"You want me to suck your dick now baby?" asks the disembodied voice of the Jade Hooker. "Is that what you want, baby?" And so it begins. Tony is lying asleep in his hotel bed, but the voice awakens him enough to roll over and check to see who is beside him. As anyone who's ever watched Six Feet Under can tell you, the only person we can be sure it isn't is the hooker herself. In this case, it's Carmine Sr., and the shock sends Tony scrambling out of bed to crawl across the floor in his boxers. "Tony, I'm so lonely," complains Carmine. "I miss my Violet." "What violin?" shrieks Tony. Heh. He could have just as easily said "What violence?" you know. There are plenty of people out there who would certainly agree with that sentiment. The "Violet" in question, of course, turns out to be Carmine's wife, whom I don't believe we've ever met. "She was everything to me," Carmine wails. "I'm all alone on the other side. It ain't right." I don't think I need to throw in a link for you get the subtext on that one. Carmine turns his attention to the phone, which starts ringing a second later. Tony reluctantly crawls over to answer it, and it's here that his light blue boxers and flabby naked gut almost perfectly create the image of a baby in diapers. "If it's him," says Carmine, "tell him you ain't seen me." "Tell who?" asks Tony. Carmine: "The man upstairs." Rumor has it that the voice on the phone here is actually David Chase's, so I guess the God analogy is appropriate. "We need you to do something," explains the voice. "Our friend. He's gotta go." "No problem," replies Tony. "Don't fuck it up," adds the voice. "It's important." "I know it's important," agrees Tony, and then he slowly hangs up the phone.