All language subtitles for The Sopranos - S01E12 - Isabella.eng.SDH

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENING]

Junior, hey.

Jimmy, how you doing, kid?

How many of these things we gotta go to?

Filone's mom at the kid's
funeral, the way she carried on.

Fucking manners.

I want you to know I always thought
you had that right too. You know?

Jimmy, let me tell you something.
Don't worry about what I know.

[DANCE MUSIC]

I was just over to Tony's house.

Oh, yeah? How was he?

He looked

tired.

Maybe he's got hypoglycemia.

-Maybe he's depressed.
-What's he depressed about?

He talked to me about it.

-Depression?
-Well…

What do you know about depression?

Nothing, but he sleeps all the
time, he's not taking care of himself…

Top guys have dark moods.

Winston Churchill drank a
quart of brandy before breakfast.

And Napoleon, he was a moody fuck too.

Am I nuts? A day at the mall in
mules and I'll be crippled for life.

I told Lilliana to put some
giambotto in the microwave for you.

How are you fixed for sweat socks?
We'll be by the Sports Authority.

Tony?

I know you're in there!
I know you hear me!

Will you let me sleep?

Does your therapist know about
this? Maybe you need more medication.

She's got me on lithium
and Prozac. What else?

Aromatherapy, something.

This is not normal,

for a healthy adult male
to take to bed like this.

I got a lot on my mind.

Oh, really? Well, move over, then.

Those indictments are
hanging over my head too.

Plus I got the roots in
the pipe to the street.

My best friend, Pussy, has disappeared.
He's probably fucking dead, okay?

This downturn started long before
Pussy Bonpensiero disappeared.

If you want me, I will
be at the Paramus Mall

getting your son a suit
to wear to his first formal.

Carmela, come on!

Sunlight is good for people.

In Alaska, they wear little light
hats so they don't get depressed.

Sorry, Junior.

The Jackson Street Bridge was up.

If you say you'll be someplace

-be someplace!
-Sorry.

Junior, you all right?

Pork-chop boy was
here. That fucking Altieri!

Running his mouth about
the Brendan Filone hit.

Is that what him and my capos
talk about behind my back?

The meeting's adjourned
at the Green Grove.

Chucky and I spoke to
Donnie P., and the thing

it's happening tomorrow.

That quick? Good.

Yeah. Black guys.

It'll never lead back.

They got a pisciatoio in this place?

Look at her like that.

Mariolina gave me my first hand
job. Me and Vincent Miniscalco

in the alley behind the chicken market.

What am I saying at
this poor woman's wake?

I wanted to let you
know so you don't worry.

Everything's taken care of about Tony.

When I was a little kid like that

I always used to wonder why
nobody collected prayer cards

like they collect baseball cards.

Thousands of bucks for Honus Wagner,

and jack shit for Jesus.

It's going down at a news
stand by the medical center.

Where he spills his guts on
some fucking shrink's carpet.

Junior, these guys are very, very good.

Donnie Paduana did time with them
at Rahway. And I was very specific.

He's not gonna suffer. He'll
have an open casket, I promise.

Enough! I don't want to hear anymore!

Jesus, Michael, if I
delegate, I delegate.

TONY: Is that what time it is?

There is absolutely nothing on the
street about the big guy, anywhere.

I went to see his family.

Angela doesn't know shit, or she
deserves an Academy fucking Award.

His goomar either.

I don't wanna hear no
more talking about Pussy.

Mr. Tony, let me take that
robe and wash it for you.

Did I ask you to take the robe?

Jimmy Altieri was in the Bing.

Can't even look him in the face anymore.

If he's wired, it's doing jack shit

because all we feed
him is deliberate bullshit

till we can, you know…

Don't do nothing about Jimmy.

I don't even know if
he's the guy that flipped.

I don't know nothing no more.

Pussy probably freaked out
and he's lamming it, that's all.

How many times do I gotta say it?

-You want me to drive you somewhere?
-No.

I usually drive you.

-I'm going downstairs.
-What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna get my pants
out of the fucking drier, okay?

-Hello.
-Hi.

Is this yours? I found it in the yard.

Oh, no. Really?

Thought the Cusamanos were away.

Yeah, they went in Bermuda to play golf.

You're from Italy, aren't you?

-My English is pitiful.
-No.

You speak very good.

Your English is better than my Italian.

Principles of Oral Surgery?

I'm a student.

I'm here as part of a exchange
program between our two countries.

Boy, if my dentist looked like you
I'd stay awake during a root canal.

