Don is in his bedroom. He had tried to sneak out of the house, but Monti had ordered that nobody leave until after Nuala’s funeral. Maybe longer, it depends on the outcome of the funeral. He can’t believe his brothers are so concerned about one woman coming after the family. Also, Monti sent Aarti and the children away.
Now he’s on his cellphone telling a woman he can’t make it tonight. Don’t call him, he’ll call her when the coast is clear. He hangs up and walks out of the bedroom and glancing at Basilio's bedroom. “s**t, Nuala, why did you have to be a f*****g problem?” He doesn’t know Basilio is beside him until he feels pain on the right side of his face.
“Son of a b***h. My wife wasn't a f*****g problem. Look in the damn mirror, and you'll see who the f*****g problem is.” Basilio
