Ugh, whatever, so Samuel is slashed and he can't believe this is actually happening, so he's frozen in place. From across the room comes Dunn Purnsley, flying over to beat this switchblade fool over the head with a club, until he's broken and bloodied on the floor. Maybelle calls out for her daddy, and Chalky comes running. Samuel seems to be more horrified by the sight of his attacker on the floor than by his own wound. Maybelle looks like she might throw up. Chalky orders the music to start playing again and scolds his daughter for being there in the first place. He looks with a mixture of pity and scorn at Samuel and hands him a cloth for his face. "That man needs help," Samuel finally says, and even though Chalky orders him not to give him any, Samuel goes to tend to his attacker, which I guess is the final nail in his Pussy Coffin, by the rules of this show. Chalky asks Maybelle if she still finds him so "interesting." She can't seem to make any words.
The convoy has pulled into Tabor Heights to fill up, but they've found the gas station dark and unattended. Sleater knows something's amiss, as he and Eli get out to investigate. The pumps are locked. Mickey gets out of his car and says they should move on, get gas up the road, but Sleater knows that's a good way to get themselves stranded. He pulls out his gun and breaks the glass on the door, looking to get the keys and unlock the pumps, I suppose, when the local fuzz busts them. The sheriff asks what's on the trucks, and Sleater says same as always. Sheriff says if it's liquor, they've got a problem, which is news to Mickey. Then out steps the reason it's a problem, as Rosetti emerges, playing dumb when Sleater calls him by his name, and saying his name is "Collingsworth" and he's the proprietor of this here filling station. And what's more, they don't have gas to sell. Sleater's like, "Okay, fun is fun; we'll gas up, pay you, and drive on." Rosetti notes the gun in Sleater's hand and pulls his own, which leads everybody else to pull out theirs, which leads Bobby Cannavale to take a swim in the deep end of the ACTING pool as he notes -- and I'm going to try to get his Sicilian inflection right -- "EHHHHRRRREBODY GOTTTAA GUNSSS!" Cannavale is really trying to singlehandedly act the show into being compelling. Right now, he's the frontrunner for the Tony Award. I hope he gets it!
He starts pumping gas onto the ground, right in front of Sleater, a big ol' f-you. Sleater says obviously Nucky's going to hear about this, which is a dumb thing to say, because obviously that's the idea, but I guess it was directed at the Sheriff, who looks abashed at having been bought out, but, as he says, "What was I supposed to do?" Rosetti ends with a flourish, telling Sleater to tell Nucky that "Old Pop Collingsworth says hello."