[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
AJ: Here, take a swig.
And don't backwash.
Shit! Don't break it.
JARED: It's time for the nuns' rosary.
AJ: This is 8th-grade history. Stealing the sacramental wine?
JARED: It's not sacramental till they bless it.
All clear! Are you gonna confess this?
I'll tell them I stole something, not what.
Go! Form it up! Form it up, let's go, boys.
Hustle, hustle, hustle!
There we go, straight lines. Straight lines.
There you go.
Soprano, DiCarlucci, shake a leg.
Jumping jacks. Ten of them, count them down.
-BOYS: Three, four, five… -AJ: Two, three
-BOYS: six, seven, eight… -AJ: …four, five, six
-BOYS: nine, ten. -AJ: …seven, eight, nine…
DiCarlucci, Barber, Soprano, let's go! Sync up!
What's so funny? Care to share?
Sorry, Mr. Meskimmin.
[BLOWS WHISTLE]
Okay, kick-outs, boys!
Floor! Kick!
Return! Up!
AJ: I'm dizzier than shit!
Kick! Return! Up!
Fuck, here he comes.
Whoa, floor, kick, turn, up!
What's going on here?
Come on, stand up, on your feet, let's go.
Whoa.
-Man! -I don't feel so good.
I don't want any excuses.
Mr. Meskimmin, I gotta go to the bathroom.
Is that alcohol on your breath?
[VOMITS]
Hey, how's the boy?
How am I? I got dust up the crack of my ass, and I'm starving to death.
You're doing an excellent job. Take pleasure in that.
He's been ragging in my ear all day. I'd like to kill him. Hear that, prick?
Get him out of here. Just get him the hell out of here.
-Is there a problem? -You made your point.
-I made my point. -You made your point.
-What point? -Enough with work stoppage.
This union safety official stays until he deems this place is free of hazard.
-I have the money. -You do?
Christopher, see if he's paid up his union dues
then pop a wheel cover to check the brakes.
I'll get right on it.
I'll get your money, okay?
We shall return.
Halle-fucking-lujah!
Give me your cell. I gotta call Carmela.
You sure it was them?
They were drunk in gym class. Byron Barber vomited all over the teacher.
I spat it out.
Anthony.
You're gonna lie to me now?
He's sorry, Father Hagy. He'll be sorrier when he gets home.
Anthony, why don't you wait outside?
He's suspended for three days.
Let me pay for the wine.
This isn't just a crime against property
it's an affront to our holy sacristy.
I've asked Dr. Galani, our school psychologist, to join us.
He's been keeping an eye on Anthony. Meeting with his teachers.
Why don't you pick it up from there, Doctor?
Um, hi.
In many respects, Anthony is a normal, healthy 8th-grader.
Sister Patricia, his art teacher
thinks he shows strong skills in spatial orientation.
But the thing is, and it's not just this one incident
Anthony sometimes has trouble following the rules
weighing consequences.
At times, doesn't think before he acts.
And
it's thought that there's a good possibility Anthony could be ADD.
ADD?
-Attention deficit disorder. -I knew it.
-I knew there was something. -What is it?
It's an aggregate of symptoms.
Inattention, impulsivity
sometimes, although not always, hyperactivity.
To be sure, we'll give him a thorough evaluation.
He needs a whack upside the head.
If he's got an illness? It's an illness, right?
You'd hit somebody who's sick? You'd hit somebody with polio?
You hit Anthony?
Nobody gets hit in our house. Not exactly my idea.
What's happening if you can't do a little tarantella on the kids
when they step out of line?
So what happens now?
He'll be given a complete battery of testing.
Psychological, behavioral, medical.
Let me ask you a question.
These other kids, you keeping an eye on them?
Are you testing them? The ones that aren't named Soprano?
There's no immediate plans for that.
We attend to every child at Verbum Dei according to his own circumstances.
And so what do we, as the parents, do?
Nothing?
Oh, no, I mean, Anthony's misbehaved. He should be consequenced.
It's a crime!
To suspend that child from school with all the money you give them?
That gym teacher shit a brick when your friend puked on his boots, huh, Anthony?
