Julian: You'll be okay here, won't you?

You'll have everyone to look after you -- like Daisy.

You all right?

Yeah.

Nic: Hey, how are things going with Dr.

D?

It's really good.

Um, it's only been a few weeks.

Officer: Sir, are you currently under the influence?

I ate some brownies.

Now, I would suggest you stick to our more familiar biscuits.

It's macular degeneration.

Let's just keep this between us.

"Taste of the South."

Do you know it?

Some fancy Queenstown festival?

Louis: You'll be able to talk all about your -- your Maori heritage.

I can talk about wine, but not the other stuff.

You just happened to hire our vintner's more accomplished and famous cousin, who happens to turn up here immediately, lurking about.

Under my tutelage, you could blossom from good to exceptional.

For Oakley, I am the, uh, fox in the hen house.

They simply have not realized it yet.

♪♪ Woman: Oh, we're just closing.

Would you like to make an appointment?

Daisy: Oh.

No.

I'm just waiting for David.

Doing something fun?

Oh, dinner and... maybe breakfast.

Well, just so you know, the doctor has a reputation for being a bit of a... player.

Really?

He doesn't strike me like that at all.

Well, when he first came to Peak View, he gave me his phone number.

For work?

And he touched my hand.

Stroked it?

Caressed it?

Brushed it.

Like a sexy whisper.

Right.

[Laughs] Um, how long might he be, do you think?

Hello, you.

Hey.

Not too early?

No.

Not at all.

I'll just grab my keys.

See you tomorrow.

Until tomorrow, then.

♪♪ So... I have a surprise for you.

[Both laugh] How would you feel if you had your own drawer?

For...?

For your things.

Open it.

There's a surprise.

Oh.

[Gasps] Oh, look!

Oh!

Thank you.

It's beautiful.

It's not too much?

With the daisies?

No.

It's perfect.

You're wonderful.

Thank you.

So, what do you think of the place?

Maybe it's time I... redecorated.

I'd love your help.

Oh.

Um, well... how about a slate gray, like the mountains, but with aspects of deep, deep blue, like the sky.

I love blue.

Really?

Yeah.

Don't you?

Well, it's early days, but... ...I love you, too, Daisy.

It's been a long time since I've felt like this.

[Moans] [Moans] So, listen... my daughter's coming to town for this poetry gig.

Mm-hmm.

And I would really love you to meet her.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

You will love Sienna.

[Laughs] She's smart, she's caring, she's kind.

Oh.

And she'll really love you.

Oh.

Well... So much love.

[Laughs] [The East Pointers' "Wintergreen" plays] ♪♪ ♪ Let it breathe ♪ ♪ If it doesn't breathe, it's gonna die ♪ ♪ Let us see, if you let it be, is it gonna fly?

♪ ♪ And set it free ♪ ♪ And if it leaves you, say "goodbye" ♪ ♪ The 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 ♪ ♪ Can't outshine your radiance ♪ ♪ Wintergreen ♪ ♪ I love you more than anything ♪ ♪ Wintergreen ♪ ♪ Despite the darkness, some of these days ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Louis: So, that's the, uh, last of the pickers gone.

Yeah.

I saw that.

Are they always like that, the pickers?

Pretty much.

They're a good bunch.

So, yes, so, what's -- what's happening here?

We're checking the sugar levels, right?

Yeah.

And the temperature.

Oh.

Why the temperature?

Uh, yeast turns sugar into alcohol and CO2.

But if it gets too warm or too cold, we're in trouble.

Fermentation will get stuck.

And that's bad?

Yeah, well, it's not good.

If you can't fix it, you have to chuck it.

And how do you fix it?

Uh, you could kick-start the fermentation by adding extra additives, more yeast.

But that can affect the taste, which is why you don't want it to stall in the first place.

But we're all good.

Grapes are grape-ing.

Wine is wine-ing.

It's bubbling along nicely.

Bubbling?

Tippy, are you making a sparkling wine?

[Philippe laughs] How did you ever manage to own a vineyard?

[Clears throat] You must have won it in a raffle, n'est-ce pas?

[Laughs] Well, well.

Morning.

Morning, Philippe.

To what do we owe this, um, unexpected pleasure?

I'm just visiting my clever cousin.

Yes, well, your clever cousin is rather busy at the moment, I'm afraid.

Oh, and you are helping, perhaps?

