(stately orchestral theme playing) (stately orchestral theme continues) (gentle music) (pencil scratching) (pencil scratching) (gentle music continues) (paper crumpling) Where did you vanish to on Saturday night?

Oh, wouldn't you like to know?

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

For nothing, I'll bet!

(laughs) Denise: Don't bite, Sam, or they'll only keep at you.

Oh, 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?

Clara: 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.

(Clara laughing) 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.

Now...

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.

(lively music) Oh, Katherine.

You told me this was a shop.

This isn't a shop.

This is a kind of heaven.

(Katherine laughs) Well, you must spoil yourself a little, Jocelin, and if you won't, then I will.

Jocelin: I don't know where to start.

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

Now, 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."

And what I'm thinking is if I can just keep this lady here one more minute, then perhaps she'll 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.

(gasps) 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.

Oh, after month upon month living in the middle of nowhere, I feel I've wandered into paradise.

Sam: You have, ma'am.

It says so above the door.

Moray!

Let me introduce you to my dearest friend, Jocelin.

Moray: I've heard a great deal about you, Mrs. Brookmire.

Katherine's compliments were fulsome but not fulsome enough.

Welcome to my store.

I am utterly enchanted.

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

(Moray chuckles) Oh, flowers!

Yes, it occurred to Miss Audrey that, well, 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 honors 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.

(laughing) (bright music) 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.

(women chattering) (playful music) What is it, Denise?

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.

(women chattering) (bright music) Jocelin: Oh, so many temptations.

I can't make up my mind.

Miss Audrey, where's 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.

Moray: 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.

Dudley: 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.

(people chattering) 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?

(light music) (people chattering) Katherine: 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 pretense of still being a working man.

They make such a radiant couple.

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

Well, you know how it is.

As soon as you plan a trip, the railways conjure a crisis.

Teddy is, of course, indispensable.

(both chuckle) (people chattering) Mrs. Brookmire, you're 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'm just so glad to see you so in love, Katherine.

Who can blame you?

He's such a man.

And he's clearly drunk at the sight of you.

I'm sure we'll find some time to talk in the morning, and you can tell me all of your news.

Lord Glendenning: Jocelin?

(dog barking) Alright.

-Huh.

-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?

-(door creaking) -(bell chiming) Edmund: Oh, Denise.

Sam helped me, uh, fix the door.

He's quite the dab hand.

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

(chuckles) 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, put my curlers in.

(laughs) Sit down, sit down.

(glasses clinking) (door creaks) I was beginning to worry about my uncle.

You seem to have cheered him up.

Oh, I cheer everyone up.

-I have a knack.

-(Denise chuckles) 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?

(Denise laughing) 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... -Shh!

-...and you'll spend your old age full of regret.

Good night, Sam.

Hiya, Pete, you alright?

(people chattering) 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 color.

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 a little unusual that a lady buy the same hat in three colors.

I know what I'm doing.

I'll write up your order, ma'am.

I have a notion, Miss Audrey.

You do, sir?

Is it good?

I think it might be rather marvelous.

Oh.

Miss Paradise Pink.

Oh, Miss Paradise Pink, yes, that is marvelous, 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.

(bright music) 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.

(bright music continues) (Jocelin breathing heavily) Mrs. Brookmire, is something wrong?

(whispering) I fear I might faint.

Please, don't let them see me like this.

-Sam: Away.

-Not here.

Not here!

Right, take my arm, alright?

Alright?

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?

(shuddering breaths) 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.

(gentle music) (chuckles) Thank you, Sam.

-(Sam grunts) -(heel cracks) Miss Paradise Pink.

Mr. Moray has entrusted us to vitalize 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?

Uh, 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.

Denise: What's the prize, ma'am?

We are authorized 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're 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.

(gentle music) 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 little jibe days ago.

Can't you just forget about it?

Clara: If he'd said such a thing to me, I'd have kicked 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, -(door closes) -...a ladies' man.

I feel rather like a charlatan.

Katherine insisted I stay at home, rest my foot.

(Jocelin chuckles) 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?

Yes.

(wine sloshing) 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.

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.

(hooves clopping) I didn't know wine was supposed to taste this soft.

It's like drinking silk.

Hmm.

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

(Jocelin laughs) (gentle music) 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.

(chuckles) Privilege is not contentment.

(sobs quietly) 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've been pretending it is a normal visit, but it isn't.

Please, promise me you won't tell anyone.

Aye.

It's 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.

(table thuds) (Jocelin sobbing) -Jocelin!

