Mr Selfridge (2013–2016): Season 3, Episode 9 - Episode #3.9 - full transcript

Miss Mardle persuades Mr Grove not only to let Billy see his son but to hire George as head of security whilst Violette reluctantly dates Jacques and Gordon determines to tell his father he wants to marry Grace. Princess Marie is delighted when her jewels arrive from Russia, repaying Harry for his kindness. She is suspicious of Nancy and the supposed architect Gerrard, actually Nancy's brother Gus, who reacts badly when Nancy admits that she loves Harry and will go through with the marriage. After the success of Britain At Play Harry proposes a mammoth sale with prices slashed but rival store owners are appalled and organize protests. Loxley, furious to discover that Lady Mae is remarrying, calls an emergency meeting of the board to depose Harry but Harry uses his right to postpone it for a fortnight.

Are you wondering how healthy the food you are eating is? Check it -
I wanted you all to see the warehouse that I've
hired to store the extra stock for the sale.

The Britain At Play event was
the first part of a strategy.

We attracted significant attention.

Now we'll capitalize by selling
like we've never sold before.

We'll have rotating offers in
every department in the store.

I made a personal promise
to our shareholders,

and I intend to keep that promise.

We need to make a lot of
profit, quickly. Frank...

As you've seen, an intense advertising
campaign started this evening,

with robust - some might
say aggressive - wording.

How much of this do we have to sell?

All of it.

It'll be the Sale of the Century.

You're working evenings now?

I have a business meeting
with Harry later.

What's in the suitcase?

I was hoping to bunk
down on the couch.

I've run out of money for digs.

Book into lodgings for tonight - hmm?

Come on. Can't you dip into
the Selfridge Estate account?

No. We stick to the plan. We
take it all out in one lump sum,

when the rest of the money comes in.

Why's he having a business meeting
with you at this hour, anyway?

As we're not together any more, I have
to take what time he offers, don't I?

You'd better go.

I'm sorry, sir, but there's nobody by the
name of Olga Pushkin at this residence.

This arrived at the Russian Embassy with
instructions to be delivered here.

There must be some mistake!

Good evening.

Is there a problem, Fraser?

A mistaken delivery, ma'am.

From the Russian Embassy.

What on earth are you doing?


Oh, I never thought
I'd see them again.

This changes everything, Serge.

Now you can build your plane.

No. You've lived on your wits long
enough. I'm busy with Jacques.

You can still support
Jacques and create...

I'm going to sell some of these
and make your dreams come true.

All through the Terror...

...the running...

...the relying on strangers... thing kept me going.

You, Serge.

You kept me going.

Now we are in charge
of our own destiny.


Harry! I thought maybe
you weren't coming.

Nothing could keep me away.

You haven't changed your mind?

No, but if a supply merchant sees a ring like
that, it makes it even harder to haggle.

Well, you could wear it if
we made an announcement.

It might increase your buying
power, as my future wife.

Let's just keep it
to ourselves, for now.

At least until building starts.



Well, I need some time to get used
to being Harry Selfridge's wife.

The project and marriage
is a lot to take in.

You need an office. Come
to the store tomorrow.

It'll be nice to have you around.

Really? Thank you.

Let's make this work.

Hardly what you promised.

It's not like we can
openly advertise.

I am putting the word out.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

I'm not bankrolling Rome.

Good morning.

- Good morning, madam.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

And for you, madam?

That's ten shillings, madam.

An excellent idea, buying your
Christmas presents in advance.

How long do we have
to keep this up for?

Keep going. Just keep going.

- May I help you?
- Oh, yes, please.

I'll need more than that. We've sold
out of the butternut calfskin.

Customers keep moving
things. I can't keep up.

Oh, just get on with it!

Is everything all right?
Can I help in any way?

No. Everything's under
control. Thank you.

Looks pretty busy to me.

How many customers through so far?

Footfall is up five times already
on this time last week.

I want a till report from every
department by noon, Mr. Crabb.

Yes, chief.

Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

I thought I'd see you
here today, Sir Robert.

What can I do for you?

We've always employed a gentleman's code
of conduct between the retailers of London.

We'd never spring a random
sale at Swan & Edgar.

Nothing to stop you.

The tone of your adverts
is unashamedly huckstering.

"Buy now, while goods
are still in stock."

And you've severely diminished
the amount of stock

that we can lay our hands on now.

So, you would compete, if you could?

I doubt you would tell your
friends in the press that.

You are responsible for this morning's
unfavorable editorials, I take it.

Believe me - that's just the start.

