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sandwiches.
Maybe later.
I am meeting gab
for lunch,
And then we are
stopping at nordstrom's.
If you go out, make sure
you set the alarm.
Okay?
Jeez!
Ah!
Somebody!
Help!
Help!
Help! My arms!
They're frozen!
A.J., what the fuck?
Dad! Help--!
Help!
No, dad!
Ah!
- My leg, it's stuck!
- On what?
Huh?
What the fuck
did you do?
Hel-- Help!
All right, I got you.
Stop fighting me.
- All right...
- Don't--
All right, turn around.
Grab the side.
Grab the side
right there.
All right.
All right.
God damn it.
Hold that.
Help me.
All right,
climb!
Ah!
What's wrong
with you?!
All right.
Are you all right?
All right, come here.
Come on.
Turn around.
Come on, baby.
You're all right, baby.
You're all right, baby.
You're all right.
You're all right.
Well, here we are.
I'll get him settled. You can come
tomorrow during visiting hours.
I love you, sweetie.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
He's had a lot
of valium.
But he was better
for a while.
Look, it's not
your fault.
You warned us.
Come on, come on.
Come on,
it's gonna be okay.
It will, mom.
But he was always
so happy.
He was our
happy little boy.
I mean, God.
Come here, baby.
There you go.
White walls.
- Skip.
- Hey, Ton'.
There he is.
You hungry, t? You want, I'll
send the kid for baja fresh.
Anything from Phil?
No, not yet.
All right, let's dispense with the
500-Lb elephant in the room, eh?
My kid tried
to off himself.
We all fuckin' know.
That's it.
Nobody's got
nothing to say?
How's he doin', Ton'?
They got him
under observation.
Whatever the fuck
that means.
Stupid fuck.
Where did I lose
this kid?
What did I do wrong?
Whoa, come on.
Don't blame
yourself, t.
A lot of pressure
on kids today, Ton'.
Still, to try
to kill himself?
It's happens, skip.
Happen to your kids?
Or yours?
They're all
different, Ton'.
My son patrick?
I love him to death,
But he can be a moody prick sometimes.
Heather, you know,
she was 15,
She went through
a rough patch.
Jason, same thing.
And he's got the hyperactivity to boot.
My son too.
The older one, James.
- He tried to kill himself?
- No no.
I don't know, he--
He gets the blues.
The important thing is A.J.'S
getting the help he needs.
Whatever it is, I'm sure
it's a chemical imbalance.
Ask me, it's all these
toxins they're exposed to.
It fucks
with their brains.
Between the mercury
in fish alone,
It's a wonder there ain't
more kids jumping off bridges.
I can't
fuckin' shake it.
Shake what?
- I'm depressed.
- Excuse me?
I'm depressed.
I'm telling you,
don't you start now.
- What does that mean?
- It means what it means.
I have enough on my plate, I don't need
you adding to it with your bullshit.
Bullshit?
It's an illness.
And it's fuckin'
hereditary.
Thank you, I know.
I am intimately acquainted
with the Soprano curse.
Your father, your uncle,
your great-Grandfather
Who drove the donkey cart
off the road in avellino,
- All of it.
- What, you think it's a joke?
- Am I laughing?
- Then what are you saying?
He didn't get it
from my family,
That's all
I'm gonna say.
Your family don't
even talk.
Your father's
so bottled up
It's a wonder he's even
got a stomach left.
- As opposed to yours?
- At least my father was upfront about what was bothering him.
- Right, with a bullet through your mother's beehive hairdo.
- Oh, I knew it.
I was wondering how long it was gonna
take for you to throw that up at me.
You're amazing,
you know that?
In high school, you were
the happy-Go-Lucky rascal,
The comedian,
the rapscallion.
But all of that was bullshit, wasn't it?
Oh, poor you.
She got married
under false pretenses.
You've been playing
the depression card
Until it is worn
to shreds.
And now you've got
our son doing it.
Card? Card?
You heard me.
Oh, so it's
all me, huh?
Our Sonny boy? You had
nothing to do with it?
It wears you
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