(symphonic theme music playing) (music continues) (orchestral music playing) What are you doing, Uncle?

To have your name above a shop, it's no small thing.

Have you only just noticed?

Dudley: You've forgotten, haven't ya?

Clearly I have or I would know what you're talking about.

Five years.

This week.

Five years since that sign went up, this place stopped being Emmerson's Drapery and became The Paradise.

(slow orchestral music playing) (birds chirping) Flora?

Where are you, darling?

(chuckling) Flora?

Flora?

(chuckling continues) Flora?

Shh.

♪ ♪ Flora?

-(knock on door) -Denise: John?

♪ ♪ (laughs) You caught me.

I'm sorry, sweetheart, I couldn't resist.

I've always wondered what it would feel like to sit there.

(chuckles) Perhaps I ought to be careful where I leave my trousers lying.

(pensive music playing) (door closes) (birds chirping) It's a game.

Whatever Katherine says, we don't speak to her.

Katherine: Heavens, what a trick.

I might have been searching for you the whole day.

It has quite jangled my nerves.

Tom, darling, did you hear me?

Flora, shall we go and play in the maze?

Yes, Papa.

Tom.

Flora.

I'm talking to you.

Flora, sweetheart, will you chase me or shall I chase you?

Flora: You chase after me, Papa.

Do I not exist today?

I demand that you speak to me.

Tom, you have been like this for days.

Like a ghost staring at me but, but saying nothing.

What is the matter?

(slow dramatic music playing) I feel like I'm wrapped in butter.

It's heavenly.

Is it heavenly?

I mean, do I look foolish in it?

Should I buy it?

It-it's perfect, ma'am, I think.

Perhaps... What do you think, Clara?

Clara: Ma'am, I promise you, it is a most tasteful and fashionable choice.

When do I wear it?

I know some dresses are for evening.

Ma'am, this dress can be worn at any time.

Oh, but this is such fun and you're so kind to help me.

What shoes does a lass wear with this dress?

What kind of shoes would you prefer, madam?

I'd prefer you to choose.

Everything you've chosen so far is just... perfect.

What about the gray button boots?

Would you like to try a pair?

If you can have them wrapped up, my husband will come in to pay.

Of course, Mrs. Ballentine.

Darling Ballentine.

He does love to spoil me.

It's not too much, is it?

It's not coarse and unladylike to buy so much?

Not at all, madam.

We will have it all ready for you.

I was a nurse, you know.

With hardly a pair of boots to my name.

Look at me now.

Who would have dreamed?

I never dreamed I'd have such a fine uniform to wear every day, and such fond friends to share a dorm with.

Who will deliver the parcels?

Oh, the delivery lads deliver, ma'am, on the delivery wagon.

Oh.

I was rather hoping it would be you, Susy.

Or you, Clara.

And then I could try them all on and you could tell me, and you could see our chandeliers and feel how thick the carpets are.

If you would care for a morning fitting at home, Mrs. Ballentine, I'm sure that could be arranged.

Yes, I like the sound of a fitting.

We could have tea and scones.

Or perhaps scones are only eaten in the afternoon?

Forgive me, ma'am, what I meant to say was an afternoon fitting.

Oh.

(laughs) -(laughter) -Yes.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) Uncle Edmund, this is the third time I've seen you at the inn this week.

Won't Audrey be missing you?

Oh, don't fret, our Denise.

Hell's teeth, I've sent her a note telling her I'm on my way back home.

Far be it for me to interfere in another man's marriage, but why didn't you just take her the note yourself?

Yes, then you would have been there so you wouldn't have needed to send a note to say why you're not there.

Myrtle: Have a sit down, Susy.

-Rest your mind a while.

-(Denise laughs) You must admit, Mr. Lovett, you don't have any cause to stay when-- Yes, I do.

I'm not one to meddle in the affairs of a marital nature, but what are your reasons, Edmund?

I can't sell the shop because it looks so worn down and decrepit.

Now if I paint it up, you'll see.

It'll make it a more agreeable proposition for any buyer.

