Original subtitles

Coco Chanel is back.

For fifteen years the gates of the Chanel fashion empire have been closed.

Now, at the age of seventy, she's returned from her self-imposed exile to make an eagerly anticipated comeback.

The fashion world is holding its breath.

Today, the legendary designer is unveiling her first collection... in more than a decade.

Mr. Roman?

How will Coco Chanel respond to today's market, dominated by designers like Dior?

Coco Chanel is a woman who dresses women. I'm sure her collection will reflect.

And what about...

- What about your relationship to Coco Chanel? - Thank you!

- Shes referred to you as an old 'old bandit'! - Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

- Old bandit? Old friend, more like. - Ah!

I hope you enjoy the show.

Thank you. How are you?

- Good, good, good. - Good.

Ah! Hello.

- Good to see you. - Hi, good to see you.

- Good to see you, here. - Hello!

- Oh! How lovely to see you again! - Lovely to see you!

- Welcome. - Thank you.

- Marc! - I'll-I'll see you after the show.

- Yes... - Okay, great.

- Adrienne! What a pleasure to see you. - Ah! Oh...

- How are you? - Very well.

- Odette. You look beautiful. - Thank you.

- Huwis she? - As you might think!

Though she probably looks less nervous than you.

- Are you coming up? - Oh! Um... yes in a moment.

They're fighting to get in. Cocteau, Visconti, Dali: they're all here.

- All your old friends. - Some of my old enemies.

Aunt Coco,. .. some more telegrams have arrived.

“You will always be the greatest of them all” : Marlene Dietrich.

“Only Parliament prevents me from coming there to salute you”: Vkfinston Churchill.

Lift your arm, lift your arm.

No, no. This isn't working.

Coco, please! The crowds getting restless.

Scissors. Scissors.

No!

Go, go.

Oh, dear! This is all rather underwhelming!

No! It was a fiasco, I know.

They had their knives out.

- I'm so sorry, Coco. - Marc, I do not need your condolences, please.

- Maybe it could have been avoided. - Hm-mm.

Coco!

- Please, try not to be... - Adrienne. Don't you worry.

I've suffered rejection before, as you well know. Even when I was still being called Gabrielle.

It's alright. I'm fine.

Let me finish this.

- Gabrielle, if I were to go away... - Go... where?

You have to promise me something. Take care of Julia. You are stronger than her.

Of course.

I can take care of you both.

Listen Lousie! You don't seem to have any trust on the situation.

You don't listen to a word I say.

If we'd had more money, you'd still be here with us.

- It's your sister right there. - You're their father, you have to look after them!

What am I supposed to do?

Take them with me from town to town, while I try to make a living?!

You're their aunt. You look after them.

We-we don't have the room, let alone the money!

Gabrielle, Julie! Hurry up!

- I wish you could stay with us. - I know you do, Adrienne.

I'll write to you Adrienne!

Mother Superior, thank you for seeing me!

We don't usually take new children unless they pay tuition fees.

However, as benevolent Christians we do from time to time also accept...

...those without the means to pay.

There will be certain differences in treatment, naturally.

You see, the situation is that... I cant quite afford to pay.

- I understand. - Thank you, mother.

I told you, once I'm established in America, I'll be back to collect you.

- Please let us come with you. - I'll be back soon.

- Promise? - I promise.

Turn around. Turn around. Please... tum around.

The Combat says: “Coco Chanel is stuck in the past”.

“A collection for grannies”... the Express.

What do they know? Well, they certainly weren't wearing kid gloves...

Please! Spare me the infamous... 'Chanel silence'.

Let them write what they choose. I know what women want.

I admire your confidence. But... maybe times have changed, hm-mm!

And now we've lost... millions of Francs.

Perhaps you've lust faith in me too, Marc...

You will always have my most sincere esteem.

- What about trust? - Hmm.

Alright, let's be honest. I warned you of the risks, and of course, you insisted.

Let's hope that this unmitigated disaster doesn't affect perfume sales, because if it does,

then that's going to be the final straw.

You have nothing more to add?

Mademoiselle...

Poor Marc. I haven't seen him this upset for thirty years.

He thinks that I'm already beaten. Hmm!

You! You are so young.

What did you think ufmy collection?

I think it was beautiful.

Are you being honest with me? I don't think so.

Adrienne? You who've been by my side from the very beginning...

Coco, how can you even ask me such a question? I have supported...

