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taught a lesson about reaching out
around the boss. That ain't how
it's done.
SILVIO
T, I think you are absolutely
right. This fuckin' Johnny Sack
has got no business goin' around
you.
TONY
Let's send a little message of our
own...
INT. MORTON'S COUNTRY INN HOTEL ROOM - DAY
CARMELA and JEFF are lying in bed. CARMELA'S head is on
JEFF'S chest, and he is gently caressing her shoulder and
arm. CARMELA'S face has a look of total satisfaction.
CARMELA
(gushing)
Jeff, that was so wonderful. I
wanna purr!
JEFF
Tell me about it. I'm empty, Gina.
You took it all! I hope you're on
the Pill.
CARMELA
(giggling)
Was I that good? It's been so long
since I had anyone tell me that.
JEFF
What an amazing woman you are.
God, I need more of this. Please,
don't let this be the last time we
get together. I'm serious...
CARMELA
To be honest, I feel a little
guilty.
(beat)
But, not that guilty. Yes, I will
see you again, Jeff!
JEFF
Just say when...
EXT. 116TH STREET STATION, HARLEM - DAY
The boys are waiting for CARL MANGANO to show up. He is 15
minutes late.
AJ
(nervous)
Where is Carl? Call him again,
Petey.
PETEY
Stop acting like a little girl.
He'll be here.
BALLER
Hey! There he is!
The boys turn in the direction BALLER is pointing. A tall,
skinny young man in a hoodie sweatshirt is strutting across
the street. He is dressed like an inner city Black youth.
AJ
(under breath to PETEY)
Damn, is that Carl?
PETEY
Yeah. I guess he turned into a
wigger since he's been living over
here.
CARL MANGANO arrives at the boys' position. He greets them.
CARL
Playas! What's goin' on, ya'll?
PETEY
(annoyed)
Dude, who the fuck are you, Kevin
Federline?
CARL
No dissin' required, baby. Chill,
it's all good here.
(to AJ)
And how is you doin' little Tony?
And who's the brother?
AJ
It's AJ, not Tony. I do my own
thing, my Dad does his. This is my
friend, Baller.
CARL
(looking up and down
BALLER)
That's cool, that's cool. Baller,
huh? You don't look like no baller
to me. Just some rich kid.
(beat)
So, I hear you fellas are
interested in some product.
AJ
Yeah, but I'm not feeling too good
being up here.
CARL
(laughing)
You with me, dawg! Don't even
sweat that shit. I roll with
Johnny Sack and the Lupertazzis.
We run this here place, not the
brothers. Never think otherwise.
When you are with Carl, you are
good to go.
PETEY
(teasing AJ)
I wonder if the brothers here would
like to know the little prince of
the Sopranos was in their midst.
AJ
(extremely nervous)
Shut the fuck up, Dude!
