A car pulls into a parking lot. Focus pull to Tony, smoking a cigar and waiting in the Suburban. Johnny gets into the front seat beside him; he's all fidgety, and Tony waits him out for a moment before asking, "Well, here I am, what is it?" Johnny reminds him that they go back a long way, and they've "come way too far to let it all go to shit." Tony rolls his eyes and tells him, "With all due respect, uh, you wanna go down memory lane, put it in second gear, huh?" Heh. Johnny makes a "yeah, okay" gesture with his head and says he wishes Carmine would "ease off" on the whole Esplanade thing, for his own sake. Tony dryly suggests that Johnny tell Carmine that. Johnny sighs, "He's so easily upset these days…his teeth." Hee. The restaurant thing didn't help either. Tony impatiently reminds him of The Appraiser Incident: "What was I supposed to do? It's on page four of the boss manual, John, Jesus." Hee! Johnny finds that funny too, laughing ruefully that Tony's "preaching to the choir" -- Tony has no idea how many of Carmine's decisions lighten Johnny's pockets. Tony thinks that over, then asks why Johnny's telling him all this. "Because at heart I know you're a pragmatist, as I am. I'm telling you now, Carmine won't bend." Tony, in a "yeah…and?" tone: "And I just told you I won't."