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Episode #7 Transcript
Down Neck
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Here, take a swig, and don't backwash. Shit, don't break it! Quick, it's almost time for the nuns' rosary. This is 8th grade history, man. Stealing the sacramental wine. It's not sacramental until they bless it. All clear. Are you gonna confess this? I'm gonna tell him I stole something, not what. Warm it up! Warm it up, let's go boys. Hustle, hustle, hustle! There we go, straight lines. Three lines, there you go. Soprano, dicarlucci, shake a leg! Jumping jacks! Ten of them, count 'em down. (Kids) three, four, five, six... Seven, eight, nine, ten. One, two, three, four... Dicarlucci, barber, soprano! Let's go, sync up! What's so funny back there, gentlemen? You care to share? Sorry, Mr. Miskimmin. Okay, kick-outs, boys! Floor, kick, return, up! I'm dizzier than shit. Kick, return, up. Fuck, here he comes. Floor, kick, return. What's going on here? C'mon, stand up, on your feet, let's go. C'mon. Whoa. Man. I don't feel so good. I don't want any excuses. Mr. Miskimmin, I got to go to the bathroom. Is that alcohol on your breath? Oh no! (Vomiting) |
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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. Allow yourself to take pleasure in that. Guys been ragging in my fuckin' ear all day. I'd like to kill the prick. You hear that, prick? Get him out of here. Get him the hell out of here! Is there a problem? You made your point, okay? I made my point. You made your point. What point is that? Enough with this work stoppage. This is a union safety official. And he stays until the union deems this workplace is free of hazard. I have the money. You do? Christopher, give the union a call and see if this gentleman here had paid up his union dues, and then pop in these wheel covers and we'll check the break pads. I'll get right on it. I'll get your money, okay? We shall return. Hall-eh-fucking-lujah. Give me your cell, I gotta call carmella. |
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You sure it was them? They were drunk in gym class. Byron barber vomited all over the teacher. I didn't even drink it. I spat it out. Anthony. On top of this, you're gonna lie to me now? He's very sorry, father hagy he's gonna be even sorrier when he gets home. Anthony, why don't you wait outside? He's suspended for three days. At least let me pay for the wine. Theft of the sacramental wine is not just a crime against property, this is an affront to our holy sacristy. I've asked dr. Galani, he's 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 though, 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 A.D.D. A.D.D.? I'm sorry, attention deficit disorder. I knew it. I always knew there was something. What is it? It's an aggregate of symptoms. Inattention, impulsivity, sometimes, although not always, hyperactivity. Of course to be sure we'll need to give him a thorough evaluation. All he needs is 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. I don't know what the world's coming to if you can't do a little tarantell' on the kids once in a while, when they step out of line. 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 every child at verbum dei according to his own special set of circumstances. And so what do we as the parents do? Nothing? No, I mean-- anthony's misbehaved, he should be consequenced. |
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It's a crime! To suspend that child from school with all the money you give them! I bet that gym teacher shit a brick when your little friend puked on his boots, anthony? You want to encourage him, uncle jun? What ever happened to boys will be boys? He stole from the church. They don't make them any lower than that. What a loser. That's enough out of you. 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. I must've had another son who stole a car when he was ten years old. He could barely see over the steering wheel. He was a hellion, this one. Him and his little crew, they used to steal lobsters on the boats on the shore and sell them for a buck a piece down on Bloomfield avenue. Really? How many times do i gotta say this? I don't want that kind of talk in front of this kid! That stuff is wrong and I don't condone it! Yeah, sure. Who do you think you're yelling at? What? You stupe. What did you just say? I didn't say anything. What's he doing? What's going on? He yells at me like a miserabl'. I thought this could wait until after dinner. But your father and I have talked. You are not to play mario cart or go skateboarding for three weeks. And no tv. No. You're not gonna sit on that internet either. And every day you're going to ride your bike over to green grove retirement home and visit grandma. That'll be nice. It's not fair. |
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Some fucking day, huh? I feel like a bomb went off. The stuff that doctor was saying, I never saw any of that in anthony. You never noticed the way he picks at the tongue of his tennis shoe? Like he can't help himself. If he even has this thing. Something's going on. Carm... Yeah? You think he knows? I don't know. She knows. Really? What makes you say that? 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. Pretty soon we're gonna have to... You know, talk to her. About the business. Yeah. Two of us should sit down with meadow. Talk as a family. With him, they'll give him the test and we'll see what's what. Right? Goodnight. Goodnight. |
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Maybe I don't want to admit there's something wrong with my kid. But this all sounds like bullshit to me. What do you mean? If he's got a disease, why'd they tell me to punish him? Doesn't that sound like bullshit? A.D.D. Is a controversial subject. Is it a disease or is it a way for these psychologists to line their pockets? Many children can really benefit by professional intervention. He got in a little 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? I got to 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... You know, 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 have anything else you want to say about this? 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 just can't turn off my feelings because you tell me it's a byproduct of therapy. I never said you should turn off your feelings. I already got a girlfriend. She's russian, 24. How old are you? I find it interesting that it took you so long to tell me that you had a girlfriend. How are you doing with it? I got to ask you one more question about my son. You think I should go easy on him now or press him a little harder? That's difficult to say. You want a raise maybe? Figure this out. |