So... you all feel that I have lost my touch. Someone else shares your doubts.

Someone whose confidence matters more to me than anything else.

- Who? - Me.

What if they are right after all? What if I am... just a relic from the past?

Yes! Yes!

It's exquisite and your lady world would be delighted.

- Today. Your lady won't... with this? - Will be delighted.

- I can give it to you... - I want to know...

I just saw my father! Can I please go to him? Just for few minutes?

- Where? - Over there.

Well, alright, but... come back right away, come back right away.

Little darling. Little darling. Look at you!

Where did you go? Why did you run off?

I thought I saw our father. But I was wrong.

He's in America. I'm afraid he'll never come back.

Go to sleep.

'Morning, girls! Wake up! Good morning! Up you get! Come, come. Come on!

- Good morning, Sisters. - Morning.

Here you go.

- Happy birthday, Gabrielle. - Thank you, Sister Therese.

As soon as you're ready, Mother Superior is waiting to see you, hmm?

- Hm-mm! - Alright!

Happy birthday!

Today is your eighteenth birthday. It is time for you to make your own way in your life.

Unless you have a calling... for a religious life!

I'm not sure I'm cut out to be a nun, Mother.

I suspect you are right. But the world outside is not an easy one.

Especially for a woman without experience and means.

- I can work hard, as you taught me. - Have you asked God for his help?

Yes. Many times.

Just as I ask him to keep my mother alive... and to bring my father back.

I'll write to Adrienne... She's my only relative, she'll help us.

My sister and I will leave as soon as we can find work.

Maybe it's best if Julia stays. She can make herself useful here.

She's not as willful as you are.

- I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing. - Have you gone mad?

Madame Desboutin was very clean... I told you. Once you are settled, you can come back for her.

Do it for her sake.

Julia. I'll come back for you.

- I know. - Julia, you do believe me, don't you?

Yes. I believe you.

Adrienne tells me you were the best seamstress at the convent.

Let's hope that living with the angels taught you to sew like one.

I will try not to disappoint you, Madame.

You'll work in the dressmaking department.

I demand accuracy... No, no, do it again.

“Punctuality and hard work. I'll show you to your room.

Work hours are from seven o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening.

On Sunday, you'll be free to go to mass.

Room and board are deducted from your wages.

Oh, one last thing. I'm a stickler for morality. Your behaviour in this regard must be faultless.

Here. Frogs and facing. They must be ready in half an hour.

Yes, Madame.

Gabrielle? Bring Madame Rocheforfs dress up here!

Yes, Madame.

Carole? Take this and I'll take this, go.

Pull yuurtummy in! A bit more!

- More! - I can't breathe!

Beauty requires a bit of suffering.

Oh!Ah!

Padding.

Oh!

There you go.

I spent thousands of Francs on this dress. The latest fashion from Paris!

And look at it! Look at it! I'm the size of a house!

- Your legs, Madam e. - My legs?

- They are too short for the dress, Madam... - Mademoiselle Chanel!

If we raise the hem of the jacket at the front and leave it lower at the back,

you'll... you'll seem slimmer. It's all about proportion.

You want to alter the latest Paris fashion?

If you spent all this money for the dress, shouldn't you be happy with it?

Ladies...

You know, I think it will work.

- Madame. The officers are here. - Chanel, get the Lieutenant's coat.

- Hurry up, girl! - Yes, Madame.

Hurry!

I'm sure this would look even better on you than any of your customers.

- It's far too expensive for me. - on!

I know plenty of men that would buy it for you in a heartbeat.

- Are you volunteering, Nexon? - I don't want to compete with you, Balsan.

- Ah, I feel a lot more at ease. - Thank you.

Such elegance.

Such elegance can only come from Madame Desboutin's hands.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

On the other hand, to dress such a beautiful lady is like playing a Stradivarius.

- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.

Oh, careful!

Stradivarius. She's certainly about the same age as one?

Come on, Nexon.

He's written to me. It's from one of the officers, from yesterday.

He's a Baron.

- But which one? The handsome one? - Yes, of course the handsome one.

And... he wants to see me again. Tonight, at the Cafe' Chantant.

You have to come with me, you know?

But he wants to see you. I would just be in the way.

Nonsense. I'm not going without you.

Please!

Let's go.

Adrienne!

- It's him. - Him?

Yes, of course.

Adrienne!

Even more beautiful than I remembered.

