AJ comes into Meadow's room; she nags him to take his shoes off first, and after shucking them off, he comes to sit on her bed and confides that he nearly got in a fight with Jeremy Piocosta that day. "I take French with his brother, he's such a poser," Meadow says comfortingly. I must say, I don't hate Meadow in this episode. Then again, she's barely in it. AJ explains what happened -- that Jeremy backed out of the fight, and when that other kid said sarcastically that Jeremy's real scared of AJ and AJ asked what that meant, everyone laughed. "Duh," Meadow prompts him, but AJ still doesn't get it, so Meadow asks him, "What do you think Dad does for a living?" "Waste management," AJ says, but Meadow says, "Do you know any other garbagemen who live in a house like this?" "Uncle Jackie," AJ says in a so-what tone of voice. Meadow asks AJ to think about why they call him Uncle Jackie "when he's not even related." AJ doesn't have an answer, so Meadow tells him, "He's in Dad's 'other family.'" AJ still looks blank. Meadow calls him over to her computer and brings up a Web page called "Megabytes Of Bad Guy" (M.O.B. -- geddit?); the site has a picture of John Gotti on the front and a bullet-hole background. Meadow says she'll print it out for AJ. AJ looks horrified as Meadow scrolls through the pages. Moment of truth? Check.
Melfi comes to Mark's front door. After peeking all paranoid through the curtains, Mark finally answers the door; Melfi arranges her cleavage artfully and tells him with a bright smile that she "tried calling." Mark, sporting a wicked shiner, says the phone's off the hook and invites Melfi in. Before he shuts the door, he checks the front yard. "I guess we won't be going to dinner," Melfi jokes, and Mark confesses that he's worried and he thinks he's losing it; a guy gave him a look at the donut shop that morning, and he started freaking out. Melfi sits on the arm of the sofa and strokes his back, telling him that he's "been through a very traumatic experience," and he admits that he's afraid to go outside: "I've got this crazy idea that I'm being followed." Melfi looks concerned as Mark begins to blabber on about The Doors and "People Are Strange" and Jim Morrison dying in the bathtub at age 27, and she suggests he see a PTSD specialist. Good idea; that movie sucked serious ass. Oh, she means his attack. Got it. When he asks her if she couldn't prescribe something, she snorts, "I'm your date, not your doctor," and Mark blithers, "Yeah, right, yeah."