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Oh! I feel really good about this, really good.

You're doing great, Daisy. Okay.

Let's get you into theatre and get this show on the road, eh?

Ahh.

I can't talk.

Yeah, I know. Because you're recovering from surgery.

-Well. -You're recovering from surgery?

Third time's a charm.

Daisy Munroe, you're so predictable.

We need to go out.

I need to drink and be merry.

There's that fundraising thing at Zara's, I can meet you there?

I can't, I've got lines to learn,

I've got a 4 a.m. start tomorrow.

I don't really think... One second.

Hey, sorry, mate. Can you make a coffee?

-Absolutely. -Cheers, thank you, Mitch.

Hey, darling. Can you just finally...

Can you just finally admit that you

don't actually want the surgery.

Oh, what do I want?

To be happy with yourself, like all of us.

I'm happy.

I'm very happy.

Hey, love you.

Looks like they're using the same caterers

Michaela used at her launch.

Oh, yes, they certainly are.

This looks lovely. Thanks, David.

Daisy. He's too young.

We're not planning on getting married, Fi.

Oh, darling.

What a beautiful night.

Isn't it? I'm so glad you're both here.

I thank you and the Pangolins thank you.

Oh, I'm sure they do.

Now for the healing part of the night.

-Mm-hmm. -How are you able to help?

Put me down for three thousand.

You really are too good. And Daisy?

-Same. -Oh, wonderful.

You are both wonderful.

Here you go.

♪ I am a bad ♪

♪ Mama to eat ♪

♪ Maintain a... ♪♪

Well, I think I'm gonna have to make a move.

-Ah. -This has been great.

It has.

But it doesn't have to end here.

You, are amazing.

Well...

-Just for the record. -Mm-hmm.

I am totally into the older woman thing.

Like totally.

-Yeah, I'm not that much. -Mummy.

Did you? Hm-hm.

Oh! Oh, no, no.

-Darling, can I have a word? -Of course.

Um, it's probably just a glitch,

but your credit card, it's been declined.

It says contact bank.

What?

I am sorry, I ruined your beauty sleep.

Now, come on, I'm just returning a million favours.

It's just it was humiliating, you know.

I mean, Zara first

and then the guy.

I mean, his mummy? I mean, really?

His totally gorgeous and fabulous mummy.

Not helping.

You know, look, Dais, if I was straight...

I know. I know. Alas!

But...

It's not gonna happen is it?

Oh, God.

Stanley?

Sugar Daddy Stanley, what's wrong?

He's dead.

Oh, Christ. Oh God. Oh God.

Louis Oakley.

Do you want to contact a lawyer?

I am a lawyer.

Or I was.

No, wait. Where's my clothes?

Thank you.

Where's my trousers?

You threw them in the Thames.

Along with your underpants.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, Christ.

Good day at school?

A man was arrested last night

for indecent exposure

as he ran naked through Piccadilly Circus,

allegedly calling for a return to common decency.

Get back to common decency.

Oh, Christ. Driver, driver. Can you turn this off please?

Dad, it's already gone viral.

They're calling you the Piccadilly Willy.

Oh, how was your day?

I made you a snack.

Hm. Nice look. Job interview?

Simone, I had a lot of time to think,

last night, well, this morning.

-Hm, in prison? -Please, just hear me out.

I know things have gone off track

but I know we can make it better.

Oh, Louis. I can't, not now.

I have a meeting.

Simone, can't we just talk?

The affair was a mistake. I know that.

We've been through this.

I don't know what else you want me to say.

Bye, J.

Darling.

Yes? Louis Oakley.

Dead?

Sole heir.

Ah, heiress actually.

-Of a vineyard in New Zealand? -Hmm.

And do you know, Vanessa my psychic,

she told me last week that I was a vintner

in a past life. Can you believe that?

I really can't.

Well, this will be me sunning myself under the vines.

You know, I think they have glaciers down there.

Oh.

-Oh well, I'll pack a pashmina. -Okay.

I mean, look, I'm only going for a couple of days, really.

Just to get the lay of the land.

Maybe even get a lay on the land.

Mmm.

Hey, I'm sorry about Stanley.

Thanks.

He must really have loved you.

He loved my mother.

I guess I reminded him of her.

Oh.

So, are there any hot men in New Zealand?

