(snoring softly)
Morning.
Is everything all right?
Yeah, why wouldn't I be all right?
I don't know.
Time for school.
...Lafite '82,
Cheval Blanc '78.
Four of them are real.
One is fake.
Which one?
You tell me.
I don't know.
Come on. Swirl your wine.
(inhales deeply)
Take in the bouquet.
Not every bottle we sell is fake, right?
Maybe one in four.
The real ones, we sell for what we buy,
so it doesn't touch our profits.
We can make millions.
Tell me what you taste.
I taste wine.
It's definitely wine.
Red. Red wine. What are-- what are you doing?
I put two years in building the trail
of Misha Ostrakovich.
It's not gonna go south
because you start tossing out flippant bullshit.
No, no, no, no, no. All right, I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry.
You know, I-I didn't have to make you my Misha.
No, I-I'm-- Look, I'm glad you did.
(Lizzie sighs)
This is a commitment.
So if you're in...
...you're in.
Okay. Okay.
We have a 9:30 breakfast with DC Doug
and our friend the auctioneer.
So...
so just tell me what the fuck you taste.
(laughs): Okay.
Mmm.
I-- Okay, yeah. I taste, uh, dried cherry.
And, um, what is it? Uh, it's, like, an earthy--
-It's wet hay is what I taste. -Good.
Good?
That's the fake.
What's in it?
Ash,
-mold, tree bark... -Mold?
...and just a teeny-tiny pinch of...
chicken shit.
(Marius grunts)
(coughs, sniffles)
That's not fucking funny.
("Harder Out Here" by The Bright Light Social Hour playing)
♪ It's gettin' harder out here ♪
♪ I keep tryin' to just make my way ♪
♪ It's not lyin' ♪
♪ I'm only tryin' ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me. ♪
-(knocking) -(techno music playing)
Anyone home?
Hello?
Package delivery.
(dog barking in distance)
NAZ: What the fuck?
(grunting)
(panting)
-You remember me? -'Course I remember.
-Where's your gramps? -Just me this time.
-You got something of mine? Hmm? -(grunts)
-Maybe something I dropped? -What?
Like loose change? (shouts)
-(groaning) -Give me my badge,
or I'm gonna cut off your little Naz,
feed it to the Labradoodle next door.
I ain't got it, man.
Rafi's got your fucking badge.
Who's Rafi?
Dude playing Xbox last night.
Found it after you left.
What's his last name?
I don't know.
(groans loudly)
J-Just Rafi!
He's a friend of Natalie's.
(pants)
(birds chirping)
-(footsteps approaching) -OTTO: Are you ill?
What are you still doing in bed?
Huh?
You got a meeting this morning in Hartford.
I called Joe Ramli.
I'm not going to go hat in hand to Joe...
Hey. Joe's been our senator for 30 years.
If anybody can help with the, uh,
license, it's Joe.
Right? No hats.
No hats involved.
Then you go.
You're the heart and soul
of this business-- everybody knows that.
If I go, he'd only wonder why you weren't there.
Otto,
about last night, I...
...should've taken that to my grave.
(chuckles)
Careful.
It's hot.
Huh?
Yeah, you see?
You see this?
I'm your husband.
We're in this together.
Huh?
Now get your ass out of bed.
Hmm?
(chuckling)
(dogs barking, snarling)
(siren wailing in distance)
(indistinct shouting)
(car alarm beeping in distance)
Um, Mr. Reynard?
I'm Lila Bowman's daughter.
(dogs barking in distance)
Somebody, um...
told me a story,
uh, about, um,
my dad and...
your wife.
Is it true?
Don't make no difference.
Did you know?
About, um,
the affair?
Before the accident?
Your ma, she sat--
it was right where you are now.
(panting)
In my head, it's-it's so clear.
She...
she-she...
she told me.
We were both angry.
And, uh,
I didn't...
(stammers)
Wait, my mother.
Just...
