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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 a sprinkler.

[Harry] Well, I know something
else you didn't do...

Booked us a table.

Yes.

[Alexa] Oh, breakfast wine.

[Harry] It's brunch,
so it's okay.

Are you on duty?

Come on, Alexa.

You know drinking on duty
is against the rules.

[Alexa] Who is this?

[Harry] Samantha Turei.

Assistant winemaker
at Bird of Paradise Estate.

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

[Harry] She was killed
when she went into

the winery grape-crusher,
two weeks ago.

Oh, God.
What a terrible way to go.

No one was there
to pull her out?

No. She wasn't found
until the next morning...

by the vintner...

Joe... Gorman.

What, am I supposed to know
who this is?

[Harry] Bit of a rockstar
in the industry.

I didn't know there was
such a thing.

So why wasn't he there
when this happened?

[Harry] It was late
after 11:00 p.m.

He was in a wine conference.

[Alexa] Is it normal
for the victim to be working

that late, and alone?

[Harry] According to Joe,

she was working on an
experimental batch of wine.

Possibly to impress him.

Oh. So healthy ego, huh?

Well, he is a rockstar.

It's been ruled an accident...

so far.

[Alexa] 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 twenties.

The day before she died,
she sent a text to Joe...

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

Can we talk re vineyard
worker problem?"

What was the vineyard
worker problem?

Well, she thought they were
being slack...

apparently.

Very complex.

[Samantha] 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.

Are you ready?

What are you doing?
I'm working.

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

Is that Joe,
the rockstar winemaker?

No. I don't know who that is.

Just to be clear, guys...

I'm not a wine expert, okay?

I just do the grunt-work
around here.

Oh. Don't be so modest.

But what's your favourite wine?

[Francisco] At home with my
wife, I drink red.

Here? Whatever you make,
obviously.

Great answer.

[Samantha] So taste this.

[Francisco] Alright.

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
give me 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 inquiries
into the Sam Turei matter.

Oh, ah, of course.

Um, how can I help?

Oh, we just want to get a sense
of what happened.

I believe you were the person
who found her.

Yeah. It was, ah, the worst
moment of my life.

It was horrible.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, is this the machine that...

Yeah. I, ah, been meaning to
have it replaced, but...

But what?

Martha didn't want to 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 pulverized hand?
Sure, it happens.

But death...

Was the crusher in operation
when you found her?

Oh, it... must have jammed
when she was...

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

She totally chased me
for months.

Well, to get you to relocate
from Europe?

Yeah.

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

Uncompromising, determined.

When I recognized 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.

We harvested most of our grapes
six weeks ago,

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

So, um, no safety requirements?

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

Common sense is really...
the genuine rule.

[Alexa] 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.

You know, I might
have been there too,

if I hadn't been busy elsewhere.

You were on a teleconference.

Yeah. An international online
wine conference.

Don't you just 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, ah...
Well, she was unhappy

about 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.

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

Enjoy.

I'll make sure to buy anything
of interest.

Okay. Have fun.

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

Hello?

Excuse me.

Hi. I'm Alexa Crowe. I'm...

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. Ah, 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, that 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,

because 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 is too far away
for the noise.

Too far from what?

My place.
Ah, the foreman's quarters.

You live there alone?

Yes.

Oh, that's a shame.

There's no one
to verify your 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 am. You know, Sam,
she was way too sensible.

Yet, Joe seemed to think
it was plausible.

Well, I don't.

No. 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 had 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.
You know, 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 have
carried in the night.

Got any particular
"nobody" in mind?

[Alexa] The foreman, Francisco.

Claims he was asleep
when it happened.

Anyone verify that?

No.

He lives alone.

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

A 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.

Okay. Best of three?

Yeah, alright.
But I'm gonna smash you.

Madison?

You all set?

Yeah. Go for it.

Okey-dokey.

What's going on?

[Madison over phone] Hi. It's
Madison. Please leave a message.

Oh...

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?

Oh, just stop breathing,
you'll be alright.

No. No. Don't worry the, ah,
the vents are all open.

Oh.

Ah! How was the experiment?

Ah, you know,

I think I rumbled
somebody in the vines

attempting to steal grapes.

What?

Yeah.

I mean, they ran off
without any,

because obviously there
aren't any left to get.

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.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Ah, tha-thank you.

That little hotel
was so comfortable.

I wish we could have stayed
for breakfast.

