Mr Selfridge (2013–2016): Season 3, Episode 6 - Episode #3.6 - full transcript

Harry becomes more involved with Nancy, inviting her to family dinner and having to sell some of his shares to raise funding for their housing project; a move which also diminishes his majority shareholding. Nancy, meanwhile, has other plans for Harry's money. Sergei leaves for Paris to secure funds for his aviation dreams, taking Rosalie. Victor, under continuing extortion, joins forces with another businessman with a gambling interest in his nightclub. Kitty's attackers are out on bail thanks to Loxley and after an ineffectual attempt from Frank to tackle him, Kitty takes things in her own hands. Miss Mardle tries to help Doris Grove come to terms with her sweetheart who is also father of one of Mr Grove's children, resulting in tragic consequences.

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- I know what I'm doing.
- Do you?
- Trust me.

That estate money's as good as ours.

I give you the Loxley Charitable
Foundation for Former Servicemen.

- You can have the job.
- Mr Grove.

I'll break it to him gently.
You'll need his support.

That man in the store - we
were childhood sweethearts.

Lots of things happened
during the war.

Ernest is Billy's baby.

I want to have fun.

Alcohol after hours.

Violette Selfridge. Does your
father know you're here?



There's a telephone call
for you, Mr Selfridge.

It's Inspector Harkness from
Bond Street police station.

I see.

Of course.

The police aren't pursuing
a prosecution against you.

This time.

But they said that you were
in a compromising position.

I didn't do anything.

You will not leave this house
or speak on the phone.

You're not serious?

I'm just glad that your mother's
not here to witness your shame.

Take care, Duke. Bye.

It was fun while it lasted.

- Are we going to reopen?
- I'm working on it.



Just need a bit of time.

Gordon Selfridge, Deputy Manager.

Pleased to meet you. Gordon
Selfridge, Deputy Manager.

Good morning. Gordon
Selfridge, Deputy Manager.

Good morning to you too, Mr Gordon.

Deputy Manager - Gordon!

Barely out of short trousers and I'm
expected to take orders from him.

Finish your breakfast. You
haven't touched your eggs.

I can't. I feel sick.

Why did he bother asking me to apply

if he already knew he was going to
give it to his son? It's humiliating.

You're still his right-hand man,
whatever title his son has.

Exactly. I do all the work,
get none of the recognition.

Can't we be grateful
for what we've got?

A roof over our heads, healthy
children, each other?

Well...

If he thinks I'm taking
his son in hand...

he's got another think coming.

Goodbye, my dear.

Miss Pertree...

Did I tell you to move the
tortoiseshell rouge cases?

I'm sure I haven't touched
a thing, Mrs Edwards.

Well, there's three missing.

The autumnal shades eye
shadow has gone too.

Miss Calthorpe, have you been
messing with my counter?

I would never be so bold.

Are you quite certain you haven't
touched this display?

I know better than to interfere
with your work, Mrs Edwards.

Then we've got a thief.

Well, don't look at me.

Whoever it is has had a tawny
boater off us and all.

Ground floor, please. Thank you.

I know that you were
the natural candidate.

You would have been justified
in assuming the job was yours.

You're a Selfridge. There's
no more natural a choice.

I appreciate you being so...
magnanimous, Mr Grove.

I'm... content to be
a shoulder to lean upon.

Mr Gordon, I have just been
accused of being a thief.

- I have not accused anybody of anything.
- Ladies, please, one at a time.

That is not what I
said, Miss Calthorpe.

None of my girls would do such a thing.
I can vouch for them personally.

I wasn't insinuating that. YOU
were the one making accusations.

- I'm not making any accusations.
- Ladies, be quiet!

Ah. Mr Gordon. It would appear fashion
has become a victim of crime.

You're not alone. Now, Mrs
Edwards, what are you missing?

Tortoiseshell make-up cases and
autumnal shades eye shadow but -

- Miss Calthorpe, what about you?
- A tawny boater with a taupe ribbon.

- Miss Mardle?
- A burnt sienna day dress and -

Everything that's
missing... is brown.

