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There you go, son.

Mr Selfridge in motor car accident!

Ladies, join us on the 17th!

Votes for women! Support the cause!
Mr Selfridge in motor car accident!

Votes for women!

Support the cause!

Votes for women!

I don't feel very well. Please can I
be excused?

Is Mr Selfridge...?

Do we have any news?

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(WHISPERING DOWNSTAIRS)

Everyone, please gather round.

(WHISPERS)

Hurry up, please. Quickly!

Thank you.

As you all must have heard by now,

the chief had a serious automobile
accident.

(MURMURING)

He got knocked on the head and he
hasn't come round yet.

Quieten down or you won't hear what
else I've got to say.

Is he alive, Mr Crabb? That's what
we wanna know.

Of course he is.
Didn't I just say so?

Then why are you wearing a mourning
band?

Th...this isn't because
of Mr Selfridge.

Trouble comes in pairs.

Mr Grove's wife, Harriet,

who he's nursed for the last 12
years,

died in her sleep last night.
(MURMURING)

A book of condolence for Mr Grove
will circulate in the store today.

While he's away, Miss Mardle will be
chief of staff.

Miss Ravillious will cover both
Accessories and Fashion.

Gawd, not the old dragon.

We've all got to think positively
about the Chief.

There's no reason he shouldn't rise
from his bed this very afternoon,

come here and see that we're all
behaving ourselves.

(LAUGHTER)

So, no slacking.
(LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE)

Everyone to their posts, please.

Doors open nine o'clock sharp.
(WHISPERING)

I've already told you, I have
absolutely no comment to make
whatsoever.

Excuse me, Mr Edwards, give us the
latest on Selfridge.

Don't know any more than you do,
boys. Pull the other one.

Come on, middle of the night,
driving like the clappers.

Off to see some lady, was he?

Mr Edwards, please, a couple of
words.

"Harry Gordon Selfridge is an
American tycoon,

famous for his luxurious store on
Oxford Street."

Isn't a tycoon a rain storm?

No, silly, it's a businessman.

"It's not yet clear why Mr Selfridge
was driving alone so late at night."

Why was he, Grandma?

Oh, you know your father. Always on
the go.

Mr Edwards is here.

Oh, I suppose I ought to see him.

Finish your breakfast, children.

The Suffragettes are marching
tomorrow.

"Women coming from all over the
country." Sounds like a lark.

You know what Mother and Father feel
about that.

It's perfectly all right to support
the cause, but not to make a
spectacle of yourself.

You're too young, anyway. A peaceful
procession is not a spectacle.

They're walking down Oxford Street.

Do you think they'll get as far as
the store?

I hope not.

Mrs Selfridge, how is he?

No better.

I thought perhaps he'd be up and
about by now.

Afraid not.

The thing is, there is a head of
steam building up about Harry and his
accident.

The night he crashed the motor, he'd
been gambling at the club.

He lost a lot.

Was he with you?
I bumped into him there.

I wish you hadn't introduced him to
that club.

Now hold on, if I hadn't showed him
where to gamble, someone would have.

Let's say he has a penchant for it.
He hates to lose.

That's probably why he was driving
so fast.

There's more to it than that. He was
knocking back the whisky.

Toasting his father.

And a worse thing...

There was a lady came to see him at
the club.

It could get out.

Miss Love?

Oh, Harry.

Can I give you a bit of advice?

If the press get cheeky, you need a
line and you need to stick to it.

Tell them he was renegotiating her
contract.

What if Miss Love gives a different
story?

I'll talk to her.

I can't worry Rose with this.

Between the two of us, we'll keep the
scribblers from her door.

Thank you, Mr Edwards. I see why
Harry has you as a friend.

He'll come through all this.

(DOOR OPENS)

Mother,

you should get some sleep.

If Pa wakes, I'll tell you.
No, I wanna be here when he does.

You know what the doctor said.

When Pa wakes up, if he wakes up...
Stop it, Rosalie! Of course he will.

He might not...be the Pa we know.

You're going to need all your
strength for that.

Please, Mother, take some rest.

I'll rest here.

If he moves, if anything changes,
wake me.

They're his meetings for today.

How could he do all these?
15 minutes for each.

"Everything is said that needs to be
said in a quarter of an hour,
Miss Blenkinsop.

