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Sam?!

Sam?!

Is that Sam?

He's stopped breathing!
Somebody call an ambulance!

Give him some room.

I got it, folks.
Back to work, please.

Come on, back to work.

There's grapes on the vine,
people.

We'll take care of this.
Get back to work.

Everyone, get back to work!

The autopsy just showed
heart failure, but, um...

The day after my dad died

a lawyer from the winery
knocked on my door.

And, let me guess,

said that your father's death
wasn't their fault.

- Right.
- Hmm.

Then he gave me this.

Wow.

That's not normal.
Right?

That's a lot of zeros.

The check isn't valid

unless I sign this
nondisclosure agreement.

- Huh.
- That's why I contacted you.

I want to know what they did
to my dad.

You don't... you don't pay
people to keep secrets

unless you have secrets
to keep.

So, what we're gonna do is

we're gonna find out
what the secret

of your father's death is.

Come on, people!

I got 100 broke citizens
standing outside that gate,

hoping to get picked for work.

You slow down, you go.

I want my quota met.

Hey! New guy!

What?

Still got to fill out
your paperwork.

Yeah, boss.

And pick up your pace!

Punk ass.

He can get a little rough.
You better be careful.

Yeah, well,
I ain't the guy that...

wants trouble.

Let me carry that for you.
Thanks.

Oh, your water.
Oh, yeah.

So you work the harvest
for two weeks, huh?

Yeah. It's...
It's steady work...

If you can keep it.

Pruning begins from leaf drop
in the fall

to bud break around April.

Mm.

Oh, thank you.

Welcome.

I had a good buddy of mine
that worked out here.

I don't know if you know him
or not... Sam Knox.

Um... I'm sorry.

I-I've got to go.

People spooked
out here, Nate.

Any movement on getting
somebody inside?

Yeah, working on it.

Get me any background
information you can

on Sam Knox's
working conditions.

- Copy that.
- There's the full nondisclosure agreement

that Kristin's required to sign

in order to get her settlement.

That thing's 100 pages longer

than the one you sign
for the CIA.

The winery's just trying
to get her to shut up.

And how did you get your hands
on the CIA contract?

You ask too many questions.

You know, a man dies,
you take responsibility,

you make amends.

You don't bury your head
in the sand,

and, you know,
make cash payments

to people so they'll be quiet.

Unless it's the tip
of the iceberg.

Who wants to bet that Sam Knox
is not the first victim?

Parker's in.

Okay, Parker, talk to me.

I'm Intern Parker.
Intern Parker.

Intern Parker.

Nate... I'm going in.

I'm Intern Parker.

Intern Parker.

Yeah, we've, uh...
We've been working

on her long-con abilities,

you know, internalizing
the character more.

Is that really necessary?

Winery interns?!
I'm an intern, too!

All right.
I'm so excited.

We get to stomp grapes
and taste wine.

So, you're the new
the cellar rats.

All right,
I know why you're here.

You want to learn
how to make wine

in the ancient tradition of
the great vintners of Europe.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

That's like me teaching you
Latin to go to the moon.

We're gonna increase the output
of this winery by 1,000%,

and for the pleasure
of being part of that,

you get college credit.

Welcome.

What? Wait. Is...
Is college credit code

for "you're not gonna pay me"?

Get to work!

Is Intern Parker
working for free?

She's just a character, Parker.

Yeah. But I know what
Intern Parker's worth is.

And Intern Parker deserves
a fair wage for her labor!

Yeah, you might want to dial
that back a little bit, yeah.

Dial it back, yeah.
Thinking so.

Uh, charmer we heard,
that's Frank Madigan.

He recently bought
the Bee Meadow Winery.

Basically,
he fired all the staff

and hired a bunch
of part-timers.

Where'd he get his money?

He used to run a chemical
manufacturing company.

They made acrylics, adhesives,
dyes, epoxies, fertilizers.

What's his safety record?

