All language subtitles for The.Sopranos.S02E02.Do.Not.Resuscitate.1080p.HMAX.WEB-DL.DD.2.0.H.264-SLiGNOME

( theme music playing )

♪ 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 a-feelin' 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 ♪

( breathing heavily )

( door buzzes open )

Three fuckin' weeks
it takes to put me
on your visitor's list?

Just be careful.

These motherless fucks
listen to everything.

A nephew's
visiting his uncle...

who loves him.

I got nothing to say to you.

So many tragedies
and near tragedies
to those close to you, huh?

Don't be so fucking smart.

Things could have gone
the other way, my little nephew.

Yeah, but they didn't.

What's all this shit
I'm hearing about your heart?

This problem you and me had...

I want you to know your mother
had nothing to do with it.

- She's dead to me.
- She's a sick woman.

- She don't have
all her marbles.
- Who the fuck are you kidding?

It's killing you
that people are talking...

that an old woman
made an asshole out of you.

Not half so bad
as certain rumors

floating around this place
about you.

How Tony Soprano likes
to fluff up his mother's pillow

so she can get
a nice long sleep.

Who said that?

You want to make all this
nonsense disappear?

Make peace with her.

It'll look like no bad blood.
It'll be good for all of us.

No fucking way.

You tell that fat fuck, Bacala,

tell him to come out
from his mouse hole.

I want to see him tomorrow.

What for?

James Jr.:
The black man
industrialized the north,

but we're still
fighting for jobs.

Man:
That's right!

James Jr.:
Over 25 joint-fitters
on this work site,

not a black man to be found.

( angry shouting )

Man:
Tell them, Reverend!

James Jr.:
I'll tell you why.

Black joint-fitters,
like all black artisans,

have been shut out
of the unions.

( angry shouting )

Out of work while
their white joint-fitter

is filling his stomach.

My father put his life
on the line for this country.

Man:
We know it!

Come on up here, Papa.

- ( applause )
- Somebody help my papa
on up here.

This is my papa!

Fought in World War II,
the war against tyranny.

Came home to establish
his own tabernacle.

But when he came home,

I said when he came home,

he had to fight a different
kind of war all over again.

Talk to them, Papa.
Talk to the people, Papa.

( applause )

Man:
Preach, Papa!

Since then we have
spilled our blood in Korea,

Vietnam and Iraq.

Tell them.

Every time, I say,

"Sweet Jesus, let them
do right by our boys

when they get back here."

But somebody forgot
to tell the man.

( crowd shouting )

Now, you know
what I'm talking about.

- ( angry shouting )
- Man: Tell them, Reverend!

Yes. Oh, yes,
I'm gonna tell them.

I'm gonna tell them
no more cutting us out.

All:
No more!

- No more!
- No more!

You hear that, Mr. Massarone
Brothers Construction?

- ( angry shouting )
- ( truck horn blares )

No more!

- Somebody tell me what we want!
- All: Jobs!

James Jr.:
When do we want them?

- All: Now! Jobs!
- Want do we want?

Janice:
Hey, Mead, I'm going to visit

she whose name
may not be uttered.

You wanna come?

Grandma? You mean like now?

Well, I'd really like to,
but I gotta study my French.

Stupid verbs.

No biggie.

Hey. I want to talk to you.

What the fuck were you doing
with that real estate sign?

Oh, yeah, I wanted to talk
to you about that.

I'm selling Ma's house,
you understand, Janice?

I put that fucking sign
back in the fucking ground,

and that's it,
end of discussion, period!

You're so left-brain.

Whether the sign's there or not,
the house is still for sale.

The agent still has the listing.

Yeah?

Then what was the sign doing
in the back seat of your car?

And don't try to deny it!

Because I'm trying
to save a little money.

Is that all right?
Do you remember Cathy Fiola?

She was in
my class at Sacred Heart
with the birthmark.

What about her?

She's in real estate now.

She said she'd only charge
a 3% commission.

That's half, Tony, all right?
Thousands of dollars.

I mean, it may not mean
anything to you,

but maybe Ma could use it.

Yeah? Fuck her.

And next time
you disappear for a week,

take that piece of shit and park
it in the fucking street!

