All language subtitles for The Sopranos - S06E17 - Walk Like a Man.eng.SDH

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[LIGHT SNORING]

[SINGING]

[FAST TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

What are you doing up so early?

I couldn't sleep.

You want breakfast?

-Yeah, all right.
-Anthony.

-What?
-I am making French toast.

I'm not hungry. Jesus, how
many times you gonna ask me?

You've heard the term comfort
food. Maybe it'll make you feel better.

This is hard for you to believe,

but food may not be the
answer to every problem.

Neither is acting like
a whiny little bitch.

-Tony.
-I'll eat at work, okay?

My shitty-ass pizza job.

If it's so horrible, take a day off.

My fiancée left me.

That job is all I have in my life.

It's better to have loved and lost, A.J.

-What?
-It is.

[TV TURNS OFF]

I feel bad for him, but what the
fuck? Why's he gotta take it out on us?

I'm looking for a miter saw.

I got the Makita, carbide
blade, laser guide.

-Lists for six, 200.
-Sold.

-Mike, you got that? The Makita.
-Yeah.

Cheese it. It's the off-duty cops.

You know my son-in-law
Chris, the movie producer?

-How you doing?
-Let me know about that ticket.

-It's squashed, forget it.
-Thanks.

How you doing? How's my little girl?

-Good. You coming Sunday, right?
-Yeah. Two o'clock, she said.

Here, that's for you.

Tell your friend Paulie to
keep these power tools coming.

Madonn', flying off the shelves, huh?

You ain't seen this many cops lined up
since the centennial of Dunkin' Donuts.

They're all handymen.

They got side jobs so they can
afford those 18-foot bass boats.

Cataldo, that state trooper, he's
putting a drop ceiling in my basement.

-Thanks, sweetie.
-Sure.

Twelve K in there. I took my
cut. I'm seeing Al again next week.

-To business.
-You're gonna jinx me?

Toast with water?

It's club soda. What's your problem?

You got the problem, my friend.
You're a real fucking drip lately.

When I was using, I was a
disgrace. Now I'm sober, I'm a drip.

-The fuck you want from me?
-How's about being normal?

-That so fucking hard?
-Actually, yeah, Paulie,

for some of us it is.

Don't get cunty. I'm breaking your balls.

What do you say we take a
ride? Little prime rib? On me.

Maybe next time.

You watching your cholesterol now too?

Yeah, you're fucking hilarious.

Hey, Tony. What's the good word?

-Can't complain.
-Sure you could. Phil Leotardo.

My first assignment out of
the Academy was in Brooklyn.

Never cared for him.

He tried to set up this other
rookie, female, for rape and beating.

Listen, that subject we talked about

if I was to know something
possibly terror-related,

and help you out, could I
bank the resulting goodwill?

Well, what happens is

I would personally write
you what's called a 5K letter.

It's a document setting forth
your cooperation and service.

This letter would be placed in your file,

and if you were ever convicted of a crime

it'd be presented to a judge

when he or she would be
considering sentencing guidelines.

Well, there were a couple of guys, I
don't know, Arabs, Arabians maybe.

They used to hang around
the Bing, and somebody I knew

may have did some business with them.

At the port?

-You were saying.
-The point is, they used to be around

all the time, these two, drinking and
trying to tit-fuck the girls, whatever.

And then suddenly, they
disappeared, and I mean completely.

And then a week or so ago,
I'm driving, and I see them

with these other guys

with the headgear and the beard
and the whole fundamental bit.

But there's nothing illegal there, right?

What were they doing?

Walking.

But then they meet up
with this other group and…

-I don't know, it seemed…
-You got a name?

One was named Ahmad or Jamal or…

Hold on, hold on.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

-Hey, T.
-Yeah, I'm here with some people,

and the Arabs from the
Bing, what were their names?

-Some people?
-Exactly.

Oh, fuck, yeah, Ahmed and Muhammed.

-What'd they do?
-Ahmed and Muhammed.

