I have to start by confessing I seem to have made a mistake. Since the actors playing Gillian and Jimmy are less than a decade apart in age (and look it on the show), I assumed Gillian was Jimmy’s stepmother, but it seems that’s not the case. According to someone actually involved with the show, Gillian really did give birth to Jimmy around the age of 14. Which is so squicky I didn’t even really consider it. I hope you’ll forgive me the slip up.
On with episode four. In snowy Chicago, Capone makes his way into a fairly quiet building. It seems to be pretty late—employees are cleaning up as he heads upstairs, passing a scantily dressed woman and a customer on his way up. They don’t give him a second glance, but maybe that’s because he has the sense to wait until he’s alone on the second floor to pull out a pistol. He quietly enters a room where a young woman and man are sleeping naked together. The woman wakes up and jumps when she sees the gun, but Capone playfully gestures for her to be quiet. He levels the gun at the sleeping man’s head, pulls the trigger, and fires into the pillow right next to the guy. The poor guy jumps a mile and tumbles out of bed, amazingly not soiling himself, as Capone cackles gleefully. Dick. The sleeping man raises his head, now awake and angry, and we see it’s Jimmy. He asks Capone just what in the hell he thinks he’s doing, as Capone continues to laugh and says he was just playing. Double dick. Jimmy tells him he can’t hear out of one ear now and Capone just tells him to go back to sleep. Yeah, that seems likely.
Capone leaves and Jimmy turns to comfort the freaked out, dark-haired prostitute he was with.
In AC, Nucky’s in front of the mirror, practicing his surprised reaction to an upcoming party in his honor. He’s interrupted by Eddie, of course, who’s brought the guest list for the party for Nucky’s review. He starts reading off names, but then Lucy busts in and tells Nucky she’s going shopping. He hands her some cash and tells her to get something pretty. She makes a crude remark about their sex life and he sends her on her way in disgust. Once she’s gone, Nucky reminds Eddie to invite Governor Edwards, even though they both know he won’t come. Senator Edge is coming, though, which pleases Nucky, who clearly thinks highly of the guy. Edge is also Nucky’s key to a multi-million-dollar road investment, which Nucky naturally wants a piece of.
At the Schroeder house, the kids are playing while Margaret listens to her neighbor, Edith, read aloud from the newspaper an article about Anna Anderson, who fooled quite a lot of people into thinking she was the Grand Duchess Anastasia. Margaret says it’s like a fairy tale, blissfully unaware that Anna Anderson’s story was complete and utter bullshit, and that the woman was actually a little crazy. The kids act up and Edith threatens to spank them, which Margaret apparently isn’t into, so to distract them, Margaret takes the paper and reads the rest of the article to the kids like it’s actually a fairy tale. The boy demands to hear the comics, and Edith gently admonishes him to mind his manners, so he tacks on a “please.” For anyone interested, Edith’s husband apparently took off at some point, but the way she and Margaret interact with the kids, they could have a pretty good early same-sex parenting arrangement here. Edith would have to be an improvement over Margaret’s husband, in that area.
Jimmy’s dark-haired girl is tending to his ear, which is bleeding after Al’s shot. She offers to take him to an opium den, but he’s not interested (yet). They trade a little backstory (he tells her he’s from Atlantic City, so I guess he’s not laying too low in Chicago). She’s from Star Prairie, WI, where her grandfather was the first white man born in town, her father was the first man sent to state prison, and her mother was the first person run over by a car, so she’s got a lot to live up to. Heh. I think I like this girl. Jimmy does too, clearly. She asks if he really went to college (Al called him “Princeton” earlier). Jimmy says he did, but only because “some people” had ideas about Jimmy’s future that didn’t really jive with Jimmy’s own plans. The girl (can we please get a name for her?) asks Jimmy what his plans are, and he admits even he doesn’t know. She changes the conversation to a book Jimmy’s been reading, Sinclair Lewis’s Free Air (one of the earliest road trip novels, so I guess that makes it appropriate for Jimmy to be reading at the moment). She says she read some of it while Jimmy was asleep, and like the heroine in the book, she plans to head west herself, once she saves up enough money. Jimmy tells her she’s pretty enough to be in the movies, and although she scoffs, he seems sincere. She offers to take him with her, because she thinks he needs taking care of. Jimmy doesn’t deny it, and they smile shyly at each other before Jimmy playfully tackles her onto the bed.