Well, one would hardly describe
burnt sienna as... brown.

- Tortoiseshell is a combination of colors.
- Quite. Ladies,

if you'll excuse me for a moment,

I think I'll have an answer
for you very shortly.

Ah. Well, there you are, Mrs Edwards.

- Nobody was accusing you of anything.
- Yes, you were -
- Ladies!

Monsieur Longchamp, I understood
you were to arrive this afternoon.

Ah, Monsieur Gordon! Pleased
to see you again.

I didn't want to waste any time getting
started on my first window display.

Ah. On that subject,

it's probably for the best if
you inform the departments before
you appropriate their stock.

That way we can avoid
any unnecessary...

excitement amongst the staff.

People will always moan. They hate anything
that interferes with their little routine.

You know, they... they're just so...

'This is how we do it here'.

But the truth is, the only thing
we can count on is change.

You and I are young.

We are the future.

If we dare to grasp it.

Yes. Yes, that's all well
and good. It certainly -

It is only a prototype.

Gosh.

Harry Selfridge is here to see you.

Ask him in.

- Victor.
- Mr Selfridge.

Wow. Quite a place you've got here.

Congratulations.

Well, if I can keep it open.

The police have been
flexing their muscles.

Apparently I'm not sufficiently
contributing to their pensions.

I suppose you must know that my daughter
was caught up in those events.

- I can only apologise.
- Hm.

Did you notice who she was with?

I fear that she's fallen
in with the wrong crowd.

It wasn't Violette's fault.

I have nothing but respect for
you and I respect your daughter.

You? The police report
said that she -

They exaggerated. We
did nothing untoward.

My children are still reeling
from the death of their mother.

Violette is not herself
at this moment.

I will ask you to leave her alone.

Am I making myself clear?

Perfectly clear.

Ladies, if you could all follow me,

I have found our missing merchandise.

I've never been allowed
in here before.

Come on in. Don't be shy.

I've always fancied myself
as a creative person.

You? The only thing
you make is trouble.

- Hey!
- May I introduce you to
our new head of display,

Pierre Longchamp.

Bonjour tout le monde.

Please do forgive me. This
is... It's a work in progress.

Looks like Mr Gordon's first appointment
might work out rather well.

How does it turn round?

- It's so clever.
- Marvellous! It's like magic.

He was always going to inherit
the store, you know.

It was always going to be his.

It's moving!

All right, everyone. Entertainment's
over. Back to your positions.

Come on, come on. Chop-chop.

You're quite the showman, aren't you?

Bit of your old man in you, I reckon.

Look at me. I'm shaking like a leaf.

You were terrific.

Morning.

Ah, Miss Webb. Pleasure
to see you again.

Is there anything one of our
ladies can help you with?

I'm here on business today. I have
a meeting with Mr Selfridge.

Oh, very good. How are the plans
for the Selfridge Estate?

Coming along nicely.

Our architect has created
all the plans,

including sections and
elevations for the cottages.

And to be frank, we're only
waiting on the money now.

Is there a problem?

Harry?

Well, only that I've underestimated
the English love for bureaucracy.

I've booked engineers
and builders and -

Come to dinner with me tonight.
I want you to meet my family.

Harry, this is a business meeting.
We have business to discuss.

Is that a yes?

It's a little fast.

I'm asking you to dinner,
not to marry me.

It's... not a good idea.

Well, the truth is, my daughter's
driving me to distraction but...

if you're there, she'll
have to behave.

What can I say?

There's been a delay. The
banks are being slow.

Could be stringing you along
while he investigates us.

If he were suspicious, he would not
have invited me to meet his family.

Jesus! Is he in love with you?

I don't know. And if it means we get
enough money to start a new life,

then it's worth it.

I can't wait to get out of this city.

Do you really think it'll
be so different in America?

I want to be able to
walk down a street

without looking over my shoulder.

No-one's luck lasts forever.

All right. Here's to a fresh start.

I went to a club! I did
not do anything wrong.

Violette, you were arrested!

- I'm being imprisoned in my own house.
- Oh...

I'll go.

