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Deep ruby… violet hues.

Red fruit… blackberry…

It's fresh, very young.

- From this year. - Follow your gut.

Merlot…

Uco Valley…

Two thousand… four.

Your turn.

Rosy red.

Cherry, cinnamon, pepper…

Italy.

It's a Sangiovese… '97?

It's the one my dad makes for everyday drinking

and he doesn't know what grape he uses.

Your dad knows more than he lets on.

I signed the guest book.

With the same old joke?

No.

It's amazing, this wine is a quarter of a century old, like me,

but it seems it was bottled yesterday.

Will you ever tell me what that little game of yours means?

Promise you won't laugh?

I promise I'll try not to.

You know, every wine is a snapshot of the moment it was created:

That year's weather, how it affected that vineyard,

the winemaker who made it, the people who bottled it.

And when you uncork it, you get in touch that world again.

So, in a way, inside the bottle

it's always the year that's on the label.

And I think of something I would've liked to change in my life that year…

And I send myself a message to the past.

- Does it work? - No.

But once it's inside,

I let go of the matter, and stop regretting some of my decisions.

So, when are you leaving?

How did you know?

Well, there's something in your gaze, in your silence…

I left the laptop open on the School of Sommeliers website, right?

That also helped, yes.

I thought you'd stick around until I was 80,

so you could repay me for all those diaper changes.

I'd have loved to.

But the sommelier course finally opened in Buenos Aires, so…

- You're gonna do great. - I'll need your help, though.

They'll teach me to pair wines with food, not with records.

That's not an easy art to teach.

A Cabernet with a strong attack.

A combination of fruit, red pepper,

a touch of leather…

The Police, Reggatta de Blanc.

An energetic start, and a combination of Rock, Reggae and New Wave.

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

It's got high acidity, black pepper,

licorice, lavender…

Very nice, but will you pour me some? I've got a dry mouth.

Come on.

That's it.

Lavender.

- Don't be stingy, pour me some more. - Listen, asshole.

This is a high-end wine

with a much more sophisticated production process

than the one your mom went through to bring you into this world.

So if you want to get wasted, go to the corner store,

they have a cheap boxed wine you'll love, Dry Mouth.

I always tell myself "no more events," and I keep coming back.

Well, we need the money to eat, right?

I don't know, eating is overrated.

I already came to terms that this will be my life:

Serving wine to idiots who can't appreciate them,

until I slowly vanish into exile.

Or cirrhosis, whatever comes first.

I can't resign myself to that.

Well, there's a way to change things.

No, no more tournaments for me.

If my dad is watching me from somewhere,

I don't want him to see me fail again.

Only one person can cook like this.

Oh, no.

Remember how you used to complain

that he was too basic, literal-minded…

Don't be dazzled by his very,

very noticeable charms.

- Should I talk to him? - No.

No, no way.

You're right.

Poc Chuc.

You managed to sneak a Mayan dish into a wine event.

I thought you were still in Napa.

What are you up to?

I had a baby.

- Oh… - Yeah, his name is…

- Dee Ann. - Dee Ann?

We had him before "the end."

Oh, you're still with that apocalypse thing.

You already know the mother.

Yes, of course.

I introduced you when you were my boyfriend…

And you were my friend.

Want me to go get the pots?

Please note the one on the table is mine.

You may end up keeping that one for yourself.

Take this.

- I wish you hadn't gone away. - I wish you had waited for me.

I didn't know you were coming back.

Okay, I have to leave you.

You get on with it.

I'm doing the catering in the tournament finals. See you there?

No, no. I participated back in 2015

and I lost over something stupid.

Well, but this is the time to take the world by storm,

before Nibiru gets here.

The planet that's hitting the Earth.

Then what's the point in studying?

You can't leave unfinished business.

It's hard to be successful on the first attempt.

I failed so many times to get this Beef Wellington right.

So when the chef said "just right," that was really important to me.

You understand what I'm saying?

Yeah, maybe I could give it another try.

No, I'm saying it has to be just right.

To avoid salmonella.

Hi, I'm Gabriel Corrado.

You know me from hit soap operas like "Perla Negra" and "Luna Salvaje."

Now I want to invite you to a new, fascinating world,

the 2019 National Sommelier Tournament.

Will you join me?

This is one of most demanding competitions in the world,

and it requires great preparation.

Candidates will have to identify more than 10,000 varietals

from the 4,000 regions

in the 80 countries that have been producing wine for over 200 years,

have an extensive theoretical knowledge,

and, of course, offer an excellent service.

Only a handful of brave men and women will dare face the challenge.

And only one person will conquer it.

Are you up for it?

REGISTER NOW!

Your attention…

- Do you prefer an aisle seat? - Yes.

Boarding gate number six. Thank you.

Going for the rematch?

I'd have been happy not running into you.

Next.

Look, we're sitting together. 11-B and 11-C.

I call that fate.

I call that Elena, the lady who bought our tickets.

Fun fact:

If you ask, they'll let you visit the cockpit.

That's nice.

Maybe I'll consider it when I turn 11.

Or tomorrow, when you turn four-o.

How'd you know?

If your birthday is the same day it was 4 years ago, it'd be tomorrow.

You don't remember, but I captured that moment.

No, that could be anybody.

You were leaving with Leandro.

How do you know my ex's name?

Because he stole you from me just as I was starting to grow on you.

- I doubt it. - It's crazy…

It was a very special moment for me and you don't even remember it.

Remember I was dating Laura, the tournament winner?

We weren't getting along,

but when I had that conversation with you,

I had an epiphany: If I could feel something as deep

and as strong for someone, I won't settle for less.

- So we broke up. - Good for her.

She got back on her feet in no time.

She even slept with someone that very night.

Someone famous.

That actor, Gabriel Corrado.

I hate him.

I can't watch his soaps now.

You used to?

No… Maybe one or two.

We have a lot of events this week ahead of the grand finals.

Elena, I have a lot of studying to do, so no, thank you.

Well…

- Welcome to The Diplomatique. - Thanks.

I booked room 237 via e-mail.

Can I ask why that room in particular?

Because last time I booked room 217, and it was next to the breakfast area,

so the coffee odor messed with my sense of smell.

Hi, I'm Gabriel Corrado.

- Okay. Room 237. - Thank you.

Can I buy you lunch?

This is your last day being 39.

Haven't we had enough interaction for one day?

One of the most influential figures…

He's an author, oenologist, critic,

master of wine,

and also the owner of the biggest Premier Grand Cru Classé collection,

the most important wines from Bordeaux.

Mister Miguel Renard.

- Elena! - Such a pleasure!

- Such a pleasure. - Thank you. It's been eight years

since I began my Renard Wineries dream.

And this Thursday, we are introducing our new blend

in tribute to a certain lady who's been putting up with me

for almost two decades,

the 2019 Mariel.

I'd like to point out that I'd have never realized my vision

without the financial support from my partner,

the actor… or former actor, whatever,

and master of ceremonies on this tournament, Mr. Gabriel Corrado.

Actor, not former actor.

- Actor. - Yes, actor.

Eight years ago I was about to invest everything I've earned

from the residuals of my soap opera reruns

on a movie that would have put me back on top.

Well…

But Miguel convinced me

to invest in the very hip wine industry.

And here I am,

hosting events.

What the hell am I doing here? I honestly don't know.

An actor of Gabriel Corrado's stature has accustomed us to his humor.

- Should I ask for a restraining order? - Too much interaction for one day?

I don't know, is it still the same day?

It depends on which logic you use.

ATM's are reset according to banking hours.

So it's another day.

Such a pleasure to see you again.

The pleasure is all yours.

You're aging like a good sherry,

dry, complex, the same acidity as always,

and a very late sweet aftertaste.

You are more like a table wine someone forgot at the pantry,

with a cloudy appearance and vinegary taste.

