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.
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.