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PARIS FRILLS

We should do something.

There's nothing to do.
He's dead.

He looks happy.

So does she.
She didn't even break.

He's not bleeding.

He's dead.

Pass me the needles, Solange.

Thanks.

It's nice.

- Solange.
- What?

- Fetch her the coat.
- What coat?

For the dress.

You sent it to the tailor.

What was the hurry?

Get that coat.

I can't work without it.

Hurry, I'm fed up.

- Lucienne.
- What?

The dress!

Stand still.

- The coat...
- I'm not done.

Bring it anyway.

Don't try to understand. Just hurry.

Pass me the red silk.

Yes.

Solange is in a bad mood.

She dislikes the line.

That's typical of her.
She never laughs.

She's nice.

She's not that bad.

- Countess.
- Goodbye, dear.

Mrs Anne-Marie?

Fashion Now
is asking about the line.

- Hello?
- Mrs Anne-Marie?

- Yes?
- When's the launch?

We don't know yet.

- Can we speak to Mr Clarence?
- He's not available.

You'll be the first to know.
All right. Count on me.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

Hello.

- She's patient.
- Or hypocritical.

You dislike her?

- That obvious?
- Yes.

- Is my dress ready?
- I think so.

Tell the shop
Miss Lambert is here.

- I can't sing naked tonight.
- Of course not.

Fine.

Open the coat.

Not bad.

The dress is ugly.

Take it off, Lucienne.

Give me the jersey fabric, Solange.

I like the dress.

What? Absolutely not.

- Who is it?
- Anne-Marie.

Suzie Lambert is here for you.

This jersey is stiff.

I'm running late.

Go, then. Send me Huguette.

Don't bother.

If you insist, I'll stay.

Don't look down.

Wrong fabric.

- It doesn't fall right.
- Tell the maker.

Good idea.

Is Mr Daniel Rousseau in Lyon?

I don't think so, please hold.
I'll get his secretary.

Mr Clarence on the line.

Hello, Mr Clarence.

- Has your boss left?
- No, sir.

He's in Paris, but he's popped out.

- Where is he?
- He didn't tell me.

He didn't tell you, but I know.
Goodbye.

Turn around.

He'll be hearing from me!

I've been looking for you.

No time. What's wrong?

- It's the dress...
- What?

- I wanted crepe fabric.
- It's velvet.

Have you ever sung in public?

No, why?

I have stage fright,
and my hands get wet.

They stain the fabric.

Why put your hands there?

It's part of my style.

Change styles, leave the dress.

- Now what?
- This line will kill you.

Never you mind.

- How come he's so rude today?
- He's like that.

Keep it.

It's ugly.

I like chimneys. I won't budge.

Only smart people change their mind.

- What brings you here?
- Are you mad?

- What's wrong?
- Why aren't you in Lyon?

It's the jersey?

This jersey is for curtains.

Are you the decorator?
Perhaps you could use this.

I, however, am a couturier.

Mr Rousseau, I have to go.

Have some respect.
I'm not responsible for your line.

I ordered the fabric two months ago.
They're either available or not.

It's simple. We silk producers
won't run ourselves ragged

for artists like you,

nor provide penniless companies
with limitless loans.

"Penniless"?

You don't pay.

You're amazing!

My line's going nowhere,
and you're busy with your apartment.

Because my wedding's
in three weeks.

- My business is stuck.
- Your business...

- I leave tonight.
- I heard.

- Go and work on your line.
- My line is just...

This way.

- When's the wedding?
- In three weeks.

I won't believe in this marriage
till I see your fiancée.

- Her name is...?
- Micheline Lafaurie, 19, orphan.

She's in Reims. She'll arrive soon.

It's so far.

It's not the Far West.
Take the lift.

- You're really leaving?
- Yes.

For how long?

Four or five days.

Enjoy yourself.

- Hey.
- Yes?

- Will you be my witness?
- What?

Will you be my witness?

- For a duel?
- For the wedding.

Why didn't you say so?

Well?

Ask Uncle Louis.
He'll be perfect. So long.

So long.

- What floor?
- Fifth.

I thought so.

Here we are.

There's no power,
you have to knock.

What's this?

Explain.

Let me show you around.

This is the dining room.
We'll hardly use it.

I prefer eating
throughout the apartment.

Here's the lounge.

Lounges
are a silly bourgeois tradition.

You never use them!

Here's the living room...
They're removing the partition.

What a strange idea.

Expanding the lounge,
yet another tradition.

It's a lovely apartment. There are
six rooms with a view of the garden.

Bedroom,
where you can sleep, or not.

The maids won't know
where to look for us.

Breakfast
would be a wild goose chase.

- Are you done?
- Yes. I almost forgot!

This is Daniel Rousseau.
An upholstery manufacturer.

- Philip Clarence.
- I thought so.

- What did he say about me?
- Many things.

Time to leave.

I'll walk you.

Actually,
since you're getting married,

allow me to make
your wedding dress.

- Nonsense.
- Don't listen to him.

- You'll have time afterwards.
- Come on, old boy.

Come tomorrow at eleven.

I'll be back.

- You ditched me for her.
- She arrived last night.

Oh, I almost forgot my fabric.

You're forgiven.

- You're lucky, she's pretty.
- Off with you.

- Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.
- Just a moment.

There you are.

I needed a mirror, there's only one.

