tony, hey. i tented the bulbs.
oh, good.
i've been meaning to ask you...
the sacrimoni's--
i've been doin' his yard over there a year and change now...
and?
i guess what i'm asking is
how much longer do i have to keep doin' this on the arm?
oh, so it was okay when we were gettin' you
out of your feech la manna problem, huh?
but suddenly-- short fuckin' memory?
i appreciate that, tony. don't get me wrong, but--
you're a selfish prick, sal. you know that?
her husband's in jail. don't you think this is the time
when mrs. sacrimoni needs you the most?
the federal prosecutors and myself have been told
to clear our calendars for the next five months.
so trial is upon us.
and the feds have reached
a complete accounting of your worth.
"the vintage wurlitzer"?
they go through my fuckin' sock drawer?
they shot a video the day of your arrest.
they even tracked down the 180 grand
in boca raton under your father's name.
they estimate your net worth at $5 million...
while ginnlives on scraps.
...between your cash and portlios
with fidelity and vanguard,
your 401k and verance parachute from essany scaffolding,
condo in deal beach at 450,
maserati, ginny's yukon,
and the house and its contents valued at a million two.
is this all part of your plan, ron--
make me so fuckin' depressed that i hang myself?
it's my obligation to raise the idea again of cooperating.
flip?
let me explain something to you again, ron,
but differently.
being a rat, where i'm comin' from,
that's like asking a person where you're comin' from
to become a fuckin' nazi.
i don't wanna hear that shit again.
good.
because, frankly, i don't represent turncoats.
'cause it would kill your practice.
huh...
what happened to my stuffed pork loin?
you ever hear of knocking?
i ordered it special.
you had them send it up to carmela?
you get what you pay for.
hi.
she's your little twin.
bacala's got no fuckin' genes at all.
you never miss a chance to shit on him, do you?
i'm joking, come on. she looks like you, that's all.
i don't know why you just can't admit
that you blame us that you got shot.
unfortunately, i have only myself to blame.
"unfortunately." oh-ho.
so obviously you'd like to blame somebody.
i have only myself to blame.
you don't blame me for the shooting?
well you fuckin' blame me for something!
- jan, the baby. - you know, marrying the boss's sister--
usually it's a step up.
but you keep your goddamn foot on our necks.
you punish bobby because he's my husband.
- will you stop, huh? - to be his age and not to be a captain?
oh, now i see what this little visit's all about.
he works so hard for you,
and what does he get?
merciless ridicule--
about his weight, about his model railroading.
- he's a grown man! - oh, but it's okay for neil young.
he owns lionel!
domenica! take care of your things.
i don't know where it comes from--
all your anger, your hate for me.
i'm your sister.
i know i'm not perfect.
i know i annoy people.
i think about you
lying in that hospital bed...
i cried for you.
i sat with you.
i know it.
and i appreciated it.
but we both know
no matter how much help i gave,
you'd still be here fuckin' complainin'.
oh my god,
there's nothing holding us together but dna.
i'm askin' what else you got besides slot machines.
that single-deck blackjack?
okay, thanks.
i can't believe this.
- i was-- - is this what you're doing all day?
i knew there was a reason you wouldn't let me read the galleys of your book.
i'm doing research.
i guess rocky marciano was a fan of the greyhounds
'cause i found a fucking trifecta box ticket in my trash!
hold up.
it's complicated shit.
are you even a sports writer?
i mean, here we are talking about taking the next step in this relationship.
i ask you to share my home and you can't ev be straight with me.
fuck this. nice knowing you, vincent.
jimbo, come on.
i'm not a writer, okay?
i'm not from scottsdale
and the car's not my sister's.
i'm actually from new jersey
- i knew it. - some shit went down.
i had to leave--
my home, my contracting business...
my wife, my kids.
are you drunk? it's not even 11:00!
you think it's easy?
i miss home so bad my heart's a fuckin' lump.
i'm barely holding together,
stuck in the sticks, running out of money
and now this?
you think i was looking for you?
a wife and kids. of course.
i've been divorced for a few years.
where do they think you are?
you can never tell anybody, ever.
i'm not fuckin' around here.
i was married too, remember?
i was only gonna say you need some money.
you worked construction. maybe i can help you get work.
i know some people could always use a good handyman.
happy birthday!
