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Paul : When I
was a kid...every night I'd climb up to the roof of the
orphanage, and I'd make a wish on every star I could
see.
Victoria : That's a lot of wishing.
Paul : It usually
boiled
down to one wish, really.
Victoria : What was that?
Paul : What you have in there.
Victoria : Everyone always telling you how you should
live your life.
Paul : Better than having no one telling you.
Pedro : 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. 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.
Paul : I really can't. I have commitments.
Pedro : What about the commitments to your family?
W-What can be more important than that?
Paul : I would like to, really. But I can't.
Pedro : He said you would not stay.
Paul : Who did?
Pedro : Alberto. He said, "The first chance the gringo
gets, he will leave her." His exact words.
Paul : I'm not leaving her. I'm--
Pedro : 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.
Paul : But it would just be the difference of a day.
Pedro : 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.
Paul : Don Pedro.
Pedro : Eh?
Paul : You're right. It's only one day. I'll stay.
Pedro : Right. May I? It's a good thing. You have no
more chocolates to sell, anyway. Come on.
Victoria : I thought you were leaving.
Paul : I thought it would be better for you if I
stuck around
at least until the harvest.
Alberto: Don't you have chocolates to sell?
Paul : Family comes first.
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