(stately orchestral theme playing) (stately orchestral theme continues) (people chattering) (sighs) Moray: Your Lordship?

The expansion, how is it proceeding?

The barber is proving a little difficult, sir, but we need his premises to extend along the street.

We have made him a generous offer.

Well, clearly not generous enough.

You have the funds, Moray.

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

The little shops will appear to be ruling the roost.

The whole city knows I'm backing you.

I'll be taken for a fool.

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

Because it must.

Take up the loan soon, Moray, or the funds will be withdrawn.

Your Lordship.

May I say, I did exactly as you bid me with Katherine.

I have made no approach.

I've not attempted to interfere with her and Peter Adler.

Good.

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

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't know that.

It appears you can win her even by leaving her alone, perhaps even more when you stay away from her.

She will contact you, I daresay.

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

(gentle music) (lively music) (lively music continues) Now there's something mighty puzzling to set your eyes on.

Why would she be shopping at them shops?

And she knows Mr. Moray wouldn't be happy about that.

-Would he?

-(bell tinkles) The funds from Glendenning are in place.

We must conclude the purchase quickly.

The barber is one of the few shops on the street still prospering, so it will require a generous offer to press him into a speedy agreement.

Have the papers ready.

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

Put them by the door, girls.

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

It is the little inspirations which keep us ticking over till we find the next big idea to make us flourish.

(doorbell tinkles) Madam.

Miss Glendenning.

Do come in.

Well... What a charming little store you have, Mr. Lovett.

Thank you, ma'am, yes.

I'm assured I can expect the finest stitching.

You wish me to... You would like me to-- My own dressmaker is indisposed.

I have taken a fancy to something particularly elegant.

Simple.

Oh, look at that velvet.

Heavens.

And such organdy and taffeta.

I can see I will require more than one garment.

Miss Glendenning, ma'am, may I ask...

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

I'm sure you could call on any store hereabouts.

I consider it my public duty to favor enterprises like yours, the old craft shops that have served our community since I was a girl.

We do not want to lose you, do we?

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

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

May I suggest we begin with the organdy?

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

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

Nothing less than a true marvel.

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

Dudley: What are your plans, Bradley?

I'm gonna take me apron off.

I've been listening to the same old stories from the same old faces day after day.

I want more.

Then I suggest we conclude our business swiftly.

That we will.

I was, um, thinking, sir, perhaps... you know, rather than you just buying me shop... there might be another way.

Another way?

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

(chuckles) That is not possible.

The Paradise is mine, alone.

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

I just wanna wear a suit every day.

I see you fellas.

Y-you get respect from people, huh?

Bradley Burroughs, junior partner, huh?

I might be admired as a man of the world.

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

I stand in me shop every day, watching them coming and going, walking right past me heading into The Paradise.

This is me chance, you see.

Those are my terms.

(clears throat) I think what you need, Mr. Burroughs, is some time to reconsider your position.

I bid you good day.

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

I must have the barbershop.

It's the only way for us to begin our development along the street.

Jonas: Sir, if I may, Burroughs holds all the cards.

He could easily sit in his shop for years.

Perhaps you should give him what he wants, for now.

Once he is made partner, once he has signed papers, do we really wanna say that Paradise has a dolt like him in a position of authority?

Let us just hear Jonas out, Dudley.

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

He sees The Paradise as a playground.

He has little business aspirations.

If you could bear it, sir, we'll keep him on the shop floor and help him see how he's not made for The Paradise.

I have no other course.

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

So I will agree to Burroughs' terms, but I need something that protects The Paradise.

Jonas: Sir, we could quite simply insert a clause into his contract to say that as soon as Burroughs steps over the line, we'll pay him what you promised and remove him.

Dudley, I needed you to keep check on Burroughs.

And keep him away from me.

(door opens) (door closes) (lively music) (chuckles) I always said, didn't I say, if we hold on, the best of times will be with us.

An order like this, bespoke work, and not cheap, Denise, will keep me going.

It's wonderful, Uncle, a true sign of faith.

Quality, see?

People will always come back to quality.

Miss Glendenning told me if she's happy with her dress, she has a mind to order more.