And in spite of your hostility,

I must admit that I miss you very much.

These events aren't the same

if we can't sneak around the corners for a stolen kiss.

Good thing I came to my senses,

and you're still happily married.

That's officially over.

Is that why you've honored her with a wine?

Yes, it's just a nice gesture, that's how I am.

But I've already instructed my lawyers to complete the divorce proceedings.

You've been instructing them for the past ten years.

They've gotten more instruction from you than from their universities.

Leandro Beccar, how do you do?

I've been trying to seduce you with my catalogue for years.

It's no easy feat to surprise a collector of your stature,

but I have some labels that might interest you.

I'm sorry, I only buy at official auctions.

Check my website. You'll be surprised.

And I'm sorry, I need to take her. She's got an interview with Le Monde.

- What? - Le Monde.

Le Monde?

Yes, nothing better than an ex to avoid another ex.

I don't know how you afford the wines you sell,

but when we dated, you paid with Groupon.

Let's say I got a lucky break.

Just imagine if we were partners, we would be dynamite together.

No, we were too explosive for my taste.

Maybe as a couple, but we should have focused on the business.

You're probably doing great as well, right?

I can only speculate, because you blocked me on all socials

- and I lost track of you. - We needed to end that vicious circle.

I'd love to accompany you as you cross the 40 line

and remember the old times

as we drink an '79 Dom Pérignon.

I'll be waiting for you.

I don't know how you do it, but it's identical.

I tried to replicate the process your dad used to do with those grapes,

whose name we will never know.

Every time you sent one to me for my birthday,

it was the best gift.

I made four vintages that produced very few bottles.

The plant was old and it bore fruits every two years,

until one day it said enough.

I was waiting for the five years of ageing that Renard suggested, but…

One doesn't turn 40 every day.

Please, don't say that number, because I start taking stock

and I regret almost every decision I've made in the last ten years.

It's probably not that bad.

Before he died, he asked me to spend some days together.

But some business trip came up

and I had the great idea to tell him to leave it for later.

This old rascal hid his illness from us so that we didn't treat him any different.

If you had come, you wouldn't have been able to do anything.

I would have given him a hug.

But regretting is a waste of time.

Well…

Dad had his own self-help technique.

Because inside the bottle…

…it's always the year that's on the label.

It's unbelievable.

Will you shut the door, please?

The coffee messes with my sense of smell.

You think I'm an idiot?

That's a trick question.

I just ran into Renard, he ignored me as usual,

but when I told him I was partnering with you,

something stirred in his eyes.

- And I'd swear also in his crotch. - I've got no time for this.

I always assumed you had an Electra complex with him,

but then I thought, "No, she's a sommelier,

- "she should have better taste." - I'm dating you, which proves otherwise.

- Did you know he's still in love with you? - Where did you get that from?

Well, from certain gestures,

and from a message he sent you yesterday that says, "I'm still in love with you."

Really? You are sick.

- And Renard is obsessed, what can I do? - Take advantage of it.

He spends millions in wine. My catalogue could pique his interest.

So, you want me to use him to get his money.

You hide yourself in your studies, all this shit,

while the world continues to spin. Look at your dad's ranch.

What's it got to do with this?

You don't engage with the real world. The land was revalued.

You could reinvest it. Coming!

Really? In what? Our partnership?

Not necessarily, but just picture the momentum that could get us.

How do you know it was revalued?

I've been speaking to several realtors

and there's a great interest in building a boutique hotel.

Your candles are melting, want to make your wish?

I want you to leave.

- You have two left. - They are the same as the first one.

The fee for the cake.

Do you know how you'll ruin my life this time or will you improvise?

The "thing" didn't expire after six years?

That "thing" is burned into my retinas forever.

I agree.

I've relived it a million times in my head, and you know what?

- Looking back, it was magic. - Tragic, you mean.

Look, we'll never discuss the "thing" ever again,

or any subject, for that matter, okay?

- The car's here. Shall we go? - Yes.

Oh… Laura, a colleague. Denise, my girlfriend.

Sorry, the other way round.

Where did you two meet?

At an event, it was a brief encounter.

Not brief enough for my taste.

I sense some weird energy here.

Hi!

Be advised that I'm not planning to go easy on you.

This tournament is mine, alright?

And you know I don't care it's your birthday. Let's go.

For the final challenge, you have to fill all the glasses

with the same exact amount of wine,

not a drop more or less once you're finished.

Understood?

Go!

In order to achieve excellence,

the key is to learn to see.

I, as an actor, have been trained in observation.

As well as in singing, dancing, sword fighting and horse riding.

Although the entertainment industry fails to recognize it.

A sommelier of excellence

should have seen the stain on one of the glasses,

which makes it inadmissible to the guest.

One of you put it aside, and so,

the winner of the 2015 National Sommelier Tournament is…

Laura Ferrer!

Dear 2015 Denise,

2019 Denise speaking.

Here are some things you should know about that night.

In the final round, there's a stain in one of the glasses.

Failing to detect it leaves you out of the contest.

Then, when you go to the bar,

Isabel stays at her room and she drinks a bottle of whiskey

with sedatives, which almost kills her.

Get her out of there and take her with you.

Stop it. I'm with someone.

His name is Johnny, he wears a top hat

and sports a blue label.

Why don't we go out for a while?

And worst of all,

Leandro goes to find you, you drink Amarone with him,

you make up, and so begin the most toxic years of your relationship.

Dare to stick by the break-up. Choose healthier relationships.

…who are the "panel of judges"…

Hey, you came.

No, I'm a hologram.

How much longer will I have to carry the stigma of the "thing"?

Shouldn't you be up there celebrating with your girlfriend?

She needs her space, I want to ask her for some time.

We're Einstein's favorite couple.

Because of the Theory…

Are you always this nerdy, or only when you're awake?

Are you always this mean, or just when you lose a final?

Besides losing the final in a very humiliating way,

I also broke up and I ran into you…

This is my second worst birthday.

- What's the first? - 2009, by far.

You were there for both.

I see a pattern.

Which I'm about to break.

I ordered it in case you came.

Happy birth...

Was it you?

No, I don't know what this is, looks like your handwriting.

I was only trying to help you.

And let's admit you become touchy when it comes to the ranch.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

And I'd love to top your birthday off with a surprise.

You're going to invite me to drink…

Amarone?

How did you know?

I'm very connected with myself.

You put a candle on a stale panettone for my birthday

and you buy a cake for this chick with her name on it?

I am eating it, so technically

I bought myself a cake…

With her name on it.

Look, what a coincidence. Want a piece of your cake?

Huh?

Congratulations, champ!

Thank you!

Renard is holding a private cocktail at his ranch,

and, of course, the winner is invited.

- What do you say? - Yes, of course, it's an honor.

- Enjoy the cake. - Bye.

Let's go.

I had such a weird night.

Not as weird as mine, rest assured.

I swear mine is weirder.

You wouldn't believe it.

Gabriel Corrado is sniffing my girlfriend's hair.

I found a message in this bottle that could be written by my future self.

See? Told you you wouldn't believe me.

Scientists talk about this, you know?

Wormholes.

Shortcuts that connect two moments in time.

But they look for them in space, not in a bottle of red.

Too bad I didn't find it before, because here it says

that there would be a glass with a stain in the finals.

Excuse me, who told you about the stain on the glass?

Huh?

If any of the members of the organization leaked the information,

that would jeopardize the transparency of the competition.

That should be reported.

You're amazing.

- No… - I love it, you look so genuine.

What, you didn't pay the electric bill?

Looks like a voltage issue.

What's going on?

I have no clue.

I'm sorry, what just happened with the blackout?

You mean when you take the card off the switch?

Yes, the power goes off in the room.

How did I get here?

I don't know, I saw you come out of the elevator.

Hi, I'm Osvaldo Laport.

