Christopher's apartment. He's in front of the laptop again. Another shot of screenplay dialogue, again with horrendous misspellings. The phone rings, and he grabs it; it's Tony, telling him to "get down here right away, we're exterminatin'." In the background, the other guys shoot pool. Christopher whines that he's "kinda busy now," but Tony talks right over him, telling him to pick up sfogliatell' and cannoli "for the guys." "Yeah," Christopher sighs. He hangs up. He throws something.
Bakery. Christopher comes in and takes a little paper number. The counter guy calls out, "Twenty-nine?" and a little old lady walks up. Time-lapse of Christopher drumming his fingers and waiting. Finally, he approaches the counter as a fat guy enters the bakery and starts to order, but the counter guy ignores Christopher and hails the fat guy and offers to take his order. Christopher objects; Counter Guy says Fat Guy "was in line -- he just went to get gas in his car." Christopher complains. Counter Guy "said [Fat Guy] could" jump the line. Christopher tells "Pop'n Fresh" (heh) that he's in "no fuckin' mood," and orders him to get a pastry box and take Christopher's order. Counter Guy stares at him, then asks Fat Guy for his order again. Christopher threatens Counter Guy, Counter Guy says "fuck you" to Christopher, blah dee blah -- long story short, Christopher kicks Fat Guy out of the store and takes out a gun and demands to know if Counter Guy thinks that he "looks like a pussy" or that he's "nothin' to worry about." Counter Guy, terrified by this Dubuque-sized projection of Christopher's insecurities, says that he doesn't think that. Christopher orders him to get a pastry box -- firing a shot into the floor when Counter Guy doesn't move fast enough -- and fill it with cannoli, sfogliatell', and napoleons. Nearly in tears, Counter Guy follows orders. Christopher fires another shot at Counter Guy's feet. Counter Guy, panting with fear, hands over the box, and Christopher takes it and warns him, "Next time you see my face, show some respect." Counter Guy says he will. Christopher shoots him in the foot, and Counter Guy drops and starts shrieking at Christopher, and Christopher tells him, "Shit happens," turns the sign on the bakery's front door back to "OPEN," and leaves.
Pussy lines up a shot and grouses, "If I'm getting an invitation to the dance, I wish the Feds'd hurry the fuck up about it." "You heard what they're sayin' on the news," Tony snaps. "The way things are workin', it's gonna be Junior's party." Silvio compliments Tony on his "far-thinkin' plan." Christopher storms in with the baked goods. Tony bites off that he called Christopher "last Christmas." Christopher hurls the box onto the table: "Fuck this!" Paulie yells at him for bruising the sfogliatell' and snatches up the box; Silvio asks Christopher what's wrong with him: "You brought up in a barn or what?" Tony puts a hand on the back of Christopher's head and tells him that it's not a good time "to go on the rag, not with the indictment shit goin' down." Oh, that's nice. Tony tells him to go with Georgie and sweep the bathroom for bugs. He walks off; Tony and Paulie watch him intently.