All language subtitles for Mr Selfridge S03E03 x264 RB58-eng

Firstly, let's deal with
the surplus women.

- We've all been changed by the war.
- I don't work for Selfridge's any more.

I'll come to you when
I'm ready, Violette.

A huge hotel bill for her.

- I'm his wife now.
- Maybe there are some things he can't share.

- What's he talking to Victor about?
- He's had enough.

I know a man looking for
oblivion when I see one.

- Where does that leave us?
- Changed, I fear, Mr. Selfridge.

I got my book deal. What it's
like for our soldiers now.

The field goes to auction
and I'm going to bid.

- To build houses for heroes.
- Nothing in that for you.

- On the contrary.
- Loxley?

- You know him?
- Stay away from him.

Welcome to the Roof Garden.

Selfridge's is launching our
biggest beauty event ever

and, to celebrate, we have 50 very
generous gift vouchers ready to fly.

- Luxury treats on us in skincare, perfume...
- And cosmetics.

Mrs. Edwards, the head of Beauty.
You do the honors, please.

This beauty event is very
important for Selfridge's.

- What's the application demonstration?
- Color cosmetics.

I've worked with renowned
cosmepologists from Paris and America.

I'll be giving our customers
some expert advice.

- Congratulations.
- Oh.

Head of Accessories. I
gather it's official now?

- Really?
- And Miss Mardle's running Fashion.

- And Miss Calthorpe has proved
herself more than capable.
- Oh...

You must be our youngest
head of department.

- You'll get the hang of it in no time.
- Thanks.

There are days when I wish I had a nice,
small department like Accessories.

- Seriously, Grace, that's great news.
- Oh, I wasn't sure I was good enough.

- Course you are. Anyone says any
different, you send them to me.
- Ooh.

- We should go out and celebrate.
- Oh, if you say so... Mr. Selfridge.

On busy days, it's like
Piccadilly Circus in here.

Women need to see the clothes so here
we have models showing garments,

like the Lanvin collection, while
the customers sit and watch.

- You've surpassed yourself.
- Just a few changes.

No, really. Selfridge's wasn't
the same without you.

Now, I have a favor to ask.
Tomorrow is my wife's birthday.

I'd like to do something
special for her.

Could Doris come in, pick
out a few new dresses?

Yes, of course, Mr. Grove.

Thank you, Miss Mardle.

- So, this loan will be for a housing estate?
- That's right.

- That won't make any profit?
- Well, it'll be homes for
ex-servicemen and their families.

£30,000.

- That's a lot of money for
a personal loan, even for you.
- That's why you're here.

A lot of money for a man
with very few assets.

Your townhouse is leased.

- Mm. I own the largest store in London.
- You own 51% as a shareholder.

I just wondered if
he'd said anything...

since the board meeting?

Not to me.

Things are...

uncomfortable.

You did the right thing, Arthur.
I know it wasn't easy.

And nor is this.

We let the women go today.

The chief won't like that either.

- You can have your loan, Mr. Selfridge.
- Thank you.

- But with so few assets, the bank will
insist on a higher rate of interest.
- Mm.

- How high?
- Around 15%.

- Cigarette, sir?
- Yes.

Spare any change for a soldier?

Makes you count your
blessings, don't it?

Some of us come back without
so much as a scratch.

Yes. We were lucky.

- Thanks, guv.
- We're in the wrong game.

- The bank manager? Nobody told me.
- Mr. Selfridge's personal
bank manager, Mr. Crabb.

Nothing concerning the store.

- We'll be in touch.
- Mm.

- Mr. Grove, Mr. Crabb.
- Chief, the surplus female
staff, it's their last day.

- I haven't forgotten.
- Shall I ask them to assemble
in the loading bay?

Have them come to my office. A personal
farewell is the least we owe them.

We need to agree who's doing
what for this beauty event.

There's the window, something for the
Palm Court and all of the displays.

- Henri?
- I heard you.

That's a relief (!)

I'm sorry. It's just that...

- Well, it's been like this for weeks now.
- Like what?

Me talking to myself.

You not talking at all.

Look, I just want to help, if
you'll tell me what's wrong.

There's nothing wrong.

When you starting working
with us in the loading bay,

we thought it would only be for a
few months. It's been four years.

I wanted to say thank you.

You'll get references, of course.

Sorry. It's just...

references won't mean nothing out there.
There's hundreds of women looking for jobs.

- And a month's wages in hand.
- And when they run out?

