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Don't worry about the length of the
fingers, sir. You'll find they'll ride

with wear.

And I'm sure you'll find they'll give
every satisfaction, don't you agree, Mr

Humphreys? Oh, yes, Mr Granger. It's
very difficult to distinguish that

imitation leatherette from the real
imitation leatherette.

And you'll find that the lining will
keep the hands wonderfully warm, won't

Mr Humphreys? Warm as toast, Mr Granger.
Yes, of course it will. That's because

it's made of real imitation simulated
nylon fur fabric, you see.

Thank you, Mr. Luther.

I wore a pair of those myself last
season, and I had quite a lot of

satisfaction, didn't I, Mr. Grayson?

I believe you did, Mr. Humphrey.

During the freeze -up last winter, you
know, when I couldn't fill my hot water

bottle, I wore a pair on my feet and I
got quite a lot of satisfaction too,

didn't I, Mr. Ruff?

What you say, Mr. Lucas, has a distinct
ring of truth about it, despite the fact

that you've only been with us two
months.

As a matter of fact, though, for the
Weiss brother, I don't like him very

Well, in that case, sir, you couldn't
have made a better choice.

Mrs. Slocum, that man's been hanging
round our underwear counter for the

Oh, dear.

Do you think he's one of those?

One of what?

A bon voyeur.

You know, they're the people who look
but don't touch.

Oh, I've never been out with one of
those.

Are you being served, sir?

No.

Do you have a male assistant on this
counter?

No, sir. This is ladies' underwear.

I just thought you might have a man to
help you. No, sir.

There isn't much demand for that sort of
thing at Graceland.

Ah. Well, uh... I want to purchase a
bra.

What size do you take?

That'll do, Miss Brahms.

Oh, no, no, no. It's for my fiancée.
She's a young girl.

Oh, congratulations.

Have you any idea what size the young
lady takes?

Well... Miss Brahms, go and polish
something.

I managed to knock this off when she
wasn't looking.

Oh, a clever of you.

She's a healthy girl, isn't she?

Miss Bronze, get out the 44s.

The Kilimanjaro range.

Mr Lucas.

Did you beckon me, Captain Peacock?

By standing up there near the lift,
you're out of your territory, you know.

Your place is at the other end of the
counter to allow Mr. Granger and Mr.

Humphreys first choice of the customers.

Yeah, well, that's all very well, but I
mean, I haven't had a customer all day.

Mr. Granger.

Is something wrong, Captain? Mr.

Lucas was bemoaning the fact that he
hadn't had a chance of serving a

all day.

I wasn't complaining, Mr. Granger. Mind
you, if I'm not allowed to earn any

commission, I can probably live for
another two or three days before I

death.

Well, I... Perhaps we have been a little
hard on him, you know.

I'm sure that my colleague and I could
hold back a little.

Mr. Humphreys, are you free?

Yes, I'm free, Mr. Granger.

The next customer will be Mr.

Lucas. Understood, Mr. Granger. Thank
you, Mr. Granger. Thank you, Mr.

Humphreys. Thank you again, Mr. Captain
Peacock.

Isn't it time for your tea break, Mr.
Lucas? I've given it up.

In that case, your customer is
approaching, Mr. Lucas.

Carry on, Mr. Luther.

Just my luck.

Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you,
sir?

Aye, well, I hope so.

Do you have any good, stout, long
-lasting, hard -wearing tweed?

Yes, well, let me think.

Do we have any good, stout...

Long -lasting hardware in tweed.

Something in the jacket line, perhaps,
sir? No, no.

Something in the trues line.

Trues? Trues, ma 'am. Briefs.

Are these tweed briefs?

Briefs? That's trousers, Mr. Lucas.

Ah, yes, of course, sir. Yes, yes,
trousers.

Yes, trousers.

And what waist are you, sir?

Thirty -six.

But forty would be more comfortable.

Thirty -six would force...

And your inside leg, sir?

Measure it.

I beg your pardon?

Measure it.

I've always worn the kilt. Never worn
breeks in my life.

Just a minute.

