[machinery revs]
[chauffeur] Thank you.
LACEMAKING
Ah, finally.
Gorgeous.
LIFE IS A DANCE
- [tailor] Good morning. - Morning.
- All done, Monique? - Yes.
Tell Monsieur Ledu the dress is completed.
- Good morning, Mademoiselle Foster. - Morning, Kader.
- Good morning, Jérôme. - Hello, Monsieur Ledu. Thank you.
We're late, Vincent.
Luxury is time, Perle.
- Thank you. Excuse me. - Hello, Monsieur.
[Vincent sighs]
[door opens]
- Ah, how beautiful. - [Perle gasps] Hey!
[Perle] Fantastic.
It's beautiful!
Could you please tell Miss Lee that, um,
it's such an honor for me to... to be the one to reinterpret
the wedding gown worn by my mother,
Jeanne, the quintessential elegant woman.
And I'm sure she would have loved all your suggestions.
[interpreter speaking Korean]
[speaking Korean]
Miss Lee says that she asked for more lace, and for real gemstones.
Sure, but it's a dress, I hope. I mean, it's not chain mail.
[Perle] Don't translate that, please.
Reassure Miss Lee
Maison LEDU would be glad to do all we can
to satisfy your requirements.
[interpreter speaking Korean]
You look fantastic.
I must tell you that in all my life, I've never made so many prototypes.
So I'll leave you with my lovely assistant,
and she can formalize an agreement.
Have a wonderful day.
Um, he's very tired. He's got a show in two days.
[sighs]
Have you heard how she talks to me? What is she, some kind of princess?
We made it to order for her wedding. Nobody else would buy it, so...
Not to mention the bridesmaids' dresses, the shoes, the clutches,
the clothes for the whole of the Lee family.
"The dance of life."
She'll end up wearing undies to her wedding with poetry like that.
[Perle sighs]
No problem.
And I know your assistant will find you another deal worth seven million.
When you speak like an accountant, it's frankly unbecoming.
Well, Vincent, if you want that flamboyant centennial, you need money.
Embroiderers, feather makers, tanners,
your personal staff, the housekeeper, driver, the Swiss spa and the rest.
So if Sun-Hi says "dance of life," it's "dance of life."
[elevator dings]
Oh, don't tell me we're competing with that twit.
Vincent Ledu descends from Olympus to play salesman.
Precisely. And now I'm heading back up.
- Let's go, now. - [she stammers]
I'll catch up with you.
- [man] Hi, Perle. - [sighing] Victor.
Couldn't give me a shout?
You didn't say anything either.
But Rovel's been stealing your clients for 20 years.
We both play along.
And we're happy to. At least I am.
But don't get mad. It's not personal.
It's very personal.
[scoffs]
Oh! Congratulate my brother tonight, please.
Somehow, I'm not on the guest list. [chuckles]
[Minister of Culture] LEDU is France's coat of arms.
Our nation's ceremonial dress.
LEDU is a Maison with one hundred years of history.
A lineage of seafarers from Brittany lost at sea,
and their wives, who wove the black lace of their inexorable widowhood.
Your dearly missed parents, Jeanne and Aldric,
opened the doors of Parisian luxury to LEDU lace.
From a family atelier to a jewel of international design,
Maison LEDU is, above all, a family.
- United today as it was then. - Mmm.
- Who briefed her on us? - Shush.
Their signature is timeless in the world of luxury.
[cell phone beeps]
[Minister] What an epic journey.
This vessel has traveled across many oceans.
And you, Vincent Ledu, are its proud captain.
On behalf of the French Republic,
we hereby appoint you Commander of Arts and Letters.
[applause]
- Thank you. - Bravo. Bravo.
- [classical music plays] - The original is gold,
with an azure cross, a silver ship and sixteen ermine-flecked eagles.
But no room for them on the ring. [chuckles]
Your family is so inspiring.
Hmm.
Hey, what's your uncle like in person?
Um, he's kind of a stickler.
He doesn't trust practically anyone.
But I'm part of his small creative circle and--
Thank you.
[chuckling]
- I'll see you later. - I'll see you later.
Agnès!
