All language subtitles for The Sopranos - S04E01 - For All Debts Public and Private.eng.SDH

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

CARMELA: "Italy was
relieved today upon learning

that the country's high court

had ruled that influence
peddling is not a crime.

Said Franco Ferrarotti,
an Italian sociologist:

'Essentially the judges are saying

what everybody believes.'

He was referring to raccomandazione,

the Italian custom

of seeking special
treatment from people in power.

'This is our version
of the Protestant ethic,'

Mr. Ferrarotti said.

The case concerned a clerk
of a civil court in Potenza

who was jailed for promising
to speed up someone's trial.

Evidence showed that he
received 88 pounds of fish

in return for his assistance."

[AFRIKA BAMBAATAA'S "WORLD
DESTRUCTION" PLAYING]

[CHILD CRYING]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello? Yeah, she's here.

She's on duty today.

The same, undercover.

Yeah, let me have her call you back.

Deb, it was your mom.

You complain about
your paper on ethnicity.

Here's interesting stuff.
It's your background.

We're from Potenza? I thought
we were "Nabolidaboli" or whatever.

Napoletani. But this is
about Italy as a whole.

The squirrels eat that bread I put out

for the ducks or somebody sweep it up?

I do know that Meadow stepped in

some soggy bread in her bare feet.

You should've heard it.

What's that?

The New York Times

that your friend here
has delivered to him

every day at school for social studies

then doesn't read. I
find them in his room.

Make a go of it at that new school.

You got no idea what
we had to do to get you in.

There is no reason you
shouldn't pass social studies.

You passing social studies?

You just reveal your own ignorance.

It's only been five days.
We didn't get grades yet.

I what? I reveal my own what?

[OVEN TIMER BEEPING]

Look at that.

Now he's reading.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Hey, everybody.
-Where's Furio?

How you doing, Ton?

CARMELA: A.J., finish getting dressed.

-You want some coffee?
-No.

Has Furio got that bug again?

Tony likes to mix it up, you know.

Different cars.

-What, the Caprice?
-No, he's turning off.

Take me to my uncle's doctor.

Furio called me. He's going
to the fucking track today?

So, what about it?

I don't know. I'm driving
again all of a sudden.

I gotta explain why I want
you with me this week?

-God forbid you explain.
-That's right.

Now you're gonna get fresh about it.

I'm just saying, I'm glad to do it.

Oh, I'm glad you're glad.

Your father was like a mentor to me.

-Right.
-A standup.

You ask anybody. Your
old man was a legend.

He single-handed hunted
down that New England crew.

Brought the war home to them up there.

Another Chevy.

It's nuns.

Might be undercover feds, but I doubt it.

[CHILD CRYING]

He must be colicky.

I think he likes your
hair better that way.

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Mr. Soprano.

-There she is.
-You be good, now. Don't start.

You ought to see my finish.

You know, you get sued
for talk like that nowadays.

Cancel my appointment.

Let me die if a man can't voice

to a beautiful woman

the zephyrs blowing through his mind.

My God, will you listen to him today?

Go in there now and
strip down to your shorts.

You see, now? I'm not
gonna touch that line.

Too much class. But as
for that lovely laugh line…

Come on, handsome, we're busy.

Give me that cheek, right here.

I surrender. Do with me what you will.

Okay.

The doctor will be with you both.

So, what'd you wanna see me about?

My trial starts a week from Tuesday.

You'll beat it.

Melvoin's good.

We have to change our arrangement.

Which arrangement is that?

These lawyers are
taking my internal organs.

A million bucks for this trial,

Melvoin and Hirshorn are charging.

And that was bad enough.

They put this Harvard
kid on, this lackey.

I don't know what the fuck he does.

And then they just decided we needed

audibility experts to testify you can't

definitively state what people

are saying on the government tapes.

I could fucking tell them that.

Yeah, well, those guys, they
got sound graphs and shit.

Fifty grand the cocksuckers are charging.

Plus the minimization expert,

plus the fucking monthly expenses.

Fucking Lexus fees, the xeroxing.

An entire forest must have
given its life in Xerox paper

just for this one fucking trial.

I said to Mel,

"Can't we just at one meeting

all read from the same paper?

-Pass it around?"
-Our split stays the same.

You kept me in place as
boss to take the heat off you.

