All language subtitles for Mr Selfridge - Sesong 4 - EP 8 (2013) HD - WETA

Miss Brockless
had the correct references, no?

You know I have no choice.
Two weeks' pay.

This was because she worked on
Josie's wedding dress.

I've created a new position for you -
Managing Director, Oxford Street.

- You know me better than I do.
- I've always believed in you.

- Why did I ever let you go to Paris?
Whiteleys?
- That'll be part of it.

- It's beautiful.
- A palace.
- The police are looking elsewhere.

They've been looking
in the wrong place.

Would you like me to dig, boss?

Please.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

May I get anything
for you and your guest?

Coffee, a pot. Mr Dillon and I have
been putting the hours in.

We just shook hands on Whiteleys.

You're looking at the youngest
department store owner in London.

- That is quite an achievement.
- Thank you, sir.

Hm. I could barely get past
the door three months ago.

The English aren't immune
to a whiff of fortune,

which is fortunate for those of us
who lack a title.

I don't have any more than I had
yesterday. I have nothing left now.

I've spent the whole of my life
like that.

I put everything
into the next project.

That's how
I'll turn round Whiteleys.

Fortune favours the brave.

OK. Perfect.

Hello, Mr Selfridge.

Hello. I'm going to announce my
purchase of Whiteleys, big launch.

I'd love you to come.

- My pleasure.
- Great.

(DING)

Thank you.

Morning, Arthur.

Morning, Roger.
Everything all right?

Well, I haven't
spoken to him about it yet

but I'm going to talk to the chief

about retiring.

The place won't be
the same without you.

It's the end of an era.

- Oh.
- I... I know what you meant,
dear friend.

Mr Dillon's accountants
look like children.

- About as young as we were
when we started out.
- I was never that young.

We've been through the financial
reports and we are good to go.

- We can draw up the contracts tomorrow.
- It's a tight turnaround.

- All I need to know is if
the company's solvent.
- Yes, it is.

- Then I'm happy.
- Well, I...
- Gordon, trust me,

we know enough to go through with this.
- I was merely going to say

- I'm with you, Pa.
- Great.

Excuse me.

- Ah, the chief.
- This is a big day for you, Mr Gordon.

I'm so pleased you and your father
are going into business.

- If I can be of any assistance...
- I'll help with any business plan.

- We have everything under control.
Thank you, though.
- Thank you.

Marvellous.

I know you want this done quickly

but we haven't had time to do
a full assessment.

If there's a problem with suppliers,
outstanding bills.

We don't have time for that.
Harry Selfridge can do anything.

Let's get on with it.

Miss Grove, can I help you?

I was looking for Miss Brockless.

Her whereabouts
are not your concern.

She wasn't here yesterday either.

Is she ill?

- Miss Brockless is no longer
employed by Selfridges.
- What?

You heard. Now back to Fashion,
where you belong.

You've overstepped yourself.

You wait till my father
hears about this.

I think you should speak
to your father.

He's the one who dismissed her
in the first place.

- Father.
- Meryl. What on earth
are you doing up here?

This is senior management only.

Is it true you gave Tilly notice?

- Tilly?
- Miss Brockless.

Erm,

I...I did.

- How could you?
- (SIGHS) Meryl, I do not have
the energy for your tantrum.

- I don't want a fight,
I just want to know why.
- Sit down.

It seems Miss Brockless was let go
by her previous employer

due to inappropriate behaviour.
- What inappropriate behaviour?

The term they used was 'scandalous'.

I gave Miss Brockless every
opportunity to defend her reputation,

but she wouldn't, or couldn't.
- So you just sacked her.

- It's best we put this matter
behind us.
- She was my friend.

She was decent and fair,

which is more
than I can say about you.

This isn't simply
a business acquisition,

this is two great dynasties

coming together in a historic union

in order to provide
the best possible service

for customers around the world.

(FLASHBULBS CLICK)

Surely you don't expect us to
actually turn up and work for you?

You've done enough damage already.

Your father'd be turning
in his grave.

- Will you be renaming Whiteleys?
- There's only one Selfridges.

Mr Dillon, will it be business
at usual at Whiteleys?

It's going to be business and more.
A business reborn.

