All language subtitles for Mr Selfridge S03E05 x264 RB58-eng

You need to go to the Inspector.

First, we track these men down.

Then I'll decide what to do with you.

Get your hands off me!

That's the ringleader.

I'm going to play it by the book. No more
drinking after hours or bungs to you.

Our regulars come here for
the music, not the drink.

It's me that chooses
when to walk away.

You were a war profiteer.

~ Is that going to haunt me all my life?
~ Yes.

~ What happened?
~ A man pulled her by the arm.

~ Did she not tell you?
~ No.

You shouldn't have said anything.
Keep out of my marriage.

You're not regretting it,
are you? Us being married.

I don't know. I don't
know anything any more.

We're parasites, living off dreams.

A huge hotel bill for her.

We shouldn't. We really shouldn't.

~ I'm sorry that I have to go.
~ No, I understand. The time flies.

I know we had all night, but
all I can think about is:

when are we going to kiss again?

Now.

Mr Selfridge, have you had any
more trouble from servicemen,

after that shop girl was attacked?

There's no story. You're
wasting your time.

Well, I was wondering how you're
feeling about that, sir...

As you all probably know, we
need two new staff members.

Now, I'll be looking outside the
store for the Head of Display,

but I'd like to find our next
Store Deputy right here.

The successful applicant will
keep their current post,

but will take on extra duties.

And extra pay.

So, if you'd like to throw your hat in
the ring, now is the time. Act fast.

Oh, one more thing.

Mrs Edwards is returning
after her recent misfortune.

We're very glad you're back.

~ Indeed.
~ Hear, hear.
~ Thank you, Mr Selfridge.

And if there's anything
you need, please just ask.

Thank you all very much.

Gordon... Just a moment, please.

Mrs Edwards, how are you?
Such a terrible ordeal.

~ Well, thank you.
~ I've kept things going whilst you were away.

Summer florals should be at the
front of the perfume display,

and these brushes should be in a fan.

Not a wigwam.

I'll deal with the rest myself.

And I can understand, naturally,
you expected the Deputy position,

and I thought, to be fair, that you
should apply alongside everyone else.

Er... actually...

I'm not sure I'm ready.

I tried stepping up before -
remember? At the fashion event.

You pulled me off it.
It was a disaster.

~ Well, we all need to learn.
~ And I still am.

It never stops - believe me.

Still, Deputy's such an important
job. Your right-hand man.

Maybe, in a few years' time...

All right.

Thank you for letting me know.

So, who do you think will
go up for Store Deputy?

The store is open. This
is no time to gossip.

What about you?

Sorry?

Well, you know this place inside out.

What, you mean me for
the Deputy position?

You've been here years.

Head of two departments.

~ Well, that is completely different.
~ Is it?

Well, there's no harm
in asking, is there?

You have customers waiting.
Come along, now.

Come.

My staff report. Miss Hawkins seems
to be settling in rather well.

Oh, splendid. Splendid.

The job description.

Thank you.

Store Deputy. I'm going to apply.

Funnily enough, Miss Hawkins
told me I should apply.

She said I knew the store inside out.

Indeed you do. Rather
more to it than that.

Good knowledge of strategy.
Understanding of finance.

Obviously.

~ Needs someone with a
bit of backbone, stamina.
~ Yes, of course.

Leader of men.

I have been the head
of two departments.

~ Yes.
~ Well, I've managed staff.

~ Well, a few.
~ I've been in sole charge
of stocks and sales.

But that's a fraction of
what passes through here.

And you said yourself I'm
an asset to this store.

Yes, but no woman has ever held a senior
management position in any store.

I have none of the female impediments
of marriage and children,

and I have an impeccable record,
Mr Grove, as well you know.

~ You're not going to apply?
~ I wasn't...

.. but now I rather think I will.

Yes?

~ Mr Selfridge, might I have a word?
~ Of course.

I'd like to apply for the
position of Store Deputy.

You've turned fashion
into a huge success

and are very well liked
among the staff.

