La Maison

I hope you have good news for me.

It's a go for Yann.

The sale is legal?

Rovel's lawyers managed to invalidate your entire shareholder agreement.

On what grounds?

You already know, Vincent.

I deprived Yann of his right to sell and vote.

It only held up because he was my husband.

So from now on, the shareholder agreement is nullified?

Absolutely.

You know who's taking advantage of this right now?

Your turn, my dear Son-in-law.

I assume the contract is ready.

It's been gathering dust for years.

First Robinson, then Yann.

Victor sold. That's for sure.

No need for the long face.

Think of the future, not the past.

It's over. We lost our majority.

We have to tell Paloma.

- Good morning, Louise. - Hi, Brigitte.

Hi.

Are things that bad with Mom?

Sometimes parents can--

How would you know?

You didn't have any parents.

No, but...

I did have Marie.

Great.

She won't even talk to you anymore.

True.

My family model is indeed a disaster.

That's why I promised myself I'd do differently with you.

Louise.

Grandma sent you some things for Nikita's show.

Check your closet.

Caroline?

What's your plan?

To turn her into a mini Miss Rovel?

I prefer that to the Ledu legacy.

Dwelling on the past, depression, adultery--

Don't talk to me like that.

I did exactly what you asked.

Now it's time to name me CEO.

Not yet.

I already signed the sale of my shares to Rovel.

What are you waiting for?

To have the board on your side and screw me over?

Tell me what you have on your mother.

You could use what I tell you to help your family.

Stop it.

I won't, and you know it.

Am I supposed to take your word for it?

Don't be like your mother.

Give me a little credit.

Same here, pal.

Please alternate. Okay?

- Go sleep a couple of hours. - I can hold out longer.

No, we booked rooms for you at the hotel.

Okay.

Ah, perfect.

- Hello. - No! Mademoiselle, no.

Scissors pointing at the door is a bad omen.

Do you really think we have time for this kind of crap, Monique?

I'm sorry.

I had a bad night.

Can I pick them up, or is that a sign of impending death?

First, you need to say "I don't care" three times.

Like in Beetlejuice ?

Okay.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.

Are we good?

Thank you.

See there? We need to alter it a little.

Adjust the seam. Okay?

Killer.

The girls are here for the fittings.

Shall I--

No. Later. Later.

Okay.

Has anyone seen Perle?

Amal: 100 - 82 - 106.

Her jet arrives from Riyadh at 9:00 a.m. She needs three cars.

One for herself, one for her dresses, one for her staff.

Call the Ritz.

No flowers for her.

Perle.

Can I talk to you? Please?

Hello to you too, Paloma.

Hello, Perle. Sorry.

Make sure the EIPs' measurements are up to date.

Is there really nothing we can do?

Not since you asked me yesterday.

But we're on it. Don't let it upset you.

Too late.

Of course I'm upset.

The best thing you can do is go back to work.

How can I work and create knowing that Rovel has already bought us?

I understand.

I'll make a video.

- Call them out on their Mafia tactics. - Absolutely not.

Bad press is the only thing they're afraid of.

Don't be naive.

Rovel owns half the French media.

They are the press.

So, no.

Listen. Vincent...

has a plan.

He'll try to sweet-talk her.

But this is our last chance to save the Maison.

Thank you for accepting my invitation, Diane.

It's not the sort of invitation one can refuse.

But you could have made a hole in the Zodiac.

- It was tempting, I must admit. - That's what I'd have done.

Welcome to my home.

This must feel strange after so many years, right?

Diane, it's--

Diane. This way.

The service entrance is over here.

I still remember it very well.

Hello.

Madame Jeanne's recipes.

I mean, the recipes she had others cook for her.

My mother thought I'd make a good cook since I couldn't be a good nanny like her.

My dear Diane, you've gone well beyond her expectations.

Thank God,

after my brief stint here, I never touched a single pot again.

Each morning, she left to care for you.

I watched my mother disappear through this mysterious door.

I wasn't allowed to follow.

This is almost as satisfying as a successful takeover.

I'll come with you.

Just here.

Looks like Caroline Rovel has come out of the closet.

Speaking from experience?

Your offices will be ready soon.

HR is doing everything to find you a team ASAP.

Lucy will show you interesting profiles for studio directors.

Unless you already have people in mind?

Yeah, no.

Okay. Fine, we'll take care of it.

We'll announce your arrival at the LEDU show.

To make a statement.

You have lots of announcements to make.

We'll need to have a chat first.

Okay, Robinson?

Sorry, you are?

Your former self.

Leslie is your PR manager.

She'll find talking points for the press.

How about a tour?

Sure.

Great.

You're offering me the manor, worth a few million,

if I give up on LEDU,

worth a few billion?

You were ready to spend an excessive sum to acquire this manor.

You've tried to buy it three times through various middlemen.

Deep down, you're not that interested in fashion.

Be honest.

And money...

You're one of the wealthiest women in the world.

What you yearn for,

what you've always wanted,

is to belong to the Ledu history.

Its mythology.

Its birthplace.

And this birthplace...

is what I'm offering you.

Sleeping in your bed will never make me a Ledu.

Unless you're proposing to marry me, Vincent?

God, you are desperate.

Pragmatic.

You and your family live in the past.

You still think everyone wants to be like you.

I don't think so, my dear Diane.

I know so.

Have you heard of "never events" in medicine?

That's what they call the kind of mistakes that should never happen.

Like injecting disinfectant instead of morphine?

Exactly.

When Muller, Diane's surgeon, was a resident,

he left a compress in a patient's stomach.

The woman got sepsis.

Muller changed his area of expertise and made the incident disappear from his CV.

But the Internet never forgets.

And hospitals have lousy fire walls.

I found his internship evaluation.

Not great.

Bad press for the neurosurgeon to the stars.

So he very graciously accepted to move up Diane's surgery date.

My mother was a simple soul, but with a passion for mythology.

Diana the Huntress.

I always wondered who you were named after.

Too sophisticated for my background?

That's not what I meant.

In any case,

Mado wasn't mistaken about your killer instinct.

I have such a clear memory of her.

The way she tied her apron in the front