- Oh, Vincent! - [chuckles]
Bravo, Commander.
- And soon a general. - Hmm.
You tell me what's going on?
- Later. - Tell me now.
A call on behalf of Sun-Hi.
Now what? Does she want "Peace & Love" in rubies on the bustline?
Is that it? [chuckles]
What?
[gasps]
Vincent.
[Vincent] Fifteen prototypes thrown in the trash! What a waste of time!
- [sighs] Fifteen prototypes in the trash. - Vincent.
Please calm down. Don't make a scene, please.
If I want to make a scene, then I'm going to make a scene!
I have had it with that mafia, those majokko dog-eating plebes. I'm done!
They would... They would... They would buy shit in a bottle.
As long as it had that big, gaudy, showy Rovel logo, they love it.
- [music continues] - [no audible dialogue]
[breathing heavily]
[Vincent] If I want to make a scene, then I'm going to make a scene!
- I have had it with that mafia... - [woman giggling]
...those majokko dog-eating plebes. I'm done!
They would... They would... They would buy shit in a bottle.
As long as it had that big, gaudy--
- Give me that. What is that? - Hey! What's your problem?
- Nothing. - Do you recognize me?
Ah. Oh, yeah.
[Vincent continues shouting on phone]
- Did you share this? - No, but-- No.
No. No, I-- I swear.
Who do you work with?
No one. I'm a waitress. It just made me laugh, so I filmed it.
They're a bunch of backward gooks...
DELETE
They went straight from the rice paddies to the Ritz.
CANCEL
[electronic beep]
You, what's your name?
Uh, Stella.
- Stella...? - Yes.
- Stella what? - Cioni.
DELETE
Okay, let me be very clear, Stella.
If I hear about this video anywhere,
a café, or some teen magazine,
you'll be fired and you'll never find another job in Paris. Do you understand?
I should destroy this phone, okay? Get lost.
...then I'm going to make a scene!
I have had it with that mafia, those majokko dog-eating--
[employee] Did the bride get dumped?
[employee 2] No, LEDU got dumped. The order was canceled.
Scrap it all, as usual.
[chattering]
[Jérôme] Yes?
Hello. I'm Paloma Castel and--
- Can I help you? - Yes, um...
I was hoping to peek around a minute in the courtyard?
That's not permitted.
No, because I, uh...
You see, my... my dad, um, Gino Castel, used to work here.
- Hmm. - Here. Have a look at this.
[chuckles] He even lived there.
Right. Mozart lived there as well.
Listen, miss, if you want to get inside,
you'll have to apply for an internship like everyone else.
Okay?
[door opens]
[Jérôme] Time to go now.
Okay.
He was your father. You told him, right?
[sighs]
Yeah. Who gives a shit? [chuckles]
[friend] In any case, they're doing a great cleanup job.
Mmm. Ye-Ji, how about some old-school tailing?
[chuckles]
- Taxi, follow that car. - [both laugh]
[chattering]
They're over there.
[Paloma] Those are all bags of new luxury clothes.
Picture that, times the number of brands, only in Paris.
"Thank you very much, gentlemen.
Of course we'll destroy your unsold goods.
Just to make sure no one else can use them."
"Illegal? Come on, no problem."
All right. Thanks, man.
[Paloma gasps]
Come on, come on.
- [machinery clangs, whirring] - [beeping]
[Paloma] Shit! There's Rovel in there too!
Who the hell's that? Hey!
- What are you doing? - [Paloma] Let's go! Quick!
- [alarm blaring] - [man] Security!
[Paloma] Go, go, go, go!
- [Ye-Ji] Shit. - [Paloma] Come on! Go!
Dammit! Run!
[both laughing]
[Ye-Ji] Give me the bag.
- [banging] - Stop! Stop!
[both laughing]
[security guard] Shit!
["I Only Have Eyes For You", The Flamingos]
You're so beautiful.
I'm certain Vincent has a portrait of you in his attic, aging in your place.
And a voodoo doll of you that he pricks with needles all day long.
You must be in serious pain after that number you pulled on us.
[chuckles]
I could be a masochist.
