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No!

I thought as it's your last night

here, it only appropriate that we open
something extra special.

Thunder. Excellent choice.

Tempierre Bandol, 1969.

A kind of wine that will pickle even the
toughest of men.

I once saw a Castilian prizefighter
collapse in a heap after drinking

just a single glass.

Perhaps my knee landing squarely in his
testicles may have been partly to blame.

What was I talking about before?

You said the importance of a good blue
suit can never be overstated. Quite

right.

A blue suit is the most versatile of
accoutrements. More important than the

itself is the man who fits it for you.

Once you find a good tailor, you must
never give his name away, not even under

the threat of bodily harm.

Now, where were we?

Whose turn is it?

Mine. Uh -huh.

Max, have I told you why I enjoy making
wine so much?

You don't make the wine, Uncle Henry.
Look, I do float up.

In France, it's always the landowner who
makes the wine, even though he does

nothing more than supervise with
binoculars from the comfort of his

Now, I enjoy making wine because this
sublime nectar is quite simply incapable

of life.

Pictually, pictulated matters not. The
wine will always whisper into your

with complete, unabashed honesty every
time you take a sip.

Delightful. Now, Maximilian, now you
know why I love wine so much. Have you

anything you want to tell me?

Yes, I do.

Yes, what is it?

Checkmate. You little shit.

Good morning, lab rats. Good morning.

Today we're shifting gear.

Today is greedy bastard day.

The secret to riches, lab rats, is the
same as the secret to comedy.

Timing.

1 -15 -10, Max. We should move now.

Not yet, Al.

Boss, why do you keep calling me Al?
Because you're an aggressive little

Kenny. And as your boss and genetic
superior, I can call you whatever I

Max Skinner's phone?

It's Kimberly. It's Max. Yeah, one
moment, please.

It's Kimberly.

Sorry, Kimberly, Max isn't here. Where
is he? He and his fiancée are at their

wedding rehearsal today.

They're what? Do you want me to leave
him a message? No, I don't want to leave

him a message. Okay.

115 .90.

116.

1 .16 .10. Right, lab rats, just
remember, we're not here for the dental

50 bid, people are buying.

Mac?

Sell.

That's it. That's yours over there.

Yours over there.

King's selling it.

Do you hear that? Sell it. That's yours.

That's yours.

Darren, look at me.

That's yours. Darren, look over here.
What have you got in the box over there?

I'm just getting a dumping box onto the
market.

Look, I'll do that. There's a
gentleman's agreement on the exchange.

A gentleman's agreement presupposes
there's a gentleman involved. Amos, he

out five billion in sell orders. Prices
are crashing through the floor. Come on,

people, get off your arses!

Come on, let's do it! Stop selling!

Sell!

They should bury your face down, Max,
because that's the way you're going.

Next to my cab!

Three big figures!

To 113 .50.

You're going down.

Buy.

Fucking buy all back, Vicky boy. Buy all
back. Immediately buy all back as

you're to buy back. Don't worry about
it. Buy all back.

You're a genius, mate.

Vicky bugger. He's forced down price.
He's going to buy everything back on the

cheap. Stop buying.

Buy it now. Stop buying.

a spectacular amount of money.

Today we prove the adage that winning
isn't everything.

in sell orders. Then in an extraordinary
move, the company bought the bonds back

at a substantially reduced price, making
over $77 million in the process.

Lying. Cries of foul play were loud and
widespread with talks of an inquiry to

follow.

Morning,

Mr. Skinner. Morning, Bert.

And congratulations.

Thank you.

Here, you might tip me off, Mr. Skinner.

I'll give you a tip, Bert.

Never pat a burning dog.

Ready for the fan mail.

Shoot, sunshine.

Bastard.

Bastard. Burn in hell.

Rot in hell. Oh, lovely.

Die. Charming. Maxi. Congratulations,
you're my hero.

Who sent that?

Your lawyer.

Maxi, listen, I just got off the phone
with Ozze.

That's the notary handling your Uncle
Henry's estate.

Is she the one that sent me the letter?

Yeah.

Anyway, listen.

It seems that your Uncle Henry hasn't
updated his will in over 20 years.

Which is why, in typical frog fashion,
they take over a month to notify us.

All right, so what do we do with that?
Is there a reading of the will, or do we

just download that sort of thing these
days? What happens? No, that's the

Max.

Sorry? There is no legal will.

Really? You're his closest blood
relative, so you get everything.

What, his clothes and his Edmundo Rosso
piece?

The house, you get.

You get to keep his house.

Well, the old farmhouse and the vineyard
and the grapes and everything.

A place like that must be worth a few
quid these days.

Hey.

Hmm. Anyway, I've booked you a flight
and an appointment with Ozak for three

tomorrow afternoon.

Just a few papers to sign. Come on, I
can't go to France tomorrow.

Jim, I'm the toast of the town. I need
to do a few victory laps around the

Show off a little bit. Have a late night
or two.

Oh, come on. You heard the mayor.
There's times like this when everyone

you. That's when it's fun.

Go on, Max.

We'll take good care of the place when
you're gone. No problems.

Right.

Ken.

Why don't you go and try and find some
small animals to hurt?

I know.

Find a poodle and punt it off the
balcony.

Tell me something, Max.

Yeah? Did you care for him?

Yes, I did.

When was the last time you spoke?

A long time ago.

Why? Well, I don't know, Gemma. That's
probably got something to do with me

becoming an arsehole.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'm so much forward to gloating for the
room.

Follow me.

Tony, how are you?

Congratulations. Thank you. Austin, say
hi to Dad for me.

Oh, love.

How are you doing?

I'm fine, how are you? Oh, Lucy.

Hello. I didn't realise that you two
knew each other.

Oops.

Magnificent bouquet.

Alluring nose.

Honey and spice at all things nice.

