Pan down to Tony and Carmela, in bed. She's asleep. He's tossing and turning. Finally, he gets up and heads downstairs to watch Public Enemy again. The scene features two siblings, essentially arguing over who loves their mother more. Mom, of course, loves them both, even the one in the mob. Tony obviously takes great comfort from this, because he laughs himself to sleep.

Next morning. The FBI guys are outside in the van, listening to Tony walk around and whistle. Inside the house, Ralph Cifaretto (aka Joey "Pants" Pantoliano, a.k.a. Guido the killer pimp, Cesar the killer money launderer, Eddie the killer bounty hunter, Cipher the killer, er, you get the idea) arrives, trailing his crew. He hugs Tony and says, "We lost our mom last year." Tony, of course, responds with, "What are you gonna do?" which leads to one of Ralph's crew saying, "At least she didn't suffer." Tony asks to see Ralph and another guy out by the pool, and as they walk out, Janice shows up and starts wailing in grief. They ignore her and leave.

Out back, Tony tears into them for the whole garbage bombing thing. Joey Pants tries to explain that his crew is in line for a garbage contract, but Tony interrupts to remind him that it's not his crew, and he'll "be a captain when [Tony] says he's a captain." Pants snarks back, "And I'll be sure to turn up my hearing aid, so I don't miss it." Joe, man, I love your work, but the hair…what is up with the hair? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss the Livia-bot. Joe explains that the county supervisor has been threatening to go to the EPA and bust them, and Tony orders them to fix the situation, but with "No. More. Fires." Cut back to the FBI van, where the basement bug is turning up nothing but AJ calling a friend.

George Lucas: I can try and fix that hair with the computers, you know.
David Chase: That's okay. I kinda like it.
George Lucas: If you want, we could even give him horns, or maybe a couple of big tentacles or something. Ooh, and how about a cute little pet dinosaur for AJ?
David Chase: Step away from the script there, buddy. You got your own franchise to ruin.