[Perle] I'm not sure who's more twisted, you or your brother.
Funny you insist on wearing the Ledu crest.
[door closes]
It's still my last name, you know.
And it's still your Maison.
Despite your best efforts to sink it.
Don't hold a grudge.
I got this contract because our design crew can still do
what Vincent no longer can.
- Is that so? - Adapt to the client.
But you know I don't care about that.
The business, Rovel, LEDU,
- Vincent. - [scoffs]
Soon you'll be suggesting we run away to a Greek island.
[chuckles]
No.
To tear you away from Paris would be awfully cruel.
But we could drop everything and go live in the 20th arrondissement.
You wouldn't survive more than one minute in the wild, Victor.
You were born in captivity.
Same goes for you.
You've lost your claws by filing them.
Adaptation's my game, darling.
Mmm.
What do you think about me staying over?
Get real, Victor.
[chuckles]
[panting]
Hello, Perle.
Hello, Nelly. How is he this morning?
He wanted me to tell you that you're late.
Okay. Wonderful. Got it.
[Perle] Thanks, Nelly.
The Fashion Guild has invited Doppel to have a show this season,
and we're on the guest list.
Doppel, um...
I mean, Paloma Castel.
[Vincent] Mmm.
She's very good, you know.
[clears throat] Have you heard of Patrick Hernandez?
Um, the guy who sang "Born to be Alive"?
- Mm-hmm. - Mmm.
Global hit in '79.
27 million albums sold.
But did you know "Disco Queen" or "Ballerina," for example?
No, of course not.
He was doomed to perform the same song
till the poor man was buried.
And me too, I've been singing the same old song for years.
It's not the Maison that's 100 years old.
It's me.
[sighs]
Your centennial gala's going to be a triumph.
I'm sure of that.
Trust me. Huh?
Hmm.
- Hmm. - Hmm.
- Do your press review for me. - [sighs]
[Perle] Come on.
Fine. But you asked for it.
All right, then, let's see.
Hmm, hmm, hmm.
[clears throat]
"London, on the red carpet tonight, at the premiere of a new film,
was none other than Mademoiselle Perle Foster, LEDU's eternal muse,
superlatively adorned in a sparkling tight Balenciaga
apple green sheath,
thus running the risk of looking completely ridiculous,
wearing clothes that were vulgar
when she should have looked sublime in LEDU."
It says so here, right here. Look.
You're such a bitch.
[chuckles, sighs]
Darling.
- [shutter clicking] - [photographer] Hands on your hips.
- Forward. To your left. - Uh, excuse me. Ye-Ji?
Can you come? We need to know how many looks we have to change.
- Okay. Let's go. - Yeah.
- [shutter clicking] - [photographer] That's good. That's good.
[Paloma] Okay. Uh, guys?
Well, um...
Well, I know that you're probably beyond tired,
that changing looks at this stage is suicidal.
But we have to do it.
LEDU, Rovel, and all the others,
discard unsold stock without a second thought.
And they have everything slashed to pieces to make sure no one else can use it.
These clothes were destined for the trash.
We will reuse them. We can work wonders with them.
You will work wonders with them.
You guys are wizards.
And you are eco-warriors.
And, thanks to you, tonight we'll make fashion history.
- [applause] - Thank you.
- Hello, Monsieur Ledu. - Hello.
- He's arrived. - Thanks very much.
Ladies, Monsieur has arrived for the number eight fitting.
Monsieur is coming. Put that over there right away.
[sighs] Ryan?
Would you like your internship to end today?
The bubbles are gone.
- Move! - Yes. Of course.
- Hello, everyone. - Hello, Monsieur.
Hello, Monsieur.
- Hello, Monique. - Monsieur.
[deep breathing]
[glass clinks on table]
[clicks tongue]
Right.
[pianist practicing "Für Elise", Beethoven]
Sixty-five degrees inside the car.
Never above, never below.
Do not speak. Never peek at her in the rearview. You're invisible.
Always follow the supplied itinerary.
She must only see Rovel advertisements along the way.
Like a guard of honor. Have I been clear?
Absolutely.
Slow down as you pass the ads, but not too much.