Yeah, a few days sweat and toil will make all the difference.

You'll see.

-Oh, come on, Edmund.

-(women chuckle) Yeah, I-I'll prove to the lot of ya I'm only here because I intend to leave.

-(laughter) -Oh, Edmund.

(soft somber music playing) (floorboards creaking) (slow dramatic music playing) Tom.

Tom?

(birds chirping) Moray: His proposal to send Denise to Paris, I have little doubt he did it to antagonize me.

He took your father's watch from the store without so much as a by-your-leave.

It was as if he knew what you and I had spoken about, -your father's wishes... -(branch snaps, wings flutter) ...for the watch to be left to the man you... What is it?

Will you come back tomorrow?

We can speak then.

Of course.

Please, tell me.

(sighs) God, help me.

God, please help me.

(slow dramatic music playing) He is capable of such cruelty.

I never imagined.

We married in such haste.

I hardly knew him.

I live in terror of upsetting him.

I dare not speak for fear of how he will react.

There are times I think he hates me.

He wishes only to punish me.

(voice breaking) I cannot bear one more day.

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

You cannot live like this, Katherine.

What else can I do?

Promise me you will come to me when you need someone.

(slow dramatic music playing) It's her!

It's Mrs. Ballentine.

She's here with her husband.

And he's, well, he's... Well, he's not... What I'm trying to say is he's not-- Here they are, my darling, my new friends.

They've been looking after me so sweetly.

Thank you, girls, for making my wife the happiest woman in the whole city.

Mrs. Ballentine: Well, show them, Ballentine.

Show them how obliged we are.

(laughs) Oh, yes.

Perhaps you might come with me to the cashier desk, Mr. Ballentine, to settle your account.

I'll wager it's down all those stairs.

And I've just climbed up them.

Thank you, dear.

Denise: This way.

I need you to show me how to walk in my new dresses.

Mr. Ballentine: I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, "Here's a man "who's so in love with his wife that he will indulge her every whim."

Oh, how your sales will soar.

(both laugh) Mr. Moray, sir, might I introduce you to Mr. Ballentine?

Moray: Campbell Ballentine.

We met once before, sir.

I believe it was at the, the race course.

Oh, yes, of course.

I lost a fortune that day.

(all laugh) Well, I'm pleased to see you in my, uh... in The Paradise.

If you'll excuse me, sir.

This way.

Mr. Ballentine's accounts, please.

(indistinct chatter) What a splendid enterprise.

We've recently opened a food hall.

We have an oriental room which has proved very popular.

We try to stock items at a range of prices to attract all manner of customers.

Those who can't afford the finer goods can still come in to gaze at them.

We have children's wear department, bedding, menswear, and furniture.

We're always looking to expand.

I have a brewery.

I started out with one ale, and now I supply more than half the inns and hostelries of the city.

And beyond.

I may get short of breath, but I still go to work every day and I still know each employee by their first name.

I know what you're thinking.

We ought to supply those ales of yours in our food hall.

(laughs) The idea is to walk as though your feet were on wheels.

Oh.

Like this?

Eh, not up and down, no hands.

Uh, tripping, we call it.

Susy?

Wonderful.

Place your hands in front, like this.

And, Susy?

Long strides are not feminine.

Short strides.

Yes.

Short... strides.

Every step is meant to draw attention for its grace and poise.

(exhales) I'm not sure I can do grace and poise.

Well, perhaps try poise and worry about grace later.

(laughter) We must all go out together.

Be my treat.

Where shall we go?

What's the most lavish night out we could possibly have?

Uh, Mrs. Ballentine-- Please, call me Lucille.

Lucille, uh, there's no need for extravagance.

(sighs) Ballentine's so handsome, isn't he?

Your husband clearly adores you, madam.

He can be so funny sometimes.

I've never known a kinder man.

I'm going to invite you all out to the house, and it will be the jolliest party of the year.

-Please say you'll come.

-Oh, we'd love to come.

We wanna look at your chandeliers, don't we, Clara?

