All language subtitles for The Paradise_S01E05_The Paradise - Episode 5_Subtitles_1

[THEME SONG PLAYING]

Your Lordship?

The expansion,
how is it proceeding?

The barber is proving a little
difficult, sir.

But we need his premises to
extend along the street.

We have made
him a generous offer.

Well, clearly
not generous enough.
You have the funds, Moray.

If you are seen
to stall it will
look like impotence,

the little shops
will appear to
be ruling the roost.

The whole city knows
I am backing you.

I'll be taken for a fool.

I assure you, sir,
it will all be
settled as soon as I...

Good. Because it must.

Take up the loan soon, Moray,
or the funds
will be withdrawn.

Your Lordship, may I say,

I did exactly as you bid me
with Katherine.

I have made no approach,

I have not
attempted to interfere
with her and Peter Adler.

Good, however,

my daughter is
no longer enjoying
the company of Mr Adler.

I'm sorry. I...
I didn't know that.

It appears you can win her
even by leaving her alone.

Perhaps even more
when you stay away from her.

She will contact you,
I dare say.

I'll leave you to decide how
you must respond.

Now there's something mighty
puzzling to set your eyes on!

Why would she go shopping
at them shops,

when she knows Mr Moray won't
be happy about that?

Would he?

The funds from Glendenning
are in place,

we must conclude
the purchase quickly.

The barber is one of the few
shops on the street
still prospering,

so it will require
a generous offer

to press him into a
speedy agreement.

Have the papers ready.

Dudley, you look to me
like a man in need
of a close shave.

Put them by the door, girls.

I want to create a crush that
spills out onto the street.

It is the little
inspirations which keep us

ticking over till
we find the next
big idea to make us flourish.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOORBELL CHIMING]

Madam? Ms Glendenning.

Do come in. Well...

What a charming
little store you
have, Mr Lovett.

Thank you, ma'am. Yes.

I am assured I can expect
the finest stitching.

You wish me to...
You would like me to?

My own dressmaker
is indisposed.

I have taken a
fancy to something
particularly elegant. Simple.

Look at that velvet.

Heavens,
and such organdy and taffeta.

I can see I will require more
than one garment.

Ms Glendenning,
ma'am, may I ask,

I'm very grateful you
should come into my shop.

I am sure you
could call on any
store hereabouts.

I consider it my
public duty to
favour enterprises like yours,

the old craft shops
that have served our community
since I was a girl.

We do not want
to lose you, do we?

And we mustn't let Mr Moray
believe that
he rules the world.

I can't begin to
tell you, ma'am,
what this means to me.

May I suggest
we begin with the organdy?

What you are doing next door,
Mr Moray, it's a marvel.

I said to myself,
that man will own
the whole street.

Nothing less than
a true marvel.

Opportunity, sir,
that's what this is for me.

MORAY: What are
your plans, Bradley?

I'm going to
take me apron off.

I've been listening to the
same old stories

from the same old faces,
day after day.

I want more.

Then I suggest
we conclude
our business swiftly.

That we will.

I was, erm, thinking, sir,
perhaps,

you know, rather than
you just buying me shop,
there might be another way.

Another way?

If I could come into
The Paradise, a kind of
partner in the business.

[SNORTS]

That is not possible.
The Paradise is mine, alone.

No, no, I'm not saying
I'll be your equal or
nothing like that. No.

[GASPS]

I just want to wear
a suit every day.

I see you fellers,
you get respect from...
People.

Huh?

Bradley Burroughs,
Junior Partner.

Hah? I might be
admired as a man of the world.

Bradley, with an offer
like this, you could set
yourself up anywhere.

I stand in me shop every day,
watching them
coming and going,

walking right past me
heading into The Paradise.

This is me chance, you see?

Those are my terms.

I think, what you need,
Mr Burroughs,

is some time to
reconsider your position.

I bid you good day.

[SIGHS]

If I do not
get Burroughs to sell
now, I will lose the funds.

I must have the barber-shop,
it is the only way for us

to begin our development
along the street.

Sir, if I may?
Burroughs holds all the cards.

He could easily
sit in his shop for years.

Perhaps you should give him
what he wants. For now.

Once he is made partner,
once he has signed papers,

do we really want
to say The Paradise
has a dolt like him

in a position of authority?