He's got several
worker fatalities.

He's basically trying to pull
the same thing he did there...

Paying for silence.

I mean, if his old company
was a person,

he'd be doing time
for murder one.

Instead, he buys a winery.

We got negligence,
worker deaths, cover-ups.

New digs, same M.O.

Now, he said he was gonna
increase yield by 1,000%.

That's a big claim.
He's up to something.

Yeah. Now, Parker and Eliot,
they're investigating the death.

What's our gig?

Let me see the financials
on the winery.

Okay, so here's the loan

that Madigan took out
to buy the winery.

Now, it says here he put up his
wine collection as collateral.

Can he do that?

If you have a strong collection
made up of certain vintages,

it can easily
be worth millions.

Yeah, some of the biggest
cases I investigated

were wine-insurance
payouts.

What is the jewel in his crown?

That would be a bottle

previously owned
by Thomas Jefferson.

Excuse me?

It's the only one of its kind.

Appraised value is...
Priceless.

Okay, when Eliot and Parker
find out Madigan's secret,

that bottle is what we'll use
for leverage.

Let's go steal a bottle!

No, no, no, we... not steal.
No, no.

I mean, a wine like that...
A Thomas Jefferson bottle...

That collection is gonna be
heavily insured.

So if we steal it,
I mean, we're just

gonna be handing him
a fat insurance payout.

No, I think we need to maybe
ride with him through the loan.

If his wine collection
is the collateral,

let's make the collection
worthless.

If the bank finds out
the collection's a fraud,

Madigan loses the winery.

Yeah, we just take

a 200-year-old
bottle of grape juice

and turn it
into two-buck Chuck.

Let's go fake a bottle.

Nate, this isn't what
I do man, okay?

I make beers, man.
I-I-I don't do wines.

Well, Madigan,
he broomed out the old staff.

So there's job openings.
That's the best way in.

Hardison, you're gonna make
a great vintner.

I don't even know
what a vintner does.

A vintner is like
the resident geek.

Wine-making, it's fermentation,
a chemical process.

So you just pretend that you're
making whatever it is you make.

What I make is beer!

Man, did you even try
my Jicama Plum Stout?

Uh-oh.

It's ridiculous, man.

The flavor's just... it's
pungent, and it's amazing, man.

And if you did, you would know
that I know my beers, man.

This is wine. It's a completely
different field.

It's like trying to play
football on a baseball field.

Interview jitters.
Relax.

Sophie's got you
all the answers.

What paper did you say
you write for?

Wine blog.
"Kay Syrah Syrah."

That's clever.

So, you were the vintner
at the Bee Meadow Winery

until Frank Madigan
took ownership.

Everyone wants to know,

what's the real reason
behind your departure?

At the end of the day,
you can't rush the grapes.

Oh, you can totally rush
the grapes. Yeah.

What kind of materials
do you use?

Sustainably harvested
oak barrels.

Well, what's wrong with plastic?
Let's save some trees.

Bottom line...
I value quality over quantity.

And, you know,
I got three words for you...

Volume, volume, volume.

You're hired.

Interns... Jason Brown,
the new vintner.

When he says "clean,"
you say, "how clean?"

But we've already cleaned.

I'm sorry.
Was I talking to you?

Intern.

Did you sterilize it?

Did you remember
to sterilize it?

One microbe will destroy
this entire barrel.

You understand this, right?
All of you?

I am gonna...

Sorry. I...

Here's the computer
you ordered, sir.

My precious.

You... I mean you.
You're my precious.

Okay, look. I really
don't want to be here.

I got things to do today.
So I'm only gonna say this once.

This is
a carbon dioxide monitor.

Does anybody in here
know what that does?

- It measures...
- Wrong.

It monitors carbon dioxide.

There's one in every single room
in the winery,

just like the one
on the wall back there.

This reads out
real-time co2 levels.

And... none of you know
what that means.

Okay. You.

You're on supplies.
Get me everything on this list.

