LINNEY: Jeremy Piven is back.

How does it feel to run the biggest attraction in town?

SELFRIDGE: A store is nothing without its staff, like a home is nothing without its family.

These are uncertain times.

Who knows what the next five years hold?

LADY MAE: Let's get on with it, shall we?

Dazzle me.

HENRI: You're an impossible man.

LINNEY: Mr. Selfridge... Look where it got me.

(chuckling) LINNEY: The new season Captioning sponsored by VIEWERS LIKE YOU ♫♫ (customers chatting) Not long now, Miss Hawkins, you will be needed upstairs.

This one goes here, that one there.

No, no, no, over there, please.

I'm just on my way.

Jolly good.

Mr. Selfridge, this is a proud day.

It's five years to the day since the store first opened its doors.

How does it feel to run the biggest attraction in town?

We're not the biggest attraction in town.

We're the third biggest.

Behind Buckingham Palace and the Tower of London.

(laughs) Over.

Chin up.

Up!

SELFRIDGE: A store is nothing without its staff, like a home is nothing without its family.

But your family aren't here to celebrate with you.

How do you feel about that, Mr. Selfridge?

My daughters are finishing their education back in the States, and my wife and mother need to be with them.

I don't have any more time, I'm so sorry.

I have a very busy day.

I'm sure you understand.

Of course.

REPORTERS: Mr. Selfridge!

What are you doing for your fifth anniversary?

(reporters shouting) Mr. Selfridge, on this special occasion how do you feel?

Mr. Selfridge, can we get a comment?

He's here!

He's early.

Look to it, everyone.

Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Good morning, Mr. Grove.

Uh... Have you seen the banner, Mr. Selfridge?

It looks great.

I wanted your approval on the house perfume display, Mr. Selfridge.

Beautifully arranged, Miss Hawkins.

And, um.... Good morning, Miss Mardle.

Congratulations on five wonderful years, Mr. Selfridge.

We're all so very proud to be part of it.

Proud of you, Miss Mardle.

Telegram for you.

Thank you.

Franco, come on.

Help Mr. Towler.

Yes, Victor.

How many times, Franco?

Not "Victor," not in here.

Thanks, boys.

Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Palm Court, fourth floor.

Now, your 12:45 looks particularly interesting.

The publicity surrounding the anniversary has been splendid.

Not bad considering five years ago they all said we'd flop.

Miss Plunkett?

Yes, Mr. Selfridge?

Why are we going to the Palm Court?

CRABB: That's it, that's it... Come on, come on, ladies.

Oh no!

Go back, go back!

Mr. Selfridge.

Mr. Crabb.

Miss Plunkett tells me you need to speak to me?

Oh, it's not me that needs to speak to you, Mr. Selfridge.

It's Mr. Thackeray.

Indeed.

Good morning, Mr. Selfridge, and what a marvelous morning it is.

Well, what is it?

The mannequins.

Shoddy work, you see.

I want to buy in a whole new batch.

When I worked with Paul Poiret, we had an exquisite mannequin maker.

Russian.

Rumored to be the former mistress of the Tsar.

SELFRIDGE: If we need them, let's buy them.

Now I must move on.

CRABB: Mr. Colleano needs two minutes of your time.

Doesn't anyone understand I have a very busy day ahead of me?

Oh!

(staff shushing each other) (applause) Mr. Selfridge, on behalf of all the staff, I congratulate you on this fifth anniversary of our store.

I think we would all agree that we couldn't have wished for a finer leader.

It has been an inspiration to serve under you.

And in token of our gratitude and our affection, we would like you to accept this.

For once, I find myself without words to thank you for this great honor.

But I thank you all.

These last five years, you have shared my vision and we've worked together to make Selfridge's into a truly great house of business.

Who knows what the next five years hold?

These are uncertain times.

So it's more important than ever to pull together and look to the loyalty and love of those around us.

I thank you for this.

I thank you.

And for everything!

(applause) My goodness!

Miss Towler!

Hello, Mr. Grove.

How well you look.

Paris must have agreed with you.

How are you?

Very well, thank you.

And Miss Mardle?

Is she...

Isn't she here?

No.

No, she doesn't appear to be.

Please excuse me.

Is she the one you let go?

No.

She's the one who left.

AGNES: How about you, are you well?

I'm Head of Cosmetics now.

Mr. Selfridge has created a whole new department for me.

Gosh, congratulations.

Well, let's hope he hasn't forgotten you.

Two years is a long time.

I'm to be the Head of Displays across all the departments.

Oh!

If you'll excuse me.

Aggie?

Is it really you?

It's really me!

(knock at door) Ah, Pimble, have Hooper bring the car round.

I'm going out.

If you please, my lady...

Yes?

Lord Loxley's downstairs.

What?

He's brought luggage, my lady.

(sighs) Loxley!

You should have said you were coming.

I'd have had your bedroom aired if I'd known.

I have business in London.

Times are changing.

New opportunities are opening up.

Where are you going?

Selfridge's.

I've just had a bill from that place, along with every other shop in London.

One has to keep up appearances.

Damn appearances.

I'm coming with you.

I want to meet this Selfridge chap.

Pimble, have someone take up my bags.

I need to get out of these traveling clothes.

It was sculpted by Sir Thomas Brock.

Every member of staff contributed.

It's a wonderful surprise.

Not the only surprise of the day.

Hello.

Rose?

I had no idea!

Do you think I'd miss a day like this?

Miss Plunkett, clear my diary for this morning.

I'm going to catch up with my wife.

When did you arrive?

(birds flapping wings) (coughing) Henri... (sighs) The girls send their love, and so does Mother.

They'll be here mid-August as usual.

It means the world to me that you came back early.

It's so good to see you, Rose.

Yeah, it's good to see you too, Harry.

Can't you stay a little longer?

Ma could take the girls back to the States.

Congratulations on the store's anniversary, Mr. Selfridge!

Thank you so much.

Mrs. Selfridge.

Thank you.

Enjoy your day.

All this going backwards and forwards, it's unbearable.

Do we have to talk about this the moment that I get here?

It's just I never get to see you, honey.

Please?

Harry, I am very happy to come and be Mrs. Selfridge for you, perform all public duties required, but you... Might I just say bravo, Mr. Selfridge, on five wonderful years.

Thank you so much.

You know what we agreed on, and it will remain so.

It's for the best.

It's not for the best.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Selfridge.

Delphine!

It's so lovely to see you.

I hope you don't mind my interrupting you, darling.

No, not at all.

I was just walking down Oxford Street and I was curious to see the store.

