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He didn't wanna serve us, now he doesn't want us to leave.

I mean, we'll be late for the party.

Oh, yeah. Who is this guy again?

Noah Moreau.

It's his going away party as head designer at Magnus Miller.

Yeah, there's a rumor he's being replaced by Drake.

- I heard Justin Bieber. - That's insane.

Noah has won multiple CFDAs.

Well, it doesn't matter anymore.

Yeah, noise and hype are more important than collections.

It didn't help he didn't get a Grammy, but it could work out for you guys.

Oh. Are we courting him?

It's the reason we want a meeting with Noah.

In hopes of bringing him on as the head designer of Marcello Muratori.

I see.

Wait. I wonder whose idea it was to turn this double date into work.

Actually, it was Marcello and Nico's idea.

I just made sure our names were on the list.

Naughty. Naughty.

How are we gonna get to him?

That's Noah's agent over there.

I think she's our best bet.

- Let's talk to her, huh? - Mm-hm.

Oh my God. Look.

He has such an adorable dog.

How'd he get a dog in here? I couldn't even bring a bottle of water.

I grew up with Weimaraners.

What?

My dad breeds them. I told you that.

I'm sorry, this whole time,

I assumed a Weimaraner was some sort of fox or mink.

I thought your dad was in the fur business.

E-- Ew! No.

Hi. Ramona.

Oh my God.

Nicolas de Leon and Marcello Muratori.

Bonsoir. Have we met?

No, but you two have been spread across every fashion business site

for the past month.

Hi. Mindy Chen. Nicolas' girlfriend.

Uh, how cool is this? So many people showed up for Noah.

You sound surprised.

We know what a talent he is. It's not surprising.

Yes, soon we'll have our pick of the houses,

and this chapter will just be a blip.

-So he hasn't landed anywhere yet. -Oh!

Emily Cooper. I work with Marcello at Agence Grateau.

As you might have heard, we're starting our own label,

and we'd love to meet with Noah.

Sorry, guys.

Uh, Noah will be giving careful consideration to his next move,

and, uh, you're kind of radioactive right now.

What's that supposed to mean?

Your family's still the number one player in fashion,

and nobody wants to piss them off.

Best of luck,

and please don't talk to my client.

Look, they have an uphill battle, sure, okay, but they're gonna make it.

As an American who works at a French marketing firm,

I know what it's like to be an outsider.

Touching story. Still no.

But enjoy the party, and we're serving cheeseburgers if you're feeling homesick.

Rude.

But also, where are the cheeseburgers?

Excuse me.

Chauncey, come on.

Sit down. Be sweet.

-Oh! Hi there. -Sorry to…

Ah.

He really likes you.

What a handsome boy you are.

You know, growing up, I had a silver gray too.

We named him Bugs after Bugs Bunny because he was gray and he loved carrots.

Um, I'm Emily Cooper.

Oh, I'm Noah.

I know.

Well, meet Chauncey.

He won't eat a carrot unless it's covered in meat.

Aw! Well, there's nothing wrong with that, is there?

You're a hunter, not a gardener. Am I right, monsieur?

Mm!

If there's one thing I know about Emily Cooper,

it's that she does not like her face licked.

Come on. While he's still slobbering.

Oh, hi!

Um, these are my friends.

Mindy, Nicolas, Marcello, meet Noah and Chauncey.

Great party, by the way. I can't believe you got Candy Head to DJ.

Well, he's under consideration to replace me too.

So, did you come to pay your respects?

Actually, we came to get you out of here.

Oh.

I started working with the label right out of school,

so this is my first big break-up.

Now, I'm completely distrustful.

I was discarded for some child actor turned pop star.

Oh my God, it is Drake?

No, it's this zaftig German rapper who has 200 million Instagram followers.

Oh, Baby J!

"The endomorph from Düsseldorf."

He's so… not a designer.

No.

They're going to call him a "creative director."

Total bullshit.

There is no craftsmanship anymore.

My dad always said that the only thing that makes clothing distinct

is the quality of the craftsmanship.

Your father was an inspiration to a lot of us.

Thank you.

That's very kind. He is my inspiration as well.

I'm feeling sparks.

Me too.

So, can we have a more serious conversation

about what Marcello has been envisioning for the line?

