"LA PALOMA" FASHION SHOW D-1
- How was your 20-minute night? - Short.
- Nothing else has come from upstairs? - Nope.
I'm going to check on the Divorcée.
Paloma?
The visuals for the bags.
Okay. Red and green.
Show me the tests.
It's the day before the show, and Maison LEDU is buzzing.
Oh, here's Paloma.
Paloma?
Your entire collection is 100% upcycled.
Can you tell us more?
- Later, okay? - Let's say in an hour?
No, later.
I wasn't able to get Paloma yet.
But I haven't lost hope.
And I have lots to show you. Follow me!
Are seven makeup stations enough?
- No, I need ten. - Okay.
Is that for me?
Thanks.
Morning.
He's leaving?
Retreating to his island.
Like Napoleon. To stop "disturbing the peace."
It's what you wanted, isn't it?
Hold steady.
If you run into a wild boar, it's him or you.
Are you crazy?
Louise, put that down!
Relax.
It's not an AK-47.
Grandma wants me to get my hunting permit.
She also knows you need to pass your exams first.
To be a good hunter, you have to start young.
That said, it didn't work with you.
Diane. The Guild president's calling.
Tell him if he keeps putting Fashion Week when hunting season opens,
we'll cut off his funding.
Victor!
You go with the beaters.
Caroline, Louise and I will go with the shooters.
- But... - Why?
You know how to shoot?
No. That settles that.
Victor. Over here.
Get in this one.
No, it's not right.
It doesn't work.
It's the train.
It should be longer and heavier.
We need to feel everything she's dragging behind her.
The weight of tradition,
the mental load.
- The patriarchy! - How many centimeters?
Two meters. That would be ideal.
Palo. The workshop is already drowning.
Two meters.
So, Joy, once you're here, you stop in front of the painting.
You made this?
No. My dad. He painted it for me before he died.
And I made it my signature.
So that's why I've decided to do my first indoor show at LEDU.
- I'm so proud to be part of it. - Thank you.
Wait. Sophie.
Sorry, but do you have to film all the time?
It's content for the making-of.
Forget about Sophie.
- She doesn't exist. Sophie who? - Okay, go on.
So...
Welcome to Schmuckville.
Excuse me?
We're at the bottom of the food chain. We're just here to catch strays.
I see. Wonderful.
Lucy?
What am I guilty of?
Robinson.
He's been stringing you along for three weeks.
I'm almost there. Tell Diane.
Almost.
Not good enough.
May I borrow your phone?
PALOMA CASTEL'S FIRST SHOW FOR LEDU - THE CRASH TEST!
Okay. So you're ghosting me.
You're right.
Keep beating yourself up for a bunch of ingrates.
Waste your talent.
No, Victor.
But it's hard for me to betray my family again.
I won't be the one that cracks open the door for Rovel.
You're just a pebble in the shoe.
Can you see Vincent selling?
And your mother?
Or me?
No. And Diane knows it.
She'll settle for your symbolic 3%.
Either way, tell me by tomorrow or the deal's off.
Did you have time to look at the makeup tests?
You'll show me later.
You like it? It looks cool.
- More natural, no? - Yes.
May I?
Paloma.
These gentlemen want to talk to you.
- Hello. - Thanks.
At last, a decent BMI.
Good.
Are we good?
We're fine. Your models are body-positive.
Mine, yes. But the ones you imposed on us...
We're used to surprise weigh-ins.
Joy, you come with me.
Still, for the Divorcée...
you would have been so much better.
I can't fit into a size 4 anymore.
You don't need to. You're so beautiful just like this.
That's the story I want to tell.
I understand. End of discussion. Okay?
18.7. Close but good enough.
See?
The bleed is an honor normally reserved for the hunt-master.
No!
What are you doing?
Is your life goal to step aside and let someone take your place?
Women go on and on about gender equality,
but sacrifice has been in their genes since the apes.
Victor is better suited to run things than me.
I'm happy in the wings.
Come here, darling.
Don't embarrass me like your mother.
Put the knife down.
Let go!
Mom.
It's nothing, honey.