Oh, good! You brought a friend. I'm delighted you could make it too.

Come with me, I'll lead the way, come.

- Come! - Go!

Hello! Come and sit down with us.

Sit down. A glass of champagne maybe?

- You look like you've never seen champagne before. - Yeah!

Of course I have. I was raised on Champagne.

Are you from round here, Miss?

- No! Oh... I'm from elsewhere. - And what do you do?

Actually, I-I'm a singer.

- Oh! You're a singer! - Singer!

So we better hear you sing then.

- No! No-no, no. - Come on, now!

" Oh, yes! - Oh» yes! Yes!

- No, please! - Yes! Yes!

- No! No-no, no. - Oh! Come on.

- Get away! - Get away. Get down!

- Oh! Give those buys a, drink please. You both need a drink! - Up, you go.

Come on! Give her a big hand!

- What would you like to sing? - Uh, do you know a song called 'Coco'?

Sure! Who duesn't know 'Coco'?

That's your friend.

I'm so pleased you came.

- I'd say she's beautiful... - Shhh! Please!

If you please, dear.

Do you know her?

- I have a feeling I've seen her before. - I have no idea.

Bravo! Bravo!

- Coco! - Bravo!

That was wonderful!

Bravo, Mademoiselle.

Bravo, Mademoiselle. You were wonderful!

Haven 't we met somewhere before?

- I don't think so. - So sad.

Quite a little songbird. Aren't we?

And who is she?

Another Stradivarius? The age seems about right.

You think that dress turns you into a lady?

Don't forget that you're nothing but a simple seamstress.

Tomorrow morning you can pack your bags and get out!

This is not the only job in the world. I'm free to do something with my life.

Yes, but what?

Good question... I'll go to Paris

and I'll find someone who appreciates my talents more than Madame Desboutin.

- Yes, she is the woman I want. - Have you tried it?

But of course?

Here she is.

What on earth are you doing with that suitcase?

The Lieutenanfs uniform needs darning. I want you to work immediately.

- But yesterday you said... - Yesterday is ancient history.

The Lieutenant asked for you specifically.

And as of today, you've been promoted. You will work in the shop.

A bit of a tear, just here on the pocket.

- Stand still. - Sorry!

- Hmm, you know, I'm a very lucky man. - Why?

Because you chose last night to come to the cafe'.

- You remembered me though, didn't you? - Did I?

Sorry!

- Sorry, I didn't mean to... - You're forgiven.

- There. Good as new. - Thank you.

By the way, that was a cut, not a tear.

If I didn't know better, I would say you did it on purpose.

You don't miss a thing, do you, Gabrielle? Or should I call you Coco?

As you wish.

Wait! I must see you again.

It's impossible.

I work all day long, and Madame Desboutin never lets us go out.

- On! - Mademoiselle Chanel.

- Thank you. Good bye. - Au revoir.

Did you receive my flowers?

- Did you receive my flowers? - Yes! Yes! But please...

- What? - Dun't send anymore.

Then I will send you afresh bouquet every day. You see, not a minute passes that...l don't think of you.

- I don't believe you. - Do you want me to swear it to you?

Please!

I have... I have to go, I...

Ever since that night at the cafe, Madame Desboutin keeps a strict eye on me.

Oh!

- Haven't you ever kissed a man before? - Many. Don't you believe me?

I believe you. I will be waiting for you here tomorrow night.

- I can't promise anything. - I will be here all the same.

What would your sweetheart say if she saw us here together?

- My what? - The Stradivarius.

You're referring to Emilienne D'Alencon, aren't you? Actually there is nothing between us.

Hasn't been for years.

I have a few days leave, so... would you like to come to my country house in Royallieu?

- You and I?Alone? - My family will be there.

Please say yes, Coco.

- I'm worried. - About what?

- About meeting your mother. - Don't worry. She will adore you.

Here we are. This is Royallieu.

My horses. The love of my life. Besides you, my baby honey.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Balsan. - Good afternoon, Galardonne.

- Is the guest room prepared? - As you requested, the red room.

Galardonne will show you to your room, so please come down when you're ready.

I'm going to see my horses.

This way.

How beautiful!

Dinner is served, Sir.

- If you please. - Just you and me?

Well, my family will not bejoining us, Coco. I'm afraid I was not entirely honest with you.

- So, this was all a trap... - Forgive me.

- You have lied to me. - People do crazy things when they're in love.

Please!

