earners?
how about fat dom gamiello?
- what about him?
- he's mia.
a lot of people are
concerned for his well-being.
so what the fuck would
i know about that?
well as coincidence would have
it, he was last seen in new jersey.
so was the hindenburg. maybe
you wanna look into that too.
tony, please.
phil.
we're getting
off point.
i grew up
in this, guys.
and i just lost
my friend, rusty,
and for reasons i will
discern in time, believe me.
if there's one thing my
father taught me it's this:
a pint of blood costs
more than a gallon of gold.
my business,
all of our businesses--
this infighting's
costing money.
i'm willing
to move forward,
let the past
be bygones.
- fine with me.
- a wise decision
on both your parts.
now what i'd love
to see is a truce.
wipe
the slate clean.
the no-shows, the wire room,
vito-- put it all behind us.
yeah.
your brother billy,
whatever happened there--
- all right then.
- "whatever happened there?"
- the shooting.
- "whatever happened there?"
- god rest his soul, huh?
- i'll tell you what fuckin' happened.
- this piece of shit's cousin put six bullets...
- calm down, phil.
...in the kid without
any provocation whatsoever!
- my cousin's dead.
- fuck you!
phil, we were making headway
here. i didn't mean to say--
fuck what you mean,
cocksucker!
come on.
jesus christ, carmine.
what the fuck?
why would you possibly
bring that up?
he's holdin' the
board, looking the other way.
so the nail gun
goes off, bam!
right through
the dude's cheek.
oh, fuck.
- passaic.
- what?
where i live.
you asked me.
right.
why you ask me that? you gonna
come over, take me on a date?
yeah, absolutely.
i got a son, hector.
he's three.
wow, that's cool.
you're gonna
call me, right?
hey-- there's
only six numbers.
i left
the last one off.
you wanna find me, you're
gonna have to work for it.
you have an emergency call on two.
oh my god.
pop?
guess who.
- that's not funny.
- had to get your attention.
well you had my attention. now
you're wasting my time. i have to go.
hold on. you got a
warehouse listed on panama
that used to be a uniform
supply. what's the asking?
three and a quarter.
can i go now?
i was driving by. i thought
it had some potential.
but it's really
9,400 square feet
of leaky tarpaper roofs and
clotted galvanized plumbing
and no foot traffic
to speak of.
ease up on the hard sell there.
i'm thinking--
you get the seller to knock
something meaningful off the asking,
i fix it,
you flip it.
look, whatever happened, we did
make some money together, right?
- you serious about this?
- oh, you never do shit like that?
i'll get back to you.
i was up for anything.
he signed
the escrow papers
and i'm not sure
what happened
but he... left.
it was so
fucking humiliating
and i was so worked up. i
just needed to smooth it out.
so there's
the cristal.
i mean it could've been
worse, given my history.
it could've been junk.
julie, right?
- julianna.
- christopher.
i liked your share
in there, seriously.
i'm glad...
or sorry i guess.
kinda similar situation
with my job.
i really get that rush
when it's working.
i don't think i've ever
heard you share in there.
not a judgment,
by the way.
you learn as much
from others.
i split my time
at n.a. too.
junk's
another thing, huh?
tell me about it.
- you look familiar.
- pork store there, satriale's.
oh, right.
wow, cool.
so i guess i'll see you.
or maybe next week,
here.
wait. you wanna go for coffee?
well... okay.
wanna follow me to that
dive on sip and jfk?
for some
people, depression is a form
of forced
introversion.
and in lincoln's case,
it was extremely painful.
but it's out of that forced introversion
- that comes the abraham lincoln...
- where you been?
- linda merola's.
- ...who's the successful president.
i left you a message.