-(slap smacks) What has this man done?

(dramatic music) 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, her kissing me, and so, I just ran!

Mrs. Brookmire kissed you?

Denise, what am I gonna 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-- Well, he's clearly not a good lad, and I take it you'll 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's 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, hmm?

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's recovering.

(clears throat) 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.

(thunder rumbling) Katherine.

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

I imagined you'd 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.

(door closes) 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.

Uh, 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.

(door closes) (women chattering) Oh, 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!"

(women laughing) Denise: 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.

-(knocking on door) -What do you think of the rear?

-Did you kiss her?

-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, Sam, 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.

Jonas: Perhaps you chose to keep 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'm innocent, that's it, isn't it?

I'll be dismissed, 'cause 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.

(Moray clears throat) 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.

Dudley: You should consider yourself fortunate to be even standing there, Sam.

That is all.

(dramatic music) (door closes) I don't understand.

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

(dramatic music continues) 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?

(dramatic music continues) 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."

Moray: Denise.

Why so forlorn?

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

(Moray exhales sharply) 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 practice 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.

(Moray laughing) Yes.

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

(birds chirping) man: 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.

(gentle music) (tense music) Where is he then?

Denise: He's still working in the delivery yard.

Hmm.

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 couple of 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 work.

Has something happened?

Sam: 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.

(chuckles) 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.

-(people chattering) -(Sam grunts softly) I'm 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.

Oy, that's not true!

Why would you say that?

(papers rustling) (gentle music) 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 her a statement, 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 honor 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.

(dramatic music) 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 wanna 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.

(somber music) You're gonna lose everything, Sam.

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

'Cause I feel for her.

I keep thinking she's a lady... so she will tell the truth, and soon it'll all be over.

'Cause 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.

-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.

-Aye, sir, I'm-- -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.

(tense music) 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.

Dudley: 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.

(exhales) 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.

(Pauline sobbing) (knocking on door) You told me you would sack the boy.

Your Lordship... (clears throat) -...what we said-- -Oh, 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.

(light pensive music) (door closes) (birds chirping) (light pensive music continues) 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.

-Only you can save me.

-Please, you know what happened.

-I will 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 'em it was a mistake!

I can't, that's not possible.

Tell 'em about your husband.

Tell 'em what you told me.

-They'll understand.

-How dare you!

You're a shop assistant, and you stand there telling me what I should do?

You told me to call you Jocelin.

(dramatic music) woman: Mr. Jones!

-(woman mumbling) -I will scream.

I will scream.

(dramatic music) 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?

(Katherine sighs) I can't bear what this is doing to us.

It has put us on opposite sides.

(children chattering) 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.

-(carriage rattling) -(children chattering excitedly) I believed it was not possible for Jocelin to be in the wrong because... 'Cause 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.

(gentle music) Jocelin: 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.

(somber music) 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.

(people chattering) (dramatic music) (dramatic music continues) Denise: 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 color best suits your complexion, Mrs. Brookmire.

I do feel pretty in this color.

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'll 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?

Denise: Of course, Mrs. Brookmire.

May you arrange for me to see Mr. Moray privately?

(gentle apprehensive music) Have you seen Sam?

No, I haven't.

(dramatic music) Has anyone seen Sam?

No, I haven't seen him.

(people chattering) (dramatic music continues) -(door creaks) -(bell chiming) Sam!

You shall return to your counter.

Dudley: Her entire bill, paid in full, every penny.

He insists.

Your receipt, sir.

Her husband would have settled the account, but, uh, since Mrs. Brookmire is my guest, I felt it simpler to deal with the matter.

Of course.

We are most grateful, your Lordship.

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

Oh.

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

Hmm.

My daughter insists that whilst I am here I repay your discretion with an invitation to dinner, uh, both of you.

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

(gentle music) (people chattering) Perhaps we should give all of our most lavishly spending customers an account.

(gentle music continues) (people chattering) This store is a place for all things beautiful.

We shall be proud to display your picture, madam, and name you Miss Paradise Pink!

-(group applauding) -(cheerful music) Yes.

(stately orchestral theme playing) (dramatic music) Thief, give it back, or I'll kill you!

Moray: Allow me to introduce Mr. Peter Adler.

Peter, Miss Katherine Glendenning.

Denise: I think I could do anything I set my mind to.

Really, anything?

What is there to stop me?

(Clara sobbing) I have decided there will be no more ideas.

I am to stop thinking?

If you wish to remain at The Paradise.

(dramatic music)