(stately orchestral theme playing) (stately orchestral theme continues) (bright music) (women chattering and laughing) Where are you young ladies off to?

Wedding shopping.

Katherine-- It is just to be a quiet affair.

Nothing too ostentatious.

Don't worry, Papa.

Well, enjoy yourself.

(people chattering) Denise: I think you've chosen very well.

Thank you for your custom, madam.

Good day.

man: Psst!

Psst!

(hooves clopping) Here!

Mr. Chisholm?

Lovett?

Inside, sir.

With a customer.

Business is brisk.

There's been a small upturn.

Sufficient to justify an employee, a girl.

Oh, that I knew his secret.

There's no secret, Mr. Chisholm.

We're selling neckties.

You're free to look.

Neckties?

I see he did not hire you for your brains.

What good are neckties to me?

I'm a milliner.

A milliner, girl.

An artist!

Trained in the Quartier Sentier.

And now there's the ignominy of seeing my customers desert me for the cheap thrill of a glued felt hat or a machine-stitched bonnet across the street.

You shall not find me peddling knick-knacks.

It is simply a case of seeking customers, Mr. Chisholm, rather than waiting for it.

Not blaming The Paradise, but using it as a reliable source of passing trade.

Which, with a little thought, might benefit all of us.

Lovett said this?

Edmund: Denise?

We have customers.

There's no time for talking to him.

(lighthearted music) (people chattering) Katherine: Darling little glasses!

We shall need a dozen at least.

No, two.

And the same with the champagne flutes.

(gasps) Look.

The butter dishes are beautifully engraved.

How adorable.

I shall take four.

And these darling butter knives.

Moray: Katherine?

Ah, ah, ah.

Don't look.

There are surprises here that you in particular should not see.

Everything we shall need for our wedding breakfast.

Really?

I shall need an assistant.

It is an awfully long list.

Where is that girl?

The clever one.

Denise.

Oh, she has left the store.

Oh, no scandal, I trust?

No, no.

She's gone to work for her uncle, across the street.

Emily, you have met my fiancé?

Lady Fortescue.

He is in no way to be trusted.

Moray simply cannot bear to have things kept from him.

We must have these wrapped immediately.

Might I speak with you?

Throughout our courtship, you've barely purchased so much as a hatpin from my store.

Now this?

With your friends accompanying?

What new game is this?

Moray, why do you always assume that everything I do has some kind of ulterior motive?

In the past, The Paradise has been all about you.

Now it is about us.

You and me.

If it is success here that you want, then I shall give it to you, my darling.

You, girl.

What is your name?

Uh, Pauline, ma'am.

Follow me.

Yes, ma'am.

(whimsical music) Uncle?

I've had an idea.

(Edmund chuckles) Another one?

I'm still adjusting to the first.

We have to keep moving forward, keep evolving.

We can't afford to stand still.

Uncle, look at this street.

Not as pretty as it used to be.

Milliner, dressmaker, shoemaker, canemaker.

We've all felt the heat.

Bear the scars.

If we could co-operate, we could offer our customers something unique.

Hat, dress, shoes, umbrella.

A complete outfit.

Co-operate?

You mean work together?

Why not?

Denise, we're small businessmen.

Independence, self-reliance are at the core of our being.

It's too much change, too fast.

Mr. Chisholm approached me this morning.

There's another reason.

What man would voluntarily work with him?

It's already done, you've invited them to a meeting.

What?

A meeting.

They're joining us this afternoon.

I've written it all down.

Your speech.

I've told them this is your idea.

Uncle, you said it yourself.

Change is hard for them, and it would be harder still coming from a woman.

You've trusted me this far, Uncle, and I've not let you down.

Please?

Katherine: What do you think of this?

(spray hisses) It's very nice, Miss Glendenning.

Very.

They say a perfume only comes to life when worn on the skin.

The warmth of the human body gives it its heartbeat.

It reminds me of something.

Warm.

Apple pie.

Yes, maybe.

Or a baby's head, when they've bathed.

Otherwise, with the nursing, they reek.

I'm one of 11.

You never forget the smell.

Wet wool and cheesy milk.

(Pauline sneezes) Oh, sorry.

I'm sensitive.

That's one of the reasons I'm stuck on buttons.