Let us just hear
Jonas out, Dudley.

If I might suggest.
Burroughs is
little more than a child.

He sees The Paradise
as a playground.

He has little
business aspirations.

If you could bear it, sir,
we'll keep him
on the shop floor

and help him see how he's not
made for The Paradise.

I have no other course.

Now is the moment to expand
and I must grasp it.

So I will agree to
Burroughs' terms,

but I need something that
protects The Paradise.

Sir, we could
quite simply insert
a clause into his contract,

to say that as soon
as Burroughs
steps over the line

we will pay him what you
promised and remove him.

Dudley, I need you to keep
check on Burroughs.

And keep him away from me.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

I always said, didn't I say?

If we hold on,
the best of times
will be with us.

An order like this,
bespoke work and not cheap,
Denise,

it will keep me going.

That's wonderful, Uncle.
A true sign of faith.

Quality, see.
People will always
come back to quality.

Ms Glendenning told me,

if she is happy with her dress
she has a mind to order more.

If she is a customer then,
do you see what this means?

Yes.

I will admit,
I let myself
lose heart a little,

your own uncle unable to
give you work.

I've let it torment me.
But this order.

It's not just the money,
Denise. Do you see?

This is a sign
of things to come.

Yes.

The best of times.

The best of times.

Denise.

Oh. Mr Moray, sir.
I was visiting my uncle.

I hope Edmund is well?

He is, sir. His spirits
are greatly improved.
Because he has work.

Orders from...

What is it you are trying to
tell me, Denise?

She has been placing orders
at the shops up and
down the street, sir.

No-one knew if
you were aware of it.

She has ordered
a dress from my uncle.

Who has?

Ms Glendenning, sir.

She was going down the street,
shop to shop.

She had her
well-to-do friends with her.
Dripping with furs. Dripping.

Why would Ms Glendenning
do that? Mr Moray won't be,
will he? Pleased.

Doesn't sound
too smart, does it?

We're expanding The Paradise
and she's taking
her trade elsewhere.

Ms Audrey, I had a notion,
for our department,

I was looking into
the barber-shop window...

Gentlemen?

The idea is, ma'am,
on the quietest
afternoon of the week...

Gentlemen in Ladieswear?
Have you lost
your senses, girl?

There would be no
ladies present, Ms Audrey.

We would open the department
only to gentlemen,

so they might be
assisted in finding
gifts for their wives.

I cannot imagine anything
more vulgar.

The lingerie,
it was a considerable
cost to import it,

it is intended to
draw in refined ladies,
we have not sold any yet.

We must think of ways
to light up the quiet times.

Indeed, sir...

I do have a notion.

The Gentlemen's Afternoon.

Thursdays from 1:00, I thought
we might banish the ladies

to let their husbands
come into the department

to browse for gifts for them.

Yes. Yes, that might be
something different.

It is certainly worth a try.

Thank you, Mr Moray, sir.

Inspiration came to me deep
in the night,
as it so often does.

Let's try it out, tomorrow.

I will invite some
men from The Club.

We must give the gentlemen
a warm welcome, girls.

Oh, we will, sir.

Put them at their ease,
recommend expensive
trinkets to them.

Mr Moray, sir,

I believe
Gentlemen's Afternoon is
such a sorrowful notion.

And why is that, Clara?

Gentlemen need pleasures,
too, sir.

They so often deny
themselves comforts.

Why do you suppose that is?

Perhaps it is that
some pleasures,
Clara, leave the Devil to pay.

He will hardly look at me now.
Since she turned up.

He wasn't looking at
you any more anyway.
It was one night, Clara.

It's gone. So's my milk teeth
and they're not coming back.

No. He was like a
broken boy child in my arms.

That means something.
It has to.

He was sobbing, Pauline,
and whispering about his wife.

Clara. I don't like it
when you talk about his wife.

It scares me. It is forbidden.

Did you see her? Ms Audrey.
I can't believe it.

Everyone knows it was my idea
and she stood there, smiling!

It is... Dishonest!

[SCOFFS]

[MIMICKING]
But it is... Dishonest!

She thinks we're no more than
halfwits from Weebles.

Peeb. It's Peebles. Peeb.

Yeah, well, she plays the
innocent, that's what.

