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What are you doing, Uncle?

To have your name above
a shop, it's no small thing.

Have you only just noticed?

You've forgotten, haven't you?

Clearly I have or I'd know
what you're talking about.

Five years.

This week.

Five years since
that sign went up,

this place stopped being Emmerson's
Drapery and became The Paradise.

Flora?

Where are you, darling?

Flora?

Flora?

- Flora?
- Ssh.

Flora?

John?

You caught me.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I couldn't resist.

I've always wondered what
it would feel like to sit there.

Perhaps I ought to be careful
where I leave my trousers lying.

It's a game.

Whatever Katherine
says, we don't speak to her.

Heavens! What a trick.

I might have been searching
for you the whole day.

It has quite jangled my nerves.

Tom, darling, did you hear me?

Flora...

- Shall we go and play in the maze?
- Yes, Papa.

Tom.

Flora.

I'm talking to you.

Flora, sweetheart, will you
chase me or shall I chase you?

You chase after me, Papa.

Do I not exist today?

I demand that you speak to me!

Tom, you have
been like this for days.

Like a ghost staring at
me but, but saying nothing.

What is the matter?

Ma'am.

- Good morning.
- Sir.

Of course we must
mark the occasion.

Window displays, flags and
bunting throughout the place.

All manner of decorations.

I thought, perhaps, birds of
paradise hung from the ceiling.

I appreciate the
sentiment, Dudley,

but are these times for
us to revel in our position?

- Sir.
- Morning.

Every bright bauble will be a
poke in the eye of Tom Weston.

I like the thought of him seeing
what we have achieved here.

Yes.

Then let's do it.

- Mr Moray.
- Morning.

Good morning.

I feel like I'm wrapped
in butter, It's heavenly!

Is it heavenly?

I mean, do I look foolish
in it? Should I buy it?

It-it's perfect, ma'am, I think.

Perhaps... What
do you think, Clara?

Ma'am I promise you, it is a most
tasteful and fashionable choice.

When do I wear it? I know
some dresses are for evening...

Ma'am, this dress can
be worn at any time.

Oh, but this is such fun and
you're so kind to help me.

What shoes does a
lass wear with this dress?

What kind of shoes
would you prefer, madam?

I'd prefer you to choose. Everything
you've chosen so far, it's just...

Perfect.

What about...

The grey button boots?

Would you like to try a pair?

If you can have them wrapped
up, my husband will come in to pay.

Of course, Mrs Ballentine.

Darling Ballentine. He
does love to spoil me.

It's not too much, is it?

It's not coarse and
unladylike to buy so much?

Not at all, Madam. We
will have it all ready for you.

I was a nurse, you know,

with hardly a pair of boots
to my name. Look at me now.

Who would have dreamed?

I never dreamed I'd have such
a fine uniform to wear every day

and such fond friends
to share a dorm with.

Who will deliver the parcels?

Oh, the delivery lads deliver,
ma'am, on their delivery wagon.

Oh.

I was rather hoping
it would be you, Susy.

Or you, Clara.

Then I could try them all
on and you could tell me...

And you could
see our chandeliers

and feel how thick
the carpets are.

If you would care for a
morning fitting at home,

Mrs Ballentine, I'm sure
that could be arranged.

Yes.

I like the sound of a fitting.
We could have tea and scones.

Or, perhaps scones are
only eaten in the afternoon?

Forgive me, ma'am. What I meant
to say was an afternoon fitting.

Oh.

Yes!

Uncle Edmund, this is the third
time I've seen you at the inn this week.

Won't Audrey be missing you?

Don't fret, our Denise.

Hell's teeth, I've sent her a note
telling her I'm on my way back home.

Far be it for me to interfere
in another man's marriage,

but why didn't you just
take her the note yourself?

Yes.

Then you would have been there,

you wouldn't have needed to send
a note to say why you're... not there.

Have a sit down, Susy.
Rest your mind a while.

You must admit, Mr. Lovett,
you don't have any cause to stay...

Yes, I do.

I'm not one to meddle in the
affairs of a marital nature, but,

what are your reasons, Edmund?

I can't sell the shop because it
looks so worn down and decrepit.

Now, if I paint
it up, you'll see,

it'll make it a more agreeable
proposition for any buyer.

A few days sweat and toil will
make all the difference. You'll see.

