COCO BEFORE CHANEL
Orphanage Obazine 1893
Girls who have visitors, come with me.
- Are you coming? - No.
- It's Daddy! - I don't want to.
I waited for my father every Sunday.
But he never came.
Moulins, 15 years later
Lost my little cute Coco Doggy that I did adore
Trotted off at Trocadero Now my doggy is no more
One regret, undermining
As I do the cruel recap
While my man was out 2-timing
Coco was sleeping in my lap
Has anyone seen Coco? Coco in Trocadero?
- "Co" in "Tro" -
Coco in the Trocadero?
I wonder who has seen Coco? Hey! Coco! Hey! Coco!
I wonder who has seen Coco? Hey! Coco!
For Coco!
Thank you.
Have a seat.
Hookers, that way.
For Coco!
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Is that all I'm worth?
Ah, very nice.
Your Baron is here.
- Are you coming? - No.
Come on, please. He's not alone.
- Bravo! - Honey, I present...
...Etienne Balsan.
- That was wonderful. - My pleasure.
Gabrielle...
... Adrienne's sister.
Fanny, the queen of the night.
Please.
Sorry if I am indiscreet,
but who's younger?
Gabrielle.
I couldn't guess your age. How old? 16? 25?
When I'm bored, I feel ancient.
Very clever.
And tonight? How old are you?
Tonight, a thousand years.
Pleasant girl. Is she always so blunt?
Aren't you?
No.
Running off?
We're drying up. Let's drink.
-Champagne. -Good idea.
I'll pour it, thanks.
Some champagne for Coco.
Gabrielle.
It's too prim. I prefer Coco.
-Coco sounds-- -It is nice.
True. Coco is beautiful!
For a rooster,
you have lousy taste.
But I like it!
Do you ever speak kindly?
Try saying something nice.
I have nothing to say.
Those dark little eyes.
Caroline Your shoes are all a-shine
And your flowery hat, so fine
When you stall, you're such a pain
Keep on walking, stop that talking You'll make us miss our train
Girls. The petticoat is torn. It's urgent.
The frill on the bottom.
-Come on, it's easy. -Please.
Please!
Finished.
- Don't tell me the end. - It's always the same thing.
Blanche, the little orphan, overcomes all obstacles...
and marries the Prince of Espeyrac.
- Story of my life. - I hadn't thought of that.
You're mean.
- Have you been to India? - No.
Blanche did,
to prove she's no gold digger.
You want me to go to India?
Making out with your baron in some rat hole won't get you far.
He loves me. I even met his friend.
He's just showing he can get a pretty girl into bed.
- Love is best in fairy tales. - You have no heart.
The only thing that matters in love is making love.
Too bad you need a guy for that.
We're on, Cocorico.
Come, gentlemen. To Coco.
- That was stupendous. - Thank you.
To Coco!
- You were fabulous! - Thank you, Mr. Balsan.
- Very nice. - No, really.
Even the second time?
I missed some nuances the first time.
Have a seat.
- Did I say something wrong? - She wants to leave us alone.
To convert me to the cause of love.
I'd like to help.
So, what must I do?
Do I blush? Play shy?
Do I say "Please do, honey"?
...or: "Yes, my love?"
I like "Yes, my love. " Yes, I like that.
A woman in love is helpless.
Like a begging dog.
Her tongue hanging out.
Slobbering.
Not a pretty sight.
Are you nervous?
- No. - Yes! You are nervous.
- Something to drink? - Champagne.
I was sure he'd be useful.
He knows someone at the Alcazar.
We can audition whenever we want.
Paris, here we come!
- You find him attractive? - Balsan?
Are you crazy? With that face?
Liar. I bet you're hooked.
He's not as dumb as the others.
And he has contacts.
We need a new song.
- Something more chic. - I agree.
And some money for new dresses.
Good work. He drank 3 bottles.
It's not that hard.
This way we're all happy.
What do you think?
I'll whore around to fill your pockets?
Very well.
Violet, you know Coco's song?
- Yes - You'll sing it now.
Beat it. Don't ever come back.
You neither.
Good going. How do we get new dresses now?
Are you crazy?
