Original subtitles

Alright, ladies, let's create the best-dressed women in Sydney.

He's got his eye on you.

Tell me you're not trying to make your way into sales

by letting MacKenzie... appreciate you.

I don't want to stay in the loading dock forever.

Did you read my articles? The ones I left on your desk?

Uh, remind me? Bikini Wars.

Lisa, girls like you, guys like me are not meant for each other.

I'm a budding journalist.

I want you out of here before I get home from work.

You and your son!

George Szombathelyi. It's nice to meet you.

Hello, Fay.

Not a single day has passed

where I haven't bitterly regretted letting you go.

I'm sorry your boutique hasn't worked out.

There's an opening in shoes.

Mrs Szombathelyi's continued undermining of my authority

is an impediment to the improvements I have promised you.

Your latest gown made it in the social pages.

I was lied to - Mrs Charlotte Egan has my dress!

Goode knows we make copies - we have to stop!

The lookbook - give it to me! I'm taking it back.

There's a scuff here on the cover.

And an ink smudge which indicates...

Someone has copied it.

I'd wager it's the same someone who made the copy of our gown.

♪ Goddess on the mountaintop

♪ Burning like a silver flame

♪ The summit of beauty and love

♪ And Venus was her name

♪ She's got it

♪ Yeah, baby, she's got it

♪ I'm your Venus, I'm your fire

♪ At your desire

♪ Well, I'm your Venus

♪ I'm your fire

♪ At your desire

♪ Venus

♪ She's got it

♪ Yeah, baby, she's got it... ♪

Somebody is copying our most expensive designer gowns,

and doing it extremely well.

Has there been another incident?

No-one admits to purchasing imitation Goodes exclusives,

but every customer I've sounded out accuses some woman she knows

of wearing fakes.

And there's my lookbook.

If the latest fashions were to appear at society occasions

before Goodes had them available...

Disaster!

Could anyone untoward have been in your office, MacKenzie?

I should think not.

Might it be a member of staff?

Why would an employee steal the Goodes lookbook?

They could be spying for the competition

or moving on to their own boutique.

At Harrods, management performed occasional audits of staff lockers.

I-I-I couldn't, erm, enter the ladies' locker room

and go through their intimate, erm...

However, you could give the master key to Mrs Ambrose.

The catalogue shoot this week will give Mrs Ambrose

ample opportunity to be discreet.

I'm afraid you're not a six.

I think I know my own shoe size.

Six and a half?

Seven, but put it in a six box. Sh.

Christina, he sounds fun. And he has all these rules.

Like we never go back to his place.

I'm not allowed to call him at home.

I've usually got a sixth sense for the married ones,

but, you know, he's a foreigner.

They're harder to read.

You've been there, with a continental?

My husband is Hungarian.

Then you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Thank you, ladies, we're finished here.

Mrs Janosi, Miss Mansour,

Ladies' Cocktail needs to be back in order

before the first customer arrives.

Miss Miles, please help Miss Szombathelyi

remove her stock from the department.

Yes, Mrs Ambrose.

Mrs Szombathelyi,

are you sure this extra work for the catalogue

is not too much for you?

Au contraire, Mrs Ambrose. I relish in being part of the team.

Mm.

MacKenzie has outdone himself.

Perhaps Don's lighting will save the day.

The Wolf's refusing to shoot.

He's in studio two, being Man Ray.

Can I look? Come.

Look to the side.

Eyes back to the camera. Reduce the lid.

Yes! Hold it. That's it.

Hello!

Don.

Look, but don't touch.

Lisa does not require your appraisal,

professional or otherwise.

So the rumours are true, hmm?

You're in Shoes.

People must be living very dull lives

if they're discussing my position at Goodes.

I'm no longer head of Model Gowns.

Well, nothing official, I just like your opinion.

Mm.

Come on, Mags.

What are you thinking?

It's the hat, Don. Too much?

Much too little.

