All language subtitles for The Paradise S02E02 Episode 2.2.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

Clemence! What a delight
it is to see you again!

My darling Moray! Paris
misses you so much.

Le Bon Marche is a dismal
place without your handsome face.

No-one flatters me as
you do, Mademoiselle.

My darling, I
intend to tempt you.

You will let me
seduce you, won't you?

Did I ever deny you, Clemence?

What did she say to him?

Don't know. Whatever it was,
I wish she was saying it to me!

Excuse me.

Until now, who could
afford such extravagance?

Only the wealthy.

I always feel that fun is
wasted on the rich, don't you?

There's enough pleasures
in life to go around, I hope.

I hope so too.

We have found a way to
make my beautiful creations

so that anyone can afford them.

And you want us to offer
them in The Paradise?

Oh, you disappoint me, darling!

Where is the Moray who
cast his spell over Paris?

Not offer them, no. Sell them.

Sell lots of them.

Clemence, if you make
the fireworks cheaply...

Oh, please, let us not
waste our lives talking.

I will show you. Tonight.
Darling, we will light up the skies.

So, did he write about
her in his letters, then?

No. No, he didn't.

Well, you'd think he would. If I
met someone like her, I would.

So, whose going to get
Miss Audrey's job, then?

I am not departed
quite yet, Myrtle.

I'm only saying, Miss
Audrey. Since you're to marry,

they'll be wanting
someone for your position.

I have to say, it is
all rather sudden.

You don't "have to say,"
Myrtle, you choose to say.

And I would contend
that 23 years of courtship

has a certain decorum to it.

I wouldn't know! Twenty-three
minutes' wooing is slow for me!

We're very pleased
for you, Miss Audrey.

You'll have to plan the
wedding. And the honeymoon.

That all takes time. You're not
getting married right away, like.

So, you're not
leaving us just yet.

Yes. Well. We shall see.

If I was getting married, I wouldn't
be wearing a face like THAT.

Well, it does make
you wonder, doesn't it?

Who WILL be Head of Ladieswear?

Ma'am, may I ask...
were you thinking...?

Will you be marrying soon?

How many years
have I considered?

If I marry, I will
lose my position.

If I hold on to my employment,

I will never know
the joys of marriage.

I deliberate and ruminate
and I'm frozen with indecision.

So... the only way
is for me to leap.

Leap?

If I dither, I will die a
spinster. I have some savings.

A cottage that my brother
left to me by the sea.

I have told Mr Moray
that I am leaving.

Marrying.

Leaving.

Bonjour, Mademoiselle.

Oh, I do so love
the long trains.

And the cut, what it
does for a woman's body!

Is there anything more feminine?

Tell me what you think, Clara.

The pleated ruffles do
give a soft influence, Ma'am.

Oh. Please. I know how you
English do so prefer your deference,

but you must call me Clemence.

Bows, buttons, and braids.
Why do we love them so much?

Is it because they draw the eye?

I think that every decision
we make is guided, no,

determined by passion.

Sexual passion. What
do you think, girls?

Perhaps, Madam, I might suggest,

to accompany the silk velvet
hat with the ribbon streamers?

Of course you are right, because
you are a woman who knows her calling.

Thank you, Madam.
Ma'am. Mademoiselle.

Clemence.

It is only my first
visit to The Paradise

but, Miss Audrey, I cannot
imagine this place without you.

See that, Arthur? Add a bit
of a flame and what happens?

Stuff starts spinning,
sparks shooting

and flying all over the place.

What does that remind you of?

A thunderstorm?

Women, Arthur. Women.

Yeah, but it's
pretty and exciting.

Arthur, me lad, you have just
described man's eternal dilemma.

She's so beautiful,
in't she, Denise?

I can't imagine what it must
be like to be such a woman.

Can you? I bet men
fall for her all the time.

If I was a man, I'd fall for
her. Would you, Denise?

I think I could resist.

I never realised that French
people were so... French.

I mean, all that
touching 'n kissing

'n flirting.

