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Morning!

I got your favorite croissants, extra flaky.

I thought maybe we could do breakfast?

Can't. I'm heading out.

You've been running a lot lately. Are you training for a marathon?

Emily, I don't know how many times I can say I'm sorry.

Can we please, please just talk about this?

We don't need to.

It's fine. I'm fine.

Really?

That smile looks like it hurts.

No, all fine.

Um-- Uh, but I gotta go.

Emily!

Emily! Hey!

Emily! Hey!

What the hell?

Ow!

-Oh my God! -I'm sorry! Sorry!

Sorry. Sorry.

Did you just hit me with a croissant?

I was aiming for your back.

I've been… trying to get your attention for, like, six blocks.

Oh God. I think I'm having a heart attack.

We barely even hit a mile.

Try doing it in platforms.

Ouch.

Em…

This weird distance between us has to stop.

Okay, you're all cold and polite.

It's awful.

-Okay, then I'll try to be less polite. -Yes!

Just… be mad at me.

I'm sorry about Alfie.

You don't get it.

It's not that you got together, okay?

-You hid it. You lied to me. -I know.

And…

And I hate myself for it.

Alfie and I, we really weren't anything serious,

but hiding it was stupid.

Julien said it would blow up like this. I should've listened.

Yeah, and Julien knew.

Okay, how could you tell him before me?

Oh no. No, no, no.

I didn't tell him. He caught us in Solitano.

-I didn't think anyone could see us-- -How did I not know this?

There was so much going on in Rome with you and Marcello

and the whole mess.

Em, it didn't feel like there was a good time.

Not a good time? Okay, we're roommates. We have nothing but time.

No, you want me to be mad? Fine. I'm mad, okay?

You're my best friend, you didn't share this with me,

and I share everything with you.

Even my apartment.

How can I ever trust you again?

You know, this conversation is starting to sound pretty juvenile.

Yeah, it really is.

You know what else is juvenile?

Walking on eggshells

while you stomp around pretending everything's fine.

So I will…

I'll give you some space.

Fine.

Stop saying that!

♪ 'Cause I don't wanna be friends ♪

♪ I don't wanna pretend ♪

♪ Only one thing to say ♪

♪ You can bury me in sound… ♪

- Morning. - Mm-hmm.

Don't "mm-hmm" me like that. It wasn't my place to tell you.

Of course not. I'm sure everyone knew.

Not everyone. Me, obviously, and Genevieve.

-But she doesn't even work here anymore-- -Ah, Emily!

I'm so sorry to hear about what happened.

I can't believe it. Cuckolded by your best friend and your ex.

I'm amazed you had the strength to show up today. Really.

And Luc…

Luc knew.

She didn't know?

Chef Richaud is in a three-year contract with Celeste.

So you'd have to buy him out, but that could get pretty expensive.

There's also Chef Durin at Le Bouchon,

but you'd have to relocate her from Marseille.

Chef Desmarchelier is available and is apparently amazing.

But I've been told he has a bit of an anger problem.

This shouldn't be so hard. I mean, we have a Michelin star.

That Gabriel earned.

Yes. And decided to walk out on.

Because you wouldn't get off his back.

We've been over this. My restaurant, my Michelin star, my decision.

Okay, well, I have an idea.

Um, what if we invite top chefs from all over Paris

to do residencies at the restaurant?

It's a low-commitment way to find the right person.

Oh, like a one-month free trial?

Exactly. Yeah, and we could have customers engage through social media,

have them vote on their favorite chef via the restaurant's Instagram,

and the winner gets the job.

I like it.

With one caveat.

Ah, bloody hell, here we go.

Well, we've spent a lot of money creating "Le Chef hot" branding,

so we need to make sure that Gabriel's replacement is…

Hot.

Hold on.

Isn't the food more important?

I mean, we're not gonna keep your Michelin star otherwise.

Hot and talented.

Wow.

Okay, um, how about we put a pin in it for now,

and I will come up with a marketing proposal,

and we can just all meet again then.

Good idea.

What an absolute knob.

I mean, everything's been such a mess since Gabriel left.

I mean, you can't be too happy about that.

Happy that Gabriel's pursuing his dreams,

or happy that you and Mindy found happiness together?