Wasting time is a no-no.
Questions?
She may be an icon of French cinema, but she needs a new surgeon.
She looks shell-shocked.
The French love her.
[glass clinking]
[reversing alarm dings]
What a lovely day.
Well, for some people.
[sighs]
[employee] Good morning, Madame Rovel.
[Vincent] ...all these people want, they just want to show off.
They don't understand anything, anything, about what we do!
- [laughing] - I want to sell to people
who have taste and spirit.
Not to a backwards tribe of goddamn gooks
who got lucky and made a fortune on cell phone chips.
They went straight from the rice paddies to the Ritz. And now they rule the world.
- It's disgraceful. - And who's your source?
Well, I have no idea. Lucy won't tell me anything.
Less knowledge, better deniability.
And what will you do with it?
Give it as a bone to gnaw on to the pit bull tabloids at LuxuryTea.
Actually, it's already done.
Isn't it incredible how 17 seconds can ruin 100 years of history?
[chuckles] I... I just love the Internet.
Didn't you want to kill your brother?
Yes, but I still own a third of the Maison, Diane.
Exactly, Victor.
It's time for you to decide who your family is.
Because you can't sit on the fence forever.
Well, play it again.
It's delightful. [chuckles]
[Vincent's nephew] Yes, that's exactly right. We'll work wonders.
I hope so.
[chuckles]
Okay, bye.
Sophie. Sophie. I'm gonna need one more front-row seat
for the German influencer with two million followers.
Yes, of course. Um...
Pardon me, but my name's Céline.
Of course, but I can't work with someone who shares a name with a rival of LEDU.
[phone beeps]
[electronic beeping]
SHADES OF RACISM FOR LEDU'S NEW COLLECTION
- [beeping continues] - [murmuring]
Monsieur Ledu, I need your approval of the color for the catwalk.
[phone buzzes]
[Vincent] This isn't black. I said black.
[assistant] But it is black.
No, it's raven. It's not black.
- This is what I want. Sharkskin. - [assistant] Oh, yes, of course.
It's magnificent.
MAFIA OF DOG-EATING PEASANTS
Absolutely gorgeous.
And he's talking to the dress, right?
You're not bad yourself, Eva. [chuckles]
- How are you? - [kisses]
[phone beeps]
- Palo? - [Paloma] Yeah?
Look at this.
What?
Ledu just pulled a Galliano.
[Vincent] I think that if we move this--
What happened? Did somebody die?
[phone buzzing]
- [sighs] - [phone buzzing]
- Well, did you at least watch it? - Oh, come on, will you?
I know what I said, and it's hardly the end of the world, is it?
[woman] I know the way. Thank you.
Marie.
You simply can't control yourself.
Oh, hi, Mommy.
[Vincent] How nice to see you!
I had hoped my baby sister would have attended my decoration ceremony, but no.
You should have skipped it as well, brother.
- [sighs] - [phone buzzing]
I know who it is. It's your Victor!
Your favorite brother is behind this.
It's him and the fishmonger.
That woman has always wanted to own us. All this is a put-up job.
You're the one in the video. It's not Victor, or Diane Rovel.
Well, Robinson and I have assessed the extent of the crisis--
- Oh, the "crisis"? Come on already. - Yes, the crisis.
Do you remember that scandal on television?
That stupid debate about good taste? The hysterical journalist?
Well, about a week later, people had just forgotten.
Everybody moved on.
It's a whole new millennium, Vincent. Did you know?
Yes, this is the age of the ethical inquisition, Perle. Okay?
I didn't rape anyone, and I don't have a foreign bank account.
I just made a bad joke in the heat of the moment. You know.
Well, it wasn't funny, and it was racist.
I am not a racist!
You had better fix this mess, Vincent.
Somehow or other. But don't look to me.
Because I am completely fed up after years of cleaning up after you!
- We all are! - [phone ringing]
[Marie] Hello?
Ouch.
Well, so, uh, one of our boutiques was vandalized in Seoul,
and another in Beijing.
The Asian market's united.
WeChat has taken down our e-shop.
Furthermore, the video's a worldwide meme. It's been shared everywhere.
