All language subtitles for The.New.Look.S01E04.1080p.WEB-DLRip.ViruseProject

[crowd cheering]

[cork pops]

[Coco] A toast.

To Paris!

Free once again!

May our city witness no more
sorrow, harbor no more enemies...

And hear no more fucking German.

- [laughs] Darling.
- You started without me.

We knew if we popped champagne,
you'd appear. And here you are!

[chuckles] You're stunning.
And your hair, I love it.

Oh, the director asked me to grow it out.

[mutters] It's perfect for the role.

I want you to meet my nephew André.

André. [Chuckles]

Oh, my goodness. Mademoiselle.

Coco has spoken of how you survived
the horrors of that German prison.

You're a hero.

- Look, he's blushing.
- [Arletty, Coco chuckle]

And this is his brilliant friend from
their Cambridge days, Oscar Davies.

My mum would die for an autograph.

Oscar and I have, uh, seen Hôtel du Nord
more times than I would like to admit.

- [Oscar chuckles]
- You never said he was so handsome.

Mm-hmm. Hey, don't even think about it.

- He's all mine. [Growls]
- [chuckles]

Besides, don't you have
a German boyfriend?

You dated a German?

Boys, never forget.

My heart is French, but
my ass is international.

[laughs]

[Arletty] Enough chitchat.

André, be a dear and show me how a
real war hero commands the dance floor.

- [gunshots]
- [screaming]

Get down.

I heard de Gaulle was going to celebrate
with fireworks, but this is a bit much.

Ignorant bullets fired by drunken men.

- You think we're safe?
- Of course we are!

The rich and sexy
always come out on top!

Come on, more champagne!

I see you, my children.

All of you are my children tonight.

In this house.

In this room.

We are left dreaming after the war.

After so much death and destruction.

Across the great river of darkness,

the great unknown awaits us all.

And in that void, spirits are calling out.

We have all seen this darkness.

It has consumed our lives.

[Christian] Catherine!

Catherine!

It has consumed our loved ones.

Tonight we will excise this poison.

We will shine a light where there
has been none for too, too long.

We will do this through the tarot.

But who would be the first?

Who would like to begin our
journey across the river?

Me.

- Please.
- [knocking]

[Arletty] Coco, open the door.

[knocking]

- [Coco] Who's that?
- Arletty.

I didn't know where else
to go. You have to help me.

There was a mob of people in front
of my apartment calling my name.

- You have to hide me, Coco.
- [stammers] Was it a nightmare?

No! I was just on my way home,

and they had actual rocks and weapons,
calling for my head to shave it.

Thank God I wasn't there.
You have to hide me, Coco.

I'll make a call. We'll...
We'll get you a room.

They can't possibly get you here.

You don't understand. They're
shooting into apartments.

The FFIs are much worse than
the Germans. They'll kill me.

No, they will do no such thing.

Nazis pressured me for years

to star in their crazy
propaganda movies, and I refused.

I know you did.

I'm no traitor.

I fell in love.

I understand.

Now, Coco, the press are
spreading accusations.

Smearing me as a
horizontal collaborator.

Coco, people need to be
reminded that I was in love.

Love.

I'm not a traitor for just being human.

- [upbeat music playing]
- [chattering, laughing]

[Christian] Catherine!

Catherine!

[song ends]

[people laughing, applauding]

Pardon.

I noticed you didn't have
a reading, Monsieur...

- Uh-huh.
- Monsieur...

[stammers] Dior. Dior.

We are all deserving, Monsieur Dior.

Why do you feel differently?

I just, uh... I have, um, somewhere
that I have to go. That's all.

Pardon. [Clears throat]

Monsieur Dior.

May I ask you a question?

What do you desire most in this world?

What I desire most in
this world, I cannot have.

- [sighs]
- We shall see.

[breathes deeply]

Someone you love is
trapped. [Inhales shakily]

I see a child with you.

[stammers] Do you have a child?

No.

You're holding a child.

An infant.

I don't have a child.

I must go.

[breathes shakily]

If you want to finish another time

you can find me here.

