All language subtitles for The Sopranos - S04E06 - Everybody Hurts.eng.SDH

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

When I look at the Great Pyramid

the marvel there for
me is not the stonework

as much as the level of organization

that these ancient Egyptians had

getting this society to
pull together in such a way

that they not only had blocks
of stone, but bread on the table.

Stone-setters were
all fairly accomplished.

Very good craftsmen.

[PHONE RINGING]

It shouldn't have come as a surprise

they have such a long history
of thousands of years doing this.

Hello?

Meet me in 20 minutes at the
old Webendorfer factory parking lot.

Well, the real gigantic
pyramids were built

within the space of about
three, maybe four generations.

Jesus Christ.

[RAP MUSIC SOFTLY PLAYING IN BACKGROUND]

It's true. They're gonna start a draft.

There's no fucking way
I'm going in the Army.

Yeah, because his old man will put
a horse's head in some senator's bed.

-Insert foot in mouth, Jason.
-No big.

Ever get paranoid they'll shoot
up your house like in Godfather II?

-Probably got armed guards at night.
-That shit doesn't happen anymore.

You have attack dogs on the property?

No.

I mean, we did, but she got hit by a car.

Jason said your old man's
mostly legit now anyway.

Yeah? Like what?

He's in waste management.

-Garbage?
-Recycling.

What about drugs and
prostitution and shit?

No.

-His dad owns a strip club though.
-Let's go.

-We'd get carded.
-We can just stop by.

Watch the strippers
coming in and out, right?

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Okay.

What's going on?

Truckload the other
night, from Port Elizabeth?

Give the washing
machines to Frank Contino.

You got it.

Vacuum cleaners too?

No, Patsy's got a buyer for those.

You been drinking?

Me and Ade had some wine at the house.

Been wanting to talk to you.

Yeah, been wanting to talk to you too.

I'll go first.

I gotta make it my number
one priority to limit my exposure

to potentially damaging conversations
and wiretaps, shit like that.

Sure. A guy in your position.

So

over the next couple
of years, more and more

I'm gonna be giving
my orders through you.

And then finally, only through you.

What about Sil? You got
that with him. And Paulie.

Those other guys, Sil, Paulie

one thing they're not

they're not my blood.

You hear what I'm saying
to you? It's a matter of trust.

-It's very wise.
-Sil's a good consigliere.

He's gonna continue as such. But
he's no fucking spring chicken either.

But it's no reason to be
giving him a fucking attitude.

No. Of course not.

Now, there's gonna
be a period of transition.

Jesus Christ, T.

You're gonna take this
family into the 21st century.

We're already in the
21st century though, T.

Whatever you say, T. I'd
follow you into the gates of hell.

That's what I was gonna say to you.

What you did for me, that
fuck who killed my father

I'll never forget that.

I only hope I'm worthy.

-Why wouldn't you be worthy?
-I'm just saying.

Yeah. This looks familiar.

The pizza parlor… Pull over, Matt.

-This is it?
-It's closed.

Oh, shit. This place.
This is the pork store.

It's a gay strip club?

Dude, obviously it's not a strip
club. It's a fucking butcher shop.

I think I got it all messed up.

This is where my dad's office is.

Okay. It's a front.

-Like Genco Olive Oil.
-Yeah. It's like Genco.

It looks really clandestine.

-So where is the strip club, A.J.?
-Maybe Route 17 or Route 4.

-Lodi or something.
-This is stupid, let's go.

I heard a car. Your son's
out past curfew again.

-Call his cell?
-Oh, my goodness.

I didn't know anybody else was here.

I just use the men's room.

Sometimes I worry about Furio.

Doesn't he seem lonely?

I was telling Jessica
about him this morning

the hygienist in Dr. Mascera's office.

I know I shouldn't gossip, but

I think she was having
an affair with Dr. Mascera.

Here she is.

-Their office Christmas card.
-There's his hand on her ass.

Stop it. Anyway, I think
she's ready for somebody nice.

And she seemed very receptive
when I described Furio to her.