The apartment isn't ready.
What do you think?

- Not bad.
- Not bad?

The architecture's a little dated,
but we'll fix it.

I'm talking about your friend.
Is he good?

One of the best couturiers in Paris.

What about this dress?

We'd better decline.
It's for the best.

Why?

In our line of work, wedding dresses
shouldn't be given by a stranger.

Dear Daniel.

Don't call me "Dear Daniel".

You were saying?

I'm lucky you're a serious man.

Madam. I have to go.

No, don't leave.
We need your services.

Let's start with the back room.

Follow us, Mr Lemoine.

- May I see Mr Clarence?
- He's not here.

He asked me here.

I'll see. Do come in.

Good news. We're stopping
the line and starting again.

That's pretty terrific news.

What's happening?

Mr Clarence worked all night
on a new design.

He couldn't sleep?

- Please come.
- Why?

- Mr Clarence has a visitor.
- I'm coming.

What do I do?

Carry on. I'll tell you more later.

I didn't like the dresses.

We'll have three weeks
to redo everything.

I can't wait
for that overtime pay cheque.

Oh, yes!

If you're not happy, tell the boss.

Back to work.

Can you believe this?

Madam?

- You have an appointment?
- Correct.

- Your name is?
- Miss Lafaurie.

What do you think?

It's interesting.

"Interesting"? Nice compliment.
So very encouraging.

How about it's "sensational"
or "wonderful"?

We'll see...
but drawings aren't dresses.

Yes, but if the drawings are good...

This one will be red.

Come in.
This'll be a masterpiece.

Miss Lafaurie's here.

Don't know her.

The dresses have to be different,

yet similar, with a common thread.

That's what a collection is
and I've found mine.

Should I tell the lady
downstairs to leave?

Is she pretty or ugly?

- Ugly.
- Send her up, then.

No, I'm kidding. Tell her I'm busy.

She must be beautiful.

Anne-Marie screens them,
they're always stunning.

She still loves you.

It bothers me.
It's over, she should leave.

- I can't fire her.
- Me neither.

What was her name?

Who?

It's hard to follow you.

The lady waiting.

- Lamaury, or something...
- Oh, no.

I'm sorry, goodbye.

Maybe Mr Clarence forgot...
I'm Mr Rousseau's fiancée.

My apologies.
It was a misunderstanding.

She's a friend of mine.
Come to my office.

I have a terrible memory for names.

Anne-Marie.

Solange...

This is Solange. My only family.

- Micheline...
- Lafaurie.

Daniel Rousseau's fiancée.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I thought she was real.

She's dead.

I dress her up for fun.

It's a pretty old dress by Poiret.

Gorgeous.

Pass me that.

Right... Tell the ladies
I'd like to talk to them.

- Here?
- Yes.

All of them.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- You slept well?
- Yes, you?

Yes. In a way.

Why?

I worked on my line last night,
rather unexpectedly.

At night?

Sometimes.

Since Daniel...

"Since Daniel..."?

Nothing. I forget.

Come in.

Come in. Come in.

I have to consult my staff.

- I'm leaving.
- Wait.

Which one do you prefer?

It's difficult.
They're both gorgeous.

- And now?
- The one on the left.

- But...
- Don't worry about the rest.

- The wedding dress.
- Oh, that's right.

I'll need your measurements.

Henriette, take her measurements
for the dress.

You'd better come back.
Someone will call you.

- Where do you live?
- At the Lesurques'.

- The ship owner?
- No, that's his brother.

- This one has 10 kids.
- Can't have it all.

- Goodbye, Micheline.
- Goodbye.

Please walk her out.

Oh, Micheline!

- See you tonight.
- Pardon?

Goodbye.

Follow me, Madam.
I'll take your measurements.

- They're all here.
- Let's start.

- Are you busy?
- Yes.

- See you tonight.
- Yes.

- Where?
- I don't know, I'll be busy.

I won't insist.

I wanted to tell you,
I changed my mind.

My design was worthless.

Don't pretend to disagree.

I need you to like my line,
or it won't work.

Who liked it?

No one.

For Miss Lafaurie.

Thank you.

- Who is it for?
- Miss Lafaurie.

- For Micheline? I'll give it to her.
- Thank you.

- I'll pack it.
- They're my clothes.

You're not good at it.

Your records are old.

I like them.
If you don't, don't listen.

I see you're rich now, Micheline.

When did you order it?

Three months ago in Paris.

You didn't tell us.

Is this what you call studying?
Don't you have exams?

I was about to hit the books.
Thanks, girls.

Don't be belligerent.
You have no business being here.

Get changed or you'll be late.

It's tonight? Let's go.

- Start getting ready.
- Tonight?

Dinner is at 7:00.

It's 6:45.
She'd better get dressed.

Sorry, Aunt. I'm not coming.

- I'd rather watch a movie.
- As you wish.

Your free time is your own.

MY STAFF TOOK 6 HOURS
TO MAKE THIS DRESS.

"SINCE DANIEL..." IS IN LYON,
PHILIPPE WILL ACCOMPANY YOU.

LET'S MEET TONIGHT AT 8:00
AT THE SILVER ROOSTER.

Pardon me. Good evening.

Miss, are you looking for someone?

- Hello.
- I didn't see you.

Our table is there.

- You ditched me.
- I'll call you tomorrow. I promise!

