I hope you have good news for me.
It's a go for Yann.
The sale is legal?
Rovel's lawyers managed to invalidate your entire shareholder agreement.
On what grounds?
You already know, Vincent.
I deprived Yann of his right to sell and vote.
It only held up because he was my husband.
So from now on, the shareholder agreement is nullified?
Absolutely.
You know who's taking advantage of this right now?
Your turn, my dear Son-in-law.
I assume the contract is ready.
It's been gathering dust for years.
First Robinson, then Yann.
Victor sold. That's for sure.
No need for the long face.
Think of the future, not the past.
It's over. We lost our majority.
We have to tell Paloma.
- Good morning, Louise. - Hi, Brigitte.
Hi.
Are things that bad with Mom?
Sometimes parents can--
How would you know?
You didn't have any parents.
No, but...
I did have Marie.
Great.
She won't even talk to you anymore.
True.
My family model is indeed a disaster.
That's why I promised myself I'd do differently with you.
Louise.
Grandma sent you some things for Nikita's show.
Check your closet.
Caroline?
What's your plan?
To turn her into a mini Miss Rovel?
I prefer that to the Ledu legacy.
Dwelling on the past, depression, adultery--
Don't talk to me like that.
I did exactly what you asked.
Now it's time to name me CEO.
Not yet.
I already signed the sale of my shares to Rovel.
What are you waiting for?
To have the board on your side and screw me over?
Tell me what you have on your mother.
You could use what I tell you to help your family.
Stop it.
I won't, and you know it.
Am I supposed to take your word for it?
Don't be like your mother.
Give me a little credit.
Same here, pal.
Please alternate. Okay?
- Go sleep a couple of hours. - I can hold out longer.
No, we booked rooms for you at the hotel.
Okay.
Ah, perfect.
- Hello. - No! Mademoiselle, no.
Scissors pointing at the door is a bad omen.
Do you really think we have time for this kind of crap, Monique?
I'm sorry.
I had a bad night.
Can I pick them up, or is that a sign of impending death?
First, you need to say "I don't care" three times.
Like in Beetlejuice?
Okay.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
Are we good?
Thank you.
See there? We need to alter it a little.
Adjust the seam. Okay?
Killer.
The girls are here for the fittings.
Shall I--
No. Later. Later.
Okay.
Has anyone seen Perle?
Amal: 100 - 82 - 106.
Her jet arrives from Riyadh at 9:00 a.m. She needs three cars.
One for herself, one for her dresses, one for her staff.
Call the Ritz.
No flowers for her.
Perle.
Can I talk to you? Please?
Hello to you too, Paloma.
Hello, Perle. Sorry.
Make sure the EIPs' measurements are up to date.
Is there really nothing we can do?
Not since you asked me yesterday.
But we're on it. Don't let it upset you.
Too late.
Of course I'm upset.
The best thing you can do is go back to work.
How can I work and create knowing that Rovel has already bought us?
I understand.
I'll make a video.
- Call them out on their Mafia tactics. - Absolutely not.
Bad press is the only thing they're afraid of.
Don't be naive.
Rovel owns half the French media.
They are the press.
So, no.
Listen. Vincent...
has a plan.
He'll try to sweet-talk her.
But this is our last chance to save the Maison.
Thank you for accepting my invitation, Diane.
It's not the sort of invitation one can refuse.
But you could have made a hole in the Zodiac.
- It was tempting, I must admit. - That's what I'd have done.
Welcome to my home.
This must feel strange after so many years, right?
Diane, it's--
Diane. This way.
The service entrance is over here.
I still remember it very well.
Hello.
Madame Jeanne's recipes.
I mean, the recipes she had others cook for her.
My mother thought I'd make a good cook since I couldn't be a good nanny like her.
My dear Diane, you've gone well beyond her expectations.
Thank God,
after my brief stint here, I never touched a single pot again.
Each morning, she left to care for you.
I watched my mother disappear through this mysterious door.
I wasn't allowed to follow.
This is almost as satisfying as a successful takeover.
I'll come with you.
Just here.
Looks like Caroline Rovel has come out of the closet.
Speaking from experience?
Your offices will be ready soon.
HR is doing everything to find you a team ASAP.
Lucy will show you interesting profiles for studio directors.
Unless you already have people in mind?
Yeah, no.
Okay. Fine, we'll take care of it.
