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CROWD CHATTERS

MAN: Look, there's the car! - WOMAN: There she is!

MAN: Here she comes!

CROWD CHEERS

WOMAN: Oh, she's so beautiful!

WOMAN: I can't believe ifs really her!

I'll admit I'm pleasantly surprised.

As am I. What a turnout!

Did you expect anything less?

Like I always say, style knows no boundaries.

Still, it's nice to be reminded how much I'm adored.

Indeed. - Mademoiselle.

CROWD CHATTERS

WOMAN: Coco! Over here!

GUNSHOT - MAN: Get down! Get down!

CROWD SCREAMS

Are you alright? - Mon dieu, Edmund!

Phillippe, dépéche-tol!

COCO: What do you mean you still have no lead?

If this was Paris

the Garde would already have caught the madman

who dared to shoot at Coco Chanel.

COCO: I cannot waste another second.

I've got a fashion show to prepare for!

Um, excuse me?

Uh... - Our'?

Um... Miss Chanel.

I beg your pardon.

Um, I couldn't help but overhear your squabble

just now, and...

I was wondering that if by any chance

uh, you might be interested in an alternative means

of investigation...

I might know someone who can help you.

Go on.

"A bullet was some greeting for France's famed designer.

The entire fashion world is on tenterhooks.

What will be next?"

Well, leave it to Lipstick to sensationalise the story.

Perhaps now you understand my predicament?

I do, but...

a high-profile figure like yourself?

I would have thought the coppers would be all over this...

I'll be six feet under

before your "coppers" find this madman.

I take it they're not making much progress.

Zero. Perhaps if they loosened their belts more oxygen would reach their brains.

I fear some would need to lose their pants entirely

before we saw any improvement.

I have no confidence in them.

So, will you take the case?

Of course. - Merci.

Just one question.

Why do you have more confidence in me?

If there's one thing I've learned over the years, Miss Drake

ifs that I can always trust a woman in pants.

So, you came to Toronto at Mr Eaton's request?

Precisely, to put on a fashion show of my latest line

a collection of petites robes

little dresses for all purposes

that every modern woman should own.

They're beautiful.

Do they breed enemies?

One doesn't become queen of Paris couture

without amassing a few enemies.

Even in Toronto?

Fashion travels the world, Miss Drake.

Fair enough.

Now, before the shooting, did you notice anything unusual?

Only a crowd of adoring fans.

Not all adoring, I'm afraid.

In the photograph in the paper

you were being escorted out of the car by two gentlemen.

I'd like to talk to them, if possible.

COCO: If you think it will help.

Phillippe LeDuc, Frankie Drake.

COCO: Notre propre détective privée.

Enchanté. - Oh.

You are Coeds...

Business associate.

Phillippe was a procurement officer in the French army.

He sources fabrics for me of the highest quality.

He has excellent taste.

Coco's key to success is the quality of her designs

not her fabrics.

Edmund Robinson.

My generous supporter and other war hero.

Twenty-third Division.

Of course, we all served our country in the Great War.

Some, however, were leaders of men.

COCO: Come now, gentleman.

Miss Drake is here to investigate the shooting.

Did either of you notice anything unusual?

Unfortunately, I was too busy trying to avoid a bullet.

I was completely focused on getting Coco to safety.

I don't understand.

How will talking to Edmund and Phillippe help you find this madman?

Well, you do your job, and I'll do mine.

Excellent idea.

I'll start by looking at the scene of the shooting

but I'd like to plant someone in here to keep an eye on things.

And who might that be?

I have just the person.

This is so exciting!

I finally get to see you work a case first-hand!

Just don't let it get out, Dot.

How long have we been friends?

You know I'm a vault.

One question though...

where do you keep your gun?

Shh! - DOT GIGGLES

So, who are these seamstresses?

Any of them arrive here from Paris with Coco?

Oh, no. Everyone here works for Mr Eaton.

Coco's line was mostly finished when we arrived.

We're all here on hand for mostly alterations and fittings.

Who's the new girl?

Um, Ruth, this is my...

Apprentice. Trudy.

She'll be assisting with the show.

I'm very excited to be here.

Someone dressed for the occasion.

How very voguish for a lowly seamstress.

Oh, this! Well, it's a Dot original.

She's made my dresses for years.

She's got a great talent. - You don't say.

Well, now. Best get back to work.

Why don't I help you get started?

