I'm Laura Linney, and this is Masterpiece Classic.

What about a little makeup?

Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

SELFRIDGE: We need to put on a show!

Mr. Selfridge.

WOMAN: You're the man who knows what women really want, are you?

We will make shopping thrilling!

Brilliant!

Madness.

I really don't see how we can proceed.

It's just wonderful, Harry!

Ain't it just?

Who knew a shop could be this glamorous?

SELFRIDGE: The biggest and the best department store in the whole world.

They said we couldn't do it... Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

...but we are going to prove them wrong.

Let's have a little bit of fun.

LINNEY: Starring Jeremy Piven.

Mr. Selfridge, beginning tonight on Masterpiece Classic.

Captioning sponsored by VIEWERS LIKE YOU Tonight, a true story about an American entrepreneur in London 100 years ago.

He was the brashest, loudest, and most overconfident businessman the English had ever seen.

He leapt from one catastrophe to the next without losing an ounce of optimism.

While his accountants worried and lost sleep, he dreamed his glamorous dreams about changing the world, refusing to be held back by anything as drab as reality.

Harry Gordon Selfridge from Chicago was the first businessman in history to know what women really want: they want to go shopping.

Hmm, I don't know.

Those are the very finest kid, sir.

No, I'm sure they are.

I'd like to see some more.

What would you like to see, sir?

Well, maybe I don't know until I see it.

Why don't we get a whole lot of them on the counter and then we can see what we like?

That's not how it's done here, sir.

Come on, let's have a little bit of fun.

No, please sir, you'll get me into trouble.

You only live once.

All right.

That is more like it.

Now, which pair would you choose out of the whole lot?

These.

Why is that?

I love the color and the softness of the leather.

It's the finest Nappa from Florence.

Try them on.

Go on, don't be scared.

What a great choice.

What's your name?

Agnes Towler, sir.

Agnes Towler.

Right.

Might I be of any assistance, sir?

Oh, no, thank you, this young lady is doing just fine.

May I enquire if sir actually intends making a purchase?

What if I said I was just looking?

This is a shop, sir, not an exhibition.

And I've had my eye on you for a while.

I suggest that you hop it.

Thank you for your time, Miss Towler.

It's been a pleasure.

Ah, Miss Towler.

You can collect your cards.

You're dismissed.

But I didn't do anything.

We don't need your sort here.

And don't expect any references.

Agnes, I'm glad I caught you.

Someone left this for you.

(exhales) This fellow Selfridge seems to have a damned high opinion of himself.

Well, he's American.

That's what they're like.

Gentlemen!

Welcome to Selfridge and Waring.

You know, you're standing on the very spot where the biggest and the best department store in the whole world is shortly going to rise up out of the rubble.

With respect, sir, we're standing in a hole in the ground at the dead end of Oxford Street.

This is no ordinary hole.

This is a million-dollar hole.

And in less than one year-- yes, one year-- this will be the live end of Oxford Street.

Gentlemen, this is the best site in London.

(band starts playing) Ah, here's my partner, Mr. Waring.

Better late than never, come and join the party.

Stop!

Now!

(music stops) Word with you in private, Selfridge.

It's over.

I'm pulling out.

What the hell are you talking about?

You've ignored all our agreements.

This ridiculous band to entertain the construction workers, hiring staff already when your store isn't even built yet, your reckless advertising policy-- the whole thing is madness.

We shook on this.

You gave me your word as an English gentleman.

Well, I'm sorry.

These things happen.

I will ask just one thing of you.

What's that?

Don't breathe a word of this to anyone until we're up and running.

Will you swear to that?

All right.

Then I consider myself released.

Goodbye, Mr. Waring.

Gentlemen!

My assistants will give you all the literature that you need about my new store.

Now, if you have any questions, my door is always open to you.

Mr. Selfridge!

How's the partnership with old Waring holding up?

Who wants to know?

Frank Edwards.

London Evening News.

I know who you are, Mr. Edwards, even if our paths haven't crossed.

People tell me you're one of the best-connected men in London.

I know it from top to bottom, sir.

The press will always be friends of mine and my store.

We're going to be making news, Mr. Edwards, and I can put you ahead of the pack.

I've put aside a huge advertising budget for the right sort of papers.

But I need to be talked about by the right people.

It would be a pleasure to show you the town.

I look forward to it.

(laughs) GORDON: Papa!

We missed you!

Oh, Mom!

Well, son, it's a long way from Battle Creek.

That it is.

Hello, my love.

Hello.

Come on, I'll show you around.

Watch your step, get out of the rain.

Take a look, kids, go on!

Come on!

Whoa!

Thank you.

Who want to see upstairs?

Me!

HARRY: Gordon, you're straight ahead, And girls, I thought you'd all like to share.

Aw, Harry.

I had it shipped in from Paris.

Box sprung.

I've missed you so much.

You won't get a moment's peace from me.

Just like it was in Chicago.

Just like.

CRABB: Morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Hiya, Mr. Crabb.

Everything hunky-dory?

I wouldn't exactly say that, Mr. Selfridge.

No?

Why not?

I'm a little concerned that Mr. Waring's money's not in yet.

Oh, don't worry, Crabb.

Everything's going to be fine.

I hope you made it clear there's an element of urgency about it.

We've already spent£20,000 on advertising, there's a demand in for ground rent of£10,000, and the builders are refusing to move forward without outstanding bills being paid.

I said don't worry.

It's my job to worry, Mr. Selfridge.

Well, do it somewhere else, there's a good fellow.

Sir.

The new heads of department are here.

New heads of department?

Going to get ahead of the game, Crabb.

Come on, come and meet your new colleagues.

All well, Miss Blenkinsopp?

Oh, yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Good morning to you all.

ALL: Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Well, don't you all look fine and dandy.

First off, I'd like to say congratulations.

You are in at the beginning of something amazing.

The other business houses of London may have started from lowly beginnings, but with your help, Selfridges will be born great.

Now, you're all probably wondering why I've employed you without a store to put you in.

Here is why I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime: 12 months to scour the world for the finest merchandise.

We are going to show the world how to make shopping thrilling!

Any questions?

Mr. Selfridge...

When you say "no expense spared," how literally are we to take that?

Take it absolutely literally.

I want product range and I want product quality.

I want merchandise that people will desire.

I want merchandise that people don't even know they will desire until they see it right in front of their eyes.

Now, I expect great things from you.

Pack your bags, ladies and gentlemen.

Go and bring the world to Selfridges!

It does all seem awfully ambitious.

It's almost too good to be true.

I know.

I left Debenham and Freebody rather in the lurch.

I am sure they wouldn't take me back.

I don't know how I'd manage if it didn't come off.

I mean, the store's not even built yet.

I've heard whispers on the grapevine that he hasn't even got the money together yet.

These things are most likely spread about by jealous rivals.

Yes.

Of course.

All the same... Mr. Crabb?

We can rely on our salary until the store opens, can't we?

I have an invalid wife at home.

Absolutely, Mr. Grove.

All is in order.

(sighs) EDWARDS: "Woman, lovely woman!

What a sex you are!"