Lisa, help me out.

It is just as important to conceal as it is to reveal.

OK...

Hold that, and...

Mwah!

God love old Ireland!

Where did this come from?

I want sweetness and light,

not night at the bordello.

Oh, you mean the peep show on pier one next door?

Bathing suits are a family garment.

At Goodes, we sell swimwear to mothers and children.

Well, you and I clearly hang out in very different circles.

The women I know wear swimsuits to express themselves.

And they're not saying I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts.

Those women do not shop at Goodes.

Are you sure about that?

I just did a swimwear shoot for Lilian Australia.

Weimar-themed.

Very sophisticated.

Cheri St Claire does not dictate the fashion choices of my store.

More's the pity.

Haven't you got shoes to sell?

And are you also from Shoes, Miss Mouse?

No, Mr MacKenzie.

Lisa Miles. Ladies' Cocktail.

Then back to Ladies' Cocktail you go.

Wait.

You promised me an assistant, Mac.

Someone who knows the stock.

Fine. I'll send in Miss Carruthers from the buying department.

I want...

...Lisa.

Thank you.

Get me the hat, please, Lisa.

Yes.

Thank you.

Angela, are you OK?

Yes.

We're about to open.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

Amazing.

Hidden talents!

You could do illustrations for a magazine.

You have to do it.

Don Holloway is the best fashion photographer in Australia.

I could use the money, but Elias says he's a wolf.

Just because a man's a wolf

doesn't mean a girl has to be a lamb.

Danuta?

Magda!

Danuta, everybody has feet.

Let me see it in the light.

Go on, spread it out.

This will do nicely.

I've ordered some samples I'd like your opinion on.

Come to my office on your break.

Not sure I have time, Mr MacKenzie.

Make the time.

Do you think we should have a woman's eye

on the presentation of a lady's swimwear?

You're not sissy enough?

In the past, Magda...

Magda, who works in Shoes?

She ran Model Gowns for many years.

And the top designers set the trends for everyone...

Are you teaching me to suck eggs, Mr Khalil?

I wouldn't presume.

Good afternoon.

Ah!

The sanctum sanctorum.

And you are our very own High Priestess.

There is a fly in the ointment at Goodes,

and her name is Magda.

Here you go.

Adele is one of our most distinguished frocks.

As close to Hartnell as one will get in Sydney this season.

It is very beautiful, but...

Mrs Drummond?

It makes me look a bit like his mother.

Ah.

Mrs Drummond Sr only wears Hartnell.

She is, of course, one of the most elegant women in Sydney.

You're right, Mrs Ambrose.

I'm sure she will approve.

I need your help.

Holloway said a girl from Ladies' Cocktail

was assisting him.

That'll be me.

So...

Ah!

Lock the door, Elsie.

Ooh, saucy.

I knew you'd like them.

Does Mr Ryder know you're going to be stocking these at Goodes?

Perish the thought.

But the salesman had such a naughty sparkle in his eye,

I said yes to sampling his briefs.

I'm sure you did.

Try them on.

Try them on.

Now, don't be shy, Elsie.

Pretend you're at the bath house.

Perhaps I should give you a hand.

Mr MacKenzie?

Um, Mr Holloway has asked for this hat to be returned

to the studio.

Come with me.

Hello. Hello. Gucci Swimwear?

Yes. How can I help?

I'm calling from Goodes for consignment number AJ47053.

The capri brief samples?

Mr MacKenzie would like to place an order for 12 cartons.

A dozen cartons?

That's right, cartons.

Yeah. All sizes.

Just black and white? Oh, not at all.

Mr MacKenzie loves the colours. OK.

The more vivid the better. Really?

Uh-huh. I'll make it a priority.

That's right. Great.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Thank you!

Ah, Mrs Drummond!

Magda, you're... back. What are you...?

I'm guiding women's fashion choices from the ground up.

Oh, wonderful.

