All language subtitles for Private.Eyes.S03E06.Hog.Day.Afternoon.WEB-DL.x264-ION10.en

- I can't take it. Where is she?

Four months is... It's too long
to be away from her mother.

Why did you send my baby
so far away?

- Why did I send her
so far away?

- Oh, look. I know I said
that you could have her tonight,

but... I changed my mind.
- Are you kidding me right now?

- No argument.
- Thank you.

- Jules! Jules!
- Jules!
- Aah!

- Che piacere vederti,
mamma e papa!

- Would you listen
to those rolling r's?

- You can't possibly be
our daughter.

I'm gonna need to see some I.D.
- It's still me, Dad.

- Just take it over here.

- tell me
about this scarf.

- It's a sciarpa, mom.

And the purse
is Milan street style...

- It's just like mine.
We're twins!

Oh, hey, Matt,
why don't I just take her?

I'll bring her back tomorrow.
- No, that's not OK. We agreed--

- I feel awful.
You didn't get my text, did you?

I actually already have a ride.

(honking)

- Buongiorno, sir!
Signora Dorasay...

- Liam! Look at you!
- Liam!

- Liam flew home yesterday.

His parents bought him a moped.
- Uh!

Is that thing safe?
- Absolutely, sir.

We drove one all over Italy.
- You did?
- Yeah.

You ready? OK. Watch the curb.
- Yeah. OK.

OK, bye! I'll talk to you later,
guys. I love you.

- Did you know that they rode
a scooter all over Italy?

- Well, everyone rides scooters
in Italy.

- I don't think they do.

- Come on! He had a beard?

- Oh, I definitely saw stubble.
(laughing)

It was only four months!
- Four months is like two years

in a teenage body.
- Not helping, Everett.

- I'm sure Jules hasn't changed
as much as you think.

Just give her a chance
to get her feet on the ground.

- Where are we going?

- I told you. New client.

- Does this new client
have a name?

(sighs)
- Cassie Lewis.

We roomed together in college.

- Wow! Way to bury the lead.
- I thought

your father-daughter issues
were much more pressing.

- And what exactly does
your ex college roomate want?

- She wouldn't say. She said:
"Get here as quick as you can."

- Hmmm. Where exactly is "here"?

Belanger Estates?

You know these guys are famous
for their Bordeaux blends?

- That's a smoothie, right?

Kidding.

¶¶¶

(Angie sighs.)

- Listen.

You may hear some stories
from a long time ago...

- Oh! Angie Everett:
The College Years.

Can't be any worse
than that time you borrowed

your dad's patrol car...
- I thought your hockey career

affected your long-term memory.
- No, no. Not so much.

You might as well
tell me now, Everett.

Save yourself the embarrassment.
- Ange!

Oh! Thank god you're here.

Wow! You have not changed.

- Cassie Lewis,
this is my partner.
- Matt Shade.

Hockey player turned PI.
Very sexy transition, P.S.

- You do your homework.
- Which is how I know

that you two are the best.
Follow me.

I've been a wine specialist

with Trent Auctions
now for five years.

First day on the job,

I reached out to Martin Belanger
to see if he wanted

to sell off
some of his historic cellar.

Took some time,
but he finally agreed

to offer up a few of his best.
- Wait, he's not selling...

The Winston '45?

- What's the Winston '45?
- It's the Holy Grail of wines.

There's only one in the world.
It's... it's priceless.

How much do you think
you'll get for it?

- We're anticipating
half a million or more.

- Is it here? Can I see it?
- No one can.

The Holy Grail
has been stolen.

- ¶¶ I see you and you see me ¶

¶ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're makin' a scene ¶

¶ Oh boy, you've got to know ¶

¶ What my head overlooks ¶

¶ The senses will show
to my heart ¶

¶ When it's watching for lies
'cause you can't escape my ¶

- ¶ Private Eyes
They're watching you ¶

¶ Private Eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you,
watching you, watching you ¶

¶ Watching you ¶¶

- When was the last time
you saw it?

- Last night before I left.
That was around seven.

- Is this door locked
all the time?

- Always. You need
a five digit keycode

to lock and unlock the door.
- Who else has the code?

- I don't know. There's over
fifty workers at the vineyard.

- But they don't all work
the night shift.

