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THE TASTING
Shit!
Taking the beta-blockers?
Yes.
What about your consumption?
I only drink top wines.
Quantity worries me more than quality.
Your heart valves are fragile.
Alcohol weakens them.
Doctor, wine isn't alcohol.
I checked.
I'm afraid it is, apparently.
- Yes, but... - No.
With "Graves" on a label, you could end up in one.
As a wine dealer, I drink for my job.
If it's torture, change trades.
We need a greengrocer.
Sell carrots and broccoli?
Why not?
You can't be serious.
You need to get serious.
Today was a warning, a very grave warning.
If my office hadn't been so close, who knows what might've happened.
You can't go on like this.
This colleague can help you.
Ok, but I won't go.
Finding your presence in my life
Holding a lamp that burns bright
Choosing trust in times of strife
Loving and loved in the dark night
Meeting your gaze when I doubt
- The body of Christ. - Amen.
The body of Christ.
Daughter...
The blood of Christ.
It's good!
It's a pity you won't cook on a Sunday now.
Mum, you always moaned it was too salty, too sweet...
True, you've never been a great cook.
The homeless say I am.
Great reference.
I never heard Amaury compliment you on a dish.
Stop, that wasn't the problem.
You need to move on.
It's been four years.
I know that, thanks.
But I worry.
Life is short.
You're no spring chicken.
I say it for your sake.
I'll be going. I'm beat.
You've hardly eaten.
I'm not hungry now.
We said we'd play Scrabble.
My seven letters.
A 50-point bonus.
That's 68. Note it down.
Bravo. Well played.
But I'm not done yet.
PENIS
I needed to stick it in.
Pardon me?
Hello.
What is this thing?
An employment plan for kids no one hires.
There's a reason no one does.
Yeah, but if they're never given a chance,
they'll never make it.
I won't be lumbered with some misfit.
We need a solution. I don't mean liquidation.
But it's drawing closer by the day.
I'll come back soon. Think it all over.
Right, I'll think it over. Goodbye.
Ma'am...
Yes? What do you need?
A very good bottle of wine, but I know nothing.
Well, with wine, you have three colours: red, white and rose.
I know that much.
But I'm not sure. Red or white?
Is it for a dinner?
Yes, absolutely.
Dinner or lunch, it was 50-50.
Unless you have a drop at breakfast.
I try to avoid that.
Me too. I try.
So what's on the menu?
It's likely to be meat.
Or fish.
All right...
Do you remember a wine that you appreciated recently?
No.
Oh, yes!
Last Sunday, my priest's communion wine.
It was wonderful.
Is it a Vatican drive to refill churches?
Perhaps.
I can text him to ask what it was.
Hallelujah, we're saved.
If your text message
doesn't get a transcendental reply,
try this Cigalus,
generous and aromatic, very well-balanced.
Or maybe
Chateau l'Hospitalet,
well-rounded and full with hints of spice and red fruits.
Is bio dynamic good?
Natural cycle, no pesticide.
However much you drink, no hangover.
That is good!
The best sales pitch ever.
Screw the environment, let's drink twice as much!
But which one do I choose?
Try this one. I have a bottle open.
It's a bit early.
Any time is a good time.
And I'll keep you company.
Just a drop then.
You do tasting sessions?
Rarely these days.
That's a pity.
I may do some again.
"Get drunk.
So as not to be time's martyred slaves,
get drunk and never rest!
On wine, on poetry, or on virtue,
as you wish."
Charles Baudelaire.
Thank you.
Oh, it is good.
Very flavoursome.
Father Benoit. A Nuits-Saint-Georges 2015.
No shit!
I have a 2017 Nuits-Saint-Georges, another good year, somewhere.
Somewhere, but where?
Here you go. 55 euros.
That's pretty steep.
The parish collection pays well.
A gift, no doubt. Father Be no it lives humbly.
Hello.
The Nuits-Saint-Georges?
All right, let's go crazy.
Your PIN.
It should make quite an impression.
A gift, I presume.
It's for a weekly dinner with the homeless.
You treat them well.
Welcome, you little marvel.
What a treasure.
You're so cute.
Beautiful.
Yes, you're looking at me.
You little darling.
May I have him back?
Yes, of course.
Careful...
I have a surprise for you.
What is it?
You wanted good wine.
A Nuits-Saint-Georges 2017.
Already open?
To breathe.
She's had a drop.
It's plonk, like.
