Andrea Angotti: Andy rushes to catch up, her fingers curling in the back of his jacket. "Frankie..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks over his shoulder to her, slowing his walk a little bit. "Hey. Guess we should talk..."

Andrea Angotti: "Hey, guess we should," she says softly, moving up to his side. "I miss you," she adds, voice tiny.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yeah..." He sighs and sticks his hands in his pockets. "C'mon. My car's over here."

Andrea Angotti: She follows, glancing at his hands, her own touching his arm before falling limply to her side.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He makes his way over to the car and comes out with his keys, hitting the auto-locks and opening the passenger door for Andy, holding it open.

Andrea Angotti: She slides in, her hand touching his face very lightly.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He smiles very faintly to the touch, but looks down. Once she's in, he carefully shuts the door and moves around to his side, slipping inside and starting the car up. Heading home.

Andrea Angotti: "We gonna be okay," she asks softly, turning in the seat to stare at him, her gaze intense.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs a little bit as he drives, keeping his attention on the road. "Why'd ya fuckin' do it, Andy?"

Andrea Angotti: "You want the easy answer or the one that scares the hell out of me," she asks softly. "It wasn't like I went there looking for him. I didn't. But he was there and he raged and there were all these people in there and I knew i could change it...And yes, Frankie, I'll admit it...And this part scares the hell out of me. It turned me on. Not him...IT...God, I hate him. You know that."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He nods a little bit, eyes on the road. "Ya couldn't change it, Andy. Not if he was already Ragin'. All ya were gonna do was get yourself killed."

Andrea Angotti: "That's not what I wanted," she whispers softly, tears rising in her eyes.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I know, but..." He pulls out a cigarette and lights it up as he drives. "Doesn't change the fact that it was what woulda happened, Andy."

Andrea Angotti: "I'm sorry. You know that right," she asks, glancing at him, her hand settling very lightly on his thigh.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He nods a little bit. "I know yer sorry, Andy." He's quiet for a moment. "Ya know what really hurts about it, right?"

Andrea Angotti: She swallows hard. "That I'd told you I was trying to change. That's still true, you know."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Not just that. You told me you were tryin' to change...an' then, you did this. An' didn't tell me about it. I found out through the Wiseguy fuckin' grapevine, Andy. Everyone knew before I did."

Andrea Angotti: "Did it ever occur to you that I was ashamed," she asks softly. "And that it made me sick? I just wanted to forget."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "You were hidin' it from me, Andy." He looks over at her, frowning. "No matter what the reason, ya were tryin' to hide it from me, and everyone else in the Wiseguys knew. Ya know what that does to me?" He pulls up to the house, into the driveway, and kills the engine.

Andrea Angotti: "I wasn't hiding it from you!" She blinks at him. "That was the farthest thing from my mind!" Her fingers tighten on his thigh. "Damnit Frankie, I didn't mean to undermine you.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "An' I didn't mean to hurt ya by not showin' up at the hospital. But I did just the same, didn't I?"

Andrea Angotti: "Yeah. Just about broke my heart," she whispers.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs and nods a little. "Yeah. Well, ya undermined me just the same too, Andy. An' it makes me wonder--I'm sorry, but it does--what else I don't know about. Purposeful or not."

Andrea Angotti: "Lets see. You know about Craven and how Nadia's not his. You know about Angelo and the abuse... You know about Dimi. You don't know that after I went to him to get relief...because he could shift. Because I knew I could get off without getting killed...and because I couldn't come home."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He blinks, and his jaw sets at that. "Ya went to...ya waent off to fuckin' Demitri after all-a that?" He shakes his head, anger losing a battle to pain in his eyes, and he looks out the car window, falling silent.

Andrea Angotti: "I don't want to fight, frankie. I just want to let it all go. All of it and move on," she whispers. "I love you. I love you more then anything and that scares the hell outta me...Love isn't something i'm sposed to have I don't think and I do."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs and shakes his head. "I don't wanna fight either, Frankie, I just..." He opens the car door. "I need a fuckin' drink." Out he steps, and the car door is shut as he makes his way to the door.

Andrea Angotti: She climbs out of the car and moves after him quickly, stretching for his hand. "Frankie..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Andy...not right now, please." It's a little bit sharp, and he turns away, opening the door and heading inside, toward the bar.

