All language subtitles for Mr.Selfridge.2013.S04E09.720p.BluRay.HEVC.x265.BONE

MR. KEEN: My report on the
Chris's foreign interests, sir.

Surprising developments
in the far east.

Tensions in the United States.

Good.

My report on our British
interests, Mr. Donoghue.

I completed it early.

Have to be vigilant.

Can't ignore the storm clouds
rolling in from America.

Fresh warnings
from the Federal Reserve.

Wasn't there cause for concern
with Selfridge?

Is that company in hand?

Yes.

We're kept fully apprised
of all developments.

I work from there
two days a week.

Not much here about his
involvement in Whiteley's?

Doesn't interfere with his
stewardship of Selfridge's.

Man seems to have more hours
in his day than the rest of us.

Make sure you're not
blindsided, Keen.

Never drop your guard.

(birds chirping)

HARRY:
Pull!

(gunshot)

A landmark anniversary
is coming up at Selfridge's.

20 years since
we opened our doors.

Congratulations.

You must be so proud.

It's been a troubling year.

I need to feel proud again.

Pull!

(gunshot)

I can't imagine
what you're planning.

A huge public spectacle.

We hope to take over
all of Oxford Street.

I'm thinking that big.

Now that Whiteley's
is on an even keel,

I need to leave it
in your hands for a while.

That way, I can fully
concentrate on the anniversary.

Whatever you need, Harry.

Ah, Mae.

I never see you
these days,

and the topic has to be
Harry Selfridge?

I thought I'd come
straight to the top.

It's your reporter, Wynnstay.

Oh, he's being a pest.

Not to you, surely?

Oh yes, to me
and anyone to do with Harry.

He's trying to undermine
Harry's business partner.

He thought that Indian chappie
got a bit hot around the collar

at the mention
of Colleano.

Mr. Dillon was out of town
with his mother

the night that
Mr. Colleano died.

Call your dog off.

I'm not sure I like being told
what to do, Mae.

Oh, all right, then.

Continue and at best,

you'll end up looking a fool,
and at worst,

in a courtroom for slander.

You seem to care a lot
for Harry Selfridge.

He's my boss.

MISS MARDLE: Ernest, remember
you have games this afternoon.

And for lunch,

home-baked cold chicken pies,
raw carrot, and tomato.

Can I have cheese and pickle?

Father didn't mind.

We know about
vitamins now, Ernest.

You eat your vegetables,
there's an apple for after.

But Father said...

You must've been up
since the crack of dawn

to get all this ready.

5:00.

Right, everyone,
shoes polished?

Let's exit
in an orderly fashion.

Have a good day, Meryl.

I won't let you down, Roger.

Stock selling is
a good thing, surely?

Just it's faster than
we ever anticipated.

What are you saying?

There've been miscalculations
about the sales forecasts.

We're new
to the retail business.

Picked up a lot
in a very short time.

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

You know I don't have time

to study these figures
in detail.

You should have, because now
we're running out of stock.

Right.

And we have no means
of purchasing new goods

until the suppliers'
embargo is lifted.

Yes, and it will be--
we're seeing the chairman

of the British Wholesalers'
Association today.

And how long before they
offer us credit again?

I'll push as hard as I can.

You'll have to close the doors

if we can't restock
within three days.

We keep this
between ourselves.

You need to tell
Mr. Selfridge.

(loud bang)

You do as I damn well tell you.

I can't let
Mr. Selfridge down.

Leave this with me.

Where is she?

Well, this isn't
a very good start, is it?

(Sighs)

Mrs. Towler,
isn't your replacement

due to start with us
this morning?

Miss Blight
hasn't arrived.

Oh, late
on her first day?

She needn't bother
turning up.

(Sighs)

So, where does this
leave me, eh?

I should be
out of here in days.

Which color do you prefer,
Madame Rennard?

Oh, the red,
definitely the red.

It's a much
stronger contrast.

Good Morning,
Mr. Selfridge.

Good morning, Chief.

Morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

The council
has said yes!

