(symphonic theme music playing) (music continues) (indistinct chatter) (bright music playing) Moray: Clemence!

What a delight it is to see you again.

Moray, mon cher.

(Clemence speaking French) (continues speaking French) ♪ ♪ No one flatters me as you do, mademoiselle.

(speaking French) Did I ever deny you, Clemence?

(Clemence laughs) What did she say to him?

I don't know.

Whatever it was, I wish she was saying it to me.

♪ ♪ Excuse me.

Until now, who could afford such extravagance?

Only the wealthy.

I always feel that fun is wasted on the rich, don't you?

There are enough pleasures in life to go around, I hope.

Clemence: I hope so too.

We have found a way to make my beautiful creations so that anyone can afford them.

And you want us to offer them in The Paradise?

Oh, you disappoint me, darling.

(speaking French) Not offer them, no.

Sell them.

Sell lots of them.

Moray: Clemence, if you make the fireworks cheaply-- Oh, please, let us not waste our lives talking.

I will show you.

Tonight.

Darling, we will light up the skies.

(giggling) So did he write about her in his letters then?

No.

No, he didn't.

Well, you'd think he would.

If I met someone like her, I would.

So, who's gonna get Miss Audrey's job then?

I am not departed quite yet, Myrtle.

Myrtle: I'm only saying, Miss Audrey, since you're to marry they'll be wanting someone for your position.

I have to say, it is all rather sudden.

You don't "have to say," Myrtle, you choose to say.

And I would contend that 23 years of courtship has a certain decorum to it.

(laughs) I wouldn't know.

Twenty-three minutes wooing is slow for me.

(Myrtle laughs) We're very pleased for you, Miss Audrey.

You'll have to plan the wedding, and the honeymoon.

That all takes time.

You not getting married right away, like.

So, you're not leaving us just yet.

Yes.

Well... We shall see.

If I was getting married, I wouldn't be wearing a face like that.

Susy: Well, it does make you wonder, doesn't it?

Who will be Head of Ladieswear?

(fast-paced piano music playing) (faint chatter) (chuckling) ♪ ♪ Ma'am, may I ask, were you thinking-- Clara: Will you be marrying soon?

How many years have I considered, if I marry, I will lose my position.

If I hold onto my employment, I will never know the joys of marriage.

I deliberate and ruminate and I'm frozen with indecision.

So the only way is for me to leap.

Leap?

If I dither, I will die a spinster.

I have some savings.

A cottage that my brother left to me by the sea.

I have told Mr. Moray that I am leaving.

Marrying.

Leaving.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

♪ ♪ I do so love the long trains.

And the cut, what it does for a woman's body.

(Clemence speaks French) Tell me what you think, Clara.

The pleated ruffles do give a soft influence, ma'am.

Oh, please, I know how you English do so prefer your deference, but you must call me Clemence.

Bows, buttons, and braids.

Why do we love them so much?

Is it because they draw the eye?

I think that every decision we make is guided, no, determined by passion.

Sexual passion.

What do you think, girls?

Uh, well, perhaps, madam, I might suggest to... accompany the silk velvet hat with the ribbon streamers?

Clemence: (chuckles) Of course you're right because you are a woman who knows her calling.

Thank you, madam.

Ma'am.

Mademoiselle.

Clemence.

It is only my first visit to The Paradise but, Miss Audrey, I cannot imagine this place without you.

♪ ♪ (firecrackers whistling) Sam: See that, Arthur, add a bit of flame and what happens?

Stuff starts spinning, sparks shooting and flying all over the place.

What does that remind you of?

Uh, a thunderstorm?

Women, Arthur.

Women.

Arthur: Yeah, but it's pretty and exciting.

Sam: (laughs) Arthur, me lad, you have just described man's eternal dilemma.

-(firecrackers whistling) -(crowd cheering) Susy: She's so beautiful, isn't she, Denise?

I can't imagine what it must be like to be such a woman.

Can you?

I bet men fall for her all the time.

If I was a man, I'd fall for her.

Would you, Denise?

I think I could resist.

I never realize that French people were so... French.

I mean, all that touching and kissing and flirting.

-(firecrackers popping) -(inaudible dialogue) (crowd whoops, laughs) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) Moray: Uh, Clemence, this is Mr. Tom Weston.

He's the owner of The Paradise.

Mademoiselle Romanis.

