Hesh's farm. Tony tells Hesh that Junior took the $250,000 in back taxes from Hesh and divided it among the top five guys. "Smart move," Hesh says. "Your uncle may turn out to be another Harry Truman." Tony asks what that means, and Hesh says Truman had "a big job thrust upon him" that he didn't want, but in the end he made "some pretty wise decisions," so Junior might grow into his job the same way. Tony hopes so, because he doesn't want the job himself; it gave Jackie cancer, he couldn't take the stress, "fuck it, who needs it," blah bling blah. Hesh studies him but says nothing. Slo-mo shot of the horses. "It's nice here," Tony says. Hesh says he hates the smell, and the shit and the flies everywhere, but he likes to watch the horses run around. "I envy them," Tony says -- they don't have to deal with bills, headaches, family, questions, guilt, and so on. Hesh eyes him warily. Tony catches himself: "I don't know what the fuck I'm talkin' about!" They both laugh. Hesh confirms that Junior plans to spread Hesh's gambling money around. Tony nods, "Yeah." "Five bosses, fifty a pop -- not a bad day's pay," Hesh remarks, obviously fishing for something. Tony nods again, but says, "Still, I wish it wasn't your money…I feel terrible." Hesh peers at him again. They stare at each other until Tony starts laughing and says, "You old fuckin' Jew," and he hands Hesh a wad of cash: "Here's my share." He asks if Hesh really thought Tony would take his cut. "Never entered my mind," Hesh says dryly. How, uh, heartwarming…I guess.

Tony sits on a chaise by the pool. Carmela comes out and sits beside him; in the light by the pool, she looks twenty years younger (although she really shouldn't wear orange). Tony tells her there's nothing "there" with Dr. Melfi, and Carmela says he doesn't have to explain. "This psychiatrist shit," he complains, "apparently what you're feelin' is not what you're feelin', and what you're not feelin' is your real agenda." Carmela leans over out of nowhere and kisses him on the lips. Tony gazes at her tenderly. "You're gonna stick with it, right?" she asks. "I dunno," he mumbles. Carmela thinks he should. "You do?" "Uh huh," she says, then admits, "I was jealous." No…really? Tony says he should have told her, but she interrupts that he should let her finish; she did a lot of thinking, and she realized that "I was jealous of her ability to help you, to be a sort of salvation for you." She says she talked to Father Phil, and she wants to be that woman in Tony's life. Tony tells her with tears in his voice, "Carm, you're not just in my life. You are my life." Carmela ponders this. Tony kisses her and strokes her hair. They look into each other's eyes.