(workers are picking grapes. A man stumbles to his knees, then collapses. Others gather)
Betty: Sam? Sam?
Man: Is that Sam?
Betty: Heís stopped breathing! Somebody call an ambulance! (leans on Sam to check his breathing)
Leonard: Give him some room. (checks his pulse) I got it, folks. Back to work, please. Come on, back to work.
(people begin to move back to work)
Leonard: Thereís grapes on the vine, people. Weíll take care of this. Get back to work. (louder) Everyone, get back to work!
Kristin: The autopsy just showed heart failure, but the day after my dad died, a lawyer from the winery knocked on my door.
Nate: And, let me guess, said that your fatherís death wasnít their fault.
Kristin: Right. Then he gave me this. (hands him a check for a million dollars) Thatís not normal. Right?
Nate: Thatís a lot of zeros.
Kristin: The check isnít valid unless I sign this nondisclosure agreement. Thatís why I contacted you. I want to know what they did to my dad.
Nate: You donít pay people to keep secrets unless you have secrets to keep. So, what weíre gonna do is weíre gonna find out what the secret of your fatherís death is.
(workers are picking grapes when a truck pulls up with Leonard riding in the back)
Leonard: Come on, people! I got 100 broke citizens standing outside that gate, hoping to get picked for work. You slow down, you go. I want my quota met. Hey! New guy!
Leonard: Still got to fill out your paperwork.
Eliot: Yeah, boss.
Leonard: And pick up your pace! (pounds on truck, which pulls away)
Eliot: Punk ass.
Betty: He can get a little rough. You better be careful.
Eliot: Yeah, well, I ainít the guy that... wants trouble. (takes her bucket) Let me carry that for you. Your water.
(Betty pulls her water bottle from the bucket)
Eliot: So you work the harvest for two weeks, huh? (pours grapes into crate)
Betty: Itís steady work... If you can keep it. Pruning begins from leaf drop in the fall to bud break around April. (offers water to Eliot)
Eliot: Oh, thank you. (takes a drink)
Eliot: I had a good buddy that worked out here. I donít know if you know him. Sam Knox.
Betty: Um, Iím sorry. (takes bucket) Iíve got to go.
Eliot (in comm.): People spooked out here, Nate. Any movement on getting somebody inside?
Nate: Working on it. Get me any background information you can on Sam Knoxís working conditions.
Eliot: Copy that.
Hardison: Thereís the full nondisclosure agreement that Kristinís required to sign in order to get her settlement. That thingís 100 pages longer than the one you sign for the CIA. The wineryís just trying to get her to shut up.
Sophie: And how did you get your hands on the CIA contract?
Hardison: You ask too many questions.
Nate: You know, a man dies, you take responsibility, you make amends. You donít bury your head in the sand, and, you know, make cash payments to people so theyíll be quiet.
Sophie: Unless itís the tip of the iceberg. Who wants to bet that Sam Knox is not the first victim?
(an alert shows on the display)
Hardison: Parkerís in.
Nate: Okay, Parker, talk to me.
Parker: Iím Intern Parker. Intern Parker. (looks around the winery) Nate, Iím going in. Iím Intern Parker. Intern Parker.
Sophie: Weíve been working on her long-con abilities, internalizing the character more.
Nate: Is that really necessary?
Parker: Winery interns? Iím an intern, too! All right. Iím so excited. We get to stomp grapes and taste wine.
Madigan: So, youíre the new the cellar rats. I know why youíre here. You want to learn how to make wine in the ancient tradition of the great vintners of Europe. WellÖ
(a man hands Parker a mop)
Madigan: Öthatís not gonna happen. Thatís like me teaching you Latin to go to the moon. Weíre gonna increase the output of this winery by 1,000%, and for the pleasure of being part of that, you get college credit. Welcome. (walks)
Parker: What? Wait. Is college credit code for ďyouíre not gonna pay meĒ?
Madigan: Get to work!
Parker: Is Intern Parker working for free?
Sophie: Sheís just a character, Parker.
Parker: Yeah, but I know what Intern Parkerís worth is. And Intern Parker deserves a fair wage for her labor!
Nate: You know, you might wanna dial that back a little bit.
Sophie: Dial it back, yeah. Thinking so.
Hardison: Now, that charmer we heard, thatís Frank Madigan. (pulls information up on display) He recently bought the Bee Meadow Winery. Basically, he fired all the staff and hired a bunch of part-timers.
Sophie: Whereíd he get his money?
Hardison: He used to run a chemical manufacturing company. They made acrylics, adhesives, dyes, epoxies, fertilizers.
