All language subtitles for s02e02 - Cold Comfort

(cash register bell ringing rhythmically)

♫ Ground floor, perfumery

♫ Stationery and leather goods

♫ Wigs and haberdashery

♫ Kitchenware and food, going up

♫ Third floor, telephones,
gents' ready made suits

- Good morning, ladies.
- Morning.

- How are we this morning?

- Me chamois' gone stiff.

- It's so cold,

I have to keep breaking
the ice in my bucket.

What's happened to the heating?

- It's been turned off.

Haven't you heard, there's a fuel crisis.

- Typical.

They would choose the
coldest morning of the year.

(audience laughing)

- Well, it's a little
brisk this morning, ladies.

What's happened to the heating in here?

- It's been turned off, by order.

- Whose silly idea was that?

- It was mine.

- But surely, sir,

this is one of the days
that we're allowed heating?

- Grace Brothers' fuel
stocks are practically nil.

It was a boardroom-level discussion,

and it was agreed to make
this further sacrifice

in the interests of eking them out.

I shall be making a general announcement

as soon as the rest of the staff are here.

(audience laughing)

- Well, hello, cheeky.

- Saucebox.

- Oh, it's the Masked Stranger.

Take my body, but leave my jewels alone.

- Good morning, Mr. Humphries.

- I withdraw the offer.

- Very useful for keeping out the cold.

- Whatever has happened to
the central heating in here?

My ballpoint will never
function in this weather.

- Oh, oh, feels like an igloo in here.

- I think it's warmer outside.

- Morning, Mrs. Slocombe, Miss Brahms.

- Good morning, Captain Peacock.

- One minute late.

- You're lucky to have me
at all, Captain Peacock.

I had to thaw me pussy out before I came.

(audience laughing)

It'd been out all night.

- Good morning, Mr. Grainger.

- Good morning, Mr. Grainger.

Oh, he's the rudest man
I ever clapped eyes on.

- Morning, Mr. Grainger.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Humphries.

I'm so sorry that I'm
late, Captain Peacock,

but my pipes were absolutely frozen solid.

- Never mind, Mr. Grainger.

A nice hot cup of tea will
soon get them working again.

- Mr. Lucas not here, I see.

- He's just coming.

Oh, look, it's Sonja Henie.

- I'm sorry I'm late, Captain Peacock.

- Don't tell me you
skated here, Mr. Lucas?

- No no, I went skating last
night with a girlfriend,

and she's got thin blood.

- What has that to do
with your being late?

- I had to stay the night with her

to keep her circulation going.

It's a bit taters in here
this morning, isn't it?

- You needn't concern
yourself with the heat,

Mr. Lucas, Mr. Rumbold is going to

make an announcement about
that in a few moments.

- Oh well, we've got nothing
to worry about then, have we?

The sheer excitement of an announcement

by Mr. Rumbold is sending the blood

pounding through my temples already.

- That's not excitement,
that's a hangover.

- Is everyone here?

- Finally, yes.

Gather round, Mr. Rumbold
wishes to address you.

Departmental staff only, not cleaners.

- Oh, buckets.

(audience laughing)

- Mr. Grainger, will you join us?

- Oh, yes, it is very parky, isn't it?

Yes, I had to put my long
underpants on this morning.

- Allow me.

He's ready to receive.

- Would you mind joining us, Mr. Grainger?

- Oh yes, yes. I'm sorry.

But I have to keep this wool in my ears.

Otherwise, the wax goes hard.

- We must keep the wax
flowing, mustn't we?

- Perhaps you could just keep it out

while I make my announcement?

As you know, the natural
fuel resources of the world

are in jeopardy.

- That's about 10 miles north of Mecca.

- I used to go dancing there, you know.

- Listen to this, listen, now.

It took 70 million years
for nature to build

these resources of coal and oil.

In the space of 70 short
years, man has ravished them.

- It's typical of men.

- The fact is, we cannot get enough.

- True.
- True.

- Stocks of world oil have
never been at such a low ebb,

the situation never more desperate.

- We should never have pulled out of Suez.

- Uh, quite, now, where was I?

- Desperate.

- Ah, oh, yes.

World oil has never
been at such a low ebb.

And neither has Grace
Brothers' coke source.

