03x03 - The Stamford Trust Fall

[bunniefuu]

Morning.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, why wouldn't I
be all right?

I don't know.

Time for school.

Lafite '82,

Cheval Blanc '78.

Four of them are real.

One is fake.

Which one?

You tell me.

I don't know.

Come on. Swirl your wine.

Take in the bouquet.

Not every bottle we sell
is fake, right?

Maybe one in four.

The real ones,
we sell for what we buy,

so it doesn't touch our profits.

We can make millions.

Tell me what you taste.

I taste wine.

It's definitely wine.

Red. Red wine.
What are... what are you doing?

I put two years
in building the trail

of Misha Ostrakovich.

It's not gonna go south

because you start tossing out
flippant bullshit.

No, no, no, no, no. All right,
I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry.

You know, I-I didn't have
to make you my Misha.

No, I-I'm...
Look, I'm glad you did.

This is a commitment.

So if you're in...

you're in.

Okay. Okay.

We have a 9:30 breakfast
with DC Doug

and our friend the auctioneer.

So...

so just tell me
what the f*ck you taste.

Okay.

Okay.

Mmm.

I... Okay, yeah.
I taste, uh, dried cherry.

And, um, what is it?
Uh, it's, like, an earthy...

- It's wet hay is what I taste.
- Good.

Good?

That's the fake.

What's in it?

Ash,

-mold, tree bark...
- Mold?

And just
a teeny-tiny pinch of...

chicken sh*t.

That's not f*cking funny.

♪ It's gettin' harder out here ♪

♪ I keep tryin'
to just make my way ♪

♪ It's not lyin' ♪

♪ I'm only tryin' ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me. ♪

Anyone home?

Hello?

Package delivery.

What the f*ck?

- You remember me?
-'Course I remember.

- Where's your gramps?
- Just me this time.

You got something of mine? Hmm?

- Maybe something I dropped?
- What?

Like loose change?

Give me my badge,

or I'm gonna cut off
your little Naz,

feed it to the Labradoodle
next door.

I ain't got it, man.

Rafi's got your f*cking badge.

Who's Rafi?

Dude playing Xbox last night.

Found it after you left.

What's his last name?

I don't know.

J-Just Rafi!

He's a friend of Natalie's.

Are you ill?

What are you still doing in bed?

Huh?

You got a meeting
this morning in Hartford.

I called Joe Ramli.

I'm not going to go
hat in hand to Joe...

Hey. Joe's been our senator
for 30 years.

If anybody can help
with the, uh,

license, it's Joe.

Right? No hats.

No hats involved.

Then you go.

You're the heart and soul

of this business...
everybody knows that.

If I go, he'd only wonder
why you weren't there.

Otto,

about last night, I...

should've taken that
to my grave.

Careful.

It's hot.

Huh?

Yeah, you see?

You see this?

I'm your husband.

We're in this together.

Huh?

Now get your ass out of bed.

Hmm?

Um, Mr. Reynard?

I'm Lila Bowman's daughter.

Somebody, um...

told me a story,

uh, about, um,

my dad and...

your wife.

Is it true?

Don't make no difference.

Did you know?

About, um,

the affair?

Before the accident?

Your ma, she sat...

it was right where you are now.

In my head,
it's-it's so clear.

She...

she-she...

she told me.

We were both angry.

And, uh,

I didn't...

Wait, my mother.

Just...

She-she was hurt.

We-we got in my car.

We went looking.

My mother was in your car?

I-I hit the gas.

I-I just...

I j...

She-she was gone.

Wait, who-who was gone? Where?

I was in a hospital, in a coma.

- She ran off.
- Who ran off? Okay,

I was always told there were
three people in the accident.

- If my mother was in your car,
- I liked your ma.

- That's four people. Where-where was your wife?
- I-I...

Was she in the car with my dad?

Okay, already!

My wife ran off,
day of the accident,

back to Canada.

I never saw her again.

So, Misha's family acquired...
or built...

a rather remarkable cellar
across the decades.

My grandfather was a Communist

with deep-seated
capitalist tendencies, so...

It's a 2005 Latour.
Won't change your life,

but it's good enough
for breakfast.

So, during the Cold w*r,

wine was liquid currency, and...

