All language subtitles for Mr Selfridge - Sesong 4 - EP 4 (2013) HD - WETA

Neuropathy is caused
by a tumour on my brain.

You don't have to face this
on your own.

JIMMY: Interesting arrangement,
Harry.

The Dollies win, you lose.
The Dollies lose, you also lose.

I'll know you're good for it when
you've paid me, Mr Selfridge.

I'll double your salary. I want
you to work for me in New York.

This is my chance, to take
the next step in my career.

At the expense of mine.

HARRY: I just made you a millionaire
many times over.

You gambled with everything
I've built to do it.

- And I won. We won.
- You've lost Violette.

You're in danger of losing everyone
who truly cares about you.

Ready when you are.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press,
we've been shopping.

All of these wonderful stores

have now been added to the Selfridge
provincial family.

Making it the largest
retail group in Europe.

And that's not all.

Because of the unparalleled success
of the Selfridge Trust,

we now can invest like never before.

These are the best of times
and they will never end.

Mr Grove.

Good morning, Mr Grove.

Good to see you back at work,
Mr Grove.

It's good to be back, Mr Selfridge.

(AUDIENCE LAUGH)

That's all well and good,
Mr Selfridge,

but err... why are we here?

- What do you mean?
- The stores are British.

You could have made this
announcement in London

just as lavishly.

I hope this isn't an attempt
to curry favour?

You good people are beyond reproach.
(AUDIENCE LAUGH) Yes?

Could I ask why your son Gordon
isn't here?

First things first.

Err... why are we here?
Good question, simple answer.

Why not?
(AUDIENCE LAUGH)

(APPLAUSE)

Apologies.

I did wonder
if we were meeting today.

I thought you may have accompanied
your father to France?

I er... I'm more use on the ground.

Besides, young Ralph wanted
to attend the reading tomorrow.

It's a treat to hear AA Milne
read Winnie the Pooh.

I'm sure I'll see my Father then.

Would you like
to have been there?

I prefer to leave my mark
through hard work

rather than manipulation
of public opinion.

That's a rather hard reading
of the situation, if I may say so.

Well, you did ask, Mr Crabb.

Shall we get to work?

The showman himself

will point to the highly-fashionable
nature of Biarritz

as reason enough
for this announcement, semi-colon,

but others will wonder if
Mr Selfridge has gotten out of town

in order to escape the familial heat

these acquisitions are rumoured
to have generated, full stop.

Sign it off, Molly,
let Harold sub it.

- What's this, Edwards?
- Open it.

We're at the flea pit in Anglet.

Not anymore, Flic.

The chief brought you over here,

it's only right
you enjoy the scenery.

Oh, a small tab has been placed
on your room too.

Drinks at six in the Empress bar.
Should be a night to remember!

Another puff-piece.

Does he think we're stupid?
He can't control us.

Don't be so dull.

I'm just saying there are better
Selfridge stories out there.

I know you have a good one.

It's a peach
but I've been warned off.

Orders from Wynnstay
himself, apparently.

Since when do gossip columnists
listen to orders?

The rooms were an inspired idea.
I've never seen hacks so happy.

- It's going to cost you, though.
- It's worth it.

Keep them well oiled up tonight,
see what you can pick up.

- Always good to be one step ahead.
- Right-o. No night off for me, then!

- Bonjour!
- Bonjour, monsieur.

What on earth are you doing here?

Mucking in while the chief's away.

I see Mrs de Bolotoff
is organising an event

for the orphans
of fallen servicemen.

Lord Wynnstay's charity.

Who'd have thought?

Don't look at me with pity, Arthur.

What about your diagnosis?

What I told you
was uttered in haste.

No-one else need know about it.

I am well! I am able.

Look at me. Look!

You cannot ignore what's happening.

I'll be on my rounds.

Sorry, Freddy, it's... Eeyore's House.

It's not supposed to be so... sturdy.

What, so just make it
more slapdash?

I can't do that,
I trained at The Slade!

Err... excuse me.

