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I saw him receiving money from you.

You're being taken for a fool,
Miss Mardle. An old fool.

If George really has to go back, maybe we
should use him while we still have him.

Get married now?

I'm marrying Mr Colleano
because he's the right man for me.
He always has been.

If you've got something to say,
Mr LeClair, say it to my face.

We have to stop him together. I can
help you and so can Frank Edwards.

I'll call him and
we'll set up a meeting.

I went to see the doctor today.
Just a mild congestion of the lungs.

I am gonna do my darndest
to get this family back together.

There they are.

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I'm afraid we're a rowdy bunch
tonight.

That's all right.

Would you please excuse me?
So many old friends to meet.

I'm going to the pictures.
Me, too.

Can I come?

Pa, make them take me with them.

Gordon, take your sister.

Go on, do it for me.

Everyone, it is Thanksgiving in a
couple of days

and I want us to sit down together
for an entire evening as a family.

We're going to give thanks
for our many blessings.

Just as we've always done.
All right?

This place will be heaving with
customers by the time you and Agnes
put your magic in.

Well, it's gonna need a spruce up
before the wedding, that's for sure.

Mr and Mrs Colleano, eh?

Not long now.

What have I done to offend you?

We can't be together any more,
Florian. It's wrong.

Who says it's wrong?

I'm too old for you.

There's no future in it.

You decide this without even
discussing with me?

I have your interests at heart.
Please note that.

What I do know is,
we made each other happy.

I know I love you.

You don't decide that for me.

Ready?

Ready. It's going to feel
really odd, though.

Do you think Mr Selfridge will
understand us handing in our notice
so suddenly?

Well, he knows I'd want George
at my wedding.

Army doctor says his arm's on the
mend so he'll be back at the front
in no time.

You'll have me to share your worries
with, Agnes.

Actually he's going to come
into the store today.
He says he feels ready to now.

The American Embassy advises me
that all charges have been dropped.

I'm a free man. I'm so happy
for you, Henri. Congratulations.

Thank you.

The Selfridge name
will be cleared, too. You'll see.

Sure, son.

Now that I'm free to travel,
I have to go and sign up to fight.

It's the right thing to do.

I'll be sorry to see you go,
but of course I understand.

Miss Plunkett, I was unaware
that Mr Selfridge was due to meet
Frank Edwards tonight.

Really?

I need some of his evenings
for social engagements.

I don't see any available
for the next month.

If I get to the diary
faster than you, that's your lookout,
Miss Blenkinsop.

Ow!

Is everything all right, Miss
Mardle? Mind your own business.

That was rude of me.
I'm terribly sorry, Miss Calthorpe,
please excuse me.

Of course. Everyone's entitled
to a bad day.

Is that what I'm having?

Well, you do seem
a bit out of sorts.

Yes, I suppose I am rather.

My mum's not like other people.

She says a problem shared
is a problem doubled.

But she also says, when in doubt,
do something.

Even if it's the wrong thing, at
least you'll be making a decision.

Yes. Thank you...

..Miss Calthorpe.

Going anywhere nice, Rose?

Oh, just out and about.

Come with you, if you like.
I could do with some air.

I have a lot of errands
to run today. Very boring.
But I'd love to walk with you later.

Miss Towler and Mr Colleano
to see you, sir.

And Frank Edwards has confirmed
tonight's meeting.

We want to get married,
Mr Selfridge, while George
is still here to give me away.

So we're both handing in our notice.

You're leaving?
We'll inform Mr Grove now.

Miss Towler felt
you should know first.

I know this seems sudden but,

well, war has a way of quickening
one's step.

Thank you, Mr Selfridge.
For everything.

You'll be sorely missed,
Mr Colleano.

Miss Towler, can I have
a minute, please?

I know it's this country's policy
that married women give up work,

but I'm willing to bend the rules
for you.

Thank you but, erm...
I'm not just joining the family,
I'm joining the family business.

A family business.

Has a nice ring to it.

Not like Selfridges, obviously,
but, erm...

..I need to put my whole heart into
it for Mr Colleano's sake.

I can't pretend it's not a sad day,
what with Mr LeClair leaving.

Where's he going?

His name has been cleared.

He's going to fight for France.

Can I help you, Mr LeClair?

You can, if you accept my apology.

Apology?

Miss Towler had to deal with a
brother being missing in her own way.

I spoke out of term and overstepped
the mark as a concerned colleague.

I'm sorry.