Afterwards, the cellar was, um,

smuggled out of Russia
for similar reasons.

Mmm.

Mmm. You're underselling
this Latour.

It has good structure.

So the cellar is
currently scattered in transit.

But mostly on the West Coast.

- But we are looking to bring it into the market.
- Look, I...

I love wine, but I'm no expert.

And I have 20,000 bottles
scattered all over the world.

It's a little hard
to manage, right?

20,000?

Yeah. Give or take.

And how much of that '21 Petrus
from the other night?

Uh... uh, uh,
what is it, five cases?

- Only three.
- You promised me

my name is on one
of those cases,

for setting up this meeting.

I meant two available cases.

The point is that Misha
has decided that

he'd rather not live
with the stress

of maintaining the cellar.

As long as I can get
fair market value, right?

Are you unhappy with the return
you got on the Lafite

at the London auction last year?

You've done your homework.

To answer your question,

uh, that's why we're here
right now.

I explained to Misha

that you run one

of the most reputable houses
in New York

and to auction the cellar...
a few cases

to start... is the only way
to ensure a good price.

Hi. We need to talk.

Uh, I'm so sorry.
This is, uh...

-this is my former assistant.
- Hi. Wait,

your what?

Okay, I'm s... I-I'm...

I thought you never wanted
to see me again.

- I don't.
- Oh. Good. Well, that's great.

And you're welcome
for getting you out of jail.

Pete's in trouble. Real Pete.
Your cellmate, my cousin.

- I thought he was with Maggie.
- He showed up at my door, looking for you.

And since he's my actual cousin
and not a sociopathic liar,

I thought I should help him and
you might want to help him, too,

you know, since you did steal
his f*cking identity.

How did you find me?

I'm a skip tracer.

That's what I do.

Bye.

You owe Pete.

No, I don't. Good-bye.

- There...
- I am so sorry.

I had to fire her last year.
She's completely unstable.

She turns up every time
I'm in New York.

I was just detailing
to Alexandre the contents

of your cellar, and Alexandre
was very interested

in your '37 DRC.

Oh, yeah? Yeah,
that's-that's a good one. Yeah.

It's extremely rare to find
bottles in good condition.

No, this is
in excellent condition.

Damn right. He opened two
in one night for me.

-'Cause I was more than just his assistant.
- Okay. Come on. Let's go.

- I mean, you guys get that, right?
- Let's go. Come on.

Make sure he opens one
of the '37s

for you! They're so good!

Okay, so that-that was not cool,
all right?

That was not cool
the first time.

That was definitely not cool
the second time.

Pete Murphy.

Hey, Marius.

You've got one minute.

All right, um...

you remember the white-collar
finance guy from B-wing?

- Charlie Pump'n'Dump?
- I-I kind of promised him

I'd do a little favor.

What kind of favor?

Just a simple package delivery.

He-he wanted me
to pick up something

and deliver it to
this office spot up in Stamford.

Okay, what was in the package?

I didn't ask.
That was part of the deal.

Anyway, I get there.

I-I check in with security.

- Everything's fine.
- Uh-huh.

Except the office
isn't where he said it was.

And then
these two security guards

-start following me around.
- Uh-huh. Okay, so your minute's almost up.

I-I duck into this other office.

It's got a green door, okay?

And I-I stash the package
behind a couch,

thinking I can go back
when I'm not being followed

-by the guards.
- So go back.

I may've hit one of them.
Maybe both.

- Well, have her go.
- They check I.D.s.

So, she'd have
to con her way in.

And lies and cons are
your specialty.

- Hey...
- Who the f*ck is she?

That's the, uh, the family
I was hiding out with

in Connecticut.

So, how'd it go
with your friends?

Alexandre thinks you're
an unreliable clown.

I had to make big promises
to keep him on the hook.

- What kind of promises?
- A party. Tonight.

Featuring a 1937 Romanée-Conti,

which, according to your
former f*cking assistant,

you opened two of
just to get laid.

Well, that's great. I mean,
I look like an assh*le...

I don't have the '37 DRC

or the $35,000
it costs to buy one.

And without it, Alexandre and
his auction house cut us loose.

So let's just go
to a different house.

These people all talk.

It's a small,
exclusive community.

