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1 Why don't guys tell you what they're thinking?

And save us the mystery?

I'm guessing Nico texted again.

Oui. Here. What do you think of this?

Oh, I think it sounds fun.

But is it a date? That doesn't sound like a date.

Do you want it to be a date?

I mean, I've liked him since we were at boarding school,

but maybe I'm just trying to satisfy a teen crush, you know.

Ugh!

- I'm not going. - What?

You have to. Come on, think of teen Mindy.

She's been wanting this for so long.

I'll go with you.

I'd love to talk to Nico about our Soleil De Paris deck.

- No. - We pitched a collab with Gray Malin,

- an amazing aerial photographer... - Shh!

No campaign chat.

And you can't come solo.

You need someone to distract you while I distract Nico.

Bring Alfie.

I would, but he's in London for his mom's birthday.

Bonjour, neighbors.

- Bonjour. - Hi.

Fetching your own breakfast? Where's your boulangerie bish?

She's referring to Camille. I wouldn't run with that nickname.

She's in Greece with Sofia.

- Excusez-moi? - What?

The last stop to her art exhibition.

Incredible, right?

- Très bien. - That's amazing.

Wait, what do you make of this?

Is he inviting me on a date or is it just a group hang?

Answer truthfully.

A group hang.

See. Want to come see a movie tonight?

No, he can't, he's busy working.

The restaurant's closed

and Camille's away, so I'm on my own tonight.

Bon! Problem solved. I will text you the deets.

Great. Bonne journée.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Oh, my God, Mindy. - No, wait, wait.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.

Nothing's gonna happen between you and Gabriel.

No, I'm talking about the fact that Camille is in Greece with Sofia.

This is way more serious than just a kiss.

Do I say something to Gabriel?

No, only if you want to get in the middle of their relationship drama again.

Maybe it's nothing.

And if it is something, let Camille tell him herself.

I thought Gregory Dupree was showing us

the Air France uniforms he's designed for the pitch?

- He just called to move it. - To when?

The better question would be, to where?

Luc, you know I hate riddles.

Okay, Gregory now wants us to meet him at his atelier.

Apparently his redesign cannot be contained to a conference room.

To... Does he know the client expects his submission today?

Yes, he does.

Hope you haven't gotten his hopes up.

I've spoken to my contacts at Air France.

Chanel and Louis Vuitton are the present frontrunners.

You think he has a chance?

I don't, but I've been wrong before.

When?

Well, ask Emily, I'm sure she journaled about it.

Well, there's been really nothing that specific.

Oh, it's good to keep a journal of your time in Paris.

Did you read The Diary of Anaïs Nin?

- No, I haven't. - No?

Such a marvelous account of a young woman's sexual awakening.

She was truly insatiable.

Huh.

So, this is Gregory's atelier.

It's like a fashion war room. You can just smell the creativity.

No, that's marijuana, Emily.

Bonjour, First Class.

This is your captain speaking.

Everyone, take your seats, buckle up. There will be turbulence.

Will drinks be served?

You will be served. Trust.

Now, before you see the uniforms, let me explain my concept.

This is a story about control.

The experience of flying strips you of it.

The minute you sit down, the flight attendants control everything.

They strap you in, they instruct you how to breathe.

They tell you when to sleep, when to wake, when to eat.

You are their subs.

So if they want to be such doms, I say, dress them as doms.

Passengers, this is my submission for the nouveau Air France.

Condoms, lube and poppers.

This is good for your journal.

And?

Well, this will certainly surprise Air France.

You've given their uniform quite a makeover.

Emily.

Oh, uh...

They're beautifully constructed.

Subversive and, you know,

bondage is totally dominating runways right now.

Pun intended.

Well, that might be true,

but I don't think Air France is wanting to push the needle this far.

Gregory, I've seen Chanel's submission. Understated and chic.

Désolé, I have to take this.

Allô?

I don't think you understand how much I need this account.

My business is in trouble.

If I don't have a business, you don't have a business.

Would you ever consider presenting that ensemble,

but without the belts, boot and cap?

And kill all the elegance?

I'm submitting them as they are. With or without your help.

Let's go, girls.

That was Pierre. He was very upset.

His new store opens next week

and he's sounding very erratic and paranoid.

Since he sold his company to JVMA, he doesn't know who he can trust.

Ah, he should have thought of that before he abandoned us.

He's not our problem anymore.

Let's not forget, he did try to throw us a lifeline.

And now he's begging for our help.

Well, what can we do?

He's asked us to meet him at the store and give him our professional opinion.

Can we do that? We don't represent him.

Look, we've been through a lot with Pierre.

He's not just an ex-client. He's a friend.

And now he needs us, so we're going.

Where are you taking us?

This is where Pierre told us to meet. He dropped a pin.

He knows how to drop a pin?

Did anyone see you?

- No. - Are we being followed?

Pierre, is this espionage necessary? Really?

Oui. No one from JVMA can know you're here.

