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Mr. Tomine, we'd like you to identify this wine as best as you can.

Wine.

It is my whole life.

I am the best at what I do.

At least I thought I was.

And then I met her.

I didn't expect it at all.

Wait.

Melon?

Pear?

Celery?

Linden.

Litchi.

Peach.

Apple.

I don't know.

Think.

- Can I have some more? - No.

Please.

I said no.

Think.

Camille.

Focus.

Try to envision the taste.

It's in your head.

You know it.

Think.

Moss?

I can't hear you.

Moss from a tree, I mean.

Good work, Camille.

Well done.

That's all for today.

- Cigarette? - No, thank you.

I'm so glad you came, Camille.

Happy birthday, beautiful.

Hey! What's up?

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- What can I get you? - A glass of water, please.

- Is that all? - That's all.

- Ice? - With ice.

Okay.

There you go. Careful with that.

Camille? Camille Léger?

Uh, yes... Sorry, but...

Of course, you don't recognize me.

Uh, we met at a book fair seven years ago.

You signed your book for me.

- I was 15 back then. - Fifteen years old?

- Yes. - Okay.

You know, I only had one book on my bedside table and it was yours.

I kept it during all my years in high school.

I grew up with your book.

Grew up with my book. Great.

Yes. So, have you written another book?

Uh, no.

Well, yes, but my publisher, who is no longer my publisher,

refused everything I sent him.

- Ah. - But it's fine, I understand.

I was going in circles.

I was always writing the same things, but not as well, so, uh...

Okay. So, what are you up to now?

Well, I'm trying to find myself.

- I'm still searching. - Yeah, I understand.

And you?

Um, I'm a musician and I just started my own label.

- Ah, nice. - Yes.

Sorry, but you're...

You're even more beautiful than I remember.

I'm really happy to see you again.

I am happy too.

Um,

I'm Julien.

Hi, Julien.

- Wait, wait. - What?

Easy! You don't waste time, do you?

You know the saying, "A moment lost is a moment lost forever."

- Wait. Did I say that? - Yes.

You're a clever one, aren't you?

Maybe.

Ah.

- Wait for me, I'll be back. Promise. - Yes, okay.

Hello?

Hello?

Camille, it's me.

Your dad.

- Can you hear me, Camille? - I can hear you.

I-I'd like to see you.

The sooner the better.

Sorry...

... but you can't just barge back into my life and expect...

Listen... I'm not well.

In fact, not well at all. The doctors say I don't have much time left.

What do you mean, "not much time left"?

I'm going to die, Camille.

Come. Come to Tokyo. I'll take care of everything.

Hold on.

I might be able to come next week.

No. Tonight.

What? No, I can't just...

I've booked you a plane ticket. Check your inbox.

It doesn't work like that.

You can have a go at me all you like later.

I'll listen to everything you have to say.

I have to think about it.

So think.

But think fast.

Are you okay?

Uh, yes, I'm fine.

- What is that? - A little pick-me-up.

A special drink of mine: tequila, gin, vodka and a dash of rum.

- Ah, yes. No kidding. - Yep.

It's nice but, actually, I don't really drink alcohol.

It's complicated.

Do you mind if I drink?

No.

Are you crazy or what?

I told you...

Red... What...

- Feeling better? - Yes.

What happened?

Let's just say I drank something a bit too strong.

What?

Don't worry, it's a guy, quite young.

He surprised me with a kiss

and a mouthful of alcohol, that little punk.

Ah. Quite young? What do you mean?

- Twenty-two years old. - Twenty-two years old?

That's great.

It's better than a 40-year-old married man

with two kids, like the last guy.

You know, it would be better for you if you hung out with men your age.

Guys who want to build something.

Yes I know, Mom.

He called.

Alexandre.

He is sick. He wants to see me as soon as possible.

Sick?

Are we sure about that?

What do you mean?

It may be a trick to make you go see him.

Mom, stop it, please.

What's the problem?