I've no doubt your board
will have plenty to say

about the bad publicity.

There are groups within the City who
found the tone of your advertising

aggressive and scare-mongering.

We're in business, Sir Robert.

Tactics can be a little
rougher than we'd like.

As for my board - like yours,
they're interested in one thing.




Do you know there's an article in here
calling our sale "un-public-spirited"?

"Encouraging people to be
spendthrift." What utter rubbish!

You'd better give this to Mr. Grove.

The little fella might be missing it.

Are you missing him, George?

Well, I suppose I was playing
at happy families for a while.

What with Agnes gone.

Look, George, I'm sure Mr. Grove could
find a good position for you.

Would you like me to ask him?

I think it would be
best if I start over.

Let me ask, anyway.

Then you can decide.

Gentlemen. Please.

I take it you've seen the editorial.

Sour grapes from our
competitors. Do we care?

Not if Selfridge is focused
on profit, at last.

As long as he shifts that
warehouse of merchandise.

- What warehouse?
- Oh...

He's bulk-bought at unheard-of
levels for this sale.

But that's a huge gamble.
What if he doesn't shift it?

The man might have
a history of gambling,

but never with his own store.

Look, despite the fact that
he does not consult us,

I think it would be better
for future relations

if we showed some support.

I don't want to support something
that's going to lose me money.

Why don't I go and see Mr. Crabb?

He seems a reasonable fellow.

I'll ask to inspect
the trading figures

and see that the ship is
sailing on an even keel.

Hmm. Good idea, Loxley.


Er... George found it this morning.

It's Ernest's, of course.

Yes... Thank you.

Oh, I was hoping to speak
to you about George.

He's looking for employment,

and I thought, maybe,
with the sale...

Well... let me come back to
you. I'll see what we have.

Thank you.

I can't do the roof struts for
less than 30 shillings apiece.

It was 25 on your estimate last week.

Well, with all the rebuilding going on,
the price of timber goes up every day.

You've got to toughen up
to play in this world.

Does a gentleman's agreement
not count for anything now?

We've already paid for the timber.
You gave Miss Webb her price.

Mr. Selfridge, sir. I didn't
know the lady was with you.

- Well, what difference does it make?
- Prices aren't the same for everyone.

Well, in my store they are.

Seeing as it's you, I'll hold
the price I gave the lady.

You'll drop to 20 shillings.

We can put a lot of business
your way, or none at all.

- Yeah, all right.
- Sign the check, Miss Webb.

- Thank you for that.
- You're welcome.

I didn't like him taking
advantage of you.

- I thought you were going to hit him.
- And you'd like that!

No, I would not like that!

Stop the sale now!


Stay close to me. Excuse me.

- Should we call the police?
- No. Just take the posters down.

Do you want me to pull
back on the advertising?

No. We forge ahead. Mr. Grove,
hire a new Head of Security.

- Morning, Mr. Selfridge.
- I think I know just the person.

- Are you OK?
- I'm fine. What are you going to do?

Well, I'll tell you what I'm NOT going to do
- back down. They take me on at their peril.

Right, Connie. We need 60 pairs
of stockings and 75 camisoles.

Tell the porter to bring
every box up to Fashion.

We'll have this lot sold
by the end of the day.

- Well, what'll we do then?
- Oh, you needn't worry.

There's a warehouse
full of replacements.

Miss Mardle...

Might I... have a word?

Yes, of course.

Tell the porter, Connie. Then
you can take your tea break.

Oh, thank you, Miss Mardle.

George Towler.

He's perfect for the position
of Head of Security.


I mean, he knows the store.

He has military experience.

Good, honest man.

Would you ask him to come and see
me first thing in the morning?

- Yes, I'd be happy to.
- Thank you.


- Thank you, Miss Mardle.
- My pleasure, Mr. Grove.

"Colleano's Club invites you to
join its exclusive membership."

This batch is ready for posting.

Mr. Barratt. Lord Sheridge.

Jonathan Campbell. You
know a lot of rich people.

Years of running the Palm Court.

Regan will be pleased.

There's only one thing
that will please Regan -

turning that lot into money.

I have independent means now, Harry.

The Wiasemsky family jewels
have arrived out of Russia.

I'm delighted for
you, Princess Marie.

I will repay every single
penny of my debt to you.

We can have a completely
fresh beginning.

- Marie...
- Before Serge married Rosalie...

...both our families had seen some...

very dark times.

Now there is a baby to look forward
to. New hope for the future.

- Marie...
- I wanted to thank you for your kindness.

I need not prevail upon
it any longer. There.

