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Did you do that when you were a kid?

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

We made do with a hose and a sprinkler.

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

Booked us a table.

Yes.

[Alexa] Oh, breakfast wine.

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

Are you on duty?

Come on, Alexa.

You know drinking on duty is against the rules.

[Alexa] Who is this?

[Harry] Samantha Turei.

Assistant winemaker at Bird of Paradise Estate.

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

[Harry] She was killed when she went into

the winery grape-crusher, two weeks ago.

Oh, God. What a terrible way to go.

No one was there to pull her out?

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

by the vintner...

Joe... Gorman.

What, am I supposed to know who this is?

[Harry] Bit of a rockstar in the industry.

I didn't know there was such a thing.

So why wasn't he there when this happened?

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

He was in a wine conference.

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

that late, and alone?

[Harry] According to Joe,

she was working on an experimental batch of wine.

Possibly to impress him.

Oh. So healthy ego, huh?

Well, he is a rockstar.

It's been ruled an accident...

so far.

[Alexa] You're not convinced?

Sam wasn't just the assistant winemaker

at Bird of Paradise.

She grew up there.

Family estate.

According to her mother, Martha,

she had a healthy respect

for all the dangers involved in the job.

This piece of equipment, in particular.

It's a Zambelli crusher. Italian, cheap.

I learned to stay away from those in my twenties.

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

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

Can we talk re vineyard worker problem?"

What was the vineyard worker problem?

Well, she thought they were being slack...

apparently.

Very complex.

[Samantha] Today, I'm here with one of New Zealand's

most celebrated wine experts.

He's gonna taste my latest vintage,

and tell me what he thinks.

Are you ready?

What are you doing? I'm working.

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

Is that Joe, the rockstar winemaker?

No. I don't know who that is.

Just to be clear, guys...

I'm not a wine expert, okay?

I just do the grunt-work around here.

Oh. Don't be so modest.

But what's your favourite wine?

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

Here? Whatever you make, obviously.

Great answer.

[Samantha] So taste this.

[Francisco] Alright.

It tastes good. Yeah.

Yes, it does.

And that's why I intend to be

the Young Winemaker of the Year.

Big dreams.

Cut short.

- That's sad. - No. It's not sad.

It's bloody terrible.

Wait. Are you going out there?

To Waiheke Island?

Yeah. Overnight.

- It's where the winery is. - I'm coming.

No. You're staying here and cleaning this kitchen.

No. I'll do that later. Just give me a minute to pack my bag.

What types of wines are we talking here?

Oh, they're famous for their Pinot.

- Noir or Grigio? - Grigio, I think.

Excellent.

Man, is there anywhere in this country

that doesn't look amazing?

Yeah. My kitchen.

- Hello. - Hello there. Welcome.

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

- Madison. - Hi.

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

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

No. We're not only here to taste the wine.

We're also here helping the police

with their inquiries into the Sam Turei matter.

Oh, ah, of course.

Um, how can I help?

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

I believe you were the person who found her.

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

It was horrible.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, is this the machine that...

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

But what?

Martha didn't want to spend the money.

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

Looks like a coffin on legs.

Do you have many accidents with this equipment?

Well, unfortunately, they're not that uncommon.

I mean, a pulverized hand? Sure, it happens.

But death...

Was the crusher in operation when you found her?

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

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

She totally chased me for months.

Well, to get you to relocate from Europe?

Yeah.

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

Uncompromising, determined.

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

I mean, that's what talent actually is.

That's really true.

If it's not too much to ask,

could you show me how this works?

Yeah, sure.

We harvested most of our grapes six weeks ago,

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

So, um, no safety requirements?

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

Common sense is really... the genuine rule.

[Alexa] You know, to be operating this thing alone,

doesn't seem like common sense to me.

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

Do our own thing.

Sam was...

working on her own wine.

Thanks.

You know, using protocols that I had shown her.

You know, I might have been there too,

if I hadn't been busy elsewhere.

You were on a teleconference.