All right

I'll let you study.

Thank you for bring me…
Come si dice "biancheria"?

I don't know how to say in English.

Well, that makes two of us.

Bye.

[ROCK MUSIC]

That's him.

Remember, they don't
want nothing above the neck.

Let's do it.

CLAYBORN: Whoa.

Doughnuts? No wonder
he can't lose weight.

Where's he going now?

Yo, sir?

-Excuse me.
-What?

Could you pull forward?

-Give me a minute.
-Police department.

Where's your badge?

I said move this piece of shit, now!

Get the fuck out of my face.

We'll have to waste
this motherfucker too?

Let him get his doughnuts.
We'll pop him when he gets out.

CLAYBORN: Where's he going?

See if he left his
motherfucking keys in the car.

This is fucked up.

MIKE: No. No.

Jesus, you make a left at the stop sign.

You must be looking at us.
What are you, Ray Charles?

Jesus Christ!

How could it not have gone down?

I know, Junior. I'm sorry.

Some civilian got in the way.
Donnie will explain it to us.

I wanted it to be over.

I know.

Junior, mints?

[CAR SKIDDING]

We've been fucking
standing around here forever.

You don't think we
got better things to do?

What the fuck, man?

They'll do it tomorrow.
My personal guarantee.

Let me tell you something,
Donnie. If they don't

some hikers are gonna find
your personal guarantee rolled up,

and shoved up your ass.

Mike, they got blocked
in. There were witnesses.

-Tomorrow.
-What did I just say?

I already talked to
them. I realize it's urgent.

I heard Tony's own
mother wants him popped.

Who the fuck told you that?

I don't know. It's just a joke.

You think that's funny,
a guy's own mother?

DONNIE: Okay, okay.

Tomorrow!

Fucking A!

All right.

I don't like it. This
fucking guy's big mouth.

-No, he's okay.
-I don't like it!

Next they'll be making jokes about me.

MIKE: Chucky! Tell him to wait a minute.

Yo, Donnie! Hold on a minute.

Hey, Donnie.

Sorry!

Are you still taking the lithium?

Lithium. Prozac. When's it gonna end?

We're trying to give
a jolt to your system.

Give it

a little kick start.

Why not kick me in the head?

What you're going through
is very painful, I know that.

You get stabbed in
the ribs, that's painful.

This shit, I don't feel nothing.

Nothing.

Dead. Empty.

What else?

-What?
-What were you just thinking about?

This gorgeous piece of cooze

next door to Cusamano's. She's
staying there while they're away.

You do feel something?

Don't split hairs with me
because I've had it with you.

Like King Midas in reverse,
everything I touch turns to shit.

I'm not a husband to my
wife. I'm not a father to my kids.

I'm not a friend to my
friends. I'm nothing.

I don't even know why I come here.

Nothing else to do.

Do you think it would help if you
went someplace to rest up awhile?

-You mean like Vegas?
-No, not Vegas.

-A place where you'd be looked after.
-Like a hospital?

-With padded rooms and straitjackets?
-No. No straitjackets.

A residential treatment center.

Any idea what my life would be worth

if people knew I was
in a laughing academy?

Your life is boxing us in.

I'll take a gun and blow my head off.

If that's what you're saying,
you should be hospitalized.

Oh, yeah?

You get a couple of guys,
come to my house, try it.

All right.

I'm gonna push the
Prozac to 60 milligrams.

Sure, why not?

Hey, is that you?

Ciao!

Look who's here.

I was just talking about you. No kidding.

What are you doing here?

Have the class in gum
grafting alla scuola. I just finish.

Let me ask you. This
sandwich, it says it's a "hero."

Why do they call a sandwich "hero"?

-You don't want to eat that.
-No?

Come on.

-What's your name?
-Isabella.

I'm Tony.

-You never went in Italy.
-No.

Why no? You don't want to go?

I guess I just never got off
my ass. Excuse my French.

Your French?

It's an expression.

And where are your people from?

Wait a minute, don't tell me.

-Avellino?
-How'd you know that?

I didn't. I guessed it.

You look like this guy from there.

He came after the earthquake

to repair…

How do you say the seat of the house?

I love how you say that.

"Hearthquake."

You are making a joke.

No. No, I'm sorry.

Go ahead.

Fondamenta. Do you
understand? Fondamenta?

Foundation.

Foundation, sì. Foundation was
cracked, and he repaired the stone.

My grandfather was a stonemason.
He was Avellinese, him and his brother.

You should visit Avellino if
your family come from there.