(FLASHBULBS CLICK)

- I couldn't be more proud of you, Son.
- Thank you, Mother.

- It feels like a new beginning.
- It is.

Big day for you.
Step-up from your little trusts.

Those little trusts have made
a lot of people a lot of money.

They're not the only string
to my bow.

You and Victor Colleano promoted
that boxing match.

- Do much business with him
before he died?
- Not a lot.

- Why? Did you fall out?
- Why on earth would be interested in him?

I'm investigating his death. They
say he'd made a lot of enemies.

I wondered if you were one of them.

What are you insinuating?

No, what are you insinuating?

Everyone knows he consorted
with gamblers and criminals.

- Calm down, I'm only asking.
- Ask somebody else.

Calm down, Jimmy. You're walking
yourself to the gallows.

I can handle men like him.
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't
those documents confidential?

I was merely... that is... I was...

(SIGHS) Guilty as charged.

I'm just used to looking after
the chief's interests.

Feeling a little left out, are we?

Come on now.

We just have to accept that
the chief operates in a wider world

we have no part in.

Perhaps you'd like to explain
what the Whiteleys floor plans

are doing spread out on your desk?

Hm?

What are you...

- Go away, ma'am.
- I just want to talk to you.

Stay there.

- Is she yours?
- Whose else's would she be?

I take it this is the reason
why you lost your previous position?

You don't know anything about me.

So put me right.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Oh, Mr Crabb. What can I do for you?

Mr Selfridge,
I have a confession to make.

I've read the documents supporting
the purchase of Whiteleys.

That's my personal business,
Mr Crabb.

- That's a serious offence.
- Oh.

- Oh, I feel terrible. I promise you...
- I'm teasing you, Mr Crabb.

How very droll.

Whiteleys accounts are,
to be frank, a mess.

I had to fire the chief accountant,
one of Whiteleys old boys.

It's quiet here at the moment.

I'd be happy to pop to Bayswater

and see if I can impose
some order on the chaos.

I'm not sure what the Selfridges
board would say about that.

I won't tell them if you won't.

Thank you, Mr Crabb,
I would appreciate that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Yes?
- Arthur Crabb, I'm from Selfridges.

- I did call.
- Yes. Good afternoon.

Would you be so good as to point me
in the direction of Accounts?

Of course.

Is there anything I can do to help?

A cup of tea, please.

A strong one.

Can I help you, Mr Towler?

No, sir. I'm fine.

Jolly good.

(SIGHS)

- (RATTLING)
- Please don't lock up, I'm still here!

- Mildred.
- If the mountain won't come
to Muhammad.

It's only a cold collation.

A little ham, beef,
tomatoes from the greenhouse.

Look at you, all alone in the dark.

- Haven't you done enough
for Harry Selfridge?
- It's become a habit.

I don't seem to be able
to stop myself.

You're too good to him,
I've always said.

Oh. (SNIFFS)
And you're too good to me.

Hm.

Here, have some tea.

- Oh, Arthur, I'm so sorry.
- No matter.

You couldn't possibly
make it any more chaotic.

Is something the matter?

(CLEARS THROAT)

You were late home yesterday, Meryl.
Is Fashion keeping you busy?

I... I visited Miss Brockless.

Oh, and how is Tilly?

Pretty desperate,

which is understandable
seeing as Father sacked her.

What? Well, when did this happen?

This isn't appropriate, particularly
in front of the children.

- I don't mind.
- She had a baby out of wedlock.
- Did she?

Did you expect her to talk to you
about that?

I was thinking of Selfridges
reputation.

What's that got to do with it?

Work was hell, thanks to Miss Ellis.
She was engaged to the father.

When his parents found out, they
packed him up and shipped him off.

It was only afterwards
she realised she was pregnant.

You and I can hardly judge.

That was different.

- What was different?
- That is quite enough, Ernest.

- I didn't do anything.
- I know.

I'm sorry, I should never have said
that in front of your children.

I have to go to work.

I thought you said
you were going to retire?

I've been at Selfridges for 30
years, I can't walk away in a day.

Have you told Mr Selfridge yet?

Not yet.

But I will.

I'm beginning to get a grip
on the situation.

