The Paradise (2012) s02e07 Episode Script

Papa has a surprise for us.
We must look our best.
Are you feeling better, Mama? Yes, my angel.
Much better.
And this collodion apparatus, is it an improvement on the daguerreotype? Mr Weston, your knowledge of my business shames me.
I've always felt a kinship with photography despite being a mere onlooker.
The power to hold a mirror to your subject, to glimpse uncompromising truths, illusions it is extraordinary.
Ah, my special lady.
What a delightful surprise, darling.
Isn't it? Meet Mr Cartwright, a photographer of considerable renown.
I thought it high time for a family portrait.
You are very welcome.
It's my honour, Mrs Weston.
I was just marvelling at the depths of your husband's knowledge.
He is a man of considerable intellect.
And I am very lucky.
The good fortune runs both ways.
Mama, come and stand next to me.
Flora, I must insist you stop calling her that! You know full well Katherine is not your mama.
You will stand behind me.
"As the thick mist swept over the gardens, "Grace could no longer determine whether it was day or night.
" They don't have clocks, then? "Fearful of sleep, she resumed carving her initials into the wall with her red raw fingers.
" Well, I can think of easier ways to stay awake.
Quiet, you! Final instalment's out this week.
We must make sure we're up to date.
I'm counting the days.
How can you be so consumed by a story? This poor girl's on her own.
All isolated, no-one believing a thing she says about this ghost.
That's because everybody knows that there's no such thing as ghosts.
Who says? I've seen things.
You've imagined things.
Welcome back.
How's Edmund? They think he's over the worst of it.
Moray was looking for you.
Thanks.
Is he not well? He looked a bit Clara, I don't know.
"Grace walked to the window.
"And there, at the window, the pale apparition that tormented her soul, "urging her to leave this place.
" Denise! Denise, please! I've missed you.
Whatever you're thinking couldn't be further from the truth.
It's true that I was with Katherine, but I was there for us.
For The Paradise.
This situation is not what it appears.
Nothing happened.
When my uncle was ill, on the verge of death, when I needed my fiance .
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when I needed you next to me .
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you were with her.
That happened.
Apologies, sir.
Miss Denise .
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Mr Weston has called everyone to the Great Hall.
Jonas, I've been interrupted at more opportune moments.
My humblest apologies, sir.
But if Mr Weston is gathering staff for an announcement, might it not be important? You look like hell.
Apt enough.
One feels that's exactly where I'm headed.
Thank you, if you could just put it there, that's perfect.
If I could have your attention, please! I'd like to introduce you all to someone very special.
An artist, a scientist one of the most celebrated photographers in all of the land Mr Christian Cartwright! Every word a heinous untruth! He's gorgeous! He can carte de visite with me any time he likes.
I've already taken the liberty of drawing on Christian's talents.
I'll confess to you all that being the owner of a department store wasn't something that came naturally to a man more used to bayonets than bonnets and it has taken a little time for us to get to know each other.
But I've come to appreciate that this is as much your Paradise as it is mine.
Soeach of you will have your picture taken by Christian to be individually framed and hung in the gallery.
Denise John.
Please Don't.
I am familiar with that look.
I have seen it in the mirror.
Usually subsequent to an encounter with John Moray.
I trust you enjoyed your afternoon together.
He told you? Then, why do you look so dismayed? I do not know how you wish me to respond, Mrs Weston.
Oh, Denise.
Must you be so perfect at all times? You've won.
Celebrate your victory.
Moray desires only you.
And this cursed shop, of course.
Our kiss was nothing more than an epilogue to an arduous tale.
Please give my best to your uncle.
You kissed Katherine Weston? At her instigation.
Have you parted company with your senses? At this juncture that seems as good a possibility as any.
Denise was securing investment that could've won The Paradise.
She sold Ballentine the dream of you and she running the place.
He was in agreement, the money was there.
All the investment in the world is frankly meaningless without Tom Weston's consent to sell.
Reckless and foolhardy my plan may have been, but a plan it was.
Concocted by Jonas Franks.
How could you put your trust in that man again? And to think Denise was worried about keeping secrets from you! Dudley, I don't need a lecture! Then, my advice is you treat Denise in the fashion she deserves perhaps starting with the truth.
The collodion is the best of all photographic processes, giving your image a hitherto unseen sharpness and clarity.
And meaning you can produce an unlimited number of prints from a single negative.
