(stately orchestral theme playing) (stately orchestral theme continues) (dramatic music) (bubbling) (dramatic music continues) (people chattering) (people chattering) I've arranged for the bells to be rung at three o'clock on the great day.

Yes, yes, you told me that already, Dudley.

You are taking your best man's duties rather earnestly.

As you did last time.

I've been informed that since there are to be four bridesmaids, you'll need another groomsman.

We'll ask Arthur.

Arthur?

We can't have Arthur.

Arthur is...

He was born in the loading bays.

I envy him.

He was born here, in The Paradise.

He's more part of this place than I am.

I love the lad as much as anyone, but you are to marry a Glendenning.

Arthur is an errand boy.

All the more reason why he should be here.

I never want to forget what I am.

I'll have him fitted for a suit.

Dudley.

You were the same last time.

If you were as hesitant about business as you are with love, there would be no Paradise.

It is going to be a great day, my friend, and I am decided that you are going to enjoy it.

-Denise: That's it.

-Dudley: Did I say I'd arranged for the bells to be rung at three o'clock?

Hm.

(bright music) You know, she'd come back to us if we asked her.

She will not cross the street again.

Dudley: Well, what if she were to approach us?

Moray: She will not abandon her uncle after all that has happened now.

(gentle music) We all know you want to come back, so why do you pretend you don't?

I never said I don't want to come back.

Your bed's still free.

And I still snore.

Sam: Mr. Moray would like nothing better than a defeated rival to come knocking at this door, looking for a job.

It makes him look all-conquering.

Pauline: I think I'll win this time.

And if I win, it's because you are my lucky charm, Sam.

You lost the last 10 hands already.

What was I then?

But you dealt me these cards, so that is where my good fortune will come from.

Mr. Moray likes you.

Your work.

He's always favored you, so... Sam: Ask him.

While he's in good spirits, wedding cheer all over the place.

I don't think I could do that to my uncle after all we've been through.

So, there's an end to it.

Mm!

I won.

(playful music) You see, Sam, we make a pair.

Dudley: The whole street?

Moray: Every shop.

Dudley: How is that possible?

Lord Glendenning became aware of efforts to purchase the Tollgate Street freehold.

He alerted me and agreed to provide me with the funds to acquire it.

Funds?

A loan.

Quite a loan.

It places us in an insurmountable position, Dudley.

We can move with absolute confidence now.

Look, the street will be ours.

The Paradise will be mine, outright, the land as well as the building.

We can plan ahead for years, expand as we sense there is enough custom to warrant it.

If the man you owe money to is your father-in-law...

I suppose the situation is hardly precarious.

(Moray chuckles) Look out of the window.

It is ours to make happen what we imagined as boys.

(doorbell tinkles) (bright music) Will you do something for me?

Mm-hmm.

What I'm about to say, please just accept it without argument.

You must go back to The Paradise.

It's where you belong.

You're young, it's good work.

They'll take you back, -they're not fools.

-Uncle-- You're not allowed to challenge me on this.

Give me that, please.

You tried to help me.

You tried.

My trouble is I spend so much time thinking about myself, my own woes.

I looked at you stood on that street, selling neckties without complaint when I know you're the best at your job in that place.

My dear uncle.

(tender music) I can see you love it there, and that is all that matters.

(tender music continues) (people chattering) I was wondering when you might turn up at my door.

My uncle said that he would not object.

He would be obliging if I were to return to The Paradise.

Did he now?

That is gracious of him.

But your uncle is not what is troubling you, is it, Denise?

No, ma'am.

We must not be shy in declaring the obvious.

Mr. Moray is to be married.

There is a reason for that.

It is rightful.

Your part in putting to rest any past indiscretions is simple.

You will make clear to Mr. Moray that you know your place.

You wish to be no more than an employee.

Yes, I see.

If you fear that you will not be able to survive here, then do not come back.

I believe you can.

To the young, romantic feelings seem to be what the world is built on.

But they pass.

Trust that your longing will leave you, and that will give you the strength.

Arthur: And I'm to escort the guest to their seats.

Clara: Oh, if your suit's fine enough, Arthur, you might find a rich girl of your own.

Now, watch out for tough girls, Arthur.

They can be trouble.