♪ I haven't been out of school long♪ ♪ And I haven't really found my way♪ That is the one and only Ellen Love.

♪ I really hope it won't be too long...♪ She's perfect.

EDWARDS: I won't ask what for.

♪ I've studied up on Pitman's Shorthand♪ ♪ My typing's really very neat♪ ♪ I know he thinks I'm quite efficient♪ ♪ But I hope he thinks I'm also rather sweet♪ ♪ He's everything I ever dreamed of♪ ♪ He's got me in a giddy sort of whirl♪ Could we go round to see her afterwards?

♪ And when he gives dictation♪ ♪ I get this tingling sensation♪ ♪ I'm so happy to be his new girl♪ ♪ New girl.♪ Is that you, Miss Towler?

Yes, Mrs. Payne.

Payday today I believe?

Yes, Mrs. Payne.

So you'll be down with the rent later?

Yes, Mrs. Payne.

She's been on about that rent all day.

You better go down and give it to her.

I haven't got it, George.

What?

It wasn't my fault, there was this customer, Monday, it was.

I've been looking for another place all week.

What are you telling me?

I've been dismissed.

Christ!

It's all right, it's going to be all right.

I will get another job.

Where?

How are we going to pay the rent now?

Why does it always have to be me?

Why can't you get a job?

You don't think I've been trying?

I've been everywhere!

I tried everything!

Let go, George.

I'm sorry, Agnes.

Christ, if I thought you were going to turn out like him...

I'm not.

I didn't mean it, Agnes.

Agnes, what are we going to do?

I dare say I could find my way blindfolded backstage in any theater in London.

Here we are.

Ah, yes.

(knocking) LOVE: Who is it?

An old friend... and a new one.

Frank Edwards!

Come on in, then.

I haven't seen you in a long while.

And now I see you, I can't think why I stayed away.

Allow me to introduce my good friend Harry Gordon Selfridge.

Delighted to meet you.

Do make yourselves comfortable.

Champagne?

None for me, thanks.

Mr. Selfridge?

The Mr. Selfridge?

I guess I must be.

Well.

I was knocked out with your performance this evening, Miss Love.

EDWARDS: So he was.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you.

No more could I, of course.

Well, that's the compliments dealt with.

What do you boys want?

If it's my company for the rest of the evening, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you-- I'm already spoken for.

That is a bitter blow.

In fact, I must get dressed.

If you'll excuse me.

HARRY: Of course, forgive the intrusion.

Oh no, I didn't mean you had to leave.

I'll just pop behind the screen.

Quite decent, you see.

So, Mr. Selfridge... you're the man who knows what women really want, are you?

It gives one rather a funny feeling to think that here's a man who knows us inside out.

I was...

I was rather hoping you might come to see me in the office sometime.

I have a proposition that I might want to put to you.

A proposition?

Well, I am very busy but...

I am intrigued.

I'm sure I could try and fit you in.

Wonderful.

Here's my card.

Miss Love.

Thank you... Mr. Selfridge.

Ice cream, I guess.

Ice cream!

We'll have a whole department for ice cream.

Make sure it's real American ice cream.

Of course we will.

Gordon?

Toys and guns.

Toys and guns.

Make a list of the best kinds.

Beatrice?

Could we have a special place for the children to play while the mommies are shopping?

That is a great idea, Bea.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Listen to this: "Mr. Selfridge's ideas are grandiose "and his confidence boundless.

"We shall await with interest to see whether that confidence is misplaced."

And this fellow here accuses me of tempting people into dishonesty by proposing to put the goods out on open display!

Out into the garden, children.

What is it with the press over here?

It seems as if they want us to fail.

There's always prejudice against something that's new.

Can't they give a fellow a chance?

They will.

Once they see the store for real.

The garden is so beautiful this morning.

Why don't we join the children?

I'm late, I'm sorry.

But I will see you later.

Oh, all right.

Come on, girl, those floors aren't going to scrub themselves.

WOMAN: Good morning, sir.

Morning.

Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Have you seen the papers?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, not so good.

They'll change their tune once they see how much we're going to be putting into advertising.

And when their wives tell them what a great place we are to shop at.

You clearly haven't seen this then?

What?

Waring's pulling out.

What?

He promised me...

I have to say I did warn you, Mr. Selfridge.

He swore he'd keep it out of the papers.

Mr. Selfridge?

Mr. Selfridge?

Yes!

Am I to understand that you knew about this already?

He did say something last week.

So much for English gentlemen's agreements.

And you thought it proper not to inform me, as head of finance, while you authorized all sorts of expenditure without the capital to back it up?

Mr. Crabb, this is business.

It happens all the time.

You do realize it's going to be very difficult to find another backer at this late stage, and in the event you do find someone, they'll know we are in an extremely poor position with the building about to start.

I hate to think what rate of interest they'll make us pay.

Well, you're just a little ray of sunshine, ain't you, Mr. Crabb?

Mr. Selfridge, I left a very good position to join you, but I have to say that the reckless way that you conduct your business dismays and, yes, frightens me.

Frightens me, too, sometimes, Mr. Crabb.

Hold your nerve.

Keep your head down, let me handle the rest.

I think we should redouble the advertising.

Yeah.

(phone rings) Frank Edwards, just the man.

Lady Mae is a wondrous woman.

Really she's Lady Loxley, but everyone calls her Lady Mae.

Used to be a good time girl before she snaffled Lord L. Knows everyone who's anyone in London.

She could get you an investor at the drop of a hat.

Lady Mae, may I introduce my good friend Harry Selfridge.

Surely not the Selfridge we've all been hearing and reading about?

The very same.

Well, we are honored.

The honor's all mine, Lady Mae.

Is Lord Loxley in town?

No, Frank, Lord Loxley's in the country.

Lord Loxley's generally in the country and I'm generally in town.

There are so many different ways to run a marriage, don't you think?

And to never see each other, that's one of the very best.

I second that.

Excuse me.

Come and sit down with me, Mr. Selfridge.

So, you've been creating quite a stir, haven't you?

I certainly hope so.

And yet London doesn't seem to care for you much.

Oh?

How do you make that out?

London doesn't like being shown how to do things, especially by outsiders.

Is that how you feel too?

Not necessarily.

I rather like being shown how to do new things, especially by a man who knows what he's about.

But people like us aren't used to going shopping.

It's not considered smart.

A gentleman will visit his tailor, a lady will send for her dressmaker, and so on.

We are going to have to change the fashion.

We?

Oh yes, of course.

That's why you're here.

Oh no, I would never...

I do read the papers, Mr. Selfridge.

You need a new backer and you need him fast or your visit to our little island will be cut rather short.

What you read in the papers ain't necessarily so, ma'am.

But I am flattered that you take such an interest.

Well, we do like to give our ex-colonials a little helping hand when they need it.

Who says I need a helping hand?

Everyone, Mr. Selfridge.

(drunken laughter) Tony.

Oh, you're a disgrace.

I know, I know, don't be a bore.

Try not to make an exhibition of yourself, darling.

How did the audience go?

She's quite a woman.

Is that her son she's with?

Son?