Nucky’s office. He’s bitching at Eli for not being able to find whoever lynched Chalky’s driver. Eli says nobody cares about the murder, but Chalky does, which means Nucky does. Apparently the black vote was big in AC, and Chalky was highly influential. Eli doubts that Chalky will risk the wealth he’s accrued thanks to Nucky over the small matter of one of his guys getting strung up in front of his warehouse. Nucky agrees, but reminds Eli that Chalky isn’t magical, and it’ll be difficult for him to sell voting blacks on a lynching if it ever gets out that that’s how the poor kid died. Eli reassures Nucky that word won’t get out, and then Eli’s partner stupidly makes a racial crack about Chalky, so Nucky kicks him the hell out of the room. Once the guy’s gone, Nucky tells Eli to step it up and find the lyncher already.
Chez Darmody. Angela’s got her coat on, ready to go out, and Gillian’s there, lounging in the doorway. Tommy asks Gillian to fix his toy (calling her “Gillian”) and Angela pounces on that and tells Gillian that most women are proud to be called “grandma.” Gillian nicely tells her that that’s not really the case when “grandma” is only about 36 years old. Gillian prompts Tommy to say goodbye to Angela as she heads out, and Gillian sits down with the little boy to fix the toy and reminisce about a toy train Jimmy had as a kid, a gift from one of Gillian’s admirers. Hmmm. She’s pretty adorable with the kid, and sends him off to play before lighting the hob under the teakettle.
As she sets the kettle on the burner, someone knocks on the door. She opens it to find Lucky Luciano on the threshold. He asks if she’s Mrs. Darmody, and she says she is (not a lie, actually). He claims to be a friend of “James,” but Gillian’s no dummy and shoots back that his friends call him Jimmy, so who is Luciano really? He backpedals that he’s an acquaintance and asks where Jimmy is. Gillian’s got this guy’s number and tells him to look up his ass. Luciano’s getting pissy and tells her she’s got a pretty fresh mouth “for a broad.” “Maybe I need you to smack it for me, right?” Gillian volleys back, clearly unafraid of this guy. I think I might be falling in love with this woman. Before Luciano can respond, she slams the door in his face. Only when it’s closed does she allow her face to register concern and a little nervousness.
Oh, great, just where I want to be—a KKK meeting. All right, let’s get this over with. A leading member in purple robes is blathering on about the evils of the black man, coming up from the south and taking jobs from decent, hardworking white men. Replace “blacks” with “illegal immigrants” and I think we’ve all heard this same argument in real time on CNN or Fox News. Just as the leader’s urging the roomful of hooded followers to eradicate this scourge, the doors burst open and in come Eli and his men. He levels a shotgun at the leader and tells the followers to “lose the dunce caps.” Heh. They do look like dunce caps. What was the reasoning behind the adoption of the pointy hats anyway? You know what, I don’t really want to know. Same as I don’t really care how the Nazi SS uniforms were designed. The followers remove their hats, and one of Eli’s guys recognizes the leader as the owner of a hardware store on Pacific, who sold him linseed oil not a month ago. He seems amazed to realize that one of the guys here is someone he actually knows. Yes, sir, racism lives amongst us.
The leader ignores him and tells the guys that if they’re there to rob them, take what they want and leave, presumably so he can get back to spewing hateful racist rhetoric. He accuses Eli of being a grafter, a whoremonger, and a bootlegger, and without missing a beat, Eli says “You’re thinking of my brother.” And then he arrests him. Awesome, Eli. As the leader is led out, one of the members stands and says that being in the Klan isn’t against the law (yet…) and Eli agrees, but says that stringing up people of any skin color is.
