text / [United States] Alexander Payne, Jim Taylor
translation / Zhao Xiangling
in the context of the film manufacturer's logo: knocking on the door and distant dog barking.
Against a black background, a sign was made—
"Saturday"
knocking on the door, first tentative and polite, and gradually eager.
Then we heard someone getting up.
Miles (outside the painting):... Damn... the
door opened, and the picture suddenly changed from black to light, so bright that you couldn't open your eyes like you wake up after drinking and see the light of the day.
A worker stood outside the door.
Miles (outside the picture): What's the matter?
Worker: Hey, Miles, please move your car, okay?
Miles (outside the picture): What's wrong?
Worker: The painter needs to drive the truck in. Your car is a little in the way.
Miles (outside the picture. Sigh, then say): Okay, wait a minute.
He slammed the door shut.
Exterior scene, the apartment building where Miles lives,
with subtitles during the day-
"San Diego, California"
Miles Raymond, wearing only a bathrobe and flip flops outside his underwear, came out of the unit door and faced the street. Go. He passed by five or six Mexicans waiting to start work.
Miles got into his convertible Saab that had been driving for twelve years. The car was parked far from the road, blocking part of the lane. The car chuckled a few times and caught fire.
After Miles drove the car away, the group began to dump the truck in.
Location, street,
Miles took a turn during the day and found another parking space for the car.
Interior view, Saab car, take the front
He turned off the engine, exhaled a long breath, and put his hands on his head, as if it had a headache or sadness. He leaned back on the seat back, closed his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.
Interior view, inside Miles' apartment. The
door slammed open during the day . Miles rushed into the kitchen, looking over the camera lens.
Miles: Oops!
He put the pot up.
The clock on the microwave oven shows 10:50.
While calling, Miles hurriedly threw the clothes into his suitcase.
Miles: Yeah, no. Yes, I meant to be there at noon, but we were doing repairs everywhere in our building, making it messy, and I had a lot of things to deal with in the morning. But I was about to leave, and I went out soon. That's great, ok, see you later.
Interior view, Miles' bathroom,
on the toilet during the day -
Miles opened a book, put it on his lap, turned a page, and read it with concentration.
Later-
Miles takes a shower.
In the mirror-
Miles flossed his teeth.
Interior, cafe,
Miles finally came to the front during the day .
Barista: Hello, Miles.
Miles: Hello, Simon. Please give me a triple-strength coffee.
Barista: Didn't you sleep, okay? (Ring the bell inside) Do you want to eat here?
Miles: No, I'm going to be late. Got to take it away. Give me another copy of the "New York Times" and... (looking at the pantry)... a croissant stuffed with spinach.
Exterior view, the entrance ramp of Highway 5,
Miles’ Saab car drove up to the top of the ramp during the day , merged and drove into the highway.
Insert-
the crossword column of the New York Times-spread out on the steering wheel. One third of the word has been filled out.
Exterior view, Highway 5, daytime
We seemed to have seen from a nearby car, Miles carefully filled in an answer as he drove.
Interior/exterior scene, Saab car,
through the windshield during the day -
a road sign reads in both Western and English:
Palos Verdis Manor
1/4 mile The
camera pans towards Miles, he is hitting a parallel line Signal. The completed crossword puzzle is placed on the passenger seat.
Exterior view, Palos Verdes Avenue.
Like many wealthy suburbs in Southern California during the day , the houses in this neighborhood are mostly luxurious buildings.
Miles drove the car into a private driveway and parked behind an old BMW and two Lexi cars. He got out of the car and walked quickly towards the front door of this house.
Interior view. In the
large split-level living room of Elganian's house during the day , a huge rear-projection TV is playing a golf game.
Wide-angle lens-
sitting on the super comfortable sofa watching TV: a silver-haired, tanned real estate tycoon Mike Elganian; his soon-to-marry eldest daughter Christina Elganian; and There is Jack Lopat in a bowling shirt, shorts and slippers.
Mrs. Elganian was an elegant and warm housewife. She let Miles into the house.
Mrs. Elganian: See who is coming!
Miles: Hello, hello.
Mr. Elganian and Jack stood up and shook hands with Miles. Although Jack maintains an amiable appearance, we can see that he is actually very angry.
Jack: Here you are, buddy. My Mr. on time.
Mr. Elganian: We thought you had gone the wrong way to Tijuana, and they wouldn't let you come back.
The Elganian family laughed, and Miles smiled reluctantly.
Miles: I had to bribe them.
Everyone laughed harder.
Christina: Hey, Miles.
Miles (goes forward and kisses Christina): Seriously, the road today was terrible, terrible. Vehicles will grow and grow along the way. Probably those who came out early on weekends, even if I came out a little later, it was not the same.
Although Mr. Elganian kept the TV silent, his eyes were still watching, as did Jack and Miles.
Mrs. Elganian: Christina, why don't you ask Miles about the cake?
Christina: Yeah, good idea. Come, Miles, come with me to the kitchen.
Jack: Stop bothering him, we have to go.
Christina (holding Myers' hand): Just one minute.
Interior view, Elganian's kitchen.
Jack and the Elganian family were surrounded by Miles during the day , watching him taste two pieces of cake on the plate-one white and one brown.
Mrs. Elganian: Jack said you are going to publish a book. Congratulations.
Mr. Elganian: Yes, congratulations.
Miles glanced at Jack. Mrs. Elganian took some ice cubes from the door of the refrigerator.
Miles: Oh, yes, it’s not finalized yet, but someone is interested—
Mrs . Elganian (to Jack): Your friend is very humble.
Jack: Yes, Miles, don't be humble anymore. Make them happy too, don't let people think I'm lying.
Mr. Elganian: What book? Documentary works?
Miles: No, it's a novel. Fiction. However, a lot of the content is written based on my life, so technically speaking, maybe some places are documentary.
Mr. Elganian: Well, I like documentary works. There are so many things to understand in the world, and it is too wasteful of time to read a story made up by one person.
Christina: Which one do you like?
Miles: Both are good. If I have to choose, I prefer the brown one.
Jack (to Christina): Look!
Interior view, Saab, then
seen in the rearview mirror-the
Elganian family waved goodbye.
Inside the car-
Miles started the car, and at the same time waved goodbye to the owner with Jack.
Jack: Where the hell have you been, eh? I'm almost anxious. It's time to drive a hundred kilometers by now.
Miles: What can I do if there is a traffic jam.
Jack: Come on, you must fucking drink too much.
Miles: Yes, there was a wine tasting last night. But I also want to get some wine. Let's drink it on the road. Look inside the box.
Jack turned around and began to pull up inside the carton containing the wine.
Miles: Why are you telling them about my book?
Jack: Didn't you say that everything is ready.
Miles: I didn't say anything. What I'm talking about is that my agent heard that someone is interested in "The Problem of Life"...
Jack: Yes, "The Problem of Life".
Miles: …One of the editors is submitting it to a senior editor. There may be some news this week, but it is too early. Alas, things are always like this. I've always experienced this kind of waiting game.
Jack: Hard to say. senior editor? I think you have a door.