I mean, everything.
It's gonna take you a while.

You get it?
You... you see what I'm saying?

Aye-aye, captain.

What y'all standing around
looking at me for?

I see a room full of smudges

and a bunch of people
with brooms and mops.

Get to it.

I don't have a mop in my hand.

I can't do nothing about it.
Can't help you. I'm sorry.

Age of the geek, baby.

I am the Grape Gatsby.

Can't take this anymore.

Clean, clean, clean.

Interns do this,
interns do that.

You know what?

I don't think this is
a valuable work experience.

You got a little something
on you right there.

Look.

- Who's that?
- His name's Leonard.

It's Madigan's
right-hand guy.

He's got a very punchable face.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Okay, it's time we get you in.

- Here's what I'm thinking.
- Oh, no.

I'm gonna think
of something fun.

This isn't my first picnic
with a wine collector.

I know, Sophie,
but you have to be careful.

This is someone who knows
how to make wine

on a molecular level.

Okay? This isn't some, you know,
rich person's weekend hobby.

You can't fool a scientist
at his business.

It's just about status.

Wine's just another way
of saying,

"I'm better. I belong."

And that's my business.

Eh, end of the day,
some things can't be faked.

End of the day, there's fake...

and then there's fake.

I'd like to know
the difference.

- Oh, thank you so much.
- Enjoy.

- Mr. Madigan. Chantale Mitchell.
- Hmm?

You're looking
for a new pourer?

H.R. handles
those applications.

Oh, I'm not one
for filling out forms.

I'll tell you what,
Mr. Madigan.

I sell a case of wine...

A case of wine to any customer
in this room...

I'm your girl.

You'll never land them.
These people are looky-loos.

They're here because
the tasting is free.

Excuse me.

Mr. Madigan.

I am very, very persuasive.

All right, then.

Let's start with
the toughest customer here.

What are we looking for, Nate?

Okay, the most common cause
of death for field workers

are dehydration
and hypothermia.

Well, so much for dehydration.

It's been warm here for over three weeks.
No one's freezing to death.

Break's over!

Back to work!

I do not like that guy.

Nate, this guy works
everybody really hard,

but he's not killing anyone.

If Madigan was willing
to pay through the nose

to cover up Sam's death...
Keep looking.

You like the finer things.

And you're not afraid
to show it.

You're a cab man.

Cut the small talk and pour.

It's our 2010.
Big flavors.

It's jammy.

Taste the notes
of black currant.

It's fine, but I'm not reaching
for my wallet.

Let's try something different.
Something special.

I know the wines, lady.

Next time don't try
to snow the boss.

The vintner usually holds back
something nice for the staff.

Ah!

What is it?

No peeking.

The finer things...

For a fine wine.

Better, right?
Structured, supple.

Tastes like money.
What is it, the '08?

It's still the 2010.

Wait. The same one.

I tasted the difference.

No.

You expected the second glass

to taste better
than the first glass.

I told you a story.

I set the table.

You tasted what you wanted
to taste.

That's disturbing.

The family
that owned this place

didn't care
if they turned a profit,

so long as they made
a better bottle.

They made 20,000 cases a year.

You know what I call that?

Small-time.

I'm making big changes.
200,000 cases a year.

The wine will cost me
half as much to make.

Won't taste the same,
but it'll be good enough.

I need someone
who can help me sell it.

You on board?

Of course, Mr. Madigan.

Look for endosulfans
and organochlorines.

They're illegal pesticides...
Could have killed our victim.

This vocabulary
is not thief friendly.

Just scan and move on.

Clear.
It's fertilizer.

Someone changed the labels.

It's not fertilizer.

Then what is it?

Someone changed the labels.

It's not fertilizer.

Then what is it?

Don't get it on your hands.

That's it, Eliot...
proof.

Maybe.
We got something, Nate.

Yeah, hundreds of gallons
of something.

We got a sample.

