(symphonic theme music playing) (music continues) (dramatic music playing) (hooves clopping) (horse snorts) Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. Fenton.

Does Moray know you're here?

No, sir.

As we agreed, this meeting is between you and I.

(soft orchestral music playing) I can't seem to leave.

There's always something else to do.

I just wanna be prepared for my first day.

Oh, I don't doubt you will be.

Have you come to wish me luck?

I would if I thought you needed it.

(clears throat) We have everything we wished for.

Yes.

Almost.

(dramatic music playing) (door bell jingling) I'm sorry, Edmund.

What could I do?

I saw the door was smashed.

I had a look inside, but I couldn't see anyone.

So all I could think of was send for you.

Who do you think it was?

Robbers?

Doesn't look like they take taken much, does it?

How many years have I taken care of this shop?

Built it up from nothing.

It's my shop.

Lovett's Drapery.

Look at this.

Who would do this?

Who would come in here and not give a care for a man's life?

We'll tidy it up, get the glass fixed.

But then I go back to my little cottage with a head full of worries.

You'll just have to sell it then, won't ya?

What kinda people live in this world now, Sam?

(sighs) (fast-paced music playing) Uh, Denise, um... Look, I'm not gonna pretend that this is the happiest day of me life.

I'm not going to stand here and say I think it's fair, because honestly-- Sam: Oh, you'd better watch out, Denise.

Myrtle's looking for ya.

I do believe that she got hold of a kipper especially for you.

Look, I just want you to know that-- Oh, nearly forgot, your uncle's back.

Problem at the shop.

Look, I knew all along I didn't stand a chance like.

-Susy: Morning.

-So-- I don't know whether I'm hungry or not hungry.

I'm so excited.

Am I allowed to kiss the Head of Ladieswear?

I'll never be as fine as you two, but I can say now, Susy Bell, Ladieswear.

Well, that's fine enough for me.

There you are.

I have cooked a bloody lovely kipper for you and it's going bloody cold.

I'll be along in a minute, Myrtle.

I'm not doing this because you're in a position to put me front of house.

I would never do such a thing.

Morning, Myrtle, I'm here too.

Just happened to get me hands on a kipper, that's all.

Well, I'd better say it quick, before Arthur comes doffing his cap at ya.

Look, I won't make it difficult for you.

Just try and...

I'd find it really hard if you spoke to me-- Clara, I'm not gonna turn into Miss Audrey overnight.

I promise.

I'm gonna need your help.

But most of all, I never wanna lose your friendship.

Myrtle: Denise.

Kippers.

I don't even like kippers.

I'm sure Susy'll help you out.

(door opens) (door bells jingling) (shoes clopping) (door closes) What are you doing in my shop?

Did you hear me?

What are you doing in my shop?

-It was empty.

-You broke the door!

Look at the mess you've made.

Get back to the gutter you came from.

Do you hear me?

-(door opens) -(door bells jingling) -God bless you.

-Get out!

Moray: I have three objectives.

To find a way back into the store.

-You've done that.

-We've done that.

Nothing would be possible without you keeping it together here.

And the other two are, to find the funds, and persuade Mr. and Mrs. Weston to sell.

To sell to me.

Denise: Mr. Moray, Mr. Dudley.

I have a proposal for a promotion in Ladieswear.

You didn't waste much time.

Afternoon tea.

Indeed, a tea party.

Tables with white tablecloths.

Fine teas, cakes and scones.

The ladies would come in, to sit and gossip.

And who would serve the cakes and fine teas?

I thought Myrtle.

Right.

Oh, it is good-hearted of you, Denise.

We all know that Myrtle nags away to come front of house.

But good-heartedness is not the best quality for running a department.

Myrtle must never be let loose on our customers.

Cakes in Ladieswear?

(Moray laughs) Do you honestly suppose that is the impression we are trying to make?

-No, sir.

-No, right.

It is true, Denise, what he says.

You need to step into the role now.

That means making decisions that others won't like.

You have to be strong.