We shall all have to do what we can

to combat this critical crisis.

- Does that mean we've
got to go down the mines?

- Mr. Humphries.

- Present.

- It has been decided at boardroom level

that the central heating of Grace Brothers

will be turned off for one
additional day per week,

starting with today.

- Couldn't we wait until the summer?

- I know that you're all behind me

to help pull this country through.

These are dark days,

but I feel sure the end of
the tunnel cannot be far away.

Before long, I'm certain
we shall burst forth

into the light again.

- Oh, when I hear words like that,

it makes me proud to be British.

- Thank you, Mrs. Slocombe.

- But can't we just have
a little electric fire

behind the counter?

- No, certainly not.

Electric heaters are absolutely forbidden.

- Well, can we keep our coats on, then?

- No no, no no no, really, and
you must remember, after all,

it's the same for all of us.

So, carry on, and good luck.

- Now I wish I'd put on
thicker knickers this morning.

- You young girls today
don't wear enough clothes.

- And how would you know?

- I keep warm with this, see?

The commandos used to
wear them during the war.

You'd do well to do the same.

- What, string knickers?

(audience laughter drowns out speaker)

- Well, I think it's ridiculous,

expecting us to fit a customer
with a bra in this weather.

- Now, remember, as Mr. Rumbold says,

it's the same for all of us.

- Yellow and green.

Must be the Earth.

Oh that's it, switches off.

All right, then, here we go.

- Pssht!

(audience laughing)

Coffee, Mr. Rumbold?

Having trouble with your
electric fire, are you?

- Fire, what fire?

- That fire.

- Oh yes, that fire.

I've just taken the plug off

to make sure that no one
can use it by accident.

- Never mind, Mr. Rumbold.

I won't mention the special privileges

of the managerial classes
while the poor old workers

are out there freezing their knees off.

Now, then.

How would you like to invest
in a bottle of scotch, hey?

Fell off the back of a lorry.

- Certainly not.

- Oh, all right, then.

I'll just have to tell them out
there that you don't need it

'cause you've got your
fire to keep you warm.

- Mr. Mash.

- Yes?

- How much?

- I think you'll find these
imitation rabbitskin gloves

to your liking, sir, we've
had quite a run on them.

- Imitation rabbit?

- Yes, they're just like the real thing,

aren't they, Mr. Lucas?

- We daren't put two pairs in
the same drawer together, sir.

(audience laughing)

- Thank you, Mr. Lucas.

- I suppose I'd better take them then.

- Certainly, sir.

- Captain Peacock, are you free?

- At the moment, yes.

- Could I have a word with you?

- Yes, certainly.

- Well, it's rather personal.

Miss Brahms has just been
and it's frozen over.

(audience laughing)

- I beg your pardon?

- The ladies', it's solid.

- I see, but what exactly do
you expect me to do about it?

- Well I, I thought I'd ask
you if we could use the gents'.

It's rather urgent.

- Yes, well, I'll, I'll have
a word with Mr. Grainger.

You must go through the
right channels, you know.

- Well, don't be too long.

- Are you free, Mr. Grainger?

- Yes, I'm free.

- A slightly delicate
situation has arisen.

It appears...

- He's asking Grainger.

- Oh, fancy telling
Grainger I wanted to go.

- Yes, I understand, Captain Peacock.

Of course, I shall have
to consult my colleagues.

Mr. Humphries, Mr. Lucas, are you free?

- We're free.
- We're free.

- Oh, we'll be sending for
Dr. Kissinger in a minute.

- It's degrading, he's
telling them all now.

- Why can't she use the one
in the Bargain Basement?

- Yes, or the public
one on the Sports floor?

- No, no, no, you know those
are out of bounds to staff.

- I think, Captain Peacock,

in view of the apparent
urgency of the emergency,

that we could allow the ladies

to have access to our facilities, agreed?

- I agree, Mr. Grainger.
- Mr. Lucas?

- Yes, and may I say, what
a triumph for democracy.

- Then I will convey
your unanimous decision

to the party concerned.

- Well?

- They've agreed.

- There you are, Miss Brahms.

- I don't want to go now.

(audience laughing)

- Mr. Humphries, what are you doing?

- I'm warming me hands in the cashmere.

