Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky Page #4

She understands

nothing of your music.

She collects people.

Can't you see that?

Would you even...

care if I left?

Yes.

Tell me, have you slept with her?

I'm frightened, Igor.

Every morning when I wake up,

I can smell...

something decaying.

At first,

I thought it was the flowers.

But I realise...

it's my body rotting.

It's as if I'm already dead.

Don't say that.

Katia...

What's wrong?

I'd like to spend a night with you.

Go out in Paris, have dinner.

I can't.

One night?

I thought you'd like to.

I'd like to, but...

But what?

Catherine?

Now you worry about her?

You're the one who made her ill.

You won't make me ill.

It's as if I don't exist for you.

It's not enough anymore.

I'm tired of it.

You think a man is worth 2 women?

You can't even compose

without Catherine to correct it.

I'm as powerful as you, Igor.

And more successful.

You're not an artist, Coco.

You're a shopkeeper.

Get out.

I'd like to talk to you.

I'm in a hurry.

Get dressed.

Mademoiselle Chanel.

Show her in.

You may go.

Forgive me, my dear.

I need a new secretary. Sit down.

For "The Rite"

as long as no one finds out.

Thank you.

This will finance our whole season.

I'm doing it for myself.

Later.

By the way,

how is Igor?

Why are you sitting in the dark?

I can see.

Did you have a nice ride?

Very pleasant.

And your card game?

Very pleasant.

I'm glad.

It'll be a fine season.

I'm very optimistic.

We have a fine new talent

and a very generous patron.

Who?

Even I don't know.

An anonymous donation.

Well, I financed the premiere.

No conditions?

No conditions.

And I've asked Mademoiselle Chanel

to design the sacrificial costume.

I'm happy to.

Excellent idea.

Very generous of you, Coco.

To "The Rite".

Cheer up, Igor.

To you.

A strange thing happened yesterday.

I was whistling as I walked

and, opposite,

a very pretty young woman,

was whistling the exact same tune.

What do you think?

Coincidence or fate?

Fate.

- I believe in fate.

- I believe in chance.

Me too.

And you, Igor?

No, that's enough.

It's open.

They're drunk!

That one.

The Hanged Man. That means...

Massine has already begun

working on the ballet.

A change.

That's good.

Perhaps in love.

Monsieur Massine...

Listen to me.

Katia, what's going on?

I hope you wouldn't mind

if I leave you now,

I don't understand either.

I'm sorry.

Don't leave.

It's not because of you.

I'm doing it for the children.

I need you, Katia.

And I needed you.

But now I'd rather be anywhere but here.

It's nearly over.

How much longer do you want?

Another week? Another month?

The children see what's going on.

They know you don't love me anymore.

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