Satriale's. In front of the store, Tony, Junior, Johnny Sack, and Hesh all sit in the sun. Tony makes a big show of saying that, with all due respect, he doesn't think Johnny should tell Junior how to run the family. Johnny in turn makes a big show of saying that he would never do such a thing, or he wouldn't see the Statue of Liberty again. Junior accepts these accolades with a small self-satisfied smile. Johnny says that Hesh is a friend of New York's as well as of Tony's, so "somebody has to step in so he doesn't get fucked." "I never said 'fucked,'" Hesh corrects him. Tony tells him, barely keeping the wink-wink out of his voice, that he's hurt Hesh didn't come to him first instead of "airing your dirty laundry in public." Hesh plays his part, grumping that Junior knew how he felt: "How would it look if I went to you after I spoke to him?" Johnny calls that a good point; Junior sips his drink and tries to look regal, but with that white driving cap on, he just looks kind of silly. Johnny asks, "Bottom line is, what're we gonna do about this?" Junior shoots Tony a quick appraising stare, then says that something tells him Johnny has a suggestion. Johnny tells Junior that "if there're any flies on you, they're payin' fuckin' rent." Everyone laughs dutifully except Junior, who laughs regally. Johnny observes hesitantly that five hundred in back taxes seems a bit steep. Junior looks dyspeptic. Johnny says he's got no problem with the two points, because that affects Tony as much as it does Hesh, and Tony makes an "I've got no problem with it either" gesture towards Junior. Junior says he's not out to hurt anyone or get in the way of their earning, and offers one-and-a-half on the shy and three hundred grand on the back tax. "Two fifty," Hesh says quickly. An awkward silence while everyone stares at Junior to see how he'll take it. Finally, he mock-complains, "What'd I tell ya? Hold onto your cock when you negotiate with these desert people." Everyone laughs in relief, and they shake on it.