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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 ♪

Had some great naps
on this settee.

You okay over there?

Shades of Starving Students,
Santa Monica, summer of '78.

- You were a mover?
- Yeah.

How many jobs you have
in this lifetime?

Enough to know
I don't want another one.

Jan, these floors
have wonderful glide.

Oh, you're looking great, Rick.

Beautiful, Juliet. Beautiful.

Richie's son is still
flying down to Rio?

Dad must be proud as punch.

He is.

Those two made top ten

in the Embassy Ball
Championships last year.

Tony. Hey, man.

Jackie! How's your ass?

How you doing?

Not bad. Want a beer, T?

No, no, that's all right.

Go join your wastrel friends.

What's the matter?

Jackie Aprile was a man
who loved knowledge.

When he was dying of the cancer,

he was praying his son
would go to medical school.

If he knew he dropped out
of college, break his heart.

It didn't hurt the Beatles.

Bill Gates.

His Uncle Richie's
looking out for him.

Easier than dealing
with his own son.

Hey, Tony, don't do that.

Do you know
that he's taking A.J.

to the dirt bike championships
at Giants Stadium?

A.J. can't go.
He got a "C" in algebra.

Does Carmela know about this?

All right, you really
want to know?

I don't want him around my kids.

- Who, Richie?
- You heard me.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

- Ask Gia Gaeta.
- Richie told me all about that.

The transmission
slipped out of gear.

Richie's lucky that he didn't
get crushed by the car too.

And, for your information,

Beansie Gaeta owed him
major dollars for ten years,

and Richie wasn't even
asking for the interest.

Why not?

And if we're so awful,

why are you throwing us
an engagement party?

'Cause you're my sister,
and I try to do what's right.

Anyway, it's my wife's thing.

What's right include planking that
little Russian girl of yours on the side?

You know what? Be in denial.

Be a codependent
to a fucking shitbag.

What the fuck do I care?

You know, you just can't stand
to see me happy, can you?

You motherfucker.

Take that settee
and shove it up your ass.

I love my new pony boots, Tony.

Yeah, nice.

Why don't you wear them when
you go on some of your interviews?

Feel Tony, how soft...

You call Sy Littman yet?

No, I'm doing it.

There's good money
in modeling, Rin'.

You don't want to spend
the rest of your life

behind the perfume counter
in a department store, do you?

What do you care what I do?

Don't start with the moody shit.

What is that?

Chicken Soup for the Soul.

You should read Tomato Sauce
for Your Ass. It's the Italian version.

Haha.

Somebody give me this,
I met at work.

He drives for
Runway Limos.

He broughts Karl Lagerfeld to the store
for the trunk shows.

Why? You jealous?

You fucking him?

I can't have
a conversation with you.

You're horrible.

It's a fucking question.

Maybe it's something
you ought to think about.

- What?
- Finding somebody

who can give you
everything you want.

I told you, he
drives a fucking limo.

Not talking about
those kind of things.

I'm talking about a family,
marriage, children.

I don't want to find someone.
I have you.

What, to take you out to dinner

and screw your
fucking brains out?

The fuck's wrong with you?

Tony, no, don't go.

You know, you don't know
what the fuck you want.

Don't yell at me, please.
You know this is a bad time.

My new boss is so mean to me.

It's always a bad time with you,

with the cousins and landlords.

Tony, no! Please, no!

All right.

Rin', you know it hasn't
been good for a long time.

For either of us.

I'm worn out here.

- I'll die without you.
- No, you won't.

You'll forget about me
in two weeks.

No, I'm telling you,
if you go, I'll kill myself.

Don't you fucking
threaten me, 'Rina.

This is over.
I can't do this anymore.

I'm not gonna do it anymore.

You talk to that guy about
the modeling like I told you.

Take care of you
till you get on your feet.

But I'm not doing this anymore.
You understand?

I hate you!

So that's it.

Albert splits Nutley
with the D'Alessio brothers,

and Barone here keeps
everything north of Paterson.

What else we gotta talk about?

Fairfield Township's
taking bids next week

What's there to talk about?

Fairfield's mine.

Was yours.

I don't give bids
to the handicapped.

See obviously, Richie,
you're fucking deaf,

'cause I told you ten times,
then I find out

you're still dealing blow on
those garbage routes.

For that I'm losing
a fucking bid?