You know me from hit soap operas

like "Más allá del horizonte" and "Campeones".

But I want to take you to a different world,

the 2019 National Sommelier Tournament.

Come with me.

Who does it better? Me or him?

That opportunist would've never gotten here if it wasn't for you.

Relax, I don't hold a grudge against you

because of the unjust accusation that brought me public shame,

my cancellation,

the accusation of stealing information from the tournament,

the nickname "Gabriel Corrupto."

You must be mistaken.

Tell me, did you enjoy it?

How did you feel when my award was taken away from me

thanks to your little lie?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I never wanted you to find out like this, okay?

I left him multiple times,

but he manipulates me into getting back together.

You know he can be a very insistent guy,

so he starts talking and all of a sudden

you fall into his web, and you don't understand how...

Where is all my stuff?

What?

- What are you doing here? - What are you doing here?

You left him long ago, and you seem okay. I thought you wouldn't mind.

But if you do, you know what? You can have him.

My gift to you. All wrapped up.

You two are…?

Why don't we leave this for later and you lend me a hand?

No, this mess is yours. You fix it.

You know how much you can get for this?

Yes, between ten and twelve years.

Without parole!

Don't add fuel to the fire, okay?

A client you referred reported us.

He claims we sold him a fake '61 Latour.

But that bottle was legit.

But the wine inside wasn't.

It was an aged wine,

but the client was too dumb and ignorant to appreciate it.

Why are you discarding them, then? Tell her the truth.

It's an isolated allegation that will surely go away.

And in the very unlikely case some prosecutor picks up the case

and starts retracing the connections,

it may eventually lead back to you.

Excuse me, there are two people in my room

and my stuff is no longer there. Could you check room 237?

Two-thirty-seven.

Yes, Isabel Bianchi and Leandro Beccar.

No, that's my room, Denise Conti.

No, you're in room 217.

No. Maybe you'll remember this.

Yesterday you checked me in. I booked room 237 via e-mail

because of the smell thing, remember?

You must've mixed them up, they are similar numbers.

Does this affect our sense of smell?

What are you doing, you idiot?

What's wrong, Goofy-wooch?

What Goofy-wooch?

Did you drug me

and take me to the hairdresser?

Are you still mad about last night?

Back off.

- Can I... - Back…

Off.

There's a guy who's obsessed with me. Call the police.

Okay.

Here he comes, it's him.

I'm sorry, but you checked in together.

No, we arrived together, but we're not together.

- I understood you were together. - You misunderstood.

Sorry, I must have been confused by all the kissing.

Is this a hidden camera prank?

Love, I think I know what's going on.

Yes, you're having a psychotic break

and so am I, but don't call me that.

This will sound crazy,

but you sent a message to your 2015 self and she got it.

Look.

Where did you get that?

You wrote it a while ago, but we've had this for four years.

You followed your own advice

and your present changed, but your new memories weren't updated.

You're in a transition between the present you knew

and this version,

which is new to you, but for the rest is regular life.

No way, I hated you.

But I made you change your mind, here, on the night of the 2015 finals.

No, I already told you that could be anyone.

See? I don't play tennis.

Tennis doesn't end with "E".

It's our couple name, like "Brangelina".

Denise, Tomás… Tenise.

I would have never agreed to that idiocy.

- What are you doing at my place? - I've lived there for three years.

Gross.

- No, we're trying to get pregnant. - Impossible.

- I don't want kids. - If it's a girl, Aurelia.

I'd never choose such a horrible old-lady name.

It was my mom's name.

And if it's a boy, Mateo, like your dad.

Our engagement ring.

Your message didn't account for chance,

people's unpredictable reactions or their ramifications.

I need to get some fresh air.

Or are you heading to the wine shop to send yourself a message

further back in time to undo what you did?

I can do that?

- No. - Tell me how to fix this.

For what we've learned all these years,

that wormhole only works with that wine

with a message sent by you and once per vintage.

You already used the 2015.

And I bought all the bottles of previous vintages from Alfredo.

Including 2013.

Why 2013?

In case you ever got the lousy idea

of sending yourself a message to save your relationship with David.

I can't believe you don't remember!

Last night we started my birthday drinking a 2015 Denise.

If I'm not senile,

the last time we saw each other was

during the tournament four years ago.

No, I saw you last night.

I think I had one glass too many

and I played that game Dad used to play with the bottle.

But the message actually reached 2015

and reality changed.

Anything about this sound logical to you?

Yes, that part about you having one glass too many.

No, I'm serious. The lights went out

and I appeared at the hotel

with a guy I barely know.

I hope you wore protection.

It's like they say, if you step on an insect in the past,

the present changes.

Find out what insect we have to step on

to prevent the existence of Reggaeton.

Are you sure you don't have a 2009?

No, Denise.

We drank the few bottles we produced that very year.

And the 2013?

Your boyfriend took the only bottles left.

But if I remember correctly,

I think that before that, I sold a few bottles to Don Antonio's restaurant,

your dad's favorite.

This guest book is the same as always?

Yes, ever since we opened.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, NOSY? (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) DAD

The last one.

Renard fell just short with five years.

It's aged wonderfully.

2013? You said you had none left.

I'd sold this one before.

- Please don't do it. - I didn't choose any of this.

Yes, you did.

That's the bad thing about this system. You don't remember you did.

But if you send it, it's as if none of this ever happened.

Great, that's the whole point.

You're idealizing David.

You chose the job in Napa for a reason, right?

If I regret something in my life, it's two things.

The first one cannot be changed.

Apparently, the second can be, thanks to this absurd little game.

I need to try.

Last night you told me, "Nuzzly-wooch,

our relationship is infinitely better than what I had

with David."

"Nuzzly-wooch"?

I call you "Goofy-wooch" and you call me "Nuzzly-wooch." It just stuck.

I'm gonna have to send it.

Open them.

Wow.

Wow.

I always dreamed of having my own…

Aboriginal man sodomizing a dog.

It's a Mayan ritual to celebrate life.

That's what we're doing today, on your birthday.

I hope that not this way.

Look, I love your hobby

and all these things,

but it wouldn't hurt getting something

post-Christopher Columbus from time to time.

No more pre-Columbian gifts.

- Beautiful. - Right?

Tertiary aromas appear.

Like incense… smoke…

- leather… - Melted wax…

Candles burning…

On a cake…

With 34 candles…

- How dare you come here? - Why don't you pick up the phone?

Are you that busy with that little cook?

- Don't be contemptuous. - No, with all due respect. He's a…

A…

He's a fucking asshole. I can't believe he seduced you before my eyes

making you try tamales and corn tortillas.

- Sorry, you came to talk about him? - Not at all.

I'd be an idiot if I had come to talk about him. I'm here…

I'm here to bring you a present, something very spe...

I find it hard to believe you decided to trade

the most refined palate in Ibero-America

for the imbecile that made hors d'oeuvres at my events.

David might not be a savant like you...

He's learning to read and write, good for him.

But he's a good guy.

Mussolini used to rescue dogs.

He's age-appropriate for me.

- Define appropriate. - He's single.

I'm separated, if you're interested.

I'm not.

No.

In a bit.

Me too.

Was that Mariel?

No.

It said "Mariel".

- It was a different Mariel. - You have a fetish for that name?

Are you jealous?

What did she say to make you answer "me too"?

Nothing.

So, she remained silent

and out of the blue, you said "me too"?

She said,

"I'm fed up with all these divorce proceedings."

And I said, "Me too."

- So, it was Mariel. - So, you're jealous.

- Know what? I have to go back. - No. You're right. I'm sorry.

Okay, I apologize.

Well, my friend Richie urgently needs a beverage director

for his restaurant in Napa Valley.

What was I supposed to do?

He's my friend.

I had to recommend the best.

Keep going.

No more pre-Columbian gifts.

This is your true birthday surprise.

Open.

