This to me is the most poetic Sopranos episode. Junior wanders off, just like Shakespeare's King Lear, and looks for the long-vanished past. There's an element of Rip Van Winkle, too. It's dream-like, sad, and yet it never feels sentimental. Watch when the two young cops spot him, the way he jumps behind the dumpster and tries to hide. It's funny, yet deeply tragic. You almost expect Junior to say "I am a king, my masters. Know you that?"
And if the cops were like the millions of loyal Sopranos fans who keep this show alive, they'd have to respond with: "you are a royal one, and we obey you!"
And if the cops were like the millions of loyal Sopranos fans who keep this show alive, they'd have to respond with: "you are a royal one, and we obey you!"