All language subtitles for Mr Selfridge S04E09 x264 RB58-eng

You're looking at the youngest
department store owner in London.

Several suppliers
are refusing to do business

until outstanding debts
have been met.

Have you ever considered
that he may be soft on you?

He's gone. It was very quick.

He just fell asleep.

I don't know the first thing
about being a mother.

- If I stay any longer, people will talk.
- I don't wanna be alone.

- We can't do this. We both have
our reputations.
- I don't care!

- Do much business
with Colleano before he died?
- What are you insinuating?

- You think I had something
to do with it?
- Did you?

Do you really think
I'm capable of murder?

My report on the Civic's
foreign interests, sir.

Surprising developments in the Far
East, tensions in the United States.

Good.

My report on our British interests,
Mr Donaghue.

- I completed it early.
- Have to be vigilant.

Can't ignore the storm clouds
rolling in from America.

Fresh warnings
from the Federal Reserve.

Wasn't there cause for concern with
Selfridge? Is that company in hand?

We're kept fully apprised
of all developments.

I work from there two days a week.

Not much here
about his involvement in Whiteleys.

Doesn't interfere with
his stewardship of Selfridges.

The man seems to have more hours
in his day than the rest of us.

Make sure you're not blindsided,
Keen.

Never drop your guard.

Pull!

(GUNSHOT)

A landmark anniversary
is coming up at Selfridges.

- 20 years since we opened the doors.
- Congratulations.

You must be so proud.

It's been a troubling year.
I need to feel proud again.

Pull!

(GUNSHOT)

I can't imagine
what you're planning.

A huge public spectacle. We hope
to take over all of Oxford Street.

I'm thinking that big.

Now that Whiteleys
is on an even keel,

I need to leave it in your hands
for a while.

That way I can fully concentrate
on the anniversary.

Whatever you need, Harry.

Ah, Mae, I never see you these days,

and the topic has to be
Harry Selfridge...

I thought I'd come straight
to the top.

It's your reporter, Wynnstay.
Oh, he's being a pest.

- Not to you, surely?
- Oh, yes, to me,
and anyone to do with Harry.

He's trying to undermine
Harry's business partner.

He thought that Indian chappie
got a bit hot around the collar

at the mention of Colleano.

Mr Dillon was out of town
with his mother

the night that Mr Colleano died.

Call your dog off.

I'm not sure I like
being told what to do, Mae.

Oh, all right, then, continue,

and, at best,
you'll end up looking a fool,

and, at worst,
in a courtroom for slander.

You seem to care a lot
for Harry Selfridge.

He's my boss.

Ernest, remember
you have games this afternoon,

and for lunch, home-baked cold
chicken pies, raw carrot and tomato.

Can I have cheese and pickle?
Father didn't mind.

We know about vitamins now, Ernest.

- You eat your vegetables, there's
an apple for after.
- But Father...

You must have been up since the
crack of dawn to get all this ready.

Five o'clock.

Right, everyone, shoes polished?

Let's exit in an orderly fashion.

Have a good day, Meryl.

I won't let you down, Roger.

Stock selling is a good thing,
surely?

- It's faster than we anticipated.
- What are you saying?

There have been miscalculations
about the sales forecasts.

Well,
we're new to the retail business,

picked up a lot
in a very short time.

We haven't balanced sales
against the flow of stock.

You know I don't have time
to study these figures in detail.

- You should have, because now
we're running out of stock.
- Right.

- We have no means of purchasing new goods
until the suppliers' embargo is lifted.
- Yes, and it will be.

We're seeing
the chairman of the British
Wholesalers' Association today.

- How long before
they offer us credit again?
- I'll push as hard as I can.

We'll have to close the doors, if
we can't restock within three days.

We keep this between ourselves.

You need to tell Mr Selfridge.

You do as I damn well tell you.
I can't let Mr Selfridge down.

Leave this with me.

(LIFT DINGS)

(SIGHS) Where is she?

This isn't a very good start, is it?

(SIGHS)

Mrs Towler, isn't your replacement
due to start with us this morning?

Miss Blight hasn't arrived.

Oh.

Late on her first day.
She needn't bother turning up.

