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From the low of night to the notion free, to the damp and to the rain of
City.
We come from the sun to live in the cold, I meant to wrap my watch, my
tree.
Let's keep the music sweet, wind up the western field.
If one applies the standard principle of supply and demand, one could observe
that Desmond's barbershop is an economic miracle.
Thank you, Matthew.
Well, the miracle is that it stays in business.
I beg your pardon?
Well, here we are on a Saturday morning, and your only customer in the last hour
has been burnt. I am not a customer. I am a friend.
Arrest my case.
If I say you're a customer, you're a customer.
You soon will be asking me to pay next.
Matthew, we have customers booked up for the whole of next week.
Oh, you haven't?
Your next appointment's not until the last Tuesday of this month. How do you
know that? I read it right here. Look at that!
What do we do today?
What? Not any morning at Oxford Street.
Conditioning. Ah, I saw you back.
Oh, hi, Mum.
Oh, it's a dangerous business to shut up like this.
One minute, your purse strings are pulled so tight, not even the sight of a
vicar's collection box could prise it open.
And then a sign appears saying, sale ends tomorrow.
And bankruptcy starts today.
So what happened to that just a pair of shoes that you went out to buy, Miss
Thrifty? We had to get out there to go with it.
We've looked upon our purchases as being sound investment, Mrs Ambrose.
Power dressing, that's what it's about nowadays, Mum.
Look, clock this.
Wearing that, Gloria, you can clinch a deal with me any time.
I'm not clinching no deals in my shop.
Especially with my daughter.
Well, listen, what if I told you that me and Louise have decided to go into
business together?
Eh? That's great.
Well, I'd say you should finish your education first.
Oh, you've got to be an entrepreneur nowadays, mother. You don't need A
for that. Just have to have a...
Good idea.
Which is a multifaceted total hair and body service based on and using only
organic and ozone -friendly products.
Now, that is a good idea. I'm impressed.
And we want to base it here and we want to specialise in men.
Men? Yeah, well, a man needs women like us to introduce him to moisturisers and
lotions that help make a woman.
And help make a good -looking man.
Take Lee, for example.
What's that, a stimp? Day and night.
Building them biceps. But what a body without a face.
Look, if it's customers you're looking for, you need look no further than moi.
little help from ye olde dressy foot will have you girls busy till Christmas.
You see what's going on here, Popeye? I make her brother a sleeping partner, now
the whole family wants to jump into bed with me.
What glory, huh?
This is just a plain and simple barbershop. And what is a barbershop? A
where plain and simple men come to be groomed. I don't come here to be
That is plain to see.
Everyone loves to be pampered. I mean, don't. You must love to be pampered
sometimes. No, you just tickle him.
Stop that. You just tickle him. Stop that.
All right, all right, all right. You can never try a run next Saturday. That is
if your mum agrees.
Well. I hope your baby's big enough.
We'll provide a clientele, won't we, Lee?
Clientele? That is my middle name.
Our business proposal is in there.
It won't take you more than ten minutes to read. We've thought about it and we
know what we're doing, don't we?
And you think that starting up a men's beauty salon in one of London's poorest
boroughs is commercially viable, do you?
And here's a sample of the kind of product we'll be using.
I'm sorry, little sister. I can't see hordes of peckermuth queuing up outside
Desmond's for my new jars of elderflower eye gel.
Come.
Sorry to interrupt you, sir. That's quite all right, Mandy. I think we're
finished here.
Finished? Yeah, we haven't started reading it yet. If you'll excuse me,
I do have matters a little more urgent than schoolgirl fantasies to attend to.
Schoolgirl? You'll want to try some of that stuff, Michael. It might help the
excess baggage under your eye that's blocking your vision.
What
is
it with my family? They seem to think that because I work in a bank, I'm a
source of double as their personal cash dispenser. I mean, none of them even has
an account with us.
I'm sorry, Mandy.
What was it you wanted? Just your signature. Oh, and that report. Mr.
Parkinson's getting a little impatient, to say the least. Well, it is what he
does best.
You've signed that once already, sir. What?
Oh, yeah. So you're right. Well spotted, Mandy. Sir, if you don't mind me
saying, I really think we should try and relax.
Huh? What with all these interruptions and perfect Parkinson breathing down my
neck? Ah!
A ray of sunshine at last.