You know, actually, I got a cell number.

I called him recently, but
he don't answer no more.

Ahmed al Najafi.

973-555-0146.

Ahmed al Najafi.

Tell me they're not gonna blow
up the chemical plant or some shit.

I don't know. I'll call you later.

-Cell phone.
-That's a real prize.

Thank you.

So finally I said:

"Okay, you know, as long as
you don't mind yesterday's pizza."

"No, no," he said, "it's cool."

So "great," I told him.
"Come back tomorrow."

You are so bad.

-Hey. Good.
-Hey, how you doing?

-They add your overtime?
-Yeah, thank you.

-Who's that?
-I don't know. Some guy.

-What, are you going out with him?
-He smiled, Anthony. He works here.

-You gotta stop.
-Or what?

Or I won't see you again.

Like meeting me for
coffee is such a big deal.

Honestly, I don't even
think it's a good idea anyway.

-How come?
-Because last time you started crying,

and had to leave the Starbucks.

I can't sleep at night without you.

It'll get better, okay?

I love you so much.

I gotta go back to work.

Stop. You're embarrassing me.

You knock off early, we
go back to your place

christen those new sheets
you were telling me about.

-Man with the plan, huh?
-The man with the erection.

Let me take this.

-Hey.
-It's me.

I need you to come home. It's A.J.

-What happened?
-I am worried, Tony.

I have never seen him like this.

I have to meet the realtor
to see a new property,

but I am afraid to leave him alone.

-Afraid, why?
-Will you just come home, please?

Go away.

It's me.

What's the matter?

-What happened?
-You know what happened.

Blanca still.

All right, that's it. Enough's enough.

Look, I'm fucking depressed, okay?

You broke up. How long
you wanna cry about it?

She was my life.

You're 20 years old. You barely
have a life, and you're better off anyway.

She was cute, okay, but come
on. With another guy's kid to boot.

She was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

What you're going through,
what you're feeling right now

it happens sometimes.

Everybody gets the blues.

There's a half a billion
dollar industry devoted to it.

-What, Prozac?
-No, the music business.

They write thousands
of songs about this shit.

"Tears on My Pillow," "Mona Lisa," right?

Listen, these fucking women

they'll drive you nuts with
your emotions and whatnot.

And I know it feels like you're
never gonna love anybody again.

But trust me, there's
millions of girls out there

that are dying to meet a guy
like you. I see them every day.

-Oh, right, I'm so special.
-You're damn right you are.

You're handsome and
smart and a hard worker,

and, let's be honest, white.
That's a huge plus nowadays.

Go out and get a blow job.

-I don't want a blow job.
-Keep your voice down.

-Why? Who's listening out there?
-Nobody.

Oh, fuck me!

You saw her again, didn't you?

I knew it.

I don't wanna talk about it.

I love you, Anthony. It's
killing me to see you like this.

What's the fucking point?

-Point of what?
-Just leave me alone.

Honestly, I was glad when they broke up.

The culture divide. But now…

Everything turns to shit.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Thank you so much for inviting us.
-Sure.

I'm so nervous cooking
for all these people.

Dad, do you remember
Tony's sister Barbara?

-Of course.
-Hi, nice to see you.

-Her husband, Tom, Stefan, Alyssa.
-Hi. This is for you.

-Oh, thank you.
-And the baby.

Come in. Come in.

-Oh, look at the baby.
-Very sweet.

-Can I play the Xbox?
-What happened to folding the napkins?

-How you holding up?
-I'm totally freaking.

I gotta take the ziti out.

Hit open.

-You okay, T? You having a good time?
-Yeah.

So it could be good.
Got a lot of money in this.

Oh, look at that wrist action.

All those years yanking
it finally starting to pay off.

-That non-alcoholic shit any good?
-It's all right.

Less filling, tastes like ass.
-[LAUGHS]

[SIGHS]

This is nice. About time
you invited everybody over.

