In his room, AJ reads M.O.B. printouts, then crawls sadly under the covers and stares at a photo beside his bed of himself and Tony and a big fish. Then he turns out the light, and bars of light and dark from the blinds fall across the photo. Oooooh, symbolism.
Tony VOs that he saw his first dead body when he was fifteen or sixteen. We cut to Melfi's office, and Melfi spacing out while Tony talks. Tony notices and asks if she's okay, and she says she guesses she's had a sheltered existence. "How so?" She says she's in her office ten hours a day and she's lost touch with the rage in American society, "the casual violence." "Your voice is all tight," Tony tells her, pleased with himself for having caught that. After thinking it over for a moment, Melfi shares the fact that a friend of hers got beaten up; when he hears the part about a police officer doing the beating, Tony's eyes narrow, but he says in a tone of casual interest, "Oh yeah?" Melfi goes on to say that the cop seemed crazy or drunk and raved on about prime rib and hamburger: "It was surreal." The mention of prime rib confirms for Tony that she must mean Makazian, and he mutters under his breath, "Fucking moron." Not far enough under his breath, though; Tony looks up to see Melfi staring at him like a deer in the headlights, and he quickly covers by chuckling that it, you know, sounds like the guy's a fucking moron. Melfi accepts this, adding that Mark is filing suit against the city and that the incident ruined her relationship with him. "I'm sorry," Tony grunts. Melfi sighs that it's not Tony's fault. Then she apologizes for veering off-topic, calling it "very unprofessional," and Tony says he understands: "You had your wits scared outta you." She doesn't notice this slip-up -- after all, he'd have no way of knowing she even witnessed the attack -- and asks if the Xanax is working. Tony says he hasn't had any more panic attacks. "But you still have your doubts?" "About therapy? No no no. I'm giving it another chance. A lot of good ideas here," and he smiles, clearly thinking of the Junior situation. Melfi looks confused but nods, "Okay."
Jackie's funeral. Silvio wants to know why it's a good idea to make Junior the boss, and Tony tells Silvio to look at Junior, "he's content" and he thinks he's the shit, so they should just let him keep thinking that. "I'm still worried about the money end," Johnny Bravo mutters. "'Cause that's what you do, you worry," Tony snides. Tony reminds everyone that Junior's happy, he's got the title even though Tony runs the show, and "the house is secure." Silvio refers to "a brand-new lightning rod on top to take the hits," and Hesh nods, "Smart, very smart." Larry Boy says that now Tony has Bloomfield and the union chair as well, and Tony jokes that if he didn't, Larry would fuck him but not respect him in the morning, and everybody laughs. Okay, whatever. The boys watch other associates paying their respects to Junior, who can't stop smiling although he's seated beside Rosalie Aprile and should really make a more concerted effort to look sad. Johnny Bravo grumbles that Tony had better keep the old man in line, and Tony chides him, "Hey, I still love that man. I'm his favorite nephew. Look at him, over there with my ma. Those people went through World War II." Uh. Okay.