As of tomorrow morning,

I'm officially unemployed, so why not?

Should I set it up with Ramona?

Forget Ramona.

Chauncey never liked her anyway.

He's got a good instinct for people I can trust.

I can't believe you're still here.

So sorry that I keep wanting to have sex with you.

No need to apologize, I just can't keep up with this schedule.

You seem like you can keep up.

I mean, I have a life outside of my bedroom.

I have one too.

I don't want to know.

This, us, is just supposed to be

about body parts making other body parts feel good.

The equivalent to a stiff drink at the end of a long day.

I'm ready right now.

No, I need to go to work.

Okay.

Then maybe you can send me some pictures

to help me get through the hours I'll be missing?

No.

Just "no." That's it?

No, Beau, I will not send you pictures.

You're so fucking hot.

Oh!

It is so much easier for guys to do a walk of shame.

Look at you. Same clothes as yesterday, but who notices?

You just did.

You know, on the charcuterie board of life,

men are the bread.

-Ah, okay. -Ha, ha.

And what are women?

-Everything else. -Hm.

The brie, the honeycomb, the salami roses.

The bread is the only thing that looks edible the morning after.

-Ah! -The rest is loose fruit and cheese rinds.

Mindy, stop. You look good.

No one could tell you went out in those clothes last night.

Oh my God, are you okay?

Is your dress on backwards?

What? I…

Oh my…

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't notice.

Okay.

Come here.

I think Marcello and I are sleeping in the wrong places.

I mean, it doesn't make sense for us to go back and forth every day.

Mm, yeah, I see your point.

So while Marcello's in town,

your boyfriend should stay with you,

and I'll stay with mine.

Okay, but it's only temporary, right? You're not moving out.

Oh my God, no. Temporary.

Okay. Okay, deal. Fine, let's do it.

Cute.

You don't mind switching, do you?

Yeah, yeah. Thanks for asking.

He doesn't mind.

Is everything ready for your anniversary party?

Mm-hm.

Almost. Would you mind coming on the early side-

it's going to be mostly family

and people with children.

I need someone to help make it fun.

And that's me? I'm flattered.

How's your five to seven?

Adorable.

But it's turning into a five to seven in the morning.

He doesn't want to leave.

He sounds a little obsessed.

Is it him?

"It's hard not being with you…"

Oh!

"Very hard."

Oh! Bup-bup-bup.

What did he say?

-It's a photo. -Of what?

Of his…

His penis!

Let me see.

No!

Why don't you ask Guillaume to send you one for your anniversary present.

Oh, God. It'd be a gift not to see his dick.

Oh!

Stop.

Let me see!

The inspiration for the line is

Il Palio di Siena.

- The horse race? - Uh-huh.

Okay, interesting.

So, sportswear?

Like an Italian Ralph Lauren.

Timeless, but not stuffy.

Here, I have sketches.

Oh.

Hm. Who did these? They're not bad.

I had them commissioned to give you a visual sense of the line.

I see.

Buttoned up, but playful too.

I don't hate it.

Not hating is good.

Very good.

And what's your role in the company, Emily?

Besides Chauncey's new favorite obsession.

Marketing.

Unofficially.

We need to convince Sylvie.

Well, I'm glad you're part of the team

in whatever capacity.

I like you guys. And I feel like you guys like each other.

No drama, no politics.

And I need a creative palate cleanser.

-I'm in. -Whoo!

Let's do it.

You won't regret it.

Yes. Shake my hand.

Bonjour, Sylvie.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Oh! Oh, oh.

It's never good news when you greet me in French.

- What's wrong? - What? Nothing.

I got us a meeting with the new company that Noah Moreau is designing for.

Interesting.

Who are they?

I heard Chloé was courting him.

Well, it's actually, drum roll, please,

Marcello Muratori.

And Nicolas de Leon is gonna finance him.

Well, I'm sure everyone in town is clamoring to meet

with the two black sheep of major fashion families.

Just hear them out, okay? The worst you can say is no.

That's not the worst I could say.

Can't you just, please…

You're helping Marcello and Nicolas. Interesting.

Is it safe to say you and Marcello are back together?

This is about business, not my personal life.

Emily, when isn't business about your personal life?

Well, I'm happy for you. You're doubling down.

What does that mean?

Once you break up with someone and get back together,

you're making a big statement of commitment.