~ Oh, really?
~ Mmm.

Well, I'm very flattered.

I wasn't sure if the role of Deputy
was a suitable job for a woman.

Well, the world is changing,
Miss Mardle, slowly,

but I can tell you the job
will go entirely on merit.

Well, that's very refreshing, Mr
Selfridge. Thank you very much.

Excuse me. Would you happen to know
where a Mrs Edwards works here?

~ Who's asking?
~ Joe Tooby.

I'm a journalist. Daily Sketch.

Hmm.

My sister married one of those.

He hangs around the
house all day, typing.

I'm probably miles out, but it wouldn't
happen to be Mr Frank Edwards, would it?

So, you're her sister.

Look, I'll be straight with you.

Feelings about ex-servicemen are
running high, and working women.

She was just walking home.

The best thing you can do is get a
picture of the real Kitty out there,

before people can muddy the waters.

You'd be doing her a
big favour - trust me.

In my opinion, there's
no better man for the job.

Oh, you're very kind.

One wonders, of course, what
the chief is really looking for,

and who else is applying.

You're not tempted?

Not at my age!

~ I wonder about young Mr Selfridge.
~ Gordon?

He's keen, he's able, and
he's the chief's son.

~ He's not going to sleep, this one.
~ Ah!

~ Come here.
~ Now look!

Butter wouldn't melt!

Daddy's little soldier, aren't you?

There's no doubt the
job would be welcome.

Earn some more money, now that
we have another mouth to feed.

Eh?

One thing the war teaches
you - glad to be home.

Where the heart is.

His teether.

Oh, I'm sure he doesn't
need a teether. Eh?

You've got a very healthy set of
choppers in there, haven't you?

~ Going out?
~ You guessed!

To see Victor Colleano? If
Pa knew, he'd have a fit.

So, why don't you tell him?

I thought I'd talk to you first.

Come off it, Gordon.

You're scared I'd tell
Pa about YOUR secret love.

Miss Calthorpe is just a friend.

Sure (!) I saw the way
you looked at each other.

~ She works at the store.
~ So what?

You know, I don't care if Pa
has a fit over me and Victor,

because I can stand up for myself.

Is that what you're doing, when you're out
at all hours, mixing with God knows who?

I'm sure it's all very exciting,

but you have a reputation to
think of, and not just yours.

I'd rather be shameful
than spineless.

Mind yourself, son!

All right, Johnny boy? Looking sharp.

Bar's closing, ladies and
gentlemen. No more drinks.

The bar is closed. No more drinks.

No more drinks, ladies and
gentlemen. No more drinks.

~ No. No!
~ What do you mean, no?

One glass of champagne.

But it's not just one glass.
It's not just you.

All right, everybody. Listen here!

No alcohol after half-nine.

~ That's the law and I'm sticking to it.
~ Come on, Victor!

No. No more. I've said. Wind it in.

That's it!

~ Duke, let's have another
song. Get 'em dancing again.
~ Yeah, yeah.

Let's do it.

Victor...?

'Selfridge's attack:
the inside story.

Two weeks ago, attractive redhead Kitty
Edwards was attacked on the street

by a gang of homeless
former servicemen.

A close family member gave us the low-down
on Selfridge's Miss Hoity-Toity'!

~ What a tawdry article.
~ Awful. Don't you think?

'Mr Selfridge, notorious
for his liberal views,

has always promoted those females
who demand to work alongside men.'

'They strut the shop floor, preferring
a wage over wifely duties'!

'Had she not been working
late into the night,

Mrs Edwards might have
avoided her assault.'

~ But it could have happened to any of us.
~ I know.

What's that?

Kitty! I can explain. It's not my fault.
I never said half of it. Not like that.

~ What were you thinking?
~ He told me it would help.

He told me that other people would
say horrible things about you.

Oh, and he hasn't?

I just wanted to come
back and do my job.

It's like having their
hands all over me again!

Kitty!

~ Thank you.
~ That's wonderful. Thank you.

~ Madame Selfridge.
~ Miss Blenkinsop,

you have some information for me?

