooperative.

Our success has made even
the paradise sit up and take notice.

Really, mr chisholm, uncle,

it is time we put an
end to this pettiness.

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

how shall we fare in the bad?

[Chisholm sighs]

What cooperative?

Tant pis!

[Sighs]

Please!

Please, mr chisholm.

Mr carruthers!

Mr Jackson!

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

We're cut from a
very different cloth.

You too have run out of silk.

More than silk.

There is no more
tollgate street traders.

No more cooperative.

We've run clean
out of cooperation.

[Sighs]

And Patience, it seems.

You have made me feel foolish.

[Chuckles] Your sales
have made me look it.

[Laughs]

It is pathetic, no matter
how hard you try to explain,

there's no reasoning with them.

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

I wish I could say that I was surprised,
but given your choice of partners...

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

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

Sometimes we must
learn from our mistakes.

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

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

My wife loved me
whole-heartedly,

without reservation.

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

I was driven by the
need to expand the store.

She wanted us to go
away for two months,

travel together, start a family.

I refused.

We argued and...

I...

[Sighs]

I said some things that were

unforgivable.

She ran from me.

And now I will never know.

Did she fall or did she...

With intention?

[Sighs]

Why am I telling you this?

Because what matters is that
we learn from our mistakes.

I need you to know that
you are my inspiration.

- Katherine?
- I am considering taking it all back.

Much of it is of
dubious quality.

Tell me what's happened.

It's nothing, a small exchange.

I just don't understand.

After all I have done.

I tried to help him and
he mocked me for it.

Chastised me, chose to defend
some girl over his own future wife.

- What girl?
- The dressmaker's niece.

- Opposite?
- Why?

He has demonstrated a certain
leniency towards this cooperative.

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

- What do you mean?
- Oh, nothing.

[Clears throat] Nothing
at all to worry about.

All lovers have the
occasional squabble.

I mean, moray is almost
certainly feeling rather nervous.

I think we should
plan a trip for you both

after the wedding.

A chance to escape
these distractions

and concentrate
instead on each other,

your shared future together.

Hmm? Italy?

Greece?

Both wonderful
at this time of year.

At a time like this, a
man needs to stand back,

take stock.

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

In fact, much the same as they
were before all this cooperative stuff.

We've still got our business,
our skills, some orders.

Unfortunately, uncle, those orders
were placed through the cooperative

at a discount that we
can no longer honour.

Unless you want
to sell at a loss.

I hadn't thought. I often don't.

Denise, I'm sorry.

After all you have done. Giving
up your job at the paradise.

That's not true. I left the
paradise of my own accord.

It was childish.

- A foolish impulse.
- Still.

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

Stubborn as a mule.

What matters is that we
learn from our mistakes,

not stand here
licking our wounds.

We should have
confidence, we've earned it.

We've shown what we can do.

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

And we will be, uncle, we will.

[Knocks on door]

Darling? I have spoken
to papa and he agrees,

we must put an
end to this circus.

Our wedding should be about
love, a meeting of two souls,

not all this endless planning.

We shall bring the date forward.

Arrange a small affair. Why not?

I cannot bear to wait.

And listen, papa has
offered us a wedding gift.

An extended honeymoon,
just the two of us, alone,

- away from all of this.
- Hmm.

Perhaps Europe?

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

The perfect start

to a perfect marriage.

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

The draping of the fabric
perhaps a little too miss Audrey?

[Denise laughs]

The overall display
lacking a single focal point.

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

- Denise, I, uh...
- No. No. There's no need.

I do not want your apology.

There's too much of
an air of finality about it.

I should like to remain
friends, mr moray.

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

I see that I have lost
my little champion.

She has grown too great for me.