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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.