All language subtitles for The.Paradise.S01E02.1080p.BluRay.x264-FLHD

Where did you vanish to on Saturday
night? Wouldn't you like to know?

That big-nosed girl had you
buying her drinks all night.

For nothing, I'll bet! Don't bite,
Sam, or they'll only keep at you.

I didn't see the boys queuing up
to buy you a drink, Pauline.

I didn't see any boys
even looking at yous.

Oh, he can be vinegar
when he wants to, can't he?

I don't know
why you had to go outside...

you were just about kissing
Big Nose at the bar.

It wasn't big. It was striking.

Far be it for me, sir,
to take up Mr Dudley's role,

but if we are to give flowers away...

Goodwill, Miss Audrey.

Which is another way of saying
"advertising".

Pink. Perfect.

Dudley, let's have a pink floral
display in the windows
with silks and satins.

Ladies will unwittingly carry our
message on every street of the city.

Oh, Katherine,
you told me this was a shop.

This isn't a shop.

This is a kind of heaven.

Well, you must spoil yourself
a little, Jocelin...

and if you won't, then I will.
I don't know where to start.

Perhaps I could suggest, Ma'am,
that you start with gloves.

No, that's not as silly
as it sounds.

Once your hands feel the pleasure
of comfort and elegance,

you shall attack the rest of
the store, bounding in confidence.

I know what you're thinking -
this is all talk and trickery.

What I am thinking is -
if I can just keep this lady here
one more minute,

then perhaps she will try on,
say... the mousquetaire?

No... the lace.

I would dearly like
to try on the lace.

You were right, what you said -
the pleasure of comfort.

I will take the lace.

Oh, look - deerskin!

I don't think I can resist deerskin.

And the evening gloves are
so delightful. I'll take those too.

Jocelin, I said spoil yourself
a LITTLE!

After month upon month of living
in the middle of nowhere,

I feel I've wandered into paradise.
You have, Ma'am.

It says so above the door.

Moray! Let me introduce you
to my dearest friend, Jocelin.

Welcome to my store.

I am utterly enchanted.

I suspect I might spend
the whole of my holiday right here.

Oh, flowers!

Yes. It occurred
to Miss Audrey that...

Perhaps I should let her
tell you herself.

A small gesture to our customers.
A present to extend good cheer.

Perhaps you might pay us the
compliment and be the first to
accept one of our Paradise Pinks?

I would be delighted!

Sam, do the honours
for Mrs Brookmire?

Courtesy requires I present
Miss Glendenning with her flower.

What is your name?

Sam, Ma'am.

The rhyme was an extra treat
for free.

Thank you, darling,
for being so kind to Jocelin.

The Paradise seems
to have swept away her sadness.

Hmm, you surprise me -
she doesn't seem sorrowful at all.

Jocelin is only effusive
when she is unhappy.

Life was made
all the more interesting
by the mysteries of women.

There! Comely in pink.

What is it, Denise?

I'm sorry, sir, I wasn't dawdling.

You were watching those ladies -
what were you thinking?

Nothing, sir, I...

Only, it came into my mind that...
No.

Yes, yes, yes. Go on.

"Miss Paradise Pink" - the prettiest
lady wearing one of our flowers

might be given a prize
and declared as...

"Miss Paradise Pink".

To celebrate a lady's loveliness.
What woman wouldn't want it?

It would bring them into the store,
just to see who else is here,
who else believes they might win.

The whole store,
buzzing with beautiful women,

each trying to be more glittering
than the rest.

How clever, Denise,
what a wonderful idea!

We must do it.

Mr Moray, sir - you cannot...
I mean...

I would be grateful
if you did not tell Miss Audrey
that this was my idea.

Ah, yes. Well...

I can see why she might find your
presence rather alarming, Denise.

Leave it with me.

And thank you.

Oh, so many temptations.

I can't make up my mind.
Miss Audrey, where is the girl
who helped me last time I was here?

Ah, Denise?
Denise, make yourself visible.

You must have her, Jocelin.
She is quite something.

How may I help you, ladies?

I feel I could purchase everything
I lay my eyes on.

