safe
giving it over this year.
we use it every year.
it's part of the tradition.
i understand,
but i'm sorry.
given the tenor of this conversation,
i sense there's a possible
criminal element
in this neighborhood
that could endanger this
precious piece of local history.
but for 50 grand, you
wouldn't have that sense.
it would demonstrate to me that
you take this feast as seriously
as the people
who began it.
okay, father,
nice meeting you.
fuck the hat!
it's fucking bullshit.
i got a fax from eddie lind,
allegheny carting.
they wanna raise the tipping
fee again on solid waste.
just the man
i wanted to see.
i gotta go down to pennsylvania
and i'm gonna need backup.
i'm busy managing
thfeast.
vice president
in charge of calzones.
where the fuck
you been anyway?
is that what
i think it is?
you are now looking
at a newly married man.
- ho-ho-holy shit!
- kelli?
what the fuck
brought this on?
visit from the stork
coming up.
you never heard
of pulling out?
sweetheart, little
cristal over here.
- you know what you're having?
- boy, i hope.
i tell ya, t,
with the example you set,
plus the wisdom
i learned from a.a.,
it's an inspiration--
building blocks,
home, family.
yeah, that's what
it's all about, kid.
just water for me.
- my son will
be my strength.
yeah.
i did?
what are you,
new in the office?
talk to dr. cipolla.
i don't pay
for missed appointments.
- to the baby.
- to the baby.
- salut.
- salut.
make a note to call
freddie at disorbo's.
he wants to sponsor
the cannoli-eating contest,
i better see an envelope
by tomorrow.
anyway, my guy at the
weigh station's on board.
- you know how to get back, right?
- i mapblasted it.
all right, see you guys.
look, pittsburgh.
what the fuck? we're
supposed to be headed east.
are we .7 miles
past route 62 yet?
i gotta take a piss.
you seeing this?
looks like bikers.
wooden crates.
it's good wine.
- what the fuck?
- who the fuck are you guys?
- that's who i am, you mangy cocksucker.
- take it easy.
on the ground or i'll blow
your greasy fucking heads off.
- you guys cops?
- how's your incision, lieutenant?
- 10-4. - you're fucking
with the vipers here, asshole.
ooh, really?
what's that,
your girl scout troop?
shut up,
fucking douche bag.
let's go.
- get him!
- ow!
i hit him!
i fucking hit him!
fuck you!
yee-ha!
that was fucking awesome.
fucking old school shit.
opportunity knocked.
knocked? kicked
the fucking door in.
oh, fuck!
you okay, t?
fucking ankle,
i guess i sprained it.
you smell that?
it's fucking autumn.
it's like the first fall night when
you're a kid, and the air's all crisp,
and you start smelling
people's fireplaces.
smells like halloween.
ha ha!
oh...
chateau pichon-longueville,
1986.
'86-- ooh, baby.
show me the money.
what's your corkage fee?
how about that prick's
face when he saw the gat?
the grizzly adams
motherfucker?
"whoa, take it easy."
"we're with the vipers."
how's that wine, good?
it really is,
i gotta say.
i tell ya, though,
when he pulled
that trigger,
i almost shit myself.
yeah.
i miss it sometimes.
i'll be honest.
the wine.
you should toast
to your wedding, at least.
your kid.
discipline, that's all.
set limits for myself.
on the other side,
they consider wine food.
oh, yeah?
- salut.
- salut.
i'm gonna have to
sleep on my back.
- what are you doing?
- nightcap.
there's a swiss army
in the console.
when you think of the shit
we've been through, huh?
shit we've done.
fucking three musketeers.
we got a bond.
it's very special.
you saved my life
in a lot of ways.
you've been there for me,
too, you know?
don't think
i don't know that.
there were times
it was hard
with me and you.
i didn't understand.
you were young.
stubborn.
you always had
my back, though.
like that day
when i came to the house.
i gotta talk to you.
what's