All language subtitles for Mr Selfridge S04E06 x264 RB58-eng

Will you be with me, Josie?
Will you be my wife?

I want what I asked for.
The amount in full.

What's the problem?

There's some concern about
Mr Selfridge's lavish spending.

He does seem to blend his personal
and professional expenses.

- You slept with that woman,
didn't you?
- Kitty, I'm so sorry.

- Hey! I nearly mistook you for
a movie star, there.
- Flatterer.

- Join me round the piano? We're
having a bit of a sing-song.
- Ah!

Jimmy, I've been a wife and a lady
of leisure. I make my own way now.

Your stature doesn't make you safer.
It makes you more of a liability.

No more meetings.
Have I made myself clear?

The police are on their way, Chief.

Ladies and gentlemen,
doors will open at nine o'clock.

Business as usual.

- Shame about your front.
- Don't play games.

I thought it best to meet here -
neutral ground.

So, where are we on payment of your
debt?

I need some time but soon.
I give you my word.

If I dealt in words,
I'd be out of business.

You mistake me for some two-bit
gambler.

All gamblers are the same. You're
the highest risk I've ever known

because you really are a man who
doesn't know how or when to stop.

- You'll get your money.
- You have until
nine o'clock Monday morning.

The terms have changed. I would have come to a
reasonable arrangement but you weren't listening.

Now I want the payment in full,
plus half for the inconvenience

or you might find things get
personal.

Do we finally understand each other?

It's dreadful, just dreadful.

A Police Inspector McNeish called
and he's on his way.

I'm so sorry, Mr Selfridge.
Who would do such a thing?

Vandalism, most probably.

Mr Crabb, I need to borrow from the
company. Can you arrange it?

- Insurance will cover the cost of the
damage.
- Forget about the damage.

Can you help me?

I'm afraid I had to agree to place a
moratorium on the chairman's account.

- Mr Keene insisted.
- But you didn't
consult me.

After the expense of France, the
film, I had to offer an olive branch

until you make inroads on the store
debts you've accumulated.

I had no choice, Mr Selfridge.

No, I understand.

If... If the funds are needed for
further expansion

or the long-term benefit of the
company...?

No, we'll leave it here for now.

Thank you, Mr Crabb. That'll be all.

I can't believe it. It's shocking.
Simply shocking.

- My girls don't know what to think.
- Tell your girls what I've told mine,
Connie.

It's not the end of the world.

There's some things you can't fix.
A broken window isn't one of them.

- Excuse me.
- Yes, of course. Erm,
Arthur, when you have a moment,

- could I see you in my office?
- Yes, certainly.

I regret I can't be more helpful,
Inspector.

You are certain you can't think of
anyone? A business rival, perhaps?

It's down to hooligans.

Mr Towler, increase night-time
security.

- Thank you very much, Inspector.
- Hooligans might do one window.

This attack had to be
well coordinated.

Inspector McNeish has a point,
Mr Selfridge.

You have know what you're doing
to smash glass that thick.

- We'll appeal for witnesses.
- Mr Towler will liaise with you.

I want this buried.
Over and buried.

Publicity will lead to a frenzy
of speculation.

Which might help us find the
perpetrators.

I have a store to run.
Thank you very much, Inspector.

Thank you for your time.

I'll see you out, Inspector.

What the hell's going on? Is there
something you're not telling me?

If you could just focus on the
provincial stores.

Look at the figures for Cambridge,
the figures for Sheffield.

They're worse than hopeless, Gordon.

Those stores need time to make the new
injections of cash work for them.

Don't take an attack on the store
out on me, Father. That's...

That's not fair.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

You've had a huge shock. I'll stick
around for a few days to help out.

I'll leave you to it.

I intend to inform the Chief today,
Arthur,

but first, well, to cut a long story
short,

this Saturday, Josie and I will be
getting married.

Oh! Oh, I couldn't be happier for
you and Josie.

What wonderful news.

But goodness - this Saturday doesn't
give you much time.

- Erm, I meant...
- I know - I know what you meant.