This isn't a fucking hotel!

( car engine starts )

We're out of cran-apple,
Mrs. S. Is plain apple okay?

Oh, sure, dear.

Oh! Oh, honey?

Do you suppose you could get me
some strawberry ice cream?

They can't expect me
to eat this tapioca.

I'll see what I can do.

She cracks me up.

Livia:
Well, I can't believe it.

It's my daughter
from California.

It's Seattle, Ma.

Would you like
some of my tapioca?

Good morning. Mwah.

Oh, you reek of cigarettes.

Look at you.

All dressed, out of bed.

You see my hand?

It's all black and blue from
where they stuck in the needle.

That's how you get better.

You don't care.

You weren't here five minutes.

I had to go to the city
for a few days.

I'm pitching my self-help video.

Lady Kerouac,

or Packing for the Highway
to a Woman's Self-Esteem.

You could never stand it here.

You could never stand yourself,
and that's why you ran away.

Let's not go there today, Ma.

( chuckles )

You think it was easy for me?

You don't know the kind of man
your father was.

- What do you mean?
- Nobody knows.

Nobody knows
what I went through.

What about Daddy?

One thing I could tell you,
it would kill him to see me now.

Here's your ice cream, Mrs. S,
then we can take our walk.

Leave me alone, please.

Open the window
and just push me out.

I can't take this anymore.

Mrs. Soprano, what's wrong?
What happened?

She just started crying.

Livia:
You, I know why you're here.

You don't fool me
for a second.

You're here because you want
to take my house.

Ma!

You don't know what goes
through this mind of mine.

- That's for fucking sure!
- Livia: Oh!

Someday I hope you have
children of your own,

and they treat you like this.

I gave my life to my children
on a silver platter.

This is bullshit.

( sobbing )

( car alarm chirps )

Talk to me.

These fucking
ditsoon activists,
they're killing me.

They're picketing
my place 24/7.

Three days
I'm down already.

Who?

Oh, this hard-on,
Reverend Herman James Jr.

He's an old song.

Not enough minorities
doing the joint fitting.

You were told
the Joint-Fitters Union

is under
my uncle's jurisdiction.

I know, but if you could
pave the way for me

to talk to your uncle,

so he could maybe
send some guys down

and, you know,
make it uncomfortable
for these people.

Like you did
with your unions before.

It's gonna cost you.

Besides what you're
already raping me

for those no-show
electrician jobs?

You're not such
a fucking citizen

when you want a construction bid
to go your way, are you, Jack?

Okay, okay, take it easy.

All right,
I'll see what I can do.

In the meantime,
call animal control.

Watch you don't
get followed meeting me.

You're late.

Tony:
Bobby Baccalieri.

The last man standing.

I don't want
to say nothing, Tony.

You don't want to get
yourself in trouble.

A lot of funerals in your corner
of the world, huh, Bobby?

Fucking our boost,
what'd you have to do,
refinance your house?

Don't look at the floor,
Bobby. Look at me.

I want you to talk
to that bald cocksucker

who calls himself
my father's brother.

Tell him I'm gonna let him
keep on earning.

Subsistence level.

He'll be able to pay
his defense lawyers.

Already, let me say for him,
thank you.

Now, Bobby, you're gonna hear
some high-end shit.

And, "A," I hope
you can understand it;

and, "B," I hope you keep it
between this room and Junior.

Because if you don't,
I promise you,

they're gonna find pieces of you
in eight different Dumpsters.

I inherited Junior.

I don't think you got reason
to talk to me this way.

I always liked you.

Bullshit.

But we'll assume you do now.

You tell my uncle that he gets
to keep 5%, 5% of his shy,

his sports betting,

same with the coke.

The Joint-Fitters Union,
it's all his, okay?

Now, Bobby, listen,
this is very important.

He also gets
to keep his stripes.

As far as the feds
are concerned,

they got the boss of the family
in jail, awaiting trial,

and if they hear different,
it creates confusion.

Got it.

Now, as far as the rest of
everything that Junior owned,

it's now mine.

I'll get this to him, Tony.

That's it.

To the victor
belongs the spoils.