Shit.

Oh, Cooper.

I'm… so--

Sorry?

Yeah.

I've been hearing that a lot lately.

You know, and just for the record,

I would have been happy…

for both of you.

No, it was just a vacation fling. Really.

What happened in Rome stayed in Rome.

You wanted to see me?

Oh, yes. I have a question, but don't get too excited.

How do I follow you on Instagram?

What? Why?

It's purely professional.

We're meeting tomorrow to pitch ideas for Infallible Lipstick

from L'Oréal Paris.

Oh my God, that's huge!

Um-- Uh, okay. Um, okay, idea. Idea.

Um, so we see a woman walking through Galeries Lafayette,

and she's saying something like, "Bad makeup--"

No. No.

This is an international client with a big budget.

They're gonna want to hear it from me, so I have an idea.

Ah, the campaign should be about a young American woman living in Paris.

And when I think of that person, well, naturally I think of you.

I inspired you?

Let's not go that far.

But I would like to use your photos for my pitch deck.

Of course!

Yeah, okay. First things first, we need to make you an account.

So… phone, please.

Don't look at my texts.

Okay.

Um, okay. What do you want your username to be?

Oh, "SylvieG"?

-Hmm. -I don't want to post anything.

Mm. You just want to lurk.

Sorry.

Um, okay…

Done.

Okay, so…

here is your profile.

Now you're following me.

This is my grid, and these are my permanent posts.

Then, if you click on my profile pic here, you'll see my story.

Those only last 24 hours.

I saw this little guy on my way to work this morning, and I could not resist.

Riveting.

Mm. You try.

Oh, Yvette Moreau.

Uh, how did she find me so fast?

Make her unfollow me.

Oh, those are suggested follows. Who is she?

Someone I used to know.

-Oh, cool. Well, now you can reconnect. -Oh God, no, never.

She looks sweet.

Mm. She definitely isn't sweet.

And she certainly hasn't aged well.

When's the last time you saw her?

It was ages ago.

If you must know, we used to be very good friends

until she put a knife in my back.

Oh God, what happened?

She accused me of cheating.

At backgammon.

That's it?

You lost a friend over a game?

Not just a game, Emily.

We were the only two women in a group of men,

and I was getting a lot of attention.

And she didn't like that, so she got me kicked out.

And you…

You never spoke again? Like, neither of you reached out?

I shouldn't have to. I mean, she's the one who lied, and…

She's too stubborn to admit it.

So, no, we never spoke again.

Do you miss her?

No.

Friendship went sour, just like curdled milk.

Hi, thanks for letting me crash.

No problem.

I promise it'll only be a few days, maybe a week,

just until things cool off.

Only a week?

This is for you.

Wow, your place is so chic.

And very tidy.

Mm-hm.

♪ Stay as you are ♪

♪ Stay as you are ♪

-♪ 'Til the day you can no longer ♪ -♪ 'Til the day you can no longer ♪

♪ Even myself, I know ♪

♪ Even myself, I know ♪

♪ All the days that you've been alone ♪

Um…

Only got American beers here.

Oh, okay. Um…

Pabst Blue Ribbon, then, please.

Thank you.

Mmm.

God, I've missed watery beer.

All right, everybody,

grab your besties.

It's time for Friends trivia!

There you go, my man.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Hey.

Hi.

So where's your team?

Oh, I… I don't have one.

Yeah, you do. Join mine.

I'm Jake.

Uh, Emily. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

-So where are you from? -Chicago. You?

Ann Arbor, Michigan.

Oh, I have, um, cousins from Grand Rapids.

-Is that near you? -Kind of.

Here, hold out your hand. Let me show you.

So Michigan is shaped like a mitt, right?

And I'm from here.

Your cousins are from all the way over here.

-Okay, so not near them. -No.

Right.

-Same state. -Yeah.

So are we playing or… or what?

"We are playing."

- You say, "Yes, we're playing." - Okay. Okay.

-Hi. -Emily, this is Caroline and Austin.

-Hi. -Hey.

But tonight we are Marcel.

-Oh! Um, after Ross' monkey. -Yeah.

- See? I knew I had the right recruit here. - Nice.

