Sour Grapes Page #9

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...of which I am honoured

to be the conductor.

But a conductor is nothing

without his musicians.

Each one of you has picked

the equivalent of two thousand bottles.

Thank you for your patience,

your work and your joie de vivre...

because together we have played music

both harmonious and refined.

This is the largest wine seizure

the US Marshals ever handled.

Behind you we have over 500 bottles

that have been deemed counterfeit

from Rudy Kurniawan's private collection.

I have no doubt that it's going

to take years or decades or maybe never

to fully filter out

all of Rudy Kurniawan's fake wines.

It's impossible to identify every single

person who has one of those bottles.

It's broken!

You know, more scrupulous collectors

have just bitten the bullet

and they've written off a bunch of stuff.

John Kapon, to his credit has, you know,

anything questionable

he has taken back and he's refunded

a lot of people's money.

All right. Good.

But I think a lot of people probably

don't want to know

that their cellars are full of fakes.

So, they're just...

It's still out there, you know.

For the best of Chile and Argentina

and the rest... 160!

They'll circulate.

If you buy this,

you will almost certainly get laid.

All right!

You're going to start me, sir,

but at what price?

$10,000!

I don't look at wine catalogues any more.

I throw them in the wastebasket.

$200,000!

This whole industry has a pomp

and circumstance to it.

You're either a believer or an apostate.

Cheers, guys!

Want some beer? You want some beer?

Like, dare you say

the emperor has no clothes?

It's just liquid, it's wine.

But it's become a commodity.

Some of the biggest CEOs

of corporate America...

They all were duped by this guy.

The moral to this story

in my opinion is that

when you leave things unregulated,

you allow the wolves to come in

and game the system

and this system had been gamed.

When I first discovered this case of wine

that he sold me was fake,

I was very hurt

and I felt like a fool, too.

I felt foolish,

but the number of amazing experiences

I had with him,

far outweigh any anger I could have.

So, I forgave, you know. I forgave that.

When I think about him

and I think about him quite a bit,

I just cannot put two and two together.

I just can't because it's like talking

about black and white.

Vincent!

I have not tried,

but I would love to see him.

One day, I hope,

I'll be able to sit down with him.

I don't know. I'll just tell him,

"What was this all about?"

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