I accept your apology.

I wanted to clear the air between us
before I join the French army.

You're leaving?

Yes. In a couple of days.

Before I go I wanted to wish
you and Miss Towler

every happiness and success
in your life together.

Thank you, Mr LeClair.

I hope you return safe and well.

I won't be coming back
to Selfridges.

Thank you for waiting,
Mrs Selfridge.

Is that my x-ray plate?

It is, yes.

I've... consulted with a colleague...

..and sadly he confirms my diagnosis.

What do you mean?

I'm afraid there... there's no way
to... sweeten the pill.

It's not good news, Mrs Selfridge.

George Towler!

Hello, Kitty.

A pleasure, Private Towler.
Indeed, an honour.

Thank you, sir.

We're extremely proud of you,
young man. Thank you, Mr Grove.

We were so worried
when you went missing.

Like a bad penny, Master Selfridge.
I'll always show up.

What was it like out there?

My father would... love to see you.

All right now, ladies, back to work.

I heard we've lost men...

..Mr Selfridge.

Throughout the store.

I've written letters
to all their families,

so I've very happy to see you
and know it's not a letter
I have to write.

It's hell out there.

Only they don't tell you that
in the newspapers.

What kept you going? The small
things kept you going, Mr Selfridge.

Letters... parcels from home.

Chocolate. Clean, dry socks.

Baccy, cocoa...

The comforts of home.

Exactly that.

I'd open up your parcel, Aggie...

Straight into the jars of jam.

You and your sweet tooth, George.

The tasting bit came after.

First I'd... get the jar
and put it up to my nose...

..and breathe in.

Do you remember how we used to make
jam and chutney with mother?

Our life of crime, Mr Selfridge.
Robbing orchards.

Ah. I hope you didn't get caught.
Like I did.

Bedlam going on...

..all around you.

Open a simple jar of jam,
close your eyes,

and you're back in your mother's
kitchen again...

..a boy again, all safe and warm.

I want to reflect your brother's
words throughout the store.

The comforts of home.

The simple things.

I'll get started on a window
straight away.

Your swansong.

Yes.

Though these have been the best
five years of my life, Mr Selfridge.

Just you make sure the rest
of your life is equally as happy.

Miss Towler...

..you've come to mean a great deal
to me. I want you to know that.

Thank you, Mr Selfridge.

I'll miss you.

Are you all right, Mrs Selfridge?

I'm fine, thank you, Fraser.

I need to discuss the, uh...
the Thanksgiving dinner with you.

I want you to think of something
reassuring, Mr Thackeray.

Plain old-fashioned breakfast tea.

A warm, waterproof coat.

Talcum powder.

Let some of the tea loose so you get
the aroma as you approach.

I'll put out the mackintoshes.

Miss Mardle? Most women
would make personal sacrifices
for a decent pair of gloves.

To give a pleasant scent
and to ease fingers into gloves
or stockings into shoes.

I can do a bigger promotion,
if you'd like. One glove
turned inside out on each set.

Keep it simple. We're stoking
memories, that's all.

Tell cook that the girls brought
pecans back with them from Chicago

so she just has to get the rest
of the ingredients for the pies.

Actually, Fraser, just...
Tell her I'll make them myself.

Certainly, Mrs Selfridge.

You make your own pies?

Yes. Pecan pies.

The best in America, actually.

Fraser, I need to add pumpkins
to that list.

We can't get sweet potatoes here.

Oh, and ingredients
for the corn bread.

This is going to be the best
Thanksgiving dinner ever.

Ever.

White cloths on all the tables
for the wedding. That way we can
use them again for the public.

And simple winter pansies
in the centre.

And we can hang ivory silk bows
all along that wall.

Gonna do a suckling pig
on a spit outside, George.

Right.
Two types of ale. Pale and bitter.

Sprinklings of pine needles on the
floor to give a lovely winter smell.

Bit of tender loving care,
we'll be ready to face the public,
won't we, Victor?

Sorry?

I was just saying
what we could do here.

Come on, Franco, let's look upstairs
at what can be done.

What's upstairs got to do with me?
You'll be the one painting it.

Come on. I've got to get back
to the store.

All right, George. Penny for 'em.

There's just a lot on my mind.

Thinking about going back
to the front?

Just a lot of things.

I had a word with some of the
procurement committee
and they back Loxley to the hilt.

Even Edgerton.

Well, there's a surprise!

