Season 3 | Episode 8

♪ ♪ I wanted you all to see the warehouse that I've hired to store all the extra stock for the sale.

The Britain at Play event was the first part of a strategy.

We attracted significant attention.

Now we'll capitalize by selling like we've never sold before.

We'll have rotating offers in every department throughout the store.

I made a personal promise to our shareholders, and I intend to keep that promise.

We need to make a lot of profit quickly.

Frank.

As you'll have seen, an intense press advertising campaign started this evening with robust, some might say aggressive, wording.

How much of this do we have to sell?

All of it.

It'll be the sale of the century.

You're working evenings now?

I have a business meeting with Harry later.

Uh, what's in the suitcase?

I was hoping to bunk down on the couch.

I've run out of money for digs.

Book into lodgings for tonight, hmm?

Come on.

Can't you dip into the Selfridge Estate account?

No.

We stick to the plan.

We take it all out in one lump sum when the rest of the money comes in.

Why's he having a business meeting with you at this hour anyway?

As we're not together anymore, I have to take what time he offers, don't I?

You'd better go.

(sighs) FRASER: I'm sorry, sir, but there's nobody by the name of Olga Pushkin at this residence.

This arrived at the Russian embassy with instructions to be delivered to this address.

There must be some mistake.

Good evening.

(door shuts) Is there a problem, Fraser?

A mistaken delivery, ma'am.

From the Russian embassy.

What on earth are you doing?

Mama?

(fabric tearing) (click) Oh.

(sniffles) I never thought I'd see them again.

(sniffles) This changes everything, Serge.

Now you can build your plane.

No.

You've lived on your wits long enough.

I'm busy with Jacques.

You can still support Jacques and create.

I'm going to sell some of these and make your dreams come true.

All through the terror, the running, the relying on strangers, one thing, one-one thing kept me going.

You, Serge.

(sniffles) You kept me going.

Now we are in charge of our own destiny.

(sniffles, chuckles) Harry.

I thought maybe you weren't coming.

Mmm.

Nothing could keep me away.

(chuckles) You haven't changed your mind?

(chuckles) No.

But a supply merchant sees a ring like that, it makes it even harder to haggle.

Well, you could wear it if we made an announcement.

Might increase your buying power as my future wife.

Let's just keep it to ourselves for now.

At least until building starts.

Besides...

Besides?

Well, I need some time to get used to being Harry Selfridge's wife.

The project and marriage, it's-it's a lot to take in.

(chuckles) You need an office.

Come to the store tomorrow.

It'll be nice to have you around.

Really?

(chuckles) Thank you.

Mmm.

(chuckles) Let's make this work.

(exhales) Hardly what you promised.

It's not like we can openly advertise.

I am putting the word out.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

I'm not bankrolling Rome.

(indistinct chatter) Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Morning.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Morning.

(indistinct chatter) That's ten shillings, madam.

An excellent idea buying your Christmas presents in advance.

How long do we have to keep this up for?

Keep going, just keep going!

May I help you?

Oh, yes, please...

I'll need a lot more than that.

We've already sold out of the butternut calfskin.

Customers keep moving things from my displays.

I can't keep up.

Oh, just get on with it!

GORDON: Is everything all right?

Can I help in any way?

Uh, no, everything's under control.

Thank you.

Looks pretty busy to me.

How many customers through so far?

Footfall is up five times already on this time last week.

I want a till report from every department by noon, Mr. Crabb.

Yes, Chief.

WOMAN: Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

I thought I'd see you here today, Sir Robert.

What can I do for you?

We've always employed a gentleman's code of conduct between the retailers of London.

We'd never spring a random sale at Swan and Edgar.

Nothing to stop you.

The tone of your adverts is unashamedly huckstering.

"Buy now while goods are still in stock."

And you know damn well you've severely diminished the amount of stock that we can lay our hands on now.

So you would compete if you could.

I doubt you would tell your friends in the press that.

You are responsible for this morning's unfavorable editorials, I take it?

Believe me, that's just the start.

I've no doubt your board will have plenty to say about the bad publicity.

There are several groups within this city who find the tone of your advertising aggressive and scare-mongering.

We're in business, Sir Robert.

Tactics can be a little rougher than we'd like.

As for my board, like yours, they're interested in one thing.

Profit.

Burton!

Bitch!

Do you know there's an article in here calling our sale "unpublic-spirited."

"Encouraging people to be spendthrift."

What utter rubbish!

You'd better give this to Mr. Grove.

Little fella might be missing it.

Are you missing him, George?

I suppose I was playing at happy families for a while.

What with Agnes gone.

Look, George, I'm sure Mr. Grove could find a good position for you.

Would you like me to ask him?

I think it'd be best if I start over.

Let me ask anyway.

Then you can decide.

Gentlemen!

Please.

I take it you've seen the editorial?

Sour grapes from our competitors.

Do we care?

Not if Selfridge is focused on profit at last.

As long as he shifts that warehouse of merchandise.

What warehouse?

Oh, he's bulk-bought at unheard-of levels for this sale.

But that's a huge gamble.

What if he doesn't shift it?

The man might have a history of gambling, but never with his own store.

Look.

Despite the fact he does not consult us, I think it would be better for future relations if we showed some support.

I don't want to support something that's going to lose me money.

Why don't I go and see, um... Mr. Crabb?

He seems a reasonable fellow.

I'll ask to inspect the trading figures, and see that the ship is sailing on an even keel.

Mmm.

Good idea, Loxley.

GROVE: Come.

Uh, George found it this morning.

It's Ernest's, of course.

Yes.

Thank you.

Oh, I-I was hoping to speak to you about George.

Uh, he-he's looking for employment.

And, uh, I thought maybe with the sale... Well... let me come back to you.

