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♪ You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun ♪

♪ Your mama always said
You'd be the chosen one ♪

♪ She said
"You're one in a million ♪

♪ And you've got to burn
To shine" ♪

♪ But you were born
Under a bad sign ♪

♪ With a blue moon
In your eyes ♪

♪ And you woke up this morning
And all that love had gone ♪

♪ Your papa never told you
About right and wrong ♪

♪ But you're looking good Baby ♪

♪ I believe that
You're afeelin' fine ♪

♪ No shame about it ♪

♪ Born under a bad sign ♪

♪ With a blue moon
In your eyes ♪

♪ Sing it now ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ You got a blue moon ♪

♪ Got a blue moon In your eyes ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ You say you woke up
This morning ♪

♪ The world turned Upside down ♪

♪ Lordy, brother
Things ain't been the same ♪

♪ Since the blues
Walked in our town ♪

♪ But you're one in a million ♪

♪ 'Cause you got
That shotgun shine ♪

♪ No shame about it
Born under a bad sign ♪

♪ With a blue moon
In your eyes, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ Got yourself a gun ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪
♪ Got yourself a gun ♪

♪ Got yourself a gun ♪

While you were sleeping
we found out

Hunter Scangarelo
got into Reed College.

Sayonara.

Can't you be happy for Hunter?
Reed was her first choice.

She'd die if she didn't get in.

Why do you always
think everything

has something to do with me?

Because you didn't
get in anywhere.

Anthony, nobody is hearing
anything for months.

Hunter took early acceptance,
so she found out early.

But that meant she could
only apply to the one college.

Your sister, on the other hand,
gave herself a lot of options,

such as Bowdoin,
Holy Cross, Georgetown.

You know that Georgetown
is a total reach for me.

Oh, please, they'd be crazy
not to want you.

If I can get in there,

that means I can get
into Berkeley.

Over my dead body.

There are more
Nobel Prize winners

in the San Francisco Bay Area
than anywhere on the planet.

Nobel Prize for what,
packing fudge?

Look, you know
that you can go anywhere

you want to go to college.

But I'll tell you where I'm not
gonna pay for, and that's Berkeley.

I want to go to Harvard
or West Point.

Well, you may get to see them
on television, but that's about it.

You want to go to a college like
that, you gotta crack the books.

Stockings, Chris.

How many you think
you gotta sell

to even pay the nut
on this place?

How can I
express how little I give a fuck?

Shh! Shh! What's that?

Fucking rent-a-jake.

Want me to cave
the rest of your head in?

All right, that's bent enough.

Get the crowbar, pop the plate.

Sean, without fail, every time
we're on a fucking job.

The adrenaline
affects everybody differently.

Big Pussy Bonpensiero,
he started out as a cat burglar.

One time he left a load so big,

cop thought a bear
was in the place.

Pussy Bonpensiero

started off
chipping safes like this?

Until he stepped up
for Johnny Soprano

during the unrest of '83.

Back then, when you did
something, you got recognized.

Yeah, your time comes,
you either step up

or you start looking
for a new career,

selling stockings doortodoor.

The Profile
Toner is a wonderful,

affordable,
easilyused alternative

to undergoing facelift surgery.

The Profile Toner
is great for any age and any body type,

even for those
hereditary conditions

that you've probably
given up on.

Carm...

why don't you take
a Xanax or something?

What is this obsession
with Berkeley?

What, is she trying
to get away from us?

Absolutely. That's her job.

Yeah, go ahead, laugh.

What are you gonna do
if she gets into Berkeley

and not into Notre Dame
or Georgetown?

She's in the National
Honor Society, for chrissake.

Don't be naive, Tony. Please.

How do you think
Hunter Scangarelo

got into Reed College?

Her uncle, that's how.

Him and his wife are graduates.

Well, that's the only way
that little freak show

was gonna get
into college anyway.

Second baby boom.

Grades, great SAT scores.
It's not enough anymore.

It's all who you know
or how many buildings you give.

So, what do you
want me to do, huh?

