All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S02E05 1080p BluRay x264-BEDLAM (1)

CROWD CHATTERS

MAN: Look, there's the car!
- WOMAN: There she is!

MAN:
Here she comes!

CROWD CHEERS

WOMAN:
Oh, she's so beautiful!

WOMAN:
I can't believe ifs really her!

I'll admit I'm pleasantly surprised.

As am I. What a turnout!

Did you expect anything less?

Like I always say,
style knows no boundaries.

Still, it's nice to be reminded
how much I'm adored.

Indeed.
- Mademoiselle.

CROWD CHATTERS

WOMAN:
Coco! Over here!

GUNSHOT
- MAN: Get down! Get down!

CROWD SCREAMS

Are you alright?
- Mon dieu, Edmund!

Phillippe, dépéche-tol!

COCO: What do you mean
you still have no lead?

If this was Paris

the Garde would already have caught
the madman

who dared to shoot at Coco Chanel.

COCO:
I cannot waste another second.

I've got a fashion show to prepare for!

Um, excuse me?

Uh...
- Our'?

Um... Miss Chanel.

I beg your pardon.

Um, I couldn't help
but overhear your squabble

just now, and...

I was wondering that if by any chance

uh, you might be interested
in an alternative means

of investigation...

I might know someone who can help you.

Go on.

"A bullet was some greeting
for France's famed designer.

The entire fashion world
is on tenterhooks.

What will be next?"

Well, leave it to Lipstick
to sensationalise the story.

Perhaps now you understand
my predicament?

I do, but...

a high-profile figure like yourself?

I would have thought the coppers
would be all over this...

I'll be six feet under

before your "coppers" find this madman.

I take it they're not
making much progress.

Zero. Perhaps if they loosened their belts
more oxygen would reach their brains.

I fear some would need
to lose their pants entirely

before we saw any improvement.

I have no confidence in them.

So, will you take the case?

Of course.
- Merci.

Just one question.

Why do you have
more confidence in me?

If there's one thing I've learned
over the years, Miss Drake

ifs that I can always trust
a woman in pants.

So, you came to Toronto
at Mr Eaton's request?

Precisely, to put on a fashion
show of my latest line

a collection of petites robes

little dresses for all purposes

that every modern woman should own.

They're beautiful.

Do they breed enemies?

One doesn't become
queen of Paris couture

without amassing a few enemies.

Even in Toronto?

Fashion travels the world, Miss Drake.

Fair enough.

Now, before the shooting,
did you notice anything unusual?

Only a crowd of adoring fans.

Not all adoring, I'm afraid.

In the photograph in the paper

you were being escorted
out of the car by two gentlemen.

I'd like to talk to them, if possible.

COCO:
If you think it will help.

Phillippe LeDuc, Frankie Drake.

COCO:
Notre propre détective privée.

Enchanté.
- Oh.

You are Coeds...

Business associate.

Phillippe was a procurement officer
in the French army.

He sources fabrics for me
of the highest quality.

He has excellent taste.

Coco's key to success
is the quality of her designs

not her fabrics.

Edmund Robinson.

My generous supporter and other war hero.

Twenty-third Division.

Of course, we all served
our country in the Great War.

Some, however, were leaders of men.

COCO:
Come now, gentleman.

Miss Drake is here
to investigate the shooting.

Did either of you
notice anything unusual?

Unfortunately, I was too busy
trying to avoid a bullet.

I was completely focused
on getting Coco to safety.

I don't understand.

How will talking to Edmund and Phillippe
help you find this madman?

Well, you do your job, and I'll do mine.

Excellent idea.

I'll start by looking at the scene
of the shooting

but I'd like to plant someone in here
to keep an eye on things.

And who might that be?

I have just the person.

This is so exciting!

I finally get to see
you work a case first-hand!

Just don't let it get out, Dot.

How long have we been friends?

You know I'm a vault.

One question though...

where do you keep your gun?

Shh!
- DOT GIGGLES

So, who are these seamstresses?

