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This earth is mine
and mine alone.
And why, my love?
When we caress
my arms possess the world.
I own the glow that's on the rose,
the grape that's on the vine,
the sign your lips design.
This earth is mine!
This earth is mine!
'Till you were there,
the earth was bear and dry,
my love.
I saw your eyes
and April skies unfurled.
The valley blooms,
the mountain sings
and brings us heaven sign.
Because of love,
this earth is yours,
this earth is mine.
I'll take your luggage.
Rambeau junction is the next stop.
- You're Elisabeth? - Yes.
I'm Francis Fairon, husband of your aunt Martha.
- How do you do? - I was sent to welcome you.
Will you give me your baggage checks?
David!
- Only one? - Yes.
- David, the son of Chu. - How do you do?
Give this to Henry. Put the luggage in the pickup.
- Yes, sir. - The car's over here.
Those are the Rambeau vineyards, on our left.
And on our right, Fairon vineyards.
As far as the eye can see in all directions.
Do you like our valley?
It's very large.
Not much like England.
All of this land of the United States is very large...
and strange.
I'm not making a very good start, am I?
At what?
Well, you, aunt Martha and grandfather,
and all the other I don't know,
taking me into your home.
I have no real claim on you.
I should try make you like me.
We are your family.
Elizabeth, your aunt Martha.
I'm so glad to see you!
We've been looking forward to having you here.
Your grandfather is waiting.
I said to Chu this morning
I hope you be a Rambeau in looks as well as in name.
And you are.
- Grandfather. - A Rambeau.
A real Rambeau, right, Chu?
The granddaughter is beautiful.
Chu came to California as long ago as myself.
He's my closest friend.
- How do you do? - Missy.
Now, tell me, how is my renegade son?
- Lon is well. - You call your father Lon?
He likes it. We both do.
It's extraordinary.
Then I to you will be Philippe.
- Father! - It's a bargain. I insist.
Lon has send her to me. Now she's mine to make happy.
Come, tell me everything.
She is tired, must have some rest before dinner.
I'm sorry. We'll talk later.
Come to your room.
Lon sent you a present. He wanted me to carry it to you.
- It's in my small case. - A present? For me?
- Yes. - Chu, go with her and get it.
It's good to have the breath of youth in this old house.
- Yes, father. - We can plan some excitement.
Love, love, love...
Born from you,
born from me
from hope.
Love, love, love...
Born from God, for the two of us,
born from our souls.
Feeling that your kisses will nestle in me,
like the dove messenger of light.
Knowing that my kisses will remain in you,
making on your lips the sign of the cross.
Love, love, love...
Chu, ask the musicians to stop playing.
Love...
Look at this, Elizabeth.
And you too, Andr�.
This is a grape.
Every time there's a guest
grandfather tells the same old chestnut.
It is a fruit that is picked from the vine.
Look at it, it's a simple thing,
but look at it closely.
The grape is the living proof of the existence of God
because it is a fruit which God created complete.
And which knows what it was created for,
and knows what to do,
it will turn itself in wine.
It'll not necessarily turn itself into good wine.
It'll not turn itself into Rambeau wine, but it'll turn itself into wine.
From the infancy of the world,
wine has been the symbol of man's communion with God.
Wine is used in church when we christen our children.
It is used in Mass
when we make our vows of marriage.
The first miracle of our Blessed Savior
was performed at a wedding,
when he turned the water into wine
to bless the union of a happy couple.
And with this wine,
in this glass sent to me by my son, Lon,
I am happy tonight to welcome a new member into our family,
my dear granddaughter Elizabeth.
Here, here.
Speech!
- Speech! - Speech!
I...
It's very nice of you, of all of you,
to try to make me feel that I belong
and to give me this welcome
and let me know that there's some place I am a...
That I am a member of the family.
I know that grandfather and aunt Martha have written several times to my father
asking me to visit.
The first time was when my mother died,
but he wanted me with him.
We liked being together and doing things together.
But that is... It seemed
that this time was the time he should send...
That I should come here.
I don't know all of you yet,
I hardly know your names yet,
but I promise to correct that.
Sing and don't cry.
Because singing makes you happy,
beautiful little heaven of my heart.
Sing and don't cry.
Because singing makes you happy,
beautiful little heaven...
I'll meet you in the pool. Last one it's a Democrat!
Confidentially there are only six families in the Valley.
All the others are newcomers, riff-raff, immigrants.
- Come on, let's swim. - It's a good idea.
Please, Elizabeth.
- May she, aunt Martha? - Why not?
You can dress in Francis' room.
Let's cool off! I'll meet you back here.
I don't have a swimming costume.
- I put one in your room. - Thank you, Monica.
Have good swim, my dear.
Elizabeth Rambeau.
Which one are you?
Another Rambeau. John.
A cousin. Well, almost a cousin.
- Pretty confused, aren't you? - Yes I am.
Who is that one? The woman talking with Martha?
That's the mother of Andr�, your intended.
Your aunt twice removed.
You're that scramble, you don't know which end is up.
I'm going to put my swimming costume.
... a pretty lighthouse
of ventures.
Sweet hope,
beautiful pleasure.
Carmen, Carmela...
Monica, where's Andr�?
- He's changing. - Yes, he isn't back yet.
- It's nice out here. - Quite a sight.
Listen.
Listen to the vines.
You can almost hear them grow.
What?
You're being funny.
mineralized earth, the best grape soil in the world.
- And so what? - I don't understand.
Got Prohibition here, haven't you heard?
Something about it.
The 18th amendment of the Constitution of the United States
to legislate what a free people should put in their stomach.
It means we can't sell wine.
- It seems silly. - It is silly.
We've had it for 12 long years.
- How do you like the clan? - How can I know yet.
Your precious mineralized earth is getting in my shoes.
- Take them off. - And ruin my hose?
Take them off too.
I bet you never had your naked feet in the ground?
It feels very peculiar, but it feels good.
Didn't you know you have been brought over for a wedding?
No, I did not.
That's the way it's done in our clan.
Old Philippe Rambeau had a lot of this earth,
but not enough.
And he had two daughters.
And they're two men named Fairon with a lot of this earth.
And so he married Isabel off to Ronald and that was absorbed.
And he married Martha off to Francis and that was absorbed.
And now there's Stag's Leap.
If Andr� marries out of the family,
it goes out of the family, and here we go again!
Look, Andr� is okay.
He doesn't give a hoot about grapes.
He wanted to become a priest. They knocked that out of him.
