On a quiet suburban street somewhere, Vic the Appraiser is, well, appraising. Suddenly, Random Thug #1 and his non-SAG-card-holding associate Random Thug #2 run up and start kicking the crap out of Vic while screaming that he hasn't been returning Carmine's phone calls. "But…but I'm only the appraiser!" wails Vic the Appraiser as they steal his walkman and toss it onto a nearby rooftop. "Now let me appraise [sic] you of this," says RT #1, before explaining that Vic should be ready to start working for Carmine at nine the next morning. Then RT #2 vents his frustration at not getting any lines by kicking Vic down a nearby slope before both Random Thugs walk away. Props to the director, by the way, for framing that shot with Vic's headphones dangling from the roof.
Wing Chun: Yo! What's the problem, here? You don't return my e-mails? What are you, too good for us Canadians? Is that it?
Aaron: No! I just…
Wing Chun: Listen, asshole. You work for me now, understand?
Aaron: But…but, I'm only the recapper!
Wing Chun: Glark, kick his ass.
Aaron: [Scuffle. Scuffle. Thump.] Ow! Hey, no fair using strudy tubes!
Wing Chun: First thing Monday morning, you report to my office. I got back episodes of Providence, Picket Fences, and Crossing Jordan just waiting for you. And I ain't having any of this 8:59 on Sunday shit either, you understand?
Oh, and I know it's unseemly to beg, but can someone who clicked on that "strudy tube" link please please please please please please make like a monster bid? Not only will you be getting my precious autograph (estimated value: fourteen cents Canadian), but you'll also be saving me from the shame and ridicule I'm likely to endure from other recappers if we finish lower than Big Brother. And thus ends my own shameless product-placement.
Here's some happy news: It looks like Wide Guy's promotion to acting capo is holding. He's reporting in to Tony, Silvio, and Paulie about the appraiser situation, and Tony is taking it somewhat better than expected. "It's a bluff," he explains, before adding that New York doesn't want to start a competing operation, and would rather just piggyback on New Jersey's. Speaking of which, would anyone care to hazard a guess at the symbolism of the mural behind Tony, which features a horde of young piglets scrambling for their mother's nipples? There's just so many places you could go with that, and quite frankly, all of them scare me. Paulie wants to settle things with violence, but Tony gets a smug grin on his face as he declares that he's not going to "go ballistic." Then Thin Guy pulls up outside and starts laying on his horn. "You tell him to stop beeping that fucking horn or I'm gonna shove it up his fucking ass!" shouts Tony. There's the impulse control we've come to know and love. Wide Guy and Paulie get up to depart, and Tony takes this opportunity to ask Silvio if he's spoken with Beansie Gaeta down in Miami recently. Paulie, who stopped to wash his hands on the way out, lingers just long enough to hear Tony wonder if Beansie ever runs into Carmine's son down there. Once Paulie is gone, Tony suggests setting up a meet, so that they can get Carmine's son to talk to his old man. Silvio agrees to work on it.