Tell me about the emotions you were feeling at that moment.
Sadness?
Indignation?
Anger?
Despair?
Nothing.
I just wanted to end it all.
I can't rewrite history.
Start a new one.
Tell me about her.
About Gino's daughter.
Our daughter.
It's laser-cut neo-lace.
It produces five times less waste than traditional lace.
You want to use this for the Couture show?
It's still very delicate.
Like real lace.
You rock, Monique.
Figure of speech.
It's okay.
When will we have the first finished piece?
Yesterday, I imagine?
Good answer.
Honestly, aren't we literally reinventing Couture?
Did you eat a unicorn for breakfast?
He answered me this morning.
How is he?
What? You can dislike someone without wanting them dead.
He's better.
He invited me to spend Christmas in Brittany.
Will you go?
He's ready to talk to me.
I need to know where I come from.
I know we promised to be miserable on Christmas Eve together.
- I feel bad about leaving you, but-- - Don't.
Pinkie promises don't last.
He even invited Paloma.
Get used to the idea.
You have another niece.
I will when I'm sure it's not the medication talking.
Look, he's seeing a shrink.
That's positive.
After weeks holed up in his room like a vampire,
he wants an over-the-top Christmas.
The magic of Christmas.
Never listened to Mariah Carey?
If my brothers get along, I'll play it on repeat.
And for the capon stuffing, Périgord black truffle.
Not winter truffle.
You're already here?
Careful, Armelle. Those are fragile.
Is it the drugs or did you also see a flying Christmas tree?
You pulled out the big guns.
I know what you're thinking. What you're all thinking.
That we're going to have a wonderful Christmas.
You're acting like I'm about to guzzle a bottle of bleach.
Don't worry. Nelly hid them all.
I regret what I did, okay?
You always said you didn't want to be like our father.
Listen.
I know that between us, everything hasn't always been--
Marie, Marie, Marie.
You were there for me.
As always.
Thank you.
I want us to be a real family.
It's the only way to save the Maison.
So you invited Paloma…
because you've decided she's part of the family?
Despite what happened.
If I took offense at each low blow from a Ledu, I wouldn't invite anyone.
Especially not you.
Paloma did what she had to.
And yes, she's part of the family.
Inviting her to Christmas won't make her a Ledu.
It's too late. She's an adult now.
It was the same with Gino.
You didn't succeed.
As Barbara sang, "We cannot recover lost time."
Incidentally, how is your auction friend? Judith, right?
Maybe one can recover lost time…
after all.
Besides, if you start to take Barbara literally,
you might as well kill yourself on the spot, right?
Don't worry, there's nothing for you.
But this "no gifts" rule is stupid.
So what if we don't have the same means?
You're a millionaire. Slight detail.
And you vetoed the idea of gifts under 50 euros.
What can you buy with that?
What do you give to people who have everything?
- A scarf? - It's shahtoosh.
You give scarves?
12,000 euros a pop. It's illegal.
Impossible to find.
- What will you give your family? - Nothing.
We don't do Christmas.
We don't give a shit about Jesus.
But you did treat yourself to an exceptional piece of jewelry.
Did you book dinner at Falafel King too?
Even better.
I'll stop by the supermarket, grab some oysters,
a bottle of champagne,
and ta-da! Binging Christmas movies.
Losing my will to live.
Joking aside, why don't you come with me?
Joking aside, I really will have a nice evening.
I can't let you.
I want you to have a shit Christmas with my family.
It's non-negotiable.
My happiness for under 50 euros.
It's going to be awful. You'll love it.
I'M INVITED
I like it.
Can you walk?
Okay.
Palo--
We'll run tests with more robust fabrics, okay?
Don't worry. We still have time before the show.
Shit. It's a month away.
If I screw up my first Couture collection, they'll eat me alive.
Hey.
Tell them to go home to their families.
No use beating a dead horse.
We'll deal with it after Christmas.
Okay.
What about you? Are you…
Yeah, I'm still going.