That's why I live up there.
That light is in my mother's room.
She's an invalid.
Now I place you.
I'm sorry about your mother and about your father too.
Why my father?
Unless I'm confused, aunt Martha said your father died.
So the story book has it.
My father is no more dead than we are.
The husband of my mother is dead.
Now I am confused.
Old Philippe also had two sons.
One son was Lon, flew the coop and married a French lady.
You are the result of that.
The other son was Victor and he married Charlotte Marti.
My sister Monica is the result of that.
My father met you at the train.
Uncle Francis?
Sweet uncle Francis, before he married aunt Martha.
What does that make me?
The family doesn't know I know, I have known about since I was a kid.
That's what you meant when you said "almost cousins".
How do you like the clan?
You are not in love with Andr�?
I am not in love with anyone.
That's a good girl.
You have been kissed, very well kissed.
You liked it too.
Hey!
You forgot your shoes.
Well?
What is the judgment on this young wine?
- Francis? - It has a nose, father.
But it seems to be a little flat on the palate.
Martha?
It lacks the characteristics of the original variety
and shows a premature growth.
On the contrary, Martha, dear.
- Ronald? - I leave it to the experts.
Good morning, grandfather.
Hi, Hugo. Sorry I'm late.
You have almost missed the tasting of Chablis.
Nothing lost. I tasted it twice before.
Nevertheless, John, I want your opinion.
Very well, grandfather.
1930, made from the chardonnay.
Vineyard number 3, rich soil.
It needs to be balanced with a blending of pinot blanc.
In what proportion?
20%.
Rush into a change like that baldheaded?
As usual, John, you go to extremes.
I'll consider your suggestion.
Grandfather,
four times a year we go through the same... stupidity.
Tasting samples of the wines we're not allowed to make.
Four times a year for 12 long years.
- John, show a little respect for... - For what, Prohibition?
You know that word upsets your grandfather.
It is a law, John, and as long it is a law,
it'll be obeyed by me and by mine.
John, when I started at the mountain vineyard
- where I make the wines for the altar... - No, grandfather.
Please, don't put us through this "grape is a holy fruit" thing.
- John! - It started there and I have built...
- An empire, a dynasty. - I am proud of that.
A wine dynasty that can't operate, which can't do anything.
- Present the next wine, Hugo. - Yes, sir.
- Good morning, cousin Elizabeth. - Good morning, Tim.
- May I take him for you? - Yes, thank you.
- You are Tim, aren't you? - Sure I am.
I'm looking for grandfather. Chu said the winery.
Go right through that door, they'll find him for you.
John, what's your opinion of this cabernet?
My opinion is that this grape will go broke.
I don't mean any disrespect.
I don't.
But you make us live in a dream world.
We grow grapes. Let's sell grapes!
Organize the growers to control the shipping and the price.
There's a fortune.
Martha would like to say she agrees, but she doesn't dare.
Ours is a business for gentleman.
Yes, there's a fortune to be made
in selling grapes to gangsters to make sour-belly wine.
We didn't make the law. The whole nation breaks it.
The law itself is responsible for gangsters.
- Other growers sell grapes. - No people in this valley.
Not Mamoulian, Petucci and Yakowitz,
and all the others you've been supporting,
who have been feeding off the grand man of wine.
Why, John, "the grand"?
I would rate myself not so high.
But I am a winemaker. That's who I have been and will be.
So each year I shall tend my vines and cultivate and graft and replant.
I should taste my wines to make them better.
I should sell only the grapes that are suitable for the table
or for raisins.
I shall plow under the wine grapes to nourish and replenish the soil.
I should do this until these dark days are passed
and I am permitted to resume in a way that is legal and honorable.
- I'm interrupting? - In the nicest possible way.
- Did you have a good ride? - Very good.
- Have a glass of wine. - No, thank you, I'm in the way.
John, show my granddaughter through the winery, please.
She has come to join a family of winemakers
and she'll want to begin to learn something about it.
Anything you say, sir.
- Don't forget our luncheon today. - I won't, aunt Martha.
John.
I think you're right about the Chablis and vineyard number 3.
Thank you, sir.
- What are they? - Redwood vats.
Vats?
You look like Alice in Wonderland.
I am in Wonderland.
Well, listen, Alice.
What did you mean last night at the table when you almost said
that was the right time for your father to send you here?
- It was a slip of the tongue. - A slip of the tongue?
They're so enormous. You can't mean they're wine vats.
A million and a half gallons of good wine spoiling.
Why spoiling?
They've been kept in grammar school too long.
You see? Wine is a living thing.
That's the first thing you have to understand.
"Grapes are completed to make wine,
but must be tutored to make good wine.
To know how to educate them is the art of a good winemaker".
First we squeeze the juice of the grapes into tanks over there.
Fermentation starts.
That's kindergarten.
At just the right time, the master takes the juice out of the tanks
and puts the young wines into these vats.
And that's grammar school.
I see.
That slip of yours,
are you sure it was a slip of the tongue?
Yes, I'm very sure.
You take a first bunch of children starting out in the first grade.
Some of them are slow to learn
and they ought to be kept in grammar school a long time.
Take them too soon out of the redwood vats,
and it's not good.
Some of the children are bright, quick to learn.
Leave those wines in grammar school too long,
they stop learning and be spoiled.
That's what is happening.
If I could get my hands in all this,
I could make into brandy before it is too late.
An boy, what a hangover!
Now, this is what we call high school.
These are casks. They are made of oak.
Redwood is all right up to a point,
but when it comes the time for aging and mellowing,
when the wines really learn, oak is the thing.
- You get it, cousin? - "Almost cousin".
By the way, I don't tell that to everybody.
I'd just you didn't either.
Let's not have another slip of the tongue.
Some of these casks come from Spain, some from France.
Look at this one, it's a 100 years old.
Are you gonna marry Andr�?
Doesn't that classify as not your business?
Andr� is a friend of mine, I wouldn't like to see him get hurt.
What's in you, Elisabeth?
Secret?
I wish I know.
Grandfather told you only to show me the winery.
So he did.
You and I have a long way to go.
- What in the world? - Limestone cave.
Nature's refrigerating.
Temperature doesn't vary in here one degree, winter or summer.
This, we'd call it the university.
The wines have learned all they'll ever know.
They've been graduated into bottles. Are you impressed?
Yes I am.
Seriously, John, you know an awful lot.
Yeah, I know a lot, but it doesn't do me good.
How did you get away last night?
- Of what? - No shoes.