- Come on, Edmund!
- I'll prove to the lot of you,

I'm only here because
I intend to leave!

Ah, Edmund!

She's done it, hasn't she?

Mrs Ballentine.

She's got what
we all hanker after.

She's bagged herself a wealthy
husband, living the grand life.

I don't. I want a kind husband.

Susy, think on. If he's not
well-off, what good is his kindness?

We all say what
we dream of is love,

but, let's admit it, what we
really want is love and riches.

Every fine-dressed woman
who walks through that door,

we just long for what she has.

That's why we come to
work in a department store.

Hmm.

You're quiet, Denise.

What do you say about Mrs
Ballentine's good fortune?

I don't envy our customers.

I can't say I long to come to The
Paradise to shop and to spend.

Oh, here we go.

What do you want, Denise?

I dream of a world where a
woman doesn't need a rich husband.

Oh, yes.

And I'm looking forward to the
day when a woman is Prime Minister,

and a woman is a
priest in the pulpit

and a woman is in
charge of The Paradise!

Tom?

Tom?

His proposal to send
Denise to Paris...

I have little doubt he
did it to antagonise me.

He took your father's
watch from the store

without so much
as a by-your-leave.

It was as if he knew what
you and I had spoken about,

your father's wishes
for the watch...

..to be left to the
man you married.

What is it?

Will you come back tomorrow?

We can speak then.

Of course.

Please, tell me.

God, help me.

God, please help me.

He is capable of such cruelty.

I never imagined!

We married in such
haste. I hardly knew him.

I live in terror
of upsetting him.

I dare not speak for
fear of how he will react.

There are times I
think he hates me.

He wishes only to punish me.

I cannot bear one more day!

Oh!

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

You cannot live
like this, Katherine.

What else can I do?

Promise me you will come to
me when you need someone.

It's her. It's Mrs Ballentine!
She's here with her husband.

And he's, well,
he's, well he's not...

- What I'm trying to say is, he's not...
- Here they are, my darling!

My new friends.

They've been looking
after me so sweetly.

Thank you, girls,

for making my wife the
happiest woman in the whole city.

Well, show them, Ballentine.

- Show them how obliged we are.
- Oh, yes!

Perhaps you might come
with me to the Cashier desk,

Mr Ballentine, to
settle your account?

I'll wager it's down
all those stairs!

And I've just climbed up
them! Thank you, dear!

This way.

I need you to show me how
to walk in my new dresses.

I know what you're
thinking. You're thinking,

"Here's a man who's

"so in love with his wife that
he will indulge her every whim."

Oh, how your sales will soar!

Mr Moray, sir, might I
introduce you to Mr Ballentine?

Campbell Ballentine?
We met once before, sir.

- I believe it was at the race course.
- Oh, yes, of course!

I lost a fortune that day!

Well, I am pleased to see
you in my... in The Paradise.

If you'll excuse me, sir?

This way.

Mr Ballentine's
accounts, please.

What a splendid enterprise!

We've recently
opened a Food Hall.

We have an Oriental Room
which has proved very popular.

We try to stock items
at a range of prices

to attract all manner
of customers.

Those who can't
afford the finer goods

can still come in
to gaze at them.

We have a
Childrenswear department

Bedding, Menswear and Furniture.
We're always looking to expand.

I have a brewery.

I started out with one ale,

and now, I supply more than half
the inns and hostelries of the city.

And beyond.

I may get short of breath,
but I still go to work every day,

and I still know each
employee by their first name.

I know what you're thinking.

We ought to supply those
ales of yours in our Food Hall!

The idea... is to walk as
though your feet were on wheels.

Oh. Like this?

Not up and down, no hands.

Er, "tripping",
we call it... Susy?

Wonderful!

Place your hands in
front, like this. And...

Susy?

Long strides are not feminine.

Short strides. Yes?

Short... strides.

Every step is meant to draw
attention for its grace and poise.

I'm not sure I can
do grace and poise!

Perhaps try poise and
worry about grace later.

We must all go out together.
Be my treat. Where shall we go?

What's the most lavish night
out we could possibly have?

Er, Mrs Ballentine...
Please, call me Lucille...

Lucille, there's no
need for extravagance.

Ballentine's so
handsome, isn't he?

Your husband clearly
adores you, madam.

He can be so funny sometimes.

