Hello.
Hi.
Did you sleep?
A little.
- Stressed out for your first day at LEDU? - Totally.
Cool.
1988: FIRST HAUTE COUTURE FASHION SHOW
Ugh, that face!
I made a list of people to hire for the studio.
I trust you.
Hang on, Palo.
- What? - What's with the panda face?
This?
Marketing is hassling me over your nomination announcement.
They want the official photo out this weekend.
But I need to rein them in.
They're in Eva Perón mode.
You, on the balcony, looking out into the distance,
waving to the plebs.
I want a family photo.
With the entire Ledu clan, like they always do.
With them?
And him?
With them, but without Vincent.
I want the photo my father never had.
Nice.
But Monique, what I'd like,
is for the pleats to travel the length of the dress.
With a crisp edge.
Don't hold back.
At last.
It'll be lovely.
Excuse me.
No, don't shut the door. Thank you.
What are you doing, Vincent?
Making my collection, as you can see.
Ready-to-Wear is in two months.
I have lots to do.
Go ahead.
Tell them not to listen to me anymore! Do it!
Take a step toward Paloma.
It's the best thing you can do.
- This is my Maison! - It's her studio.
You have to resign!
You voted.
Fine. She can work for me if she wants.
Take it or leave it.
Now, I have better things to do.
You made this?
You didn't know you should never serve breakfast after a booty call?
It sets a precedent.
I could say that about the entire evening.
It sets a precedent.
ASSHOLE
Shit, I'm late!
LUXURYTEA JUST POSTED A NEW PHOTO
NO WORD FROM LEDU:
WILL VINCENT LEDU RESIGN AT LAST?
WHO WILL REPLACE HIM?
Hey.
Your name's on the label.
How cute.
So no one steals it at school?
Take that off.
Why? Did you make it?
Yes. Please take it off.
I love it!
It's so not LEDU.
That's the problem. Put it back.
- No way. It's fantastic! - Off!
Thanks for the sartorial analysis.
It makes up for all my life's injustices. I feel much better.
You're welcome.
Seriously, why not create your brand?
Great idea.
You've got the time now. Go for it.
I'll be your muse.
I didn't ask you for anything.
If life coaching is your thing, go talk Eat, Pray, Love with the office girls.
And leave me alone.
Why do you talk to me like that?
I'm just trying to be nice.
Then you should have split before I got up.
Like any self-respecting booty call.
You could use some coaching.
No one envies your life, you know.
The ML. Inspired by Marie Ledu.
A bestseller since 1992.
And Arum.
It's been in the top three fragrances since its release.
It was my mother's perfume.
She wasn't one to hold a grudge.
All mothers wear it.
With your help, we'd like girls to wear it too.
You want me to sell perfume?
It pays the salaries of LEDU's 15,352 employees around the world.
Leather goods, perfume, cosmetics.
LEDU's holy trinity.
Are we ever going to discuss fashion?
Or not at all?
Fashion is essential.
For all our clients who have the means to afford it.
But fashion is mainly a fleeting horizon.
A dream that may never come true.
But never dies.
So, you trade in the frustration of people who don't have money?
Don't be so black-and-white. You know what fashion is like.
At Doppel, we made clothes for everyone.
Not true.
H&M is for everyone.
You showed a collection during Fashion Week.
And at LEDU, you'll make luxury items.
Your job is to fuel young women's desires.
To push them to ask their friends to pitch in
for a Perle bag or an ML scarf for their birthday.
So they own something that brings them as close as possible to your fashion.
Are you sure you picked the right person?
My success is contingent on yours.
If you go, I go.
The answer is yes.
You're who the Maison needs.
I'm going to take you to meet some suppliers.
You need to see how this all works.
The LEDU tour is a nice touch, but I can tell you're keeping me busy.
I haven't seen the studio. Is there a problem?
Hello.
I believe you all know Mademoiselle Castel.
Hello.
- Bonjour. - Bonjour.
Bonjour.
Let's have dinner tonight, Vincent?
With pleasure, Paloma.
DON'T HESITATE TO CALL ME BACK.
ASSHOLE
DICKHEAD
Are you missing me on your vacation?
You're swimming in a sea of injustice.
You thought you were the natural heir. In your mind, it had to be you.
I'm hanging up now, Victor.
You've been humiliated, Robinson.
Just like I was when Vincent fired me for having too many good ideas.
I know you want to get back at them.
Prove to them who you are.
So do it.
Do what I did.
What, marry a Rovel?
No.
Come out of the closet.
Launch your own brand.
With us.
A Maison in your name.
Robinson Ledu.