If Doug and Alexandre
vouch for us, we're in.

We lose them, we're dead.

I never should have called you.

Can't you just whip up
another '37?

- Like you did this morning? Yeah.
- For tonight?

Even if I had the right bottle,
I'd need a great young vintage,

like a 2009 DRC and a...

a shitload of other ingredients.

Wait, so you need ash, mold,

leather...

I got an idea.
I can get this for you.

Text me the rest
of the ingredients.

I'll have it to you by 3:00.
All right? Yeah.

All right, so,
I'll help you get your package.

But we got to go
to the farm first.

- For real?
- What? No. No. No way.

Then I'm not gonna help you get
the package. That's my price.

Come on.

The official story
is that there were two people

in my parents' car,
one in Jacques Reynard's,

and when the cars crashed,
my parents' car caught fire,

and the bodies were b*rned
beyond recognition.

I mean, there were
no dental records, nothing.

How much caffeine have you had?

I... Do you want me to go
to homecoming with you?

You'll go?

I ju... my God,
I need you to listen.

So, Jacques Reynard said

my mom was in his car.

Okay, he didn't mean to say it,
but he said it,

which means that my mom
wasn't with my dad, which means

-she didn't die.
- So, then,

who was in the car
with your dad?

What if the other body
was Jacques Reynard's wife?

Four people in the wreck,
not three.

Anjou with my dad,

and-and before the cops arrived,

my mom took a chance and ran.

She had written Maggie
about running off to California,

and Maggie... had been
writing her for a while to come.

- See?
- What's Hopkins Cars?

Um...

I don't...

Hold on.

- Gonna look it up?
- Yeah.

It's just a bunch
of commercials.

Wait. Click that one.

Do you need a car
for the little lady?

♪ If you want a great used car
for mother, wife or daughter ♪

♪ Come on down to Hopkins Cars ♪

♪ You'll save more
than you oughter. ♪

Hopkins Cars... Bakersfield's
number one used car dealer

for 27 straight years.

Yahoo!

I really appreciate this, Joe.

It's not my ideal.

If everyone had their ideal,

Audrey, there'd be no need
for politicians.

We've dealt with
the individual responsible.

If you could maybe just point me
in the right direction...

-who I ought to talk to?
- I'd be happy to,

but your license was reinstated
this morning.

Uh, by wh... by who?

It doesn't say.
It just said it was suspended,

and now it's not.

I guess somebody convinced
the attorney general

to cut you a break.

That doesn't make any sense.

Do you want your license back,

or do you want to keep staring
this gift horse in the mouth?

No. Oh.

Thank you.

- I owe you.
- I didn't do a g*dd*mn thing.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh...

- Is everything okay?
- Oh, yeah. No, nothing's wrong.

I just, I just needed
a word with Natalie.

Oh. Oh, sure. Of course.

Just a... a routine follow-up.

Um, she's in the kitchen.

Hey, sweetie.

Taylor's here to do a follow-up.

Um, can I get you something
to drink? Hot? Cold?

- No. No, thank you.
- Natalie?

If I want a beverage,
I'll get one.

Okay, I'll leave you to it.

How you feeling?

A little rough.

Your mom's worried about you.

Ah, is that why you're here?

I need to reach Rafi.

Why?

He stole something
that belongs to me.

Rafi's not a thief.

Then he found it and he took it.

How can I reach him?

Mm, mm.

Look...

I need my property back.

I'm trying to be
a nice guy here.

Just 'cause your grandpa
used to bang my mom

doesn't give you the right
to harass my friends.

I...

Oh, you didn't know.

You're full of sh*t.

I am not.

They went at it
for a couple of months.

Everything okay?

I don't know.

Why don't you ask
Captain America?

No, it's fine.

Thank you... for your time.

Have a great day.

- My favorite place in the world.
- Yeah. Okay. Come on.

- I still miss that porch swing.
- Okay.

20 minutes, in and out.

- You're Pete. You're Marius.
- Yeah.

- You get what you need, you're gone.
- sh*t.

Hey!

Hey-hey-hey.

The prodigals return.

Hi.

- How you doing?
- Did you bring Maggie with you?

- Huh?
- She's in, she's in Sedona.

Yeah, yeah.