She-she was hurt.
We-we got in my car.
We went looking.
My mother was in your car?
I-I hit the gas.
I-I just...
I j...
She-she was gone.
Wait, who-who was gone? Where?
I was in a hospital, in a coma.
-She ran off. -Who ran off? Okay,
I was always told there were three people in the accident.
-If my mother was in your car, -I liked your ma.
-that's four people. Where-where was your wife? -I-I...
Was she in the car with my dad?
Okay, already!
(panting)
My wife ran off, day of the accident,
back to Canada.
I never saw her again.
So, Misha's family acquired-- or built--
a rather remarkable cellar across the decades.
My grandfather was a Communist
with deep-seated capitalist tendencies, so...
It's a 2005 Latour. Won't change your life,
but it's good enough for breakfast.
LIZZIE: So, during the Cold War,
-wine was liquid currency, and... -(slurping)
Afterwards, the cellar was, um,
smuggled out of Russia for similar reasons.
(slurping)
ALEXANDRE: Mmm.
Mmm. You're underselling this Latour.
It has good structure.
So the cellar is currently scattered in transit.
But mostly on the West Coast.
-But we are looking to bring it into the market. -Look, I...
I love wine, but I'm no expert.
And I have 20,000 bottles scattered all over the world.
It's a little hard to manage, right?
20,000?
Yeah. Give or take.
And how much of that '21 Petrus from the other night?
Uh... uh, uh, what is it, five cases?
-Only three. -You promised me
my name is on one of those cases,
for setting up this meeting.
I meant two available cases.
The point is that Misha has decided that
he'd rather not live with the stress
of maintaining the cellar.
As long as I can get fair market value, right?
Are you unhappy with the return you got on the Lafite
at the London auction last year?
You've done your homework.
To answer your question,
uh, that's why we're here right now.
LIZZIE: I explained to Misha
that you run one
of the most reputable houses in New York
and to auction the cellar-- a few cases
to start-- is the only way to ensure a good price.
Hi. We need to talk.
Uh, I'm so sorry. This is, uh--
-this is my former assistant. -Hi. Wait,
your what?
Okay, I'm s-- I-I'm--
I thought you never wanted to see me again.
-I don't. -Oh. Good. Well, that's great.
And you're welcome for getting you out of jail.
Pete's in trouble. Real Pete. Your cellmate, my cousin.
-I thought he was with Maggie. -He showed up at my door, looking for you.
And since he's my actual cousin and not a sociopathic liar,
I thought I should help him and you might want to help him, too,
you know, since you did steal his fucking identity.
How did you find me?
I'm a skip tracer.
That's what I do.
Bye.
You owe Pete.
No, I don't. Good-bye.
-(scoffs) There... -I am so sorry.
I had to fire her last year. She's completely unstable.
She turns up every time I'm in New York.
LIZZIE: I was just detailing to Alexandre the contents
of your cellar, and Alexandre was very interested
in your '37 DRC.
Oh, yeah? Yeah, that's-that's a good one. Yeah.
It's extremely rare to find bottles in good condition.
No, this is in excellent condition.
Damn right. He opened two in one night for me.
-'Cause I was more than just his assistant. -Okay. Come on. Let's go.
-I mean, you guys get that, right? -Let's go. Come on.
Make sure he opens one of the '37s
for you! They're so good!
Okay, so that-that was not cool, all right?
That was not cool the first time.
That was definitely not cool the second time.
Pete Murphy.
Hey, Marius.
You've got one minute.
All right, um... (sniffs)
you remember the white-collar finance guy from B-wing?
-Charlie Pump'n'Dump? -I-I kind of promised him
I'd do a little favor.
What kind of favor?
Just a simple package delivery.
He-he wanted me to pick up something
and deliver it to this office spot up in Stamford.
Okay, what was in the package?
I didn't ask. That was part of the deal.
Anyway, I get there.
I-I check in with security.
-Everything's fine. -Uh-huh.
