Asshole! What the fuck are you doing?
Excuse me. I didn't recognize you.
I'm sorry. I will move immediately.
Stupid fuck.
What's the problem?
If Signor Bartolo sees this he will crush the phone...
and throw the woman off the cliff.
It's all good. Go. Go! Now!
You're the one who continues to bring fucking Americans into our business.
Please stay calm. I'll handle her.
I'll handle this.
First of all...
we're not doing business.
There won't be a single photo of a Bartolo.
I won't allow it.
I'm going for a walk.
I'm going with him. See you later.
-I hate surprises. -I don't know what it is.
-Tell me what it is. -I don't know, my love. Honestly.
Of all the people you could have married, you had to choose this one.
This is truly a nightmare.
Darling, we must postpone the wedding.
Mom, I must get married.
No, but it's not possible--
Mom, I cannot change the wedding date.
That's not even possible.
Alright, let's go.
I, Dante, take you, Emily, as my wife...
until death do us part.
Until death do us part.
In the name of the Father...
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
What the fuck are you doing?
Peace.
Peace...
between the Bartolos and the Versanos.
Peace.
Cheers.
I am in Hell.
This is Hell...
and I'm being punished for my sins.
I cannot believe he burned the prenup.
That's who Dante is.
He loves grand gestures.
Let's hope nothing happens to him.
Put down the gun! Put down the gun!
Put down the gun!
What are you doing here?
Go there! Get him out!
All of this for ten euro.
What are you looking at?
Go clean something.
Maybe I'll go steal me a nice chicken.
That's my telephone!
All my secrets are in there!
Move.
Find her.
Knife! Knife!
Murderer!
It's unbelievable. She is useless.
She's crazy.
Kill her.
And make sure the body is never found.