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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?