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Good job.

Thank you.

Well, it must be a year since we left.
Yes, I'd rather not talk about that, if

you don't mind.

been avoiding me?

No, no, of course not.

Won't you stand?

Oh, Uncle Charles, you don't look well.

Oh.

So it's still published?

Yes, but under another editor, of
course. It's been a year now.

Can't you forget that night?

Lydia, do you imagine after what
happened that I could enjoy sitting here

you making small talk? I came to you for
help, do you remember? And you told me

it was nothing.

Would you like a cognac?

Yes, thank you.

Uncle Tom. I'm not your uncle.

I've known you since you were a baby. I
never thought the time would come when I

wouldn't be glad to see you.

That's not fair.

I did my best to stop what happened.

All right, all right.

We're both guilty.

If only Max hadn't come into my office
that day.

Yeah.

Monsieur de Marichal.

Monsieur.

Monsieur. Monsieur de Marichal. Monsieur
de Marichal.

Monsieur de Marichal.

Monsieur de Marichal.

Monsieur de Marichal.

Oh, you agree with my judgment?

Well, not always, but quite often.

Now,

how can I help you?

Oh, you must be one of the oldest wine
shippers in England.

Yes, we are the oldest.

Well, I admire your refusal to keep up
with appearances.

Now, I mean not to modernize your
delightful offices.

Oh, yes, well, we see no need to. Oh,
quite so, quite so.

Mr. Drummond, for an article in my
journal, we are asking various

wine to give their opinion on the
greatest vintage they have ever sampled.

Ask a dozen experts and you get a dozen
different opinions.

Oh, yes, well, that is the interest of
the article.

But we have found some agreement on one.

Which one?

A Bordeaux, a Saint -Claire.

1864. Yes, that might be my choice as
well, if one has to have a consensus.

Yes, but what is the good of consensus
when no one can taste it?

If I can't taste it, there is not one
bottle left on the face of the earth.

Are you so sure?

Well, I have heard it said that there
may be one bottle

remaining.

Is it true?

Oh, my dear Monsieur de Marchal,
everybody knows the last bottle of Saint

1864 was drunk a generation ago.

Everyone?

Would you excuse me?

After my partner's death last year, We
found this bottle amongst his private

stock.

You haven't been tempted to open it?

Well, I've resisted the temptation.

The wine's dangerously old. It would be
painful to open it and find it had died.

Oh, you are English. That's the trouble.

This is puritan self -denial. Huh?

Mr Drummond, we must come to terms. What
price do you ask for this? Oh, the

wine's not for sale.

Oh, it must be for sale. And
incidentally, I'm Scottish, not English.

It's rather a difference.

Look, I am in touch with someone who
would pay 2 ,000 pounds for this bottle.

No, no, no, really. Tirod Cthulhu.

Ah, yes, Cthulhu.

He backed your magazine, didn't he? Yes,
one of the four richest men in the

world. Yes.

He married a girl I've known since she
was a baby.

You know Cthulhu?

No. We come from the same part of
Scotland.

I supplied his father's cellars. Used to
shoot with them.

Taught Sophie to fish. Used a gun.

Air gun, of course.

I'm a sort of adopted uncle to her.

The family didn't approve of her
marrying Cthulhu, sir?

Well, their objections dwindled when
they found out how much he was worth.

So you know Cthulhu?

I know of him. A great collector, Mr
Drummond.

He has a passion for the unique. It is
his only interest now.

To possess the priceless work of art,
the rarest jewel, the last bottle of

For this, he might pay anything.

Yes, but I told you, the wine's not to
fail, not even to calculate. Oh, you

can't keep it here!

Dying part, never to be tipped. I mean,
it's fact release.

It's crazy, you can't... Let me take it.

Sorry. Sorry.

I have a heart condition. I'm not
allowed to get upset.

Is there anything I can do? No, you're
not.

Don't...

High explosive, but it keeps me alive.

Why don't you have a doctor?

No, no, no, no, I'm used to it.

I'm all right with these.

No, I don't want a doctor.

I want that bottle of wine.

Hey,

Sophie.

Sophie, darling, tell me, what do you
make of this one? You like it?

Oh, no, you're not drinking. Never mind.
It's only a drop. Just try it.

Excuse me.

Oh, it's delicious.

It's fourth rate.

Like Max.

Mr. Drummond, you've got some beautiful
wine here, and I'm going to buy a whole

lot of it from you.

But I'm sure that my good friend Maxwell
has told you why I'm really here. It's

that San Fleur. The one bottle.

Tell me, what's the chance it's still
fit to drink?

Well, who can tell? The 1864 vintage was
particularly fine. It may live longer

than most. On the other hand, it may
already be dead.

