Meadow sits on her bed and goes through her mail. They're all skinny letters, so they should all be rejections, but this is television, so whatever. The first is from Berkeley. She's in. The second is from NYU. She's in.
Livia is watching an incredibly pornographic infomercial about making homemade sausage when Meadow walks in. Livia says that Janice forgot to lock the front door and that she doesn't trust the new mailman. Meadow says that she got all of her college letters today. "Accepted at Berkeley, accepted at NYU, wait-list Columbia, Penn I didn't make it, Bowdoin I didn't make it, B.U. accepted." Livia asks about Georgetown. Meadow says she was wait-listed there. Livia says she doesn't owe Georgetown anything, and hands Meadow some money. Meadow kisses Livia and thanks her. As she leaves, Livia asks Meadow to lock the door on her way out. She doesn't. Livia goes back to her infomercial just in time to see some chocolate pasta.
Carmela sits in an empty room, staring at her wallpaper. Her phone rings. It's Vic. Andrea Bocelli plays in the background, reminding us what the spring of 2000 sounded like. Vic's in his car, apologizing about earlier. Carm says it was a "crazy thing" and that there's no need to apologize. Vic says he can send Ramon to finish up and he can take a different job farther away and there'd be no charge. Carmela says she wouldn't think of it, and she'd rather he sent Ramon to the other job so the two of them could talk during his lunch break. "Talk." And she could make some food. She starts listing off food in some strange phone sex until Meadow catches Carmela. Carm gets off the phone, and Meadow asks who she was talking to. "It's nothing. It's the wallpaper man."
A song starts playing that must be called "Fucking Cat! Get Off The Piano!" We pan across a living room where Mr. and Mrs. Citizen DeadMan read their respective materials. Mr. DeadMan reads a book (Anarchy: State and Utopia), and Mrs. DeadMan reads the paper. She starts calling out the Lord's name once she reads that the victim in the case has been identified and that he has ties to the Soprano family, and that the murderer may have been a high-up in the Mafia. Mr. DeadMan is already on his feet, cursing the cops for not telling him who he was fingering. He's in the other room, off-camera, as he asks where the phone number is. Mrs. DeadMan screeches, "On the fridge! On the fridge!" You can see the terror in her face. She races off-camera to help him find the number, scolding him for trying to be a hero, and we never see these two actors again. It's an incredibly effective scene, and another reason to love this show.