We are early birds
catching worms.

Oh, worms. Yum.

Francisco!

G'day. You, ah,
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'd you lie, Francisco?

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

The workers, the workers,
they're always blamed

when things go wrong.

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

How close were you and Sam?

We were friends.

We-we were good friends.

Not like that.

Okay. Not-not like
what people say.

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

No. No.

She was helping me.

She was-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.

Ah, I can't afford
to lose my job.

I still have six months left
on my contract.

Did you see the grape thief?

No. Oh, I just, I saw the 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.

Ah...

You know, that grape 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's alibi...

The International Wine Summit.

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

Miguel, shall we start with you.

Zoom du Vin. Sexy.

Yeah. Gets me going.
Can you mute it?

I'm only interested
in how long it lasted.

So it started at 10:00 p.m.

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 12:15 a.m.

So, Joe was at home
when it happened.

Look, do you believe

that Sam and Francisco
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 realizes that
he wasn't doing the work,

and feels betrayed.

And why did she send
the text to Joe?

I mean, 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?

[Alexa] Harry?

I want to 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.

Oh, really?

Oh, don't fall for that,

he says it to everyone.

Now look here... bread.

- Look at that.
- Mm.

Check out the bounce, baby.

That's not easy to do.

It's part science, part art.

You even sound like a winemaker.

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 have got
an amazing Pinot Grigio.

- Macchiato, thanks.
- Ah...

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 toastie.

Toastie with bounce coming up.

And the usual for you?

Thanks.

I want that bag back, alright?

[Alexa] Okay.
So what have you got?

I have a list
of potential vehicles

with the rego starting H-E-W.

Ooh. 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 H-E-W sequence came out.

Harry, could you get
rego information

for all plates
starting with H-F-W?

- Why?
- Well, it was dark.

I reckon she might have seen
H-F-W, not H-E-W.

And one of those might be
registered on Waiheke Island.

That's good.

Oh, she's a wunderkind.
And just ask her.

Do you want a job?

What kind of job?

Data analyst, part-time.

Ah, hell yeah.

Done. I'll do the paperwork.

Hey, Reuben, forget the coffee,

just bring over
a bottle of bubbly.

Thank you.
I'm so, so, so broke.

An-and grateful, obviously.

You're pinching my assets.

Ah, asset, do you mind?

I am 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.

Note the peaches
at the back of the palate.

Delicate, yet complex
and sophisticated.

Just like me.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Alistair 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.

Oh. 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.

[Alexa] I was the one
who caught you in the act.

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

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 of the week?
- Thursday.

I would have been at home.

I talk to my daughter in the UK

every Thursday night
between 11:00 p.m. and midnight.

So are you gonna arrest me
for not stealing grapes?

No. But that's a fun idea.

Kia ora.
Go on.

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

If you want a book
for sixty dollars

and a bag for seventy dollars,

how much more expensive is the
bag in percentage terms?

What?

[Madison] I'm doing
a 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.

[Alexa on phone] Cool.

Could you please check
on the phone records

for Mr. Hanley
on the night Sam died?

Look, I've got
a couple of things

Harry has fired my way first.

I'll do it after that.

No. Not after that. Now.

Why is it so urgent?

[Alexa] 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.

[Alexa] Hey, Kieran,
we're playing phone tag.

Just hit me up
when you get a moment.

Alright. Give me what you got.

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

or at least his landline was.

Might not have been
him on the line.

Well, I called his daughter,
she said it was.

Oh. 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?

Okay. You can start
with the "what else."

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

He only called Alistair.

Well, that is very interesting.

Woo-hoo-hoo. Four bottles
of wine. That's a lot.

Are we expecting guests or...

You know, I'm just trying
to figure out

why would Alistair Hanley
steal Joe Gorman's grapes?

And more than once.

So I didn't some digging.

And it turns out
that Alistair 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.

Okay, so all these four wines
were made by Joe.

These two in 2009.

One is Joe's label,
one is Alistair's.

And these two in 2011.

Okay.

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

Ooh. I'm more
than happy to try.

Okay. And then this one...

Wait, wait, wait. You've gotta
cleanse the palette.

Alistair's is better
than Joe's.

Well, the reviews
agreed with you, actually.

"The 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 rockstar winemaker.

Yeah. Me too. Okay, try these
ones from two 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.

