Let's go, Babbo!
-He's better? -He's fine.
His fever is gone, and the infection is improving.
Thank goodness.
Last night, I dreamed of the Madonna.
She told me the Lord had called Lino.
-She was-- -Filomena.
I know you're scared, but please, I can't hear that right now.
-Okay? -I pray for him constantly.
It isn't in our hands.
Listen, the doctor is going in to see Lino now. We'll talk soon, okay?
Good. Kiss Idalia for me. Hmm?
They fit?
Where's Lino?
There's nothing more they can do.
We're going home.
I'm going to church to pray.
It's in the hands of the saints now.
"To be loved deeply by someone makes you strong."
-How are you, Lino? -How am I? I'm like this.