A little bit more respect for
Mrs de Bolotoff, please, Freddy.

It's always me that
has to accommodate.

- You know your AA Milne.
- Tatiana's been captivated.

I wanted to share the magic
with children who aren't read to

as much as they might have been.

Well, it's a great cause.

You've thrown this together
really quickly.

My Mother... and
especially my Grandmother,

instilled a sense of practicality.

I guess this
is in honour of them as well.

My favourite's Piglet.

Me, too.

Mrs Towler nabbed me on the way in,

said she's coming down to
have a chat'.

I know I messed things up...

but I didn't mean to!

It wasn't all my fault.

Let Mrs Towler be in charge.

You can be quite... quite
quick to speak.

Rude, do you mean?

Oh!

Look. When she comes,
just...

...be respectful.

Practise. It will help.

Now you're just pulling
a silly face!

I'm not!

Ah, Miss Grove.

And how are you today?

Very well, thank you, Mrs Towler.

Hmm. It's nice and neat... well done.

I hope whilst you've been down here

you've had time to reflect
on your place in the store.

Yes, Mrs Towler.

Good.

Well, gather your things.

Report to Fashion when you're ready.

Excuse me.

What a wonderful sight.

Pitch in, Harry.
We're in awful trouble!

The Whiteleys aren't playing fair.

Heard you were in, Selfridge.

A grand party for such modest shops.

Pratts. The behemoth of Streatham.

- You play, ladies.
I have some things to take care of.
- Our credit's up.

William's taken the bank
and has licked us clean.

Add a thousand francs to my bill.

Thank you, Harry!

Drinks on us if we win!

Mae! What are you doing here?

Bonjour, Harry.

Well, I had a little business
in Toulouse and then Jimmy called,

said that you were having
lots of fun,

so I thought I'd crash the party.

- You don't mind, do you?
- Not at all.

Harry, you were wonderful
in there.

They were eating out of the palm
of your hand.

None of it would have been possible
without your stroke of genius.

Oh, I didn't realise
this was a meeting

of the Harry/Jimmy
mutual appreciation society.

Well, I feel like something
of a lemon now.

Dry as a bone.

That's why I like her.

The bar is open.
Let's have some fun!

Hey, George, how are you?

Good to see you.

- Oh! Hello.
- Sorry?

No harm done, old chap.

Can't take the heat, Edwards?

- Felicity. On full alert, as ever.
- That's my job.

Any scraps?

How are Rosalie
and Serge de Bolotoff?

Can't we have a night off?

Of course. I'll have a French 75.

Soixante-quinze
and a whisky, merci...

...in a state of undress.
I was speechless... for once.

But Harry, to be fair,
ever the perfect gentleman,

just cast his eyes skywards
and said, "Oh, what lovely corbels!"

Corbels!

I had to say something.

How'd it go? Not so great, huh?

Right, I'll order
some more Champagne.

- Yes, please.
- Don't let us
- get too tight tonight, Harry.

We have a movie audition tomorrow.

- Yes, you do.
- Who for?

Oswald Stone. Stone Pictures.

The Red Stockings?
The Nymph of the Glen?

You've been out of the country
too long, Mae.

I know Mr Stone from the club.

Maybe I'll come and watch.
Where's the audition?

- Beaconsfield.
- The glamour!

Oh, that's better.

This is quite the seduction
Harry's organised.

What's it like
being on the other side?

Are we off the record?

It's hard.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy working
for Harry and he's a dear friend,

but on occasions like this
you meet old pals.

Cub reporters when I started out.

Now they're feature writers,
finance editors, books galore.

Lost opportunities?

One drink and I'm already maudlin.

Perhaps you just need another one?

Could I get two bottles
of Champagne?

Care for a drink, Mr Dillon?

We've had an awfully good night.

No, no, no, thank you.

I suppose it's all Harry's
money in the end.

What do you care
from whose hand it comes?

Everything OK?

We were just congratulating
Mr Dillon on his financial acumen.

The magician of the Square Mile.