Just a drop so we all share.
I want some too.
Like good old Saint George.
That's right.
- Finish that first. - You can mix it.
No, you can't mix it.
It all gets mixed inside.
- Where's it from? - St-Georges metro.
- Wine in Paris? - In Montmartre.
- In Montmartre? - It's famous too.
Wine in the city? Bullshit.
You wanted a good wine.
Pearls before swine.
Don't be silly. Come on.
Roger, please, for me.
I might get used to it.
Just a drop.
I can take his share.
Finish that first.
Ok, let's taste it.
- It's ok. - It's good!
I think it's fabulous. Roger, I insist.
No means no.
Yes, it's so mellow, it's like grape juice.
Not the same price though.
Gentlemen...
Your spoons. The best is to come.
What's the best?
Dessert.
What is it?
Tiramisu.
Excellent!
Excuse me.
Dr Valensi, please.
That's me. Jacques Dennemont?
Yes.
Welcome.
I thought we'd see each other alone.
No private consultations. Sit down, don't be afraid.
I'm not afraid.
But no thanks.
Nice and hot.
Nini!
Nini, I'm home.
Nini...
Had a good day?
Are you all right?
Shall I call a doctor?
No need. I know what he'll say.
Let's welcome Jacques.
Hello, Jacques.
I'm not an alcoholic.
I'm here as I have a heart problem and have to give up wine.
That's what we do here.
Ok, but I can go for three days without drinking, no problem.
When was the last time you did that?
The last time...
I don't remember.
So, can we say
you drink every day?
Yes, maybe, but only wine.
No hard liquor.
How much wine a day?
I've never counted.
Two glasses? Three?
Four glasses?
It can be a bottle.
And I can do more.
I mean, I'm a wine dealer so I only drink very good wines.
Organic.
But you're here because you want to quit.
I have no choice. My doctor says I'll die if not.
This is the place.
To die?
No.
To live.
I can't say I'm delighted to hire a misfit.
Employers are generally very pleased.
What can you offer me?
I've drawn up a shortlist.
Jordan, 23, a former drug addict who's doing much better.
What else?
Zora,
paraplegic after a road accident.
Highly motivated.
I'm afraid a wheelchair won't work in the store.
Your coffee...
Thank you.
Glass of white?
No.
- Really? - Not today.
Steve, rejected by foster families, living in a hostel...
Or we sell the Chateau Margaux in the safe.
It'd calm the tax inspector down.
I said I'll never sell it.
Hello there.
Hello.
Thanks for your advice. The homeless loved it.
Right, only natural.
Are you doing any tasting sessions?
Probably. I need to get organized.
Good, I'll stop by at the store.
Goodbye.
Let's focus. Where were we?
Here's the file.
What's this?
The state has financial and moral obligations,
but Steve has obligations too.
Meaning?
If he misses work, you must let me know.
I'm not a snitch or an overseer.
No, just his boss now.
- And the tax rebate? - End of the month.
If all goes well.
Goodbye, Mr Dennemont.
Steve...
Goodbye.
All right, you'll have two key tasks here:
restocking the shelves
but, above all, tidying and cleaning the store.
- Tidy all this? - Is it a problem?
No, sir, I'll tidy it all. But you'd be wise
to put me on sales.
I can talk the talk.
So I see, but you'd need to know wine.
You can't improvise.
- I've drunk wine before. - Well done.
So you're not forbidden alcohol on religious grounds?
No, I respect religions, but don't really practise one.
What do you know about wine?
White on red, fine for your head.
We'll say that's a good start.
- Red on white... - A sleepless night.
It's a bit more complicated.
And champagne, to party.
So where does champagne come from?
Saint-Tropez.
We've a way to go.
Start by emptying all this out.
Throw out the empty boxes.
Oh, right...
I'd love to, but I get claustrophobia.
I get spooked in cellars. I'm already freaking out.
Are you serious?
I swear, cellars are full of stuff.
Mice, bats, rats, raccoons...
Raccoons? Why not beavers too?
This cellar is clean.
Sorry, but this is a job for professionals.
I can't afford to pay anyone.
So tidy up or your internship ends now.
- Hello, young man. - Ma'am...
Hello.
Steve, carry on with the cellar, please,
but mind the raccoons.
Sure, sir. A ciggie break to pick me up
and I'll get to it.
Ma'am, my back's killing me with all these crates.
The joys of internship.
It's great what you're doing.