Gordon, why don't you tell everyone
about your first day at the helm?

Of course. Well, erm -

So, you were working with Harry
and now you're his lover.

You have investor and
suitor all in one.

- Marie.
- Very convenient.

- I beg your pardon?
- Oh, excuse me. I meant no offense.

My English is not perfect.

I meant 'fortunate'.

Nice of you to join us, Violette.

You remember Miss Webb?

- I hear you're dating my father.
- Oh!

Well, it's early days.

- A word to the wise -
- Violette.

There was me thinking I was
going to be bored tonight.

Other people's families
are usually so dull.

You should be open. Must be
losing money hand over fist.

Same terms as before?

It's triple now.

You're not serious?

You crossed me, Colleano. Got to pay.

I can't make that.

Thanks for the drink.

So, the staff went from wanting
to kill Monsieur Longchamp

to eating out of his hand.

I don't remember approving
a new window display.

You did leave me in charge, Pa.

If you'll excuse me, I must pack
for my business trip tomorrow.

What trip?

I leave for Paris in the
morning. Thought I'd said.

How long will you be gone?

I'm meeting a potential backer.
So as long as it takes.

- How long is that?
- As long as it takes. I just said.

Let's all have coffee
in the drawing room, hm?

May I be excused or is
coffee compulsory too?

She must be punishing
me for something.

Why else would she be
dating a club owner?

Well, the first man a
girl falls in love with

is often just like her father.

We're attracted to what's familiar.

- Hm.
- We usually get over it.

Well, I'm nothing like
Victor Colleano.

If you don't want to lose her,

you have to stop treating
her like a little girl.

This might be a good moment
for you to speak to Serge.

Perhaps it is best
if we don't interfere.

What happens between
husband and wife -

We did agree.

Very well. Of course.
Whatever you say.

What is it, Mama? What do you want?

Rosalie is not happy.

Her grandmother spoke to me.

What has my marriage to
do with Lois Selfridge -

or you, for that matter?

Because we live with
them. We need them.

- YOU need them, to pay your bills.
- Serge.

Everyone in this house
is expecting me to fail

and this is my chance to
make something of myself.

A marriage also needs tending
if it is to grow.

Talk to her.

About what?

Americans love to talk
about their feelings.

Oh, please God, no.

Your father and I didn't
set you a very good example.

We seldom saw each other.

Let alone shared our feelings.

Your father would rather
have shot himself.

I... don't know how to
be the husband she wants.

Then treat her like an attractive
girl you do not yet know.

You never have any trouble
making THEM happy.

Billy's been loitering on the street.

Mr Grove walked straight
past him yesterday.

Thank goodness he's so caught
up with this nonsense at work

to pay any attention to what's
going on around him.

If Mr Grove finds out
Ernest isn't his,

it'll be the end of
us, I know it will.

Well, we... we just have
to give Billy what he wants.

We do it in secret.

Let me sort everything out.

And please don't worry yourself
about it any more.

It's all going to be fine.

It's lovely.

How does he do it?

- Oh!
- Grace!

- What have you done?
- Oh, sorry, I -

Don't touch it! It's completely
ruined. You clumsy idiot!

Monsieur Longchamp, that is
no way to speak to a lady,

let alone one who is
working in our store.

Monsieur Gordon, I
did not see you there.

You must excuse me,
mademoiselle. I...

I apologise.

Apology accepted.

- It is pretty, non?
- Yes, quite.

But the best... the
best is yet to come.

I wish to bring the essence
of France to England.

The beautiful garments that
all French women wear.

But yet I cannot find
anywhere in this...

gargantuan temple to conformity...

Where are the ceintures?
The culottes bouffantes?

- I'm not quite sure I...
- Exactement. They're not in here.

We could bring les dessous
affriolants to London

but at a fraction of the cost.

Yes. Yes, I see.

My display will bring every
London woman to Selfridges,

dragging her husband and
his check book behind her.

I'll try.

Do not try, Mr Selfridge.

Do.

Thank you for sticking up for me.

What else was I going
to do? You're my girl.