Isn't it wonderful?

She has selected
a number of items, sir,

but does not have in her purse
the means to purchase them.

Well, let her put them on account.

Moray, this is not
how we do business.

Then we shall be the first.

Look at her.

She's all we've hoped for -
a woman who sees every temptation

and resists none.

And pays for none either.

Her husband will settle the bill.

If we can snare this class of woman
into indulging herself,

then we shall be as rich
as they are.

Mrs Brookmire,
might I propose that we dispense

with the vulgarities of cash
for a lady of your estimation

and simply record your purchases
for future settlement?

You having a problem there,
Mr Lovett?

The door won't shut.

Let's have a look.

No wonder - this handle's biblical.

Got any tools?

Yeah, yeah, I'll fetch some.
Why do you know about door handles?

My father was the best carpenter
this side of the river.

He taught me at his knee.
Why are you a draper?

Cotton doesn't give you splinters.

Truth is,
I like the japes with the customers.

Best he doesn't see us.
He'll wonder what I'm doing here.

One thing, son - if you're
afraid of helping a neighbour,

what does that tell you?

Fetch the tools,
we'll philosophise later.

Moray, the hunt is next week

and it would mean so much to me
if you would come along.

My darling, I'm a draper
who has done rather well.

I have no place at the hunt,
nor do I ever want one.

Oh, you do amuse me
with your pretence
of still being a working man.

They make such a radiant couple.

It's a shame Teddy couldn't
accompany you this time, Jocelin.

You know how it is.
As soon as you plan a trip,

the Railways conjure a crisis.
Teddy is, of course, indispensable.

Mrs Brookmire. You are wearing your
Paradise Pink. How gracious of you.

I'm told you've ordered
three dresses.

Might I suggest you move
to our city? Time to go in.

Am I neglecting you?

Not at all. You would tell me?

I am just so glad to see you so in
love, Katherine. Who can blame you?

He is such a man.

And he is clearly drunk
at the sight of you.

I am sure we'll find some time
to talk in the morning

and you can tell me
all of your news.

Jocelin.

All right.

So, which one's the ace?

I saw you put it in the middle.

Five guineas says you can't find it.

You're on.

Ah!

That's 20 guineas
you owe me so far. Write it down.

I'll be a rich man
before the night is over.

How do you do it?

Oh, Denise!
Sam helped me fix the door.

He's quite the dab hand.

Aye, it's cost you 20 guineas,
though.

Sit down, Denise.
I got a bottle of port somewhere.

Oh, I'm sure Sam has plans
for the evening. No, not tonight.

I got to wash my hair
and put my curlers in.

Sit down, sit down.

I was beginning
to worry about my uncle.

You seem to have cheered him up.

I cheer everyone up. I have a knack.

Denise, all the talk from
the other girls, it's not true.

It's none of my business.

If it was your business,
I would like that.

No, you wouldn't. I'd tease you
more than the other girls do.

The way I am, Denise,
I'm the same with everyone.

I like people. I joke with Edmund,
I tease the customers.

I like fun.

I had noticed
you're not exactly coy.

I just want you to like me.

I do like you.

Like me as in like me, or like me
as in kiss me till my lips are sore?

I'm surprised your lips
aren't already sore
from all the talking you're doing.

I warn you, a lad like me
will be snapped up. Sh!

And you'll spend your old age
full of regret.

Good night, Sam.

Hiya, Pete, you all right?

Oh yes, this hat is charming.

I'm not sure this shade
matches my complexion. I'm too pale.

I think I will take a second hat
in another colour.

Perhaps, Mrs Brookmire,
you might prefer this hat in green.

Please don't feel you have to
take the pink. I will buy the pink.

And the same hat in green.

And I shall have another
in burgundy.

You believe there's something
improper about my order?

No, Ma'am.

Only it is unusual that a lady
buy the same hat in three colours.

I know what I am doing.

I will write up your order, Ma'am.

I have a notion, Miss Audrey.

You do, sir? Is it good?

I think it might be
rather marvellous.

Oh. Miss Paradise Pink.

Oh, Miss Paradise Pink. Yes,
that is marvellous, Mr Moray, sir.