Want to encourage him?
Whatever happened to "boys will be boys"?
He stole from the church. They don't make them any lower.
-What a loser. -That's enough out of you.
Oh, his father was the same way.
I practically lived in that vice principal's office.
Could we not, please?
You only remember what you want to remember.
Yeah, well, I must've had another son
who stole a car when he was 10 years old.
He could barely see over the wheel.
JUNIOR: He was a hellion. Him and his little crew
they stole lobsters on the boats,
and sold them for a buck on Bloomfield Avenue.
Really?
How many times must I say it? I don't want that talk in front of him.
That is wrong, and I don't condone it!
Yeah. Sure.
-Who are you yelling at? -What?
You stupe.
-What did you say? -I didn't say anything.
What's he doing now? What's going on?
He yells at me…
Anthony, I thought this could wait till after dinner.
Your father and I have talked.
You are not to play Mario Cart or go skateboarding for three weeks.
And no TV.
No.
CARMELA: You won't sit on that Internet.
And every day, you'll ride your bike to go visit Grandma.
Oh, that'll be nice.
It's not fair!
-Some fucking day, huh? -I feel like a bomb went off.
You know that stuff the doctor said? I never saw any of that in Anthony.
You never notice how he picks at the tongue of his shoe?
Like he can't help himself.
If he even has this thing.
Something's going on.
-Carm? -Yep?
-Do you think he knows? -I don't know.
She knows.
-Are you…? -Really?
-What makes you say that? -Are you in…?
I don't know. Things she says. She makes remarks, like this today with him.
-Are you in the Mafia? -She talk to you about me?
Talk? To me?
Something happen on that college trip?
Happen?
Like what?
I don't know, she seemed peculiar when she got back.
I think pretty soon we're gonna have to, you know
talk to her about the business.
Yeah. The two of us should sit down with Meadow.
Talk as a family.
With him, they'll test him and we'll see what's what.
Right?
Good night.
Maybe I don't want to admit something's wrong with my kid,
but this sounds like bullshit.
What do you mean?
If he's got a disease, why punish him? Isn't that bullshit?
ADD is a controversial subject.
Is it a disease, or a way for psychologists to line their pockets?
Many children can really benefit by professional intervention.
He got in trouble.
So you don't consider his behavior out of the norm?
No.
I don't know.
What do I know about it?
What do you mean?
Oh, I gotta spell it out for you?
Do you see his behavior as a reflection of your own?
Look, like I said, maybe I don't want to admit there's something wrong,
but if he's got this thing
we'll deal with it.
If he had polio, we'd deal with it.
You pick up the pieces and you go on from there.
So that's what we're gonna do.
Do you want to say anything else about this?
Well, last time you were telling me that you had intimate feelings for me.
But you've not mentioned it.
Intimate feelings?
I think I said I was in love.
How are you doing with it?
I can't turn off my feelings because you say it's a by-product of therapy.
I never said to turn off your feelings.
Well, I already got a girlfriend.
She's Russian, 24.
How old are you?
It's interesting it took you so long to tell me you had a girlfriend.
How are you doing with it?
I gotta ask you one more question about my son.
You think I should go easy on him now,
or press him harder?
That's difficult to say.
What, you want a raise, maybe, to figure this out?
CARMELA: Anthony! Anthony Jr., you get up!
AJ: Why? I don't have to go to school. I'm suspended.
CARMELA: No lying in bed all day. We're not running a hotel over here.
Get up, have some breakfast!
AJ: I don't want any. I'm not hungry.
CARMELA: What you are gonna do today is get up and go rake.
Then pull all of those leaves out of the pool filter.
You're gonna do some work around here.
MEADOW: Mom, where's my gray jacket?
I left it downstairs. What'd you do with it?
Hello?
[LOUD MUSIC PLAYS]
CARMELA: Anthony, turn off that music! Your father is sleeping!
AJ: You said I couldn't watch TV or play Nintendo.
-CARMELA: What? -AJ: You said nothing about music!
-CARMELA: Turn it off right now! -AJ: Why?
Your father is sleeping, for chrissake!
