All language subtitles for The Sopranos - S05E13 - All Due Respect.eng.SDH

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[HUM OF COMPRESSOR]

You were right. Forensics
has signed off on him.

The body can be released.

Phil, why don't you wait until
they fix him up over there?

I promised our mother I'd see
him like we knew him, Jimmy.

Before they put on all
that pancake and shit.

Oh, for Madonna santa.

Your funeral director's car is
here. I'll go down and meet them.

John, how long I gotta wait?

Tony Soprano left to his own device

is never gonna give up
that fucking animal Blundetto.

-Philly.
-An eye for an eye?

This is kind of fun.

But if I was you, I'd dump this job.

I'd go to Italy.

This is no way for a caretaker to live.

Well, a few things
have to settle down first.

My cousin will send me
funds to go through Canada.

Italy, wow. Nice cousin.

Oh, hey, thanks for that massage.
My toe doesn't hurt hardly at all now.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Watch the windows.

Ho!

Excuse me. How you doing?

-You're Joanne, right?
-Who are you?

Well, we're friends of your son's.

My son doesn't live with me.

We're from Alcoholics Anonymous.

-What's your name?
-Well, we're anonymous.

I see his car's out front.

He went to California
or Vegas. I don't know.

California or Vegas. When did he leave?

Sorry, I have to go to work.

-Where the fuck is he?
-Phil…

Leave me alone.

I had a brother your son's age.

Please, let go of my hand.

Where the fuck is he, you fucking cunt?

I'll take that Discman
and I'll ram it up your box.

Philly, Philly, please. Please.

It's the guy's mother,
Phil. It's the guy's mother.

Oh, man, those jocks are juicers.
They'll do it just for the free brew.

You're still here?

I'm driving to school. I
don't have to leave as early.

He'll bring some cool people.

-Hey, what are you doing up?
-Snow blower.

Seems to me you are not
sleeping that well, period.

-Look at you.
-Told A.J. to fix this leak

while I was still living at my mother's.

What's going on with him?

Every time I go by the room, he's
flopped on the bed, on the phone.

I am so sick of nagging him.

If he thinks he's gonna get into East
Stroudsburg State, he's sadly mistaken.

Now, look at this kid out
there, the gardener's son.

-Can't ask this one to take out the trash.
-Poverty is a great motivator.

-You think we gave A.J. too much?
-Then look at Meadow.

Same house, same
everything. She's doing great.

She takes after you, maybe.

Don't do that. He's my son too.

[DOOR OPENING]

Well, I got that appointment with his
coach today. Maybe he's got a clue.

-Hello?
-In here, Dad.

Hey, there's my little amaretto cookie.

Clear a place so we
can take a look at these.

They're only preliminary drawings.

I've got scones if anybody wants.

Meadow! Take a look at the
house your mother's gonna build!

Well, and Grandpa, of course.

Tony, Ignatz is responsible for those
Normandy chateaus up on Tisch Drive.

Wow, look at that entry. What
is that, like three stories high?

[DOOR OPENING]

[PHONE RINGING]

-T?
-Christopher, hi. It's Carmela.

-Is Adriana there?
-No.

I was just wondering what was
going on. I stopped by Fortunoff.

She was supposed to get back to them
with a decision about her china pattern.

And she hasn't returned their
calls. Is everything all right?

We broke up.

What? Why? What happened?

Nothing. She left. Broke my heart.

Moved out a couple days
ago. Haven't seen her.

Oh, no. That's terrible.
Are you all right?

She stiffed me on the club, never
showed for work. The place is rudderless.

-Oh, my God. Is there anything I can do?
-No.

Well, look, I gotta go.
Somebody's waiting for me.

I am devastated.

I wish I could reach
her. Is there a number?

-Not that I know of.
-Chris, listen.

There's other fish in the sea.

I know. Thanks.

Tony Soprano and Vito Spatafore
talking about the bus-station project.

Adriana La Cerva.

Way we make it, she's either
taken off or gotten clipped.

-You hear anything?
-Clipped? Why?

-Stepping out on her boyfriend.
-I heard she took off.

-Any idea where?
-How should I know? He's a dope addict.

Did I already give you that?

