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[speaking Korean]

[in English] LEDU doesn't respect us, so why should we respect LEDU?

[in Korean] This is real leather, so it's hard to cut,

but it's good to cut with scissors.

When you're feeling stressed, give it a try.

[inhales sharply]

Wait for it.

You see this?

- LEDU, are you watching? - [sighs]

Whoo! [in English] Bye, LEDU!

[reporter] But you think he should resign?

Yes, what he said is so obnoxious, I believe he should resign right away.

[reporter] Well, that's pretty clear!

[sighs]

Tell me frankly, Nelly.

You think I'm worse than Mussolini, Franco, or Ceauşescu?

Because they all retained their decorations.

[Vincent chuckles]

[cell phone ringing]

- [Minister of Culture] Vincent? - Hello, yes, Madame Minister?

Seoul is threatening to recall their ambassador.

All of Asia is in an uproar.

I'm sure you know what that market represents,

and I'm not just speaking of luxury.

But wasn't it enough to take my medal away?

Foreign Affairs is pressuring me.

They need to send a strong message.

- [sighs] - And honestly, Vincent, so do I.

I'm sure you know what I'm asking.

You want my head.

I understand, Madame. Yes, perfectly well.

[sighs]

[clicks tongue]

[sighs]

[sighs]

PARISIAN COUTURE PROFESSIONAL ASSOCIATION ACADEMY

[Paloma] Intellectual property infringement, libel, counterfeit.

Are you totally crazy or what?

[Victor] No, I know. You were trying to make a statement.

And it was very effective.

You know, the lawsuit brought by our corporation

doesn't change how much we wanna work with you.

[scoffs] Blackmail is all that is.

Let me be clear. Doppel is always gonna be an independent.

We'll never work for a big group, and especially not Rovel.

Hmm, but ask yourself, why would the Fashion Guild

invite an obscure Berlin outfit like Doppel to show in Paris?

You already work for us.

- What? - Wait.

Wait a minute. Are you the mafia or what?

[chuckles]

Nikita's first show for Rovel is at 3 p.m. today.

- Your name is on the list. - [scoffs]

We can talk it over then.

[sighs]

Diane Rovel, the richest woman in France, versus us.

So we out them to the entire world.

She owns three quarters of the media.

Oh, man.

- Shit. We could lose Doppel. - So, we what?

They can't just throw us in prison if we say no.

- [cell phone chimes] - [Paloma sighs]

It's Perle Foster.

She wants to see us in two hours.

What is that, a summons?

Don't look at me. We're not going.

[sighs]

[cell phone chimes]

[cell phone vibrating]

[cell phone chiming]

- Hello, Anthony. - Morning, Madame.

[reporter] Not up on the latest drama in the world of fashion?

Here's why everybody loathes Vincent Ledu.

He was caught on video saying this:

I have had it with that mafia, those majokko dog-eating plebes.

[reporter] Shocked? So are we.

Vincent Ledu is totes a living legend.

A national monument, as irreplaceable as the Eiffel Tower.

- Until... - [chanting] Ledu is racist!

[reporter] ...yesterday, when everybody dumped him.

Even his muse, Perle Foster.

After 25 years working with the Maison,

Ledu's eternal muse refused to model for him.

For LEDU, one of the last independent French maisons,

surviving this crisis is iffy at best,

especially if Vincent is dethroned.

The Ledu family will have to find a replacement very quickly.

WANNA BET?

We're betting on the natural heir, the nephew Robinson.

Ten years ago, he was slated to present his first collection with LEDU,

but we're still waiting, and, uh, so is he.

Excuse me.

- Looking for Marwa? - Yes.

Number four from the left.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Oh, hey, close the door, please.

Anyone ever hack stuff off of your phone?

Like dick pics? [chuckles]

- Mmm. Drop it. - [cell phone ringing]

Shit.

Uh...

Hello, Vincent?

[Vincent] Thank you, Nelly.