(SIGHS)

So where does this leave me, eh?
I should be out of here in days!

- Which colour do you prefer,
Madame Rennard?
- Definitely the red.

- Much stronger contrast.
- Good morning, Mr Selfridge.

- Good morning, Chief.
- Morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

The council has said yes.

Wonderful.

We get our 20th anniversary parade.

I can think of no finer tribute
to all of our loyal customers.

Finally, we get to put into place
everything we've been planning.

There'll be offers and promotions
throughout the store.

Mr Lyons,
where are we with the performers?

We've got acrobats, jugglers,
dancers, magicians.

- We'll even have floats.
- Mr Towler.

Everything starts at Marble Arch.

Traffic will be closed off
for the day.

Police manning pavements
either side of the road.

Crowds along here and here.

- The parade moves down Oxford Street
to the store.
- What a spectacle!

- This will be splashed
on newspapers across the world.
- Mm.

Who's in charge of sunshine?
(LAUGHTER)

Madame Rennard.

Right, well, my ladies are currently
making thousands of gift rosettes,

bearing the slogan
'20 years of Selfridges'.

Your own fine idea.

These celebrations will show
the public - dare I say the world? -

how far we've come,
and how far we mean to go.

Mr Dillon is here
to see how we do things.

- Please welcome him.
- Thank you.

I hope to pick up some tips
from the world's best store.

So if anything goes wrong,
I'll know what to do.

(APPRECIATIVE LAUGHTER)

That's it, folks. From this moment
on, we're in full show-time mode.

Thank you all very much.

Madame Rennard.

- It seems that the Head of Fashion
has let us down.
- Yes.

We'll need to make a plan.

Pretty impressive.

You'll have your work cut out
to top that at Whiteleys!

Jimmy Dillon will think of
something when the time comes.

A lot to learn before
any major Whiteleys anniversaries.

It's more complex than a person
might think, this retail business.

No-one could have picked it up
as quickly as you.

My father and I really are grateful,
Jimmy.

I don't much rate
the Swan & Edgar applicant, but...

(SIGHS)
..we'll call her in anyway, I think.

- Why have you been avoiding me, Mae?
- I'm not avoiding you.

I'm not blind. Ever since
we spent the night together.

- I think it best if we continue
like that never happened.
- It did.

It meant a lot to me.

I'd hoped you felt the same way.

Is it about Jimmy?

Oh... No.

It's not about Jimmy. I'm going
to confirm these applicants.

If it's not Jimmy, then tell me
what's bothering you, because I...

Chairman Hardcastle is waiting for
you in your office, Mr Selfridge.

Good to see you, Mr Hardcastle.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

(SIGHS)

This embargo on Whiteleys
is completely unjustified.

The store's under new management.

You must have known about the debts
when you purchased the store.

A new slate, Mr Hardcastle. We'll
make good on the debts in time.

Of course, we all have nothing
but goodwill towards your father.

Is it me you're worried about?

You know I'm not new
to the world of business,

and I'm surrounded by the
greatest retailers in the country.

No-one doubts that.

But the fact remains

you are an unknown entity
in THIS business, Mr Dillon.

He's a man of the future.

He's my partner, and I trust him.
So can you.

You're the largest supplier of
linen and cotton in the country.

All the wholesalers
take their cues from you.

If anyone can persuade them
to lift the embargo, you can.

I'll consider my position
and consult with
fellow members of the association.

That's all we can ask for.

- It'll be a week
before I get back to you.
- Thank you.

In the next couple of days
would be preferable, Mr Hardcastle.

You can see how keen
Jimmy is to do business with you.
A week will be fine.

So, how is Mrs Hardcastle?
The last time we spoke, she...

You can't rush these people, Jimmy.
Not how it's done.

Lord Wynnstay.

Anything solid on Harry Selfridge's
new business partner?

- I'm still digging.
- Mm.

Well, Dillon was with his mother
the night Colleano died.

The police closed
their investigation.

- It's a dead end.
- I'm not convinced.

Unless you've got something
rock solid, shut it down.

So the departments are replenished
with new stock each day
before doors opening.

- You're replenishing every third day,
according to the system...
- Correct.

