All language subtitles for Are you being served - S03E07 - Shoulder to Shoulder

(register opening and closing)

- [Woman] Ground floor, perfumery,

stationary and leather goods.

Blinks and haberdashery,
kitchenware and food.

First floor, telephones,
guest-ready made suits,

shirts, socks, pies, hats...

- Captain Peacock?

Oh I have Mr. Rambold for you.

- There's no need for me to speak to him.

- He doesn't want to speak to you.

- Just tell him I want to see him.

- Hello?

Oh he's hung up.

- Oh dear, well get him again.

Just tell him he's wanted.

- Hello, Captain Peacock?

Oh I'm sorry, would you tell
him Mr. Rambold wants him?

Thank you.

- Now I need a file.

- Oh I think I've got one in here.

- From the filing cabinet!

- Oh sorry.

- Oh, see who that is, will you?

- Mr. Rambold's office.

Oh, it's Captain Peacock.

- Oh dear, well ask him what he wants.

- What do you want?

He wants to know what you want.

- I want him in here, not on the phone.

- Mr. Ramble doesn't
want you on the phone.

Oh.

- What is it?

- He's hung up again.

- I'm going to get very cross in a minute.

- I hope it's nothing I've done.

- Let's try again, shall we?

- Try what?

- Try to get Captain Peacock on the phone.

- But I thought you wanted him in here!

- Oh well I better do it myself.

Hello, who is this?

What do you mean you can't guess?

I'm not asking you to guess who I am,

I want to know who you are.

I see, you won't tell me until I tell you.

It's hopeless, isn't it?

This is Mr. Rambold, I want to speak

to Captain Peacock.

Will you find Captain Peacock and tell him

he's wanted urgently on the phone.

- Oh thank you sir I'll take
it here if you don't mind.

Captain Peacock here,
I understand you have

an urgent telephone call for me.

- It's me!

- I'm sorry sir, I understood
you to say it was for me.

- It was for you!

- I see no reason why I shouldn't take an

urgent telephone call.

It might have been from my wi--

My mother.

- It was me phoning you.

- Well what do you want sir?

- I wanted to speak to you urgently.

- Well you only had to
pick up the telephone.

- Excuse me.

- What was it that you
wanted to see me about?

- I wanted to you to advise the staff

of the decoration program.

Now I have the details here.

Oh Ms. Thorpe, where's
the maintenance file?

- You mean the one marked decoration?

- Yes.

- I filed it yesterday under A.

- Under A?

- Yes, I file most things under A.

- I don't quite follow.

- Well, a letter, a sales
report, a customer's complaint.

- A difficult way of finding anything.

- Ms. Thorpe is only temporary.

- Have I done something wrong?

- No, no, no we'll talk about it lat--

Ah, here's the decorating file.

This goes under M.

- I see, D goes under M.

- Decorating comes under maintenance

and maintenance comes under M.

- I think my system's much simpler.

- It's certainly different.

You must tell me more about it.

- I'm afraid I can't stop now because

it's my coffee break, excuse me.

- [Rambold] Now Captain Peacock, Peacock!

- Sir.

- Now this is what I want
you to explain to staff.

The decorator's coming in tomorrow.

- Yes sir, I hate to
interrupt you but if it's

not all that urgent, I am a
minute into my coffee break.

I hope you won't mind
if I come back later.

- Oh good morning, madam, can I help you?

- I have a complaint but I can't remember

who served me before.

- Have you retained a
receipt, because without it

we can't do anything.

- Yes, here it is.

I'm terrible at remembering faces.

- Oh yes, I'm 51.

- Yes, it was an elder woman.

- I am assistant 51, that is my number.

- Do forgive me, I'm just
so upset over my purchase.

- One washable ladies
wig, color brown ash,

four pounds 50.

Well now, what seems to be the trouble?

- Well after one wash it's just dreadful.

I look a fright in it!

- Yes, I see what you mean.

Of course you can't
possibly go about like that.

If you care to take it off I'll
send it back to the factory.

- Take it off? This is my own hair!

That's the wig!

- Just a moment sir.

I've got a customer here
who says he can't come in

to be measured for a suit
and could we send him one.

- What size and color?

- Can I have your size and color sir?

- He's white but he doesn't know his size.

- Give it to me.

Good morning sir.

Oh yes.

Have you got a tape measure there?

If you take the measurements
we'll write them down.

He's got a nice voice.

Right sir, yes.

Hold it between the thumb and
forefinger of your left hand.

You hold the tape, sir.

We'll do your chest first.

Now throw it 'round your
back and let the tape

run through the fingers
of your right hand.

