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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 a-feelin' 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 ♪

I gotta pee.

The janitor leaves at 8:00.

You can wait ten minutes.

Now I gotta pee.

Got it.

Listen to Super Bowl
35 on the radio...

This is that kid I was
telling you about, man.

He needs to crash here.

He can get you a Glock 9.

Welcome to the Boonton
Holiday Inn.

My name is Leena.

What's your name?

I probably shouldn't say.

Mr. X, then.

You'll be safe here, bro.

Your guido friends would never
think to look for you here.

How do I open this door?

Did you like the room, Nucci?
Did you think it was nice?

That's Sammy Cahn.

That's one of my favorites.

♪ ...for you ♪

I'll have the deposit,
the 40,000 to you,

end of the week.

If you could transfer--

♪ Call me ♪

♪ Unpredictable ♪

We have an even bigger sing
on Parisian Night,

- which is Fridays.
- Oh, Madonna mi'.

- They don't eat snails, do they?
- No.

Coq au vin,
blanket of veal.

Ma, what's the matter?

My son lets me live
in a place like this.

He's such a good boy.

Yeah, well,
who's the queen, huh?

Come on, now, dry those peeps.

Listen to this.

Nineteen-year-old
college kid in Michigan,

he's coming out for
the NBA draft as a sophomore.

He figures he'll go
in the first round.

He's dead from crack.

I was thinking about Ro'.

And here,
Jackie had her convinced

he was just smoking
a little marijuana,

making "C's" in school.

And he was dealing hard drugs.

You never know with your kids.

It's like I've been saying,

the shit that can happen
over drug money.

Well, you tried, Tony,
with that boy.

Nice haul,

cracking that strongbox.

Almost 100K.

Where's my half?

Fucking week now.

Well, let's see,

after you kick upstairs,
you'll net--

What are you, my accountant?

I'm better with numbers than
nine-tenths of your accountants.

Kind of in arrears in the
respect department, aren't you?

Fuck you talking about?

Your future stepson.

Card game? Come on.
He pissed on your leg.

Killed your dealer,
shot at two made guys.

"A," you're talking shit
that's none of your business.

And "B," I'm gonna give
that little fuck ammaz"

he'll never forget.

Soon as we can locate him.

He's in that housing project
in fucking Boonton.

So, this 50 G's,
you think you deserve it?

"Deserve", ugatz.
It's my territory.

What?

It's me. Uh, Tony.

Tony.

- Tony, what is it?
- It's really Vito.

You said to call
in five minutes.

No, no, no, no.

I'm not doing nothing
important right now.

I'm watching the guy
clean his windshield.

He's got a green hat on.

It's that big, huh?

Some birds up ahead, flying.

Some weeds
across the street there.

Well...

I could be there in a half-hour?

I think I see a rabbit
or a squirrel.

I don't know what it is.

Maybe it's a possum.

No, I'll see you then.

Well, what can I do?

To be continued, looks like.

Tony needs me.

We'll work this out
another time.

Hello?

Tony? It's me.

You shouldn't
be calling me here.

I have to.

What else am I gonna do?

Don't say nothing.

You gotta help me.

Talk to your stepfather.
Let him help.

I can't talk to him.

Look, I'm up in--

I don't want to know.

You call him, you tell him
to come get you, help you.

- Whatever.
- Tony, please.

I'm sorry.

Please don't hang up.

For my dad, if not for me.

Well, he's been dead two years.

As a matter of fact,

the expiration date
was last week

on all your bullshit with that.

When you and him did the same
thing, you got forgiven.

Go think about it.

See if you can
figure out the difference.

Don't call me no more.

Mr. X, can you play chess?

No.

I can. My daddy taught me.

Economic downturn.
That's all you hear about.

But not you, boy.

You got 300 G's
of the Esplanade green grass

being chauffeured home.

Yeah.

Good job.

Jackie Jr. call you?

No, why?

