All language subtitles for The Sopranos - S04E04 - The Weight.eng.SDH

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[TRAFFIC NOISES IN DISTANCE]

[ITALIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

So she's a dancer, right?
Broadway, summer stock, all that shit.

Who was telling me, Ginny…
Used to do a little dancing, right?

-Taught ballet, years ago.
-[MEN LAUGHING]

-Who's that?
-Nobody. Jersey.

Ralph Cifaretto's crew.

Anyway, I go over to her house one night

she's dressed like a
fucking cat, like from that show.

Eye makeup, claws, the whole bit.

You okay?

Pardon me a minute, huh?

Hey. Donny, right?

John, how you doing?

What's the matter? Not funny anymore?

-Bitch! You're fucking funny, huh?
-John!

-What's the matter with you? Please!
-Can't shut your mouth?

Funny, huh?

-Funny? Funny?
-Whoa, whoa, John! What the fuck?

-What'd he do?
-He's a cunt! A sorry sack of shit!

-Come on, let me get you out of here.
-No, no. Please.

Scumbag, let me buy you a drink.

What the fuck?

-[DOOR OPENS]
-John?

-John?
-What are you doing still up?

Penny Serenade was on AMC.

John, your coat! Is that the Burberry?

Oh, my God, what happened?

Nothing. I tripped.

-You tripped where?
-I don't know.

-The steps by Carmine's.
-John, your hand is bleeding.

I used it to break my fall. Jesus,
what is this, the Inquisition now?

I had a few cognacs.

Go to sleep.

For tax-deferred growth the annuity's
fine, but if I'm hearing you right

liquidity's the real concern?

Well, we do occasionally need
ready access to our money.

Honestly, guys, I'd
recommend a life insurance trust.

That, coupled with a growth-oriented
reallocation of your assets.

Including an assortment of
other investment vehicles.

What, like classic cars?

No. Stocks, bonds…

I think he's pulling your leg, Brian.

I gotta remember that one.

So great, we'll open an account,
get the paperwork started and…

Brian, look, no offense.

I know we're family,
but let me think about it.

-Run it by my accountant.
-[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Ginsberg? He's a CPA. He's
not an investment adviser.

Whatever, he knows about this stuff.

You know what? Talk to your
accountant. Two heads, huh?

-Dad, it's Uncle Sil!
-I gotta get that.

Say hello to Janelle.

I'll walk you out, Bri.

Hang it up, A.J.!

-Hey.
-[INDISTINCT VOICE ON PHONE]

What happened?

-Hey.
-Hey, yourself.

What the fuck, John?

-I got nothing to say.
-You got nothing to say?

That fucking kid is in intensive care.

I thought he worked for Ralph.

And Ralph works for me. So I
ask you again, what the fuck?

Let it suffice that I know
and Carmine knows

that foppy cocksucker's
holding out on us.

Fernandez Paving, Ralph's contracting
company. We went over the receipts,

for waterproofing at the Esplanade.
Ralph's more creative than Spielberg.

He's off almost four grand,
third time in a row now.

We agreed, no looting the job site.

First of all, that hasn't
been established.

Second of all, this is how you handle it?

-Consider it a message.
-He's in Miami.

-They got phones down there.
-He's got a bad history, Tony.

Cute cocksucker could wind up dead.

What are you saying here?

He's a two-faced fucking prick.

-I thought Ralph was your friend.
-Right, that's rich.

Did you hear what my
friend said about my wife?

He made a crack about Ginny's
weight. Something about her having

a 90-pound mole on her ass.

Well, that's…

That's deplorable.

Who told you this?

What's important is that it was said.

If he said it, I didn't hear it.

He knows better than to make a
remark like that when I'm around.

She's fighting a weight
problem since the kids were born.

Weight Watchers,
Richard Simmons, fasting.

She works very fucking hard.

-You're telling me?
-It's different for women.

Body image, self-esteem.

I'll tell you, though

I never had a problem
with Ginny's weight.

To me, she's beautiful.

Rubenesque.

That woman is my life.

To think she's being mocked…

All right, look, John

I'm not gonna sit here and deny
that Ralph can be a fucking asshole.