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

Yes.

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

Your own uncle unable to give you work.

I've let it torment me.

But this order, it's not just the money, Denise.

Do you see?

This is a sign of things to come.

Yes.

The best of times.

The best of times.

Moray: Denise!

Oh, Mr. Moray, sir.

I was visiting my uncle.

Oh, I hope Edmund is well.

He is, sir.

His spirits are greatly improved because he has work, orders from... What is it you're trying to tell me, Denise?

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

No one knew if you were aware of it.

She's ordered a dress from my uncle.

Who has?

Miss Glendenning, sir.

Arthur: She was going down the street, shop to shop.

She had her well-to-do friends with her, dripping with furs, dripping.

Why would Miss Glendenning do that?

Mr. Moray, won't be, will he, pleased?

Sam: Doesn't sound too smart, does it?

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

Miss Audrey, I had a notion for our department.

I was looking into the barbershop window... Gentlemen?

The idea is, ma'am, on the quietest afternoon of the week-- Gentlemen in Ladieswear?

Have you lost your senses, girl?

There would be no ladies present, Miss Audrey.

We would open the department only to gentlemen so they might be assisted in finding gifts for their wives.

I cannot imagine anything more vulgar.

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

It is intended to draw in refined ladies.

We have not sold any yet.

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

Miss Audrey: Indeed, sir.

I do have a notion.

The Gentlemen's Afternoon.

Thursdays from one o'clock, I thought we might banish the ladies to let their husbands come into the department to browse for gifts for them.

Moray: Yes.

Yes, that might be something different.

It's certainly worth a try.

Thank you, Mr. Moray, sir.

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

Moray: Let's try it out tomorrow.

I will invite some men from the club.

We must give the gentleman a warm welcome, girls.

Oh, we will, sir.

Moray: Put them at their ease.

Recommend expensive trinkets to them.

Mr. Moray, sir.

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

And why is that, Clara?

Gentlemen need pleasures too, sir.

They so often deny themselves comforts.

Why do you suppose that is?

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

He'll hardly look at me now since she turned up.

He wasn't looking at you anymore anyway.

It was one night, Clara.

It's gone.

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

No.

He was like a broken boy child in my arms.

That means something.

It has to.

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

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

It scares me.

It is forbidden.

Did you see her, Miss Audrey?

I can't believe it.

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

It is... dishonest.

But it is... dishonest.

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

Peeb.

It's Peebles, Peeb.

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

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

Oh, steal him from Ms. Glendenning?

Steal him from me.

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

There will be something in there.

I know it, I can feel it.

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

Clara, why must you be like this?

Denise is Denise, that's all.

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

No.

There'll be something in that book, and you'll all see.

(frantic music) Dudley: Because Mr. Moray is purchasing the barbershop, Bradley Burroughs will be working with us in the store.

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

Yes, Mr. Dudley, sir.

So we are to like him?

It's all to enable Mr. Moray to expand The Paradise in a peaceable way.

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

Sir, might I say something?

He is a barber.

A barber in a suit is still a barber.

Pauline: But we are to tread, Sam, carefully.

Bradley.

Welcome.

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

Ah, office.

We will get to that.

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

This is where the real work is done, where the excitement and delight is to be found.

Ah, right, yeah, no, no.

I see that now.

So, um, when do I get to see Mr. Moray, as we are partners?

Soon.

Soon enough.

Soon.

Isn't this grand?

I've arranged for Sam here to take you through the rudiments?

There is nothing about the subtle art of sales that Sam doesn't know about.

(women giggle) All displays must be moderated.

There, there.

I'd like to clear up any misunderstandings there might be about the Gentlemen's Afternoon, Denise.

What misunderstandings might there be, Miss Audrey?

What you must appreciate, Denise, is that what truly matters is that Ladieswear shines in Mr. Moray's eyes.

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

Do not be impudent, girl.

It was as you presented it.

In my presentment, all will be decorum.

There, the matter is settled.

I'm sure you will agree.

Yes, Miss Audrey.

(men chattering) Girls, remember, decorum.

Come this way, gentlemen.

We'll show you our corsets.