It was so cold last night,

I had to iron the sheets
before I got into bed.

- I'll tell you these power
cuts make me wish I was married.

- Psst!

- What?
- What?

- Psst, here, lads.

What about a cup of
under-the-counter cocoa?

- Oh, yeah.

- Don't let Peacock see.

- If he complains, he won't get one.

- He's one of us.

- 10 pence each.

- He's not one of us.

- You want to get a fire like old Rumbold?

He ain't one of you either.

- A fire, Rumbold's got a fire?

That does it.

- What are you going to do?

- Cover for me.

- You're wanted in the
fitting room, Mr. Lucas.

- I'm just going to the
fitting room, Mr. Humphries.

- Mash, what are you doing?

- Little comfort for the troops, sir.

- You're not allowed on
this floor after 9:30.

- Nice hot cup of cocoa, Captain?

- Leave the floor.

- I'll leave one round the back for you.

- I didn't hear that.

- I said I'd leave one
round the back for you!

(audience laughing)

- May I congratulate you ladies on the way

you're bearing up under
these arctic conditions?

- Thank you, Captain Peacock.

- I hope you're not too cold, Miss Brahms.

- No, I borrowed a pair of earmuffs.

- I trust you're not,

I trust you're not contemplating

wearing them in the department?

- I already am.

- Mrs. Slocombe, do you allow that?

- I really don't see how I can complain,

considering I'm wearing these.

- What on earth are those?

- A pair of Mr. Grainger's long johns.

- Mr. Grainger's?

- They're from Mr. Grainger's department.

Apparently, they shrank in the wash

and were returned as a complaint.

- I'm not surprised.

I'm afraid I shall have
to ask you to remove them.

- Captain Peacock.

Wild horses wouldn't drag them off me.

- A pretty picture, indeed.

But staff regulations require

that you wear stockings or tights.

- Ah, but it doesn't say I
can't wear anything over them.

Anyway, nobody can see me

when I'm behind the counter.

- I'm afraid I must insist.

- I see, then I shall
have to go over your head.

- You won't find it easy in those.

(audience laughing)

- Mrs. Slocombe.

- Yes, Mr. Humphries?

- It's engaged at the moment.

Mr. Grainger's adjusting his thermal pad.

- I wasn't going there.

- Sorry I spoke.

(knocking)

- Just a moment!

Enter.

- Mr. Rumbold, I'm so
sorry to disturb you,

but Captain Peacock
asked me to remove these,

so I said I'd ask you.

- Well, you appear to have
got them halfway down already.

Where exactly are they stuck?

- They're not stuck.

I just want to know how
you feel about them.

- To be perfectly frank, they
don't do anything for me.

- They're not supposed
to do anything for you.

They're supposed to be keeping me warm.

- I see, and are they?

- Yes.

- Then what's the problem?

- Do you mind if I don't take them off?

- I would prefer it.

- Thank you.

- Always glad to be of assistance.

I wonder what the problem was?

- Hold the fort, will you?

I just want to go and get a
plug for this electric blanket.

- Have a nice coffee break, Mr. Grainger?

- Yes, but it's just as cold
in the canteen, you know.

I don't think my thermal
pad is working at all.

- Here, let me warm it up for you.

- Where did you get?

- It makes a lovely handwarmer.

- Where did you get it?

- Mr. Lucas did a foray to
the electrical department.

He's done us proud.

May I?

Don't be silly, it's only me.

Now, then, you'd better
take my hot-water bottle

just for the time being.

It'll take the chill off your kidneys.

- That's neat, thank you.

(humming)

(audience laughing)

- You shall go to the ball.

- Are you free, Mr. Humphries?

- Free, Captain Peacock.

- [Captain] Good, we mustn't
keep a customer waiting.

- The iron.

- It's all right, I've fixed
the electric blanket now.

- No, but listen, you don't seem.

- [Captain] Mr. Humphries.

- I think you're very wise, madam,

to buy two pairs of the wooly ones.

It can get very chilly up the Cairngorms.

- It can, indeed, thank
you so much for your help.

- You've had a long
coffee break, haven't you?

- I didn't have a coffee break,
I was too busy queuing up

in Wines and Spirits for your Wild Duck.

- Keep your voice down.