Except the office isn't where he said it was.
And then these two security guards
-start following me around. -Uh-huh. Okay, so your minute's almost up.
(sniffs) I-I duck into this other office.
It's got a green door, okay?
And I-I stash the package behind a couch,
thinking I can go back when I'm not being followed
-by the guards. -So go back.
I may've hit one of them. Maybe both.
-Well, have her go. -They check I.D.s.
So, she'd have to con her way in.
And lies and cons are your specialty.
(chuckles mockingly)
-Hey... -Who the fuck is she?
That's the, uh, the family I was hiding out with
in Connecticut.
So, how'd it go with your friends?
Alexandre thinks you're an unreliable clown.
I had to make big promises to keep him on the hook.
-What kind of promises? -A party. Tonight.
Featuring a 1937 Romanée-Conti,
which, according to your former fucking assistant,
you opened two of just to get laid.
Well, that's great. I mean, I look like an asshole...
I don't have the '37 DRC
or the $35,000 it costs to buy one.
And without it, Alexandre and his auction house cut us loose.
So let's just go to a different house.
These people all talk.
It's a small, exclusive community.
If Doug and Alexandre vouch for us, we're in.
We lose them, we're dead.
I never should have called you.
Can't you just whip up another '37?
-Like you did this morning? Yeah. -For tonight?
Even if I had the right bottle, I'd need a great young vintage,
like a 2009 DRC and a...
a shitload of other ingredients.
Wait, so you need ash, mold,
leather...
I got an idea. I can get this for you.
Text me the rest of the ingredients.
I'll have it to you by 3:00. All right? Yeah.
All right, so, I'll help you get your package.
But we got to go to the farm first.
-For real? -JULIA: What? No. No. No way.
Then I'm not gonna help you get the package. That's my price.
-(sighs) -Come on.
CARLY: The official story is that there were two people
in my parents' car, one in Jacques Reynard's,
and when the cars crashed, my parents' car caught fire,
and the bodies were burned beyond recognition.
I mean, there were no dental records, nothing.
How much caffeine have you had?
I... Do you want me to go to homecoming with you?
You'll go?
I ju... my God, I need you to listen.
So, Jacques Reynard said
my mom was in his car.
Okay, he didn't mean to say it, but he said it,
which means that my mom wasn't with my dad, which means
-she didn't die. -So, then,
who was in the car with your dad?
What if the other body was Jacques Reynard's wife?
Four people in the wreck, not three.
Anjou with my dad,
and-and before the cops arrived,
my mom took a chance and ran.
She had written Maggie about running off to California,
and Maggie... had been writing her for a while to come.
-See? -What's Hopkins Cars?
Um...
I don't...
Hold on.
-Gonna look it up? -Yeah.
It's just a bunch of commercials.
Wait. Click that one.
Do you need a car for the little lady?
♪ If you want a great used car for mother, wife or daughter ♪
♪ Come on down to Hopkins Cars ♪
♪ You'll save more than you oughter. ♪
Hopkins Cars-- Bakersfield's number one used car dealer
for 27 straight years.
Yahoo!
(keyboard clacking)
(clears throat softly) I really appreciate this, Joe.
It's not my ideal.
If everyone had their ideal,
Audrey, there'd be no need for politicians.
We've dealt with the individual responsible.
If you could maybe just point me in the right direction...
-who I ought to talk to? -I'd be happy to,
but your license was reinstated this morning.
Uh, by wh... by who?
It doesn't say. It just said it was suspended,
and now it's not.
I guess somebody convinced the attorney general
to cut you a break.
That doesn't make any sense.
Do you want your license back,
or do you want to keep staring this gift horse in the mouth?
No. Oh.
(both chuckle)
Thank you.
-I owe you. -I didn't do a goddamn thing.
(laughs)
-Hi. -Hi.
Uh...
-Is everything okay? -Oh, yeah. No, nothing's wrong.