After that, it's hot wind."

Cancel them, Miss Blenkinsop.

Every one.

Be careful not to give too much
away.

We mustn't alarm people.

Mr Grove?

Roger?

What are you doing here? You should
be at home. I'm needed here.

Are you quite well, my dear?

I'm Chief of Staff.

In the absence of Mr Selfridge,
I must take his place.

This ship needs a captain.
I'm that man.

(MOAN OF PLEASURE)

(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)

Where are you going?

I'm late for work.

No-one will notice.

And I need company.

And I told you, I'm late for work.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well, quite.

We all must pull together.
Yes, I know, I know.

Taking it bad, isn't he,
your Mr Leclair?

He's not my Mr Leclair.

Oh, he needs a big cuddle.

Come on, Agnes,
you know you want to.

Just stop it, all right?

Mr Selfridge is lying ill, and all
you can do is go on.

(GIGGLING)
Is everything in order here?

Miss Hawkins, we must arrange for
some new stock to be brought
to the floor.

I will need someone to assist me.

I've had enough of her.

What have I ever done to her?
You haven't done anything.

You know when we got our positions
here?

I think Kitty thought she might be
Senior Assistant.

Did she?
You've got to feel for her.

She might lark about, but she wants
to get on.

(FOOTSTEPS)
No chatting, girls.

One minute to opening.

Sorry, Miss Ravillious, I dropped
that.

A lady gave it to me outside.

I hope there's not going to be any
trouble.

Well, if there is, it'll come from
the police.

Their violence outside the House of
Commons was shocking.

You were there?

I'll keep this. Best to be prepared.

So, how's the invalid?

Frank.

What lovely flowers. Thank you.

If you hadn't come that night,
Frank, I don't know what would have
happened.

I was so angry with him. He can't
treat me like that.

I'm not someone he can just use and
forget.

He doesn't even come to see me,
he doesn't say sorry...

Oh, I hate him.
He's had an accident.

Crashed his motor.

Oh, my God. Frank, is he all right?
I thought you hated him?

Frank, is he...?
He's still unconscious.

I've got to see him.
You can't, he's at home.

For God's sake, Ellen.

This is my fault.
Of course it isn't.

I woke up and he hadn't come.
I wished him dead.

If you really want to help him,

lie low and make sure this doesn't
get left at his door.

Maybe I want it to be.
No.

Maybe I want the world to know what
sort of man he is.

No more news on the Chief?

Mr Crabb says we've got to think
positively.

He's right.

Victor, I...

I don't want to fight with you.

Are we friends?

Of course we are.

Do you want to do something after
work tonight, then?

We could go to Clerkenwell, meet your
uncle.

I can't tonight.

Maybe another night.

I've been called to an emergency
staff meeting.

My Senior Assistant in Fashion has
chosen today to be afflicted with
a cold.

Please, Miss Towler, would you
oversee both departments
while I'm upstairs?

It's a bit much for me to do both
departments, Miss Ravillious.

Perhaps I could oversee Fashion and
Miss Hawkins could do Accessories?

Very well.

We must all pull together today.

Kitty!

Do I have to call you Miss Hawkins
now?

I think it'd be best, don't you?

MR SELFRIDGE: Oh, yeah...

His pupils are dilating in response
to the light,

which is a good sign.

And it's encouraging that he's
making sound.

But not sense?

Sense, we must hope, will come
later.

Doctor, his hand, it moved.

Can you hear me, Mr Selfridge?

It's a waiting game.

Mother, Mr Musker is downstairs.
He's asking to see you.

Mr Musker.

I'm so sorry to impose upon you.
Oh, not at all.

I came as soon as I heard the news.
How is he? A little better.

Thank you.
Compos mentis?

No. Not yet.
I see.

My dear Rose,

I'm sorry to raise this at such a
difficult time.

But I do need to clarify something.

The company lawyer is being somewhat
cagey

about what plan is in place in the
family

in the event that...

..well...

Who is going to inherit the family
shareholdings

if Harry doesn't pull through?

I ask this as a major investor.

I do need to know.

Well, it would...

It would be our son, Gordon.

Harry believes that commerce is a
man's world.

Gordon is still a pup!

I think his shareholdings are placed
in a trust.

Then Lois and I, we would manage
them until he came of age.

Excellent.

