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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 ♪

♪ Yeah ♪
♪ 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 ♪

I want you to count
backwards from 10.

Ten. Nine.

Eight...

Mr. Soprano, there's someone
here to see you.

Even here you hector me?

The Director has authorized us
to make you an offer.

Give up your nephew Tony,
cooperate fully,

help take him down.

What do I get?

A guaranteed cure.

No more cancer?

Not a single diseased cell.

I'm happy for you, Junior.

I know you've waited
a long time to...

Stay home, clip your coupons,
be a happy man.

I don't like it.

Don't let certain people take
advantage of your good nature.

I'm kidding you, you old fuck.

Peppers and eggs.

Dr. Kennedy.

It's Dr. Enloe.

I have the results
of the frozen section.

Can we move this along,
Dr. Enloe?

I have a thyroid in O.R. 6
at 10:30.

Based on the preliminary
results of the frozen section

and depending, of course,
on the full path report...

Is it clean, Enloe, or not?

Yes, it's clean.

Miles, you close.

Let's do it quickly.

I got his BP back up,

but I don't know how long
it'll hold.

Watch and learn, Miles.

Watch and learn.

Well?

Your uncle is a very strong man,
Mr. Soprano.

He did very well.

The news is all good.

Beautiful.

- So the cancer is...
- Gone? You bet.

I took a tumor the size
of a fist out of his stomach.

Oh, Marone.

So if you'll excuse me,
I have another patient waiting.

- Cheryl, make sure that Marty...
- Doc?

gets that
Goldman-Sachs statement.

Yes?

I, uh, just want to say thanks.

You know, my uncle thinks
the world of you.

And if there's ever
anything I can do.

A favor, anything, let me know.

I'll keep that in mind,
Mr. Soprano.

Game three.

That's $60.

Good luck getting it.

Hey, I fucking won, Paulie.
It's only right you pay me.

- And for other things too.
- Like what?

Ah-ha fucking Dom Perignon
for everybody in the skybox

at the Garden the other night.

Check comes,
suddenly you're MIA.

Chrissy, you're too fucking
worried about what I give you.

Worry a little more
about what you give me.

Blow me with your lectures,
Paulie.

Kid, you wearing a wire?

You fucking crazy?

Pasqual, pat him down.

He fucking touches me...

Then make it easy on us all.
Take 'em off. Everything.

New York re-opened the books,
but they also laid it down.

Probationary period.

When I was coming up,

this would never happen
to new made guys.

But too many people
are doing a simulcast.

Maybe you, you fuck.

Do me a favor
and don't take it personally.

- I said everything.
- Go fuck yourself.

Before, I was breaking balls.

Now, you're beginning
to worry me.

I guess you could
call that a dick.

You're going, young man.
That's all there is to it.

Jason Mangelli isn't going.

Tony, you wanna weigh in here?

Tony?

- What?
- The Washington trip?

No, you're gonna be on that
school bus to D.C. tomorrow.

You're all packed and paid for,

and you're gonna pay attention,

and you're gonna learn
something for a change.

We're going to FBI headquarters.

So?

Excuse me.

What did you do
to this 'scarole?

It's delicious.

Balsamic.

That's all they have
at King's these days.

Balsamic, balsamic, balsamic.

My mother never heard
of balsamic.

All right, I gotta go.

Problems at work.

It's Sunday dinner, Tony.

I know. I gotta go.

All right, Hugh, see you later.

- Can I be excused too?
- No, you may not.

He's got homework to finish
before the trip.

Go ahead, Anthony.

That's a nice example
he sets for his son.

Ma.

The man's got two speeds:

moping or yelling,
when he's here.

He's got an uncle
sick with cancer.

Oh, please.
They didn't speak for a year.

Actually, if you must know,
Tony has been a little better.

We've been seeing
his therapist together.

What?

He's no Angelo Stamfa,
that's all.

What is that supposed to mean?

You know Angelo
was dying to marry you.

And now, Stamfa's is a chain
of drugstores.

So, what, he doesn't
need therapy?

He prescribes his own
tranquilizers?

- Don't be so sensitive.
- What sensitive?

I gotta hear this
Angelo Stamfa shit again?

All I was saying was...

I know what you were saying.

Hugh, bring your plate!

You are blowing this
all out of proportion.

We worry about you, that's all.

Well, spare me your concern,
all right?

And spare me your attitude too.