Nate: Whatís his safety record?
Hardison: Heís got several worker fatalities. (pulls up more information on screen) Heís basically trying to pull the same thing he did there... Paying for silence. I mean, if his old company was a person, heíd be doing time for murder one.
Sophie: Instead, he buys a winery.
Nate: We got negligence, worker deaths, cover-ups. New digs, same MO. Hell, he said heíll increase yield by 1,000%. Thatís a big claim. Heís up to something.
Hardison: Well, Parker and Eliot are investigating the death. Whatís our gig?
Nate: Let me see the financials on the winery.
Hardison: Okay, so hereís the loan that Madigan took out to buy the winery. It says here he put up his wine collection as collateral. Can he do that?
Sophie: If you have a strong collection made up of certain vintages, it can easily be worth millions.
Nate: Some of the biggest cases I investigated were wine-insurance payouts.
Sophie: What is the jewel in his crown?
Hardison: That would be a bottle previously owned by Thomas Jefferson.
Sophie: Excuse me?
Hardison: Itís the only one of its kind. Appraised value isÖ priceless.
Nate: When Eliot and Parker find out Madiganís secret, that bottle is what weíll use for leverage.
Sophie: Letís go steal a bottle!
Nate: No, we... Not steal. A wine like that, a Thomas Jefferson bottle... That collection is gonna be heavily insured. So if we steal it, weíre just gonna be handing him a fat insurance payout. I think we need to maybe ride with him through the loan. If his wine collection is the collateral, letís make the collection worthless.
Sophie: If the bank finds out the collectionís a fraud, Madigan loses the winery.
Hardison: Yeah, we just take a 200-year-old bottle of grape juice and turn it into two-buck Chuck.
Nate: Letís go fake a bottle.
Hardison: Nate, this isnít what I do. I make beers, man. I donít do wines.
Nate: Madigan broomed out the old staff, so thereís job openings. Thatís the best way in. Hardison, youíre gonna make a great vintner.
Hardison: I donít even know what a vintner does.
Nate: A vintner is like, uh, the resident geek. Wine-making, itís fermentation, a chemical process.
Nate: So you just pretend that youíre making whatever it is that you make.
Hardison: What I make is beer! Did you even try my Jicama Plum Stout?
Hardison: Itís ridiculous. The flavorís just... Itís pungent, and itís amazing. And if you did, you would know that I know my beers. This is wine. Itís a completely different field. Itís like trying to play football on a-a-a baseball field.
Nate: Interview jitters. Relax. Sophieís got you all the answers.
Vintner: What paper did you say you write for?
Sophie: Wine blog. ďKay Syrah SyrahĒ. (pulls up a website)
Vintner (laughs): Thatís clever.
Sophie: So, you were the vintner at the Bee Meadow Winery until Frank Madigan took ownership. Everyone wants to know, whatís the real reason behind your departure?
Vintner: At the end of the day, you canít rush the grapes.
Hardison: You can totally rush the grapes. Yeah.
Sophie: What kind of materials do you use?
Vintner: Sustainably harvested oak barrels.
Hardison: Whatís wrong with plastic? Letís save some trees.
Vintner: Bottom line... I value quality over quantity.
Hardison: And, you know, I got three words for you... Volume, volume, volume.
Madigan: Youíre hired.
(later, Hardison tests liquid from a barrel while Madigan speaks)
Madigan: Interns... Jason Brown, the new vintner. When he says ďcleanĒ, you say ďhow clean?Ē.
Parker: But weíve already cleaned.
Madigan: Iím sorry. Was I talking to you? Intern.
Hardison: Did you sterilize it? Did you remember to sterilize it? One microbe will destroy this entire barrel. You understand this, right? All of you?
(Hard walks away)
Parker: I am gonna...
Hardison (quietly): Sorry. I...
Man: Hereís the computer you ordered.
Hardison (whispering to computer): My precious.
(Parker looks disgruntled)
Hardison (to Parker): You... I mean you. Youíre my precious.
(later at testing station)
Hardison: Okay, look. I really donít want to be here. I got things to do today. So Iím only gonna say this once. (holds up a monitor) This is a carbon dioxide monitor. Does anybody know what that does?
Parker: It measures...
Hardison: Wrong. It monitors carbon dioxide. Thereís one in every room in the winery, like the one on the wall back there. This... (changes display on monitors) reads out real-time CO2 levels. And none of you know what that means. (to Parker) You. Youíre on supplies. Get me everything on this list. (hands Parker a list) I mean, everything. Itís gonna take you a while. You get it? You see what Iím saying?
