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I can't take it, where is she?

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

Why did you send my baby so far away?

Why did I send her so far away?

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

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

- No argument.
- Thank you.

- Jules! Jules! Jules!
- Jules!
- Aah!

Che piacere vederti, mamma e papa!

- Would you listen to those rolling r's?
- You can't possibly be our daughter.

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

Uh, just take it over here.

Tell me about this scarf.

It's a sciarpa, Mom.

- And the purse is Milan street style...
- Ah! It's just like mine, we're twins!

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

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

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

Um... I actually already have a ride.

Buongiorno, sir! Signora Dorasay...

- Oh, Liam! Look at you!
- Liam!

Uh... Liam flew home yesterday.

- His parents bought him a moped.
- Uh!

- Is that thing safe?
- Absolutely, sir.

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

- You ready?
- Yeah.

- OK, watch the curb.
- OK.

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

- Thank you, all good there.
- All right.

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

Well, everyone rides scooters in Italy.

I don't think they do.

Come on! He had a beard?

Oh, I definitely saw stubble.

It was only four months!

Four months is like two
years in a teenage body.

Mm... not helping, Everett.

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

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

Where are we going?

I told you, new client.

Uh... does this new client have a name?

Ah... Cassie Lewis, we
roomed together in college.

- Wow! Way to bury the lead.
- I thought your father-daughter
issues were much more pressing.

And what exactly does your
ex college roommate want?

She wouldn't say, she said,
"Get here as quick as you can."

Hmmm... and where exactly is "Here"?

Belanger Estates?

You know these guys are famous
for their Bordeaux blends?

That's a smoothie, right?

Kidding.

Ah... listen.

- You may hear some stories
from a long time ago...
- Oh! Angie Everett, The College Years.

Can't be any worse than that time
you borrowed your dad's patrol car...

- I thought your hockey career
affected your long-term memory.
- No, no, not so much.

You might as well tell me now, Everett.

- Save yourself the embarrassment.
- Hey, Ange!

Oh! Thank god you're here.

Wow! You have not changed.

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

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

- You do your homework.
- Which is how I know
that you two are the best.

Hah... follow me.

I've been a wine specialist with
Trent Auctions now for five years.

First day on the job, I reached
out to Martin Belanger

to see if he wanted to sell off
some of his historic cellar.

Took some time, but he finally
agreed to offer up a few of his best.

Wait, he's not selling... the Winston '45?

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

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

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

We're anticipating half a million or more.

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

The Holy Grail has been stolen.

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

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

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know ♪

♪ What my head overlooks ♪

♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪

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

♪ Private Eyes
They're watching you ♪

♪ Private Eyes ♪

♪ They're watching you,
watching you, watching you ♪

♪ Watching you ♪

When's the last time you saw it?

Last night before I left,
that was around seven.

Is this door locked all the time?

- Always, you need a five digit
keycode to lock and unlock the door.
- Who else has the code?

I don't know, there's over
fifty workers at the vineyard.

But they don't all work the night shift.

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

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

my company had to put up a guaranteed
minimum of a quarter of a million dollars.

If we don't sell that bottle,
we're out the money.

And I'll be shilling dessert
wine in the Balkans.

- OK, when's the auction?
- Three days.

Prospective buyers get a preview
at the lots on offer, right?

The serious ones get VIP
access to the vineyard.

- Perfect.
- Why's that perfect?

Because we just found our cover.

We're gonna bid on the Winston '45.

My family has been making wine in
the Pomerol region since the 1700s,

but the Winston '45 is the greatest
vintage they ever produced.

Yeah, this one isn't bad, either, I mean...

it's no '47 Cheval Blanc,
but then again, what is?

Well! A brilliant hockey player
and a connoisseur of fine wine.

- We should do a Shadow vintage.
- Yeah!

Uh... why is it called the Winston '45?

Oh, well... the bombing
during World War Two

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

So after the war was over,
my grandfather took five bottles

and sent them with this Spitfire
pilot who flew over the Channel

and delivered them in
person to Winston Churchill.