Things have to be hurried now,

which is why I must apologise for
not giving you more notice...

- I'll be there with Mildred.
Of course I will.
- ..to be my best man, Arthur.

Would you do me that honour?

Nothing would give me greater
pleasure.

Right, let's start our brochure shoot
for my exclusive summer collection.

Thank you. And make you sure you
stress "exclusive" in the editorial.

Right, let's see what you've done
with this bar area.

We've got champagne on ice, we've got
the crystal glasses, silver ash tray.

You wanted the look of a private
club.

Oh... It's a bit dull.

Scenic props from Colleano's, as
promised.

No extra charge for delivery.

And where do you think you're going?

How can I help?

I'll be straight with you, Jimmy.
I'm in a terrible mess.

- The windows were broken by D'Ancona,
my gaming agent.
- Right.

- You owe him money?
- A huge amount, which I don't have.

Harry, I'd... You know I'd help but I'm
just on the brink of a deal right now.

Give me a month.

I don't have a month. I'm to pay
£75,000, due Monday.

- What about assets?
- Everything's leased.

My cars, houses. Can't borrow another
penny from the store.

OK.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
This is silly.

There's accessible funds spread out
across the Selfridge holdings.

Let me see what I can come up with.

Harry, that's the Jimmy magic,

moving funds from one sector
of a company to fund another.

Harry, we understand
the ups and downs of the business.

The thing is,
this isn't about business.

This is about me.

Then all the more reason to come up
with a solution, then.

Leave it with me.

A little bit more celebration,
girls. Smiles, glasses higher.

Little bit more.

Perfect.

- I can't believe I let you talk me
into this.
- Oh, stop it.

It'll be fun, reliving your palm
court days.

You just weren't always so well
dressed.

- I wasn't always dressed.
- I remember.

So do I.

How times have changed.
I was a lady then.

And now you're lord of London
nights and I'm...

You'll always be Lady Mae to me.

- We're not late, are we?
- Oh, good Lord, no.

Yes?

- Hello.
- Hello.

Are you surviving the shock of the
broken windows?

I must be. I'm being measured for a
suit.

- Special event?
- None more special.

I'd better get a dress then, hadn't
I?

Have you spoken to Mr Selfridge yet?

Not yet. I... I will.

Later today.

All right.

- Mind if I join you?
- I'm not sure I
mind what you do, Frank.

You don't mean that.

I gave up the career opportunity of
a lifetime -

several lifetimes - for you, Frank,
and what did you give me?

- A cheap affair.
- It wasn't an affair.
- Even cheaper.

- It meant nothing.
- To you.
Don't speak for me.

Men do foolish things.

That's your excuse? That's it?

You must think so little of me, so
little of all our years together.

Kitty, it was a mad trip.
There was lots of drink and -

Don't.

You've let me down. You let us down.

And I can't forget that.

What does that mean?

I want you out of the house by this
evening.

Oh, Kitty! Kitty! Sis!

Frank, what's happened?

- That one's going to be in Madame
Rennard's new brochure.
- Oh!

It's never been done in this country
before.

She's seen them in Paris.

Imagine that - a whole brochure
just about her ready-to-wear.

It suits you.

Mm. Not in pink.

- Do you have anything in cream?
- We can have it made up.

That's the point - who you are and
who you want to be.

You love this job, don't you?

I suppose it's not very important,

not in the grand scheme of -
- Work sees you through a lot.

I know just the person to make this
dress.

Right, right. Let's move on.

- How's my favourite girl?
- Grandpa!

- Oh! - You say that to Mummy, too.
- I say it to all my favourite girls.

How many of us are there?

I keep wanting to say, "Would sir
like some coffee now?"

Or pour someone some sherry or
something.

Very good to see you.

He is the authentic touch that I
need for my club scene.

You won't find anything more
authentic than me.

- Harry.
- Oh, excuse me.

It's staring you in the face, Harry.

Sell the non-profitable provincial
stores.

The buildings are worth far more
than the businesses.

Investors would leap at the chance
to own those properties.

I could get the money for you
tomorrow on your promissory notes.

