All language subtitles for The.New.Look.S01E06.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY

Catherine. There is a
softness in your name.

Perhaps you will not
be too much trouble.

You can help yourself
by talking to me.

And if you don't...

I will hurt you.

And I will not stop to hurt you

until you tell me everything.

Seventy-two hours without
rest. Don't you want to sleep?

If you don't speak to
me, this will never end.

There was a sixth student.

Tell me their name, or
you're going back in the ice.

- I have nothing to say to you!
- No, no, no...

No, no. You're safe.

You're safe. You're home.

No, no, no. No, it's me.

- It's me. It's Christian. It's Christian.
- Please! Please!

So you told them I was suing,
and they had nothing to say?

But you need to understand
what you have started here.

Started?

I didn't start it. I'm
going to ruin them.

- Coco...
- Pierre and Paul violated my contract

when they moved production of Chanel
No. 5 to America without my consent.

Behind my back.

That's for a court to decide.

This will be attack
and counterattack and...

Goddamn it, René. Are
you going to do your job,

or do I have to come back
home and do it for you?

I need money.

I have organized a lunch with the
wealthiest women in Switzerland.

If they like you, they will pay
you a lot of money to dress them.

Hi. Oh. Hello.

- Hello.
- Nice to meet you.

You too.

- Hello. Nice to meet you.
- Hello. How are you?

- Have they not seated you?
- No, not yet.

Sorry. Uh, seat us
all at my table, please.

Certainly, mademoiselle.
And may I have a quick word?

Yes?

Mademoiselle, your account...

I don't have time to discuss this,
hmm? You have my word. I will pay.

Please now, this is an
important lunch. Step aside.

Tell me, how is André faring?

Oh, he and Gabrielle arrived in Paris a
few days ago. His treatment has begun.

Oh. Fingers crossed.

Those two are all I have left.

I love them more
than the world itself.

Do you have a photo?

My grandchildren are here.

How lovely.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Th-Their
portraits are getting framed.

Oh.

I must ask, who is that lady?

What lady?

The woman in the far corner
staring at you since we sat down.

Coco, darling. Hello.

- She's waving at you.
- It's been too long.

Oh, her?

Darling, Coco.
I can't believe it.

- Coco! Coco!
- Seems insistent.

Yes, she is, isn't she? Yes.

Everyone's watching. You'd
better go over and say hello.

Catherine is dehydrated
and exhausted.

You need to feed her simple foods,
because she most likely has ulcers.

Okay, but there's...
Something else is wrong.

She... She often doesn't know
who I am or where she is...

Yeah, but starvation and malnutrition,
you know, the effects are complicated.

We're seeing multiple symptoms in
those who have returned from the camps,

and in some cases, there is
amnesia caused by trauma.

But her memory will return?

Most likely.

Although it is essential
that she'd not be pushed.

Make sure she rests.

Monsieur Dior,

Catherine has suffered greatly.

Starvation can drive people mad.

It is an excruciating pain.

It really damages the body
but also the mind, the spirit.

What can I do?

Just give her time.

Take it slowly, please.

I'll check on her again
every couple of days.

Limit visitors. Best to
have none if you can.

I don't want her
to see me worried.

You have your meeting
with Vigouroux now.

Oh, I can't go.
It's... It's impossible.

I can manage here.

No. I... I would never have
made a leap if I'd have known

that she was going
to return. It's a miracle.

Yes, it is.

And Monsieur Boussac giving
you this chance is also a miracle.

Christian, don't waste it.

Catherine is home now.

That's the important thing.

You should be proud of yourself.

So please go.

- You must do what's good for you.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go.

- Hello.
- Have I reached

the home of Christian Dior?

- Yes. This is the Dior residence.
- Has Catherine returned?

- I'm sorry, Catherine?
- Yes,

- I would like to speak to her, please.
- No, it's not possible.

- Are you sure? Uh...
- No, I'm sorry.

You wouldn't believe the
trouble I had getting out of Madrid.

I mean, those people
at the British Embassy,

every one of them, all they cared
about was where I'd been, what I knew.

So many questions. It
was really quite exhausting.

Sounds tedious.

Tedious? No, it
was absolute torture.

Yes, well, you made
it out in one piece.

That's all that matters.

Tell me, why are you here?

Oh. It's lunchtime.

I would have thought

that London would be a more
desirable place for you to visit.

Well, after our little tango in Madrid,
I, um... I was labeled a traitor, you see.