Harry, this is a woman you simply have to meet.

My dear friend Delphine Day.

We met on the boat coming over.

And now we're inseparable!

I've heard so much about you, I feel as if I already know you.

And I've heard of you.

Don't you run that club Delphine's?

You make it sound very wicked.

Well, it does have a certain reputation.

I should jolly wellhope so.

It gets people through my doors.

Harry, Delphine has written the most marvelous book.

Oh, my publisher's just confirmed it.

It's being released at the end of the week.

Really?

Why don't we launch it here, do a book reading?

What do you think, Harry?

It would be good for the store and it would help my friend Delphine.

Would you like it, Rose?

I'll arrange it.

I would.

I'd like it very much.

So Miss Day, what's the book about?

It's about me!

It's an autobiography: The Summer House.

You should try writing one.

They're rather fun.

Of course it helps if you've lived a little, but then I hear you've lived rather a lot, Mr. Selfridge.

Now, do you mind if I steal your wife away?

Oh... Shopping on your own is no fun.

Well, we've only just sat down, so... What do you want to buy?

Well, I need a new hat.

The hats are wonderful here.

It's lovely to meet you, Harry.

I'll see you later at the house.

(laughing) DELPHINE: Your husband's divine.

He was sweet about the reading.

Wasn't he?

I wish I had a man like that in my pocket.

He's hardly in my pocket, believe me.

WOMAN: No, you don't understand.

I want that pattern, but made up in the blue chiffon and delivered by the end of the day.

Can you do it or not?

You'd better say yes if you know what's good for you!

That should be possible, Miss Spender.

Charged to Mr. Selfridge's account as usual?

SPENDER: As usual.

Make sure it's delivered by 6:00.

You see?

Nothing changes.

Good morning, Lady Loxley!

The Yardley facial cream you requested has come in.

Shall I box it up for you?

We're not taking it.

Good morning, Lady Loxley.

The new Lucille handbags are in.

She's designed each one differently so that no lady will have the same one.

Oh!

Well, I'm not shopping today, but thank you.

Seems you're well known here, Mae.

I lead fashion.

What do you expect?

Lady Mae!

Lovely to see you.

Oh!

We were just coming to visit you.

I presume you're here for the anniversary lunch.

Something else she has to pay for?

Excuse me?

May I introduce my husband, Lord Loxley.

What a pleasure to meet you, Lord Loxley.

So.

This is Selfridge's.

Thought I'd come and see where my wife spends all her time.

And money.

Why don't you both join us for lunch?

I'm here for business, not pleasure.

You better know I'm closing her account here.

With immediate effect.

(flustered sigh) Can't we discuss this in Mr. Selfridge's office?

There's nothing to discuss.

The man heard me.

As you wish, sir.

I'll have Mr. Crabb send you a note with the outstanding sum.

You won't get another penny from me, Selfridge.

Is that clear?

Come along, Mae.

I said, come on.

Don't talk to her like that.

I'm her husband.

I'll speak to her any way I please.

No gentleman treats a lady like that in my store.

Are you suggesting I'm not a gentleman?

Enough, enough.

Come.

(door closes) Well, that little scene may have amused you, but it was foolish.

Mr. Selfridge is a friend of mine.

A lover?

Don't be ridiculous.

Don't push me, Mae.

Tidying up?

I've been using outside display artists, so no one's been in here.

Let's have a proper look at you.

Voilà!

Very Parisian.

You were so kind to send me to Paris, Mr. Selfridge.

I just hope that you're going to think it was all worth it.

Oh, I know I will.

I've seen your portfolio.

It's good.

Well, I'm glad to be back.

What you said about success meaning nothing without loyalty and love...

I know what you mean.

I missed my brother and everyone here.

And in Paris, there's, um... there's an awful lot of talk of war.

It's very troubling, isn't it?

I just wanted to be home.

Does the store feel like home to you?

Completely.

Then I've done something right in the past five years.

So.

Head of Display.

Are you ready for the challenge?

I can't wait to get started, Mr. Selfridge.

I'm organizing this reading because Delphine Day is a friend of my wife.

The Delphine Day?

The one who's in all the magazines?

Her reputation's crossed the Channel?

Men all over Europe will be shivering in their shoes.

You sure have grown up, haven't you?

Miss Ravillious left us last year to travel abroad, so we have a new Fashion buyer.

Mr. Thackeray, I'd like you to meet our new Head of Display, Agnes Towler.

Goodness me, the senior staff get younger every day.

Well, Miss Towler just finished a two-year secondment at Galeries Lafayette.

Ah.

Might I ask where you trained previously, Miss Towler?

Oh, just here, under Henri Leclair.

I meant which art college did you attend?

Oh, I didn't attend college.

I learned on the job.

Oh.

How refreshing.

Well, I'll let you two get on with it.

Get on with what, Mr. Selfridge?

Book reading, here, Delphine Day.

Here?

In Fashion?

What about the Book Department?

Well, she's such a stylish woman, it felt only right to do it here.

We'll dress her in our clothes.

Give the reading a proper design motif.

Yes.

And you'll oversee the design.

Help her on the Fashion side.

I must get going.

Mr. Selfridge, what's the book called?

The Summer House.

Sounds exciting.

This sort of thing wouldn't have happened at Harrod's.

I always created my own departmental displays.

Well, Mr. Selfridge likes for the Heads of Departments to collaborate, so... Well, I'll come up with a design idea by the end of the day, and then we can talk.

There's nothing to talk about.

If that's how you like to work.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Thackeray.

FRANCO: They're about to serve the first course.

We need the white wine.

Excuse me, sorry... Is Victor Colleano about?

He's overseeing the lunch.

You're Agnes Towler, aren't you?

I'm Victor's cousin, Franco.

Franco!

Victor talked about you all the time.

I saw those postcards you sent him from Paris.

Oh, um...

I wasn't sure he got them.

He's Manager of the Palm Court now.

Sounds like he's got an awful lot on his plate.

Tell you what.

We're having a party tonight.

Uncle Gio's birthday.

Come along.

The old man would love to see you.

That's very kind.

And I'm sure Victor would too.

Come on, more the merrier!

I'll think about it.

Mr. Edwards.

Ah!

We haven't seen you in a long while.

I haven't been here in a long while.

Everything's changed.

This is a whole new counter.

Beauty products are developing faster than any other.

They're the future.

Some women need them, others don't.

Wish me luck.

I'm in to see Mr. S. on his big day.

Better smarten you up, then.

Yes.

May I have a moment, Mr. Grove?