Now bring both ends together,
breathe in, now out again.

Now put your finger on the
mark, what does it read?

Oh I see.

He can't read it, he's
got his long distance

driving glasses on.

- I wonder what he wears
for driving short distances.

- He's got his others
but he's ought to drop

the tape while he was doing it.

Now sir we'll do something much easier.

We'll do your sleeve.

Place the tape on the seam,

on the shoulder seam on your jacket.

He's wearing a sweater.

Just put it where your shoulder finishes

and your arm starts.

I wish I never started this.

- Oh go on, you're working
well, you're working well.

- Now sir, stretch your
arm out to it's full extent

and tell me what it reads at your wrist.

Hello?

You're very faint, sir.

He's holding the phone in the
hand we're measuring the arm.

Sir, can you shout, yes you can yes.

Bring the phone back to your ear.

Now what does it read?

Oh good, six inches.

Just let it dangle down
sir, we'll do it that way.

Now what does it read.

Yes, I see.

Oh good, we've got one, 48 inches.

That's from your hand to your floor.

- 40, he must be standing like that.

- Told you he had a nice voice.

- Yes sir.

We'll take that as his
outside leg measurement.

Now while we're in that area,
we'll do your inside leg.

This should be fun.

- You've oughta be careful.

You know it's an offense
to make dirty phone calls.

- Yes I think you've gone
far enough Mr. Humphries,

I'll take it on now.

- Hey but this is my
customer Mr. Grainger,

what about my commission?

- There will be no
commission without a sale.

Good morning sir.

This is Mr. Grainger, the
senior assistant speaking.

What color suit had you in mind sir?

Dark blue.

- Dark blue.

- And what is your
height sir? Five foot 10.

- Height five foot 10.

- And what is your weight? 11 stone four.

- 11 stone four.

- That is all we need
to know sir, thank you.

Send him a dark blue regular
44 and credit the sale to me.

- Yes Mr. Grainger, what's
the customer's address?

- Oh damn.

- Grainger, are you free?

- Yes at the present.

- I'd like a word with you.

Also Mr. Humphries.

Mr. Lucas, center floor please.

- I think Captain
Peacock's trying to attract

our attention, he's waving his arms about.

- Well if he wants me he'll
have to come across personally.

I don't not respond to waves.

- What about that man
you met on your holiday?

- Oh that was different.

He was waving from his yacht.

- Didn't you see me signal to summon you?

- Oh is that what it was?

We thought you had a fly
buzzing 'round your rooftop.

- I have an announcement to make.

- Well go on then.

- Not here, over there.

- What difference does it make?

- Because I have to tell the gentleman.

- Well can't you tell us first?

- No.

- Well tell them, and then
come back and tell us.

- I have to tell everybody
because it affects all of us.

- Very well. Come on.

- Now then, Mr. Rambold
has asked me to tell you

that tomorrow the decorators
will be coming in.

- Is that it then?

- No, but Mr. Grace can only
afford to have one department

decorate it so which shall it be?

- Could we see the decorator first before

we make up our mind?

- Well I shouldn't be decorating because

I've been here the longest.

- My services are cracking
up something shocking.

I could definitely do with scraping down.

- Why don't you try a face pack?

- Captain Peacock, would
you use your senior position

to tell Mr. Lucas to shut his cakehole?

- Lucas, you are not indispensable.

There are many young men who
would bend over backwards

to get into Grace Brothers.

- That's one of the qualifications.

- You've nearly got me the sack then.

- You should have been
put in one at birth.

- Now Mrs. Linda, you are
supposed to set an example.

You descend to his level by
making remarks like that,

you will only lose face.

- If I had a face like hers
I'd be glad to lose it.

- Could we stop all this
tittle tattle and get down

to who's going to decorate?

- Yes, quite right Mr. Grainger.

I think we ought to toss for it.

- That seems the fairest way.

- I have a 10 P here, shall I do it?

- No, no, I think highest
senior person present

should do it better.

Now I will toss and you call.

- [Mrs. Slocombe] Heads.

- Where is it?

- Rolled under the counter.

- That's my coffee money.

- [Lucas] I can see it.

- What does it say?

- If you give me a torch
and a mirror I'll tell you.

- Nevermind, I'll toss and I'll call.

- Tails.

- Head.

- Heads it is.

- Drat.

- It's alright, I've
got it out. It's heads.

- Ah, that's what I've
called first, we've won.

- But I've called heads
and they're both heads

so we've won.

- You didn't call at all the first time.

- Wait a minute, I know
how to settle this.

- How?

