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I got on my vest. Where is he? What do you mean you don't know? We don't know what happened to him, Branca. Yeah, she's gonna be all right. You hear anything, you chicks let me know. Capisci? It's Nico. Jesus Christ. The motherfuckers got Jax. Lukich called. She's not dead. She's gonna make it. She was wearing a vest. This was picked up with your mail this morning. They're letting you know if you don't back off... chicks ...they're gonna get to your family. - chicks You've got to do it, Nico. - Tell him, Sara. You know you have to. Listen to her, Nicola. This is your family. Ever notice how clean babies smell, like nothing in the world has touched them? Mom, take him upstairs, will you? Come, Giuliano, we'll go upstairs. Do you know why I love you? What it is about you that I've always loved? It's pride. But, Nico, that pride may kill all of us. Swallow your pride. Choke on it, if you have to. - Lay it down, please. - You know something? There's nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for my family.
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