How long have you worked here?

Oh, ages.

And you like working for Mr. Moray?

Oh, yes.

Very much.

For a successful man, he's a kind man.

And he loves this place.

The only thing he loves more is his wife.

I mean his ex-wife.

Well, dead wife.

That's the other reason I'm stuck on buttons.

Sometimes it's hard to think as fast as I speak.

You'll make a very good Mrs. Moray.

An even better Mrs. Moray, no doubt.

If only I had a ounce of your charm and elegance.

No wonder he fell for you.

But you have a wealth of elegance and charm, my dear.

And with your ability to flatter, I'm sure you could turn any boy's head.

(lighthearted music) Edmund: For we have much in common.

We are all purveyors of quality, master craftsmen.

We all trade on the same street.

But together, we would have dressed the customer from top to toe before they'd even set foot in The Paradise, if we put our minds to it.

They can do that now, but I can hardly see them beating down the doors.

(men laughing) Well, that's a fair point.

More ale, Mr. Chisholm?

I would rather wine.

(inaudible) There will be turnover.

Inventives...

Uh, i-incentives.

Every customer will...

I'm sorry, I cannot do this.

I cannot sell what I do not believe in.

It's not me.

Well, if it isn't you, Edmund, why did you bring us here?

men: Aye!

He did not.

It was me.

Chisholm: I've wasted quite enough time.

Gentlemen.

The customers will be given an incentive.

(whimsical music) A discount.

Ten percent of the sum total of all purchases.

We will advertise, decorate, make the shop fronts more attractive.

At whose cost?

I do wish women were as good at making money as they are at spending it.

(men laughing) All expenses will be recouped through increased sales.

Something I believe you all lack.

Gentlemen, ask yourselves honestly.

What poses a greater risk?

A small sum invested to attract custom or continuing on the current path of certain decline and eventual bankruptcy?

Tollgate Street Traders.

Competitively priced, tradition and quality.

Not bad.

Although I fear that in the haze of girlish enthusiasm, you've missed the point.

We are here to provide an alternative to The Paradise, not to become a department store in miniature.

-That is not what I meant.

-Regardless, you shall not convince anyone to invest in scheme your own uncle doesn't believe in.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

-man 1: Good day.

-man 2: Mr. Lovett.

(doorbell tinkles) (door closes) (melancholic music) (clock ticking) (painting clattering) May I offer you some assistance, ma'am?

Yes.

Um... it is heavier than I had imagined.

I hope to freshen Moray's office a little.

This painting of his wife is very dear to him.

Tell me your name.

Jonas Franks.

Well, Jonas, I must remind you to whom you are speaking.

I am soon to become Mrs. Moray.

May I offer you my most sincere congratulations, ma'am.

Still, for now, Miss Glendenning, I do not think that is a wise move.

You realize there are 10, 20 men on that street right now more willing and more able to do this job than you?

Value your position here, and you shall alter the way you speak to me.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

(soft music) Neckties?

Sir, very nice neckties.

(soft music continues) (knocks on door) Jonas Franks.

Why on earth do you employ such a character?

Dudley: Moray has the final say on all staffing, Miss Glendenning.

Oh, Katherine, please.

But you are the manager.

And he cannot be good for business.

He scares me.

He must surely scare the customers.

Mr. Moray, sir.

I have something unfortunate to report of a personal nature.

What is it, Jonas?

It is regarding Miss Glendenning, sir.

I found her in your office, trying to move the portrait of Helene.

Rest assured, sir, I dealt with the matter as swiftly and as firmly as I felt able.

I do not know which is more worrying.

Your determination to overstep the line or your inability to see it?

Can you not understand that there are things that are private between people?

If that is too much for you, then you should stay out of my way.

Thank you.

Jonas: Sir.

Katherine, you must be quite exhausted.

In one day, you've managed to turn my store upside down.

(Katherine chuckles) (lighthearted music) Pauline: Don't drop 'em.

Denise: Uncle?

I, uh, had a word.

Told them the truth.

That if anybody can breathe life back into this street, it's you, Denise.

And despite our differences, we're willing to give it a go.

As you say, it's do or die.

Nothing to be gained by standing still in business.

(lighthearted music continues) Papa, you must try smiling.