- Let's toss for it.

- No, nevermind.

My decision is final.

The ladies will be decorating.

- Oh thank you Captain Peacock.

I could do with a few days off.

- Oh you may certainly have
a few days off if you wish.

- Oh goodie!

- Without pay of course.

- But it's not our fault
we're being closed down!

- But you're not.

You'll be temporary accommodated
in the gentleman's section.

- What is this I hear?

Are we expected to lose some
of our limited counter space?

- [Captain Peacock] Temporarily, yes.

- I refuse!

- [Captain Peacock] Perhaps you'd like

a few days off without pay.

(gasp)

- Go get a chair for Mr. Grainger.

(register ringing)

- Don't tell me what is
up with that all day.

Just look at her!

- I know, and that dreadful racket.

- Mrs. Slocombe, Ms. Brahms,
would you be over there,

will you?

I can't stop because
I'm taking the workers

they're elevensies.

- Elevensies at five to nine?

- Yeah well the work had
started at seven o' clock

didn't it?

In an eight hour day, that makes

nine o' clock their elevensies.

- Well at that rate, it means they'll

be going home at three.

- Oh no, no they'll be going
home at five, wouldn't they?

Cop the overtime.

- We never get overtime.

- It's your fault for being
middle class, isn't it eh?

- Let's get our displays up.

- Good grief, what are they doing?

- Redecorating.

- No I don't mean that, I mean that woman.

She's taking down my wide fronts.

- You're not gonna stand for
that are you Mr. Grainger?

- I'll hold your coat
while you're waiting.

- That's more like it.

- Mrs. Slocombe, I
demand that you take down

your underwear immediately.

- That goes for Ms. Brahms as well.

- Oh you cheeky devil.

- And what do you suggest
I do with my displays?

- Can I tell her Mr. Grainger?

- You'll remove all
this under that counter

and yourselves as well.

- We'll see what Captain
Peacock has to say.

- Yes and there he is now.

- What do you want?

- Fairly quiet in there, Mr. Mash.

- Yeah well it's a bit tricky

at the moment, Captain Peacock.

- How do you mean?

- The foreman's got 10
pounds riding on three aces.

- Captain Peacock, a word in your ear.

Mr. Grandier is being most abstropulous.

He's crying to squeeze
me around the corner.

- That's very unlike Mr. Grainger.

- No, no, no.

I mean that he refuses to
let us have enough room.

He's treating us just like squatters.

- I'll have a word.

Mr. Grainger, the ladies are complaining

that they haven't got enough room.

- [Grainger] No, and neither have we!

- There's three of us
and only two of them.

- Which is why they've
got the small counter.

- I cannot work when I'm constricted.

- Well take your corsets off.

- Ooh you're asking for such
a belt 'round the earhole.

- May we have your ruling Captain Peacock?

- Well uh...

- Oh come on Kissinger!

- Oh I'll just have a little
corner to put a display up

so that the customers
will know where we are.

- Well, it is the thin end of the wedge.

- Well just a couple of feet.

- One foot.

- [Captain Peacock] Well
that sounds very reasonable.

- Very well.

- I'll measure it Mr. Grainger.

- Oh, a trial for diplomacy.

- Oh come on Ms. Brahms,

let's clear some space for ourselves.

- Well done Mr. Grainger.

What's the matter,
you've gone quite white.

- Oh dear me.

My private drawer is behind there

with a lot of very personal things in it.

- Is that where you
keep all your copies of

the girly magazines?

- Just look at all this rubbish.

- Ooh, it's a piece of pork pie.

- Well we know who's that is, don't we?

Ohh, look. False teeth!

- Would you kindly replace my teeth?

Such is my spare pair.

- He only wears those when
he's asking for a ride.

- I think we should sling
the whole lot in the bin

and then disinfect the drawer.

- That is my personal
drawer and everything in it

is absolutely vital.

- What's vital about a truss
and and old Russian book?

- Oh, let's have a look,
I've never seen one!

- Leave my truss alone!

- I meant the Russian book.

- All we want is the space,
not your old rubbish.

- Well I'm going to
take this and put it in

some nookie where you can't find it.

- Now then, where's our display busts?

- Oh they're behind the
curtain, I'll go an get them.

- Where are you going, Ms. Brahms?

- Mrs. Slugging and I
haven't got any busts.

- Some people are never satisfied.

Mrs. Brahms, I wouldn't if I were you.

(whistling and groaning)

- Too late.

- They goosed me, look!

- Allow me.

- Get out!

- Captain Peacock, what
do you think you're doing?

- Ms. Brahms has just been molested

by one of the decorators.