Mmm. You see, Robinson, talent is a little bit like fine wine.

It has to mature slowly.

True, your talent needed a boatload of maturation.

You know, especially since your initial efforts a few years ago.

My colossal failure.

- Why? Why so hard on yourself? - That's a quote.

You said it before you exiled me to PR

and I had to give up my dream of becoming a fashion designer, remember?

Listen, I gave you that job to help you get back on your feet.

But deep down inside, you gave up long ago.

[sighs] Robinson, you have talent.

You always did.

Lots of talent.

Well, of course you were ahead of your time. That's all it was.

In any case, today, I know that you

are the only one capable of taking my place

at LEDU.

[Robinson] Uh...

- This is Grandma's thimble? - Yes.

And I'm sure she would be very happy for it to stay in the family.

You'll do excellent work.

Of course, I'll support you in the beginning.

- Robinson's the wrong strategy. - Excuse me? None of your business.

Forgive me, Robbie. Nothing against you. I just...

You must be kidding. You betrayed me yesterday.

Hey, you should never have asked me to model, Vincent.

My job isn't to save you. It's to save this Maison.

[scoffs]

So the only viable strategy, what the Maison needs, is a clean break,

not passing the baton.

It's Paloma Castel.

- What? - [Perle] Yes!

What does that gutter punk have over me?

- [Perle] She's a biracial activist woman. - Right.

She and her associate are the essence of everything we need now.

And, oh, incidentally, she has vision.

Oh, just incidentally, right?

Look, I know you hardly met her and... and that wokeism doesn't...

You don't know a thing! All right?

So thank you very much for the suggestion,

but it's my decision.

[Perle] Fine.

Let's see how the shareholders vote.

[bells ringing]

- Hello, Paloma. - Hello.

I expected to be thrown out of the Ritz.

Don't like my hangout?

Sit down.

And so?

- [sighs] - Are you signing with Rovel?

They're suing us and they plan to drown us in legal fees

if we don't come work for them.

Mmm.

But I guess we're only sitting here 'cause you have the same idea, no?

You gonna sue us for hijacking your logo?

He couldn't come tell me himself, Ledu? Seriously, what's his problem?

Tell your boss we're gonna fight this battle...

Just hold on. I know you've got a lot more to say.

But I have a question.

Fine.

If Rovel needs you so badly, what does that reveal?

Because Doppel isn't what they need. You are.

[inhales sharply]

They're trying to buy themselves an ecological conscience.

- That's all. - So do we all.

However, you represent much more to them.

Diane Rovel is obsessed by LEDU.

Yeah, but my name is Castel.

[sighs]

LEDU won't pursue this.

We're not gonna sue you. We're offering you a job.

You'd be artistic director, replacing Vincent.

[scoffs]

[chuckling] Oh, man.

You must be joking!

LEDU, me and Ye-Ji? What on earth would we do?

Your thing.

I won't bullshit you.

The daughter of Vincent's one true love, that's a story that'll work.

In the fashion world, especially.

LEDU's a family business, and you're... part of the family.

Holy shit. Have you all gone mad?

You think you can tell a story that you just imagined.

What family? There is no family.

When my father died, Vincent Ledu kicked me and my mother out.

I was two, and...

When I was 11, I lost my mother.

And I was all alone.

Where was the family then?

[sniffles]

So did you ever meet my dad?

I'm sure that LEDU's the place where you'll find your answers.

[classical music playing]

- Hello, Madame Ledu. - Hello, Nelly.

[Vincent] Ah.

Thanks for coming.

Mmm. Mmm.

So, does it hurt, your head in the guillotine?

[Vincent sighs]

And so, I imagine that you'll vote for your progeny,

the cherished fruit of your loins?

I should probably ask you the same question.

Is that a subject for sarcastic cracks?

Some things are off-limits, Marie, even between us.

So, about Robinson, is that a yes?