Get it to Hardison.
I want it I.D.'d.

Hundreds of gallons...

That means there's
purchase orders, usage logs.

We need evidence that's
gonna hold up in court.

Parker, find the paper trail.

Could be poison.

Can't let them use this.

You go.
I'll take care of it.

Okay, Hardison, Sophie,
start the con.

Keep it simple.
A swap-and-whisper campaign.

Sophie, I bet
you're halfway there.

3/4.
Thank you so much.

Hey, Nate, I think I'm making
quite an impression

on our mark.

- Enjoy.
- Hey.

Pinot sold out.

So did the Syrah
and the Chardonnay.

Pre-orders for next year
are through the roof.

Let's celebrate.

I'm dying for a drink.
And the good stuff.

I've heard amazing things
about your collection.

I got a couple of bottles

I've been saving
for the right time.

I got just the place
for a drink. Come on.

Oh.

Tower's my favorite part
of the whole building.

Hmm. It's gorgeous.

Is it part of
the original winery?

Yeah, see,

at harvest, carbon dioxide
builds up around the tanks.

Hundreds of tons of grapes
and yeast-making alcohol

releasing CO2.

You can't see it, smell it.

You just feel a bit woozy,
and then...

You're done.

Ooh. Scary.

Yeah, well, nowadays, we use
air movers and HVAC systems

to keep the levels down.
But in the old days,

these doors would open up
and flush the whole winery

with fresh air.

It's pretty impressive.

Well...

It's like the place
when I bought it.

It's good for its time.

But times change,
science marches on.

What do you think of the wine?
Mm.

It's good.

But I understood you had
some really rare bottles.

Yeah.
You want to see my cave?

Try and stop me.

And your button cam
is now online.

Okay, all right, Sophie,
get ready to swap.

Killing the lights
at your say-so.

Wow.

Nice, huh?

I pulled some of
my favorite bottles.

Ah.

Bella Nunzio.
Rion des Landes.

Mm.

1934 Chateau Margaux.

Frank...

Owned by Thomas Jefferson
himself.

Isn't that something?
Over 200 years old?

I put some serious security
on this thing.

Oh. May I?

It's got its own unique
I.D. number.

You can't open it
without breaking the seal.

No one can swap it out
without me knowing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hang on. Hang on.

You put a license plate on your wine.

Come on. He put a license plate
on the wine?

Who does that?

This is... this is gonna take
days for me to crack.

And by the time I do,
there's no guarantee

that Sophie can get back
in that wine cellar.

Plus, we don't want the workers
breathing this stuff in anymore.

Madigan has to be caught

with a fraudulent
wine collection, okay?

And how do we do that
if we can't swap bottles?

Just make the real bottle
look fake.

A 200-year-old bottle
that we can't swap... how?

Eh, I'm working on it.
Okay, Parker?

- About that paper trail... go find it.
- Great.

Got to forge a bottle.

Test the mystery fluid
and forge a bottle.

Easy day. Yay.

Now, Sophie,
start the whisper campaign.

Make him doubt his own bottle.

Huh.

Wow.

That Ponsot looks to die for.

Did you just say "huh"

to a bottle that was owned
by one of our founding fathers?

Frank, I...

Mm, I'm sure I've got this
all wrong. It's just...

My old boss, Mike Biltz,

he went on a crusade
for five years

searching for that
Jefferson bottle,

and he claims he found it,
without a shadow of a doubt,

in the collection
of a Saudi prince.

Uh, no.

There's only one bottle.
The other must be...

- Fake?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you think so?
You think that's possible?

I just... he put a $20 million
offer on the table.

He had it authenticated
and triple-checked.

Look, this is the real bottle.

Yes. Yes. Yes!

I'm sure you're right.
I just...

You know, wine fraud
is a pernicious business.

My ex-boyfriend...
Ugh...

He turned out to be
a big disappointment.

Half his collection was fake.

Make the man doubt his own wine
and his manhood?