(applause)

We get our 20th
anniversary parade!

I can't think
of no finer tribute

to all of our loyal customers.

Finally, we get to put
into place

everything
we've been planning.

There'll be special offers
and promotions

throughout the store.

Mr. Lyons,

where are we
with the performers?

Oh, we've got acrobats,
jugglers, dancers, magicians.

We'll even have floats!

Mr. Towler?

Everything starts
at Marble Arch.

Traffic will be closed off
for the day.

Police manning pavements
either sides of the road.

Crowds along here and here.

The parade moves
down Oxford Street

to the store.

CRABB:
What a spectacle!

This will be splashed
on newspapers across the world.

Who's in charge
of sunshine?

(laughter)

Madame Rennard?

Right, well, my ladies

are currently making thousands
of gift rosettes

bearing the slogan
"20 years at Selfridge's".

Your own fine idea.

These celebrations
will show the public,

dare I say the world,
how far we've come

and how far
we mean to go.

Mr. Dillon is here
to see how we do things.

Please welcome him.

Thank you.

I hope to pick up some tips

from the world's
best store

so if anything goes wrong,
I'll know what to do.

(laughter)

GORDON:
That's it, folks.

From this moment on,
we're in full showtime mode.

Thank you all
very much.

Madame Rennard.

It seems that the head
of Fashion has let us down.

Yes.

We'll need to make a plan.

JIMMY:
Pretty impressive.

You'll have your work cut out
to top that at Whiteley's.

Jimmy Dillon
will think of something

when the time comes.

A lot to learn before any major
Whiteley's anniversaries.

It's more complex than
a person might think,

this retail business.

No one could have picked it up
as quickly as you.

My father and I really
are grateful, Jimmy.

I don't much rate
the Swan and Edgar applicant,

but I'll call her in anyway,
I think.

Why have you been
avoiding me, Mae?

I'm not avoiding you.

I'm not blind.

Ever since we spent
the night together...

It think it best if we continue
like that never happened.

It did.

It meant a lot to me.

I'd hoped you felt the same way.

Is ii about Jimmy?

Oh!

No.

It's not about Jimmy.

I'm going to confirm
these applicants.

Well, if it's not Jimmy,

then tell me what's
bothering you, because...

Chairman Hardcastle is waiting
for you in your office,

Mr. Selfridge.

Good to see you,
Mr. Hardcastle.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

This embargo on Whiteley's
is completely unjustified.

Store's under
new management.

You must've known
about the debts

when you purchased
the store.

A new slate,
Mr. Hardcastle.

We'll make good
on the debts in time.

Of course, we all have
nothing but goodwill

towards your father.

Is it me you're worried about?

You know I'm not new
to the world of business,

and I'm surrounded
by the greatest retailers

in the country.

HARDCASTLE:
No one doubts that.

But the fact remains

you are an unknown entity
in this business,

Mr. Dillon.

He's a man
of the future.

He's my partner,
and I trust him.

So can you.

You're the largest supplier

of linen and cotton
in the country.

All the wholesalers
take their cue from you.

If anyone can persuade them
to lift the embargo, you can.

I'll consider my position

and consult with fellow members
of the association.

That's all we can ask for.

It'll be a week
before I get back to you.

Thank you.

In the next
couple of days

would be preferable,
Mr. Hardcastle.

(laughs)

You see how keen Jimmy is
to do business with you?

A week will be fine.

So, how is
Mrs. Hardcastle?

Last time we spoke...

You can't rush
these people, Jimmy.

It's not how it's done.

Lord Wynnstay.

Anything solid

on Harry Selfridge's
new business partner?

I'm still digging.

Dillon was with his mother
the night Colleano died.

The police closed
their investigation.

It's a dead end.

I'm not convinced.

Unless you've got something
rock solid, shut it down.

So, the departments
are replenished

with new stock each day
before doors opening.

Currently, you're replenishing
every third day,

according to the system?

Correct.

That'll see you through
until the embargo is lifted.

I'd like to look at the stock
control in operation,

if that's okay.