Will you back your son, for once?

I don't think Robinson's up to it.

He made that obvious, if you recall.

This is about the survival of the Maison.

I must say, in wealthy families,

the eldest always comes out significantly better in the will.

Now, my darling, if what you really want is the manor,

I'll tell you right now, you're not getting it.

No. Wrong. The manor is not what I'm after.

What I want is the Isle of the Dead.

It'll be the centerpiece for my foundation.

[scoffs]

Your foundation?

Your foundation of imaginary art, is that it? [chuckles]

Vincent, you agree...

and Yann and I will consider voting for anyone you like.

Including Robinson.

[sighs]

[Agnès] Bravo, Nikita.

I must say, you sort of took everybody by surprise with this collection.

I would prefer to refer to it as a... a reflection.

You mean a Fall-Winter reflection?

The grammar of what I do doesn't need to obey the orthodoxy of the seasons.

Bravo, Nikita! What a stroke of genius!

Welcome to the Rovel family.

That's so stunning.

Thank you, Madame Rovel. Thank you for everything.

Well? You think it was all right?

Well, either next season he has a "reflection" that's wearable,

or I'll have him on a low-cost flight to Chechnya.

Yeah, this is Victor.

I'm sure you got stuck on the metro.

Is that why you're not here?

Yeah, we're on our way. Save us some champagne.

We're gonna do exactly what you wanted.

- Victor. - Here I am.

I see the bastard daughter stood us up.

- [Agnès] Monsieur Ledu. - Yes?

Regarding your brother, do you have anything to say?

I already made a comment.

[Agnès] Too bad.

Vincent Ledu is living proof that one can be a real talent

and still be a total idiot.

- Shit! - What are you doing?

- Shit, shit, shit! - How the hell did they get up here?

Stop right there! Hey!

[Paloma laughs]

At Rovel, we chose youth and diversity a long time ago.

Obviously. Didn't I hire Nikita?

That's right. Youth is always a...

- [whispers] We have a little problem. - ...true...

- Oh, pardon me, Agnès. Pardon me. - Okay, I'll...

I'll see you later, Diane.

[Victor's wife] Excuse us.

Out here.

Hurry. Hurry!

[Agnès] Go, go, go!

- [man] Who's recording? - Tim? Tim?

[Agnès] There. Over there. Over there!

- Bring me those delinquents. - I'm on it.

Your husband wants to take my place?

It's obvious he can't impress anyone.

Couple of teenage rebels and he can't take control.

You two are perfect for each other.

[both laughing]

That's it, we're toast.

Oh!

Hey, there's more to life than fashion. We'll just do something else.

- Ye-Ji... - Like an NGO, or permaculture.

- Who knows? [chuckles] - Ye-Ji?

What would you say if we, uh...

were artistic directors for LEDU?

[laughing]

What?

That's why Perle called us?

Palo, LEDU is canceled!

No, Vincent Ledu is, but not the brand.

[sighs] We're not talking about a group. It's... It's a maison, an indie.

A nursing home. Yeah, right.

That's what I mean. Come on. We could just breathe life into it.

Hey, prêt-à-porter is one thing.

But couture, haute couture, ah!

You know how many companies do that in the world?

Yeah, thanks, I know how many.

Remember, working for that kind of maison

is exactly what we swore we would never do.

But we would get carte blanche.

Earth to Paloma!

They give us their shit-ass spiel on the "culture of the Maison,"

our hands will be tied forever.

They use you to make their diversity quota and that's all right?

Wow.

[scoffs]

Look, I know it's stupid.

[sighs]

My father spent 15 years with them, so now I'm like,

somehow I could... be closer to him, or, I don't know, it's stupid.

I get it, Palo.

Sure, but Paris and fame and all, I'm not into that.

Can you picture me at LEDU?

I don't fit the mold. I never will.

Here in Paris, you're Paloma Castel.

And they're after a "daughter of," not a nobody.

