Phantom Thread Page #4

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-Yes, this is your house.

-Is this my house?

-Of course, it's your house.

Or did somebody drop me

-on foreign soil

-What a question.

behind enemy lines.

-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're here to kill me?

-Hm, do you have a gun?

-Stop it!

-Where's your gun?

-Stop being a child.

-Where's your gun?

-Stop...

-Show me your gun.

-playing.

Stop playing this game.

-I'm not playing a game.

-I'm 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 pfff!

Nothing is normal

or natural or...

Everything is a game.

"Yes, mister, no, madam".

Yes, uh...vu-vu-poo.

Well...

i-if it's my...

-I don't eat this.

-If it's my life...

-I don't drink that, I don't...

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 f*** off

to back where you came from?

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...

Well, don't turn it on me. I don't

want your cloud on my head.

-Oh, shut up, Cyril.

-Oh, 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'd 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.

-Morning, Sir.

-Morning, Sir.

Excellent work, ladies. Um...

It's just not very good, is it?

It's ugly.

-Oh!

-Oh!

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 stains on

the front of the skirt,

and there's a hole, in the bo-

in the lace and 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 eaten.

Mm-hmm.

-You should lie down.

-No, I'm fine.

Please lie down.

No, really, don't fuss,

Alma, please?

-I...

-Just don't fuss, whatever it is.

If you fuss,

I'll die right here.

I promise, I won't fuss.

Let me do that, please.

I have to take these off.

Yes, I'll take them.

Alma?

Alma?

Yes?

Um...

Would you tell them

I'll be down shortly?

Yes, of course.

Hello, Cyril.

Yes.

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?

It's all over.

Never really felt like this before.

Is it your stomach?

Is it something you've eaten?

No, I don't think so.

I swore, it...

So please tell them I'll

be with them in a minute.

No, you're not going anywhere.

Just 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.

Will you take care

of the dress for me?

Yes, of course I will.

It's all right.

Just...

-I just want to...

-Shh, shh, 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 there's also the

organza piece...

Yes, I'll deal with that in

a minute, Biddy, thank you.

Yes, I've got to

change your pajamas.

I'm scared, Alma.

Yes, of course you are.

Do you think I'll ever get better?

Of course.

I take care of you.

Madame, there's a telephone call.

He's...settled now, sleeping.

-Doctor's here.

-What doctor?

The doctor I sent for.

-Oh, no, but he's...

-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 it. Uh, I was

going to make some soup.

And his fever?

It has gone down.

Oh, would you like

me to see him?

Yes.

Is that all right, Mrs. Woodcock?

Yes! It is.

Reynolds, Lady Baltimore

sent her godson to see you.

Dr. Hardy.

Hello, Mr. Woodcock.

May I examine you?

Keep your hands off me.

Well, I just like to

take your temperature.

Alma?

There's a strange boy in the room,

can you get him out, please?

I admit, I do look young--

F*** off.

Reynolds, please, just

let him examine you.

Yes, f*** off.

I think this is clear, hm?

He wants you to f*** 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.

Nine a.m.?

-Yes.

-Yes.

If his fever increases during

the night, you'll telephone me?

-Of course, Doctor.

-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 nine 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 nine 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.

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 nine a.m...

and I know there's rather

a lot to do on it, still.

So, please, do expect

to be here...

possibly for

the rest 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 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

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