The Sopranos

What's that?

I got a mysterious package,

postmarked Las Vegas.

Oh, "Baume & Mercier."

Oh my God.

This is so beautiful.

I had it engraved.

Here.

"You are my life. Love, T."

- They couldn't fit "Tony." - I believe that.

Thank you.

But I don't know what it's for.

Well, like I said, I was sorry

I had to go out to Vegas when I did.

Once you explained

you had to take care of Christopher's business interests...

God knows Kelli'll need the money.

The baby.

I'm talking about delay, right?

Just take care of that, all right?

Bobby?

John Stefano.

You touchin' asbestos?

No, I don't work with that shit.

It's okay.

Shame about Chris Moltisanti.

Were you get these bozos?

Ecuadorians. Bunch of 'em polacks.

How come they ain't wearing their space suits?

That's a union rule.

If I couldn't run this job without that fucking contract,

ain't none of us gonna make any real scratch.

You don't got an envelope?

You must have seen fights before.

Your friends beating up the African kid,

why do you think that's been impossible to shake?

They had my back after all the shit with Blanca.

You know, they care about me.

Did you try to stop the beating?

I'm one individual. What could I do?

I know kids on Lexapro who say it's great,

and I still feel like shit.

I mean, why can't I catch a fuckin' break?

Your classes, how are you enjoying those?

English is boring.

And the other one's kind of interesting,

but it's pretty depressing.

The israeli-palestinian conflict?

People blowing each other up because their God says

they're allowed to live in a certain patch of fuckin' sand.

Yeah, and other people's gods say they're supposed to live there.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken it.

You seem to be taking it all personally.

These mujahideen assholes, like in indonesia,

and they, like, want to kill everybody.

Have you considered writing about your experience

with the Somali boy?

A short story, perhaps?

Why would I do that?

It might help clarify your feelings.

I was watching CNN...

And this story about these kids in some iraqi hospital,

how the burn unit doesn't have the right medicine or something.

And then they show this story

about some mall in Minnesota

and these gigantic fat people

buying stuff

and eating all this shit.

You know, it's like my parents.

I mean, you should see our house.

I mean, the stupid coffeemaker they got,

the media room.

Then there's Blanca,

her kid hardly talks.

She can't afford to send him to a decent school.

You think your feelings about Blanca

in any way relate to this African boy?

She's not black.

I mean,

she's pretty tan.

- Oh! - There he is.

- Hey. - Welcome back.

Welcome back, Ton'.

Good to see you again.

How was your trip?

Great. Had a fuckin' blast.

Yeah?

Business too. Christopher's shit.

Some fucking guys out there owed him money.

Little Carmine took it on the "cleaver" set. We had it framed.

Talk about a trip...

I met this girl, she was fuckin' beautiful.

Oh yeah?

- Boys. - Hey.

- We did peyote. - Come on.

- Really? - Bobby did mushrooms once.

Stuffed mushrooms, a whole fuckin' platter.

Fuck you, huh?

Anyway, that's... That's some nutty shit,

the desert...

The light.

I did "X" once. The fucking was incredible.

Oh, yeah yeah, you kiddin'? Off the fuckin' charts.

- You wouldn't believe it. - Really?

And the sun...

came up...

Oh yeah?

Well.

We saw Stefano.

He didn't have an envelope.

Any movement on that?

Eh, we should probably see phil.

I got dosed with acid once, back in '68.

I was with your dad and them at the copa.

Fuckin' B.O.A.C. stewardess put it in my drink.

Jerry Vale started singing and I look over,

your uncle jun's got laser beams shooting out of his eyes.

I used to love that house, but now...

It's so big, especially at night.

You're afraid, you know, all you got to do is call.

Right?

Two minutes, i'll be over.

I know. Thank you.

You've been so great. Both of you.

Well, meadow had another mystery date.

That sounds exciting.

What are you doing? Sit.

I made your favorite, steak pizzaiol'.

You know they spray a virus on beef

rather than clean the ratshit out of the slaughterhouses?

- What is this now? - Jesus Christ.

It's true. Read the paper.

I do read the paper. Never heard that.

I'm not talking about the sports page.

I mean, the F.D.A.?

They approved a virus spray because it kills

a similar bacteria found on meat.

Must be a good thing then.

Yeah. For the meatpackers,

the fucking God of the bottom line.

All right, that's enough.

We're trying to eat here,

and you're upsetting people that have been through a tragedy.

Fine. Bury your head in the sand.

How about I bury yours in that fuckin' wall instead?

Tony.

For 20 years, he won't crack a book,

all of a sudden he's the world's foremost authority.

At least he's getting an education.

An education's to help you get a better job.

He's actually reading. This can't be bad.

"The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,

and everywhere, the ceremony of innocence

is drowned;

The best lack all conviction,

while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation

is at hand."

"... Somewhere in the sands of the desert

a shape with lion body

and the head of a man, a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

is moving its slow thighs,

while all about it reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again;

but now I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep

were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

and what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

slouches towards bethlehem to be born?"

Hey, Tony.

You don't look so good.

This job.

You want a sandwich? A cannoli

on the house?

No, this microbe of mine...

From pakistan.

- Still? - You got a minute?

We'd like to show you some pictures.

Angelina Jolie, I hope.

These the gentlemen?

That's them.

What the fuck? What?

Don't know. Financing, maybe.

- Maybe? - Yeah.

Honestly, i'm not even sure we still have them in the country.

Thanks for stopping by.

Next time we'll have party hats.

Your nephew's widow,

she get my flowers?

Well, if you sent 'em, I'm sure she did.

Well, I won't expect a thank you anytime soon.

The grieving process, it takes time the closer you are to somebody.

Yeah, I know.

So, brass tacks,

what brings you all the way out to the city?

Good news. The condos at the navy yard...

Paulie's guy at the joint fitters

says they're breaking ground.

- Well, that is good. - Good, yeah.

Uh, the other thing, this asbestos...

I thought about your offer.