She's not his type.

What's his type?

Don't worry about him.

-Stay out of it.
-One date won't hurt.

Why do you wanna bother
her, my little Hello Dolly.

Speaking of gossip.

That noise in the Mercedes…

Yeah?

Brought it over to Globe
Motors to have it looked at.

And I was talking to Jerry
in the service department.

Now, remember that nice saleslady?

I don't think so.

Gloria Trillo, she gave
me a ride home that day.

You know what Jerry told me about her?

She died.

She what?

She committed suicide. Isn't that awful?

Mr. Empathy over there.

She hung herself from a chandelier.

[PHONE RINGING]

Good evening. Vesuvio.

I'm sorry, we are not taking
any more reservations.

The kitchen is closing.

Fifty thousand dollars.
That's a lot of scarole.

-Did you try the bank?
-Scarole?

-Escarole? Money?
-Oh, escarole, money, good.

No, the bank, red tape. I have
only until the end of the week.

I told my brother you know
people who lend money.

Little pitchers have big ears, huh?

I need it for ten days and
then, pas de problème.

-Do you mind if I ask what for?
-Business in France.

A group is purchasing
an Armagnac property.

I got the… The pre…
The dossier right here.

Jesus.

Domaine Vézelay. After Darroze,
one of the oldest, largest producers

of Bas Armagnac, which is on
fire right now in France and Europe.

It's the next vodka.

This is a $10 million worldwide launch.

[PHONE RINGING]

I got 100,000 into it, and I need 50 more
to secure North American distribution.

Armagnac.

I'll bring you a bottle of
Vézelay, unbelievable.

And with cigars, which are now very hot.

You only need the money
for 10 days. How's that?

Because when the deal is done, the
advertising money is released to me.

You understand, these people that
I might know, they don't know you.

So I wouldn't be just vouching for
you. I, in essence, would be the lender.

And it's gonna cost you.

-How much?
-Ten thousand dollars.

Merde, Artie.

-Five.
-Seven and a half.

Okay.

Charmaine, I don't think you
know Elodi's brother, Jean-Philippe.

Nice to meet you. But, Elodi, please

can you clear off table four?

Thank you.

-Charmaine? She's French?
-Not remotely.

She's a hostess, not a busboy.

What was…about, Arthur, huh?

It's a venture-capital
thing with Jean-Philippe.

I'm sure it wouldn't pass your
Wharton School standards.

You wanna bring in some money

why don't you get your
friend Anthony to pay his tab?

It's close to $6000, Arthur.

I could have an empire like Bobby Flay.

And it still wouldn't be
good enough for you.

Okay, I'll make you a deal, Artie.

We'll start working on your empire

right after we pay the $10,000

of orthodonture Melissa's
gonna need this year.

They're on allocation from the factory.

I don't know when we're
going to get any more in.

But I'm free if you
wanna take it for a spin.

Actually, I was working with one
of your other salespeople last year.

She was really very helpful. I
ought to give her the business.

-Gloria Trillo.
-Oh, well, she's no longer with us.

Do you know where she went?

Actually, she died.

What happened?

Well

she committed suicide.

Why?

I mean, she was salesperson
of the year or something.

I didn't know her that well,

but I got the impression
she wasn't very lucky with men.

That sort of thing.

-When was this?
-Month ago, maybe two.

What'd she say?

I mean, you know, in the papers,
you read they always leave a note.

She did leave a note on her desk.

The police took it.

Later they told us it was
just copy for a classified ad.

She was selling her wolf stole.

Anyway, let me give you my card.

Chef Osso Bucco.

This is a rare pleasure.

Or is it medium-well?

A little restaurant humor.

So, you know, if you brought
along a pair of dirty chef whites

my friend here will
suck out the stains for you.

Sit.

Okay. In a nutshell, I'd
like to borrow a little money.

How little?

Fifty thousand, just
for a couple of weeks.

-Upgrading the kitchen in the restaurant.
-Get the fuck out of here!

