Tony pays a visit to Fran at her house, which has apparently been trapped in some sort of shagadelic, Austin Power-esque, 1960s time warp. While she fusses around making coffee, Tony checks out the pictures on her countertop. I gotta say, Polly Bergen -- like Nancy Marchand -- was quite a babe back in the day. Tony, however, is more interested in a picture of Fran's son, who looks exactly like Harry Potter. Tony's not much of a Quidditch fan, though, and what really grabs his attention is the dog that also appears in the picture. Fran starts babbling about her son, whose name is Bruce, and who "met an Israeli girl," and now works as a "food-service director for El-Al." Heh. I've flown El-Al, and that food could definitely use some direction. Then again, given this show's well-known flight-attendant fetish, I wonder what Tony would say if he knew that El-Al stewardesses frequently serve beverages while strapped with a sidearm. He'd probably get pretty turned on, to be honest. But that's not important right now, because Tony has definitely recognized the dog in the photo as the late, lamented Tippy. "That's my fucking dog!" he shouts, before calming himself. "Excuse me, I'm sorry. This was my dog. His name was Tippy." Fran confirms that the dog was a gift from Johnny, but tries to console Tony by telling how much Bruce really loved "Freckles." "He had him for almost ten years, until he moved to Tel Aviv. Then I had to put him to sleep." Hee hee. I have no idea why, but that's definitely got my vote as the funniest line of the season so far.

Blissfully unaware of the impact this news has had on Tony, Fran changes the subject by pulling out a box of old photos featuring her and Johnny. Tony paws through the stack, coming across one of the two them standing alongside Young Hesh and a very attractive black girl. Some things never change, I guess. Fran, however, isn't quite the Hesh fan that I am. "He was a whoremaster," she spits. "And cheap." And that's why I love him. "You know, he screwed me out of my retirement money," she continues. "Against your dad's wishes, by the way." Tony demands details, and Fran plays coy for all of two seconds before spilling the story: Johnny, Hesh, and Phil Leotardo all bought a racetrack together, and Johnny had promised Fran that his share of the track would go to her after he died. But when she called up Hesh after the funeral, he simply gave her $500 and sent her packing. Tony immediately goes into avenging-angel mode, and promises to look into the situation. Fran doth protest too much for a moment or two, and then Tony suggests that they go for a nice little drive after dinner.