♪ Let it breathe if it doesn't breathe it's gonna die ♪

♪ Let us see if you let it be is it gonna fly? ♪

♪ Set it free and if it leaves we say goodbye ♪

♪ Web we weave and then we grieve and then we cry ♪

♪ I want to tell you before I forget ♪

♪ Despite the darkness some of these days ♪

♪ Wintergreen I can't outshine your radiance ♪

♪ Wintergreen I love you more than anything ♪

♪ Wintergreen despite the darkness ♪

♪ Some of these days ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪♪

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

And welcome to Queenstown.

Sorry, sorry. Just grabbing my bag.

Ah, that's alright. Um...

Oh, excuse me.

Oh.

That's alright. I'll give you a hand.

Oh, thank you.

I think that...

Is that? Is that yours?

Oh, thank God.

I'd be lost without that.

Thank you.

Ah, Vic Grimes.

Oh, Louis. Brilliant to meet you.

And here you are. Queenstown, the gate way to Peak View.

Yes, well thank you. Shall we um...

Well, um, actually if you could...

Desperate to take a slash.

Right.

Sake.

Oh, so you're Vic?

-No, Louis. -You're not the lawyer?

No. Vic, the lawyer is currently

taking a slash.

Well that's lawyers for you, isn't it?

They're either on the piss, taking the piss

or pissing you off.

Yes, I-I'm a lawyer.

Stanley had two lawyers?

No.

I'm sorry, I'm... Who are you?

Louis Oakley.

-I'm-I'm Stanley's nephew. -Oh!

-But who are you? -Oh I'm-I'm Daisy Monroe.

Stepdaughter, and now it seems,

vintner and sole heir to Stanley's vineyard.

Oh! Daisy Munroe, meet Louis Oakley.

Yes, yes, thanks Vic. We've met.

Um, I wonder if you wouldn't mind explaining

just what the bloody hell's going on here?

Oh, ah, those details probably

best discussed in my office.

-Office? -Yeah.

It's just a bit, confusing

to me is to how both of us can be

sole heirs to my uncle's vineyard.

-Also my father's vineyard. -Stepfather.

Really he loved me as his own.

I know, the legal terms can be confounding

at the best of times.

Oh, yeah, legally speaking the term sole heir's

doesn't really work in the plural.

Yeah, I know, what I meant by soul heir's was

Stanley put his heart and soul into it

and you were inheriting that legacy,

his soul if you like.

Over the phone I can see how that might be--

What? Misleading?

Probably should've sent a fax.

Behold the district of Peak View.

Named after its view of peaks.

That's Deadman's Drop, the appointed place

for the reading of the will.

It really is incredible.

Yep, I-I'm sorry to hurry things along,

I'm just getting quite hot now.

Okay.

"I, Stanley Basil Oakley,

being of sound mind and body--"

S-sorry, sorry, can we just jump ahead

to the allocation of assets, Vic?

"To my continuing ray of sunshine,

my beloved step daughter, Daisy Munroe."

That's so nice, isn't it?

Beloved, he was a sensitive man, Stanley.

"And nephew, Louis Oakley..."

You know, more straight to the point there.

More of a masculine approach, I mean,

he was both sensitive and masculine.

Umm...

"I leave equal shares to my estate,

do with it, what you will."

Here you go.

-Well, that-that's it? -Yep.

Sorry, you brought us all the way up here

to tell us to do with it what you will?

Ah thank you, Vic.

We appreciate your efforts.

Umm, but you didn't mention money.

Money?

Yes, well, Stanley had farms...

as well as wine tree thingees.

You think vines is probably the term

you're looking for, Madame Vintner.

Vic. Money?

Not as such, it's the property.

Plus two workers, Tippy and Gus.

A tractor, two cars.

Actually one of them's only fully functional at the moment.

And a three legged cat called Pussy Galore.

Yes but... but he had money?

I mean he always had a lot of money.

Well, that's wine making for ya.

A great way to alleviate oneself of the burden of a fortune.

Oh, I feel, I feel sick.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Keys and...

a bottle of Stanley.

This is just sediment.

No, that is Stanley.

He said you'd know what to do with it.

Anyway, sing out if you need any advice

and we'll see you at the Wine Show no doubt.

