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,

when everyone hates 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.

- Mm.

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.

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

to gloating through the room.

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

your scrawny little backside

out of my chair.

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