Inspection of the polyphenolics reveals
magnificent hues of brick red,

indicative of a mature bulldog.

It's burgundy.

Yes, I knew it was burgundy.

One for you, sir.

I think I shall have an eclipse.

Thank you.

Charles, can we get our minds off the
double frontage with a view and onto the

French real estate? What do you think
it's worth?

Thanks. Barely a day has passed since
you learned of the long -lost uncle's

departure from this world and all you
can think of is money.

It's probably the same uncle you're
talking about, Charles, as the man who

taught me every man needs a fucking
million.

OK, well, are you going to furnish me
with the particulars because an estate

agent needs something he can sink his
teeth into?

Well, it's been a while since I've been
there, but from memory, at least half a

dozen bedrooms, pool tents.

Court. Key for class kitchen.

Thanks. Eleven hectares, vineyard.
Bloody hell, Max, sounds like an estate

me. A chateau. What's a chateau go for
these days? Well, we're obviously in the

F .U. department, aren't we?

Maybe several. Really?

God bless Henry.

I won't cut my commission.

I wouldn't expect you to, Charles.
That's why I'm fond of you.

Well, in that case, Max, here's to you.

I love you.

I want the current 10 -year yield. I
want an update on the figures for non

payroll. And I want you to get your
scrawny little backside out of my chair.

Thank you.

I didn't know that.

Lord Armstrong!

This is because they didn't shag you at
the Christmas party, isn't it? Listen, I

swear on my life, Max. They didn't have
any other cars.

So, where are we, Max?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Right, I've got it at the end of that
road.

Look, they're both the D3.

I've got Minerva on my left, I've got
Cabriolet on my right.

And they're both on the D3.

Oh!

Okay, okay, hang on a minute, I'll help
you, hang on.

I've got a GPS here with a stutter in
it.

Quite frankly, a shitty, froggy
attitude.

Okay, listen, you turn left and I'll
take you straight into the N7. And if

really put your foot on it, you might
even get your appointment on time.

Mission control.

Right, now please reschedule my meeting
with the notary for first thing tomorrow

morning. Okay.

What about the keys?

Oh, there used to be a stone, you know,
by the front door.

I'll ask you to put the keys under the
stone, and I'll pick them up from there.

Okay, copy that, copy that.

Attention, you have crossed your
destination.

20 meters back.

Attention, you have crossed your
destination.

Vous êtes arrivés.

Hello?

Henry?

the other day a friend of mine said he
said the sun's

not really yellow he said he said the
sun is really red

i said

Max, why are you uncelebrating? Because
I lost.

A man should acknowledge his losses just
as gracefully as he celebrates his

victories. Come on, give us a jig.

Give your old uncle a jig. I'm the big
tramp.

I'm so shimmy like an Italian.

Well done, Uncle Henry.

Who's this stupid?

You come to see that a man learns
nothing.

and winning.

The act of losing, however, can elicit
great wisdom, not least of which is how

much more enjoyable it is to win.

It's inevitable to lose now and again.
The trick is not to make a habit of it.

Oh, fertilizer.

Oh, Tati.

Hello.

The flood?

Mac,

my God.

How about you, mature?

The floods of 78.

Mistral of 86.

Henliff disease in 93.

Henliff disease. Rich vintage. I've
cocked away another year of my youth.

But I still have my wife, Ludivine.
Ludivine? Yeah.

And my dog.

I expect you're hungry, no?

Please, come tonight. My wife is rusting
a lamb.

To tell the truth, I haven't had much of
an appetite since I learned of Henry.

In the very last years, his sight was
failing.

But I attended to things for him, you
know.

We became very close.

Almost like father and son.

Right, well, I am most appreciative that
someone was here for him.

Well, my wife will come in the morning.
It's a question. Okay?

She will resume her duties.

Allez. Bon.

One week to flow.

Don't mind if I do.

Here's to you, Henry.

Devoting your life to the vines.

Bottling the truth.

Have a poison stick on.

Yep, there.

And that. Oh, bummer.

Good

morning, Henry.

Good morning,

Gemma. Are you enjoying yourself, Max?

Well, yes, as bereavements go, you know.
That's what you are.

You've been buckted.

Morning Financial Times headline, Lorton
Brothers trade under investigation.

Oh, you don't have to worry about
anything.

The FSA today launched an official
inquiry into recent Lorton Brothers

activity. Yes, well, I double -checked
it all through legal. I covered our

asses, okay? It's just bollocks to
placate the loosing back.

He doesn't think so?

Nigel. Sir...

He wants a meeting with you today.

Five o 'clock this afternoon.

Well, that must be something else.

What time is my meeting with the notary?

A little over an hour from now.

My time or yours?

Oh, shit.

Gemma!

How's the house, Max? Is it gorgeous?

Well, to tell you the truth, Charlie,
it's a little bit shabby. We don't say

shabby, Max. We say filled with the
patina of a bygone era.

Right. How's the wine? Uh, bouquet of a
wet dog. Hits the palate like a razor

blade with a finish that hints of offal.
So the house is falling apart and the

vineyard makes undrinkable wine.

Excellent.

One thing you are going to need is an
owner log.

All right. What's that?

It's a sort of licensed wine expert.
They take soil samples, bit the vine,

sort of thing.

There must be a couple near you.

And also, I would need a couple of sexy
snaps to get the punters clamouring, and

I have an email address for you to send
them to, which is... Hold on a second,

I'll just put you on speaker.

OK, shoot.

Hello.

Max Skinner. The vigneron is the wine
and the estate owner maintains the

property.

Mr. Skinner?

Yes, right.

Delightful. This is how your uncle and
Monsieur Duflo worked for over 20 years.

Naturally, Monsieur Duflo will be
anxious as to your intentions.

I think I can speed this up.

I have no intention of becoming a
winemaker.

