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Where are you going?

I have to go
to the work.

There's a party tonight
in Bloomsbury.

It's an exhibition or a book
or a birthday or something.

I've actually no idea, but
everyone's gonna be there.

I have a business event.

Of course, don't give it
another thought.

You can come with me.

Really?

But I have nothing
to wear.

I think you're fine
just the way you are.

(chuckles)

My treat.

Morning.

Is there any coffee?

They've just bought up
a fresh pot, let me.

They not have coffee where
you spent the night?

Wherever that was.

Violette was just saying
that we still need to decide

on the epitaph for Grandma,

and the funeral director called

to ask if we'd chosen
a memorial stone.

I don't have time
to think about that now.

It's been a week
since the funeral,

you can't run away from this.

I'm not running away
from anything.

Pa, you're out every night,

the gossip columns
are full of stories.

I appreciate your concern,
Violette, but I'm fine.

No, Pa, you're not.

I don't need my children
telling me how I should behave.

Come on, Meryl , mustn't be late
for the hustle and bustle

of the stock room.

Oh, you've heard.

Mmm.

It wasn't my fault.

All I did was tell the truth.

Oh, you never know, it might
all work out for the best.

You did say you were willing
to start at the bottom.

You could speak
to Mrs. Towler.

If she thinks you belong
in the stockroom,

who am I to
disagree with her?

Now, where's my hat?

You left it upstairs.

Ah.

What's the point of having
a father in management

if he isn't willing to indulge
in a bit of favoritism?

You see that's the problem
with the young generation.

Absolutely no respect
for your elders.

(giggling)

Sorry.

Are you hurt?

Just my dignity.

Look closely.
It's fine.

Fine's not good enough,
it's got to be flawless.

You look lovely.

Oh, why ask a man?

This is Elizabeth Arden.

I've got one chance
to make a good impression.

What's so special
about her anyway?

She invented
astringent, Frank.

Without her, we'd all still be
washing our faces with soap.

I do wash my face
with soap.

Well there you are.

Whatever's the matter,
Mr. Grove?

A slight disagreement
with a flight of stairs.

What's all this?

Nothing you...
nothing you need

concern yourself with,
Mr. Crabb.

Mr. Grove, are you in pain?

Mr. Selfridge and Miss Arden
will see you now.

Oh, Mrs. Edwards, good morning,
I would like to introduce you

to my very good friend,
Miss Elizabeth Arden.

You've been here
since the beginning,

haven't you, Mrs. Edwards?

Your department
took make-up

from under the counter
and put it on display.

Well, I don't think,
I can take the credit...

No, you can't,
because I did it first.

But Selfridge's
was the first to do it

this side of the Atlantic,

and for that
you should be applauded.

Shall we get started?

Oh, right now?

We have three days
to get this concession

up and running after that.

I got to get back
to New York.

I'll leave you in the capable
hands of Mrs. Edwards.

Hurry up,
Mrs. Edwards.

You really must cultivate
a sense of urgency.

Violette called to ask
if you're free for lunch.

Your diary is clear.

Tell her I'm unavailable.

Very well, Mr. Selfridge.

It's the wrong color.

It's the wrong color.

Oh, well it's baby pink,

the exact shade
you specified.

It doesn't fit.

No, I couldn't agree more.

I did in fact send a telegram
to your New York office

expressing precisely
that opinion,

but I was informed that this
is the official color

for all Elizabeth Arden
concessions.

Mr. Lyons, Freddy,
the public can't see this;

it's got to change.

Don't you agree,
Mrs. Edwards?

Mrs. Edwards?

Well it... it does stick out,
rather.

The store opens
in 20 minutes,

it's not possible
to change it now.

If you had two minutes
and it was Christmas Eve,

I'd still make you do it.

I simply can't.

19 minutes.

You're wasting time,
Mr. Lyons.

Mr. Jones.

Never settle for anything
less than perfection.

Let's get breakfast.

I've already had
my breakfast.

Not like this you haven't.

This is intolerable,
I'm perfectly well.

You can barely stand.

I'm quite comfortable.

If I require medical assistance
I shall ask for it myself.

