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He’s still not sure about Charlie and Meyer and wants to know how they know all this. Charlie keeping that to himself until Masseria agrees to the deal and Meyer asks Masseria how long he thinks he’ll last without friends with this kind of information? Masseria’s played with the boys long enough so he agrees to the deal and Charlie leans into to tell him what he knows. Hmm. Curious.
Gyp and his goons are meeting with McCoy in the library. Gyp points out where he’ll pick up the delivery and out of the blue McCoy tells him his order is bigger than Nucky’s, teeing it up for Gyp to say everything of his is bigger than Nucky’s. And since we’ve all seen Gyp’s cock and I don’t know how many people would really like to see Nucky’s lets all take Gyp’s word for it, ‘k?
McCoy thinks the orders pretty huge and would require a lot of trips back and forth. He makes sure Gyp can handle the delivery, but he’s got 17 boats so won’t be a problem…unless they run into one of them rogue waves. Gyp is not amused to have that brought up again and just glares at Tonino. He tells McCoy the other guy was just a lousy captain and probably half in the bag, anyway, but Franco just can’t help himself and says he doesn’t think so. Gyp’s transferred his ire back to Franco, even though McCoy supports him by saying that when the wind whips up the sea can pretty much mess your shit up but good. And that’s why my utter terror at going out on boats in open water is not irrational, dammit.
After one last death glare at Franco, Gyp pretends to be a reasonable person and says “What does he know? His father laid bricks for a living.” McCoy, being unfamiliar with Gyp’s ways, just says that he and the ocean have an understanding. Gyp will get all his booze and on time. As those two shake hands, Franco and Tonino share a very uncomfortable side eye because Gyp’s always at his scariest when he acts reasonable after being proven wrong.
Jess is having dinner while Daugherty’s drinking his and Jess apologizes for losing it earlier. Daugherty’s “kind” and says that we all go a little crazy, sometimes, but Jess doesn’t think Harry does. He’s always cool, even when they were kids and that twister hit. They were hiding out in the storm cellar and Harry remembers this one girl that was never found, then reminds Jess that in the morning they left the cellar and it was a brand new day.
He tells Jess that he’s thinking about retiring since “they’re” not getting any younger, and he wants to do some fly fishing and porch sitting while he still can. They can spend their days being busy doing nothing and asks Jess how he feels about that. Jess is excited because his heart was never in all that Washington greed and corruption. Daugherty comes over and tells Jess that his hasn’t really been in it, either. So Jess should finish his dinner and get a good night’s rest. It’s amazing how much better he’ll feel in the morning. And he’s mastered fake sincerity so well that I almost believed him. Then I remember he’s Darryl from Thelma and Louiseand he’s awful.