Luciano’s waiting in front of the Darmody place in a car, and he sees Gillian come out. Unaware that she’s being watched, she lights a cigarette, tosses the match away, and strolls off down the street. Luciano frowns in puzzlement for a moment, then hops out of the car and follows her.
Chicago. Jimmy hangs off to the side while Al has a sit-down with some poor sap who presumably owns a bar. The heavily accented sap says they’re only supposed to buy liquor from a Mr. Sheridan, but Al tells him and everyone else within earshot that this is Torrio’s territory now. Sap asks him to talk to Sheridan, because he doesn’t know anything about all these arrangements. I have a terrible feeling this guy’s going to get his face beaten to a pulp before the scene’s over. Yeah, sure enough, Al knocks the guy out of his chair, and then offers to help him up. Sap warily takes Al’s proffered hand, and gets punched in the face. Jimmy tries to warn Al off, but Al waves him away, threatens to break every bottle in the bar (which I’m sure would have set Sap back a lot), and then tells Sap to put in a big order when Torrio’s guys come around. Oh, and if Sheridan has a problem, tell him to go see Al. He punctuates this with a brutal heel to the guy’s mouth. Was Al Capone the original Paulie Walnuts or what?
At Babette’s, Nucky’s overseeing last minute preparations for his party as Eddie runs down the sumptuous menu. Nucky flips when he sees lipstick on a goblet, and Eddie handles Nucky’s little meltdown/temper tantrum fairly well, having evidently seen it all before. It may be worth noting that this scene is observed closely by three black busboys lined up on one side of the room. As Eddie goes to tell them to scrub the goblets (referring to one of them as “boy”), Nucky goes over to a table and gives it the Theresa Guidice treatment. The Real Gangsters of New Jersey, folks. Nucky glares at the busboys for a second before stalking out. Eddie softens the scene by gently and politely asking them to please do their best. I don’t think that’ll be a problem, after that scene, but it wouldn’t surprise me if someone spit in Nucky’s oysters.
The KKK leader is handcuffed to a chair in a dark room at the police station, having presumably been there all night. Eli comes in and asks how the guy slept. He gets no response to that, although the leader says he told Eli “a hundred times” that he doesn’t know who strung up Chalky’s guy. Eli says he heard that, but he needs to be sure. He jams the guy’s hood back on his head and leaves him in the dark.
In the far more genteel and brightly lit surroundings of the dress shop, Mme Jeunet bids a customer fairwell before telling Margaret she’ll have to stay late that night. Margaret says she’ll have to make arrangements for her kids, and Mme sighs that the former employee Margaret replaced, Rosalie, did not have children. She moves past that and tells Margaret she’ll be delivering Lucy’s dress to Babette’s for Nucky’s party. After their last encounter, Margaret’s not exactly jumping for joy at the thought of having to deal with the odious Lucy again. Mme tells Margaret she’ll have to hang around until after Lucy does “the surprise” and then help her into the dress, which has a lot of beading and delicate silk fringe. Margaret asks after this surprise, but Mme knows nothing. Ten bucks says it involves a cake.
Up in the Windy City, Torrio’s tearing into Al for his thuggish and inefficient handling of business matters, which seems to mostly consist of beating up individual bartenders. Al promises to sit down with Sheridan and work out some sort of accommodation. Torrio just gets up and leaves, bitching about a wart on his foot. Once he’s gone, Al crows about how he’s moving up, and promises Jimmy (who was sitting silently at the table this whole time) that if Al goes up, Jimmy will be along for the ride. Jimmy says he’s just passing through town. Further discussion is put on hold when the doorbell rings—presumably it’s Sheridan and his guys. Before they answer it, Jimmy the former soldier gives Al some advice—don’t invade a country all at once, take little pieces gradually, until before anyone realizes what happened, you’re in control.
