[Camille] No, but luckily, Issei found a fixer
who is going to take us to the monastery.
[Thomas] Where is your monastery?
In Europe, that's for sure, but it can't be very far from Asia.
[sighs] You said three days.
I know… Look, I'm doing my best.
Issei's not so good right now.
I thought he was getting better.
No, he's getting worse.
Do you know what he did to me yesterday?
He almost left me in Athens and took the plane without me.
Why?
I don't know.
It seems that he doesn't trust me anymore.
He's got this fucking competitive mindset.
It really bugs me.
[sighs] Honestly, Camille, just drop it.
Plus, we've got the contest to prepare for.
I know, but I can't.
- He's… - Yeah.
He's your brother. I know.
Yes.
I love you.
Me too.
[sighs]
- [in English] Hello. - [in Georgian] Good morning.
[phone chimes]
[Issei, in English] My guy is here.
[sighs]
Issei Tomine?
Hi, I'm Gocha. Daï's friend.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.
Camille Léger. We're working together.
- Hello, Miss Camille. - Oh, oh.
- [in Georgian] Hello. - [laughs] Hello.
[in English] You're Daï's best friend, right?
I'm almost jealous.
I didn't know you had a best friend.
You never asked.
[Issei] Thank you.
How far is it?
Two and a half hours.
Something like that.
[pop music playing]
[Gocha] So this is your first time in Georgia, huh?
- [Issei] Yes. - You are so lucky.
[song changes]
This is Gori, where Stalin was born.
[song changes]
And this is where wine was invented 8,000 years ago.
[song changes]
Welcome to Kartli.
[music ends]
Well, this is the monastery.
It's not Herbemont, but Saperavi.
Are all vines here Saperavi?
How would I know?
You are investigators.
I'm just your guardian angel.
Hmm.
[Camille] Hello!
[in Georgian] Hello.
[Issei, in English] Hello.
Hello, uh, do you speak English?
[Gocha, in Georgian] My friends come from France and Japan.
They're looking for a wine
they are told is made here.
They met a beekeeper in Athens.
Alexi Pipias.
[chuckles] Alexi told them the wine is made here.
Alexi Pipia? He was born in the next village.
You know him, right? He sends his wax here.
I ask you something, Father, and you leave.
[in English] What's going on?
[Gocha, in Georgian] Father, wait a minute.
We'll ask you something, Father, and we'll leave.
[Camille stammers]
[in English] Mr., uh… Father.
- [in Georgian] Why are you leaving? - [panting]
- Wait, Father. Hmm, Father? - [Issei, in English] Hey!
[Camille] Can we talk just for one minute?
- [in French] I can't believe it! - [Gocha, in Georgian] Please, Father.
- [in English] Hey! - Hey!
- Wait! - [door locks]
[panting]
What was that?
Looks like it's a pretty touchy subject, your wine.
Well, that's crazy.
They're monks. And they're Georgians.
Don't forget we lived under the Soviet hammer for decades.
People still distrust strangers asking questions.
So what do we do?
Maybe next time you don't ask too many questions.
[pop music playing]
[Camille] Yeah, I meant what do we do for lunch?
I don't think we'll find something to eat here.
[Gocha, in Georgian] Excuse me! Excuse me!
Do you know where there's a restaurant around here?
No, nothing around.
The restaurant is closed.
- [in English] Everything is closed. - [sighs]
- Hello. - Hi.
Hi.
[in Georgian] My mother and father have a supra today.
We live there, and we'll be happy if you come.
[in English] Oh. He's inviting us to supra.
W-What is supra?
It's a Georgian tradition.
Big meal, good friends and wine.
Very good wine.
Okay.
[in Georgian] Follow me then.
[in English] Please, come.
Welcome.
[Gocha] We are so lucky.
[Camille] I know!
[folk music playing]
Cool, huh?
It is a blessing to have strangers at supra.
[in Georgian] Please, please! We have three guests joining us!