She's always done that.
I'm sure she's fine.
They need another seven hours to finish.
Hold this for me.
Can you step back? I need to see.
Okay.
Simplify this. The bustier should be simple like this.
What?
No. There's no way.
- Palo. - What?
Everyone cuts looks the night before.
We can't finish the Divorcée and nine other looks!
Okay. Then tell them to get cracking.
Hire more people. Work it out. Do your job.
This look is in tomorrow's show!
Okay? Got it?
I'm not ditching looks. Not a single one!
For heaven's sake!
Perle told me you wanted another fitting.
Is something wrong?
Yes, actually, something is wrong.
Would you change right here in front of us, please?
What?
You have ten seconds to tell us what is going on with your weight.
Happy?
Everybody wears padding before weighing.
You gain a few pounds, and you lose them just in time for the show.
Everybody wins.
Perle told me it was okay.
I need to call my mother agent right now.
We can't lose the Divorcée.
It's our finale.
You should see this.
I've decided to do the first indoor show at LEDU.
Giving up things that pull you down. You know?
My dad painted it for me before he died. And I made it my signature.
Making-of, my ass.
She just wanted a story to post.
The art of turning spontaneity into marketing.
And I made it my signature.
That dress tells the story...
This need to share everything.
Isn't anything sacred anymore?
Thankfully, Perle handles all that now.
- Tell me where we're going. - No.
At least I can still surprise you after 30 years.
We need to talk about your son.
You overprotect him. What's he done now?
Nothing yet...
I don't want him on the board anymore. I'll manage his shares.
First the father, now the son!
Here we are.
The oyster bed is all ours.
The Creuses Fines won awards.
I've always wanted to invest in our terroir.
Very impressive.
- Do we have plans on the 27th? - The 27th?
The department's Celtic art competition.
As mayor, I can't go without my wife, involved in the world of art.
How sweet!
Do I ask you to come to Paris to see how that brat has ruined my Maison?
Besides, I have an auction. I'll stand in for both of us.
You're leaving already?
You know I'm allergic since that dreadful weekend in Cancale.
And I'll miss my flight.
But you should stay and enjoy. I have my driver.
And great project! Well done!
You can't miss a flight on a private jet.
Ten years ago, I made my own capsule collection.
At LEDU. Couture streetwear.
The collection I tried to steal from your closet?
Yes. It was long before casual chic.
But Vincent and Marie didn't get my dress pantaleggings
and sequined tracksuits.
They canceled the collection a week before the show
to avoid damaging the brand's image.
That's when Vincent banished me to the PR office.
They think that's all I can do.
I want to prove them wrong,
but if I leave,
I'll be letting them win.
And that drives me crazy.
Maybe they don't deserve you.
Maybe you're too talented for them.
You're just saying that because you came three times.
Maybe.
Make it work.
I want her.
I need her for tomorrow!
I'm trying to steal Gigi Hadid from Chanel.
Were you going to tell me about Joy?
I'll call you back.
The day before the show, it was our best option.
Like the story.
You're upset about that too?
Was Sophie really filming us for the making-of?
Or did you ask her to do a reality TV show on me?
I was doing my job. I want people to talk about you.
Not Vincent or Rovel.
You, the real you.
Your story already has millions of viewers.
Is that all that matters?
It was you.
- Your words. - But not my consent.
This won't work if I can't trust you.
If you want my story to sell.
If you want me to fit the mold.
Don't mistake me for the enemy.
This show...
It means as much to you as to me.
We wouldn't want to kick off this new era with a flop
and damage the Maison's united image.
I found a girl to replace Joy.
I did a story.
People are going wild.
After 17 years,
Perle Foster returns to the catwalk in a dress that tells her story.
Just thinking about it gives me chills.
Hello!
Everyone okay?
I brought you croissants.
Careful around the dresses, ladies.
What, Mom?
What do I wear to the show?
- 3.8 million. - High-heeled Crocs?
I'm lost without a dress code.
Ugly is the new cool, Mom.
This show could have been yours.
This is an exceptional Ellsworth Kelly.
Four million for Madame.
