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Did you do that when you were a kid?

No. This place didn't exist when I was a kid.

We made do with a hose and sprinkler.

Well, I know there's something else you didn't do.

Booked us a table.

Yes!

- Oh, breakfast wine. - It's brunch, so it's OK.

Are you on duty?

Come on, Alexa. You know drinking on duty's against the rules.

- Who's this? - Samantha Turei...

assistant winemaker at Bird of Paradise Estate.

Oh, I see what you did there. Very clever.

She was killed when she went into the winery grape crusher

two weeks ago.

Ooh, God. What a terrible way to go...

No one was there to pull her out?

No. She wasn't found till the next morning by the vintner.

Joe Gorman.

What... am I supposed to know who this is?

Bit of a rock star in the industry.

I didn't know there was such a thing.

So, why wasn't he there when this happened?

It was late, after 11pm. He was in a wine conference.

Is it normal for the victim to be working that late and alone?

According to Joe, she was working on an experimental batch of wine,

possibly impress him.

- Ah, so healthy ego, huh? - Well, he is a rock star.

It's been ruled an accident so far.

You're not convinced?

Sam wasn't just the assistant winemaker at Bird of Paradise.

She grew up there... family estate.

According to her mother, Martha,

she had a healthy respect for all the dangers involved in the job...

this piece of equipment, in particular.

It's a Zambelli crusher... Italian, cheap.

I learned to stay away from those in my 20s.

Day before she died, she sent a text to Joe.

'The wine is quite complex. How did you do that?

Vineyard worker problem?'

What was the vineyard worker problem?

Well, she thought they were being slack, apparently.

Very complex.

Today I'm here with one of New Zealand's most celebrated wine experts.

He's gonna taste my latest vintage and tell me what he thinks.

- You ready? - What are you doing? I'm working.

Oh, come on. You can take two minutes off.

- Is that Joe the Rock Star Winemaker? - No, I don't know who that is.

Just to be clear, guys,

I'm not a wine expert, OK? I just do the grunt workaround you.

Ooh, don't be so modest.

But what's your favourite wine?

At home with my wife, I drink red.

Here... whatever you make, obviously.

Great answer.

- So, taste this. - Aight.

- It tastes good, yeah. - Yes, it does.

And that's why I intend to be the Young Winemaker of the Year.

Big dreams.

Cut short.

That's sad.

No, it's not sad. It's bloody terrible.

Wait, are you going out there, to Waiheke Island?

- Yeah, overnight. - It's where the winery is.

I'm coming.

No, you're staying here and cleaning this kitchen.

No, I'll do that later. Just gimme a minute to pack my bag.

What types of wines are we talking here?

Oh, they're famous for their Pinot.

- Noir or Grigio? - Grigio, I think. - Excellent.

Man, is there anywhere in this country that doesn't look amazing?

Yeah, my kitchen.

- Hello. - Hello there. Welcome.

- Hi, I'm Alexa. - Joe Gorman. Pleasure.

- Madison. - Hi.

Uh, we actually do our wine tastings in the reception area.

Oh, we're not here to taste the wines.

No, we're not only here to taste the wine.

We're also here helping the police

with their enquiries into the Sam Turei matter.

Oh, of course. How can I help?

Well, we just wanna get a sense of what happened.

I believe you were the person who found her.

Yeah, it was the worst moment of my life. It was horrible.

I'm so sorry.

- Is this the machine that... - Yeah.

Been meaning to have it replaced, but...

But what?

Martha didn't wanna spend the money.

Sam's mother, she's careful with finances.

Looks like a coffin on legs.

Do you have many accidents with this equipment?

Well, unfortunately, they're not that uncommon.

I mean, a pulverised hand... sure, it happens.

But death...

Was the crusher in operation when you found her?

No.

Must've jammed when she was...

Look, Sam is really the whole reason I'm here.

She doggedly chased me for months.

What... to get you to relocate from Europe?

Yeah.

Gosh, she really reminded me a lot of myself, you know...

uncompromising, determined.