Yeah. An international online wine conference.

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

I believe that you called Sam that morning,

after she sent you a text message.

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

She, ah... Well, she was unhappy

about the performance of some of the workers.

Any workers in particular?

No. I mean, she didn't say.

But she seemed stressed, like she was in a rush.

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

Francisco. Got it.

I'm...sorry, that's my cue.

Wine tasting booked. Excuse me.

Ooh. Reckon I could check out that tasting?

You know, see if there's anything enlightening?

Always more than happy to enlighten.

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

Enjoy.

I'll make sure to buy anything of interest.

Okay. Have fun.

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

Hello?

Excuse me.

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

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

- Francisco. - Oh.

I believe you already spoke to the police

about a problem she was having with vineyard workers.

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

Right. Ah, unhappy with their efforts apparently.

How long have you been working here?

Four months.

With your wife?

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

Well, that must be hard, being away, you know.

I hope it's worth it.

Yeah. I look forward to being home again.

- Mm. - Mm.

How many workers you got here?

The seasonal workers have gone,

because the grapes have been picked.

A few of us here are on longer contracts.

Did you hear the crusher operating

the night that Sam died?

No.

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

I couldn't hear it anyway.

The winery is too far away for the noise.

Too far from what?

My place. Ah, the foreman's quarters.

You live there alone?

Yes.

Oh, that's a shame.

There's no one to verify your story.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Turei?

Yes. Can I help you?

Maybe.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thanks. I'm glad you're here.

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

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

Yet, Joe seemed to think it was plausible.

Well, I don't.

No. I don't believe that she was out in the winery

crushing grapes alone at midnight.

You didn't hear the crushing machine going?

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

and... when I woke, I thought she had already come in.

She loved this place.

Always knew she'd be a winemaker.

I was gonna sell when her dad died.

But she begged me to keep it.

You make lovely wines here.

Oh, not me.

I do the marketing. You know, the brand stuff.

Well, did.

Joe does that, too, now.

You know, to be honest,

I don't know what I'd do without him.

Can you shed any light on the problems

that Sam was having with the vineyard workers?

Yeah. I assume they were slacking off.

They wanted more money about a month ago,

and that wasn't gonna happen.

- Really? - Well, we pay comparable rates.

Any regrets about the wine crusher?

Sorry?

Well, about not having it replaced until--

It wasn't an accident.

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

- Hi, Madison. - Hi.

Hey, why don't you grab a case?

It's much cheaper in the long run.

You're totally right.

Oi, shout me.

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

The sound would have carried in the night.

Got any particular "nobody" in mind?

[Alexa] The foreman, Francisco.

Claims he was asleep when it happened.

Anyone verify that?

No.

He lives alone.

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

A man does not live by bread alone, except my sourdough.

What if the vineyard worker problem

was actually my married vineyard worker boyfriend problem?

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

Okay. Best of three?

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

Madison?

You all set?

Yeah. Go for it.

Okey-dokey.

What's going on?

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

Oh...

H-E-W...

H-E-W.

It's all about picking your moment.

And lucky for you, tonight...

is that moment for this vintage.

The only thing is,

at this point in the fermentation,

the grape skins, they can give off a lot of carbon dioxide.

Oh. That doesn't sound very healthy.

No. It's not. People have been asphyxiated.

Should I be worried?

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

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

Oh.

Ah! How was the experiment?

Ah, you know,

I think I rumbled somebody in the vines

attempting to steal grapes.

What?

Yeah.

I mean, they ran off without any,

because obviously there aren't any left to get.

But they left this behind.

Is stealing grapes even a thing?

No. No, not usually.

Well, I didn't get a good look.

But I'm guessing male

and a bloody fast runner.

You should call the cops.

Yes. I will.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Ah, tha-thank you.

That little hotel was so comfortable.

I wish we could have stayed for breakfast.

We are early birds catching worms.

Oh, worms. Yum.

Francisco!

G'day. You, ah, you get to work early.

Yeah. I try to.