And my family in England,
they all disowned me.

So, now I'm all yours, you know.

Lucky me.

Tell me what it's like here.

All these Swiss
people seem so...

rich.

Don't get any ideas, Elsa.

What ideas?

I'm trying to keep a low
profile. You should as well.

It's still dangerous.

Is the French
government after you?

Lower your voice.

Sorry. Sorry.

Coco.

If you want me to keep
quiet about what I know,

why don't you just make sure
I get what you promised me?

Oh, there it is. This
is about money.

Darling, you said it yourself
in Madrid, it's just money.

That's what you told me
when... when Spatz spent it all.

You said, "I can get more."
And-And... And then...

then you compared my
heart and soul to a tablecloth.

I didn't mean that.

Just look after me, yeah?

It could be sealed with a kiss.

Congratulations are
definitely in order.

This venture, your house...

I'm not well informed as to what
you said to Monsieur Boussac,

but he has never before invested
this much money in any one individual.

Well, it's an honor.

Have you told Lelong yet?

He must be beside himself
that you're leaving him.

Not yet. But I will.

But you must do it immediately.

Christian, we have to
finish the paperwork.

Hire the tailors, the seamstress.
Hire the models, the staff.

Find the location.
Location is crucial.

Boussac wants
something larger than life.

I was thinking something a little
more intimate, more personal,

something that expresses my desire
to dress a few women exquisitely.

Of course. But it still needs
to be on a grand scale.

And Boussac will want something
more than a few women dressed.

I'm sure you know that.

Ah.

But... I will
need a little time.

- I'm not sure whether you know, but...
- Your sister is back from the horrors.

Yes. It-It... It's wonderful,
Christian. How is she?

She's adjusting, but
it will take a little time.

- It's an amazing feat.
- Mm-hmm.

Go home and take care of
Catherine as best you can.

Thank you, Georges.

But as your business partner,

you should know that Boussac
is not a very patient man.

He has his own timetable.

I understand. I am grateful.

Don't be concerned.

Well, I am concerned.

Is it true? She's here?

Yes, she's here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I, um... I have to see her.

Hervé, she's weak.
It's best to wait.

No, no, no. I must talk to her.

And you will soon.

Not today. She-She-She's
too confused.

Did she ask about me?

Did she ask about me?

She's suffering from amnesia.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I have to see her.

Catherine.

I thought I'd lost you.

It all sounds...

It's so foolish to say anything.

Okay, let's let her rest.

Please.

Just a moment.

She knows I'm here.

I thought I'd lost you.

Look, we can't be on the
streets for the next 72 hours.

And don't worry. We'll
leave immediately after that.

We will sneak out
Jean after it is dark,

and then we will all leave.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Okay?

Take my hand, Catherine.

Tell me the name
of the other student,

and all this will stop.

Take my hand.

- Yes? Hello.
- I have good news, Monsieur Dior.

Uh, forgive me. Who is this?

This is your destiny calling.

I have identified the perfect
location for your new atelier.

Georges Vigouroux will call you
later and set up an appointment

to see the location
for the atelier.

Oh, Mr. Boussac. Um, Georges
knows I-I... I need another day or two.

Monsieur Dior,

I am unflinching in my desire
to turn your vision into a reality,

but you have to do your part.

This is a business, after all.

Yes, I know. And...
believe me, I'm very grateful.

Good. Then all that needed
to be said already has been.

War is ending, Monsieur Dior.

It's time for life
to begin anew.

You know, it's unusual
for me to feel hopeful.

And yet, somehow,
you made that happen.

Have you heard
from the Wertheimers?

- Not yet.
- This is ridiculous.

I'm going to ruin them.

You need to
understand something.

- Nothing can come back to haunt us.
- What are you talking about?

If you are going to go to
war with the Wertheimers,

then all the skeletons are
going to come out of the closet.

Now, is there anything
you haven't told me?

Huh?

No. No. There is, uh, nothing.

Any secrets that I
don't know about?

Stop asking the same question.

If you don't call them today
and demand a reply, I will!

Oh, dear. Sounds
like you're in trouble.

Don't start, Elsa.

All the things I have
in life, I earned them.

I built the House of
Chanel from nothing.

And Chanel No. 5, I
invented it. I brought it to them.

And now they think they can
get away with stealing it from me.

Who wants to steal it from you?

Pierre Wertheimer and
his stupid brother Paul.

They aren't gonna get away
with it. I will get what I'm owed.

Good. I'm all in favor of people
getting what they're owed.