- He called me.
- Oh...

I'm sorry.

Nah, don't apologize.

Anyway, I told him
to take it up with you.

Ton', what do you want me to do?

I mean, you're the boss
of the family--

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
we talked about this.

You were gonna give him a pass.

But he should know.

You don't want to create
confusion, insubordination.

But more important
than the particular decision

is that it happen
in a timely fashion.

But, fuck, why am I telling you?

You know all this.
You're a captain.

Chain of command is
very important in our thing.

I'm sorry he called your house.

Don't apologize.

Imagine, neither of you
had ever gotten so much

as a passing grade
on any geometry test,

and then the midterm.

Sister Agnes
shared these with me.

Both of you got 96% correct.

Remarkable.

I'd like to call your parents

and share the good news
with them.

Oh, you really don't have to.

What do you want to tell me?

If you cooperate now,
it'll be easier later.

All we did was study hard.

I don't have to waste
my time with you.

It was both your urines

that Mr. Lubimov spent
two hours scrubbing.

Your DNA was an exact match.

Oh, jeez!

He's the one who peed first!

I didn't even have to pee
till he did it.

I could take another test.
You could watch me.

He's back.

Junior Soprano beat cancer?

As far as anyone can tell.

And this prick is laughing at us.

We get another crack at him?

For a change,
the judge ruled with us.

- He'll set a new trial date in 30 days.
- Good.

Tony?

Well, we had the lamp problem.

Can't we get to him through
the nephew? He's been made.

What about what we did
with Archie Banners?

- His wife Niki?
- Moltisanti is engaged

to a lovely thing
called Adriana La Cerva.

Good.

Would you ask Deborah
to come in here, please?

May I just point out, all she's
ever done is background checks.

Where'd you start?

Deborah.

How would you like
a new best friend

for the next nine, ten months?

Uh...

Let me put it this way.

How big can you make your hair?

Tampa, site of Super Bowl 35,

coming up on Sunday,
and today is media day.

No.

You pawn can only move
two spaces on the first move.

Sorry.

There.

- Yo, I think you're done for.
- We just started.

Yeah, but the way
she's developing her knights.

I win again.

Now, see, you should've
played that out.

That's the only way
you gon' learn.

I'm going down the park,
see Bruce.

You guys need anything?

Nah, I'm cool.

What are you laughing at?

How could it be $3,200?

He said the transmission
was completely compromised.

I never even heard of that!

I want my guy
to take a look at it.

I already told this guy
to go ahead.

Well, then call him back,

tell him not to.

Tell him we're
picking up the car.

Forget it, I don't care.

- Let him do it.
- Are you sure, honey?

What the fuck did I just say?

Look, Ro',

I'm coming home late.

I got some shit I gotta do.

The Super Bowl returns to Tampa,

- and so does quarterback...
- How much?

A dime? You got it.

...who was run out
of this town just a year ago.

I know what the Ravens'
offense is gonna do...

...what the Giants'
defense is gonna do.

What I don't know is what
the Giants' offense is gonna do.

We're writing a lot
of slips on this game.

Hey.

I'm going to the betting parlor.

Hey, neither defense
thinks that the other offense

can score on them.

I think because the defense
of the Giants

feels so confident
they can shut out the Ravens...

I been dreaming
of that fucking lo mein

all the way the fuck over here.

Now, who came in here
and ate my shit?

Not for nothing, T.,

but I think you've been wound
a little tight lately.

It's that sack of shit Ralphie.

That's what I gotta
talk to you about.

He didn't pay me the 50 G's
he owes me that comes out

that check-cashing store
in Morristown.

You lost me.

I got an alarm guy
on my payroll.

I tipped Ralphie's guys
about the safe.

Gave them the codes.

So Ralphie says
the dough is his.

I'll talk to him about it.

Fuck that!

I've been telling you for
months now this guy's no good.

And I need that money
for my long-range planning!

I want a sit-down.