Well, you have a beautiful house... the horses, the servants... All very impressive.

But I would have preferred sincerity. Take me home.

Please, Coco. Can't I persuade you to stay?

Alright, you want the truth?

Soon I will leave the army.

So, I will be moving back here to my beautiful house, my servants, my horses... and so what?

I will be here all alone.

But right now my feelings for you could last forever. So if you want to leave now,

eventually I will forget you, as you will me. Is that what you want? Because I don't.

Neither do you.

Coco!

He's asked me to live with him in his castle.

Do you know what this means? It means throwing away all you have got here.

Not only your job. But your respectability too.

It's my life, Adrienne. This is what I want to do, I can't live without him.

Haven't you two got anything better to do than chat all day?

Well! Let's try this one. It will be big for a skin!

- Madame, I need to tell you... - Yes?

- I've decided to leave. - Leave? To do what?

I'm going away.

Don't tell me you fell for the cheap flattery of that officer. ..

Do you know how many girls like you ended up in the gutter?

- If you leave here, don't expect to come back. - I doubt I'll have any regrets.

I wont hold my breath waiting for the wedding invitation!

Shut up, you!

When you come to live with me, you'll see. He's the most handsome man I've ever seen.

- He lives in a castle... - Gabrielle, how are you?

Oh, very well. Thank you, Sister

He has servants... horses... and a forest for hunting.

- When can I come? - Very soon, Julia.

I promise I'll come back for you as soon as I can.

Welcome to your new home, my love.

I've missed you so much.

Aldo, the doors, please!

For me?

It's beautiful!

Are you happy to be here?

I'm happy to be with you.

We'll have some friends with us tonight. Everyone is dying to meet you.

You are here? Let me introduce you to everybody.

So... that's Antoine, he breeds horses too. This is Coco.

- Welcome. - That's enough!

That's Marcel... Be careful. He's a dedicated gambler.

Francine here pays for his vices, which is why they are still together.

Right?

- Shall we? - Mademoiselle, Shall we?

- Oh, yes. Absolutely! - If you please...

At last. Nice to meet you.

They're getting younger every time, Etienne...

Don't be jealous, dear. You've had your day.

They are harmless. Raised just for fun, you know.

Cum e!

All anybody in Paris talks about is Clemenceau... and his government being defeated in the house.

Please, who cares about politics? I don't.

Yet you know every detail and statistic about every horse that runs at Lungcham ps.

Georges Clemenceau will be back.

Such a boring man, darling. Could we please talk about something else?

If you insist.

Exquisite Etienne! Tambar from Paris.

Look at her.

It doesn't take much to entertain your friends, if my not knowing which fork to use makes them laugh...

Wait until they see me try to navigate the knives.

Etienne!

Come down! Don't miss the best pan of the day!

- You alright? - Yes.

So, you put the leg here. This one.

Yes! Oh, nice!

Sorry!

Take the hand off the reins, and put two fingers on the neck.

- You ready? - Ah-ah!

- Are we going? - Yes, lam.

Yeah! Here we are. 'lick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack...

Tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack.

Yeah, arch your back.

Yeah, you got it! Perfect.

Come! Come!

Alright!

Alright, you're great!

- Who do those belong to? - To the gentleman upstairs, Madame.

You're a bloody menace! They should lock you up!

I've broken a few rules in my life, but never been to jail, I'm pleased to say.

And my crime... is?

You scared the living daylights out of my horse! I could have broken my neck!

Oh, I'm sorry! I'm terribly sorry, I didn't notice you.

In future, I will try to drive more carefully. But I can't promise.

I seem to get a bit carried away.

I never realized that Balsan had a library. Can his guests read?

- Excluding the racing form, of course... - And who are you to criticize?

I don't believe I said anything offensive. Only the truth.

Oh, you're here at last!

Coco, have you been properly introduced to my best friend?

This... is Boy Capel. Polo champion and a business tycoon in his spare time.

A violent barbarian, like all Englishmen. But I see you two have already met...

- Yes. We're already good friends. - What happened to you?

Nothing.

Women!

- So tell me... - How long have you known him?

Since university in England. He used to be obsessed with horses too, you know?

Now he's the only friend of mine... that actually likes to work.

What exactly does he do?

He inherited a struggling mining business from his grandfather.

And now he's busy making it into an empire.

You're exquisite...

- He's a strange man. - He's a complicated one.

There are some things he never talks about. His mother, for example.

