And then it's back to Tony one last time, as he wakes up from his nap on the Bing's couch. He blinks his swollen eyes a few times and calls out to Christopher, who doesn't answer. He then staggers over to check his reflection in the mirror, where he spies a small photograph of Tracee that's been taped up amongst pictures of the girls. It's just one last reminder of why we shouldn't love Joey. Tony gathers himself, and starts walking towards the exit, yelling all the while for Christopher. He never gets an answer, and eventually he makes it to the front door, where he steps alone into the blinding white light of day.
Alan Ball: So what's it gonna be, buddy boy: Him or me?
Aaron: Um, can I sleep on it? I'll give you an answer in the morning.
David Chase: Nope. You gotta answer now. And remember, I know some very scary people.
Alan Ball: And I know Lauren Ambrose's home phone number.
Aaron: All right, all right. I choose…
Alan Ball & David Chase: Well!?
Aaron: I'm sorry. I just can't do this. "And the king said, bring me a sword…and divide the living child in two."
Alan Ball: Oy. Did he just quote the fucking Bible again?
David Chase: I think so.
Alan Ball: Yeah. That's it. Get out. Now.
And that's that, folks. No more Joey. He was rude, crude, misogynistic, masochistic, homophobic, funny, fascinating, irritating, an undeniable presence, and a stone-cold killer. And yet, for some inexplicable reason, we all loved him anyway. Farewell, Josephus Pantus. For what still puzzles us is the nature of your game.