All right.

Answer the fucking phone.

Hello?

Yeah.

Carmela.

Sounds like she's crying.

Yeah?

What?

A permanent expulsion.

I prayed I would never see this.

Even I managed to get through
school without getting expelled.

You know, maybe it's a blessing.

Well, I don't see
how that could be.

The place was too loose.
It was too easy.

How can you say that?
I got expelled.

You got nothing to say
till I tell you!

Unless I ask you
a direct question!

Tony.

I work hard all day to pay for
this 6,000-square-foot house,

big-screen TVs,
food on the table,

video games, all kinds
of scooters and bicycles,

Columbia University,
and for what?

To come home to this?

Sucks to be you.

My God, Tony!

There's more where
that came from!

We're starting a new regime
around here!

The school guidance counselor

said this might
be a cry for help.

Oh, come on, will you?

She recommended a school
in New Brunswick.

Birnwood Day.
It's for troubled kids.

There's a psychologist
right on staff.

No. No more fucking schools
that coddle him.

He's going to military school.

- What?
- That's right.

I got some brochures.

You got school brochures.

Yeah, from Janice.
She was gonna send Harper there,

but she didn't have the money
and it was too fucking late!

I'm not sending him away.

We're looking
at those brochures!

What is with you, Tony?

Now, this I like.

Highly structured environment.

Which one is that?

HMI.

Hudson Military Institute.

"Our second century
of excellence."

I never said I was going.

We're just looking, honey.

We're looking,
and then you're going.

Here.

Hello?

Yes.

Oh, hi, Marie.

No.

Oh, my God.

Where's Rosalie?

She's right here.

She can't come to the phone.

Tell her I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Oh, my God. What is it?

Jackie Jr. was shot to death.

At the Boonton projects.
By drug dealers.

I'm going over Rosalie's.

You see?

- Taco Bell.
- Hi.

Hey.

There's something
I gotta tell you.

I heard.

How?

Like Mom's not totally gonna
tell me you got expelled.

Not that.

I heard you cracked
and copped to everything.

They had my DNA.

Moron, it takes like six weeks
to get DNA tests.

Shit.

I gotta go.

- No, I didn't tell you yet.
- What?

Jackie, he was doing a drug deal
with some black dudes,

and they shot him.

He's, like, dead.

Twenty-two years old.

Living in a housing project.

Imagine the shame
for the family?

Fortunately, they were no longer
boyfriend and girlfriend.

How's your daughter taking it?

Not very well.

You certainly saw it coming
with this boy, didn't you?

In the end, I failed him.

What the fuck you gonna do?

World today.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

I'm not gonna make
the same mistake with A.J.

He got expelled.

Him, we're sending
to military school.

You know, we never discussed

exactly what you want
for your children.

I don't want them
to end up in Boonton

with their face blown off.

You followed your father
into his business.

I didn't have a choice.

I try to make sure my kids
have every opportunity.

Meadow's going to Columbia,
for chrissakes.

Wants to be some kind
of a professional woman.

Like you.

A psychiatrist?

And have to listen to guys
like me whine all day?

She mentioned being
a pediatrician once.

- You'd like that?
- Yeah, I would.

I would like something
like that.

But the important thing
is she get far away from me.

I mean, she could live close.

I think I understand.

And your son?

A.J.?

In my business? Forget it.

He'd never make it.

Your father and I
have to drive A.J.

up to Hudson Institute
for his interview.

I would feel much better
if you were up and moving.

Jackie's dead,

and you perseverate
on secondary schools.

I was up half the night
with Ro'.

And this morning,

her sister and I made
all the funeral arrangements.

Your brother
doesn't a have school.

He can't be allowed to sit
around chatting all day

on the Web with the other
dropouts and the flakes.

You know, he's the first person
my own age that I knew

that ever died.

Well, he knew all
the risks involved.

What, the X?

Half the kids I know take it.

They have to get it
from someone.

