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46 Long Captioned by HBO Communications Center, ©1999 Home Box Office, a division of Time Warner Entertainment Company, L.P. << Page 1 Page 2 |
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| (tony) you had your godamn marching orders yesterday. Why didn't you pay the man his restitution?! (Brendan) restitution, okay. But, you know how much he wants, your uncle? Fifteen dollars. Hey, you jack the wrong truck, that's what happens. I didn't notice you rushing to give back your fucking dvd player. As a matter of fact, I'm enjoying it very much. I screened "the bank dick" last night. "Did you warble, my little wren?" I'm not gonna pay it. Oh, yeah? I'm serious. No, serious is what happens if you don't pay. By my hand. In my thoughts, I use the technique of positive visualization. How come I always feel undermined? By what I did on the triboro towers situation alone, I should have been made, right then, boom. No, I'm fuckin' serious, tony. The books are closed. Did you talk to jackie about me? They're not accepting any new members. Okay? You know, you got a reputation for immaturity. And it's not gonna be improved by not paying tributes the acting boss demands of you. Acting boss, my ass, ton'. Everybody knows you really run things since jackie became the kemosabe. Open the fucking door! Open the fucking door!! Oh... Oh. Alright, alright, fuck it! But 15 grand is too much. I'll tell you what-- you give me the 15k and I'll talk to uncle junior personally, and maybe I can get it to around ten. One more thing. You leave comley trucking and every other fucking item on this planet that belongs to my uncle junior, including his hemorrhoid donut, the fuck alone. Got it? Yeah. "Did you warble, my little wren?" What do you think his commission'll be? Two, three grand, ten to junior. We're lucky if we net $500 from the whole thing. Ah! | 
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| (Spanish music) (male) who is it? (Jibberish) what? (Jibberish) mr. Arnaz? What do you want? You seen a schoolteacher's saturn around here? Come here! Anybody else here, desi? (Male) eddie, i'm ready! Yep, here comes lucy now. You people at airport shuttle are always late. Eddie! You boys drove off in the wrong car a couple of days ago. We ain't saying shit until there's an attorney present. Well, go ahead, make a statement. I got fucking johnnie cochran right here for you. | |
| (Pussy) you boys put a real crimp in my week. Get over here... (Paulie) hey puss, here's the fuckin' saturn. Look! (Pussy) fucking car's been chopped. Fucking useless now. That's not it. Then why is that car inside there, you see it? That dodge? Why is that motherfucker wearing the fucking plate number I been carrying in my shirt all week? I don't know. Let me tell you what's gonna happen here. The two of yous are climbing over that fence and shagging those plates. But the razor wire... Then, one of yous stays with us while other goes out in the street and boosts another saturn. | |
| On the lookout for ducks, dad? Know the old man pretty good, huh? Don't look so sad, they were cute. Remember how pissed you were about the pool filter? It was special them coming here, huh? Don't you think? I really wasn't into it. What time's your grandma getting here? She had to drive fanny to the doctor's, then she's picking up my mother and father and they're coming here. They're each gonna bring some antipasto. You know, I complain about my mother all the time, how she sits at home, feels sorry for herself. But she's always ready to drive these oldster friends of hers around. The ones that can't drive anymore. I'm proud of her, it gives me hope. | 
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| (Muffler dragging) ooh, it's getting chilly out here. Make plenty of noise, before you open the front door. You never know who's in there. There's my "Star Ledger", thanks. Oh, this street. Another pain in the ass. |  |
| She broke her wrist on the steering column. A minor concussion. What about the other woman? Hip. We were down at the hospital 'til two in the morning, talking to her doctor, the staff gerontologist. They're saying she shouldn't live alone anymore. She can't manage the telephone. And yet you say she's very healthy and alert. Like a bull. Why? I'm just thinking, and I know there are other doctors right there, but, you know, from your own life, that depression can cause accidents, poor performance, or worse. What are you saying? That unconsciously she tried to whack her best friend? It's interesting that you would even take that from what I said. Either way, she could need a change in her living situation, be around people. Well, we were looking at green grove. It's a beautiful facility. It's more like a hotel at cap d'antibes. Yeah. But to her it's a nursing home. She needs to be made to see the distinction. That in fact, she's embarking on a rewarding chapter. I know seniors who are inspired. And inspiring. |  |