He is a great asset.

- Evening, Gentlemen.
- That's it, Jimmy. Do as your owner tells you.

Keep walking, it's fine, it's fine.
They're just looking for sport.

Everything all right?

Everything's fine. Just fine.

Mr D'Ancona. What can I do for you?

You know how I deal
with outstanding debts?

First, I ask with a smile.

Then I ask without.

Do I owe you something?

You don't owe me anything

but we have a mutual friend.

I'm trying to be tolerant
but my good nature is being tested.

Who are you talking about?

Harry owes you money?

A magician...

...opened up the orange,
pulled out his signature!

Oh, Harry, they are beautiful.
Thank you.

(SCREAMS)

We've won the man lottery.

Look, it is amazing.

You are the most amazing man
I have ever met.

Ah, well. There we are.

(WHISTLING)

(APPLAUSE)

Rosie!

You are not getting away with this.

Don't you dare touch my stuff.

Jenny... what do you think
you are doing?

Ladies. Please. I will get you both
matching necklaces!

Well, that's rather taken the sheen
off things, hasn't it?

They really can't behave, can they?

I think Harry rather enjoys
the spectacle.

Harry loves the spectacle.

Mae, how are you this evening?

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Lord Loxley was a member
of our club.

How marvellous for you.

Not sure he would have approved
of your choice of... companion.

But then, you are on holiday.

An 'exotic' holiday.

I hear that's the thing
to do this season.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Why don't you two call it a night?

Why don't you fetch me a daiquiri?

Jimmy.

Oh, and while you're at it...
polish these.

(CHUCKLES)

Frank?

Come on. come on, boys. No. come on.

Oh, Jesus!

- Get out!
- Come on! Come on!

Come on, Jimmy.

(GROANS)

- Are you OK?
- Oh, boy.

That was exciting.

Argh!

Enough! Stop that.
What's got into you?

You get somewhere, you achieve
something and there's always,

always someone ready
to push you down!

But they're playboys, they're
vacuous, desperate playboys.

Oh, God, let's have a drink
and forget about it.

People say things to you,
don't they?

Is it 'the thing to do'?

An 'exotic holiday'?

Are you really saying that to me?

Am I wrong?

Am I wrong?!

People talk. People say things.

Of course they do.
I don't care about any of that.

It's this. Your temper.

This is what I don't like.

Mae, I'm sorry.

Get some sleep, Jimmy.

Where are we?

Shh. Shh. (GIGGLES)

Come in quickly. (LAUGHS)

You know what we forgot
to do tonight?

Eat. I know a place.

I'll take you there.

All right.

I'll hand it to you, Harry.

- You do know all the best spots.
- (CHUCKLES)

It's not bad, is it?

Merci beaucoup?

Sweet couple. I wonder
how long they've been together.

Well, he looks like her third
husband and she has worn him out.

Pierre looks exhausted.

It's just so calm, isn't it?
So still.

No shrieking. No glasses clinking.

It makes you realise how fast
everything else is going.

I think we can walk
back to the hotel.

It's a mile or so
along the beach.

- Mile-a-minute Harry.
- Got to live up to the name.

So... I told you
that I came for the party.

Actually, I wanted to see you.

Why?

Well, I understand that things

haven't been especially cordial
between you and Gordon.

No. No, they are fine.

He's not here and it's been noticed.
Did you invite him?

Of course I did. He declined.

That must hurt.

(SIGHS) If he wants to miss out
on all the fun,

that's his decision.

Oh, last night wasn't fun, Harry.
It was ugly.

Don't sit in judgment on me.

- I'm not.
- I get enough of that from my family.

Ask anyone that's there today
if they had fun.

- They'll say they did.
- Because you insisted.

Because you control
every single moment.

Could we get a cheque, please?
L'addition, s'il vous plait?

- What, now I've upset you?
- Merci.

Merci beaucoup.

A beautiful place. Wonderful.

Oh, Harry!

Hang on. Harry.

Harry!

Harry, stop!

Stop!

I keep moving...