♪ We can face the music ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ Dancing in the dark ♪

He here?

Hey.

Someone leave a cage open
at Turtle Back Zoo?

Sit down, for chrissake.

I wanna talk to you
about Beansie Gaeta.

You know,
he may never walk again.

Never say never.

No. Say never.

He's a shopping cart
from here on out.

Well, he gets home from rehab
soon, the poor motherfucker.

You should help him out.

Help him out?

You should build him a ramp
on his house for the wheelchair.

You know,
you can make the place...

whatchama-call-it?

Handicap accessible.

Maybe while I'm over there
I could fuck his wife.

Come on, Richie,
you're a fucking captain now.

And a salute.

So exert a little pressure.

Call that nephew of yours,
Vito, and the other one.

They're in the building
trades, aren't they?

Wait, are you fucking serious?

Richie, it's a gesture.

The man has a lot of friends.

You're out of your
fucking minds.

Don't take that attitude.

Richie, hey, you're gonna
build Beansie a ramp.

I'll build a ramp
up to your ass...

drive a Lionel up in there.

Jeannie, hi.

You putting your roses
to bed, huh?

Carmela, hi. Hi.

I haven't seen you
at spinning class lately.

And I went by, rang the bell a
couple times, you weren't home either.

Really? The other day,

I am at the Willowbrook Mall,

and I see you going
on the down escalator,

and I'm yelling,
"Jeannie, Jeannie."

And that's when I realized
that it was your sister.

You know, didn't she
go to Georgetown?

Georgetown Law,
Georgetown Law Review,

regional secretary of the Georgetown
Alumni Association of Short Hills.

Because, you know, my Meadow
applied to Georgetown.

And I am hoping

and praying to Jesus
that she gets in.

She keeps talking
about Berkeley.

Marone, Berkeley?

College already, huh?

They get big so fast.

Oh, God, is that the time?

Jeannie?

Jeannie, I need
to ask you a favor.

I was wondering if you
would ask your sister

to write Meadow a letter
of recommendation.

Is that too forward?

Well, but she doesn't
really know Meadow.

But you do, and you could
give her Meadow's transcripts,

which are excellent, by the way.

Her paper on
the melting ice cap,

it made me cry,
it was so poignant.

It was published in
"The Daily Caduceus."

My sister, she's so busy,
that's all.

Really, Jean,
if there is any way

you could find your way
to helping me out here.

I'll ask her.

Thank you, Jeannie.

I'll let you get back
to your plants.

Good, good, good, good.

That's it, push up.

Now, bracing yourself
on the bedside hand...

Richie.

Could you excuse us
for a moment, dear?

No.

Are you all right, Mr. Gaeta?

He's fine.

He's so proud, he won't
accept some friendly concern.

Just stay right out in the hall.

What do you want?

Why don't you fucking kill me,
you cocksucker?

For chrissake,
look what you did to me.

Whose idea was the ramp?

What ramp?

The fucking ramp.

If you need help,
I'll fucking help you.

You understand?

You talk to me.

I don't want jack shit from you.

Okay. I'll leave.

But if you go crying
to Tony Soprano one more time,

if you open your mouth...

I'm gonna send your arms
where your legs are.

Liz, let me in,
I gotta see Adriana.

She's not here.

Let me in, I gotta talk to her.

You are not welcome
in this house.

What the fuck, Adriana?
I'm sorry, okay?

How many times
I gotta call here?

Just go away, Christopher.

I hate you. I never want
to speak to you again.

I'm calling the police.

Don't be like that, Adriana.

I love you.
I'm going crazy here.

I miss you.

I'm dialing 911.

Why should I listen to you?

So you can dump another
glass of wine in your soup

and embarrass me in front
of a whole restaurant?

- Give me the phone!
- Go in the other room!

Ow. Ow.

I want to marry you.

- What?
- I mean it, Adriana.

I love you.

I want to marry you.

Got you a ring and everything.

Don't listen to him, Ade.

He's been jerking you around
for three years.

You're wasting your whole youth.

Ma.

Open it.

