A Good Year Page #2
I need to do
a few victory laps
around the city,
show off a little bit,
have a late night or two.
Oh, come on,
you heard the mail-
it's times like this,
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.
- Mm.
Why don't you go
and try and find
I know, find a poodle and
punt it off the balcony.
Hmm?
- Tell me something, Max.
- Yes?
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 a**hole.
Okay.
Max!
- Hello, how are you?
- How are you?
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
I'm looking so much forward
Oh, well, follow me.
- Danny, how are you?
- Congratulations.
- Thank you. Austin.
- Max, congratulations.
Say hello to your dad for me.
Oh, love, mm.
How are you doing?
- Very well. How are you?
- Oh, Lucy.
- Hello.
- I didn't realize that you two knew each other.
Whoops.
He's adorable.
Mm, magnificent bouquet.
Alluring nose.
Honey and spice.
And all things nice.
Inspection of the polyphenolics
reveals magnificent hues
of brick red,
indicative of a mature Bordeaux.
It's a burgundy.
Yes, I knew it's 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 the view
and onto the French real estate?
What do you think it's worth?
Max, 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.
The very same uncle you're
talking about, Charles, is
the man who taught me every man
needs a f***-you million.
Okay, when are you gonna
furnish me with the particulars,
because an estate agent
needs something
he can sink his teeth into.
Well, uh, it's been a while
since I've been there,
but from memory,
at least half a dozen
bedrooms, a pool, tennis...
court, a decent-sized kitchen...
- Thanks.
- 11 hectares, a vineyard.
Bloody hell, Max, it sounds
like an estate to me, a chteau.
What's a chteau go for these days?
Well, we're obviously in the
"F-You" department, aren't we?
- Maybe several.
- Really?
God bless Henry.
I won't count 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.
Gemma.
Parlez-vous anglais?
- Yeah?
- Kenny,
I want the current
ten-year yield,
I want an update on the figures
for nonfarm payrolls,
and I want you to get
out of my chair.
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