My legal problems let you go strutting

around like a gabavreche two years.

-There you go.
-Ten points.

I got medical bills too, Anthony.

I got cash-flow problems of my own.

A one-time hit, 50, 75 grand
to cover the audibility expert.

I got two kids in private schools.

Goddamn it!

Get your shy running right.

That's what you should be focused on.

Would you like to try some
kielbasa? Kentshire Farms.

-Sure.
-WOMAN: Nitrate free.

[DOG BARKING]

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I like Versace's dinnerware,

but stamping your face
on every plate. The ego!

[DOG BARKING]

Look who's here.

My God, what are you doing home?

I gotta get this out of my car.

Is that for us?

You're in a good mood.

Want me to fix you a plate?

CHRISTOPHER: Will
you shut that pocket rat up?

You wanna say hello to Danielle?

Not really.

I should go, anyhow.

Enjoy your wine. Don't
listen to his bullshit.

I gotta get up early tomorrow.

No matter how much the john offers?

Pig.

This is beautiful.

Where'd you get it?

You said you were gonna go, go.

-I gotta get some sleep.
-I should go.

Froze to death in that mall today.

They go crazy with the air conditioning.

So when am I gonna see you again?

I'll call you.

Okay, sweetie.

WOMAN: Some of
those bags look like Gucci.

He gets that stuff all the
time. His cousin's a liquidator.

-Bye.
-See you.

-You are so fucking rude.
-I had a horrible goddamn day.

She's over here all the time lately.

Tony still acting all mean?

Cosette, quiet.

Fucking asshole.

Ever since I questioned his judgment

on some Ralphie-Jackie Jr. problem.

Like he's fucking infallible,
Pope Tony XXIII or some shit.

Now he starts in with my father,

so I can be compared all negative.

-Jeez.
-You never know.

I could be on the
endangered species list.

-Chrissy!
-Gonna get high?

Maybe I'll just smoke some.

Stonato. That's more
addictive than shooting.

I don't do it every fucking day now

like some people.

I'm just chipping. I
got it under control.

Chrissy, Tony loves you.

Why would he have you made
if he didn't depend on you?

He could depend on me.

When the fuck have I ever
not been there 100 percent.

["THE SUN IS SINKIN'
IN THE WEST" PLAYING]

Want some?

Can I talk to you a minute?

Turn this off?

Turn it down.

I'm worried, Tony.

-About my weight?
-About money.

So you're getting less
allowance than usual.

I told you, it's temporary.

Super Bowl last year,
we didn't lay enough off.

No, it's not just that.
I'm worried about you

about the future

me and the kids if
something happens to you.

-I don't provide for you?
-Now.

I saw Angie Bonpensiero today.

She was handing out free Polish sausage

at the supermarket.

Don't start with that. I
supported her long enough.

Who is gonna support
your children and me?

If, God forbid, something happens to you.

That's the point.

Sil? Paulie? That is frightening.

You'll be taken care of.

Say, that was real pretty.
Go on, play some more.

Now, why don't you play something I…

You're set in perpetuity.

There's money in overseas accounts.

I don't have the serial numbers.

You'll have them then.

Not now. For your own benefit.
So you're not an accomplice.

Jesus, Carmela, I been
busting my pick all day

to bring home the money
you're concerned about.

I thought maybe I could have a sundae,

and zone out in front of the TV

because, A, you're right,
my job is extremely stressful…

I am talking about some
simple estate planning, Tony

that's all.

My cousin, Brian Cammarata,
helped lots of people

set up trusts for their kids

begin asset allocation…

I gotta spell this out for you?

I can't declare X amount of my income.

Your consulting fees from
Barone Sanitation you do.

We file a tax return to
justify the house, the cars.

We could be putting aside
some to start a portfolio.

Stocks?

You gotta be high in
the corporate structure

to make that work.

We don't have those
Enron-type connections.

Bonds, then.

There are these things called REITs

that Brian told me about.

Bonds? Where's the capital for that?

In the Caymans or under the mattress,

or wherever you put it at zero growth.

The money stays.

With what's going on in the world?

-There's always an excuse.
-There's no cash in this house.

Not since our last bust. Check the vents.

And I provide for my children.

Yes, Tony, you do.

But I don't know how
because you won't tell me.