It was Kelli's idea. She's been wanting

to get her teeth wet
with the entertaining.

-Good thing, else I'd never see you.
-What are you talking about?

-Steak's done.
-You think so?

It keeps cooking even
if it's off the flame

the juices.

All right, so, what's up with you?
You've been like a ghost lately.

You're around one
second, next you're gone.

-I was by the Bing the other day.
-For like five minutes.

You of all people should
understand how hard it is,

for me to be around that place.

-I should? Why?
-Because you're in therapy.

You understand the
human condition, at least.

-Still doing that?
-Turn those ribs.

Truth is, between the booze
and the strippers over there

half of them are fucking
cokeheads, it's hard, you know?

And Satriale's, that fridge full of beer…

Know how tough it is to eat a sausage
and peppers without a cold one?

So then just quit. You
want a beer, too bad.

-Show some balls.
-I got balls.

I can't eat eggplant no
more because of my stomach.

Might put me into a relapse.

Now, believe me,
I'd like to, but I don't.

-It's not that simple.
-Well, make it simple.

It's a disease. I inherited it. You
know the problem with my mother.

I gotta be honest. This whole
disease concept, I think it's bullshit.

So you know more than
the leading scientists?

-I know a crutch when I see it.
-So my dad?

You obviously must have
knew he had a crutch.

-What the fuck are you talking about?
-Come on, Ton, huh?

Between the coke, the
vodka, whatever the fuck else

he was squirting up his arm

let's be honest about
the great Dickie Moltisanti.

My dad, your hero

wasn't much more than a fucking junkie.

-Hey, don't fucking move.
-Whoa, whoa, Al, whoa, whoa.

-Easy, easy.
-What the fuck is going on?

Paulie, remember? Germani. We
met at your granddaughter's christening.

The fuck are you doing?

-My uncle didn't call you?
-No.

[GUN COCKS]

-Who's your uncle?
-Paulie Gualtieri.

These are for his
friend down at the union.

What union?

He was supposed to call
you. You fucking believe this?

Al, this is a big fucking mix-up.
I thought Paulie called you.

-The guy's waiting.
-So you break in?

I got a silent alarm
goes right to my house.

He'll take care of you. Don't worry.

-Let me talk to my son-in-law.
-Chris?

Fine by me, but if I were you, I wouldn't
make a problem where there ain't one.

[LOVE SONG PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

[LAUGHING]

-[CRYING] Take over, okay, Felix?
-What'd you do?

-I'm leaving.
-Who?

I'm going home. I quit.

Why'd you do that?

-If Dale calls, just tell him I'm sorry.
-But you're the manager.

-Ton, hey.
-Hey.

-How you doing?
-This always helps.

God bless the NFL.

I'll tell you, I owe a
spot of it to my son.

I was against this kid
even going to college.

But once him and Carlo's kid
started taking action on campus

far as I'm concerned, he
should stay till he gets a Ph.D.

Benefits of a higher education.

Yeah, don't get me wrong,
he's learning stuff too.

The shit this kid knows about computers…

He set his mother up with a whole
Web site for her ceramics business.

-You must be very proud.
-Believe me, I thank God every day.

I gotta take a leak.

Okay.

Parisi the younger. I was just
talking to your dad about you.

Oh, yeah? What'd I do now?

To hear him tell it,
you're the golden boy.

-Hey, Ton.
-What the fuck's with you?

Root canal. They got me on oxycodone.
My whole fucking head is numb.

Well, that answers a lot of questions.

-[LAUGHING]
-What the fuck are you laughing at?

I'll see you inside, Ton.
I got something for you.

-So how's Rutgers?
-You see those envelopes?

-Majoring in cash, minoring in ass.
-[BOTTLES CLINK]

Things change, huh?

When I was in college, it wasn't
much with the sports betting.

-Hey, how's A.J. doing?
-Good, good.

He's working. Broke up
with that girlfriend of his.

That Spanish chick? He took
her to my cousin Angela's wedding.