Good job you didn't say that to her.

No, that's young Tony Travers, he's her lover.

Is that so?

That's Lady Mae for you.

Good evening, sir.

May I take your coat, sir?

Very good of you to wait up for me, Fraser, but really, there's no need.

I always like to be sure that everyone is safely home before I bolt the door, sir.

Ah, I guess you do.

Everything all right, sir?

Everything is fine, Fraser.

Absolutely fine.

I'm glad to hear it, sir.

Good night, sir.

Hey, Pa. You should be asleep.

Pa, what's a huckster?

He's a man who buys and sells things.

Oh.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just one of the kids at school said, "Your guvnor's nothing but a common huckster."

What did you say?

Well, it sounded insulting, so I knocked him down.

Well, he probably did mean for it to be insulting.

But there's nothing wrong with being a huckster.

You tell him one day you're gonna run the firm and he'll be asking you for a job.

Okay?

Yes, Pa. All right, get some sleep.

Goodnight, Pa. Goodnight.

Hey.

I fell asleep.

You smell so good.

Did you have a good time?

I had an interesting time.

But I'm so glad to be back here with you.

Flatterer.

It's the God's honest truth, Rose.

There is no one in the world I'd rather be with than you.

You doing all right, son?

Maybe we shouldn't have come, Mom.

You're in trouble, right?

I'm in over my head.

You've been in over your head before and come out of it fine.

Anyway, what's the worst that could happen?

Bankruptcy.

My family out on the street.

We came from nothing.

We're not going back there.

There must be something you can do.

There is someone who could help find me an investor.

But I do not want to be beholden.

Is that your pride talking?

No, it's my gut.

This person could be very dangerous.

So outsmart them.

Sup with the devil, you need a long spoon.

You taught me that.

You know, Harry, if your father could see you now, he would be so proud.

No.

What?

Just don't talk to me about him.

What do you mean?

Your father was a hero.

You remember him any way you please, but as I remember it, it was always just you and me.

Lady Mae.

I'm surprised and flattered that you're here again so soon, Mr. Selfridge.

I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Lady Mae.

Henri Leclair just arrived from America.

Are you an artist, Monsieur Leclair?

You have the look of one.

Actually, Henri is the best window display man in the world.

And here we all are.

How delightful.

What can I offer you gentlemen?

Champagne?

None for me, thanks.

I don't drink.

I would be delighted.

We'll have champagne, please, Pimble, and coffee.

Monsieur Leclair.

Tell me what it is that you do.

I don't dress women like fashion designers do.

I dress space.

Each Selfridges window will be like a painting, and the people looking in, they imagine themselves in the story we are telling.

Maybe in the window there's a handsome young man and his beautiful lady, he is looking at her with passion, maybe they are going motoring... You'd put a motorcar in the window?

Why not?

How fabulously extravagant.

Who's driving?

The lady or the gentleman?

That's a good question.

Well, I must say, Mr. Selfridge, yours does seem a thrilling enterprise.

One I would love to share with my friends.

And we must be the best of friends, mustn't we, Harry?

Of course, a lady in my position occasionally needs a favor.

I may call on you from time to time in that regard, mightn't I?

One good turn always deserves another.

Then we understand each other.

Are you fond of shooting?

Shooting?

I think you might enjoy it.

Come down to the country with me on Friday.

There's someone I'd like you to meet.

Monsieur Leclair, as you are a man of taste, will you make sure that Mr. Selfridge arrives in the latest knickerbockers.

Knickerbockers?

I do so enjoy a shapely calf.

(gunshots) I'm going to be straight with you, Selfridge.

I choose my business ventures as I choose my horses.

With the horses, I look them straight in the eye, as I'm looking at you now, and I take a view.

I'm generally right, but if I'm not, well, I don't waste time.

It's straight off to the knacker's yard.

I happen to think you're all right.

But if it turns out I'm wrong.... All right?

All right, Mr. Musker.

MAN: Make sure you have your references ready.

No interview without a reference.

GROVE: Mr. Selfridge doesn't like haughty, and he doesn't like obsequious.

Friendly and respectful, that's the watchword.

The chief wants men and women who are ambitious and wish to better themselves.

No flirting, no love affairs, if they want to keep their jobs.

And female assistants who marry will have to leave, make sure they know that.

There are five applicants for every position, so we can afford to pick the very best.

Look at their shoes, look at their fingernails, and above all, look deep into their eyes and see if you can't fathom their souls.

Yes, Miss?

If you please, sir, I've come to see the master.

Mr. Selfridge.

I've come about a position.

Here, in the house?

No, in his shop.

I'm a shop girl.

But don't you know this is Mr. Selfridge's private residence?

This is the address he gave me.

Look, he gave me his card.

Please, I've come ever such a long way.

Come in, Miss.

Would you wait over there please, Miss?

I'll go and see if Mr. Selfridge is at home.

(door opens) Now what's all this about?

If you please, sir, I was...

I was hoping there might be a position for me.

I hardly think...

I served you on the glove counter at Gamages.

Last year.

Agnes Towler.

And you were so kind as to buy these for me.

Oh, of course.

I remember now.

I was very demanding, you were very patient, the floorwalker was very... tall.

(laughs) So, you want to leave Gamages and come and work for me, is that right?

I was dismissed, sir.

Really, why was that?

Conduct unbecoming, sir.

It was that same day.

He said I shouldn't have let you behind the counter and get the stock out.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's all right, I never liked it there, sir.

I'd much rather come and work for you.

All the girls are talking about Selfridges.

You've no idea what it's like to work for me though.

I won't tell a lie, sir, work's been... it's been very hard to get any work these past months.

And without a reference, you see...

I got you into this mess, the least I can do is give you a chance now.

Come tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.m. sharp, and ask for the chief of staff.

Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Thank you, Mr. Selfridge.

Fraser?

Yes, sir.

Get Miss Towler a cab home and pay for the driver.

FRASER: Certainly, sir.

This way, Miss.

GROVE: Sorry, too tall.

Next.

Thank you, move along, please.

Thank you.

Next.

Thank you, move along.

I'm sorry, sir.

Move along, thank you.

Next.

Thank you.

Move along, please.

Thank you.

This side, Miss.

Thank you, next.

Thank you.

This is a game, isn't it?

Hope I remembered to wash behind my ears.

Nervous?

A bit.

Bet you'll be fine.

MISS MARDLE: Miss Towler.

Oh, that's me.

Good luck.

Hands.

Previous experience?

I worked on the glove counter at Gamages.

References?

I haven't got any.

I'm sorry, Miss Towler.

Next.

But I explained to Mr. Selfridge... You explained to Mr. Selfridge?

Yes, he said to speak to the chief of staff.

Did he indeed?

Well, we shall see about that.

Mr. Grove?

GROVE: Yes, Miss Mardle?

I have a Miss Towler.

Miss Towler.

Yes, I have a note about Miss Towler.

It's very irregular.

Who are we to reason why?

It's straight from the chief himself.

Well, it would seem, Miss Towler, that you are a special case.

You'll be starting as a senior assistant in Accessories, and I must tell you that Accessories is my department, which means you will be reporting to me.