Even though you went to bed later than usual.

Hey, you know what I found out?

You can hear the grape-crusher from here.

In fact, you did. Last night.

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

Why'd you lie, Francisco?

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

The workers, the workers, they're always blamed

when things go wrong.

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

How close were you and Sam?

We were friends.

We-we were good friends.

Not like that.

Okay. Not-not like what people say.

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

No. No.

She was helping me.

She was-she was helping us all...

with our contracts, better conditions, better pay.

I don't understand why you'd have to keep

a thing like that secret.

Without Sam around, we're exposed.

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

I still have six months left on my contract.

Did you see the grape thief?

No. Oh, I just, I saw the grapes had gone missing.

When?

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

I was talking about last night.

The grape thief came back?

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

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

Ah...

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

I mean, why would Joe lie about that?

Well, he didn't actually lie.

Well, he didn't exactly tell us

that it had happened before, did he?

Here's Joe's alibi...

The International Wine Summit.

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

Miguel, shall we start with you.

Zoom du Vin. Sexy.

Yeah. Gets me going. Can you mute it?

I'm only interested in how long it lasted.

So it started at 10:00 p.m.

Still going at 11:10, when Sam died.

Are we certain that she died at 11:10?

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

when it... went through the crusher with her.

And finished...

at 12:15 a.m.

So, Joe was at home when it happened.

Look, do you believe

that Sam and Francisco were just friends?

I don't know.

What was their worker problem?

Was it about them being slackers,

or was she helping them with their contracts?

Both?

Sam goes into bat for her boyfriend,

and then realizes that he wasn't doing the work,

and feels betrayed.

And why did she send the text to Joe?

I mean, he's not in control of the workers' contracts.

Sam's mother is.

Look, I think that Sam and Francisco were on together,

and then it went south.

Oh, yeah?

You reckon she left her heart in San Francisco?

- Awful. - Like that?

[Alexa] Harry?

I want to trace a number plate that I saw last night.

So, can you get me some vehicle

registration info?

Madison is very busy.

Ah, my favourite two customers.

Oh, really?

Oh, don't fall for that,

he says it to everyone.

Now look here... bread.

- Look at that. - Mm.

Check out the bounce, baby.

That's not easy to do.

It's part science, part art.

You even sound like a winemaker.

Well, Madison tells me you've been doing business

with a winery on Waiheke Island.

Oh, yeah. Well, business of a sort.

Well, if you find anything good,

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

Bird of Paradise have got an amazing Pinot Grigio.

- Macchiato, thanks. - Ah...

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

Well, how about you grab me an unstained one,

and I won't call the Health Inspector.

And a toastie.

Toastie with bounce coming up.

And the usual for you?

Thanks.

I want that bag back, alright?

[Alexa] Okay. So what have you got?

I have a list of potential vehicles

with the rego starting H-E-W.

Ooh. That's helpful.

All registered owners on the mainland, though.

Any way you could cross-reference this

with people who live or work on the island?

Might not need to do that.

You said it was a ute?

Yeah. White.

- Registered in 2013. - No idea.

No, it was. That was the year the H-E-W sequence came out.

Harry, could you get rego information

for all plates starting with H-F-W?

- Why? - Well, it was dark.

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

And one of those might be registered on Waiheke Island.

That's good.

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

Do you want a job?

What kind of job?

Data analyst, part-time.

Ah, hell yeah.

Done. I'll do the paperwork.

Hey, Reuben, forget the coffee,

just bring over a bottle of bubbly.

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

An-and grateful, obviously.

You're pinching my assets.

Ah, asset, do you mind?

I am pinching nothing.

Just adding value.

Yeah. And he's gonna pay me.

You are gonna pay me, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

And what are we celebrating?

- New job. - Congratulations.

Thank you.

Note the peaches at the back of the palate.

Delicate, yet complex and sophisticated.

Just like me.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Alistair Hanley.

What?

Alistair Hanley is your wannabe grape thief.

