Phantom Thread Page #6

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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're 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.

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.

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.

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.

Yes, but right now, we're here.

Yes, of course we are.

And I'm getting hungry.

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