I'm afraid it's not good news.

Several suppliers refuse
to do business

until several outstanding debts
have been met.

What the hell have those Whiteley
brothers been up to?

Contact those suppliers
and extend our credit.

- Let them know Whiteleys is
under new ownership.
- I've already tried.

- They won't be moved.
- All of them?
- I'm afraid so.

The fact you're new owners makes
them believe there's new resources.

They'll only accept cash payment.

- They want their balance sheets
cleared.
- That's ridiculous.

I'm surprised the accountants
didn't bring this to your attention.

- Um...
- We need to find out
the state of our store.

What about the other stock rooms?

This room leads to the store room.

He's right,
we're almost out of stock.

I don't have any more money
for this. So what's the answer?

- I've used up all my contingency.
- None of us have spare cash.

And if we can't get credit
then we can't get stock.

- No stock and we're out of business.
- We'll find a way to solve this.

Good morning.
Madame Rennard. Miss Ellis,

I wonder if you could furnish me
with Tilly Brockless' address?

- I'm not sure I hold it.
- It'll be in the staff ledger.

I need it so I can reinstate her.

So you're happy for some girls
to get special treatment, are you?

It seems to me you and your girls

have been giving Miss Brockless
VERY special treatment.

Miss Brockless did not fit. If you
insist on overruling me on this

then I'll have to consider my position.
- Very well, I accept.

- What?
- Unless I'm mistaken, you
just tendered your resignation.

- That's certainly what I heard.
- I've done nothing wrong.

Then you'll know how it feels.

- Keep your head down.
- I never did nothing, it was all you.

- Oh, really?
- Yes.

Mr Grove, are you quite well?

Oh.

It was my daughter that discovered

Miss Brockless was the victim
of a bullying campaign.

It's my duty
to put the situation right.

I'm sorry, but you're
in no fit state to go anywhere.

I know Miss Brockless.
Why don't I go and see her?

Thank you.

Meryl was only standing up
for what is right.

- I'd hate to let Meryl down.
- I'm sure I can persuade her to return.

Thank you.

Fourth floor, please.

(DING)

Thank you.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Oh, Mrs Grove.

- Oh, how are you?
- I'm quite all right,
I just had a bit of a turn.

- He collapsed.
- What?

I'm feeling much better. Thank you.

Roger... Thank you, Miss Plunkett.

Roger, what's going on?

I think I've been leaning a little
too heavily on my medication.

Well,
how much have you been taking?

Well, I needed to finish my work.

But you said you wanted to retire.

I did, then the chief
bought Whiteleys

and I saw him starting
a new chapter

and I confess,
I wanted to be a part of it.

Oh.

So I've been devising

a business plan.

It's stupid, I know,
I shall never go there,

but...

it made me feel like
I had a future, too.

Ridiculous.

I shall retire today.

Has Mr Selfridge seen this?

Mrs Grove, I don't think
we have enough time for this.

Please, just two minutes.
Mr Grove has been working on

a business plan to reinvigorate
Whiteleys. I think you should look.

Thank you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Chief.

The first thing I'd change
is the layout of the store.

It's an elementary mistake to lead
in with menswear, as we know.

It's the women who lead
their husbands into the store.

- (CHUCKLES)
- So by rearranging Perfume,
Cosmetics and Stationery

we can place Accessories
on the floor

and then this area,
which is completely unused,

could be for cross-promotion
display.

So four departments on the ground
floor as opposed to three.

- Very impressive.
- We could single
some departments out

for a daily sales review.
Perhaps, er, Perfume?

Accessories has the broadest range
of suppliers.

It could provide the fastest picture
of the store.

I wish you all worked
for Whiteleys. Fantastic.

With all you by my side,
I feel I can do anything.

Actually, my wife is insisting
that I retire,

and she's right.

It's high time
I started to slow down.

- It's such a shame, Mr Grove.
You'll be sorely missed.
- Indeed you will,

by none more than me.
- Selfridges has been my life.

I shall miss you all very dearly.

Perhaps you would consider
acting as an advisor

to Whiteleys and help us implement
some of these ideas?

- As long as it were no more
than one day a week.
- Of course.

I could probably manage two.