That'll see you through
until the embargo's lifted.

I'd like to look at the stock control
in operation, if that's OK.

I used to work in the loading bay.
Come and take a look.

- I'll leave you gentlemen to it.
- Thank you.

Fresh stock rolls in every day.

Stacked according to size,
customer demand, life duration.

How do you mean?

Soaps, candles -
small, but shift fast,

so they're easily accessible
on the bottom rows.

The anniversary stock -
this was all pre-ordered in bulk,

so it'll go to
the back of the bay area.

- Why is that?
- Cos it's not needed yet.

It's always like this
around sale time, Mr Dillon.

We've barely got enough space
for it all.

(DOOR OPENS)

Roger's personal items.

I thought I'd take them
to his family this evening.

Are you all right, Mr Crabb?

I miss him.

20 years of devotion to this store,

and he won't be here
for the anniversary celebrations.

- He'd be so cross.
- (CHUCKLES)

We've lost some good people.

It'll be a real challenge
to replace that sort of experience

to carry us through
the next 20 years.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I need to speak with you urgently,
Mr Crabb.

Please.

I'll be blunt - we're running
out of stock at Whiteleys.

There are systems in place
to monitor the stock.

- I talked you through them.
- There was a lot to take in.

I must have missed the finer details.

All being well,
credit will be resumed
with the wholesalers in a week.

It'll be too late. We'll have
to close within three days,
if we can't restock those shelves.

You have stock that won't be used
until the anniversary sale.

I need to get that Selfridge stock
to Whiteleys.

Out of the question! That's madness.

Mr Selfridge has been working hard
to break the embargo at Whiteleys.

This sort of action looks like an
attempt to get around the problem.

Which is why Mr Selfridge
must keep his hands clean.

But we could do it.

Just a few days, Mr Crabb.

Just enough stock, all to be
replaced, before anyone's the wiser.

- It's stealing.
- Borrowing.

Think of the alternative -
Whiteleys closes.

It could take months to open again,
if ever.

While I'm sympathetic
to your predicament, I can't help.

Think, Mr Crabb.

Mr Selfridge's failed venture
all over the papers,

just as the Selfridge
20th anniversary parade
troops down Oxford Street.

What are you going to do?

There's nothing else I can do...

go to Mr Selfridge, let him decide.

Wait.

You're right.

If he agrees to your plan, it would
be incredibly damaging to him,
if his involvement is discovered.

That's why I came to you, Mr Crabb.

This is an impossible decision.

It's difficult.

But not impossible.

- Freddy!
- Hello! Lovely to see you.

Nice to see you too.

- You look ravishing as always, Rita.
- You're such a flirt!

No, Ernest, do it again.

So kind of you to bring
Roger's things, Arthur.

- I just wondered how you all are.
- We're getting by.

- We're keeping busy.
- That's the spirit.

Can I look at Father's things,
Mr Crabb?

Uh...

One more time over
the past pluperfect, please, Ernest.

It's so difficult
when they mention Roger.

(SIGHS)

Tell me about the store.

- Take my mind off things.
- It's anniversary this and that,

as you can imagine.
- Hard work, but fun, yes?

Not all fun.

I've had a difficult decision
to make.

I hope I've done the right thing.

Well, it's not like you
to question your decisions, Arthur.

This one was particularly tough.

Did Meryl tell you Mrs Towler's
replacement didn't turn up?

Yes, I heard. The cheek of it!

Running off to Liberty's
without telling people.

It's hard to find people
of the right calibre these days.

We need people like you.

You aren't suggesting...

Would it really be
so out of the question?

Roger always said
you were a company woman.

Yes, but the children need me.

They've just lost their father.
Really, Arthur,

what on earth are you thinking?
- I'm sorry, Josie, I never...

Yes, well, I shall make you some tea.

I'm surprised
you'd even suggest such a thing.

Is everything all right?

I stupidly suggested her
coming back to work.

I meant no offence.

Actually, I think
it'd do her the world of good.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

- Rosalie?
- I've waited.

- Yes?
- When are we going to talk about Mae?

I know she stayed here
the other night.