The bastard asked for it. Hurry up.
I'm torpedo girl
See how I whirl
Touch me, but beware You stand no prayer
Not good at all.
On "I'm torpedo girl"
we need something splashy.
Try lunging forward.
Go on, start over.
What are you doing?
It should be looser in the back.
You'll ruin it.
You need some room. To be comfortable.
Now try.
Will it hold?
It's not a striptease.
You'd grab their attention.
Hello, Coco.
Good morning.
Like seeing me work on all fours?
No.
This is a very nice model.
Can we speak? Sorry, Madam.
I'm in a rush.
It was hard to find you.
- No longer working nights? - No.
You have some free time?
Listen, I have an idea. Think before refusing.
How about dinner one night?
Recent convert to the cause of love?
Me?
- You're not my type. - Good.
Miss?
you're not paid to chit-chat.
So?
Okay.
Very well.
See you soon. Madame, if I may, I find you stunning.
Thank you.
- Not eating? - I don't like it.
I ate lots of it as a kid. Now it sickens me.
We were wealthy.
Papa speculated in wine.
I thought you were an orphan.
For you, all singers are.
I didn't say that. Your sister told Maurice you were orphans.
I'm repeating what I was told.
She loves to tug at people's heartstrings.
No, in fact I was Papa's favorite.
When Mama died, he went to America.
So I have a father. I'm not an orphan.
Being an orphan is no crime.
If it were, I'd be rotting in jail.
I'm an orphan myself.
- Really? - My parents died 2 years ago.
- How sad. - A reason to rejoice!
I feel alive again.
We weren't speaking.
Complicated family.
- Did they hit you? - What?
Did they beat you up?
Goodness, no. Why?
That would have justified my anger.
In fact, I found them...
lacking in imagination.
Deadly boring.
The aunts who raised me
beat me and starved me.
No!
I always hoped Papa would come back.
Poor Coco!
Kids like you raised with nannies and whatnot...
end up unhappy or retarded.
Retarded, yes. I couldn't agree more.
Look at me. Pathetic.
I should have met you earlier.
Oh, Etienne!
That one...
- Good evening. - Good evening.
I should have met much later.
Too many feathers, too much makeup.
Too much everything.
How do you see yourself??
I mean...
- I look like a whore? - No.
My dress for the Alcazar.
The only nice thing about it was the flower.
Torpedo girl!
We start next Tuesday.
We go on at 10, before the star.
Our own dressing room.
With our name on the door.
Glory and fortune ahead.
Paris awaits us!
I can't sing with you.
What do you mean?
Maurice wants to marry me.
We'll be living near Paris.
I will be a Baroness.
So no more singing.
Look at me.
Barons don't marry girls like you. You're dreaming, Adrienne.
You'll sing what we rehearsed.
No, I won't.
He knows Mama died and Papa sells pots and pans?
That you were abandoned at 9?
I hope you'll forgive me.
Hear my musical credo Pay on your way out
I'm an electrical torpedo I'll make you sing and shout
Touch me, feel the tingle Whether young or old
When our currents do commingle
One look and you'll be sold
I'm torpedo girl
See how I whirl
Gents, beware You stand no prayer
It's fantastic
I'm electric
Dear gent Your every cent will be well-spent
know what is the fire and more...
Thank you, miss.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- May I? - Of course.
Ladies!
Good morning.
How are you, Coco?
Forget about the Alcazar.
I know someone at La Rotonde.
Enough's enough.
- I come to say goodbye. - You're leaving?
I'm going home.
- You don't live here? - No. God forbid.
I owed a few weeks to the army.
I'm Parisian born and bred.
- Ah, you live in Paris? - Yeah.
I live outside Paris, in Compiègne.
Very well. Time for friends to part ways.
I'm glad we met.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Good luck, Coco. - Bye.
Thank you.
Miss?
Mr. Balsan, please.
- And you are...? - Gabrielle. Coco.
Come! Come, come.
- Very well, very well. - Sir?
Coco?
What are you doing here?
My sister lives near here.
Surprise visit, but she's out
I remembered you lived around here.
Better than the train station.
And I was worried you missed me..