Any of them arrive here from Paris with Coco?

Oh, no. Everyone here works for Mr Eaton.

Coco's line was mostly finished
when we arrived.

We're all here on hand
for mostly alterations and fittings.

Who's the new girl?

Um, Ruth, this is my...

Apprentice. Trudy.

She'll be assisting with the show.

I'm very excited to be here.

Someone dressed for the occasion.

How very voguish for a lowly seamstress.

Oh, this! Well, it's a Dot original.

She's made my dresses for years.

She's got a great talent.
- You don't say.

Well, now. Best get back to work.

Why don't I help you get started?

It's a tad grainy,
but based on this photograph

when the shot was fired,
Coco was standing right about here.

Actually, I would say
it would be more like... here.

MARY: And what makes you think
Coco was standing here?

FRANKIE:
It would have to be.

Let's look around.

Right. Right'

Because of the proximity
of that lamp post.

I don't know how I missed that!

Looks like the bullet landed here

which means that the shot

would have been fired
from the fifth or sixth floor

of that building.
- Are you sure?

The police seem fairly certain
that the shooter was on the roof.

Well... agree to disagree.

Uh, yeah.

Oh, watch out!

I'll admit I pictured it differently.

Are all fashion show
preparations this intense?

You're confusing intensity with fear.

Oh?

Since you're working for her,
you should probably know

Coco doesn't handle
disappointment very well.

Or at all.
- Wow.

It's positively sinful!

Do you know all the models have
been instructed to wear these?

If you ask me, she's trying to turn women
into boys!

You're living in a different era, Ruth.

I simply think a woman should design
for a woman's body.

You know, I don't exactly disagree.

There's something undeniably feminine

about the Victorian silhouette.
- RUTH: I couldn't agree more.

Perhaps we have more
in common than I thought.

Wow. That's commitment to the cause.

Someone has to take a stand
before things get too dire.

Besides, what's so awful
about a good solid corset?

Oh! Pardon me, miss.
- Excuse me! So sorry.

You know, it's awfully nervy

coming into a bustling building
during prime business hours

and firing a rifle.

So you think the shooter holed himself up
in here?

It's a possibility.

Mary, take a look at this.

All I see is this little groove...

It's the perfect spot
to brace the barrel of a rifle.

Now we just need to find the casing.

So, are you saying the shooter
was positioned like this'?

More like...

Right, because of that sign post.

That's a pretty steep incline,
which means“.

Uh, uh...! Do you think you should
be doing that?

Probably not.

Ah!

Bingo.

The shell casing!

Mary... look at that.

Hey, what do you know about Ruth?

I've known her for years.

I'll admit she's a bit of a curmudgeon.

I noticed.

Didn't start out that way.

How so?

She was a corset maker.

One of the best in the city.

Even had one of her own shops.
- Really?

Mm.

Well, ifs because she can pass.

Oh...

Then overnight, she became obsolete

even lost her shop,
all because of a peasant girl from Paris.

So Chanel loosened the waistline
and put Ruth out of business.

And now she's sewing hems for Coco Chanel.
Just imagine.

Well, why do it?
- Girl's gotta make a living.

Haven't you ever worked
for somebody you didn't like?

Never long enough to let it fester.

Let something stew long enough.
somethings bound to boil over.

You're not saying that Ruth--
- I'm not saying anything.

FRANKIE: Agh, it seems this board
has been pried up before.

Look at the space down there.

It's just right.

Perfect fit for a rifle.

So after the shooting,
they stashed the rifle in here.

Why?

So they could walk out of here clean.

But the rifle's gone now.

Right. They came back to pick it up
once the heat died down.

Oh...

What kind of flower delivery guy
delivers flowers

and keeps the box?

Frankie!

Oh, damn it!

He strolled right out of here with the rifle
in that flower box, didn't he?

Did you get a good look at him?
- I got a look at him.

Chances are someone like that
has had a brush with the law before

so maybe you'll find his face
in the mug book.