Clemence, this is Mr Tom Weston.
He's the owner of The Paradise.

Mademoiselle Romanis. I hope
you've been made welcome.

Moray is always most generous.

I would not wish you
to think that we English

are as cold and
inhospitable as our reputation.

Perhaps you might have
dinner with me while you're here?

I would be delighted,
Monsieur Weston.

I would not care for
you to believe we French

are as rude as our reputation.

Excuse me. So, how
long will you be staying?

Wouldn't it be something
to have fireworks like that

at our wedding, Audrey?

At our age? It would
be brash and tasteless.

We must reach for
understatement, Edmund!

At our age, I say
we should celebrate.

You just seem awfully
friendly with her, that's all.

I am awfully friendly
with Clemence.

Did you see her when
you were in Paris?

All the time!

I was a buyer and she was the best
supplier we had at Le Bon Marche.

Did you dine with her? Yes!
She's wonderful company.

Denise. I'm sorry, but
Clemence is not my type,

and I can assure you, despite
what you see, I'm not her type either.

Will you miss the
street, do you think?

We might never leave!

I put that sign up. Not had so
much as a peep through the window.

My brother's cottage is standing
empty. It has been since he died.

We'll head up there at weekends,
do some work, make it ready.

I have been wondering...

..why must we wait?

Tell me about Mr
Weston. He is married?

Oh, yes. He is married
to Katherine Glendenning.

Oh, I have heard about her.

She is the reason
Moray was in Paris.

She's not a woman to be crossed.

The price is good.

We can have the firecrackers in
our store by the end of the week.

We must not let her believe
that we've made a decision yet.

Sir, I have already
indicated to Clemence...

Then you were too hasty.

Mr Weston, the display has
proven how good her product is.

What benefit is there in delay?

If she feels we're too keen, then
the deal will be made on her terms.

Let her woo us.

They're talking about you.

They are men. They are
talking about business.

Mr Weston is telling them that
they must not offer me the contract

until he has taken
me out to dinner.

Is he dead?

Jonas! Get him inside.

Denise, fetch some hot water.

Least we can do is
clean the poor feller up.

I want anybody who is not
needed out of this room now.

Bosses included.
Bosses most of all.

That's a fever if
ever I saw one.

Clara, let's have these
filthy clothes off him.

Sam, fetch one of
your nightgowns.

Me? Why does it have to be mine?

Because you're a kindly soul and
the young women'll love you for it.

I'll fetch it right away.

Why has he come back?

D'you suppose he knows I
have returned to The Paradise?

What has troubled me is -why did
the constable not come after him?

The street was full of
whispers about Burroughs' death

and Jonas walked
away a free man.

Then having Jonas here can
only mean one thing for us -danger.

He's sick! We must
give him shelter.

Why must we? We
owe Jonas that much.

Just let him get well, then
we'll see what he wants,

then we'll get rid of him.

Me... meet me in...
in the alleyway...

eight... eight...
eight... eight o'clock.

Tell... tell... tell...

What's he saying? He is fevered.

He could be saying the
end of the world is nigh.

Jonas Franks doesn't need
a fever to say the likes of that.

Barrass... Baarrass...
Shhh, shhh.

Don't talk.

Sleep. You're
going to be safe now.

I might forget I have come to
The Paradise to do business

and spend all of my
time here with girls

and your room full of treasures.

We are pleased that you are
pleased, Mademoiselle Clemence.

Forgive me, but I overheard
the conversation yesterday.

You are leaving?

To marry? Is John insane...

..to lose such a diamond?

When a woman marries,
she must forfeit her office.

She's out of the door before
the veil's pulled from her face.

But there are men who
work here who are married?

Mr Dudley. Clive in Menswear.

Alan in Menswear.
David in Haberdashery...

Yes, thank you, Clara.
Half the porters are married.

Perhaps I might understand if
woman intends to have children,

but that is not so
with you, is it, Audrey?

As I have explained,
Mademoiselle, it is the way.