Oh. Why are we whispering?

Just being really good at my new job. So...

Discreet. I like it.

Oh. Alistair Hanley...

Who are you?

Alistair, is it?

We aren't open for tastings.

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

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

I was at home, all night.

Well, no. You weren't.

You were at the Bird of Paradise Estate...

stealing grapes.

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

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

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

I'm not a thief.

You left one of your white tubs behind.

It's probably got your prints all over it.

How many times have you done that?

Twice? More?

I told you. I've never stolen any grapes.

Did you know Sam Turei?

What's she got to do with anything?

Where were you the night she died?

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

It's a simple question.

I'll have to check my calendar.

- Day of the week? - Thursday.

I would have been at home.

I talk to my daughter in the UK

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

So are you gonna arrest me for not stealing grapes?

No. But that's a fun idea.

Kia ora. Go on.

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

If you want a book for sixty dollars

and a bag for seventy dollars,

how much more expensive is the bag in percentage terms?

What?

[Madison] I'm doing a psychometric test for Harry.

This is your police data analyst speaking. Approval pending.

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

The answer is 16.66 repeater.

[Alexa on phone] Cool.

Could you please check on the phone records

for Mr. Hanley on the night Sam died?

Look, I've got a couple of things

Harry has fired my way first.

I'll do it after that.

No. Not after that. Now.

Why is it so urgent?

[Alexa] Because he's a liar.

And if Sam caught Alistair stealing grapes

and he killed her, then putting her in a grape-crusher

would be a great way to hide the evidence.

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

Just hit me up when you get a moment.

Alright. Give me what you got.

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

or at least his landline was.

Might not have been him on the line.

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

Oh. What about location data on the mobile phone?

Also at home. But...

Last night after your rumble in the vines,

Joe Gorman gave him a call.

But guess what else?

Well, aren't you a font of information?

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

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

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

He only called Alistair.

Well, that is very interesting.

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

Are we expecting guests or...

You know, I'm just trying to figure out

why would Alistair Hanley steal Joe Gorman's grapes?

And more than once.

So I didn't some digging.

And it turns out that Alistair and Joe

worked together 11 years ago in the Hawke's Bay.

Doing what?

Well, Joe was a winemaker for himself

and a bunch of other growers.

And Alistair was one of those growers.

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

Yeah. Not uncommon, apparently.

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

These two in 2009.

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

And these two in 2011.

Okay.

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

Ooh. I'm more than happy to try.

Okay. And then this one...

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

Alistair's is better than Joe's.

Well, the reviews agreed with you, actually.

"The 2009 Hanley estate is an exciting entry

into the world of wine, big, gutsy, full fruit flavours."

By contrast, "The 2009 Gorman is a thin wine,

typical of excess growth and a poor site."

Ouch. I thought Joe was meant to be a rockstar winemaker.

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

Why is there two years in between?

Red wine takes a year in the bottle to age.

Mm. That one's better than this one.

Right again.

These are the wine notes from the 2011 vintage.

"The 2011 Gorman is a sophisticated second foray

"into the industry, confident, well-rounded

and with noteworthy characteristics."

"The 2011 Hanley Estate Second Vintage

"exposes its 2009 as a lucky fluke...

a weedy wine, suggesting poor attention to winemaking."

These reviews are virtually reversed.

I mean, what does that mean?

I think Joe learned a lesson in 2009,

and he switched his grapes

for Alistair's at the next opportunity.

- Sneaky. - And profitable.

Because Joe's career went through the roof

and Alistair's went south.

And then ten years later,

they end up working in the same community.

Hah. Awkward.

[Alexa] Yeah. Very.

So the grape theft was revenge for the historic switcheroo?

That's my bet.

And then Joe went and picked his grapes

to prevent Alistair from pinching them.

Wait. Does that check out?

Can you just pick grapes early, whenever it suits?

I don't know.

Do you think Sam found out about Joe and Alistair,

and then threatened to expose what Joe did?

I don't know. Do you think that's a motive for killing?

