...and fade up on Livia working a jigsaw puzzle in the living room. Junior, wearing the ugliest outfit ever committed in the name of beige polyester, comes up behind her, and she complains that he scared her to death. But...wouldn't she want that? Anyway, he says he'd have come sooner, but he's having "business headaches like you wouldn't believe." Livia sneers, "Oh, yeah yeah, you and -- the other one! With all your headaches." "Who, Tony?" Junior asks, and he tells her ease up, adding that Tony has "a lot to learn, but he's headed in the right direction." "Where to?" Livia cracks, "Overbrook State Mental Hospital?" Well, they closed Overbrook about thirty years ago, so unless he wants to see the latest in Jersey gang graffiti, I don't think they'd send Tony there, but whatever -- Junior snaps, "What?" Enter Tony, who hails his uncle; Junior laughs indulgently and says to Livia, "You see what a good boy, he comes to visit his mother?" Livia just stares at him, then passive-aggressives that she would invite Junior to stay for dinner, but she doesn't imagine he has time, and she turns to Tony and murmurs, "Junior's very busy these days, with his headaches." Junior says he'll let mother and son "catch up with each other," then tells Tony they should catch a ball game together sometime. After Junior leaves, Livia mutters that "he's so full of himself" since becoming boss that he makes her sick. Tony exhales in an attempt to keep his temper.

As they shuffle into the dining room, Tony asks pointedly if Livia remembers the Alitores. "Who wouldn't?" she says, saying that they moved to Nevada: "They're billionaires now." She calls Rocco "a real go-getter." "Didn't Dad wanna go with 'im?" Tony asks meaningfully. Livia doesn't take the bait: "Your father? Noooo." Tony heard them talking about it, he says -- about how "Dad was gonna do a little thing with" Rocco. Livia says that Rocco "just got him all worked up, that's all," and as Tony comes around to stand in front of her, she snaps, "What is this, with all these questions?" Tony says firmly, "Dad wanted to go with 'im, and you wouldn't let him." "'Let him'? What do you mean?" Livia whines, then demands to know, in a voice steeped in vinegar, of "one time your father didn't do exactly as he wanted." "I don't know," Tony says nastily. "Maybe this was his chance to get out. Dad was no choirboy, but maybe with a little bit a support --" "Oh, Mr. Sensitive now," Livia interrupts in a low voice. "Well, if it bothers you, maybe you better talk to a psychiatrist." Smugly, she pushes past him. He takes her arm: "Whoa -- what're you talkin' about, 'a psychiatrist'?" Livia says innocently that "that's what people do when they're looking for somebody to blame for their life, isn't it?" "You're a real stone player, aren't ya, Ma? You threatened to smother his children." Well, that's not exactly what she said, but anyway, over Livia's objections, Tony goes on, "You know, everybody thought Dad was the ruthless one, but I gotta hand it to ya -- if you'd been born after those feminists, you'd a been the real gangster." He's smiling, but his eyes hate her. She steps forward into his face and sneers, "I don't know what you're talkin' about," and walks off. After a moment, Tony follows her.