- What is it? - Open it.

You shuuldn't have.

Waiting for you.

Good evening.

Bun soir.

- Oh, my dear, you look divine! - Oh, thank you!

Oh, Coco, you're here. Surely you remember Emilienne D'Alencon...

- The little songbird. Are you still singing? - Only duets with Etienne.

Etienne!

My pearls! I've never seen it worn that way round before.

Be careful with the clasp. It can come undone.

It was mine once. For awhile...

Ladies talk.

Grazie mille, Mario! Grazie! And now, ladies and gentlemen... the real tangueros!

Don't worry. It's not actually my necklace. Etienne loans it to the girl of the moment.

'When my turn was oven. .. I gave it back. I was so young and so naive in those days.

Do you tango? Coco?

I learnt in Buenos Aires from some real old tangueros.

It's easy. Just follow me.

What a naughty girl you are. Did you really need to tell her about the pearls?

Why not? Does she really mean that much to you?

You're not thinking of marrying her, are you?

What do you think?

- And... Oops! No, don't do that please! - Oh! Sc...

Now it's okay, but please...

I think it's for me. Hmm?

- What happened? - Get out. Get out!

- It's not what you think. - You invited her here without telling me!

She came with Alec Carter, he's a jockey. I'm as surprised as you are darling.

This is hardly the first time you have lied to me.

Coco!

I'm the first man who managed to get rid of her, before she spent all she has.

- It's ancient history. - I don't believe you!

It's up to you.

If there is one thing I can't stand in a woman... it's jealousy.

Good night!

I've already found eight.

I don't think we'll give them back to Etienne... It will serve him right.

We are only a game for him.

The trick is to gain the most from men... until they're tired of us.

- I found another one. - It's not a game.

- Because I'm not like... - You're not like what?

Not like me?

Aren't you a kept woman who depends on a man for everything?

This is different. I love him and he loves me.

But he won't marry you. I'm telling you this for your own good.

I found another one. In this world, men make the rules.

We women much rely on our looks and charm for pleasing our men.

Looks fade.

I suggest you take advantage while it lasts. Like I did.

I've been a dancer,. .. I've been an artist's model and now I call the King of Belgium, Leo.

I didn't have to be a dancer or a model. When I had nowhere to go, I found a job.

If I have allowed myself to be supported by Etienne, it's not for his money.

And when he leaves you?

If that were to happen,. .. I'd survive. I've been left before.

- What did Etienne tell you about us? - That he tired of you.

Etienne is a liar. As you will have noticed.

I was the one who left him.

But I could always change my mind and take him back.

- I don't think so. - Maybe. But don't underestimate me.

Come! Come!

Surely our trophy winner deserves something better than a bit of old carrot.

Go on, gin! Go on, go! Have fun!

Maggie! Come back!

- You made her very happy. - Dark moods are forbidden here at Royallieu.

You don't seem to like much around here, do you?

No!

Everything is perfect here, a cosseted wand. But after a few days, I can't wait to get away.

- In fact, I'm leaving. - And where are you going?

Back to the problems and challenges of the real world.

Work is my passion, I couldn't live without it.

I envy you.

And you, Coco? Don't you have a passion?

- Bun jour, Madame. - Gabrielle!

- Coco. I'm used to that now. - Look at you.

Listen, I'm here as a customer.

I'd like to buy some fabric to make myself some clothes.

Of course, Madam e.

- There. - Thank you.

- How's the life at Royallieu? - Good.

- And how's it going with your Baron? - We meet every Sunday.

I look like a piece of birthday cake! I don't like it!

But... it's the latest coluurfrom Paris!

Oh! HO-ho!

How are you, Chanel? Mademoiselle Chanel.

So you're back! I need your advice. How could this horrid dress be improved?

- Try this one. - But that's Marquis of SainfEuverfs morning govm!

Try it on.

It just needs to be opened along the neckline, a belt and some white satin gloves.

- She will look like an... up-market undertaker. - Be quiet!

Did you see what I did? I love doing that. And I'm good at it. Maybe that's what I should do.

- What? - Fashion. I could start with hats.

I don't want to become another Emilienne D'Alencon... I wasn't born for that.

- Good bye, my darling. - Good bye.

- Say hello to your Baron. - And the same to Etienne.

Bye!

You're late. They've all gone hunting.

- Your trousers. Take them off. - What?

- How many years has it been, Etienne? - Many.