- They didn't have any half bottles.

I had to get a whole one,
it's on your account.

- A whole bottle?

How can I take a discreet nip

out of a whole bottle of brandy?

I meant a miniature.

- Can you put a drop of it in something?

- Yes, pass me one of those
dummy perfume bottles.

No, no, that one at the
top with the spray on.

Now put it there.

- Mrs. Slocombe, it's
free if you want to go.

(audience laughing)

(whistling)

- That's lovely.
(buzzing)

(popping)

- Are you being served, sir?

- I'd like to look at
some trousers, please.

- One moment, sir.
- Thank you.

- Mr. Humphries, where's Mr. Lucas?

- Excuse me, sir, he's round
the bend, Captain Peacock.

- The circulation's coming back again.

- Mr. Lucas, wake up, you have a customer.

- Have I, where?

- Over here, hurry.

- Ah, yes.

Can't he come over here?

- He wants a pair of
trousers, not shirts and ties.

- Right, yes, hang on.

Where's my shoes, what'd
I do with my shoes?

- Come on, come on, we'll lose him.

- I'm just coming, Captain Peacock.

- He won't be a moment, sir.

It's a very busy day, you know.

Lucas, your customer.

- Ah, there you are, yes.

Can I help you, sir?

- Yes, please, I'd, ahem.

I'd like a pair of trousers!

- Bring your tape over here, Lucas.

- My tape, yes, yes.

I suppose, I suppose the
gentleman couldn't come

and stick his leg up on the counter

and I could do it from here?

No, I suppose I couldn't.

(buzzing)

(popping)

- Don't worry, sir, he'll
be with you any minute.

Lucas!

- I just dropped my tape measure, sir.

I'll just take your inside leg, sir.

- Mr. Lucas, what have
you got on your feet?

- On my feet, Captain Peacock?

- Yes, Mr. Lucas.

- Ah, yes, well, it's a
new line, you see, sir.

Continental novelty footwarmers.

- They look like gloves.

- Quite right, yes.

They're dual-purpose, you see.

They were designed especially

because of the crisis in the Middle East.

- I don't quite see what
gloves have got to do

with the Middle East.

- Yes.

Well, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's.

It's quite, it's quite,
it's quite simple, really.

You see, because of the oil shortage,

we're using more coal to make electricity,

and we need the electricity
to boil our electric kettles

to make the hot water
for our hot-water bottles

to keep our feet warm.

If you wear these novelty footwarmers,

you don't need a hot-water
bottle to keep your feet warm,

thereby saving electricity
and saving the fuel

that our country so desperately needs.

- Well, if it's going to help
the economy, I'll take a pair.

Make it two pairs.

- Well done, Mr. Lucas.

- Oh, it was nothing, Captain Peacock.

- Try this one, madam.

It has a feeling of spring about it.

- It has, rather, I'll try it.

(audience laughing)

By jove, I needed that.

- Excuse me.

You don't think this hides
too much of my face, do you?

- Definitely not.

- I'm not too sure.

Perhaps you could show me some others?

- Certainly, madam, this way.

- Oh, most exotic.

That's better.

- There we are, sir, one pair of trousers

and two pairs of warmers.

If your wife's don't fit,

we can always give you another size.

Warmers, that is, not wife.

- Oh, yes.

Thank you very much.

- Idiot.

- We've sold right out
of wooly comforters.

What did you do with the iron?

- I haven't used the iron.

I've been using my electric blanket.

- Oh, no, Mr. Grainger's thermal pad.

- What about it?

- It's under the iron.

- Where's the iron?

- Under the hat.
- Where's the hat?

- On the counter.

(audience laughing)

- Are you free, Mr. Grainger?

- Yes, I'm free, Captain Peacock.

- How long have we been
displaying electrical equipment

in the Cardinal Wolsey cabinet?

- Are you free, Mr. Humphries?

- I'm afraid I am, Mr. Grainger.

Mr. Lucas is free, too.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Lucas, I'm sure
that you, of all people,

can tell us how an iron came
to be in the sock cabinet.

- An iron?

Well, perhaps it's a new sales
gimmick, Captain Peacock.

- Yes, keep your toes as warm as toast.

- And what is that?

- It's my thermal pad (crying).

