Jason points out to his father that "it's what she gets paid for," and Richard asks, "Jason, how would you like to see your mother -- never mind, I'm not gonna paint any graphic images." "See, he always does that," Jason smirks. Sam urges him to "follow that up, Jase. Dad does what?" Oh, brother. Melfi complains that Richard objects to her treating the patient "on the grounds of [sic] the stigma he brings us." Richard glares at her. Sam says that she should refer the patient to a therapist who specializes in Mafia depression, and giggles at his own joke. Jason stares at him uncomprehendingly. Melfi shoots Richard a worried look. Richard chides Sam that "this isn't funny." "No, of course not," Sam says, composing himself. "It's a real personal and professional dilemma." Then he says that "on my mother's side, we have a few dark sheep." Richard, still not amused: "Excuse me?" "Lepke," Sam says with great portent. Jason looks from one parent to another, then asks, "Who's Lepke?" Sam explains that he means Louis Lepke Buchalter: "You know -- Murder Incorporated?" The whole family stares at Sam as he relates proudly that his mother's uncle used to work as Lepke's driver. Richard grunts, "Huh?" "Those were some tough Jews," Sam chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows. The family keeps giving Sam a collective "whaaaaaaaat?" look.
Christopher's Lexus pulls up across the street from a church, and Christopher jumps out, runs to a Star-Ledger dispenser box, puts in money, yanks out a paper, and leafs through it to find his name. Close-up on the word "Moltisanti." Christopher grins happily, puts in more money, and takes the whole stack of papers out and runs back to the car with it. The song in the background mentions Frank Sinatra, and Christopher peels out of the parking space as we go to credits.