- I was happy with you. - Yeah!

- We knew how to enjoy ourselves. - You left me, for a richer man, remember?

I made a mistake. But I wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

The night at your party...

I looked at you and I thought: “Maybe I can make amends...”

Good Lord! You can see her legs!

Oh, God! Even women have them! What a surprise!

I could never do anything like that.

- You really shocked everyone today. - Even you?

- I must admit I was at a loss for words at first. - And then...?

I'm in love with you for many reasons.

But probably the most important is... with you, I never get bored.

- My love for you is above temptation. - What temptation?

Hmm, there are many.

But the fact that... I overcome them, proves my love for you.

My dearest Julia, happy birthday. I'm sending you a dress and a hat...

that I made especially for you,

and ajar of my chestnut jam. I hope you like it?

Over a year has passed since I arrived here at Royallieu, and I can't wait to embrace you.

I am pleased to hear how happy you are at the convent. I started making hats a few months ago...

and hope to be able to sell them. It's just a dream at the moment though...

Coco!

Coco!

- What on earth... are you wearing on your head? - My own creation. Don't you like it?

Yes I like it, but, Coco, real ladies don't wear straw hats at Polo.

Polo is more formal, elegant, I don't know, everything!

- But I'm not a real lady, or hadn't you noticed? - Actually I had.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Good day, Sir!

And was the princess carrying“?

Ah, Balsan!

Coco!

Oh!

- Still Etienne's little shadow... - Don't worry. I will be right back.

And you? I don't see the King of Belgium with you.

I'm perfectly fine by myself, thank you.

- What beautiful pearls. Haven't I seen them before? - You have Etienne, I have his pearls.

Whds that extravagant man with the fat belly?

It's Paul Poiret, a fashion designer. And he's looking at you.

Brace yourself.

What are you... wearing on your head, Madame?

- A straw hat. ls something wrong? - No...

Can't you recognize a hat, without a bird's nest on top?

Obviously, some women like their hats this way.

Allow Paul Poiret to determine... what a woman wants to wear.

You may know what you want them to wear. But are you sure that's the same thing?

I don't see many women here that share your idea... nor your taste.

- Excuse me. - Yeah!

My mistress, the Princess Charlotte, would like to know where you purchase your hat.

Maison Chanel. Hats and dresses. Paris.

Hmm!

You put Poiret in his place. Bravo!

Who knows? Maybe one day it might come true.

Why not?

You could start by making me a hat like yours. I once told you not to underestimate me.

Instead... I've underestimated you. Men don't deserve us, Coco.

- Two pearls like ourselves. - If you please.

Oh!Hmm!

Oh!

- Coco! - Etienne!

- Hi! - How nice to see you both.

Did you teach her to play?

It's one of the many things I've learned at Royallieu.

- A package has arrived from Paris for you. - Oh! Finally!

What is this?

You'll see.

Thank you, Galardonne.

That's just the way Coco is, you know?

She likes to shock people. The hair, the clothes, the ideas...

- Thank you. - Surely that's the attraction.

Well, there is a time and a place, don't you think?

- She's a free spirit. - Oh, yeah!

She's clever. She's pretty and she doesn't cry.

Paramount considerations for a successful relationship.

And, what happened to understanding, appreciation, respect?

They're important, but... sometimes boring, dunt you think?

You take wom en too seriously, Buy.

If I ask you a question, will you tell me the truth?

It depends.

Are you getting tired... of Coco?

No, please... don't stop.

- You can turn a straw hat into a verse of poetry. - Please...

You have a God given talent, Coco.

- Are you making fun of me? - I'm deadly serious.

And you play Polo like your life depends on it. I was scared for you.

Next time I promise I'll be more careful, just for you.

I remember what Etienne said about you: “Violent and barbarian, like all Englishmen.”

I don't even feel particularly English. I'm certainly not keen on them. Nor they on me.

Are you feeling more welcome here in France?

Not really.

I'm a man without a real home. Neither English, nor French.

A home... Yes!

My mother was Jewish.

She was studying to become an opera singer.

But my father interrupted her career and demanded she forget her dreams.

He left her before I was born.

Etienne once told me that you never speak about your mother.

Yes. That's true.

But today here with you, something pushed me to do so.

Coco?

Oh, Adrienne!

How nice to see you.

Thank you for inviting us.

I can't wait any longer to tell you. Maurice has proposed to me.

