Meyer Lansky and Lucky Luciano have gone to see Joe Masseria to make their Rothstein-rejected heroin deal with him instead, but Luciano's having difficulty because Masseria is too busy playing bocce and sneering at Lansky's heritage (in Italian). "They fuck their women through a hole in a sheet. A joyless people," says Masseria. Luciano assures him that Lansky is a total hound, "like he's been out to sea six months." I think men who have been out to sea for six months sometimes explore other options, though. It makes Masseria laugh, but he's still not interested. Luciano, finished kissing ass, tells Masseria it's rude not to speak English for the benefit of Lansky. Masseria wants to know why, if this is such a good deal, that they didn't bring it to Rothstein (also known as "the other Jew"). Lansky explains: "Mr. Rothstein's got reservations about entering the heroin trade, more than likely because his business is suffering." His pointed tone reminds Masseria that everyone knows whose fault that is. But Masseria's got reservations too, but since he doesn't know the word "anti-Semitic" he tells Lansky that he doesn't trust him.

So Luciano and Lansky leverage a little info that they (correctly) figure Masseria would be interested in: that Nucky's planning to make a move. Once Masseria agrees to the deal, Luciano starts whispering in his ear.

Over in Tabor Heights, Nucky's spy captain is going over the plan with Rosetti, and marveling that the order of 1,200 crates is much bigger than Nucky's. "Everything of mine is bigger than Nucky's," says Rosetti. I suppose we can be thankful "That's what she said" wasn't a thing back then. The captain easily pulls out more info in the guise of being unsure about the trip, but Rosetti says he's got 17 boats, so he shouldn't have any problems. "Unless you run into one of them rogue waves," pipes up Tonino. Holy shit, asshole! You couldn't leave well enough alone? Nucky's captain is confused, so Tonino awkwardly explains about his cousin's rogue wave theory. Rosetti says he's a shitty sailor, more than likely half in the bag. "I don't think so," says Franco, who is quite possibly suicidal. Rosetti stares at him long and hard, until Nucky's captain tries to defuse the tension by throwing his support behind the rogue wave possibility. Eventually Rosetti shrugs it off (although we all knew it wasn't over, right?). "The fuck do I know. My father laid bricks for a living," he says, and he and his new captain shake hands on the deal.