Girls.

-Have you been to The Paradise before?

-Miss Audrey: Girls.

Girls.

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

How is my appearance?

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

When I say my appearance, what I mean is your appearance.

Oh, right.

Huh, grand.

It's, uh, it's Pauline, isn't it, huh?

I've seen you passing me shop.

-I've seen you watching.

-Yeah, I'm here now.

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

Oh, you probably don't know what a notion is.

It's everything.

Things that get attached to clothes, snaps and collar stays, and buttons, of course, and needles and notions and pins and seam rippers, there.

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

It suits you.

Haberdashery.

Oh, a girl might swoon with such compliments.

Uh, there's a dog fight tonight.

I thought we might go together.

Oh, thank you so much.

Let me consider your captivating proposal.

There, I've considered it.

No, thank you.

Have you considered something like this?

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

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

(women gasp) Miss Audrey, what is this?

We have heard those who say The Paradise is no more than a palace of sin!

Mrs. Ballentine: But we expected better of you!

Oh, ladies, let me-- It is no wonder that you wish to keep us excluded.

But they have purchased many gifts... for you.

If this is the sordid manner in which you conduct your business, we must consider whether we wish to frequent your establishment.

What is Mr. Moray going to suppose when he sees what a calamity Gentlemen's Afternoon turned out to be?

I can't believe how much progress you've made, Uncle.

Oh, yes.

There were times in the old days when we had to produce a dress overnight.

The trick is to be fast and splendid.

It's more than splendid.

It's beautiful.

(chuckles) A dressmaker, Denise, a real dressmaker, an artist, he needs to know flawless stitching and how to cut finely, has to have a delicate eye.

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

A woman will love her dress because it was made to fit her character, not just her body.

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

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

Their dress must have a secret hidden beauty.

So we need to study them all.

And what about Katherine Glendenning?

What does she want?

She needs to be adored.

Oh, tomorrow evening, I've arranged for Ms. Glendenning to come for a fitting.

I'm on my own now.

I need a woman to do the fitting.

You will help me, will you?

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

Denise, we are family.

You don't wish to see me lose this opportunity to survive.

Girls are dismissed if they're caught.

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

Everyone's talking, sir, about Gentlemen's Afternoon, how so many wives are complaining.

The whole city's laughing at us, so I hear.

Dudley: It was rather unfortunate.

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

Sir, it was Denise.

That girl, sir, she's been here five minutes, and she behaves like she owns the place.

She plays the coy country girl, but we all know she has her eyes set on Mr. Moray.

It's not gossip, sir.

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

Ask him, sir.

He puts everything in that book of his.

I do believe he does.

Now, Clara, back to work.

Yes, sir.

Sir, erm, did Mr. Jonas appear before Mr. Moray's wife died or after?

Before, just not long before.

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

You are dallying, Clara.

You know what Miss Audrey will say.

A sin, sir.

Hands as lovely as these, ah, they should not be hidden inside of gloves, huh?

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

Excuse me, ma'am.

Mr. Burroughs, may I speak with you?

What are you doing at the glove counter?

I know all there is to know about men's grooming-- If you imagine you can touch a customer in this way, I will take you off the shop floor.

-I'm a partner here.

-No!

You are a novice.

We work hard to maintain the best of standards, and I will not let you put that at risk by manhandling-- I'm a partner in this business!

I have a contract that says so!

Hey, what are you a partner in, huh?

Nothing.

You, fetch a cup of tea!

Yes, sir.

Pauline.

(clears throat) I realize dog fights might not be a girl's idea of romance, but, uh, I thought you might be grateful, a young man asking you to walk out.

Why should I be grateful?

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

Oh, is that so?

Well, let me tell you what you are.

A suit don't make a man, especially one that don't fit.

Go to your dog fight.

Try some of your romancing on one of the dogs.

We must learn from our mistakes, and Gentlemen's Afternoon... was a mistake.

Mr. Moray, sir, I always said there was a danger that this event lacked decorum.

Let me apologize most humbly and gravely.

It should never have happened.

When I come to think about it, I do believe one of the girls might have ventured this proposal to me.

I will look into who is to blame.