- mwah! - stop blubbering. it's a party.
you think we'd let you turn 50 alone?
- happy birthday. - thank you.
hi, sal!
god, he's such a mope.
the girls come around enough, and that helps.
allegra's a little bitchy, but it's painful for her to be here.
plus she thinks i resent her happiness.
- newlyweds. - she's probably freaked out
that she's not happier herself.
ginny, that kitchen...
and this room, the light...
not his decision to make.
i'm running that shop, not him.
my days are completely full.
- i shouldn't. - hey, it's your birthday.
- yeah. - i've always loved this place.
it reminds me of the palladian villas i saw in italy.
thank you. sometimes i forget.
and it's embarrassing. i spend most of my time upstairs.
- wellbutrin. - i wish there was a pill--
john in that place?
of course i can't say my pain's worse than anybody's.
yeah yeah. we're both grownups.
i'd rather go with my own instincts.
your feet are like fuckin' icicles.
hands too?
dinner was good.
shh.
hey, i found a woodland mountain.
27" peak, clump foliage and snow.
- bobb - i'm listening, okay?
where are you going?
rafe's brother's making a music video. they got dry ice.
where's your helmet?
check out the moe and joe action.
hey, you know what? let's do a race,
the polar express one.
we could trash it.
i can't.
i see the grey cloud hanging around your head.
where's prince albert? still sleeping?
who knows?
tony, i've been very patient with you because you've been sick.
you were going to talk to the building inspector.
- my spec house. - oh, yeah. yeah yeah.
i sent little paulie.
they made some headway with the supervisor,
but the other guy, the inspector, he's a piece of work.
next i'll get sil on it.
gotta pay a visit to the montville building department.
to what end?
i've been promising carm i'd lean on this inspector.
completely went out of my head.
the guy's name is, uh, ron senkowski.
ginny sack's brother, anthony.
ah, the lord of the lenses.
actually we just started carrying these.
the newest cross pen.
hmm, a rollerball.
you want a classic fountain?
nah. have a seat.
so how's your brother-in-law?
john's fuckin' made of steel.
i was told your ears only.
oh, that's why he didn't get a pen?
- no, i-- - he's fuckin' with you, anthony.
johnny's a silent partner
in this heavy equipment leasing thing in new orleans.
good. fema's down there handing out krugerrands in buckets.
he said post-katrina you had some knowledge of business and the area.
well, let me say this.
dick cheney for president... of the fuckin' universe.
on account of john's, uh, liquidity problems--
the asset freeze--
he'd love you to contact these brothers,
the owners, and turn it into cash.
- me? - says phil leotardo shouldn't be involved.
just know john's asking as a friend.
and obviously there's a finder's fee.
what the hell's this, a siesta?
what? i wasn't sleeping.
i was resting my hips.
i'm supposed to have surgery.
am i early?
- what do you mean? - dinner.
i am interviewing a new contractor for my spec--
bill degillio.
he built the sacrimoni house.
he did decent workmanship. ginny says he works for a price.
- so? - well, your sister loves that house.
she said it reminded her of a villa in italy.
what, is he coming here now?
i picked up a couple of sandwiches from italianissimo.
you know, your father did this house
and it was more than decent workmanship.
you think about replacing him before you rush off
into something that could maybe cost you a lot more of your time.
why do you suddenly care so much about my dad?
and i like that she has these little projects
and charities, what have you.
makes her happy,
keeps her busy.
but...
even in bed she's a million miles a way.
sounds like you want to encourage her with this house
as long as it doesn't interfere with your life.
carmela and me, we--
we came to an understanding
when we reconciled--
i would financially back her spec house
and she would have more of a don't-ask-don't-tell policy
towards my work
and my recreational life outside of the home.
but you tell me there hasn't been
much recreating since the shooting.
no, and that's okay.
fucking janice came to visit me at work.
that doesn't happen often.
well, she shops for meat there.
we get it free.
and by the way, again, if you ever need a roast
or any specialty kind of cut,
please just ask.
my dad used to drop us off there
when he had to run errands.
we'd go into the back and we'd steal cigarettes,
play house, you know, shit like that.
anyway, she was all upset.
she said that i was mean
to her and her husband.
