All language subtitles for MSW.S11E08.Crimson Harvest

(TRAM BELLS DINGING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PLAYING VIOLIN)

What was that for?

(SIGHS) Just thanks.

For the most incredible
month of my life.

There'll be
other months.

Hmm, and years
and years and years!

And tomorrow you'll get to see how we
Italians celebrate the wine harvest.

(SIGHS) It scares me,
Paul. Oh, don't be.

Mama has the soul
of a Genovese.

She'll take you
to her heart.

Pete'll be jealous
I've landed a woman

of such incredible
beauty and intelligence.

(CHUCKLES) And Alicia
will be very suspicious.

It'll take a little time,

but eventually, she'll grow to
love you, like everyone else.

(MOANS)

Why don't I run you to the hotel.
The suite's all ready for us.

(SIGHS) Can't your business
just wait one night?

Not this business.
I won't be long.

I promise.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(GUN COCKING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Whoa! For crying out loud.

(GUN FIRES)

(PAUL GROANS)

MAN 1: Pete.
MAN 2: I got it there.

ANNA: Harvesting the grapes is
the toughest time of year, Jessica.

But it is the
most rewarding.

From the vine to the bottle,
it's time for celebration.

Jess, I can't thank you enough for
coming out here for Paul's funeral.

Well, next time will be
under happier circumstances.

(CHUCKLING)

You know, I envy you.
You've still got the strength

we both once had
after Silvio died.

Do you remember
how he was?

So strong-willed,
never wrong.

(LAUGHS) So handsome
and irrepressible.

(EXCLAIMS) And Paul
became my strength.

Now the winery's in trouble, and I'm
too tired and muddled to deal with it.

Well, just give
yourself time, Anna.

It just takes time.

EDGAR: Silvio used to say the
finest wine tastes no better

than the glass from
which it is poured,

and this princely piece,
heavy as sin,

I might add,
was Silvio's pride and joy.

You know, I remember when
he brought that home, Edgar.

We'd all gone
to a county fair...

The Sonoma Fair. Yes, uh,
Silvio said that the, uh,

dealer didn't know the
value of what he had.

That's why you keep proposing to
Mama, Edgar, it's for her antiques.

(SHUSHING) Alicia!

A tongue just
like her father's.

(LAUGHING) Where the hell is Pete?

I do propose regularly,

but Anna, dear heart,
says that she prefers

an attentive and forgiving
suitor to a demanding husband.

Ah, pardon me, it's, uh,
time to tap the cabernet.

Shoot. Never mind Pete,
we've gotta get going.

(SIGHS) Could you
walk us out, Jess?

Yes, of course.
Excuse me.

(WHISPERING)
Be right back.

(CHUCKLES) Henry.

Oh, right. Well, I'II, uh,
see you later, Mrs. Fletcher.

Mmm-hmm.

(CHUCKLING) He's an egghead, but sweet.

He knows his
varietals, though.

Jess, I don't want to
interfere in your life,

but Mama really needs
someone like you right now

to help her make
the right decisions.

She has completely lost
sight of her priorities.

Well, can you blame her?
She needs time.

Time is what
we don't have.

She told me something about
a heavy second mortgage.

It has to be paid off by
the end of the month. Oh.

There's this shark in the
West Valley, Lars Anderson,

who's trying to buy us out,
and Mama's about to cave in!

Alicia, I'm sorry. I know next to
nothing about the wine business.

Even if I did, I didn't come here to
change your mother's mind about anything.

(SIGHS) At least I tried. Hmm.

God! Paul was
enough trouble alive.

Henry!
Have you seen Pete?

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(SWITCHES OFF ENGINE)

Sheriff. I didn't know
you'd become a chauffeur.

My own time is
my own business.

A few malcontents are stirring
up some of the other campesinos.

Serafio helps put the
fear of God in 'em.

Unofficially, of course.
Nice, spooking your own people.

Stuff it,
Grimaldi.

(CLEARS THROAT) So,
where you been all week?

I was expecting
to hear from you.

The house hasn't exactly
been a happy place.

I can understand that, but I
need an answer muy pronto, amigo.

(CHUCKLES SARCASTICALLY)

Offer still stands. All the
perks, the salary we talked about.

Three years, firm.

Something's been bugging me
about your offer, Mr. Anderson.

Fact is, we wouldn't be here
talking if Paul was still around.

What's eating you, Pete?

Underneath all the B.S.,

I've figured out what you're
really after, Anderson.

You know nobody's ever gonna change
Alicia's mind about the buy-out.