There isn't too much left
because of the many earthquake.

But from the 17th century, is
still there a beautiful palazzo.

Palazzo delta Dogana.

And there is a place in
the corner of the piazza

a wine bar. You can
sit. You can see the hills.

And when is spring

you can smell the blossom
from the lemon trees.

And there is a church with a bell.

And they say when it
rings, that means that a baby

was conceived in the town.

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

[CHURCH BELLS RINGING]

[HORSE HOOVES CLACKING]

[BABY COOING]

ISABELLA: Antonio.

Tony?

Tony?

-Are you on medication?
-No.

No.

Tell me more about your

dental studies.

I was interested mainly

in tumors of the gum and
the soft tissue of the mouth.

Yeah?

Tumors of the gum, huh? Wow.

Dad, we're eating!

CARMELA: Hold it, Ma. Anthony?

-What does a gentleman do?
-In his own house?

CARMELA: A girl's invited
Anthony to his first formal.

Well, then?

Okay?

Thank you, young man.

Okay.

Tony!

I told you your mother
was coming for dinner.

-Hi, Mom.
-Well, look who's decided to join us.

And with that breath!

You know, I really don't
need that right now, Ma.

Aren't we being sensitive!

Meadow, can you take some
chicken and pass it, please?

-Where's Uncle Jun?
-He said he wasn't feeling well.

Did you know the average
chicken's feet never touch the ground?

That's dicked up.

If I was that young lady,

and you came and took me to that dance,

and used that kind of talk

I'd slap your face!

That's right, Ma. Thank you.

Well, the whole world's gone crazy.

Some woman in Pennsylvania shot
her children and set her house on fire.

Here we go.

How come my son's in
a bathrobe? Is he sick?

-He's fine.
-Dad, you're depressed.

Depressed?

My father came to this country
with seventeen cents in his pocket,

-and he never made a peep.
-Ma?

What's he got to be depressed about?

Nobody threw him into the glue factory,

and sold his house out
from underneath him.

CARMELA: We agreed to sell your home.

I'm going back upstairs.

I was making a joke!

I suppose it would be better
if I never opened my mouth.

How can it be a joke if you're crying?

This is really the last time.

I am never coming back to this house.

CARMELA: What a day! With this wind, huh?

What you looking at?

Nothing.

Who's she?

Dental student, from Italy.

You know her?

We had lunch.

Lunch?

You fucking piece of shit.

Going to dinner with you
is a distant memory for me,

but you have time to take her to lunch?

You're sinking this whole family
into your misery with your complaining

while I spoon-feed you and bathe you!

A half-inch of another woman's
thigh gets you out of bed?

What am I, a fucking idiot?

If I had an ounce of self-respect,
I would cut your dick off!

I was there last night for dinner.

I couldn't go.

Those poor freaking kids.

They barely have a father now.
You should see him at the dinner table.

-I don't want to know.
-In his bathrobe at 7 p.m.

Some bargain. That's
all anyone should pay.

My cousin, Cakey, after his
lobotomy, looked exactly like my son.

-Livia.
-Empty. A shell.

Better Cakey die than live like that.
That's what his mother used to say.

Don't talk about it anymore.
Don't talk about Tony. It's done.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Mr. Tony, Miss Carmela said to
tell you she went to buy a suit for A.J.

Go away.

Okay, mister. Miss Carmela told
me to remind you of your appointment.

How you doing, Tony? Pick Six today?

No, just an orange juice
and a racing form today.

-This wind, huh?
-Yeah.

Here you go.

-Thanks. Take care.
-Okay.

[GUN SHOT]

[CAR HORN GOES OFF]

Dead now, motherfucker!

Oh, shit!

[GRUNTING]

[YELLS]

[TONY LAUGHS]

[HORN GOES OFF]

Daddy! Where is he?
Please let him be all right!

-They didn't say anything?
-They didn't.

TONY: Look who's here.

Is he all right? Jesus Christ, Tony!

Your ear's all bloody!
What'd they do to your ear?

I'm putting in stitches
to create a nice closure.

We were so scared.

They almost killed you for a car!

Guess nobody told them
about the gas mileage it gets.

It's not funny, Dad.

What's the matter? Forget how
to talk because I got banged up?

-No.
-He's just frightened, that's all.

Doctor needs to finish up here, ma'am.

All right. Let's give
the doctor some room.

See you later.

-Poor Dad.
-He'll be all right.

Christ!

You can't wait until they
finish sewing my ear back on?

One inch to the left and you're in
a drawer instead of talking to me.

