All language subtitles for Phantom Thread 2017 Eng-1

Reynolds has made my
dreams come true.

And I have given him what
he desires most in return.

And what's that?

Every piece of me.

He's a very demanding man,
isn't he?

Must be quite a challenge
to be with him.

Yes.

Maybe he is the
most demanding man.

Morning, ladies.

-Morning.
-Morning, Madame.

Good morning, ladies.

-Good morning, Biddy.
-Good morning, Mr. Woodcock.

-Morning, Nana.
-Morning, Mr. Woodcock.

-Pippa.
-Morning, sir.

Try these.

Reynolds?

They're delicious.

Remember I told you, Johanna?

No more sludgy things.

I didn’t know that.

You may have told
it to someone else.

Morning.

Morning, my old so-and-so.

Where have you gone, Reynolds?

There's nothing I can say...

to get your attention
aimed back at me...

Is there?

I cannot begin my day
with a confrontation.

Please?

I'm delivering the dress today...

and I can't take up space
with a confrontation.

I simply don't have time
for confrontations.

Good morning, Countess.

Good morning, Cyril.

Good morning, Peter.

Who's this beautiful stranger?

I need to see you
far more often, Henrietta.

I am very excited.

I am, too. Come in.

Exquisite.

Yes?

Let's take it for a walk.

Beautiful work, ladies.
Thank you very much.

It's beautiful, Reynolds.

Worth everything
we've been through.

I feel like it would
give me courage.

Ladies and gentlemen,
take your seats, please.

-She here?
-Yes, sir.

Well, what do you want to do
about Johanna?

I mean, she's lovely,
but the time has come.

And she's getting
fat sitting around

waiting for you to fall
in love with her again.

I'll give her the October dress.

That's all right?

I have an unsettled feeling...

based on...

nothing I can put my finger on.

Just butterflies.

Been having the strongest
memories of Mama lately.

Coming to me in my dreams...

Smelling her scent...

The strongest sense that...

she's near us.

And reaching out towards us.

Very much hope that she saw
the dress tonight, don't you?

Yes.

It's comforting

to think the dead are watching
over the living.

I don't find that spooky at all.

Why don't you go
to the country tonight?

I'll follow tomorrow.

Good idea.

I like that idea very much.

My old so-and-so.

Mr. Hansford?

Mr. Hansford, hello?

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Fill us up please.
And check the oil and tires.

Lots of frost this morning.

It's cold, innit? It's very bitter.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

What would you like to order?

A Welsh rabbit.

With a poached egg
on top, please.

Not too runny.

And bacon.

Scones.

Butter, cream.

Jam.

Not strawberry.

No.

Raspberry.

What else?

Coffee or tea?

Do you have lapsang?

I'll have a pot
of lapsang, please.

Good choice.

And some sausages.

And some sausages.

Show me.

Will you remember?

Yes.

I'm keeping this.

And now?

Will you have dinner with me?

Yes.

For the hungry boy.
My name is Alma.

-Am I late?
-No.

What do you think?

Hm.

I like the sauce.

Custard.

It's quite good.

May I, Alma?

I like to see who I'm talking to.

Here.

There you are.

That's better.

Does you mother have brown eyes?

Green.

Do you look very much like her?

I don't know. I think so.

Do you have a photograph?

Yes.

Will you let me see it?

Not here, at home.

Carry it with you.

Always carry her with you.

Where's yours?

Your mother?

She's here in the canvas.

-What do you mean?
-Hm.

You can sew almost anything
into the canvas of a coat.

Secrets.

Coins.

Words, little messages.

When I was a boy, I started to

hide things in the linings
of the garments.

Things that only
I knew were there.

And over my breast, I have
a lock of my mother's hair.

To keep her
close to me always.

She's quite a remarkable woman.
She taught me my trade.

So, I try to
never be without her.

You must love her very much.

Hello.

This is Alma.
Say hello to Alma.

Hello.

Come on, come on.

-Hello.
-Watch over the house.

I made this dress for her
when I was 16 years old.

Beautiful.

It was for her second husband,
their wedding.

My father had died
many years before.

Our nanny, the evil
Miss Blackwood...