(LAUGHS) That isn't
exactly news.

You've got this screwball
idea that by hiring me

you'll be buying my
influence with my ma,

that I'll make damn sure
she sells out to you.

Is that the end
of the world?

Come on! With a foreclosure, they're
gonna forfeit everything, anyway.

Get your own
life, amigo,

with your own people.

The Grimaldis
are my people.

(INHALING DEEPLY) You're the
adopted son of a campesino,

that's never
gonna change.

Silvio left shares to Paul
and Alicia. Where are yours?

(DOG GROWLING)
FELIPE: Shh.

(FELIPE SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

You're only
hurting yourself.

It's no deal, Anderson.

And if you don't want
real trouble on your hands,

keep your nose out of
my family's business.

(STARTING ENGINE)
So long, Anderson.

(DOG WHIMPERS) This is
bad business, Bolivar.

Come. Come. Come!

ANNA: It is so odd to think

that somewhere there's this
girl that Paul loved so much,

and yet we know
so little about her.

Only what Paul wrote to you
about Michele in his letters.

And such glowing
letters, Jess.

But just one
fuzzy photograph.

I mean, I can understand what a
terrible blow it must've been to her,

but it seems so strange

that she simply disappeared.
Thank you.

(MAID SPEAKS IN SPANISH)

Paul's identification
prompted the police

to call the hotel
where we keep a suite

for our salespeople
and our clients.

They told the manager
what had happened,

and he went up and
informed Michele about Paul.

Well, evidently, the poor
girl completely broke down,

and by the time the
police arrived, she'd gone.

I'd give anything
to find her, Jess.

You said that there was
a San Francisco detective

who came down to
question your family.

You know, I have friends
with the department there.

Yes, a Lieutenant Kenneally.

Do you think he might
be able to help us?

Well, I'll guarantee they're
still looking for her, Anna.

I'll try to reach him.

Oh, Jess, please.

Senora Grimaldi.
Oh, Felipe.

Senora Fletcher.

(DOG WHIMPERING)
Well, hello, Bolivar!

What a fine
fellow you are!

I see you've been
walking your traps.

Those rabbits don't look like
much now, but Felipe has a way.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

You promised me
the recipe!

We might even get
a taste if his friend,

Emelia Rios, doesn't polish
the whole thing off first.

(LAUGHING)

(DOG GROWLING)

(BARKING)

What's the matter, Bolivar?

(DOG GROWLING) He sees la
violencia. Always la violencia!

(BARKING)

A man is dead,
there is blood.

Come, Bolivar. Vamonos.

(CHUCKLES)

Anna? A telepathic dog?

Felipe insists that
Bolivar has divine insights.

The mutt gives him lottery
numbers every Saturday,

but Felipe still borrows
from his friends.

Hmm.

ALICIA: How could
you, Mother?

Inviting Lars Anderson to
this house, of all people?

He's one of our
neighbors, Alicia.

It's untraditional, I know, but
I want a proper good-bye for Paul.

A way to celebrate his life,
not mourn his death.

Is that such a bad idea?

Well, knowing Paul, I think
that he would thoroughly approve.

Well, Papa'll roll
over in his grave.

Lars Anderson
is a vulture,

out to grab what this family
has built over generations!

You thought enough of Anderson
to date him for almost a year.

This is none of your concern,
Peter. This is a matter of blood.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Pete.

Mama concerns me.
It's her affair,

and she can invite
anybody she wants.

Hello, you must
be Pete. I'm Michele.

(DOOR CLOSES)
PETE: Come in. Mama!

Michele! Oh, Michele, dear girl!

My dear, you found us!

(EXCLAIMS)

(CHUCKLES)
Oh! Look at you!

We'll do the
introductions later.

You must be tired from your drive
and you'll want to freshen up.

Do you have
any luggage?

Yes. It's in the car.

Pete. Peter?

Oh, yes, right away.
Thanks, Pete.

(EXCLAIMS)

Michele, I can't tell you
how upset I've been

not knowing
how to reach you.

Oh, that's my fault, Anna. I just
needed to be alone, to sort things out.

ANNA: I certainly understand,

but the important thing is, God has
answered my prayers, and you are here.

Paul said you painted this in 1985,

a week after Silvio brought
the decanter home from Napa.

Sonoma. Papa
bought it in Sonoma.

No, no, no. Michele's quite
right. It was Napa. I was wrong.

Michele, come and sit down. Have
your coffee before it gets cold.

Now, you and Anna
met in Cabot Cove?

Mmm-hmm.
That's right.