I've never known a kinder man.

I'm going to invite you
all out to the house,

and it will be the
jolliest party of the year.

- Please, say you'll come!
- Oh, we'd love to come.

We want to look at your
chandeliers. Don't we, Clara?

Or, sometimes we have
a picnic on Sundays.

I am so glad I found you.

The only women I've met so far have
been those well-to-do society wives

who look down their noses at me.

I love picnics. Come
and sit in my garden.

We'll have champagne

and roasted meats and oranges...

We would all...
love to come, Lucille.

- Can I offer you a glass of brandy, sir?
- I must be rid of him.

- Perhaps we should speak inside, sir.
- Yes. Yes of course.

I can't bear to watch him lord it
about this place for one more day.

Haste will not serve
you well, Mr Weston.

If you are determined to dispose of
Mr Moray, do not do so on his terms.

If you dismiss him now,
you will play into his hands.

- He would come out on top.
- What do you mean?

There are things
I have heard, sir.

Will you trust that
I know best in this?

Let me make some arrangements

and a proposal will be laid
before you that will finish Moray.

A five-year celebration! We will
deck the halls with ribbons, bunting

and a bird of paradise
for every customer.

Mr Moray, sir, your messages.

Dudley can deal with these.

I'm only borrowing it,
I'm not going to steal it!

I need it to get the
job done, don't I?

Well, next time ask
Mr Moray or Mr Dudley,

or someone else
higher up the ladder.

You see this street?

I look up and down it,

there's nobody that
was here before me.

That means something.

Aye. It means you've
been here a long time

- and it's your turn to pull up the ladder.
- Our Denise...

Coming to the inn to chide
me. She wants rid of me.

She might as well
push me down the road.

She just wants you to be
happy, that's all, Edmund.

Surely you can see that.

I'll paint my shop from
top to bottom. And then...

I can help you out if
you want, on Sunday.

I'd only spend it
chasing girls up the river.

Or chasing girls down the river.

Everything I know in
this world is right here.

I am concerned for Katherine.

Her husband's jealousy is telling
on her. I fear she might fall ill.

Well, that is all to the good.

Your courting of her has
w-worked to our favour.

What I am trying to
make clear to you is that

I cannot continue
with this deception.

Tom Weston is a
dangerously volatile man.

The pressure is telling on him.

- I have seen it.
- All to the good.

Mr Moray, sir, if I may.

- You have played your part.
- And played it handsomely.

Now, we will approach Tom
Weston with our proposal.

What proposal?

John? John?

Jonas, take him through this way.
I don't want her to find you here.

Sir.

Are you in there?

John, are you in there?

Who were you talking to?

It has finally come to it. I must
have been talking to myself.

Ballentine? He's
spending all of his money

on a wife who's young
enough to be his daughter.

- The man's mind is addled with love.
- And what's wrong with that?

Nothing. Nothing's
wrong with that.

When it comes to
business matters,

his mind is as sharp
as the best of us.

I believe if we came
to him with a proposal...

He has a pretty bride who's
taken a fancy to the store, darling,

those are not grounds for us to
believe the man is a suitable investor.

Are you opposed to the idea
because I suggested it to you?

I'm sorry.

I'm not at my best.

Why are you so
irritable, so distracted?

Is it Katherine?

What do you mean?

I saw how she was when we went
to dinner. She hardly said a word.

She was festering with rage.

I think she's unhappy
in her marriage.

She almost said as much.

You went to see her?

Yes. Yes. To plead with
her to rein in her husband.

His dabbling in the business
of the store is making

life here quite impossible.

But you did not tell me you
were going to see Katherine.

While they are our masters, we
must deal with them, as best we can.

Be careful John.

Katherine has not
forgotten. She'll never forget.

You do not wish
to sell. I accept that.

We shall both of us proceed
on that understanding.

But it would be
duplicitous of me

were I not to advise
you of my intentions.

My brother and I have a store in
Manchester and one in Liverpool.

We wish to expand
south and, indeed, n-north.

Our intention is to
be the first and, sir,

the only, national
formation of emporiums.

And you propose to build here?

We have a site.
Plans are being drawn.

Up until now, Mr Weston,

the battle has been between
the small stores and The Paradise.

That war was easily won.

If I build there will
be an almighty clash

on an altogether
different scale. A price war.