It's not something
you get killed over.

Except that he did.

Or not.

Meaning?

Look at who he grew up with.

Look at who his father was.

Look at everybody we know.

Let's not get cute.

When I'm being cute,
I'll let you know.

You liked Jackie,
so you don't want to believe

that he did this to himself.

So, like a lot of other people,

you go around looking
for bogeymen to blame.

Bogeymen with Italian names.

So, whatever you're thinking,

you just stop thinking it
right now,

because that is not
what happened.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Stealing an exam, that's quite
a personal defeat, isn't it?

It was wrong.

That sounds pre-programmed.

That how you saw
your future self

when you were a younger man?

- A cheat?
- No.

How do you explain it?

There's, like,
all this academic pressure,

about getting into college.

My school,
they're like obsessed.

There's "like"
academic pressure,

or academic pressure?

There's all this pressure.
My parents too.

My sister, she goes to Columbia,

and I know my parents
expect me to go.

Around here, we all call that
stinkin' thinkin'.

It's precisely the same
with an alcoholic.

No one makes him put that drink
to his lips but himself.

I'm not an alcoholic.

How do we do things
differently here at HMI

than at your former school?

I don't know.

Well, I realize you don't know.

I'm about to tell you.

At your school--
and it's not a bad school--

you're right, there's too much
emphasis on what's good for you.

What's good for Johnny,
what's good for Janey.

Here, the higher good
is the good of the Corps.

As General MacArthur said in
his farewell address at the Point,

"The Corps, the Corps,
the Corps."

Now, how do we achieve this revolutionary
change in thinking on your part?

Cadet Corps has first call
and formation, 0530 each day.

March in formation
to first mess, 0620,

followed by dorm inspection,
0700.

Classes, 0800 to 1440.

Athletic formation, 1500,
except Thursdays,

which is drill,
or commander's time.

1900 to 2100
is evening study time.

Taps, lights out, 2200 hours,
what's missing?

Give up? Television.

What's 0530 mean?

5:30 a.m.

I just outlined for you

a blueprint for
total self-discipline

that would take you
through your entire life,

and that's your only question?

Why do guys in the Army

or, like, spies use that
0-thing when they tell time?

That'll be made
abundantly clear to you.

For now, we have an expression
around here. "Keep it simple."

Captain Delaunay?

Please give Mr. Soprano
the standard T.O.I.

while I meet with his parents.

Sir, yes, sir.

I, for one, think Anthony
could greatly benefit

from our program, which,
as I candidly told him,

is very rigorous.

Do you mind?

I will be very frank with you,
Major Zwingli.

I do not agree with this
hard-nosed discipline.

The mothers seldom do.

Wait till he starts
opening doors for you

and pulling back your chair.

Now that would be a miracle.

That's not even something
we thought we could hope for.

What about creativity, Tony?

Independent thought?

I stressed rather heavily
with Anthony

notions of duty and groupthink.

But I didn't for now mention to
him the Army's motto of today.

"Be an army of one."

Why be an army at all?

How about a veterinarian?

Isn't there enough war?

Amputees?

Horrible displaced--

Jesus, he's just gonna
march around a little bit.

I wouldn't get too hung up
on the marching aspect.

It's part of it,

but it's nothing compared
to the mentoring

that comes through
small class size

and faculty involvement
in dorm life.

Well, that sounds
wonderful, certainly.

We've created too many options
for our kids.

We can't blame them
for being confused.

Then when things go wrong,
we fob them off

onto the ever-burgeoning

for-profit substance
recovery industry.

This "army of one" thing,

what happens when each army
of one decides, fuck it,

I not going over the top
of the foxhole?

Or, why don't we just blow
the lieutenant's head off?

You know, 'cause they've
been told, you know,

"You're an army of one."

I would submit Audie Murphy
was an army of one.

Is that what we're
preparing him for?

A career in the military?

No! No.

One day at a time.