Or sometimes we have a picnic on Sundays.

Lucille: I am so glad I found you.

The only women I've met so far have been those well-to-do society wives who look down their noses at me.

I love picnics.

Come and sit in my garden.

We'll have champagne, and roasted meats, and oranges.

We would all love to come, Lucille.

(chuckles) (indistinct chatter) Can I offer you a glass of brandy, sir?

I must be rid of him.

Perhaps we should speak inside, sir.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

I can't bear to watch him lord it about this place for one more day.

Haste will not serve you well, Mr. Weston.

If you are determined to dispose of Mr. Moray, do not do so on his terms.

If you dismiss him now you will play into his hands.

He would come out on top.

What do you mean?

There are things I have heard, sir.

Will you trust that I know best in this?

Let me make some arrangements and a proposal will be laid before you that will finish Moray.

(dramatic music playing) Moray: I am concerned for Katherine.

Her husband's jealousy is telling on her.

I fear she might fall ill. Well, that is all to the good.

Your courting of her has worked to our favor.

What I'm trying to make clear to you is that I cannot continue with this deception.

Tom Weston is a dangerously volatile man.

The pressure is telling on him.

I have seen it.

All to the good.

Mr. Moray, sir, if I may, you have played your part.

And played it handsomely.

Now we will approach Tom Weston with our proposal.

What proposal?

(knock on door) Denise: John?

John?

Moray (softly): Jonas, take him through this way.

I don't want her to find you here.

Jonas: Sir.

Denise: Are you in there?

(knock on door) John, are you in there?

(slow orchestral music playing) Who were you talking to?

It's finally come to it.

I must have been talking to myself.

Ballentine?

He's spending all of his money on a wife who's young enough to be his daughter.

The man's mind is addled with love.

And what's wrong with that?

(sighs) Nothing.

Nothing's wrong with that.

When it comes to business matters his mind is as sharp as the best of us.

I believe if we came to him with a proposal-- He has a pretty bride whose taken a fancy to the store, darling.

Those are not grounds for us to believe the man is a suitable investor.

Are you opposed to the idea because I suggested it to you?

(sighs) I'm sorry.

I'm not at my best.

Why are you so irritable, so distracted?

Is it Katherine?

What do you mean?

I saw how she was when we went to dinner.

She hardly said a word.

She was festering with rage.

I think she's unhappy in her marriage.

She almost said as much.

You went to see her?

Yes, yes, to plead with her to rein in her husband.

His dabbling in the business of the store is making life here quite impossible.

But you did not tell me you were going to see Katherine.

(sighs) While they are our masters, we must deal with them as best we can.

Be careful, John.

Katherine has not forgotten.

She'll never forget.

(pensive music playing) (birds chirping) Fenton: You do not wish to sell.

I accept that.

We shall both of us proceed on that understanding.

But it would be duplicitous of me were I not to advise you of my intentions.

My brother and I have a store in Manchester and one in Liverpool.

We wish to expand south and, indeed, n-north.

Our intention is to be the first and, sir, the only national formation of emporiums.

And you propose to build here?

Fenton: We have a site.

Plans are being drawn.

Up until now, Mr. Weston, the battle has been between the small stores and The Paradise.

That war was easily won.

If I build there will be an almighty clash on an altogether different scale.

A price war.

Some of your best staff might well be tempted by better offers.

Customers will be at the very least divided.

Why would you wish to forewarn me?

It means that I might arm myself against your intentions.

It is a battle I will win.

But it will be a costly affair.

I would prefer you-- To accept defeat now in the comfort of my own home.

Defeat?

No.

Perhaps a more personal triumph.

You will appreciate that a businessman must be, shall we say, single-minded?

If I build, I intend to employ Moray as my store manager and I will provide him with whatever funds are needed to succeed.

If you sell The Paradise to me, I will cast Moray into the wilderness never to return.

(indistinct chatter) Once you take the name down, that really is the end, isn't it?

It is.

Yeah, well, you have to.

Take it down.