Mr. Granger, can I borrow your tape
measure? I've got to take that

inside leg.

I'd prefer that you borrowed Mr.

Humphrey's.

Mr.

Humphrey's doing me a favour. Take that
man's inside leg. Don't ask me. I've

given it up for Lent.

Anyway, he's your customer.

Well, all right, then. Well, lend me
your tape measure. Oh, here.

But don't lose it anywhere.

Hang on a minute.

What's going on? I'm warming the end a
bit.

Which side do you wear your sporencer?
On the left?

Oh, get on with it, man.

Do you think you're going with that
thing? I'm just looking at your inside

Away, you ignorant sassanac. In
Scotland, we always measure the inside

the outside.

Just about there.

I make this 32, including the sparring.

Do you think it suits me?

Oh, yes, it does, madam.

And those artificial cherries are very
youth -making.

Don't you think so, Miss Brown?

Oh, yes, Mrs Flocombe. Takes years off
her. Thank you, Miss Brown.

Madam's eyes.

I've got brown eyes.

That's what I mean.

The sort of brown that goes so well with
green.

Gives you a sort of film star look.

Marlene Dietrich.

But she's in her seventies.

Well, she wasn't when she was about
forty.

Do you think I should wear the brim out?

the fitting room, madam. You see, we
share our accommodation with gents,

-mades, and they've got eyes like orcs.

But they can't wait in their hours for
you to come and serve me.

Any trouble, Mrs. Slocum?

I thought you'd be over.

I'm just asking yourself, girl, if she's
got one cut a bit lower.

How much lower did you have in mind?

I'll deal with it, Captain Peacock.

Miss Brahms, get out a 38C platform.

With heavy -duty straps.

Will you take the hat, madam?

No.

No. I think I'll try on a pair of shoes
instead.

I see.

Captain Peacock? Yes, Mrs. Slocum? Would
you direct madam to the shoe

department? Certainly.

Will you come this way, madam?

I'm so sorry we couldn't find anything
to go with your face, madam.

But no doubt you'll try us again.

Awkward cow.

Mrs. Slocum, they've come out.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Mash, what have
come out? The transport, the trains,

buses, the lot, look.

They're out.

Traffic, chaos.

Up the workers.

Mr. Rumble says there'll be a meeting in
his office at 5 .30 today. Read the

transport strike.

Oh, just us heads of departments, all
the staff as well.

Oh, every... Does that include me, then?
No.

Isn't it marvellous, eh? I'm not even
everybody.

I'm nobody.

True.

Well, you've all seen the news.

I'm afraid the transport situation is
very grave.

But I'm proud to say that Grace Brothers
is going to rise to the occasion.

Are we going to man the buses, sir?

Mrs. Slocum will make a marvellous clip.
She's got plenty of room on top.

Don't encourage him, Miss Brown.

Now... Which was her car?

Oh, drat it. I let the chauffeur have
mine.

I had an old banger before the war, and
Mrs Granger made him give her up.

Mine's off the road, being prepared for
my continental touring holiday.

Oh, going to the Isle of Wight again,
are you?

Now, is any of us within walking
distance?

Well, I could be home by the morning if
I set off now.

It's as I thought. We are, in a sense,
stranded here.

But fortunately, Mr. Grace has kindly
given his permission for the employees

spend the night inside the store. Where
are we going to sleep?

On the floor.

I'm not sleeping on the floor.

I mean on the department floor, on
whatever bedding or other devices that

improvise. Commit Brahms and I bag the
waterbed on the fourth floor.

Only if you sleep inside it.

No, we're all staying on our own floors.
It's been agreed.

Yes, but what about privacy?

I mean, we can't all just kick down like
Sodom and Gomorrah.

Oh, swan and egg, girl.

I think Mrs. Slocum has raised a very
valid point. I think there should be

separation between the sexes.

And also within the sexes.

Perhaps the ladies could sleep in the
fitting room.

Miss Brahms and I are not sleeping in
that pokey hole with no air.

Well, I'll tell you what, you kip down
with the rest of us and I'll get you a

couple of chastity bouts other than
novelty department.