...because... that's all I can do.

I know that. We're cut
from the same cloth, you and I.

Noise and colour

and sex and laughter,
it drowns out an awful lot.

But in the end it all goes
and what will you be left with?

Friendship? Yes.

Family.

Make it up with Gordon.
He's your son.

I'm sorry if I upset you.

I'm sorry.

Don't ever apologise again.

I'll fix it.

- (SIGHS) I'm thankful that you're here.
- Oh!

JOURNALIST: So we don't
have to pay anything?

FRANK: No. No. The chief's
got it all under control.

- Thanks very much.
- See you in London. Yeah.

Any chance I could bunk aboard
your plane?

- We're full.
- So, we have to shlep
- back on the boat-train?

- You'll all be home in three hours.
- The party's over, Flic.

From hero to coward, eh, Frank?

Didn't last night mean anything?

I was drunk
and I regret it bitterly.

- Morning, Frank.
- Morning.
- Morning, Harry.

I do hope you enjoy the column
I'm going to write.

I'm sure I will.

Where have you been?
The plane leaves in an hour,

- I've been banging on your door.
- We went for a walk. Are you OK?

- Hangover?
- No. It's half Champagne, half elbow.

Harry, I must apologise for
my atrocious behaviour last night.

Mae tells me it was self defence.
No harm done.

- Try telling that to my head.
- My apologises, Frank.

Immense fun last night, Harry.

We can't stop. Beaconsfield awaits!

Oh, yes. Oh, good luck.

Are you going to wear the feathers
or the fruit?

I was going to wear my necklace
but it's ruined.

- I'll have it fixed.
- No, Harry. Rosie will pay.

I was a little lonesome last night.

I didn't want to cause
any more difficulties.

Where did you go last night?

A little walk and talk...
some breakfast.

Excuse me.

MAN: All that remains is the bill.

And are you feeling better?

Well, I don't know if I should
be ashamed or proud,

but apparently this is the largest
bill they have ever issued.

I knew you could drink, but come on!

I've invited prominent families
to attend today.

They'll bring their children

and they'll make friends
with the children from the Church.

That way, perhaps lasting
friendships can be built

and donations may be more regular.

You sound more and more
like your Father.

Fairness and spirit
stand us all in good stead'.

Ah, Mr Milne.
I'm Rosalie de Bolotoff,

Mr Selfridge's eldest daughter.

He's assured me he'll be back
in time to hear you read.

You write a very persuasive letter,
Mrs de Bolotoff.

And Lord Wynnstay, is it true
you have a softer side?

My secret is out.

Christopher?

What do you think?

I like it, Father. It's very fine.

Roger, do you have a moment?

Yes, of course.

Hello, Roger.

I'll leave you to it.

Oh. This was you, was it?

Called her?

Interfered.

I had to do something.

It's unforgivable, Arthur.

I don't know what Arthur told you,

but whatever it was
he crossed a line.

He had to. He's your friend.

Why didn't you contact me?

And say what?

Is there anything that can be done?
Have you seen other doctors?

Josie.

I know you, you take the word
of the first official at face value.

You could see a specialist.

- Mr Selfridge could find you one?
- This is none of the chief's concern.

- There could be a treatment, a procedure.
- Josie.

Please.

Does he even know?

Oh!

And what about the children?

You haven't told them, have you?

I appreciate your visit.
Really, I do.

Now, if you'll forgive me,
I must get back to work.

(ELEVATOR PINGS)

MERYL: Miss Mardle.

Meryl?

My Goodness. How you've grown.

19. Working in Fashion.

Well, congratulations.

I'm surprised your father
allowed you.

He was always rather against
the idea of you working here.

I've proved myself capable,
Miss Mardle.

Things are well at home?

Wonderful. The children
are thriving, happy at school,

lots of friends...

We have a system.
We all muck in together.

We're very close...

...we've had to be.

Are you here on business?

Yes. Of a sort.

Staying long?

I don't know at the moment, Meryl.

I won't keep you
if you need to get on.

