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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 thought my days

were unlimited.

The mistakes I've made...

I've 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 to each other

you're marrying, and not to 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.

And you may kiss the bride.

Cuckoo.

-See you later.

-See you later.

Good time.

You too.

You too, have a good time.

None for me, thank you.

Dr. Hardy?

-Dr. Hardy?

-Oh, hey.

Oh, 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?

Didnt I tell you to f*** off?

Yes, yes, you did.

Dinner is served, everybody.

Come on.

So that's your shifty-eyed godson.

Shifty-eyed?

He's got perfectly normal eyes.

I'm rather left smattering

things in that story.

Really?

Thank you very much.

It's fallen off me.

Ooh, I'm so sorry.

It's very hard

to tell sometimes.

Um...

Secrets nobody tells.

Your wife has got that gorgeous

glow you get with a first marriage.

How long will you be in for?

It 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.

Well, you should come out to the

Chelsea House 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.

We'll 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.

Go 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 trouble the score

because you haven't got any

checkers off the board.

Mm.

Pfff. 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 that 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.

Well, I-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?

Being married to a toddler.

I don't mean 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's she doing?

-What's your point?

I don't know...

She's stealing things or

attacking people, I mean...

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.

And now, ladies and gentlemen!

Are you ready to welcome in

a glorious, lucky 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.

Should we just take

a little off the waist?

-We can take a little off the waist.

-Yes.

How's that feeling?

I think that's better.

Would you excuse me for a

minute please, Mrs. Vaughan?

I think it's...

It's not too tight?

No, it's comfortable. Fine.

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

that 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? F***ing chic?

They should be hung, drawn

and quartered. F***ing 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 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 f***ing 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.

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