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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's the most
demanding man.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Morning. - Morning.
- Morning.

- Morning, ladies.
- Morning.

- Morning.
- Morning, madam.

Good morning, ladies.

Morning, Biddy.

Morning, Mr. Woodcock.

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

- Pippa.
- Morning, sir.

Try these.

Reynolds.

They're delicious.

Remember I told you, Johanna.

No more stodgy 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. - Yes.
- Thank you. - Hear, hear.

It's beautiful, Reynolds.

Worth everything
we've been through.

I feel like
it will give me courage.

Ladies and gentlemen,
take your seats, please.

- Evening, Stephen. Is she here?
- Yes, sir.

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.

If 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.

Reaching out towards us.

I 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.

Good.

Mr. Hansford?

- Mr. Hansford?
- Hello.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- Fill it up, please.
- I will do.

And check the oil and tires.

Lovely. Thank you.

It's a hard frost
this morning.

It's cold, isn't it?
It's very bitter.

Excuse me.

Could we have a bit more toast,
please?

Yes.

She's got it sorted?

Here you are.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Morning.

What would you like to order?

A Welsh rarebit.

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?

Mm.

I like the sauce.

Custard.

It's quite good.

Mm-hmm.

May I, Alma?

I like to see
who I'm talking to.

Here.

There you are.

That's better.

Does your 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.

Would 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?
- Hmm.

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 was 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.
- This is Alma.

Come say hello to Alma.

- Come on, come on.
- Hello.

Shall we show her
the house, lads?

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

Beautiful.

'Twas for her second
husband, for the wedding.

My father had died
many years before.

Our nanny,
the evil Miss Blackwood...

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 have 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.

All the help I could have had
from her.

'Twas my sister, Cyril,
came to my rescue in the end.

There are endless
superstitions

when making a wedding dress.

Young girls afraid
they'll never marry

if they touch one.

Or 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.

Oh, most probably turned
to ashes by now,

fallen to pieces.

And your sister?

What?

Did she ever marry?

No.

Come on, boys,
let's have a fire.

If you want to have
a staring contest with me,

you will lose.

Hmm.

You are a very handsome man.

You must be around
many beautiful women.

Yes.

So 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're 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 gonna try and...

pull this back for you.

Pretty good.

One moment.

We'll save that one for...
another time.

Quite nice.

But, um...

Mm.

Bit serious.

This one.

Do you like it?

- Yes.
- It's very good.

That's it.

Let's get that off you,

and then I'd like to take
your measurements.

Is that all right?

Who's this lovely creature
making the house smell so nice?

Hello. I'm Alma.

I'm Cyril.

Sandalwood and rose water.

Mm, sherry and...

lemon juice?

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

My old so-and-so,
would you mind?

Can you step towards me?

Ready?

Thirty-two.

Thirty.

Thirty-one.

35 and a half.

14 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.

16 and a half.

Eight and a half.

You have no breasts.

Twenty-two.

- Yes, I know.
- 32 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... 45.

That's it.

Would you try something else
for me?

Yes.

You have the ideal shape.

I do?

Mm-hmm.

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 too 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 become perfect.

And I feel just right.

- Mademoiselle.
- Ah.

Good evening,
Mr. Woodcock, sir.

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

Thank you, sir.
And bon appétit.

You look beautiful, really.

Very beautiful.

You're making me
extremely hungry.

Thank you.

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...

think I'd 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.

Good night.

Sometimes,

we wake up at 4:00
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, hmm?

I don't know, I...

I think I don't like
the-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.

And 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'll change
your taste, Alma.

Maybe not.

Maybe you have no taste.

Maybe I like my own taste.

Yes, just enough to get you
into trouble.

- Perhaps I'm looking for trouble.
- Stop!

You know, at the big races
and the Derby

- and those...
- Excuse me.

- Mr. Woodcock.
- Yes?

I would like to say
that I hope one day

I could wear
one of your dresses.

Oh, 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 make.

Hmm.

- 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, I mean,
one but can try.

Nigel, why aren't you
eating your profiteroles?

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.

No, 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.