- Oh, whoa, whoa. Okay.
- All right. Come on.

- Okay, here we go. Hey.
- Come on. Come on. -JULIA: Great.

Have you guys eaten?

- Yes.
- No.

Uh... uh, Julia has.

I was... I was just
about to make sandwiches.

I'll take one.

Uh, this is
really a flying visit.

- We're-we're...
- Yeah, actually, Julia has a...

has a job interview, uh,
with the same outfit as mine.

Insurance...

-investigator.
- Investigator.

Well... you know, good for you.

- I'm-I'm glad to see you doing well.
- Yeah.

Thought I heard voices.

Oh. Thank you.

What do you think
you're doing here? Huh?

Maggie's in Sedona.

I was just gonna make the boys
some sandwiches.

Don't-don't you guys
have that...?

Yeah, we got a...

-we got a...
- What about my sandwich?

Mmm.

So, um, Grandpa...

when we were younger,
w-who gave you a harder time,

me or Julia?

Julia.

She was such a crier.

Yeah, and, "meh..."

Huge set of pipes.

You, uh-huh,
you were a sweetheart.

Only problem with you was

you refused to potty train.

So we would just find you

dropping number twos
all over the house.

Julia, can I talk to you
for a minute?

Yeah.

Our license was restored
this morning.

Congratulations.

Did you have anything
to do with it?

No.

The woman at the board told us
that the only way

we could get our license back
is if you pled guilty

-on all charges.
- I'm not pleading guilty.

Point your finger
somewhere else.

- I care what happens to you.
- You didn't seem to care so much

-when you came by my hearing.
- Well, if you'd done anything

or you're planning on doing
anything with those two...

- Are we done? Swell.
- Ju...

Julia.

There you are,
you son of a bitch.

Okay.

You get the leather?

Yeah, I got it.

You okay?

Yeah. You ever... you ever wish
you were still ten years old?

- No, never.
- You're back again.

Yeah, I keep thinking
each time's gonna be the last.

Hi, Carly.

Hey.

What's with
the science experiment?

This is, uh, it's an...

-insurance plan.
- We're making wine.

Insurance plan.

Yeah. Um, hey,
are you gonna be staying

-at the motel again?
- No, I'm in, I'm in the city.

- Midtown... Robertson.
- Yeah.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, um...

Okay...

have you heard
of a car salesman,

uh, named Tex Hopkins?

It's complicated.

- Yeah, what isn't lately?
- Right?

I know. He's, um...

Tex is, uh...

Audrey's...

-dad.
- Dad.

Yep.

What?

Yeah. He's Audrey's dad.

Why have I never heard
about him?

They haven't spoken

-in-in a long time.
- Feud or something.

- Yeah.
- Right?

What was the feud about?

- What...
- Who knows?

- Hey, Julia.
- Hope you got what you need,

-'cause we're leaving. Hi, Carly.
- Yeah. Okay.

We got to go see the chickens.
I'll see you later.

Hey, oh, Julia, um...

have you heard of...

a guy named Tex Hopkins?

No. Why?

No reason.

He's just... Yeah, it's fine.

"Bakersfield."

♪ ♪

"Bakersfield."

"Bakersfield."
"Bakersfield."

Hey, Taylor.
Uh, I, uh...

I... I thought you had duty.

- It's graveyard.
- Mm.

How you been?

Where's Grandma?

She's in the back.

Pete and Julia were here,
and there's sandwiches.

So...

What was it made you ask me
to help you with Lorraine?

Her kid was in trouble.

So you were just a friend
helping an old friend out?

That's right.

How well did you know
this old friend back whenever...

Okay, smart-ass.

But it was a long time ago, and
your grandma knows all about it.

And it hurt her very badly,
which is why we're not talking

-about this right now.
- Is it still going on?

- Is wh-wh... Is what?
- Are you still...?

No. You came to her shop.

She clocked that you were
one of mine,

and she's desperate
to help her kid,

so she came and asked
for a favor.

You should have told me
who she was.

You're my grandson.

Why should I even talk to you
about any of this stuff?

This was a mistake.
Remember mistakes?

This was a mistake made
a long time ago.

A long time ago!

What are you two fighting about?