You're basically saying,

"This is the one."

And there's no going back.

Yeah, it's why I don't do relationships. Period.

There is only one happiness in life.

To love and be loved?

So, how did you all land Noah Moreau?

Every big label is after him.

Noah had the rug pulled out from under him by a brand

he's been committed to for years, so I think he feels burned by big labels.

And Emily made friends with his dog.

-Huh. -Mm.

Is that supposed to be some sort of expression like "Bob's your uncle," or…

No, he has a beautiful Weimaraner named Chauncey

that will probably take up a significant portion of the budget.

Super.

How is Antoine dealing with you being here, Alfie?

This is a side hustle for now.

Until things take off.

And it will take off. Marcello and Nicolas grew up in the business.

Combined with Noah,

they've spent over 70 years in luxury fashion.

They've got a distinct edge.

It sounds like you're already working for them.

We've been lucky to have Emily's help.

We know there is no success

without a team like Agence Grateau behind us.

We've seen firsthand how our parents built successful fashion businesses.

We want to build it differently.

Meaning?

Twenty percent of luxury textiles is thrown away during the production.

We plan on using dead stock fabric in our collections,

which is not only sustainable,

but makes each collection truly one of a kind.

Saves money as well.

Yeah, I like the ethos,

but it's the fashion that's gonna sell your line.

Of course.

Ah.

Marcello Muratori.

I see you didn't spend much time coming up with a name.

Actually, I did.

In the end, I wanted to pay homage to my family, but also stand apart.

Yeah, well, it is quite engaging,

sort of prestige sportswear.

But I've been burnt in the past.

So why would I trust working with a Muratori?

Or a de Leon?

Because you wouldn't be working for us.

You'd be working with us.

We'd bring you in as a full partner.

When this is a success,

you'll gain as much as we will.

And if it isn't?

It's going to be, Sylvie.

Well, I guess we'll have to make sure it is.

-You're in? -She's in!

I think you're gonna be leaving Antoine soon, my friend.

Yeah, but I'll need the same deal as her, mate.

We're going to have to put out a press release immediately.

Oh, actually, I had another idea.

Fastest route to people's hearts is through their stomachs.

So what about throwing a luncheon for the press?

Bravo. Bonne idée.

Merci, Sylvie. You won't be sorry, I promise.

You're welcome.

Oh my God, are we power couples now?

-Uh… I think we're a power quad. -Ooh!

Because, each of us individually brings something spec--

Yes! Yes!

And we need a quad of champagne, tout de suite.

Ah. Oy! Oy!

-Whoa! -Ah!

Hey, hey.

-Wow. -Okay.

What are you doing here?

Celebrating.

To us.

Who's us? Is he us?

He is.

I asked Alfie to help out with financials.

Yeah, isn't that so cool?

-Yeah. -Yeah, it's so cool.

Yeah, it's, uh… It's a great opportunity.

Yeah, have you guys called Noah yet?

Oh, we have to do that right now.

You should come too.

Oh, yeah, okay.

Right now?

-I'll be right back. -Okay, we'll be, uh…

Uh…

So, new job?

Yeah, basically, um, consulting.

Don't worry, I won't be hanging around all the time.

I'm not worried.

That makes sense. Why wouldn't you help them?

You've gotta be kidding me.

-Is this a tango? -What?

Did you request this?

Yes, because I love reliving my Ballando experience.

It wasn't all bad.

What?

There's no way you remember.

I've got this.

I'm having a really hard time

not thinking about us.

You know I'm back with Nico.

After what he did to you?

Relationships are complicated, Alfie.

Yeah, well, people don't change.

I mean, the guy's a snake.

Oh.

If he's so bad, then why are you working with him?

Because snakes know how to make money.

It doesn't mean I'd sleep with one.

-Bonsoir. -Bonsoir.

Oh, Sylvie.

You never thanked me for the chocolates.

I hope you got them.

Oh, of course.

They were quite exotic.

Did you guess what was inside?

Mm, no, but, uh… the flavor did linger for quite a while.

Liver.

What?

Uh, I wanted something unexpected and aggressive.

After we met, the thought of you also lingered for quite a while.

Bonjour, dear. So good to see you.

Reinhardt, precious, do you mind if I steal Sylvie?