Why don't you
get the fuck out of here

before I shove your quotations
book up your fat fucking ass.

Mr. Bonpensiero?

Is your wife here
to drive you home?

Skip.

Skip?

How are we feeling?

Fucking great.

This is...

He's gonna be out of it
for another hour or so.

The caudal injection
went great.

You'll feel the difference in
your back in a couple of days.

Buzz me when he feels
ready to leave.

Yeah, we'll buzz you, honey.

( imitates buzzing )

My back don't feel
one iota different.

Doctor said it'll take
a couple days

for the steroids
to kick in.

I gotta get in my Jacuzzi.

Too much stress
in your life, Sal.

Tony doesn't know
you're back yet, does he?

Jesus Christ, no.
I didn't go see him yet.

You guys are all alike.

Hey, we've seen guys
drag their dicks before, Sal.

Take advantage
of the government's generosity,

playing both ends
against the middle.

Christ, will you give me
a window over here?

Tony already thinks
maybe I flipped.

I gotta be careful.

Jimmy Altieri
ate the pill for you.

Any suspicion
about being an informant

went to the grave
with Jimmy Altieri.

Yeah, yeah.

And I know Tony 30 years,
now this?

Spare me, okay?

You've been on our tit
since '98.

Fucking chauffeur service
to and from the doctor

that we had to find for you.

We're gonna let you back
on the streets and earn,

we want results.

This fuck tried to suffocate
his own mother, Sal.

- Huh?
- She's a disgraziata.

His own uncle
wanted him whacked.

You said so yourself,

T's been shitting
on you for years.

I know what I said.

Plus, he's been crying
to a shrink twice a week.

You don't owe this man dick.

So don't sit there and tell me
you're gonna take a bullet

for some yuppie who thinks
you're his errand boy.

Your Honor, this man should
not be removed from custody

for medical reasons.

Every time we get one of these
elder Mafiosos incarcerated,

we get the same bag of tricks.

Your Honor, I take offense
at the characterization

of my client as a Mafioso.

Mr. Soprano has not been
found guilty of anything.

He's awaiting trial
for alleged offenses.

- Noted.
- Melvoin: With all due respect

to the state's
medical facilities,

in his condition,
Mr. Soprano has every right

to pursue the best
possible medical care

that he can afford.

Mr. Soprano is suffering
from a very benign illness.

A few clogged arteries,
Your Honor.

Greenspan:
I'm leaning towards
releasing this man from lock-up

unless you can demonstrate
a serious flight risk.

Mr. Soprano,
if I approve this,

you will be under what
is called house arrest.

Do you understand
this concept?

Not really.

It means that you must remain
in your primary residence

and cannot leave,

except for
doctor's appointments,

food shopping.

Your Honor, the government
asks for an electronic bracelet.

Your Honor, while we certainly
agree to house arrest,

we are asking that Mr. Soprano
not be further persecuted

for yet-to-be-proven
allegations.

He shows no prior arrests
since 1968.

He pays his taxes,

and he's a veteran
of the Second World War.

Mr. Soprano,
do you have any problem

with wearing
an electronic bracelet?

It sounds like
Nazi Germany to me.

Obviously, you need
a history lesson, sir.

I don't think that we...

You and I should let
our shared sorrow

or biases
enter into this, Judge.

He's wearing a bracelet...

to avoid any risk of flight.

( doorbell buzzes )

( doorbell buzzes )

Who are you?

Jesus Christ,
you scared the shit out of me.

Jesus ain't got nothing
to do with it.

Now, what do you want here?

Looking for your son.
Is he around?

- You a friend?
- Is he around?

He'll be back here soon.

Well, come on in.

You were a good-looking guy
back then.

Still am.

Still got the same teeth
as in that picture.

Oh, yeah?

Go on and laugh.

That picture was taken
57 years ago.

So that makes you...?

- Old.
- Come on.

How old are you?
Seventy-five.

Add eight more,
and you got it.

Eighty-three.
Get the fuck out of here.

What do you want
with my son?

Got a little business
I gotta discuss with him.

If you say so.

So you're 28 years old
when World War II starts.

That's a little long
in the tooth, isn't it?