I'll see what we have.

Thank you.

I can't do the roof struts for less than 30 shillings apiece.

It was 25 on the estimate you gave me last week.

With all the rebuilding going on since the war, the price of timber goes up every day.

You got to toughen up to play in this world, miss.

Does a gentleman's agreement not really count for anything anymore?

Look...

I'm really... You've already paid for the timber.

And gave Miss Webb her price.

Mr. Selfridge, sir.

I didn't know the lady was with you, sir.

What difference does it make?

Price is not the same for everybody.

Well, in my store they are.

Seeing as it's you, I will hold the price I gave the lady.

You'll drop to 20 shillings.

We can put a lot of business your way.

Or none at all.

(sighs) Yeah, all right.

Sign the check, Miss Webb.

(sighs) Thank you for that.

Ah, you're welcome.

I didn't like him taking advantage of you like that.

I thought you were going to hit him.

You would like that, wouldn't you?

(laughing): No, I would not like that.

(people shouting angrily) WOMAN: Stop the sale, now!

(gasps) Harry.

HARRY: Stay close to me.

Excuse me.

Should we call the police?

No, they had their fun.

Just take the posters down.

You want me to pull back on the advertising for the evening editions?

No, we forge ahead.

Mr. Grove, it's time that we hired a new head of security.

MAN: Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

GROVE: I think I know just the person.

You okay?

I'm fine.

What are you going to do?

Well, I'll tell you what I'm not going to do, and that's back down.

They take me on at their peril.

Right, Connie, we need 60 pairs of stockings and 75 camisoles.

Oh, and tell the porter to bring every box up to Fashion.

We'll have this lot sold by the end of the day.

Well, what will we do then?

Oh, you needn't worry.

There's a warehouse full of replacements.

Miss Mardle, might I have a word?

Uh, yes, of course.

Tell the porter, Connie.

And then you can take your tea break.

Thank you, Miss Mardle.

George Towler-- he's perfect for the position of head of security.

Oh.

I mean, he knows the store.

He has military experience.

Good, honest man.

Would you, um, ask him to come and see me first thing in the morning?

Yes, I'd be happy to.

Thank you.

Yes.

Thank you, Miss Mardle.

Uh, my pleasure, Mr. Grove.

"Colleano's Club invites you to join its exclusive membership."

(chuckles) This batch is ready for posting.

Mr. Barratt, Lord Sheridge, Jonathan Campbell.

You know a lot of rich people.

Years of running the Palm Court.

Regan will be pleased.

There's only one thing that'll please Regan-- turning that lot into money.

I have independent means now, Harry.

The Wiasemsky family jewels have arrived out of Russia.

I'm delighted for you, Princess Marie.

I will repay every single penny of my debt to you.

We can have a completely fresh beginning.

Marie... Before Serge married Rosalie, both our families had seen some... very dark times.

Now there's a baby to look forward to.

New hope for the future.

Marie...

I wanted to thank you for your kindness.

I need not prevail upon it any longer.

There.

You're not moving out.

I won't let you repay a thing.

It's not about the money.

You're part of the family now.

You belong with us.

And it means a lot to me that you offered.

It means a lot to me that you refused.

Rosalie will be a new mother, and she'll be glad of your support.

Miss Webb is inexperienced in this line of things.

Ah, Miss Webb.

Perhaps part of this brighter future, no?

We were going to wait for the right moment to tell the family, so this is for your ears only.

Mmm.

We're secretly engaged.

No!

Yeah.

(gasps) Oh.

Congratulations.

Wonderful news.

So she'll be taking up a lot of my time.

Mmm.

And the Selfridge Estate.

She has an office here now.

Why don't you pop in and say hello?

I would love to.

Very impressive.

I could nearly believe in you myself.

Well, the house plans are real.

We paid good money for them.

Doesn't mean they're going to get built.

What do you want?

The money you gave me only covered lodgings.

Well, I don't have anything on me.

But...

I do need you to deliver these revised estimates to Mr. King at the estate office.

He keeps on asking for architect's instructions on all sorts.

I'm trying to stay out of his way.

He's waiting on these estimates.

Please, Gus.

You're enjoying this side of things a bit too much for my liking.

Oh!

Is there a fire?

Oh, that was Mr. Gerrard, the architect.

These creative souls can be a bit of a handful.

Harry told me your exciting news.

Congratulations.

I am so happy for you both.

Uh, it's supposed to be a secret.

Oh, don't worry, your secret is safe with me.

I love secrets.

I would like very much for us to be friends.

I-I feel you and I got off on, um... wrong foot.

I hadn't noticed.

And you can never have too many friends.

That's exactly what I always think.

(chuckles) I'll have these typed up for you today, Mr. Crabb.

Thank you, Miss Plunkett.

Oh, and... You, out.

I need to speak to Mr. Crabb.

Lord Loxley...

The board is very worried about this sale.

No one came to us.

Mr. Selfridge knows what he's doing.

We demand to see the trade-in figures at the end of each day.

Out of the question.

Figures need to be analyzed, put in perspe... What are you doing here?

The board is concerned about a warehouse full of stock, bad press, protesters outside the door.

Is everything under control?

Loxley, we are...

Spiraling expenditure.

How much did that "Britain at Play" extravaganza cost?

I don't expect you to understand our strategy.

More full pages of advertisements this evening?

Strategy?

Or a complete and utter waste of money?

Get out.

I want answers.

I don't care what you want.

Reduced prices and increased advertising.

Is this... Mr. Crabb, tell Mr. Edwards to double the advertising.

And we're offering an additional ten percent off everything.

This is my store.

I'll run it my way.

Now, get out.

Grace, Grace, please wait.

GRACE: Don't do this.

It's hard for us both, but it's for the best.