I mean... if you'd like to be.

Erm... I'll think about it.

All right.

I've thought about it
and the answer's yes.

Mr Crabb.

I have an order from Monsieur
Longchamp for a new window display.

Monsieur Longchamnp and I are very
concerned that English women

are being denied the
dessous affriolants.

Mr Grove?

Oh, er... excuse me. Sorry.

It's all French to me.

Well, who are we to stand
in Mr Gordon's way?

Thank you, Mr Grove.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

That's what you want
for me, isn't it?

Shopping, gossip and marriage.

I want you to marry one day.

But gentlemen won't marry a
woman who's been disgraced.

Perhaps I don't want
to marry a gentleman.

Why don't you come work with
me on the Selfridge Estate?

Why on earth would that
be of interest to me?

Because it's a cause that your
mother would have loved.

Now, have you two declared a truce?

My father has suggested that
I come and work for you both.

That... would be wonderful!

The building and planning
work are all in hand.

What I really need

is for somebody to organize
fundraising for furniture.

Raffle tickets and rattling buckets?

No, thank you.

It's no good providing
servicemen's families with homes

if they have nowhere to sit.

I suppose I could organize a party.

I'm always having to go to
friends' charity events.

They can finally repay the favor.

That sounds just the thing.

I have to confess,

I'm incredibly envious of you.

Good heavens. Why?

You have your own career,
your own life.

I don't know how you managed it.

Well, I didn't have a choice.

Come on.

Quick turn around the Burlington
Arcade? Won't be half an hour.

I'm going to get home to Frank.

Night.

- Night.
- Night.

Ooh, sorry.

You can't spare a penny for men
who fought for king and country?

All right, Kitty?

Kitty! Kitty, it's me! It's George!

Let's get out of here.

It's all right. It's
all right. I've got you.

We were wondering if
you needed any help.

I'm fine, thank you.

One thing I know is
how to throw a party.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Not him.

And definitely not her.

This will not do at all.

A guest must either be charming, beautiful
or rich. Preferably all three.

What concern is it of yours?

Your father asked me to
be part of this family.

So you must let me save
you from yourself.

I also have a list.

The right people.

And who are male and unmarried.

You must meet a man, get
married. Fly this coop.

If you'd like to invite these
men, I'm happy for you to.

There are invitations and
envelopes here. Help yourself.

We don't mind rolling up
our sleeves, do we, Marie?

Grandma, do you mind
if I use the telephone?

- I do need to hire a band.
- Of course. Go ahead.

- Shall we get started?
- I have... headache.

- Colleano's.
- Oh. Hello, Elsa.

- May I speak to Victor, please?
- "Hello, Violette."

I'm afraid he's out at the moment.
Shall I ask him to return your call?

Thank you.

Victor...

Michael Regan.

I know who you are.

It is a nice spot. I've
always thought so.

I'm not selling.

The last thing I want is a club.
It's too much like hard work.

Did the pair of you work this
routine out between you?

Purkiss comes in, turns the
screws on and then you...

waltz in and save the day.

Oh, he's no friend of mine
but I know how he operates.

That's why I make it my business
to keep his boss in my pocket.

- And in return you'd expect...?
- Nothing.

Nothing much. A bit of gambling.

A roulette table would
fit nicely back there.

You'd have this place from
under me within a week.

I already told you I
don't want your club.

But unless you deal with Purkiss,
you won't have it either.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Did you find out how they're
back on the street?

Lord Loxley put up their bail.

Loxley?! What's he got
to do with anything?

His new foundation's paying for
their legal representation too.

It's all part of this war
with Harry Selfridge.

Harry stands up for
you female workers

so Loxley champions
unemployed servicemen,

says you're taking their jobs.

Charlie was always
a nasty piece of work.

Rumor at the front was he
did time before the war.

- Is that so?
- Silas hasn't got the
brains he was born with.

He'll do anything Charlie
tells him to.

Right. I'm going to see Lord Loxley.

- He needs to know what
these men are capable of.
- That's not a good idea.

Well, nor was getting those men
drunk in the first place but
somebody's got to do something.