[sighs]

[phone rings]

A pleasant good morning to you.

Oh, I'm afraid it's rather
early for mademoiselle.

She's still, uh, taking her breakfast.

This can't be true.

I thought Arletty was joking
about her German lover.

Don't believe a word of what's written.

How could she be so stupid?
She's a public figure.

We can't trust anyone.

- [Coco's maid] Yes.
- Baron Vaufreland being arrested.

I'm still completely in... in shock at that.

[Coco's maid] Oh, quite... quite clear.

I never guessed how involved
he was with the Nazis.

But I must insist that you wait...

Hello?

Mademoiselle, uh,
some men are coming.

Hmm. I've yet to finish eating, and
I'd like to have a noisette as well.

But they're officers from the
French Forces of the Interior.

They can wait.

- [concierge] Stop!
- [officer] Get out of the way!

Mademoiselle Chanel,

you are under arrest on suspicion
of collaboration with the Nazis.

- [stammers]
- That's a lie.

I'd advise you to speak with...
[stammers] ...General Pierre Reverdy.

He can't possibly have
authorized this intrusion.

The French Forces of the Interior
are not under his command.

We serve Charles de Gaulle.

Do not make a scene.

What scene would I make?

Don't touch her!

Okay. Okay. [Stammers]

Darling, no need for theatrics.

Have a seat. I won't be long. Don't worry.

- [sighs]
- [senior officer] The car is waiting.

[citizens clamoring] Vive
la France! Vive la France!

[citizen 1] Traitors!

- [citizen 2] Get them!
- [speaking French]

[citizen 3] Shame on you!

What in heaven's name
is going on out there?

[citizen 4] Hey, look.
There's another one!

[collaborator whimpering]

- Help me! Help!
- [citizen 4] Come here.

- [screaming]
- Move, move!

[citizens shouting in French]

[citizen 4] This is what you get
for consorting with the enemy.

- Oh, my God.
- [citizen 3] Shame on you! Shame on you!

They are all women.

- Sleeping with the enemy.
- [citizen 2] That's what you get!

[citizens clamoring]

- Traitor!
- [Coco] Oh, my God.

- [sighs]
- Justice for the collaborators.

[thudding]

[children chuckling, speaking in French]

Christian, may I come in?

I have something to show you
that's sure to elevate your spirits

and bring a smile to your face.

Lucien, I'm... I'm really in-in the...

Because of the high
esteem in which I hold you

and the great respect that I
have for you and for your talent,

I want you to be the very first to see this.

And would you join me
at the Couture Council?

We have a bit of convincing to do.

Okay. It's a joke.

No, it's not a joke.

It is the future of French fashion.

Ladies and gentlemen, if
I may have your attention,

I would like to thank you all
for coming here on short notice

and agreeing to hear my proposal.

Each of us will design
a dress in miniature

which will adorn these mannequins
in the place of the actual models.

- You want us to design dresses for dolls?
- [laughing]

I know you're all saying to
yourselves, "Is this absolute madness?"

Since we all know the Nazis
destroyed every inch of fabric,

burning down every
warehouse they could find,

we don't have enough materials for each of
us to produce our individual collections.

At present, there isn't enough
fabric in the whole of France

to ensure the survival of
a single couture house.

These miniature forms
require less fabric,

less accoutrement, less
expense, less everything.

I have booked the main
exhibition hall at Le Louvre.

Sets will be built. Street scenes, salons.

But we only have two
weeks to bring it to life.

If we can work together
and do one show,

we may give ourselves
a chance to survive.

Lucien, people will never go to the
Louvre to see some, uh, silly dolls.

[stammers] But they won't
just be seeing silly dolls.

[chuckles] They will
be seeing themselves,

Paris returning to life, people
walking down the Champs-Élysées.

[stammers] An exhibition of hope.

It is possible.

[shouting in distance] Vive la France!

We are desperate for a solution.

This might help us continue working.

Cocteau and Bérard have graciously
agreed to design the sets for us.

In exchange for a rare
bottle of Armagnac.

It's utterly bizarre, but since
when isn't bizarre glorious?