We'll give you your rightful place.
Come work for you?
I have some self-respect.
Unemployed press agent. That works for you?
I know you're talented.
I'm offering you an alternative to a slow death at LEDU
without having done anything in life.
It's up to you.
Done! Now we let him come to us.
Just like hunting.
For decades, the Ledu family has been the image of the Maison.
1995, the Ledus are united and indivisible.
Next one, please.
2000s, the Ledu dynasty sells the image of a perfect family.
And tons of handbags.
Next.
In 2017, the Ledus are as tight as ever. Even after Victor's defection.
Our challenge today is to project the same image
despite one man's conspicuous absence.
And the fact they hate each other.
The photo should recall the good old days at LEDU.
But this time, we sell the daughter, not the father.
Hello!
Why is he here?
Marwa just called. She's canceling her order.
No panicking.
I have contacts.
I'll make a few calls, twist some arms.
My job, basically.
We won't sell a thing as long as Vincent is still here.
Too bad for couture. We kill the last collection.
Sure, absolutely, Perle.
Why not just let me do my job?
But if I need someone to stab me in the back, I'll call.
It's not your job anymore.
- Call Steven for the shoot. - Okay.
We announce Paloma this weekend.
What shoot?
I just sent you the contracts.
Already?
Setting up a company in the Cayman Islands is faster than a pedicure.
I'm a minority shareholder?
Are you the one throwing in billions?
No. Be grateful for what I'm giving you.
It could be you or someone else.
My partner isn't even named.
Who else could it be?
You want to be Rovel's CEO?
Time to trust each other, my dear son-in-law.
You have no future in your family.
Invest in the family you founded with my daughter.
So?
Did you crush her?
It's a game, not the French Open.
6-4, 6-2.
I need a real coach.
I can't make progress with Mom.
You'll have one tomorrow.
"Le Vert Galant International" and the "Valois Corporation?"
You don't like the names of your dummy companies?
They're Louise's idea.
Where'd you find those?
From Queen Margot, Mom.
Dumas is easy, even for you!
Hey.
You okay?
Sunday, there will be a lunch to welcome Paloma.
Cool!
Does she know our favorite dish is eating each other alive?
After lunch, we'll do a photo in the lobby.
I want to know if I can count on you.
I want this to work.
Yes, I'll pretend, like I've done my whole life.
No one's ever noticed.
You really think I have no talent?
I've always known you do.
And long before you did.
You'll make a great AD.
But not for LEDU.
So...
Paris is nothing like Berlin.
No, thank you.
People here are so...
different.
It's not easy.
I can imagine.
Vincent, I--
I don't buy the "hate" act.
He cheated on you with my mother,
and I symbolize the end of your relationship,
when everything went downhill for him.
But I know you spent 15 years with Gino.
I don't believe you have no interest in his daughter.
So that's what you're after.
You want me to take an interest in you.
You know, I don't hate you.
Given the choice, I'd rather prefer not to.
Well...
Do you already have some ideas?
On what you'd like to do at LEDU?
I'd like...
to serve the Maison's history.
Promote continuity and change.
I see Perle has briefed you well.
It's not easy to dust off a Maison while preserving its identity.
To "dust off"?
I didn't mean it that way.
It's not an insult.
You've been here 40 years.
It's only normal that--
That I accept my sell-by date?
You think you can do better?
Differently, in any case.
Forty years, you hear?
Forty years of sleepless nights to get where I am.
You're not the first.
I have seen plenty of fashion prodigies who thought they'd do better.
And I watched each one crash and burn.
Ah, okay. That's what you want?
What I want is irrelevant.
I'll tell you something.
True fashion is timeless, not fleeting.
Some things are a flash in the pan, others last.
It's up to you now. I wish you good luck!
Prick.
Paloma in our family photo?
Without Vincent?
Those photos in the lobby, they're memories.
They have meaning. They're not just decoration.
Paloma would be part of these memories had Vincent not decided otherwise.
Fine.
I'll be in the photo.
But I'm dressing myself.
Fine.
Can you talk to your favorite brother?
You don't need me.
Victor's never said "no" to you, as far as I know.
It would be better coming from you.
I'll talk to him.
When will you tell Vincent he won't be in the picture?
Once he's already picked his outfit? Huh?
Still afraid of him?
Afraid? No. We're off to Switzerland in an hour.
He agreed to go with you?
He'd rather go with me than travel alone.
But this time, I'm not going to hold his hand.
It's time for him to drop out.
Welcome, Monsieur Ledu and Mademoiselle Foster.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
It'll do you good to get some rest.
That's the pot calling the kettle black.