Damn.

Hang on, boys.
Flag on the play.

Boss man told me to move this
to another part of the field.

I'll take this.
Hop down for me, amigo.

All right.
I'll meet you guys there.

Okay, no problem.

Whoa!

Ohh, hell.

That's my bad.
I'll go tell Leonard...

This happened...
I'll pick up another load.

You guys just go ahead
and keep working.

What an idiot.

All right, Hardison,
did you I.D. the sample?

I'm kind of doing two things
at once here, man.

This SN-12
is some nasty stuff.

Its chemical structure
reminds me

of like some kind of
experimental fertilizer.

Probably accelerates
plant metabolism, you know?

You can get high yields faster.

Yeah, and more profit
for Madigan.

You know, plants love it,
but people, not so much.

Other substances like this
cause palpitations,

high blood pressure, and
sometimes even heart failure.

Just like our victim.

Parker, did you find
a paper trail on the SN-12?

Uh, yes, but I'm not exactly
sure what to do with it.

Uh, it's no problem, Parker.

What you should do is
disable the S.S.H. shell

and then
delete dot log-in,

and then reproc
the authentication daemon.

Um, okay.

Wait. Too sloppy?
You know what? You're right.

Instead, uh, how about this?

Try to trigger a BIOS update,

and then intercept the request
so you can trojan a reply.

That easy.

Can't you just come down here
and do this?

Not right now, baby.

Still spoofing Madigan's PC.

It's the last step
of the whisper campaign.

I'm making him think that
he bought a fake bottle of wine

so that he has to call
the 911 of wine.

Ha.

Okay. Last step.

I'm just adding another buyer,
Sophie's old boss.

Good, good.
Prey on Madigan's insecurities.

He's a self-made man.
Make me old money.

Give me a Yale degree,
a home in the Hamptons.

If I say the Dubai bottle
is real,

who is he to question it?

Yeah, get me Dan Snyder.

Ha ha ha! Yes!

Outgoing call
to the wine auditor.

Hardison, are you almost done?

Because exception 214
is about to happen.

That's an automatic
system wipe.

What? No, no.

No, no, no, no.
No. No, no, no.

The evidence is about
to get scrubbed.

Hardison, I can't stop this.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no. No, no.

No! I...

All right.

Okay. So,
what am I looking for?

Maintenance records,
spraying schedules,

logs that tell us exactly
when the workers used SN-12.

There's no data.

I thought you stopped the wipe.

I did, but Madigan must have
deleted it before we got here.

So it's too late.

Wait, somebody copied the data
before it got deleted.

Why would Madigan copy files that
could have him sent to jail?

Miss Knox, Nate Ford.

Mr. Ford, any progress?

So, Madigan was using a chemical
on his vines,

and we think that's what caused
your father's heart failure.

Now, it's not something

that a medical examiner
typically screens for.

He was so happy to have the
work, even though it was...

He worked more hours
than anyone else

on that pruning crew.

Yeah, extra exposure.

That's probably why he was
the first to get sick.

Wait... Madigan's
still using the chemical?

What about the other workers?

Well, I got my people on it,

but I have to ask you
a question.

Did anybody else from the winery
pay you a visit?

Uh, actually, yeah.
A woman just stopped by.

Thank you, Miss Knox.
We'll be in touch.

Okay, I know who has
the missing data.

Hardison, I want you to pull up
the security footage.

Look for a time stamp

that matches when the file
was copied.

Okay, we got a Jane Doe.

I'm sending you her photo
right now.

Nate, is she a friend of yours?

Never met her.

But she paid Kristin Knox
a visit.

She knows about SN-12.
And she's going after Madigan.

We have ourself an ally.

She works out here.

She got jumpy when I was
asking her questions.

I'm searching
the employee database.

Okay, I got a Betty Carter.

Looks like OSHA sent Madigan
a warning after Sam's death.

They got an anonymous tip about
the working conditions here,

and somebody named Leonard
put her on the suspect list.