I always passed by this place.

It looked abandoned, the location is perfect. So…

I had to put a deposit on it.

It's going to be the first Mayan cuisine restaurant in the country.

Happy birthday, love.

You know… No.

I wanted to tell you something that came up today and...

Why are you singing?

It's all yours, Banana.

Would you do me the honor to be my wife?

I've just received a proposal.

Right, and I'm waiting for the answer.

I was offered a job at Napa Valley, I can't say no.

It's a very important, established restaurant.

This would be like starting from scratch, a huge risk.

We're not that good with numbers.

Speak for yourself. I am good.

Seven times eight?

Don't change the subject.

Banana, will you shut up!

But we can travel, visit each other.

Right, we'll travel a few times a year, as the relationship fades away.

I think it's feasible.

I don't think so.

I'm telling you, yes!

Congratulations!

Thank you for coming.

Especially my family, who took a bus from Chile.

But Denise accepted a very important job in Napa Valley,

so we all have to be very proud and happy for her.

Now, I'll have to ask you to please leave us alone. Thank you.

Wow! Congratulations!

Sis.

Don't forget about this mere mortal who,

while you're there at the Mecca,

is still serving wine here at lousy events.

I'm so happy.

- Thanks. - So happy for you.

Well…

That little statuette of the Aboriginal man

with the dog is so nice.

It's very interesting.

David, Ana.

I'm so glad someone knows how to appreciate a Mayan cultural relic.

Well, leaving aside the 2012 prophecy fiasco.

That's a misinterpretation we're analyzing with some archeologists,

but we can discuss it later.

Sure.

I think you have to go ahead with the restaurant.

Plus, you've got my friend Ana who studies Culinary Arts, she can help you.

Come on, we've had a good run until now.

Right? What was it, six fun months?

We met two years ago.

Right, right…

But from when I left Renard and…

We became exclusive…

We weren't exclusive before?

Define exclusive.

Don't do this, you know I don't have a dictionary at hand.

You know, I think you dated Renard

because he had no place in his life for you.

That allowed you to have one foot outside of the relationship.

With me it was the exact opposite. Since you never took me seriously,

you always had one foot outside, and now you decided to take the other one.

Because there's nothing more important than work in your life.

It's as if you need to prove to someone how far you can go.

That was amazingly mature.

I feel very underestimated by you.

You're "underestimatifying" me.

We need alcohol.

For a chef, you have very poor taste.

Yes, the sauce tastes sour, I knew it.

"The job in Napa sucks.

Richie has a strange obsession with wood.

And the worst is he's involved in a pyramid scheme.

Putting him out of business and leaving you unemployed."

You want to beat the Mayas at predicting stuff?

- What? - "David was right."

Distance fades everything away.

When you return he'll already be with Ana

and they'll have a son named Dee Ann,

"because he arrives before 'the end' of the world."

Good idea.

The name thing, not the Ana thing.

You are weird, and you do weird stuff,

and I make a very big effort to see the cute side of that.

But this is too much.

You think I wrote that?

No, it was my future self.

Nice imitation of my handwriting.

It would've been cute, had it not been for…

"Maybe it's time to sell the ranch

and invest in the restaurant."

Wait, you think I wrote it or that it was your future self?

It's a pity.

We could've had a nice farewell.

Fifty-eight.

Seven times eight is 58.

Denise.

Hey, sis, how about I recommend you to take the job at Napa Valley?

- Hi. - Hello, how are you?

- Héctor Manrique, auctioneer. - David.

I wanted to tell you we discussed this with the realtor,

but there's no way you're getting back the deposit for the restaurant.

Is there anything we can do?

Look, the only thing I can think of

is that you discuss it directly with the owner.

This time, I'm surprising you. You know why Héctor is actually here?

- A threesome? - He's selling the ranch.

I want this to be our dream.

Of course, you're gonna have to go easy on the whole Mayan influence

and Ana's no longer an option.

It's like the last time.

My contingency plan.

Twenty-eleven? How did that age?

Incredibly well.

If we send a message further back in time,

we might reduce the effects of what you did.

I don't want to reduce anything.

You wrote this yourself.

I've been saving it in case of an emergency.

I just sent a message to 2013.

You'd get this two years earlier and it won't interfere with yours,

you'd just be adding information in the past.

The new present would be the outcome of your actions

based on both messages.

It looks like a voltage issue.

"Don't waste your time with Renard, he'll never leave his wife."

A glass with a stain leaves you out of the 2015 tournament.

"Give Tomás Blanco a chance. He's a good person."

- And your number. - To give me a head start.

You're about to make a four-year relationship go away.

It's the least I can ask.

Please.

Wonderful.

Just like the previous vintage.

But it'd benefit from five more years of bottle aging.

There's always a but with you.

What can I do? You asked the master, so what do I do?

I'm giving you my most sincere opinion.

What did you expect from me?

That you remember my birthday, for instance?

Of course I did.

Denise, happy birthday.

- A '77. - Yes.

Bordeaux's worst vintage.

Right, while France was having its worst harvest ever,

you were being born here, bringing some balance to Nature.

Very cute. Thank you.

You should tell that to Mariel. She was born in '77, not me.

I got this for you to give to her next month on her birthday.

I come first, in the calendar.

You know what your real birthday present is?

Tickets for Neil Diamond, your favorite.

Someone could see us.

No, Mariel hasn't arrived yet, don't worry.

I swear, I don't know why I waste my time with a married man.

I'll have my lawyer speed up the divorce.

I could be with a younger guy, someone who's available,

who doesn't have a cabinet filled with Viagra.

Go ahead, mock me. But you know very well you'd get bored with someone your age.

- We'll see. - Don't be cruel. Today's my big day.

Today's my birthday.

And I swear I'm going to make you feel like the protagonist.

Renard Wineries is an old dream of mine

that could come true today

thanks to you

and your deep pockets.

Excuse me.

Would you try this? It's my first time making it.

Yes, of course.

You're the new chef?

Yes. David.

Denise.

Poc Chuc, it's a typical Mayan culture dish.

I'm crazy for Mayan culture.

I love it.

Wow.

I'm passionate about it.

Really?

We can talk after I finish the cake, if you want.

I haven't ordered any cake today, but…

It's a… surprise celebration.

The presentation was spectacular, honestly.

Your project comes at the right time,

because I was about to invest all my savings into a new version

of Titanic.

You want to shoot Titanic…

You…

But I want to show the shipwreck from the iceberg's perspective.

That's never been done before. Of course, I'd be the protagonist.

- The captain. - The iceberg.

And I'll spoil the ending for you…

I win.

I think we could do a lot better with the winery.

Think about it.

Yes, I'll think about it. The thing is…

This is a major motion picture,

it could give me worldwide recognition.

We'd conquer the world.

- If it was you, I don't think it's funny. - What?

You always complain that nothing surprises you.

- No! - Happy tenth anniversary.

- My love. - A round of applause, please.

- Can you take a photo, darling? - Yes, of course.

- Maître? - What mistress? She's my assistant.

Just a minute.

Leandro Beccar.

I'd love to do business with your husband, but I'm invisible to his eyes.

Welcome to the club.

I'm his fan. I've read a thousand times his book about how he got

all the wines from Bordeaux.

"To the only sommelier whose name…

Is Spanish for drinking white wine: Tomás Blanco.

"From Miguel Renard."

I met him at his book launch and we talked for a bit.

He's so unapproachable.

Are you exaggerating in order to seduce me?

I won't say we're best friends, but we're sort of friends.

Wow.

Excuse me.

- Hello? - Tomás.

- Who's speaking? - Miguel Renard.

It was you, right?

Will you tell me how the hell

you managed to enter here

and what you wanted to achieve with such a sick act of vandalism?

First, I want you to know that I really admire you

and that you're the reason why I do what I do.

No, listen to me.

