All language subtitles for Drops.of.God.S01E06

We are three days before the contest,

but we still have nothing.

I'm sure we are on the wrong track.

We need to think this over from the start,

and the start is Fede Galizia,
the painter from Milan.

So, I'm going to go over there,

and maybe, I'll be able to find
that link my father's talking about.

But my Italian is crap,
so I want to take Lorenzo with me.

If that's okay with you?

Yeah.

Great. Then we leave tonight.

- Perhaps I should go too--
- No.

Did you really have to rent a car
like this?

Yes.

Beautiful.

Yes.

I love this painting.

It evokes simplicity and sensuality to me.

So modest. Look at the details.

It's so great to see it for real.

I've done some research,
but I didn't find much on its backstory.

- I heard you're an expert on--
- Of Italian painting.

Vast subject.

But my students are waiting for me,
and I hate being late,

so please follow me.

The great Caravaggio used to say, provocatively,

"A good painting of flowers requires
as much care as one of people."

He was a visionary.

He understood long before we did,
how insignificant man is

in relation to the new dimensions
of the universe.

You know, they often talk
about the Dutch school,

but Italian painters had
a huge influence in that period.

And they're barely just starting
to realize that--

If you don't like my explanation,
you can read Wikipedia.

Apparently, you can learn
lots of things there.

Sorry, Professor!
You're really fascinating.

It's just that we don't have much time.

Yeah. Please,

I really need to know as much as I can
about Fede's painting.

It's very important to me.

Well, first, it's not Fede's painting.

What do you mean?

It's Fede and Nunzio's painting.

Her father.

Nunzio Galizia passed on
everything he knew about art

to his daughter.

You know, at that time,
women were kept away from the arts,

but Nunzio saw that
his daughter had a rare talent,

and it didn't worry him that
she might be more talented than him.

Very few people know this,

but they combined their talents

and worked together
on that special painting,

in their family house.

And where is this house?

In Besenello,
just a few kilometers from here.

I've managed to get us a room
in the guest house.

A good one?

Best in the village.

How do you know?

It's the only one there.

Greetings.

Are you the owner?

We made a reservation.

Lorenzo Inglese and Camille Léger.

Follow me.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

There's just one bed?

It's my last free room.

- But--
- I serve dinner at 7:30 p.m.

on the terrazza.

Be on time.

And please move your car.

It's blocking the path, and the view.

Oh, sorry, but--

Where can we find Nunzio Galizia's house?

- We'd like to visit it.
- Oh, Nunzio's place.

Fascinating, and lots to learn.

I'll write you the address.

Thank you.

Thank you.

HOUSE WHERE NUNZIO GALIZIA
BORN 1550

ITALIAN PAINTER AND PORTRAITIST
LIVED DURING HIS YOUTH

What do you want?

- Good morning, ma'am.
- Good morning.

Is this your house?

Yes.

We came for a visit.

To visit what?

It's not for sale.

No, we want to see the house of Nunzio.

- No, no, no, no.
- Ma'am. Nunzio Galizia.

She did that on purpose.

- Who?
- The woman, from the guesthouse.

She's totally fucking with us.

That bitch.

Hey!

So, what do we do now?

We try all the wines they make
in the village.

In 24 hours?
This place is full of winemakers.

And do you have a better idea?

Hirokazu? You're back?

What are you doing here?

Have you heard from your father?

Which one?

The one who's dead
or the one who's disappeared?

I don't know what you are talking about.

Just tell me the truth for once.

Mother.

But tell you what?

Fine. You've made your choice.

What are you doing?

I don't need your help anymore.

The DNA won't lie.

Give that back. I said, give that back!

Why are you so upset? It's just a comb.

If you do that,

it will ruin
the Tomine family's reputation.

We will all be destroyed.

Don't you understand?

Here,

I don't need it anymore.

Hello.

We're sommeliers
from a restaurant in Tokyo.

We'd like to taste your wines.
Is it possible?

I'm in the middle
of the vinification process.

I work only with my wife and son.

Can you come back in a few days?

Okay, thanks.

You're welcome.

- Hello.
- Hello.

We're a famous restaurant in Tokyo,

and we would like to taste your wine, please.

We're not a tourist attraction.

If you want to drink,
Trento has lots of bars,

and there's a grocery store
at the end of the road.

Tokyo!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- We heard you--
- We'd like to--

Go away.

Sir, please--

We'll never be able to try all the wines.

Doesn't look like we'll be able
to try any wine.

Peaches, jasmine, quince.

Let's focus on the white wines mentioned
in my dad's guide.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

And thank you for the tip.