I hope you've been made welcome.

(speaking French) I would not wish you to think that we English are as cold and inhospitable as our reputation.

Perhaps you might have dinner with me while you're here?

I would be delighted, Monsieur Weston.

I would not care for you to believe we French are as rude as our reputation.

(chuckles) Excuse me.

Tom: So how long will you be staying?

(firecrackers popping) Wouldn't it be something to have fireworks like that at our wedding, Audrey?

At our age?

It would be brash and tasteless.

We must reach for understatement, Edmund.

At our age I say we should celebrate.

You just seem awfully friendly with her, that's all.

I am awfully friendly with Clemence.

Did you see her when you were in Paris?

All the time.

I was a buyer and she was the best supplier we had at the Bon Marche.

Did you dine with her?

Yes.

She's wonderful company.

(laughs) Denise, I'm sorry but Clemence is not my type, and I can assure you, despite what you see, I'm not her type either.

(Clemence laughs) Audrey: Will you miss the street, do you think?

We might never leave.

I put that sign up, not had so much as a peep through the window.

My brother's cottage is standing empty.

It has been since he died.

Hmm.

We'll head up there at weekends, do some work, make it ready.

I have been wondering... (fireworks popping) ...why must we wait?

(firecrackers whistling and popping) (crowd chattering delightfully) Tell me about Mr. Weston.

He is married?

Oh, yes.

He is married to Katherine Glendenning.

Oh, I have heard about her.

She is the reason Moray was in Paris.

She's not a woman to be crossed.

The price is good.

We can have the firecrackers in our store by the end of the week.

We must not let her believe that we've made a decision yet.

Sir, I've already indicated to Clemence-- Tom: Then you were too hasty.

Mr. Weston, the display has proven how good her product is.

What benefit is there in delay?

If she feels we're too keen, then the deal will be made on her terms.

Let her woo us.

They're talking about you.

They are men, they are talking about business.

Mr. Weston is telling them that they must not offer me the contract until he has taken me out to dinner.

(Clara chuckles) ♪ ♪ (crowd clapping) Clara: Is he dead?

Moray: Jonas.

Get him inside.

(pensive music playing) (groans) Denise, fetch some hot water.

The least we can do is clean the poor feller up.

I want anybody who is not needed out of this room now.

Bosses included.

Bosses most of all.

That's a fever if ever I saw one.

(mumbles weakly) Denise: Shh, shh.

(mumbles) Shh.

Don't talk.

Sleep.

You're gonna be safe now.

(Jonas moaning weakly) I might forget I have come to The Paradise to do business and spend all of my time here with girls in your room full of treasures.

Oh, we are pleased that you are pleased, Mademoiselle Clemence.

Forgive me, but I overheard the conversation yesterday.

You are leaving?

(Clemence speaks French) Is John insane... (continues in French) When a woman marries, she must forfeit her office.

She's out of the door before the veil is pulled from her face.

Clemence: But there are men who work here who are married?

Mr. Dudley.

Clive in Menswear.

Alan in Menswear.

David in Haberdashery.

Yes thank you, Clara.

Half the porters are married.

Perhaps I might understand if woman intends to have children, but that is not so with you is it, Audrey?

As I have explained, mademoiselle, it is the way.

Clemence: (chuckles) Oh, yes.

It is the way.

It is the way the men have decided upon.

Denise.

Denise: Mademoiselle Clemence.

Moray's girl.

I see now why he spoke of nothing but Denise, Denise, Denise all of the time in Paris.

I'm sure that's not true, mademoiselle.

There is only one thing more heartbreaking for a woman than a dinner with a man perspiring with lust, and that is dinner with a man pining for his love.

(chuckles) But now that I see you, I can forgive him.

What do you think of Miss Audrey's predicament, Denise?

Denise: I...

I'm pleased that she wishes to marry, and to be with the man that she loves.

But that is not what I asked you.

What do you think of a woman robbed of her position, a woman with experience, a woman brimming with best qualities, cast out because we live in a man's world?

I think it's wrong.

Of course you do.

What do you girls do with yourself in the evenings?

I go to the inn across the street.

(gasps) We will all go there tonight.

Mademoiselle, it's a murky little den of a place.

I'm not sure you'd find it to your taste.

Might I borrow some paper?

I must write a note to Mr. Weston to tell him I cannot join him for a dinner after all.