In the end, they will respect you but to begin with, you can't let yourself worry whether they'll like you or not.

(pensive music playing) (indistinct chatter) Miss Denise, are these hats to go on display?

Yes, Susy, put them by the window.

Miss Denise, shall I put all of them out, ma'am?

Oh, Miss Denise, shall I fetch some fresh flowers for the changing closet?

Clara usually likes to do the flowers.

Come on, we'll fetch them together.

Miss Denise, Myrtle's asking for you.

But you promised.

I said I'd try, Myrtle.

Well, you didn't try hard enough, did ya?

(sniffles) Susy has a position.

What's Susy got that I haven't?

She shared a room with you, is that it?

I so want us to remain friends.

Friends, is that what you call it?

I know I'm a friend to you.

I'm not so sure you're a friend to me, now that you have a Miss before your name.

Well, I have work to do, Miss Denise.

There's stoves to be scrubbed.

(indistinct chatter) (bell tolling) This old barber's shop was purchased over a year ago, I understand?

Yes, sir, I believe the plan was to expand.

Then why does it stand like this?

Mr. Moray reconsidered it, sir.

Ask him to come out here to join me.

I'm afraid Mr. Moray's gone out to meet with one of our suppliers, sir.

How long will he be?

I don't know.

I think perhaps he is visiting more than one merchant.

Then I will wait.

Hey, look at this old witch.

Ugh, smell her from here.

Eh, do you think she's coming in to buy a fur?

We should ask her, measure her up.

(dramatic music playing) (door bells jingling) (woman sighs) Edmund: I'm sorry I spoke to you that way.

There was no call for that.

Are you hungry?

(soft music playing) (door bells jingling) (birds chirping) It's clear what you want, Moray.

You crave the same thing as I do.

Mr. and Mrs. Weston stand in the way of both of us, do they not?

Perhaps you and I may be of benefit to one another in this matter.

How might that be possible, Mr. Fenton?

I have the funds, you have the means.

You would loan me the money?

Slowly, Moray.

Slowly, please.

I would purchase The Paradise and we would become joint owners.

That is what I offer.

Let us be forthright.

Each of us intends to own the store outright.

That battle lies ahead.

I suppose each of us would take that on rather than be at the mercy of Tom Weston and his wife.

Is that so?

It is so.

And if you have the price of a good lawyer, we can proceed to an agreement.

And how do you propose we might remove them, sir?

Fenton: We don't.

They remove themselves, if we come between them.

Between them?

But how might we do such a thing, sir?

As I say, I have the funds, you have the means.

Jealousy.

A man detests a rival, but more than this, he cannot bear the sight of the man who has enjoyed intimacy with his wife.

I see.

I must taunt Tom Weston.

Show kindness to Katherine, exhibit concern for her.

And remind her, remind them both of our closeness.

(sighs) I cannot do such a thing, sir.

Cannot or will not?

Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Fenton.

I thought you were a serious man, Moray.

I took you for a man of purpose, ambition.

You could have your store back for the sake of a little flirting.

Yet you find it beyond you to toy with Mrs. Weston, perhaps for sentimental reasons?

My reasons are for me to know.

If you should reconsider...

I'm always available to you.

(dramatic music playing) Denise: Susy?

Susy.

We have a customer.

He's in your office.

He's been here all morning.

I had to make up a story to explain why you were not here.

Where have you been?

Mr. Weston.

Forgive my absence, we weren't expecting you today.

Have you been waiting long, sir?

Did your meeting prove to be fruitful?

Well, these things take delicate handling.

Hmm.

Dudley told me you were meeting with new clients.

I had various meetings.

Tell me about the barber's shop.

It's an eyesore.

A well-run enterprise would get on with developing it.

My plan is to use the premises as a jewelry department.

Are you intending to expand, sir?

The whole street.

Both sides.

I intend to be the owner of the largest department store in this country.

Edmund: What brought you to a life like this, Ruby?

I had a daughter.

I still do, I suppose.

She ran off.

