So it ends not with a bang, nor a whimper, but -- a blank screen?
Or maybe -- The Movie!
Is there yet more money to be made off "The Sopranos"? One has to wonder about a prospective future after tonight's non-ending ending to six HBO seasons, with Tony, Carmela, daughter Meadow and son A.J. meeting for dinner at an ordinary Jersey diner amid ominous warnings. Uneasy peace in the NY-NJ mob war after rival boss Phil gets messily offed at an Oyster Bay gas station. Suspicious characters at the diner counter and in a booth solo. Meadow's parallel parking woes on her way in. Something, something, SOMETHING'S going to happen! -- the foreboding mood seemed to promise, anyway.
And then, nada.
Not even "fade to black." Cut to black. With Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" playing as Tony's selection on the push-button tableside flip-the-titles jukebox: "Doooon't sto – "
And then it did, mid-lyric.
For now.
This leaves the field wide open, doesn't it, for a big-screen, big-money "and then they lived yet-more-agita ever after" follow-up. There's plenty of meat to mine:
• A.J.'s "movie development" career, arranged by a couple of parents afraid he'd get himself killed in Afghanistan. Or will the whiner yet join the Army, learn Arabic and eventually become Donald Trump's helicopter pilot?
• Meadow's legal career. She dumped her med school plans to learn to defend the honor of Italians grievously wronged by feds hauling them in for arrest for things they actually did.
• Carmela's new beach house. Will the kitchen island survive final design, or will she rip up the plans and start over?
• Uncle Junior. Follow the money. Where's his? Will Tony find it? Greedy Janice? The drooling guy hanging nearby in the Alzheimer's wing of the "state facility"?
• Paulie. Did he really see the Virgin Mary at the Bada Bing? What did she have to say, anyway?
• Silvio. Like Franco, still dead? (Effectively, at any rate, after that nasty shootdown, still hooked up to life support in the hospital.) Or maybe this is where the Virgin Mary steps in.
• Tony. "The subpoenas are flying." Underling Carlo has disappeared, and we learn he's set to testify. Can Tony evade the law yet again? More important, can he find a new therapist?
And what about the cat?
Series creator David Chase seems to have this to say: Doooon't stop contemplating . . . He leaves everything open for us to ponder. If anything seems clear in his finale's lack of clarity (Chase both wrote and directed the episode), it's this:
Life goes on, as always, the next generation repeating the mistakes of the previous one, especially all the harder they try not to. It's no accident all the characters are always listening to classic rock -- the Vanilla Fudge pounding through "You Keep Me Hangin' On" this week, the Doors' "When the Music's Over" last time. The past haunts the present -- dead mother Livia's "Poor you" reproach coming out of Tony's mouth, her perpetual self-pity parroted by daughter Janice, her excuses for everything now being manufactured wholesale by grandson A.J. The kids are still giving Tony and Carmela fits as parents, and his lot in life as boss remains that you can't get good help these days. Even Paulie is playing the not-me card in trying to shirk the responsibility Tony needs him to take.
You just can't win in this life, whether you're a mob kingpin or a frustrated viewer seeking some closure, OK, Mr. Chase, is that so hard?
Guess so. That's it. Episode 86, "Made in America," ends without ending, and so does the series.
The music's over. Turn out the lights.
Unless it's that other song we should heed: You just keep me hangin' on.

[HBO photo by Craig Blankenhorn.]