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

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

Why sell the Winston when it
means so much to your family?

Cassie, she convinced me that you
can't keep something locked up forever.

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

it will enable me to
expand my product line,

allow us to produce wines from
varietals and even a second label.

Does everyone here at the vineyard
know where you keep the Winston '45?

Of course, yeah, I mean, it's no secret.

Isn't that a little risky, keeping a priceless
bottle of wine within easy reach?

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

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

No, that's fine, we've taken up
more than enough of your time.

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

Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.
Simone, she is amazing.

She knows my wine better than I do.

Sweetness on the attack, I get
hints of... baked apple and pear.

Hmm, star bright, medium viscosity.

Hmm, I get... crème brûlée.

- I get... grape.
- Yes, well... it's from a
limited run two seasons ago.

And, in my opinion, the vintage
is still trying to find its identity.

Hmm... so you authenticate
all the wine in the auction?

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

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

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

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

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

I test it for clues to its history.

Cork condition, viscosity,
that sort of thing.

- And have you completed your tests?
- Yesterday.

- Oh, must have been a late night.
- Pff... not as late as the cellar hands.

What's a cellar hand?

Yeah, cellar hands do everything
around the vineyard,

from inventory to scrubbing bungs.

- What's a bung?
- You don't wanna know.
- Eww!

Judging by the description Cassie gave
us, I think we just found our man.

- Looks like he's headed on a trip.
- Hey! Juan Carlos!

Oh... why do the bad guys always run?

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

And you were in the main cellar last night.

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

Ah... I went outside to take it.

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

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

The bottle's not here, where is it?

I didn't steal it.

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

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

- I thought you were him.
- Him who?

The Wolf.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm here on a visa.

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

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

Yeah, I love this vineyard,
but I need both jobs.

Don't tell Martin, OK?

Fine, but we're gonna need your passwords.

I think he's telling the truth.

He had motive and opportunity.

But the Winston '45 was taken
last night, why wait so long?

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

Maybe he didn't know how much it was
worth until the Wolf contacted him.

Yeah... it makes more sense that it was
one of the people here for the auction.

How would they get in so late?

Look around, there's no security here.

Except for a lock on the cellar
door, which was left open.

We should ask Cassie.

- She knows the buyers.
- Maybe she can tell us if
there's a wolf in the pack.

Read the headline.

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

I have no idea.

- Uh... it's everywhere.
- Yeah, which means I'm nowhere.

My career is officially over, yeah.

Cassie!

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

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

The sale of that bottle was going
to breathe life into this vineyard.

Without it, my expansion plans go
out the window, you knew this!

We can get it back for you.

Hah... forgive me, but a hockey
player and his girlfriend?

They're private investigators.

Cassie hired us out of her own pocket
because of her loyalty to you.

- And her commission.
- No, I... I don't care about the
commission, you can have it.

We can get the Winston '45 back,
just give us until the day of the auction.

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

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

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

- Oh... she's still at her auntie's
house up north, remember?
- Oh, yeah.

Looking a little flushed there, partner.

I am not used to day-drinking.

Every time we turned around,
there was another glass in front of us.

You weren't supposed to drink them.

Swirl, sniff, sip, swish, spit.

It's so peaceful out here.

Ah... you miss the screech of the
streetcar, the smell of raw sewage?

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

- It's the one she always wanted...
- Sounds like admiration.

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

Smart, spontaneous, stunning...

and sleeping.

Baby girl! I missed you so much.

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

So why don't we order food in and then
Jules can regale us with tales from Italy.

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

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

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

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

Bye, sweetie.

Well...

Is it just me or does she seem
like a totally different person?

You mean older, more mature?

As if her perspective has been altered
from four months of international travel?

- Yeah, something like that.
- Yeah.

- Should I be worried?
- No.

I... I've seen this movie before.

There was this 16 year old boy

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

Barely looked his dad in the eye.

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

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

So... these are the registered bidders
on one of the finest wines in the world.

They're just a bunch of entitled asshats.

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

They collect trophies,
the rarer, the better.