OK. I'll take a look.
- I'm gonna check in with Trudy.

Did you see this?
- What?

"More Coco Controversy.

Toronto coppers deemed inadequate.

Fashion designer hires Pl."

These Lipstick articles
aren't getting any local fans.

Mary and I saw the gunman.
- Really?

He used a Lee-Enfield rifle.

One of the most common Allied weapons
used during the war.

Doesn't really narrow things down.
Anything else?

He posed as a flower delivery man.
- Sounds like a professional.

So, who's the client?
- Well, it could be anyone.

Her own seamstress-es
seem to fear her at best.

And at worst?
- Well, one of them, Ruth

she disapproves of just about everything
Coco represents.

Enough to want her dead?

I wouldn't rule her out.
- WOMAN SCREAMS

Seigneur...

Mes créations!
- COCO GASPS

Ah!

EDMUND: For God's sake,
read the tea leaves!

F! a raison, Coco.
It's time to go back to Paris!

Ca suffit!

It takes more than a badly-aimed bullet
and a few flames

to stop Coco Chanel!

Whether it takes all day and all night

to make new dresses...

the fashion show will go on!

Coco, do you not...?

Whoever tried to kill Coco seems bent
on ruining her.

And had access to the atelier.

Someone from her inner circle.

Did you see anyone in here alone?

Ruth and Dot were the last to leave
before lunch

apart from Edmund and Phillippe.

Everything is destroyed!
You will never finish in time.

Faster! Faster!

You keep an eye on Dot and Ruth.

I'm gonna look into Coco's supposed
business associates.

There's something else going on there.

Is it too unreasonable
to expect that a garment

bearing the Chanel name be crafted
professionally?

Throw that away and start over.

She's merciless.

Coco has exacting standards.

She specifically requested ten
identical stitches per inch.

See?

It's hard to believe you do that by hand.

It's perfect.

Perfection is a Coco requirement.

Haven't you ever thought about
getting your own line into stores?

Mr Eaton might even help you out.

I didn't just think about it,
I actually approached Mr Eaton.

You did?
- I told him I wanted to design

elegant dresses for regular gals

who couldn't afford haute couture.

Mr Eaton said it was a terrific idea.
But then...

What?
- The deal fell through.

Just like that?
- It wasn't meant to be.

Well, if you ask me

Mr Eaton doesn't know
what he's missing out on.

PHONE RINGS

Desk Sergeant?

OK. OK, wait. I'll be right there.

Here we go!

PHONE RINGS
- SHE GASPS

Desk Sergeant?

Fine.

C 'es! affreux.

None of these. Only white!

I want the stage bathed in white silk.

How will my dresses stand out

if the audience can barely distinguish them
from the busy stage dressing?

Simpllcité est la cle' de Félégance.

FRANKIE:
Mains Nest mieux.

You speak French.

I spent a little time in Paris.

I made some very good friends.

I have a feeling you and I
are cut from the same clothing.

I think you mean cloth.

Peu imports.

I admire a woman who can pave the way
for her own destiny.

Well, we have to make our own way.

Of course, even a self-made woman

could use a little assistance
from time to time.

I've noticed
that Phillippe and Edmund

are very attentive associates.

Very.

What led to their interest in haute couture?

They are businessmen.

They understand the benefits
of a good investment.

You're sleeping with both of them,
aren't you?

But of course.

Well, that is an important detail
that you failed to mention.

Is it of any consequence?

Well, in my experience,
love triangles breed jealousy.

And jealousy can be very dangerous.

I think you misunderstand the nature
of this triangle.

Do n

Oh, the arrangement's quite simple.

When I met Coco,
she was still Gabrielle Chanel

and soon after,
I invited her to live with me.

It was my good friend Edmund
who introduced me to Coco.

EDMUND: Not to boast.
but a great deal of her success

is in fact owed to me.

Edmund was very generous

but nobody recognised her genius
the way I did.

What is genius, after all,
without the funds to nurture it?

More than any money, Coco needed
someone to believe in her.