Well, that explains
why she was so scared.

She probably thought Eliot
was working for Madigan.

She took the data for the
exact same reason that we need it...

to shut Madigan down.

Okay, Eliot, find her.

If we know Betty has the data,

it's only a matter of time
before Madigan does, as well.

Look.

Here comes Leonard.
Let's go.

Mr. Madigan.

Someone's been poking around
the office.

I told you no one gets near
the Knox death.

Do you understand?

I'm trying to move this place
into the future.

Why don't people get that?

What if it's the Carter girl?

Then you're gonna have to
shut her down.

I'll handle the auditor.

Sophie, Hardison, the wine
auditor should be on his way.

What?
No code names?

Uh, the fox is in the henhouse.
How's that?

Nate.
We're good to go.

Well, wine fraud is
a million-dollar business,

so we're up against
million-dollar tests.

There are three standard tests
he'll run

on the Jefferson wine
to verify its age.

We need to hack each test
to make sure that it fails.

You want us to hack
three state-of-the-art tests

while the owner is hovering
like a stage mom?

That's exactly what I want.

The first one's mine.
Easy peasy.

- Frank.
- Hmm?

Your bottle is
the genuine article.

I'm sure of it.
I-I...

I just want to give you
some moral support.

I appreciate that, Chantale.

When you're ready,
Mr. Madigan.

Wait, wait, wait.

Good luck.

Okay, Nate, now he's
doing the visual inspection.

I like that camera.

Could shove a cat
in that camera.

Mm-hmm.

He is zooming in.

Yeah, now,
so, wait, he's looking

for the wrong font,
the wrong materials.

Any sign that it's not
200 years old.

Good thing Sophie
got there first.

Wait, wait, wait.

For good luck.

Ah, it's all about the details.

Invisible film.

We printed one letter
with the wrong kerning.

That thing screams
"laser printer 2012."

It makes the whole thing
look forged.

Yeah, well,
that was the easy one.

The next two are gonna be
a lot trickier.

He's testing the glass.

Wine bottles
made before 1957...

They contain manganese.

Bottles made after that
have chromium.

That's because in '57
Madagascar gained independence

and the price of manganese
skyrocketed.

"World ablaze."

You know, when you play
Shaka Zulu on extreme level,

you got to readjust
your strategic economy.

Level 4.

- For real?
- Mm.

Go ahead, girl.

Wine?

Wine?

What are you doing?

I'm interning.

Get out!

Wine.

Unbelievable.

Taste that.

Oh, that's my masterpiece
right there.

Wine as sweet
as my orange soda.

My teeth ache!

Is it working?

Oh, that lens you put on there?
Guaranteed.

Two down, one to go.

Should be over here.
She's working row 12.

Let's just get this done
as quickly as possible.

Paul.
Give me your hat.

I need your hat
and your jacket.

Quick. Quick. Just take it off quick.
No problem.

We'll find her.

That's her. Let's go.

And now for the geiger counter.

Okay, guys,
so, here's the thing.

All wine bottles after 1947

have trace amounts
of radioactivity.

Cesium isotopes from
atmospheric nuclear testing.

Where did you get
radioactive cesium?

The things I do for Nate.

Wait... so if it's radioactive,
then why are we drinking it?

Oh, come on, now, it's safe.

There are trace amounts
of cesium everywhere...

On you, on me...
Everywhere but old wine.

Which is why Hardison dipped
the auditor's gloves

into a slurry containing
the isotope.

So I'm radioactive?
Why don't I have superpowers?

Babe, we all feel cheated.

More clicks is good, right?

All right. Not bad.

Now, you've taken the oldest
bottle of wine I've ever seen

and made it look underage.

Pretty good.

He'll tell the bank immediately.

Madigan...
Kiss your winery goodbye.

Wait for it.

Genuine.

What?

Congratulations, sir.

How...

Damn it.