I mean, you can't paint Edmund Lovett back up there again in bright new colors 'cause what's that gonna look like?

Yeah, but if my name's not above the shop, what is it I'm supposed to be selling?

Anyone interested is gonna wanna know they're buying a going concern.

You could just write up there, "Draper's Shop."

Sam: There, you see.

Straight from the mouths of babes.

Yeah.

Well...

It's for you to have opinions, it's for me to decide.

♪ ♪ Oh, a little more, thank you.

You have such a lovely garden, Lucille.

Eat up, girls.

You're not allowed to leave until you're properly indulged.

(laughs) Myrtle: Four shop girls on a blanket and not a man in sight.

No one's going to be indulged today.

(laughs) Have some meat.

There's peasant.

I mean, pheasant.

(laughs) Where I come from, peasant is a delicacy.

We have it with an egg on top.

(laughs) I'm a peasant.

As good as.

I know you all know it.

I don't know how to dress, how to walk, how to talk.

You must be wondering how I got myself a husband like Ballentine.

Well, it's none of our business, Lucille.

I was wondering.

Lucille: He was sick.

I was nursing him and, uh, men always fall for the nurses.

There.

Now we know.

He's a lucky man to have you.

Any fried mongrel to go with that peasant?

(laughs) Did he court ya whilst he was sick in hospital?

Lucille: I let him woo me.

Why should I not?

I've had my heart broke plenty of times.

Men get well and they move away and... they forget they were in love.

I thought my time had passed.

But Ballentine didn't forget.

He wanted to marry me and...

I know what all the wives around here think of me.

You must be thinking the same.

(slow somber music playing) I'm no more than a pretty face.

The only difference between you and us, Lucille, is that you chased after a good man.

Isn't that right, girls?

You found a husband whose only desire is to make you happy.

If you think we're here to judge you for that, then you're wrong.

Oh.

-Thank you, thank you, Clara.

-Oh.

It truly is a comfort to me to have you to turn to, Moray.

I hope that you appreciate how grateful I am.

Katherine, Tom is punishing you because I'm here to remind him of how things were between us.

It is a provocation to him.

If we see one another I can't help thinking it will make this worse.

Be honest with me, be honest with yourself.

Do you suppose it will make things better if we continue like this?

I brought you back here to punish you.

It wasn't enough to ruin you.

That could never match the hurt I felt when you abandoned me.

I put you back in that place so that I could watch you with Denise and...

I didn't care how long it might take.

I wanted her to feel as I felt.

To be terrified of losing you and then to lose you.

But now... a few moments alone with you to feel your tenderness, your protection, I don't want to hurt anyone now.

I only want to know that sometimes we can be like this.

Don't take that away from me.

Tom will destroy you.

Denise will destroy you.

Have you thought of that?

(sighs) Tom told me what he sees in the store.

Denise has such ambition.

I saw her face when he suggested that she might go to Paris.

He says she will outrun you.

You asked me to be honest with you, Moray.

I implore you to meet truth with truth.

What I describe, is that what you see?

You have comforted me.

Can't I comfort you?

♪ ♪ You have such a splendid home, a good life, a lovely wife.

(Campbell chuckles) Why do I not retire?

Why should I?

Oh, I've had several opportunities to sell my brewery, but I've never been tempted.

It's what keeps me going, work.

Keeps me sharp.

Every new challenge takes ten years off my age.

(laughs) Well, maybe five.

I make beer and I feel I've done all I can selling ales to the nation.

I want one more business conquest to make me young again.

Now I hear that Moray is trying to raise funds to buy back his store without much success.

How did he come to lose it?

He fell in love.

He gave up all that he had to be true to his girl.

Aye.

I've heard the stories.

It rather endears him to me.

But then I have become something of a romantic in my old age, as you can see, Denise.

Mr. Ballentine, might you meet with Mr. Moray so that he might put before you a proposal to invest in The Paradise?

It is a sound enterprise with potential for extensive expansion.

We are not vulnerable to the whims of fashion.

In fact, we are always ahead of our customers.