Why are you being like this?

I-I... Look, I'm a shop girl, you're the boss's son.

We're from different worlds.

I let myself down in front of Mr. Crabb.

Mightn't mean a lot to you, but it certainly means a lot to me.

More than I mean to you?

(scoffs) See?

You don't have to worry about things like that.

It's all mapped out for you.

I have to make my own way.

Grace, please... Look, just leave me alone, Gordon.

You know in your heart your father will never approve.

I don't know that.

How would I know that?

You didn't tell him about us, did you?

MAN: Hold on tight, please.

Grace.

(knocking on door, door opens) I know, I know, Mr. Crabb.

Know what?

You're going to say that I should not have let Loxley get to me.

That my orders about advertising and a ten percent discount could come back to bite me in the... behind.

I was going to say... let's stick it to them.

(chuckles) Are we celebrating?

Yes.

Well, your new job, if you want it.

Mr. Grove is offering you head of security.

Really?

It's difficult to turn that down.

Well, going back was the right decision for me.

Felt like I was returning to family.

With all the arguments that come with family, too.

(laughs) Things must be better between you and Mr. Grove.

Well, they're getting better, George.

Yes.

They're getting better.

(children chattering) Quiet, children, please.

Please, can I just see him?

Get away from my door.

You know you're not welcome here.

Miss Mardle allowed me to see Ernest.

Please, I am his father.

As far as Ernest is concerned, I am his father.

Miss Mardle should not be encouraging you to make contact with him.

(children talking, laughing) (sighs) A drink?

Oh, yes, please.

(quiet chatter) Things are looking up.

(laughing) Ah... That looks like a heavy loss to me.

They'll win hard; they'll lose even harder.

You've got board directors over there... bankers.

These are quality punters.

You'll get your money.

You better get some rich losers in here, and fast.

I'm running out of patience.

You've got a week to turn this place around.

(sighs) Right, right, right... How's the new office working out?

I like being here.

I like knowing that if I want to see you, all I have to do is step out that door.

(chuckles) We make a heck of a team.

We'll do good things together, Nancy Webb.

You've given my life back to me.

You've changed my life completely.

Yes?

You wanted to see me.

That man came to my house last night.

To my house!

Honestly, what does he think is going to happen?

That I'm going to raise his son to call him Father?

Oh, he just wants to see him.

Well, that is never going to happen.

You can tell him so from me.

Roger...

This is the result of your meddling.

I cannot believe you let that man see Ernest at your house.

Why do you always see everything in black and white?

Right or wrong?

In this instance, I am entirely in the right.

Oh, in every instance!

But let me tell you something.

You are a hypocrite.

Oh, yes, Doris let you down.

But have you really forgotten that we had an affair behind your first wife's back?

How could I possibly forget?

You're a constant shadow to me.

Follow me from place to place.

Interfere at my work, and now you interfere in my private life.

How could you possibly know my feelings for Ernest when you have no children of your own?

Josie... Oh, yes, it's true.

I'm not a mother.

But I am a human being.

There was a time when I thought you were one, too.

Leave me alone.

With pleasure, Mr. Grove.

With absolute pleasure.

Good morning.

25 English pounds.

Good day to you, sir.

Mr. Paignton, you've forgotten your receipt.

Throw it in the bin.

Am I disturbing you?

Not at all.

Come in.

For you.

Oh... An Austrian crystal paperweight from that gorgeous shop in the Burlington Arcade.

My engagement present.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Well, while I was there... (laughs) ...a most confusing thing happened.

I saw a man who looked exactly like your architect friend coming out of the jeweler's.

He had the same unfortunate abrupt manner, but they called him Mr. Paignton.

Well, no wonder you're confused.

Our... our architect's Mr. Gerrard.

Well, that's what I remembered.

Well, it's a simple mistake to make, and surely he corrected you when you addressed him.

Oh, I didn't.

Like I said, I was confused.

Serve me right for not wearing my spectacles in public.

(laughs) Oh!

You-you will consult me when it comes to making those wedding plans?

I am quite the expert, darling.

I will.

Thank you for this.

♪ ♪ Oh.

Where's Nancy?

She was here just moment ago.

I, uh, I brought her this engagement gift, and I seem to have dropped my glove.

Oh!

Here it is.

(chuckles) Thank you, darling.

Ground, please.

Gus?

Are you here?

Gus?

I am so glad you agreed to come out with me.

Why have you brought me here?

I think you know why.

Past history is best faced before you move on.

Who says I want to move on?

I do.

VICTOR: Good evening, Violette.

Good to see you.

Good to see you, too, Victor.

Are you not going to introduce us?

Oh.

Jacques De Sibour... Victor Colleano.

Enchanté.

Pleasure to meet you.

Well, enjoy your evening here.

Please...

So how have you been?

Well.

Place looks great.

Very refined.

Thank you.

Please enjoy.

Thank you.

Can we please leave?

We've only just arrived.

Have a seat.

I feel very uncomfortable.

Your former intimacy with Monsieur Colleano doesn't bother me.

Might bother any other man, but...

I'm a man of the world.

We are a good match.

That sounds so cold.

Shouldn't love figure in the equation?

Well, you've had love.

Where has it got you?

(ringing) (exhales) (sniffs) (ringing continues) Night, Pa.

Your evening didn't go well with Jacques?

Depends on what you mean by "well."

I think he wants to marry me.

How do you feel about that?

He's probably the right kind of man for me.

(sighs) I can be a handful.

Not too many could cope.

Well, if the best he can do is cope, he's not the right man.

You're my smart, funny, gorgeous little handful.

Whoever you decide to step out with... let it be on your terms.

LOWE: Loxley.

I didn't mean to cause alarm.

Did you speak to Crabb?