We need incontrovertible proof
that you did not recommend the
manufacturers Loxley says you did.

But what kind of proof? Was anyone
else party to the conversations?

No. I gave him a list. 'Use these
suppliers, on no account use those.'

Was that list in your own
handwriting? Yes.

Normally I make copies but because
you vouched for him, I didn't see the
need. That list will be long gone.

Oh, no, I think you underestimate
my husband's arrogance, Harry.

You think it's possible
that he still has it?

Well, if he does, I'll find it.

Well, be careful, Mae. I don't want
you putting yourself in danger
on my account.

Don't worry. I'll get Pimble
to find out when he's not at home...

..and then I'll go.

I've arranged an audition for you
with the Halle Orchestra
in Manchester.

They have an excellent reputation.

I'll pay for your accommodations.

I am not joining an orchestra
when there is a war going on.

There are more useful things
for me to do right now.

I thought you'd be pleased.
I'm not pleased. Florian -

This is your house and maybe you
think I have no right to ask,

but while I am still here,
please leave this room.

Henri.
I did not expect you back.

I asked for homely things
for my window.

What's the idea?

Home. The things that ground us.

A family making jam.

The results in the jars, deep
glossy colours like melted jewels.

What's funny?

You. Seeing jewels in jam.

Ordinary people think of the taste.

I am ordinary.

So it appears we're both leaving.

Funny to think of other people
taking over our studio.

All the hours that we spent in here.

And going half crazy
looking for ideas.

Yeah.

Good times.

One last walk in a London park
at night.

Like we used to.

When we were together, remember?

I remember.

How do we do this?

Just walk for hours, not saying
anything much, just being.

This was our place.

When I was a girl I used to, erm...

..wake up in the middle
of the night.

My mother was dying and my father
was drinking hard by then.

But for those few hours...

..it was quiet.

You know, just me and this great
big... big city... asleep.

I bet you sat up, hugged your knees

and dreamed about
what life would bring you.

Did you do that?
Yes, I did.

It was all make-believe
until Mr Selfridge came along.

He must have dreamed
when he was a messenger boy.

He'll miss you.

He thinks the world of you.

He shall miss you.

Will you miss me?

Of course I will.

And spare me a thought when you're
up to your neck in the restaurant.

Maybe little Agneses
and little Victors pulling
at your apron strings.

It's hard to imagine that right now.

I have one big wish for you, Agnes.

That all your dreams come true.

All over London, people will be
waking up in a few hours.

I'll never forget you, Agnes.

I'll never forget you, Henri.

Hello, George.

Just checking Agnes isn't working
too late. Or has she gone to bed?

She's not back yet, Victor.

Come in. Have a cup of tea.

Miss Mardle and Mr Dupont turned in
for the night, have they?

That's right. I don't sleep so well.

Easier to stay up in a chair
till I drop off.

Very late for Agnes
to still be working.

I'm a bit worried about her.

What is it, Victor?

You're very close, the pair of you.

Is she gonna be happy
in the restaurant, George?

If she said that's what she wants,
I'm sure she'll be happy.

You don't sound too sure.

Well, I'm not the one marrying you.
Why are you asking me?

Come on, George. You was wondering
whether the restaurant would be
the right future for her.

Whether her talents
would be wasted there.

We both know she's special.

She'll always be ordinary Agnes
to me.

She's not ordinary.

Nothing wrong with that.
Most of us are.

But not Agnes.

I'm sure she loves you, Victor.

Course she does. Why wouldn't she?

All I know is...

..she's always been there for me.

Loyal to her backbone.

She'll never let you down, Victor.

Florian, what are you doing here?

A letter arrived.

From the Halle Orchestra.

Well, won't you at least
consider it?

Once they hear you play, they'll
accept you without a thought.

You are so anxious to get rid of me.
I only want what's best for you.

Surely you must see that?

Everything all right, Miss Mardle?
Perfectly all right, Mr Grove.

I'm just resolving some household
issues with Mr Dupont.

A household issue?
That is what I am to you, Josie?

No.

No, that's not how it is
at all, Florian.

Now you make us both lonely again.

Is that what's best for us?

Will you come and see me
when you have a moment?

Have I done something wrong?

No.

I fear I have.

Come.

May we speak as true friends?

In spite of all
that's passed between us,

I'd like to think we understand
one another better than most.

A true friend wouldn't have spoken
to me the way you did.

What a thing to say to a woman.

Old fool.

I beg your forgiveness.