Joseph, if you would put Coco in the floral bedroom.
Since you're here, I can't leave you out on the street.
After you.
Do you like books? Rest assured, I haven't read any.
I want to show you something.
Coco, I want you to meet...
my family. Family, this is Coco.
My grandfather, founder of the Balsan Dynasty .
A great man.
The other Gabrielle I knew, before you.
Gabrielle Balsan. No husband, no children, thank God.
You look alike.
How awful. You're right.
Remind me to take it down.
His name was Patellière. A crook, a cousin.
Thank God he died poor.
And this is my bedroom.
Come on, do not be shy. The final hurdle.
Minouche won.
The race was incredible. I was very lucky.
Washington, not the President, the horse...
had 2 false starts. Disqualified.
But that's not all.
Night Flight, the favorite, ran off track.
That left Minouche. She ran to the finish line.
Whizzed right by. Like a rocket.
Am I speaking Chinese?
Here, you have to care about horses.
Why aren't you ready?.
I'd like to stay on.
What about your sister?
- I forgot her address. - It's a bit complicated.
I have guests.
- Some other time. - I will be very discreet.
Not my thing,
Bluebeard locking women upstairs.
You won't know I'm here.
Okay. Two days. No more!
- You should try with a saddle. - I couldn't find one.
- Can I learn in 2 days? - Certainly not.
This is impossible!
- Someone may see you! - So what?
- I can't let you. - What do I do, kick?
Miss, come back! Miss, the harness.
Miss! Miss!
My friends. Dinner is served.
See that blonde? Jockeys have it made. Pays to be small and ugly. I feel sorry.
I had to be here to meet one of these girls.
Monsieur's latest catch is a shrimp.
The plates.
Come on, come on! Fast! Hurry!
Joseph, serve the champagne.
Yes, sir.
- And some small truffles. - Yes, sir.
Give me another napkin, this is dirty.
It's yours. Your ring.
- My ring? Dirty napkins in a ring? - Yes, miss.
It's Bluebeard. Here to claim his due.
Beware. Nothing I say
can be used against me. Hm?
You were magnificent.
An angel of absence, seen by no one. Heard by no one.
Leave me alone.
Where did my little mouse hide?
Up in my attic.
Get off!
It was so boring. You can't imagine. I'm hot.
My great-grandfather's cufflinks.
They give me the creeps.
- Help me. - No.
What do you mean?
Hold on. Have you heard of Japan?
- Japan? - Of course.
They have geishas.
Ever heard of them?
They tend wholly to their men. They wash and dress them.
They remove their cufflinks.
Like slaves.
In a way. Come on, get to work.
Help take off my cufflinks.
Or else...
back to the station.
Ah, my little geisha.
Who'd abandon this poor creature? For so long?
Who's my little doll?
I'm big, I'm bad, I'm Bluebeard.
We'll meet here afterwards.
We're not together?
No, we're not. I'm stuck in the boxes.
Do you mind?
But the lawn is fine, even better.
You don't have to listen
to the boring gentry-folk. I mean it.
Dynamite and Magic Dream, in the 3rd.
They're my horses.
Sorry.
But... Oh
I thought you disappeared.
Get my letters? Why didn't you answer?
I was sulking.
- Why are you here? - I'm with Balsan.
- You live with him? - Of course I do.
I live in a castle, have a bathtub in my room...
...a king size bed, servants fawning over me.
I do nothing all day.
This is wonderful. We're neighbors.
How is it going with your baron?
Very well. We're so in love.
- We live in the shadows. - He hides you?
No, we're getting married soon.
Like my dress? A gift from Maurice.
You must rake up mud with that train.
This style is all the rage in Paris.
It'll fit in perfectly up in the boxes.
Look at them. Bored out of their wits.
Soon they'll kill to dine with us.
I'm glad you're up. We can say goodbye.
- Remember the chocolate. - In the basket.
Great.
I'm off. You'll be taken to the station.
You okay?
Drop me a line sometime. Hm?
- Any raspberry jam left? - Yes, sir.
Give some to her.
Homegrown. Delicious.
Well...
- ... goodbye. - Bye.