Or maybe you forgot,

Dad's little strip mall on
Route 17 was zoned residential

until Tony made a phone call.

- Bullshit.
- Oh, really, Dad?

The contract you got to do
at Sparta High

for the hurricane repairs.

What, all the other builders
were too busy to bid?

Oh, please. My heart bleeds.

What, the waters don't part
for you wherever you go?

I earn it.

You two get a free pass.

Hey.

- Ton', what's up?
= Hey, Tony.

♪ I wanna know ♪

♪ Can you help me? ♪

♪ I'd love to stay ♪

♪ But take me to the river ♪

♪ Drop me in the water ♪

♪ Take me to the river... ♪

Anyway, four dollars a pound.

♪ Put me in the water ♪

Who brought this in here?

Georgie.

It's wacky, huh?

♪ Take me to the river... ♪

What do you think, it's a
fucking playroom back there?

What, Ton'?

What, what? Fucking toys?

This is a place of business.
That's an office back there.

I saw it at Rite Aid.
They were selling them.

What? What did you say?

Fuck you say to me?

I pay you a fucking salary!

♪ All right ♪

♪ She moves In mysterious ways ♪

Carmela.

You sounded tense on the phone.

Yeah, I...

I just wanted to make sure
it was okay if I came alone.

I mean, because Tony
couldn't make it.

I love the artwork
you have out there.

Those country scenes.

Thank you.

That statue is not my favorite.

Oh, come on.

Look, it's not like this when
me and Tony are here together.

You never give him
the silent treatment.

Is that what you think?

I'm giving you
the silent treatment?

Maybe you could tell me
why you came today.

I'm worried about my husband.

The mood swings.

I thought, you know,
when his mother died, maybe...

But still, half the time,
he doesn't even talk to me.

You've seen him get like that,

that day he sat here
like a wall.

I know that he's your patient

and I am only
the patient's wife,

but you try living with that
24 hours a day,

seven days a week,
see how you feel.

I see.

Oh, you do?

Well, for your information,
I am not the only one.

The fact is, Tony isn't
under the weather today,

he just didn't feel like coming.

"Fuck that shit,"
I think he said, okay?

Usually happens
when we touch on a nerve.

He was distressed about
this young man's death

in the garbage compactor.

See, he didn't say,
"garbage compactor," did he?

See?

What is it you believe?

You know about his job.

He reports to a strip club.

Who knows how
he spends his days?

I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated,
that's all.

Tony's been out of sorts
for so long, and there is...

There is nothing
I can do to help him.

I think coming
to therapy with him

has stirred up a lot
of feelings in you

that you would like
to address with somebody.

Oh, please.

I'm just a little
emotional today.

I would like to help you.

But as you've pointed out,

your husband is my patient.

I am not the one
who needs mental help.

I just needed to vent.

In case you change your mind,

here's the number
of a colleague in Livingston.

He was a teacher of mine.

That really won't be necessary,
but thank you anyway.

Here.

Thank you for your time.

You took these yourself?

That's a Samoan village
I lived in for a month.

You could send these
in to National Geographic.

So I, uh,

got back your complete surgical
pathology and op reports.

I feel 100%.

That's good.

It is possible, though,

that there may be some
malignant cells we didn't get.

See, when we operate,

we have to decide
how much healthy tissue

to cut around the tumor.

Okay? The margins
weren't wide enough.

We took a small sampling of
the tumor from the frozen section.

When we got back
the complete results,

it showed nodal involvement.

Don't blame yourself, Doc.

So, what do we do next?

It's called amended surgery.

Oh, Jesus.

Cut me again?

Mrs. Brody is here.

Don't let me keep you, Doc.

I am kinda backed up.

Let's schedule you
for Tuesday at 6:00 a.m.

We can admit and prep you
Monday night.

Any questions?

When can he eat
regular food again?

I'd guess two weeks.

Let's fill out the surgical
consent forms and sign.

That's one less thing you
have to deal with in the hospital.

Take all the time you need
to read them.

No need. You say sign, I sign.

You tell me to take a crap
on the deck of the Queen Mary,

an hour later, they're hosing
her down with disinfectant.

I owe you everything, Doc.

How do I know
what nodal involvement means?

Well, didn't you fucking listen?

A whole issue of U.S. News
on seniors and health.

"Bring somebody with you
to the doctor's," it said.

Somebody to ask questions.

You ask one dumb fucking
question about my diet.

Angie?

Carmela!

- Hi.
- Hi.

