Makazian's car. His partner wants to know, "Why are we following these people?" Apparently, Melfi and her friend had a meal and went to a movie and stopped at a package store, Makazian lies that the same make and model of car left the scene of a triple homicide on Long Island, blah dee blah blah blah. In the other car, Melfi and her date -- a total Hey, It's That Guy! named Mark Blum who played Rosanna Arquette's husband in Desperately Seeking Susan, and I can't tell you how long it took me to remember that, and how proud I felt when I came up with it after rummaging around in my brain for twenty minutes, and yes, I know it's pathetic -- share inane flirtation on the subject of the men's movement. Fortunately, Makazian's siren cuts it short. Makazian, who seems to have one tied quite firmly on, swaggers up to the window and asks for Mark's license and registration. He gives Mark guff for crossing the double line and makes him get out of the car and do the drunk-driving test; Mark protests politely. Makazian orders him to open the trunk. Mark, a lawyer, asks snidely if Makazian has ever heard of something called probable cause, and Makazian makes a hand gesture in Mark's face, and when Mark swats Makazian's hand away, Makazian says, "Ooh, resisting arrest," and punches Mark in the stomach. "Hey!" yells Melfi from the front seat as Mark crumples to the ground and Makazian starts kicking him viciously.
Makazian's partner tells him to "fucking cool it," and Melfi comes bombing out of the car, yelling, "He can't do that! He didn't do anything wrong!" The partner herds her back into the car as Makazian keeps booting Mark in the ribs. Then Makazian stomps on Mark's ribcage on his way back to the cruiser and orders his partner to bring Mark in for DUI, resisting arrest, and assaulting an officer; the partner doesn't want to, but Makazian booms, "Do it!" so the guy does it. Melfi gets out of the car again while Makazian opens the trunk; when she gets to the back of the car, he makes a move toward her, and she backs away, threatening, "Don't you touch me," and Makazian leers, "You got prime rib at home! Don't be goin' out for hamburgers!" "What? What are you talking about?" The partner hauls a bloodied Mark to the cruiser. Melfi calls after him that she'll follow him to the station in his car, and tells Makazian she's going to call her lawyer, "you fuck, you!"
Next day. Makazian reports on his findings to Tony. Mark's a lawyer; he's divorced, two kids; he's "the country-club type." "What about her?" Melfi gets in at eight, leaves at six, has a tuna sub and a diet Coke for lunch, lives in Essex Fells and shops at Pathmark, divorced with one kid, so on and so forth: "Outside of schmucko, she don't get out much, but she does see a shrink." Tony doesn't believe it, but Makazian confirms it -- Elliot Kupferberg, once a week. Tony grumbles; Makazian adds that Melfi leaves her blinds open, so he took some "Victoria's Secret-type snaps" of Melfi, "if you're interested." Ew. Tony glares at him. "Good enough, then?" Makazian asks. Tony shrugs yes, and after some more sniping about Makazian's gambling habit, Tony leaves.