Andrea Angotti: She shakes her head and moves for the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs and makes his way to the bar, fixing himself a drink. Quiet, the actions keeping him calm, centered. He finishes it up and then quickly downs it. Thinking for a long moment.

Andrea Angotti: The bedroom door closes surprisingly softly and then he hears, faintly, the closet opening, followed by the slow drag of the heavy footlocker she keeps there across the floor.

Andrea Angotti: (and Frankie knows - when he realizes its the foot locker - that inside is her movies...things from before, that she for some reason kept with her. Pictures, stills, VHS tapes...DVD's. )

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He rises slowly and makes his way for the stairs, making his way slowly up them. He takes a deep breath and opens the door, looking inside. Cigarette still pressed between his lips.

Andrea Angotti: She's sitting on the edge of the bed, tears in her eyes as she tears the tape out of the first of the video's. She's crying so hard that there's no sound beyond the frantic inhalations and her fingers are white knuckled.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Andy..." He shakes his head, a deep, sorrowful sigh coming. "Stop it. Please. Please...stop cryin'."

Andrea Angotti: She tosses the tape against the wall and slips off the bed to drag out the photo's, each one more indecent then the last. Her eyes flick up to Frankie's and she catches her breath with a rattle as she begins to shred them two or three at a time. "No...more..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Andy, stop it. Just...fuckin' stop it, okay?" He moves into the room and tries to grab her by the arms and pull her away from her destruction.

Andrea Angotti: "Why?" She stumbles to her feet, body swaying towards his, shaking. "I can't let it take anything else...away. I can't."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs and wraps his arms around her. "Andy...it ain't yer past that tears things away from ya. Tearing all that up ain't gonna take it all away...everything that happened to ya. Everything that ya did."

Andrea Angotti: "But if I can forget, Frankie...If I can just make it all go away, i can be someone different. I know I can," she finishes very softly, clinging to him, her face pressing against his chest.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Andy..." He sighs and kisses her forehead. "Don't forget. Think there's some sayin' about that...forgettin' the past means you'll do it again or somethin'."

Andrea Angotti: "i love you," she whispers softly. "But I"m scared. I'm scared of us, y'know? Of what being with you means....Even though its what I want."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He takes a deep breath and nods. "Yeah, I know...but..." He shakes his head. "I dunno, Andy. Things have gotten really fuckin' complicated, really fuckin' quick."

Andrea Angotti: "How so," she asks softly, pulling back, fear in her eyes.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He lets the breath out in a sigh. "Family business, Andy. Serious family business." He watches her with a careful expression. "Ya remember the whole Sciarri mess Luciano set me on?"

Andrea Angotti: "Vaguely," she says softly, her fingers untucking his shirt so she can touch his skin, needing to feel it. "What's goin on, frankie?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Well...the Don gave control to Capri, Arabella's daughter, but said she needed to get mated or he'd pull support and take it all." He doesn't pull away, just watches her. "There were no options...an' meanwhile...well. Been a little uncomfortable with Tina, that Walker. Think she's been subtlely hittin' up on me, an' I ain't likin' that at all. But unclaimed, I'm fuckin' choiceless, y'know?"

Andrea Angotti: Her jaw tightens briefly and then she blinks, tears sliding down her cheeks. "When do I need to leave?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ya don't." He shakes his head, lips pursing. "I ain't kickin' ya out, Andy. I'm leavin' here. She's got a place...an' I don't want ya to have ta go anywhere, find and scrape for somewhere ta live. That'll just...make ya do what ya don't wanna be doin'. And ya deserve better'n that."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ya an' Nadia both."

Andrea Angotti: "How the hell do you think I can stay here without you?!?" The words start off soft but end up on a wail and its obvious she's breaking.

Andrea Angotti: "Damnit!" Her shoulders shake and she slides to her knees, unable to stay on her feet.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Then sell the place. Use the money to find yerself somethin'." He drops down to a crouch, hands coming to rest on her arms. "Or stay here. But I'm not just gonna kick ya out. Ya...like I said. I care too much about ya for that, y'know?"

Andrea Angotti: "You care too much..." She blinks at him and hitches a hard breath. "I was giving it up for us...For you and me. I wanted...to marry you..."

Andrea Angotti: "Why do you think...I stopped seein Craven? And Demi? It wasn't because I didn't like them or didn't care for them...It was...because sI wanted you."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I know. But ya didn't really stop seein' Demitri, did ya? Or, at least, ya went back ta him. After ya said ya were givin' it all up."