I'll go.

Well...

- I should be getting home.
- I'll show you out.

If there's anything you need,

anything at all, you
can always rely on me.

You're already saved me once today.

I appreciate it. I really do.

Good heavens.

He's not in, Mr Crabb.

I need an appointment with him
at the earliest opportunity.

It is a matter of the utmost urgency.

Come to Paris with me.

- What?
- You have half an hour to pack a case.

What is this?

Why the sudden change of heart?

We've barely spoken
for days and now this?

I never know what you want from me.

Serge!

Serge, stop!

Serge's invited me to Paris.
Isn't that wonderful?

Darling! I'm sure you'll
have a lovely time.

Such a happy couple.

Let's hope they're still
smiling when they return.

We've been notified that you intend to
sell 5% of your holding in the company.

I've been asked to prepare
the documents of sale.

It's the only way that I can raise the
capital Miss Webb and I need to build.

You realize that if you do this,
you lose your majority stake?

It wasn't an easy decision.

But between us, the Selfridge family
will still control the store.

I feel some personal culpability
in this matter, Mr Selfridge.

If I hadn't spoken out against
the store loaning you the money,

you wouldn't be in this predicament.

You did what you believed to be
right and I respect you for it.

I beg you to reconsider.

Selfridges will no longer be yours.

Trust me. I know what I'm doing.

Now, where do I sign?

Mr Frank Edwards is at the door.

He does not have an appointment.

Show him in.

Whatever game you're playing with Harry
Selfridge, it doesn't include my wife.

I'm a grown man. I don't play games.

- Then why stand bail for
the men who attacked her?
- Ah! Allegedly, attacked her.

- They're nothing to you.
- On the contrary,

they're a tragic example of how
our once-venerated war heroes

are being persecuted.

Heroes?! Do you know what they did?

No. But the judge does and he
believed them worthy of bail.

I merely provided it.

I've got a court report of a case against
Charlie Copperstone. He assaulted a woman.

He wasn't a hero before the war
and service hasn't made him one.

Don't you reformers believe in
innocent until proven guilty?

A big public trial like this would
provide a platform for their cause.

And let you restore your character.

Well, any positive reflection on
myself is... merely incidental.

And my wife gets put through the wringer
by every paper in the country.

Which is an irony, coming
from you, Frank.

I look forward to
seeing you in court.

That article about
you is just the start.

I think you should consider
dropping the charges.

What?! After all I've been through?

If I could think of another way...

I'm just trying to
stop you being hurt.

Can we not try to put this behind us?

No. I can't.

There's no way those men
are walking away scot free!

What are you doing here?

You know you said if there was
anything you could do to help?

Well, turns out there is.

You can't tell Frank.

Good evening.

Lady Henry, how lovely to see you.

Miss Frances, have you been badgered
to buy a raffle ticket?

Violette, this is Lord Forgille
of Forgille Textiles.

Charmed.

He's not a real lord but
his money is real enough.

- Marie!
- He's also deaf.

We're going to exceed our target.

- I have to say, I am really impressed.
- You are?

- Mm-hm.
- That means a lot. Thank you.

I see why my father likes you.

Can an old man have a
dance with his daughter?

Of course, Pa.

Very proud of you.

Thanks, Pa.

George.

You can do this.

I know you can.

And I'll be right here by your side.

I won't let anything happen to you.

Come on.

George. What are you doing here?

Read this.

This is who your friend really is.

The one you were lying to protect.

- I didn't lie to no-one.
- I wasn't the first girl he attacked.

And I won't be the last either,

unless you do the right
thing and tell the truth.

- Leave me alone.
- Do you have a sister, Silas?

- What of it?
- What if it were her?

You intimidating my friend?

I'll have to speak to
my solicitor about that.

This is who Charlie Copperstone is.

He did time for bashing
a girl's face in.

And now he's back in court for
trying to do worse to my friend.

- He's a liar.
- You're a disgrace to the uniform.

Oh, George.

Give it here.

Take it from me.

Do the right thing.

Come on, Kitty.