What exactly
is the problem?

It's his leg, he had a fall.

I can speak for myself,
thank you.

I'm just trying to be helpful.

Best that you leave
the patient to me.

Now, let's have
a look at the injury.

You've given yourself
a nasty bruise.

You'll need an x-ray.

I haven't time
for such things.

And in the meantime,
you need to get off that leg.

I'll call the Middlesex and
tell him you're on your way.

I can't leave the store,
I'm far too busy.

You can take a car
to the hospital

or I can push you there
in a wheelchair myself.

It's entirely
your choice.

Elizabeth Arden isn't just
about promoting make-up,

it's about helping women
to become the wives

their husbands
need them to be.

An Elizabeth Arden negligee

isn't just a pretty
piece of chiffon,

it's something a woman
can put on at 6:00 p.m.,

to greet her husband home
after a hard day's work.

It's past 6:00 now,

one might ask why you
aren't at home in chiffon

awaiting your husband?

Whenever I can, I do.

But I'm prepared to make
sacrifices for women everywhere.

You talk a great deal about
how a woman's life should be,

doting on her
husband, children.

But you've left
your husband

on the other side
of the Atlantic

and you've chosen not
to have children yourself.

May I ask which beauty
magazine you represent?

I'm from the
Christian Herald.

That well known
cosmetics title.

(chuckling)

You're right.

I am married

and I continue to work.

I feel no shame about it.

I work because children
were a gift the Lord

chose not to bestow
upon my husband and me.

But Thomas has
his hands full

running our concessions
nationwide.

And I... well, I just
try to bring some beauty

into women's lives.

(applause)

Thank you.

Thank you for
your questions.

Who the hell let
the bible-basher in?

We don't make a habit of
excluding the press here.

You can't control them,
you can't control the story.

And that's everything.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I have a few more things to do
before my day is quite over.

Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen,

some very
stimulating questions.

(whispering): She had no right
to ask those questions.

Oh, I made all that up.

I never wanted children.

But tell that to a room
full of women

and they'll burn you
at the stake.

I know that feeling
very well.

Good for you.

GORDON: So Cambridge will be out
of debt by the end of next year,

and at Sheffield
we've managed

a one and a half percent
rise in profits.

One and a half,
we should send a hamper.

Everyone's been working
very hard for you,

and no one more than Gordon.

And I'm grateful,
Grace, truly.

After expansion,
all businesses

go through periods
of consolidation, Pa.

Consolidation--
sounds like something

you need castor oil for.

Our investments
are growing steadily.

You just need a little patience.

Come on I want to hear
what Jimmy Dillon's

got to say to his investors.

HARRY:
He's picked a great venue.

Jimmy.

Ah, you came,
I'm honored.

I wouldn't miss it.
Mae.

Good to see you.

It's been a while.

I see things have progressed
in my absence.

Another reason
to celebrate?

Listen, how've you been
since the funeral?

Tonight is not the night
to talk of maudlin things.

Shall we go in?

You look
beautiful tonight.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,

or as you should be
more accurately described,

shareholders.

I bring you news from
the London Stock Exchange.

The newly floated Queensway
Theatre Trust shares

closed at up 57.

Not only have you
saved your theater,

but you have tripled the
value of your investments.

(applause)

Impressive, isn't he?

He is.

Excuse me gentlemen,
I smell a free bar.

The money men
are the future.

The day of the
salesman is over.

Now John Lewis is dead,
there's only you.

How does it feel to be
a dinosaur, Harry?

You should know, you're the
biggest dinosaur of them all.

(chuckles)

As long as there is news,
they'll be papers.

Print is forever.

DILLON: So tonight, it
is your bold enthusiasm

for this new and exciting
opportunity that allows us

not only to celebrate
the prosperity of the trust,

but the
Queen's Way Theatre.

Congratulations.

(applause)

Guess what, Harry.

The star of the night.

Mr. Dillon,
my husband was trying

to explain your trust to me.

I'm afraid he wasn't
very successful.

No, no it's perfectly straight
forward, Mrs. Selfridge.

Okay, the theater sells
the shares to a trust

that it already owns.