Welcome, welcome, children.

Take a seat. Don't run!

Take your time, take your time.
Please. Welcome.

We were expecting the Dolly Sisters,

not the Dolly Sister.

We were expecting a car.

We usually get a car...
for auditions.

I'm sure they send golden chariots
for your casino shows,

but this is the movies.

Opportunities come...
and then they go.

Well, they're the same.

What Rosie does, Jenny does.

Where is she?

I don't know. She said
she was going home to get changed.

(This is so humiliating.)

Do you mind?

- (MAN LAUGHS)
- This isn't going to work.

At least let her try.

- (Good luck.)
- (Thank you.)

Miss Mardle?

Kitty. What a lovely surprise.

- What you doing here?
- Business.

But I couldn't resist a quick
inspection of the old neighbourhood.

Aw. The 'old neighbourhood'
Listen to you!

Have you got time for a cup of tea?

Yes.

What's it like over there?

Do you think I'd like it?

Oh, New York
was made for you, Kitty.

Really?

They have a certain way over there.

People know where
they want to go in their life

and they seek it out
with all of their heart.

They don't feel shame,
they don't feel embarrassed.

People respect that.

They call it Moxie.

What a funny word.

Have you seen Mr Grove?

Briefly, yes.

Still sore?

They still talk about you
in the store.

New girls on their first days learn
about the legendary Miss Mardle.

If anyone's got Moxie, it's you.

That's very kind of you.

But if life's taught me anything,

it's that work is not
the be-all and end-all.

I wish I'd learnt that earlier.

Well... there's always time
to change one's priorities.

Don't you think?

"It just shows what can be done
by taking a little trouble,"

said Eeyore.

"Do you see, Pooh?
Do you see, Piglet?

Brains first, then hard work.

Look at it!

That's the way to build a house,"
said Eeyore proudly.

So they left him in it.

And Christopher Robin
went back to lunch

with his friends Pooh and Piglet

and on the way they told him of
the awful mistake they had made.

And when he had finished laughing,

they all sang the Outdoor Song
For Snowy Weather

the rest of the way home.

Piglet, who was still not quite sure
of his voice,

putting in the tiddely-poms again.
"And I know it seems easy,"

said Piglet to himself,

"but it isn't every one
who could do it."

Mr Milne, thank you.

Your stories remind us
of our innocence.

Thank you, Mr Selfridge.

Come on.

Gordon. How have things been going?

As you would expect.

I hear France was a success,
Mr Selfridge.

You're always magnificent
at those events.

Well, I'm sorry that Gordon
couldn't make it.

We'll always remember today,
won't we, Ralph?

That's what matters.

We'll be having supper at the
Criterion before heading home.

You're welcome to join us?

I should return home myself.
It's been a long couple of days.

Of course. Come on, then. Bye-bye.

I've got something for you.

Oh, The New Yorker?

Elizabeth reads it.

I don't get all the jokes
but she thinks it's a scream.

I've heard good things. I'll give
that a read tomorrow. Thank you.

Ooh!

That was a long couple of days.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

I used to enjoy getting away,
seeing things, but...

this time there
was an emptiness to it.

It made me realise that true joy

lies in hearth and home.

You mean the world to me, Kitty.

It sounds like you've
been doing some thinking.

I have, yes.

Perhaps we were a little hasty...

...dismissing the idea of children.

What?!

You were dead against it before.

I just, I feel we've been running
around the whole time,

looking for something
and maybe we've already got it.

Maybe we can make it
even stronger.

You have a visitor, sir.

Mrs de Bolotoff left him
in the living room.

Thank you, Fraser.

Mr D'Ancona came to see me.

Wanted me to remind you of certain
outstanding matters.

- Are you in his employ now?
- Certainly not.

Then I suggest you keep your nose
out of my business.

You'd be a fool to ignore him.

It's in hand. I've been to the bank.
I have a draft.

He'd take a cheque. Unless there
weren't the funds to honour it?

I'm one of the wealthiest men
in London.

