Mr Selfridge

I'm afraid we're a rowdy bunch tonight.

That's all right.

Would you please excuse me? So many old friends to meet.

I'm going to the pictures. Me, too.

Can I come?

Pa, make them take me with them.

Gordon, take your sister.

Go on, do it for me.

Everyone, it is Thanksgiving in a couple of days

and I want us to sit down together for an entire evening as a family.

We're going to give thanks for our many blessings.

Just as we've always done. All right?

This place will be heaving with customers by the time you and Agnes put your magic in.

Well, it's gonna need a spruce up before the wedding, that's for sure.

Mr and Mrs Colleano, eh?

Not long now.

What have I done to offend you?

We can't be together any more, Florian. It's wrong.

Who says it's wrong?

I'm too old for you.

There's no future in it.

You decide this without even discussing with me?

I have your interests at heart. Please note that.

What I do know is, we made each other happy.

I know I love you.

You don't decide that for me.

Ready?

Ready. It's going to feel really odd, though.

Do you think Mr Selfridge will understand us handing in our notice so suddenly?

Well, he knows I'd want George at my wedding.

Army doctor says his arm's on the mend so he'll be back at the front in no time.

You'll have me to share your worries with, Agnes.

Actually he's going to come into the store today. He says he feels ready to now.

The American Embassy advises me that all charges have been dropped.

I'm a free man. I'm so happy for you, Henri. Congratulations.

Thank you.

The Selfridge name will be cleared, too. You'll see.

Sure, son.

Now that I'm free to travel, I have to go and sign up to fight.

It's the right thing to do.

I'll be sorry to see you go, but of course I understand.

Miss Plunkett, I was unaware that Mr Selfridge was due to meet Frank Edwards tonight.

Really?

I need some of his evenings for social engagements.

I don't see any available for the next month.

If I get to the diary faster than you, that's your lookout, Miss Blenkinsop.

Ow!

Is everything all right, Miss Mardle? Mind your own business.

That was rude of me. I'm terribly sorry, Miss Calthorpe, please excuse me.

Of course. Everyone's entitled to a bad day.

Is that what I'm having?

Well, you do seem a bit out of sorts.

Yes, I suppose I am rather.

My mum's not like other people.

She says a problem shared is a problem doubled.

But she also says, when in doubt, do something.

Even if it's the wrong thing, at least you'll be making a decision.

Yes. Thank you...

..Miss Calthorpe.

Going anywhere nice, Rose?

Oh, just out and about.

Come with you, if you like. I could do with some air.

I have a lot of errands to run today. Very boring. But I'd love to walk with you later.

Miss Towler and Mr Colleano to see you, sir.

And Frank Edwards has confirmed tonight's meeting.

We want to get married, Mr Selfridge, while George is still here to give me away.

So we're both handing in our notice.

You're leaving? We'll inform Mr Grove now.

Miss Towler felt you should know first.

I know this seems sudden but,

well, war has a way of quickening one's step.

Thank you, Mr Selfridge. For everything.

You'll be sorely missed, Mr Colleano.

Miss Towler, can I have a minute, please?

I know it's this country's policy that married women give up work,

but I'm willing to bend the rules for you.

Thank you but, erm... I'm not just joining the family, I'm joining the family business.

A family business.

Has a nice ring to it.

Not like Selfridges, obviously, but, erm...

..I need to put my whole heart into it for Mr Colleano's sake.

I can't pretend it's not a sad day, what with Mr LeClair leaving.

Where's he going?

His name has been cleared.

He's going to fight for France.

Can I help you, Mr LeClair?

You can, if you accept my apology.

Apology?

Miss Towler had to deal with a brother being missing in her own way.

I spoke out of term and overstepped the mark as a concerned colleague.

I'm sorry.

I accept your apology.

I wanted to clear the air between us before I join the French army.

You're leaving?

Yes. In a couple of days.

Before I go I wanted to wish you and Miss Towler

every happiness and success in your life together.

Thank you, Mr LeClair.