Oh, really? I'm so happy for you both! When's the big event?

His parents are still strongly opposed. They told him I don't have the, proper breeding.

- Well, they are wrong. - However, I have persuaded him not to be hasty.

I still suspect that Madame Desboutin will receive your wedding invitation before she does mine.

- Do you still love Etienne? - Of course. Why do you ask?

When I arrived, you were with that man.

Once she's over... she runs like a queen.

You had a look in your eye... ls there something between you, Coco?

- Don't be ridiculous. Buys Etienne's best friend. - So?

I have everything I could ever want with Etienne.

Oh, a letter for me. From Emilienne.

Princess Charlotte has asked her for the address of Maison Chanel in Paris.

Great! Looks like you made quite an impression.

Yes! Wouldn't that be... something? A shop in Paris?

Are you serious?

Yeah, you should give it a try. What have you got to louse?

- Come on, Buy. Don't encourage her. - I could come and help you!

- And we could start with hats! - What a team you would make.

Unstoppable!

- Etienne, didn't you have an apartment in Paris? - Hmm! Yeah!

An apartment would be great to start with.

Well, .. we'll think about it.

I'll do it.

Would you like to dance? Please come!

Break! Break! Break!

Damm!

- Just 'cause you're a bloody lousy teacher! - You need to listen in order to learn.

- Oh, Yeah?! Says who?! - Can I try?

- Well, .. if I wasn't able to do it, I rather doubt... - Maybe she's a better student.

Well see. One of us needs to be able to drive, Etienne.

Looking forward to the show. Jimmy, bring my cigarettes!

- Alright, now put your foot on the accelerator. - Hmm.

- So... first gear... - Yes. Yes.

- Slowly back, and he is on the first gear. - Ah-ah!

Yes, yes, that's... that's right, that's there.

- Slowly, slowly, tum slowly... - Etienne, come with us!

It's not for me! I prefer my horses!

- Please, come! - Come!

No, you go ahead!

- Bye! - Hey! Hey!

SI owl y, sl owl y!

That's it! That's it!

That's easy! Perfect! Yeah!

Slow down! Slow down! Slow down!

Are you hurt?

No! No!

- Oh! I'm so sorry. - It's just a thing.

It can be fixed... or replaced. It's worth it for the pleasure of being with you.

- We'd better go back, it's going to rain. - Wait a second.

Cum e!

Wait! Wait a second!

Let's go.

Rain in the country is so depressing.

Just as depressing in the city, darling.

- Even in Paris? Hmm! - Especially in Paris.

Check mate.

Buy, where is your English education?

I mean, this is my house. Sometimes... I'm supposed to win.

Do you ever louse at anything?

The hardest pan is trying to look like I'm not trying hard.

Sure.

There is electricity in the air tonight, I can feel it.

Boyd?

Cuccl?

Yes?

Where are you?

Is everything all right Sir?

Yes! Just fine Galardonne.

- Oh, I bought tickets for Argentina. - When are you going to Argentina?

Not me, darling, us.

Wouldn't you like to see Buenos Aires? I mean, real tangueros, you know?

- You never mentioned anything about it. - Because I just decided. I likejust deciding.

- And when are we leaving? - You can start packing your bags.

- Hadn't you talked about another plan? - What?

- The shop in Paris. - Shop in Paris?

Yes.

How beautiful!

Sorry, I completely forgot about that.

- How could you forget? - I thought it was a good plan.

We can do that later, can't we?

Anyway, is selling hats much of a business? Right?

V\Ath Coeds talent, it could become one.

Why should she ever have to work if she doesn't need to?

I do need to. I don't know doing something to express myself.

- I'm with Coco on this one. - But what you do, Buy, is important business.

Coco... Coco is talking about hat-making.

Got you!

You will love Argentina, darling. Pan's can wait.

Look at me.

- So, you want to take her away... - She needs a change of scene.

- It's not what she wants. - How would you know what she wants?

You aren't remotely interested in who she is. She has dreams. Don't deny her them.

- You speak as if you know her mind. - And you speak as if you don't.

It just seems a pity that you make her waste her intelligence talking about horses and hunting, day and night.

Thank you.

But tedious as I must be, she still seems to be with me.

How long do you intend to be with her? I thought you were tired of her anyway.

Is that what you want, Buy?

You're only taking an interest in her again, since she started to drift away from you.

Buy!

You've always been my best friend, so I can tell you,

I've decided to marry her.

