douchebag
from yonkers.
- i could care less, basically.
- yeah? maybe you're a flambe.
fucking nauseating.
it was up to me, i'd drag vito
behind my fucking car right now.
will you take it easy over
there, fucking judge roy bean?
one of my bar girls
knows his goomar.
we'll check with her. maybe she's
seen him and knows where he is.
loren.
think about it,
though, ton'--
sudden weight loss.
- aids?
- nobody's got aids.
i don't wanna hear
that word in here again!
the federal prosecutor's office won't
tell you why your son's being held?
or where. it has been four days
now since he's been arrested,
and we have no money
to hire a lawyer.
- how did you hear about the law center?
- you will write the...
habeas corpus?
i'm not an attorney yet.
i'm a volunteer assistant. one of
our attorneys will file the writ.
- he is a good boy.
- the fbi went to his school
and took him like a
criminal. this is america?
it's not easy
to be muslim now.
they wouldn't let afaf skate
at the local rink
- unless she removed her head scarf.
- you're kidding me, why?
they said it was
for insurance.
it might fall off
and someone could trip.
if she had been wearing a yarmulke,
it would have been a different story.
you can bet.
they're these poor,
hardworking people.
- finn, you're not eating?
- coffee's good.
the government is just completely
fucking this family over.
when did it stt she could
use that kind of language
in this house
with immunity?
i'm telling mom about these
people that came in yesterday.
let me guess, was it a crack
whore trying to get her kids back
for the welfare money?
actually, it was a family from
afghanistan who fled the taliban
and sweated out
visa lotteries
- in a refugee camp,
and hold down three jobs.
you think it's funny? the fbi
snatched their son off the street
like we're some
third world dictatorship.
- pretty scary.
- there must have been some reason, meadow.
- like he's a terrorist,
maybe. - 9-11, 9-11.
bush is using it as an excuse to
erode our constitutional protections,
- and you're falling for it.
- well, i voted for him.
right, well, you don't relate
to black people clinging to logs.
you oughta chill out
about some of this.
hey.
let me
ask you something,
those two arabs,
with the credit cards, fazool
and whatever his name is--
- yeah?
- you think there's a chance they could be...
i don't know, al-qaedas,
something like that?
hmm.
you know at one point
it did cross my mind.
yeah, and?
i don't think so.
they're gun nuts
but the smaller guy ahmed,
when those danish cartoons
got published,
he was very upset,
but at the protestors.
he said he hated
the cartoons
but that the rioting shit would just
bring bad attention to all muslims.
and the other guy mohammed, his brother's
a government interrogator in lebanon
or syria.
plus mohammed and his
girlfriend have a dog,
a springer spaniel.
i'm gonna get a coffee.
vito, what the fuck
you doing?
- tony's looking for you.
- for me?
he's been calling
for fucking days.
my goddamn phone, jesus.
everything all right?
you tell us.
i'm good.
tell tony i'll call him.
it's better you come in.
sure.
you go ahead,
and i'll follow you.
- what?
- ho!
- where the fuck...
- what are you doing?!
motherfucker!
fucking finook.
lying piece of shit.
better not come
around here no more.
hey.
you speak ital, right?
some friends
coming over from naples,
ying a visit to a guy
from new york.
- who?
- the little guy in ozone park.
that's pretty high up.
you should provide 'em
a couple of dumb gats,
guidance on where
to find him.
how do i get
ahold of them?
just leave your phone on.
part two when it's done.
i hear fat vito's been
riding up the hershey highway.
- where'd you get that?
- come on.
somebody started a joke.
i won't mention any names.
- there's no truth to it.
- oh.
it'