So, let Monsieur Duflo make the wine and
you enjoy the estate on the weekends.

I'm not sure you understand me.

My life is in London.

I don't do weekends. I intend to sell
Last Rock as soon as possible.

And what about Monsieur and Madame
Duflo?

Look, in all cases like this, it simply
just comes down to a figure.

Well, if there's nothing else, I have a
plan to catch.

You're selling La Ciroque?

There has been a mistake, I think.

News travels fast.

But your uncle, he meant for you to have
it, not sell it.

Well, I'm sure if he did, he would have
written that down on a proper will.

He didn't.

You know, Henry was not English the way
you are.

He was a man of secrets, a man of
passion.

He didn't write things down.

You would take me away from my vines.

My vines, Duflo.

I live in them.

I breathe in them.

They tear my hands.

Look, Francis, when I sell the property,
I do intend to make you a handsome

servant. Do you know, monsieur, what it
is to love something more than your own

life? To submit your days and nights to
the fickle will of nature.

I have only a few vintages left.

Soon my body and spirit will be defeated
by the terroir.

And you dare come here to take away my
last two tenths of immortality?

Afraid so. Be in touch.

It's not over.

Leaving now.

Oh, good.

Because Sir Nigel has made a special
trip, Matt.

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

Good. Oh, did you remember to take a
photo for Charlie? Yeah.

Yes.

Idiot.

Yes? Get in the car.

Get off my camera.

Thank you.

Come on.

Come on.

Don't worry about me.

I'm the pool man. I do this every
Thursday. It's just routine maintenance.

Lovely chatting to you.

And you are spectacular vision.

But any chance of a rope or a ladder?

Is that your little car?

Uh, yes. I'm the temporary custodian of
the Lime Cream Rollers. Okay, but it's a

hired car. It's a rented car.

Can you swim?

Oh, yes.

But not enough for the cow shit.

He's not on a flight.

Right. Right, okay, roger that.

What is it, Major Lance, that attracts
you personally to the desert?

It's clean.

I like it because it's clean.

You better be in prison, Maxie.

Yes, just tell him I'm sorry. There's
nothing I can do about it.

Sorry's no good, Max. He's gone.

Oh, shit.

Um, what time's the first flight out in
the morning?

No point in rushing back, Max.

You know, the last thing Sir Nigel did
on his way out was to suspend you for a

week. What?

What does he expect me to do for a week?

Take a holiday.

Christ, you didn't say that, did you?

No, I just did.

Right, Gemma, never say that. If anybody
calls, do not say I'm on holiday.

Right? That's worse than dying.

Now, look, I'll be back in the office in
a couple of days. Okay.

You just make sure that every man
jacking there is ready.

Set it up so I can trade in Kenny's
name.

What? Get him a clearance at the highest
level on Sir Nigel's Recommend.

Are you mad, Max?

Who cares? Just do it.

And don't tell anybody.

Right?

Especially not that little shit Kenny.

Max, is there a problem?

No, I'm having a great time. Are you
sure? Yes. Just be careful, OK?

OK. Ciao.

Bye.

Thank you.

Got to get up, got to get out, got to
get home before the morning comes. What

I'm late, got a big date, got to get
home before the sun comes up. Up and

got a big date, sorry can't stay, got to
run, run.

Got to get home, pick up the phone, got
to let the people know we're going to be

late.

Fits very well, beautifully.

Mac, are you back in Blighty?

On the contrary, Chuck.

I've decided to stick around for a
couple of days.

So it's true, you are getting the sack.

No, I'm not getting the sack, Charlie.

I'm just exploring my options.

With a view to realising the full
potential of my inheritance.

Well, speaking of your inheritance, how
soon before we can view?

Cosmetic stuff, mostly, I'd say.

Surprising, actually, how well it's been
maintained.

So you don't need a contractor or
anything like that? No, no, no, no, no.

need a coat of paint and a bit of a
scrub.

OK, you sure?

No problem at all, Charlie.

Good.

Charlie, can you hear me?

Yes.

Can you hear me now?

Yes. Look, I wasn't joking before about
what I said about the wine they make

here.

It is not, I repeat, not first class.

Will that affect our price? Well, how
bad can it be?

Well, it gives you a blinding headache
and it makes you angry.

I can't imagine the damage a second sip
might do.

Well, we just have to make sure our
buyers don't know anything about wine.

We'll concentrate on the Americans.

Just make sure she's match fit in 72
hours. 72 hours.

Righto.

A Lamborghini tractor.

You're welcome.

I was just about to use that paintbrush.

It's my penbrush.

Gee whiz.

This is fun.

Tell you what.

I'll give you 20 euros for your
paintbrush.

Non?

50.

I'll give you 100 euros for your
paintbrush, Duflo. I don't care. What do

want?

When you sell, I stay in your home.

I keep my vines.

You want to stay with your vines?

Fine. That means you must help me fix
the place up. Do the gardens, paint the

house, clean the pool.

And I, if at all possible, will attempt
to convince the new owners of the worth

and value of your services.

D 'accord.

A Frenchman's hand is his word.

An Englishman's word is his bond.

Concorde? Deal.

Leaf break.

Hey, Joe.

Don't run like that.

Say, there's no fire at your house.

Hey, Joe.

Say hello.

You won't die.

Oh, dad.

Wait.

Wait. Wait.

I have all the time.

Come on.

Oh, I'm sorry.

somebody else's problem.

There is a person

at the door. Person?

Person.

Bonjour.

Bonjour. Je recherche le propriétaire du
domaine.

The only country that issues teeth like
that is America.

Oh, yes.

Speak English.

Like a native.

I'm Christy Roberts.

I'm looking for Mr. Skinner.

You lucky devil.

You found him. Impossible.

You're way too young.

No, I was just thinking the same thing
about you.

I meant too young to be my dad.

Henry Skinner's my father.