Andrea Angotti: "It was a fuck! IT was a rough, four footed fuck! That's it!"

Andrea Angotti: "Its the first time I've seen him in months!"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He frowns a little, pulling away some. "Yeah. And would you've said the same if I'da gone back to Brigid for a quick fuck?"

Andrea Angotti: "Probably nothing. Its not like it matters, Frankie. You're leaving me," she says softly, voice hollow and empty.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Fuck, Andy." He shakes his head. "Yeah, that's it exactly. I'm just leavin', all on my own. For no reason at all."

Andrea Angotti: "Did I say that," she asks. "The end result is the same, Frankie." She reaches up and catches at his hand, pulling it to her face. "I don't wanna do this. I don't wanna do any of it without ya."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Whaddya want me to say, Andy?" He brushes his hand over her cheek, biting down on his lower lip. "Ya want me to say I'm happy about this? 'cause I ain't. Not by a long shot. I didn't want this. But...not only is this a Family thing, it's a fuckin' survival thing at this point. If the Sciarras go under? I'm fucked. That was my project, an' I don't have the credibility I prob'ly used ta have before, y'know?" He sighs. "I love ya, Andrea. An' I always will. But I can't keep doin' this...an' I can't just roll over an' die."

Andrea Angotti: She closes her eyes and drops her head, body swaying forward into his. "I wanted to be your wife..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I know." He nods and sighs. "I just...I dunno what ta say."

Andrea Angotti: "Nothin you can say," she whispers. "nothin you can do." A pause. "Do you regret it,' she asks, lifting her tear stained face to his, her body shaking.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Do I regret what? You?" He shakes his head. "Fuck no, Andy. Never in a million fuckin' years."

Andrea Angotti: She nods slowly and reaches up to catch his head, dragging his mouth down to hers. "We don't have to stop seeing each other," she murmurs against his mouth.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He blinks as she kisses him, lips pressing tightly against hers, kissing her passionately back.

Andrea Angotti: When the kiss finally breaks she draws a ragged breath. "You don't expect me to just...give up...do you," she asks breathily.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I...well, no..." He pulls back, watching her. "She'd fuckin' kill you, Andy. I mean, seriously. She's a Fullblood."

Andrea Angotti: "And you're mine," she says softly, vehemently.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Andy...just..." He leans back against the bed, looking down. Worry showing on his face for the woman. "I don't wanna see you get hurt..."

Andrea Angotti: "Too late," she whispers, staring at him. "If you...If you don't want to see me again...that's...Its fine."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "No, I don't...I mean, I don't not wanna see ya...dunno." He looks back at her and sighs, smiling sadly. "I never really thought I'd be in this position, y'know?"

Andrea Angotti: "Me either," she says, swallowing hard. "I was...I was trying to figure out how to fix it...Had a lot of time stuck on the couch y'know...And...I kept seeing me and you and Nadia at Christmas Mass and around the tree...Nadia's first real halloween...I'd thought we'd take her trick or treating." she blinks and another volley of tears slide down her cheeks.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs a little bit and nods. "I...yeah." His eyes drops, chewing on his lower lip. "I'm sorry, Andy...I love ya, and I love Nadia. I wish..." He shrugs a little bit.

Andrea Angotti: "Yeah. Me too. Too bad wishes are shit," she murmurs. She stands slowly and then slides up onto the bed. "When are you leaving?"

Andrea Angotti: "Y'know what... I don't want to know. Just come to bed Frankie."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He takes a deep breath and nods. "Kay." He sheds his jacket and rises, pulling Andy with him to their feet, tugging her toward the bed.

Andrea Angotti: She stands with him and her hands go to his shirt, opening it slowly. The motion is familiar, almost ritual and she relaxes slowly as she does it, a soft, vulnerable expression lighting her strong face. "I love you."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He smiles a little bit, warm...banishing the sadness for the time being. Let this be without that. He sets his hands on her sides, travelling them up and down lightly, staring into her eyes. "I love ya too, Andrea."

Andrea Angotti: She nods and kisses him softly as his shirt slips from his shoulders. She, and Nadia would be gone when he woke but for now...Now it was just the two of them.

Andrea Angotti: ((and fade))