What on earth is a "meme"?
The video has become a meme across the planet.
The Fashion Guild's feeling pressure to cancel their show,
but it's still on for now.
[chuckles] We sit back and enjoy the ride.
I give it 48 hours before your brother resigns.
Then there will be a LEDU fire sale.
My family won't sell. And neither will I.
The Ledu family. You think you're God's gift to mankind.
Even as children, you all looked down on me.
I know everything, even my nickname.
"Fishmonger," right? Screw your family.
Well, think it over, Victor.
This could be the end of the road for your family.
Making you just my employee.
Or, at best, the husband of a rich woman.
- Mother! - [Diane] Some people are happy like that.
Mom, we get the point.
Sometimes, dancing with the devil is the only way to survive.
I know all about that.
[sighs]
Now, if I betray my own family and sell you my shares,
I'd wanna be chief.
Your position.
CEO of Rovel.
Gentlemen...
Why can't we just deny the whole thing?
How about we just say it's a fake, for instance?
We'll fry if we do that.
Remember when Stefano Gabbana said he was "trolled" on Insta?
And, besides, it's already viral.
What do we do about the centennial?
It'll be held as planned tomorrow at five o'clock.
[Robinson] Oh, crap.
- What? - Victor betrayed us.
Show me.
La Maison LEDU and Vincent Ledu are two different things.
I strongly condemn my brother's scandalous outburst
and I am ashamed of him.
Well, there it is. Now it's impossible to deny.
That was him all right, and this little speech of his proves it.
Well, we'll figure out who leaked the video later.
What's important now is to stop the bleeding.
No, what's important is to file a complaint for invasion of privacy.
All right?
Now, Robinson will send out a release.
Yes, yes, I know it's a shock,
but there's a lot more to your job
than swanky affairs and humping chiefs of staff.
Now, I need you to defend me, all right?
Convince them I'm the victim here.
And your mother will write a press release for me.
And Perle will appear on television. Get her a prime-time slot.
We have to support each other
because we are a family.
Ah, all right.
[chuckles]
When it comes to living off me, you have no problem.
But the one time I actually might need you...
Thanks a lot.
[Victor] I can wait.
But I want a commitment.
You're milking your marriage for all it's worth, aren't you?
Enough!
What? Your husband just shut you out. Will you say something?
You know what people say?
That you don't have it in you to take the reins.
That your only asset is your last name.
So, react!
Prove otherwise.
Well, go ahead. Say something.
[breathes shakily]
No? Nothing?
Well, Victor, looks like we have a deal.
But I'm warning you, if you ever decide to blow the whistle on us,
I will blame you for that video.
[chuckles]
[Vincent] My parents taught me to love and respect all cultures.
I'm a great admirer of South Korea and its cultural heritage.
I want to apologize most sincerely to the people of that nation.
Stress and a lot of pressure made me say things I didn't mean.
And as they say in Seoul,
"it is an empty wagon that makes the most noise."
My words in no way reflect my true feelings
or my deep respect for the place known as "the land of morning calm."
Oh, come on. I'm not saying that. It's madness. [sighs]
Uh, look, it's an act of contrition.
Do you want me to sing a K-pop song too? This is ridiculous!
No, instead I'll be Queen Elizabeth at Balmoral after Diana died.
I'll be wrapped in decorous silence. There.
Now, just get out. I have work to do. This is ridiculous!
- Out you go! All of you, out. - Okay, okay. Let's go.
Let's move it, folks.
This is ridiculous!
Yeah, uh... Sure, I see. Uh-huh.
You all right?
Will you please avoid polyester?
It gives me a migraine.
Robinson. Robinson, um...
Eva Herzigová has bailed.
But it's not just her. All the VIPs are unavailable.
So... what do you think?
Use Instagram to fill the room.
The young love the taste of blood.
Okay. Okay.
[phone rings]
Hello. You've reached Victor Ledu.
[sighs]
WAITRESS (5)
[phone rings]
Hello. You've reached Stella Cionis' voicemail.
[door opens]
In a better mood?
Yes. Can you please close the door? I need privacy now.
[sighs]
Okay, so it's hit or miss with you.