Hear that, Sam? You can plaster your entire room with pictures of yourself.
Sam wallpaper.
I'll put you down for a couple of rolls then, shall I? How can you be an artist and a scientist? Oh, perceptive question, er Arthur, sir.
Take this lady here.
Miss, please.
The science is the process.
Biology, how she lives and breathes.
Chemistry, the elements in balance.
Physics How can she stay upright after a night out in the Three Crowns? And art the contours of her face tell us she is beautiful.
But beyond the mere physical aesthetic there lies something more.
A depth.
A sadness in the eyes.
This lady's face tells the story of pain.
Please, do not take offence.
I intend it as the sincerest of compliments.
It's, er, unlike any compliment I've received before.
Allow me to make amends.
Will you be the first to have your photograph taken? Nothank you.
Do you not approve, Clara? I am delighted to look at pictures of other people, sir.
But of yourself? I already know what I look like.
You are sowilful.
Yes? You wanted to see me, sir? Mr Cartwright's presence here is an opportunity not to be wasted.
I feel certain that the popularity of photography can be harnessed to invigorate sales.
So I need some of your wonderful ideas.
I'm sure you're right, sir.
But Mr Moray Moray has been holding you back, Denise, I can see that now, fearful that you will outshine him.
I cannot allow it.
You're too talented and I need you to rise above it.
We shall meet later to discuss your plans for Mr Cartwright.
Yes, sir.
How on this fine earth did you come to know such things? There was a portrait photographer three streets down from where I grew up.
Badgered the old man silly Thank you.
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Till he gave in.
An apprenticeship? Taught me everything.
And you still work together? Our lives, well, they took on the same composition as the old man's portraits.
Every day the same.
So I went my own way.
Fascinating.
So you just travel around, from place to place? Mmm.
Searching for that unique something.
A raw influence to absorb and inspire.
I believe I've found it.
What here, at The Paradise? Mmm, my muse.
You don't mean Clara? I absolutely must photograph her, Sam.
Help me.
What can I do to convince her? I'm not sure any amount of musing would convince Clara of anything! Please.
She is really quite splendid, isn't she? Denise, I mean.
In her future, I see only rise upon promotion.
Yesshe is a rarity.
You're obviously busy in here.
I talked with Mr Fenton.
A highly informative conversation.
Enlightening, you might say.
And it seems you've overplayed your hand.
You've gambled and lost everything.
Do you know, and this may sound outlandish, but it wouldn't surprise me if Denise ran The Paradise one day.
Oh, the irony of it all! For a long time I actually wanted rid of this place.
I once made you a promise .
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that we would never be parted as we were when I left for Paris.
But even when I was in France I felt close, connected to you.
Because I knew you were waiting.
But now .
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I feel further away from you than ever Apologies for interrupting, Mr Moray, sir.
It is a sensitive matter .
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as regards Mr Weston and his time in India.
We've discussed this before.
Yes, sir.
Of course, as a man of honour you were reluctant but have we not reached the time to employ such information to your advantage? No! No, these unscrupulous, wily tactics are the reason I am where I am.
Just leave me in peace! Allow me to make amends, sir.
Am I not making myself clear, Jonas? Is there something I can assist you withsir? Do you have this in emerald green? To complement my eyes? You're in the wrong department.
I disagree.
And there is most definitely something you can do for me.
Certainly, sir.
As long as it's not to question why I don't want my portrait taken.
Oh, that? No.
I already know why.
You presume too much, sir.
Not so much a presumption, as an eye trained to perceive what lies beyond the surface.
Clara I apologise most sincerely for my ill-judged comments.
But the reason you do not want me to take your photograph is the precise reason yours is the one I'm absolutely obliged to take.
You may be obliged, but I am not.
Please! Meet with me and I'll show you.
Show me? I can't just I'll send word.
Please! I regret to inform you the emerald green bonnet is sadly out of stock.
I was thinking about what you asked, and then I had the idea to open the photography booth up to the public.
But most people already have a portrait.
What we need is something different.
And you're going to tell me what that is.
Paradise Postcards.
We create a Paradise backdrop as the setting for your postcard.
Customers have their photograph taken as a souvenir of their visit.
And on their mantelpiece, in their home A photograph of The Paradise.
For all their friends to see when they come round for Sunday lunch.
It would extend The Paradise's reach across the street.
And customers could shop while they wait for their portrait to be developed.
Perhaps an incentive, say ten per cent off everything they purchase.