I mean, it was 11 years ago in the Hawke's Bay,

and no evidence.

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

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

I don't know.

- We're missing something. - What are you doing?

Alexa, to what do I owe the pleasure?

Look, I'm really sorry about this intrusion,

I just wanted to ask...

why did you call Alistair the other night

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

Uh... what?

Yeah, you know, when you said you were gonna call

the police, and you didn't.

But you called Alistair Hanley instead.

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

Yeah.

Wow. Ah... Okay.

I mean, I called Alistair

because I thought he might know who it was.

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

I didn't think they'd really care.

Huh.

So you didn't suspect Alistair

because of the grapes that you switched

eleven years ago and thought he might want revenge?

Ah, I don't even know what that means.

Go on. You bloody do so.

You know, Hawke's Bay, 2009, 2011.

No, sorry.

Look, I am actually due somewhere.

So let me know if I can be of further assistance

at a bit more of a convenient time, okay?

Ciao.

Ciao.

He definitely sounds rattled.

Yeah. He did.

One of the good ones.

What are you doing now?

I am bringing the mountain to Mohammed.

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

I didn't order any wine.

[Alexa] I did.

Well, you said you wanted some.

- Seriously good Pinot Grigio. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, that's very kind of you.

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

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

- Pleasure. - Reuben.

What can I get you?

[Joe] No. Nothing for me.

And, Alexa, thank you.

We always appreciate new clients.

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

- Cheers. - Your health.

Complex flavours.

What gives a wine complex flavours?

Uh, technique, skill, fruit.

It comes down to when you pick, right?

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

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

the grape on the vine for too long,

it makes for a bit of a flabby wine.

What happens if you pick the grapes too early?

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

Green, weedy. Right?

Like yours was in 2009.

[Joe] Ah...

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

I hope so anyway.

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

- Thanks. - Cheers.

Good job.

Joe! Joe!

Please, just one more thing...

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

Ah, I told you, um...

It was about the vineyard workers

and her problem with them.

Really? Was that it?

Because, you did call her immediately after the text.

I mean, why so keen?

Not keen, just polite.

In Sam's text she mentioned something about

the complexities in the wine.

She seemed surprised by that.

Well, she was learning a lot.

She wasn't surprised because

you'd picked the grapes too early,

and therefore couldn't possibly have those kinds of flavours.

Look, I mean, traditional methods

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

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

I believe we have just scratched the surface.

[Alexa] Sam knew that the grapes had been picked

too early, and she knew

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

The was the first line in her text.

Joe has worked in a lot of vineyards over the years,

like a lot.

Maybe his employers figured out

that he's not as good as he says he is.

But why does the wine not reflect

the taste of the unripe grapes?

How to make wine taste more complex?

Yadda, yadda... Time on the vine...

Pick your moments...

- Oh. - What?

Look at these.

Oh.

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

Hi, Martha. Is Joe here?

No. He's on the mainland.

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

Ah, RUPERTDOGDOG1.

[Alexa] Rupert was Sam's first dog?

Second.

Jasmin Tinkerbell Chevy Pavlova seemed too long for a password.

Wha-what are you looking for?

I don't know yet.

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

[Joe] You alright there?

Yeah. Martha just said I could look around.

This is my office.

Not hers.

Well, that's me told.

Hey, what's happening?

Can you check if there's any way

that Sam could have gone into the crusher

earlier or later than 11:10 p.m.

Uh, yeah. Why?

Because I don't believe Joe's alibi.

Sam's phone went through the crusher

at 11:10 p.m.,

that's when the signal died.

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

or after.

No, it was in her pocket.

All the broken pieces of the phone were...

mingled in with bits of the victim.

Okay, yeah. I got it. Yeah.

Oh, dang cat.

He's gone. There's no cat.

Hey, can you do something for me?

Look up some records from Customs.

Find out if Joe received anything

from overseas in the last month.

Will this be new information,

or is this something you definitely already know?

Don't you work for the police now?

