Bottle Shock Page #5

[Man]

Excuse me.

[Clears Throat]

A lot of people waiting.

Sorry, sir.

People, can I have

your attention, please?

Who in this line is going

to Paris on Flight 349?

- [Speaking German]

- Guten Morgen.

[Speaking German]

Ja.

[Continues In German]

They can each carry one.

Hello, everybody.

My name is Bo.

My family runs a small

vineyard here in Napa.

- Is your last name Gallo?

- God forbid.

No, sir. It's Barrett.

The French have invited...

certain American vintners...

to compete in a tasting in Paris.

I am technically not French.

[German]

You think you can beat the French?

[Chuckles]

We don't know, but we, uh-

we certainly want a chance to try.

The only problem is we can't

get our wine there without your help.

See, I'm only allowed to carry on

one bottle of wine, and I brought twenty-f-

uh, 26 bottles of wine back to Paris without

them being shaken or bumped around.

Will anybody carry a bottle for me?

I'll take one.

And so will my husband.

I'm always proud

to help a bellwether.

- I'll take one. I'll carry one for you. Sure.

- [German]

Okay.

[Chattering]

- [Spurrier] Thank you so much.

- My granddaddy made hooch during prohibition.

Marvelous.

Treat these bottles with care,

everybody.

- Thank you.

- I know I speak on behalf...

of all vintners in Napa Valley

when I say thank you.

And I'll meet you all

outside customs in Paris.

- Well done.

- Cheers.

Safe flight.

Hi.

[Spanish]

Oh, God.

Someone die?

- [Laughs] Yes!

- We are not gonna participate.

What are you talking about? Even after

everything you said to him, he picked our wine.

- That means something, Dad.

- Yeah, it means he thinks I'm a sucker.

- Oh, Je-

- Hey. That contest is, what, two weeks from now?

- Yeah.

- Whatever we do to get our bottles there...

they won't show well.

That's guaranteed.

Wine's in Paris.

I went to the airport

and had each bottle hand-carried.

- You gave him my wine?

- No, I gave him our wine.

- I told you not to.

- You were being pigheaded.

Pack your bags.

You're outta here, kid.

You're kicking me out.

I'm firing you.

[Engine Starts]

## [Stereo:
Rock]

# Keep on driving me, baby #

## [Continues]

## [Fades]

[Door Closes]

[Hinges Creak]

- [Chuckles]

- [Door Closes]

Dad?

There he is.

What the hell's going on?

The prodigal son come to

have a laugh at his father.

I'm leaving.

[Chuckles]

And there's nothing left to leave.

[Scoffs]

[Sighs]

Yeah, you're not the first.

I'm gonna call Sam.

She'll help you upstairs

and clean this sh*t up.

- Hey. Take this bottle.

- I don't want the bottle.

- Take the bottle.

- I don't want the bottle!

Take the bottle and look at it

in the sunshine.

Why is it brown?

Every bottle in this room is brown.

Every single bottle.

Maybe Gustavo was right.

Maybe-

Maybe you gotta grow up

with dirt under your finger.

I don't - I don't know.

- [Sighs]

- No.

You made this wine perfectly.

It tastes fine.

Yes, it does.

'Cause we made...

buttery...

beautifully layered...

beautifully balanced chardonnay.

And it's brown.

Brown, brown, brown.

Now I gotta find a guy

who can haul away 500 cases of wine...

because I can't stand

to look at this...

sh*t...

anymore.

Get outta here.

[Chattering In French]

The French flag is a bit more prominent

than the American flag, isn't it?

Well spotted, Maurice.

Life isn't fair.

Could you grab me a Btard-Montrachet

and a Chambertin from the cellar?

Do you see them?

They're on the left.

Wine the color of sh*t.

Interesting.

- [Car Door Closes]

- Hey.

Rich, full-bodied...

and brown.

- Does it taste brown too?

- No.

There's someone we need to go see.

- Come on. Give me the keys.

- Where we goin'

Get in the car, Bo.

[Man]

Well, it's always hard to know what went wrong.

So many things can happen. But once it's

in the bottle there's nothing you can do.

It's probably oxidized.

The taste becomes metallic.

But that's just it.

The wine tastes fine.

And my father's a perfectionist.

No air touches the wine after it's in the barrels.

Did you bring a bottle?

[Chuckles]

I've read about it,

but I've never seen it.

You can make a wine too perfectly.

This reductionist technique, excluding as much

oxygen as possible from the process...

after fermentation,

is the best way to make chardonnay.

- Yeah, but-

- But there's a natural

browning enzyme in white wine...

an enzyme that's neutralized if it comes

into contact with even a tiny bit of oxygen.

- Oh, my God.

- Yes.

If no oxygen gets in...

which is practically impossible,

a brown discoloration occurs in the bottle.

But it's only temporary. Perils of perfection.

[Chuckles]

So what do we do?

Mmm. My understanding is

it only lasts a couple days.

I'll bet by morning, back to normal.

- Wait. You're sure?

- Yeah.

- [Chuckles]

- Absolutely. It tastes great.

- Thank you, sir. Go.

- All right. We gotta go.

- Keep the bottle!

- Thank you.

- [Engine Sputters]

- No. No, no, no.

What's that?

[Sputtering]

- ## [Rock]

- ## [Man Singing, Indistinct]

- [Starter Grinding]

- Come on.

- [Chuckles] Gas would have been good.

- Yeah.

Hey.

Slow down. Come on.

All right, Chevy. Huh?

Wanna stop for

just a second? Hey. Hey.

Come on.

Hey, come on!

Hop out for just a sec, please?

Come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on!

Your decency, people?

- Sometimes it's about technique.

- Oh.

Can't you help?

[Siren Wailing]

- Oops.

- Hello, ma'am.

That kind of indecent exposure

is illegal and improper.

Excuse me. Officer. Officer. Uh, we need to

make a phone call. It's an emergency.

- I'll call you a tow truck.

- Okay. That's it.

Officer, I am being

improper and illegal.

Could you please arrest me

and take us to a phone?

Excuse me, Officer.

You, uh-

Are you staring at her breasts?

- I really think he is.

- I think you are.

[Stammers]

Okay, okay. I'll- I'll drive you.

Just put your breasts away.

[Siren Wailing]

[Chattering]

[Sighs]

[Siren Wailing]

Shenky!

Shenky. My dad.

Where is he?

Found the old battle armor.

Went to get his old job back.

- Where's the chardonnay?

- Big truck came by this morning.

Probably on the bottom

of Old Goose Lake Landfill by now.

[Phone Rings]

Jim?

This way.

- [Chattering]

- Hey. It's Jim.

Huh.

- Bill's with a client. He'll be right in.

- Uh, wait.

Marge, this is not a gift, but...

could you put this behind your desk?

- What's this?

- And if I ever...

get another wild hair up my butt...

you can just hand me that bottle.

Jim, I am really sorry that things

didn't work out for you up north.

- Uh-

- Oh, here.

[Sighs]

- Jim.

- Hey, Bill.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

When I was a kid, I had a dog.

Just a scruffy little thing. Brown, one ear

sticking up. The other one flopping down.

To me, that dog was a champion.

But as much as I tried,

as much as I hoped...

never so much as an honorable mention

at the school dog show.

Huh.

I loved that dog.

But the world around me

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