She has Henry's nose.

Is this your mum?

In all her flash dance glory.

So, uh, is he around?

Oh, bollocks.

Um... Sorry, I forgot your name.

It's Christy.

You see, Christy.

Um... Henry... He's dead, huh?

Cup of tea?

Yes.

Man up the floor.

It's nothing.

Well, no, it's more than a wrinkle, Max.
What if the girl turns out to be legit?

Oh, come on. She turns up a couple of
months after you've parked her.

It's all too sweet, Charlie. I'm not
buying.

You need some legal advice, mate, and
you need it fast in case the little mink

screws up the whole deal.

Asking price?

Seven and a half.

Do you get that?

Christy, I've just got to pop into town.

Oh, no problem.

I booked a youth hostel just in case the
old man was schizo, you know.

Oh, do you mind dropping me off?

I've really got to get out of these
clothes.

Why don't you just get out of the
clothes here?

There's plenty of space.

Lots of room.

If you clean up, take a shower, I'll be
back in a jiff.

You sure?

Absolutely. Absolutely.

Madame Dufour, un invité.

Hola.

Under French law, there is no difference
between legitimate and illegitimate

children when it comes to their right to
inherit.

That's bloody ridiculous.

She never even met him.

She could very well be an imposter. That
is precisely why she would be required

to produce some form of recommendation,
a photo or even correspondence, a love

letter. Yes, yes, yes. But what if I
just sell the property before she even

makes her claim?

No. Legally, she could invalidate the
sale even after the transfer of Titan.

Okay. My advice, Mr. Skinner, is to
treat her with the utmost respect.

Oh, no. That's not fair.

And hope she'll be on her way.

Well, who knows?

Don't let this...

Joan of Arc?

Oh, Jacques Cousteau.

You tried to drown me. You tried to run
me over with your little car.

What are you talking about, I tried to
run you over? What sort of bollocks is

that? Down the road from La Siroque, you
were driving your midget car on your

phone.

Bonjour. Bonjour.

And I believe had your head stuck very
far up your ass, look at the damage you

have caused me.

Faites attention. You try to kill me, I
try to kill you.

My God.

She's fantastic.

Hey,

Matt.

Look at the view.

It's like Cezanne.

Francis, in town today, I was passing by
this restaurant. Her

name is Fanny Chenal.

Many times I've seen the same look on
your uncle's face.

But you deserve credit.

Why is that?

You are now the town hero for making her
show her derrière.

She, um, she grew up around here, didn't
she?

Who?

Fanny Chanel.

I believe, yes.

She, um... She otherwise spoken for?

She was one.

A football player for Lyon.

She was shit.

Just like his left foot.

He treated her very badly, you know.

Since then, it's rumored that she will
let no man near her heart.

So she's alone, then.

Who?

Fanny Chanel.

Max, recall what Foote said.

Leave pretty women to men without
imagination.

You flow on the banker.

I have no imagination.

Stop!

Fred Perry.

Bonne et la coste.

Love 50.

50 -0.

Oh, do not be serious. I was in by a
mile.

Ball. Ball.

Look, Ludivine, she's my cousin. Well,
she could end up turning out to be

relative from a cousinly perspective.
This is perhaps a little over the top.

Oh, have the aristocrat in front. Have
liaison with the cousins.

Gosh, that explains a lot.

Won't do.

Careful on those steps.

What do you see up there?

Fervere.

Are you speaking in tongues, boy?

Fervere. It's the Latin term. It means
to boil.

The native yeast in your cellar is
converting the sugar inside the grapes

alcohol.

The release of carbon dioxide gas is
what causes the bubbling effect.

I must be suffering from dementia. I
don't recall ever having told you that.

You didn't. Mr. Duflo explained it to
me.

Well done.

There is the adage that wisdom can be
found in the most unlikely places.

To watch Duflo on a bended knee, doing
something as simple as weeding his soil,

he brings a magnificent poetry in his
devotion to each and every grape.

Perhaps it'll inspire you.

To find devotion in what you do for a
living one day.

I want to be a professional poker player
when I'm older.

Or a comedian.

Maximilian, ask me, what is the most
important thing in comedy?

What is the most important thing in
comedy? Timing.

Have you tasted Dad's wine?

Oh, yes, indeed.

Bloody awful, isn't it?

But I do recommend it for getting the
paint out from underneath your

fingernails. So you know.

Well, I'm more of a cognac drinker.

Too impatient to be a wine lover.

I'm going to get drunk. I don't want to
spend all night doing it.

Try that.

It's better?

It's extraordinary.

Like a Bordeaux, only velvet rather than
wool.

Oh, well.

Guess who knows a thing or two about
wine?

Back in Napa.

We're known to gargle and spit on
occasion.

That sounds like fun.

Is this made here, on the estate?

Qu 'en perdu.

Doubt it.

Different bottles.

Same quirks.

Un petit mystery, n 'est -ce pas?

Henry always was a little bit of a
mystery.

How so?

He loved England.

He lived in France.

They loved women, but never the same one
for more than a certain period of time.

They never got married.

They loved adventure.

But every single one of my memories
takes place within about a hundred steps

this very spot.

Are they good memories?

No.

They're grand.

I'm going to go upstairs and finish my
book.

Death in Venice.

That's my book.

Don't tell me the ending.

Well, actually, I never got around to
finishing it.

Hello, old mate. How are you?

Just a quick question.

Yeah, hang on, Shirley.

Yes? You'd know this.

In France, is it actually illegal to
shag your own cousin?

Only if she's ugly.

Right.

I'm sorry.

Only we'll offer you drinks and you have
your table in less than 20 minutes,

okay? All right, what I want is, get
ready, write it down, double my time.

Lucky food's wonderful, because your
service is obviously loud. Please,

monsieur, I'm too busy to ignore you.