We're all trouble, Arthur.

That's what makes it such fun.

Haven't been to a wedding before.

Sam prefers girls like himself.

Proper working class and no fancy nonsense.

Sam is considering being a monk or propping up the bar in the pub for the rest of his life.

Take my advice, Arthur.

Rich or poor, they'll break your heart, but they'll torment you first.

Oh, don't you listen to him, Arthur.

Boys will kiss you first, then betray you, then break your heart, then run away.

Aye, but they're the canny ones.

The rest of us are just mugs.

Some days I feel there's not a boy in the world who understands girls.

Never seen a bride before.

Hey, the more talk I hear of weddings, the more me thirst's growing.

Come on.

(playful music) -Dudley: Veils?

-Wedding veils.

Festooned across the whole of Ladieswear.

Draped, hung, brandished enticingly in all quarters.

But won't it look rather... curious?

Oh, mysterious, sir.

The veil is the shroud itself, beyond which lies Adam and Eve.

(Jonas clears throat) As a boy, I was told that the veil was to protect the bride.

Evil spirits are attracted to them.

So with her face covered, it would confuse them.

My own understanding is much less diabolical than that.

The veil is to symbolize all that is purity, chastity, and modesty.

(knocking at door) Denise!

How pleasant it is to see you.

And you, Mr. Dudley, sir.

-Miss Audrey.

-Mr. Jonas.

Dudley: I take it you haven't come to admire our displays.

I was hoping to ask...

I realize you will have to speak to Mr. Moray and I realized-- We will restore you to Ladieswear, Denise.

Moray and I spoke about such a possibility recently, and he will welcome you back.

Thank you, sir.

But before we can even consider the matter, we must seek Miss Audrey's approval.

A little humbling is no bad thing for a girl with aspirations.

I take it you feel humble, Denise?

I come here knowing my place, ma'am, and I'm grateful for your consideration.

So be it.

You can start today.

We are busy with wedding fever.

Moray.

I wanted to tell you meself.

Denise has returned to the fold.

You don't object, do you?

We discussed it.

Miss Audrey's given her approval.

Yes, yes, of course, um... that is good news.

Perhaps she might start next week.

Well, I asked her to start today.

I, I saw no reason to delay.

Yes, yes, you are right.

-(bright music) -(staff chattering) I wish I could invite every one of you to the wedding.

But that is not possible.

I'm sure you appreciate the store must remain open, and so I need you here to take care of things for me in my absence.

You will be represented at the service by Dudley, Miss Audrey, and Arthur, who I'm sure has told every one of you.

A dress suit and a favor.

(staff laughs) But let no man call me cold-hearted.

(gentle music) You'll have your own celebration.

On Saturday, when... On Saturday, when the store closes, there will be drinks and food for all.

(staff chattering) I hope you will toast to my future.

(dramatic music) (staff applauding) (dramatic music continues) Katherine: Is there to be a lot of travel?

A ship, perhaps?

I need to know how I should pack.

Your maid has her instructions.

The house feels different already, knowing that soon you will live here with us.

(Moray chuckles) (gentle music) I look out on the street, and there are tall boys and handsome boys and jolly boys.

There's hundreds of them.

So why is it so hard to find one?

You'll find the right boy for you, Pauline.

Depends what you want the boy for.

If you want him to marry you, you have to set out to catch him.

And that takes cunning.

I used to think I wanted some fine gentleman to come into the store and carry me away.

But now if Arthur came knocking at the door, I'd say yes in half a wink.

-(Denise giggles) -(knocking at door) -girls: Come in.

-(door opens) (girls laughing) Have a note for Denise.

-Mm, Denise, a note for you.

-Hmm!

Clara: Who are you getting notes from?

Sent to your room?

It's from my uncle.

I have to go across the street to see him.

Your uncle never sent you notes before.

Is it from Mr. Lovett, Arthur?

-I'm just a delivery boy.

-You can go now, Arthur.

(gentle music) (door closes) Think it's a boy?

Not a boy, no.

(dramatic music) Thank you for coming.

I...

I thought it best that we spoke somewhere... away from the store.

Sir, if you did not want me to return to The Paradise...

I cannot marry Katherine.

I have said it to myself a hundred times.