And that was a horrible thing to say.

But even if it was said, you can't
be serious about him winding up…

-You know.
-She's the mother of my children.

I know she is, John. I know she is.

At least hear Ralph out.

How long we go back, huh?

All of us?

The kid last night

he was laughing.

About this?

I don't know.

All right.

You're right.

It's just been sticking in my craw.

So this kid gonna be okay?

I don't know. He's still unconscious.

My fucking temper. Is he
married, children, anything?

Lives with his mother.

I'll send her something nice.

I'm surprised he didn't call you.
Who knows? Maybe he'll be right back.

[MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

One sugar, right?

So how are things at Casa del Furio?

Ehh.

The Pakistani, the neighbor.

I want to make my garage into the
guesthouse, so my parents can visit.

He says to me because
of the rules I cannot do it.

Right, right, the zoning.

The man who sells me
the house, he says nothing.

As far as I remember, once title has
passed, you have no legal recourse.

Anyway, next week, I make
a party for the housewarm.

What a nice idea.

This is my real-estate exam.

There's one more prep
course I wanna take.

So next Sunday is the party.

We will be there. [CHUCKLES]

Now, here, you see?

"Except in cases of demonstrable
fraud, transfer of title is binding

once the grantee registers
the deed with the county clerk."

Some people say college only
serves to show grad schools

you've managed to
show up four years in a row.

But volunteering at the Law Center
actually allows you to make a difference.

Last year, with our help, over
half a dozen crack babies

were reunited with their natural mothers

several of whom are now in recovery.

Eventually with the
help of ACLU attorneys

you'll be filing court papers
and helping with legal research.

There's a sign-up sheet and some
fliers if you're interested. Thanks.

That's so true what you said about
college being an audition for grad school.

So much for higher learning,
huh? Living in the moment.

Check out the Law Center. There's
some really cool people there.

[MUTED ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

There were 15 guys at the
dinner when Ralph told that joke.

Could be anybody flapping their gums.

What I don't get is why.

-What's the upside of telling Johnny?
-To get in good with New York.

Loose lips sink ships.

First Johnny knows about flipping
the property by the Esplanade.

Now this shit.

How about Patsy?

He's had issues. Maybe
he's holding a grudge.

-Oh, you really think he's that cagey?
-Albert, then.

Wait a minute.

What if Vesuvio's bugged and
the fucking feds told Johnny?

-Conspiracy theories now?
-Why not?

Create a little dysentery
among the ranks?

First of all, the place
is swept once a week.

Second of all, there's a
lot more interesting shit

being talked about in there
besides Ginny Sack's fat ass.

Sil, the liquor inspector's here.

What do you think?

It's not possible, right?

Silvio talking to Johnny?

You never know, T.

Jason's always been a
well-adjusted young man.

So why now, Elliot?

Three years at Bard and suddenly
now as a senior this epic drift.

No focus, no drive.

He's actually talked about dropping
out and joining the Forestry Service.

Well, some people thrive on solitude.

Senior year. There's
something about the light

at the end of that tunnel
that can be very frightening.

Saskia's a senior. Is she
going through any of this?

Sask has always been
highly motivated, kineahora.

Where's Richard in all this anyway?

Jason barely speaks to him anymore.

-Since when?
-Right after the rape.

Jason may be feeling guilty himself, Jen.

He's powerless to avenge you,

and resents his father
for the same shortcomings.

-Oh!
-Hey, George Hamilton. [CHUCKLES]

How's the back?

The masseuse down there, the Del Rey?

Magic fucking fingers.

-Tony call?
-On his way.

-He know you broke up with his sister?
-No, no. Not unless she told him.

-You know what that bitch was into?
-What?

She wanted to stick a dildo up my ass,
make believe she was pimping me out.

I told her, "Get the fuck out of here!"

-What the fuck?
-Whole family's nuts.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Hi.
-Hey, Ton.

Hey!

-How are you?
-Hey, Ton.

How you doing?

Fellas, take this shit to my house.
Open some windows, air the place out.

For you. Florida's finest.

Thanks.

How's Donny K?

I was just asking them about that.