Left me.

I was ill and... Well, she was only 15, she was still a child.

(chuckles) She's a flighty thing, but you had to love her.

She's not much of a daughter to do such a thing.

Oh, I was a burden to her, I know I was.

A girl can't live only to take care of her sick ma.

I just wanna tell her that, that I am on me feet and she don't have to look after me.

Are you searching for her?

I've found her.

In this city?

In this street.

She wrote to me sister, and I was so glad to hear that the child has a good life for herself now.

For herself, yeah, not a care for her mother.

Your own bairns can be forgiven anything.

There's more food if you want it.

You know what would help the way I'm feeling?

A little drink.

You know, just to soothe the soul a touch.

Denise: It's been on my mind all day.

You're wrong, John.

My motives for staging the tea party in Ladieswear are the right ones.

More than anything, our customers like to see each other shopping.

I want to feed their jealousies and the tittle-tattle that comes with them.

If Mrs. Spiro buys the summer hat with ribbons, then Mrs. Vaughn wants the same hat.

They try to loiter as it is, but they feel conspicuous, so they leave.

I want them to stay.

If there are tables of women watching, those who are shopping will buy more in order to show off.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

And will Myrtle be serving the tea?

All she will have to do is take a tray to each table.

I can't ask my girls to do it.

Then by all means, go ahead.

Tom Weston is intent on expanding the store.

But that's a good thing, isn't it?

No... No, not for us it isn't.

I've been racking my brains to find a way to raise the funds to buy The Paradise as it stands.

If he builds more, builds along the street, it will be beyond my reach.

I thought I had time on my side.

I don't.

Denise, if I was to find a way to act now, soon, if it was precarious-- You must take it, John.

You must.

(indistinct chatter) We'll need to get you fitted for a new uniform, Myrtle, if you're to be serving tea and cakes in Ladieswear.

I bloody knew it.

I said Denise would not let us down.

(grunts in excitement) Girls.

Girls, wait till you hear about this.

Ooh, you're forgetting yourself, Miss Denise.

Your table's over there.

I'll sit with my friends, if no one minds.

There's no fathoming your uncle, Denise.

His shop is broken into, the place is a mess.

He finds some tramp woman who's responsible, swears he'll strangle her.

The next time I see him he's escorting the very same vagabond into his shop for shelter.

It must be that old witch we saw on the street, Susy.

What did you call her?

Toothless hag.

Smell her from here.

Why would Moray lie to me about where he was today?

Why does it matter?

It matters because he has something to hide.

My darling, there is no secret.

Moray did not come back to serve our purpose.

He intends to try to wrest The Paradise from us.

He has been scurrying around trying to borrow money, but no one will so much as consider him.

I have made sure of that.

Papa's banking friends know I would be most upset if any of them so much as considered Moray for a meeting.

Then who was his engagement with today?

(door opens) It's so beautiful!

-What are you doing with that?

-Will you put it on, please?

Where did you get it?

Where did you get it?

All day, every day, Flora keeps asking me questions about when you were younger.

-I thought she-- -You never touch my belongings!

Do you know what never means?

It means not ever!

(door opens and closes) Your papa did not mean to be so harsh, darling girl.

You shocked him, that's all.

It is my fault.

Perhaps that tunic has memories for him.

Memories of the war.

I made a mistake.

Let me make it up to you.

We'll have a treat, you and I, in the morning.

What shall we do?

Shall we go riding, perhaps a picnic?

The-The Paradise.

Yes.

We'll go to The Paradise and we will indulge ourselves.

Denise: Good night, Susy.

(soft piano music playing) -(door opens) -(door bells jingling) (door closes) ♪ ♪ What are you doing here?

I've come to see you, child.

I don't want you here.

Can you not give your ma a chance to say that she's sorry?

Sorry?

Am I supposed to believe that?

All these years and that's all you want?

-Sorry?

-I've been looking for you.

I'm not so hard to find, Aunt Bella knows where I am.

There's not a day goes by where I don't think about my girl.

