[rain pattering]
[inhales sharply, blows]
- [horn honks] - [Elsa] Oh! [laughs]
You're going to wake everybody up. [chuckles]
Oh, it's raining. Can I borrow your jacket?
- Oh. - [driver] Have a wonderful day.
- Bye. - [in French] Au revoir, Madame.
- Elsa. - [in English] Oh! Who is it?
Here.
What in God's name are you doing?
You wouldn't believe the night I just had.
I'm sure it was spectacular.
[chuckling] Yeah, it was, actually.
I haven't had this much fun in ages.
Whatever happened to you?
I ate dinner.
Oh, boring.
And yet, I somehow ended up with Pierre Wertheimer in my room.
Of course you two are sleeping together.
That explains everything.
No, we're not.
Never have been and never will be.
Well, someone should tell his wife-- Oh.
- [laughs] Someone should tell her-- - [shushes]
[whispers] Because she was wandering around all evening, looking for him.
- Really? - [whispers] Yeah.
Well, Germaine can take care of herself.
- Look, I need your help. - Yeah.
Mmm. I need you, my darling.
Well, let's get you some coffee before you fall over.
Yes.
[Christian] Where are you two going?
[Catherine] Just out for a walk.
I need some sunshine.
Don't worry. I'll bring her back in one piece.
I'm not worried.
I only wish I could go with you.
That's all.
Why don't you?
Because I have to go and see Lelong today. I'm leaving.
I'm quitting.
I'll be here when you get back.
Your shoelace is untied.
[heiress] Just a little more.
- [seamstress] Um, on this side here? - [heiress] I think that's right.
Good morning, madam.
So, how is everything going in here?
[sighs] It looks perfect.
It is one of the new designs by our top couturier, Monsieur Dior.
I feel so glamorous. He's brilliant.
Yes. He is.
Oh, will you excuse us?
Madame Zehnacker and I have a few things we need to discuss.
- Of course. - Thank you.
[chuckles]
Have you seen Dior's latest ideas for our winter collection?
[gasps] They are lovely.
Splendid.
Christian, we were just speaking about you and your lovely work.
Thank you. It's-- That's very kind.
- Beautiful. - Monsieur Lelong?
- Uh-- - Hmm?
May I-- May I have a-- May I have a word with you?
I have, uh-- I have some news.
Of course. Sit. Sit.
Ah, uh...
[clears throat] I, um-- I have had,
um, an opportunity that has arisen, um, most unexpectedly...
to, um-- to start my own house.
- [Lucien] Ah. - [breathes heavily]
But...
I beg your pardon?
I'm so grateful to you for all the years that we've had together.
Both of you.
But this opportunity...
um, I cannot pass up.
I see.
And is this just an ambition
or do you have funding?
I have funding.
From whom?
It's important to me that you do understand how grateful--
From whom, Christian?
From Boussac. Marcel Boussac.
Boussac?
You are leaving me for the king of cotton?
I know you've-- y-you've had your disagreements with him over the--
[Lucien] How much is he giving you?
[stammers]
- [Lucien] How much? - [sighs]
Six million francs.
[footsteps departing]
[door slams]
Are you all right, sir?
[groans]
I didn't do that very well.
I'm sure he will see that you must take this chance.
I know he was just so looking forward to working with you.
- [sighs] - Hey, monsieur.
[mouthing] Yeah.
[sighs]
Don't worry about it.
It's your badge of courage.
You know, the new government has set up a repatriation center
to have citizens connect with their lost loved ones.
They're asking survivors to come and to give any information they can provide...
so they can track the missing.
I could take you there sometime.
Only if you feel up to it.
[sighs]
[groans]
There were moments like this in the camp...
when the sun would hit my face, and I would close my eyes and just vanish.
[sighs]
Then something would happen to wake me from my trance and... [breathes deeply]
...the reality of that place would be...
more awful.
[breathes deeply] More hopeless.
[sighs]
I learned to hate the sun.
[breathing heavily]
If you think that I should go, then...
I will.
Henri, the perfumes we began developing before the war--
the ones the Wertheimer brothers rejected
because they didn't want them competing with No. 5--
do you still have the samples?
Yes.
But the Wertheimers were wise to hold us back.
I'm convinced these could be even more successful than No. 5.
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, I know.
Uh, send them to me immediately.