- Emilienne is jovial. - Thanks, Etienne.
always so gallant. I have to talk about my jockey.
- No! - Yes, absolutely yes.
Come on, my friends, let's get going.
Your carriage is waiting.
I won't be going.
Hey, hey, hey! Easy!
Sorry. I wanted one last ride.
He panicked.
You, on a horse?
I've always ridden.
- Riding saved me from suicide. - From suicide?
When my aunts used to hit me...
I'd go out riding.
- You call that riding? - I'm here, aren't I?
You kept your boy hidden.
To no avail.
Ladies and gentlemen, Coco.
Full of surprises. Some of them good.
Gorgeous costume.
You couldn't afford a riding skirt?
I'd be surprised that she lasts, whatever her name is.
She's charming, but lacking in frivolity.
I've eaten too much.
As pretty as ever.
- Where's your jockey? - Racing. Good riddance.
- Already over? - Soon we'll see.
He mounts me like a chimp. Even in my dressing room.
Seriously! And like all short men...
he's well-endowed. It's exhausting.
You men are exhausting.
Exhausting perhaps, but indispensable.
That's true. But I may prefer women.
What a liar!
You at least lie well.
Young man, what do you think?
What are your preferences? Don't be afraid.
- Go ahead. - Say something.
Speak up. Say what you think.
Skin is skin.
- Ah! - Not bad, huh?
How did you decide this?
I shut off the light
Very good!
True.
On this note, allow me to propose a little brandy...
and another round.
These Amazon saddles are impractical. She's right.
You're very smart, mademoiselle.
We get put on top, like cherries on a cake.
Onward!
- Come on, come on. - Come on.
He didn't give you the nicest room.
Even Maud had the blue room.
You're not his type.
Wear a corset. Be more feminine.
-This is cute. -Try it on.
Give me a hand.
You're prettier without it.
Thank you.
There it is.
I feel totally naked.
You have a forehead, a nose, a mouth.
Where are you?
He can't be left alone for a second.
They'll think I can't afford feathers.
Not at all.
With this on, how can you think?
- Think? - Or is it just an act?
- Where did he find you? - What did he tell you?
What else prevents me from thinking?
Go on, tell me. Don't worry, I don't bite.
Get rid of all this. It's fine for a carnival.
Without some adornments I'd feel poor.
She's a bit primitive.
I forgot to tell you. I'll be starring in "Joan of Arc."
You, playing a virgin?
- Yes - Pinch yourself!
Leave some slack. Left, right.
Get it? Now let's try to gallop.
- Close your right eye. - I can't.
So close the left one..
- Closed or not? - Strange lesson.
It's very important. Keep one eye ready...
in case you get mud in the other.
You know, what I just told you...
is an old Balsan family secret.
I'll become the best rider around.
Could take months, if not years.
- So what? - So what?!
I should have been wary.
Sent you back while I still could.
What is this outfit?
Where's the dress I gave you?
At my window.
I felt like a walking curtain.
Too bad. You almost looked feminine.
Disappointed? They'll think I'm a cheap date.
Not bad. Dear Aunt, allow me to pay my respects.
Excellent, Etienne.
They come less for the actress than for the tart...
...who ruined this count or that heir.
No one cares about my acting.
It's relaxing, like being a tourist attraction
or a monument.
- Ever get stage fright? - Yes
But less and less. Not a good sign.
Come see the play.
We perform every night at the Chatelet
Can you make me another hat?
- The first was a smash hit. - Of course.
By the way, bravo.
For the length of your stay.
You're breaking my record.
Soup's on. Vintage 1882.
I'm lodging a drunk.
So Balsan found you in a saloon?
Not at all. It was an exclusive cabaret.
- She has a marvelous voice. - Really? I'd love to hear you.
- No. - Yes, Yes, Coco!
Does anyone know "Coco"?
- No. - Yes, you will sing.
Has anyone seen Coco? Coco in Trocadero?
Come on, sing!
- Come! - Sing!
We're bored. Make an effort.
Make it look like you're having fun.
You're here to entertain. So sing.
So, sing!
She's accepted your invitation.
