Tony and Furio in the substitute-mobile outside Bahama Skies. "It's not just Dominic," a.k.a. Ugly Sam Shepard, "that's the problem, it's the wife too," Furio chants, and Tony hands him a baseball bat. This is going to get ugly, I can tell. I'm perceptive like that. They're "having coffee," if you know what I mean (nudge, nudge). Furio sweeps into the whorehouse, smashing everything and everybody, shooting his gun, and dragging Rosie, a.k.a. Asian Hoochie, kicking and screaming into the back. Naked people are streaming out of rooms squealing, and Furio beats Dominic with the bat, smashes Rosie's face, and puts a bullet in Dominic's kneecap. Furio venomously speaks Italian the whole time. I only recognized one word he said, and it was putan' -- whore. He spits on her and takes the money lying on the desk. Meanwhile, Tony's out in the substitute-mobile, smoking a cigar and giggling with glee. His cell phone rings. Melfi! Throughout this whole exchange, we see Melfi wandering around her room with a glass of wine like she's finally scraped up enough nerve to call a boy she likes. It's really strange. She says she has an opening in her schedule tomorrow, should she leave it open for him, hint hint. Tony doesn't bite, however, claiming that he's getting by without it. Lies! He pulls out the wise-old-adage card, "No cure for life," and Melfi responds in her husky, desperate way by telling him to think about it. Tony responds by hanging up on her. Hee. Not good for Tony, but satisfying. Melfi's been such the menopausal schoolgirl this episode and I can't take it.