Where are your waiters, love? Look, my
hands are full without fun and games

you. Compris?

McDonald's is in Avignon. Fish and chips
in Marseille.

What are you doing?

Don't worry, love, done this before.

Where? Worked my way through university
at London's finest restaurants.

Okay. Okay, you can serve. But remember,
if there are any complaints in France,

the customer is always wrong.

Cheers. What are we going to have to
eat?

Get over here. I need your help over
here.

Where are you going?

Do you think American?

Because this menu is all in French and
we don't understand it.

But let me tell you what I would like to
have.

I would like a salad with ranch dressing
on it.

Oh,

that's right. I'm still on my diet. So I
would like a local ranch dressing with

no oil.

And could you sprinkle some bacon bits
on top?

McDonald's?

Thank you for your help.

You're fired.

You know, my vigneron said that you grew
up around Gord.

Mr. DeFleur has mistaken.

I only lived in Gord during the summer
with my mother.

I used to spend my summers here.

I wonder if we ever met.

Well, if we did, I hope I was
unbearable.

You're a local. You'd know the answer to
this. Where would a young man...

Recently cashed up.

Take someone for a drink.

Are you asking me on a date?

No, it's more of an apology.

I just don't want you to think I'm the
sort of maniac who goes around running

people off the road.

I'm not interested.

Have a good night.

Sunday night, 8 o 'clock.

Place de l 'Eton.

Don't be late.

I shall see you there.

Oh, my God!

Help! Mommy!

Help!

Oh, my God!

La lavande.

La lavande.

It starts very well, Ludivine.

Thank you.

I miss Henry.

He was an excellent dancer.

Yeah.

Do you want to dance?

Oh, what happened?

The tennis with Francis.

Do you want me to put a band -aid?

Antiseptic?

Oh.

You are coming to a house tonight,
manger ce soir, to a home.

I am cooking for you, Mac.

Bonjour.

Francis Duflo.

Vigneron.

Christy Roberts.

A legitimate daughter.

The resemblance to Henry is
unmistakable.

The nose.

For 23 years, I toiled side by side with
the old father.

Even now, he works from there and I from
here.

That's when I first planted the vines.

But now they are sad and tired.

Except here.

Here? Oh, no. It's catastrophic.

Nothing but rocks and grease.

Wine stones absorb the sunlight.

Keep the vines warm at night.

Wine brat.

Spent summers working in a vineyard in
California.

California, they don't make wine. They
make Hawaiian punch.

Mondavi might argue with that one. Maybe
Henry's daughter would be interested in

the personal tour in the vine. Okay.

If we're lucky, his spirit will join us.

Pay to the order of Francois and Pearl,
the plumber.

How much?

87 francs.

Signed.

Next.

The mechanic.

Not a soude of that grease monkey.

The old jack's still coughing like your
Aunt Midge.

Next. I jumped Pierre Le Sourd.

What's that?

2 ,000 francs.

OK, OK.

You're a genius, Maximilian.

You could be me.

The photos work like a charm. Really?
Yeah.

Massive interest, Max. Wonderful. Yes.

Money, money, money, money, money.

So I decided it's time I was on site.

So I booked a flight.

I'll be with you tomorrow afternoon.

Terrific. Well, I'll alert the staff and
chain up the dogs.

What do you mean, chain up the dogs?

No, I don't have any dogs, Charlie.
That's just a figure of speech.

OK, bye.

If you're fond of sand dunes and salty
air,

Quaid Little Village is here.

You must have an aperitif.

I took the liberty of inviting Henry's
daughter to join us.

Pastis? Those workers.

What?

I see you've managed to ingratiate
yourself with the hired help.

Where'd you get the Holston?

Dad's closet.

Ta -da.

I wonder what she wore home.

A simple meal after a day's work in the
fields.

Eggplant.

Caviar d 'aubergine. Very good.

Headless clark.

Where are the heads? We didn't, like,
eat them already. No, no, no.

Mushroom of the region.

Et voilà.

And finally, civet of wild boar,
marinated in red wine and blood -pressed

the carcass.

Why would you have it any other way?

Allez, attaque.

Le divin. Help, help.

Wine.

La siroque?

Mais non.

Christy? Wine? No, I'm okay.

Oh, papa.

Papa, you know?

Very few still understand it.

Now, exclusively practiced by poet and
sodomite.

What is sodomite, by the way?

I will explain to you tonight.

Francis?

It's powerful.

It's lovely.

Thank you. Very chewy, but lovely.

And bravo, Ludivine.

And the boar.

That's the best boar I've had.

Do you have some breakfast?

Francis?

Give me your papa.

It's a garage wine, like a boutique

wine.

Small vineyards, small production.

Seriously, big prices.

It's overrated, huh?

Didn't say that on the web.

Turns out Laquan Perdue is a provincial
legend.

Changes hands among collectors, but
nobody knows who makes it.

Well, it's time for fromage, okay?

You want the fromage, cheese?

Allez. Allez.

And now, now... Papa. Papa.

Trouble you for spotting the ground. You
know what it is, Christy? It is mâle de

poison. I made it myself.

Wow. It's a little bit strong, but very
good.

It's your father's recipe.

Oh. Max, a little bit. Oui, merci.

Tell us, madame, what is it that makes
you so...

Certain she is Henry's child. Oh, but of
course.

The nose.

Oh, the nose.

The glorious snout. The prominent
proboscis.

There's something else.

Anything? No?

Anything that might help corroborate
Christie's claim?

Henry ever discussed California?

Did he ever mention a woman in
California?

Funny, isn't it?

Any moments of drunken candor where he
might have mentioned... offspring?

No, seriously.

Because the last person that Henry would
ever consciously breed with would be an

American. Yes, but in this moment, I see
more of Henry in Christie than I do in

you.

Now, all I want is to learn about my
father.

This is my chance to find out who made
me and...