With what?

Maybe, uh, stirring?

Well -- [Laughs] Well, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

Stirring seems to be your modus operandi.

I am not sure if you're trying to insult me, but you do have an insulting face.

He won't be long.

Good.

Well, uh... carry on, Tippy.

[Sniffs] How's the first ferment?

Yeah, it's fine.

Oh.

I have something for you.

What is it?

This is the Bidois family crest.

Your family crest, huh?

And this is our family home.

I thought you might like to see it.

Thanks.

Meh, it's nothing really.

Hey, I'm testing the Broken Barrel later.

Did you want to taste it?

Of course.

I-I would love to.

-Hi, Gus.

-How are you going?

Queenstown again?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I wish I could get frequent flyer miles for driving, you know?

What are you up to?

Oh, not much.

It's all a bit of a letdown after harvest, isn't it?

-It's quieter.

-Yeah.

Do you have to go now?

I mean, we could -- I don't know.

We could work on the rocket or... Oh, sorry, mate.

Griff needs me.

It's a big show for him, and, you know, he... he says it makes him feel better when I'm there.

Yeah, well... I suppose I can let you off.

We should all support the people we care about -- which is probably what I should be doing.

I mean, the thing is... -I'll catch up, then, eh?

-Yep, okay.

Yep.

Bye.

Bye.

♪♪ Hello!

Morning.

There you are.

What do you want, Louis?

You've got, uh... three minutes.

Oh.

Right.

Um, well, I'd like you to give me some... some wine-making lessons.

Tippy didn't seem very keen.

Teachers are born, not created.

Hilary, I need to learn.

For heaven's sake, I can't be the only vintner in the world who doesn't know how to... how to vint.

Um, so -- so what are you -- what are you doing?

Silent vigil of healing.

Full moon sun cycle of the breath connecting to the universe.

So you're gonna stand there for 24 hours?

Mm-hmm.

Won't you get...hungry?

What about bathroom breaks?

30 seconds.

Oh, my God.

Here we go.

Bugger off, Louis.

All right.

All right!

All right.

♪♪ Is everything okay?

Um... yes.

Yeah, no.

Sorry.

I'm [Laughs] Probably just a bit nervous about meeting your daughter.

Ah.

And a poet, no less.

I'm kind of imagining her in a long, floaty dress with a... a crown of flowers, carrying a harp.

God, no.

She's very down to earth.

Oh.

Morning, Dr.

Shipley.

And Daisy.

How lovely to see you both.

If you're feeling peckish, I can highly recommend the frittata.

It's superb.

Well, that's the new chef.

Yes.

She's designed a cake for our book club as a tribute to this month's book, which is "Catseye."

And we're thrilled that we've managed to get Sienna for a reading.

Yeah, I'm thrilled, too.

I haven't seen her in months.

-Mm.

-Oh.

So, your Sienna is going to be at your book club?

Yes, well, it was in the e-mail.

I don't think you RSVP'd.

Oh.

Sorry.

I must have missed it.

Oh, that's all right.

I wasn't sure if you were a book person.

Oh, well, I do read.

Oh.

Well, yes, of course you do.

Never mind.

Next time.

Actually, you know what?

I think I can make it.

Oh.

Well, that's wonderful.

But have read the book, "Catseye?"

[Laughs] Of course.

Well, who hasn't?

Well, I look forward to seeing you both then.

My apologies, Marissa, but my weekend clinics have proven very popular, and, besides, I... have heard Sienna's poetry a lot.

Well, we'll just see you, then, Daisy.

Hmm?

Look forward to your, uh, unique perspective.

[Both laugh] Au revoir!

Um, shouldn't I be meeting Sienna with you for the first time?

Yeah, well, that was the plan.

But now you're going to the book club, and I can't go.

Oh.

Don't worry.

I told you -- She'll love you.

Knock, knock.

[Knocks] Only me.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Nic: Oh, if only.

Do you want a cuppa?

Oh.

No, no, no.

I've just come from brunch with David.

Oh.

Dr.

David.

[Sighs] So, you've moved away from fertility goats, then.

Oh.

My hormones are just raging right now -- like, raging.

And Vic's been no help.

Look, I know he's had terrible morning sickness, but... I think he's just using it as an excuse now.

He just doesn't seem to be interested in me anymore.

Oh.

But tell me about your love life.

Let me live through you.

