in paris
when we're not here.
tomorrow we hit
the stores.
- chloe, dior.
- a kelly bag pour moi.
bordeaux
is so delicious.
when we were
in st. eustache's
i noticed that
you lit two candles,
for jackie
and jackie jr., right?
you know we never really
talked about that.
- about what?
- about jackie jr.
what's there
to talk about?
madame.
oof, madonn'.
- merci.
- oh boy!
i didn't mean
to invade, ro.
it's just--
i mean, we're friends.
if there was anything
you wanted to share...
i mean, i-i cannot
begin to imagine
losing a son.
jesus, carm.
we're on vacation.
we're having a beautiful dinner.
why would you
bring this up?
i didn't mean
to upset you, ro.
i thought because we had
this time together--
- it's fucking morbid, that's what it is.
- i'm sorry, ro.
he's dead.
he's gone.
what can i do about it?
light a candle.
i picture him
with his dad,
and with his grandma
who he loved
and with jesus.
what's the matter
with you?
why would you bring
new jersey here?
- why can't we just have a good time?
- you're right, i apologize.
i'm going out
with michel tonight.
okay.
you know, you're welcome
to come, carm.
- i mean that.
- thank you, but no. you go.
i want to walk along
the seine one more time.
we gotta call the exterminator.
these are rat turds.
what time did patsy
and them say?
there they are!
the pirates of prosciutt',
- the brigands of bracioll'.
- hey, dom.
game out in canarsie. i
appreciate the rollers you sent.
linguini fra diav',
you want to stay?
naw, i gotta stop by
my daughter's in metuchen.
hey... sorry to hear
about your boy.
uh-huh.
terrible thing.
son 13,
daughter nine years old.
syracuse--
tanked again.
that pool cue--
i wonder if it was chalked.
very funny, dom.
very cute.
i don't quite get it,
but cute.
hey, you know the autopsy found
a three ball in his side pocket?
- you're on a run.
- they found a hankie with carlo's lipstick
in his other pocket.
i'm just breaking balls.
you're right though--
shouldn't laugh about a tragedy.
that old homo actor--
raymond navarro?
he had an ivory dildo stuck
up his ass when they found him.
pretty up on all this shit, huh, dom?
come to think of it,
he was from jersey too.
- what'd they find up your mother's cunt?
- time to hit the trail
- for metuchen, huh, what do you say?
- my mistake.
carlo's lipstick
was on vito's cock.
hit him!
hit that prick!
no, carlo!
carlo!
get him off me!
how's that, you fuck?
fuck!
call patsy and them,
say we had to leave...
a pipe broke.
we wait till the store closes,
we get him out.
cut him up
in the work area?
no more of that.
uh, dna.
ditch his car,
get some biangaleen.
sil!
come on, open the door!
- shit.
- hello, anybody in there?
ton', you don't want
to come in here.
- get back in your car, go for a ride.
- what?
fat dom gamiello
came over,
you know, just to break balls re vito,
carlo...
sil hit him
first.
tony,
let me just--
that's right, ton', u go.
you don't know nothin'.
you were right. they kill a
made guy, this is what happens.
say hello to gab. tell her
i hope she's over the flu.
goddamn vito!
what's the hardest thing
about skateboarding?
i give up. what's the hardest
thing about skateboarding?
- telling your parents
you're gay.
- signore.
- i thought you were going out for dinner.
see you in the garage
a minute?
- what now?
- tomorrow morning, 7:00 a.m. you go to this address.
you ask for
a mr. caravalho.
- i just got off the phone with him.
- at 7:00 in the morning?!
- for what?
- you're gonna be working construction.
- what?
- ferrying cement in a wheelbarrow.
- so, it's outdoors?
- yeah.
- well, it's wintertime. - you've got
a lot of those hooded sweatshirts--
like the mulignans wear
that you watch on mtv.
- you can double up.
- come on, this is bullshit.
every