When I saw your face today... when I spoke, I... You know why.

You see it every time I look at you.

Isn't that so?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

I've tried to deny it, but I...

I just can't make myself stop.

To hear you say those words, I can barely believe it... (soft romantic music) I have decided that I...

I must face everyone and tell them the truth.

It is a terrible mess, but... it will be worse if I go on.

These moments that we have together... it's so easy between us.

If we let this moment pass, we will live with such regret.

I cannot endure that.

I have been told that the feelings fade with time.

But...

I did not want to believe.

I did not want to accept it.

(soft romantic music continues) I will tell Katherine.

There will be hell to pay and scandal, no doubt, but it will pass.

When all this settles down, Katherine will see that this is for the best.

(soft romantic music continues) Katherine: Every friend I have spoken to tells me the days before the wedding are fraught with all manner of crisis.

Our preparations are passing so smoothly.

I do believe the occasion must be blessed.

Money helps.

And a title.

Papa, affected cynicism does not become you.

I wish you wouldn't conceal what a romantic you truly are.

I'm a banker.

A romantic banker.

An impossibility.

(Katherine chuckles) (suspenseful music) (men grunting) Pauline: What I heard was the body was half eaten by the fishes.

There's no flesh on the man.

Denise: How awful, to lie in the water.

Pauline: Oh, it happens all the time.

Once or twice a year, drunks falling in.

The thing to do is to stay away from bridges when you've had too much beer.

And perhaps the thing to do is not get so very drunk.

You look different, Denise.

No, I'm the same.

Your face has changed.

-Why are you different?

-Sam: It's Burroughs.

The man found in the river.

Burroughs?

Bradley Burroughs.

(tense music) Jonas: Arthur.

We're very proud of you, son.

You'll be there to carry all our best wishes to Mr. Moray and his bride.

Quite a responsibility.

Mr. Moray has chosen well.

Thank you, sir.

It's a terrible shock to hear about Burroughs.

Yes.

It is, sir.

He was a drinker.

He must have fallen into the river.

What you saw, Arthur, Burroughs getting into my carriage, you and me know that it means nothing.

(gentle music) What is it, sir?

We must keep what we know to ourselves.

There are people all too ready, all too keen to misunderstand.

They would use this to bring Mr. Moray down.

Then what would happen to you, Arthur, eh?

(chuckles) What would become of Arthur?

(horse nickers) Sorry.

(footsteps thumping) -Your Lordship.

-Lord Glendenning: Moray.

Ah, you've missed her.

She's too excited to settle.

Taken herself off on a shopping expedition, I expect.

Ah.

I see.

My daughter tries to convince me that I'm a romantic, but I can prove that I'm not.

You see, for me, the best part of any nuptial ceremony is the wedding breakfast.

(Moray chuckles) Has Katherine gone to The Paradise?

Yes.

You see, the service itself I find tedious and overemotional.

Not to say thoroughly tense.

I mean, I love God, but hymns make me tense.

Do they make you tense?

-Hymns?

-Hmm.

-No.

-No?

Perhaps it's the vows that do it to me.

All these promises, for richer, for poorer, honor and obey and till death us do part.

(laughs) They make it sound like the Sword of Damocles.

By the way, I bought the Fee Simple for Tollgate Street.

Kept me at the bank all hours yesterday.

Excuse me, sir, but... am I to understand that you have purchased the Tollgate Street freehold yourself?

I have.

Moray: I see.

My understanding was that you were going to loan me the money so that I might acquire them.

Well, that is what we discussed, but I thought better of it.

But what use is the freehold to you?

Of course, you can do as you wish.

I'm only trying to grasp what...

If I wish to expand, does that mean that, um-- Moray.

In a few days' time, you're going to marry my daughter.

What could be better, hmm?

Family.

Katherine is utterly devoted to you, and I'm convinced that you will make her happy.

Now, under the circumstances, what does it matter if it's my name on the document or yours?

-I see.

-Lord Glendenning: Yes.

Wedding breakfast is when everyone relaxes.

The deed is done, and all that's left is to celebrate.

(dramatic music) Do you ever wonder what you might look like wearing a veil?

