Phantom Thread

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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 didnt 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

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