I have read it is good for the circulation.

Moray: The rest will be delivered to Belville Hall this evening.

There's more?

It is that girl.

Really, Moray, you should fight to get her back.

The one you gave me today was no replacement.

Poor service will not do now we are to cater for customers of a higher class.

(gentle music) My daughter does not care to do anything by halves.

Believe me, Moray.

To ensure her happiness will require a husband's undivided attention.

(gentle music continues) (cane taps) (carriage rattling) The mannequin will be placed outside beside your stalls, each wearing a different ensemble.

Outside?

You wish to place my hats on the street, expose them to the elements?

I believe that's what happens when they're worn on the head.

And there is always one of Mr. Jackson's fine umbrellas to be worked imaginatively into the display.

(soft music) Moray: I fear you've missed a patch.

You're renovating.

And you're not alone, I see.

Denise: Times are hard for the small store.

We must adapt to survive.

You're marketing your products as an ensemble.

Yes.

Moray: With a discount?

Ten percent.

Ah.

It is most enterprising, the least I would expect.

Edmund will feel the benefit of your presence almost as keenly as we feel the loss of it.

You do?

Of course.

My little champion.

I fear sales in Ladieswear shall plummet.

You should wear green more often.

It's most becoming.

(soft music continues) Chisholm: Fraternizing with the enemy?

Rest assured, Mr. Chisholm, there's certainly no conspiracy between us.

Then, girl, why does he raise such a blush?

From now on, Mr. Chisholm, you will refer to me as Denise or Miss Lovett.

(drink sloshing) (soft dramatic music) I was about to lock up.

There is no need.

I will be here for a while.

I have some business to finish.

(chuckles) Perhaps you could help.

(chuckles) Always so easily shocked, Dudley.

I can't believe that even you have not watched a man drink away his troubles.

I've watched many men try.

I believed you were teetotal.

What matter?

I'm lost to this world.

All I have is this job, and even that will soon be taken from me.

Katherine Glendenning.

The woman cares only for herself.

She is a viper.

She poisoned Mr. Moray against me.

Jonas, you must stop this.

They are to be married.

Why can't you try and be happy for them?

She sees me as distasteful, a monster.

Such easy judgment, with so little knowledge of the beast she set out to slaughter.

Before this, I was a safety miner.

There was an explosion one day.

Eight men were trapped underground.

They told us to leave them.

I refused, went back.

Before I could reach them... the shaft collapsed.

My arm crushed.

The others were not so fortunate.

When I signed on that morning, just a wee lad of 12.

(somber music) They gave me a certificate for bravery... and the sack.

I was no longer suitable.

It was much the same everywhere until I came here.

Helene Moray asked me nothing.

Katherine Glendenning will attempt to usurp her memory by casting me back out again.

I'm sorry.

(soft dramatic music continues) (door opens) (door closes) (drink sloshing) Edmund: Uh, Denise.

I've been working on something for a while.

I was going to save it for your birthday, but, uh... (bright music) (Denise chuckles) Thank you!

A dress befitting the businesswoman you have become.

(bright music continues) Dudley: Accounts for Ladieswear.

Thank you.

It's remarkable what she's doing.

Dudley: I pass her every morning.

A sore reminder of what we've lost.

Such determination.

(upbeat music) Ready?

Ready.

Hello, madam.

-Hello.

-How may I help you?

If it is the dress on Carruthers' stall, I can also make it in a silk organza.

(doorbell tinkles) And Jackson's sell a very nice ebony-handled umbrella, which would look quite the part.

(upbeat music continues) woman: There you are.

Merci and not goodbye, I trust, but au revoir.

And in the meantime, perhaps you might like to sample the pleasures next door?

Thanks.

Off!

(upbeat music continues) -Bye.

-Bye.

Excuse me?

You are eligible for our discount, 10%.

That makes your total £4 and 17 shillings.

No, no, Samuel.

It is all wrong.

Have you not read the paper?

Miss Glendenning is visiting us today to purchase her wedding gown.

We must showcase our very finest.

And with the doors about to open, this is too bright, too showy.

Good Lord, Samuel, really!

Oh, people of true class have subtlety in their blood.

Here.

Now, stock up on it.

There's bound to be a run on whichever one she chooses.