This is 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, hold it.

- That's it. That's good.
- That's very nice.

- That's beautiful.
- Very nice.

- Best yet. Beautiful.
- Turn towards the light.

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.
- Straight down.

- Just get it fixed.
- Yes, sir.

Should've been ready today,
quite honestly.

I don't understand
why it wasn't.

I'm not sitting on the floor.

Sit on the floor.

You're lovely.

Ah, that's great.

That's great.

- Enough.
- Hold that while I change the film.

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?

Let's put this
on her shoulders.

Shoulder breadth, and then
you can put it on completely.

Good, good, good.

Alma? Is she ready?

Nearly, nearly.

Come on, please.

There you go.

Ingrid.

Uh, cape's wrong. Let me do it.

Let me do it.

Good. Go.

Ellie, you ready?

Let's have a look at you.

Stand here, please.

Right.

Off you go.
Thank you, Pippa.

Ingrid, you ready?

Let me do it, let me do it.
Damn it.

You're no good to me
just standing there, Pippa.

- I need your hands on there.
- Sorry, sir. Sorry. Yes.

Just go. Go, go.

I'm sorry.
I beg your pardon.

Let me drive for you.

Yeah.

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 will
these episodes last?

Only a few days,
and then he's well again.

Oh, no, Alma,
what are you doing?

There'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...

Can you 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 poison 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.

If 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.

Good morning, Mr. Woodcock.

Reynolds.

Let's get started.

No.

Put it in there.

Oh. Thank you.

I'm just going to lift this up,
Barbara.

Oh.

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.

Please.

Reynolds, will you come?

Just 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'll be the attendant
at the wedding?

My son, Cal.

My Cal, my son.

He's so wonderful.

He's so in favor
of this marriage.

John Evans, Daily Mail.

And what of your holdings,
Miss Rose?

Do they become
Dominican property?

I don't know.
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?
- Then one kiss for the cameras.

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

The answer to the question...
is sincerity.

Let's give them a kiss...

Rubio, tell us about selling
visas to the Jews

- during the war.
- Thank you.

Visas? Jews?

Thank you very much, gentlemen.

- Thank you for that.
- 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.

Miss Rose is sleeping.

Well, that'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.

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

and be dressed
by the House of Woodcock.

Thank you.

I love you.

Pedigree. That's for mother.

Racy.

Um, she'd like
something like that, but...

- Thank you, Juliet.
- It's Mona's day.

- Yes, it is.
- So I'd like to make something for her.

Yes, of course.

- She mentioned that last time.
- Did she?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Did she really?

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
for breakfast, please.

- All right, sir.
- Don't forget the salt this time.

- I shan't, I shan't.
- Oh, Alma,

- would you like some porridge... this morning?
- Yes.

- Some for Alma as well, please.
- Right away.

And, um, bacon and eggs
with that.

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.

- Hello.
- How beautiful you are.

How nice to see you again.

Your Royal Highness.

- Cyril.
- Your Highness.

- Hello.
- How lovely to see you.

Good morning.

La maison est si contente
de vous revoir.

Merci, Reynolds.

Huit mois?

- Enchanté.
- Enchanté.

Madame.

Je peux vous offrir quelque
chose à boire?

S'il vous plaît.

Faites comme chez vous.

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.

Or 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.

J'aime les macarons,
mais quand même.

84. Non.

Mais si, regarde.

- Les épaules!
- Non.

- Quoi?
- C'est 25.

Arrête.

I want to wish you...

good fortune for your wedding.

Thank you.

Je m'appelle Alma.

Lovely to meet you, Alma.

I live here.

Moi, je pensais
que c'était 32, tu vois?

Et là, c'est...
Eh ben, je te dis, c'est...

Come in.

Alma.

Good morning, Cyril.

I wanted to ask your help

in a gift I wanted to make
for Reynolds.

I want to make him a surprise.

If everyone left the house...

when he takes his walk
on Thursday,

I will cook for him dinner.

And when he comes back,
no one will be there but me.

I'll be waiting for him.

I will surprise him, and we can
have dinner together,

just the two of us.