Oh, yes! It is the way.

It is the way the men
have decided upon.

Denise... Mademoiselle Clemence.

Moray's girl.

I see now why he spoke of
nothing but Denise, Denise, Denise

all of the time in Paris.

I'm sure that's not
true, Mademoiselle.

There is only one thing more
heartbreaking for a woman

than a dinner with a
man perspiring with lust,

and that is dinner with
a man pining for his love.

But now that I see
you, I can forgive him.

What do you think of Miss
Audrey's predicament, Denise?

I...

..I'm pleased that
she wishes to marry,

and to be with the
man that she loves.

But that is not
what I asked you.

What do you think of a
woman robbed of her position,

a woman with experience, a
woman brimming with best qualities,

cast out because we
live in a man's world?

I think it's wrong.

Course you do.

What do you girls do with
yourself in the evenings?

I go to the inn across the street.
Ahhh, we will all go there tonight.

Mademoiselle, it's a
murky little den of a place.

I'm not sure you'd
find it to your tastes.

Might I borrow some paper? I
must write a note to Mr Weston

to tell him I cannot join
him for dinner after all.

I'm busy tonight.

Miss Audrey, you will join us?

The inn? I-I have never...

I-I would not countenance...

the inn.

But aren't you curious?
I am. I have invited you.

You wouldn't offend your French
guest by refusing, would you?

Why have you come back, Jonas?

I did not come here
at my own bidding, sir.

I was brought here.

You're not welcome.
You're not wanted.

I don't see much clearly at
the moment, sir, but I see that.

The business with
Burroughs' death -

why did the constable
not come after you?

There is no mystery,
Mr Dudley, sir.

I paid the man.

Like many people hereabouts, he
had no regard for Bradley Burroughs.

You murdered a man.

If you imagine that such an
arrangement allows you to stay here,

then you are mistaken.

Porridge. It's better than
meat for putting meat on a man.

You always loved
your porridge, Mr Jonas.

How did you come
to be in such a state?

I don't know.

How did you come
to be on that wagon?

I don't know.

You don't know a lot, do you?

The fever has drained
the life out of you.

When you're well enough to
walk, you'll be on your way.

..so I thought you could put
on a display of the fireworks,

invite all kinds of people
and set up a stall on the street

to sell the firecrackers.

So you like Clemence now?

I shall ignore that.

It's a marvellous idea.
I'm glad I thought of it.

I have no eyes for other
women, Denise. They do not exist.

I have found the
woman I will marry.

I am so glad, my darling,

you have readily taken to
the business of The Paradise.

But I must confess, I didn't imagine
you would go in there every day.

Moray has a French woman
supplying him with fireworks.

I want to make sure he
isn't beguiled into a bad deal.

Firecrackers! Can
I see them, Daddy?

So she's French?

Yes.

I'm having dinner
with her tonight.

Well, I am glad you find The
Paradise so engaging... darling.

The head of
Ladieswear is leaving.

Miss Audrey?

Yeah. She is to marry.

So one of the girls
will be promoted?

Does it matter?

I realised that so long
as I worked for a man

I would never be more than a...

saisine. What do you say?

A chattel?

A chattel.

I looked at the men and I asked
myself, can I do what they do?

And the answer was yes.

The answer was I can
do it better than they do.

So you started
your own business?

I have an idea of something
people might like to buy,

I find someone who
can make it for me,

I supply to Le Bon
Marche or any other store.

I live a good life. I'm
just happy to have a job.

That is all very well in
France, Mademoiselle.

In England, we prefer to
cling on to our civilisation.

Does this civilisation
make you feel contented?

Good Lord! Is it a
harem or a hen party?

You can join us, Sam. You're
as good as one of the girls.

WOMEN LAUGH

Hey! I am not one of
the girls, if you don't mind.

There's one or two
lass can prove it.

I'll have a drink at the bar.

Please, lift up your
glass, all of you. Now wait.

Life is passion.
Isn't that true?