Next time you'll find yourself in
the back of one of your trucks.

Those are my father's
garbage routes.

Shh, kid.

Actually, fellas,

my cousin Larry wants
the Fairfield contract.

Being the hardship
of his family and whatnot,

while he's in jail
awaiting trial.

See? This is why
we have a fixedbid club.

'Cause everyone's got a story

about why they should go
to the head of the line.

I've been in line
for ten fucking years.

My uncle is just asking for what
my father would have given him

if he was boss when Richie
got out of prison.

And it had nothing to do
with they were brothers.

You respected my father,
and you should respect Richie.

Those who want respect
give respect.

See, he just told you
to shut the fuck up.

And he told me
to go fuck myself.

This bill, Mel. Jesus.

I wish this fucking trial
would happen already.

I'm hemorrhaging
spondulicks here.

The minimization process could
be very good for us, Corrado.

We hire experts to study
the wiretap tapes.

Former Bureau guys,
very thorough.

If they find abuses,

we take those findings
to the judge,

and possibly have all
the wiretap evidence thrown out.

That's fucking great.

I know the feds stay on the
phone longer than the 20 seconds

they're allowed to see
if the call is relevant.

I hear a click.

I could be talking
about root beer,

and sometimes they stay on 40,
50 seconds before they hang up.

Pricks.

But it'll cost, the study.
How much?

200-plus hours
of tapes to analyze,

and I want to bring on
specialized counsel

to handle the wiretap
litigation.

Ballpark figure?

Yeah, Wrigley fucking Field,
for chrissake.

400,000.

And did my nephew say where
I'm allowed to move the coke?

He don't give a shit
about nobody but himself.

This country's going
through boom times.

There's more fucking
garbage than there ever was,

and he won't let me eat.

Now you wanna cry
money problems?

I'm facing 20 years.

I could die
in the fucking place.

You're gonna beat it, Skip.

You don't fucking know that!

That coke is my lifeline
right now.

Break it down, Jun'.

What choice does he leave us?

You need allies to do
what you're thinking about.

Albert Barese didn't like
what he was hearing.

And, by extension, Larry Barese,

biggest fucking crew
in the family.

That doesn't surprise me.

Larry's had as much time
as me to think about

why he's under indictment
and some other people ain't.

So, what do you want me to do?

Go talk to Ally boy,
feel him out.

But he's a slippery fuck.

Don't commit.

I'll see you.

He's got tremendous moxie
for his size.

Tell me about it.

He's a fighter.

- What's this?
- Open it.

No, I can see it's J.W. Gold.

But we can't accept gifts, Sal.

I'll pass it along to the guys
at the Firemen's Home.

See? That right there.

You guys have a policy,
and it's fucking stuck to.

You don't get distracted.

Look what happened
with those Egyptians,

those motherless
World Trade Center fucks.

Serial numbers on an axle,

and you put every
one of them behind bars.

What the fuck is all this?

I owe you, Skip.

The rest of my life,
I'll never forget.

You looked the other way
on that Bevilaqua beef.

What? The Bureau
would never turn its head

on a murder charge.

All right, what else could
you say at this point, right?

- What do you know about Scottsdale?
- Arizona?

Yeah, I was thinking
I would pick there to live

when this assignment is over.

Assignment?

You know, when I'm in
Witness Protection.

They got more than 300 days
of sunshine, golf,

Giants spring training.

Naturally, I'm talking
about after I do

my two years in Lewisburg.

I've been thinking
about taking some courses

while I'm in the can.

Psychology, criminology.

Maybe go around and give
lectures at police departments on O.C.

That's an idea.

An airline ticket
from the Scatino bustout.

Tony made the guy
order blocks of these things

through the sporting goods
store.

I'll put it on file.

You could use it as probable
cause for a warrant, couldn't you?

Evidence of extortion,
intent to defraud.

Those are RICO predicates,
right?

First you have to tie
the ticket to Tony.

And he's too smart
to use any of them himself.

He probably moved them by now.

Well...

However, this engagement
party for the sister,

I'm gonna want to wire you up.

I know you're sensitive.

Ah, fuck that.

What the fuck was I,
his errand boy?

The Saturn, yeah.

Running all over looking for
his kid's science teacher's car.

What the fuck is that?

Any faith I had went out
the window that very day.

I think it's gorgeous. I know.