- what did you say? - well, it doesn't matter,
'cause she's right.
i love it when i can take a shit on her
and her husband.
what's that about?
even when they told me that uncle jun' might need diapers,
i thought about bobby having to change him.
i still get a kick out of it.
it makes bob seem weak?
your sister too?
these are acts of kindness.
janice only does acts of janice
trust me.
you two have never really gotten along?
well, not never. she was my older sister.
i thought she was pretty cool.
and she gave it back to my mother.
let me tell you, that was some heroic shit.
because she defended y.
please. it was every man for himself.
i remember one time my parents left her in charge.
go ahead.
well, she stood in the hallway and she tape-recorded
me and barb having a fight.
and she held that cassette tape over my head for a month.
fuckin' extortion.
made me make her bed, get her shit.
did she do that to barbara too?
well, that's not the fuckin' point.
i've been coming here-- i don't know-- five years now
and you still don't understand what it means to tape somebody in my family?
you still don't fucking get this?
listen, as far as that thing goes--
the coffee with the chicory--
- what the fuck is that? - oh shit.
i suck at talking like this, john. i'm sorry.
our friend with the stomach.
in town or near home?
your neighbor.
- a. s.-- - yeah, all right.
just say, "the thing i asked you to do."
"the coffee with the fuckin' chicory."
- is he gonna get it for me? - yes.
bad news is he wants 10 cups for himself.
not seven.
all right. done.
did you pick up the birthday cake for gin with the marzipan flowers?
the stuff behind the pool?
no, an actual fuckin' cake.
it's her birthday.
- what are you doing? - i'm comin' with you.
okay, but stand clear.
- what's going on? - pastor heard water running,
went down, basement's flooded and they're trying to shut down the pipe.
but the pastor's trapped, standing on a milk crate.
- anybody go get him? - there's an arcing wire hanging.
these assholes skipped a conduit when they remodeled.
i spent years as a contractor.
electrical is where i got started.
way to go, vince!
what the fuck did i tell you?
fuck you. the guy was gonna get cooked.
what are you trying to be, a big man?
- back the fuck off! - what the fuck, jim?
boys, boys, calm down.
okay, now let's cut the bullshit, get the water turned off
and pump out the damn basement.
i gotta say, i thought you guys were morons for doing this shit,
but now i can see it's a fuckin' rush.
you should join the department.
we could use another moron.
of course it's a commitment, firefighting.
every day it's there.
you have to have a passion, really.
i've got these bad hips. supposed to have surgery.
well, this is all bullshit talk anyway.
you're probably gonna forget this crap hole
the minute you hear from your publisher.
hey, darts! five bucks a point. who's in?
nah. it's almost midnight.
where the fuck you guys going?
- let's play some poker. - hey, you did great.
back where i come from the night's just startin'.
good night.
good week, even with the fuckin' dolphins.
night, boss.
get his joint.
you know who the fuck i am?
you beat, nigga. what?
you come out the bookie's? you a winner or a loser?
you're making a big mistake.
damn! three g's.
you got what you want.
please don't. i got kids.
yo man, look at his mouth.
look at his fuckin' mouth!
fuck this. do him. do him now.
jesus, no. please. no, please.
shit!
what the fuck are you doing, man? why you pull that trigger?
well, according to john, the retail value of bayou leasing
is around six mil. seem about right?
- between five and six. - let's do this again, cher.
well, you're gonna have to find a buyer and deliver john's half to me
and in about 30 days, give you a chance to get a couple of bidders.
- his half? - yeah.
i don't think that's up for debate.
had you controlled your fuckin' football jones
we wouldn't even have no fuckin' silent partner.
that man floated me 50 grand. 50.
next thing i know he's buying in for half a fucking million.
look at him sitting there like they don't do this shit every day.
you took john's loan. he helped you expand.
now it's time to cash in.
listen, mr. soprano, that's what i've been saying all along.
you know, you two don't seem like brothers.
in-laws. he married my little sis.