I left no stone unturned.

Princess Marie Vyazemsky.

Her previous addresses,
a list of her creditors

and what I estimate to
be her outstanding debt.

Ah. I knew it.

Thank you.

~ I'm so sorry...
~ Please don't apologise.

This is a gross intrusion.

It was my sister, Connie.

I know how the press can be...

It never says it exactly...

.. but it's like I deserved
what happened.

I'm going to write a letter.

I'm going to let them know what a good
example you've been to the staff,

how proud I am of the
women that work here,

because at Selfridge's we
always reward hard work.

Thank you, Mr Selfridge.

I understand some of
the staff are talking.

The best thing we can do is ignore
it, carry on, do our jobs well.

No gossip.

Has your father said anything to
you about the Store Deputy job?

I'm not applying for it.

~ Why not?
~ Not enough experience.

You've got lots of experience. You'll
be running the store one day, won't you?

It's the ideal opportunity to learn
alongside him. Gosh, if it was me -

It doesn't matter!

Excuse me.

Edgerton...

Some replies for you.

From the members of the former
Procurement Committee.

A rather mixed bag.

Some haven't replied. Some
have replied at length,

declining your invitation
for a meeting

and expressing outrage
at the very thought.

So, who IS coming?

Well, more than I expected.

Curiosity must have got
the better of them.

~ Did you see your friend Harry
has written to the papers?
~ No.

All because some silly
shop girl got roughed up.

Still, it's all grist to the mill.

I don't suppose you're going
to tell me what you're up to.

Enhancing my reputation.

They're coming at seven.

Don't be late.

Lois! How lovely to see
you. Please come in.

~ You're still here, then?
~ It's my flat.

The decorations are taking
so much longer than planned.

You don't have a flat.
You moved out a month ago.

You thought my son would
put a roof over your head.

When he didn't, you came here

and charged it to him.

I... had no choice.

That I can believe.

A list of your creditors.

Your previous addresses. Your debts.

~ Miss Mardle?
~ Mr Grove, I'm requesting an afternoon off.

~ Very short notice.
~ It's our quietest day,

and I have instructed
my staff accordingly.

~ Very well.
~ Thank you.

Of course, the Store Deputy could
expect very little time off.

Yes.

When Serge and I arrived
in Paris, we had nothing.

No servants. No money.

Only... my title.

We were lucky to escape
with our lives.

You... you can't imagine

what it was like.

So, what did you do?

~ I made friends.
~ And money?

Came from friends.

I will pay them all back one day.

How?

Before I left Russia,
I hid my jewels.

The emeralds alone
are worth a fortune.

~ But they're in Russia.
~ Only my maid, Olga, knows where.

As soon as she can, she
will bring them to me.

So, how did Rosalie
come into the picture?

When Serge fell in love with her.

With her or with her money?

Do you think I would let my only
son go into a loveless marriage?

Of course I wanted the best for him.

I'm his mother.

It's hard enough to let
them go. You know that.

I was lucky. When Harry married Rose,

I felt I'd gained a
daughter, not lost a son.

And they looked after you.

What are you going to do?

I need to think.

Harry. I saw the newspaper.

As if that girl hasn't been through
enough. And that rubbish about you.

Don't worry. I'll set them straight.
I've written to all the papers.
We have to stand up to this.

I knew you would.

I'm so very happy to see you.

And I hope to see you later.

Harry, this is Mr Gerrard,
the architect.

~ Mr Selfridge.
~ You've worked together before?

Not on this scale.

It's truly inspiring.
I've done some plans.

We may want affordable
social housing,

but we'll still need to conform
to planning and sanitation laws.

Mr Gerrard is very meticulous.

Well, how about a model?

That would be wonderful.

So that people can really see it taking
shape and can be inspired by it.

Of course.

Now, I'm keen to hear
your thoughts...

Thanks for coming.

How are you?

Ah. Gentlemen, shall we? Follow me.

Please, take a seat.

Anywhere.

