Buenos d¨ªas, se¨¾or Paul.
It's the call of the grape that robs our sleep.
When she's ripe, she calls to a man.
Give me that.
Toma, Jos¨¦.
Walk with me.
Bring the chocolates.
Here,
here!(He throws corns to the ducks.)
Jos¨¦.
Buenos d¨ªas, don Pedro.
Buenos d¨ªas.
Ha ha ha.
You know, everybody gives you advice
how to grow old.
And the doctors, they say,
Don Pedro, no chocolates.
Don Pedro, no salt
and no cigars
and little brandy as possible.
What the hell do the doctors know
about the needs
of a man's soul?
Nada!
Nothing.
Uh...May I?
Oh, this one.
This looks like my granddaughter's...
uh...
I never noticed that.
Hm.
Ohh...
Oh ho ho ho ho!
Excelente!
You know, in 1580, the first Aragon, also a Pedro,
came from Spain to Mexico
with a dream in his head,
the clothes on his back,
and the root from the family's vineyard
inside his pocket.
Excuse me.
May I see one more?
Which one?
Ah, that's no good.
Try one more.
Ahh...
That's wonderful.
Ha ha ha ha.
Come,
I will show you something.
This is the root I brought with me,
A descendant from the root
the first Pedro brought with him.
All our vines
come from this one.
It's not just the root of Las Nubes,
It's the root
of our lives,
of Victoria's life.
Now that you're a part of all this,
a part of us,
it is the root of your life.
You are an orphan
no longer.
So,
you will stay with your family,
while we harvest the fruit?
Ah...
It's a special time.
It's a time of...magic!
I really can't.
I have commitments.
What about the commitments to your family?
W-What can be more important than that?
I would like to, really.
But I can't.
He said you
would not stay.
Who did?
Alberto.
He said, "The first chance the gringo gets,
he will leave her."
His exact words.
I'm not leaving her. I'm --
No, no, no, no. I understand.
Just my...
poor granddaughter.
He will whip her with it.
She'll be the one to pay for your "commitments".
Such a pity,
Such a sweet girl.
But it would just be the difference of a day.
The most important day of our year,
the day that makes or breaks our fortunes.
that's what he will throw up to her
for the rest of her life!
I know
my son.
Don Pedro.
Yes?
You're right.
It's only one day.
I'll stay.
Right.
May I?
It's a good thing.
You have no more chocolates to sell, anyway.
Come on.