All language subtitles for s02e01 - The Clock

(theme music)

♫ Ground floor perfumery
stationery and leather goods

♫ Wigs and haberdashery
kitchenware and food going up

♫ First floor telephones
gents ready-made suits

♫ Shirts socks ties hats
underwear and shoes going up

- Can I help you, sir?

- Oh yes, would you show me
some sports jackets, please?

- I won’t personally,
sir but I'll summon our

senior assistant to attend to your wishes.

Mr Grainger, are you free?

- Yes, I’m free.

- That is a guard’s tie
you’re wearing sir, isn’t it?

- No, it’s the Tesco Table
Tennis Club, actually.

- Table tennis?

Yes, the stripe is a little narrower.

- Yes, Captain Peacock?

- Something in the sports
jacket line for this customer,

with plenty of room under the arms.

- Yes, I would think a 44,
wouldn’t you, Mr Humphries?

- Certainly, Mr Grainger a 44,
don’t you think so, Mr Lucas?

- I hope so, we haven’t
got anything bigger.

- I wouldn’t recommend a check,
sir, it is apt to make the

figure a little more portly,
don’t you agree, Mr Humphries?

- We’ve only got checks in 44.

- Well, of course sir you have got the

height to carry it off.

- 44 check, Mr Lucas.

- Black 44 check coming up, Mr Humphries.

- This range is in pushcon,
isn’t it, Mr Humphries?

- Right first time, MrGrainger,
35% wool, 35% pushcon.

- That only makes 70%.

- Yes, well, there’s a lot
of air between the fibers.

It allows the fabric to breathe,
isn’t that right, Mr Lucas?

- Quite right, Mr Humphries.

If you listen quietly,
you can hear it you know.

- Thank you, Mr Lucas.

- We’ve got a whole
cupboardful over there,

panting for breath.

- The mirror, Mr Lucas.

- One mirror, coming up, Mr Grainger.

- What do you think, Mr Humphries?

it’s nice and snug in the front.

- Yes, very snug, indeed.

- Why don’t you have a look at the back?

- Yes I’m sure the back is snug as well.

- Yes, it does feel a little tight.

- Try breathing in and out a little, sir.

That’s better, isn’t it?

- Yes, that feels much better.

Is it hard-wearing?

- Oh, very hard-wearing, sir.

- They discovered pushcon while

they were developing the Concorde.

- If you’re thinking of
going through the sound

barrier you couldn’t have chosen better.

- How much is it?

- It’s £30, including VAT.

- That does seem rather a lot.

- When you consider it cost 500 million

to develop, I think it’s
quite reasonable, sir.

- Still seems an awful lot of money.

- Actually, sir, it has
been reduced from £42.

- Oh, is that so?

- You’re saving £12 sir.

- I’ll think about it.

I’ll take it.

- Sale, Mr Humphries.

- Book, Mr Lucas.

- Well done, Mr Grainger.

- Miss Brahms!

The bridal veil with the
blue orange blossoms.

- Yes, Mrs Slocombe.

- And where is madam
going for her honeymoon?

- We’re torn between
Eastbourne and Brighton.

- It is difficult to make
up one’s mind, isn’t it?

- It is.

- Why not compromise and try Beachy Head?

There, how’s that?

- It’s a bit thick, isn’t it?

- Well it looks lovely from our side.

- I can’t see.

- You’ll have someone holding your arm.

- He won’t recognize me.

- He’ll know your voice, won’t he?

- Think of the surprise he’s
gonna get when he lifts it up.

- That’ll do, Miss Brahms.

The orange blossom is detachable,
should madam wish to use

it for decorative purposes afterwards.

- I suppose I’d better take it.

- Pack it up, Miss Brahms.

- I’ve not said anything.

- Pack the veil up, girl.

- Sorry.

- Psst, oi!

- Is that the way you usually attract

a lady’s attention, Mr Mash?

- No, usually I go up behind
them and gowe-hey-hey!

You going to old Grainger’s
farewell dinner tonight?

- It is not his farewell
dinner tonight, Mr Mash.

Just because he’s 65, it
doesn’t mean he’s retiring.

- If they give him a
cuckoo clock, it does.

That’s what they did to
old Fredricks in hardware.