I'm busy tonight.

Miss Audrey, you will join us?

The inn?

I, I have never...

I, I would not countenance...

The inn?

But aren't you curious?

I am.

I have invited you.

You wouldn't offend your French guest by refusing, would you?

Why have you come back, Jonas?

I did not come here at my own bidding, sir.

I was brought here.

You're not welcome.

You're not wanted.

I don't see much clearly at the moment, sir, but I see that.

The business with Burroughs' death, why did the constable not come after ya?

There is no mystery, Mr. Dudley, sir.

I paid the man.

Like many people hereabouts, he had no regard for Bradley Burroughs.

Dudley: You murdered a man.

If you imagine that such an arrangement allows you to stay here, then you are mistaken.

(door opens) Porridge.

It's better than meat for putting meat on a man.

(Myrtle laughs) You always loved your porridge, Mr. Jonas.

How did you come to be in such a state?

I don't know.

How did you come to be on that wagon?

I don't know.

You don't know a lot, do you?

The fever has drained the life out of you.

When you're well enough to walk, you'll be on your way.

So I thought you could put on a display of the fireworks, invite all kinds of people, and set up the stall on the street to sell the firecrackers.

So you like Clemence now?

I shall ignore that.

It's a marvelous idea.

-I'm glad I thought of it.

-(both laugh) I have no eyes for other women, Denise.

They do not exist.

I have found the woman I will marry.

-(gentle music playing) -(birds chirping) Katherine: I am so glad, my darling, you have readily taken to the business of The Paradise.

But I must confess, I didn't imagine you would go in there every day.

Moray has a French woman supplying him with fireworks.

I want to make sure he isn't beguiled into a bad deal.

Firecrackers.

Can I see them, Daddy?

-Katherine: So she's French?

-Tom: Yes.

I'm having dinner with her tonight.

Well, I am glad you find The Paradise so engaging, darling.

The Head of Ladieswear is leaving.

Katherine: Miss Audrey?

Yeah.

She is to marry.

So one of the girls will be promoted?

Does it matter?

♪ ♪ I realized that so long as I worked for a man I would never be more than a, seisin, what do you say?

A chattel.

A chattel.

I looked at the men and I asked myself, can I do what they do?

And the answer was yes.

The answer was, I can do it better than they do.

So you started your own business?

I have an idea of something people might like to buy, I find someone who can make it for me, I supply to Le Bon Marche, or any other store.

I live a good life.

-I'm just happy to have a job.

-(Clemence laughs) Well, that is all very well in France, mademoiselle, in England we prefer to cling on to our civilization.

Does this civilization make you feel contented?

(patrons chattering) Good Lord.

Is it a harem or a hen party?

You can join us, Sam.

You're as good as one of the girls.

-(women laughs) -(laughs sarcastically) Hey.

I'm not one of the girls, if you don't mind.

There's one or two lass can prove it.

I'll have a drink at the bar.

Please lift up your glass, all of you.

Now wait.

Life is passion.

Isn't that true?

What is more passionate than a woman?

If a woman can be what she decides to be.

If a woman can love and follow her own calling, then she can determine her own life.

I ask you to drink to woman's passion.

Who will drink with me?

(all laugh and cheer) (indistinct chatter) (soft music playing) I've never talked this way with anyone before.

I feel as though I'm a bit drunk.

Well, I am a bit drunk, I suppose.

(laughs) Never met anyone like you, Clemence.

The world will soon be filled with women like me, but what about you, Denise?

There is too much about you to be a shop girl or a wife.

-(Denise laughs) -What do you want to be?

-(Denise laughs) -(Clemence speaks French) ♪ ♪ I...

I want to be Moray.

I mean...

I don't want to be a man.

I dream of running The Paradise.

Not just for the glamour of it, although I do like the idea of swishing around in a fine dress, but for the work.

That is what I love.

When I have an idea or make a decision or someone gives me the opportunity to take the lead, I feel...

I can't quite describe it.

There are so many things I would do if...

When we admit to our passion, we are free.

We can have what we want, be who we want to be.

I knew you'd see things the same as I do.

Is it true?

It is true.

(tense music plays) You are so beautiful.

No.

No one will know.

We can have whatever we want.

I'll know.

I don't want this.

