Oh!
Merci, Madame Bernard.
When I am in Rome, your bread, I am missing me.
"When I was in Rome, I missed your bread."
When I was in Rome…
…I missed your bread.
There you go!
Italian bread is disgusting.
I don't understand.
Goodbye.
Welcome back!
Thank you, Claudette!
These flowers - magnificent…
…he are very.
Watch where you're going!
You nearly killed me!
The French are so rude.
Oh my God, you think I'm French? Thank you!
Oh my God!
Who the fuck are you?
The owner of that robe.
Sylvie.
Weren't you supposed to be in Rome 'til tomorrow evening?
Well, surprise, I'm back now.
I'll get dressed.
You were just with someone in Rome.
So…
…new rule.
Your lovers don't wear my clothes. And don't spend the night in my bed.
I'm going out for a coffee. When I get back, I want the girl gone.
And you're buying me a new robe.
The same one.
Ah!
Look at you! Headlining at the Crazy Horse again.
Oh, yeah.
I am very proud of you.
Thank you, my dear friend.
So, are you feeling okay being back in Paris?
Yeah.
I mean, I know how excited you were about everything in Rome.
Yeah, I'm… I'm putting Rome in my rearview mirror.
All of it.
Wait, you still haven't talked to Marcello?
No.
But, you know, honestly, I think it's for the best.
I'm moving on.
No commitments, no entanglements.
You know, when was the last time
that you and I were single together in Paris?
Yea--
Yeah, it's been a long time.
Too long!
-Let's-- let's do something bad! -Whoo!
Um, well, I've-- I gotta get ready for work, but…
Help yourself to bread and cheese.
Mmm. Yummy.
Hey! Welcome back from Rome.
What is this mess? How could you let it go so out of hand?
Sorry.
I actually had a lot going on while you all were away.
Well, now that we're back
and you are relieved of your enormous responsibilities,
can you please clean all this up?
So,
I heard Emily got the agency fired, and then her boyfriend dumped her.
You don't have to sound so happy about it.
I'm not. I'm just…
Emily!
Hi, welcome back!
Or should I say,
bonjour, bitch?
Excuse me?
It's my new line. I needed something to do while you were in Rome.
Ah. Interesting.
And bonjour to you, bitch.
Ah.
I once said that to my 6th grade teacher, Mademoiselle Dupont.
I thought it was funny.
She hit my knuckles with a ruler.
Okay, um…
Well, I'm hoping Agence Grateau will help me market them.
Will you put in a good word with Sylvie?
Uh, are you crazy? You're already not doing the job you have.
Love the entrepreneurial spirit, Genevieve.
But after everything that happened with Muratori and just Rome in general,
I think we have to tread lightly.
-Yeah. -Sylvie!
Bonjour, bitch.
Is the Zoom set up for our meeting with Thomas Heatherton?
Um…
Right, the Zoom. Of course.
I'm on it.
As you are all aware,
we lost a few clients during our Roman adventure.
I cannot overstate how important it is
that Thomas Heatherton is happy with the event this weekend.
Heatherton Hotel Paris is his first in France,
and even though it's a soft launch for the travel press,
it needs to come off flawlessly.
Then we will all be determined not to fuck this one up.
That just fills me with confidence.
No, you keep it.
Okay, I know I set this up.
Someone!
Ah. Hello, everyone.
Mr. Heatherton!
-Thomas. -Thomas!
We are all very excited about the opening this week,
as the Heatherton Hotel Paris is going to bring Paris to Paris.
We have created an iconic Parisian experience.
Guests will enter the lobby through a replica of the Eiffel Tower.
In the ballroom, we'll have L'Arc de Triomphe, Montmartre, Notre-Dame.
Are you going to put them on a hop-on hop-off bus as well?
If you want it.
Look, I know my team signed off on this, but I'm just hearing it,
and I… hate it.
Oh…
Well, uh, the opening is in three days, but we can…
Pivot.
-Uh… -Yeah.
-Uh… -Um…
Well, um, what if we tried to activate a real Parisian experience?
My favorite thing about the city, other than famous sites,
is my neighborhood
and all the shopkeepers that I interact with every day.
So, for the event,
what if we recreate their storefronts
and have guests sample their products?
-Sorry, did we lose you? -Oh…
-Genevieve! -Ah--
-Oh, merde, he is frozen. -No, I'm thinking.
Oh.
Let's, um… Let's do it.
And, I know this adorable local fashion designer
who can provide some chic logo hats.
Yeah, just keep my team posted. It's all heading in the right direction.
-Great, we'll work on it. -Bye-bye.
Good save, Emily.
Really? Thank you.