44 years he’d been with the firm.

They had the dinner and
when they got to the coffee,

they gave him the clock, one chorus of

“For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow,”
and shoved him in the lift.

Here you are, six pairs of tights,

and six pairs of pussy boots.

- Six pairs of what?

- Pussy boots, fur slippers.

and we’ve got a new sales
gimmick, as well, for them.

Look at that.

- Whatever’s that?

- One electric pussy, battery operated.

- [Mechanical Voice]
Pussy boots, pussy boots.

- How could anyone do that to a cat?

- You want to thank
your lucky stars, mate,

you ain’t selling elephant hide luggage.

- I’ve a good mind to write to the RSPCA.

- You’re a bit late, it’s dead.

- Captain Peacock, just
look what they’ve sent me.

It’s disgusting.

- Would you like to see
it working, Captain?

- Very well.

- [Mechanical Voice]
Pussy boots, pussy boots.

- You must admit it’s a
novelty, Mrs Slocombe.

- [Mechanical Voice]
Pussy boots, pussy boots.

(explosion bangs)

- Mr Mash?

Mr Mash, take it to the vet.

- Very amusing, Captain, very amusing.

- Mrs Slocombe, Mr Grainger
has gone to his coffee break.

this would be a good opportunity

to discuss his birthday dinner.

- Oh, yes.

Miss Brahms, come along.

- Mr Humphries, are you free?

- Yes, I’m free, Captain Peacock.

- Mr Lucas, are you free?

- I think I am free at this
precise moment Captain.

- Gather round.

I’ve had a word with the canteen manager.

it would seem the most
economical way of staging

this function is to hold
the dinner down here.

- Oh, poor Mr Grainger.

Can’t we give him a proper do
in the restaurant upstairs?

- That would cost us an extra £1 per head.

- Let’s have it down here.

- Let’s have it at the
scene of his triumphs.

- Now the menu would be as follows,

vegetable soup or hors d’oeuvres.

- That’s a sardine on
a bit of tired lettuce.

- And the Russian salad, Mr Lucas.

- I'd forgotten the Russian
salad, Captain Peacock.

- I shall never forget the Russian salad.

- A main course, which
I shall bring up later.

- Won’t we all.

- Cabinet pudding with
custard, or simulated cream,

coffee ad lib, and one After Eight mint.

- And how much is that lot?

- The cost Miss Brahms,

depends on what we
choose as a main course.

Now roast pheasant would be
£2 per head, poulet roti.

- You what?

- Roast chicken £1.50, steak pie 1.25,

or macaroni cheese £1.

- I vote for macaroni cheese.

- We can’t give the poor old soul

a dinner with macaroni cheese.

- He’d prefer it.

Once he gets those teeth of his

in a pheasant, he’d be here all night.

- If we have the canteen steak pie,

we’ll all be here all night.

- I’ll go for the macaroni cheese, myself.

- Well I think we should
give him the chicken.

- Any other votes for chicken?

- Yes, I’ll vote for the chicken,

it goes so well with cabinet
pudding and simulated cream.

- Well I favor chicken myself, so that’s

three votes for chicken and
two for macaroni cheese.

- And the steak pie loses its deposit.

- So that means we have chicken.

That'll be £1.50 per head.

- Never mind, Shirley, you
and me can share the wishbone.

- I know what you’re going to wish for.

- And even if he wins, he won’t get it.

- The £1.50 of course, does include

Mr Grainger and his good lady wife.

Is anybody else bringing any guests?

- No.

- No, I think it’s better
to keep it intimate.

- We’re not adverse to a
little intimacy, are we?

- No, Mr Humphries.

- We could invite The Galloping Gourmet.

- If he took one look at that menu

he’d gallop the other way.

- Thank you, Mr Lucas.

Now, as regards to
dress, I think black tie.

- What, nothing else?

- Then it’ll be like a funeral.

I think it’s morbid,
these farewell dinners.

- Miss Brahms, we do not know
that it is a farewell dinner.

That’s up to our manager, Mr Rumbold.

- It’s only a farewell dinner
if you get a cuckoo clock,

then you drag yourself home
for the last time, stick it on

the mantelpiece, and watch the
rest of your life tick away.