We need to get her a drink.

We certainly do.

I can't believe you ever thought we'd be a good match.

Well, now I know your type.

Any new pictures?

Huh?

No, not if I don't send any first.

Send him one, Sylvie! It's not hurting anybody.

Why not?

I've taken some, but I don't like to expose myself like that.

No, no, Sylvie,

if people who look like you aren't comfortable sending nudes,

what does that say for the rest of us. Come on! For us, please.

Come on. Come on!

Okay…

There! It's done. Happy?

Yes. Thank you.

Ah!

To you and Guillaume,

and your anniversary.

And to that hung little stud, wherever he may be.

Mmm!

Ooh!

Is it him?

Huh?

Looks like he was very happy to get the picture.

Oh! Shh! Yvette.

Oh my…

It is big. And hard!!

No, I hate you!

-Stop! -I promise you.

It's funny…that looks just like the wallpaper in my bathroom.

Well, I wasn't looking at the wallpaper.

Hello, mom.

Sylvie?

What are you doing here?

Sylvie, how could you?

-You two know each other? -For 30 years, Beau!

She's old enough to be your mother!

What's going on? Sylvie!

Have you met my son?

-Ah, Sylvie. -No!

I've never seen you in a tie before.

You look so handsome.

As long as I don't look nervous.

This company is a big risk.

You don't get anywhere without taking those.

Uh…

This is for you.

What's this?

- The key to your heart? - No.

It's the key to my apartment.

Thank you.

I'm not so nervous anymore.

Let's go impress the press.

-Yes. -Hm?

Yes.

You'll go up at the same time, you'll intro Marcello,

and then he will intro Noah.

Got it.

-You got it? -Yeah.

Chauncey and I will be waiting in the wings, okay?

Okay.

Time to make this venture official.

-Let's go. -Let's go.

I need to know how to delete a follower from Instagram.

Oh, what happened to your phone?

Dropped it. Can you just, please, delete Yvette?

Oh. Um…

Looks like she already deleted you.

Everything okay?

Hm.

Yeah, just don't sleep with the first cute guy you meet in a tabac, Emily.

Ladies and gentlemen from the press,

it is my pleasure to introduce to you

Marcello Muratori.

Thanks to my partner, Nicolas de Leon. Hm?

This is a big moment for us,

and I'd like to thank you all for being part of it.

This project has been very close to my heart,

to our hearts,

for a long time.

-Excuse me-- -Marcello Muratori?

Yeah. Sí.

You've been served.

Sorry.

I'm being sued for trademark infringement by my mother.

Oh my God, no.

- Noah. - I'm sorry.

This is not the right situation for me.

I should have listened to Ramona. Good luck.

- Um… - No--

Uh, no, we will not be taking any further questions.

Thank you.

No, no further questions.

Merci.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

You don't know what you're talking about.

You got her all worked up and this is what happens!

Do you know how humiliated I was?

Humiliating for you!

Shame on you!

Was that your mom?

My sister. My mother won't speak to me.

My family thinks I want to steal their business.

I don't want to steal from anyone else. All I want to do is create my own thing.

I know.

How am I going to find another designer?

No one is going to want to work with us now.

This might sound crazy, but what about the person who did these?

They're really good.

No.

Why?

That was me, I did those.

You?

My dad taught me how to sketch like he did.

He created all of the original Muratori designs.

Just like you.

You did these sketches, and you came up with the concept.

I mean…

We don't need to look for anyone else, okay?

You're the designer, Marcello.

No, Emily, I cannot do this.

-Yes, you can. -No.

Yes, you can.

I know you can.

♪ Ain't nothing new ♪

Double espresso coming up.

Get to work.

♪ There's nowhere ♪

♪ Nowhere else to go ♪

♪ No escape ♪

♪ No denial ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Where's your courage? ♪

♪ You always say ♪

♪ Life is just a game ♪

♪ Playing is okay ♪

♪ Until you lose ♪

♪ But mirrors don't lie ♪

♪ There's no other side ♪

♪ The answers are hiding ♪

♪ Deep within you ♪

♪ You always say ♪

♪ Life is just a game ♪

♪ Playing is okay ♪

♪ Until you lose ♪

♪ But mirrors don't lie ♪

♪ There's no other side ♪

♪ The answers are hiding ♪