Wine Wars
- Year:
- 2015
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China is 7 hours ahead of France.
Bonjour?
I'm Zhang Shui. Get Wille for me.
This is Wille speaking.
It's been quite a while.
You know, I'm a cop.
I have been too busy to call you these years.
You aren't mad at me, are you?
How can I be mad at you? What do you want?
I'm coming to France this time
to bid for a bottle of wine for our country.
You are bidding for a bottle of wine for our country?
Hold on a second.
Wille, you know wine better than me.
But you can't be better than
the state wine-maker of Kublai Khan.
He was also an state astronomer
of the Yuan Dynasty,
who cuckolded Kublai Khan.
Kublai Khan of Yuan Dynasty
had a state astronomer good at wine-making,
you know?
Bro, you lost me.
Don't keep interrupting me.
Kublai Khan had a beloved concubine,
who was ravishingly beautiful,
and had a huge crush on the state wine-maker
and did whatever he told her to.
The wine-maker decided to take his secret recipe
and the girl away from Central Plains.
I love you, baby.
They wormed their way into Marco Polo's caravan
on his way back to Italy
after he bid farewell to Kublai Khan.
But they would never expect that
the civil war broke out as soon as they got there.
The boring civil war drove the wine god
to France.
It's said that in 1855,
his descendant made a superb wine
in France with the secret recipe.
They called it Wine God.
The recipe was supposedly inscribed
on the bottle cap.
Had the state wine-maker not gone to France,
China's wine-making
could have been the top in the world.
Wille? Wille?
And its reserve price today
is 5 million euro.
Brother, look,
you, a cop,
are bidding for a bottle of wine in France.
Should I believe you?
You are my family,
so you've got to help me.
I'll fly out tomorrow
and get to Paris in the morning.
No need to pick me up.
Just get a great car for me
with Chinese GPS.
See you in France!
Merci beaucoup.
Insane.
Merci beaucoup. My 1 million.
Wille and I grew up in an orphanage,
as dear to each other as brothers.
One day, I was on the lookout when he stole buns.
Got it!
Someone steals my buns again!
I knew I was gonna fall with him
if I reached for him.
But I did it anyway without any hesitation.
What I didn't expect was that
that bun was the last thing
Wille and I ate together in the orphanage.
Because a Frenchman came to the orphanage that day
and played a game with us.
Each of you can choose
a kind of fruit on that table.
But I never thought that
fruits could change a man's life.
Just take them.
And I sent them away with my own hands too.
This will do.
Please put out your hands.
Wille, You picked two grapes,
and take you to France.
I don't want to go to France.
Wille didn't want to leave at all.
If it weren't for me,
he wouldn't have been in France now.
You can go if you want to.
Go!
Listen to me.
- What are you doing?
- The headmaster is waiting for us outside.
- What?
- Just go!
I'm not going!
Zhang Shui. Zhang Shui.
Don't forget me.
Zhang Shui.
Don't forget me.
Actually, I wanted to go to France too.
But they only picked one kid.
Two years ago,
I suddenly lost touch with Zhang Shui.
He changed his number, and address too.
And he didn't even invite me to his wedding.
Finally, I found a number,
and I had to call this Mrs. Zhang
that I never knew.
- Hello?
- Hello, Mrs. Zhang, I'm Wille.
We are divorced. I gotta go.
Guo, change my phone number for me.
You got it.
We have been brothers for over two decades.
If you don't want to tell, I won't ask.
Wille has always wanted me to come to France,
but I find that the difference
between us grows larger,
so I cut off from him for two years.
It's not like I don't appreciate his good intention,
but I don't want to take advantage of him.
When Zhang Shui is here,
we will treat him as planned?
Yeah.
Who is it?
Zhang Shui.
I see. A moment, please.
I'll open the door for you.
You son of a b*tch move to a new house again.
Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, but the door is broken.
Maybe it is mad at you too.
After all, you haven't shown up for two years.
Please wait.
The repairman is on his way.
Wille.
Wille.
Open up.
Wille, you got it right.
Zhang Shui waits until dark.
Bonjour, Water.
I'm Mille.
Hi, I'm Wille's housekeeper, Mille.
He is doing detoxification and purification.
Come here.
You mean pooping?
He has been doing it since 3 p.m.
Mr. Zhang, Wille wants to
take you back to your childhood today.
What do you think?
Back to my childhood like this?
Interesting.
Isn't it fun? I'll take your luggage for you.
No.
Okay.
You want to play with me?
He'll be here in a minute.
Mr. Zhang,
this is how we play the game.
All the girls in swimsuits are thieves.
You only have to put on
the captain swimming trunks.
And you will be the only captain here today.
So just put them on.
We have various sizes for you.
I don't want any of those.
I'll just wear my own underpants.
Mr. Zhang,
you must know your underpants aren't waterproof.
We have prepared patterned swimming trunks for you.
Are they patterned swimming trunks?
Ah!
Ah, Mr. Zhang.
- Wille.
- Let me down, Mr. Zhang.
I'm handling a case here,
not on a vacation.
Let go of me.
Ah.
Wille, get your ass over here!
Now!
Lighten up, would you?
We haven't met for a long time.
I'm just teasing you.
I'll open a red Burgundy for you.
It's made by my friend Olivier.
We also have karaoke here.
I can sing with you if you are in the mood.
Dude, dude.
Stop.
Let's get down to business.
We should go to French Credit Bank
tomorrow morning.
I have paid 5 million euro
and made an appointment.
So we will tell them
you are...
You are the boss, and I'm the bodyguard.
But you have to take a tasting interview
before the auction.
We can't bid for the wine unless you pass it.
I really know nothing about wine.
Only someone like you who sleeps during the day
knows it.
Drink a toast
to your boss,
and I'll bid for the wine.
What?
Some private home cuisine
and a luxurious karaoke
don't make you the boss.
You know, without me,
Bodyguard, you ask me for a favor today.
Serve it.
What?
You want to play a drinking game with me?
You are dead meat.
What?
Tail.
Head.
You are in luck.
Thanks for your two grapes.
They gave me all the good luck.
Just give up.
Cut the crap. Come on.
What?
Tail.
Screw you.
Seriously,
how is your adopted father?
He passed away last year.
I couldn't find you.
Come on, let's drink for him.
And wish us success
on our bid for Wine God.
You call it Wine God.
I call it aged vinegar.
Forget it.
I don't care if it's gone rotten, stunk, sour
or something,
I have to get the wine.
This is my mission here.
Wish me success!
I'll give you the money
for the bidding.
I don't want your money.
I can handle it.
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