You want to train him
to be a professional killer?

Oh, will you stop?

They're soldiers!

And the United States Army
hardly ever goes to war anymore!

They were marching
with rifles, Tony!

They're symbolic!
The barrels are plugged!

Symbolic of what?

Respect!

He will be subjected
to the discipline

of kids hardly older
than himself.

Does that seem smart?

Boys his age still kill frogs
and small animals.

The Cusamanos' Binky?

The cherry bomb
with the nails in it,

you think it was A.J.?

No, that is what
I'm trying to tell you!

He is still a child.
He's a normal child.

He's made some mistakes,
and God knows,

he's got a shitload
to learn about life.

That does not mean that
I'm gonna let you send him

to the type of school
whose whole reason for being

is to make him follow orders
by instilling fear!

He thinks the world owes him
a fucking living!

What could have given him
that bizarre idea?

We tried it your way
for 15 years now.

With the Berry Brazleton,
and the validating his feelings.

And that fucking school
did the same thing,

and what a surprise!

He thinks the world
runs on his feelings!

Well, he's gonna go
learn to be a man!

I will not send him
to that place!

Oh, no, fuck that! Allow me!

Fuck!

God!

T.

About the sit-down.
I haven't heard, and--

Jesus Christ, can I bury
my best friend's kid?

I am not ready for this.

Okay, let's go.

We gotta do this.

Come here, you.

Rosalie?

Ro', honey?

Hi, sweetheart.

Ro', I'm so sorry.

Mm-hm, lay some off.

How much?

Hey.

I'm so sorry about your brother.

You remember my cousin,
Mackenzie Coluccio.

Oh, my God!

Oh.

- Here, come on, sit down.
- Come on, sweetheart. Sit.

It's all right.

Sit down.

It's okay.

A point and a quarter.

Would you listen to me, Moose?

It's very simple.

Look at this place.

You're still good.

Two days before the Super Bowl,

and nobody shows up.

That's not true, Mom.

You think I'd remember,
all my years married to Jack.

What happened, Ton'?

Vegas moving the line?

Cover us. Just make sure.

Point and a half.

Talk to you a minute?

Russ? Mr. Cozzarelli?

My partner and I cut this.

Devotional music.

It's a little ragged.
It's a demo.

Christian contemporary.

I wish I had it
for my mother's funeral.

Tommy Mottola at Sony,

looks like he's gonna
offer us a deal.

Listen, about Jackie.

And you know Ralph...

How you handled that

so it wouldn't stick
to any of us...

I'm only here
out of respect to you.

But I'm sorry
that I was musciad there.

And...

I appreciate that you were
looking out for me.

Oh, yeah?

You were close to the kid,
I know.

No, you don't know.

Anyway, what I said
about not loving you...

that's not how it is.

Let's try it your way.

I got here first?

Cocksucker!

Sit down, relax, have a coffee.

He'll be here.

Well, I think I got Ma situated.

The Brother Job home.

Nah, fuck that. We went there.

Che puzz'.

I almost gagged.

Nah, we're gonna go
with Green Grove.

Based on your
recommendation, Ton'.

I never recommended it.

Yeah, you did,
when you had your ma there.

By the way, did she have
the silver bird package?

- I don't know.
- You know, Sil,

it's the most expensive
nursing home in the state.

It's a retirement community.

The level of care.

Ma was crying.

- Eight grand a month?
- Who gives a fuck?

You see a Seeing Eye dog
over here?

Cup full of pencils?

I'm not trying to insult you.
I'm just saying.

Be tough,
but I'll figure it out.

Worth every fucking penny.

I'm the hero now, boy.

Thanks.

- Hey.
- You're late.

Well, tomorrow I can be on
time, but you'll be stupid forever.

Hey, hey, sit down!

Sit the fuck down and shut up!

You want one of those?

No.

I was at my goomar all night.

Ro' with the grief, poor kid.

I can't get any sleep there.
It's incessant.