I'm not so sure.
Can I help you?
I stopped by to sign up for a tasting session.
- Right. - If there's one soon.
All right, let's see...
A diary from 20057
I recycle.
I change dates and days by hand.
That's clever.
I can do a tasting next Friday.
Friday? I'm free, but it's a holiday.
Maybe it wasn't in 2005,
but it is in 2021.
Indeed. How about Wednesday?
My African dance class.
Thursday, maybe?
I have choir practice, but I can skip it.
Great. Can you write down your number
so I can confirm?
I'd like another bottle of wine.
The same again?
No need for such a good one. It's for my mother.
Here.
This is very good.
It's on special offer.
Two for 20 euros.
I'll keep one then. If I give her both,
she'll end up in an awful state!
Hold on. If the second one is for you,
I suggest you take
this one.
Is it part of the offer? It's more expensive.
The difference is on me.
I can't accept...
You can, it's a goodwill gesture.
Has she gone?
She forgot her phone.
Yeah, she's gone.
Your tobacco smells of marijuana.
I know, sir, it's weird. I don't get it.
Can't you help a bit more tidying up?
I am helping. I'm totally into it.
You're joking, right? Every little task takes hours.
I work gently, sir. Wine is precious.
It's a pity. If you worked faster, you could help with customers.
Mop the floor, you mean.
That's degrading? I do it too.
I know people who do only that. It's not for me.
That'll do for today. You can go.
Hey, isn't it aperitif time?
It is, but I'm on water this evening.
- You're kidding. - No.
You're no fun.
I never was.
- Good evening. - We're closed.
A phone contains your whole life.
Leaving it in your store is a sign.
Her mind was elsewhere, that's all.
What's she like?
Very Catholic.
Pretty?
Potentially.
Uptight in a twinset?
C'mon, she's not Angela Merkel!
She'll come back for it.
Time to shift to second gear, pal.
I'm not shifting anything.
Scared of bombing?
Not at all. I don't care about her.
I'll leave the God-botherer to you.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I have too many cases on hold.
It's good.
I don't sleep well.
I wake in a sweat, shivering.
Full of anxiety.
Knots in my stomach.
It's an addiction.
It's physiological.
Beyond a certain point, the body demands alcohol
at any hour, day or night.
We've all been through it.
You too?
With me, it was port.
I didn't feel I was an alcoholic but...
I hit the port first thing.
You haven't relapsed?
No, I'm good.
But I'm hosting a tasting Thursday.
I'll have to taste the wines.
I'll spit, of course.
That's gonna be torture.
Sorry, it's me.
Yes?
Yes, I have it or I couldn't answer it.
Thanks. I was afraid I'd lost it again.
You didn't miss anything.
What?
Until your call, it never rang once.
All day and all evening.
No calls this morning either.
Good.
Nor any text or audio messages.
Some days, it never stops
and others are much calmer.
Not you?
Some days, it's calm non-stop for me.
Oh, Sidney Bechet!
Yes, it's for the decor.
The mood.
I love it.
Hello.
So, is the tasting confirmed?
Yes, on Thursday.
See you on Thursday...
Hortense.
Call me Hortense.
I'm Jacques.
See you Thursday...
Jacques.
You're gonna score!
Are you crazy?
C'mon, sir, I busted you.
No one busts me, I'm not breakable.
But I admit I often get smashed.
Smashed... Busted...
That line's prehistoric!
Carry on tidying the cellar, please.
"Hortense.
Call me Hortense."
"I'm Jacques."
Cut it out, ok!
- You saw the code? - No, sir.
- There's nothing to steal. - Chill.
Keep pushing!
Quick breaths.
I'll help you.
You're doing a great job!
Let's push together.
That's it.
Yes, the baby's here.
The baby's here. Here he is.
He's here.
The baby's here.
Do you get like this every time?
May I have him?
Yes.
I feel so ridiculous.
I need to change jobs. It's too tough.
Want to come to a wine tasting tonight?
Sorry, I can't.
But go anyway.
It'll do you good.
Good evening!
Good evening.
Am I late?
Not at all. Bang on time. Give me your coat.
I've had some cancellations, so there won't be many of us.
Just one more person.
I have your cheque.
There was no rush.
I may not be able to write it later.
It's a tasting, not a booze-up.
I soon get tipsy.
Sounds fun.
Good evening.
Hortense, meet Guillaume.
- From the bookstore. - A bad time?