And Anna left there and
came West and married Silvio.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Well, Paul told me
everything about you all.

Pete's hideaway where he'd like
to go when he wanted to be alone,

and how upset Alicia
was when her pony ran off

and old Felipe found him
in the Belottis' barn.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I don't know about you
guys, but I'm bushed.

It's 12:30! Michele, you must
be so tired from your drive.

Oh, there's the
Grimaldi crest.

It's beautiful, isn't it?
It's Paul's own ring.

You know, Silvio gave me his
ring for our engagement, too.

Well, this is
my wedding ring.

On the way back from the airport,
about an hour before Paul was murdered,

we were married by
a Justice of the Peace.

ANNA: It is so
tiresome, Alicia.

All you do is growl.
Why do you resent her?

(DOOR CLOSES) She has
poise. She has manners.

Oh, please!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

I, uh, called a colleague
in San Francisco last night.

He located the Justice of the
Peace who confirmed that...

Oh! ...Michele and Paul
were in fact married.

Why would she lie? Uh, just
a prudent precaution, Anna.

Her family name
is Scarlatti.

She listed her last
prior address as Seattle.

I've got him checking
the Scarlattis up there.

What, like she's some cagna?
You're checking her pedigree?

(SCOFFS) Paolo loved her!
Isn't that enough?

Mama, you don't realize
what this means.

You see, apparently, Paul left no will,
and under Silvio's will and State law,

Michele has a legitimate claim to
Paul's share of the family assets,

that's the house,
the winery.

Which gives her a major voice in
whether or not we sell to Anderson!

So? She's Paul's widow.

Oh, Mama.

(SCOFFS) I've got a full morning.
Maybe we could grab lunch.

We have a lot
to talk about.

(STAMMERS) Oh, I'm sorry. There's
this investment group in Modesto

who might help us get an
extension on the bank loan.

I mean, it's worth a shot, and
if I'm to make that meeting,

I have to be
on my way, so...

Mama, a perfect stranger now
owns a third of what was ours.

You may like it,
but I don't!

(DOOR CLOSING) PETE:
Knock it off, Alicia.

Lay off Mama.
And lay off Michele!

This is none of your
business. You have no say in...

You don't know anything about her and
already you're copping an attitude!

She's Paul's widow,
and that's all that matters.

Wow, such emotion!

There must be some
musky, sexual attraction

about Michele that appeals
to the Grimaldi males.

ANNA: Alicia, please!

PETE: You've always made it
clear I'm not really a Grimaldi.

Good morning, Michele.
But yes, as a male, I...

Anna, I'm so sorry. I overslept.
I hope we're not too late

to run into San Severo
for our shopping expedition?

Jessica,
of course not.

(SPEAKING IN ITALIAN DIALECT)

You behave yourselves like
a lady and a gentleman!

You hear me?

Michele, would you
care to join us?

Ah, thanks, but I think I'm
just going to explore a little.

Maybe Peter will
show me around?

Sure. My pleasure.

Thanks. Bye.

I'll get my bag.
Okay.

How much did she hear?

At least as much as I did,

and I can't say
it was very pretty.

(SCOFFS) Am I the
only one around here

who remembers what Papa used
to say about la famiglia?

Without the vineyard
and without this house,

we won't be
a family anymore!

EDGAR: No one's denying
your offer is more than fair,

substantially above
market value.

Then why are we talking?
Let's get the deal made.

No, no, no. Lars, I'm here to
ask you to turn the pressure off.

Look, no one wants to see one of
the old families go under like this.

Give the Grimaldis time to solve
the problem on their own terms.

You know the solution
is money, and lots of it.

It's no secret you've been
carrying their overhead

for more than a year,
and you're tapped out, too.

(STAMMERS) Yeah. But I have
a friend at another bank

and he's very optimistic
that bridge financing

can be arranged now,
in six or eight days.

Six or eight days
won't cut it.

We can't get
this deal made,

there's a not very
pretty alternative.

What alternative?

My deadline's next Thursday. By then I've
arranged to buy their second mortgage.

But that's...
Don't say impossible.

Foreclosure's a no-win
for the bank, too.

But I promised them I'd
cover all the unpaid interest,

plus a premium
on the principle.

They were more than happy.

Look,

Anna and the kids
can walk away

with enough to be
more than comfortable.

Use whatever inducements you
have to swing Alicia and Anna.

I understand a third party
now holds Paul's voting rights.

Yes, uh, Michele, but, uh, I
have no idea which way she'll go.

Work on it.

If I have to foreclose, they're outta
there and they've lost everything.

Yeah, but that's...