- What are we celebrating?
- I have secured the funds for the project.

How much do you need to begin work?

That's fantastic!

£4,000 to secure building materials.

- It'll reduce costs if we buy in bulk.
- Mm-hm.

- £3,000 for labour.
- I'll put £7,000 in the
account tomorrow morning.

- What's going on?
- Thanks.

Perkiss won't be troubling
us any more.

You must be George. I'm Regan.

We're expanding, George.

A games room in the back. Roulette.

- Just gambling?
- You'll barely know we're here.

We're back in business.

Ah, Mr Gordon.

Mr Grove. What can I do for you?

Monsieur Longchamp's 'dessous affriolants'
have arrived from his designer.

I thought you might
like to sign for them,

as it's your personal project
and... responsibility.

Of course.

- Thank you, Mr Grove.
- Thank you.

This, I am looking forward to.

Miss Blenkinsop, erm... what does
'les dessous affriolants' mean?

My French is a little rusty.

Here we are.

Oh, my good lord.

So that we can prevent running
out of essential goods.

There's no point in doing
it in the first place if -

- - if no-one acts on it.
- Erm... Mr Gordon?

- It'll have to wait, Miss
Calthorpe. This is pressing.
- It can't.

I'm sure it can. Now, I understand -

Mr Longchamp is putting women's
knickers in Selfridge's window.

Oh, my word.

These denigrate all women.

Well, I think they're beautiful.

That's as may be, Miss Calthorpe,
but I for one will not be
jettisoning my girdle for them.

Connie!

Hi, Pa.

You knew!

Oh, Kitty!

- What are you doing here?
- Silas has withdrawn his
statement supporting Charlie.

He's made a new one,
telling the truth.

Charlie's had to change his plea
to guilty. He's going to prison.

Oh... Oh, thank goodness.

Oh, it's good to see you happy.

I don't think I realised the
toll this had taken on you.

- I'm sorry about that. I'm
sorry about everything.
- It's all right, Frank.

Everything's going to be all right.

Take me to lunch. We've got
something to celebrate.

Why would we leave?

The job's not finished.

£7,000 will be in the
business account by now.

I'm a signatory.

We clear it out and get
steerage to New York.

What about the government money?

If we wait, we can
get four times that.

Harry will expect me to hire a team.

A civil engineer will
see straight through me.

- It's too risky.
- You're losing your nerve.

No, I'm not losing my nerve.

You've gone soft.

I have not.

Prove it. Stay in for the long game.

Fine.

'Downright offensive', 'Incredibly
unfitting'. Ah, yes, here we are.

'These outrageous French camisoles
have no place in a woman's wardrobe

much less a high street window.

This time Harry Selfridge
has gone too far.'

Well, let's take a
look at the damage.

- Congratulations, son, you
hit it out of the park.
- Thanks, Pa.

I'm very impressed with your
initiative, Mr Gordon.

Aren't you, Mr Grove?

Yes... Yes, very.

- Don't do it again.
- No, Pa.

Well done.

Well, congratulations. I was on
the fence but I'm a believer now.

He's got my eyes. Hasn't
he got my eyes?

- You've got your mum's nose.
Although that's no blessing.
- Oi!

I've brought you a photograph of him.

There's a girl at work who
likes me. She's asked me out.

- Do you like her?
- She's a bit daft.

And she's got these teeth.

I mean, she's not you. But
I can't have you, can I?

- Billy.
- I need you to say it.

Go out with your girl.

Teeth it is, then.

See you soon.

Billy!

Doris!

Doris? Doris, can you hear me?

I want you to read your own
sentences when I come back.

A sentence each from
the next chapter.

Miss Mardle.

Josie, what is it?

What was she doing, running
across the road?

You started this, Miss Mardle.

It's up to you to finish it.

Tell me to mind my own business but
you appear to be carrying the weight
of the world on your shoulders.

I have some friends
who I'd like welcomed.

They'll be in and
out as they see fit.

Evening, gents.

After the wake, my first
thought was to see you.

You're too involved. It
could ruin everything.

- Any questions? No?
- I have one.