And since my uncle left me as custodian of his shop How long until this can be up and running? Oh! It's fantastic.
That is quite something.
There's someone in mine! It's a ghost! Look! Did anyone else feel that? The coldness.
It went right up the back of my neck! The front doors are open! It's in The Paradise.
What if we're haunted? I think you're a bit suggestible.
It might be time for a break from The House On The Hill.
What on earth is that? Mr Cartwright, will you please talk some sense into these unworldly gullible types? Yes, I forgot to mention there was, er, a problem with the exposure.
Why is it in mine and no-one else's? Well, someone, a customer perhaps, must have momentarily walked into view.
It creates a ghostly trace of their presence.
I thought you might like to see it.
These spooky apparitions are all the fashion in London.
It's just looking down on me, all threatening.
Mr Cartwright's telling you it's not real.
Ghosts, spirits, ghouls, it's all in your head.
You can sit for another one just as soon as I fix the No! It's this magazine sending them barmy.
The House On The Hill, the whole city's obsessed with it.
Yeah, well, it's very good.
Look how the people react to the very notion of the supernatural.
This is a fantastic business opportunity.
I propose The Paradise takes 80 per cent seeing as we're providing the paying customers.
Without me, you wouldn't have the apparatus nor the expertise.
I propose The Paradise takes 60 per cent.
We're supplying the floor space and The Paradise is the backdrop.
70 per cent.
Will you negotiate on my behalf in future? Denise might I speak with you, please? I have somewhere I need to be.
Excuse me.
It's time for you to hear the truth.
Fenton agreed to put up the funds to buy The Paradise.
For my part, I was to use my connection with Katherine to drive a wedge between her and her husband, remind her of the closeness we once shared, make their situation so unbearable that they might sell.
But the deeper I sank, the more the waters became muddied.
And I realised I am not a man who can willingly treat people's feelings with such contempt.
I listened to Jonas and I took an option presented to me.
It was a mistake.
And that's the truth? Yes! Sweetheart, you must know the only reason I became embroiled in this mess was for The Paradise, for us, for our dream Because I love you.
And there's nothing more to tell? No.
No more secrets.
You're lying, John.
Mrs Weston informed me there was a kiss.
Where are we going? I must be back in half an hour.
Why concern yourself with a future that might never happen? Because I'll lose my position.
A pond! A scene of natural beauty is a story written over many years, of good days and bad each storm leaving its indelible mark.
Without those turbulent times, this landscape would not possess its unique character.
And this is supposed to tell me? To embrace your past.
You try to hide your pain, but it flows from every part of you.
And it gives you beauty.
Is this an elaborate way of enticing girls into your bed? I wish only to capture you in print.
Come.
I'll get dirt on my clothes.
Lean out as far as you can.
Trust me.
There! What am I looking at? Yourself, Clara.
Such is your preoccupation with what's happened in the past, or what may transpire in the future, you are missing out on this present .
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here and now.
You make it sound so simple.
Because it is simple we are what we are.
This moment.
Here, now.
And that's all a photograph is.
A memento.
Do you now see how beautiful you are? Quite the attraction.
And my heartfelt thanks to you, Mr Cartwright for agreeing to stay and make it possible.
The pleasure's all mine.
Delighted to be a part of it.
As am I.
I'm beginning to understand Moray's obsession with this place.
There is something about this domain .
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a kingdom in microcosm.
And every kingdom has its all-powerful ruler.
Though we don't usually find them wandering into the kitchen in the dead of night! Well, how could I resist when there are such delights to be stumbled upon? Well, thank you, kind sir.
Will you have a drink with me, Clara? To your health.
To yours.
Are you all right, sir? Clara .
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forever showing me kindness.
We are kindred spirits, you and I, Clara.
We conceal our true selves our scars hidden from view.
I take comfort in the shadows.
You know .
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if you ever needed anything Would you like to be in safe hands .
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protected .
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sheltered from harm? I could bekind to you.
Consider my proposal.
You should not be in here, Jonas.
It seems to be my way, sir, to intrude where I have no place.
Your touching sense of self-knowing comes too late, Jonas.
When you permitted me to return, sir, I had every good intention of serving you by honest means.
I imagined that the consequences of my meddling would have taught me restraint.
It seems that once I sense any manner of threat, some kind of animal cunning consumes my thinking.
Denise will not speak to me, she will not even look at me.
Do you imagine your apology can help us now? You know well enough what I am made of, Mr Moray .