I am very grateful to those
of you who are here.

A few felt unable to attend.

I know why, and I understand.

I want to apologise...

.. to you and...

to the soldiers that
I have let down...

.. when I put profits
over their wellbeing.

Their lives, Loxley.

Your shoddy boots may have
cost them their lives.

~ My actions were shameful, but
I stand before you a changed man.
~ Huh!

The war has changed us all.

We find ourselves in a new world,

one where we may look in vain

for the old traditions,
the old values,

where we may ask: For
what did we fight?

The grand houses in Piccadilly
are rented to foreigners.

Our servants demand exorbitant wages

and seem to have lost
all sense of place.

We have former soldiers, unemployed,

falling into lives
of poverty and crime.

We have women who want
to vote and work...

.. forsaking the duties
of hearth and home.

So...

.. I give you the Loxley
Charitable Foundation

for Former Servicemen.

We should help them take their
place in society again,

these brave men...

.. who gave their all
for King and Country...

.. who have returned to a
world turned upside down.

Let us bring them out
of the shadows...

.. and into the light.

Thank you.

Is the handwriting at all familiar?

I don't recognise it.

What does it say?

Oh, it's unpleasant. We're going
to pass it on to the police.

It's because of that newspaper
article, isn't it?

They know who I am.

Where I work.

The sort of coward who
writes a letter like this

never reveals themselves in person.

We have store security. They'll
make sure you're safe.

Thank you.

I'll call Inspector Johnson
and make sure Frank knows too.

Chief, I couldn't say
in front of Mrs Edwards,

but, well, it's not the only letter.

'Two brave soldiers
end up behind bars.

You'll have to watch your back.'

Should she stay at
home, do you think?

For how long? For the
rest of her life?

Mrs Edwards has done nothing
wrong, Mr Grove. Remember that.

Hello.

Grace... Grace, I'm sorry.

I was rude to you... before.

You were just asking about the
Deputy position because you care,

and I... I want you to know...

.. I'm jolly grateful.

~ Excuse me.
~ Grace...

I've wanted to do that for ages.

Well, you can do it
again, if you like.

All right.

Peace offering.

There.

Thank you.

I'm worried I've upset you, Doris.

No. I was rude to you. I'm sorry.

He's grown.

Do you think he'll take
after you or Mr Grove?

Promise you won't breathe a word?

I promise.

A man in the store...

We were childhood sweethearts.
I hadn't seen him for years.

He went off to France, like all
the men, and then I met him again
when he was home on leave.

Mr Grove was away for months.
I used to think...

'What if I never see him again?'

That's all I wanted - comfort.

Oh, my dear. Lots of things
happened during the war.

And it's Billy's baby.

Madame Selfridge...

Princess Marie.

~ Marie, I'm sorry I haven't been in touch.
~ It's me who should apologise.

~ Oh, that's not necessary.
~ Your family have been so kind.

I can't repay them, but I can -

I'm sure they will understand.

I do have debts - I won't deny it.

Until my jewels come, I am a pauper.

I'll move out of the hotel.

I'll find a bedsit in Bayswater.

~ Marie, will you listen?
~ My grandmother had a recipe for soup -

Can I get a word in?

Marie, you are a mother-in-law
of a Selfridge, and a princess.

There will be no bedsit and soup.

~ You'll have to move in here.
~ Oh... oh, thank you.

But this reckless spending
has to stop.

Oh, it will. It will.

~ Harry is not a bank.
~ No... no, of course not.

And I'd like you to talk to Serge. Things
are not right between him and Rosalie.

I know. I'll do everything
I can to help.

When... can I move in?

~ Hate mail?
~ We passed it to the police.

Damn newspaper article. Always brings
them out of the woodwork. Same person?

All different.

~ Does Kitty know?
~ We had to tell her.

I'm worried I haven't helped. The letter I
wrote may have stirred things up even more.

It may have.

If not for Kitty, for you.

I hear that Lord Loxley's setting up
a charity to help former servicemen.

~ What?
~ It's hard doing business
when you're outside the fold.

