Don't worry, everyone. It was just the red wine from the barrel breaking.
It's pretty good.
I don't think I've had the pleasure.
Oh, you'd remember if you did.
It's probably not the best time to flirt.
-Read the room. -Right, yeah.
Hi. Brent Davenport.
I feel terrible that I'm late especially since Julia's dead now.
I mean, she was so...
alive before.
Oh, grief.
Chief of police coming through.
Look at this goddamn Fruit Roll-Up.
Mapleworth, everywhere you go, someone gets killed.
I would never invite you to a party.
-Especially a surprise party. -I would.
Having one of my guests get murdered is worth having Miss Mapleworth
grace me with her dancing charismas.
Pilts, Come on, man. You're getting all worked up for nothing.
I need you to go to my car and get my crime-scene gloves.
Not my fishing gloves, not my miming gloves,
not my falcon gloves.
I only need a set of those one at a time anyway, it's not two.
You never seen a person with two falcon gloves.
-Yeah, I-- -Sitting in the park with two hands up?
-Yeah. Maybe I misremembered. -No one leaves.
I'm gonna question every single person here.
So none of the married people?
-What? -You said you wanted
to question every single person here, so everyone in a relationship is free.
Are you fucking with me?
-I don't think I am F-ing with you. -Go get the goddamn gloves!
Mapleworth, none of that amateur-detective nonsense.
Guess what? You are a suspect too.
Me as a suspect. That's rich.
-Yeah, that's crazy. -No, that's Rich.
Richard Belt. He's acting very suspicious.
I'll be right back.
Wish I was that glass of wine, to get so much attention from you.
Brent Davenport. And you are?
Not interested at all.
Ouchie.
Let me peep that phone for a sec.
Don't worry, my hands are medium clean.
Just texted myself so I got your number.
Watch it, dipshit.
I know I am, but what are you?
Asshole.
Stop it!
I'm so sorry, I thought you were hurting someone back there.
-It's fine. -But I do have one query, Mr. Belt.
What were you arguing with Julia about right before she was laminated?
She started using twist-offs instead of buying cork from me.
But I would never...
ever zamboni her with a barrel.
Then why were you sneaking out so quickly?
Because I'm upset.
So I came out here to do my breathing exercises
and fight this stupid tree to clear my thoughts.
Well, I believe you.
This tree seems like a real knob job.
-Do you care to join me? -I would love to.
-I'm stuck. -Pilts!
Tell me again why we're in the bathroom?
It's just a place where people don't lie and it's pretty private.
Here's Heidi.
Oh, hello again.
Do your arms hurt from running through my dreams?
Why would my arms hurt?
Proper arm swing is the key to an efficient stride.
Dude, are you try to pick me up in a bathroom?
-Yeah. -No. Wash your hands.
Oh, no, I'm a "wash before" type of guy.
Remind me to clean that doorknob on the way out.
Okay, we have a few questions for you.
It's-- It's Heidi.
Yeah. We've met before.
I helped you solve a murder.
Right, right, right!
It's Heidi, sir.
-Great backup. -How did you forget that quickly?
No, I'm just distracted by the overwhelming smell
of urinal cakes in here.
And do they call them "cakes" anyway?
Taste terrible. Okay...
-young lady. -What?
Where were you when the murder occurred?
I was in the reception room with everyone.
And can anyone corroborate that?
Everyone who was in the room.
Can I go now? Because someone doesn't know how to flush.
-You know, I feel you, Kim. -That's not my name.
Just because you're Mapleworth's niece does not mean that you are incapable of...
Murder?
-Pilts, get me another room! -Yes, sir.
Give me one second here.
You should get your schnoz out of that phone.
You know, that boy in the water closet was trying to flirt with you.
My dear, it's time for you to stop getting likes on that thing
and start getting likes from people.
Aunt Abigail, that was very corny.
Well, then put a stick in my prune-shoot and call me street corn.
Your phone can't take you out to a nice dinner
or a movie, or...
share a sweet kiss at the end of the night.
Actually, this phone can order me dinner and a movie,
and if I turn the camera around, I could just kiss myself.
Boy, your generation has answer for everything, don't they?
Yes, we do.
Brent just texted me. "You up?"
-It's 2 in the afternoon. -Text him back.
Here, I'll text him back.
Well, you're texting on the back of the phone.
-Oh, I sure am. -I don't wanna text him
because he's creepy AF.
"Apple fritter." The worst of the apple desserts.
You guys talking about Brent Davenport?
Paige! I thought I felt sudden disappointment.
A little birdie just told me
that Brent Davenport owns a rival winery called Ample Grapes,
and he's here to sniff out the competition.
It is weird that he turned up right when Julia was killed.
It's not much of a motive,
but at this point, we can't rule out anyone.
Oh, so there is a slight difference in the organic merlot and organic rosé.
Now this is all pertaining to the case, of course.
And speaking of cases, I'd love to have a case of all three put in my car.
I mean, for evidence purposes.
-Okeydokey, sir. -You're free to go.
All right.
Should I just step over the body or...?
I'll find a new interrogation room.
Who do you think did it?
Well, Mr. Belt still seems suspicious.
-You ladies talking Richard Belt? -Jesus, Paige!
You are as nosy as a bassethound in a room full of people with pork in their pockets.
You know, Julia stopped buying his cork,
and now he was so much inventory, he got arrested...
for cork hoarding.
Why didn't you tell us that before? Stop crop-dusting us with clues.
Yeah, I can't tell if you're trying to help us or confuse us.
I guess that's a mystery you'll have to solve, because I am...
helping.
Or I'm not.
I might be helping.
-I might not be helping. I-- -Get the hell out of here, you jackass!
What started this Paige rage?
Paige.
About 20 years ago...
Well, it couldn't have been 20 years ago, because she came here in 2010.
Let me see, my math is off.
Twenty...? No.
All I know is she did something.
Oh, and how there was this time that she--
You know what? I can't remember actually right now,
but on a slow day, it's just fun to have someone you have a beef with, you know?
It just gives you energy.
Yeah.
-It is miss or missus? -Miss.
Mrs. Delabouche.
-Miss. -Question.
What was your relationship with Mrs. Squift before her death?
-We were best friends. -You look nervous.
No. What are you--? I'm--
What am I nervous about? Nothing. I'm not nervous.
-What are you hiding? -Fine!
I confess. I-- I did it.
Yes, I did it.
There are crab penises in the crab cakes.
And I didn't even use those crab penises.
I ripped them off another batch and I mixed them in.
"Meet me"
"In the barrel room"?
He won't quit. I guess it's time to do a face-to-face unfollow.
Well, well, well.
Looks like our murderer is...
Is...
Heidi.
My name's Heidi.
I mean, you don't look like a Heidi,
but you do look like a murderer.