I crept into the house a back way and put on another pair.
- Did Martha notice? - I hope not.
Terrible scandal.
Girl goes into vineyard with man. Girl comes out with no shoes.
- One minute you're nice and next... - I'll be nice.
I'll return your stockings.
Lucky stockings.
I'll be very nice.
I'll even return your shoes some day.
Look. Come here.
Come here.
You can see the pick marks.
The cave was dug by Chinese. Old Chu was one of them.
Look at the marks here.
Feel it.
It feels good. Go ahead.
Soft, right?
Soft as a women's hair.
Don't run away again.
I've got a lot more to show you.
- You're a great one for showing. - You're a great one for running.
Well, the last stop on our special tour:
the packing shed.
Built after the start of Prohibition.
These are eating grapes.
Table grapes. That's what they've got us down to.
She is pretty.
And very interested in you.
- Shall I give her a whirl? - Please yourself.
Elizabeth, you must hurry, we'll be late.
Thank you, John, you're a wonderful guide.
Thank you. You're a beautiful picture bride.
Who are you?
- I'm sorry, Mr Rambeau. I didn't... - What's your name?
- Buz Dietrick. I... - Nelson Dietrick's daughter?
Yes. Please, don't tell my pa, he'll kill me.
I've no intention of telling your father.
Is it your policy to fire grapes at everybody who passes through?
- No, I won't do it again. - See that you don't.
Yes, sir.
Stag's Leap, Andr�'s vineyards.
Combined with us are the largest vineyards in the world.
Martha, wasn't it a shock to you,
at least a surprise
when you suddenly received the cable from Lon
saying that Elisabeth was on her way?
No, I wasn't surprised, not the least.
After all, Lon knows Andr�
and he thinks about Elizabeth's future.
You love possessions, don't you?
Beautiful possessions, like this.
- Beautiful. - What do you see?
- See? - I see the whole world
of many centuries ago, when the Earth was flat and simple
and man was happier and at ease with his mind.
I see a monk in a quiet cell patiently doing this, as a service to God
he was so sure was in the heaven directly over-head.
John told me you wanted to become a priest.
Yes, I kept a lot of though.
The first question in life is to make up your mind.
The second is to decide how much you're willing to pay for it.
The world is a market in which you pay for what you get.
John will get what he wants if he has to kill for it.
Your grandfather got his but... By the way,
did you know your grandfather worked for my grandfather?
No.
The point is if you are a peasant, you are a peasant.
I didn't mean that badly.
He has made his fortune since, of course, in his vineyard
with his eyes always looking at the ground.
I suppose I've always liked to keep the eyes in the other direction,
up at the sky.
I've wanted a kind of inner life that was calm and content.
Maybe I've always had too much of material things.
I was born very rich, Elizabeth.
A good catch.
- Andr�, tell me something. - What?
Last night, when grandfather...
Well, practically married us off in front of everybody,
- you didn't seem surprised. - I wasn't.
Elizabeth, there's much to be said for an arrange marriage.
You know were you stand. There's not an emotional push and pull.
It's nice, I suppose...
Serene like
a quiet warm afternoon in the fall.
- Hi, Mr John. - Yakowitz.
Hi.
- Every grower in the Valley is here. - Good.
- Hi, Dietrick. - Dietrick. Hello, Buz.
Hi, Mr Rambeau.
What time do I pick you up?
- About an hour. Wait for me here. - Hi, Buz.
Excuse me, Mr Dietrick.
Hi, Luigi.
- How about a movie tonight? - No.
She's busy. She's doing a chore for me.
Some other time?
I told you to stay away form that "Eyetalian".
What other kind of fellow is gonna look at me the way I'm dressed?
I'm gonna buy me a new dress and a pair of shoes.
- Groceries is more important. - Red shoes!
Get the groceries.
Gentleman, you can't sell wine now,
and no one can say when, or if you ever will again.
You're going broke.
But you all grow grapes,
and there's prosperity for everyone of you
in this association of growers.
I'll represent you in this association
for a fair percentage of the price I get for your grapes.
You've been getting 5 or 6 dollars a ton.
In Chicago I'll get 50 dollars a ton, FOB.
Mr John, who is this "FOB"?
- Explain it to him. - Yes, sir.
Mr Mamoulian, it means that the buyer
will pay the freight or hauling costs
from shipping point to destination.
- Thank you. - Any other questions?
Mr Yakowitz?
We small growers have always sold our grapes
to Mr Philippe Rambeau.
Does he join this association?
I think he will, later,
when he sees the price we get for the grapes
and the money it brings into the Valley.
Mr John, please.
Who will buy these grapes at 50 dollars a ton?
Mr Petucci, I have contact with a syndicate in Chicago.
Who is this syndicate, bootlegger fellows?
After a dealer sells you a truck, Mr Petucci,
it's not his business what you do with it, what you haul in it or how you treat it.
After you sell your grapes,
it's not your business what the buyer does with them.
Let's think of it that way.
I think about it.
Now, gentleman, as I explained before,
it's important every grower in the Valley
signs this association contract.
Otherwise, we'll not be able to control the market
and get the big price.
Mr John, now I'll go and ask Mr Rambeau.
I he says for me to sign the contract, I sign.
Me too.
I'll also.
Luigi Griffanti.
Yes, sir.
My grandfather has been buying your grapes
ever since Prohibition closed the winery
and plowing them into the ground for fertilizer.
It's only reasonable he cannot keep this up forever
even at 5 dollars a ton.
We'll ask him anyway.
What do you know about them foreigners?
Specially them "Eyetalians".
My grandfather is getting old.
He is set in his ways.
We cannot expect him see things in the modern way we do.
When I'm in Chicago some gentleman form the syndicate may visit you
and explain to you how important it is
that everyone signs the contract.
- Are we in agreement? - Yeah.
Hey?
Hello!
You came for my children's party?
- Who are you? - We came with a contract.
I won't sign the contract for the monopoly.
Okay.
I'll fight any man.
He wins, I sign.
I win, I won't sign.
- Sign! - I won't sign!
I won't sign!
I won't sing!
No! No! No!
No!
- I won't sign! - Speed her up.
- No! - Faster! Faster!
- No! - Faster!
I won't sign the contract! Go away!
Come back, Petucci, and sign the contract!
Mr Philippe Rambeau said no sign the contract.
I no sign!
- Please, don't shoot! - Tell him to sign!
I won't sign!
Do it! Let's finish with it.
Go away! I won't sign!
