01x05 - Episode 5

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Change the Grace Mirabella call
to an in-person meet

at Vogue HQ this afternoon, please.

I need to be out and about,
let people see for themselves

my children's claims
about my ill health

are greatly exaggerated.

Grandy, have you spoken
to any of them?

I wonder if a calmer,
more considered conversation

with Aunt Edwina might...

And get Henry Rossiter
to come and see me.

I need to liquidate some assets.

Really? How much do you need?

Seven million.

Pounds. What for?

And as much as it pains me
to say it,

I should make a television
appearance.

So call Peter Lassally

and tell him it's finally a yes
for The Tonight Show.

And after that, I'd like you
to call Jim Fairley

and put an end to your...
dalliance with him.

I... I don't know what you mean.

I didn't even know who he was
when we first met.

I thought you were serious about
your future here, Paula,

I thought you had ambition.

I am. I do. But...

Then it ends today.

But, Grandy, I love him.

Paula, I understand, believe me,

that occasionally one can
find oneself... distracted.

But one must use that distraction
as a springboard for moving on.

You and Jim Fairley are over.

End of story.

You don't get to where I am without
making sacrifices.

...

Ready for your grand opening day?

Have a lovely day.

Thank you.

All right, you, settle down.

He's my second. And compared to
the first, he's just an angel.

Emma? Is this terry towelling
or worsted wool?

Terry.

...

Perfect, Mrs Jacobs.

With the height you've been
blessed with,

I'd take the skirt up to mid-calf.

I'll have to persuade my husband
he needs a new jacket.

He'll be showing me up in church!

Perhaps sweeten him up first.

Have you seen my treacle tart kits?
My mother's recipe.

My dad used to ask for one instead
of a birthday cake in June.

So, you've been working every day,
every second.

When will this place be running
smoothly enough for you

to take time off and see your
family, eh?

Menswear. That should be next.

Perfect way to expand the customer
base. Can I have a look at yours?

Yes.

But if you're going to undress me...

...perhaps without an audience?

Sorry.

Tweed. I'm going to need lots of
tweed. Can you...?

Oh.

I'm good at being in charge.

EMMA LAUGHS

SHOP BELL TINKLES

I'm going to need whatever you've
got in tweed,

worsted wool, maybe some linen.

You can't be running dry already.

Starting a menswear line.

Did you hear they're selling
Dewsbury Mill?

Someone will make a fortune.

Yeah, they'll have to spend one
first.

You should buy it. Think how much
bigger your profit margins would be.

No, thank you.

No, it'd be too risky for me. I'd
have to take out a whacking loan.

It'd more than pay for itself.

Given how poorly everyone thinks
of Fairley Mill's produce,

I reckon the contracts they've got
left would be yours for the taking.

Mr Lowther.

You seen what she's doing?

Treacle tart kits in a dressmaker's!

Have you ever heard of such a thing?

I knew it. The second you let her
move in, I said to my husband,

I said, "She's after my shop."

Mrs Harte is free to sell
whatever she wants.

Oh, you would say that,
protecting your fancy woman.

Emma is a married woman.

Who's she married to?

The Invisible Man?

I've seen the way she's in and out
of your shop like nobody's business.

Oh, sounds like you've made it
your business.

Mrs Minton, if you want to keep
leasing my premises,

I suggest you apologise to Mrs Harte
immediately.

And spend less time worrying about
what she's selling

and more about what you're selling,

which, as of late, I suspect,
is not very much.

Sorry.

Invisible husband, invisible baby.

Thanks for asking, Mrs Minton, but
my daughter's being very well

looked after, as a matter of fact.

She wants for nothing!

Emma.

What does she know, eh?
She thinks we're carrying on.

You should give me her shop.
I never keep you waiting for rent.

I'd be too worried that she'd
bludgeon us both to death

with one of your treacle tarts.

Some fish-eye darts at the
front here would make for

a better silhouette,
don't you think?

It would pull in the waist
without...

Disturbing the wool.

Yes, you're right.

Cleaner lines.

Can I take your measurements
for samples?

Shall I?

Yes.

Thanks.

Most people... would wait more than
a few months

after opening a ladieswear shop
to expand.

You think it's too soon?

No. I don't.

And this is exactly why I wanted to
work with you.

Because you're not most
people.

I can't. I can't, I'm married.