All right, everybody. Question number one.

What is Joey's agent's name?

Marjorie. Marjorie.

Um, I think it's Estelle.

No, it's Marjorie.

-No, she's right. It's Estelle. -Yeah.

Sorry.

All right, question number two.

What relationship moment did Monica and Chandler have

when she got the turkey stuck on her head?

They said, "I love you."

Right?

My little sister controlled the remote. I've seen all the Friends six times.

-Wow. -Yeah.

-Dr. Drake Ramoray. -Yes!

Regina Phalange.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

-Minsk, Belarus. -Belarus!

-You got it. You got it. -Right?

"We were on a break!"

That's so weird.

And the winner,

although I'm sure none of you are surprised,

is… Marcel!

-Yeah! -Yes!

We won! We won! We won!

Take that, Joey Triviani! Yes!

Thanks to our secret weapon here.

I'm gonna get another round.

- Cool. - Great.

Would you like another PBR?

Sure, why not?

I really can't believe I'm here.

I'm so happy you are.

So it's true.

You really left JVMA?

Yes.

Because it turned me into someone I'm not.

Someone who could hurt you.

Nico…

-I don't know-- -Look.

People make mistakes.

I'm hoping if you love someone, you can forgive them.

Well, I am not perfect either.

You're perfect for me.

I love you, Mindy.

Being apart just made me realize how much I want to be together.

Always.

Whoa, does this mean you're broke?

Basically.

But as long as I have you,

I have everything.

Wait, you can pay for these drinks, though, right?

Are you sure I can keep this?

I mean, the whole team won.

Yeah, but you wear it so well.

And you earned it.

When you came in with "Kip," I'm telling you, I was really impressed.

What about you with "Yemen"? I mean, I would never have gotten that.

Okay, so that stuck with me because I almost had to go to Yemen for work.

And I kept saying, "I guess I'm going to Yemen."

So what do you do in Paris?

I'm a consular officer at the U.S. Embassy.

-Wow. That's impressive. -Yep.

What exactly does that mean?

All right, so basically my job is to help Americans with emergencies abroad.

So if you lose your passport or you get arrested, I'm your guy.

-So you rescue people. -Well…

Americans in jail or…

trivia bars.

-Hey, you rescued us. -Well…

And my job is actually a lot of paperwork.

It's… pretty nerdy.

But I will say that Paris, it's been a really nice change from Sofia.

Sofia?

Who's that? Your, uh, your ex?

Sofia, Bulgaria.

I was stationed there before here.

-Oh! -Yeah.

Yeah. Okay, you definitely don't want me on your World Capitals trivia team.

Yeah, you probably wouldn't be my first choice.

Hey…

What are you doing tomorrow for the 4th? 'Cause the Embassy is having a huge party.

You should definitely come.

That sounds amazing, but I can't.

I… The 4th is just any other day here. I have work.

You're American. It's a national holiday.

-We're having hot dogs. -Oh my God.

I can't remember the last time I had a hot dog.

They're still good.

But it's-- No, work is just too crazy.

And, you know, I don't think my boss would really go for it.

I'll have the Ambassador write her a note.

You don't know my boss.

Here. Let's see your phone.

-Eh, it worked. -Oh, it worked.

Now you have my number, so…

Call me if you change your mind.

Perfect.

-I'm this way. -Yep, okay.

Okay.

Well…

it was nice meeting you, Emily.

Hope to see you tomorrow.

Oh! Happy Independence Day, Emily.

Oh, thank you, Luc.

Look at that. It's a tarte tatin.

We don't have apple pie in France, but this is better.

Mmm!

Did you know that the French helped the Americans win their revolution?

-You want some of the tart, huh? -What, moi? No, I couldn't. No.

Okay, just one bite.

There is nothing bon about this jour.

What's his problem?

Didn't you hear? Julien has a new roommate.

I can't keep track of his love life.

They're definitely not lovers.

It's Mindy.

Mindy's living with Julien?

He took her in like a street urchin.

Oh, well, I'm glad that she's safe.

What are you waiting for?

Go over there, talk to her,

and if you want, I can create a diversion so you can sneak out.

I just found out that she and Alfie have been together longer than they said.

They lied about their lie.