15 years of womanly company
but i had to come all the way to new jersey to get truly fucked.
you know, i'm doing this as a favor to john.
and i don't need another headache.
so do we got a problem here?
no, sir. i'm buying a boat.
now you fancy yourself a businessman.
would you sell now with all that money pouring into new orleans?
john sacrimoni asked me to.
well, we're very different people.
- yeah. - heard about bobby bacala?
yeah, my sister called with the breaking news.
that fuckin' part of newark--
even the cops don't go there no more.
so you heard everything.
doctors said the slug blew bits of sidewalk into the eye there.
yeah, i heard.
- but they're optimistic. - right, doctors.
it's always good news till it ain't.
speaking of that, whatever the fuck happened to you
with the prostate?
well actually, t, i've been dealing with some shit.
cancer, to tell you the truth.
what the fuck, paulie?
it was early. maybe i caught a break.
still encapsulated.
i'm taking a course of radiation
to knock the psa back into the single digits.
well, are you all right? the hair and shit?
heh, knock wood.
i must have done good things in my life.
yeah.
all right.
the cancer--
your ears only.
absolutely.
you hear about bobby?
- yeah. - should've seen him.
put a patch over his eye like hathaway.
he was really rattled.
still, let's face it, it was kind of stupid to be out there that late.
ton', cops don't even go there no more.
anyway, bobby's vision's fucked now.
they're hoping the repair will take.
he could be a candidate for a cornea transplant.
he should be a candidate for brain transplant.
to his credit,
all he was thinking about was straightening up for the week.
fuck that honor and loyalty shit.
it was a maneuver, carlo, 'cause he knew it was his own fucking fault.
what?
don't give me that look.
including the wife's i.r.a.
and his pension,
we'd go for 240 months.
20 years and 90% of his assets?
makes trial seem like a risk worth taking.
have you seen the discovery evidence?
you came to us.
my client insisted the house is off-limits.
he wants his wife provided for.
so what do you have in mind?
renee, again, the shit that has nothing to do with him:
the house, the i.r.a., the yukon,
the deed on the daughter's condo.
- and 12 years. - for a conspiracy to commit murder?
get back to me when you're sober, ron.
it's broken. wanna switch?
oh no no. i'm good.
carm just called. she's still getting her folks in the car.
where's barb and tom?
i asked them to bring wine.
we'll see how long that takes.
did you take the vicodin?
giants, huh?
fucking blowing 'em out.
as long as they don't beat the spread.
- where are you going? - out.
the giants are kicking ass here.
- i'm going to eric's to watch the chargers. - what channel's that on?
someeople aren't too cheap to buy the satellite package.
sit down. this is a giants house.
- i hate the fucking giants. - ho! what'd we say about that language?
a.j. didn't have to come to sunday dinner.
a.j. has a job. do you wanna go get a job?
go ahead.
but first go get your last report card
and read it out loud to everybody.
no? i thought so.
now go finish your spanish report before dinner.
set the table, honey.
my brother-in-law almost got his fucking eye put out.
some fucking crackhead animals.
- that is terrible. - yeah, it is, but...
jesus christ, it's one thing after another with her family.
you mean the bad luck?
or do you feel like somehow they deserve it?
i don't know, but...
fucking janice attracts drama.
she creams over the misery.
does she remind you of anyone?
when we were growing up, she had something,
you know. she--
she had beautiful hair and she was built and...
guys her age were always buying me ice cream,
giving me baseball cards, kissing my ass
to get in good with her.
sounds a little like jealousy.
no guy wants his sister to be the town pump.
you weren't sexually threatened?
oh, jesus christ, will you make up your fucking sick mind?
first it's my mother. now i wanna fuck my sister?
it's normal, not sick,
that she functioned
as the focus of your early sexual feelings.
in fact, it was probably mutual.
oh, jesus christ.
you describe her as "built."
all those afternoons in your father's office, playing house.
whatever your bond,
what happened between then and now?
she fought it out with my mother and finally took off
first minute she could.
what if you had taken off?
well, that never would have happened
'cause i wasn't like that. i did what i was told.
your father's son.
yeah, at's right.
and all that went with it.
that's right. all the success and the money.
but beyond that, what else did you inherit?
i'll tell you what i inherited--
my mother.
janice got laid. she took off.
she laughed at all this shit.
then the trip's over and she's back and she's one of us.
and she wants her piece.
well, let me tell you, she get nothing!
