All language subtitles for Mr Selfridge.S04E07.720p

He was a good man.

Let's go to work, Harry.

Mother.

Is there news?

There is news.

You don't have
to hide anymore.

The police suspect
organized crime.

This means nothing.

It's gossip, rumors.

It means you're not
in the frame.

In the frame or not, I...

I killed him.

Accidentally.

Then why do I feel like this?

You take things on.

More than you should.

Ever since
you were a boy.

You can't hide here
forever.

People will talk.

You've business in London
to attend to.

You've made powerful
friends, Jimmy.

Allies.

Men like Harry Selfridge.

You keep him close
and you'll be fine.

Things have been
difficult lately.

We need this to work.

A store-wide
summer promotion.

Classic Selfridge's.

A great idea, Pa.

And preparations for the meeting
with Keen this morning?

I've overseen it personally,
every detail.

Ground floor, please.

Mr. Lyons has all he needs?

Ice cream cart?

Mr. Lyons has his cart.

It's good to have you back.

Morning!

"Summer at Selfridge's."

What do you think?

I love it.

Well done, Mr. Lyons.

Thank you.

Mrs. Edwards.

Summer selection,
Mr. Selfridge.

Ah, a final triumph
for you, Mrs. Edwards.

You shall be missed.

Well, we've saved
the best for last.

Let's see if your windows

do Madame Rennard's
collection justice.

Your first windows.

They're superb, Mae.

Thank you.

Wonderful job,
both of you.

We're in good hands.

Thank you.

How's George?

Um, well, he's not
really talking.

He's been staying up late
with his medals.

I think it's
stirred up the past.

Well, him and Victor
were best friends.

Give him time.

So, are you still telling people
you and Frank are together?

That he'll join you
in New York?

We are still married.

You must be nervous.

I can't imagine
how I'd feel.

Oh, nervous,
excited, too.

Elizabeth Arden,
New York City.

It's a big challenge.

I meant about leaving
Frank behind.

Bit of time apart
might be just the tonic.

Anyway, must get on.

I'll see you later
at my leaving party.

Have you seen this?

They're saying that Victor
was mixed up in the underworld.

Oh, yes.

Ghastly business.

Who knows what
really happened?

Your range is
a sensation.

Orders are flooding in.

And the windows are
a triumph.

Ah, yes.

Mr. Lyons,
he's a real talent.

He's rather peculiar,
though.

Well, most creative
types are.

True.

Frank tells me you've declined
press interviews.

Oh, Harry, I've been so busy
with this range.

To be honest,
I haven't really felt like it.

Throw them a bone.

You know how Mr. Crabbe
loves free advertising.

You love it.

Well, not that I want
to tempt fate or anything,

but at the moment, demand
isn't really our problem, is it?

The machine room
is close to breaking point.

I'll get Gordon on it.

I've got 15 machinists

turning out three dresses
an hour.

That's 400 dresses a day.

We're doing our best,
but demand's high,

and it's only going to go up.

Right, well,
I'll tell you what.

We'll look into hiring extra
machinists to ease the load.

Make sure to give them all
regular breaks.

Fine work, ladies!

Keep it HP-

Don't sit there gawping!

And keep your seams
straight, Brockless.

The board at the Civic
have concerns, Mr. Selfridge.

The incident
with the broken windows,

the bad publicity,

excessive
if not frivolous spending.

A disturbing pattern.

Mr. Keen,

you want us to show
a greater transparency.

Am I right?

Well, you ought to know

we're getting our house
in order.

We're consolidating,

reining in
our spending...

The summer promotion?

A cost that will return to us
tenfold.

Selfridge's is on the up-and-up
again, Mr. Keen.

All to the good,
but I should warn you

that we at the Civic
are looking to exert

a more muscular
executive presence

in the future.

Of course.

For example, I would like to use
an office space here in store.

For a couple
of days a week.

Mr. Crabbe?

We should be able
to accommodate you, Mr. Keen.

Why don't you come to our
monthly directors meeting?

Your input would be
greatly appreciated.

Would that address
your concerns?

It would.

Boys?

I told you to wait!

I'm so sorry.

We've been looking for you!

Mr. Keen.

Thank you, Mr. Selfridge.

What are you doing here?

Your father invited us.

Now, I have a
question for you boys.

What?

One second.

Who'd like ice cream?

Me!

It's all they could
think about this morning.

Ah, they're good kids.

About time I got
to know them better.