We'll have to ask Martin--
- No, no, no. You can't do that.

In order to convince Martin
to sell the Winston '45,

my company had to put up
a guaranteed minimum

of a quarter of a million.
If we don't sell that bottle,

we're out the money.
And I'll be shilling

dessert wine in the Balkans.
- OK. When's the auction?

- Three days.
- Prospective buyers get

a preview at the lots
on offer, right?

- The serious ones get
VIP access to the vineyard.

- Perfect.
- Why's that perfect?

- Because we just found
our cover.

We're gonna bid
on the Winston '45.

- My family has been making wine
in the Pomerol region

since the 1700s,
but the Winston '45

is the greatest vintage
they ever produced.

- This one isn't bad, either.
I mean...

It's no '47 Cheval Blanc.
But then again, what is?

- Well! A brilliant
hockey player

and a connoisseur of fine wine.
We should do a Shadow vintage.

- Yeah!
(laughing)

- Uh, why is it called
the Winston '45?

- Oh, well... The bombing
during World War Two

destroyed most of the harvest,
so only six bottles survived.

So after the war was over,

my grandfather took five bottles
and sent them

with this Spitfire pilot
who flew over the Channel

and delivered them in person
to Winston Churchill.

For the celebration of V Day.
- And you got the last bottle?

- Well... It was passed down
to my father, and then to me.

- Why sell the Winston
when it means so much

to your family?
- Cassie. She convinced me

that you can't keep something
locked up forever.

And...if the bottle gets
what we think it will,

it will enable me
to expand my product line,

allow us to produce wines
from varietals

and even a second label.

- Does everyone
here at the vineyard

know where you keep
the Winston '45?

- Of course. Yeah,
I mean, it's no secret.

- Isn't that a little risky?
Keeping a priceless bottle

of wine within easy reach?
- Well,

I trust the people who work
for me, Miss Everett.

Let me show you the bottle.
- No! Don't!

- That's fine. We've taken up
more than enough of your time.

Maybe we could just... uh...
meet with your authenticator?

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course.
Simone. She is amazing.

She knows my wine
better than I do.

- Sweetness on the attack.
I get hints of...

baked apple and pear.
- Hmm!

Star bright.
Medium viscosity.

I get...

crème brûlée.

- I get... grape.
- Yes, well...

(chuckling)
It's from a limited run

two seasons ago.
And, in my opinion,

the vintage is still trying
to find its identity.

- Hmm. So you authenticate
all the wine in the auction?

- All 600 of them.
- A lot of trips to the cellar.

- Comes with the territory.
- And the Winston '45?

Is it worth the hype?
- Oh god, yes.

It'll be the most
exquisite thing anyone
has the privilege of tasting.

- How do you authenticate
a bottle you can't open?

- I test it for clues
to its history.

Cork condition, viscosity,
that sort of thing.

- Have you completed your tests?
- Yesterday.

- Must have been a late night.
- Pff! Not as late as
the cellar hands.

- What's a cellar hand?
- Cellar hands do everything

around the vineyard,
from inventory

to scrubbing bungs.
- What's a bung?

- You don't wanna know.
- Eww!

- Judging by the description
Cassie gave us,

I think we just found our man.
- Looks like he's headed

on a trip.
- Hey! Juan Carlos!

- (sighs):
Why do the bad guys always run?

(grunts)
- Aaah!

I don't have it.
- And yet you know it's missing.

- And you were
in the main cellar last night.

- I was doing inventory.
I got a call on my phone.

I went outside to take it.

I forgot to lock the door.
- Let me guess.

When you got back,
the Winston '45 was gone.

- The bottle's not here.
Where is it?

- I didn't steal it.

That wine, it's like
a symbol of peace, man.

It's like... sacred to me.
- Then why did you run?

- I thought you were him.
- Him who?

- The Wolf.

The e-mails started coming in
a few days ago.

Asking me if I'd steal
the Winston '45 for money.

- It's an anonymous server.
I can't trace it.

"I'm all junked up on the 45."

"Don't be a piker,
I'll make it worth your while."

"Get it,
or I'll tell your boss."

They're all signed "The Wolf".
- Did you ever reply?

- No.
- What does he mean,
"I'll tell your boss"?

- I'm here on a visa.

I'm only supposed to work
at the vineyard, but...