- The way old Grainger was
staggering around this morning,

they could save money and
give him an egg timer.

- Thank you, Mr Lucas.

Right back to your places, everyone.

- Have I missed anything?

- No, no, no, Mr Grainger,
we were just discussing

the menu for your dinner.

- Oh, yes.

I do hope we’re not
going to have steak pie.

I’m traveling home on
a non-corridor train.

- Chicken, actually.

- Oh good, I remember Mr
Fredricks had the chicken,

but unfortunately, he
also had the cuckoo clock.

- I’m sure that Grace
Brothers will require

your services for many years to come.

- Is that official, Stephen?

- No, Ernest, no.

It’s not in my hands, That’s
up to our manager, Mr Rumbold.

(phone rings)

- Menswear.

Are you free, Mr Grainger?

- Yes, I’m free.

- You’re wanted in Mr Rumbold’s office.

- Oh, I wonder what that’s about?

- It’s probably nothing to
do with that at all, Ernest.

- Whatever will be, will be.

I’ve had very many happy years here.

- You know very well
that if Grace Brothers

were going to announce your retirement,

young Mr Grace would attend
the dinner personally.

- Isn’t he coming?

- Off the record, I have
not been so informed.

- Oh, good.

(knock at door)

- Enter.

(coughs)

- I understood that you
wanted to see me, sir.

- Did I?

Ah, yes, it’s about young Mr Grace.

- Oh, yes?

- He won’t be attending
your dinner tonight.

- Oh, good.

- Unfortunately, he has a very bad cold.

- Oh, you mean, if he hadn’t

got a cold, he would be there?

- Well, when someone has been

here as long as you have, Mr Grainger.

How long is it now?

- I joined grace brothers in 1937,

on the day that Mr Baldwin resigned.

- Resigned from Grace Brothers?

- No, he handed over to Mr Chamberlain.

- Ah, Chamberlain of china and glass.

- The Prime Minister.

- He wasn’t at grace brothers, was he?

- The Mr chamberlain who went to Munich.

- I didn’t know we had a branch there.

- We haven’t, he went to see Hitler.

- What, Mr chamberlain of china and glass?

- I have been at Grace
Brothers for 37 years.

- I’m looking forward to your dinner.

- We’re having the chicken.

- Oh, good, good Mr
Fredricks had the steak pie.

- No, he had the chicken too.

But unfortunately he had
the cuckoo clock as well.

- Oh, yes, the cuckoo clock.

That will be all, Mr Grainger, thank you.

- Thank you, Mr Rumbold.

(ticking)

Did I hear something ticking?

- Ticking?

No, no, no, I don’t think so.

It must have been the pipes of the central

heating system expanding.

- Good.

(clock tweets)

- Mr Grainger, whatever’s the matter?

You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.

- I’ve heard the cuckoo
in Mr Rumbold’s office.

- 3rd of march?

You’d better write a letter to the times.

- It was a cuckoo clock.

- Glass of water for Mr Grainger.

- Glass of water coming up.

(violin music)

- I hope someone turns up soon.

these bubbles is all drying up.

- Now remember, Mr Mash,
only one glass each.

- Yeah, we don’t want them
losing control, do we, eh?

Mr James Lucas and

Mr Wilberforce Clayborn Humphries.

- Hello, Wilberforce.

- Hello, James.

- That’ll do, Mr Mash.

- So sorry we’re late, your grace.

But we stopped off at the
Oklahoma pancake house

for a cup of cocoa and a danish pastry.

The excitement was all too much.

- There was a lovely bit
of danish crumpet in there,

as well but once she
heard that we were going

to our anniversary
dinner, she went off me.

- Oh, champagne!

Dom Perignon?

- No, Japanese tinned, extra dry.

- The bubbles don’t go up your nose,

they give you karate chops.

- Miss Shirley Brahms and
the Duchess of Slocombe.

- Drinks, ladies.

- Why not?

- I think you’ve had enough.

- Are you suggesting, Miss Brahms,

that four vodka martinis
are beyond my capacity?

- One of these days, that escalator

is going to do somebody a mischief.

- You know what they say
about vodka, Mrs Slocombe.

“One’s all right, two’s the most,

"three under the table,
four under the host.”