I gotta get over there,
get the full report.

Any idea who's writing
the family gossip column?

Funny thing about that, Ton, I don't
remember saying anything about Ginny.

Come on, Ralph. I
was sitting right there.

Then maybe I said something. I forget.
There was a lot of wine that night.

What about the land deal? Frelinghuysen?

You forget and tell him that you,
me and Zellman made all that money?

Did I tell him about it? No.

But I sure as shit
ended up paying for it.

When you think about it,
Johnny's got some balls.

Big house, lining his pocket
with our hard-earned cash?

Who's he think's keeping
that fat bitch in Devil Dogs?

Whatever he is, he's
also Carmine's underboss,

so you're gonna fucking placate him.

Oh, what, apologize?

No, you do that it'll be worse.

Whoever told him this,
it's your word against theirs.

You're highly fucking outraged.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

-Hello?
-Hello, sweetie. It's your secret admirer.

-Is he there?
-Oh, hi, Ralph. One sec.

John, Ralph Cifaretto!

-I'll take it in there.
-Okay, honey.

-Yeah?
-John, it's me.

And?

And I'm calling to tell
you how appalled I am.

I just got back. I talked to Tony.

I love Ginny. I would
never say anything like that.

-That's not what I heard.
-From who?

From who, John?

I don't betray confidences.
Are you denying it?

Fuck yes, I'm denying I said it.

I don't believe you.

Just tell me who said this. I'll
put a bullet in their fucking eye.

You're a real weasel, you know that?

John, please.

Look, last year, when Tony and I
had our thing, that misunderstanding

you were the voice of reason.

You were the one that
told me to apologize.

So you're apologizing?

No.

If that's what it takes.

Why would you? I
thought you didn't say it.

-I didn't say it.
-You know something, Ralph?

Not only are you a thief,
you're a lying, fucking prick.

I should've let Tony chop
your head off a year ago.

What did I say? No apology!

I want you to sanction
a hit on Ralph Cifaretto.

What, are you fucking kidding me?

He violated my wife's honor.

Ralph slept with Ginny?

He insulted her. He made
a very insensitive joke

about her body to some friends of ours.

-What did he say?
-I have to repeat it?

-My word's not good enough?
-Not if you want him clipped over it.

He said

she was having a 90-pound
mole removed from her ass.

The implication was her ass is so big

she could have a mole
that size removed from it.

It's an off-color remark. It
was highly inappropriate.

You want, I'll demand he's taxed.

But clip him?

Is it all just about money?

I'll crack him good.
I'll ask for 200 grand.

Two hundred grand for
insulting my wife. What's next?

-He gets to fuck her for a million?
-He wants to fuck her?

I'm making a point! I'm talking
about my wife's honor here. My honor!

We depend on this guy. There
are millions of dollars at stake.

We can't afford it, John.

A roomful of guys making fun of my wife,

and you're not gonna
let me deal with this?

Not that way. My answer's gotta be no.

I wanna sit down, then,
with Ralph, the fucking thief.

Get this Fernandez
Paving bullshit dealt with.

[PEOPLE TALKING]

He was accused of a
crime of severe immorality.

They actually beat
him for it with sticks.

The truth was, he had a photograph
of Britney Spears with his belongings.

That's horrible.

Dad?

Thought I was in the wrong place.

What are you doing here?

I was looking for a glass
of milk to dunk these in,

and I thought maybe
you could help me out.

Got a meeting in the city later.

Rahimah, this is my dad.

-How you doing?
-Hello.

-Want a doughnut?
-No, thanks.

-Well, I'll see you later, Meadow?
-Okay, Rahimah.

[TONY SIGHS]

So, what's this your mother tells me
about you joining the Legal Aid Society?

South Bronx Law Center. I'm volunteering.

They provide free legal counsel
for the indigent and disenfranchised.

And this Rahoomi, she's
what, your first client?

What happened to being a pediatrician?

I thought that was a great field
for you, the way you love kids.

Nothing happened to it. I can't
explore some career options?

Oh, defending fare beaters is a career?

Is that why you came here, to annoy me?

Hey, you wanna help people.
That's fine. That's… That's very noble.