He's currying favour, rallying the old
guard who want the world back in 1914.

He's a profiteer -
have they forgotten?

He's tapping into
something - tradition.

It's what a lot of
people want to hear.

You were vocal about your support
for Kitty and women generally.

Loxley's agitating,

setting you up as pro-women
and anti-servicemen.

I have done more for this
country than he ever will.

I won't be put in a corner
by Loxley or the newspapers.

If you could just put them down here
for me. Thank you, Mr Selfridge.

My pleasure, Miss Calthorpe.

My pleasure, Miss Calthorpe.

Won't someone wonder why you're
carrying boxes around?

Oh, I've done a stint in every
department in the store - remember?

No-one will bat an eyelid.

You say you're not ready
for the Deputy job,

but you probably know this
place better than your father.

~ Hardly.
~ Well, when was the last
time he sold a pound of tea

or packed a crate or talked to
buyers or wrote an advertisement?

He's a lot to live up to,

but you're your own man,

and I think you're selling
yourself short.

Maybe I am.

Miss Calthorpe.

~ I need to talk to you.
~ Goodness!

~ The architect's model
- how long will it take?
~ A couple of days.

OK. I'm going to be calling
a press conference

to announce the Selfridge Estates.

~ A press conference?
~ Yes, and I need you beside me.

But we haven't got the funding
or even a bank account.

~ I will raise the money.
~ Why now?

Because I want to show
people where I stand.

I'm not anti-servicemen.

I love this country, and building
those houses will prove that.

I'm not one for the limelight.

I need you.

All right.

Thank you.

~ Thank you for getting
the model done so quickly.
~ Pleasure.

I'll be at the back, if
you need me. Good luck.

They're ready.

I couldn't have got here
without you. You'll be fine.

Ah.

Gentlemen...

We've had a tough couple of weeks, and seeing
as you lot can't get enough of us...

.. I've got some good news for you.

Our world has changed and we're
not sure where to turn.

Now, we all have our differences,

but we can't be a country divided.

That's not what we fought for.

I'm grateful to Miss Webb...

.. for her vision and inspiration.

She brought me an idea, and
I saw it as a chance to help.

So I give you... the
Selfridge Estate.

100 homes,

to be sold at cost

to former servicemen
and their families.

It's an awful lot of money. I'm
very glad the store isn't paying.

Now, as you know, while
the men were away,

the women did their bit as well.

We're giving these families
the homes they deserve.

Hear, hear.

I got your message, Inspector.

Come in. We've had a hard time deciding
what to do with you, Mr Edwards.

It was a serious offence, buying
those men alcohol out of hours.

~ Against the Defence of the Realm Act.
~ I know.

And if I'd known how
it would turn out...

A conviction would mean a fine.

Possibly a prison sentence,
with hard labour.

But you came forward... eventually.

After such a distressing experience...

.. I wouldn't want to deprive Mrs
Edwards of her husband's support.

We won't be pressing
charges, Mr Edwards.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I said I wasn't ready
for the Deputy job.

I was wrong.

Go on.

I've worked on the shop floor, despatch,
finance, personnel, publicity.

No-one else has done all that.

I may be young, but my
experience is unique.

And knowing how the store
works is only half of it.

You need someone who understands you.

Do you remember how mad Ma was at me, when
I left school to come and work here?

She wasn't just mad at YOU.

Well, it was a risk,
but... I was right.

I can manage things when you're
busy with this estate.

I understand how important
it is to you, to the family.

Ma would be proud of it

and happy to see me
take my place here...

.. by your side.

All right. You can have the job.

I may be quick to judge sometimes,
and I'm not always right.

Can I have that in writing?

~ It's not going to be easy.
~ I know.

Don't say anything until
I let the others know.

~ Mr Grove...
~ I'll break it to him gently, somehow.

You'll need his support.

You're late.

I was at work.

There's always something to do.

Connie...

I don't want us to go on like this.

Me neither.

I wish I could tell
you how sorry I am.

You have.