Ezzard Charles.
Do you remember Ezzard Charles

fighting, uh, Rocky Marciano.
You remember that?

Are you staying for dinner?

No, he's not staying.

I got a shift.
I got a shift.

Hi, Angie.

Uh, we're here to see
Mr. Hennessy.

Which company, sir?

From The Pearson Group.

Uh, we don't have
a "Pearson Group."

We were supposed to view
an office suite on the, uh...

- Third floor, possibly second.
- On the...

Uh, previously occupied
by C.R. Capital.

Ryan Hennessy from The Pearson
Group was gonna show it to us.

- I think they own the building.
- I told you, we should

-take the place in Scarsdale.
- Okay, don't push me.

I'm so sorry.
I hate Scarsdale.

Can you help me out, please?

- Let me check with operations.
- Thanks, Angie.

This is awful.
This is...

This is not what we're
looking for at all.

Uh, well,

I can only show you
the space that I have.

I'm sorry. We were told
that we were gonna be seeing

a private office
on the third floor.

Uh, well, the whole third floor
is currently occupied, so...

- Scarsdale.
- Okay.

Uh, I'm-I'm not familiar
with Mr. Hennessy,

- Yeah.
-but maybe if I spoke to him...

Oh, I'd love to speak
to him, too,

but he won't return
my phone calls.

But can you give us 15 minutes

and, uh, maybe we can try to
use our imaginations.

Okay.

Green door.

That Scarsdale thing
was pretty funny.

Slept with a guy from Scarsdale.

- Total prick.
- I didn't need to know that.

Where the f*ck are we?

- There's the green door.
- Ah.

Holy sh*t.

Let's go.

Wait. What is that?

It was the only thing
back there.

- Come on.
- Wait a minute.

Open it.

Shouldn't we be getting out
of here?

- Yeah. No, no. Open it.
- Fine.

What are you doing?
Pete-Pete needs us to take it.

f*ck Pete.

Where's the painting?

He left it.

This was you?

Afraid so, sport.

She set you up.

Hi.

I-I've got your ingredients.

Good. Get inside. I can use
the extra pair of hands.

No. No. Marius said I'm-I'm
supposed to just drop and go.

Yeah. You were supposed to be
here at 3:00. It's almost 5:00.

Get your ass inside.

It's not about creating
a 1937 DRC.

It's about making them believe

that they're tasting
a 1937 DRC.

Perception is everything.

We need to make a younger wine
taste older,

fragile... delicate...

slower to open.

Beautiful, isn't it?

It's a fake of course.

The real Storm on the Sea
of Galilee was stolen

from the Gardner Museum
in Boston in 1990.

Vignetti, T.H. Vignetti.

Fred Flintstone.

The con is an act of trust
turned on its head.

When operators like you
inflict pain,

the victims come to my door
to be made whole again.

That's my business.

Catching con men and dragging
them into the light.

I haven't done anything wrong.

I haven't committed a crime.

This particular forgery was sold

to a client of mine by a con man

by the name of Sy Rubinek
for $4 million.

You had a client

that bought a stolen painting
for $4 million?

I'm looking for Sy Rubinek.

Never heard of him.

You're the fourth
Marius Josipovic

I've tracked down.

The third I found
in a Tijuana jail

after he was charged
with drunk and disorderly.

Only that Marius's real name
was Pete Murphy.

But he led me to his cousin,
and she led me to you.

Now, if you were a petty crook,

you would have taken the
painting and never looked back.

But you'd seen it before,
because ten years ago,

you were a day-player on the con
where it was sold to my client.

Which means...
you know Sy Rubinek.

How much did he pay you
to set me up?

She merely had me call
the Connecticut attorney general

and have her family's
bail license restored.

I know how much you love family.

Well, I-I mean,
that was a wonderful evening,

but I've got to see a man
about a walrus.

I'm offering you a job.

My client has asked me
to bring down Sy Rubinek.

I think you're wasting
your time.

I'll pay you. Well.

And all you have to do
is help me con a con man.

No, thanks.

Hey. Hey!

I-I-I can't believe you
lied to me and set me up.

- It was for the license.
- Good on you.

It was for Audrey and Otto,
and you f*cking deserved it.

I would never do that to you.

You...

Look. Vignetti said
he would give me a job.

