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(Scenic
views over a wine vineyard and a
slow motion pour of red wine from
a wine glass can be seen while
Sean Mondovi's voice is
heard.)
Sean:
(O.H.) Wine. There's
nothing like it. As Sir Edwin
Malebar once wrote: It can
elevate the soul.
Sean:
Hi. I'm Sean Mondovi. For years,
my stepfather, Robert Mondovi,
has made some of the finest wines
in the world. And the Mondovi
heritage of fine wine making is
alive and well, here, at Sean
Mondovi Vineyards.
(He
takes a sip from wine glass and
visibly grimaces at the
taste.)
Sean:
That's right. For nearly a tenth
of a half of a century, Sean
Mondovi wine has been associated
with quality.
Four years ago, when I told my
Dad I wanted to own my own
vineyard, he said, 'First of all,
don't call me Dad. You're 27 and
this is the second time I've ever
met you. Second, no you can't own
a vineyard. You're a convicted
felon and your Mother told me you
have a learning disability.'
Well guess what Dad? You were
wrong...about some of that
stuff.
(He
takes another drink from the wine
glass and grimaces again at the
taste.)
Sean:
And today, at Sean Mondovi wine
place, we are committed to the
best wine-ing techniques around.
Like the time-honored aging
process. And nothing ages wine
like a hot 3 hour van ride from
our wine factory in San Jose,
straight to your mouth. That's
right. When a van with a cactus
airbrushed on the side pulls up
outside your house, and a guy
with a "fu-manchu" mustache hands
you a case of Coke bottles filled
with wine, you know you're in
Sean Mondovi country: the San
Jose metropolitan
area.
(He
takes another sip and moans aloud
at the terrible
taste.)
Sean:
The classic balance between wine
and food is an integral part of
the Sean Mondovi experience.
Whether you're having Steak-Ums
or tacos or you can't afford
food, you'll want a 2 liter
Mountain Dew bottle filled with
Sean Mondovi's reddish-style wine
drink. You won't be
disappointed.
(He
takes another drink and starts
getting dry heaves from the bad
taste. His Step dad walks into
the scene.)
Robert:
What the hell are you doing out
here, Sean?
Sean:
I'm shooting a commercial for my
wine. Are you jealous
Dad?
Robert:
That's Mr. Mondovi, punk, and
your not welcome on my property.
I won't have you stealing from
your mother again.
(Robert
picks Sean up by the back of the
neck.)
Sean:
(yells) MOM!
MOM!
(Mother
rushes in.)
Mother:
Sean, please leave. I can't trust
you anymore. Just go. Get out of
here. Go!
Sean:
(whining) Can't I just
have a hundred grand for my own
wine vineyard?
(Robert
takes a drink from the wine glass
and immediately spits it
out.)
Robert:
This isn't wine! (sniffing the
drink) It's tequila and
5-Alive and those little
marshmallows you put in
cocoa.
Sean:
...And fish and seawater.
(playing toward the
camera) It's Sean Mondovi's
finest vintage.
Robert:
How dare you use that name, you
son-of-a-bitch. Your last name is
Holdger.
Sean:
My Dad was a hero! He died in
the Navy!
Robert:
HA! The hell he did. I'll tell
you who your Father
was.
Mother:
No! Robert, don't!
Robert:
Your father was a
hobo...
Sean:
No...
Robert:
with a bottle of
chloroform...
Sean:
No! I'm going to kill
you!!
(Sean
takes a lunge at Robert, but gets
a punch in the gut,
instead.)
Robert:
I want you out of here
now!
Sean:
(crying, and trying to hug
Robert) I love you, Daddy, I
love you!
Robert:
(fighting him off) I'm not
your father.
Sean:
I wanna make you you proud with
my wine.
Robert:
I'm not your father!
(The
camera pans down to a close up of
the Mountain Dew bottle with a
cheap handwritten Mondovi
Vineyard logo taped to the
side.)
Narrator:
(O. H.) Sean Mondovi
Vineyards. For when excellence
and burnished fineries need to
gently visit the warmth of your
tablery.
What the hell does that
mean?
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