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♪ You woke up this morning Got yourself a gun ♪

♪ Your mama always said You'd be the chosen one ♪

♪ She said "You're one in a million ♪

♪ And you've got to burn To shine" ♪

♪ But you were born Under a bad sign ♪

♪ With a blue moon In your eyes ♪

♪ And you woke up this morning And all that love had gone ♪

♪ Your papa never told you About right and wrong ♪

♪ But you're looking good Baby ♪

♪ I believe that You're afeelin' fine ♪

♪ No shame about it ♪

♪ Born under a bad sign ♪

♪ With a blue moon In your eyes ♪

♪ Sing it now ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ You got a blue moon ♪

♪ Got a blue moon In your eyes ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ You say you woke up This morning ♪

♪ The world turned Upside down ♪

♪ Lordy, brother Things ain't been the same ♪

♪ Since the blues Walked in our town ♪

♪ But you're one in a million ♪

♪ 'Cause you got That shotgun shine ♪

♪ No shame about it Born under a bad sign ♪

♪ With a blue moon In your eyes, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ Got yourself a gun ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪ ♪ Got yourself a gun ♪

♪ Got yourself a gun ♪

Ton', will you get that?

Hello?

Tony, it's me.

Don't hang up.

What the fuck are you calling here for?

You know who could answer this phone?

Please, you are so conceited.

Do you really think I want to call you?

I think you're drinking and dialing.

I can smell the vanilla Stoli from here.

Yell to your sister, not to me.

A week it's been, and my poor cousin

still is not having her prosthetic leg.

What the fuck you want me to do?

Tony, please, I miss you so much.

Can't you come over here?

Don't ever call here again.

Didn't you see my favorite patient today?

Tomorrow.

How's that going?

Let's not, Richard.

I so wish to Christ you hadn't taken him back.

I took you back.

You think the synergy escapes me?

You start treating him,

we start seeing each other again.

Richard, Richard.

No, seriously.

If you really want to know,

he had a real breakthrough last week.

Yeah, "break through" what?

Somebody's jaw?

You're right, I'm wasting my time.

Better I should boycott

with the National Italian American Foundation

and save the world from, uh, what is it this week?

Um... "gangster"?

The very idea ABC would even think

of producing that stereotypical goombah-fest.

Richard, we're an advertisement for the American experiment.

We did great.

I'm so fed up with people assuming I'm a thug

because my name ends in a vowel.

Undershirts, yelling.

Hollywood tries to give these sociopaths

the tragic grandeur of Al Pacino.

You know, he's an expert at this, Jen.

The guy's conning you.

Condescend to me, Richard.

It gets me so hot.

Tell me a little more about this breakthrough, then.

You yourself said the guy's alexithymic.

You said nothing's gonna get through.

Not if it threatens that straw house he's built inside his head

to shelter his base criminality.

It really concerns me you don't see this, Jen.

I mean, pink-slip this guy.

He's dangerous.

I'm gonna pink-slip you

if you don't get that chicken in the oven.

Is that new?

Looks good.

Did you bring your log?

My log?

Remember last week?

You were gonna keep a record.

I asked you to write down any feelings of anxiety

or memories of past anxiety attacks.

Yeah, my parents and the pork store.

I know.

Yeah, that was... It was interesting.

Have you thought at all about that?

How do people find the time?

To get well?

Look, my mother's dead.

I haven't had a panic attack since.

You've gone months without them before.

The conflicts that cause them and your depression

are buried deep inside you.

Are you happy?

Am I happy?

You know, that's not even...

Look, I'm sorry I didn't bring the list.

I'll bring it next week.

We ought to think about bringing your wife into this.

In here? Carmela?

You're the one who wanted to take a more proactive approach.

That's not in the future.

Let's talk frankly.

You demanded more of me.

Fine.

But you're not trying.

Yeah, I know.

The past.

But shit happens in my daily life that needs attention now.

I got some genuine concerns, you know,

about my son.

He shies away from anything that requires effort,

and I think maybe he picks that up from me.

I mean, he's in football now, right?

But Carmela's just as guilty about this as I am

'cause she indulges him...

Richard was right.

I've been charmed by a sociopath.

Why didn't I listen?

Why do you think?

Why did I reject a good man like Richard in the first place?

