Bottle Shock Page #2

- Because you are a racist.

- Who do you think you are, Cesar Chavez?

- I am Gustavo Brambila!

- [Gasps]

- [Moans]

- Should we run?

- Yes.

Hey. Hey. Hey, man, my friend doesn't

wanna fight, all right?

But he also doesn't wanna be addressed

with disparaging colloquial expressions...

that imply some sort of genetic

or cultural inferiority...

or that are simply used out of some

form of inappropriate ethnocentrism.

[Gasps]

[Groans]

That was a good shot.

Some solid force behind it. But let me give you

some advice. [Laughs]

- Don't telegraph your moves, man.

- Do you do this often?

- Change things up on me. Come on!

- No. Not really.

Ooh! [Laughs] And now I got your number.

Let's see. Come on.

Excuse me. Big guy, if I may?

[Chuckles]

- Hi. Hi.

- I got you.

Have you considered that you might

be swinging at the wrong dude?

I mean, when you think about it,

it was Gustavo here who broke your antenna.

Why are you swinging at Bo who was really

just trying to make sense of the situation?

It's just- It's not logical to me.

- She's right.

- Thank you.

Do we really need to fight to

bring this to some sort of resolution?

Keep on movin', man. Come on.

I'm gonna have to deck ya.

- Hippies.

- Come on, come on. That's all you got?

I didn't even bleed. Ha!

- ## [Jukebox:
Rock]

- [People Chattering]

- [Grunts]

- Something I can help you with?

No.

[Bo] I can't believe you did that!

[Laughs]

- Ice!

- He stopped a left cross with

his face to protect my virtue.

- Hey, Bo.

- Hey, Joe.

You didn't call. Having trouble

with that big, old dialing finger again?

[Moans]

Yeah.

- So you're a Joe?

- My father was the original Joe.

Left the place to me.

Oh, three.

So, why Montelena?

Well, you have good history

and good terroir.

They like our dirt.

Well, dirt was good enough

for Al Lovering Tubbs in 1882...

when he went and bought

- 254.

- That...

and... yours was the

only position I was offered.

Well, you know, history does judge

a prizefighter by the bouts he selects.

And the ones he avoids.

Life lessons from a surf bum

and a wannabe winemaker.

I am here because I wanna learn...

everything there is to know

about viniculture and viticulture.

Hear! Hear!

Don't we all?

Oh, Gustavo is very modest when

he's not snapping off the antennas...

of racist truckers twice his size.

- Modesty is the virtue of slaves.

- Oh, cheer up, Stavo.

Gustavo Brambila was raised

in the vineyards of Northern California.

He has our valley's grapes

in his blood.

If you pour this Mexican hombre

a glass of wine...

he can tell you how much cabernet

and how much merlot's in the blend.

He can even tell you the vintage.

Bullshit.

- Bullshit!

- I'll be right back.

Hey, Joe.

What have you got in the back room?

- You got money?

- Yeah.

Pick any three for me

and put 'em in paper bags.

Hey, listen.

I take 60% off the top, okay?

- What? I gotta buy the wine.

- Okay.

- Mm-mmm.!

- She's not gonna sleep with you.

[Bo Laughs]

She's gotta sleep eventually.

Yeah.

In her own bed.

Hey, everybody.

Listen up.

Who here wants to wager a little money

that this Mexican...

son of an immigrant field hand...

can't guess what kind of grapes

are in these wines...

that our kind bartender

has personally selected?

F*** you. Fifty percent.

Don't break my antenna.

I'm just trying to get us paid.

Any a**hole can tell a merlot

from a zinfandel.

Yeah, maybe. But can any a**hole

tell you the vintage?

All right. Ten bucks.

And he has to guess all three.

- Ten bucks. It's hardly worth the trouble.

- Okay. Twenty.

And I get to slow dance with her.

You're on.!

Anybody else?

I want 20% for that.

- I'll give up 10 if you give up 10.

- Okay.

All right. I'm flush!

Gentlemen, action if you

want it, put it on the bar.

[Exhales]

It's cabernet.

- Yep.

- 1971.

- Ridge.

- Yep.

- Let's see the bottle.

- Oh, that's nothin'.! A recent vintage.!

[Swirling Wine In Mouth]

[Exhales] Dances like a lullaby

at the tip of my tongue.

Sonoma. Pinot noir.

Buena Vista.

- Yep.

- How does he do that?

- Attaboy, Stav. Go get 'em, baby.

- It's not from Napa.

[Sniffing]

I can't tell you whether

it's a merlot or cabernet.

[Chuckles]

Oh, dear God.

I can't say because...

it's a 1947 Cheval Blanc.

About half merlot,

half cabernet franc.

- Amazing!

- Ooh!

Yes.! Thank you.! Yes.!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

greatest wine ever made.

[Grunting]

Very nice.

- Thanks.

- Yes, yes, yes.

Twenty, 40, 60, 70...

$100.

- Sweet!

- The Cheval Blanc was 50 bucks.

How 'bout we throw in

the other two wines for free.

- Enjoy.

- Uh-

I believe you owe her 10 too.

- Oh.

- Thank you.

Hey. I thought you were gonna lead

with the Buena Vista.

No, Joe switched 'em.

I had nothin' to do with that.

Yeah. I mean-

- For the Cheval.

- You hustlers.

Hand over my 10.

Thank you.

## [Jukebox:
Rock]

## [Woman Singing Aria]

[Man]

Who is it?

It's, uh, me, Gustavo.

## [Continues]

[Moans]

Sorry. Did I wake you?

Maria Callas and I,

we don't sleep much.

I need to check the wine.

Someday we'll do this

in plain daylight?

I think I'd sleep much better

if I sold my grapes to Gallo.

[Sniffing]

[Exhales Softly]

- I think it's time to bottle.

- The third act of the grand opera.

The wine in the glass

before it is no more.

Taste that wine.

Tell me if you still would

have rather sold your grapes to Gallo.

Not bad.

When can we tell people?

I hate secrets.

Soon.

Soon.

- [Explosion]

- [Tires Screeching]

[Shouts]

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Stupid "assing" car!

Of all the stupid sh*t!

I got a better jack in the truck.

Is there a spare in that trunk?

Oh, yes. And a first-aid box

with a snakebite kit.

Ah. Alls we'll need is the spare.

So, the Acadmie du Vin in Paris...

is gonna give people instruction

in California wine?

Part of my thinking, yes.

I just have to be sure I'm not introducing

anything completely unpalatable.

Well, there are plenty

of palatable wines in this country.

- You don't have to worry about that.

- Yes, well-

My definition of palatable might be

slightly different from yours.

Why is that?

Oh, years of total immersion

in a nation...

devoted to its enological endeavors.

One can't just decide to be a vintner,

and then conveniently become one.

- There are dynasties at play.

- That isn't true in California.

I rest my case.

- You're a snob.

- Am I?

It limits you.

Well, thanks for your help,

mister-

Barrett. Jim Barrett.

I own Chteau Montelena...

conveniently, of course.

Can I help you?

Mr. Barrett.

I didn't introduce myself.

Steven Spurrier.

- What do you want?

- To taste your chardonnay.

- No.

- Did I mention that the tasting was blind?

[Sniffs]

Rich, round, layers of tangerine...

peach.

- [Men Chattering In Spanish]

- [Spits]

Andjust a kiss of oak.

Like I said, people make some

pretty good wine in this area.

- That's why I'm here.

- Really?

Because the world, or anybody who's at all

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