-She was smoking, that girl.
-Yeah, yeah, you know, whatever.

He didn't wanna get too serious.

Fuck, Jay, check it out.

Holy shit.

So Sil tells me you booked
a party here next week.

-Yeah, yeah, it's our frat.
-You should call A.J.

He's probably busy, but I
know he'd love to see you guys.

-Yeah, sure, absolutely.
-Yeah. Definitely, absolutely.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Who is it?
-Me.

-How you doing, kid?
-What the fuck, Paulie?

I left you four messages.

My flight was delayed. I just got home.

And I've been dealing
with Al for two days.

Just tell him to relax.

They busted into his store.
His acid reflux is acting up.

He woke up Kelli, got her all upset.

It's my fault your
father-in-law's a crybaby?

They told him I'd take care of him.

-What's his problem?
-I'm stupid now?

You know and I know they
were there to boost that shit.

It couldn't wait. I promised a load
to Lenny down the joint-fitters union.

What do I give a fuck? It ain't my union.

Lower your voice. Neighbors.

Fuck your neighbors. When you gonna pay?

When you suck the money out of my ass.

Now get the fuck out.

Add three more MRIs and you're
looking at a ten percent increase across…

-Listen, I gotta talk to you.
-Now?

-It can't wait, T. This fucking Paulie.
-What happened?

He sent his idiot nephew and Jason
Molinaro to my father-in-law's store.

They boosted a pallet of power saws.

-They did?
-Yeah.

Not exactly. Al caught
them while they were there.

So they did or did not take the saws?

They did, under false pretense.

This is what you couldn't
wait to talk to me about?

-They broke into the guy's store, T.
-Yeah, I hear you. I get it.

But we're talking about an ongoing

potentially multimillion-dollar
proposition here, Christopher.

It ain't the money, Ton.

Oh, really? Well, I'm
glad you feel that way.

A pallet of drills.
You believe this shit?

Go have a lime rickey or whatever
the fuck it is you're drinking these days,

and we'll be done in a few minutes.

Forget it, all right? I
got other shit to do.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

I need to talk to you guys.

What's the matter? Finn?

What? No.

It's not about me. A.J.

-What about him?
-I know he's upset,

but he's been saying some
things that are really disturbing.

-Like what?
-Like nobody gives a shit about him.

What's the point of
anything? Stuff like that.

I told you about that girl, Hadley,
in my dorm sophomore year

the one who threw
herself off the library balcony.

These are the exact kind
of things she was saying.

I don't mean to get
you all upset, it's just…

No, of course not. I'm
glad you said something.

-Good night.
-Good night, sweetie.

And get some sleep.

MAN [ON TV]: No arguing.

It's not your company office on here.

I'm just a guy looking to
punch you in the mouth.

Oh, you can take a punch.

I guess we knew that already, didn't we?

You can actually land a punch too.

-You're pretty good, Huey.
-Nice.

Against a 36-year-old
out-of-shape lieutenant.

[FIGHTING CONTINUES]

I came here today to tell you

in all seriousness, that I'm done.

I did what you said.

I gave it a lot of thought,

and I decided that
once and for all, it's over.

The truth is, this therapy is a jerk-off.

You know it, and I know it.

I actually don't know
it, but please continue.

-It's a jerk-off.
-Yes, you've said that.

Anyway, I was coming here to quit.

Had it all planned out. But guess what.

My son is talking suicide.

-So now I'm trapped here forever.
-My God, what did he say?

His girlfriend, fiancée,
whatever, she broke up with him.

He's beyond devastated.

Would you like me to recommend
someone for him to talk to?

Carmela's getting a referral
from his own pediatrician.

After that incompetent
you sent Meadow to?

So I suppose now comes
the inherent fucking grilling

-about how I feel about all this.
-Isn't that why you're here?

[SIGHS]

You know, friends of
mine, they got sons his age,

and they're happy, ambitious.

They fucking take life as it comes.

I know it seems that way, but do
you really know these other boys?