If you think about my life, it's so textbook.

Marry a man 10 years my senior.

Of course Richard's gonna be protective and patriarchal.

And then I reject him for being exactly that.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to be safe, Jen.

It's a basic human need. I know Richard's right.

I should get Tony Soprano...

Oh, shit.

I always thought it was that other guy in the news.

Little Augie Aprile.

I can't believe I revealed his name.

Why did you?

Does Richard know who he is?

I think he saw it in my daytimer once.

That's why he's been so adamant, because Soprano is very high up.

If he was just some button man, you wouldn't be treating him?

Elliot, please, huh, with the terminology?

Jennifer, you know psychotherapy is limited

in the treatment of anxiety disorder.

Now, you've medicated Soprano properly,

you've helped him gain what insight he's able to absorb.

It's time to send him on to a behaviorist.

Janice!

Janice!

I was downstairs cleaning up.

When'd you change the locks?

The minute that Ukrainian dye job was out the door.

Don't mess with the Russians, Janice.

That's all I'm gonna say.

She can have her leg back

when she returns Ma's record collection.

And don't say you wouldn't have done the same thing.

I'm getting calls at my house from her cousin.

Miss Petrograd Carburetor Works of 1987?

I can't have it.

Don't fuck with me on this, Janice.

Give back the leg.

Tony, those records, they're yours too.

It's sad that you don't care.

Those old albums,

they're a window into Ma's soul.

In fact, I'm making a documentary.

The World War II generation and their music,

exemplified by Ma.

Who the fuck are you kidding?

You're gonna sell them on the Internet!

I have work to do.

Yeah, right, cleaning up the cellar.

Good luck finding the lost Dutchman's gold mine, Janice.

You'd make more money working a real job.

Right, like the minute I'm out of here,

you're not gonna have contractors downstairs

tearing apart the walls.

Oh, Janice.

Ah, ah, ah.

You finished?

I want to meet my bud at the gym. We're gonna spar.

You got a girlfriend?

You know who's turned into a little mink, though?

That Meadow Soprano.

Look at him perk up.

I've known her since we were kids, for chrissake.

Speaking of the royal family,

I heard you did a stick-up with Christopher Moltisanti.

I wanted to fly down to South Beach, see friends.

My mom wouldn't pay.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell her.

Look, kid...

I'm trying real hard here.

And I know it's tough on you.

I'm the guy that's dating your mom.

- Dating? - Don't get fucking filthy about it.

Anyway, this...

This was a good idea she had.

Us going out to dinner.

Not that I think one conversation

ever solved anybody's problems.

I'm only here so I don't have to hear her bitching and crying.

The gym, huh?

Mind if I make a stop first?

My brother-in-law's out of town.

He said you knew.

I get the bad-tempered one.

Bashir said he told your man

that this month payment could be late

because we've had problems with the trucks.

Three of them needed new hydraulics.

Well, nobody talked to me.

He said you approved.

You're collecting on my fucking routes,

you gotta pay me a use fee.

They're only your routes because you say they are.

You want to question a New Jersey business practice

that goes back 70 years?

Hey!

What is all this, Ralphie?

I ought to stick a shish kebab up your ass.

Why do you provoke me, huh?

This young buck...

he'll fuck your wife until she moans.

Fucking wop. You began it, huh?

What the fuck you call me?

You bring my wife into this?

Huh? Huh? Put it down!

Hey, mister, come on.

Hey!

Get the fucking bat!

Let go!

You all right? He get you?

Fucking asshole!

School this prick.

In the breadbasket!

Good, kid.

Introduce him to his desk.

You ought to take an anger management course.

Fucking racial slurs.

Why are you doing this to me?

That's what you get for using a baseball bat.

Let's go, kid.

- Yeah? - Ginny?

It's Tony Soprano.

Oh, my God, what's wrong with me?

I'm a mess here with the moving.

Come in, I'll get John.

John!

John, get down here! You got company!

Oh! Look who's here.

The guinea welcome wagon.

This is for you, you piece of shit.

Carmela's bringing something nice

to the housewarming for Ginny.

They call this the great room.

I don't see what's so great about it.

It's mediocre, if you ask me.

We got a fucking living room right over there.

I didn't know you were moving to Jersey.

Yeah, Ginny wanted to be near her sisters, you know,

and schools out here.