That's close to
10,000 acres.

That's two million vines!

(LAUGHING)

What do you think
this is all about?

PETE: Paul sent this picture with
a letter saying he'd fallen in love

with the girl on the right. What
he meant was his right, not ours...

(BOTH LAUGHING)
MICHELE: Oh, no!

I was floored when you
walked through the door!

None of us expected
someone, well, like you.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

You know, Paul told me you
were a very, very moody boy.

And that, um,
let's see, you...

You hid in the garden at your
confirmation in a rage about something.

I was angry a lot.

That day it was poor
old Father Estevez.

He couldn't see
past his nose

and he'd spilt sacramental
wine all over my brand-new suit.

(LAUGHING)
Oh, no!

Here you go.
Thanks.

Yeah. Paul was always on my
case about my Latino temperament.

Oh, maybe he was right.

Can I ask you a personal
question, Michele?

Sure.

Did he ever talk to you about
wanting to sell the place?

Business was on his mind all the
time. I never paid that much attention.

He must have told you I
have no vote on anything.

Why? Because
you're adopted?

Well, anyway, Alicia wants
to keep the place. And Mama...

(SCOFFS) Well, she's
confused right now.

So it makes your vote
very important to me,

whether you'll go the way
Paul would have wanted, or...

You know, I'm gonna
go in the house.

I need to make
a few phone calls.

Sure. I have work
to do, myself.

We've got a lot of people from all over
the valley coming to the house tonight.

Yeah. I know. It kind of scares me.

I'm gonna count on you to
be my escort, okay? Okay.

Also, vats 39, 17
and 14 need topping.

I think this wine is
gonna be primo. Alicia?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

She is very beautiful, isn't she?

You really think
so, Henry?

PETE: To be competitive,
we've had to modernize.

State-of-the-art presses,
tanks, bottling machines.

And passion. I'm hearing a
lot of that from you, Pete.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah, but the downside is, now we've
got the bank breathing down our necks.

Paul never had any passion.

Before he left for Europe, he talked
about the possibility of selling.

We had a big
fight over it.

Then it came home to me that I could
walk like a Grimaldi, talk like one,

but he would never in a million
years think of me as one.

Silvio never felt that
way, and Anna doesn't now.

Yeah. But you've
heard Alicia.

It must be quite a novelty, you and
she being on the same side of something,

both of you fighting
to keep the winery.

Lot of help
I can give her.

Oh, I've still got
some things to do.

Oh, right. I have a
phone call or two to make.

Okay if I use the phone in the office?

Sure. Go right ahead,
and I'll see you tonight.

Yeah.

I love you so much. I want
to see you, too, my darling.

Soon, my precious,
I promise.

All right, I'll talk
to you again tomorrow.

One handsome
woman, si?

Oh, si. Very.

For Senor Paul to have loved her,
she must truly be a Grimaldi at heart,

no matter what that
puerco Anderson has to say.

What has Lars Anderson
got to do with Michele?

Bolivar says...
Oh, please, Felipe,

stop having Bolivar
do your talking for you.

Tell me what
you mean!

My friend Senora Rios, uh, she drives
a food truck all over the valley.

The field workers gossip.
She hears things.

What things?

(DOG BARKING)

Buenas tardes, senora.
Come. Come.

(PLAYING GUITAR)

Where's Mrs. Paul Grimaldi?
Word is she's a knockout.

It's gonna take more class
than you've got, Zuniga.

(CHUCKLING)

Paul would approve, Jessica.
All his friends are here.

Anna, Mrs. Fletcher. My
sympathies about Paul. Alicia.

Hello, Lars.

(CHUCKLING)

Please talk to
your daughter.

It's been six months now, and she
hasn't returned any of my phone calls.

(SCOFFS) Anyone else would've
gotten the message by now.

Of all people, you know
how insistent I can be.

Anna, perhaps we can find a moment
later to discuss our mutual interests?

Oh, God!
What timing!

Pardon me, Alicia,

but you wanted to talk about
the new rootstock program?

Oh, yes.

I'd like to get
out of here, Henry.

Ladies.

Pete. Is this the lady we've
all been waiting to meet?

PETE: Michele, this
is Lars Anderson.

I understand you're from Seattle.
I know most of the Scarlattis there.

Alfredo was a fraternity
brother of mine in college.

Well, it must be some other Scarlattis.
My family only just moved up there.

Hmm.

Nice meeting you.

Anna, I am so
sorry I'm late.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES) Was it
something I said?

(CHUCKLING)

Well, I think it's more
like something you did.

