All language subtitles for The Sopranos - S04E07 - Watching Too Much Television.eng.SDH

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

What do you hear? What do you say?

[CHEERING]

Welcome home.

Youngstown, my ass. Look at this
guy. You look like you were in Miami.

-Hey, you look like you were in Miami.
-Good to be home, skip.

What can I get you, Paulie?

After four months inside? How about laid?

[LAUGHTER]

-It's Papillon.
-Oh, hello, Sil, how are you?

I heard you were getting
laid up there all the time.

Come here, you little
prick. Hello, Chrissy.

-Let's have a drink.
-Here you go.

Come on. Pass them back.

-Over here.
-There you go.

All you guys!

-Salute.
-Salute.

Just a second, just a second.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]

My song.

Welcome home.

Come on.

What the fuck? Why is this his song?

Paulie, say hello to
Brian Cammarata, Carm's cousin.

The financial guy.

-How you doing, kid?
-So just back from college, huh?

Let me talk to Paulie
for a sec, all right?

Nice meeting you.

Have a seat.

So how you doing? You okay?

Thank God that piece of shit from
Youngstown finally copped to that gun.

I could've been wearing
an orange jumpsuit till I'm 90.

Well, you're home now.
That's the important thing.

Here, get back on your feet.

Thanks, T.

Not that I don't appreciate it,

but I could've used a
boost when I was gone too.

Fucking bills. Then there's
Ma with the private home care.

You know she almost lost
her spot at Green Grove?

An extra 5 G's it cost
me just to hold her place.

You been back 30 seconds,
you already got a fistful of cash

not to mention the
no-show jobs I got for you.

You're right, Ton. I know.

-Enjoy the party.
-I will.

All right.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]

Were you having
dinner at Citris last year

when a man threw a
drink in Richard Cross' face?

Yes.

Subsequent to that incident, did
Mr. Cross telephone Rusty Arnold?

Yes.

And the following day, were you
informed that the man in question

had suffered a fractured skull?

Your Honor, objection. This whole
line of questioning is irrelevant.

Overruled. You may answer, Miss Costello.

I don't think I'm supposed to, Judge.

I just made my ruling.
You are required to answer.

But isn't there some law about
testifying against your husband?

Excuse me?

Richard and I were married
night before last in Reno.

Your Honor, the defense
requests a conference in chambers.

We'll stand in recess for 15 minutes

while the court confers
with counsel in chambers.

-Bailiff, will you escort the jury out.
-Did Julie say anything to you about this?

What we saw in that courtroom is a
transparent attempt by Richard Cross

to subvert the intent
of the marital privilege.

Hey, she's his wife.

Where are my pants?

Some mouthwash and shit in
the back. We'll go get breakfast.

Oh, aspetta, I'll go with you.

Any investment advice for an
ambitious young man such as myself?

Buy land, I guess. God
ain't making any more of it.

That's what Will Rogers said.

It's true. My house is worth
nearly triple what I paid.

Well, location's the key, right?
Otherwise, you get stuck with shit.

Sometimes there's money in shit.

How do you mean?

-Nothing, I don't know.
-We're just talking here. Come on.

I don't know. Some guy I went
to school with, this black guy.

We worked one summer for
this not-for-profit housing group.

Told me about some scam his
minister was involved with up in Harlem.

I read about this. Fugazy
mortgage loans or something, right?

-Actually, you ever hear of HUD?
-Housing development, yeah.

HUD was set up to help
minorities and low-income families

-become homeowners.
-There are more programs,

for these deadbeats, I swear.

As long as the feds guarantee the home
mortgage, the banks will loan the money.

You get a front man to buy houses
in some crummy neighborhood.

Talking about some real shit-boxes,
maybe they're worth 100 grand apiece.

Next, you tie up with some nonprofit
organization who goes to HUD

says they intend to buy
these houses from your stooge.

They're gonna convert them to
homes for working-class blacks.

Thing is, though…

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

All right, sit tight.
I'm gonna be a while.

I'll be over here.

Maurice and I met in college.