Uh...

Yes, of course, do come in.

I was surprised not to see you at the presentation this morning.

Is anything wrong?

I'm going to have to take some time off.

I thought you should be the first to know, as Chief of Staff.

I'm sorry.

Do sit down.

Oh, gosh... Are you quite well?

Oh, you know, family life, three children under the age of five, a full night's sleep a distant memory.

May I know the reason for your requested leave?

My brother is dying in Geneva.

I need to be with him.

I'm so sorry.

I know you were very fond of him.

I shall talk to the Chief, but I'm sure it won't be a problem.

You should make arrangements to leave as soon as you need to.

Thank you, Mr. Grove.

Another journalist to see you, Mr. Selfridge.

From the News Chronicle.

I've done enough interviews for the day.

Tell the man no.

Harry?

Frank!

Frank Edwards!

Thank you, Miss Plunkett.

My paymasters insisted, as I did the very first interview five years ago.

But look, if it's a problem...

The play and all that.

No, no, no.

I set myself up for that one.

I was fair game.

But I'm not going to give you the opportunity like that again.

The soul of discretion, eh?

Something like that.

It's good to see you.

Good to see you too.

So I heard you went to America to write a novel.

I wrote it and nobody read it, so now I'm back here, freelancing for the broadsheets.

Mmm.

Well, let's talk.

You've got five minutes.

What's the matter, George?

I can't get used to you, that's all.

You look like a proper lady.

George, I'm still the same old Agnes.

So you're coming to this party, then?

Franco said he'd asked you.

I don't know.

I haven't seen Victor and his family in so long.

He's more your friend than mine these days.

Don't be silly, Agnes.

He'd love to see you.

Come on.

All right, then.

Just for a bit.

ROSE: Gordon!

Here you are!

Steady on.

Good to see you, son.

Hello.

What do they feed you at that school?

Every time I see you, you've grown inches!

Next time, he'll be taller than you, Harry.

There won't be a next time, I hope.

I'm not going back next term.

Oh, Gordon...

I've had enough.

I'm not the academic type.

But you would be if you tried.

GORDON: I want to start work at the store.

No, no, absolutely not.

Hear him out, Rose.

He's got a point.

The store's going to be his one day, and he might as well start working sooner than later.

Harry, he's too young.

He's 15, Rose.

I was bookkeeping by the time I was his age.

But he's not you, Harry.

He has to find his own way.

That's what I'm trying to do.

(sighs) Rose, look, he doesn't want to go back to school.

I'm not going to waste time and money on this.

You've already talked about this, haven't you?

You weren't here... Haven't you?

And you've agreed to it.

You weren't here, and he feels very strongly about this.

Well, so do I.

It's a bad decision.

(sighs) George, my boy, you came!

And you brought a beautiful girl with you.

It's Agnes, Uncle Gio.

Agnes Towler.

Agnes?

(laughing) I didn't recognize you!

How are you?

Me?

I'm dying.

Any day now, I will be gone.

You want to stop saying that, Uncle Gio, it might come true.

Let's go and join the party.

(lively Italian music playing) GIO: Things have changed since you left.

But he picked himself up.

He's a good boy.

He works hard, he and Gabriella.

They run the restaurant for me.

He isn't afraid of good, hard work.

Gabriella?

GIO: She is the daughter of my oldest friend.

She has come to live with us.

She is good for Victor.

Don't they make a lovely couple?

It's good to see you, Uncle Gio.

Happy birthday.

Grazia.

Come on, come and join us, have some food.

You okay, Agnes?

Um...

I think I'm going to slip away, George.

But we've only just got here!

Oh, I've just got a busy day tomorrow.

Mr. Selfridge is counting on me.

You stay, though.

Enjoy yourself.

You sure?

Yeah.

Agnes?

Leaving already?

Hello, Victor.

Yes, I was just a bit tired, that's all.

So how was Paris?

Wonderful.

I learned a lot.

And now you've got what you always wanted.

Head of Display.

I couldn't have turned Paris down, Victor.

No, of course you couldn't.

It was the right decision to go.

But it was a hard decision.

Don't think that it wasn't.

I'm not criticizing you.

You got what you wanted.

Head of Palm Court.

I know that.

Things have worked out for the best.

I couldn't be happier.

Nor could I.

Good night.

Night.

DRIVER: First day at work, Master Selfridge?

That's it.

DRIVER: Is he a chip off the old block, sir?

SELFRIDGE: That remains to be seen.

Will I have a desk in your office?

No, you won't have a desk at all.

You'll be starting in the loading bay.

The loading bay?

Yes.

It'll give you a chance to see all the departments.

Morning, George.

Morning, Mr. Selfridge.

This is Mr. Towler, our Internal Distribution Manager.

He'll show you the ropes.

Give him that overall, George.

I'll leave him in your hands.

You won't be needing that, Master Selfridge.

(chuckling) Best pop this on you.

Don't want to ruin that lovely suit, now do we?

Come on.

Right, first things first: I'll take you to meet everyone.

May I ask how long you intend to stay in town?

Quite a while.

Couldn't you be a little more precise?

No.

I'm going out now.

Where to?

House of Lords.

You haven't been there for years.

Trouble's brewing.

All this talk of war.

Time I did my bit.

(door opens and closes) Hello?

(gasps) (faint piano playing) Rose!

So this is Delphine's.

It's all so wonderfully decadent.

That's entirely the point.

Oh, look at this.

Is it what you expected?

I didn't know what to expect.

Come through to my office and we'll have a drink.

I was just making one when you arrived.

It's a bit early.

That depends on where you imagine yourself to be.

The sun is over the yardarm in Singapore, so let's have a Singapore Sling!

Beneath all that charm there is a shrewd businesswoman, I suspect.

(laughing): Well, don't tell anyone.

If it gets out, I am finished.

So how did you start this place?

It was after husband number three.

The Spanish Count?

Darling, that was husband number two.

I'm sorry, I do get mixed up.

No, husband number three was the thoroughly respectable financier who suddenly dropped down dead, leaving me nothing.

How extremely inconvenient of him.

Except for the lease on this property.

You know, I used to run a business enterprise in Chicago before I married Harry.

Really?

We built villas and we sold them to artists' families.

At a low price, knowing you.

Well, that was kind of the point, but gosh, it was fun.

And do you have fun now?

Mmm... Maybe not enough.

Let's drink to more fun, then.

Let's.

(laughs) How the bloody hell are we going to get that upstairs?

Shanks' pony.

Come on, boys.

Step to it.

What is that?