EDMUND:
What Coco needed was freedom

to let her creative contemplations run wild.

My chéteau proved
the ideal location.

PHILLIPPE: The chéteau started
to feel a tad...

restrictive for Coco.

She's no prisoner.
Coco does as Coco pleases.

After all, the only thing I want...

The only thing I've ever wanted...

BOTH:
ls for Coco to be happy.

Of course Edmund and Phillippe
make me happy

but they have little to do
with my professional success.

That's interesting.
They told a very different story.

You know men.
they can't help themselves.

They take credit for absolutely everything.

I would tell a different story.

And what would that be?

After my mother died

my dear aunts took me under their wings.

It was they who taught me
the art of sewing.

But I thought you were raised by nuns.

Why would you think that?

After I took the case,
I did some research on you.

Is that so?

Your mother died
when you were 11 years old.

Your father placed you
in an orphanage in Aubazine.

You were raised by the sisters

of the Congregation
of the Sacred Heart of Mary.

That's far too sad.

I prefer my version of the story.

Your "aunts" taught you how to sew.

But I took it from there.

My success rests on the strength
of my imagination,

And what about Edmund and Phillippe?

Mere passengers on my journey.

Nobody but myself paved the way
for Coco Chanel.

But the men amuse me greatly

so I am happy for them
to come along for the ride.

You should have heard them,
their pretence was spectacular.

Hard to believe they run
the most successful fashion house

in the world and still have
the energy for affairs.

I don't think they view it as an affair.

So it's basically
one big happy threesome?

That's what they're saying.
- But?

I don't buy it. Someone in Coco's
inner circle is out to gather.

We need to find a way in.

DOOR CLOSES
- Listen to this!

"Coco's Dresses as Inflammatory
as her Conduct.

For all of her haughtiness

Coco is still the one
getting justifiably burned."

Boy. these Lipstick articles
have not been kind to Coco.

It's a compelling read, though.
I quite like the fire motif in this one.

That's fair. She does have a way with words.

And gossip. These dresses were only burned
a few hours ago.

Oh, Lipstick gets around.

Gossip finds a way of reaching her quickly.

Too quickly.

Someone on the inside
is tipping Lipstick off.

To what end?

Well, they've taken a shot at Coco,
they've burned her dresses

and now they're planting malicious gossip.
- You know what it is, gals?

It's character assassination

on top of a real assassination attempt.

So, Flo”.

How does one reach Lipstick?

Oh! You see, Frankie, she's got this box.

FLO CHUCKLES

GREYSON:
Drake.

Detective Greyson. To what do I owe
the pleasure?

Are you behind this?

What are you talking about?
- Hm.

"Apparently, Coco doesn't think that
Toronto's police force

is up to snuff."
It goes on at length.

And then...

"ls Miss Drake making progress

where our inadequate coppers fell short?"

It's quite a way of drumming up business,
isn't it?

Are you suggesting that,
on top of solving cases

for my clients, I'm also ghostwriting
a gossip column?

No, that would be hard to believe.
but you could be passing her tips.

Well, if that's what you really think perhaps
there's some truth to what Lipstick said

about our "inadequate coppers."

Cute.

I don't know who Lipstick is
any more than you do.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have work to do.

Yeah, I bet you do.

STREETCAR BELL RINGS

BOTH GASP
- Nora?

Frankie?
- I should have known.

Why are you always popping up
where no one wants you?

You're Lipstick?
- Shh!

A little discretion for your mother,
if you don't mind.

Listen, I got a hot tip on a high-profile
clandestine rendezvous

that's about to go down and I wanna make sure
I capture every juicy detail...

Wait a minute.

There is no clandestine rendezvous, is there?
- Not unless you count this as one.

I knew it was too good to be true.

Alright, congratulations.
you've lured me here.

What do you want?

Well, you wrote about me
in your last two articles.

And not particularly kindly, I might add.

What? Oh.

Blame your father for that.

He should've taught you to have thicker skin.

