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.
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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...?
I'm good at being in charge.
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.
- 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...
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...
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.
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!
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?
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.
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...
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!
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!
- 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.
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.
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.
You loved every second of turning me into your little whore.
But then you couldn't bear the thought of being married to one.
Get on your knees.
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...
whore.
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.
- 10 %. - Eight.
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?
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!
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!
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