It's a tad grainy, but based on this photograph

when the shot was fired, Coco was standing right about here.

Actually, I would say it would be more like... here.

MARY: And what makes you think Coco was standing here?

FRANKIE: It would have to be.

Let's look around.

Right. Right'

Because of the proximity of that lamp post.

I don't know how I missed that!

Looks like the bullet landed here

which means that the shot

would have been fired from the fifth or sixth floor

of that building. - Are you sure?

The police seem fairly certain that the shooter was on the roof.

Well... agree to disagree.

Uh, yeah.

Oh, watch out!

I'll admit I pictured it differently.

Are all fashion show preparations this intense?

You're confusing intensity with fear.

Oh?

Since you're working for her, you should probably know

Coco doesn't handle disappointment very well.

Or at all. - Wow.

It's positively sinful!

Do you know all the models have been instructed to wear these?

If you ask me, she's trying to turn women into boys!

You're living in a different era, Ruth.

I simply think a woman should design for a woman's body.

You know, I don't exactly disagree.

There's something undeniably feminine

about the Victorian silhouette. - RUTH: I couldn't agree more.

Perhaps we have more in common than I thought.

Wow. That's commitment to the cause.

Someone has to take a stand before things get too dire.

Besides, what's so awful about a good solid corset?

Oh! Pardon me, miss. - Excuse me! So sorry.

You know, it's awfully nervy

coming into a bustling building during prime business hours

and firing a rifle.

So you think the shooter holed himself up in here?

It's a possibility.

Mary, take a look at this.

All I see is this little groove...

It's the perfect spot to brace the barrel of a rifle.

Now we just need to find the casing.

So, are you saying the shooter was positioned like this'?

More like...

Right, because of that sign post.

That's a pretty steep incline, which means“.

Uh, uh...! Do you think you should be doing that?

Probably not.

Ah!

Bingo.

The shell casing!

Mary... look at that.

Hey, what do you know about Ruth?

I've known her for years.

I'll admit she's a bit of a curmudgeon.

I noticed.

Didn't start out that way.

How so?

She was a corset maker.

One of the best in the city.

Even had one of her own shops. - Really?

Mm.

Well, ifs because she can pass.

Oh...

Then overnight, she became obsolete

even lost her shop, all because of a peasant girl from Paris.

So Chanel loosened the waistline and put Ruth out of business.

And now she's sewing hems for Coco Chanel. Just imagine.

Well, why do it? - Girl's gotta make a living.

Haven't you ever worked for somebody you didn't like?

Never long enough to let it fester.

Let something stew long enough. somethings bound to boil over.

You're not saying that Ruth-- - I'm not saying anything.

FRANKIE: Agh, it seems this board has been pried up before.

Look at the space down there.

It's just right.

Perfect fit for a rifle.

So after the shooting, they stashed the rifle in here.

Why?

So they could walk out of here clean.

But the rifle's gone now.

Right. They came back to pick it up once the heat died down.

Oh...

What kind of flower delivery guy delivers flowers

and keeps the box?

Frankie!

Oh, damn it!

He strolled right out of here with the rifle in that flower box, didn't he?

Did you get a good look at him? - I got a look at him.

Chances are someone like that has had a brush with the law before

so maybe you'll find his face in the mug book.

OK. I'll take a look. - I'm gonna check in with Trudy.

Did you see this? - What?

"More Coco Controversy.

Toronto coppers deemed inadequate.

Fashion designer hires Pl."

These Lipstick articles aren't getting any local fans.

Mary and I saw the gunman. - Really?

He used a Lee-Enfield rifle.

One of the most common Allied weapons used during the war.

Doesn't really narrow things down. Anything else?

He posed as a flower delivery man. - Sounds like a professional.

So, who's the client? - Well, it could be anyone.

Her own seamstress-es seem to fear her at best.

And at worst? - Well, one of them, Ruth

she disapproves of just about everything Coco represents.

Enough to want her dead?

I wouldn't rule her out. - WOMAN SCREAMS

Seigneur...

Mes créations! - COCO GASPS

Ah!

EDMUND: For God's sake, read the tea leaves!

F! a raison, Coco. It's time to go back to Paris!

Ca suffit!

It takes more than a badly-aimed bullet and a few flames

to stop Coco Chanel!

Whether it takes all day and all night

to make new dresses...

the fashion show will go on!

Coco, do you not...?

Whoever tried to kill Coco seems bent on ruining her.