We've already talked about that...

- ... but you know your father is... - Yes, I know.

Let me think about it. Don't complicate things, okay?

He's manipulative, Camille.

I'm going to take a shower.

He bought me a plane ticket. The flight is at midnight.

He disappears for years,

and with one phone call, you run back to him?

Did you forget how upset you were with him?

How can I forget, Mom? You're always there to remind me.

Listen, don't take it personally but I have to go.

It's my last chance to get answers from him.

Oh.

Camille.

No, I won't change my mind and yes, I love you.

Mrs. Léger.

- Can I take your bag? - I'm fine, thank you.

Please take a seat, ma'am.

We're about to take off.

Are you Mr. Issei Tomine?

Ah, so it's you, Miss Sayaka, from the famous Konoe family.

- Would you like a drink? - That's very kind of you.

But, I think it's a waste of time,

even with a polite smile.

I only came to stop my parents from bugging me.

My friends are waiting for me, so let's get this over with.

My mother told me about you.

You're the one who guesses wines when you taste them.

Not just that, but if you like.

What's the point?

The wine name is labeled on the bottle.

You are just sniffing around like a dog.

Sayaka.

It's true that you're beautiful.

But you're just superficial and empty inside.

I'm not interested in someone who judges people without knowing them.

I will tell your mother that it was delightful to meet you,

but the chemistry wasn't there.

Now, I'll be off.

Hello.

Mr. Tomine, I have some bad news.

Bon appétit.

Bon appétit.

Mmm.

Mrs. Konoe told us that you met Sayaka.

Yes.

She said that it was delightful to meet you,

but the chemistry wasn't there.

Too bad.

By the way,

my enology teacher passed away today.

You know, the Frenchman, Mr. Léger.

Oh.

You should have told us.

We would have arranged this dinner another time.

How do you feel, Issei?

He was old and sick.

But it's rather strange...

I don't understand at all why you are so into wine.

Honoka.

You're 29 years old,

but still rely on your parents.

Your apartment and car all belong to us.

With all due respect,

the car was a graduation gift from my grandfather.

And although our family owns the apartment,

I pay rent every month.

You were a brilliant student and your future was promising.

Yet, why do you want to work in the unprofitable wine industry?

- What were you thinking? - You don't have to worry.

I know what I'm doing.

And I don't know why you always insist

on cooking for us on Thursdays

when Mrs. Kinu cooks perfectly well.

Because it makes Dad happy.

It's too salty.

There is no way I can finish it.

- Camille. - Hello.

I'm Luca Inglese, a friend of your father's.

I have some terrible news.

Your father died this morning while you were traveling.

I'm so sorry.

Come on.

I'll take you to your father's place,

but can we grab a bite to eat before that?

You must be starving. Is that okay?

Yeah.

- What did he say? - Just "Welcome."

No, that's "irasshai mase," but the rest I'm not sure.

I forgot you grew up here.

- You used to speak it. - I understand more than I speak.

Shihainin means "boss."

He said to me, "Here you are, boss."

Yeah, this is my restaurant.

One of my restaurants.

Restaurants?

You can afford a new car.

It has sentimental value.

I used to do deliveries with it when I started.

So you have no idea who I am?

Your dad never told you about me?

Last time I spoke to him was 11 years ago.

He called for my high school graduation,

said "good job," and then hung up.

Nobody's perfect.

But, do you want to talk about him?

No.

Miyabi, this is Camille. Alexandre's daughter.

So sorry. I admired him so much.

Thank you.

Miyabi is my head sommelier. She has an incredible talent.

Came all the way from L.A.

But we don't hold it against her.

The wine Miyabi is holding is very special.

Your father unearthed it in Spain. No one ever heard of it.

The guy out there has, uh, three acres.

He doesn't really want to sell his production, but his wine,

out of this world.

Alexandre taught me everything.

He was a genius.

I owe him everything.

I'm sorry,

I'm talking about a guy I love, and you...