Mom, Dad, since this is your day, will you accept them at our table?
- We would love to. - [in English] Come, please. Welcome!
This is my cousin, Levan.
Hello. [chuckles]
This my other cousin, Giorgi,
- and his mother, Marita. - Hi. Gamarjoba.
- Uh, this is my aunt, Mariam. - Hi.
And my uncle, Godertzi.
- [chuckles] Nice to meet you. - Please, welcome, welcome.
- Hello. - Cheers, my dears.
This is my sister, Ketevan,
- and her boyfriend, Ramaz. - Nice to meet you.
- Hi. - Nice to meet you.
First time meeting our mother.
Oh, so this is my mother, Tamar, and this is my father, Vasil.
We are celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary.
- Please sit. - Congratulations.
It is an honor to have you here on this very special day.
Everybody here speaks better English than me.
[chuckles] She studied in Tbilisi.
My grandfather wanted her to have better chances,
but she preferred to come back to the village.
- So… - I don't like the city.
[host] You have to drink it in one.
- In one? - Yes.
- Thank you for inviting us. - You're welcome.
[host, in Georgian] My friends, just a minute please.
[music stops]
To life, to love!
[all] To life, to love!
- [in English] To life, to love! - Oh.
[host] To life, to love.
[whispering] Only the men stand.
Oh.
[guests singing]
- [whispering, in Japanese] Different. - I know.
[in English] Do you like?
[phone buzzing, ringing]
[singing continues]
Georgian wine is so fantastic.
Is it local, this wine?
- [chuckles] What do you mean? - [son chuckles]
Everything is local here.
Our mother's a genius.
She's the one making it.
[Camille] You mean in giant jars, and all that?
[host] Yes, but we call them qvevris.
- [Camille] Qvevris? - Yes.
[Camille] I thought you only used them for orange wine.
No, no. We prefer to call it "white wine".
- "White", yes, sorry. - Mm-hmm.
Yes, that's true. But we are using qvevris for red wine also, of course.
[in Georgian] Mom, they want to thank you for your wine.
They love it!
[in English] You know about our Georgian wine?
It's unique and wonderful.
Yes.
We are…
botanists tracking a rare flower from France.
It took us to Greece, where we met a beekeeper
who sends his beeswax to the monks in your monastery.
You're lying.
Father Zurab warned me.
You're here because you want their wine.
Well, nothing here is for sale.
[singing continues]
Tell Davit I'm not scared.
This is my house.
Um, who's Davit?
Please leave.
We're sorry.
We didn't mean to upset you.
This is a misunderstanding.
Please leave.
S-Sorry, we have to go.
But thank you. Thank you.
[Issei] Why the hell did you lie to her?
[Camille] I didn't want to do the same mistake we did with the monk,
but I don't think that's the problem.
She thought we were someone else, this Davit.
Next time, just keep your mouth shut.
Hey!
Maybe you should ask yourself why she was so angry.
Maybe she's got something to hide.
[somber music plays]
Thank you.
[in Georgian] What's the time for breakfast?
We don't serve breakfast.
You can go to the gas station across the road.
[in English] There is no breakfast here.
But you can take some food at the gas station.
Don't worry. Tomorrow I'm sure the sun will shine.
[in Georgian] I wish you a happy holiday.
[scoffs]
[sighs]
[inhales deeply]
[gasps]
[breathes heavily]
[in Georgian] Now you go down, you'll turn this way,
and there you can have a coffee.
- Okay. Thank you. - You are welcome.
[in English] Hey. Issei!
You need to stop this.
- What? - Everything.
All this.
We're on the same side, you and I.
- I didn't force you to come here. - I know.
But think how happy Alexandre would be if he saw us like this.
So tell me.
Do you want me to leave?
Ask me to go, and I'll stop fighting.
I'll leave.
Okay.
What do you mean, "Okay"?
Okay.
I want you to stay.
Good. I'll stay.
[Gocha] Go grab your bags, guys.