MEADOW: Mom, I can't find it. Where is it?
["WHITE RABBIT" BY JEFFERSON AIRPLANE PLAYS]
[HONKING]
Hey, Johnny!
Johnny, come on!
Uncle Jun, why are you here so early?
Anthony, where's your dad? He said he'd be outside.
Want me to go get him?
Did you hear the game last night? Joey Pepitone, three RBIs.
No kidding. My mom made me go to bed.
You miss your bus to school
you walk through the colored neighborhood.
YOUNG LIVIA: Junior! Big fancy car.
We're going to my sister's, and you promised to…
Nonstop! Don't you get sick of yourself?
Dad, could you and Uncle Jun give me a ride to school?
Not now, Tony. You be good, though.
Pay attention to what those teachers tell you.
Okay.
-See you, Ma. -Okay. Be good.
[HONKING]
YOUNG TONY: Hey, wait up!
Shit!
YOUNG JUNIOR: Hey, Rocco!
ROCCO: Come on, move, move, guys! Move, move!
Hey, John, one more day, man! One more day.
-ROCCO: There's gonna be a huge payoff. -JOHNNY: I'm gonna kill you!
JOHNNY: What do you got?
What the fuck is this? What the fuck are you bringing me here?
Who are you fucking with, Rocco?
-Fuck you! -Motherfucker!
You asshole!
What are you bringing to me here?
JOHNNY: Piece of shit!
What the fucking…?
Christ!
You're up.
Who the fuck can sleep with all this shit going on?
I thought about Jefferson Airplane this morning. How about that?
1967.
-Made me think of my father. -What about him?
First time I saw him whack the shit out of somebody.
What made you think about that?
Something to do with my son, I think, what's been going on.
Why did your father whack the shit out of some guy?
I never saw him do something like that.
He used to whack us kids around a little.
Really?
Yeah, the belt was his favorite child development tool.
This was different.
You could tell he knew what he was doing.
How did you feel about your father after that?
I didn't want him to do it to me.
Seriously.
What should I say? I was glad he wasn't a fag.
-How did you and your father get along? -Good.
He was a good guy, my father. Everybody liked him.
He knew how to have a good time.
He loved shellfish, clams, oysters.
Taught us how to eat them. You put Worcestershire on, suck them down.
It's good.
My mother never ate anything raw.
But he wasn't around much.
What did he do for a living?
Retail meat and provisions.
And a little numbers, extortion, loan-sharking.
How did you feel about that?
-How did I feel? -About your father
being engaged in illegal activities?
You know, I never really knew about it.
When did you find out?
Who remembers?
You thought of that incident this morning.
Are you concerned that your son is going to find out about you?
Don't talk to me about legitimate business.
What about chemical companies?
Dumping that shit into rivers and they got deformed babies popping up all over.
Does he know anything?
I don't know.
Has he asked you?
No.
-How will you handle that? -I don't know.
Did you ever talk to your father about it?
Are you kidding?
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]
No kidding, Tony. That doesn't sound like Anthony.
Yesterday, he's a boy. Today, I worry about him.
Teenagers.
My daughter gives me feminist shit about this place.
How it "objectifies women." Shit like that.
These girls pull down 1500 a week.
This bears no weight with the principessa.
Meadow was one thing, but this is my son.
Boys are different from girls.
Pussy, Kevin and Matt, they ever ask you about this thing of ours?
I lied through my teeth, but they knew. Fucking nitwits.
They love me anyway.
It's hard to raise kids in an information age.
You know, to protect them.
Hey, what's up?
CHRIS: Who's got an anniversary or a special occasion?
What are these, antiques?
I was picking up the Chinaman's vig, and the FedEx van was wide open.
The guy went in for a burger.
No shit, FedEx. They're usually pretty careful with those.
You did this in daylight?
Nobody saw me.
That's interstate commerce.
You want to be in prison for a stunt like that, be my guest.
I'd take a licking but keep on ticking.
I'm getting out of here.
Jesus Christ!
What's with his ass?
He's got a lot on his mind.
What do you think is going on in this one, Anthony?
I don't know. How many more are left?