Great shindig. I've got a bottle of Pinot Gris in competition.

Gotta dash. Wife's ovulating.

Oh, God.

I'm in an 80's nightmare.

Since when is New Zealand this hot?

Well, take your jacket off.

What? It's a suit.

-Right. -Ah.

I'll find us something to get us very drunk, very quickly.

I think I'm having a breakdown.

You're not. Trust me.

So, your, your mother was Stanley's last wife?

-Yes. -Sorry for your loss.

Well, it was forty years ago but thank you.

Have we-have we met before?

Ahh. No, I don't think so.

Oh come on, it's a vineyard for God's sake.

You'd think there'd at least be wine.

Oh, here we are.

-Can I help you? -Oh, Jesus Christ.

Ah, yes, I'd like to get halfway

hammered with a bit of luck.

I'm a, I'm Louis Oakley.

Umm...

Who are you?

Tippy. Short for Isabella.

Is it?

And oh, yes. You-you work here, don't you?

And I live here.

So you're the new owner.

That's Stanley's select vintage.

I'm not sure that's what you need.

Well, ah, to be honest,

after the day I've had, if it's red

and alcoholic it will do absolutely fine.

This is the one you want.

Right.

What does BT stand for?

You'll figure it out.

Oh, look at that.

Oh, hooray. Wine.

Ah, Louis, this is Gus.

Oh, hello, Gus.

I'm your biggest fan.

So, you, you live in this house?

No, no, no, Gus has got a caravan.

-Down by the shed thing. -Oh, right.

Alright, well ah, that should do the trick.

Just flick it on at the wall, and ah Bob's your uncle.

-Thank you. -Have a good one.

Okay.

Might be a bit of overkill.

Just a little.

Well, I suppose we ought to make some decisions about...

what we're gonna do.

Oh, no, let's not.

I just want to drink some wine and go to bed.

I suppose I should call my wife,

really and tell her I've arrived safely.

Oh no, I didn't mean.

Oh no, I didn't-I didn't think...

No, silly.

-Well, ah, to this. -To this.

Yes.

Oh!

-Jesus. -That's um...

That...

Bloody terrible.

Ahh.

Oh.

-Hello. -Oh, oh.

Hello. Tippy?

I'm, I'm Daisy. The new owner.

Ready to get stuck in I see.

Yes, well.

Wine making's in my veins.

-I was Stanley's-- -Stepdaughter.

Talked about you a lot.

Oh, did he?

You never visited.

Well no, but we-we stayed in touch.

Once a year.

You sent him a gift basket.

Same type every time.

Pamper Hampers. Only the best.

And he kept every one.

Oh.

Staff meeting. Five minutes.

Right, thanks for coming.

Now we're still getting our heads around this place.

Obviously, the lay of the land. So to speak.

So, um, Gus, what is it that you

do at Oakley Wines?

I work the vineyard.

Right. And that consists of?

It's different stuff.

This place would fall apart without Gus.

Or perhaps, to be more precise. Would...

Would fall apart more?

Ah, Tippy, what's your job description?

I help Gus.

You help Gus?

Right, well the main thing is that

there seems to be no wine at all,

um, did-did Stan make a vintage last year?

Stan didn't want to release a vintage he wasn't happy with.

Judging by last night's bottle I can see why.

What happened to the grapes?

For the past five years Stan sold them off

to other winemakers.

Did he?

Well...look, I know this is difficult...

but the simple reality is that she lives in Sydney,

I live in London, this place is clearly haemorrhaging money.

And is not a practical proposition going forward.

Oakley Wines will be looking for a buyer.

I'm losing my job?

And the roof over your head.

-Gutted. -Told you this would happen.

No, this is not something that we asked for.

No. You were gifted it.

Like a basket.

Cool staff meeting. Thanks.

Were we going to discuss this?

It's not something that needed discussing.

-It just needed doing. -Ah!

Stanley might have been able to make something of this place

if he hadn't been forking out to you.

-He was grieving for my mother. -For forty years?

Well, she was a wonderful woman.

I'm sure she was, but have you any idea how much it

adds up to over that time?

Oh, I see. So this is a jealously thing?

Because Stanley didn't feel the same way about you.

No, no, I'm not jealous of a hand-out.

We're not all rich London lawyers, Louis.

Some of us have to make do.