- So many people.
- Just a few friends.

- All of Paris.
- The best place to be alone.

We're alone, Micheline.
We're on a deserted island.

I'm sending signals.
No one cares about us.

Why isn't anyone coming?

- We're ready.
- Very good, Mr Clarence.

Apologies, I already ordered.

I ate already.

How come?

Well, I ought to tell you.
I'm a young woman.

That's no crime...
I don't understand.

I had to hide the fact
I was coming here.

Ah, I get it.

I told my cousins
that I was at the theatre.

You're already cheating on Daniel.

He would've allowed me to come out.

Yes... Probably... Rodolphe.

- Mr Clarence?
- Champagne?

- No, water.
- Very well, Madam.

- Hello. This is Antoine.
- Champagne for table 43.

You'd better come now. OK.

Good evening. I'm rather hungry.
I last ate this morning.

- Do you have a table?
- A table for two in back.

You look ravishing,
besides this stitch.

- This is original.
- I should've thanked you.

It's my pleasure,
we did it on a whim.

You look like a nice rooster.

I feel like a chicken,
I didn't want to leave my room.

You look charming.

Veal cutlet with peas,
roasted chicken or beef?

Potatoes with salad and cheese.

They do a great camembert.
Do you like camembert?

- You like camembert?
- I don't care about it.

What are you looking at?

Isn't that Mr Clarence?

Yes, and isn't that a woman
sitting with him?

- You're with a man.
- You're infuriating.

You're on edge.

Do you know them too?

- Indeed, why?
- She's staring.

She's an old friend.

- Charming.
- Pretty.

She seems upset, go and say hello.

Never, I'm enjoying this.

She must think that...

She probably wonders...

Yes?

- Does it bother you?
- No, should it?

Of course not.

- They're mocking me.
- Why do you care?

Suit yourself, but I won't eat here.

- Antoine.
- Mr Murier.

- Bring some camembert, please.
- Yes, sir.

Micheline...

the soul of a dress
is a woman's body.

- I wonder if Micheline's here.
- Careful with your wheel.

I am being careful!

I knew they'd get back before me.

What was I talking about?

Your profession. "The soul of a dress
is a woman's body."

You lost me.

It's simple.

A dress with no soul is a dress
that wasn't created for a woman.

- Thanks to the woman...
- Yes.

You don't know what it is to create.

Nuns say it's creating
something with nothing.

- That's what they say?
- About God.

- He created Heaven and Earth.
- Exactly.

- When's he coming back?
- Who?

Daniel.

Not sure, in 2 or 3 days.

- And in the meantime?
- "Meantime"?

- Will I see you again?
- It'd be difficult.

I have to go.

- Goodbye, Micheline.
- Goodbye.

- Call me.
- No, you call me.

Bye.

The balance is 30% less
than last quarter's.

- It has to stop.
- What's less than last year's?

- The balance.
- Ah, yes. Indeed.

- Less than what?
- Than last quarter's balance.

Well, this quarter's. It means...

- Busy?
- No.

Let's talk tonight. Tomorrow.

You keep saying that.

Tomorrow for sure, goodbye.

- We need to talk.
- I know.

Me first.
I'm not one of your puppets.

I know your tricks.

Very well.

Eight months ago, you dazzled me.
The thrill is gone.

I know you.
You think you're Poiret?

You can't even launch
a spring line before July 14th.

People used to like you,
unlike now.

You're ruining everyone's lives.

As for mine, you can't touch it.

What day is it?

- The 5th, why?
- No reason.

What are you doing?

One moment.

I'm all yours.

That's the first dress
you made for me.

- I wondered where it was.
- Now you know.

You're a dog. I bet...

I knew it.

Helen. Dec. 18, 1940.
Oct. 12, 1941.

Anne-Marie. She's still here.

Monique.

Yvette.

Marguerite.
You're a collector.

You own a museum, a cemetery.

No wonder you kept it locked.

You're mad.

Clench your teeth,
I'm not scared.

And all I wanted
was for you to love me.

- Are you done?
- Not yet.

- I've been cheating on you.
- Really?

- With the bozo at the bistro?
- Someone else.

What did you want to tell me?

Goodbye, Lucienne,
and good luck.

Answer me.
What did you want to say?

I just told you.
Goodbye and good luck.

Who knows where you'll end up,
but I'd rather be me than you.

Not bad...

- Anytime.
- Let's do it.

Who is it? It's for you.

- Who?
- Labaury... Lafaurie.

Hello. Good day.

Hello, Philippe.

Hold on.

Sorry about that.

What's going on?
I thought you'd hung up.

I went to the Louis XV boudoir
for privacy. Or Louis XVI.

It's pretty. Am I disturbing you?

Not at all. I'm by myself.
I wasn't doing anything.

- I thought you were swamped.
- I don't want to work.

I can't work when I'm sad.

You think it's funny?

Are you serious?
What's making you sad?

- None of your business.
- It is!

Well, I'm sad that you're sad.

There's nothing you can do.

Micheline, I'm all alone.
I am, I swear.

I always will be.

I'll go home alone,
and dine all alone tonight.

What do you usually do?

You probably plan ahead.

Of course, but it's no use.
It gets me nowhere.

I didn't realise before,
but now I do...

since we parted.

If I hadn't met you,
it would be easier.

Philippe.

