:11:01
What did you have in mind,
sir, exactly?
:11:03
l thought l'd start with a few
lounge suits. See how they go.
:11:07
After that, well, the ''full monty,''
as old Braithwaite used to say.
:11:12
l see. Very good, sir.
:11:14
Pity the expression's been hijacked.
Means quite the other thing now.
:11:18
-So they tell me, sir.
-Bollock naked, in fact.
:11:21
-Quite so, sir.
-Money's no problem.
:11:24
Take a look at these, sir.
See what takes your fancy.
:11:27
They're all the right weight
for this diabolical climate.
:11:31
Seven ounces of nicely breathing,
finest worsted.
:11:34
About all a man could
or should put up with.
:11:36
How about this one?
Alpaca, am l right?
:11:39
-Very good, sir.
-Perfect.
:11:41
And exactly what l should've picked.
:11:44
Given that money's no object?
:11:48
-So, what's next?
-Ah! The sun!
:11:51
Vital statistics.
Please step this way.
:11:53
Certainly.
:11:55
lf l could ask you to slip off
your jacket. Thank you, sir.
:12:12
You were Noriega's tailor,
weren't you, in his time?
:12:15
l'm sorry, sir, is that a problem?
:12:18
Not necessarily.
Smelly little bugger, was he?
:12:22
lf l may, sir.
:12:26
Forty.
:12:27
And the waist....
:12:29
What's the damage?
:12:30
A very creditable 34-plus.
:12:33
Plus what?
:12:34
Plus lunch, put it that way, sir.
:12:38
Very good.
:12:39
Do you ever miss it?
The old country? Savile Row?
:12:44
The Row. Well, now...
:12:47
...l do and l don't.
:12:49
Nothing beats it,
but when l was there...
:12:52
...l always felt very much
in old Arthur Braithwaite's shadow.
:12:56
Though it was Arthur Braithwaite
who encouraged me to spread my wings.