We just arrived.
Sorry, mademoiselle, I don't speak English.
We arrived in Villefranche.
With your chauffeur.
The glasses.
WELCOME MR. CADAULT
#EIGHTOYSTERS
Emily, hello. How are you?
Excuse me.
Where is the Champère on the menu?
It's written right here. Look. Champagne.
Bring a bottle of that garbage from the basement.
Nice to meet you. Do you speak French?
I'm learning, but…
Passports, please.
Here you are. Thanks.
- Thank you very much, madame. - Thank you. Have a nice day.
Uncle, this is Julien from Savoir.
I'm not receiving visitors. I am very fragile right now.
Monsieur Cadault, I would like to apologize for this mistake.
Mistake?
This was a calculated attack. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Everyone knows. But Emily is new to the luxury world.
She had no idea about your feud with Grégory.
She is very good at grabbing attention, but she hasn't grasped
the delicate relationships we have to navigate in the fashion world.
Well, then someone needs to get a grasp of her
before she ruins the Cadault name forever.
Where is the statement renouncing that imbecile?
Our publicist is already speaking to Paris Match.
- That's a bad idea. - So was that post.
And the luggage.
Really? Emily said you quite liked the bag.
I said it was fun. Cheesy.
Well. Perhaps we needn't drown the entire brand in cheese, right?
Tell me why I shouldn't respond.
Your rival still wants a piece of you.
Grégory doesn't look triumphant, he looks desperate.
For now.
But if you react, you look defensive and small.
Get me a table at the Ritz.
We need to think. The three of us.
- Are you coming? - Yes!
I'm so happy to see you.
- Come here, big guy. - Yes, what's up?
Thank you, sir. Good night.
Mademoiselle, what would you like?
Emily, that's life. That's the way it is.
No worries.
MINDY: REMEMBER US HERE?
I MISS YOU DAD.
Sorry.
Welcome aboard.