I know what I see, my
son curled up on the couch

in a fetus position when he
should be out banging coeds.

-Have you talked to him?
-Till I'm blue in the face.

We both have, and now
we're afraid to talk to him

because of what he might do.

Obviously, I'm prone to depression

a certain bleak attitude about the world,

but I know I can handle it.

Your kids though…

It's like when they're
little, and they get sick…

You'd give anything in the
world to trade places with them,

so they don't have to suffer.

-And then to think you're the cause of it.
-How are you the cause of it?

It's in his blood, this
miserable fucking existence.

My rotten, fucking, putrid
genes have infected my kid's soul.

That's my gift to my son.

I know this is difficult,

but I'm very glad we're
having this discussion.

Really? Really, because I gotta
be honest, I think it fucking sucks.

-What does?
-Therapy, this. I hate this fucking shit.

Seriously, we're both adults here, right?

So after all is said and done

after all the complaining and the
crying and all the fucking bullshit

is this all there is?

Yes, welcome.

Hi, I'm Chris. I'm an
alcoholic and drug addict.

Hi, Chris.

I wanna go back to what Stan
said, how not being able to socialize

is hard when you're a salesman.

In my case, it's the same thing.

It's actually taking food
out of my daughter's mouth.

My boss, you know, for all
his bullshit encouragement

how he respects what I'm doing,
the reality is he resents my sobriety.

I had the same thing at Unicor.

They were all onboard
for the intervention,

but skip one golf outing
and you're ostracized.

He's an enabler too, this
guy, the worst fucking kind.

Pours you a drink with one hand,
judges you with the other if you take it.

He wonders why I'm distant,
at least he says he does

why I wanna branch
out. But I can promise you

I'd have more money in my
pocket, plus more responsibility

if I sat with him drinking

watching that scotch drool
out of his fat fucking mouth.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[LION GROWLING]

[MEN LAUGHING]

…embedded that dream
into our culture, right…

[FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey.

Turn up the metabolic
heat with a Fahrenheit of…

[TRAFFIC SOUNDS]

[BIG BAND PLAYS]

-What are you watching?
-Nothing.

Oh, whoa, that's a good one. John Wayne.

Two Jasons call you? Invite
you to a party tomorrow night?

-I don't know.
-Well, either they did or they didn't.

Yeah, I guess. Jason Gervasi called.

-What'd you tell him?
-I didn't call him back.

How come?

Because I don't wanna go.

[SIGHS]

Of course not. Beer, strippers

fucking around with guys your own age

you hate all that shit.

-You gonna call him?
-I said I don't wanna go.

I know you don't wanna go.

You don't wanna work, you don't wanna eat

you don't wanna talk either.

So all that being the case, you're
gonna shower tomorrow night

you're gonna shave,
you're gonna get dressed

you're gonna go to that party.

And I'm not gonna debate you on this.

Fine.

Mr. Larkin, just how soon before
they'll attempt to blow this fire out?

They won't try to kill it till
they're ready to cap the well.

Your boss is your uncle?

Once removed.

That's gotta add to the source.

We used to be so tight.

And producing movies
is high-stress enough.

I have a happy marriage.

But there was a woman…

She worked with us in a club we had.

Anyway, she became
a problem to deal with,

and I sided with him.

She was out of my life.

Okay, fine. But he never appreciated it.

Give, give, give, it's all I ever do.

I think that's when the relationship
between me and him got poisoned.

Jeremy, you got all of them?

-Yeah.
-Let's go.

[DOOR BEEPS]

How's it going? Al here?

You just missed him. He went
to lunch. Can I help you fellas?

-We're here for the drills.
-What drills?

You know, in the back.

I know what you mean, but Al didn't
say nothing about picking anything up.

This fucking guy. Get him on the phone.

-All right.
-What's your name?

-Me? I'm Mike.
-Paulie.

[BEEPING]

Nice to meet you.

-Voice mail.
-Here, give me that.