Let me tell you something.

Or you can watch the fucking news.

Everything comes to an end.

Good morning, Ton.

-They over there?
-I was able to reach everybody.

What the fuck you doing?

-What, Ton?
-You're wasting fucking ice.

Oh, it's mostly melted.

-You gonna argue with me now?
-No, Ton.

You don't have to see
the monthly statement.

We're losing money.

No, Ton, you're right. I don't.

Think that shit grows on trees?

Ice? No, I don't.

What, are you getting cute with me?

No.

I think you are. You're
getting an attitude on you.

I'm not.

Ice, Ton, when it hangs around…

Hey, Georgie, be quiet.

But it gets watery.

It dilutes the drinks, especially scotch.

Jesus Christ.

Here, throw it all away now.

Waste it all, fucking
John D. Rockefeller!

Waste it all! Motherfuck, huh!

Conserve!

Where were you?

I wanna know why there's zero growth

in this family's receipts.

Where's the fucking money?

You're supposed to be earners.

That's why you got
the top-tier positions.

Each of you, go to your people
on the street, crack some heads.

Create some fucking earners out there!

The guy. We talked about
this over at the other place.

With the guy, the councilman.
What the fuck happened to that?

-It petered out.
-It petered out?

-It died on the vine.
-It died on the vine?

It died on the vine. The
guy, he moved or something.

Oh, nobody knows what
the fuck I'm talking about?

We hear you, Ton.

My uncle

the boss of this family,
is on trial for his life.

And what you people are kicking
up there is a fucking disgrace.

You know how much lawyers
cost? A major RICO like his?

I'm the only one supporting him.

This thing is a pyramid,
since time immemorial.

Shit runs downhill.

Money goes up. It's that simple.

I should not have to be coming here

hat in my hand

reminding you about
your duty to that man.

And I don't wanna hear about the economy!

I don't wanna hear it.

Sil, break it down for them.

What two businesses have been

recession-proof since time immemorial?

Certain aspects of show
business and our thing.

Now, that's it. That's all I gotta say.

Frankly, I'm depressed and ashamed.

Is that what your coach laid out
for you as a training breakfast?

The shelf in the garage is still loose.

You went down in the garage?

I'm gonna go check it out.

You said you'd get up early,
come to church with me,

and go online and
register for your classes.

I'll miss Grandma-and-Grandpa dinner too.

There's a back-to-school
party for Hadley.

Those boring Sunday dinners.

Can one of my new friends eat over?

Aunt Ro and Uncle Ralph will be here too,

but I'm sure we can fit.

-Not gonna lay out, Dad?
-It's too cold.

Ralphie and Ro are coming out here today?

I thought we got that

straightened out months ago.

And it's not "Uncle" Ralph.

I asked you about inviting
them the other night,

and you said, mmm.

I must've been focused on something else.

Yeah, well, it's Ro's
birthday, and she's very down.

Anthony, I ever tell you
about the time I had a Harley?

-Whoa, cool.
-Seventy-four Shovelhead.

I could blow off Porsches on that thing.

Not my dad's Boxster.

-What's your name?
-Matt.

Matt, no offense,

but your dad's Boxster
is a Porsche with panties.

He knows what I'm saying.

I mean, that's for the
Hamptons, the Boxster.

I'm talking Turbo Carrera.

One time I'm alongside this

Turbo with doctor plates.

We come off the line,
he's got this big Jew grin.

-You're not Jewish, are you?
-Half.

He knows it's all in fun.

We hit the intersection

Passaic Avenue and New Dutch Lane.

We're doing 110.

Right through the light. He
wasn't grinning then, boy.

I look back. He's white as false teeth.

Jason Mingelli's parents
let him get a YZ250.

You get on that bike

I'll cut your legs off
before the bike does.

I had the high handlebars.

Bruce Dern, don't you
got somewhere to be?

I gotta hit the little boys' room.

You guys need some help?

In my day there was a motorcycle
called the Vincent Black Shadow.

-Boy, did that thing take off.
-The hoods all drove those.

They beat you up that time,
you remember, on City Island?

He'd just gotten out of the Navy.

I think he weighed 105 pounds.

Did you see any action in World War II?

A little bit.

I was stationed in Nova Scotia,

but I'd caught diverticulitis

the weight loss she's talking about.