When I recognised that ambition, it was a no-brainer, really.

I mean, that's what talent actually is.

That's really true.

If it's not too much to ask, could you show me how this works?

Yeah, sure.

Look, we harvested most of our grapes six weeks ago,

so not much to show you, I'm afraid.

So, no safety requirements?

Uh, there are protocols, but we all take shortcuts.

Common sense is really the genuine rule.

You know, to be operating this thing alone

doesn't seem like common sense to me.

Well, during vintage, we all snatch time whenever we can...

do our own thing.

Sam was...

...working on her own wine.

Thanks.

You know, using protocols that I had shown her,

and I might've been there to too if I hadn't have been busy elsewhere.

You were on a teleconference?

Yeah, an international online wine conference.

Don't you hate looking at your face in those meetings?

I believe that you called Sam that morning after

she sent you a text message.

That's right. It was the last time I spoke to her. She, uh...

Well, she was unhappy by the performance of some of the workers.

Any workers in particular?

No. I mean, she didn't say, but she seemed stressed...

like she was in a rush.

You know, you should probably talk to Francisco, our foreman.

Francisco, got it.

I'm sorry. That's my cue. Wine tasting booked. Excuse me.

Ooh, reckon I could check out that tasting?

You know, see if there's anything enlightening.

Always more than happy to enlighten.

Uh, no, I'm just gonna look around nature.

Enjoy.

I'll make sure to buy anything of interest.

OK, have fun.

Make sure you're checking the nettings for birds as you go.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Alexa Crowe.

I'm helping the police look into Sam Turei's accident.

Francisco.

Oh, I believe you already spoke to the police

about a problem she was having with vineyard workers.

I said already I don't know what that was about.

Right.

Uh, unhappy with their efforts, apparently.

- How long have you been working here? - Four months.

With your wife?

She's in Papua New Guinea, with our son.

Well, it must be hard being away, you know. I hope it's worth it.

Yeah, I look forward to being home again.

- Mm. - Mm.

How many workers you got here?

The seasonal workers have gone cos the grapes have been picked.

A few of us here are on longer contracts.

Did you hear the crusher operating the night that Sam died?

No.

No, I work long days. I go to bed early.

I couldn't hear it anyway. The winery's too far away for the noise.

- Too far from what? - My place.

Foreman's quarters.

- You live there alone? - Yes.

Well, that's a shame.

There's no one to verify a story.

Excuse me.

Mrs Turei?

Yes.

Can I help you?

Maybe.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thanks. I'm glad you're here.

I understand you're doubtful that it was an accident.

I am. I, um... You know Sam, she was way too sensible.

Yet Joe seemed to think it was plausible.

Well, I don't.

No, and I don't believe that she was out in the winery crushing grapes alone at midnight.

You didn't hear the crushing machine going?

No, I, um... I fell asleep in front of the television,

and when I woke, I thought she'd already come in.

She loved this place.

Always knew she'd be a winemaker.

I was gonna sell when her dad died, but she begged me to keep it.

You make lovely wines here.

Oh, not me.

I do the marketing... the brand stuff. Well, did.

Joe does that too now.

You know, to be honest, I don't know what I'd do without him.

Can you shed any light on the problems that Sam

was having with the vineyard workers?

Yeah, I assume they were slacking off.

They wanted more money about a month ago, and that wasn't gonna happen.

Really?

Well, we pay comparable rates.

- Any regrets about the wine crusher? - Sorry?

Well, about not having it replaced until...

It wasn't an accident.

Hi. Your wine is fantastic. I'm Madison.

- Hi, Madison. - Hi.

Hey, why don't you grab a case? It's much cheaper in the long run?

You're totally right.

Oi, shout me.

I think it's weird that no one heard that machine.

The sound would've carried in the night.

Got any particular nobody in mind?

The foreman Francisco

claims he was asleep when it happened.

Anyone verify that?

Nah.

He lives alone.

He's married, but he's been away from home for four months.

Man does not live by bread alone, except my sourdough.