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yet you choose to have me by your side.
YesI know.
You have rid yourself of me once You will remain here, so that I can keep my eyes on you.
The sight of you reminds me of why I find myself in such dire circumstances.
I would not wish to lose that for the world.
You won't get a wink if you do all those.
You told me it would catch up with me .
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and that I'd learn my lesson.
If you think I take any kind of pleasure in your sorrow, then .
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well, maybe just a little.
They kissed.
I'm sorry.
The one thing I keep wondering, how can I still work here and us not be together? Seeing him every day But I can't bear to be apart.
Then, reconcile.
I refuse to be second prize.
He still wants you, there are worse predicaments to endure! Denise, there are two types of women in love stories.
The leading ladies and the mistresses, and we both know what you are.
The leading lady's man does not take a mistress.
Honestly, did you really believe Katherine would be jilted at the altar for a shop girl and not have her revenge? Be thankful a kiss is all it was.
Hey, think about what you've endured to reach this point.
If you walk away and let her win, it'll plague you.
She used to need me.
Despite all the independence, Denise's qualities, to a certain extent she relied on me.
Now I feel she's altogether forgotten loving me at all.
Dudley I feel I've trusted the wrong people .
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heeded the wrong advice.
And now I feel I am done for.
Please, tell me what to do.
The way I see it, there is only one path you can take.
Its virtues are twofold.
Firstly, it'll take your mind off all this.
Secondly, just maybe Denise'll catch a glimpse of the man she fell in love with.
You get on with your job.
The circulation of this magazine is greater than that of the London Times.
The final issue is about to be released.
This is an opportunity the man Denise fell in love with would exploit to its fullest degree.
My mind is blank.
I don't think I can do anything without her.
I've never doubted you, Moray.
But his is entirely of your own making and yours to fix.
"The greyness of the weather had permeated the inner most reaches of Grace's mind.
"All was a fog.
"Perception and reality morphing into femoral long-forgotten concepts.
"An impenetrable blanket lay over the hill as she tried to remember ".
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Old Jim was hanging from a tree, the force of life having long since departed his body.
" Oh, my heavens above! Poor Grace.
Wait! I've not finished.
What's she going to do? She's all alone now the groundskeeper's killed himself.
Did he, though? I'll wager the ghost drove him to it.
Oh, Henry has to believe her in time.
Henry who wants to have her committed? I don't think so.
Susy, your clothes are moving.
Clara! Don't encourage her! I'm not joking Oh! Oh, it is! Aieee! It's here! It's here! Sam? What are you doing? You are a dead man! Dead! Oh, my Come here.
I'm fine.
You don't need to pretend.
I have been thinking.
You could do with a rest.
A change of scenery, somewhere abroad.
Perhaps you could spend the autumn in the Alps.
Recuperate, get back to your old self.
That sounds wonderful.
After all, you seemed so .
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distracted over this business with Moray It would do you good, don't you agree? Flora and I were just talking the other day about taking a trip somewhere.
Flora won't be going.
She'll remain here.
But for all our sakes you need some time away.
I think it would be best for Flora to be with me.
Do you know how humiliating it was for me to have to endure the gory details of Mr Fenton's plan, how he and Moray fabricated his interest in you as part of their ploy .
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and you were duped into believing Moray .
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actually desired you? I shall make the arrangements.
There you go.
It wouldn't half warm Edmund's cockles to see Lovett's like this.
Thank you, Myrtle.
Brisk trade you've drummed up there, Miss Denise.
Your services are now required back in The Paradise.
Why? There's an urgent venture with which Mr Moray needs your help.
What sort of venture? I'll leave that to him.
But this is my Please, Mr Dudley.
Being in his presence in unbearable.
Denise, if you're not capable of doing your job, then what exactly is the purpose of your employment at The Paradise? Excellent.
I'm finished with Mrs Harrington.
I'll send Mrs Peters in.
Thank you.
Mrs Peters.
He's going to fire me for neglecting my duties, I know it.
What are you doing back here? I'm not entirely sure.
Has he seen me reading on the job? Susy, I'm reliably informed the amount of time you've spent reading these surpasses anyone.
It's true, I admit it.
I read them every chance I get.
Good.
Because I met with the publishers of The House On The Hill, and The Paradise will host the launch to the final instalment.
There'll be copies, here? Thousands of them, before anywhere else, and I require someone who has an intimate knowledge of the series.