Some of your best staff might
well be tempted by better offers.

Customers will be, at
the very least, divided.

Why would you
wish to forewarn me?

It means that I might arm
myself against your intentions.

It is a battle I W-WILL win.

But it will be a costly
affair. I would prefer you...

To accept defeat now? In
the comfort of my own home.

Not defeat, no. Perhaps
a more personal triumph.

You will appreciate that
a businessman must be,

shall we say, "single-minded"?

If I build, I intend to employ
Moray as my store manager

and I will provide him with whatever
funds are needed to succeed.

If you sell The Paradise to me,

I will cast Moray
into the wilderness

never to return.

No.

I understand that emotion might
get the better of judgment, sir,

so I will wait for one week
whilst you allow yourself some

re-reflection on the matter.

Let me explain.

What you describe,

Mr Fenton, are
the circumstances.

What you are
dealing with is a man.

If I surrender to your demand,

it will be...

..because I am a coward.

Once you take the name down,
that really is the end, isn't it?

It is.

Yeah, well, you
have to. Take it down.

I mean, you can't paint Edmund
Lovett back up there again

in bright new colours, cos
what's that going to look like?

Yeah, but if my name's
not above the shop,

what is it I'm
supposed to be selling?

Anyone interested is
going to want to know

they're buying a going concern.

You could just write up
there - "Draper's Shop".

There, you see!

- Straight from the mouths of babes.
- Yeah... Well...

It's for you to have opinions.

It's for me to decide.

Oh, a little more, thank you. You
have such a lovely garden, Lucille.

Eat up, girls.

You're not allowed to leave
until you are properly indulged.

Four shop girls on a blanket
and not a man in sight!

No-one's going to
be indulged today.

Have some meat.

There's peasant.

I mean "pheasant".

Where I come from,
"peasant" is a delicacy.

We have it with an egg on top!

I'm a peasant.

As good as.

I know you all know it.

I don't know how to dress,
how to walk, how to talk.

You must be wondering how I
got myself a husband like Ballentine!

Well, it's none of
our business, Lucille.

I was wondering.

He was sick.

I was nursing him and, er...

Men always fall for the nurses.

There. Now, we know.
He's a lucky man to have you.

Any fried mongrel to
go with that peasant?

Did he court you whilst
he was sick in hospital?

I let him woo me.

Why should I not? I've had
my heart broke plenty of times.

Men get well and
they move away...

..and they forget
they were in love.

I thought my time had passed.

But Ballentine didn't forget.
He wanted to marry me,

and I know what all the
wives around here think of me.

You must be thinking the same.

I'm no more than
a pretty face...

The only difference
between you and us, Lucille,

is that you chased
after a good man.

Isn't that right, girls?

You found a husband whose
only desire is to make you happy.

If you think we're here
to judge you for that,

then you're wrong.

Thank you. Thank you, Clara.

It truly is a comfort to me to
have you to turn to, Moray.

I hope that you appreciate
how grateful I am.

Katherine, Tom is punishing you
because I'm here to remind him

of how things were between us.

It is a provocation to him.

If we see one another, I can't
help thinking it will make this worse.

Be honest with me,
be honest with yourself.

Do you suppose it will make
things better if we continue like this?

I brought you back
here to punish you.

It wasn't enough to ruin you.

That could never match the hurt
I felt when you abandoned me.

I put you back in that place so that
I could watch you with Denise and...

..I didn't care how
long it might take...

I wanted her to feel as I felt.

To be terrified of losing you.

And then, to lose you.

But now...

A few moments alone with
you, to feel your tenderness,

your protection... I don't
want to hurt anyone now.

I only want to know that
sometimes we can be like this.

Don't take that away from
me. Tom will destroy you...

Denise will destroy you.

Have you thought of that?

Tom told me what
he sees in the store.

Denise has such ambition.

I saw her face when he
suggested that she might go to Paris.

He says she will outrun you...

You asked me to be
honest with you, Moray.

I implore you to
meet truth with truth.

What I describe,

is that what you see?

You have comforted me.

Can't I comfort you?

You have such a splendid
home, a good life, a lovely wife,

but...

Why do I not
retire? Why should I?

Oh, I've had several
opportunities to sell my brewery,

but I've never been tempted.

It's what keeps me going, work.

Keeps me sharp.

Every new challenge
takes ten years off my age!