We visited Nunzio's house.

It was so

instructive.

Anytime.

What the fuck is her problem?

- Excuse me, ma'am?
- Don't.

Anything to drink?

Other than water, I mean.

So,

Trentino is well known for its reds,
but according to my dad,

it's actually the whites
that are amazing here.

I found around ten in the guide.

If he liked it so much,
it's got to be one of them.

What's that?

My personal production.

I'll take the left side.

And don't worry,
I won't jump on you during the night,

because I'm not--

Thomas,

my love.

Shut up.

Who are you writing to?

- No one.
- What's with all the hearts?

Drop it.

Miyabi?

She's just catching up.

She would have liked to see all this,
you know?

She's never been to Europe.

You're such a devoted friend.

Shut up.

Or I'll call--

Thomas,

my love.

Stop it!

You should get some rest.

That's what holidays are for.

It's not really a holiday.

- My father just died.
- I know.

I read in the papers.

I kept following your duel
from a distance.

Another fine idea of your father's.

You knew him.

He came here several times for his guide.

My father and him--

They never agreed on anything.

Your dad, he--

He left us.

Two months ago.

That's why I'm wearing black.

Not to pick up the

macho tradition,

but to let the people know
that I don't feel good inside.

I think you understand that.

Honestly, not really.

May I see the famous painting?

Here.

Peaches, jasmine, and quince.

Not really a common blend for this area.

Traditionally, we produce reds.

White wine are quite rare around here.

I know.

But I'm sure it's from here.

Then you'll find it.

Tomorrow is my last chance.

But I need to convince the winemakers
to let me try their wine.

And that's not going to be easy.

Your dad never had this problem.

Winemakers here feared him so much

they would pull out the red carpets
for him.

Listen,

people here are tough,
but they're not mean.

If you insist,

they will feel touched
by your persistence,

and the doors will open.

I'm sure they will.

To our fathers.

To our fathers.

So, you'll buy me anything I want tonight?

You wanted to see me?

I have some good news.

There's some progress
on your father's case.

He's alive.

Good.

Someone saw him
in a snack bar near Kasumigaura.

Let me investigate further.

It might not seem like much,
but there could be a lead to find him.

What's going on?

I don't know.

It's complicated.

Just take your time.

You wanted a big scoop.

Stop saying that.

You just found out a dark secret,

and I'm the first person
you've shared this with.

So either you're very stupid
or you know you can trust me.

I know you're not stupid,

so stop worrying about nothing.

It would be better to
stop looking for him.

It's up to you.

I've always known
what I've wanted in life.

I also always thought I knew who I was.

But right now, I feel lost.

Hirokazu is not my biological father
and he never told me.

My real father is a French man

who taught me
everything about wine for many years.

We only talked about wine
and nothing more.

He knew I was his son

but we never spoke
about anything intimate or personal.

Now that I think about it,

I've never seen Alexandre's smile.

I'm totally lost.

I don't care about
the competition anymore.

I'm making dinner for myself.

Would you like to join me?

Nice. Where do you live?

Over there.

That famous spoiled kid can cook?

Now here's a scoop.

I thought you had servants who did
everything for you while you do nothing.

You know, I was brought up the hard way.

I'm serious.

My mother is very harsh.

I'm proud of my father.
He endured her for so many years.

Because of him, I also endured her.

I was afraid they would divorce,
that it would break him.

Anyway, she is a woman
who only thinks of herself.

I see.

But her lies protected you.

Protected me? From what?

Other people's judgment.

Your mother didn't want you
to be rejected by other people.

Maybe that's why she lied to you
about your origins.

And you don't look
like you're half-French.

I would imagine that
in your highly conservative family,

it would have been a total scandal.

Can you imagine your grandfather's face?

Why?

Can you guess?

What do you want again?

We need to make a big order
for the restaurant.

And we'd really like to taste your wine.

I already told you, I don't have time.
We don't do tastings for tourists!

We're not tourists.

Who are you then?

He's asking who we are.

The Léger Guide.

I'm Camille Léger.

You probably have heard that
my father, Alexandre, just died.

I'm taking over.

I'm preparing the next edition,
which will come out in spring.

Of course, if you don't want to be in it,
that's fine.

- Okay. Let's go, Lorenzo.
- Bye.

Wait!

That's the only white.

People have been fighting over it.

They produce barely 1,000 bottles.

Of course, you have to
imagine it once lightly filtered.

But it can give us an idea, Miss Léger.

It's a rare blend.

I've never tasted this before.

It's mastered.

Balanced.

Subtle, but complex and--

Lingering.