Especially Nicolas.

Papa's little puppet. He has his spies everywhere. Come in.

Go.

Mon Dieu.

So many Pierres.

JVMA dedicated so much floor space

to your ringarde line it's... oh, overwhelming.

Exactement.

They missed the point. When it is this much, it's not irony.

It actually is ringarde.

What do you think of the quality?

- Honestly? - Brutally.

Well, it's more mass market than I expected.

Très chic. It's a Ca-do.

Oh, wow.

- Merci. - Isn't it ghastly?

They've turned me into a clown trapped in a funhouse mirror.

Désolé, that's a Ca-don't.

What did Nicolas say when you told him you weren't happy with all of this?

He didn't care. No one at JVMA cares what I think.

I have no one. I'm completely alone.

No, that's not true, okay. You have us.

I had you. This deal was a mistake.

I want to end it.

No, careful, Pierre.

If you leave, they'd still own your name and... clearly, your face.

You're ready for the runway.

Shut the fuck up!

Shh!

- Hi. - Hi.

Where have you been?

I'm auditioning three outfits to wear tonight

and I almost gave up until I found this.

It was delivered to you today from Gregory Dupree.

Mindy.

Well, I'm sorry, I only opened the box, not the note.

I can't control myself when fashion lands on my doorstep.

- Our doorstep. - Yes.

"Air France said no." "Wear this to my funeral."

Air France declined his designs for their new uniform.

Well, one airline's trash is another woman's treasure.

What, you want to dress like a sexy flight attendant?

Oh, what, you don't think Britney looks iconic in her "Toxic" video?

Well, you certainly will make an impression.

Ooh!

Please prepare for an emergency landing.

Bonsoir, bonsoir.

Everyone, this is Mindy Chen, who looks...

incredible.

- Hey. - Good to see you again.

You too, Nicolas.

I brought a little picnic.

Thank you for your invitation, a few things we serve at the restaurant.

- Thank you, Chef... - Gabriel.

My restaurant is Chez Lavaux, you're welcome anytime.

It'd be my pleasure.

And I brought rosé all the way from Provence.

I love your look. Where is it from?

It was a gift from a designer Emily works with.

Gregory Dupree.

Really? I heard his last show at Versailles was amazing.

It was. He's so underrated.

You know, his work deserves a much bigger spotlight.

Well, it's shining pretty bright now.

Aw.

Here. Have one of mine.

Oh, merci.

Have you bought too much?

It's a bad habit.

So, I happened to walk by your new store for Pierre.

Very mysterious. You're really keeping that one under wraps.

How's it going with him?

Well, I do have a new-found respect for you.

You do? Why?

I don't know how you dealt with him for so long. He's infuriating.

He wanted a minimalistic store, so that's what we gave him,

then he wanted it to be loud and bold like ringarde,

so we pivoted to that, and now he hates it again.

He's never satisfied. Was he like that with you?

Pierre's insecurities can certainly take the wheel,

but just be patient with him.

I mean, we encountered similar issues during Fashion Week.

You just have to make sure you handle him well,

otherwise he could skip the opening altogether.

It's not my first time with a demanding designer.

The store opens with or without him.

Right, well...

You know he trusts us,

so if there's anything that you need us to help with, let me know.

Excuse me, Emily.

What were you two talking about?

- You, obviously. - You were talking work.

Damn it, Em, are you going to be like this every time we're on a date?

Oh, so this is a date.

It's got to be.

He touched my back, introduced me to his friends.

One of them told me this is a notorious hook-up spot.

Go get it, girl.

Hey.

- Hi. - Care to join me?

No. We're moving too fast.

You're right.

It's too fast.

- Sorry. - Désolé.

Too fast.

Your food was so delicious.

Like mouth-wateringly good.

Um...

Merci.

Nice of you to say.

Well, if you knew me,

you'd know I'm not that nice.

Hi, sorry, some people are trying to watch the movie.

So just shush a little bit.

- Thanks. - No, they're not.

How long have you been together?

- It's... - We're not together.

- He has a girlfriend who's in Greece. - Yeah.

- We're just friends. - Friends.

So she's your friend while your girlfriend's in Greece?

I could be your friend too. We could all be friends.

It's not like that. She has a boyfriend.

Yeah.

- And where is he? - London.

Oh, I get the game now.

So your girlfriend's in Greece, your boyfriend's in London.

Well, my boyfriend's in... Berlin.

And I miss him so much.

This is fun. You two are fun.

Okay. Emily, should we...

- That, that thing... - Oh, yeah, we should go.

I've seen this movie a thousand times

- and they end up together. - Classic.

- Cliché. - So good.

- But, so... It's great. - So good.

- Love it. - Enjoy it.

- Thank you for everything. - So sweet.

We're going to go.

Have fun.

Guys, a woman's purse, all right, it's her secret source of power.

There are many dark and dangerous things in there

that we, the male species, should know nothing about.