Shall I tell you what I think of?

My own voice pleading with you not to leave me, not to let me go.

And my own mother too drunk to hear me.

Too drunk to even kiss me.

I have a life now, and you are no part of it.

Come inside with me.

Come on, come and sit with me.

Let your ma feast her eyes on her beautiful girl just for one night.

Sit with you while you drink?

Tell me some story that will trick me into believing you're not so bad?

My mother lied to me.

That's what she does, she lies.

You go and drink, Ma.

How many glasses till you forget you even have a daughter?

You... you go and drink your fill.

(coins clatters) If you have any mercy, you will walk down that street tonight and never come back.

(dramatic music playing) (soft music playing) (door opens) (sobbing) ♪ ♪ There are things we believe we cannot bear.

But we can bear them.

We do bear them.

(continues sobbing) (bell tolling in distance) (sighs) Good morning.

We need your daughter to see you looking at your best, if she's to know you're back on your feet and well again.

That is kind of ya.

You can wash and clean up in the back.

It's me favorite color.

It's many years since I wore a dress new and pretty.

Ruby, uh...

I need to be getting back to my wife.

I'm newly married.

We have a cottage by the sea, I can't stay here.

So what are we to do with you?

I've nowhere to go.

What about your daughter?

If you talk to her?

I'll put the dress on and I'll smart meself up.

And she will see that, that I'm not sickly no more.

(Ruby coughing) Are you sure you're well enough?

If I could stay until such time as I speak with her.

I would like to be at my best.

Of course.

Of course you can.

(indistinct chatter) Jonas?

I want to talk with you.

Tom Weston is considering-- He intends to develop the store, sir.

How...

If I were to request further discussions with Mr. Fenton-- I could arrange that for you today, if you wish, sir.

Or I could simply convey a message to him saying you're willing to reconsider his offer.

If you are indeed willing to reconsider his proposition.

How would we, uh-- Mr. Weston is a volatile man, sir.

He is capable of behaving rashly.

Wildly, even.

Suppose he rashly dismisses me, or wildly decides to get rid of me?

If I may, sir, his wife would not permit that to happen.

Yes, yes, I understand.

Do you wish me to contact Mr. Fenton, sir?

I do.

Dudley: Miss Flora, what brings you to see us today?

I am intent on spoiling Flora this morning.

Then you have come to the right place, ma'am.

You shall receive only the finest service from our ladies, I can assure you.

Moray: Mrs. Weston.

Uh, Katherine.

Forgive me, I forgot myself.

May I say how lovely you look today?

What I mean is, it's always a delight to see you in the store.

And you, Miss Flora.

Since you're here, Katherine, perhaps you'll join me for coffee.

And your husband, if he's to visit us today?

You're in fine spirits today, Moray.

Well, I owe you the courtesy of kindness.

You do not owe me any such consideration, but I'd be grateful for the chance to earn your forbearance.

I'd be delighted to join you for coffee.

Flora.

Coffee, with cinnamon.

(gentle music playing) Mrs. Weston, ma'am.

Miss Flora.

I want you to utterly spoil Flora today, Denise.

Anything she wants, she can have.

It would be our pleasure, ma'am.

Susy, please attend to the young lady.

I will leave it with you while I have a coffee with Moray.

Mm.

Flora: I want one of these dresses with the feathers.

I'm afraid these gowns are for adults, not children.

But I want one.

Let me show you some of the things we have that might be more suitable for a girl, hmm?

I had myself thought of making the extension a jewelry department.

I imagined that as customers approached along the street the first thing they would see would be windows bursting with colors and extravagance.

But the cost of stocking the display alone was beyond me.

However, things are different now.

(clears throat) How's your coffee, Katherine?

It is fine.

It is delicious.

Moray: I first discovered cinnamon coffee whilst in, uh... was it India, Katherine?

No, no, no, I think it was Morocco.

-It was Ceylon.

-Yes, yes.

I had the devil to convince Katherine to try it, but once she did, she could never have enough.