- You got a second job.
- I send money home.

I love this vineyard,
but I need both jobs.

Don't tell Martin, OK?

- Fine. But we're gonna need
your passwords.

- (Matt): I think
he's telling the truth.

- He had motive and opportunity.
- But the Winston '45

was taken last night.
Why wait so long?

The guy's been
a cellar hand here for months.

- Maybe he didn't know
how much it was worth

until the Wolf contacted him.
- It makes more sense

that it was one of the people
here for the auction.

- How would they get in
so late?

- Look around.
There's no security here.

Except for a lock
on the cellar door,

which was left open.
- We should talk ask Cassie.

She knows the buyers.
- Maybe she can tell us

if there's a wolf in the pack.
- Read the headline.

- "Famous wine stolen
from estate auction."
How did this leak?

- I have no idea.

- Uh... It's everywhere.
- Yeah. Which means I'm nowhere.

My career
is officially over. Yeah.

- Cassie!

You knew about this?
Why didn't you tell me?

- I thought I could
get the Winston back
before the auction.

- The sale of that bottle
was going to breathe life

into this vineyard. Without it,
my expansion plans go out

the window. You knew this!
- We can get it back for you.

- Forgive me, but a hockey
player and his girlfriend?

- They're private investigators.
- Cassie hired us

out of her own pocket
because of her loyalty to you.

- And her commission.
- No, I don't care

about the commission.
You can have it.

- We can get
the Winston '45 back.

Just give us until the day
of the auction.

- Yeah, what choice do I have?
- OK.

- Cassie's sending over a list
of all the registered buyers
for the auction.

- Oh! I'll get Zoe going
on Juan Carlos' emails...

- She's still
at her auntie's house

up north. Remember?
- Oh, yeah.

- Looking a little flushed
there, partner.

- I am not used to day-drinking.

Everywhere we turned around,
there was another glass

in front of us.
- You weren't supposed

to drink them. Swirl, sniff,

sip, swish, spit.

(laughing)

- It's so peaceful
out here.

- You miss the screech
of the streetcar,

the smell of raw sewage?
(chuckles)

- I don't know. Cassie has
a pretty glamourous life.

It's the one
she always wanted...

- Sounds like admiration.

Cassie told me you're just
the same old Angie.

Smart, spontaneous, stunning...

And sleeping.

Baby girl! I missed you so much.

- I missed you too, Dad.
- Yeah, well, I missed lunch.

So why don't we order food in

and then Jules can regale us
with tales from Italy.

- I'd love to,
but a bunch of us that
just got back are going out.

Can we talk later?
I mean, it's only 7:30.

We never ate before 9 in Italy.
- Sure, honey, yeah.

Have fun! We'll talk later.
- Bye. I miss you guys!

- Bye, sweetie.
(door opens, then closes)

Well...
- Is it just me

or does she seem like
a totally different person?

- You mean older,
more mature?

As if her perspective
has been altered

from four months
of international travel?

- Yeah, something like that.
- Yeah.

- Should I be worried?
- No.

I've seen this movie before.

There was this 16-year-old boy

who once came back from
his first year in junior hockey.

Barely looked his dad
in the eye.

- Yeah. Cut to the chase, Dad.
- She just got home.

Let her adjust.
Why don't I make us something?

- So... These are
the registered bidders

on one of the finest wines
in the world.

They're just a bunch
of entitled asshats.

- For most of them,
it's not even about the wine.

They collect trophies:
the rarer, the better.

- Which is gonna make it
that much more difficult

to figure out which one
is responsible for the theft.

Hey, what's a "piker"?
- A gambler who places
small bets.

- This Wolf guy
has his own language

and it's pretty cheesy.
- Uh...

Back in the day,
when I had money...
- By "day" you mean '90s?

- I met with a group
of investment brokers

who were trying to start
their own hedge fund

and they all spoke the same way.
Like they were...

gangsters from East London.
- One of our asshats

is a commodities trader.
Aaron Brisbane.

- Says here

he toured the vineyard
the day before yesterday.

- If he's The Wolf,

how do we get him to admit
that he stole the Winston '45?

- Oh, that's easy.
We buy him a drink.

(muffled music)
(indistinct chattering)

- Another one of these, miss.
- Oh, you betcha.