I'm sick of those fucking freaks who call themselves fans

and think they're entitled to meddle in my life!

I don't know who they are!

You expected it to reach her?

I have very bad news, I beat her to it.

"Don't waste your time with Renard, he'll never leave his wife."

Give Tomás Blanco a chance.

He's a good person.

"You got a bad impression of him due to that 'thing'."

And you even wrote your phone number!

What the fuck is the "thing"?

And what the fuck is this about the 2015 tournament finals

and a stain on a glass? You think you're a poet? Do you!

A stain on a glass? I don't know what you mean.

You better disappear from my life.

You imbecile!

Hello?

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I'd love to find the way to partner with you.

Absolutely, that is why we hold this event.

May I ask how you lost your Premier Grand Cru Classé collection?

How do you know that?

It wasn't a great idea to leave your wife alone,

even less so with one glass too many.

You can count on my full discretion.

Two years ago I was victim of a hideous sabotage in my wine cellar.

I didn't go public simply to avoid interfering

with the police investigation.

What if I told you I can help you get them back?

It's the Death Whistle,

the Mayans used it to call their allies.

I'd like to give it to you on your birthday so I can call you.

Well, you could've phoned me and saved me the pre-stroke.

Yeah, I know I take things a bit fast,

but we have little time left due to the prophecy.

The end of the world prophecy.

December 21, 2012.

Oh, right, yeah. The prophecy, of course.

We should listen to it, yes. Well, thank you.

Honestly, this is the most original gift I've received today.

Kudos.

Anyway, you may call me using the traditional method.

Right.

You like Banana?

Huh?

- I hope you liked my work. - Yes.

And I want to apologize, because I'm no skin care expert,

so I'm very sorry I haven't read your book, "Deep Into Micellar."

"Deep Into My Cellar."

Excuse me.

I'm sorry if you had to go through

an awkward moment.

I think we need to end this.

You're making a rush decision. Think about your career.

But I'm just your secretary. Honestly, this isn't what I expected.

Nothing's been what I expected since that first trip to Tuscany.

But wasn't it romantic, us drinking that Sassicaia

staring at the Ponte Vecchio?

Yes, too bad that meanwhile my dad was dying alone.

But you do remember that wine, right?

Why don't you leave me alone?

Come on…

Come on, Denise. You couldn't have known what was going to happen to your dad.

It's very easy to speak in hindsight.

Mom?

You are here? I thought you'd gone out with Thor.

I don't know if he's the actual actor or a lookalike,

but if a guy like that bought me this many flowers,

I wouldn't be playing so hard to get.

WITH LOVE, FROM THOR

You didn't do bad either, right?

Hey! What are you doing?

Honey, it's about time you come to terms with this relationship.

That's right. If you go on thinking I'm your dad's replacement,

you'll never accept me.

Why don't you better think that the best Argentinian actor of the last few decades

is helping your mother explore the limits of her sexuality?

Something your dad

would have never dared to do.

I won't go into detail,

but up until now, your mom let me in through the front gate.

Now she opened the back door for me.

Will you tell me who this house belongs to?

Okay, don't get sarcastic on me.

If there's a problem, I'll be gone in two days.

I'll move to a shelter, or under a bridge.

- You don't look well, Daughter. - Don't call me that.

In life, things happen for a reason. I'll tell you a story.

A few years ago I got the chance to invest in Renard Wineries.

When Leandro Beccar beat me to it,

I decided to produce my film, "Iceberg".

I trained for month to accustom my body to low temperatures

in order to experience how it feels to be an iceberg.

The movie was a flop.

I was the critics' laughing stock, I lost my fortune

and my colleague's respect.

And now I'm a homeless coke head with a drinking problem.

But…?

But what?

What's wrong, honey?

- Where's David? - At the restaurant, I guess.

Okay, we still have the restaurant.

Don't complain, getting the house was a good deal.

What are you doing here?

We overdid it a little with this ethnic stuff, right?

Did you come to make another scene?

- What do you want? - I'm calling the police.

What for? I did nothing wrong.

I mean, because of her.

Isn't it time you leave us alone?

Why do you subject yourself to this again?

Look, this is not my most lucid moment,

but what I do know is that you are the least qualified to give me advice.

Look, when your dad came up with the idea

to drop everything and move to Mendoza

in order to pursue his dream, I made a sacrifice and followed him.

I even tried to show an interest in the whole… beer thing.

- Wine. - Wine.

But I was too young.

And I eventually decided to follow my own path.

I know I'll always be the villain for putting myself first.

But had you followed your dream instead of your idiot husband's,

you wouldn't be like this now. There, I said it.

And thanks to those words,

she came to the realization that it was time to steer her life back on track.

Enough with the voice over.

It's a very effective device.

I already told you people not to fuck with me!

Denise?

What's wrong with your hair?

What's wrong with your eye?

Had I used my drops every day, it could've been prevented.

- But they took my willpower. - What happened?

That son of a bitch will not defeat me.

He appeared out of the blue, wove his webs, and became powerful.

I'm the only one who won't sell his shitty products,

but he sends his goons to make me change my mind.

- I do my best to resist. - Tell me you still have one of my wines.

Twenty-fifteen, the last vintage.

You don't have an '09, right?

We ran out of the few bottles we produced pretty fast.

But I found something else from that year.

I thought miracles didn't happen.

But what I'm seeing here makes me wonder.

Okay, tell us what you're making.

Gentlemen…

Slow roasted pig in a clay oven,

marinated for a day

in a white wine, pepper, garlic and parsley mix.

To what do I owe this miracle?

I followed your advice.

What advice did he follow?

Renard had offered him a big sum for the last bottle of the 2009 Denise,

and he turned him down.

But I told him not to be an idiot

and he finally sold it to him.

You've always been my favorite.

You know, I was really happy when you won the 2015 tournament.

- I know. - Elena.

How are you?

Sorry, do I know you?

No. No, I must've mistaken you for someone else.

- See you later. - Yes.

We do know each other.

Long time no see.

Not such a long time.

It seems like it was yesterday, but it's been ten years from the "thing".

Is that really the last thing you remember?

Hi.

Hey. Laura, a colleague. Denise, my girlfriend.

Sorry, the other way around.

So, you won the 2015 tournament.

And if I'm not mistaken, a little bird must've told you

that there would be a glass with a stain in the finals.

Excuse me, did you know about that beforehand?

- No. - No, of course.

You never won, we never had the conversation at the bar,

you didn't have your epiphany,

and you're still together.

So, you two must be extremely unhappy by now.

- Wait, what did you tell her? - Nothing, I swear.

Are you a fortune teller

or, I don't know, do you read Tarot cards?

Hey, sis…

What happened to you?

I took the job in Napa that you rejected

and this is how it went.

CEO of Renard Wineries, Leandro Beccar.

Today's a very special day.

First, we're opening our new boutique hotel, Beccar Suites,

a renovation of Denise Conti's old ranch.

And we're also lunching our new blend in tribute to this lady,

who's been putting up with me for a few years now,

the 2019 Mariel!

And we've got a surprise, a very special message we were sent

to kick-start this event.

He…

He used to be my friend.

And what's ironic is

I introduced you to him.

Of course, none of this would be possible

without the vision of the great Miguel Renard.

A round of applause for him!

Applause? What applause? Wait!

Tell the whole story, you son of a bitch!

This psychopath stole my life!

Seems someone tasted a lot of wines and forgot to spit.

I'm gonna spit on you!

I'm gonna spit on you!

- He's an eminence. - I'm not leaving.

- This is my winery! Mariel! - Let's not let anything overshadow

- this party! - That blend is a poison blend!

You can't kick me out of my own winery!

Although that fucking idiot is now making that little speech of his,

this winery is named after me!

Denise.

Such a beautiful surprise.

I'm very sorry about everything that happened to you.