You're not moving out. I
won't let you repay a thing.

It's not about the money.

You're part of the family now.

You belong with us.

And it means a lot to
me that you offered.

It means a lot to
me that you refused.

Rosalie, as a new mother, will
be glad of your support.

Miss Webb is inexperienced
in this line of things.

Ah. Miss Webb.

Perhaps part of this
brighter future. No?

We were going to wait for the right moment to
tell the family, so this is for your ears only.

- Mmm.
- We're secretly engaged.

- No?
- Yeah.

Oh, congratulations! Wonderful news.

So she'll be taking up a lot of
my time, and the Selfridge Estate.

She has an office here now.
Why not pop in and say hello?

I would love to.

Very impressive.

I could nearly believe in you myself.

Well, the house plans are real.
We paid good money for them.

That doesn't mean they're
going to get built.

What do you want?

The money you gave me
only covered lodgings.

Well, I don't have
anything on me but...

I do need you to deliver these estimates
to Mr. King at the Estate office.

He keeps on asking for architect's instructions.
I'm trying to stay out of his way.

He's waiting on these estimates.

Please, Gus.

You're enjoying this side of things
a bit too much for my liking.

Is there a fire?

Oh, that was Mr. Gerrard,
the architect.

These creative souls can
be a bit of a handful.

Harry told me your exciting news.


I'm so happy for you both.

Er... it's supposed to be a secret.

Oh, don't worry. Your secret
is safe with me. I love secrets.

I would like very much
for us to be friends.

I feel you and I got off
on erm... wrong foot.

I hadn't noticed.

And you can never have
too many friends.

That's exactly what I always think.

- I'll have these typed up today.
- Thank you, Miss Plunkett.

Oh, and...

You - out. I need to
speak to Mr. Crabb.

Lord Loxley...

The board is very worried
about this sale.

No-one came to us. Mr. Selfridge
knows what he's doing.

We demand to see the trading
figures every day.

Out of the question. Figures
need to be analyzed, put in -

What are you doing here?

The board is concerned about
a warehouse full of stock,

bad press, protesters...
Is everything under control?

- Loxley...
- Spiraling expenditure.

How much did that Britain
At Play extravaganza cost?

I don't expect you to
understand our strategy...

More full pages of
advertisements this evening.

Strategy, or a complete
and utter waste of money?

- Get out. - I want answers.
- I don't care what you want.

Reduced prices and increased advertising...

Mr. Crabb, tell Mr. Edwards
to double the advertising.

And we're offering an additional
ten per cent off everything.

This is my store. I'll run
it my way. Now, get out.

Grace, please wait.

Don't do this. It's hard for
us both, but it's for the best.

Why are you being like this?

Look, I'm a shop girl;
you're the boss's son.

We're from different worlds.

I let myself down in
front of Mr. Crabb.

It might not mean a lot to you, but
it certainly means a lot to me.

More than I mean to you?

See? You don't have to worry
about things like that.

It's all mapped out for you.

I have to make my own way.

- Grace...
- Look, just leave me alone, Gordon.

You know in your heart your
father will never approve.

I don't know that.
How would I know that?

You didn't tell him
about us, did you?

Hold on tight, please!


- I know. I know, Mr. Crabb.
- Know what?

You're going to say I should
not have let Loxley get to me.

That my orders about advertising and the discount
could come back to bite me in the... behind.

I was going to say: let's
stick it to them.

- Are we celebrating?
- Yes.

Well, your new job, if you want it.

Mr. Grove's offering
you Head of Security.


It's difficult to turn that down.

Well, going back was the
right decision for me.

It felt like I was
returning to family.

With all the arguments that
come with family, too.

Things must be better between
you and Mr. Grove.

Well, they're getting better, George.

Yes. They're getting better.

Quiet, children, please.

Please - can I just see him?

Get away from my door. You
know you're not welcome here.

Miss Mardle allowed me to see
Ernest. Please. I am his father.

As far as Ernest is
concerned, I'm his father.

Miss Mardle should not be encouraging
you to make contact with him.

Things are looking up.

That looks like a heavy loss to me.

They'll win hard, but they'll
lose even harder.

You've got board directors
over there. Bankers.

These are quality punters.
You'll get your money.

You'd better get some rich
losers in here, and fast.

I'm running out of patience.

You've got a week to
turn this place around.


How's the new office working out?

I like being here.

I like knowing that, if I want to see
you, all I do is step out that door.

We make a heck of a team.

We'll do good things
together, Nancy Webb.

You've given my life back to me.

You've changed my life... completely.


- You wanted to see me?
- That man came to my house last night.