We were sitting with Carmine all night long,

you never once mentioned you bought a place in Jersey.

It's not Carmine's favorite subject, me living in Jersey,

but it's what, half an hour, 40 minutes over the bridge?

Well, why didn't you tell me you were moving here?

Why?

I gotta find out second-hand?

What the fuck do you care?

What, do you work in a tollbooth now?

Besides, I already got the condo in Point Pleasant.

Yeah.

You should have fucking told me.

Ah, Tony, I'm telling you now.

This is strictly a place for me to live.

I got no intention of sticking my beak in.

I mean, there's our family, and then there's the Soprano family.

Well, don't I get to see the rest of this shit hole?

Maybe you can help me unstick this Rain Bird.

I'm a stranger in a strange land out here.

Marone, look at this pair.

How many Neapolitans does it take to screw in a light bulb?

There's only candles in Naples right now.

The cardinal of the Church controls that racket.

That's a good one.

You like it, you have can have it.

Use it on your paisans.

We don't have those bulb joke. They don't translate.

Oh.

Tony, I go get a cappuccino.

Two thousand of that is mine.

This fucking sand monkey on 17, he's holding out on us.

So you treat his brother-in-law to a ride in an ambulance?

He said a very bad word.

Let me ask you something.

Why would you take Jackie's kid on something like that?

Somebody's gotta show him how the real world works.

Kid's got a chip on his shoulder,

23 years old, he's still living at home.

So he can keep an eye on the pencil prick

that's banging his mother.

No matter how nice I am to that little bastard,

he still hates me.

Don't look at me. I got a daughter that age.

It's all a fucking mystery.

Amen.

I was thinking, being a parent, that's the hardest job.

It's harder than this other shit we do.

The garbage route, whatever.

Like my first marriage, my kid, Justin.

Ralphie, I got some news you're not gonna like.

I'm putting our friend in over there as captain.

What?

No, no.

Fucking Gigi, are you shitting me?

I'm sorry.

This bullshit with the Arab,

so I went over the top,

but I'll take care of it on a people level.

You know this isn't the first thing.

Well, then at least tell the truth, Ton'.

You want one of your own people over there

so he can spy on the Aprile crew.

Yeah. But I shouldn't have to.

You got some bad tendencies, Ralphie,

and I sympathize 'cause I got them too.

But also, you're partnering up with Joe Brooklyn

on that shit at the port.

Come on, tell me that was a bum decision.

The bottom line speaks loudest.

I'm earning my ass off for you.

It's my decision.

Jesus Christ, Ton'.

I eat dinner at your house.

This is business.

See? Turned it off.

Since we last met, I've been thinking about

your course of therapy.

You're the doctor.

I think you're ready to move on

to behavior modification therapy.

What's that mean? Talk to somebody else?

This because of what happened last time?

Look, I'm sorry, but like you said,

it's hard to think about that stuff.

I mean, it took me how long to remember it even happened?

I realize that.

You know, you're fucking unbelievable.

I ask you to get serious in here,

and when it gets hard,

you pawn me off on somebody else.

I'm just introducing the idea.

Something for you to think about.

I'm going to bring in some things for you to read

about behavior modification therapy.

Yes, Richard. He was here earlier today.

Yes, we talked about behavior mod.

But... Well, maybe you could.

Listen, I told you I would discharge him,

and I will in my own good time.

Richard, look,

I'm going into the garage, I'm gonna lose you.

I'll see you later.

- Ah! - Shut up!

Don't turn around.

I said, shut up.

I got a knife. I'll cut you, bitch.

Ah!

Help!

- Get off! - Shut up!

I'll give you all my money!

Shut up!

- No! - Shut up! Shut up!

No!

- No, come on. - Get the panties off.

- No, stop it! - I am gonna fuck you, bitch.

No!

Please, no!

No!

You fucking bitch!

Stop it!

Stop it!

She's almost done. We just need a few more swabs.

Oh, for God's sake, Jen.

Richard.

You're all right. You're gonna be all right.

I thought that I... I broke my leg,

but it's just really badly sprained.

Jesus. Oh, God.

Bastard.

Did they tell you that they caught him?

Thank God. We apprehended somebody with the description

at a Popeye's Chicken not far from the scene.

