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Arrivederci, Mrs. Soprano
By Kate Atkinson
Adriana’s body is found. By some twist of fate, it is Christopher who is going to go down for the crime,
not Silvio, who actually shot her. The FBI decide they have enough of a case against Tony to indict him. Tony tells Carmela the details of his secret bank accounts. Jump forward to the trial. The prosecutor’s closing statement is intercut with scenes of Carmela’s departure. We see Carmela packing, locking the door of her beloved house, climbing
in a cab, and looking through the window at the house with tears running down her cheeks. I would like to see
Carmela doing the opening-credits run on the New Jersey
Turnpike in reverse. She’s going to Newark.
As the jury troops back into court, Carmela is checking
in at the airport. The judge asks the foreman if the jury
has reached a verdict. Cut to Tony’s face, James Gandolfini acting with his doing-nothing-but-doing-everything
face. Cut away to Carmela again just as the foreman opens his mouth to announce the verdict.
Jump forward a day. Carmela’s sitting at a café somewhere warm and obviously foreign. A waiter comes
up to her and, in Italian, asks what he can get her. She replies in self-conscious Italian, aware she’s a foreigner.
The charming waiter asks if she’s American. A whole
mix of emotions on her face: nervousness, fear, but a kind
of optimism as well. Finally, she smiles and says, “Yes,
I’m American.”

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