Miles: That's not necessarily true, what do you think? After all, "The Problem of Life" is just a small theme, and I don't have much hope. Just leave it alone, just let it go.
Jack turned around and sat down, holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hand.
Jack: But I know, you can do it this time. I can feel it, it will work. My buddy, I am proud of you. Among the people I know, you are the best.
Jack started to tear off the tin foil from the mouth of the wine bottle.
Miles: Don't drive in a hurry, there's no ice yet.
Jack: Come on, celebrate, come on.
Miles: This is a bottle of Byron in 1992. It's quite rare. Don't open it. I keep it!
Jack tore off the wire from the bottle, the cork jumped up with a bang, and champagne poured out of the bottle like a fountain.
Miles: Oh, Jack! Half a bottle of wine is wasted by you!
Jack poured wine into two glasses.
Jack: Stop talking. (Hands Miles a glass) A toast to a happy week.
Miles (changes his mind): Okay, I should do it. Although you are a bit stupid, I'm so happy that we are rarely together this time.
Jack: Come.
Miles: You know, I've long wanted to take you on a wine tasting trip. I started to feel a little discouraged.
The two clinked glasses and drank.
Jack: Ah, it's delicious.
Miles: 100% Pinot Noct, a unique vineyard. They didn't even do it.
Jack: Pinot? Why is it white? Doesn't black mean dark colors?
Miles: Oh, don't ask this kind of question in the wine country, people will treat you as a fool.
Jack: Tell me about it.
Miles: The color of red wine comes from the skin of the grape. This grape juice is skinless and there is no skin medium during fermentation, so it is colorless.
Jack (not listening carefully): It's delicious.
Location, highway,
Saab heading north during the day .
Interior view, inside the car, during the day
two people continue to drink and drive.
Miles: Hey, have you read the latest draft of the book?
Jack: Oh, watched, watched.
Miles: How is it?
Jack: I like it very much, much better. All in all, how should I say, it's a little tight, a little... clumpy.
Miles: How about the new ending? Like it?
Jack: Hey, I like it. much better.
Miles: There is no new ending. After page 750, it hasn't moved.
Jack: Really, that must have changed before that, so I think the ending is fresh.
Interior view, gas station,
Miles was refueling during the day , Jack stretched his legs nearby, or wiped the windshield or something.
The phone rang and Jack reached into his pocket.
Jack (looks at the phone): It's Christina. (Turns on the phone) Hey, it's you.
Christina (on the phone): Did you have fun?
Christina's voice was too loud, and Jack had to hold the phone away from his ears.
Jack: Happy, these twenty minutes have been like riding on a rocket.
Christina: Okay, that's great.
Silence, then-
Jack: Is there anything wrong?
Christina (on the phone): Just to ask how you are. Also, my mother and I looked at the seat map again. I wonder if you want Tony Levine to sit next to the Feldermans, or put him at the single table?
Jack glanced at Miles, hoping he wouldn't mind.
Christina (on the phone): How good are you? Sit with Feldman and his wife?
Jack didn't even hear what she asked.
Jack: All right, Feldmans.
Jack was still answering the phone, Miles put the fueler back, screwed on the fuel hole cap, and the two got into the car together. We followed them on the road.
Christina (on the phone): Really? Because I don't know, I was thinking...
Jack: Oh, then put him at the single table.
Christina (on the phone): The problem is, in that case, another seat will be available.
Jack: Then put him next to the Feldmans. You and your mother will do whatever you want.
Christina (on the phone): Don't perfuse me, I want you to participate in this decision, he is your friend.
Jack: It's not perfunctory, I told you what I thought, this matter doesn't seem to matter much, you just do it. Besides, now is my time with Miles, I hope you don't call in five minutes.
Christina (on the phone): I won't make a phone call in five minutes, but this matter is very important.
Jack: Honey, I mean, you know I need a little space before getting married, didn't I mean that? Didn’t we talk to Dr. Gertler the same way?
Silence, and then—
Christina (on the phone): Why do you seem to provoke someone?
Jack: I don't know, Christina. Maybe I think it's annoying.
Christina (on the phone): Just ask you a simple question, how can you upset you all at once?
Jack: Listen, when we get to the place, I will call you. Shall we talk about it then?
Christina (on the phone): Goodbye.
Jack: I love you.
Christina (on the phone): Goodbye.
Jack shut the phone with a snap, and for a while, he was so angry that he didn't know what to do.
Miles: Tony Levine? Why are you asking Tony Levine?
Exterior view, Highway 405,
Saab heading north in the evening -at this time passing through the city of Los Angeles.
Inside/outside scene, Saab car, in the evening
Miles signaled and started to drive towards the highway exit.
Jack: Uh, why are you getting off the high speed here?
Miles: I have to stop for a while, not too long.
Jack: What are you doing?
Miles: I just thought, we can say hello to my mother.
Jack: Your mother? My goodness, Miles, we should have been there a few hours ago.
Miles: Tomorrow is her birthday, we can't pass by the door without entering, can we? For a while, she lived on the edge of the highway.
Exterior view, 101 highway,
Saab exits in the evening .
Jack (outside the picture): How old is your mother?
Miles (outside the picture): Well... 70 years old now.
Jack (outside the picture): Long enough.
slightly.
Outside view, on the street of the apartment complex, the
Saab car went around the corner at dusk and stopped in front of a small apartment building.
Subtitled:
"Oxnard, California"
location, Miles's mother's apartment,
walked to the door of the apartment at dusk , Miles drew a handful of flowers from a plastic shopping bag, and Jack held a bottle of champagne in his hand. Miles took another birthday card from the bag.
Miles: Wait a minute.
He took a pen from his pocket and signed the card. As he licked the envelope, Jack rang the doorbell.
After a while, Phyllis came to the door. She was a fat old woman with a coat over her dressing gown.
Miles and Jack: I didn't expect it! happy Birthday!
The two presented flowers and champagne. Phyllis spoke with a slightly vague voice—she was also celebrating her birthday.
Phyllis: My God, Miles, Jack, I didn't expect it. I can't remember when you gave me flowers last time.
Hug with two people.
Jack: This is what the two of us meant.
Phyllis: A famous actor brought flowers to celebrate my birthday. What is this not a privilege?
Jack: A famous actor who will get married next week.
Phyllis: Oh, is it? That's great. I hope this girl knows how lucky it is to marry Derek Summers than her own.
Two people followed her into the room.
Interior view, Myers’ mother’s apartment, next to
Jack: Hey, Mrs. Raymond, that was eleven years ago.
Phyllis: Yes, you did a great job that time. I just don't understand why you got a brain tumor so quickly, why you didn't become the greatest movie star in the world, what a pity, what a pity.
Jack: Yes, you should be my agent.
Phyllis: If I did, I would sing carols for you all over the street until they put me in a lunatic asylum. Hey, Miles, why didn't you tell me when you brought this handsome guy?
Look what I wear. I have to dress up.
Jack: You are beautiful, Mrs. Raymond.
Phyllis (turning around): Oh, come on. You sit down for a while. (From the inner room) Are you hungry?
Miles: Yes, I am hungry.