What if the vineyard worker problem

was actually 'my married vineyard worker boyfriend'problem?

Let's come out here tonight and test his story.

OK, best of three?

Yeah, all right, but I'm gonna smash you.

Madison.

- You all set? - Yeah, go for it.

Okey-dokey.

What's going on?

Hi, it's Madison. Please leave a message.

H... E... W.

H... E... W.

It's all about picking your moment.

And lucky for you, tonight is that moment for this vintage.

The only thing is at this point in the fermentation, the grape skins,

they can give off a lot of carbon dioxide.

Oh, that doesn't sound very healthy.

No, it's not. People have been asphyxiated.

Should I be worried?

Well, just stop breathing... you'll be right!

- No, no, don't worry. The vents are all open. - Oh.

Ah, how was the experiment?

Uh...

You know, I think I rumbled somebody in the vines

attempting to steal grapes.

What?

Yeah.

I mean, they ran off without any,

cos obviously there aren't any left again, but they left this behind.

- Is stealing grapes even a thing?! - No, no, not usually.

Well, I didn't get a good look, but I'm guessing male

and a bloody fast runner.

You should call the cops.

Yes, I will.

- Night. - Night.

Uh, thank you.

That little hotel was so comfortable.

I wish we could've stayed for breakfast.

- We are early birds catching worms. - Worms, yum!

Francisco...

Gidday. You get to work early.

Yeah, I try to.

Even though you went to bed later than usual?

Hey, you know what I found out?

You can hear the grape crusher from here.

In fact, you did last night.

You even came out to look at the winery when you heard it.

Why did you lie, Francisco?

When Sam died, I thought I'd be blamed.

The workers... They workers, they always blame when things go wrong.

Well, why did you think they'd blame you, specifically?

How close were you and Sam?

We were friends. We were good friends.

Not like that, OK?

Not like what people say.

- What do people say? - Were you having sex with her?

No.

No.

She was helping me.

She was helping us all with our contracts...

better conditions, better pay.

I don't understand why you'd have to keep a thing like that secret.

Without Sam around, we're exposed. I can't afford to lose my job.

I still have six months left on my contract.

Did you see the grape thief?

No. No, I just... I saw that grapes had gone missing.

When?

Six weeks ago. When it happened, I told Joe.

I was talking about last night.

The grape thief came back?

I think there's something very weird going on in that place.

Yeah, it's kind of creepy, if you ask me.

You know, that great thief has something to do with it.

I mean, why would Joe lie about that?

Well, he didn't actually lie.

Well, he didn't exactly tell us that it had happened before, did he?

Here's Joe alibi... the International Wine Summit.

Thanks for joining us for the ninth chapter of Zoom de Vin.

Miguel, shall we start with you?

Zoom de Vin. Sexy.

Yeah, gets me going!

Can you mute it? I'm only interested in how long it lasted.

So, it started at 10pm.

Still going at 11.10... when Sam died.

Are we certain that she died at 11.10?

Well, that's the time when her phone stopped working,

when it went through the crusher with her.

And finished...

at 12.15am.

So Joe was at home when it happened.

Look, do you believe that Sam and Fransisco were just friends?

I don't know.

What was their worker problem?

Was it about them being slackers

or was she helping them with their contracts?

Both?

Sam goes into bat for her boyfriend and then realises

that he wasn't doing the work and feels betrayed.

And why did she send the text to Joe?

He's not in control of the workers' contracts; Sam's mother is.

Look, I think that Sam and Francisco were on together

and then it went south.

Oh, yeah?

You reckon she left her heart in San Francisco?

Awful.

Like that?

Harry,

I wanna trace a number plate that I saw last night,

so can you get me some vehicle registration info?

Madison is very busy!

- Ah, my favourite two customers. - Aw, really?

Oh, don't fall for that. He says it to everyone.

Now look here.

- Brrrread. Look at that. - Mmm.

Check out the bounce, baby. That's not easy to do.

It's part science, part art.

- You even sound like a winemaker. - Hm?