Let's finish with it! If not, they'll kill you.
Please, come down and sign.
Look, it's John.
Look at him.
Hello, John.
- How was Chicago? - Good to see you.
When this prodigal son comes home
he brings along his own fatted calf.
Or should I say the "bacon"?
- What a killing you made in Chicago! - Yes. Not bad...
- What a killing you made. Boy! - Excuse me.
John!
- Hello, Buz. - Mr Rambeau, this is Mrs Yakowitz.
- Hello, Mr Rambeau. - How are you?
You say we'll get 50 dollars a ton for grapes and we get 80.
80 dollars a ton.
- When we'll get a 100? - I don't know.
- Mr John said he just started. - Excuse me.
- John, how are you? - Fine, uncle Francis. Hello, Suzanne.
- Hi, Johnny. - Welcome. I'm glad you are back.
- Glad to be home. - John!
Sis!
- When did you get back? - Just got off the train.
John, I want you to meet someone.
- Who? - Come on.
Nate, wait a minute.
- Darling... - Hello, Mary.
- John. - I want you to meet Nate Forster.
This is my brother John.
- How do you do? - I've been looking forward to this.
Excuse me, dear. I've just asked Mary to dance.
- See you in a minute. - Fine.
Is it serious?
Sit down, sis.
Alright, tell me.
Nate has asked me to marry him.
What should I tell him?
- Jewish boy? - Do you mind?
- Do you love him? - Yes I do.
Is your life, sis. Live it.
John.
If it isn't indecent for a sister to say to her brother,
- I love you. - I love you too, sis.
I love a lot of things a lot of people don't know I do.
Let's dance.
- Do you mind? - Mind what?
Changing partners.
Elizabeth.
You've made the whole valley hum with your name.
- You wanna dance or talk? - Some things aren't so pleasant.
I've got something to say to you.
Grandfather says you sell grapes to gangsters.
I didn't came here to talk about grandpa or the price of grapes.
I love you, Elizabeth.
I love you.
- Please. - It's crazy. I know it is.
But nothing like this ever happened to me.
- I couldn't stay away... - No, please. No.
I won't take no.
You don't mean no.
- We're alike. We belong. - I want...
- I want to be honest. - Be honest.
You're nice enough to tell me something about yourself.
The word that describes the nature of my birth, my character?
I owe to you to tell you something about me.
All I wanna hear is you love me as much I love you.
First, you must know that once I was
very much in love with a man in England.
You was? Not is?
I loved him with all my heart.
And now there's a man here. Me.
He was rough, like you.
Violent, physical...
I was his.
Until even my father called me a fool and sent me away.
Are you trying to make me believe you're gonna marry Andr�?
Yes. Yes, I will.
And resign from life
a dried up married old maid?
Come off it.
Andr� is good. He's safe, kind...
And owns Stag's Leap.
And you'll swindle him and cheat me
and prostitute yourself.
Elizabeth, I've been looking for you.
- Anything wrong? - No.
John, my pal.
Come on over to the table. Have a drink with your friends.
- Come on! - Why not?
You're our hero.
- Sit down. - Thank you.
You know Buz. You know everybody at the table.
I don't know if you know Clarissa.
Clarissa Smith, John Rambeau, my friend.
Pleased to meet you.
This is the boy who is making us rich.
Some of us fought against it, what a laugh.
Salute!
- Grape brandy. Made it myself. - Yeah?
On account of you I could afford champagne.
- Well, cheers. - Cheers.
- You wanna dance, Buz? - My feet hurt.
- I feel like dancing. - Go ahead. I don't mind.
Say Clarissa, Luigi wants to dance.
More than glad to.
Honest, I'm outta breath.
You could knocked me over with a feather.
You could knocked me over with a feather.
You coming over here and all.
Leaving your own party and all just to come over.
- Listen you. - Listen what?
Nice fitting dress you've got on.
It's a new dress. I'm glad you like it.
And red shoes.
You notice everything, don't you?
I generally keep my eyes open.
- I just bet you do. - Listen.
How about you and me?
You and me what?
You wanna dance? I'll be glad to dance.
I got the car outside.
I couldn't. Luigi would kill me.
Luigi has the right to kill you?
Nobody has got rights over me.
But he brought me her and all.
It's hot in here.
I wanna, Mr Rambeau,
don't think I don't wanna.
You call me up for a date some night and see.
I don't wanna call you for a date some night and see.
I wanna take you with me right now.
Take me with you?
And what?
It's up to you.
Just ride around.
I wanna, Mr Rambeau, honestly.
Tell him you're tired or sick. Tell him anything.
Pick a fight with him.
I'll wait outside just long enough to smoke a cigarette.
Mr Rambeau, please.
I'm sorry, Mr Rambeau, that I took so long.
Can we just sit here a minute? I told him I had to go to the thing.
What are you doing? Mr Rambeau, I can't go with you.
Thank you, Andr�.
Is getting late and I'm a bit tired.
You're also upset about something.
- Anything I've done? - No, of course not.
Elizabeth, I have never put much value on what people call
"romantic love", but...
I'm coming to the opinion that I could fall rather helplessly
in love with you.
Thank you, Andr�.
- May I see you tomorrow? - Yes, of course.
Good night.
Good night.
Elizabeth.
- Still up, aunt Martha? - Waiting for you, dear.
- Why didn't Andr� come in? - I didn't ask him.
Do you think that's wise?
Come here, dear.
I wanna talk to you.
- You may go, Chu. - Mr Philippe is still outside.
Wait for him somewhere else.
- Was it a nice party? - Yes.
Did you have a nice time?
- Yes, aunt Martha. - Sit down.
Have you and Andr� set the date for your wedding?
No.
I should, my darling. The sooner the better.
Andr� and I are good friends.
Perhaps if given a little time, until maybe romance, love...
That's surprisingly immature of you, my dear.
When I was your age I thought I was in love once.
But I married your uncle Francis and look how well it turned out.
Because it added the Fairon vineyards to the empire?
Let's look at it wise.
It is important Andr�'s vineyards be kept with your own.
Your grandfather spent his life building up what we have.
And after he's gone,
I shall be very proud to carry it on.
You've been sent into my care.
I want you to be happy,
with a true, deep happiness.
But you must trust me, you must confide in me.
Confide what, aunt Martha?
Everything.
Just as you would do with your mother.
Why did Lon suddenly decide to send you here to live
when always before he's refused to let you come here to visit?
Well, he said...
He thought it was for my best interest.
I think that's not the complete story.