Sir, IV therapy will cleanse your blood of all the toxins.
Just like UV light with pool water.
I think there are quite a few toxins I have to get rid off.
It's that French designer.
Yes, the racist one.
I know how hard this has been for you.
- You know what was the hardest? - No.
To think I'd lost you for good.
No, never.
You've always been there for me.
So, you don't hate me?
Oh, but I do!
Of course I do.
On the contrary.
But that's how it is with us, right?
And you think that works?
I, for one, will always be there for you.
Me too.
If your mother was my partner in the holding company,
she'd have chosen to call herself Catherine de' Medici.
Not a true queen, but the one with the real power.
You're my associate, not her. Right?
You're Queen Margot.
You lied to me. You want the throne.
In fact, you want to be the CEO, right?
You're no stranger to lying.
Perle is history.
History repeats itself.
It's over between Perle and I.
I don't like the man I am without you.
In the end, I'm not the one who needs to believe it.
Hey.
Give me a chance.
What a convenient time to ask.
Do you think she trusts me more than you to run the company?
She'll head the group until she's turned Louise into her clone.
A woman like my mother never retires.
Then don't let her come between us.
I love that dress on you.
I know.
Fall/Winter 2010.
Cheval Blanc. 1947.
I hope you're not planning to ask for my hand.
It's not such a bad idea after all.
I haven't really lived in 40 years.
You forced me to make a decision I never would have made.
Did you put MDMA in the wine?
We're not in the 2000s, Perle.
Too bad.
Indeed.
But it's true.
I'm 60.
I have my whole life ahead of me.
Look, Giorgio at my age was far from retirement.
I still have time.
I could spend a few months keeping myself busy
while I wait until things settle down. Hmm?
Until Paloma has done a few collections.
Apparently, you've thought it through.
You and I still have lots to accomplish together.
Does that mean I'm still part of the plan?
You've never stopped.
In fact,
we should discuss your appointment
as director of the Maison.
I'm flattered.
Only weeks ago, you wouldn't have tried to convince me of anything.
But now, and this does bother me, you seem to think I'm a complete idiot.
Listen, you can work toward my future, and I toward yours.
Sounds fair, no?
What future do you think you have, Vincent?
What am I supposed to do?
I have no interests other than my work?
I have no friends left! If I ever had any.
Where do I go from here?
How do I pass the time until I die?
Vincent, this weekend,
I'm going to announce Paloma with an official family photo.
An official family photo?
Pose with her, arm in arm, while you're there!
It would be best for the Maison if you weren't in the picture.
For the Maison?
Yes, for the Maison.
LEDU will always be your Maison, as long as you're there.
Marie understands this. So does the family.
And it took me 25 years to figure it out.
I'm sorry, Vincent.
It's time you moved onto something else.
This is so exciting, Robbie!
I feel like I'm meeting a lover.
You'll be my very first.
I'll be as gentle as a lamb. I promise I won't hurt you.
You know I never agree to meet a man without knowing what he has in mind.
Me neither.
Never! I'm serious. Never.
I haven't changed my mind.
I can't wear LEDU anymore.
Especially now that I've launched a new business in Seoul.
Really?
I completely understand.
What if I told you that what's inside this room
won't cause you any image problem.
Other than being the most talked-about woman on tomorrow's red carpet.
No!
Ledu in Heaven!
You ditched your own family?
Who are you working for? Tell me, tell me!
- Me, myself and I. - No.
You took over the Maison?
I can't say anything yet.
Oui!
Take a seat.
All I'll say is that you are my first client.
Is that--
My very first collection.
Pure as the driven snow.
Just like me.
So...
Would you prefer to be stunning, as always, in Rovel,
or drop-dead gorgeous in Robinson Ledu?
In Robinson!
- Hi! - Hi.
Hi.
They took out the good china.
You'll have to get used to it.
Cousin!
Welcome to the sanitarium. I mean the Ledu mansion.
Hello.
Mommy dearest! Always a pleasure.
Hello, Marie.
Paloma.
You have your father's eyes. Incredible.
Did you seal Vincent's door?
I think he understood.
Yann. I'm sorry, I didn't see you.
Story of his life.
Hi, Dad.
Hi.
What should I call you now? Your Honor, the Mayor?
Monsieur Regional Councilor.
As you wish. But let's stick to Yann in private.
Victor! Merci.
These people are exactly as I imagined them.
Hi.
Paloma, congratulations.
For what?
Blowing off Rovel?
That's the upside of being both enemy and brother.
I win either way.
This is my Maison too.
I just wanted to say I really liked Gino.