You really don't want to come with?
Christmas with the Ledus? No, thanks.
You can tell me about it.
Is that for me?
Is your brother's head inside?
Can you give this to Louise tonight?
I'm sure you would have preferred not to spend Christmas on the Isle of the Dead.
Yes, but my brother's accident didn't leave us much choice.
The same "accident" as your father.
I'm baffled by your reluctance to call a spade a spade.
You're on an official mission tonight.
You know her?
Should I?
Judith Rozen, an auctioneer at Millon.
She's also the curator of your sister's phantom foundation.
Swipe left, as they say.
They spend lots and lots of time together.
No one likes to see their sister naked.
With stolen photos, it's a risk.
Now you have leverage.
To get your sister's shares.
It should be easy.
My mother trusts you.
Fine.
I'll come back from Christmas with Marie's head in a gift box.
Merry Christmas.
Lucy, how's my mother been acting lately?
I see.
I'm worried about her.
Ask Navarre to watch my husband too.
I already have.
If your uncle ever decides to move, what a nightmare.
There's also a road at low tide.
Which means we're marooned in Mordor until tomorrow.
NOBLE ANCESTRY LEDU DE KERDANET
Finally!
Welcome.
Why don't you give the grand tour to…
Solal. Front desk. Remember?
Of course. Solal.
Go on.
If you dare say I look good, I'll put you right back on that Zodiac.
I agree.
You look positively dreadful.
Thanks.
Hello, darling.
They all think I'm a lunatic who escaped from the asylum.
No need to apologize.
Can I decide what I want to say?
And you do want me to apologize.
True. Why didn't you visit me?
I thought you wouldn't want to see me.
Can I decide what I want?
You said it was an old shack.
It'll kill him when he finds out I sold my shares.
This time, he won't screw it up.
Many times, I've pictured him dying and me taking his place.
That's bad, isn't it?
Kinda.
But it's understandable.
My grandfather, Vincent's father, killed himself on this island on Christmas Eve.
First, my grandmother died giving birth to Victor, then he killed himself.
So, Christmas isn't your family's favorite holiday.
My mom had to get married and become a parent.
And Vincent became an inconsolable orphan.
For life.
Victor inherited the guilt of having killed both his parents.
And I was born into general indifference.
Did you see the family tree in the hall?
Yeah.
I'm not even on it.
I realized something as we arrived.
This is my last Christmas with them.
In a month, they won't speak to me.
I'll be alone.
Am I doing the right thing?
Making yourself happy instead of sacrificing yourself for them?
My girls and I learned the hard way
that sometimes the individual must take precedence over the collective.
Diana, Fergie, Meghan.
At least you didn't get the last word.
I'm glad you're here.
- Hello. - Hi.
Let me introduce Solal.
My uncle.
- Hello. - Hi.
Well, I'll let you settle in.
See you later.
Come in.
Vincent is a changed man.
Literally.
Too many meds?
I think he's being sincere.
It's weird being in this room, here with you.
Vincent redid everything.
I don't recognize much.
However…
he must have missed this.
Weren't you somewhat obsessed, hanging me in your closet like a teenager?
Head over heels in love, actually.
How touching.
And creepy.
Very you.
Before I beg for your return,
I need to be sure that's what you really want.
If you back out again,
I won't take it lightly.
I'll give you back your rightful place, stolen by Vincent.
And in return, you'll do exactly the same for me.
I want to be part of this family.
What an odd thing to want.
But I agree.
You'll get your shares.
So, it might actually come true.
Our old dream.
Old, that's for sure.
For a first batch, in all modesty, I think they're exceptional.
Who are you writing to in the middle of Christmas Eve?
Nobody.
Unbelievable.
She sends Vincent into a suicidal depression
and has the nerve to show up late.
Tell me, have I missed something?
Are those two an item again?
He used to model, didn't he?
Solal, right?
He wanted to.
I doubt he'll be on the front desk much longer.
How long has it been going on?
A few months. Why?
