Melfi's office. Tony's having "second thoughts" about "this whole thing, this whole arrangement." He complains that he comes there, he tells Melfi things, "and I don't know how safe it is." He keeps looking over his shoulder at the door. Melfi reminds him that she told him the ground rules, and as long as she doesn't hear anything incriminating -- "you don't fucking get it," Tony interrupts her. "Just my being here incriminates me. Somebody sees me, they tell somebody else, all of a sudden I'm a celebrity." Melfi comments mildly that she thought they'd made some progress on Tony's narcissism. Heh. Tony snorts, "Who are you?" and flops back in his chair. Melfi asks why it's important for him to know that, and Tony shoots back that his mother taught him never to answer a question with a question; Melfi observes that Livia taught Tony something after all. Tony says that if he asked Melfi who she talks to, who she trusts "I'd have to take the Fifth," she finishes gently. Tony smirks, "That's cute." Melfi realizes the pun she just made, and she starts laughing and apologizing. She manages to straighten her face, but Tony glowers.
Schoolyard. Adriana strides over to Meadow and Hunter and tells Meadow that Christopher sent her to pick Meadow up. Meadow starts babbling: "Did something happen" blah blah blah "it must be my dad, right" blah blah blah search warrant blah blah blah fishcakes, and she flounces into the front seat. As soon as she closes the door, still blathering on about the FBI, Christopher lurches forward from the back seat, grabs her arm, and roars into her ear, "You told your old man, didn't you?" Meadow bitches that he scared her to death, then spots the neck brace and asks what happened to him. Christopher snarls, "This is me and Adriana movin' to Florida because some crankhead puke couldn't keep her mouth shut." Bwa! "What are you talking about?" Meadow screeches, and Hunter sticks her head in the passenger window and asks, "Seriously -- did Brendan say anything about me?" Yeah, Hunter. Brendan said something about you. He said that your face could scare the paint off a new car. Now shut up already. "Get us out of here, get us out!" Christopher bellows at Adriana, and she peels out of the parking spot while Christopher keeps shaking Meadow's arm and demanding hoarsely, "What did you tell your old man?" She squalls that Christopher is insane, if she told Tony he'd have her "beaten up," and Christopher shakes her some more and yells, "Don't you! Get it! This is serious!" and Adriana squeals through the parking lot and screeches to a stop, and Meadow wails, "Let go of me!" and Adriana tells Christopher to "stop this shit," and Meadow half-sobs that Tony is worried about Christopher: "He's been asking where you've been, you asshole." "I'm sorry if I hurt you," Christopher says quietly. "I hate my life -- being a Soprano," Meadow whines. Christopher tells her never to say that she hates life: "That's blasphemy." "Fuck you," Meadow snaps, and although Adriana raises an eyebrow at her, for once I'm with Meadow; shut up, Christopher. Christopher offers to buy Meadow a Happy Meal to make it up to her; Adriana makes a snide comment.