I just, I just needed a word with Natalie.
Oh. Oh, sure. Of course.
Just a... a routine follow-up.
Um, she's in the kitchen.
Hey, sweetie.
Taylor's here to do a follow-up.
Um, can I get you something to drink? Hot? Cold?
-No. No, thank you. -Natalie?
If I want a beverage, I'll get one.
Okay, I'll leave you to it.
How you feeling?
A little rough.
Your mom's worried about you.
Ah, is that why you're here?
I need to reach Rafi.
Why?
He stole something that belongs to me.
Rafi's not a thief.
Then he found it and he took it.
How can I reach him?
(clicks tongue) Mm, mm.
Look...
I need my property back.
I'm trying to be a nice guy here.
Just 'cause your grandpa used to bang my mom
doesn't give you the right to harass my friends.
I...
Oh, you didn't know.
(laughs)
You're full of shit.
I am not.
They went at it for a couple of months.
Everything okay?
I don't know.
Why don't you ask Captain America?
No, it's fine.
Thank you... for your time.
NATALIE: Have a great day.
-My favorite place in the world. -Yeah. Okay. Come on.
-I still miss that porch swing. -Okay.
20 minutes, in and out.
-You're Pete. You're Marius. -Yeah.
-You get what you need, you're gone. -Shit.
OTTO: Hey!
(chuckles): Hey-hey-hey.
The prodigals return.
-Hi. -(Otto laughing)
-MARIUS: How you doing? -Did you bring Maggie with you?
-Huh? -She's in, she's in Sedona.
Yeah, yeah.
-Oh, whoa, whoa. Okay. -All right. Come on.
-Okay, here we go. Hey. -Come on. Come on. -JULIA: Great.
Have you guys eaten?
-Yes. -No.
Uh... uh, Julia has.
I was... I was just about to make sandwiches.
I'll take one.
Uh, this is really a flying visit.
-We're-we're... -Yeah, actually, Julia has a...
has a job interview, uh, with the same outfit as mine.
Insurance...
-investigator. -Investigator.
Well... you know, good for you.
-I'm-I'm glad to see you doing well. -MARIUS: Yeah.
(coughs loudly)
Thought I heard voices.
AUDREY: Oh. Thank you.
What do you think you're doing here? Huh?
(Audrey sighs)
OTTO: Maggie's in Sedona.
I was just gonna make the boys some sandwiches.
JULIA: Don't-don't you guys have that...?
Yeah, we got a...
-we got a... -What about my sandwich?
Mmm.
(dog barking in distance)
So, um, Grandpa...
when we were younger, w-who gave you a harder time,
me or Julia?
Julia.
(laughs)
She was such a crier.
Yeah, and, "meh..."
-Huge set of pipes. -(Pete laughs)
You, uh-huh, you were a sweetheart.
Only problem with you was
you refused to potty train.
So we would just find you
dropping number twos all over the house.
Julia, can I talk to you for a minute?
Yeah.
Our license was restored this morning.
Congratulations.
Did you have anything to do with it?
No.
(exhales)
The woman at the board told us that the only way
we could get our license back is if you pled guilty
-on all charges. -I'm not pleading guilty.
Point your finger somewhere else.
-I care what happens to you. -You didn't seem to care so much
-when you came by my hearing. -Well, if you'd done anything
or you're planning on doing anything with those two...
-Are we done? Swell. -Ju...
Julia.
(scraping)
MARIUS: There you are, you son of a bitch.
Okay. (exhales)
You get the leather?
Yeah, I got it.
You okay?
Yeah. You ever... you ever wish you were still ten years old?
-No, never. -CARLY: You're back again.
Yeah, I keep thinking each time's gonna be the last.
Hi, Carly.
Hey.
What's with the science experiment?
This is, uh, it's an...
-insurance plan. -We're making wine.
MARIUS: Insurance plan.