Ask him for trading figures?

I did.

He refused.

Said Selfridge knows what he's doing.

Did you believe him?

Quite frankly, I don't think Crabb believes his own words.

Did you tell him all our concerns?

Not to mention the astronomical cost of this advertising campaign?

Selfridge burst in while I was with Mr. Crabb.

He was incandescent when I said we wanted to offer our support.

That it would help if we could see trading figures.

Sounds like the man has something to hide.

I'm not sure how to tell you this, but... Sir?

When I pressed him on advertising costs, he told Mr. Crabb to double advertising and ordered an extra discount of ten percent across the entire store.

Mr. Crabb did not look happy.

Damn sure he didn't.

Nothing for it but to convene an emergency board meeting.

I'll get in touch with the other board members.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Selfridge has to be called to account before he costs us money.

And our credibility in the city.

You did your best, Loxley.

It's time his board takes him on now.

All the reds are on offer, madam.

We have pomegranate, ruby... Magenta surprise-- that's the one for you.

Thank you.

We don't have time for our usual patter, Jessie.

Close the sale quickly.

Go and have your tea break.

Go on.

I know we're all tired.

I'll carry on.

This is England.

No one carries on without tea.

Gentlemen.

Mr. George Towler, our new head of security.

Welcome back, George.

Mr. Towler.

Quite a coup you pulled off, Mr. Grove.

Miss Mardle said it was like coming back to family.

It does feel a bit like that.

Don't you dare leave home again.

Where's the ring?

You mean the engagement ring you got from the man you aren't seeing anymore?!

Just tell me!

I sold it!

You stupid... oh, you stupid... How am I going to explain that to Harry?

What do I care?

I want to know why you lied to me!

You said you'd broken it off, and then you go behind my back and agree to marry him?!

Were you trying to cut me out?

Because if you were...

I wasn't trying to cut you out!

Then why did you say yes, you'd marry him?

Because I meant it!

I love him, Gus.

(short laugh) All the scams we've pulled.

Broken every rule.

But the one rule you never break-- you don't fall in love with the target.

I love him.

I was just waiting for the right moment to tell you.

You really think you can be Mrs. Harry Selfridge?

This could be a new life for us.

(scoffs) Mm-hmm.

And I'd look out for you.

Of course I would.

No more running.

No more lying.

We could have a proper life.

And how could I pull off being an architect?

Mr. Gerrard goes to America.

You can go, just like you've always wanted.

See, that's why I haven't taken any money from the Selfridge account so far.

Because as long as that's all still there, we haven't done anything wrong.

Officially, we're clean.

You've really thought this through, haven't you?

I want to stay clean.

I'm going to build those houses.

And I'm going to be Mrs. Harry Selfridge.

(indistinct chatter) Miss Mardle.

Yes?

I'm checking every department to see where security needs to be increased.

I'll need a few minutes of your time in the morning.

Yes, of course.

Miss Hawkins.

George.

Mr. Towler.

Oh.

(laughs) Sorry.

It's lovely to have you back, George.

I made the right decision.

My little sister's delighted to see you, too.

Maybe... you should think about asking her out.

And maybe... you should stop trying to organize my love life.

I can manage that myself, ta.

(knocking) (door opens) CRABB: Sorry to disturb you, Chief.

Mr. Barratt's summoning an emergency board meeting this evening.

They're demanding to see figures.

We're nowhere near ready to present.

Loxley's behind this.

You don't seem surprised, chief.

They don't mean to see figures.

I think they mean to oust me.

What are we going to do?

Convene the meeting.

Are you sure?

I know how this company works inside and out.

Loxley doesn't.

I intend to stay one step ahead of them.

When you own this chair, Gordon, you have to fight tooth and nail to keep it.

You have to fight for everything you hold dear.

♪ ♪ Oh.

I'm here to see Miss Calthorpe, please, Miss Pertree.

It's not what you're used to, Mr. Gordon.

You won't talk to me anywhere else, so...

I had no choice.

Um, we're not usually so untidy.

Is there somewhere more... more private we could talk?

(short laugh) I'll go.

You were right.

I've...

I've been a coward.

Oh, Gordon, please...

I'm here to fight for you, Grace.

I want the whole world to know how... how much I love you.

Oh, Gordon... Just tell me you love me, too, and I'll go on fighting.

Of course I love you.

But I can only be with you if you tell your father about us.

I should've told him about us straightaway.

I will, Grace, I will.

(quiet laugh) (knocking) You wanted to see me, Mr. Grove?

Y-You may visit Ernest every second Sunday afternoon.

We'll say you're a friend of the family.

Obviously, I'll make myself scarce.

Thank you.

What made you change your mind?

Not everything's black and white.

Sometimes you have to change in order to move on.

Thank you, Mr. Grove.

♪ ♪ You didn't say good-bye last night.

Is everything all right?

Harry... Oh, I don't know how to tell you.

I've lost the ring.

Oh, Nancy...

I've looked everywhere!

It must've fallen off my finger.

Darling, it's just a ring.

No, it's not, because it's the ring that you got me.

I...

I feel awful.

We'll get you another one.

Look, I'll take you to dinner.

You tell me what you like.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ Gentlemen.

Loxley.

Ready for the board meeting, Mr. Crabb?

All set.

(clears throat) Is Mr. Selfridge deigning to join us any time soon?

The chairman of Selfridge's wishes to invoke his right to a two-week postponement according to Clause 18, Part Two in the Articles of Association.

Thank you and good evening, gentlemen.

(indistinct chatter) This is outrageous.

The man is out of control.

It is precisely this kind of erratic behavior that has so troubled Mr. Barratt and Mr. Lowe.

I am afraid to say I now fully subscribe to their concerns.

You have convinced me, gentlemen.