- Glass of water for Mr. Grainger.

(knocking)

- Mr. Rumbold,

something of a very
serious nature has arisen.

- I do wish you'd wait
for me to say, come in

before you come in, Captain Peacock.

- I'm sorry, sir,

but I would like you to
have a look at these,

all discovered by me in
the Gentlemen's Outfitting.

- I would suggest that the
Lost Property Department

would be more appropriate.

- No, sir, these are not lost.

But I would draw your
attention to the fact

that they are all heating devices.

- It's hardly a startling revelation.

- Isn't half hot in here, isn't it?

- If that's all, Captain
Peacock, I am rather busy.

- Perhaps, sir, if I
explained it step by step,

it might perhaps help to clear the air.

- I wouldn't bank on it.

- Oh, I say, they've been
in there for 10 minutes.

- There's nobody to
attend to their customers.

- But there aren't any customers.

- That's neither here nor there.

That's no way to run a store.

- We could always give them a hand.

- I'm not measuring a man
for a pair of trousers.

Unless it was Steve McQueen.

- You'd never get him in Grace Brothers.

- True.

- You mean that, contrary
to my instructions,

all these heating
appliances have been used

behind my back, under my very nose?

- It doesn't seem possible, does it, sir?

I regret to say that Mr.
Lucas procured this equipment.

- Well, I wasn't only thinking of myself.

I mean, there was,

there was Mr. Humphries and
Mr. Grainger to consider.

- Were you a party to this, Mr. Grainger?

- Me, most certainly not.

- Of course he wasn't.

He thought I took his thermal
pad just to breathe on it.

- I'm appalled.

- Then what are you going
to do about it, sir?

- Can you smell something in here?

- If you'd all like to leave now,

I'd like a few moments to think it over.

- The place is rather close in here.

- Mr. Lucas, I'm coming
over faint, I'm sure--

- I give off a lot of body heat.

- Must be his metabolism.

- It's on fire!

- What?

- It's all right!
- Good heavens!

- It's all right, I'll get it!

It's all right, Mr. Rumbold!

(audience laughing)
(audience applauding)

- I think we must congratulate Mr. Lucas

on his timely action.

- I think we should
congratulate Mr. Rumbold

on his explanation of how

he put the electric fire in the drawer

so that nobody could use it,

then accidentally switched it on

by kicking his foot
against the wall switch.

- It's a most extraordinary
chain of events.

I think, in the circumstances,

we should close the department for the day

due to the extreme cold.

- Hear, hear.

- I shall notify Mr. Grace of my decision.

- Now's your chance.

- Morning, everybody.

- Good morning, Mr. Grace.

- I think you've all done very well

working in these cold conditions.

- [All] Thank you, Mr. Grace.

- I've brought you good news.

- We've had good news,
we'll be going home.

- I've just got the
heating turned on again.

- But I thought there was no fuel left.

- Well you see, I happen to own

the Wharfside Coke Company.

- How very fortuitous, Mr. Grace.

- But I thought your men

were all on strike, Mr. Grace.

- Ah, yes, yes, but I've sacked the men

and had the warehouse chopped up.

That should keep our
boilers going for a bit.

- That's the way to treat the workers,

Mr. Grace.

- Well, carry on.

You've all done very well.

- [All] Thank you, Mr. Grace.

(audience applauding)

- Well, I think in the circumstances,

we can overlook the illicit
use of heating appliances.

Back to your places, everyone.

- Actually, I have a confession to make.

I took the liberty of having
a little nip of something

to keep me warm.

- I wouldn't have minded
a drop myself, Betty.

- Be my guest, Stephen.

It's secreted in the perfume display.

- How ingenious.

- Open your mouth.

- As there are no customers around.

- This'll put the roses
back in your cheeks.

(gagging)

(audience laughing)
(audience applauding)

♫ Ground floor, perfumery

♫ Stationery and leather goods

♫ Wigs and haberdashery

♫ Kitchenware and food, going up

♫ First floor, telephones,
gents ready made suits

♫ Shirts, hats, ties

♫ Underwear, and shoes, going up

♫ Second floor, carpets

♫ Travel goods and bedding

♫ Materials, soft furnishings

♫ Restaurant and teas, going down

(audience applauding)