National funding for ♪ ♪ Doctor, this woman needs help right away.

She's in shock.

Just keep it pressed tight to the wound.

I want Frank.

Please, where's Frank?

Just come with me.

Where's the emergency department?

Through there.

Thank you.

Sorry, excuse me!

Harry.

Is she all right?

She was attacked by some men.

She was cut on her face, but it could have been a lot worse.

Kitty's so strong, I never thought... She can look after herself.

The doctor's examined Mrs. Edwards.

You can go in now.

I'm her husband.

(gasps) Frank.

Oh, Kitty...

It's all right, my darling.

(crying) I'm here now, it's all right.

(Kitty crying) It's all right, my love.

(playing jazz tune) Well, he always told me he's got two left feet.

Look at him.

Who is she?

Violette Selfridge.

ELSA: Oh.

Can't compete with that.

(shuddering breaths) They won't give me a mirror.

How bad is it?

The doctor says there will be a scar, but it'll fade.

I want those men found and punished!

What are you doing?

Kitty...

I'm going to the police station.

They have to look for them.

You can't go to the station like that, you need to rest.

(gasps) (shuddering breaths) My coat.

It's ruined.

Come on, let's get you back to bed.

We'll call the police as soon as we get home.

Poor Mrs. Edwards.

It's the most terrible thing to happen.

(sighs) At least Frank's with her.

They've got each other.

Yes, that's a blessing.

If you hurry, you can still make the second half of your play.

Oh, no, I don't feel like it now.

Are you hungry?

There's a place I know, just around the corner.

(chuckles) (laughing) I'd like another glass of champagne, please.

Is that wise?

Don't you be a bore like everyone else.

You're very pretty.

Why, thank you, Mr. Colleano.

So pretty that I'd like to kiss you.

Why don't you, then?

Thanks for the dance.

Where are you going?

The mutton stew will be good.

Mutton stew... (chuckles) Is it not one of your favorites?

Um, I'm in your hands.

(chuckles) La dee da.

(laughs) Well, the one fortunate thing about tonight is that you were with me.

You were wonderful with Mrs. Edwards.

Well, I nursed during the war, so I can cope with a little blood.

And pretty much anything else: builders, architects... Spiders.

I can't bear spiders.

So you're mortal.

How dare you?

Um, the special, please.

Yes?

Two.

Thank you.

So how did you get to be so competent?

(chuckles) Um... Well... both my parents died when I was very young.

My family's from the north of England originally, but my eldest brother was working in London.

So I came to stay with him.

I've had to fend for myself for as long as I can remember.

It must have been difficult.

It still is, sometimes.

And marriage?

The right man hasn't come along.

I'd rather be alone than compromise.

Mm.

I admire you.

I'm not much good on my own.

To the Selfridge Estate.

Friendship.

(indistinct chatter) Well, it's going to be difficult now that we've lost the land.

The aerodrome is where I saw us making the money.

We can look for more land.

South London's a possibility.

No, I never go south of the river.

Lord Loxley, be serious.

I need to know your intentions.

All right, then.

I'm out.

Let's be honest, Serge.

You're not an aviator.

You're just a playboy, living off Harry Selfridge's expense account.

If he's got anything left after that auction.

So this was all about you pushing up the price on that field.

The Selfridge Estate.

(scoffs) The man is naming London after himself.

Aviation's the future.

And my aeroplane will get built.

Not by me.

Good-bye, Mr. De Bolotoff.

(music playing in distance) How'd you get in here?

My father has a desk a bit like this.

But yours has much more amusing things on it.

You should go.

Do you really want me to?

Yes.

I don't believe you.

If you want a boyfriend or you're looking for love, I'm a bad bet.

Did someone break your heart?

I mean it, I've got nothing to give.

I'm not in the market for love.

More trouble than it's worth.

But a little excitement, you're not gonna deny me that, are you?

♪ ♪ There you are.

Where have you been?