| (Chris) you're not forgetting about us, right buddy? Ladies. We're the ones kenny portugal said say hello. Ah, yeah, kenny. What the fuck is with this cocksucker? (Driver) back off, back off! Mr. Scorsese, good evening. Whoa! Wow! Marty! "Kundun", I liked it. | |
| So, my boy at comley says there's a truckload of italian suits. Those unload fast. Mario'll take the whole load. He said the shipment moves thursday, six A.M. Gimme one good reason I should not jack this truck. Hey, don't feel bad, it's junior's own fault. He gives us no choice except to do it again. Taking that outrageous fuckin' tribute? It's like, not only does he shit on our heads, we're supposed to say thanks for the hat. It's not like I'm getting somewheres playing by the rules. Fuck tony. "The books are closed", blow me! No, that's some true shit. Come on, they're not confirming any new made guys, how come? Fucking chaos. Nobody knows who's running things anymore. Guys, they don't even know who to make payments up the ladder to, in some cases. I'm talking about the year 2000. The millennium. Where do we go from here? |  |
| Ma, this virginia ham. Go, go and get yourself some more. No, I'm full, it's good though. You never let me feed you. So, getting back to what we were talking about. You want that lamp? Ma, lie down. That lamp, that's real ormolu. You know what that's worth when it's new? Ma, we're fixed good, lampwise. Take it, and and the barcalounger. Somebody's gotta take this stuff before I die. Otherwise there's gonna be an awful lot of stuff here that the junkman's gonna have to cart off to the dump. Ma, you're not gonna die, your stuff's not gonna be hauled off to the dump. But you do have to start planning for your future. You got the most rewarding chapter of your life coming up. You know my good jewelry? The stuff dad gave you? Some of those pieces came right out of cartier's window. Listen, carm doesn't want it. Not now. What we both want is for you to live long and wear your sparklers to your grandchildren's graduations. I gave it all to your cousin josephine. What the fuck? The good jewelry? She always admired it. They don't have much money. You gave a fuckin' cousin cartier dinner rings and you give me a vibrating chair?! Your wife never showed any interest in my jewels. She never complimented me on any of it as I can remember. Listen to me now. Before you do any more serious damage to yourself or your grandchildren's inheritance, you're gonna stop living alone, right now. I'm not going to that nursing home. Green grove is a retirement community. It's more like a hotel at captain teebs. Who's he? The captain owns luxury hotels or something. That's not the point. The point is, I talked to mrs. Dicaprio over there and she says she's got a corner suite available with a woods view. It's available now, but it's gonna go fast. Of course it's available, somebody died! Ma, you gotta stop, you gotta stop with this black poison cloud! I can't take it anymore! Oh, poor you! You know, I got problems at work, I got problems at home, I got a friend whose been diagnosed with cancer. Most parents would be grateful if their yuppie children put as much thought into this as I do. I'm not going to that place. Then i'll go to court. And get a durable power of attorney over you and I will place you there. Then kill me now. Go, go on now, go into the ham, and take the carving knife and stab me, here, now, please! It would hurt me less than what you just said. I know seniors that are inspired! | 
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| Yo, money, we said we'd meet out front. You're not even dressed. I'm taking a pass. What? It's italian suits, christopher. There was a time in my life when being with the tony soprano crew was all I ever dreamed of. So what am I doing? This is some fucking note here. Don't wake her up. Come on, it's 5:15. Maybe one reason things are so fucked up in the organization these days is guys running off, not listening to middle management. Fuck tony, that's a quote. We have to stick together, why be in a crew? Why be a gangster? Hey coach? Suck my dick. |  |