Oh, my God, you're eating. I'm so sorry.

Don't worry, come in.

Absolutely. You want something?

No, thank you.

I came to borrow the samovar,

for my cousin's baby shower.

This is my friend, Danielle Ciccolella.

This is Christopher's cousin, Tony.

How you doing?

His cousin, Carmela.

-This is a beautiful home.
-Thank you.

-Where you from, Danielle?
-Whippany.

-Want some anisette?
-No, thanks.

This thing needs polishing.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-There's a bathroom downstairs.
-It's me, Janice.

-There's a bathroom downstairs!
-I know.

-What?
-What are you doing?

Nothing.

-Come on, come on, come on.
-I knew it.

Go ahead, you can do that.

How's Ro doing down there?

Very quiet. You know,
it's to be expected.

They got her on medication.
I don't think it's helping.

"Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!"

Danielle, did you see the loggia?

WOMAN: That loggia
was my daughter's idea.

Nice, huh?

ADRIANA: Danielle, come check this out.

Wait, Ralphie.

Oh, come on.

-What?
-What are you doing to me here?

[MOANING]

I was stationed in Nova
Scotia. Well, I told you that.

Anyway, there was nothing for them to do

in Nova Scotia.

Great seafood, but other than that…

It's a lot of cracked corn.

All the ducks

they've flown south for the winter.

So I'll be ready for next season.

Thanks.

Red Suburban. I'll be
over at Italianissimo.

Good news about the Esplanade.

The legislature voted to refund

the special Newark Development District

along Frelinghuysen north
from the Museum of Trucking.

Because of the vote,
Omni will put up a hotel

with a galleria on the first floor.

Word came down yesterday.

A galleria?

Fifty stores selling
sneakers and turnip greens.

It's a demographic imperative.
Hoboken's maxed out.

Your Prada people are
already moving to Down Neck.

Where are they gonna go next?

My old man had a piece of
the garbage transfer station

in lower Manhattan in the '70s.

Now, people told him

start buying up the
abandoned buildings around here.

But he couldn't see it.

And now it's Tribeca.

Tell you, Tony, I'm
borrowing money myself

to grab up parcels along Frelinghuysen

through a shell company.

A private citizen like you?

Who's gonna quibble with
patriotic entrepreneurism?

My uncle has property
down on Frelinghuysen.

Mr. Soprano.

[SINGING "I REMEMBER YOU"]

Oh, boy.

Right there.

I'm gonna be busy the next
couple months. But after that

what would you say, me and you.

Una bella giornata to
that city called Atlantic.

I have many dear friends there.
I could show you quite a time.

-Thank you, but I don't gamble.
-With me it's never a gamble.

You know, today is my last day.

Where are you going?

Back to school.

Anyway, I'll come say
goodbye when you're done here.

Excuse me.

All the fucking luck.

So, what is it today?

It's becoming clear to me

Murf can't run my
operations while I'm in court.

He's starting to forget things.

His words.

Sometimes there's food
on the front of his shirt,

the poor bastard.

I'm gonna move Bobby up.

-I think it's a good choice.
-I wasn't asking. I'm telling.

-So you know who to talk to.
-Bobby know yet?

Well, I think we should
bring him in here.

He's gonna be a very happy man.

[CHATTERING]

Thought you were at the beauty parlor.

I'm gonna get the last of the tomatoes.

Yeah, they were good last night.

A little late in the
season for ducks, no?

Well, not necessarily. The
ones from upper Canada

this is the south to them.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Speak.

WOMAN: I have a collect
call from Mr. Walters.

Okay, operator.

John?

-Oh, right on time.
-It's all I got, pal, time.

What the fuck happened out there?

Didn't Tony tell you? Sil?

They just mentioned in passing

you were doing the
county book in Youngstown.

They didn't have long to talk.

Hello?

Let me first say

I can't tell you how touched I was

when my nephew told
me you wanted me to call.

Anthony only talks to
me through middlemen.

So, what'd they pinch you for?

Gun charge. I drove
out to visit Lenny Scotise.

Don't know if you know Lenny.
We used to have that club in…

Doesn't matter.

Anyway, my first night here

we drive out to visit

Dean Martin's birthplace in Steubenville.

Cops pull us over for no left blinker.

