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call
from Mario Diaco.
- Who's that?
- Uncle Jun's accountant,
The one with the artificial voice spot.
Says he's trying to reach you
For two weeks.
Uncle Jun's finally
out of money.
They think that
maybe there's some
squirreled around,
But he can't remember.
It's a fucking sin,
isn't it?
Plus, with the larynx,
he thinks Mario's
From outer space,
so...
The upshot is
he can't pay
For living at wycoff
psychiatric anymore,
And they're gonna move him
to a state facility.
I know, Tony,
But Jesus, those fucking
places are snake pits.
Then he'll make
some new friends.
I understand.
You gonna bail him out?
We don't have
that kind of money.
We'd contribute.
Bobby feels...
You know.
Right.
You got a lot of balls
coming to me.
And as for your husband,
Janice,
- "Exile on main street."
- Don't say that.
You trust a guy,
you bring him along
And for what?
He feels sorry
for junior?
Bullshit.
Ton', it's bad news.
Paulie said he wants
it known it's on him,
He takes full
responsibility,
But that he
didn't do nothing.
Shit.
Yeah, nobody,
I mean nobody, knows
where the fuck Phil is,
Four, five days now.
So we never really had
a shot at him.
How about the house
in Florida?
I had beans send
somebody past.
The house is all
shuttered up.
He put everything in place,
his moves on us.
He goes into hiding,
waits it out.
Going to ground,
they call it.
Who?
It's an expression.
Who knows what the fuck
he's got planned exactly.
You get word to everybody:
eyes in the back
of your head,
Break routines, collections,
all that shit.
- You tell everybody.
Got it.
In the meantime,
we keep trying.
Get a 20 on Phil.
- Beautiful.
- You never see a blue comet
In that condition.
I mean, look at the coaches.
Every window
still lights up.
If that train still ran
New York to A.C.,
Atlantic City would be
a much different place
today.
- Better class of people.
- I suppose.
Who the fuck
really knows?
Still, it's nice
to think that.
Imagine riding
in that club car,
Sipping on a negroni.
Eight grand
for the whole set, huh?
There's other people
interested.
I'm gonna go for it.
Your son will
like this too.
Looks fast.
He don't care.
- Hurry up,
for Christ's sake.
- All right, aspett'.
If I'm gonna be working
away from the office,
I should have this stuff.
You wanna make
yourself useful?
Get the girls' pay slips
over there.
Put 'em in a bag.
Or give 'em to me.
Come on.
All right.
Let's go.
- Yeah, that's them there.
- Fuck!
What the fuck?
- Let's get the hell
out of here.
Wait here.
Melissa found a memory stick
in my prada bag that
wasn't printed.
God, remember what
a dick this guy was
at first?
Yeah.
I need to talk to you.
- Nobody called you?
- No. What's the matter?
Bobby's dead. He's shot.
Sil's in the hospital.
- What happened?
- Could be several things.
- "leave here"? What are you talking about?
- just temporarily,
- till we get the situation
under control.
- what does that mean?
Carm, help me out here.
Don't argue.
- You mean they're after you.
- We should split up.
You and the kids go.
I'll be somewhere else.
- Oh my god!
- Now look,
Families don't get touched.
You know that, hmm?
I just wanna know
Every night that
you're not sitting here
out in the open.
Where should I go?
Where are you gonna go?
The house you just bought,
- The estate sale--
go there.
- Oh, Jesus.
A hotel then.
It doesn't fucking matter.
- Okay.
- You all right?
All right,
we gotta get moving.
And like I said,
it's just a precaution.
- What about your sister?
- She's gotta know by now.
We'll stop over there
after we're cleared out
of here.
- And Gab? How bad is Sil?
- We'll make some calls.
- Maybe I should go on ahead
of you over to Jan's.
- Carm...
- Meadow is basically living
at Patrick's, thank god.
A.J... how are you gonna
get him to go along?
- He
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