- Rosalie...
- I need to know -
what are your intentions?

(CHUCKLES)

- I don't believe this!
- I love her.

Tatiana loves her.

If you mess with her heart...

Mae is the one keeping ME
at a distance.

She's probably trying
to protect herself.

- From me?
- She knows your history.

She can see that I've changed.

She's chosen the wrong men
in the past.

She's been hurt.

You need to give her time.

Prove to her that
you're the right man.

There, sharp as pins,
the pair of you.

I took it from the box
Mr Crabb brought. Can I have it?

Yes, of course you can, Ernest.

You shouldn't have to ask.

He doesn't want to upset you, Josie.

None of us do.

But... we need to talk about Father.

We need to grieve.

Oh, my goodness, I'm sorry!

This is precisely
what I didn't want to do.

It's all right.
I cry in my room every night.

Me too.

Sometimes I do. A bit.

Well, you shouldn't have
to do that alone.

I mean, we should all be -
I don't know - crying together.

(CHUCKLES)

I tell you what,
we'll do more as a family, yes?

Good.

(LIFT DINGS)

I...uh... I have two tickets
to a lecture on Byzantine art
tomorrow evening.

Do you want to come with me?

I'm not in the habit
of accepting invitations
someone else has refused.

Miss Grove, Meryl,
have I offended you in some way?

I thought
we'd come to an understanding.

Then I saw you in the tea rooms
with another girl.

Rita Rogers?

Oh, no, she's an old friend,
who happens to be

a special friend
of The Great Carmo himself.

Carmo's Circus?

That's a huge hit at the Olympia.

I'm booking their performers
for our anniversary parade.

You were jealous, weren't you?

Go on, admit it.

The circus.

Tomorrow evening.

Oh, no, it's completely sold out.

Well, if Miss Rogers
is such a good friend...

No, you're asking the impossible.

That's five tickets, Freddy,
for all the family.

I'd be ever so grateful.

Five?

- What do you think, Mr Crabb?
- Obviously I'm not happy,

but disaster at Whiteleys
means disaster for Mr Selfridge.

Then this store
suffers the consequences too.

I can't let that happen.

Mr Towler...

Will you help me?

Tonight, then.
I'll arrange the unmarked vans.

Get me an inventory
of the stock that's needed.

Make sure the Whiteleys
loading bay is prepared.

Thank you, both of you,
from the bottom of my heart.

(LIFT DINGS)

- Straight to Whiteleys.
- Yes, Mr Towler.

Come on!

Any problems,
come straight back here. All right?

Mr Towler, where is stock
going at this hour?

I'm moving the anniversary stock
to our Shoreditch warehouse.

- It's taking up too much room here.
- Shoreditch?

That's where we kept the
provincial stores' stock, isn't it?

But why isn't
the loading bay manager in charge?

Moving stock comes under my remit,

as head of security.

- Why unmarked vans?
- The Selfridge vans are out...

on deliveries.

Waiting for the mechanic.

Thank you, Mr Towler.
I hope I haven't inconvenienced you.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mr Keen.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(Connie.)

You go to bed.

Why are you so late?
What have you been doing?

It doesn't matter. It's done now.

Come on.

Stiff as a board!

- You shouldn't have waited up.
- I'll be fine in the morning.

You're staying in bed tomorrow.
I'm going to make you breakfast.

They can do without me
for a few hours.

- I have to go to work, George.
- I'll report you sick.

- No arguing now.
- (LAUGHS)

- It is Selfridge. We should ask.
- Quite so.

Are you joining us
in the game tonight, Mr Selfridge?

- No. Thank you, though.
- Right you are.

I'm sorry. It's late.

I was at the club.

Who could tell (?)

I...

I didn't wanna go home without
telling you that I'll wait for you.

I'll give you the time and the space
you need.

Which is
what you're doing right now?

(CHUCKLES)

Damn if I'm being
my usual impatient self.

You don't say.

Mae...

You mean the world to me,

even if you did scare the pants
off me the first time I met you.

(LAUGHS)

We have so much history.

People we loved together.

People we hated together.

But there's still us.

Us.

We've both come a long way.

And through it all
you've been my friend.