Can't a man have a bit of privacy?

You've been drinking.

Mm.

Astute of you.

Is this about Pa buying the land?

(sighs) Why does everything always have to be about him?

When I married you, I didn't think I'd be living under his roof, dancing to his tune.

I'm good for more than that.

I never said you weren't.

Darling.

I'm going to bed.

You're not regretting it, are you?

Us being married?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

(panting) (music playing in distance) Miss Selfridge was just leaving.

But Miss Selfridge will be coming back tomorrow.

You play with Violette Selfridge and there'll be consequences.

(chuckles) (Harry and Nancy chuckle) Well, that was actually rather good.

How did you find the place?

Well, I usually come in the morning.

They make the most delicious Chelsea buns.

(gasps) Excuse us.

I'm gonna call you a cab.

No, my flat's close, I'll walk.

Well, you shouldn't.

Look what happened to Mrs. Edwards tonight.

Just a couple of rotten apples, that's all.

(sighs) I had a lovely time with you tonight.

Thank you.

Well... Good night.

Agnes.

Henri hasn't come back?

(sighs) You can't wait up all night for him, Agnes.

You must get some sleep.

Come on... come on.

Why isn't he coming home?

Where is he?

♪ ♪ KITTY: He was... touching me.

I...

I hit him to try and get him to stop.

And then he hit me.

He slammed me into the wall.

(shuddering breaths) Um... (sighs) And... then he... he pinned me to the floor.

He pushed my... pushed my skirt right up.

Told his friend to keep watch.

That's when Mr. Selfridge came.

If...

If he hadn't come... Can you describe this ringleader?

Tall.

Young.

Ex-military.

I've seen him before.

Where?

Outside the store, selling cigarettes.

And another thing-- he'd been drinking.

His friend had, too.

Drink.

If I had my way, I'd ban the stuff entirely.

That's a bit extreme, isn't it?

All due respect, sir, I've seen the damage it causes.

They must have got their drink from somewhere local.

Illegally, no doubt.

We'll find out.

Henri.

I came to say I'm sorry about the window.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

It does.

Uh, we're gonna take a walk.

Very good, sir.

HENRI: I was in a fort outside Verdun.

The Germans besieged us.

We ran out of food and water and... only eight of us came out alive.

I'm so sorry.

If there's anything I can do...

I can't be in the store anymore.

Not after what happened.

We need you.

I need you.

But if I can't trust myself, how can you trust me?

Anyway, Mrs. Leclair wouldn't want to work beside me.

Of course she would.

She's frightened of me.

I heard her say it.

My own Agnes.

You must make her understand what you're going through.

I can't.

You have to.

You must tell her.

Let her know what's going on.

Tell her what?

That she's married to a coward?

My men died all around me.

One by one, I watched them.

And I... What?

You what?

I lived.

Do you think the inspector will find them?

Of course.

Seemed an efficient fellow to me.

There you are.

I'm glad you were there when they was asking me those questions.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Kitty, are you sure it's... it's those men who've been selling cigarettes outside Selfridge's?

Positive.

Why?

What is it?

You might want to be a bit careful.

The press have been getting worked up about our ex-servicemen.

Some people think they've been given a rough deal.

You're not saying I should let this drop?

No, I just... it could become... very unpleasant.

They hurt me.

They're going to pay for it.

(bell clanging) Watch him, he's got a ways to run.

INSPECTOR: Come on, round 'em up.

Quickly, men, move 'em on.

(shouting) Get in the van.

INSPECTOR: Move 'em on.

Get 'em in the van.

Quickly, now, come on.

Come along, my dear, come on.

Come on, let's go in.

INSPECTOR: Can't have these men loitering around here.

Quickly, now, get 'em on.

What's happening here?

We're moving these people on.

I'm Chief Inspector Johnson, Mr. Selfridge.

I'm running the investigation into the attack on Mrs. Edwards.

Thank you.