What a surprise.

I didn't know
you shopped over here.

They're running
a special on Iams.

Every penny counts these days.

How are you doing, Angie,
with Pussy gone?

Oh, you know.

I'll tell you,
shopping for one is no picnic.

Why don't you come for dinner?

It's just me and Tony,

with Mead at school,
A.J.'s on a field trip.

Who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky
and Tony won't show.

Oh, that's Coco's worst time
of the day. I can't leave her.

Angie, that dog is not
a substitute for human contact.

That French poodle is all
I got left of Sal.

24 years, he disappears one day,
and I get left with a sick dog.

The vet says I should
put her down,

but I want her to get
another operation.

I remember when Sal was around,

there was nothing too good
for that dog.

Yeah, but where am I gonna
come up with $1,200?

I mean, Tony helps out,
and I am so grateful.

It covers the basics,
but anything extra,

there's no way, Carmela.

Jeez, Ange, I'm sorry.

That must be so tough.

I told the wallpaper guy this was okay.

Well, why did you do that?

Because I didn't want to deal
with your parents anymore.

Anybody around here love
the word "Jimmy Choo shoes"?

No way.

Oh, my God.

They're gorgeous.

Or would the lady
prefer something in...

gold?

Say, a nice...

I don't know,
whatever the fuck that is.

They're all yours, baby.

And they're from next season.
You can't even buy 'em yet.

What size are these?

- Ten.
- Ten?

That's Sasquatch size,
Christopher.

I'm an 8 1/2.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Where'd I get 10 from?

Yeah, where?

So now what happens?

You gotta give them all back?

Temporarily.

I'll get you 8 1/2's tomorrow.

All of them?

You swear?

More even.

Since you been, you know, "in,"

I just can't believe
the stuff we get.

It's so great.

Except for that spaccone Paulie.

Fuck him and the Coupe de Ville
he rode in on.

What, he saying
you're holding back again?

Like I'm gonna give
that prick a full share?

Come here.

Yeah.

What do you say?

I love you, baby.

Oh, you fucking better.

You better. I do.

You could've called.

Now everything's cold.

Well, that's why they
invented microwaves,

for inconsiderate husbands.

It's just that since
we're alone,

it would be nice
to have dinner together.

All right, don't bust my chops,
Carmela, I got a lot on my mind.

This is fucking delicious.

Really.

Is this the pecorino?

Right.

The hell with heating it up.

It's good like this.

I'm glad something
brings you joy.

You're amazing, your cooking.

I'm having lunch with
our daughter's dean tomorrow.

I gather you
won't be joining me.

I told you,
all he wants is our money.

Fine.

We already shell out 40 grand
a year to those people.

It's well spent.
She's really learning.

She's out on her own.
And if she passes us by...

If?

She did that when she was 14.

Isn't that what you want
for your kids?

No. I want them to be
backwards and ignorant,

and sit around with
their thumb up their ass,

and I'm gonna make sure
of that by not going to lunch

with some asshole
who's trying to shake me down.

Fine, Tony, don't go.

Guess who I ran into
at the supermarket today.

Angie Bonpensiero.

Really?

How's she doing?

Her dog is sick.

What, that fluffy French Coco
piece of shit?

- What's wrong with him?
- Her. Osteoporosis.

Angie needs money
for an operation.

Well, take it up with Pussy.

If you can find the fat fuck,

wherever the feds put him.

I'd look in Arizona.

You know, stake out
all the TGI Fridays.

He loves their wings.

He left Angie holding the bag,
which is not right.

And those FBI family
value-loving cocksuckers,

how could they let him go
without his wife?

Into the Program?

Yeah, that's right.

He ratted us out, Carm.
Me and you.

And that's where he is.

And I don't want to hear
about him ever again.

Or his ungrateful cunt wife.

His what wife?

Okay, who was your oldest?

Easy. Chuckie Periccio's mother.

Shut up!

You had sex
with Beverly Periccio?

Yeah. A whole summer's worth.

Okay, my turn.

Who was your most famous?

And Bobby DiTillio
doesn't count.

He's only famous in New Jersey.

Okay.

You know Penn and Teller,
the magicians?

You fucked them?

Penn. And I didn't fuck him.
I gave him head.

Which one is he?

The big one.

They were playing A.C.,
and they're funny as hell.

I was there with Georgette.

He followed me into
the ladies' room and he asked...

You low-life cunt whore.

Get the fuck out of my sight!