And had access to the atelier.

Someone from her inner circle.

Did you see anyone in here alone?

Ruth and Dot were the last to leave before lunch

apart from Edmund and Phillippe.

Everything is destroyed! You will never finish in time.

Faster! Faster!

You keep an eye on Dot and Ruth.

I'm gonna look into Coco's supposed business associates.

There's something else going on there.

Is it too unreasonable to expect that a garment

bearing the Chanel name be crafted professionally?

Throw that away and start over.

She's merciless.

Coco has exacting standards.

She specifically requested ten identical stitches per inch.

See?

It's hard to believe you do that by hand.

It's perfect.

Perfection is a Coco requirement.

Haven't you ever thought about getting your own line into stores?

Mr Eaton might even help you out.

I didn't just think about it, I actually approached Mr Eaton.

You did? - I told him I wanted to design

elegant dresses for regular gals

who couldn't afford haute couture.

Mr Eaton said it was a terrific idea. But then...

What? - The deal fell through.

Just like that? - It wasn't meant to be.

Well, if you ask me

Mr Eaton doesn't know what he's missing out on.

PHONE RINGS

Desk Sergeant?

OK. OK, wait. I'll be right there.

Here we go!

PHONE RINGS - SHE GASPS

Desk Sergeant?

Fine.

C 'es! affreux.

None of these. Only white!

I want the stage bathed in white silk.

How will my dresses stand out

if the audience can barely distinguish them from the busy stage dressing?

Simpllcité est la cle' de Félégance.

FRANKIE: Mains Nest mieux.

You speak French.

I spent a little time in Paris.

I made some very good friends.

I have a feeling you and I are cut from the same clothing.

I think you mean cloth.

Peu imports.

I admire a woman who can pave the way for her own destiny.

Well, we have to make our own way.

Of course, even a self-made woman

could use a little assistance from time to time.

I've noticed that Phillippe and Edmund

are very attentive associates.

Very.

What led to their interest in haute couture?

They are businessmen.

They understand the benefits of a good investment.

You're sleeping with both of them, aren't you?

But of course.

Well, that is an important detail that you failed to mention.

Is it of any consequence?

Well, in my experience, love triangles breed jealousy.

And jealousy can be very dangerous.

I think you misunderstand the nature of this triangle.

Do n

Oh, the arrangement's quite simple.

When I met Coco, she was still Gabrielle Chanel

and soon after, I invited her to live with me.

It was my good friend Edmund who introduced me to Coco.

EDMUND: Not to boast. but a great deal of her success

is in fact owed to me.

Edmund was very generous

but nobody recognised her genius the way I did.

What is genius, after all, without the funds to nurture it?

More than any money, Coco needed someone to believe in her.

EDMUND: What Coco needed was freedom

to let her creative contemplations run wild.

My chéteau proved the ideal location.

PHILLIPPE: The chéteau started to feel a tad...

restrictive for Coco.

She's no prisoner. Coco does as Coco pleases.

After all, the only thing I want...

The only thing I've ever wanted...

BOTH: ls for Coco to be happy.

Of course Edmund and Phillippe make me happy

but they have little to do with my professional success.

That's interesting. They told a very different story.

You know men. they can't help themselves.

They take credit for absolutely everything.

I would tell a different story.

And what would that be?

After my mother died

my dear aunts took me under their wings.

It was they who taught me the art of sewing.

But I thought you were raised by nuns.

Why would you think that?

After I took the case, I did some research on you.

Is that so?

Your mother died when you were 11 years old.

Your father placed you in an orphanage in Aubazine.

You were raised by the sisters

of the Congregation of the Sacred Heart of Mary.

That's far too sad.

I prefer my version of the story.

Your "aunts" taught you how to sew.

But I took it from there.

My success rests on the strength of my imagination,

And what about Edmund and Phillippe?

Mere passengers on my journey.

Nobody but myself paved the way for Coco Chanel.

But the men amuse me greatly

so I am happy for them to come along for the ride.

You should have heard them, their pretence was spectacular.

Hard to believe they run the most successful fashion house

in the world and still have the energy for affairs.

I don't think they view it as an affair.

So it's basically one big happy threesome?

That's what they're saying. - But?

I don't buy it. Someone in Coco's inner circle is out to gather.

We need to find a way in.

DOOR CLOSES - Listen to this!

"Coco's Dresses as Inflammatory as her Conduct.