I, erm, I just bought a dress

and I need a pair of shoes to go with it.

Oh, may I? Please.

Mm.

Oh, you don't like it?

No, no, no.

Adele is a lovely frock, but for a much older woman.

You're young.

You've got a figure like Ava Gardner.

Why cover it up with a gown your mother-in-law would wear?

Oh, she's obsessed with Hartnell.

It's her signature.

But you're more suited for a younger look

with a smaller waist and perhaps a lower neckline, yeah?

Oh! Thank you, Magda.

Charles does defer to her judgement.

My dear, in his heart of hearts, he'd be delighted

if you look nothing like his mother.

Come.

The other garments will be delivered to your house this afternoon.

It's been a pleasure to serve you, Mrs Mills.

Ah.

Mrs Drummond, back so soon? Yes.

Look, I was just picking out some shoes,

and I've realised the Adele might be a bit old for me.

Shoes?

Magda wisely suggested some alternatives.

The Lilou, Alampe.

She said you'd know the ones.

How very considerate of her.

Come with me.

Thank you.

I understand, it can be hard to accept when one is superseded.

Give me the courtesy of looking at me when I'm speaking to you,

Mrs Szombathelyi.

You were comfortable in Model Gowns without the challenge of raising

the standard of the whole department.

I built Model Gowns.

I placed it in the heart of Goodes.

And you walked away.

My clients come to me for an experience.

I listen to all their needs. I don't just look at their shape.

Her husband is a bully.

Her husband is paying for the gown.

Do you think women will keep coming back

if they only find what they have found in the past?

We are here not to give our ladies what they want, Mrs Ambrose.

We are here to give them what they need.

Excuse me, but do these come in beige?

They do, but they also come in cherry red,

which I think you can carry off beautifully.

I'd love to continue our tete a tete, Mrs Ambrose,

but I have a customer.

Who benefits?

That's what I ask myself.

Who would gain some advantage from taking away knowledge

of next season's range?

Did Mr Ryder authorise you to search my locker?

I've been authorised to search all the lockers.

Janosi Transport.

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

It's for you. Thank you.

Rudi? Hello, Fay.

Mr Marlow.

Sounds like we're both looking for your husband.

Why?

Why are you looking for Rudi?

Rudy and I are considering doing some business together.

That doesn't feel like a very good idea.

Oh, but it is.

Janosi has a rapidly expanding trucking business,

and I have frozen foods that need moving.

Then I think you should call him at the office.

He's not there. He's not here.

Well, please ask him to call Hexham Frozen Foods and ask for me.

Uh, Rudi wanted me to tell you he's going to be working late.

But not at the office?

Uh, seems not, no.

I'm happy to stay here if you want me to.

No, no, no. You go out.

OK.

Right!

Councils are fining women for wearing bikinis on the beach.

They've got beach inspectors with measuring tapes,

enforcing modesty.

Half a page - easy.

But with a great image, it could be a full page spread.

Petra and I were thinking maybe crossed over wrists,

bound in a bikini like handcuffs.

Lisa submitted something similar on this.

Naturally, you didn't come up with an original idea.

Lisa's research was invaluable.

I'll be able to use quite a bit of it in my article.

Your article?

Lisa's was a bit strident.

Women's emancipation, etc.

It's actually the creeping power of the fascist state.

The working man should be able to go to a public beach

and see the beautiful female figure as it is,

and these Puritans are taking it away from us.

I see that.

It's an excellent first attempt, though. Really.

Thanks.

You work at Goodes, so you can get us bikinis for the photoshoot?

Sure. Good.

I'll bring the models and my artist's eye.

Of course you will, Clive.

Right.

Belle Reve...

Randall residents. Mr Randall.

Yes? Yes, this is Mrs Szombathelyi.

Good evening, Mrs Szombathelyi.

Yeah, I was wondering, um, if you've leased the shop yet.

Uh, no, I haven't, but there is interest.

