Idalia, my little one.
Aunt Biagia!
Hello, my sweet Idalia.
Where is Lino?
Sit next to me. With the child.
Idalia is tired.
My mother made you a room upstairs.
I was ten years old when my father died.
And I was sad because I couldn't see him anymore.
But then I learned how to use my imagination and my heart.
My sweetheart.
Even if your dad is no longer here, I can see him.
I can hear him. Here.
And all that delicious food he used to make for you?
We can make it together. Me and you.
And then when you're an old, old lady, even older than me,
you can teach your granddaughter.
So that every time she is in her kitchen,
she will see you, and she will see me, and she will see Babbo.
It's too much for her.
My cousin Santina will watch the children.
Where's Idalia?
Inside, waiting for you!
- Can I do anything to help? -I work alone in my kitchen. Sit.
The child?
Asleep.
I understand.
After Giacomo died,
I felt so tired,
like my bones were made of stone.
And I remember my mother was so tired when my father died.
I know this pain because I have suffered it.
And I know that you feel it double, for you and your daughter.
But you need to eat.
Come here. Eat something.
If you eat it all, then you'll grow very big.
The others want to know, how come you don't wear black?
Santina! You don't have the manners God gave an ox.
You don't have to answer that.
I told them of course you wore black when Lino died.
You did, right?
Even for just for one day, right?
When do you go back?
You'll both stay at least for the Feast of Sant'Anna, yes?
We hadn't planned--
Of course, the child is happy here with family and fresh air.
Lino always loved the procession of Sant'Anna.
I'm gonna take a walk.
You always do this.
Good evening, comrades.
Signora, my condolences.
Let me introduce myself. I am Nunzio, the mayor of Castelleone.
I knew your husband,
God rest his soul.
You may not know,
but I have planned a helipad and tennis courts for our small hamlet.
Here we need innovation and recreation, like America.
Aren't there, like, 300 people in town?
Five-hundred-thirteen.
Two births last year. One this year.
And only 15 deaths.
Lovely meeting you.
Mario! Look, look!
She's pretty. Kinda dark. But pretty.
She's leaving a bar,
and her husband's in the cemetery.
Poor Filomena.
- Where have you been? -What?
Take a shower. Quick.
These are the people you have to visit while you're here.
Names and houses, and the order of who comes first.
Filomena, I can't read this.
Why not?
No. I can't. It's in Sicilian. What does this say?
"Franco, the house next to the red door with the flowers."
"Tuccio, next to the bar with all of the vans in the front."
"Old Pina, near the cemetery."
And the addresses?
Who needs addresses? I just told you where they are.
You have to go today.
Giacomo told me that in America the bread is terrible.
And there's so much fruit on trees that it falls, and people step over it.
No, thank you.
She's not feeling well? Come here, come here.
She doesn't look well to me.
No, my God.
My God, she has to go to the doctor.
No, that's not necessary.
Come, come. She's sick. She's sick, come on.
The child is hurting. We're going to the doctor's office.
- No, she's fine. -No, no, no.
This isn't necessary, Santina.
The doctor is the richest man in town,
and no one has ever seen the inside of his house.
You can tell all of us what you see.
I'm making sure the child is okay.
-Better safe than sorry! - Shh!
I heard there's a beautiful piano inside.
And he drinks from a teacup rimmed in real gold.
The doctor will have to invite you in for coffee.
Because she's Lino's wife and American.
And you too. This is our opportunity.
Then you'll tell us everything you see.
I'll wait for you.
I would bet my widow's pension
that Filomena and the American will never make peace.
No wife forgets that her husband's mother
didn't come to her wedding.
My wife made chamomile for the child. She'll feel better.
Yes, that is your father.
I visited Florence once
and dined where he worked.
I never saw him so happy.
And when I learned he was sick,
I prayed for him often.
He was one of ours.
Lino was a special man.
Warm and loving.
And what happened?
She's overcome by the beauty of the house.
So, how many chandeliers were there? Tell us everything.
Well, I only saw three.
Actually, I saw eight.
-And they were all made of gold. - Wow!
Idalia, dear. Don't gossip. Let's go.
She's always does this.
What do you like about wine? I have never had a taste in my life.
Here.
Try some.
So none of the neighbors see.
You did well today.
The woman who was waiting with Santina outside the doctor's office.
Which one? Anna "cross-toes"? Or Pina with the glasses?