Gabriella's of Kensington.
is celebrating five years of fun and frolics with yet more fun and frolics,
cordially invites you and the guests to join us for champagne... Um, that's, um,
that's mine, actually, sir. Huh?
Yours?
Oh.
You at Gabriella's, huh?
Secretary by day, wild child by night, huh?
Sounds like it'll be a good do. If it does, rather. They've hired a 17th
-century manor house out in Wiltshire.
Wouldn't it be needy to have the party at the club?
No, Gabriella hates Kensington.
You know, Mandy, you were right. I should try and relax a bit.
Perhaps I should take a long weekend.
What do you think? It might be an idea, sir.
How far's Wiltshire?
You don't mean to suggest you come with me?
Well, the invitation does say you and a guest. Yes, well, I might have already
chosen my guest.
Oh, come on, Mandy, you can't take Philip to a do -like. He'll stick out
sore thumb.
In fact, my advice would be to take the sore thumb and leave Philip at home.
At least the sore thumb's got a better sense of rhythm.
I suppose if you don't mind being interrogated at some point by estranged
relatives from my family, Gabrielle's deranged in -laws, and my father.
They can't be any worse than my backing group. Parents are all the same.
Disapproving, yes.
But I'm not sure that Daddy would approve at all of me going out with an
man.
OK, Matthew, now.
Scalp massage, facial rub, pore cleansing. Which would you choose out of
list? Well, I think I'll have my pores done first.
Is this serious?
Oh, no.
Well, let's see.
Special delivery for Ambrose and Dixon Vanity Mart, child.
What did you bring into my premises? I hope it's not any knock -off good stays,
would I?
Yes.
I'll show you what I've got, right? This is it.
A luxurious skin cleanser with extracts of coconut, apricot and jojoba.
Helps to moisturise your skin, leaving it feeling soft and silky. Hmm, I could
do with some of that.
Natural hair sheen.
£5 .95.
I thought natural was something you'd pick from a tree or get from all to the
ground. Who would want to pay £6 for something you can get from your own back
garden? There's...
This stuff comes from places a bit more tropical than sunny South London, mate.
It's all the way from Jojobia.
Yeah, and five rose petals in a pretty jar is worth more than 300 in a fawny
bush, Dad.
Well, it might be. You could dress your hair for nothing, just a little beer rum
and spring water for a Saturday night out.
Rum in your hair?
All the men back home used to dress their hair with it.
That's revolting. All the women loved it.
I wouldn't say that exactly.
I mean, in them days, running your finger through a man's hair was a risky
business. You spent half the evening taking up stories to tell your mother.
the smell was a dead giveaway.
Still, it was a risk you were prepared to take.
Sometimes.
Staying for supper, Louise? Oh, no, thank you. I've got some studying to do
tonight. Oh, reading up on marketing techniques, eh? Look, take a tip from
someone who knows, right? Don't listen to him, Louise.
You're not going to learn much from a man who can't even pronounce hoba.
Honey, don't go offloading any dodgy goods on my daughter, you hear?
Cheryl, cross my heart, I don't want to die.
It's on the other side.
What? Your heart is on the other side, Lee.
Oh, there's not much chance of you unloading any things on us unless you're
giving it away.
Well, what happened? I thought you had it all sorted.
Oh, not exactly. We went to see Michael, but he was in such a bad mood, he trod
on us like ants.
Would you use this, Lee?
What's that?
Oh, moisturiser? Yeah. Got six bottles of that in my bathroom cabinet.
Yeah, it smells like something else.
What do you mean?
Well, I'll give you a clue. It's mild and it's green. And it's for hands that
dishes.
Oh, no.
Rajni's must have got the orders mixed up. Don't worry, Lee. We can't even
afford it. We'd be better off making our own stuff. No, look.
This one's made from tried and tested thousand -year -old recipes.
Oh, yeah, for tried and tested thousand -year -old faces.
Yeah. Oh, good.
I must try some on pork pie.
My
arms
are seizing up. How many more of these have we got to do?
Stop whinging, woman. Just think, one day we'll be able to pay someone really
badly to do all this.
you set your alarm for 2am?
Well, because I set it for 2am, sis.
There's a film I want to watch. Ain't the video working?
Well, yeah, but ain't the same as seeing it live, you know?
Sean, the TV's over there.
Yeah, I know.
I was just thinking.
What was you thinking, Sean?
Well, I was just thinking that you two are completely off your supermarket
vehicles. I mean, who in their right mind is going to pay to have you
them with gunge?