After your recent mishaps, your father and I think you need a fresh start.
Dad has a plan for me?
Conversion therapy, perhaps?
We just want you to be happy.
4.2 million for Monsieur.
- Where are you? - We'll talk at the show, honey.
4.5 million for Madame.
Four million to five.
Five million for Monsieur.
- Madame? - Five million.
Five million going once, twice, three times.
Sold! Congratulations, Monsieur.
Who were you talking to during my auction?
Mr. Oyster?
Almost. A different spineless creature.
Risking 4.5 million for a version of a painting you already own
is pretty ballsy.
And very sexy.
What can I say? I love pushing up your commission.
No. Stop!
What would your colleagues say?
That young women don't only appeal to men.
And they're right.
Are you staying?
I got commitments back in Brittany tonight.
Cancel them.
And stop playing the good wife for once.
Are you going to waste the rest of your life
for your husband's shares?
What century are you living in?
I don't expect you to understand.
No, you just want me to be your go-to lesbian.
If this doesn't work for you, we can stop.
You only wish it were that simple.
But I won't let you go, Marie.
Will you say yes to Rovel?
No, I'm going to turn it down.
I know I have it in me.
But in truth, Victor's life there is shit.
Diane crushes him. He's trapped.
That's not for me.
You can follow your dream without marrying someone you don't love.
Maybe. But if I sell, I lose my crown.
I'll be rich, but I'll have no title.
Exiled forever with no kingdom.
Like Queen Elizabeth's Nazi uncle.
The one who rotted in France.
So, what will you do?
Victor doesn't understand why you treat him like this.
I don't either.
THE RICHEST WOMAN IN FRANCE
Doesn't this imply some men are wealthier than me?
Only you would think that.
Besides, I am the wealthiest woman in Europe.
Victor is sacrificing a lot for us.
His family.
Soon, his Maison.
And he knows I'm his deal partner, and thinks you want to screw him.
He's right.
- You're sabotaging my marriage. - As if you needed me for that!
Here.
Look at this.
Photos of your husband with Perle.
Worthy of a romance novel. An entire album.
Taken two months ago.
This time it's over between them.
You believe him?
- I trust him. - Are you stupid or what?
He wants my group.
He knows he needs you to get it.
You think you don't need him?
Didn't you tell me to marry him?
You're not alone in the marriage.
It's been going on since he left LEDU.
He's a smoker who can't quit. He's hooked.
Your family is here.
- You must play the game. - The betrayed wife?
Navarre's on the line.
Wait. Stay! You're going to manage our informant.
I'm listening.
Robinson doesn't want to betray his family.
He plans to tell his mother at the show.
He can't speak to Marie Ledu.
Stick to him like glue.
Receptionists don't get front-row seats at LEDU.
You're handsomely paid to sleep with the nephew.
Make it happen.
I have to go. But feel free to hang here.
Maybe see you tonight?
No pressure.
Hurry!
I need help over here.
Palo, what are you doing up here?
That woman scares me.
I bet she eats kittens.
They're all here to watch me crash and burn.
I don't think I can do this.
Palo? Remember Madame Blin, in trade school?
Who used to say we'd never make it around the block?
Well, screw her.
Screw them all.
Yeah, screw them.
Now say it like you mean it.
Louder.
- Screw them. - Louder.
Screw them!
Welcome, Mr. Rousteing.
Get moving, girls. Makeup. Let's go!
- You're in the Paloma Army? - Of course.
I love it when young ADs are hired to modernize iconic Maisons.
We hope she'll be as successful as you.
What about the Robinson Army?
When is it coming?
I have an army of PR soldiers.
And I'm very happy with that.
Okay. If you say so.
See you later.
He's an awful liar.
One, two, three, four. I'm missing one.
Yes?
Did Dad cheat on you?
He wasn't particularly interested in sex.
He just wanted a child.
But you didn't.
I didn't marry him for love.
He was old and wanted a child-bearing woman.
And I wanted status.
I guess marriages of convenience are a family tradition.
It's the only real leverage we have.
Nothing's changed.
We'll always be reduced to what's between our legs.