Oh, good. So I still may sign the lease?

Your husband may sign.

That's what I meant, yes.

My husband will sign the lease, naturally.

Is there anything else? Yes.

Um, I'll send Stefan down later in the week.

When a lady comes to Goodes for a gown,

she is seeking an experience.

There should be a fragrance in the air,

a bouquet of the loveliest blooms.

Soft lighting, gently guiding hand.

She should hear music.

Music?

That grand piano stands elegant but unloved.

Yes, but that is only used for special occasions.

When a lady buys a model gown, it's a special occasion.

Yes...

A young pianist happens to be staying with Mrs Janosi at present.

I could ask to see if he'd be available.

Oh, you know best, Mrs Ambrose.

Um...

Mr MacKenzie believes

that there is a problem with a member of staff.

Mr MacKenzie and I share a unified vision

for fashion at Goodes.

And Magda does not?

It'd be such a shame to let her go.

Yes.

Sold your hat, I see.

One of the brighter blokes in the loading dock has it on layby.

Eighth floor?

MacKenzie's asked me to model some samples.

Don't do it.

Once he gets your trousers down, there'll be no saving you.

There's a traineeship coming up in menswear.

And has he specifically said he'll give you this job?

Get out here.

Go back to the loading dock.

Be careful.

The lookbook? You found it on the train?

Lying on a seat.

We didn't think it had left the premises.

Why didn't you tell us immediately?

I didn't want to get Mr MacKenzie in trouble.

The lookbook was on the train to Epping.

Right.

Oh.

Mr Conroy, please dress yourself and return to the loading dock.

Mr Khalil says he found your lookbook on the Epping train.

It was he who returned it to your office.

That doesn't explain who took it. You live in Epping.

I haven't caught a train since the war.

The chief buyer for Goodes can hardly be seen

catching public transport.

I catch the train.

I do apologise, Mr Ryder.

I can promise you it will not happen again.

I should hope not.

You're right.

It's hideous.

Don hates it.

He was shooting through gritted teeth today.

Oh, he's Don now, is he?

I can hardly call him The Wolf.

What do you think?

Is it me?

Please don't ever wear that in public.

You don't strike me as a beach girl.

It's for a photoshoot.

A private photoshoot. With Don the Wolf?

No, for Honi Soit.

To go with my article on the Bikini Wars.

Well, that article I...researched.

Are you seriously going to wear that in front of boys?

Come with me. To the beach.

What? No. Seriously.

I'll never have the courage if you don't.

Good.

I'll let you assist on Holloway on Monday.

All day.

It's evening wear...

Goodnight, ladies. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

No? It's cute.

Me? Yeah.

No. Absolutely not.

If you're gonna steal from work,

why not steal something you might actually wear?

We're not stealing. Borrowing.

And I am going to wear it.

They're samples from the catalogue shoot.

She'll have them back by Monday.

And who gave you permission to borrow a new season's stock?

Nobody will find out.

They won't if I don't tell them.

You wouldn't.

I just need them for a uni thing.

At the beach.

Great.

You can take George.

Oh, piano Ge... Magda's stepson?

I need some time alone with Rudi

and George needs to get out and see a bit of Sydney.

You going to this uni thing too?

If Lisa lets me take her place assisting The Wolf.

Marlow, what are you doing here?

I had to see you.

Hearing your voice on the phone was not enough.

I told you, I am happily married.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

Except I don't know if you are happy, Fay.

God, I have missed you so much.

I've missed us.

No, Marlow.

No.

♪ I don't know why

♪ But I'm feeling so sad

♪ I long to try something I have never had

♪ Never had no kissing

♪ Oh, what I been missing

♪ Oh, my lover man

♪ Where can you be?

♪ Some day we'll meet

♪ And you'll dry all my tears

♪ Then whisper sweet

♪ Little things in my ears

♪ Huggin' and a-kissin', baby.