That's why I won't open the bottle
myself or tell anybody else the

This way, it's a unique and magnificent
treasure.

But once it's secret out, it may be just
another bottle of wine gone bad. You

English, you know, you're a race of
poets.

You're all crazy. You love things like
that. Actually, my family's Scottish.

Scottish? Yeah, of course. I'm sorry.

You were a wine merchant since Sophie's
father.

Well, a little more than that. Yeah,
well, good, then. Scottish blood will

you practical. Now, listen, I'll make
you a proposition.

Mr. Drummond, for this one bottle, I
will give you 10 ,000 pounds. With

no guarantees to its quality.

I'm not buying a bottle, Mr. Drummond.
Not a bottle of wine. I'm buying

Romance on a very special occasion. You
see, in two weeks' time, Sophie and me

have been married five years. Oh, my
gracious.

Thank you. Thank you very much. And I've
been worrying. You see, I could give

her jewels, a villa. But when you're
married to a young woman only half your

age, you want to give her romance. You
want to give her something unique,

something she don't forget. You
understand what I mean? Yes, I

good. Then we've got ourselves a deal.

Now, you send the bottle along to my
hotel. I keep it in my suite for the

two weeks. Always stand upright so the
sediment go down and the room

constant at, what, 70 degrees?

All right, 65, okay.

And I don't want to decant it.

I want to pour the wine straight from
that old bottle. That might be risky.

What, risky? You mean to pour with a
hand steady like that?

I'm used to taking risks, Mr. Drummond.
And you'll be there, I hope.

You see, everything is done just
perfect.

Now, come on, you agree?

The date, Tuesday the 12th? And the
price?

I can't remember the invitation. It's
not an invitation. It's a command.

Come on, now, then.

You and me and Sophie and my good friend
Max here.

Enjoy yourself, darling. Max taking care
of you.

I've been worrying what to give you for
our anniversary.

I tell you, right here I get it.

Mr. Drummond, may I call you Charles?
Oh, please.

Well, Charles and Max, the big experts,
they both agreed that the finest wine

ever made came from a little village
near Bordeaux called Saint -Fleur in

And I've just bought for you the last
bottle in the world.

You've got it. I got it. I got it. And
together, the four of us are going to

drink it. What do you say to that?

Oh, darling.

What a beautiful thought.

Congratulations. That is wonderful.

Mr.

Ronsini. What's the matter, my dear?

Thank you, Miss Bill.

Come on, sir. No, no, I didn't want to
ask you something. Well, we can't talk.

Thank you, Peter.

Right. Now, what's it all about?

Well, it's quite simple.

Max was my lover and Kiros has found
out.

Oh, my dear.

I'm a wine shipper, not a marriage
guidance counsellor. No, no, it's wine I

to ask you about.

Is it possible to poison a bottle of
wine before the cork is pulled?

Well, that precious son... Whatever it
is.

I mean, don't you realise why he's
bought that bottle? Why he's made all

elaborate arrangements?

It's to get me and Max at that table to
make sure we drink out of the same

bottle.

Have you told Max that you suspect this?
No, I can't. He's not well. He mustn't

be worried or upset.

But supposing the wine's dead, then
nobody would drink it. But supposing

good?

Well... Then I'd drink it myself.

Oh, I couldn't help you.

Well, I suppose it's possible to put a
hypodermic needle through the cork, but

even so, it would be difficult to find a
poison that wouldn't change the taste,

kill the wine, as well as you and your
friend.

You disapprove?

Oh, not of adultery, of your choice.

Oh, try to understand, Uncle Charles.

Kiros doesn't really love me.

He married me for my background, my
family.

I'm an ornament, a monument to his
success and his virility.

Do you love Max?

I'm fond of him.

He's very kind. It was never serious.

But Keros has found out.

Can you imagine for a man like him how
he feels humiliated? He wants to be

revenged. Yes, but he'd choose a
different method.

He's far too intelligent to murder
somebody by poisoning a bottle of wine.

They'd analyze the dregs, the glasses.

There'd be a post -mortem.

I don't know, Kiros.

He's capable of anything.

Oh, my dear, I think you're making a lot
of fuss about nothing.

Then there's nothing you can do to help.

Well, don't worry.

I'll be there on the night.

We'll both keep an eye on that bottle.

All right?

Come on, I'll buy you some lunch.

My friends will be here soon. You will
serve dinner at 8 .30 precisely.

Bien, monsieur. Sorry.

Okay. The French is more elegant.

D 'accord, monsieur.

Careful.

I understand, sir.

To knock it over would be a catastrophe.

You could call it that.

You look very beautiful, my dear.

Thank you.

Do you like my little present?

Say that you like it.

Yes, of course.

Good.

Ah, Charles, my dear. I'm so glad to see
you.

Sophie, darling, look at you.

