All language subtitles for Mr.Selfridge.2013.S04E08.720p.BluRay.HEVC.x265.BONE

Good morning.

Morning.

Mr. Selfridge,
can 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 Whiteley's.

You're looking
at the youngest

department store owner
in London.

That is quite an achievement.

Thank you, sir.

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.

In fact, I...
I have nothing left now.

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

I put everything
into the next project.

That's what I did
with Selfridge's,

and that's how I'm gonna
turn around Whiteley's.

Fortune favors the brave.

Just a moment.

Hello, Mr. Selfridge.

Hello.

I'm going to be announcing
my purchase of Whiteley's.

A big launch.

I'd love for you to come.

My pleasure.

Great.

Thank you.

Morning, Arthur.

Morning, Roger.

Is 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.

Okay Harry, we've been through
the financial reports

on Whiteley's
and we are good to go.

We can get the contracts
drawn up

as soon as tomorrow.

I must advise you
it's a tight turnaround.

All I need to know is
whether the company is solvent.

Yes, it is.

Well then, I'm happy.

Well, I'm...

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, 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,
do not hesitate to ask.

I'd be more than willing
to help with any business plan.

We have everything
under control.

Thank you, though.

Thank you.

Marvelous.

I know you want
this deal done quickly,

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

There is a problem
with some of the suppliers.

There are some bills
outstanding.

No, no, no,
we don't have time for that.

I've worked
with Harry Selfridge--

he can do anything.

Now, let's get on with it.

Miss Grove, can I help you?

I was looking
for Miss Brockless.

I don't see how

Miss Brockless' whereabouts
are any of your concern.

Well, she wasn't here
yesterday, either.

Is she ill?

Miss Brockless is no longer
employed by Selfridge's.

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.

After all, 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.

Oh.

I... I did.

How could you?

Meryl, I do not have the energy
for one of your tantrums.

I don't want to fight.

I just want to know why.

Sit down.

It seems Miss Brockless
was let go

by her previous employer
due to inappropriate behavior.

What inappropriate behavior?

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?

I think it best
we put this matter behind us.

She's 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

to customers around the world.

(applause)

(flashbulbs popping)

Surely, you don't expect us
to actually turn up

and work for you?

No, you've done
enough damage already.

Your father will be turning
in his grave.

Mr. Selfridge,
will you be renaming Whiteley's?

There is only one
Selfridge's.

Mr. Dillon, will it be business
as usual at Whiteley's?

It's going to be business
and more!

A business reborn.

(applause)

(flashbulbs popping)

I couldn't be
more proud of you, son.

Thank you, Mother.

It feels like
a new beginning.

It is.

Big day for you,
Mr. Dillon.

A step up
from your little trusts.

Those little trusts made
a lot of people a lot of money,

and they're not
the only string to my bow.

Oh, that's right,
you and Victor Colleano

promoted that boxing match,
didn't you?

Do much business with Colleano
before he died?

Not a lot, no.

Why? Did you fall out?

Why on earth would you be
interested in Victor Colleano?

I'm investigating
his death.

They say Victor had made a lot
of enemies by the time he died.

I wondered
if you were one of them.

What are you insinuating?

No, no, no, come on,
what are you insinuating?

Everyone knows Victor consorted
with gamblers and criminals.

That's where you
should be looking.

Calm down, son,
I was only asking.

Well, ask somebody else.

Calm down, Jimmy.

You're walking yourself
to the gallows.

I can handle men like him.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
Mr. Crabb,

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.

You just have to accept
that the chief operates

in a wider world
that we have no part in.

Perhaps you'd like to explain

what the Whiteley's
floor plans are doing

spread out
on your desk?

Hm?

What are you...?

Go away, Meryl.

I just want to talk to you.

Stay here.

Is she yours?

Who 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.

(knocking)

Ah, Mr. Crabb.

What can I do for you?

Mr. Selfridge,
I have a confession to make.

I've taken the liberty
of reading the documents

to support the purchase
of Whiteley's.

That's my personal business,
Mr. Crabb.

That's a serious offense.

Oh, I...

I feel terrible,
I promise you.

I'm teasing you, Mr. Crabb.

Oh, very droll.

(chuckling)

Whiteley's accounts are,

to be frank, a mess.

I had to fire
their chief accountant--

one of Whiteley's old boys.

It's quiet here at the moment.

I'd be happy
to pop over to Bayswater

and see if I couldn't impose
a little order on the chaos.

I'm not sure what
the Selfridge's board

would say about that.

