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If you had to choose three words to express your grief,
what would they be?
Confusion…
Anger…
Disbelief-- not disbelief.
Astonishment.
So, anger, confusion…
Fury.
Fury.
Turmoil. Stupefaction.
Trauma. Anger.
And total fucking astonishment.
And, Amandine?
I don't have three words because there is none.
There are no words.
Exactly.
There's-- there's no words.
Absolutely none.
"I want to cum on your face."
"2". Like the number two.
Like he's in such a hurry.
So that's Paul. What about this other guy?
Dave.
What kind of stupid name is that?
Dave Burrow. He's the Head of Accounts for an events company.
As part of his rehab after a skiing accident,
Dave enrolled in "Caramelo's All Star Salsa Fridays in Tufnell Park”.
- That's where they met. - I remember that.
I remember Amandine told Lue she'd taken up Salsa.
Dave's engaged to Wendy
which means Dave is keen to enter a Gentleman's Agreement.
Namely, I won't tell Wendy that he's been fucking my wife
and he in turn will stop fucking said wife.
And then, leave London, get a new job,
where him and Wendy will be free to live happily ever after.
- So that's Dave.
What about this Paul clown?
No idea.
You've no idea who he is?
None.
So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna confront Amandine?
Not yet.
Not until I know everything.
I've got to know more, and then I'm gonna do something, I tell ya.
Honestly, Jeff…
I dunno what I'm gonna do but I'm gonna…
I can't…
I can't see the bottom on this.
I can't see the sides.
- I'm a bit fucking all over the… - It's all right mate, come on.
Fucking hell.
- All right, mate. - It's just for a few days, you know?
I just feel like I need someone to talk to.
- Listen, mate, I can clear everything. - Thank you.
All right? I can stay as long as you need.
There's something else I need you to do.
What's that?
That's her phone.
- What? - Find him.
I need you to find Paul.
Like there's, there's things in there that I can't access.
Folders that I can't open.
- No, Jamie… - All right, I need you to crack it.
- Jamie… - You can. I can't, all right?
Jeff. Please.
My wife has been fucking not one, but two other people.
- Jamie… - Her password is "LORCA69”.
- Jame! - All caps, all right?
I need your help here Jeff, okay?
I feel like I'm fucking drowning, mate.
- Hey, pumpkin! - Hey, Dad! Hi, Uncle Jeff!
Hey, Greta, did you have a good day at school?
- Yes, thanks! - Do you want to hop in?
In you get.
Uncle Jeff's gonna stay with us for a couple of nights.
Where's he gonna sleep?
In the spare room.
You mean the baby's room?
Mrs Wilson!
- Hey, Mr Lewis. - You saw him, I take it?
- Saw who? - Stag. Up the woods.
Shot in the lung and left for dead.
Thought you may of. Out with the dogs an' all.
- I didn't see anything. - Yeah.
You see anybody strange about, you give me a text.
Will do.
Best be off.
Amandine said you are going to grief therapy.
There are seven stages.
Denial. Guilt. Anger.
Bargaining. Depression.
Reconstruction. Acceptance.
Transcendence.
- That's eight. - They've got leaflets.
They haven't got one to tell you what to do
if you don't know if it was your baby or…
- "LORCA69". - All caps.
I was looking forward to being a big sister.
I know you were.
We're still a family, aren't we?
Hey, hey, of course we are, all right?
Look at me. Of course we are.
Of course we are.
- Will Mum be all right?
I can't find my phone.
That's weird. Have you looked down the side of the sofa?
Ah, yeah, I've looked everywhere.
It'll show up, I'm sure.
I'm late. Bye!
- See ya! Bye! - Bye!
Good morning.
Check on!
One Salmon, one beef,
one ceviche, one lobster, one mash, one chip.
How long for this sea bass, Nelly?
Two minutes, Chef!
Garnish, Chris!
Sleek.
Bevelled.
Shiny?
Freedom.
Cordless.
Right, I haven't got any fucking spoons!
Where's the spoons?! I can't do it if I haven't got a spoon, can I?!
- This is, all right, Chef. - All right, what am I gonna do?
- There you go. - Thank you! Jesus!
Now, one word to describe it's appearance.
It doesn't have to be literal, it can be whatever comes to mind.
What does it make you feel?
- Quality? - Balance.
- Ease. - Power.
Is this seasoned, Nelly?
- Yes, Chef! - One hundred percent?
- A hundred percent! - Okay.