What is more passionate
than a woman?

If a woman can be
what she decides to be,

if a woman can love
and follow her own calling,

then she can
determine her own life.

I ask you to drink
to woman's passion.

Who will drink with me?

I've never talked this
way with anyone before.

I feel as though
I'm a bit drunk.

Well, I AM a bit
drunk, I suppose!

Never met anyone
like you, Clemence.

The world will soon be
filled with women like me.

But what about you, Denise?

There is too much about
you to be a shop girl or a wife.

What do you want to be?

Qui est-il?

I...

I want to be Moray.

I mean... I don't
want to be a man.

I dream of running The Paradise.

Not just for the glamour of it,

although I do like the idea of
swishing around in a fine dress.

For the work.
That is what I love.

When I have an idea
or make a decision

or someone gives me the
opportunity to take the lead, I feel...

I can't quite describe it.

There are so many
things I would do if...

When we admit to our
passion, we are free.

We can have what we
want, be who we want to be.

I knew you'd see
things the same as I do.

Is it true?

It is true.

You're so beautiful.

No.

No-one will know. We
can have whatever we want.

I'll know.

I don't want this.

Perhaps I could suggest, sir,

we make a decision based
on the prices she has outlined

and the guarantee
of a regular supply.

No. We wait.

What if she returns to Paris and
there's been no dinner engagement?

Oh, she will dine with me.

Mr Weston, I know
Clemence. She is flighty.

Where men are concerned,
she likes to tease and play.

I know women like Clemence. What
they respond to is being mastered.

Why does it matter
that she is a woman?

We must consider this business.

We treat her as we
do any other supplier.

We are all gentlemen
together. You know what I intend.

I find her irresistible.
Why should I resist?

Mr Weston, Clemence does
not... respond to gentlemen suitors.

You're telling me she's
a chaste French maid?!

She prefers the role of seducer.

You think I can't
overcome her resistance?

I would prefer you did not try.

You tried, didn't you? In Paris.

And she rejected you.

"We're all gentlemen together."

I feel I've been pressed into
a club I have no wish to join.

If he sees no reason to
hide his intentions from us...

You're the expert. I mean,
you've lived amongst the French.

- How do we deal with this?
- We don't.

She does.

If you... toy with him, he
will set himself against you

and I cannot guarantee
you will get the contract.

Well, what would you have
me do, darling? Submit to him?

Hide away? Run away?

I warn you, Clemence, Tom
Weston is made of a different mettle.

I see no reason
to let him bully me

because he's a spoiled Englishman
used to having his own way.

Do you, Denise? Do you want me to
leave so you can talk, Mr Moray? No.

No, there's no need
for that, Denise.

Do you intend to take him on?

Well, I like men like Tom Weston
because it is so easy to know them.

Such men, it's a child's
play to tame them.

Er, Denise, might I
borrow some paper?

I'm going to write
to Mr Tom Weston

to tell him I cannot meet
him for a dinner tonight.

Ma'am, I'm so sorry,
I've got the wrong pair.

I'll fetch the correct
ones for you.

Clara, Mademoiselle
Clemence kissed me.

She kissed you?

She wanted to seduce me.

But she's Moray's
friend. Have you told him?

I should. Then why don't you?

I don't know. If she was a
man you'd tell him, wouldn't you?

I want her to have the
contract. I'm confused.

Everything she said, about
women having a calling

and the wrongs
that we live with...

Girls!

Girls, I am not
quite deposed yet.

I hope you will show me
the respect of my position

until such a time as I am
escorted from the premises.

Clara, Mrs Barton is
without attendance.

It's only three Sundays,
and then we can...

It doesn't matter what
condition the cottage is in,

so long as we're warm.

Mr Moray is to
conduct interviews.

For my position.

Well, that's grand.

Give the younger girls a
chance to stake a claim.

Our Denise'll be keen, I expect.

I am not so old.

Not so very old.

You said it yourself,
Audrey- "At our age".

I was referring to
the firecrackers.