Long story short? They
find a piece under the seat.

Fucking .38.

Turns out it was used

in an unsolved murder out here

from eight years ago.

-Oh, Jesus.
-Yeah.

-So, what can I do to help?
-You're too much. Nothing.

The lawyer said they'll keep us here

as long as they can

until they make their
case or somebody cops to it.

-Keep your dick up.
-Well, I… Leave that!

Don't touch that. My program's coming on.

John, love you, babe.
Don't let me rot, now.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?
-I gotta work tonight.

-I see.
-You see. You see what?

You're so concerned about our finances

where do you think it comes from?

Well, be careful driving home.

There he is. Here's to
Newark's newest hotel, huh, Ton?

Anything else with the
Esplanade I should know?

No.

It's the girls from Icelandic Air.

Oh, come on in.

Hey, how are you?

All right, let me get
the fuck out of here.

-How's Junior?
-He's gonna be all right.

Tell him he's in our prayers, et cetera.

I'll be sure and let him know.

One other thing, though.

John said he went to a
cookout at your house.

-Yeah.
-A don doesn't wear shorts.

All right, Carmine,
come on. Elevator's here.

-So where are you girls from?
-Reykjavik.

Oh, you do, and you'll clean it up.

["THE TASTE IN YOUR TEARS" PLAYING]

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

-TONY: Christopher!
-Yo. Yeah.

Let's go.

What's up, T?

-You have a good time tonight?
-All right.

Learn anything?

Like what?

Anything.

You had a sit-down with two bosses.

You got a real hard-on
for me, that's all I know.

-Oh, you think so.
-It's fucking obvious.

Take the parkway.

You know, for all the things

there are to eat on this island

your breadfruit, mangoes, papayas

not to mention the fish in the sea

there's no question about us surviving.

We could go on here for years.

And I mean years.

Where you going?

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Get that.

Hello.

Who did?

Oh, they did?

I'll tell him.

Tell me what?

-That was Melvoin.
-So it was Melvoin.

The fuck is this, Mother
May I? Go ahead! Tell me!

He just had a call from
some source of his.

Dr. Schreck's office
isn't safe to talk at.

The FBI had an undercover
in there since January.

Or D-day or something.

The agent's been pulled
to testify at your trial.

All right, pull up over there.

Who's that? Bobby Bacala?

See over there?

Guy in there killed your father.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Barry Haydu.

Detective lieutenant in
the Clifton Police Force.

Retired today.

That's his retirement party.

Everybody always told
me it was a fucking cop.

I thought he was dead.

My mother can't even talk about it.

Did the hit for Jilly Rufalo.

He and your old man
were in the can together.

Jilly stabbed your old
man's cellmate to death.

So when your old man got paroled

he tracked down Jilly.

Took out his eye so bad

he couldn't even put a glass one in.

Loyal, your old man.

That's what I heard.

Some guy's eye.

They hit my dad right
outside my house, right?

He was bringing home a crib for me?

Yeah.

Well, no, he was outside the house,

but he wasn't carrying a crib.

He had a bunch of TV trays.

Could've been a crib just as easily.

That rat fuck was in uniform then.

Gambled like you wouldn't believe.

He did it on contract.

Could've been a crib just as easily.

So how come he's still fucking walking?

Because he's been
useful. But he's outlived it

as of his cute little
ceremony this afternoon.

Is that him? With the sombrero on?

No, you can't tell from here.

But maybe. Maybe it… Yeah.

Yeah, probably.

Here.

Nice house, apparently.
They say he paid cash for it.

Good luck.

Questions?

Kill the dome light.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SINGING]

MAN 1: That's the
lamest plan I ever heard.

MAN 2: It is not a lame
plan. We got it all worked out.

We got the time to place everything!

It's lame.

Magnum, why are you
being so negative and hostile?

I wanted the biggest drug
dealer in the Midwest,

and he's a dangerous criminal…

The fuck is this? You're cleaned out.

There's nothing to rob in this place.

Well, there's this.

Okay.

You know I'm a police officer.

Engraving on this watch
says you retired, today.

Well

every little bit helps.

Rough divorce, huh?

She must be a real vile twat.

Hope she didn't pass
it on to your daughter.

Listen to me.

It's not too late to cut your losses.

Unlock me, give me the weapons.