Does Genevieve think she's a fashion designer now?
Well, she certainly isn't a capable assistant.
Maybe we gave her too much responsibility too soon.
She's a nepo baby. That's how they roll.
Maybe we should give her less, as in nothing at all.
Even if I wanted to fire her, it's complicated, okay?
For all the obvious nepo reasons.
Okay, you two, out.
Uh, maybe I could talk to her?
I had a mentor when I was starting out. I could pay it forward.
Yeah, fine. But first, I need you to talk to Gabriel.
Gabriel? Why?
He and Antoine are arguing over menu changes at the restaurant,
and I told Antoine I would send over the chef whisperer to mediate.
Oh, that's me?
I don't know if that's a great idea.
I haven't spoken to Gabriel in a while. I don't know if he'd call me a friend now.
Well, we still call him a client.
So, please go do your job.
Hm.
Go, Emily.
Go.
Okay.
People want butter.
They want cheese.
They want meat.
Not mushroom masquerading as meat.
Uh, knock-knock.
Emily. Hi.
This is a surprise.
Yeah, Sylvie sent me.
Um, I understand you're having some creative differences.
Oh, yeah. He's being impossible.
I wanna change the menu. He won't even try it.
That menu earned the Michelin star, and he's completely torn it apart.
Plant-based cooking is the future. It's sustainable, it's more economical.
That's not why people come to my restaurant.
People come to our restaurant to eat my food.
Okay, there must be some way to compromise.
Okay? Yes, the menu right now is amazing.
-And it's award-winning. -See?
But the chef who earned that award
should be allowed some leeway to try new things.
But if you are gonna, you know, change the menu,
we should allow time to market it properly.
Either he cooks the menu that everybody loves,
or I find someone who will.
He thinks it's such a threat firing me. I get offers all the time.
Okay, just don't defect until we've exhausted all of our options.
Okay, I won't.
So… you're back.
Okay, I'm pretty sure you saw me, and then you just rushed down the stairs.
I wasn't sure you wanted to see me.
Okay, well, now I'm back for good,
so… you're kind of stuck with me.
You're not returning to Rome?
No, I'm not.
Rome is…
over.
So, yeah, the next time we see each other, can we just say, "Bonjour," s'il te plaît?
Um…
Welcome home.
Merci.
Um…
See you soon, then.
Okay.
We're more than just friends
Oh, baby, it might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean
That I'm serious
'Cause to lose all my senses
That's just so typically me
Oh, baby, baby, oops, I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game
Oh, baby, baby Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent
Mindy Chen!
I know her. She's with me.
-Mm! -That was insane.
You were amazing up there.
-Stop. -No surprise.
Should we all get dinner?
Love to, but I've got an early morning,
so I'll see you later.
Thanks for coming.
You won't believe the mess I had to clean up
between Gabriel and Antoine today.
How was it seeing Gabriel?
I'll tell you over a drink.
Yes. Um…
Yeah, I…
I actually think I need to stay here kind of late,
um, but can you catch me up later?
-I want to hear every detail. -No worries.
-Mwah. I'll see you at home. -Okay.
-You were amazing. -Thank you.
-Love you. -Love you.
-Oh, this feels terrible. -Does it?
-No, what we're doing. -Mm.
Rome was a vacation fling,
but if we're going to keep it going here…
Well, I would very much like to keep it going here.
Then we have to tell Emily.
All right.
We're best friends, and our Venn diagrams have never overlapped before.
All right, then why don't we take her for dinner tomorrow,
and we can do it together?
-Really? -Yeah, really.
Great, 'cause…
I'm just not happy sneaking around.
It doesn't make me feel good either.
Okay, so…
-I'll invite her to dinner. -Right.
The three of us,
and I'll tell her it's a rain check for tonight.
-Okay. -I hope she's happy for us.
If we're happy,
she'll be happy.
Are you happy?
I will be when we tell her.
Yeah.
How was I supposed to know he needed a visa?
Okay, I'm from New York. I don't really get Brexit.
Uh, please hold.
It's Thomas Heatherton's assistant.
Something about his chef not being able to get into the country.
He seems pretty mad.
Just transfer it to Sylvie.
Okay.
Oh!
I'm so sorry this happened, Thomas.
My assistant wasn't aware that the UK is no longer in the EU.
But don't worry. We'll figure it out.
But now I'll have a hotel ballroom filled with travel writers
and no chef to cook for them.
Oh.
What about a Michelin-star chef?
Yeah, he's French, very inventive.
I promise you'll be blown away.
Okay? We'll forward you a link to the restaurant.
No, that's not necessary. Just book him.
So Gabriel is your solution?