I don't know, sir, but we received instructions to put it up.

What instructions?

They haven't come from me.

Miss Towler.

Some monstrosity has been erected in my fashion department.

It has your name to it, but I presume it's a mistake.

Oh, it's arrived!

Wonderful!

Mae!

How lovely to see you.

I don't want to disturb.

You're not disturbing at all.

Tell me, how are the girls?

Enjoying a very busy social life in Chicago.

Marvelous.

I long to see them when they come back.

Did Harry tell you about yesterday?

Yesterday?

No, I don't think so.

Why?

What happened?

Oh no, nothing of any account.

A silly misunderstanding.

Well, he did say Lord Loxley was back in town.

Was that a surprise?

Actually, yes.

It must be difficult readjusting.

My marriage is an exercise in management, which is acceptable because I don't love my husband.

It must be so much more complicated if you do.

Miss Towler's put the cat amongst the pigeons.

She must have agreed to with Mr. Selfridge.

Does anyone know what it is?

I promise you, once the screens are down and it's properly dressed, it will look wonderful.

THACKERAY: I don't care if it looks like the Taj Mahal.

You did this without consulting me.

You made it quite clear that you didn't want to get involved, so...

The reading is tomorrow and I don't have time to consult everyone.

SELFRIDGE: Come to the reading with us, Mae.

That's kind, but listening to Delphine Day drone on about her lovers isn't my idea of a jolly morning.

I disapprove of this fad for indiscretion.

Miss Day is a new friend of Rose's.

Oh.

(laughs) We met on the boat coming over.

She's a lot of fun.

Mmm.

Well, all I can say is be careful.

Well, I'm enjoying her company.

I don't see anything wrong with that.

I'm sure you two have something you need to talk about so if you'll excuse me, Lady Mae.

Oh dear.

Now I've put my foot in it.

It's not you, it's me.

We had an argument about Gordon and I don't think she's forgiven me.

Ah.

Harry, I wanted to apologize for Loxley's behavior.

He isn't quite so unreasonable, usually.

Please, don't worry.

I was just more concerned about you.

Oh, I can look after myself.

But thank you anyway.

If you need my help, you know where I am.

Thank you.

(groaning) (glass shattering) (exasperated sigh) Are you all right?

Do you want a hand?

No!

I can do it.

Suit yourself.

The clothes for Miss Day.

Thank you.

They're, uh...

They're perfect.

WOMAN: It says here she's had affairs with hundreds of men.

No!

Foreigners, lots of them.

Let's have a look.

Miss Calthorpe, back to your station.

(reporters shouting) Miss Day, what are you hoping to achieve with your new book?

I want people to enjoy it.

That's the important thing.

(camera flashes snapping) Good morning, Miss Day.

Good morning.

Are you looking for something particular?

No, I'm just browsing.

Can I suggest you try this new scent?

It's Guerlain, "L'Heure Bleu."

I'd love that.

If you'll allow me...

I love it.

(laughs) What's in it?

It's a floral bouquet: bergamot, aniseed and a velvety base of vanilla and Tonka bean.

I'll get it boxed up for you.

We missed yesterday's late edition, Chief, because we had so little notice.

I hope people are going to come.

We'll see.

(crowd talking excitedly) Where did they all come from?

Gentlemen.

Mr. Selfridge.

Miss Towler, you've done a terrific job.

It looks wonderful.

I couldn't be more proud of you.

It's completely overdone.

The girl has no idea what she's doing.

No, you're wrong.

It's brilliant.

Thank you again.

Thank you, Mr. Selfridge Well done.

You put on a grand show.

Thank you, Victor.

SELFRIDGE: Ladies, shall we get started?

Good luck.

(clearing throat) "I heard the door to the summer house slam.

"I lay exhausted on the tiger rug.

"He'd had his way with me, "but I too had received my pleasure from him.

"Later that afternoon, when I awoke alone "from a very deep and pleasurable sleep, "the evening sunlight was penetrating the jasmine, "its golden shafts highlighting the flowers with millions of sparkles..." (whispering): Do you think they're actually... enjoying it?

Goodness knows.

Has the reading started?

Yes.

Better hurry.

Knowing Delphine Day, she'll be making it up as she goes along.

Well, I think she's wonderful.

I'd love to go to that club of hers.

Would you, now?

Then why don't I take you?

DAY: "Draping a silk throw around my naked shoulders, "I dashed to the lakeside, discarded the robe "and immersed myself into the cool, glittering waters.

I felt refreshed and somehow more powerful."

What have I missed?

So far, two husbands and umpteen lovers.

DAY: "I poured myself a glass of champagne "and felt its perfect bubbles tickle my soul.

"The following morning, I stood at the train station, "my suitcase by my side.

"I was alone, but free.

"In that moment, "I decided I would never tie myself to a man again.

"My life may be hard, "it may be lonely, but I would follow my star.

I would be a woman, true to myself."

(applause) (crowd talking excitedly) ROSE: Harry, that was wonderful.

Thank you.

I...

I was thinking that we could go to the cinema tonight, Rose.

What do you say?

Um, Delphine's having a party and I already said I'd go.

Oh.

Another time, then.

Yeah.

LORD LOXLEY: I want to do my bit for the country.

The Military Procurement Committee looks interesting.

You can't just swan back and demand a plum role.

Look, I'd like to help, but it's not possible.

LORD LOXLEY: You haven't changed, have you, Bunty?

I don't follow.

Do I have to spell it out?

I have a signed statement here.

Young man by the name of Phineas.

Handsome, if you like that sort of thing.

He's prepared to testify in court that you took advantage of his innocence.

I'll see what I can do.

If you think getting a place on a committee will solve your financial bother, you're wrong.

I'm not in financial bother.

Power has shifted to the captains of commerce.

People like Harry Selfridge, whom you apparently insulted in front of his entire staff.

Good to see you again,Egerton.

Look forward to working with you.

How was your day?

Long.

(laughs) Grab your coat, I'm taking you out.

Is Ma coming?

No, she has plans this evening with Miss Day.

I wish she could come.

I miss her... and the girls.

I'm going to tell you something that your mother doesn't even know yet: I am going to do my darndest to get this family back together.

Come on.

Wonderful book, I couldn't put it down.

Congratulations, Delphine.

Thank you, darling.

They've read my book and they like it.

Of course they do, you're brilliant.

To The Summer House!

And to you for organizing it.

(lively music playing) (music stops) You are an excellent dancer, Miss Hawkins.

Call me Kitty.

I reckon everyone's on first name terms in here.