- I loved it here and I
was good at what I did.
- Yes, you were.

Miss Hawkins.

Well, Myra says there's jobs in the East
End, if you can use a sewing machine.

I want a job doing what I'm
good at, lifting and driving.

- But that's all men now.
- You want a job?

- What's wrong with that?
- Four years we was out in France.

Now look at us. Left selling
fags on the street.

Why don't you go home? Stick to what you're
good at. Keeping house and having kids.

Yeah, and other things.

And what are you good at?

Come 'ere and I'll show you.

- Oh, leave 'em, Connie.
- That's right, run along.

- You're pathetic.
- Ooh.

- Well, that's it. They're all gone.
- Mr. Crabb says a month's
pay is very generous.

Well, your mom would say, 'Have
you done all you could to help?'

This housing estate. THAT
will help, won't it?

- I mean, not the women who've gone today
but... other women, families in need.
- Mm.

Your mother might say that too.

Listen, Gordon, I appreciate you stood
up for me at that board meeting.

Sometimes maybe I'm
a little hard on you.

It meant a lot to me.

Mr. Selfridge, your car is outside.
The auction's at six.

Come on. Let's show 'em
what we're made of.

Who do they think they are? Harassing
innocent women like that.

- There are lots of ex-servicemen out of work.
- Peas are for everyone, Connie.

So, you're saying they were right?

No, just jobs are thin on the ground.

- Don't I know it.
- Well, what are you going to do?

You can't sit around here all day.

I could help keep house...
while you're out.

You need another job.

Isn't there anything at Selfridge's?
What about your beauty event?

You could put a word in.

Pull strings. You're always
saying how important you are.

- Could we leave this-
- I worked my way up the
ladder to get where I am.

Nobody did me any favors.
You want work, Connie?

You get up off your behind
and you start looking.

Lovely chops.

Lot 43. An opportunity to purchase
undeveloped land in Acton, west London.

Ten acres of prime arable land just
five miles from the center of London.

Easily accessible from the Uxbridge Road
with transport links to the west and south.

With multiple access points
and a lake at the heart of it,

it's an attractive proposition for housing
developers or commercial property.

Offered for sale freehold.

(It shouldn't go for more than
14,000. 15 at the most.)

- (That's my limit.)
- Bids are invited to start at £10,000.

£10,000 anyone?

10,200?

10,400?

10,600?

10,800?

(They'll all be out
by 14. You watch.)

11,000?

Gentlemen, we have £14,000.
Who'll give me 14,200?

14,400?

- I told you.
- Any advance? 14,200?

15,000.

15,000 from Lord Loxley,
a new bidder.

15,200?

Mr. Selfridge?

16,000.

Pa, you said 15 was your limit.

16,500?

17.

17,500?

20,000.

- £20,000.
- Pa, what are you doing?

Lord Loxley?

25.

27,000.

Do we have a sale?

28.

Mr. Selfridge?

(Your mom would have
wanted this to happen.)

30,000.

£30,000.

Gentlemen, are there any
more bids? Lord Loxley?

For the first time,
for the second time...

Third and final time.

Sold.

Loxley.

- I heard you were back.
- Did you miss me?

- Why were you bidding?
- It's a public auction.

- You didn't want that land.
- And you don't know when to stop.

In business, Selfridge, never
let your heart rule your head.

Stay away from me, Loxley,
me and my family.

Why so unfriendly?

You got what you wanted.

And so will I.

- Pa, where have you been? We're meant
to be having a family dinner. I told you.
- Where's Serge?

- Getting dressed.
- Serge!

- Pa?
- What's the matter?

We went to an auction for the
land. Lord Loxley was there.

What's all the shouting?

- Did you tell Lord Loxley
about the housing project?
- Why?

Because he just bid against
me, pushing the price up.

- Maybe we've discussed business affairs.
- You've what?

- Loxley's interested in my passenger plane.
- I told you to have nothing
to do with Loxley.

- And I told you it was none of your business.
- Serge!

You're married to my daughter, you live
under my roof. That makes it my business.

- Then why don't you back me?
- I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding.

- Loxley is using you to get at me.
- He believes in me.

- He is trying to undermine me and my family.
- You're doing a pretty
good job of that yourself.

Serge!

- Serge, come with me.
- But I am in the -

I think you've said enough.

Serge!

- I will not be made a fool of.
- I understand but you must calm down.

I'll talk to Rosalie.

We should do these family
dinners more often!