So are you out of your mind
with all the arrangements?

My planner did
Rick Cerone's wedding.

So all I do is,
I hand out money.

And I have his card for you.

Your father's disappeared,

and I ain't paying
for something like that.

Oh, Carmela.

Carmela, I love
the new wallpaper.

Do you think I should do my den?

Hey, do you have
that guy's number?

Hey, T, you still got any
of those airline tickets

you got from
the Scatino bustout?

Fucking creep.

Who, Rich?

What happened to that man
in the can?

Meadow, go help your mother.

You're in a little bit
of denial there, T.

Richie was always
a disturbed kid.

So, Janice, I really
don't have a shot anymore?

Having a good fucking time?

All right, what do you
want me to say, Janice?

I'm sorry.

I'm glad for you.

You should have seen Ma
when we left the house.

She really wanted to be here.

Could we go back to the part
where I was glad for you?

You know, you don't give her
a chance, Tony.

She's a completely
different person

since the doctors
put her on Prozac.

Put her on what?

Janice.

You're not gonna
believe this shit.

They got the old lady on Prozac.

She's changed, my ass.

She's just too senile
to remember who she hates.

What's wrong with you today?

What do you care?

- Yo, Richie!
- Speech!

Come on, speech.

Everybody...

I want to thank my future in-laws

for making a great party.

And I want to
thank you all for coming,

and celebrating with us
this historical union.

The Apriles and the Sopranos.

They say, uh,
it's never too late.

And they say all good
comes to those who wait.

They're right on both counts.

Hey!

You got anything to add,
little Ricky?

Glad for you, Dad.

Aw.

Stepmom. Thanks, Rick.

Okay, well, I...

I just wanted to share my
happiness with everybody here.

And I have been looking for
my soul mate for all of my life.

Marone, have I looked, right?

And I don't know
what made me think

that I was gonna find
anybody halfway decent

in some ashram
in Pradesh, but I...

I found him right
here... at home.

And I just wanted to say
that you knock my socks off.

God bless, salute.

Bravo. Bravo.

Hey!

Yeah.

It was delicious agony.

Were you also pretending
when I kissed you?

I got to go out.

Oh, you're
wonderful, Beauregard.

I'm ashamed of myself.

Yes, you ought to be, definitely.

Thank God, I'm home.
I'm in the shower.

I almost didn't hear the phone.
She is drunk, she is crying.

She took 20 sleeping pills.

What the fuck is she thinking?

Oh, it's not her fault.

- Please.
- She has hard life.

Yeah, look at you. You got one leg,
you don't behave like that.

Her parents, both of them
were alcoholics in Petrozavodsk.

Horrible industrial city.

The father died 55 years old.

Lung cancer,
cirrhosis of the liver.

Probably was good thing anyway.
He was not working.

The factory was closed down.

She had to go to Kazakhstan
to live with uncle.

Rude, miserable man.

Jesus Christ, Rin'.

I don't care
no more what happen.

Don't say that shit.

You got your whole life
ahead of you.

So sorry, Tony.

The ambulance, emergency room,
how she gonna pay?

You think they give her
medical insurance

at that department store
she works in?

I'll take care of it.

What kind of life is there
for me without you, Tony?

To go back to Bada Bing?

To be a dancer?
Be a prostitute after that?

I don't want to.
I don't want to.

All right, all right.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Okay?

It's gonna be all right.

Shh.

Perfect.

Oh, God.

Look at that cleavage.

Oh, thank you, Jesus.

Oh, God.

You know, I'm only doing this
for the presents.

Well, I'm doing it for Richie.

I mean, he says he'd rather
go to Vegas,

but you gotta do
the ritual thing right?

Oh, this is such a happy time.

All the flowers,
all the excitement.

I remember how I felt.

Then there's the honeymoon,
and the hope chest.

You're working overtime here,
Carmela.

Do you remember how radiant I
looked walking down that aisle?

You're depressed, aren't you?

Depressed? No.
I leave that to others.

I'm just being realistic,

'cause in a year, tops,

you're gonna have
to accept a goomar.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, well, I'd like
to see a goomar

that's gonna let him hold a gun
to her head when they fuck.

You let him hold a gun
to your head during sex?

Yeah, well,
if that gets him off.

I mean, it's not any different

than garter belts
and nurse's uniforms.