To my house!

What does he think
is going to happen?

That I'm going to raise his
son to call him "father"?

Oh, he just wants to see him.

Well, that is never going to
happen. You can tell him so.

- Roger...
- This is the result of your meddling.

I cannot believe you let that
man see Ernest at your house.

Why do you always see everything
in black and white?

Right or wrong?

In this instance, I'm in the right.

Oh, in every instance.

Well, let me tell you something.

You're a hypocrite.

Oh, yes, Doris let you down.

But have you really forgotten that we had
an affair behind your first wife's back?

How could I possibly forget?

You're a constant shadow to me,
following me from place to place.

You interfere in my work
and now in my private life.

How could you possibly know
my feelings for Ernest,

when you have no children
of your own?

- Josie...
- Yes, it's true. I'm not a mother.

But I am a human being.

There was a time when I
thought you were one, too.

- Leave me alone.
- With pleasure, Mr. Grove.

With absolute pleasure.

Good morning.

25 English pounds.
Good day to you, sir.

- Mr. Paignton, you've forgotten your receipt.
- Throw it in the bin.

- Am I disturbing you?
- Not at all. Come in.

For you.


An Austrian crystal paperweight.

From that gorgeous shop
in the Burlington Arcade.

My engagement present.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Oh, while I was there...

...the most confusing thing happened.

I saw a man who looked exactly
like your architect friend,

coming out of the jeweller's.

He had the same unfortunate,
abrupt manner.

But they called him Mr. Paignton.

Well, no wonder you're confused.
Our architect's Mr. Gerrard.

Well, that's what I remembered.

Well, it's a simple mistake to make.

And surely, he corrected
you when you addressed him?

Oh, I didn't. Like I
said, I was confused.

Serve me right for not wearing
my spectacles in public.

Oh, you will consult me when it comes
to making those wedding plans?

I'm quite the expert, darling.

I will. Thank you for this.

Oh... where's Nancy?

She was here just a moment ago.

I er... I brought her
this engagement gift.

And I think I dropped my glove.

Oh, here it is.

Thank you, darling.

Ground, please.


Are you here?


I'm so glad you agreed
to come out with me.

Why have you brought me here?

I think you know why.

Past history is best faced
before you move on.

Who says I want to move on?

I do.

Good evening, Violette.
Good to see you.

Good to see you too, Victor.

Are you not going to introduce us?

Oh. Jacques de Sibour
- Victor Colleano.

- Enchante.
- Pleasure to meet you.

Enjoy your evening here. Please.

- So, how have you been?
- Well.

The place looks great. Very refined.

Thank you. Please - enjoy.

Thank you.

Can we please leave?

We've only just arrived. Have a seat.

I feel very uncomfortable.

Your former intimacy with Monsieur
Colleano doesn't bother me.

It might bother any other man,
but I'm a man of the world.

We are a good match.

That sounds so cold.

Shouldn't love figure
in the equation?

Well, you've had love.
Where has it got you?

Night, Pa.

Your evening didn't
go well with Jacques?

Depends on what you mean by "well".

I think he wants to marry me.

How do you feel about that?

He's probably the right
kind of man for me.

I can be a handful.

Not too many could cope.

Well, if the best he can do is
"cope", he's not the right man.

You're my smart, funny,
gorgeous little handful.

Whoever you decide to step out with,

let it be on your terms.

- Loxley.
- I didn't mean to cause alarm.

Did you speak to Crabb, ask
him for trading figures?

I did.

He refused. Said Selfridge
knows what he's doing.

- Did you believe him?
- Frankly, I don't think

Crabb believes his own words.

Did you tell him all our concerns?

Not to mention the astronomical
cost of this advertising campaign.

Selfridge burst in while
I was with Mr. Crabb.

He was incandescent when I said
we wanted to offer our support.

That it would help if we
could see trading figures.

Sounds like the man
has something to hide.

I'm not sure how to
tell you this, but...


When I pressed him
on advertising costs,

he told Mr. Crabb to
double advertising

and ordered an extra discount of ten
per cent across the entire store.

Mr. Crabb did not look happy.

Damn sure he didn't. Nothing for it but
to convene an emergency board meeting.

I'll get in touch with
the other board members.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Selfridge has to be called to account,
before he costs us money

and our credibility in the City.

You did your best, Loxley.

It's time his board takes him on now.

All the reds are on offer, madam.

We have pomegranate, ruby...

- Magenta surprise - that's the one for you.
- Thank you.

We don't have time
for our usual patter.

Close the sale quickly.