Uh, you'll have to
explain that one.

Well, when we returned from
our shopping trip today at noon,

Anna and I saw you
with Mr. Anderson.

And that was about
the time you said...

I said I had an appointment
in Modesto. Right.

Well, it...
It fell through.

Look, Anna is in a mood to blow
things out of proportion right now.

Mr. Anderson has brought a tremendous
amount of pressure on the family...

Hmm.
...and I think she wondered

if perhaps he was putting
pressure on you, as well,

and she wondered
exactly where you stand.

Oh, well, I...
I stand for Anna,

her best interests,
her happiness.

(SIGHS)

Excuse me.

For a recent widow, you look
absolutely ravishing, Michele.

(INAUDIBLE WHISPERING)

(MAN PLAYING GUITAR)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Okay. Go ahead.

(STRUMMING LOUDLY)

May I have your
attention, please!

Ladies and gentlemen,
one moment, please.

(SIGHS)

A toast, to my
friend, Paul,

with thanks to Anna Grimaldi for this
opportunity to remember him this way.

Thank you, Anna.

MAN: Here. Here.
WOMAN: Here. Here.

And let's drink to the most
recent addition to Anna's family.

May Michele...

May Michele recover
from her tragic loss

and find a home and lasting
happiness in our valley.

Michele, to you!

(PEOPLE MURMURING)
WOMAN: That poor girl.

(EDGAR LAUGHING)

Oh, Jessica,
I'm off!

If I don't see you
before you leave,

you have a good trip home and it
was wonderful seeing you again.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Thank you, Edgar.

Good night, my dear!
Good night.

(SIGHS)

We're friends again.
Oh.

That meeting with
Lars Anderson

was just a truce
between warring factions.

Yeah. Well, you must be ready for bed.

Soon. I was hoping maybe I'd find a
book in there to help the process along.

Well, why don't you look through
one of Silvio's leather-bounds?

Mmm-hmm.

(STAMMERS) Well, and if you want to
stay up all night, try a J.B. Fletcher!

(CHUCKLING)

Good night, my friend.

Good night, Anna.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FRONT DOOR CLOSES)

Ah, there you are. You been
thinking about what I said?

(ANDERSON GROANS)

(DOG BARKING)

(DOG GROWLING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(CLATTERING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

(SIREN WAILING)

ZUNIGA: The body was found by
a vat room employee at 7:15 a.m.

The decedent was
struck with two blows.

One from the front.

Blood types, prints,
and right away.

We might assume the dog went
to the defense of Anderson,

struck once
and recovering.

The weapon, unusually
heavy and habitually carried

by an employee
of Grimaldi Estates,

one Felipe Paez, who
says he owns the dog.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Everybody knows that!

How'd the stick
happen to be here?

How should I know? It
disappeared the other night

at the house when
I was with Senora Rios.

One important thing, Sheriff,

(DOG WHIMPERING) When
Bolivar was unconscious,

San Francisco came
to him in a dream

and he said that he
should forgive the man

who struck Senor Anderson
with my stick.

When Saint Francis tells your
dog who it was, let me know.

What was the mutt
doing here, anyway?

He goes about by
himself at night.

There's this young perra that belongs
to one of the cellarmen, comprende?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Come! Come.
Come. Come on.

When you heard the dog,

do you know where the
others were at the time?

Not for certain,
of course.

I'd seen Anna
go to her room.

And Pete Grimaldi
and Michele Grimaldi?

I can tell you
myself, Sheriff.

Pete and I said "good night" and
went to our rooms around 11:30.

I must've been fast asleep when
Jessica says she heard the dog.

Thank you, Mrs. Grimaldi.
That's all for now.

JESSICA: Uh, Sheriff Zuniga.

I heard the coroner say that it was
the second blow to the back of the head

that killed Mr. Anderson.
So?

Uh, so if we presume that the
first blow came from the front...

Hey, you go ahead and presume
all you want, Mrs. Fletcher.

It doesn't make any
difference, either way.

(LAUGHS)
Well, it does,

if he was actually
facing his killer.

I mean, he might've
even known him.

Presuming again a man.

That stick's heavy and
mean enough to do the job

no matter who it was
using it, man or woman.

You thought about motive?

Like someone wanting to prevent
Anderson from buying out the Grimaldis?

Well, now who's
presuming, Sheriff?

Like family?

It was a hell of an odd hour for
Anderson to be here in the first place.

Come to think of it, that old
liar Paez is as good as family.

Sheriff, has it occurred to you
that Paul's murder in San Francisco

might somehow be
linked to Anderson's?