No one can be a piece of shit to everyone.

I understand you don't want to hear about Alexandre.

But we need to talk about your inheritance.

I don't think you realize what's ahead of you.

It's okay. I'm used to expect nothing from him,

and that's not going to change now.

Of course.

The reading of the will is tomorrow morning.

He never liked to waste time.

Everything always had to be right now with him.

And the funeral, the cremation, will be tomorrow afternoon.

Right. Let's relax our taste buds, shall we?

Taste this. Tell me what you think.

No, thanks. I don't drink.

Jet lag?

No.

I don't drink at all.

At all?

I don't drink alcohol. I never do.

No kidding. Not even a drop?

Camille, I am sorry but I cannot stay.

There will be someone waiting for you. His name is Yusuke.

- Thank you, Luca. - See you tomorrow.

Yes.

It's nice to meet you.

Your room is ready.

- Hello? - Did you arrive safely?

Yes.

You could have called. How was the flight?

I was in a private jet.

Of course you were.

He can't buy you but he tries anyway.

It's pathetic.

Mom, he's dead.

I couldn't see him. I didn't get here in time.

I'm sorry, honey.

Really.

You shouldn't have gone.

I told you not to go, but I should have insisted.

He never understood how fragile you were.

He made promises and look at the result now.

He's still hurting you even though he's dead.

Stop messing with me! You do this every time.

Honey, it's because I know what's good for you.

I know what's best for you.

No, you don't know what's best for me.

So let me handle it this time.

Do you want me to come?

No, I don't want you to come. I have to go. Love you.

Okay, call me when you can.

Okay, goodbye.

What do you know about the will?

Not too much.

The little I know, I am not allowed to say anything about it.

Miss Léger, this way, please.

You're not coming?

No.

Good luck.

Please.

Good morning.

I'm François Talion, your father's lawyer. I'm in charge of his will.

- Hello. - This is Issei Tomine.

Please, have a seat.

Mr. Tomine doesn't speak French,

so continue in English, if you don't mind?

I met your father. Mr. Léger, your professor,

several months ago at a dinner party at the embassy.

He asked me to help him to draw up his will,

which, I must admit, is somewhat unusual.

Your father's, Mr. Léger's legacy, is divided into two parts.

The first part, his house in Tokyo, Seijo 4th Street...

You both know it, I think,

is estimated at 750 million yen.

Approximately 7 million dollars.

Would you like me to convert it into euros?

Second part, financially speaking at least, the heart of the legacy.

I'm referring to his wine cellar, to the contents rather.

It holds 87,000 bottles, the global value of which is est...

Sorry, I must point out that we're dealing with

the biggest private wine collection in the world.

I don't mean in terms of quantity of bottles, of course.

But the quality, the rarity. It's an exceptional collection.

Simply exceptional.

Where was... Was I... Yeah. The global value.

148 million dollars, about 16 billion yen.

Which brings us to the originality of Mr. Léger's will.

In Mr. Léger's own words,

his wine collection is "The fruit of a lifetime's work."

And it was crucial for him that his property

should go to someone able to appreciate its full value.

That is why he set up...

Let's call it a test, to determine who would inherit it.

A test?

What test?

You are Alexandre Léger's daughter.

Mr. Tomine, on the other hand, was one of your father's students

and Mr. Léger saw him as his "Spiritual son."

That's why he wanted you both to battle it out.

The winner of the three-round test will inherit the entire estate.

The house and the wine collection.

Sorry. Rounds of what?

Send him in.

Good. Now you... You will both taste this wine blind.

And you have one month to tell me exactly what it is.

Grape, estate, vintage.

I don't need to spell it out for you.

You're joking.

I do, on occasion, but not now.

Not today, no.

The good news is that in one month you will taste it again.

Shall we proceed?

Miss Léger?

Please.

This is bullshit. No way, I'm not doing this.

Am I to understand that you wish

to renounce the inheritance?

What? I didn't say that.

