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That's for modern.
In ballet, you wear tutus.
It doesn't make a difference.
- That's right, it doesn't.
- Can we have cake now?
How you doing, Phil?
You okay?
47--
He was a fucking kid.
Me, I'm an old man.
I'd like to do it over, boy.
Let me tell you.
I fucking compromised
everything.
Nah, what are you
talking about?
20 years inside,
Not a fucking peep.
For what?
To protect the likes
Of Rusty fucking Millio,
Doc Santoro?
You were a man, Phil.
That's saying a lot nowadays.
That cocksucking piece of shit
Tony Soprano's cousin--
I can't even
say his name--
Murdered Billie.
And what did I do about it?
My weakness.
Sometimes I think
it's in my DNA.
My family took shit
from the Medigans
The minute we got
off the boat.
Come on, what the fuck
you talking about?
Leotardo.
That's my fucking legacy.
No more, Butchie.
No more of this.
( Music playing )Carmela: ah, stupid thing.
The pressure is shot.
Can you live with regular
instead of espresso?
Never mind, sweetie.
Thanks anyway.
Hey hey.
Sorry for the ambush.
I brung up your paper.
I am meeting
the new realtor.
Yeah?
Good luck.
Got a call from sergeant
danny over in newark p.d.
- yeah? And?
T? The feds are doing some
digging over by branford avenue.
Willie overall...
The bookie,
labor day, 1982?
Danny says he hears it's larry
barese that's been talkin'.
Lotta work
for a dead fuckin' bookie.
Come on, kid. Do it.
You made your bones
with that prick, eh?
Yeah.
Old zepupin's house.
You were shaky a little,
but you did good.
I remember
tellin' your old man.
25 years, t.
Possible there's
nothing left.
There'll be bones,
teeth.
What are we gonna do?
We're gonna pack
our toothbrushes.
Call you in a few days
on the alternate cell.
Any emergencies,
call sil or bobby.
And if you need
more cash, call me.
I know the drill, tony.
You know, it's not like
I won a trip to paris.
You have everything?
Your razor?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think so.
I... I can buy
whatever I need.
- will you make sure you wear your sunblock?
- it's nothing.
A little gambling charge,
that's all. It's gonna be fine.
It's just... You know,
better safe than sorry.
I know, it's just... This
is what life is still like...
At our age?
My tomatoes
are just coming in.
It's good to see you.
- yeah.
You seem good, junior,
I gotta say.
Fuck does that mean? I'm fuckin'
incarcerated, for christ's sake.
The medicine, the aricept,
it agrees with you.
You're not repeating
yourself so much.
You gotta get me
out of here...
The smell alone
in this fuckin' place.
What do you hear
from my nephew?
Tony? They sent me
a card for my birthday.
I'm still waitin'
for an apology. Tell him.
All right.
Which one of you's
gonna tell him?
We'll figure it out,
junior.
If you made
an appointment
with an outside dentist,
that might do
the trick.
What trick?
We'll meet you there
and sneak you off
in our car.
Dinner, 10 minutes.
So what do you think,
junior?
Enchiladas tonight.
Here's the electricians' union.
Don't let 'e
take my plate, kid.
Make sure there's enough
so everybody can buy in.
$60.
- for sodas and fuckin' candy?
- caffeinated sodas and sugar.
You know some of them
ain't allowed this shit.
Gets them all riled.
I could lose my job.
- fuckin' stick-up artist. I already gave you
my watch. - don't count my money, nigga.
You're makin' 500%
off these motherfuckers.
You're good
till lights out.
I'll steer people
away from the door.
All right.
No-limit five-card stud.
$40 buy-in to the house.
The white buttons are five
bucks. The red buttons are 10.
"red buttons."
what'd you say?
Today, we got coca-colas...
Fuck was I just sayin'?
- the soda, junior.
- what soda?
Right, the coke.
The real kind,
not the diet shit,
ice cold,
five buttons.
Plus, we got snickers,
kit-kats and sprees, also five.
Ll take some sprees.
Okay, ante up.
This is nice, huh?
A lile road trip,
just you and me...
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