Ow, you fucking shitbag
motherfucker!

In the fucking bathroom? Ow.

Who is it?

The FBI.

Come on, dickhead, open up.

For fuck's sake, Paulie,
it's 2:00 in the morning.

I know. It's an outrage.

Adriana, you in there?

Yeah.

Sorry for the intrusion, honey.

Put something on
and come out here.

You can't fucking
do this like this.

I can't?

You must've not read up
on the latest rules.

And put that piece away.

What's all this?

The Berezovsky brothers
jacked a shipment from Milan

off Pier 87.

These are for Ade.

Nice goods.

My broad wears a size 10.

Patsy, pack up
some of these shoes.

Chrissy, you don't mind
if I take my taste now?

He's not taking those.

Make yourselves comfortable.

We'll just have
a little look around.

I'm still gonna get
more shoes, right?

I don't know. Now I have to go
into my pocket for them.

This really sucks, Christopher.

You see the shit I go through?

Motherfucker!

What?

Nothing!

♪ One last time
From Freddy's joint ♪

♪ We drove out
To lover's point ♪

♪ Shared our last kiss
Eye to eye ♪

♪ Spoke of tender times
Long past ♪

♪ Said they weren't
Meant to last ♪

♪ Too many different needs
To satisfy ♪

♪ She wants
New shoulders to cry on ♪

♪ New back seat to lie on ♪

♪ And she always Gets her way ♪

Leave it on, it's nice.

♪ She wants to see Other guys ♪

♪ Get lost in other eyes ♪

♪ Baby's in the black books ♪

♪ Yes, she's in
The black books today ♪

Thirty pages that are due.

Good.

I'm pissed.

Meadow?

Well, didn't you
hear me knocking?

I was sleeping.
I thought it was Vanessa.

You don't answer the door
when your friends knock?

They keep you from studying.

And my first class
isn't until 2:00.

Well, I brought your laundry,

and I made you the ziti with
the sweet sausage that you like.

Oh, I'm so starved.

There.

Jesus, it reeks
of cigarettes in here.

You're not smoking, are you?

Caitlin.

There.

I hope you're taking advantage
of some of these offers here.

Look at this.

A boy just handed this to me.

A seminar on the CIA
and the cultural cold war.

Look at this.

This looks interesting.

It's basic. We're way past that.

I'm reading the new
Barbara Kingsolver.

I so wish I had time
for fiction.

So how is the drama queen
doing, anyway?

Fine. Can we not
talk about this, please?

I'm trying very hard here, Mead.

If you want me to leave,
I will leave.

I have an hour before
my lunch with Dean Ross.

You're going to lunch
with the dean?

Can we not talk about this now,
please?

- Mom!
- Yeah.

His secretary called
last week and invited me.

Come on, what about?

Money, I'm sure.

- They want a donation from us.
- How corrupt.

The real reason I stopped by
to see you, though,

was to make sure you're
recovered from this Noah thing.

I'm worried it'll affect
your grades.

You call losing a wonderful man
because of Dad a "thing"?

Now, is that really
what happened?

Because you certainly
kept seeing him

plenty long enough after
that business with your father.

Look, don't drag me
into whatever bullshit

accommodational pretense you've
got worked out with Daddy.

What was that, last night's
reading assignment?

All right.

Let's hear it.

What's your big theory
about me and Daddy?

No way.

I'm not touching that.

Fucking bitch!

Uncle Jun', what the hell
are you doing?

Those marshals see you
coming in here?

'Cause I need being remanded

to a fucking jail hospital
right now

like I need a fucking
case of crabs.

There's no car out there today,

and I came up through
the cellar like always.

Where the fuck is Bacala?

He's supposed to be
doing this shit for you.

I sent him to the drugstore
for more Pepto.

Well, you know,
you're getting better.

That's the important thing.

You look better too.

If you're gonna lie to me,

tell me there's a broad
waiting in the car,

wants to tongue my balls.

Hey, you want that,
it's a phone call away.

Still want this?

I gotta get nutrition somehow.

Kennedy says eat only
what I can sip through a straw.

What's going on with you
and Ralphie Cifaretto?

Bacala tells me
there's bad blood now.

Why, you don't got enough
on your plate?

I mean, in your blender?

Worry about your own problems.

When'd they say
you could eat real food?

Who knows? Kennedy's putting me
under the knife again.

Whoa, back up.

More surgery?

Don't you think you should
talk to somebody else?