Not at all. Guillaume, meet Hortense.
Delighted, miss.
Madam.
If I see no wedding ring, I say "miss".
No one says "miss" now.
Yes, it was banned in 2012.
True, but I think it's a pity.
Shall we start the tasting?
That's all we get?
Yes, the idea is to taste and spit after.
In the spittoon.
Steve, it's the wine you spit out.
My mouth tasted weird, ok!
Good then. Keep the taste buds clean.
Really?
A mint.
Fine. If you have catarrh, go for it.
No, I'm ok, thanks.
All right. Take your glasses.
I'll explain what we do.
Fuck, I didn't spit!
Steve, listen or we'll never manage it.
No one tastes it until I say so.
I'm a fast mover.
I'd say you can knock it back.
I'm not accusing you. I let it slide in.
Ok, a wine tasting always unfolds in three stages.
First, the visual aspect. You observe the wine.
Then, the olfactory dimension when you smell it.
And only after do you taste it.
Like with a woman.
Not really, no.
So, first step: look at the wine and observe it.
First, the shine.
A shine indicates acidity.
This is shining, right?
It has a fine glow. You want to taste it.
True, but try to be patient.
Next, intensity. A darker wine
is more concentrated. Finally, the colour.
A young white wine has green glints
that become golden as it ages.
This one isn't very old.
A good eye, Hortense.
Beautiful eyes, I'd say.
He doesn't waste time!
Can we focus on the wine, please?
Now, let's smell it.
Don't shake it. This is the first nose.
Go ahead.
If the wine is open, the aroma is strong.
With a closed wine to lay down, you won't smell much.
Hortense?
I hardly smell a thing.
Perfume can be a problem.
I used too much?
No, I didn't say that.
It smells nice, very fresh.
He's at it again!
Smell the wine, not my hair.
I can do both.
Ok, now we shake it to oxygenate it.
And we smell it a second time. Usually more powerful.
I smell vanilla.
No, not at all.
Hortense?
Musk.
Like a men's deodorant.
You may have moved too close to Guillaume.
Yes! He's moved closer to me.
Deodorant? No way, I only wear perfume.
I smell the canteen grapefruit
we cover with sugar.
Yes, grapefruit!
Yes, there's a hint of citrus.
Something like stone too?
Stone? Why not gravel?
He's right. There's a mineral note to it.
It's from a limestone range. Great sense of smell.
With my nose, no one flogs me crap weed.
Marvellous!
Right... Ok, now we can taste it.
Take just a small sip to hold in your mouth.
The first impression we have is the attack.
Let's attack!
You launched yours long ago.
You can drink it if you want.
So we can choose?
Yes, by popular request. Go on.
Just a sip.
Pass it under the tongue, over the gums...
Breathe in through the mouth,
out through the nose.
That's retronasal olfaction. It reveals new flavours.
Like this.
- Anyone spitting? - I won't waste it.
I swallow!
What I mean is, I wasn't brought up to spit...
With me, it isn't upbringing, I just wanna get wasted, like!
Thank you all for sharing.
So, what are your impressions?
For starters, I found it very good.
Can you be more precise?
The more it flowed over my tongue,
the fuller it became.
I could sort of feel it swelling in my mouth.
Any comments, Steve?
I picked up something...
fruity and flowery.
Absolutely, I'd say a hint of white flowers and vine peaches.
And the final impression?
We'd like another glass.
We have other bottles to try.
Anyway, this one was a Pouilly Fuissé 2015.
A Chardonnay grape.
Under the tongue.
Around the mouth.
I'd say a lot of flavour
with the attack.
And perhaps a hint of vanilla.
No, not at all.
I'd say what they put in Epiphany cake.
Absolutely.
There was a hint of almond.
You have a great palate, Steve.
I'm a real artist.
Let's get back to it.
A Bordeaux.
A Burgundy.
A Burgundy, of course.
No almond this time.
No.
Unlike Hortense's eyes.
Which are almond-shaped.
I don't think so, no.
Can't the Sunday Casanova give it a rest?
I'm sorry?
Got a problem, Vidal Sassoon?
What did that runt say?
He called me a runt?
Steve!
Who'd you call a runt?
Steve! Calm down, Steve!
You need to get back to the hostel.
Ok, I'm going.
Fuckhead!
What did he say?
Yes, time for bed, Steve!
He called me a runt!
It means a child, a kid. It's kind of affectionate.
No, it's like the C-word.