GROVE: Mr. Colleano.

Mr. Conway!

I don't see anything special about her.

No, nor me.

GROVE: Ah, ladies, please follow me.

Mr. Selfridge himself wants to have a look at you.

Good morning, ladies.

ALL: Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Like the uniforms?

Oh, yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Glad to hear it because I designed them myself.

Learned your scripts?

Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Good, give me the first floor.

First floor for Menswear, Luggage and Hairdressing.

Please stand clear of the closing doors.

Thank you, ladies.

Good as poetry.

Come along, ladies.

Get to work!

We open in a week.

Miss Towler... We have three girls in this department, but we have four in accessories, so if Miss Towler doesn't work out, I should very much like to know about it.

Thank you, Miss Mardle.

A place for everything, and everything in its place, Miss Towler.

And memorize as you go.

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

Ignorant people think we deal in little trifling things, but the accomplished Accessories assistant has at her fingertips over 6,000 separate items of merchandise, and I shall expect you to know them all and be able to locate each one at a moment's notice.

Is that understood?

Yes, Miss Mardle.

I cannot imagine what they were thinking of, appointing someone so young as a senior assistant.

But still, I can see you make a good effort at presenting yourself.

I just hope you won't let it go to your head.

I won't, Miss Mardle.

I should hope not.

I shall be watching you very closely, Miss Towler.

And you two, have you nothing to do but stare?

Get on with your work.

Not long till we open.

Every second counts.

Horrid old cat.

And little Miss Towler.

Our colleague.

Senior assistant, if you please.

She's a bit of gutter-slush if ever I saw one.

(giggles) DORIS: It's Ellen Love!

It's not!

It is!

It's never!

Please, Miss Love... Will you sign your photograph for me, please?

Of course I will, dear.

And now could one of you kindly direct me to Mr. Selfridge's office?

Of course, Miss Love.

Should you like to take the stairs or the lift?

Oh, the lift, I should think, don't you?

This way, please.

Mr. Selfridge's office, please.

Certainly, Miss.

Haven't I seen you before, dear?

Yes, Miss Love.

We were both in the chorus of Frilly Dolls at the Gaiety.

Mabel?

That's right!

What larks, eh?

I haven't given up, you know.

Nor should you.

Fourth floor, directors' offices.

Lovely diction, dear.

Thank you.

ELLEN: So, what's Mr. Selfridge like as an employer?

He's very particular, Miss.

But he's very kind as well.

Very particular and very kind.

I shall tell him you said that.

Oh, no, Miss, please don't.

Why not?

I don't think he'd like to think he was talked about.

I think he'd love it.

Most men do.

Miss Love to see Mr. Selfridge.

If you'd like to follow me.

Miss Love... (clears throat) Well, here we are.

Here we are.

No chair?

I don't like people hanging around.

Present company excepted.

I'll just sit here then.

I need people to understand the essence of Selfridges.

Beauty, elegance, quality.

I want your face and your figure on all our posters.

You already embody the spirit of the age.

Women want to be like you, and men want to... Well, let's say they want you to be their sweetheart.

To put it delicately.

So, what do you think?

I'm not going to give up the stage, you know.

I don't want you to.

One will enhance the other.

And a little money will change hands?

Of course.

It's a very important role, and you'll be handsomely recompensed.

Well, I must say it does seem like fun.

Though it's not at all the proposition I thought you'd have in mind.

Oh, are you disappointed?

I'm honored by your proposition and delighted to accept.

Well, you know where to find me.

Every night barring Sundays.

So what was she like, Aggie?

Very nice.

You don't mind being Aggie?

I always think of it as sort of a scullery maid's name.

Not that I'm casting any aspersions.

Oh dear, the things that come out of my mouth.

No offense taken, I hope?

None at all, Kitty.

We used to have a cat at home called Kitty.

(stifled laughter) Miss Mardle, isn't it?

Yes.

And this is your little treasure house?

Ladies.

MARDLE: How can I help you, Mr. Leclair?

I am looking for something, but I don't know what it is yet.

(whispering): Maybe it's me.

I need one detail for a window that is almost complete.

In this particular window, I am creating a picture, like a scene from a play.

You understand, a play in the theater?

A play in the theater, yes, I understand perfectly, Mr. Leclair.

Good.

So we have two young ladies in a garden.

One of them is standing, looking out like this, her hand shading her eyes as if she is waiting for someone.

The other is seated, looking down at something in her lap.

And that something, that je ne sais quoi, is the focus of the whole picture.

So you want us to suggest what she might be holding, this girl in the window?

Exactly.

That little something that will complete the picture.

I have it all except that one thing, so... Really, Mr. Leclair, you cannot expect us to do your job for you.

No, no, of course.

And you are very busy here.

Forgive me, please carry on.

Mr. Leclair?

Sir?

Um...

I thought maybe something like this?

A silk flower.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it wouldn't fade, would it?

It's very practical.

And you think this color...

Stand out.

Against the green.

Well, it would do that.

People might think she was given it as... As what?

Well, as a token of love, as it were.

A token of love.

Very good.

I will think about it.

Miss Towler?

Coming, Miss Mardle.

(playing piano) (Fraser clears throat) What time would you like to dine tonight, ma'am?

Mr. Selfridge telephoned to say he wouldn't be in this evening.

He telephoned, you say?

Yes, ma'am.

We will dine at 7:30 as usual.

Thank you, Fraser.

Very good, ma'am.

That's three nights this week.

Well, it's nice to have a little time together.

Not much chance to get a word in edgeways when he's around.

Indeed.

LOVE: ♪ I haven't been out of school long♪ ♪ And I haven't really found my way.♪ Hello there.

You got the job then?

Yes, in Accessories.

And you?

I'm a waiter in the Palm Court restaurant.

Oh, it's supposed to be beautiful.

Do you want to come and see?

Oh, I couldn't.

What if we were caught?

Come on, just a quick peep.

In a couple of days, this place will be heaving with customers.

Why not?

You only live once.

LOVE: ♪ He's everything I ever dreamed of...♪ Oh, it's magical.

Do you like working here?

It's all right.

Of course, we haven't had any customers yet; we've just been practicing.

I could practice on you if you like.

Will this table suit, Miss?

Come on, no one's going to come.

All right then.

Thank you.

Now what can I get you, Miss?

I don't know.

I've never been to a place like this.

Might I suggest a glass of sherry, Miss?

All right then.

Just a small one.

I feel bad about this, what if someone catches us?

They won't, but if they did I'll say it's all part of my training.

I'm so keen I even carry on after hours.

There you are, Miss Towler.

One small sherry.

Aren't you going to have one?

Drinking with a customer, Miss?

No, strictly against the rules.

But if you'll insist, I'll have a sip of yours.

Delicioso!

(laughing) I'm going to own a place like this one day.

Are you?

Definitely.

How about you?

Head buyer in Accessories?

Oh, I don't know.

I mean we've only just got here, haven't we?

Nothing wrong with being ambitious.

Nothing wrong with having dreams.

Selfridge himself started out delivering newspapers and look at him now.

I'd love to learn about window dressing.