Myself included.

Looks like it's going to be
quite a good party tonight.

Did you get your invitation?

Mm-mmm. My invitation? No. Why?

All the hotel guests are invited.
I got given one at the front desk.

We're not going to the party.

Why not? Let's see
what it says, shall we?

"Distinguished guests
and future friends"...

Oh, that's quite
sweet. Kind of flattering.

"After so many years
with nothing to celebrate"...

True.

"You are cordially invited to come
and raise a glass to life with us

today anytime from
4:00 p.m. to midnight."

We don't know these people.

Actually, I think you do.

What?

"Looking forward to
making your acquaintance,

Mr. and Mrs. Pierre Wertheimer."

Very funny.

That's what it says here.

That is not a coincidence.

Ah. That's why he
hasn't responded.

You see, he's playing
games, but this is war.

I need guidance.

Something's not right.

It's just... Catherine is gone.

I knew she would be changed,
but she's unrecognizable.

- To whom?
- To me.

I... I don't know what to do.

I keep imagining... the things
she must have gone through,

and...

the scenarios that... that I
see in... in my mind are so...

They're merciless
and, um, so bleak.

Hmm?

Do you feel she blames you?

I blame me.

It's safer for you if I leave.

And... And I can stay
with the other students.

It's safer for all of us.

Our reports now
confirm that, um,

all five students will be executed
at the Balard shooting range.

Catherine, I need you to
deliver some messages, okay?

Please don't send her.

We have to try.

I understand.

Bring me to Catherine.

Thank you.

When we get inside the party,
let me take the lead, hmm?

I don't care.

You can talk to Pierre as
much as you want. He's married.

I'm looking for
someone more available.

Hello.

Want a drink?

No?

Okay, thank you.

And if anyone asks how
you and I know each other,

just tell them we're
old friends. Hmm?

From before the war.

Whatever you do, don't mention
any of the more complicated issues.

No complicated
issues like Madrid.

- You know what I mean, right?
- Yes, I certainly do.

I'm just here visiting one
of my dearest friends in life.

That's all there is to it.

Name?

You know me. Please step aside.

I do apologize, mademoiselle. We
need to confirm all names on the list.

Coco Chanel.

I'm sorry, mademoiselle. There
is no Coco Chanel on the list.

Oh. I have mine.

Oh. "Miss Elsa Lombardi."

Yes. Your name is right here.

- So good to see you this evening.
- You too.

- Please. Right this way.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Well, what about her? Aren't
all the hotel guests invited?

Almost all. Hmm.

Mr. Wertheimer personally
approved the guest list.

Well, I'm sure it's just been
some sort of mix-up or something.

I'll see you in there, darling.

This isn't acceptable.
I'm going in.

No, no.

Not you. You don't
have an invitation.

Now, look here.

Please, mademoiselle.

I don't want to
have to call security.

Don't you touch me, you
tiny, little beast of a man.

Mademoiselle, this
is a private party.

You're welcome to dine with the
other guests that weren't invited.

I will have you fired for this.

Worth it.

Here you go.

Here. I'll give it a try.

Pathetic.

Welcome, everyone. I
am Pierre Wertheimer.

It is so good you are all here

to celebrate the new chapter of
prosperity and peace in our world.

Please raise a glass to all of
us who have gathered here.

Cheers.

Pierre.

It's a shame you
couldn't come to my party.

Did you have trouble getting in?

Oh, you mean the
fabulous party you just left

so that you could
come talk to me?

Yes, that one. I apologize
for your lack of invitation.

So my brother and
I got your little letter.

The one threatening to sue us.

Quite articulate actually.
Almost professional.

I'll make sure you give
me what you owe me.

Yeah, I think not.

That little stunt you pulled invoking
the Aryan laws to force us out.

We can push the button anytime

on spreading the
word about that.

Not to mention your
many nights at the Ritz

spent entertaining those
goose-stepping clowns.

I've heard enough.

Don't walk away from
me when I'm talking to you.

Then stop talking.

I'm suing you.

You've made a fortune out
of my name and fragrance.

Twenty years we've been
doing business together,

and now you think
you can steal from me?

I'll see you in court.

You and your pathetic brother.

That will never happen.
We won't allow it.

You owe me, you fucking idiot!

We made a deal. You, me
and my brother. A good one.

You knew what you were getting
into, and we kept our end of the bargain.

You got your 10%. I don't know
why you keep complaining about it.