She has her eyes set on
Moray and I'm not going
to let her steal him.

Oh, steal him from
Ms Glendenning?

Steal him from me.

I saw Jonas Franks
writing about her
in that black book of his.

There will be something
in there, I know it.

I can feel it.

Something shows she's not
the little virgin cherub girl.

Clara. Why must you be
like this? Denise is Denise.
That's all.

-I've talked to her
and all she is, is Denise.
-Mmm.

No, there'll be
something in that book,
then you'll all see.

Because Mr Moray is purchasing
the barber-shop,

Bradley Burroughs will be
working with us, in the store.

I'm depending on you both to
help him along.

Yes, Mr Dudley, sir.
So we are to like him?

It is all to enable Mr Moray
to expand

The Paradise in
a peaceful way.

So let us all tread carefully
and all will be
well with the world.

Sir. Might I say something?

He is a barber.

A barber in a suit is
still a barber.

But we are to tread,
Sam, carefully.

Bradley. Welcome.

Now, I was wondering,
do I get my own office?

Ah. Office.
We will get to that.

The challenge
for a junior partner
is to master the shop floor.

This is where the
real work is done,

where the excitement
and delight is to be found.

Ah, right, yeah,
I see that now.

So, erm,
when do I get to see Mr Moray?

As we are partners.

Soon. Soon enough. Soon.

Isn't this grand.

I have arranged for Sam here,
to take you
through the rudiments.

There is nothing about the
subtle art of sales

that Sam doesn't know about.

All displays must
be moderated.

There. There.

I'd like to clear up any
misunderstandings there
might be

about the
Gentlemen's Afternoon, Denise.

What misunderstandings might
there be, Ms Audrey?

What you must appreciate,
Denise, is that
what truly matters is

that ladieswear
shines in Mr Moray's eyes.

Ma'am, you said the thought
of gentlemen in
ladieswear was vulgar.

Do not be impudent, girl.
It was, as you presented it.

In my presentment all will be
decorum. There.

The matter is settled.
I am sure you will agree.

Yes, Ms Audrey.

Girls, remember, decorum.

Come this way, gentlemen,
we'll show you our corsets.

Girls!

Girls!

Girls!

So, before we
consider the customer,
we must consider ourselves.

How is my appearance?

Well, to be honest, Sam,
your shave is not the best
I have ever seen.

When I say "My appearance"
what I mean is
your appearance.

Oh.

Oh? Grand.

It's Pauline, isn't it?
I've seen you passing me shop.

-I seen you watching.
-I'm here now.

What we have here
is feathers and ribbons
and all manner of notions.

You probably don't know what
a notion is. It's everything.

Things that get attached
to clothes, snaps
and collar stays.

And buttons, of course
and needles and notions.

And pins and
seam rippers. There.

Excuse me, I have a sudden
passion to sort buttons.

It suits you. Haberdashery.

Oh, a girl might swoon with
such compliments!

Er, there's a
dog fight tonight. I thought
we might go, together.

Oh. Thank you so much.
Let me consider your
captivating proposal.

There, I have considered it.
No, thank you.

Have you considered
something like this?

Sir, if I may, your lucky lady
will swoon, sir,

swoon, sir,

I promise you, if you were to
spoil her with feathers.

[GASPING]

Ms Audrey! What is this?

We have heard those who
say The Paradise is no more
than a Palace of Sin!

But we expected
better of you!

Ladies, let me...

It is no wonder that
you wish to keep us excluded.

But they have
purchased many gifts.

For you!

If this is the sordid manner
in which you
conduct your business,

we must consider
whether we wish to
frequent your establishment.

What is Mr Moray
going to suppose
when he sees what a calamity

Gentlemen's Afternoon
turned out to be?

I can't believe
how much progress
you have made, uncle.

Oh, yes.

There were times
in the old days

when we had to produce
a dress overnight.

The trick is to be fast
and splendid.

It is more than splendid,
it is beautiful.

A dressmaker, Denise,
a real dressmaker, an artist,

he needs to know
flawless stitching,
how to cut finely,

has to have a delicate eye

but more than anything else,
we need to know people.

A woman will love her dress

because it was made to fit her
character, not just her body.

Now, some girls want to
get lost in the crowd,
to be pretty and no more.

There are certain types who
want to attract only one man.