If I've done breakfast for the kids,
I could just go round after,
with the crumbs, and it would be simple I suppose.
Just clean up after them.
When you've been to the beach, for sand.
Or the dog basket. For dog hair.
Sucking…
Handy.
Plastic.
Last year for his birthday,
I bought Sotiris a tennis racquet and it was exactly this colour.
- Excuse me.
You open in five days' time.
This is your first solo restaurant.
How are you feeling? You nervous?
Er, honestly, absolutely crapping myself!
I am, really.
What would it mean to you to get a Michelin star?
Oh, look. I'm a cook.
You know? I love to cook.
I loved it before I ever knew there was such a thing as stars and…
it's a chance for me,
an opportunity to take everything I've learned
up to this point and-- and just say this is it, you know?
This is-- this is who I am.
This is me.
So, Amandine.
Where does the name come from?
That's my wife's name. She's… she's French.
So you named it after her?
I just said I did.
- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.
I haven't had a huge amount of sleep. I'm so sorry.
Don't worry about it.
I…
Rude. Moody.
Remember, "arsehole's" got an "E" in it…
two "E"s actually.
I really am…
In three words, what would you say Amandine means to you?
- Three words?
Amandine is-- here!
Oh, my God. Hey.
Erm, what are you--
Er, I told you. I lost my phone.
Right. Yes.
Erm, sorry, er, this is Amandine.
- Amandine-- - Jamie, may I speak with you?
Yeah.
Thanks.
The therapist said no big moves.
- Look, if you're worried about money… - I'm not worried about money. I'm not--
I mean I am, of course, I'm not gonna…
but I just-- what are you gonna do?
I'm going to do what you do.
You're gonna become a chef?
No. Find my passion!
You found yours.
I need to find mine.
I need to do this, Jamie.
I absolutely totally fucking need to do this,
or I'm going to go crazy.
All my life I believed in one thing.
One thing really worth having.
And if you lose it, then you've lost everything.
I've lost it.
And I need to get it back.
What?
The Magic.
Fuck it. It was a bullshit job.
Fuck it.
Thanks. Thanks.
You got it.
Oh, sweet music.
That's good. That's good.
- Hey, babe! - Hey, what's going on?
Hey! You must be Jamie.
This is Dan, he's my new teacher.
Dan says my violin is amazing!
Oh, my God.
So this bad boy here
is a Ludovico Rastelli, Circa 1870 from Genoa.
It's… it's balanced, it's muscular.
- Incredible. - Play something!
Play what you played me.
Okay, okay.
Oh!
You should get this valued and insured.
It's-- it's worth more than my car!
No?! Isn't that unbelievable?
It's totally unbelievable.
Good afternoon, Mrs Geddis.
You all right there?
I'm returning this.
Oh, great.
Is-- Is there a problem?
- It's impossible! - Oh, no. Oh, no.
Oh, no. Oh, no. It's all right, don't worry.
Oh, no, it's all right. It's all right.
Bye.
So what's happening with you? What's news?
Well, no, nothing to report.
And how's Jeff?
He's in London.
What did you get him for his birthday?
Oh, fuck, fuck!
Oh, fuck.
Hi Lue, it's me, just checking in, see how you're doing.
See how the monkeys are.
Call me back when you get a mo.
Love you. Bye.
Coco Chanel was born in 1883
in the poor house in Saumur, a market town on the River Loire…
She would rise to become arguably
the most influential fashion designer of all time revolutionising…
During her six years at Aubersin, Chanel found employment as a seamstress…
In 1918, Chanel purchased the building at 31 rue Cambon
in one of the most fashionable districts…
In 1921, she opened an early incarnation of a fashion boutique…
Young French ex- cavalry officer
and textile heir Etienne Balsan.
At the age of 23, Chanel became Balsan's mistress…
Her wedding dress was composed of an elaborately gored
and top stitched bodice and skirts,
with a detachable train applique and cream velvet flowers…
With over 3,000 mother of pearl sequins,
Coco's dress was beyond breath taking,
it was a sensation.
Sorrel Ravioli,
- Skye Scallops…
…roast veal sweetbread, quince, walnuts,
smoked duck.
Mains…
Yo! Jamie, whassup?
Hey.
How's she getting on? Good?
Ammy? Good. Real good.
- I mean, it's early days… - Sorry, stop.
Who's Ammy?
- Amandine. - Right. But you said Ammy.
- No, I didn't. - Yes, you did.