He is nowhere near
losing this winery.

No. No, he isn't.

Bottle failed every single test.
How's that possible?

Nate.

I tracked Betty.

I got footprints here.

Leonard's guys got to her first.
Three guys.

She put up a struggle.

They've taken her, Nate.

I've been shaking
things up a bit.

We put Madigan
on Betty's trail.

Okay, Eliot,
get her back.

Yep.

We succeeded too well.

We didn't just make him
doubt the wine.

We convinced him it was fake.
So he bribed the auditor.

Hey!

The bottle is real!
That's amazing.

Let's celebrate.

I'm in the middle of something.

What? No.

What could be more important?

Take the day off.
We're closing early.

What about you?

I said go home.

Nate.

Madigan's giving everyone
a vacation day.

Something's going down
at the winery.

His wine collection is safe.
His loan is safe.

What is he up to?

Nate, something's up.
It's the CO2 monitors.

This is the winery app I made.

Lets me access my workstation.

All the CO2 monitors
are offline.

So Madigan's about to manipulate
the carbon dioxide levels.

I'd say he's probably going

for somewhere between deadly
and lethal.

He just closed down the winery.
Who is he trying to hurt?

Your missing worker.
Yeah.

If I were Madigan,
I'd make it look like

Betty Carter tampered
with those CO2 monitors

in an act of sabotage,
then died during her attempt.

So any evidence she'd found

is tainted as the work
of a crazy person with a grudge.

Eliot, they'll leave her down
by the fermentation tanks.

You know, I should be able to up
the oxygen levels remotely.

Fire up some
of the air movers...

...or not.

Madigan sabotaged
the HVAC system.

The tower.

Intern Parker learned
about the ventilation tower.

If we can get up there... we
can open the door manually.

Okay, Eliot, the air's gonna get
a little thin.

We're working on it.

Yo!

How much time do we have
before Eliot runs out of air?

There they are!
Get them!

Eliot, hold on.
We're coming. Eliot? Eliot?!

There they are!
Get them!

Eliot's running out of air.

Let's do this.

Your head's pounding,
your vision's starting to go...

That's your brain
running out of oxygen.

You'll be unconscious
in 30 seconds.

It...
It'll take me 10 seconds.

Shh, shh, shh.

Good job.

I think it's about time Intern
Parker started getting paid.

Hey.

Hey.

You all right?

I got you.
Come here.

That's it.
Everybody out. We're done.

I'd give that
a B-plus overall.

Have we been watching
the same game?

We barely saved Betty.

We didn't even get back
the bottle.

We convinced Madigan
that the bottle is fake.

As far as he's concerned,

it's only a matter of time
before someone finds out.

It's a ticking time bomb
that he has to unload.

Tick...

Tock.

Tick...

Tock.

I've been waiting a long time

for this bottle
to come on the market.

You're happy
with the authentication?

Oh, yeah. Your auditor
was very convincing.

I just, uh, wonder something.

Why... why do we have to do this
off the books?

Well, it's not the government's
business where my assets go.

- You know what I mean.
- Sure, sure.

I, uh... I heard you had
to shut down your winery.

Oh, it's just a misunderstanding
with OSHA.

We'll clear that up in no time.

Yeah. Well...

I couldn't be more pleased.

It's been a pleasure.

Frank Madigan?
You're under arrest for fraud.

What is this?

Uh, what does it look like?
It's a sting.

The auditor that you bribed

confessed to this bottle
failing all three tests.

You just sold me
a fake bottle of wine

for an awful lot of money.

Oh, yes.
Here you go.

No. Keep it.
It's fake, after all.

Yes. Yes.

No.

No, it's the real bottle.

- No, tha... that's the real bottle.
- Come on, let's go. Come on.

That's the real one!
That's the real one!!

Okay, in here is everything
you will need to build a case

against Frank Madigan
and his foreman.

Everything.

Thank you.
For everything.

Well, she got there first.

