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-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

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