For all of her haughtiness

Coco is still the one getting justifiably burned."

Boy. these Lipstick articles have not been kind to Coco.

It's a compelling read, though. I quite like the fire motif in this one.

That's fair. She does have a way with words.

And gossip. These dresses were only burned a few hours ago.

Oh, Lipstick gets around.

Gossip finds a way of reaching her quickly.

Too quickly.

Someone on the inside is tipping Lipstick off.

To what end?

Well, they've taken a shot at Coco, they've burned her dresses

and now they're planting malicious gossip. - You know what it is, gals?

It's character assassination

on top of a real assassination attempt.

So, Flo”.

How does one reach Lipstick?

Oh! You see, Frankie, she's got this box.

FLO CHUCKLES

GREYSON: Drake.

Detective Greyson. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Are you behind this?

What are you talking about? - Hm.

"Apparently, Coco doesn't think that Toronto's police force

is up to snuff." It goes on at length.

And then...

"ls Miss Drake making progress

where our inadequate coppers fell short?"

It's quite a way of drumming up business, isn't it?

Are you suggesting that, on top of solving cases

for my clients, I'm also ghostwriting a gossip column?

No, that would be hard to believe. but you could be passing her tips.

Well, if that's what you really think perhaps there's some truth to what Lipstick said

about our "inadequate coppers."

Cute.

I don't know who Lipstick is any more than you do.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.

Yeah, I bet you do.

STREETCAR BELL RINGS

BOTH GASP - Nora?

Frankie? - I should have known.

Why are you always popping up where no one wants you?

You're Lipstick? - Shh!

A little discretion for your mother, if you don't mind.

Listen, I got a hot tip on a high-profile clandestine rendezvous

that's about to go down and I wanna make sure I capture every juicy detail...

Wait a minute.

There is no clandestine rendezvous, is there? - Not unless you count this as one.

I knew it was too good to be true.

Alright, congratulations. you've lured me here.

What do you want?

Well, you wrote about me in your last two articles.

And not particularly kindly, I might add.

What? Oh.

Blame your father for that.

He should've taught you to have thicker skin.

Well, I guess he was busy being a single parent.

He wasn't a saint! He was a grifter, like me.

Really? ls this why you tricked me into coming here?

Who's feeding you the dirt on Coco Chanel?

A journalist never reveals her sources.

Good thing you're not a journalist.

You're a gossip columnist. - That is elitist!

I'm giving the people what they want.

By the way, is Coco really as tyrannical as she seems?

Shouldn't you already know the answer to that

before writing these damning articles about her?

Frankie, why be such a stick in the mud? Nobody likes this.

Nobody takes my stuff seriously.

It's a bunch of time-tattle. - Somebody has it out

for Coco and I think it's your source.

I so wish I could help.

Fine. - Fine.

I thought you would want in on the action.

I'm getting my notes from the seamstress.

So, it's one of the seamstresses who's been feeding Lipstick the dirt.

Then it's Ruth. It has to be.

Some tips that were left in her drop box.

What is it?

This handwriting...

I recognise it. - You do?

It's Dot's.

Don't be ridiculous.

I do not have the time nor the energy to be spreading petty gossip.

Are you sure?

Maybe you wanted to knock her down a few pegs?

SHE SCOFFS That's preposterous.

I've known you long enough to know your own handwriting, Dot.

What's going on, Dot?

SHE SIGHS

That magazine makes her out to be some kind of grand saviour.

The fashion world's Joan of Arc.

So you wanted everyone to know the real Coco.

You fed Lipstick the inside scoop.

But why? What's in it for you?

Does it have something to do with your clothing line pitch with Mr Eaton?

Of course not.

TRUDY: Dot...

I had a line of ready-to-wear dresses all set to go.

Mr Eaton was gonna co-sign a loan for me.

But nothing happened.

You blame Coco?

Negotiations mysteriously fell through the moment she showed up.

That woman came from nothing.

You'd think she'd sympathise with the little people.

And what about the shooting? The fire?

You think I had something to do with that?

Well, you were one of the last people in here before the fire started.

And you could have just as easily hired

the shooter as anyone else. - You know me, Trudy.

You know I'm a God-fearing woman.

Frankly, I'm offended by the accusation.

If you'll excuse me.

TRUDY SIGHS

I don't know, Frankie. It doesn't make sense.

Dot's line is ready-to-wear

and Coco's haute couture.