Selfridge has to go.

♪ ♪ Delay them!

Gentlemen, how are we this morning?

Hello, sir.

Good to see you.

Any word from Selfridge?

Lord Loxley.

Loxley?

Ah.

Mrs. Edwards.

You have recovered well, I see.

Yes.

Where's Mr. Crabb?

Well?

This week's profits are up by 6.4 percent.

Not as much as we'd hoped.

Have you been in contact with the board members who seem to be supporting Lord Loxley?

Mr. Barratt and Mr. Lowe haven't returned my calls.

And we can't be sure that Loxley hasn't won 'round the others.

They're coming, Chief.

So, Selfridge, finally you find time to see us.

Well, I'm here now.

What can I help you with?

You made a promise to your shareholders-- to raise profits by ten percent.

But when I asked to see the figures, you and... your man withheld them.

And then you didn't turn up for the board meeting.

Let me stop you right there.

We have prepared figures, and they're right in front of you.

Please.

CRABB: You will see from the tabled figures that profits are now rising steadily.

They're up 6.4 percent.

6.4 percent is not what you promised.

You are not going to be able to raise profits by ten percent in time for the dividend.

Dividends don't go in till the end of October.

Now, September traditionally has been a very good month for us.

We introduce our autumn stock.

And that raises profits.

Furthermore, we intend to keep the sales running at the same time.

I have prepared some forecast figures.

Thank you.

(scoffs) Are we supposed to believe these?

You're gambling again, Selfridge.

You run this business in a dangerously autocratic fashion.

You won't allow anyone to question your judgment.

LOXLEY: Which is why this board would like to propose a vote of "no confidence" in you as chairman.

All the materials will be on-site by the end of tomorrow.

And the advance to pay my boys?

Money will be in your account the evening before we start.

Sounds good to me.

I'm glad you're here, Mr. Gerrard.

Uh, obviously, the ground is waterlogged.

Uh, I wonder-- it doesn't seem to be in the plans.

Uh, where do you want me to dig the sump well?

I thought we agreed here.

In the end?

Did we not?

Good.

Thank God.

This is bloody ridiculous.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

Well, I do-- I've been up half the night, every night, reading up on all this.

You can't make this work.

Yes, I can.

We agreed.

I'm going to build these houses and get married to Harry.

And you're going to America.

We're going to prison.

That's where this is going to end.

No, it's not.

Not if we hold our nerve.

HARRY: Gentlemen, before you vote, I've prepared a financial statement to show you how you've all profited from buying into this company.

I am a risk-taker, and I'm proud of it.

Business is all about assessed risk.

This is the past.

What about the future?

You could lose it all tomorrow, the next roll of the dice.

Stay firm, gentlemen.

Let's say you vote me out.

How do you propose to move on?

We bring a new chairman in.

You haven't thought this through.

This isn't business, it's personal.

You're a profiteer.

I'm a changed man.

Oh.

I've established a charitable foundation for war veterans.

Your charity supported a man who assaulted a member of our staff.

She put herself in harm's way.

Working late at night, slathered in makeup.

So it's her fault, is it?

She should have been more careful.

That kind of talk.

No wonder Lady Mae left you.

That woman is a liar and a whore.

(man scoffs) Her new husband doesn't think so.

She wouldn't have a new husband if you hadn't paid for a divorce.

She's a friend of mine.

She was mine!

And you took her from me.

And now you're going to know how it feels, Selfridge, to lose what's yours.

And he says it wasn't personal.

Lord Loxley, we're at a business meeting.

Sit down, sir.

Gentlemen, just remember what's at stake.

What's at stake is that Lord Loxley has been manipulating all of you for his own ends.

Let us proceed with the vote.

PLUNKETT: Mr. Selfridge?

SERGE: Good.

I'll come down to the workshop tomorrow.

They're starting on the aeroplane.

That's wonderful, darling.

What's the matter?

I know that look, Mama.

The architect for the Selfridge Estate.

I don't think he's right.

He's meant to work there.

I went...

It was boarded up.

Hmm, could be an old card.

I made inquiries.

Nobody knows of him.

Who recommended him?

Miss Webb.

Ah.

Don't cause trouble, Mama.

The first time it's actually working between us and the Selfridges.

And if Harry thinks you're snooping, it'll ruin everything.

Leave well alone.

The vote is defeated.

Seven votes to two.

(scoffs) I gave you all a chance, but you were too wet to take it.

Your shares will fall in value.

This man will lose you money.

Mark my words.

If anyone else is unhappy with the way I run this company, I suggest you leave this table now.

Thank you for your faith, gentlemen.

I shall repay it.

I've got some gossip for you.

Prince Carol of Romania is in town.

He's with two girls, stage stars.

They're visiting clubs, looking for games, and he's losing thousands.

And so are the girls on his credit.

Isn't baccarat his thing?

Mm-hmm.

We could run a private evening.

Your friends get word to him?

I'll ask them.

This could be the big one.

Finally get Regan off our backs.

He giving you trouble?

I just want him to leave us alone.

So do I.

We are hearing how you sent Lord Loxley and Mr. Lowe packing.

Well, the question is, who will they sell their shares to?

We don't need to worry about that.

We have more to celebrate.

Mmm.

We begin work on the Selfridge Estate in two days.

(all exclaim) Ma would be so proud.

Wouldn't she be.

Your mother was a... a special, unique woman.

And after she died, I never thought I'd find love again.

But I've been lucky.

I found Nancy.

Pa, what are you saying?

Are you marrying Nancy?

Yes, I am.

Pa, that's great news.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(laughter) Is there something you know that you're not telling me?

I could be wrong.

If you're not sure about her, trust your instincts.

GORDON: I'm sure you both will be very happy.

HARRY: Ma.