Jack glanced at Miles.
Miles (in a low voice): Just have some snacks, don't worry.
Miles led Jack into this small apartment. The TV was on, the room was messy, and a treadmill and an old exercise bike were lying in the corner with a pile of newspapers, letters and plates, no one cared.
Interior view, the kitchen of Myers’ mother’s house. At night,
Miles put the ice wine bucket in the sink, filled with water, poured ice cubes, and then put the champagne bottle in, and then got it-
interior view, Miles’ mother’s house In the living room,
Miles sits on the sofa next to Jack at night . Jack is watching the TV show "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
Miles: Let me show you something. The trick to opening champagne is that when the cork is opened, you have to press the mouth of the bottle so that it won’t be-
Jack (focus on TV): Wait a minute. This buddy is going to pass the 2500 mark.
Miles opened the cork gracefully, nothing happened.
Phyllis (outside the painting): Get ready, I'm going to make an appearance!
The two turned to look at Phyllis. She was wearing trousers and tops, with thick makeup, eyebrows, and her eyes hanging. The whole person looked worse than before.
Phyllis: Ah, champagne! Why don't you take it to the balcony, Miles? I think we can eat on the balcony.
Outside view, on the balcony of Miles's mother's home. At night,
Miles and Jack are sitting on a net chair around a glass round table, eating.
Everyone was a little excited about drinking, especially the old lady who celebrated her birthday. She went to the kitchen to fetch a plate of food.
Jack: It's delicious, Mrs. Raymond. too delicious.
Phyllis (sit down on one side): It's just some leftovers.
Jack: Is this a chicken?
Phyllis: If someone tells me in advance that he is bringing a special friend, I will make something better, like roast pork or something.
Miles: Surprise you, mom.
Phyllis: I put clean sheets on the other bed and the folding bed. Don't leave. Wendy, Ron and their twins will pick us up at the Sheraton at 11:30 tomorrow for lunch. They did a great job there. Wendy is happy to hear that you are here.
silence. Jack was stunned when he raised his fork halfway.
Miles; did you tell Wendy?
Phyllis: Just now, she was so happy. The children too.
Miles (pretending to be happy): Really? However, Jack was anxious to hurry... Well, let's do it, it depends on the situation.
Phyllis: Then you can figure it out. I just think it’s good for my family to get together for my birthday.
Miles: Well, yes. (Wiping mouth) I'll come.
He got up and walked into the room.
Interior view, the aisle leading to Miles’ mother’s room, at night
Miles walks towards the room...
Interior view, Miles’ mother’s bedroom, night
... He walked straight to her dressing table and opened a drawer, which was full of bras, panties, and socks. He was pulling in his mother's underwear and found a tube of "radar" mosquito killer. Mosquito killer?
He unscrewed the bottom cover, opened the tube, and found that it was a valuables concealed as ordinary household items. Inside is a roll of one hundred dollar bills.
Miles (removing a few photos quickly): …Six, seven, eight… (one more one to make a good luck) Nine.
When it was done, he closed the drawer. As he tucked the banknotes into his pocket, his eyes saw the picture in the frame above the dressing table-
9-year-old Miles stood proudly in front of his childhood house in San Diego, showing people a car of freshly harvested lettuce . The sign "One Dime One Bundle" was stuck in the car.
A family portrait taken in Sears: It shows the much younger Phyllis, her husband and their two children-12-year-old Miles and 7-year-old Wendy.
Miles at the wedding. He and his bride Victoria looked young and beautiful, radiant and full of longing.
Interior view, the toilet at Miles’ mother’s house.
Miles comes in at night , flushes the toilet and leaves. Outside
scene, the balcony of Miles's mother's house. At night
, when Miles opened the door and returned to his seat, Jack poured another glass of wine for Phyllis.
Phyllis: What is the other one you played, the one you played the runner?
Jack: Oh, that's, um, let me think about it... it's made for "spray cleaning".
Phyllis: "Spray wash", yes, that's it.
Jack: Yeah, I still remember the girl I took with me, she was amazing.
Phyllis: I remember you were running. Hello, when are you going to have a happy event?
Miles (annoying): This Saturday, do you remember, mom? I told you.
Jack: Miles is my best man, Mrs. Raymond. My iron buddy.
Phyllis (with another drink): Miles, when will you get married again?
Miles: I just got divorced, Phyllis.
Jack: It's been two years, buddy.
Phyllis: You should go back and spend time with Victoria, you two are very suitable.
Jack was embarrassed for his friend and stared at his food.
Phyllis: She suits you well.
(Turns to Jack) Beautiful and smart. You know her, don't you?
Jack: Yes, yes. Very familiar. Still.
Phyllis: I really worry about you, Miles. Need money?
Miles: I'm fine.
Miles had another drink.
Go dark.
Under the black background, a sign was made-
"Sunday"
Miles (outside the picture): Jack, Jack.
Interior view, in the bedroom of Miles' mother's house. During the day,
Jack suddenly woke up and found Miles standing beside him, shaking him.
Pulling behind the camera-
Jack gets up and we see him lying on Phyllis' bed like mud, with her various flower pillows and cushions on it.
Interior view, in the living room of Myers' mother's house. During the day,
Phyllis was snoring and lying curled up on the sofa, wearing the trousers and jacket. The TV was obviously not turned off overnight, and it was now playing a bizarre cartoon. When Miles opened the front door, he saw that Jack was going to turn off the TV and waved him not to move.
Miles (whispering loudly): Will wake her up.
When they left and gently closed the door, we panned the camera to the handful of flowers that had been left intact on the side table.
Interior view, a fast food restaurant on the side of the road, during the day
two plates of food dangling in front of two breasts that were zipped in the uniform.
Pull behind the lens-
An innocent and sexy young waitress was attending early for Jack and Miles, their hair tousled and their beard unshaven. Jack squinted and stared at the waitress.
Jack: Hey, I came here early in the morning. Do you understand me?
Miles: She is still a child, Jack. I haven't even looked at that stuff for a long time.
Jack: This is your problem, Miles.
Miles: If nothing else, she wouldn't like us.
Jack: That's about yourself. I always attract the attention of beautiful girls, no matter what age you are.
Miles: Not worth it. The price is too high to be given away in vain.
For a while, they ate silently.
Jack: You need to indulge so much.
Miles shrugged and declined to comment.
Jack: You need to come too much now. Listen, as a gift to your best man, I will ask you to have a good time this week. I won't give you any pencil sharpeners, gift cards, or other fart stuff.
Miles: I would rather have a knife.
Jack: No, no, formally speaking, you have been holding back for almost two years.
You have always been a negative guy, in college. It's worse now-wasting time in vain. What eighth grade English are still being taught? They should have read the book you wrote. your book.
Miles: Am I working hard?
Miles ate his eggs and bread attentively.
Jack: Still go to see that psychiatrist?
Miles: Go on Monday, but most of the time I am helping him learn computer.
Jack: Huh, what kind of fart therapy, what medicine are you taking, Anshu Ding?
Miles: Yes, there are anti-suppression spirits.
Jack: Forget it, fuck. You need to move your joints, that's what you need.