- Angelina!

- Mr. Shade.
What's your poison?

A Latour
from your private stock?

- Oh, come on,
it's Wenesday afternoon!

The Latour is more
of a Friday wine.

How about this one?

- Oh! Of course, sir.

- Did you just turn down
a first growth Bordeaux?

- I sure did.
- Aaron Brisbane.

- Matt Shade.
- The Shadow?

No way. Now I'm definitely
gonna stick around

to find out what Matt Shade
drinks on Wednesdays.

(laughing)
- How about the Winston '45?

(laughing)

- Unbelievable what happened.
You keep it cellared
for 70 years,

then three days before you reap
the reward it gets stolen.

- The reward would be
just getting to try it.

Man, I'd give
my left you-know-what

for the chance to taste that.
Actually, no,

it'd have to be my right.
I think I gave my left one away

for a bottle of 2000 DRC.

(laughing)
- Get ready to soar...

with the 2012
Owl Valley Chardonnay.

- The 2012 Owl?
Nice choice, Shadow.

I've wanted to uncork that juice
for years. May I?

- Be my guest.

- Wow.

I feel like I just popped
my cherry again.

(chuckles)
Here.

A little thank you very much.

- The Solera Club. What's this?
- Life-changing.

Swing by tonight.
I've got a bottle

that'll get you so junked up
you won't care what day it is.

8 o'clock.
Don't be late

and don't tell anyone.

- I think we may
have just found our Wolf.

- Are you kidding me?
I've heard of The Solera Club.

- So who are they?
- They're a group

of the wealthiest
wine connoisseurs in the city.

They hold monthly tastings

where they try
to one-up each other

with exclusive bottles
of wine.

You must have made
quite the impression.

- I think Mr. Brisbane
is easily impressed.

- What did Maz have
to say for himself?

- He said to say hi and...

that tracking a bottle of wine
is impossible.

But we still have
a solid lead, Cass.

- How do you know
that Aaron Brisbane

has the Winston '45?
- Just a hunch,

but it definitely turned
his head when I mentioned it.

- So what's the next step?
- Our inside man here

has a ticket to the ball.
Now all we need to do

is turn him into a prince.
(chuckles)

(muffled music)

OK, Shade. We've got eyes.
- Can you hear us?

- Loud and clear.
I'm entering the wolf's den.

- Everyone take their seats.
- And there's our wolf.

- So... I've brought
something very special

for you beautiful people
tonight. But...

as is our custom,
we're gonna have a little fun

before we reveal the treasure.
You've each got a glass
in front of you.

[The first one to correctly
identify the mystery juice]

gets the first taste
of the real booty.

Stems up, beautifuls.

- OK. Let's go through
the grid, Matt.

- Grid?
- Eyes, nose,

tongue and quality.
Start with the eyes.

Tell me what you see.
- Good clarity.

Rim variation indicates the wine
is at least 20 years old.

- [OK, that's good. Keep going.]

Well, what does
the nose give us?

- Red and black fruit.

Olives and bell peppers.

Tar.

- Oh, it's good.
Is it tobacco or smoked meat?

- Smoked meat?
- Smoked meat.

- You're on fire, Shade.

[How about the tongue? Quality?]

- It's from the Northern Rhone.
- Syrah...

- It's Ermitage.
- Oh!

It's a Louis Marchand!

- One of the best vintages.
- [1961,]

'64, '72, '82 and '90.

- OK, so... 1 in 5 chance

or 80 percent chance
you get it wrong.

- Not helping, Everett.
- I know what it is!

A 1982 Petrus.

(He mimics a buzzer sound.)

- Afraid not, Maddie.
Anyone else?

- It's a Louis Marchand.

- And the vintage?

- 1990.

- Winner! First taste
of the mystery bottle

[goes to Matt Shade.
The Shadow knows.]

(applause)

- Oh! That's it.
That's the...

- The Winston '45?
How did you...?

- Don't ask
if you don't wanna know.

- You're actually gonna open it?

- That's the plan, superstar.

- You gotta stop him!
- Shade! Grab it and run!

- What are you doing?
- Sorry.

- [Hey! Stop him!]
Call security!]

Hey! Get back here!
- Start the car!

- Shade, watch out!
(grunting)

(panting)
- Oh, my god!