The quicker you answer, the faster we'll be done.
Whatever pops in your mind.
There's no guy?
Okay, good. Where do you think he is?
Out buying food for the horse?
Anything else?
Watching TV, maybe?
Maybe he's watching South Park. Number one's on tonight.
Aliens abduct Cartman and give him an anal probe and it makes him fart fire.
You're home.
You know, if it's bad, the ADD, they put Anthony in special ed.
The doctors say that?
Doctors don't know anything yet. They started testing today.
I picked up these books at the mall.
Help Me To Help My Child?
Listen to this.
"About 50% of children diagnosed with ADD
receive help from special education teachers."
We don't even know that's what he's got.
You're right. Let's just be ignorant. Why worry about anything now?
You blame me, don't you?
Who said anything about that?
No, go ahead. You blame me.
I blame myself.
-For what? -For what.
For staying with me?
I have two eyes.
Who do we blame our daughter on?
Straight-A student, National Honor Society, featured soloist in the choir.
Yeah, this isn't going anywhere.
"Like father, like son," right? What about "Daddy's little girl"?
My son's got your Uncle Lenny in his gene pool. Do I blame you for that?
If it helps you.
Hi, Grandma.
Well, look who's here.
-Oh, look at that little face. -Ow.
Pearl, meet my grandson.
This is your grandson?
He rode his bike all the way over to visit his grandma.
How do you like that?
How come he's not in school?
-Because he was a bad boy! -Ow.
Yes, he was, that's why.
He's a big one!
She had a stroke.
Now half her brain is gone.
So what shall we do? What shall we do?
Let's see.
Let's play Scrabble.
You'd be surprised how good your grandmother is.
I don't think so, Gram. I'm kind of wiped.
Oh, you're a 13-year-old boy. You're too young to be so tired.
They sent me to a psychiatrist all morning. I took a million tests.
A psychiatrist?
You know, because I got suspended and everything.
They sent you to a psychiatrist?
Yeah.
But that's crazy. That's all nonsense.
That's nothing but a racket for the Jews!
Dad goes.
-He does not. -Yes, he does.
To a psychiatrist?
Yeah.
He does not.
He does too.
Why do you say that? That's ridiculous!
I heard him and Mom talking about it.
What does he need a psychiatrist for?
Is it okay if I take that pear, Grandma?
He goes to talk about his mother. That's what he's doing.
He talks about me, he complains.
"She didn't do this, she did that."
Oh, I gave my life to my children on a silver platter.
And this is how he repays me.
-AJ: Dad, what's that noise? -TONY: Noise?
TONY: It's a flat tire.
I asked you to clean the nails from the driveway.
I was praying for something like this.
I spent too much money on braces for two years
not to take you to the dentist now.
Maybe we should call the Auto Club.
We change tires at our house. Watch and learn.
Yesterday, with the psychologist, how'd that go?
Okay.
Yeah? What'd you guys do?
He made me look at pictures. And then I had to say something about them.
Did you talk about anything interesting?
That's kind of between me and my therapist.
He said I don't have to say anything if I didn't want to.
That's what we pay extra for at that school?
The other night at dinner, you made a remark.
-No, I didn't. -Yeah, you did.
I'm not mad. I just need to know what you meant by it.
I didn't mean anything.
Come on.
Kids at school said some stuff.
What'd they say?
That you were in the Mafia.
What do you think?
I don't know.
The guys at Uncle Jackie's funeral.
And those other guys writing license plates and taking pictures.
Those were feds, right? Like in Godfather I.
Uncle Jackie's funeral. Right.
I found this page with Uncle Jackie on the Web.
It said he ran some union that ripped off these pension things or something.
Uncle Jackie was a complicated man.
But you loved him, right?
Yeah.
You didn't see me on the Web, did you?
No.
That's right.
Give me a hand so we can get the algae scraped off your teeth.
I'm going crazy with this shit, what he knows, what he doesn't know.
He'll find out eventually. What's the difference?
Me, my father. It's probably in the genes, right?
You know, this ADD thing.
It's probably genetical.
What about Pussy?
He's an acquaintance of mine.