(Moray chuckles) Do you still drink your coffee with cinnamon, Katherine?

Sometimes.

Yes, she does.

I've already sourced suppliers for rubies and emeralds, if you'd care for me to have them call on us with samples and prices, Mr. Weston?

I'd planned for all the counters to be made of glass.

And chandeliers, glass lamps, the whole place is like a palace.

So much dazzle sounds positively garish.

Yes, well, perhaps you're right, sir.

I hope your sleep has improved after your travels, Katherine.

I used to tell her it's the coffee, but she wouldn't have it.

If ever a woman could live without sleep.

(Moray winces and grunts) I was pressed into spending long nights in the garden.

The scent of magnolias under the moon.

(soft music playing) I think the new extension should be a food hall, or shoes or something without sentiment.

I had meant to look over the place with you, Moray, but you were elsewhere.

Let's take a look now.

Yes, of course, although I would not wish to leave your wife with her coffee.

Tom: I am ready now.

I want the silver shoes.

As I have explained, we don't have your size, miss.

These ones.

I want the dress with the feathers.

You can't have the dress with the feathers.

But that's what I want.

Mama said I could have anything I wanted.

Oh, you're just a spoiled little nothing, that's what you are!

You wave your hand and the rest of the world is supposed to pamper you.

Do you even give a thought?

You are a child!

Denise: Susy, go down to the Refectory right now.

Clara: Come on, Susy.

Go on.

I want Mama.

I am so sorry, Miss Flora.

-Let me-- -No, I want Mama.

(gasps, cries) I want Mama.

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

I don't know why.

Susy is usually such a sweet girl.

I've never before known her to... She's a friend, usually full of kindness and so eager to please.

Dudley, do you think you could take Flora outside for a moment for me, please?

Of course, ma'am.

(door opens and closes) What do you propose to do?

I will speak to Mr. Moray and Mr. Dudley-- No.

I want to know what you intend to do.

You're Head of Ladieswear, are you not?

You are responsible.

It was you who presided over this humiliation of my child.

This child.

What do you propose to do about this girl?

What is her name?

Susy, ma'am.

Then answer me, what is your intention?

I will speak with Susy most severely.

I will warn her that to address customers in this way-- (door opens and closes) (indistinct chatter) Denise: Can we not do something?

There must be a reason Susy was-- There is a reason.

Susy was promoted too early, she's not ready.

But there must be something we can do.

These are the most delicate of times, Denise.

I cannot afford to rile Katherine.

We must be seen to follow her will.

It's your job now, Denise, this has to be done.

You wanted this position.

It's not all tea parties.

(somber music playing) I tried, Susy.

I wanted to avoid this.

But what you did... you've left me with no choice.

When a girl is dismissed, she must leave the premises right away.

You must collect your belongings and go.

(somber music playing) (indistinct chatter) Cakes, madam?

Do I look like a madam to you?

And that looks more like gristle to me than a cake.

I'm practicing.

Fine teas?

Assam?

Darjeeling?

Madeira cake?

Aren't I the picture of restraint?

(chuckles) (chatter continues) (chatter stops) (people whispering) Dudley: Denise.

Denise.

They all know that Susy brought this on herself.

Their reactions are for show.

To prove to each other they are cronies.

Them against us.

It won't last.

It's fear, that's all.

You have influence on their lives now.

Act as though you're not to blame.

Don't apologize for what you've done.

Let them raise the matter if they want, not you.

Behave as though you take on your authority but they are responsible for their own destiny.

Thank you, Mr. Dudley.

You do know you're not to blame, don't you, Denise?

But I might have done more.

I saw there was something the matter with Susy.

I wish I could say that it gets easier.

(hammering) When you hide things from me, it's because you prefer not to face them yourself.

Skulking around with Jonas.

Flirting with Katherine, taunting Tom Weston.

What is going on?

Whatever it is you are doing, I know how much you want this store back, but if your schemes can be admitted in good conscience, then you will tell me.