'cause i got the scars! so it's mine!
what are you doing?
cooking. how was the call?
it was nothing. it was a laundromat on webster.
thought i'd make a little dinner like we do back home.
we got pasta badan--
macaroni and potatoes,
real peasant food.
we got a little salad.
then pork chops
and vinegar peppers.
i fuckin' miss this shit, i gotta say.
i can see why.
you gotta wait for that.
- what? - nothing.
i just realized--
the other night when you cut the power to the church...
i was a real dick.
- yeah. - but it was only because i was worried, you know.
something could've happened to you.
that's a nice thing.
you don't understand.
vincent,
i love you.
i love you, johnny cakes.
10:30, gotta be.
hour and half, lunch.
the halfway fuckin' point.
don't look at your watch. not yet.
save it. treat yourself.
10:50,
maybe 10:55.
don't look.
think of those sandwiches jim made.
when you've eaten the last bite,
this fuckin' day is halfway gone.
11:30, has to be.
look at the angle of the sun.
maybe even 11:45.
okay, look.
now.
fuck me!
vincent?
jiggle the toilet after.
vincent!
vincent.
moment of truth.
it's still up to the judge,
but they're gonna recommend 15 years
and $4.1 million.
you keep the home,
the 45k in equity from the girls' variable life insurance,
and ginny's i.r.a. which is worth about 110 grand.
- and? - that's it.
or go to trial.
15 fucking years.
you're a young man.
in 15 years, you'll be 67.
the golden years.
grandkids.
do i have to to do the allocution?
you know the allocution is always part of it,
practically the whole point.
i'll take it.
that i.r.a. of ginny's--
she worked the tie counter at wanamaker's.
that's where we met.
no mocha mix?
i was looking forward to fresh blueberries this morning
but mom hasn't shopped.
what are you doing hanging around here?
finn asked me into the city to see a movie,
but i didn't want to go and i told him he could go
if he wanted to and he went.
- really? - yeah, really.
don't give it to me, okay?
i know. i'm sorry.
it's just...
he doesn't fucking get it.
i don't even know what he's thinking lately.
he spends more time at jeffrey's apartment than with me.
come on.
you know who's really good to talk to about stuff?
your mother.
this whole year off together, i've seen such a selfish side.
"i'll come back early." he said that. he actually said that.
all right, well...
maybe he thought you wanted him to go.
i mean, you did say it.
yeah, or maybe subconsciously he's done.
- we sleep together at jeffrey's apartment,
and finn sleeps on the floor half the time
and i'm right there for him.
okay, well, honey, when you're living in sin with some guy,
- you can't expect-- - living in what?!
jesus christ.
you should talk to your mother about this shit!
did you go see that guy at the building department yet?
i was going to go on friday when the schedules are looser.
well, don't.
fuck!
whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
jesus. are you all right?
what the fuck are you doing parked out here?
excuse me? i'm getting my mail.
you're driving like a maniac.
my god. how come your airbags didn't go off?
somebody took it out. they sold it.
sold it? who would do such a thing?
look, i'm really sorry. i was in a rush.
so you admit it was your fault.
yeah, absolutely.
let me get the damages here and i'll be on my way.
mmm, we should file a police report.
- you got a phone? - no, seriously.
what do you say, 500 bucks?
look, i took the worst of it.
and then you call your insurance on me? no, thank you.
i'm not gonna do that. six?
look, i don't want an argument here.
my place is just up the drive there.
we'll call the police. they'll come right out.
turn on your hazards.
let me get my registration.
motherfucker!
fucking cock-sucking cunt!
fuck!
tony! hey!
i was just coming to see you.
i'm on my way home.
it's just i haven't heard from you.
uh, the fuckhead from fuckland?