(crow cawing)
Yeah. Um, hey, are you gonna be staying
-at the motel again? -No, I'm in, I'm in the city.
-Midtown... Robertson. -Yeah.
-Are you okay? -Yeah, um...
Okay...
have you heard of a car salesman,
uh, named Tex Hopkins?
It's complicated. (sniffs)
-Yeah, what isn't lately? -(chuckles): Right?
I know. He's, um...
Tex is, uh...
Audrey's...
-dad. -Dad.
Yep.
What?
Yeah. He's Audrey's dad.
Why have I never heard about him?
MARIUS: They haven't spoken
-in-in a long time. -Feud or something.
-Yeah. -Right?
What was the feud about?
-What... -Who knows?
-Hey, Julia. -Hope you got what you need,
-'cause we're leaving. Hi, Carly. -Yeah. Okay.
We got to go see the chickens. I'll see you later.
Hey, oh, Julia, um...
(laughs) have you heard of...
a guy named Tex Hopkins?
No. Why?
No reason.
He's just... Yeah, it's fine.
(whispers): "Bakersfield."
"Bakersfield."
(door opening)
Hey, Taylor. Uh, I, uh...
I... I thought you had duty.
-It's graveyard. -Mm.
How you been?
Where's Grandma?
She's in the back.
Pete and Julia were here, and there's sandwiches.
(sighs)
So...
What was it made you ask me to help you with Lorraine?
Her kid was in trouble.
So you were just a friend helping an old friend out?
That's right.
How well did you know this old friend back whenever...
Okay, smart-ass.
But it was a long time ago, and your grandma knows all about it.
And it hurt her very badly, which is why we're not talking
-about this right now. -Is it still going on?
-Is wh-wh-- Is what? -Are you still...?
No. You came to her shop.
She clocked that you were one of mine,
and she's desperate to help her kid,
so she came and asked for a favor.
You should have told me who she was.
You're my grandson.
Why should I even talk to you about any of this stuff?
This was a mistake. Remember mistakes?
This was a mistake made a long time ago.
A long time ago!
What are you two fighting about?
Ezzard Charles. Do you remember Ezzard Charles
fighting, uh, Rocky Marciano. You remember that?
AUDREY: Are you staying for dinner?
No, he's not staying.
I got a shift. I got a shift.
(indistinct chatter)
(phone ringing nearby)
Hi, Angie.
Uh, we're here to see Mr. Hennessy.
Which company, sir?
From The Pearson Group.
Uh, we don't have a "Pearson Group."
We were supposed to view an office suite on the, uh...
-Third floor, possibly second. -On the...
MARIUS: Uh, previously occupied by C.R. Capital.
Ryan Hennessy from The Pearson Group was gonna show it to us.
-I think they own the building. -JULIA: I told you, we should
-take the place in Scarsdale. -Okay, don't push me.
I'm so sorry. I hate Scarsdale.
(quietly): Can you help me out, please?
-Let me check with operations. -Thanks, Angie.
This is awful. This is... (laughs)
This is not what we're looking for at all.
Uh, well,
I can only show you the space that I have.
I'm sorry. We were told that we were gonna be seeing
a private office on the third floor.
Uh, well, the whole third floor is currently occupied, so...
-Scarsdale. -Okay.
Uh, I'm-I'm not familiar with Mr. Hennessy,
-Yeah. -but maybe if I spoke to him...
Oh, I'd love to speak to him, too,
but he won't return my phone calls.
But can you give us 15 minutes
and, uh, maybe we can try to use our imaginations.
MARIUS: Okay.
Green door.
That Scarsdale thing was pretty funny.
Slept with a guy from Scarsdale.
-Total prick. -I didn't need to know that.
Where the fuck are we?
-There's the green door. -Ah.
Holy shit.
(Julia sighs)
Let's go.
Wait. What is that?
It was the only thing back there.
-Come on. -Wait a minute.
Open it.
Shouldn't we be getting out of here?
-Yeah. No, no. Open it. -Fine.
