Nucky doesn’t know dick about Masseria and Rothstein isn’t sharing; he just wants Nucky to accept that what makes his business easier makes Arnold’s business more difficult. Nucky rightly points out that Rosetti’s a rabid, violent psycho which is bad for everyone’s business. For some reason, this tweaks Rothstein’s already lit fuse and he asks to speak with Nucky privately.
Arnold goes off on Nucky that he was only tolerating Nucky in the first place because, well, he managed to grease some palms and made that whole Black Sox scandal go away, but it comes out that Nucky was a convenience. He’s become less so since he can’t deliver the goods he promised. And what’s more, Arnold’s not really interested in starting a war in NY to help Nucky since he has no love lost for Jersey, anyway.
The turnpike isn’t even built and I’m already writing “which exit?” jokes.
Nucky stands by his point that Rosetti is dangerous to everyone. That he killed Nucky’s entire convoy, but Arnold blames that on Nucky being more preoccupied with banging Billie and putting Mickey the Roach in charge. Both men have points so Nucky turns it around and questions Arnold’s manhood. Yes, the mature way. Arnold says
his girlfriend lives in Canada he practices discretion but Nucky’s over his shit, too, and calls him a little weasel with a good poker face. Heh. Not quite Rosetti in its operatic vulgarity but good first try.
As Charlie and Owen awkwardly smoke and size each other up, Arnold comes out and calls his little henchdog to heel before they leave. Owen joins Nucky and is back to his obsequious ways as Nucky asks after Billie then before they go by the house.
Nelson breaks my heart as he looks at a brochure for pre-fabricated houses. He’s daydreaming about the house he wants to buy but his pink-faced co-worker tells him that their boss wants to see Nelson. Nelson figures Pinky’s trying to prank him again, but no, this is real. Then he “ominously” tells Nelson that he thinks the Feds finally caught up with him. The Hitchcockian pan out suggests doom.
Somewhere that’s green.
Scotty the boss is staring at Nelson who’s trying not to twitch too obviously. He tells Nelson that the IRS contacted him then starts grilling Nelson on where he worked before. Nelson’s vibrating with anxiety but sketchy writing moment #1 lets us know it’s only because he didn’t properly fill out his tax returns. This scene isn’t completely a bust, though, since that Prohie from the speak a couple of weeks ago stopped by looking for Nelson, too. Dun…DUN!
Harp music lets us know we’re back at the most boring brothel in the US. Uncle Jun’s lumbering down the hallway and I really miss his big glasses that made him look like an angry turtle on The Sopranos. He looks into the great room and sees way too many women not entertaining any clients. Gillian comes up behind him then retreats to a smaller sitting room. She politely asks him what’s wrong and he says “encroaching decrepitude,” but he does take comfort in the fact that he’ll likely be dead by the time the country’s overrun by “corruption, ignorance and perfidy.” Well smell Uncle Jun and his SAT words.
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