- I'm so sorry, Cassie.

- So, the suspect is still
not talking, but don't worry,

we'll crack him open
like a cheap bottle of wine.

- I wish we had better news
for you, Cassie.

- Yeah.
- Maybe I do.
- Hey, Shade.

That looks like... evidence.
And you touching it.

- Take a look at the glue
behind this label.

- Oh, wow! It's clear!
- Uh.

- So?
- That means it's new.

It should be yellow.
- This bottle's machine made.

Chateau Belanger used
hand-blown bottles
during the war.

- So you're saying
this puppy's a fake?
- Well, the label's real,

but the wine
and the bottle aren't.

- Which means
the real Winston '45

is still out there.

- Hey! Hey! Yeah?

Let me do the talking, OK?

- Where'd you get
the bottle, Aaron?

- Is it English
that's the problem?

- You lied to me, Shadow.

And you cost me
a lot of money.

- He's not the one
who sold you the fake.

- What are you talking about?
- The bottle you bought

wasn't the real Winston '45.
Someone made a fool out of you.

- You think he's more upset

about the money or his pride?

- Oh, I think his money
is long gone.

- OK. You got one chance
to make this right.

Where'd you get the bottle?

- Chong's Chinese Palace?

- Aaron was told
to wire 250 000$ offshore,

then ask for a package
at the coat check.

- They handed him a wooden box
with the bottle inside.

- A priceless wine,
one-of-its-kind,

and the deal goes down
at an all-you-can-eat buffet?

- Except it wasn't the Winston.
- Listen,

the auction is in two days
and if we don't find

the real Winston, I...
- We'll look into it

as soon as the restaurant opens.
Let's get back to the agency.

- Yeah. I could use a drink.
- I'll check in with you later.

- OK, enough with
the pity party.

We gotta get your mind off this.
What can I do?

- Distract me. Alright.
Tell me about...

you and the Shadow.
(laughing)

- Well, let's see.
A couple of years ago,

we ended up on the same case
and then...

He just stuck around until--

- OK. Boring. Come on,
skip to the good stuff.

- What's the good stuff?
- Like how is he in bed?

Come on!
- Oh, my God!

Are you kidding me right now?
- Wait. You two aren't together?

- No! Of course not!
- You, my dear, are a sassy

stone-cold catch and he,
from what I can tell,

is a super hottie bad boy
modernman FILF.

Father I'd like to--
- No, I get it. I get it.

- Plus he knows vintages
like there's no tomorrow

and, I mean, he's not afraid
to mix it up, you know,

when the going gets tough...
- Sounds like you're the one

with the crush on him.
- Me?

- Yeah.
- No! No, no, no.
I would never do that.

- Really? Because if
I seem to remember,

back in the day,
he was exactly your type.

- You mean our type.

I remember you liked
to do it in places

where you would get caught.
- Oh, my God! Don't go there.

- Yes. Remember that one time
you snuck up

to the roof
of the science building

with James Montgomery?
- Our clothes blew off the roof.

We got stuck up there
for hours.

Campus securituy had
to rescue us. Oh, my God!

- Honey, look,
all I'm saying is...

If I had somebody

that looked at me the way
that Shade looks at you,

I sure as hell
wouldn't be sitting here

getting drunk and talking
about the good old days.

- Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late.

- It's only
three hours past dinnertime,

what's another ten minutes?
- (Becca): Now, now.
- Grandpa's angry.

- No worries. I'll call Sal's.
I'll have a gigante

here in twenty minutes.
- Oh!

Jules already ordered.
- Yeah.

We're having crostini toscana,
caprese salad,

pappardelle alla leper and
risotto ai funghi. Delizioso.

- Great. Let's eat.
- Seems Italy has introduced

our little girl
to a whole new culinary world.

- Oh! Oh! Oh! Finally!

Come to papa.

- But the gigante is our thing,
honey. It's tradition.

- I thought we could start
a new tradition.

- Yeah, but that's the thing
about traditions, honey.

They're not new, they're old.

That's what makes them
traditions.

A little help here, Dad?
- Sorry. You're on your own.

I'm starving.
- This pappardelle

looks gorgeous.
- Just try the crostini, OK?

It's not the same without
the authentic Italian olive oil,

but still...
- Yeah, honey...

