s a fucking captain
you're talking about.
people went to see him. he was
down the shore with his goomar.
so it's bullshit then.
as soon as he saw 'em, took
off like a bat on a hill.
fuck.
you didn't hear it
from me.
it could be
a mid-life thing.
sucking a cock?
mr. spatafore, hey.
marie's still at the
hospital with her mom.
- kids asleep?
- they went to sleep about an hour ago.
fuck!
hi.
how are you doing?
i need a room
for the night.
i don't have anybody down
for a reservation.
the sign said "vacancy."
oh, we have rooms. we usually
don't get walk-ins. come in.
glad to have you. slow around here
until the leaf peepers show up.
- let me show you where we serve breakfast.
- i just want to go to my room.
no problem. it's $140,
breakfast included.
- mastercard or visa.
- i'll pay cash.
we accept that too.
but you can take care
of it in the morning.
i'm just beat,
that's all.
my car broke down.
on a night
like this too.
you know, my stepson
runs the tow service.
you want, early morning, i can
have your rig brought to the mobil.
yeah?
black cadillac.
- route 228.
- mm-hmm.
this is for you.
have a good night.
franklin pierce room. up the
stairs, first door to the right.
i was just over at the
house. everything is gone.
- which house are you referring to?
- the spec house.
the pvc,
the shake roof shingles,
even that expensive lock
on the shed is missing.
that's awful, mel.
you don't know
anything about this?
you left it there
to rot.
i don't believe this.
- with my husband on his death bed...
- oh, sarah bernhardt.
...you went over there and you picked
through the place like a vulture!
you said you'd straighten out the
permits with the building department
- and you never did.
- that is beside the point!
carmela, what happened
to my bundt pan?
it was your fault the permits
were denied in the first place.
you're a broken record, for
god's sake. that's what you are.
carmela, wait.
no, let her go. i've had
a lifetime of her bullshit.
gimme a coffee.
national
directory. city and state.
peterborough,
new hampshire.
the number
for angelo di piazza.
- double "z."
- no number listed, sir.
how about
roberta di piazza?
nothing for
roberta di piazza.
- huh?
- nothing, sir.
could you try
roberta spatafore?
s-p-a-t-a-f-o-r-e.
i don't have anything
for that listing, sir.
look, i'm trying
to find my cousin.
could you search
the whole state?
searching.
i'm sorry, sir.
- what's good?
- first time here, try the johnny cakes.
what's that?
pancake made with white
cornmeal. new england specialty.
where you from?
scottsdale.
well, they're delicious.
little butter, local syrup.
okay, and gimme some
of them jimmy deans.
our sausages are
made in-house.
hey, boys, how'd you guys
make out in the storm?
we lost our lights
in the middle of "cold case."
we thought we were gonna have to
talk to each other or read a book.
the usual, guys?
- are we boring?
- yeah yeah.
here's your johnny cakes.
i gotta warn ya,
they're addictive.
they look good.
- you want more coffee?
- no, i'm coffeed out.
you don't say hello
to your uncle?
- hi, uncle sil.
- vito.
well, he ain't
gonna show.
i'll just
leave him these.
he said he'd be back from
vegas today. i don't know.
you and vito,
how are things going
with you guys?
we have our ups
and downs.
and in the romance
department?
excuse me?
what's this all about?
it's awkward.
no offense, i really don't
want to talk about this.
vito's a good father
and a loving husband.
but his mind
is elsewhere.
he takes these
unexplained powders.
he's got a goomar.
i know all about it.
it's nothing.
forget about it.
you hear from him,
tell him i brought him some
blood, sweat and tears tickets.
backstage passes too.
i'm telling ya,
my business, i'm around a lot of women.
that one ain't
getting laid.
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