I want to market the best of them.
- Competition will force... - Oh.
...the Wertheimers to pay me what they owe me.
I-- I don't dare.
Henri. [chuckles]
During the war, my records were lost.
I'll need time to analyze what we created.
I need them.
If broken or lost in transit, they would be gone forever.
We made these together, and I only know part of the story.
Come to Paris and help me.
I need your nose, your insight here in Paris.
Well, Paris is impossible for me. You know that.
It's the only way.
I can't do it. The-- The risks are too great.
[Henri sighs] Then perhaps we should delay.
You're right, of course, about the danger for you.
The FFIs are about to execute high-ranking Vichy as collaborators.
Right.
[inhales deeply, groans] Let me think.
[sighs, stammers] I must come there somehow.
You can't go to Paris. You're in exile, like me.
They catch you, they'll put you straight in prison.
Probably.
[Elsa] You're scheming again, and that means money is involved.
Money and opportunity.
And if you help me succeed, you will get your share.
I am your lucky charm, remember?
- [toilet flushes] - Always have been.
I'm going to open a boutique here in Switzerland,
take back my business, and you'll be part of it.
Promise?
We're bound to one another, you and I.
[chuckles]
[kisses]
Well, it sounds very intriguing.
- Except for the bit about Paris. - [sucks teeth]
Yeah. We didn't help. I know.
I've been thinking of Pierre, but-- He's connected enough, but...
I have no idea how to convince him.
- You could sleep with him. - Ugh.
[chuckles] My God.
- Out of the question. - [chuckles]
I don't know why, but in his case, refusal gives me joy.
- [chuckles] - [laughs]
I could sleep with him.
No.
[inhales deeply] All right. I'll just talk to him then. [sighs]
- You? He doesn't even know you. - Oh, yeah.
- We met at the party. We had a great time. - Elsa.
If you want me to help, you've gotta let me help.
I wanted to come down here, Monsieur Dior, to show you, in person,
where I believe we can build the couture house of our dreams.
May I present to you the House of Dior!
It's brilliant. You're a genius.
And a thousand thanks for coming here in person
and, um, for selecting such a unique place.
I really think of it as a palace.
[chuckles] Instead of a house, you can open the first fashion palace.
[chuckles] Yes, but don't--
No. No, no, no, no. There is no room for doubt.
No room at all.
Trust me when I tell you, "This is it."
It's too grand.
But... [stammers] ...that's the point.
[chuckles] You have been given an enormous sum of money,
and you will be an enormous success.
[stammers] My house needs to be, um, personal, yes?
It's elegance. It's not-- not, um, enormity.
Elegance, Monsieur.
[sighs]
Christian, the brand will be elegant because you are designing it.
But the building must be something that says we are kings.
Yes, it must carry the success of the name Boussac.
Yeah, uh-huh.
- Well, and the name Dior. Yes. - As well as the name Dior.
But-- But gentlemen, please.
I feel that we are moving further and further away from what we had agreed on.
The spirit of it.
[Marcel sighs]
My friend... [inhales deeply]
- I have given you six million francs. - Yeah.
Not to mention my trust.
It's time you gave me yours.
[stammers] Gentlemen, gentlemen.
There's no time for this.
We need to hire a whole new team,
source the materials--
most of which are still scarce-- and find a new tailor.
I'm aware.
Good.
I will have Georges draw up the paperwork,
and, uh, we can begin construction.
- Georges? - I-- I will get it done.
[Marcel] Good day, gentlemen.
Oh, and, uh... [chuckles]
This is what progress feels like. [chuckles]
[people chattering]
Pierre, thank you so much.
That was such a lovely party last night.
Why, yes, it was, Elsa.
Where's Germaine? I'd like to thank her too.
Switzerland did not agree with my wife.
She got a train out to Paris this morning.
You sure it was Switzerland that drove your wife away, or was it Coco?
[sighs] Whatever she told you, I assure you, it's a lie.
I have no idea what went on between the two of you.
I do know she's full of regret.
[sighs]
Caring for someone confuses Coco, and she cares for you.
We care for each other.
Did you two have a fight?
[grunts] I suspect you did.
- And so she sent you? - Mademoiselle.
No.
- Monsieur. - Thank you.
No, she's-- she's determined to do something incredibly dangerous.
She wants to go back to Paris.