Well there you are then.

Bit of an artist on the quiet, are you?

I think you've got hidden depths.

No, I haven't.

I've got a nose for these sort of things.

I think you are a bit special, Agnes Towler.

I should go.

Hang on a bit.

Have you seen the telephones we've got here?

You can phone anybody you like, on the house.

I don't know anybody with a telephone.

Come on, then.

Let's have a dance instead.

No, I really have got to go, there's someone waiting for me.

Come on.

Really.

All right.

Of course, Miss.

Where were you?

You're late.

Who's this?

Victor Colleano, pleased to meet you.

You take your hands off her!

George, don't take on.

Take on?

I'll give you take on!

You need to learn some manners, my friend.

I said get off her!

AGNES: George!

Leave him, you can do better than that.

He's my brother!

George, calm down.

What is it?

He's found us, Agnes.

He's tracked us down.

Come on.

Oh no!

GROVE: We didn't think there was an actual fire, chief, but it's hard to tell.

It is a very sophisticated system, Mr. Selfridge.

Sophisticated?

It has soaked every window in this entire store for no reason whatsoever.

Mr. Selfridge... We've never installed something this advanced.

There are bound to be some teething problems.

No.

No teething problems.

Henri... Mr. Selfridge... Not now.

Can it be fixed?

Impossible.

But we have done the impossible before.

Mr. Selfridge, if the sprinklers go off inside the store, the insurance companies say they won't cover us.

They say the system's untested.

It's all these innovations, Mr. Selfridge.

I really don't see how we can proceed.

Miss Blenkinsopp, gather the staff.

I want everybody down here in 15 minutes, apart from you, Crabb, who will be on the telephone with the insurance company doing your job.

This store is opening tomorrow.

(murmuring) Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

ALL: Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

They said we couldn't do it.

Some are still saying we won't.

Can't be done, they say.

But we are going to prove them wrong.

I want to tell you that I am proud of each and every one of you, the way you have risen to this challenge.

And today will be no exception.

We may be here until midnight working in a common cause to create the finest house of business that London... that the world has ever seen!

Ladies and gentlemen, we are in this together.

To work is elevating, to accomplish is superb.

All set?

SHOPGIRL: Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Very good, I like this.

Set?

Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Nice.

All set for tomorrow?

Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Very good, very good.

This display looks just a little bit too neat and tidy.

We don't want them to be afraid to touch the goods.

But if I pull one out like this, you see?

It's more of an invitation.

And once they've got one of these in their hands, they won't want to let 'em go.

Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

But otherwise, well done, Miss Towler, well done.

I have high hopes for you.

All set for tomorrow?

I think so, Mr. Selfridge.

You think so?

Any doubt?

No, Mr. Selfridge.

All set here.

That's what I like to hear.

All set for tomorrow?

Good.

Very good.

All set?

MISS BUNTING: Come on, Doris, you should have finished that by now!

DORIS: The waist's too big.

I shouldn't be doing Fashion anyway, I'm Accessories.

You need to stitch the back.

I'll run down to haberdashery.

All set for tomorrow?

Yes, sir, all done, sir.

Good work.

Thank you, Mr. Selfridge.

Thank you, sir.

LOVE: Do stop, Nancy, you're shaking the floorboards.

(knock on door) Oh, Nancy... Oh, Ellen...

This, my dear, is my ticket out of here.

Night, Mr. Selfridge.

(clock ticks) (numerous clocks ticking) (clamoring) (ticking) (fanfare) It's just wonderful, Harry.

Ain't it just?

Congratulations, Harry.

Absolutely top-notch, the whole caboodle.

Mr. Selfridge.

Musker and I are so pleased with what you've done with our store.

We've brought all our friends to see just how clever you are.

Why thank you, Lady Mae.

Do encourage them to purchase before they go.

LOVE: Mrs. Selfridge?

I'm Ellen Love.

I expect Harry's told you, I'm the spirit of Selfridge's!

Congratulations.

That must be quite a responsibility for you, Miss Love.

Well, who knew a shop could be this glamorous?

Is there no end to your husband's talents?

Ellen.

Frank.

How good to see you.

Isn't this wonderful?

Great day, Crabb.

A great day.

As a spectacle, Mr. Selfridge.

As a spectacle.

Good night, Mr. Crabb.

(women giggling) (sighs) All set, Mrs. Blenkinsopp?

Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

All set, Mr. Grove?

All set, Chief.

All set, Mr. Crabb?

Good morning.

Yes, Mr. Selfridge.

Good morning!

Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Ground floor, please.

Yes, sir.

They're coming!

Good morning, good morning!

ALL: Good morning, Mr. Selfridge!

Something's missing.

(breathes in nervously) Um... Customers!

(laughing) It is only five minutes past 9:00, Mr. Selfridge.

They should be battering down the doors.

They should be swarming all over us.

Let's have some spot reductions on special lines for early birds only, 9:00 a.m. to midday.

Work something up for me, will you?

Yes, of course.

Good man.

We need more sales, Mr. Selfridge.

One begets the other.

We need to put on a show.

Mr. Selfridge... Good morning, Miss Mardle.

Good morning, Mr. Grove.

Good morning, ladies.

ALL: Good morning, Mr. Grove.

Mr. Grove?

Could I come and speak to you for five minutes later on?

About?

Uh... private matters, Mr. Grove.

You can come up at 11:00 if Miss Mardle will release you.

Of course.

Thank you, Mr. Grove.

Back to work, Miss Towler.

Cricket bats!

Who's the top batsman in the world?

Jack Hobbs, Mr. Selfridge-- captain of England.

What if we got Jack Hobbs and his bat into Selfridges?

You think that'll bring them in?

I should say so, sir!

Excellent, you got that, Miss Blenkinsopp?

Good!

On!

MAN: Good morning, Mr. Selfridge.

Good morning!

MAN: Good morning, sir.

I was hoping we could go over the figures this morning.

Not now Crabb, my staff expect to see me.

People, not figures, are the difference between success and failure.

I should have thought profit and loss had more to do with it, We're still not breaking even.

We have a little problem, Mr. Selfridge.

Hold your nerve, Crabb.

Miss Love.

Harry!

Look at these pictures they've taken of me.

They're just terrible.

I can't allow my public to see me like this.

They're positively Victorian.

Miss Love, I see no problem with these photographs.

They convey exactly the message I was asking for.

Then you must have got the message wrong.

Look at them, Harry.

They're dreary, really, aren't they?

This can't be the Spirit of Selfridges.

This is first-class work, Mr. Selfridge.

But nothing we offer seems to strike her right.

It's your decision.

Do them again, and do them better.

If Miss Love isn't satisfied, we're not satisfied.

Thank you, Harry.

And you will come back and take me to lunch, won't you?

Of course I will.

A bientot.

A bientot.

Miss Towler, follow me.

Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Grove.

So...

I think you should tell me what this is all about.

Um... well, it's about my brother, Mr. Grove.

My brother George.

I was hoping you might be able to find a position for him.

I see.

And what has your brother to recommend him?

Well, he...

He wouldn't want anything skilled, Mr. Grove, but he's ever such a hard worker and eager to please.