- Mr Humphries, what will you say next?

- Mr Rumbold’s the host.

- Captain Stephen Peacock RASC, C of E,

hero of the battle of Cattericknaafi,

holder of the hot cross bun and bar.

- That will do, Mr Mash.

- Here you are, Captain.

- Thank you.

- Hey, take it easy.

We ain’t got no reserves.

- The group are coming
up in the other lift.

- Good, who’ve we got?

The New Seekers?

- I don’t think it’s
the New Seekers, love,

more like the Old Knockers.

- Good evening, I am Madam Trixie

and this is the Trixie Trio.

- Welcome to Grace Brothers.

- Oh, champagne.

- The beer for the band
is behind the piano.

- Where do you want the orchestra?

- Oh, well, over here ladies,
I think by the pianoforte.

- Well, Captain Peacock, it
looks as though we’re going

to be able to trip the tight lanfastic.

- I beg your pardon?

- She wants you to rip her tight elastic.

- Perhaps you’d better
sit down, Mrs Slocombe.

We’re starting in less than an hour.

Mr Rumbold, sir, since
it will affect my speech,

is Mr Grainger going to get the clock?

- Yes, I’m afraid so.

And owing to young Mr
Grace’s indisposition,

I’m going to have to present it.

- Oh, what a pity he’s going,

he’s such a useful
member of the department.

- Oh, we shall have to carry on.

Humphries will have to move up,

and we shall have to get another Mr Lucas.

- What a terrible thought.

- Who is?

- Mr Grainger.

- That poor old devil,
Grainger for the chop.

- Oh, it’ll break his heart.

- Is there anything particular
you wish us to play?

- Oh, yes, when Mr Grainger comes down,

I should like you to
play something suitable.

- Certainly.

- How about “Goodbye”?

- That’s a bit sudden,
isn’t it, what about,

“We don’t want to lose you,
but we think you ought to go”?

- We ought to have something

cheerful, like the Rolling Stones.

♫ Oh yeah this will be the last time

(screams)

- Might I suggest, "A fine,
old english gentleman.”

- Splendid choice, sir.

Stand by, I think Mr Grainger’s
coming up in the lift.

Places, everybody.

- Mrs Slocombe, we’re starting.

- Stand by, orchestra.

- Elsie Makepeace and Doris Poland.

(orchestra music)

- Doris, it must be “This Is Your Life.”

Ta.

- What are you doing here?

- It’s half past 7:00.
we’ve come to do the floor.

- You can’t do them now, go away.

- If that’s how you feel, do it yourself.

You’ll hear from Mr
Heatherington about this.

- Didn’t you speak to
Heatherington about this Peacock?

- It’s not my province, sir.

(phone rings)

- Lingerie, blouses, right.

Mr and Mrs Grainger are
coming up in the lift.

- Places, everybody.

- Mr and Mrs Ernest Grainger.

(group applauds)

(orchestra music)

- Mr and Mrs Grainger, in
the name of Grace Brothers,

welcome to your anniversary dinner.

(group applauds)

- Thank you, they’ve got an orchestra.

Mr Fredricks didn’t have an orchestra,

perhaps we’ll be able
to do the Gay Gordons.

- That should round
the evening off nicely.

(metal clangs)

- My lords, ladies and gentlemen,

take your partners for
the tinned vegetable soup.

- Shall we go in, Mr Humphries?

- Right.

(orchestra music)

- Light as ever on your feet, my dear.

- Well they’ve certainly
given us a night to remember.

- They certainly have.

I’m very glad we didn’t have the steak.

- If you’re going to dance
with your hand down there

I’m going to sit down.

- You’ve got plenty to sit on.

- Do you mind, that’s my best feature.

- Nearly went.

- Strange how potent cheap music is.

- Mr Humphries, you and I appear

to be the only two not dancing.

- All right, if you promise not to lead.

- I think we’d better
get on with the speeches.

(orchestra music)

Mr Mash, my compliments to the trio.

Will you ask them to take an interval?

- Certainly, sir.

Oi Jug-ears says belt up for five minutes.

All right?

- I’m really rather puffed.

It’s just as well that I’m
going to put my feet up.

- Pray, be seated.

- Come on Shirley,

I think the judge is going
to pronounce sentence.