- Because you tricked me!
- By backing you? Believing in you?

Get serious.

The truth is, you couldn't even see
the potential of your own business.

Sure, you take
credit for it now,

but back then you were
more than happy to pass it off

so you could go party
with your idiot friends.

Liar. You dirty, stinking liar!

Admit it. Admit it.

You gave your business to a pair of Jews
because you knew we would make you rich.

That's all you
people are good at.

What did you just say?

You heard me.

Money, money, money.
All you are is money.

Excuse me.

This conversation isn't over.

You never understood me,
Pierre, and you never will.

Enjoy your party.

You are returned.

You are returned.

Your body is here.

But your spirit is elsewhere.

- I don't think I want to continue.
- That's how I felt. And then it happened.

Madame Delahaye
saw you in a vision.

- She saw me?
- Yes.

She knew that you would return.

It's not possible.

There is no meaning
to this, to any of it.

I see you there now.

You are in so much pain.

Everyone was suffering.

But there's someone
else with you.

They tortured us alone.

That's not what I
see in the bathroom.

What do you know
about that bathroom?

No. You took their hand.

Take my hand.

They helped you survive.

Here you are alone.

- But there...
- That's enough.

Your brother has
brought you to me

so that I might bring some
solace to a troubled heart.

There was someone with
you. You took their hand.

Christian.

Get out of here.

- I'm so sorry for what you went through...
- Come, Madame Delahaye.

- My dear - Another time.
- And thank you so much.

Christian, get her out of here.

I'm so sorry.

Sophie.

Sophie!

Monsieur?

Did Monsieur Dior say he's not coming?
We are scheduled to visit properties.

I don't believe so.

- Cancel the appointment.
- All right, monsieur.

Monsieur Boussac
will not be pleased.

Catherine.

She was just trying to help
you. We all just want to help you.

Help me?

You cannot help me.

But you're home.

You're here now with us.
You have to be here with us.

Just let me help you.

It's my fault, what
happened to Jean.

I should never have asked
him to leave this apartment.

He was safe here.

You must forgive yourself. It
was an impossible situation.

Monsieur? Mademoiselle?

I wanted to come see you. I
heard you were not doing well.

- I called earlier.
- No.

- I wanted to speak to you.
- No. No visitors.

It's not a good time,
young man. Please.

I've seen your face before.

How do I know you?

Um, I was a friend of Jean.
I heard that you were home.

Would you do me the favor
of coming with me, please?

There is something
I need to show you.

Catherine, you are...
you are in no condition.

Sir, I think it's important.

Of course.

It's just over here.

This is where they are.

They?

Yes, Jean and the others.

There were six of us total.

We set up a... a small printing
press in my grandmother's house

and started distributing
anti-Nazi leaflets.

In the beginning, it seemed
like it wouldn't matter.

But it grew. The
Resistance grew.

And then it caught the
attention of the Nazi counterparts.

When all five of my friends
were taken by the Nazis,

I thought for sure
I would be next.

But then no one came for me.

And the next day, I was safe.

And my family was safe.

And the day after that too.

And that's when I knew my
friends would not name me.

My friends did not break,
and you did not break.

I do not know how you kept
silent through all the torture.

I'm here to say thank you.

I owe you my life.

You gave me a second
chance to live again.

I will take you home
when you are ready.

I remember now.

I can remember now.

At the camp people couldn't believe
how brave I was to survive the torture.

- But it wasn't bravery...
- that kept me from talking.

It wasn't courage.

I remember now.

It was you... Christian.

It's okay.

I'm so tired.

I wish they would kill me.

Dying is easy.

Only you know
what you should do.

Do you hear me?
Who are you talking to?

I have nothing to say to you!

Get her! Get her!

No!

No!

Sorry to bother you.

No bother, Christian.

I just, um... I wanted to tell you
I'm sorry for missing our meeting,

and I will be there tomorrow
and every day thereafter.

- I need to be able to count on you.
- I won't let you down.

We'll make something great
together. You, me and Boussac.

It's rare, you know.

What is?

To get a second chance in life.

Second chance?

Yes. I have been
given a second chance.

I think we all have.

Find your own room, Elsa.

I'm not in the mood
for your bullshit.

For Christ's sake.

- What do you want?
- You're absolutely right.

I've never understood you.

- Pierre.
- But I want to.

Tonight.

Get on your knees.

Coco, please.

It's not me. It's my brother.

Oh.

So then be a good boy, hmm?

And pay me my fucking money.