Well, 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 Selfridge's.

I did call.

Yes, good afternoon.

I wonder if you'd be so good

as to point me in the direction
of the accounts department.

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.

(knocking)

Please don't lock up,
I'm still here.

Please don't lock up,
I'm still here.

Mildred!

If the mountain
won't come to Mohammed...

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 bit of 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.

Here, have some tea.

Oh! Arthur, I'm so sorry.

It's 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 visited
Miss Brockless.

Oh, and how is Tilly?

Pretty desperate,

which is understandable,
seeing as Father sacked her.

What?

Well, when did this happen?

I don't think this is
appropriate conversation

for the breakfast table.

Particularly not
in front of the children.

I don't mind.

She had a baby out of wedlock.

Did she?

Did you really expect her
to talk to you about that?

I was thinking
of the reputation of the store.

What's Selfridge's
got to do with it?

Work's been hell for her

thanks to Miss Ellis.

Tilly told me she was
engaged to the father.

When his parents found out,

they packed him up
and shipped him off.

It was only afterwards

she realized
she was pregnant.

You and I can hardly judge.

That was different.

What was different?

That's quite enough, Ernest.

I didn't do anything!

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 Selfridge's
for 30 years.

I can't just 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,

but I'm afraid
it's not good news.

Several of the suppliers
are refusing to do business

until a series of outstanding
debts have been met.

What the hell have those
Whiteley brothers been up to?

Mr. Crabb, I need you
to contact those suppliers

and get them
to extend our credit.

Let them know that Whiteley's
is under new ownership.

I've already tried, Chief,
but they won't be moved.

What, all of them?

I'm afraid so.

The fact that
you're new owners

only makes them believe
there are 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.

We need to find out
the state of our store.

Right, what about
the other stock rooms?

This room directly feeds
the store.

It would be the last
to fall this empty.

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
of 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, could you furnish me
with Tilly Brockless's address?

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

I'm not sure I hold it.

It'll be in the staff ledger--
it's right behind you.

I just need it so that
I can reinstate her.

So, you're happy for some girls

to get special treatment,
are you?

It seems to me that 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 matter,

then I'll have to consider
my position.

Very well, I accept.

What?

Unless I'm very much 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...

Gosh are you quite well?

(groans)

No, it was my daughter
that discovered Miss Brockless

had been a victim
of a bullying campaign.

It's my duty to put
the situation right.

Well, I'm sorry,
but you don't look to be

in a fit state
to be going 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 would hate to let
my daughter down.

I'm sure I can persuade her
to return.

Thank you.

Fourth floor, please.

(elevator dings)

Thank you.

(Sighs)

(groans)

Mrs. Grove!

Oh!

How are you?

I'm quiet 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.

And then the chief
bought Whiteley's

and I saw him starting
a new chapter,

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

So, I've been devising
a business plan.

It's stupid, I know.

I should never go there.

But...

it made me feel like
I had a future too.

It's ridiculous.

I shall retire today.

Has Mr. Selfridge seen this?

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

Please, Mr. Selfridge,
just two minutes.

Mr. Grove has been working
on a business plan

to reinvigorate
Whiteley's.

I think you should
take a look.

Thank you.

Chief.

So, 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.

We've known for years
it's the women

who lead their husbands
into a store,

not the other way around.

(laughs)

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 you have four departments
on the ground floor

as opposed
to the current three.

Very impressive.

We could single
some departments out

for a daily sales review.

Perhaps Perfume?

Accessories has the broadest
range of suppliers.

It could provide
the fastest picture

of the relationships
throughout the store.

I have to say, I wish you all
worked for Whiteley's.

Fantastic.

With all you
by my side,

l feel like
I could do anything.

Actually, my wife
is insisting that I retire.

She's right.

It's high time
I started to slow down.

That's such a shame,
Mr. Grove.

You'll be sorely missed.

HARRY:
Indeed, you will.

By none more than me.

Selfridge's has been my life.

I shall miss you all

very dearly.

Perhaps you would consider

acting as an advisor
to Whiteley's,

and help us implement
some of these ideas.

Well, as long as it were
no more than one day a week.

Of course.

I could probably
manage two.

Jimmy! I haven't
had the chance

to congratulate you
on Whiteley's.

Thank you, Mae.

And how's everything else
with you?

You seemed a little
shaken up

by that journalist
at the launch.

Everything's fine.

It didn't look fine.

He was just asking
about my business, that's all.

Sorry, I've got to dash.

All right?

(groans)

May I get you anything?

I have everything I want.