Well, it's a gun, Janice.

I thought you were a feminist.

Usually he takes the clip out.

Well, Jesus, I hope so.

It's a ritual.
It's fetishistic, that's all.

My 302s from last week.

Sure, come on in.

Happy birthday, chief. Thanks.

From Tony Soprano.

Never misses an occasion.

Christmas, Columbus Day.

Have something to eat,

before I send it
to St. Ambrose Shelter.

My CW on that just gave me
a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

- CW-16?
- Bonpensiero, yeah.

Fucking guy thinks
I'm his friend now.

I know we're not
supposed to accept gifts,

and I know poor people
are gonna get this,

but I can't resist
the lard bread.

He's turned some corner.

One minute, he's talking about
how much he loves Tony Soprano,

and in the next breath
he's a junior G-man,

talking about RICO predicates
and probable cause.

All of a sudden
we're the good guys.

This is the worst case
of Stockholm Syndrome I seen

since Patty Hearst.

That was sad.

I tell you, though,

I'm kind of worried about Sal

with these fantasies
of law enforcement.

These things can work
two ways, Skip.

You can find yourself
getting too close.

So, you getting married?
Settling down, huh?

One door opens,
another door closes.

It's a fucking expensive
proposition, though.

I didn't need that shit
that happened the other day.

You don't need that shit
that happened the other day.

Talk to the king of dermabrasion
about what went down?

I'm talking to him,

and he's looking at his
reflection in the Plexiglas.

Imagine getting a facelift,

and one week later
you're in jail.

Can you imagine that?
You get a facelift,

and one week later
you're in jail?

Anyway I had the feeling

you didn't like
what you were hearing.

I already expected to get
fucked out of that bid.

Now that's a sad commentary.

Richie, what's Larry gonna do?

The fucking guy's a guest
of the government.

Yeah, while some people
are stuffing themselves.

Some people are out there
stuffing themselves.

Only Larry's got
a trial coming up.

He's in no position to go
into the unknown not knowing.

How about you, Albert?

You weigh in anytime.

I'm with him.

All things being equal?

No.

Make a move against
Tony Soprano?

No way.

I don't know what to tell you.

Vic.

Carmela, hi.

Imagine running into you here!

How are you?

I'm good, I'm fine.

And how are you?

- Good.
- Yeah?

Just shopping for a roller.

Ah.

Look, Vic, truthfully.

I'm not just running
into you here.

I saw the name of the store
on your supplies.

- I wanted to talk to you.
- Carmela, look, I'm sorry.

I should've called you that day.

Please, please, you have
nothing to be sorry for.

I should have told you
I wasn't coming for lunch.

That's all right, I got the
message when you didn't show up.

Yeah. And that's why
I wanted to talk to you.

I wanted to thank you.

For what?

Maybe someday I will be free.

But if you had come that day,

I might have done something that
I would be sorry for forever.

And so I wanted to thank you
for thinking for the both of us.

For being strong
for the both of us.

Thank you.

Well, you're welcome.

So goodbye, Vic.

And take care of yourself.

Oh, thank Christ.

Jesus.

You know who she's married to?

I need you to give me
the number of a good shrink.

Oh?

For a girl I was seeing.

What?

"Was"?

Yeah, I broke up with her
and she tried to kill herself.

This was no small cuttings.

It was 20 Halcion
and a quart of vodka.

And the fucking ambulance,
they pumped her stomach.

Cost me three grand.

She should have been seen

by the psychiatrist
in the hospital.

He was a Romanian,
and they have some beef

that goes back centuries,
and she wouldn't talk to him.

Do you feel responsible
for her suicide attempt?

I was banging her for two years.

Was that a hardship on her?

That's cute.

You know how many women
I've been through?

I don't know why I just don't
say fuck it with this one.

Why do you think?

Well, she's a sweet kid
underneath it all,

and I think she's
seriously depressed.

You feel for her.

I'm interested in why
you're ending it.

What do you mean, why?

Isn't that what
I'm supposed to do?

I mean, aren't you telling me
that all the time in here?

I don't think I've ever passed
judgment on your sex life,

or any patient's sex life.

Even if I'm 20 years older
than her, and I'm married?

What's wrong with you?

Why now?

Why now?

Because it's not
fun anymore, okay?

Are you gonna recommend
somebody or not?