The trust then splits
the shares in two

and sells each new share
for the price of the old one.

Essentially the theater
sells the shares

and keeps half
at the same time.

Is that entirely ethical?

It's entirely legal.

It's entirely brilliant,
that's what it is.

Thank you.

We should set up
one of your trusts.

To sell what?

The provincial stores.

Well, hold on a minute.

It would... it would give us
a huge influx of cash.

I've... I've spent ten years
building up those stores.

And it's time that you
reaped the rewards.

What do you say?

It's never been attempted
on that scale before.

Are you interested?

Of course I'm interested.

DILLON: The trust would have a
capital of two million shares

divided into one million
six percent cumulative

preference shares
of one pound each

and one million
ordinary share,

same value.

How many would
Selfridge's retain?

900,000, divided
between Gordon and Harry.

Well?

It's certainly an
unorthodox proposal.

And it's certainly not what
these trusts were intended for.

We'd be...

Exploiting a loophole
in the law.

Excellent.

That's settled then.

Hold on.

If there's low uptake
our shares would devalue

or we could lose control
of the stores.

That's 15 stores, 5,000 staff,

many of whom have worked for us
for a decade.

It's their livelihoods
we'd be gambling with.

You saw how successful
the theater flotation was,

if we don't move now
others will get the same idea.

Pa, we should wait until you can
make a considered decision.

This is my considered opinion.

We've only just
buried Grandma.

I am getting weary

of this conversation.
Pa, please!

This is great for the store,
and it is great for us.

Get on board.

Mr. Dillon, my father's just
suffered a major bereavement.

His mother was
everything to him.

Yes, I understand.

Given my father's...
situation,

I would consider it a favor
if you would withdraw

your proposal at this time.

I can't do that.

You know, Mr. Dillon,
it would be unfair

to take advantage of
someone who is grieving.

I find that offensive.

My father could
lose a fortune.

If you disapprove
of the trust,

you should speak
to your father, not me.

You have a visitor.

Hello.

Arthur.

I wasn't expecting anyone.

I can't stay long.

Here.

It's for you.

Ah, thank you.

How's the leg?

Sore.

But it's the enforced idleness
that's killing me.

We're working men,
we always have been.

I had X-rays and endless
tests at the hospital.

Well, I shall see my doctor
in a couple of days time

and if I can persuade him
to give me the all clear,

I shall be back at my desk.

Open it up.

"Build your own
radio receiver."

I already have a wireless.

I bought it for Ernest.

Oh, right yes.

Of course.

Of course.

You could always
do it with him.

Splendid idea.

(children singing)

(children singing)

May I?

Of course.

I didn't know you were
a member of this church.

No.

I was just passing.

I wanted to light a candle
for my grandmother.

So sorry to hear.

It was very sudden.

We're all still reeling.

(children singing)

Lord Wynnstay,
Sally would like to say

something to you on behalf
of all the children.

Thank you.

What are they
thanking you for?

Lord Wynnstay
is our patron.

Of the choir?

Of the orphanage.

Without him these children
would not have a roof

over their heads.

I really must be going,
excuse me.

Thank you for coming
and thank you once again.

Lord Wynnstay,
wait!

Bye bye .

I lost my son in the war,

so I give these
war orphans a home

and I get to put
a balm on my sorrow.

It's nothing to be
embarrassed about.

Quite the opposite.

Mrs. de Bolotoff,
I would hate my tragedy

to become the
subject of gossip.

Of course, I'll keep
your confidence.

On one condition.

Oh yes?

You let me do something
for the children.

Perhaps a charity
event at the store'?

(Sighs)

I don't understand,

we followed the
instructions to the letter.

It's a toy, it's meant
for little children.

Well, it was
still fun to make.

Yes.

Hold on.

Yeah.

There's the offender.

A loose wire.

(radio static)

Right, let's see
what we can find.

♪ Must always wear his hat ♪

♪ Where did you get that hat? ♪

Oh, now your mother
used to love this song.

She'd make me dance
with her to it.

She used to drag me
to the dance floor.

She was a wonderful dancer
your mother.

Wonderful.

Show me.

Other way.