- There's no "Philippe."
- Listen.

Yes.

Listen to yourself...

Nice dress.

It's not my fault.

Of course it isn't. Nor is it mine.

Why talk about this,
given the situation?

- I agree.
- If you were in my shoes...

...you'd dine with me tonight.
What?

Pretty, huh?

Yes.

It's an old tune.

- I like old tunes.
- You too?

Me too.

There's one I love.

Life is stupid sometimes.

Life is fine, Micheline.

People are stupid.

They swim upstream
instead of going with the flow.

Perhaps, but unfortunately
we have to know where we're heading.

Where are you heading, Micheline?

Leave me, Philippe.

The champagne must be cold by now.

I'm not thirsty and it's late.

Will you walk me?

I hope my bike is still there.

I always leave mine out.

- No, Philippe.
- Micheline...

No, Philippe!

Goodbye, Philippe.

Let me go, please.

Hello.

Thank you, Miss.

That's all, Mr Clarence.

Thanks, I'll let you know.

- I'll let him know you're here.
- I'll go myself. Leave this here.

He's in the lounge.

Daniel.

Hello.

That was fast.
You didn't hang around.

Father prepared everything.
All I had to do was choose.

- The fabrics are here?
- Yes.

Show me!

What about the models?

- The redhead and the last two.
- You're two models short.

Solange'll take care of it.
Come on.

What about the girl?

- Which one?
- Lafaurie.

I know him. He doesn't care.
Think of the company.

That's all you think of.

- I don't care about it.
- Poor Anne-Marie.

- Are you happy?
- It's exactly what I wanted.

It's soft as skin.

If my father were here,
I'd kiss him. What's this?

- That... That's fabric.
- I'd guessed as much.

- Is something the matter?
- With me? No, why?

What's wrong?
This is great fabric.

It was for Micheline's dress.
Did she come while I was away?

Of course.

What's going on?

Nothing serious.

Before my departure,
we'd set a wedding date.

Now she's not sure.

She says it's too early,
the apartment isn't ready,

that people are out of town.

- That's all?
- Yes, that's all.

You're an idiot.

- You don't know girls.
- You do?

Women are complex creatures.

What I mean is...

They react, they don't...

- You don't know either.
- I do.

- So?
- Don't rush her.

She'll change her mind tomorrow.

- You think so.
- I know so.

- So keep the fabric.
- There you go.

Yes.

What fur?

No, don't! I'll go myself.

I must go.
When's the rest arriving?

- In a couple of days.
- Great, thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

And stop worrying, it'll be fine.

- See you.
- See you.

Hello? Yes, sir.

Who? Miss Lafaurie?
Hold on, please.

Miss! Miss!

Hello?

Micheline?

Listen. We have to talk.

- Something wrong?
- No, I just saw Daniel.

Yes.
We have to meet immediately.

- How about in half an hour?
- All right.

- At the Tuileries.
- Why?

It's between your house and mine.
And I want us to meet quickly.

I'll be by the merry-go-round.

- Brings back memories?
- I was good at that.

- Funny.
- What?

- I'm imagining the boy you were.
- How so?

Blond, chubby,
very upset if you missed the ring.

- I never missed.
- You were already perfect.

- Where were you?
- Why?

We've been waiting for you.
Come on!

- You made it home safely last night?
- Yes.

- Slept well?
- Yes.

- You shouldn't wear a necklace.
- Why not?

It doesn't go with that blouse.

There.

Lovely.

- You're beautiful... It's sad.
- Why?

Now that he's back,
it'll be hard to meet as often.

- "Meet"?
- Yes.

- Do you trust me?
- Yes.

It will be difficult.

I'm a little busy with the line,

but it's OK, we'll manage.

To think you're Daniel's fiancée...
If only we'd met sooner...

Yes.

He said he saw you this morning.

- You weren't excited?
- No.

What happened?

Nothing, I must have seemed
strange to him.

I thought we'd meet
before his return.

I couldn't tell him.

- But I will.
- You won't tell him...

Of course not.

- There's no point.
- What will you tell him?

The truth. He's a good man.
In many ways better than you.

I'll tell him I care for him,
that I thought I could love him,

but that I no longer do since...

I'll say I can't marry him.

Can't marry him?

No.

Listen, Micheline.

I like you a lot.
I think you know that.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, continue.

I've never met
anyone like you, but...

It's about Daniel.

Continue, Philippe.

Listen, you don't realise

that Daniel is desperately
in love with you.

Women are all the same.

They make
the first man they meet suffer.

What first man?

I mean Daniel.

You can't do that to him.

Micheline, a man like me
is not right for you.

Daniel loves you. There's no real
reason for you not to marry.

Are you listening?

We can stay friends.

My God.

Micheline!

Mind your own business!

- It's getting dark.
- Turn on the light.

- Hi, Micheline.
- Hello, Thérèse.

Where've you been?
The championship's started.

- Championship?
- Yes. Daniel is the referee.

- He's wondering where you've been.
- I'll just...

Come.

- Here she is.
- Well!

- Hello, Micheline.
- You're pushing your luck!

17-16.

18-16.
Get it right, Daniel.

- 18?
- Yes.

- Were you shopping?
- Yes, are you winning?

Of course.

Hey. Who was serving?

18-16. His serve.

Lovers don't kiss?

- Serve.
- OK. Silence.