-If you hear anything, let me know.
-Say hello to Ike and the guys.

[LAUGHING]

T's held up. He said
to start without him.

-Right?
-Yeah.

What can we say about this guy?

The ancient Romans had a word for it.

Asshole.

In all candor, though,
we love you, Raymond.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Take that setup away. He ain't coming.

-Who, Chris?
-South with the geese.

Christopher is the
logical sacrifice bunt.

-Make up for the dead brother.
-I'm his brother-in-law.

You think New York is really
gonna come after you, Bobby?

What the fuck do I know?

If you're them, he wants
somebody close to Tony as possible.

And who knows him better and longer?

Don't think Johnny's not gonna
put a financial squeeze on us.

Tell me about it. I'm already getting
fucked with by Johnny's people.

-It's not good.
-All due respect

I'm willing to die for a
good cause. This is bullshit.

-There he is!
-Hey, hey.

Sit down, sit down. Sit down, sit down.

What's going on?

Vito misto, how are you?

-Happy birthday, Ray.
-Thanks for coming, Ton.

I brought these plus… That's a good one.

"Acuto di Soprano."

I serve it at my house.
It's from Avellino.

My grandfather said that some of
my ancestors were winemakers,

-but what the fuck do I know, huh?
-Thanks, Ton.

-That's gonna be a treasure.
-Yeah, well, whatever.

Larry! What the fuck are you doing here?

-I thought you were under house arrest?
-Fuck them.

I ever see that prison doctor,
God forbid, I'm gonna say:

"Fuckstick, they ever show you these
in medical school? They're called balls."

Good for you!

Listen, I can't stay.

I got a meeting I gotta go to.

Got something I wanna say.

My cousin Anthony went
into business for himself…

We all know this.

In a way, for which there is no excuse.

He's got a problem with rage.

He disappointed me, Anthony, in
ways that I can't even begin to tell you.

And he put us all at risk.

Irregardless

it's been made clear to me
that if they put their hands on him

he will not be dealt with quick.

I'm talking torture.

For that reason, even if I knew
where my cousin was… And I do not.

I would not deliver him up to them.

I am offering him the same
protection that I would offer any of you

in similar circumstances.

I know what you're gonna say:
"I would never do what he did."

God bless, I hope not.

But we are a family.

And even in this fucked-up day
and age, that means something.

So we are gonna deal with
this as a family, together

no matter how it affects
anybody personal safety-wise

financially-wise, whatever.

I see that my nephew isn't here
and it's important he I am it now.

It's my desire that you circle
the wagons, you support him.

Until and as such.

Raymond, sorry I can't stay.

-Happy birthday, huh?
-Thanks.

-Gentlemen, enjoy your dinner.
-See you, T.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Thank you. That was great.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Thought you had Raymond's dinner.

I left early.

It's nice you're home.

There's chicken parm.

Was Christopher there?

No.

-You know him and Adriana broke up?
-No.

This kid. That's his trouble.
He keeps it all bottled up.

Then they wonder why they
get chemical dependencies.

[DOOR OPENING]

[LAUGHING]

Do you think there was somebody else?

Because there was
this one night, way back.

It was movie night with the
girls. Adriana was very upset.

She wanted to get something off
her chest. Then she ran out crying.

You know, I'll bet she
was seeing somebody.

You never know about people.

NARRATOR [ON TV]: His plans were
often startling, instinctive, spontaneous,

and not infrequently obscure.

His men idolized him and
had boundless faith in him.

After being promoted in 1916, he
joyfully returned home on leave

to marry his sweetheart,
Lucie Maria Mollin.

She would be the
love of his life to its end.

Rommel saw the huge
assault on France forming,

and he saw that the new
armored weapon would be at the…

I still love this old house so much.

I should do half so good
with my stupid project.

SOLDIER: Panzer Division, was almost

precisely what he had
done as a lieutenant.

Yeah.

He was directing the
efforts of a single tank.

I'm sorry, did you want to be alone?

No. No.

It was blitzkrieg in its
purest form. It was Rommel.

[TV MUSIC]

NARRATOR: He had what the
Germans call Fingerspitzengefühl

which is a sixth sense
of sizing up the situation.