Okay.

Um... Oh!

[Laughs] That's a... Uh... well, um... David said the "L" word.

[Gasps] Only because I said, "I love blue."

Oh.

Is that Australian?

No.

No.

He misheard me.

I said, "I love blue," and he thought I said, "I love you."

And... I mean, he's perfect.

He's amazing.

But it's just, it's so soon.

Oh, no.

Time doesn't matter.

The heart knows even if the mouth doesn't.

And now I'm meeting his daughter at book club.

Have you ever been to book club?

I'm not really book club league.

Right.

I've never even heard of the book -- "Catseye."

OMG!

[Gasps] I have absorbed "Cats Eye" into my soul!

Oh.

It's by Andre Norton, and it's about a man on a distant planet who communicates telepathically with animals.

It's wonderful.

Oh!

You're in love, and you're reading "Cats Eye"!

I'm so happy for you!

Oh.

[Laughs] Um... You better go.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thanks for the book.

[Breathing heavily] Don: Why do you want Daisy here?

I mean, she's not terribly bookish.

I hope this isn't part of some "get Oakley" scheme.

Oh, of course not.

I mean -- [Laughs] -- I want Shimmering Lake to outclass Oakley on the quality of our wines, not on our social standing in the community.

[Chuckles] Which I would win anyway.

What kind of cake is it?

Oh, well... The new chef said that she adored "Catseye," so I left it up to her.

Should we have a look?

♪♪ Oh, for God -- Oh!

Get rid of that.

Oh, I think I'm gonna have to have a lie-down.

Oh!

♪♪ Well, well, well.

There you are.

I didn't think you were ever coming back.

What?

I live here.

Yes, well, one wonders sometimes.

What's that you've got there?

What on Earth.

I didn't know you were a sci-fi buff.

Well, there's a lot of things about me you don't know -- like the fact I've been tricked into going to book club.

[Laughs] I thought you said you'd rather stick pins in your eyes?

I did.

But, you know, things change.

Except now I have to read the whole bloody thing.

It's impossible.

I keep trying to scroll the page with my thumb.

Oh, look, you don't have to read the whole thing.

You just need to know how to swot.

That's what got me through university.

The secret to being a good lawyer is to appear more knowledgeable than you actually are.

I don't think that's much of a secret.

[Laughs] Okay, look.

Here's some reviews.

So, just memorize the main points, and then just chuck things in casually, like, um... like, "Anthropomorphism is the backbone of speculative fiction.

It represents an alternate side of humanity."

Anthropo-what-ism?

Anthro-- It's like when animals behave like people.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh, like -- like "Charlotte's Web"?

Or "Wind in the Willows"?

Exactly!

Or your childhood trauma -- "Watership Down"?

No.

That's very different.

[Laughs] My brain just doesn't work like that.

Daisy, you do not give yourself enough credit.

Mm.

Oh, could you come with me?

Please?

There'll be wine.

And cake, and... Don.

He's always fun.

Yeah.

All right.

I'll come.

-Really?

-Yeah.

It's been very quiet here, and... well, frankly, it'd be nice to spend some time with you.

I've not seen much of you lately.

Oh!

Yay!

Thanks.

David's daughter's gonna be there, and I have to make a good impression.

You mean Sienna?

Yeah.

Do you know her?

Tippy: Well, everyone knows Sienna Shipley.

She bulldozed a statue of Captain Cook when she was in high school.

And last year, she painted a poem about White privilege across the Basin Reserve.

Oh, God.

When David said she wrote poems, I thought he meant, like, love poems, or something.

Yeah, nah, not quite her style.

♪♪ Louis: Right.

[Sighs] You've got the book?

-Uh, yes.

[Louis clears throat] Done your research?

Daisy: Kind of.

[Laughs] [Knocking] And you look very nice.

Oh.

You'll be fine.

The last time I wore this was to a wake.

And this, I imagine, will be just as much fun.

Hello!

Oh, hello.

Come in.

[Indistinct conversations] Daisy, why on Earth did you agree to come?

Oh.

I-I thought book club sounded like fun.

Book club is Marissa's form of competitive sport.

Ah.

Not you, too?

Don, I have been known to read a book, you know?

Well, good luck, because you're the only man here.

You might get eaten alive.

But aren't you coming?

Good God, no.

I'm aiming to be as far away as possible and eat cake.

