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I'm still in shock.

I should never have texted him, I...
It's all my fault.

Emily, you weren't driving the car.

You can feel as guilty as you want,

but not everything happens
because you make it happen.

Well, except for this.
This was definitely you.

At least this is a peaceful spot.

I bet Pierre is happy here.

He looks happy.

We were all so worried,
but you look so well.

Yes, swollen in all the right places.

Yeah, he's lucky.
He only suffered a broken collarbone.

I'm so sorry, Pierre.

I hope you don't play any racquet sports.

The injuries you see are minor.
My pain is deeper.

JVMA has taken my brand and mangled it.

The only thing that gives me hope

is knowing
we are all working together again.

- I already have some ideas.
- Pierre...

I know, I know.

It's going to be expensive
to delay the opening.

Um...

Has anyone from JVMA been in touch?

Nicolas keeps calling me.

I can't bear
the sound of his voice anymore.

Maybe I can forward them to you.

Pierre, we came here to see how you were.

Not to talk about work.

Yes.

Talking about work
might be very upsetting for you.

Yeah, at least the accident
hasn't gotten out to the press.

That's true. Not a peep on social.
Nobody knows you're here.

And they won't on my watch.

- I'm the soul of discretion.
- Well,

you are in good hands.

Eh?

I know I am.

Okay, we'll let you rest.

And stay positive.

I'll be in touch.

So sorry.

This is terrible.

This is beyond "terrible."

He has no idea that
we're working for his label, but he's not.

I know.

Only Pierre Cadault
would be run over and live.

In a horror movie, he's the monster.

Well, he did
sustain some injuries, Gregory,

so we need to treat this
with the sensitivity it deserves.

I don't want to look like
I'm kicking a man while he's down.

But he's done it to me. 2017, anyone?

The paparazzi photo in Italy?

They pointed their cameras
directly at my hotel balcony

while I was enjoying
a little fellatio alfresco.

Well, when in Rome.

And Pierre felt the need
to talk to the press.

He called me Gagory.
And the name stuck.

Look, we both know that you have history,

which is why we just need to take a beat
and figure out how best to handle this.

That's fine.

But let's not forget, you work for me.

Not Pierre.

I'm the only reason you have this account.

So I'm not asking for a pony,
but a little gratitude would be nice.

This does not feel right.

Well, this is what happens
when you sell your name.

Fashion is a dirty business.

- Hello.
- Nicolas, hey.

Emily, isn't this exciting.
We're finally in business together.

You can stop harassing me.

Well, be careful what you wish for.

We'd like to hold on the press release

announcing Gregory
as the Creative Director.

At least until
Pierre is out of the hospital.

You can wait on the press release,

but I plan to announce Gregory's
appointment tomorrow at the store opening.

All the fashion press will be there.

But Pierre's completely in the dark
about all of this.

He should answer my calls then.

- Wouldn't it be better...
- I've got to run.

Important meeting.

For me?

I'm so lucky.

I was just thinking the same thing.

And this view...

The company pays for my apartments.

They consider it
a reflection of the brand.

Which is ultimately
a reflection of my father.

I know how it goes.

Back home, I'm only known
as Li Chen's daughter.

Actually, boarding school
was the first time I got to be Mindy.

And I liked her.

I like her too.

And I know
it's not as easy as you make it seem.

You carrying on the family business

and still trying
to make an identity for yourself.

I couldn't do it.

If I had your talent,
I wouldn't be doing this either.

Oh.

You have talent.

Lots of talents.

Nicolas wants to announce
Gregory's takeover

tomorrow at the opening.

Well, this doesn't surprise me.

JVMA always
puts their own interests first.

That's it?
We have to do something.

I think you already did enough.
Do you mind closing the door?

- But how can...
- It's business, Emily.

- Without even...
- Door.

Bonjour.
This is Sylvie Grateau.

Please tell Monsieur De Leon

I need to meet with him
as soon as possible.

- Bonjour, madame.
- Bonsoir.

Sylvie Grateau.

It's nice to see you
after all these years.

Louis.

Thank you for meeting with me.

What can I do for you?

I'm not sure you know,

but I have my own marketing firm now.

And we're partnering with your son
on Pierre Cadault.

Very well.

Well, you must have
something very special to offer.

Our client, Gregory Dupree,
is taking over the label.

And I'm trying
to help ease the transition.

I heard about Pierre's accident.

- How is he doing?
- Still in the hospital.

And in consideration of that,
I think we delay Gregory's appointment

and let Pierre leave with
the grace and dignity he deserves.

It's in Nicolas's hands.

I'll talk to him,
but ultimately it's his decision.

Louis...

This is not the way to transfer power

from a celebrated designer
to his former protégé.

Unless they're in agreement,

you're going to have
a media war on your hands.

I remember
when you were just an assistant.

And you're just as feisty and beautiful
now as you were then.

I'm happy to see you haven't changed.

I remember you
when I was just an assistant, too.

I remember everything.

And I certainly hope you have changed.