Okay? He-he said if I got you

to help me track down
this Sy Rubinek,

he would give me a job,
a real permanent job,

so I could afford a real lawyer
and not go to prison,

and not be away from my kids.

Julia,

that guy will never catch
Sy Rubinek.

- He caught you.
- No. No.

You don't want to let
Sy Rubinek out of the box.

Nobody's ever laid a glove
on him.

He's smart and he's mean
and he's ruthless.

And he's paranoid.

So it's a challenge.

You'd be on the right side
for once.

- Nobody chasing you.
- No, there is no right side.

There's just a bunch of sides

with people and their
stupid reasons.

No. Ju-Just, just...

Oh, God.

Yeah.

Carly?

Dinner!

Carly!

Carly!

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's up?

Um, you know, just, um...

Can I borrow $700?

Uh, that's...

That's, um...

- I...
- Sure.

No. It's, um...

Yeah, I mean, it's a lot,
it's a lot of money.

- Yeah.
- But, uh...

No. You don't have to.

Uh...

I'd still... I'd still go
with you to homecoming.

No, it's, um...

It-It's totally fine.

Really?

Should I ask
what the money's for?

What you don't know
can't hurt you.

But will it hurt you?

Right. Hey, hang on a second.

Hey, where's your shirt?

I spilled coffee
when I was coming in.

- I got a spare in my locker.
- You're a mess.

Straighten yourself up
before you hit the streets.

Fuzz nuts, have some respect.

Tell her it's all fine,
it's all fine.

Y-Yeah. It's just a buddy
from work.

Good boy.

Now, where's it at?

What?

You want to try again?

I mean, I don't have your badge.

So you do know about it.

Well, I have a phone;
Natalie called me.

Stop wasting my f*cking time.

Okay. Naz has got it.

He was bragging,
like it was a big laugh.

- Are you f*cking with me?
- Man, why would I be f*cking with you?

- I got my kid inside.
- I go visit Naz,

-if he doesn't have it...
- He's got it, man. I'm not lying.

I will come back here.

♪ ♪

♪ Top down ♪

♪ Top down ♪

♪ Top down ♪

There you are.

Douglas here
has been practically drooling

to get to the '37.

♪ Top down ♪

Where the f*ck have you been?

Well, obviously not having
as much fun as you.

I've been trying
to soil their palates

before they taste the '37,

'cause there's only
so much magic I can do

in four hours, so distractions
are at a premium.

But Alexandre
won't take anything

- until he's tasted the '37.
- Hi, Misha.

What the f*ck?

What is he doing here?

Peter has been
my good little errand boy

setting up this party, so

-he and Misha are cousins.
- Oh.

♪ Top down ♪

- There we go.
- Oh. Mmm.

I'm glad you made it back
from Stamford.

I-I knew that you were too smart
to get hung up by that.

And miss all this fun?
Never.

Ready?

♪ I got up ♪

♪ About a quarter to 9:00 ♪

♪ I got up ♪

Yeah.

♪ And to my surprise
I found a new finger ♪

Smoky.

Earthen.

I get Cuban cigar with a hint

of late-era Catherine Deneuve.

She did age well.

♪ What I'm capable of ♪

It's an unusual back end.

I'll be interested
to see how it develops,

but it's a lovely start.

It reminds me of the '26 I had
in Vienna three years ago.

♪ On the familiar five... ♪

Naz!

Naz!

- Give me the f*cking badge, assh*le.
- Hey! Hey! Just...

f*ck, man.

I don't have your f*cking badge.

sh*t.

- Stop.
- I'm taking...

Stop the car!
Stop the car!

Let go, man.
f*cking let go, man.

Whoa, wait!

Not so tough now, assh*le!

f*ck.

- f*ck.
- Damn it. f*ck.

Switch off the engine
and step out of the vehicle.

Out of the vehicle.
Out of the vehicle. Hands up.

Let me see your hands.

Is that your badge?

You!
Hands behind your head!

Turn around!
Up against the car!

♪ Fools rush in ♪

♪ Where angels fear to tread ♪

♪ And so I come to you,
my love ♪

♪ My heart above my head ♪

♪ Rush in where
wise men never go ♪

♪ But wise men
never fall in love ♪

♪ So how are they to know? ♪

♪ When we met ♪

♪ Where angels fear to tread ♪

♪ And so I come to you... ♪

I was 17 years old

before wine
first passed my lips.

