The Sopranos (1999–2007): Season 6, Episode 10 - Moe n' Joe - full transcript

Tony, hey.
I tented the bulbs.

Oh, good.

I've been meaning
to ask you...

The Sacrimonis...

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 Ginny lives
on scraps.

...between your cash
and portfolios

with Fidelity and Vanguard,

your 401k and severance 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.

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 sportswriter?

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 even 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.

- Bobby.
- 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 gray 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.

Ah...

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 in 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 away.

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 you.

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.
That would be good.

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 craphole

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 Gs.

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, chere.

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.

Thanks.

No belligerence.

We kindly remain in...

...now shake hands and come
out fighting. I thank you.

- Ahem... 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, eh?

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 a brain transplant.

To his credit,

all he was thinking about
was straightening out 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 IRA

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, her IRA,
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.

The Eagles absolutely
no good here.

Not sure even seven will,
but the Eagles will go for it.

McNabb back to pass.
He has his receiver...

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?

Once again, they'll have
the ball.

They'll take over
from their own 25 yard line.

Manning has had success throwing
the ball, Tiki Barber running the ball...

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?
- Some people 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?

AJ didn't have
to come to Sunday dinner.

AJ 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.

Oh... went right out
of Shockey's hands...

No? I thought so.

Now go finish
your Spanish report before dinner.

Set the table,
honey.

...tough time on that one.

He certainly doesn't mind
taking a lick or two here...

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, that'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 gets 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,
"johnnycakes."

10:30, gotta be.

Hour and a half,
lunch.

The halfway
fuckin' point.

Don't look at your watch.
Not yet.

Save it.
Treat yourself.

10 to 11:00,

maybe five of.

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
a quarter to 12:00.

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 IRA
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 do
the allocution?

You know the allocution
is always part of it,

practically
the whole point.

I'll take it.

That IRA 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 airbag
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
cocksucking 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...

he'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.

Douchebags 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 cocksucking 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.

- You 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.

Have to take about
35-40 of them.

No gain, 2nd and 10.

Green on a roll
to the near side.

Gets it away
and has a completion...

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.

Sorry.

- 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.