Ah!

The double lie. Now I understand.

Allez, we have a meeting at L'Oréal.

Yes.

L'Oréal Paris has always produced top-tier cosmetics.

But how do we appeal to young women?

Create a fun campaign

telling the story of an American girl's love affair with Paris

that speaks directly to her makeup needs.

Meet your typical fun-loving American girl.

You know the one.

You've drawn some real-life inspiration. I love it.

She's taking a break from life back home to get a taste of la vie en rose.

And the long-wear power

of her Infallible Lipstick by L'Oréal Paris can keep up with

anything she can throw its way.

Yes, through her stereotypical Parisian moments…

but also through her real sightseeing,

like Jacques…

and Pierre…

and even Thomas.

I see that Paris keeps you busy.

But she's not with anyone now.

Well, we'll see our spirited American kiss her way through Paris

and never leave a mark.

Because with the Infallible Lipstick by L'Oréal Paris,

you can bise freely…

You're kiss-proof.

Well, this sounds definitely fun.

I'll have a chat with my team, and I'll get back to you shortly.

Oh! Great.

After all this time, is that really what you think of me?

Just some vapid American girl doll kissing her way through Paris?

More like aspirational and fun for the demographic.

Oh, well that's definitely one word for it.

And it was the right pitch for the client.

So my feelings don't matter as long as the client is happy.

Those were your photos from your Instagram.

-Don't shoot the messenger. -You made me seem completely boy-crazy.

It's insulting and untrue.

Jake? Who's Jake?

Someone else we should include?

You know what?

It's an American holiday. I'm gonna take the rest of the day off.

- Hey. - Hi.

You made it.

Uh, passport, please.

-Wait, seriously? -Only if you want asylum from the French.

Oh, well, actually, that sounds very nice today.

We can do that.

-Oh, wow. Wow. -Yeah.

The embassy was built in the French style,

but we've done our best to make the inside feel like a home.

I think it's the perfect metaphor for what this place is.

See, outside, you're in Paris.

But in here, you're on American soil.

It really feels that way.

-Oh my God, look! It's our team! -Yeah.

Marcel! Hi!

-Oh, hey! -You have friends here already.

- Hey! - Good to see you.

- Good. You? - Good.

-So fun. -Welcome.

Hey, how's it going?

♪ I hopped off the plane at LAX With a dream and my cardigan… ♪

- Cheers! - Cheers.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Huh?

The French do not know what they're missing.

- Uh-uh. Mm-hm! - Mmm.

There you go.

♪ This is all so crazy ♪

♪ Everybody seems so famous… ♪

-Nice! Okay. Here we go. -Let's go. See what you got.

♪ Too much pressure and I'm nervous… ♪

Oh!

Wow. Wow.

Come on.

I want to show you part of the embassy nobody gets to see.

Okay.

The dungeon?

Not quite.

All right.

Oh… my God.

What is this place?

It's our own little canteen.

I love coming down here when I want good old-fashioned American junk food.

You can't find any of this here.

I know. Everything in France is so fresh, right? Ugh.

This is our real culinary glory.

Pop-Tarts!

Oh, I haven't had these since college. Oh!

Is that Easy Mac?

Yep.

♪ Every time… ♪

Are these just for employees or…?

You can take anything you like. Go nuts.

-What?! -Yeah.

Get a whiff.

Wow.

♪ The butterflies fly away… ♪

Oh yeah.

♪ I'm nodding my head like, yeah… ♪

You really sell--

I hope…

-What? -Pickle-In-A-Pouch.

Red, white, and blue--

-You have it? -Mike and Ike.

♪ Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A… ♪

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Yes, you gotta have the beans.

Yes, give 'em to me.

-There you go. Cheers. -Whoo!

Thanks for this.

♪ It's a party in the U.S.A.! ♪

Paris has been… pretty hard on me lately.

So I just needed a taste of home.

Anytime you're feeling it, you know where to find me.

Oh.

- Oh. - Uh…

Madam Ambassador, this is Emily Cooper.

Emily, this is Ambassador Jennings.

Nice to meet you. Hi.

Um-- Sorry. Sorry.

Don't worry. I'm down here all the time.

Well, come on.

Fireworks are about to start.