No reason.
They're cute.
- May I take your bag? - Yes.
- May I take your coat? - Of course.
Thank you.
Your purse?
Please, this way.
Welcome.
I'm…
I didn't know about the dress code.
You're perfect.
Here. This is…
It's for you. It isn't much.
You shouldn't have.
When I was eight, I was at the dentist.
I saw photos of one of your fashion shows in Paris Match.
I didn't know who you were.
My mother hadn't told me about you.
But I remember feeling this powerful urge to be like you.
There were paper and pencils for the kids in the waiting room.
You inspired my first sketch.
Already a Ledu.
Thank you.
Vincent, I…
- I regret what I-- - Don't.
Don't worry.
You and I have a lot more to talk about.
Is that you, dressed as Madonna?
Nope, that's me.
It's a miracle you're straight.
Or a curse, perhaps.
Well, nobody's perfect.
There's Robinson, dressed up as the Queen of Navarre.
No, I'm not.
I was dressed as Sissi.
For Mom's 40th birthday.
I believe you already know everyone.
Hello.
- Dad. - Thank you.
Merry Christmas.
Aren't we a bit old to be writing to Santa?
It's a family tradition.
Ancestral.
- Mother. - Thank you.
Christmas wishes date back to the women of Brittany,
who wrote the names of their husbands gone to sea,
wishing for their safe return.
Then, we wished for the lace to sell well.
And after that, the collections.
And finally, we started wishing for yachts and Soulages.
Tradition saved.
Must you tarnish everything?
Mine's been the same for 30 years.
Seized in customs?
Give it to your cleaning lady.
Very pretty. Thank you very much, Robinson.
Once it's written, then what?
You put it in a bottle,
and throw it into the ocean.
Don't worry, it's glass. It's biodegradable.
Where is Solal?
You're not paid to eat oysters. Answer the phone next time.
It's over.
I'm done.
I'm serious. I could expose you.
And we could throw you into the Seine.
Your call.
Solal?
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Sorry, the evening's dragging out.
I lied to you.
Merry Christmas.
It's not a wedding ring.
You're the only person I know who makes me a better man.
Gosh, that's cheesy as hell.
Now, get rid of that junk.
I so wish you were here with me.
Say it again and I'll hop in the car right this second.
I don't want to be without you anymore.
Come join me.
Come join me quickly.
I have to get back to the others.
Merry Christmas with Mr. Oyster.
Judith.
Yes?
No, nothing.
See you soon.
Does your husband know?
That you're cheating on him with Judith, right?
You haven't lost your nasty eavesdropping habit.
You're bisexual?
Do I have to justify myself to you?
Don't worry. I'm not getting divorced.
Has my sister been a stranger to me all these years?
It's just kindhearted curiosity, is it?
Marie.
Your marriage and your sex life are your business, okay?
But you're the one so obsessed with the unity of the family and the Maison.
I'm just surprised you'd take this risk.
We've all made choices that compromise our "unity."
At least I'm discreet about it.
You think you're being discreet?
I'm not throwing everything away
to open a hamburger stand with my girlfriend.
I'm 55.
I'm having fun.
And you can stop anytime, right?
I know from experience it doesn't work that way.
Exactly. So don't talk to me about integrity.
Except that I…
What?
You what?
I think I'm going to get a divorce.
It's about time.
You're lucky.
Divorce is a luxury I don't have.
Would you want one?
We'll find a solution.
You've sacrificed plenty for us.
What are you talking about?
You.
Here it is.
Here's where you spent the first two years of your life.
I'd love to have kept you all to myself.
But life had other plans.
Vincent, I…
I have something to tell you.
It's about Victor.
Yeah? You're worrying me.
Are you sure about this?
Excuse me?
I mean, have you really thought it over?
Of course I have. I made my decision. I signed.
What's wrong with you?
You've been on my case for six months, and now you make me doubt?
You can still return the money.
Once you betray them, there's no turning back.
You'll be the rogue.
I want to make sure you understand this.