Sure, I bet it was in
Zane's window this morning.

I bet there's bits
of broken glass in it.

Ma, would you
leave us alone, okay?

Adriana, I hear you
sobbing in your bed at night.

Ma!

When you get hurt next time,

this door is closed to you.

Oh, my God.

Christopher.

It's three carats.

The guy said you could
bring it in,

have it sized or whatever,
if it's loose or anything.

Oh, Christopher!

He had The Mummy
before it was even in the theaters.

Hm?

Oh, look who's here.

I was wondering why
the squirrels went quiet.

This nephew of yours,
he's a real ballbreaker.

I'm telling him about the tapes.

Yeah, these are the real

Hollywood quality broadcast movies.

None of that
timecoding bullshit,

blurry pictures those Nigerians
sell on the streets.

Oh, you're in on this?

Ten thousand units.

What's Johnny Sack say
about that?

Fuck New York.

Well, I'd better run before
that wife of yours gets home.

Besides, I can't be seen
associating with known felons.

What's your excuse for hanging
out with this undesirable?

The terms of my house arrest

allow me to do
my grocery shopping.

Don't put handprints
on the finish!

Oh.

Last of the arugula raab
from the garden.

Don't drench it in oil
this time.

He likes to mop with his bread.
It's not my fault.

So, what brings you to an
English-speaking neighborhood?

Fucking winghead came to see me.

Paulie.

Said I got to build a fucking
ramp on Beansie's house.

Yeah, I know.

Wait, this was your idea?

Jesus Christ, Tony,
is this how you spend your time?

Beansie Gaeta would still
be selling nickel bags

on Jefferson Avenue
if it wasn't for Jackie.

Richie, build Beansie the ramp.

Terrible accident that kid had.

Yeah, it's done.

Come on, come here.

I got something for you.

- What's this?
- "What's this"?

It's the jacket.

The jacket.

The jacket I took off
Rocco DiMeo.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Cocksucker had the toughest
reputation in Essex County,

but he never came back
after I got through with him.

He later died of Alzheimer's.

Oh, yeah?

Try it on.

It's your fucking jacket.

You loved this jacket.

You and my kid brother,

you would've killed
for this jacket.

Silk lining,
fine Corinthian leather.

Nobody believed with my size
I could carry this jacket.

But with the belt
it was like Rommel.

It's a nice jacket.

It's a beautiful jacket.

But it's yours to have now.

- Why?
- I gotta let go of the past.

Like the Tao says,

"You got to shut one door
before another one can open."

Is that so hard to do?
All right. You did it.

That's it, that's it.

Oh!

Huh?

Perfect.

You look like Robert Evans
over here.

Thanks.

Is that all Tony said?

Did he say anything else?

What the fuck
do you want him to do?

Give you a kiss on the lips?

He said, "Nice wagon,
where's his end?"

To kick upstairs to Tony
Soprano would be an honor.

He the man.

Thought you said I was the man.

He the man, I the man.
Who the man?

Are we not men?

Oh, listen,

Tony's cut from this thing
and that one,

that comes out of your end,
not mine.

That's how it is
in the beginning.

Yeah. The dues concept.
We're down with that.

Right, Gis'? Yeah.

I laid out my whole take
on the diamond for Ade anyway.

Adriana La Cerva.
There's one booyah hottie.

She loves me, and these are
her childbearing years.

I don't see myself
getting married, though.

I get all the ho cake I need,

and I can hire somebody
to wash my dishes

and iron my shirts.

Yeah, I could see that.

No more burritos,
or you're not working with me.

Look at this fucking place.

You imagine spending day
after day in here, year after year?

Can I help you?

Miss Gaeta?

- We're here to put in the ramp.
- What ramp?

For your husband.

You're from Rehab Outreach
at St. Erasmus?

And we're also supposed
to alter the toilets

and widen the doorways
and so on,

to make the house
more wheelchair accessible.

Who sent you over here?

Richie Aprile.

Richie Aprile?

We should be done
by the time Beansie's home

from the hospital, Mrs. Gaeta.