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

It is the ladies' desires we must appeal to.

Oh, you-you echo my thoughts exactly, sir.

I said as much to the girls this morning.

We must stir the passions of the ladies.

That is our one devotion.

Didn't I say just that, girls?

We must do more than that.

We must put right what we have done wrong.

Our task is to make a gesture to the ladies, to show them that it is their dreams which The Paradise caters for.

Let us conjure something tantalizing for them.

Splendid.

You have inspired as Mr. Moray, sir.

We are inspired.

So, what should we do for them?

Anyone?

Rest assured, Mr. Moray, we will provide you with something irresistible.

Very good.

Thank you, girls.

Denise.

What about you?

Do you have any ideas?

No, sir.

You're gonna tell me what's troubling you, Moray?

I almost let Clara back into my rooms.

Back into your rooms, is that what you call it?

I don't know what came over me.

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

(sighs) It is weakness.

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

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

It's too late for that.

Katherine: Your work is exceptional, Mr. Lovett.

Thank you, ma'am.

And your custom is valued indeed.

This material is so light.

It doesn't feel like a dress at all.

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

I took the liberty, ma'am.

The material is somewhat darker than the shade you chose, but I felt it befits your complexion.

It does.

What do you think, Denise?

I think you look adorable, ma'am.

I expect you consider it rather odd that I should come to your uncle for a dress.

Denise: He's a fine dressmaker, ma'am.

You know what I mean.

The Paradise right across the street.

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

And have the staff at The Paradise been talking?

It must have caused something of a stir.

Your work is so exquisite, Mr. Lovett.

A dress as fine as this, it's a wonder you don't display it in your window for all the world to see.

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

Denise, it is forbidden for employees of The Paradise to seek sewing outside of the store.

Sir, I was helping my uncle because... Jonas: On this occasion, I will not see you dismissed.

Thank you, Mr. Jonas, sir.

Mr. Moray expects loyalty.

Do you understand why that loyalty has to be total from all of us?

If loyalty is not absolute, then it is nothing.

(bell tolling) Bradley.

Mr. Burroughs, sir.

After the embarrassing incident at the glove counter, it seems clear to us that things might not work out for you here.

Might I suggest you permit Mr. Moray to buy you out and for you to find some other destiny?

I know what you and Dudley think of me.

I know what it is you whisper behind your hands.

"Well, now we have him.

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

Is it time to throw your clause at me, the one in the contract that says, "Any partner who brings The Paradise into disrepute forfeits all rights and all status as an associate."

Your contract doesn't scare me.

I know what a partner is and I know what a partner does, and I wanna be treated as such.

That is for Mr. Moray to decide.

You tell him this.

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

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

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

That Sunday when Moray brought his wife here, when there was no one else around, I was right next door when she had a little... accident.

Now you tell him that and we'll see if he's still so keen to throw us out.

Might I suggest you tread extremely carefully when making accusations against Mr. Moray?

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

Moray and I will be the best of friends.

Like I said, we should celebrate.

Moray: I heard that Burroughs was indiscreet with a customer.

How long before we can remove him?

Sir, if I may.

Burroughs is a nuisance, but let's not react too swiftly.

Do I have your permission to deal with him?

Yes.

Yes, deal with him.

Katherine: Darling, you're here at last.

I have missed you, Moray.

Katherine, I must speak with you.

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

Come and say hello.

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

Oh, darling, you take everything so personally.

You haven't even got a refreshment.

I am a disgrace.

You think you can waltz up and down the street.

Half the city is talking about it.

Juliet.

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

I want you to leave.

You will leave now.

If you will not behave like a gentleman, then-- It is cruel what you're doing.

You toy with those shopkeepers as you toy with everyone.

You use them to tease me.

You let them believe they might survive when you know it is hopeless.

You are a spoiled child.

-You always will be.

-(slap smacks) (dramatic music) (dramatic music) I lost two customers 'cause he said the stupidest things.

His breath could clear the store.

He's too busy peering at the girls.

The matter is in hand.

Burroughs will not be with us for much longer.

He says he is a partner, sir.

That can't be right, so it must be wrong.