- You're busy.
- Oh, yes. Doing my homework.

Is Henri back?

No. I thought you were out together.

I needed a walk.

Well, it's... It's not late.

- He could be home any minute now.
- Yes.

- Good night.
- Good night, Agnes.

- I have to say, it's a relief
to be at work today.
- Hm.

Good morning, Miss Plunkett.

Can you sent a card to Miss Webb?

Just say, 'I won the field.'

She'll understand.

Agnes?

I need to talk to you.

I heard you got married.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

- Henri's one of my regulars now.
- That's why I'm here.

Erm... he isn't himself.

He hasn't been since he
erm... since he got back.

And he won't talk to me about
what happened to him so I erm...

I thought he might have
said something to you.

No, he hasn't.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have come. I...

I just didn't know
who else to... ask.

Henri was in Verdun.

I don't know what that means.

What happened?

Thousands of 'em died.

- Shelled, shot, gassed and starved.
- Starved?

I heard some stuff here and there.
Supply lines got cut off.

They were trapped, no food
or water, no way out.

Agnes, there are some things
you don't wanna know.

I have to... please.

One soldier talked about bodies.

Mounds of them piled up
and left there to rot.

The living lying next to the dead.
Hell on earth he called it.

So... So, that's what
happened to Henri?

- I dunno.
- And what happened to you?

- I've a club to run.
- Of course.

Thank you.

- This color is perfect for you.
- It's beautiful.

- And how's little Ernest?
- Oh, he's a happy dumpling. I'm very lucky.

Beautiful children and
a wonderful husband.

And now this.

Mr. Grove is so good to me.

- Is everything all right, Doris?
- Yes.

Perfectly.

Morning.

Have you been here all night?

- I've been working on the beauty event.
- I was worried.

I'm sorry. I just kept sketching,
thinking about the window and...

.. and then I had all these ideas.

- Can I see?
- When they're ready, yes.

You used to do that all the time.
'Don't look, it's not ready.'

Yes, I did.

I feel like I used to. Excited.

Well, do you want to go home and
get some sleep? Have some breakfast?

When I'm finished.

Thank you.

- I've had a lovely time. Thank you.
- It was my pleasure.

Goodbye.

No! Go away!

- Let go!
- Doris?

Just leave me alone!

- Are you all right? Who was that?
- I don't know.

- Was it one of those men from outside?
- I'm sure he was harmless.

Now, please, I'm quite all right.
I'll get a taxi home. Don't worry.

Ma'am, I took the liberty of visiting
Princess Marie's flat yesterday.

- Go on.
- Well, she said it was being redecorated.

While she racks up a huge hotel
bill in Mr. Selfridge's name. Yes.

I saw no sign of renovation and
the family who live there now
would find it most inconvenient.

They rented the apartment when
the previous resident moved out,

leaving several unpaid
bills behind her.

Princess Marie?

Thank you, Fraser. Good work.

Ma'am.

Can I help?

I need to do this myself.

I need to know if I
still have it in me.

You haven't slept in 24 hours now.

Please, this is the first time I've felt like
I'm really here... doing what I used to.

See you later.

Cosmetics demonstrations
are in the Palm Court.

If you'd like to make your
way up, we'll begin shortly.

Morning. Morning.

Hello. Morning.

Most of us learn about
beauty from our mothers.

But these products are all new.

Well, my mother wouldn't
know where to begin.

She might also wonder if
it was all entirely proper.

I'd like to show you that the right
product, applied correctly,

can enhance your natural beauty.

If you'd all like to choose a table.

Creme rouge can add a healthy
glow, brightening the complexion

and giving the skin a more
youthful appearance.

An elegant eyebrow
will frame the face.

While darkening the lash-line
will make eyelashes seem longer.

And this, this is our
greatest innovation.

A stick of lip color...

.. in a tube.

Can I help, Madam Selfridge?

May I ask, does the Bureau deal
with personal information?

- We deal with everything.
- It's an inquiry of a rather delicate nature.

Princess Marie Wiasemsky.

I wanna know when she left Russia,

how long she was in Paris, where
she has lived in England,

.. who her creditors are.
Everything about her.

I want to know who
this woman really is.

Mr. Selfridge, Miss Webb is here.

Ah.

It's good to see...

Have a seat, please.

- I got your note.
- Ah. So, then you know I'm now the
proud owner of an expensive field.

- It's wonderful.
- Hm.

- Now you have the land, you'll need
architects, engineers, construction firms...
- I think what I need is you.