Get out of here.

I don't want anything
to do with that man

after what he did to Peter.

She's got her problems,

but I'm not gonna tell Richie
this is not getting done.

- Richie.
- Donny!

Rich, this is Matthew
Bevilaqua and Sean Gismonte.

They're both from West Orange.

We're back to using Drinkwater.

It's fucking good
to meet you, Richie.

My cousin Louis Gismonte,
he worked with you

at the prison sign shop
at East Jersey State.

Oh, yeah, Lou.

5'8", about 225.

I'm taking them over
to my Uncle Joey's lot

to look at IROCs,

and they asked if they could
come by and say hello first.

You've been doing some things
with Christopher Moltisanti, huh?

Yeah, you know, this and that.

The attitude on that
camelnose fuck.

He ever lays his hand
on my niece again,

I'm gonna tear him apart
piece by piece.

Camel nose!

You can't make that shit up.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I just did.

Did you ever notice
he's the only motherfucker

who can smoke a cigarette
in the rain

with his hands tied
behind his back?

That nose is like
a natural canopy.

The kid has his good points.

Yeah, I'm not saying
anything against him.

He's my homie.

Your what?

He lives up near me.

Well, why didn't you say that?

If you want to talk
like a fucking moolinyan,

we'll send you
to slipandfall school.

Fellas, come on.
Time's up, let's go, huh?

Richie, it was good meeting you.

If there's ever anything
you can do for me, let me know.

Hi.

Oh, my God, did we have a lunch?

I'm rushing out the door
to a deposition.

I was in the neighborhood.

Downtown Newark?

I think I goofed, Joannie.

I don't know how I got
into this conversation.

But Carmela Soprano,
from next door,

trapped me and asked me
if I'd ask you

to write her daughter a letter
of recommendation to Georgetown.

The gangster's wife?

I'm sorry.

She just blindsided me
in the backyard,

and what was I supposed to say?

That I'm busy? Which I am.

That I don't even know the girl?

Come on, you met Meadow.
Fourth of July.

At our barbecue.

That's not what I mean.

Jeannie, you can't
expect me to do this.

It's just a letter.

Bruce just wrote one to U.V.M.

You do it all the time.

Bring gangsters onto
the Georgetown campus?

I don't think so.

Oh, spare me
the elitist bullshit.

They're my neighbors.

Have you lost your mind?

Carmela asked me, Joan.

What, are you frightened?

What do you think
they're gonna do,

put you in cement boots
over a college application?

It's not that.
It's a question of manners.

What am I supposed to say?

That I'm writing a letter
for someone else, which I am.

A wonderful young Dominican boy
from the projects

with a 5.2 average.

I have a reputation to protect.

I knew you wouldn't do it.

You want to be a doormat
for the rest of your life?

Just deal with it,
Jeannie, okay?

It's no trouble at all
to add two more,

especially with Miss Meadow
among the missing.

No, don't be silly.

We just dropped by to pick up
some of

Ma's furniture
from the basement.

"Ma" now?

Come over and sit
with me and Anthony,

and let Janice's friend
sit at the foot.

Grandpa, after dinner,
Hot Wheels?

Oofah.

Mm, something smells good.

See? It's much cozier this way.
The more, the merrier.

This is what it's all about.

Friends, family.

That's what I missed
all those years.

You are always welcome, Richie.

I hope everyone's hungry
for crown roast.

- Oh, let me help you.
- No, Ma, sit down, sit down.

Janice, sit. I have
everything under control.

Oh, Janice, sit.

Really, sit.

Hey, how's the jacket?

What jacket?

I gave your little brother
a beautiful leather jacket.

You still liking
the jacket, Ton'?

It's terrific, Rich.

Excuse me,
I gotta get the Ginsu.

- What jacket?
- Belt and all...

Where's my knife?

I want to compliment you
on your behavior out there.

Hey, I want him
where I can see him.

That's what we mean
when we say family.

I'm sorry. I know I'm late.

I said you could stay
overnight at Hunter's,

not miss Sunday dinner.