[stammers] What about
including Mademoiselle Chanel?

- [designers groan]
- Never.

No, no. Listen. She hasn't
designed for so long.

If she makes something,
more people will come.

If she's in, I'm out.

She will not be invited.

This opportunity is for members
only, and she is not one of us.

Why don't you discuss it
amongst yourselves briefly,

and then let's have a vote.

VICTORY

[door opens]

[officer sighs]

State your profession.

I beg your pardon?

[scoffs]

I make dresses and perfume.

Did you close your business
when Paris fell to the Nazis?

Are you married?

You are, aren't you?

I'll give you a bottle of
Chanel No. 5 for your wife.

You can tell her you got it from
Mademoiselle Chanel herself.

She will love you forever.

Answer the question.

Absolutely. I shut my doors. I'd
rather have starved than dress Nazis.

I left Paris to be with my nephew
André and his daughter Gabrielle.

André served in the French army corps,

got captured and was treated
terribly by the Nazis.

- Simply awful.
- But he was released.

Most of those who were sent to
Nazi prison camps never get out.

He was... [stammers] ...lucky, I guess.

- Luck?
- [sighs]

We are under the impression that Baron
Vaufreland had something to do with it.

If he had anything to do with
André's release, that's news to me.

You lived at the Hotel Ritz throughout
the occupation, did you not?

Darling, I lived there before
the war, during the war.

And I still do call it home.

The Ritz was known to be the
social hub of Nazi High Command.

They were not the least
bit social, but tha...

Did you have occasion to meet
with Walter Schellenberg?

No. Not to my knowledge.

He was seen at the
Ritz, where you lived.

I can hardly be accountable for every
person who walks through a hotel lobby.

We have reason to believe you
traveled to Spain at his behest.

And what reason is that?

Mademoiselle, you were seen in Madrid.

Crossing borders was not
possible without Nazi clearance.

Do you have my name on travel
documents? Show them to me.

What are these reasons
other than rumors?

Well, charge me... [sighs] ...or let me go.

- Good day, gentlemen.
- You are not going anywhere.

You do have a telephone, don't you? I'd
like to clear up any confusion here.

Sit down. Now.

I've heard of you FFIs and your tactics.

And I'm certain my good
friend Sir Winston Churchill

will not look kindly upon those
who would deny me my basic rights.

Yes. Sir Winston will know
exactly what to do with you.

And you.

You think I'm bluffing?

[sighs]

She is threatening to bring
your prime minister into this.

I heard.

Is it possible he gets involved?

Unfortunately, yes.

MI6's interrogation of Elsa
Lombardi in Madrid confirmed for us

that, uh, Chanel and Churchill do
in fact know each other quite well.

I don't want Churchill to interfere.

Well, deny her any phone
calls and he won't be able to.

- Sir.
- Hmm?

You're gonna want to hear
what she's saying now.

Really?

That. Not everyone can pull
off a cinched waist with a belt.

Your shape would be better
served with a fuller silhouette.

Trust me.

You know who I am, don't you?

Hmm?

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Yes. Better already.

[sighs] Now, when may I make that call?

[gulps]

[Lucien] Ladies and gentlemen,
only a minute or two more.

Christian, now is our chance. Huh?

I've managed to line up a
meeting with some investors.

We must strike out on our own.

With, uh, planning we can have
everything ready for next season.

Get a head start while
everyone else is trying to,

uh, dress, uh, Lelong's stupid toys.

Shall we have a show of hands, please?

All those in favor of
creating this group show.

- We have the votes. Thank God.
- [Cristó chuckles]

It's a good idea.

[agent] Yes, I'll alert him immediately.

- Sir.
- [commanding officer] Yes?

Prime Minister Churchill rang
the Central London office

on Miss Chanel's behalf.

- What?
- [commanding officer sighs]

But she was denied any calls.

I'm told her maid was able
to get through to him.

And now we are not permitted to
interrogate his acquaintances

without written consent.

We should have never brought
you in on her arrest.

You didn't know anything
about her travel to Madrid.

We all want the same result
here, and we can still help you.