Highly unlikely.

The homicide detective up there
tabbed it cut-and-dry, robbery.

Oh, did you get that from him
directly, or from the newspapers?

I called Lieutenant Kenneally
yesterday myself for Anna,

and what he said
really surprised me,

that when he came down here to talk
to the family about Paul's murder,

he never saw you,

nor did he even
hear from you.

Was that simply
an oversight on your part?

Stay out of it,
Mrs. Fletcher.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

I polled Lars Anderson's
board this morning

and they have no intention of
pursuing either the purchase offer

for Grimaldi Estates, or, thank
God, buying up the second mortgage.

You make it sound like
such a victory, Edgar.

Lars was our
only hope!

You haven't been
listening, Mama.

Edgar just told us that a
new loan looks promising.

We'll have enough
money to get by.

Don't forget what Henry
said about the '89 Cabernet.

Everything looks promising,
everything is a maybe,

and at the end of this month, this
whole place gets taken away from us,

and we'll just all
fly off in a balloon!

(EXCLAIMS)
I need some air.

Jessica, why don't you and Michele and I

go into town
and get some lunch.

Well, of course.
I'll go find her.

Well, we might as well talk about it.

Whoever it was, I'll shake their
hand. The creep had it coming.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, now,
speaking as a lawyer, Pete,

I wouldn't say that
in just any company.

Michele?

Oh, you startled
me, Jessica!

I was just, uh, remembering
Paul, the times we had together.

There weren't enough
of them, were there?

Sheriff Zuniga seems
to feel that Felipe Paez

might have had something
to do with Anderson's death.

That nice old man? Do
you think he's capable?

Truthfully,
I'm not sure.

Michele, why did you
lie to the sheriff

about being asleep at the time
that Mr. Anderson was murdered?

I didn't lie.

I'm sorry, but I saw you leave
the house just before it happened.

Pete wanted to go to a
dance club in San Severo.

He didn't want
Alicia to know,

so he said he'd bring the car
around to the winery building.

But he never came.

I heard angry voices inside the
building and a dog started crying.

I got frightened.
I ran into the house.

So this morning you were afraid
that if you told the truth,

Sheriff Zuniga might
suspect Pete, or even you.

I saw no harm in it.

Except now the sheriff
seems to suspect Felipe.

Look, tell me
if I'm crazy,

but last night I got
the impression that

you knew Lars Anderson
from before.

(EXCLAIMS)

(LAUGHS) Oh, God!

Paul warned me
about you, Jessica!

It's true.

Five years ago,
I had a child.

There was no marriage.

The father wasn't a man I
wanted to spend my life with,

so I took my son, Charlie,
and we left Seattle.

I got a job as a waitress in
Modesto. It was very difficult.

I can imagine.

Well, I started dating again

and there were men who
saw the situation I was in

and gave me
money to help.

Lars was one of them.

But, it wasn't
the way it sounds.

But then I met Paul,

and he and Charlie, they... They
just fell in love with each other.

Paul was going
to adopt him.

Then last night,

Lars said he was going to tell
the family that I had been a whore.

I couldn't bear that.

So, in return
for silence,

he wanted you to
vote Paul's shares

to allow him to buy
out the Grimaldis.

But Paul was prepared
to sell out anyway.

He called someone here from
Europe to tell them that.

He even tried from the airport,
but he couldn't reach anybody.

My little boy is
my life, Jessica.

You heard me on the
phone with him yesterday,

and when I ran away from
the hotel in San Francisco,

it was to go to him.

Well, it's not over yet,
Michele. But no more lies.

Just remember that you and Charlie
aren't alone now, you're Grimaldis.

(MACHINERY CLATTERING)

The sheriff's taken Felipe
Paez in for questioning.

The old guy left his I.D. Behind,
it's gotta be in here someplace.

Felipe talks in riddles. We
both know he didn't do it.

Yeah, right.

Why'd you tell the sheriff
you were in here last night

going over Henry's notes on the
'89 Cabernet? They weren't here.

Henry says
he had them.

Big deal. I forgot. I was
checking the market on cabernet.

For God's sake, Al, as
soon as Felipe's cleared,

Zuniga's gonna start
poking into one of us.

We got to level
with each other.

Okay, talking alibis.
What's yours, Pietro?

Not good. I was
outside by my car

when Anderson drove up and went
into the vats. He didn't see me.

I was wondering
why he'd come back.

I came in and found him lying here.

And?

So I ran like hell.

I'd get me
a good lawyer, bro.

