Welcome to Collinwood

Carmela. Look at me.
Look at me for a second.

I like you.
I like you a lot.
I like you too.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- No! Help! Help me!
- Give me the purse!

Somebody help me!
What a shitty way to go, huh?
Snatching a purse like a street punk.

- Something ain't right in the world.
- He had a tough life.

His mother was a whore.
Sorry, I can't go in.
Death scares him.

Excuse me, gentlemen. It's time.
We ain't done nothing to Cosimo
that he ain't done to somebody else.

- Still don't make it right, I guess.
- He was a good friend to me.

What are you talking about?
He was an asshole.

He'd screw his mother
and not think twice.

Watch your mouth.
It's not about him anyway.

It's about the job.
We worked hard for this thing.

This is our dream
we've been building here.

What's your son gonna eat?
Your guilt?

Who'll pay for that wedding reception?
The memory of Cosimo?

You're the poorest man I ever seen.
Did Cosimo ever help you out?

And you. Are you gonna stay
a bum all your life?

This is about the job, plain and simple.
We all need it to survive.

And there ain't a goddamn thing
we can do to change that.