| Yo, hey yo, we some help over here. Okay, let's be very cool, yo. Come down out of that cab. (Thug) you heard the motherfucker, hurry up. Yo, chill. I'm a friend of billy's, your friend on the inside. Yeah cool, no probs here. Increase the peace, that's our motto. I'm gonna take my lunch, okay? Yeah, whatever, come on. Hold up man, you can't drive a fisher price. You got it pointed sideways, shit! (Gears grinding) get out... Come on, get down! You, drive, I'll direct you. Jesus! Control your shit, fool! Fuck, oh fuck, fuck! Fuck! Fuck, junior soprano is gonna go ape shit! Fuck! |  |
| You excited about coming to live with us, hon'? You will be, trust me. Look ma, here's your stuff. They made good time. You got your own bed, dresser. When my grandmother went to live... Elsewhere, they weren't allowed to bring personal effects. Ma, you gotta sign here. (Beeper) yes. Mr. Soprano, do you have an uncle junior? He tracked me down here? Line two? Here you go. Tell him i'll call him back. He'll return the call. He did? Apparently, it's urgent, she said he sounded upset. He'll call back. Livia, ever hear the old italian saying my aunts used to go, (italian) col tempo la foglia, di gelso divena seta. What does that mean, bonnie? Time and patience change the mulberry leaf to silk. |  |
| You'll be alright? Yeah, sure. Thanks for all your help. I'll make us a nice lunch. I got some fantastic prosciutto in there. (Phone rings) hello... Yep. It's christopher. Yeah. Christ, I been calling for hours. Gimme a call back on an outside line. |  |
| (Ringing) T, don't get mad, there's been a little shit. Now I had nothing to do with it... Spit it out. Brendan hit comley again. He what?! And the driver, you know... No, I don't know. I don't know, he caught some friendly fire or something, he's gone. Oh, fuck. What do we do, t? Brendan didn't fence the load. Now he's thinking maybe it was mario who dimed us to junior last time. Fuck! Hey ton', sorry you have to wreck a saturday like this. (Tony) you boys, you boys, I'll tell ya. It's beautiful stuff, though. Tony, I'm so sorry. Shut up. Just so long as you realize I had nothing to do with this. It's true, he stood home. Shut up! You stood home. Did you do anything to stop it? Did you offer guidance? What do we mean when we say leadership? Part of it's the crank, I'm going into detox, swear on my mother. Brendan, shut the fuck up, you wanna get me clipped? So what are we gonna do? What you're gonna do is you're gonna take these suits, you're gonna put 'em back in the truck, you're gonna go over to comley's main yard and you're gonna give 'em back. Fuck. And then you're gonna call my uncle, and tell him when it's done. What about the dead guy? Keep prodding him with a stick. Light a candle to st. Anthony. But I think you're fucked. Ton', what if this didn't go back? Would that be a problem? I don't see you assholes puttin' that rack and that rack and this rack here back on the truck. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. | 
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| (Male) hey, mr. Miller, your car is back. My wife dropped me off this morning, and there it was, right in my parking spot. My uncle pussy helped my dad locate it. Your uncle pussy? He's in the car business. Well, I don't know what to say to your dad. I mean, thanks, of course. It's nice and clean, too. Different keys. Probably too much to hope my papers are still inside the trunk. It's a different color. My dad's a hero. |  |
| Did you actually lose consciousness, like with the ducks? No. Just, shortness of breath... And the white spots in my field of vision. Improvement. 'Cause i'm sad to put my mother away? Sad is good. Unconscious isn'T. She'll be in very good hands. You've done the best for her. She won't speak to me. That is sad. But whose choice is that? Somehow, that doesn't make it any better. Can you admit to yourself, that yes, you're sad, that you're very angry and full of rage. I'm sad. It's hard to admit that, you might have feelings of hatred toward your own mother, isn't it? You're out of your tree. Listen to me, carefully, of course, you love her. What i'm trying to say is own the anger instead of displacing it. Otherwise, it defines your life. It needs to be acknowledged. It's a good thing time is up, I don't want to talk to you anymore. Hate your mother... |  |
| Shit. A what-do-you-call-it? A menu. Press two if you know your party's extension... Is that an operator or an answering machine? Let's see. Hello... Hello? Press zero, hello? Hello, hello...? |  |
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