All the way to the University of
Michigan to make friends with a guy

-who lived 20 blocks away from me.
-You should've seen his Jew-fro.

Out to here.

So, Maurice, Ron tells me
you're from down Roseville Street.

My father was a typesetter
for the Star-Ledger.

No shit? Sixth and Orange.

Then we were practically neighbors.

-Yeah, that's why he moved.
-[LAUGHTER]

[PHONE RINGS]

-Hello?
-Carmela, it's me, Furio.

I guess I missed you this
morning. I was in the bathtub.

The reason I call, I leave my
sunglasses in some place, I don't know.

Oh, you're kidding. Oh,
let me have a look around.

So how is everything? How's your dad?

Not so good.

But I get the pictures
from the housewarm finally.

Oh, good, bring them next time.

I will.

There's a pretty one of you.

Oh, that's sweet.

I don't see the glasses, Fur.

That's okay. I probably leave them home.

All right. Well, if I find
them, I'll give you a call.

Okay.

I see you soon.

The summer of '67,
we're both home on break.

I'm interning at the state Legislature,
and he… What were you doing?

East Newark Food Co-op.

Right. But come July… The Newark riots.

What a fucking summer that was.

Later that year, Maurice and I organized
one of the first black voting drives.

Maurice, were you around
for Anthony Imperiale?

The White Knight?

Around? Who do you think
he was fighting against?

"Italian pride." "Keep Newark white."

Aspiring Klansmen, some of those boys.

So this group you got now,
the Urban Housing League.

What's the story there?

Like many nonprofits,
we've fallen on hard times.

Republican administration, plus a
proliferation of new charities post-9/11.

Sounds like you three got a lot to
talk about. I'm gonna hit the showers.

-Maurice, nice meeting you.
-Same here.

I filled Maurice in on the broad strokes.

Okay, and we got a guy,
Dr. Fried. He's a urologist.

We're gonna give him
a half mil of our money

have him grab up four
houses on Garside Street,

-for 125 grand apiece.
-The old First Ward.

Once we own the houses, we
got an appraiser who'll play ball.

He's gonna reappraise
them in the $300,000 range.

What you do, Maurice, is you
take the phony appraisals to HUD.

Tell them your Urban Housing
League wants to buy these shit-holes

convert them to low-cost
housing for working families.

Once HUD guarantees the
mortgage app, you take it to the bank.

They cut a check, and we work it up nice.

At which point I assume my organization
fails to make the mortgage payment.

Unforeseen construction
delays and repeated vandalism

force the project into dissolution.
We all walk away from the houses.

Your cut will be in the 10
percent of the profit range.

My office will write a letter in
strong support of your application.

Sounds about right.

Tony, good, you're still here.

Is there a problem?

No problem. I just wanna talk to you.

You remember that time in Atlantic City?

You brought Irina, your old girlfriend?

Yeah, the cystic fibrosis
thing, the fundraiser.

God, this is awkward.

Irina and I are seeing each other.

What? You're fucking kidding me.

I met her that night at the fundraiser.

I gave her my card. She was having
some problem with her landlord.

She called me months later, after you
broke it off. One thing led to another…

All right, all right, take it
easy. It's ancient history.

Still, I've been meaning to tell you.
I feel like I owe you an explanation.

What am I, your father? You're
both adults. Enjoy yourself.

It's more than that. I care for her.

Very deeply. Roz and I are separated.

The heart wants what
the heart wants, I guess.

The heart also wants what the dick wants.

Okay, who's gonna scrub my back?

Ralph, you steal my water?

[SOFT R&B PLAYS]

Man, I love this song.

The Chi-Lites, the best.

Believe it or not, the Chi-Lites
were signed to the same label

as Tommy James and them damn Shondells.

See, a lot of people think
that, but they're wrong.

Chi-Lites were on Brunswick.

See you soon.

So, Tony, anyway…

Look, she's a great girl.

Beautiful girl. Little needy.

Frankly, I'm glad to
have her off my payroll.

Thanks. Thanks for understanding.

Wish you nothing but the best, Ron.

