Coco Chanel Page #3

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you have lied to me.

Coco. I'm the first man who

managed to get rid of her,

before she spent all she has.

It's ancient history.

I don't believe you!

It's up to you.

If there is one thing I can't

stand in a woman... it's jealousy.

Good night.

I've already found eight.

I don't think we'll give them

back to Etienne.

It will serve him right.

We are only a game for him.

The trick...

is to gain the most from men...

until they tire of us.

I found another one.

It's not a game.

Because I'm not like...

You're not like what?

You're not like me?

Aren't you a kept woman who

depends on a man for everything?

This is different.

I love him and he loves me.

But he won't marry you.

I'm telling you this for your own good.

I found another one.

In this world...

men make the rules.

We women...

must rely on our looks and

charm for pleasing our men.

Looks fade.

I suggest you

take advantage of it while it lasts.

Like I did. I've been a dancer...

I've been an artist's model...

and now I call

the King of Belgium, Leo.

I didn't have to be a dancer or a model.

When I had nowhere to go,

I found a job.

If I have allowed myself

to be supported by Etienne,

it's not for his money.

And when he leaves you?

If that were to happen...

I'd survive.

I've been left before.

Come! Come!

Surely our trophy winner deserves

something better than a bit of old carrot.

Go on, girl! Go on!

Have fun!

Come back!

You made her very happy.

Dark moods are forbidden here...

at Royallieu.

You don't seem to like

much around here, do you?

No. Everything is perfect here,

a cosseted world.

But after a few days,

I can't wait to get away.

In fact, I'm leaving.

And where are you going?

Back to the problems and

challenges of the real world.

Work is my passion,

I couldn't live without it.

I envy you.

Don't you have a passion?

Bon jour, Madame.

Gabrielle!

Coco.

I'm used to that now.

Look at you.

Listen, I'm here as a customer.

I'd like to buy some fabric

to make myself some clothes.

Of course, Madame.

There.

Thank you.

How's the life at Royallieu?

Good.

And how's it going

with your baron?

We meet every Sunday.

I look like a piece of birthday cake!

I don't like it!

It's the latest colour from Paris!

Oh! Oh... How are you, Chanel?

Mademoiselle Chanel.

So you're back!

I need your advice.

How could this horrid dress

be improved?

Try this one.

But that's Marquis of

Saint Euvert's morning gown!

Try it on.

It just needs to be

opened along the neckline...

a belt... and some white satin gloves.

She will look like an...

up-market undertaker.

Be quiet!

You're late.

They've all gone hunting.

Your trousers.

Take them off.

How many years has it been,

Etienne?

Many.

I was happy with you.

Yeah.

We knew how to enjoy ourselves.

You left me.

For a richer man, remember?

I made a mistake.

Good Lord!

You can see her legs!

Oh, God! Even women have them!

What a surprise!.

You really shocked everyone today.

Even you?

I must admit

I was at a loss for words at first.

And then?

I'm in love with you

for many reasons.

With you, I never get bored.

My love for you is above temptation.

What temptation?

Hmm, there are many.

But the fact that...

I overcome them...

proves my love for you.

My dearest Julia... happy birthday.

I'm sending you a dress and hat...

that I made especially for you...

and a jar of my chestnut jam.

I hope you like it.

Over a year has passed

since I arrived here at Royallieu...

and I can't wait to embrace you.

I am pleased to hear

how happy you are at the convent.

I started making hats

a few months ago...

and hope to be able to sell them.

It's just a dream at

the moment though...

Coco!

Coco!

What on earth...

are you wearing on your head?

My own creation.

Don't you like it?

Yes, I like it, but, Coco,

Real ladies don't

wear straw hats at Polo.

Polo is more formal, elegant,

I don't know, everything!

But I'm not a real lady...

or hadn't you noticed?

Actually I had.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

Ah, Balsan!

Coco!

Oh.

Still Etienne's little shadow...

Don't worry. I will be right back.

And you?

I don't see the King of Belgium

with you.

I'm perfectly fine by myself,

thank you.

What beautiful pearls.

Haven't I seen them before?

You have Etienne...

I have his pearls.

Who's that extravagant man

with the fat belly?

It's Paul Poiret, a fashion designer.

Now he's looking at you.

Brace yourself.

What are you...

wearing on your head, Madame?

A straw hat.

Is something wrong?

No...

Can't you recognize a hat,

without a bird's nest on top?

Obviously, some women

like their hats this way.

Allow Paul Poiret to determine...

what a woman wants to wear.

You mean

what you want them to wear.

But are you sure that's the same thing?

No, I don't see many women here that...

share your ideas... nor your taste.

Excuse me.

My mistress,

the Princess Charlotte...

would like to know where

did you purchase your hat.

Maison Chanel.

Hats and dresses. Paris.

You put Poiret in his place. Bravo!

Who knows?

Maybe one day it might come true.

Why not?

You could start by

making me a hat like yours.

I once told you not to

underestimate me.

Instead... I've underestimated you.

Men don't deserve us, Coco.

Two pearls like ourselves.

If you Please.

Oh!

Oh!

Coco! Etienne!

Hi!

How nice to see you both.

Did you teach her to play?

It's one of the many things

I've learned at Royallieu.

A package has

arrived from Paris for you.

Oh! Finally!

What is this?

You'll see.

Now, please, don't stop.

You can turn a straw hat

into a verse of poetry.

Please...

You have a God given talent, Coco.

Are you making fun of me?

I'm deadly serious.

And you play Polo like

your life depends on it.

I was scared for you.

Next time I promise

I'll be more careful, just for you.

I remember what

Etienne said about you,

"Violent and barbarian,

like all Englishmen. "

I don't even feel particularly English.

I'm certainly not keen on them.

Nor they on me.

Are you feeling

more welcome here in France?

Not really.

I'm a man without a real home.

Neither English... nor French.

A home...

Yes.

My mother was Jewish.

She was studying to

become an opera singer.

But my father interrupted her career...

and demanded that

she forget her dreams.

He left her before I was born.

Etienne once told me that

you never speak about your mother.

Yes. That's true.

But today here with you,

something pushed me to do so.

Coco?

Oh, Adrienne!

How nice to see you.

Thank you for inviting us.

I can't wait any longer to tell you.

Maurice has proposed to me.

Oh, really?

I'm so happy for you both!

When's the big event?

His parents are

still strongly opposed...

They told him I don't have the...

proper breeding.

Well, they are wrong.

However, I have persuaded him

not to be hasty.

I still suspect that

Madame Desboutin will

receive your wedding invitation

before she does mine.

Oh, a letter for me.

From Emilienne.

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