Over in Nucky's office, he's hatching a plan with someone who wants to hear what Nucky's got to say about this "dirty wop" Rosetti. Nucky explains he wants the guy to go to Tabor Heights and cut a deal with him. Nucky tells him to agree to anything, because what he really needs is information: the number of men and boats, where they get their suits pressed, how they take their coffee, if any of them like being choked during sex, that kind of thing. Nucky's prospective spy leaves him with a joke: "What's the difference between a catfish and an Italian?" The punchline begins, "One's a scum-sucking bottom-feeder," and you can probably fill in the rest yourself.

Van Alden returns to the bar in Little Oslo or wherever the hell, and Mr. Inotbuynothing is pleased to see him, what with the happy surprise he had for his customers earlier with the aquavit. Van Alden's got another surprise: he brought genuine lefse made by Sigrid. "I am sorry," says the owner, which confuses Van Alden, because unlike us, he can't see the tough guys approaching him from behind, pulling a gun on him and hustling him out to a car waiting outside. "They do not give me a choice," says Inotbuynothing. Any guilt he feels doesn't prevent him from starting to chow down on the lefse, though. Well, I suppose not eating it won't get Van Alden out of trouble.

Richard and Julia are hanging out in the Sagorsky kitchen, Julia talking about how wonderful it is that Tommy has Richard. "He has his grandma, but everyone needs a dad," says Julia. Sadly, Julia could probably use a little less dad herself. Oh, hey, speak of the devil! Here comes Mr. Sagorsky. You're never going to believe this, but he's drunk, and doesn't like it when he sees Richard and Julia holding hands. He says Richard is doing it because Julia's "strutting around like some mongrel bitch in heat," and that gets Richard to his feet, and once Mr. Sagorsky says, "I won't have you spreading your legs for some sideshow freak," not even Julia's pleas can prevent Richard from going after Mr. Sagorsky. Easy on him! It's the '20s! You're still going to need his permission to marry her! Richard wrestles him down to the ground and takes off his mask so Mr. Sagorsky can get a nice good look ("Would you pay a dime to see this?" he rasps) and orders him to apologize. Sagorsky does. "To her," growls Richard. Sagorsky does his best to glance at his daughter and say "sorry" but Richard's hand is clamped over his windpipe so it's difficult. Julia puts her hand on Richard's shoulder, and he finally relents.