♪ Ooh, what we're missing

♪ Oh, my lover man

♪ Where can you be?

♪ My lover man... ♪

You brought your camera?

Well, you never know your luck.

Petra, meet Angela.

Hi, Petra. Good to see you.

Mm.

Fay and Rudi must be keen for some alone time

to lend George their car.

I hope he doesn't drive on the wrong side of the road.

Hey, ladies. Hi.

Hi. Jump in the car.

Hi, George. Hi.

It's nice to see you again. Thanks for the lift.

Thanks for driving. No problem.

Hi. Hey.

You should've seen the top models and the outfits...

I'd love to see inside Don Holloway's studio.

I'll wait here! Yeah. Me too.

So is there like a changing room around here or...?

Yeah. It's hanging over your shoulder.

What do you mean? Your towel.

Here, watch me.

Ah!

Like around the wais, OK. Now you.

Literally, like, unbelievable. I know.

No camera equipment.

No bikini babes.

Hello?

Did you bring the bikinis? Oh.

Thank you.

Just those?

No, I...

There's others in here.

And then you do the same again.

And then it's just...

...one foot at a time.

Oh. Oh, no!

You just shimmy it on up.

Sort of. Oop!

Look at it.

Shimmy like a dance.

Now what?

Uh, you don't have to watch this bit.

No, really, I find it fascinating.

Ah, about bloody time!

Um, Richard.

It's council beach inspectors who fine the women, not policemen.

No, Clive And I think the police will convey the fascist nature

of the regime.

Alright, girls, get your gear off.

I shall set up the mise-en-scene.

This one's for you.

Costume girl came through with the goods!

I think Brigitte Bardot in Saint-Tropez.

We can't sign it.

What do you mean?

This is a different lease.

It says here that we must pay for utilities.

Power and water were included in the previous lease.

Power and water should be included. Yes.

And they want double the deposit.

It's too much.

Your rings.

Are you sure?

We traded in a bit of jewellery for something that I want.

You're still angry? Of course I am, Stefan.

You said you didn't need children.

When I wanted a child, it was never the right time.

First we were in the camp,

then we were building up your business.

It was never the right time.

And now it's too late.

I don't really remember this.

We were living in Budapest.

They called me Djurica,

which is like an endearing term for little George.

And then in Cuba, they called me Jorge.

In Miami, they just called me George.

And here, in Australia, they just call me 'mate',

which at least means friend, right? Yeah.

But if you say 'mate', it's like an insult.

If you're friends with someone, you'd call him 'you old bastard'.

Or something like that.

Done so soon?

It seems they only want me for my bikinis.

Good. Even from this distance,

the whole thing looks like a sordid mess.

Yeah, the way Clive was setting up the shot,

he's not going to get anything usable.

So why do you want to help those pendejos?

Tell them.

Dizzy den My brain went round...

I've had enough of this parochial backwater.

Australian girls are so uptight.

French or American girls would be gagging at the chance

to rip their clothes off for their photoshoot.

Jean Seberg didn't rip her clothes off in A Bout De Souffle.

You lot are hardly Jean Seberg.

And you're not Godard...

...or Truffaut or Chabrol.

And none of them make their actresses go nude.

Clive thinks he's Roger Vadim.

He wants to take girls in his hands like clay

and mould them into sex kittens.

Didn't take him long to work you out, Clive.

You're worse!

That story was Lisa's.

She came up with a story about the Bikini Wars.

You stole her idea.

Who is she again?

That's a good question, Clive. Who are you?

'Cause I know you're not Mick and Joey Mansour's sister.

Angela is the most authentic person I know.

You're pathetic pseudo intellectuals pretending to be worldly.

And she is truly and effortlessly sophisticated.

Well, what happened here?

D'you get hit by the French New Wave, mate?

Ah!

Do you want to go dance? Go on!

He's right, you know.

I lied to get the job.

Good. I'm glad you did.