Go and have your tea break.
I know we're all tired.

- Oh, I'll carry on.
- This is England.

No-one carries on without tea.

Gentlemen - Mr. George Towler,
our new Head of Security.

- Welcome back, George.
- Mr. Towler.

Quite a coup you pulled
off, Mr. Grove.

Miss Mardle said it was like coming back
to family. It does feel like that.

Don't you dare leave home again.

- Where's the ring?
- You mean the ring

you got from the man
you stopped seeing?

- Just tell me.
- I sold it.

Stupid. Oh, stupid.

How am I going to explain
that to Harry?

What do I care?

I want to know why you lied to me.

You said you'd broken it off, and then you
go behind my back and agree to marry him.

Were you trying to cut me out?

I wasn't trying to cut you out.

Then why did you say
yes, you'd marry him?

Because I meant it!

I love him, Gus.

All the scams we've pulled.
Broken every rule.

But the one rule you never break - you
don't fall in love with the target.

I love him.

I was just waiting for the
right moment to tell you.

You really think you can
be Mrs. Harry Selfridge?

This could be a new life for us. Hmm?

And I'd look out for
you. Course I would.

No more running. No more lying.

We could have a proper life.

And how could I pull
off being an architect?

"Mr. Gerrard goes to America."

You can go, just like
you've always wanted.

That's why I haven't taken any
money from the Selfridge account -

because, as long as that's all still
there, we haven't done anything wrong.

Officially, we're clean.

You've really thought this
through, haven't you?

I want to stay clean.

I'm going to build those houses.

And I'm going to be
Mrs. Harry Selfridge.

Bye, Lucy! See you tomorrow.

- Miss Mardle?
- Yes?

I'm checking every department, to see
where security needs to be increased.

- I'll need to see you in the morning.
- Of course.

- Miss Hawkins.
- George.

- Mr. Towler.
- Oh, sorry...

It's lovely to have you back, George.

- I made the right decision.
- My little sister's delighted to see you, too.

Maybe... you should think
about asking her out.

And maybe... you should stop
trying to organize my love life.

I can manage that myself. Ta.

Sorry to disturb you, chief. Mr. Barratt's
summoning a board meeting this evening.

They're demanding to see figures.

We're nowhere near ready to
present. Loxley's behind this.

You don't seem surprised, chief.

They don't mean to see figures.

I think they mean to oust me.

What are we going to do?

- Convene the meeting.
- Are you sure?

I know how this company works,
inside and out. Loxley doesn't.

I intend to stay one
step ahead of them.

When you own this chair, Gordon, you
have to fight tooth-and-nail to keep it.

You have to fight for
everything you hold dear.


I'm here to see Miss Calthorpe,
please, Miss Pertree.

It's not what you're
used to, Mr. Gordon.

You won't talk to me anywhere
else, so... I had no choice.

Erm... we're not usually so untidy.

Is there somewhere more...
more private we could talk?

I'll go.

You were right.

I've... I've been a coward.

- Oh, Gordon, please...
- I'm here to fight for you, Grace.

I want the whole world to
know... how much I love you.

- Oh, Gordon...
- Just tell me you love me too,

and I'll go on fighting.

Of course I love you.

But I can only be with you if
you tell your father about us.

I should have told him
about us straightaway.

I will, Grace. I will.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Grove?

You... You may visit Ernest
every second Sunday afternoon.

We'll say you're a friend of the family.
Obviously, I'll make myself scarce.

Thank you.

What made you change your mind?

Not everything's black and white.

Sometimes you have to change
in order to move on.

Thank you, Mr. Grove.

- You didn't say goodbye last night.
Is everything all right? - Harry...

I don't know how to tell you.

- I've lost the ring.
- Oh, Nancy...

I've looked everywhere. It must
have fallen off my finger.

- Darling, it's just a ring.
- No, it's not,

because it's the ring that
you got me. I feel awful.

We'll get you another one. I'll take
you to dinner. Tell me what you like.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Gentlemen.
- Loxley.

Ready for the board
meeting, Mr. Crabb?

All set.

Is Mr. Selfridge deigning
to join us any time soon?

The Chairman of Selfridge's
wishes to invoke his right

to a two-week postponement,

according to Clause 18, Part 2,
in the Articles of Association.

Thank you and good
evening, gentlemen.

This is outrageous!

The man is out of control.

It is precisely this kind
of erratic behavior

that has so troubled
Mr. Barratt and Mr. Lowe.

I'm afraid to say I now fully
subscribe to their concerns.

You have convinced me, gentlemen...

Selfridge has to go.