Miles: Nothing happened to me this week, it's all your time. I want you to see and experience happy hours, some are good wine, play golf, eat some delicious food, look at the scenery, and give you a decent start.
Jack: You have to get a girl.
Jack saw the waitress come out from the kitchen and motioned for her to add some coffee. She smiled and nodded, indicating that she would come soon. Jack smiled back and raised a hand to show that he was waiting for her to come. He turned around and saw Miles staring at him.
Jack: What's the matter?
Location, the central coast. In
a series of shots during the day , we saw the Saab car-with the roof closed at this time-driving on Highway 101, passing by some landmarks that people familiar with the Santa Barbara area can recognize .
The accompaniment music of this group of shots brings us into the rhythm of the road.
Interior/exterior scene, Saab car, the
car drove down from the Santa Ynez mountain during the day and headed for Buelton. In the convertible car, Miles and Jack had to yell loudly to hear each other.
Miles: I said, let's get off from Santa Rosa and go to Sanford first.
Jack: Which way to go recently, I have to have a drink.
Miles: The people here brew the best Pinot and Chadonay, the most productive in Santa Barbara County.
(Looking out the window) See how nice the scenery is. Today is great!
Jack: I don't think you like Shadonai.
Miles: I like all varieties. I just don't like the way the Californian Sardona operates-too heavy oak smell and indirect fermented milk smell.
Interior view, Santa Rosa exit, during the day the
Saab car came down from Highway 101 and turned into Santa Rosa Road.
Interior/exterior scene, Saab car, during the day the
two drove past a vineyard with crystal clear grapes.
Miles: Ah, it's so beautiful! Isn't it pretty? The sea is beyond the mountain. You know, the reason why this area is rich in Pinot is because the cold air in the Pacific will blow in along the valley at night to cool down the grapes. Pinot is a thin-skinned grape that doesn't like heat and humidity.
Jack looked at Miles, envious that this friend was both knowledgeable and talkative.
Saab was off the main road at this time and drove on a long gravel road.
Jack: Hello, Miles, I really hope your novel sells well.
Miles: Thank you, Jack. I also hope that. (Look at it carefully) It's here.
Exterior view, Sanford wine tasting house,
Miles parked his car in the parking lot during the day . When they got out of the car and walked--
Myers: Hey, what did you decide to eat in the end?
Jack: That's it, steak and salmon.
Miles: Really, but what about salmon? After cooking, add yogurt spice sauce, mustard or curry?
Jack: I don't know. Salmon. Don’t you eat fish and often drink white wine?
Miles: Hey, listen, you still have to figure this out first, because different methods drink different wines.
Jack (takes out the phone): Let me call Christina.
Miles: Not necessary now. Let's go wine tasting first.
Jack: I owe her a phone call anyway.
Jack quickly dialed the number, and Miles had no choice but to restrain his eagerness to enter the wine-tasting house.
Jack: Hello, my dear, we are here and we are going to taste white wine soon. We need to know how salmon is made.
Jack listened and suddenly became anxious.
Jack: No, I know, I didn't forget. It's just that we stopped at Miles' mother's house. It was too late to call you, so we call you now. I said it, sorry, yes, I said it. (To Miles) You heard me say sorry, right?
Miles shrugged.
Jack: Miles heard me say sorry.
Jack made more and more vigorous calls, and slowly walked out of the parking lot under his feet, and we gradually couldn't hear him.
Jack: Give me a chance this time, okay? I just called to ask about salmon. We used it for the wedding banquet-I want to be more concerned as you said-but you kept asking about last night, okay, sorry, I didn't call you last night telephone. You are absolutely right. I understand, I still want to try my best to find the best wine to have the best wedding. Shouldn't I be praised? Okay, look, I have to go now, I'm in the parking lot now, Miles is still waiting for me... The
phone is on, Jack's voice is high and low. Miles decided to go into the tasting house.
Interior view, Sanford Tasting Room,
Miles sitting in front of the wine table during the day , with two glasses in front of him. Jack walked in and sat down next to him.
Jack (proudly): The creamy glaze is still burning.
Miles: But talk to me.
Chris serving wine? Burroughs, wearing a pony tail and a cowboy hat, walked over.
Chris: This is the guy who was being trained?
Miles: Yes, Jack, Chris. Chris, Jack.
Chris shook hands with Jack.
Jack: Hello?
Chris: How about you have a glass of rose wine first?
Jack: That sounds good.
A little Pinot rose wine was poured in both glasses.
Jack: This is a rose, right?
Miles: That's right, it's a rose. Only it is unusually made with 100% Pinot.
Jack: Pinot? Don't let me catch you again!
(To Chris jokingly) You know, not all Pinaults are black.
They laughed together. Miles dangled the wine glass in a circle on the wine table, then raised it to smell it. Jack also learned how to do it awkwardly, and spilled some wine on the table.
Miles: Look.
We see the details described by Miles.
Myers: First pick up the glass and examine it against the light to see the color and clarity of the wine.
Jack: What should the color look like?
Miles: It depends on the breed. Feel it thick or thin? Like water? Like syrup? Ink? amber? Or something else?
Jack: Oh.
Myers: Now tilt the wine glass, you can see its color density at this time, because the closer the edge of the glass, the thinner the wine. This can tell you, for example, the age of wine. It is usually more important to look at red wine in this way. This wine is very new, so it hangs on the glass. Now stick your nose in.
Jack dangled the wine glass under his nose, like smelling a bottle of perfume.
Miles: Don't be embarrassed, stick your nose in.
Jack buried his nose in the wine glass.
Miles: What do you smell?
Jack: Can't tell. wine? Fermented grapes?
Miles sniffed.
Miles: It's not obvious yet, but you can still smell... (sniffs a few more times) a little orange... maybe a little strawberry... a passion fruit... even a little asparagus Taste...or like a nutty Dutch spherical cheese.
Jack smelled it again and his eyes lit up.
Jack: Well, it probably smells like strawberry. Yes, strawberry flavor. I'm not sure if it tastes cheese or not.
Miles: Now put your cup down and let it breathe.
Miles spins the wine very skillfully, and Jack learns to do the same.
Myers: The oxidation of the air makes the wine release its aroma. This is very important. Let's smell it now.
The two smelled the wine. Jack smiled.
Miles: You can do this for every type of wine.
Jack: When should you drink it?
Miles: Now.
Jack sipped the wine in one sip, while Miles tasted it in his mouth before swallowing it.
Jack: How do you like this wine?
Miles: Usually they will give you a cup first, so you can learn more. But this cup is pretty good.
(To Chris) This is new wine, isn't it, Chris?
Chris: Just came out of the cellar two months ago.
Miles: Good job.
Chris: We like this wine.
Jack (to Miles): I think you can work in the winery.
Miles: Hey, that's not bad.
Miles noticed what Jack was doing.
Miles: Are you chewing gum?
Jack: Do you want it?
Location, Solwang, California, during the day
Saab driving through this Danish-themed tourist town.
Subtitles-
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Solwang " location, Boylton, California, during the day
Saab drove into this ordinary-looking Central Coast town on the side of the highway.