Your father was a good man.

The money you gave us...

It was enough to buy back
the winery.

We are now 100% employee owned.

We can't thank you enough.

Just take good care
of the place.

Hello, beautiful.

The money you gave them.

Oh, I may have found a buyer
for the Jefferson bottle.

Oh. Oh.

Hmm.

Ew. It's not Hardison's brew,
is it?

Oh, no. Certainly not.

In memory of
Kristin's father...

and in honor of good friends.

Mm.

And with hope for the future.

Hmm.

Wow.

That's amazing.

Ahh.

- It tastes..
- Special.

Uh...

You said you found a buyer
for the bottle.

You didn't say "wine."

You said
"the Jefferson bottle."

Oh, I meant wine
when I said bottle.

I mean, it's not like
the next buyer

is ever going to
taste the wine.

It's too valuable.

No, of course I meant
wine.

You mean... we...
are drinking

the world's most
expensive wine?

You're the wine expert.

And you're never gonna tell me,
are you?

I do know the difference

between what's real
and what's fake.

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What are you doing back?

We can't go over this again.

Go home.
Get some sleep.

Ugh!

It is so weird watching
your mother try to rebound.

Well, taking care
of her appearance

is a good sign, actually.

She's flirting
with everything that moves.

Did she tell you
why Cavanaugh broke it off?

No.

I wish she'd talk about it.

Do you know the average woman
ingests 7 pounds of lipstick

over a lifetime?

Why do you insist on telling me

your disgusting fun facts
over food?

It's coffee.

Hiya, doll!
Hi!

Detective.

Of all the knuckleheads
she's gonna flirt with...

She has to flirt
with lightning McQueen?

I thought his name
was detective Gibson.

I believe he's part
of the auto-theft task force.

That explains
why he's so arrogant.

Watch this. Watch.

If you were a car,

you'd be a '68 dodge charger...

Sleek styling,
great street performance.

Hey, detective.

I was, uh,
I was just telling your mother

about this, uh,
'68 dodge charger we recovered.

Really?

I thought you were about to
compliment her on her trunk space.

Jane!

Good morning, lieutenant.

What's good about it?

So... rich,
I guess you'll have your usual.

Angela,
how can you know me so well?

Now she's trying
to make Cavanaugh jealous?

Jealousy can sometimes be
a sign of love or commitment.

It can also be a sign
that lightning McQueen

is about to get his ass kicked.

So, I'll be seeing you,
beautiful.

Okay. Bye, rich.

I will call you.

Okay.

Hey, Mrs. rizzoli,
if you're not too busy,

can I get some coffee
over here?

Right away, lieutenant.

I can't watch any more.

We have to do something.

What?
Hide all the plastic knives?

Vanilla.

Just who I was looking for.

I thought
you wanted some coffee.

Uh, never mind.

Hello, Mr. rondo.
Who do we have here?

Reuben, dania, Trevor.

It's dawg.

Oh.
How do you do, dawg?

Rondo, aren't we a little old
for playdates?

These are all my homies
from "off the street."

Oh. The home for teenagers?

I volunteer there.

We're "rondo's rejects."
Mm-hmm.

Um...

Perhaps you'd consider
a less pejorative name.

Juveniles often identify with
the labels society gives them.

Oh, society didn't name them.
They named their own selves.

Hmm.

Um, a reject
is a person or thing

dismissed as failing
to meet standards...

Maura.

"Pejorative" is a word

that expresses
contempt or disapproval.

Brought 'em by
to meet my heroes...

A little impromptu
"career day."

Wow. So you guys
want to be cops?

No. No way.

They just need
a little mentoring.

Maybe you could...
Take 'em around a little?

I-I could be a mentor, too.
Does anybody like cooking?

Cooking!

Or science?
Science!

Okay, ma, why don't you
give them a doughnut,

and we'll let you be
on your way?

Fine by me.

Right? I ain't being mentored
by no chick, anyway.