Yeah! I intend to introduce her to my family.

Me married?

Who would have thought it? Hmm? Be happy.

I think it's best that he's gone. Thank you, Albert.

- I'm just surprised he's left without saying goodbye. - Coco!

I really... I really want to apologize...

to say how sorry I am, you know, for... for the things I said... in the heat of the moment.

I... I felt threatened. I felt like I was loosing you.

Now I realize that... nothing else matters but us, you know.

Your work, the shop in Paris... the apartment, I... I really want you to be happy.

You're the love of my life.

I'm almost dune.

Monsieur Etienne says that he'll be up to see you as soon as he's finished his dinner.

After his dinner? I don't understand.

Madame Balsan is tired... and prefers to dine alone with her family.

And so how lung should I stay lucked up in my room?

Why don't you want to face reality?

You are not the kind ofgifl to be introduced to his mother.

What?

- Aren't you going to introduce me, Etienne? - I was just coming up for you.

- I saved you the trouble. - Would you excuse us, mother?

Your mother was tired, huh? Spare me the lies, Etienne.

- Galardonne has already made your position clear. - Let me explain.

You didn't even have the courage to tell me that I wasn't invited!

I didn't have the time.

- My mother kept me talking. - About what?!

The date of our wedding? Whether or not I could dress in white?

You're right. You're right. Maybe I...

maybe I handled this badly, but you have to admit one thing...

- I'm listening... - I never said I would marry you.

- Yes you did. - Oh, yes? When?!

I heard you tell Buy.

Because I... I... I was jealous. I was afraid of losing you!

So... Galardonne was right.

I'm just... here for your pleasure. I'm not fit for marriage.

Seriously...

What would change between us if I did marry you?

Seri cu sly?

I... I can't believe you are asking me this.

Do you have any idea of what commitment means?

Coco, I wanted you to live here with me... and I still do... Nothing has changed.

- Today you say that but what about tomorrow? - You want some guarantees...

This is not a business deal! Next you'll be offering me money!

So what do you want?

I want to leave.

This... this place was like a dream. But tonight I opened my eyes.

So, now you're doing to me... what you were afraid I would do to you, right?

As you once said, Etienne: “Eventually, I'll forget you... as you will me”.

It's so sad!

It's so very, very, sad.

- You rem ember, Adrienne? - Yes.

And then... I had to start all over again.

It's amazing the cares one looses when one decides not to be something, but someone.

I don't know how you found the strength.

Strength is built by one's failures, not by one's... successes.

I was strong from swimming upstream against the current.

What is this you're wearing? Stand up.

Oh! Please! Oh, my God...

What is this you are wearing?

How can your brain function properly when you're wearing that?

I'm going to a cocktail party. Don't you like it?

It's atrocious. Absolutely atrocious.

You know, you may have a date with destiny night, but tonight, my dear,

and you must be prepared to be dressed as pretty as possible.

Turn around.

Oh! You can't even move in this armour.

Designers these days have forgotten that real women are inside these clothes.

What am I going to do to salvage this monstrosity? The top has to go.

A few subtle adjustments. You know, to be irreplaceable, you have to be different.

So...

Perfect!

Very good! Now... the skirt will have to go.

I built my designs... in response to my needs.

But the cocktail party?

You will go... when you are dressed in a style that befits my beautiful niece.

- Yes, Mademoiselle? - Yes, please, take the curtain down, please.

The still new one, the inside filming one. Take it down.

Now...

a woman's body is what defines the shape of the dress.

Particularly, when ifs as beautiful as yours.

The poetry of fashion lies in the creation of illusion, you see?

A woman can be overdressed, but never over-elegant.

Now...

- But... this material is for curtains. - Yeah! Yeah!

The material is not what matters. What matters... isthe vision.

Now...

AdurnmenL... what a science.

Beauty... what a weapon.

So, fashion is at once both caterpillar by day... and butterfly by night.

Dresses should both crawl... and fly. Put this on, please.

A butterfly does not go to market and a caterpillar does not go to a party.

Ah! Beautiful! What do you think?

- Us. .. - It's Chanel.

And... a woman wearing the wrong perfume... has no future.

Go.

I suppose it was your idea to have her come here dressed in one of my enemies gowns...

- Coco, how could you even think such a thing? - It was a very good idea.

Afailed innovation is painful. A revival of it is sinister.

Paris! To the two of us.