'43, they was taking everyone,
no matter how old or how ugly.

Even took this fat boy I knew.

He was already 34.

Wasn't no good to nobody,
except he could cook.

I swear, he was more dangerous
with that stove

than he was with that rifle.

You ever watch
the History Channel?

Television?

No, this is
the History Channel.

I think you'd like it.

They even do a lot
of that Bible shit.

Only shit in the Bible
came out of pharaoh's ass

when Moses parted the Red Sea.

Hm.

Parted the Red Sea,
praise his name.

Never underestimate a man's
determination to be free.

( clears throat )

I'll catch up
with your son another time.

( door opens and closes )

( door opens )

You break that,
you're paying for it.

( door closes )

( clears throat )

If I'd known you were
gonna get out so fast,

I never would've talked
to that calzone with legs.

He gave me the message.

Well, don't fucking pout.

Be grateful
I'm letting you earn.

What's on your mind?

How'd you swing this?

This Dr. Schreck,
he's Monty Schreck's kid.

Monty, the bookie's son?

He's a cardiologist.

That's not bad.

Law says feds can't bug
your doctor's office.

Lets me use this place
whenever I need to,

to conduct business.

So you heard about
Massarone Construction?

Bacala is taking care of it.

The joint-fitters know
he speaks for me.

No, it's gotta go
60/40 my way.

Did you do what I asked?

What'd you ask me to do?

You know, make peace.

Now you listen.

That's enough with that shit.
That woman is dead to me.

You let it go.

Why the fuck should I?
She's my brother's wife.

She doesn't realize
what she says half the time.

Let's put our cards
on the table here.

I heard your radio debut
on those tapes

the feds made at Green Grove.

So she doesn't know what
she's saying half the time.

Well, which half
did you listen to?

The half that doesn't
make any sense,

or the half that we
both know played you
like a fucking child?

Nobody played me.

She didn't know that she was
setting you up to get popped.

That's right.

Your uncle isn't as dumb
as you think.

You and that miserable fuck,
Altieri.

That rat bastard,
all of my capos,

meeting behind my back.

Now you let
sleeping dogs lie, okay?

I have my reasons.

I'll tell you one dog
you left still barking:

that fucking Freddie Capuano.

That motherless money-grubbing
little son of a bitch
that runs that...

Whoa, whoa.

The guy who owns Green Grove,
retirement community?

He's like an old fucking lady!

He's been going around
telling Soprano business

to anybody who'll listen!

He's the one that's been
saying that shit about you

trying to whack your mother.

Even implied
that me and her...

( spits )
That hairpiece motherfucker.

What, did everybody take
a vow of silence or something?

Nobody's got anything
to report?

I gotta write a report
on DNA for Biology.

Isn't that interesting?

I just saw on Inside Edition

how there will be no more
unknown soldiers

because of DNA now.

They will be able to identify
every single casualty of combat.

Pass me some more of that
macaroni and cheese.

You know, Tony, I know you
don't like to talk about her,

but that woman
is impossible.

She's a complete narcissist.

I mean, "me, me, me."

Really, kudos.

You are a saint.

You were right the first time.
I don't want to talk about it.

You talking about Grandma?

She pushes those buttons.
She's a big baby.

You know?

Excusez-moi.

Tony.

This is my house.

How many times
I gotta say it?

Thank you, Il Duce.

You got something to say?

The little girl who's
about to get her license

might want to use one
of those cars in driveway

in the next hundred years.

It's my fault, Mead.

I wasn't sensitive
to his feelings.

Thank you.

Carmela:
You see that?

You see how easy that was?

So, Mr. Delegated
Power of Attorney,

have you given it any thought?

Can my girlfriend
have the listing?

You know, of the house?

As long as it gets sold,

I don't give a fuck
who lists it.

Hey, what did one prick
say to the other prick?

You see that?

See what happens with you
cursing at the dinner table?

( distant boat horns
blowing )

( key jiggle )

Meadow:
Thanks for this, Aunt Par.

It's hard to find people
over 25 to drive with.

Just don't ever let them know
you drove me to buy some pot,
which should be legal.

It's the only thing
that works for these hands.