Excellent. Never mind, we could
always get him a good trainer, if it
came to it.

Which I'm sure it won't.

Would you care for some tea?

No, no.

I'll leave you in peace.

Have you good doctors?

Er, the best, I believe.

If you need any help in any way...
Oh, you're very kind.

Not at all. You really must let me
know if there's anything I can do.

That's so kind of you. Thank you.

I'm sure Harry will appreciate you
coming by, Mr Musker.

We're all doing the best that we
can.

GROVE: Until Mr Selfridge is better,
all decisions will go through me.

What decisions do you mean exactly,
Mr Grove?

The day-to-day running of the store.

Any problems you would normally
bring to Mr Selfridge...

Problem number one, we need a new
window display,

as the motor is wrecked.

Do you have any suggestions?

Not at present.

Mr Selfridge had a full list of
appointments...

(EVERYONE TALKS AT ONCE)

..Mr Selfridge is recovering while
at home.

We don't know it's true. Do we send
it out? Everybody, please!

Mr Grove needs to assimilate this
information.

He has come in to assume his duties
under very difficult circumstances.

Thank you, Miss Mardle. I really am
most capable. Of course you are.

But it might be easier if people
spoke to you one at a time.

That would be sensible, yes.

As we are all together, however,
I think we should discuss this.

The Suffragettes will be walking
past the building tomorrow.

Some other stores are very worried
about it.

Ghastly women. Lock 'em up,
throw away the key.

That's as maybe, Mr Grove, but we
need a strategy for tomorrow.

If Mr Selfridge were here, he would
have one.

Well, they're not coming in the
building.

Tomorrow is Tuesday.
Well?

The ladies lunch here on a Tuesday.

They're not to set foot within these
four walls, is that clear?

Cancel the lunch.

The procession shouldn't be dominated
by Mrs Pankhurst. I agree.

The Pankhursts are demanding too
much centralisation.

But these inner divisions must not
weaken the movement.

Table for three, Lady Loxley.

If we become weak, our adversaries
may roughly take advantage of us.

Why were you late?

I'm sorry, I didn't get a wink of
sleep last night.

I was so cut up about Mr Selfridge.
He's not dead yet.

But we soon will be.

Mr Grove is cancelling the ladies'
lunch tomorrow. (DRAWS IN BREATH)

And I'm not going to break the news
to Lady Loxley. You are.

Pa's gonna be fine, you know.

You have his optimism.

And his eyes.

Ma...

What is it?
Life is complicated.

Where was Pa that night, anyway?

Er, he was with Mr Edwards,
I believe.

He's allowed to go out and have fun,
and you're not.

It's not fair.

Oh, what a very modern woman
you are.

(CAR HORN)

What a strange little boy.

Little boys in department stores?

Sorry, sir. Did he take anything?
Let me check.

Stop that boy!

There he goes!
WOMAN: Stop that boy! Stop him!

(GASPS)

I'm Gordon Selfridge. My father is
Harry Selfridge.

Leave the boy alone. He's telling
the truth.

Are you all right?

Ah, Mr Colleano.

Tomorrow, we'll need the private
room for 20.

Tomorrow is going to be difficult,
Lady Loxley. I hope not.

I'm entertaining the chairwomen from
19 regional branches.

There are concerns about the
demonstration.

Management thinks that no
Suffragettes should come into the
building

in case things get out of hand.

I thought this store was
pro the vote.

It is.

It was. And yet they close their
doors to us

at the smallest sign of trouble.

I'm not staying in such a cowardly
establishment.

Madam.

Where is Mr Grove's office?

Roger, don't you think it's too early
to come back?

There must be a lot to be getting on
with at home.

The house is so quiet, I can't be
there.

You don't have to be there alone.

Not now.

Not ever.

I would give this up gladly...

for you.
(DOOR OPENS)

Is it you who's in charge
when Mr Selfridge is ill?

It is.

You mustn't cancel ladies' lunch
tomorrow.

If you do, it will cause grave
aggravation.

I have to disagree with you,
Lady Loxley.

Allowing these women into the
building,

that will cause aggravation.

I am one of "these women".

With great respect,

I believe the fairer sex are not
equipped

to understand or take part in the
rough world of politics. Bunkum!

Excuse me?

What do you think, Miss Mardle?