What is it?

I will make an award
for the most attractive lady

wearing one of our pink flowers.

I think that will make
a glorious promotion, Mr Moray.

Especially in your hands it will.

Oh? But, sir, we are Ladieswear.

I want this promotion
to have the flair to it
that only you can provide.

I know you will expand it,
add to it, make it sizzle.

Miss Glendenning.

I was about to leave Moray a note.

There is no need for that, Ma'am.
Mr Moray is in the Great Hall.

If what you wanted
was for her to spend freely,
it's certainly working.

Her bill will make
her husband shudder.

Oh, the tribulations
of you married men.

Mrs Brookmire, is something wrong?

I fear I might faint.

Please don't let them see me
like this. Away. Not here.

Not here! Right, take my arm.
All right.

Just rest here a moment.

I suddenly felt weak and desolate.
It all felt too much.

The Paradise can do that to people.

No, it is not the Paradise.
It is me!

It all felt too much.

Please, I can't let them
see me like this.

How do I get back?

Give me your shoe.

We'll say you twisted your ankle.

You can cry as much as you like
and no-one will be any the wiser.

Thank you, Sam.

Miss Paradise Pink!

Mr Moray has entrusted us
to vitalise this special event.

Ladieswear. Under my leadership,

we are to embellish and implement.

First we must order
and distribute the flowers.

What else might we consider? Pauline?

Mr Moray himself might choose
the lady who wins the prize.

Splendid. Splendid.

And the lady must be in the store,
wearing her flower

in order to be chosen,
because it might happen
at any time during the day.

What's the prize, Ma'am?

We are authorised to settle upon
a reward at our own discretion.

I think a hat.

No...

a dress.

A pink dress! There, we have it.

Or perhaps if any of you
might like to enrich the situation?

Denise, you are quiet today.

Perhaps, Miss Audrey,
in order to win,

the customer must have purchased one
item on the day of the prize-giving.

Oh, I think that might be
rather tasteless.

But I will consider it.

And be presented
with a garland of flowers.

And the lady might have
her picture in the newspaper.

Yes, that is...

AND have her picture hung up
in The Paradise, wearing the dress.

Splendid. Splendid.

And suppose we were to hang
the empty picture frame in the store

so that every lady might imagine
herself as the one filling it?

My thoughts exactly.

One boy looked at me twice
last week. Boys do look at me.

Clara, don't I have
drinks bought for me?

Oh, Pauline. It was one jibe days
ago. Can't you just forget about it?

If he said such a thing to me,
I'd kick his kneecaps into his chin.

What he is - Sam -
he's a big mouth.

He says things about me,
but I know what people say about him.

What do they say? Girls.

Girls say that Sam
is a naughty boy. A rogue.

A charmer. A flirt.

A ladies' man.

I feel rather like a charlatan.

Katherine insisted I stay at home,
rest my foot.

You wanted to speak with me, Ma'am?

I didn't summon you, Sam!

I simply requested you come along
so I could thank you.

Please, sit down.

You'll have a drink?

Um, aye. Would you pour?

I have a small gift for you,

to show my gratitude
for your heroics.

Hardly what you'd call heroics,
Mrs Brookmire.

But I'm grateful
for your kindness.

Snapping a lady's heel
isn't exactly the crown of gallantry.

Please, call me Jocelin.

I can't bear to be so formal
after what you've done for me.

Jocelin is a very pretty name,

but Mrs Brookmire
comes easier to a draper.

I might get above myself
if I'm not too careful.

I didn't know wine
was supposed to taste this soft.

It's like drinking silk.

Not that I've ever drunk silk
to know what drinking silk's like.

I'm glad it was you who found me.

You saved me a great deal
of embarrassment and explaining.

Do you not want to know
what it was that so affected me?

All I know is what I saw,
Mrs Brookmire.

You were in need of help.

Wealth is not happiness, Sam.

Privilege is not contentment.

I'm sorry.

When I am enjoying myself,
I seem to be worse.

There are times when...

I feel I must tell someone.

I want to tell you because...

Why do I feel like
you will understand?