Excuse me.
I'll let you take your seats.
The photo shoot will take place after lunch.
You're over there.
Check out Instagram.
Marwa, I honestly don't remember seeing this look this season.
Where did you get this insane gown?
You know, talent is hereditary.
But not stupidity.
I'm incredibly proud to be the very first ambassador
for my talented friend, Robinson Ledu.
Are you saying he's stepping into his uncle's shoes at Maison LEDU?
Well, he deserves to.
Don't you agree?
Shit.
I told her to be discreet.
Don't play that game.
Are you trying to force my hand?
It's not my fault I'm trending.
Hey, hang on!
Maybe you're not as smart as you think.
The board and your family voted.
Paloma will be official in a few hours.
There's nothing you can do!
Who said anything about LEDU?
My family and I are two different things.
It's no business of yours anyway.
It forms a gorgeous headland, like a bow on the sea.
Picture it without the bird droppings.
Jean Nouvel has agreed,
and I think the Regional Council is about to.
You want to displace a bird sanctuary to build the LEDU Foundation?
Perle, can I oppose this?
The birds can nest two miles away. It's very pretty there too.
Exactly.
Marie...
...proud to be the very first ambassador
for my talented friend, Robinson Ledu.
Are you saying he's stepping into his--
Everything okay?
What have you done?
I'm doing my own thing.
Aren't you going to encourage me?
No, Mom?
Your own thing? Where?
I haven't thought it over.
So I see.
You and I will discuss this later.
No. We won't discuss anything at all.
If you want a puppet, you already have Dad.
I'm just fine, thank you.
My work fills me with joy.
Unlike this family,
who has made fashion even more abysmal than politics.
Wow. Sorry, I love the vibe and all, but...
Seriously, Robinson, didn't you just kill my buzz?
I heard you wanted a family.
Don't thank us.
Your gown is fabulous in any case.
Thanks.
Monsieur asked me to inform you he'll soon be down for the shoot.
Peachy.
You're sure?
The only thing they understand is low blows.
So we'll speak their language, okay?
I've posted it.
Well, now! I'm ready.
We can begin.
What is going on?
What did you do?
"Canceled by his own family."
You've been waiting. Paloma Castel just posted it.
The King is dead, long live the Queen!
The cofounder of Maison Doppel
and Vincent Ledu's ex's daughter is taking over LEDU.
Or what's left of it.
You know what, Paloma? Good luck with the dog-eaters.
I have three million followers since this afternoon.
I don't understand what happened.
Welcome to the Big League.
You're a star.
We're drowning in interview requests.
The boutiques in Asia have reopened.
Vincent has lost.
Now what?
What do I do now?
You do your thing.
I'll take care of the rest.
Good night, Paloma.
They've gone from bad to worse.
Your boobs.
I told you not to breastfeed.
I didn't. I took your advice.
You hid. I saw you.
Mom, are you okay?
My friends, as you know,
these last few days have been quite turbulent and trying.
But I know that our magnificent Maison that we cherish so dearly
will weather the storm.
So...
I'm leaving.
But, I am proud of what I was able to create, thanks to you.
Together, we can say we've made fashion history.
So...
to all those who remained by my side,
to the end...
To you, Monique.
I owe you a debt of thanks.
Thank you.
I would like to introduce your new Artistic Director.
Mademoiselle Paloma Castel.
Please give her the welcome she deserves.
Go ahead.
Bravo, Monsieur Ledu!
I'm sorry.
Did you hear me?
Yeah.
And?
It's a rare event. That makes you someone special.
Everyone looks dirty. Is it intentional?
You'll be fine.
The guy behind the bar will ask you what you want.
You'll answer, "A pint, please."
I don't like beer. Only champagne.
Stay next to me.
Promise.
Samy?
A pint, please.
You were right. My clothes are worth wearing.
It's true.
You're the first person to believe in me.
Are you ready for Eat, Pray, Love?
No, but--
I'm ready to start my own brand.
Since I already have my muse.
At LEDU?
- Keep the change. - Wait, wait, wait.
It's on me.
Thanks.
Allô?
It's a deal.
I'll go to the Rovel side of the Force.
You're making the right choice.
How does this work?
I tell them to screw themselves?
Not just yet.
We have to discuss conditions.
What conditions?
Anything your heart desires, we'll agree to.
In exchange, you sell us your shares. And you...
exit the family, once and for all.
Category is...
Fashion Bourgeoisie!
Oh, my God!
I found it!
For the next collection.
This is our base.
We'll take his work and cancel it.
We'll upcycle Monsieur Vincent Ledu's collection.