♪ ♪ Perhaps I could suggest, sir, we make a decision based on the prices she has outlined, and the guarantee of a regular supply.

No, we wait.

But what if she returns to Paris and there's been no dinner engagement?

Oh, she will dine with me.

Mr. Weston, I know Clemence, she is flighty.

Where men are concerned, she likes the tease and play.

I know women like Clemence, what they respond to is being mastered.

Why does it matter that she is a woman?

We must consider this business.

We treat her as we do any other supplier.

We are all gentlemen together.

You know what I intend.

I find her irresistible.

Why should I resist?

Mr. Weston, Clemence does not respond to gentlemen suitors.

(scoffs) You're telling me she's a chaste French maid?

She prefers the role of seducer.

You think I can't overcome her resistance?

I would prefer you did not try.

You tried, didn't you?

In Paris.

And she rejected you.

(laughs) "We're all gentlemen together."

I feel I have been pressed into a club I have no wish to join.

If he sees no reason to hide his intentions from us... You're the expert.

I mean, you've lived amongst the French.

How do we deal with this?

We don't.

She does.

If you toy with him, he will set himself against you and I cannot guarantee you will get the contract.

Well, what would you have me do, darling?

Submit to him?

Hide away?

Run away?

I warn you, Clemence, Tom Weston is made of a different mettle.

I see no reason to let him bully me because he's a spoiled Englishman used to having his own way.

Do you, Denise?

Do you want me to leave so you can talk, Mr. Moray?

No, no, there's no need for that, Denise.

Do you intend to take him on?

Well, I like men like Tom Weston because it is so easy to know them.

Such men, it's a child's play to tame them.

Eh, Denise, might I borrow some paper?

I'm going to write to Mr. Tom Weston to tell him I cannot meet him for a dinner tonight.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Ma'am, I'm so sorry, I've got the wrong pair.

I'll fetch the correct ones for you.

(indistinct chatter) Clara, Mademoiselle Clemence kissed me.

(gasps) She kissed you?

She wanted to seduce me.

But she's Moray's friend.

-Have you told him?

-I should.

-Then why don't you?

-I don't know.

If she was a man, you'd tell him, wouldn't you?

I want her to have the contract.

I'm confused.

Everything she said, about women having a calling, and the wrongs that we live with... Audrey: Girls.

Girls, I am not quite deposed yet.

I hope you will show me the respect of my position until such a time as I am escorted from the premises.

Clara, Mrs. Barton is without attendance.

Edmund: It's only three Sundays, and then we can...

It doesn't matter what condition the cottage is in so long as we're warm.

Mr. Moray is to conduct interviews.

For my position.

Edmund: Well, that's grand.

Give the younger girls a chance to stake a claim.

Our Denise will be keen, I expect.

Audrey: I am not so old.

Not so very old.

Edmund: You said it yourself, Audrey, "At our age."

I was referring to the firecrackers.

There has not been one day when I have been absent from my work.

Yes, there has.

That time you lost your voice.

What I meant was, no more than any man.

We are ruled by men.

(soft music playing) We are going to live in your brother's cottage.

Your decision.

I've waited years to marry you.

Your decision.

Now we are to marry in haste.

Your decision.

If that is a woman ruled by men, then I'm a pin cushion.

Those are trifles.

I am talking about fundamentals.

A woman's calling.

They're not trifles to me, Audrey.

I put my shop up for sale on your say-so.

Are you telling me you want to change your mind?

(Moray sighs) I think Mademoiselle Clemence... does not care for men.

(exhales) Far from it.

She likes nothing better than to bait us.

What I meant was...

I think she prefers women.

(laughing) M... (continues laughing) -Why didn't you tell me?

-What?

You think I should have told you because you were jealous of her?

To put you at your ease?

Uh...

It is not my place to tell her private business, Denise.

♪ ♪ Sam: No buyers yet, Mr. Lovett?

Edmund: Oh.

I don't even know if I'm still selling up, Sam.

Why?

What's happened?

Audrey seems to suddenly believe that to marry would be a betrayal of her sex.

Oh, that would be mademoiselle's doing.

I heard 'em all talking in the inn.

Audrey in The Three Crowns?

-No.

-Yes.

I don't even go in there.

Oh, it was quite the party.

And here's me without a breath of sleep fretting about whether my marriage is on or off.

What I know about women is this, you promise them undying love, marriage, faithfulness, they're away in a wisp.