I just thought with Mr. Selfridge hiring a lot of new staff, there might be something for him.

And what if I said I have nothing to offer him?

Well, I should be very disappointed, Mr. Grove.

And that's all?

I don't understand.

Yes, I think you do.

Discretion is something we value at Selfridges.

I should like to think that I can count on your discretion, Miss Towler.

Well, yes.

Of course.

We all like to keep some things private.

Well, I think I might be able to offer your brother a porters job in the loading bay.

Subject to a satisfactory trial period.

Oh, Mr. Grove!

Thank you, thank you so much!

Sorry.

It's all right, Miss Towler.

Time to return to your post.

Let discretion be your watch word.

Yes, Mr. Grove.

Oh, Miss Towler?

Yes, Mr. Grove?

I hope you haven't any more brothers at home wanting jobs.

(laughs) No, Mr. Grove.

Thank you, Mr. Grove.

(sighs) Hello, hello.

Fancy meeting you.

What are you looking so happy about?

Mr. Grove's going to give George a job.

Oh?

How'd you persuade him to do that then?

Did you have to give him a kiss?

Of course not!

If it was me, I'd have insisted on a kiss at least.

Good job you're not him, then.

Fraser, there you are.

Oh, apologies, ma'am.

I didn't realize you were going out.

Lady Loxley was rather insistent.

Lady Loxley.

Call me Lady Mae.

Everyone else does.

I've called at a bad time, I think.

Are you on your way out?

I was, but it's nothing urgent.

Fraser, would you ask Mrs. Selfridge to join us?

FRASER: Certainly, ma'am.

A word with you, Victor.

Do you know how you got this position?

Well, I am an experienced waiter, sir.

Good references.

And?

You're a very... ... attractive young man, Victor.

The ladies like that.

That's going to be a great part of their pleasure in coming here.

And not just the pretty ones, Victor.

The old ones, the fat ones, the neglected ones, the ones with husbands that can't satisfy them.

We want them to come back again and again and to be made happy.

I think I can do that, sir.

I think you can.

Make sure those glasses are spotless.

Yes, Mr. Perez.

I just called to see how you were all settling in.

I suppose you must be neglected, with Harry... with Mr. Selfridge so busy at the store.

We're used to it, Lady Mae.

We don't feel neglected.

And have you met Miss Love-- the Spirit of Selfridges, as they call her?

Yes, at the opening, I thought she was quite charming.

Yes.

Yes, she does charm people.

Men especially.

One could say that's rather her thing.

It's all terribly exciting, isn't it, this great new store and all the people who are drawn into it?

So many exciting possibilities.

New ideas, new friendships... Perhaps I should go there more often.

Yes, perhaps you should.

But perhaps you were about to go there as I arrived.

Actually, I was thinking of going to the National Gallery.

The National Gallery?

My dear, no one goes there on public days, it's full of all sorts of riff-raff.

But the paintings are the same, aren't they, whoever's there to look at them?

What an original point of view.

FRASER: I'll get you a cab, Mrs. Selfridge.

No, please, let me give you a lift.

My motorcar's just outside.

Oh, thank you, but I thought I'd try the Underground.

Where to, love?

Trafalgar Square.

(people chatting) (both chuckling) This is so sweet of you.

I know how busy you are.

Well, you know I'll always find time for you, Ellen.

Thank you for this morning.

Perhaps I was wrong to make such a fuss, but the Spirit of Selfridges should be something really special, shouldn't it?

You got it, Ellen.

That is my idea exactly.

Selfridges: modernity, the future.

Changing the way people see the world.

The thing is, we have to find more and more new ways of saying that.

But you are pleased with me?

Of course I'm pleased with you.

Very pleased with you.

That means so much to me, Harry.

Because, you know, I'm still a little bit afraid of you.

Afraid of me?

Why is that?

You're so decisive.

Such a dynamo of energy.

Mmm.

You don't care about danger, you just take a leap into the unknown, and devil take the consequences!

In your own way, you're just as much of a daredevil as that crazy Frenchman who's trying to fly the Channel.

Say that again.

You know, the one they're always talking about, Blareo or... anyway, what I had in mind...

I've got to go.

What?

Mr. Perez, will you get Frank Edwards on the phone?

I'm sorry, I've got to dash, I'll catch you later.

Not a word to anyone, it's all very hush-hush.

Mr. Grove, I need you to get hold of the Commissioner, tell him we need 12 bobbies standing guard, very good for publicity.

Mr. Crabb, I need you to call the insurance company and tell them to increase our liability by£10,000, it's very valuable.

Should I explain to them what it is we're insuring?

No, not a word to anyone.

Any more questions?

Good.

I'll be gone for the rest of the day!

May I ask, what about the windows?

Think birds, Henri!

You know he's signed a deal with the Daily Mail?

We'll get in on it.

How well do you know Northcliffe?

We started out together.

He and I go way back, long before he owned the Mail.

That's good.

Anyway, we're not stealing from him, we're helping him to double his circulation.

If we get it right, he wins, we win, everybody wins!

Yes, of course, madam.

Was everything satisfactory, madam?

Yes.

Especially the service.

Thank you, madam.

Come here.

This is for you.

Thank you, madam, you're too generous.

May I know your name?

Victor, madam.

Victor.

That's a lovely name.

Victor, I'm thinking of having a little party tomorrow evening at 8:00.

Only a few friends, but it would be nice to have a first-class waiter to look after us.

I wonder, do you ever do evening work like that?

I am free tomorrow evening, Madam.

Good.

Here's my card, with the address.

If you could come just as you are?

Of course, madam.

Until then.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

One of the best things they have.

What it must be to be able to paint like that.

Yes, and so unusual in a work of art, to see a man laid low by a woman.

(both chuckling) Do I detect an American accent?

Yes, yes, you do.

Are you in London on holiday?

Doing Europe, as they say?

Yes, yes, I am.

We should introduce ourselves.

I'm Roderick Temple, I'm a painter.

Rosalie Buckingham.

Uh, look, I hope you don't mind, but...

I was sketching you just now.

Why would you do that?

You have this extraordinary quality of stillness about you, and I wanted to capture it.

(laughs) So you're a Realist painter?

No, no, more of a Romantic, really.

Oh.

This is probably going to sound quite pretentious, but my aim is to capture the inner beauty and the mystery of life through the human form.

(laughs) I'm sorry...

Yes, that does sound pretentious, doesn't it?

I'm sorry.

No, not at all.

Not to me.

Do you paint, yourself?

Years ago, before I was... when I was at college.

Look, I know this sounds quite cheeky, but my studio's just the other side of Charing Cross Road.

I'd love to show you some of my work and see what you think of it.

Can I help you, sir?

I don't know, my dear.

There are those who'd say I'm beyond help.

Tell me, what do you think?

I'm sure I don't know.

Well, I'll tell you what it is: I'm looking for something for my best girl for her birthday.

Nothing too dear because I'm not a rich man, but something nice, something dainty.

I mean, after all, it's the thought that counts, isn't it?

I suppose it is, yes.

Well, how's about you help me choose something then?