♪ There's someone sure
to shout at me ♪

(chuckling)

♪ Without the slightest reason ♪

♪ If I go to a concert hall ♪

Round you go.

♪ To have a jolly spree ♪

(laughter)

♪ Where did you get that hat? ♪

You thought wireless sets
were just for little children.

(laughing)

I'll sit this one out.

Ah, very good.

ROSALIE: Grandma looks
so beautiful here.

"Wisconsin, 1870."

That must be Pa.

I can't imagine
him young.

What are you doing?

We're sorting Grandma's things;
we're almost through.

Please leave her things alone.

We're just trying to help.

You won't talk about it, you
won't do what needs to be done,

meanwhile Grandma's
grave is unadorned.

It's not right.

I will attend to it
in my own good time.

Let's sort it out now.
I have to go.

Oh, that will really help.

Pa, please.

Stay.

We can do it together.

I'll see you all
in the morning.

HARRY:
£250.

Raise the pot.

£500 .

Too rich for my blood.

DEALER:
£500 to you, sir.

You've got a tell,
Miss Dolly.

I've figured you out.

Put your money where
your mouth is, Mr. Selfridge.

(chuckles)

The lady wins.

FRANK: Right, time
for bed, I'm out.

No one's leaving, no excuses.

No, I've got to be up
in the morning.

I have a very
demanding employer.

I'd stay but
I'm all out.

The Dollies win,
you lose.

The Dollies lose,
you also lose.

They are an
expensive hobby, Harry.

You've had
a bad run of luck.

I'm up tonight.

It's the other nights
that concern me.

You know I'm good for it.

I'll know you're
good for it

when you've paid me,
Mr. Selfridge.

Not before.

(door closes)

(phone ringing)

Maida Vale double two one?

Well, you can't,
she's asleep.

Oh, it's for you.

At this hour?

Hello?

What is it?

What's wrong?

I'm fine.

Really.

That's my husband.

With the girl
he's screwing.

Who took these pictures?

A private detective.

I had him followed.

She's 22,
one of my staff.

I trained her.

Probably desperate
to give him

a whole brood
of little brats.

Well, if he thinks
I'll settle

for the sake
of the Arden name,

he's got another thing coming.

He won't see a dime.

(sobs)

(sobbing): I thought we
were a team, you know'?

I need my pills,
I can't find them.

These won't do
you any good.

Give me them.

Give me.

I need two or I won't sleep.

Stay with me till I sleep.

Please.

(door opens and shuts)

What was the crisis?

Had she run out of rouge?

She's all alone.

All that money and success

and it's just her

in a huge, empty room.

Where's her husband?

Gone.

You'll always have me.

Good morning,
Mrs. Edwards.

Good morning.

What a beautiful day.

Apparently it has a top speed
of 45 miles per hour.

Gosh!

Now wouldn't that
be something?

Driving along at
45 miles per hour?

It really would.

(door opens)

Well, I've got some
news for you.

Whose car is that
parked outside?

It's ours.

We've got a car?

(honking)

ERNEST:
How fast are we going?

27 miles per hour.

Wow!

You know, I think
I'd be rather good

at this driving lark.

Absolutely not.

(engine revs)

(laughs)

Father!

One more thing, Frank.

Don't let the press
at the champagne

until after they've filed
their report.

I want to be on the front
of every paper tomorrow,

not the next day.

I'll get you a list
of who needs a quote.

Gordon, you're late.

We're on stage
in 30 minutes.

Frank wrote you a speech
for the launch party.

I need to talk to you
about Jimmy Dillon.

I'll leave you to it.

He... has a reputation
in the city.

I would expect no less.

I've done some digging

and not all of his enterprises
have been successful.

I know.

You do?

Of course.

This isn't just
your reputation.

Those stores look to me.

Gordon, I need you on
that stage to support me.

I hope I can rely on you
to do the right thing.

Miss Ellis,

it's 5:00 o'clock.

I do have eyes in my head,
thank you very much.

Very well, off you go.

(cheers)

You are not to talk to anybody
unless addressed directly.

This is a very
exclusive party.

No one wants to hear
from the likes of you.

