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Twenty-three, red and odd.

- No! - Yes, motherfucker!

You fucking nailed it, T.

Jesus, 23. Sophia's birthday. I should've had that.

- He's got it like five ways there. - Six. He's on red too.

- You cocksucking motherfucker. - What happened?

- Tony hit one straight up. - Finally.

Sixty-six-10, going out.

Don't you spill those.

- You wanna take it or play it? - Let's play it.

- All right. - All right, all right.

- That's my man. - Twenty-three, and all around.

- Are you fucking kidding? - You gotta ride that.

- All right, one more time. - Come on.

- Do it again. - Come on.

- Come on. Come on. - Two three.

- Come on. - Come on, bounce.

- Come on. Come on, 23. - Do it again.

Eleven.

- Big shit. - What the fuck?

- Jeez. - Douchebags...

...are taking it all back tonight.

What the fuck, Vito? You almost hit me.

Timber, motherfucker.

Stop right there.

Ten-1 odds, Poor Boy's Delight, she fucking comes in.

Look at this mezza morta.

Oh, hey.

- How are you, baby? - Sil.

Good to see you. Hey.

Sit down.

Can I get you something? A coffee or a bun?

Well, I'll let you two talk.

- So... - I really appreciate...

...you letting me see you.

And you've been so decent about everything since Vito's death.

I just don't know who else...

All right, all right. Come on. Come on, Marie.

- What can I do? - It's Little V.

The social worker says he's just acting out.

- Social worker? - Boy stuff mostly, but so angry.

Although some of what he's being accused of is just persecution.

They claim that he hung the Petruzzo's cat on their garage door...

...but it's totally unfounded.

Well, you know, in a way, it's to be expected, with Vito passing...

- ...and all that that entrailed. - I think the only solution...

...is to move away from that house and the kids at school.

I figured it out, and I know it's a lot...

...but for 100,000...

...we could be someplace where no one knows him or what happened.

My friend Cheryl lives in Orono, Maine, by the university...

...and there's this two-story cape, with solid schools.

You always said if there's anything you could do...

Sure.

Have you talked to his uncle?

- Who? - Phil.

Phil's not his uncle. Him and I are second cousins.

Before we get too drastic here and uproot little Vito and all of you...

...from your friends and your family, I should talk to him.

He's impossible to talk to.

It's not easy to substitute for a dad.

I know. But maybe I can fill in here.

Okay, but you'll think about it?

Believe me, I'm gonna take care of you, and he's gonna be okay.

Well...

...apparently Vito Jr.'s a whack job.

No surprise there. Family history.

She wants 100K for a change of scenery.

That never works.

- She should get him a dog. - I don't think that's a good idea.

The point is, how the fuck is this my problem?

Because I'm the boss of the family?

And where the fuck is Phil Leotardo?

He created the situation by clipping Vito to begin with.

My best fucking earner.

Now second time around I'm getting my pocket picked.

Not to mention he's his uncle or cousin or whatever the fuck.

Not your problem. I agree.

I agree, Jim. I argued against the on-side kick.

Let's face it, they rarely work.

Yet here they are, the overworked Bucs D falling apart...

...as the Bills, with that play, are inside the 30 and loaded for goal.

- Let's go. Come on, come on. - Just watch.

- Bills get another seven. - Yeah, you think?

- No, I say a quick field goal wins it. - Absolutely.

They'll choke. That's what they do. You got Buffalo, right, T?

No, line is three. I'll settle for a push.

Buffalo! Fucking go for it!

Third and two, the snap. Losman's back, he hands it off.

Fumble. Ball's loose.

Buffalo recovers.

- No, put the... - Now it's fumbled again.

- Boston has picked it up. - Get him! Get on him! Come on!

- Got it. Careful. - Get him!

Get him! Thunder up!

Touchdown!

Buffalo scores as time expires.

Un-fucking-believable.

Buffalo! Fucking-A!

Listen to this fucking guy. Probably won $35 down there.

Final score, Buffalo 28, Tampa Bay 24.

Skip, another beer?

No. No, no, I'm gonna go take a snooze.

Beautiful, sweetheart.

Nancy Sinatra, everybody.

- Congratulations, Philly. - Thank you.

We were gonna go the festival route, but we found a guy...

...who wants to distribute it himself, so we'll see what happens.

It's a good little movie.

- All right. I'll talk to you. - Yeah.

Jesus Christ, it's 11:30.

Ready to call it?

An hour ago.

I saw him bring Dean and Jerry back together.