I said I'm sorry.
You could've paged me.

Was there any mail yesterday?

It's right there
where it always is.

But go set yourself a place.
We have company.

What happened to this?

- Hello?
- Carmela? Hi.

It's Jeannie Cusamano.

Oh, hi. Hi, how are you?

Listen, Carmela,
I spoke to my sister

about the letter for Meadow,

and she's sorry,
but she just can't do it.

I'm sorry.

She can't? Why not?

Well, because she already wrote
a letter for someone else.

A wonderful young Dominican man

from the housing projects
with a 5.2 average

and a crack addict mother,

and cerebral palsy.

So, what does that mean?
She can't send two?

Did you think about asking one
of the priests at the church?

A letter from Father Intintola
would probably mean even more,

I bet, especially at Georgetown.

I gotta go. Bye.

Good luck.

Who was that?

Can't send two what, Mom?

It's nothing.

Joan?

I know you said you didn't
want to be interrupted,

but there's a Carmela Soprano
here to see you.

You're kidding.

She's not in your daytimer.
You want me to handle it?

Christ.

Send her in.

Excuse me.

Joan, hi.

Is this a bad time?

Always.

Come on in.

Ricott' pie with pineapples.

Oh, well!

I was in the neighborhood.

My mother's foot surgeon
is over here, so...

Oh, thank you.

Listen, Carmela,
I think I know why you're here.

My sister told me you wanted me
to write a letter to Georgetown

for, um... Fielder, is it?

- Uh, Meadow.
- Oh, sorry.

But I just can't do it.

Well, I thought you
would at least want

to take a look at her grades
and her SAT scores,

and some teacher comments
before you made up your mind.

I think she would be
a wonderful addition

to the Georgetown campus.

Then I'm sure the admissions
officers will see that.

Well, I'm not sure that's true.

The sad fact is that's
just not enough these days.

I'm sorry, Carmela,
but I can't do it.

I don't think you understand.

I want you to write that letter.

Excuse me?

I said I want you
to write the letter.

Are you threatening me?

Threat? What threatening?

I brought you a ricott' pie
and high school transcripts

so you could write a letter
of recommendation

for my little daughter
to Georgetown.

I'm an officer of the court.

A lawyer.

Don't make me beg here.

I've already written
my last letter of support

for this academic year.

Well, how about this?

I thought you could write
a letter to Georgetown,

tell them that you've discovered

that Georgetown was not
that person's first choice,

and that in fact he was using
Georgetown as a backup...

I'm not gonna tell you
what to write.

Oh, my God, I left my mother
in the car with that foot.

Thanks for this.

Ask the kid to fix me a burger.

- Holy fuck. That's him.
- Shit.

We should've at least
said hello.

Or asked him what time it was
or something.

Think we should go in?

Wait, you got...

How do I look?

Good.

Your hair, though, you... Yeah.

Hey. Hi, Tony.
How the fuck's it going?

How you doing?

Matt Drinkwater,
Ivo Bevilaqua's nephew.

My partner, Sean Gismonte.

We're friends of Christopher.

We worked the executive
card game.

Yeah, I know. How you doing?

That dancer, Destinee,
out there?

I'd like to break my dick off
in that ass of hers, huh?

Just so you know,
Chrissy spoke to us

about you wanted we should
give you a taste from those tapes...

JesusfuckingChrist,

you stupid little
shit-eating twat.

You ever hear of wiretaps?

Look what you did.

Because you made me
do all the talking.

You always do that.

You get all quiet,

you leave me hanging in the
motherfucking cocksucking wind.

What is so important

you're gonna make a man late
for the first post?

We heard from Gia Gaeta

your little nephews
ripped up the house

and then haven't
been back there.

I needed the guys to do some
work on Janice's mother's house.

Which, all due respect,

is also your boss's
mother's house.

Gentlemen.

Ton'.

These guys, they won't shut
up about this fucking ramp.

Richie, relax, sit down.

I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

Where's the jacket?

You're not wearing the jacket.

It's in the car.
What, you want it back?