- Do you know "Coco"? - Yes Yes
Or else, no more riding. Just bread and water.
Can I see?
...what are you reading?
Even stupid books have some truth to them.
Think what the other books can teach you.
I was looking for you. I knew I'd find you here.
Books are meant to be read, aren't they?
And horses to be mounted. Come on.
Coco. Get dressed.
ECONOMIC CONTRADICTIONS Philosophy of Misery
You are elegant.
Go!
You all right?
Nothing scares you.
What's your name?
Gabrielle.
But everyone calls me Coco.
They call me Boy
But in England, I'm Arthur Capel.
The problem with nicknames is that they stick.
They are for life.
My father used to call me Coco.
He'd wake me up shouting, "cock-a-doodle-do."
It soon became Coco-doodle. And it stuck.
Have any of you seen Coco?
Her big number at the saloon. Nice choice, right?
Her Coco, me Rico. Cocorico.
- Am I interrupting? - I was admiring her style.
Ah, her style? Yes!
Don't overdo it or I'll lose my tailor.
She likes dresses with no corsets...
shoes with no heels, hats without feathers,
That's my Coco.
You're right to opt for simplicity.
You think so?
I like things when they overflow.
- No meat on these bones. - Stop!
No!
I disagree.
You're right. Her look is rather pleasant.
Stick to your horse dung.
- Are you sick? - No.
So be nice. Get up, get dressed and come downstairs.
They're all waiting.
Good for them.
What's wrong, Coco? Hm?
I hate entertaining your degenerates.
I'm tired of your mood swings.
The lord of the manor is tired. What's new?
- Don't use that tone. - I'll speak as I please.
No! Just shut up.
You're a boor.
Without your money you'd lose your friends.
Okay.
Forget it. Come down when you're calm.
I'll never calm down. What do you think?
Play with your rich scions, dumb jockeys and whores.
All I do is perfect my gallop
and screw a drunk.
The gate's open. You're not forced to stay.
When people see us, I know they wonder...
how can this elegant woman love such a fat man?
I'm not that fat.
I'm losing weight at the moment.
Yes, but you're not very attractive.
- I'm kind. - You're more than that.
You're understanding, talented, charming.
Such is my dilemma.
My lover is more like a husband.
Well, let me think.
You're not shapely, but you're attractive. And amusing.
There's Romain Neuville. Great family..
Cultivated. He'll show you around.
- Get you out of the stables. - Who's this?
But he's not much fun. I know a duke also...
On the old side, but generous.
I want to work.
I want to make a living. I would like to be an actress.
You're too old to be an ingénue.
And work, what a strange idea.
You're famous. You know people.
I'm sure you can get me something.
Let me see...
What did you do before Balsan?
Nothing. Some sewing.
That's easy enough to do in Paris.
Not a bad idea. You're talented.
Everyone loves your straw hats.
You can work at a hat shop.
I don't want to.
You want, but you don't know what.
Emilienne, help me!
Does Balsan know your plans?
Hurry back to the castle.
Tell him I asked you to come here.
Don't tell him you want to leave.
Tighter.
Don't take it badly.
Balsan is easygoing. You're lucky.
Make the most of it.
Luck?
Good morning.
Hungry?
Muffins.
Perfectly tasteless. The English adore them.
Boy, what about all that coal
you had me buy?
Because with all due respect war is brewing.
I hope so. I'll resell it for a fortune
Buying coal?
I think Mr. Capel would do anything...
to become England's leading businessman.
Sell my coal. I pay you well.
Without his advice I'd have to work,
like Montlaur.
Montlaur, what a clod.
Work is a vile word.
Worse ways to make a living.
Yes, but none more tiring.
Mr. Burton is here.
The breeder from Cardiff. Let's go..
- Are you coming? - I'll join you.
You'd better.
Because my English is shoddy.
And I want the Heart of Darkness. I want that horse.
By the way, don't frighten her.
She has the annoying habit of vanishing.
I was afraid I'd never see you again.
Aren't you happy here?
You should go.
Balsan is waiting and it seems you are indispensable.
Why won't you answer?
If I had to answer every question....
Do you work or just pretend to?