"Cross-toes?" Is that what you just said?
We call her Cross-Toes because she always complains about her feet.
But wears the shoes of a young woman.
One time she even got a pedicure in Palermo.
She doesn't know color can't make what's crooked straight.
So you do gossip?
I made you something.
You need to get dressed.
You're going with Biagia to sign some papers.
-Didn't you hear me calling you? -What?
It's about the estate.
You have an appointment at the lawyer's office this morning.
You need to sign here, here and here.
As the wife of the eldest son,
you are the inheritor, you and your daughter.
I can't sign this.
Why the hell did you put me in that position?
Filomena, you should have told me sooner what you were planning.
I told you this morning.
You didn't say you were giving me your house and family land.
I don't belong here.
It's also for my granddaughter.
Amy, Nunzio needs your help!
The Mayor doesn't speak any English.
Finally, someone who can explain how we drive here.
He wasn't looking, and he hit my car. Make him understand.
- Let me talk to him. -Yes, yes. Go ahead.
Tell him that if he doesn't move his car,
I'll call the Carabinieri.
Say hello to Cornwall for me!
Lentils.
They're from my land.
For helping my son Nunzio.
Was I right?!
Am I your beloved mayor, yes or no?!
Mother!
Who gave you those?
Nunzio's mother insisted I bring them to you.
Good. So, you sided with Nunzio.
Listen, please excuse me about before, the lawyer and the land…
Amy, we have a saying here.
"Home for as long as you need it to be
and land as far as the eye can see."
I have to clean these lentils.
Can we just talk about the land, please?
I can't be like Widow Dirty Lentils.
Her husband lost a tooth when she didn't clean them well.
So, you won't answer?
You know, others come and go, but we stay here,
We protect our own.
Like you did today. You're one of us.
Whether you know it or not. That's the way it is.
Filomena is waiting for you at the church.
We're here to watch Idalia.
Go, she's waiting.
And Madonna mia, take my sweater to cover your shoulders.
I prayed to her when you and Lino got married.
And I prayed when my son was dying.
Today I pray to her again.
After all that has happened,
now, I know you might want to go
and never come back.
But I pray and hope
that you now want to build something with me.
I want you to come back.
And I want Castelleone to be like a home to you.
Of course,
if you want that.
Filomena, I'm not sure that I--
I have said my piece.
Think about it.
Honey.
Hello. I'm Antonio.
You found the family land?
Lino's grandfather planted those trees.
What?
When we were little boys,
Lino wrote his name on the well by the peach tree.
You knew my dad?
We played soccer together, even when Lino didn't have the right shoes.
He must have told you to call me that.
Yes, I am Tonino.
You should have your family come to Castelleone. Next week.
For your birthday.
-Here? -Yes, here.
Invite them for the procession.
Tell them they are welcome in my home.
Who is Sant'Anna?
The mother of Mary. She's the mother of all mothers.
Her Saint's Day falls on the same day as your birthday.
She's the patron saint of widows and travelers.
We don't get many guests.
I hope this is okay for your family.
My dad grew up in a town of 300 people.
There are more similarities
between East Texas and Castelleone than you think.
Welcome to Castelleone.
Help them with their luggage.
I want to make you
something traditional
and unforgettable.
Translate.
Let's make caponata.
Lino's recipe.
And as with everything,
always finish with love.
I've decided to sign the documents.
I want to come back.
I have to show you something at the house.
Open that drawer.
These clothes are to use if I go to the hospital.
There are enough for three days and nights.
So Biagia doesn't worry about laundry.
Open the next drawer.
These are the clothes I will be buried in.
Why are you telling me this?
So both of my daughters know where these clothes are.
When you get to my age,
you understand that we are all passing through life.
Here the old people used to say,
"Castelleone is the place where Jesus forgot his shirt."
According to some it meant
it's a place worth forgetting,
a place where you leave and never return.
But I like to think it means we are a place worthy enough
for Jesus to pass through.
-Understand? -Yes.
This whole time, I thought I was staying here for Idalia.
But…
I found this instead.
Lino certainly would have been happy about this.
Lino would sneak up here to read when he was supposed to be working.
If you'd like, you can use this room when you come back here.
For whatever you want, your art. Like you do in Los Angeles.
I know that it's important to you.
You make things beautiful. I saw that.
So did your son.
Yes.
You two were like two forks eating off of the same plate.