Tony and Johnny Sack are hitting the links, and surprisingly, that phrase has nothing to do with sausage. "You know who loved golf?" asks Johnny. "Joey Peeps, may he rest in peace." "Yeah, it's sad when they go young like that," snarks Tony. Heh. Johnny isn't laughing, though. He knows that Little Carmine was behind the hit, because Carmine was fucking the late Lorraine the Loan Shark, and also knew that Peeps was Sack's special protégé. Oy. You know, sometimes I go back reread the words that I type in these recaps, and just can't believe what they're saying. I mean, "Peeps was Sack's special protégé"? In the entire history of the English language, those twenty-seven letters have probably never been arranged even once in that order before today. Tony counsels patience in the matter, and asks if Sack's contacts on the police force have turned up any leads. And they have: some homeless guy saw the killer limping away from the scene. As soon as he hears this, Tony turns away to hide his shock. He tries to hit his next shot, but an onrushing panic attack overcomes him and he ends up slicing it into the trees. Johnny wanders off to find own ball, blathering that Ginny will bawl at the funeral because Joey used to send her a ninety-pound coffee-cake every Christmas, but Tony has already fainted and collapsed back on the tee. It's probably worth noting that Johnny's immediate reaction is one of genuine concern. He helps Tony to his feet and, along with some random golfers, carries Tony over to a bench. He does not, however, bother to put out his cigarette before doing it. Johnny blames Tony's collapse on the rapidly changing weather patterns, and wisely ignores the Random Golfer's suggestion that they "get some electrolytes in him." They finally get Tony settled on the bench, and Gandolfini does an excellent job of looking confused and frightened.