What do you think?
No one works here.
Perhaps I'd like to have pretended.
I had no choice.
My mother was lacking a little something for my father to marry her.
An aristocratic name as you say in France.
I was raised by foreign hands.
Don't make that face.
Do I seem unhappy?
Otherwise, I'd never have read a book, traveled or learned anything.
But perhaps you'd like me more.
It's too austere.
You asked for orphan garb.
What do you know? Orphans wears rags.
Poor things are half naked.
- Rip my dress a bit. - No.
Please.
You're no fun.
The point is to see thighs, breasts.
It's more exciting to imagine them.
- Stubborn as an ass. - Gabrielle?
- You're beautiful. - Thank you.
It's nice to see you
- How do I look? - Plain.
Who wants to be plain? This is a disaster.
- Still the boy? - Less disorienting for you.
And I stuck to horse dung.
Coco!
Can you fix this? It's too baggy.
It's to let you move about.
I can feel my fat jiggling inside. I want it tighter.
You'd prefer not to breathe?
She has an answer for everything.
Good-looking pirate.
Hello!
Captain John Rackham. What can I do for you?
Nothing.
I don't believe in your happiness.
All I need is a job.
You must have one with all that coal.
Nothing really suited for a woman.
What's the point
in being a businessman?
To impress you.
Who do you think you are?
Caught one!
Again!
- And what a catch! - Bravo!
Stop, Hubert. I'm not playing. That's enough.
It's a dormitory here. So quiet.
You were right. My orphan outfit drives them wild.
- Have you ever fallen in love? - It never made me happy.
What is it like?
What do you feel? Good, bad, what?
Where did you come from?
What's it like to be in love?
It hurts. Hurts. Hurts, doesn't it?
What are you doing?
I'm going.
What nonsense. But the game's not over.
I have no business here.
You do. Balsan is counting on you.
You know exactly why I'm here.
You can't go off in the night. At least wait till daybreak.
Goodnight, Gabrielle.
Stay a bit.
Why should I?
Come! Come! Come! Out!
Let us all!
I'm not used to undressing boys.
Look who it is.
Let's have some coffee.
- Where's your eye patch? - I lost it in a brawl.
My friend, you missed a wild game of hide-and-seek.
Émilienne was great. She bit a servant.
Seen Coco by any chance?
She hid so well I never found her.
- Does she often disappear? - No, it's rather recent.
Are you fond of her?
Since when do you care?
Since yesterday.
She's a charming companion. Very pleasant.
Mind if I borrow her for 2 days?
Like her that much?
I like her.
- Does she want to go with you? - I think so.
Then be my guest. It'll clear her head.
Thank you.
First time I've seen the sea.
Showing off her silverware.
Her dress is so tight, she'll split in 2.
Look at them! With all these meringues on their heads.
Like being in a pastry shop.
- I'm embarrassed for them. - You're an anarchist.
- A good sense of distaste. - You didn't make that up.
It Jules Renard.
New reading habits.
Tonight we go dancing in the Casino.
You don't mind being seen with me?
What a strange idea.
I don't have a dress for that.
Make a more elegant version of this one.
What about a color that's really a color?
This is perfect.
The fabric is even more beautiful in pink.
Better suited for your complexion.
Only black shows off the eyes.
- I'll take this lace too. - Perfect.
Make the neckline 10 centimeters lower.
And, above all, no corset.
Without a corset it will be shapeless.
In that case, add a belt.
- Do as I say. - Very well.
Every woman is looking at you.
No, they're looking at you.
You're very beautiful.
I'll kidnap you as soon as I return.
Not even saying goodbye?
A real racecar. May I?
Yes, of course.
- It's amazing. - Careful, you may get hooked.
How was the trip? Did you enjoy yourselves?
What did you do? I thought you were a very busy man.
- Worried? - No, not worried.
I cleared my head.
She may not seem it, but she's fragile.
Don't play games with her.
I know.
Does she know?
Etienne!
It's up to me to tell her.
Charming scene, isn't it?
You with your hats, me watching.
Peaceful image of a happy couple.
To think you were off with another man.
How was Deauville?
Nice, especially sea.