I'm gonna waste that fucker!
A midwife?
You see babies all day then.
That is the idea.
Do you have any children?
You're very nosy.
That means no.
Otherwise, I'd know their names, age and how many you have.
None of your business.
All right, where were we?
Ok, that was a Haut-Brion.
A grand cru classé.
I'm going, Jacques, it's wiser.
- Really? - No, I'll leave instead.
Everyone's leaving then.
I'm all right. I just slipped.
It was my heel.
I slipped.
I'd love you to host a tasting like that for the homeless.
They'd be very keen.
Why not?
All right... Jacques...
Well then...
Jacques...
Goodbye.
Need a ride?
There's room for two.
That's kind, but I'll walk.
Too bad.
Bye.
Are you ok?
- Will you be ok? - Fine, it was just the curve.
I took it too wide.
Are you sure?
Be careful though!
Sorry, I forgot my scarf.
I always forget things.
That's handy, I forgot your tasting gift.
We get a gift?
Always.
To keep practising at home.
It's important.
Fundamental.
A rose from the Rhone Valley.
Chateau For play...
You drink it as an aperitif.
Logical.
There's a bottle of red too.
Petite Fleur. Bechet's tune.
Yes, indeed.
Let's hear it.
Why not?
Do you dance?
Badly.
Do we really care?
I'll be going then.
Sir, some labels are coming loose with the damp.
Ever considered putting expensive wine labels
on really cheap bottles?
No, I don't do that.
I mean, no one would know.
I would. And you too.
At the tasting, you were the best, and by far.
- Really? - Yes.
Best by a nose.
A very good nose, and a good palate too.
Did it end late?
They left 10 minutes after you.
You didn't score?
You need to hold another tasting. No choice.
Take this crate to Dr Milmont, he's just around the corner.
Fucking hell...
Fuck...
Fuck!
Motherfucker!
My scooter?
It's at the store, chained up good.
You're not using it?
Not carrying this wine.
By the way, here you go.
Thanks for renting me it.
I don't drink.
So sell it on the Net.
Think I'm Mr eBay?
I'll do the ad. No more cash worries.
Don't do a thing.
Bring my wheels or your mum won't recognize you.
She never did, asshole!
Screw your life.
My wheels or you're dead meat!
Leave that.
Keep moving.
The guy's nuts.
After the grapes are pressed,
the juice is collected in these big vats
for an initial fermentation of around twenty days.
That's when the sugar turns into alcohol.
Fine, but don't we taste it?
It's planned, don't worry.
This is a lot of plonk.
In this room,
we have a very old wine press,
from the late 18th century.
It's a squirrel wheel wine press.
I'll show you how it gets its name.
You see this wheel? It worked like this.
There you go.
Does it still work?
Yes, it works, you can try it.
But he won't press you!
Right.
In these barrels, the wine is matured.
It's aged for a period of time, depending on the vintage.
Is the wood important?
Absolutely. But not as much as the grapes.
The first wine appeared 8000 years BC,
somewhere in Armenia.
Perhaps by chance.
Wild grapes macerated after being picked,
people drank the juice and found it good.
No kidding.
Yes, it's understandable.
Wine was produced with the development of agriculture.
The invention of pottery helped preserve it.
Natural fermentation was studied.
Back in those days, wine was a sign of civilization.
We're very civilized too nowadays.
I didn't wait 8000 years.
My mum put wine in my bottle as a baby.
It's true.
With your mug, we believe you.
Listen to Jacques.
Back to the tasting. Take your glasses.
Shake the wine slightly before smelling it.
Stick it under your nose...
That's it.
Nothing...
Roger's stink spoils it.
It's you stinking.
You can drink it now if you want.
Nice and slowly.
Meh...
Nice, full body.
- A drop more. - Just a drop.
Don't be greedy, Roger, share it.
Roger, me too.
Roger, Roger...
Thanks, Hortense.
Knights of the Round Table
Let's taste how good this wine is
Let's taste It, yes, yes, yes
Let's taste it, no, no, no
I didn't expect your call so soon.
Especially for a day like this.
I said I'd do it. The wine grower is a friend.
It was easy to set up.
And very kind too.
Could you drive me back?
The minibus is packed full.
Sure...
Are you free after?
Not this evening.
You have something on?
Yes, indeed.
That's a pity. I had a surprise, to thank you.
I got tickets for a world music show at the Manufacture.
Sorry, I can't.