Come on, Harry - think about it.

In your bank account by close of day
tomorrow.

That would break Gordon's heart.

Have you seen this? Today's late
edition.

- It says the windows were your fault.
- I've got it under control.

Were we attacked because of your
personal gambling debts?

This needn't concern you, Gordon.

I have a right to know what's going
on.

- Just because I'm not here every day
doesn't mean you can shut me out.
- I...

Not today, Gordon, please.
Not today.

- Baby-soft skin in the morning, madam.
- Thank you.

- I'm going to strangle Frank.
- I can't talk about it now, Connie.

- What if George did that to me?
- George never would.

That's the difference.

- Are you really throwing him out?
- I'd never be able to trust him
again.

I can't live like that.

I won't.

My father and Miss Mardle are getting
married.

It's really short notice but I was hoping
Miss Brockless could do her dress.

I'm already a woman short. I can't afford for
Miss Brockless to fall behind in her workload.

I'm sure my father would greatly
appreciate it, Miss Ellis.

Miss Mardle's already selected the
material.

Ready, Miss Brockless?

Well, off you go.

They haven't got all day to wait on
the likes of you.

No, thanks.

The story about the broken window was
one thing but why make it personal?

We didn't write about your family.
We wrote about you.

You said yourself -
you chose this life.

Don't blame me if my reporter digs
deep and finds dirt.

If he got it wrong, I'll print
another retraction.

You're never going to stop, are you?

- I can't do business with turncoats.
- What's that supposed to mean?

I'm pulling every advertisement. You'll
never see a penny again from Selfridges.

You've made idle threats before.

There is nothing idle about that
threat.

You'll regret it, sir.

Gorgeous. Right - last shot.

Better do as she says, ladies.
She's a bossy one.

I have the Royal Box at the opera, Friday
night. The Prince of Wales loathes the opera.

- If you can bear the company of his
bore of a private secretary.
- Hmm!

I can bear the company of anyone for
the opera.

Wonderful. Mr Colleano, you
are a natural.

- Done, done.
- Mae, we can swing by
Colleano's afterwards.

- A little more down to earth.
- All right. We'll do that.

Oh, Victor, you can get changed. The
next tableaux is just the ladies.

I need those numbers as soon as
possible, Mr Crabb.

Chief, there's something I need to
tell you.

I've made my peace with it now,
Chief.

We're keeping it in the family,
Mr Crabb and you, for the present.

Roger, is there anything that I can
do?

- Anything at all?
- I have Miss Mardle back in my life.

I have no choice in dying, which makes the
other choices all the more important.

In the end, it's about family.
The love we take with us.

There must be something than I can
do.

Well... Josie needs someone to give
her away.

- Obviously, I can't.
- Oh!

I would be honoured.

Thank you, Chief.

Look at Mummy and smile. Tatiana.

Right. Let's just relax. Pretend
that you're at home

and you're sat with your mummy by the
fire

and you're going to read this lovely
book together, all right?

- Perfect.
- Done.

- Hmm!
- Just like the old days, you know?

When I used to work here.

Just let someone else carry the
strain of owning the place.

Are you not enjoying running the
club, Victor?

You sleep in the day, you work in
the night.

You never get time to think
if you're enjoying it or not.

- Well, you should make time.
- Part of the fun's being here with you.

- Can I say that?
- You just did.

And smile.

Sorry to interrupt your evening,
Mrs Selfridge.

I was hoping to catch a word with Mr
Gordon before he returns to Sheffield.

He's staying for a few days, as it
happens. Please, come in.

I thought it best to call on you
at home for reasons of privacy.

My wife and I share everything,
Mr Keen.

- A truly damning accusation, don't
you think?
- Idle speculation.

- Then surely your father should sue?
- Gordon is often away, as you know,
Mr Keen.

His father doesn't consult him on
his every move.

- The Civic Building Society has
asked me to speak with you about
your father.
- What about him?

They want him to put a stop to this
bad publicity.

- He gets plenty of good publicity,
too.
- This headline is personal.

Whether true or not, it reflects
appallingly on the company on the whole.