- What did you do? - We went dancing in the Casino.
He's not ashamed of me.
In England,
...we'd dance with the Queen.
I saw fishermen hauling in their nets.
Men in blue with their shiny catches.
I'll take you to the sea. Show you real fishing.
You never leave your castle.
You are wrong. I love the sea.
Not so long ago...
I harpooned a shark from an old boat in England.
I don't believe you at all.
Oh, no?
- Ask him. - Boy?
4 years ago, to be precise.
What was he like?
- Not handsome, but... - Charming.
Not you, him.
Irresistible, of course.
We were all very jealous.
He stole our mistresses...
but always with such elegance.
That's what we like about English charm.
Elegance.
- Was he often in love? - No.
But they were. It led to some awful scenes.
He left a trail of broken hearts.
France, England.
Wherever there was an ocean, a sea.
I don't know why but whenever he gets infatuated...
he takes the girl to the seaside.
Strange, isn't it?
- Are you jealous? - Terribly.
Gabrielle? What are you doing here?
- I had to see you. - Come in.
So, what's so important?
In "The Love Room," remember
why Blanche travels the world?
She loved the prince.
Exactly.
- No, not you. - It's terrible...
I do not know what is happening to me. I feel so stupid.
- I want to get married. - Gabrielle!
- And the parents agree? - He's a self-made man.
You're lucky.
You are more beautiful than ever.
Maurice's folks won't meet me.
Not over their dead bodies.
So let them die.
We're almost there.
Careful.
It's for you.
But it's the love of your life.
Exactly.
I can't take Snow White.
Of course you can.
I'm leaving.
Sorry to....
I'm smiling because I let the fox into the henhouse.
I thought you were tired of...
my mood swings.
Don't rush into this.
What's gotten into you?
You used to lock me in a closet.
I was a total idiot.
This is your home. You'll live in England?
I think so.
- You don't know? - There or wherever.
- For better or for worse. - One way of putting it.
It hurts a bit, all the same.
Is that normal?
- This will pass. - Yes, of course.
In fact, no.
I don't want you to leave.
I'm afraid. Afraid you'll be unhappy.
Afraid you'll suddenly lose everything.
- Why do you say that? - It's not for me to tell you.
Boy is marrying an Englishwoman.
That's nonsense.
It is a marriage of convenience.
He was born a bastard and she's rich.
Her father is an English coal magnate.
I'm sorry, Coco.
What made me think
you had become a gentleman?
Coco! Open up.
Open up, please.
Coco, forget what I told you.
Coco, I'm sorry. Open!
Coco?
Very chic in that striped thing, darling.
This is Sophie, from the Follies.
Hello
She can't believe that someone trapped in a castle...
...makes my hats.
She's willing to spend a fortune
...for you to do one.
I said the chances were slim...
but we brought you a few models just in case.
Here they are.
There. What do you think?
We are in the stables. Coming?
Coming.
Take your time.
Good morning, Gabrielle.
What's your country like?
Vast, green, gray, and rainy.
What's on your mind?
My sister.
Beautiful woman.
For what it's worth.
She still thinks her baron will marry her. They're in love.
Maybe they don't need to get married.
That's usually how it works.
It has nothing to do with love.
Marriage is just a social convention.
So why did Balsan ask me to marry him?
- You can't take him seriously. - Why not?
I'd achieve social status.
If you marry him...
you give up everything.
Riding horses and entertaining guests?
No.
Gabrielle, an exceptional future is waiting for you.
You and your big words.
You're like no one else. You have to trust yourself.
Anyway, I don't intend to marry him.
I always knew I'd be no one's wife.
Not even yours.
It's just that sometimes I forget.
See. My mother was a fool.
She married for love.
She spent her days crying. My father cheated on her constantly.
She'd sit up waiting night after night.
One morning, when he returned, he found her lying there in the bed...
...dead.
Better a mistress than a wife.
The worst thing in a marriage is the couple.
Are you shocked?
I'm getting married.
Congratulations.
She's English, it's the daughter...
I know
Nothing will change between us.
How wrong you are.
Not playing?
Here she is.
I'm moving to Paris.