(excited chatter)

Oh, Miss Brockless...

I need this lot
sent out tonight.

Can you take it down to
Miss Grove in the stock room?

Dispatch has already gone.

It'll give us a
head start tomorrow.

(door opens)

Too late, you've missed
the dispatch collection.

I know.

So why are you here?

You're missing the party.

Miss Ellis sent me.

Come with me.

I'll sneak you in.

I better get on.

I can't afford
to get into trouble.

Enjoy the canapés.

HARRY: Tonight we
announce the flotation

of our department stores
in every major British city.

And to do that we have the
chief executive of those stores,

although I know him
better as my son.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Gordon Selfridge.

(applause)

15 department stores,
5,000 employees.

15 department stores,
5,000 employees.

The Gordon Selfridge's Trust

offers the public the chance

to be a part of the biggest
chain of stores in the country

and who wouldn't
want a piece

of Selfridge's
in their pocket'?

(applause)

Great so far.

GEORGE: But it's a
good investment.

Don't start on this again,
George.

I've told you.

Stocks and shares are just
gambling for rich people.

It's immoral.

You were happy
enough to come.

Well of course I'm gonna come,
there's canapés.

It's French.

(giggles)

I was wondering when you might

put me back on
the shop floor,

Mrs. Towler?

When you're good and ready.

When's that gonna be?

When I'm good and ready!

Excuse me.

I missed lunch.

Thank you.

We haven't actually met,
but I feel like I know you.

I'm Jenny Dolly.

I know who you are.

I know your father.

I know that, too.

I feel like we could be
great friends, you and I.

Whatever gave you
that impression?

You're not so special.

Who are you to judge me?

Oh my word!

Sorry.

Here let me get it,
let me get it.

Please, please!

Jesus, you guys
are all so uptight, huh?

Come on!

Time to get you home.

No, I'm having a good time
with my new friends.

Enough.
Get off!

(glass shatters)

What's going on?

Is she all right?

Are these the people you
choosing to associate with?

I'm standing
right here.

Look, Jenny is just a little
emotional right now.

We both know what she is.

She's a friend.

What would Grandma think
of your friends?

Thank you.

I'm used to society
people seeing my face

and jumping to conclusions,

but I expected more from
Harry Selfridge's son.

You can dig all
you like, Gordon,

but you won't find
any dirt on me.

What does Pa
see in those women?

It's an infatuation.

You know Pa,
it won't last.

Jimmy Dillon's just another
kind of infatuation.

That'll pass, too.

I don't know what you mean.

Of course you don't.

I'm going back to Paris.

Vi, you can't,
not with him like this.

I should never
have come back.

He's all yours.

MERYL:
Try one.

They're delicious.

Those ones have
cream fillings.

(door opens)

Here's some more
for you.

What's that?

They're just canapés.

Does your father know what
you're doing down here?

I work here.

You know what I mean.

It's none of your business
what I do

or who I speak to.

If you want back

on the shop floor,

you're not
helping yourself.

That showed her.

She didn't like me anyway,
now she's got good reason.

Sorry.

Jobs in fashion do not
come around often.

Not for people like me.

I can't lose it.

HARRY
Jenny?

I can't find
any damn cream.

Rosie's right--
anything we build up,

I have to tear it down.

There's something
very wrong with me, Harry.

I don't believe that
for a moment.

You're with Rosie, not me.

That says something.

That doesn't mean that
I don't think you're great.

Really?

Really.

What would of happened
if you'd met me first?

I hope you're going
to make her pay for that.

I don't want Miss Arden
accusing us of stealing.

There you are,
I've missed you.

ROSIE: Come on, let's
get back to the party.

KITTY: I already run
the biggest department

KITTY: I already run
the biggest department

of the best department store
in the world.

You've been doing
that for a decade.

What's the next step
for you at Selfridge's?

Is there one?

Well...

I want you to run my
department store concessions.

All of them.

My husband isn't
at my company anymore.

I'll double your salary

and provide you an apartment
on the West Side.

West Side of what?

New York, silly.

I want you to work
for me in New York.

(laughs)

Why me?

You barely know me.

I know you better
than you think,

because you're just like me.