Who's talking to you?

What's he doing here?

Agent Harris is just leaving.

We're offering your husband full immunity

in return for his testimony.

Relocate you and your
family, you'll be completely safe.

Don't talk to my wife.

He wouldn't have to go to jail?

Carmela, ask this
prick if I'm even indicted.

This assassination problem
is not going to go away.

I told you to stop talking to my wife!

Carmela, will you wait outside?

Kiss my ass, Tony!

We're your only option, Tony.
It's not safe for you anymore.

-This conversation's over.
-What do you know?

He knows nothing. It was a carjacking!

Now get out of here!
You're upsetting my wife!

In case you change your mind.

-You know he's right.
-Nothing will happen.

Wake up, Tony! It already did!

I took an oath, Carmela.

Are you a kid in a tree house?

Did you tell anybody
about me seeing Melfi?

That's why they tried to kill you,
because you see a psychiatrist?

It was a carjacking!

Have the decency not to lie to me.

What do you want to do,
Carmela? Move to Utah?

Be Mr. and Mrs. Mike Smith?

We could sell Indian relics.
Maybe start a rattlesnake ranch.

This is our chance to get out,
Tony. We could start a whole new life.

Have some Mormons over to dinner.
Eat some tomatoes with no taste.

I want those kids to have a father.

They got one. This one.

Me. Tony Soprano.
And all that comes with it.

Oh, you prick!

Good.

I can't go to that dance now either.

God, self-involved much?

-It's Uncle Silvio and Uncle Paulie.
-PAULIE: Hey, squirt!

-They shot my dad.
-PAULIE: He's all right, though, isn't he?

Take more than a Jamaican bobsled
team with cap guns to stop him.

-Where is he?
-With Mom.

All right.

They look kind of weird.

I don't believe it was a carjacking.

TV ANNOUNCER: Today in
Montclair, Anthony Soprano

who allegedly is a captain in
the Northern New Jersey Mafia

was wounded in what he
claims was an attempted carjack.

But sources in the FBI say it was
a gangland execution gone awry.

Soprano escaped with minor wounds
and was taken to an undisclosed hospital.

One of his assailants,
William "Petite" Clayborn

was killed in the attack.

Continuing now with…

Is this true?

Do you think they made it up?

But how could this happen?

I don't know. I don't frigging know.

I feel like I'm floating in
space. He'll look for who did this.

Anthony? Of course he is!

-You understand what's going on?
-My son got shot and he got away!

What do we do now? What
the fuck do we do now, Livia?

-We go see him.
-Tony?

Of course!

He's my only son.

[DOORBELL]

Thanks, sweetheart.

-We could use some peppers out here.
-I'll get them.

Don't you have homework to do?

I can't help too?

Some fucking shit, huh?

Tony! Jesus fucking Christ!

PAULIE: Who do we blame for the hat?

I was on Denny Najarian's boat.

Two shooters, and his
piece was under the seat.

-You believe it?
-Two girls from the 'hood, that's all.

-Do we know who they are?
-The live one took off in a Taurus.

-Taurus?
-Yeah.

Moolies in a new Taurus.
Doesn't exactly fit the profile.

Motherfuck! These guys I had
a beef with at the news stand.

-You were there?
-The day before yesterday.

The news stand? The one in Montclair?

Yeah, I was in the neighborhood.

What were you doing there?

Taking my mother to the doctor.

Hey, put it right there, baby.

Thank you.

This husband of yours,
Carmela. How much we love him.

-He's the best.
-Come on.

He's like a father to me.

Just make sure nothing happens to him.

[DOORBELL]

I'll get it.

Come on.

All due respect, Tone

it had to be your uncle, right?

Well, why fucking now?

Maybe he found out.

Found out what?

That he's Joe Jerk-off, not the boss.
That you run things behind his back.

Anthony!

[DOORBELL]

Uncle Jun!

Don't get up. I heard
your knee was fucked up.

Don't worry, I'm all right.

-Your ear's disfigured.
-It's all right.

Hi.

Mikey and my crew are cracking
heads to find out who did this.

When we're done with them they're
gonna wish they were never born.

Look who it is. Father Intintola!

I came as a friend.

-How are you, Tony?
-All right.

If you'd like to speak privately
we could kneel in prayer or…

Not right now.

Why don't you grab a
sandwich and we'll talk later.

-You're sleeping over, right?
-Can I get you anything?

-Another sambuca?
-I'll get it.

I'll take a curaçao, if you
got it. I'll buy him one too.