I wanted to ask you about the wine you bought from my dad the day we met.

Do you remember?

Sure I remember.

How wouldn't I? Last year, when they were executing my estate,

I saw your name on the label,

I made a toast to your health…

And I remembered the times we spent together.

I… I think I've never been happier in my whole life.

I wish I could have seen that back then.

- So, you drank it. - But we could drink another.

In fact, why don't we take a trip you and I,

on the spur of the moment, just like the first time?

I don't have the money anymore, so…

I… No.

I know who you are.

You came to my house ten years ago

to give a speech about the real value of wine.

Mister Renard, you've got my whole admiration.

Denise, can we have a word?

I thought you hated me.

Yeah, me too.

But amazingly, we were about to get married.

We were even looking to have kids.

Mateo for a boy, Aurelia for a girl.

My mom's name.

- Beautiful name. - So, send yourself another message.

You studied the mechanics yourself. It works once per vintage.

The only bottle left is from 2015, but I've already sent a message there.

Okay, but this is a new timeline.

You should be able to send it to this 2015.

Renard said he drank a 2009 last year.

So, on this 2015…

…he still has it in his cellar.

The idea is that Denise from 2015 finds the bottle

and brings it here so that it's in your custody.

If everything works out,

it should appear right there as soon as we send the message.

Wait, wouldn't it be simpler if Denise from 2015

sends the message herself to 2009?

No, because we don't know what she might decide.

We have more control here.

- What are you doing? - The ice bucket challenge

for children in Africa or something like that.

Everyone is doing it, and I, as a public figure, should do it too.

It feels good to save lives.

Did you press the button that says "rec"?

Oh, no.

Richie just earned his second Michelin Star

and I had the amazing idea to come back for you and your restaurant.

- Our restaurant. - No, no, you're the rock star there.

I just fight with our suppliers.

That same old reproach again.

Everything is your prophetic letter's fault.

No, my letter was right.

About most things.

Is it me or you're spending more and more time by the wine cellar?

Maybe I miss serving cheap wine on lousy events.

- Why don't you do that? - I'd love to,

if only Mariel Renard hadn't put me on her blacklist…

Maybe it's due to all the sex you had with her husband while we weren't exclusive.

What's so weird about a mother celebrating

her child on her birthday?

I don't remember the last time you did, but I think it was via fax.

I'm having a crisis, okay?

This is the worst age for an actress.

They no longer call me to play the sexually active woman

who has an affair with the leading man. They call me…

To play the mother.

I don't know who could picture you in that role.

Exactly! Thank you.

So, I'm facing a small financial crisis

and I thought maybe I could stay with you for a few days.

I suppose the new house is big enough, right?

You read on the papers that the restaurant is doing well.

Okay, okay. I know perfectly well I was not a very present mother.

Very present?

Dad's more present, and he's been dead six years.

Fine. If you can't put up with your mom for two or three days, don't worry.

I'll move to a shelter, or under a bridge.

The gentleman from table seven is looking for you

- What are you doing here? - You don't pick up,

you don't answer my texts. I'm desperate.

What happened was a drunken mistake.

A big mistake,

a huge mistake, a colossal mistake,

- an epic mistake. - Okay, I got the point.

But it was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.

I've loved you since I saw you sign that property deed.

Are they with you?

No…

They have a shirt with your face on it.

Okay, they are some friends who can't believe we're together.

No, we're not together.

What's that nickname of yours, Thor?

Well, my name is Hec-Tor, I'm an auctioneer, so I wield a hammer…

That's false advertising.

Did you like the flowers?

- What flowers? - They're anonymous, don't worry.

- Jeez. Okay. - Hi.

- You are Thor? - No.

I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU

MANRIQUE PROPERTIES PUBLIC AUCTIONEER - PROPERTY ASSESSOR

Cut it out, I told you he's obsessed with me.

What am I supposed to do? Stop it. It's pointless to keep talking about it.

Don't mind me, pretend I'm not even here.

- I'll show you, it's upstairs. - No, don't worry. Really, I can do it.

You're leaving?

Yes, we're presenting the findings from the new calendar.

I'm not going, but you're still using the plural.

No, I'm using…

The unilateral.

You're taking Ana.

We're going in a group to Tandil.

And she offered me to do it in her car.

- The trip. - We had agreed on something.

You said the prophetic letter wasn't right on all things.

Look, I've put up with you two meeting with that shitty group,

but this is too much.

Ana's just broken up.

You think I'd do something so out of place like coming on to her now

when she's vulnerable, taking advantage of a road trip with just the two of us

to discuss our romantic frustrations for hours on end while sharing a room?

I've read that Corrado is filming a movie that's bound to be a big hit.

Plus, I know he's going to be the master of ceremonies

on that sommelier tournament.

And since you are in that world of… beer,

- you could connect us. - Wine, wine.

But I'm no longer part of that world.

I would've loved to compete in the tournament.

But you probably know someone who knows someone who knows him.

Because I digitized some videos

from when I was in "A Streetcar Named Desire."

I'll bring them. Don't move.

Two years ago, I sent you a message

with a series of tips that you followed

and unleashed the 2019 from which I'm writing to you now,

which is far from being what I'd hoped for.

I know you're having a bad time in 2015 as well,

and that it's hard to trust a message from the future again.

But you're the only one who can fix this.

I know where you can find the last 2009 Denise bottle.

It's in your present, and here's my plan so you can get it.

Here it is.

Look, you were so little.

Don't be sad.

Don't be sad, it's not worth it.

Dad, who knows everything, holds the key to happiness.

Want me to share it with you?

The key to happiness is...

I don't tell the truth.

I tell what ought to be the truth.

I don't want realism.

I want magic!

Magic!

For the final challenge,

you will have to fill all the glasses

with the same exact amount of wine,

not one drop more or less

once you're finished. Understood?

Go!

In order to achieve excellence, the key is to learn to see.

And everyone needs to see my upcoming movie, "Iceberg",

which we'll start shooting very soon.

A sommelier of excellence

should have seen the stain on the glass,

which makes it inadmissible for the guest.

Two of you did that,

so, by a difference in points,

the winner of the 2015 National Sommelier Tournament is…

Tomás Blanco!

Okay…

Congratulations.

I thought you still hated me after the "thing".

It's been six years, hasn't it prescribed yet?

No, the "thing" is carved into my retina forever.

Totally. I've relieved it a million times in my head.

- I'm off to the hotel, you coming? - Laura, a colleague.

Denise, my girlfriend.

Sorry, other way around.

We're all going for a drink.

I don't think she'd want to see a glass ever again.

No, no, I need to cleanse this energy.

You could be happy for me. After all, I won.

By a difference in points.

See you back at the hotel.

I could use a drink.

Wait a second.

Why do you need me?

Here it says the winner will be invited to a private cocktail at Renard's ranch.

Yeah, but no one invited me, as usual.

Hey, hey.

Congratulations, champ!

You're freezing.

I'm preparing for a new role.

Listen, Renard is holding a private cocktail at his ranch

and the winner is invited, of course. What do you say?

- It'd be a pleasure. - It'd be a pleasure.

Excellent.

Consider that I need to extract the bottle safely this time.

Extract?

You want to steal it?

No, no.

You'll be stealing it.

- I'm persona non grata there. - Why?

I really can't say.

Can't we ask for it nicely?

-No -Or we can buy it.

Renard wouldn't part with a wine from his collection.

I've never stolen anything.

The only time I tried was a comic book when I was nine

and I cried all the way back to return it.

Imagine what my life would be like in prison.

If we manage to get that bottle, this reality would cease to exist.

Guaranteed impunity.

And I'd have never won the tournament.

Are you comfortable to have won like that,

- by cheating? - Very comfortable.

This is simple. The first thing we need

is a getaway car that can't be linked back to us.