As a matter of fact,

why don't you and Gordon
come to dinner'?

Rosalie's been asking
after you.

We'd love to.

Can I have
another one?

Please?

Another one already?

All right.

Oh, go on then.

Thank you.

Grace, excuse us
for a moment, would you?

What's wrong?

Lord Wynnstay.

He's taking us to court.

Breach of contract.

What for?

Withdrawing
our advertising.

I'll call the lawyers.

I can do it.

All right.

So, you're ready.

And if anyone should ask,

you were seeing
to your sick mother.

The police are
looking elsewhere.

They'll keep doing that unless
you give them a reason not to.

Oh, don't be a fool, Jimmy.

Look in the mirror.

Give them half a chance,
they'll string you up.

Go back out there.

Put this behind you.

Focus on what
really matters.

And what's that?

Flying high.

So they can never
tear you down.

Here you are.

This arrived for you,
by messenger from Temple.

Open it.

Well, what is it?

Connie...

Victor set up a trust
for our baby.

But why?

Why us?

Victor knew so many people.

I haven't been a proper friend
to him, not for years.

I let things slide, Connie.

George!

Victor loved you.

And this is proof.

My story's like many of yours.

I first started out
in Selfridge's in accessories,

as an assistant.

I was ambitious, but I had
no idea how I might progress.

Mr. Selfridge made that happen.

Not just for me...
Others as well.

Because working at Selfridge's
is like being part of a family.

Family is important.

Mr. Selfridge taught me that.

He has guided us through
the ups and downs of life.

He encouraged us,

believed in us,

gave us a chance to shine.

This is the store
that Mr. Selfridge built,

and I'm proud to say that
it's made me who I am.

“Up-

New York won't know
what hit them.

I'm not quite sure
I can do this.

I've never been more confident
of anything in my life.

It's been a pleasure working
with you, Mrs. Edwards.

Director of Concessions,
Elizabeth Arden.

I'll never forget
what you've done for me.

It's me who should be
thanking you.

And I shall see you
very soon.

New York's
such a long way away, Kitty.

It's five days by boat.

It's nothing.

Four by zeppelin.

There's no way you're getting me
in one of those things,

George Howler.

Don't you feel guilty.

We always knew
you'd be off one day.

Don't make me cry, George.

Have you said your goodbyes?

Nothing left to say.

I should go, slip away.

My boat-train's at 11:00.

I've got a cab waiting.

On, Kitty...

A marriage that spans
an ocean.

It's very modern,
I suppose.

"And absence may,"
as the saying goes...

Absence won't heal
your marriage, Frank.

You'd be a fool
to think that.

I've been in your shoes,

lost years
with the woman I loved.

Life is short.

This is your last chance
to make it right.

You let her go,
you may not see her again.

My job is here.

Wynnstay's on our back
with this damned writ.

To hell with Wynnstay.

We've worked together
a long time, Frank.

You've saved my bacon more times
than I can count.

Jobs come and go.

Love doesn't have to.

Kitty!

Don't go.

I'm not going
through this again.

What you did, it doesn't heal
overnight, Frank.

It takes time.

Time and distance.

Wait, please,
for pity's sake.

If you walk out that door,

I'm scared
I'll never see you again.

Please listen.

I want our marriage back,
whatever it takes.

I have to go.

Let me come with you.

What?

To New York.

Now. Tonight.

Start a new life,
just the two of us.

What about your job here?

Harry's given me his blessing.

So... what do you say?

You haven't packed.

That was rather short-sighted
of you, Frank.

I didn't want to presume.

To New York!

Hello, Mae.

On your urging,

I talk to the press

and all they want
to talk about is this...

The London Herald.

"Provincial stores
sell off.

Selfridge's in trouble."

What's Wynnstay
playing at?

Frank needs
to sort this out.

Frank's gone.

He left for America with Kitty
last night.

Right, what do you want me
to say, then?

"No comment."

Tell them to move on.

This is because of the writ,
isn't it?

It could be months
before we get to trial,

months of stories like this.

Normally, Frank
would sort this out.

Would you be willing
to call a truce'?

Restore the advertising
in Wynnstay's papers.

I would,

but it's personal now.

Wynnstay's set against me.

He has no gripe with me.

If I sent you, he would take it
as a sign of weakness

and he'll think that
he's got me on the run.

Perhaps that's a good thing.

That is a beauty.

That's not for the collection.

That, my dear, is for you.

I've married a romantic.