- What a dirty old man.

- No it was the young good-looking one.

- Oh you mean the one
that looks like Tom Jones?

- Yes, that's the one.

- I'd like to see him do that to me.

(groaning and whistling)

- He didn't do it to you too, did he?

- No he didn't.

The one that looks like
Stattle got there first.

Oh well.

We've have to scrub around the busts.

We'll have to pinch one of the mens.

You ought to go and tell
them to knock it off.

- I will.

Oh Mr. Humphries, are you free?

- Yes I'm free Captain Peacock.

- Will you take over for me?

I have to go and have a severe
word with the decorators.

- Oh, Captain Peacock, shall
I take over for Mr. Humphries

while Mr. Humphries takes over for you?

- Don't be facetious Mr. Lucas.

(groaning)

- Surely it wasn't the one
that looked like Tom Jones.

- No it was the one that
looked like Larry Grayson.

- Is this the smallest we've got?

- Yes, and it's the biggest
one of these they've got.

- But it looks terrible.

- He does need a hormone injection.

- Ms. Brahms, have you got any falses?

- I've never needed them!

- No, no, no, I mean in stock.

- Oh yeah, they're behind there.

- Well we're not going behind there again.

Oh well we'll just have to
stuff them out with something.

- Why don't you try a couple
of tea kegs in the canteen,

you know, those with the cherries on top?

- That's enough of that,
thank you Mr. Lucas.

Oh but if we could just borrow
a couple of pairs of socks.

- Mr. Humphries.

Mrs. Slocombe wants to
know if she can borrow

a couple of pairs of
socks to stuff in her bra.

- She's not gonna talk to
those workmen again, is she?

- No, she's gonna stuff in the dummy.

- Oh I've got the very thing.

I was saving these to take home.

I was going to use them tonight.

- What were you gonna do
with a pair of falsies?

- I wear them on my knees when
I'm polishing the parking.

- Can I help you sir?

- Yes well I'm looking for some sweaters.

- Well I don't think you'll
find them down there.

This way sir.

Mr. Humphries, will
you show this gentleman

what you've got in the sweater?

- Oh yes, quite a range
in size 40 but precious

little in everything else.

- Oh dear, I'm 38.

- Oh dear, should I get
out the 38's that have

been incorrectly marked 40?

- What a good idea.

- Excuse me, excuse me.

- How dare you.

- Excuse me.

- Ooh, what pretty colors!

- Oh, I like this.

- Oh yes, it's very you
sir. Isn't it Mr. Lucas?

- Oh yes, I can't imagine
you in anything else sir.

- Do you have a ladies cardigan to match?

- Yes, yes we do, just around the corner.

- Excuse me darling.

- Hurry back darling.

- I'm only going around the corner.

- Well be careful.

Oh you'll have to excuse
us, we're on our honeymoon.

- Well if it gets
urgent, we've got a spare

fitting room around the corner.

- This is the first time we've been out.

- I can believe it.

- I quite fancy it.

- I've noticed.

- He means the sweater.

- They're 850 sir.

Half man-made wool, half polyester fiber.

- Surely that's made by men as well.

- Ah yes, but it's made by different men.

- It's a bit harsh isn't it?

I don't think I'd fancy
this next to my skin.

- I can't resist cashmere.

- Ah yes, cashmere.

Very ideal for a romantic
honeymoon cuddle sir,

very cozy and warm.

- You're right, I always
wear cashmere socks.

- Yes, not quite so romantic
somehow though, is it?

- Have you got cashmere in my size?

- 38 cashmere coming up.

Excuse me.

- [Man] Are all these sizes correct?

- Oh yes sir, these
38's are even more 38's

than those 38's.

- Are they madly expensive?

- Well they're the last
ones at this price sir.

- The snippet, 20 pounds.

- Look, it's the same color.

- And it suits madam beautifully.

I can't imagine her in anything else.

- Feel how smooth this is darling.

- Ohh, cashmere.

- Yes, but far too expensive I'm afraid.

We've got to fit our flat out.

We've only fitted out one room so far.

- The bedroom?

- How did you guess?

- I'm psychic.

- It does make you look
so handsome, doesn't it?

- Does it?

- Yes, makes you look
practically young as well sir.

- And it's such a gay color.

- Oh you've convinced me,
I'll put one aside for meself.

- But it's 20 pounds!

- So's mine.

- Well we can't afford both.

- Well you could camp out
in the bedroom for a year.

- I think I'll leave this behind
and I'll buy you a sweater

out of my money.

- Why use your own money?