A woman sees things in another woman
than a man very often misses.
Sees them immediately, right form the start.
How should I say?
Let me put it this way:
A woman can tell when a girl ceases to be a girl
and becomes a young lady.
The evidences is just as clear when a young lady
grows into a woman.
Men are much slower seeing these things.
I want you to set the date with Andr�
before he gets the idea he may be getting,
I have to be melodramatic, my dear,
getting damaged goods.
Aunt Martha,
if you are worry I might be pregnant, you can dismiss the thought.
Darling, until you mentioned it
the idea never entered my mind.
You're tired, go to bed.
Good night.
Philippe!
Now, now, now.
Did your aunt Martha upset you?
I saw John.
Yes, that rascal has returned.
I quarreled with him and spoiled the party for him.
Pay no attention to John.
He likes pretty girls.
All pretty girls, he means nothing.
I saw you form the house.
I came out to be with you.
Yes.
I often walk among the vines at night to find peace and comfort
with Mother Earth.
But there's no peace, no comfort
since violence has been brought into my Valley.
Neighbor has turned upon neighbor.
There's corruption
that could end in tragedy.
When man ceases to work and learns to scheme,
he loses respect for soil.
Then he is unworthy of the riches from the soil.
When I was a boy, I was a little more than a beggar, no family
drifting from city to city.
I had gone into a great cathedral to escape the rain.
I can still feel the cold and the hunger.
And I saw a gleaming altar,
the seven points of candlelight on each side,
the gold and silver vessels shimmering.
Even now I can relive the furious desire to be rich.
I, the son of the man
who made the wine for the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass,
had fallen so low,
as to covet the vessels on the altar.
I sank on my knees, in penitence.
As the procession came down the aisle,
the holy water fell on my unkempt, bowed head.
"Cleanse me with hyssop and I shall be clean",
they chanted.
All through the Mass I remained kneeling.
The sacred words coming down on me.
The incense drifting over me.
I rose at last, and went out to fill my resolve.
Like my father,
I'd make wine for the altar,
but it'll be on America,
were all men will be rich
and I the richest of all.
John?
- Yes, mother. - Are you alright?
That's a fine question for you to ask me.
Why aren't you asleep?
Pain bed tonight?
- It wasn't pain that kept me away. - What was it?
A mother's feeling
- Did you go to the party? - Yeah.
Saw the young of the clan.
- Rather glad about Monica. - Yes. Nate's a dear boy.
John, did you see your grandfather?
I know what the old gentleman would say. I know what I'd tell him too.
"Old Philippe, you're a fine hypocrite.
You got your pile and you never stopped driving'.
And you object me gettin' mine".
Maybe I won't see him at all.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
Where are you going?
Chicago, maybe.
New York, I don't know.
Look, you don't want a lopsided son, do you?
I don't understand.
I got me a little wealth for this pocket. Now I gotta get me some for this.
And then I can stand up straight.
Darling, I wish I could help you.
You butt your head all around like a young bull.
You're at war with yourself.
The best qualities in you,
the wonderful things, you won't let them grow.
Mom...
- I'll be alright. - I'll pray God you will be.
John, you're a lonely person.
It's going to be a lonely long road until you find yourself.
It's hard for a mother to help a son.
I wish your father were alive.
You go to sleep.
I love you, girl.
You don't deserve what they dealt you.
Good night.
- Is everybody awake in this house? - Why did you run out?
- Didn't you have fun? - Sure, sis. Barrels.
- Good night. - Good night.
Goodbye, sis. All the luck.
- Take care of you. - John!
I went to the house.
Your mother said you're leaving for Chicago.
- Perhaps New York. - That's right.
I came to...
You must see your grandfather before you leave.
He's worried about you.
By the time I come back, I'll be able to worry about him.
- Please see him. - I saw him.
Board!
But he was angry, your were angry.
- Pardon me, lady. - He loves you.
So he loves me?
- How long will you be away? - I'll mail you a postcard.
It wouldn't fix anything.
It wouldn't change a thing if I were to say it...
that I'm in love with you.
Say it!
I don't want to but I can't help myself.
It doesn't change anything, it only makes things worse.
You be here when I come back. You understand?
- Yes. - And just as you are.
- Yes. - All in one piece. You understand?
Yes.
I love you, John!
This is blackmail!
- It's an outrage! - Father!
You want 200 acres of rich grape land
- to keep your mouth shut? - Father.
Everybody is getting rich but me.
Even them dirty "Eyetalians". Them dirty foreign riff-raff.
I have the right to land. And grapes too.
- I only got a little patch like... - Don't you dare.
- Don't speak to Mr Rambeau like this. - Rambeau! Rambeau!
What about Dietrick? What about my poor girl?
- You take your girl and get out of here. - Father!
Keep calm.
Please, wait outside, wait in the next room.
Please.
I'll talk to him.
He may do as he threatens. He may even go to the newspapers.
- I will not be coerced. - Father...
- lf I were handling this... - You're not, Martha!
I could kill John.
Things are coming to a pass with that family.
- Monica marrying Nate Forster... - This does not concern me.
Concerns all of this, the Rambeaus and the Fairons.
Father, please, try to arrange things with this man.
We've always managed to arrange things.
There's never been a scandal in this family.
Think of Elizabeth and Andr�. The Swans have they pride too.
Talk to him.
He's a blackmailer who will always take money.
But don't give them any land.
And I will talk to the girl.
Alright.
Tell him to come in.
Try not to lose your temper. Please, stay calm.
Mr Dietrick, I have spoken to Mr Rambeau on your behalf.
Yeah?
He would like to talk to you alone. Won't you go in?
My dear, I know just how you feel.
I'll bet you don't.
Let's sit over here and talk.
Maybe something nice can be arranged for you.
Sit down.
You're so attractive, so very pretty.
There must be lots of young men who chase after you.
Not anymore they won't, they run the other way.
Is there any young man in particular who is interested in you?
There was. Luigi Griffanti.
Luigi Griffanti? A fine young man, very handsome.
We're busted up.
Luigi is "Eyetalian" and pa loathes "Eyetalians".
You must know there are ways to get around such prejudices.
Thank you, Mr Rambeau.
- I'll be here tomorrow. - Get out!
Mr Dietrick, I've had a very long talk with your daughter and...
Excuse me. I didn't know you had company.
It's alright. They're just leaving.
Miss and Mr Dietrick, Miss Elizabeth Rambeau.
- Pleased to meet you. - How do you do?