Which is gonna make it
that much more difficult

to figure out which one is
responsible for the theft.

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

This Wolf guy has his own
language and it's pretty cheesy.

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

I met with a group of investment brokers

who were trying to start their own hedge
fund and they all spoke the same way.

Like they were... gangsters
from East London.

One of our asshats is a commodities
trader, Aaron Brisbane.

Says here he toured the vineyard
the day before yesterday.

If he's The Wolf, how do we get him to
admit that he stole the Winston '45?

Oh, that's easy, we buy him a drink.

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

- Angelina!
- Mr. Shade. What's your poison?

A Latour from your private stock?

Oh, come on, it's Wednesday afternoon!

The Latour is more of a Friday wine.

How about this one?

Oh! Of course, sir.

Did you just turn down
a first growth Bordeaux?

- I sure did.
- Aaron Brisbane.

- Matt Shade.
- The Shadow?

- Yeah.
- No way.

Now I'm definitely gonna stick around

to find out what Matt Shade
drinks on Wednesdays.

How about the Winston '45?

Unbelievable what happened,
you keep it cellared for 70 years,

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

Yeah, the reward would
be just getting to try it.

Man, I'd give my left you-know-what
for the chance to taste that.

Actually, no, it'd have to be my right.

I think I gave my left one away
for a bottle of 2000 DRC.

Get ready to soar... with the
2012 Owl Valley Chardonnay.

The 2012 Owl? Nice choice, Shadow.

I've wanted to uncork that
juice for years, may I?

Be my guest.

Wow.

I feel like I just popped my cherry again.

Here.

A little thank you very much.

- The Solera Club, what's this?
- Life-changing.

Swing by tonight, I've got a bottle that'll

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

8 o'clock, don't be late
and don't tell anyone.

I think we may have just found our Wolf.

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

- So who are they?
- They're a group of the wealthiest
wine connoisseurs in the city.

They hold these monthly tastings

where they try to one-up each other
with exclusive bottles of wine.

You must have made quite an impression.

I think Mr. Brisbane is easily impressed.

So, what did Maz have to say for himself?

Well, he said to say hi and... that
tracking a bottle of wine is impossible.

But we still have a solid lead, Cass.

How do you know that Aaron
Brisbane has the Winston '45?

Just a hunch, but it definitely turned
his head when I mentioned it.

- So what's the next step?
- Our inside man here
has a ticket to the ball.

Now all we need to do is
turn him into a prince.

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

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

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

So... I've brought something very
special for you beautiful people tonight.

But... as is our custom, we're gonna have
a little fun before we reveal the treasure.

You've each got a glass in front of you.

The first one to correctly
identify the mystery juice,

gets the first taste of the real booty.

Stems up, beautifuls.

OK, let's go through the grid, Matt.

- Grid?
- Eyes, nose, tongue and quality.

Start with the eyes.

- Tell me what you see.
- Good clarity.

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

OK, that's good, keep going.

Well, what does the nose give us?

Red and black fruit.

Olives and bell peppers.

Tar.

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

- Smoked meat?
- Smoked meat.

You're on fire, Shade.

How about the tongue? Quality?

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

- It's Ermitage.
- Oh!

It's a Louis Marchand!

- One of the best vintages.
- 1961,

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

OK, so, uh... 1 in 5 chance or 80
percent chance you get it wrong.

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

A 1982 Petrus.

Afraid not, Maddie. Anyone else?

- It's a Louis Marchand.
- And the vintage?

- 1990.
- Winner!

First taste of the mystery bottle goes
to Matt Shade, the Shadow knows.

- Oh! That's it. That's the...
- The Winston '45? How did you...?

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

You're actually gonna open it?

That's the plan, superstar.

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

- What are you doing?
- Sorry.

Hey! Stop him! Call security!

- Hey! Get back here!
- Start the car!

Shade, watch out!

Oh, my god!

I'm so sorry, Cassie.

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

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

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

- Maybe I do.
- Hey, Shade, that, uh... looks like
evidence, and you touching it.

Take a look at the glue behind this label.