Their dress must
have a secret, hidden beauty.

So, we need to study them all.

What about
Katherine Glendenning?
What does she want?

She needs to be adored.

Oh, tomorrow evening I have
arranged for Ms Glendenning

to come for a fitting.

I am on my own now.
I need a woman
to do the fitting.

You will help me, won't you?

Uncle, I'd like to but it is
forbidden for staff
to take on work.

Denise, we are family,

you'd not wish to see me lose
this opportunity to survive?

Girls are dismissed if
they are caught.

And I might lose everything
I have if you won't help me.

Everyone's talking, sir,
about Gentlemen's Afternoon,

how so many
wives are complaining.

The whole city is laughing
at us, so I hear.

It was rather unfortunate.

Poor Ms Audrey
will be blamed,
but it wasn't her making.

Sir, it was Denise.

That girl, sir,
she's been here five minutes

and she behaves
like she owns the place.

She plays the
coy country girl,

but we all know she
has her eyes set on Mr Moray.
It's not gossip, sir.

If you don't believe me,
it will be in Mr Jonas's book.

Ask him, sir.
He puts everything
in that book of his.

I do believe he does.
Now, Clara, back to work.

Yes, sir.

Sir, erm, did Mr Jonas appear

before Mr Moray's wife died,
or after?

Before, just, not long before.

CLARA: Do you suppose he
wrote about Mrs Moray,
her death in that book?

You are dallying, Clara.
You know what
Ms Audrey will say.

A sin, sir.

Hands as lovely as these.

Ah, they should not be
hidden inside of gloves.

Huh?

Oh!

Fingers this
delightful should be
dangled for the world to see.

Excuse me, Madam.
Mr Burroughs,
may I speak with you?

What are you doing
at the glove counter?

[LAUGHS] Well, I know all
there is to know
about men's grooming.

If you imagine you can touch
a customer in this way

-I will take you off
the shop floor.
-I am a partner here.

No! You are a novice.

We work hard to maintain
the best of standards.

And I will not let you put
that at risk
by man-handling...

I am a partner
in this business. I have a
contract that says so.

What are you a partner in?
Huh? Nothing.

You. Fetch a cup of tea.

Yes, sir.

Pauline.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I realise, dog fights
might not be a
girl's idea of romance.

But, er, I thought you
might be grateful,

a young man asking
you to walk out.

Why should I be grateful?

Well... You're not exactly
the prettiest girl
in the shop, that's all.

Oh! Is that so?

Well, let me tell you
what you are,
a suit don't make a man.

Especially one that don't fit.
Go to your dog fight.

Try some of your romancing
on one of the dogs.

We must learn
from our mistakes,

and Gentlemen's Afternoon
was a mistake.

Mr Moray, sir,

I always said there
was a danger that this
event lacked decorum.

Let me apologise most
humbly and gravely.

It should never have happened.

When I come to think about it,

I do believe one of the girls
might have ventured
this proposal to me.

I will look into
who is to blame.

We've lost sight of what
our purpose is here.

It is the ladies'
desires we must appeal to.

Oh! You... You echo my
thoughts exactly, sir.

I said as much to the girls
this morning,

"We must stir
the passions of the ladies.

"That is our one devotion."
Didn't I say just that, girls?

We must do more than that.

We must put right what
we have done wrong.

Our task is to make
a gesture to the ladies,

to show them that
it is their dreams
which The Paradise caters for.

Let us conjure something
tantalising for them.

Splendid!
You have inspired us,
Mr Moray, sir.

We are inspired.

So...
What shall we do for them?

Anyone?

Rest assured, Mr Moray,

we will provide you with
something irresistible.

Very good. Thank you, girls.

Denise.

What about you?
Do you have any ideas?

No, sir.

Are you going to tell me
what's troubling you, Moray?

I almost let Clara
back into my rooms.

Back into your rooms?
Is that what you call it?

I don't know what
came over me.

I simply felt an
overwhelming need
to be in a woman's arms.

[SIGHS]

It is weakness.

If you carry on like this,
it will only get worse.

You could put
a stop to all of it,
if you will settle down.

It's too late for that.

KATHERINE: Your work is
exceptional, Mr Lovett.

Oh, thank you, ma'am.
And your custom
is valued indeed.