I don't care if you believe me or not.

Oh.

Monsieur,

madame, proper to flow.

Thanks for a lovely evening. Oh, perhaps
I will walk you back.

The vines will guide me.

Bonsoir.

Good night.

Whoa. It's okay.

What are you doing? I lost my shoe.

What?

I lost my shoe.

Why can't Henry be my dad?

Because now that he's back in my life,
I'm not sure that I want to share him.

Don't believe me, do you?

Look, Christy, it's not a matter of
that.

Ludivine told me that your parents died
when you were young.

You know, I grew up without a dad, too.

Doesn't it matter to you that I may be
the only black relative you have?

That's a doubt, that's why I need to be
sure.

This was my room when I was a little
boy.

Sleeping here.

It was the safest place in the world.

No bedtimes. No chores.

No squabbling adults.

to save my life.

Thanks, Amelia Maximilian.

Oh, dear, how old am I?

Oh, when does it come back in? When does
it come back in? What about cook, dog,

cook?

Yes? Max, my boy. Amos, you old cheese.

So sorry to hear you're out.

Well, as usual, Amos, the only thing
right about your intelligence is that

all wrong.

Then again, you always were at the back
of the conga line.

You've crossed the line one too many
times, sinner. You little ruts. By the

Thank you so much for your very generous
contribution to my Aston Martin fund.

Did you get the flowers?

What flowers? What are you talking
about?

Biscuits. Is it a lot?

Well...

Oi, I heard that. Who are you calling a
plonker, you fat prat?

Hey? Hello?

Bonjour. Dinner. Hello.

Jean -Marie Brunier. Yes?

I've come to taste the vine.

Oh, the onalop. Yeah. Right, great.

Well, grab your boots and off we go.

Gemma, long time.

Max? I'm just... I had a vision of you
serving Kenny a latte at Starbucks.

Getting comfortable in my chair, is he?

Yeah, listen.

Remember, we are not here for the dental
plan.

Sell. Sell.

He's even taking credit for your trade
this week.

He's telling everyone in the office that
he was the one that gave you the idea.

Well, if he wasn't an ambitious and
mercenary little bastard, I never would

given him the job in the first place.

Yeah, but Mark, he's really trying to
take... Gemma?

Just give him his head and let him do
what he needs to do.

All right?

Well.

Pick it.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

No. No, it's been, um... It's bad, you
know?

Yeah.

Shit.

Very terrible, this one. You know, it's
like, in French we say, mort.

It's completely dead.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Look at this one.

It's a baby.

Baby. Look at this.

This one.

Wow.

Catastrophe.

Very, very bad.

I'm really sorry.

More like a quarry in a vineyard.

Look at this. You know what I mean?

Vendange vert.

You cut up two of every three bunches.

What's left gets all the nourishment.

Why would you do that?

Perhaps a peasant got the time to
salvage with the coat, you know?

Right.

I think I follow you.

So what's the verdict?

Despite your vigneron's admirable
effort, this terroir is

beyond hand.

Nothing.

Shit. Nothing.

You might consider growing potatoes or
squash.

I will have my office send a report and
my invoice.

Thank you.

Wakey, wakey, Beach Bunny. What the hell
do you think you're doing?

These are Henry's private papers.
They're irreplaceable.

Did you know Dad mixed a martini for
Winston Churchill?

He also danced a waltz with Amelia
Earhart in 1975.

Well, considering Amelia Earhart died in
the 1930s, that's a perfect example of

the type of exaggerator Uncle Henry was.

Want to know the real Uncle Henry? Not
the one you overactive imaginations

manufacturing. The real Henry Skinner.
was a man so afraid of committing to the

real world that he retreated from life
to drink and shag his way to a lonely

loveless end.

Everything I need to know about my dad
is right here.

It's right in front of me.

You know, and this place meant as much
to him as I believe it did.

You're worse than I thought for even
thinking about selling it.

I'll leave tomorrow.

Yes? Hello.

You working hard on the house?

Charlie. Yes.

Addison's daybreak. Really?

I hate to think of you toiling down
there all on your own. Well, we're

Charlie. Born to rule and sacrifice.

Yes.

Where are you?

I'm outside.

Wow.

Max?

my original estimate and shove it up my
arse. If I can't get you five million

for this baby, I'm in the wrong sport.
What?

Oh, dear.

Huh? This is a disaster.

Mr. Froggy Wine Man has just knocked a
million off our sale price. Oh, but, you

know, let's just go to plan two, right?
Just clog it as fast as we can for as

much as we can. And just keep in mind
that the vigneron's due slow. He stays

He's part of the deal. Okay, I'll do my
best. Right.

Max, so what's on the agenda for this
evening?

Steak frites, bottle of pasties, evening
game of bridge?

Charlie, Charlie, please. Real men don't
play bridge. And I have an obligatory

cultural activity in the village this
evening.

Can I come?

Will there be girls?

No and yes.

So you're leaving your best friend alone
in an eerie chateau on his first night?

Charlie. No.

I'm leaving you alone.

And you're not as alone as you think you
are.

You'll find a friend.

We thought you were dead.

Kenny, I've had the word that Monday's
auction is going to trade like a turd.

Oh, yeah?

A smart move would be to sell 20 -year
gilt short at, say, 99 .10.

Gregory. You sure?

It's risky as hell. It'd seriously put
off the market. Now, of course, I'm not

allowed to do the trading, Kenny, but
I'm sure that you'll share the credit

me when the bouquets are passed around.

Yes? All right, Max.

See you later.

Later.

Boss. Someone's shorting Monday's guilt
auction.

It's Skinner.

Not this time, you miserable sod.

Oi! Oi!

Get your hands on as much as you can!

I'm Charlie's friend, Max.

No, no, I'm Max's friend, Charlie.

Okay, Max's friend.