And what will you do in Paris?
I already told you. I'll make a fortune.
Can we know what great idea will make you rich and famous?
- I'll design hats. - Excellent idea,
You can do it here. I'll pay your expenses.
Hats for your girlfriends won't make me rich.
You can't expect to work. It makes no sense.
It is absurd. What do you think?
I think she's right.
Over in England you may make women work, but here...
there's still a semblance of gallantry..
- She can't even add. - She'll learn.
She has no money. What about that?
I'll get by. I'll borrow some.
Stop filling her head with ideas.
It won't go anywhere.
We could get married.
It'll solve all your problems.
Make all the hats you want.
I'll confront my family of barbarians.
I have no intention of marrying anyone.
At least it's clear.
The money you need...
I'll give it to you.
I'll ruin you..
I'm not so sure.
So it's decided.
You're abandoning me.
You'll come visit?
I'll miss you.
Me too.
What will I do without you?
I'm afraid.
Adrienne!
Look. A gentleman.
Finish up.
It's so easy to undress you.
- See you later. - Stay.
Émilienne's hats aren't ready.
I'm getting sick of your hats.
Leave me less and you'd see me more.
- Oh, no! - For your place.
I may have found the house.
- Where? - Near Cannes.
Not far from the sea. I'm seeing it tomorrow.
Oysters, Madame?
Mademoiselle.
We can rent it for two months.
2 months. I can't believe it.
We'll fight like hell.
I'll take the risk.
One of your hats?
I'll pay the rent.
I thought I gave you a toy.
I gave you your freedom.
You could have married a celebrity...
instead of a lady in a dusty old castle.
And we would have been happy.
Because we're not?
- Go on, try it. - Out of the question.
I need your opinion.
Get behind the wheel.
Brake.
Brake!
You'll kill us.
Not bad!
You need one yourself. With a driver.
Okay, I'll buy one.
Let's wait.
I'm not sure we have enough in the bank.
We?
I made that money in the bank. It's mine.
They give you money
because I acted as guarantor.
-So I depend on you. -For the time being.
Gabrielle?
Starting tomorrow, I'll be negotiating with the bank.
"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."
I don't understand.
You're too proud. You're going to suffer..
"Bodily labor lessens the pains of the mind.
This is what makes poor people happy."
"Poor people happy." An invention of the rich.
Great. Now you're ready for Nietzsche.
Did you take my blue polo shirt?
You know the difference between us?
I'm a man. You're a woman.
Men and women dress differently.
Can't you leave this one alone?
I can get them only in England.
- What's the material? - Jersey.
You are impossible!
Help me!
Or I'll never get out of here.
Why the wait? Let's get going.
- Seriously, I have to go. - Start her up.
I'm sick of seeing you leave.
This time I'm coming.
In that outfit?
I'll be back tomorrow. Then 2 months,
just for us.
Sixty days and sixty nights.
You'll regret not taking me along.
Save your saliva. I know what's coming.
I got groped.
Well, yes!
Yes, you got groped.
See? I knew it! It's so dreadfully predictable.
First I act like a girl...
then you say I'm a beast...
then you break something.
Speaking of which, I recommend this vase.
You almost broke it
one night 6 weeks ago.
It's ready and waiting.
You reversed the order.
- Finally a change in the program. - Enough. Don't exasperate me.
- You misbehaved. - Next comes "Dirty beast."
Dirty beast!
- You've acted... - Like a girl.
These hats don't stay in place.
You besmirched the honorable name of my family.
Now maybe
you'll overact less.
What's happening?
You're almost done. Outside is better.
As for the man in question...
if I held my tongue...
it's because I had my reasons.
Theater is such a bore.
- Why did you cut your hair? - It got in my way.
You know the saying:
A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.
- Will you dine with me? - I'd love to.
Let me.
Boy had a car accident.
Is he in the hospital?
For 60 years, Coco Chanel's creations defined the modern woman.
The era's greatest celebrities adopted her style.
She was the first woman to break into a man's world...
founding an empire which still bears her name.
She never married.
She worked up until her death in January, 1971.
It was a Sunday, the day of rest, a day she never liked.