- He curves all his balls.
- Wouldn't you?

- Maybe.
- 19-16. Yvonne's service.

No kiss for me?

So, Micheline,
you don't want to marry anymore?

What?

- 16-20.
- Yvonne.

21-16. Let's switch. Referee?

Two sets all.
Yvonne serves.

Mum asked Daniel
if you'd set a wedding date.

Daniel said you had no idea.

- You're playing hard to get.
- My thoughts exactly.

Ignore her, Micheline.
She's just jealous.

- Like an old maid.
- Back at you.

Nicole.

Hello, Micheline.

Hello, Auntie.

- Have you sent the card?
- Not yet.

Your uncle won't be happy.

- Come and write to him.
- But, Mum, the game's not over yet.

- Now, I said.
- Yes, Mum.

I had warned her.

Mum will teach her.

- Damn!
- 0-1.

Careful, you're losing.

I'm tired.

Listen, Micheline,
as your bridesmaids, we need to know

so that we can order our dresses.

That's true, Micheline.

Yvonne, your serve.

Stupid wedding! I want to play.

Michou.

- What?
- What's wrong?

Micheline...

Tell me.

What is it?

- Micheline...
- Stop asking her for a date.

Shit.

A higher waist, Juliette. Higher.

Start putting the waist
at the right height.

Thanks.

Thank you, love.

This girl has no breasts.

- A waist, but no breasts.
- Can't have everything.

It's not your concern.
Who asked you?

Dress No. 27 now.
No. 33 in an hour.

- Are 20 and 21 with you?
- And 22.

Did they try it?

- The grey woollen dress?
- Coming.

- In 15 minutes?
- Hurry.

Is it coming along?

No, I'm still fixing patches
for tomorrow.

You have until Thursday
to finish half the dresses.

- Seriously?
- Yes, you'll manage.

"Manage". Pass me the chalk.

Paulette... You said it'd be ready.

- Never said that.
- It's ready?

- Yes.
- So?

It's a miracle it's ready.
You can't schedule miracles.

- Here.
- What's that?

I have more.

- Give me one.
- Get lost.

- They look expensive.
- You scared me.

Must've cost a bomb.

- Want to know the occasion?
- Yes. I thought it was to thank me.

- Isn't it that?
- It's your birthday today.

You always remember. You haven't
missed any of the last five.

And I'm not about to start.

I hope so.

You're sweet.

- Mr Philippe Clarence.
- Ah, idiot.

- Micheline's here.
- Micheline?

Yes. You look surprised.
You said you'd make her dress.

What dress?

For the wedding, in a month.

I should have known.

- So...
- So what? What is it?

- Are you happy?
- Of course I am. Are you simple?

- Do you have the samples?
- What samples?

- For the stylist.
- Ah, yes, here.

She'll work on the hats.

- She's running behind.
- She'll be ready before you.

- Bye, Daniel.
- Bye.

- See you later, darling.
- Later.

- Are you...?
- Yes, we are.

- She's a nice girl, really.
- It took you long enough to see.

Let's see Micheline.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Mr Clarence is coming.
- Thank you.

- He'll make you a great dress.
- Hopefully.

You'll be a beautiful bride.

He'll sort you out,
he's the expert...

- See you.
- See you.

- Hello.
- Am I disturbing you?

Not at all. Should we sit?

There's so little to say.

Too bad, you look stunning.

- Ravishing.
- Thank you.

- Are you upset?
- Me? Why?

No reason.

Daniel wouldn't understand
if I asked to change couturiers...

You're right.

Please don't come
to the dress fittings.

Or I'll go somewhere else.

- Will that be possible for you?
- Yes, it's possible.

I can get the dress
without seeing you?

- Difficult, but possible.
- Thank you.

Of course, I'll pay for this dress.
Daniel won't know a thing.

As you wish. Germaine?

Please come.
Take care of Miss Lafaurie.

- Hello, Madam.
- Wedding dress. Next line's model.

I hope you'll like it.
It's just your style.

- Good.
- Sorry, but I'm swamped.

I'll get the drawing first,
the sample isn't ready.

I'll wait.

Hello? Yes.

Already?

Please tell Juliette to start.
I'll be there in a moment.

Micheline's here
for the dress fitting.

I completely forgot.

- Wait.
- What?

Wrong knife.

You wanted a silver knife
to cut fruit in Chamonix.

"It tastes better," you said.

- You were right.
- How about your client?

She'll wait,
we just sat down to eat.

Let's finish.

Here. A pear peeled with love.

You're making
Micheline Lafaurie wait.

Micheline Lafaurie!

- So what?
- I don't want her waiting!

I hate it when customers wait!
I've said it 100 times!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome!

- You're mean.
- Too bad for her.

Because she loves you?

She's mixing love
with something else.

"A pear peeled with love."
She's put me off pears for life.

She was in the picture
five years ago.

So why rekindle that flame?

- It won't end well.
- You should understand...

I don't understand you anymore.

- Hello to you.
- Sorry... Hello, Daniel.

- Oh, you.
- That's not very nice.

Oh, you know...

Micheline is doing a fitting.

- Is your line ready?
- I don't know...

- I think it'll be grand.
- It's my last chance.

You had so many.

- Exactly.
- Thank you. And you?

- Everything OK?
- Yes.

- Are you happy?
- With Micheline? Wonderful.