I called my friend at the land registry,
they told me where Tamar's vines are.
Okay, let's go.
And you can smile sometimes, you know.
- Bags. - Bags.
[Issei sighs]
Come on, guys. Come on.
[tense music playing]
[scoffs] Is that it?
Camille.
- Herbemont. - Oh, my God.
[squeals, chuckles]
[metal creaking]
[Gocha] Hey!
[shushes]
- [chuckling] - [Gocha shushes]
[chuckling]
- [thug 1] Vasil! - [shushes]
Vasil!
[in Georgian] What are you doing here?
[thug 2] We told you to stay away!
[Vasil] Fuck you. This is my land.
[thug 1] Not anymore, you little piece of shit.
[Vasil] Get out of here!
[thug 1] It seems that you don't understand who owns this land.
[Vasil] I understand perfectly. Fuck you!
- [grunts] - [groans]
[gasps]
You fucker!
[thug 2] This is the last time we come here.
Tell your bitch that it will be worse next time.
- [groans] - [gasps]
[breathes shakily]
- [grunts] - [Tamar] Does it hurt?
[in English] Maybe he should see a doctor.
No need. Nothing is broken.
Thank you for helping my husband.
[Gocha] Who were those men?
They work for my brother, Davit Abashidze.
[Gocha] Ah, oof.
[Issei] Who is he?
He's a, well, businessman. [chuckles]
This house belonged to my father.
- He died last year. - [groans]
[in Georgian] Put it here. Hold it.
[in English] Davit wants to sell it.
And I can't stop him.
[in Georgian] Do you want tea?
- Yes, make it for me, please. - I will do it now.
[in English] Sorry.
[sighs]
You want some?
Um, no, thank you.
The wine you are looking for was stolen from us.
We tasted it.
And it was…
[chuckles] Wow.
[Issei] We are not here to steal your wine.
We just wanted to know who made it.
And now we can go home.
We caused enough trouble.
Sorry.
[sighs]
Follow me.
[in Georgian] Gocha, tea is ready. Go and fetch it.
- Tamar, where are you going? - What?
To the marani. I'll come back soon.
Irakli, follow me.
[in English] What about your husband?
He's going to be okay. He's tough.
I really like it here.
And so the cellar is not far?
- Yes, not far. - [chuckles] Okay.
- A qvevri! - [gasps]
- Yeah. - Wow, it's huge.
- Do you make them yourselves? - No.
- It's a skill that almost disappeared. - [Camille] Hoo, hoo.
Everything starts in it.
This one will replace the qvevri that cracked.
I hope we have time to bury it before the harvest.
[Camille] Yeah, I heard.
The grape ripening is ahead of schedule this year.
This is our marani.
[Issei] It's beautiful.
So you really bury them in the ground?
[Tamar] Yes.
[Camille] How long does fermentation last in qvevris?
It takes three years for the wine to mature.
I watch it like a hawk. [chuckles]
Then I know which qvevri will be good for chacha,
and which one might become someone.
Someone?
Hmm. Yes.
Sometimes, during fermentation, the wine gets sick.
But sometimes, a miracle happens.
This is what brought you here.
[door unlocks]
[sighs]
This is where our special wine ages.
Before me, my father made it with his brother Teodore.
Uh, when he was young he went to the West,
and there in Switzerland
he met the heirs of Rudolf Steiner.
- [Issei] Steiner? - [Tamar] Yes.
- [Issei] The father of biodynamics. - [Tamar] Hmm.
Camille's estate is the leader of biodynamics in France.
[Tamar] Oh.
- [Camille] Where is this going? - To the monastery.
The monks come here and take the wine for the service.
This wine doesn't belong to us.
Not to my brother, not to me.
It belongs to God.
That's what makes its beauty.
[Irakli] But Uncle Davit is selling everything.
The vineyard. The land. The cellar.
So all this will end.
[chattering]
…on the mineral substance of the soil,
which is the key to make a truly great wine.
And why did Teodore choose the Herbemont?