I hope you return safe and well.

I won't be coming back to Selfridges.

Thank you for waiting, Mrs Selfridge.

Is that my x-ray plate?

It is, yes.

I've... consulted with a colleague...

..and sadly he confirms my diagnosis.

What do you mean?

I'm afraid there... there's no way to... sweeten the pill.

It's not good news, Mrs Selfridge.

George Towler!

Hello, Kitty.

A pleasure, Private Towler. Indeed, an honour.

Thank you, sir.

We're extremely proud of you, young man. Thank you, Mr Grove.

We were so worried when you went missing.

Like a bad penny, Master Selfridge. I'll always show up.

What was it like out there?

My father would... love to see you.

All right now, ladies, back to work.

I heard we've lost men...

..Mr Selfridge.

Throughout the store.

I've written letters to all their families,

so I've very happy to see you and know it's not a letter I have to write.

It's hell out there.

Only they don't tell you that in the newspapers.

What kept you going? The small things kept you going, Mr Selfridge.

Letters... parcels from home.

Chocolate. Clean, dry socks.

Baccy, cocoa...

The comforts of home.

Exactly that.

I'd open up your parcel, Aggie...

Straight into the jars of jam.

You and your sweet tooth, George.

The tasting bit came after.

First I'd... get the jar and put it up to my nose...

..and breathe in.

Do you remember how we used to make jam and chutney with mother?

Our life of crime, Mr Selfridge. Robbing orchards.

Ah. I hope you didn't get caught. Like I did.

Bedlam going on...

..all around you.

Open a simple jar of jam, close your eyes,

and you're back in your mother's kitchen again...

..a boy again, all safe and warm.

I want to reflect your brother's words throughout the store.

The comforts of home.

The simple things.

I'll get started on a window straight away.

Your swansong.

Yes.

Though these have been the best five years of my life, Mr Selfridge.

Just you make sure the rest of your life is equally as happy.

Miss Towler...

..you've come to mean a great deal to me. I want you to know that.

Thank you, Mr Selfridge.

I'll miss you.

Are you all right, Mrs Selfridge?

I'm fine, thank you, Fraser.

I need to discuss the, uh... the Thanksgiving dinner with you.

I want you to think of something reassuring, Mr Thackeray.

Plain old-fashioned breakfast tea.

A warm, waterproof coat.

Talcum powder.

Let some of the tea loose so you get the aroma as you approach.

I'll put out the mackintoshes.

Miss Mardle? Most women would make personal sacrifices for a decent pair of gloves.

To give a pleasant scent and to ease fingers into gloves or stockings into shoes.

I can do a bigger promotion, if you'd like. One glove turned inside out on each set.

Keep it simple. We're stoking memories, that's all.

Tell cook that the girls brought pecans back with them from Chicago

so she just has to get the rest of the ingredients for the pies.

Actually, Fraser, just... Tell her I'll make them myself.

Certainly, Mrs Selfridge.

You make your own pies?

Yes. Pecan pies.

The best in America, actually.

Fraser, I need to add pumpkins to that list.

We can't get sweet potatoes here.

Oh, and ingredients for the corn bread.

This is going to be the best Thanksgiving dinner ever.

Ever.

White cloths on all the tables for the wedding. That way we can use them again for the public.

And simple winter pansies in the centre.

And we can hang ivory silk bows all along that wall.

Gonna do a suckling pig on a spit outside, George.

Right. Two types of ale. Pale and bitter.

Sprinklings of pine needles on the floor to give a lovely winter smell.

Bit of tender loving care, we'll be ready to face the public, won't we, Victor?

Sorry?

I was just saying what we could do here.

Come on, Franco, let's look upstairs at what can be done.

What's upstairs got to do with me? You'll be the one painting it.

Come on. I've got to get back to the store.

All right, George. Penny for 'em.

There's just a lot on my mind.

Thinking about going back to the front?

Just a lot of things.

I had a word with some of the procurement committee and they back Loxley to the hilt.

Even Edgerton.