Now, come on. I'm also a nobody, okay?

- I... - [sighs]

I can't do this, Palo. I wanna go home.

To our flat in Berlin.

Don't be stupid. Come with me.

[Victor] Just figure it out.

Take down every video with that tag online.

- [phone beeps] - I gotta go.

- Hello? - [Perle] Hello, darling.

We're calling a special shareholders' meeting for tomorrow.

Are you free, or would you send a proxy?

You mean Vincent's resigning?

What do you think?

Perle?

Perle!

Yes, dear?

What's the goddamn agenda?

The election of Vincent's successor.

Robinson, the official candidate, or the outsider, Paloma Castel.

[sighs]

You screwed me but good.

Oh. You wanted me to run off with you last time that we met.

Since then, the Maison has collapsed, you tried to snag Paloma,

my calls go straight to voicemail.

[Victor] Hang on. What exactly are you accusing me of?

Do you feel accused?

When it comes to Paloma, we had the same idea.

Has she accepted yet?

Between the big bucks and the quest for her father, I'm sure she will.

[Victor sighs]

So...

you probably should consider voting for her, right?

That some kind of joke?

Better to have her at LEDU than never at Rovel.

[disconnect tone beeps]

Bernard, call you back.

Vincent is finished.

We vote tomorrow for his successor.

Robinson...

or Paloma Castel.

Are you putting me on?

No.

I intentionally let them win.

We wait two seasons for the graft to take,

then scoop up the package, LEDU and Paloma.

I go back into the fold, get all our ducks in a row,

and after Robinson's defeat, we can do what we want with him.

What if they vote for Robinson?

Oh.

This is so weird.

No customers. There's nobody here.

Shh. [whispers] She's in there.

You know, at the end of the world, when the human race perishes,

Marwa will still want couture.

- She's here? - Oh, yeah.

Clients like Marwa are our whole reason for being.

No! Please. Gisele Bündchen out of this body!

- Ah. - Wow.

- I just love that pleating. - Mmm.

Uh, it's... It seems sort of... mmm, ordinary.

- Ordinary? - Uh...

Uh...

Uh, three hundred work hours, fifty meters of hand-sewn lace,

forty embroiderers, a whole ocean of flowing organza.

What more could you want?

Robbie, the problem is not the dress.

I support you. You know I love Vincent.

You're my darlings. I've always supported you.

But wearing LEDU? Right now?

That's much too ballsy, even for me. No.

Um... Uh, thanks, Solal. [chuckles] That's nice.

But if I need a lint brush, I'll let you know right away.

[Marwa chuckles]

Darling, everyone winds up banging the gardener.

Don't worry.

- Marwa... - [sighs]

- You mustn't desert us. Not you. - [door closes]

[grunts, clicks tongue, sighs]

Okay, look. Do me a favor.

Give me a day or two and I'll show you something a little more futuristic.

Uh-huh? Really?

But couture, right?

Mmm!

Not so much "Vincent."

[gasps] Vincent's gonna be out?

[gasps] Who's replacing him?

[gasps]

There is a list.

Oh! Mmm!

I won't say more than that.

My lips are sealed.

[Paloma] Hello.

[caretaker] Excuse me.

Do you know who sends those?

Someone sends them every day,

but who that person is, I have no idea.

Always the same flowers. Black arums.

His favorites, I imagine.

Sure, I guess.

- Bye. - Goodbye.

This is the moment.

Send me some kind of sign, Dad.

What should I do?

[sighs]

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

Hello, Paloma.

[inhales deeply] Yeah, okay. I'll do it.

[sighs]

You made the right choice.

I want 100% recycling.

No fashion calendar bull. No using leather.

And a short-term goal of carbon neutrality.

Mm-hmm.

I gave it all up for you, so take it or leave it.

Okay.

First, the shareholders elect you at the meeting tomorrow.

Then we'll discuss the details.

