Murdoch Mysteries

I'm sorry, sir, but if you do not have an invitation

- I cannot let you in. -It must be an oversight.

- I'm afraid not. - Mr. Firenzo and I

-are lifelong friends. That may be.

But it does not change the fact

that you are not invited to this wedding.

- But -- - And even if you were...

...you are too late.

Mr. Firenzo's son is now married.

Good day.

[Music continues, indistinct conversations]

Thank you for having us.

[Glass clinking, conversations stop]

Today is a special day,

for it is the day that a son takes a wife.

It may have taken my son a long time to find her,

but it was worth it.

Carissima Karina,

it is my honor to welcome you to our family.

Ah! Bellissimo!

And now to the wine.

Now, Enrico, you're not working today.

- - Si, si, amore.

Today we toast with a very special bottle.

If you bought it with money,

it would have been a pittance, almost free.

It's the age and the vintage

that have given this bottle its special character.

Its color -- the blood of noblemen...

...its bouquet

The scent of the earth...

and its legs -- that of the finest ballerina.

- Aww.

What about the taste, Papa? When are we gonna have that?

- Va bene.

Allow me the honor of the first taste, no?

- Hmm. -

Che cavolo!

What's wrong, Papa?

This wine. It...

- -

- - Enrico! Oh!

- Papa!

Enrico!

He intended to pour everyone at the head table

a glass from the same bottle.

So someone wanted the entire wedding party dead.

If the poisoning was by design.

There is plenty of wine left in the bottle.

Oh, good.

I'll take that.

For testing, of course.

Was it a heart attack?

I'm afraid not.

Then what?

We suspect your brother may have been poisoned.

By the wine?

But that is too cruel. Wine was his life.

Please, sir. We'll be with you in a moment.

And his death, it would seem.

And what side of the family are you with?

I think we can take them one at a time, Detective Watts.

It was an attempt at a witticism.

Mm. It certainly was that.

- George. - Sir.

Once you finish questioning the remaining guests,

-you can let them go. - Sir, I've already started.

A terrible shame, sir.

I mean, this happening on his son's wedding day.

It is, indeed.

I imagine, sir, it might put a bit of a damper

-on the honeymoon. - The guests, George.

Sir.

I have no idea where it came from.

Enrico was the expert.

Papa was always going on about wine.

None of it meant a thing to me.

It was all rather a bore...

...until this.

He never told me a thing about that wine.

Oh.

Enrico. Poor soul.

I'm terribly sorry for your loss.

At least he got to see Ricardo wed before God took him.

I suspect God may have had help.

We believe the wine was poisoned.

But we were all to drink --

Someone wanted to kill all of us?

It's possible.

Does your family have enemies?

Don't all families?

This was supposed to be a blessed day.

Not a cursed one.

You have my sympathies.

Is it really possible that some fiend wanted us all dead?

I think only your father.

Do you know where the wine came from?

I would imagine his cellar.

Could you show me?

His cellar is under lock and key.

And I don't have access to it.

Mm, who does?

Mr. Hatch. My father's butler.

He shared more of his life with him

-than he did his own son. - Mm.

Oh, criminy.

This is amazing.

Please...

-don't touch. - Oh.

Is that a Le Corton?

1880.

Ooh. Exceptional.

Mr. Firenzo has bottles from over 50 chéteaus

registered in the Appellation of 1855.

Good Lord. May I look around?

Detective Watts.

Are you sure now is a good time?

Of course. This place is sacred.

Mr. Firenzo thought so, as well.

No one other than he was permitted entrance.

No one?

Are you sure?

Well, Mr. Firenzo's supplier comes here from time to time,

but only under strict supervision.

- Perhaps they shared a taste. - Hmm.

And his name?

James Merchant.

He's the finest wine provisioner in all of Ontario.

In fact, all of Canada, I'd wager.

And how long has he been providing this service?

Ever since I have been in Mr. Firenzo's employ.

- At least 45 years. -

Please, Detective Watts, do not touch.

Arsenic.

A poison that keeps its efficacy for generations.

So it could have been added any time?

Yes.

But if it was meant to kill Mr. Firenzo,

I imagine it was added more recently.

After it was opened?

That's for the detective.

Dr. Ogden?

Julia.

Since I've finished my schooling, I...

You're looking for another job.

Only if you approve.

Well, of course I approve.

Thank you.

Professor Ferguson has been making inquiries on my behalf.

He seems to think that there might be a position for me

at Queen of Mercy Hospital.

That's wonderful, Rebecca.

Although I can't say I won't miss you.

I haven't got it yet. But you will.

Don't be talking yourself down, Rebecca.

Mr. Desmond.

My girl's gonna be a doctor.

She already is one.

A real one.

- Working on live people. -

No offense.

None taken.

It would appear Enrico was unfaithful.

You aren't familiar with this wine?

"Angolino."

No. It is unfamiliar.

And certainly not something I stock.

Can you tell me anything about it?

It is an old bottle.

The label would suggest Italian, not French.

I could tell you more if it was the latter.

Why is that?

Sadly, to understand the lineage of Italian wine,

you have only your nose as a guide.

Now, the French, at least with regard to the wines of Bordeaux,

are much easier to identify.

You are familiar with the Grand Appellation of 1855?

I can't say that I am.

If this were French, the label would tell you

exactly where and when the wine was bottled.

Ah.

All I can tell from a bottle of Italian wine

is that it is...

well, Italian wine.

Well, it must be special.

If you say so.

Why do you say so?

It was opened on the occasion of his only son's wedding.

It may not be special.

It may only have sentimental value.

Which is worthless.

Also, Detective Murdoch, if this wine had been of note,

he certainly would have written about it.

Mr. Firenzo wrote regularly about wine in The Vine.

He was "The Good Gentleman.“

Certainly you have heard of him?

I'm afraid not.

The Vine is a quarterly

dedicated to the appreciation of fine wine.

Mr. Firenzo, under the guise of The Good Gentleman,