Subtitles-
"Boyton"
location, Windmill Hotel,
Saab slowly drove into the parking lot of this motel during the day . Look, the windmill is over there, and its decorative blades are motionless.
Interior view, hotel room,
Miles and Jack walked into the room during the day and threw their luggage on their respective beds.
Later-
Miles sat on the bed and waited patiently, the sound of water from the spray nozzle and out-of-tune singing came from the shower. He knocked hard on the wall.
Miles: Hey, hurry up, Jack!
Jack (outside the picture): It's ready soon!
Miles opened the drawer beside the bed and found there was a "Bible" gifted by Gideon International, and he threw it in the trash can-apparently he often does this when staying in a hotel.
Exterior view, Highway 246, at dusk
After taking a shower and changing clothes, Myers and Jack went to dinner. They walked along the edge of the local busy two-lane highway, passing a shopping mall and a car sales department.
Jack: You can't say far, but I'm tired from walking.
Miles: It's not even a mile.
Jack: We should come by car.
Miles: There are so many good drinks on the list, how can you drive there. We are not going to drink less.
Jack: Do you think I am married to Christina, this step is wrong?
Miles: Stop it.
Jack: Come on, do you think I am going right? To be honest, you know the whole situation.
Miles: All right. Your wait makes sense, and you propose to Christina to marry him. So I feel good. Now is the time. As long as you can see the consequences in the future, there is no problem. Take me for example. I thought I would spend a lifetime with Victoria.
Jack: Christina's father-he always said he would bring me into his real estate business and show me the way. Considering that it took him so long to accept that I am not an Armenian, this is not easy. So I am thinking about it. But I don't know, it may be a bit suspicion of ganging up. But Mike has done a good job and has a lot of high-end business knowledge.
Miles: So you don't plan to act anymore?
Jack: Not really. I mean, this will bring some stability. I always have a chance to audition or commercials here and there. I plan to stay in this business so as not to miss a good opportunity.
Miles: Okay.
Jack: We are not young anymore, right? My profession is not very satisfactory. Not so much with the new agent. Maybe it's time to stop.
Miles: As long as you feel good.
Jack (convince yourself): Okay, I think it's good.
Miles: That's good.
Jack (nodding, feeling better): Yes, it's not bad. It feels good.
Miles led him down the highway and through the parking lot. The camera shook over to let us see-the
pegs.
Interior view, tie the stakes bar, at dusk
Miles and Jack walked over. The bartender and Samoan Gary saw Miles and stretched out his hand to welcome him.
Gary: Hey, Miles. long time no see.
Miles: Gary.
Gary: When will your novel be published? We all want to read it quickly.
Miles: Alright, soon. Here, this is my good friend Jack. He gets married next week.
Gary (shaking hands with Jack): My condolences.
Miles: What wine for everyone to drink tonight?
Gary: A lot of good wine.
(Looking at a row of wine bottles) There is a new BienNacido here. Would you like to try it?
Miles: Of course.
(To Jack) They have their own brand, a very good brand.
Gary poured a sample of wine for Jack and Miles, and the two shook and smelt it. Jack is starting to get started a bit.
Gary: How is it?
Miles: Very astringent, but quite thick. Good grapes.
Jack: Yes, astringent.
Miles (to Gary): Give us two glasses.
Gary poured them two glasses and corked them. We saw that Miles was drunk in the wine, and Jack, who couldn't stay idle, scanned the tasting room all over.
Interior view, tie-in bar,
Jack and Miles were looking at the menu in the evening . Jack looked up and saw a beautiful waitress handing over the ordered menu to the counter.
Jack: Miles, go and ask who that woman is.
Miles glanced at the waitress, then looked back at the menu.
Miles: Oh, that's Maya.
Jack: Do you know her?
Miles: Of course.
Jack: Do you know that girl?
Miles: Jack, I ate here as soon as I came here. It can be said that this is my office. Sometimes, I also have a drink with employees. Maya is very good. She has been here for almost a year, maybe a year and a half.
Jack: She is sultry.
Miles: She is very popular, she has been married a long time ago. You have to figure out the situation first.
Jack leaned forward, slanting his eyes and looking straight.
Jack: That's a shit. When Christina was working as a waitress at a Japanese sushi restaurant, she wore a large engagement ring in order to prevent men from making her mind. But is that useful? Not at all. Do you know how I met her?
Miles: This woman seems to be married to a philosophy professor at the University of California, Santa Barbara.
Jack: Why does the professor's wife still be a waitress? Obviously blown.
Miles: You don't know anything about this woman. Shaoan not restless. Eat our meal, okay?
(Concentrate on the dishes) The duck is very good, and it goes well with the good Pinot.
At this time, Maya took the plate to give another table of dishes, and walked past here.
Maya: Hello, Myers. Hi.
Miles: Hello, Maya.
Maya: I'm fine, fine. You look good. Did you lose weight?
Miles: Oh, no, not actually. So busy tonight.
Maya: Yes, Sunday night. Are you two here for wine tasting today?
Miles: That's correct. This is my friend Jack. Jack, Maya.
Jack (grinning): Hello.
Maya (returns with a smile): Hello, nice to meet you. See you later, Miles.
She left.
Jack: Oh, it's really lovely. She likes you, what else do you know about her?
Miles: Hey, she knows wine well.
Jack: Oh, that's kind of interesting.
Miles: And she likes Pinault.
Jack: That's great.
Miles: Jack, isn’t she just a waitress for Builton? What's the use of making her idea?
Jack: Why do you always talk discouraging words? Didn't you see how courteous she was to you?
Miles: She came to work for tips!
Jack: You are really blind, buddy. Blind.
Miles returned to the menu.
Miles: I also recommend ostrich meat. The meat is very lean and is locally fed.
Interior view, the bar, the bar,
another bottle of Pinot Noir was opened in the evening , and the two Burgundy glasses were filled again.
Jack and Miles are enjoying the after-dinner wine.
Miles looked like he was thinking about something, at this
moment-- Miles: I don't like Tony Levine.
Jack shook his glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. At this moment-
Maya walked into the bar and sat down through a few stools. She had changed into a black sweater and corduroy pants, lovely, but tired.
Maya (to Gary): Please give me a drink.
Jack: This is for us.
As Gary picked up the bottle to pour her, Maya looked this way with a smile.
Maya: Hey, gentlemen.
When Gary poured her wine, Maya took out a yellow "American Spirit" cigarette from her purse and lit it.
Miles: Do you want to come over?
Maya (politely): Okay.
She didn't panic, took a sip of wine slowly, then got up and walked over.
Maya: How is your book, Miles? It seems like you said it was almost done last time.
Miles: Finished.
Maya: Awesome.
Jack: It's about to be published. We are here to celebrate this event.
Miles glared at Jack, and Jack glared back, thinking "Don't fight haha, buddy".
Maya: That's great. congratulations.
She raised her glasses and the three clinked them.
Maya (to Jack): Are you also a writer?
Jack: No, I am an actor.
Maya: Really? What is it for?