So, who wants to talk first?

What's to fucking talk about?
I'm owed that 50 G's.

A fucking alarm code, 50 G's?

Five tops, maybe,
as a finder's fee!

Frigging heist fell in your lap.

You spend your days
fucking those fat pigs

in the outer office
at the carpenters' union.

Three mil a year
from construction,

this family sees.

All right, five's just
the negotiating platform.

Take it easy.

All right, it's not five.
We all know that.

His guys did the heavy lifting.

Little Paulie was good to go.

Fucking car never came.

They left him waiting outside
his house like an asshole,

fucking 11-degree weather.

Ralphie, give him 12K.

- I can't believe this.
- Why not?

Last year, you believed
that flying saucer

was over East Rutherford.

I'm not gonna tell you again!

T., I'm asking you
to reconsider this.

Paulie, you requested
a sit-down,

he heard you out.

But, Jesus-fucking-Christ,

I'm leaving $38,000
on the table.

Tony! I had to park the car
all the way over there!

Son of a bitch!

Ah!

Come on, get up.

Miss? Mm-hm?

Can you tell me where I could
find something more dressy?

Not evening, but muted?

I'll go look.

They have this great little
black cocktail I saw over there.

Mm, those I have.

Thing is, it's for a funeral.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Guy was like 22.

Car accident?

Actually, murder.

He was a cousin of mine.

Anyway, last time
we went to a funeral,

my boyfriend bitched me out
over what I wore.

It was his boss' mother's wake.

I said, "Come on,
you think Tony even noticed

for, like, one minute
what I had on?"

But he keeps on
about everything.

Oh, Marone, Jesus.

Me too.

I love Blahniks, but they were
killing me last night.

Ugh!

I was gonna go sit
with a Starbucks.

- So was I.
- You wanna go together?

- Yeah.
- Great.

Blahniks, they are slimline.

I was dancing, my God.

But I'll tell you, Jimmy Choos?

Worse!

My name's Danielle, by the way.

Adriana. You live in Nutley?

If you're one
of the thousands of men

who suffer from
erectile dysfunction,

you already know
that it's no laughing matter.

Hey, I know this guy!

What you probably don't know,
however,

is that treatment is covered
by most medical plans.

I'm Dr. Ira Freid,
of the Freid Medical Group.

Be it Viagra,
penile enhancement surgery...

Imagine, needing
an operation like that.

I can help you increase
the length, girth,

and vitality of what
occurred naturally.

My associates and I have
offices conveniently located

throughout the Tristate area.

Our discretion is assured.

Oh! Sergeant Bilko.

Tony.

You're right, I'm sorry.

Just thought we shouldn't
get too gloomy about this.

My God, Anthony.

Your dress grays. You know what?

You look very handsome.

She's right, you do.

Yeah, right.

No, I'm serious.

Tight suit like that,
it shows off your lats.

Here, put on the hat.

No way.

Oh, please?

He looked so cute
at the uniform company.

You're not gonna sew the hat.

- Just put the hat on for your mother.
- No!

What did you say?

Now look at that.

I'm serious,
you look very impressive.

Oh, my God,
if I wasn't already married.

I look like a total jerkoff.

You do not.

What are you, crying?

I don't want to go there.

- You need toughening up!
- Tony!

Stand up straight, okay?

I'm standing fucking straight!

Hey, you keep it up, goddamn it!

I think...

I think the hat goes
in the crook of your arm here.

Like that.

You look good.

- Oh, my God. Anthony?
- A.J.!

A.J.

Anthony. Here...

Get some water or something.

My son...

has panic attacks.

Now obviously, we can't send him

to military school.

Pediatrician said.

He's got that putrid,
rotten, fucking Soprano gene.

It's a slight tic
in his fight/flight response.

It doesn't brand him
as anything.

You know, it comes down
through the ages.

I remember hearing about my
great-great-great-grandfather.