Impossible.
She wants to see her nephew, André, and his daughter.
André? Is he in trouble?
He's getting treatment for tuberculosis.
- It's not going terribly well, I'm afraid. - [sighs]
Can she send for him?
- He's in a bad way, Pierre. - [sips, swallows]
[inhales deeply] Ever since her sister killed herself,
André's been like a son to Coco.
You know how much she loves him.
I do.
We're not going to stop her from going.
But it occurred to me that you might be able to save her.
I-If she could travel with you,
the Parisian authorities wouldn't dare touch her.
[sighs]
Dear God, this woman confounds me.
[chuckles] Yeah, me too.
- But we love her still. - [sighs]
[sighs]
I leave in two hours.
So you'll do it then?
For André. For kindness. Yes.
She'll be so grateful, I promise.
We'll-- We'll pack, and we'll-- we'll meet you outside shortly.
We?
Well, I can't let her go on her own.
Thank you, Pierre. Thank you.
I'm not gonna back down.
Don't bother trying to talk me out of it as my lawyer.
No, no, no. It's not that.
My father-in-law, Pierre Laval, has been arrested.
They are going to execute him for treason...
- Oh, my God. - ...for running the Vichy government
during the occupation.
It appears as though de Gaulle is still intent on punishing collaborators.
So, you really, really should think about dropping the lawsuit.
No, I can't do that.
- [door opens] - [footsteps approaching]
Well, uh, at least you aren't in Paris.
At least you are safe.
[phone handset clatters]
Who was that?
It was nothing.
Well, here is something.
Pierre has agreed to take us to Paris, so you'd better get packing.
[chuckles, exclaims] Manipulating men has always been your forte.
- Our forte, I'd say. - Oh! Thank you.
Oh, it's all right.
If I'm going to wage war, then I need to get my-- my weapons.
- [chuckles] - And they're waiting for us in Paris.
[chuckles] Weapons. I like the sound of that.
Well, I'm going to meet with Henri.
He has something I need.
And you will help André and Gabrielle pack,
and stall Pierre if he comes looking for me.
[Coco] Elsa.
Pierre, thank you.
- It's my pleasure, yeah. - Mmm.
I've made arrangements for us to go to Paris.
We will have safe passage, but your visit must be quick.
Oh, once we have André, we'll-- we'll return to Switzerland.
Hmm?
Good.
Um, I was saddened to learn of his illness.
I wish you had said something.
[sighs] I didn't want to burden you.
Our lives keep bringing us together.
There is business, and then there is rest.
You can always count on my help.
Come in, Elsa.
Thank you.
[chuckling]
I hated the whole thing.
All of it.
This building.
This...
[sputters] ...enormous building, you know?
It's like a-- It's like a crypt.
It's like a mausoleum.
My vision will die there.
- I will die-- - [door opens]
Oh, I'm sorry. Did we disturb you?
- I'm fine. - [Christian] Oh.
- [door closes] - Just tell them you despise it then.
I have, but they won't listen to me, okay? Neither of them will.
Boussac, he gets a look in his eyes. You know, it's chilling.
He-- He senses the opposition.
He waits for it, like a snake.
You know, what have I gotten myself into?
What have you gotten yourself into?
You've been given an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Focus on that.
They want you to thrive.
Find a way to communicate with them.
I've already told Lelong that I'm leaving, and he's heartbroken.
I don't know that I ever should've done this.
It's-- I don't know, but--
Where-- Where are you going now?
Just getting some water.
You're not thinking of turning Boussac down, are you?
I don't know. I know-- [stammers]
- It's only a building, Christian. - [groans]
You will have to make many compromises in this journey.
- [stammers, chuckles] - I don't want to compromise!
I want to actualize my vision,
and I can't do it in that fucking place, in that ridiculous building.
Please. You can.
Jacques, you know what? You don't understand, okay?
You're not a designer.
You don't understand what's entailed in creative work.
[smacks lips] Okay. [chuckles]
What? No, Jacques. Don't-- Please don't go.
No, Jacques, don't.
Please, come on. Oh, I'm so sorry.
I have things to do.
- I have a job. - Come on.
- I have a life. - I'm s-- I'm sorry. [kisses]
No, don't go, baby.
Don't go. Jacques, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
[sighs]
Hervé thinks maybe I can be of help
at the repatriation center.