Are you really sure
there's nothing you can do?

Okay, Sylvie.

I'll have Nicolas delay the announcement.

Given the circumstances,
it's the respectful thing to do.

And...

I would only like to be remembered
as a respectful man.

Bon.

Now, what will you be having for lunch?

My God. You were amazing.
And you look so hot.

I am hot. This outfit is plastic.

It's like shoving your privates
in a Ziploc bag.

Like a sandwich on a field trip.

Mmm.

Hi.

You were absolutely brilliant tonight.

Thanks, babe. And the night's not over.

I'm gonna add a pickle to my sandwich.

Mmm.

Hi.

So, Emily, your boss talked to my father
about delaying Gregory's announcement.

- She did?
- Really? You didn't know?

It wasn't your idea to go over my head?

I'm sure it wasn't.

Sylvie doesn't like Emily.
They hardly talk.

That's not true. We talk all the time.

Deep down, I really do think she likes me.

- Or at least respects me.
- I'm trying to help you out here, sis.

What I don't understand is

you've been on me
to work together this whole time.

And I finally say yes, in a big way,
and you're still not happy.

Look, this has nothing to do with me
or with Sylvie. Okay?

There's a way to break news to people.

I agree.

When there's a changing of the guard,
there's a ceremony.

That's at the store opening.

It's not your decision.
It's not my father's decision. It's mine.

- Then it's settled.
- Yes. I thought it was.

Okay. Great.

Well, I'm starving,

so maybe let's pause on the work chat
and grab some dinner?

Um...

Actually, I think
I'm probably just going to head home,

but you guys have fun.
And I'll just see you tomorrow.

It's fine. She knows when three's a crowd.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Emily!

- Hey.
- Oh, wow.

Okay, well, we're sitting on the ground.

- Isn't this cool?
- Yeah.

Other than the fact that
I'm terrified I'm going to lose my shoes,

yeah.

Let me.

Better?

Thanks.

Mmm!

That's not wine.

That's whisky. Japanese.
I borrowed it from the restaurant.

Why are you at the canal
drinking brown liquor?

Camille, she posted a picture

partying in Greece
with Sofia and some guys.

Probably hooking up.

It's the whisky, it's...
It's still really in there.

Look at the picture.

See how they've got
their arms around her and...

I mean, who are those guys?

They're hitting on her.

I'm sure Camille can take care of herself.

She sent me a text
saying she was coming home earlier,

and I said what's going on,

and she said better to talk in person.

Oh, yeah, no, that's very different.

She's ending things and it's my fault.

You can't blame yourself.

Who can I blame?

- I know what this is about.
- You do?

'Cause I... Well, I have an idea myself,

but I didn't...
I didn't want to say anything...

She never forgave me
for what happened between us.

Okay, you two
weren't together at the time,

so let's not forget
that very important detail.

I fell in love with you
the minute I saw you.

Standing at my door.

How could I not?

It's...

It's getting pretty late.
I think we should call a cab.

How could I not?

You know what, Emily?

I know you can't have an open container
in a moving vehicle.

Part of me wishes
you went back to Chicago.

Part of me wishes I was there right now.

You changed my life.

And I'm glad we had our moment.

I felt a life-time,
I felt like that one night...

I'm with Alfie. And you are with Camille.

See that's the problem. I'm...

I love you both.

I'm...

And I'm going to end up with nothing.

- Ça va?
- Ça va. Ça va.

Isn't she beautiful?

Oh, yes.

Olay.

Okay, no, okay.

Nightie-night.

Night.

Good night.

- Sleep well, okay?
- Sleep well.

- Okay.
- Okay.

You're strong, mademoiselle.

- Are you okay?
- All good.

That will be 26 euro.

Pajamas?

Recovery pajamas.

They have bio-ceramic particles sewn in.

That explains the price tag.

The sleep industry
is a 30-billion-dollar business.

People are horny to get some rest.

I'm imagining a big provocative campaign

with signs all over Paris that say,

"Who do you want to go to bed with?"

Emily.

Non!

The pajamas!

We have a situation.

- What now?
- I saw Nicolas last night,

and he was not happy
that you met with his father.

I wasn't happy about it either.

Well, he's going forward
with the announcement tonight.

Well, I guess we have no choice.

We have to go talk to Pierre as a friend
because that's what friends do.

Ooh-la-la.

This might be
the most difficult day of my career.

Come on, let's go.

He's forcing me out?

Who does he think he is?

JVMA bought your company.

So, as painful as it is,
they can do with it whatever they like.

Excuse me,
I'm not some washed-up designer.

I have reinvented myself.

I have so much more to do.

And you will.

Who on earth could he find to replace me?

Gregory Dupree.

Gagory!

Well, that name's really stuck.

My name on his stale designs?

He just copies everyone.

And calls it an hommage.

The nerve.

The insult.

Gregory Dupree.

Over my dead body!

You know what?

If you want to keep your career alive,
that might be exactly what has to happen.

In love?
I can't believe he said that.

He was drunk.