He's eating lunch.

So?

Larry's out.

Oh, shit. Fuck.

I knew it. I fucking knew it.

Here, Bobby, take this. I can't.

Larry and Albert
are not the problem.

It's Tony that's
the fucking problem.

You take him out of the picture,
and believe me,

everybody's gonna come along.

Where else are they gonna go?

I'm sick.

And fucking Larry Barese too.

I got friends in federal holding
that would like nothing better

than to take that weak fuck out.

He was a great
friend to my father,

but he doesn't care
who he follows now.

I'd do him myself.

Who's that speaking here?
Is somebody speaking?

Listen, Richie,

let me think about this awhile.

We can't be too fucked up
by this setback.

We gotta screw
our courage to the post.

You're a good boy, Richie.

It's gonna be good.

Go on home. We'll talk.

Fucking guy's fearless
for his size.

That's nice.

Then what?

He fucking dies,

I can't even wear his shoes.

Fuck you talking about?

Fucking loser.

He couldn't sell it.

- Richie?
- Pay attention.

You just may learn
something here.

Who am I best off with?

We best off with?

Old man Profaci knew
how to split his enemies.

He couldn't fucking sell it.

He's not respected.

But Tony, with his impulsiveness
and selfishness,

he's locked up
in that fucking head of his.

I'm better off with Tony.

Definitely.

I wanna see Anthony
at the doctor's office tomorrow.

What are you looking at?

I'm in awe of you.

The Dow Jones Industrial Average

gave back all
of an earlier gain.

It rallied more
than 100 points midday,

but in the end it fell
two and a half

- to close at 10,675...
- Hard at work?

It's financial news.

The fuck you doing here?

I got a line on a car
for Adriana.

You want anything?

They got sodas, coffee.

Got a bottle in the drawer.

Nah, I'm good.

- How's it going?
- This racket?

We dumped Webistics,
whacked up the payoff.

Fucking license to steal.

Anything you can get me into?

A pharmaceutical.

They got a root from the Amazon,
cures glaucoma.

It's all fucking bullshit,

but I got a brochure.

Oh, oh! Tonight, Puss.
I got something hard-edge.

What?

Pokéman cards.

Me and Tommy Mac
are taking down a truckload.

Yeah, where?

Tommy knows. You in?

- What, me?
- Yeah, come on, old times.

You don't want
a fat fuck like me around.

I can't find the brochure.

Anyway, what difference
does it make?

You come in for five,
ten grand on this drug company,

by the time we dump
the piece of shit,

you'll be
in six-figure territory.

- Hey, Puss?
- Yeah.

The fucking car?

What car?

Oh, yeah, right. For Adriana.

It's an M3 convertible, clean.

I'll keep you posted.

Ah, ah, ah. Okay.

Excuse me.

Lipari.

This is fat man.

- Who?
- You know.

- Sal?
- I just heard about

they're gonna jack a load
of these Pokéman cards.

Moltisanti, and another individual.

- Good. Where?
- I don't know yet.

I should ascertain, right?

Excuse me, dear?

You are a cooperating witness, Sal.

You wear a wire.
That's what you do.

So ask around,
see what you can find out.

But I in no way want you
going along on any hijack.

You hear me?

We let you earn,
but no violent crimes, right?

Okay.

Get out of here!
I hate you, you fucking bastard!

Fucking mood swings.

Was very bad day for her.

Yeah, when isn't?

I went to a modeling
agency like you told me.

I waited four hours
to see Mr. Littman.

- So?
- Wasn't good.

So she didn't get a job. Big deal.

It was a catalogues there, to be a model
for a catalogues for salad spinners.

Well, you gotta start somewhere.

I went in to see him,
and he told me I am too old.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm sorry.

I go and make the tea.

I told you.

I told you,
it's all over for me.

No, it's not.
You're gonna be fine.

Listen, I got the number
of a guy I want you to talk to.

I don't want to go to no more
fucking interviews.

It's not... It's
not an interview.

It's a shrink.

A shrink?

Yeah, a psychiatrist.

I know what is.

He comes highly recommended.

You're gonna feel better
if you talk to him.

I am not going to no shrink.

Yeah, you are, because it's
what I want you to do.

You're not the boss of me.

Okay.

You know what?

Go fuck yourself, then.

'Cause I'm trying
to be a nice guy.