Arthur: Mr. Moray, sir.

You wanted a message taking out to Bellville Hall?

Not today, Arthur.

Perhaps some other time.

(indistinct chatter) Miss Denise.

Please, Jonas, call me Denise.

I prefer to honor the tradition that has been observed down the years.

You've earned your place, ma'am, the title is a gesture of respect.

Yes, well, thank you.

If I may, there is much talk of loyalty in a place like this.

Most of it is talk and no more.

I had no wish for Susy to-- Please, ma'am, let me go on.

Loyalty is a special gift.

It binds people like no other cause, but it can take courage.

If you can find a way to win Susy her place back here in the store, you would have proven that you're the staunchest ally of everyone who works here.

You would be their champion.

It is not possible.

Was it not you yourself told Mr. Moray it must be possible?

But I don't know how.

Nor do I, ma'am.

But I trust you'll find a way.

(bright music playing) (indistinct chatter) Gin.

I didn't expect to see you here.

I wish I could say the same of you, Ma.

I stayed so that I might speak with you one more time.

I don't blame you for hating me, Susy.

It has to be the worst crime in the world to give your child away.

I know you don't believe me, but I did it for you.

The reasons you use to blame me are the reasons that I had to give you away.

What kind of life would you have with a ma like me?

Every day, I promise meself I won't be drunk, and then every day I find meself with a glass in me hand.

I had to free you from me and the only way that I could do that was to have another drink inside me.

I have lied to you, yes.

But you tell me, if you can tell the truth, would it have been a better life if you'd stayed with me than the one that you've had?

(voice breaking) No.

No, it wouldn't.

There's only one thing in this life that I could give you... and that was to be free of me.

I knew, though, that there'd come the day... when I'd look at ya... and I'd tell ya, I love you.

(somber music playing) I...

I love you, Ma.

(sighs) Oh, I'm so proud of you working in that place.

It's so grand.

I don't work there no more.

Why?

I was sacked.

Made a disgrace of myself.

No, not you.

Not my Susy.

I offended a child.

Oh.

Have they no mercy?

What kind of swines are they?

No, it's done now, Ma.

(scoffs) (soft music playing) I'm just gonna get one more.

It's not every day you get your daughter back.

♪ ♪ Cheers.

Well, to hell with them.

You know, they're not worth a spit if they'd do that to my girl.

(soft pensive music playing) What am I doing?

What am I doing here sitting here with you?

It's the same, it's always the same, the drink.

That's all!

Susy.

Susy!

Good afternoon, madam.

Assam?

Darjeeling?

Susy, what are you doing here?

Oh.

(sighs) I forgot.

I-I was hurrying home and I forgot I don't live here no more.

Oh, you best go, girl, before Mr. Jonas finds ya.

Susy, don't go.

I want to speak to you.

Do you want your position back?

What I mean is, do you wanna try and get it back?

I should say so.

I can't promise we'll manage it, it'll take courage.

Will you do exactly as I say?

Then first thing tomorrow morning, put on your finest outfit and meet me in the street.

(birds chirping) (bright music playing) Mrs. Weston.

Thank you for seeing us, ma'am.

I'm sorry to intrude upon you in this way, but if we might speak with you for a few minutes.

Ma'am, on the day of these embarrassing events with Miss Flora, Susy was in a state of considerable distress.

It was my fault she was on duty, I should have excused her.

Susy's mother turned up on the street.

She hasn't seen her since she was...

Since I was seven years old.

It was an unexpected arrival.

Susy found her mother in awful circumstances.

We're asking, ma'am, that Susy be given the opportunity to apologize to Miss Flora and the chance to prove to you that she's worthy of your trust in the future.

-Your mercy-- -Mercy?

You think I should forgive her?

(door opens) I am truly sorry for what I said to you, Miss Flora.

No child should be spoken to so cruelly.

I only want to say I am sorry, that is why I am here.

No more.

Please forgive her, Mama.

(uplifting music playing) Moray: You might have asked before you ran off to speak with Katherine Glendenning, Denise.