We're always together.

- I have no time to go to work.
- Really? I'm glad to hear that.

Thank you.

- Excuse me, Daniel.
- Come in, we don't bite.

No, but Philippe probably
has work to do.

Everyone will love my dress.

Surely.
Don't you agree, Philippe?

Well?

Micheline's right, we'll go.

- Goodbye. See you soon.
- See you soon.

- See you Tuesday.
- Yes. Coming, Daniel?

- Sorry, I'm distracted.
- I can tell.

- See you soon.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye, Anne-Marie.

You had to call me Philippe.
In front of her.

- In front of her?
- Well, them.

- Where are you heading?
- Montaigne Avenue.

- You're always busy with things.
- We can't be together all the time.

- I have friends, cousins.
- Of course.

- Please, don't be upset.
- OK.

We'll wait for you if you want.

Hello? Yes?

This is Mrs Solange.

It's about the chairs you ordered
to present your line.

Yes, I'll tell you exactly.

You rented 250 last time.

That was tight. We'll need 300.

Make sure they match.
You can deliver them on the...

Today's the 27th?

As long as we get them
two days in advance.

Perfect, thank you.
Good day, sir.

That'll be all for here.

I'll show you
where to put the rest.

- Hurry up. We're late.
- As usual.

- What?
- It's the same with every line.

- We're the last ones.
- So?

- We're naming the dresses.
- What's he gone for this year?

Bird names.

- Bérénice.
- 42: Bérénice.

- No. 43.
- Chimène.

43: Chimène.

- No. 44.
- Iphigénie.

44: Iphigénie.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

- I have five or six more names.
- Put them on the new list.

The other list is ready, I hope.

Not yet.
Shouldn't we wait till it's full?

Why, why, why?

That's insane.
We'll have to send new ones.

I hate this. I didn't want people
to know we were late.

I can't rely on anybody!

- It's no big deal.
- It is!

- Sorry.
- Makes no difference.

Let's continue.

No. 45 is the last one.

- Esther.
- So?

Esther.

- Esther.
- Noted.

Your turn, Paulette.

- Thank you, see you later.
- Yes, Mr Clarence.

Hey, Paulette.
The last one, as usual.

- You didn't lift a finger.
- Calm down. Let's name your dresses.

With stupid names, as usual.
No. 20.

- Antigone.
- Anti what?

Antigone, a lady who died
a long time ago.

No. 20... Antigone.

Oh, you're here, Henriette.
Apologies.

- Your dresses were named?
- Yes, I was first.

Perfect.

Goodbye, you look marvellous.

- Isn't Solange right, Monique?
- Lovely bride.

It's Saturday?

- What?
- The wedding.

- Yes.
- We'll be outside the church.

- Isn't that right, Henriette?
- Of course.

That's nice of you.

- I wish I were you.
- Why?

It's a special day
for a young woman.

- Don't you think?
- Certainly.

Gorgeous dress, thank you.

- My pleasure.
- I'll take it off now.

Let us do it.

Paulette, get the girls.
Anne-Marie, tell the shops.

Put your dresses away.
Come and have some champagne.

I sure hope so.

Make the three generous rows.

- Everywhere?
- If possible.

- Henriette. Is that for the show?
- No, sir. It's Miss Lafaurie's.

We've done the final fit.
We'll deliver it tomorrow.

- Who is it?
- It's me, Philippe.

Come in.

Thanks for the dress.

Send me the bill with it.

- I'll send you a cheque.
- Micheline...

- That's what we had agreed.
- Micheline, we have to talk.

- Let me go.
- Listen, please.

- Should I?
- Yes.

- I have better things to do.
- No, don't go.

We have to talk. Let me talk.

- You hurt me.
- Sorry, but enough is enough.

- What is?
- You know.

Your quick visits,
the wedding dress, our lies.

Don't you agree?

Is that why you're abusing me now?

Stop playing.

I'm not like you.
I don't play games. This is who I am.

You wouldn't understand.
A man like you...

A man like me?

You don't believe in anything.

I believe in what I see.

I've only known women for whom...

Well, you came along.

I understood too late that I felt
something that I didn't understand.

Very interesting.

Micheline.

You're talking
as if we'd just broke up,

but we did 3 weeks ago
at the Tuileries.

- Forever.
- We did not split up, Micheline.

When I came into this room,

you were waiting for me.

Me? Are you crazy?

You were waiting.

Where's Mr Clarence?

In the fitting room
with Miss Lafaurie.

I thought the fitting was finished.

That may be so,
but he's still with Miss Lafaurie.

I can't live without you.

Jacqueline, you're late.

- Any left?
- We haven't started.

- There won't be enough.
- Oh, charming!

- Where's the boss?
- He's coming.

- Doubt it.
- Fetch him, then.

I'll send a girl. That's easier.

- Mathilde.
- Mrs Paulette?

- Go and get the boss.
- I don't dare.

Go. No "buts".

It's sad, but true.
I'm marrying Daniel on Saturday.

- You don't even love him.
- I'll learn to.

- Micheline.
- I learned to detest you.

Are you sure?

Listen. Let's leave together.

- "Leave"?
- Yes.

Tomorrow night if you want.

- You'd leave everything?
- Yes.

- Right now?
- Yes.

- The line, the house, everything?
- Everything but you.

- Where's the boss?
- Why?