What you take out of that bar, you
must be sitting on money like King Cresus.

Hey, I wish.

I'm not gonna be able to lend
money for less than two points.

-It's not a problem.
-Just out of curiosity

what's gonna happen in two weeks?

The insurance check's gonna come.

I hate to do it, Artie,

but I think I'm gonna pass. Sorry.

-Why not?
-Because if you don't pay me back

I ain't gonna be able to hurt you.

[DOOR OPENING]

So how you doing?

-What's going on?
-Nothing.

How about you?

Fine, thank you.

Really?

Business okay? Everybody hunky-dory?

Well, you know, onward and upward.

How's Gloria Trillo?
She still hanging around?

-It's a terrible tragedy.
-So you fucking knew.

You fucking lied! You
let me fucking sit there!

[METAL CRASHING AGAINST WALL]

Please sit down.

How the fuck am I supposed
to trust you? You're my doctor.

Please sit down, you're scaring me.

You've been drinking.

-Why the fuck didn't you help her?
-Sometimes you can't.

I bet you charged her enough, didn't you?

Bet you didn't cut her a deal
because you're incompetent.

I give my patients everything I've got.

And when something like
this happens, I'm devastated.

She was a good kid.

But she was fucking
crazy, and I told you.

And I want you to know
that I was upfront with her.

-She knew I was married.
-I'm aware of that.

Suicide. Jesus Christ, what the fuck?

I have to respect confidentiality
even after a patient is dead.

But with something like this

there's no one cause.

You yourself just referred
to her emotional problems.

She slipped through everyone's grasp.

She did it after me. I mean, admit it.

You know, she

reached out to me, for me to care,

and I wasn't there for her.

Why are you so quick to blame yourself?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Capitano!

Come in.

-What's up? You want a coffee?
-No.

Artie, you…

You need a favor.

-Why don't you reach out to me?
-What are you talking about?

Ralph Cifaretto called me and
told me you came to him for money?

You need something, you don't come to me?

-I'm your friend.
-Right.

So I didn't impinge on our friendship.

But, Artie, this is me.

-Tony.
-Ton, if I was desperate

if Melissa had a tumor
instead of an overbite

Madonna santa, knock wood,
you'd be the first place I went to.

But this was a business venture.

What kind of deal?

Elodi's brother needs a bridge
loan. Fifty thousand dollars.

-And I get back 57 and a half in 10 days.
-Thought it was for the restaurant.

I told Ralphie that. I don't want him
going around me to the principals.

-What for, then?
-North American distribution rights,

for Domaine Vézelay Armagnac.

Yeah.

It's the new vodka. This
stuff is sweeping Europe.

It's gonna be bigger than Stoli, Goose.

Who ever heard of Goose
before? It's French vodka.

These guys, they're big players.

They're throwing millions
behind product introduction.

-All right, you got it.
-I told you, Tony, no.

What the fuck am I? A
toxic person or something?

No, Tony. Come on, please.

I'll charge you a point and a half.

And believe me, I know that's a lot
fucking better than Ralph would do.

I insist.

-Look, here's, like, $3000.
-Ton.

Somebody's gonna
come by, give you the rest.

You a great guy, Ton.

Come here.

It's a good idea. Snifter, a nice cigar.

You'll see what I mean.

-Hey.
-Dinner's almost ready.

[GLASSES CLINKING]

[MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY IN BACKGROUND]

[TIMER DING]

Oh, shit.

Tony?

Anthony.

Which you wanna see?

This,

or this?

[GASP OF PAIN]

Tony! Cousin Brian's here!

[FACET RUNNING]

Ton!

Be right down!

-Hey, Brian, how you doing?
-Good, Ton. Great to see you.

Brian brought the papers, Tony.

He said you called him last
night to hurry things along?

The Soprano Family
Living Trust, as discussed.

Now when I croak, it's her problem.

You have… You have
made me so happy, Tony.

And if I was, like, obnoxious
about this, I'm sorry.

Hey, come on.

[TIMER DING]

That's my lava cookies for the bake sale.