Sheridan and a couple of guys are shown in, and Sheridan looks pissed that Torrio’s left his underling to deal with the situation. Jimmy jumps in and says Torrio was called away unexpectedly and politely offers Sheridan and company some coffee and whiskey. They decline as everyone takes a seat. Before they can get started, Jimmy’s dark-haired girl comes down, twines around his neck, and whispers in his ear that she’s heading to Chinatown. Once she’s gone, Al asks after Sap, who’s at the dentist getting shoeleather pulled out of his teeth. Mmmm, protein! Sheridan’s not pleased about this, and Al’s hotheadedness starts to boil up, but Jimmy calmly takes control once again and tells Sheridan that they’re there to work out some sort of compromise. Sheridan doesn’t seem all that interested, and when Jimmy tries to smooth the waters again, Al breaks in and tells Sheridan how it’s going to be—Greektown’s theirs now, and Sheridan needs to get out. That’s a no go, since Sheridan’s been there since Colosimo took over. Al reminds him that Colosimo died and now Torrio runs things. Sheridan mulls this over for a minute, and then offers up a slice of the action, rather than the whole pie. He starts with ten percent, Al counters with twenty-five, and Sheridan accepts. So, Al pushes his luck and raises his percentage to fifty. Sheridan backs down pretty easily, saying he doesn’t want any trouble. He and his guys leave, and Al crows that he knew he’d cave. Jimmy’s a bit more cautious, though, and merely says that that’s one way of reading the outcome.
The KKK leader’s still in his dark prison, but when his hat’s ripped off he gets little relief when he sees Chalky standing in front of him. Chalky starts to give him a little bio—he’s from Elgin, Texas and his father taught himself carpentry, which he was apparently very good at. Then one day a rich white man came by and took Chalky’s dad to a giant house he was building. Chalky’s dad made him some fancy bookcases for the library, and when he was done, he brought Chalky by to see them. The guy let them walk in through the front door and everything. The bookcases were amazing, and Chalky’s love and admiration for his father was increased. Not too long after, another white guy showed up and, under the pretense of having Chalky’s dad do some work for him, took him out to the edge of town, where he and six other guys hanged Chalky’s dad from a pepper tree. Chalky pauses, and then unfurls a leather holder filled with his father’s tools. He takes out a giant pair of metal pliers and the KKK leader shakily asks what he plans to do with them. “Well,” says Chalky, “we ain’t building no bookcase.” Amen, Chalky.
At the burlesque, Gillian’s on stage, acting the part of Aurelia, mother of Julius Caesar. Slaves obey her every whim, she’s ritualistically bathed, etc. Out in the audience, Luciano watches appreciatively.
Chalky’s work is done, and he comes out of the room and meets Eli out in the entryway. He informs Eli that the Klan wasn’t responsible for the lynching. Apparently, even under torture the guy wouldn’t admit it, which was enough to convince Chalky. That torture evidently included removing the guy’s finger, which Chalky hands over to Eli, wrapped in a piece of cloth. As Eli unwraps it, the reveal is accompanied by a voiceover of a crowd of people yelling “surprise!” Heh.
We move immediately to Nucky’s birthday at Babette’s, where he fakely acts surprised as Lucy comes over and kisses him. A moment later, the party’s in full swing, with some guests dancing to the Charleston-like music of the band and others dining on lobster and other delicacies. At Nucky’s table (where he’s seated with Senator Edge, the mayor of Jersey City, the Commodore, and an unnamed democrat who might be that governor everyone said wouldn’t show) severely sexist jokes are being traded, despite the fact that every man has a girl on his knee. There’s some more talk about women getting the vote, which as we know, Nucky’s cool with. The boys start talking about how stupid women are as an entire sex, and Lucy breaks in to say that she has brains. Oh, this should be good. Nucky tries to quiet her, but the Commodore, no doubt anticipating some comedy gold here, urges her to speak. He trots out his old question about the League of Nations, which of course she’s clueless about, but she says that Paris sounds cool and asks Nucky if he wants to take her there, creepily calling him “daddy.” Eeeeeewwww. Nucky dispatches her to fetch him a drink, and once he’s gone, he tells the rest of the table that she’s probably not the best example of the mind of the female voter. Thank you, Nucky.