Kitty.

And you must call me Frank.

Miss.

Another drink?

Cheers.

Cheers.

You've certainly changed since I saw you last.

Well, I should hope so!

And the Beauty Department at Selfridge's is just the beginning.

My dream is to work for Coty.

He's so clever.

He sells at all different price points.

His headquarters outside Paris are called "The City of Perfumes."

You're a clever one, aren't you?

I like ambition in a girl.

But let's talk about the present.

What are your plans for tonight?

(laughs) Just because I'm a shop girl, you think you can take advantage of me?

No, no, I just...

I thought you understood.

Understood what,exactly?

I'm sorry, I've got this all wrong.

It's been a lovely evening, Mr. Edwards, but I need to get home.

Good night.

Kitty!

Miss Hawkins!

(laughing) I was thinking... Why don't I come in with you?

Come in with me?

At the club!

You said on the boat you were looking for a partner.

No, darling, that would be far too risky.

And anyway, your husband wouldn't approve.

I have my own money, so he doesn't have to.

Anyway, I don't need his approval.

That's an irresistiblethought.

ROSE: Henri?

DELPHINE: What did you say?

I just...

I thought I saw someone I used to know.

SELFRIDGE: Good movie, huh, son?

I'll say.

Thank you for taking me, Pa.

This is Delphine Day's club.

Wait here.

I'll see if your mother wants to come with us.

(giggling) (laughing) ROSE: It's true, though, it's really true!

NEWSPAPERMAN: Archduke Franz Ferdinand assassinated!

Is she coming?

She said don't wait for her.

Archduke shot dead!

Let's get ourselves home.

MAN: Join the union!

Ladies and gentlemen, who will protect you if war breaks out and Selfridge goes back to America?

Oi, watch what you're doing.

You all right?

MAN: I beg your pardon, Miss.

No harm done, I hope?

I'm fine, thank you.

Come on, I'll walk with you.

Morning, Mr. Crabb.

Mr. Thackeray, Mr. Crabb.

Unions are causing trouble all over the country.

You go ahead, I'll deal with this.

Sorry mate, can't take it.

Can I have a moment of your time?

Won't hurt you to read it, son.

If you have to fight for your country, you'll want a union to come back to.

Come along, ladies.

MAN: Gentlemen, can I interest you in one of these?

If there's war, why do we have to get involved?

I don't know.

I don't understand any of it.

With all this trouble in Europe, Mr. Selfridge might decide to go back to America.

He wouldn't, would he?

What's stopping him?

His family live there most of the time as it is.

But what about us?

Our jobs?

Mr. Selfridge isn't going anywhere.

Listen to me!

We've had quite enough excitement for one morning.

Now hurry along to your stations please, quietly and with decorum.

It was a peaceful demonstration, but the message was clear enough.

The staff know our position on trade unions.

We take care of our own.

We do, but we're in the minority.

Workers are protesting all over London.

Dissatisfaction spreads.

Well.

Our people feel secure enough.

Rumors have started, Mr. Selfridge.

What rumors?

There's a notion that you may return to America.

That's ludicrous.

Where's Mr. Grove?

I'm sure he's on the shop floor doing his rounds.

We must reassure the staff immediately.

Miss Plunkett, arrange a heads of department meeting as soon as possible.

And get Mr. Grove up here... Mr. Grove!

You're late.

(sighs) Mr. Crabb, apprise Mr. Grove of the situation.

I want to see you in my office in five minutes.

You couldn't wait till I got in?

Actually, I was trying to cover for you.

And not for the first time, Mr. Grove.

Good morning, Miss Towler.

These are Mr. Selfridge's requirements for this week's promotional displays.

Menswear, Haberdashery, Outdoor Equipment... Top priority.

Thank you, Miss Plunkett.

And you're needed at a head of departments meeting in 15 minutes.

Never a dull moment.

SELFRIDGE: We need to reassure the staff.

We've always looked out for our own.

We always will.

ALL: Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Good of you to join us, Miss Towler.

Sorry, Mr. Selfridge.

SELFRIDGE: With the stock market already in turmoil...

Your pencil, Miss Towler.

Now, with the stock market in turmoil, if our staff are jittery and the morale is low, what's that going to say to our suppliers and our buyers?

What I need to do is distract people from what's really going on.

I need ideas.

What do you have?

Anyone?

Miss Towler?

We could have a dance!

How about a tango demonstration here in the store?

All the girls love the tango, and Señor Gomerez is performing at Delphine's.

He's meant to be amazing!

That's an excellent idea.

I love it.

Inspired thinking, Miss Hawkins.

And maybe a staff party afterwards?

I like it, very good thinking.

We'll book the Palm Court.

No expenses spared for tomorrow evening.

Get a hold of Delphine's and book the dancers.

Now, we need something to raise the spirit of the public as well.

Something big and British.

An Empire Exhibition!

We could put something on in the Palm Court.

If that's all right with Mr. Colleano, of course?

Fine, Miss Towler.

Something simple, low-key but effective.

A display of photographs, merchandise and maps?

Something a little more colorful and entertaining.

Think about it.

Thank you all for your time.

Excellent idea, Miss Hawkins.

And I hope your Palm Court exhibition does justice to Mr. Selfridge's grand vision, Miss Towler.

But you can only do what you can do.

(elevator door closes) Well, I'm looking forward to getting out of London.

It's so dreadfully hot.

Isn't it?

And everyone's in such a stew about war.

Thoroughly dull,I agree.

Yes, the country holds particular attractions at the moment.

And will Lord Loxley be staying in town, my lady?

Yes, Pimble.

Loxley will not be coming with us.

(knocking) Am I disturbing you?

Yes, thank goodness.

(laughing) To hell with accounts.

I can't make them balance anyway.

Too much money going out, not enough coming in.

Why is it always that way round?

I did mean it, you know.

About investing in the club.

Oh, thank you.

Well, it's a lovely offer and I've given it serious consideration.

But friendship and business do not go together.

Well, they should.

They should go hand in hand.

So I'm not giving up on this one.

I'm flattered, but I'm holding firm.

For now.

(laughing) Actually, it's friendship that brings me here.

I might be completely wrong, but when I was here the other night, I thought I saw someone that I know.

His name's Henri Leclair.

Henri Leclair?

That name rings a bell.

Was that the man last week asking lots of questions?

Didn't he leave his address?

Yeah.

He left this.

What would you want with him?

He used to work with Harry.

They were close once.

Are you sure, Rose?

Because that is a rough area.

Oh, I've got a tougher streak than you might think.