Uh, guys in suits? Is that the shareholders?

You wish.

It's all of the Ledus.

Vincent, Victor, Marie, her husband, Yann, and their son Robinson.

But it's just a formality. I mean, everyone wants to see you here.

[chuckles]

I just know our work together's gonna be incredible.

Okay.

I'll be seeing you.

[sighs]

[doorbell buzzes]

- [Lucy] Yes? - I'm the piano teacher.

[buzzer sounds]

["Für Elise" by Beethoven on piano]

[piano music continues]

Now...

Thank you, Doctor.

How are you feeling today, Madame Rovel?

Like Popeye on steroids.

You know, your loved ones' support

really does tend to help in recovery.

No, not for a woman like me.

[machine beeps]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Want some?

Either Paloma gets elected tomorrow, or your mother'll never trust me again.

Vincent bought Marie's vote.

I'll never have a majority.

That video of Vincent.

It was sent from Robinson's phone.

What?

That... Your mother's source was Robinson?

No. I just know his nickname is "Navarre."

And that person, whoever he is, got the video off of your nephew's phone.

The upside of being a wallflower is that my mother

can be indiscreet when I'm around.

Why didn't you tell me that right away?

Because your mother doesn't trust me.

- It's a test. - Ah.

To her, you're still a Ledu.

And Perle still has you by the...

Well, you know how my mother can get really vulgar.

What she thinks is not important.

All I care about is what you think.

And so how did Robinson end up with the video?

[sighs]

- Morning. - I know the way, thanks.

So, bet you're kind of bummed you bet on the wrong horse?

Heard about the Isle of the Dead, Robinson?

You know, the Böcklin painting hanging in the living room in Brittany.

Ah.

Yeah, it creeps me out. I don't know why Mommy loves it.

She's just mad that Grandpa left it to Vincent.

Hmm. Well, now it's your mother's. Vincent gave her the painting.

- In exchange for her vote. - [door opens]

Ah, you're here.

Couldn't you send a proxy as usual?

I thought it would be better if we were all together, given the circumstances.

[Marie] It's so good to see you all.

And not at a funeral for once.

Fine. Now, let's begin.

Perle, you'll understand I must ask you to leave.

[Marie] Vincent, don't start.

What?

She's not part of the family, and she's not a shareholder either.

It's a confidential vote, isn't it?

You're the stickler for tradition.

You should agree to that.

Perle, do you mind?

[Vincent sighs]

[Perle] Thank you, Marie.

[Vincent] Now, then.

Let's see.

[sighs]

[Solal] Excuse me.

Mademoiselle Foster.

Yes?

Victor Ledu asked me to show her into the conference room.

Now the vote.

Robinson.

Robinson. Myself.

[chuckles]

- You, Marie? - [Marie clears throat]

Just a point of order before the vote.

There is one thing I have to share with you.

If I may...

Mademoiselle, you can come in.

Perle, come in. You need to hear this too.

It's my pleasure to introduce Mademoiselle Cioni.

She's a waitress at the Ministry of Culture.

Robinson, I believe you've met.

[cell phone chimes]

Super. The wire came through.

[security guard] Follow me, please.

You really thought you could replace me, you measly little weasel?

You planned this whole thing! Is that it?

[Robinson] Hey, I did everything I could to keep that video from spreading.

- If only to protect the family. - Odd sense of family.

You trade your own son for a painting, but who's complaining?

Well, at least I meant to vote for you.

I don't understand why you kept it on your phone.

Yes, I should have deleted it, but it was stolen off my phone.

I'm not the one who sent it. I mean, is that so hard to understand?

Says the PR director of this Maison. Hmm.

All of this is your fault!

I got torn apart in the court of public opinion and it's all your fault!

[Robinson sighs]

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I don't deserve it.

[Vincent] It's a fake, you bloody idiot!

Did you really think you could replace me?

You're a total zero! You have no talent!

Vincent, have some warm milk, now.

