What actually happens is so much freakier. Roger's eyes fly open in shock, as Gillian has plunged a dainty 1920s syringe into a vein in his left arm. He freaks out, and she tries to calm him down, saying it's just heroin, is all. I start to wonder if I'm recapping the right show, as things have gotten all American Horror Story in this place. Panicking, he asks how much she dosed him with. "I suppose rather a lot," is Gillian's semi-disinterested response. He tries to retaliate, but the drugs take hold quickly. She pushes him back into the tub and tells him to enjoy it, "have a new adventure." "Am I talking?" he slurs to her. No, she tells him, he's dreaming. At this, Gillian takes the sponge and with it, pushes Roger's face below the surface of the water. He's barely conscious as it is. Even when his body starts struggling against the drowning, Gillian's able to keep him under with one hand. He bubbles up his last bubbles of air, then he's still.
Maybe I'm a dummy, but the first time I watched this, I still hadn't caught on to what Gillian's plan was. Had she just snapped and gone psycho? She seemed so calm. Eventually, she crosses the room to retrieve a pair of dog tags. Jimmy's. She places them around dead Roger's neck and leaves the syringe next to the tub. So I guess this is how easy it was to pass off one man's death as another, in the pre-forensic 1920s? I actually thought at this point that Gillian would burn the Maison Derriere to the ground, collect that insurance money in her own name, but no, she just lights a cigarette after a long day's work. R.I.P., Roger the Fuck Stallion. You made my having to contemplate this incest storyline more bearable.
Rosetti meets with Joe Masseria, and the latter is obnoxiously pompous and disingenuous as ever. He's furious at Rosetti for neglecting his New York territory for this foolishness in Tabor Heights, particularly now that it's gone bad. He can't control Rosetti, he can't rely on him, and he can't afford him. It looks like he's walking away from him for good, so Rosetti offers up a Hail Mary pass: he says that Nucky Thompson and Arnold Rothstein are building something that threatens Masseria's place in the criminal hierarchy, and they're using Luciano right from under his nose. Masseria doesn't seem concerned about these people, but Rosetti makes an impassioned case: they're not like them! Jews and Micks and people who don't respect where they came from. Not Italians like them. Certainly not Luciano with his Jew friends. Rosetti wants Masseria's backing to wage proper war; Thompson, Rothstein, Luciano, the rest -- he'll kill them all. Then Masseria won't just be a boss, he'll be a king. Masseria, as you might expect, is listening.