- I've seen Miss Dietrick. - Have you heard from him?
- Heard from whom? - John Rambeau, who else?
Well, yes, I have.
I haven't and I'm in trouble.
- What kind of trouble? - What kind of trouble is there.
That John. What he'll do next?
First he runs off to consort with gangsters
and he drags our name through the dirt with that trollop.
I want you to paint columns blue.
Yes, sir. The spindles too?
- Yeah. And the banisters too. - Yes, sir.
Luigi, somebody wants you on the telephone.
- Who is it? - I don't know. Didn't give the name.
Now do just as I told you.
Luigi?
Hello, Luigi, where you been?
Fine question you to be asking me. Where you have been?
You know where I've been,
at home, working like a slave.
You know why I don't see you. It's pa.
You know pa.
Pa isn't reasonable.
- Pa says this is... - Decent.
Pa says this is a decent American home
and he doesn't like foreigners, specially "Eyetalians".
Yeah, you and your old man...
This Italian is doing alright.
I love "Eyetalians". You know that.
You love Italians so much...
how about a date Saturday night?
Saturday night?
If I can sneak away.
Listen, Luigi, I got something to tell you.
I hope you'll like it.
We gotta get married!
Get married?
We gotta! We just gotta!
We are?
Yeah! Yeah, sure!
Yeah.
- Congratulations! - Take good care of her!
I believe that Nate will be a credit to the family.
Monica is grateful to Philippe for taking him into the business.
She's a dear girl.
You know, it's hard for me not to be able to tell her
that it was you who arranged it.
Anything for you.
If I could bear the pain for you, I would.
My dear,
don't you suppose I know you bear pain, too?
You have a son whom you can never call "my son."
Have you heard from John?
Only one card in all the time he's been away.
- I hope he's all right. - He's all right, I am sure.
John perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
The wine stirs. It's restless! Listen.
- Why, Hugo? - It's spring.
The wine knows that,
just as a tree knows and put out buds,
and a bird knows and builds its nest.
It's a lovely thought. I hope it's true.
First Elizabeth said spring and then she said summer.
A man doesn't enjoy being left dangling!
Andr�, be patient. Be patient!
What you're planning to do is unthinkable.
I don't know that I make such a good husband.
- I'm not suited to marriage. - Nonsense!
I'd like to return to Europe.
Live in Italy. Rome, maybe Florence.
Life is more satisfying there.
Be patient. Remember?
Tell Elizabeth I was here.
Francis, we must do something about Elizabeth. She's a little fool!
Andr� is thinking of selling Stag's Leap.
Cutting it up into parcels
and selling it to all the riffraff that come flooding in here
- because the price of grapes is high. - Let's not go to pieces about it.
How is Charlotte?
A little better, the pain is less.
She's worried about John.
- She might be! - She's ill, Martha.
- Try to think more kindly of her. - Why?
Because she bore a son
who should've been mine?
- Luigi? - Yes, mama?
What are you gonna christen the baby?
Maybe Manuele, after papa.
- What's the matter with Luigi Junior? - No, I don't like "Junior."
Maybe Giuseppe? I had a rich uncle in Rome.
Or Ricardo, after grandpapa.
No. Ricardo here, Ricardo there... It's too common.
Maybe it's better Manuele.
And maybe Alfredo, for papa's brother.
I got it! I got it, Luigi!
Cesare! It's got class!
Cesare Ferricio Griffanti.
I just love it.
The way you have my baby named
when you don't know if it's going to be a boy or a girl.
It's gonna be a boy. There's no girls in our family.
Black hair, big black eyes!
A beautiful bambino name of Manuele.
Any objection?
Yes, I got objections!
In the first place, my baby's won't be christened!
For heaven's sake!
- Just named! - What do I hear?
And in the second place, if it's a boy, I'll call him...
John.
- John? - Luigi, what's this John?
Giovanni.
John? Why John?
- After my father. - Your father's name's Nelson!
His middle name's John.
It's for Luigi to say! For the papa!
- And the papa says "Manuele". - Whose baby is it?
- Manuele! - You make my boy ashamed!
It's my baby and I'll do what I want with it!
A man who can't control his wife is not a man!
- Don't pick on her, mama. - "Mama, mama, mama".
That's all I hear!
I love the way you "Eyetalians" talk about me as if I wasn't here.
Listen how she answers! Make her shut up!
Luigi!
Luigi!
I've gotta go in.
- The baby? - Yes.
Mama! Mama, the baby!
The bambino.
My grandson is born! What glory!
Carry her inside! Hurry!
I'll run for the doctor!
Doctor? Who wants the doctor?
I'm here!
My grandson is born! What glory!
Hello! Anybody home?
Chu?
Anybody home?
Aunt Martha, dear!
What are you doing here?
Well, is that a welcome?
How dare you come back?
I said to my mother last year,
"I've got a load of it here but I'm empty here,
I won't come back till I'm in balance"!
- I'm ready to talk to grandfather. - Father isn't here.
John!
My boy!
- This is a surprise! - Hi, uncle Francis.
Where is he?
You may come in...
if you wish.
I'll try not to dirty the carpets.
Father's on the way to the mountain vineyard.
- Without you? - He took Elizabeth.
Isn't she here?
How is Elizabeth?
I haven't heard from her for months.
- Is she all right? - Yes, she is.
John,
since you are prospering,
there is something you might do for us.
Buy Stag's Leap?
Yes, as a matter of fact,
and make a down payment on our forgiveness,
your grandfather's, and mine, and the whole family's!
No, thank you, aunt Martha, dear!
I'm not in the market for just Stag's Leap.
Grandfather and I will be able to buy the whole valley!
Sit down, John.
Father isn't well.
If you have anything to say to him, it might better be relayed through me.
You put it beautifully, as always, old enemy.
I'm a better friend of yours than you think.
I've already done something more for you than you know.
I'd be interested to hear.
If I decide to tell you, I'll do so.
I'm sure you'll pick the right moment.
John!
Don't take that tone to your aunt Martha!
Then let's you and I talk, uncle Francis.
Tell us both.
The demand for grapes is high.
The price is going up more every day.
I said I had money.
Well, I haven't
because it's committed for freight cars to deliver grapes!
I'll buy every grape in the Valley
and not a grape can move without me.
But I need the Rambeau-Fairon grapes, or I'll go broke.
Do you think father would let you have
his grapes to make bootleg wine?
In his noble chest beats a heart that dearly loves a dollar.
You're smart enough to know this is the chance of a lifetime!