Can you imagine?

I was looking
to impress someone.

A wealthy man.

I've been poor
on four continents,

and it was no fun
on any of them.

And then, through wine...

I gained entry into a world
I'd previously been denied.

Forget the small sale.

Five cases.

We should announce your presence
with authority

and auction off 250 cases
right up front.

No. I don't think Misha's ready
to barge into the market.

No, we'll make an event of it.

A statement of intent.
3,000 bottles.

I'll put you on the cover
of the catalog.

That is...

unless you're not serious?

No, it's just, we're...

No, no, no, no, no.
We're serious.

It's just...
they're scattered around

in different places.
The West Coast. Europe.

Life's too short for baby steps.

250 cases,

or we don't do it at all.

sh*t.

No, it can't be that bad.

We need 3,000 bottles,

2,000 of which need to be real.

Well, so how much seed money
do we need for 3,000 bottles?

Way more than I have.

- No, no, no.
- I spent everything I have

getting Alexandre
and Douglas this far.

I'm sorry.
How much? How much?

sh*t.

This is because of you.

Whatever.

-- Just give me an amount.
Just how...

$400,000.

The whole point was to start
small so that we can grow.

Five cases giving us money to
make ten. Ten so we can make 20.

So we need to find $400,000.

What-what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

This... Business, it was...
This is a business party.

Okay, um...

I think that my mom
might be alive.

Can you... can you just give me
one-one second?

- Your-your, uh, your mother might be alive?
- I think. Maybe.

- So, do you have any evidence of this?
- Sort of.

- So, no.
- I have pieces.

She-she wasn't with my dad
in the car.

Okay?
She was with Jacques.

Yeah, and-and she had written
your mother

about running off to California,
and so it all...

-it-it kind of fits, and I'm just, I...
- So, Carly, Carly...

people don't just rise
from the dead, right?

- Okay, but what if I'm right?
- I don't...

- I-I have to at least try to
find out, right? -

I mean, tell me that I...

I'll be right back
with the ice.

Hey, Carly.

Oh, um...

- Go back inside.
- Hmm?

Go back inside.

I am so stupid.

You're leaving?

No, I'll be back.

Yeah.

I'm gonna get the money.

'Cause it's my fault, anyway.

Who the hell are you,

and what have you done
with Marius Josipovic?

I just need
a little bit of time,

but, uh, I'm gonna get
the $400,000.

You need to keep Alexandre
on the hook.

I made a commitment to you.

Hey, wake up.

- Aren't you still pissed at me?
- No.

You need to get out of here.

- New York does not suit you.
- No. I'm sorry. You're...

- I didn't mean...
- No, no, no, no, no, no. It's okay, it's okay.

I just, uh...

You should go find your mother
in Sedona.

She's, uh...
she'll be happy to see you.

Well, what... what about you?

- What are you gonna do?
- I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

Here.

Oh.

- No, hey, Marius...
- What?

I-I...

- What am I doing here?
- Come on.

By all means, sit.

- He just called me and asked me to come.
- Sy Rubinek.

I'll find him.
I'll set him up.

I'll help you take him down,
but I want $400,000.

Done.

And the Bernhardts get to keep
their license, no matter what.

- Agreed.
- And her.

I don't see her.
She doesn't come near me.

But she still gets a lawyer.

- No.
- What? Why-why not?

Well, then I'm out.

I'll give her the lawyer,
but you're gonna see her.

I don't possibly trust you,

so she's gonna go
everywhere you go.

She's gonna be my eyes and ears.

- But you trust her?
- She hates you.

Don't I get some say in this?

Do you want a job or not?

- Anyone but her.
- Her.

- Fine.
- Shall we shake?

No.

Carly?

Thank God.

- Is that you?
- I'm so, so sorry, Grandma.

- I didn't mean to scare you.
- Is it her?

Well, we've been up all night,
worried sick.

- Where are you?
- You don't have to worry about me.

- I'm-I'm fine.
- But where are you?

Uh,

I'm in California...

with your father.

Um... he says that

my mom is alive.

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