- ( car horn honking )
- Mead, wasn't that a stop sign?

I just hate the way he thinks
he can talk to you.

It's so obnoxious.

He's insecure.

He's afraid
to leave New Jersey,

and he's threatened by anybody
who's broken free.

He's too pathetic.

How about Grandma
in that rehab center?

I know. I'm dying
to go over and see her,

but I've had so much homework,

plus all this community service
you have to do

to even think about getting
into a decent college.

I bring food
to homeless shelters.

You know Grandma
pretty well, don't you?

I guess.

What is she into?

I don't know. Negativity?

But seriously,

there must be something
that gives her pleasure.

Isn't there anything
she likes doing?

My dad used to try and find her
these old records,

these sisters.

Oh, the DeCastro Sisters, right.

The Andrews Sisters
would have been too easy.

He used to bring her
that Mario Lasagna guy.

Oh, yuck.
I hated that shit.

Will this work for you?

Your glasses will be
ready on Thursday.

Woman: Oh, Thursday,
that's good. That's good.

Did you see me on TV?

You were on TV?
What show?

The evening news.

Oh, yeah. That.

What about it?

Well, how'd I look?
Be honest.

You looked, you know,
like you.

You looked good.

I didn't like
the way I looked.

Maybe I should get new frames,
what do you think?

What's wrong with them?

How much those frames
set you back?

Insurance pays.
I never see the bill.

Nice country.

I got cataracts.

My father told me,
"Never get old."

I should have listened to him.

Yeah.

A Chinaman goes to see
the eye doctor.

After the exam
the doctor says,

"I know why you're
having trouble."

Chinaman says, "Why?"

Doctor says,
"You have a cataract."

The Chinaman says, "No,
I have a Rincoln Continental."

You don't get it?

I get it.
He drives a Lincoln.

What?

( door opens )

Excuse me,
where's the men's room?

Secretary:
Through the doors to the left.

( door opens and closes )

( music playing )

You're awake.

What... what is that?

What's that music?

"Non Ti Scordar Di Me," Ma.

Pavarotti.

Did you bring it?

I never forgot how much
you liked a good tenor.

Remember when we saw
Mario Lanza on TV?

You and me and Daddy
on the sofa,

watching Ed Sullivan.

I don't think we ever
missed a Sunday.

Oh, my God. My children.

Music hath charms, Ma.

Thank God, huh?

( music continues )

♪ But the mother
And child reunion ♪

♪ Is only a motion away ♪

♪ Oh, little darling of mine ♪

♪ I can't for the life of me ♪

♪ Remember a sadder day ♪

♪ I know they say let it be ♪

♪ But it just don't
Work out that way ♪

♪ And the course
Of a lifetime runs... ♪

( engine shuts off )

( distant horns blaring )

I think it's time for you

to start to seriously
consider salads.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

I mean, get off my car
before you flip it over,
you fat fuck.

Bobby:
Junior wants to know when.

Tomorrow morning.

We're short a couple of guys,
so make sure you're there.

Consider it exercise.

( tires squeal )

( spits )

"Fat fuck."

Why don't you look
in the mirror sometime,

you insensitive cocksucker.

Tony, we're sitting down!

A.J.: Ma, DNA,
it's invisible, right?

But guess how many nucleotides
are on each strand.

Meadow:
Just tell her.

A hundred million.

Carmela:
Wow, that's amazing.

She knows what time we eat.

I don't want you setting a place
for her if she's not here.

Anthony Jr.,
want to do the honors?

Bless us our Lord on thy gifts
we are about to receive

- from thy bounty...
- Janice: Hello!

( door closes )

Good, you guys
started without me.

Good, great.

Bless us our Lord, amen.

Janice, you know
what time we eat.

If you're gonna be late, call,
or you're not gonna eat.

Don't send me
to bed hungry, Daddy.

( laughs )

Everybody, guess who passed
her driving test today?

- She learned from the best.
- Janice: Hey! Go, girl!

Tony:
Congratulations.

I had to parallel park behind
this van, and I was so nervous.

But the guy was a real dork,
with a clipboard and everything.

Oh, wow, fascist martinet.

Salsicce, Janice?

