Tony finally admits to himself that Pussy is a rat.

He has another fever dream. He is back on that boardwalk. You can hear the sound of the waves in the background. He walks over to a stand with lots of dead fish on it. One of the fish starts talking to him with Pussies voice...

Fish: Hey Ton, how is it going?

Tony: You didn’t get sick?

Fish: Nah….

Tony: How much do you weigh?

Fish: Eight pounds.

Tony: You lost a lot of weight…

Fish: Swimming, best exercise. Works every muscle group.

Tony: Get the fuck out of here! You never exercised once in you life.

Fish: Anyway, four dollars a pound… You know I’ve been working with the government, right Ton?

Tony: Don’t say it.

Fish: Come on Ton, sooner or later you got to face facts.

Tony: I don’t wanna hear it.

Fish: Well, you gonna hear it.

Tony: Fuck.

Fish: You passed me over for promotion Ton. You knew.

Tony: How much shit you give 'em?

Fish: A lot.

Tony: Jesus Puss. Fuck of a way for it all to end, huh?

Fish: Yeah…

Tony: Yeah…

Fish: These guys, on either side of me, they are asleep.

Tony: Don’t say that, not fucking funny.

Tony in anger flips over the stand with all the fish.

Tony: Don’t see you flopping around down there!