[tense music playing]
[Tamar] It's a very resistant… uh, direct hybrid.
He used to say,
"There are no bad grape varieties, only bad winemakers."
[chuckles]
- Thank you. - Thank you.
[in Georgian] Please, please.
Thank you, Irakli.
[Gocha, in English] All that for this? You are weird.
- [chuckles] - [chuckles]
[in Georgian] To life, to love.
- [in English] To life, to love. - To life, to love. [chuckles]
- [Gocha] To life, to love. - [Irakli] To life.
- [Gocha] Cheers. - [Vasil] Cheers.
- [sniffing] - [chuckles]
Thank you. [chuckles]
[Gocha] Hmm. I like it.
[chuckles]
[ominous music plays]
[music stops]
[Irakli grunts] Come, come. [speaks Georgian]
- [strains] - [in English] Okay.
[groans]
Hey.
Drink.
- [breathes heavily] What happened? - [Camille] You fainted.
Drink water.
And this churchkhela. You need sugar.
- Eat this. - [sighs]
He had a diving accident a week ago.
- Oh. - He just got out of the hospital.
[Tamar] You are cold.
Issei, it's not good to scare me like that.
- Sorry. - [Tamar] Oh. Oh, no.
Let him breathe.
Okay?
Camille, come.
- Will you be okay? - Yeah.
[sighing]
Can I come in?
Yeah.
Sorry. [grunts]
So, I called Talion.
He thinks Tamar can prevent the sale.
He gave me the name of the best lawyer in Tbilisi.
I have an appointment tomorrow.
Tamar agrees with it?
Yes.
[scoffs] What, you don't believe me?
[sighs] No, it's not that.
I know you wanted to be a part of this, but you're not well.
You need to rest.
[sighs]
You'll get better soon.
And we'll finish this.
Together?
Yes.
[Camille, in French] No, I didn't read that journalist bitch's article.
I haven't had the time.
Thomas, we found the wine. We tasted it. It's fabulous!
Well then, come back now. We need you here.
I want us to exercise our right of reply before the contest.
The competition is in five days, Camille.
I know, but I'm not finished here.
There are people I need to help.
I'm seeing a lawyer now.
What are you talking about?
I don't care. What I want is for you to come back.
If you won't do it for me, do it for Philippe.
You know how important this contest is to him.
For me too.
I made a promise to Tamar. She's the one making the wine.
She'll lose everything if we don't help. Well, it's complicated.
I'll explain it to you. But I really have to go, okay?
- Love you. - Wait, Camille, who is Tamar?
[line disconnects]
[sighs]
Well, she's finished her quest.
But now she's on a crusade.
CAMILLE LÉGER, THE SPOILED BRAT
- [Camille] Fuck… - [Gocha, in English] Problems?
A journalist says I'm a spoiled child.
[chuckles]
What?
[in French] Mr. Abashidze bought out the mortgage,
and suddenly it became, "He bought the land."
But that's not how things go down in inheritance matters.
It's way more complicated.
We're not in France here.
[stammers] The law is the same though.
Mr. Talion explained it to me.
He also said I could count on you.
There's always room for negotiation. It's a matter of will.
Mr. Abashidze is a powerful man.
I promise you it will be very lucrative.
I'm a good lawyer.
A very good lawyer.
Sometimes I am able to stand up for the little guy.
And I enjoy it when I do, even when it's not so lucrative.
But to go up against a man like that…
I'm not a fool.
I hope neither are you, Ms. Léger.
[in English] I'm just gonna grab my things and then we go?
- Sure. - Okay.
[Ketevan] Camille?
[chuckles] What are you doing here?
Um… my brother called me.
He said you want to help.
Well, I have an idea.
Okay?
Can we go somewhere quiet?
Sure. Follow me.
I got to know Uncle Davit after I moved to Tbilisi.
- He actually introduced me to Ramaz. - [chuckles]
You're friends with Davit?
Yes.
If Davit knows you're involved with Tamar, he'll refuse to speak to you.
