Put me in, coach
It's like an addiction now. I was tired anyway. We'd just watched the last, variety-themed episode of The Story Of Light Entertainment (which has been exceptionally good), it was 10.45, but something inside of my sleepy bones said, "Yes! You can manage one more episode! Do it! Do it!" So I did it. The Sopranos, Episode 9, Unidentified Black Males, written by Terence Winter and Matthew Weiner, directed by Tim Van Patten, its title firstly referring to a comment made by one of Vito's wiseguys on lawnchairs at the construction sight after one of them glasses another after a "breaking balls" comment. It seems that these unidentified black males are the default explanation for any violence, an allusion explained in Tony's "giving birth" session with Melfi after a golf course panic attack, which all goes back to the night of the heist that put cousin Tony Blundetto in the can, effectively in Tony Soprano's place. The myth was, he was attacked by two black males and couldn't make the heist. In fact, he'd had a panic attack and hit his head. Getting this out to Dr Melfi was another milestone. This is why he feels so guility protective towards his cousin, and why he gave him extra responsibility despite finding out about his freelance hit on Joe Peeps. ("Peeps", his nickname, is disrespectfully carved into his headstone at the funeral, a fuck-up by Tony's crew which looks very bad at this most sensitive time between the families.) Meanwhile, Meadow's boyfriend Finn is given a job at the construction site, where he witnesses the aforementioned violence, and, early one morning, Vito blowing a security guard in the front seat of a car. This, you understand, is bad knowledge. It puts Uncle Junior's oral sex into the shade. You don't want to know. Carmela has served Tony with divorce papers. It's going to get ugly.