Excuse us.
Duchess.
Nice to meet you. I'm Lino.
Follow me.
The larger rooms to the west are not available.
I ask that you use only the small rooms in the back
and the gardens for the ceremony itself,
the grand dining room for the reception.
Your family, they are from America?
Texas, you say, the cow state?
Yes.
And you are from?
She took one look at a Black American and a Sicilian…
We did it all by phone. The reservations, the hotel, everything.
Marrying in her precious mansion.
"I remind you the deposit is non-refundable."
These decrepit old aristocrats.
But at least they have their snobbery.
They have to rent their villas to pay their taxes.
And I would not be surprised if your duchess hosted
-one of Berlusconi's bunga-bunga parties. -No!
I'm sorry about your parents, Lino.
It would have been nice to celebrate with them in a fancy villa.
They've had the invitation for over a year.
You're very beautiful, signorina.
I've given you my life.
And two children.
I've put food on your plate, day and night.
Day and night.
I've given you everything.
But that's my son, Giacomo.
He's our son.
He should have asked me for permission.
To fall in love?
This is defiance.
For love?
First…
when he left for school.
And then when he ditched us…
to play in the kitchen!
The cook. The chef.
The chef.
He's… he's a disgrace.
-He's my son, Giacomo! -We're not going!
Train is now boarding on track five.
I'm home.
I'm in Sicily.
Your home is in America.
Not here.
Is it Lino?
What are you saying? This is my home.
Not anymore it's not.
Do not come to town!
We're not going.
We're not welcome.
Everything is like dirt on my tongue knowing that he's so close.
Don't you see what you're doing to her?
If you're standing, turn on the TV.
Open it back up.
Out of respect for you, I closed the door.
And out of respect for you, I missed Lino's wedding.
Mama missed her son's wedding.
And again out of respect for you, your son still hasn't met his niece Lina.
That's not her name.
Her name is Rosalina.
Her name is Lina.
Because I named her after my brother. A brother I want to see, Papa!
You picked him.
Do something.
This is Amy, the--
I know who you are.
Lino doesn't know I'm calling you.
Of course not.
He's as stubborn as our father.
What can we do?
Lino really wants to meet Rosalina and see you and his mother.
Maybe he could visit when your father is away.
This is a small town. My father would find out.
The gossip would make things worse.
-Understand? -I'm trying.
For my father to command respect, we must follow his lead.
To do otherwise would embarrass him
and bring shame on the family.
A punishment that brings pain for everyone.
Especially my mother.
Then can you come to us?
We're at Hotel Baia del Mare on the outskirts of Cefalù.
Away from Castelleone. No one would know.
You need to meet us halfway.
Your father must know that we are extending an olive branch,
the biggest in all of Sicily.
Please, come on. We have little time.
I'm just happy you're still here.
All right.
My mother and I will keep working on my father.
We'll find a way.
We'll meet you there at 6 p.m.
We'll come.
We'll be here at 6.
What is this?
Where's the sauce?
We ran out.
There's no more left.
Your artwork is beautiful.
I bet your work would be amazing on canvas.
The stone is my canvas.
If it rains, I'll come back tomorrow.
Would you like a photo?
No, thank you.
That's okay.
I'm making sure it's well-packaged for the trip.
What's well-packaged?
The cake we're taking back to this man's friend in Los Angeles.
-Wait, what? -He's actually my third cousin. Antonio.
He left here ages ago. He'll love it.
Do you have an address for your cousin Antonio?
Of course. He lives in the zone of Hollywood.
I'm angry with my husband.
I wanted to put a rock in his pasta.
Instead, I put it on his side of the bed.
Father, I…
I denied him a satisfying meal.
I took all of the sauce that was meant for his pasta
and ate it while he watched.
I'm scared of my anger.
I'm afraid.
I don't know what I might do next.
Father, help me, please.
I want to write it all down.
Everything I can remember.
He's not here.
Hope dies last.
This is my wife.
You're too thin.
-Come on. -And what is with that beard?
Still so serious.
She's always the same.
Leave him alone. He's so handsome.
I know he is.
Come on, now, we don't have much time.
God forbid he finds out, right?
I couldn't be this close to my son and not see him.
Maria, you're too cute.
Absolutely exquisite.
I hope she has my temperament, and your sense of adventure.
We should go Mamma.
It's late.
I'll help you.
I love you.
I love you too, Mamma.
But I won't come back here.
-Because of her? -That's not fair, Mamma.
It's his fault.
He made me choose.
Amy is my wife.
I choose her.
Go with God.
I'll look after her.