Mr Selfridge

You're quite beautiful, you know that?

Who's the artist? He's called Roderick Temple.

You have a very lovely daughter. Don't use her to get close to me.

I've got a chance of my own restaurant. This person might back me. Wonderful! Who is it?

There's a place come up in Windmill Street.

Don't rush me, dear heart. Hettie's hardly in her grave,

and here i am with you.

Perhaps we shouldn't see each other for a while.

Miss Love is taking a principal role in my new play.

Miss Hawkins is to become Senior Assistant to Miss Mardle.

You don't steal from your work family!

If you could just give her a reference.

I don't write references for people who are dishonest.

It's early. Come back to bed.

Stop! I was nearly late for work twice last week.

Hmm. Let's make it really late then.

It's all right... It's all right for you, Mr Leclair.

It doesn't matter what time you turn up.

You'd just be off, being artistic.

I don't want to lose my job.

But you might want to... What?

Make yourself...

presentable. Oh.

Agnes! I've been meaning to thank you.

What for? Inspiring me.

I went straight to Mr Selfridge. My heart was pounding.

But i gave him the ice cream idea, and he said yes.

Aw! Victor, good for you!

Now i've got to do the same thing with my backer.

Make sure she gives me a straight answer. How could she say no?

You're Victor Colleano! Get out of it.

Here. Watch out.

There you go, Miss Towler. Ready for work.

You'd prefer to go riding than come in to the store today?

Well, Pa... if you wouldn't mind.

Maybe i could come some other week? I suppose not.

It's just one problem with that.

What's the problem? This week, next week?

Well...

next week, we do not have Sir Ernest Shackleton coming in.

But still, maybe you can meet him another time.

You mean it, Pa? Shackleton!

Coming to our store? Our store. OUR store, is it?

Oh, Lois, look, flowers from Harry.

That's so sweet. The bouquet is for Miss Rosalie, Ma'am.

- Flowers! - For me?

They're for me to practise my drawing.

Look, it's Mr Temple's card!

Give them to me.

Give them to me!

And the card.

Fraser, could you return these to Mr Temple,

and if any more are sent from that address,

could you just refuse them at the door? Certainly, Mrs Selfridge.

Thank you.

He only wanted to do something encouraging,

seeing as he seems to be banned from this house.

You are a 17-year-old girl.

A grown man has no business sending you flowers.

Your mother's quite right, Rosalie.

You want to treat me like a baby, then i'll act like a baby.

I'm staying in my room. I'm not coming to the store later!

You will do as i say, young lady. What's wrong with Rosalie?

That man has been in our house and used Rosalie to get to you,

and you didn't think fit to tell me? I'm sorry, Harry.

I thought i'd handled the situation. You handled it poorly by the looks of things.

I made a mistake. So, can we just think of Rosalie,

how best to handle this for her? I will wring his neck if he comes near her again.

And what about you, Rose?

He seems to be pretty persistent for a man

who simply painted your portrait.

What's that supposed to mean? You tell me.

I told you...

nothing happened between us.

Can i get some service, please?

Is there ANYONE here to help me?

Excuse me?

Where is everybody?

What's going on, Grove? There are staff missing from every department.

And we opened our doors a full five minutes late.

I have to confess, I have no idea, Mr Selfridge.

An outbreak of dysentery, perhaps.

You hear of these things. Then surely we would have received word.

Any notes been delivered? Any telephone calls?

Nothing. Not a word. Only two serving on Accessories.

You're our Chief of Staff, aren't you?

But where's our staff?

Excuse me.

- Mr Selfridge, Miss Mardle. - Oh.

Miss Mardle, where's your staff? It's just myself and Miss Miller. I'm completely mystified by it.

If your department has taken time off for some London Spectacle,

I'll be really annoyed, Miss Mardle. Of course, Mr Selfridge.

I-i hardly imagine they would be. Wouldn't you say so, Mr Grove?

I really don't know what to think.

Miss Hawkins, where have you been? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Miss Mardle.

Bond Street underground station. We got stuck.

I managed to get free because my carriage wasn't in the tunnel.

I expect the rest will be along shortly, Mr Selfridge.

Excuse me. Service! Oh, excuse me.

Right, well, Mr Grove...

you know what we have to do.

I'll be wearing grey. The gloves have to be complimentary.