Well, Madison tells me you've been doing business

with a winery on Waiheke Island.

Oh, yeah. Well, business of a sort.

Well, if you find anything good,

I'm in the market for a new wine supplier.

Bird of Paradise. They've got an amazing Pinot Grigio.

Macchiato, thanks.

You know 'macchiato' means stained in Italian, right?

Well, how about you grab me an unstained one

and I won't call the health inspector.

And a toasty

Toasty with bounce coming up.

- And the usual for you. - Thanks.

OK. I want that bag back, all right?

OK, so what have you got?

I have a list of potential vehicles with the rego starting 'HEW'.

Oh, that's helpful.

All registered owners on the mainland, though.

Any way you could cross reference this with people

who live or work on the island?

Might not need to do that. You said it was a ute?

Yeah, white.

- Registered in 2013. - No idea.

No, it was. That was the year the 'HEW' sequence came out.

Harry, could you get rego information for all plates starting with 'HFW'?

- Why? - Well, it was dark.

I reckon she might've seen HFW, not HEW,

and one of those might be registered on Waiheke Island?

That's good.

Ah, she's a wunderkind. Just ask her.

- Do you want a job? - What kind of job?

- Data analyst... part time. - Uh, hell yeah.

Done. I'll do the paperwork.

Hey, Reuben, forget the coffee! Just bring over a bottle of bubbly!

Thank you. I am so, so, so broke... and grateful, obviously.

You're pinching my assets.

Uh, asset? Do you mind?

I'm pinching nothing... just adding value.

Yeah, and he's gonna pay me.

You are gonna pay me, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

And what are we celebrating?

New job.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Ooh.

Note the peaches

at the back of the palate.

Delicate, yet complex and sophisticated.

Just like me.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Alastair Hanley. - What?

Alistair Hanley is your wannabe grape thief.

Oh.

Why are we whispering?

Just being really good at my new job, so...

Discreet. I like it.

Well, Alistair Hanley...

Who are you?

- Alistair, is it? - We aren't open for tastings.

I'm more interested in where you were last night.

I'm Alexa Crowe. I work with the police.

I was at home all night.

Well, no, you weren't.

You were at the Bird of Paradise Estate stealing grapes.

Why would I do that? I've got plenty of my own.

I was the one who caught you in the act.

I saw you run off, jump into this ute and takeoff.

I'm not a thief.

You left one of your white tubs behind.

It's probably got your prints all over it.

How many times have you done that? Twice? More?

I told you I've never stolen any grapes.

- Did you know Sam Turei? - What's she got to do with anything?

Where were you the night she died?

You think that I have something to do with what happened to her?

It's a simple question.

I'll have to check my calendar.

- Day the week? - Thursday.

Well, I'd have been at home.

I talk to my daughter in the UK every Thursday night

between 11pm and midnight.

So, are you gonna arrest me for not stealing grapes?

No.

But that's a fun idea.

Kia or a. Go on.

Oh, that's nice. You sound like a local.

If you want a book for $60 and a bag for $70,

how much more expensive is the bag in percentage terms?

What?!

I'm doing is psychometric test for Harry.

This is your police data analyst speaking... approval pending.

I just had a wee chat with a Mr Alistair Hanley.

The answer is 16.66 repeater.

Cool. Could you please

- check on the phone records... - Oh.

...for Mr Hanley on the night that Sam died?

Look, I've got a couple of things Harry's fired my way first.

I'll do it after that.

No, not after that. Now.

- Why is it so urgent? - Because he's a liar.

And if Sam caught Alistair stealing grapes and he killed her,

then putting her in a grape crusher

would be a great way to hide the evidence.

Hey, Kieran, we're playing phone tag.

Just hit me up when you get a moment.

All right. Give me what you got.

Alistair Hanley was on a call to London on the night Sam died,

or at least his landline was.

It might not have been him on the line.

I called his daughter. She said it was.

Huh.

What about location data on the mobile phone?