Just because it's after half past five.

Doesn't give you carte blanche to be
coarse, Mr. Lucas.

What we have to do is to improvise. Now,
let's all think very carefully.

Camping. I beg your pardon?

Camping. Were you never in the Scouts,
Mr. Humphreys?

Well, not officially, no.

Tents. We have tents.

Well, if we're going to sleep in tents,
I want one with a tout boat.

I feel sure I can speak for all the men
here when I tell you that we will not,

as you seem to suppose, behave like mad
dogs as soon as the lights are out.

Here, here.

We're all in this together. It's up to
us to make the best of it.

Let's see what we can fix up.

Camping equipment, please.

Did it... No, well, I can't... No, well,
it won't go, you see. I can't get it

in, you see, Captain Peacock. Do it from
inside.

Yes, all right. Get inside with it.

Get the spigot into the socket.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I can see that you were never in the
army, Mr... Well, I don't see why I

couldn't have spent the night in the toy
department in Peter Pan's house with

Wendy and the crocodile.

Are you referring to Wendy from the
gramophone department?

Oh, do you fancy her as well?

Captain Peacock, are you free?

Yes, Mrs. Slocum. Could I have your
assistance for a moment?

Certainly.

There's no curtain at my window.

I shouldn't worry, Mrs. Slocum. I mean,
you'll be sleeping on the floor, and

only a very tall person could see
anything, and even then he'd have to

tiptoe.

That's what I was thinking.

But apart from that, I mean, one usually
finds that condensation steams up the

windows. I can assure you, Captain
Peacock, that sleeping on an air bed

army blanket, I'm not likely to get up
much steam.

Oh, yes, yes, and there's another thing.

How am I supposed to do the zip -up from
inside?

Well, perhaps the best thing, Mrs.
Slocum, would be to get someone else to

you up after you're in.

Yes, but what if, for some reason or
other, I wanted to leave in a hurry in

night?

Well, if you think that sort of
emergency might occur, it might be wiser

leave your zip open.

Oh, it all seems very primitive.

Pajamas. Lovely white pajamas.

Get your pajamas off me.

Here you are. Fresh pajamas.

Fresh from the sales discount
department.

Here you are, missus.

Room for you and a friend.

Common things.

Oh, well, I suppose they're better than
nothing.

I think I'd prefer you in nothing.

Miss Brahms, our sleepwear has arrived.

What size are you? Oh, not for me,
thanks. I never wear anything in bed.

I don't like rough things next to my
skin.

Well, lucky you ain't got me in there
with you.

You will wear pyjamas tonight, Miss
Brahms. Suppose there was a fire and you

no clothes on. Oh, I'd be first to be
rescued.

I can't wear these.

They're men's. There's the flap at the
front.

Well, find a safety pin and wear them
the wrong way round.

Who's in here, then? I am, and mind
where you're putting your hands.

Want some jamas? No, thank you. I've
made them.

From a friend of mine in the gentleman's
boutique.

Anna May Wong rides again, ain't she?

Are you in there, Mr. Granger, sir?

Are you all right, Mr. Granger?

I'm trying to get my trousers off.

It isn't easy, you know.

One pair of bananas, Mr. Granger.

I think perhaps it would be more
dignified if I changed in the

cloakroom.

Oh, the things you see when you haven't
got your gun.

Mr. Granger, you've left your flap open.

On your tent.

I don't think that was very funny, Mr.
Lewis.

Captain Peacock.

Top quality passion killers.

Haven't you got anything other than
stripes?

What do you want then? Pips?

I think that having regard for my
position, I should have something that

me look a little different from the
rest.

Why don't you leave the trousers off
then?

Sorry, Captain Peacock. I'll see if I
can find you something else. Yes, do.

Blimey, I'll be quicker to pinch one of
Mrs. Slocum's bras and sling it up as an

ammo.

Last pair, Mr Lucas.

Oh, ta.

Great.

What am I supposed to do with these?

Blimey, how did they get in there?

They must have come from the window
display. The window display? How many

-legged men go window shopping?

