Incredible.
That's quite a collection of Emilio pictures.
Even from when he was a baby.
Speaking of babies...
Guess who that is.
No...
It can't be. Is that you?
Wow!
Sometimes I forget how young you are.
I think you're younger than my kids.
I could be your father.
No, Crisanto Casteñeda's my father
and with a father like him, I don't need anyone else.
The pictures are great.
Yeah. - ¡SÍ!
I just need more pictures from Emilio's professional life.
We might be able to find something
in the MAWA's archives.
Come on. Let's go look.
We have a lot of info here.
Sure.
Hey.
Did you tell Candido to empty the Bella Dama barrels?
Yeah, we needed the barrels for other wines.
The Bella Dama was a nuisance.
Why? What is it?
It's sad, right?
Bella Dama was always our staple wine
and now it's nothing but a nuisance.
Yeah. It is sad.
Do you know that some wineries in Europe
blend newer ones with older wines
to improve their texture and taste?
Wow! Juanjo, thank you.
You've just changed my life. Thanks for the lesson.
But right now, the last thing I need is a speech.
Dad's are enough.
And as for what happens in Europe,
-I don't have time for that. -Fine.
I won't say anything again.
I'm only trying to teach you something.
I don't understand how we're related.
You're a brat
while I'm super smart with great people skills.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
I can't believe
you'd yell at Serena and Juanjo at the cemetery.
Are you going to keep at it?
Aurora, stop trying to pick a fight.
Sit down and have dinner.
I'm not hungry.
Let her do whatever she wants, Mercedes.
She's so busy defending her friends she hasn't realized
this dinner's in honor of Emilio, may he rest in peace.
She's disrespecting us again. That's not news.
Funny that you mention that
when you're the one who was yelling like a maniac
in front of my brother's tomb.
Sorry, Mom.
I can't join you for dinner
since Dad keeps lashing out at all of us.
Go ahead. Smile.
You're your own worst enemy.
Aurora, don't talk to your father...
Oh, shut up, will you?
I'm getting my son and going home.
Auro... Aurora, come back.
Excuse me. I'm so sorry.
-Aurora. -Roberto, wait!
Let her go.
Leave her alone.
Tell me.
Do you still have that invoice for the Montiels?
I do.
Alright.
Well, send it first thing tomorrow morning.
Oh, and try to see
if there's anything else we can charge them for.
Candido! Don't empty that barrel!
This one's Bella Dama.
I thought you told me to empty them.
I know, but I changed my mind. Just leave it here.
-Alright. -Thanks.
There you go.
-But you did say it? -I did.
Have a nice day, Candido.
"Please stay out of the baby's room."
Honey.
Why can't I go in?
Because it's horrible.
I was trying to draw a little mouse,
but it looks like a hairy elephant.
It's awful!
I can't even decorate my baby's room right.
Honey, don't be upset.
We'll fix it tomorrow.
Dummy.
Promise?
Of course.
What is it?
You look so beautiful when you're serious.
Roberto, honestly...
It was a rough day. You know that.
Yes, so did I.
I think it'd be good for both of us to relax.
Right?
Well, it's just that you know I'm not taking the pill
and I don't want to get pregnant.
Forewarned is forearmed.
No, don't answer...
I have to. It's my sister.
It's about work.
Hey, sis.
You can't just leave me hanging.
We're working on Emilio's video for the launch.
Just wait a sec.
Go ahead.
Aurora, I just sent you an email with the latest version.
Check it and tell me what you think.
Great.
I'll check it right now. I just hope it's finally ready.
Damn you, Paloma, and damn you, Emilio!
No, no, no...
Don't. Please...
No, no... Please!
No!
What's wrong?
I was being followed. They wanted to kill me.
Who's "they"?
I don't know. I couldn't see their faces.
It was a nightmare.
One of those crazy dreams or something.
I need some air.
2011 Viña del Rio Merlot.
Very good choice, Luis. It's a great wine.
The food's ready!
Yum!
Yeah!
Paco, bring me the bottle.
You want some?
He'll never call you dad, huh?
Tacos!
Everything looks delicious, right?
Yeah.
Thanks.
My feet hurt.
What...
Thief!
Juanjo! What are you doing?
Are you going to kill him?
Serves you right, thief!
Call Susan. Go call Susan!
Let them handle it!
Look, honey. We'll sleep here.
The next day...
You're going to pay, you son of a bitch.
Damn! Someone beat me to it.
Let's see if this is right.
"When we baptized Emilito,
we felt the Martinezes, the Casteñedas, and the Montiels
were becoming one big family..."
No, that's ridiculous... What can I write instead?
Sweetheart, I'm glad you're here.
Crisanto asked me to say a few words
at the launch party for Emilio's wine.
I need your opinion.
Before you tell me anything, read this.
Your buddy Crisanto sent it.
Exactly.
He's charging us for helping with the harvest.