Parker: Aye-aye, captain.
Hardison: What yíall standing around looking at me for? I see a room full of smudges and a bunch of people with brooms and mops. Get to it. I donít have a mop in my hand. I canít do nothing about it. Canít help you. Iím sorry.
(interns walk away, Hardison turns around and smiles)
Hardison: Age of the geek, baby. I am the Grape Gatsby.
Parker: Canít take this anymore. Clean, clean, clean. Interns do this, interns do that. You know what? I donít think this is a valuable work experience. (brushes off Eliotís sleeve) You got a little something on you right there.
(Leonard is talking to one of the workers)
Parker: Whoís that?
Eliot: His nameís Leonard. Itís Madiganís right-hand guy.
Parker: Heís got a very punchable face.
Eliot: Yeah, I noticed that.
Nate: Okay, itís time we get you in. Hereís what Iím thinking.
Sophie: Oh, no, Iím gonna think of something fun. This isnít my first picnic with a wine collector.
Nate: I know, Sophie, but you have to be careful. This is someone who knows how to make wine on a molecular level. This isnít some rich personís weekend hobby. You canít fool a scientist at his business.
Sophie: Itís just about status. Wineís just another way of saying: ďIím better. I belong.Ē And thatís my business.
Nate: E-end of the day, some things canít be faked.
Sophie: End of the day, thereís fake... and then thereís fake. (walks away)
Nate: Iíd like to know the difference.
(Sophie turns and smiles, then leaves)
[Wine Tasting Room]
(Sophie walks in and assesses the situation, then approaches Madigan)
Sophie: Mr. Madigan. Chantale Mitchell. (holds up an advertisement) Youíre looking for a new pourer?
Madigan: HR handles those applications.
Sophie: Iím not one for filling out forms. Iíll tell you what, Mr. Madigan. I sell a case of wine, a case of wine, to any customer in this room... Iím your girl.
Madigan: Youíll never land them. These people are looky-loos. Theyíre here because the tasting is free. Excuse me.
Sophie: Mr. Madigan. I am very, very persuasive.
Madigan: All right, then. Letís start with the toughest customer here.
(a worker takes a drink of water before wiping sweat from her forehead)
Parker: What are we looking for, Nate?
Nate: The most common cause of death for field workersó
Nate: óare dehydration and hypothermia.
(all of the workers have water bottles and drink from them frequently)
Parker: Well, so much for dehydration.
Eliot: Itís been warm here for over three weeks. No oneís freezing to death.
Leonard: Breakís over! Back to work!
Parker: I do not like that guy.
Eliot: Nate, this guy works everybody really hard, but heís not killing anyone.
(Eliot looks at Dana through the rows of grapes, but she looks away)
Nate: If Madigan was willing to pay through the nose to cover up Samís death... Keep looking.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Sophie: You like the finer things. And youíre not afraid to show it. Youíre a cab man. (moves to get a bottle)
Madigan: Cut the small talk and pour.
Sophie: Itís our 2010. Big flavors. Itís jammy. Taste the notes of black currant.
Madigan: Itís fine, but Iím not reaching for my wallet.
Sophie: Letís try something different. Something special.
Madigan: I know the wines, lady. Next time, donít try to snow the boss.
Sophie: The vintner usually holds back something nice for the staff. (looks in a cabinet) Ah.
Madigan: What is it?
Sophie (hides the label with a towel): No peeking. The finer things... for a fine wine.
(Sophie pours Madigan a glass and he drinks)
Sophie: Better, right? Structured, supple.
Madigan: Tastes like money. What is it, the Ď08?
Sophie (reveals label): Itís still the 2010.
Madigan: Wait. The same one. I tasted the difference.
Sophie: No. You expected the second glass to taste better than the first glass. I told you a story. I set the table. You tasted what you wanted to taste.
Madigan: Thatís disturbing. (drinks more wine) The family that owned this place didnít care if they turned a profit, so long as they made a better bottle. They made 20,000 cases a year. You know what I call that? Small-time. Iím making big changes. 200,000 cases a year. The wine will cost me half as much to make. Wonít taste the same, but itíll be good enough. I need someone who can help me sell it. You on board?
Sophie: Of course, Mr. Madigan. (pours him another glass)
Eliot: Look for endosulfans and organochlorines. Theyíre illegal pesticides... Could have killed our victim.
Parker (looks at buckets): This vocabulary is not thief friendly.
Eliot: Just scan and move on. Clear. Itís fertilizer.
(Parker peels back a label to reveal one beneath)
Parker: Someone changed the labels.