I gave Tony a jacket
I took off Rocco DiMeo.

Cocksucker had a reputation

as being the toughest guy
in Essex County.

But he didn't come back here
when I got through with him.

And then we were
doing an interview,

and I asked if I could do it...

Carmela?

Oh. Hi.

Hi.

Jean, hi, come on in.

Your plate.

My sister said
the ricotta pie was delicious,

and the family loved it.

She also said that she reviewed
Meadow's transcripts,

and she was knocked the fuck out

by those teacher
recommendations.

She sat right down and wrote
a terrific letter to Georgetown.

- That's wonderful.
- Yeah.

Do you have a copy?

No, but I'll get you one.
No problem.

Thank you so much.

Jean, you are
a wonderful friend.

Mwah.

Did I tell you
how impressed Joan was

with Meadow's transcripts?

You did, thank you.

Howie T, bro.
Blood's flaying on the mix.

We ought to score some WEGAs,

kick the fucking bass up
on this TV.

What the fuck? What's that?

Fuck, it's that fucking zip
Furio and somebody.

What the fuck? Let him in
before he kicks the door down.

Furio, right?

We're here for the money.

The money?

The boss money.

Oh, the money. Okay, yeah, sure.

Sean, get Tony's money.

It's right here.

HDTV compatible.

You guys want
something to drink?

Beer, soda?

Just the money.

Ten percent, right?
$7,500. It's all there.

Give me $1,000.

$1,000 more?

Christopher said 10%.

$1,000.

I can't fucking believe this.

You're ripping us off
for a g-note.

This is bullshit.

Come on, hurry up.

What'd you say to him?

Have a nice day.

Jesus fucking mother of
Christ, Christopher.

You want one?

No, I'll have a puff of yours.

Man.

I know.

If I knew it was gonna keep
getting better and better,

I would have asked you
to marry me sooner.

Like it wasn't always good?

Ow!

Christopher.

What?

Nothing, just... I love my ring.

T was right.

He set me straight,
that shit he said to me.

No more distractions.

Focus.

No drugs. Eye on the prize.

I'm back on track, Adriana.

I'm rededicating myself
right down the line.

I don't know
why we always fight.

It's my fault.

I don't communicate my needs.

We waste so much time.

You're right.

Let's not...

I love you so much.

I love you too.

Lilliana, can you get that?

Richie?

What a surprise.
What brings you this way?

How are you today, dear?

Mwah.

This is to thank you
for Sunday dinner.

Some tripe and tomatoes I made.

We gotta be the only two
people who still "like-a tripe-a."

Oh, my God, Richie, thank you.

It's for you, for later,
for dinner.

For whatever you want
to do with it.

Oh, my God, the kids are gonna
freak out when they see this.

I just made some fresh drip,
do you want a cup?

Sure, why not?

So, Richie, you and Par...

Janice... this is
no flash in the pan.

Yeah, it's ironic
how life works.

She goes to Sri Lanka
or wherever.

I go where I went.

And here we are,

back where we started
20 years ago.

For every shoe there is a mate.

Mrs. Carmela.

Sorry, but my husband has come

to get the extra TV set
from the basement

you said I could have.

Sure, go right ahead.

If there is one thing
we don't lack around here,

it's television sets.

Lilliana, the remote
is down there somewhere too.

It's on the shelves.

Hello, Missus.

Thank you for TV.

Oh, Stasiu, please, enjoy.

The poor thing.

In Poland, he was
a mechanical engineer.

Here, he's driving a cab.

Richie, what's the matter?
You all right?

Nah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I gotta go.

Answering machine.

Frigging Christopher.
Where is he?

He's always here.

This is fucked.

What?

This. Us. Look at us.

We're like two fucking
scared rabbits or something.

- Douchebags.
- Don't say that.

Sean, for chrissakes,
grow up to reality.

We are nowhere.

Buying fish, punching safes?

What is that, and for what?

We're just getting started.
It's what you do.

We got stockbroker licenses.
I went to Pace College.

Fuck.

It's true, huh?

We're fucked.