You're sending Antoine's head chef to cook for someone else?
You were supposed to bring these two hotheads together, not push them apart.
No, it's perfect, okay?
If Gabriel impresses this billionaire, which, you know, he will,
then maybe Antoine will realize what he has and finally back off.
Well, that's a lot of maybes, Emily.
You made me the chef whisperer.
Just make sure Antoine comes to the opening.
Emily!
Oh.
Hello, Nicolas.
Wait. Uh--
Wait!
I was actually coming to see you.
Me? Why?
Well, I, uh…
Oh!
JVMA bought Muratori.
Well, have fun dealing with Antonia.
Marcello couldn't handle her, neither could I, so good luck with that.
What?
No. No, it's about Mindy.
What about her?
She's not replying to my texts or answering my calls,
so I thought maybe you could…
What, pass along a message?
Yeah, no.
You broke her heart and also ruined Eurovision for her.
She doesn't want to see you.
-I know, but if I could just explain-- -No, just leave her alone.
She's doing great. She looks great. She's even back at the Crazy Horse.
She's moved on.
You should too.
You can cook whatever you want. Even try out some of your new dishes.
Really? Heatherton's gonna go for that?
Yes, he just wants a smooth and successful event
to help launch his hotel.
Plus, it'll make Antoine so jealous.
And why would I want that?
Uh, so he can finally get off your back, and you can change the menu.
Seeing you cook for a major player who owns yachts and rocket ships
is a huge blow to his ego.
Hm. True. Hm…
Okay, I'll have my sous-chef cover the restaurant for the night.
Amazing! You're gonna be great. Thomas is gonna love you.
Is it true that he owns rocket ships?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Every time he announces a new business venture,
he goes up into space for like 11 minutes.
That's insane.
Truly.
Um, well, I'll send you the details.
-Okay. -Okay.
Oh, Emily.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
No. No. No. No, no, no. No.
-I've been trying to reach you. -I wouldn't know. I blocked you.
Oh.
I'm good.
Please, I just want to apologize.
You've really got some balls showing up here.
After what you did?
I know.
It was terrible.
You said you'd have my back, and you shoved a knife into it.
I get it. What matters to you the most is your company and your family.
And that's always how it's gonna be.
No. I've changed.
Those are just words, Nico.
I'll prove it to you.
It's too late.
-Next. -Merci.
All right. Cute outfits.
-Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. -Ah!
I'm good. Sorry.
-Hi! -Well, listen.
I'm glad that we can do this because…
Right.
…there's something that we need to tell you.
Oh!
We are diving right into it.
Yeah.
What's going on?
Well, uh…
When we were in Rome, we--
We saw the Colosseum together.
What?
Uh, and I know I promised I'd see it with you,
but you were so busy.
Oh, yeah. Okay. What, is that it?
No. No, there's more.
-No. Yeah, no. -Loads more. A lot more.
-Um, we-- -We also saw the Pantheon.
-And we had so much fun, right? -So much fun.
Yeah, loads of fun.
Okay, if I'm honest, I also saw those places with Marcello.
Oh my God! Okay, so then we are…
-Then it's no big deal. -No.
Uh… Oh. Uh, sorry, have to take this.
-Take it. -I'll be right back. Julien, hi.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Some shit went down at Crazy Horse,
and, yeah, I honestly don't think I'm in the right state of mind
to… tell Emily tonight.
-Can I have some of this? -Yeah.
-Crack on. -Okay, thank you.
Well, go on. What happened?
Well,
Nico showed up.
Uh…
And?
He… tried to apologize.
So…
What?
-You guys are getting back together? -After what he did? How… could I?
I don't know. I mean, could you?
Ah…
Uh--
You know, this is getting a lot more complicated
than it was supposed to be.
There's Emily, and now there's Nico.
There's… no Nico.
Why don't we just save everyone the trouble and pretend
that me and you never happened?
That's not what I'm saying.
Well… I just did.
Okay, what did I miss?
Nothing.
Yeah.
Nothing.
The girl you've been seeing…
…can't be seeing very well.
She's been looking for that.
Well, you can return it when you see her.
Yeah, or…
…when we both see her.
Excuse me?
What would you think if we went on a date?
You, me, and my friend with the bad eyesight?
A date?
It was her idea.
She doesn't want to get between us,
but she wouldn't mind
getting between us.
Interesting.
And how would that work exactly?
Would you just want to watch the two of us?
Or would you join in on the fun?
Preferably. See how we're feeling.
You know what I'm feeling?
No.
That you should get your own apartment.
Okay.
Excuse me? I don't understand.
I don't want to share my bed with her, or you.