(laughter) Make sure you type these up for Mr. Fields.

Yes, of course.

Thank you so much.

Violette didn't seem too happy with my news last night.

She'll come around.

You know, I thought she liked Nancy.

Honestly, I think your sister's going to send us to an early grave.

Uh, I'm seeing someone, too.

You are?

It's serious.

The Maxwell Taylor girl, the younger one.

I always thought you liked her.

No, no, it's nothing like...

The older one.

Flora.

W-Well, actually... Mr. Selfridge, Miss Webb and Mr. Edwards are ready for you.

Coming along now.

(chuckling): Oh.

You're a dark horse, Gordon.

We'll talk later.

FRANK: When do they actually start digging?

In two days' time.

I want you down at the site, Harry, spade in hand.

First piece of earth to be turned for the Selfridge Estate.

Miss Webb, I need details about you for the press release.

Details?

Actual biography.

Mm... mm-hmm.

Mr. Selfridge, the bank's on the line.

It's about the estate.

Shall I tell them to call back later?

No, uh, put them through to here.

Uh, I need a biography for the architect, as well.

What's his name?

Uh, Mr. Tom Gerrard.

I'd like to talk to him as well, make sure that he's happy with the excavation.

Can you bring him into the store?

Mm-hmm.

(telephone rings) (clears throat) Hello.

I see.

Thank you very much.

£15,000 into the Selfridge Estate bank account.

We got our full budget.

(laughter) That's such wonderful news.

I'm so happy.

FRANK: You and Miss Webb have a good working relationship.

We do.

Harry, is something going on?

This isn't for print, but you might as well know we're getting married.

Ah... (chuckles) Princess Marie Wiasemsky.

Good afternoon.

I wonder if you could help me.

I want to make inquiry about an architect who is registered here with the institute; his name is a Mr. Thomas Gerrard.

I'll check.

Thank you so much.

Come.

Miss Mardle.

I'm handing in my notice.

I-Is this...?

Have you entirely thought this through?

I find it impossible to work with you.

I know.

It's been difficult to work alongside each other recently, but... You treat me as if I'm some sort of pariah, when I'm not.

I won't put up with it anymore.

I don't need to.

Josie.

Please.

Reconsider.

Please inform Mr. Selfridge.

(whispering): I got it from the horse's mouth.

(whispering): Well, I think that's wonderful.

Mr. Selfridge deserves his happiness.

Keep your eyes peeled this week, ladies.

I've had a tip-off.

There's a gang of shoplifters working Oxford Street.

At least you're here.

Makes us all feel much safer.

All right, Jessie, back to work.

You've got a proper fan club.

It's funny.

None of the girls at the club were that interested in me.

Why, us girls are your sort, that's why.

Oh, excuse me.

Good morning, Miss Webb.

Good morning.

I just wanted to say congratulations.

And if you need somebody to make you up for your big day, you know who to come to.

Yes, we haven't finalized any of the details yet, so please... Oh, don't worry, I'll keep it to myself.

But I must warn you, news does travel fast around here.

Yes.

(whispering): Jessie.

(typewriter clacking) Is Mr. Selfridge in?

Oh, I'm afraid he's left early today.

Do you know where I can find him?

It's very important that I see him.

He'll be with Miss Webb, I should think.

I presume you know... Oh, yes.

Wonderful news.

It reminds one how love can blossom in later life.

It's very urgent that I see him.

Perhaps you have Miss Webb's address?

I'm not at liberty to divulge that sort of information.

I suggest you come back in the morning.

Do you love me, Harry?

Would I be here if I didn't?

(chuckles) How do you love me?

When you walked into my office with those plans, I felt I knew you.

A connection.

I didn't think I'd feel that again.

Then there you were.

Like daylight through a window.

(sighing): Oh... Harry.

What is it?

I'm not sure I can do this.

What do you mean?

I'm not what you think I am.

Darling, what is it?

I...

I've lived on my own too long.

I've...

I'm selfish and difficult.

None of that matters as long as you feel the same about me as I do about you.

Do you?

You've never said it.

I love you, Harry Selfridge.

More than anything.

I love you.

Mr. Selfridge.

Mr. Selfridge.

(whistles) Good morning, Mrs. Edwards.

Good morning.

Morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Miss Calthorpe.

Good morning.

Morning, gentlemen.

Hello, Chief.

Morning, sir.

What's the matter with everyone?

News has traveled.

A certain engagement.

We're all thrilled to bits, Chief.

Hip hip!

ALL: Hooray!

Hip hip!

ALL: Hooray!

Hip hip!

ALL: Hooray!

HARRY: Thank you.

Thank you all.

All right, right, back to work now, please.

Back to work.

Princess Marie is in your office.

She's very keen to see you.

The heads of department meeting has been moved forward by one hour.

And, uh, I'd like to say... congratulations!

Ah, thank you.

So much for my secret engagement.

The whole store seems to know.

What's this?

It's a list of Mr. Thomas Gerrard's previous engagements.

According to this, he trained 20 years ago, he's done dozens of jobs, but it's not possible.

He's too young.

I saw him at a jeweler's shop.

They called him by a different name.

It was very strange.

So I went to the Royal Institute of British Architects.

I did tell Miss Webb.

You spoke with Nancy.

She seemed confident in Mr. Gerrard, but I...

I wasn't quite sure.

Well, I suppose it's possible she didn't check his references.

But she has a lot to be getting on with.

Of course she does.

I hope I did the right thing, Harry, bringing this to you.

How may I help you?

Do you mind if I look at some of these?

ELSA: I'm looking for something classy... that's distinctive.

How about beaded?

I like that.

Victor, what do you think?

Prince Carol is not going to know what's hit him.

One of our mannequins could model it for you, madam.