I cannot talk to Katherine.
She is so happy. How can I?

Since I have come here,

I have been pretending
it is a normal visit, but it isn't.

Please, promise me
you won't tell anyone.

Aye. It is none of my business,
Ma'am. I have left my husband!

I thought that I might die
if I remain there one more day.

I have not felt warmth or tenderness
for the longest time.

Jocelin!

What has this man done?

Sam. Sam, what is it?

I should never have gone out there.
Gone where?

What was I thinking?
What's happened?

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

Look at me. We are friends.

I was invited up to the Glendennings'
house by Mrs Brookmire.

Something happened. It's all...

I can't believe it - so stupid!

They found me kissing her.
HER kissing me.

So I just ran!
Mrs Brookmire kissed you?

Denise, what am I going to do?

Well...

there's only one thing you can do -
tell the truth.

Who is this man?

He is a draper, Your Lordship.
Sam is a good lad.

He is clearly not a "good lad".

And I take it you will relieve him
of his position immediately.

I will speak to Sam.
What is there to speak about?

Do you doubt my word?

I saw the state
Mrs Brookmire was in.

Sam will be removed from the store
first thing in the morning,
Your Lordship.

It is only to spare Mrs Brookmire
the indignity of a court hearing

that we're not pressing charges.

We are most grateful, Your Lordship.

Sir, it is my understanding
that Sam was here
at Mrs Brookmire's invitation.

What does that matter, hm?

It was a kindness on her behalf.

Are you attempting to suggest
some impropriety on her part?

Far from it, sir.

We only wish to make sense
of why this shop assistant

should have the audacity
to come to your house.

May I ask
how Mrs Brookmire is now, sir?

She is recovering.
She was deeply shocked.

We simply wish to know, sir,
if it might be possible for us

to make an apology to Mrs Brookmire.

She is too distressed. We all are.

The draper will be dismissed
and the matter will be forgotten.

Katherine. Excuse me, I didn't mean
to leave without seeing you.

I imagined
you would be with Jocelin.

How is she, Ma'am?

I doubt whether
she will sleep tonight.

I doubt whether
I will sleep tonight.

Please offer her
our sincere regrets, Ma'am.

Would it be appropriate
for us to send her some flowers?

It would be appreciated.
Thank you, Dudley.

This is a sensitive matter for
a lady of Mrs Brookmire's standing.

We will do everything we can
to contain knowledge
of what happened here.

Yes. Thank you.

It is most considerate of you,
Dudley, to think of these things.

Darling...

you are quiet.

I might have expected you
to be more exercised

that one of your employees
should cause such distress
to my dearest friend.

I am concerned, Katherine,
I promise you.

But I expect loyalty from my staff,
so I must show them the same regard

until such a time as it is clear
that they no longer deserve it.

This, clearly,
is one of those moments, is it not?

Well, that is what
I intend to determine.

Look, my dear, all I'm asking

is that a draper be given
the opportunity to defend himself.

Jocelin is married.

She is the gentlest,
most honourable woman I know.

Miss Glendenning, may I speak?

I came here tonight because I feared
just such a reaction from Moray.

Might I explain?

When Moray and I both worked
for Mr Emmerson, I faced dismissal

because an accusation of stealing
was made against me by a customer.

I was out of work for two months
until I cleared my name.

I faced ruin.

Moray stood by me
and worried away at the matter
until justice prevailed.

Very well, I will leave
the matter in your hands, Dudley,

and trust that you will see to it

that justice, as you say, prevails.

My dear, we'll arrange for you to
be taken home first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

I fear I'm too weak to travel.
Perhaps in a day or two.

Of course. Um...

if you'd like me to call for
the doctor? I'm sure if I just rest.

Oh, well. Then I'll send for Teddy.
No.

No...

I- It would distress him.

Does he have to know?
He ought to be told.

He'll want to take care of you.

Let me tell him.

It might make things easier for him.

We must get you to bed, Jocelin.

A hot drink for both of us, I think.

He's not so chirpy
this morning, is he?

Oh, did Big Nose write you a note?

Yeah! "Thanks for the drink
but now I'm looking for a man!"

