Over at the Onyx club, Dunn is still in Chalky's bad books, given the busboy duty that Chalky's got him on. When Narcisse strolls in with who I'm guessing is Daughter Maitland, though, it's time for Chalky to get his swerve on. Their eyes lock and they walk in slow motion towards each other. Narcisse introduces Daughter Maitland to Chalky and Dunn. Ha, Chalky didn't even seem to know Dunn was still standing there. "Those tables ain't gonna set theyself," he hollers at him. Daughter offers her hand to Chalky, who says he's pleased to meet her, and Chalky even impresses Narcisse by knowing that Daughter has recorded an album. "You know your business, sir," says Narcisse. "I know what Dickie Pastor held back," says Chalky, not having taken his eyes off Daughter the whole time.
Narcisse gives Daughter directions to a dressing room in the back where she can put her things, and she leaves, two bodyguards accompanying her. Chalky notes how pretty she is, and asks Narcisse what she's doing here. "Performing for the week," Narcisse says. Given it's Narcisse, though, maybe he said, "Performing for the weak." Chalky says he hopes Narcisse is asking and not telling. I'm pretty sure Narcisse was telling, but he backs off somewhat after pointing out that he and Chalky are partners now. "That girl is a star. If you'll have her," he says. This smooths things out enough for Chalky, who agrees, and then yells at Dunn, who's setting the tables. Narcisse notes the sour working relationship and quietly says he thought Dunn managed the staff. "He do as I tell him," says Chalky. Narcisse digs it: "When men make themselves into brutes, it is just to treat them as brutes."
Well, this can only go well. Willie and the four-eyes from school are driving up to the distillery, Willie in the passenger seat. He tells his friend to stop fidgeting. "That man has a shotgun," says his friend. Yeah, I came of age in a province where the drinking age is 18, so I realize it was a lot less stressful for me to get booze in university. Willie tells his buddy to wait in the car, and gets out. Buddy, however, does not want to be left alone, and follows Willie out. They head into the distillery, where Mickey Doyle is chewing out some poor bastard for doing a bad job of disguising a liquor shipment as bananas. "You boys lose your Scout troop?" he says when he sees the two students.
Willie's all smiles and handshakes and acts like he and Mickey are best friends, even though a stone-faced Mickey doesn't appear to recognize him. Well, I'm at college now, says Willie. "Boola-boola," says Mickey, and Buddy points out that's Yale, while they go to Temple. "Funny. You don't look Jewish," says Mickey, still not smiling.