To drink champagne.

Tell them he's coming.

Thank you.

You seem sincere.

Listen, Micheline.

There are things
I've never told a woman.

They thought I loved them,
or not, but I never said it.

It was easier as a game.

I don't play anymore.

I love you, Micheline.

How many women
have you said that to? Truthfully?

You don't understand.
I've never said it.

You believe me?

I do, but...

- You were listening?
- Yes.

Micheline.

- I know.
- Daniel told you?

She doesn't mean anything to me.
Isn't that true?

Tell her!

I know you're not lying, Philippe.

Thank you, Micheline.

Now go. It's better.

Yes.

Micheline!

See you tomorrow.

Everyone's waiting.

- Everyone's waiting.
- What?

That's why you're here?

Yes.

- Listen, Anne-Marie...
- Goodbye, Philippe.

As you wish.

- There you are.
- I'm coming.

We've been waiting for an hour.

- It's late.
- So?

I have to cook dinner.

In this field, a woman needs to be
a widow, or married to a cook.

There he is.

Thank you all for your help.

But...

I...

- To your health.
- And that of the line.

To the line!

- You're shaking like a leaf.
- Come to my office. We must talk.

- To your health, sir.
- To yours.

Hello, hello?

Mrs Bourdier? Mrs Bourdier?

- What about Anne-Marie? No news?
- Still no news.

She's not picking up.

It's strange that she hasn't
shown up this morning.

Try again.

Come up, then.

- Here's the money.
- Leave it there.

- And the tickets?
- Yes.

Pass me that.

- I see you're determined.
- Let's not argue.

I want to stay friends.

If you meant it,
you'd do something about it.

Like?

Stay until the launch.

It would look like
you're taking a vacation.

Stay until then.

- Then we'll see.
- Impossible.

She'd think I changed my mind.
Try to understand.

She's young, she's leaving
her marriage, her future.

- I'm not leaving anything.
- Rubbish. You're leaving the shop.

We built it for 20 years.

You're giving up a lot for her.
It's a bad omen. At least I hope not.

You dislike her.
What's she ever done to you?

I care nothing for her!

For just one girl,
you'll put 300 in the street.

- And me too.
- It would make no difference.

It couldn't be clearer.
Thanks, Philippe.

Stop being stupid.
Why all this money?

- Oh, yes. How much is it?
- 200,000.

- You want my savings too?
- No, keep the rest.

- You may need it.
- In case of struggle, yes.

- Excuse me.
- What is it?

Don't look so terrified. Speak up.

- Anne-Marie...
- What about her?

She's dead.

- What?
- Her housekeeper just phoned.

She committed suicide.

My God.

The doctor said she died last night.

- The staff knows?
- Not yet.

Don't say a word for now.

Mr Clarence will go to Anne-Marie's.

Please leave us.

My poor Philippe.

Philippe... Surely you're going
to Anne-Marie's?

I'm off. Goodbye, Solange.

Where to?

Philippe!

Come in.

- You asked for me?
- I need help with the suitcase.

Of course, Miss.

I don't know what's wrong.

- I never get it.
- It's nice.

- What is it?
- It's me.

He'll be able to help you.

I was shopping.
My secretary said you sent for me.

- Ah, yes.
- What are you doing?

- It won't close. Thanks, Anna.
- At your service.

Don't worry, there's no hurry.

The inside drawer was blocking it.

- I see... Thank you, Daniel.
- Why the suitcases?

I'm leaving.

- Where to?
- Back home, to Reims.

What?

- What's wrong?
- We can't get married.

Micheline, don't joke around.
That's not funny.

I was with another man.

Micheline...

Yes.

When?

That's irrelevant.

I have a right to know.

- A month ago.
- A month?

- I thought I loved him.
- But you're telling me now?

I tried to tell you, but I couldn't.

Who? Do I know him?

No.

I can't believe it.
You're an honest woman.

- How could you hide it?
- It was hard.

I tried to forget him.
This is so stupid.

I had a feeling something was off.

I thought
you had something to tell me.

I kept waiting. Nothing came.

- Will you marry him?
- Marry?

I swear I'll never see him again.

I don't understand, Micheline.

I can't say anything for the moment.

I'll tell you when I'm older.

I don't want to hear about it,
not today, not tomorrow.

I'm keeping you.

You're a real gem, Daniel.

- Have you told anyone?
- No, but we can't marry.

It's water under the bridge.

- My poor Daniel...
- I'm serious.

Come in.

- Mr Clarence is here.
- Philippe! Good timing.

Tell him I'm coming.
How does he know I'm here?

He asked for Micheline.

- Where is he?
- In the lounge downstairs.

- Tell him I'm not here.
- Yes, ma'am.

No.

I'm going.

Anna, wait. Tell him I'm coming.

Yes, ma'am.

- It's him?
- Please calm down.

Don't make a scene.
This isn't our home.

Why's he here?

- He asked me to elope.
- What did you reply?

I didn't, I had no time...
Anne-Marie came in.

Stop, I don't believe you.

Daniel.

Go. We'll see.

Ah, Micheline.

I see.

You're here?

What's wrong?

Daniel knows, Philippe.

Very well.

I came for you, Micheline.

I don't love you, Philippe.
I never did.

Never will,
it's a misunderstanding.

What?

Yes.

A misunderstanding?

You amused me.