Such things are not your concern, Pauline.

There have been some dealings made necessary by Mr. Moray to expand the store.

Oh, will there be new departments, sir?

I do hope so.

Will I get a new counter, sir?

(door opens and closes) Did you tell Burroughs?

It is not possible to remove him at this time.

Then we must make it possible.

I spoke to Mr. Moray.

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

What is going on?

Why has that man suddenly become untouchable?

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

Now, if you'll excuse me.

(chair scrapes) I wish to pay you the full amount, Mr. Lovett.

I have changed my mind.

I no longer like the shade, the cut.

I won't be needing the dress.

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

I'm sorry if I have caused you...

I do not wish to waste your time.

There, the full amount.

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

Katherine: You're paid in full.

What more can you want?

Do you truly have no idea what this means?

Can you not even begin to see?

A man's pride, my whole life, it means nothing to you.

This is not about work.

It's not money.

It is love.

It's what I am.

I will take your money, Miss Glendenning but I will finish your order because I said I would.

And then I can look myself in the mirror and know I am a man of my word.

Very well.

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

Yes, sir.

It was, sir.

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

I do now, sir.

And you have an idea how I might... remedy my reputation with the ladies?

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

Yes, sir.

Then you must tell me.

The lingerie you brought from Paris... the garments are so beautiful, so... seductive, but the ladies find it discomfiting to be seen considering them.

If we were to make it fun, entertaining.

Sir, what I thought was... (playful music) ...Ladies After Dark.

Ladies After Dark.

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

Exclusive!

The ladies would have the store to themselves.

We can decorate Ladieswear for them.

Yes, candles, low lamps-- So they can try on the lingerie.

Or have it modeled for them.

We might make quite an event of it.

Because what women want is to be desired.

Denise: To be adored.

Ladies After Dark.

Denise... you're my little champion.

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

Ladies After Dark will be different.

There'll be no posters.

There'll be no announcements.

We must conjure up the idea that most of us are missing out on something so seductive that it can only be done in secret.

Miss Audrey, I'd like you to draw up a list of ladies we might present with exclusive invitations.

Sir, I shall personally see to it that the personal invitations are indeed personal.

We must create a sense of mystique and curiosity.

The whole occasion must be shrouded in tantalizing secrecy.

If this event is a success, as it most surely will be, then it will become a regular feature.

Bradley: Pauline.

If a man like Mr. Moray or Mr. Dudley were to court you, you would not wish to offend them or spurn them.

They are gentlemen.

You are a barber.

No, no.

I'm not a barber, not anymore.

Take a look at this, I'm wearing a suit.

Hey, look!

Will you spurn me still, will you?

-Will you?

-Let go of me!

I'm not a barber!

Get off her!

Leave her alone!

(Arthur grunts) (intense music playing) It don't hurt that much, sir, only most of the time.

Moray, you asked me to manage Burroughs.

You suggested it was vital I keep him in check.

But in no time, I was left powerless.

You gave all authority to Jonas.

When will you put a stop to it?

Jonas, I want Burroughs dismissed immediately.

Arthur, you can go now.

(door closes) Mr. Moray, sir, if I may.

I have the distinct impression that Mr. Burroughs would not take well to being removed from The Paradise so quickly.

What does it matter what he feels?

He is a danger to our business.

We have good cause.

What you say is true enough, gentlemen, but if I may, let us suppose we dispose of Burroughs, he would most certainly take his tale of ill treatment up and down the street.

Next time you wish to purchase a property, Mr. Moray, sir, you would undoubtedly face suspicion and resistance.

What do you suggest, Jonas?

If you could permit me a few days with Burroughs to work on him, perhaps he might get to a place where he concludes, of his own accord, that it's time for him to depart.

(clock ticking) (soft music) (bells tinkling) Moray: Denise?

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, sir.

I know I shouldn't be in the store at this time.

-I'll go now.

-Wait!

All the other girls have gone out for the evening.

You're here... at work.

It isn't work, sir.

(both chuckle) You are a curiosity, Denise.

What brought you here?

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

I always wanted... more.

Hmm.

It is a wonderful feeling... more.