Jack: Many TV shows. I often appear in one or two series. I did some advertising recently. Most of them are shown nationwide.
Maya: Is there anything I know?
Jack: Maybe there is. Have you seen this?
Jack took a deep breath and made a perfect out-of-picture sound.
Jack: "Let's take a look at the low and low average annual rate of 5.8%."
Maya's mouth opened wide, and then she grinned.
Maya: That's so nice. Your voice is like those guys.
Jack: I am one of them.
Maya: You are not.
Miles: He is.
Jack came again with a line that he is good at.
Jack (fast): "Please consult your doctor before using this product. The side effects of this product include: oily stools, dizziness, skin rashes, loss of appetite, difficulty breathing, low blood pressure, etc. If you have diabetes or If you have a history of kidney disease... it's even worse!" The
performance caused Maya to giggle, and Jack laughed. Miles was very upset about Jack's deliberate flirting, and finally managed to make a polite smile.
Maya (slowly stopping her laugh): Ah, that's so funny, thank you.
Everyone drank a drink.
Maya: What do you want to do tonight?
Before Jack has a chance to speak--
Myers: We are exhausted and may go back to the hotel and let it down.
This makes Maya a little bit unable to get off the stage, she obviously can accompany them. However, the embarrassment soon passed, and she was still breezy.
Maya: Well, I understand. It's a long way to drive here. Where do you live?
Miles: The Windmill Inn.
Jack: The windmill.
Maya drank the leftover wine in one sip, squeezed out the cigarette, and picked up her denim jacket and handbag.
Maya: Okay, nice to meet you, Miles, Jack.
Miles: Goodbye.
When she is leaving-
Jack: See you later, okay?
But she has already left. Jack gave Miles a fierce look.
Jack: Maybe go back to the hotel and put it down?
Location, highway,
two people were walking along the edge of the road drunkly at night , and vehicles whizzed past them.
Jack: That girl seems to want to be lively, and you actually said to her that we were going back to the hotel and letting it go? There really is you, Miles!
Miles: Why, I'm tired. are not you tired?
Jack: This girl admires you very much. As soon as she heard that your novel was about to be published, she was as happy as a pinball machine.
Miles: Now I have to settle a lie again. Thanks, Jack.
Jack: I'm trying hard to show you, you have to echo me too.
Miles: I don't think it's like that. You are praising her.
Jack: Someone has to talk. By the way, I guessed right, she is not married.
Miles: How do you know?
Jack: There is no diamond ring. When she came to the bar, there was no diamond ring.
Interior view, hotel room,
dark screen at night .
Jack: A single waitress who is looking for love after work. Come and pat and scratch or something.
Miles: Shut up.
Jack: She might go home, light candles, play some relaxing music, take a hot bath, then lie down on the bed and massage with her favorite vibrator.
Jack began to make a buzzing sound, and the buzzing became louder and more rhythmic.
Miles: You are not ashamed?
Jack: Oh, um, Miles, Miles.
Miles: Bastard.
At this time we heard the rustling movement and footsteps, the light in the bathroom turned on, and Miles closed the door after entering, leaving only the light from the bottom of the door.
Miles was urinating, intermittently. Then there is the sound of flushing toilet bowls. The bathroom door opened again and the lights were turned off. Jack began to buzz again.
Miles: Stop it!
Jack stopped. Miles climbed onto the bed. silence. Then-
Jack: You need to check the prostate.
Played under the shady —
"Monday"
location, the breakfast shop, which
is open during the day .
Interior view, breakfast shop,
Miles and Jack are looking at the menu during the day . For some reason, Jack is not in the mood and has a bad temper.
Miles: What shall we eat? Assorted pork? "Special breakfast for ranchers"? Or just a piece of marinated meat?
Jack (still unhappy): What do you say today?
Miles: Go north first, and from there start a wine country tour all the way south. In this way, as we drink more and more, we are getting closer and closer to this hotel.
Jack tapped his temple mockingly with his middle finger.
Miles; what's the matter with you?
Jack exhaled and looked away, as if he didn't want to answer him.
Miles: What's the matter?
Jack pursed his mouth and thought about the words. Then he opened the chatterbox.
Jack: Come out this time, I must find someone who admires me, Miles. Don't disturb me with your depressed, anxious and unlucky things.
Miles: Oh, it's easy to pick now.
Jack: Yes, I'm serious. Don't mess with me, I'm going to pick up a girl before I do errands on Saturday, do you understand?
Miles: I understand, uncle.
Do whatever you like, that's your business. I'm sorry, I got in your way and dragged you back. Maybe you will play better by yourself, then you can drive away and I will take the train back.
Jack: Don't be like this, look at you. I want both of us to indulge and do whatever we want. I mean, this is our last chance, this week belongs to both of us! We want to enjoy it together.
The older waitress came over.
Waitress: What to choose?
Jack: I just warned you.
Miles: Oatmeal, a poached egg, and another rye toast, dry.
Waitress: Okay, how about you?
Jack (glances at Miles): Assorted pork, put more sauce.
Exterior view, pleasant road, during the day
Saab drives along a beautiful road winding through large vineyards.
(Transformed out)
A map with an active line marking the route the two people drove.
(Made out)
Insert-
grapes hanging on the vine.
(Out of)
Location, vineyard, in the daytime
behind the close-up shot of the vines covered with grapes, the Saab car drove by from a distance.
(
Transformed out) Interior view, Foxon Winery,
Miles just drank a glass of red wine for tasting during the day .
Miles: How long did the skin and stem stay in the wine?
Sommelier: About four weeks.
Miles: Well, tannin comes from here. How long was it in the oak barrel?
Sommelier: About a year.
Miles: Is the barrel French or American?
Sommelier: Both.
Miles: Good stuff.
Jack: Yes, oak. Good wood.
When the bartender turned to take care of the other wine tasting guests, Jack grabbed the bottle and poured another glass for himself and Miles.
They drank it like tequila.
(Out of)
Location, in a lovely place on the top of the hill,
Miles slowly stopped the Saab car during the day , and the two got out of the car. Unexpectedly, the vineyards in front of me were endless.
Miles: How great, eh?
Jack: It's so beautiful.
Myers: Victoria and I liked the scenery here before. (Immersed in old memories) Once we had a picnic here and drank a bottle of Opus One from 1995. We eat smoked salmon and artichokes, but our minds are not on what we eat.
Jack: Miles.
Miles: Her taste is the best among women I have ever met. She can even taste Italian wines.
Jack: Miles, I have to tell you something, Victoria will come to the wedding.
Miles: I know. You told me. I do not mind.
Jack: Yes, but I haven't said it all yet, she is married again.
Miles: What about her?
(Pauses for a while) When?
Jack: It's been more than a month, six weeks ago.
Miles: With that kid? That restaurant...
Jack nodded. Miles looked down at the shoes and took a deep breath. Then he walked into the convertible and closed the door.
Jack: Miles... Miles...
Miles still stared straight ahead.
Jack (with seizure): Oh, Miles, you come down!
Miles: I want to go home now.
Jack: You have been divorced for two years, and people have to live on. She has already taken this step! You seem to like self-pity and self-pity. This makes you feel different.