What do you suggest?

That you run this place?

Don't you dare patronize me.

I was a vintner in a past life.

Oh, Daisy. Stanley has left us a poisoned chalice.

We sell, we split the proceeds. Go back to our lives.

God, I can only assume

he died of starvation.

Well, if you give me some money, I don't mind

stocking the cupboards.

My card isn't working, it's got a glitch.

How much?

Ahh. A thousand should do it.

A thousand?

Well, I need to stock and provision.

I require rural footwear and obviously

a more suitable outdoor ensemble.

Oh, God's sake. We're only here temporarily.

Yes, but we do not need to live like animals. Do we?

-There. -Oh, thank you.

-Hello. -Oh.

Don Silverton, Shimmering Lake Wines.

And my wife, Marissa.

-Louis Oakley. -Daisy Munroe.

-Hello. -Lovely.

-Hello. Oh. -Welcome to Peak View.

We were great friends with Stan.

His passing was a...

a sad loss to the region.

-Bit of a local identity. -Hm.

So you own a vineyard, as well?

-Yeah, one or two. -Oh.

Oh, a little something to keep you going.

-Oh, thank you. -That's very kind.

It's remarkably timely.

Are they Jimmy Choos?

Yes, yes they are. You have a very good eye.

Would you like to, come in?

Well, no. Actually, we're...

we're here to ask you to lunch.

Oh, that's lovely.

We'd love to, wouldn't we, Louis?

Yeah, of course.

-Good, done. See you at 1:00. -Nice.

Ask Gus for directions.

-Oh! -Oh, God. It's French.

Spoken like a true Englishman.

It's lovely. It's Boho chic.

Oh, come on. Adventure and hopefully decent wine await.

-Got keys? -Here you go.

It's corkscrew.

Now this is more like it.

Stunning wine.

Oh, I'm-I'm, I'm glad you like it.

We're hoping to impress the judges at the awards.

We do tend to do quite well.

He's being modest.

-We Gold Medal every year. -Oh!

We've had a few successes.

Of course it was much more of a struggle for Stan.

Yes, it does seem that way.

Poor soil, you see.

I thought grapes liked poor soil.

Oh, they do. They do.

But it has to be the right quality poor soil.

High quality poor quality.

Stan didn't have that.

Oh!

He came to realise that he was better

just selling his harvests.

So we took them off his hands, and he was grateful.

-Wasn't he, darling? -He was, bless him!

Mmm, now, we should leave the men to talk

because I want your opinion on some linen.

And I want you to meet Wanda.

Wanda meet Louis.

Louis, Wanda.

Hello Wanda, you're a beauty, aren't you?

Louis's from England, he's a bit of a charmer.

I talk to her.

We have an understanding.

Do you think that's strange?

No, no!

People talk to their pets all the time.

And she talks back.

Uh, and why wouldn't she?

Because she's a pig.

Because she's a pig. Yeah, you're joking.

Or am I?

Anyway, thi-this vineyard of Stan's.

Umm, I sense that it's not really your thing.

Well, Don, to be honest,

uh, now that you mention it,

I-I'm, I am gonna sell up.

I get it. I do. I do. You're a wise man, Louis.

We see a lot of people coming into the district and get

flat-lined by the burden of wine.

And you know, it has to be a passion!

Yeah. What?

You're being a big gung ho, aren't you?

Wanda thinks I should offer to buy it off you.

Well, I thought you said the soil--

Poor quality, low quality, yeah, I mean...

I could throw a bit of Merlot on it.

Did you have a figure in mind?

Wanda, that is a

very cheeky offer.

I think we can do better than that.

Gosh, thanks Louis for finding a buyer

for Stan's hopeless vineyard so quickly.

And for 1.2 million dollars,

all whilst I was discussing Turkish linen.

Egyptian! And it's not enough.

What?

It's nowhere near enough money.

Right. Now I don't know what planet you live on.

But somebody is offering to buy our millstone for cash.

-Here and now! -Oh!

$600,000 each?

And how long's that gonna last? A couple of years?

-A couple of years? -Well, maybe three.

Look, I know money can't buy

you happiness, but it bloody well helps.

-We can't take the first offer. -Daisy, look at the place.

It's not worth anything close to that.

Oh, h-have you read

the Beginners Guide to Growing Grapes?