Technically, they're not in any competition.

So why would Coco have her line cancelled?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Dot is convinced that you sabotaged her deal with Mr Eaton.

Respectfully, why would I care?

Well, that is a very good question.

For what it's worth, I believe you.

Look, I have to consider all possibilities.

It's my job. - And this is my job

which I'm not doing particularly well.

Look at this mess!

Coco will have my head.

Not if she never knows about it.

I'll dispose of the evidence.

Gently! That chiffon is pure silk!

SHE SIGHS

I have barely even spoken to Mr Eaton.

That's Phillippe's job.

If anyone cancelled anything, it was him.

Non! Non! Non, non, non, non, non! (Test pas vrai!

Frankie. You might want to see this.

FRANKIE: So, this is what's left of Coco's burnt dresses?

TRUDY: What's left of something, anyway.

The rule to Coco's dresses

is ten identical stitches per inch.

But look at this.

It looks pretty close to me.

I've seen this woman in action.

"Pretty close" doesn't cut it.

I don't think these are Coco's dresses. I think they're imitations.

OK, why don't you take these swatches to Flo, see if she can confirm that they're fake.

OK.

What did she find?

If somethings going on in my atelier

I demand to know about it!

There's nothing to report. At least not yet.

Then why was your partner rushing out so quickly?

Well, she's following up on a lead, but as soon as we have anything concrete

you'll be the first to know.

I hate feeling like this.

I get it.

You're used to being in control.

This is unsettling.

It's not just the loss of control, Frankie.

Would it shock you terribly to hear me say...

I'm a little bit afraid?

It would shock rne more to hear if you weren't'

Everybody thinks I'm fearless

but don't be fooled.

Fear can easily be disguised.

All it takes is a pretty dress and a simple hat.

Perhaps it doesn't always need to be disguised.

Never show weakness.

It's always been my survival technique.

And are you starting to question its effectiveness?

Possibly.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, Coco.

You have my word.

I expect no less.

FLO: Yep, there's no doubt about it.

I'm definitely seeing both flat-twisted ribbons

and scaly corkscrew patterns on this swatch.

It's a blended fabric.

Did the dress flare up quickly?

Well, one minute, it's hanging neatly

and then the next, the entire row went ablaze.

As I suspected.

It's a wool-cotton blend.

Wool burns slowly, but it's quite difficult to ignite

so if there were any real flames, it was from the cotton.

OK, well, one thing's for sure

Coco Chanel's real dresses were not made of blended fabric.

She's a 100% wool jersey type of lady.

That's a type now?

Mm-hmm.

So, why would someone burn fake dresses and steal Coco's originals?

To sell them?

That seems like an awful lot of trouble to go to

for whatever a handful of dresses might be worth.

Yeah, well, there's a real market for high fashion at low prices.

So, someone stole them to copy the pattern

to make cheap Chanel knock-offs?

I know a lot of gals who would kill for a Chanel dress

even if it was a knock-off.

Wouldn't those dresses fall in the ready-to-wear category?

Yeah. Dot's line would have stood in direct competition to that.

So maybe Phillippe had it cancelled

to knock off Coco's dresses

so he could sell them to Eaton's?

It's a theory.

But how do we prove it?

I have an idea.

Gin.

Cheater. You're a cheater.

SHE SCOFFS

The poor sap bought into the story hook, line and sinker

contacted "Ambrosia" for a meeting almost as soon as the paper hit the stands.

I will admit this Lipstick gig of yours is proving useful.

What, your mother's good for something after all?

Don't let it go to your head.

With you around, how could I possibly? Alright.

I'm going in. It's show time!

Nora. About your accent...

What? - Mains c'est mieux.

No comprendo. - Less is more.

Oh, aren't you the expert?

Thanks for the tip, Gloria Swanson.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Come with me. There's something I would like your opinion on.

It happened last week. a little perplexing to me.

Oh, Detective Greyson. What are you doing here?

That's my desk. What are you doing here?

Well, I just received a rather troubling call

from one of my fellow morality officers.

Really? - How troubling, you might ask?

Well... - You're gonna tell me.

It seems that she was approaching a rather questionable individual

when the reprobate ran off at full speed.

So, are you saying to me--

That someone who runs from a morality officer is someone with something to hide?

Well, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.

Officer Shaw-- - So...

I offered to see if I could match

her visual description... - Officer.

With one of our mug shot photos.