Sam, you have to tell
Mr Moray what happened.

I'm finished. I'm finished.

No, Sam, wait! Denise! Assist!

I must decide where we will hang
the Miss Paradise portrait.

We must hang it
where it cannot be missed.

By the front entrance is wrong.

We must use it to draw the ladies
deeper into the store.

I think at the rear
of the store, Denise.

What do you think of the rear?

Did you kiss her?
There was a kiss, sir.

But what I did wrong
was I let her kiss me.

Mrs Brookmire is a married woman
of some standing.

Are you asking us to believe that
she made improper advances on you?

I am, sir, because it is true.
I swear it on my mother's name.

If I may, Mr Moray?

Sam, I've heard there was
an incident in the store.

I went over to her because...

the heel of her shoe
had snapped off.

Why didn't you ask permission before
going off on such a rendezvous?

I just didn't think.
Perhaps you kept it secret

because you thought Mrs Brookmire
would be vulnerable
to your advances. No, sir, never.

Never.

If she insists I was improper

and I swear I am innocent, that's it,
isn't it? I'll be dismissed.

Because of who she is, and who I am.

Your word means as much to me
as any member of the gentry,

so long as you're telling the truth.

You will work in the delivery yard
until the matter is resolved.

Mr Moray, if you take me
from my counter,

everyone in the store
will believe I did wrong.

Let me stay on the shop floor,
sir, please.

Consider yourself fortunate
to be even standing there, Sam.

That is all.

I don't understand.

I found a card with them,
to the draper...

from Jocelin.

It is thanking him
for his gallantry.

The gift's rather an excessive
reward for such a small gesture.

It is her way.

Jocelin has been quite extravagant
ever since she arrived.

Papa...

you mustn't doubt her.

I couldn't bear that.

You saw the furniture turned over.
You saw her slapping his face.

I did, my dear. You're correct.

And to think that Jocelin might be
capable of doing such a thing

to her husband is...

beyond countenance.

We can forget about these.

Can't we, Papa?

Miss Audrey.

I have the card to send
to Mrs Brookmire

to invite her to come to the store
and try on the hats she's ordered.

Your words form a statement, Denise,
but your face wears a question.

I wanted to ask, Miss Audrey,
should I send it?

Of course we must send it.

We shall act as though Mrs Brookmire
has done no wrong...

for Mrs Brookmire has done no wrong.

I see a thought, Denise.

When I was serving Mrs Brookmire,

she seemed to me to be...

deeply troubled.

The significant words there, Denise,
were "seemed to me".

Seemed. What you offer, girl,
is opinion.

Opinion is dangerous
in a department store. But Sam...

Sam is a dear boy.
I am very fond of him.

Then shouldn't we tell Mr Moray
what I saw?

Indeed not.

You are forbidden, Denise, forbidden
to interfere in this matter.

I warn you, to venture into
this matter would only bring peril

into your own life and disrepute
to the name of Ladieswear.

But if you are fond of Sam...

Fondness is sometimes
outweighed by necessity.

I must further instruct you
to stay away from Sam.

Do you understand?

Yes, Miss Audrey.

You understand but you have
little intention to conform.

So be it.

Have the card delivered
to Mrs Brookmire. Girls!

As we adorn each lady with a pink...

we must swell her hope
with a compliment.

"Madam...

"you dazzle."

Sir? If I may?

Sam is concealing something
from you, sir.

Why are you so certain of it?
There was a hesitation.

He turned his face away
from you when he spoke

of coming to the assistance
of Mrs Brookmire in the store.

Is everyone guilty in your eyes,
Jonas?

If you doubt Sam,
then you doubt my faith in him.

I wish only to protect you, sir.

The reputation of The Paradise
is at stake.

What do you want from me, Jonas?

Only to serve you, sir.

My loyalty to you is assured.

It was on the floor
of your office, sir.

Miss Glendenning
almost discovered it.

May I suggest you destroy it?
If you'll excuse me.

Denise.

Why so forlorn?

The Paradise isn't The Paradise
without Sam at his counter, sir.

Sometimes, it's enough
to survive another day.

Yes, sir.

