And in walks Frankie "Goes to Hollywood" Spitz, followed by none other than Mitch "A.D. Skinner" Pileggi. "Very different," says older Russian mob guy, which really isn't much of a punchline. Then he asks Skinner how he can be sure it's really him. Frankie gets all "'cause I say so" on him, but Skinner holds up his hand to silence him, then lowers it and starts fiddling with his wedding band, mainly to show us that the back of his hand is scarred. He tells "Mischa" he'll just have to take his word for it. Mischa asks Skinner to excuse his caution: "The Albert Hawke who stands before me now is not the same Albert Hawke I once knew." No kidding. Skinner, or I guess "Hawke," points out that the Hawke Mischa once knew was a bitter rival of the Petrov family, but now wants to discuss a merger. You'd think that would only make Mischa more nervous, but instead he starts laughing and bellows, "Come! Drink!" in the stereotypical hale-and-hearty way of Eastern European crime lords. They all toast and drink.

Watching the festivities through a skylight is Helena, who says, "This guy pulled a total Michael Jackson," which could be the meanest thing anybody has ever said about anyone. I mean, it's not like Hawke's nose is falling off or anything. Maybe later he'll dangle Jesse off a hotel balcony. From the Clocktower, Barbara, who's doing sit-ups with her feet strapped into some sort of upside-down apparatus, says, "You sure it's him?" "One and the same," says Helena, except not once does this show make even a half-assed attempt to explain why everyone's so sure this guy is Hawke. He's taller than the old Hawke. He doesn't sound anything like the old Hawke, either in the timbre of his voice or the old Hawke's platitude-spewing manner of speaking. But since we're being asked to accept this as Hawke, fine. It's Hawke. Helena says it's no wonder they weren't able to find him, while Barbara says the scarring from the explosion probably put him "halfway there," while surgeons did the rest. Well, other than the back of his left hand, apparently. Maybe the surgeons left that scarred patch as a stern reminder to Hawke. Barbara asks how many "goons" Helena will have to go through to get Hawke. "Five, including our old pal Frankie Spitz," says Helena, who then starts talking in that contrived reflective manner television characters use when the writers need to drop a little exposition on us. To wit: "Spitz walks away on a technicality, Hawke escapes police custody," she says. It's the kind of dialogue that always makes me wish the other character would -- just once -- say, "I know this. Why are you telling me this? Why are you talking like that?" Helena adds, "I should just start killing them," and it was at this point that I started to cry, three minutes into the show, since the writers are taking us down the old "to kill or not to kill" road again. "How 'bout you just stick to the snatch-and-grab and put Hawke back in jail?" says Barbara. Hee! "Snatch." Okay, so I'm twelve. And maybe Helena should shut up for two seconds so she can pay attention to what's going on in this meeting, since an argument erupts over who contacted whom for the meeting, since both Hawke and Mischa thought the other guy called the meeting.