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[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]