(laughing) Oh, by the way, Harry's secretary has arranged for our guest, Señor Gomerez, to do a tango demonstration for the staff at the store.

Oh!

But I was rather hoping you could get him to hold it here.

You can appreciate it would be very good for business.

And I do throw a good party, if I say so myself.

(laughing) I'll see what I can do.

Thanks, darling.

Do I get to keep everything?

Everything.

Even the ruby necklace?

Especially the ruby necklace.

I hope you'll miss me.

I hope I don't too much.

Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind.

Cancel Miss Spender's account, please.

Actually, you know, cancel all their accounts.

All of them?

Yes.

Telephone Mrs. Selfridge and let her know that I'm going to be home early for dinner.

JESSIE: May I use some of our cosmetics for the party, Miss Hawkins?

Oh, I should think so.

Miss Hawkins, how are you today?

Not one bit shaken by the demonstration this morning if that's what you're wondering, Mr. Edwards.

You're looking for a story I presume?

As a matter of fact, I'm here to find a present for a very special lady.

Well, in that case, I'll leave you in Miss Pertree's capable hands.

Might I know something about her coloring, sir?

Well, one day her hair is golden; a shaft of sunlight and voila, it turns crimson.

Sometimes her lips are pink petal smooth, other times there's a pearly sheen.

Blue eyes, but then sometimes there's a hue of violet.

She's a difficult lady to pin down.

But I'm sure I'll manage in time.

She sounds lovely, sir.

She is.

A new perfume from the House of Guerlain, perhaps?

I'm sure she'd like that.

Well, that looks... Yardley facial cream.

Top of the range.

Penhaligon soap.

Her complexion could be quite sensitive from what you describe.

Lady Primrose hand lotion.

She'll love the presentation.

And the extra expense.

If she's hard to pin down as you say, sir, you'll have to work all the harder, won't you?

If she's such a catch.

Thank you for a very valuable lesson in my wooing approach.

You're quite welcome.

Everybody has something to learn.

I need you to get me in a room with your shopkeeper friend.

Why would I do that?

There's a war coming.

The military will need supplies.

He's the man to consult.

Arrange a meeting and I'll take it from there.

How can you expect him to help you after the way you behaved?

Just do as I say.

It will be to our mutual advantage.

Trust me.

That's the problem, Loxley.

I never have.

You might find the country house a tad crowded.

It's been leased to a Dutch industrialist as of yesterday.

Chap likes fishing, apparently.

GORDON: You should have seen it, Mother.

Charlie Chaplin's the funniest fellow ever.

He starts the film drunk as anything... Watch out, Charlie.

...falls over, then puts his hat onto some poor woman's head.

What's it called, Tango Tangles?

Why is that?

Because it's set in a music hall.

Come with us next time.

You'd love it.

Oh, that sounds so fun.

I will.

GORDON: It's a date.

'Night, Harry.

I miss us.

I love you, Rose.

No matter what happened in the past, I want you to know that.

I know you're lonely sometimes.

But that's for you to deal with.

When you're in the States, it's not just the house that feels empty.

Harry, I can't give you everything again.

I'll just end up with a little less of me each time.

I don't want to hate you.

There isn't anybody but you now, Rose.

Good morning, little one!

(door opens) Why hello, Mr. Crabb.

Hello, Mrs. Grove.

I haven't seen you for ages.

How nice.

We hardly ever see anybody.

Roger's always on about what good friends you are.

How are you these days?

In my element, Mr. Crabb.

How could I not be with my little angels around me?

I thought I'd come this way to work today.

Walk in with you.

Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye!

Well?

I'm ready to be frog marched in.

I was trying to help, Mr. Grove.

I don't need help!

UNION MAN: It's about fully respecting workers.

EMPLOYEE: Mr. Huxton, don't you need to go to a meeting before signing up?

HUXTON: You don't need to do any of that.

Just come along whenever you want.

Gentlemen, you're trespassing on private property.

We uphold the law, Mister...?

Towler.

George Towler.

Arnold Huxton.

Just letting London workers know what we could offer them.

Look, I'm all for unions where they're needed.

But I've been working here five years and we rub along just fine without one.

Take a look at our vision for the future.

We have a booth by Bond Street Station if you want to get in touch.

Thank you, Mr. Huxton.

Pleasure.

Thank you very much.

Gents.

Rose!

Hey, Harry.

Good afternoon, Mr. Selfridge.

Black coffee, Franco, thank you.

Have you thought about what I said last night?

Harry...

I just thought it would be nice to take afternoon coffee with you, that's all.

Mm.

That'll do me for now.

(laughing) What?

I have the feeling you have something to ask me?

(laughing) Delphine wondered if you'd hold the staff party in her club.

What do you think?

It makes more sense to have it here.

A store event for people that work here.

But Harry, it would be such a treat for them.

I'm not sure.

I mean, Delphine would have to get it absolutely right.

Well, she'd have every incentive to.

I'm thinking of investing in the club.

Investing in her club?

Mm-hmm.

You think that's a wise move?

Well, it's early days.

We're still negotiating.

Huh.

Now, what about this party?

Well, only because it's you, I'll consider it.

Miss Towler.

Yes, Mr. Thackeray?

You were supposed to be at the Fashion Department.

Oh.

Ten minutes ago.

Yes.

I'm sorry, Mr. Thackeray.

I've just got an awful lot on.

The Luggage Window display, the Palm Court.

I will get to you today.

I promise.

Let's say 5:00, after closing.

Busy, busy bee, aren't we?

I look forward to seeing you then.

(dogs barking outside) (floorboards creaking) Hello, Henri.

Rose.

It's been a long time.

What are you doing here?

Do you mind if I come in?

Um... yeah.

How did you find me?

I thought I saw you at Delphine's.

At Delphine's?

What were you doing at Delphine's?

She's a friend of mine.

Really?

You look well, Henri.

You don't need to lie, Rose.

A lot has changed since I saw you last.

Harry's changed.

New York didn't work out for you?

No.

I'm sorry.

Get out, get out.

I understand about that.

About things not working out.

You've got money, family, security.

What exactly hasn't worked out for you, Rose?

Well, I'm not here to talk about me; I'm here to talk about Harry.

He misses you.

He feels very badly about the way you two parted.

If he feels so bad, why is it you are here and not him?

He doesn't know that I'm here.

Harry really needs a true friend, and forgive me, Henri, but it looks like... What?

It looks like you could do with a friend too.

I don't need charity.

Henri, just... Why don't you let Harry help you?

I don't need Harry's help.