Do you like this idea?

Would you help me?

It isn't his birthday.

I know.

I would advise against this,
Alma.

Why?

Because he doesn't like
surprises.

- He does.
- Well, he won't like this one.

I'm trying to surprise him

and love him
the way that I want to.

Well, if you're looking
for something kind to do,

perhaps you could think
of something else.

No, I really must advise
against this, Alma.

I don't think there could be

a more inappropriate time
to try something new.

This is what I want to do,

and I think it will be
very nice.

I respect your advice, Cyril...

...but I have to know him
in my own way,

and this is what I want to do
for him.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night, madam.
- Good night, madam.

- Good night, madam.
- Good night.

Good luck.

Oh, Alma.

What is this?

I love you, Reynolds.

Yes, but what is this?

It's a surprise.

Are you hungry?

Where is Cyril?

I've sent everyone home.

Where is Cyril?

She's left.

What time did she leave?

This afternoon.

I've made us dinner.

Let me collect myself
for a moment.

I'll just have a bath,
I think.

This is very kind of you, Alma.

Would you like a champagne
or a martini?

No, thank you.

Oh, is that your dress?

It's finished.

Let's have a look at it.

Hmm. It's rather interesting.

Very good work.

I'll just have my bath now.

When will Cyril get back?

Mm, tonight?

How was your appointment
with the princess?

She's very beautiful,
like a sculpture of some kind.

Mm-hmm.

So, will you
make her a wedding gown?

I have made her baptism,

her First Communion
and confirmation dresses.

I made the dress
for her presentation at court,

indeed the entire wardrobe
for her coming out season.

It's only right that I should
make her wedding dress,

wouldn't you think?

Oh, Christ.

No, but this is not
what I wanted to say.

I'm-I'm sorry, I don't know
what I said, I...

This is meant to be
nice evening.

Let me serve you.

Do you like it?

I do.

No, you don't.

You don't like it at all.

Usually you always tell me
what you think.

What is this?

You're lying.

As I think you know, Alma,

I prefer my asparagus
with oil and salt.

And knowing this,

you've prepared the asparagus
with butter.

Now, I can imagine
in certain circumstances

being able to pretend
that I like it made this way.

Right now, I'm just admiring
my own gallantry

for eating it the way
you've prepared it.

I don't know
what I'm doing here.

I-I don't know
what I'm doing here.

I'm just waiting around
like an idiot for you.

This was an ambush, Alma.
To what purpose?

This is not...

I know it's not going
as I expected.

I-I didn't mean these things
to come out.

I'm sorry,
but it was meant to be nice.

Well, what did you expect?

I wanted time with you.

I wanted to have you
to myself.

You have me all the time.

- No.
- What are you talking about?

I don't.
I... There-there's...

there are always people around.

And if not, then there's
something between us.

- Something between us?
- Yes.

What?

Some...

- What?
- Distance.

When did this happen?

What happened to make you
behave like this?

Is it because you think
I don't need you?

- Yes.
- I don't.

Well, that's very predictable
of you.

Don't act so tough.

I know you are not.

Yeah, that's right.
That's right.

If I don't protect myself,

somebody will come
in the middle of the night

and take over my corner
of the room

and ask me about
their fucking asparagus.

Don't be a bully.
You're being a bully.

There are other things
I'd like to do with my time.

- It's my time. My time!
- I have no idea

what I'm doing here
in your time.

What am I doing here?

I'm standing around like
an idiot waiting for you.

- Waiting for what?
- Waiting for you.

Waiting for what?

Waiting for you
to get rid of me.

To tell me to leave.

So tell me.

So I don't stand around
like a fucking fool.

Asparagus, is this all about
your asparagus?

- No, it's not about asparagus.
- Then what...

the hell is it about?

Are you a special agent
sent here

to ruin my evening
and possibly my entire life?

Why are you so rude to me?

- Why are you talking to me like this?
- Is this my house?

- This is my house, isn't it?
- Yes, this is your house.

- Is this my house?
- Of course it's your house.