No. Absolutely not.
Stop worrying. I'm fine.
I think it might be helpful to me.
It might stir things up.
Please, just be careful of your health.
[people chattering]
[announcer] Please complete an intake form available at the front entrance.
Excuse me? I'm Catherine Dior.
I was at Ravensbrück.
Thank you for helping.
Of course.
Up to the left.
[people chattering, clamoring]
Madame! Madame! Are you all right?
Can I help you stand?
I'm sorry.
[distorted chatter]
[person 1] She was 26.
[person 2] Do you know which camp she was working at?
[person 1] Do you think they will be able to find her?
[person 3] Ladies and gentlemen, please keep moving.
[person on PA] For information on...
They will be able to answer all of your questions upstairs.
For information regarding... [speaks indistinctly]
...please use the left-hand stairs.
If you have a photograph of your loved one, please have it ready.
This is my daughter.
I'm Catherine Dior.
Mademoiselle Dior. Thank you for coming.
We are trying to connect people who've come back from the camps
with, uh, Parisians who are still searching for loved ones.
I will do all that I can.
We're hoping you can assist us with information--
excuse me--
about deportees who were housed at Ravensbrück.
Any and all information is greatly appreciated.
This is Madame Carpentier. She's looking for her sister.
She will describe her sister to you. Perhaps you might remember her.
Oh, thank you for helping. Thank you so much.
[speaking German]
Oh, this is my sister.
She was in Ravensbrück.
Have you any information about her?
Can you tell me something, please?
Thank you.
Good night, madame.
Thank you.
Do you remember what you said when Christian first started working here?
Mmm. I was very impressed.
You said if you were younger, you would follow him wherever he went.
Yes, I remember.
But you have nothing to worry about, Lucien.
The war has aged me even more than time. [chuckles]
I'm not worried about you, madame.
[sighs] But I admire Christian.
I want what's best for him.
However, running one's own couture house
is an unforgiving and brutal endeavor.
And Christian, he does not have the fortitude
to make difficult decisions,
nor the capability to fight for what he wants.
Hmm.
And you know Boussac.
Yes, Marcel and I are old friends.
He will walk all over Christian.
Take advantage of what we most admire in him.
[sighs]
Christian is going to get crushed.
[workers chattering]
Christian, they need to get behind you.
It's gonna help.
Of course. [speaks indistinctly]
Boussac only wants the biggest and the best.
Oh, great.
Right. I think we should...
So, we move that.
[door closes]
Catherine.
You look exhausted.
I'm fine, Christian.
These people... [exhales shakily]
...they need help.
They're still looking for their loved ones.
It's good work. I-- I want to do it.
But you're right. I'm tired.
I need to rest.
Get André.
But don't leave the hotel. I don't want you seen.
Of course.
Please be as quick as possible.
Then contact me, and I will arrange for your return.
You're not staying?
My wife is expecting me.
Oh, of course. Yes.
Be careful.
[child shrieks]
[doorbell rings]
[shrieking continues]
[André] Auntie. My God, you're here.
So, Elsa's here as well.
- She's gonna help you get packed... - [mumbles]
...while I run an errand.
Should you be seen in the streets? I think that's risky.
Darling! Hi. [kisses]
[chuckling]
[sighs]
- Oh, you look wonderful. Oh. - So do you.
- [laughs] - It's good to see you.
- [chuckles] - Darling, I-I must make a phone call.
- Yes. Yes. Now, where's your suitcase? - [clears throat]
Christian, what's wrong?
Nothing. I, um, just--
I forgot some personal items.
What is it?
[groans] Boussac.
Mmm.
He wants to force me into a building
that I despise. [sighs]
[clears throat]
You know, Madame Zehnacker, I-- I have dreamt of this for so long.
[sighs]
And I know something about what is the ideal space.
Elegance, uh, requires intimacy.
- Simplicity, yes? - Yeah.
And he wants to put me in a mausoleum, and I will die.
- Well, just talk to him. - I have talked to him.
He doesn't listen, and I don't have the will to fight him.
[sighs]
Well, you have circled this place.
It's my dream fashion house, you know.
It's small, secluded, but elegant, yeah?
Couple of workrooms.
Now, here you could make something that is personal and unique.
Yeah. And it's great.
It's near the Plaza, the Lancaster and the Bristol.