Hurry, girls, hurry!

There's a quite a throng forming.

See?

It's Katherine Glendenning who's done this.

You'll like her more come bonus time.

Is that "Guillotine!"

I hear them cry?

Oh, it's an ugly emotion, jealousy.

Clara: Me, jealous?

I've no reason to be.

I visited his rooms a couple of weeks back, right before they got engaged.

She hasn't got anything I haven't had already.

(upbeat music) It seems to be going surprisingly well.

The advertisement you put in the paper is doing the trick.

You've never shied away from publicity before.

I thought you would have liked the article.

Pff.

To be in the society pages and gossip columns?

The Paradise was referenced constantly.

You are marrying into the aristocracy.

"The wedding of the year!"

Glendenning will think I'm responsible for it.

It's an embarrassment.

The woman is taking over my store.

(hooves clopping) Now that's what I call a hat.

(soft music) (crowd murmuring) (bright dramatic music) (crowd chattering) (crowd murmuring) Darling!

I see you've brought quite a crowd along with you.

I trust they're not all your close acquaintances.

(Katherine chuckles) Well, I should like to say it is good taste, but I fear it is something more prurient that draws them in.

Or perhaps it's the article you put in the newspaper.

You liked it?

Do you know, I think I'm beginning to understand.

This playing shops is quite an entertaining distraction.

Uh, Katherine... we do not play here.

This is business.

You know, today, I think I could sell you anything.

One day of sales does not an expert in retail make.

No?

Then choose something.

(Moray chuckles) Don't you think you've proven yourself already?

Anything.

Let me show you how it's done.

(whimsical music) Very well.

Sam.

Mr. Moray, sir.

I'm looking for a cloth.

Something... special, something different.

Miss Audrey's put out what she deems to be our very finest silks.

No, no, um... Hmm?

(lighthearted music) (lighthearted music continues) Sir, that's old lining satin.

Mm.

Its name?

I believe that's known as Midnight Ink.

Midnight Ink.

Six yards.

Then take it up to Ladieswear.

It is the perfect cloth.

The only cloth for my wedding dress.

(whispering) Midnight Ink.

(whispering) Midnight Ink.

Pauline: Uh, ma'am?

No.

Your services shall not be needed today.

Oh, good.

I mean, very good.

Your Honorable... Ma'am.

(Pauline sighs) (melancholic whimsical music) One might use the lull to tidy a little, Mr. Lovett.

You're sprawled halfway across my bench.

Chisholm, I spent all morning with your feathers batting my face.

My feathers do not bat!

And I do not sprawl!

Certainly not over your bench!

Denise: Uncle?

(people chattering) I'll have that, made in Midnight Ink.

If you step this way, I can measure you up.

Clara.

Uh, Clara.

Maybe not... you.

Moray: Miss Audrey.

Katherine is with you?

All is progressing?

Oh, yes, Mr. Moray, sir.

But I'm afraid you cannot stay here.

The bride-to-be must have her privacy respected.

Very well.

(door opens) Jonas, are you waiting for Moray?

I did not sleep last night... for thinking of our conversation.

The fear that I have misjudged you, not understanding the difficulties you have faced.

I should like your permission to talk with Moray.

If I could explain to him the importance The Paradise holds for you, then I am sure he will guarantee your position here as safe.

He and I are old friends.

Let me reassure you.

Not a word of this shall be uttered to anyone else.

You overestimate your authority.

How do you know that I was telling you the truth?

You need to learn, Mr. Dudley, you cannot trust anyone.

All around you, people utter lies and hold secrets that make men shudder.

Do not presume to know me or anyone else.

Even those closest to you.

It is Clara, did I hear her say?

Yes, ma'am.

I confess, I'm terrible with names.

And with so many staff.

I'm trying to make an effort for Moray.

-Oh.

-(Katherine chuckles) I'm sure he'll appreciate that, ma'am.

Mr. Moray has always placed great emphasis on getting to know his staff... -(Katherine chuckles) -Individually.

Moray is a very modern man.

I should say.

Although, it has its disadvantages, being so involved.

He's miserable when some of them go.

Denise was a real favorite.

Really?

Oh, look at that.

We're the same around the chest.

Clara.

Miss Glendenning.