Thank you.

I love it.

Do you know something?

I'm not afraid anymore.

With you by my side,
I feel that what will come...

Will come.

And until it does,
I shall live my life as normal.

My work, my family...

Ah, you wish to return
to your old post.

Mmm.

Do you know, I was rather
afraid of your children,

but I have to confess,
lam rather missing them.

They adore you.

Even Meryl?

Even Meryl.

Just great!

I'm so sorry.

It's easily fixed.

Sorry, where do you work?

Fashion.

Oh, perhaps I'll just knock over
a few dress racks.

Easily fixed.

I didn't mean to do it!

Well, you were wandering along
like a rummy.

I beg your pardon!

What gives you the right
to be so rude?

I'm sorry.

Where is everyone?

A welcome lunch
for the new machinists.

Why have you got
all this work?

From when I worked
on Miss Mardle's dress.

That isn't fair.

At all.

Forget I said anything.

Meryl, I need to get on.

I don't want to give them
any excuse.

Excuse for what?

Just go.

Lord Wynnstay.

My father sends
his apologies.

We would like you to drop
your writ against us.

In exchange,
we will continue

to place advertisements
in your papers

as per our contract,

which we intend
to honor in full.

Your father said I'd never see
another penny from Selfridge's.

Passions have coded.

You tell your father,
messenger boy,

I will not drop my writ.

I shall see him in court.

I thought you might
say that.

Our counsel feels this is
a more than fair settlement.

You're young.

I expect you think
everything has a price.

I wonder what your board
would make of this:

You turning down such a sum
on account of a petty grudge.

They are sure to hear
about it.

You do not own all the press,

Lord Wynnstay.

The Selfridge pup has teeth.

How are you, Harry?

Jimmy!

Where have you been hiding?

With my mother.

She's not been too well.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear
about that.

No, no, no, she's better now.

Can I just say the store
is looking absolutely fantastic?

It is.

"Summer at Selfridge's."

Magnificent.

We're back on form.

We should team up again, Harry.

What do you say?

Easy money out there
for men like you and me.

I'm gonna have to take
a pass on this one.

Can't take my eyes
off the ball again.

Almost lost everything...
My store, my family.

I would have, if not for you.

I hope you
understand, Jimmy.

So, we'll work together
again, I promise,

on the right project.

My door's always open to you.

Thank you.

So first,
you were a showgirl,

then a Lady of the Realm,

head of a Parisian
fashion house,

and now designer
at Selfridge's.

My goodness, you have
done your homework.

Ah.

I'm sorry, could you excuse me
just a moment?

Jimmy.

It's been awhile.

Yes, I know.

My mother was ill.

Ah.

I did wonder
where you'd been.

I was sorry to hear
about Victor.

Thank you.

He was an old friend.

It was a terrible shock.

I suppose it was.

I'm very sorry.

I should let you
get back.

Goodbye, Mae.

Madame Rennard,

I wonder if we might
go over these figures?

Of course, Mr. Crabbe.

Madame Rennard, can you sign off
on these order sheets?

I'm concerned
about the effect

of all these additional
machinists.

I'm concerned about feeding
customer demand, Mr. Crabbe.

You missed one.

Mae, did you manage
to speak to the press?

Oh, will you all just
go away?!

That was unforgivable, Harry.

I apologize.

Don't.

My head's in a whirl.

Victor?

Victor burned bright and fast.

Fought in the war,
achieved in business.

A full life.

In a funny sort of way, my life
and Victor's were quite similar.

He had no partner,
no children,

buried himself in his work...

You're not Victor.

I will die alone.

This collection,
I've thrown myself at it and...

it's worked,
it's been a success.

I just feel so... empty.

We're having
a family dinner tonight.

I want you to come.

That's a lovely thought, Harry,

but I would be
awful company.

Even at your lowest,
you still light up the room.

Come on.

I'm not going to take
no for an answer.

Oh, now this was from Hythe.

Oh, and this was from Dymchurch,
or was it Botany Bay?

Did you swim?

Oh, yes.

Every evening,
in the warm bath of my cottage.

Oh, hello.

Oh!

Welcome back.

How are things at the store?

Very busy.

Meryl, perhaps we could have tea
one day next week.

When you have
your break.

Oh, that's a fine idea.

You could catch up
on all store goings-on.

Father, can I ask you something?

But she's being singled out,
loaded down with work.

Miss Brockless should bring
the matter to me herself.