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

- So?
- That means it's new.

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

Chateau Belanger used hand-
blown bottles during the war.

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

but the wine and the bottle aren't.

Which means the real
Winston '45 is still out there.

Hey! Hey! Yeah?

Let me do the talking, OK?

Where'd you get the bottle, Aaron?

Is it English that's the problem?

You lied to me, Shadow.

And you cost me a lot of money.

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

- Fake, what are you talking about?
- The bottle you bought
wasn't the real Winston '45.

Someone made a fool out of you.

You think he's more upset
about the money or his pride?

Oh, I think his money is long gone.

OK, you got one chance to make this right.

Where'd you get the bottle?

Chong's Chinese Palace?

Aaron was told to wire $250,000 offshore,
then ask for a package at the coat check.

They handed him a wooden
box with the bottle inside.

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

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

Except it wasn't the Winston.

Listen, the auction is in two days and
if we don't find the real Winston, I...

We'll look into it as soon
as the restaurant opens.

Let's get back to the agency.

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

OK, enough with the pity party.

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

Distract me, alright, tell me
about... you and the Shadow.

Well, let's see, a couple of years ago,
we ended up on the same case and then...

- he just stuck around until...
- OK, boring. Come on,
skip to the good stuff.

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

- Come on!
- Oh, my God!

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

- No! Of course not!
- You, my dear,

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

is a super hottie bad
boy modernman FILF.

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

Plus he knows vintages
like there's no tomorrow

and, I mean, he's not afraid to mix it up,
you know, when the going gets tough...

- Mhm... sounds like you're
the one with the crush on him.
- Me?

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

Really? Because if I seem to remember,
back in the day, he was exactly your type.

You mean our type.

- I remember you liked to do it in
places where you would get caught.
- Oh, my God! Don't go there.

Yes, oh... remember that one
time you snuck up to the roof

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

We got stuck up there for hours.

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

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

if I had somebody that looked at me
the way that Shade looks at you,

I sure as hell wouldn't be sitting here

getting drunk and talking
about the good old days.

Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late.

Ah... it's only three hours past
dinnertime, what's another ten minutes?

- Now, now.
- Grandpa's angry.

- Hah... yeah, no worries. I'll call Sal's,
I'll have a gigante here in twenty minutes.
- Oh!

- Jules already ordered.
- Yeah.

We're having crostini
toscana, Caprese salad,

pappardelle alla leper and
risotto ai funghi, delizioso.

Great, let's eat.

Seems Italy has introduced our little
girl to a whole new culinary world.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Finally! Come to papa.

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

Well, I thought we could
start a new tradition.

Hah-hah... yeah, but that's the
thing about traditions, honey.

They're not new, they're old.

That's what makes them traditions.

- A little help here, Dad?
- Sorry, Son, you're on
your own, I'm starving.

- This pappardelle looks gorgeous.
- OK, Dad, just try the crostini, OK?

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

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

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

- You know what? It all
looks delicious, let's eat.
- Yeah, let's eat!

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

You had a standoff with Jules over pizza?

When you put it that
way, it sounds childish.

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

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

Hah ha... I let her go to Italy!

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

Look, she's just discovering other
things that are important to her,

it's part of getting older.

Why are you so wise this morning?

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

- Not exactly.
- What did you talk about?

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

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

It's live, genius, and I'll never get
to experience that moment again.

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

He came in yesterday with a claim check.

Picked up a package.

- Who dropped it off?
- Dropped what off?

The package!

Oh! Don't know, but I'm pretty
sure it was right as we opened,

- during the morning rush.
- You have a rush at 11 a.m.?

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

And you do not want
to tangle with them.

Oh... not quite what I expected.

Try not to bump into anyone,
we can't afford the lawsuit.

Here we are.

- Nevin Ainslie, Room 453.
- Um...

well, we said we were looking for an
old bottle of wine, the Winston '45?

Uh... say those magic words
and you'll never leave.

I'm naked, but you're welcome
to whatever's left of me!

Oh! You're not Nancy, neither one of you.

Thank goodness! No offence.

