Melfi points out that genetic predispositions "are only that: predispositions," and it's not written in stone: "People have choices." Tony says mockingly, "She finally offers an opinion," but Melfi takes it with good humor, asking whether he thinks that everything is preordained and human beings don't have free will. "How come I'm not makin' fuckin' pots in Peru?" he asks. "You're born to this shit. You are what you are." Melfi repeats that, within that range, people have choices: "This is America." She smiles. "Right. America," Tony snorts, but he smiles too.

Flashback to Tony wandering downstairs, sock monkey under his arm. Aw. He hears Johnny and Livia arguing; Johnny is trying to sell her on some idea for "a new book" Rocco is starting up in Las Vegas, and Livia is making her customary spiteful comments, and Johnny sneers, "Aw, what do you know about it? You're scared of your own shadow!" He tries again to get her excited about the idea, saying that Rocco's starting a supper club "out there" and he wants Johnny to run it, but Livia shoots him down with, "A supper club? Are you drunk?" Johnny curses her out and calls her a "fuckin' albacore around my neck, every time I try to do something!" He grabs his jacket and makes to leave, saying that he and the kids can go without her, and as Tony watches fearfully from behind a table, Livia screams that she'd "rather smother them with a pillow than take them to Nevada!" "Always with the drama!" Johnny yells. Freeze frame on a petrified Tony, then white-out...