French Kiss Page #5

and never be able

to love ever again.

You say that now,

but after a time,

you would forget.

First, you would

forget his chin,

and then his nose,

and after a while,

you would struggle

to remember the exact

color of his eyes.

One day you wake up,

and... he's gone,

his voice, his smell,

his face...

He will have left you.

And then you can begin again.

Charlie?

Hey!

I can't seem to get

enough of this cheese,

and I haven't eaten

this stuff in years.

You don't look like

you got much sleep.

Un caf.

For some reason,

I just feel

incredibly refreshed.

I had this dream, which

I can't remember really.

You know when you have a dream

that is just delicious

and you wake up

and you feel all transformed?

God, it's beautiful here.

Merci.

Did you know

that there are 452

official government cheeses

in this country?

Don't you think

that's incredible,

to come up with 452 ways

of classifying

what is basically

a bacterial process?

You would prefer one cheese,

one cheeseburger to put it on,

and one restaurant

to eat it in?

I'm saying I like the cheese.

God!

What side of the train

did you wake up on?

God, it's beautiful here!

What? What's that face?

You don't think it's beautiful?

You don't think

this is beautiful?

What?

I was born here.

Really?

But this is so beautiful

and so charming.

It was too beautiful for me,

I had to leave.

Oh, god.

Oh, god!

What?

I'm going to die.

What, what, the cheese?

Don't say it.

Stop that rocking.

Stop the rocking.

I can't. It is the train.

It's here.

The mucus is here.

The mucus?

The mucus coating

the intestinal wall.

Spasm!

No, no, no.

Look at the scenery,

the cows...

Oh, please, not the cows.

Not the cows?

I just ate that cow.

There it is.

Here we go.

Lactose...

Intolerance!

Jacques Taranne?

Non.

I know you...

Phillipe Cazal?

Non.

Michel Desbordes?

Listen, gramps, you don't know me.

Leave me alone, OK?

You are feeling better now?

Better.

The cow is all gone?

When's the next train?

Not for two more hours.

Good.

I think I need to walk.

No, no, no. Bad idea.

Sit. We wait for the train.

Got to walk.

But...

Luc Teyssier! That's it!

My stomach is so sensitive.

That's where

I put all my stress.

Beautiful!

Gorgeous. Wish you were here.

How long since

you've been back?

About six years.

Six years? Is your family

a nightmare or something?

I don't really want

to talk about it, OK.?

A healthy person is someone

who expresses what

they're feeling inside.

Express, not repress.

You must be one of

the healthiest people

in the world.

You know what happens to people

who shut everybody out?

They lead

quiet, peaceful lives?

No, they fester.

Fester?

I am festering?

Inside.

Fester and rot.

I've seen it happen.

You'll become one of those

hunchbacked, lonely old men

sitting in the corner

of a crowded cafe

mumbling to yourself.

My ass is twitching.

You people make my ass twitch.

Excuse me.

Hey!

Attends, attends.

Attends quoi?

Attends.

Attends!

Wait.

Who is that?

It's my brother.

Your brother?

My brother Antoine.

Antoine, this is Kate.

What's happening?

All of this vineyard

is Antoine's.

It has been in our family

for three generations.

It is who we are, what we do.

But for Antoine, I don't know,

he is always sober.

That's a bad thing?

He makes the wine

but never drinks it.

You always drink it.

Now, why isn't

part of this yours?

My father when he retired,

he left it to Antoine and me.

But now it is all Antoine's.

I don't get it.

To make a great wine,

you must have

the soul of a gambler.

You like to drink,

and you like to gamble.

Sometimes I would lose a lot.

Sometimes I would

lose to Antoine...

My dog, my first car.

This vineyard.

Oui, this vineyard...

It was... One night,

he got me very drunk.

You must understand,

I owed him a lot of money.

He knew what he was doing.

What was he doing?

I lost all of it,

one hand of poker.

You lost your birthright

in one hand of poker?

I'm an a**hole.

What can I tell you?

So that's why he hates you

and you hate him.

That, and I...

slept with his wife.

What about your parents

and the rest of your family?

No, there is

nothing between us.

It is all over, finished.

What if you tried again?

No, it's not possible.

They hate me,

they despise me, they...

Luc revient!

Papa.

Papa?

Yes, thank you.

All right, come on.

I'm very impressed.

She's a friend, just a friend.

Since when are women

just your friends?

Since I met her.

I'm finished.

Fester, fester, fester.

Rot, rot, rot.

Poor you.

You had to grow up here.

Show me your room.

What's this?

It is a project

I did a long time

ago in school.

What is it?

All right, I will

tell you, but...

First you must take some wine.

Can you...

describe it, the taste?

It's a nice red wine.

I think you can do better.

A bold wine with

a hint of sophistication

and lacking in pretension.

Actually, I was just

talking about myself.

I... I don't know.

No, no, you are not wrong.

Wine is like people.

The vine takes

all the influences

in life all around it.

It absorbs them,

and it gets its personality.

Here.

Smell.

Rosemary.

Some kind of mushroom?

Very good.

Currant, cassis, mint,

lavender,

they're all in the ground here

and in the air.

Now, taste the wine again.

Close your eyes.

The currant...

I can taste that

right away, and...

from the brown bottle,

lavender?

Incredible.

And you made this box?

Incredible.

Thanks.

Whose house is that?

It's abandoned.

No one comes here anymore.

The guy who had this place,

he gave up a long time ago.

Look.

See this earth?

It's been resting.

Now it's good.

Someday, I...

I'm going to buy this land.

I'm going to make a great wine,

right here on this

wreck of a vineyard.

So you'd risk

everything for this?

Do anything to have it?

Get down on your knees and beg?

Then what makes you

so different from me?

Admit it.

Not much.

OK, I admit.

OK.

It's beautiful here.

I will help you

get your Charlie back.

If you want him back,

we'll get him back,

like I promised.

Papa!

Luc!

Tell me something, Luc,

how do you plan

to buy that vineyard?

You must have a plan,

some strategy.

I had a plan,

but it did not work out.

It didn't work out?

What was the plan?

I had something to sell.

Something? Like what?

Stocks, bonds,

a little bag of plutonium?

It doesn't matter. I lost it.

You lost it?

If it was me,

I'd have some kind

of backup plan,

something more than just

bullshit to fall back on.

Something, perhaps,

maybe a little bit...

Like this?

Luc,

are you coming?

Lesson number one,

before going into a war,

you must choose carefully

the field of battle.

Also, never let Charlie see

how much you desire him.

Never tell someone

that you want them.

You see that?

What's that, that pout?

Juliette did that. I

remember that perfectly.

The pout is the French

women's greatest weapon.

What's so great about that?

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