Well, maybe five.

I make beer, and I
feel I've done all I can

selling ales to the nation.

I want one more business
conquest to make me young again.

Now I hear that Moray is trying
to raise funds to buy back his store

without much success.

How did he come to lose it?

He... fell in love.

He gave up all that he
had to be true to his girl.

Aye, I've heard the stories.

It rather endears him to me.

But then, I have become something
of a romantic in my old age,

as you can see, Denise.

Mr Ballentine, might
you meet with Mr Moray

so that he might put before you a
proposal to invest in The Paradise?

It is a sound enterprise, with
potential for extensive expansion.

We are not vulnerable
to the whims of fashion,

in fact, we are always
ahead of our customers.

As modern manufacturing
creates new goods,

we are the first to offer them.

More and more people
are coming to the city,

as I did, as your wife did,

and what they want is
the new, the glamorous,

foreign goods.

People want betterment,
and The Paradise is a haven

for all that they wish for.

Why would I want Moray to present
to me when you do it so admirably?

Oh! I'm sorry, I
got carried away...

Nae, don't apologise
for what you're good at.

I wanted a son.

Someone who would
take on my business

and make it flourish
for his own generation.

If I'd had the
son I'd wished for,

he'd have been
just like you, Denise.

Now, you put together
a formal proposition

and I'll consider it.

It's a fine job you're doing,
Edmund. It has to be said.

Yes, so fine you know what's
coming, don't you, Myrtle?

I do. When he's finished the outside,
it'll cross his mind to do the inside.

Just so they're all the same, like.
And when he's done the inside...

He'll step back and admire
his handiwork and say...

"Seems a shame to leave the place
when I've got it looking so splendid!"

Come on, Edmund, eat your cake.

- Edmund?
- Come on, eat your cake. Edmund...?

Moray, Denise may well have
found exactly what you are looking for.

Mr Ballentine as good as
said he's willing to invest.

He'd like you to meet with him.

Katherine and Tom are not minded
to sell. It would antagonise them

if they thought we were
manoeuvring against them.

Surely there's no harm in
having the funding in place?

We must find investment
that is from the best source

that comes at the
most favourable time.

Mr Moray, sir, your messages.

I know, sir. Mr Dudley
will deal with them.

I long to go back to that
time of innocence between us.

The two of us just
talking in the dark.

Sweetheart, it
was never innocent.

You were engaged to be married,
and I was a shop girl working for you.

Things have
always been difficult,

but we persevered
because we love one another.

It's the same now.

Sometimes, I wish you
just didn't work here.

I wish we'd met in the street.

I just want us to be
able to love one another

and for it all to be simple.
What is wrong with that?

There's nothing wrong with that.

I think they call it romance.

You think we should defy Moray?

Let's not call it that.

Let's call it helping.
Without his knowledge.

Or consent. But helping nonetheless.
If we can secure workable funds...

The Westons are
crushing John, Dudley.

We have to do something.
Even if it only amounts

to giving him a little
bit of hope to carry on.

I'm not sure that acting
secretly is the best way, Denise.

I don't know what
Myrtle puts in her pastry,

she says she has
a secret ingredient.

Provided it's not her toenails,

I don't need to know
as long as it tastes good.

Eh, Denise, what is
eating up your uncle?

I couldn't even get him
to eat my cake today.

I must go across and
see him, I've been so busy.

Perhaps he's wise to what
you put in your recipe, Myrtle.

I see people looking at
me when I'm with Ballentine.

I saw it on your face when
I brought him into the store.

What does it matter
what others think of you?

Because it's true.

It must be true.

The more kindness he shows
to me, the more guilty I feel.

I made a mistake. I
have to admit it, I have to.

I will leave him.

Isn't that a cruel thing to
do to a man who loves you?

It's more cruel if I stay.

Katherine?

Katherine?

Don't pretend to know or
understand anything you don't.

He's a businessman of many
years' experience. He will know.

Keep the figures simple -
don't inflate or exaggerate.

If he catches you out,
then you've lost him.

Wouldn't it be better
if you came with me?

No, it wouldn't.

But, why wouldn't it?

Because you found
Ballentine, he's your conquest.

There's no-one here.

What you just told me, Mr Dudley,
that's not the true reason, is it?

I would present Mr Ballentine
with figures, and he would see in me

a man who could be trusted
with his investment. You?