When you're married they're
supposed to fork out.

- But this is supposed to be
a birthday present for me.

- Oh well let him buy it himself.

- Not quite the same though, is it?

- You keep out of this!

- Shall I or shan't I?

Should I or shouldn't I?

- Is he or isn't he?

- I don't know but I think it'd help out

if there was a rush.

- I can't resist it.

- Oh darling!

- Sale Mr. Lucas.

- No sale Mrs. Slocombe.

- Wrap it up before they start again.

(register ringing)

- Men.

I never want to work with men again.

- I thought it was very
mean of Mr. Grainger

not to loan you his pencil
when you lost yours.

- It was typical.

- Nevermind, I've got our own back.

You know how he always licks
the end of his own pencil

before he makes out a bill?

Well I substituted it with
one from the joke department

so when he licks the end this
time, it'll go all fizzy!

- Oh Ms. Brahms, that was very naughty.

(laughing)

I can't wait to see his
face when he licks it.

That's if he can see which end to lick.

Well that's why they're not here yet.

He can't find his glasses.

- How do you know?

- They're in my handbag.

- Look out.

- Ignore them.
- They're coming.

- Straight on, straight on,
straight on Mr. Grainger.

- I'm sure that I had them on the counter.

- You had have a spare pair.

I can't think what's happened to them.

- I have my suspicions.

- Pass the sauce Ms. Brahms.

- Oh, well done Mr. Lucas.

Not much left.

- Oh dear me, no.

- He did that deliberate.

- Nevermind, pass me that
full bottle on the next table.

- Is there any coming out? I can't see.

- It's coming slowly.

- We've got nearly another hour.

Keep at it Mr. Grainger.

- Ugh!

Oh well, I like a lot of sauce.

- Hello hello.

How's the happy little band eh?

- Well we should be very happy
when the ladies have gone.

- The feeling is mutual.

- That's a lumpy bit of tomato soup

you've got there isn't it?

- Ohh they're so witty aren't they?

It's right put me off.

I think I'll go and get meself a coffee.

- I think I'll have a pudding.

- That Mrs. Slocombe gets in my hair.

- Metaphorically speaking you mean.

- Mind you, I think all the women have got

a bit uppity as soon as
Margaret Thatcher got in.

I was out with this girl last night.

I took her back to her place,
we were just getting down

to it when suddenly she slapped me wrist,

told me I was out of order
and I should leave the house.

- No sense of humor.

Look when you tickled
Ms. Brahms up the leg

with that feather duster.

She didn't even smile.

I would have found that quite amusing.

- You don't say, you
don't think we're being

a bit hard on them do you?

- Well it's not their
fault they can't cope.

After all, they are women.

- Do you think we ought
to offer an olive branch?

- Perhaps just a twig.

- Yes, you may be right.

- After I got this, I'm going
out to get some fresh air.

- Yes, it is very stuffy in here.

Pass me the sugar Ms. Brahms.

- Allow me Mrs. Slocombe.

- Mmm, thank you.

- Would you have two lumps Mrs. Slocombe?

- This isn't some kind of joke, is it?

- We're only trying to be friendly.

- Alright then, two lumps.

- [Lucas] Excuse the
fingers, there we are.

- Oh you forgot to get a spoon.

- Will you allow me?

- They're changing their
view a bit aren't they?

- Well I knew they'd have
to climb down eventually.

- Well thank you Mr. Grainger.

Here's to a more happy
working relationship.

- Just about finished Captain Peacock.

- I should hope so too.

Young Mr. Grace has come down
especially for the unveiling.

- At you sir, here you are Mr. Grace.

If you hold on and pull this,
all will be revealed sir.

- Let me help you sir.

- I will help.

- I'm not too weak to
pull a rope you know.

Well gather around everybody.

Hold onto my chair Goddard.

Now it gives me great pleasure on behalf

of Grace Brothers to unveil
the new ladies department.

(applause)

- Well that's a good start.

- That's alright sir, I'll pull them aside

if you'd like to try again.

Go on, go on.

- It gives me great
pleasure on behalf of--

- You don't need to go
through all that again sir.

Just pull the sheets aside Mr. Mash.

- No trouble.

- It's just the same!

- It's all new wood.

- And anyway we've got our
own counters back again.

It was worse than being married.

- Of course it's over
and we're just men again.

- It didn't cost as much
as I thought it would

so we're going to start
on the men's department.

- You don't mean that
we've got to join them!

- Well it looks like it if
Mrs. Slocombe doesn't mind.

- I can't wait.

Ms. Brahms, grab my chair
and get all our displays out.

(applause)