Uh, ok, this is weird. Jimmy and Al are sitting side-by-side, fully dressed from the waist up, wearing boxers, gaiters, and socks, drinking coffee in some well-appointed room. Al’s telling Jimmy to chill out, but Jimmy’s done his homework and it turns out Sheridan’s a pretty intimidating guy. Al says that the “micks” come on strong, but it’s just the booze talking. While it’s true that alcohol does tend to make one brave enough to say things they wouldn’t otherwise, in the case of a hotheaded, drunken Irishman, you’re likely to get a solid right hook to the jaw if you piss him off, so maybe you should be a little nervous, Al.
Two tailors come in with a pair of suits, and Jimmy and Al start to get dressed. Ahh, the pantslessness makes a bit more sense now. Al’s treating Jimmy to a new suit, since they’re both on their way up and need to look the part. Jimmy thanks Al sincerely for the generosity. As he puts on the new pants, Al notices Jimmy’s war wounds, which slice across his right leg. He asks if Jimmy got it “over there” and Jimmy says he did, and also that the wounds have been killing him lately. Al gestures to his own wound (a slice on his cheek) and they commiserate over their shared experience of being wounded. The boys admire themselves in their new suits.
Back at Nucky’s birthday, the man of the hour’s leaning against the bar, drinking and smoking. In walks Margaret, carrying a box with Lucy’s dress in it. She stares at the sumptuous room, and the dancers happily parading by, and she breaks into a delighted smile. Nucky catches sight of her and comes right over. She explains that she’s there to deliver Lucy’s dress, and the hostess comes by and takes it back to a dressing room. Nucky asks if “Isabelle” is treating Margaret well, and she’s a little taken aback by hearing Mme Jeunet referred to in such a familiar manner. She says that she’s being treated well, though. Senator Edge and Mayor Hague come over to interrupt, and Nucky introduces both to Margaret. Edge offers to get her a drink and she politely declines. Nucky explains that she’s part of the Women’s Temperance League. There’s a brief moment of awkwardness, but Edge breaks the tension with a joke, and then Hague says he hopes, at least, that she’s not a suffragette. Margaret says she isn’t, officially, but then, she comes from a country where women already have the vote. In fact, most civilized countries allow women to vote. Replace “vote” with “provide healthcare” and once again, we have a debate we’ve all gotten used to hearing recently. Nucky once again seems pleasantly surprised by Margaret’s obvious intelligence. Edge tells Margaret that, in America, they’re just trying to protect women from the hard truths of life. Wow. What an unbelievably insulting, bullshit argument. You’re trying to keep women stupid, dependant children is what you’re trying to do, Walter. Margaret takes the high road and, instead of pointing out that she knows quite a bit about the hard truths of life, thanks to her dipshit dead husband, points out that denying women the right to take a meaningful part in life isn’t protecting them from anything. Edge says he’s sorry she feels that way, and she merrily says that it’s not just her, most women feel that way. And she’s sure he’s aware that, if men continue to deny women something they desire, they’ll start denying men something that they desire. Ha! I’m going to assume that, since she’s so well read, she’s picked up Lysistrata at some point. Even Edge looks taken with that argument. He asks her just what she means, and Margaret coyly replies, “alcohol.” Game, set, and match to the widow Schroeder. The men laugh, and Edge gestures to his own glass and says the ladies haven’t done such a good job so far. “The party’s only just started,” Margaret slings back. Hague tells Edge he might have met his match, and with that, Nucky offers to show Margaret to the dressing room.