In you go.

[Laughs nervously] [Clears throat] [Indistinct conversations] I feel like a pig on a spit.

Don't you dare leave me.

I won't.

Don't worry.

[Both laugh, sigh] Oh, that must be David's daughter, Sienna.

Is it too late to run away?

Yes.

I think it probably is.

Next time, we'll join a skydiving club.

I guarantee it'll be much safer.

[Both laugh] Okay.

♪♪ Hello, Daisy.

And Louis.

Oh, what an unexpected surprise.

I hope you don't mind me gate-crashing.

It's just that, well, "Catseye" is one of my favorite books, and... Sienna!

Sienna.

Sienna Shipley, this is, um, Louis Oakley and Daisy Monroe of Oakley Wines.

But I'm sure you two have met already.

Sienna: Oh.

No.

No, we haven't.

Not yet.

But I know who you are.

There aren't too many Australian Daisies in Peak View.

Oh, that's just because we yank them out because they're weeds.

[Laughs] Well, that's a -- that's a joke, of course.

[Laughs] Daisy: It's really lovely to meet you, Sienna.

And a poet?

Wow.

Ooh!

That is so nice.

Yeah, yeah.

Uh, I-I won a prize for poetry once.

Mm.

Yeah.

In primary school.

It was a poem about a -- a llama.

[Laughs] Or no.

It might have been a sheep.

Uh, anyway, it was something to do with wool.

You know, I remember because I rhymed "wool" with "school."

Yeah, it was like, "Da-da-da-da-da wool, da-da-da-da-da school."

"School."

Although, if you think about it, "wool" doesn't really rhyme with "school."

Sienna, over here there's someone I'd love you to meet.

[Laughs] Oh.

What the hell was going on there?

I thought you were having a stroke.

Did I just say to an award-winning poet that "wool" doesn't rhyme with "school"?

Don't worry.

You're very twitchy.

Meeting your boyfriend's daughter is serious business.

Well, see, that's the thing -- I don't even know how serious I am.

I'm just gonna drink.

Marissa: She is a three-time winner of the Ward Award for Words, and her next collection, "Sell-out," will be published next year.

And I am honored to present to you all... Sienna Shipley.

[Applause] "You gave me a platform.

Am I supposed to be grateful?"

"You've taken it all, and still want more -- my juicy lips and swaying hips, my sweet Brown ... and Maori backstage pass.

This land is my platform.

The gentle swath of forest, the hungry rasp of sea, not bought, not owned, not taken, not paid for, but given... tenderly.

A woman only reveals her deepest heart to those who have earned it.

She chooses who will seek immortality between her thighs.

And you, I'm sorry, I'm afraid, but you do not get the prize."

"Even though you smile and nod.

I'll recline on this alabaster platform of your making, hot... steamy... delicious... with lashings of fresh brown clout."

[Applause] What's "brown clout"?

It's a type of pudding.

[Laughs] [Indistinct conversations] Um... I-I loved your reading.

Oh, I could see it had an effect on you.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure everyone felt the same.

Oh, don't know about that.

People can't see what's right in front of them.

Oh, um, what do you mean?

Privilege.

Oh.

People get very defensive when you point out that they're dripping in it.

[Both chuckle] So, are you staying for the book discussion?

Oh, sadly, no.

"Catseye," isn't it?

Yeah.

I studied it at university.

I've always loved Margaret Atwood.

Ah.

She's been writing groundbreaking feminist works for over 50 years.

It's remarkable, right?

Yeah.

Yep.

And the book about the man on a distant planet that can talk to animals with his mind?

Do you... No, I don't know that one.

You like to read in bed?

In bed?

[Laughs] Well, I-I... Yeah.

Sometimes.

So do I.

-Really?

-Hi.

I think you've left your lights on.

Oh.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

[Clears throat] You're fine, actually.

I just thought you might need an escape route.

The sharks were circling.

That's very kind of you.

I was starting to feel a little bit like, um... dinner.

Well, single men of a certain age are a rarity in Peak View.

But the same can't be said for the women, I'm afraid.

Now, are you one of them?

Sorry.

That was very rude.

No, um, I'm... [Gasps] Ah.

Married.

Not that it's any of my business.

I'm widowed, actually.

Yeah.

Well, I really hate that word.

I'll never get used to it.

It's very Brothers Grimm, don't you think?