I was there at the telethon.

I cried.

- You leaving already? - Yeah. Yeah, it's late.

Got a long hike to Jersey from here.

Sure, I used to drive it myself.

No more though.

I'll be right back.

Congratulations again.

Listen, I gotta bring this up.

- A favor already? - Excuse me?

Anthony, you always have business on your mind.

Take a night, smell the cognac.

Marie Spatafore came to see me.

She wants a hundred grand to relocate...

...on account of Vito Jr. already has his own social worker.

Patty told me there was doings.

I guess the turd doesn't fall far from the faggot's ass.

That's beautifully put, but you're family, right? Cousins?

What can you do? Throw money at the problem?

Well, somebody's gonna.

I'll talk to the kid...

- ...set him right. - Good.

You two going home together?

How the fuck are you?

Fucking prostate keeping me pissing all night.

I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

Nu?

I talked to Phil about the split on the MRI centers...

...and your cut is on the way.

Yeah, so is Christmas.

Oh, you should have heard it tonight.

- Comments, smug. - Really?

Worries me.

I thought we were getting along pretty good finally, you know, considering.

Could be the hubris, making boss...

...but I still think it's what went down with his brother Billy.

I thought all that got buried with your cousin.

You enjoy the dinner?

- Yeah, and I left right after. - Oh, yeah?

I don't know...

I look at my key guys...

...Paulie, Christopher, my brother-in-law.

What's number one on their agenda, you know?

They're all fucking murderers, for chrissakes.

Lonely at the top, boychik?

What I'm trying to say is...

...it's nice being here. Always is.

I brought you something.

Cover up that dome.

Actually, I was expecting something else.

What, the fucking DVD?

Honestly, it's a very unflattering portrait of Italian-Americans.

No, I was thinking maybe some of that 200,000 I loaned you.

Oh, Jesus. Yeah, that's right.

I know it's covered. It's just after a while with no vig...

You know, I lost track.

- I'm glad you didn't. - I don't wanna be a stickler.

- No. - Anthony, come on.

No. No, it's okay. It's okay.

I got about three grand here. Point and a half good?

- Oh, come on, fuck this. - You gotta have it.

- Don't want you eating cat food. - Come on, stop it.

I don't gotta have it. I don't want a vig from you.

No, come on. I should have been on it.

- You sure? - Jesus Christ, are we good or what?

Well, it's late. I should be getting back.

And you should get back to pissing or whatever you...

I lend the guy money, suddenly I'm the schmuck.

Why does he need your money?

Why? To cover his nut.

Between his gambling and the lifestyle and that boat...

Three point two mil. I warned him.

It has absolutely no resale value whatsoever.

Does he listen? Yeah.

I've lent lots of money.

Once the chiseling starts, "Oh, I forgot."

Who forgets? Fuck him.

This is why I don't like you seeing him before bed. You're all upset.

Makes a big show of giving me a vig.

Three thousand a week.

You got a lot of Jews in your business?

- My business? - Yeah, this.

You gotta hand it to them, when it comes to money...

In my experience, that's nothing more than an ugly stereotype.

Really?

I got a friend, let me tell you, you tie a Krugerrand...

...to a fishing line, you're gonna land him.

Right up on the dock.

Doesn't sound like you think of him as a friend.

Come on. We go way back.

But that didn't stop him from busting my fucking balls...

...because I owe him some money.

Anyway, I needed a little bridge loan to cover some of the gambling losses...

...we've been talking about.

- Still? - You know, good money after bad.

- Why not just stop? - Big part of my life.

I know, but you've been talking about it a lot.

Well, you lose sometimes.

You gotta act like it hurts a little more than it does, you know, for your guys.

But if you're gonna lose, what's the fucking point, huh?

So you need the risk.

What are you chasing?

Money or a high from winning?

Before we end, there's something I need to bring up.

You miss a lot of appointments.

Excuse me, I always give you the required notice or I pay for the hour.

- That's not my point. - Well, I get busy.

It's my fault. I've condoned it for a long time.

I haven't had a panic attack since my uncle shot me.

- Did you notice that? - Yes.

Well, it must be nice to know everything.

Is that the only reason why you're here?

- The panic attacks? - No.

This is an...

...oasis in my week.

So this is vacation?

No, I benefit in many ways.

Decide if you wanna keep coming...

...but know there are protocols that have to be followed...

...or I won't be able to continue.

Okay, I will.

Now, I know Brian wants the media room downstairs...

...I think it's better if the gym has access to the pool.