Yeah, Al, it's Paulie.
Listen, we're here with Mike.

We're gonna take the drills.

I'll call you later
about that other order.

Let's go.

What's her name?

Blanca.

Had you and Blanca been engaged long?

Only a couple of weeks.

She had a son too, from
when she used to be married.

What do you think went wrong?

Her husband was an asshole, supposedly.

With your relationship?

I don't know. I mean, I
wish there was a reason,

but she says there isn't.

I think maybe it's because

we have way more
money in my family than hers.

They're immigrants, and
that might have scared her.

Have you been feeling suicidal, Anthony?

A little bit.

Have you ever tried to kill yourself?

No.

I mean, once, me and my
friends jumped off my garage roof,

but, you know, that
was just to fool around.

You sleeping a lot?

I'm tired, but I keep waking up.

Nightmares?

I just keep thinking about her.

I mean, it hurts, but I can't help it.

Does anything in life
give you pleasure lately?

I don't know.

Not really.

There's a medication called
Lexapro. It's an antidepressant.

I have friends who take that.

Well, I'm going to
write you a prescription.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm making mad fucking money, bro.

I gotta shut my phone off sometimes.
You should totally do it, man.

I'm not really good with
betting and percentages.

I got like a 450 on my math SAT.

Fuck that shit, bro. I could
hook you up in like 10 minutes.

Can I dance for you, baby?

I guess.

[GERVASI LAUGHING]

Yeah, dude. Yeah.

Yeah.

-Look at this pile of shit.
-Yeah, so get some toilet paper.

-What is that, comedy?
-Actually, yeah.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

Come on, what are you gonna do?

Fuck it, I'm all in.

Fucking idiot. Toilet paper?

You fucking cunt.

-Oh, what the fuck?
-Oh, Chris.

You were my friend.

-No!
-No!

Oh, fuck!

Call an ambulance!

[MOANS]

Tony, wake up. I need to talk to you.

What?

You let our underage son
go to a party at a strip club?

What time is it?

Take it easy, will you?
What's the big deal?

He just got in three hours ago.

He is still drunk, and
he's not even drinking age.

Yet he could die in Iraq.

What does that have to do with anything?

Jesus Christ, Carm, he's
gonna be 21 in two months.

He's an emotional wreck, Tony.

So seeing a pair of tits is
gonna send him over the edge?

Got him out of the house,
around people his own age.

At the fucking Bing?

Well, they're college
kids. It's what they do.

I know you'd rather see him
in his room drinking cocoa,

but this is the way back, believe
me. And the way back to college.

Fraternities, frat boys…

Hey.

I did a stupid thing,
Ton. I won't deny it.

Stupid? Just hung up with Paulie.
His nephew's got six broken vertebras.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

I know that, and I'm sorry.

But this is the second fucking time
Paulie flouted his authority to my face.

The shit with the tools, he set
up the deal with the Cubans,

but this is my father-in-law
we're talking about, Tony, my family.

This bullshit could have been
handled with a conversation.

I came to the Bing, remember?
I tried to talk to you about it.

And I told you to wait, and
you left to go God knows where.

I gotta be honest, I can't help thinking

that this goes directly to what
we talked about more than once.

If you were around
more, finger on the pulse

problems like this would
be squashed in the womb.

Whether I'm around's
got nothing to do with it.

He needed the tools, he
could have left me a message.

We're supposed to leave phone messages

about interstate hijacking now?

How about faxes? E-mails?
Make it even easier for the cops.

This is a face-to-face
business, Christopher.

Yeah, I'll talk to Paulie.

Believe me, there's a few
things that he needs to hear.

You figure out how much he owes for
the tools and we're gonna deduct that

against what you're gonna
owe for little Paulie's hospital bills.

[CELL PHONE CHIMING]

-Yeah?
-He tore up my lawn, Ton.

Drove his fucking car
right up on the grass.

-Who did?
-Fucking Paulie, who else?