-Would you like a couple, Bri?
-Thanks, but I gotta get back.

New client lunch.

We're gonna see you and
Janelle at Billy Joel, right?

Wouldn't miss it.

You know what, Ton? It's a
shame you didn't get eight tickets.

That way Furio and Jessica
could've come with us.

It takes the pressure
off of a blind date.

Well, Hesh's guy could only get six.

All right. I'll get the
originals back to you.

I'll have a copy, get one to your lawyer.

All right.

You know, that's a…

That's a nice suit. What is it? Oh, Boss.

-Yeah, I notice you like the good stuff.
-My only vice.

Call this number.

You ask for Patsy.

-Tell him I said to take care of you.
-Thanks, Tony.

Wow. You're a great guy.

All right.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Artie, don't forget to
call in that meat order.

No problem.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hi.
-Hi.

Hi, Ma. This is Devin.

-Hi, Devin, how are you?
-Really well. It's nice to meet you.

Thank you.

-Anthony, you wanna turn that down?
-Oh, yeah.

If you kids are hungry, I can
make a couple sandwiches.

No, we're fine, Ma.

Careful of my Lladró, please.

Yeah. Don't worry.

-What do you call it?
-Lladró.

I don't even wanna say how much it costs.

Three thousand dollars.

I really wanted to be alone with you.

Your house is out, right?

My mom's boyfriend's
using it as an office,

and I'm not at my dad's till next week.

-My sister's dorm.
-At Columbia?

Sure. Sure, let's go.

The 33 bus goes into the city every hour.

They're so smelly.
I'll call a car service.

-How much is that?
-Well, I'll put it on my Amex.

I'll call her cell.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?
-Hey, it's me.

I'm on my way into
the city with a friend,

and I thought maybe we could hook up?

Wow. Great. I'm not on
campus, but you could meet me.

Take the Cross Bronx Expressway to
the corner of Brook Ave. And 161st Street.

-Brook Avenue and what?
-161st Street.

-Okay.
-All right. See you soon.

I pictured your house different.

I thought it'd be like Don
Corleone's compound

with gate, wall, big old
Cadillacs. Isn't that stupid?

Our place in Tahoe looks
exactly like Michael's in II.

Wow. Really?

No. We don't have a place in Tahoe.

We have a boat though.

I'm like a gangster dude's girlfriend.

-Are you sure this is it?
-Brook Avenue and 161st Street.

-Columbia? This looks like Harlem.
-South Bronx.

Don't leave, okay?

[BUSY NOISE OF OFFICE]

Help you?

They're mine.

When did you get taller than me?

Cheokay, this is my brother.
Cheokay just got accepted at Yale Law.

What's happening?

I'm Meadow, Politeness Man's sister.

-I'm Devin.
-Hi.

Can I talk to you?

Is this what you do on a Friday night?

The South Bronx Law Center.

It's a free criminal-defense service
for those who can't afford legal counsel.

I intern here.

-I need to use your room.
-What for?

You know.

You've gotta be kidding. Anthony, no.

Just for a little while. Why not?

I don't wanna think
about it. It's my bed.

-How am I gonna go in there?
-We'll stay on the coverlet.

-No.
-We came all the way over here.

I thought you wanted to go into
the city. There's all this stuff going on.

I thought we'd go to the Alphabets.
A friend of mine's sister's reading.

The greatest cultural center in the
world, and you came over here for sex?

Probably just gonna cruise.

Is the tree up at Rockefeller Center yet?

Look at the way these
people have to live.

Yeah.

I think they're overwhelmed.

I mean, they're in a cycle,
they keep having kids.

I know.

We're just so insulated from reality.

I mean, we have everything we want.

When you think about it…

They're on food stamps and welfare.

And my mom could go out
and buy a statue for $3000.

Three thousand dollars.

We have a housekeeper three days a week.

We have one too.

I guess I just lucked out to
be rich and live in a big house.

Yeah.

Even somebody like Steve Mussel.