That's the inspector.

Well, I told the guy to run cable for computers...

...but I can't promise the damn thing is not already obsolete.

- Hi, how are you? - Ted Yacanelli...

...Yacanelli Home Inspections.

Yeah, come on in. These are our cousins Hugh and Carmela.

- How are you doing? - They're also the builders.

Oh, great.

- Wanna start over here? - Yeah.

You know, I didn't come out here just to buy you a couple of sundaes.

It's a Silo.

I don't give a fuck what it is. What the hell's wrong with you?

You look like a Puerto Rican whore. You make me sick.

So? What's it gotta do with you?

Listen, pally, you need to be rebellious.

I raised kids. I get it.

- Good for you. - You want a smack too?

You ever think what this is doing to your mother?

What she's been through, how you're upsetting her?

- She's just embarrassed. - She cries for you.

I'm gonna say this because you're old enough to understand.

Your family's had enough shame.

You should set things right.

- You understand me? - No.

Jesus Christ. Be a man.

Be the kind of man she needs. Strong, masculine.

I said my piece.

Finish that thing. There's no eating in the car.

I'd like to take a minute for everybody to enjoy the fact...

...that your mother has sold her house.

- Oh, my God, that's fantastic. - Congratulations, Mom.

- That's so good. - Well, actually...

...it just passed inspection.

Brian needs to get loan approval before we can...

All right, all right, enough.

Congratulations, Carm. It's not an easy thing to do these days.

I had a lot of support.

Brian and Janine must be so happy.

- I hope so. - Just the two? It's big, right?

- It's a mansion. - Pass the salad.

They have a baby on the way.

- Hello. - Have you looked outside?

Oh, Jesus, Mellie.

We replaced 60, 50 percent of the bad lumber with Doug fir.

Well, what about the studs? And those headers upstairs? I'm nauseous.

Oh, for the hundredth time, I done a ton of houses...

...using the same construction...

...before these sob sisters took over the building department...

...and I'm not losing any sleep.

Lunch.

- Mortadella and prov. - That's Chrissy.

The mysterious stranger.

- Hey. - Long time.

Sit.

I had to drop Eli off at physical therapy.

I thought I'd check in on the brain trust here.

- Sit, play a hand. - Yeah, don't be shy, Shylock.

- I got a little time. Why not? - "Why not," he says.

Did you hear the one about the Jewish terrorist?

He was gonna hijack a plane, but he didn't wanna use his miles.

- You want a sandwich? - No, I just ate, thanks.

He's not here to eat.

He's here for the rent. The rent, the rent.

What are you talking about?

You know what? I'll have a beer.

- Here you go. - Will you stop already?

That should get me through another week, right?

I got some spare change here too.

It's a joke.

Where's that sense of humor?

Should put this in the pot, make things interesting.

I'll take a shot at that.

- Let's play. - Let's see it.

- Are you sure you did it right? - Yes, and it's normal.

Maybe it was the Kung Pao.

- Get me a drink. - Sure, alcohol, that's good for it.

Get one yourself.

It's not the fucking MSG. It's Tony Soprano.

You know, he really helped when I was in the hospital.

- Never lend friends money, Eli. - He still won't pay?

That's the least of it.

He's all worked up or something.

And I don't like the way he talks. Hostile remarks.

It's not like him.

Makes me worry.

Yeah, I can see that. What are you thinking?

Come on. Tony's not gonna hurt you.

Yeah.

You've seen how these Italians work.

For the most part, it's okay.

Get them cornered...

...you're dealing with nothing more than an animal.

What, do you think he's gonna kill you now?

I don't fucking know.

He's the guy I call to deal with people like him.

- He's a rich man. He'll pay. - Minus assets...

...I'd say under six.

- Come on, he's a boss. - I've known him a long time.

Money goes in one hand and right out the other.

The more he makes, the more he spends. That wife?

Eli, at what point is it cheaper for him...

...to settle it another way?

Come on, Lisa.

- That's three in a row, assholes. - I'm bumping up here.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Roger will take care of you from here on. Enjoy the Borgata.

Yeah, right. Time to go.

- Along with the chips. - Yeah, we're up about 18.

I could go for a rib eye, Flintstone size.

Oh, no kidding. Why, because I'm up?

- Holy shit. - What?

Batavia, in the fifth. Two-to-1.

Meadow Gold in the fifth.

We gotta do that.

Three minutes to post.

- Glenlivet, rocks. - Seven and seven.

What do you have on tap?