We'll announce your arrival at the LEDU show.
To make a statement.
You have lots of announcements to make.
We'll need to have a chat first.
Okay, Robinson?
Sorry, you are?
Your former self.
Leslie is your PR manager.
She'll find talking points for the press.
How about a tour?
Sure.
Great.
You're offering me the manor, worth a few million,
if I give up on LEDU,
worth a few billion?
You were ready to spend an excessive sum to acquire this manor.
You've tried to buy it three times through various middlemen.
Deep down, you're not that interested in fashion.
Be honest.
And money...
You're one of the wealthiest women in the world.
What you yearn for,
what you've always wanted,
is to belong to the Ledu history.
Its mythology.
Its birthplace.
And this birthplace...
is what I'm offering you.
Sleeping in your bed will never make me a Ledu.
Unless you're proposing to marry me, Vincent?
God, you are desperate.
Pragmatic.
You and your family live in the past.
You still think everyone wants to be like you.
I don't think so, my dear Diane.
I know so.
Have you heard of "never events" in medicine?
That's what they call the kind of mistakes that should never happen.
Like injecting disinfectant instead of morphine?
Exactly.
When Muller, Diane's surgeon, was a resident,
he left a compress in a patient's stomach.
The woman got sepsis.
Muller changed his area of expertise and made the incident disappear from his CV.
But the Internet never forgets.
And hospitals have lousy fire walls.
I found his internship evaluation.
Not great.
Bad press for the neurosurgeon to the stars.
So he very graciously accepted to move up Diane's surgery date.
My mother was a simple soul, but with a passion for mythology.
Diana the Huntress.
I always wondered who you were named after.
Too sophisticated for my background?
That's not what I meant.
In any case,
Mado wasn't mistaken about your killer instinct.
I have such a clear memory of her.
The way she tied her apron in the front
and sang us nursery rhymes with her raspy voice.
I was sad to see her go.
I always thought of her as a second mother.
Except you don't fire your mother.
I don't think you've seen the rest of the house.
I have.
I've already been here.
I lied to you.
I disobeyed, just once.
The day after your father died,
it was such chaos.
No one noticed me.
I hid over there,
behind that door.
And you were here,
in front of this painting.
You summoned my mother like the house's new master.
Thirteen years in your service, raising and loving you.
And you treated her like a criminal.
I'd told her to keep a constant eye on him.
If she had done her job well,
she would've seen my father leave his room!
He'd have killed himself anyway!
You wanted someone to blame!
She chose to leave!
Because she couldn't stand your accusations!
You were everything to her.
She gave everything for you.
You, Marie, Victor, you sucked everything from her.
All her love, affection and patience.
When she came home at night, all I got was her exhaustion.
I couldn't compete with her sadness at losing her children.
You were her real children.
I was just an inconvenience to her.
You stole what I valued the most.
Now it's my turn.
Thank you for lunch,
but I never intended to give up on Maison LEDU.
I just wanted to see you grovel.
You can keep your seaside cemetery.
Paloma?
You haven't eaten anything all day.
- Mademoiselle Foster told me not to-- - Later.
Sorry, Anaelle, we're in a rush.
No worries.
I ran with the sea idea.
Neo-sirens coming out of the water.
Wait. Ryan, can you take the sandwich next door?
- Of course. - Okay.
I was saying my inspiration came from Bowie and the Na'vi in Avatar.
I like the eyes.
But the mouth is too literal--
Paloma, I really need some digital content with you.
One minute.
- I'm listening. - We could go for something more raw.
I'll show you what it looks like with epoxy resin.
- Okay. - Something like this.
- Paloma. - Yes?
The workshop needs you to check the scar dress. It's urgent.
Okay. Ye-Ji will--
Excuse me.
I'm coming.
What do you think about the glow?
Turquoise and glow effect.
That's good.
Let's go with that.
Let's go.
Sophie, how about filming the collection instead of--
Sorry, but as soon as you appear the e-shop goes wild.
- Glad to hear my face sells. - You do.
Can I talk to you?
Vincent is back. He wants to see us.
Tell me he did it.
It didn't work.
So, now my boss is Diane?
I will not make my first couture collection for Rovel.
No way.
An Artistic Director does not jump ship in a storm.
- You created this storm. - It's your Maison now.
When it suits you.
It's your shit and your problems with Rovel.