Well, someone should remind
your husband of that,

because it's been almost a year,
Emma,

and he hasn't bothered to come
near you,

not even when you gave birth
to his child.

But he's away! But week after week,
I say to myself,

"Has he any idea who he married?"

Does he know you? Has he seen you?"

Because surely if he'd had even
a glimpse of you,

he'd not be able to tear himself
from your side...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Emma Harte, isn't it?

Yes.

How can I help you, Mrs...?
Miss.

Chandra.

At least, for the next few weeks,
then it'll be Mrs Edwin Fairley.

That's why I'm here.

Yes. I can see.

Just needs... the odd adjustment.

All we have to do is...

Burn it.

It's a Fairley heirloom they
insisted I try on,

and, as you can see, it fits,
which is rather unfortunate,

because it's an absolute
monstrosity.

EMMA LAUGHS

I'm sorry. So am I.

But I kept hearing such wonderful
things about this place.

I was hoping you could make it
even a tiny bit less hideous?

Let's see.

I always imagined I'd get married
in what my mother wore

to her wedding.

It was a beautiful red sari.

Gold thread.

But as she won't be at the wedding
herself...

She passed away.

I'm sorry.

To lose a mother, that's...

I know. It's the worst thing.

Yes. It is.

He writes to you.

Letters.

Constantly.

Though he seems to have no intention
of sending them, so...

I suppose I was always going to find
them eventually.

Why did you come here?

If I'm going to spend the rest of
my life with a man

whose heart is broken, I thought
I ought to at least

have a good look at the woman
responsible.

If Edwin's heart is broken,
it's entirely his own doing,

I can assure you of that.

You can look.

Well, I'd have made me look an
absolute fright, if I were you.

Oh, I considered it.

There was a time I'd have ruined
the dress completely.

Anything to get back at them,
even a little bit.

I made a vow, you see,

to spend the rest of my life
punishing them.

All of the Fairleys.

And now?

Sometimes I wonder whether, in doing
that, I'm also punishing myself.

Don't marry him.

Not because I want him or because
I'm trying to ruin his life.

I just...

...think you deserve more.

He's good to me.

And love can grow... I think.

I have... hope.

I know this might be terribly
inappropriate,

but I really did want you to...

I'll have it delivered.

Once it's finished.
Thank you.

Sure, I thought you'd be pleased to
hear Edwin's living

a life of misery.

Doesn't it feel good, Emma, to know
you built all this,

while he's been stood still,
right where you left him?

But part of me's been there
with him, hasn't it?

Wearing the ring he got me?

Even pretending to have a husband
at sea!

Making sure there isn't even
the slightest possibility

I might one day be able to meet
someone else.

Are you ready for that?

I want to be, I think.

But I'm scared.

That rage, the rage against Edwin,

it's what's dragged me out of bed
every single morning.

It's what's keeping Edwina fed
and safe.

If I let that go, am I just going to
get distracted again?

Am I going to let me mam down? No.

Emma, that fire inside you is going
nowhere.

It's that rage, it's who you are.

Rage was just the fuel there
for a little while,

but that can come from anywhere.

It can come from love.

You're right.

Emma?

Would you speak to him for me?

Would you speak to David?

You've probably noticed how we are
around each other.

I never expected it.

Tried to tell myself it wasn't
happening, but...

He makes me feel...

I don't know.

Excited? Fluttery?

Hopeful?

Is that bad?

Never.

What, erm...

What do you want me to say to him?

I know I should feel guilty.

But these past months,
with Adele away,

have been the best of my life.

Delivery for you, Miss Chandra.
Oh, thank you.

My wedding dress.

So, best not to mention it to...

Of course.

Wouldn't want to bring about any...
bad luck.

What have you got there? Oh!

It's, erm...

Oh, sorry. Is that the...?

Wedding dress, yes.

I had it altered a little at this
new dressmaker's

I kept hearing about.

Really?

Right. Good. Good.

Well, I hope you got...
what you wanted.

These are... for you.

Mac told me about your husband.
I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Why didn't you tell me sooner
that he'd died?

It was a while ago.

I think I was scared.

Of us.

Not... worried about me being...

...forward?

Worried I might.

I just came here to check you were
all right.

Well, Mac says you are,
but to lose a husband...

I feel awful,
the things I said about you.

You were right.

Truth is, I lost him a long time
ago.

Even before he died.

You make me feel...