If I might humbly suggest an alternative fabric.

The satin you have selected is not one we would normally use for a wedding dress.

The quality, the color.

The color is appropriate for mourning, as a mark of respect for Mr. Moray's first wife.

(women gasping) It is the custom, and one that I'm willing to embrace.

As for the quality, it matters not.

My real dress is crafted of snow-white Russian silk.

It is but a ruse, Miss Audrey.

A game.

(chuckles) Oh, I see.

Well, thank you for informing me.

Clara, take this to the seamstresses and have it made up immediately.

Miss Glendenning has graced us with her custom.

Let us thank her with our professionalism.

-(lighthearted music) -(women gasping) Oh, one at a time, please, one at a time.

Yes, Midnight Ink.

Encre de Minuit.

An exceedingly elegant fabric of singularly good taste.

The intensity is a product of the pigmentation process.

See, it's not the silk that's dyed but the silkworm's feed.

(women gasping) The blend of dye is mixed to replicate exactly the sash on his first wife's wedding dress.

Clara: Copper sulfate... With just a pinch of ground sapphires thrown in.

They buried her in it.

She told you what?

Madam, I'm sorry, but someone's been telling your friends fibs.

The truth is, Mr. Moray chose it.

The name reminds him of the hour in which he pens his courtship letters to Miss Glendenning.

So full of her that he cannot sleep.

(fawning sigh) How many yards was it?

(women chattering) -(scissors snipping) -(lighthearted music) (women chattering) (Chisholm sighs) No point getting shop girl's feet.

(knocking on door) (doorbell tinkles) (Pauline squeals) I've missed you so much!

-Can I come in?

-Of course!

Pauline: She's in the store all day, all over him, you know, cooing.

Pauline, we're very busy.

Lots to do before the morning.

Oh, it's alright, I can talk standing.

-Mr. Lovett.

-Edmund: Pauline.

She's changing everything in The Paradise.

And I mean everything.

And what she's buying, everyone else is buying.

It's like, well, madness, really.

For her wedding dress today, she chose this horrible satin, Midnight Ink.

Next thing you know, we've as good as sold out.

No wonder Mr. Moray's swooning.

If she can shift stock like that, she's the perfect match for him.

Mind, that's nothing.

-Then there's what Clara told me.

-Pauline... Oh, I'll burst if I don't tell someone.

She, with Moray.

I don't know what exactly but something.

It was just before he got engaged to Katherine, when Miss Audrey was ill. Of course, she'll win in the end, Katherine.

In fact, she's given me a few tips.

This morning, when I said hello to Sam, he smiled back at me and told me to inspect his teeth.

Not that it did much good, come to think of it.

That dress is lovely.

But you want to get your uncle to loosen it a bit.

You're white as a sheep.

Chisholm: We are a long way off making back our initial investment.

You cannot expect to get your money back after one day.

Just an observation, Edmund.

There's no need to be so touchy.

Edmund: I was merely stating fact, Charles.

Chisholm: A matter of opinion, surely?

I have an idea.

There is a fabric called Midnight Ink that The Paradise have been trading on strongly.

We should order it.

The Paradise would simply order more.

Sell it more cheaply.

If my memory serves me correctly, Midnight Ink is a discontinued satin from a manufacturer that folded in January.

If there's any left, it will be limited stock.

We could buy the lot.

And be the only shop able to offer the material that Katherine Glendenning has chosen for her wedding outfit.

Is that not a little underhand?

Would The Paradise do different?

(men muttering) Your uncle underestimates you again.

It is the best idea you've had yet.

I do have some meager savings.

Not much, my very last few pennies.

I might consider a loan, if you could offer me some guarantee.

I believe we will succeed.

Then I want 50% of all profits.

That's my offer.

Take it or leave it.

(men muttering) -(hooves clopping) -(upbeat music) (dramatic music) (Dudley sighs) Moray, from the suppliers.

They've run out of Midnight Ink.

Someone placed an order for the remaining fabric minutes before ours came in.

Katherine: This is an outrage.

An absolute outrage!

-Katherine?

-Hurry, come and look!

The insolence!

The cheek!

(dramatic music continues) How dare she!

She is selling my wedding dress.

Where are you going?

Back to work.