Of course, the jerk is denying it,

but he had her PalmPilot.

Says he found it on the street.

This is Detective Piersol.

She's been great.

There's no way to describe this.

It's overwhelming.

Of course.

The son of a bitch. Who is he?

Jesus Rossi.

- Rossi? - Lives over in Elizabeth.

28 years old, no priors.

Rossi, that's an Italian name.

Am I missing something here?

The girl said he was Puerto Rican, that's all.

I just want to take a shower, okay?

We'll be done here soon.

All right.

Mom!

Jason.

Jesus, Ma.

What did these lousy fuckers do?

It's okay. I'm gonna be all right.

I can't believe this shit.

I'm gonna kill these motherfuckers.

- Jason... - Fuck it, Dad!

You know, the whole world is a fucking sewer!

It's nothing but a fucking sewer!

It's a bunch of animals out there running wild!

And they're fucking winning!

Jason, the police caught the man that did it. It's okay.

I want five minutes with that asshole!

Jason, this isn't helping.

Now, your mother doesn't need to hear this, so stop it.

Why don't you go outside and settle down.

I'll be right out.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Hello, may I speak to Anthony Soprano, please?

He's not available to the phone right now.

Whom may I tell him is calling?

This is Jennifer Melfi.

Is this Mrs. Soprano?

Yes, it is, Dr. Melfi.

How are you?

Actually, that's why I'm calling.

I need to cancel Tuesday's appointment.

Oh, he'll be so disappointed. Nothing serious, I hope.

A little car accident, but I'm fine.

Oh, my God. I hope they had insurance.

You weren't hurt, I hope?

Well, my knee got the worst of it,

but I'll be up and about in a couple of days.

Well, I'll tell him.

You stay off of it, and you take care.

Who ate the last piece of cake?

Thank you, I will.

Thank you for giving him the message.

That's gotta be some marriage.

Hello, Kate?

This is Jennifer Melfi.

I know talking on the phone upsets you,

but I need to cancel our next appointment.

Tell him what?

That was your therapist.

Why don't you just announce it on WFAN?

Go find some dust.

She was in a car accident.

She has to cancel your next appointment.

She all right?

She said she was okay. She hurt her knee.

Her knee? Really?

What happened?

I don't know. She didn't say.

I hope she don't need stitches.

Stitches on the knee, they never heal right.

Could leave a very bad scar.

Any knee injury can be very serious.

You know, you can get arthritis for the rest of your life.

Ask Joe Namath.

No, thanks.

Listen...

last time she mentioned that maybe...

you would come into my therapy,

give your perspective on the panic attacks

and kind of our home life.

Whatever.

Sure.

But not now, she's sick.

They call yet?

No, not yet.

I would've thought they'd call by now.

They said they'd call when they want us to come down.

Well, the hell with it.

I'm gonna call them.

Where's that detective's card?

They said they'd call.

I don't wanna bother them.

Well, I'm not gonna let you just wait here.

I'm gonna call them.

Hello, hi, Detective Piersol?

Oh... I'm on hold.

Oh, she is?

Then maybe you can help me.

This is Dr. La Penna.

I'm calling for Jennifer Melfi.

The rape.

Right, Detective Piersol was gonna call

when you were ready for us to come down for the lineup.

What? Why not?

What's going on?

Well, why? I mean, that's absurd.

That's ridiculous.

Richard, what happened?

It isn't even Piersol. She's moved over to Juvie.

She never said anything about that.

So you just let him go? Are you fucking crazy?

Yes, I do need to use this kind of language.

Obviously...

I don't fucking care if you're sorry.

- Richard! - Fine, you do that.

You people haven't heard the end of this.

I'm contacting my attorney.

Asshole.

What happened?

They mishandled the chain of custody,

so they had to let him go.

What chain of custody? They let him go?

Somebody misplaced the evidence kit

for a little while or something.

I don't know what the fuck they did, those stupid idiots.

Did they just let him out until the trial?

Because I can identify him.

It's a legal thing.

I think they just have to let him skip.

That's impossible.

You must have misunderstood.

Give me the phone. I want to call them.

I just told you everything he told me.

Before or after you started cursing at him?

Give me the phone. I wanna call them back.

All right, I'll call.

Detective Lindheim, please.

Yes, I'll hold.

