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go there no more.
so you heard
everything.
doctors said the slug blew bits
of sidewalk into the eye there.
yeah, i heard.
- but they're optimistic.
- right, doctors.
it's always good news
till it ain't.
speaking of that, whatever
the fuck happened to you
with the prostate?
well actually, t, i've
been dealing with some shit.
cancer, to tell
you the truth.
what the fuck, paulie?
it was early.
maybe i caught a break.
still encapsulated.
i'm taking a course
of radiation
to knock the psa back
into the single digits.
well, are you all right?
the hair and shit?
heh, knock wood.
i must have done
good things in my life.
yeah.
all right.
the cancer--
your ears only.
absolutely.
you hear about bobby?
- yeah.
- should've seen him.
put a patch over his eye
like hathaway.
he was really rattled.
still, let's face it, it was kind
of stupid to be out there that late.
ton', cops don't even
go there no more.
anyway, bobby's vision's
fucked now.
they're hoping
the repair will take.
he could be a candidate
for a cornea transplant.
he should be a candidate
for brain transplant.
to his credit,
all he was thinking about was
straightening up for the week.
fuck that honor
and loyalty shit.
it was a maneuver, carlo, 'cause he
knew it was his own fucking fault.
what?
don't give me
that look.
including the wife's i.r.a.
and his pension,
we'd go for 240 months.
20 years and 90%
of his assets?
makes trial seem like
a risk worth taking.
have you seen
the discovery evidence?
you came to us.
my client insisted
the house is off-limits.
he wants his wife
provided for.
so what do you have
in mind?
renee, again, the shit that
has nothing to do with him:
the house, the i.r.a.,
the yukon,
the deed
on the daughter's condo.
- and 12 years.
- for a conspiracy to commit murder?
get back to me
when you're sober, ron.
it's broken.
wanna switch?
oh no no.
i'm good.
carm just called. she's still
getting her folks in the car.
where's barb and tom?
i asked them
to bring wine.
we'll see how long
that takes.
did you take
the vicodin?
giants, huh?
fucking blowing 'em out.
as long as they
don't beat the spread.
- where are you going?
- out.
the giants are kicking ass here.
- i'm going to eric's to watch the chargers.
- what channel's that on?
someeople aren't too cheap
to buy the satellite package.
sit down.
this is a giants house.
- i hate the fucking giants.
- ho! what'd we say about that language?
a.j. didn't have
to come to sunday dinner.
a.j. has a job. do
you wanna go get a job?
go ahead.
but first go get
your last report card
and read it out loud
to everybody.
no? i thought so.
now go finish your spanish
report before dinner.
set the table,
honey.
my brother-in-law almost
got his fucking eye put out.
some fucking
crackhead animals.
- that is terrible.
- yeah, it is, but...
jesus christ, it's one thing
after another with her family.
you mean the bad luck?
or do you feel like
somehow they deserve it?
i don't know, but...
fucking janice
attracts drama.
she creams
over the misery.
does she remind you
of anyone?
when we were growing up,
she had something,
you know. she--
she had beautiful hair
and she was built and...
guys her age were always
buying me ice cream,
giving me baseball cards,
kissing my ass
to get in good with her.
sounds a little
like jealousy.
no guy wants his sister
to be the town pump.
you weren't
sexually threatened?
oh, jesus christ, will you
make up your fucking sick mind?
first it's my mother.
now i wanna fuck my sister?
it's normal, not sick,
that she functioned
as the focus of your
early sexual feelings.
in fact,
it was probably mutual.
oh, jesus christ.
you describe her
as "built."
all those afternoons in your
father's office, playing house.
whatever your bond,
what happened
between then and now?
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