Also at home. But last night,

After your rumble in the vines,

Joe Gorman gave him a call. But guess what else?

Well, aren't you a font of information.

Look, Harry can spot talent. What can I say?

OK. You can start with the 'what else'.

Joe didn't call the police like he said he would.

He only called Alastair.

- Well, that is very interesting. - Mm-hm.

Four bottles of wine.

That's a lot. Are we expecting guests or...?

You know what, I'm just trying to figure out

why would Alistair Hanley steal Joe Gorman's grapes.

And more than once.

So, I did some digging,

and it turns out that and Joe worked together 11 years ago

in the Hawke's Bay.

Doing what?

Well, Joe was a winemaker for himself and a bunch of other growers,

and Alistair was one of those growers.

He was making wine for more than one winery. Is that normal?

Yeah, not uncommon, apparently.

- Mm. - OK, so

all these four wines were made by Joe.

These two in 2009... ones Joe's label, ones Alastair's...

...and these two in 2011.

OK.

Do you know the difference between a good and a bad one?

Oh, I'm more than happy to try.

OK. And then this one...

Wait, wait, wait. You gotta cleanse the palate.

Alastair's is better than Joe's.

All the reviews agree with you, actually.

So, '2009 Hanley Estate

is an exciting entry into the world of wine...

'big, gutsy full fruit flavours.

'By contrast, the 2009 Gorman is a thin wine,

typical of excess growth and a poor site.'

Ouch. I thought Joe was meant to be a rock star winemaker.

Yeah, me too. OK, try these ones from to years later.

Why is there two years in between?

Red wine takes a year in the bottle to age.

Mm.

That one's better than this one.

Right again. These are the wine notes from the 2011 vintage.

'2011 Gorman is a sophisticated second foray into the industry...

'confident, well-rounded and with noteworthy characteristics.

'The 2011 Hanley Estate Second Vintage

exposes its 2009 is a lucky fluke...

'a weedy wine suggesting poor attention to winemaking.'

These reviews are virtually reversed. I mean, what does that mean?

I think Joe learnt a lesson in 2009

and he switched his grapes for Alistair at the next opportunity.

- Sneaky. - And profitable,

because Joe's career went through the roof,

and Alistair's went south.

And then 10 years later, they end up working in the same community.

Awkward.

Yeah, very.

So the grape theft was revenge for the historic switcheroo?

That's my bet.

And then Joe went and picked his grapes

to prevent Alistair from pinching them.

Wait, does that check out?

Can you just pick grapes early whenever it suits?

I don't know.

You think Sam found out about Joe and Alistair

and then threatened to expose what Joe did?

Dunno. Do you think that's a motive for killing?

I mean, it was 11 years ago in the Hawke's Bay and no evidence.

He'd just deny it, wouldn't he?

So, what does this have to do with what happened to Sam?

I don't know.

We're missing something.

What are you doing?

Alexa, to what do I owe the pleasure?

Look, I'm really sorry about this intrusion. I just wanted to ask...

why did you call Alistair the other night

after he'd just tried to steal grapes from you?

Uh...

What?

Yeah. You know,

when you said you were gonna call the police and you didn't.

But you called Alistair Hanley instead.

Uh, I'm sorry, did you say that Alistair was the thief?

Yeah.

Wow. Uh...

OK.

I mean, I called Alistair because I thought he might know who it was.

Yeah, so why didn't you call the police?

I didn't think they'd really care.

Huh.

So, you didn't suspect Alistair because of the grapes

that you switched 11 years ago and thought he might want revenge?

I-I don't even know what that means.

Go on.

You bloody do so. You know, Hawke's Bay... 2009, 2011.

No, sorry.

Look, I am actually due somewhere,

so let me know if I can be of further assistance

at a bit more of a convenient time, OK? Ciao.

Ciao.

- He definitely sounds rattled. - Yeah, he did.

One of the good ones.

What are you doing now?

I am bringing the mountain to Muhammad.

Hi there. Order from Bird of Paradise Estate.

I didn't order any wine.

I did.