You know, get a second opinion?

Chemo? Forget it.

With Kennedy it's cut,
zip, over and out.

He has the hands of an angel.

And don't forget his name.

What, I'm supposed
to be impressed

because the man's name
is John Kennedy?

All the micks named their kids
that after the guy got killed.

I loved that man.

He was older than me,
and now look.

You were gone a long time.

How many White Castles
did you have?

I didn't, I swear.

I can smell them.

Let me call Cusamano.

He knows doctors in the city.

He sent Silvio's mother to one.

It can't hurt to make a call.

People come from the city
to see Kennedy.

Good, then we won't
be fighting traffic.

Come on, Uncle Jun'.

You know I'm right.

All right, you set it up.

You come with me...

to listen and ask questions.

Good, good.

I'll let you know, all right?

All right.

My nephew thinks
I need a second opinion.

He doesn't like it that
I'm going back under the knife.

Maybe there's something to that.

Another expert heard from.

Think on this, burger boy.

Anthony is a cunt hair away
from owning all of northern Jersey.

And I am that cunt hair.

So maybe he has something else
on his mind beside my full,

complete and speedy recovery.

Oh, Junior, all this cynicism.
This can't be good for you.

- Giorgio.
- Si?

Ah, bene.

You speak Italian.

Second generation.

Really? Ross?

Rosetti.

A thousand years of a proud name

undone with one stroke
of a pen at Ellis Island.

A paisan.

And not far from you either.
New Brunswick.

- Oh, get out!
- Any success I may have,

I credit to the Jersey
public schools.

They were something
in those days.

Where did you go to college?

- Rutgers.
- I went to Montclair State.

Good school.
What was your major?

Business Administration.

To Meadow Soprano,

a valuable addition
to the Columbia community.

Really?

Absolutely.

I don't know her personally,

but I've talked
to her professors.

They say she's attentive,
inquiring, does all her work,

and makes insightful
contributions

to class discussions.

I am so glad
to hear you say that.

And here I was worried
about her adjusting.

Let's not tell her, though. We
don't want her overconfident.

It seems like she sleeps
an awful lot.

They all do.

Tony, what the hell?

You know, Ange,
driving over here,

I was thinking about how
I was gonna handle this.

Been working on my anger lately,

so I figured it'd be good
if I could just quietly say,

any kind of problem you got,

financial or otherwise,

you know,
you come directly to me.

Please, leave Carmela
the fuck out of it.

- You know, like that.
- Of course.

Then I saw the Cadillac.

The money I give you,

you're driving a Cadillac
and you're looking for more?

Shot the whole plan.

So remember this:

you see my wife,
you talk about oven cleaner.

Anything else, you come to me.

But think twice before you do.

Think about that fat fuck
husband of yours,

and what he did to you.

Him, not me.

Coco, please. Coco, down.

Hey, hey, how are you?

I'm sorry, Tony. I'm sorry.

Just push her away.

No, she's all right.

Good girl. Good girl.

She don't look sick.

It comes and goes.

So your children don't
feel boxed in by the city?

We're out all the time.

Lately, Felicia has us all
into kayaking on the Hudson.

- Oh, you all do it together?
- Yeah. The kids love it too.

They're already
better at it than I am.

More wine? Why not?

Remember I told you
I spend about half my time

involved in student affairs?

Well, this is how
I spend the other half.

Taking parents to lunch?

Development.

A fancy word for fundraising.

The new student center.

We break ground next fall.

See the large black marble wall
to the right of the entrance?

Ah, yes.

That's where the donor names
will be inscribed.

Everybody who donates
gets their name up there?

The wall is reserved for people
whose commitment begins

at the $50,000 level.

Fifty thousand?

It's what the giving committee
felt you'd be comfortable with.

Based on your past generosity
to the Verbum Dei school.

You know what we gave
to Verbum Dei?

I'm half embarrassed to say it,
but it's my job to know.

All the information,
including tax benefits,

is in here.

Well, I will have to talk
to my husband.

Fifty grand?

You gotta be kidding me.

He talked an awful lot

about Meadow's having the best
possible university experience.

Yeah, those Jew pricks
are holding her hostage.

He's Italian.

Jews with better food.

They know from Verbum
we're big givers.

We gave five grand a year.
That's a long way from 50.

This is college, Tony.
New York City.

Five thousand is a slap
in the face to these people.

Well, let them say no.

Here.

It's around five grand.

