Meadow's getting to work at her job at the law firm. A couple of co-workers stop by to introduce themselves -- Rafaella Martino and Michael Kardish. They make small talk, Rafaella praising Meadow's credentials to Michael (who wants to tap that). When Rafaella mentions Meadow's work at South Bronx Law Centre: Free Legal Services for Underserved Persons, Meadow begins her obligatory bleeding-heart speech about people being trampled and what-have-you, and Rafaella thankfully cuts her off with a cheery "Welcome to welfare fraud!" She orders up emails from Boxes 44 and 45 for July and August, and Meadow obligingly writes it down. Outside the office, Rafaella tells Michael that she's "Tony Soprano's kid," which is all the excuse Michael needs to turn around and give her the ol' hairy eyeball one more time.

Tony's in his pool lifting weights to...oh, I don't know, blast his quads or whatever. Carmela strolls up, and Tony explains that he's building his lats back up. I totally knew that. She asks whether he talked to the building inspector yet, and he looks embarrassed, and says he forgot. Carmela turns on her heel and stomps off.

Nighttime in the guest house. Finn and Meadow share a joint. Meadow's in her bra. If I'm Finn, I'm making my mob princess girlfriend get fully dressed the second we've finished having sex, especially if we're at the don's house, you know? She's talking about the case she's working on, some guy with phony investment firms or whatever that siphoned off $80 million, and he's out on bail. This is a grave injustice to Meadow when juxtaposed to Johnny Sack's treatment by the feds at his daughter's wedding. Finn points out that "Johnny Macaroni" was indicted for murder. "So they couldn't let him stay fifteen more minutes?" says Meadow. The sound of a car door closing is their signal for Finn to put his pants on. Meadow puts her shirt on, and keeps prattling on about how Johnny Sack's treatment was pure harassment. Finn says Johnny's lucky he was even let out at all, which of course doesn't sit well with Meadow, who bitches that it's fine for white-collar criminals to steal pensions. Finn wants to talk about something else, but Meadow says that they need to resolve this so that they can stop with the "Johnny Macaroni" cracks. Do you guys even like each other at this point? She points out that Finn's part Italian, and Finn says that his dad is completely "deracinated," which, if you're Canadian and speak French, might have made you think, "He's out of root beer?" Finn wants to know why Meadow's picking a fight, which she says she's not, but that he's slamming her family. So they pause for a moment to praise the weed, and Finn quietly tells her that she wasn't there for the "grand inquisition about Vito." Meadow rolls her eyes, both literally and verbally, as a shaken Finn talks about being in the back of a butcher shop with Meadow's so-called uncles, ratting out a guy he doesn't even really know. To be fair, Finn, you could have gotten to know Vito a little better. You could have showed up at the baseball game. Finn asks Meadow what she thinks is going to happen to Vito, for being gay: "And don't give me any of that 'poverty of the mezzogiorno' bullshit. We're in fucking Caldwell, N.J., and you're on your high horse about justice? They are going to mete it out themselves." Go, Finn! He takes another hoot off the joint, and Meadow says, "This is untenable," and stomps out of the room, which is her usual fallback position for an argument she's losing.