You'll learn, Denise, if we bend
a little, then we do not break.

But, Mr Moray, if Sam's innocent...?

With someone like Lord Glendenning,

it is as well
not to tell him he's wrong,

no matter how much
we believe in Sam.

Some people,

let's call them... our betters,

if we want them to come into
this store, we must practise the art

of letting them believe they are
the masters of every situation,

whilst we seek more subtle ways
to win the day.

Where I come from
we call it playing canny.

Yes.

It is best not to let them know
what we're thinking.

Especially what we think of them.

Ah.

Ma'am.

How thoughtful of Moray.

What shall we do today?

You don't have to make
an effort for me, darling.

We can sit in the sun all morning
and play cards, if you prefer.

I feel I would benefit from some
activity or, well, some fun.

Yes. Moray has assured me
the young man has been dismissed,

so this matter
will pass by promptly.

The sooner you enjoy some sunshine,

the sooner you will shake off
this dreadful incident.

That is what we all want.

Jocelin, I promised Moray
I would speak to him today

about a riding trip.

Would you mind terribly if I slip
away for a couple of hours?

Not at all.

I'm sure you long to see each other
every day.

Where is he then?

He's still working in the delivery
yard. He's hiding. For shame.

He must be scared.
Why must you think so ill of Sam?

He needs his friends.

Why do you think so well of him?
You don't know him like we do.

Oh, perhaps you've taken
a fancy to Sam.

What you don't know, Denise,
is that a few months ago

he left a girl crying.
What do you think of that?

Shh! Not so loud, Pauline.

Why was she crying?

Why do you think? Hands like snakes.

I think he did it. I think he went
to that house and he did it.

I heard that you were walking out
with Sam the other night, Denise.

Not walking out. Not like that.

Be careful, Denise. Sam can be
all cheek and fun and jokes,

but in the end I know what he is -
a boy.

Sam, what you doing out here?

I'm working.

What happened to your counter?

You were star turn
the last time I looked.

Edmund, I'm busy. I haven't got time,
I have to get on with my work.

Has something happened?
No, this is a promotion!

I just came over to see
if you wanted to come over later,

have a drink, game of cards?

That would be appreciated.

Our Denise will be there.
I thought you'd like that.

I would. I'm not sure she will.
Oh, of course she will.

You're just what she needs,
a lad like you.

I saw the way you two
were looking at each other.

I'll tell you,
it lifted my heart an inch or two.

Edmund, a woman, a very rich woman,
says I tried to kiss her,

to take advantage of her.
That's terrible.

I've no way to prove my innocence.

All day I've been thinking

the best thing might be for me
to be a hundred miles away.

See you tonight. Aye.

I am sure you'll appreciate

that Mr Moray has put himself
at great risk by keeping you on.

If something
like this has happened before,

you'd be wise to tell Mr Moray
about it. What do you mean?

If you did have a history of preying
on women, it will come to light.

Oi, that's not true!
Why would you say that?

My concern, gentlemen, is that
no customer has ever purchased

so very much and in such a flourish

and, well, since the lady
in question has an account,

my question is...
are we to present her bill?

We now face a dilemma
in calling in her account.

I don't see why.

It may seem insensitive
in the extreme to send a bill

to a lady who's been assaulted
by one of our employees.

But if we don't send it, we may seem
to accept her version of events.

Gentlemen...

I have some intelligence which
I feel you ought to be aware of.

One of my girls witnessed
Mrs Brookmire

in what can only be described
as an unstable condition.

Which of your girls told you this,
Miss Audrey?

Oh, since the girl came to me
in fear of becoming embroiled

in this unpleasant scandal, sir,

I feel honour bound
to protect her identity.

Yes, of course. Most considerate
of you, Miss Audrey.

I can vouch for the integrity of
the tale and the teller, gentlemen.

And to add
my own spoonful of sentiment,

Sam is one of us...

and a fine lad.

It has proven rather difficult

to contain the matter
amongst the staff.

Unfortunately, Mrs Brookmire
made herself somewhat visible.

She seemed to be shopping
with unseen abandon.

But, Moray, darling,

you know that her recklessness
was only because you tempted her so.