What are you doing? Pete-Pete needs us to take it.
Fuck Pete.
Where's the painting?
He left it.
This was you?
VIGNETTI: Afraid so, sport.
She set you up.
Hi.
I-I've got your ingredients.
Good. Get inside. I can use the extra pair of hands.
No. No. Marius said I'm-I'm supposed to just drop and go.
Yeah. You were supposed to be here at 3:00. It's almost 5:00.
Get your ass inside.
LIZZIE: It's not about creating a 1937 DRC.
It's about making them believe
that they're tasting a 1937 DRC.
Perception is everything.
We need to make a younger wine taste older,
fragile... delicate...
slower to open.
(Pete speaking indistinctly)
Beautiful, isn't it?
It's a fake of course.
The real Storm on the Sea of Galilee was stolen
from the Gardner Museum in Boston in 1990.
Vignetti, T.H. Vignetti.
Fred Flintstone.
The con is an act of trust turned on its head.
When operators like you inflict pain,
the victims come to my door to be made whole again.
That's my business.
Catching con men and dragging them into the light.
I haven't done anything wrong.
I haven't committed a crime.
This particular forgery was sold
to a client of mine by a con man
by the name of Sy Rubinek for $4 million.
You had a client
that bought a stolen painting for $4 million?
I'm looking for Sy Rubinek.
Never heard of him.
You're the fourth Marius Josipovic
I've tracked down.
The third I found in a Tijuana jail
after he was charged with drunk and disorderly.
Only that Marius's real name was Pete Murphy.
But he led me to his cousin, and she led me to you.
Now, if you were a petty crook,
you would have taken the painting and never looked back.
But you'd seen it before, because ten years ago,
you were a day-player on the con where it was sold to my client.
Which means... you know Sy Rubinek.
How much did he pay you to set me up?
VIGNETTI: She merely had me call the Connecticut attorney general
and have her family's bail license restored.
I know how much you love family.
Well, I-I mean, that was a wonderful evening,
but I've got to see a man about a walrus.
I'm offering you a job.
My client has asked me to bring down Sy Rubinek.
I think you're wasting your time.
I'll pay you. Well.
And all you have to do is help me con a con man.
No, thanks.
Hey. Hey!
I-I-I can't believe you lied to me and set me up.
-It was for the license. -Good on you.
It was for Audrey and Otto, and you fucking deserved it.
I would never do that to you.
You-- (exhales)
Look. Vignetti said he would give me a job.
Okay? He-he said if I got you
to help me track down this Sy Rubinek,
he would give me a job, a real permanent job,
so I could afford a real lawyer and not go to prison,
and not be away from my kids.
Julia,
that guy will never catch Sy Rubinek.
-He caught you. -No. No.
You don't want to let Sy Rubinek out of the box.
Nobody's ever laid a glove on him.
He's smart and he's mean and he's ruthless.
And he's paranoid.
So it's a challenge.
You'd be on the right side for once.
-Nobody chasing you. -No, there is no right side.
There's just a bunch of sides
with people and their stupid reasons.
No. Ju-Just, just...
(sighs)
Oh, God.
Yeah.
(sighs)
Carly?
Dinner!
Carly!
(chuckles) Carly!
(phone ringing)
(car approaching)
-Hey. -Hey.
(indistinct chatter nearby)
What's up?
Um, you know, just, um...
(laughs)
Can I borrow $700?
Uh, that's...
That's, um...
-I... -Sure.
No. It's, um...
Yeah, I mean, it's a lot, it's a lot of money.
-Yeah. -But, uh...
No. You don't have to.
Uh...
I'd still... I'd still go with you to homecoming.
No, it's, um... (laughs)
It-It's totally fine.
Really?
Should I ask what the money's for?
(laughs)
What you don't know can't hurt you.
(laughs)
But will it hurt you?
LOCKLEY: Right. Hey, hang on a second.
Hey, where's your shirt?