He's got all-right clothes, but
have you ever been to his house?

I don't think so.

His dad's a math teacher.

They don't even have a dining room.

There's five people living
there. It's just this little box.

Here.

Arthur, already 80 seats tonight.

-They come to see you.
-Hey, you.

You!

I eat so much of your
gnocchi, I'm gonna get a belly.

Elodi, is Jean-Philippe okay?

What do you mean?

He was gonna call me. I left
him a couple of messages.

Did you hear from him?
Does he call your mother?

Well, he always works strange hours.

The time difference.

By the time we're waking up

they're already at home
eating dinner in Toulouse.

I almost forget.

I bring you something.

Boulevard des Slows. It's for the P.A.

I have to put the flowers in the vases.

Problems with the investment, Arthur?

-What do you mean?
-Please.

What do you think?

She suddenly wants to play
hide the boudin blanc with you?

We don't see you here anymore.

Or up at the house either.

Christopher, he can't
seem to shake this flu.

Yeah, I noticed his skin
doesn't look so good.

He's just stressed out.

Which reminds me

Billy Joel, maybe you
shouldn't count on us.

You mean, you might not be able to come?

Well, there's been all these
problems at the Crazy Horse and…

I don't know.

What a shame, that's awful.

What am I gonna do with those tickets?

God, I love marrow.

[MOTOWN GENTLY PLAYING IN BACKGROUND]

Remember Ma with the bone?

Sounded like half-price
day at the liposuction center.

Please.

It's nice, us having dinner together.

Catching up.

I'm just glad I'm in a position to do it.

Chocolate soufflé.

Gelato, sorbet sampler.

-On the house.
-Thank you.

Something for after dinner?
I got a nice Armagnac.

I used to drink that
in France. Histamines.

I think it's good.

I know, Tony. Can I
have a Nonino Picolit?

-I know it's expensive.
-Yeah, bring me one too.

-So you and Bobby Bacala, huh?
-So that's it.

What is so compelling to you
about my personal business?

Jesus Christ, am I such an ogre? I was
just gonna say he's a nice guy, a salute.

-I gotta have an agenda?
-No, Tony.

I'm sorry.

-What am I, a toxic person?
-You're a great brother.

We can go at it pretty good,

but you always seem to
reach out when it counts.

Yeah?

Did you ever know anybody that

ever committed suicide?

Plenty. I used to live in Seattle, Tony.

Anybody close?

Murray Furlong.

A good, good friend. He lived upstairs.

People said he was in the CIA,
gone for long periods of time and…

I always thought he
was gay. I don't know.

Maybe that's not mutually
exclusive… Anyway, one day…

He sucked on the end of a deer rifle.

Did you feel responsible?

Well

yeah, I did.

You know, partly, we all did.

My last conversation
with him was an argument.

If you can call it that.

About him always asking me to
accept FedEx packages for him.

But you never really know why.

Probably it was his name.

You can leave the bottle.

And, Artie, put that on my tab, huh?

Of course.

Ton.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah.

What's going on?

I just wanna give you a little heads-up.

I know the money's
due in a couple of days.

I'm concerned. I can't get ahold of
Jean-Philippe. He won't return my calls.

-Did you go over there?
-Well, not yet.

Well… …Artie

you gotta go over there.

-The guy's not returning your calls.
-I know.

They miss a payment, they start
acting like they're doing you a favor

if they give you anything.

And then you gotta spend
all your time hounding them.

You gotta get your
arms around this thing.

Now.

You know what I'm saying?

Oh, Jean-Philippe, you're home.

I called you five times. Qu'est-ce
que c'est, message machine broken?

Nice crib.

What is that, Berber carpet?

Those

fucking shoes you wear, what are they

designer?

You fucking avoiding me, motherfucker?

Where's my money?

Oh, what, are you gonna cry now?

Stand up, you
frog-eating faccia di cazzo.

I will fuck you up, man.

[ROCK SONG CUES UP]

[ELEVATOR DING]

[DOOR BELL]

[KNOCK, KNOCK]

Oh, Arthur, hello.

