I believe in America, I believe in the American Dream, and these fools have taken it from me. Fredo and Carlo_Gambino are listening wide-eyed to an old man staring at the wall, talking to himself in Fredo's cafe. He continues on for some time, repeating himself. Fredo looks at Carlo and then back at the man and loudly says, "Hey, yo, are you alright?" The old man turns around and says loudly, "Hey, mind your fuckin' business, I'm trying to rehearse." Fredo looks shocked, glances back at Carlo, who's laughing so hard he's crying. Fredo shakes his head and says, "Oh, you think this is funny? Fucking crazy people running around the cafe, that's just what we need right now. The whole neighborhood's gonna say, 'Don't go to Fredo's place, it's a crazy house.'"

The old man continues to talk. Fredo grabs a coffee cup and walks over to the man, taps him on the shoulder. The man turns around with a look of disgust. Fredo grabs his shoulder and tells him, "Look, I don't think you're okay, but look at me, look at my face, read the name on the building, and then look at my face again." The man looks at Fredo and then at the sign, then back at Fredo. His life seems to drain from his face, and he starts to stutter, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Mr. Trapani. I truly did not know." The man apologizes for what seems like an eternity. Fredo escorts him to the door and lets him leave, locking it behind him. He flips the open sign to closed and walks back over to his table where Carlo is sitting. He grabs a cigarette and looks at Carlo for a moment, then says, "Glad you got a good laugh. Let's go count this money." The two head to the back room to count the week's take. Fredo looks back and sees the old man waving at him from outside with a smile, and a shiver runs down his spine. Fredo shakes his head and walks to the backroom with Carlo.