coma?
Actually, now
we've induced coma.
- He's snowed with Ativan.
- What? Why?
Control the seizures while we try to
knock down the fever with antibiotics.
It says his temperature's
down some.
The problem here is not only
are we looking at the obvious
negative outcome,
but in these cases
we also contemplate
degrees of brain damage
in the event
he does survive.
- What antibiotic is he on?
- Zosyn.
Sorry, Doctor, she volunteered in
an ICU this summer.
Columbia Pres in New York. She's
thinking about a career in medicine.
- Oh, good.
- Or law, I don't know.
Good morning, Doctor.
I'm the sister. We met yesterday.
Look, you're all doing
the right thing.
You're staying with him,
keeping contact, but talk to him also.
Keep him engaged. You might want
to play some of his favorite music.
You know
fortunately for him,
he is at a level-one
trauma center.
Or with his injuries, believe me,
he would have been dead 12 hours ago.
Okay, I see.
Thank you, Doctor.
"Thank you, Doctor"?
"I'm sorry, she volunteered
at an ICU"?
You treat these guys
like rock stars.
- He's the doctor, Meadow.
- Well why bring up brain damage now?
We'll cross that bridge
if we have to.
I came by to help, guys.
Anything.
I left Nica
with Bobby's mother.
You both should get
some rest.
Come on in and see him.
Your sister's here too.
Oh my God.
Oh God.
I can't get used to this.
Oh my God.
- Oh my God. I can't...
- I know, Janice. I know.
Get her some water.
Come here, sit down.
- It's okay, it's okay.
- That's my brother!
- What are these?
- A watch and a pencil.
Repeat the following
sentence,
"No ifs, ands or buts."
I'll do it if I fucking
feel like it.
Take your ultimatums
and stick them in your ass.
No, repeat the sentence.
What is this person
talking about?!
These people are trying to establish
for the government,
that if you shot Anthony
Soprano, which we're not conceding,
that it certainly wasn't
intentional...
that you were confused
and disoriented.
- Don't coach him, please.
- My nephew Anthony?
- That's why you're here in custody.
- Where's Mel?
You dismissed Mr. Melvoin
as your attorney and hired me.
Because of his paralyzed hand from
his stroke, it made your nervous.
If somebody shot my nephew
it was him himself.
He's a depression case.
You got any beefs,
I'm the one you come to.
Likewise, weekly I'll
collect for the skip.
I'll keep it for him
until he's back on his feet,
taking out a portion
for Carmela
to run the house
and that shit there.
- Good.
- Absolutely.
Anybody got
any questions?
For now, not personal questions
relating to yourself,
but about the family.
- Yeah, Vito.
- The sports book in Roseville.
By rights, that should
go to me now.
- Eugene was with me.
- Yo, what'd I just say?
Not about yourself!
What do we do about Junior?
He's in jail.
That puts him out of our reach.
- Not necessarily.
- He's a demented old fuck.
I say we do nothing.
Let him rot, sever all ties.
End this embarrassment
right now.
He "Marvin Gayed"
his own nephew, the boss of this family.
What happens to Junior
is Tony's call.
- That's right.
- Bobby,
all due respect, where the fuck
were you that night?
Why was the skipper
babysitting Junior?
I had other
family obligations.
Ask my wife.
Tony volunteered.
Are we done?
I'm going back to the hospital.
He's gotta make an issue
out of everything lately.
Roseville's been Junior's
territory since the Big Bang,
which means it goes to Bobby
now that Junior's out of the picture.
Vito already pulls down
more scratch
than anybody,
from the unions.
Let him go
to the hospital first,
that fat fucking kiss-ass.
I'm buying Tony a nice little
stereo for the room.
He don't need that.
Look at this fucking mutt.
Who wouldn't like to take
the easy way out?
Maybe the poor fuck
was suffering
from inoperable
cancer or some shit.
Suicide runs in families.
Maybe it was his mother
or his old