Do you really think that I can't
afford to pay a gambling debt?

Mr Selfridge... Harry.
I'm just passing on a message.

Mr D'Ancona, Harry Selfridge.

I have something for you. Meet me
at my club at, say, 11 o'clock?

Thank you.'

Can you read it now?

Wash and change first. Go on.

All right, Mrs Green, I've got it.

Things have changed in here.

Time can't stand still.

Sometimes I wish it had.

You know I find it almost amusing,

the prospect of death
has made the heart grow fonder.

Oh, Roger! You always knew
how to go for the jugular.

What did you imagine
was going to happen?

That you wander back in here
with your magic wand

and make everything better?
- No.

- I just want to help.
- Well, you can't.

It's too late.

You left. You walked away from me.

Do you think railing against me
changes what's happening to you?

I have no desire to go over
old ground, I'm tired.

Well, I'm stubborn...

...and I will not leave you again.

Josie, can't you understand?

I don't want you to see me diminish.

You'll never diminish in my eyes.

I will.

I will. I will wither and I'll die.

What are you talking about?

I'll be at the King's Hotel.

It's not true, is it?

I'm afraid it is.

I have cancer, Meryl.

It's in my lungs and my liver

and there isn't anything
that can be done.

(SOBS) No.

You're lying!

It isn't true.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what else I can say.

No!

(WEEPS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Who's calling at this hour?

I'll see to it, Mrs de Bolotoff.

I need to talk to Mrs de Bolotoff.
Excuse me.

Who is it, Fraser?

Lord Wynnstay. What are you
doing here? Is everything OK?

I've been to the presses. I tried
to stop them. It's too late.

What is it?

(GASPS)

Please, please, do not think
that I sanctioned this.

Please leave.

I can stay and speak to Harry.

Please. Just go.

Why so glum, chum?

Congratulations on the movie.

I couldn't have done it without you.

I don't know...

There's something 'forever'
about the pictures, isn't there?

You never grow old
on the silver screen.

I'll be right back.

You've got her all excited.
They won't let you down.

One of our investors has pulled out

and it looks like
it won't be happening.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Yes.

It was going to be quite a picture.

We were going to approach you
to shoot some scenes in the store.

(SIGHS) I'll let Rosie know
in the morning.

(No point ruining her night.)

Oswald?

What type of figure are we
talking about for this movie?

In the region of 50,000.

- MAN: A telephone call, Mr Selfridge.
- Thank you.

My God. Are you serious?

She earned her shot.

Let her have it.

- I will.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello?

Rosalie. Slow down, honey!'

A hotel filled with journalists
and you didn't hear about this?

What are you talking about?

The Herald have printed a column
of despicable lies.

This is tittle-tattle.
This'll blow over.

My family means everything to me and
I will not have their names smeared.

Tomorrow, in the office,

I want you to cancel
every single ad in this paper.

Oh, Harry, sleep on it.
That's an over reaction.

I'm supposed
to take advice from you?

What does that mean?
You may own dozens of stores

but you don't own the press
and neither do I.

If you want the adulation,
you have to take the jeers.

This could have been controlled.
You took your eye off the ball.

I worked my fingers to the bone
in France and what did I get?

- An elbow on the head...
- You got more than that, Frank.

You were with the woman
who wrote this that night

and the next morning. Did you sleep
with her? Is this her revenge?

Get out! Get out!

We'll talk about it
in the light of day.

(SIGHS)

You must be mistaken. He called.

I'm sorry, sir.

Show me to his table.

I am not your puppet.

We both know that you can't afford
to lose my advertising contract.

Cut!
I've always wanted to do that.

Have you ever thought that we're
too wrapped up in ourselves

to notice that we're drifting apart?

We've got Victor Colleano bringing
his club night to Selfridges.

A Night With The Stars.

Dear God.

I feel like an old fool, Mae.
They've been bleeding me dry.

And what did you expect?

I own one of the biggest
stores in the world.

Your stature doesn't make you safer.
It makes you more of a liability.