If you don't give a hoot, act the lad about town, chase you around like a prince.

Right.

We're going to the inn tonight, Sam.

I haven't got a penny in my pocket.

I'm buying.

Bring that lot in.

We must put the smallest firecrackers in the front.

Sell them one at a time, so people can afford them.

I must remind you, mademoiselle, the contract is by no means certain.

Clemence: Oh, but I have every faith in Moray.

The two bulls are butting heads.

Why do men suppose that posturing is what catches a woman's eye?

The loveliest thing about you is that you have no idea how beautiful you are.

Forgive me, Mademoiselle Romanis, but I'm not used to women being quite so forward, so complimenting.

If you were to ask me to a dinner, I would not refuse.

I am deeply attracted to you.

I could never-- I also see the way you look at me.

Is it not true?

You are a very beautiful woman.

When your head lies on your pillow tonight, I'll be lying awake, wishing you were with me.

(whimsical music plays) ♪ ♪ (inaudible dialogue) Dudley.

How long have you worked here?

(exhales) Moray and I came here as boys, when Mr. Emmerson owned the place.

It was a great deal smaller then.

It is touching to think that two poor boys have risen to such status.

Fine suits, silk ties... You must not let such distinction go to your head.

I've always considered myself grateful for the responsibilities.

Then you will have no more to do with Mademoiselle Romanis.

-Sir, I assure you-- -Do not contradict what my eyes have witnessed.

Mr. Weston, sir, what I know of Clemence tells me-- Did I ask for your intervention, Moray?

It seems that with each passing day I must continue to convey to you that the world has changed.

The Paradise is no longer your domain.

Business here will be conducted at my bidding.

If you wish to retain your position here, Dudley, you will leave Clemence be.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Then all is well with the world.

(door closes) I have done my best to tolerate your husband, but he has threatened to dismiss Dudley.

(scoffs) I will not allow him to do this.

Why have you called me back here, hmm?

Is it to restore The Paradise?

Because that is impossible if I must contend with this kind of vindictive interference.

Why would Tom wish to remove Dudley?

He seems to consider Dudley as some kind of rival.

Aah.

(scoffs) Mademoiselle Romanis?

Is that why you are here?

To goad me?

I, I came here because I felt I had to.

-Katherine-- -I do not want your pity.

I will make my own accommodation with my husband.

Tom is not what he appears to be to some people.

He is a fine husband, and father.

The military men are somet...

I will deal with this.

Well, thank you, Katherine.

If I can help-- When will you appoint a new Head of Ladieswear?

We will conduct interviews.

Denise will make an excellent appointment.

She is clearly the best candidate.

There, there are other girls we must consider.

Clara has qualities-- Why would you hold Denise back?

It makes no sense.

Are you concerned what others will think if you favor your lover?

Why would it matter to you to champion Denise?

Perhaps I have come to appreciate the value of justice.

(pensive music playing) (indistinct chatter) Mademoiselle Clemence.

I must plead with you, not to use Mr. Dudley.

Clemence: You don't understand, Denise.

I have no choice.

I left Paris because there was some difficulty.

I have to make a life here.

I must have the contract.

But whatever the reasons, must you use such methods?

Yes, I must, because I am a woman.

Would Tom Weston treat me in this way if I were a man?

Will he offer me the engagement on purely business terms?

He will prevent me from prospering unless I indulge him.

Is it not true?

Then am I not entitled to use whatever means necessary to gain equality?

-Would you not do the same?

-No.

Then you will be left behind.

I have watched you.

I have heard Moray talk about your many gifts.

When Miss Audrey leaves, will you be given her position?

I don't know, I-- Do you want it?

Can you do it?

There are other girls who... Just-- I give you the question you must answer to yourself.

Not to me.

If the position is not given to you, do you care more for the man you love than you do for your own voice?

Will you be a good girl?

Will you meekly accept?

Or will you speak out?

(pensive music playing) Oh.

(peppy music playing) Katherine: Mademoiselle Romanis, thank you for coming.

Clemence: My pleasure.

Katherine: Please, this way.

(Katherine and Clemence laughing) Oh, darling, there you are.

I have invited Mademoiselle Clemence to stay with us during her time here.

I can't bear the thought of her in that stuffy hotel, and I know you two wish to talk business.

It will be so much more convivial, don't you think?

