The show starts with Christopher’s heroin thug meeting up with the Italian outsourced whackers they are bringing in to whack Rusty, a member of Johnny Sacks crew. Meanwhile the two crews from Jersey and NY are having a nice dinner at Nuovo Vesuvio to honor something or other. Who knows. It's the Italian Mafia, they are always at a dinner table of some sort. During the toasting and multiple salutes, Phil Leotardo gets up to do his own take on the toast whereby he immediately starts talking about the Vito, the "faggot ass cornholing cocksucker that married my cousin. He should f*cking die.” The Italian culture is so rich. After the toasts the conversation soon turns to the fact that the food is taking too long to get there. When the owner/chef Artie Bucco comes out to talk, they ask him if he’s been to the new Italian restaurant “Da Giovanni”. It’s all the rage. It's like trucker hats only more intense. Apparently they bring you eggplant parms in less than an hour. Oooh. I went there.

After dinner Tony and Chris are talking about the “La cage aux fag” otherwise known as Vito. Tony’s plan is that if he shows up he shows up, if not then they wont worry about it. I doubt this plan will hold. Christopher then tells Tony that he wants to go out to LA this week for a meeting with Ben Kingsley about his crappy horror movie. Tony is a little reluctant at first since this is the week of the Notre Dame-Michigan game. Well that’s easy. Since Michigan is a bunch of, to borrow a phrase from Phil Leotardo, “faggot ass cornholing cocksuckers” it’s obvious that Notre Dame will win. Also, go Buckeyes.

You fargin icehole!

The next day we see the hit on Rusty goes off without a hitch much to my surprise. The two Italians pull the cliché “lock the car and ask for directions while the other one comes up from behind and whacks him” routine. Which is the second most used style of whacking behind the ever-classic “tell the guy that your sister's husband is beating your sister and then when you get in a car to go beat the crap out of him get cut off at a toll booth and riddled with bullets.” But that one is so forties.