Mr Selfridge

I want what I asked for. The amount in full. What's the problem?

I'm flat broke. Can you help me?

Sell whatever you have to. I can run the remaining companies from London.

I'll make it right.

Don't ever come near my family or my store again.

The Civic Building Society asked me to speak with you about your father.

Get me the company lawyer. I urgently need to speak about Harry Selfridge.

Will you be with me, Josie? Will you be my wife?

Bye!

Maybe we're too wrapped up in ourselves to notice we're drifting apart?

- The job offer's still open. - Good. - And I'm taking it.

- You don't own a woman like Mae, Jimmy. - Keep away from her.

He was a good man.

Let's go to work, Harry.

Mother.

- Is there news? - There is news.

You don't have to hide any more.

The police suspect organised crime.

This means nothing. It's gossip. Rumours.

It means you're not in the frame.

In the frame or not...

...I killed him.

Accidentally.

Then why do I feel like this?

You take things on. More than you should.

Ever since you were a boy.

You can't hide here forever. People will talk.

You've business in London to attend to.

You've made powerful friends, Jimmy. Allies.

Men like Harry Selfridge.

You keep him close and you'll be fine.

Things have been difficult lately. We need this to work.

A store-wide summer promotion. Classic Selfridges.

It's a great idea, Pa.

And preparations for the meeting with Keen this morning...?

I've overseen it personally, every detail.

- Ground floor, please. - (LIFT BELL PINGS)

Mr Lyons has all he needs?

- Ice cream cart? - Mr Lyons has his cart.

It's good to have you back.

Morning. Summer at Selfridges. What do you think?

I love it.

- Well done, Mr Lyons. - Thank you.

Mrs Edwards.

The summer selection, Mr Selfridge.

A final triumph for you, Mrs Edwards.

- You shall be missed. - Well, we save the best for last.

Let's see if your windows do Madame Rennard's collection justice.

- Your first windows. - They're superb, Mae.

- Thank you. - A wonderful job, both of you.

We're in good hands.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

How's George?

Erm... Well, he's not really talking.

He's been staying up late with his medals.

I think it's stirred up the past.

Well, him and Victor were best friends.

Give him time.

So... are you still telling people you and Frank are together?

That he'll join you in New York?

We are still married.

You must be nervous. I can't imagine how I'd feel.

Oh, nervous. Excited too.

Elizabeth Arden, New York City... It's a big challenge.

I meant about leaving Frank behind.

A bit of time apart might be just the tonic.

Anyway, must get on. I'll see you later at my leaving party.

Have you seen this?

They're saying that Victor was mixed up in the underworld.

Oh... Yes. Ghastly business.

Who knows what really happened?

Well... Your range is a sensation.

- Orders are flooding in. - Mm.

And the windows are a triumph.

Oh, yes. Mr Lyons, he's a real talent.

- He's rather peculiar though. - Well, most creative types are.

True.

Frank tells me you've declined press interviews.

Oh, Harry, I've been so busy with this range.

- To be honest, I haven't really felt like it. - Throw 'em a bone.

You know how Mr Crabb loves free advertising.

You love it.

Well, not that I want to tempt fate or anything

but, at the moment, demand isn't really our problem, is it?

The machine room is close to breaking point.

I'll get Gordon on it.

I've got 15 machinists turning out three dresses an hour.

That's 400 dresses a day.

We're doing our best, but demand's high and it's only gonna go up.

Right, well, I tell you what,

we'll look into hiring extra machinists to ease the load.

Make sure to give them all regular breaks.

Fine work, ladies. Keep it up.

Don't sit there gawping.

And keep your seams straight, Brockless.

The board at the Civic have concerns, Mr Selfridge.

The incident with the broken windows.

The bad publicity.

Excessive, if not frivolous spending.

A disturbing pattern.

Mr Keen, you want us to show a greater transparency.

Am I right?

Well, you oughta know, we're getting our house in order. We're consolidating.

- Reining in our spending. - The summer promotion...

A cost that will return to us tenfold.

Selfridges is on the up and up again, Mr Keen.

All to the good, but I should warn you,

that we at the Civic are looking to exert a more muscular executive presence in the future.

Of course.

For example, I would like to use an office space here, in store, for a couple of days a week.

Er, Mr Crabb?

We should be able to accommodate you, Mr Keen.

Why don't you come to our monthly directors' meeting?

Your input would be greatly appreciated.

Would that address your concerns?

- It would. - (DOOR OPENS)

Boys!

I told you to wait. I'm so sorry. Granddad!

- We've been looking for you. - Aah! Ooh! (CHUCKLES)

Mr Keen...

Thank you, Mr Selfridge.

- What are you doing here? - Your father invited us.

- I have a question for you boys. - What?

One second.

- Who'd like ice cream? Me!

It's all they could think about this morning.

They're good kids. About time I got to know them better.

As a matter of fact, why don't you and Gordon come to dinner?

Rosalie's been asking after you.

We'd love to.

- Can I have another one? - Please?

Another one already?

- All right. - Oh, go on, then.

Thank you.

- Grace, excuse us for a moment, would you? - OK.

What's wrong?

Lord Wynnstay, he's taking us to court. Breach of contract.

- What for? - Withdrawing our advertising.

I'll call the lawyers.

I can do it.

All right.

So you're ready.

And if anyone should ask, you were seeing to your sick mother.

The police are looking elsewhere.

They'll keep doing that, unless you give them a reason not to.

Oh, don't be a fool, Jimmy. Look in the mirror.

Give them half a chance, they'll string you up.

Go back out there. Put this behind you.

Focus on what really matters.

- And what's that? - Flying high.

So they can never tear you down.

Here you are.

This arrived for you, by messenger from... Temple.

Open it.

Well, what is it?

Connie...

Victor set up a trust...

...for our baby.

Oh!

But why?

Why us? Victor knew so many people.

I haven't been a proper friend to him.

Not for years.

- I let things slide, Connie. - George!

Victor loved you.

And this is proof.

My story's like many of yours.

I first started out in Selfridges in accessories...

...as an assistant.

I was ambitious.

But I had no idea how I might progress.

Mr Selfridge made that happen.

Not just for me... others as well.

Because working at Selfridges is like being part of a family.

Family is important. Mr Selfridge taught me that.

He's guided us through the ups and downs of life.

He encouraged us.

Believed in us.

Gave us a chance to shine.

This is the store that Mr Selfridge built and...

...I'm proud to say that it's made me who I am.

I...

Thanks.

Ah, New York won't know what hit 'em.

- Not quite sure I can do this. - (CHUCKLES)

I've never been more confident of anything in my life.

It's been a pleasure working with you, Mrs Edwards...

Director of Concessions, Elizabeth Arden.

I'll never forget what you've done for me.

Well, it's me who should be thanking you.

And I shall see you... very soon.

- New York's such a long way away, Kitty. - It's five days by boat.

- It's nothing. - Four by Zeppelin.

There's no way you're getting me on one of those things, George Towler.

Don't you feel guilty.

We always knew you'd be off one day.

Don't make me cry, George.

Have you said your goodbyes?

Nothing left to say.

I should go. Slip away.