I do.

I have told Edmund that I may want to reconsider.

So that's why my uncle's taken down the "for sale" sign.

Miss Audrey, did you not say it was the doubt and delay that was making you so unhappy?

Why should a woman be punished for marrying?

That bloody French woman.

Look at what she's doing to us.

She comes here, all hell is let loose, and then she'll be gone and leave us with the consequences.

I thought you younger women would see that she speaks for us all.

Miss Audrey, no one here believes it's right for a woman to be pressed into leaving, but to do this to Uncle Edmund after you promised him.

I see.

When the old hen's about to leave the perch, the young hens certainly do start to flutter their feathers.

(gentle music playing) Katherine: It is such a pleasant diversion having Mademoiselle Clemence to stay with us.

I can see why men fall for her.

I can see why you might fall for her, my darling.

(chuckles softly) Did he tell you?

Did Moray come to see you?

If you are going to pursue her, then you will do it here, out of harm's way.

Not so publicly.

Not at The Paradise.

And please do not let Flora see you fawning after her.

♪ ♪ Have you ever known me to fawn after anyone?

Oh...

When we first met, you were quite the flatterer.

Why are you so sensitive about The Paradise?

I want us to do nothing to give Moray the upper hand.

And you can jostle with him by all means... but do not crush him.

I want him to feel safe there.

I never believed that you abandoned him.

Why would you need to destroy him... if he hadn't broken your heart?

I brought Mademoiselle Clemence into our home... because I have learned I cannot stop you.

Because you cannot stop yourself.

And I have learned that it will pass, she will pass.

And when the passion passes... and you are overcome with shame...

I will pick you up and comfort you.

I will love you... and be a good wife to you.

But I do not love you freely, Tom.

In exchange, you will not ask me again about what happened between Moray and I.

♪ ♪ Edmund?

Edmund?

Might we speak privately... my dear?

Edmund: I'm rather wedded to the bar.

You can say whatever you want to say right here.

You seem to have taken my decision rather personally.

What you fail to appreciate is that my reasoning concerns the injustice to a woman having to give up her position.

What about what I must give up?

Have I not fought to keep my little shop alive through the worst of times?

Do you suppose I put up a "for sale" sign as easily as tying my shoelace?

It is a wrench to my heart.

But I did it willingly.

I thought you would do the same.

I was wrong.

I see that now.

Let us have ale, landlord.

The night is younger than I am.

(Edmund exhales) (Clemence chuckles) Clemence: Let me show you this.

Do you see this coin?

Okay, we're gonna put it in this hand.

Can you say abracadabra?

-Flora: Abracadabra.

-And now blow.

(blows) (gasps) It's not there.

Where is it?

Blow now.

(blows) Ah, it's not here too.

What did you do with it, Flora?

-I didn't do anything.

-(Clemence chuckles) (gasps) I see it.

(gasps) Mon Dieu.

It was in your hair.

(laughter) And because I found it in your hair, it's for you.

Flora: Thank you.

It has been the most delightful dinner, but I hope you will forgive me, I have another engagement.

It is rude of me, I know, but it is the way in France.

We flit about half the night, and I'm the most restless French woman there is.

Katherine: You are our guest, Clemence, you must come and go as you wish.

Clemence: Oh, you are spoiling me, and I do so like being spoiled.

♪ ♪ Merci.

Madam.

Merci.

♪ ♪ Tom: Where are you going?

I have arranged a rendezvous.

With a man?

I can meet whoever I want to.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I was never much good at talking to girls.

(Clemence scoffs) At work, I could pass the time with them, but romance... (scoffs) I was always too shy, too awkward.

I chose the most quiet girl in the shop.

It made me feel confident.

(whimsical music playing) I don't wanna betray my wife.

You are a beautiful man.

(knock on door) (fast-paced orchestral music playing) (soft music playing) (door closes) (fast-paced orchestral music playing) Man: Mr. Weston, sir.

I am Jonas.

Jonas Franks.

Is Mademoiselle Romanis here?

Why would she be here at this time of night, sir?

I believe she has a liaison with a man.

Jonas: Sir, if I may, I have observed the French lady in her time here, both with gentlemen and with her own sex.

If you were to ask me where she was tonight, it would not be with a man.

(laughs) It cannot be.

You need not accept my consideration, sir.

