In another subplot, Paulie is cruising down the street in his car, listening to an audio book of Sun-Tuzoo's "The Art of Hoor." Or something like that. Eventually he spots what he's looking for (a Gary La Manna Landscaping truck), and pulls over to check things out. It's interesting to note here that Paulie completely ignores the advice we just heard Sun Tuzoo giving him about knowing when not to fight. When Paulie climbs out of his car, we hear the unmistakable sound of a chainsaw firing up, and for a second there I was convinced they were going to go all Scarface on us. Now, that definitely would have been cool (and upped the body count), but I still like what actually happens even better. Paulie heads over and accosts one of the two gardeners, but he turns out to just be Gary's assistant. Gary himself is about thirty feet up in a nearby tree, using the chainsaw to trim the branches. There's some shouting and bickering, and Paulie insists that Gary is going to make good on Sal's broken arm. When pressed for a reason why Gary should do something like that, the eternally childless Paulie responds, "Because I said so, that's why." Heh. When he fails to get any satisfaction through simple negotiation, Paulie pretends to give up and walk away. What he actually does instead, however, is grab a shovel and use it to brain the assistant. This causes him to drop the rope which is supporting Gary, who promptly tumbles out of the tree and lands in the gutter. Wow. I wouldn't want to be the poor street-sweeper that's going get stuck cleaning up all the bloody curbs in this neighborhood. While Gary writhes in pain on the asphalt, Paulie nonchalantly reaches down and cleans out the guy's wallet. He also announces that Gary will be making good on Sal's medical bills (about $1,200), and that Paulie will be taking a ten percent cut of any future earnings in this neighborhood. Oh, and he's also stealing Gary's lawnmower, which he gleefully rolls across the street and tries to load into the trunk of his car. It's too big for the lid to close, but that's not enough to stop Paulie. He drives off with the thing hanging out of his trunk, leaving Gary to bleed on the pavement while a little old lady watches silently from the sidewalk. How come cool stuff like that never happens in my neighborhood? Oh, yeah. I don't live in New Jersey.