If anyone should wish you happiness,
it should be me, and I do, sincerely.

However, you have given me
food for thought.

Florian is a young man with a
promising music career ahead of him.

He has no business with me.

He loves you, Josie.

I can see that from the way
he looks at you.

It's no... passing fancy.

But if I care for him...

..really care for him...

..then I must let him go.

He may want children.

He thinks he loves me now...

..but what about
in five years' time?

Ten years' time? What about
if one day he decides -
Life is full of what ifs.

This country, full of parents
bidding their sons goodbye,

wondering, what if I never
see my son again?

You've got the man you deserve.

Don't throw him away.

Miss Blenkinsop!

Where's Mr Selfridge's diary?

I've no idea, Miss Plunkett.

You took it, didn't you?

Why would you do such a childish
and ridiculous thing?

We both have a job to do
and you're making mine impossible.
I'm making it...?!

Ladies, please!
This is most unseemly.

What do you accuse Miss Blenkinsop
of taking, Miss Plunkett?

My diary for Mr Selfridge.

I only wanted to see
what dates I might have.

This is not the wild
African savannah.

Mr Selfridge is not a wildebeest to
be hunted down by slavering hyenas.

Cooperate and work peacefully
and in tandem from now on.

What's going on? Nothing for you
to worry about, Mr Selfridge.

It might be better for you to work
from the Selfridge household,
Miss Blenkinsop,

seeing you have all the family's
social engagements to arrange.

Yes, and we could meet here
every Monday, Miss Blenkinsop.

to apportion Mr Selfridge's time
to our diaries.

Excellent idea... Miss Plunkett.

What do you think you're doing?

Of course.

Dirty little scrubber,
looking for money.

Have I told you recently how...

..utterly contemptible you are?

But my money is above contempt,
I take it?

No, I don't think I have, so, erm...

well, I really should avail myself
of this opportunity.

You, Loxley...

..you are a weak...

..wretched...

..little... man.

On your knees...

..if you want it.

You were born into nobility.

But there's nothing noble about you.

You're a war profiteer.
The scum of the earth.

Get out.
And you're a coward.

Letting Harry Selfridge
take the blame

for your dirty
money-making schemes.

Take the money and get out.

It's the last you'll get from me.

I would keep an eye on the
newspapers, if I were you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Goodbye, Loxley.

May you rot in hell.

I was wrong not to speak out when I
knew that Loxley was obtaining money
by foul means.

And I was wrong to vouch for a man
I knew had no moral spine.

Our troops have suffered
because of it.

And you have endured the blame,
Harry.

The procurement committee
convenes today.

Go and right these wrongs.

Go and clear your name.

You're not to go in there, sir.
Watch me.

My name is Harry Selfridge and
I stand before you to clear my name.

Get out, Selfridge.
This is the House of Lords.

No place for a shopkeeper.

This man is a traitor
to this country.

Oh, Mr Selfridge, please.

And you are no better
for not speaking out against him.
Somebody remove this man.

You came to me for advice on
manufacturers to supply the troops.

And look where your advice led us?

For the sake of the troops,

check every order that passed through
this man's hands.

I am sure that shoddy boots are
merely the tip of the iceberg.

He has been feathering his own nest
with kickbacks from crooked
and inferior manufacturers.

A contemptible lie!

Have you no shame, Selfridge?

Oh, I've been shamed.

In the Press. In the eyes
of the public. By staff.

And the most terrible of all -

in front of my family.

And quite rightly so.

I chose suppliers on your word.
The word of a gentleman. I thought.

The word of a man
who knew what he was about.

I strongly suggest that
you made those recommendations

based on the promise of monies from
those suppliers to you, Selfridge.

This is the list
that I gave you, Loxley.

It quite clearly states that
under no circumstances do you use
Kings the boot manufacturers.

Who did you use, Loxley?

Kings.

Your own wife is willing
to authenticate this list.

She's also willing to testify
the huge sums of cash
deposited directly into your account

practically from the moment
that you joined this committee.

What's going to come out next,
Loxley?

Yes, I'm a yank,
and I'm a shopkeeper.

But I'm a man of honour.

Which is more than I can say for
some of the occupants of this room.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

Loxley?

Perfect, isn't it?

Honest and true.
Like Miss Towler herself.

Are you in love with her?

Yes.

Take good care of her, Mr Colleano.

I'm leaving first thing
in the morning.

Good luck, Mr LeClair.