ELSA: Yes, thank you.

(gasps) Excuse me.

Security, those women, they're thieving.

Quick, go.

Hey, stop!

Stop those women!

Get them!

Stop!

Stop them!

But why?

She's the heart of this store.

The best head of department we've ever had.

The finest manage...

This is your doing.

Arthur!

I tried to dissuade her, but she just wouldn't listen.

Honestly!

Sometimes I could knock your head against the wall.

I would if I thought it would bring you to your senses.

You've behaved horribly to Josie in the last few months.

I'm fully aware that my behavior's been less than exemplary.

But there are things you don't know.

I know what happened with Doris.

I know Doris was unfaithful to you.

I don't want to think about it.

I can't bear to.

Well, you have to.

Because you're taking your anger out on the wrong person.

And unless you do something about it, you're going to lose your greatest friend.

And you'll regret it, Roger.

You'll regret it for the rest of your life.

They looked so proper.

I didn't think for one minute they were wrong 'uns, but she had half the store under her cape.

Now I understand why you don't want to come back to the club, George.

It's all go here.

You should get that seen to.

Nah, it's nothing.

He's had much worse.

Listen, George, it's been good to see you.

We got to go.

But drop into the club whenever you want.

All right?

And bring Miss Hawkins with you.

Night out on me.

Cheers, Victor.

Take care, George.

Wow.

The famous Mr. Colleano.

I suppose you want to go to his club now.

No.

It's not my kind of place, George.

I wouldn't feel comfortable.

What is your kind of place?

Uh... the Palais de Danse at Hammersmith.

Would you fancy going there tonight?

(scoffs mildly) You any good at dancing?

Let me take you.

You'll find out.

(knocking on door, door opens) Uh, Pa, can I... can I talk to you?

Just the person I needed.

There's going to be press at the Selfridge Estate site, and I need you there.

Think your sister should be there, as well.

Miss Plunkett...

I'm sorry.

I need to tell you something.

(sighing) I'm courting Grace Calthorpe.

You're what?

I've been trying to tell you for ages.

Gordon, no.

You said Ma made you the person you are.

Well, that's how I feel about Grace.

She's my friend.

But it's more than friendship.

I love her.

You can't have a relationship with Miss Calthorpe.

You are her employer.

Pa, hear me out-- I don't care that she's staff.

Other people will.

Times have changed.

No, they haven't.

Believe me.

If you want to be a leader, you have to hold yourself apart from those you lead.

I started in the loading bay.

I've never held myself apart.

The staff still do as I ask.

I blame myself for this.

I've been distracted.

I haven't given you the guidance you need.

This isn't about you.

This is about me and how I feel for Grace.

You are deputy manager of this store.

You have to put your feelings aside.

I am sorry, son.

I really am.

But if you want to keep your position, you have to break it off with her.

VIOLETTE: Why is it okay for Pa to marry any old person and not me?

Pa loves her.

I loved Victor!

It seemed like you were using him as some kind of rebellion against us all.

In the beginning, maybe it was like that.

I knew Pa would disapprove, and it made it more exciting.

But then... well, I did fall in love.

I gave myself to him.

All of myself.

Your...?

It wasn't just a romance.

If I've learned anything from marriage, you have to fight for the person you love.

(rings bell) (footsteps approaching) Why's the house up for sale?

Come in.

I've made my decision.

I'm not just leaving Selfridge's.

I'm also leaving London.

But you mustn't.

(stammers) I mean, not-not because of me.

I behaved very badly.

I took all my misery about Doris out on you.

And-and... none of it was your fault.

You were just... A convenient target.

Well, I... wouldn't put it quite like that.

I would.

That's all I've ever been for you.

Someone to rely on.

To moan to.

Someone to sleep with.

Josie...

I put up with it for all these years, stupidly.

Look, it-it... it's possible that a part of me always believed that you would be there.

And-and, so perhaps... yes, perhaps, I might've... taken advantage of that, and-and... if so, I'm sorry!

You are a petty, selfish little man.

You know nothing of friendship, loyalty... love.

I don't need you anymore.

Go away, Roger.

Josie...

I mean it, please leave me alone.

But I can't, not like this.

I might never see you again.

Very probably.

Well, at least... say we part friends.

Well, if I did, it would be a lie.

What will I do without you?

Oh, I don't know.

Muddle through, I suppose.

I don't care anymore.

Please leave my house.

And... shut the door on your way out.

This is ridiculous.

It's impossible.

I will not leave until we part friends.

I will not.

It's going to be an awfully long night.

So, Mr. Gerrard, you've been to the site.

I have, sir.

And you're happy with the excavation plans?

I am.

The ground's damp, but we made provision for that.

Well, you have some experience on waterlogged ground.

You worked on the Fortescue estate.

There-there's a lake there, I believe.

(short laugh) And what were you designing for Lord Fortescue?

Oh, I, uh...

I...

I can't, I can't remember.

Well, you-you must remember.

It was only last year.

(quiet laugh) Oh, uh, let me think, uh... What was it?

That's it.

A palm house.

You built a ballroom.

Mr. Tom Gerrard did anyway.

I was just speaking to him on the telephone.

Look...

I was desperate.

Nobody would give me a job.

People's lives are at stake here!

Servicemen who want to start again.

And for what?

An architect's fee?!

You're a despicable liar!

My friends will help me!

You think you're clever, Selfridge!

It's not just me!

Miss.

I can't believe it.

I'm-I'm so sorry.

No, no.

You weren't to know.

He tricked us both.

God, I can't stand a cheat.

GEORGE: I think this chap's real name might be Augustus Paignton.

He's been linked to quite a few frauds.

Had people's money up and down the country.

The thing is... they're not sure.

He usually works with his sister.