Uh... we're private investigators.

Oh! You're here about the stolen scrapbook.

Uh... uh... no, sir, we're
here about a bottle of wine.

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

- Oh, I don't think you understand,
we're talking about a bottle of wine.
- So am I.

- The Winston '45?
- Son...

which one of us use an hearing aid?

Uh... I... I stand corrected, please go on.

Well... well, someone came
through here and grabbed it

when I was out playing "Name That
Tune" in the third floor lounge.

- The wine?
- The scrapbook! It had my labels in it.

- Sir Winston Churchill.
- Yeah, the Bulldog himself.

Hmm.

"Dear Nevin, thank you for your heart
of courage and your wings of valour.

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

You're the Spitfire pilot who flew the
Winston '45 over the Channel on VE Day.

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

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

and I held onto them, ever since.

Until some arsehole stole them.

Well, would you give
us a minute, please, sir?

Yeah, take all the time you want.

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

Yeah.

- If he had five extra labels...
- That means there's five
extra bottles out there.

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

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

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

We had a lot to talk about last night.

After the war ended, Martin's grandfather
sent five bottles to Winston Churchill.

Which were delivered by
our Spitfire pilot, Nevin.

Those bottles were uncorked
and finished on VE Day.

Except Nevin kept the labels
in a scrapbook since then.

And those labels were stolen at roughly
the same time as Martin's Winston.

Why would somebody steal the real bottle

from Belanger Estates when
they could just make fakes

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

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

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

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

1911, Paris.

The Mona Lisa, the most famous painting
in the world, was stolen from the Louvre.

The thief made six flawless forgeries
to sell on the black market.

So he could make six times the profit.

- Right.
- Knowing that none of the buyers

would ever admit to having
bought a stolen painting.

So we need to track down
the other Winston '45 buyers.

Cassie has a list of 60 names.

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

And those bids would be secured by a bank.

How many of those were there?

- Now I speak?
- You speak.

We had almost twenty bidders
and they pulled their bids

when the news broke that
the Winston was gone.

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

Well... what if we look at the reserve bids

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

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

Grab a seat.

Keep the attitude, have a seat here.

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

- Uh?
- Well, that makes all of them.

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

All with machine-blown glass
and freshly glued labels.

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

What did our buyers have to say?

They're all singing the same tune.

Contacted anonymously, assured
they were getting the real Winston,

transferred 250 G's offshore and
went to pick up their bottle.

- Never from the same location.
- No.

Makes sense, you don't want the
buyers running into each other.

Let's run through the drop points.

OK, uh... we got Chong's Chinese Palace
and, uh... Rona Jean's Silver Moon Salon.

Glen Manor Bingo Hall, the public library,

Century Club Aquafit,
who are we after here?

- Granny Oakley?
- Do you see it?

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

Crestfield Gardens Retirement Home.

Hi.

The shuttle driver said only one person
visited all the drop sites, Nancy Colgate.

Fourth door on the right.

Do we really believe that an octogenarian
heisted the priceless Winston '45?

I guess we're about to find out.

Uh... good afternoon, ma'am.

Uh... we're questioning
all the residents here

- at Crestfield to see if their experience...
- Sssh! Ssh! Ssh!

- Get in here, both of you.
- OK...

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

Nevin told me everything.

It would mean the world to him
if you could get those labels back.

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

- Nevin and I are...
- Oh!
- Oh!

That Nancy, yes.

Wait a minute, if you two are so close,
then why did you help steal his labels?

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

we know you made deliveries
to these five locations.

Sure, I did, as... as a favor
to my granddaughter.

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

You didn't look inside the packages?

No, why would I?

Why are you looking in my fridge?

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

- Would you happen to have a
photograph of your granddaughter?
- Of course I do!

- Shade.
- Simone is amazing.

She knows everything about wine.

So that's lot 34.

Hey, Simone, you got a minute?

Does it look like I've got a minute?

The auction is about
to begin in a few hours

and we've had to pull 50 extra bottles

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

Actually, that's why we're here,
we may have some good news.

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

At least, we think it is.