Come on, men, get a move on.

CONNIE: There was a group of men and they attacked Kitty.

Her face is really bad.

What's going on?

The problem is so many of these men are unstable.

One doesn't know what they're going to do next.

They're out of control.

And on our doorsteps, as well.

It was bad enough when Mr. Leclair smashed up the window.

Back to your posts, please.

The store opens in five minutes.

What does Pa mean I can't go out alone?

It's natural that your father wants to protect you.

He wants to keep me locked up so I never meet anyone.

I might as well go and live in a nunnery.

I'm not sure they'd have you, my dear.

You're always here.

Haven't you got anywhere else to go?

Rosalie, darling, where's my scamp of a son?

In his study.

I'll go and have a little chat.

When are you going back to your own flat, Princess?

The repairs seem to be taking quite a while.

Builders, they say this week, then the next.

In the meantime, Harry's footing your hotel bill.

Isn't he an absolute darling?

CRABB: Two bad pennies do not a fistful make.

Just because these particular men were vicious...

I agree with Mr. Crabb completely and I want you to remember that our servicemen have had terrible experiences.

There is concern for security inside the store.

Well, that's ridiculous.

Well, there was a recent incident of aggression in one of the departments.

Uh, the young man who accosted Mrs. Grove.

What?

What happened?

Uh, a young man approached her, pulled her arm.

Did she not tell you?

No.

The newspapers say there are thieves operating in the area.

I want all of our staff to feel safe.

What we need are young men giving the appearance of customers, patrolling.

That's an excellent idea-- a security team Thank you, Miss Mardle.

Can you look into it, Mr. Grove?

Thank you all very much.

Uh, Mrs. Leclair, can I speak to you for a second?

Have a seat, please.

Henri came to see me this morning.

Oh...

Yes, I've been so worried about him.

He hasn't been home for three days.

Why's he avoiding me?

I think... because he lost control in the window, he feels ashamed.

But more than that, he... he survived, and his men died and he feels responsible.

Well, that makes no sense.

But it does to him.

Have you brought it up with him?

I've tried.

But he won't talk to me.

Make him.

I don't...

I don't know if I can.

He...

He's so different from the man that he was.

No.

Underneath it all, he's still the same Henri.

He needs you now more than ever.

Don't give up on him.

A young lady was attacked yesterday evening.

Just down the street from here.

I heard.

She said the men who attacked her were drunk.

I've also got a witness says he saw some men leaving this club around 6:00, drunk as lords.

Well, your witness got it wrong.

It's not worth my license or my time to open before 6:00, so...

If you're lying to me, I'll have this place closed down so fast you won't know what's hit you.

Come on, Purkiss.

Good to meet you, Mr. Colleano.

So that's Purkiss's boss.

Doesn't have much to say when he's around, does he?

Victor.

What's the matter?

Frank Edwards... was here yesterday afternoon, drinking with two ex-servicemen, your chums, Charlie and Silas.

(knocking) What's the matter with Rosalie?

We had an argument.

An argument.

Serge, you have to be more thoughtful.

Until your plane gets made, we're living on Selfridge generosity.

My plane is never gonna get made.

Loxley was just using me to get at Harry.

What a despicable man.

I was preparing these for him.

There's not much point, now.

No, Serge, stop, stop, stop.

Stop, darling, Cheer up, we'll think of something.

We will find you another investor.

It's not just the investment.

I need £80.

Bad luck with the cards last night.

I don't have it.

In fact, I was going to ask you.

Oh, don't tell me you're down to your last shilling again.

Borrow it off Rosalie, she won't mind.

I won't beg from my wife.

God, Mother, do you have no pride?

I can't afford it.

Neither can you.

Mm.

Then we're parasites.

Living off dreams.

We are no such thing.

The blood of Count Rurikid runs in our veins.

I'll get you your money.

(band playing "Pavane") Hello, Henri.

What are you doing here?

You should be at work.