We are in an old terroir.

Very old.

Ancient.

You get to feel nostalgic,
but not sad, no.

It actually makes you happy.

It's reassuring.

Solid.

Powerful.

Thank you.

It's a great wine.

Wow.

Flowery.

This touch of jasmine.

Okay, let's go.

Thank you very much.

- Thank you.
- You're going already? All right.

Hey, Tokyo!

What?

- Do you want my business card?
- Of course.

- Okay.
- Sure, we will contact you. I promise.

- Okay! Goodbye, Tokyo!
- Thank you. See you soon!

You're overdoing it, Lorenzo.
That's not nice.

What? I was serious. The wine was great.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hello.

So, have you tasted any wine?

A lot, actually.

There was peach. Sometimes jasmine.

Sometimes quince,
but never all three at the same time.

I told you, people are nice here.

Yeah.
All we had to do was mention the guide.

You should have seen their faces.

Oh, stop. There is nothing to be proud of.

The Léger name
really freaks everyone out here.

Can we have some of your wine, please?

No, there is no wine for you.

My wine is modest.
It doesn't pretend to be what it isn't.

You know, sometimes
there are good harvests, sometimes bad.

There are even years in which
I don't make any wine, but I don't cheat.

Me, all the powerful, I'm not interested.

And speaking of all-powerful,

do you think it's funny
to scare the winemakers?

I think you're exaggerating.

You want me to tell you

how many went bankrupt
because of a bad rating on the guide?

Or how many got depressed
and never recovered?

You want names? I have some.

Dozens. Only in this region.

Last night I thought you were different
from your father, but I was wrong.

Hello?

I'm so sorry that I told you to leave.

I didn't mean it. It was stupid
and immature. Please forgive me.

Okay.

Did you find the wine from the painting?

No.

We're going back to Tokyo tonight,
and I still haven't found anything.

Nothing at all.

Don't worry, I'm sure Issei
doesn't have anything either.

Yeah, I doubt it.

Is he in Italy right now? Did you see him?

No.

Well, he won't find it then.

I have to go. My father is waiting for me.

And you? You're okay?

Yeah. I'm good. Goodbye.

Hello!

Hello.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry.

- So you are really Alexandre's daughter?
- Yes.

You don't look like him.

I will take that as a compliment.

So, I put some wines here.

I suggest we start with
a Müller-Thurgau, full-on fruit.

Very well.

- You're staying at Elisabetta's hostel?
- Yes.

Yeah. Yes. Lucky us.

Quite a woman, right?

Yes. She's a bit-- You know.

A bit character.
She has quite a character.

That's good. I like a bit of character.

But in her family,
they are all a bit out there.

Piero Fossati. Did you know him?

- No.
- Her father. He was a winemaker.

He was one of the main sellers
in the region.

But overnight, he sold half of his land
and took up biodynamic farming.

First thing,
he started to limit chemical substances.

Then, he sowed barley and peas
to improve the soil.

Ascending moon, descending moon...

the movement of the planets to put
the wine in barrels or to pour it out,

pruning on such a day, but not another.

He had also invented a concoction
made with cow horn and cow dung.

It was the '80s?
So it was not as fashionable as nowadays.

You had to be a little nuts.

And well, it went pretty far.

They say he would play music
to his grapes.

Well, I say music.
It didn't really sound like much,

but the vibrations resonated with life.

So, he barely sold anything.

But his daughter had always supported him.

She was his best ally.

Father and daughter,
they were inseparable.

How do you find this wine?

Excuse me, but we have to leave.

Shall I wait for you?

Elisabetta!

Elisabetta!

Yes, I'm here.

We'd really like to taste your table wine.

I can't find the right words.

There is everything in this wine.

At first nose you get the ink,

the spices, the leather,
the toasted wood, but then...

You get a glimpse of what
it will become 20 years from now.

It's like being told a tale of a life
in a split second.

This wine was made with
so much love and honesty.

It's family,

legacy,

a sacred bond.

I understand why my father chose it.

This is a vintage you made
with your father.

With four hands.

That's the last one we made together.

After that he got sick,
and I had to continue alone.

It's a red, Camille.

There's no quince, jasmine, or peach.

We were wrong.

It's not the fruits on the painting.
It's the story behind it.

The father-daughter connection.

Your father wanted this wine
into his guide. But we refused it.

I thought he was a manipulator.

But he really respected and recognized
our work, our ethic.

I was wrong about him.

Alexandre Léger

Alexandre Léger

Good morning.

Good morning.

Thank you.

You seem very relaxed

for someone about to compete
for his inheritance in just a few hours.