(SIGHING)

Look, whoever did it, you
were right when you said

that creep had it coming.

We've gotta stick together
and that's it.

Really? After 27 years?

So, Edgar's bank deal goes
through, or if Henry's right,

we could put this place
back on its feet.

But it'd mean making
certain adjustments,

as in my
non-person status.

That's okay.

Remember what Papa told us to
do when we used to fist-fight?

Truce.

Truce.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(DOG BARKING)

(CALLING DOG)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

They let you out!

(CHUCKLES) Well, the small
matter of an alibi, senora.

It was like
pulling teeth.

But Senora Rios,
the wonderful woman she is,

she came forward at risk
of her own reputation.

What on earth
are you talking about?

She explained to the alcalde
that I was in bed.

Her bed, at the time
Senor Anderson was killed.

And now I think he's here for
another reason, I'm afraid.

Pete, I'm taking you in.
No.

What's the problem,
Sheriff?

The fact that you
murdered Lars Anderson.

How's that for a problem?
Now wait one damn minute!

Pete, shut the hell up. You
don't have to say another word.

No, no, no.
I wanna know, Sheriff.

Just what is it
you've got on me?

For one, Forensics says your prints
are all over the murder weapon.

That's easy. Felipe must've
told you he lost his stick

at the house last night.

I found it
leaning on a chair.

That's not in your deposition.
What did you do with it?

Well, I, uh, looked around
for Felipe, but he'd left.

I put it back
where I found it.

Second problem. We
have a witness that says

they saw you coming out of the vat building
around the time Anderson was killed.

Uh, excuse me, Pete. I think it's best
if you don't say any more right now.

I have a warrant
for your arrest.

You have a right
to remain silent.

No, Pietro! Please,
tell me they're wrong!

Don't carry on, Ma.
Please!

Get a hold of Edgar as
soon as possible. Dear God!

Please help me!
Please! Oh, please!

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

EDGAR: I mean, just get here
as soon as you can, Baxter!

BAXTER ON PHONE: I'm in the
middle of something right now.

Yeah, well, that's a civil
action, uh, can't you get a delay?

Zuniga hates Pete's guts, and
he's got the DA all fired up

and gunning for a prelim
day after tomorrow.

You're a pal, Bax. I appreciate
it. See you in the morning.

(SIGHS)

Baxter Worth, the best
criminal lawyer in the state.

He'll blow Zuniga's
so-called case sky high.

Edgar, how well do you
know Sheriff Zuniga?

Um, not well.
He moonlights a lot.

If you're rich
and well-connected,

you got a little more law going
for you than the ordinary citizen.

Rich and well-connected.
Like Lars Anderson. Mmm-hmm.

You know,
it seems strange

that Sheriff Zuniga made no attempt
to see the homicide detective

when he came down
from San Francisco.

Lieutenant Kenneally?
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah. That is odd.
He met with us all.

Help me, Edgar.
Mmm-hmm?

I'm looking for a connection
between Paul's death and Anderson's.

Now, there may be something
that Kenneally missed

or that he had
no way of knowing.

I can't think what. The night
Paul returned from Europe,

he called me from the
airport at my Modesto office.

If he had any kind of premonition
then, he would've said something.

Do you remember
what you talked about?

Yes. He said that he had decided to
push for the sell-out to Anderson.

(SIGHS) He talked about Michele.
No mention of the marriage.

What are you thinking?
I'm not sure.

It's, uh...
It's aggravating,

like the last piece of the
jigsaw puzzle is missing.

Well, better check
under your chair.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

And while you're doing that, I think
we'll go in and see what Anna's doing.

Yeah.

My God, Jessica,
what've you done to Mama?

She's awake and
all full of beans!

Well, I told her that
I'd fix dinner.

I promised in an off-moment to make
my very famous Spaghetti Bolognese.

But I realize that I have
forgotten half the ingredients.

I think there's a
cookbook in here somewhere.

What is it, Jessica?

Alicia, more important
than food at the moment

is that I know that Pete was not
responsible for Anderson's death.

Do you know who it was?

At this point
I can only suspect.

(PHONE RINGING)

Jessica.
It's for you.

This is gonna sound crazy, but it's
Felipe saying Bolivar has solved the case.

He's all excited. He
wants to tell you about it.

Yes, Felipe, you have
something important to tell me?

Si, senora. I have no
trust in the sheriff,

so I only speak to you.

Bolivar, he has found
the murderer!

Well, what are you
talking about?

He tells me among the vats, uh, there
is an aparador where he goes to sleep.

Well, there he finds
a very small piece of cloth.