Well, you said you wanted some.

Seriously good Pinot Grigio.

- Mm-hm. - Hey, that's very kind of you.

You are so welcome. Now, Joe here actually made this.

- Joe Gorman? - Mm. He's a rock star.

Pleasure.

Reuben.

- What can I get you? - No, nothing for me.

And Alexa, thank you. We always appreciate new clients.

Finder's fee.

- Oh. - Thank you.

- Cheers. - Your health.

Complex flavours.

What gives a wine complex flavours?

Uh, technique, skill, the fruit.

It comes down to when you pick, right?

The longer on the vine, the more complexity and more depth.

Mm-hm, but you also don't wanna leave

the grape on the vine for too long.

It makes for a bit of a flabby wine.

What happens if you pick the grapes too early?

Well, picking too early makes it quite herbaceous.

Green, weedy, right?

Like yours was in 2009.

Uh... Well, I mean, I've learnt a lot since then.

Hope so anyway.

Look, it's great to see you all,

- but I have a ferry to catch. - Mm.

- Thanks. - Cheers.

Good job.

Joe, Joe, please, just one more thing.

What did you talk to Sam about the day she died?

Uh, I told you. Um,

it was about the vineyard workers and her problem with them.

Really? Was that it? Because you did call her

immediately after the text. I mean, why so keen?

Not keen, just polite.

In Sam's text, she mentioned something about

the complexities in the wine. She seemed surprised by that.

Well, she was learning a lot.

She wasn't surprised because you'd picked the grapes too early,

and therefore, couldn't possibly have those kinds of flavours?

Look, I mean, traditional methods

may have had Sam thinking that the grapes were picked early. Sure. Yes.

But I assure you, the wine tells a different story.

I believe we have just scratched the surface.

Sam knew that the grapes had been picked too early,

and she knew

that the wine had no business tasting the way it did.

That was the first line in her text.

Joe's worked in a lot of vineyards over the years... like, a lot.

Maybe his employers figured out that he's not as good as he says he is.

But why does the wine not reflect the taste of the unripe grapes?

How to make wine taste more complex?

Yadda yadda. 'Time on the vine. Pick your moments.'

Mm.

- Oh. - What?

Look at this.

Oh.

Oh, uh, Alexa, isn't it?

- Hi, Martha. Is Joe here? - No, he's on the mainland.

Mm.

Hey, you don't happen to still have Sam's computer, do you?

Uh, Rupertdogdog1.

- Rupert was Sam's first dog? - Second.

Jasmine Tinkerbelle Chevy Pavlova seemed too long for a password.

What are you looking for?

I don't know yet, but I'll let you know when I find it.

You right there?

Yeah, Martha just said I could look around.

This ismyoffice address. Not hers.

Well, let's me told.

Hey, what's happening?

Can you check if there's any way that Sam could've gone into

the crusher earlier or later than 11.10pm?

- Uh, yeah. Why? - Cos I don't believe Joe's alibi.

Sam's phone went through the crusher at 11.10pm.

That's when the signal died.

Well, it might've been crushed before she died or after.

No, it was in our pocket.

All the broken pieces of the phone were mingled in with bits of the victim.

- OK, yeah, I got it. - Oh, dang, cat!

He's gone; There's no cat.

Hey, can you do something for me? Look up some records from Customs.

Find out if Joe received anything from overseas in the last month.

Will this be new information

or is this something you definitely already know?

Don't you work for the police now?

Just be one of those. Do the things. Pull up the bloody records.

Oh, hello, Kieran.

Alexa.

- You are a hard woman to get hold of. - Well, I'm very busy.

- Well, you look well. - So do you.

- Is Madison giving you grief? - Yeah.

Uh, Madison is awesome. Thank you, Kieran.

- I'm just kidding. - More importantly, how's my cat?

Oh, underfoot!

No, my other cat.

Well, the kids love him, so he's milking that for all its worth.

Good boy.

Melbourne's was not the same without you. What's going on there?

Um, confusing wine murder.