This material is so light,
it doesn't feel
like a dress at all.

I feel as though I might be
wearing a night dress.

I took the liberty, ma'am,

the material is
somewhat darker than
the shade you chose,

but I felt it
befits your complexion.

It does.

What do you think, Denise?

I think you look
adorable, ma'am.

I expect you
consider it rather odd

that I should come
to your uncle for a dress.

DENISE: He is a
fine dressmaker, ma'am.

You know what I mean.
With The Paradise
right across the street.

It is not for me
to say, ma'am.

And have the staff at
The Paradise been talking?

It must have
caused something of a stir.

[KATHERINE SIGHS]

Your work is so exquisite,
Mr Lovett.

A dress as fine as this,

it's a wonder
you don't display
it in your window

for all the world to see.

Why, if this city
could know that I had
made a dress for you...

I mean, with your permission?

Denise, it is forbidden
for employees of The Paradise

to seek sewing
outside of the store.

Sir, I was helping
my uncle, because...

On this occasion,
I will not see you dismissed.

Thank you, Mr Jonas, sir.

Mr Moray expects loyalty.

Do you understand why that
loyalty has to be total?

From all of us?

If loyalty is not absolute,
then it is nothing.

Bradley, Mr Burroughs, sir.

After the embarrassing
incident at the glove counter,

it seems clear to us
that things might not
work out for you here.

Might I suggest you permit
Mr Moray to buy you out,

and for you to find
some other destiny?

I know what you
and Dudley think of me.

I know what it is you
whisper behind your hands.

"Well, now we have him.

"We'll use the incident with
the gloves to be rid of him."

Is it time to
throw your clause at me?

The one in the contract
that says, "Any partner
who brings The Paradise

"into disrepute forfeits
all rights and all status
as an associate."

Your contract
doesn't scare me.

I know what a partner is
and I know what a partner does

and I want to be
treated as such.

That is for
Mr Moray to decide.

You tell him this.

Now, I have lived
next door a long, old time.

I was next door when
Helene so tragically
and mysteriously died.

Mr Burroughs,

do I detect a
suggestion of threat in your
mention of Mr Moray's wife?

That Sunday when Moray
brought his wife here,

when there was
no one else around,

I was right next door when
she had a little accident.

Now, you tell him that,
and you see if he is still
so keen to throw us out.

Might I suggest you tread
extremely carefully

when making accusations
against Mr Moray?

And might I suggest that you
tell him I am here to stay?

Moray and I will be
the best of friends.

Like I said,
we should celebrate.

MORAY:
I heard that
Burroughs was indiscrete
with a customer.

How long before
we can remove him?

Sir, if I may,
Burroughs is a nuisance,

but let's not
react too swiftly.

Do I have your permission
to deal with him?

Yes. Yes, deal with him.

Darling, you're here at last!
I have missed you, Moray.

Katherine, I must
speak with you.

Moray, I don't think you have
met Charles and Margaret.

Come and say hello.

Your dress is in the
window of Lovett's shop.

Oh, darling, you take
everything so personally.

You haven't even got a
refreshment, I am a disgrace.

You think you can waltz up
and down the street?

Half the city is
talking about it!

Juliet, Moray wants me
all to himself for a while.

KATHERINE: I want
you to leave.

You will leave now.

If you will not behave
like a gentleman then...

It is cruel,
what you are doing.

You toy with
those shopkeepers,
as you toy with everyone.

You use them to tease me.

You let them believe
they might survive

when you know it is hopeless.

You are a spoilt child.
You always will be.

I lost two customers
because he said
the stupidest things.

His breath could
clear the store.

He's too busy
peering at the girls.

The matter is in hand.

Burroughs will not be
with us for much longer.

He says he is a partner, sir.
That can't be right.

So it must be wrong.

DUDLEY: Such things are
not your concern, Pauline.

There have been some dealings
made necessary by Mr Moray

to expand the store.

Will there be new
departments, sir?
I do hope so.

Will I get a new counter, sir?

[DOOR OPENS]

Did you tell Burroughs?

It is not possible to
remove him at this time.

Then we must make it possible.

I spoke to Mr Moray.

He has granted me
authority to deal with
Burroughs as I see fit.

What is going on?
Why has that man
suddenly become untouchable?

