Charlie mumbles that he better change his ways so Caiozza can saunter over and slam his head into the table like Eli did in the first season. One more concussion and he’s Troy Aikman. Caiozza throws him around some more to find out who’s his partner, where he gets his supply and how he got the money. Charlie’s just talking out of his ass saying he has no partner, he gets the heroin from some Chinese guy “whose name sounds like a toothache” and his sister gave him the money. Says she lifted it from Moceri while she was “yanking his ghianda.” Then Charlie spits on the floor because he doesn’t understand that he’s getting his ass kicked.
Caiozza’s got not time for Charlie so he tells him that if Charlie thinks he’ll get some shady lawyer to beat the rap, he’s got another think coming. They can always make him disappear. This finally turns on the dim bulb he calls a brain and Charlie says they said there was always the law. Moceri reminds him that “Duh, they are the law.” D’oh!
Charlie tries to make a deal by saying he could help them get fifty pounds of heroin. Caiozza asks if it’s Luciano’s but Luciano can only comprehend one thing at a time and wonders why he’d give up his own stash. Caiozza tries to shake some sense into Luciano by reminding him that he might want to save his own ass. Charlie thinks this might be their offer but Moceri confirms that there is, in fact, no offer. Charlie’s still being all sassy because he read his Wikipedia page and knows what happens, but Caiozza suggests that he might want to start cooperating. Charlie looks like it might finally be getting through. Or he wants Stromboli for lunch. It could go either way with him, he only has two facial expressions.
Gyp’s buffing his nails when Tonino brings in Gillian. She asks if she can have a seat and he “graciously” tells her it’s her house, she doesn’t need permission. Gillian tries to soften Gyp up by saying it must be difficult to be away from his daughters. He’s all “Whuh?” then agrees that “at that age” you miss so much just in a few days. Gillian wonders how old his girls are and Gyp says, and I quote “Sixteen and fourteen. I think.”
Gillian tells Gyp that Tommy’s only six. Gyp thinks he has his whole life ahead of him, not realizing how much life the poor kid already has behind him, and Gillian wistfully admits that she tries to protect him from life’s harsh realities but it hasn’t been easy. Gyp tries to “comfort” her by telling her she’s doing a swell job because, again I quote, “There’s always company around here. Kids love that.” Even shrewd, cunning, “never let them see you sweat,” Gillian is briefly thrown by that level of idiocy and suggests that maybe she and Tommy should leave and let Gyp tend to his business without them underfoot.
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