No, it's a bed advert, you see. The he
-dummy was getting out one side of the

bed, and the she -dummy was getting out
the other side of the bed, and they used

one pair of charms for two, see?

But I can't wear these in mixed company.

Well, all you do is you put both legs
down there and you hop in the bed.

Here.

What's your game?

I'm sorry, Mrs... Miss Brahms, that I
was under the impression that this is

where I was supposed to be sleeping. Not
on your nelly, Captain Peacock.

You're supposed to be in the big tent
with Mrs Slocum.

Well, then you take it up with her and
you'd better not.

By the way, Miss Brahms, your pyjamas
should be on the other way round.

Look, you do your thing your way, and
I'll do my thing my way.

Mrs. Slocum?

Mrs. Clover.

Just a minute, Captain Peacock.

I can come back later.

Oh, not at all.

It's all right. I've got the stopper in.
I was blowing up my

air bed and it takes puff after puff
after puff.

Mrs. Slocum, what is Miss Brahms doing
in that tent?

Knowing you, I'm surprised you haven't
looked.

Yes, and I was putting on me pyjamas.

Captain Peacock.

The point is, Mrs. Slocum, that this
large tent is for yourself and Miss

There's going to be no one in my boudoir
when I blow out the candle.

I have no other accommodation.

Where am I supposed to bivouac?

I don't care. Wacket's nothing to do
with me.

What on earth is that, Mr Mash?

It's a big Captain Peacock. Mr Brumhold
ordered it, sir.

I'm very thoughtful of him.

It's not there, Mr Mash.

Well, it wouldn't go through your office
door, sir. I can't sleep out here with

the staff.

You can't sleep out here with the staff.
Of course I can sleep out here with the

staff.

Don't be silly. Now, how does this thing
work?

Oh, well, you pull this down, see, sir.

I need a pole. Like that, see?

Put it down.

Excuse me, sir. Get the little legs down
there, see?

Look, nice little bed there. You see,
really, it should be screwed to the

bedroom wall, sir. You see, so when your
bird's father knocks at the door, you

press the button and she goes up the
wall instead of him, see?

That'll do, Mr. Marsh.

An ingenious device, is it not?

Yes, most ingenious.

Quite roomy.

Yes, well, it is sold as a small double.

It might help to solve a slight problem
we have, sir.

What problem? Miss Brahms refuses to
leave my tent.

Have you tried persuading her?

Yes, she was quite adamant.

You're quite right to tell me, of
course. What you do after hours in

times is entirely your own affair, but
you could hardly go through with this

under our very noses, so to speak.

I think you may have, sir, what might be
termed the wrong end of the stick.

Have I?

Yes, sir.

I had arranged...

for Mrs. Slocum to have that large tent
because I was quite sure that she would

be willing to share.

To my surprise, she wouldn't hear of it.

Do you suppose she has heard about you
and Miss Brahms?

I was trying to get Miss Brahms and Mrs.
Slocum together in the same tent.

What, all three of you?

No, sir. I don't want to share with the
ladies.

Ah, good.

I want to share with you.

Yes, it brought back memories of the
army and the lads. The heat, the sunset,

the endless shifting sands.

How long were you at Bognor Regis,
Captain?

Lucas, when you were at school, I was
with some of the toughest soldiers in

world, chasing Rommel through the
desert.

Some people have all the luck.

Yes, Lucas, some people seem to forget
that men like Captain Peacock and myself

were instrumental in making this a
country fit for heroes to live in.

What were you in there, Mr. Rumboldt?

Catering Corps. The Naffy?

Not the Naffy, Mr. Lucas.

The Catering Corps was a very important
part of the service.

The army marched on its stomach,
remember.

I suppose they couldn't walk upright for
the indigestion.

Unfortunately, Captain Peacock, these
youngsters seem to forget what we went

through. Were you in the Naffy, Mrs.
Slocum?

No, of course I was a mere slip of a
girl, but I was in air raid precaution.

In fact, that's how I met my husband
during an air raid. The bombs were

down and I saw his face lit by an
incendiary.