I promise you I will do whatever
is in my power to help you.

Maybe. Let's come back to that.

You remember Dickie Moltisanti?

-No.
-No?

Is that what you said?

-Was he a friend of yours?
-He was my father.

Steak san, Newport fries.

Scrambled eggs, no oil, tomato slices.

So are you mentally
prepared for this promotion?

Oh, yeah.

How's that steak?

-It's okay.
-Yeah?

-Hon?
-Yeah?

Another steak san over here, rare.

Coming up.

No, because it's…

It's a lot of added responsibility.

I think it should've happened sooner.

How's your family doing, you know…

Since the tragedy with your dad?

-Rough on my mother.
-Yeah, yeah, well…

How old is she now?

She's 69.

Mom really went downhill
after the World Trade Center.

You know, Quasimodo predicted all this.

-Who did what?
-All these problems.

The Middle East, the end of the world.

Nostradamus.

Quasimodo's the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Oh, right. Notredamus.

Nostradamus and Notre Dame.

It's two different things completely.

It's interesting, though,
they'd be so similar, isn't it?

And I always thought, "Okay,
Hunchback of Notre Dame.

You also got your quarterback,

and your halfback of Notre Dame."

One's a fucking cathedral.

Obviously, I know. I'm just saying

it's interesting, the coincidence.

What, you gonna tell me
you never pondered that?

The back thing with Notre Dame?

No.

Look, I don't know who
told you I had anything to do

with the death of your father,

but their information is faulty.

Or they are deliberately
not telling you the truth.

Are you inferring

that you didn't take
cash from Jilly Rufalo

to whack my father while
he was carrying a TV tray,

for me to watch TV?

I don't know anybody named Rufalo.

You're being set up!

He's lying to you, whoever he is!

It wouldn't make any difference.

What do you mean?

-He wants you dead.
-All right, look, look, look.

I got a boat. It's a Sea Ray 230.

It's almost brand-new.

I didn't kill your
father, but you could…

You don't want a cop-kill on your head!

And what if they won't pull over, TC?

I'm not gonna take on a limo in this car.

-No problem.
-I'm sorry!

-Pull over to the side.
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

Honk the horn.

Pull over! Police!

Police? In a Ferrari?

Freeze. Don't move a muscle,
or I'll put a bullet through it.

Special Investigator
Finaday, you're under arrest.

What's the charge, Officer?

Speeding, reckless driving,
endangering another vehicle.

And impersonating an officer.

How you think it's going?

Oh, it couldn't be better.
You two are terrific.

Soon as they come through the door

we're gonna nail them.

Freeze!

Oh, shit.

I missed my game, again.

Fucking loser!

Now Reese'll have to
lead the guys to victory.

-Who's Reese?
-Kenneth Reese!

He was my backup
quarterback at the academy,

and he's been waiting,

for a chance like this since 1963.

He got it because of you.

[ON TV] More than 12 hours. Ted?

Amy, in Pennsylvania tonight,
two men were shot and killed

in what was described as a brazen,

but successful armored-car robbery.

Three accomplices escaped with $800,000

while one of the dead men

Denis Lynch of Freehold, New Jersey

was said by police to have ties

to organized crime families

both in that city and in New York.

The street where the robbery took place

was littered with bills
from all denomiations…

-TONY: You smell gas down here?
-BACALA: It's always like that.

TONY: He had the pipes checked?

Oh, I thought I heard something.

Is he up? I need to talk to him.

I brought him a steak.

You can put it with
his eggs like he likes.

Actually, your wife's here.

She's making him something to eat.

Karen. Something happen?

We had some bad news last night.

Are you just gonna stand there?

No, the feds had an undercover agent

in Dr. Schreck's office.

Uncle Jun.

-Hey, Karen.
-Fucking Grand Central Station?

Junior, my kids, huh?

You're right. Sorry, dear.

I brought my bar of soap.

What time they call you?

We had a little scare.

Thought it was the shunt in his heart.

He passed some gas, and he seems better.

Why don't you go on Joe Franklin

tell the whole Tri-State area?

-Dad, Dad.
-Not now.

Look, I heard what happened.

It's bad, but it's not worth
getting yourself sick over.

-I told you just sit down.
-He doesn't have cable.