Forty grand in landscaping.
Terrorized my wife and daughter.

Destroyed the bushes, the grass,
and every fucking flower she planted.

-Just relax, okay?
-I am fucking relaxed.

I'm not gonna do nothing.

Because I love you, because
I'm committed to my work

I ain't gonna do shit.

I'm gonna sit tight and hold my tongue,
and not cause no problems for you.

[CLICKS OFF PHONE]

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]

[LOUD CHATTERING]

No, the bad one, '99.

Mets-Braves National League Championship.

Oh, fucking shit.

My dad went apeshit, man. Threw
a fucking vase right through the TV.

Oh, Victor, what are you doing at
a Zeke party, bro? You settling up?

-Come on, it's Friday. Bills this Sunday.
-What are we, fucking Citibank?

-How long we gonna carry your ass?
-Buffalo's a lock.

Give me a dime at two and a half.

If not, my father's sending
my check this week.

Fuck that. If not, you see this
guy right here? Tony Soprano Jr.

Know what that means, right?

Monday, bro. One way or the other.

Come on, don't be a dick about it.

Is he still sleeping?

He's not home.

He stayed with his friends.

He sounded good. They were playing cards.

It's been a week almost, on the meds.

All I know is it's a
pleasure not to have him

laying around here like a

It's companies like
Wal-Mart we gotta thank.

They're always fighting
against tightening imports.

So our provolone, our perfume

slides right under the fucking door.

All those inspections slow
down Wal-Mart's operation.

And what about
terrorism, missiles and shit?

There he is, the missing link.

Hey.

-How you doing?
-Good.

I called Sal Vitro like you said.

He's coming by this week, resod the lawn.

And I talked to Paulie, and we
worked out a payment schedule.

-He here?
-Yeah.

All right. Let me say hello.

Hey.

How you doing, kid?

-How's little Paulie?
-He's fucked up.

He got your flowers though.

Good.

-Listen, Paulie…
-Forget it, okay?

Shit happens. What are you gonna
do? There's no point in ruminating.

You're right.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Me too.

Do this again, sweetie.
And get him a club soda.

You know what? Fuck it.

-Whatever he's having.
-You got it.

Good times.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

-Oh, my, that's fucking rocket fuel.
-One more, one more, one more.

-Oh, yeah.
-Let's do it.

-What's going on, baby?
-Nuts.

When, now? Who else is there?

-Let's do it.
-One more. Zeke.

Zeke! Zeke! Zeke!

All right, yeah, no,
definitely. Like 20 minutes.

-Yeah.
-All right, bye.

Yo, Donna Amato, they're having
a party, guess who's over there.

-Victor.
-That welching little prick

you fucking kidding me?

You wanna come?

Oh, I don't know. I'm
just gonna hang here.

Oh, come on. It'll be fun.

-[RAP MUSIC]
-[LAUGHTER]

Eleven more credits and
I can transfer to Syracuse.

Their business program is awesome.

Hey, you made it.

-Vic, where are you going, buddy?
-I was just grabbing a beer. What's up?

-Listen, I'm getting your money, okay?
-Cool, great.

Let's take a ride and
talk about that, all right?

Come on, guys, stop.

-What's going on?
-Nothing, we're just fucking around.

No.

-Get in the fucking car.
-No.

Get in the fucking car!

[GRUNTING]

Fucking deadbeat. You know what
happens when you don't fucking pay?

[DOG BARKING]

-Stop. Stop.
-What, are you gonna cry?

And what are we, fucking assholes?

Come on, man, where's the
shit? Help us hold him down.

-Come on.
-Come on.

Get off me.

-No.
-Quit kicking, bitch!

Hey, you ever take chemistry?
Because Dr. Parisi and me

-we're gonna do an experiment.
-We wanna see what happens

when you mix sulfuric acid with toe jam.

Fuck, no! No! No!

Don't! Don't do it! Fuck!

That hurt? You little bitch.

-What's the matter?
-No!