Might I suggest you consult with Mr. Moray on this matter?

Moray... knows?

Jonas: He has not told me so himself, but I can tell.

(exhales deeply) May I suggest you ask him?

(breathing heavily) Mademoiselle Clemence.

What are you doing here?

That man... Jonas...

I was never so afraid of the touch of a hand.

I felt I...

I do not dare to refuse him.

Where is Mr. Dudley?

I don't know.

He took Dudley away.

The way he looked at me... the things he said to me, it was like he knew me.

Mr. Jonas will know all there is to know about you.

Denise: Mademoiselle, you've shown such little regard for Mr. Dudley, why are you so determined to make him face his own weaknesses?

Your tale will be the same as the rest of us.

Human.

Weak.

I did love someone once.

I was young, as young as you are now.

I met an older woman and I knew she was what I had been waiting for.

I let myself love her.

I was helpless.

I felt sure she would leave her husband to be with me.

Slowly I learned she had no such intentions.

She wanted what was considered proper.

(voice breaking) She hated herself for loving me.

I would never do that.

I would never punish myself for the way that I love.

She was married to a man like Mr. Dudley?

A good and faithful man.

A family man.

How could she choose him over me?

How could she choose that life when I offered her such passion?

(sobbing) (knock on door) (knocking continues) I'm coming.

I'm coming.

More people come to this door in the dead of night than during business hours.

(soft music playing) What kind of a woman would torment such a dear soul?

What kind of a fool would refuse an offer of marriage from the man she loves?

I didn't know you had refused.

I didn't.

And there wasn't an offer.

You asked me.

I did.

Well...

I am asking you now.

And if you say yes, there's to be no untying or doubting or declining or hesitating.

I will.

♪ ♪ Jonas?

There is a carriage waiting to take you home, sir.

You must leave before the staff arrive.

They must not see you like this.

What am I doing here?

A note was sent to your wife, sir, to say that you were detained overnight with Mr. Moray, and there was nothing for her to worry about.

Clemence...

Nothing happened, sir.

There is nothing for you to be troubled by.

The carriage, sir.

We must make haste.

(door opens) Clemence has arranged a demonstration of her firecrackers on the street.

She has decided to go ahead, with or without us.

-It will draw quite a crowd.

-Tom: Hmm.

They'll want to know where they can buy the fireworks.

In the end, this is purely a business matter.

Give her the contract, let's be rid of her.

(indistinct chatter) We'll all strive to maintain the standards you've set us, Miss Audrey.

Nonsense.

I will be forgotten before I reach the end of the street.

(gentle music playing) I have little doubt it will be you... ♪ ♪ Mademoiselle Clemence is correct in what she says, you know.

(pensive music playing) -(firecrackers whistling) -(inaudible dialogue) -Take care.

-Don't fuss, our Denise.

We're not vanishing entirely.

I haven't even sold the shop yet.

Audrey: Thank you.

♪ ♪ Goodbye.

At our age, Audrey, you have to take the happiness when it comes after you.

Even if it is tasteless and vulgar.

(Edmund laughs) -(firecrackers crackling) -(bright music playing) Walk on.

(crowd clapping) (firecrackers crackling, popping) Moray: Jonas.

Dudley told me what you did for him.

You must be careful of Mr. Weston, sir.

I have known men like him.

He would destroy himself in order to destroy his enemies.

Where are you going, Jonas?

South, Mr. Dudley.

I seek a warmer climate.

What if we were to ask you to stay?

(gentle music playing) -(firecrackers crackling) -Man: Ohh!

(bright music playing) Why didn't you tell Moray?

Denise: I don't know.

Oh, you do know, Denise.

Because so many of the things you said are true, and I want to keep them.

Goodbye.

♪ ♪ (fireworks crackling, whistling) (groans) (firecrackers whistling and popping) ♪ ♪ (symphonic theme music playing) (music continues) We have, all week been taking applications for the post vacated by Miss Audrey.

Failure?

Mistakes?

Do you even believe me capable of filling Miss Audrey's shoes?

Truth is, I cannot bear to have you chosen over me, again.

If you choose to cross swords with me, I will make you remember you married a soldier, I will meet you head on!

Moray: You're both pawns in their game, that is not a safe thing to be.

Jonas: Denise.

There is someone who would like a word with you privately.

♪ ♪ Miss Lovett.