Because after,
it's painful.
Damn you. You told me the exact opposite.
Mom, Vincent, you.
You think I'm the black sheep.
Just because I never read In Search of Lost Time,
and I listen to Robbie Williams instead of Schubert.
- Because I'm awkward. - Robinson.
You know I'm right.
But I've found a family who'll welcome me with open arms
and not holding their noses when I enter the room.
Like I've always wanted.
But Rovel will never be your family. That much I know.
What do you actually want?
Just because you're miserable at Rovel doesn't mean I'll be.
Okay, Uncle?
What do I do? Just throw it?
As far as you can.
I spoke to Vincent about your coming back.
How did he react?
It'll be fine.
If this is my last Christmas with them, I'm glad you're here.
Because with you, it's just the first.
Robinson, I need to tell you something.
I lied to you.
The capon will be all dried up.
- At last. They're sitting down. - Here we go!
Okay, Chef.
Nelly, please.
You're white as a sheet. Are you sick?
Your water glass is right there.
Doesn't he look sick?
I didn't get my flu shot this year.
I'm fine. Must be the oysters.
That's impossible.
I checked this morning. They couldn't be fresher.
We threw your oysters away.
If we had eaten them, we'd all be throwing up.
Enough with your oysters.
Top up my mother, for the love of God.
So, Paloma.
Your first Couture collection.
How exciting.
What's in store for us?
Excuse me.
I'd rather we not discuss the collection.
I didn't get the memo on approved topics of discussion.
I don't want to make a fuss.
Let's talk about something else.
Really, I'm curious. Tell us.
Listen, Victor.
I wanted you here so we could have a normal Christmas.
Like before.
Not to rip into each other.
Isn't that our normal Christmas?
Maybe you think I'm here on a corporate spying mission.
Vincent, people behave according to how they're treated.
And vice-versa.
You should show her the lace factory.
Did you know some of the looms are 100 years old?
Some of the lace makers, too.
Actually, Paloma has developed this laser-cut neo-lace.
It's quite interesting.
Yes, I saw the early trials.
It's scorched fabric, right?
It's truly incredible that we don't have anything else to talk about.
- Then it's not really lace. - That's the problem.
Well done. In just six months, you're already rewriting the rules.
The traditions, Yann.
Traditions often stand in the way of progress.
At some point, if nothing changes, nothing ever will.
Do you agree with that?
It's not my collection.
Solal, are you familiar with Brittany?
No.
Solal isn't into drizzle and yellow raincoats.
But he has other attractive qualities.
He excels at deception,
dissimulation.
Even simulation.
Solal, were you faking it in bed?
Robinson, let's get some fresh air.
A domestic dispute and a dry capon are too much for one evening.
Solal is very capable of making you think he loves you,
when in fact, he's being paid to spy on you.
So, how much were you paid to steal Vincent's video from me?
I beg your pardon?
There was a mole among us.
Solal works for Rovel.
Oh, and of course, Victor knew.
No.
No, I…
I didn't know about Solal.
Perle, I swear.
How could I have been so stupid?
- And you. - Vincent, don't dare take it out on him.
You're responsible, end of story.
And Victor is guilty.
Vincent, listen to what he has to say.
This is a chance to end the feud.
Forgive him.
Are you out of your mind?
I'm calling Nelson.
There's only one way to settle this. In court.
Hello, Monsieur Ledu.
Nice of you to call. Merry Christmas.
Nelson, this is serious. Rovel spies on us. Are you alone?
So, what now?
Nothing.
We wait until they're done.
What he was paid, for how long, what he stole.
He'll tell us everything.
He's upstairs, sobbing.
Robinson can make him talk. Right now.
Nelson, it's Perle.
Solal says he'll testify against Rovel.
No way.
He could say he was held against his will and we'd lose our entire case.
So, what do we do?
Bring him some herbal tea?
Listen to me.
Put him in the caretaker's house until tomorrow
and switch on the security cameras.