Clara: I was always told that if a girl looks at herself in the mirror wearing a veil before the morning of her marriage, then her husband will die on the wedding day.

Best not look in the mirror then, Pauline.

Go on.

I'd like to see how it suits you.

I just want to know what it feels like.

How do I look?

You look like a bride.

Glorious and happy.

The world does feel different from in here.

Makes you feel sort of drunk.

And I say things when I'm drunk.

(gentle music) I wish that Sam would love me.

If a boy like Sam could love me, then all would be happiness.

Clara: Why do we always have to love the ones who don't love us back, eh?

You try it, Clara.

I'm not gonna make meself a fool, standing there wearing a veil.

(gentle music) Eh, go on, then.

I tell you this, I will find man to marry me if I have to put a rope around his neck.

Are you going to marry him or take him prisoner?

Aren't they both the same thing?

-(all laugh) -Your turn, Denise.

No.

I know my luck.

Miss Audrey'll come back.

We did it.

Go on.

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

Yes.

The wedding night.

(laughs) I can't wait.

You're right, Pauline.

It does feel different in here.

It feels heavenly.

I do.

(dramatic music) Excuse me, Miss Glendenning.

We were just... You're back.

Yes, ma'am.

(dramatic music) What have we here?

(hooves clopping) -driver: Sir.

-Darling.

Might I speak with you?

Shall we go inside?

No, I don't want to go back in there.

Tell me about Denise.

Denise?

She has returned to The Paradise.

Yes, yes.

She has, yes.

But didn't she stand against you?

I thought you might drive her from the street, but... here she is.

Moray?

Katherine.

I must ask you to free me from the promise I made to you.

-Listen to me.

-No, you cannot say anymore.

I can't... can't bear to hear it.

I need you to hear me.

You love me.

You are mine.

Katherine.

(scoffs) A girl.

A shop girl.

No.

No, no, no, I will not.

Would you rather I lied to you?

You are mine.

I want my wedding.

You cannot take that away from me to dabble with some plaything.

-She is not that.

-Oh, she is.

It must be, it has to be.

I promise you.

I have waited for you, and I have loved you and I will not let you go.

Katherine, I am asking you to accept-- No, it is your turn to accept that we are bound now.

We are one.

You are wriggling.

And that is all.

That is what men do.

We will marry.

(dramatic music) Listen to me.

I'm sorry, but it is done.

There can be no wedding.

(dramatic music) -(whip cracks) -(carriage rattling) (people chattering) Mr. Moray, sir.

If I may.

Sir.

Burroughs has been found.

His body, it was in the river.

I'm sorry.

Who knows that he has been found?

They identified him this morning.

Everyone knows it's him.

What are they saying?

I have no doubt there will be talk, sir, but I can assure you that nothing of this will come to your door.

(people chattering) Such a pity about Bradley Burroughs, eh?

Gone quiet on us, Arthur.

Why is that?

Arthur... if you know something about Burroughs... or Mr. Jonas and you say nothing... you put The Paradise at risk, you understand?

I'm doing it for Mr. Moray, sir.

What do you mean?

You know me.

I'm Moray's closest friend.

You cannot hide this for one more day.

(tense music) It was the carriage.

What about the carriage?

(people chattering) Don't ever see you out on the street at night, Mr. Lovett.

I can't sleep for the thought of old Burroughs face down in the water.

Picture of that keeps a man awake.

What is it, Clara?

-Is it Burroughs?

-Oh, no.

Not nasty old Burroughs.

It might be a beautiful thing... to be out of it all.

Edmund: Don't speak like that.

You're a young girl with everything to live for.

It's only talk.

It's only self-pity.

(sighs) It'll be gone in the morning.

(Clara sniffles) Surprised you let your Denise back in there, Mr. Lovett.

Well, she needs the work.

She'll do well for herself.

Oh, I don't mean that.

I mean letting her go back in there when she's in love with Moray.

But surely you knew.

Did I say the wrong thing?

See, I tried to tell her how it was for me, but she was beyond listening.

Tell me no more.

I hope I haven't said the wrong thing.

(door opens, doorbell tinkles) (door slams shut) That's all I saw.

They left together, Burroughs and Mr. Jonas, in the carriage.

Tell Mr. Moray what Mr. Jonas said to you.