I spilled coffee when I was coming in.
-I got a spare in my locker. -You're a mess.
Straighten yourself up before you hit the streets.
Fuzz nuts, have some respect.
(siren wails in distance)
(indistinct chatter nearby)
(baby crying)
(woman calls out)
Tell her it's all fine, it's all fine.
Y-Yeah. It's just a buddy from work.
Good boy.
Now, where's it at?
What?
You want to try again?
I mean, I don't have your badge.
So you do know about it.
Well, I have a phone; Natalie called me.
Stop wasting my fucking time.
Okay. Naz has got it.
He was bragging, like it was a big laugh.
-Are you fucking with me? -Man, why would I be fucking with you?
-I got my kid inside. -I go visit Naz,
-if he doesn't have it... -He's got it, man. I'm not lying.
...I will come back here.
(indistinct chatter)
(lock beeps, clicks)
(indistinct chatter continues)
♪ Top down ♪
(man clears throat)
There you are.
Douglas here has been practically drooling
to get to the '37.
♪ Top down ♪
Where the fuck have you been?
Well, obviously not having as much fun as you.
I've been trying to soil their palates
before they taste the '37,
'cause there's only so much magic I can do
in four hours, so distractions are at a premium.
But Alexandre won't take anything
-until he's tasted the '37. -PETE: Hi, Misha.
MARIUS: What the fuck?
What is he doing here?
Peter has been my good little errand boy
setting up this party, so
-he and Misha are cousins. -Oh.
♪ Top down ♪
-There we go. -Oh. Mmm.
I'm glad you made it back from Stamford.
I-I knew that you were too smart to get hung up by that.
And miss all this fun? Never.
("Familiar Five" by Marcus Marr playing)
LIZZIE: Ready?
(woman laughs)
(indistinct chatter)
(sniffs)
♪ I got up ♪
♪ About a quarter to 9:00 ♪
♪ I got up ♪
WOMAN: Yeah.
♪ And to my surprise I found a new finger ♪
ALEXANDRE: Smoky.
Earthen.
DC DOUG: I get Cuban cigar with a hint
of late-era Catherine Deneuve.
LIZZIE: She did age well.
♪ What I'm capable of ♪
It's an unusual back end.
I'll be interested to see how it develops,
but it's a lovely start.
It reminds me of the '26 I had in Vienna three years ago.
♪ On the familiar five... ♪
Naz!
(dog barking)
(metal clatters)
-Give me the fucking badge, asshole. -Hey! Hey! Just...
Fuck, man.
I don't have your fucking badge.
-(grunts) -Shit.
-(grunts) Stop. -I'm taking...
Stop the car! Stop the car!
NAZ: Let go, man. Fucking let go, man.
Whoa, wait!
(horn honks)
Not so tough now, asshole!
(siren wailing)
Fuck.
-Fuck. -Damn it. Fuck.
(siren stops)
Switch off the engine and step out of the vehicle.
Out of the vehicle. Out of the vehicle. Hands up.
Let me see your hands.
-(groans) -Is that your badge?
(panting)
You! Hands behind your head!
Turn around! Up against the car!
(vomits)
♪ Fools rush in ♪
♪ Where angels fear to tread ♪
♪ And so I come to you, my love ♪
♪ My heart above my head ♪
♪ Rush in where wise men never go ♪
♪ But wise men never fall in love ♪
♪ So how are they to know? ♪
♪ When we met ♪
♪ Where angels fear to tread ♪
♪ And so I come to you... ♪
I was 17 years old
before wine first passed my lips.
Can you imagine?
I was looking to impress someone.
A wealthy man.
I've been poor on four continents,
and it was no fun on any of them.
And then, through wine...
(chuckles softly, sniffs)
...I gained entry into a world I'd previously been denied.
Forget the small sale.
Five cases.
We should announce your presence with authority
and auction off 250 cases right up front.
No. I don't think Misha's ready to barge into the market.