I feel these may not be conservative enough.

Too conservative by far, in my opinion.

Try these on.

Imagine the red against the grey.

Conservative coat, and then that little twist of excitement

that the French have mastered so well.

You think so? Well, what do you think?

That's what's my Pa always says.

Why, i love them, young man.

You've got ecru, orchid, flax, various off-whites and ivories.

I want as many textures as possible.

Have we got silk and gauze? Oh, i'll get them to you.

Right now, i need to focus on manning the department.

I'm down three staff with Miss Towler on the Antarctica window.

I don't mean to leave you in the lurch. Oh, i'll be fine. The window's of vital importance.

London will want to see how we pay tribute

to Sir Ernest Shackleton and his doughty men.

My being short of help is hardly up there with glaciers and crevasses now, is it?

In another life, you would have made a formidable explorer yourself.

In another life, i'd be chess champion of Great Britain. Who knows - perhaps i still might.

Mr Crabb, how can i help you?

How can i help YOU, Miss Ravillious?

I'm sorry, Madam, I couldn't quite hear.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Mr Crabb, would you mind asking Miss Mardle

to assist in this department?

You could take her place in Accessories.

What item of undergarment was Madam wishing to see?

This is very nice.

I have the perfect, little beret to go with this intricate plaid. But too fussy, i fear.

Oh, but tartan is perfect for a jacket.

See the pattern against your skin.

Now, jaunty little beret atop,

matching drawstring purse, burnished dark leather gloves.

Just perfect! I have the ideal worsted wool for you.

Hmm. Maybe this is a little too plain.

I'll take some coffee and i'll come back.

Miss Mardle, it may be different in Accessories,

but the cardinal rule in the Fashion Department

is to listen - listen properly, to the customer's requirements.

We believe in the power of suggestion in Accessories.

You might want to take that on board.

I know how to run my own department. While you are here, you will do things my way.

Last time i checked, this was a department store not a dictatorship.

Ladies! Ladies! Please.

Thank goodness. Staff.

I realise as Heads of your respective departments,

this has been a difficult morning for both of you.

You may return to your own position, Miss Mardle. Thank you, Mr Grove.

Sorry, Mr Selfridge. Don't worry.

Transport problems happen.

No, couldn't be helped.

You see, Gordon, it's important to support the people who work here.

Mr Grove.

The Station Master has sent word to you personally, Mr Selfridge.

I hardly expect an apology for delays on the train.

It was a body on the tracks that caused the delays, Mr Selfridge.

They have identified the body through her personal belongings.

I'm very sorry, sir.

It was Miss Bunting.

She erm... she fell on the line earlier this morning.

Miss Bunting.

They found this in her purse.

It's addressed to you personally, Mr Selfridge.

Who's Miss Bunting, Pa?

Why did she fall in front of a train? Pa?

Pa... if she stole from you...

didn't you HAVE to sack her?

Well, the straight answer is yes, but life runs crookedly sometimes.

She stole to buy medicine for someone she loved.

And i never let her explain that to me.

Mr Edwards to see you, Mr Selfridge.

Oh. Miss Blenkinsop, why don't you take Master Gordon

to the Soda Fountain? Certainly, Mr Selfridge.

Hello, Master Gordon. Here to see Shacks, the hero of all heroes?

Yep. 97 miles from the South Pole and he turns back.

Turns back! To save the lives of his men.

That's a mark of a true leader, eh?

Harry, old boy, i'm here to tell you that today is your lucky day.

Ah, it doesn't feel like it, Frank. It will be when you hear what i've got to say.

I'm all yours!

What? Uh... change of ownership at the paper.

My face and my politics no longer fit.

So, in a nutshell, i need a job.

Today may not be the best day, Frank. I was thinking Press Officer, or...

Let me-let me think about it.

Sorry, old boy, but if the loan sharks find out i'm unemployed, I might be in a spot of bother.

Harry?

Are you listening?

I'm sorry, Frank. Today's not a great day for me to think about taking on anyone new.

Good to know where a fellow stands.

Miss Miller... I was looking for you.

Oh, sorry i wasn't at my station, i was...

I was just...

You did everything you could for Miss Bunting, Doris.

You mustn't think there was anything else you could have done.

She must've lost all hope to do a thing like that.

We all feel guilty when something awful like this happens.