This guy is a stone gangster, and he's got three kids.
One graduated, and two are going to Villanova.
-How do you account for that? -Then you got Leopold and Loeb.
They murdered this kid for fun,
and their father was a successful businessman.
Do you hold your father responsible for what you've become?
Sometimes I think about what life would've been like
if my father hadn't gotten mixed up in what he got mixed up in.
How life would've been different.
Maybe I'd be selling patio furniture in San Diego.
We talked last time about how you felt when you became aware
of your father's criminal life. Any more thoughts on that?
When you first started therapy, you said you had this dream
about those ducks.
They flew away with your penis. It was a bad omen
that something was going to happen in your family.
Is this the terrible thing?
Look, if you know something, please, quit fucking around.
I think it's important to remember.
You said you liked the History Channel.
He who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it.
-Let's talk about your father. -My father.
Heads up!
Why are you smiling?
Just thinking about my uncle.
He used to throw the ball with me.
The one with whom you have all the static?
Yeah.
Uncle Jun.
He was always practicing his curve ball outside in front of the house.
I was probably about 8 or 9.
Then my sister came out.
The one who lives in California?
Janice.
How does she feel about your parents?
Who cares what she thinks? She calls herself Vishnamantha.
Soprano isn't good enough for her. Wannabe dot-head.
Why were you thinking of your uncle?
I don't know.
What are you doing?
I'm getting in the car.
Why? Where are you going?
Someplace.
Where are you going? Can I come?
Your mom wants you to get the screens down to the basement.
No, I want to go with you guys.
He said no.
Janice
you both won't be going, you talk to your brother like that.
Go on.
My mother was inside, cooking the meat for the gravy, you know, the "red lead."
Pork bones and veal. It was a Sunday.
-But you said… -I said we'd see.
What's the matter with her? She won't eat.
You won't have to get me anything for Christmas.
You won't have to tell me to take the trash out.
I shouldn't have to tell you to take the trash out.
Why can't I have this? It isn't fair!
I don't want to hear about that stupid electric organ!
It's not stupid, it's fun.
Enough! He won't give me a moment's peace.
If Janice wanted it, she'd get it. She always gets what she wants.
Where were they going? Why couldn't I go?
Your sister does as she's told.
Right, I forgot.
Janice never does anything wrong. She's just perfect.
You're driving me crazy!
No, I'm not.
She said what?
She was high-strung, very dramatic.
Every night to her is a night at the opera.
I could stick this fork in your eye!
She wasn't gonna do it.
Holy shit, that's why I'm remembering all this.
-On account of where they were going. -Where were they going?
I found out a couple Sundays later.
NEWSCASTER: The toll now stands at 11 dead and 600 wounded
as well as hundreds of businesses…
Mom, I'm going to the CYO to play ball.
Take a bat with you, what they're doing on Springfield Avenue.
…looting and sniper fire along Springfield Avenue continue…
…with Mayor Hugh Addonizio placing blame on outside agitators…
Come on, Dad, let's go!
I'm coming, I'm coming.
Keep your sticky fingers off the car. I just waxed the damn thing.
Can I steer?
Maybe on the way home, honey.
Here we are.
Come on.
Uncle Jun?
Buy something nice.
My heart was broken.
You felt your father was showing favoritism.
I still remember that feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Did you confront them?
Have you been listening to me? Kids don't confront in my family.
How does this pertain to the situation with your son?
This amusement park is where I found out my father wasn't like other fathers.
I took the bus this time.
It was three transfers from Newark.
I had this candy bar in my pocket.
It had sand or lint or something on it.
What you doing? Where you spitting?
I ain't doing nothing!
You threw that wrapper on the floor.
-Pick it up! -Leave me alone!
Come back! Pick it up!
WOMAN: What in the world?
OFFICER: Stop or I'll shoot!
You're under arrest!
Stop!
[GUNSHOT]
[SCREAMING]
You're under arrest.
My leg!
TONY: Name was Cicchi Sasso, my father's cousin on his mother's side.
Got out of Vietnam on account of cops blew his kneecap off.
What's the matter with you cops?