- We need your help to authenticate it.
- Because if you say
it's real, then it is, right?

So? Is it real?

Is it the last of its kind in existence?

Yes, it's incredible, you found it!

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

- Um...
- What about this one?

- Is this one the last of its kind as well?
- Or, um... what about this one?

- Or... this one?
- They seem to be multiplying.

I don't understand any of this.

I get it, Simone, you put your
stamp on thousands of bottles

for the rich and ignorant and
you never reap the bounty.

So you stole the Holy Grail of wines
and then leaked the story to the press.

Which was all the proof your buyers
needed that you had the real Winston '45.

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

But to use your own grandma as a wine mule?

That's a whole new level of tasteless.

You can't link any of this to me.

And the only thing a jury would convict
my grandmother of is a bad palate.

Yeah, maybe she's right, guys.

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

Your grandmother was kind
enough to give us this bottle.

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

Hmm... hey, do you have a corkscrew?

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

What have you done? The Winston '45!

You have no idea what I went
through to keep this safe!

It was the last one, and now it's gone.

Shadow Vintage, 100% grape juice.

Only the thief would know the real
Winston '45 was under that label.

And now everyone else does too.

Martin loaned us an old
bottle out of his cellar.

Total cost, less than 10$,
but seeing the expression

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

Et... voilà.

The one and only Winston '45.

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

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

This doesn't belong in an auction.

So are you putting it back in the cellar?

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

Not something this beautiful.

So... what are you gonna do?

I need to ask you a favor, Shadow.

It's open.

Nevin?

Finally. Did you find my labels?

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

Oh, fantastic!

I thought they'd be gone forever.

- Uh... would a 50 do?
- Uh, it's, uh... on the house.

You need something like this at my
age to... remember who you were.

About that, there's, uh... there's actually
someone here who'd like to meet you.

Mr. Ainslie?

My name is Martin Belanger.

- I think you knew my grandfather.
- Oh, my goodness!

Oh, he was a good man.

I would be honored if you would
tell me about him over a drink.

- Is... is that...?
- The Winston '45, last of its kind.

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

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

- I think it might be wasted on me.
- You may be surprised.

- To seizing the day!
- Whenever it may come.

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

- I came to give you this.
- Oh! I feel weird taking money from you.

No! Martin covered half your fee

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

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

Really? Then I will take that.

This, however... this is from me.

It's an Henri Lepagnier.

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

Only if you promise to come
back and drink it with me.

Ah... you know what?
I don't know where I'll be.

I gave my two-week notice.

What? You love that job!

I thought I did.

But after working with you and Shade,

I realized that I was just
collecting commissions

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

So what's next?

I don't know.

Maybe a wine apprenticeship
in the Rhone Valley.

- Somebody in college told me
the key to happiness was freedom.
- Ha!

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

Really, what happened? Did you grow up?

You got cautious?

You lose your sense of spontaneity?

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

You're far from boring, Ange.

But maybe I was wrong, you have changed.

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

Just saying... here, come here.

Remember, one year, OK?

Somebody special.

I thought Mom was picking me up.

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

You don't mind, do you?

No, no, of course not.

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

- I didn't mean to mess with
our family tradition or...
- Honey, that wasn't your fault.

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

Hey, I, uh... I got you something.

Here you go.

What is it?

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

For the next time we order from Sal's.

Dad, thank you!

I guess, um... part of me wants you
to stay a 12 years old girl forever.

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

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

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

Where are we going?

Almost there, honey, just a few more steps.

And here she is! Our guest of honor!

- Hey, Jules.
- Hi, sweetie.

- Wow, everybody's here.
- Hello.
- Hello.

- Have a seat, miss.
- Thank you.

It's not quite Italy, honey,
but it's as close as I could get.

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

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

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

Right on.

- Thank you.
- A toast.

To traditions, new and old.

Wouldn't you rather have a beer?

No! I've... I've learned a few things
in the last couple of days, about wine.

- Hmm... to another great case.
- Solved by two brilliant detectives.

- Wait!
- Gotcha.