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[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.