Back inside, Carmela catches Cousin Brian on the way out the door. She notices the drill, and asks if he's doing any work on the house. For the record, Cousin Brian is an incredibly bad liar. "Yeah, you know, uh, I'm sinking some anchors for, uh, a wall mirror," he says. "And then I'm building a guest house so Foreshadowing can come over and hang out with all my new mob buddies."

Boy, Johnny Sack really loves this restaurant by the Brooklyn Bridge, doesn't he? They must give Ginny extra portions when he brings her there or something. Anyway, he's meeting with Paulie in person this time, but the conversation is basically the same. Paulie complains about Tony, while Johnny nods and smiles a lot. "Fuckin' Tony," whines Paulie. "Four months I'm up there like the man in the iron mask. Not one visit. Not even a fucking phone call." The man in the iron mask? That's a fairly obscure reference. Maybe Paulie is the one who's smarter than we give him credit for. Unless he was referring to the DiCaprio version, that is. "When do I ever complain?" he continues, blowing the "smarter than he looks" idea right out of the water. "Even before I left he was treating me like the ugly girl at the dance." The real news, however, comes when Paulie lets it slip that Tony and Boon have profited on yet another real estate deal without giving Carmine and Johnny their fair share. Perhaps realizing that he's let the cat out of the bag, Paulie asks for assurances that "this shit don't leave the table." Johnny promises him that it won't, and we close with a two-shot that provides a study in class differences as Johnny daintily folds his hands together and Paulie tries valiantly to scrape the last vestiges of chocolate mousse out of his bowl.

New Jack City. Uh, I mean, "Newark." Boon is meeting with constituents around the corner from the crack house when he spots Tony driving by in his Suburban. While Boon makes excuses and ditches his assistant, Tony is giving Wide Guy instructions on how to strip the houses. When Boon finally catches up with him, they share a brief, relatively pointless conversation about whether or not they'll be seeing each other at the Bing the next day. Then Tony leaves, and a precocious little black kid comes over to ask Boon if it's "gonna be a nice house here now." Heh. White guilt is always funny.