[Vincent sighs]

[chuckles]

A bunch of pathetic nobodies.

[Perle] Let's go outside. It'll be safer.

Hello, ladies. Gotta clear out. Thank you. Thank you.

Stop working. Okay? Thanks.

You can all stop working now, please. Thank you very much.

Could you take it somewhere else, please?

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Thanks. Thank you.

[Marie] What is this now?

A picnic?

We're out of Wi-Fi range. There could be some bugs in the Maison.

- [Vincent] Mmm. - And on our phones as well.

I was not present at that party, as I said already.

Hmm.

- So, that leaves only one candidate. - No.

This meeting is adjourned. I withdraw my resignation.

Louise is more mature than you.

Who the hell is Louise?

You forget?

You saw my daughter once.

- Hmm. - [Perle] You no longer have a choice.

If you remain head of LEDU...

the Maison will be finished.

It'll go bankrupt. You'll have nothing.

Neither the lifestyle, nor the honors.

What is this big act, Tracy Foster? You want to lecture me, huh?

I pulled you out of the gutter.

You are my creation from A to Z.

I had to purge you of that odor of fish and chips

your parents packed in your bags when you came to Paris, huh?

Without me, right now, you'd be on a Sephora sales floor,

with a little luck!

You...

You should understand something, Vincent. I'm no longer your muse.

I'm not your daughter, I'm not your wife, I'm not your shrink.

What I am is director of La Maison.

Though you never gave me the title.

So you'll speak to me with respect from now on.

And, right, you did pull me out of the gutter once.

And now you'll need me to pull you out.

So just be careful how you talk.

[sighs] Marie.

You and I had an arrangement. You recall?

Mm-hmm.

I recall, Vincent.

All I care about is me, me and my "little foundation,"

that has no chance to succeed, not as long as you're running things.

So sorry, dear.

I vote to hold a new vote.

For Paloma Castel.

There we are.

[Vincent sighs]

[Victor] We each stabbed him.

Like Murder on the Orient Express.

How did you know about the waitress?

Hmm. It's my company too, right?

I did what you should have done.

In fact, you should thank me.

For more than one thing.

You're right, you deserve the title, and I will push for you to get it.

I'll just let the dust settle.

It's over between us, Perle.

I can't divorce Caroline.

You're the only one who thought it was possible.

I'm so sorry.

No, don't, please. I'm not the poor little victim in this story.

Respect is what I want. You owe me that much.

You and I never managed to be more than... than this.

[both chuckle]

I got fired? Is that it?

Don't be a drama queen.

You should probably go on vacation.

[chuckles] To take-some-me-time country?

From which you never come back? Hmm?

Or you could make your father happy.

Pay him a visit.

Thanks, but I'm not quite that desperate.

Clearly, with you, a person only gets one shot.

Our true luxury is our high standards.

That's what defines us. It's who we are.

And that can be hard sometimes.

Disappear for a while, honey.

It's better all round.

All right?

[Solal] Well, will you take it?

Uh...

[exhales] If that's all you got, then okay.

If you don't need me, I'll let you get settled.

Thank you.

Bye-bye, Solal.

- Goodbye, Mademoiselle Castel. - See you.

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

Hmm.

[both chuckling]

- So you're staying? - [chuckles]

You really thought I'd leave you alone with the Addams Family?

[both chuckle]

I have gotten Paloma Castel into LEDU.

Do you want us to applaud?

How do you plan to bring me LEDU?

I've been reading the shareholder agreement in detail and...

[Lucy] Right. The agreement protects your family from a buyout.

We have ways around all that.

[Diane] What I expect from you is what I can't already buy.

Where they're vulnerable.

What they keep locked away. Their secret desires.

One Ledu to persuade the others?

- That's my comfort zone. - [Diane] Hmm.

Then who do we begin with?

[knocking on door]

Your sister?

No.

We won't find anything on her. She's... She's very careful.