Or did somebody drop me
on foreign soil

- behind enemy lines?
- What a question.

- You brought me here.
- I'm surrounded on all sides.

It's you who brought me here.

When the hell did this happen?
Who are you?

Do you have a gun?
You here to kill me?

- Why are you talking like...?
- Hmm? Do you have a gun?

- Stop it! Stop being a child.
- Where's your gun?

- Where's your gun?
- Stop playing.

- Show me your gun.
- Stop playing this game.

- I'm not playing a game.
- I am not.

Yes, mm-hmm, uh-huh.

What game am I playing?
What game?

What precisely is the nature
of my game?

You tell me.

Oh, this whole...

What?

All your rules and your walls

and your doors and your people

and your money and all this
clothes and everything.

This, this, this game!

Everything here!

The whole...

Nothing is normal
or natural or...

Everything is a game.

"Yes, mister. No, madam.

Yes, uh..."

- Well, if it's my...
- "I don't eat this.

- I don't drink that. I don't do..."
- If-if-if...

If it's my life
that you're describing,

it's entirely up to you

whether you choose
to share it or not.

If you don't wish to share
that life, as apparently

it's so disagreeable to you
in every respect,

why don't you just fuck off
to back where you came from?

F... Yeah, mm-hmm.

Sometimes, it's good for him

to slow down his steps
a little.

Would you like me to ask Alma
to leave?

No. Why?

Well, if you're going
to make her a ghost...

go ahead and do it,

but, please, don't let her
sit around waiting for you.

I'm very fond of her.

Oh, you're very fond of her,
are you?

Well, in that case...

No, don't turn it on me.

I don't want your cloud
on my head.

- Oh, shut up, Cyril.
- Oh, no, you can shut right up.

Don't pick a fight with me.

You certainly won't
come out alive.

I'll go right through you,
and it'll be you

who ends up on the floor.
Understood?

- Morning, Pippa.
- Morning, sir.

Pen, book and glasses?

Yes, they're all there
for you, sir.

Morning, ladies.

Good morning, sir.

Excellent work, ladies.

Um...

It's just not very good, is it?

It's ugly.

Are you all right, sir?

Reynolds?

Reynolds, are you all right?

Mr. Woodcock,
he seems to be ill.

- Who seems to be ill?
- Mr. Woodcock.

He's fallen over,
and he's damaged the dress.

I-I'm sorry, Biddy.
Who's fallen over?

Mr. Woodcock, he's fallen over,
and he's damaged the dress.

And there's-there's stains
on the front of the skirt,

and there's a hole in the bo...
in the lace on the bodice,

and there's shoe polish
on the front of the dress.

Shoe polish from what?

From his shoe.

I'm fine.

Oh, I don't know what the hell
came over me.

Must be something I've ate.

Mm-hmm.

You should lie down now.

No, I'll be fine in a minute.

Please lie down.

No, really don't fuss,
Alma, please.

- I...
- Just don't fuss.

Whatever it is, if-if you fuss,
I'll die right here.

I promise I won't fuss.

I... Let me do that, please.

I have to take these off.

Yes, I'll take them off.

Alma? Alma?

Yes?

Um, would you tell them
I'll be down shortly?

Yes, of course.

Hello, Cyril.

Hello.

What is it?

I don't know what
the bloody hell came over me.

I'll be all right in a moment.

Well, you don't look all right.

Where does it hurt?

Hurts all over.

Never really felt
like this before.

Is it your stomach?
Is it something you've eaten?

No, I don't think so.

Just sore, really.

So please tell them
I'll be with them in a minute.

No, you're not going anywhere.

You're to stay here and rest.

Would you like me
to do anything?

Just give me silence.

Shall I call the doctor?

No, Cyril,
you certainly will not, please.

- All right.
- Um...

- Exhausted yourself.
- Just give me silence.

- Burning up.
- You take care of the dress for me.

Yes, of course I will.
It's all right.

I just... I just want...

Shh.

That's it.

Come on, Alma.

I think I may be sick again.

We're gonna have to do
a lot of work

to get this dress ready
for tomorrow, you know.