Run it through
your household account

so you can write him a check.

And that's it. Not a penny more.

A 5FU based regimen
with cisplatin and doxorubicin.

This is the treatment
I would recommend.

Are you getting this?

Sort of.

So the chemotherapy would be
instead of the surgery?

But I can't guarantee even that.

We'll have to evaluate
the results of the treatment.

I could end up having the chemo,
puking my guts out,

having the six hairs
I have left fall out

and still have to be cut again.

I'm afraid that's a possibility.

You see? With Kennedy,

you don't get these "maybes"
and "possibilities."

Yeah, but you gotta have
the surgery again.

Dr. Kennedy is
an excellent surgeon.

Isn't there some way you people
could just agree?

Sure. Convene a tumor board.

What the hell is that?

A meeting
of the chief of oncology,

an oncological pathologist,

and other specialists
who then work together

to reach a consensus.

Then I guess you hear
what they have to say?

Well, your uncle
will not be present.

They will pass their decision
along to both of you.

What you do then
is still your decision.

And Kennedy will be there?

I assure you,
no surgeon would miss it.

Not much to him, if you ask me.

What, you mean he's not Kennedy?

You make life and death
decisions

because of a man's name.

It's only Sloan fucking Kettering,

the best cancer hospital
in the whole world.

Excuse me.

And let me ask you something
about this JFK worship of yours.

What about Hoffa
and the Teamsters?

That was the brother.

Oh.

Dr. Krakower?

Hi, yes,
thanks for calling me back.

I was referred by
a Dr. Jennifer Melfi.

Yes, I would.

Any time that's good for you.

That's great. That's fine.

Grove Avenue, right.

Okay, I gotta go, bye-bye.

Who was that?

It's the paving guy.

I'm thinking of having
the driveway redone.

You smoking?

What is this, the third degree?

This says "with pulp."

You like it with pulp.

Not this much.

I like the one
that says "some pulp."

What the fuck was that for?

I'll write you up a list.

Hi.

Oh, honey, I missed you so much!

Come here.

You know, I figured out
that this is the longest

we have ever been
away from each other.

- Did you miss me?
- Sure.

Somebody drop this?

Well, how was it?

Yeah, it was pretty good.

They had PlayStation 2
right in the hotel room.

And?

That was the sum total of your
trip to your nation's capital?

I guess.

All right, I'm sorry.

Hey, the orange juice is fine.

Whatever kind you wanna get
is fine.

Fuck the orange juice.

All right, I give up. What then?

All the money you give
to Angie Bonpensiero

and who knows what other widows
you've got on your payroll.

It's a business expense.

But there's not enough
to make sure

your own daughter is protected?

I won't pay.

I know too much about extortion.

Big deal, he pat you down.

Pat me down, I could do
standing on my head.

It's every fucking thing else.

He came into my apartment
in the middle of the night

and embarrassed the shit
out of me in front of Adriana.

Yeah, I heard
he strip-searched you.

I'm not fucking kidding, Tony.

He's a sick fuck.

He was sniffing
her fucking panties.

- What?
- You heard me.

Look, I don't deny that Paulie
could be a little quirky.

He always has.

Christopher,
you're moving up very fast.

Why do you think that is?

Are you gonna say it's because
I'm your fucking nephew?

So be a big boy and suck it up.

The patient...
Soprano, comma, Corrado.

Male, Caucasian, 72 years old.

Presented three months ago
with severe weight loss

and early satiety.

He was scoped,
and a four millimeter mass

in the greater curvature
of his stomach was detected.

A CT scan revealed
no evidence of metastasis.

Dr. Kennedy was referred in,

and he recommended gastric
resection for cure.

There were no surprises.
I thought we had it.

I was told we had clean margins.

Often, too little healthy tissue

was taken from around
the tumor site,

which leaves the possibility,
as in this case,

for a false negative.

You want the man's
whole stomach?

If there's a problem
with the procedure,

we'll take it up
on a board level.

Meanwhile, what are we
gonna do with this guy?

He's high risk.

His pressure fell
below 60 systolic

for eight minutes on the table.

The incision's still fresh.
I can do it in half the time.

If we don't do surgery,
we do 5FU.

Which works how well
on an adenocarcinoma?

- Not very.
- Which is why we decided

to go in, in the first place.

So, what do I tell Mehta?

Mehta?

Sloan-Kettering Mehta?

Your patient sought
a second opinion with Dr. Mehta.