"Never mention this to anyone.

It's a secret for Mr.

Moray."

Thank you, Arthur.

You have done the right thing.

(door opens) What are we to do, Moray?

We must fetch the constable.

I have sensed for some time that something was wrong.

-That man is beyond conscience.

-I knew.

Jonas told me.

Why did you say nothing?

Loyalty to Jonas, I suppose.

Now it is impossible to go to the constable because you are complicit.

He did it for me.

To save me.

Burroughs was intent on telling... wild tales about Helene's death.

Did you ask him to do this?

Did you want him to kill a man in your name?

-No!

-Would you bring down the store and everyone who works here for one man?

We don't even know who he is or why he came here.

He came here because he needed somewhere to belong.

And look how he has rewarded you.

(clock ticking) What matters is what we do now.

There is a body found.

Every day that he remains here, he is a danger to us.

To you.

We must be rid of Jonas.

If you falter now, Moray, you will never have him off your back.

He will drag us all down into his mire.

Let me do it.

He'll be gone before the wedding.

(door opens, doorbell tinkles) Barley sugars.

I wanted to thank you, Edmund, for what you did for Denise.

It can't have been easy for you.

It takes a strong man to do something so selfless.

And it takes a devious woman to betray a man to his very soul.

Are we to forever hark back-- No, I'm talking about what you do to me now.

You knew, didn't you?

You knew my Denise had fallen for that devil.

Nothing will become of it.

Moray is to marry.

They are nothing more than a young girl's immature feelings.

It will pass.

Until the day comes when he preys on her weakness.

You knew... and you hid it from me.

What do you call that, Audrey?

Miss Audrey: If you are forever looking for betrayal, then you are sure to find it.

I must get back.

For years, Edmund, you have convinced yourself that the reason I did not marry you was out there.

Did you never consider it is in here, in this room?

And it is here now.

Still.

(somber music) (door opens, doorbell tinkles) (door closes) (people chattering) Jonas.

Mr. Dudley, sir.

You were witnessed in a carriage with Burroughs the very night-- If I may, sir.

-Observed by who?

-You know who.

If you attempt to cause any harm to Arthur-- No harm will ever come to Arthur while I'm here to prevent it.

Well, you will not be here, Jonas.

You are finished.

I spent time on the road, sir.

It is not a life I intend to go back to.

It took some time to find a place to belong.

Mrs. Moray gave me that.

It is not up to you to take it away.

You are finished.

(tense music) I will not believe that Mr. Moray wishes me gone until I hear it from his own mouth.

He knows well enough my loyalty runs-- Go soon.

And go quietly.

(dramatic music) Uncle?

I can hold my tongue no longer, Denise.

Is it true?

Is it true?

Do you love him?

Yes, Uncle.

You would do this to me?

I haven't done it to hurt you.

You were in love once.

Tell me nothing has come of this.

Let me hear you say there is nothing between you.

I cannot tell you that.

Uncle, I would not distress you for all the world.

You have been my family, the kindest, all that I have.

What I feel for John, I cannot deny it.

(tender music) Well, it's some while since I've seen a look on your face quite as black as this.

She's back in the store.

The girl.

Denise.

And why should that matter so much, my darling?

She was wearing a veil.

A wedding veil.

As if to mock me.

I could see.

She wants to take him from me.

Katherine.

The girl, the veil, none of it would hurt you like this if you truly believed that Moray loved you.

Moray loves me.

I have seen it.

Felt it.

She is a shop girl who imagines she can seduce her employer.

Well, have you spoken to Moray about it?

Asked him about her?

I know what I must do.

If there is anything of her in his heart...

I will dig it out.

(tense music) (people chattering) Denise, you have a note.

(tense music continues) Denise: I'm sorry, ma'am.

I realize how terrible-- Do not speak to me as your equal.

You are a child.

My father always told me that I'm a child of God, and that makes me the same as any person on this earth.

I will not permit you to try to take Moray away from me.

If that is what you believe, then you must speak to John.

I have spoken to Moray.

To John.

I can see how a girl like you might bewitch a man with your simple innocence and your clever girl talk.

I have seen how your ideas for the store beguile him.

I cannot make any man love me, least of all John Moray.