-Ooh! -Oh!

-Should we? -Yeah.

Let's do it.

Oh.

Yvette?

Sylvie Grateau.

I can't believe it!

Bullshit. You knew I'd be here.

What? How could I possibly know that?

Oh come on. We're past lying, aren't we?

You've been watching my Instagram stories.

You can see when I see those?

Well, yes, I can.

Fine. I was curious about you after all these years.

I've been curious about you too.

Now I have a confession. I've been following your career-

you started your own company!

We always talked about you doing that someday.

Bravo. Bravo, Sylvie.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you, I appreciate it.

It's been how many years since we saw each other? Not centuries!

And yet you look exactly the same.

Look at you! You're beautiful!

What do you say? A game for old time's sake?

Let's do it. I'd love that!

-Do you want something to drink? -A glass of white wine.

A glass of white wine.

God we had so much energy back then.

Backgammon until 10, drinks at Le Baron,

then off dancing at Les Bains until, what, 6am?

Yeah, or The Queen, and then a plate of crispy fries.

With a kebab.

With a kebab, on the banks of the Seine

to watch the sun come up.

Remember that one night-

there was the guy who looked like an ugly Tom Cruise.

He was so into you.

And he said "Sylvie, if you don't kiss me, I'll die!"

Yes! I said…

"Do you promise?"

I've missed you.

Backgammon was never as fun after you left.

I find that hard to believe.

What do you mean?

You're the one who kicked me out.

-That's not what happened. -You said I cheated.

Ah.

So…

…maybe because you fucked Guillaume three months before our wedding.

No.

Mm-mm-mm.

Did I? I forgot about that.

How is Guillaume?

Good.

We're still married.

Ah!

He looks good…

I…

I don't know if I told you at the time, but…

Oh…

We all do stupid things in our 20s.

-Come on, let's start a new game. -Yes, it's my roll.

No, it's my roll.

No, it's me. You just played.

-Don't start again. You just played. -What do you mean, don't start?

Don't tell me I cheat, I don't cheat!

Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine. It's nothing.

Homesick?

Living abroad can be hard sometimes.

You're here, but back in the States, everything is just…

going on without you.

You know, just last year I missed a wedding and two babies.

I think the wedding was because of the babies.

Mm-hm.

Everybody here keeps you at arm's length

because they know you're just passing through,

so it makes it hard to find genuine connections.

It can be.

But I think I found one.

Me too.

Sorry, no, not you, Jake. Sorry.

-No. Sorry. -Oh! Oh, okay.

-Wow. So sorry. -It's not that I…

That… that was forward. I thought we had a…

Yeah. No, I totally understand.

You're-- you're great. Really, honestly. No, sorry. I'm…

I'm just kind of kiss-proof right now.

Kiss-proof?

Yeah, it's a long story.

But…

Thank you…

For all of this. I…

I really needed it.

Okay.

He left his company for me,

but does that really make up for everything else?

Like, I don't know, should I forgive him?

Don't do it.

But he loves me.

Then do it. Honestly, I don't care anymore.

Was that a bird?

Ow!

Sorry!

What are you doing here?

I came to apologize.

I…

I've been so stubborn.

You know, and I know that you're sorry. I-- I just…

I need to stop punishing you.

Please, please, come back, okay? It doesn't feel like home without you.

I can have her packed in 15 minutes.

I missed you.

I missed you!

I met a really cute American guy,

and, well, I didn't have anyone to tell.

- You did? - Yeah.

Nico and I are getting back together.

Really? How?

He left his family's company for me, and then--

Shut up! Damn it!

So, how was your American party?

It was a nice break from work.

L'Oréal Paris passed on the idea.

They thought it wasn't female-empowering enough.

I agree.

Plus, you're selling a long-wear lipstick,

and random flings don't exactly scream longevity.

Friendships are the relationships that last.

Hello, it's Sylvie Grateau.

I think I have a better idea…

A good lipstick is like a good friendship.

Vibrant and long-lasting.

Say hello to your new best friend,

Infallible Lipstick from L'Oréal Paris.

And cut!

Wait.

Is that supposed to be us?

You inspired me.

Aww!

They're cute.

But nobody's better than us.