Forget it, then.

The last thing I need is to
operate with that little shit

looking over my shoulder.

I'll tell him.

Yes, I'll have him there.

Thanks.

Don't sugarcoat it.

Oh!

If you concentrate
on your breathing,

it'll be easier all around.

The girl said she'd page
Dr. Kennedy.

Where the fuck is he?

All right,
20 minutes and I'll be back.

You go too easy on him.

Probably.

Hey, if my nephew Cubby
wasn't dead,

I'd have a soft spot for him.

Did you sniff
that girl's panties?

He told you that?

Fucking baby!

You got to apologize.

T, I'm not apologizing to him.

You were out of line.

He's gonna marry the girl,
for chrissakes.

As of the wedding day,

anything that touches
her pussy is off-limits.

You think it's all up?

Soon enough there'll be more
where that came from.

Sounds like you were going at it
pretty good in there.

My pain a source
of entertainment to you?

You see me laughing?

I brought you a milkshake
from 31 Flavors.

Ah, it's all your
fucking fault anyway.

I'm throwing up day and night
since I started the chemo.

Oh, right.

I gave you cancer.

You don't know
what this is like, Anthony.

I can't do it.

Kennedy was right.

What's he got to say?

I can't get him on the phone.

The nurses won't
put me through to him.

- Why not?
- I leave messages

at the hospital, at the office.

I sent him a box of Cohibas.

I couldn't get past reception.

He didn't call you back?

Who knows if they even tell him?

Last night, the machine says,

"If it's an emergency,
press six."

So I press six.

Still no call back,
24 hours later.

He must be very busy.

Yeah.

That must be it.

You got his number?

Three more weeks.

Three more fucking weeks.

His fucking answering machine.

What are you gonna do?

These doctors,
it's not like on TV.

Dr. Kennedy,
this is Tony Soprano,

Corrado Soprano's nephew.

My cell phone is 917-555-0157.

Call me back any time,
day or night.

It's important.

Batter up.

Bye.

- Now what?
- Get in.

You're not even married yet,

you're dipping
into whores already.

Didn't cost me a quarter.
I don't pay for it.

How'd you find me?

Better be careful.

If I can do it,
so can your bride-to-be.

So, what is this, huh?
Some new rule about who I fuck?

You want more shoes, what?

No.

Funny thing is,
they don't even fit her.

I don't know why I thought
she was a size 10.

I don't know either.

I'm here to tell you one thing.

You ever go whining
to the big man again

about shit between you and me,

we'll have a problem, my friend.

You seen these?

Fuck is that?

My godson got it for me.

They're all over
the fucking place.

We gotta bring one
into the club.

♪ Young man ♪

♪ There's no need To feel down ♪

♪ I said, young man ♪

♪ Pick yourself Off the ground ♪

♪ There's no need
To be unhappy ♪

♪ It's fun to stay At the YMCA ♪

♪ It's fun to stay At the YMCA ♪

Watch and learn, Phil.

Watch and learn.

What are you doing?

Hey, Doc. It's me, Tony.

Corrado Soprano's nephew.

You belong to this club?

Me? No, no, no, no, no.
I came here to see you.

Well, if it's about your uncle,
you'll have to call my office.

Well, you might need
a new secretary,

I don't think you're getting
all your messages.

Oh. For you.

Titanium.

I use one.

Added ten yards to my drives.

Thanks, but I really
can't accept it.

For everything you've
done for my uncle.

Anyway, what am I
gonna do with it?

I already got one,

and Mr. Williams here,
he don't play.

Right?

Stupid fucking game.

What can I do with it?

What is it, Jack?

Oh, he'll just be a minute!

Well, I could use
a little extra distance.

Who couldn't?

You know, my uncle,
he's not doing so well.

He's got a bad reaction
to that chemo.

That happens all the time.

There's nothing
that I can really do.

You know, there are worse things

that can happen to a person
than cancer.

My uncle thinks he's gonna die.

He's convinced of it.

Now, you know how old people
are with their superstitions.

He thinks it's because
he went against you.

I was his surgeon, that's all.

You got a bee on you hat.

Show that man
the respect he deserves.

Answer his phone calls.

Cheryl, make sure
Mr. Soprano is scheduled for...

Just remember it.

Everybody's marriage
has problems.

Is he seeing another woman?

Yeah, you can make that plural.

Yes, he sees other women.

I sort of look the other way.

I want to help him.

Do you?

