doesn't concern you.
how's john?
i don't know. fine,
through his veil of tears.
but seriously,
vito, what's being
done about him?
like i just said, it's none
of your fucking business
- 'cause he works for me, not you.
- he's married to my cousin.
he dishonored me
personally.
what do you want me to do,
put out an a.p.b. on the guy
'cause he takes it
up the ass, huh?
it's a victimless crime.
marie is a victim.
her children are victims.
they've done nothing.
and they're forced
to live with the shame
and humiliation.
i gotta be frank,
in your father's day,
we wouldn't be having
this conversation.
a finook in his crew,
he knew how to handle that.
i sympathize with marie
and the children, okay?
but don't you fucking tell me what
to do. you're only acting boss.
i swallowed my pride when
your murdering fuck of a cousin
killed my brother.
don't think i'm
gonna do it twice.
phillip, let's not make a
beef where there isn't one.
fundamentally,
we are in agreement
on this issue,
but i'll handle it.
you know, i saw you on tv when
your grandfather shot your dad.
and now we're
like friends.
- that's so weird.
- right.
so what's gonna happen to
him, your grandfather, i mean?
he's my great-uncle.
so isn't your dad
gonna do something?
you know, the "omerto"?
we don't talk about that
with outsiders.
cool, but i mean,
he's not just gonna let
him get away with it, is he?
i'll probably
have to do something.
really?
you're so intense.
you probably left it
in the car, thad.
no, it was
on the bedside table.
- i was charging it.
- you're always losing something.
last week it was
the sunglasses.
he left them on the counter
at the t.c.b.y.
- what did you lose?
- cell phone.
i didn't lose it. i was
charging the damn thing.
tell you what i do--
try to retrace my steps.
it was
on the bedside table.
- hello.
- hey, it's me.
- where are you? who's thad mccone?
- some guy.
- oh, my god, vito.
- not that.
i'm just borrowing
his phone.
listen, marie,
i'm sorry all this
had to happen.
i never meant
to hurt you.
come back, vito.
just come back.
it's a little more
complicated than that.
please, phil said
it'll be all right.
we could get you help. we
could get you psychiatric help.
phil? i trust him
least of all.
how can you say that?
he's family.
- he loves you.
- not anymore, believe me.
but i've been
reading online,
there are these
church groups.
they could cure you
of this.
- marie-- - well, what are
you gonna do, never come home?
i'm working on that.
in the meantime, you're
gonna need some cash.
i need you, vito.
i need my husband.
listen to me, in the den
behind the elliptical trainer,
the baseboard comes off.
there's 30k in there.
you know, marie,
- you would like it here.
- tell me where.
i'll bring the kids.
we'll relocate.
i gotta go.
don't you wanna talk
to frannie or little v?
yeah, okay.
put 'em on.
vito, your father's
on the phone.
he wants to talk to you.
hi, dad.
hey there, champ,
you been good?
you been behaving?
yeah, you know...
- dad?
- i gotta go.
you take care
of your moth, okay?
mr. soprano.
- hey.
- hi.
- good news.
- how'd you know to find me here?
i'm a real estate agent.
uh-oh.
can i buy you
a drink?
uh, sure.
ginger ale with
lime juice, please.
have a seat.
jamba juice upped
their offer--
225 a square foot.
i don't know.
how's this for an idea?
they let you
carry the note.
you won't get hammered
on the taxes.
well,
that's an incentive,
but the truth is
i don't wanna sell.
you're a businessman,
are you not?
as a businessman,
i gotta tell you
that in 10 years' time
that property's gonna
be worth twice as much
as they're offering.
but, you know, it's not
just the money.
you drive around america today and
everything looks the fucking same--
old navy and bed, bath and whatever.
but the north ward,
it's the north ward.