- Jimmy.
- Hm.
- I haven't had a chance
to congratulate you on Whiteleys.

Thank you, Mae.

And
how's everything else with you?

You seemed a little, erm, shaken up
by that journalist at the launch.

- Everything's fine.
- It didn't look fine.

He was just asking about my
business. Sorry, I've got to dash.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

- All right?
- Yes.

Oh.

May I get you anything?

I have everything I want.

- Hm.
- Ah.

Thank you.

- I'm not coming back.
- Oh. Have you found something better?

I will.

Your friend Meryl fought
very hard to get you reinstated.

- I didn't ask for her charity.
- No, I think you call it loyalty.

Yeah, well, I'm not going back there,
with everyone judging me.

- Who's judging you?
- You, for starters.

I spent five years on the stage.

Do you think you're the first girl
I've met left holding a baby?

- You were on the stage?
- Not a very respectable one, at that.

- What about Miss Ellis?
- She no longer works at Selfridges.

You're very talented. It would be
a shame to see all that go to waste.

I'll hold your position open
until the morning.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Hello?

He's gone.

He's gone.

(SNIFFLES)

I should have been here.

I was so stupid.

I thought we had months.

It was very quick.

He just fell asleep.

The last thing we did was fight.

He loved you

and he knew you loved him.

(KISSES HAND)

Yes.

I'm sorry?

Thank you.

(THEY TALK SOFTLY)

Roger's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

He passed away this afternoon.

What?

MR CRABB: Mr Grove was very ill.

It's something he bravely
chose to keep to himself.

Mr Grove worked here
from the very beginning.

His labours are in every brick
of this building,

every department, every display.

He was as much a part of the store
as my name.

He was my friend

and part of the...
the wider Selfridge family

to which we all belong.

(SNIFFLES)

I came as soon as I could.

Mr Selfridge, you didn't have to.

What else was I going to do?

How am I going to look after them?

I don't know the first thing
about being a mother.

You just have to be there.

They're at sea, they just need
something to cling on to.

We wasted so much time

and danced around for years,
Roger and I,

yet we had so little time.

But you were together in the end.
That's what matters.

(SIGHS)

We certainly knew when Roger
was in the building.

Yes. However much I liked Mr Grove,
I used to be terrified of him.

Really? He was always
delightful to me.

He used to give me sherbets
from the cafe.

This is when I first
went to work at the store.

Roger had mellowed considerably
by your time.

I don't think he cracked a smile once
in the first year, right, Mr Crabb?

I seem to remember there wasn't
a great deal to smile about.

We almost didn't open,
several times.

And we wouldn't have
if it weren't for him.

I remember those days.
I was a lonely assistant.

- I used to hide from Mr Grove
when he came down.
- You didn't.
- I did.

He must've thought
I was hopping the work.

(POLITE CHUCKLING)

- Mr Grove.
- ALL: Mr Grove.

Thank you for coming. I've arranged
for my car to take you home.

- We don't want to be any trouble.
- I think just this once. Thank you.

- Thank you, chief.
- You're welcome.

I'm going up.

That was a lovely evening, Pa.

Good night, sweetheart.

- Good night, Mae.
- Good night. Thank you.

I should be going, too.

Don't.

If I stay longer, people will talk.

I don't want to be alone.

That's not a very flattering reason
to ask a woman to stay the night.

I mean it. Stay with me.

We've entrusted our brother
to God's mercy

and we now commit his body
to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust

in sure and certain hope
of the resurrection

to eternal life through our Lord,
Jesus Christ,

who will transform our frail bodies

that they may be conformed
to his glorious body,

who died, was buried
and rose again for us.

To him be glory forever.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

- (CRIES)
- It's OK.

Don't cry.

Mae, wait.

Let me accompany you.

Harry, we can't do this.

I'm your employee. For heaven's
sake. We both have our reputations.

I don't care about that.
I know what I feel.

Then you must know how I feel.
The last few days have been awful.

- It's hard to even think clearly.
- Let us at least talk...
- No, not now.

I need to offer my condolences.

- Josie.
- Mae.
- I am so sorry.
- Thank you.

And Meryl, I saw your father
not long before he died.