Actually, we're gonna go.
Okay, Jun, you got everything?

Thank you, dear, you've been wonderful.

-Bye, Karen.
-I'll see you.

-Come on.
-See you, kids.

-Goodbye, Karen.
-Be good.

Must've been that piece of tail.

Now, look, she…

She probably reported the meetings

who was there, all that shit.

As far as conversations,
what could she hear?

You better hope nothing

because you were
involved in every fucking one.

How could you fall for that flirty shit?

That's the point.

Get the hell out of here.
I wanna talk to my uncle.

Forget about that for a minute.

That shit about your legal expenses.

I been thinking, and okay

maybe I can give you some relief.

What?

You got that empty garage
over on Frelinghuysen Avenue.

You been trying to sell
it. I'll take it off your hands.

The fuck you gonna do with it?

I don't know. I'm trying to help you out.

How much?

Hundred thousand.

-Who gives a fuck anyway?
-Hey, come on.

I was led around by the nose, Anthony.

You're right, a young cooze smiled at me,

and birds started chirping.

The time was

my instincts would've
never failed me like that.

So, what are you now,
the Amazing Kreskin?

What did I tell her?

Did I say anything could
be used against me?

I don't know.

Bullshitting, singing.

Atlantic City, Jesus Christ.

I'll be sitting right across
from her in the courtroom.

All right, come on,
have something to eat.

I'm an old man, Anthony.

An old man that's going to trial.

Not much else to say about me.

I'm a little depressed.

-And you were on vacation.
-Can you describe the feelings?

I mean, things are good.

Especially with Carmela.

Oh, but then she starts
ragging on me about the future.

How she's worried.

And what's gonna
happen to them if I'm dead.

And buy bonds and all this shit.

A lot of people are feeling vulnerable.

But on the other hand, she's right.

Not that I'd ever tell her that.

Why not?

Then she'd wanna know
where's the money, how much…

Don't you want Carmela
to be taken care of?

She is. Anyway, she's
right. That's the point.

Over the last couple years I
been doing a lot of thinking.

And?

My uncle snapped it into focus.

What's he, 72 years old. What's he got?

Fucking shitty house in Belleville,

and a bunch of legal bills

that'd make you gargle
Drano if you had them.

I've analyzed it.

There's two endings for a guy like me

a high-profile guy.

Dead or in the can,
big percent of the time.

-You never talk this frankly.
-Even with this terrorism

the government has
resources. As far as legal bills…

Anthony.

-What?
-Why don't you give it up?

You didn't let me finish.

There's a third way to wrap it up.

You rely only on family.

Not many men could survive

without the love and support
of their wife and children…

No, no, no, I'm talking about business.

You trust only blood.

A friend of mine

a guy whose name you would know

stayed out of the can and in charge

living in Florida

till he was 81 years old

because he only gave
orders through his son.

No other conversations that
could come back in testimony.

-His son?
-No, no, not A.J.

What I've been dealt is my nephew.

He's gotten his act together, the kid.

And over the last couple of months

I started the process

of bonding him to me inseparably.

-How?
-Well, that we can't get into.

Didn't your uncle do that with you?

You said his life is like a desert.

I'm 42.

I'm already more successful
than my uncle ever was.

You've seen my house.

Anthony, why are you telling me this?

I don't know.

Guess

I trust you.

A little.

Hey, Mom.

What the hell are you doing here?

You scared me to death.

Just stopped by to see
how you're getting along.

You ever do anything
like a normal person?

There is a bell.

So how you been?

Fine.

-How's Connie's kid?
-He's huge.

Jesus!

That's Jason?

He has a weight problem
already, eight years old.

She never had him baptized.
She thought she knew everything.

Actually, I was hoping

you'd make me one of your Fluffernutters.

It's fucking mouthwash.

Leave me the fuck alone,

you come over here for that shit.

What's that on the table?
Daddy's Navy picture?

You ever miss him?

When he was in prison?

Or since he's been dead?

I don't know.

Did I saddle you with a stepfather?

I don't have any peanut butter.

I haven't kept it since you left.

I can't make you a fluffernutter.

Want French toast?

No.

I gotta go.

-Ade sends her love.
-Right. Say hello.

And you watch that Baileys.

I'll give you a shot in the head.

-Look who's talking.
-What?

Never mind what.

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