Oh, you're -- you're... attached.

Yes.

Yes, that's better.

I'm attached.

Mm.

Sorry.

You're very familiar.

Do you work in the Post Shop, or...?

Don't you remember?

Wandering up the middle of the road, yelling at the top of your voice?

-Oh, no.

-Mm.

Not the David Bow... You're the police.

I'm sorry.

I-I didn't recognize you with your uniform off -- uniform on -- any uniform at all.

Well, considering the state you were in, I am absolutely not surprised.

[Laughs] Uh, excuse me.

[Laughs, whimpers] Ah.

Right.

I'll start the car.

Sorry.

Emergency.

No problem.

Bye.

[Glass ringing] Marissa: Could everyone take their seats, please?

Daisy.

Louis.

Thank you.

And I think that we can all agree that Atwood's feminist observations of the trauma of childhood bullying, as seen through the lens of an adult, are simply unparalleled.

Daisy?

Mm-hmm?

What did you like about the book?

Oh.

Lots.

Mm.

But did you know that Margot Atwood has -- Margaret.

Oh, well, she'll always be Margot to me.

[Laughs] Did you know Margot Atwood has been writing about feminism for 50 years?

Mm.

Uh, and the book, Daisy?

Uh, yes.

Bullying, wasn't it?

[Clears throat] Well, um... I think if we were to compare it to, say, "Charlotte's Web"... Why?

Well, you know, Charlotte was a woman.

And I'm sure she was bullied for having eight legs when mostly everyone else on the farm had four.

Well... some had two, uh, I think.

There was a goose.

Yep.

There definitely was a goose.

Ah!

Anthropomorphism!

It's the backbone of speculative fiction!

Yes.

That's very good.

Well done.

Thank you.

Mm.

And what were your thoughts on, um... Elaine's vision of the Virgin Mary?

Uh... I thought, uh... Well, it's nice to have visitors, isn't it?

[Laughs] Daisy, there's absolutely no shame in admitting that you haven't read the book.

Uh... yes, all right.

Well, yeah, okay.

I haven't read the book.

I got the wrong book, actually.

And I didn't read that either.

Do not fret.

It takes a certain type of person to appreciate classical literature.

I didn't read it either.

[Laughs] -Beg your pardon?

-I don't like your books.

I like steamy romance.

I didn't even crack the cover.

Well, I read it.

Oh, well, thank you, Yvonne.

But I hated it.

It really sucked.

Daisy: Well, if everyone hates the books, why don't we just have book club without them?

Plonk club!

Ah, there you go.

[Indistinct conversations] [Sighs] Intellectual wasteland.

[Indistinct conversations] ♪♪ Sorry, Marissa.

Hope you don't mind.

Au contraire.

I've never been afraid to embrace change.

Well, some of the girls were hoping to... have a turn at hosting.

Here we go.

[Women cheering, laughter] Can't wait.

-[Laughs] -Well, no.

Actually, I have an early start.

Someone -- I won't say who -- ran into the back of my bike.

Poor Louis.

He's been the center of attention all day.

I might just go and rescue him.

It doesn't look like he needs it.

[Indistinct talking] I'll get in a lot of trouble if I reveal his name.

[Chuckles] Gus: Sorry I'm late.

These were on the doorstep.

Oh!

Huh.

Tippy: We've got a lot on today.

Hope you don't flake out.

No.

I'm sweet.

I just... well... We want to spend time together, even though we don't spend a lot of time together.

You don't have to go there every night, you know.

No.

I think it's romantic.

In fact, romance must be in the air, because Louis had a bit of a moment last night with a lovely lady.

Didn't you, Louis?

Yvonne.

You seemed quite taken with her.

Have you got a thing for women in uniform?

She wasn't in uniform.

Gus: I saw her at Hilary's.

Yeah, she was having, like, a little yarn on the front porch, which was lucky.

Why is that lucky?

I was speeding, and she didn't see me.

Oh.

Hilary must have finished her healing circle early.

When I saw her yesterday, she was about to embark on a 24-hour silent meditation, outside, in the nude.

-Oh.

-That's stupid.

No.

They're her beliefs, Tippy.

No, I mean winemakers can't spend 24 hours on their naked butts at this time of year.

She's got things to do.

So do we.

[Knocking] Louis: Hilary?

Hilar... [Door opens] Hilary, what are you... [Sighs] Hilary.

