Tony clomps over to Makazian and demands to know what the fuck he's doing there. Makazian just as rudely asks about the coach, "Who's he?" Tony more or less ignores this and asks if Makazian has something for him, so Makazian tells Tony that not everyone he sees following him "is a Fed"; Mikey Palmice hired a Manhattan private investigator to tail Tony. Tony snorts that Mikey thinks "somebody here's rattin' for the government -- what else is new?" Makazian hands Tony a list of "people whose financial interests intersect with your own," which he got from a friend of his at the Organized Crime Task Force. Tony eyes the list and presses his lips together; Silvio comes up behind him as Makazian takes the list back and says he's still trying to find out if Tony's name has made any lists, but stresses that "they are keeping these indictments very very internal, Tony." He's trying to get more money out of Tony, but Tony isn't biting. Makazian then makes a big show out of having to see Bada Bing's liquor license just in case anyone wonders why he came in there, "for the lie-detector test," and Silvio singsongs at the bartender to show Makazian the liquor license. The bar phone rings; it's Charmaine, calling to screech at Artie. Artie lies that he's shooting pool. Next to the phone, Tony puts his arms around the girl from before and says, "Yeah, I'll rack 'em up for ya." Charmaine henpecks Artie into coming home and helping her paint the trim on the patio, and after he hangs up, Tony and Silvio give Artie shit for not laying down the law with the wife. The coach quasi-regretfully says he has to get home too, but tells the boys in a corn-pone tone of voice that "it's quite the lifestyle you have here, though."