I don't know how to
put things right...

.. cos I can't undo what I've done.

None of us can.

But we're made of strong
stuff, us Hawkins girls,

and I need you...

to help me to be strong.

That was my publisher. Obviously,
they read the newspapers.

They're cancelling the book.

They know we're married. They know
I got those servicemen drunk.

Somebody at the police station
has a loose tongue.

They couldn't fire you cos of that.

They don't want any bad publicity...

which means no-one else will touch
me with a barge pole, either.

For God's sake! I bought
them a whisky.

If I'd known it was going
to end like this...

It's just a book.

This is much bigger
than I was expecting.

It's the Selfridge Estate. It
was never going to be small!

This is about all of us.

What we stand for as a family.

We have our differences...

but when it counts, we pull together

and we look after one another.

I have some other news I'd like
to share with you. Gordon...

Er... I've got a new job.
Pa made me Store Deputy.

Oh, congratulations!

That's fantastic. I'm so excited.

So, this Nancy Webb -

this is her idea?

She's very intelligent, with
a lot of spirit and a big heart.

I see.

And while we're talking
about family, Harry,

there's something I've
been meaning to tell you -

Put them down somewhere!
Mind the furniture!

Such a fuss! I'm sure they're quite
capable. It's just a few cases.

Come along. Bring them in here.

Pile them up there. That's it.

~ Are you moving in?
~ Thanks to your wonderful father-in-law.

Trust me - there's a reason. Like
you said, we look after each other.

~ Put them down there.
~ Welcome.

Thank you.

It will be lovely having
you here, Marie.

Thank you, my dear.

Such a kind girl. You
must pack your bags...

~ I don't want to be rude, but I'm going out.
~ No, not tonight.

~ They're old friends. We're
going to the theatre.
~ All right.

But not too late.

How much more is there?

It's just a few essentials.

To the guest room, please.

You won't even know that I'm here.

I'll be as quiet as a mouse.

~ Marie, you must see this,
the Selfridge Estate.
~ Oh, yes.

Now that you are here...

I'll talk to Serge.
You talk to Rosalie.

Done.

The bar's closing!
The bar is closing.

Finish up, now. The bar is closing.

You need to drink up
now. The bar is closing.

You're late. Everything all right?

Let's go to your office.

I want to have fun.

Don't you want to wait?

I want you.

Fancy a dance?

Why not?

Police! Everybody, stop
what you're doing!

~ What are you doing?
~ Line up against this wall.

~ We've stopped serving!
~ Shut up!

~ Stay!
~ You - follow me.

~ You can't go down there!
~ Stay where you are!

~ What's going on here?
~ Come with me.

~ Get your hands off me!
~ Come with me.

Get off me! What's this about?

~ Come on.
~ Ow!

You calm down. Calm down.

~ I warned you, Colleano.
~ Purkiss! We've done nothing wrong.

What are you doing?

No! Don't drink that drink.

Get up!

Drink it.

Drink it!

~ No!
~ Hold him!
~ Get off me!

Alcohol after hours.

Police witnesses.

~ You think you'll get away with this?
~ Stand still!

And you said you didn't need my help?

You can't do that!

You leave Victor alone,
or you'll regret it.

Violette Selfridge. Does your
father know you're here?

Right. Arrest her and everybody
else in here. Out!

~ Right. Out you go, you.
~ Come on. Move it!

Let's go.

It's late. You shouldn't be here.

I came to say you were
good at the launch.

You looked like you were
enjoying yourself.

Are you sleeping with him?

~ What if I am?
~ That wasn't part of the plan.

~ I know what I'm doing.
~ Do you?

Trust me.

That estate money's as good as ours.

Come to dinner with me tonight.

Is he in love with you?

I don't want your club,

but unless you deal with Purkiss,
you won't have it, either.

~ If Mr Grove finds out,
it'll be the end of us.
~ Leave everything to me.

My display will bring every
London woman to Selfridge's,

dragging her husband and
his cheque book behind her.

Well, let's take a
look at the damage.