There has not been one day when
I have been absent from my work.

Yes, there has. That
time you lost your voice.

What I meant was
no more than any man.

We are ruled by men.

We are going to live in your
brother's cottage. Your decision.

I've waited years to
marry you. Your decision.

Now we are to marry
in haste. Your decision.

If that is a woman ruled by
men, then I'm a pincushion.

Those are trifles. I am
talking about fundamentals,

a woman's calling. They
are not trifles to me, Audrey.

I put my shop up for
sale on your say-so.

Are you telling me you
want to change your mind?

I think Mademoiselle Clemence...

..does not care for men.

Far from it. She likes
nothing better than to bait us.

What I meant was...

..I think she prefers women.

Why didn't you tell me?

What?

You think I should have told you
because you were jealous of her?

To put you at your ease?

It is not my place to tell
her private business, Denise.

No buyers yet, Mr Lovett?

I don't even know if
I'm still selling up, Sam.

Why? What's happened?

Audrey seems to suddenly
believe that to marry

would be a betrayal of her sex.

That'll be Mademoiselle's doing.
I heard 'em all talking in the inn.

- Audrey in the Three Crowns? No.
- Yes.

I don't even go in there.

Oh, it was quite the party. And
here's me without a breath of sleep

fretting about whether
my marriage is on or off?

What I know about women is this
- you promise them undying love,

marriage, faithfulness,

they're away in a wisp.

If you don't give a hoot,
act the lad about town,

chase you around like a prince.

Right. We're going to
the inn tonight, Sam.

Haven't got a penny in my
pocket. I'm buying. Bring that lot in.

We must put the smallest
firecrackers in the front,

sell them one at a time
so people can afford them.

I must remind you, Mademoiselle,
the contract is by no means certain.

Oh, but I have
every faith in Moray.

The two bulls are butting heads.

Why do men suppose that posturing
is what catches a woman's eye?

The handsomest man is always
the most reserved. Like you.

Tis very flattering of
you, Mademoiselle.

It is not flattery. On m'a
offense. It is the truth.

The loveliest thing about you

is that you have no idea
of how beautiful you are.

Forgive me,
Mademoiselle Romanis,

but I'm not used to women being
quite so forward, so complimenting.

If you were to ask me to a
dinner, I would not refuse.

I am a married man.

I know that.

I would consider it improper
to have dinner with such a...

..an attractive woman.

No-one would know.

Are you making fun of me?

Have you not seen
the way I look at you?

I am deeply attracted to you.

I could never... I also see
the way you look at me.

Is it not true?

You are a very beautiful woman.

When your head lies on your
pillow tonight, I'll be lying awake,

wishing you were with me.

Jonas!

I should've known - he's a
man. I should've warned him

to get up and about, and
then he might've stayed in bed.

What were you doing
out there, Jonas?

I don't remember.

I don't recall getting from
my bed. That's not good, is it?

That's bad, I'd say.

Dudley. How long
have you worked here?

Moray and I came here as boys,
when Mr Emmerson owned the place.

It was a great
deal smaller then.

It is... touching, to
think that two poor boys

have risen to such status.

Fine suits, silk ties...

You must not let such
distinction go to your head.

I've always considered myself
grateful for the responsibilities.

Then you will have no more to
do with Mademoiselle Romanis.

Sir, I assure you...

Do not contradict what
my eyes have witnessed.

Mr Weston, sir, what I
know of Clemence tells me...

Did I ask for your
intervention, Moray?

It seems that with each passing
day I must continue to convey

to you that the
world has changed.

The Paradise is no
longer your domain.

Business here will be
conducted at my bidding.

If you wish to retain your
position here, Dudley,

you will leave Clemence
be. Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- Then all is well with the world.

I have done my best
to tolerate your husband

but he has threatened
to dismiss Dudley.

I will not allow him to do this.

Why have you called
me back here? Mmmm?

Is it to restore The Paradise?
Because that is impossible

if I must contend with this
kind of vindictive interference.