As modern manufacturing creates new goods, we are the first to offer them.

More and more people are coming to the city, as I did, as your wife did, and what they want is the new, the glamorous, foreign goods.

People want betterment and The Paradise is a haven for all that they wish for.

Why would I want Moray to present to me when you do so admirably?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I got carried away.

Nay, don't apologize for what you're good at.

I wanted a son.

Someone who would take on my business and make it flourish for his own generation.

If I'd had the son I'd wished for, he'd have been just like you, Denise.

Now, you put together a formal proposition and I'll consider it.

(bright music playing) It's a fine job you're doing, Edmund, it has to be said.

Yes, so fine you know what's coming, don't you, Myrtle?

I do.

When he's finished the outside it'll cross his mind to do the inside.

Just so they're all the same, like.

And when he's done the inside.-- Sam: He'll step back and admire his handiwork and say, "Seems a shame to leave the place when I've got it looking so splendid."

Myrtle: (chuckles) Come on, Edmund, eat your cake.

-Edmund.

-Sam: Aye.

-Go on, eat your cake.

-Myrtle: Edmund.

Dudley: Moray, Denise may well have found exactly what you are looking for.

Mr. Ballentine as good as said he's willing to invest.

He'd like you to meet with him.

Katherine and Tom are not minded to sell.

It would antagonize them if they thought we were maneuvering against them.

But surely there's no harm in having the funding in place?

We must find investment that is from the best source that comes at the most favorable time.

Mr. Moray, sir, your messages.

I know, sir, Mr. Dudley will deal with them.

(sighs) I long to go back to that time of innocence between us.

The two of us just talking in the dark.

Sweetheart, it was never innocent.

You were engaged to be married and I was a shop girl working for you.

Things have always been difficult, but we persevered because we love one another.

It's the same now.

Sometimes I wish you just didn't work here.

I wish we'd met in the street.

I just want us to be able to love one another and for it all to be simple.

What is wrong with that?

There's nothing wrong with that.

I think they call it romance.

Dudley: You think we should defy Moray?

Let's not call it that.

Let's call it helping.

Without his knowledge or consent.

But helping nonetheless.

If we can secure workable funds... the Westons are crushing John, Dudley.

We have to do something.

Even if it only amounts to giving him a little bit of hope to carry on.

(sighs) I'm not sure that acting secretly is the best way, Denise.

I don't know what Myrtle puts in her pastry, She says she has a secret ingredient.

Provided it's not her toenails, I don't need to know as long as it tastes good.

Eh, Denise, what is eating up your uncle?

I couldn't even get him to eat my cake today.

I must go across and see him.

I've been so busy.

Jonas: Perhaps he's wise to what you put in your recipe, Myrtle.

(Jonas chuckles) Lucille: I see people looking at me when I'm with Ballentine.

I saw it on your face when I brought him into the store.

(sighs) What does it matter what others think of ya?

Because it's true.

It must be true.

The more kindness he shows to me, the more guilty I feel.

I made a mistake.

I have to admit it, I have to.

I will leave him.

Isn't that a cruel thing to do to a man who loves you?

It's more cruel if I stay.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) (doorknob rattling) Tom: Katherine?

(knock on door) (rattling continues) Katherine.

Dudley: Don't pretend to know or understand anything you don't.

He's a businessman of many years experience.

He will know.

Keep the figures simple.

Don't inflate or exaggerate.

If he catches you out then you've lost him.

Wouldn't it be better if you came with me?

No, it wouldn't.

But, why wouldn't it?

Because you found Ballentine.

He's your conquest.

(floorboard creaks) There's no one here.

What you just told me, Mr. Dudley, that's not the true reason, is it?

I would present Mr. Ballentine with figures, and he would see in me a man who could be trusted with his investment.

You?

You would light up the room, Denise.

I'm good at what I do.

The best at my own job.

But something like this takes an entrepreneur.

I just wanna see the look on John's face when I tell him we have a way out.

And you will, Denise.

You will.

Go on, go.

Go to bed.