I used to work
in the loading bay.

Come and take a look.

I'll leave you
gentlemen to it.

Thank you.

GEORGE:
Fresh stock rolls in every day,

stacked according to size,
customer demand, life duration.

JIMMY:
How do you mean?

GEORGE: Soaps, candles--
small, but shift fast,

so they're easily accessible
on the bottom rows.

The anniversary stock.

This was all pre-ordered
in bulk,

so it'll go to the back
of the bay area.

And why is that?

Because it's not
needed yet.

It's always like this
around sale time, Mr. Dillon.

We've barely got enough space
for it all!

(door opens)

Roger's personal items.

I thought I'd take them
to his family this evening.

Are you all right, Mr. Crabb?

I miss him.

20 years of devotion
to this store

and he won't be here for
the anniversary celebrations.

He'd be so cross.

(chuckles)

We've lost some good people.

It'll be a real challenge

to replace that sort
of experience

to carry us
through the next 20 years.

I need to speak with you
urgently, Mr. Crabb.

Please.

I'll be blunt.

We're running out of stock
at Whiteley's.

There are systems in place
to monitor the stock.

I talked you through them.

There was a lot to take in.

I must have missed
the finer details.

All being well,

credit will be resumed
with the wholesalers in a week.

It'll be too late.

We'll have to close the doors
within three days

if I can't restock
those shelves.

You have stock
that won't be used

until the anniversary sale.

I need to get that Selfridge
stock to Whiteley's.

Out of the question.

That's madness!

Mr. Selfridge
has been working hard

to break the embargo
at Whiteley's.

This sort of action

will seem to be an attempt
to get around the problem.

Which is why Mr. Selfridge
must keep his hands clean.

But we could do it.

Just a few days, Mr. Crabb.

Just enough stock,

all to be replaced
before anyone's the wiser.

It's stealing.

Borrowing.

Think of the alternative:

Whiteley's closes.

It could take months

to open again, if ever.

While I'm sympathetic to your
predicament, I can't help.

Think, Mr. Crabb.

Mr. Selfridge's failed venture
all over the papers,

just as the Selfridge
20th anniversary parade

troops down Oxford Street.

What are you going to do?

There's nothing else I can do.

Go to Mr. Selfridge,
let him decide.

Wait.

You're right.

If he agrees to your plan,

it would be
incredibly damaging to him

if his involvement
is discovered.

That's why I came to you,
Mr. Crabb.

This is an impossible decision.

It's difficult.

But not impossible.

WOMAN:
Freddy!

Lovely to see you.

Nice to see you too.

You look ravishing
as always, Rita.

Oh Freddy,
you're such a flirt!

No, Ernest,
do it again.

So kind of you to bring
Roger's things, Arthur.

I just wondered
how you all are.

We're getting by.

We're keeping busy.

That's the spirit.

Can I look at Father's things,
Mr. Crabb'?

One more time
over the past pluperfect,

please, Ernest.

It's so difficult
when they mention Roger.

(Sighs)

Tell me about the store.

Take my mind off things.

Well, it's anniversary
this-and-that,

as you can imagine.

Hard work but fun, yes?

Not all fun.

I've had a difficult
decision to make.

I hope I've done
the right thing.

It's not like you to question
your decisions, Arthur.

This one was particularly tough.

Did Meryl tell you
Mrs. Towler's replacement

didn't turn up?

Yes, I heard--
the cheek of it!

Running off to Liberty's
without telling people?

It's hard to find people
of the right caliber these days.

We need people like you.

You aren't suggesting...

Would it really be
so out of the question?

Roger always said
you were a company woman.

Yes, but the children need me.

They've just lost
their father.

Really, Arthur,
what an earth are you thinking?

I'm sorry, Josie,
I never...

Yes, well, I shall
make you some tea.

I'm surprised you'd even
suggest such a thing.

Is everything all right?

I stupidly suggested her
coming back to work.

I meant no offense.

Actually, I think it'd do her
the world of good.

Rosalie?

I've waited.

