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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.