the
cherry-stones. - fine, good.
you sure? 'cause last year you
said the cherry-stones were chewy.
the little-necks then.
jesus! ebenezer scrooge
over here.
so stop breakin' my balls
about clams. i don't feel good.
the soft scrub,
lemon scented.
you're cool
as a cucumber.
did i say i'm hot?
i got a tightness in my
chest up by the esophagus.
well you just had
a check up, phil.
yeah.
imagine the christmas marie and the
kids'll be having after all that with vito?
the dibellas too.
catherine's stroke?
remember last year
at my mother's house?
francesca spatafore did that
beautiful solo of "o, holy night"?
vito accompanied her
on the piano?
i gotta try
and take a shit.
now when one is having a heart
attack, the body releases proteins
that act as markers which
we would detect in the blood.
you don't show
any, sir.
- so, his heart is fine?
- yep.
jesus christ.
mr. leotardo, some people would
pay millions for that diagnosis.
- so what the hell's wrong with me?
- my guess is simple gas.
i always say
he's full of hot air.
pharmacy's down
the hall.
they will give you
some antacid. take care.
arrogant prick.
nervous nellie.
that's what you are.
i'm so sorry.
this asshole
wall street couple
came back to look
at this loft space.
mmm.
- i'm dyin'. my heart!
- oh my god!
okay, we're here. we're here.
it's all right, it's all right.
it's okay. don't worry about it.
help! my husband.
- phil!
- crash cart! can i get a crash cart? crash cart!
heh, i fucked a girl
wearing a santa hat once.
it was too distracting.
i kept losin' my hard on.
hey ton'.
did you hear?
phil leotardo took a heart
attack, a big one apparently.
ho! so there is
a santa claus.
he's in intensive care over in
brooklyn. doesn't look too good.
sweetheart,
drinks all around.
and a club soda
for the messenger here.
you're happy
about this, t?
why not? he's a pain
in my balls.
a manageable pain though,
eh? the devil you know...
after the scene
at little carmine's...?
corrado,
don't you have nothing?
you can make
a hand turkey.
for christmas?
fuckin' idiot.
visitor for
mr. soprano.
bobby!
any of you know
what bacala is?
of course you don't.
well it's salted cod.
we taught the world
how to eat.
junior, sit.
happy holidays, huh?
you smell the piss
in this place?
i ain't gonna stay
too long.
just to say you
should keep this.
- what's that?
- you had beppy drop it by, remember?
had a post-it?
it said "merry christmas"?
it's a gift.
it's a little something for
you and karen and the kids.
it wouldn't be right.
i mean frankly i shouldn't be
here after what happened with tony.
he's still up
on his cross, huh?
junior, you shot him.
yeah well it's
not that simple.
i know a few
things you don't.
like maybe i wasn't
acting alone.
junior, jfk was
40 years ago.
that's all i'll
say about that.
you see that one
over there?
an attorney.
i'm mounting my case.
look, i should
take off.
you want a snack?
a soda?
the fuck? you
just got here.
happy holidays.
here.
one hand washes
the other.
so the husband says, "i
wasn't talkin' to you."
you know her?
oh that's right,
you and her--
- how'd that all go?
- i had to put her on the shelf.
yeah, she's a friend of kaisha, the
black one i was tellin' you about.
she was just now asking what
to get kaisha for her birthday.
what'd you tell her?
luther vandross,
a box set.
mmm.
mmm.
you know what's
interesting?
hmm?
us being able
to use again,
but integrating it
into our lives.
yeah.
work...
socialize...
but still having
a mastery.
- not easy.
- but interesting as shit.
for one thing,
we don't use needles.
i should probably tell
tony we're fucking.
what?
we're not anymore.
he's already hinky.
he starts pokin'
around,
finds out
we met in a.a.,
he could suspect
i'm usin' again...
hmm.
...and ruin everything.
there he is. where the fuck you been?
you heard that