He hates her that much.
So we need to be really clever.
And he's having dinner tonight in your fancy restaurant.
[Ramaz] Mm-hmm.
You should book me a table.
[Issei] The thief, Michel Poulenc.
Did you meet him?
[Tamar] Yes.
He came here to this house.
This man said the greatest wines in the world were French,
and it made my father's blood boil.
So he gave him our special wine.
The Frenchman said, "I see God."
Hmm.
When I tasted your wine, I didn't see God.
But I did see something.
I saw the moon.
Since then, this vision has turned into a nightmare.
Something grabs me and keeps me underwater.
Since I started diving, I've been afraid of the dark.
I never knew why.
Your wine, it opened a door.
It showed me something.
I can't sleep at night.
I'm scared of the dark.
It's childish.
I'm full of rage.
It's not rage.
You're just sad.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
[people chattering]
[Hirokazu, in Japanese] Yes?
[Honoka] Hirokazu. It's me.
Is this where you're living?
I like it.
What do you want?
Do you have a moment?
In the middle of the night?
Have you heard any news?
Did you call him?
I called the hospital.
[sighs]
But they didn't tell me anything.
What is happening?
Do you have any news?
Call him.
He's your son.
[scoffs] He's not going to bite you.
Good night.
[door locks]
[footsteps departing]
[ominous music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
- [in English] Good evening. - Good evening.
I have a reservation.
- Your name, please? - Camille Léger.
This way, please.
[speaking indistinctly]
Will anyone join you tonight?
No, that would just be me.
I can propose a Saperavi from Marani qvevri by Giorgi Aladashvili,
a master of biodynamics at the foot of the Caucasus.
His winery is built of lime, beneath the mountains covered in snow.
The aromas of candied blackberry and pencil lead will delight you.
And the salinity in the finish will carry you away on a flying carpet.
You know, it's my first time in Georgia, and I heard about orange wine.
Do you have some?
The color of your hair.
The color of cheerfulness, generosity and ambition.
[Camille chuckling]
We can arrange it after. [chuckles]
This comes from the same estate.
Giorgi is a master in maceration.
It's Kisi 2020.
Uh, the aromas are very complex.
Do you smell this note of plum compote?
[gasps] Oh, my God.
[laughs] Sorry.
- Leave the bottle. - Oh, very ambitious.
[patron] It sounds like that's a very good one.
Oh, it's amazing.
Maybe I should get a bottle.
You can have some of mine.
Well, why don't you come and join us, uh, Miss, uh…
Camille.
Sure.
[clears throat]
Can we have, uh… Excuse me. More glasses, please?
- Yes, sure. - Thank you.
Et voilà. [chuckles]
Mmm.
Oh, good.
- Plum. - [chuckles]
You know, they make their wines in a very special way.
In these big amphoras.
They… They call them "qvevri."
Oh. [chuckles]
I think Miss Léger is well aware of that.
Camille Léger of the Léger Guide?
- [Camille chuckles] - She's here on behalf of my sister.
You know, I had a call this evening.
From a lawyer, a very good friend, so she warned me.
She's worse than I thought.
Anton knows about the bad blood between me and my sister.
But I don't suppose you do, really?
- She explained a little. - A little?
[scoffs]
I'm sorry, Davit,
but anger at your sister is not a reason
to destroy a vineyard that's been in your family for decades.
[in French] What is it you want, Miss Léger?
I want you not to sell your soul.
Listen. I'm a businessman.
You'll have to do better than that.
Right now, if you don't mind, I'm doing business.
Then I'll buy it.
I can afford to buy it.
Whatever he says he'll pay, I'll pay more.
No.
Good night.
[clears throat]
["I'm a King Bee" playing]
[Gocha, in English] And? How did it go?
[Camille] Terrible.
[Gocha] I warned you about the Abashidzes.
Very stubborn family.
Oh, yeah?
[song stops]
Well, I'm a Léger.
[song continues]