Give him a beer, anything.

Fuck it, I don't wanna miss this.

Batavia, here we go.

- Where's the goddamn sound? - The boss put 18 plus on this.

- Maybe 25. - Yeah?

What the fuck's your problem?

Nothing, I'm excited. Now, what do you want?

All right, they're running here. Where's the fucking sound?

- It's on, Ton. - Rounding the clubhouse...

All right, go, girl.

- Go, you fucking nag. - Come on, girl.

Come on, Med.

There you go.

- Come on, baby. - She's in the lead.

- She's in the lead. Come on. - Come on. Go, girl.

Come to daddy. Come to daddy.

Go, go, go!

Attagirl!

Go, go, go!

And rounding the turn, Swelligant, Meadow Gold, Mestizo...

...Kir Royale and Smoosh Baby falling back.

It's Swelligant and Meadow Gold.

- Kir Royale on the outside. - Come on, baby!

Swelligant and Meadow Gold.

- Swelligant and Meadow Gold... - Fucking go!

...and it's Swelligant by a nose.

Meadow Gold to place, Kir Royale rounding out the top.

Mestizo, Smoosh Baby in the five spot.

- By a cunt hair, Tony. - Heartbreaker.

What are you gonna do, huh?

Madam, your desert.

- I didn't order nothing. - I ordered for you.

You know I'm trying to watch my weight.

What is this?

Oh, my God.

Anthony...

You like it?

It's gorgeous.

I don't know what to say.

Look, I know you're scared, okay?

I mean, all the problems you had with Hector's dad. I'm not like that.

I know. It's not just that.

Well, what then? I'm gonna work my ass off.

You know I'll always take care of you guys.

In three months I've made night manager of the pizzeria.

In another three I'll be in charge of the day shifts too.

A couple of years, I'll own a chain of restaurants, clubs.

You'll never have to work again.

- Look, I love you. - I love you too.

So marry me then. And we'll have kids.

I mean, you always say you want Hector to have brothers and sisters.

Okay.

- Can I get you some coffee? - No, I think it's time for our talk here.

So, what happened at school today?

- I get blamed for everything. - The girl was developmentally disabled.

Uncle Phil said he talked to you.

He's just wasting his breath?

Is that what you're telling us?

Look, this trouble you're causing...

...I'm very disappointed, because you always were a good kid.

- You don't even know me. - What is that supposed to mean?

Sometimes you call me Carlo Jr.

All I know is I couldn't shut your dad up about what a good kid you were.

- We were friends, you know. - Butt buddies?

Oh, you're being funny. That's good.

Because I'm sure you miss him a lot...

...whatever he was.

And now I'm gonna say some things...

- ...you're gonna look at me... - I'm not moving to fucking Maine.

You think anybody wants that?

You know how much that's gonna cost your mother?

- Whatever. - Listen to me.

Okay? I'm not some fucking social worker.

Now, you knock this weird shit off...

...or I'll introduce you to a plate-glass window.

Somebody should have told my dad to knock off the weird shit.

You go about in pity for yourself.

What about your mother? What she's been through?

What am I supposed to do about it?

Look, your dad's gone, okay? You're the man of the house now.

Start fucking acting like it.

You get me?

Well, I just got back from the closing.

Come here.

We should pop the champagne, or, I don't know, go out or something.

Oh, maybe, I don't know.

- Why not? - You know why not, Tony.

- It's upsetting, this whole thing. - Jesus, the lumber again?

Carm, your cousin Brian has fucked over a lot of people. Trust me.

So how much in the end? All in?

Well, after construction, the purchase of the land...

...closing costs, it must be close to six.

You know what you should do?

You should take a chunk of that and put it on the Jets.

Oh, yes, very funny.

- I'm serious. We can't get hurt. - Oh, it's we now?

It's a sure thing. Celia, she works at the Bing...

...she's got a sister lives in San Diego...

...she's an osteopath, and she says that the Chargers' qb...

...has a hairline fracture in his right leg.

And even Vegas doesn't know about it.

I didn't say all of it. You know, just a piece of my half.

You're rich, Tony. Use some of those bundles to cover it.

That money's for emergencies only, Carm, you know that.

And my other money's tied up in asset allocation.

- What is that? - Listen to me, okay?

This is the gravy.

Windfall cash.

This is the kind of shit you play with.

I'm telling you. We are golden here.

Listen, listen.

Forget it.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

I mean it.

It's all right. It's just I thought this was my money.

You're right. You're right.

It is.

Renata?