No, we'll make an event of it.
A statement of intent. 3,000 bottles.
I'll put you on the cover of the catalog.
-(chuckles) -That is...
unless you're not serious?
No, it's just, we're...
No, no, no, no, no. We're serious.
It's just... they're scattered around
in different places. The West Coast. Europe.
Life's too short for baby steps.
250 cases,
or we don't do it at all.
(door closes)
Shit.
No, it can't be that bad.
We need 3,000 bottles,
2,000 of which need to be real.
Well, so how much seed money do we need for 3,000 bottles?
Way more than I have.
-No, no, no. -I spent everything I have
getting Alexandre and Douglas this far.
I'm sorry. How much? How much?
Shit. (sniffs)
This is because of you.
Whatever.
-(sniffs) -Just give me an amount. Just how...
$400,000.
The whole point was to start small so that we can grow.
Five cases giving us money to make ten. Ten so we can make 20.
So we need to find $400,000.
(knocking)
What-what are you doing here?
I could ask you the same thing.
This... Business, it was... This is a business party.
Okay, um...
I think that my mom might be alive.
Can you... can you just give me one-one second?
-Your-your, uh, your mother might be alive? -I think. Maybe.
-So, do you have any evidence of this? -Sort of.
-So, no. -I have pieces.
She-she wasn't with my dad in the car.
Okay? She was with Jacques.
Yeah, and-and she had written your mother
about running off to California, and so it all...
-it-it kind of fits, and I'm just, I... -So, Carly, Carly...
...people don't just rise from the dead, right?
-Okay, but what if I'm right? -I don't...
-I-I have to at least try to find out, right? -(door opens)
I mean, tell me that I...
I'll be right back with the ice. (sniffs)
Hey, Carly.
Oh, um...
-Go back inside. -Hmm?
Go back inside.
(grunts)
(dance music playing)
(door closes)
I am so stupid.
(exhales)
You're leaving?
-No, I'll be back. -(chuckles)
-(clears throat) -Yeah.
I'm gonna get the money.
'Cause it's my fault, anyway.
Who the hell are you,
and what have you done with Marius Josipovic?
I just need a little bit of time,
but, uh, I'm gonna get the $400,000.
You need to keep Alexandre on the hook.
I made a commitment to you.
Hey, wake up.
-Aren't you still pissed at me? -No.
(chuckles): You need to get out of here.
-New York does not suit you. -No. I'm sorry. You're...
-I didn't mean... -No, no, no, no, no, no. It's okay, it's okay.
I just, uh...
You should go find your mother in Sedona.
She's, uh... she'll be happy to see you.
Well, what... what about you?
-What are you gonna do? -I'm fine.
I'll be fine.
Here.
Oh.
-No, hey, Marius... -What?
I-I... (sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
-What am I doing here? -Come on.
(Julia sighs)
By all means, sit.
-He just called me and asked me to come. -Sy Rubinek.
I'll find him. I'll set him up.
I'll help you take him down, but I want $400,000.
Done.
And the Bernhardts get to keep their license, no matter what.
-Agreed. -And her.
I don't see her. She doesn't come near me.
But she still gets a lawyer.
-No. -What? Why-why not?
Well, then I'm out.
I'll give her the lawyer, but you're gonna see her.
I don't possibly trust you,
so she's gonna go everywhere you go.
She's gonna be my eyes and ears.
-But you trust her? -She hates you.
Don't I get some say in this?
Do you want a job or not?
-Anyone but her. -Her.
-Fine. -Shall we shake?
No.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
Carly?
Thank God.
-Is that you? -CARLY (on phone): I'm so, so sorry, Grandma.
-I didn't mean to scare you. -Is it her?
Well, we've been up all night, worried sick.
-Where are you? -You don't have to worry about me.
-I'm-I'm fine. -But where are you?
Uh,
I'm in California...
with your father.
Um... he says that
my mom is alive.