She doesn't want to make a fuss.

If those are her wishes,
you should abide by them.

I don't want my first day
back at work

to be taken up
by a petty squabble.

This all started because she
worked on Josie's wedding dress.

So in a way, you're morally
obliged to help.

Very well.

Mae, you must be thinking
of your autumn collection.

Mm!

Brown gabardine cloaks
and sackcloth wraps.

I've certainly learned that
one good idea is not enough.

You have to have several,
and for every new season.

I don't know how you do it,
Harry.

I have a great team around me,
the best in the business.

That's how you build
a lasting enterprise.

I've made many mistakes,
tragic mistakes.

But the best decision
I ever made

was bringing Gordon
back into the store.

He's steadied the ship.

I don't want to let you go,
so I've created

a new position for you.

Managing Director
at Selfridge's, Oxford Street.

Here's to you, Gordon.

To Gordon.

Wow.

Congratulations.

Thank you!

Cheers, I suppose!

Row-.

Jimmy.

No, no, no,
don't get up.

You might want to tell me
next time you disappear.

I've had to turn away reams
of perfectly good business.

Are you quite all right?

I'm fine, thanks for asking.

What have you got?

Jimmy wants a project.

If you're ambitious,

and I think you are,
oil's the next step.

Bring me something big.

Bricks and mortar.

Maybe I do have something
for you.

Very long-term.

You can't be alone
on this one, Jimmy.

You'd need a team around you.

Proper experts.

You've got my attention.

Thank you.

Mr. Grove.

Morning.

Lovely to see you,
Mr. Grove.

How was your honeymoon?

Wonderful, thank you,
Miss Plunkett.

Good to be back.

There's plenty to do.

Right.

Follow each
pattern exactly, okay?

Everyone understand?

Follow me.

Go!

Make sure the new ones
are up to speed.

They're a gobby lot.

A few of them came
from Corley's.

You used to work
at Corley's,

didn't you, Tilly?

Yes.

Hello.

Oh. Hello.

Perhaps I was a little hasty
in assigning blame

for your little mishap
the other day.

I'd just like
to apologize.

Again?

Oh, you heard me?

Sorry, I wasn't sure.

Perhaps because you muttered it
so grudgingly.

Do you talk to your
customers like this?

Thankfully, none of them
resemble you, Mr. Lyons.

Now, I'm very busy,
so I'll say good day.

Oh, that's locked.

It's a cupboard.

I was wondering how your new
machinists are settling in.

Very well, Mr. Grove.

We're slowly making a dent
in the orders.

Excellent.

One of your machinists...

Miss Brockless...

I have been led to believe

has been carrying
an excessive workload of late.

What do you say about that?

Miss Brockless hasn't kept pace
with the other girls.

Matter of fact,

one of our new machinists
worked with her at Corley's.

From what I hear,
she was lucky to get this job.

Miss Brockless did have
the correct references,

didn't she, Mr. Grove?

All right.

Thank you.

You may go, Miss Ellis.

Our new Managing Director!

How does it feel?

Exciting.

Challenging.

Intimidating.

No more so than
stepping in the ring

with someone like Wynnstay.

I couldn't have handled that one
better myself.

Well, I hope to do you proud.

You already have.

You said come back in
with the right project, Harry.

Here it is.

I can go,
if you'd like.

No, no, no.

Sta)'-

Right.

We should do this more often,
you know, just the two of us.

I rather like
coming into town.

I miss it.

Meryl, is everything all right?

The head of display.

Mr. Lyons.

He's possibly the rudest,
strangest man

I've ever met in my life.

After apologizing once,
he seeks me out

the very next day
to apologize again.

My dear Meryl.

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

Well, what sense
does that make,

approaching it
like that?

Well, your first mistake
is assuming sense

is involved at all.

Whiteley's?

Steel frame structure.

Portland stone.

Medallion cornice,
bronze balconies,

fluted Doric columns.

But it's losing money
hand over fist.

Now, people in the know tell me
the Whiteley Brothers

are way out of their depth.

Word is, they're running
out of cash and want out.

Is it for sale?

We just sold several
department stores.

Now we buy one?

No, no, no, Gordon.

This isn't just
a department store;

It is a landmark
family business.

Like Selfridge's.

Except it's in Bayswater.

Not exactly thriving.

And Selfridge's was at
the wrong end of Oxford Street.

Come on, Harry,
that's what they said,

and you proved them wrong.

A mile of windows
in central London.