You call me up because you don't feel like sleeping alone,
and the next day you're a complete jerk.
So, tell me, what's the forecast for tomorrow?
[sighs]
Hang on.
Wait.
Yeah?
They just predicted clear skies.
["My Nene", Mykki Blanco playing]
[the song continues]
[chattering]
Hello. Welcome to the Doppel show. I believe you're in the front row.
[song stops]
We're almost ready. What about you?
Yes, in five.
- [guest] Hey, that's Perle Foster. - Did you see her?
[heavy breathing over speaker]
[woman] Fashion kills! Fashion kills! Fashion kills!
[woman 2] Fashion kills! Fashion kills!
Fashion kills! Fashion kills! Fashion kills!
SECURITY
- [clamoring] - [guests gasping]
- [applause] - [exclaims]
[guests gasp, cheer]
40 BILLION TONS OF CO2 EMITTED
[muttering]
100 BILLION CLOTHING ITEMS ARE SOLD EVERY YEAR
I mean, that T-shirt looks great right there.
[Vincent] I have had it with that mafia,
- those majokko dog-eating plebes... - [crowd boos]
Majokko dog-eating plebes. Dog-eating plebes.
Shit in a bottle.
As long as it has that big, gaudy, showy Rovel logo, they love it.
[guests boo]
[guests cheer, whistle]
[cheering, whistling continues]
- Congratulations. - Come here.
- That was so great, really awesome. - Thank you.
Well, I couldn't have done it without you. You killed it.
Thanks. Okay, bye. See you soon. Bye.
What the hell is he doing here?
Oh, hello.
That was wonderful.
Bravo.
I mean, were you even watching it?
Of course. Why?
Even the pieces with your logo you thought were wonderful?
[chuckles]
I mean, on the issues, we agree. Things have to change.
You haven't changed them yet because...?
Because we've been waiting for the right person.
And we believe in you.
You are trying to revolutionize the industry.
Rovel is the industry.
The entire industry.
Join us. Make fashion differently. Come show us how.
[scoffs]
Bravo. A major slap in the face.
Don't you agree, Victor, that in this field, some deserve a big slap?
I'll leave you to it, then. Paloma, call me soon, okay?
[sighs]
Uh, I didn't think you would come.
Well, I... Of course, I was hoping you'd make it, but I thought that--
You mean you were counting on Vincent, right?
[chuckles]
Thank goodness he didn't come. Seeing himself projected on all the walls.
Not to mention his repurposed clothes.
In any case, I hope that you enjoy your success. It's really merited.
And, um, thank you for the invitation.
[Paloma] Bye.
[keys jingle]
[spouse] Paloma Castel said no?
[Victor] I won't give her a choice.
Your mother had no problem forcing my hand.
With that video.
For 20 years, I've been waiting patiently for her to trust me to...
To?
Why do you--
You wanna run the company now?
I thought we'd discussed this.
That was long ago.
And...
has something changed?
You tell me, Victor.
Come sit down.
[Victor sighs]
What your mother said about us this morning...
I don't want her to be right.
[gasps]
I've never wanted to be my mother.
You think you can handle that?
You let your family drown? You don't lift a finger?
They're the ones who left me to drown.
Vincent...
made sure I would get the boot.
Vincent isn't difficult.
But your sister? Your nephew?
Perle?
If you sell your LEDU shares, there will be no turning back with them either.
There never was.
Apologize.
Make a genuine apology. A sincere one.
You must do it. Face it.
Well, maybe I can't save the Maison.
But you can, Perle.
Be my bride again.
Like 25 years ago. Walk the runway.
People love you. If you walk for me, that's all they'll talk about.
Right.
I won't come out at the end. Hmm?
The end will be all you. All right? Nobody else.
Save me, Perle. Save me.
But it's true. You're right.
Since you replaced Marie,
I've seen you as nothing else but my employee.
But you know you are so much more to me.
If I walk for you,
I'll never be anything more than your muse, Vincent.
- That's not true! - Yes, it is.
This would be different.
First of all, I'll make an announcement after the show.
I'll name you director, huh?