I need you to come up here and take a
look at my back.

Thanks.

Have I told you you're a virgin?

Oui, on the bottom of the pool when you
were picking at my skirt.

Gosh, guilty as charged. Sorry about
that.

Bonsoir. Bonsoir.

You look lovely.

You too?

Sectorial elegance by Henri.

Wow.

Le coin perdu?

I've never actually seen the bottle.

You've heard of it?

It's expensive.

Are you trying to seduce me, Max? Oh,
gosh.

No, of course not. Thought would never
even cross my mind. Not more than six or

ten times.

Right now, it's sort of the color of

ripe pomegranate.

Paul, could you look in the medicine
cabinet for some aloe,

aspirin, bucket of ice?

I'm Christy, by the way.

Charlie.

How do you do?

I love your accent.

Thanks.

La pendule fait tic -tac -tic -tic, les
oiseaux du lac pic -pac -tic -tic, glou

-glou -glou -glou -glou -glou -glou
-glou -glou -glou -glou -glou -glou

-glou -glou -glou -glou -glou -glou
-glou -glou -glou

-glou

-glou.

Something you should know about me, Max?

Yes.

I'm very, very choosy.

Well, I'm very, very honored.

I'm also very, very suspicious.

Very, very irrational.

And I have a very, very short temper.

I'm also extremely jealous and slow to
forgive.

Just so you know.

Well, this promises to be a lovely
evening.

I wouldn't go to Rome. It's quite
overcrowded.

And there's more tourists than pigeons.

We've got to go somewhere.

Maybe Venice.

You're thinking.

One false move, fall in the canal.

Sorry.

Run down by a gondolier.

Well, it's London.

It's quite a yoke, including your own
personal tour guide.

Moi.

Charlie.

concentrate. Sorry.

Alone at last.

You've been candid with me, so I should
be candid with you.

I'm famously callous, even to the point
of being insensitive.

And I have an absolute inability to
trust anyone.

The only person I ever loved was my
Uncle Henry, and I didn't contact him

the last ten years of his life.

He often expressed great sadness.

After all he taught you had been lost.

You knew him?

As a woman living here, it was
impossible not to know him.

Right.

He didn't by any chance ever get out the
Abmundo records and do the... Roomba?

No.

Thank you.

But of course I tried.

Well, you would, because he was
absolutely lovable.

Yes.

I can't for the life of me think of why
I've stopped going down here.

There are scorpions in my bedroom!

I must go to work.

Isn't that usually the man's line?

Do you know the reason why I spent the
night with you?

It is because once you have done what
you came here to do,

You will not return?

For there can be no future.

There is safety in that.

Well... There is absolutely nothing
stopping us from sitting at your

cafe in Notting Hill.

London definitely needs a decent bistro.

How typical.

To assume that I live in Provence
because I have no choice.

If only this place just doesn't suit my
life.

No, Max.

It is your life that doesn't suit this
place.

What happened to the diving board?

We did quite well, didn't we?

Yeah, I don't think we did too badly,
considering Onlog's report.

You know, Charlie, I think I'm in love.

I don't blame you, mate. She's a
goddess, even if she's your cousin.

What's Christy, you silly sod?

My, um... My obligatory cultural
activity is a girl.

Oh. A woman.

Tanisha now.

Oh, la, la.

I've been thinking. Perhaps I shouldn't
sell.

Max, I think at the moment your whole
body is covered in the eau de French

And when you have had a cold shower,
things will look a little bit different.

could keep it as a piater.

A weekender. Follow the house.

Can I remind you what happened when your
boss and mentor, a man you loved, took

his first holiday in 15 years?

I stole his job.

Exact.

Max Skinner doesn't do weekends. Max
Skinner doesn't take holidays.

Max Skinner... makes money.

So do what you do best, Max.

You're going to sell it.

You've got to sign it.

Why is he singing to him, Uncle Henry?

Well, you see, Max, the terroir needs
more than the summer rain.

It needs harmony.

It needs balance.

My whole life people laughed at me for
singing to the vines.

I explained that someday the vines would
sing back.

Here they finally have.

I don't know what you are doing.

What are you talking about?

Here. Le coin perdu.

It's not possible.

The analog said you couldn't even go...
No, no, no, no, no, no. The analog was

paid to say that.

He thought that if you believed that
Siroc had no value, you would leave

as they were.

Sort of the status quo.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Why didn't you trust me? Max, would you
trust you?

These vines, they are illegal.

Your uncle always intended to leave the
estate to you.

But he worried about what you had
become.

My nephew is selfish, he used to say.

How can I give this place to a man who
can't even appreciate the simple

pleasures of life?

So it was never written.

Alas, fate took him before he could
decide what to do.

I've already sold it.

And you have done.

The very thing your uncle feared you
with.

I sold his spirit to the highest bidder,
Max.

And betrayed the only man who ever cared
for me.

Here, Max.

Here was Penry's fuck you money.

This one.

Ah, well chosen.

It's not quite there yet.

Once you find something good, Max, you
have to take care of it.

You have to let it grow.

Christy?

What are you doing? You can't just
leave.

Sure I can.

Well, what about last night?

I nursed you through second -degree
burns.

You were sweet.

And I seriously damaged the ends of my
fingers.

Frostbitten. Like your heart.

Bye, Charlie.

Bye, Christy.

Are you headed?

Not exactly sure.

I brought you something.

Your book.

You didn't finish it.

Christy.

You do have his nose.

Au revoir.

Au revoir, Ken.

Dear Max, I know it's been many years
since we last spoke, but I find myself

a bit of a jam and I'm afraid I need
your help.

The thing is, Maxwell, boy, I'm dying.

I know this because Dr.

Kahn, my physician, has stopped talking
about my health and begun discussing the

weather.

Convinced that death, like all
tradesmen, would be unable to find my

And having always believed wills to be
written invitations to the Reaper, I

myself impelled to impress upon your
kindness.