[inhales deeply]

No.

We'll start with the weakest member of the family.

[indistinct chatter]

- See you later? - Yeah, sure.

Bye, Solal.

[Robinson] Oh. Oh.

How mature he is.

Where are you going, with that pouty diva face you're making?

Going home. Why?

[guests laughing]

Home to do what?

Grocery shopping.

Like the 99% of us without a private chef.

[Robinson] Hmm.

Why? You need a lint brush now?

Yeah, you're forgiven.

Mmm. How about, uh, you spend the evening at my house?

[both chuckling]

[exhales]

Got a wok in your kitchen?

[sniffs] I might, yeah.

No idea what that is,

but I'm liking the idea of my boyfriend cooking for me.

Boyfriend? Me?

You live in a fairy tale.

Flavor of the month?

- Don't get jumpy. - [laughs]

[pop music playing through speakers]

[Paloma chuckles]

- [exclaims, laughing] - [laughs]

Hang on! No!

- You're spilling it all over, Palo! - Sorry.

Okay.

Let's toast to our future collection...

at LEDU.

[both laughing]

But you're the AD, okay?

I'm just the studio director.

I'm gonna be splashing around in this pretty pool

while you stay up all night working.

- No, no, it's not like that. - That's how it is.

- It is, it is, it is. - No. No.

- Nothing changes between us. - Mmm.

And if I get like them, warn me, please.

- [chuckles] - Okay?

If you happen to call me a dog-eating plebe.

[exhales]

- Hey. - Mmm.

Don't obsess about him.

I'm not sure what I'll say.

Sort of, "Hello. I'm your dead lover's kid.

Could you tell me what my father was like, please?"

[laughing]

"Oh, by the way, I hope it's cool with you, I'm taking your place."

Yeah, possibly.

[Paloma] Mmm.

[bicycle bell rings]

Welcome, Mademoiselle Castel. This way.

Thanks.

I was intimidated too the first time I set foot in here.

[Paloma chuckles]

Welcome to the Hôtel de Beauvais.

A thank-you gift from Louis XIV to Cateau la Borgnesse,

the chambermaid who took his innocence.

Thanks for coming on a Sunday.

For now, we should use discretion.

Until the official announcement. All right?

Okay.

So, that's the studio there.

[Paloma] Mm-hmm.

[Perle] Over there's the workshop, the stockroom.

And the other wing is all our PR and back office.

[sighs]

And this right here is, uh...?

[Perle] Vincent's apartment.

When can I meet him?

We want to let you get your bearings.

- Follow me? - Mmm.

I'm not seeing my dad.

Vincent's very old-school.

Posing with a man for a family portrait's a bit...

Total boomer, right?

You know, it was always complicated to live beside him, but...

but Gino found a way to manage.

Could I show you something?

Gino finally convinced Vincent to let him create a work for the Maison.

A revolution.

He died before it was completed.

[Paloma breathes shakily]

He named it Flight of the Paloma.

How come it's hidden?

Like all things concerning Gino, it's too painful for Vincent.

I'm sorry.

That might have been a harsh way to begin.

No, don't cover it, please.

Mind if I stay a minute?

Of course not.

I'll wait in my office.

[sighs]

[Vincent] Staring at it like you're in a trance won't bring him back, you know.

People are only gone for good when we stop thinking about them.

Ah, right.

I'm sure that's the reason why you're here.

A pilgrimage to rediscover your childhood.

But you run the risk of being awfully disappointed, as well as getting hurt.

You know...

it's nothing but a painting.

Gino and all things related are dead to me now.

Sorry.

Good evening, mademoiselle.

Oh, by the way, you really should have a look at the toilet

where your parents conceived you with a quick hump from behind.

A legendary site. Hmm?

[sighs]

Vincent.

Hmm?

I don't think you understand how this is gonna go down.

The AD here is me now.

There is no room for you in my Maison.

[chuckles]

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