[EXPLOSION]

[RADIO PLAYING]

-Hey.
-Claude Rains.

-Thanks for doing this.
-About 1500 there.

It should tide you over.

-Hey, Sil.
-Hey, kid.

You want something? Fries?

-Fucking something this situation, huh?
-Right.

I can't even get down to
Milt's. Fence some jewelry.

Everybody with eyes in the back of
their head. Shit, I was Tony's driver.

It's amazing. You want me to be honest?

The favoritism Tony still
shows for our fucking cousin

after what he's done?

What does Tony B. have on this guy?

I'm supposed to take
a bullet for this skive.

After all your uncle's done for
you, I need to get into specifics?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENING]

Said you went home.

Trisha. Just heard her old man died.

I'll give her a call.

Actually, I been hanging
around on purpose.

I gotta talk to you, Ton.

About what?

Ton, I've been the
consigliere for a lot of years…

Don't go into a fucking preamble.
Just tell me what's on your mind.

-You got some unhappy people out there.
-No shit.

Not just the young guys.

Guys that have been with
you since the beginning.

Since before the beginning.
Guys who worked for your father.

-Fucking Paulie, right?
-I'm not saying nothing.

-Yeah, well, goddamn him.
-These guys, Ton

will do whatever you order.

-Except in this case.
-Don't say it like that.

Forget that Blundetto's my cousin.

I give him up, we can give
the whole fucking thing up.

Here's where the
conversation gets difficult.

-Go.
-All due respect

you were ready to hand
him your cousin a week ago.

It's not about standing with the guys
or upholding some rules. Not really.

Then what's it all about?
Why don't you illuminate me?

It's about you don't
wanna eat shit from John.

You don't wanna bow down.

You told him to go fuck himself

which, to be honest, wasn't
exactly appropriate, considering.

-Oh, is that right?
-All due respect.

What the fuck do you know
what goes on in my head?

I known you since you were a kid, Ton.

Frankly, you got a
problem with authority.

This attitude of yours

it's a lot of what's made
you an effective leader.

But we all got flaws. Even you.

Seven deadly sins and yours is pride.

All due respect.

You got no fucking idea
what it's like to be number one.

Every decision you make affects
every facet of every other fucking thing.

It's too much to deal with almost.

And in the end, you're
completely alone with it all.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

This is the course I've chosen.

And those of you that
are not with me on it

well, that makes me sad
and it'll be dealt with in time.

You need me for anything else?

[DOOR CLOSING]

[HEAVY METAL PLAYING]

[ENGINE TURNING OVER]

[KNOCK ON GLASS]

[DOOR OPENING]

-Benny, right?
-How you doing, Mr. Leotardo?

I'm sitting listening to WFAN and I go,
"Isn't that the kid that drove for Tony?"

I'm on my way to the hospital.

Well, that's up to you.

No, no, I mean my mom, she…

-Where's your boss's friend?
-What friend?

Don't fuck with me,
kid. Don't fuck with me!

[ENGINE TURNING OVER]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

-Where's Blundetto?
-I don't know!

[SCREAMS OF PAIN]

It's a start.

-Hey, Ton.
-Hey, Ton.

Jesus.

He has a fractured skull.

-Is he talking at all?
-A little.

Listen, Ben, I want you to know
that this is all gonna be taken care of

through the plumbers union
health plan. I'm gonna see to that.

You know what? We were talking here,

and it's time you get your own customers.

You're getting a little too
old to be beating people up.

-Where's Larry?
-He's staying home.

He's the boy's godfather.

He called me, said he
was gonna be down here.

House arrest.

All right.

This is fucked up.

-What do you wanna do about it?
-What do I wanna do about it?

I want that man to do something about it.

I want him to give us the
okay to drive to Brooklyn

clean some fucking timepieces over there.

Tony Blundetto whacked
the brother of a captain.

Tony tried to strike at them
again? We should take him out.

Look, just give me that first
one, the Oregonian, 39.95.

Oh, you're sending a fruit basket
to the kid. He'll appreciate it.

It's for Mel. The poor guy
had a stroke, you believe it?

-He's younger than me.
-Melvoin?

-Jesus Christ, that's terrible.
-That's why I asked you to come over.