Never mind.
I have tickets so I'll go anyway.
Can't you invite someone else?
I don't really feel like inviting someone else.
- Coffee? - I wouldn't say no.
Do you have Japanese green tea?
No, but I have French red wine.
No, I prefer coffee.
I won't insist.
I shouldn't say this as you could get big-headed,
but I had a really amazing night.
Have a good day.
You too.
Someone had a good tasting!
That'll do, Steve.
I swear, this is so cool!
- See you soon. - Yes.
Goodbye.
Well played!
I kept telling you you'd fall in love.
So... Never?
Actually, yes.
Thank you.
The groom cancelled our wedding the week before.
Shit.
Sorry. Thank you.
He had a good reason?
He changed his mind.
That's a good reason.
The best, I agree.
But imagine the mess. The guests, the caterer, the priest...
People hate last-minute cancellations.
Were you ever married?
Yes, long ago.
- What happened? - The usual.
She met a guy and left with him.
Easier without children.
I'm drinking alone.
I can't have a whole bottle.
Getting me drunk to take me home?
Why not?
That won't be possible.
It's my place tonight.
It's silly, but I feel like I've known you for ages.
You do?
So I'm getting carried away.
No.
Can I just say I feel good with you?
Yes, you can say that.
And it's mutual.
- You said that to make me happy? - No.
That makes me even happier than if you did.
I'm not sure I understand.
Never mind.
I'll be right back.
Down the hallway, left, right, left.
Thanks.
Right...
Left...
The other left.
Sorry.
It's ok.
The thing is...
I never know right from left.
It's handy, I needed to tell you...
I'm soon going back to a clinic in Maradeés, in Spain.
To try ART again.
All right.
To have a baby alone?
Yes, it's the 21st century.
I took the decision
because my love life had reached a dead end.
And I really want a child before it's too late.
It may seem selfish,
crazy, morally dubious...
Everyone has an opinion, but it's vital for me.
You find that pathetic?
It's not very catholic.
I know.
I haven't told my priest, definitely not.
Or my mother. She's very religious. It's not easy.
Why not do it in France, now you can?
I have frozen eggs in Spain.
It'd take too much time and money to change.
And so...
you'll be using a Spanish sperm bank?
Got a problem with Spanish sperm?
No, far from it.
Far from it... I say that, but I have no idea.
I don't really know...
los spermatozoidos.
The word is espermatozoides.
Perfect.
Why do you ask?
Want to replace the donor?
Not at all, no.
Sorry, I'm rambling.
It'd be rushing things.
Of course. Forgive me, I'm talking nonsense.
I've never met the right person,
so I want it to go fast.
A little too fast.
The clock's ticking at my age,
like a sword of Damocles over me.
And I dream of having a child.
A little boy or a little girl.
And, even with just two of us, her or him and me,
we'd be a family.
But starting a relationship with a woman
who's off to attempt ART is far from ideal.
I have to open the store.
You say nothing?
There is nothing to say.
It's your life, your decision. I respect that completely.
Don't worry.
See you.
See the deposit on the glass?
Yes.
We say those are the tears of a wine,
that they reflect its soul.
You mean wine has a soul?
Is this one off to hell or heaven?
The more tears, the higher the alcohol content.
Logical, the sadder you are, the more you wanna get wasted.
Another tasting!
- Not answering? - That's my business.
Sorry, sir.
Hello.
Hello, doctor.
I'm glad to see you're following my advice.
When life is too grey, a drop of red can help.
A drop of greenery is better.
- Have a drop of this. - No thanks.
- Are you sure? - Really.
A Haut-Brion...
Just a quick drop then.
There. Perfect.
Wonderful.
I'm not worried,
but I haven't had that wine I ordered.
I delivered it. I left it at your door.
You mean the street door?
I was scared to come in.
A doctor might find a disease I didn't know I had.
If it reassures you, we don't examine every delivery guy.
So you left 300 euros of wine on the street?
I took that risk.
A risk out of my pocket.
Good job I have some left. We'll deliver it later.
That's kind, Jacques, but I'll take it now.
I prefer that.
Gentlemen, goodbye.
Bye.
Great choice.
Why don't you answer my calls?
I left loads of messages.
Sorry, I was going to call back.
Tell me, if you're against ART.
I don't even know if I'm for or against.
I just need a little time to take it all in.
All right...
You'll vanish without a trace.
No, not at all.