As he escorts her through the room, Nucky apologizes for all the drinking. Margaret’s not offended, saying she’s a practical woman and knows such things will happen. Nucky asks her to dance and waltzes her away. Margaret looks uncertain at first, but then she begins to enjoy herself. It’s kind of cute, actually, the two of them dancing together. The other guests stare and smile indulgently at the birthday boy and his little present. The song ends and everyone applauds as Nucky bows to her and says that it’s been a pleasure. Margaret says the pleasure was all hers and swirls off towards the dressing room.
I knew it! The hostess calls for everyone’s attention as a giant cake that very clearly isn’t made of cake is wheeled in, covered in roses and sparklers. The guests sing “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow”. Of course, Lucy rises from the cake, dressed in a bikini made of roses. Nucky forces a smile, no doubt contrasting her tarty appearance with Margaret’s more elegant one. Just in case we missed that subtlety, Margaret appears on a balcony right behind Lucy, and Nucky catches sight of the pair of them together. I don’t think it’s a stretch to figure out which one he prefers. He nevertheless blows a kiss to Lucy.
At the brothel Jimmy and Al are staying in, a couple of guys in fedoras and overcoats come in and are greeted by the madam. They ask after Al (not here) and then Jimmy, and the woman tells them they don’t cater to “poufs”. The guy with lines says that Jimmy recommended one of the girls, but he can’t remember her name. The madam says it was probably Pearl (a name! Yay!) and points out Jimmy’s dark haired movie star wannabe. The guy smiles and heads her way.
In AC, Nucky, Evans, and Hague are talking business. Edge’s delivering some bad news to Nucky—seems he’s not getting a piece of that road money anytime soon, since it’s going up north. Hague protests that people up north need roads too, but Nucky shoots back that they don’t. Ha! Ahh, the good old days, before Jersey City became the 6th borough and it became all about North Jersey. Edge reassures the boys that there’s plenty of money to go around, so Nucky demands his pronto. Edge tells him to be patient, since there are limits and Nucky can’t expect to have everything. Nucky reminds Edge that he put the man in the governor’s mansion, and then in the senate, which is true, historically. Nucky complains that AC is full of hotels that nobody can get to because the roads there suck. From what we’ve seen of that one road through Hammonton (which, I believe, became the AC Expressway some 40 years later) the roads to Atlantic City are, indeed, fairly crappy. Nucky says they need paved highways so cars can come and go. Hague says he needs paved highways so cars and trucks full of liquor can come and go, and Nucky points out that the guy’s not drinking lemonade. Nucky finally calls Hague out on his BS—Nucky suspects all Hague wants is a payout so he’ll back off on going after a chunk of the road money. Hague says he’ll have to do some calculations, and Nucky calls him a democrat, so I guess the governor didn’t come to the party after all. Talk turns to Edge possibly making a White House bid, and Edge offers to try and control Governor Edwards, while he’s there.
That settled, the senator asks for a new drink, and requests a Pimm’s Cup. Eddie apologizes profusely but says there’s no Pimm’s. Nucky looks murderous, but Edge tells him to chill and orders a brandy instead. He merely sees this as an illustration of his point that one can’t have everything. He and Hague chuckle, but Nucky still looks pissed. I really wouldn’t want to be in Eddie’s shoes later tonight.
Pearl’s sponging herself off, dully asking Fedora Guy if he’s ready to leave. He’s in the background, getting dressed, and asks what her hurry is. She coldly tells him this isn’t a love story. He compliments her on being classy and says that Jimmy has good taste. She says she’ll pass on the compliment. He asks for something to remember her by, so she tightens the belt on her robe and approaches him, reminding him of the classic no kissing rule. He reaches out and strokes her cheeks, saying she’s like an angel. Then he pulls a knife and slashes her right across the face. Jesus! I did not need to see that. She collapses onto the floor, screaming in agony so loudly everyone can clearly hear it downstairs. The bouncer dashes for the stairs, but Fedora Guy’s partner shoots at him, then shoots into the ceiling several times. Fedora Guy and his goons take off as customers and prostitutes duck and scream. Maybe next time Al will listen when Jimmy tells him someone’s a scary guy. Poor Pearl. We hardly knew ye. I’m guessing California’s not going to happen now.