In Brittany, you used me. Just like you did with Diane.
Was there anything real between us?
Or did you just use me to come back?
How can you say that?
I don't belong to your family.
You're all completely nuts.
You stab each other in the back, sell out to the enemy.
You're like vultures circling over a carcass.
Paloma.
Paloma, stay calm.
Hang in there. Your show's in two days.
- Don't ruin everything. - Me, ruin everything?
Think of yourself. Think of yourself.
I've had it with you people. I'm out of here.
- What about your collection? - You can have it!
That's what you wanted, isn't it?
Keep it.
Ye-Ji?
I thought you'd be at the studio.
Don't worry. I was just leaving.
Rovel bought LEDU.
You were right.
All along.
They ambushed me.
I didn't see it coming.
I don't feel like saying, "I told you so."
What do I do?
I can't help you, Palo.
Good luck.
I failed, Perle.
You're not going without leaving your mark.
Vincent, I'm leaving.
After the couture show,
I'm going to Milan.
I can only blame myself.
I should have been quicker to make you feel that this Maison was yours too.
And let you out of your cage sooner.
I want to keep the name you gave me.
I've changed, thanks to you.
Does Monique know?
Monique always knows everything.
Monique.
Monsieur.
Thank you, Monique.
Thank you for everything.
We're gonna kill this.
Yes.
We're gonna kill this.
You must be in deep shit if they sent you.
They didn't send me. I wanted to talk to you.
Sorry.
It's all I have.
That's fine.
My brother is emotionally handicapped.
It seems to run in the family.
True.
The last time I saw him cry was when your mother took you away.
He was inconsolable.
As if Gino were dying all over again.
He tried everything to get you back.
When he realized it was pointless,
he withdrew into his sorrow.
Why are you telling me this?
Are you familiar with the fashion-designer boom in the '80s?
Yes.
I had a ringside seat.
I saw it all. Impostors, hard workers, good designers.
But very good ones are rare.
There's one every generation.
Vincent had that sacred fire.
You have it too.
That's what I want to tell you.
I think you could do great things for this Maison.
I thought you didn't want me to be part of this family.
Not halfway.
You're either in or out.
That's Victor's problem.
Don't give up on Vincent.
Hello.
Thank you.
Gare de l'Est, please.
Off we go.
Excuse me, but aren't you famous?
No.
Yes, you are. I saw you on TV.
You took over your father's company.
That's wonderful. You did good.
When you break your back starting a business,
you want your kids to take over.
In my humble opinion.
Wait.
I'm delighted that our two great Maisons are joining forces and talents.
I won't drown you in figures, but a reorganization is necessary
as you can well imagine.
There is one last-minute change I neglected to mention.
Tomorrow, the LEDU fashion show will be held at Rovel.
Fat chance.
But I've already given instructions
for the show to be held on the Rovel esplanade.
The new showcase for Maison LEDU.
LEDU is my home...
and I decide.
In that case, either you come willingly,
or I'll send the police to seize your collection.
Which, as of yesterday, is the property of Rovel Group.
You've been there before, Mademoiselle Castel.
Haven't you?
We'll do our best, Madame Rovel.
Today the famous LEDU Maison has just lost its independence.
The Rovel group has just acquired the majority of the shares...
...founded by Diane Rovel, acquires large shares in Maison LEDU.
After decades of eyeing the esteemed Maison LEDU,
the Rovel Group announced last night
that it is now the majority shareholder at Maison LEDU.
Don't tell me how a fashion show works.
I stage 30 of them per year.
The looks are leaving now. They'll be there in an hour.
When are you sending us Paloma?
We'll stamp her forehead and FedEx her over.
Sound good?
I know this isn't easy for you, Perle.
Breaking old habits.
I wouldn't want to spoil your fun, Caroline.
You've earned it, after all.
- Are they all there? - All there.
No is no! Out of the question.
It's the only way.
What if it doesn't produce the desired response?
If there's one time, just one,
in 25 years that you should trust me, it's right now.
Seeing an old dream finally come true...
I hope it happens to you one day, Victor.
I really do.
I hope I won't have to wait too long.
Don't you think your wife has changed?
People can change.
And sometimes,
we just didn't see them as they really were.
I have not been a perfect mother.
You're exaggerating, Diane.
I haven't forgotten our deal, Victor.
