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This week is very...

Check with... All right,

good job you're here.

Has everyone been served?

I'm sorry, I didn't want to cry

in front of you, sir.

Don't be sorry, Madeleine, please.

Don't you have the pill now?

Of course, if you take it.

But it's not obligatory.

When will you do it?

Next week, sir.

Here, Madeleine.

Thank you, sir. Thank you s0 much.

But it costs much less.

Keep it, for other expenses.

For the journey.

I'Il only be gone a few days.

Dry your tears.

Everything's all right.

Let's have lunch.

It's my favorite dish.

I have it when I go home to Alsace.

Alsace?

It's notjust from the southwest.

Alsace produces foie gras too.

Yves...

Perhaps you remember

that afternoon in 1960

at the Val de Grce.

I came to tell you in hospital

that the couture house employing you

had fired you.

I remember your reaction.

"In that case,

"we'll found one together

and you'll run it. "

After a few months

in that tiny mezzanine on Rue La Botie,

we moved to these premises

that we occupy today.

The adventure now leads us elsewhere.

But we must remember

that we thought each collection

would be the last

and that we would close Rue Spontini.

Yet we've spent twelve years here.

Twelve years of artistic Creation,

Joy.

Fear,

and pain.

Madeleine will be away next week.

- I know.

- I'd rather she didn't return.

Very good, sir.

Twelve years that show

how far we've come,

and, above all,

give us a hint of what the future holds.

So thank you, Yves.

Thank you.

You've always been here for women

and will be for a long time.

Thank you.

I'm very haPPY

to spend these final moments here with you.

Thank you all.

Thank you for your work,

your courage.

Your tenacity and your talent.

Without you, I'd be nothing.

I decided in five minutes.

The early '20s fittings were already here.

All these wooden panels

like at Marie-Laure de Noailles'.

I love it.

There's still a lot to do.

800 square meters to furnish

without the garden.

We're looking for Cheuret's cobra tables.

Black marble slabs held up

by three bronze cobras.

Rampant and impressive.

We want some tall mirrors here. There too.

And there, perhaps, a Matisse one day.

That would be fabulous.

That's really you...

Only calmer.

That's mainly me by Andy Warhol.

The music room is over there.

Lalanne will make 15 mirrors

fitted with candelabra

so we can light it with candles

as in the Bavarian castles.

And there, perhaps, one day,

a Mondrian.

Perhaps.

You know, my Buddha

has always brought me luck.

I've asked Jacques Grange

to give him a special place.

In this alcove.

With my cameo collection.

I'm very fond of it.

Grange finds that

aesthetically incompatible.

But he knows how important it is for me.

He'll come up with something.

On the other side, a library, two bedrooms,

and a study at the far end.

It has to be redone.

Once again, I want the same but new.

And I want to add mirrors.

Banks of mirrors on the walls.

All the walls and the ceiling.

With the effect

of the light and images diffracting.

I want a room of almost infinite scope.

Open your mouth.

Wider.

You really are a spoiled child.

They're just things, Jacques.

I know.

Not the bed. You'll get bitten.

Can't you hear them hissing?

I love you, Jacques.

I love you too.

True, he's not a great artist.

But it's Proust's bedroom. A dealer had it.

I thought you'd be touched.

I like it very much.

Thank you.

True, I like this humility.

Notjust the room's, but the artist's too.

He hasn't tried to eclipse his subject.

It's done with a lot of fidelity.

Look.

He wrote before his father's portrait.

Imagine drawing before a portrait of yours?

No, I'd be terrified.

It makes me want to enter it...

To lie down on the bed...

Yves...

Don't let him destroy us.

Certainly, Mr. Swann.

In Paris for business?

No, to sleep.

Hello, this is Yves Saint Laurent.

I'm calling as I've decided

to do your interview.

Yes, I'm ready.

Pierre Berg speaking.

If you publish Mr. Saint Laurenfs interview,

I'Il sue you.

For libel and forgery.

It wasn't Yves Saint Laurent.

It was an impostor.

How do you know? Did you see him?

No? Well then.

You shouldn't risk it.

Everything all right, Yves?

Yes. Thank you.

I'm drawing.

That one has tiny balls.

I love it... Listen to this.

"The guard wears laced, black leather boots.

"They cover the ankle. "

Why does that turn me on?

"They swell at the instep,

like those from Delicato Orthopedics,

"84, Boulevard St. Germain. "

I love it! Why can't I write?

Why can't I write?

"The eyelid seems stitched up,

the nose broken,

"the mouth painted or transplanted.

"The electrode wires are fixed to his wrists

and ankles for 90 minutes.

"Fragile. Synthetic. "

I don't understand

the words anymore.

SO beautiful, you don't need to.

The more splendid you are,

the more lucid you are.

We should have a party

in tribute to Ulrike Meinhof.

She was sentenced yesterday.

A party for her and Baader.

Everyone in black.

Either in leather or mourning.

At the Anvil in New York,

they do fistfucking on stage.

Humiliation to the songs of Jacques Brel.

I'Il try to organize a party like that.

Okay, but tonight,

what can we do to have fun?

Let's drop acid and talk to your Buddha

to learn the truth at last.

Grange has managed to save him.

He put him in the center

and lit all the cameos from behind,

placing them in niches.

It's a lovely effect.

Screw Grange.

Why didn't he pick me as Buddha?

I want to be your Buddha.

Yves, should Iwear such large glasses?

Careful, they can make shadows

under your eyes.

I think shadows are sexy.

I want to talk to you.

I'm busy.

Playing the gigolo? The little whore?

- I want to talk to you.

- Not now.

Yes, now!

No, Berg, you're not coming in.

We are above all a pharmaceutical group

known in the USA for our anti-drug stance.

We can't be associated with

the launch of a perfume called

"Opium"

You have to understand that, no?

Sir, the dog breeder...

I'Il be right there.

Mr. Saint Laurent?

- I think he's all right.

- Thank you.

You may support an anti-drug campaign,

but you're linked to Yves Saint Laurent.

Remember that.

If you back down

it will make more noise

than a few protesters' flyers.

Hello.

I think we have them all.

Here you are, sir.

All between 12 and 18 months.

Maybe,

but he didn't have a patch right here.

- This one, perhaps?

- Mmm.

No, Moujik was nothing like these.

Keep looking.

Very good, sir.

Take the dogs out, please.

Yves might have a fatal hallucination.

Is number 18 ready? To check the volume.

Yes, Madame Munoz.

Hello, ma'am.

Am I disturbing you?

A little.

Come up after to look at the bags.

You never answer my letters

but I don't care.

Do you remember Ali?

Do you remember him the way I do?

One night with an almost full moon,

a building site behind the Gare du Nord.

He had the good manners

of the working class.

His simple trousers and sweater were clean.

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