. . . and then we cut back to Tony saying to Melfi, "Look, this isn't gonna work, I can't talk about my personal life." Read: he doesn't want to admit to her that he has a skanky Russian mistress. But I've gotten ahead of myself. Melfi guides him back to the subject of the day he collapsed. Tony says he drove to work with his nephew, Christopher, that day.
Interior of a luxury sedan. Tony's in the passenger seat; Christopher "Dance, Spider! Dance!" Moltisanti is driving. ["Funny, I would have nicknamed him 'Christopher "The Dreamlife of Sars" Moltisanti.' (Tee hee!)" -- Wing Chun, age four] ["Don't make me come over there." -- Sars] Tony explains in voice-over that Christopher's "learning the business," and that "he's an example of what I was talkin' about before." In the car, Tony asks if Christopher called someone or other about some contract. Christopher didn't -- he got in too late last night, he felt nauseous this morning, excusecakes. "Bear in mind," Tony VO says, "this is a kid who just bought himself a sixty-thousand-dollar Lexus." The car passes a Route 4 ramp; then Christopher spots a guy named Mahaffey and points him out to Tony, who smiles evilly and tells him to back up, and they follow the guy.
Melfi's office; Tony explains that "there was this issue of an outstanding loan," but Melfi stops him and says that, although she doesn't know "where this story is going," she'd like to lay out "some ethical ground rules." Tony nods, so she continues a bit nervously that anything he says in her office falls under the purview of doctor-patient-confidentiality . . . but if, say, she heard about a murder about to take place…not that she thinks he'd tell her anything like that, of course…but if he did, she'd have to notify the authorities…"technically." Tony peers at her. "You said you were in waste management," Melfi reminds him. Tony sort of shrugs. Melfi leads the witness by saying that Dr. Cusamano isn't just Tony's family doctor, "he's also your next-door neighbor. See what I'm saying?" Tony stares at her dourly. Melfi says quickly that she doesn't know "what happened with this fellow -- I'm just saying." Heh. Tony tells her condescendingly that nothing happened: "We had coffee."
Cut to Mahaffey dropping his take-out coffee tray as Christopher jumps out of the car and chases after him to the accompaniment of a doo-wop song. He catches up to Mahaffey, but after a short scuffle, Mahaffey -- a bald, suit-wearing type -- gives Christopher this really weird place-kicker-type boot in the goolies and takes off again. Tony groans, "Ah, shit," and climbs into the driver's seat to tail Mahaffey in the car while Christopher kneels on the ground, clutching his jewels. As Mahaffey dashes through a corporate campus of some kind, Tony trails him in the Lexus, nearly running over a couple of pedestrians, and Christopher yells at Tony to wait up as Tony careens over a footpath, grinning like a kid, and finally he winds up running Mahaffey down. He gets out of the car as Mahaffey lies on the grass, whimpering and holding his leg, and goes to stand over Mahaffey and pretends to show concern over Mahaffey's possibly broken leg, and Mahaffey moans about the bone sticking out, and then Tony punches Mahaffey in the groin and yells, "I'll give you a fucking bone, you prick! Where's my fucking money?" and punches Mahaffey in the face a few times, and I've got to give props to the Foley guys, because every time Tony lands one on Mahaffey's face, it sounds like a bag of mashed potatoes getting dropped out of a fifth-floor window.