Eliot (opens bucket): Itís not fertilizer.
Parker: Then what is it? (puts a water bottle into the bucket to get a sample)
Eliot: Donít get it on your hands.
Parker: Thatís it, Eliot... proof.
Eliot: Maybe. (puts cover back on bucket)
Eliot: We got something, Nate.
Parker: Yeah, hundreds of gallons of something.
Parker: We got a sample.
Nate: Get it to Hardison. I want it IDíd. Hundreds of gallons... That means thereís purchase orders, usage logs. We need evidence thatís gonna hold up in court. Parker, find the paper trail.
Parker: Could be poison. (watches workers moving buckets) Canít let them use this.
Eliot: You go. Iíll take care of it. (walks toward the workers)
Nate: Okay, Hardison, Sophie, start the con. Keep it simple. A swap-and-whisper campaign. Sophie, I bet youíre halfway there.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Sophie: Three quarters. (to customer) Thank you so much. Hey, Nate, I think Iím making quite an impression on our mark. (hands a bag to a customer) Enjoy.
Customer: Thank you.
Madigan: Hey. (pulls Sophie aside) Pinot sold out. So did the Syrah and the Chardonnay. Pre-orders for next year are through the roof. Letís celebrate.
Sophie: Iím dying for a drink. And the good stuff. Iíve heard things about your collection.
Madigan: I got a couple of bottles Iíve been saving for the right time. I got just the place for a drink. Come on. (pulls her away)
Madigan (drinks wine): Towerís my favorite part of the whole building.
Sophie: Itís gorgeous. Is it part of the original winery?
Madigan: Yeah, see, at harvest, carbon dioxide builds up around the tanks. Hundreds of tons of grapes and yeast-making alcohol releasing CO2. You canít see it, smell it. You just feel a bit woozy, and then... youíre done.
Sophie: Ooh, scary.
Madigan: Nowadays, we use air movers and HVAC systems to keep the levels down. But in the old days, these doors would open up and flush the whole winery with fresh air.
Sophie: Itís pretty impressive.
Madigan: Yeah, itís like the place when I bought it. Itís good for its time, but times change, science marches on. What do you think of the wine?
Sophie: Mm. Itís good. But I understood you had some really rare bottles.
Madigan: Yeah. You want to see my cave?
Sophie: Try and stop me. (puts down wine and picks up purse)
Hardison: And your button cam is now online. Okay. All right, Sophie, get ready to swap. Killing the lights at your say-so.
Madigan: Nice, huh? I pulled some of my favorite bottles.
Sophie: Bella Nunzio. Rion des Landes. 1934 Chateau Margaux. Frank...
(Madigan goes into a gated off area and brings out a bottle of wine)
Madigan: Owned by Thomas Jefferson himself. Isnít that something? Over 200 years old? I put some serious security on this thing.
Sophie: Oh. May I? (takes bottle and examines it)
(Hardison examines the bottle in Sophieís button cam)
Madigan: Itís got its own unique ID number.
Madigan: You canít open it without breaking the seal. No one can swap it out without me knowing.
Hardison: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on. Hang on. (zooms in on bottle)
Sophie: You put a license plate on your wine.
Hardison: Come on, he put a license plate on the wine? Who does that? This is gonna take days for me to crack. By the time I do, thereís no guarantee Sophie can get back in that wine cellar.
Parker (sets bottle on counter): Plus, we donít want the workers breathing this stuff in anymore.
Hardison: Madigan has to be caught with a fraudulent wine collection, okay? And how do we do that if we canít swap bottles?
Nate: Just make the real bottle look fake.
Hardison: A 200-year-old bottle that we canít swap. How?
Nate: Ah, Iím working on it. Okay, Parker?
Nate: About that paper trail... Go find it.
Hardison: Great. Got to forge a bottle.
(Parker pats him on the back)
Hardison: Test the mystery fluid and forge a bottle. Easy day. Yay.
(Parker walks away)
Nate: Now, Sophie, start the whisper campaign. Make him doubt his own bottle.
Sophie: Huh. (hands back the bottle) That Ponsot looks to die for.
Madigan: Did you just say ďhuhĒ to a bottle that was owned by one of our founding fathers?
Sophie: Frank, IÖ hm, Iím sure Iíve got this all wrong. Itís just... My old boss, Mike Biltz, he went on a crusade for five years searching for that Jefferson bottle, and he claims he found it, without a shadow of a doubt, in the collection of a Saudi prince.
Madigan (laughs): Thereís only one bottle. The other must be...
Sophie: Yeah, you think so? You think thatís possible? He put a $20 million offer on the table. He had it authenticated and triple-checked.