Can't bring your kid to an amusement park no more?
Daddy! Daddy!
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
You go home to Mommy, sweetheart.
Va fangool, why don't you go lock up the melanzane?
They're burning down Newark.
JOHNNY: I want my lawyer. I'm not saying shit to you.
MAN: That's Johnny-boy Soprano!
[SIRENS]
JOHNNY: Asshole, you're hurting my wrist.
Get the fuck in there, Clarabell.
He used Janice as a front. They brought their daughters,
so that their business looked sweet and innocent.
That must've been devastating.
It turned out it was no big deal.
To see your father handcuffed and led away by the police?
Well, at the time I thought my head was gonna explode.
He looked helpless.
But when I got home, my mother had a different perspective.
Which made me feel better.
So in her pain, she reached out to you.
That's one way to put it.
Your father may not be home for dinner. Go wash up.
-I know. -What do you know?
I saw him getting arrested. What did he do?
He didn't do anything! They just pick on Italians.
Still, in my heart, I knew my father was no freedom fighter.
So he went to jail?
He came home in a couple hours.
TONY: We were watching Ed Sullivan.
[THE YOUNG RASCALS' "I'VE BEEN LONELY TOO LONG" PLAYS]
[DOOR OPENS]
Hey! Livia!
Look who's home.
-What happened? -What happened?
I got you cherry vanilla at Nasto's.
That didn't take long. Must be in good with the uppity-ups.
Let this be a lesson.
Those stupid cops, they went to the wrong place.
Arrested the wrong guys.
How's my little girl? You all right?
-I'm okay. -Good.
ROCCO: Johnny-boy! Hey, Johnny-boy!
Good for you, Johnny.
Show those fucking sons of bitches.
JOHNNY: What's up, Rocco?
So
Everything okay?
I don't understand. The man your father beat up
was the same one congratulating him?
Yeah. One of them.
Rocco Allatore.
Why'd they arrest him?
He was in violation of his parole.
Association with known undesirables.
But nothing ever happened. It just went away.
He'd been in prison?
He was away when I was a kid,
but they told me he was in Montana being a cowboy.
What?
My son is doomed, right?
Why do you say that?
This is the part where I'm supposed to tell you
how terrible my father was and the terrible things he did,
and how he ruined my life.
But I'll tell you, I was proud to be Johnny Soprano's kid.
When he beat the shit out of that guy
I told the class how tough my father was.
Is that how your son feels about you?
Yeah, probably.
And I'm glad. I'm glad if he's proud of me.
But that's the bind I'm in. I don't want him to be like me.
He could be anything he wants.
He could be like a guy I knew in school.
His grandfather invented ties for the end of salamis.
He made millions of dollars. He's sitting on his ass.
Have you communicated this to your son?
Not in so many words.
Probably not at all.
What's the difference? You said it.
It's in the blood. It's hereditary.
Genetic predispositions are only that. Predispositions.
It's not a destiny written in stone. People have choices.
She finally offers an opinion.
Well, they do. You think everything that happens is preordained?
You don't think that human beings possess free will?
How come I'm not making fucking pots in Peru?
You're born to this shit. You are what you are.
Within that there's a range of choices.
This is America.
Right. America.
JOHNNY: So, Livia, what do you think, huh?
LIVIA: Okies and misfits, that's who goes there.
Losers, the Beverly Hillbillies.
So now Rocco Allatore's a loser?
I've had to rough Rocco up because of money, but he's got a fucking brain.
He's opening a new book.
After that gets up, we get a little cash flow…
Oh, Mr. Cash Flow! Big businessman now.
What do you know? You're scared of your own shadow.
Reno is growing by leaps and bounds, Livia.
It's a chance to get in on the ground floor.
After Rocco gets the book up, he'll open a supper club.
-He wants me to run it. -A supper club? Are you drunk?
Jesus Christ Almighty!
Fucking albacore around my neck!
Every time I try… Me and the kids'll go without you!
They are not going anywhere!
I'd rather smother them with a pillow than take them to Nevada!
JOHNNY: Always with the drama!
Livia, here you are.
Junior, you scared me to death.