We gotta do something
to get ahead in this world.

Mom, I don't believe it,
and don't try to deny it!

I told you not to let
Lilliana into my room!

Look at the money they waste
on these CDROMs.

"Mindspring." "Earthlink."
What are these, exactly?

I don't know,
and don't change the subject.

It's my room!

There were clothes
a foot deep on the floor.

You had half the bath towels
in there.

Don't exaggerate.

Wet. It was starting to smell.

It's my room,
and if I want it like that,

that's the way I want it!

I don't bitch you out
about your room.

Your room is in my house.

And as long as you live
in my house,

there are gonna be limits.

Well, I won't be here for long.
I'm 18 years old!

I'm going to be going
to college soon.

I can take care of myself.
So just bug out, okay?

Oh, you can?

That's right!

You know what?

You're right.

You are right.

You can take care of yourself.

Thank you.

You're gonna be going off all on
your own to a wonderful college.

What right do I have
to interfere?

What's going on?

Nothing I can think of.

Except it's Tuesday, 3:00.

So we gotta talk
about something.

Okay, spin the wheel.

Here's something
that's been bothering me.

I gave my daughter a car.

- Really?
- Yeah. Used car.

One of those SUVs.
You know, a '92 Pathfinder.

See, the thing is, it belonged
to a friend of hers from school,

and it came into my possession
because of a debt incurred to me

by the kid's father,

and this is the way
he elected to make payment.

You gave her her friend's car.

It was a nice, safe car,

to which I had the pink slip.

What's bothering you?

I must've known that she'd know

that it was
this fucking kid Eric's car,

and, uh, how I got it.

You know, and she'd freak out.

Then why'd you give it to her?

I don't know.

I mean, for all these years
I've been shielding her

and protecting her
from certain truths.

So now, what,
I want to rub her nose in it?

Any thoughts on that?

Well, this kid's father,

he's a fucking
degenerate gambler.

But he's also a respected
businessman in the community,

and everything
that goes along with that.

One of your Happy Wanderers.

How do you remember this shit?

So it becomes my fault
that he lost his kid's car?

I gotta look out for him
'cause he's a sick bastard?

My friend Artie Bucco's
got a restaurant, right?

Now, believe me,
no one's telling him

to refuse a plate
of fettuccine to some fat fuck

that wanders in that's
eating himself to death.

Maybe that's what you were
saying to your daughter.

- What?
- By giving her the SUV,

wanting her to confront
some of these moral ambiguities.

English.

Meadow's going to be going
away to college next year.

Yeah, that's why
she needs the car.

Leaving the nest.

Not those fucking ducks again.

Maybe you were
preparing her for reality,

teaching her to fly.

No, you people are something.

I gave my little daughter a car
to rub her face in shit,

and you're telling me
I did something noble?

We're getting to something here.

Time's up.

Look, we still have time,
and we're doing good work.

What? You feel you're cured?

Fine, I'll sit here.

But I got nothing else to say.

Yeah, you called me?

Oh, get the fuck
out of here, Paulie.

I'm supposed to go
all the way over there

to check on a fucking ramp?

Yo, Christopher, what's up?

Hey, what's up, man?

- Get that motherfucker!
- Ah!

Let's get him! Seat belt!

Fucking seat belt!

Sean!

Richie!

Yeah, what?

Matt Drinkwater, Bevilaqua.

You hear what happened
to Christopher Moltisanti?

Yeah, somebody blew him up.

Yeah, it was us. Me and Sean.

It was what? You?

Sean is fucking dead.
Christopher killed him.

So, what the fuck
are you doing here?

We did it for you, as a favor.

What the fuck are you
talking about?

- Because you don't like him.
- So what?

He hit your niece.

Jesus, are you fucking crazy?

That's all I need now,

for that two-faced
ungrateful fuck

to think I had any part of this.

You gotta help me, man.

I'll help you.

I'll fucking help you!

You gotta hide me.
I'm with you now.

Who told you to do that?

Get out of here, you dumb fuck!

I'll kill you!

How can this happen?

How could this happen?