He says it was torn off when he so valiantly
attacked the killer of Senor Anderson.

This will surely lead them
to the one who is guilty.

Well, that's very
interesting, Felipe.

I'm not sure how helpful,

but if Bolivar says
it's there, it must be.

I'll check it
out immediately.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

Oh, Jessica,
you're going out?

Yes, Anna.
I won't be long.

(SIGHS) You're looking
much better.

Thank you. It must be your
wonderful Spaghetti Bolognese.

Jessica, I can't thank
you enough for everything.

(DOOR CLOSES)

HENRY: So, Jessica, I
heard Felipe on the phone

saying his blessed hound
had solved the case.

JESSICA: (CHUCKLING) Do
you believe that, Henry?

No. But I will buy the mutt
dinner if it sets Pete free.

I'll remember
you said that.

I was right,
Jessica.

(TAPPING)

I'm gonna enter the '89 Cabernet
in every state fair in California

and it will take the
gold. You can bet on it.

Mmm-hmm.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Edgar?

(SIGHS)

Yes, um...

I couldn't resist, uh, listening
in on your call from old Paez

and, uh, be "in on the kill," as
you might say in one of your books.

You know, it pains me
to say this, Edgar,

but unless I'm mistaken, you
were in on the kill, twice.

First Paul,
then Lars Anderson.

Why, Jessica, that's...
That's nonsense!

It was Felipe's call
that was the nonsense.

Bolivar didn't find anything,
there is no shred of cloth.

But even if you thought it was just
one of his flights of imagination,

you had to make sure.

What started me thinking was
when you lied to me earlier.

The night Paul
returned from Europe,

he called me from the
airport at my Modesto office.

Michele told me that Paul was
unable to reach anybody that night.

Well, Michele's lying.

ZUNIGA: Won't wash,
Mr. Warner.

Alicia reached me
with your message.

I checked the phone
records at S.F.X.

And his Modesto office. The
night Paul Grimaldi was murdered,

from 3:00 p.m. Till 8:00
the following morning,

there were no calls completed
to or from his office.

Not even on
your voice mail.

Then, before dinner,

I saw Anna's still-life of the fruit
and the heavy cut-glass decanter,

and it reminded me that
in my first evening here,

you told me how
very valuable it was

and how heavy.
This princely piece...

JESSICA: You took out the stopper
and poured using both hands.

Yet this morning,
after the murder,

you removed the stopper and
poured with only one hand,

and it dawned on me
that all day today,

you've kept your right
hand in your pocket.

I believe that we can
blame Bolivar for that.

JESSICA: Intuition kept
telling me that there was a link

between Paul's death
and Lars Anderson's.

And up to this moment, I've
fought the notion that it was you.

Knowing of your great
affection for Anna,

how could you have
killed her son, Edgar?

Paul wanted quick money. He had
no real interest in the business.

And then I'd watched my dear,
beautiful Anna growing older

and more and more confused

about the prospect
of losing the winery.

(SIGHS) She'd
never admit it.

She was slowly dying,

and when I had no more of my own
money to keep the business going,

I embezzled my
clients' assets.

You had to save
the winery for Anna,

but Paul found out.

(STAMMERING) He threatened
me. He threatened to expose me.

I followed Paul from the airport,
to the Justice of the Peace,

to the restaurant. And when
Paul went to the jeweler's,

I... I followed him there, too.

Whoa! For crying out loud.

(PAUL GROANING)

Then this week, just when
a new loan seemed possible,

Anderson said that he'd arranged
to buy up the second mortgage.

It would've meant that my embezzlement
would have been discovered.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

And what I'd done to Paul
would've been for nothing.

DEPUTY: Let's go.

Uh, wait. Um...

Please, um, give
this to Michele.

(STAMMERING) One way or
another, I was going to.

(SIGHS)

I think she would rather
have Paul here now, than this.

MICHELE: Here we go.

Come on. Save me some,
huh? Mmm, you were right!

(CHUCKLING)
There you go.

(EXCLAIMING)

PETE: There you go.
What do you think?

PETE: Pretty good!
MICHELE: Delicious!

The newborn wine,
Jessica.

It's a time for
celebration.

But what is there
to celebrate?

Well, for one thing, the
early verdicts are in.

I mean, the Grimaldi Cabernet is going to
put you back into business in a big way.

And this spring, we'll worry
about next year's crop, eh?

Well, why not stay with
this year's crop, Anna.

(DOG BARKING)

Your first grandchild.

(PETE LAUGHS)

Oh!

(LAUGHS)