wrong?
what's the matter?
you know i've always
been loyal to you, t.
what are you trying
to tell me, christopher?
i can't even say it.
oh, fuck.
adriana.
what about her?
the feds.
jesus fucking christ.
how long?
- how fucking long?
- a year, i don't know.
when did you find out?
she just told me
last night.
what do they know, huh?
- what did she give 'em?
- i don't know.
might take a lot.
ralphie?
i don't know.
oh, tony, how could
you even think that?
where is she?
- where the fuck is she? where is she?
- please, ton'.
where is she?
she's home.
i can't.
i can't do it, ton'.
no, please,
don't make me do it.
i can't do it.
i can't do it.
all right.
i can't.
- all right.
- i can't do it.
i'm gonna take care
of it.
all right.
come on, come on.
now listen to me.
you go upstas.
you go out
the back door.
don't talk to carmela.
you go someplace,
have a cup of coffee.
you wait
till i call you.
huh?
it's okay. we're gonna
take care of it.
go ahead.
i love you, man.
i love you, too.
- i like it.
- welcome.
- joan gillespie, pagano realty.
- kelli moltisanti.
we spoke on the phone.
my husband christopher.
- how do you do?
- this iwhat i'm talking about.
stately wayne manor.
four bedrooms, marble baths
with kohler fixtures.
- sub-zero in the stainless
steel kitchen. - we'll take it.
he's what we call
an impulse buyer.
shouldn't we see the
inside first, sweetie?
if it has an inside,
we're buying it.
where's the rest? five days
rent in advance, i said.
what if it rains? ohio state fair
gives you a rebate for bad weather.
yet anher reason
i don't live in ohio.
easy on the sugar, hon.
they tell me i'm sweet enough.
- thank you.
- you're welcome.
jesus christ,
what did he do now?
it's an old polo injury.
huh?
let me talk
to you a minute.
couple of guys we know,
lebanese or some shit,
they diverted a truck, whole semi
trailer full of centrum multivitamins.
that's a fucking score.
yeah, the thing is it's gotta
be unloaded out of state,
'cause the troopers are
on it. you interested?
could be distributed
in long island.
what's my end?
50-50, but it's gotta
be done now, tonight.
tonight?
all right,
but in this case,
i'm thinking we spare john the
stress of having to hear about this.
the situation he's in, he's
got enough to deal with.
get me frankie cosme
on the cell.
yeah, somebody wants
to talk to you. hold on.
did you pray?
said a "thank you"
for daddy's recovery.
you had arthroscopic surgery,
you can't bend a knee?
dad said he's gonna
meet us on the corner.
isn't that ade's mom?
- oh my god. she looks terrible.
- who?
chris' ex, her mom.
she saw us.
i should say hello.
liz, hi.
i saw you're on the
committee. that's so great.
carmela soprano.
- how's your daughter?
- fine.
well, mine is dead.
oh my god, when?
what happened?
when? that piece
of shit, your nephew.
they broke up, liz.
she ran off.
she doesn't call me
for almost two years.
my birthday,
christmas.
you two always did have
a very difficult relationship.
the fbi came
to my home.
you'd be azed at the
questions they asked me.
- liz-- - they admitted they
think that he killed her.
come on, liz,
you're drunk.
drunk-- it's called
depression.
i haven't had a drink
in years.
there were times,
i was a kid,
my friend ronnie, we'd play
on the floor of my kitchen--
linoleum, matchbox cars
or whatever.
he'd go home, his fucking
knees would be filthy.
his elbows-- she never
cleaned, my mother.
fucking house
was a pigsty.
ronnie's mother made him stop
coming over it was so dirty.
- that's fucked up.
- embarrassing.
my kid,
it'll be different.
he'll be proud
of his house.
wait till you see
this place.
so that thing,
rusty milio,
i heard that happened.
good job.
it's a little less cash
than we talked about.
but there's a bonus
in there for you.
it's okay if i fix?
just take me
to my car.
rock out