Well, I guess he was busy
being a single parent.

He wasn't a saint!
He was a grifter, like me.

Really? ls this why you tricked me
into coming here?

Who's feeding you the dirt on Coco Chanel?

A journalist never reveals her sources.

Good thing you're not a journalist.

You're a gossip columnist.
- That is elitist!

I'm giving the people what they want.

By the way, is Coco really as tyrannical
as she seems?

Shouldn't you already know the answer to that

before writing these damning
articles about her?

Frankie, why be such a stick in the mud?
Nobody likes this.

Nobody takes my stuff seriously.

It's a bunch of time-tattle.
- Somebody has it out

for Coco and I think it's your source.

I so wish I could help.

Fine.
- Fine.

I thought you would want in on the action.

I'm getting my notes from the seamstress.

So, it's one of the seamstresses
who's been feeding Lipstick the dirt.

Then it's Ruth. It has to be.

Some tips that were left in her drop box.

What is it?

This handwriting...

I recognise it.
- You do?

It's Dot's.

Don't be ridiculous.

I do not have the time nor the energy
to be spreading petty gossip.

Are you sure?

Maybe you wanted to knock her down
a few pegs?

SHE SCOFFS
That's preposterous.

I've known you long enough to know
your own handwriting, Dot.

What's going on, Dot?

SHE SIGHS

That magazine makes her out
to be some kind of grand saviour.

The fashion world's Joan of Arc.

So you wanted everyone
to know the real Coco.

You fed Lipstick the inside scoop.

But why? What's in it for you?

Does it have something to do with
your clothing line pitch with Mr Eaton?

Of course not.

TRUDY:
Dot...

I had a line of ready-to-wear dresses
all set to go.

Mr Eaton was gonna co-sign a loan for me.

But nothing happened.

You blame Coco?

Negotiations mysteriously fell through
the moment she showed up.

That woman came from nothing.

You'd think she'd sympathise
with the little people.

And what about the shooting? The fire?

You think I had something to do with that?

Well, you were one of the last people in here
before the fire started.

And you could have just as easily hired

the shooter as anyone else.
- You know me, Trudy.

You know I'm a God-fearing woman.

Frankly, I'm offended by the accusation.

If you'll excuse me.

TRUDY SIGHS

I don't know, Frankie.
It doesn't make sense.

Dot's line is ready-to-wear

and Coco's haute couture.

Technically, they're not in any competition.

So why would Coco have her line cancelled?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Dot is convinced that you sabotaged her deal
with Mr Eaton.

Respectfully, why would I care?

Well, that is a very good question.

For what it's worth, I believe you.

Look, I have to consider all possibilities.

It's my job.
- And this is my job

which I'm not doing particularly well.

Look at this mess!

Coco will have my head.

Not if she never knows about it.

I'll dispose of the evidence.

Gently! That chiffon is pure silk!

SHE SIGHS

I have barely even spoken to Mr Eaton.

That's Phillippe's job.

If anyone cancelled anything, it was him.

Non! Non! Non, non, non, non, non!
(Test pas vrai!

Frankie. You might want to see this.

FRANKIE: So, this is what's left
of Coco's burnt dresses?

TRUDY:
What's left of something, anyway.

The rule to Coco's dresses

is ten identical stitches per inch.

But look at this.

It looks pretty close to me.

I've seen this woman in action.

"Pretty close" doesn't cut it.

I don't think these are Coco's dresses.
I think they're imitations.

OK, why don't you take these swatches to Flo,
see if she can confirm that they're fake.

OK.

What did she find?

If somethings going on in my atelier

I demand to know about it!

There's nothing to report. At least not yet.

Then why was your partner
rushing out so quickly?

Well, she's following up on a lead,
but as soon as we have anything concrete

you'll be the first to know.

I hate feeling like this.

I get it.

You're used to being in control.

This is unsettling.

It's not just the loss of control, Frankie.

Would it shock you terribly to hear me say...

I'm a little bit afraid?

