Marriage-Italian Style. Pathetically, the dying Filomena lifts her eyes to Domenico, the prosperous pastry merchant she has adored and been kept by for 20 years. "Do you love this woman?" asks an old priest. "You know about us," the merchant shrugs. Someone throws a pillow at his feet, he finds himself kneeling at her bedside, and at death's door they are joined in wedlock. Moments later, Domenico glances at his watch, tiptoes away to phone the nubile cashier he will marry when Filomena dies. Behind him suddenly the curtains are swept aside, and...
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