You know as well as I do, sir.
Expansion.

Now, if you'll excuse me?

I wish to pay you the
full amount, Mr Lovett.

I have changed my mind.
I no longer like
the shade, the cut...

I won't be needing the dress.

You never wanted a garment
from me, did you, ma'am?

I am sorry if I
have caused you...

I do not wish to
waste your time.
There. The full amount.

Men like me, you can buy
and sell at your pleasure.

You are paid in full.
What more can you want?

Do you truly have no
idea what this means?

Can you not even begin to see?

A man's pride,

my whole life,
it means nothing to you.

This is not about work.

It's not money.

It is love.

It is what I am.

I will take your money,
Miss Glendenning.

But I will finish your order
because I said I would.

And then I can
look myself in the mirror

and know I am
a man of my word.

Very well.

Gentlemen's Afternoon was
your idea, wasn't it?

Yes, sir. It was, sir.

And you know why
it wouldn't work, don't you?

I do now, sir.

And you have
an idea how I might

remedy my
reputation with the ladies.

Your loyalty is to me,
not to Miss Audrey. Isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Then you must tell me.

The lingerie you
brought from Paris...

The garments are so beautiful,
so seductive.

But the ladies find it
discomfiting to be
seen considering them.

If we were to make it fun,
entertaining...

Sir, what I thought was...

Ladies After Dark.

Ladies After Dark?

After the store is
closed, it would be
by invitation only.

-Exclusive.
-The ladies would have
the store to themselves.

-We could decorate
Ladieswear for them.
-Yes, candles, low lamps.

So they can
try on the lingerie.

Or have it modelled for them.
We might make
quite an event of it.

Because what women
want is to be desired.

To be adored.

Ladies After Dark.

[MORAY CHUCKLES]

Denise, you are
my little champion.

Usually when we
advertise an event, we do it
with banners and trumpets.

Ladies After Dark
will be different.

There will be no posters.

There will be
no announcements.

We must conjure up
the idea that most
of us are missing out

on something so
seductive that it can
only be done in secret.

Miss Audrey, I'd like you
to draw up a list of ladies

we might present
with exclusive invitations.

Sir, I shall personally
see to it that

the personal invitations
are indeed personal.

We must create a sense
of mystique and curiosity,

the whole occasion
must be shrouded
in tantalising secrecy.

If this event is a success,
as it most surely will be,

it will become
a regular feature.

BURROUGHS: Pauline.

If a man like
Mr Moray or Mr Dudley
were to court you,

you would not wish to
offend them, or spurn them.

They are gentlemen.
You are a barber.

No, no, I'm not a barber.
Not any more. Look at this.

I'm wearing a suit.

Hey! Look, will ya
spurn me still?
Will ya? Will ya?

-Let go of me.
-Look, I'm not a barber!

Get off her! Leave her alone!

[PAINED CRIES]

It don't hurt that much, sir.
Only most of the time.

DUDLEY: Moray, you asked
me to manage Burroughs.

You suggested it was vital
I keep him in check.

But in no time I was
left powerless. You gave
all authority to Jonas.

When will you put a stop it?

Jonas, I want Burroughs
dismissed immediately.

Arthur. You can go now.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Mr Moray, sir, if I may?

I have the distinct
impression that Mr Burroughs
would not take well

to being removed from
The Paradise so quickly.

What does it matter
what he feels? He is
a danger to our business.

We have good cause.

What you say is true enough,
gentlemen, but if I may?

Let us suppose
we dispose of Burroughs.

He would most certainly
take his tale of ill-treatment

up and down the street.

Next time you wish to purchase
a property, Mr Moray, sir,

you would undoubtedly
face suspicion and resistance.

What do you suggest, Jonas?

If you could permit me
a few days with Burroughs,
to work on him,

perhaps he might get
to a place where he
concludes of his own accord

that it is time
for him to depart.

Denise.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, sir,

I know I shouldn't
be in the store
at this time, I'll go now.

Wait.

All the other girls have
gone out for the evening.

You're here, at work.

It isn't work, sir.

[THEY CHUCKLE]

You are a curiosity, Denise.

What brought you here?

Since I was a girl,
living in a small town,
it wasn't enough.

I always wanted more.

Hmm.

It is a wonderful feeling,

more.