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(Carmella) anthony! Anthony jr. You get up! (Anthony) why? I don't have to go to school, I'm suspended. You're not lying around in bed all day. We're not running a hotel over here! Get up, have some breakfast! (Anthony) I don't wanna, I'm not hungry! (Carmella) what you are gonna do today is get up and go rake! And pull all of the leaves out of the pool filter! Do some work around here! (Meadow) ma, where's my gray jacket? I left it downstairs, what'd you do with it? Hello?! (Carmella) anthony jr., Turn off that music! Your father is sleeping! (Anthony) you said i couldn't watch tv or play nintendo. (Carmella) what?! (Anthony) you didn't say anything about music! (Carmella) turn it off, right now! (Anthony) why?! (Carmella) because I said so! Your father is sleeping for chrissake! (Meadow) mom, i can't find it, where is it?! |
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hey, johnny! Johnny, c'mon! Uncle 'jun, what are you doing here so early? Anthony, where's your old man? He said he'd be waiting outside. Want me to go get him? Hey, you hear the game last night? Joey pepitone, three R.B.I.'S no kidding? My mom made me go to bed. Why aren't you on your way to school? You miss your bus, you want to walk through the colored neighborhood? Junior, big fancy car. We're going to my sister's tonight and you promised to bring a pork loin. Nonstop! Don't you get sick of yourself? Dad, could you and uncle 'jun give me a ride to school? Not right now tony, you be good. Pay attention to what those teachers tell you. You hear me, anthony? Okay. See you, ma. Okay. Be good. Hey, wait up! Shit. Hey, rocco! C'mon! Move it! Move, move, move it! One more day, man! (Yelling) what the fuck is this?! Who are you fucking with, rocco? Fuck you! Asshole! What the the fuck you think you're bringing to me?! Huh, rocco?! |
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You're up. Who the fuck can sleep with all this shit going on? I was thinking about fucking jefferson airplane this morning. How 'bout that? 1967. Made me think about my father. What about him? First time i ever 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. I mean, he used to whack us kids around a little bit. Really? Yeah, the belt was his favorite child development tool. This was different, though. You can 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 do you want me to 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. Loved shellfish. Clams, oysters. Taught us kids how to eat them. Put a little worcester on there. 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, loansharking. How did you feel about that? How'd I feel? About your father being engaged in illegal activities. 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 start talking to me about legitimate business. What about chemical companies dumping shit into the rivers, and they get all these deformed babes popping up all over the place. Does he know anything? I don't know. Has he asked you? No. How are you gonna handle that? I don't know. Did you ever talk to your father about it? What, are you kidding? |
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No kidding, tony. That doesn't sound like anthony. Yesterday he's a little boy. Today I gotta worry about him. Teen-agers. My daughter's been giving me all this feminist shit about this place. How it objectifies women. Shit like that. These girls are pulling down 15 hundred 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, did 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. To protect them. Hey. Hey, what's up? Who's got an anniversary or special occasion? What are these, antiques? I was picking up the chinaman's vig, and the fed-fucking-ex van was wide Guy went in for a burger or some shit. No shit, fed ex. They usually pretty careful with those. You did this in broad daylight? Nobody saw me. That's interstate commerce. You want to spend eight years in prison for a stupid stunt like that? You be my guest. I take a licking but keep on ticking. I'm getting the fuck out of here. Jesus christ! What's with his ass? He's got a lot on his mind. |
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What do you think is going on in this one, anthony? I don't know. How many more of these are left? Quicker you answer, the faster we'll be done. Whatever pops into your mind. 'Cause 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 is supposed to be on tonight. The one where cartman gets abducted by aliens, and they give him an anal probe and makes him fart fire. |
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You're home. If it's bad, the A.D.D., They put anthony in special ed. Doctor say that? No, doctors don't know anything yet. They started the testing this afternoon. I picked up these books at the mall. "Help me to help my child"? Listen to this, "approximately 50 percent of children diagnosed with A.D.D. Receive help from special education teachers in their school." 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? Go ahead, you blame me. I blame myself. For what? For what? For staying with me? I have two eyes. And who do we blame our daughter on? Straight "a" student, national honor society, featured soloist in the choir. This isn't going anywhere. Like father like son, right? What about daddy's little girl? What about you? You and your uncle Lenny. My son's got that in his gene pool. Do i blame you for that? If it helps you. |
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Hi, grandma. Well look who's here. 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. 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 like a million tests. A psychiatrist? Yeah, 'cause 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. He does not. Yes, he does. To a psychiatrist? Yeah. He does not. He does to. Why do you say that? That's ridiculous. Because it's true. 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. Yeah. Oh, I gave my life to my children on a silver platter. And this is how he repays me. |
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