And good luck.

(bright music playing) -(whip cracks) -(knocks) -Driver: Walk on.

-Edmund: Denise.

♪ ♪ (slow dramatic music playing) (indistinct chatter) (birds chirping) The projected income for the next year.

Yes, sir?

I imagined it might be more.

Is there a problem?

I have erred on the side of caution.

False expectations create disappointment and a sense of failure.

What I have predicted and what we reach for are not the same thing.

And do you have figures for what you might reach for, Denise?

(Campbell chuckles) Why did Moray not make this presentation himself?

Please don't hold this one small omission against him, sir.

Moray has built The Paradise from nothing.

He knows better than anyone how to make the store a success.

Your proposal meets with my satisfaction, Denise.

But I have other considerations to take into account.

I will not keep you waiting too long for an answer.

Thank you, sir.

He's a very fortunate fellow.

I hope he knows it.

Moray: I found her sitting in my chair as though she were trying out the throne.

(scoffs) Do you suppose I haven't done the same?

And Sam?

I once found Arthur sitting there.

We're all allowed to daydream, Moray.

There's no harm in it.

I'm sorry, I seem to be jumping at shadows, don't I?

You know why?

You're consumed with such underhand business with Jonas and Fenton that you refuse to notice that Ballentine's the perfect financier for you.

Why is that?

Because Denise... found him.

She wooed him.

She brought you a gift.

She did it for you.

Because she loves you.

You've lost sight of what really matters.

Instead you prefer to dally with Katherine Weston in the hope that you can... who knows what.

(sighs) I've been an almighty fool, Dudley.

Dudley: You have.

And what do you propose to do about it?

(gunshot) (birds chirping) I did not come to your room to frighten you, Katherine.

I came to look at you.

I've received an offer to sell The Paradise.

Why would you want to do such a thing?

I've decided it is for the best.

No, you can't.

I can.

I'm your husband.

What I decide will prevail.

But it makes no sense.

Last night, Katherine, I came to your room to tell you...

I don't want to lose you.

What if we were to stop?

Stop... punishing one another.

What if we were to say... we are married now... we can make a life?

Flora adores you.

We have a child to care for.

I promise you I will always be here.

I will not break my word.

(slow orchestral music playing) "My dear Moray.

"I must put upon your good nature "and your kindness towards me once more "and ask that you come to meet with me urgently.

(indistinct chatter) "Please forgive my haste.

"I will explain when I see you.

Katherine."

John?

Are you going out?

Darling, I, uh, I have an appointment to see Campbell Ballentine.

I took your advice and approached him.

That's wonderful.

I'm so pleased.

(dramatic music playing) Uh, it's Clara, isn't it?

It is, sir.

If you'll excuse me-- I'd like a word with you, Clara.

(inaudible chatter) (chatter continues) Did you tell him?

I wouldn't do such a thing.

You did.

I saw ya.

I saw you speaking with my husband.

He was inviting me, inviting all of the girls, to his birthday party to please you.

There, do you see now?

Do you see now why I must leave him?

What is there to see?

I don't deserve a man like him.

The more devoted he is to me, the more I wait for the day when he sees me as I truly am.

I tricked him.

I bewitched him.

What do you mean?

When I was nursing him, there was one night.

(sighs) He looked so handsome when he was sleeping and...

I couldn't seem to stop myself.

I kissed him.

I feel like I've stolen his soul in his sleep and that's why he loves me.

Why would you torment yourself with such superstition?

Do you really think he's so easily fooled?

You did not steal his love, you did not trick him.

Look, listen to me.

-Do you love him?

-Of course.

Clara: Then love him.

That's all he wants from you.

Love him and you will be rid of your torments.

If you leave him you will curse yourself for the rest of your days.

To hell with what other people think of ya.

Your husband adores you.

You've been lucky in finding such a man.

Why not just accept your luck?

(inaudible chatter) -Yes, thank you.

-(footsteps approaching) Don't look so startled, Denise.

I thought you'd be pleased to see me.

I am, Mr. Ballentine.