Madigan: Look. This is the real bottle.
Sophie: Yeah, yes, yes, Iím sure youíre right. I just... You know, wine fraud is a pernicious business. My ex-boyfriend, ah. He turned out to be a big disappointment. Half his collection was fake.
Hardison: Make the man doubt his own wine and his manhood? Damn.
(workers are handing out containers with the mystery liquid)
Eliot: Hang on, boys. Flag on the play. Boss man told me to move this to another part of the field. (puts top on a bucket and lifts it onto the back of the truck) Iíll take this. Hop down for me, amigo. All right. Iíll meet you guys there.
Worker: Okay, no problem.
(Eliot gets into the truck and starts it, then takes off quickly, dumping all the buckets onto the ground)
Eliot: Ah, hell. Thatís my bad. Iíll go tell Leonard this happened. Iíll pick up another load. You guys just go ahead and keep working.
(Eliot drives away as Dana watches)
Worker: What an idiot.
Eliot: Alright, Hardison, did you ID the sample?
Hardison: Iím kind of doing two things at once here, man. (refers to display) This SN-12 is some nasty stuff. Its chemical structure reminds me of like some kind of experimental fertilizer. Probably accelerates plant metabolism. You can get high yields faster.
Eliot: Yeah, and more profit for Madigan.
Hardison: You know, plants love it, but people, not so much. Other substances like this cause palpitations, high blood pressure, and sometimes even heart failure.
Eliot: Just like our victim. Parker, did you find a paper trail on the SN-12?
Parker: Yes, but Iím not exactly sure what to do with it.
Hardison: Ah, itís no problem, Parker. What you should do is disable the SSH shell and then delete dot log-in, and then reproc the authentication daemon.
Parker: U-um, okay.
Hardison: Wait. Too sloppy? You know what? Youíre right. Instead... ah, how about this? Try to trigger a BIOS update, and then intercept the request so you can trojan a reply. That easy.
Parker: Canít you just come and do this?
Hardison: Not right now, baby. Still spoofing Madiganís PC. Itís the last step of the whisper campaign. Iím making him think he bought a fake bottle of wine so that he has to call the 911 of wine. Okay. Last step. Iím just adding another buyer, Sophieís old boss.
Nate: Good, good. Prey on Madiganís insecurities. Heís a self-made man. Make me old money. Give me a Yale degree, a home in the Hamptons. If I say the Dubai bottle is real, who is he to question it?
(Madigan checks internet sites on his phone, then dials a number)
Madigan: Yeah, get me Dan Snyder.
Hardison: Ha, ha, ha, yes. Outgoing call to the wine auditor.
Parker: Hardison, are you almost done? Because exception 214 is about to happen.
Hardison: Thatís an automatic system wipe.
Parker: What? No. No, no no. N-no, no no.
Hardison: The evidence is about to get scrubbed. (leaves the station quickly)
Parker: Hardison, I canít stop this.
(Hardison runs along a balcony)
(display reads countdown to auto system wipe)
Parker (typing frantically): No. No, no no. N-no, no no.
Parker: No. Ió
(Parker gets up and lets Hardison sit down. He types frantically, overriding the wipe)
Parker: All right. (nods)
Hardison: So what am I looking for?
Parker: Maintenance records, spraying schedules, logs that tell us exactly when the workers used SN-12.
Hardison: Thereís no data. I thought you stopped the wipe. I did, but Madigan mustíve deleted it before we got here.
Parker: So itís too late.
Hardison: Wait, somebody copied the data before it got deleted.
Parker: Why would Madigan copy files that could have him sent to jail?
Nate: Ms. Knox, Nate Ford.
Kristin: Mr. Ford, any progress?
Nate: So, Madigan was using a chemical on his vines, and we think thatís what caused your fatherís heart failure. Now, itís not something that a medical examiner typically screens for.
Kristin: He was so happy to have the work, even though it was... He worked more hours than anyone else on that pruning crew.
Nate: Ah, extra exposure. Thatís probably why he was the first to get sick.
Kristin: Wait, Madiganís still using the chemical?
Kristin: What about the other workers?
Nate: Ah, oh, I got my people on it, but I have to ask you a question. Did anybody else from the winery pay you a visit?
Kristin: Uh, actually, yeah. A woman just stopped by.
Nate: Thank you, Ms. Knox. Weíll be in touch.
Nate: Okay, I know who has the missing data. Hardison, pull up the security footage.
Nate: Look for a time stamp that matches when the file was copied.