Miles: Will she bring him to the wedding?
Jack: What do you think?
Miles: You won't expose the pot until then, why didn't you tell me earlier?
Jack: Because I know you will be angry, maybe you will be so upset that you won't even come this trip. But later, I think it's best to tell you here. We are here to forget all the unhappiness, and to have fun!
Miles (not persuaded): I will become an abandoned guy. Everyone is waiting to see if I will get drunk or make a fool of myself. And that bastard Tony? Levine.
Jack: No, no, no, they are very calm, I talked to Victoria, she is very calm, everyone is very calm.
Miles (frightened): Are you all talking about this? Talking about it behind my back?
Miles turned around and picked up an open bottle of wine from the back seat, uncorked the bottle, and gulped.
Jack: Hey, hey, hey. No, don't do this!
Jack tried to snatch the bottle from him, but he didn't succeed. Miles simply hid outside the car.
Wide-angle lens-
Jack got out of the car and chased him, he ran down the mountain quickly, while running while holding a bottle to drink.
slightly.
Location, lovely vineyard, catch
Miles, slow down, and walk between the grape ridges. He drank the bottle and threw it away. Jack caught up with him panting on the road between the two rows of grapes. Miles drooped his face as if about to cry. Then he collapsed to the ground, his eyes closed tightly. Jack looked around anxiously for a while, then knelt down and looked at Miles under the vine.
Jack: Miles?
Miles ignored him, staring only at the beautiful ripe grapes around him. These grapes seemed to make him temporarily forget the pain.
Jack: Are you all right?
Miles raised his eyes and shook his head, indicating that he was okay. Jack couldn't help laughing.
(Out of)
Location, Carrera Winery parking lot
, Saab drove into the parking lot when the sun was slanting west during the day . It was Jack who drove.
Interior view, Calella wine tasting room. During the day
, a woman in her 30s, with dark brown hair, serves the wine. She just got rid of the two pesky alcoholics at the bar. This is Stephanie.
Stephanie: Hi guys, how are you guys?
Jack: Very good. My friend and I came here to taste wine. He told me that your people here make Syrah.
Stephanie: Say so.
Miles (voice is a bit vague): You have to forgive him. He couldn't distinguish between Pinot Noir and black-and-white movies yesterday.
Jack: I learn fast.
Stephanie laughed. She obviously liked a big, good-tempered fool like Jack.
Miles: In the next few days, I will teach my friend some basic wine knowledge while he is still not drunk.
Ouch! Jack stepped on Miles' foot under the bar. Miles frowned in pain.
Stephanie pushed the two cups in front of them.
Jack: That's right, I'm here to learn. I have never had such a strong interest in wine before, and I was very inspired this time. I have always liked wine, but I don't understand it. To be honest, I drink beer more. Small beer kegs.
Stephanie pinned a bottle of Shadonai's cork with his thumb.
Stephanie: Hey, the best way to learn is to taste.
She teased them two large glasses of wine.
Jack: Look, this girl really knows how to drink wine. What is your name?
Stephanie: Stephanie.
Jack: It sounds good.
Jack shook the wine as if he had become a bartender now. Two people watched, smelled, and tasted.
Stephanie: What do you think?
Miles: You can drink it, but it's far from the level of a good wine.
Jack: I like it, it tastes good, all right.
Stephanie took another bottle and poured it on them. Jack's eyes never left her.
Stephanie: Cabernet of France.
(While they tasted it) We brewed this variety, and this year is only the fifth year. Few wineries in this area directly produce Cajun in France. The grapes come from our vineyard in Santa Maria. Won the silver medal in Paso Robles last year.
Miles: Well, I have learned not to expect much of French Cabernet, and this wine is no exception. It's a bit soft, and it's overly familiar.
Jack (no matter what he says): I think it's pretty good. Do you live nearby, Stephanie?
Stephanie: I live in St. Ynez.
(Whisper, to Miles) I agree with your assessment of French Cabernet.
Jack: Really? We stayed at the Windmill inn in Builton.
Stephanie: Oh.
Jack: Do you know a girl named Maya? Work at the pegs?
Stephanie: Of course I do. Too familiar.
Jack: Don't lie to you, we just had a drink with her last night. Miles knew her.
Miles: Let's have sweet wine, shall we?
When Stephanie turned to get the wine he asked for, Jack blinked at Miles. Miles shook his head.
Stephanie: This is the sweet wine from our estate...
She poured half a glass for each of them.
Jack: You are such a bad girl, Stephanie.
Stephanie: Yes, maybe it should be spanked.
She could see that the two boring customers were very upset to see that she was occupied by this side.
Stephanie: I'm sorry.
As she walked toward the bar, Jack looked back at Miles, only to see his mouth wide open.
Jack: Bad girl, Miles. Maybe it's time to spank her.
Miles: Did you know that these bartenders are often entangled?
They looked at Stephanie on the other side of the bar, and she looked at them with a smile.
Location, Carrera Winery parking lot. During the day,
Miles was staring at his shoes by the car, killing time. He looked up and saw Jack swaying from the tasting room holding two boxes of wine.
Jack: Open the trunk.
Miles: You have the key.
Jack put the box on the ground and looked to the side of the house.
Jack: It's done.
Miles: What became?
Jack: She called Maya. She is off work tonight and we can go out together.
Miles: With Maya?
Jack: She has been divorced for a year, buddy.
Jack put the wine in the trunk, and the two got into the car.
Jack: Stephanie, little lady, she has all arranged.
Miles: She's really good.
Jack: Really? She is so excited. Why did you almost tell her that I was getting married?
(Tapping the steering wheel) That's great, it's damn good.
Interior view, motel room, daytime
TV-
Eurosport is broadcasting a golf game. Miles and Jack were sitting on their own beds, motionless. The curtains have been drawn. Suddenly-
Jack (sneerly): Do you know that these bartenders are often entangled?
(Get up from the bed) I'm going to take a swim and move my blood. are you coming?
Miles: No, I want to watch this show.
A close-up shot of the TV-a guy is ready to hit the ball into the hole, the commentator whispered, what an important moment this is. But he did not score.
Go dark.
Under the shady—
the sound of the sprayer.
Jack: Hey, Miles, it's time to get up.
We opened our eyes and saw-
Jack was spraying some deodorant on his feet.
Pulling
behind the camera— Myers got off the bed and walked toward his suitcase with his head down.
Jack: Have fun in the jacuzzi—you are there, Miles, are you dizzy. Going out, the world is huge, Asilvania.
Jack did a few weird actor warm-ups.
Miles: What should I wear?
Jack: I don't know. Be casual, but be pretty. People think you are a writer.
When Miles started to rummaged through his suitcase, Jack turned on his phone and dialed quickly.
Jack: You have no other shoes to change?
Miles sat down on the floor in frustration, looking at his shoes.
Jack (to the phone): Hello? Hello, baby, we just moved in. It's okay, I'm planning to go out for dinner. Maybe I have to stay out late, so I will say good night to you now. I know, I love you too. Miss you very much.