You'll take over. Officially.
I'm handing you the keys to the Maison, Perle.
[sighs]
And all you require in return is that I sacrifice myself.
It's not about what I require, Perle.
It's for the Maison, my dear.
For your Maison.
[sighs]
[protesters chanting] Racist! Ledu is racist! Ledu is racist!
LEDU IS RACIST
VINCENT - SHIT-EATING PEASANT
DIVERSITY IS OUR STRENGTH!
[protestors booing]
PROUD TO BE KOREAN
Here at the Maison LEDU,
demonstrators by the dozens have come out to register their...
Wanna come inside for the show?
- [protestors booing] - All right.
Listen, this is sort of a bad time. Can I call you back?
Because it's kind of crazy out here.
[booing continues]
Hello, babies! So I'm here at the LEDU fashion show
without having to hustle for my invite.
Lots of cancellations at the last minute.
Hey, Monsieur Robinson Ledu!
Robinson, would you say something to my followers?
For the rest, watch my story.
Julie, you don't feel sick. You did a story at Balmain an hour ago.
Hello.
Luca!
Get rid of another row.
You've been upgraded to second row. Congrats.
It's polyester, though. I won't burst into flames, will I?
Keep clear of the spotlights, hmm?
She's wearing Shein top to bottom. What do I do?
Economy got an upgrade to business. We have no choice.
Excuse me. You can move up to the front row.
Oh! How nice! [chuckles]
- Fine. Thank you. Good luck, huh? - Thanks. Thank you.
Everything okay? I'll be right back.
Uh, well...
Okay, Martin, thank you. That'll be fine. Thank you. Thank you.
You okay?
Thanks for this.
Give me a look. Come on.
Turn around.
- Monique! - [Monique] Yes, Monsieur?
How pretty.
Good.
One, two, three.
[emplyee] Come on, time to move.
Well, you are perfect.
Huh? See you out there.
Thank you.
Okay, let's go!
See you.
Perle's ready.
Let me see.
Beautiful.
Eloise.
Mm-hmm.
Marylou...
The hair needs a touch-up.
Can someone fix this bow?
All right, now. Get ready.
Five, four, three, two...
- Time. - All right.
It's okay, chérie. You can go now.
[classical music plays]
[classical music continues]
Are we sure about the music?
[whispering] It's a pretty risky dress.
It's hell out there.
How awkward.
Anne-Sophie.
Where is Perle?
Thirty seconds till the bride.
So there's no finale.
[sighs]
[audience murmurs]
[music ends]
[scattered applause]
- What now, Vincent? - [sighs]
[audience murmurs]
[scattered applause]
Have you ever imagined what your own funeral might be like?
This feels like it could be mine.
And attending your own funeral
is pretty much like the ultimate fashion show, isn't it?
You wonder,
"Who will be there? And who is in the front row?
Who will be wearing LEDU?
And who can make the cruelest jokes,
or be the meanest, one minute later?
Or even while it's going on."
Most of all, you'll wonder who cares,
who really cares that I'm gone?
Uh, well... [clears throat]
But I do care. I do care for you.
And I also care for fashion.
So fragile, um, and yet so vital.
Vital, like... like a heartbeat, like...
like the air we breathe.
So, I... I wanted to apologize
if, throughout all these years,
if... if I've loved you badly at times.
[attendee] Racist! Racist!
[attendees shush]
But... [clears throat]
...there is one thing I won't apologize for.
- It's who I am. - [attendees booing]
Unfortunately, at my age, it's too late to become someone else.
[attendees booing and whistling]
[booing continues]
["Ex-fan Des Sixties", Bon Entendeur and Jane Birkin]
VINCENT LEDU'S FINAL SHOW?
- Can I help you? - Are you Paloma Castel?
Yeah, that's me. Yeah.
- We're from the fraud squad. - What?
Rovel has filed a counterfeiting complaint.
- A what? - Gentlemen, get to work.
- [Paloma] Wait. - We'll have to seize all the merchandise.
[no audible dialogue]
Now that I've destroyed the father, I want the daughter.
Bring me Paloma Castel.
Subtitling: DUBBING BROTHERS