The two of them do jobs together.

His sister?

Pretty girl, the police say.

Reckon she's the brains.

He didn't introduce you to a young lady, did he?

No.

Well, then, it might not be him.

If I hear anything else, you'll be the first to know, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Towler.

I'll leave you to your affairs.

MAN: You want to withdraw the whole amount, Miss Webb?

Are you sure?

My contractors have been extremely patient, but I owe them all money.

And the building materials are on hold, and... (sighs) I'm beginning to have sleepless nights.

We wouldn't want that, would we?

Very well.

I'll arrange it.

Oh, thank you so much.

(short laugh) HARRY: Nancy?

Taxi!

♪ ♪ I'm going to bed now.

I'll still be here in the morning.

(sighs) You think you can wear me down.

Well, you can't.

I know I'm a fool.

But I won't give up on our friendship.

If you forgive me now, I will try to be to you what you have always been to me.

My better half.

A most important person in my life.

My soul's mate.

Don't let this be the end.

Please.

Oh, Roger!

You really are the most obstinate, ridiculous... glory of a man.

Dearest Josie.

My heart's love.

I don't deserve you.

Not even the smallest bit of you.

No.

You really don't.

Tonight's the big one.

Our best behavior.

Hello, Victor.

Can we talk?

Lads?

I haven't been able to stop thinking of you since the other night.

I've missed you so much.

And when I saw you again, I realized it.

We're too different.

All this... it's not a world you could ever belong to.

I could try.

Beautiful hands.

Never seen a day's work.

You think I'm spoiled.

And it's true.

I've been given so much.

Just not the things I've always wanted.

But I can change.

I can become a better person.

For you, I can.

Please, Victor, give me this chance.

I'm sorry, Violette.

No.

Is that your last word on it?

I hate who I am.

Don't say that.

You're wonderful.

And some man is going to be very lucky to have you.

(sobs) Grace.

Can we talk?

Please?

I knew he wouldn't accept it.

I do understand, it's just... it's hard, that's all.

It's not.

Because I've made my decision.

I'm leaving the store.

You can't!

I can do what I like.

I'm fed up with living in my father's shadow.

It's time he understood I'm my own person.

I make my own choices.

I choose you.

Tell me this isn't true.

Tell me this isn't happening.

I didn't take it.

But you were going to.

You were going to run...

When Gus was arrested, I panicked, yes, but...

I couldn't leave you.

I...

I just couldn't.

I thought that we were right for each other.

I thought that I knew you.

And that you knew me.

Was any of it real?

Of course it was.

I've broken all of my own rules.

I've risked everything to come here.

You've changed me.

I can't go back to the woman I was.

Who was she?

Tell me.

You owe me that.

My real name is Emily Paignton.

My brother and I ran away from my parents when I was 13.

We had nothing.

We... had to live on our wits, so we became... grifters.

I always hated it.

I hated it.

I wanted it to stop.

And then, when we saw the publicity for the government housing, it was just an opportunity... To lead some idiot by the nose.

It was never meant to be you.

It was meant to be Lord Meadows.

And was he meant to fall in love with you, too?

Because I fell so hard... None of that was part of the plan.

You have to believe me.

Harry, you said last night that we have something special between us, there's a connection.

Neither of us can deny that.

We can still build the estate.

Come, we can do it together.

And you hate to be alone.

You need a wife.

Wife?

I'm still the same person, underneath.

I can't believe I ever thought I could replace Rose.

Harry, just give me one more chance.

I swear, I won't let you down.

I don't care about you anymore.

Do you understand?

You're not who I thought you were.

You're a cheat.

You're a liar.

(sobs) You're a stranger.

I'm not going to call the police, but I never want to see you again.

Crawl back under your stone.

(crying): But I love you.

You don't know what the word means.

I didn't before, but I do now.

Please don't do this, Harry.

Get out.

(sobs) Get out of my store.

Before I throw you out myself.

You are vulnerable to women.

I think you always will be.

You're lucky it was me.

If your client buys all our shares, then they'll have a 15% stake in the company.

Harry Selfridge and his family will still have the majority.

The family are loyal now, but the cracks are showing.

And Selfridge himself has his weaknesses.

Your client wants control of their company?

All he need do is wait.

Hmm.

Well done, Loxley.

It would be funny if it wasn't so tragic.

We're a pathetic bunch.

We can't get anyone to love us.

Violette...

I'm still in love with Victor Colleano.

I don't think I'll ever get over him.

Well, if you feel so much for him, go to him.

I've tried.

He doesn't want me.

Jacques De Sibour, though... he's keen to snap me up, so I'm going to Paris to await his proposal.

But you don't even know him.

I can't stay in London.

I don't want to see Victor ever again.

Oh, honey, shh.

Shh.

Listen.

Let's go away together.

Just the two of us.

Around the world, if you'd like.

We'll get over this together.

We'll have adventures.

Oh, Pa...

It would have been fun, but it's too late for that.

I've decided.

I'm going to marry Jacques.

He's a nice man.

I could grow to like him.

Even love him.

Oh... And most importantly, he's my sort.

Violette... don't go.

I've made up my mind.

I leave for Paris tonight.

Don't do this.

Good-bye, Pa. MAN: I'm in again.

£2,000.

And for the ladies, as well?

WOMAN: Darling, you're too generous.

Happy?

Keep up the good work, Mr. Colleano.

Mr. Selfridge.

What can I do for you?

I want to play cards.

Who's here tonight?

Prince Carol of Romania.

And the two women?

VICTOR: The Dolly sisters.

Musical cabaret stars.

Your Highness.

Ladies, gentlemen, may I join you?

Who are you?

I'm Harry Selfridge.

Well, Harry Selfridge, are you ready to take us on?

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