I mean, what would you choose if it was to be for you?

Something to match those beautiful blue eyes of yours?

Well... AGNES: It's all right Kitty, I'll take care of this customer.

What are you doing here?

You're not ashamed of me, are you?

Agnes, I came here to see you, not to cause trouble.

You cause trouble wherever you go.

You got yourself a lovely situation here, my girl.

Please don't ruin it for me.

Why would I want to go and do a thing like that?

Look, Aggie...

I know I've been at fault in the past, but I'm a changed man.

Look at me.

Aggie, I want to make amends.

I can't talk to you here.

I've got a break in half an hour.

There's a teashop on Duke Street.

That's all I wanted, a chance to make it up to you.

Your sister was very persuasive.

Quite a remarkable young lady.

Oh, she is, sir.

I think the world of her.

I don't know where I'd be without her.

You're a lucky man, then.

Right, here we are.

Quite straightforward.

Unloading the vans coming in, loading the vans going out.

Got an extra man for you, just starting.

Go easy on him while he's learning.

George Towler's his name.

Hello.

Alf.

Sam.

I'll leave you to it then, George.

These men'll soon show you the ropes.

George, is it?

That's right.

Come on then, George.

Let's see what you can do.

It's just for a while, till I get back on my feet.

I thought you said you were back on your feet.

I am, girl, it's just I don't get paid till the end of the month and I thought... Dad, do you remember why we moved out, why we said we could never live with you again?

Of course I do.

There isn't a day goes by when I don't think about that.

It haunts me.

But I'm a different man.

Look at me.

I'm off the drink, got color in my cheeks.

Look at that!

Steady as a rock.

I haven't had a drop for two months.

What is this job?

Hotel work.

I got good prospects there, girl.

Me and the manager, we're like that.

I'm his right-hand man.

So why won't he let you live in?

Well, probation.

I will do, end of the month.

I just want a chance to make it up to you and George.

Come on, girl, you can't deny your old man that.

You're my only daughter.

If you want me to beg, I'll get on my knees.

Here, I'm going to beg.

Dad, stop it.

Just till the end of the month.

And if you raise your hand just once to me or George... Never again, as long as I live.

I swear.

All right, then.

You're an angel, girl, an angel.

Suit yourself.

All right, George, you ready?

I'm ready.

Good boy!

Hold steady, now.

Careful, careful.

There you are, you got it, son.

Now see if you can walk with it.

(panting) Not bad, not bad.

Ah, come on Alf, fair does.

Oh, he loves it, don't you George?

Careful.

Careful!

Oh dear.

You need to build yourself up, George, if you want to work here.

I nearly done it though, didn't I?

Ah, you got to love him, haven't you?

Yes, George, you nearly done it.

Come over here.

You're one of us now, George!

Right, what's this?

4,000 silk scarves.

4,000 silk scarves?

Yes.

Tomorrow is going to be a special day.

Everything has to be perfect.

But what's it about, Miss Mardle?

Ah, my lips are sealed.

But it's something quite extraordinary.

Let's get after him!

Sorry...

It's a bit stuffy in here.

I suppose they're a bit traditional for your taste.

Not at all.

They're excellent.

Thank you.

God, you're beautiful.

I...

I didn't come here for that.

I'm a married woman, Mr. Temple.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me, I didn't mean to...

I should probably go.

No, no, no, please don't... Maybe it was my fault for coming here.

No, it's my fault entirely.

Look, can we just forget that just happened and start again?

No, that's out of the question, goodbye, Mr. Temple.

(door slams) Victor.

For you.

I don't get it.

What's she doing, sending chocolates to the waiter?

Let's have a look.

"So looking forward to our little 'party' tomorrow.

"My chauffeur will call for you at 6:30.

Lillian Worthington."

Haven't you twigged it, Victor?

This little party's going to be just for you and the lady.

Oh.

Right.

And you think I should go?

Always strive to please the customer, Victor.

That's what you're there for.

When I was your age, I had many such assignations.

Enjoy yourself.

You're only young once.

Thanks, Mr. Perez.

Make way!

Welcome!

Monsieur Bleriot, a great achievement.

Welcome to England.

The first man to fly the Channel!

Who are you, Monsieur?

Oh, I am...

This is Harry Gordon Selfridge.

Selfridges is the greatest store in London, and he's going to give you and your airplane pride of place in it.

Excuse me, Monsieur, step aside.

The people want to take photographs of me, not you.

No, I understand, you think that I'm trying to ride your coat tails.

Listen, give me five minutes-- just five minutes, that's all I ask-- and if I don't convince you, I'll be out of your life forever.

Three minutes.

These people don't know what they're looking at, but we do.

This is the future.

One day, folk will be popping over the Channel for lunch without thinking anything of it, all because one man had the courage and the daring to do it first.

Let me ask you something.

What did it feel like to be up there, in the clouds, all alone?

I thought I was going to die, Monsieur.

That is what I thought.

How do you say... a squall blew up, the clouds came down, and for ten minutes I could see nothing.

I was flying blind.

Flying blind.

Go on... (chuckles) It was strange.

The wind was tossing me about like a leaf.

But you know, I was quite calm.

Uh-huh.

I was in the hands of fate, monsieur.

And then the clouds cleared, and I could see a place to land.

And here I am.

That must have been one hell of a feeling, totally lost in the empty space, flying blind.

I know that feeling.

I do.

(chuckles) Flying blind.

We have a deal.

No, I cannot work like this!

And I will not!

Ah, Monsieur Mr. Leclair, always a pleasure.

How are things going?

It's over.

I won't work with that man any more.

Henri, what's the matter?

Simply, I've had enough.

I come to you, you are chief of staff, I tender my resignation.

I leave for Paris this evening.

Henri!

Henri!

Ground floor.

Henri, please... Henri!

Henri, stop!

(breathing heavily) Tell me what happened.

What happened?

This morning, he humiliates me in front of his mistress, when he knows I am in the right!

And now this great exhibition I must build, just to make him look good.

Well, you know what?

This time he has gone too far.

Let him see how he gets on without me.

He's been rough on everyone today, and you've simply had the worst of it.

He shows no gratitude, no appreciation.

Yes, Henri, he does.

You should hear the way he talks about you.

He'll tell anyone you're a genius, that you're worth your weight in gold, and you are.

He should tell it to me.

I absolutely agree, and he will, I know it, before the end of the day.

No, he will not, because I will not be here.

I will be gone.

Wait, Henri, wait.

Wait until you've calmed down a little.

Sleep on it, would you do that?

For me.

Because I'd hate to lose a brilliant colleague and a good friend.

(sighs) All right, for you, I'll wait until tomorrow.

Now, you got to pay attention, George, because I'm going to tell you about the special deliveries.

Is this a joke again?

No, no, no, no.

This one is deadly serious.

Mostly the goods go in the green vans, but every so often the blue van comes in for the specials.

So if I say to you "special delivery" or "special," you put it in the blue van, because it'll be for urgent express delivery, probably for one of the directors or such like.

And they like to keep it private, so we don't tell no one about the specials.

Understand?