We have to talk.

It's too late.

When we argued in the window, I could have done anything, even hurt you.

You must not be with me.

We made a vow.

In sickness and in health.

So you are here out of duty.

I'm here because I know what happened in Verdun.

I don't want to discuss it.

Well, I do.

Why do you think that it was your fault?

They were my men.

I should have done something.

What could you have done?

Found them water.

There was no water.

You couldn't have done anything.

I'm haunted by them, Agnes.

I see them everywhere.

They feel more real to me than you.

No one can help me.

Please... my love... let me try.

(sniffles) You're to mingle on the shop floor, surreptitiously.

You are not to reveal to anyone that you are store security, staff or customers.

And remember, this is an experiment.

Let's see if you can make it to the end of the day without being discovered.

To your stations, gentlemen.

The very best of luck to you.

A shilling that by lunchtime, the whole operation's a bust.

You're on.

(chuckles) FRANK: Look who's come to visit.

Victor.

Hello, Kitty.

I'm afraid this isn't just a social visit.

I need to talk to you about the servicemen you brought into the club yesterday.

What servicemen?

No?

Try this one.

Oh.

(laughs) I have another, Mrs. Crabb.

Um... (nervous laugh) I'm so sorry, I've, um...

I've changed my mind.

Oh, all right.

Thank you.

How are you?

I know everyone's a bit... shaken up.

I'm almost scared to walk home tonight.

Then don't.

We've been saying we'll go out for ages, so... let's.

(laughs): Oh.

Very well.

I'll see you this evening.

Yes.

FRANK: I bought them drinks because I thought it would loosen their tongues.

I had no idea they might be dangerous.

Why didn't you tell me?!

VICTOR: We can't be sure it was Charlie and Silas.

What did they look like?

One was tall and fair.

He was the leader.

And the other one was smaller.

Strange face, not quite right.

(sighs) Right.

Sounds like them.

Charlie Copperstone always was a mean bugger.

Silas, he's all right.

Uh... not all there in the head, though.

Do you know where to find them?

They did say they were sleeping rough.

In some old cellar down by the river.

You need to go to the inspector.

What if we do this anonymously?

Ring through with the information.

They might not take it seriously.

Do you know how much trouble we're in?

Your club will be closed down.

I treated these men to drinks out of hours.

I could go to prison.

Kitty, I...

Wait, don't... You'd save your own skin before mine!

How could you?!

Kitty, wait!

He had an argument with Lord Loxley, who's... pulled out of investing in the plane.

Why didn't Serge say?

I know Serge seems confident, but underneath...

He's led a strange life.

He hasn't known where he belongs.

During your engagement, though, I've never seen him so happy.

But since we've been married?

It's been difficult for him living under Harry's roof.

And now with the Loxley thing, so... the silly boy gambles and loses rather a lot of money.

What?

Which he hasn't got to hand at the moment.

He doesn't know what to do, or who to turn to.

It's so beautiful.

We'll take both dresses.

Very good.

Excuse me.

Is there anything you'd actually like to purchase?

I shall get my assistant to measure your daughter.

Excuse me.

CONNIE: Only you've been looking for ages now, so if not, you might want to move on to another department.

Is there anything the matter?

That pervert has been hanging around the nightwear.

I saw him off.

Would you go and measure the young lady, please, Miss Hawkins?

Try not to see her off, won't you?

Thank you.

Doris, how lovely to see you!

Why did you tell Roger about what happened with that young man?

You shouldn't have said anything.

Well, I didn't mean to cause any trouble.

Well, you have.

Keep your nose out of my marriage.

We talked.

Really talked.

That's good.

He's at home.

The, um, the doctor gave him some medicine so that he can sleep.

Mm.

But...

I don't think he should come back to work, Mr. Selfridge.

And I'm handing in my notice, too.

Really?

That's very sudden.

I never thought I could give all of this up, but... he's more important to me than anything.