It's not about the crostini.
I know what a crostini is.

You know what?
It looks delicious. Let's eat.

- Yeah. Let's eat!

- I'm telling you,
you're gonna love it.

- You had a standoff
with Jules over pizza?

- When you put it that way,
it sounds childish.

- Is there a way to put it
where it doesn't sound childish?

She's growing up, Shade.
You gotta let her do that.

(laughing)
- I let her go to Italy!

- Yeah, but you expect her to
come back exactly the same way.

Look, she's just discovering
other things

that are important to her.
It's part of getting older.

- Why are you so wise
this morning?

You and Cassie solve
the world's problems last night?

- Not exactly.
- What did you talk about?

- Oh, look!
We're at Chong's already.

You know,

the Internet will still be there
when your shift is over.

- It's live, genius.
And I'll never get

to experience that moment again.
- Hey!

You know this guy?
- I remember he tipped me.

He came in yesterday
with a claim check.

Picked up a package.

- Who dropped it off?
- Dropped what off?

- The package!

- Oh! Don't know.
But I'm pretty sure

it was right as we opened.
During the morning rush.
- You have a rush at 11am?

- If I open even one
second late, the people
from Crestfield freak out.

And you do not want
to tangle with them.

- Not quite what I expected.

- Try not to bump into anyone.
We can't afford the lawsuit.

(chuckles)
- Here we are.

Nevin Ainslie, Room 453.
- Um...

We said we were looking
for an old bottle of wine...

The Winston '45?

- Uh! Say those magic words
and you'll never leave.

(knocking)
- I'm naked,

but you're welcome
to whatever's left of me!

Oh!

You're not Nancy.
Neither one of you.

- Thank goodness!
No offence.

- We're private investigators.

- Oh! You're here
about the stolen scrapbook.

- No, sir, we're here
about a bottle of wine.

The Winston '45.
- Yeah, that's what I said.

- I don't think you understand.
We're talking about

a bottle of wine.
- So am I.

- The Winston '45?
- Son...

Which one of us
use an hearing aid?

- I stand corrected.

Please go on.

- Someone came through here
and grabbed it

when I was out playing
"Name That Tune"

in the third floor lounge.
- The wine?

- The scrapbook!
My labels are in it.

- Sir Winston Churchill.

- The Bulldog himself.

- Hmm.

"Dear Nevin, thank you
for your heart of courage

"and your wings of valour.

You will never be forgotten."
Signed W.C.

- You're the Spitfire pilot

who flew the Winston '45
over the Channel on VE Day.

- Didn't even get to taste it.
I was just the courier.

But Mr. Churchill had the labels
sent to me as a keepsake

and I held onto them.
Ever since.

Until some arsehole stole them.

- Would you give us a minute,
please, sir?

- Yeah.
Take all the time you want.

If you see Nancy out there,
send her in, will you?

- Yeah.

If he had five extra labels...

- That means there's five
extra bottles out there.

- And any one of them could be
the real Winston '45.

- So six bottles of Winston '45
were saved from the bombing.

- How did you end up with all
those dead soldiers, partner?

- We had a lot to talk about
last night.

- After the war ended,

Martin's grandfather
sent five bottles

to Winston Churchill.
- Which were delivered

by our Spitfire pilot, Nevin.

- Those bottles
were uncorked and finished

on VE Day.
- Except Nevin...

kept the labels
in a scrapbook since then.

- And those labels were stolen
at roughly the same time

as Martin's Winston.

Why would somebody
steal the real bottle

from Belanger Estates
when they could just make fakes

from the labels
and avoid the risk?
- To authenticate them.

You need to create the illusion
the original is up for grabs.

It's the Mona Lisa heist.
- What's the Mona Lisa heist?

- It's the case that made Angie
want to become a PI.

- 1911. Paris.

The Mona Lisa, the most famous
painting in the world,

was stolen from the Louvre.
The thief made

six flawless forgeries
to sell on the black market.

- So he could make six times
the profit.
- Right.

- Knowing that none
of the buyers would ever admit

to having bought
a stolen painting.
- So we need to track down

the other Winston '45 buyers.
- Cassie has a list of 60 names.

- What about reserve bids?
If the buyers were serious...
- They'd make a reserve bid...

- And those bids would be
secured by a bank.