He drove a mule cart
off a mountain road.

He was transporting these
valuable jugs of olive oil.

Probably was a panic attack.

When you blame your genes,
you're really blaming yourself.

And that's what we should
be talking about.

Fucking Verbum Dei school.

Turns out it happened before,
but they didn't tell us.

Idiot nurse, she diagnosed it
as dehydration

from football practice.

Can you believe they didn't
inform the parents?

I'm not a "ligitigous" person,
or whatever the fuck.

I prefer to resolve things
directly.

But this time, I'm gonna sue!

Well, that's your right.

Anthony?

You don't understand.

Make me understand.

We can't send him to that place.

Yes?

How are we gonna save this kid?

Your mother!

Come on, let's go.

Silvio Manfred Dante?

- At a funeral?
- Detective Filemon Francis,

Essex County
Sheriff's Department.

You're under arrest
for violation

Title 2C, Chapter 37, Section 2

Of the New Jersey penal code:
promoting gambling.

Every fucking Super Bowl,

the D.A. grabs
a few popcorn headlines.

Here, go ahead.

Last year, I made bail so fast,

my soup was still warm
when I got home.

All right, come on, keep moving.

Jesus Christ, you told me 11:00!

I'm sorry!

"Sorry." That's all I hear.

Junior, look.

Junior!

Junior, don't leave me!

In sure and certain hope

of the Resurrection
to eternal life

through our Lord, Jesus Christ,

we commend to Almighty God
our brother,

Giacomo Michael Aprile Jr.

And we commit his body
to the ground.

No!

Why? Why my Jackie?

Why my baby? Why?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The Lord bless him and keep him.

The Lord make his face
to shine upon him

and be gracious to him.

The Lord lift up
His countenance upon him

and give him peace.

Someone from the family
should go down to Artie's.

Stop thinking, Ro'.

Let's get you to bed.

He opened up
the restaurant for us.

All those people down there.

So, Mead, was he dealing
while you guys were dating?

Hey, Mackenzie, why don't you
shut your fucking mouth?

I was just asking.

Please, okay?

My brother's whole stupid
pathetic dream

was to follow
in our father's footsteps.

I gotta paint a picture?

He was killed by some fat fuck
in see-through socks.

Take your pick.
They all look alike.

Actually, Kelli, you really
have no basis to say that.

We used to joke around
about our families.

What happened to you?

Look, I know this is
a really painful time for you,

but your brother's best friend
was an Israeli X dealer.

I met him.

Wow, so it was international.

Let's just drop it, okay?

Yeah, right.

I mean, if my dad still
controlled all the crime

in North Jersey
like your dad does now,

I'd probably want
to drop it too.

But then, it might not
have happened.

Wait, this is way beyond.

Our dads are in
the garbage business.

And it's always
good for a laugh.

And, yeah, they brush up
against organized crime.

But you think they control
every slimeball and illegal gun

in like a hundred communities?

The fact that you would even say
this in front of an outsider

is amazing to me.

Jesus Christ, some loyalty?

Their names, etched forever in history.

Their hands, around football's
most revered trophy.

Immortalized...

How are you?

Want a drink?

I gotta go. Ma's alone.

He's having a full dinner, huh?

I'm done already.
It's good gravy today.

Sad day.

Mm-hm.

Kid was always a dumb fuck,
though, wasn't he?

Didn't he almost drown
in three inches of water?

The penguin exhibit.

Jack tried to lay off
all Jackie's problems

on a learning disorder, but...

Well, stupidity would be
a learning disorder,

wouldn't it?

Look at this crappy turnout.

You know, if Jackie Sr.
was still acting boss,

with a child passed away?

This place would be filled
to the rafters.

Flower cars up and down
the block.

No matter what the boy had done.

Now?

Well, Bobby says me you're out
from under the house arrest.

Congratulations.

My fucking lawyer was finally
able to demonstrate

I don't pose a flight risk.