Dr. Fried, you are now the legal owner.

Eat my dust, Donald Trump.

-Hey, Adriana.
-Oh, Jesus Christ.

Why don't you go haunt
a house or something.

-It's been a while, figured I'd check in.
-So you crawl up my ass?

What do you want, Robyn?

I heard Paulie Gualtieri's out of jail.

-What do I know?
-How does Christopher feel about that?

Christopher likes
Paulie. They're friends.

Is that a crime now too?

How is Christopher, anyway?
He looked tired last time I saw him.

If you're gonna turn me
into a fucking traitor, fine,

but stop asking about him
like you give a shit how he is.

How's he doing with his drug problem?

He doesn't have a drug problem.

How are you doing, Ade?

-Really.
-I'm fine.

We're both fine.

As a matter of fact, we're
thinking of finally getting married.

You have a good time today?

Yeah, it was cool. I love the ocean.

Feel like taking a ride?

See that church?

Your great-grandfather helped
build that almost 80 years ago.

He was a stonemason, the old man.

Came over from Avellino
with $4 in his pocket.

Yeah, but I saw in a book
where you could get a hotel room,

for, like, 10 cents a week then.

Room service must have
been, like, 1 or 2 cents a meal.

Room service? We're
talking about history here, A.J.

Your family's history. Newark's history.

-Well, who gives a shit about Newark?
-I'm making a point.

This neighborhood used to
be beautiful, 100 percent Italian.

The 1920s, most of
them right off the boat.

Most Italians couldn't even
find a church that wanted them.

So, what did they do, did they cry?

Did they go to the
government with their hand out?

No. They took care of their own problems.

They said, "You don't want
us in your church? Fine.

We'll build our own. A better one."
Look at all these buildings around here.

Most of them are falling
down to the ground.

But that church is still standing.

You know why?

The bricks?

Because our people
give a shit, that's why.

Every Sunday, Italians
from the old neighborhood

they drive miles to come here to pray.

They keep this place alive.

So how come we never do?

Buy land, A.J., because God
ain't making any more of it.

Hey, this is advice I'm
imparting to you as your father.

[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]

Now what?

Are you afraid?

Right, like I haven't seen
places like this before.

See those houses over there?

I'm buying them.

Those crappy ones? What for?

For an investment.

What have I been saying?

I don't know.

Real estate. Buy real estate.

Dad, the black dude's coming over.

-Hey, what's up?
-What's up? Five-O?

Yeah, I'm Starsky and this is Hutch.

Smoke, crack or crank?

No, thank you. We're
just having a look around.

-No eyeing if you ain't buying.
-This is a free country.

Unless you want something,
motherfucker, get the fuck off our street.

The language on you. You
blow your father with that mouth?

What the fuck you say to my sister?

I don't want no trouble. I'm just
showing my son the old neighborhood.

Well, this is our neighborhood
now. Guinea motherfucker.

Yeah, I can see that.

So that's a crack ho.

Keep your fucking cracker-ass
off my motherfucking block!

Come on, ease up, ease up.

She's really gonna marry him?

What is wrong with this girl?

Come on. Moltisanti's a great catch.

Tall, dark and sociopathic.

[CHUCKLES]

From a strategic standpoint, do
the nuptials help us or hurt us?

Well, if they do get married,
brings them closer, obviously,

and, by extension,
gets her closer to Tony.

It could cause her to stop cooperating.

The guilt becomes overwhelming.
Remember Angel DiLetto?

I think it'll have the opposite effect.

His problems really become her problems.

If they have kids, that's
even more pressure.

The DiLettos never had kids.

I wouldn't count on children.

She's had some issues, female trouble.

Maybe Darwin was right. Nature
really does weed out the nimrods.

So, what do we do, people? Yea or nay?

Supportive or discouraging?

If anyone objects to this marriage,
speak now or forever hold your peace.

I say neutral or supportive.

Even if we discourage
it, she'll go through with it.

Agreed then. They have our blessing.

To the happy couple.

These doctors own so much property.

You're buying four
houses on Garside Street?