"The Black Death"
we used to call her,

because of superstition, she
refused to help me sew the dress

as she believed it would
bring her bad fortune...

to never be a bride.

Not that anyone
would've had her.

And she seemed ancient to us,
I've no idea how old she actually was.

And monstrously ugly.

So...

I worked alone for months
and months, hunched over.

Sewing and sweating and sewing.

And the Black Death
never married anyway.

The help I could've had from her.

It was my sister, Cyril,
came to my rescue in the end.

There were endless superstitions

when making a wedding dress.

Young girls are afraid they'll
never marry if they touch one.

Models afraid they'll...

marry only bald men
if they put one on.

And where's the dress now?

I have no idea
what happened to it.

No idea.

Um, it's probably turned
to ashes by now.

Fallen to pieces.

And... your sister?

What?

Did she ever marry?

No.

Come over, let's have a fire.

If you want to have a staring
contest with me, you will lose.

Hm.

You are a very handsome man.

You must be around
many beautiful women.

Yes.

Why are you not married?

I make dresses.

You cannot be married
when you make dresses?

I'm certain I was
never meant to marry.

I'm a confirmed bachelor.

I'm incurable.

Hmm.

Marriage would
make me deceitful,

and I don't ever want that.

You sound so sure about things.

I'm sure about that.

I think you are
only acting strong.

No, I am strong.

For who?

Not for me, I hope.

I think it's the expectations
and assumptions of others...

that cause heartache.

Would you help me
with something?

-Yes.
-Come on.

Good, just jump up
on the box for me.

Um...

I think we're going to try and...

pull this back for you.

Pretty good.

A moment.

Save that one for
another time.

Quite nice.

Hmm.

Dead serious.

This one.

Do you like it?

-Yes.
-It's pretty good.

That's it.

Let's get that off you and then...

I'd like to take your measurements.
Is that all right?

And who is this lovely creature
making the house smell so nice?

Hello, I'm Alma.

I'm Cyril.

Sandalwood and rose water.

Hmm, sherry... and...

lemon juice?

Mm, mm-hmm, we had
fish for dinner.

My old sew-and-sew.
Would you mind?

Will you step towards me.
Ready?

Thirty-two.

Thirty.

Thirty-one.

Thirty-five and a half.

Fourteen and a half.

Seventeen.

Twenty.

Just stand normally.

Yes.

I stand normally.

Like before.

-What do you mean?
-Straight.

Straight?

-Like that.
-Yeah, you didn't say that.

Sixteen and a half.

Eight and a half.

You have no breasts.
Twenty-two.

-Yes, I know.
-Thirty-two and a half.

You can drop your arm now.

I'm sorry.

No, no, you're perfect.

My job to give you some.

If I choose to.

Ten.

Nine.

Six and a half.

Twenty...five.

And... forty-five.

That's it.

Would you try
something else for me?

Yes.

You have the ideal shape.

-I do?
-Hm.

He likes a little belly.

I never really liked myself.

I thought my...

shoulders were too wide.

My neck was
skinny like a bird.

That I had no breasts.

I felt my...
hips were larger than needed.

And my arms strong.

I feel as if I've been looking
for you for a very long time.

You found me.

Whatever you do...

do it carefully.

But in his work,
I've become perfect.

And I feel just right.

Maybe that's how all women
feel...in his clothes.

You look beautiful.

Really.

Very beautiful.

You're making me
extremely hungry.

-I ordered you a steak tartare.
-Oh, perfect. Thank you.

My little carnivore.

I've just been on the telephone
to your favorite client.

Mm-hmm.

Barbara Rose is getting
married again.

Oh, goody.

All right, well...

I think I better have
another one of these.

That's your room.

I'm right next door.

Get your rest.

We'll start early
in the morning.

How early?

I'll wake you.

Night.

Goodnight.

Sometimes, we wake up
at four in the morning...

after we'd gone to
bed at midnight.

And then he's ready
to start again.

And I can stand endlessly.

No one can stand
as long as I can.

What is it, Alma?

What are you looking
so forlorn about, hm?

I don't know, I...

I don't think I like
the fabric so much.