I went through a lot of trouble
to get that number.

Why, so he can send me
to hospital? Lock me up?

Psychiatrist is very
scary thing for Russian.

Means being sent to gulag,
political rehabilitation.

Oh, this is too
fucked up for me.

- What?
- Kiss off, then.

Janice!

How do you open this Advil?

Oh, oh, never mind.

Dad, I'm gonna get started
on your gutters tomorrow.

That's great, kid.

Richie, you gotta
take a look at this.

I picked it up yesterday,
Kuchen systems.

It's very Bauhaus.

And it's not bad.
Like, the basics cost 20,000.

Janice, maybe you should
slow down on the spending

for the time being.

Something wrong?

What happened?

I'm gonna take care of it.

But things could get
fucked up for a while.

Richie, if something's
happening to you,

then it's happening to me.

A decision went against me,

which impacts me
a great deal financially.

Fuck.

Fuck! I knew it!

This shit with your brother.

It's been building
since I got out.

You give him a jacket
you treasure,

and gives it to his
fucking Polack maid.

But we're still going ahead with
everything at the house, right?

We'll see.

Richie, they're tiling
the pool on Friday.

And the atrium window,
I'm gonna lose the deposit.

I said I'm gonna
take care of it.

See, he just can't handle

that our house is gonna be nicer
than his fucking house.

- Fuck.
- What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

What?

Nothing. Just...

It's just sad, that's all.

What?

A.J. didn't have the flu.

He didn't go with you
because Tony wouldn't let him.

He doesn't want you
around his kids.

What happened?

What was that?

Searchlight Diner.

5:15 a.m.

Subject has still not
left location.

Sun coming up.

5:16 a.m.

Subjects departing
Searchlight Diner.

Soprano residence.

Is Tony there?

May I ask who's calling?

Just put him on.

Who is calling, please?

What are you, that Polish maid?

I want to talk to Tony.

- It's for you.
- Hello?

Tony?

I miss you.

I love you.

You got the wrong
fucking number.

Don't call here again.

I'll wait out there.

Who was that, your little
Russian girlfriend?

Listen, it's over between us.

It has been
for a very long time.

Bullshit.

Why does your clothes
still stink of perfume?

Okay, I saw her,
but it's not what you think.

She tried to commit suicide.

Oh, fuck you.

I broke it off with her,
and she tried to kill herself,

'cause she said she didn't
want to go on without me.

The poor kid.

You are putting me
in a position,

where I'm feeling sorry
for a whore who fucks you?

And you know
what's even stranger?

For a second, I believed you.

Goddamn him.

They're all the same, Carm.

No, you know, they're not.

That man who did my wallpaper,

there was a male person
that you could respect, and...

Victor Musto?

Carmela, he didn't
show up that day

because of who your husband is.

Face it. Use your head.

He pissed his pants.

Oh, I... I don't want
to go to the gym.

Better be good.

I'm in the middle
of World War III over there.

When you're lying in the street
in a pool of your own blood,

don't say your uncle
didn't try to tell you.

What are you talking about?

Richie Aprile
is moving against you.

He doesn't have the balls.

He's got a legitimate
beef with you.

You're fucking high-handed
with everybody.

Why don't you stick
to what you know,

and leave your opinions
wherever the fuck?

He approached Albert Barese.

And Albert said no.

- Albert told you this?
- No.

I got it from Richie himself
at my house yesterday.

He's gonna take you out,
and Larry Barese,

and anybody else
who doesn't go along.

Wait a minute. Why the fuck
is Richie telling you all this?

He thinks I'm with him.

Really?

What gave him that idea?

It's what I wanted him
to believe.

I've been playing him.
I seen this coming all along.

That's why I made
a big deal of that coke.

I raised a non-issue
and he fell for it.

So you're like
a double agent now, huh?

Fucking Matt Helm?

Fuck you.

How do I know
you're not playing me?

Believe what you want,
my little nephew.

But if I didn't come to you,

your fucking wife
would be a widow

and your children
wouldn't have no father.

So go fuck yourself.

All right, stop.

I'm grateful to you.

I am.

I gave you 5% on the action
that was left to you.

Kick it up to 7 1/2.

But don't sell drugs
on those routes.

It's short-sighted.

You know that asshole's
marrying my sister?

You got to wonder
where she is in all of this.

My little niece.