Are you even allowed to do that? Seriously?

French laws don't apply here.

So you have to try the wine. Now.

This is really bullshit.

Is everything all right, Miss Léger?

Miss Léger?

- Is there a problem? - I'll do it. I'll do it.

Camille. Oh, my God. Are you okay?

You knew. You fucking knew!

He made me promise!

Camille, wait.

Camille, please.

Slow down.

I'm sorry.

My mother warned me the man's a sadist.

Did he really have to humiliate me like this?

I don't give a shit about him

or his fucking money, or his fucking wine!

That spiritual fuck can keep it all to himself, I don't give a fuck.

Miss Léger,

what can you tell us about your father's death?

This way.

Miss Léger,

could you explain why you are here?

Mr. Tomine!

Mr. Tomine! Mr. Issei Tomine!

Could you tell us about the contents of Mr. Léger's will

and explain why you are here?

I'll announce it publicly soon.

Just one word, please.

You know, Alexandre didn't know you don't drink.

He didn't know anything about me.

So,

I'm going to the funeral and then I'm going straight back to France.

I have a message from him to you.

- Not interested. - It's important, Camille.

No, Luca, it's not. Really.

Right now you're angry, but when you've calmed down,

please, listen to your father's message. Okay?

Can we stop somewhere where I can get something for this?

Oh, come on, we are late.

Okay.

Thank you.

You know, Camille, your father has become quite spiritual

these last few years.

It was his request that we follow a Buddhist cremation ritual.

First row is for the family.

Goodbye, my friend.

Let's go.

What are we doing now?

Spread the ashes in the lake or something?

Now it's time for okotsu-age.

- What? - Gathering of the bones.

- You don't know it? - No.

Only those who were close to your father attend it.

So I guess I can go home.

No.

Shit.

You start with the feet

and go all the way up to the top,

so the departed won't end up standing on his head in the urn.

You see what I mean?

This is why you never pass sushi around the table

from chopsticks to chopsticks.

It's like eating a corpse.

Are you serious?

- Do I really have to do this? - Yes.

And because you are family, you have to go first.

Don't drop the bones.

You're flying back tomorrow morning.

I'll drop you off.

But before you leave, there is something I want you to see.

Are you okay?

It's the smell, it's very strong.

I'm okay.

We are in his temple.

I spent nights down here with your father.

He used to write these little notes to describe the wines

or mark important dates.

Sometimes they only made sense to him.

He could talk to me about each wine for hours.

Then, after a while I said,

"Okay, amico mio, but what about opening it?"

I'll leave you alone.

Take your time.

CHICKEN IN MINT

"THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY"

TO DRINK WITH CAMILLE WHEN SHE TURNS 18

MOTHER

Okay. I'll see the message.

Hello, Camille.

I guess you have read my will,

and I imagine you are undoubtedly mad at me.

You probably think that I'm twisted, sadistic, toxic...

The list goes on.

I know I was a shitty father.

I was wrong for a lot of things except...

Except one thing.

The wine.

I was good at that.

I was in my element there.

I don't know what kind of woman you have become

but you're still my daughter.

Camille, it is in your blood.

You probably lack practice

but your palate is there.

Your sense of smell is there.

I called my friend, Philippe.

He's the best.

You can stay at his place as long as it takes.

He will teach you everything you need to know.

He owns the domaine.

Do you remember the domaine where we spent

the holidays when you were little?

We used to practice together, just the two of us in the cellar,

our secret place.

Wait for me.

Your mom didn't agree with it, but you didn't care.

Early in the morning, you wanted to go.

Those were the last moments we spent together.

The blindfold?

Camille!

Let's focus now, okay?

Yes, Daddy.

Sorry.

And sit up properly.

I know it's silly...

because if you're watching this that means I'm dead.

But through these tests,

I hope that we will get to know each other a little.

And maybe one day, who knows...

you will be able to forgive me.

Stay, please.

Do it for us.

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