- How many of those
were there?

- Now I speak?
- You speak.

- We had almost twenty bidders
and they pulled their bids

when the news broke
that the Winston was gone.

You're biting your lip.
You've got something.

- Well... What if we look
at the reserve bids

that were pulled before the news
of the missing Winston broke?

- I'm gonna bet there's Aaron's
plus four more.

- Grab a seat.

Keep the attitude,
have a seat here.

We'll get you back to the spa
in no time, alright?

(sighs)

Uh?
- Well, that makes all of them.

- Four fake Winstons.
- And Brisbane's makes five.

All with machine-blown glass
and freshly glued labels.

- Which means none of them
is the real Winston '45.

- What did our buyers
have to say?

- They're all singing
the same tune.

Contacted anonymously,
assured they were getting

the real Winston,
transfered 250 G's offshore

and went to pick up
their bottle.

- Never from the same location.
- No.

- Makes sense. You don't
want the buyers running

into each other. Let's run
through the drop points.

- OK. We got
Chong's Chinese Palace

and Rona Jean's
Silver Moon Salon.

Glen Manor Bingo Hall.
The public library.

Century Club Aquafit.
Who are we after here?

Granny Oakley?
- Do you see it?

- What are we looking at?
- Smack-dab in the middle...

- Crestfield Gardens
retirement home.

(elevator dings)

Hi.

The shuttle driver
said only one person

visited all the drop sites.
Nancy Colgate.

Fourth door on the right.
- Do we really believe

that an octogenarian heisted
the priceless Winston '45?

- I guess we're about
to find out.

(knocking)
- Good afternoon, ma'am.

We're questioning
all the residents

here at Crestfield
to see if their experience--

- Sssh! Sssssh!
Get in here,

both of you.
- OK...

- What have you got?
- I beg your pardon?

- Nevin told me everything.

It would mean the world to him
if you could

get those labels back.
- Um...

I don't understand.
- I'm Nancy.

Nevin and I are...

- (both): Oh!

- That Nancy. Yes.

Wait a minute.
If you two are so close,

then why did you
help steal his labels?

- What are you talking about?
- Well...

We know you made deliveries
to these five locations.

- Sure. I did.
As a favor to my granddaughter.

What does this have to do
with Nevin's labels?

- You didn't look
inside the packages?

- No. Why would I?

Why are you looking
in my fridge?

My granddaughter
gave me that one.
She's a wine expert.

- Would you happen
to have a photograph

of your granddaughter?
- Of course I do!

- Shade.
- Simone is amazing.

She knows everything about wine.

- So that's lot 34.

- Hey, Simone. You got a minute?

- Does it look
like I've got a minute?

The auction is about to begin
in a few hours

and we've had to pull
50 extra bottles

out of the wine cellar to try
to make up for the lost Winston.

- Actually,
that's why we're here.

We may have some good news.

- Is that...?
- The Winston '45.

At least, we think it is.

We need your help
to authenticate it.

- Because if you say it's real,
then it is, right?

- So?

Is it real?

Is it the last
of its kind in existence?

- Yes. It's incredible.
You found it!

- Are you sure?
- I'd stake my reputation on it.

- Um.
- What about this one?

Is this one the last
of its kind as well?

- Or...

What about this one?

Or... This one?

- They seem to be multiplying.

- I don't understand
any of this.

- I get it, Simone.
You put your stamp
on thousands of bottles

for the rich and ignorant
and you...

never reap the bounty. So you
stole the Holy Grail of wines

and then leaked
the story to the press.
- Which was all the proof

your buyers needed that you had
the real Winston '45.

Then, you played on their greed
and sold them all fakes.

- But to use your own grandma
as a wine mule?

That's a whole new level
of tasteless.

- You can't link
any of this to me.

And the only thing a jury

would convict my grandmother of
is a bad palate.

- Maybe she's right, guys.

I guess the only thing left
to do not is... drink.

Your grandmother was kind enough
to give us this bottle.

Care to join us?
- I probably shouldn't.

- Hmm. Hey,
do you have a corkscrew?

There must be one around here.
- Oh, my God!

What have you done?
The Winston '45!

You have no idea
what I went through

to keep this safe!
It was the last one.

And now it's gone.

- Shadow Vintage.
100% grape juice.

