Coco avant Chanel Page #2

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Ladies.

Are you okay, Coco?

Forget about the Alcazar.

-I know someone at La Rotonde.

-Enough's enough.

I came to say goodbye.

You're leaving?

-I'm going home.

-You don't live here?

Thank God, no.

I owed a few weeks to the army.

I'm Parisian born and bred.

You live in Paris?

I live outside Paris, in Compigne.

Very well.

Time for friends to part ways.

I'm glad we met.

Good luck, Coco.

-Mr. Balsan, please.

-And you are...?

Gabrielle. Coco.

Good boy.

Coco?

What are you doing here?

My sister lives nearby.

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.

You're here now.

I can't lock you out.

After you.

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.

Bow down.

My grandfather.

Founder of the Balsan dynasty.

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 Patellire.

A crook, a cousin.

Thank God he died poor.

And this...

is my bedroom.

Don't be shy.

The final hurdle.

Minouche won.

The race was incredible.

I was very lucky.

Washington, not the president...

had 2 false starts. Disqualified.

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'll be discreet.

Not my thing,

Bluebeard locking women upstairs.

You won't know I'm here.

Fine.

You should try with a saddle.

I couldn't find one.

Can I learn in 2 days?

No way.

This thing is impossible.

-Someone may see you.

-So what?

I can't let you.

What do I do, kick?

Come back. Pull the reins.

My friends. Dinner is served.

See that blonde? Jockeys have it made.

Pays to be small and ugly.

Monsieur's latest catch is a shrimp.

The plates.

Joseph, serve the champagne.

Yes, sir.

Slice some truffles.

This napkin 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.

-Obviously.

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.

Come on, give me a hand.

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.

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.

My own bathtub, big 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.

I'm off. You'll be taken to the station.

-Are you okay?

-Mm-hm.

Drop me a line sometime. Hm?

Any raspberry jam left?

Give some to her.

Homegrown. Delicious.

Come on, my friends, let's get going.

Your carriage is waiting.

I won't be going.

I'm sorry.

I wanted one last ride. He panicked.

You, on a horse?

I've always ridden.

Riding saved me 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.

That's kind of you.

Where's your jockey?

Racing. Good riddance.

-Already over?

-We'll see.

He mounts me like a chimp.

Even in my dressing room.

I mean it.

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.

-Liar.

-You made me laugh.

Young man, what do you think?

What do you prefer?

Don't be afraid.

Go ahead.

Say something.

Speak up. Say what you think.

Skin is skin.

Well said.

How did you decide this?

I shut off the light.

Clever.

Charming.

On this note, allow me to

propose a little brandy...

and another round.

These amazone saddles

are impractical. She's right.

You're very smart, mademoiselle.

We get put on top,

like cherries on a cake.

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.

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?

Keep it.

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.

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.

-Close an eye.

-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?

I should have been wary.

Sent you back while I still could.

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