Why would Tom wish
to remove Dudley?

He seems to consider
Dudley as some kind of rival.

Ahh, Mademoiselle Romanis? Is
that why you are here? To goad me?

I-I came here because I
felt I had to. Katherine...

I do not want your pity. I will make my
own accommodation with my husband.

Tom is not what he appears
to be to some people.

He is a fine husband, and
father. Military men are somet...

I will deal with this. Well, thank
you, Katherine. If I can help...

When will you appoint a
new Head of Ladieswear?

We will conduct interviews. Denise
will make an excellent appointment.

She is clearly the
best candidate.

There... there are other
girls we must consider.

- Clara has qualities which...
- Why would you hold Denise back?

It makes no sense.

Are you concerned what others
will think if you favour your lover?

Why would it matter to
you to champion Denise?

Perhaps I have come to
appreciate the value of justice.

Mademoiselle Clemence,
I must plead with you

not to use Mr Dudley.

You don't understand,
Denise. I have no choice.

I left Paris because
there was... some difficulty.

I have to make a life here.
I must have the contract.

Look, whatever the reasons, must
you use such methods? Yes, I must.

Because I'm a woman.

Would Tom Weston treat
me in this way if I were a man?

Will he offer me the engagement
on purely business terms?

He will prevent me from
prospering unless I indulge him.

Is it not true?

Then am I not entitled to use
whatever means necessary

to gain equality?

Would you not do the same?
No. Then you will be left behind.

Let me ask you this:

whatever has been
given to you by men,

do you not live in fear that
they will take it away again?

I have watched you. I have heard
Moray talk about your many gifts.

When Miss Audrey leaves, will you
be given her position? I don't know.

I... Do you want
it? Can you do it?

There are other
girls who just...

I give you the question you
must answer to yourself. Not to me.

If the position is
not given to you,

do you care more
for the man you love

than you do for your own voice?

Will you be a good girl?
Will you meekly accept?

Or will you speak out?

Oh!

Mademoiselle Romanis,
thank you for coming.

Please, this way.

Jonas? Mmm...

Jonas?

Arthur told us how he
found you at the bridge.

If this was a trick,
we are not falling for it.

There is no
sympathy for you here.

What have you been up
to this past year, Jonas?

Tr-tr...

Er, tr-travels and... work.

What are you hiding from us?

What have you been up to
since you left The Paradise?

I have been on the
road. That is my life now.

I would wish not to
describe the hardship, in case

you should feel in... in some
way responsible, Mr Moray.

Mr Moray is not to
blame for your plight.

We are all responsible for our
own life. I shall be gone by tomorrow.

It was not chance
brought you here, was it?

If you believe you can
bribe us, I warn you... Dudley!

You are welcome to remain
here until you are fully recovered.

I am most grateful, sir.

You were so merciless.
I've never seen you so riled.

That man has got beneath my
skin. He's ill. Can we not just...

Not Jonas. Tom
Weston. I promise you,

there is nothing for you to
worry about. I will deal with Tom,

and it's not as
though he's right.

You're not the kind of man to
go chasing after Clemence. No.

I married young. I've only
ever known one woman's kiss.

Everyone knows
what kind of man I am.

Oh, darling. There you are.

I have invited Mademoiselle Clemence
to stay with us during her time here.

I can't bear the thought
of her in that stuffy hotel,

and I know you two
wish to talk business.

It will be so much more
convivial, don't you think?

I do.

I have told Edmund that
I may want reconsider.

So that's why my uncle's
taken down the "For Sale" sign.

Miss Audrey, did you not
say it was the doubt and delay

that was making you so unhappy?

Why should a woman
be punished for marrying?

That bloody French woman!
Look at what she's doing to us.

She comes here,
all hell is let loose,

and then she'll be gone and
leave us with the consequences.

I thought you younger women
would see that she speaks for us all.

Miss Audrey, no-one here believes
it's right for a woman to be pressed

into leaving, but to do this to Uncle
Edmund after you promised him?