I'd hate it to change things. It's not easy,
but can we try to keep things as they are?
There's no guarantee ART will work.
You're not hoping it'll fail.
You don't like children?
I do, but I'm no good with them.
You won't need to be.
You won't be a father, or a stepfather,
or have to live with me. I'll ask nothing.
I just don't want to split up.
Are you scared?
No. Scared of what?
Hello.
Sorry, I have to work.
Of course.
I'll be going.
You'll call me?
Tonight, I promise.
Not a word from you!
No new messages.
Main menu. To alter your...
This is Jacques. Leave a message and I'll call you.
Listen, don't bother calling me.
I get the message.
And through the firmament
Your star-strewn cloak
And through Brother Sun
I want to cry out, Oh Lord
You are so great, you are so beautiful
Living God, almighty God
God who is present
Throughout all creation
You're off on the 15th again?
Mum, I told you that.
I'll spend another Sunday alone.
It's a midwives' seminar. I have to go.
But why do you have it in Spain?
Spain was one of the first EU nations to legalize ART.
Not their best idea ever.
Mum, stop it...
You don't realize, doing abortions at work.
Mum, it's a woman's right to choose, whatever her social class.
Unwanted pregnancies were hell. You're 40 years out of date.
If the law had been the same 40 years ago,
you might not be here.
Are you for or against abortion?
I'm sick of hearing I was an accident,
that Dad left "cause of me. He left 'cause you're unbearable.
Always complaining, never happy.
I came to bring joy.
But you don't know what joy is!
You're sour as an old pickle!
Is the meltdown over?
Yes, it's over.
Let's play Scrabble.
Mum?
I'll have dinner here.
I emptied my fridge to go away.
Nice and hot.
Mum?
Mum...
Mum, wake up, please.
Mum, wake up, please!
Mum, wake up, please...
My mother... She's unconscious...
Yes.
We did all we could to save her, but it was too late.
The death certificate...
She was holding some Scrabble letters.
Here they are.
She loved Scrabble.
Will you be ok?
Goodbye, ma'am.
Daniéle was always so generous,
so kind.
How could we know the Lord would summon her so rapidly?
Now,
you may make a final gesture
or leave a rose.
Did she believe in heaven?
Yes.
So, for her, the best is to come.
Be strong.
Thank you for coming.
I'm very touched.
Is the Spanish clinic on stand-by?
Yes, it was too much emotionally.
Your mother's sudden death is a blow,
but it eases your burden, right?
I don't know.
I don't want to do the scans and give birth alone.
You won't be alone.
I'll be there, at every step.
100% with you.
You're so sweet.
What is it?
Something wrong?
No, I'm ok.
You shouldn't have come in.
It's better than moping all alone at home
All the best.
SORRY
Thank you.
It's good to see you.
How are you?
I should be asking you that.
I'm ok, I keep going.
Thanks for coming to the funeral.
It's only natural.
You had something to tell me?
After the burial, I saw you from afar standing at a grave.
You followed me? You spy on me?
Not at all. I just took a walk
around the cemetery.
You lost someone close too?
None of your business.
You've come into my life and I into yours.
It affects us both.
No, no one has come into anyone else's life.
You're going?
I need some air.
We're having a conversation.
Not a conversation, an interrogation.
Hortense, what a nice surprise.
Can I help you?
Perhaps...
Sorry to ask this,
but I can't ask anyone else.
He's a widower, is that it?
It's not for me to tell you.
I know, but he's so odd.
Whenever I ask, he just clams up.
I don't want our story to end so soon.
It made local headlines at the time.
So it's not a secret.
Jacques had a real tragedy.
Around 15 years ago.
He was bringing his son back from his in-laws'.
He'd driven all night.
Without a break, so he could open the store on time.
At around 6 AM, the sun was rising.
And 30 km from here, when he was almost home,
he dozed off at the wheel.
Jacques only had three broken ribs, but his son
was ejected from his seat
and he died instantly.
His marriage never recovered.
She met someone else and moved back down south.
Brouilly 2016.
Incredible. Brouilly 2016.
Same again or another wine?
Another.
An angel rests here
How dare she put a rose
on my son's grave?
Sure it was her?
Of course it was!
Then she didn't do it to hurt you.
On the contrary.
Did you tell her?
No. What are you thinking?
Do I meddle in her life?
She's just in love with you.
Sure, to dump a kid on me.
No, she's going to have her kid on her own.