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'd call it loyalty.

Yeah, well,
I'm not going back there

with everyone judging me.

Who's judging you?

You, for starters.

Darling, I spent five years
on the stage.

Do you really think you're
the first girl I've met

who was left
holding a baby?

You were on the stage?

And not a very
respectable one at that.

What about Miss Ellis?

Sarah Ellis no longer works
at Selfridge's.

You're very talented.

It'd be a shame
to see that all go to waste.

I'll hold your position open
until the morning.

Hello?

He's gone.

He's gone.

(sobbing)

I should've been here.

I'm 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.

Yes.

I'm sorry?

Thank you.

(faint conversation)

Roger's gone.

What do you mean
"gone"?

CRABB: He passed
away this afternoon.

What?

CRABB:
Mr. Grove was very ill.

Something he bravely chose
to keep to himself.

Mr. Grove worked here
at the very beginning.

His labors are in every brick
of this building.

Every department,
every display.

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

He was my friend,

and part of the wider
Selfridge family

to which we all belong.

(sniffling)

I came as soon
as I could.

Mr. Selfridge,
you didn't have to.

What else was I gonna do?

How am I going
to look after them?

(crying)

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.

We had so little time.

But you were together
in the end.

That's what matters.

(crying)

You certainly knew when Roger
was in the building.

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.

Well, Roger had mellowed
considerably by your time.

I don't think
he cracked a smile once

in the first year
we were open.

Isn't that 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 lowly assistant.

I used to hide when Mr. Grove
would come down on the floor.

You didn't.
I did!

He must've thought
I was always hopping the wag!

Mr. Grove.

ALL:
Mr. Grove.

Thank you for coming.

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

Oh, we don't want to be
any trouble.

I think just this once.

Thank you,
Mr. Selfridge.

Thank you, Chief.

You're welcome.

I'm going up.

That was a lovely
evening, Pa.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Goodnight, Mae.

Goodnight.

Thank you.

I should be going, too.

Don't.

If I stay any longer,
people will talk.

I don't want to be alone.

Well, that's not
a very flattering reason

to ask a woman
to stay the night, Harry.

I mean it.

Stay with me.

PRIEST: We have 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.

(crying)

It's okay.

I've got you.

I've got you.

It's all right.

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.

Neither of us know
how we feel.

The last few days,
they've been awful.

It's hard to even
think clearly.

Let us at least talk...

No, Harry, not now.

I need to offer
my condolences.

MAE:
Josie, 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?

Well, he reinstated
Miss Brockless because of you.

It was very
important to him.

He obviously thought
the world of you, my dear.

Oh, my dear Meryl.

I was such
a spoiled brat.

Well, you were difficult
and stubborn.

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?

I'm not sure
it would be right time

to play with toys today.

I'm sure it would be fine.

I used to look after Ernest
for a little while

when he was a baby.

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're saying
with Whiteley's,

you'll have a mile
of windows in London.

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.

Or do you think
I'm wearing black

because it's the fashion?

Well, I'm investigating
the death of Victor Colleano.

See, I asked your friend Dillon
about Victor Colleands death

and he acted like I was
accusing him of something.

Were they enemies?

Wait, you asked Jimmy
about Victor

at the Whiteley's launch?

Yeah, why?

No reason.

I'm gonna find out what happened
to Victor anyway,

so you might as well
talk to me now.

CONNIE:
He'll be missed.

He was a good man.

Thank you so much for coming.

Bye.

George.

(crying)

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 these ideas
into action.

We need to find a way
of buying stock first.

I think I have
an answer to that.

I believe you could sell sand
in the Sahara,

but you'd still need sand.

Selling the provincial stores
to property developers

means that we have warehouses
full of stock

with no stores
to put it in.

This will be a temporary fix,

but we can sell the stock
to Whiteley's.

So the provincial stores

no longer need to pay
for storage

and won't be lumbered

with last year's merchandise
gathering dust.

Everybody wins.

Well, as chief executive
of the provincial stores,

I'm happy to offer
Whiteley's credit.

What are we waiting for?

The stock needs to be inside
and on Whiteley's 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.

(doorbell ringing)

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
at the launch.

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 that he specifically
asked you about Victor's death

and that you reacted
suspiciously.

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?

(laughs)

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

Mae, 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.

I don't know what to think
anymore.

That reporter works
for Lord Wynnstay.

He's after anything
he can smear Harry with.

Now 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
you could be?

Oh, I'm so sorry, Jimmy.

I shouldn't have
come here.

Goodnight.