If that's what it takes for someone as amazing as you

to get a job at Goodes, then we're lucky you're a great liar.

I was just about to start telephoning the hospitals.

I had the photoshoot, Mum.

For my articles that I researched.

It's almost midnight.

We had a few drinks afterwards.

At The Beat.

With that Angela girl?

Lisa, I don't understand.

How do you afford these things?

And alcohol? In a nightclub?

You girls aren't letting men buy your drinks, are you?

You just don't understand, Mum.

University is about so much more than handing in essays

and attending lectures.

This kind of thing is important.

You're right, young lady.

I don't understand.

Are you alright?

Don sent me to get ready for evening wear.

I just needed to get away from the gaggle.

Is there anything that I can help you with?

Sorry. Don't know where my head's at.

It's fine. Lisa can take the dresses back for you.

Do you think I'm a tart?

Oh...

No, of course not.

I think you're lovely.

I just seem to attract men who are just after a bit of fun.

Well, there's nothing wrong with a bit of fun.

I want more from life.

Every time I find a potential husband,

someone else has got there first.

Are all Hungarians such charming liars?

Beautiful day.

Excuse me.

Magda!

MacKenzie's been done for cottaging.

Come with me.

St James toilets.

Public indecency.

With the delivery boys.

Don! Change of plan.

We're moving to studio two.

Come.

What do you think, Mags?

It needs more.

More colour, more movement, you know.

Let's get to work.

♪ I know when to go out

♪ Know when to stay in

♪ Get things done

♪ I catch a paper boy

♪ But things don't really change

♪ I'm standing in the wind

♪ But I never wave bye-bye

♪ But I try

Hold it. That's it.

♪ I try

♪ There's no sign of life

♪ It's just the power to charm

♪ I'm lying in the rain

♪ But I never wave bye-bye

♪ But I try

♪ I try

♪ Never gonna fall for

♪ Walks beside me ♪ Modern love

♪ Walked on by ♪ Modern love

♪ Gets me to the church on time ♪ Church on time

♪ Terrifies me ♪ Church on time

♪ Makes me party ♪ Church on time

♪ Puts my trust in God and man

♪ Modern love

♪ Modern love... ♪

Christina, Christina, put your shoulders back.

Come on. Yes. A little more attitude.

Hold it.

Mrs Szombathelyi.

Would you accompany me to my office, please?

I see you've taken over the catalogue shoot.

Well, Mr Holloway and I believe that Mr MacKenzie is sending Goodes

into the wrong direction. Really?

For the survival of this store and for the good of our ladies,

we should be steering them into the future, not to play it safe

and call it tradition.

But Mr MacKenzie is... Living in the past!

Our motto, "Only at Goodes", once meant

you couldn't find your clothes any place else.

And now you find them in the back of your mother's wardrobe.

Mrs Ambrose supports Mr MacKenzie,

and she has come from Harrods.

But we are not Harrods.

And we are selling a new dream.

Mm...

Mr MacKenzie...

...will not be returning to Goodes.

Would you care to join me? No.

I prefer to be sober when I'm being fired.

Oh, good.

Because I'm offering you the position of chief buyer.

For a trial period.

Course. Where do you want to go?

I've just finished.

Mwah!

My trucker boyfriend does love me after all.

Um, I thought you might want to see it.

There's no by-line for you.

Not even for research.

Clive's photos were bad?

Complete disaster!

But ours will be amazing, I promise you.

OK.

So what are we doing?

We're gonna conceal to reveal.

You know, there's a shop in Redfern.

I don't know which one, but I will find it.

Tomorrow's a half day.

We'll stop our ladies from doing something they might later regret.

What is happening?

The clothes don't seem to fit right.

No, it's the swing tags.

Someone switched them on purpose.

Lipstick is not an accessory.

It is an accomplice.

I'm not going to let anything mess up my plans.

I won't mess up your plans, Angela.

I think he loves me.

But who are you in love with?

I never wanted you more.

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