You have the same choice
now you've had all your life.

What's made you change
your mind? Is it to defy men?

Or is it to strive for your
own happiness? I see.

When the old hen's
about to leave the perch,

the young hens certainly do
start to flutter their feathers.

It is such a pleasant diversion,

having Mademoiselle
Clemence to stay with us.

She is quite the firecracker.

I can see why men fall for her.

I can see why you might
fall for her, my darling.

Did he tell you?

Did Moray come to see you?

If you are going to pursue
her, then you will do it here,

out of harm's way. Not so
publicly. Not at The Paradise.

And please, do not let Flora
see you fawning after her.

Have you ever known
me to fawn after anyone?

Oh, when we first met
you were quite the flatterer.

Why are you so sensitive
about The Paradise?

I want us to do nothing to
give Moray the upper hand.

You can jostle with him, by
all means, but do not crush him.

I want him to feel safe there.

I never believed that
you abandoned him.

Why would you need to destroy
him, if he hadn't broken your heart?

I brought Mademoiselle
Clemence into our home...

..because I have
learned I cannot stop you.

Because you
cannot stop yourself.

And I have learned that
it will pass, she will pass.

And when the passion passes...

..and you are
overcome with shame...

..I will pick you up
and comfort you.

I will love you and
be a good wife to you.

But I do not love
you freely, Tom.

In exchange, you will not ask
me again about what happened

between Moray and I.

What brings you creeping up
here at night? I have a dilemma.

I don't know what to do. You
would ask my guidance? Of course.

I know that you'll tell me
the truth, even if it is difficult.

And something told me you'd know
what I should do. The Mademoiselle?

She seems intent on
seducing Mr Dudley.

And you haven't told Mr Dudley

what you know about
her motives towards him?

If I speak to Mr
Dudley about it, it...

..it would be as
though I'm accusing him

of wanting to be
unfaithful to his wife,

and I don't know
that I can do that.

Mr Dudley came here, talking as
I've never heard him talk before.

He was like a man on fire.
A man at war with himself.

He had a scented card in his
pocket. An invitation, probably.

I suspect he will
meet with her tonight.

Edmund?

Edmund?

Might we speak
privately, my dear?

I'm rather wedded to the bar.

You can say whatever
you want to say right here.

You seem to have taken
my decision rather personally.

What you fail to appreciate
is that my reasoning concerns

the injustice to a woman
having to give up her position.

What about what I must give up?

Have I not fought to
keep my little shop alive

through the worst of times?

Do you suppose I put up a "For Sale"
sign as easily as tying my shoelace?

It is a wrench to my heart.

But I did it willingly.

I thought you would do the same.

I was wrong. I see that now.

Let us have ale, Landlord.
The night is younger than I am!

Let me show you
this. You see this coin?

OK, we're going to put it in this
hand. Can you say, "abracadabra"?

Abracadabra! And now blow.

Oh, it's not there!
Where is it? Blow now.

Oh, it's not here too! What
did you do with it, Flora?

I didn't do anything.
Oh, I see it!

Oh, mon Dieu! It
was in your hair!

And because I found it in
your hair, it's for you. Thank you.

It has been the
most delightful dinner,

but I hope you will forgive me.

I have another engagement.

It is rude of me, I know,
but it is the way in France.

We flit about half the night,

and I'm the most restless
Frenchwoman there is.

You are our guest, Clemence.
You must come and go as you wish.

Oh, you are spoiling me,
and I do so like being spoiled.

Merci. Au revoir. Merci.

Where are you going? I
have arranged a rendezvous.

With a man?

I can meet whoever I want to.

I was never much good
at talking to girls. Huh.

At work, I could pass
the time with them,

but romance, ha! I was
always too shy, too awkward.

I chose the most quiet girl in the
shop. It made me feel confident.

I don't want to betray my wife.

You are a beautiful man.

Mr Weston, sir.

I am Jonas. Jonas Franks.

Is Mademoiselle Romanis here?