And that's why I've decided that we have to leave.

Not just the store; London.

It's too busy.

He needs to be somewhere quiet.

Mm-hmm.

I've known you a long time.

Ever since I sold you those gloves.

(chuckles) You were a shopgirl then.

Look at you now.

It's down to you.

No.

You changed my life.

Gave me opportunities.

You reached out and took them.

(laughs) Ooh!

(gasping) Arthur!

Mildred!

Are you all right?

That man has not stopped looking at me and following me... in the most sinister fashion.

My dear, let me explain.

We have some new covert... No, no, no, no, no, these gloves aren't right.

What did I tell you?

A place for everything, and everything in its place.

To work in Accessories is to work in the most exacting department in the whole store.

(laughs): Mrs. Leclair.

Can I help you with something?

Uh, I just remember when Miss Mardle gave me that speech.

I started in Accessories when I wasn't much older than your assistant.

And look where you are now-- you're an example to us all.

I don't know about that.

(laughs) But I have had a wonderful time of it.

Well, keep up the good work, Miss Calthorpe.

♪ ♪ We had a bet, Mr. Crabb.

Which I won.

GROVE: Oh, come, now.

I think the new security team did rather well.

Mrs. Crabb wouldn't agree.

Well, she was... lingering in a suspicious fashion.

She was merely taking her time.

One of my assistants was also made aware of them.

The problem is men in women's departments.

I wonder... should we add women to the team?

The loading bay workers were strong.

They could deal with an incident.

They'd also fit in.

That's a very good idea, Mr. Crabb.

I think the chief would like it, too.

I'll run it by him tomorrow.

Did Mrs. Grove enjoy choosing dresses for her birthday?

Very much.

Thank you for your help.

(laughs softly) And the incident with the young man?

Oh, that was nothing.

Apparently, he mistook her for someone else.

JOHNSON: Disused cellars down by the river?

Ring any bells with you, Purkiss?

There's some by Chelsea Wharf, sir.

JOHNSON: We'll go down there tonight.

I'll need Mrs. Edwards to come-- she'll have to identify her attackers.

You could have told us this earlier.

I didn't put two and two together.

Really?

I'm not very proud of myself about any of this, so could we get on with it?

I presume you're going to charge me?

The important thing is to track these men down.

Then I'll decide what to do with you.

Morning.

Morning.

Can you see that Lord Marchant gets this?

It's from Mr. Serge De Bolotoff.

Yes, ma'am.

(clicking tongue) I knew he had a bad night, but to get his wife to pay his debts for him?

Bad show.

That's what wives do, Lord Loxley, if they love their husbands.

Your new husband has told me some very interesting things about your family.

I wondered... did he do that out of love for you?

Leave my husband and my family alone.

NANCY: I have a list of architects here, and there's a couple that I'd particularly recommend.

Harry?

Harry?

I'm sorry.

You were saying?

Well, no.

You're preoccupied.

This obviously isn't a good time.

(sighs) My deputy and head of design are leaving.

I just heard.

They must be replaceable.

So many talented people in London.

No, he's my best friend.

And she's, um... She's like a daughter to me.

Oh, Harry.

Losing them both at once.

(sighs) It's so good to have you to talk to.

Since my wife died, I've had no one.

Please... stop.

Just... please stop.

I know you don't want to be alone.

I like you, Harry, but you can't just look to the closest person to fill the void.

No, no, no, it's not like that.

No, you've got it all wrong.

No, I don't...

I don't think I have.

Please, can't we just forget this conversation ever happened?

Nancy, please.

It's all right.

AGNES: Do you have happy memories of your childhood?

HENRI: Yes, I do.

When you're a child, you can't imagine anything will ever go wrong.

And the house where you grew up-- what's it like?

Big.

Grey stone, white shutters.

It's by the sea.

The horizon goes on forever.

Huge skies, empty beaches.

You can walk all day and see nobody.

Let's go there.