It would shock rne more to hear
if you weren't'

Everybody thinks I'm fearless

but don't be fooled.

Fear can easily be disguised.

All it takes is a pretty dress
and a simple hat.

Perhaps it doesn't
always need to be disguised.

Never show weakness.

It's always been my survival technique.

And are you starting
to question its effectiveness?

Possibly.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, Coco.

You have my word.

I expect no less.

FLO:
Yep, there's no doubt about it.

I'm definitely seeing both
flat-twisted ribbons

and scaly corkscrew patterns
on this swatch.

It's a blended fabric.

Did the dress flare up quickly?

Well, one minute, it's hanging neatly

and then the next,
the entire row went ablaze.

As I suspected.

It's a wool-cotton blend.

Wool burns slowly,
but it's quite difficult to ignite

so if there were any real flames,
it was from the cotton.

OK, well, one thing's for sure

Coco Chanel's real dresses
were not made of blended fabric.

She's a 100% wool jersey type of lady.

That's a type now?

Mm-hmm.

So, why would someone burn fake dresses
and steal Coco's originals?

To sell them?

That seems like an awful lot of trouble
to go to

for whatever a handful of dresses
might be worth.

Yeah, well, there's a real market
for high fashion at low prices.

So, someone stole them
to copy the pattern

to make cheap Chanel knock-offs?

I know a lot of gals who would kill
for a Chanel dress

even if it was a knock-off.

Wouldn't those dresses fall
in the ready-to-wear category?

Yeah. Dot's line would have stood
in direct competition to that.

So maybe Phillippe had it cancelled

to knock off Coco's dresses

so he could sell them to Eaton's?

It's a theory.

But how do we prove it?

I have an idea.

Gin.

Cheater. You're a cheater.

SHE SCOFFS

The poor sap bought into the story
hook, line and sinker

contacted "Ambrosia" for a meeting
almost as soon as the paper hit the stands.

I will admit this Lipstick gig of yours
is proving useful.

What, your mother's good for something
after all?

Don't let it go to your head.

With you around, how could I possibly?
Alright.

I'm going in. It's show time!

Nora. About your accent...

What?
- Mains c'est mieux.

No comprendo.
- Less is more.

Oh, aren't you the expert?

Thanks for the tip, Gloria Swanson.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Come with me. There's something
I would like your opinion on.

It happened last week.
a little perplexing to me.

Oh, Detective Greyson.
What are you doing here?

That's my desk. What are you doing here?

Well, I just received a rather troubling call

from one of my fellow morality officers.

Really?
- How troubling, you might ask?

Well...
- You're gonna tell me.

It seems that she was approaching
a rather questionable individual

when the reprobate ran off at full speed.

So, are you saying to me--

That someone who runs from a morality officer
is someone with something to hide?

Well, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.

Officer Shaw--
- So...

I offered to see if I could match

her visual description...
- Officer.

With one of our mug shot photos.

That book is reserved for--

Because I, for one, will not stand
to see one of my sisters

so callously disrespected.

HE SIGHS
Take the book.

Just make sure that it lands back on my desk.

PHILLIPPE: Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me, Madame Rose.

Please, call rne Ambrosia.

May I?

Ah, oui!

This prohibition business
is absolutely barbaric.

I couldn't agree more.

When I read about you in this paper

I was struck.

Your ideas about the future of fashion
were spot on.

Well, I stand by every word.

In the old days, only the elite
were worried about fashion

but times are changing.

It's no different in Paris.
- Yeah, all these new women

they wanna dress like Coco Chanel

but without breaking the bank,
and who can blame 'em?

Yes. It is a time for a change
in the world of fashion.

Oh, I couldn't agree more, Phillippe.

There's a wave a-coming,
and I intend to catch it.

In fact, two designers have just requested
meetings with me

after being equally struck by my words.

Is that so?
- Yeah, a couple of Montrealers.

I mean, I was hoping to keep the trip brief
but it might just be worth the detour.

Unless...

Unless?