So, what's the verdict? Is Nicolas into Mindy or no?

Uh, sadly, I think not.

He would've at least tried to kiss her, if he was.

Maybe he's not into public displays of affection.

Everyone else sure was.

Right?

I never knew that movie was such a turn-on for people.

Everyone likes watching a story about two people

trying to fight off their natural attraction to each other.

What's going on in there?

I don't know.

Let's check it out.

Wow, his is so surreal.

I feel like we're walking into heaven on acid.

- You've taken acid? - Well, no.

But I've read Hunter S. Thompson, so I get the gist.

Well, on the count of trois?

- Un, deux, trois! - Deux...

Hey!

No more posting.

No, no, no, no, no!

So nice to meet you. Good night.

Thanks for the beautiful champagne.

- See you Saturday. - Saturday, yes.

I'm headed this way.

So good night.

Good night? Already?

How about a drink?

Sure, if you want to.

'Course I want to.

You think I brought you here just to see a film?

Honestly, I don't know what to think.

I have no idea if you're... like, even into me.

I have no idea if you're even into me.

Come on, seriously? In this?

You look incredible tonight.

Every man there was checking you out.

Yeah, except for you.

Believe me, I noticed.

It took every ounce of willpower not to make a spectacle of myself.

Really?

Really.

So, what now?

You tell me.

You're the one dressed as a dominatrix.

You're in charge.

I think your crotch is vibrating.

Pierre Cadault. This fucking guy. I swear to God.

We can rain check on the drink.

- I don't mind. - I mind.

I finally get to kiss you and...

Unbelievable.

- Okay. Yes. Sorry, I should... - Yeah. You should do that.

- I should deal with this nightmare. - Yeah.

Next time we'll skip the movie?

Good idea.

Oh, Camille liked my story.

She said, "So fun. It's my favorite movie."

Really?

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days?

I feel like that's what she's trying to do to me.

Oh.

She hasn't been replying to any of my texts very quickly.

Or at all.

How about when Alfie and Camille get back,

we take them to Pop Air?

You know. Like, a real double date.

Yeah. I'd like that.

- Good night. - Good night.

Nicolas, bonjour.

Bonjour, Emily. It seems your persistence has paid off.

Oh, God, what have I done now?

No, it's all good. I hope.

If you were serious about Agence Grateau helping us out with Pierre Cadault...

What? Oh, my God, of course!

Uh, um...

Sorry. Nicolas, will you please hold one moment for Sylvie Grateau?

What's going on?

You have Sylvie.

Bonjour, Sylvie. As I was saying,

I'd like to hire Agence Grateau to help with Pierre Cadault.

Well, we'd be delighted.

There's a lot to deal with in a very short time.

I hope you're adept in crisis marketing.

Well, of course, it's our specialty.

Let's discuss over lunch today.

I'll get my assistant to send over the details.

- Okay, great. See you then. - Okay.

How did you do this?

Well, I was trying not to say anything, but...

Yeah, okay. I don't want to know.

Merveilleux, Emily.

Okay, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Door!

The only time I've heard Sylvie say "merveilleux" was about a Chablis.

- Mmm-hmm. - You should text Pierre

and tell him the good news.

It's your news. You text him.

Merci.

Pierre is so excited that he will be joining us too.

He never misses a champagne toast. Especially when it's for him.

- Hello. - Bonjour.

- Bonjour. - Bonjour.

Agence Grateau is bleeding me dry.

I should've offered you more money to join JVMA when I had the chance.

You know it was never about the money.

- It was about my independence. - I do.

Thank you for the opportunity to work with Pierre Cadault again.

- To Pierre. - To Pierre.

Well, just to be clear,

you'll be working for Pierre Cadault, the brand.

Not Pierre Cadault, the man.

- Pardon? - Put it back on ice.

What's going on, Nicolas?

I refuse to let my acquisition be hijacked by his irrational demands.

The company is bigger than him.

So, it's time he exits

and we'll bring in a designer to usher in the new era.

But it's his company. His name.

Correction. His name, my company.

This is nothing new. Christian Dior is now Dior.

Yves Saint Laurent is now Saint Laurent.

The men may be gone, but the brands persist.

It happens all the time, right, Sylvie?

More times than I care to remember.

And, thanks to Emily,

I've done some research,

and I think I've found the perfect replacement.

Gregory Dupree.

You were right. He deserves a bigger spotlight.

He's a visionary.

The perfect person to reinvent Pierre Cadault.

But Pierre hates Gregory.

Well, since you know both of them,

who better to handle the transition and keep it from spiraling?

Does Pierre know about this?

You're actually the first to know.

Gregory is one of your clients. I imagine you're thrilled.

Yeah. Well, definitely surprised.

There's a lot we have to talk about since we're going to be working together.

Hi, there!

What is he doing here?

Care to explain, Emily?

- Pierre! - Attention!

Pedestrians have the right of way, you asshole!

I'm fine.

Whoo!