-Of course, I haven't. -Yes, well. I have.

Ten hectares at six tonnes per hectare.

70 cases per tonne, we could be sitting on a goldmine.

But we're not are we? Stan bought bad land.

Well, it can't be that bad if the Silverton's

buy the grapes each year.

I thought you were some hot shot lawyer?

Would you let your clients get ripped off like this?

We need to counter offer.

I already accepted.

Well then you better un-accept.

I need you to man up, turn around, drive back

and demand a higher price.

My future depends on it.

Your future is not my responsibility.

Well, fine!

Fine. I'll bloody do it myself then.

-Oh...Daisy. -Shut up!

Stupid, bloody, Englishman.

Psych!

How do I turn on this bloody, French, piece of shit.

-Rowan, was it? -Yep!

Rowan, would you mind keeping your eyes on the road?

I know the road.

And I feel like I know you.

Have we met before?

No, I think I'd remember.

Look, are you old enough to be driving?

I'm driving aren't I?

-Yes, but-- -So I must be old enough.

I have a son who's eleven years old.

He doesn't look much younger than you.

He certainly doesn't drive.

-Where's your son? -He's in London.

You and the wife separated then?

Would you mind your own business.

I'm here for personal reasons.

Denial?

That's okay.

Thank you!

Piccadilly Willy.

That's where I know you from.

What time will the car be ready please?

You shouldn't be ashamed about anything in that video.

-If you know what I mean. -Car?

Should be ready tomorrow. See ya, Willy!

Don't call me that.

Christ!

Ow!

Oh! Ohh.

Oh, that's nice.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh.

Oh, hello.

Oh, sorry.

You alright?

I got my period.

Oh!

I thought I was ovulating.

Do you know what I do? When I'm having a crappy day.

Like today.

I just, put on a smile.

It helps. See!

Well, we can work on that.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, God, I can't let Vic see me like this.

Is your husband Vic?

Oh, I'm Daisy, he picked me up from the airport yesterday.

Nic!

Vic and Nic?

Do you know what? I was just looking at your, umm...

amazing sculptures.

You're obviously a very talented artist.

Oh, my God!

Do you, do you wanna buy one?

Which one spoke to you the most?

Um...I-I like him.

Oh, he is a they.

They're all thems.

Gender neutral.

Non-binary, fertility bovidae.

So, you're buying?

Oh, absolutely!

So, are there palm trees in Peak View?

Uh, no, but it's very, very hot.

When will you be back?

Ah, soon. Just one or two things to sort out.

You should start getting ready for school.

Okay, bye Dad!

Bye, J, love you!

Well, he seems alright.

Ah, good news today. I got an email from Edward's solicitor.

He's gonna go to the Law Society

to recant his false testimony.

I'll be cleared, my license re-instated and the...

internet thing will be...

yesterday's fish and chip paper.

Oh, great, Louis, I wouldn't place too much

stock in Edward doing the right thing.

No, no, no, no, no, he'll come through

I know he will, it's um...

and everything will get back to normal.

I have to go.

Take care!

What's that?

It's a...

non-binary, fertility bovidae.

The artist is Nic.

Vic's wife, she's going through a tough time

so I thought I'd help her out.

I see, and how much did this bovidae cost?

Oh, um, nine hundred and ninety five dollars.

Right, so instead of shopping for food,

you actually came back with a sex goat.

What? Uh!

Uh, its-it's art.

It's an investment.

Possibly.

Oh, Gus. Gus, hello!

Um, look, just thought you should know

that the Silverton's have made us an offer.

It is a little on the low side,

but we will get them up, won't we, Louis?

And-and we will make sure that you

and Tippy are safe as part of the deal.

I'm gonna say something.

Tippy is the best thing this place has going for it.

She knows about wine, something you'd see

if you opened your eyes.

Because...

if you open your eyes you see things that

you don't see when your eyes are closed.

Come in!

Oh!

Um...

I spoke to Don.

They're not budging.

That's their first and final offer, apparently.

Fine!

Well, we're not gonna take it, are we?

I mean, we can just, spruce the place up a bit

and put it on the open market.

I mean, I've dabbled in real estate, I've got a licence.

Daisy for heaven's sake.

Don't you yell at me.

I'm sorry!

I apologise.