What is that stuff, anyway?
Yeah. Try some.
Oh,
you love your acne.
Haven't you finished yet?
Nearly, on the last batch.
I hope we weren't disturbing you, Mr. Ambrose. Oh, no, no, no. I was just
wondering when the wheels of industry were going to stop turning or churning
whatever it is they do.
You mean you've come to have a nose?
No, no, I was just thinking, this new enterprise might be just the thing we
to stir up trade.
This may be the future of the family business we're looking at here.
Well, in that case, many hands make light work, Dad.
Ah.
Do I get paid overtime?
Of course not.
This family comes under the heading of cheap labour.
You see, this girl will go far.
What is this boy doing up at this hour?
What? Go get in your bed.
But I'm watching the film, ma 'am.
Well, you can finish watching it in your sleep.
But, ma 'am... Good night, John.
Night, John!
Wait a minute.
Y 'all gonna be doing this in my kitchen every weekend?
Oh, no, no. This is just a temporary arrangement, Cheryl.
You see all them big businesses today?
A lot of them started just like this. A handful of dedicated workers slaving
away in a small back room.
Yes? Well, I wonder just how dedicated these two are going to be by the end of
the month.
Oh, Mama, no one executive suit isn't going to turn me into Anita Ruddick
overnight. But I act what we are, serious about all this. You see, Cheryl?
Dedication and determination.
The girl in the chip off the old block. You are looking at the future of the
Ambrose dynasty, Desmond and daughter.
Keep stirring, Dad.
Desmond and daughter.
I mean, I can't see my son running the family business.
I mean, it calls to someone with imagination and flair, of which my son
Michael's got none.
There'll be tears before bedtime, Desmond. What we calling this skin
Skin cleanser? I thought I saw Sean making sandwiches with this this
the laundry, you're going to have much use for that. You don't know the saying,
black don't crack.
Morning, Des, Cheryl.
Morning. Girl.
Morning.
It's getting on for midday.
Yeah, look, sorry, Des, yeah, we had a bit of a late night last night, you know
how it is. I don't pay you to have late nights, I pay you to cut hair, Desmond.
Yeah, all right, Des. Look, I'm sorry I overstepped. It won't happen again, I
promise. Well, I should hope not.
Now, there's a lesson here for you, Gloria.
Never let your... Your employees take advantage of your good nature. Always
them know who's in charge.
In that way, you maintain a good level of respect.
Is that so?
Dad, don't tell Tony off. He's been working overtime this week, sorting out
publicity.
So come on, then. Is there anyone in Peckham who hasn't heard of the vanity
merchandise?
Oh, what, you mean clientele?
Yeah, Lee. You know, anyone interested, available, loaded.
Yeah.
Look, put this poor girl out of her misery. Is Graham likely to be popping
any time today?
Now, look, girl, I've got to come clean with you. I haven't actually had a
chance to contact... No, Graham.
Did you tell Leo?
Yeah, yeah. Left a very firm message on his answer phone.
What, is he back from Australia, then?
Tony, I don't like what I'm hearing.
Look, Glor, I haven't been out all week. My phone's been cut off. Did you say a
word to anyone, the milkman?
Get back! Get back!
Fight my way through these customers.
Popeye, you never heard of anything called tact?
So how's business?
We filed our publicist. Not bad for the first day, eh?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Sharon, any chance of some toast?
No. No tea, no toast.
This beauty business is eating us out of house and home.
You have to wait till I come back from the shops, Popeye.
My belly echoing like an empty aircraft hangar.
Well, if you're hungry, you can always heat up some of that face fat they have
there.
Mark's well. I don't see we've got any other use for it.
Well, I've got a ceiling that needs repairing.
You need to advertise.
You should have put an ad in the local paper.
No, we would if we had the finances.
Yeah, listen, Lee.
What do you say we go down the pub, mate?
Oh, what, for a swift off? No, no, no, no, no. Get some customers.
Oh, yeah, right.
You know, Desmond, I think my hands can do with a manicure.
They're looking a bit tatty. Oh, well, that's the sort of thing I like to hear.
If you care to step this way, sir.
Louise, I've brought you a preparation we use in West Africa.
My auntie Tracy Marie swears by it. What is it, a skin lightener?
Certainly not.
It's a beautiful soap made from dried plantain peel.
Dried plantain peel?