There was a time when your father
was the company.

Those days are over.

Thank you for the tea. I'll see
myself out.

I think my father's in very serious
trouble, Grace.

Get me the company lawyer. I urgently
need to speak about Harry Selfridge.

Kitty?

Kitty!

I know you're not keen on going down this route but
I took the liberty of making some phone calls.

These are letters of intent from some of
the wealthiest investors in the country.

They want your properties, Harry.
Prime locations, street frontage.

Building values have never been
so high.

But it's the properties they want,
not the companies?

Once you've sold, you've sold.

You sign these and any bank would
salivate to underwrite them.

All your problems disappear by close
of day tomorrow.

I can't do it, Jimmy. Too many
families involved.

- They'd make a handsome profit, too.
- It's not all about the profit.

Take my solution, Harry. Not as a
business associate but as a friend.

Let me help you.

I can't lay my mistakes on Gordon.

Thank you for your hard work.

Extra security's in place for the
night, Mr Selfridge.

- They'll call me if there's anything
untoward.
- Thank you.

A man like D'Ancona doesn't make
idle threats.

You've only got a few days.
What are you going to do?

You might be my brother-in-law
but I'd still like to biff you one.

Be my guest.

- Thanks for coming.
- You don't know how lucky you are.

How could you be so stupid?

It was a moment of madness.
I'm not sure I understand myself.

Kitty is a proud girl. You're going
to have to humble yourself,

find a way to get through to her.

She's thrown me out, George.
I've got no-one to turn to.

I'm glad Mr Grove told you. The burden of
silence has been weighing heavily on me.

Is there really nothing we can do?

Support him and his family as best
we can.

Erm...

I tried all the high-interest
finance houses in London, Chief.

Last week, they'd have jumped over
one another to give you a loan.

Now no-one will touch me
because of one newspaper headline.

Huh!

Thank you, Mr Crabb. You did your
best.

Anything else you'd like me to try?

There's only one thing I can do.

But it's too terrible a decision to
make.

It just needs a couple of extra
tucks.

It's beautiful.

You're a magician, Miss Brockless.

Goodness! Is that really me?

- You know, I don't think I can do
this justice.
- You look beautiful.

I'd never thought of a bridesmaid.
Meryl, would you?

Thank you.

That means a lot to me.

Oh! Good!

Oh!

Ah! The wanderer returns.

I'll expect this work completed by
tomorrow.

- But that'll take all night,
Miss Ellis.
- Not my problem.

And there's plenty more backed up
when you've finished with that lot,

unless you feel you're not up to it,
Miss Brockless?

Ah! Look at this darling
mother-of-pearl hair clasp, Jenny.

Let's get two.

Miss Dolly. Miss Dolly.

Credit is no longer available.

Well, I'll have a word with Mr
Selfridge.

Excellent idea.

You cut us off without a say-so,
Harry?

You crossed the line with that dance
in the palm court.

It was stupid of us.
We're sorry, Harry.

Apology accepted, now if you'll
excuse me...

Was the newspaper headline true?

- Thought you'd get one last spree, Rosie?
- We owe you so much.

You'll never know. Now get out.

We've been talking a long while about going back
to New York, haven't we, Jenny? Maybe it's time.

What do you think, Harry?

You can do whatever you like, as
far as I'm concerned.

- Mind yourself, Jenny. - Don't let those
so-and-so's grind you down, Harry.

Hello.

It's just for few days, Connie.

- Huh!
- I know this awkward for you.
I'd be so grateful.

George Towler, you've got soft mush
for a brain.

Well, don't expect me to lay out the
red carpet for a philanderer.

- I'm really sorry.
- Not half as sorry
as I'm going to be.

- First round's on me.
- Mae, there's
people here I'd love you to meet.

The opera was enough for one night.
Can't we do this another time?

- You'll get a second wind once we
start dancing.
- Oh, no - I don't want
to dance.

- Hi, there.
- Hello. Stanley Myers. We
must talk business.
- Yes. Let's set
up a meeting.

They still look at you, Mae.
Stick with me.