-Come in.
-Jean-Philippe, you're home.

Qu'est-ce que c'est, man,
message machine broken?

I'm sorry. I been wishing to call you.

Nice crib.

You were supposed to give
me my money two days ago.

I know. But Credit Lyonnais,
they didn't come through

with the second round of financing yet.

-My partners are sick about it.
-Well

that's not my problem, Jean-Philippe.

-I want my money.
-I just told you, I don't have it.

Well

-when are you gonna get it?
-I don't know, okay?

I don't know. It doesn't look too good.

What does that mean?

I mean

I don't know if it's
going to happen, all right?

They were not convinced
to our business model.

They didn't agree there was
as much potential for Armagnac.

The problem has been

it seems that people cannot
figure out how to market Armagnac.

The hip approach, like with Stoli, fails.

Well, you said it was the next vodka!

Hey, so we are big boys, we must move on.

Frog-eating, fucking faccia di cazzo.

-What did you say?
-I said, I want my money.

Are you stupid? That money's spent.

-Operating expenses, notaires, travel…
-No.

-You have my $50,000.
-It's business. It's a risk.

-I have a daughter who needs braces!
-Listen to me, I don't have it now.

You fucking French
fucking lying cocksucker!

[CHOKING SOUND]

Fuck to your mother!

[SMACKING SOUND]

Get off me.

[CURSING IN FRENCH]

My earring!

You ripped my fucking ear!

-I want my money!
-Fuck you!

I see you again, I'll kill you.

Keep knocking on the door
without going in right away.

You gotta poke the perimeter until
she's out of her fucking mind and begging.

Then you own that
shit. That pussy's yours.

I think she's ready.

We shall know forsooth.

Liz has been to her
house. She says it's nice.

Doesn't look that great.

It's kind of Bo Peep-ish.

Can I help you?

-We're here to see Devin Pillsbury.
-Proceed on up. Park in the auto court.

[GATE OPENING]

-Help you guys?
-It's okay, Ted.

Hi, guys.

-You wanna pull it over here for me, sir?
-Hi, A.J.

Wow.

Nice place.

[SIGH]

[FRENCH MUSIC PLAYING]

[WEEPING]

-Get out of here.
-No, it's true.

-Iceland is a volcano.
-Hawaii is a volcano.

[PHONE RINGING]

Come here. Okay…

-Hello?
-I just want you to know that I tried,

and I didn't mean to hurt anybody.

And I love you, and
I'm sorry I let you down.

[WEEPING]

Artie?

What's the matter? What's wrong with you?

I'm a complete and total failure.

You take care of Charmaine.

What did you do, Artie?

-What did you do?
-I'm just gonna go to sleep.

Artie, did you take something?

Don't go to sleep!

Artie, you hear me? Don't go to sleep!

[PHONE HANGING UP]

-Jesus fucking Christ.
-What's wrong? You gotta go?

A friend of mine.

Fucking idiot took some pills or
something, he's trying to kill himself.

All right, what the fuck am I doing?

I'm gonna call 911.

It'll do him more good than I can.

-Are these real?
-Yeah.

-So this is, like, a real Picasso?
-Well, my dad collects his later stuff.

They're all cocks.

Well, Picasso was an old man by then.

Shit, they must be
worth millions at least.

-Isn't your dad afraid we'll steal them?
-No.

What is that, a Sota turntable?

Patrick, little Mr. Consumer.

You don't like that? Do
you want something else?

No, just

I wish you would've said something.

It doesn't mean anything.

I feel so stupid.

My mother's stupid Lladró, and…

"We have a housekeeper
three days a week."

I don't care.

I like you.

Rubber Soul in mint condition.
This has gotta be worth what?

You should've told me.

-And what would you have done if I did?
-I don't know.

I mean, if it wasn't such a big
deal, why didn't you say something?

-Jesus.
-Artie, what happened?

It all went to shit.

The next vodka.

-So this is what you do?
-But you don't understand.

The money's gone.