Two flagship stores.

And a big commission for you,
Jimmy?

I'm not bringing this to you
as a broker.

I want to be part of it.

50/50 equity partner.

Didn't know retail
was your game.

It's not, and that's why
I'm coming to you.

You and your father are
without doubt

the best in the business.

I'm telling you,
if there's anyone

that can turn this place around,
it's you.

What do you think, Pa?

It's a big job.

What do you think?

We could do this.

Jimmy's right.

If anyone can do it,
we can.

Come.

Miss Brockless,

it has been brought
to my attention

that you are not entirely
up front

about your previous
employment.

As you came to us without
a reference from Corley's,

I felt compelled to investigate.

I spoke
to the foreman there,

a Mr. Such.

You mustn't believe
a single word that man says.

Sorry.

Mr. Sitch led me to believe
that you left Corley's

under a cloud of scandal,

amid allegations
of dishonesty.

Would you tell me about that,
Miss Brockless?

I'm a good worker,
Mr. Grove.

What happened at Corley's?

You won't believe me.

Miss Brockless,
if you are honest with me,

honest and thorough

in your explanation
of what happened,

maybe we could come
to an accommodation.

I can't tell you.

Then you know I have no choice.

Your references,

and two weeks' pay.

That will be all,
Miss Brockless.

Just follow my lead.

It's William
and Frank Whiteley.

Ah, William.

Frank.

My son Gordon.

Gordon.

Of course you know
Jimmy Dillon.

He'll be partnering with us
on this deal.

Still flying on Mr. Selfridge's
coattails, I see, Jimmy.

I only work with the best.

So does Mr. Selfridge.

Shall we get on with it?

Before we start,

you should know we've had
another offer.

A very good offer.

For another retailer?

Because there's none better
than me.

A developer.

And what do they intend
to do with it?

Housing.

All your father's work,

turned to dust?

Our father's gone.

We've got to do
what's best for us now.

One day,

you'll be
in our shoes.

I'd never send a wrecking ball
into Selfridge's.

Right, let's discuss a price.

What's your offer?

You're going to have to do
better than that.

Gentlemen.

Excuse us.

How much more
do you think we need?

No more than £300,000.

You all in, Jimmy?

What about the money leftover

from the sale
of the provincial stores?

That might
just be enough.

That's all our liquidity.

No more safety net,
no margin for error.

Isn't that how all great
enterprises begin?

Let's make this deal.

Yes?

Josie!

I wasn't expecting you.

I met Meryl for tea.

There we go.

Oh, I'm glad.

Ooh.

Oh, I say,
thank you.

Is your return
not as you'd hoped?

I'm not sure I can give this job
what I used to.

Whatever decision you make,
Roger, I will support you.

Then I think...

...I shall retire.

There.

I shall tell the chief
when I find the right moment.

Then that's that.

Mae?

Oh, whatever's happened?

Something unexpected.

Something wonderful.

Oh, well, tell me!

Whiteley's.

We just bought Whiteley's.

Oh, well, that is incredible!

Jimmy, Gordon, and I,

we just shook hands
on a price.

It's an icon,

a London landmark,
and it's all ours.

And we're going to fill it
with your range.

Madame Rennard's scarves,
hats, lingerie...

I haven't felt this happy

since Selfridge's was
a muddy hole in the ground.

Well, welcome back,
mile-a-minute Harry.

I've really missed you.

You're the first person
I wanted to tell.

I just wanted to see
the look on your face.

Oh, gosh.

And after all that talk
of consolidation.

You know me better
than I know myself.

I've always believed in you.

From the moment
I first set eyes on you.

Why'd I ever
let you go to Paris?

Pa?

Gordon, your father has just
told me about Whiteley's.

Congratulations.

It'll be a challenge,
but I think we can make it work.

Jimmy needs us.

Yes, well,
I'm so happy for you, Harry.

Thank you.

Excuse us.

Good morning,
Mr. Selfridge.

Hi.

So...

All right?

Oh, yes.

What a sight.

It's beautiful.

A palace.

Evening, boss.

Tooby, this better be good.

Victor Colleano,
the vaudeville impresario.

Died a few weeks back.

The police tried to link it

to some underworld
associates of his.

The investigation's
hit a brick wall.

Well, that's not much
of a story, is it?

I think they've been looking
in the wrong place.

This fellow Colleano

mixed with some very
interesting people.

Very interesting.

Would you like me
to dig, boss?

Please.