How?

Well, we have another
agent working her case,

who has leverage on her nephew.

If the intelligence he gathers
on Chanel is damning enough,

it will put Churchill in an
impossible spot publicly,

and then you'll be able
to arrest her officially.

But for now, we'll have to let her go.

Make the call.

[phone ringing]

It's time.

We need you to make the
introduction to Chanel now.

All right, I understand.

[mob clamoring in distance]

[sighs]

I didn't know you were back in Paris.

Taking the last of my things and,
uh, I'll be gone soon. Don't worry.

We should talk about Catherine.

And say what exactly?

That she's in Ravensbrück
or... or in a grave?

I saw your father in the South.

He... He doesn't know what
happened to Catherine.

What did you tell him?

It's not my place to tell him
what happened to his daughter.

- But it's wrong he doesn't know.
- He knows that she was arrested.

She's been taken to a camp.

You're his son.

- Just tell him.
- Goddamn this war.

Goddamn you. Destroying my family.

- Christian...
- Get out, Hervé. Get out. Just go.

Go see your father.

[door closes]

Welcome to France.

[stammers] Welcome to you all.

- Mademoiselle, are you all right?
- Oh, yes.

We heard you were brought
in for questioning.

Thank you. [Stammers] Uh,
no need for concern. Hmm.

Let's just focus on
getting bottles of perfume

in the hands of all
those GIs outside. Hmm.

Coco.

- Oh. André.
- Are you all right?

I was so worried.

The FFI, they... they wouldn't let me
get... [stammers]...anywhere near you.

No, I'm all right, darling. [Chuckles]

[sniffles] No, uh... They know nothing
but scandalous rumors and lies.

Come. Let me take you for a drink.

Oscar is waiting, and there's
someone we want you to meet...

- Oh, a drink?
- Who could help protect you.

[Oscar] Oh, mademoiselle,
what an awful ordeal.

Ugh. Thank you, Oscar.

Uh, how did you convince
them to release you?

I told them the truth.

- And they believed you?
- No. No.

They didn't want to be
confused with the facts.

So I threatened to call
Churchill. [Chuckles]

I'm sure that got their prompt attention.

The FFIs need to know
who's in control here.

Until de Gaulle gets his house in order.

We have Winston Churchill
to thank for your release.

- To Churchill.
- [André] To Churchill.

- Oh, uh, Malcolm. Come join us.
- [Malcolm] Ah.

Good afternoon.

[chuckling] And this is?

Sorry, it's my friend
Malcolm Muggeridge.

Pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle.

Malcolm is a journalist Oscar met
at the Savoy a few months back.

He's in Paris writing
articles about the liberation.

A journalist? [Chuckling] Oh, my God.

I loathe the papers.

Most of what's being written
is causing great damage.

Not in the London Telegraph. [Chuckles]

We're in the business
of news, not gossip.

We don't point fingers.

We-We pride ourselves on
showing the whole hand.

- Mmm, I'm glad someone is. Boo! [Chuckles]
- [Malcolm chuckles]

What I'd like to write about next
is the legendary Coco Chanel,

her triumphant return.

I don't do press. [Clicks tongue]

I've experienced slander
masquerading as news too many times.

Well, to slander you
would be unforgivable.

What my readers want is the truth.

To know the real you.

You know, I just came from my boutique,

where the GIs are lining
up down the block.

This is what people want from me.

The classics. They want Chanel No. 5.

[imitates spraying] It's best kept to that.

[André] Auntie, an article by
Malcolm could be so helpful.

He can tell the world the
good person you really are.

Just because you're famous
and lived at the Ritz

doesn't mean you should
have a target on your back.

People don't know the truth.

How you closed your atelier when
the Nazis marched into Paris.

How you refused to design for them.

I don't want to see you vilified like Arletty.

[sighs]

[Malcolm] Now, here's how I envision it.

The article will cover what you
went through during the war.

Shutting down your atelier.

Always siding with your
morals over your money.

I don't want to be put on a pedestal.

That... There's my work.
People should judge that.

But they're both connected,
you and your work.