- What? - Go to the bedroom and lock the door.

- Hesh, what's going on? - Do as I ask.

- What are you doing here? - Nice to see you too.

Oh, I was watching CNN. Fucking Hezbollah.

We're running down to the boat show in Edison.

- Thought you might wanna join. - I'd love to...

...but Renata's got a migraine.

That's too bad.

The vig. Three grand. Should put us up to date.

Listen, I can't take this. Give it all to me whenever you can.

- You're gonna do this every time? - Whatever you say.

Sit down. Have a drink.

- We should get going, probably. - Okay. But next time.

- For sure? - Yeah, next time I'll call first.

Did you see that pissy attitude?

Come all the way out here to pick him up...

...not to mention give him his fucking vig in person.

I mean, do you believe this fucking guy?

You should tell him to go fuck himself and his 200K.

What's he gonna do about it?

To not pay my debts? Head of the family?

- How's that gonna look? - Who's gonna know?

- It's like Eddie Valentine. - The guy from Philly?

With the polio leg and the built-up shoe?

No, from the fucking Twilight Zone. You must have seen that one.

He's a smalltime hood, he gets shot...

Maybe you should start sucking cock instead of watching TV Land...

...because Vito brought in three times what you do on construction.

Yeah.

And I didn't have this fucking problem.

God fucking damn it!

What?

That's good, right?

No. I only bet 10.

- But you won. - What did I say?

What did I tell you? It's a sure thing.

You talk about this crap like it's science, Tony.

- I lost a lot of fucking money. - You didn't lose.

We could have turned your bullshit into a fucking million dollars.

My bullshit?

That spec house was my investment.

- For my future. - Here we go.

Ginny Sack had to move in with her fucking daughter, Tony.

Again with Ginny Sack, huh?

John provided. She's a fucking hysteric.

Did you ever think I might know what I'm doing?

You and the furniture and the clothes and the cars.

You would have spent everything I made! If I let you.

You know what? The next time you win, I'll take a cut...

...and I'll roll the fucking dice.

You already took your cut, from the bird feeder.

And don't fucking deny it again.

What, 40 grand on the stock market?

I'd ask for my piece, but wait, there's nothing.

And that spec house? I made the down payment.

I bought the materials. I leaned on that building inspector...

...when you had your thumb up your ass.

So stop talking about your money!

Let go of me, you piece of shit!

You're a shitty businesswoman who built a piece-of-shit house...

...that's gonna cave in and kill that fucking unborn baby any day!

And now you can't sleep.

Go fuck yourself!

When I'm gone, you can live in a fucking dumpster for all I care.

I was so "I told you, dude."

At three-point range, there's no way the ball would hit the rim.

- That was the worst pass. - Get lost.

- You're such a ball hog. - Yeah, whatever.

Hey, nobody drop the soap. Spaz-a-fuckwit's in the house.

Hey, you can see his pussy.

What the fuck you looking at, fag?

- What the fuck? - He shit.

- Oh, God. - Jesus, what's wrong with you?

He stepped in it.

- Gross! - He shit in the fucking shower!

Are you crazy?

Cocksucker's Corvair Monza is still in his garage...

...so we boost the piece of shit.

We're heading down Communipaw Avenue...

...and the fucking thing starts to do-si-do...

You got word on the power tools?

What? Yeah. Spics in Florida sending the first truck Friday.

How about Alphonse at the hardware store?

- Ready for the whole load. - Speaking of loads...

...hear the latest on Vito Jr?

- What? - Marie called.

He got expelled because he took a shit in the shower in gym class.

- That sick little fuck. - You should see him, the makeup.

And without school, Marie says he's shut in his room all day.

Probably thinking about how to pull a Columbine.

- But the little girl, you know... - Francesca.

Dad's gone, brother's a psycho, mother's a basket case.

She's 9 years old.

- What the fuck did she ever do? - Tragedy.

Like a pebble in a lake. Even the fish feel it.

It's not right.

Vito was one of us.

So he sucked a cock. Prior to that, he was our friend.

Can't just cut his family loose.

That piece of shit, Phil, he's never gonna pony up.

And I'll tell you what, I will never, never forget that he didn't come through here.

- Never. - Let it go, Ton.

- This is good of you, Ton, helping Marie. - I'll always remember it.

All right, let's go. I gotta swing by Slava's...

...liquefy some offshore monies.

Yeah, dude. Vamos al Latino Day Parade.

Yeah.

Hey, Jesus, you got out of work early.

I need to talk to you.

