‘Mr. Selfridge’ Recap: Season 4, Episode 2

‘Mr. Selfridge’ Recap: Season 4, Episode 2
The Dolly Sisters (Emma Hamilton and Zoe Richards), Harry Selfridge (Jeremy Piven), and Frank Edwards (Samuel West) live the high life. ITV Studios Limited 2016 for MASTERPIECE.

Previously, on Mr. Selfridge: Nine years have passed since Season 3, so we have to spend a bunch of time catching up with everyone including Harry (massive gambler, womanizer now), Grove (single parenting a pack of uncontrollable teens after Miss Mardle left him to go be awesome in New York), Kitty and Frank (crazy rich now, apparently?), Rosalie (has adorable daughter, also cheating husband), Connie and George (are married, she’s pregnant) and Gordon (married Grace, has two kids and is constantly on the outs with his father). The best update of all however is that Lady Mae is back, and now working for Harry designing some kind of luxury ready to wear line. Harry takes a nasty fall off of some scaffolding and suddenly decides he needs to start like living in the now, or something. This translates to hooking up with the disreputable Dolly Sisters (two hot messes who regularly get drunk and talk about their sex lives in public), ignoring his mom’s advice to take it easy, and being irritated with his son for no reason other than he doesn’t want to admit he, personally, is getting older.

There’s a lot more stuff because the season premiere was almost two hours long (!?!), and you can read the recap right here.

Harry Continues to Make Poor Choices. The episode opens with Harry in bed with one of the Dolly Sisters and if I legitimately thought either of them were going to become actual fleshed out three-dimensional characters I might bother to learn their names or how to tell them apart. Alas, oh well. Anyway, Dolly #1 is trying to coerce Harry into coming to a party with her that night and he’s whining about how he has to go to a work event instead. He asks Dolly #1 to come with him as his date and offers to buy her a new outfit for the occasion, because Harry has no taste anymore. He also looks like he’s been on a three-week bender without sleeping and it’s bad enough that Violette mentions it to him when he finally wanders home again. Harry tells her he’s not about to take lessons on decorum from his own children, because of course he does. Violette just chastises him about the fact that the gossip rags are all full of stories about him and his poor decisions, which seem to regularly involve staying out all night and womanizing. Rosalie just looks on, sadly.