Well, if I help.
Yes.
I'll help you, John.
You won't be sorry.
Don't think I'm doing it out of any love for you.
I don't even like you.
But I respect your talent for business.
And if we can keep father out of this and persuade him to stay...
Won't do!
I have to talk to him! I owe it to him and to myself!
I have to look him straight in the eye!
Mountain won't come to me, so I'll go to the mountain.
Be seeing you!
Exactly here.
The first acre of ground I owned in America.
Which became 10 acres, then 100...
until my vineyards reached to the sky.
And it was on this hill that I met your grandmother.
Marie Theresa.
She was above me in station, but as poor as I.
She was helping with the harvest.
She believed in what I believed and consented to become my wife.
We had an idea that noble wines
could be blended by the wedding of the right vines,
just as good bloods are blended to make a good family.
It was her idea to bring
the cuttings from the valley,
to add the softness of the valley to the strong mountain vines.
The grafting of vines is like a marriage.
To us a holly marriage, for we decided
that the wines for the Church would be made here.
We worked here, side by side,
day after day,
as many hours as there was light,
on our knees,
our hands in the earth.
There never was another woman like your grandmother.
God rest her soul.
She waits for me...
there.
You can understand now why, to me, this is sacred ground.
It's John, the young scalawag.
- Mr John! - Chu, how are you?
- Hello! - So you've returned!
I saw Martha and Francis, they approve!
- Approve of what? New ideas!
Big business in grapes.
We'll take more gold out of this earth than you ever dreamed!
Get your hands out of that soil!
Get off this piece of earth!
How dare you offend your grandfather like that?
- Elizabeth! - What kind of man are you?
I'm doing it for you. I thought you'd understand. For us.
You're talking to the wrong girl!
- What do you mean? - What about Buz?
Buz? Dietrick?
Well, what about her?
- She's married to Luigi Griffanti. - So what?
God bless 'em! I hope she's happy!
If I were a man, I'd be ashamed!
I'd be ashamed if the mother of my child
had to marry someone else to give it a name.
What kind of cock and bull story is this?
Aunt Martha and grandfather had to pay your way out!
Where did this come from? There's not a word of truth in it!
- I'll make her tell you. - Do that!
And while you're there, take a look at your son!
But never come back here!
I hope something dreadful happens to you.
I told Chu to bring the tea out here.
- I thought you'd prefer it. - Fine, Elizabeth.
Philippe.
Look at that smoke.
Smoke?
That's the vineyard! Your grandmother's vineyard!
Philippe!
- Chu! - Grandfather!
Elizabeth, get help!
Philippe, you mustn't!
Grandfather, come back! Philippe!
Philippe!
You mustn't!
- Come home. - It's your grandmother's vineyard!
Chu!
This sacred earth!
I'm John Rambeau, I want to see Buz.
- Mr Rambeau? - Tell her to hurry.
Yes, sir.
- John Rambeau? - Yes, to see Mrs Griffanti, please.
You got visitor. Mr John Rambeau.
John Rambeau?
He say to hurry up.
- Would you hold him? - You keep him!
Buz, come out here.
- Mr Rambeau... - I've got to talk to you.
Luigi!
What's the matter, mama?
Luigi, now I know why she wanted to name the baby John!
I'm sorry.
But my Pa... He made me go there.
He made me say the things.
I'm ashamed.
I love Luigi and my baby!
- Help me clear up this lie! - I'll do anything!
Come with me and tell the truth to Elizabeth.
I can't go right now, Mr Rambeau.
With the baby and all the things I got to do...
Then I'll bring Elizabeth here.
You promise to tell her! You promise?
Yes. I promise, Mr Rambeau.
Rambeau!
Wait!
What're you doin' with my wife?
- Keep your shirt on! - I'll kill you!
No, Luigi!
- No! - Are you crazy?
- Yes. - No!
I'm not interested in your wife!
Listen, Luigi! That's wrong!
- I'll kill you! - You've got it wrong!
Kill him, Luigi!
Stop it, Luigi! Stop it!
- Kill him, Luigi! - No, Luigi!
- Kill him! - No, Luigi!
Kill him, Luigi!
- Luigi, he's the father of the child! - Stop it!
Kill him!
He's the one who cheated you!
Stop it! Stop it, Luigi!
Give it to him, Luigi!
The baby is his! It's his baby!
Stop it! Why don't you listen?
Kill him...
Stop it!
- It's a lie! - Luigi, kill him!
Kill him!
I love you! Why don't you listen? I want to explain!
You straighten him out while I'm gone! And tell him the truth!
Yes, Mr Rambeau.
- Get Elizabeth and bring her back here. - I'll tell her.
Luigi!
No! No!
- Mama! Mama! - Luigi!
- He's dead! - What have you done?
Luigi, you've killed an innocent man!
Innocent!
The bullet lodged in the spine.
I didn't feel justified in an immediate operation.
There was evidence of shock at first,
but he's rallying pretty well from that.
We'd like it if you wouldn't try to spare us,
but tell us how bad it is.
The long nerve trunk to his left leg is injured.
On the left side he's paralyzed from the waist down.
There's some swelling and that may account for the paralysis.
In that case, it could be temporary.
- But it could be permanent? - Well... yes.
Yes, it could be.
I should like consultation on the case.
I suggest you call in a neurosurgeon. The nearest one is in San Francisco.
Call the best man you know!
John?
- Can you hear me? - Yes.
Forgive me.
I feel so... guilty.
You got your wish.
If I'd had the grace to forgive you, no matter what...
If I'd had the strength to love you, no matter what...
Your voice shakes the bed.
"'Do you love me? ', I said in a low tone.
'Yes', she murmured, as in a dream.
I plunged the blade with all my strength into her breast,
beneath her bosom, on the left.
She rose with a spring, fell back and breathed no more.
I left the house, walked the street until dawn
and surrendered myself to the law."
Come in.
Here you are, a glass of hot milk.
Milk! Take it away! Where're today's newspapers?
- Chu has them - Chu, give me the papers.
The honorable doctor has come.
- Who ordered him? - I did, father.
I might have known! Where are my glasses?
I hid them. Doctor's orders.
Unhide 'em! What're you trying to make out of me?
I've got nothing but a cold.
An ordinary chest cold.
- Is it safe to come in? - Try it, why don't you?
- Good morning, Albert. - How are you feeling today?
He's terrible, doctor. Like a bear with a sore head.
Martha, at this season of the year there must be something
you are needed for in the Valley.