His speech. He'll sound a
little stonato, probably forever.

But get this. Nine months, maybe a year

till he can work a full schedule.

They'll have to postpone my retrial.

No shit.

The question is should I use the stall,

but then get a lawyer who's more with it?

So you heard about this
thing with Phil and John?

-Bobby said something about this.
-But you're losing money, probably.

-I am? How much?
-Oh, you gotta talk to him.

-John?
-Bobby!

Does John do your collections?

Look, Uncle Jun, what do you think?

John beat one of my guys
to within an inch of his life.

Next time he's gonna kill somebody.

But what can I do? It's my cousin.

Did I give them the office
address or the home?

-I'm talking.
-The man had a stroke.

You want it to go to the
wrong place? It's fruit. It'll rot.

Hey. I painted myself into a corner here.

And I don't see a way out.

But he wasn't made, right?

The kid. Phil's son.

It's okay, forget it.

I'm sorry, but I'm fucking
nonplussed with all this news.

Frankly, I don't know. You're
going a little squirrelly in this house.

-Tell Phil.
-Tell Phil what?

Where you going?

You wanted to confer with me?

It's not important.

Make sure you eat a lunch today.

Poor fucking Feech La Manna.
Tony sent the wrong ex-con back to jail.

You realize I had a container of imported
provolone coming into that port Saturday?

That fucking Phil and
them put it on a truck

took it to Westchester instead of
Rahway where we always split the loads.

Jesus. That shit is liquid gold.

Tony knows what has to be done.

Tell John where to find Tony
Blundetto. He just won't do it.

As if he even knows where Tony B. is.

Give me a fucking break.
Of course he knows.

-It's Christopher I feel for.
-Please. Let me tell you something.

Anthony Soprano is very adroit at keeping
his family out of the fucking frying pan.

Both cousins. The rest of us:

How is life now that you're back home?

Carmela?

I had a dream a couple weeks ago.

Before I moved back, recurring dream.

-See my old coach from high school.
-What happens?

Well, see he told me back
then, this guy, he said…

-Said that I was special.
-You never told me this.

Why now?

Does everything I drag
here gotta be a dead dog?

I went to see my son's football coach.

See, he was starting my boy

-now coach is going to this other kid.
-What's the reason?

Well, A.J.'s just devoting
more energy to academics.

He wants to get into a good school.

How's things on other
fronts? Your cousin?

Well, you touched on something
there that's not so good.

-What's the problem?
-I really can't talk to you about it.

This is very difficult
for me treating you

when so much of your life is closed off.

How many times can I say this?

Look, I'm not trying
to be difficult here.

It affects me tremendously, this
trouble he's gotten himself into.

So I'm upset.

Well…

And I care about him so much.

You care about him so much?

We spent hours getting to the realization

that your feelings for your
cousin stem from guilt and shame.

Do you remember that?

-Do you care?
-It's just that it doesn't matter now…

It's just that here we are as
always, back at square one.

With you going into
high sentimentality mode.

Sentimentality mode?
We were children together!

Look, it's a lot like with your son.

Here's what I bet the
coach didn't tell you.

What you wanted to hear most

is that your son is special too.

What I'm saying is, whatever you wanna do

vis-à-vis your cousin, your
son, whoever, own your feelings.

I'm very confused.

But we can't talk about it.

It's my mess.

All my choices were wrong.

[SOFT HOUSE MUSIC]

-How much?
-It's 5 bucks.

It's 5 bucks.

Your cup's your admission pass.

-Where they from?
-Montville.

-They gotta go.
-Totally.

[CELL RINGING]

-Hello?
-Chiara!

-Hi!
-You gotta come up Greenbrook Road.

Patrick said to tell you guys
some people have bogus cups.

They brought them with
them to get out of paying.

Hey, man. Let me see your cup.

-It's back in the Athletic Department.
-We're getting ripped off.

You think this is like downloading music?
That beer's ours unless you pay for it.

Fucking manners!

[GRUNTING]

[CLOTHES RIPPING]

Yeah!

Oh, come on.

[DIAL TONE]

[CELL RINGING]

Speak.

Hello?

Hello? Hello.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-Who is it?
-Open this door.