Why would she be here
at this time of night, sir?

I believe she has a
liaison with a man.

Sir, if I may, I have observed
the French lady in her time here,

both with gentlemen
and with her own sex.

If you were to ask me where she
was tonight, it would not be with a man.

It cannot be.

You need not accept
my consideration, sir,

though I have taught
myself well to know people,

their ways... and
their weaknesses.

Might I suggest you consult
with Mr Moray on this matter?

Moray... knows?

He has not told me so
himself, but I can tell.

May I suggest you ask him?

Mademoiselle Clemence!
What are you doing here?

That man! Jonas!

I was never so afraid
of the touch of a hand.

I felt I... I do not
dare to refuse him.

Where is Mr
Dudley? I don't know.

He took Dudley away.

That way he looked at me,
the things he said to me...

It was like he knew me.

Mr Jonas will know all
there is to know about you.

Mademoiselle, you've shown
such little regard for Mr Dudley.

Why are you so determined to
make him face his own weaknesses?

Your tale will be the
same as the rest of us.

Human... weak.

I did love someone once. I was
young, as young as you are now.

I met an older woman and I knew
she was what I'd been waiting for.

I let myself love
her. I was helpless.

I felt sure she would leave
her husband to be with me.

Slowly, I learned she
had no such intentions.

She wanted what
was considered proper.

She hated herself for loving
me. I would never do that.

I would never punish
myself for the way that I love.

She was married to
a man like Mr Dudley?

A good and faithful man.

A family man.

How could she
choose him over me?

How could she choose that life
when I offered her such passion?

I'm coming, I'm coming!

More people come to this
door in the dead of night

than during business hours!

What kind of a woman would
torment such a dear soul?

What kind of a fool would
refuse an offer of marriage

from the man she loves?

I didn't know you had refused.

I didn't. And there
wasn't an offer.

You asked me. I did.

Well... I'm asking you now.

And if you say yes, there's
to be no untying or doubting

- or declining or hesitating...
- I will.

Jonas?

There's a carriage waiting
to take you home, sir.

You must leave
before the staff arrive.

They must not see you like
this. What am I doing here?

A note was sent to your wife,
sir, to say that you were detained

overnight by Mr Moray, and there
was nothing for her to worry about.

Clemence...

Nothing happened, sir.

There is nothing for
you to be troubled by.

The carriage, sir.
We must make haste.

Clemence has arranged a
demonstration of her firecrackers,

on the street. She has decided
to go ahead, with or without us.

It will draw quite a crowd.

They will want to know where
they can buy the fireworks.

In the end, this is
purely a business matter.

Give her the contract,
let's be rid of her.

We'll all strive to maintain

the standards you have
set us, Miss Audrey.

Nonsense.

I will be forgotten before I
reach the end of the street.

I have little doubt
it will be you...

Mademoiselle Clemence is
correct in what she says, you know.

Take care. Don't fuss, our
Denise. We're not vanishing entirely.

Haven't even sold the shop yet.

At our age, Audrey, you
have to take the happiness

when it comes after you.

Even if it is
tasteless and vulgar.

Walk on.

Jonas.

Dudley told me
what you did for him.

You must be careful of Mr Weston,
sir. I have known men like him.

He would destroy himself in
order to destroy his enemies.

- Where are you going, Jonas?
- South, Mr Dudley.

I seek a warmer climate.

What if we were
to ask you to stay?

Why didn't you tell Moray?

I don't know. You
do know, Denise.

Because so many of the
things you said are true,

and I want to keep them.

Goodbye.

We have, all week
been taking applications...

- for the post vacated by Miss Audrey.
- Failure? Mistakes?

Do you even believe me capable
of filling Miss Audrey's shoes?

Truth is, I cannot bear to have
you chosen over me, again.

If you choose to cross swords
with me, I will make you remember

you married a soldier. I
will meet you head-on!

You're both pawns in their
game, that is not a safe thing to be.

Denise, there is someone who
would like a word with you privately.

Miss Lovett.