What's up, T?

My future brother-in-law's
causing a serious problem.

How serious?

Well, he's not satisfied
with the current leadership.

He wants to have me popped.

That motherfucker.

So now I gotta decide
what to do about him.

I genuinely don't think
there's anything to gain

by keeping him around.

Get it done.

Oh, and the planner
checked the almanac,

and he said there's
a 65% historical chance

of rain on the 12th,

so he wants to get
a tent for backup.

So, what do you think?

I can't decide
on shit like that.

Janice, come on.

Okay, but when you start
bitching when you see the bill,

don't.

My kid hit me up
for five grand today

to go to England
for these dance contests.

Yeah, but little Ricky's still
coming to the wedding, right?

Rick. Rick.

Richard.

How many fucking times
I gotta tell you?

It was "little Ricky"
when he was 12 years old.

Jesus, all right.

But he's still coming, right?

He wouldn't miss an opportunity
to fucking foxtrot and tango

in front of everybody.

Ballroom dancing
is a legitimate art form.

Carries my name. Richard.

Fucking disgraziat'.

My nephew, Jackie.

Why couldn't I have
a son like that?

You know, you came home
with a fucking attitude today.

You know, I've been
in this house,

cooking your fucking dinner

and taking care of that fucking
black hole upstairs all day.

Keep your voice down.
She hears everything.

Not tonight.
I gave her two Nembutals.

Because I thought maybe
we'd want to have sex?

But not likely.

Put my fucking dinner
on the table,

and keep your mouth shut.

No, you shut up.

What, just because
he's a ballroom dancer,

you think your son is gay?

And what if he was gay?
What difference does it make?

Ah!

Oh. Fuck...

What are you looking at?

You gonna cry now?

Get the fuck out of here.
I'm in no mood for your...

Where is everybody?

A.J. is upstairs. Meadow's out.

You better get it.
Maybe she slit the other wrist.

- Hello.
- Tony!

I need you!

I need you
to come over now, okay?

What's the matter? Is it Ma?

No, no.

Tell me what happened.

No, I-I-I can't... say.

What do you mean, you can't say?

No, I- I can't say now.

Think a minute, okay?

All right,
just stay right there.

I'm gonna be right over.

It's Janice.

Right.

I got to go.

Janice.

Ton'?

Ton', he hit me.

There was an accident.

Where's Ma?

She's upstairs.

Out. She took two Nembutals.

Ma?

I didn't mean it, Tony.

I didn't mean it.

Where's the gun?

In the cabinet.

If anybody called this in
or there's any shit about this,

you don't got to talk
to anybody.

What are you doing?

Take a shower.

Give me the clothes
and the shoes you got on.

Okay.

- What the fuck, Sal?
- They got away.

What did I tell you, huh?

- What did I tell you?
- I didn't go with them.

I was following them
to the boost,

and then I was gonna call you.

What if they would've
spotted you? Huh?

The Moltisanti kid
and his friend.

What was your plan for that?

That was the beauty part.

I didn't even use my own car.
I switched with my son.

You hit a fucking 7-Eleven clerk.

How is he?

- In a coma.
- Fuck.

They were gonna pinch you
for leaving the scene,

but I got you out of it.

I owe you, again.

Sal, listen to me.

No, look at me.

Look up.

You are not
an FBI employee, Sal.

Okay?

That's not gonna happen.

But I got a lot to offer.

And I hate LCN.

I know I misspent most
of my life, I know that.

I know fucking-a well,

we live in a society of laws...

Sal, you are gonna help us

build a case
against Tony Soprano.

And then you're gonna go do
your time for selling heroin.

And then you get out
and start a new life.

It's a good thing.

It's a lucky thing.

Sal.

Don't be that way.

I can show you statistics.

Whoa.

Yeah, I know, but we don't
got time for that now.

Get him out of here.
Get rid of him.

Bring his car
to the salvage crusher.

Cadillac. Mannaggia la marina.

I'll get something.

Hello?

Up.

Where you going, Tony?
Tony, Tony, please please!

Don't go.

I'll be right back.

We gotta speed this up.

You know what time these humps
come in for work?

Fucking meat delivery
at 5:00 a.m.

We're almost done.

It's gonna be a while before
I eat anything from Satriale's.

Okay.

Get a hose,
start to wash the room.

Janice, is that you down there?