Margaret’s strolling down the boardwalk, smiling happily, apparently on her way to work. As she passes a newsstand, she notices a newspaper with the headline “Russian Princess Revealed as Fraud” and her face falls. Fairy tale’s over.
Upstairs in Nucky’s rooms, Eli’s giving the run-down of the encounter with the Klansman, apologizing for not bringing it to Nucky’s attention earlier, but explaining he didn’t think Nucky wanted news like that on his birthday. Eddie comes in with some papers for Nucky to sign, noting that Edge ran up an impressive bill–$1,800. Holy crap! That was the equivalent of about $20K now! Nucky signs and hands the papers back to Eddie. Eli wonders aloud if he should return the ring that was removed along with the finger, or if that would be adding insult to injury? Heh. Nucky ignores him, focusing instead on the Alka Seltzer tab Eddie’s dissolving in a goblet of water for Nucky.
In the cold light of day, Jimmy approaches Pearl’s bedroom door. The madam meets him and Jimmy asks how Pearl’s doing, so I guess he heard about what happened. And judging from the angle of that cut, I’m guessing the girl lost an eye, so I’m thinking she’s not doing so well. The madam only says that the doctor’s given her a sedative. Jimmy asks to see her, and she gently tells him Pearl needs to sleep. Al comes running up behind him as Jimmy asks if it’s bad. The madam just takes the flowers Jimmy brought (aww) and says she’ll put them in a vase. Jimmy peeks into the room just long enough to see Pearl on the bed, bandaged up like the Phantom of the Opera, being given a shot by the doctor. The door closes and Al comes over, reassuring Jimmy by pointing to his own injury and saying that he’s still beautiful. Aww, that was, in a strange way, kinda cute and sweet.
Great, a Klan meeting and Mickey Doyle all in one episode. This must be my lucky day. Mickey’s meeting with his Philly crew, and telling them that they killed the wrong black guy. One of the guys says that it sent a message all the same, which is true, I have to admit. A new member of the Philly crew is introduced as Theo, to go along with his brothers Leo and Ignatius. Doyle makes a crack about them all being named after popes, and Theo flies off the handle, holding scissors to Doyle’s neck and asking if he doesn’t like God or something. Doyle tells him to calm down, and Leo (the apparent leader) demands to know where the $7K he owes them is. Doyle promises to get it, and then offers them a deal: he’ll set up a robbery of one of Nucky’s collectors. Leo agrees, but warns Doyle that if he screws this up, Theo will be giving him a hell of a haircut. Please, please, please screw it up!
Edge is in his office, working away when a flunky arrives with a delivery from Nucky. It’s a case of Pimm’s, and a note that reads “I do expect to have everything”.
Luciano lurks outside the stage door of Gillian’s burlesque, watching some of the girls standing out there smoking. Gillian comes up behind him and asks if he’s waiting for someone. He says he’s waiting for her, so she tells him that he’s found her, now tell her what he wants. She knows he wants something, since he’s been following her around for days. Luciano tells her she already knows what he wants, but Gillian says she only knows what she wants. She reaches for his crotch, and they kiss. She tells him to meet her there after the last show.
Margaret’s on her way out at the end of the workday, and she asks for a moment of Mme’s time. Mme asks her to wait a minute, and while she does, Margaret notices Lucy, dressed up, going out on Nucky’s arm for a night on the town. She looks sad, but Mme calls her back to earth to ask what she needs. Margaret just wanted permission to leave, which Mme grants, reminding her to be in early the next morning for inventory. Margaret turns to leave, but takes a moment to run her hand along a silky undergarment on a rack near the door. She glances over her shoulder and sees that Mme is busy writing at her desk, so Margaret grabs the thing off the hanger and shoves it into her purse before hurrying out the door.
Outside, Margaret strides down the boardwalk, looking scared for a minute, and then looking a little relieved and even triumphant. She walks home past Babette’s and the other bright, twinkling lights.