Violent methods are not the way to
achieve anything.

Desperation breeds violence.

Are you going to reinstate this
lunch?

No.

Then I cannot be responsible for the
actions of the militants tomorrow.

Good day to you.

Insufferable woman!

She is a valued client.

I don't care who she is. She can't
come in here and tell us how to run
our own store!

She could have a point, though.

I'm trying to think what
Mr Selfridge would do.

He'd use this march tomorrow to the
store's advantage.

He wouldn't put people's backs up.

And that is what you think
I'm doing?

I just think you should reconsider.

My decision is final.

You shouldn't be doing this.
You're not well enough.

It's a matinee.

The punters won't notice if I go on
half-cocked.

Take the afternoon off and damn 'em.

I can't, Frank. It's my bread and
butter.

I'm on my own now. I have to think
about where the money's coming from.

Unless...

I speak to the papers.

About me and Harry.

That would earn me a nice, little
nest egg.

Short-term gain, my dear, long-term
loss.

You'd find it hard to tread these
boards again.

I'm not sure I care.

I'm fed up of this place, I tell
you.

You don't need The Gaiety.

Why don't you try your hand at
something else?

Like what?

Serious acting.

Could I do it? Of course you could.
You've got real talent.

I could introduce you to some
playwright chaps.

Oh, Frank!

Would you? I'd love that.
I'd be delighted.

Of course, the highbrow set don't
like scandal,

articles in the papers about affairs
and suchlike.

It's very off-putting.

That's the deal, is it?
That's the deal.

I'll think about it.

See? You give it a little tap.

The telephone at the Selfridge house
seems to be permanently engaged.

It's probably journalists.

I know the family.
I will take him home.

Miss Towler has made friends with
him. Perhaps she could accompany us.

There. Wind it back up.

There you go.
(CLEARS THROAT)

What's it like, working for Pa?

He's fair and he believes in people.

He is a genius.

He's the best man in the world.

But, if he died...

Oh, he's not going to.

..I'd have to run the store.

You'd have help until you got older.

Your mother, your sisters, your
grandmother...

They're girls. They can't do it.

Commerce is a man's world.

Where have you been? We've been
worried sick.

He was at the store.

Mr Leclair, thank you so much for
bringing him back.

My great pleasure. How is Harry?

He's...still not himself.

We're all praying for Mr Selfridge,
ma'am.

We all so want him to get well.

You're very kind.

Well...

You must never run away again.

Anything could have happened to you.
Do you understand that?

I wasn't running away. What were you
doing, then, for heaven's sake?

I was just checking to see if the
store was all right.

It's mine if Pa dies.

What?

What do you mean, it's yours?
Ma, is this true?

How dare you speak about your father
that way!

How dare you!

Go to the library.
Go on, all of you, go!

I'm sure Gordon didn't mean to upset
you, dear.

We were fighting, Lois, Harry and I.

I should have gone after him.

But I didn't.

I'm not angry with Gordon, I'm mad
with myself.

No, I have to get back.

You like children?

Yes, I do.

You're good with them. Maybe you
should marry and have babies.

No, not me.

I've got too much to do. (LAUGHS)

Do you have a young man?

There is someone.

But he...

He tells me what's what
a bit too much.

What about you? That French girl...

That French girl is in New York,
so...

Actually, there is someone in
England I like very much.

Une ingenue...

I don't know how to say that in
English. An innocent?

Is that the right word?

Yes.

Yes.

The thing is, I hope she likes me,

but if I make an advance, I might
frighten her away.

You probably wouldn't.

You think?

So, what are you going to do?

What do you think I should do?

Maybe wait for her?

Yeah.

I'm good at waiting.

(APPLAUSE)

Great show, Ellen.
Wonderful.

Well, no more Gaiety.

All those men in the dark...

..wanting a piece of you.

And we know what piece, don't we?

Time to move on.

Get out!
Harry?

Get out!
Harry, can you hear me?

Get out! Get out!
Harry, can you hear me?

Get out! Get out!

I'm sorry to drag you all into
this.

But we've got a real problem on our
hands tomorrow.

Unless we do something about it,
the store could be in real trouble.

Are you sure this is a good idea?
I'm not sure about anything.

But I have a hunch this is what the
Chief would do.

Mr Grove will feel let down.
Mr Grove is not himself.