Well, Alma, this fabric is adored

by the women who
wear our design.

It's perfect for this dress.

Cyril is right.

Cyril is always right.

It's not because the
fabric is adored

by the clients
that Cyril is right.

It's right because it's right.

Because it's beautiful.

Maybe one day you will
change your taste, Alma.

Maybe not.

Maybe you have no taste.

Maybe I like my own taste.

Yeah, it's just enough
to get you into trouble.

Perhaps I'm looking for trouble.

Stop.

Excuse me, Mr. Woodcock.

Yes?

I would like to say
that I hope one day

I could wear one
of your dresses.

Well, thank you.

If that's your wish, I hope
it comes true for you.

She really means it.

She told me she wants to be
buried in a dress that you made.

-Thank you.
-Thank you,

ladies for your kind words.
Good night.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-Good night.
-Good night. Thank you very much.

You'd dig her up and sell the
dress again, wouldn't you, Nigel?

Well, otherwise it would seem to

be going to a waste,
but yeah, any wombat can try.

Nigel, why don't you
watch your words?

What?

Have you had enough to eat?

You seem thirsty.

Morning, Reynolds.

Morning, Cyril.

Please, don't move
so much, Alma.

I'm...buttering my toast.
I'm not moving too much.

Well, it's too much.

It's a distraction.
It's very distracting.

Maybe you...

pay too much attention to it.

It's hard to ignore.

It's as if you just rode
a horse across the room.

It's too much movement.

It's entirely too much
movement at breakfast.

Perhaps you should take
your breakfast after him.

Or in your room?

I think he's being too fussy.

His routine when he's in it
is best not shaken.

-Well...
-This is a quiet time.

Not to be misused.

If breakfast isn't right,

it's very hard for him to recover
for the rest of the day.

I didn't know that.

No, of course you didn't.

But you do now.

Still, I think he's too fussy.

Well, that's as may be.

This is...

Flemish bobbin lace
from the late 1600s.

It's very rare, very precious.

I rescued it from
Antwerp during the war.

I've been waiting for
the right moment to...

to make something with it.

Hold it.

That's very nice.
That's beautiful.

-Very nice.
-Best yet.

Beautiful.

And, um, just look towards
the window, please, Alma.

Amber, could-could you
just lift the bodice...

a little bit.

It keeps dropping down.

We need to get that
adjusted properly.

It's ridiculous.

Just get it fixed.

Yes, sir.

It should've been ready today,
quite honestly.

I don't understand why...

-I'm not sitting on the floor.
-Sit on the floor.

Ah, that's great.

That's great.

Enough.

Have I finished yet?

All right, that's it.

I need to do some work.

Hell.

Yes?

May I come in?

I'm working.

Do you need anything?

Just pull this over the shoulders.

Show the dress...

and put it on completely.

Good, good, good.

Alma...she ready?

Me? wait.

Come on, please.

Ingrid?

Cape's wrong, let me do it.

Let me do it.

Ellie, ready?

Let's have a look at you.
Stand here.

All right.

Off you go, thank you.
Ingrid, you ready?

Let me do it, let me do it.

You're no good to me
just standing there.

-I-I need your hands...
-Sorry, sir.

Just go. Go, go!

I'm sorry.

Let me drive for you.

You see, when you...

when you love your work...

and you can give

like he does...

you need...

to come down...

again.

And then, he's...

he's a baby, he's...

like a spoiled little baby.

When he's like this, he's...

very tender.

Open.

How long would these
episodes last?

Only a few days and...

then he's well again.

No, Alma, what are you doing?

It's tea for you.

Don't put the tray on
the table, please.

Just take it off.

I didn't ask for tea.

No, but...

Take it out, please.

Yes, I can take it out.

It's a bit late now, isn't it?

I'm taking it out.

Yeah, but it's a bit
late now, isn't it?

But I'm taking it out.

The tea is going out.

The interruption is staying
right here with me.

What if they
are yellow underneath

and white on top?

The poisoned ones have gills.

Look at the book in the kitchen.

We cook them in fat?

No, we'll cook them in butter.

But not too much.

Mr. Woodcock detests
too much butter.

There's a very good chance
Barbara Rose will ask you

to attend her wedding.