You've certainly got
your work cut out for you.

One day at a time.

Keep on keeping on.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Tony, hey, come on in.

You know, it really would've been
better if we met over at Denny's.

What are you worried about?
I was in the neighborhood.

So, what's up? Can I get you something?

Scotch, right?

Sent some of my guys down
there to start gutting the place.

One of the houses was a crack den.

-So?
-What "so"?

We gotta get them out of there.

Why didn't your guys roust them?

Oh, nice. Bunch of white guys
setting off caps in the ghetto.

That won't attract any attention at all.

What do you want me to do?

Exert some influence. Make some calls.

Get the doughnut squad to go
down there and roust the shit-bags.

Tony, it's not that eas…

Hello, Tony.

How you doing, hon?

I'm very good.

No, I'm very well, thanks you very much.

She's taking a class at the community
college, English as a second language.

Well, you sound great.

Ronnie, I'll go make some
lunch, some egg salad.

Great. You hungry?

No.

Go light on the mayo.

Look

when you're dealing
with squatters' rights,

or anything having to do with
the homeless, it can get very tricky.

What homeless? I saw them
myself. They're crackheads.

I understand. They're
gumming up the works.

But try to see the big picture.
The HUD approval came through.

In two weeks, we're
looking at a huge windfall.

See, that's why you're a
politician and not a businessman.

Maximum value is the big picture.

There must be $7000
of copper pipe in there

if they haven't taken it out already.

I still don't know what
you expect me to do.

Okay, all right, well

we'll take the 7K out of your end?

-Well, no, but…
-Come on, Ronnie.

University of Michigan.

Fucking figure it out.

Good dinner, baby.

Christopher.

Let's get married.

Whoa! [LAUGHS]

Where'd this come from?

I don't know. It's gonna be
two years we're engaged.

Let's just go down to City Hall.

City hall? What are we, schlubs?

You said you wanted
a big wedding, anyway.

I don't care about that shit.

I just want you.

It'll be cheaper anyway.
We could buy a house.

Plus

a wife can't testify against her husband.

You can't have a club, stay out all
night getting high when you have a kid.

What if we didn't have kids?

Fuck that! What's the
point of being married?

I mean, what if we can't? If I can't?

Would you still love me?

Of course I'd still love you.

Why?

There's something you should know.

A long time ago, years ago,
I had a medical procedure.

It was before we met.

My uterus got pierced.

-Both of them?
-There's only one. That's ovaries.

So, what does that mean,
you can't get pregnant?

My doctor said it might be hard.

A friend gave me the name
of a specialist in Manhattan…

You knew you were damaged
goods and you never fucking told me?

-How could you call me that?
-Jesus-fucking-Christ!

How could you lie to me like that?

I tried to tell you once. I wanted to.

I was afraid that you wouldn't propose.

You don't get it, Adriana. I don't have a
son, the Moltisanti name ends! That's it!

-We could adopt.
-Yeah, that's great!

Some kid with Chinky
eyes called Moltisanti!

He'd get his ass kicked every day!

-You said you'd still love me.
-That doesn't mean I'll marry you!

[DOG BARKING]

[DOOR SLAMS]

She's a great girl, Christopher.
You don't wanna lose this one.

T's right. You could have
more kids than the Kennedys.

If you're married to
some twat, what good is it?

Gotta have balance in a relationship.

I know all that, but what if
the kid thing never happens?

Come on, medicine today, technology…?

You want my advice?

And this is nothing about
Ade or anybody else.

Stay single as long as you can.

Come on. What are you saying?

Oh, no offense, but ask me,
marriage and our thing don't jive.

Everybody we know is married.

Not everybody.

-You love her, right?
-Yeah. You know.

Then do the right thing.

When the shoe was on
the other foot, your spleen

she stood by you, right?

What, do you wanna end
up like my Uncle Junior?

Or worse, like Paulie?

Exactly.

Thanks. I gotta go think about it.

All right.

[HORN HONKING]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

-Ron!
-Hi, Lenore.