What is it, Victor?

I'll always love you, Agnes.

I should... I should hope so, too.

I can't marry you.

What?

I can't take you away from this life
you've made for yourself

against all the odds.

You'd come to resent me.

And maybe children would soften that
in time, but...

..years would pass...

Your heart would still be here.

You wouldn't be you, Agnes.

Victor -
The you I fell in love with...

..is the you I can't have.

Cos a life with me would mean
too many changes for you.

But I... I understood my life would
change when I agreed to marry you.

And I'm grateful for that.

But I would never have
all of your heart.

We both know who does.

You are the loveliest girl
I have ever know, Agnes Towler.

And now I have to let you go.

Go to Henri.

Tell him you love him.

And be happy.

Would you do that for me?

Be happy.

Oh, Mr Crabb. Good news.

Mr Edwards, Mr Selfridge and his
family... Can't stop.

Excuse me, Harry, I think you'll
find this interruption worthwhile.

One for you, one for you,
one for you. Good news.

The whole of London is buzzing.

What's going on?

Mr Selfridge took on
the establishment.

And Mr Selfridge won.

Kings have admitted
paying Loxley large sums of money
in exchange for orders.

They say he instructed them
to cut corners.

They're willing to testify...
in return for reduced culpability.

We couldn't ask for a better
Thanksgiving present, Harry.

Thank you.

Members of the procurement committee
are sorely embarrassed.

They've extended an invitation
to you to join the committee.
I said I'd ask.

Tell them I said thank you
but I decline.

I'm a store man at heart.
That's who I am.

It's what I do.

What will I do with myself all day
now I don't have Loxley
to worry about?

I'm sure you'll think of something.
Indeed I will.

I guess, once again,
the world is my oyster.

Everything all right, Rose?

We'll speak later. Just enjoy
this moment. You deserve it.

Well done, Mr Edwards.

So, can we put all this behind us
and start again?

I'll consider it.

Kitty...

Miss Hawkins,
you led me to believe -

What did I lead you to believe?

You can tell me over dinner tonight.

When you may call me Kitty again,
if you wish.

Where are you going?

It is not your concern.
I cannot stay here any longer.

If I ask you to stay...

..will you stay?

Ask me?

I've been fighting my feelings
for you for stupid reasons.

Other people's reasons.

I don't want you to go.

Please stay.

Please?

How many years
since we all sat around the table
for Thanksgiving dinner?

Come on. Hurry up.

Harry?
Yeah?

I've got something to tell you.

I haven't been feeling very well
lately.

And I know you've asked a number
of times and I've brushed you off.

Rose?

I think, um... the reason that
I put it off was because...

..I knew that there was something
seriously wrong myself.

And I've been to see the doctor
a couple of times now and, um...

It's my lungs, Harry.

And what the doctors are saying
is that there really is nothing
they can do.

Rose, sweetheart,
what... what are you saying to me?

I don't know how to say this.

I'm dying, Harry.

Henri.
Agnes.

I thought I might find you here...

I...I'm... I'm not marrying Victor.

And he told me to come to you.

Was... was he right?

I love you.

I love you, Agnes.

I wanted to say those words
for the longest time.

I love you.

You have to come back to me, Henri.

I will. I will come back to you.

And when I do,
I'll never leave you again.

We'll see the finest doctors in the
world. There are things we - Harry.

Sometimes there are limitations
to what any of us can do.
Even you, Harry.

Even you, my love.

But you know what you can do.

What? What?

We're going to go downstairs...

..and we're going to enjoy our
Thanksgiving dinner with our family.

And our friends.

We will give thanks and we will
get through the evening

just the way I've planned.
We can give them that.

And then tomorrow, in the morning...

..we'll gather the family together
and we'll let them know.

Can you do this for me, Harry?

Yes.

Thank you.

I give thanks for this pink chiffon
dress I got in the store today.

I give thanks for my parents
and all they do for me.

I give thanks for us all
being back together again.

A huge big thanks for us all
being back in London.

I give thanks that the Selfridge
name has been cleared of dishonour.

Well said. Mae?

Oh, I give thanks for friendship
and forgiveness.

Rose, sweetheart?

I give thanks for all the years
of happiness that I have enjoyed...

..with you, Harry...

..and with my family.

And you?

I give thanks for the simple,
most important things.

My family, my friends...

..my beloved wife.

And I give thanks
for this moment in time.

Which I shall cherish.

Forever.

Amen.

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