People forget when you
first started your business,

it was illegal in France for
women to even have bank accounts.

Your work is groundbreaking.

And you, mademoiselle, are a pioneer.

People need to remember that.

[clicks tongue] He's done his work.

- [André] Mm-hmm.
- I'm impressed.

[all chuckle]

Anytime you care to tell
your side of the story,

I would be honored to help facilitate.

I'll leave the three of you to your drinks.

Consider my offer.

I can help.

[André] You should talk to him.

Is Malcolm trustworthy?

Oscar knows several newspapers
in London who've worked with him.

I'm sure you can get
a personal reference.

I could certainly look into him.

[André] Please let him.

Let me help you like you've helped me.

We'll see.

Uh, keep it like this. It will be perfect.

Oh.

[Zehnacker] Lillian, did you
hear about the new fabric?

I said I need zippers that zip, buttons
that button and corsets that hold.

[stammers] Come here!

It's like these are the clients.

All of this should function.

Must function.

But, monsieur, it will take an eternity
to sew working zippers and corsets

into these little dresses.

An eternity is a small
price to pay for perfection.

Do it.

[seamsters chattering]

Pierre, we must discuss this design.

Please leave me alone. I'm busy.

What have you been doing all morning?

You're not seriously considering
presenting this as a finished piece.

What's the matter? We
are dressing dolls.

[Lucien] Pierre, I understand
that you're unhappy.

You've made that quite evident, but
this work is substandard even for you.

Your vendetta against
me is purely personal.

- You are embarrassing yourself.
- [sighs]

I have no such agenda.

This whole idea is a mistake.

Christian!

Christian and I have been considering
the next steps in our careers,

and it's time we tell you.

You are a small-minded man who
has fat fingers that make nothing.

Christian, uh, we need to
discuss a number of things

- with regards to Théâtre de la Mode.
- [chuckles] Théâtre de la Mode?

That's what you are calling this
ridiculous circus of baby toys?

Fuck your little dolls!

Christian and I are leaving
you to start our own house.

- [Christian muttering]
- No, no...

- Now, Pierre...
- Christian, is this true?

[Christian] Pierre...

Do you know what your problem is?

Oh, yes. It's you.

You and all the other
fraudulent bureaucrats

who steal the talents of others
and pass them off as their own.

[Christian] Catherine! Catherine!

[Lucien] No, it's not that.

It's that you think you are
something that you are not.

And what's that?

Important.

Christian, let's get out of here.

- Christian? Christian.
- P-Please, please. Not now.

You can't possibly allow
this man, this tormentor,

this vampire to stifle
your talents any longer.

I need you by my side.

I'm sorry.

Everyone is nervous enough.
Why are you yelling?

[mutters]

It would seem that Monsieur
Balmain has, uh, finally

and mercifully tendered his resignation.

He has? We don't have time for that.

We'll have to make time.

And now, Christian, you will do all of
the designs for the House of Lelong.

I see. Balmain will be missed, of
course, but congratulations are in order.

[stammers] I have to go see my
father. I can't accept. I can't.

Christian, we understand
that, uh, your life at present

is presenting you with many challenges,

- but work can be the elixir.
- [sighs]

Believe in yourself.

You can do it, Christian. You can.

It will be wonderful.

I know you won't disappoint me.

[sighs]

[mutters]

[Catherine] Yes.

[Coco] But how does
he treat his subjects?

Uh, well, based on what I've heard,

- Muggeridge has a very fine pedigree.
- Mm-hmm.

He's impressed every
editor he's worked for.

No, but those are his employers.

Uh, how about his recent interviews?

Uh, well, I've read several, and
they're tough but fair-minded.

None of them are slanderous
hit pieces. [Chuckles]

All right, uh, Oscar.
[stammers] I'll call him.

[breathes deeply]

How was that?

Oh, you'd have made an
excellent candidate for MI6.

It's such a shame the Nazis got you first.

Malcolm promised that if I cooperated,

that British Intelligence would help
to clear me of collaboration charges.

Oh, don't worry, Oscar.

We'll take care of you.

If this helps us get Chanel.