- yeah. - it's gonna be too much effort.
well, john was really counting on this.
and ginny needs the money,
for allegra, for the family.
what?
he changed the terms.
what, a bigger piece for his fat mouth?
no, smaller, actually.
but it's the house.
he wants you to unload it to his sister
at a reduced price.
half, actually.
but the new orleans thing--
they'll knock 2% off his finder's fee
and he'll make sure those pricks sell.
i guess beggars can't be choosers.
and the worst part is
i gotta sell the idea to ginny somehow.
gab took me to her moroccan tile place.
by the way-- i don't wanna pester you--
did sil make a visit?
yeah, i meant to tell you.
he didn't have any luck with that inspector.
really? you're kidding.
no. sorry about that.
did he bring him a gift?
cash.
so how hard did he lean on the guy?
carm, sil knows his business.
look, i know you're disappointed, but--
i just gotta put this out there--
just sell it. you'll get a good price.
30% return on your investment.
so that's it? you-- you just give up?
i don't think i ever heard that before.
look, the guy said no.
how far do you wanna push this thing?
oh, those sons of bitches.
all my planning for a fucking year!
and they let people build those fucking monstrosities!
you wanna go out to dinner tonight at least?
why not put a runner here
or a large diameter round oriental?
it could cut down on the echo and warm it up.
well, i'd rather we spend on what we have to right now.
window treatments.
mr. sacrimoni, during the time period
beginning approximately january 1, 1996,
through today, were you employed by or associated with
the new york faction of an organized crime family of la cosa nostra?
yes.
sacrimoni allocuted in federal court,
admitting at least a 10-year connection with la cosa nostra.
fucking nauseating!
could have been worse. he could have flipped.
are you fucking kidding me?
you don't ever admit the existence of this thing. ever.
he should have stood trial like a man.
i did 20 fucking years.
what?
johnny sack pleaded guilty.
it was just on the radio.
he got 15 years.
fuck!
hey! hold on.
wait a fucking minute.
- are you the owner of this vehicle? - yeah.
i got a spot in the garage. i went in for a half an hour, tops.
douche bags make that a red zone?
this is a seizure order for all assets belonging to john sacrimoni.
no no. i bought it from his wife.
well, if she sold it, she violated a court order freezing his assets.
of course she sold it. i paid her fucking 25 grand cash.
it's going to be auctioned in may up in parsippany.
you like it so much, buy it again.
this is fucking insane, you cock-sucking motherfucker!
keep talking like that. i'm gonna get a truck out here for you.
to think that piece of shit was my friend once.
i hope he dies in there.
you know how this looks?
i wish i was on the courthouse steps to throw acid in his face,
just to distance myself.
excuse me, tony.
i've been meaning to ask you-- i was just wondering
about the sacrimoni place.
what about it?
well, now that mr. sacrimoni is guilty,
do you think i could maybe take him off my route?
what the fuck did you just say, sal?
i don't know.
the fucking lawnmower man just said john was guilty, t.
he pled guilty, sal. okay?
yeah, okay.
with this government, no fucking trial.
maybe they stuck tasers on his balls
and beat him mercilessly with a rubber hose.
- ever think of that? - no.
but of course, it makes sense.
don't besmirch the man, sal.
so about the yard--
do you believe this fucking guy?
you're done with that.
come on. let's go check out these dvds.
mead, put the cavatell' in.
- hey there. - hi.
- where's christopher? - he went out to an aa meeting.
- tony. - yeah.
i just wanted to say
thank you.
you're welcome.
no one's ever done something so-- so--
it's okay, janice. really.
- hey tony? - uh-huh.
you got the wine? we're almost ready.
hey, what happened?
jan.
no one knows what goes on in my head.
what's the matter? what happened?
she's happy... about the house.
oh, honey, it's okay.
it's okay.
- come on. you okay? - oh-- yeah.
- you all right? - yeah.
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