-What a nice surprise.
-We're overdue for that dinner

-the four of us.
-We absolutely are.

-Here they come.
-We're late for practice.

-He's in the den.
-Okay, thanks.

The fact is, Mo, these
people are criminals.

Addicts and dealers who've
been occupying that house illegally.

What about the police? Get the
seller, what's his name, the urologist.

-Let him call.
-They're crack addicts.

They'll be back in two hours.

The deal was for me to effectuate
the purchase of these houses, period.

-I realize that.
-Nobody mentioned violence.

We renounced it, remember?

When Eldridge went in
the codpiece business.

-I'm in a bind here, Mo.
-I appreciate that,

-but what can I do?
-Get your people to handle it.

-What people?
-Well, we can't send whites in there.

People of color. You run a youth
gang outreach program, don't you?

-I'm on the board, Ron.
-Fine, I understand.

How about you take the 7000
this is costing out of your end?

Oh, come on. You know what I
pay in child support to my first wife.

The chances I'm taking with this thing.

I'm putting it all on the line.

So you get some kids, gangbangers,
whatever. You throw them some money.

From a policing standpoint, it's just one
group of recidivists beating on another.

Stop trying to justify it, Ron.

It's about the 7 grand.

Let me tell you something else.

Guys like Tony, you don't
fool around with these people.

My son.

I don't know what he understands.

I'm trying to tell him
about the immigrants.

He talks about room service.

We need to talk about
your recent behavior in here.

Your angry tirade?

You wanna talk about that
now? That was weeks ago.

It was my judgment that, at the time

you were in crisis
about Gloria's suicide.

Didn't you get the flowers I sent?

Your behavior was unacceptable, Anthony.

You cannot have these outbursts
and expect to redeem yourself

with an FTD bouquet.

I'm sorry, all right?

It's good that you're sorry,
but no, it's not all right.

We've been down this road before.

-I know, I know.
-The fact that you're angry is fine.

And it's okay to talk about your anger.

But when it manifests
itself in physicality

it becomes unacceptable.

I never laid a finger on you.

You loomed.

You threw my tissue holder.

Yeah, and then I picked it up.

-I was very upset. You lied to me.
-I did not lie to you.

You withheld information
about a very sensitive subject.

All right, look.

I know what I did was wrong, okay?

And you may not believe this,
but I did exercise impulse control.

And I have been controlling my anger.

This thing with my son.

I showed him the old neighborhood,
and we got accosted by crackheads.

One of them had a gun. And the
other one threw a bottle at my car.

Now it may not sound like
much, but I let it go. I drove away.

Well, in the future I'll ask
that you extend to me

the same courtesy
you would a crack addict.

All right, as long as we're being
truthful here, you know, opening up

I've been holding a grudge against
you for recommending that Wendi Kobler.

That half-assed adolescent shrink.

That stupid bitch almost
sent my daughter to Barcelona.

You're right, it's no
excuse. It's no excuse.

I knew I hit something last
night when I turned off the road.

Up and at 'em, Lieutenant.

-How was your ride?
-[BARKING]

-Busted brake line.
-Yeah, what's it look like?

Like a busted brake line, man.

-Good morning, honey.
-Can you fix it, B.A.?

Gonna try. Thanks, Hannibal.

-I need those.
-What do you need my tools for?

Get my hands on the tape that'll
prove Calvin Cutter's a murderer.

I'm not gonna leave
the county without proof.

The tape ain't gonna do us any good
if we can't get out the county with it.

Listen, I've been doing some thinking.

The kid thing and all.

I'm not happy that you lied to me,

but I think I wanna try and deal with it.

Really?

I love you, Adriana.
I want you in my life.

I love you too, Christopher.

Are you high?

You gotta start with that now?

-I just wanna be sure it's real.
-It is real.

I love you.

When can we get married?

I was thinking maybe our
anniversary we could go to Vegas.

Vegas? Wanna get married
by some Elvis impersonator?

-We would save money at least.
-No, it's a sacrament, Ade.

Why don't we have it here,
all your friends could come?