You and Francis came for a week. Your week is up!
Very well. We'll leave today, if you wish.
- Come on, Elizabeth. - No. Elizabeth stays here!
When people hide my glasses,
I need someone to use for a pair of eyes.
- Good-bye. - Good-bye.
- It's good news! - Read it, darling.
"Oregon votes for repeal.
Today Oregon became the 20th state
to vote for repeal of the 18th Amendment."
Good! Good!
The tide is rolling! The people are speaking!
Prohibition will be dead before the year is up!
- Keep quiet! I can't hear a thing. - Get me out of this bed!
I'll make wine this year! Good wine, better than ever before.
Did I ever tell you about the grape?
Yes, you did. Turn over.
It's a holy fruit. It's the only fruit that God
gave the sense to know what it was made for.
Go on reading, Elizabeth.
"The three to two vote in the Oregon election was hailed
with wild enthusiasm throughout the state."
Thank you, Mary.
- How is he? - He's all right.
Francis, I know one thing for sure. We mustn't offer him sympathy!
Where's Nate?
At work. In his office at the winery.
- Does he like it there? - Yes, very much.
Won't make it crowded here?
John...
Well, how's my girl?
Oh, John.
There's no need to ask how you are.
Francis tells me the doctors are delighted with your progress!
Sure! My progress is something for the books.
I've made a mess of everything.
By the way, Francis.
There are a couple of loose ends
I'd like you to help me tie up.
I'd like it if you'd stop the attempt to have Luigi Griffanti tracked down.
He committed a crime, a serious crime!
It was a misunderstanding.
I've called the police and told them I wanted the case dropped.
- People are talking, it's a scandal! - Let 'em!
Francis, if that's the way John wants it, it's right.
There's another loose end to tie up.
On the day I was...
On the day I met with my accident
there was a fire in the mountain vineyard.
How serious was the damage?
Why are you asking?
I'm sure I'm to blame for it.
I was mad
and I threw a cigarette into the dry vines.
Grandfather's entitled to know.
I'd appreciate it very much if you tell him.
It would sound kinder coming from you.
I'm proud of you, John.
Thank you. Thank you, father.
Don't look so startled.
I've known about it since I was a boy.
You've borne that burden all these years?
Can you ever forgive us?
For what?
For being in love?
It looks like the harvest will begin early.
I am happy and pleased at the beauty of the vineyard.
How I like my work when I see the golden fruit.
- Life is so short... - Let's drink, let's drink!
- Life is so short... - Let's drink, let's drink!
If I am sometimes tired, white wine will wake me up.
And ifl have cough, red wine will cure me.
Life is so short...
- Life is so short... - Let's drink, let's drink!
...to the dearly departed John-Philippe Rambeau,
grant unto him, Lord.
I think all of the family will be here.
It was nice of you to make that long drive.
We'll have the reading in the East Room.
Hello, aunt Martha.
Chu, lunch will be served after the reading of the will.
All is ready, Missy.
- What is that? - It is the Nineteen.
We won't waste that precious wine today.
The Honorable One commanded that it be served on this occasion.
- He did? When? - Before his death.
Chu, hereafter, you will take your commands from me in everything.
Mr Berke is here, ready to begin.
Have the other servants go on about their business
and then you come in for the reading of the will.
- Father would've wished it. - Thank you.
- Mrs Fairon. - How do you do, Mr Berke?
- Is everyone present? - I believe so.
It was father's request that I call all of you here.
Sit down, Chu.
To be present for the reading of his last will.
Aunt Martha, John isn't here. He's walking over from the house.
Everyone was notified to be here promptly at 11 a.m.
- You may begin. - Thank you, Mrs Fairon.
We had this document in our possession
since it was executed near the end of last year.
And with your permission, without any further preamble,
I'll read it.
"I, Jean-Philippe Rambeau,
a resident of the county of Napa, State of California,
being of sound and disposing mind and memory,
and not acting under duress, fraud, or..."
Thank you.
"...being of sound and disposing mind and memory,
and not acting under duress, fraud or undo influence,
do hereby make, publish and decree this my last will and testament
hereby expressly revoking all wills and codicils there to
heretofore made by me.
If the provisions of this document will seem severe,
it is because I have taken stock of myself and now judge myself,
not presuming to judge any other person.
My dream of the dedication of my wine to the Church
has fought throughout my life
with my own dedication to the amassing of wealth and property.
I find that my stronger guilt has defeated my intent.
I have built what men would call an "empire,"
and preserved it through difficult years.
Into whose hands can I entrust it
and not do more evil than I have already done?
I must demolish what I have erected,
that my sins will not be perpetuated.
To my sons-in-law, Francis Fairon and Ronald Fairon,
I deed back the vineyards which they brought into the dynasty
through the arranged marriages with my daughters Martha and Isobel.
To all my children and grandchildren,
I bequeath the wineries of the valley and the mountain,
with a provision, however, that Nate Forster,
who blends new blood into this family,
be given the full and complete management."
No!
"To my granddaughter Elizabeth, who brought sweetness into my life,
I give the vineyards of the valley."
It's not true!
"To my daughter Martha, who has ruled this house,
I give this house for her to rule,
believing the modest size of my bequest to be
- a blessing in disguise." - Lies!
Lies!
This is not my father's will!
It was executed by your father and properly witnessed.
It's not fair!
Martha!
"To Chu Rambeau, my devoted companion and friend,
I give one half of my assets in cash,
deposited in the following banks..."
I gave my life to him!
Waited on him hand and foot!
I loved him.
You know that, Francis.
- You know that. - Yes, I know, Martha.
And now he's set me aside
and given the best of everything to all the others,
even Elizabeth, who refused...
It will be all right.
I wanted the wineries and the manager ship.
Father knew I did.
We'll be happier now.
We can find a way together now.
- Can we? - Yes.
- Can we? - Yes, dear.
- Francis, help me! - Yes. Yes, dear.
"There remains one major bequest of that which I hold most dear.
To my grandson John Rambeau
I bequeath that which he destroyed,
the mountain vineyard where I began."
Did the fire destroy all the roots, John?
Some of them.
Some of them were not damaged.
They're strong roots, with a lot of future in them.
I've brought you some cutting from the Valley.
I have cuttings.
Cuttings to blend the softness of the Valley
with the strength of the mountain vine.
To make good wine
you wed the right vines
as good bloods are blended to make a good family.
Elizabeth.
Side by side, if you will.
On our knees,
our hands in the earth.
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