You enjoyed going out
with a young girl,

but I was just in it for the kicks.

Micheline...

You're not the only one
who can put on an act. I can too.

Micheline, what's changed
since yesterday?

We were going to leave together.

You're lying. I'm leaving alone.

I'm alone now, the damage is done.

I don't want to hear about this
anymore, and not from you.

Micheline, I love you.

Please go now.

Get lost.

You heard? Get lost.

I said go.

I said go!

Daniel!

What's going on?
Tell me, Micheline!

- What's this about?
- Leave us, please.

What do you want?

- What's this dress called?
- Judith.

Beautiful.
But where's Mr Clarence?

- I don't see him.
- Nor do I.

- He hasn't arrived yet?
- Not yet. He won't be long.

- You hear that?
- What?

Turn around.

OK, go.

- They liked it?
- Yes.

Good.

- Where's the necklace?
- Here.

Put it on.

- This one too.
- Very well. Thank you.

Thank you, dear Daniel.
Sorry...

You know, by now...

- Is it time?
- In 5 minutes.

- Already?
- Yes.

Daniel, I have to ask you
something.

You can ask me anything.

You saw Philippe's look...

Daniel, please...
I'd just like to know he's OK.

Call him and come back.

No need to say anything,
I'll just know... that he's OK.

It's not what you think.

Please, I leave in 4 minutes.

You said I could ask anything.

No, don't ask me that.

I'm sorry, Daniel.

Hello, is this the Clarence shop?

Is Mr Clarence there?

Hold on, please.

No, don't bother him.

Hello. Hello.

Hello? I'm listening.

Is Mr Clarence there, please?

He isn't.
Who's calling, please?

Isn't the launch happening?

Yes, but Mr Clarence isn't here.

One second.

The train's leaving.

They're launching the line,
but he's not there.

Hello. Are you sure?

I'll double-check, hold on.

- How are things?
- Wonderful.

- Where's the boss?
- Take off the coat.

Take off the coat.
Mr Clarence hasn't finished it.

Yes, Madam.

Where is he?

He left last night.

- What?
- Keep quiet. What is it?

- Someone's calling for Mr Clarence.
- He's not here. Don't you know?

- I told her, but...
- Tell her to take a hike. Go on!

- Who is she?
- A new saleswoman.

No, Raymonde. Not yet.
The beige suit first.

Take the list.

Watch the fitting,
I'll check the room.

Hello, Mr Clarence is not here.

This is Mr Rousseau.
Who is this?

Mr Rousseau?

Who are you, sir?

Pass it.

- Hello, this is Solange.
- Ah, Solange.

Hello. Where's Philippe?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him.
You wanted to talk to him?

Well, no. It's not urgent.

Sorry, we're launching the line,
and I'm alone.

Go ahead. Goodbye, Solange.

Goodbye... Daniel.

Poor Solange.

I'm scared, Daniel.

The train's gone now.

Let's get out of here.

Hurry up.
This isn't all fun and games.

- It's a hit?
- Yes.

- They like it?
- It seems so.

- No. 42.
- 42: Rosine.

- Philippe.
- 42: Rosine.

Philippe?

Back in, please.

Philippe, you didn't leave.

What's wrong?
Come, give me your things.

No. 44: Bérénice.

44: Bérénice.

44: Bérénice.

Bring him a chair.

48.

What are you doing?

No. 48: Hermione.

No. 48: Hermione.

Sit, Mr Clarence.

44: Bérénice.

Bravo, Philippe.

Bravo, Philippe.

It's strange. He looks drunk.

No. 48, Hermione.

- Isn't it wonderful?
- He's an artist.

No one claps during a launch?

- At the end.
- What marks the end?

- Normally, the wedding dress.
- Ah, I didn't know that.

No. 55: Aphrodite.

No. 55: Aphrodite.

57: Roxane.

Hyménée.

Hyménée.

Hyménée.

That was the entire line.

Oh, Clarence. How splendid.

Lucie, take care
of the customers. I'll be back.

- What do we say?
- That he's overworked.

That he'll be better tomorrow.

- How strange.
- You get it?

Anne-Marie's dead, that's all I know.

He seems shaken up.
I'm surprised.

- Where are you going?
- Some customers stayed.

- They want to see Mr Clarence.
- Tell them...

Mr Roland wants to see you.

- Excuse me, but today...
- Of course.

Goodbye,
do come back next week.

- Congratulations again.
- Goodbye.

- Pity I can't see Philippe.
- I'm sure you'll understand...

I'm sorry to hear
about the lady's death.

Goodbye, Mr Roland.

As if we needed that!

I wonder who told him.

And Mr Clarence?

- So?
- Solange went to see him.

- What are you doing here?
- We'd like to know what's going on.

Philippe!

Answer me!

Philippe!

It's me! Solange!

Open up!

Madam, what's wrong?

- I don't know.
- Come on.

Open up, Philippe!

Open up.

Micheline...

- Daniel, I'll speak to Solange.
- Good. I'll wait here.

- You want to see the owner?
- He's not here.

Yes, he is.

Madam...

He won't answer.

It's all your fault.

Mrs Solange!

Daniel!

Where is he?

Try the other door.

Philippe! Open up!

Stay, Micheline.

- We should do something.
- Nothing can be done.

He's dead.

He looks happy.

So does she.
She didn't even break.

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