The motel. Tony walks determinedly up the front walk and comes inside to find Silvio and Shlomo arguing. Silvio informs Tony that Shlomo's trying to "pull some bullshit," so Tony snaps at Shlomo, "Hey, ZZ Top -- the guy gave you the get, didn't he?" Shlomo protests that yes, he did, but not because of anything Tony did; Tony scared Ariel by threatening him with castration, so Ariel came to Shlomo on his own and they worked something out, and as a result Shlomo doesn't think he owes Tony the twenty-five percent they'd agreed on. Tony asks Shlomo to "walk with" him, and he slings an arm around Shlomo's shoulders as Shlomo tells him not to worry and tries to give him an envelope of money for his "considerable trouble," but before he can launch into a quote from the Talmud, Tony knocks his hat off and shoves him against the wall, telling him that any deal Shlomo made with Ariel comes out of his end, but they got him the get, and now he'll give them their twenty-five percent and like it. He finishes by shoving Shlomo away from him down the hall and threatening to shove Shlomo's son up Shlomo's ass. Yes, you read that right. Tony and Silvio fold their arms and glower.

Jackie's hospital room. Tony tells Jackie he's got good news; Jackie, distracted, looks at a thermometer. "We're in the motel business -- how d'you like that?" Tony grins; the grin fades when Jackie, who looks truly awful, doesn't answer for a moment, then hands the thermometer to Tony and says, "Read this." "One oh two point seven," Tony says, unconcerned, and hands the thermometer back. Dude, that's a pretty high fever; snap out of it, Tony. Jackie muses that maybe they should take his temperature with "the other machine." Tony doesn't really hear him and keeps rambling on about how Paulie thinks he broke his hand on the guy's head and how they threatened to cut Ariel's dick off, and at the same time Jackie doesn't really hear Tony and mutters something about a digital thermometer and calling a nurse, blah dee blah, and finally Tony acknowledges Jackie's distress by saying impatiently, "Yeah yeah, call 'em," and Jackie rings the call bell and stares dully into the middle distance as an awkward silence falls.

Over at Livia "Depress Your Luck" Soprano's house, Junior helps her hang a picture and mutters, "Poor Jackie." In a tone of undisguised envy, Livia grumbles, "God has his reasons." Junior says sadly that Jackie looks twice as old as Junior does. Livia asks what's really on his mind. Jackie bites out, "This Christopher Moltisanti." Livia, dismayed, asks what about him. Jackie says that Christopher and Brendan slapped him in the face and now "they're hiding behind Tony." Livia says that Tony has always loved Christopher like a son, and so does she: "He put up my storm windows for me one year." Junior stops himself from saying anything else, settling for "good," and hangs a photo of AJ before asking what he should do -- how long should he take it while they humiliate him, "and how far do I go, before I light a match under that hot-headed son of yours?" Livia cedes that "maybe Christopher could use a little talking to, you know...the other one? Filone?" She sits down heavily and shrugs, "I don't know." Junior smiles slowly and points his finger at her, as though that's just what he'd wanted to hear, and tells her, "You've got a lot of sense for an old gal." Livia crabs, "No. I'm a babbling idiot. That's why my son put me in a nursing home." Junior knows there's no arguing with her, so he settles for heaving a sigh.