Go?

We can't just leave London.

I've handed in my notice.

No.

No, Agnes, I won't have you sacrificing yourself for me, it's out of the question.

Everything you've built... Is nothing without you.

And when we're not together, we're not... whole.

And I want to make you better.

There's nothing more important than that.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Then, yes, I'd love to go home.

And show it all to you.

So it's decided.

(sighs) What if I don't get better?

You will.

It might take a long time.

Well, we've got all the time in the world.

POLICEMAN: Look at me.

Who is that?

Is that him?

(men coughing) POLICEMAN: Look at your face!

Come on, let me see.

You, wake.

Huh?

(indistinct chatter) POLICEMAN: Look at me.

POLICEMAN 2: Wake up.

Wake up!

MAN: Who is this?

Who is this?

POLICEMAN 2: Look at me.

Leave me alone.

Look at me!

(gasps) Wake.

(startled shouts) That's him.

That's one of them.

JOHNSON: Up you get.

(clattering, gasps) Stop him!

(whistle blowing, indistinct shouting) Stop!

Police!

Don't touch me!

Get off me!

Get your hands off me, you scum!

I fought the war for you, and look at me.

What sort are you-- we're left to rot down here!

(shouting) (panting) That's the ringleader.

That's him.

Take him away.

Get off!

No!

Get off of me!

It's all right, it's all right.

It's all right.

(door opening) (door closes) Well, was it them?

They've locked them up for the night.

They'll charge them tomorrow.

There were lots of 'em down there.

It makes you wonder where... their families are, their friends.

You don't need to worry about all that.

Come on, old thing, let's get you to bed.

I... need to be alone tonight.

I'm sorry, Kitty.

I should have told you before, but I panicked.

Please.

(gasps) Not tonight.

(upbeat music playing) (laughing) (laughing) What are you doing here?

I could say the same to you.

Does Pa know you're out on your own?

Yes, as it happens.

He didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do.

Have we met?

This is, um, Grace Calthorpe.

Accessories.

Of course.

Yes.

Stay with us, we've got a table.

I don't need a chaperone.

Have fun, little brother.

GRACE: I had no idea your sister was gonna be here.

Mr. Purkiss, what can I do for you?

You shouldn't have come down to the station.

Brought attention to yourself.

Johnson'll have his eye on you now.

Well, good luck to him.

I'm gonna play it by the book.

No more drinking after hours, no more bungs to you.

You won't last the month.

Oh, we've got regulars.

They come here for the music, not the drink.

I'll make it work.

Not if I've got anything to do with it.

You've had your blood money.

Call it quits.

You don't get it, do you?

It's me that chooses when to walk away.

You haven't heard the last of this.

(whistle blowing, train chugging) George.

Have a safe journey.

I will miss you terribly, Agnes.

Make sure you write to me.

Come here.

Thank you for everything.

Take good care of yourself.

You'll be all right.

I hope so.

I know so.

You have each other.

It's true, I'm lucky.

Thank you, Harry.

Thank you for everything you've done for me.

(whistle blows) MAN: All aboard!

Henri, we have to go.

All aboard!

(whistle blows) (hissing and creaking) (train whistle blows) We're gonna miss them.

Don't know what I'm gonna do without her.

(speaking quietly and gently) (whistle blowing, crowd chatter) Home, Mr. Selfridge?

Not just yet.

Harry?

Can I come in?

Is something the matter?

What is it?

You know something?

You should have more faith in yourself.

What are you talking about?

Is this the way you treat every man that makes a pass at you?

Because if so, no wonder you're still single.

Excuse me?

I don't want any woman by my side.

I want you!

You're clever and funny and brave.

You're also a little... cross and defensive, but even when you're angry, I like you.

And I love it when you frown because those little lines right there-- well, they're sweet.

And I love it when you smile.

Those little dimples-- well, they just have to be kissed.

We shouldn't.

We really shouldn't.

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