Location, Los Olivos. At night, the
two men got out of the car and walked toward the town along the path blocked by wooden stakes. There are many tasting rooms and restaurants in this tourist town.
Jack: Bring out your usual humor, okay? Just like you were before you were drunk. Remember that look? People like your appearance. Don't forget-your novel will be published in the fall.
Miles: Really? It's really exciting. What is the title of the book?
Jack: Don't make trouble. If you want to lose a share, do it yourself. Don't mess with me.
Miles: Good, good, Captain.
Jack: If they want to drink Merlot, let's drink Merlot.
Miles (seriously): If anyone orders Merlot, I'll leave. I don't drink the fucking Merlot!
Jack: Okay, okay, don't get angry, Miles. Ouch, don't drink Merlot. Have you taken your comfort?
Miles took a vial from his pocket and shook it vigorously.
Jack: Hello, don't drink too much. I don't want to see you drunk or unconscious. Did you hear it? Don't get drunk.
Miles: Okay, don't bother!
Miles quickly opened a bottle of Anshudine, and Jack looked at him one last time.
Jack: Let's go in.
Interior view, Los Olivos restaurant. In the evening,
two men walked into this crowded but cozy restaurant and greeted the waitresses. At this time they saw Maya and Stephanie beckoning to them from a compartment. They look very glamorous. Miles and Jack walked to the table, Jack with a happy and confident smile on his face. Take a
seat-
Jack plopped and sat down next to Stephanie, while Miles politely and cautiously sat down next to Maya. Jack put a hand on Stephanie's neckline and rubbed it affectionately.
Jack: How about tonight, beauty?
Stephanie: Good. Are you OK?
Jack: Very good. you're so beautiful.
(Bringing Maya in) You are both beautiful.
Stephanie: You are not bad too.
At this moment Miles looked at Maya and grinned, unnatural but amiable. Next
Miles: What are you drinking?
Maya: Sauvignon white grape with piano head brand.
Miles: Really? How about the wine?
Maya (push the cup over): Have a taste.
Miles shook the wine and took a sip, only then did he relax slightly.
Miles: Yes, very good.
Maya: Twelve months in oak barrels.
Miles: Is this for Sauvignon white grapes?
Maya: I know the wine maker. She is a frequent visitor here.
Miles: It tastes good, with a slight clove scent.
Maya: Yes, I like the taste.
A moment later-
a waiter was reporting the name of the special dish.
Waiter: ... Marinated pork slices, sprinkled with black noodles, with some carrots, onions and other vegetables and mustard mashed potatoes. The last is copper river salmon grilled on alder planks, topped with roasted potatoes and steamed water mustard.
The four diners exchanged pleasant glances.
Waiter: Who will order the wine?
Miles raised his hand, and took the leather-faced wine list.
Maya (jokingly): I guess Miles just wants to order wine.
Jack glared at Miles, and Miles immediately understood what he meant.
Miles: Where, you ladies order.
Jack smiled and nodded in agreement, and took the wine list from Miles and handed it to the ladies.
Maya: Come on, Stephanie.
Stephanie (opens the wine list): What do you all want to drink?
Jack: It's up to your ladies. We will pay the bill tonight. There is no cap.
Maya: No price, we will pack the wine.
Jack: That won't work. We are celebrating the release of Miles.
Maya: If you say that, then all right.
Miles took a deep breath.
Stephanie: What do you order? Let's choose wine after ordering.
Miles: Yes!
Jack glanced at Miles.
Maya: I want salmon.
Miles: Me too.
Stephanie (still looking at the wine list): I want duck breast.
Jack (slams to close the menu): Me too.
Maya: This is much simpler.
Stephanie lowered the wine list a bit, and three other people could be seen from above, and they were also looking at her.
Stephanie: Let me have Pinot.
Jack looked at Miles and raised a hand to give Miles a high-five.
Jack: Pinault!
Miles reluctantly struck Jack against the palm of his hand, causing the ladies to laugh. The music plays-dinner begins!
Dinner came one by one, including:
——First wine tour;
——Salad;
——Maya’s turn to order wine, Miles pulled her finger down to the three-digit price part of the wine list;
—— On the second wine tour, I changed to a new goblet;
—— Four people drank, Miles drank the most
vigorously ; —— Stephanie and Jack became more and more intimate;
—— Salmon and Duck breast;
——Myers was too shy to look at Maya’s eyes, her face was full of spring breeze, and she was close at hand——he couldn’t stand it;
——Myers got drunk and the camera angle became more and more. The editing is messy, and the editing is even more incoherent;
——Myers sternly expounded some knowledge about wine, Maya and Stephanie listened with gusto, but Jack was left out in the cold. He was a little angry and wanted to interrupt, but he couldn't.
——Myers drew up and wanted to pour himself another glass of wine, but Jack stretched out his arm and blocked him——"Hold on".
——A close-up camera was facing Miles, when he began to hear a distant roar, which was a sign of his anxiety. He had already drunk too much, felt himself floating, and then landed in—
interior view, underworld, darkness and no time
Miles was on an open-top boat on the river Styx outside the underworld. The masked boatman who ferryed the undead to the underworld, holding a long pole in hand, was standing at the other end of the horrible crowd. Miles was going to the dark side.
Interior view, Los Olivos restaurant, back again. After
Miles returned to the world, she saw Jack and Stephanie being together intimately-what Jack was talking to Stephanie, she listened with gusto, Very fascinated.
——Myers chatted with Maya. We can see from her confused expression that even though his words are not clear, she still likes to listen.
——Another bottle of wine arrived on the table, a bottle of Comte Armand Pornrnard.
——Myers looked at Jack and Stephanie, and they had a short, sexy kiss.
After a while-
Miles got up and walked sideways between the tables. He was already shaking, and we switched back and forth between first-person and third-person angles.
In the bathroom-
he wanted to open the door of the men's bathroom , but it was locked. He took out the vial of Zanax from his pocket, poured a tablet into his mouth, and swallowed it dry.
He saw a coin-operated phone in front of him, thought for a while, and went straight to the phone drunk.
Close-up shot of the
dial-after he dialed many numbers, we heard the sound of the connection, which was inconsistently mixed with the ringing and answering sound of the intercom phone.
Earpiece-
Miles desperately pressed it to his ear.
Victoria (on the phone): Hello?
Miles: Victoria.
Victoria (on the phone): Miles?
Miles put on an incredibly cheerful tone.
Miles: Victoria! How are you?
Victoria (on the phone): Very good. You, hello, what do you want to say?
Miles: I heard that you are married again! congratulations. Do you think you still have an appetite to score twice?
Victoria (on the phone): Oh, Miles, you are drunk.
Miles: Just drank a little local Pinot, um, and a little Burgundy, the old "Bona Valley"!
Miles laughed at the joke he made up.
Victoria (on the phone): Where are you?
Miles: In a small place in Los Olivos. The owner is new, the atmosphere is very warm and the food is good-you should come and try it. I thought of you when I was tying the pegs last night.
silence.
Miles (continued): Hello?
Victoria (on the phone): Miles, don't call me when you are drunk.
Miles: I just wanted to tell you that I decided
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