That book is reserved for--

Because I, for one, will not stand to see one of my sisters

so callously disrespected.

HE SIGHS Take the book.

Just make sure that it lands back on my desk.

PHILLIPPE: Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Madame Rose.

Please, call rne Ambrosia.

May I?

Ah, oui!

This prohibition business is absolutely barbaric.

I couldn't agree more.

When I read about you in this paper

I was struck.

Your ideas about the future of fashion were spot on.

Well, I stand by every word.

In the old days, only the elite were worried about fashion

but times are changing.

It's no different in Paris. - Yeah, all these new women

they wanna dress like Coco Chanel

but without breaking the bank, and who can blame 'em?

Yes. It is a time for a change in the world of fashion.

Oh, I couldn't agree more, Phillippe.

There's a wave a-coming, and I intend to catch it.

In fact, two designers have just requested meetings with me

after being equally struck by my words.

Is that so? - Yeah, a couple of Montrealers.

I mean, I was hoping to keep the trip brief but it might just be worth the detour.

Unless...

Unless?

Meet me at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Au reservoir, monsieur.

Mademoiselle.

Like taking candy from a baby.

Didn't bat an eye at my accent either.

He wants to show us some merchandise first thing in the morning.

I'm not waiting 'til morning. - Hey, wait! You owe me!

These performances don't come cheap, you know, I'm exhausted.

SHE SIGHS

Ready? Go.

LOCK CLICKS

Five and a half seconds! - Still got it.

TRUDY CHUCKLES

This look familiar?

Almost as familiar as these.

These are Coco's originals.

It's unmistakable. You were right.

So, Phillippe was on to something.

I mean, these knock-offs are practically identical to the originals.

The devil's in the details.

What are you doing?

I owe someone a payment.

A finder's fee for Ambrosia Rose.

So, Phillippe stole Coeds patterns to create a line of knock-offs.

Doesn't he know what that would do to her?

Strange way to treat your lover.

Even more strange to try and kill her.

Phillippe? I don't understand. He loves me.

Well, love can make people do crazy things.

Frankie... I've looked everywhere.

Phillippe's gone. - Le salaud!

I'll deal with Phillippe later.

I've got a fashion show to prepare for.

With my original dresses, thanks to you.

That is a bad idea.

FRANKIE: Coco!

Bad idea or not, it's happening!

Will it never end?

"Leave town. Final warning."

Are you sure about going on with the show?

I've never caved to pressure before

and I'm not about to start now.

SHE SIGHS

Well, there's only one way that I'm letting you go out onto that stage.

Mm! Stop twitching. I need to take the shoulders in.

Keep your eyes peeled for Phillippe or the shooter.

The flower delivery man was tall, lanky.

He had mousy-brown hair.

Your posture, Frankie, is absolutely abysmal!

Pour L'amour de Dieu, have some self-respect.

Shoulders back! Chin up!

Ow! - Oh, uh, sorry.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

If anything happens to Coco, I'll be right there.

Raise that hemline! It's not a parade of nuns!

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

No. Hmm... no.

No.

Hmm...

You still at it, Shaw?

Oh. - Must say that I admire your dedication.

Thank you.

We can't have anyone getting away with any morally questionable pursuits, can we?

No, sir, we cannot.

No, we cannot.

What do you say, boys?

Who's up for a quick trip to Chinatown? I'm parched.

MAN: Come on, let's go.

MAN: See you tomorrow.

MARY: Hmm, no.

Hello, Mr Flower Delivery Man.

SWING MUSIC PLAYS

The moment you step onto that stage, Frankie

you're in my world.

I understand but there's still-- - The hair. Tame it.

Never forget, you're modelling an original Chanel.

APPLAUSE

MAN: Marvellous!

AUDIENCE CHEERS

FRANKIE GASPS

GUNSHOT - CROWD SCREAMS

Are you OK?

It's just paint.

What? - We have to get Coco out of here!

Jersey! A flexible and unrestrictive fabric

for modern women on the move...

Could it have been Ruth all along?

You don't follow up a bullet with paint.

Frankie! Oh...

There you are! I've...

Oh. Oh, Coco, you really have done some revolutionary things with fashion.

Mary, you were saying.

Uh, our flower man!

Unsurprisingly...

he does have several misdemeanours on his record.

His name is Silas Baker.

He came here from England after the war where he served in the 23rd Division

which I thought was interesting because my lucky number

is 20-- - Wait. 23rd? Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure I'm sure.