-Yeah?
-Yeah, we'll have it in the great room,

or in the yard even, if it's nice
out. We can have Artie cater it.

Christopher's gonna ask
Tony to be his best man.

I am sure he will be honored.

-Does your mother know yet?
-You're the first person I've told.

We'll decorate the whole house with mums.

And you will not save any money in Vegas.

My cousin Jackie and her husband,
Tommy, 60,000 at blackjack.

-I'm getting married!
-I know!

-What's up?
-Give me some of that. One of them.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Remember, just shoot the
ceiling and shit. No 187s.

[LAUGHING OUTSIDE]

Get the fuck out my house, motherfuckers!

[GUNFIRE]

Get out and stay out!

Hey, mister, mister.

I'll kill you, come around here, bitch.

-Don't come back here no more.
-Get out before we kill your asses, nigga!

[GUNFIRE]

Fucker's got a 9!

-Yeah.
-[LAUGHTER]

All right.

Don't come around here no more.

-[GROANS]
-[LAUGHTER]

That's my brother.

Angelo.

Get out of here, you filthy bitch!

[POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING]

Go, go, go!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

I told you young people
that crack is some bad shit.

Dr. Fried, 1,300,000.

Mr. Tiff en, you take
possession as of today.

Good luck now, and congratulations.

Thank you, Doctor.

-It's for you.
-What's this?

It's a music box.

Holy shit! A Patek?

Yeah, me and Ralph got lucky
on a new real-estate investment.

You actually did it?

-I was just speculating. I never meant…
-Relax. Your name'll never come up.

No, it's not that. I mean,
the American taxpayers are…

The American taxpayers pay for
airport security. Look how that's going.

Give me a fucking break.

This is, like, a $15,000
watch, Tony. I can't take this.

It's just a little thank-you, that's all.

A.J., what are you doing down there?

It's me, Carm, down here with Bri.

-I'm just borrowing some tools.
-All right.

Thank you for this, really.

I gotta get dressed.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Furio, hi, good morning.

Good morning.

Come in. What are you
doing out in the cold?

Today I'll wait in the car, I think.

Why, don't you want some coffee?

The motor is acting funny.

I need to keep my foot on the gas pedal.

Well, okay. I was looking forward
to seeing those pictures, though.

Okay, I'll let Tony know you're here.

Furio's here.

You doing some work on the house?

Yeah, you know, sinking
some anchors for a wall mirror.

Thank you.

How's the mousse?

Fucking great.

I tell you, the shit you
miss when you're inside?

There was a week where I would've
killed for some Good & Plenties.

Should've told me.

I would've sent you some.

I know you would.

See, that's the thing, though.

What I need's not your problem.

-What do you mean?
-Fucking Tony.

Four months I'm up there
like the Man in the Iron Mask.

Not one visit, not even
a fucking phone call.

The guy didn't reach out at all?

John, when do I ever complain?

Paulie, look, the guy's a boss.

You visit a guy in the can
these days… You know the feds.

You give someone the time of
day, it's a criminal conspiracy.

So he can't phone? You fucking did.

Even before I left, he was treating
me like the ugly girl at the dance.

I'm sucking wind, and he's rolling
in it with that fucking Christ-killer.

-Hesh?
-Fucking Zellman.

Fucking real-estate scam.

The Frelinghuysen Avenue thing.

We had some words.

-Tony made it right.
-It's a different one now.

I'm not sure what it is.

All I know is, Ralphie's going around

bragging about how much they're making.

Listen, John, I know we talk sometimes.

I tell you my problems.
You tell me yours.

And I have the highest
regards for Carmine.

He thinks the world of you also.

Even still, this shit don't
leave the table, right?

I'm hurt that you even have to ask.

As far as we know, Loretta,
those transformers are safe,

but like I said, I'll
propose an ad hoc study.

-Thank you, assemblyman.
-Okay, bye-bye.

Mr. Olmstead called regarding lunch,

and you've got the zoning hearing at 4.

I'll call him later. I'm
gonna make a stop.

I'll see you at the office,

and make sure she's on
the list for the fundraiser.

