Material Girl

Well, that's the injustice of it.

If the critics want to shoot you down, the work doesn't stand a chance.

Bloody Mitchell.

And he's nobbled half the other journos as well.

Why aren't the buyers ignoring the press? The collection's great.

Unless, of course, the rumours are true.

Davina's told everyone if they buy from Ali Redcliffe, she'll stop selling to them.

What?

Marco is doing all he can to sell though, yeah?

Yeah, he's working flat out.

Of course he is. He's clever and funny and charming and clever.

Yeah, so clever he got caught copping off with some babe at the fashion show.

Okay, thank you for reminding me.

I should've known he was just leading me on.

He just wanted to know that he could have you.

Another one of his conquests.

I saw, I conquered, I came.

- I'm eating. - You're always eating.

So, Ali, you're not interested in Marco romantically?

No. No way. Romance with Marco is definitely off the menu.

Ali, get your passport. We're going to Paris.

- I can't believe it. - Sylvie Montrose in Paris!

Yeah, I know, right? Sylvie Montrose!

By the way, who's Sylvie Montrose?

Forgive her, Father, for she knows not what she says.

Sylvie Montrose buys for department stores in every major fashion capital.

Making her only the most powerful fashion buyer in the known world.

And a notorious lipstick lesbian.

Oh, so she's a big deal then?

What about reviews?

Sylvie's way above that. If she likes it, she'll buy it.

I guess we'll be needing a stylist in Paris.

Sorry, not enough cash, Meems, for three.

Well, that's okay. I can pay for myself. You know, I mean, anything for Ali.

I appreciate that, but if you help us prep the dresses here, that'd be great.

- Okay. - And you, go home and pack a bag.

It's time to take Ali Redcliffe global.

Look, I know, Edith dear, but think what a splash they'd make in your window.

Fifth Avenue's never seen anything quite like it.

No? I see.

Of course I understand.

Orlando, care to join me for a little punch?

I just had Bergdorfs on the phone.

I knew they'd come running.

They only want the basics from the collection.

What about my designs, my signature pieces?

They're not interested in your pieces.

You see, this collection was supposed to consolidate my position

on the international stage.

Sales domestically are still strong, which is more than some people.

Ali hasn't had a nibble. I mean, she's rushing off to Paris to catch Sylvie Montrose.

Sylvie Montrose?

I think it was her. I forget. I might've got it wrong.

Well, was it or wasn't it?

- Was. - Where's she staying?

I don't know. I don't know!

Marco just got a tip-off.

Seconds away. Round one.

So, Paris with Ali, alone?

Oh, you figured that out by yourself?

Flowers are always nice.

- There's nothing going on. - Mmm. No, and there's no vodka in my coffee.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

Mimi, you wouldn't happen to know Ali's favourite flower by any chance, would you?

You know, just a small token of good luck.

Ali? Flowers? Oh, no, she hates flowers.

And why... Why do men always go for the obvious, anyway?

You know, flowers, chocolates, skinny girls.

I mean, for once, you know, why don't they dig a little deeper

and see, maybe, I don't know, inner beauty or brains or humour, hmm?

Right.

- Thanks. - Yellow roses.

Ali likes yellow roses. She says they remind her of summer.

Thanks.

Oh, Marco, be gentle with her, okay? She's not tough like I am.

I will.

You're a good friend, Mimi.

Too good.

There you go.

Now, before you book the hotel, a word.

Hello.

Hey, Ali.

I read the reviews.

Well then, in that case, you should have bought a wreath.

The collection was incredible.

I thought you were too busy with modelling and models.

I know. I was being a knob.

No argument there.

- And I suppose I was a bit weird with Jed. - Mmm.

But then again it is a bit weird when an ex turns up, isn't it?

Isn't it?

I made a mistake.

I want you back.

But I thought you had your pick of women these days.

There's only one woman I want.

Thank you for the lift.

I can't believe you're going off to Paris with another guy.

Oh, it's not another guy, it's Marco and I'll be back tomorrow.

- Ow! I can't take it. - I'm sure you'll cope.