But you have got to burst this bubble that you live in.

Daisy, we-we-we have no money.

This place could sit on the market for years.

We're-we're not vintners for God's sake, we're--

What?

What are we Louis, seeing as you

seem to have all the answers.

We're desperate! Alright, we're desperate!

Now, I'm signing the offer.

Now I could force you to buy me out, remember that.

But you're in no position to do that, so please, can we just be,

just be practical.

And just get this done.

You're doing the right thing.

Growing grapes is like fighting for a woman, it's a gunfight.

You don't just wanna show up with a knife.

Actually, you could borrow a gun when you got there.

Or take a bayonet.

Vic, you don't actually represent

clients in court do you?

Try not to. Very stressful.

Probably for the best.

Look, don't!

Oh, Gus, we've made our position clear.

But what if the Silverton's find oil on this land?

Has oil ever been discovered in this region before?

Do the Silverton's work in the gas and oil industry?

-Do they? -No.

Then I feel strangely secure about my decision.

♪ Ooh ♪

Oh, Daisy.

We call this place The Church.

It's what it used to be, a church.

Oh. That's original, isn't it?

But now we use it for meetings and weddings,

and croquet, and social cricket.

You, my dear, have the most

exceptional Mother/Crone energy.

Marvellous!

Especially with those heels.

Oh, I'll take that as a compliment. I think.

Daisy this is Hilary Van der Boor,

of Coven wines.

Um, Hilary this is Daisy.

Yes, thank you, Marissa, I know.

Shame you're not staying.

But he looks like he might scare easily.

You be gentle with him.

Excuse me!

Hmm.

You know, a smile once in a while

wouldn't do you any harm, Louis.

You know, for a brief moment

I thought the idea of owning a vineyard might be...

-Romantic? -Well, uplifting!

Mmm.

Well, at least you've got a wife to go home to.

I don't even have a goldfish.

Actually, she's ah...

There's talk about separation, so.

Oh!

-I'm sorry to hear that. -Thank you!

Well...that explains why you've been a bit uptight.

I thought it was just because you were English.

-So, what happened? -Oh, the usual sordid mess.

Too much time working.

And infidelity.

Mmm, right.

Oh, well, you know, you made your bed.

We-we have met before you know.

Your mother's wedding to Stanley.

You-you were obnoxious even then.

Well, the words pot and kettle spring to mind.

I was walking past the wedding table, you spun out

of control and you smashed me into the wedding cake.

Yeah, well, my first Manolo's were totally ruined.

And then you burst into tears and ran off.

Yes, well I was fourteen. It was, it was embarrassing.

Well-w-w how do you think it was for me,

I was standing there with a bloody nose

and marzipan coming out of my ears,

you know, you know you haven't changed.

Well, neither have you.

I mean you're still a pompous git.

You...Gus!

Where have you come from?

The tent.

Um, you're missing the gongs.

Now to the star.

The Pinot Noir.

And what another great vintage.

Some knockouts, a few

disappointments but a clear winner.

The Best In Show was both surprising...

and an absolute stunner.

The gold medal goes to...

The Stanley A.T. Reserve

by Oakley Wines.

-What? -What? Did we just?

And the vintner,

a new entry this year,

Tippy Bidois!

-Oh my! -Did we just win?

-We won. We won. -We won.

Oh, you won, Daisy.

Yeah, we won!

Gus?

Did you know anything about this?

A late run down the outside, you sneaky dog.

Well, you know.

Oh!

They have signed, haven't they, Vic?

Well, you'll appreciate that at the time

the two parties agreed to a price the vendor

was not in possession of the knowledge that Oakley Wines had

in fact submitted an award winning Pinot Noir for judging.

And was also in possession of 100 cases of that wine.

Now, that is an undisclosed asset.

It's all a bonus to me.

Which unfortunately makes the agreement

null and void, legally

speaking, a sale and purchase agreement can only

be signed in good faith once full disclosure

has been made.

So, what you're saying is that--

Well, my, my co-owner and I are prepared to, uh,

renegotiate a mutually acceptable price.

And one which reflects a fair and equitable

reflection of the current market value.

Not bad for a lawyer who's been disbarred.

Yeah.

Vic! This loophole? Is it legal?

-Oh, seems pretty legal to me. -What the hell is pretty legal?

