:05:07
- How are the vineyards? Bearing well?
- By some miracle the grapes remain sweet.
:05:12
Why so gloomy?
:05:14
People cannot sing
with hatred in their hearts, señor.
:05:17
- Hatred for whom?
- The alcalde, may his soul burn in hell.
:05:22
The alcalde? A kinder,
better man never lived.
:05:26
You don't know him, señor.
:05:28
I should know him. He's my father.
:05:32
Well... I said it, and I won't deny it.
:05:36
I've taken 20 lashes before
for a slip ofthe tongue.
:05:41
Row, row. Get me to shore.
:05:45
(# guitarmusic andsinging)
:05:53
- Buenos días, señor.
- Buenos días.
:05:55
- I'm honoured. How can I serve you?
- A glass ofyour best wine.
:06:19
- You are a stranger in these parts, señor?
- No, not exactly.
:06:23
I was born and raised not far from here.
:06:26
I am the son ofthe alcalde.
:06:28
(singing stops)
:06:45
Where can I get a carriage
to drive me to Los Angeles?
:06:47
- Wake up! Didn't you hear me?
- Sí, señor.
:06:50
This way, señor.
:06:55
Pedro! Pedro, here is a caballero
who would employ you.
:06:58
- He is the son of His Excellency, the alcalde.
- I want to be driven to Los Angeles.