It's just...

I am glad to see you.

I had hoped that Moray would have the good grace to send me a note at least.

He's made no contact with you?

Perhaps that is just as well.

I am tempted by this place, Denise.

I want to invest.

But that is wonderful news.

Thank you.

But one of the things I've had to consider is this.

I could just as well buy the store, put in a manager.

Someone I could trust, someone I have faith in.

Someone with vision, ambition.

Please, sir, before any such considerations, I implore you to meet with Moray, hear him talk about this place.

I am certain you'll want to do business with him.

Very well.

I will trust your judgment in this, Denise.

Thank you, sir.

And...

Thank you.

You could take on a new calling, Edmund.

My house needs painting.

(Dudley chuckles) I know I can't stay here.

I know I'm a married man.

I have a new life.

I know it.

(sighs) (Edmund sighs deeply) I feel like my old life's been taken away from me.

I've been robbed of it.

I can't let it go.

Not yet.

Not like this.

-(groaning) -(tool clatters) -Edmund.

Edmund what's wrong?

-(groaning continues) Easy, easy.

-Edmund.

-(groaning continues) You alright?

Edmund.

Uncle!

(dramatic music playing) Edmund.

-Go.

-Denise: Uncle.

-Get help.

-Dudley: Go.

Denise: Uncle Edmund, it's Denise.

♪ ♪ Lucille: He will recover from this.

He'll need rest.

A lifetime of rest.

He's been like a father to me.

I was so caught up in my own concerns, I had no time for him.

The last time I spoke to him, I was chiding him.

Then next time you speak to him be sure to make him laugh.

Where's John?

If he knew what had happened, I am certain he would want to be with you here.

You haven't answered my question, Dudley.

Where is he?

(clock ticking) (birds chirping) Thank you for coming.

-Katherine-- -Will you allow me to speak while it is all clear to me and I have the resolve?

I'm a mother now.

I have the responsibility of a child.

I can't bear to think that my actions might cause fear for that dear girl.

Do you see?

I must forbid myself from seeing you alone.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

This must be the last time.

Then I would not want to burden you with any more anxiety, Katherine.

-I will go.

-Perhaps... a few moments more.

(somber music playing) When I am alone my thoughts are governed by reason... but when I am with you it is different.

I am overcome with the wish just to look at you, to touch your hand.

(Moray sighs deeply) I said I wanted you to come to me in your distress.

My concern for you, Katherine, has been entirely genuine.

I want you to know that.

-But I came here today-- -No.

I love Denise.

I cannot in any way-- You were always true to her.

With all my heart, yes.

♪ ♪ I will stand on my own.

(slow dramatic music playing) Denise.

(sighs) I'm sorry I wasn't here with you.

You were with Katherine, weren't you?

Look at me and tell me where you've been.

I've...

I've been with Katherine.

I've not betrayed you.

I wish to be alone with my uncle.

Please let me sit in peace with my uncle.

(sobbing) (crowd cheering) (upbeat music playing) Five years.

It's wonderful.

All is well?

All is well.

(cheering continues) (somber music playing) I think it's about time I retired, isn't it?

I am not going to chide you, if that's what you want.

What I want is a cup of tea.

You always said I make the worst cup of tea in the world.

Then I want a cup of the worst tea in the world.

(sighs) Why is it that pain has to teach us what is right under our noses?

Twenty-three years I've loved Audrey, never believing it would be.

Now she's waiting for me and I fight it to hold on to a bit of pride.

(sighs) Well...

I'm done fighting now, Denise.

♪ ♪ Denise, I don't want you to...

I know this must be... You must not think of leaving.

I'm not going to leave.

I belong here.

(symphonic theme music playing) (music continues) I'd like to introduce you all to someone very special, one of the most celebrated photographers in all of the land.

You look like hell.

One feels that's exactly where I'm headed.

Our kiss was nothing more than an epilogue to an arduous tale.

I've seen things.

You've imagined things.

Susy: It is.

(both screaming) It's here!

It's here!

(screams)