Yes?

When are we going
to talk about Mae'?

I know she stayed here
the other night.

Rosalie...

I need to know,
what are your intentions?

(laughs)

I don't believe this.

I love her.

Tatiana loves her.

If you mess with her heart...

Mae is the one keeping me
at a distance.

She's probably trying
to protect herself.

From me?

She knows your history.

She can see that I've changed.

She's chosen the wrong men
in the past.

She's been hurt.

You need to give her time,

prove to her that
you're the right man.

There.

Sharp as pins,
the pair of you.

I took it from the box
Mr. Crabb brought.

Can I have it?

Yes, of course you can, Ernest.

You shouldn't have to ask.

He doesn't want
to upset you, Josie.

None of us do.

But we need to talk
about Father.

We need to grieve.

Oh my goodness, I'm sorry.

This is precisely
what I didn't want to do.

It's all right.

I cry in my room
every night.

Me too.

ERNEST:
Sometimes I do.

A bit.

Well, you shouldn't have
to do that alone.

(sniffling)

I mean, we should all be,
I don't know, crying together!

(laughter)

I tell you what,
we'll do more as a family.

Yes?

Good.

I have two tickets
to a lecture

on Byzantine art
tomorrow evening.

Do you want
to come with me'?

I'm not in the habit
of accepting invitations

someone else has refused.

Miss Grove...

Meryl, have I offended you
in some way?

I thought we'd come
to an understanding.

Then I saw you in the Tea Rooms
with another girl.

Rita Rogers?

No, she's an old friend.

Who happens to be
a special friend

of the great Carmo himself.

Carmo's circus?

That's a huge hit
at the Olympia.

I'm booking their performers
for our anniversary parade.

You were jealous, weren't you?

Go on, admit it.

The circus.

Tomorrow evening.

Oh, but it's completely
sold out.

Well, if Miss Rogers
is such a good friend...

You're asking the impossible.

That's five tickets, Freddy.

For all the family.

I'll be ever so grateful.

Five?

What do you think,
Mr. Crabb?

Obviously,
I'm not happy.

But disaster
at Whiteley's

means disaster
for Mr. Selfridge.

Then this store suffers
the consequences too.

I can't let that happen.

Mr. Towler.

Will you help me?

Tonight, then.

I'll arrange
the unmarked vans.

Get me an inventory
of the stock that's needed

and make sure the Whiteley's
loading bay is prepared.

Thank you, both of you,
from the bottom of my heart.

(elevator dings)

Straight to Whiteley's.

Yes, Mr. Towler.

Come on.

Any problems, come straight
back here, all right?

Mr. Towler?

Where is stock going
at this hour?

I'm moving the anniversary stock
to our Shoreditch warehouse.

It's taking up
too much room here.

Shoreditch?

That's where we kept
the provincial stores' stock,

isn't it?

But why isn't the loading bay
manager in charge?

Moving stock comes
under my remit

as head of Security.

Why unmarked vans?

The Selfridge vans
are out on deliveries.

Waiting
for the mechanic.

Thank you, Mr. Towler.

I hope I haven't
inconvenienced you.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Keen.

(door closes)

(snoring)

Connie?

You need to go to bed.

Why are you so late?

What've you been doing?

Doesn't matter--
it's done now.

Come on.

(Sighs)

Stiff as a board.

You shouldn't have
waited up.

I'll be fine
in the morning.

You're staying in bed
tomorrow.

Oh, George...

I'm gonna make you
breakfast.

They can do without me
for a few hours.

I have to go
to work, George.

I'll report you sick.

(laughs)

No arguing now.

It is Selfridge--
we should ask.

Quite so.

Are you joining us
in the game tonight,

Mr. Selfridge?

No. Thank you, though.

Right you are.

I'm sorry,
it's late.

I was at the club.

Who could tell?

I didn't want to go home

without telling you that
I'll wait for you.

I'll give you the time
and space you need.

Which is what
you're doing right now?

(laughs)

Damn if I'm being

my usual
impatient self.

You don't say.