- That's helping. Mmm, it's getting better. - Bye.

- What do you want? - You.

Ali, I love you. I have done the entire time we were together,

and definitely loved you all the time we were apart.

I... So, let's not waste any time, I just want... Screw it.

Let's get married.

Why not? I mean, you love me, right?

- Yes. - Well, that's case closed.

Ali Redcliffe,

will you marry me?

An answer soon would be good. I've gone over the minutes for this month.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome aboard the 16.20...

Going to be two hours and 15 minutes. The weather in Paris...

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!

Oh, don't worry. What kept you?

- Chris. - Chris?

We just got engaged. I know. I can't quite believe it.

Yeah, me neither. That's... Wow, that's news. Congratulations.

Who are these from?

Oh, those are just, you know, comp from the Eurostar.

You don't really have to read the card...

"I Hope this is the first of many trips together."

That was nice of them, huh?

Yeah, I'm gonna... I think I'm gonna grab a... I'll be right back.

Good morning, sir. What would you like?

- I'll take a scotch. - Yes, sir.

Make it a double.

- Marco? - Don't worry, we're almost there.

- No, about the flowers... - Just five minutes.

Hi, we have two rooms for one night. Marco Keriliak.

Certainly, sir. Ah, yes. One night. One room.

- One room? - No, that's two rooms for one night.

I have the reservation here. Chocolate in the room,

champagne on ice and no wake-up call.

Champagne? No, no, no, that's... There's a mistake.

Ah! Yeah, a mistake. A terrible mistake. Yeah.

But there are no other rooms.

You have to stay together. Pity, eh, hmm?

Upstairs, on the left.

Merci.

- Dorota. - Why would she do this?

- Who knows. I... - And the flowers?

I told you, that was the Eurostar.

Marco, it's your handwriting. Did you set this up?

Okay, why do you have to read something into everything?

All right, yes, I gave you the flowers because I didn't want you to feel nervous.

I mean, meeting Sylvie Montrose is a big deal.

Aren't you changing the subject?

Yes! Because we should focus on why we're here, which is to sell your collection.

So, you can have the bed and I'll take...

- Whatever that's called. - Chaise longue.

Thank you.

I'm going to go for a walk.

You know, some people are trying to sleep, man.

Hi. Sorry you missed me. Leave a message.

Hi, Chris. I just wanted to say I love you.

Excuse me.

You're just what I need.

Marco, where have you been? Oh!

Ali, this is Marie.

Right. I see I needn't have worried.

Busy night?

Meet your models.

Right, you sure this is the right cafe?

Yeah, Sylvie has breakfast here every time she's in Paris.

She's not gonna know what hit her.

And apparently she has an eye for a pretty face,

so she'll walk in, see the pretty faces, be wowed by the dresses,

and the collection is sold before she has a chance to drink her espresso.

It looks great, Marco. It really does.

And Sylvie's going to think the same thing.

Car. Auto. Voiture. Pronto. Please.

Do you want me looking like Donatella,

skin you could make a handbag out of?

Marco, about last night and the roses...

Are we still on that? Talk about no good deed goes unpunished.

So that's all it was then, just a good deed?

You want it to mean more than that?

- No, I'm engaged. - Exactly.

- Exactly. So we're cool? - We're cool.

- Strictly business? - Strictly business.

- Great. So, where is she then? - She'll be here.

Our train is going at 11:00.

- I'm leaving. - Marie, just ten more minutes, please.

No, no. You said €100 for two hours. Time is up. Goodbye.

Okay, aren't you forgetting something?

Oh!

This is a lesbian fantasy come true. There's no damn lesbian here to enjoy it.

All right.

Too tacky. Too blah. Too High Street. Too Coronation Street...

- I thought you were going to help. - I am helping.

I know Ali's taste better than anyone.

I was online all night picking these out.

- That's it. - Yeah?

It's perfect. It's so Ali.

We offer a personal shopping service now, do we?

Sorry, Davina.

No, it's my fault. Alex is helping me pick out an engagement ring for Ali.

Congratulations.

Alex, I'm going out. I'll be back when I'm back.