I can't take care of a kid.
I can't even look at one.
So you'll never see her again?
Jacques...
What's wrong, sir?
Talk to me!
Come on, Jacques!
Don't give up. Stay with us!
Can you hear me? Open your eyes.
I saw the cardiologist.
You can go home.
Feel any pain?
No, I'm fine, but the pain was hell when it happened.
I'm told it really hurts.
I truly thought I'd had it.
One thing's sure: I'll never drink another drop.
That's great news for your valves.
Your heart's beating normally. Good.
Want to listen?
What for?
No reason, just to try.
It's beating fast.
That's normal. You have a rapid pulse.
I'll fetch you this afternoon.
Yes, all right, thank you. Hold on...
Your stethoscope.
Keep it, it's a gift.
Thanks, but I can't use it.
You can. Listen to your heart more often.
This, ma'am, is a Chablis that stole its aroma
from the succulent sun-drenched grapes
lining the famous Canal du Midi.
Not the Burgundy Canal?
Same difference. All rivers run to the sea.
Maybe not the same sea, but why not. I'll try it.
Follow me, you won't regret it.
- Contactless payment? - Please.
Go ahead.
I'll put it in a bag for you.
- Here you go. - Thank you. Bye.
How's it going, bro?
Cool.
The boss isn't here?
No, but he'll be back.
Time to refund my scooter.
Forget it, the till's empty.
Yeah?
So find a solution.
Don't worry, bro, I'm on it. It just takes time.
Ok, it takes time.
What the hell?
What are you doing?
Can't you tell?
Cut it out!
When I'm stiffed, I get clumsy.
Goodbye. Thank you.
What the hell?
No...
I don't believe it.
Fuck!
The little bastard took my bottle of Chateau Margaux!
Don't overreact. At least you're better.
Screw overreacting.
Is this how that little jerk thanks me?
Calm down. You'll go into cardiac arrest. Sit.
Come on, sit.
Your wrist.
Your pulse is going like the clappers, that's bad.
- Breathe. - I am breathing.
Calm down.
Remember, he saved your life.
You know... Chateau Margaux...
I have a bottle.
An exceptional vintage. '59.
Really?
One day, when we're very old,
we'll drink it together.
A little glass...
Chateau Margaux.
There, the pulse is much slower now.
What year was yours?
The year Maxime was born.
I'm sorry.
Ok, I promised my doctor
I'd stay calm, so I will.
But my missing Chateau Margaux is the last straw.
I'm simply gutted.
He was so motivated.
He wanted to train as a sommelier.
- Did he tell you? - No, he didn't.
Will you press charges for theft?
With a police record, it'll be hard to fund his course.
Hello, sir.
Hello.
Wanna lay into me?
You said it.
Sorry about the damage.
I have good news.
Your Chateau Margaux...
I steamed off the label to stick on a cheap bottle.
I gave Kevin that one.
So where's my bottle?
In your cellar, with no label.
A label's no big deal.
It is actually. I can never sell it.
But you can drink it.
It'll taste the same.
Great game.
Wanna play?
You want to train as a sommelier?
I told her that so I could stay here
and she'd think my internship
was some use.
I'm sure you could succeed.
And be the best wine-taster?
Sommelier is a fine trade.
You have amazing skills and don't realize.
No, I don't. Anyway, you'll press charges.
Who says I will?
They'll never want me.
That world doesn't exist.
It does if you believe in it.
Ok, no more lectures.
You're thinking, "Who is this guy? He's not my dad."
Good evening.
Good to see you.
I was passing by and thought I'd drop off a bottle.
That's cool.
- It should be good. - Let's try it.
Let it breathe first.
That's very kind.
What about Hortense?
Is she still in Spain?
I don't know.
We don't either. She was due back by now.
Eat and drink with us.
I have to go, thanks.
That's a pity.
Good night.
Goodbye.
Jacques?
Hello, Hortense.
Hello.
Is this a bad time?
No, I'm listening.
It's nothing, 1...
I wanted to know how you are.
Ah, ok. Well, I'm fine, thank you.
| also wanted to apologize
for the other day.
That's kind, but it's ok, it's over now.
I'm really sorry.
We didn't meet at the right time.
No, we didn't meet at the right time.
I was listening to Petite Fleur and...
it made me think of you.
Hold on, I'll turn it up a bit.
Where are you?
Waiting for you.
Waiting for me?
I'm downstairs.
Downstairs?
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