Mae...

You mean the world to me.

Even if you did scare
the pants off me

the first time I met you.

(laughs)

We have so much history.

People we loved together,
people we hated together.

But there's still us.

Us.

We've both come a long way.

And through it all,
you've been my friend.

And if I lose you,
I lose my friend,

and I couldn't bear that.

You'll never lose me.

Trust me.

Goodnight, Mae.

(door closes)

Meryl,

about the circus...

I've told the family, Freddy.

You wouldn't believe
the excitement this morning.

Um...

I know it was a silly challenge,
but it really means so much.

There's no performance
this evening.

Or any other evening.

It's finished.

I'm so sorry.

I'll have to telephone ahead.

Tell them not to come.

Wait!

I have an idea.

But I will need your help.

Can I be of any
assistance, Mr. Keen?

Thank you Mr. Crabb,

but I've found
what I was looking for.

Could you clarify
something, Mr. Crabb?

We did cancel our contract
with the Shoreditch warehouse,

didn't we?

Indeed we did.

Soon as we moved
the provincial store stock.

(door closes)

CRABB:
How did it all go?

Nothing to worry about,
Mr. Crabb.

Thank goodness.

You're sure nobody
saw anything?

Mr. Keen asked
a few questions,

but I fobbed him off.

Mr. Keen?

He saw the vans coming out.

I told him we were
shifting stock

to the Shoreditch
warehouse.

Mr. Crabb?

Are you all right?

You've gone as white
as a sheet.

We have to go
to Mr. Selfridge immediately.

Gentlemen,
Mr. Selfridge is engaged.

Oh yes, thank you.

What have you done?

I didn't see
any other way.

Mr. Crabb and Mr. Towler

were just trying
to protect your interests.

Stealing is in my interests?

Mr. Towler and Mr. Crabb,
we'll speak later.

KEEN:
Staff out of control.

Stock shifted to a business

that has nothing to do
with Selfridge's.

I will handle the situation,
Mr. Keen.

Of course, the stock
will have to stay there now.

We can't risk this
getting out.

Gordon, order more
replacement stock.

Do what you have to do.

But the fact remains,
you have misplaced

your trust
in this man.

And I misplaced
my trust in you.

I have no option
but to report this to the Civic.

Harry, I can fix this.

Go home, Jimmy.

I'll go to the Civic.

Go home.

Now.

You'd better have a good reason
for pursuing this.

I have a story,
I know I have.

Dillon storms out
of Colleano's club.

So what?

He was furious Madame Rennard
spent all evening with Colleano

when she arrived
on Dillon's arm.

Club staff told me
Colleano was planning

an intimate dinner for two
the night he died.

Madame Rennard?

You're not suggesting Mae
had anything to do with it?

No.

But she told you
where Dillon was.

I wondered if the police
had checked, and they hadn't.

He wasn't with his mother.

She spent all evening
at a church gathering.

You can prove that?

I spoke with the vicar himself.

I just want us to be clear,

none of this was
my father's doing.

But it was his business
partner's doing.

You know, I'm not the enemy.

I've been trying to protect
you and your father

more than you think.

Good evening to you,
Mr. Gordon.

Ah!

(shouts in pain)

Ah!

(heavy breathing)

I just wanted you to know

we don't hold either
of you responsible.

My father and I have to take
our share of the blame.

We should've kept a closer check
on Mr. Dillon's management.

GEORGE:
Thank you, Mr. Gordon.

Mr. Towler!

You have to get home
straightaway.

The doctor's been called.

Your wife's gone into labor.

I should've stayed with her.

Go.

Go!

I'm so sorry.

There isn't gonna be

a performance tonight.

The circus has finished.

I've made a complete mess
of things.

Oh, well,

that's all right, Meryl.

We can all go
to the Tea Rooms

when you've finished work
instead, yes?

Not the same
as a circus, though.

No.

Nothing like.

I'm sorry, Ernest.

Who wants to go
to the toy department?

Oh yes, good idea.

My treat, yes?

Come along, then.