You would light up
the room, Denise.

I'm good at what I do.
The best at my own job.

But something like this
takes an entrepreneur.

I just want to see the
look on John's face

when I tell him
we have a way out.

And you will, Denise. You will.

Go on, go.

Go to bed. And good luck.

Walk on!

Denise...

There is something about Mr
Weston's time in the army, sir.

Something he cannot
bear to speak about.

Denise has just left the street in
a carriage. Where has she gone?

You might be better asking
Mr Dudley about that, sir.

Clara? Clara?

I don't know what possessed me

to say such things to
you about my husband.

I couldn't sleep
for fear that...

You didn't tell anyone
what I said to you, did you?

There was nothing to tell.

I couldn't bear it if
Ballentine found out.

I mean, found out
what I'd been saying.

But your mind is made up?

Oooh! I've not seen
these shawls before.

Do you like them? We
must both have one, Clara.

There's no need for
that, Mrs Ballentine.

I just want to show you what
you mean to me. I have a friend.

I have a true friend.

I want you to have this.

- I can't accept that from you.
- Please. You must. To show you.

Friends. Trusted friends.

There are rules about
such things in the store.

If I accept that, I
could lose my position.

Then don't tell
them. Be between us.

Do you think you can buy
my sympathy, my silence?

Buy my friendship?

You're a customer.

You are no more to me than that.

Flora?

The projected income
for the next year...

Yes, sir?

I imagined it might be
more. Is there a problem?

I have erred on
the side of caution.

False expectations
create disappointment

and a sense of failure.

What I have predicted
and what we reach for

are not the same thing.

And do you have figures for
what you might reach for, Denise?

Why did Moray not make
this presentation himself?

Please, don't hold this one
small omission against him, sir.

Moray has built The
Paradise from nothing.

He knows better than anyone
how to make the store a success.

Your proposal meets with
my satisfaction, Denise.

But I have other considerations
to take into account.

I will not keep you waiting
too long for an answer.

Thank you, sir.

He's a very fortunate fellow.

I hope he knows it.

I found her sitting
in my chair...

As though she were
trying out the throne.

Do you suppose I haven't
done the same? And Sam?

I once found
Arthur sitting there.

We're all allowed
to daydream, Moray.

There's no harm in it.

I'm sorry, I seem to be
jumping at shadows, don't I?

You know why? You're consumed
with such underhand business

with Jonas and Fenton
that you refuse to notice

that Ballentine's the perfect
financier for you. Why is that?

Because Denise... found him.

She wooed him.

She brought you a
gift! She did it for you!

Because she loves you.

You've lost sight of
what really matters.

Instead you prefer to
dally with Katherine Weston

in the hope that you
can... who knows what.

I've been an
almighty fool, Dudley.

You have. And what do
you propose to do about it?

I did not come to your room
to frighten you, Katherine.

I came to look at you.

I've received an offer
to sell The Paradise.

Why would you want
to do such a thing?

I've decided it is for the best.

- No. You can't.
- I can. I'm your husband.

What I decide will prevail.

But it makes no sense...

Last night, Katherine, I
came to your room to tell you...

..I don't want to lose you.

What if we were to stop?

Stop...

..punishing one another.

What if we were to say...

..we are married now.

We can make a life.

Flora adores you.

We have a child to care for.

I promise you, I
will always be here.

I will not break my word.

My dear Moray.

I must put upon your good nature

and your kindness towards
me once more, and ask that you

come to meet with me urgently.

Please forgive my haste, I
will explain when I see you.

Katherine.

John?

Are you going out?

Darling, I have an appointment
to see Campbell Ballentine.

I took your advice
and approached him.

That's wonderful.

I'm so pleased.

- It's Clara, isn't it?
- It is, sir.

- If you'll excuse me.
- I'd like a word with you, Clara.

Did you tell him?

- I wouldn't do such a thing.
- You did. I saw you.

I saw you speaking
with my husband.

He was inviting me, inviting all
of the girls, to his birthday party,

to please you.

There! Do you see now? Do you
see now why I must leave him?

What is there to see? I
don't deserve a man like him.

The more devoted he is to me,

the more I wait for the day
when he sees me as I truly am.

I tricked him. I bewitched
him. What do you mean?

When I was nursing
him, there was one night...