Yes. You see, we in the underdeveloped countries have been using natural
ingredients for years.
It's nice to see the rest of the world waking up to our ways.
Is this what keeps you looking so young, Matthew?
Nope. He's just underdeveloped.
I bet it's not as good as that Fanny T. Mercer's face pack special.
I bet it is.
I bet it isn't. I bet there's only one way to find out. Come this way, Matthew.
You know,
Mandy, I've been thinking.
Oh, makes a change, sir.
Spitz, I'm coming to this do with you. I think you calling me sir is a little
old -fashioned.
Well, I'm an old -fashioned girl, sir.
Look, what I mean is, I think we should drop the formalities.
Drop them, sir? Look, Mandy, I'm being serious.
I think the time has come for you to call me Michael.
Sir, you know what they say.
Familiarity breeds... Yes, go on.
Well, that's it.
Familiarity breeds...
Mother? Can I come in? Of course.
Mandy, meet my mother.
Mandy's my secretary. Let me help you, Mr. Mandel. Oh, thank you, Mandy.
I'll be next door if you need me, Michael.
So? Well, not very cheerful, is it? Mother, this is a bank, not Disneyland.
Michael, you haven't popped round to the shop lately.
Well, I've been tired up here, and we work Saturdays now, as you can see.
yeah.
You're looking a bit tired, you know, Michael.
You sure you're not doing too much?
Mother, what's this about?
It's your father.
I think he's finally losing his marbles.
What do you mean?
He's got it into his head that Gloria is going to carry on the family business.
He's not serious.
He is serious?
Well, you know, Gloria and Louise started this little sideline.
What, the idea they came to me with? Yes. Now he's talking about the Ambrose
dynasty and future generation. But I'm the Ambrose dynasty.
Look, I'll come round to the shop. Good.
I just don't want him to get too upset.
Mandy? Yes, Michael?
I'll be off now, OK? So I guess I'll see you at Fred's around six?
OK, fine.
Mandy? Yes, Michael?
What to wear?
To suit or not to suit?
No, not a suit.
Huh?
What's wrong with my suit?
Well, it makes you look a bit middle -aged.
Well, if we're going to attract this quality of customer glow, we'll have to
adjust their whole media profile.
Yeah, reorientate our target into executive care.
Attract the vain and the rich.
The mobile phonies.
The vanity merchants present.
Ta -da!
Puppy hour!
Yeah,
it's fine.
Can you do anything about the chins?
Sure.
All right, all right, just checking the quality of the work.
Yo, Matthew!
Just a couple in this.
By that time, hopefully, his face will have dissolved.
Papa, let me see what Louise did to your hands.
You know, the last time I had a manicure was 1965.
Only it was an accident.
You see, I was trying to prize a shilling out of an electric meter so I
enough money to take my girlfriend to a dance.
But it took me three hours and ruined all my nails.
Then this woman had the nerve to turn around and say she's not going to any
dance with any man who chew his nails.
Teas and toast.
Courtesy of Desmond and daughter.
And wife.
What's this and daughter bit?
This can come off now, Matthew.
Ah,
Matthew. Reconstituted Ninja Turtle.
With suntan.
You know, this really is rejuvenating. My skin feels all...
sensations you're going to feel when I tell you how much we're going to charge
you. We?
What's this we bit?
Well, we are a family business.
It's our idea, not yours.
And I'm not Anne's daughter, thank you very much. I'm Gloria Ambrose,
entrepreneur. And what happened to Dixon?
Oh, yeah, sorry, lovely. Well, look here, young lady. You use my shop, you
my employees, you use my muesli, you use my mango juice. You're always the same,
ain't you, Dad? You don't support anybody's idea until you've taken it
Well, we're going to stand on our own two feet, aren't we?
Four feet.
Four feet.
You know, this price list needs restructuring. Oh, yeah, another man
in. I thought you didn't care for schoolgirl fantasy.
Fine, if you don't want top -quality financial advice.
Michael! Well, we did, but we don't now.
OK. Mother, father, I'll be off.
I'm off for a weekend in the country. I trust we won't be hearing any more about
Desmond and the daughter.
I don't think so.
All right, listen up, listen up. We have found some new customers.
Yeah, you're right. The pick of youth do need a bit of help.
Come in, boys.
Well, we would like to lose a boat.
Partier.
Yeah, well, boys, it's good, but it's not that good.
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