Eli!
Jerry fucking told you
to stay outta Brooklyn!
What are you guys doin'?
You're gonna kill this guy.
Fuck you, Grandpa!
I tell you, one of the best things
about dropping the weight,
a whole new wardrobe.
I keep this up,
I'm gonna need
Clothing Anonymous.
You should have called your sponsor
before you bought that jacket.
Look at this guy.
"Members Only"?
How long have you been wearing that?
Cugino mio!
You look sharp.
How do you feel?
Two miles I walk
every mornin'.
You goin' to little
Tommy's communion?
I gotta talk to Aunt Lenore.
Say hello to Marie for me.
Hold on, let me
get that number,
- the custom cufflinks.
- Oh yeah.
What'd that prick want?
Really something, isn't he,
with that jerk-off face?
The eyebrows...
I fucking can't stand him.
I gotta tell you though,
he surprised me.
He's acting boss,
takes care
of John's business,
plus the wife
while John's in jail.
No complaints.
He's real old school.
Gotta take
my hat off.
Cocksucker
wanted me killed?
What's past is past.
Leave it alone.
Things are
going good now.
You and Phil settle
that office park shit?
We said
we'd revisit it.
Agent Harris,
where've you been?
I got some new federale
in my rear view for six months.
- Actually, I've been in Pakistan.
- Get the fuck out.
Seriously.
I was transferred to terrorism.
This is my partner, Ron Goddard.
Tony Soprano.
The terrorist
squad, huh?
- What, did you lose a little weight?
- Uh...
You look good.
Atkins, right?
I caught a parasite over there.
Doctors don't know what it is.
- What do they eat, tabbouleh?
- Actually, that's why I'm here.
I've been dying for a Satriale's
veal parm hero.
Fuck him. I hope that parasite
eats his asshole out.
I kinda feel bad
for the guy.
Shit, when did
this happen?
Hold on.
Ton' just come in.
It's Hesh.
Yeah.
Here, honey.
It's ice.
Tony.
Thank you.
Hey.
Beth, how're you doin'?
I've had
better weeks.
Could you get me
some coffee, sweetie?
- Anyone else?
- Hot water with lemon would be great.
My son-in-law and me,
we're having dinner Sunday,
Chinese restaurant near Mill Basin,
we get jumped by three guys in a Lexus.
- Chinks did this?
- Are you trying to be fucking funny?
- You want a smack in the mouth?
- What? I was serious.
They're with your cousin
Phil Leotardo.
I told you he was a prick!
- We were just with him.
- Let him talk.
I got some money
on the street over there.
Apparently, it got back
to Phil's guy
- Gerry Torciano.
- The Hairdo?
He claims that he felt
that Eli here was
some independent shy
trying to poach his customers.
- Is that a fucking catheter?
- Massive internal bleeding,
half his fucking skin
is sheared off his hips.
My daughter's
besides herself.
You send somebody to Brooklyn, and you
talk to Phil
- about this mook, this...
- Gerry Torciano.
Sorry I yelled
at you, kid.
I'm installing gable joists
in the rotunda.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to agree
with the original assessment.
Oh, for the love
of Mike!
This is pine, sir...
utility grade.
I know what it is.
I've been building houses for years.
Then you know that the code calls
for Doug fir grade,
stamped for all floor joists,
ceiling joists, lintels and rafters.
Get Pudgie Walsh on the horn.
He'll straighten this out.
Pudgie Walsh
retired, sir.
- I'm affirming the stop-work order.
- Oh, come on!
- Is there nothing else we can do?
- For God's sake!
You can schedule a further appeal.
But if I were you,
I'd think about starting over
with the proper lumber.
God, 15 times
I asked you!
Do you know what this does
to my cost basis,
- to start over with this?
- It's bureaucratic bullshit!
- In my day, they'd turn a blind eye.
- I hired you to do a job!
Hired?
I'm not for hire.
You presented this
like we were partners.
- You don't listen to anybody, do you?
- Oh!
To hell with this.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Artie. Ho.
Menus.
- Is that Phil?
- My wife.