We're gonna have to undo
the front of the dress

and replace the skirt.

We're gonna have to cut
a new panel of the satin,

and then there's also the
organza that needs to be done.

Yes, I'll deal
with that in a minute, Biddy.

Thank you.

You're soaked.

We have to change your pajamas.

I'm scared, Alma.

Yes, of course, you are.

Do you think
I'll ever get better?

Of course.

I'll take care of you.

Madam,
there's a telephone call.

He's settled now, sleeping.

The doctor's here.

What doctor?

The doctor I sent for.

Oh, no,
but he's... he doesn't...

He needs to be examined.

- No.
- Yes.

No, he's not dying.

He needs to be examined.

He's sleeping now.
That's what he needs.

Let me be unambiguous.

Come out of the room
and downstairs immediately.

All right.

Alma, this is Dr. Hardy.

How do you do, Mrs. Woodcock?

How... do you do?

How's he feeling?

He's... he's better.

He's sleeping.

Is he able to keep
anything down yet?

He hasn't tried yet.

Uh, I was going
to make some soup.

And his fever?

It has gone down.

Uh, would you like me
to see him?

Yes.

Is that all right,
Mrs. Woodcock?

Yes, it is.

Reynolds, Lady
Baltimore has sent her godson

to see you... Dr. Hardy.

Hello, Mr. Woodcock.

May I examine you?

Keep your hands off me.

Well, I'd just like to take
your temperature, if I...

Alma, there's a strange boy
in the room.

Can you get him out, please?

- I admit I do look young, but I...
- Fuck off.

Reynolds, please,
just let him examine you.

Mm-hmm, yes.
Yes, fuck off.

I think this is clear. Hmm?

He wants you to fuck off.

I'm so sorry, Doctor.

I'm very sorry.

Not to worry.

I'll drop by tomorrow morning
to see how he's coming along.

- 9:00 a.m.?
- Yes. - Yes.

If his fever increases during
the night, you'll telephone me?

- Of course.
- Of course, Doctor.

Good night, Mrs. Woodcock.

- Good night, Doctor.
- Good night, Doctor.

Follow me.

When will it be ready?

I don't know.

Let me put it another way.

This dress will be ready
by 9:00 a.m.,

because that's when
it leaves for Belgium.

Ladies, I'm very sorry,

but I'm afraid you'll have
to work late this evening.

The dress needs to be ready
by 9:00 a.m.

to make its journey to Belgium.

Do expect to be here
for quite some time.

If you need to use
the telephone,

please use the one in my office

- to alert your families.
- Nana and Biddy,

- what can I do to help?
- Could you pin the ribbon

on the hem there, please?
Thank you.

Ladies, I'm very sorry,

but I'm afraid you'll have
to work late this evening.

The dress needs to be ready
by 9:00 a.m.,

and I know there's rather a lot
to do on it still.

So please do expect to be here
possibly for most of the night.

If you need to make
telephone calls,

do so from my office.
Thank you.

Are you here?

Are you always here?

I miss you.

I think about you all the time.

I hear your voice say my name
when I dream, and...

and when I wake up, there are
tears streaming down my face.

I just miss you.
It's as simple as that.

I want to tell you everything.

I don't understand
what you're saying.

I can't hear your voice.

Your fever's gone down.

I love you, Alma.

I don't ever want to be
without you.

I love you.

I have things I want to do.

I had thought my days
were unlimited.

The mistakes I've made...

and made again,

they can no longer be ignored.

There are things nagging at me,
things that now must be done.

Things I simply cannot do
without you.

To keep my...

...sour heart from choking.

To break a curse.

A house that doesn't change
is a dead house.

Alma, will you marry me?

Will you marry me?

What the bloody hell
are you thinking about?

Will you marry me?

No?

Yes.

Will you marry me?

Yes, I will.

Reynolds and Alma,

when you say these binding
and contracting words,

you'll be looking
at each other.

After all, it is each other
you are marrying and not me.

Reynolds.

I call upon these persons
here present...

I call upon
these persons here present...

...to witness that I,
Reynolds Jeremiah Woodcock...