Hmm.

I could see very well

that your intention was to beguile
a lady of some station.

The man has been dismissed and now
I think it is best put behind us.

You have dismissed him, haven't you?

It must be particularly affecting
for poor Jocelin when...

as you told me,
she was already sorrowful.

Oh...

Jocelin has her sulks.

She would have told me
if it were anything so terrible.

Yes.

Of course. You would know if there
was anything troublesome going on.

And, of course, I would tell you.

If I lose my job because of this,
I shan't get another.

I don't think Mr Moray
will sack you. Aye.

He will have to.
Denise, I did charm her.

Of course I did. I fussed over her.
I complimented her.

I gave her such looks of admiration,
because she is a customer.

And that is my job.

When I made up the lie
about her shoe,

I did it because I knew she would
come back to my counter and buy more.

What do you mean, Sam? What lie?

She didn't want to be seen
in the store upset,

so I broke the heel of her shoe

to make it look as though
she'd had an accident.

Did you tell Mr Moray about this?
I couldn't.

It would look worse
if he thought I'd been deceitful.

I saw Mrs Brookmire that day.

There was something about her
seemed so wretched.

She's left her husband.

She's told no-one, not even
Miss Glendenning. She told you that?

Sam, do you see what this means?

If Mr Moray were to know
about this... Ah, no.

I promised I wouldn't say.

You're going to lose everything,
Sam.

Why would you keep your word
to this woman
who's going to ruin your life?

Cos I feel for her.

I keep thinking, she's a lady,
so she will tell the truth

and soon it'll all be over.

Because she's a lady,
she can't tell the truth.

I did make a girl cry, sir.

I made clear to you, Sam...

that I would stand by you,
but you must tell me the truth.

Sir...

I'd been warned you might be
hiding something from me.

But I chose to brush aside
that doubt because you assured me,

you assured me
that I could rely on you.

Sir... And because I put my faith
in my own people...

Sir, one of the girls
wants to speak with you.

Not now, Arthur!

Sir - she's crying.

Go on, Pauline.

Sir, Mr Moray, sir.
Sir, it is all my doing.

I was gossiping below stairs,
slandering.

Tell him who it was
you were slandering, Pauline. Sam.

Tell Mr Moray why you were
slandering him, Pauline.

Because he spited me a few days ago.

I didn't think it would never come
to anything like this, sir, never.

What a pretty mess this is.

Will someone tell me
about the crying girl?

Sam did make a girl, sir, cry.

Because he wouldn't walk out
with her, like she wanted him to.

You told me you would sack the boy.

Your Lordship...

what we said... Don't give me any
more of your weasel words, Moray.

I know you're playing me like
a spinning top. Simple question,

did you dismiss him?

No.

This is my store, sir...

and if I sidestepped the matter,

it was my clumsy attempt to show you
respect and consideration.

Now I must speak the truth.

I believe you're wrong.

I know you do.

In my home,
there's a woman in distress.

A girl I have known
since before she could walk.

If you believe I'm wrong,
you better damn well get on

and prove it to me, because
if you carry on like this, Moray,

you will tarnish her name
with every day that passes

and I am not minded
to let that happen.

What are you doing here?

I thought you liked me.

I thought it was all a mistake.
You cannot be here.

I believed you'd tell the truth.
You must go. You can save me.

Please. You know what happened.
I'll scream!

There are people not too far
from here - gardeners.

You will get caught.
I will tell them you attacked me.

I am here because all you have to do
is tell them it was a mistake!

I can't. That's not possible.
Tell them about your husband.

Tell them what you told me.
They'll understand.

How dare you?

You are a shop assistant

and you stand there
telling me what I should do?!

You told me to call you Jocelin.

< Mr Jones!

I will scream. I will scream.

Miss Audrey. I need your assistance.

As ever, Mr Dudley,
Ladieswear is at your disposal.

The girl who spoke to you
about Mrs Brookmire,
you must tell me who it is.

I thought I explained, sir,

I wish only to guard the child
against embroilment in...

It was Denise, sir.

Denise, what was it you saw?