Moments ago
you used the word "divorce."

I said I was
considering divorce.

I may be overstepping
my boundaries here,

but you are Jewish, aren't you?

Is that relevant?

Well, us Catholics,

we place a great deal of stock
in the sanctity of the family.

And I am not sure
that your people...

I've been married for 31 years.

Well, then you know
how difficult it can be.

He's a good man.
He's a good father.

You tell me
he's a depressed criminal.

Prone to anger.

Serially unfaithful.

Is that your definition
of a good man?

I thought psychiatrists weren't
supposed to be judgmental.

Many patients want to be excused
for their current predicament

because of events that occurred
in their childhood.

That's what psychiatry
has become in America.

Visit any shopping mall
or ethnic pride parade

to witness the results.

What we say in here
stays in here, right?

By ethical code and by law.

His crimes...

...they are...

organized crime.

The Mafia?

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, so what?

So what?

He betrays me every week
with these whores.

Probably the least
of his misdeeds.

You can leave now,
or you can stay

and hear what I have to say.

Well, you're gonna charge
the same anyway.

I won't take your money.

That's a new one.

You must trust
your initial impulse

and consider leaving him.

You'll never be able
to feel good about yourself.

You'll never be able to quell
the feelings of guilt and shame

that... that you talk about...

as long
as you're his accomplice.

You're wrong about
the accomplice part, though.

Are you sure?

All I do is make sure he's got
clean clothes in his closet,

and dinner on his table.

So, "enabler" would be a more
accurate job description for you

than "accomplice."

My apologies.

So...

you think I need to define
my boundaries more clearly.

Keep a certain distance.

- Not internalize my...
- What did I just say?

Leave him.
Take only the children,

what's left of them, and go.

My priest said I should
try and work with him,

help him to be a better man.

How's that going?

I...

Have you ever read
Crime and Punishment?

Dostoyevsky.

It's not an easy read.

It's about guilt and redemption.

And I think were your husband
to turn himself in,

read this book
and reflect on his crimes

every day for seven years
in his cell,

then he might be redeemed.

I would have to get a lawyer,

find an apartment,

arrange for child support.

You're not listening.

I'm not charging you

because I won't take
blood money.

And you can't, either.

One thing you can never say:

that you haven't been told.

I see.

You're right, I see.

You're fucking poisoning me.

I don't know how much more
of this I can take.

You taking good care
of this young man?

Jesus, Dr. Kennedy.

How you doing, guy?

I've been busy. You all right?

Oh, Doc, don't bullshit
a bullshitter.

Is this shit gonna work,

or should we go back
in the room?

You got a top guy here. Him?

He's the guy I'd go see
if I needed to.

I'll be a son of a bitch.

Important thing is,

you stay strong and
keep fighting, all right?

That's my home number.

You start to feel punk,
you call me.

Thanks, Dr. Kennedy.

I'll check back on you
Wednesday.

Take good care
of this young fella.

Carm.

What?

You sick?

Everybody else in this family
sleeps all day.

I thought I'd try it.

You, uh... depressed...

or what?

I figure in the division
of labor around here,

that's your job.

'Cause, you know,
if you want to go to therapy

on your own or something...

I noticed you've been
a little tense lately.

That's rich.

You suggesting I go to a shrink.

I don't have the time.

I'll still go to yours,
if you want.

You know best.

That dean called today.

Well, that can't be good.

I told him to put us down
for the 50,000.

Carmela, I gave you five.

Now, all right, maybe I could
go another five, maybe 10.

But that's enough.

Tony, you gotta do
something nice for me today.

This is what I want.

You gotta do this.

All right, I'll go to 10.

That should be enough for those
Morningside Heights gangsters.

I already told him 50.

Fifty G's.

Yes.

You look like you could use
a night off from cooking.

What do you say we go out?

♪ One last time
From Freddy's joint ♪

♪ We drove out
To lover's point ♪

♪ Shared our last kiss
Eye to eye ♪

♪ Spoke of tender times
Long past ♪

♪ Said they weren't
Meant to last ♪

♪ Too many different needs ♪

♪ To satisfy ♪

♪ She wants ♪

♪ New shoulders to cry on ♪

♪ New back seat to lie on ♪

♪ And she always Gets her way ♪

♪ She wants to see other guys ♪

♪ Get lost in other eyes ♪

♪ Baby's in the black books ♪

♪ Yes, she's
in the black books ♪

♪ Today ♪