And if I lose you, I lose my friend,
and I couldn't bear that.

You'll never lose me.

Trust me.

Good night, Mae.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LIFT DINGS)

- Meryl, about the circus...
- I've told the family, Freddy.

- You wouldn't believe
the excitement this morning.
- Erm...

I know it was a silly challenge,
but it really means so much.

There's no performance this evening,
or any other evening.

It's finished. I'm so sorry.

I'll have to telephone ahead,
tell them not to come.

Wait!

I have an idea.
I will need your help.

- Can I be of any assistance, Mr Keen?
- Thank you, Mr Crabb,

but I've found
what I was looking for.

Could you clarify something,
Mr Crabb?

We did cancel our contract with
the Shoreditch warehouse, didn't we?

Indeed we did. Soon as we moved
the provincial store stock.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- How did it all go?
- Nothing to worry about, Mr Crabb.

Thank goodness.

- Are you sure nobody saw anything?
- Mr Keen asked a few questions,

but I fobbed him off.
- Mr Keen?

He saw the vans coming out.

I told him we were shifting stock
to the Shoreditch warehouse.

Mr Crabb, are you all right?
You've gone as white as a sheet.

We have to go to Mr Selfridge
immediately.

- Gentlemen, Mr Selfridge is engaged.
- Oh, yes, thank you.

What have you done?

I... I didn't see any other way.

Mr Crabb and Mr Towler were just
trying to protect your interests.

Stealing is in my interest?!

Mr Towler, Mr Crabb,
we'll speak later.

Staff out of control?

Stock shifted to a business that
has nothing to do with Selfridges?

- I will handle the situation.
- The stock will have to stay there.

We can't risk this getting out.

Gordon,
order more replacement stock.

Do what you have to do,

but the fact remains you have
misplaced your trust in this man.

And I misplaced my trust in you.

I have no option
but to report this to the Civic.

- Harry, I can fix this.
- Go home, Jimmy.

- No, I... I'll go to the Civic.
- Go home!

Now.

You'd better have a good reason
for pursuing this.

I have a story. I know I have.

Dillon storms out of Colleano's club.
So what?

He was furious Madame Rennard
spent all evening with Colleano,

when she arrived on Dillon's arm.

Club staff told me Colleano
was planning an intimate dinner
for two the night he died.

Madame Rennard?

You're not suggesting
Mae had anything to do with it?

No.
But she told you where Dillon was.

I wondered if the police
had checked, and they hadn't.

He wasn't with his mother. She spent
all evening at a church gathering.

You can prove that?

I spoke with the vicar himself.

(LIFT DINGS)

I just want us to be clear.

None of this was my father's doing.

But it was his business partner's
doing.

You know I'm not the enemy.

I've been trying to protect you
and your father more than you think.

(LIFT DINGS)

Good evening to you, Mr Gordon.

(LIFT DINGS)

(GROANS)

(WAILS)

(WHIMPERS)

(GROANS)

(WAILS)

(WHIMPERS)

I just wanted you to know,

we don't hold
either of you responsible.

My father and I have to take
our share of the blame.

We should have kept a closer check
on Mr Dillon's management.

- Thank you, Mr Gordon.
- (DOOR OPENS)

Mr Towler, you have to get home
straight away.

The doctor's been called.
Your wife's gone into labour.

I should've stayed with her.

Go. Go!

I'm so sorry. There isn't
going to be a performance tonight.

The circus is finished.
I've made a complete mess of things.

Oh, well...

Well, that's all right, Meryl.

We can all go to the tea rooms
when you finish work instead. Yes?

- It's not the same as the circus,
though.
- No.

Nothing like. I'm sorry, Ernest.

- Who wants to go to the toy
department?
- Oh, yes. Good idea.

My treat. Yes? Come along, then.

Oh...

Madame Rennard's autumn collection.

It's Italian silk.

You can tell the quality
straight away.

Look at those darts! (GASPS)

That's a sign of good tailoring.

You love being here.

Mr Crabb told me that
he asked you to come back.

Now I'm asking.

Yes, but what about the children?

Surely they would think
I was abandoning them?

Why don't you ask them?