Just be one of those.

Do the things, pull up the bloody records.

Oh, hello.

- Kieran. - Alexa!

You are a hard woman to get hold of.

Well, I'm very busy.

Well, you look well.

So do you.

Is Madison giving you grief?

- Yeah. - Ah, Madison is awesome.

Thank you, Kieran.

I'm just kidding.

More importantly, how's my cat?

Oh. Under foot.

No. My other cat.

Well, the kids love him.

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

Good boy.

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

What's going on there?

Um, a confusing wine murder.

We've got a motive, sort of.

But can't figure out the execution... so to speak.

What's happening with you?

Are you having a stroke?

Just spit it out.

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

Mentioned offering her a job.

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

See if you were cool with it.

- She's rubbish! - Madison is awesome.

Thanks, Kieran.

Yeah, you obviously dawdled too long

and Harry has given her the bloody job anyway.

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

- No. - Afraid not.

Where are you?

At home in Auckland.

Oh, that tram behind you.

J-just... It looks like you're

just down the road at your old place.

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

so I bought a few knick-knacks...

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

That either means something very good or very bad.

Kieran... you're awesome too.

Alexa.

Joe.

What's this about this time, hmm?

Some casual chit-chat or baseless accusation?

Look, I just want to say sorry.

I-I know this has been really tough on you.

Yes. Thank you, it has.

And Sam was becoming a terrific young winemaker

thanks to everything that you taught her.

Just...

Excuse me. Just getting some water.

Sure.

Look...

I know my winemaking methods can seem eccentric,

and at times, perhaps counterintuitive.

But that is intuition, and...

I mean, I, for one, can't really fully explain that.

Sam, she... had so many questions, you know?

And I was there usually to-to teach her.

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

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

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

It's just...

Yeah. I know.

Two places at once. It's completely freaky.

Listen, your friend Alistair...

He never forgot about what you did

to his reputation 11 years ago.

So when he started stealing your grapes,

well, you went and picked them all.

But that gave you a problem, right?

Like, how do you make half-decent wine,

as you do, from grapes that have been picked too early?

Answer, add glycol solution.

Never added glycol to wine in my life.

Of course, you did. And recently.

I've got the lab analysis to prove it.

And then you've got a real problem,

because Sam figured it out.

And that's why you invited her here to meet you,

the night she died.

[Alexa] To share all your rockstar methods.

You set up this office to look like your home

for your international wine conference.

Lugged in that big, ugly piece of tree art

and hung it on the wall.

And you filmed yourself, as if you were at the wine conference.

Just like I filmed myself against a fake bookcase

in Martha's house, just over there.

[Alexa] It's a neat trick.

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

Then you inserted that pre-recorded video

into the conference...

allowing you time to step away from the computer

without anyone knowing.

Genius.

When Sam arrived...

you hit her over the head,

either killing her or knocking her out.

Then you tipped her body into the crusher

to disguise what you'd done...

and went back to your conference,

as if you'd never left.

I would say that's all speculation.

Well, Customs records show that you received a shipment

of glycol from Italy in the days before Sam's died.

And Francisco saw you leave the winery around midnight.

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

so he didn't say anything.

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

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

It's her fault.

She just couldn't leave it alone.

What I don't get is why she mentioned

the vineyard workers at all?

I mean, was that leverage?

It's more commonly referred to as blackmail.

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

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

As if she would have.

It must've been hard to get the body up there

into the machine.

No. Not really.

But good luck trying to prove any of this.

Whatever Francisco thinks he saw...

Oh, he didn't see anything.

It was a lie.

I was just tricking you.

Harry!

Joe... heard a lot about you.

[Alexa] Oh, did I forget to mention that

I was recording that online meeting?

Yeah. I'm forgetful sometimes.

Hint of citrus, perhaps?

Mm. Lemon.

Tastes like wine to me.

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

Well, here's to us.

And to Harry for choosing the right girl.

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

Not anything else.

What? Yep. Cheers.

Yeah...