What are you doing up so early?

Ma, go back to bed.

I just don't know
what happened to me.

I had the strangest dreams
all night long.

People coming and going.

Coming and going.

I couldn't get up off the bed.

Ton'... Tony.

Anthony, what are you
doing here?

Nothing. Come on, Janice, let's go.

Richie didn't come home last night.
She's worried about him.

Oh, sure,
he probably jilted her.

That's the story of her life.

What kind of a fucking
chance did she have

with you as her mother?

You were always nagging her
about her weight.

She goes out on a date,
she comes home,

you call her a fucking tramp.

I'm gonna wait out in the car.

I never said anything
of the kind.

- I heard you.
- You make things up.

You tell me...

now you tell me when I ever
did anything to any of you.

You don't know, do you?

You don't have a fucking clue.

I wasn't always perfect,

but I always tried to do
the best I could.

And I know you didn't,
any of you,

didn't like it when I tried
to tell you what to do.

Babies are like animals.

They're no different than dogs.

Somebody has to teach them
right from wrong.

But I was your mother.
Who else was gonna do it?

If you ask me,
I did a pretty damn good job.

That palace you live in,

up there on that hill.

Ugh.

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

I suppose now you're
not gonna kiss me.

What?

You're cruel.

That's what you are.

Oh, fuck this.

Oh! No!

Oh!

How you doing, hon?

Who sended you? Tony?

Yeah, he asked me
to bring you this.

What is it, money?
I don't want it.

Yes, you do.
There's $75,000 in here.

75?

Listen, Irina,
I know you're upset.

Let me give you a little advice.

In my business,
I see girls come and go.

So I know.

Time is the great enemy.

You had a very short window.

It's not good to get
too hung up on any one thing.

On the other hand,

something new
always comes along.

I've seen it a million times.

It's called Passages.

You know, it's a book.

He's right, Irinushka.
He's very smart man.

Thanks. You're welcome.

I'm not gonna forget this, Tony.

I owe you.

God, do I owe you.

All in all, though, I'd say
it was a pretty good visit.

What's wrong
with our family, Tony?

I go to a shrink.

She says that our mother
is a narcissistic personality.

Why she turned out that way,
who the fuck knows?

Grandpa Vito
was no prize as a father.

I mean, that's not all
the shrink says.

She says that Ma is a person

who was incapable
of experiencing joy.

And Dad, all he did
was experience joy.

Richie told me
you were going to a shrink.

I used to suggest it,
and you'd blow your stack at me.

Maybe you ought
to think about it.

You know,
going back into therapy.

What'd you do with him?

We buried him...

on a hill overlooking
a little river,

with pine cones all around.

You did?

Come on, Janice, what the fuck?

What do you care
what we did with him, huh?

What, do you want to know?

I loved him so much.

You're gonna miss your bus.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

All right.

All right, go ahead.

Meadow, you have a UPS.
It's up in your room.

What are you doing in here?

You've been gone all night.
Half the morning.

What the hell
happened over there?

Janice decided
to go back to Seattle.

You're kidding.

Well, what about Richie?
He must be devastated.

Richie's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Gone.

Where?

Carmela, after 18 years
of marriage,

don't make me make you
an accessory after the fact.

An accessory after the...

Holy shit.

Stop asking.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I took care of it.

That...

That was not a marriage
made in heaven.

What's all this?

After Meadow's graduation,

me and Rosalie Aprile
are going to Rome.

For three weeks.

Excuse me?

We're gonna stay
at the Hassler, shop,

and try and see the Holy Father.

What are people gonna say,
you take off for three weeks?

You're gonna have
to chauffeur A.J. around

to his dentist and whatnot.

And you've got to find a tennis
clinic for Meadow to join.

Because if I have
to do it, Tony...

I just might commit suicide.

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ I saved the world today ♪

♪ And everybody's happy now ♪

♪ The bad thing's gone away ♪

♪ And everybody's happy now ♪

♪ The good thing's
Here to stay ♪

♪ Please let it stay ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ I saved the world today ♪

♪ And everybody's happy now ♪

♪ And everybody's Happy now ♪

♪ The bad thing's gone away ♪

♪ So happy now ♪

♪ And everybody's happy now ♪

♪ The good thing's
Here to stay ♪

♪ Please let it ♪

♪ Ooh, let it ♪