Really, I mean it.

Just don't be a sucker. A
lot of these indigenous types

they got plenty of money to smoke
crack and gamble and all that shit.

You ought to know.

Oh, I see. That's what this is, huh?

You're working with minorities now to
get back at me for being mean to Noel.

God, listen to you.

Believe it or not, the world
doesn't revolve around you.

[SIGHS]

Come on, let's… Let's
go to the bookstore.

You probably need a
sweatshirt or something.

Oh.

Hey, take it easy!

[CAR STARTS]

[TOILET FLUSHES]

How was the traffic?

Tunnel was a little backed up.

This time of day, GW, you zip right over.

All right, let's straighten this out.

I talked to the guy over at
Fernandez Paving, the accountant.

Fernandez's been
using this jerk for years.

Anyway, it turns out you're right.

He's adding 50 gallons of
sealant every 1000 yards.

Excuse me. I can't do this.

-What?
-John, what's wrong?

I can't listen to this bullshit.

-I'm trying to explain.
-Fuck you!

-John, please…
-Don't fucking "John" me!

-Hey, hey, we're trying to settle this.
-It's not about that.

I'm sorry, Carmine. I can't be
in the same room with this man.

Have you talked to Jason La Penna lately?

Actually, I try not to. When I
came out, he acted all weird.

I can't believe I
actually kissed him once.

His mother tells me
he's having a rough time.

Jen? Please. I'm sure she's overreacting.

Apparently he's talked
about dropping out.

He's okay, but Jason is like
the cliché psychiatrist's kid.

Slightest bump in the road, he knows
exactly what to say to get attention.

Hey.

Is there any of that crumb cake left?

Counter.

What's all that?

I'm consolidating some bills.

[SIGHS]

Maybe you don't care about
our future, Tony, but I do.

Where do you get that I don't
care? I met with your cousin.

Yeah, you met with Brian. You sat
there eating cake and making wisecracks.

It's boring to me, okay?

You gonna cry now?

What the hell is wrong with you?

When you ignore me, Tony

when you trivialize things important
to me, like our financial security

it makes me feel unloved.

That's your problem there,
because you equate love with money!

No, you equate love with money!

[SIGHS]

-Is it safe?
-We each got a new cell phone.

Talk on it once, you toss
it. Totally untraceable.

It's what the Taliban used to do.

Let's get started. My daughter-in-law's
coming here with the baby later.

[DIALING]

[RINGING]

Hello?

-Is he there?
-Yeah, Ton.

Okay, you're all set.
Just talk into there.

-Junior?
-Who's that? Tony?

Junior, it's Carmine. How you doing?

I'm going to the poorhouse,
that's how I'm doing.

When you had that RICO
trial, what'd that run you?

-A lot.
-Where you going?

I told you I gotta pick up Sophia.

Junior, can we do this already?

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Johnny and Ralph Cifaretto, right?

-Ralph insulted John's wife?
-That's correct.

-Who's on the wire now?
-It's John, Corrado.

So, what did Ralph do exactly?

He made a very hurtful
remark, not worth repeating.

It's not important. Let's
just agree it was unkind.

Let's point out, too, that it's only
been alleged something was said.

He "allegedly" said what he said
to a group of people, friends of ours.

If you weren't there, how do you know?

I'm not at liberty to say.

All due respect, but this is bullshit.

Someone in my family's talking,
and you're not at liberty to say?

-I should be making the beef here.
-My nephew's right.

Let's stick to the issue. A horrible
insult was made against Ginny.

End of fucking story.

-What does he want done about it?
-I wanna avenge her honor. It's my right.

All right, fine. You tell me who told
you about it, we'll bring him in here.

He corroborates what you're
saying, I'll give you Ralph on a platter.

Is nothing sacred? I mean, this is
my wife we're talking about here.

If this were years ago,
would I even have had to ask?

I mean, what's happened to this thing?

For God's sake, we bend more
rules than the Catholic Church.

All right, look.

Let's assume for the sake of argument
Ralph said what you think he said.

-Is clipping him gonna unring that bell?
-Nobody's getting clipped.

-I want satisfaction.
-Will you accept an apology?