Oh, don't be like that!

I know you've already broken your vow of silence anyway -- with Yvonne.

And you crashed into her bike.

And I also know you're supposed to be working on your wine instead of doing whatever this is.

What is this?

Fine!

I'll tell you, and then you can go.

I had an accident with the vintage.

I got some of the temperature readings mixed up, because of, you know... And, um... the upshot is that fermentation has stalled.

Well, can't you add some more... yeast and things?

You could still save it.

No.

It's too late.

It doesn't matter.

It's just been a bad year, that's all.

No.

No.

There must be something we can do to help.

I'll talk to Tippy.

No, no, no.

Not a word to anyone.

I know you're concerned, Louis, but you need to promise me that.

All right.

All right.

[Sighs] I promise.

And you keep that promise... or more than just your word will break.

What's that supposed to be?

It's a warning.

♪♪ David: You look beautiful.

Relax.

You didn't see me at book club.

I was overdressed, and I went on and on and on.

She won't care.

She'll love you, too.

Yeah... about that.

Um, can we -- can we sit for a minute?

Are you... gonna break up with me?

Because that is a pretty big turnaround.

[Laughs] Um... Okay, look.

I'm just gonna say it.

You know when we were talking about decorating.

You thought that I said, "I love you."

And what I actually said was, "I love blue."

"I love blue"?

I'm so sorry.

[Laughs] "I love blue"?

I'm sorry, yes.

No.

No.

Don't be.

It's hilarious.

Well... Awkward, but hilarious.

You know, I have one deaf ear, eh?

Yeah.

And, well, you've got hair in it, as well.

I remember.

"I love blue."

Well, I'm not gonna take back what I said.

But... I understand if you don't feel the same.

I don't want you to take back what you said.

And it's -- it's not awkward at all.

Because I'm... I really am falling in love with you.

With blue?

[Laughs] Oh, blue is very evocative.

[Door closing] Ooh!

Ha!

Hey, hun.

-Hi.

-Come and meet Daisy.

Daisy: Hi.

It's nice to properly meet you.

Well, we didn't really get a chance before.

Sorry if I came off a bit ditzy.

Hey.

Enough of that.

This is one very savvy businesswoman, who's turning her vineyard into one of the best in the country.

She's already winning trophies.

Well, one trophy.

And that's down to our winemaker, Tippy.

He's always been like that -- super supportive of every little thing.

When I was in Year 10, I just scraped by in a maths test, and he actually took out a notice in the local paper congratulating me.

-He did not.

-I was so proud.

I was mortified.

My mates called me "Einstein" for months -- and not in a good way.

That's very sweet, though.

Yeah, well, you know, I'm a sweet little puppy.

You are.

♪♪ Tippy, you know how we were talking about, um, stalled fermentation?

We were?

Yeah.

Is there anything else that can save it, apart from the additives?

Nope.

Are you sure?

You're stressing over nothing.

No, hypothetically, how else could a winemaker produce a vintage if they've stalled it?

Well... if they could get their hands on another barrel of fermented wine, they could re-blend it.

That way, they could still get a vintage out of it, even if it's not their grapes.

Brilliant.

So do we have any spare barrels?

No.

Oh.

Louis.

The Broken Barrel blend is fine.

So just chill, okay?

You'll taint the grapes.

All right.

♪♪ ♪♪ I need eight barrels of fermented wine.

Screwed up your grapes, huh?

Well, they say winemaking's a gift.

Guess you ain't got it.

It's not for me, actually, Rowan.

Have you got the barrels or not?

Of course.

Excellent.

For 10 grand.

What?

Are we doing business?

No.

Later, Willie!

[Sighs] Don't call me that.

You want a barrel of fermented wine?

Yeah.

As many as you can manage.

It's for a charity event -- um, a raffle.

Wouldn't you rather have a crate of the finished product?

No.

Uh, this charity represents... underprivileged winemakers.

You don't see many of them around.

Well, it's a very niche... charity.

Is Oakley in trouble?

Because if you need a few barrels to get through -- No, no, no.

It's not Oakley.

You must think I came down in the last shower.

All right.

All right.

It's for a veteran Peak View winemaker who's lost her vint -- who's lost -- who's lost their vintage because of her fail... because of their failing eyesight.

Mm.

I can give you three barrels.

That's marvelous, Don.

Thank you.