I'm trusting you now, George.

I can trust you, can't I?

Yeah, you can trust me, Alf.

Good boy.

Well, that's your first day done.

See you tomorrow, 8:00 sharp!

Carry on, ladies.

Oh, you gave me a fright!

How's my best girl, then?

Busy.

And I'm not your best girl.

You know we're not supposed to... Oh, come on.

I thought we might have a cup of tea together when they let you go.

No, not tonight, I've got to get home.

What for?

Family business.

Private.

All right.

Another night then, eh?

Maybe.

Oh, Victor, you shouldn't have!

These must have cost an awful lot.

Well, they would have if I'd paid for them.

You stole them?

Little perk of the job, you might say.

Shame you'll have to eat them on your own now.

And next time, I won't take no for an answer.

Night.

Ladies.

Ooh, Agnes.

I really think he's sweet on you.

I wouldn't let him go if I were you.

He's got lovely big brown eyes... Lovely long legs...

Bet he's got lovely strong arms too.

Give you a lovely squeeze, he could.

Come on Agnes, give us one of your chocs.

(gasps) Truffles, my favorite!

Kitty, you've got such a cheek!

(giggling) "Calais Dover Selfridges."

That's the headline.

"The Bleriot airplane, which flew the Channel yesterday, "is on view, free of charge, on our ground floor.

"The public is invited to see this wonderful epoch-making machine."

We want it in all the papers.

Go to it!

(groans) (sighs) I was afraid we'd miss our Tuesday night, what with the chief working us so late.

(sighs) Oh, that's good.

I'm still worried about Miss Towler.

I think we can trust her.

Strange little thing though, isn't she?

You'd think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, but I reckon she knows the score.

She keeps her mouth shut; her brother has a nice little job in the loading bay.

If it were to come out, we'd both lose our jobs.

I keep thinking she'll follow you home one day and tell your wife.

Oh my God, don't say that.

No, she wouldn't do that.

What could she possibly gain by that?

Anyway, let's not allow her to ruin our evening.

This is about you and me, no one else.

Oh, Roger.

I do live for these precious hours together.

My darling Josie.

Be careful!

That machine is worth a fortune!

(muttering): What a piece of junk.

SELFRIDGE: A piece of junk?

This is the work of a genius, a French genius, displayed by our very own French genius.

You are being very forthcoming with your compliments.

I presume you have spoken to Mr. Grove.

I have come to say sorry.

I have treated you abominably.

Yes, you did.

And you will again, no doubt, if I stay.

No one can spin straw into gold like you.

You are the best.

That's why I brought you with me from Chicago.

I know this.

And you are the best at what you do.

But one day you will push me too far.

Then you will be sorry.

Now, if you would please leave me to my work.

Now, there's nothing to worry about, George.

he's not like he used to be and it's only for a few days.

You said we'd never have to see him again.

Yes, well... (door opening) Here they are, the workers of the world!

All right, Dad.

They make you work late at that place!

We had to, there's a special exhibition coming off.

Got a few things in for you, so you can do our tea, Aggie.

Your Mrs. Payne was very accommodating.

I think she's took quite a fancy to me.

Well, people often do at first.

Georgie.

Got yourself a job.

Wonders will never cease, eh?

(laughing) How was it, son?

All right.

They said I was a strong lad.

Strong lad, is it?

Well, here we are.

Our little family, all together again.

LOVE: Who is it?

Harry.

Oh, I didn't mean to disturb you.

The day I've had, I tell you!

I've got your crazy Frenchman's flying machine at the store.

You fancy playing the aviatrix tomorrow?

You know I'd do anything for you, Harry.

So does this mean you're taking me flying?

We can't do it here, now.

Someone might come in.

I don't give a damn.

(squeals) (giggling) (door opening) Oh!

I beg your pardon.

Told you so.

Oh, don't worry, it was only Nancy.

Who might it be next time?

Well, we could always go to yours.

What do you suggest?

Goodnight, Ellen.

NEWSPAPER SELLER: Airplane in Selfridges, read all about it!

Here's your change, thank you.

Have a nice time.

(talking excitedly) I'm sorry that you haven't seen much of me the last few days.

Did you see any art?

I did, yes.

Any good?

I thought so, yes.

I don't think you'd have liked it as much as I did.

No?

But you enjoyed it though?

Yes, I enjoyed it.

Very much.

CRABB: Mr. Selfridge, Mrs. Selfridge.

What do you think now, Crabb?

A very impressive achievement, Mr. Selfridge.

Harrods and the rest of them must be empty because the entire world is at Selfridges!

Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present, here exclusively at Selfridges, the daredevil pilot, conqueror of the air, the human bird, Monsieur Louis Bleriot!

(applause) Thank you.

Thank you, it is a great honor to be here with you in London... Mrs. Selfridge.

Lady Mae.

Isn't this all quite delightful?

My, my, the Spirit of Selfridges is quite the thing.

Doesn't she look ravishing, draped over that contraption?

Your husband seems to think so, anyway.

I'm sure we all think so, Lady Mae.

Harry!

It's a triumph!

Mr. Selfridge, you're the talk of the town.

That's what I aim for.

It's so thrilling to be involved in it all.

Do you go boating, Mr. Selfridge?

You know, the gentleman rows, and the lady holds the tiller?

It's just a little bit of steering.

MAN: Can I have a suit, Mae?

Yes, Tony, you can have a suit.

(chuckles) Harry, I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little tired.

I think I'll just slip away.

What's the matter, Rose?

I'm fine, don't worry about me.

No, then stay!

I need to share this with you.

I'll see you at home.

Rose, don't go.

Hello, Victor.

I thought I'd come and collect you myself.

Do jump in.

I'm sorry, madam, to let you down, but I can't be with you this evening.

I've checked with my boss, and it's against company policy.

Sorry again.

Goodnight.

Meet the great man then, did you?

What a saint that man is.

And how fortunate you both are to be wage slaves in his grand emporium!

Well, we do think we're quite lucky, don't we George?

The thing is, it's the sort of place where you can get on, get promoted sort of thing.

Whereas the sort of place I work you're on a pathway to the gutter, is that what you mean?

No.

You know what I meant.

What about you, George?

You on a pathway to promotion too, are you?

I'm a good worker, I am.

(laughing) You're a joke.

You're a sniveling little halfwit.

You can't talk to me like that no more!

Oh.

Oh, can't I?

Really?

What are you going to do about it?

I'll show you!

Well, come on then!

Stop it!

Stop it!

I'm only kidding.

Only kidding.

LOVE: Oh, Nancy, be a dear.

(gasping and laughing) What is it?

It's my new home!

St. John's Wood!

That's ever so posh.

And all I had to do was give a little hint and flutter my eyelashes.

You had to do more than just that.

Well, you know what I mean.

Here's to making history.

(chuckles) How does it feel?

Feels good, Frank.

Feels great.

No, that's a lie.

Now that it's done, it feels like, "What was that?"

Have you ever felt like chucking it all in, Frank?

Just hurling yourself in front of a train?

Can't say I have, old boy.

Are you all right?

Just a passing thought.

Just a passing thought.

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