Coco avant Chanel Page #2

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Poor Coco.

No, why?

Kids like you raised with nannies

and whatnot...

end up unhappy or retarded.

Retarded, yes. I couldn't agree more.

Look at me. Pathetic.

I should have met you earlier.

Etienne!

That one...

I should have met much later.

Too many feathers, too much makeup.

Too much everything.

How do you see yourself?

I mean....

I look like a whore.

My dress for the Alcazar.

The only nice thing about it

was the flower.

Torpedo girl.

I'm torpedo girl

See how I whirl

Gentlemen, beware

You stand no prayer

It's fantastic

I'm electric

The prognostic

My dear gent

Your every cent will be well-spent

We start next Tuesday.

We go on at 10, before the star.

Our own dressing room.

Our name on the door.

Undo this. I'm suffocating.

The Alcazar.

Fame and fortune will be ours.

Paris, here we come.

I can't sing with you.

What do you mean?

Maurice wants to marry me.

We'll be living near Paris.

I'll be a baroness.

So no more singing.

Look at me.

Barons don't marry girls like you.

You're dreaming, Adrienne.

You'll sing what we rehearsed.

No, I won't.

He knows Mama died

and Papa sells pots and pans?

That you were abandoned at 9?

I hope you'll forgive me.

Hear my musical credo

Pay on your way out

I'm an electrical torpedo

I'll make you sing and shout

Touch me, feel the tingle

Whether young or old

When our currents do commingle

One look and you'll be sold

I'm torpedo girl

See how I whirl

Gents, beware

You stand no prayer

It's fantastic

I'm electric

Dear gent

Your every cent will be well-spent

Thank you, miss.

-May I?

-Of course.

Ladies.

Are you okay, Coco?

Forget about the Alcazar.

-I know someone at La Rotonde.

-Enough's enough.

I came to say goodbye.

You're leaving?

-I'm going home.

-You don't live here?

Thank God, no.

I owed a few weeks to the army.

I'm Parisian born and bred.

You live in Paris?

I live outside Paris, in Compigne.

Very well.

Time for friends to part ways.

I'm glad we met.

Good luck, Coco.

-Mr. Balsan, please.

-And you are...?

Gabrielle. Coco.

Good boy.

Coco?

What are you doing here?

My sister lives nearby.

Surprise visit, but she's out.

I remembered you lived around here.

Better than the train station.

And I was worried you missed me.

Joseph, if you would

put Coco in the floral bedroom.

You're here now.

I can't lock you out.

After you.

You like books?

Rest assured, I haven't read any.

I want to show you something.

Coco, I want you to meet...

my family.

Family, this is Coco.

Bow down.

My grandfather.

Founder of the Balsan dynasty.

Great man.

The other Gabrielle I knew,

before you.

Gabrielle Balsan.

No husband, no children, thank God.

You look alike.

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