I can't stay, but I didn't want to let another day go by.
Business headaches like you won't believe.
Oh, yeah, you and the other one. With all your headaches.
Who, Tony?
Don't be so hard on him.
He's got a lot to learn, but he's headed in the right direction.
Where to? Overbrook State Mental Hospital?
What?
Hey, Uncle Jun. How you doing?
He's keeping his hair.
You see, what a good boy, he comes to visit his mother.
My son's staying for dinner, Junior. I don't suppose you have time.
You two want to visit each other.
Junior's very busy these days with his headaches.
Not too busy to shoot the shit with you, Tony.
We gotta catch a ball game.
Hey, you got my number. All right.
That man.
He's so full of himself since becoming caporegime.
He makes me sick.
Remember the Allatores, Ma?
Oh, why wouldn't I?
They moved to Nevada. They're billionaires now.
Oh, that Rocco Allatore, he was a real go-getter.
-Didn't Dad want to go with him? -Your father? No.
Yeah, he did. I remember you guys talking about it.
Allatore would start a business, Dad would do it with him.
Rocco just got him all worked up, that's all.
What is this with all these questions?
Dad wanted to go with him.
You wouldn't let him.
Let him?
What do you mean?
You just tell me one time your father didn't do
exactly as he wanted.
I don't know. Maybe this was his chance to get out.
Dad was no choirboy, but maybe with a little bit of support…
Mr. Sensitive now.
Well, if it bothers you, maybe you better talk to a psychiatrist.
What are you talking about, a psychiatrist?
That's what people do when they want somebody to blame for their life.
You're a real stone player, aren't you?
You threatened to smother his children.
What does that mean?
Everybody thought Dad was ruthless, but I gotta hand it to you.
If you'd been born after those feminists
you would've been the real gangster.
I don't know what you're talking about!
Please, sit.
I know you're probably eager to hear the results of our testing.
-How's Anthony doing? -Good, I think. Don't you think so?
Yeah, I think so.
Okay.
Well, good.
Let's get to it.
The good news is, no evidence of learning disability.
Cognitive function, verbal and nonverbal intelligent testing
arithmetic and reading evaluation
-all within normal range. -Thank goodness.
Got a clean bill of health.
No soft sign on the neurological, either.
That's all the good news. Why don't you tell us the bad news?
Well, as to whether Anthony has ADD
the results were interesting.
The APA Standard is for the subject to manifest six out of nine
possible symptoms of ADD.
In testing, Anthony manifested five of those symptoms.
Five, really?
He often has difficulty awaiting his turn
is often quote-unquote "on the go," or acts as if driven by a motor
often interrupts or intrudes on others,
and often fidgets with hands or feet.
He fidgets with hands or feet?
That's right.
You mean, like, he fidgets.
Uh-huh.
And that's a sickness, to fidget?
Mr. Soprano, it's one of nine possible symptoms.
What constitutes a fidget?
Tony… No, no, what constitutes a fidget?
So what if he fidgets? Who doesn't fidget in school?
The kid's in puberty. He gets a hard-on every 10 minutes.
Anthony is a borderline case.
He's not a case, he's a 13-year-old boy.
Every time you see a problem, you turn it into a disease.
He's a kid who made a mistake, and he'll pay for it.
But he's gonna be fine. Come on.
I think he's right.
And I don't think we should have to pay for this testing.
NARRATOR [ON TV]: To oppose this massive force bearing down on Midway
Admiral Nimitz had no battleships in shape for the fight.
However, he had the carriers
Yorktown, Enterprise and Hornet.
This might prove to be the trump card.
Studying?
Government.
It's not the end of the world, Anth.
I'm depressed.
You're not depressed.
You're sad because you did something stupid, and you got grounded.
You can't watch TV or play on your computer for a couple weeks.
It's gonna stay like that.
It isn't fair.
You got that right.
What are you doing?
What's it look like?
Can I have one too?
This one's yours.
Gonna need sprinkles.
Okay.
You want nuts?
Yeah. M&M's?
["WHITE RABBIT" BY JEFFERSON AIRPLANE PLAYS]
Pretty good.