A Good Year Page #5

maintains the property.

Mr. Skinner?

Yes, hmm, right, well, delightful.

This is how your uncle

and Monsieur Duflot

worked for over 20 years.

Naturally, Monsieur Duflot

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 Duflot

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 La Siroque

as soon as possible.

And what about, uh,

Monsieur and Madame Duflot?

Look, in all cases like this,

it simply

just comes down to a figure.

Well, if there's nothing else,

I have a plane to catch.

Right.

You're selling La Siroque?

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 in 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, Duflot.

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 settlement.

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 would dare come

here and take away

my last few chances of immortality?

Afraid so. Be in touch.

Leaving now.

Oh, good.

'Cause Sir Nigel has made

a special trip, Max.

- Is everything okay?

- Everything's fine.

Good. Oh, did you remember

to take photos for Charlie?

Yes.

- Damn it!

Idiot.

Let's see you then.

One... two...

...and go!

- Yes?

- Get in the car.

Get off my camera.

- Bollocks!

Oh, come on!

Where's the ladder?

Where are you, tosser?

- Hold on!

Come to Papa. Come to Papa.

Gemma, for God's sake, keep calling!

Hello.

Oh, no, don't worry about me.

I'm... I'm the pool man.

I do this every Thursday.

It's just routine maintenance.

It's been lovely chatting to you.

And, and you are

a spectacular vision.

But any chance for a rope

or a ladder?

Is that your little car?

Uh, yes, I'm the temporary custodian

of the lime green roller skate,

but it's a hired car; it's a rental.

It's not for sale. Sorry?

- Can you swim?

- Well, yes, but...

but not in a foot of cow sh*t.

Hello?

Will all passengers on Flight...

He's not on the flight.

Right, right.

Okay, roger that.

What is it, Major Lawrence,

that attracts you, personally,

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