I know it's not the best getaway car,

- but it's the best I could do. - Hurry up, it's getting cold. Go.

Sure. Now I'll go commit a crime, which I've never done before,

- and I'll hurry up as well. - Go, go!

As for the code, what I wanted to...

I've kept it all these years.

Spain.

Italy.

Where are you?

I'm not being paranoid.

Several experts checked every bottle

and everyone backs my suspicions.

Cabernet Sauvignon.

- I'll be right with you. - We'll be waiting.

- Do you want to take a walk? - Okay.

Look. In the 18th Century, bottles were made with blown glass.

- Aha. - They didn't have the recycle logo.

The capsules were made out of lead, not aluminum, right?

And the glue for the labels didn't exist yet.

Miguel, the collectors that sold them to me are beyond reproach.

- Why don't they show their faces? - They were under-the-table transactions.

I believe I gave you 33% of my winery

in exchange for cheap wine,

and that you were behind this sabotage.

What I believe, Miguel, is that you have a wild imagination.

What were you thinking? In front of the guests.

- Explain it to me right now. - Please, mind your manners

- in front of my guests. - What's she doing here?

Who?

I made sure she never worked again so we wouldn't see her, yet here she is.

- I swear I don't know why she's here. - You didn't invite her?

If I had invited her, you would have to punish me.

Very sternly.

Okay, I admit it, I invited her.

Oh…

Miguel!

Miguel, Miguel, you have been a bad boy.

What a shame, what a shame.

Have we or haven't we agreed

that she wasn't part of our deal?

I think we'd agreed on that.

I think you're right and that I misbehaved.

You're doing it too hard, but I deserve it. Come on! Come on!

This is the slip I've been waiting for

to start the divorce proceedings.

What?

What's that?

I won't say anything.

I'll take one of these in exchange.

It's not even one of the priciest. Excuse me.

I know him.

All clear in the kitchen, left wing.

Your character.

My character.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

Was it really necessary to send me a text that said, "Hurry up, it's cold"?

I feel this was the most extreme sequence I have ever lived.

You know, we're like Bonnie and Clyde.

It didn't end well for them. We're more like Thelma and Louise.

You'd be Thelma… and Louise,

and I'd be Brad Pitt. Why isn't it starting?

Stop right there!

Start it, start it. Or we're in a world of trouble.

Please, start it, or we're in trouble. Start it!

Wait, wait.

Why are we doing this?

The order was to leave the bottle under Alfredo's custody

so my 2019 self finds it here, and sends a message to 2009.

She already did that and it didn't go well.

- Why would it be different now? - She must've thought of everything.

What about your free will?

Even though she tries to control everything, it depends on luck.

You leave it all in the hands of past Denise or future Denise,

when changes can be made in the present.

Besides, I'd like to see you again.

Over dinner, if possible, not during a heist.

I can't ignore this.

If that's the issue, leaving the bottle now,

or in a month or three years, as long as it's here in 2019,

it should be the same.

And the time you take to do it is time to do whatever you want.

Like a sabbatical.

And maybe, if you let yourself live in the present for a few days,

you'll find what you're really looking for.

Well, there's a trip I've always put off.

How did you get it?

Renard's five-year estimate fell short.

It has evolved, but it's amazing.

It's amazing. What grape variety is it?

I'm not sure, it's the one my dad makes for everyday drinking.

He named it after me and sent it as a gift.

Hi. Excuse me.

My name is Ana, it's my first event

and I think I lost my corkscrew.

Don't worry. Here.

What's mine is yours.

Thanks.

It's amazing to be here, so close to him.

You know, I wouldn't mind at all having him even closer.

What? Well…

He has a brilliant mind, but he's married, and he's aged a bit poorly.

He's calling you.

- Go. - I can't do it.

- Well, if you're gonna get like that. - You go.

I'll go. You stay there.

- Hello. - Hi.

How do you do? My name is Denise.

I will be your sommelier today.

And as an aperitif, I recommend a Verdejo.

Looks like someone's been reading your blog.

That's a cliché if there ever was one.

Look, forget about everything you've learned.

You now have access to my personal wine cellar.

Thousands of labels from all over the world,

from Marlborough Bay to Mount Lebanon. Surprise me.

Okay, I'll go get a wine and call this number.

Go ahead, I doubt someone picks up.

This is the code for the cellar alarm.

Oh. Right.

Okay.

Excuse me, you can't be here without permission.

And no pictures, you'll blow up my spot.

I thought he was exaggerating in his book, but it's real.

All the Premier Grand Cru Classé from 1855, here.

With this, you could pay off the national debt, and also throw a BBQ.

This is not a tour for Renard's groupies.

I'm working.

I'm not a Renard groupie.

You aren't? So you have a T-shirt of his favorite artist by chance?

Anyone who can appreciate good music is a Neil Diamond fan.

Whoa!

Ancient wine making devices.

You know what this was for?

To make rows for sowing.

Hands off, please.

This was used to even out the stems they were replanting.

You can still smell the vine.

Hey, hands off!

Sorry.

My career and my life are over! And so is yours!

Because if he doesn't kill you, I will!

- Relax, it wasn't us. - Us?

Nobody saw us, there are no cameras.

Don't you understand he wrote the alarm code for me himself?

He's waiting for me to bring him a bottle.

Can I keep it? I wanted him to sign my book. This is better.

I knew you were a Renard groupie. I knew it!

Tell him the code didn't work and bring another wine.

I can't, they're not high-end wines. They're young.

They're not even barrel-aged.

I'd love to keep discussing wines, but we need to flee the scene now.

You'll find a wine for him.

Now, go get changed. I'll distract Renard and buy you some time.

Why are these glasses still empty?

Because these girls are useless.

Excuse me. Hello.

- Hi. - Sorry.

Would you sign my book?

- Of course. - Please.

And if I may,

I'd love to ask for a toast in your honor.

Who determines which is the real value of wine? This society?

This consumerist, materialistic society

which has subsumed us into materialism and accumulating.

But not everyone is like that. When I think of Mister Renard here,

I'm sure he would be willing to trade

his wonderful wine collection for the smile of a child.

Thank you. I owe you one.

Well, I already know what I'd like in return.

Stay over with me a few days.

So you can, I don't know, take your class on pairing wines and records.

Your "vitivynylic" education.

We'll talk about that later.

Now, Renard is going to try it.

I hope the delay is not related to this obsequious change of wardrobe.

Mariel…

Do you really like Neil Diamond?

Do you prefer his early albums or his late period?

The early albums.

From his late period.

That's not from my cellar.

I couldn't surprise you with a wine from your cellar.

Where I didn't even go, because…

Uhm… I'm allergic to moisture.

Oh, okay, here we have a sommelier

who's allergic to the moisture in the cellar.

Let's see.

Amateur labeling,

and a wine that has your name, oddly enough.

Well, it's a…

It's a wine that would taste…

Much better with five more years of bottle aging.

It has an undoubtedly Italian style,

I'd say…

A Brunello di Montalcino.

It's the wine my dad makes for everyday drinking.

And I don't know which grape he uses.

We were wondering what grape variety

you used use for this eccentricity.

I honestly couldn't tell you.

Your daughter already told us it's some sort of mystery.

Have you considered getting a DNA test to discover the origin?

- My daughter's origin? - The plant's.

No, I really haven't.

Initially, I'd be interested in buying a few cases.

Cases?

There's only one plant.

I produced ten bottles. We've opened nine, counting this one.

- How much is the last one? - No, it's not for sale.

Denise…

Can we have a word in private?

You managed to rekindle my ability to be surprised

in a moment where my senses are somewhat numb,

because we're separating.

Oh, that's a shame. I didn't know, you two look fine.

I put too much into my work,

I have a hard time delegating, you know.

In fact, I'm leaving for Tuscany,

and maybe you put something in the wine,

but I sense that you could be a great assistant.