But you must go and talk to her.

Stop her.

Well, if you won't, I shall do it myself.

I don't think that would be a good idea.

That is my fabric.

It is plagiarism.

-Theft.

-Moray: No, Katherine.

The only thing they've done wrong is beating you at your own game.

You must stop this.

You cannot have everything your way.

Dudley, will you see me to my carriage?

-Of course.

-And deal with this.

(whimsical music) (people chattering) -Madam.

-Thank you.

-How are you coping?

-Fine.

I'm not so sure about him.

Mesdames, mesdames, restrain yourselves.

Do not swarm and claw so.

Though your custom is most welcome, these hats are pieces of artistry.

Do not finger the feathers.

(whimsical music continues) Miss Glendenning, please do not be too upset.

Moray can forget himself when involved in matters of The Paradise.

Those closest to him often feel in competition with the shop.

It is never meant personally.

Thank you, Dudley.

(lighthearted music) (exhales sharply) Folding and tidying.

There is no point just dawdling there, girl.

You will put off any customers that we do have.

But everything's already been folded.

Then do it again.

Mr. Moray, sir.

Miss Audrey.

You're quiet.

We are... quiet.

It is the Midnight Ink.

I find myself tempted to tell customers how poor the cloth really is.

(Moray chuckles) But we cannot expose Miss Glendenning.

Indeed.

Indeed.

It is hard not to be impressed by the way Denise has played her hand at this.

The girl always did exhibit a level of promise bordering on precocity.

(Moray chuckles) You've known me for quite some time, Miss Audrey.

I have, Mr. Moray.

Mm.

How would you describe me?

-Tall... -No.

-Quite tall.

-No, no.

Medium.

Strong strength-- No.

Would you say I am honest?

Oh, very honest.

You have always been very honest, yes.

Would you say I've changed in any way?

You may be frank.

I would say that with power and responsibility, we all change, but the hearts of the most honorable remain true to their dreams.

It is why you inspire such loyalty and affection in your workforce.

Have confidence, Mr. Moray.

(chuckles) (lighthearted music) To work, girls.

Denise: Gentleman, to successful co-operation!

-Aye!

-man: Successful co-operation.

And that is what it looks like.

A tidy sum, I believe.

There's no arguing with it.

You say that now.

If you had your way, we'd still be stood out there peddling neckerchiefs.

-(chuckles) Neckties.

-Scrabbling for tiddlers instead of landing the bigger fish.

This is the difference between thrive and survive.

-On the Rue Saint-Denis-- -Are you saying I don't know how to run my business?

On recent evidence, you have little eye for an opportunity.

-Mr. Chisholm!

-Last week, you were on your knees begging for my help!

-Uncle!

-Your help?

We are all aware that anything that ever has been achieved here has been achieved by your niece.

Mr. Chisholm!

Please, gentlemen.

Let us all calm down and talk of our next step.

We must decide how we shall reinvest these profits.

I think you mean my profits.

-I knew it.

-Let us be honest, none of this would have been possible if it wasn't for my money.

I invested all my savings in this scheme.

Of all the self-serving, penny-pinching, manipulative-- So, I want him to thank me for it.

I want Lovett to recognize that he owes me for this.

Otherwise, I'll have it back, every penny.

With interest.

You cannot mean that.

Withdrawing your investment would fold the co-operative.

Our success has made even The Paradise sit up and take notice.

Really, Mr. Chisholm.

Uncle.

It is time we put an end to this pettiness.

If we can't see eye to eye in the good times, how shall we fare in the bad?

(Chisholm sighs) (drink sloshing) (bottle thuds) What co-operative?

-(whimsical music) -(notes rustling) (coins clinking) Tant pis!

-(notes rustling) -(coins clinking) (whimsical music) Please!

Please, Mr. Chisholm!

Mr. Carruthers!

Mr. Jackson!

I'm sorry, Denise, but I tried to warn you.

We are cut from a very different cloth.

-(door closes) -(sighs) You too have run out of silk.

More than silk.

There's no more Tollgate Street Traders, no more co-operative.

We've run clean out of co-operation.

(mannequin clatters) (Denise sighs) And... patience, it seems.

You've made me feel foolish.

(Moray chuckles) Your sales have made me look it!