I don't care if I never see him again.

Please, Rose.

Goodbye.

Miss Towler, at last!

I said I'd get here, Mr. Thackeray.

Indeed you did, and almost on time.

In fact, I've requested Mr. Selfridge's presence for our meeting.

And here he is now.

Mr. Selfridge, thank you for giving us a moment of your valuable time.

What's this about, Thackeray?

I've been thinking about your Empire idea.

Thinking hard, Mr. Selfridge.

And?

Why not roll out the idea store-wide?

Every department.

Showcase the best of Britain and the colonies from the Stationary department to up here in Fashion.

I like it.

Make it a week-longfestival of all that is truly great about the Empire.

We'd be saying that you can trust us at Selfridge's to put our best foot forward at all times and that we're here to stay.

Trust, Mr. Selfridge.

That's what people sorely lack in these uncertain times.

It's good thinking.

A little more than you bargained for, huh, Miss Towler?

Can you handle it?

Of course, Mr. Selfridge.

Excellent.

I look forward to all of your ideas.

As do I.

Do let me know if I can assist you in any way at all.

(door opens) LOXLEY: Good morning, Mae.

Have you arranged my meeting with Selfridge?

I spoke to his secretary.

He's traveling.

Very busy man.

I hope that you're not lying to me, Mae.

What are you going to do?

Blackmail me as you blackmailed your friend?

Don't play games with me.

You will smooth everything over with Selfridge.

Never forget, all you have is the Loxley name.

I can take it from you like that.

Hello, Victor.

I've ordered white lilies for the Champagne Bar.

Sounds good.

And for the Empire Exhibition, I've got some ideas for designs.

I was thinking we could put display cabinets all along this wall and hang mounted photographs here, and, um, maybe drape some flags from the ceiling, or...

I'm sorry.

I know that it was my idea to use your restaurant for the exhibition.

I just thought that a contained area would be an easier space to dress.

Sounds like you've got a lot on your plate, but you seem to be coping well enough.

(exasperated sigh) Actually, I'm finding it all rather daunting.

Same here from time to time.

Excuse me.

Oh yes, of course.

Sorry, I didn't mean to take up any of your time unnecessarily.

Late finish, early start.

The perils of running your own business.

Looks different during the day.

I didn't know you'd been here before.

Rose said it wasn't your thing.

She tells me that you offered to host the party for my staff.

That's a pretty big money-making venture for you.

I won't lie to you, I'm pretty skint at the moment and an event like that would help, yes.

Unlike you, Mr. Selfridge, I can't go to the bank to borrow.

An unmarried woman has no leverage.

I have to think about my store.

About the Selfridge name.

I don't want anything to bring that into disrepute.

Are you talking about the store or your wife now?

Both.

Rose told me that she's thinking about investing in this club.

That was her idea, not mine.

I don't think it would work, but she was pretty excited about it.

Rose is a little bit restless at the moment.

Can I give you some advice?

Miss Day.

We've had our problems.

But we will sort them out.

If you love her, trust her.

Thank you very much.

I'll keep that in mind.

But I am going to tell you something: I think that I know my wife a lot better than you do.

Signing up, are you?

Just interested.

You're all right.

You've got your pa to look out for your interests.

Now c'mon, Dave.

He's down here learning from scratch, ain't he?

All we're saying, Mr. Towler, is if he's got the right to read that pamphlet, then so do we.

That's right, Ed.

My dad swears by his union.

We should at least have the right to talk about joining one.

You two need to get a grip.

And if you're so unhappy, go and speak to Mr. Grove and see what he has to say about it.

Yeah, maybe we'll do just that.

Yeah, maybe we will.

Come on.

Yeah.

We're here to formally ask for the right to investigate entry to the trade union for warehouse workers.

You knew our policy with regard to that when you sought employment.

We already have a staff counsel if you need something addressed.

Well yes, but can't we even...

There's been no change of policy.

Return to your stations, please.

GROVE: Get back to work!

Go on!

Selfridge can shove his party.

Tell the lads: gather in the loading bay at 7:00 this evening.

Oh, I will.

Gordon.

Everything all right?

I think some of the men see your party as a way of buying them off from talking to the unions.

I don't mean it that way.

I just thought you should know.

(sighs) Son, there'll be days when you'll sit in that chair when it'll seem like you just can't do right for doing wrong.

So what do I do then?

You do what you think is right.

And then you pay the price if you get it wrong.

(laughs) (door opens) LORD LOXLEY: "My dear Lady Mae, "you're greatly missed at the store.

"Please join us for a social gathering at Delphine's.

I'll send a car."

It appears he's returned from his travels.

Delphine's.

I'm not going.

Oh, you're going.

And what's more...

I'm coming with you.

I can't believe we're going to Delphine's tonight!

I've borrowed tortoise shell hair combs and a fan trimmed with Spanish lace from Accessories.

Nice to be open about wearing rouge, Grace.

About time us girls didn't have to keep our personal secret.

You're so daring, Jessie.

How do you do it?

I just look to see how Miss Hawkins does things.

One of you lucky ladies might get a dance tonight.

(giggling) You might be the one who gets lucky, Mr. Colleano.

Oh!

Playing hard to get, are we, Miss Pertree?

SELFRIDGE:Evening.

Do you want a ride to the party, son?

Actually, I've got a lot to catch up on here.

Is that true, or are you getting pressure from the men down here?

I can make up my own mind.

I'd like you to be there.

No shame in changing your mind if you decide to come.

Thank you.

Nice enough, I suppose.

If my mum saw me in this place, I'd be back in the Valleys faster than I could pack a bag.

Mind you don't crack it.

Seven years bad luck.

No cracking mirrors tonight, Victor.

I'm feeling lucky.

This is a works do, so it's still Mr. Colleano to you.

Evening, chaps.

Mr. Arnold Huxton is here to tell us what signing up for the Warehouse Workers' Union can do for us.

(applause) It is a pleasure to see so many of you here.

This is your party, so leave your cares behind at the door for one night.

It won't change the future, but we will face whatever comes our way together.

Understand, we are here for you when nobody else is.

In these uncertain times, who is looking out for the rights of the workers?

How are your interests protected if not by us?

It might be my name on the door, but behind that door, you are the ones that matter.

So eat, drink, and be merry.

That is an order.

(crowd laughing) (applause) (tango music starts) (gasps) ♫♫ For now, we are just looking for shorter hours and better pay.

But I have a vision that goes much further than that.

Let me tell you where the future lies for workers in this country.

Everything all right with you and Thackeray?

