"He didn't even know I was there," Tony tells Melfi sadly. "It's just him and that fucking cancer." Pause. "It's like he's already gone." "Yes," Melfi whispers. Tony blinks back tears, then says more brightly, "Somebody called me a Frankenstein today." Melfi prompts him to go on, and Tony explains that "this Hasid I'm doing business with...these Hasids, they're out there, you know, but they've got their beliefs. They're not afraid of death. This guy wasn't." Melfi posits that "maybe they have the belief because they are afraid." Tight close-up on Tony as he says he's not afraid of death, "not if it's for something," but in Jackie's case, "to see this strong, beautiful man...just wither away to nothing...he can't do nothin' about it. You can't fight it." Melfi: "Do you envy the Hasids and their beliefs?" Tony says something about "all this shit's for nothing" and blah blah blah what's-the-pointcakes, and Melfi says that that's the mystery of God "or whatever you want to call it," and of why human beings know we're going to die. Heavy, man. Tony puts his hands to his head, sniffles back tears again, and says he doesn't know. Melfi leans forward and asks intensely, "Do you feel like Frankenstein?" Silence. "Like a thing? Lacking humanity, lacking human feelings?" He fixes her with one of his patented skeptical looks. "All Through The Night" fades in over the end of the scene...