(Hardison pulls up footage of a woman entering the office)
Hardison: We got a Jane Doe. Iím sending you her photo right now.
Hardison: Nate, is she a friend of yours?
Nate: Never met her. But she paid Kristin Knox a visit. She knows about SN-12. And sheís going after Madigan. We have ourself an ally.
(Eliot pulls up picture of woman on his phone)
Eliot: She works out here. She got jumpy when I was asking her questions.
Hardison: Iím searching the employee database. I got a Betty Carter.
Hardison: Looks like OSHA sent Madigan a warningó
Hardison: óafter Samís death. They got an anonymous tip about the working conditions here, and somebody named Leonard put her on the suspect list.
Parker: Well, that explains why she was so scared. She probably thought Eliot was working for Madigan.
Hardison: She took the data for the exact same reason that we need it... To shut Madigan down.
Nate: Okay, Eliot, find her.
Nate: If we know Betty has the dataó
Nate: óitís only a matter of time before Madigan does as well.
Parker (points to window): Look. Here comes Leonard. Letís go.
(Parker and Hardison leave the office. Leonard enters and sees employment records pulled up on screen. He makes a phone call)
Leonard: Mr. Madigan. Someoneís been poking around the office.
Madigan: I told you no one gets near the Knox death, do you understand? Iím trying to move this place into the future. Why donít people get that?
Leonard: What if itís the Carter girl?
Madigan: Then youíre gonna have to shut her down. Iíll handle the auditor.
(wine auditor arrives and unloads his tools from the vehicle, taking them inside on a cart)
Nate: Sophie, Hardison, the wine auditor should be on his way.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Sophie: What? No code names?
Nate: Ah, uhÖ the fox is in the henhouse. Howís that?
[Wine Tasting Room]
(Hardison helps the auditor set up while Madigan and Sophie watch. Parker pours Sophie a glass of wine)
Sophie (into comm): Weíre good to go.
Nate: Wine fraud is a million-dollar business, so weíre up against million-dollar tests. There are three standard tests heíll run on the Jefferson wine to verify its age. We need to hack each test to make sure that it fails.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Hardison (now standing near Sophie and Parker): You want us to hack three state-of-the-art tests while the owner is hovering like a stage mom?
Nate: Thatís exactly what I want.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Sophie: The first oneís mine. Easy peasy. (walks toward Madigan and auditor) Frank. Your bottle is the genuine article. Iím sure of it. I-I-I just want to give you some moral support.
Madigan: I appreciate that, Chantale.
Auditor: When youíre ready, Mr. Madigan.
(Sophie crosses her fingers. Madigan turns to get bottle)
Sophie Wait, wait, wait. (stops him before he can give bottle to the auditor and kisses her fingers then touches the bottle): Good luck.
(Madigan carries the bottle to the auditor, who picks it up and examines it)
Hardison: Okay, Nate, now heís doing the visual inspection.
(Auditor takes photos of the bottle)
Parker: I like that camera. Could shove a cat in that camera.
Hardison: He is zooming in.
Nate: Yeah, heís looking for the wrong font, the wrong materials.
Nate: Any sign that itís not 200 years old. Good thing Sophie got there first.
Sophie Wait, wait, wait. (stops him before he can give bottle to the auditor and kisses her fingers then touches the bottle, focus on the T): Good luck.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Nate: Itís all about the details. Invisible film. We printed one letter with the wrong kerning.
Hardison: That thing screams ďlaser printer 2012Ē. It makes the whole thing look forged.
Nate: Yeah, well, that was the easy one.
Nate: The next two are gonna be a lot trickier.
[Wine Tasting Room]
(auditor continues examining the bottle)
Sophie: Heís testing the glass.
Nate: Wine bottles made before 1957... They contain manganese. Bottles made after that have chromium.
Hardison: Thatís because in Ď57 Madagascar gained independence and the price of manganese skyrocketed.
Parker: ďWorld ablaze.Ē
Hardison: You know, when you play Shaka Zulu on extreme level, you got to readjust your strategic economy.
Parker: Level 4.
Hardison: For real? Go ahead, girl.
(Parker takes the wine sheís poured over the Madigan and the auditor)
Parker: Wine? Wine?
Madigan: What are you doing?
Parker: Iím interning.
Madigan: Get out!
(Parker places a filter on the device the auditor is using)
Parker (to auditor): Wine. (walks away)
(Parker places wine on counter)
Sophie: Iíll taste that.
Hardison: Thatís my masterpiece right there. Wine as sweet as my orange soda.
Sophie: My teeth ache!
Parker: Is it working?
Hardison: That lens you put on there? Guaranteed. Two down, one to go.