You were the toast of London once,
you will be again.

- Ah! Great to see you.
- Great to see you, too, Jimmy.

- Is this your wife?
- Yes, this is Anna.

Fine. You do your business mingling.
I'll be with Victor. See you later.

Excuse me, Mr Dillon.

He put the money on a horse...

Excuse me. You're needed
in the office, Mr Colleano.

Forgive me, one and all.
Best see to this. Won't be a tick.

I love America.

- I went to the opera on Tuesday.
- What did you think of it?

- Time to go.
- Oh, no. I'm not ready to go, yet.

- Did you hear what I said?
- Yes.
And I said I'm not ready to go.

I'll make my own way home.

- Oh, sorry.
- Cheers, Lewis.

I just wanted to say goodnight.

- Where's Jimmy?
- Oh, he's gone.

And, to be honest, I'm quite
relieved.

He's a little too demanding for me.

Could never have happened.

Maybe it should've been us.

Maybe it still could be.

Dinner for two? Monday night.
I can close the club - just us

and a private jazz band.

I'd love that.

Thank you.

You know what?
I've lost my appetite.

You think she found the prize in
you.

Well, let me tell you, Frank
Edwards, you've got the prize in her

Cos my sister will always be first
prize

and you are just a weak, grubby
runner-up.

- I deserved that.
- Have you told Kitty
how sorry you are?

I said men can be foolish.

And you're the writer? A man of
words.

I got stuck. We're talking about having a baby
and then suddenly all of this stuff came out.

Listen, Frank. Kitty's different.

Connie's always wanted a baby
and now we've been blessed.

But Kitty was born to fly.

If you thought you could pin her down by
having a baby it wouldn't have worked.

She got this big job offer in New
York when I was struggling at work.

I was jealous. Small and petty and
ridiculously jealous.

You're right - you were.

But if you love one another the way
I think you do, there's always hope.

I wish I could believe that.

Alice! Alice! We agreed I'd wear
the white one for the wedding.

- You said you wanted the lilac.
- No, I didn't.
- Give it to me.
- No!

- This thing is strangling me.
- We are never going to be ready on time.

All right! Enough! Everyone to your
rooms, now.

Oh, Alice, you give that back!

I can't do this to you.

I don't know what I was thinking.

- Why on earth would you want to take
on this unruly lot?
- Roger!

It's not fair on you.

You walk in a room and I think...

"Oh!

I hadn't even realised part of me
had left."

You know when someone's hurt or
slighted me

- when no-one else would even notice.
- Josie.

You left me desolate when you broke
my heart.

But insanely happy when you put it
all back together again.

I don't deserve you.

It's called love, my darling.

And I am utterly incapable of not
feeling it for you.

And believe me, I have tried.

And that's all I have to say
on the matter.

Now, why don't you call down that
motley mob,

see if we can't get them through that
front door without killing each other?

- Do you think your godfather's
got the ring?
- All rise.

Oh, I say. Here we go.

Would you, Arthur? Thank you.

Thank you.

- At last.
- It's the dust motes, Mildred.

Churches are plagued with them.

Please be seated.

Dearly beloved, we're gathered here
today in the sight of God

and in the face of this congregation to
join together this man and this woman

in holy matrimony.

Thank you, Arthur.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Welcome to the family, Mrs Grove.

- Bravo!
- Well done, Father!

Please - this is a house of worship.

Today, Reverend,
this is a house of happiness.

Complete happiness.

- Oh, Roger!
- Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Grove.

I wish you all the joy in the world.

Kitty! Kitty, please.

Why waste our time?

If I can imagine it, let's just say
you've said it.

You're sorry. You made a mistake. You never
meant to hurt me. Give you another chance.

- Do I have to be interviewed through
the door?
- If you say it in living
room, it would be the same.

- I would say those things if you'd
hear me out.
- I've saved you the
trouble.

- Kitty!
- I'm not that woman, Frank -
turn a blind eye, boys will be boys.

It's not me.

I have far too much respect for
myself, even if you don't.

So save your fancy words for the type
of woman that'll listen.