Did Mrs Brookmire indicate
what might be troubling her?
Sir, there's something else.

Something more important,
something that Sam told me.

No.

No, Jocelin would have told me
if her marriage was in trouble.

If it is true,
if you ask her and she admits it,

can you see how this casts
a new complexion on the matter?

I can't bear
what this is doing to us.

It has put us on opposite sides.

I have felt all along that
you have defended the draper

because he is one of your own.

There is such a divide when...

All I want, darling,
is for us to love one another.

Such things run deep.

Perhaps it is wise
to listen to them.

I believed it was not possible for
Jocelin to be in the wrong because...

Because of her refinement?

Because she is my oldest friend.

I fear that you resent us

because you have worked so hard
for all that you have.

Do you see, darling?

That is what makes you
such a treasure to me.

I was so afraid that if Jocelin has
falsely accused one of your people...

then you would find a message
in that.

A message about me.

I do know something.

They were a gift, to thank him.

Nothing more,
nothing more than that.

What might Teddy feel if he knew...?
Teddy feels nothing!

Teddy is happy so long as he has his
guns and his dogs and his railways.

Teddy does not know that I exist.

I want to dance.

What is wrong with that?

I want to wear clothes
that make me feel like a woman.

I want to stay up half the night.
I want to kiss and be kissed back.

What is wrong with that?

There's nothing wrong with that.

I wish I hadn't been so distracted
when you needed me.

I married the wrong man.

I am doomed to loneliness.

It is time for you to tell Papa.

It is time for you to tell Moray.

That is not possible.
I cannot do this. Jocelin, please.

You cannot deny this any longer.
I have to, it is the only way.

Jocelin...

You will stand by me,
won't you, Katherine?

Because we must be true
to each other, true to who we are.

Your hats. The Paradise.

They are ready for you to try on.

You cannot ask me
to go back to that place.

You have to.

On this auspicious day,
you will choose Miss Paradise Pink.

Perhaps you might mill about, sir.

If you are milling,

then the ladies
will think they are being considered.

I will certainly mill, Miss Audrey.

Would you like me
to mill with you, sir?

I think I can mill on my own,
thank you.

If the hat is worn too far back,

we lose the way it affects
the shape of your face.

In Paris, it is worn at an angle -
like this.

Do you see?

Thank you, Denise.

I believe this colour best suits
your complexion, Mrs Brookmire.

I do feel pretty in this colour.
You look lovely, Madam.

Is it a good life, Denise?
The life of a shop assistant?

It is hard work, ma'am,
but I do so enjoy it.

It must be a delight to work here,

surrounded by
so many attractive things.

I will be going home soon.

I shall miss The Paradise.

I hope that I might come back
some day. Perhaps you might.

I know what you must think of me.

I feel for Sam.

We all do.

He says it himself -
he can't help it, he likes people.

Denise, might I ask you
to do something for me?

Of course, Mrs Brookmire.

May you arrange for me
to see Mr Moray privately?

Have you seen Sam? No, I haven't.

Has anyone seen Sam?

No, I haven't seen him.

Sam!

You shall return to your counter.

Her entire bill, paid in full.

Every penny. He insists.

Your receipt, sir.

Her husband would have settled
the account, but, er,

since Mrs Brookmire is my guest,

I felt it simpler to deal
with the matter. Of course.

You're most grateful, Your Lordship.

I appreciate your consideration
in not presenting the bill, Moray.

We are all gratified the episode
is peacefully resolved, sir.

My daughter insists that, whilst
I am here, I repay your discretion

with an invitation to dinner,
both of you.

In the end, women make errand boys
of us all, hm?

Perhaps we should give
all of our most lavishly-spending
customers an account.

This store is a place
for all things beautiful.

We shall be proud to display
your picture, Madam, and name you...

Miss Paradise Pink!

Thanks.

Give it back or I'll kill you.

Allow me to introduce
Mr Peter Adler.

Peter, Miss Katherine Glendenning.

I can do anything I set my mind to.
Really? Anything?

What is there to stop me?

I have decided - there will be
no more ideas. I am to stop thinking?

If you wish to remain
at The Paradise.