...to witness that I, Reynolds
Jeremiah Woodcock...

...do take thee, Alma Elson...

...do take thee,
Alma Elson...

...to be my lawful wedded wife.

...to be my lawful
wedded wife.

Alma. I call upon
these persons here present...

I call upon these persons
here present...

...to witness
that I, Alma Elson...

...to witness that I,
Alma Elson...

...do take thee,
Reynolds Jeremiah Woodcock...

...do take thee,

Reynolds Jeremiah Woodcock...

...to be
my lawful wedded husband.

...to be my lawful
wedded husband.

And it now gives me
great pleasure to say:

Congratulations.

- You are now husband and wife.
- The sausages are very good.

And you may kiss the bride.

- Be like an hour?
- Oh. An hour?

- That's okay.
- To the top.

Cuckoo.

- See you later.
- See you later.

Have a good time.

You, too.

You, too, have a good time.

We lose them in back?

Not for me, thank you.

Dr. Hardy?

- Dr. Hardy?
- Oh, hey.

Sorry, excuse me.

Reynolds,
do you remember Dr. Hardy?

Good evening,
Mr. and Mrs. Woodcock.

- Oh, hello.
- How do you do, Mr. Woodcock?

How are you feeling?

I think we met in a puddle
of sweat, didn't we?

Yes, that's right.

I probably owe you
an apology of some kind.

I seem to remember
barking at you.

There's no need. I've been
laid siege by much worse.

Oh, really?

You look very healthy.

How are you feeling?

Didn't I tell you to fuck off?

Yes. Yes, you did.

Dinner is served, everybody.

Come along with me.

So, that's your
shifty-eyed godson?

Shifty-eyed?

He's got perfectly normal eyes.

I'm rather less fat, I think,
than when you last saw me.

Really?

- Yes.
- Thank you very much.

It's fallen off me.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Very hard to tell sometimes.

I suppose that, um, there
are secrets nobody tells.

Your wife has got
that gorgeous glow

you get with a first marriage.

How long will you be here for?

Seems my godson's rather
enjoying that glow as well.

So, what are your plans
for New Year's Eve?

Oh, um... we don't have any.

Then you should come out
for the Chelsea Arts Club Ball.

- I don't know what that is.
- Well, it's not

something I'd suggest
if I didn't think

you'd have a wonderful time.

It's really something
to be seen.

I'll pass it on to my husband,

but I think we'll stay in.

Change your mind.

Or get him to change his mind.

Or whatever it takes.
Now, please come.

I promise you
the time of your life.

How do you know
how my life has been?

I don't.

You're right.

I think this would be
quite a fine time,

if you'd like to come.

She's barely looked at you
this evening, has she?

I think they're well
and truly shaken now.

What on earth are you doing?

I rolled a three.

Yes, but that's the four pip.

- Get back to the bar where you belong.
- Oh.

Sorry.

Let's not start cheating
at this stage, Alma.

I'm not cheating.

- I don't need to cheat.
- Oh, good.

You do need to be able
to count, on the other hand.

Backgammon, by the way,
I get treble the score

because you haven't got
any checkers off the board.

Oh.

Stupid game anyway.

Well, maybe it seems stupid

to you now,
as you're currently losing,

but I dare say,
if you were victorious,

I'm confident you'd see it
in a different light.

Now, they need your chair
for my next opponent.

Next.

Me, please.

What?

What are you so cranky about?

Have fun with
your next opponent.

Why, I think I will...
a lot more than I did with you.

Gosh.

She's really very rude,
isn't she?

My heart breaks for you.

Oh, really?

Like being married
to a toddler.

I don't want to be racist,
but, I mean...

is there some sort of custom
at this time of the night

in her country where...

- I mean, what is she doing?
- Where what?

I don't know. I don't know
if she's up stealing things

or attacking people. I mean...

...we built in civilization.

I'm all for it when I come
across it, every time...

I want to go dancing.

When?

Right now.

You're joking.

No, I'm not.

It's New Year's Eve.

Well, I'm not going dancing.