Mr Grove, let me walk home with you.

Good night, Mr Crabb.

Good night, Mr Grove.

Good night, Miss Ravillious.
Good night, Mr Grove. Miss Mardle.

You might have heard we've got a
little demonstration on our doorstep
tomorrow.

Women getting carried away.
Nobody's listening.

You have to fight to be heard.
The Suffragettes are about progress.

That's why the Chief has endorsed
their products.

Emancipated women are the future.

Like automobiles and aeroplanes.

It would be a disaster for
Selfridges to be perceived as
anti-suffrage.

We have a plan to avoid trouble.

But it requires you all putting in
some extra hours.

If you want to go home now, that's
up to you.

Otherwise let's roll up our sleeves
and get on with it.

(APPLAUSE)

You're not staying?
I can't.

I've got a chance for my own
restaurant, Agnes.

This person might back me.

Gosh, that's wonderful. Who is it?

No-one you'd know. Anyway, I'm
meeting her...him tonight.

I've gotta go or I'll be late.

60 yards of the purple, please.

Quick as you can.

You take this one.

And those two. You leave the blue
one. Right in the window, please.

(SIGHS)

How are we doing?
We're gonna be good.

Yes.

That's all right, ladies. We need to
fold it now.

Let me help you with that.

Voila.

(TRAIN HORN)

I'd ask you in, but it doesn't seem
right somehow.

I know she's dead, but I must still
respect her.

I understand.

Good night, Josie.

Roger...

You cared for Hettie for 12 years.

You mustn't feel guilty.

This is your time.

Now.

You deserve it.

(SOBS)

Mr Selfridge would have loved this
challenge,

and that we rose to it.

He believes every man can be better
than he is.

What about every woman, Mr Crabb?

Yes, um, women, too.

Thank you, everyone. Sleep well.

And see you all tomorrow.

You were inspirational today.

Well done.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Mother.

Harry?

Are you all right?

I've got one hell of a headache.

Harry!
Pa!

Mmm!

Good morning, Mr Selfridge. I need
to check your pulse.

You've had a bump to the head.

You crashed your automobile, Pa.
I did?

I don't remember.

May I ask you a few questions?

Yes.

Who are these people in the room?

My family, of course. My wife,

my mother and my daughter.

And who is the Prime Minister?

Mr Asquith.

And what is your full name?

Harry Gordon Selfridge.

(LAUGHTER)
Very good.

Pa!

Hey! (LAUGHS)

Where's Violette?
Still sleeping.

What are you doing?
I gotta go to the store.

No...
That is out of the question.

Let him.

Your coat, sir.

I thought I might walk.

Get some air.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(POLICE WHISTLES)

Support our cause, sir?

Madam, I am a big supporter of women.

(CHANTING)
Deeds not words! Deeds not words!

Votes for women!
Deeds not words!

Deeds not words! Deeds not words!
Votes for women!

Deeds not words!

(WHISTLING AND CHANTING)

(CHANTING GROWS LOUDER)

There's a large group of women
coming this way.

They're smashing windows.
Good Lord.

The police have started making
arrests. The mood has turned
very ugly.

Mr Leclair, the curtains are still
closed on the windows.

You must open them now.
We are not quite finished.

Open them.

(GLASS SMASHES)
Deeds not words! Votes for women!

(POLICE WHISTLES)
Votes for women!

Votes for women!

Deeds not words!

Votes for women!
Deeds not words!

Deeds not words!
Votes for women!

Ladies! Ladies!

Deeds not words!
Ladies!

This building behind me has closed
its doors to us,

like Parliament has closed its ears.

Are we going to accept it?
No!

Are we going to show them we mean
business? Yes!

Come on, then!
(CHEERING)

Come on!

(CHEERING DIES DOWN)

WSPU!

WSPU!

Votes for women! Votes for women!

(GASPS)

Ladies, give him some space.
He needs air.

Let me through! Let me through!

Pa! Pa!

(GROANS)

Violette! What are you doing here?
I could ask the same of you.

Is he all right? Who is he?

He's my father.

Harry Gordon Selfridge.

(EXCITED WHISPERING)

Three cheers for Mr Selfridge!
Hip, hip...

Hooray!
Hip, hip...

Hooray!

Hip, hip...
Hooray!