If it's what my daughter wants, you will soon be CEO.
It's suicidal.
It's not.
Suicide is when you don't have a choice.
When you think you don't have a choice.
The world's eyes are on Paloma Castel,
Maison LEDU's new artistic director, known for her criticism of Rovel.
How will she react to this unexpected turn of events?
Hello, babies! It's getting a bit crazy here, before LEDU's fashion show--
Or rather Rovel now.
If you've just come out of a coma, it's the fashion drama of the year.
Of the century.
This is the second blow of the year for LEDU,
already embroiled in a scandal that led to its AD's resignation.
The real question is, will the Ledus show their faces?
At last, we'll see Paloma's true face.
Coherence or hypocrisy?
Bilal!
So happy to see you.
We all want this puffer jacket.
Thank you.
Team LEDU or Team Rovel?
Team LEDU, of course.
Hashtag Free Paloma.
I side with the oppressed.
And you?
I prefer to maintain journalistic neutrality.
Oh, Switzerland.
You just want your front-row seat at Rovel.
Your eyes look great.
See you later. Gotta go.
Bilal!
Madame Rovel.
Can you tell us what's going on?
We got an email last night telling us the LEDU show would be held at Rovel.
All of Paris has been fighting for a spot ever since.
The greatest Maison in the greatest group.
That's all there is to it.
Where are the Ledus? In hiding?
Not at all.
There's one right there, and a good one too.
Robinson, come here.
Come here.
I'll let you break the news to the world.
I'm "the world"? Hello.
I'm just so happy today.
The Maison to which I've devoted my entire life
has finally found the place it deserves.
Even better,
Diane has offered me a great opportunity.
My own Maison, here, at Rovel.
I'm speechless.
So today, not one, but two Maisons LEDU are joining us.
What a scoop.
Oh, wait. Here's Vincent Ledu.
Vincent, would you like to comment?
We're thrilled about this new collaboration.
Wonderful. Marie, you must be very proud.
This is a very important day.
Dear Diane.
Don't worry, it'll be fine.
Good taste is like nobility. It can't be bought.
Are you sure you want to discuss this here?
With your mother a few meters away?
We're just having an informal chat.
At a fashion show.
A majority of shareholders are open to your arguments
and could align their votes with mine.
Good.
- Can we talk? - Not now.
Yes, now.
Excuse me, Bernard.
It's spreading fast.
She has a stage-three tumor.
Aggressive.
Since when?
A few months.
A year at the most.
About when she decided to make a real move on the LEDU takeover.
You plan to use your mother's condition to get rid of her?
I already have.
What about me?
Am I still part of the plan?
Or will you get rid of your mother and your husband?
You offered me an alliance, Victor.
Unlike my mother, I'm a woman of my word.
Clearly, I could do all this on my own.
We never really discussed the details of our alliance.
My mother promised you the group's CEO position
knowing fully well she'd never give it to you.
I'll spell it out for you.
You won't get Rovel.
I see.
What will I get?
LEDU.
To each their inheritance.
Consider yourself lucky.
Isn't LEDU what you always wanted?
Going back to plant your flag on your land and make your brother pay?
I want to run Robinson's Maison as well.
Fine.
You can have anything even remotely connected to LEDU.
But under the Rovel umbrella.
You mean under you.
Diane was right.
You definitely have changed.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Everyone's ready.
If you are.
We're coming.
Is my mother already seated?
No, I thought she was with you.
The show's about to start.
You can't miss it.
Mom?
Are you all right?
What's wrong?
What's wrong, Mom?
I have a brain tumor, Caroline.
I'm not dead yet.
And you're not rid of me yet.
There are solutions.
What solutions?
Who's treating you?
You can tell me.
I'll tell you everything, but not now.
I need surgery.
It's risky, but worth it.
I have the best neurosurgeon.
And as a supreme power, I found a rival.
He only has one opening, tomorrow.
I hope you said yes.
You accepted, right?
Damn.
I've never missed a general assembly.
And of all the ones to miss.
The day of the LEDU takeover.
My greatest achievement.
Mom.
You've never trusted me.
But I'm begging you.
Give me power of attorney. I can handle it.
I really can.
I promise,
I'll have the surgery.
Promise.
For now, just help me.
Let's go.
I'll put my earrings on.
Help me with my coat.
I'll help you.
What is that?
Oh, Perle!
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