Are you ready to win?

Not at all.

I don't have a clue.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

So, you are not writing anything?

What should I write then?

Just the name of the correct wine.

Casa dei Fossati.

What's she doing here?

Do you think they're together?

He is going down.

It doesn't look like anyone
told him that yet.

You go, girl!

As you can see, I have in front of me

the bottle of wine that
Alexandre Léger chose for this test.

It is Casa dei Fossati.

Miss Léger,
you have given the correct answer.

Mr. Tomine,
you have also given the correct answer.

What? No. That's not possible.

He never even went to Italy.

- I'm not done yet.
- He's cheating.

I was there. He was not.

- I didn't cheat.
- I'm not done yet.

Thank you. I was saying, Mr. Tomine,

you also gave the correct answer--

But you crossed it out. Do we agree?

Yes.

Miss Léger has, therefore, won the test.

I now have to tell you what follows.

You have each won one round,
so you're tied.

The third test will therefore be decisive.

Please prepare your passports.
I will contact you very soon.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

You can keep it if you like.

I'm sure, since he told me so,

that this wine had great
sentimental value for Alexandre Léger.

Do you know why?

Unfortunately not. He never told me.

And I'm afraid that we'll never know.

I hate him.

- He won?
- No, I won.

What?

Wait.

Congratulations. You won, right?

No.

What?

You lost a fortune.

What's bothering you?

I didn't deserve to win.

And I shouldn't have written the answer
and then crossed it out.

It's like losing on purpose to a child,
just to make him happy.

I spoiled her victory, and she now thinks
I'm an arrogant bastard.

You don't want your "little sister"
to hate you.

It might be that.

I should have left it blank.

I was carried away by my ego.

What?

You're weird.

Why did he do that?

I don't know.
Maybe he likes to play with you.

You know? Like cats play with mouse
before they kill them.

He did it for fun?

Maybe.

I really hate this guy.

I just got to make a phone call.
You go ahead. I'll catch up with you.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hey.

Camille? Are you okay?

Yes...

I won.

I found the right wine.

Great!

I can't talk very loud, but it's great.

Sorry, I just wanted
to share this with someone.

And I didn't know who to call.

You did the right thing.
I'm happy for you.

Really.

I'm proud of you.

It's silly, right?

By the way,
I decided to not take over the guide.

It's too much responsibility.

You were right.

Did you tell Luca?

Not yet.

Okay.

Everything's okay?

Yes. Yes, I'm coming, it's--
It's from Japan.

Japan?

Okay.

Sorry, I'll let you sleep. Good night.

Shit!

Hey.

No, our heroine has returned!

Camille!

You keep amazing me. Well done.

Listen, just one test left, only one.
Everything is possible.

Lorenzo told you?

The cat and mouse. That's all bullshit.

When I met you,
you were completely useless.

Now, from an ugly painting
of rotten fruits,

you've managed to track down
a wine from Trentino

that no one has ever heard of.

So, believe me. You are no mouse.

So, did you give my proposal
any more thought?

- Yeah.
- I'm listening.

When we were in Italy,
I used the guide to open doors.

Good.

But what I saw was fear in people's eyes,
and I hated that.

My whole life I've had trouble
making decisions.

And now you ask me to decide the future
of people I don't even know.

I don't want to be that person.
I don't want people to be scared of me.

I understand.

It's a lot of responsibility,

but don't worry, you will have
a team that you can rely on.

I'll be there too.

I'm not cut out for that, Luca.

Come on. If you're not cut out for that,
then no one is.

I knew that this conversation with you
would be difficult.

Listen,

this trip to Italy really opened my eyes.

I felt closer to my father.

Like this test. They're not just tests.

Alexandre knew what he was doing.

Yes, but I need to make my own way.

I'm not going to
take over the guide, Luca.

I've made up my mind.

Please understand that.

You only need some time. It's normal.

Luca, I won't change my mind. It's a "no".

You know, if you refuse,
the guide will die.

No, that's not true.

Your father's last wishes--

I know, Luca. Stop. Please stop using him.

I'm very grateful
for everything you did for me,

but let's just leave it like that. Okay?

Of course, Camille.

Leave it like that.

I was told not to bet on you.

I should have listened.

Okay,

this is what's going to happen.

There will be a third test,
and you'll lose.

It's not a hypothesis, it's a statement.
I'll make sure of it.

You're going to miss out
on the inheritance.

You'll be the one
who was not up to her father

and got thrashed by a fucking Japanese.

Go back to your mommy
and carry on with your life.

I'm wasting my time with you.

Get out of here.

Get out!