No, that's all right. No alcohol for me.

Can he hear through that ear?

Ma, sit down. Here you
go. Have something to eat.

MEADOW: Want some?

Fuck, I thought it was him.

But there he is, glasses and all.

Don't eat capocollo,
Grandma. It's all fat.

Capocollo? Over here!

Right there.

Who is that?

Who?

-That girl.
-Who, Meadow?

-Is that Concetta?
-It's your granddaughter. Meadow?

All right, don't get
impatient. I'm your mother!

Did you hear? Dad fought off
two black guys. One got shot.

Why aren't you dressed for the dance?

-I can't go.
-Why not?

Don't you need me here?

And disappoint the
future Miss New Jersey?

Mom was gonna drive. She can't now.

You're gonna go.

[CRICKETS AND FROG SOUNDS]

I gotta know something.

And I want the truth.

Did you ever tell anybody
about you and me?

I may have mentioned to my family

that I had a patient who
was in trouble with something

we were hearing about in the news.

I never mentioned a
name or any other specifics

that could identify you as that person.

My son's.

Does your family know?

My mother's made a few comments.
But I don't see how she knows.

And even if she did…

Don't even go there about the old lady.

You should've seen her at my
house. She was losing her mind.

How are you doing with all of this?

I feel pretty good.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Well, that's good.

Talk about a jolt to the system.

Try getting shot at.

It'll give you a nice kick start.

You know, when I was depressed

I said I didn't want to live.

Well, I tell you something.

I didn't want to die.

Every fucking particle of
my being was fighting to live.

I had lunch with that girl next door.

You did?

Isabella.

She was telling me about

Avellino, where my people are from.

It sounded nice.

Anyway, she was talking,

and then all of a sudden…

We went to another place, like

in my mind's eye.

I don't know, we went back in
time to, like, 1907 or something.

And we were in this room, me and her.

And she was holding a baby
on her breast. She was nursing it.

She was whispering to it,
like, "It's okay, little baby.

Don't cry. It's gonna be okay.

I love you."

Did the baby have a name?

She was calling it Antonio.

Anthony, your fantasy

that's you, that little baby.

And Isabella, that she was nursing you.

Fuck me.

You think this is a stretch?

Can we get some of that whiskey?

Livia.

You don't knock? I
could've been in the nude!

What the hell is going on?

-See if my slipper is over there.
-Fuck your slipper!

I don't like that talk!

What was that bullshit yesterday?

You don't even recognize
your granddaughter?

I've been forgetting things lately.

You'll find that it'll
happen to you soon too.

Terrific timing, after the move
on your son is in the toilet!

I don't know what you're talking about!

Hey, Cuse!

Cuse!

How was Bermuda?

Jeanie wrecked up a
motorbike. Hurt her ankle bad.

-Oh, yeah? I'm sorry.
-Thanks.

So where's your dental student?

My what?

Isabella. Haven't seen
her in a couple days.

Your houseguest,
Isabella. Dark hair, beautiful.

You don't know what I'm saying?

Tony, I got no idea what you're saying.

You didn't have an Italian
girl? She's here studying…?

We had Skippy Palumbo from
down the street take care of the dog.

Never mind.

Forget it. Joke.

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

You sure about this?
You're not pulling my leg?

What am I, an idiot? Of course I'm sure!

-You never…?
-No!

I think I've said enough about it. I
never threatened to cut your dick off.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?
-TONY: Yeah, it's your patient.

The one who's been
involved in the news lately?

-I gotta talk to you.
-What's wrong?

-There was no Isabella.
-What?

There was no Isabella. I
just talked to Cusamano

he just got back from Bermuda.

I asked, "Where's the dental student?"
He looked at me like I was pazzo.

But you said that your wife
saw her, that you argued about it.

Yeah, I asked her about that.

-And?
-You thought she was pissed then?

You should see her now
that I said it was a fantasy.

Discontinue the lithium.

I already flushed it.

Even if it was the medicine,
this fantasy of yours has meaning.

You know, the issue of
mother and child. The Madonna.

You didn't see this broad.

Did you ever flirt or come
on sexually with Isabella?

-No.
-Why not?

You said she was very
beautiful and voluptuous.

Another question:

Why now?

-What?
-Why the need,

for the fantasy of a loving woman now?

-I don't know.
-Come in.

We can talk face to face.

I can't right now.

Your mother is always
talking about infanticide.

It's a sad situation in the world.

-Do you still feel okay?
-I feel pretty good, actually.

When I find out who shot
at me, I'll feel even better.