Sure, but alcohol doesn't make people lie.

Kind of the opposite.

What happens when they're over
and he needs a friend?

He'll have one.

Mmm.

Is it going to be that easy?

No, but it's just the way
that it has to be.

I think Alfie better get
his pretty little tush back from London.

Can we talk about something else? Okay?
How are you? What's new with you?

I'm not having any man drama.
And I'm at a career peak,

and I'm glad that
you and Nicolas are working together,

despite the disagreements.

- About that...
- No, no, I know.

Last night was tense.

But honestly,
Nico's just under a lot of pressure.

Yeah, and he and I
will have issues in the future.

But it's just business.

I would never want

that our work drama
would get in the middle of you and I.

It absolutely won't.

You were my first love.

First and forever.

Fuck all the guys.

Nico's just this amazing man
I have sex with.

Like nonstop.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

I don't know, we have this
crazy attraction.

He can give me a look and I'll get off.

- Hello.
- Hello.

There's the look.

If you'll please excuse me.

Emily, wait.

I'd like to propose a toast.

To us.

Gregory Dupree is going to be a star,
and you're going to have a big client.

We're all going to be very happy.

Even Pierre.

He's still going to be
making a lot of money, you know.

He just won't have to work so hard.

Yeah, cheers.

Cheers.

You mind coming with me?

My family's here
and I'd love you to meet them.

Yeah, okay, yeah.

- Wish me luck.
- You don't need it.

- Wish.
- Luck.

Here we are
with one of the hottest working women

in luxury marketing.
It's Sylvie Grateau.

Bonsoir, Emi.

Sylvie, I know you and Pierre are friends.

- Can I say that?
- Yes.

- Are you friends?
- Yes, we are.

So, any idea when we can expect
Pierre Cadault's grand entrance?

Oh. Well, you know,
I don't think Pierre can be here.

But we are surrounded by him
in spirit tonight.

But... He's not coming, but is Pierre okay?

I...

I'm really sorry, I really can't say.
I'm sorry.

Do you think people
know he's dead?

You only do holograms of dead people.

People who are alive can just show up.

Come take a picture with him.

One last time.

I heard Pierre's not coming.

I heard Pierre died
in the hospital this morning.

But they didn't want
to cancel the opening.

Would you like me
to take a picture for you?

In honor of the late,
great Pierre Cadault.

Thank you, yes.

Say "prune."

Prune.

Perfect. Don't forget to post.

Papa. I'd like you to meet Mindy Chen.

- We were at Le Rosey together.
- Enchantée.

Chen?

Ah, yes, your dad is
in a similar line of work.

Clothing or was it textiles?

Zippers.

As well as snaps, Velcro
and many other kinds of fasteners.

Brilliant. We can't
make a garment without him.

He's kind of the fertilizer of fashion.

True elegance is found in simplicity.

I think the next generation
loses sight of that.

May I take a picture?

Oh.

Yes, yes.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Nicolas, Louis, it's a great party.

But could you comment

on the horrific rumor
of Pierre Cadault's death?

The what?

This is the first I've heard of it. I...

Do not speak
to the press about this

until we know exactly what's going on.

- It's trending.
- Well, I figured as much.

Everyone's talking about Pierre.
Is he dead?

Do I need to conjure tears?
Does anybody have a hatpin?

- How are we dealing with this?
- I'm handling it.

Listen, if the queen is dead,

then everyone needs to be informed

who's next in the royal line
of succession. Me.

Agreed.

We'll do it now.

Excuse me.
Can I please have everyone's attention?

Excuse me! Hello!

Hello, everybody!

It's the real Pierre Cadault!

Not an hologram.

No.

The rumor of my death
has been greatly exaggerated.

The truth is
Pierre Cadault, the brand, is dead.

It died the moment I sold my soul to JVMA.

- What the hell is this?
- Showmanship.

Just wait until you see
the second coming of Pierre Cadault.

Close your mouth, Gagory.

You're not in Rome.

Thank you.

So, you orchestrated this.

Unbelievable.

You're no longer working for our company
or Gregory Dupree.

- I'd like to ask you to leave.
- Happily.

Pierre is a respected talent

and you only bought his company
to toss him out like the trash.

If you can do that to him,
you can do that to me.

You can do that to anyone.

Do you have any idea what you just lost?

Oh, yeah.

Something I never wanted.

A relationship with you.

Sylvie Grateau, you are my hero.
I can't believe you just did that.

I can't either.

I just made an enemy
of the most powerful family in fashion.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You look happy.

I am happy.

Is Camille back?

She came back yesterday.

Okay. And?

We missed each other.

That's...

That was the issue? There's nothing else?

Nothing and no one,
which was my real fear.

And now that we had a proper conversation,
our relationship feels stronger than ever.

And I'm so sorry for calling you
so drunk the other night. I...

probably said a few things
I can't even remember.

I'm just glad
that you two are working things out.

Thank you. So am I.

- Bye.
- Bye.

But you owe me 26 euros for the cab!