He looked so handsome,
when he was sleeping and...

..I couldn't seem
to stop myself.

I kissed him.

I feel like I've stolen
his soul in his sleep

and that's why he loves me.

Why would you torment
yourself with such superstition?

Do you really think
he's so easily fooled?

You did not steal his
love, you did not trick him.

Look, listen to me.

- Do you love him?
- Of course!

Then love him.

That's all he wants from you.

Love him and you'll
be rid of your torments.

If you leave him, you will curse
yourself for the rest of your days.

To hell with what other
people think of you.

Your husband adores you.

You've been lucky
in finding such a man.

Why not just accept your luck?

Yes, thank you.

Don't look so startled, Denise.

I thought you'd be
pleased to see me.

I am, Mr
Ballentine. It's just...

I am glad to see you.

I had hoped that Moray
would have the good grace

to send me a note at least.

He's made no contact with you?

Perhaps that is just as well.

I am tempted by
this place, Denise.

I want to invest.

Well, that is wonderful
news. Thank you.

But one of the things I've
had to consider is this -

I could just as well buy
the store. Put in a manager.

Someone I could trust,
someone I have faith in.

Someone with vision, ambition...

Please, sir, before any
such considerations,

I implore you to
meet with Moray,

hear him talk about this place.

I am certain you'll want
to do business with him.

Very well.

I will trust your
judgment in this, Denise.

Thank you, sir!

And...

Thank you.

You could take on a new calling,
Edmund. My house needs painting.

I know I can't stay here.

I know I'm a married man.

I have a new life. I know it.

I feel like my old life's
been taken away from me.

I've been robbed of it.

I can't let it go.

Not yet.

Not like this.

Edmund!

Edmund, what's wrong?
Easy, easy! Edmund!

You all right?

Edmund!

Uncle!

Edmund. Go!

Uncle!

Get help!

Uncle Edmund? It's Denise!

He will recover from this.

He'll need rest.
A lifetime of rest.

He's been like a father to me.

I was so caught up in my own
concerns, I had no time for him.

The last time I spoke
to him, I was chiding him.

Then next time you speak to
him, be sure to make him laugh.

- Where's John?
- If he knew what had happened,

I am certain he would
want to be with you here.

You haven't answered
my question, Dudley.

Where is he?

Thank you for coming.

- Katherine...
- Will you allow me to speak

while it is all clear to me
and I have the resolve?

I am a mother now.

I have the
responsibility of a child.

I can't bear to
think that my actions

might cause fear
for that dear girl.

Do you see?

I must forbid myself
from seeing you alone.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

This must be the last time.

Then I would not want to burden
you with any more anxiety, Katherine.

I will go... Perhaps...

..a few moments more.

When I am alone my thoughts
are governed by reason.

But when I am with
you, it is different.

I am overcome with the wish just
to look at you, to touch your hand.

I said I wanted you to
come to me in your distress.

My concern for you, Katherine,
has been entirely genuine.

I want you to know that.

- When I came here today...
- No!

I love Denise.

I cannot in any way... You
were always true to her?

With all my heart, yes.

I will stand on my own.

Katherine?

Did he do this to you?

I can't help myself.

Denise...

I'm sorry I wasn't
here with you.

You were with
Katherine, weren't you?

Look at me and tell
me where you've been.

I've...

I've been with Katherine.

I've not betrayed you.

I wish to be alone
with my uncle.

Please, let me sit in
peace with my uncle.

It really is. It's wonderful.

- All is well?
- All is well.

I think it's about
time I retired, isn't it?

I am not going to chide
you, if that's what you want.

What I want is a cup of tea.

You always said I make
the worst tea in the world.

Then I want a cup of
the worst tea in the world.

Why is it that pain has to teach
us what is right under our noses?

23 years I've loved Audrey,

never believing it would be.

Now, she's waiting
for me and I fight it

to hold on to a bit of pride.

Well...

I'm done fighting now, Denise.

Denise, I don't want you to...

I know this must be...

You must not think of leaving.

I am not going to
leave. I belong here.

I'd like to introduce you
all to someone very special.

One of the most celebrated
photographers in all of the land.

You look like hell.

One feels that's exactly
where I'm headed.

Our case was nothing more than
an epilogue to an arduous tale.

I've seen things.
You've imagined things.

Oh, it is!

It's here!