- Only the thief would know
the real Winston '45

was under that label.
- Now everyone else does too.

- Martin loaned us an old bottle
out of his cellar.

- Total cost: less than 10$.
But seeing the expression

on your face when that bottle
hit the ground... Priceless.

(sighs)

(indistinct radio chatter)

- Et... voilà.

The one and only Winston '45.

- There's still time
to get it in the auction.

- The bidding may be even higher
after the adventure
it's been on.

- This doesn't belong
in an auction.

- So are you putting it back
in the cellar?

- No, it doesn't belong
in a cellar, either.

Not something this beautiful.

- So... what are you gonna do?

- I need to ask you
a favor, Shadow.

(knocking)

- It's open.

- Nevin?

- Finally.
Did you find my labels?

- They're a little the worse
for wear, but yes.

- Fantastic!

I thought
they'd be gone forever.

Would a 50 do?

- Uh, it's on the house.

- You need something like this
at my age to...

remember who you were.

- About that. There's...

There's actually someone here
who'd like to meet you.

- Mr. Ainslie?

My name is Martin Belanger.

I think you knew
my grandfather.

- Oh, my goodness!

Oh, he was a good man.

- I would be honored
if you would tell me about him

over a drink.

- Is... is that...?
- The Winston '45.

Last of its kind.

- I'd never thought
I'd ever be able to taste this.

Sit... sit down.
Sit down, everybody.

- I think
it might be wasted on me.

- You may be surprised.

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To seizing the day!
- Whenever it may come.

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- Hey! Bad time?
- For you? Never.

- I came to give you this.
- Oh!

I feel weird
taking money from you.

- No! Martin covered
half your fee

and my company was so over
the moon about the auction,

minus the Winston '45,
that they picked up the rest.

- Really? Then I will take that.

- This, however...

This is from me.

It's an Henri Lepagnier.

Open it in a year.
It'll blow your mind.

- Only if you come back
and drink it with me.

- You know what?
I don't know where I'll be.

I gave my two-week notice.

- What? You love that job!

- I thought I did.

But after working with you
and Shade, I realized

that I was just
collecting commissions

on other people's passions,
you know, not my own.

- So what's next?

- I don't know.

Maybe a wine apprenticeship
in the Rhone Valley.

Somebody in college told me
the key to happiness

was freedom.
- Ha! Ha! Ha!

That was a long time ago.
- So, what happened?

Really, what happened?
Did you grow up?

You got cautious?

You lose your sense
of spontaneity?

- Geez, just call me boring
and get it over with.

- You're far from boring, Ange.

But maybe I was wrong.
You have changed.

Come on, you used to go
after what you wanted.

Just saying...

Here. Come here.

Remember: one year. OK?

Somebody special.

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- (Jules): I thought
Mom was picking me up.

- I was in the neighbourhood,
so I figured I'd swing by.

You don't mind, do you?

- No. No, of course not.

Look, Dad,
I'm sorry about the other day.

I didn't mean to mess
with our family tradition or--

- Honey, that wasn't your fault.

I got hung up on something
that didn't matter.

Hey, I...

I got you something.

Here you go.

- What is it?

It's Rossi, the best olive oil
on the market.

For the next time
we order from Sal's.

- Dad, thank you!
(chuckles)

- I guess...

Part of me wants you to stay
a 12-years-old girl forever.

- Dad... I'll always be
your little girl.

I miss Italy.
- Yeah, I know you do, honey.

That's why I've got one more
little surprise for you.

- Where are we going?

- Almost there, honey.
Just a few more steps.

And here she is!
Our guest of honor!

- Hey, Jules.
- Hi, sweetie.

- Wow, everybody's here.
- Hello.

Have a seat, miss.
- Thank you.

- It's not quite Italy, honey,

but it's as close
as I could get.

- It's perfect, Dad.
- Now, you get to be the first

to try our most recent vintage.
- Um...

- Relax, Shadow.
- Oh, when in Rome...

- Right on.
(laughing)

- Thank you.
- A toast.

To traditions, new and old.

Wouldn't you rather have a beer?

- No! I've...
I've learned a few things

in the last couple of days.
About wine.

- To another great case.

- Solved by
two brilliant detectives.

- Wait!
- Gotcha.

(chuckles)

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