He clearly cared about you
very deeply.

What are you talking about?

He reinstated Miss Brockless
because of you.

It was very important to him. He
thought the world of you, my dear.

Oh, my dear Meryl.

I was such a spoilt brat.

No, you were difficult and stubborn

and you stood up
for what you believed in,

just like him.

You are
your father's daughter, Meryl.

He's in everything you do.

He was so proud of you.

And so am I.

I hear you've got a car, Ernest.

It's a Roadster.
I have a model of it.

- Why don't you show me?
- It may not be
the right time to play with toys.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

I used to look after Ernest
for a little while.

You'll be a great father.

I'm not sure
I know what that means.

Mine wasn't much of a role model.

Mine wasn't around at all.

Doesn't mean we have
to repeat their mistakes.

You have a lot to look forward to.

Sounds like I'm not the only one.

They say with Whiteleys you'll have
a mile of windows in London.

Hm.

Madame Rennard. Joe Tooby,
London Herald.

- I wondered if I might have a word?
- Hardly the time.

- How well do you know Jimmy Dillon?
- I've just been to a funeral.

I'm investigating the death
of Victor Colleano.

I asked Mr Dillon and he acted like
I was accusing him of something.

Were they enemies?

Wait, you asked Jimmy about Victor
at the Whiteleys launch?

Yeah. Why?

No reason.

I'm going to find out what happened,
so you may as well talk to me now.

- He'll be missed.
- He was a good man.

Thank you so much for coming.

Bye.

George.

(WEEPS)

- Josie.
- No, Meryl, you shouldn't
have to see me like this.

You don't need to be strong for me.

Why don't we just try
and be there for each other?

I found myself drawn here.

It's hard to believe. We were here
with him just the other day.

We should do something
with his model.

Put it under glass.

The best thing we can do
to commemorate him

is to put his ideas into action.

We need to find a way
of buying stock first.

I think I have an answer to that.

You could sell sand in the Sahara,
but you still need sand.

Selling the provincial stores
to property developers

means we have warehouses full of
stock with no stores to put it in.

This'll be a temporary fix, but we
can sell the stock to Whiteleys.

So the stores no longer need
to pay for storage

and won't be lumbered with last
year's merchandise.
- Everybody wins.

As Chief Executive of those stores,
I'm happy to offer Whiteleys credit.

What are we waiting for?

The stock needs to be on the shelves
by opening time.

Not a word to anyone.

Come on then, lads.

Our suppliers wouldn't be happy
to hear about this.

- You Selfridges are incredible.
- We're just getting started.

(BELL RINGS)

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.
Come in.

Can I get you a drink?

I'll come straight to it.

Why did you lie to me?

That journalist. You told me

he just asked you routine
business questions.
- He did.

- He asked you about Victor.
- Yes, my business with Victor.

He told me he specifically
asked you about Victor's death

and that you reacted suspiciously.

- You think I had something to do with it?
- Did you?

- How can you think that, Mae?
- I've seen your temper.

Yes. I blow up once in a while
and I'm not proud of it.

But do you really think
I'm capable of murder?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

I know we've had our differences,

but you've been
closer to me than anyone.

Victor's death,

it's upset me so much that I...

I don't know what to think any more.

(SIGHS)

That reporter works
for Lord Wynnstay.

He's after anything
he can smear Harry with.

I'm his business partner,
I'm fair game.

If they blacken my name,
they bring him down.

You know what
the press are like, Mae.

I'm sorry to say it, but
you're helping them stir up trouble,

for me and Harry.

Mae, have you thought
what this could do to him?

Just how damaging it could be?

Oh, I'm so sorry, Jimmy,
I shouldn't have come here.

Good night.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Now Whiteleys is on an even keel I
need to leave it with you a while.

We haven't balanced sales
against the flow of stock.

We'll have to close in three days
if we can't restock the shelves.

Mr Crabb told me he asked you
to come back. Now I'm asking.

- Why have you been avoiding me?
- I'm not.
- I'm not blind.

- Even since we spent
the night together.
- Argh!

Your wife's gone into labour.

- Anything on Harry's new business partner?
- I'm still digging.

Unless it's rock solid,
shut it down.