Whoa. Whoa.

Dewsbury Mill is up for sale.

We could ask them whether they'd
sell us one of their looms.

We're still down one from the fire,
but if we could just get back

to running at full capacity...

There's little point running at full
capacity when we're not even

selling the fabric we're making at
half...

Not a hint of that sort of talk when
Sir Vikram arrives.

All focus on the wedding.

If you sense the conversation
is turning to anything

more serious, deflect.

I think we're all pretty good at
that.

Now, Olivia, at the luncheon,
I'm going to need...

Did somebody say luncheon?

I love luncheon.

Oh...

Adele, we weren't expecting you.

Mother! You look...

I know, darling. Come here.

Sherry, Mother?

Shut up, Gerald.

No, thank you, darling.

Yes. Wise.

We've had to switch to the cheap
stuff in those two long months

you've been... on holiday.

Still, it's here when you need it.

Tea? We've got tea.

I think I'll rest. Right.

I've come a long way.

But I'm so looking forward to
hearing what you've all

been up to while I've been gone.

I may have got ahead of myself
earlier.

I had a plan, you see.

I know how much you like them.

What did it involve, this plan?

Well, the first step was going to be
persuading you to take a day off.

I know how committed you are to
hard work.

It is time I took a day off.

I need to go back.

Home, I mean. See my family.

I'm so out of touch with them.

Would you be able to mind the shop?

Of course. But this isn't exactly
in line with my plan.

I'm sorry.

It's just any spare moment I have,
I go to my cousin's to see Edwina.

So, going home...
I think I've been scared

of the reminders of my husband.

But now I think I'm ready to see
my dad and my brother.

Anyway, that's my plan for Friday.

On Saturday...

...I'm very much committed to
your plan.

Oh, two days off in a row.

Emma Harte, you slacker!

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

I'm sorry for not being here.

Don't be sorry for that.
It's a relief, if anything.

I'm not just talking about
when I left.

I've not been the mother you've
deserved.

Not for a long time.

Not... ever, perhaps.

Do you remember when I was first
learning to ride,

and being rather...
pathetic about it?

Hmm.

And that night...

...Father made me sleep there,
in the stables.

I was so against it.

You came, and I...

...I begged you to take me back to
the house.

But you said no,
that I had to face it,

that it was the only way.

I'm so sorry, darling.

No. You were right.

And you stayed with me right through
till morning.

And by then, I wasn't scared
any more.

You were...

You were a wonderful mother...

...until you weren't.

And that's what made it so much
worse.

There have been so many times where
I've needed...

I'm here now.

What is it? You can tell me.

I was trying to help. I really was.

And I'm bloody good at it - poker.

Everyone says so.

And things are so bad with the
business,

I thought that... that if I could
make a bit of extra cash,

then Father would...

I got reckless and...

Oh, Christ!

I'm in such a lot of debt.

And Father will be so upset.

You leave your father to me.

I'll fix it, I promise.

SHE EXHALES

Oh.

Trying to do your lunch.

I'm making a right pig's ear of it.

I'm not hungry, anyway.

Frank!

Where were you?

Armley, in Leeds!

Why didn't you send an address?

I didn't know where you were.
We couldn't even write.

I've been working all hours of
the day

and trying to get myself settled.

But I am now.

You don't look like you,

or even sound like you.

Frank... please.

I'm sorry.

But, listen, I've got so much
to tell you.

I don't care, Emma.

You can't just come walking in here
after all this time,

acting like nothing's happened.

I suppose you don't want these
presents, then.

I've brought loads -
for you AND for Dad.

Come on, Frank, I'll help you clean
this up, and we can talk.

Expecting Dad home for lunch,
are you?

Well, he won't want to eat off
the floor, will he?

Why is his winter coat here?

Is he home?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad...

I couldn't get rid of them.

I couldn't get rid of any of it.

I would have known.

Known...

In my heart, I would have felt it.

I know I would. I would have!

TEARFULLY: When?
What... what happened?

There was a fire.

At the mill.

Near on three months ago.

He had to be the hero,
of course,

running in to save folk.

I wasn't here. I wasn't here!

EMMA SOBS

You are now. I'm sorry.

Oh, Frank, I'm so sorry.

And, of course, we'll show you
the church tomorrow.

It's spectacular. Oh, yes.

Fairleys have been marrying there
for centuries.

To family.

To family.

