Das Sopranohaus. Tony goes strutting through the back yard, swigging a beer and puffing on a cigar, until he's suddenly brought up short by the sight of his now empty pool. Carmela is out on the patio as well, putting plastic covers over the chairs to prevent them from ever again being sullied by the touch of Artie Bucco's naked skin, and she explains her decision to drain the pool thusly: "The electricity cost a fortune. I can't afford that. You're the only one who uses it." Tony is furious, and he moves to get right into Carmela's face. She doesn't back away at all, although her expression does display at least a little nervousness. And then Figgis cuts us to an extreme low-angle shot from the bottom of the pool, which does manage to heighten the suspense around whether Tony is going to kill her and throw her body in there, but also has the somewhat negative effect of shrinking him to the point where he bears a disconcerting resemblance to Fred Flintstone. "I thought we were getting along much better!" he shouts. "Yabba-dabba-motherfucking-do!" Carmela chews him out for "polluting" all the decent divorce lawyers in New Jersey (and are we really supposed to believe there are only eight in the entire state?), and then claims that Tony was "begging" for a divorce "in a million different ways." That's actually a significant change of tune for her, because if it's now Tony who wanted the divorce in her mind, it'll be ever so much easier for her to rationalize things when she finally decides to take him back.

Tony and Carmela move inside, Carmela taking up her usual position behind the kitchen counter, and Tony struggling for like three hours to pull on a pair of sweatpants. After several loud sighs, he joins her in the kitchen, and attempts some tactical diplomacy by changing the subject to their daughter's impending nuptials. They agree to remain civil long enough to throw an engagement party, and then Carmela worries that Meadow is just too young to get married. "They're the same age we were," answers Tony. Then he puts his hand on Carmela's, and wistfully recollects that "it wasn't all bad." Carmela says nothing, however, and just carries her laundry basket out of the room.