Oh, I forgot,
you don't eat pork.

No.

In that way.

( laughs )

Oh, I get it.

There's nothing to get.
She's a vegetarian.

( sighs )

I missed the fireflies
out west.

That's why I moved
out here.

Little bit of nature.

Listen, when you were
in Seattle,

you ever drive
by Jimi Hendrix's house?

Mnh-mnh.

You know, Tony, I know
it's not your favorite subject,

but we had some really
great news about Ma

at the hospital today.

Her rehab therapist says
she's making tremendous strides,

and it's not gonna be long
before they release her.

How can she make
tremendous strides

when there's nothing wrong
with her in the first place?

It's called face-saving therapy.

The patient has to believe
that they're getting therapy.

Believe me,
Medicare's not gonna pay for it

if it's not as necessary
as real, would they?

And the taxpayer
foots the bill.

Well, it's not
much longer now.

But she's gonna need
a place to stay.

She's out on the street.

Tony, it is her house.

Dead people
don't have houses.

Daddy bought that house.

Tell you what.

Take her back
to Green Grove.

What, the nursing home?

It's a retirement community.

You know I don't have
that kind of money.

Fuck you.

( protesters chanting angrily )

Tony:
You should've seen the look
on that fucking blimp's face

when I told him he had
to be here today.

Bacala's always been
a lazy bastard.

You can't get
nobody good anymore.

They're either on
fucking drugs or they're
compromised with the law,

or they're young
and they don't listen to orders.

Please.

It's all "me, me, me."

Well, I hope you don't feel
that way about me, Tony.

It's just this back.

You done plenty.

You paid your dues.

- That's Tony Soprano.
- Yeah.

- What the fuck?
- Hey, Tony!

This is what I'm talking about,
motherfucker.

Am I supposed to be seen here,
you fucking idiots?

Shit!

Now we look like jerkoffs.

( truck horn blares )

( protesters chanting )

- What do we want?
- Get out of the way!

- When do we want them?
- All: Now!

We want to talk
to your foreman.

You want to talk
to the foreskin?

You a wise-ass
motherfucker, huh?

Well, keep
your mother off the streets,
and I won't fuck her.

( all shouting )

( tires screech )

Come on, huh? Come on!

Do not bow down,
brothers and sisters.

Declare freedom.

- ( crowd yelling )
- Motherfucker, come on!

- ( truck horn blares )
- Come here!

( indistinct shouting )

( door opens )

Hi, Ma.

Mwah.

Oh, Nicholas Antonelli.

Dead at age 73,
of heart failure.

Mm.

So, Ma, you're gonna be
getting out of here soon.

Want to go home?

Home?

Back to the house?

My house?

Uh-huh.

No, I don't think so.

I'll go back
to the other place.

To the nursing home?
No! No, Ma.

That's for people who don't
have anybody to look after them.

Oh, it's not that bad.

And they give you
fresh towels every day.

Barbara said you hated it.

It's too much trouble.

No, Ma, you can't go back there.

Why not?

Because...

Because it's...
it's dangerous there.

What are you talking about?

The owner is missing.

Mr. Capuano?

They suspect foul play.

Yeah.

( coughs )

Ma. Ma, you okay?

( coughing )

Nurse!

It's my mother.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Are you okay,
Mrs. Soprano?

Oh! Oh...

Take a deep breath.

- Oh, my God.
- Breathe.

Why do they make
cookies that way?

Oh, you scared me, Ma.

Would you just stop it.

Stop it.

Just give me a minute.

Go, go, stop hovering.

( groans and coughs )

Perhaps this is a good time
to talk about this.

There's no emergency provision
for your mother on file.

I tried to talk to her about
a DNR and she got very agitated.

DNR?

"Do not resuscitate."

It's to save the family a lot
of anguish and decisions

at a difficult time,

when there is
no quality of life.

Livia:
Janice, where are my glasses?

I can't find the tissues!

Janice!

Janice:
I'm sorry, Tony,

but the hospital is gonna
need a decision on this.

Auxiliary B?
What the fuck?

Janice:
It you're gonna have
power of attorney, Tony,

you're gonna have
to act like one.