So your international clientele would be able to find you easily.
Exactly.
- Yes. - Yes.
But it doesn't suit Boussac's grandiose vision.
Never will.
If you love it, fight for it.
Look, I know you're trying to help me.
[stammers] Thank you, but no. I...
I will have to find another dream.
This is-- It's not meant to be.
It's just not meant to be.
[sighs]
Pierre!
You brought her to Paris, didn't you?
You must all stop.
You were seen getting out of a car with Chanel.
So what?
Don't fuck with me, brother.
I knew you went to Switzerland to see her, and now you've come back with her.
Stop. Just stop.
But I'm desperate to understand how you can be such a fool.
She needed help.
To what? Kill us?
She's a Nazi collaborator, have you forgotten?
She understands what she did was wrong.
Oh, you must be joking.
She invoked the Aryan laws to steal our business!
The same laws her Nazi pals used to murder our friends and their families!
She needed help with her sick nephew.
Well, it doesn't matter.
When the FFIs find out she is here, they will arrest her
and do to her what they're gonna do to Laval.
What do you mean, "when"?
You said, "when the FFIs realize she's here." She's our business partner.
Do you think we can survive a scandal like this?
You may be blind to who she really is, but I'm not.
[sighs]
[door opens, slams]
["Viens Aimer" playing in background]
Henri.
Mademoiselle.
- Oh. - Lovely to see you.
Hello, Henri. I've missed you.
I have something for you.
[sighs] Our abandoned children.
Orphans no more.
Oh, my.
Shall we get to work?
- Yes. We haven't much time. - [sample case snaps shut]
- [Tino Rossi, in French] ♪ Come love ♪ - [car engine idling]
♪ This is the exquisite hour ♪
♪ The fountains quiver over there ♪
♪ And lovers' hearts break ♪
♪ Confessions whispered softly ♪
♪ I want to sing my mistress ♪
♪ Come love ♪
[in English] Marcel!
[laughs] Raymonde.
Tell me again, why are you toiling with Lelong instead of here with me?
Because you would have me stuck behind a desk.
Never. I hold you in too high regard.
Good.
Now, I want you to train that regard to what I have to say about Dior.
I'm sorry. We have a deal.
Lelong is going to have to let him go.
This is not about the House of Lelong.
This is about you and what you hope to build with Christian.
If you let Dior chart his own path,
then you will finally have the couture house you have always wanted.
But you need to start with an environment that inspires him.
Oh. [stammers] Are you his protector now?
No. I'm his friend and yours too.
If you continue down this path, your investment will wither and die.
[sighs]
You see, Marcel, I'm not sure you understand what he needs.
[announcer, on PA] Please complete the intake form
available at the front entrance.
Hello.
I'm searching for my wife.
Can you give me this as well, please?
That's her picture. That's her picture. She's probably lost along the way.
[Catherine] I'm sorry, I never saw her.
Thank you.
[chattering continues]
[person 1] Where is the medical table, please?
[person 2] Yes, ma'am. It's forward ahead to your right.
I am, uh, Jacob Friedman.
Catherine Dior.
Catherine Dior?
Miss Dior, I-- I think I know your father.
He's Maurice Dior. Am I correct?
Yes.
I am in Callian now, where he lives.
He told me many things about his daughter, Catherine.
[breathes deeply]
He's so lucky to have you returned.
So lucky.
Well, my daughter's name is Tania.
She was also a member of the Resistance like yourself.
I-- I begged her not to, but she wanted to fight.
I was told she was sent to Ravensbrück.
Was it as awful as they say?
It was a prison camp.
I-- I have a photo of my Tania, the way she was before they took her away.
Look. Her eyes, how beautiful they are.
Do you recognize her?
C-Can you tell me something? Anything?
I'm sorry, no.
I never saw her.
Are you sure?
You were there both at the same time.
Please. [stammers] I must find her.
Most people didn't make it out.
She might have.
Look again, please.
Look again.
I'm sorry.
Please. [breathes shakily]
There's nothing I can do.
[sniffles] I'm sorry that I've bothered you with this.
Your photograph.
Uh, perhaps you will remember her in time.
[breathes shakily]
- [Gabrielle] He's here. He's here. - Yes, he's here.
We're off.
Elsa, the car is waiting to bring you to the train.