We've got a motive, sort of, but can't figure out the execution,

so to speak. What's happening with you?

Are you having a stroke?

Just spit it out.

Harry's been at me about a reference for Madison...

mentioned offering her a job.

I thought I'd just check in with you first...

- see if you were cool with it. - She's rubbish.

Madison is awesome, thanks, Kieran.

Yeah, you obviously daddled too long, and Harry's

given to the bloody job anyway.

So, does this mean that she's not coming back anytime soon?

- No. - Afraid not.

- Where are you? - At home in Auckland.

Oh, that tram behind you.

Just, it looks like you're just down the road at your old place.

Oh, yeah. I wanted to make it feel a bit more like home,

so I bought a few knick-knacks.

Uh-oh, I've seen that look before.

That either means something very good or very bad.

Kieran, you're awesome too.

Alexa...

- Joe. - So, what's this about this time, hm?

Some casual chit-chat or baseless accusation?

Look, I just wanna say sorry. I know this has been really tough on you.

Yes, thank you. It has.

And Sam was becoming a terrific young winemaker,

thanks to everything that you taught her.

Just...

- Excuse me. Just getting some water. - Sure.

Look...

I know my winemaking methods can seem eccentric,

and at times, perhaps counterintuitive,

- but that is intuition. - Sorry.

And I mean, I, for one,

can't really fully explain that.

Sam, she had so many questions,

you know, and I was there, usually, to teach her.

She was such a fine, fine student and a great kid.

I mean, we are all really gonna miss her.

It's just not going to be the same without her.

- It's just... - Boo.

Yeah, I know. Two places at once... it's completely freaky.

Listen, your friend Alastair,

he never forgot about what you did to his reputation 11 years ago.

So when he started stealing your grapes,

well, you went and picked them all.

But that gave you a problem, right? Like,

how do you make half decent wine, as you do,

from grapes that've been picked too early?

Answer... add glycol solution.

Never had glycolder wine in my life.

Of course you did... and recently.

I've got the lab analysis to prove it.

And then you've got a real problem because Sam figured it out,

and that's why you invited her here to meet you the night she died...

...to share all your rockstar methods.

You set up this office to look like your home

for your home for your international wine conference.

Lugged in that big, ugly piece of tree art and hung it on the wall.

You filmed yourself as if you were at the wine conference.

Just like I filmed myself against a fake bookcase in Martha's house,

just over there.

It's a neat trick.

Makes it look like I'm at home when I was just next door.

Then you inserted that pre-recorded video into the conference,

allowing you time to step away from the computer

without anyone knowing... genius.

When Sam arrived, you hit her over the head...

either killing her or knocking her out.

Then you tipped her body into the crusher to disguise what you'd done.

And you went back to your conference as if you'd never left.

I would say that's all speculation.

Well, Customs records show that you received a shipment of glycol

from Italy in the days before Sam died.

And Francisco saw you leave the winery about midnight.

So...

He was just too scared of losing his job, so he didn't say anything.

If you want a notable wine, I gave her that, OK?

I'm not gonna let some stupid little girl ruin my career.

It's her fault.

She just couldn't leave it alone.

What I don't get is why she mentioned the vineyard workers at all.

I mean, was that leverage?

It's more commonly referred to as blackmail.

Like, 'You help convince Martha to pay the workers more,

'and I'll forget about your little glycol habit'?

As if she would have.

Must've been hard to get the body up there into the machine.

No, not really.

But good luck trying to prove any of this...

...whatever Francisco thinks he saw.

Oh, he didn't see anything. It was a lie

I was just tricking.

Harry...

Joe... Heard a lot about you.

Oh, did I forget to mention that I was recording that online meeting?

Yeah, I'm forgetful sometimes.

Hint of citrus, perhaps.

Mm, lemon.

Tastes like wine to me.

Hey, you aced your psychometric test, by the way.

Well, here's to us and to Harry for choosing the right girl.

I meant me... for choosing me for the job.

Not anything else.

What? Yup, cheers, yup.