- Mrs Slocombe.

- Have we stopped?

- I would ask all those present

to ensure that their
glasses are fully charged.

- Mine seems to be empty.

- Blimey, Mrs Slocombe, you
got hollow legs, have you?

- I now call upon Captain
Peacock to propose the toast.

- Mr and Mrs Grainger,
ladies and gentlemen.

- Here!

- We haven’t got to that
bit yet, Mrs Slocombe.

- I’d better have another then.

- How can one sum up a
career like Mr Grainger’s?

- Quickly, I hope.

- He started literally on the
ground floor, in haberdashery,

and after two short
years, was given his own

counter in stationery.

Already the writing was on the wall.

It spelled success.

His amazing drive and enthusiasm soon came

to the notice of the board of management,

and he was transferred to
bathroom furniture, where he

remained for five triumphant
years, before moving on.

- Flushed with success.

- Before moving on to gentlemen’s shoes

but already, one might say,
his foot was on the ladder.

Thank you.

Because from there, fortunately
for us, and Grace Brothers,

he finally found his niche
in gentlemen’s trousers.

- What’s a niche?

- I don’t think I’ve seen one.

- I would like you now
to raise your glasses

as I close on these words from Pope,

"Oh, happy the man whose wish and care

"a few paternal acres
bound, content to breathe

"his native air in his own ground."

- Very nice, very nice.

- Pity he lives in a flat in Eltham.

- We could always buy him a window box.

- I ask you all to be upstanding.

I give you Mr Grainger,
coupled with Mrs Grainger.

- [All] Mr Grainger
coupled with Mrs Grainger.

- Mr Grainger

- Speech speech!

- [All] Speech, speech!

- Ladies and gentlemen.

- Come along, Mr Grainger.

- Dear friends, my heart is very full.

- My glass is very empty.

- The great honor which you
have done Mrs Grainger and

myself in giving us this
wonderful banquet tonight

with the chicken, and all
these magnificent presents

especially this combined
shoehorn and backscratcher.

You know, as I look back over the years,

they all seem to have passed very quickly,

but I shall always have very
happy recollections of you all.

And all that I can really
say now is thank you.

(crowd applauds)

- Oh, isn’t it sad?

(mumbles)

Thank you.

(blows nose)

- Please keep it.

- Pray, silence for Mr Rumbold.

- Thank you, Mr Mash.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr and Mrs Grainger,

as you know, it has always
been the custom for young

Mr Grace to announce whether
or not he wishes employees

who achieve the age of 65 to
take advantage of the pension

scheme, or to remain in the saddle.

However as you also know,
young Mr grace is indisposed.

It therefore falls to my
lot to perform the ceremony.

- It’s young Mr Grace.

- Is that young Mr Grace?

- Old Mr Grace doesn’t get about much.

- Good evening, Mr Grace.

- I hope I’m not too late.

- No you’re not too late, Mr Grace.

- There’s still plenty of
cabinet pudding left, Mr Grace.

- I suppose he’s come
to hand over the clock.

- Yes, just in time.

(coughs)

(coughs)

Shall I continue, Mr Grace?

- Please do, Mr Rumbold.

- Well, I was about to remark
how very much we appreciate

the long years of devoted
service, the great consideration

that you have always shown for all those

with whom you have worked.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- We definitely feel after
all these long years, you

have truly earned a rest and
therefore all that remains,

is for this to be presented.

here you are, sir.

- Oh, thank you this is a surprise.

How very nice of you all.

I’ve given a lot of these
away, but I’ve never got one.

Well my doctor says I shouldn’t
be out, so I’m now going.

Another five years and

you’ll be getting one of those, Ernest.

Well, goodbye, all.

- [All] Goodbye, Mr Grace.

- You’ve all done very well.

- [All] thank you, Mr grace.

- Well, Ernest, it looks
as if you’re staying on.

- Yes, it does.

Of course, I’m very happy about it,

but I should have liked
a bit more leisure.

Could I have Monday off?

- Certainly not!

- Well if he’s not leaving,

he won’t be needing his presents will he?

- [All] For he’s a jolly good fellow,

for he’s a jolly good fellow

for he's a jolly good fellow

and so say all of us.

(group applauds)