[DOOR OPENING]

Wanna talk to you. I
hear you got some beefs.

Do you wanna phone everybody?

What the fuck?

I know you said you wanted it burnt, T,

but the picture moved me.

It's because you knew it
cost me an arm and a leg.

It's museum-quality work, I admit that.

But I told the guys, the chance to
hang a picture of you on my wall.

I rescued it from the flames.

What's with the hat and shit?

Don't give me "huh." You
know what it does to me?

-To be reminded of that fucking horse?
-I'm sorry, T.

But you never come here no more.

I didn't figure it'd be a problem.

I never come here no more because
they're watching all our houses.

-It's no good for us to visit.
-I know.

What do you get a big laugh out of that?

-That's no joke, T.
-Then what the fuck is it?

That's no joke. That cost me a lot
of money to get the retouching done.

What the fuck you do it
for? Don't bullshit me, Paulie.

Part of it, all right, was to fix
some fire damage on the guy's feet.

But while I was at it I also thought
I don't have a modern look in here.

So go with something more traditional.

Something that catches
more of what you're about.

A goddamn lawn jockey?

That's not a lawn
jockey. That's a general.

What general? Who?

It's not a real general
from history. It's you.

What the fuck?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[FOOT STEPS]

[GUN SHOT]

[DIAL TONE]

[CELL RINGING]

Speak.

He's at 146 Route 9A, Kinderhook.

[DOOR CLOSING]

-Skip.
-How's it going?

-Hey.
-Hey, Ton.

We got you your bialys and coffee.

Johnny Sack called for you.

Called a couple of times. He
seemed to be upset about something.

Good bialy.

Any time, boss.

[SAFE CLOSING]

Catch you later.

Take it easy, Ton.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[PHONE RINGING]

-What?
-It didn't solve a thing.

-It's over, John.
-The fuck it is!

He's beside himself now.

The best thing for him,
for you, for all of us

is to put this thing behind
us and get back to business.

-How is that supposed to happen?
-Something we gotta talk about.

As a first step I'd consider giving Phil

quarter of my points in
the Bloomfield operation

which my cousin was running.

I'm at Columbia Pres all
day. My yearly physical.

An hour already I'm
waiting for this doctor.

Then I got bone density tests, lipids.
Come to the city tonight, we'll sit down.

No offense, John, but I got
an IQ of 136. It's been tested.

All right. Tomorrow morning
then, my house, 6:30.

-What?
-I'm on a 9 a.m. flight to Miami.

-I have to get things in line down there.
-John…

You think I'm gonna give you
ammazz with Ginny upstairs?

-If you don't hear from me, I'll be there.
-Tony. You and you alone.

I'm not having Phil. Nobody.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

-Who is it?
-It's me.

Go up to the farm and
pick up your cousin.

I need you to go up
there now, this morning.

May be over. But watch your back.

Take him off the premises, obviously.

Should be buried.

-It should be you that does it.
-You got it.

We never got a chance to
talk in detail about Adriana.

I know.

If you let something slip

if she saw anything.

There was a couple of times I had
her with me picking up collections.

Esplanade.

The cigarettes, she was
always nosing around.

Did you ever say anything about
Ralph? Or the Bevilaqua kid?

-No.
-Would you remember?

I swear on my life.

You won't find any of that.

I'm reading, I'm lifting weights.

I know what you think,
Ton, but you'll see.

I'm gonna prove myself to you.

I only chipped that
once, on the day with her.

She was willing to rat me out because
she couldn't do five fucking years.

-I thought she loved me.
-She's a cunt.

Does no good to think about that now.

All right, so…

[SOBBING]

No, he does like her.

Because he told me.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

-I've heard you talking in here all night.
-Could you knock?

You said you would be finishing
your Stroudsburg application.

You're gonna stroke out if you
can't find a way to control yourself.

-I know.
-Hang that phone up.

Call me back later?

I don't know what to say, you know.

Those applications are late,
you are cooked. It's that simple.

And I do know this because I
have raised you from day one

you won't like working at McDonald's.

Could you amp up the drama a little?

You know what? I don't like the sarcasm.

And I don't want you around
here next year sponging off of us.

So fine. I am withholding all allowance
until those applications are done.