What's this, go to your cousins?

No, Verrazano Salvage. Ask for Gene.

Don't forget the fireplace
mantles and the wall sconces.

Go downtown, yuppies
pay top dollar for it.

We're on it, Ton. Don't worry.

Tony, hey.

Assemblyman, what brings you
to beautiful downtown Newark?

Meeting with one of my constituents.

You gonna be at the Bing tomorrow?

I don't know yet.

Maybe I'll see you over there, then.

Maybe you will.

Is it gonna be a nice house here now?

[HAMMERING, SAWING]

I'm taking it. I'll put it on my
card, okay? It's with my clothes.

Of course. I'll get the seamstress.

Can't believe you're finally
doing this. So sudden too.

The best part is gonna be
seeing how much people give us.

Lisa told me at her and Ricky's
wedding, Bobby Canzoneri

-didn't even cover his plate.
-Shut up.

Forty dollars in an
envelope. Not even a card.

I'll tell you, the main thing
about getting married

-I can never be called to testify.
-What do you mean?

-A wife can't testify against a husband.
-Oh, right, right.

Actually, though, I don't
think that's actually true.

-What do you mean?
-They did a Murder, She Wrote about it.

See, this butler thought his wife
couldn't testify against her husband.

But it turns out, legally,
she actually could.

To claim marital privilege,
three conditions must be met.

First, the communication
must be made during marriage.

Anything said before you
were married is fair game.

Two, the communication
must involve only the spouses.

The presence of a third
party destroys the privilege.

Three, the communication can't
be made in furtherance of a crime.

Oh, my God, it's a simple question.
Can they make me testify or not?

The short answer? Probably.

In an organized crime, a RICO, the feds'll
spend a fortune putting on their case.

Believe me, if they want you to
testify, they're gonna find a way.

Here you go, 10 percent apiece.

Technically, it's a little less,

but our friend rounded
you up to an even 60 G's.

And there's plenty more
where that came from.

There's a lot of poor families
need affordable housing in Newark.

Ronnie, listen

I been wanting to say this.

No hard feelings, huh?

No, of course not.

-You sure you're all right?
-I'm fine.

You're just being…

You're being awfully quiet.

I don't know, tired.

-You ever feel bad about any of this?
-What do you mean?

When I think about where we started out.

I used to think what I
did made a difference.

The anti-drug programs, the voter drives.

But over the years, it's like shoveling
shit against the tide, you know that.

I guess.

Yeah, you… You cut
corners, but you help out.

Do the best you can.

Hey, if it ain't us, it's
gonna be somebody else.

Really, I mean, what are we
supposed to be, the only honest men?

We were gonna lead a revolution, Maurice.

Revolution.

The revolution got sold, Ronnie.

You heard the Beatles for H&R Block?

Sometimes I feel like
I should be punished.

Come on, let's get something to eat.

Well, here's something
I never thought I'd say:

To the federal government.

-Depends on which department.
-[LAUGHS]

[LOUD LAUGHTER]

A cappuccino maker. This is great.

Oh, is that the Capresso?
You are gonna love that, Ade.

Cappuccino now. He used to drink Bosco.

I got it at Fortunoff's if
you want to exchange it.

Oh, no, no, no scissors!

Bad luck.

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

That's from me. I can't count
how many cheese-melts

I've made for Silvio in that thing.

Here, open this one, Ade.

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]

[RADIO JINGLE PLAYS]

[R&B PLAYS]

[TONY SINGING ALONG WITH MUSIC]

[SIGHS]

[LAUGHS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Tony?

You got anything to drink?

Tony?

What's going on?

What's up?

-Why don't you just calm down and…
-I'm perfectly calm.

-We can talk about what's bothering you.
-Yeah?

Tony, this is crazy.

Tony! Tony!

Come on! Fuck!

Tony, no!

Tony!

Tony!

All the girls in New Jersey,
you had to fuck this one?

Go ahead, cry like a bitch.

[SOBBING]

[GROANING, PANTING]

Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie.

Ronnie.