Hear me out. I know you have your own interests,
your own company but I need a manager.

I'll pay you, of course.

- Mr. Selfridge, I would be delighted.
- Oh. Then we have a lot to talk about.

- Er, tomorrow afternoon?
- Done.

If we're going to be working together, there
are some people that I'd like you to meet.

Ladies, I'm glad that you made it.

I thought a bit of shopping would
be a welcome distraction.

I would like you to
meet Miss Nancy Webb.

Miss Webb, this is Princess Marie.

- Proud mother-in-law to Rosalie.
- And this is Violette.

I'm not married, I don't have a job so
shopping is pretty much all I'm good for.

- I'm sure that's not true.
- No.

- Do you work here?
- Actually, Miss Webb is going to be
managing the Homes For Heroes Scheme.

Ah, yes, all those little
houses. How exciting.

- We must go to cosmetics demonstration.
- Are you coming?

I wanna look like Gloria Swanson.

- Oh, that awful nose, such
long face, like horse.
- Oh, no.

No. She has such a
natural aristocracy.

- You'd be most welcome.
- Thank you.

Please.

Mrs. Leclair? These came in this morning.
They should have been in Monday.

They need to go in the window.

- Er... I'll ask Mr. Leclair when he comes in.
- Where is he?

- He was up all night working.
I'm sure he won't be long.
- Then I'll do it myself.

No. I'll... I'll do it.

Oh, as quick as you can, please.

What are you doing?

- Kitty asked me to put these in.
- It's my window.

- You weren't here so...
- Cos you didn't wake me.

Well, I thought you needed the sleep.

- I worked all night on this.
- It's just powder.

- Boxes of powder.
- No, no, no, no. It was mine.

- I was just trying to help.
- I don't want your help!

Then what do you want?

- Please tell me because
I can't go on like this.
- Like what?

- You barely say a word to me.
- What do you want me to say?

- You spent four years at war.
- Yeah, and now it's over.

Something's changed. We're like
strangers and it's... killing me.

Don't say that, please!

I even went to see Victor.

- What?
- I asked him about Verdun.

- And what would he know?
- He's told me more than you have.

- Oh, I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment.
- Stop it. That's not what I'm trying to say.

Then what?

What's going on?

I lie next to you every night.

I hear you cry in your sleep and
when I hold you, you hold onto me

but when you wake up,
you push me away.

- I know that you've been
through some awful things.
- You don't know anything!

That's enough!

No. I'll do it. Please.

It's my fault. I'll put it all right.

Henri?

Oh, for God's sake.

Oh, my God. Come here.

C'est moi. C'est moi.

Hey, Henri. It's Harry. It's Harry.

Who did you think I was?

- They're dying.
- Who are?

- All of them. My men.
- No, no. There's no-one here.

- It's just you and me.
- They're everywhere.

They beg me for water.

I can't help them.

- I hear them crying.
- Henri, where are you going?

Henri?

- You're up late.
- I thought you were Henri.

- Have you seen him?
- Not tonight.

- What are you doing?
- I have to go and find him.

It's three in the morning,
don't be daft. Oi!

- What happened?
- We had an argument.

- Well, more than that.
- He'll be back when he's ready.

What if something happens to him?

He survived four years
in France. He'll be fine.

George? I didn't mean to...

- Are you all right?
- Me?

Course I am.

You know, you never talk
to me about the war.

Some days... I hardly think about it.

Others, everything around you looks
the same but it's like it's not real.

It could all break apart any minute.

So, what do you do?

You get through the day...

.. hope it gets better.

Just wait for him.
That's all you can do.

Sorry.

Have we heard from Henri? Miss Mardle
said he didn't go home last night.

- No.
- If I may...

I have seen something similar
in my former regiment.

Extreme behavior out of character.

This...

The euphoria of getting home
and then one realizes...

memories, feelings, simply have
no place in day-to-day life.

What about a period of leave? Time to
reflect away from the pressures of work?

Perhaps.

Sometimes, making a chap feel useless,
the worst thing you can do.

Well, I can't just close the door
on him. Henri is my closest friend.

I'll find a role where
he's right beside me.

Where I can look out for him.

We have to find him first.

All the products you saw at the beauty
event are on sale today, madam.

- What are you doing here?
- Your sister spends an hour
in the bathroom SINGING.

Then she reads MY paper
and eats breakfast,

getting crumbs over as much of the table
as she can, all while I'm trying to work.