I'd appreciate it now if you walked
away.

Call Elizabeth Arden.
See if the job is still available.

She'd be a lucky woman to get a star
like you.

And I hope New York is kinder to you
than I have been.

We've got a long way to go!

I'm coming!

Goodbye.

- Have a nice time.
- Take care, my dear Meryl.

Come on! We've all said goodbye.

Goodbye! Goodbye!

- You'll have such a great time.
- I'm coming.

Give me a kiss, Mrs Grove.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Oh, you're making such a scene!

- Drive safely!
- Bye!
- Bye!

Just married!

I've been trying to get hold
of Mr D'Ancona

but he's advised his office that your
agreement terminated at nine o'clock.

- It's after nine o'clock now,
Mr Selfridge.
- Keep trying,
Miss Plunkett. Keep trying.

"Afraid?" murmured the rat, his eyes
shining with unutterable love.

"Afraid?"

Excuse me, ma'am. Mr Selfridge has arranged to
see these gentlemen for a meeting, apparently.

He didn't say anything to me. I'll
call him. Please, gentlemen, take...

What do you think you're doing?

- It's a robbery.
- Mummy!
- Fraser, call the police.

Thank you.

Why don't you call your father,
Mrs De Bolotoff?

See what he has to say.

I'll be there as soon as I can,
Rosalie.

No, no - don't call the police.
I'm on my way.

Rosalie?

Rosalie! Are you all right?
Where's Tatiana?

In her bed. She fell asleep crying.
She was terrified.

- I'm so sorry, darling.
- They took silver, paintings,

china.

They took jewellery Ma left for me.

- Oh, Rosalie! - How could you
let this happen to us, Pa?

I don't know.

I'd run with Violette into the hall
every evening.

Our pa was home, our wonderful,
funny, amazing father.

- You'd scoop us up - a safe pair of hands.
- I can be that man again.

I don't feel safe with you any more.

The truth is, I don't think you feel
safe with you any more.

They were on sale, so...

Excuse me.

Ahem.

I spoke with Miss Arden. The job
offer's still open.

- Good.
- And I'm taking it.
- Well, you should.

I'm pleased for you.

Looks like you do know me after all.

Thank you for coming.

Gordon, I need your help.

I've been a fool.
I've made many mistakes.

And other people suffer for them.

The truth is I'm flat broke.

You're... You're what?

Pa, are you serious? How did you let
that happen?

It doesn't matter how. I don't have a
single line of credit left open to me.

You...

Look, you know I'd help if I could but every
penny was reinvested in the provincial stores.

- You want to sell them.
- I'm sorry.

I understand what I'm asking but it's
my only option.

Jimmy's putting it all into place
now.

- I wish you'd come to me first.
- Jimmy's the man to broker
these deals.

Trust him?

Of course.

Listen...

I know the years you've put into
those stores.

Those years came between us.

I know - I let them.

Of course I want to help you.

Sell whatever you have to.

I can... I can run the remaining
companies from London.

Thank you.

All I ever wanted to do was work by
your side.

I'll make it right.

Don't ever come near my family or my
store again.

You terrified my daughter and my
granddaughter.

What kind of a man does something
like that?

Indeed.

Victor.

- What are you doing here?
We're closed.
- The door was open.

- You're expecting someone.
- None of your business.

It is my business if that someone is
Mae.

- Who do you think you're talking to,
Jimmy?
- You might have past history

but we're the couple now.

You don't own a woman like Mae,
Jimmy.

Keep away from her.

Do you know something? It might have
taken her a bit of time to realise

but she's way out of your league.

Now, come on, get out of here.

Get your hands off me!

You don't have to hide any more.
You're not in the frame.

I killed him.

- It's been a while.
- Erm, my mother was ill.

He was a good man.

I've created a new position for you. Managing
Director at Selfridge's, Oxford Street.

Congratulations!

Do you know something? I'm not afraid any
more. I shall live my life as normal.

Are you still telling people that
Frank will join you in New York?

Absence won't heal your marriage,
Frank.

Kitty!