(Leonard is walking through the grape fields with some goons, one holding a clipboard)
Leonard: Should be over here. Sheís working row 12.
Goon: Letís just get this done quickly.
Betty (to man): Paul, give me your hat. I need your hat and your jacket. Quick.
Paul: No problem.
Betty: Just take it off quick.
Goon: Weíll find her.
(Betty puts on the hat and jacket and begins to move away)
Leonard: Thatís her.
Goon: Letís go.
(goons follow Betty)
[Wine Tasting Room]
Sophie: And now for the Geiger counter.
Nate: Okay, hereís the thing. All wine bottles after 1947 have trace amounts of radioactivity.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Nate: Cesium isotopes from atmospheric nuclear testing.
(Geiger counter makes noises)
Parker: Where did you get radioactive cesium?
Hardison: The things I do for Nate.
[Flashback, Richmond Nuclear Reservation]
(Hardison pauses between two fences, breathing hard. Dogs begin barking, and he climbs the exterior fence)
[Wine Tasting Room]
Parker: If itís radioactive, then why are we drinking it?
Nate: Oh, come on now, itís safe. There are trace amounts of cesium everywhere... On you, on me... Everywhere but old wine. Which is why Hardison dipped the auditorís gloves into a slurry containing the isotope.
(Hardison helps set up for the testing, switching the auditors gloves for the tainted ones, which the auditor puts on)
[Wine Tasting Room]
Parker: So Iím radioactive? Why donít I have superpowers?
Hardison: Babe, we all feel cheated.
(the auditor uses a sensor, which makes noises)
Sophie: More clicks is good, right?
Nate: All right, not bad. Now youíve taken the oldest bottle of wine Iíve ever seen and made it look underage. Pretty good. Heíll tell the bank immediately. Madigan...
[Wine Tasting Room]
Nate: Kiss your winery goodbye.
Nate: Wait for it.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Auditor: Congratulations, sir.
(Madigan picks up the bottle and leaves the room)
Nate: Damn it.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Parker: He is nowhere near losing this winery.
Nate: No, he isnít.
[Wine Tasting Room]
Hardison: Bottle failed every single test. Howís that possible?
Eliot: Nate, (picks up hat) I tracked Betty. (crouches near jacket) I got footprints here.
Eliot: Leonardís guys got to her first. Three guys.
Eliot: She put up a struggle. Theyíve taken her, Nate.
Eliot: Iíve been shaking things up a bit.
Eliot: We put Madigan on Bettyís trail.
Nate: Okay, Eliot, get her back.
Nate: We succeeded too well. We didnít just make him doubt the wine. We convinced him it was fake. So he bribed the auditor.
Sophie: The bottle is real! Thatís amazing. Letís celebrate.
Madigan: Iím in the middle of something.
Sophie: What? No. What could be more important?
Madigan: Take the day off. Weíre closing early.
Sophie: What about you?
Madigan (threateningly): I said go home. (walks away)
Sophie (into comm): Madiganís giving everyone a vacation day.
Sophie: Somethingís going down at the winery.
Nate: His wine collection is safe. His loan is safe. What is he up to?
Parker: Nate, somethingís up. Itís the CO2 monitors.
Hardison (looking at phone): This is the winery app I made. Lets me access my workstation.
Parker: All the CO2 monitors are offline.
Hardison: So Madiganís about to manipulate the carbon dioxide levels. Iíd say heís probably going for somewhere between deadly and lethal.
Parker: He just closed down the winery. Who is he trying to hurt?
Nate: Your missing worker. Yeah. If I were Madigan, Iíd make it look like Betty Carter tampered with those CO2 monitors in an act of sabotage, then died during her attempt. So any evidence sheíd found is tainted as the work of a crazy person with a grudge. (looking at floorplan of winery) Eliot, theyíll leave her down by the fermentation tanks.
Hardison: You know, I should be able to up the oxygen levels remotely. Fire up some of the air movers... (phone beeps) or not. Madigan sabotaged the HVAC system.
Parker: The tower. Intern Parker learned about the ventilation. If we can get up there...
Hardison: We can open the door manually. Okay, Eliot, the airís gonna get a little thin. Weíre working on it.
(Parker and Hardison leave the winery. Elsewhere, Leonard and a goon carry Betty down a walkway between tanks. Eliot walks up stairs to the other end of the walkway, already breathing hard)
(Leonard and a goon put down Betty. Goon starts walking toward Eliot. Eliot takes off his hat and sets it on a tank)
Parker: How much time do we have before Eliot runs out of air?
