After reminiscing with Carmela at the restaurant about what a "character" Livia is, Artie Bucco decides to pay "Mrs. S" a visit at the nursing home. Livia's in full swing, despite busily pretending that she has Alzheimer's. Artie tries to take a trip down memory lane with her, but she's all confused. She thinks his mother is still alive, and even after he tells her she's dead, Livia asks if he'll give his mother Livia's regards. Then she thinks her husband was on the Little League team with Artie, and Artie straightens her out by speaking loudly and gesturing broadly, like, what is she, German? That only works with people who don't speak English, Artie. Artie brought her some duck ragout pasta dish that comes from Northern Italian cuisine. Northern? Yes, Northern. Livia's not thrilled about that and decides to get back at her son for sic-ing this damn chef and his Northern cuisine on her. So she lets it slip that Tony may have lit that fire that burnt Artie's restaurant down, but isn't it great how Artie just lets bygones be bygones and makes lemons into lemonade? Artie is shocked. Shocked! He obviously hasn't been reading the recaps.

Tony meets up with his crew in the back room of the Bada Bing. Nice alliteration there, eh? He tells the boys that it was Junior who planned the hit, and that they'd better strike back before he tries it again. They go down the list of possible hitmen, because, as Christopher puts it, they wouldn't use Boyz II Men like last time and would probably stay inside the family. They decide who the most likely candidate is and plan his long walk off a short pier. Tony wanders off, complaining about his ear. I know they're talking about death and dismemberment, but...c'mon boys, I've seen more intimidating Girl-Scout-cookie strategy meetings.