I have a daughter.

Her name is Christy Roberts.

Sadly, we have never met.

Her mother's name was Allison.

She was a tour guide at a tiny vineyard
in Northern California.

Max, I should like you to find her.

And to this end, I should like to leave
her what is rightfully hers.

I hope this decision doesn't hurt your
feelings, and as successful as you are,

you don't need it.

I hope you understand.

Because for me, even in its present
state, Lassie Rock is a place of magic.

It is my heartfelt wish that Christy
should share in that magic.

I like to think of her here.

After all, she and Nessie Rock are all I
leave behind.

Your loving uncle.

Your loving uncle.

Henry Skinner.

Henry Skinner.

Il y a un petit wrinkle.

What do you mean? What sort of wrinkle?

Ah, Genghis, back from the dead. Just a
lovely time.

Do tell your mother I admire her taste.

Welcome back, boss.

Oh, I bet.

You wanker.

Kenneth, nice haircut.

You set me up.

Oh, dear boy, you haven't been fired in
my absence, have you? That's your order.

Did my nuts in in less than an hour.

Oh, didn't. That's unfortunate, dear
boy. Lost us six million quid.

Couldn't have anything to do with me,
Kenny. I was suspended.

You bastard!

Morning, lab rats.

Morning, Max.

Morning, Max.

Bonjour,

Jasmine.

Ça va?

Bonjour.

You look different.

Give me everything I need to read to
catch up. I'm on the express.

Max?

Sir Nigel's waiting for you.

Look at it now.

I'll be the heron.

Van Gogh.

I hope you've got a good lock on the
door, sir.

Don't be soft.

It's not real.

Real ones in my vault.

It's a copy.

Two hundred grand.

For a knock -off. Sick.

Art's a passion, Max.

You've got to have passions. I have
horses, cars, money.

Are they passions or vices, sir? Have I
finished talking?

When I finish talking, that's when you
talk, and it better be good.

While you've been on your little
holiday, I've been in a shitstorm.

Sir, I do appreciate that my actions may
have...

Caused some... Max!

You're one of the ballsiest traders in
the square mouth. But you've got to

there are consequences for your sort of
behaviour.

There it is.

You have one hour.

So, shall I back my smurfs?

Oh, Max, look after Madame Chanel's
daughter, Fanny, while I give her mother

tour of the estate.

But I really want to finish the last
chapter of Death in Venice.

Well, given the book's title, I don't
think you'll be surprised by the ending.

You'll be good, Fanny. Come now, Madame
Chanel.

There are many attractions here at
Placid Rock, beginning with the view,

seen from my bedroom.

It's a lot of zeros, Max.

Or a full partnership for life.

My choice.

Now, you listen to Mummy, Max.

Partner, you're made for life.

Sir Nigel didn't become partner till he
was 53 and look at you.

Yes.

Look at me.

Now, what's it to be? The money or your
life?

When do you ever see it, Nigel?

The real one.

When do you look at it?

Do you make late -night pilgrimages down
to the vault just to see it, or...?

What point are you making?

I think so.

Sure you don't need more time?

No, I know what I want.

Oh, sure.

So, what is it to be?

How's the soup?

The soup is finished.

Like my job.

The fish?

We've run out.

That's like me with excuses.

Don't waste my time. Choose something we
have.

I would like a lifetime spent with an
irrational and suspicious goddess.

Some short -tempered jealousy on the
side.

And a bottle of wine that tastes like a
glass that's never empty.

You remember why I whispered to you when
we were kids in the

pool.

And it seems that you do too.

Bien sûr.

But it was not until just now that I
recognized you, Max.

We want structure and color for the
wine. We need to stem from when we

It's going to kick in the ass. The wine
will taste like a rocket fuel. No way.

You are not just stemming those grapes.
All acids and tannins. Oh, you say acids

and tannins. Yes, acids and tannins. I
say flavor and cojones. You know,

Barolo's soup.

That's what's selling out there. That's
some whippy wine from Luveron.

Ah, Max.

Thank God you're here.

I will not work with this mad person.

Sorry, I never...

I love her, this woman. She's like
Henry, with a nice ass.

I can't deal with this guy, Max.

What is it with the French?

Oh, enough.

By the way, you were running low on
green ink, so I bought you some more.

You never know.

You might want to write a letter or
something.

Yes. Max, how's Christy?

How's the sale going, Charlie?

Apartments in this bracket shift in a
blink. I'm very confident of getting you

more than you paid for it. Bullshit,
Charlie.

If you don't give me a 40 % yield,
you'll drop the gig, sunshine.

You got me.

Max,

you do realize, of course, it's not
going to last down there, do you?

You don't say.

And as impossible as it may seem...

The very things that are so unique and
sexy now will soon be the dread of your

day -to -day existence.

And after a few months of eating and
drinking and sleeping, shagging, what

have you got to look forward to, eh?

Boredom.

I mean, what are you going to do, write
a book?

Hmm? Max, I'm your best friend, and I'm
telling you, you won't last.

We'll see about that, Charlie.

You know, that was Charlie on the phone.

Mes yeux sont bleus.

Les yeux sont magnifiques.

Mes lèvres sont pauvres.

Je suis fou de ta lèvre.

Actual rapper?

No, he's the rapper. I'm the manager.

I'm the sminder, by the way.

Jammer, for short.

One,

two, three, here's what happened.

Vintage.

We talk about you, we talk about you a
lot, and so many times, up to now, in

dreams, in our hearts, in our dreams, in
our dreams, in our dreams, in our

dreams, in our dreams, in our

dreams,

She puts you in a mirror What do we
need? A drink Let's drown ourselves

in all the bars When

we

dreamed, we spoke little Now you cause a
little There were kids, we were old

Le terminable métaboureur