Who gives a fuck?
DNR, no DNR?

Janice:
Yeah, okay, great,
so then what happens

when she goes into a coma

and they have to keep her alive
with tubes and machines,

- because you won't
sign the DNR?
- What?

When she becomes a vegetable,

she's not gonna give a fuck
about anything!

To deprive your mother
a place of live.

To deprive me of my chance
to make peace with my mother.

Tony:
You know what, Janice?

Take her,
you can have her.

The two of you in that house,
you deserve each other.

It'd be worth it
just to watch.

It'll be like "Whatever
Happened to Baby Janice?"
over there.

I'll give you your fucking DNR.

Mom, I can't find the keys.

Keys to what,
to the car?

You got a driver's license,

not a license to go carousing
around on a school night.

Mother, I was going to take
Anthony to visit Grandma.

You said we could visit her.
If you want to drive us, fine.

Now you want to visit Grandma?

Can we, Mom?

( sighs )

No funny business.

You go to the hospital and back.

The level of trust
in this family.

Check the mileage
if you want to. God.

You go ahead.
I'll come down later.

- Why? Where are you going?
- Hunter's back in Eating
Disorders upstairs.

No, that's not fair.

- I'm just gonna say hello.
- I'm telling.

And I was gonna let you drive
in the IBM parking lot
this Sunday.

- ( theme music playing on TV )
- ( audience applauds )

Yeah!

( audience cheers )

All right!

Livia:
Look who's here.

Anthony, come over here.

Give your Grandma a kiss.

Oh! Mwah.

Ah, I thought you were Janice.

Yeah, she comes over every day
to play pinochle with me.

Daughters take better care
of their mothers, that's why.

She's home, I think.

really go back
about 40 years with...

You didn't ride over here
on your bicycle in the dark?

No, Meadow drove me.

Meadow?

Well, where is she?

- I don't know.
- Livia: She's another one.

They don't care
what happens to you, Johnny.

No, they stick you
away somewhere,

and they forget
you ever existed.

I guess.

Oh, have a torrone.

No, I don't like
those Italian candies.

Oh, go ahead, take one.

Man on TV:
onions, right?

Celery.

Yeah, we'll add it all,
what the heck.

He's not even
washing his hands.

and some bell pepper.

And, you know, the thing about
Louisiana food, as you know,

is that it's not really spicy,
it's just well-seasoned.

Don't we season
everything down there?

Absolutely.
So, what we're gonna do

is I got a little
cayenne pepper.

Grandma, what's DNR?

- Who?
- DNR.

It's initials, like,
I had to do this report on DNA,

but I heard Dad and Aunt Parvati
talking about your DNR.

So is that, like, similar?

Aunt? You mean Janice?

Janice?

They were talking about me?

About your DNR.

'Cause that's
what's confusing.

Like, DNA,
everybody's got that.

She thinks I should have a DNR?

Or that Dad should give it
to you, or something.

'Cause what if you went
into a coma or something?

But DNA doesn't prevent
comas, does it?

I don't know, I gotta do
this report by Monday.

Very good, Livia.
That's perfect.

I know my alphabet.

Guess what, Ma?
I got great news.

( sighs )

Tony's not gonna
sell the house.

And when you get released,
we're gonna take you back home.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And I'm gonna live with you.

Why?

So you can not resuscitate me?

So I can what?

Oh, I seen that movie
with Richard Widmark.

Movie, Ma?

Oh, Mrs. Soprano.

No, take this one.

Yeah, she gets
her ballet shoes,

she sells them and she takes
the money to Newark,

and she buys amphetamines.

She was a child then.

I think you should go live with
your daughter, Mrs. Soprano.

Well, I think I'm gonna leave
all my money to you, honey.

What are you
talking about, money?

I've gotta catch up
on some charts.

Janice, what'd I tell you
last week?

Where'd I put my money?

You know,
this is very important.

No, I must have
put it somewhere.

Oh, come on, Settimia.

No, you don't fool me.

I know what
you're thinking about.

My name's Janice.

Janice, Ma.

You named me.

It's something else
you threw away of mine.

Are you sure?

I didn't tell you
where I put that money?

Let's not worry about that.