And what if it doesn't?

Hmm. Deliver her nephew.

He fought for the French.

He's done nothing but
defend his country.

Oh, please. He knows a
lot more than you think.

Fuck you.

You know, you disgust me.

[exhales sharply]

- [crowd jeering]
- [citizen 1] Shame on you!

[citizen 2] Consorting and
sleeping with the enemy.

- Betraying her country.
- [citizen 3] She must pay.

- [citizen 2] What should we do with her?
- [citizen 4] Shave her head!

- What should we do with her?
- [citizen 4] Shave her head!

[jeering continues in distance]

Mademoiselle, they've taken
Arletty from the hotel.

[gasps]

[grunting]

[crowd shouting in French]

- [citizen 1] Traitor!
- [citizen 2] Collaborator!

[citizen 3] Vive la France!

- [citizen 4] Consorting with the enemy.
- Vive la France!

[crowd singing "La Marseillaise"]

This awfulness has to stop. [Cries]

[citizen 5] That's what you get!

[singing continues]

- [citizen 6] Shame on you!
- [citizen 5] Traitor! Traitor!

[citizen 7] Justice!

[citizen 8] That's for
your international ass.

[citizen 9] You get what you deserve.

[jeering continues]

[bell tolling]

[children speaking French]

She was... [sighs] ...taken
to a work camp in Germany.

Ravensbrück.

[sighs]

What else are you holding back?

I've heard rumors, and I'm
just trying to prepare you.

To prepare us both.

Well, what kind of rumors?

The Germans are taking the prisoners

on... [stammers] ...death marches.

I don't understand you, Christian.

Distract yourself your whole life
with art, drawing, now clothes.

Escaping to a fantasy world.

But when it comes to family

to something that needed your attention,
demanded that you be present

you couldn't do it.

Now your sister is gone.

I told Catherine to stop
working for the Resistance.

I... I did everything I could.

You were her older brother.

If you'd been truly a man, she
would have listened to you.

I did everything I could!

[piano music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[door opens]

- [Coco's maid] Welcome.
- [sighs]

- After you.
- [Malcolm] Thank you.

Good evening, mademoiselle. I thank
you for this opportunity to talk.

- Would you care for a drink?
- Please.

- [drink pouring]
- Uh, terrible news about Arletty.

I heard it was quite the spectacle. I
wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.

[sighs] To not having your head shaved.

[grunts] But, uh, what
should we make of them?

Uh, these collaborators.
You tell me. Oh, tell us.

[Coco clears throat]

Uh, Arletty made her choices, and I
fear they're catching up with her.

But what I find obscene is that

this harsh treatment is
solely reserved for women.

What about all the men on
the French police force

who-who served the Nazis?

- Or the black marketeers?
- Uh, I agree.

But it's the women who is
publicly humiliated and degraded.

No, the way the FFIs are
doing this is medieval.

[chuckles] Uh, what?
Oscar, are you drunk?

It's over.

I'm scum. Garbage.

I'm done.

You're not safe. You
must get out of Paris.

- Uh, what?
- Leave Paris now.

Oscar, what's happened?

Your aunt's not safe. They trapped me.

- Who did?
- MI6.

He got me to turn on her, but
now they want me to turn on you.

Who did?

[sighs] Muggeridge.

Muggeridge is MI6? He's with her now.

Do I disgust you, André?

He's with her now.

[Coco] You know, I must say,
when all is said and done,

history will conclude the Allies
are no better than the Nazis.

Uh, help me understand.

Well, the Allies continue
to accommodate Stalin.

Mass murderer of his own people.

On the other hand, the
Germans fought against Stalin.

But unfortunately, they are determined
to wipe out anything that isn't German.

And, uh, in this confusion

you might easily find yourself
attracted to a handsome Nazi.

[laughs] What are you referring to?

Oh, mademoiselle, there are rumors

that you were involved
with a Nazi officer.

Rumors. [Chuckling] Nothing more.

- No truth?
- Rumors are rumors.

Yes, but the FFIs clearly
have you targeted.