Meet me at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Au reservoir, monsieur.

Mademoiselle.

Like taking candy from a baby.

Didn't bat an eye at my accent either.

He wants to show us some merchandise
first thing in the morning.

I'm not waiting 'til morning.
- Hey, wait! You owe me!

These performances don't come cheap,
you know, I'm exhausted.

SHE SIGHS

Ready? Go.

LOCK CLICKS

Five and a half seconds!
- Still got it.

TRUDY CHUCKLES

This look familiar?

Almost as familiar as these.

These are Coco's originals.

It's unmistakable. You were right.

So, Phillippe was on to something.

I mean, these knock-offs are practically
identical to the originals.

The devil's in the details.

What are you doing?

I owe someone a payment.

A finder's fee for Ambrosia Rose.

So, Phillippe stole Coeds patterns
to create a line of knock-offs.

Doesn't he know what that would do to her?

Strange way to treat your lover.

Even more strange to try and kill her.

Phillippe? I don't understand.
He loves me.

Well, love can make people do crazy things.

Frankie... I've looked everywhere.

Phillippe's gone.
- Le salaud!

I'll deal with Phillippe later.

I've got a fashion show to prepare for.

With my original dresses, thanks to you.

That is a bad idea.

FRANKIE:
Coco!

Bad idea or not, it's happening!

Will it never end?

"Leave town. Final warning."

Are you sure about going on
with the show?

I've never caved to pressure before

and I'm not about to start now.

SHE SIGHS

Well, there's only one way
that I'm letting you go out onto that stage.

Mm! Stop twitching.
I need to take the shoulders in.

Keep your eyes peeled for Phillippe
or the shooter.

The flower delivery man was tall, lanky.

He had mousy-brown hair.

Your posture, Frankie, is absolutely abysmal!

Pour L'amour de Dieu,
have some self-respect.

Shoulders back! Chin up!

Ow!
- Oh, uh, sorry.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

If anything happens to Coco,
I'll be right there.

Raise that hemline!
It's not a parade of nuns!

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

No. Hmm... no.

No.

Hmm...

You still at it, Shaw?

Oh.
- Must say that I admire your dedication.

Thank you.

We can't have anyone getting away with
any morally questionable pursuits, can we?

No, sir, we cannot.

No, we cannot.

What do you say, boys?

Who's up for a quick trip to Chinatown?
I'm parched.

MAN:
Come on, let's go.

MAN:
See you tomorrow.

MARY:
Hmm, no.

Hello, Mr Flower Delivery Man.

SWING MUSIC PLAYS

The moment you step onto that stage, Frankie

you're in my world.

I understand but there's still--
- The hair. Tame it.

Never forget, you're modelling
an original Chanel.

APPLAUSE

MAN:
Marvellous!

AUDIENCE CHEERS

FRANKIE GASPS

GUNSHOT
- CROWD SCREAMS

Are you OK?

It's just paint.

What?
- We have to get Coco out of here!

Jersey! A flexible and unrestrictive fabric

for modern women on the move...

Could it have been Ruth all along?

You don't follow up a bullet with paint.

Frankie! Oh...

There you are! I've...

Oh. Oh, Coco, you really have done
some revolutionary things with fashion.

Mary, you were saying.

Uh, our flower man!

Unsurprisingly...

he does have several
misdemeanours on his record.

His name is Silas Baker.

He came here from England after the war
where he served in the 23rd Division

which I thought was interesting
because my lucky number

is 20--
- Wait. 23rd? Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure I'm sure.

The 23rd Division was Edmund's.

Edmund hired the shooter!

Where is Edmund?

Where's Coco?

Go'.
- Well. go!

EDMUND:
He pulled a gun on me first!

I was simply defending myself!

Like I've been defending myself
against your little mind games for years!

Have you gone crazy?

Gentlemen. I'm sure we can resolve this
without guns.

A little late for that, wouldn't you say?

Coco... time to choose.

Please, Edmund!

Phillippe, fair quelque chose!

ll a raison. lt's enough!