[Elsa] Are you ready for our journey?
André, you're looking well.
Monsieur Wertheimer.
Yes, I've been improving. [sighs]
We need to leave immediately. Where is Coco?
She's in the drawing room.
Coco?
What?
It's not safe here.
My brother Paul could send the FFIs to arrest you.
What are you doing? We must go.
Paris.
How it has changed since I was last here.
These streets used to be covered in Nazi banners, and now they're gone,
and I am banned from the city I love,
forced to sneak around like a goddamn criminal.
I'm not going to stand here and listen to you mourn the Germans.
I saw André.
He's not sick.
What are you really doing here, Coco, except making a fool of me?
Getting my perfume.
What are you talking about?
I'm gonna wreak utter havoc on your business.
Nobody will want to buy your No. 5...
[sniffs] ...because I have something better.
Mademoiselle Chanel No. 1.
I will tell the world that the old No. 5 is no longer my perfume of choice,
that I am unhappy with the quality of your sad copy of my original.
They will stop buying it.
That won't happen.
If you don't give me what I'm owed, you'll get to see what happens.
Mutual destruction?
Is that what you want for us?
You can stop me...
or you can let me go.
But if you stop me, they will arrest me, Pierre.
They will throw me in jail, and they might even kill me.
Paul says that I should hate you, and he's right.
He doesn't know me.
Not like you do.
I don't know you.
[sighs] You know me, hmm?
You do.
Hey, hey. Slow down.
Let me help, okay?
I just have to get out of here, okay?
Catherine, are you sure you want to do this?
Yes, Christian. It's okay.
Don't worry. I'll make sure she gets there in one piece.
I'm not worried.
[phone ringing]
Please, I just want to make sure that you feel that you just--
You should get that. It could be important for your work.
I will get that, but will you wait for me? One second, yes?
[ringing continues]
I mean it, Catherine.
Hello? Ah, Madame Zehnacker. Yes.
Um, excuse me, please.
My sister is about to go to my father's in Callian,
so I will telephone you later. Yes?
[sighs] Cath--
What?
I will meet you there... [stammers] ...this afternoon.
Yes. [stammers] I-- I'm going to hang up the phone, okay?
- Catherine. - [door opens]
Catherine.
[door opens, closes]
[sniffs] Mmm.
These are so lovely.
[sniffs] You can still dazzle, you know.
Yeah, something I cooked up with Henri.
I thought if we couldn't produce No. 5,
we should try and come up with something new,
uh, to win back the market and my name.
Poor Pierre.
What will he think when he finds out he's helped you wage a war against him?
Oh, he knows. I told him.
You told him, and he still let you go?
He had no choice.
[laughs]
He loves me.
[chuckles] Yeah, they all do.
[sniffs]
What is that, you mad woman?
To help me sleep.
Not my invention, but almost as wonderful.
I'm exhausted, Elsa.
And still, I cannot sleep.
[grunts, sighs]
And... [stammers] ...it helps?
Mm-hmm.
- [sighs] - Care to share?
Really?
[chuckles] As you wish.
But can you do it for me? Because I...
Does it hurt?
Just a little bit.
[inhales sharply]
[Elsa inhales sharply] Okay.
- [sniffs] Ooh. [gasps] - Breathe in.
[breathing sharply] Ooh. Ooh!
[whimpers]
[groans, inhales deeply] Ooh.
[grunts]
[sighs] We can both rest up.
We've earned it.
And we have a business to run.
- [chuckles] Mmm. - You can put your legs here.
Thank you.
I'm overwhelmed. I'm astonished.
How did you get him to do it?
I believe in you, Christian.
And to be honest, when I was with Boussac,
I realized that I want something for myself as well.
I am still hungry, Christian.
Lucien and I have had our time.
I want to build something new.
Boussac has agreed to give you this space on one condition:
that I handle the business while you create.
What I want is a partnership.
I want to share this journey with you, to back you up,
to protect you and help us both succeed.
Will you have me?
There is no one I would rather have by my side than you, Madame Zehnacker.
[sighs]
You have made me happy
for the first time in a very long time.
- [mouthing] Shall we? - Oh, please.
[knocking]
[Maurice] Catherine?
It's so good to have you here.
I want you to know that.
Thank you, Papa.
[breathes shakily]
[sobbing] Forgive me.
[sobbing continues]