Let's just get you better
so you can go home

and I can take
good care of you.

And if it's there,

we'll find it.

( shower running )

( Corrado humming )

Your sister's cunt!

( groaning )

( choir singing )

That was wonderful, Reverend.
Thank you.

Now you call us
if you need anything.

Thank you.

Good night.

What's all this?

My father's passed away.

I was just talking to him.

He lived well.

God blessed him
with longevity.

What are you gonna do?
We all will have our time.

My father didn't
know about our little
business arrangement.

He wouldn't have approved.

Yeah, I got that feeling.

James Jr.:
Your moms and pop still here?

My old man's been gone
for years.

Moms?

She still around.

She's too miserable to die.

Yeah, their generation's
almost all gone.

And when the last one goes,

we become the old folks
at the family functions.

What are you talking about?

We're still fucking kids,
for crying out loud.

Don't you believe it, Tony.

When the last one dies,

it signals the beginning
of the last stretch for us.

I mean,
don't get me wrong.

I'm not looking to go
no time soon, it's just...

just feels funny now,
being an elder.

Tony:
This is your end
of the demonstration bust-up.

Your guys
went a little too far.

Rasheen Taylor
almost lost an eye.

Yeah? How'd you do overall?

Massarone gave me
five no-shows.

All right, we whack it up
two and a half each.

Three-two.

Hey, I should be looking
for three-two my way.

I gotta kick upstairs
to Uncle Junior.

Two and a half each.

Hey, man, all your guys
are in on this shit.

These protesters find out

I'm lining my pockets
with their blood,

it's me they're crying for.

Hell, no, three-two.

I'll think about it.

What do you hear
about the public school
asbestos removal project

over in Kearny?

Just waiting to see
who gets the bid.

All right.

Hey, Rev...

sorry about your old man.

( cell phone rings )

Hello?

He did?

Where is he now?

( ringing )

( clears throat )

Hello?

Oh, you're home.

How dare you call here.

I called now on purpose,

because I know
Johnny's at work.

Anthony. Your son, Anthony.

He harbors resentment
against me,

and to this day
I don't know what I did.

I'm hanging up.

I just want you to know,

what pennies I have,
I leave to the children.

Your children
and Barbara's children.

I raised three children
of my own.

I did a pretty good job on two.

They are all unhappy.

Sure, you listen
to that Janice.

Be very careful,

'cause she's a real
snake in the grass.

She has no work ethic.

Why is that?

If anything happens to me...

- ( dial tone buzzes )
- Hello? Hello?

Oh.

( knocking on door )

Where is he?

Did you call an ambulance?

I don't need
no fucking ambulance.

Bobby: See?

- ( grunts )
- Oh, yeah, sure. Look at you.

Come on, we're going
to the emergency room.

Fuck that.
I'm all right.

Well, why don't we just
go down there and make sure?

Uncle Jun'.

Hey, you still here?

No fucking ambulance.

All right, I'll drive you, okay?
Bacala will come.

- Yeah, sure.
- Tony: We'll all go.

Help me up.

All right.
Can you walk?

I think he broke his hip.

- Fuck you!
- Tony: Take it easy.

All right,
hold on a minute.

I'll be okay.

Give me a minute
to catch my breath.

All right.

What are you doing?

What do you want,
a piggyback?

Get the door.

Anthony, don't let me go
to my grave with this guilt.

Now you listen to me,
you old prick.

You're not going anywhere.

Make things right
with your mother, please.

♪ Good night, my love ♪

♪ The tired old moon
Is descending ♪

( Junior groans )

Corrado:
Shit.

Fuck!

♪ ...now is ending ♪

♪ It was so heavenly ♪

♪ Holding you close to me ♪

♪ It will be heavenly ♪

♪ To hold you again
In a dream ♪

♪ The stars above ♪

♪ Have promised
To meet us tomorrow ♪

♪ Till then, my love ♪

♪ How dreary the new day
Will seem ♪

♪ So, for the present, dear ♪

♪ We'll have to part ♪

♪ Sleep tight, my love ♪

♪ Good night, my love ♪

♪ Remember that you're mine ♪

♪ Sweetheart ♪