hi. How are you?
How are you is
more the point.
I'm running around crazy.
My son was supposed to get coffee,
or tell the maid to.
It's the one thing I have to have.
I got your note.
It was so thoughtful.
I've been calling
the hospital
and they say that
Anthony's stabilized.
That's what they say.
If you or anyone
needs anything,
to talk or to run
interference with the doctors,
- don't hesitate to call.
- I appreciate that. Thank you.
I have plenty of people
around I can talk to.
Of course.
Good luck.
- Morning, Gab. Is he ready?
- He's eating.
We're picking up
Mrs. S. At 10:00.
I saw her Tuesday.
How's she holding up, poor thing?
Not so hotso, really.
- Coffee?
- Yeah, thanks.
You hear about the thing
in the old neighborhood?
I'm not busy enough
for all this?
Couple of guys left three
on the floor in some Colombian laundry.
Thank you.
Two guys we know,
huh?
Total bloodbath.
Somebody said a million plus.
What a score.
Fuckin' A.
- Sil, Benny says you have to go.
- Yeah, all right.
Listen, don't forget...
Oh, honey,
your asthma kicking up?
Springtime.
Pollen's out of control.
- I am so proud of you.
- Acting boss.
I hoped the day
would never come.
You've always
sold yourself short.
You know, that's not what I mean.
You know me.
All I ever wanted
was to carve out a little piece,
enjoy some grandkids.
But how many guys
could step into Tony's shoes
- and do the job you're doing?
- You think?
You have such strength
in crisis.
Benny told me
he feels honored to drive you.
You're firm about what you want without
being obnoxious about it.
Sil, have you asked
yourself what happens
if, God forbid,
Tony Soprano doesn't recover?
Listen, Gab,
I never talk to you about my work.
And?
I'm gonna tell you something
I never told anybody.
Back when Jackie
was at the end,
he floated the idea
of me stepping up to the big seat.
Not Tony, me.
- Really?
- Yeah, but I thought...
- it's not for me.
- Still, you wouldn't sneeze at it.
I never saw myself
as that kind of guy.
I'm more behind
the scenes...
advice, strategy.
But here you are, Sil.
The times make
the man, honey,
not the other way
around.
Asians flip for horror films.
Plus, there's ancillary...
No change with Tony.
Carmela's in
goddamn pieces.
Memo... get some coffee
up to Carmela's house.
Sil, Bobby was making collections
up in Roseville again last night.
My time is limited.
Get him over and let's resolve this.
- How's the skip doing?
- Same.
You forget something,
like my cut?
You believe this guy? You should've
lost some weight in that nose,
keep it out
of everybody's business.
I'm working on it.
It's these fucking
flowers right here.
Get this shit
out of here.
That was Junior's
neighborhood, so now it's mine.
Keep your voice down here.
A va' Napoli...
it was Eugene's going on three years.
And Eugene was with me.
You should have never
had it to begin with,
except for the beef with
the Tastee Freez route.
Junior ruled on it,
and it wasn't right then.
This fucking guy.
Easy.
- How much we talking about?
- Three Gs a week.
Maybe that's what that miserab'
admitted to you.
- I heard five.
- You heard wrong.
What do we
do here, Sil?
- Here's the thing.
- What, skip?
For the time being,
it's Bobby's.
But he's still gonna
kick up to you 20%.
- How long's for the time being?
- Yeah, Sil.
What, do you
speak Norwegian?
For now. We'll see
how much is there.
Hi, everyone.
My God, you poor thing.
Hey, we just need
some Irish Spring.
Good morning.
Another one?
Know what I
found out yesterday?
What's that?
Thank you.
I was diagnosed
actually...
with Alzheimer's.
Man, I'm sorry
to hear that.
My uncle has
memory loss.
Maybe it's hereditary.
Someone's probably
studying that.
Is it possible
that I am Kevin Finnerty?
All right, I'll stop.
- Sil.
- What?
You heard about this
Orange Street takedown?
The Colombians?
That you?
My