And let me help you get
ahead of these rumors,

and find out where these stories
are coming from and stop them.

- With what?
- With facts.

He-He must have a name. This
officer they accuse you of dating.

You want his name?
That... That will help?

It will.

Uh, off the record?

As you wish.

[inhales sharply]

[André] I beg your
pardon for interrupting.

Coco, we need to go to
the boutique right now.

There are rioters all over
Rue Cambon. We need to go now.

Oh, my God. Did you call Chloe?

Yes, I did call Chloe. We need
to go and save what we can

before they burn
everything to the ground.

- Good Lord, my shop.
- How can I help?

[stammers] Call me in the morning.

We'll finish our
conversation on the record.

Madame Domenger will see you out.

God, what's happening?

[door closes]

I thought that the work meant something.

That what I did meant something,
and I have to tell you...

I don't feel that way anymore.

I don't feel

that I am even a proper man.

The grief that you feel over.

Catherine's fate must
be like a [stammers]

a kind of giant wave crashing
over you again and again.

But that tide will recede.

Christian, the show is in two
days, and everyone has embraced it.

- And the work... the work, Christian...
- [Christian chuckles]

The work can move us forward.

Creation perhaps cannot stop the bullet,

but creation is our way forward.

Our survival. Our salvation.

I thank you so much, Lucien.

But I must ask you

please apologize to
our friends. From me.

I'm sorry. I just...

I can't design anymore. I must
leave... I must leave this city.

[breathing heavily]

[crying] I can't stay in Paris any longer.

[André] Oscar sounded desperate.

Either they're gonna kill
him or he'll kill them.

Good God.

[breathing shakily]

It's not safe here
anymore. [Breathes shakily]

We have to leave. As soon as we can.

You cannot leave Paris, Coco.

That would be an admission of guilt,
and you've done nothing wrong.

But we can't stay in France.

Come with me. Get Gabrielle.

But to go where?

Where we can all be safe.

[breathes deeply]

[baby cooing]

Hello.

[phone ringing]

- [knocks]
- [commanding officer] Oscar.

Oscar, I need you to open the door.

[knocking]

Oscar, are you in there?
We've lost Chanel.

Oscar, do you know
where she's headed?

Oscar, what the hell did you do?

[officer] Oscar, they're going to
arrest you now if you don't help us.

[commanding officer] Oscar.
Damn it! Open the door.

- We can hear you in there.
- [doorknob rattling]

[knocking continues]

[inhales sharply, sighs]

Oscar! No, don't! Don't!

[gunshot]

["Paris Chéri" playing]

I've been waiting for you, Christian.

Sit down.

[Christian clears throat]

You said you s-saw me
with a child, yeah?

I did.

This morning as I was leaving Paris

a-a woman came, and she put a
baby in front of the church.

I saw it, and it started to cry.

So, I picked the baby up, and I held it.

It's okay. It's okay.

- You are very beautiful.
- [cooing]

[chuckling] Yes. Oh.

- [muttering]
- [coos]

How did you know that would happen?

- Bye-bye.
- [nun] Thank you.

[baby cooing]

How did you know that that
would happen? How did you know?

I don't know things. I see them.

I'm so scared.

I'm so frightened for Catherine.

[baby cooing]

All of the time.

Can you help me?

Ask the universe what you want to know.

Is she alive?

[sniffles]

Open your heart, Christian.

[chuckles] She's my sister.

[breathes deeply] My
heart... My heart is open.

No. It is not. Your heart is not open.

My heart is not open? My heart is open.

My heart... My heart is open!

[sobs, sighs]

[breathing deeply]

[breathes shakily]

[child giggling]

[mouthing] Catherine. Where are you?

[mouthing] Where are you?

Ask the universe what you want to know.

[young Christian, echoing] Catherine!

Catherine! Where are you?

[normal] Are you alive?

[Delahaye] She will return.

She will return.

But only if you lead the way.

You must follow your
inspiration. You must create.

You must find your heart.

You must find your life.
That's your salvation.

And then maybe she will be
able to come and find you.

That's your salvation.

["What a Difference
a Day Makes" playing]