Now, it's not even the same cop.

Hello, Sergeant. Dick La Penna again.

I want to apologize for losing my temper, but...

Could I please have the phone?

Just a second.

Hello?

I'm sorry.

I don't understand what's going on.

I don't know what you people did,

but I can identify him.

I don't know what to say.

I'm stunned.

They, uh...

they had to let him go because they fouled up

the chain of custody.

What am I gonna do?

Well, you're gonna have to have someone

escort you to your car at night.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, that's what the rape counselor woman told me.

Deserted parking garages are where a huge percentage

of these attacks happen.

You think this is my fault.

You blame me for what happened, don't you?

Well, how many times did I tell you to call the security guard

when you left work late?

It wasn't late.

This isn't doing any good, Jennifer.

Let me tell you something.

If I hadn't have been on the phone with you,

maybe I would've seen that guy in the stairwell.

What?

You and your fucking hard-on about my patient.

So it's my fault now?

You should've seen your face

when you heard that that fucking shitbag that raped me

had an Italian name.

What? I registered surprise.

You were the one who told the police he was a Puerto Rican.

What difference does it make?

Are you so ashamed of your background

that any misdeed by an Italian

somehow damages your self-esteem?

This is so misdirected.

The whole fucking world's about your self-esteem.

Well, maybe you don't have enough.

Jennifer, come on.

Oh, fuck you, Richard.

Jen!

So, how was Ralphie, with you over him?

He busts balls.

Cute. Anyway, he played it like it was his idea

to make me captain of the Aprile crew.

What else is he gonna do?

Tony cut off his cazzis.

Very prudently, Ton'.

Not that you ain't gonna hear more about that later.

Most of the conversation was about Johnny Sack

moving to Jersey and all that there.

Yeah, Ginny Sack told Gabriella she needed a bigger house.

Ginny Sacrimoni?

What she needs is her own ZIP code.

Jersey's a small state.

She moves in, she could tip it over.

I like a woman you can grab on to something.

You grab on to Ginny Sacrimoni,

your fucking hands will disappear.

She's so fat, her blood type is ragu.

She's so fat, she goes camping,

the bears have to hide their food.

When Ginny hauls ass, she's gotta make two trips.

Two guys could fuck her at the same time

and still never meet.

Oh, Johnny!

Fuck who? What?

What's so funny?

Nothing, we're just talking about one of the girls.

Is that all you deadbeats do over here, is talk about cooze?

When we're not planting potatoes.

Welcome to the Garden State. You want a drink?

I mean it, you don't keep up with current events?

- What? - It's all over 1010 WINS.

It's right there in front of you, you fucking illiterates.

Turn it up.

That's right, Gary.

After years of planning and delays,

there's finally good news for Newark,

coming from the banks of the Passaic River,

where today, state assemblyman Ronald Zellman

held a press conference to announce the release

of the first 25 million dollars

in state and federal matching funds.

25 fucking million. Madonna mia.

The time has come to return the city of Newark

and its waterfront to its past glory.

By the year 2003,

this long-neglected stretch of riverfront

will be alive with condominiums,

film studios and public parks...

a self-perpetuating revenue base.

The 100 million dollar Newark Museum of Science and Trucking

will serve to make this esplanade

the destination attraction of the TriState area and beyond.

This fucking busted valise.

He's worth every cent of his cut.

Fucking drywall contracts alone.

...beautiful portraits, thank you very much.

Jen, can I come in?

I'm sorry.

I'm just so frustrated.

We both are.

I just wanna go find that bastard

and kill him with these hands, Jen, and I could, and I would.

But I can't.

They'd put me in jail.

That's how messed up things are.

I know.

You said Satriale's at 1:00.

So now you know how it feels.

T., I know why I'm here, and I apologize.

I won't let it happen again.

Don't step in that. That's my mother's flowers.

Sure.

I fucking asked you to watch out for Jackie Jr.

I specifically said,

"Don't let the kid get involved in this thing."

Now I gotta hear about some joint on campus,

and Jackie's a part of it.

He only drove. I said I was sorry.

But let me tell you something, T.

He was an asset.

He pissed on the car seats,

but he handled himself very good.

No cowboy shit, nothing.

Are you listening to me?

Leave him out of it.