Can't you come and talk to me?

Hey. Hey, I'm your friend.

Suppose you hadn't reached me and I
come to your house and I find you dead.

How am I supposed to feel?

Take the restaurant.

[WEEPING]

I don't want the fucking restaurant.

Then how am I gonna pay you back?

Fifty thousand dollars,
it'd take the rest of my life.

Well, it's 51,500, vig-wise, Artie, and

technically, you
already missed a payment.

All right, look, let's just…

We'll wipe my tab at the restaurant.

Thank you.

But, Tony, that's what, $6000?

What about the rest of the money?

I'll assume the guy's
debt, collect the 50 G's.

Thank you.

The cobwebs are now removed.

-What the fuck are you talking about?
-You saw this whole thing, didn't you?

You knew exactly what was gonna happen.

You can see 20 moves down the road.

Please, I don't blame you, I envy you.

It's like an instinct.

Like a hawk sees a mouse moving
around a corn field from a mile up.

You think it's my fault
you're fucking lying in here?

It's just that somebody mentions 50
grand to bankroll a French digestif,

and your mind goes
through all the permutations

at, like, Internet speed, and realizes:

"Worst-case scenario, I eat for free."

You fucking suicide! You're disgraceful!

-I'm sorry.
-No, fuck that!

[WEEPING]

Anybody else know I loaned you the money?

-Like who?
-I don't give a fuck who.

Adriana, Father Intintola, my wife.

Anybody?

All right, you got mugged

outside of your house.
It was a street crime, kids.

They took your wallet
and watch. Where are they?

-Why?
-Come on.

Why?

You don't care what people think?

Well, I do. Enough people hate me.

You fought back.

They ripped your earring
out, you went inside

you took pills to kill the pain

because you knew you'd have
to wait at the emergency room.

Ton, they pumped my stomach.

They saw the Armagnac.

You got fucking mugged.
Do you understand me?

I didn't loan you shit.

[BILLY JOEL PLAYING]

That night, I had this dream.

My grandfather's at a table, and
in front of him is steak pizzaiola.

Standing next to him is my grandmother.

She's wearing a blue dress
and pouring him a glass of wine.

And he says to me, "You see this?

If you got a good wife,
you're a millionaire."

So the next day, I go over Carmela's
house for dinner with her family.

And in front of me is steak pizzaiola.

Before I could realize the
déjà vu that was going on

Carmela's standing
next to me in a blue dress.

Pouring me a glass of soda.

The next day, I bought the ring.

That is so incredible, so romantic.

She's a romantic one, this one.

-She gonna clean my teeth for me.
-Really?

I have to confess. You know,
sometimes, I find the dentist erotic.

Brian, all night I admire your suit.

My man, Mr. Soprano, turned me on to it.

Nice. Patsy?

I'd like to propose a toast to our host.

Hear, hear.

Tony, great tickets,
great meal, great wine,

and for being a great guy
who I'm proud to call a new friend.

So he says I planned it all along.

That I could see 20 steps down
the road how it was gonna go,

-and how he was gonna get screwed.
-Did you?

-See it?
-I don't know.

According to him, it's
subconscious, second nature.

But the accusation bothers you.

Is that the kind of person I am? A hawk?

That's an animal.

Well, as I understand it, you make
a lot of your living through usury.

So why the pangs of conscience this time?

Do you think your reaction
would have been the same if it all…?

Your friend taking the pills, all of it

hadn't happened a week or so
after you found out about Gloria?

I'll tell you one thing.

One suicide is bad enough, but two?

They can both go fuck themselves.

I made a donation to the
suicide hot line in her name, and

that's it.

[DOOR OPENING]

[GRUNTING]

The projection screen in their media
room was as big as the small ones at AMC.

I heard Mr. Pillsbury is some kind of
financial corporate whiz or something.

-Dude, you're the Pillsbury Doughboy.
-Shut up.

Hey, A.J., how come your dad
doesn't have that Don Corleone money?

I don't know.

[MUSIC CUING UP]