Max, my boy, I'm not going to offer you
an aperitif tonight, you understand?

Of course. Look.

You see?

All that fuss about a bottle of wine.

Charles,

I want your advice.

Waiter, are you ready to start serving
dinner?

What do you think?

You think it's time we let her breathe
the air now?

Well, as long as we're allowed to
breathe for no longer than half an hour,

that's about the limit, in my opinion.
Half an hour, okay. Here we go, then.

First time in over a hundred years.

Gee.

Come on, Mac, come over here.

You've got to give a check on this every
step of the way.

See, that's the kind of corkscrew I
like.

Not these.

modern mechanical things. This way you
can get a... you get a feel of the cork.

You can tell how deep you've gone.

That's it.

Don't worry.

I'm stopped.

I must be careful not to make the flight
at the peak of cork in front of the

wine. I haven't been married to Kirov
for five years without learning a

You all right, child?

Yes. That tells us nothing.

I think there's hope.

I think there's hope.

And in half an hour, we shall know.

They're ready for the fish.

They sent me to an American school in
Switzerland.

That was quite an experience, let me
tell you.

The greasy Greek, they call me.

They give me a pretty hard time, those
boys. But, you know, that's what made me

decide to be a rich man.

But rich, I don't like to be pushed
around.

You know, it's a funny thing.

Some of those same little boys, they
grow up, they become big men, and they

to me now.

To me.

He said, Consuelos, please will you help
us?

Help finance the movie, the little snob
magazine, what?

Well,

it's hot in here, don't you think?

No, I don't think so.

I give orders this room to be kept 65
degrees. Look at the thermostat.

80. I could open the windows. No.

Wine could be disastrous. It doesn't
drop in temperature. What do you say,

Charles? Well, it would be inadvisable.
No.

Well, I'm not going to die of heat.
There's one thing. Go on. Take your

off. Go on. Take it off. Take it off.

Max. Sophie, you don't mind, do you,
darling?

No, I don't. No, there you are.

The wine can't mind either.

Come on, off with it, Max. Take it off.

That's it. Come on. The temperatures are
a little higher than yours.

What, you think you're going to sit
there and put us all to shame when

jagged? No, come on, off with it.

There. Oh, God, there goes your knife on
the floor. No, don't.

Don't pick it up, Max. That's not the
way to give you a nice clean one.

Don't worry. You've done anything nasty
and dirty off the floor. That's what my

mother taught me when I was little.

That's better than this.

Same. Ha, ha.

I like your suspenders, Charles.

Now, the rum's the wrong temperature.

Here we go.

Nice. Very good, the fish. Yes, very
good.

Well... The big moment has come.

Sophie, my darling, with your
permission.

Uh, Weiler, the lights, please.

We should have had candles.

Candlelight is still the best for
judging the color of a wine. My fault. I

forgot. It doesn't matter.

This is a big occasion for you, Max.

Something for you to tell your readers
about. No, tonight I'm not thinking of

readers. For me simply to be present
when the bottle was opened.

To drink the wine that no one will ever
drink again.

Oh, my dear Cthulhu, this is a privilege
for which I have no words to thank you.

No way to...

Express my gratitude. Well, don't upset
yourselves, my boy.

Well, enough of talking.

We have passed the time.

And now the moment has come.

Sophie, my darling.

My gift to you.

Charles.

Night.

Now, in this bottle is a mystery.

And we must have respect for it.
Charles, you were right. You said that

this bottle is corked, it keep its
secret.

But once it is open, it could be just
another bottle of bad wine, a joke, a

disaster. No, no, no. No, no, no.

We must not drink it. But, my dear,
because if you don't understand, the

is open. Calm yourself.

Calm yourself. Yes, but when the bottle
is open, the wine will die. Don't get

excited. Please believe me. I do know
what I'm talking about.

Mr. Dolan, please explain to him. Will
you explain to him?

That is the last bottle in the world.

Watch, my friend.

Watch very carefully look what I do

now

And an ambulance, quickly, please.

It

was

murder.

And we both witnessed it.

Your husband was playing on the fellow's
emotions. He knew to bring on a heart

attack and an accident.

Apparently he'd forgotten to bring his
pills.

Or had he?

Cthulhu took them out of his pocket,
didn't he?

You're looking well, Sophie.

I am well.

And happy.

I'm glad to hear it. Oh, thank you.

I'm also in love.

Who's it this time?

My husband. Who else?

No. Husband?

You know, it's hard to remember why I
was ever unhappy with Kirot.

When he emptied that bottle, poured the
wine all over the floor, because of

me. And killed your lover because of
you. When I knew how much I meant to

Well, Uncle Charles, I went to his room
that night.

Do forgive me.

I must go.

I have enjoyed our little chat.