He threw me on my face and said, look
out, here comes a big one.

I suppose there wasn't much time for
chatting in those days.

And when it had gone off...

We headed for the nearest shelter, and
it was then I knew that it was love at

first sight.

The first bomb site you come to.

Oh, you have got a nasty mind.

Where were you when all this was
happening, Mr. Granger?

I was in Ensa, entertaining the troops.

What does Ensa stand for?

Every night something awful happens.

You did a grand job, you Ensa chaps.

Oh, thank you, yes. I used to do
impersonations, you know. I called

Whimsical Willie.

I did impersonations of Hitler and
Goering and Goebbels and von Ribbentrop

Lord Haw -Haw. Whose side were you on?

Oh, I used to do Mr.

Churchill as well.

Do your Lord Haw -Haw for us, Mr.
Granger.

He was the one who used to broadcast
propaganda to England.

Well, I don't know if I can. It was so
many years ago, you know. The last I met

him was at a concert in Tobruk.

Germany calling!

Germany calling!

Your English have no chance of winning
the war.

The German army is invincible.

Oh, lifelike.

It shivers up your spine.

And then I used to do Mr. Winston
Churchill, you know.

We will fight on the beaches.

We will fight on the landing grounds.

We will fight in the streets and in the
villages.

But we will never surrender.

Give us the tools and we will finish the
job.

And then I used to raise my hat.

I think you were very brave, Mr Graham.

With an act like that, he had to be.

Of course, I wasn't around when all this
was going on. Oh, where were you then?

I wasn't born, but it was the war that
brought my mother and father together.

We've still got pictures of him with his
black face running up the beach.

What was he, the first illegal
immigrant?

He was a commando.

Ah, the toughest.

Absolutely ruthless.

My mum found him in her bicycle shed.

He was on a training exercise and it
switched.

What are you doing, she said.

Looking for the Jerry, he said.

So she took him indoors and showed him
upstairs.

And, well, they just sort of clicked.

Isn't that romantic?

You know, I'm sorry I missed all that,
really.

Still, no matter what happens, even in
spite of me... Peer to your drums and me

flat feet. Whatever happens, I'll be
there at the front the next time.

Dressed as a woman with a ticket for
Sweden, no doubt.

Well, I think it's time for lights out.

It's been a most enjoyable evening.

Just like the old Boy Scout jamborees.

It's only half past ten.

Shall I put the campfire out, Mr Rumble?

Oh, yes, we don't want to take any
risks.

Hello. Churchill's having one of his
catnaps again.

Somebody better wake him up. It's time
to go to bed.

Sir, please.

Are you free, Mr Granger?

Yes, I'm free.

Good night, Mr Granger.

Good night, everybody.

Hey, Shirley.

Fancy a game of ping -pong in the sports
department?

No, thank you. How about sardines in
soft furnishings?

Get in your tent and zip yourself up.

What? Would you like me to go to the
library and get you a copy of The

Woman?

Two copies.

Has anybody set the alarm for tomorrow
morning?

I set the burglar alarm for tonight.

I hope you catch one.

Love to you, sir.

Oh, thank you very much.

I'm going to keep my thoughts on, if you
don't mind.

Not at all, sir.

That's enough, Mr. Lucas.

Good night, Mrs. Slocum. Are you
standing on tiptoe?

No, Mrs. Slocum. Oh.

Oh, dratic, there goes Miss Topper.

Fire! Fire!

Fire!

Well,

that's dampened it down a bit.

Good night, Mr Humphreys. Good night, Mr
Lucas.

I won't come out. I've just put cream on
my face.

Ah, just think.

Those teeth once did Winston Churchill.

Good night, Mr Granger.

Don't bother.

You're not going to read, are you,
Captain Peacock?

No, sir.

Can you get rid of that thing?

What thing?

The light.

Oh, yes, sir.

There's nothing on my side.

Oh, damn, it must be on mine.

Mr Lucas, you're not in bed yet. I'm
just going, sir.

Turn this lamp out for us, will you?

Certainly, sir.

Not the lever.