I promise to bring my Neil Diamond albums for the road.

That's very tempting,

but I've just promised my dad we'll be spending some days together.

You have all the time in the world for him.

This is a once in a lifetime trip.

Well, no repercussions as of yet.

Everything's good. And I know we met under some unfortunate circumstances,

but I was wondering if maybe you feel like going out for a drink sometime,

so you'll see I can handle a bottle without breaking it.

Look, we are not to speak about today's "thing" ever again.

I hope I never cross paths with you again.

Is that a yes?

You know, I was thinking we could go visit some small wineries,

try signature wines. We haven't done that in a while.

You won't believe what just happened.

Renard offered me a job and I have to go to Tuscany.

This is the opportunity of a lifetime.

Great, when?

Tomorrow.

I know, it's a bit rash,

but when I come back, we'll visit all the wineries you want,

try all the wines.

Will you be okay?

- Yes. - Are you sure?

Sure. Of course I will.

Denise, come, I'd like to introduce you to some colleagues.

Okay, call you later.

Sure.

I can't help but wonder what would've happened

if I had gone to the table, but I'm happy for you.

I am. Very happy.

Looks like a voltage issue.

Looks like a voltage issue.

That always happens before everything gets reset.

The bottle isn't there.

You'll have to accept whatever past Denise chose.

Ready for the big day?

Hi, I'm Gabriel Corrado.

You know me from hit soap operas like "Perla Negra" and "Luna Salvaje."

- Now I want to invite you… - Okay.

Thank you, Miguel, for joining us,

and for donating some bottles from your personal collection,

which will be used tonight on the deductive tasting.

Don't forget who was the first one to believe in your talent.

Is your eye okay?

Yeah, yeah. My drops help me get through it alright.

And is the wine shop still in business?

Yeah, like always.

Why?

Give me a minute.

What are you doing here?

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

I brought what I promised yesterday.

The speech I wrote when I was 18 in case I ever won an Oscar.

It's great, you can use it whole.

Skip over the Academy part, or they'll think you're crazy.

Thanks.

And so, she realized

that this was going to be the most important day in her life.

Best of luck for today.

This is my mom, Vivian,

and Gabriel Corrado.

She's an actor, like you.

- Delighted. - We know each other, we worked together.

Yes, in "Máximo corazón."

- Right! - I played a nurse.

- Hey, sis… - Hey.

You look… You look great.

You should've seen me yesterday. My hairdresser made a mess.

I'm so happy to see you doing so well.

Well, thank you.

Good luck.

I won't wish you good luck.

Because you don't need it.

I knew you were the best when I chose you to be my assistant.

Anyway, I'd like you to know that I look back at

everything we lived very fondly.

Really, thank you.

It's a pity you then decided to pursue different interests.

Denise, Miguel.

This is such a nice, spontaneous meeting.

My former chef, who betrayed me with his own catering service,

among other things.

Let's not waste time dwelling in the past when there's so little future left.

Our interpretations of the hieroglyphs were wrong.

The threat won't come from outside. It's in the Earth.

And it'll arrive in 2020.

I hope you're wrong, because the tournament organizers

are already working on the 2020 edition.

They even have an official poster and tag line.

"Twenty-twenty,

when taste and smell will be the protagonists."

You were right, I never took you seriously.

Why would that be, right?

I love seeing you two together.

That's so nice of you to say.

You were really able to heal.

- Excuse me. - Go ahead.

Go ahead. I ask you to please don't...

Tell me you saw my catalogue.

No matter how many times you insist, I only buy at official auctions.

I hope you reconsider it.

And now, don't get her nervous, tonight's her chance to shine.

The '79 Dom Pérignon and I are still waiting for you.

I prefer a fresher sparkling wine, not such an aged one,

or that adulterated.

What do you mean?

I learned a lot with you.

It was like a postgrad degree on everything I don't want.

I'll take it as a compliment.

And I'd love to record this moment with the future champion.

I hope you haven't fallen for him again. I don't like that guy at all.

What exactly do you remember from the last time we saw each other?

The flight.

The best hour and 50 minutes in my life. I'm so happy we were sat together.

Please, take your seats

because this is about to start.

Okay. Good luck.

Good luck.

For the final challenge,

you will have to identify, through a deductive tasting,

the three wines in front of you,

and suggest the perfect pairing for each of them.

Also, on the screen

you will find my number for bookings,

because my plan is to go back to acting and stop hosting this kind of events.

Ready? Go.

It has a pale yellow color,

with glints in the same tone.

This is a wine with citrus notes.

With grapefruit notes.

I'd pair it with a burrata with olive oil,

shellfish, smoked fish.

Pepper buffalo beef.

Grilled octopus, for example.

This is a Chardonnay,

Chablis, France, year 2016.

That is incorrect.

Chardonnay, Barrial, in the Calingasta Valley, San Juan,

year 2018.

That is correct.

Could be Greek, Assyrtiko,

year 2018.

That is incorrect.

It's an Albariño, Rias Baixas,

Spain, 2012.

That is… correct.

In this tiebreaker, you'll have 30 seconds

to describe the same wine.

Are you ready, Tomás? Go.

We have a red wine with rosy tones, clear, bright.

It presents notes of red berries,

cinnamon, a bit of pepper.

High acidity. It's a medium-bodied wine.

I'd pair it with grilled quail and baked apples.

It's a… Nero d'Avola from Sicily.

Twenty-fourteen.

Tomás, that is incorrect.

If Denise answers correctly,

she will be the winner.

Ready?

Denise, we need your answer.

It's structured,

full-bodied.

Perfect for a cold afternoon.

There are some herbal notes,

dry grass.

It feels energetic on the palate…

I would pair it with…

With a simple pasta in sauce,

and a Queen record,

from their early years,

with a person who has a contagious laugh.

The grape is Italian,

but from a vine nearby, a few miles from here.

It's a…

It's a Centesimino from Maipú,

two thousand nine.

That is…

Correct.

The winner of the 2019 National Sommelier Tournament

is Denise Conti!

Congratulations.

That was amazing.

I swear I… don't know where that answer came from.

I can't recall studying that grape.

You made us think the opposite.

Everyone is going for a drink.

You're skipping Renard's cocktail?

I'd rather go have a drink with you, if you think that's a good idea.

I think it's the best idea since the invention of the wheel.

But first I need to make a quick stop.

I thought miracles didn't happen.

But what I'm seeing here makes me wonder.

So, what are you making?

Gentlemen…

Slow roasted pig in a clay oven,

marinated for a day in white wine...

Is there room for one more?

- What about that trip? - It can wait.

Bravo!

Honey, happy birthday.

The winemaker will finally reveal to us

which grape he uses to make his wine.

You know, my dad brought this plant from Italy.

When Renard asked me, I went straight to look for the grape catalogue

from Faenza, his hometown.

There I found an ancient grape, almost extinct: Centesimino.

That's why it's so special. Structured, full-bodied.

Perfect for a cold afternoon.

And what would you pair it with?

My pasta with sauce is simply unbeatable.

Oh…

But the pairing is complemented

by a Queen album. From the early years, mind you.

Energetic, like my wine.

And if we add a special person,

that combination is the closest thing to happiness.

And a barrel-fermented Chardonnay pairs perfectly with the magic of Rumours,

by Fleetwood Mac.

And with a properly spiced Syrah,

you can navigate the sonic landscape of The Dark Side of the Moon.

It'd pair better with a some other substance,

but I'm your father, I can't recommend that.

Know what? I'll leave you a note inside every record

with its ideal pairing. So If you ever want to know more…

If I do, I'll call you and you can advise me.

Right.

Shall we move on?

Malbec is more versatile.

This has strong tannins, perfect to walk down Billy Joel's 52nd Street.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, NOSY?

THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE INVINCIBLE

BUT THEY DIDN'T COUNT ON HIM