Establishing shot of a cheap-looking motel off a turnpike somewhere. The door opens, and Melfi and a patient emerge. He asks when her office will be ready. She says the carpet still isn't in, and he seems to buy it. She goes back into the room, and the phone rings. It's Tony. He tells her that it's safe to go back to her office now. She wants to know how he got the number, and asks if he's watching her. She hangs up and rushes outside, but there doesn't seem to be anyone there.

Across town, Christopher is asleep at his desk in some stockbroker's office. There's about two dozen brokers outside his door, making cold calls to try and sell a stock that I've decided to spell W-A-B-I-S-T-I-X. That's a total guess, though. It's also fun to let your mind run with the possibilities as to what a company named "Wabistix" might produce. Right now I'm leaning towards some sort of a cracker-based snack product, but my friend swears it sounds like some kind of internet porn site. Adrianna comes in, and wakes Chris up with "So E.F., I'm listening." Raise your hand if you're old enough to get that reference. That's what I thought. Adrianna convinces Chris to take the day off and go out to the shore. Chris puts the Monkey Boys in charge and heads off. One of the brokers refers to Wabistix as the next Yahoo, which I guess shoots down my cracker theory. On the other hand, Yahoo does sound like it could be a porn site (Note to Yahoo's lawyers: No, it doesn't). Then the Monkey Boys catch one of the brokers offering a stock besides Wabistix and proceed to beat the crap out him right there at his desk. Sars's "who's your boss?" thing is starting to look pretty good right about now. Monkey Boy From A Bronx Tale asks, "Anyone else got a problem with Wabistix?" Yeah -- how the hell do you spell it?