Poisoned plum pudding, sir.
Poisoned? They're what everyone knows in the story.
The lead character believes she is being poisoned.
Perfect! Perfect! We offer them to customers as they enter the Great Hall or as an enticement on the street.
Nightdresses, sir.
Grace's nightdress is described in such intimate and luxurious detail, I doubt there's a lady out there that doesn't desire one.
Thank you, Susy.
Er, Denise is here to help with the launch of the magazine.
Wonderful.
Shall we go and discuss it? If we can make this a success, if we can sell enough copies, the publisher has promised me the launch of the first instalment of the next series, and a double-page advertisement in the inside cover.
Sounds wonderful.
I'm just trying to ascertain what you need me for.
Well, the very same qualities for which I always need you.
Everything seems taken care of.
Susy's ideas are perfect.
Susy's ideas were exactly what people will expect.
We must deliver more, the unexpected, the spectacular .
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as you have with your photographer.
I believe I should leave you two to discuss.
No, Dudley.
You stay just there.
Neither Denise nor I would allow personal wrangles to affect vital Paradise business, would we, Denise? No.
How much time do we have before the launch? Mrs Weston.
I implore you not to think me vain.
A second time is an honour and a privilege.
Flora.
Please.
I just hope your presence here doesn't indicate dissatisfaction with the first photograph.
On the contrary.
I found it so delightful I'm compelled to sit for you again.
Will Papa be joining us? This is just for you and me, my darling.
If we are ever apart, you'll have one and I'll have one.
That means we will always be close to each other.
But you promised that we would never be apart.
I know .
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and I shall do everything possible to keep that promise.
This is just in case.
Watch Mr Cartwright at work.
See how adroit he is.
I am practiced, Flora.
That is all.
Take heed.
Practice makes perfect.
Flora, what say we remove your chair? Mmm? There.
I've never seen Mrs Weston look like this.
You're not the only one with a share of suffering, Clara.
You haven't known me more than five minutes.
What gives you the right to speak to me like that? Perhapscos I like you.
Well, you've a strange way of showing it.
Was it a man? Yes, it was.
Just some pathetic little dalliance that ruined my life.
I am only trying to underst What? What do you want to know? He was married.
I had his child.
I, er .
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I gave up .
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my little girl .
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because I couldn't look after her.
Every day I tell myself .
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I did it for her .
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but I don't believe it.
Will that feed your curiosity enough, Christian? I wish you could be kinder to yourself.
I thought we would stack the issues here in great towers, unmissable from the street.
As long as we publicise adequately, the name alone should be enough to draw people through the door.
But what stops people from buying their copy and walking right out again? Precisely.
Once they come through the door, we need to keep them here.
You've seen first-hand the allure of photography.
Perhaps there's some way we can harness that same spirit.
Is it possible to create fog? Fog? Christian says life is about experiences.
And a photograph is about capturing a moment so you can return to that experience whenever you wish.
I suppose that's the reason people become so enchanted with these stories.
It's an escape to another world.
What if we were to give them that world? If we had fog here, in the Great Hall? As they come through group by group, it would be as if they were walking into The House On The Hill itself.
I'd wager Christian could create something.
What we would need would be darkness bringing the forest indoors, leading the way to the house.
I've started on the plum pudding recipe, Mr Moray.
And the customers will come in here and take them directly from the tray.
Come into my kitchen? Yes, but you are no longer Myrtle you are, er What's the name of the cook in the story? Mary.
Mary! For the launch of the magazine, The Paradise is going to be transformed into The House On The Hill.
Every room a different experience.
And Mary will bake her poisoned plum pudding! They'll want a ghost so we must give them one.
- Christian, can it be done? - Yes, it's possible.
Their journey will end at the same place as the final instalment, in Grace's bedroom.
Then they must wait until they arrive here, and then they're given the chance to purchase the final edition.
Once they've walked through the entire store.
And Christian will be here to capture a memento of their experience.
Thank you, Denise.
We haven't done it yet.
But we will.
I just wanted to bid you good night.
Why are you dressed so extravagantly? For The Paradise's big event.
I hear they've transformed the place.
Oh, did I not inform you? You'll remain here while Flora accompanies me.
But it's an important business event for you, and without me to look after her, Flora may get in the way.
Martha will take care of Flora.
You're the one more likely to get in the way.
And you're looking a little tired.
Perhaps you need the rest.