-That ship has sailed.
-You're being unreasonable, John.

Ralph's the only one who
can handle the Esplanade?

-Put Pontecorvo in there.
-There are millions at stake.

-Again with the money?
-Yeah, again with the money.

It's settled, John. So either
name a price or get the fuck over it.

John?

What would you say to a
piece of Ralph's company?

John? Just think about it at least.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?
-It's me.

What, are you still asleep?

No, I was doing something.

I took John to dinner last night.

Ralph's got a big problem, kid.

-I thought you squashed it.
-I did.

Problem is, I don't know
if John's hearing me.

-So, what are you gonna do about it?
-Me? Nothing.

-What does that mean?
-I didn't say nothing.

We share the Esplanade, Tony.

I don't want that apple cart upset.

Then somebody should
do something about it.

I appreciate your thoughts.

You saying what I think you're saying?

I didn't say nothing.

All right, then. I'll talk to you.

Twenty years I been friends
with John. Now he's gotta go.

All over a stupid joke.

[MUTED POP MUSIC PLAYING]

I was fucking around.

For chrissakes! You never
made a joke about Ginny Sack?

-Not like that.
-Of course not.

Yeah, well, fuck him
and his highfalutin bullshit.

Who does he think he
is, Sir Walter Raleigh?

That's enough of you and
your stupid fucking remarks!

Go back to Miami and play volleyball,
whatever the fuck you do down there

while we clean up your fucking mess!

Maybe even keep your ass alive.

A mole on her ass?

What's the joke? I still don't get it.

It's not a joke, per se.
It's… You had to be there.

Real lack of standards, your generation.

My day, John was right. A man
would never stand for a remark like that.

Fucked up thing is, I don't like Ralph.

If he were drowning, I'd
throw him a cinder block.

But not protect one of my own captains?

Besides, it's too late anyway.

Carmine gave me the nod.

On Johnny?

That one's a slippery fuck, huh?

Him and those big fish lips of his?

Look at this.

The fifth question, and the
poor prick used all his lifelines.

John goes, Carmine's gonna position
himself for maximum deniability.

So you make it easy for everybody.
Take it out of the neighborhood.

-What, like an accident?
-Accident, stickup.

He could choke on a chicken wing.

The important thing
is, Johnny disappears.

With Johnny out, Carmine's
gonna put his son in there

fucking Brainless the Second.

Who knows, maybe there's
an upside to Johnny going.

He goes to Boston
a lot, visit his father.

Could happen up there.

You want my advice,
you'll call Lou DiMaggio.

The Atwell Avenue Boys.

What, those sick old
fucks in Rhode Island?

They may be old, my little
nephew, but those dogs can still hunt.

My old man used to talk about
them, something to do with drugs.

Heroin.

Back in the '50s, it was
raining cash with that shit.

DiMaggio and his crew never saw a dime.

The guy they worked for,
Lenny Caputo, he didn't believe in it.

For 15 years, everyone and their
mother was getting rich dealing H.

Everyone except these guys.

They're eking a living
doing hits, running swag.

Anyway, lo and behold,
one day Lenny gets pinched,

for heroin trafficking.

It turns out the cocksucker's
been making a fortune

working with the
melanzane. And not only that

he's been selling out
his own guys to the feds,

so he can keep his ass out on the street.

DiMaggio and another guy in his
crew did eight years on a murder rap.

So much for loyalty, huh?

You go to Rhode Island and
whatever you do, don't mention drugs.

Coke, heroin, not even Tylenol.

So, what happened to this Lenny prick?

Lou DiMaggio, his real name's Galina.

They called him DiMaggio after
the cops found Lenny and his wife

with their heads bashed
in by a baseball bat.

Anyway, that was Lou
while he still had his health.

[CHURCH BELL RINGS]

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

We could do this ourselves, ninja style.

Father?

We're here to see Lou DiMaggio.

Oh, come in.

[TV MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello. Silvio Dante.
We spoke on the phone.

Chris Moltisanti, how you doing?

-My name's Chris too.
-Oh, yeah?

-Are you into drugs?
-What?

No. What do you mean?

