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A toast.

To Paris!

Free once again!

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

And hear no more fucking German.

- Darling.
- You started without me.

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

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

Oh, the director
asked me to grow it out.

It's perfect for the role.

I want you to meet
my nephew André.

André.

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.

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.

You never said he
was so handsome.

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

He's all mine.

Besides, don't you have
a German boyfriend?

You dated a German?

Boys, never forget.

My heart is French, but
my ass is international.

Enough chitchat.

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

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.

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.

Coco, open the door.

- 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.
- 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.

Catherine!

Catherine!

Pardon.

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

- Uh-huh.
- Monsieur...

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.

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.

We shall see.

Someone you love is trapped.

I see a child with you.

Do you have a child?

No.

You're holding a child.

An infant.

I don't have a child.

I must go.

If you want to
finish another time...

you can find me here.

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.

- Yes.
- Baron Vaufreland being arrested.

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

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.

- Stop!
- Get out of the way!

Mademoiselle Chanel,

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

That's a lie.

I'd advise you to speak
with... 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.

Darling, no need for theatrics.

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

The car is waiting.

Vive la France! Vive la France!

Traitors!

Get them!

Shame on you!

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

Hey, look. There's another one!

- Help me! Help!
- Come here.

Move, move!

This is what you get for
consorting with the enemy.

- Oh, my God.
- Shame on you! Shame on you!

They are all women.

- Sleeping with the enemy.
- That's what you get!

- Traitor!
- Oh, my God.

Justice for the collaborators.

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?

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.

But they won't just
be seeing silly dolls.

They will be seeing themselves,

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

An exhibition of hope.

It is possible.

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?

What about including
Mademoiselle Chanel?

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

State your profession.

I beg your pardon?

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... lucky, I guess.

Luck?

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... 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?

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.

Now, when may I make that call?

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.

It's a good idea.

Yes, I'll alert him immediately.

- Sir.
- Yes?

Prime Minister Churchill
rang the Central London office

on Miss Chanel's behalf.

What?

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.

It's time.

We need you to make the
introduction to Chanel now.

All right, I understand.

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.

Welcome to France.

Welcome to you all.

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

We heard you were
brought in for questioning.

Thank you. 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... anywhere near you.

No, I'm all right, darling.

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.

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.

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.
- To Churchill.

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

Good afternoon.

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? Oh, my God.

I loathe the papers.

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

Not in the London Telegraph.

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!

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

her triumphant return.

I don't do press.

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.

It's best kept to that.

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.

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.

He's done his work.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm impressed.

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.

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.

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.

Lillian, did you hear
about the new fabric?

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

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.

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.

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.

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.
- 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.

No, no...

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

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.

Catherine! Catherine!

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?

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.

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.

Believe in yourself.

You can do it,
Christian. You can.

It will be wonderful.

I know you won't disappoint me.

Yes.

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.

All right, uh,
Oscar. I'll call him.

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.

Shame on you!

Consorting and
sleeping with the enemy.

- Betraying her country.
- She must pay.

- What should we do with her?
- Shave her head!

- What should we do with her?
- Shave her head!

Mademoiselle, they've
taken Arletty from the hotel.

- Traitor!
- Collaborator!

Vive la France!

- Consorting with the enemy.
- Vive la France!

This awfulness has to stop.

That's what you get!

- Shame on you!
- Traitor! Traitor!

Justice!

That's for your
international ass.

You get what you deserve.

She was... taken to a
work camp in Germany.

Ravensbrück.

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... 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!

Welcome.

- After you.
- Thank you.

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

- Would you care for a drink?
- Please.

Uh, terrible news about Arletty.

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

To not having your head shaved.

But, uh, what should
we make of them?

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

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.

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?

Muggeridge.

Muggeridge is MI6?
He's with her now.

Do I disgust you, André?

He's with her now.

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.

What are you referring to?

Oh, mademoiselle,
there are rumors

that you were involved
with a Nazi officer.

Rumors. 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.

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?

Call me in the morning.

We'll finish our
conversation on the record.

Madame Domenger
will see you out.

God, what's happening?

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...

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...

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.

I can't stay in
Paris any longer.

Oscar sounded desperate.

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

Good God.

It's not safe here anymore.

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.

Hello.

Oscar.

Oscar, I need you
to open the door.

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

Oscar, do you know
where she's headed?

Oscar, what the hell did you do?

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

Oscar. Damn it! Open the door.

We can hear you in there.

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

I've been waiting
for you, Christian.

Sit down.

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.

Yes. Oh.

How did you know
that would happen?

- Bye-bye.
- Thank you.

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.

All of the time.

Can you help me?

Ask the universe
what you want to know.

Is she alive?

Open your heart, Christian.

She's my sister.

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!

Catherine. Where are you?

Where are you?

Ask the universe
what you want to know.

Catherine!

Catherine! Where are you?

Are you alive?

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.