The fucking kid begged me for a taste.

He's the heir apparent.

I don't want him mixed up in this shit.

I promised his old man.

Oh, but it's all right for me?

I didn't say that.

What else did you say?

That the life's good enough for me,

but not for Little Lord Fuckpants?

Look, he's not suited to it.

He's not like you.

Like us.

Kids today, they're bored, they're spoiled.

Look, I promised his old man.

What? You promised him what?

I don't know. I...

I was his best friend.

Don't bust my balls.

I gotta go make a stop in Nutley.

Come here.

I love you.

You're a good boy.

"Little Lord Fuckpants"?

Whose moniker is that?

I'm not sure it is a moniker.

Hi.

Come on in.

Jesus.

What's the other guy look like?

Jesus Christ, that must've been some accident.

What happened?

Oh, someone ran a stop sign on Eisenhower Parkway.

It was just one of those things.

I know a woman with one leg.

Terrible thing.

Last time we met, we talked about getting you

into some behavioral therapy.

I brought a couple of things for you to look at.

"Feel the fear and do it anyway."

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

The title leaves something to be desired.

It's okay, it's just your...

It's okay. Sorry.

Sorry.

You want me to...?

It startled me, that's all.

Maybe you came back to work too soon.

It's better for me to be busy.

Right.

I'm okay.

Really.

And I appreciate your concern.

See, that's what's wrong with the world right there.

An innocent person is driving along,

minding their own business,

and some fucking asshole comes out and smashes into 'em.

You can't control everything that happens.

But you can get pissed off.

And then what? Lose control?

Who said anything about that?

You direct your anger where it belongs.

You have panic attacks.

Panic occurs when feelings of anger, revenge, whatever,

overwhelm you.

That's where behavioral therapy comes in.

It can teach you to control those triggers.

Then how do you get people to do what you want?

You tell your mother it's hers anytime she wants it.

How was your cousin's shower?

It just sounded like a bunch of screaming to me.

I was wondering

whose Z24 was sitting in the driveway.

- What, did you get a new car? - Yeah.

Where did I put the sleeves for that samovar?

You want anything? A Coke?

No, I'm set, Ton'.

I heard about Ralph Cifaretto, that he got passed over.

You heard about what? Who?

I'm just saying, Ralph, that was probably a smart move.

I mean, the more I get to know him,

he's kind of a cool guy, but...

That's none of your fucking concern.

You told me you were gonna go to college,

then I gotta hear from Chris the shit I'm hearing about you?

Oh, you didn't talk to Chris.

- Oh, shit. - That's right.

I promised your dad.

Don't make this hard on me, Jackie.

I already got one son to bust my balls.

I'm home!

Ma?

Hey, Jackie. What are you doing here?

I'm waiting for you.

What, I don't get a hello?

I need $200 for November to put in my student account.

You don't talk to me for weeks, but my money's still green?

I'm looking forward to total independence, believe me.

African-Americans go to Columbia, Dad.

Some of them are my friends.

Friend, my ass, under a blanket on my couch,

watching television with his shoes off with you.

Meadow, when did you get here?

See you later, Jackie. Say hello to your mother.

Come into the city. We'll do sushi.

Don't worry, Ton', I won't say anything about the moolinyan.

You just remember what we talked about.

I'll have a chicken avocado wrap, no dressing.

And a Coke, please.

One number three, dressing on the side.

Thanks.

♪ Oh, baby, baby ♪

♪ Oops, I did it again ♪

♪ I played with your heart ♪

♪ Got lost in the game ♪

♪ Oh, baby, baby ♪

♪ Oops, you think I'm in love ♪

♪ That I'm sent from above... ♪

Ah!

Ah!

Excuse me, wait a minute.

Let go of me!

Let the fuck go of me!

We don't want continuation.

You give us leg, and we go.

What leg?

Don't do this to me.

Don't push me to edge.

Repent on yourself.

Motherfucker, do you know I am?

Do you know who my brother is?

Mother what? What did you say?

Motherfuck... Ah! Ah!

Those records were all I had

to remember my mother by.

What could they possibly mean to her?

A few pennies?

Are you people really so callous?

Fuck you, you are callous.

Ah!

Oh, my God!

Help me, please!

I felt such a sense of relief.

I felt safe for the first time since it happened.