(Denise laughs) It's pathetic.

No matter how hard you try to explain, there's no reasoning with them.

That is because they do not start from a position of logic.

I wish I could say that I was surprised, but given your choice of partners... (Denise and Moray laugh) Next time, you'll have to be more selective.

I don't know that there will be a next time.

Sometimes, we must learn from our mistakes.

What matters is that we are never deterred from grasping opportunities, even if it means we are making the greatest mistake of our lives.

My wife loved me wholeheartedly, without reservation.

But I did not give her the love that she... deserved.

I was driven by the need to expand the store.

She wanted us to go away for two months, travel together, start a family.

I refused.

We argued, and...

I... (sighs) I said some things that were... unforgivable.

She ran from me.

And now I will never know.

Did she fall or did she... With intention?

(somber music) (hooves clopping) (Moray sighs) Why am I telling you this?

Because what matters is that we learn from our mistakes.

(gentle music) I need you to know... that you are my inspiration.

(gentle music continues) (gentle music continues) (lid slams) Katherine?

I'm considering taking it all back.

Much of it is of dubious quality.

Tell me what's happened.

It's nothing.

A small exchange.

I just don't understand.

After all I have done.

I tried to help him, and he mocked me for it, chastised me, chose to defend some girl over his own future wife.

What girl?

The dressmaker's niece.

Opposite?

Why?

He has demonstrated a certain leniency towards this, uh, co-operative.

I wondered if there was reason behind it, that's all.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing.

(clears throat) Nothing.

Nothing at all to worry about.

All lovers have the occasional squabble.

I mean, Moray is almost certainly feeling rather nervous.

(Lord Glendenning clears throat) I think we should plan a trip for you both after the wedding.

A chance to escape these, uh, distractions and concentrate instead on each other.

Your shared future together.

Hmm?

Italy?

Greece?

Both wonderful at this time of year.

(gentle music continues) It's at times like this a man needs to stand back, take stock.

As far as I can see, things are surprisingly good.

In fact, much the same as they were before all this co-operative stuff.

We've still got our business, our skills.

Some orders.

Unfortunately, Uncle, those orders were placed through the co-operative, at a discount that we can no longer honor.

Unless you want to sell at a loss.

Edmund: I hadn't thought.

I often don't.

Denise, I'm sorry.

After all you've done.

Giving up your job at The Paradise.

That's not true.

I left The Paradise of my own accord.

It was childish.

A foolish impulse.

Edmund: Still...

I've been a pig-headed, arrogant oaf.

Stubborn as a mule.

What matters is that we learn from our mistakes, not stand here licking our wounds.

We should have confidence.

We've earned it.

We've shown what we can do.

And now we must be ready for the next opportunity that comes our way.

And we will be, Uncle.

We will.

(knocking on door) Darling?

I have spoken to Papa, and he agrees.

We must put an end to this... circus.

Our wedding should be about love, a meeting of two souls, not all this endless planning.

We shall bring the date forward, arrange a small affair.

Why not?

But I cannot bear to wait.

And listen, Papa has offered us a wedding gift.

An extended honeymoon, just the two of us, alone, away from all of this.

Mm.

Perhaps Europe?

I am sure Dudley will manage the store perfectly well in your absence.

The perfect start... to a perfect marriage.

(soft music) I suspect there are a few things you would've changed.

The draping of the fabric perhaps a little too... -Miss Audrey?

-(Denise chuckles) The overall display lacking a single focal point.

Oh, how we must suffer for the lack of perfection.

(Denise laughs) Denise, I, uh... No.

No, there's no need.

I do not want your apology.

There is too much of an air of finality about it.

I shall like to remain friends, Mr. Moray.

My dream is that I will make my own mark on the world, as you have.

I see that I have lost my little champion.

She has grown too great for me.

(stately orchestral theme playing) (stately orchestral theme continues) The man found in the river, it's Bradley Burroughs.

Jonas: We must keep what we know to ourselves.

They would use this to bring Mr. Moray down.

I come here knowing my place, ma'am.

So be it.

You can start today.

We are busy with wedding fever.

I hope you will toast to my future.

Denise: Is there anything in the world more romantic than a wedding veil?

(dramatic music) -You're back.

-Yes, ma'am.