Family. Family.

Oh, look at them.

Did you ever see a more handsome
couple?

Oh, well, Adam and I turned a few
heads back in the day,

didn't we, Adam? He couldn't keep
his hands off me, I'm glad to say.

But Edwin is more respectful.

Priya, Edwin tells me that...

I suppose it's different, isn't it,
with a marriage of convenience?

Adele...

Convenience?

In that it's CONVENIENTLY good
for business.

My mother has an unusual sense of
humour.

Well, it IS good for business,
isn't it?

More so for ours than yours,
I suspect, Sir Vikram.

Priya, it's so wonderful that you're
going to be wearing

Adam's mother's wedding dress.

Oh, are you?

That IS wonderful.

Something borrowed.

You will fit in perfectly.

In this family, you can borrow
anything you like.

For example, Sir Vikram...

...my sister has been borrowing
my husband for some time.

Adele...

What? I'm sure Priya knows.
Don't you, darling?

She's been sleeping under
the same roof.

And if she doesn't, she ought to
know what she's marrying into.

I'm so sorry, Sir Vikram.

The truth is, my wife is...
very ill.

Oh, I have never felt better.

Well...

...this was fun.

LIBBY SOBS

I'm so sorry!

Don't do that, Libby.

Don't apologise, as though it was
just some accident, some mistake.

You wanted my husband,
and you took him.

I've loved him for a very long time.

Longer than you've loved me?

Same old Aunt Lily, then.

Remember when she caught Dad
teaching us to whistle in the house?

"Satan! They're gonna summon Satan!"

I think Dad did it on purpose
to wind her up.

Good of her to come and look after
you.

But she needn't any more.

You can come to Armley, help me
in the shop.

I can't. I'm starting boarding
school soon.

What? Yeah.

The Fairleys are paying for it.
They've been ever so kind.

Why would they be doing that?

I suppose they feel they owe us
a debt,

given how Dad saved Master Edwin's
life.

Edwin? Yeah.

That's who he ran back in for.

Emma?

Emma!

What the hell were you playing at?

Do you have any idea how important
that marriage is?

YOU are going to lecture ME on
the importance of marriage?

Adele...

The business is in an incredibly
precarious position.

Our finances are...

Oh, for God's sake. Don't bore me
with the details, darling.

I shall read about them in
the divorce papers.

We can't divorce.

Let's see.

Adultery - yes, we can be certain of
that.

And for additional grounds,

I believe I shall go for cruelty.

Cruelty?

You are the queen of cruelty.

Do you really blame me, Adele,
for seeking solace elsewhere?

Elsewhere? Perhaps not.

But my sister?

Why?

Why did it have to be her, Adam?

Because she is the only one...

...who understood what it was like

to watch you disappear.

You caged me, too, when you locked
yourself in this damn room.

In sickness and in health, Adam!

That was the vow, remember?

I spent years blaming myself.

But you abandoned me!

The second you saw that I was
sinking, you let go of my hand.

That is not true.

I tried.

You drowned yourself, Adele!

All I ever wanted to do was to
please you,

to stay on that pedestal,
where you put me.

A perfect, proper little wife...

...to sit by your side at church
every Sunday,

and then to submit to your darkest
desires every night.

I have never done a thing to you

that you didn't yearn for.

That's absolutely true.

HE INHALES SHARPLY

You loved every second of turning me
into your little wh*re.

But then you couldn't bear the
thought of being married to one.

Get on your knees.

SHE LAUGHS

I will never be on my knees again.

If I am the problem,

then why is it that Olivia and I

have been perfectly happy
without you here?

You always were unfit, Adele,
to be a wife and a mother.

Olivia, though, she's wonderful
at both,

born for it,

just like you were born...

...a dirty, rotten little...

...wh*re.

I'm coming. I'm here.

How was your trip home?

I want the grocer's.

You've only had Harte's a few
months.

What do you know about selling
groceries?

It's too soon, Emma.
It's too much to manage.

Too risky.

What could be more risky than the
loss you're already making?

I'm ready for it. Put me in there.

Not only will I pay you a month
up front,

I'll increase the rent 5%
every month,

and I'll still be making a profit.



Done!

I've never met a woman like you.

I'm not sure there's ever been one.

On that... I do have one more
proposition for you.

Help! I need help here!

Mama...

Mama!

Oh, my God!

No!

What did you say to her?