Hilary is one of us.

And so are you.

How did you know it was... Oh.

A veteran female winemaker whom you think enough about to lie to your friends?

All right.

Well, don't -- don't mention it, will you?

I'll try and rustle up a few more donations.

[Glass shatters] Terribly sorry, Don.

"It's not just your word that will be broken."

What was that?

Nothing.

♪♪ Nic: What do you need wine for?

Is Oakley okay?

Louis: Oh, yes.

No, no, no.

This is for a lady winemaker who's lost her vintage due to her failing eyesight.

OMG.

Who?

Uh, no.

She shall remain, uh, nameless.

Oh!

Hilary.

She crashed into Yvonne's bike.

She said she didn't see it.

This bloody town is far too small.

Ooh.

Oh.

Nic: Jason Momoa!

I'm so sorry.

Nic, that's totally my fault.

I'll pay for the damage.

It's just, um... I've been cursed.

Mate!

You should know better than bringing a curse into this place.

We've got babies on the way.

-I'll go now, Vic.

-Yeah.

If you just move -- just move that.

Louis: Thank you.

Philippe: Can I tell you a secret?

This is my favorite part of winemaking -- when you have brought the earth, sun, wind, rain, and grape together in a beautiful, wild, orchestral moment of symphony, but you do not yet know what the melody is.

And it's... it's the not knowing that makes it so delicious.

Eh, it'll be fine.

[Sniffs] ♪♪ ♪♪ You don't like it?

No.

I adore it.

It's good.

It's -- It's not like the Stanley, but why would it be, eh?

All wine is different -- like women, eh?

But this -- this is a very fine wine.

It's, uh, accessible, you know?

You will place many, many orders for this wine.

♪♪ Louis: That's marvelous.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Bye.

Oh.

Hey, listen.

I've, um... I've invited David and Sienna over for dinner.

Will you be around?

Well, unless that's a problem?

Uh, no, no, no.

No.

Invite away.

So, what are you doing?

[Sighs] Well, what I... Just hang on.

♪♪ Uh... Um, what?

Hilary has lost her vintage.

[Gasps] And her eyesight is getting pretty bad.

And as far as I know, she's not done anything about that other than nude bloody prayer circles.

Do you know what?

Getting old is hard.

It's like every body part takes turns giving up.

Do you want me to open a window?

No.

Oh, no.

[Laughs] No, I'm just -- I'm hot-blooded.

So, what can we do to help?

Well, I'm getting together a list of, uh, donations of fermented wine, so she can at least get a vintage out.

Aww, that's so sweet.

Well, put Oakley down for as many as she needs.

Well, we're a little stretched, unfortunately.

But I'm going to go round to Hilary today, tell her about the donations.

I don't know how she's gonna take it, frankly.

Well, would you like me to come with you?

Moral support?

All right.

That would be great.

Thank you.

[Glass shatters] ♪♪ Is it all right?

Hilary: How could you?

I told you not to tell anyone.

And you told everyone!

Well, no, Louis was just trying to make things easier for you, Hilary.

He's organized barrels of wine so you can have a vintage this year.

I'm not your problem to fix.

Don't come here again!

[Sighs] You did a good thing, Louis.

She asked me not to interfere, and what did I do?

Well, you did what any friend would do.

There's an e-mail from the Taste of the South people about the... winemakers' panel.

They want to know if Tippy is doing a mini?

A -- a mihi.

A what?

A mihi?

What's a mihi?

[Sighs] I'm not quite sure.

Oh.

Look, I'll talk to Tippy.

Why don't you have a rest when we get back?

Do you good.

Yeah.

I do feel a bit done in.

You're a good man, Louis.

Hilary is lucky to have a friend like you.

And she will realize that, too.

Hopefully.

♪♪ [Knock on door] Knock knock.

Hey, Tippy.

Got a sec?

Sort of.

Daisy: Taste of the South have asked if you'll do a mihi at the panel.

What is that exactly?

It's a Maori greeting and introduction.

Oh!

Lovely.

Shall I say "yes"?

Seems a shame not to.

Fine.

Um, is that the new blend?

Can I try it?

Not just yet.

Just got to let it breathe for a while.

Right.

Well, I trust your judgment.

You are our superstar, after all.

♪♪ ♪♪ Louis: Oh.

Very nice.

Daisies?

Yeah.

David bought it for me.