Flight risk.

I've been farting
into the same sofa cushion

for the last 18 months.

The RICO trial's
coming up, though.

At least you're out.

And you're eating
regular food again.

The fucking illness
changed my whole viewpoint.

I'm gonna stop
and smell the roses.

We all should.

I mean, what the fuck?

In the museum of noses,

there goes the frigging
Mona Lisa.

What the fuck
you doing out here?

Ginny thinks I quit.

Jesus Christ.

Fucking underboss
of a Five Families family.

Ginny can get heavy.

What's the matter?

Ah, nothing.

You could tell Uncle John.

Fucking Tony.

He knows my mother's ill,

then he rules against me
in this Morristown bullshit.

Maybe you heard about it.

I don't stick my beak in.

Since Ralphie's bringing him
all this Esplanade scarol',

you'd think I was carrying
a load in my pants,

the way Tony sticks his
nose up when I'm around.

Ah. I'm not insensitive.

I hurt too.

You think Tony plays
favorites like that?

What do I say to Ma?

She thinks she's going to this
paradise of nursing homes.

Same one his mother put her
fucking feet up at for a year, by the way.

Don't confuse money with caring.

Look how he treated her.

I mean, he's my dear friend,
but come on.

I was just saying that
to Junior.

That maybe Tony fundamentally
don't respect the elderly.

You said that to Junior?

What are you making, minest'?

You know, Carmine, too.

Sometimes he gets very
frustrated with Tony and Ralphie.

That generation.

He thinks the whole
Esplanade thing, rich as it is,

wasn't handled right risk-wise.

How is Carmine?

He asks about you.

Give him my love. I will.

He'll like hearing that.

He's not as well as he
could be either, you know.

If there's ever anything
I can do, anything,

he shouldn't hesitate.

I'll tell him.

You okay?

Yeah.

You had a few drinks over there.

We all could use it.

I was thinking before.

About what you once said,

how you have to max out the
good times with the people you love.

God, am I learning that
that, like, is so true.

Actually, your father said that.

Anyway, I mean, look how
people deal with each other.

Even families,

like Jackie's family.

What about them?

They were never there for him.

I mean, Aunt Ro's sweet,
but she's, like, hello.

Uncle Jackie?

So narcissistic.

They let him do
whatever he wanted.

When you'd ask him, like,

"Aren't you afraid what
your parents are gonna say?"

About, I don't know, whatever.

And he would just go,
"They don't give a shit."

But I think it hurt
his feelings inside.

Well, I'm glad you see.

Yeah, right.

You're glad I see.

What you take from this
is an excuse

to get intrusive
and controlling.

That is not what
I'm talking about, Jesus!

What did I say?

Meadow, you are out
from under our roof.

A.J., then.

You'll use it against him.

"Against him"?

I'm sorry I said anything.

Young bearded stranger turns.

Rabbi goes, "Don't touch me,
I'm on total disability."

They're back!

I fucked them.

Great fucking timing.

Come here, baby.
Come here, come here.

When'd you get here?

Just now.

Come on, Junior, sing it!

- Junior!
- Come on!

Come on!

Junior, come on.

Come on, let's go!

What the hell.

I beat cancer.

Now I'm gonna beat the can.

Nah, that's too high.
No, no, bring it down.

What is this?

What's that?

Cosmo.

He's not bad when
he's had a few 'bucas.

- He's shit-faced.
- Don't laugh.

♪ Oops, I did it again ♪

Hold this.

Yeah, yeah,
I'm going, I'm going.

Come here!

Did you hear me?

I said come here!

This is such bullshit!

Meadow!

Hey, guys, let's go.

Come on.

Back to school, I guess.

Did you give her money
for the bus?

I don't know. She got her purse.

She'll be all right.

No way.

Stand still and be quiet.

♪ Cuore ♪

♪ Cuore ingrata ♪

What's that mean, cuore ingrata?

"Ungrateful heart."