Look. you're both angry,
but this isn't what you want.

Stay out of this!

Phillippe, you thought Coco
was gonna leave you

so you stole her dresses to try and ruin her.

Non! Not Coco!

It was Edmund's investment
I was trying to ruin!

So it was you? You bastard!

Edmund, you hired Silas Baker
to take a shot at Coco.

That bullet was never meant for Coco!
It was intended for Phillippe!

Well, take your shot, I dare you!

Stop in

You two have been after each other
this whole time.

We were all having so much fun!
Why has it come to this?

Like I told you.
jealousy can be dangerous.

You said yourselves.
all you want is to make Coco happy.

And for that, it seems she needs both of you.

For now, perhaps. But how much longer?

FRANKIE: Your insecurities are
complicating something so simple.

You don't see that the only person
you're hurting

is the one person you both claim to love

Coco.

SHE WHISPERS:
You take Edmund.

What have I become?

Coco, everything I did,
I did to win your affection.

What do you wanna do with the two of them?

Keep them both.

Coco Chanel has work to do.

FRANKIE:
ls it coming out at all?

Believe me, you're making it worse.

That dress is the real victim in all this.

Thanks to you, Frankie

I've made a life-changing decision.

And what's that?

I never again want to weigh more heavily
on a man than a bird.

Miss Chanel, I have to come clean.

I was the one feeding Lipstick
all that filthy gossip.

I'm so ashamed.

So, it was you?

Best free publicity I've had in years.

How can I possibly thank you?

Oh! Well, how about you talk to Mr Eaton

regarding Dot's line of dresses?

I'm wearing one of hers right now.

The waistband is half an inch too high

but I suppose that's a simple fix.

Consider my word put in.

Really? I couldn't possibly--
- Let's go, Dot

before you say something you'll regret.

DOT AND TRUDY GIGGLE

I'm afraid you're gonna go
back to Paris one dress short.

I tried to save it, but it looks like
I've turned your little dress

into a little black dress.

I'm afraid it's ruined.

Au contraire.

You've given me quite a fabulous idea.

A bientot, Frankie Drake.

Alright, Frankie, you've kept us
in the dark long enough.

What're you talking about?
- Spill the beans. Who's Lipstick?

Didn't I tell you? She didn't show up.

"She didn't show up"?

At least, I didn't see her.

Really? Boy, she is good.

WENDY:
Hey, Nora. Going someplace nice?

Just thought I'd pop by, say hello.

Wow, you sure dress nice for a cup of hooch
and a bowl of chop suey.

What, this little thing?
No, you're right, it's a one of a kind!

A Coco Chanel original, practically.

OK, well,
careful with the soy sauce!

Hello, ladies.

FLO:
Hi...

So, a double.
- MARY: Nora, that dress!

You look stunning!
- Looks familiar.

Thank you, Mary. I feel stunning!

I mean, it's so elegant, it really suits you!

It's much more understated
than what you normally wear.

FLO GIGGLES
- Thank you, dear.

TRUDY: Tell me something, Frankie.
If you couldn't find Lipstick

how did you get her to write
that column about Ambrosia Rose?

I put a request in her tip box.

Oh, is that how you do it?

That's the only way to reach Lipstick.
- Right, of course.

Silly me.

Nora, what do you think about Lipstick?

Me? Oh, well. I mean,
I only just skim the column

but, uh... I understand she's something
of a living legend'

Really?
- A savant, you might say.

Savant?

I really get a kick out of Lipstick
but "savant" is a bit much.

I mean, it's mostly just silly gossip.
- Oh, well, isn't everyone a critic?

But I think if she brings a glimmer of joy
into her readers' lives

then Lipstick is performing a civic duty.

It's admittedly a bit of a guilty pleasure

for me and the gals on the squad.
- Oh, yeah?

And the fact that her identity's a mystery,
that's the juiciest part!

Oh, I wonder who she could be.

TRUDY: Gee, I wonder...
- Guess we'll never know.