Nelson,
I need to inform you that Victor Ledu has just walked in.
Stay on the line.
Victor, you should know that this conversation is being recorded.
Did you know Diane Rovel had infiltrated us?
No.
- Of course you did. - Even I did!
From the start!
I knew you'd stop at nothing to crush us!
- Let's sleep on it. - Perle.
If you're not shocked by Victor's actions, we have a real problem with you too.
I suggest we vote immediately to decide if we file official charges.
For.
Against.
For.
What you did to Robinson is despicable.
For.
And Yann is with me.
Well, then. Motion passed by majority vote.
Are you there, Nelson?
Yes.
Please note that Maison LEDU intends to take legal action against the Rovel group,
Madame Diane Rovel, and Monsieur Victor Ledu.
I'll call you back.
I want you gone by morning.
My family accepts your offer.
I'm sorry.
You're moving to the caretaker's house.
You need to know you're free to leave whenever you want.
The road is underwater for now,
but we'll get a Zodiac tomorrow morning at low tide.
- Please-- - I'm not allowed to talk to you.
And I have to ask…
The diamond.
It could be viewed as witness tampering.
Hello.
Is every Ledu Christmas like that?
Are you hungry?
Yes.
Come with me.
Okay.
Was my father already sick when…
He didn't know.
But your mother wasn't. Thank God.
And you didn't mind…
that he slept with other people?
You know, our relationship had evolved by then.
So, my parents were wasted party animals who hooked up at the end of the night.
What a great start in life.
Why did they keep me?
They panicked when Lola got pregnant.
But then, they wanted you.
We wanted you. All three of us did.
Your parents adored you.
But…
they were so young and fragile.
And me…
I wanted you all to myself.
I thought nobody ever gave a shit about me.
But actually, I had three parents.
After Gino died…
you're what kept me going.
I was obsessed with you.
I wanted you to be my heiress.
I admit I acted as if your mother didn't exist.
One morning, she got fed up and took you away.
And I…
I had to force myself to forget you.
So, it was easier to hate me.
Oh, it was far from easy.
Don't think that.
Well?
How do you like my "old fart from Brittany" omelet?
Your omelet is delicious.
I swear I would have told you.
I didn't know about Solal.
At Rovel, everyone is followed.
Including me.
That makes you a consenting victim.
I'm sorry.
For wanting to sink us?
Or for lying to me twice?
Your return.
The two of us.
Did you really want all that?
Or was it just another play…
by you and the Rovels?
I wish you hadn't asked me that.
You've always needed an enemy to feel whole.
You're so self-righteous.
Hating me is what keeps you alive.
Do you expect me to thank you?
You know…
it almost worked.
You had an excellent PR girl.
Yes, Perle told me about your project.
The rogue brother's great comeback.
I could have gotten used to the idea.
It would have been ideal. For the Maison. For the family.
And for Perle.
But you never wanted us to be together.
What about you? Did you really want it?
Did you fight for her?
Are you sure you tried everything to be with her?
She was pregnant.
With your child.
She could have kept the child.
If she had trusted you.
But your ambitions have always guided your actions.
You're barely human.
From the day you were born, you bring death wherever you go.
Starting with our mother.
Last time we two stood here,
you said horrible things to me.
Now you want to get even, right?
Besides, you haven't trusted me in a while.
Why didn't you tell me about Paloma?
Why didn't you tell me you wanted to adopt her?
I think I knew what would happen.
That you'd betray me.
- That I couldn't trust you. - You betrayed me too.
You always said I was your "other half."
No secrets between us.
But you hid what mattered most.
That chapter of my life was my business.
I thought it was closed for good.
If you're not sincere, she'll never recover.
What exactly are you accusing me of?
Did you really want to die?
You've always found fresh blood to come back to life.
You're good at picking your allies.
Better than you, for sure.
The situation at LEDU is what it is.
Victor isn't coming back.
So, either you make do
or I'll accept your resignation.
Am I clear?
Yes.
Crystal clear.