Oh!

Madame Rennard's
autumn collection.

It's Italian silk.

You can tell the quality
straightaway.

And look at those darts.

(gasps)

That's good sign
of good tailoring.

You love being here.

Mr. Crabb told me that
he asked you to come back.

Now I'm asking.

Yes, but
what about the children?

Surely they would think
I was abandoning them.

Why don't you ask them?

I'm genuinely sorry, Harry.

I thought I'd pay you
the courtesy

of showing you first.

This is sheer nonsense.

I wouldn't print it
if it wasn't solid.

No.

No, it's low,

even by your rag's
standards.

I didn't have to come here.

I certainly didn't come here
to be insulted.

Even if this isn't to get at me,
you have Jimmy Dillon all wrong.

He's not a murderer.

There's enough to provoke
a proper police inquiry,

at the very least.

We run with the story
first thing in the morning.

Good day.

Where is she?

It's a boy, George.

A beautiful, healthy
baby boy.

Mr. Selfridge
to see you, sir.

Harry.

I'm sorry.

I'm not here
about the stock, Jimmy.

The Herald is running
with a story about you tomorrow.

What kind of story?

Total nonsense.

Accusing you of killing
Victor Colleano.

Now, the good news is
we've been forewarned.

Harry...

We can get ahead of this

with a press release
of our own.

We can make it clear

that this is all part
of Wynnstay's

ongoing vendetta
against me.

Harry...

Against people
that I work with.

No press release.

We have to fight back hard,
Jimmy.

If we don't...

I did kill Victor.

No.

No.

Why?

It was an accident.

We argued about Mae.

Mae?

I was jealous.

We fought.

I never meant for him
to fall.

Every night, I see it happening
over and over again.

Why didn't you come to me?

I didn't want to see the look
that's in your eyes right now.

I put my trust in you.

I thought us buying
Whiteley's together,

somehow you could shield me
from what I've done.

But even Harry Selfridge
can't do that.

I came to look at you
as a son.

I am so sorry.

Harry, I am so sorry
for everything.

I'm not a bad man, Harry.

I never meant
for Victor to fall.

Everything about you is a lie.

Everything.

You killed a man.

And then you think that
you can just hide behind me?

I'll go to the police.

Pay your price.

Harry...

Pay your price.

I want nothing more
to do with you.

(door slams)

(swing)

MISS MARDLE: Now, I know I've
been trying to organize you all

rather too much.

Please bear with me while I try
and muddle through, won't you?

ERNEST:
You're doing a great job,

and I'll fight anyone
who says otherwise.

Would any of you be upset
if Josie went back to work?

We could all help out.

Is that what
you want, Josie?

No, not if it makes you
unhappy, I don't, no.

Will you still
read me stories

and tuck me in
every night?

Yes, of course
I will, Ernest.

Father working
didn't make us unhappy.

It wouldn't be
any different with you.

As long as
we're together.

I mean, that's
the main thing.

We'll always be
together, Eleanor.

We're family now.

Good evening, and welcome!

This way, please.

Go on, Ernest.

(gasps)

Oh!

Look at the acrobats!

Did you do all this?

It was Freddy's idea.

(laughs)

(applause)

Harry, what's the matter?

Jimmy killed Victor.

Oh my God, so it's true.

You knew?

MAE: I was meant to be having
dinner with Victor that night.

Just dinner with a dear friend.

Jimmy had become
far too possessive, jealous.

He was trying to own me.

Well, what made you
suspect him?

A journalist started asking
questions about Victor's death,

and Jimmy acted... strangely.

So I went to him.

I confronted him.

And you didn't think
to tell me any of this?

Well no, because he...

He denied it, and I had
no reason to disbelieve him.

How could you not
say anything to me?

Because I had no proof,

and you'd just gone
into business with him.

You believed in Jimmy so much.

This may well destroy me
and my family.

Harry...

No, I have to say
goodnight, Mae.

I have to take all this in.

I thought I knew you,
I thought I knew Jimmy.

I don't know who to trust.