You said yourself we must keep good relations with her.

Even if she'd said no to our pleas, we would have shown her contrition and respect.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Dudley: Weston.

Her name is Mrs. Weston now.

Isn't that what I said?

(patrons chattering) ♪ ♪ Girls.

Thank you, Denise.

(indistinct chatter) Bloody show 'em, Myrtle!

I will.

Bloody show 'em all.

I will.

You look so lovely, Myrtle.

I do, don't I?

(indistinct chatter) They're ready.

(Myrtle inhales and exhales) I can't.

-I can't do it.

-Of course you can.

It's only serving tea to a few posh gossips.

(voice breaking) How can the likes of me stand before the likes of them?

They're so beautiful.

You're the one who's beautiful, Myrtle.

No, I'm not.

I'm a rag next to them.

I'm fit for the farmyard.

I can't do it.

♪ ♪ I'm sorry, Denise.

Myrtle.

(somber music playing) (cheeping) I remember the queues of men standing waiting for a haircut.

Jonas.

Mr. Weston, sir.

You have pain?

It is an old wound.

I tell myself I should feel no pain.

But there is.

I'm a fool.

Whenever I feel it, I chide myself it is weakness.

People fear me bec... Forgive me, sir, I'm speaking out of turn.

Not at all.

Go on.

I have a disfigurement, people fear me because of it.

But it is a gift.

I have realized that at my age.

People who flinch from a man with one arm imagine they know me, know the worst of me because of what they see.

That just tells me whom I can trust.

It is a fine thing, sir, to restore that which has been so sorely disregarded.

I take my hat off to you.

Even though I'm not wearing one.

What do you think I should do with it, Jonas?

Oh, ho, I do not think I can be trusted with the likes of such a decision, sir.

I trust you.

Perhaps food, sir.

Breads and pies and buns.

The smell of it on the street.

(door squeaks) Let me tell you how it is, Susy.

For a mother.

There are hard choices to be made.

She can't forgive herself until you forgive her.

What she did was unforgivable.

Nothing is unforgivable.

But you'll be bitter and filled with hatred the rest of your life, if you don't let go of her.

It's her that won't let go of me.

What would I say to her?

The truth.

With a bit of love in it.

(soft music playing) They took you back, then.

They took me back.

It's only right.

If it's true what you said, Ma... that... you want to give me a chance to be free of you, then... do it now.

Do it and I will love you for it.

(somber music playing) I only want one kiss on the cheek.

♪ ♪ If there is a time when you are sober...

I will be here.

There's the time you can come back.

♪ ♪ The tea party was a splendid success.

Thank you.

When I came to you with my idea, it felt as though whatever I brought to you, you wanted to turn it down.

(Moray sighs deeply) It was simply the way you presented it.

Once I saw the benefits, I consented, didn't I?

You consented?

You didn't... All that I ask is...

I see how difficult this is gonna be for us, working together.

But when I come to you, I'm not Denise, I'm not your fiancée.

I am Head of Ladieswear.

Can you see that's how it has to be?

Yes, yes.

Of course.

I'm sorry, Denise, for the way I have been.

For the way I spoke to you about Susy and about visiting Katherine.

That's how it has to be.

That's your job.

I should have told you I was going to see her, but I was afraid you would refuse me.

When will I learn?

No secrets.

We cannot let anything come between us, Denise.

Why would anything come between us?

I want to shower you with love... and treasure you.

That is my job.

(birds chirping) (pensive music playing) (hooves clopping) (music intensifies) (symphonic theme music playing) (music continues) Katherine: My father's watch?

It is precious to me beyond reckoning.

Sam: That watch has powers, hypnotic powers.

I could fall for a lad like you.

Sam: I've got Susy following me around like a sop, I can't shake her out of it, no matter what I do.

Edmund: What you doing with a thing like that in your pocket?

It's worth a fortune.

Gentlemen, I have no wish to want that watch.

That damned watch is bewitched.