Something is either legal or it's illegal.

It is what it is, Don.

You're assuming that we're still interested?

Oh, passing up the opportunity to purchase an award winning

vineyard, I mean that's entirely your prerogative, Don.

Uh, you might want to talk to Wanda.

See what she's got to say.

There you are.

-Congratulations! -Oh.

Gus told me it was him who entered you into the awards.

Why didn't you enter the competition yourself?

I didn't know if it was ready yet.

I wanted it to be perfect.

Well, sounds like it was.

You know in all the excitement I didn't even get to try it.

Your wine!

Technically, it's your wine.

So, where did you learn?

My grandfather was a winemaker up north.

Oh!

Uh, when I came down here I was labouring.

Stan had just stumbled into town by accident,

bought this place.

Mmm.

He had no idea what he was doing so,

he asked me to help out.

Oh, thanks!

Oh, it...

Oh, that's ah...

Oh, sorry.

I don't know what happened.

That's the Stanley.

He never got to try it.

If-if Stanley sold all the grapes, how did you make this?

Stan let me have these grapes for the past five years.

Yep.

He said "Tippy, express yourself."

And she started the A.T Reserve.

A.T being?

-After Tippy. -Ah!

B.T. Before Tippy.

Stanley may have had a dream but, his stuff?

You can drink it, just never get it on your hands.

And once we've settled our outstanding

bills, etc, that will be your number.

And that will be mine.

Think you can manage on that?

-Well, how can I say no? -Good!

Spoken like a true, mutual sole heir.

You know for a brief moment this was all ours.

We were winemakers.

Oh, Daisy.

We were never winemakers.

So? Back to law then?

Ah, with a bit of luck. It's a bit complicated at the moment.

Why's that?

Well, my business partner, Edward.

Embezzling from the client trust funds.

I got caught in the cross fire.

-Oh, ouch! -Mmm.

Hmm, oh, w-why is my number less than yours?

Ah, that's because I'm not paying for the sex goat.

We're sorry we're late for the funeral.

It's okay Nic, you're here now.

I'm so not gonna cry.

-No, I am. -Aww.

Sorry. Sorry, Stanley.

Uh, carry on.

Uh, Tippy. Would you like to say something?

Bye, old man.

You got it, bro!

Is that it?

-Daisy? -No.

Gus?

Well with the breeze there's actually

a high chance Stan's ashes will probably

end up blowing back into the Citroen.

But then he did love that car.

Yes!

Yes, yes, he did.

Well, to echo those

poignant words, uh, Stanley,

thank you for your generosity.

Um, I would like to say more,

but check in closes in ninety minutes.

You will always hold a unique

place in our hearts.

No, stop, stop, stop. Stop.

I can't, I-I-I can't do this.

I'm not selling!

-I beg your pardon? -No, listen.

Tippy,

when I tasted your wine, I was

transported!

I-I was made to remember things

feel things, want things.

I didn't know wine could do that.

The world needs your wine, Tippy.

And you, Gus, you, you, you

love Stan's place, you belong there.

And me, well I, I-I...

I have--

You've got vision.

You just haven't seen it yet.

Thank you, Gus.

Yes, I do, I have vision.

I'm not getting on that plane.

Have you completely lost your mind?

No, I'm-I'm staying, Louis.

What's this?

Daisy, this, this is a signed contract.

To be given to Don and Marissa on the way to the airport.

It is signed?

But, they don't have it yet.

Also true, good point.

Daisy, whatever happened to "money can't

buy you happiness, but it bloody well helps?"

You, you need that money.

Do I? Really?

Ever since I was seventeen, Stan's generosity

made me feel like I was a winner, but I wasn't, I...

-I was a-- -Loser?

Louis, imagine that feeling

at the wine awards, every day.

Oakley Wines winning world wide.

Stanley fell in love with a dream and...

it's time for me to pay him back by

seeing that dream through.

-I'm in! -Me too.

And me. If you like?

We all need dreams, Louis.

It's a fresh start.

No!

You bloody idiot, what the hell do you think you're doing?

You can't do this.

I just did!

Come on, Stanley.

Let's go home.

Christ's sake!

Oh, I'll need the keys, I'm driving.

Oh, it's a bloody corkscrew.

It's a bloody thing...