What do you want me
to do with that?

Accept her invitation.

You can stomach it.

I really wish I hadn't heard
this till later on, Cyril.

It's very unsettling.

Well...

Chin up.

Barbara Rose pays
for this house.

All right?

Morning, Barbara.

Morning, Cal. Morning, Tippy.

Morning, Mr. Woodcock.

Reynolds.

Let's get started.

Just going to lift this up, Barbara.

I know you're doing
the best you can.

Don't do that.

-Take your hand away, please.
-I'm still so ugly.

Barbara, I'm trying to make
you a beautiful dress.

I need your help.

Oh, please.

Reynolds, will you come?

Stand still, please.

It's really not my place, Barbara.

This is what I do.

This is my place here.

I'm afraid I must insist

that you come.

George Riley, News of the World.

Who would be attendant
at the wedding?

Oh, my son, Cal.

My Cal.

My son is so wonderful.

He's so in favor of this marriage.

John Evans, Daily Mail.

And what of
your holdings, Ms. Rose?

Do they become
Dominican property?

Oh, I don't think so.

If I may say, we are being
married under Dominican law, but

in my country,
her money belongs to her

and my money belongs to me.

Anyway, why would
I need her money?

I have enough of my own.

What's Barbara brought
into your life?

I brought sincerity into his life.

-Sincerity?
-One kiss for the cameras.

Go on, give us a kiss for
the camera, Ms. Rose.

The answer to the question...
is sincerity.

Let's give them a
kiss for the cameras.

Rubio, tell us about selling visas
to the Jews during the war.

Visas to Jews?

Thank you very much.

Jews, visas?

That dress doesn't belong here.

-Don't start crying.
-I'm not crying.

I'm angry.

-Don't start blubbering, Alma.
-I'm not blubbering.

She doesn't deserve it.

It's your work!

Come on.

Tippy?

Mr. Woodcock.

-What is it?
-I would like the dress back.

Ms. Rose is sleeping.

Well, it's got nothing
to do with the dress.

Can you go and
get it for me, please?

She's sleeping.

In the dress?

Well, yes.

Go and take the dress off her
and bring it to me right away.

I don't think so.

Take the fucking
dress off Barbara

and bring it to me
or I'll do it myself!

I beg your pardon?

Alma.

Ah!

Ah!

Oh.

Hello, Mr. Woodcock.

Cal.

I...

It's no business of ours...

what Mrs. Rose decides
to do with her life.

But she can no longer
behave like this...

in a dress by the
House of Woodcock!

Thank you.

I love you.

-At the gray, that's the mother.
-Gracie?

Um, she can wear something
like that, but...

-I'll introduce her to...
-It's Mona's day.

Yes, it is.

I'd like to make
something for her.

Yes, of course.

She mentioned that last time...

-Did she? Did she really?
-Yeah.

All right.

-Julie?
-Yes, sir.

-Do we have porridge?
-Yes, we do.

-Um, do we have cream?
-We do, yes.

-Thick cream?
-Oh, yes.

-That's what I'd like.
-Porridge's set.

-Don't forget the salt.
-I shan't, I shan't.

Oh, Alma, would you
like some porridge?

-Yes.
-This morning?

-Some for Alma, as well.
-Right, you are.

And um, bacon and eggs.

All right, sir.

Morning.

I'm so hungry.

Delighted that we have
cream in the house.

Yes.

Makes all the difference.

It's essential with porridge.

A little bit naughty, though.

Dear Reynolds.

Your Royal Highness.

Happy...you're welcome.

How nice to see you.

Your Royal Highness.

Cyril!

Hello, how lovely to see you.

S'il vous plaît.

When you dream about
your wedding dress,

what is it that you dream?

I dream that it's the most
beautiful wedding dress

in the world.

Naturally.

Perhaps the only wedding
dress in the world.

Yes.

Well, to take it just
a little step further,

perhaps the only wedding
dress that was ever made.

Oui.

Is Your Royal Highness a gold
person or a silver person?

-Silver.
-Good.

Lace or pearl?

Lace.

Very good.

Merci.

I want to wish you...

good fortune for your wedding.