I know it well.

I feel as though I belong in The Paradise.

I feel as though I'm part of something, something so thrilling.

It's as though I can see the world changing before my eyes, and I can touch it.

I can... make it happen.

I shall have to keep my eye on you, Denise, or you'll be the one who steals my throne from me.

(Denise chuckles) Come on.

You must put Ladieswear back in proper order, or you'll be in terrible trouble with Miss Audrey in the morning.

Arthur: Mr. Jonas, sir.

(suspenseful music) -Here you go, sir.

-Jonas: Thank you, Arthur.

Clara.

Sir.

I saw you'd left your book here.

I was about to fetch it to you.

Thank you.

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

They talk of her like she was a saint.

You know it is forbidden to speak of her.

Allow me one question only, sir, please.

Was Helene as tenderhearted as they say?

Peerless.

Miss Audrey: Inspiration came to me deep in the night, madam, as it so often does.

I suddenly thought to myself, wouldn't it be wonderful if the ladies might consider lingerie in a, shall we say, mischievous atmosphere?

Only those who have invitations know that they have invitations.

So we must ask you to keep word of the gathering shrouded in the deepest mystery.

Mr. Burroughs.

Has Mr. Moray spoken to you?

Moray?

Uh... no.

No, what about?

He felt it more fitting to invite you himself, but he must be engaged in urgent business.

-Invite me?

-A party.

It is an occasion of a rather private nature so best keep knowledge of this to yourself.

Like, uh... Ladies After Dark?

Like Ladies After Dark.

Mr. Moray and some of his friends, once a month or so, they... it is a private club where there is entertainment.

Girls?

We can travel in the same carriage.

Mr. Burroughs, sir, it is vital that you tell no one where we are going tonight.

Mr. Moray's reputation depends upon it.

Meet me in the alleyway at 8:00.

8:00.

(poignant music) (poignant music continues) (inhales deeply) (exhales sharply) Splendid.

Well done, girls.

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

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

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

Ah.

Then I best be on my way.

Good luck, ladies.

(lively upbeat music) (women chattering) (women gasp) If you should see anything that appeals, ladies, simply speak privately with myself or one of the girls.

Confidentiality is totally assured.

(giggles) (women gasp and squeal) (women murmuring) Don't you wish Mr. Moray could be here to see your success?

You see it, Clara.

Perhaps that's enough for me this time.

(hooves clopping) (ominous music) I'm not sure my husband deserves such glamour, but I do rather like the thought of wearing it.

At least your husband will notice.

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

(women giggling) (soft music) Denise?

(Moray sighs) (chuckles) (door slams) Sam: Two days, sir.

He can't simply vanish.

We can't just leave the counter unattended.

I'll put Williams on men's grooming.

Mr. Burroughs didn't say nothing to no one, sir, about going nowhere.

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

Has Mr. Moray fired him, sir?

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

Threats?

Jonas: Explicit threats, sir?

What sort of threats?

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

Mr. Burroughs insisted on staying here or he would cause great harm to you personally.

Well, spit it out, Jonas.

What trouble?

He alluded to living next door, sir.

He also alluded... to your wife's death.

Burroughs told me he heard screams.

He ran into The Paradise.

He saw you, sir... in particular distress, looking down at where your wife lay.

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

Since I'm responsible for us letting Burroughs into the store, I thought it might be better if I rectify the problem.

Where is he?

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

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

What have you done, Jonas?

Only my duty, sir.

My loyalty to you is assured.

You may go now, Jonas.

(somber music) (door opens) (door closes) (door opens) Thank you, darling, for coming so quickly.

From your note, I thought perhaps you were ill.

Sorry, Moray.

I want to stop this, stop hurting people, stop hurting you.

I just want to devote myself to loving you.

Will you let me do that?

(stately orchestral theme playing) (stately orchestral theme continues) (dramatic music) You imagine you can do to the rest of us what you've done to Burroughs?

I saw him getting into your carriage, sir, on the night he vanished away.

Young Arthur, he's afraid of Jonas.

The boy does not appreciate the meaning of what he saw.

(Jonas grunts) Heavens, Mr. Jonas.