I'm genuinely sorry, Harry.

I thought I'd pay you the courtesy
of showing you first.

This is sheer nonsense.

- I wouldn't print it,
if it wasn't solid.
- No!

No, it's low,
even by your rag's standards.

I didn't have to come here.

I certainly didn't come here
to be insulted.

Even if it isn't to get at me,
you have Jimmy Dillon all wrong.

He's not a murderer.

There's enough to provoke a proper
police inquiry at the very least.

We run with that story
first thing in the morning.

Good day.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Where is she?

It's a boy, George.

A beautiful, healthy baby boy.

(CHUCKLES)

- Mr Selfridge to see you, sir.
- Harry. I'm sorry.

I'm not here about the stock, Jimmy.

The Herald is running
with a story about you tomorrow.

- What kind of story?
- Total nonsense.

Accusing you
of killing Victor Colleano.

- Now, the good news is
we've been forewarned.
- Harry...

We can get ahead of this
with a press release of our own.

We can make it clear
that this is all part of

Wynnstay's ongoing vendetta against
me, against people that I work with.

No press release.

We have to fight back hard.
If we don't...

I did kill Victor!

No.

No.

Why?

It was an accident.

We argued about Mae.

Mae?

I was jealous.

We fought.

I never meant for him to fall.

Every night, I...

I see it happening
over and over again.

Why didn't you come to me?

Because I didn't want to see the
look that's in your eyes right now.

I... I put my trust in you!

I thought us buying Whiteleys
together,

somehow you could shield me
from what I've done.

But even Harry Selfridge
can't do that.

I came to look at you as a son.

I am so sorry.

Harry, I'm so sorry for everything.

I'm not a bad man, Harry.

I never meant for Victor to fall.

Everything about you is a lie.

Everything. You killed a man.

And then you think that
you can just hide behind me?

- I'll go to the police.
- Pay your price.

- Harry...
- Pay your price!

I want nothing more to do with you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I know I've been trying
to organise you all rather too much.

Please bear with me while
I try and muddle through, won't you?

You're doing a great job, and I'll
fight anyone who says otherwise.

(LAUGHS)

Would any of you be upset
if Josie went back to work?

- We could all help out.
- Is that what you want, Josie?

Well, no, not if it makes you
unhappy, I don't, no.

Will you still read me stories
and tuck me in every night?

Yes, of course I will, Ernest.

Father working
didn't make us unhappy.

It wouldn't be any different
with you.

As long as we're together,
that's the main thing.

We'll always be together, Eleanor.
We're family now.

Good evening, and welcome!

- This way, please.
- (Go on, Ernest. Go on.)

(LIVELY MUSIC STRIKES UP)

(GASPS)

Oh!

Look at the acrobats!

Did you do all this?

It's Freddy's idea.

(GIGGLES)

Harry, what's the matter?

Jimmy killed Victor.

Oh, my God, so it's true.

You knew?

I... I was meant to be having
dinner with Victor that night.

Just dinner with a dear friend.

Jimmy had become...
far too possessive.

Jealous.

He was trying to own me.

What made you suspect him?

A journalist...

...started asking questions
about Victor's death,

and Jimmy acted...

...strangely, so I...

I went to him. I confronted him.

And you didn't think
to tell me any of this?

Well, no,

because he...

he denied it, and I...
I had no reason to disbelieve him.

- How could you not say anything to me?
- Because I had no proof.

And you'd just gone into business
with him.

You believed in Jimmy so much.

This may well destroy me
and my family.

- Harry...
- Now I have to say good night, Mae.

I-I have to take all this in.

I thought I knew you.
I thought I knew Jimmy.

I don't know who to trust.

Pop, Jimmy's death
is not your fault!

Rosalie,
I need to speak to Harry.

Mae called again.

Will he be at work today?

He can't leave you
to deal with everything.

I'm being stared at, gossiped about.

It will go ahead, the celebration?

Of course it will.

I would like to see
Mr Selfridge's personal accounts.

I trust everything is in order.

Mr Selfridge, you have dragged down
the very name of Selfridges.

- I don't trust myself.
- I trust you!

You can come back or leave it all
up to me. But you need to decide.