What?

Ta-da.

What is it? What's happened?

Joe Lowther and I are getting
married.

...

What?

I'm sorry, David.

But you're not serious?

Joe?

Does he know you're marrying him
for his shops?

That's not the only reason.
Oh, I do apologise.

I was forgetting, he owns a rather
nice house as well.

Emma...

I really think there's
something here,

something between us that could be
remarkable,

if we can just let it...
I've got to do this.

I really am truly sorry.

I'm sorry, but you're quite early.

That's all right. I can wait.

If you and your husband...
He's not my husband yet.

You do know I'm here about the loan?

I do. I made the appointment.

You realise an unmarried woman
cannot take out a loan of any kind?

I realise, and in less than an hour
that won't be a problem.

I don't make a habit of wearing
wedding gowns on days

I'm not getting wed.

Excuse us.

I know it's only a quick ceremony,

but I thought you might wear
something a bit smarter.

I can't do it.

I can't walk you down the aisle
to a man you don't love.

What about David?

I'm not in love with David either!

But there are feelings there,
at least,

and feelings are important.

I'm not looking. I just noticed
you hadn't closed up,

so I'm just checking that you are
still... Yes.

We're just...
Are you the groom, sir?

Yes.

Sorry, who's that?

Mr Ivens, solicitor.

And I must make sure you understand
the risks of guaranteeing

such a very large loan.

If your... bride cannot pay it back,
the debt will be yours.

Only in name.

The risk is all mine.

And I won't default. But if I did,
we've agreed it'd be my stock

we'd sell off to pay it.

The law says I need a husband to
sign on my behalf.

Well, in 45 minutes, that's exactly
what I'll have.

No-one's going into this blind,
Mr Ivens.

Emma!

I don't believe in superstition.

I think we make our own luck.

I'm not sure what I did to
get this lucky.

You head to the church.
I won't be long.

Come, if you like, Mr Ivens.
We can discuss the terms.

Emma...

Your stock? Everything you built?

This? This is just the foundations.

And the loan, what's that for?

I'm buying Dewsbury Mill.

If I'm making my own fabric,
the profit margins will be huge!

You don't know how to run a mill.

But I know a lot of men who do.

Men who loved my dad as much
as I do.

Men who are dissatisfied with
their current employer.

You're going to steal workers
from the Fairleys?

I'm just going to make them
a better offer.

So it's back, then, the rage.

I thought you were moving on.

But this is all about revenge.

Yes, it is, and it feels wonderful!

Emma!

A loveless marriage...

There are worse things!

Well, if you're so hellbent on
marrying someone you don't love,

marry me, then. I already asked you
once.

But I do love you.

Imagine me ruining your life.

Joe can help me, and he wants to.

And he's got influence.

Joe's a decent man,
and he won't be a distraction.

I let myself get carried away
thinking I could put all of this

behind me, put them behind me.
And now my father's dead.

That wasn't your fault.
Oh, I know that.

My father's blood's on Fairley
hands! And I won't rest until

every drop of theirs is on mine!

No Fairley will ever come near me or
my family ever again!

You can't tell me who to love.

I'm a grown woman.

I'm simply giving you a choice

between Jim Fairley and your future
at this company.

You don't even know him.

Only his surname.

Do you think it's a coincidence,
his interest in you?

My grandchild? My protegee?

Neither of us knew who the other was
when we first met.

Oh, come along, Paula!
Don't be so naive!

The whole world knows I've been
training you to be me,

to take over everything!

Of course a Fairley would seek
to take advantage.

What if this isn't about you?

As incomprehensible as that may seem
to someone so...

...self-centred!

You have no idea what I have
sacrificed.

What if Jim loves me for me?

The fact that you think I would want
to be you,

surrounded by people but entirely
alone!

No, thank you. I choose life!

INTERCOM: Yes, Mrs Harte?

Jerry...

Mrs Harte?

Would you call an ambulance, please?

Mrs Harte?

I think I'm having a heart attack.

Oh, my God!

Mrs Harte?

Mrs Harte!

It's Christmas Eve, and there are
stockings that need hanging,

trees that need decking.

I can't just pretend to be a regular
friend of your family.

I was hoping we might get to,
er, lie in?

Do I fall short in that department?

Are you all right?

I am now!

Joe deserves some consolation
for his absentee wife.

Where's the child you had that
belongs to my brother?