- She needs to find another
job, get her own place.
- I've got a book to write.

I'll talk to her.

Read all about it!

- Come and get your paper!
- One, please.

- All right.
- Thank you.

There you are.

- Mr. Edwards.
- I need a favor.

Somewhere to interview these two for a couple
of hours. It's for a book I'm writing.

- Life after the war.
- Will I be in it?

- You never know.
- Hm. We don't open till six.

I won't tell if you don't.

Come on.

Please. Mrs. Edwards, beauty
sales are through the roof.

Have a think about what your department
needs and if I can help, it's yours.

Erm, well, actually, erm...
there is something.

It's... it's my sister Connie.

She used to work here in the
loading bay and then Fashion.

She needs a firm hand
but she's bright

and she learns fast and...

I'm being ever so bold, Mr. Selfridge,

but I know that family is the
most important thing to you

and the store is one big family,
in a way, and she needs a job.

Jobs go on merit not
family connection.

But isn't it wonderful
when they can be both?

I know you must feel that way
about Mr. Gordon, your son.

He's done ever so well here, hasn't he?
He's a chip off the old block, isn't he?

No-one but YOU could
get away with THAT.

I'm sure Miss Mardle
would welcome the help.

- Your sister can have the job.
- Thank you, Mr. Selfridge.

Thank you.

- What did you do before the war?
- I worked in a laundry.

I was a warehouseman.

- We were slow getting demobbed. By the
time we got back, there were no jobs.
- They gave my job to a girl.

Said she was just as good
and they could pay her less.

- They should have kicked 'em
all out when we come home.
- Elsa?

- Who? The women?
- How's it right that we're
out on the streets scraping by

while they swan around giving themselves
airs and graces for pin money?

You have this idea of home
when you're in the trenches.

- It keeps you going.
- Yeah.

And then you come back.

Nowhere to live...

Heroes, my arse.

Someone oughta do something.

Henri?

- Your wife's designs.
- And the Selfridge Estate.

- They're really quite similar.
- It's a good start.

I'm off home now, Mr. Selfridge.

Of course. Thank you, Miss Plunkett.

- Don't forget. You have
tickets for the theater.
- I won't.

Now, it's women who
run these households

- and no-one ever asks them
what they want so I did.
- Hm.

Here's some research
and a survey I ran

shows that what these people really
want is hot and cold running water.

Electricity throughout
each and every house,

a private lavatory inside,
and a private garden...

- Victor.
- Violette.

- Your French gentleman not with you?
- No, and he's not mine.

So, you're on your own?

You're thinking no decent girl
would come out without an escort.

- That's not what I'm thinking.
- You have no idea what kind of girl I am.

And you don't know anything about
me so I guess that makes us equal.

Let's start over again.
What do you want to drink?

- Sorry we had to stop.
- Oh, no, you must go to the theater.

- At least let me get you a cab.
- You're very kind, Mr. Selfridge.

- Harry, please.
- Nancy.

Here we go.

- I've looked everywhere for him.
- He'll come back to you, my dear.

Because he loves you
and you love him.

Maybe that's not enough. Whatever's happened
to him in the war's changed him.

I don't know him any more.

He frightens me.

Oh, Agnes.

Can you spare a copper?

You bitch.

- What did you say?
- You can't spare a penny for a man
who fought for King and country?

Did you spend it all
on drawers and rouge?

- I wasn't shopping. I'm working late.
- Oh, we knew a few working
girls back in France.

Yeah, they made a pretty penny
lying flat on their backs.

- You'd make a fortune.
- I'm head of department!

- Oh, get lady muck.
- And you still can't spare a copper?

- Keeping honest men out of a job.
- I work in Beauty.

I sell lip color and creams and
I've just worked a 14-hour day.

It's no wonder you can't get jobs.

- Drinking on the street. You're a disgrace.
- Shut it!

Get your hands off!

You go and keep watch now.

Come here.

Hey! Hey! What the hell
are you - Hey! Hey!

Police! Police!

- Police.
- What happened? Oh, my God.

A young lady was attacked
yesterday evening.

I've also got a witness says he saw some
men leaving this club drunk as lords.

- I'm almost scared to walk home tonight.
- Then don't.

We've been saying we'll go
out for ages, so, let's.

- You must make her understand
what you're going through.
- I can't.

- You must tell her. Let
her know what's going on.
- Tell her what? That she's
married to a coward?

He's so different from
the man that he was.

He needs you now more than ever.

Don't give up on him.