Aww.

So he wouldn't forget your name.

Oh, ha-ha.

Now, listen, I spoke to Tippy.

She said she was fine with the mihi, but, uh, I don't know.

She seemed worried.

She needs a break.

She's been working all hours.

The blend's nearly ready though.

Oh.

She happy with it?

Well, I wouldn't say "happy."

But Tippy is never over the moon about anything, is she?

[Chuckles] So... Are you gonna get ready?

Yep.

Sorry.

Can't be late for, uh... Doctor David.

You... You really like him, don't you?

Um... Yeah.

I really do.

No, I just want tonight to be perfect, that's all.

♪♪ ♪♪ It was delicious.

Oh, I just threw it together.

That's what you usually do.

It doesn't come out like this.

Louis: Sienna, would you like some more wine?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Is that one of yours?

It's The Stanley.

It won an award -- well, I mean, our genius, Tippy, won an award.

And now you're the great Brown hope of the vineyard, are you?

Something like that.

It's funny how that happens.

You're not just successful, but you're a successful Maori.

So much pressure, eh?

Are you local?

Uh, Taranaki.

Te Maunga Titohe.

I'm not fluent, or anything.

Disconnection is really common.

You don't have to know everything.

Yeah.

We're from up north.

Ngapuhi.

Tippy, do you want me to call the organizers, and tell them you don't want to do the mihi?

You don't have to.

Or maybe Sienna could help you.

Yeah.

No prob.

I'll call you later in the week?

Cool.

Thanks.

Daisy: Thank you, Gus.

Okay.

Sienna: Hey, uh, thank you for a wonderful dinner.

Oh.

It was great to have you.

Oh.

[Laughs] You're a really lovely person, Daisy.

Aww.

Really sweet and funny.

Thanks.

So, I, um... I don't want you to take this the wrong way when I say you're not the right fit for my father.

Sorry.

What?

My dad has been through a lot over the past few years, and I don't want to see him get hurt.

Oh, yeah, but I wouldn't -- He needs someone... authentic.

You think I'm not authentic?

I think you are who you are.

Well, isn't that the definition of "authentic"?

Touche.

Um... Let me put it another way -- you're a socialite who's never really worked.

Five engagements.

And now, you're at the beginning of a journey.

You're only just finding your path.

You've done your homework.

It's an important subject to me.

Daisy, again, nothing personal.

I just -- I know what my father needs.

So, perhaps it's better if you finish this before it really gets started -- for everyone's sake.

Thanks again for a lovely night.

♪♪ Thank you.

That was perfect.

Welcome.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

♪♪ ♪♪ You all right?

Oh.

Yeah.

Just allergies.

They always play up at night.

♪♪ Sienna seems nice.

And David is a... He's a good man.

Yes.

Yep.

You, uh... make a lovely couple.

Well, I'm glad someone seems to think so.

[Sighs] [Sighs] Another bottle?

Yes.

[Clears throat] That's the new blend.

Shall we?

♪♪ ♪♪ It's a lovely color.

Mm.

Oh.

Ooh.

It smells like... It smells like Christmas.

I know what you mean, but it's that -- not quite Christmas, more like... more like toffee apples at the fair.

Ooh.

Yeah.

Or sunshine on mown grass.

Mm.

♪♪ ♪♪ Oh, bloody hell.

Mmm.

It gets better with every sip!

How is that possible?

Bloody hell!

Tippy, I -- I'm floored.

You have floored me.

Daisy: When I was 13, I was given my first Gucci bag -- second-hand, mind, but it was the best day of my life.

And this is that in a glass.

It's not as good as The Stanley.

Uh... Philippe said it would be very popular.

Yeah.

Yes.

And it will.

I mean, that's great.

Right?

No.

Popular is easy.

Same as everyone else.

I knew he'd get inside your head!

No, no, no, no, no.

[Laughs] Maybe it was lost in translation.

Tippy, this wine is incredible.

I mean, it is -- it is better than incredible.

I have never tasted anything like it.

It -- It's triumphant, it's -- it's majestic.

It's a revelation!

It's -- it's... It's gone.

Yes.

It's gone!

It's What?

What?

I'm glad you liked it, but that's the last of it.

[Laughs] No, no, no, no, no.

There's vats of the stuff.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't happy with it.

So I re-blended the lot.

[Gasps] What?

What?!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