I know, I can't wait How much longer can we wait? Just a little more.
There they are.
The publishers? Whenever you're ready, Miss Denise.
Miss Denise.
Mr Moray, sir.
So, ladies and gentlemen inside this here building resides the final instalment of The House On The Hill.
Oh, I'm so excited as well.
Do you believe in ghosts? Will Henry save Grace's life before it's too late? Be our guests .
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if you'd be so bold.
Grace and Henry foresaw a blissful life together.
But on the eve of their wedding this mist, a mist, a mist so thick and unnatural, they say .
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settled on the house on the hill .
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trapping Grace as its prisoner.
Each time she tried to escape, she was prevented .
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a ghostly figure watching her every move.
Do you believe, as Gracie did, that her food was poisoned? Madam, would you dare dine with Henry? Would you like to know what's for pudding? Mary! Pudding.
It's the plum pudding! Yes, it's the plum pudding! Which one will you take? Beware .
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you must choose wisely.
When Moray proposed this to me, I must admit I wasn't convinced.
But it has turned out to be quite the theatrical event.
Later I will send Flora home.
When I have concluded my business with the publishers .
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you'll find my carriage waiting outside.
What if it isn't scary enough? Have faith.
They're coming.
It would serve you best to keep up.
Follow the ghost.
She leads the way to Grace's bedroom.
And Grace retreated here, to this bedroom, after months of suffering, of wretched mental torment, as nobody believed that she was being haunted by the ghost of Henry's dead wife.
Worse, much worse, was Gracie began to doubt what she was seeing with her own eyes.
She began to wonder whether she was losing her mind.
If you look closely here, madam .
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you'll see where, using only her fingernails, she scratched her initials into the wall.
Now, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, who would like to be the first lucky person in all the land to own the final instalment of The House On The Hill? There we go! Fantastic! Now, don't forget to have your photo taken with the ghost on the way out.
Thank you.
The world's not a fair place.
All your doing and who takes the credit? Do not concern yourself, Dudley.
Let him take the battle because my war is won.
You were right.
I needed to remind Denise of the man she fell in love with in the first place.
The Paradise needs you both.
Look at what you can achieve together.
I am considering whether I might accept your offer of a photograph.
"Considering"? You might have the good grace to let a girl believe she's still to be won over.
It was clumsy of me.
I'm sorry.
Can I try again? Or we could just take the photograph.
Drive on! "She scrambled her way into the cellar, bolting the door behind her, breathless, "she looked up, confused" It was Henry! Hello? Hello? Who's there? Arggh! Mmm, I feel like royalty, sitting here, posing.
I think you rather like it.
Oh, yes, yes, I will hang a portrait of myself above my bed so I can see it every morning when I wake.
You make a joke of everything that matters.
Do I? Mmm Well, you speak as if you know every inch of my soul.
You don't.
And neither do your pictures.
Are you laughing at me now? At myself.
I've always been a know-it-all.
I can't seem to help myself.
I wish I could.
Yes, you might be an attractive man if you just shut up for five minutes.
I should button my lip more often.
But I will say one thing You see, I can't help myself.
Go on, then, say it The most beautiful thing about you is that you have no idea how beautiful you are.
Mr Weston says the publishers thought it spectacular beyond their wildest dreams.
I saw one of them actually jump when Sam revealed the ghost.
All the plum puddings sold.
Ah, thank God.
It means we don't have to eat them ourselves.
We still make a formidable team, Moray.
That we do, Denise.
Denise .
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I'm so sorry.
I know.
Can you ever forgive me? Of course I can.
You do know the kiss, it was a horrible mistake.
I know it sounds absurd, but genuinely I was acting for us.
I only went to such lengths because I was so desperate for what we had today to be our future.
Why did you feel the need to act alone? To hide your plans from me? From a desire to protect you.
But I do not want nor do I need protection.
You must make allowances for a man shielding his love from the murkiness of men and business.
You are my most prized possession, even over The Paradise.
I fear you will never understand.
No matter the depth of your love, it does not equate to ownership.
I am not your possession.
I refuse to live in a box marked "My little champion".
I'm sorry, John.
Clemence! There were debts prison even if I could not pay, and I could not.
So I ran.
The priest can wait.
This cannot! Why cannot you and him find a way to be together? Clemence, please! I'm sorry, cherie, it is just that I must believe in love.
I'll play you for them.
You would need a stake.
If you win, I go away from The Paradise, the city, the country.
No!