- No, I didn't. - Yes, you did.
- I didn't. - Yes, you…
What the f… fucking hell!
- Ah, what, it's jus… - Were you gonna punch me?!
- No. - Yeah, well, it kinda looked like it!
I-- I was punching the fridge.
Why?!
I…
I fucking bit under-- the kinda-- I'm fucking under quite a lot of pressure.
So 'cause I was punching the fridge 'cause of food.
'Cause it signifies food so…
Okay, all right.
Well, just, erm, just a bit of a warning next time.
Will do. Will do.
So, you're gonna get a Michelin award?
A what?
- Michelin. - Star. Michelin star.
- We don't call it an award. - It's a star.
I would like to get one. I doubt I will. Who told you that?
Ammy.
Uh…
What's up?
Erm, just getting a glass of water and…
Well, I think I nailed the C to the D.
- What!? - Come, listen!
Ahh! Let's listen!
Jamie, laters.
Laters.
Fucking hell.
Mains…
Happy Birthday, Amandine!
Happy birthday, Amandine!
Here we go! Oh!
Max, Max, Max, take this, take this.
Ammy, get in! Amandine!
Budge up, budge up, budge up! Okay, ready?
Ready, ready, ready, okay here we go!
So I got it valued.
- What? - Well, the violin.
- When? - This afternoon.
- We went to this place. - We?
- Me and Dan. - You went with Dan?
Guess how much it was?
- No idea. - Guess.
- I wouldn't even know where to start. - Guess!
- Five grand. - Cold.
- Ten grand. - Stone cold.
- Twenty grand. - Warmer.
Just tell me.
Sixty or seventy thousand!
Oh, my-- that's incredible!
It's fucking insane!
You know Dan says that there are only a couple hundred of them
left in the world.
- Did he really? - Yeah.
- We should get it insured. - Yeah…
we should.
Dan has a concert tomorrow night
at the Queen Elizabeth Hall.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, he's the lead violinist.
They call the lead V the Concertmaster, so Dan's the Concertmaster.
- Do you want to go? - Yeah, I'd love to.
It's only a couple of hours.
It'll be good for you to get away for a while.
Okay, great.
Hey. Hey, come round the back.
- Briggsy, you finish up prep for me. - Yep.
- Hey. - Hey.
- How's it going? Good. - Good.
- What is it? - It's a video. It's not good.
- Play it. - Jamie, you don't wanna see it.
- Play it. - Are you sure?
Yes, play it. Play it now. .
Where do you want me?
Where do you want me?
- Thanks.
- Thanks a lot.
Jame.
Er, Vogue, Vani Fair
and The Times all confirmed for opening night.
Thank you.
So, that's Paul?
No.
That's Jason.
Jason Burke. Commercials director.
They met at a marketing conference in Edinburgh.
They were staying in the same hotel.
So not Paul.
Or Dave.
Jason.
Is his number in there?
- Yes. - Call him.
- I can't. - Call him now. Yes, you can.
- Jamie. - Yes, you can.
- I can't call him! - Yes, you fucking can. Why not?!
He was on the A305 near Stonehenge.
Taking a selfie with the henge in the background,
when he hit an Ocado van coming the other way.
He was in the Wiltshire Gazette and Herald.
Good.
I hope he broke every bone in his body.
No, I don't.
I hope-- I hope he got decapitated and his head came off
and it took them weeks to find it.
I hope they didn't find it.
I hope it's still out there rotting with a family of rats and…
Take that back to Devon and rip it apart.
I need to know everything, I need to know if it's five,
seven, twelve, all right?
I've gotta know everything, all right?
Jamie, you…
You forgot your clog.
You're all right, mate.
Jamie?
Even as a lowly seamstress, Coco's needlework singled her out.
The split stitch, stem stitch, satin stitch, the French hem.
Coco swiftly mastered them all.
It was this attention to detail to every seam, hem, darn, or embroidery
that'd set her on the path to greatness, to genius,
not just of her age, but for all time.
Ah!
- Congratulations.
- Well done! - Really fantastic, loved it.
- Love it. - Shall we, er, grab a drink?
- We'd love to! - We'd love to
but we've got the babysitter, so…
Er, well why don't you go back, I'll get a drink with Danny,
meet you at home?
Laters, J- Dog!
It's beautiful.
- Oh, thank you. - That was crazy!
I don't even understand how you play like that!
- How was it? - Yeah.
It was amazing.
Lue?
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