We don't work for drug dealers.

-No. No.
-Course not.

Want some coffee?

-No, thanks.
-Rose?

-Yeah, Pop?
-More Sanka.

Anyway, this is him.

John Sacrimoni.

He…

He'll be coming up
through here next few days.

He stays at the Boston Harbor Hotel.

The guy on the left.

-It's my birthday too.
-We're having cake later.

Carvel.

Chromosomes. Runs in the family.

There was a guy once, Tommy Neri.

Got him coming home
from the track one night.

Caught him good with a tire iron.

When he woke up, I held him down

while Frank cut his
head off with a hacksaw.

Silent as a mouse pissing on cotton.

If you like, we could arrange to
have that same thing happen again.

I don't know that we
need to be that overstated.

What'd you have in mind, then?

Nothing fancy. As long as he disappears.

It's your money.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

Yeah, about that. Twenty grand, we said.

Half up front.

So

We'll call you then?

Pop, Father's here.

Would you like some cake?

Actually, we got a long ride back.

[MIMICS GUN SOUNDS]

Have you seen my sweater, the cable knit?

The white one? It shrunk. I
put it in the bag for Goodwill.

I told you I'd bring it up to Dad.

I'm sorry. It's in the
basement, near the card table.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

-Hello?
-It's me.

I just hung up with a guy,
Jerry, from Fort Lauderdale.

That guy we're looking for, he's
at the Del Rey Hotel in Miami.

Our friend with the paving problem.

Send someone over there
tomorrow to take care of it, then.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

I'd feel a lot better
with the pope's blessing.

Just do as you're told.
I'll deal with the fallout.

Who was that, hon?

Nobody. A plumber for the store.

-What's that you're making?
-Fruit salad. You want some?

Low-fat whipped cream.

No. You enjoy it, sweetie.

Why did I have to come?
He's not even home.

Hey, look who's here. Carmela,
Anthony, how you doing?

We were passing by, I
figured we'd give it a shot.

-No, we weren't.
-Come, come, I show you.

I was working in the
yard, clear the weeds.

Next year I'll grow
grapes for the falanghina.

Gonna make my own wine.

It's gorgeous, Fur. So
that's the garage in question.

Anthony, don't wander off.

-I have to go to the bathroom.
-Just stay put.

We're leaving in five minutes.

So you're thinking of making
that an apartment for your parents?

A garage. I don't need it.

One time back in Naples

I work in the garden as a
landscaper for a very rich man.

Just me, I work there
alone, growing olives.

My hands in the dirt, the hot sun.

I was never so happy in my
life as when I work at that place.

Sometimes I get the smell of olives

in a restaurant, in the store maybe.

It makes me very sad.

You know, I'm not sure, but I
think if it was built before 1938

you can apply for a zoning variance.

Pre-existing non-conforming
structure, I think it's called.

I just got it back from the Martinizing.

They do a nice job over there.

Say hi to Dad for me. I put Allegra's
graduation picture in a frame for him.

Good.

-Love you.
-I love you too.

Careful driving.

[1950's POP MUSIC PLAYING]

Shit!

[PEOPLE TALKING, LAUGHING]

[DIALING]

[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

It's me!

Hello?

Why is the door unlocked?

Gin?

Gin?

-Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!
-What are you doing?

-I thought you left.
-I forgot the sweater.

-What are you doing on the floor?
-I was getting the laundry together.

John…

What's this? I thought you're on Atkins.

I was. I am. It's hard, John. I'm trying.

This is how you try?

I'm not out of the house 10 minutes?

I was dizzy. I was
having low blood sugar.

What happened to fruit salad?

-You were supposed to quit smoking!
-Nicotine's an addictive substance!

What's wrong with you?
Why are you yelling?

Did I ask you to go on a diet?
Did I ask you to be thin for me?

The fasting, the NutriSystems,
those goddamn Deal-a-Meal cards?

It's the world, John, our culture.

Fuck that! Do you have
any idea what you've done?

-What do you mean?
-You lied to me! You lied!

I know I've gained weight
these last few years.

I see the other wives,
the way men look at them.

Don't I look at you like that?

Haven't I always?