There's a party
at the Devonshire Hall

to celebrate the New Year,

and I want to go.

We need to go dancing.

So, what are you going
to do about it?

I'm going to stay right here,

and I'm going to work.

On the hour,
ladies and gentlemen!

Are you ready to welcome in

our lovely, glorious,
happy New Year?

Are you ready?

Here we go!

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two,

one!

Happy New Year!

How does it feel?

Well, I think
it feels a little big.

Shall we just
take it in at the waist?

- We can take it in a little on the waist.
- Yes.

Yes, okay, just take it out.

Mm-hmm.

So, if you can take
a quarter of an inch

on the double at the waist.

Into nothing but the pin.

Yes.

How's that feeling?

I think that's better.

Would you excuse me for
a minute, please, Mrs. Vaughan?

Uh, I think it's...

- How does that feel?
- Does that feel better?

It's not too tight?

It's not, no, no.

- No, it fits fine.
- It's comfortable?

Okay.

Where has
Henrietta Harding been?

She's been to another house.

Which one?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't want to.

Is there something
I'm unaware of?

Because,
as far as I can remember,

all I have done
is to dress her beautifully.

I don't think that matters
to some people.

I think they want
what is fashionable and chic.

Chic?

Oh, don't you start using
that filthy little word.

Chic?

Whoever invented that
ought to be spanked in public.

I don't... I don't even know
what that word means.

What is that word?
Fucking chic?

They should be hung,
drawn and quartered.

Fucking chic.

- It shouldn't concern you.
- It does concern me.

It concerns me
very much, Cyril,

because it's hurt my feelings.

It's hurt my feelings.

So, what's all
this moaning about?

I am not moaning.

I do not like
to be turned away from.

Nobody does.

But I don't want to hear it,
because it hurts my ears.

I've made a terrible mistake
in my life, Cyril.

I've made a...

I've made a terrible mistake.

I need you to help me.

What do you want me to do?

I can't work.

I can't... concentrate.

I have no confidence.

She does not fit in this house.

We built this house,
the two of us.

Now she's turning the whole
bloody place upside down.

She's turning me inside out.

She's turning you and me
against each other.

Her arrival has cast
a very long shadow, Cyril.

Mrs. Vaughan is satisfied
with the dress.

No one gives a tinker's
fucking curse

about Mrs. Vaughan's
satisfaction!

Thank you, Alma.

Not at all.

What a model of politeness
you two are.

There is an air of quiet death
in this house,

and I do not like
the way it smells.

Would you like a glass of wine?

No, thank you.

Can I make you a martini?

Nothing for me, thanks.

Water?

I want you flat on your back.

Helpless.

Tender.

Open.

With only me to help.

And then I want you
strong again.

You're not going to die.

You might wish
you were going to die,

but you're not going to.

You need to settle down
a little.

Kiss me, my girl,
before I'm sick.

I think perhaps...
you should telephone

that boy doctor of yours,
just in case.

You don't trust me?

No, I do trust you.
It's just...

If you wish.

But I will make you well again.

I will.

I love you.

I love you, too.

And I think, perhaps,
you should leave the room.

Close the door behind you.

Yes.

I'll be right outside.

If he didn't wake up
from this...

if he wasn't here tomorrow...

no matter.

Thank you for coming.

For I know he'd be
waiting for me

in the afterlife

or some safe celestial place,

in this life and the next
and the next one after.

And for whatever there is

on the road
that follows from here,

it would only require
my patience

to get to him again.

You see, to be in love with him

makes life no great mystery.

Say, "Ah."

Ah...

Very good.

You can put your robe back on.

Sometimes I jump ahead

in our life together.

And I see a time near the end.

I can predict the future,
and everything has settled.

And all our lovers and...

children and friends come back

- and are welcome.
- You have a lovely dinner.

And we have large gatherings

where everyone is laughing
and playing games.

I am older,
and I see things differently,

and I finally understand you.

And I take care
of your dresses.

Keeping them from dust and...

ghosts and time.

It's lovely.

Yes, but right now we're here.

Yes, of course we are.

And I'm getting hungry.

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