"The 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
as 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 learned
a lesson in 2009,

and he switched his grapes

for Alistair's
at the next opportunity.

- Sneaky.
- And profitable.

Because Joe's career
went through the roof

and Alistair's went south.

And then ten years later,

they end up working
in the same community.

Hah. Awkward.

[Alexa] 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.

Do you think Sam found out
about Joe and Alistair,

and then threatened
to expose what Joe did?

I don't know. 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.

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

Yeah.

Wow. Ah... Okay.

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

eleven years ago and thought
he might want revenge?

Ah, 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, okay?

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 Mohammed.

Hi there. Ah, order from
Bird of Paradise Estate.

I didn't order any wine.

[Alexa] I did.

Well, you said you wanted some.

- Seriously good Pinot Grigio.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, that's very kind of you.

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

- Joe Gorman.
- Mm. He's a rockstar.

- Pleasure.
- Reuben.

What can I get you?

[Joe] No. Nothing for me.

And, Alexa, thank you.

We always appreciate
new clients.

- Finder's fee...
- Thank you.

- Cheers.
- Your health.

Complex flavours.

What gives a wine
complex flavours?

Uh, technique, skill, fruit.

It comes down
to when you pick, right?

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

Mm-hmm, but you also
don't want to leave the,

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?

[Reuben] Well, picking too
early makes it quite herbaceous.

Green, weedy. Right?

Like yours was in 2009.

[Joe] Ah...

Well, I mean,
I've learned a lot since then.

I hope so anyway.

Look, it's great to see you all,
but I have a ferry to catch.

- Thanks.
- Cheers.

Good job.

Joe! Joe!

Please, just one more thing...

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

Ah, 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.

[Alexa] Sam knew that the
grapes had been picked

too early, and she knew

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

The was the first line
in her text.

Joe has 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...

- Oh.
- What?

Look at these.

Oh.

Oh. Ah, ah, Alexa, isn't it?

Hi, Martha. Is Joe here?

No. He's on the mainland.

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

Ah, RUPERTDOGDOG1.

[Alexa] Rupert was
Sam's first dog?

Second.

Jasmin Tinkerbell Chevy Pavlova
seemed too long for a password.

Wha-what are you looking for?

I don't know yet.

But I'll let you know
when I find it.

[Joe] You alright there?

Yeah. Martha just said
I could look around.

This is my office.

Not hers.

Well, that's me told.

Hey, what's happening?

Can you check if there's any way

that Sam could have gone
into the crusher

earlier or later than 11:10 p.m.

Uh, yeah. Why?

Because I don't believe
Joe's alibi.

Sam's phone
went through the crusher

at 11:10 p.m.,

that's when the signal died.

Well, it might have, ah, been
crushed before she died,

or after.

No, it was in her pocket.

All the broken pieces
of the phone were...

mingled in
with bits of the victim.

Okay, yeah. I got it. Yeah.

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.
- Ah, Madison is awesome.

Thank you, Kieran.

I'm just kidding.

More importantly, how's my cat?

Oh. Under foot.

No. My other cat.

Well, the kids love him.

So he's milking that
for all it's worth.

Good boy.

[Kieran] Melbourne's not
the same without you.

What's going on there?

Um, a 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.

Ha-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
dawdled too long

and Harry has given her
the bloody job anyway.

So... does this mean that she's
not coming back any time soon?

- No.
- Afraid not.

Where are you?

At home in Auckland.

Oh, that tram behind you.

J-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.

What's this about
this time, hmm?

Some casual chit-chat
or baseless accusation?

Look, I just want to say sorry.

I-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, 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-to teach her.

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

I mean, we're all really
gonna miss her.

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

It's just...

Yeah. I know.

Two places at once.
It's completely freaky.

Listen, your friend Alistair...

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 have
been picked too early?

Answer, add glycol solution.

Never added glycol
to 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.

[Alexa] To share all your
rockstar methods.

You set up this office
to look like your home

for your international
wine conference.

Lugged in that big,
ugly piece of tree art

and hung it on the wall.

And 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.

[Alexa] 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 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's died.

And Francisco saw you leave the
winery around midnight.

So... he was just too scared
of losing his job,

so he didn't say anything.

She wanted notable wine,
I gave her that. Okay?

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.

It 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 you.

Harry!

Joe... heard a lot about you.

[Alexa] 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-for choosing me
for the job.

Not anything else.

What?
Yep. Cheers.

Yeah...