Empowered.

The vending machine?

My guilt for putting myself in harm's way.

I read about that too.

That honeymooner in Gainesville, Florida,

who rocked a vending machine,

and it fell on top of him and killed him.

The dog, though.

Hm, I don't know.

The forbidden part of your psyche.

Murderous rage.

Yeah, but at first, I thought he was after me.

The door said "danger."

Actually, no.

It said, "High voltage,

call N.J.G.E. before digging."

"Jersey Gas and Electric."

Was Richard anywhere in all this?

No.

Oh, my God.

The dog.

What?

A Rottweiler, Elliot.

Big head, massive shoulders.

Direct descendants of the dog used by the Roman armies

to guard their camps.

- I didn't know that. - And digging?

Who do I dig with, and who's dangerous?

Who could I sic on that son of a bitch

to tear him to shreds?

- Oh. - Let me tell you something.

No feeling has ever been so sweet

as to see that pig beg and plead and scream for his life.

Because the justice system is fucked up, Elliot.

Richard's got his attorney looking into this

at $300 an hour,

but meanwhile that employee-of-the-month cocksucker

is back on the street, and who's gonna stop him, you?

Jennifer...

- civilization... - Oh, don't worry.

I'm not going to break the social compact.

But that's not saying there's not a certain satisfaction

in knowing that I could have that asshole squashed like a bug

if I wanted.

What happened?

Janice.

I can't drive.

And they broke three ribs.

What did I tell you, hm?

I told you not to mess with those people.

I was supposed to be married at this point in my life.

Yeah, so?

The man I loved died.

This is all I fucking need.

Thanks, Janice.

What?

What do you mean, what?

They slapped my sister around.

Oh.

I'm gonna have to get payback.

It's always something with you, isn't it?

Every time I hear your voice on that phone,

I know it's gonna cost me.

Time, money.

You never do anything to simplify my life.

I stole a woman's prosthetic leg, Tony.

When did I get like this?

You really want to know?

When Richie died.

Till that time, I was functioning

at a very high level.

I think there's only one trajectory for me.

Really?

God.

You see what I mean?

All this soul-searching, Janice, it's always on my fuckin' dime.

I've hit bottom, Tony.

But it's odd...

because I feel born again in the Lord.

- Hm. - And I... I pray to God.

And I asked him to forgive Svetlana for what she's done.

Janice, we've been here before.

With Vishnu, and Richard fucking Alpert,

and the Coyote Spirit.

And you know what it always spells?

Trouble for the rest of us.

So put your fucking clothes on. Seriously.

'Cause I gotta get the fuck out of here.

I give myself up

utterly and totally to God.

If this is the bottom.

- If not... - You can go now.

Billing needs to see you. Follow the blue line.

Carmela.

Gorgeous as ever.

My God, this house.

You already got one.

Jesus.

Move to Jersey, okay,

but maybe take a little bit of a halfway step.

Fucking wife of mine.

Gentlemen, what we do in life echoes in eternity.

He's fucking obsessed with Gladiator.

Come on, it's a great fucking film.

Strength and honor.

Scotch and soda.

As long as you're on the way to the bar.

Ballbreaker.

J&B, right, Ton'?

T, what do you think a place like this set John back?

Who gives a shit?

Fucking landscaping alone's gotta be 100, 150 G's.

And to keep up this lawn.

Property taxes, and you gotta pay those.

Taxes.

Why don't they use the money

to fix the goddamn air traffic controllers?

Fighting terrorism, that's what we should do.

How about that fucking stampede in Zimbabwe?

Fucking soccer game.

No assigned seating.

Always a problem.

Well, you're not using the cane anymore.

I've been making my list.

I even bought a little notebook.

Good, that's good.

And I've been thinking about your behavior therapy idea.

Maybe you got a point.

You know, I could use some help with a few things,

and if they can help me there, you know, I should go there.

No.

You sure about that?

'Cause the last couple of times,

I've been getting the distinct feeling

that you're giving me the boot.

- Oh! - What's the matter?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, come on.

What did I do?

Come on, huh?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on.

What...?

What did I do? What's the matter?

Tell me, what's the matter?

Go sit over there.

We'll do this.

Go.

It's just my knee.

It's okay, go on.

What?

I mean, you want to say something?

No.