So we lead him to believe he'll be CEO?
He'll get over it. He'll be very rich.
And when he figures out you don't intend to stick to your end of the deal?
You'll be able to divorce him.
Don't try to pretend you're happy.
The only thing he saw in you was me.
Did you plan all this?
You always plan everything.
I covered your back.
Your future and your daughter's.
We'll show them that the only good family name to have is ours.
- Tell me. - The dress is finished, not the train.
Perle left the fitting five minutes before showtime.
We should cancel the Divorcée.
No way. They'll have to wait.
She can't have gone far.
How original.
It looks like Christo, but dumpster-style.
After Galliano's Hobo collection, Paloma Castel's Garbage collection.
It looks like a market in here.
A flea market, I mean.
I have something to tell you.
Victor...
Hello.
No introduction?
I didn't even know you were here.
I'm here.
We're very strict at LEDU on workplace harassment.
Did you consent?
Excuse me.
Another excellent life choice.
I am overwhelmed by the depth of Paloma Castel's inspiration.
I'm off, Sophie.
Sorry, Caroline Rovel's at the door. What do I do?
Personally, I'd send her away.
You run PR, it's your call.
Just bear in mind she's worth gazillions, owns half the industry,
and you'll never work for Rovel.
The job's a double-edged sword.
Good luck.
Planning to do another Rachel?
I can't breathe.
The bitch trapped me.
I'm too old to model.
Look at me.
I'm ridiculous.
Honestly, you're stunning.
And it's your "middle finger" to Vincent and the family.
Don't miss the chance. Use it.
Savor the moment.
You should take your own advice.
What the hell are you doing?
We're almost on and the Divorcée isn't ready.
I'm coming.
You look fantastic, Caroline.
Have you come to find inspiration?
Well, look who else has shown up!
Victor in the front row, Perle on the runway.
What a blast from the past.
Hurry!
Are you okay, Perle?
We're 40 minutes late.
Stop sewing.
We'll pin.
Vincent has his faults, but at least he was on time.
We have to start, Paloma.
Yeah, I know.
Let's go?
Let's go.
We've done our best. Go.
Showtime.
Go.
About that fresh start I mentioned earlier,
you should let me manage your shares.
Follow your father's example. Let me handle the Maison.
Find yourself a hobby.
Your receptionist... Have fun together.
Travel around the world.
Deep down, I bet you'd be relieved.
Go.
Okay.
Monique, a pin. Quick!
You're magnificent.
What did you want to tell me?
I forgot.
It's awful to be underestimated by one's mother, isn't it?
Welcome to the club.
I don't think we're in the same club.
Has Victor been relieved of his mission to convince me?
Trouble in paradise, Sue Ellen?
We have more in common than you think.
We want you at Rovel. You'll get the place you deserve.
Call you tomorrow.
Everything okay?
Had a good trip?
Yes, thanks.
You were magnificent.
So was her show.
Don't you agree?
If I praise her,
I dig my own grave.
If I don't, they dig it for me.
What do you want me to say?
The truth.
What you really thought.
It wasn't all that bad.
There.
I think she'd like to hear it. Your opinion matters.
Even if she pretends otherwise.
What would you like for lunch?
Nothing.
I'm not staying.
You're not?
No.
You remember my final show?
In 2005?
You thought I'd gained weight.
You made me lose six kilos in two weeks.
I was pregnant.
Victor.
You didn't ask. I made my own choice.
It was my job.
To put you before everything.
Myself included.
Did Victor know?
What matters is that I did it because you couldn't handle it.
From the start, from the moment I met him,
you couldn't imagine me caring about anyone but you.
Let alone your brother.
The day after the show,
you told me it was my last.
I was slim enough.
But probably too old.
And he married Caroline.
I'm truly a monster, aren't I?
I don't know.
But I do know you always bring out the worst in people.
And you cultivate it.
Thank you, Brigitte.
Hi.
Everything all right?
What?
My mother will announce
that she's handing you the reins at her birthday.
Congratulations.
You got what you wanted.
But...
we're still a team, you and I?
I'll always be there for you.