I haven't come here to plead with you, nor to reason.

I can see what kind of creature I am faced with, so I am clear how I must deal with you.

We own everything now.

The freehold to every property on this street belongs to my family.

Your uncle's shop, Paradise, all of it.

Do you know what that means?

It means that we decide who will remain and who will lose everything.

Moray has built his Paradise from nothing.

Would you take that away from him?

I would not be the one who-- Oh, but you would.

You may tell yourself that you are the victim in this.

You may convince yourself of that now, today, with all of your heart.

But I know this.

If you persist... it will torment you.

I know Moray.

I have seen his ways.

He will be brave... but The Paradise is his life, his purpose.

Robbed of that and you will watch him wither and die, and every day you will know that you had the opportunity, this moment now, to stop it.

And perhaps he may never turn on you, never blame you, but you will blame yourself.

Because you will know that you had the power to stop it.

You will know that you are the true cause of his suffering.

Why?

Why would you want to marry a man who has told you that he does not love you?

Does no one understand?

Can no one see how simple it is?

I have taught him to love me once.

I can do it again.

(dramatic music) (playful music) (boxes clatter) (Pauline laughs) (playful music continues) Sam: Oh, Denise!

Mighty decision to make.

Payday tomorrow.

Now, do I pay the landlord of the pub what I owe him or do I go dancing?

(footsteps receding) I go dancing, then.

(gentle music) Denise, I'm in love.

I fell down, and I fell in love.

He's a porter and his name's... Oh, I forgot his name.

He's been looking at me all week, and I didn't even know it.

I'm gonna go tell Sam.

Moray: You can ruin me, Jonas.

I know that.

I am complicit.

How can you imagine that I could do such a thing?

I can see it.

In your face.

Have I not told you-- You stalk me.

What is it you want?

I wanted to speak with you, sir.

I wanted to tell you that I see... there are whispers.

Talk, suspicion.

The talk is all about me.

But if I go, then the talk goes with me.

It is done.

There is no stain on your reputation.

Th-thank you.

It is my fault, sir.

I acted without your permission.

I thought I was doing good.

Perhaps I was wrong.

(dramatic music) (dramatic music continues) (water splashes) Denise: You have known Katherine.

You were together for some time.

Of course, but-- There must have been a reason for that.

There must have been something between you.

(scoffs) Denise.

That was before I met you.

But you felt affection and attraction... You mustn't doubt me on this, Denise.

...to ask her to marry you.

Some part of you must have felt it was right.

You might feel that again.

No.

Not now.

What if you were to marry her?

How can you say that?

She can give you a life that I-- This is our life.

The Paradise.

What if there is no Paradise?

Tell me the truth.

Please, tell me about the Glendennings.

(sighs) It is true.

I have debts.

Great debts that I owe to Lord Glendenning.

And I have learned that he now owns the freehold to The Paradise.

But if they take this away from me, I can start again.

I can see that you would do that for me.

But I cannot do that to you.

I can't do that to those people who work here, live here.

The store will manage without me.

They would put Dudley in charge.

Do you suppose Dudley would want that?

To see The Paradise taken away from you and him be a part of that?

Him take your place?

It would destroy him.

(sighs) I cannot marry Katherine.

I say that you can.

You know that I love you.

I have seen that you would sacrifice everything.

Perhaps that means that you do not have to.

You will see my eyes looking at you... and you will know.

We will always know.

(bells tolling) (doorbell tinkles) What a picture.

A man's heart might stop.

I don't want to go.

Oh, don't be silly.

You'll steal the show.

As you always do.

I can't bear weddings.

I've never been to one.

Every time, I make an excuse.

I say I am unwell.

They terrify me, weddings.

Love terrifies me.

What have I done to you, Edmund?

Why did you choose a woman so afraid of love?

Can you ever forgive me?

When you love someone as I love you, there is no room for blame.

(tender music) The feelings never fade.

(knocking at door) No bride ever looked more radiant.

Papa.

You always find the perfect thing to say.

Dudley: Are you ready?

(dramatic music) Moray, we have to go.

Are you ready?

(dramatic music) (sighs) (door slams shut) (dramatic music) (people whispering) Moray: Denise!

(romantic music) (emotional music) (soft music)