[SCREAMING]

[SIZZLING]

I mean, you have a kid,
and they look at you

you look back, and you're
looking at yourself, really.

Or part of you plus
another person, that love.

I look at her eyes, man, and
she looks up, back at me…

How the fuck do I put
myself up for adoption?

[CHUCKLING]

-What?
-Nothing, go ahead.

-She ain't adopted, Paulie.
-I'm kidding. What were you saying?

My point… What the fuck? My…

It's babies. They're the future.

You realize by the time Caitlin's out
of college, it'll be like the year 2027?

She takes after you, she won't
be out of fourth grade by then.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Of course, by that time, she'll be
working here, so who gives a shit?

[MORE LAUGHTER]

[DISTORTED LAUGHING]

[CACKLING LAUGHTER RESUMES]

-Oh, what are you doing?
-Nothing.

Come on, come on.
We're just fucking around.

Okay. It's late. I gotta go.

[TAPPING KEYBOARD]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[KNOCKING LOUDLY]

-Hello?
-It's me.

-I'm fucking losing it, man.
-Chris, it's eleven-fucking-thirty.

Well, you're awake though,
right? I'm sorry. You sleeping?

I'm working. I'm on a
deadline for Law & Order.

How much did you drink?

-I don't know. A lot.
-I'm gonna make some coffee,

and then we're gonna call your sponsor.

He's gone. Eddie, he's away
someplace. Philadelphia.

This fucking Paulie, man.

You think he's your friend,
this cocksucker, all these pricks…

What are you doing?

-You're drunk. I'm making coffee.
-I don't want fucking coffee.

It's an urban myth anyway.

-What are you writing?
-Law & Order.

I'll give you stories make
your fucking head curl.

The shit I seen.

-Fuck that, the shit I did personally.
-I don't wanna hear it.

What you need to do is
sober up and get to a meeting.

-That's your fucking answer?
-It is the answer. Work the program.

You know, you're a fucking
robot. Anybody ever tell you that?

You got any fucking emotion in there?

I don't know about you, but
my friends have abandoned me.

I've been totally fucking ostra-fied.

Because when we drink and we
use, we are not pleasant to be around.

My heart's fucking breaking
and you're blowing me off?

You know, my father fucking abandoned me.

I thought he was shot.

You have any idea, if I wanted,
what I could do to these pricks?

One phone call and it's over.

The whole fucking castle
comes down like Humpty-Dumpty.

Do you remember my
girlfriend, Adriana? My fiancée?

My friend Ralph Cifaretto?

-I know shit, my friend.
-Chris, come on.

Serious fucking things that
would have major implications

-on a lot of fucking people…
-I shouldn't hear this shit.

I know, right, you said. You just
wanna write about it, leech off me.

I'm trying to help you, man.

That fucking program

the government has got money to burn.

Gravano was living large down
in Arizona, all on that federal tit.

-All right, let's get you home.
-I like the sun

be closer to Hollywood anyway.

Give me your phone.
I'm calling your wife.

-What?
-I have told you repeatedly

I do not wanna hear this shit.

-I let you be part of my movie.
-You let me?

-I'm pouring my heart out, man.
-And I'm very sorry.

-But we met in A.
-Chris, you're in the Mafia.

Fine.

[CLASSIC ROCK PLAYING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

-Hey.
-Hey.

Early night, huh?

They're slouching up 57th Street, so
next time we're in the city, I wanna go.

What's this? Party time?

Rachael Ray was on hungry.
Sit down, I'll get some plates.

Where were you guys?

-Frat party.
-At a meeting.

-Did you go out tonight?
-I met a friend for coffee.

-That's probably why you're still awake.
-I guess so.

Miss Meadow had a mystery
date she refuses to discuss.

Oh, yeah?

What are you doing? Sit down.

I'm wired. I don't know.

So, what's the mystery? That
you had a date to begin with?

Bite me, okay?

[ROCK SONG PLAYING]

[ROCK SONG CONTINUES]