It was your idea, all
this dieting nonsense.

I wanted you to be proud of me.

I am proud of you.

I love you.

Welcome to the Del Rey Hotel, ma'am.

-Can I get your bags?
-Oh, thanks.

Okay, go on into the
lobby, I'll meet you inside.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?
-Listen, it's me.

I talked to my guy, we're calling it off.

I'm already out here
though. Like, right there.

We'll work something out,
then. Don't worry about it.

-I want half.
-All right, whatever.

Getting out?

No.

[BELL DINGS]

What's your fucking problem?

[BELL DINGS]

[UPTEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, I love the pine flooring.

I know, it's so rustic.

This is pretty cool.
It's actually from Italy.

I'm so bored I feel like crying.

It's adorable, Furio, really.

I'm gonna be leaving soon.

Come on.

Stick around. Have some food.

Anything from our friends up north?

Carmine called. Johnny's still in town.

I'm not kidding. There's tons of
toys in there he said you could have.

They're back behind those boxes.

Bullshit, you're gonna lock me in.

Okay, fine. But don't
say I didn't tell you.

He gets them from Italy. His
father owns a steamship company.

Okay.

Go ahead, I'll get the flashlight.

-[POUNDING]
-Help! Let me out of here!

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

Gabriella, come.

Come on, dance. Come on.

-No.
-Go.

Silvio, you tell her, she can't wear
fancy shoes and no dance, come on.

-No, no.
-Shake it up a little.

-Come on, Dad, dance with me.
-No, no. No, thanks.

Tommy Tune over there.

Carmela, come here. You come too.

Yeah, Carm, go ahead. Good idea.

Okay. You watch me, you do the same.

Everybody, come on.

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

Everybody, come on.

-That's it.
-God, I'm such a spaz.

-No, no, you're good. Come.
-Meadow.

Come on.

Nice.

-We'll be in fucking big trouble.
-It ain't gonna happen.

At least it's not just
Jason who's regressing.

Soprano? His own daughter
was going through the same thing.

I felt like such a fraud
giving him advice.

My own son has three
years on his daughter,

and look how he's acting.

Jen, why do you still feel guilty?

Sometimes I wonder
if Richard had a point.

I shouldn't have gone down
into that garage that late at night.

I went to see Sask at
school the other day,

and I'm in the parking garage over there?

I was driving around for 20 minutes
when finally I spot someone leaving

this big Bluto sort of guy.

I must have crowded him
as he headed for his car.

Anyway, he turned around and
became quite confrontational.

And for a second, I'll
admit, I thought of you.

What are you getting at?

Parking garages are not
inherently dangerous places.

Jen, you cannot blame yourself
for what happened to you.

Turns out this guy was probably another
parent or, more likely, a repairman.

But if he had dragged me out
of my car and beaten me up

would I be saying, "Gee, I
shouldn't have tried to park my car?"

Anyway, enough about him.

Let's get back to you.

You wanted to see me?

You can tell Ralph I've
decided to accept his apology.

You know that kid you pissed on? Donny K?

He's got fucking nerve
damage on his left side.

I'm sorry, Tony.

I bet you are.

I'll expect to hear from Ralph, then.

Why the big reversal all of a sudden?

No more weight remarks, Tony.

They're hurtful, and they're destructive.

Oh, I agree.

-[DOOR SHUTS]
-[SIGHS]

[SNICKERS]

Still awake?

I'm just reading.

Bought you something.

What's this for?

No reason.

I don't know if I believe that.

Put a call in to Ginsberg, by the way.

He's back from California.

Tony, this is beautiful.

What size is this?

I don't know, small.

I don't know if this'll fit.

Try it on.

See? I knew you could pull it off.

You look like a model.

Listen to him now.

[UPTEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

[GASPS]

[CHUCKLING]

Tony.

Tony!

I'm sorry, Tony.

-What's the matter?
-I can't. The music.

Meadow, turn it off!

What?

[MUSIC WITH DRUMS THUMPING]

Meadow?

Meadow!

-What?
-The music!

Will you turn it down, please?

[MUSIC STOPS]

I'm going out.

[GASPING]