I know it well.

I feel as though I
belong in The Paradise.

I feel as though I am
part of something,
something so thrilling.

It's as though I can see
the world changing
before my eyes,

and I can touch it,
I can make it happen.

I shall have to keep
my eye on you, Denise,

or you'll be the one
who steals my throne from me.

[THEY LAUGH]
Come on.

We must put Ladieswear
back in proper order,

or you will be in
terrible trouble with
Miss Audrey in the morning.

Mr Jonas, sir.

-There you go, sir.
-Thank you, Arthur.

Clara.

Sir. I saw you'd
left your book here.

I was about to
fetch it to you.

Thank you.

Sir,

I came to The Paradise
after Mr Moray's wife died.

They talk of her like
she was a saint.

You know it is forbidden
to speak of her.

Allow me one question
only, sir. Please.

Was Helene as
tender-hearted as they say?

Peerless.

MISS AUDREY: Inspiration came
to me deep in the night,
Madam, as it so often does.

I suddenly thought to myself,
wouldn't it be wonderful

if the Ladies might consider
lingerie in a, shall we say,

mischievous atmosphere?

Only those who have
invitations know that
they have invitations.

So we must ask you to keep
word of the gathering

shrouded in the
deepest mystery.

Mr Burroughs,

has Mr Moray spoken to you?

Moray? Ah, no, no. What about?

He felt it more fitting
to invite you himself,

but he must be engaged
in urgent business.

-Invite me?
-A party.

It is an occasion of a
rather private nature,

so best keep knowledge
of this to yourself.

Like, er, Ladies After Dark?

Like Ladies After Dark.

Mr Moray and
some of his friends,
once a month or so they...

It is a private club,
where there is entertainment.

Girls?

We can travel in
the same carriage.

Mr Burroughs, sir, it is vital

that you tell no one where
we are going tonight.

Mr Moray's reputation
depends upon it.

Meet me in the
alleyway at 8:00.

8:00, right.

Splendid.

Well done, girls.

I'm sorry, sir,
I don't quite know
how to say this.

You have my permission to say
whatever you wish, Denise.

Sir, the ladies will
be here soon. Gentlemen
aren't allowed in here.

[HE CHORTLES]

Then I had best be on my way.

Good luck, ladies.

[EXCITED CHATTERING]

[LOUD GASPS]

If you should see
anything that appeals, ladies,

simply speak privately with
myself or one of the girls.

Confidentiality is
totally assured.

[THEY GASP]

Don't you wish Mr Moray could
be here to see your success?

You see it, Clara.
Perhaps that's
enough for me this time.

I'm not sure my husband
deserves such glamour,

but I do rather like the
thought of wearing it.

At least your
husband will notice.

Perhaps I will take the silk,
as well as the lace.

Denise.

SAM: Two days, sir.
He can't simply vanish.

We can't just leave
the counter unattended.

I'll put Williams
on Men's Grooming.

Mr Burroughs didn't say
nothing to no one, sir,

about going nowhere.
Did he say something
to you, Mr Dudley, sir?

Has Mr Moray fired him, sir?

Perhaps Bradley
decided The Paradise
wasn't for him after all.

Threats?

JONAS: Explicit threats, sir.

What sort of threats?

I would go as far as
to call it blackmail, sir.

Mr Burroughs insisted
on staying here or

he would cause great harm
to you personally.

Well, spit it out, Jonas.
What trouble?

He alluded to
living next door, sir.

He also alluded
to your wife's death.

Burroughs told me.
He heard screams.

He ran into The Paradise.

He saw you, sir,

in particular distress,

looking down at
where your wife lay,

-and you said...
-Why didn't you
tell me about this?

Since I'm responsible
for us letting Burroughs
into the store,

I thought it might be better
if I rectify the problem.

Where is he?

I'd rather you did not
ask that, Mr Moray, sir.

Rest assured,
Burroughs no longer
presents a danger to you.

What have you done, Jonas?

Only my duty, sir.

My loyalty to you is assured.

You may go now, Jonas.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Thank you, darling,
for coming so quickly.

From your note, I thought
perhaps you were ill.

I'm sorry, Moray.

I want to stop this.

Stop hurting people,
stop hurting you.

I just want to
devote myself to loving you.

Will you let me do that?