The 23rd Division was Edmund's.

Edmund hired the shooter!

Where is Edmund?

Where's Coco?

Go'. - Well. go!

EDMUND: He pulled a gun on me first!

I was simply defending myself!

Like I've been defending myself against your little mind games for years!

Have you gone crazy?

Gentlemen. I'm sure we can resolve this without guns.

A little late for that, wouldn't you say?

Coco... time to choose.

Please, Edmund!

Phillippe, fair quelque chose!

ll a raison. lt's enough!

Look. you're both angry, but this isn't what you want.

Stay out of this!

Phillippe, you thought Coco was gonna leave you

so you stole her dresses to try and ruin her.

Non! Not Coco!

It was Edmund's investment I was trying to ruin!

So it was you? You bastard!

Edmund, you hired Silas Baker to take a shot at Coco.

That bullet was never meant for Coco! It was intended for Phillippe!

Well, take your shot, I dare you!

Stop in

You two have been after each other this whole time.

We were all having so much fun! Why has it come to this?

Like I told you. jealousy can be dangerous.

You said yourselves. all you want is to make Coco happy.

And for that, it seems she needs both of you.

For now, perhaps. But how much longer?

FRANKIE: Your insecurities are complicating something so simple.

You don't see that the only person you're hurting

is the one person you both claim to love

Coco.

SHE WHISPERS: You take Edmund.

What have I become?

Coco, everything I did, I did to win your affection.

What do you wanna do with the two of them?

Keep them both.

Coco Chanel has work to do.

FRANKIE: ls it coming out at all?

Believe me, you're making it worse.

That dress is the real victim in all this.

Thanks to you, Frankie

I've made a life-changing decision.

And what's that?

I never again want to weigh more heavily on a man than a bird.

Miss Chanel, I have to come clean.

I was the one feeding Lipstick all that filthy gossip.

I'm so ashamed.

So, it was you?

Best free publicity I've had in years.

How can I possibly thank you?

Oh! Well, how about you talk to Mr Eaton

regarding Dot's line of dresses?

I'm wearing one of hers right now.

The waistband is half an inch too high

but I suppose that's a simple fix.

Consider my word put in.

Really? I couldn't possibly-- - Let's go, Dot

before you say something you'll regret.

DOT AND TRUDY GIGGLE

I'm afraid you're gonna go back to Paris one dress short.

I tried to save it, but it looks like I've turned your little dress

into a little black dress.

I'm afraid it's ruined.

Au contraire.

You've given me quite a fabulous idea.

A bientot, Frankie Drake.

Alright, Frankie, you've kept us in the dark long enough.

What're you talking about? - Spill the beans. Who's Lipstick?

Didn't I tell you? She didn't show up.

"She didn't show up"?

At least, I didn't see her.

Really? Boy, she is good.

WENDY: Hey, Nora. Going someplace nice?

Just thought I'd pop by, say hello.

Wow, you sure dress nice for a cup of hooch and a bowl of chop suey.

What, this little thing? No, you're right, it's a one of a kind!

A Coco Chanel original, practically.

OK, well, careful with the soy sauce!

Hello, ladies.

FLO: Hi...

So, a double. - MARY: Nora, that dress!

You look stunning! - Looks familiar.

Thank you, Mary. I feel stunning!

I mean, it's so elegant, it really suits you!

It's much more understated than what you normally wear.

FLO GIGGLES - Thank you, dear.

TRUDY: Tell me something, Frankie. If you couldn't find Lipstick

how did you get her to write that column about Ambrosia Rose?

I put a request in her tip box.

Oh, is that how you do it?

That's the only way to reach Lipstick. - Right, of course.

Silly me.

Nora, what do you think about Lipstick?

Me? Oh, well. I mean, I only just skim the column

but, uh... I understand she's something of a living legend'

Really? - A savant, you might say.

Savant?

I really get a kick out of Lipstick but "savant" is a bit much.

I mean, it's mostly just silly gossip. - Oh, well, isn't everyone a critic?

But I think if she brings a glimmer of joy into her readers' lives

then Lipstick is performing a civic duty.

It's admittedly a bit of a guilty pleasure

for me and the gals on the squad. - Oh, yeah?

And the fact that her identity's a mystery, that's the juiciest part!

Oh, I wonder who she could be.

TRUDY: Gee, I wonder... - Guess we'll never know.