You're a modern woman.

In New York, a woman can
choose to be in business

without being a pariah.

Isn't that what you want?

New York?

I've never even
dreamt of it.

I'd have to talk to Frank.

MAN:
Mr. Grove, please sit down.

The diagnosis is based
on the test we did

(fading out): to your blood and
sputum for suspicious cells

and the results
from the pathology lab...

(voice not audible)

WOMAN:
Sir, are you all right'?

I'm quite all right,
really.

There's no need
to make fuss.

Is there someone
I can call?

FRANK: "Harry Selfridge
doesn't so much

"push the boundaries
of good taste

"as dance across them with
a cocktail in one hand

and a chorus girl in the other."

This is not good.

I've some news.

Elizabeth Arden
offered me a job.

How is the old witch?

She's difficult,
I know, but...

she wants me to come and
work for her in New York.

What did you say?

I said I'd discuss
it with you.

What's to discuss?

Well, it's good money.

It could support us both.

You wouldn't have
to run around doing

your publicity,
you could write

full-time.

"Run around"?

You want me to give up
my position,

cross the Atlantic,
just so you can go

touting your
facial powders?

This is my chance.

Take the next step
in my career.

At the expense of mine.

I didn't realize you thought
so little of what I do.

Roger, how are you?

They said you needed
help returning home.

It's neuropathy.

Damage to the nerves
in my foot.

That sounds painful.

It comes and goes.

Why I fell in
the first place.

I didn't... slip,
I knew I hadn't.

Right.

Shall we get you home?

I've never driven before,
but I'm sure if you give me

some guidance I can get
us to our destination.

The neuropathy is caused
by a tumor on my brain.

There are more in
my lungs.

And my liver.

What can they do?

Nothing.

How much...?

Not long.

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

Do you understand?

You're not alone.

(children arguing)

MERYL: Sit down so we can all listen
to the radio and just enjoy it.

ERNEST: Daddy, can you tell her that
she can't always have her own way.

Dad, he's been fiddling
with the radio all evening.

Who fancies a drive?

Yes!

Supper is almost ready,
Mr. Grove,

and I was about
to give Ernest his bath.

He has school tomorrow.

Well, we can worry
about tomorrow... tomorrow.

Who wants to ride
up front with me?

CHILDREN:
♪ Where did you get that hat'? ♪

♪ Where did you get that tile? ♪

♪ Isn't it a lovely one
and just the proper style ♪

♪ I would like to have one
just the same as that ♪

(fading out): ♪ Where ever
I go they shout hello! ♪

♪ Where did you get that hat? ♪

HARRY:
When does trading start?

FRANK:
Any minute now.

Ah, where's the champagne?

I organized a crate
to be sent up.

I'll check, they were
putting it on ice.

You love it, don't you?

The roll of the dice.

The highs are great,
but the lows...

Sometimes I think it's only
the pain of the lows

that really lets me
actually feel something.

I don't understand.

I don't think I ever have.

I know.

DILLON:
Harry!

Jimmy does.

(bell dinging)

We're off.

MAN:
Here we go, gentleman!

(excited chatter)

That's where you
should be looking.

The share price is 71
that's a good start.

(excited chatter)

You, five?

DILLON:
Yes!

(indistinct chatter)

It's going
through the roof.

(cheering)

Harry...

Oh my apologies,
wrong Dolly.

Easy mistake.

I'm so sorry.

I'm fine.

Really, it's fine.

Ladies, allow me.

Congratulations, Harry,
we've pulled off quite a coup.

Feels great, doesn't it?

It does.

Well done.

(exhales)

Ah, good to see you, son.

I wanted to talk to you
about what we do

with our first dividends
from the trust.

You're right, we reward
all the hard work

by reinvesting...

Whatever you want.

Just call me when you need me
to sign on the dotted line.

Well, that's a
little ungrateful.

I just made you a
millionaire many times over.

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

And I won; we won.

That's all that matters
to you, isn't it?

You've lost Violette.

Did you even
notice she'd gone?

(scoffs)

You're in danger
of losing everyone

who truly cares about you.

(door opens)

(weeping)