That's not even
practical and you know it.

-What's the matter?
-He hasn't done his applications

-he isn't getting allowance.
-No allowance.

-Well, I have $300 of my own money.
-How?

Me and Matt put on a party.

Five dollars a person.

We made 600 bucks after expenses.

-What expenses?
-The band.

Is that what you've
been on the phone about?

It may interest you to know, people
said it was the best party all year.

-There was drinking, I suppose?
-We just let people into Matt's house.

What they brought was
not under our control.

Do your applications. Now.

[DOOR CLOSING]

What?

You know, it's interesting.

-I was talking to his college adviser.
-Who, Wegman?

No, A.J. got switched
around, Miss Merrow.

She mentioned that
A.J. talked to her once

about what might be good
schools to study event planning.

Event planning?

What the hell is it?

I am not really sure.

-It's gay, isn't it?
-I don't know.

I know you're around
a lot of wealthy people.

And then he watches that
DVD over and over again.

The one with Mike Myers about…

What's his name?
…Steve Rubell, the Studio 54 guy.

Oh, Jesus.

Yeah, but I mean, you know it…

Well, I guess, you know.

I don't know.

He's fired up about something at least.

So? Go ahead.

Phil has to know that punishment has
been meted out and that's all there is.

And that what we are here for in the end

is to put food on the
table for our families

our sons, the future.

That's what's important.

He doesn't accept that.
His family's smaller by one.

Well then, my friend, it's up
to you to make him accept it.

-Me?
-Let's talk, John

about the 500-pound elephant in the room.

Which is that you started
this cycle of bloodshed

when you whacked the
girl Carmine used to fuck.

Lorraine Calluzo was not a girl.

And what kind of a man
bangs his second cousin?

What are you, the frigging cardinal?

Look, you wanna shut down
our joint construction jobs?

Eat K rations? Fine.

You want Phil to put
one in one of my guys?

That'll go a long way to making you
the rich prick you always wanted to be.

What do you suggest?

Well, whatever his legitimate
sorrow, he's got a price.

He wants to provide for his family.

-And?
-And what?

Meet his price. And that's it. I
don't wanna hear nothing else.

-Oh, you don't?
-I paid enough, John.

I paid a lot.

Maybe I could sell it.

Truth is we've had discussions.
I gave him the sports book.

Why didn't you say that
right off? You cheap fuck.

Because I don't like it.

-He'll want consigliere…
-All right, let's not go backwards now.

These people you run
into wanna be boss, huh?

-They should know.
-I told you.

You don't listen, you nut.

It's good seeing you again.

Still look forward to working
with you, John. I mean that.

-You want a coffee?
-Oh, I don't know…

Oh, my fucking Christ.

FBI! Open up!

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

FBI!

Oh, my God!

I'm the gardener! I'm the…

[DOG BARKING]

[BABBLING BROOK]

[SQUISHY FOOTSTEPS]

[CHILDREN'S CHOIR]

[DIALING NUMBER]

Absolutely, put him on. Anthony?

The Feds just hit Johnny
Sack. You heard anything?

I had Gendler on my cell
phone all the way over here.

Jimmy Petrille was a cooperator.

Brooklyn AUSA took down the
whole Petrille crew, plus Johnny.

Would have reached all
the way to Carmine Sr

-if he hadn't died.
-Jimmy Petrille? He's a sweet old guy.

He gave them gambling,
homicides, trafficking.

Eighteen fucking years' worth.
It's a major kreplach, my friend.

-I was fucking there.
-What? Where?

Johnny's house. My
car's still in the driveway.

I'm walking three miles towards my house.

No law against parking your
car, unless it's in front of a hydrant.

[LAUGHING]

I'm not laughing, Neil.

No, of course not.

Anyway, you weren't named
in the indictment obviously.

It's Brooklyn. They
weren't coming for you.

So frankly, were I you, I might
actually consider laughing.

Or rub a hunchback's hump. Or something.

-Yeah.
-Be of good cheer.

Call you when I hear more.

[CHILDREN'S CHOIR]

[TWIGS SNAPPING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[DOOR SLIDING OPEN]

What happened to you?
Your shoes are soaking wet.

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