: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.
:13:00
-Good old boy, Arthur, was he?
-One of the old school, sir.
:13:07
Now, if l might....
:13:10
Very good, sir.
:13:12
Do we dress right or left?
:13:14
Most gentlemen favor left these days.
Don't think it's political.
:13:18
Never know where the bloody thing is.
Bobs about like a windsock.
:13:23
-You were saying?
-Saying, sir?
:13:25
Braithwaite. Telling you
to spread your wings.
:13:29
Yes, of course.
l remember it like yesterday.
:13:32
l was cutting a nice muted check
hacking jacket for Lord Braeburn.
:13:36
Finest mohair, dash of cashmere.
:13:39
l looked up and he was looking
at me from the doorway.
:13:43
Arthur Braithwaite, that is.
:13:45
He was a big man, imposing.
:13:47
He had a presence.
lt's hard to put it into words.
:13:50
-lt was the moustache.
-Moustache?
:13:52
Bloody great bushy job,
soup all over it.
:13:55
-There was no moustache in my day.
-l can see it now. Bright brown.
:13:59
l think we're being rumbled, Harry.
Admit nothing. Deny all.