(Parker and Hardison look up stairway. 2 men look down and see them)
Goon 2: There they are! Get them!
(Eliot and Goon begin fighting, Eliot knocks goon out and begins walking toward other goon who puts on a respirator. Eliot is struggling for breath and his vision goes weird as Leonard picks up a paddle and walks toward him)
Hardison: Eliot, hold on. Weíre coming. Eliot. Eliot!
Goon 2: There they are! Get them!
(goons start running down the stairs)
Hardison: Eliotís running out of air.
(they look at each other)
Parker: Letís do this.
(they move back and wait for goons to come down the stairs. Hardison begins to fight them as Parker jumps past them, climbing the stairs. Hardison knocks one of the men out and follows after her and the other goon)
(Leonard swings the paddle at Eliot and misses. Eliot is still having problems seeing)
Leonard: Your headís pounding, your visionís starting to go. Thatís your brain running out of oxygen. Youíll be unconscious in 30 seconds.
Eliot (gasping): Itíll take me 10 seconds.
(they fight. Eliot grabs the paddle from Leonard tosses it aside. Leonard comes at him again and Eliot pushes him away. Leonard takes off the ventilator and Eliot throws him into an empty tank)
(Parker continues to climb, using railings to climb faster as a goon chases her. At the top, she struggles to open the windows. The goon grabs her, but Hardison pulls him back and knocks him out)
Parker: Good job.
Hardison: I think itís about time Intern Parker started getting paid.
(Eliot walks toward Betty, breathing hard)
Eliot: Hey, hey. (looks into her eyes) You all right?
Eliot: I got you. Come here. (picks up Betty) Thatís it. Everybody out. Weíre done. (carries Betty out)
Nate: Iíd give that a B-plus overall.
Eliot: Have we been watching the same game? We barely saved Betty. We didnít even get back the bottle.
Nate: We convinced Madigan that the bottle is fake. As far as heís concerned, itís only a matter of time before someone finds out. Itís a ticking time bomb that he has to unload. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
(Nate and Madigan are walking through the fields)
Nate: Iíve been waiting a long time for this bottle to come on the market.
Madigan: Youíre happy with the authentication?
Nate: Your auditor was very convincing. I just wonder something. Why do we have to do this off the books?
Madigan: Itís not the governmentís business where my assets go. You know what I mean.
Nate: Sure, sure. I heard you had to shut down your winery.
Madigan: Oh, itís just a misunderstanding with OSHA. Weíll clear that up in no time.
Nate: Well, I couldnít be more pleased. (hands Madigan an envelope)
Madigan: Itís been a pleasure.
Officer: Frank Madigan, youíre under arrest for fraud.
(Officer begins cuffing Madigan, other officers show badge and pull gun. Police cars pull up)
Madigan: What is this?
Nate: Ah, what does it look like? Itís a sting. The auditor confessed to this bottle failing all three tests. You just sold me a fake bottle of wine for an awful lot of money.
(Officer hands Nate a piece of paper)
Nate: Yes. (tries to hand bottle off) Here you go.
Officer: No. Keep it. Itís fake, after all.
Nate: Yes. Yes. (walks away)
Madigan: No, itís the real bottle. Thatís the real bottle. Come on, letís go. Thatís the real one!
(Nate going over papers in folder)
Nate: In here is everything you will need to build a case against Frank Madigan and his foreman. Everything.
Kristin: Thank you. For everything.
Nate: She got there first. (looks at Betty)
Betty: Your father was a good man. (to Nate) The money you gave us, it was enough to buy back the winery. We are now 100% employee owned. We canít thank you enough.
Nate: Just take good care of the place. (walks toward Sophie, sitting at the bar) Hello, beautiful.
Sophie: The money you gave them.
Nate: I may have found a buyer for the Jefferson bottle.
Sophie: Oh. Oh.
(Nate pours wine)
Sophie: Itís not Hardisonís brew, is it?
Nate: Certainly not. In memory of Kristinís father... and in honor of good friends.
Sophie: And with hope for the future. (drinks wine) Wow. Thatís amazing. It tastes...
Sophie: You said you found a buyer for the bottle. You didnít say ďwineĒ. You said ďthe Jefferson bottleĒ.
Nate: I meant wine when I said bottle. I mean, itís not like the next buyer is ever going to taste the wine. Itís too valuable. No, of course I meant (clears throat) wine.
Sophie: You mean... we are drinking the worldís most expensive wine?
Nate: Youíre the wine expert.
Sophie: And youíre never gonna tell me, are you?
Nate: I do know the difference between whatís real and whatís fake.