Let me remind you that I moved to Paris, for you,
to make this work.
And you think this is working?
Emily?
I was just reviewing the menu.
You didn't tell me that our traditional French cuisine is vegan.
Are you out of your mind?
People seem to be loving it.
Ladies, I was just coming to talk to you.
I never got to approve the menu tonight.
No steak, no cream?
How can this be Paris?
I was just talking to Emily about that--
I love it.
My brand is all about sustainability.
-It's a perfect fit. -Plant-based cooking is the future.
Oh yes, I couldn't agree with you more.
Now, listen, I need to meet your chef.
Yes.
Oh, I know he would love to meet you too.
Merci.
-Hi. Hi! -Hi.
Some of your hats are in the swag bags.
I know.
Ah, you know?
I thought all the travel writers would get a kick out of them.
They'd be perfect for hotel gift shops.
-I have to admit, that's a great idea. -Right?
Does Sylvie know you put them in the bags?
Now I must admit, that's a bad idea.
Okay, but it's too big an opportunity to pass up.
I can already see the brand expanding to different countries.
Buenos días, bitch.
Guten Tag, bitch.
G'day, bitch.
Then you can create a new line.
Au revoir…
Well, not "bitch," but something that goes with "au revoir."
Okay.
Here, for you.
Oh God, did Emily book you to sing at this event too?
Ha-ha-ha. You wish.
No, she just invited me for the drinks.
And the company.
Oh, by the way.
Did you see this?
Nico resigned from JVMA?
Yep, and it's all over the press.
He was serious. Wow.
What do you mean? What do you know?
I-- I saw him last night. I…
Long story.
-You guys back together? I thought-- -No.
Nico tracked me down because I blocked him.
He was trying to apologize for always putting his family before me.
Well, he's not with his family anymore. Hm?
-Oh. Excuse me. -What-- I…
Hey.
Ah! Antoine.
Enjoying yourself? Did you try that pumpkin gnocchi?
-Isn't it good? -Delicious.
I'll pass your compliments to the chef.
There he is now.
Your cooking is so marvelous.
What's going on, Sylvie?
You might want to hold onto your chef before someone else steals him.
Oh, you gotta be joking.
-Yeah. -You see what's going into our swag bags?
I told Genevieve to stop handing them out.
Julien is right. That girl is a liability.
Yes, I will talk to her.
No, don't talk to her. Fire her.
Me? Oh, I-- I don't have that authority.
Well, you do now.
I'm making you vice president in charge of firing useless stepchildren.
I thought that I was the whisperer.
Congratulations on your promotion.
Genevieve?
Um, I really hate to be the one to tell you this,
but I'm afraid we've gotta make a change at Agence Grateau.
I don't think you're a fit here anymore.
Wait, what? Are you trying to fire me?
Actually, I am firing you.
That's ridiculous. You know who my father is.
Sylvie would never let that happen.
This is coming from Sylvie.
And, you know, I'll be honest,
you've been more concerned about your salutation hats
than your real job.
Well, I think your focus is a little off too.
Excuse me?
You can't even see what's going on right under your nose.
What are you talking about?
Mindy and Alfie.
What about them?
They've been hooking up.
For ages.
What?
No, that is… that is ridiculous. No.
You don't believe me?
Ask Julien.
He knows.
Everyone knows.
Except you.
I'm sorry, Emily.
You heard her.
You're fired.
So let's get you and your hats out of here.
Hi!
Em, this all looks so incredible.
Okay, so…
Big news.
Nico left JVMA. And…
I'm pretty sure he did it for me.
That is big news.
I know.
I mean, do you think I should see him and hear him out?
Well, that depends.
Um, are you and Alfie exclusive, or is it just sex?
You guys worked it out.
Huh?
Oh, um…
Uh, no, it was, uh…
He was wishing me well. I'm, uh… I'm resigning.
What?
Heatherton offered me a job.
At-- at his hotel?
To be his private chef on his yacht.
Traveling the world.
Oh. Uh, wait, so you're leaving Paris?
It's an incredible opportunity,
and I need to get out from under Antoine's thumb.
And I'm never really gonna be happy here.
Well, I wanted you to cook at that event
so that Antoine could realize how valuable you are,
not to ship you off.
Well, you know, it is the dream job.
Until I figure out what's next.
-I just never imagined you leaving Paris. -I never imagined you would leave either.
But I came back.
Well, maybe I will too. We'll see.
I gotta… I gotta go inside and tell the staff.
Mm.
Wish me well.
I always do.
And I won't put my hands up And surrender
There will be no white flag Above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess And destruction
To come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand If you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules Of "it's over"
Then I'm sure…