In NYC, Arnold Rothstein is once again in his amazing billiard room when he's joined by the D'Alessio brothers and Mickey Doyle (along with Luciano and Meyer Lansky, though it's clear that the D'Alessios are the guests). As is Rothstein's wont, he proposes a deal to the D'Alessios through the guise of giving a lesson in social graces. (He also sinks three balls on one shot, which would be enough for me to fall in line behind the guy.) He says there are two ways of making money in the liquor business: one is to take cheap rotgut whiskey, dilute it, and sell it to the drooling masses. At this, Mickey Doyle squeaks that that's how he used to do it. Obviously, this is a method that Rothstein has no respect for. Obviously. Rothstein wants to meet the growing demand for good whiskey in the U.S., and he wants to import it from Europe. He figures it will become a status symbol among America's elite, and they can get rich off of that kind of high-end demand. He wants to contract the D'Alessios to move the whiskey from the boats offshore (the transfer takes place out in international waters, see) and into the country. Obviously, Atlantic City is the ideal location for this, but for the man in charge, who Rothstein finds "greedy and unreasonable." "Nothing a bullet in the eye won't fix," cracks Leo D'Alessio, drawing the wheezing chuckles of Mickey. Rothstein just smiles this comical smile at them -- like Nucky, he's not going to say "kill him" out loud. He then asks the brothers and Mickey to sign the life insurance policies he's taken out on them, a kind of guarantee that they'll fulfill their end of the bargain. It's quite the thing to have hanging over your partners' heads, but it's perfectly Rothstein. The brothers sign, then leave. After they're gone, Rothstein asks Luciano, "You know what the nice thing about the Bronx zoo is?" Lucky asks what. "There's bars between you and the monkeys." Good to see Rothstein back on the map this way.