Outside, Junior flounces out of the building; the song that the two of them danced to in Boca plays, and Junior begins to cry too. Then he flounces some more.
Silvio answers his car phone. Tony asks if he's at the house and if Hauser's home; Silvio says "yeah," and Tony tells him, "Fuck it. Walk away. Walk away, don't do it." "Fuck!" Silvio hisses, then says, "Yeah." "Leave it alone," Tony tells him. "All right," Silvio grumbles. "Son of a bitch."
A TV broadcast about the charges against Hauser. Tony, who's well into his cups, raises a highball glass in a toast to the screen as footage rolls of Hauser's perp walk.
A shot of the house at night. Meadow comes out of her room to see Tony, blasted and giggling, reeling around in the foyer below and knocking things over. He grabs Carmela and starts dancing her around unsteadily; she observes that he smells "like Lord Calvert" and tries to get him to settle down, but he heads to the den off of the kitchen. Meadow continues to look on, worried, then turns and heads down the hallway so that she can keep spying on her parents.
In the den, Tony flops on the couch, then rolls off onto the floor and starts tittering again. Carmela asks, "What is with you tonight?" She peels his fingers off of a pill bottle and grumps, "Mixed with alcohol? Oh, that's wonderful. Happy trails," but she doesn't sound that angry. She tries to get up, but he clings to her hand, slurring, "Carmela -- I didn't hurt nobody." She regards him with fond exasperation. Upstairs, Meadow still watches, but affectionately now. Carmela puts a couch pillow under Tony's head, and he slurs that she should call the shrink, "the town's gonna give her a fuckin' bonus," and he starts laughing, then snoring. Carmela stands over him with her hands on her hips. Fade to credits and the Morphine song again, and Sars is out.