Why? What's the matter?

- What's this? - Your clothes.

I just did laundry a couple days ago.

It's not laundry.

No, Papi, stay.

What are we doing? What about the parade?

I'm going with my brother.

- What? - I need to give this back to you.

I can't keep it.

But why? I mean, I love you.

I love you too, Anthony.

Look, I don't know. Maybe I don't.

All's I know is I just don't feel it.

Did you hear about this thing with the Dolphins' kicker?

He went under a whole truck.

Yeah, fucking motorcycles, huh?

Helmet saved his life.

- He out for Sunday? - Maybe the whole season.

And the backup kicker? He's right out of college.

- Against Philly. - Too good to be true.

You know what? I'm gonna put the whole 100K down on Philadelphia.

And if I win, Marie Spatafore gets her free ride and then some.

Yeah, good for you.

Because Carlo said that kid went into the litter box and ate some cat shit.

No, he took a shit, in the shower.

Glad we got that straight.

Hell of a finish.

Injuries, even tragedy, unable to stop Miami.

Final score, Miami 21, Philadelphia 7.

When you get special team support like that...

...it makes all the difference. And also, when you see...

Hey, Marie. How you holding up?

He snuck out again last night.

Like I told you, I want to help.

God bless you, Tony, because I don't know what else to do.

Well, I do.

There's this camp in Idaho, and they handle kids like him.

- Idaho? - You know, like tough love?

You know?

Saw it on TV, and honestly...

...I was moved to tears by some of the success stories.

- It's a camp? - A school camp.

Tony...

...they allow corporal punishment.

His guidance counselor told me about those places...

...and they're in Utah and Idaho...

...because state law allows them to strike the kids.

But that's just for the deterrent factor.

Look, it's 18 grand, but I'm gonna take care of it for you, so don't worry.

There's no geographical solution to an emotional problem, Marie.

Maine, wherever.

- Marie? - Yeah?

I know it's hard, but it's the best thing for him.

- Okay? - Thank you, Tony.

- Okay, just make sure you're done. - I'm all over it, Tony.

All right, Tony.

Hey, Ton, isn't that...? What's-their-names?

Used to hang out at the Bing.

- Wake up, Vito. - What?

Vito, my name is Steve. I'm here to help you.

You're gonna come with us now, all right?

- Come on. - Mom?

- No, let me go. No. Mom. - Come on. Hey.

- Let me go. - It's all right.

- It's gonna be okay. - Mom, no!

I'm so sorry, honey.

- Stop. Let me go. Mom, help me. - It'll be okay.

Hey, you have to be strong. You're doing the right thing.

- Who are you? - Franny, go back to bed.

Mrs. Spatafore, really, he's gonna be fine.

- No! - I'm sorry, honey.

No.

- Oh, God. - No! Stop!

This one coming right down to the buzzer.

Stackhouse draining a three-pointer...

...as time ran out, leading Dallas to a 109-to-108 victory...

...over the visiting San Antonio Spurs.

A sterling effort for sure, but you really can't...

So, what, we're not speaking now?

Listen, come here.

What?

Sit down.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

You did real good with that house.

And I should know, I'm in construction.

Well, I'm glad to hear you approve.

I have been losing. I'm fucking losing right now.

Real shitty streak.

So your solution is to risk more and make things even worse?

Well, you start chasing it.

And every time you get your hands around it...

- ...you fall further backwards. - So this is about money?

Because it didn't feel like it.

Carm, I swear to you, you're not gonna be like Ginny.

I've been real good about that, and frankly, it's not gonna happen to us.

And I hate that you're going around acting all the time like it will.

I worry, Tony, I do.

You already got shot.

Now you won't even go down and get the paper. Who is out there?

- Come on... - What is it?

What are the million other possibilities?

The FBI waiting to take you away?

Right? You eat and you play...

...and you pretend like there's not a giant piano hanging by a rope...

...just over the top of your head every minute of every day.

See, that's it, okay? I've been thinking about this.

Now, I survived a fucking gunshot wound.

- What are the odds on that? - Terrible.

So if you think about it, big-picture-wise, I'm up.

What?

Way up.

That was me, not a fireboat.

Ten-thirty.

Ten-thirty. What would you like for breakfast?

Renata?

Renata?

Oh, God, Renata.

Wait, wait, Renata.

Renata?

Renata, please. Oh, wait.

- Renata? Renata? - 911. What's the emergency?

She was a great girl.

Thanks.

The best.

I brought your money.

Sorry for your loss.