You made it quite clear earlier that you weren't interested in listening to my problems.

I didn't mean to cut you off.

It's just...

I don't know what way to be with you now.

What's going on with us?

There is no "us," Victor.

Look, it's been a really long day.

I think I'm just going to go home.

(music ends) (applause) HUXTON: There is trouble brewing on the continent.

Some say war will come.

Will the great Mr. Selfridge look out for you, your jobs and your loved ones if you have to go and fight?

Will you accept, with my apologies?

Apologies for what?

For making assumptions, Miss Hawkins.

I won't make the same mistake again.

In fact, I promise to work very, very hard to make you see me in a more worthy light.

I'll accept your gift.

I need a volunteer!

I'll talk you through it.

Don't worry if you stumble at first.

(tango music playing) (crowd gasping) HUXTON: Why should we put up with shoddy work conditions?

The rich are staying rich and the poor are getting poorer.

It's time to turn the tables.

Think about how Selfridge would treat you if you got ill?

(crowd mumbling) Tell him, Ed.

Look, Mr. Huxton, the things that you're promising us, we already have.

The store has a full-time nurse.

A dentist comes every week.

There's all sorts of schemes for betterment and education.

(crowd murmurs agreement) (music continues) If you've got it so good, why did you ask me here tonight?

I'm wasting my time!

I guarantee you'll come crawling back to us when Selfridge runs off to America at the first sign of war.

That's my father you're talking about, and he is not a coward.

Did you know he was here?

No.

You need to get out of here now.

(men shouting) (music stops) (applause) Bravo!

I have to hand it to you, Miss Day.

You sure do know how to put on a show.

Well done.

I'm glad you're pleased.

I could tell you were doubtful this afternoon.

You were here earlier?

Yes, I just wanted to check out the venue for myself.

(upbeat music starts) Good of you to invite us along, Selfridge.

A charming display.

As I recall, I extended the invitation to Lady Mae.

Thank you so much for coming, Lady Mae.

Selfridge, while I'm here, it behooves me to bring up the matter of her bill.

SELFRIDGE: Nothing to bring up.

You closed her account.

We're done on the subject.

A fit of pique on a trying day, you understand.

Our outstandings will be settled... Maybe you didn't hear me.

I don't need your money.

Well, if it's all behind us, I want to discuss some business with you.

Lord Loxley, this is a party.

Your timing is inappropriate.

Perhaps my lovely wife can persuade you to hear what I have to say.

Mae?

Oh, I agree with Mr. Selfridge.

This is neither the time nor the place, dear.

Why don't you stay and have a couple of drinks?

They are also on the house.

What were you doing spying on us like that?

I just wanted to hear what the man had to say, same as you.

I am working in the loading bay.

(scoffs) See, Dave?

There's them and there's us.

Ever the same.

You're all right, Selfridge.

Ed would be the first to stick up for his old man.

(sighs) Are you sure I can't arrange a car for you, ladies?

Thanks, but we're going to walk.

I have a little surprise for Rose.

I'm not sure about this.

Well, enjoy your evening, ladies.

Goodnight.

So what's the surprise?

Just a second, Rose.

Come with us, Mr. Selfridge.

Come on.

All work and no play... SELFRIDGE: I don't want to get in the way.

Don't be silly, come on!

It's a beautiful evening.

(upbeat music playing) (laughing) Mmm, jellied eels.

The finest London has to offer.

Come on, where's your sense of adventure?

Life isn't all fancy restaurants, you know.

You need to try what your staff eats.

You're full of surprises, Miss Day.

Oh, you have no idea.

Mr. Grove, are you feeling quite well?

I'm drunk, I think.

How pleasant.

It's not pleasant.

How unpleasant, then.

Do you ever wonder... (panting) ...what paths you might have taken?

Paths?

In life...

In life!

Paths in life.

Doris is a sweet girl and she's a wonderful mother.

As you know, she's with child once more.

That'll make four.

(groans) That's quite a handful.

My life is chaos, Mr. Crabb.

Utter, utter chaos.

I don't know when I last had a good night's sleep.

And when it is quiet, I lie awake worrying about my girls.

How will they be affected if war comes?

It's terrifying.

War brings changes, Roger.

We'll have to adapt.

Your daughters will adapt.

And we will do what we can to help our young men in every way that we can.

GROVE: From the store?

CRABB: Of course from the store.

You know what I think?

As long as His Majesty has men of your caliber, we shall be all right.

You're a true friend and a decent gentleman.

Steady on, old stick.

Mm!

(laughing) It's quite a strong taste.

What do you think, Harry?

(laughing) Not much, I'm afraid.

Nearly as bad as those snails we had in Paris last time we were there.

That reminds me, Rose, did you find your mysterious Frenchman?

Mysterious Frenchman?

Do tell.

Um...

I saw Henri.

I went to his lodgings.

Henri Leclair?

He's in London and you didn't tell me?

It all backfired on me, anyway.

Harry...

I'll leave you ladies to your supper.

Harry...

I'll see you at home, Rose.

Harry, wait!

Harry, let me explain.

(sighs) Why did you do that?

Delphine, I was going to explain to Harry about Henri in my own time.

I'm sorry, Rose.

I didn't mean to cause you any trouble.

(fire crackling) (door opens) Gordon?

You were working until now?

I went to a trade union meeting.

Are you all right, son?

I'm fine.

Things got a bit heated, but it all got sorted in the end.

I just wanted to see what it was all about.

Well, you're your own man now, son.

I understand if you need to look at different sides to different stories.

Good night, Pa. How it must sting, being made to look a fool of by a lowly shopkeeper.

(gasping) I'm sorry about Henri, Harry.

Just tell me where he is and I'll go see him first thing in the morning.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not?

Things haven't turned out too well for him.

You should have at least just talked to me about this.

You don't involve me in every part of your life.

You went to Delphine's today without telling me.

That is completely different.

Henri is an old and trusted friend of mine.

Harry, I meant well.

I'm not going to apologize again.

We used to share everything, Rose.

That is what marriage is supposed to be about.

Oh Harry, that's you all over.

You want marriage when it suits you and you drop it when it doesn't.

I told you, I am trying to make things right.

I am not the one who made a mess of this marriage.

You are.

So you live with the consequences.

God knows I've had to.

LINNEY: Next time on Masterpiece... GROVE: You're a woman of independent means.

You're not on top of personnel.

Up your game or you're out.

I've been looking for you everywhere!

THACKERAY: So that's Leclair?

He can't just swan back into the store and expect his job back.

Looks like he just has.

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