Richard’s brought Tommy to the only safe place he can think of: Julia’s. It’s the middle of the night but he won’t let her turn on the porch light. Julia’s smart enough, and spent enough time with damaged men, to know nothing good has happened and wants to know if he’s all right. Richard answers in the most disconcerting way that “neither of them is hurt.”
Julia wants to know what that means, but Paul turns on the house light so Julia can see that Richard’s face is splattered in blood. She’s horrified but Richard tells her it’s not their blood, not comprehending that the blood, in and of itself, is horrifying. Paul comes up behind Julia as she quavers to ask who’s blood is it, then. Paul, who’s blessedly sober, steps in and tells her to take Tommy. He’s calm and fatherly so Julia relaxes a bit and takes the sleeping child from Richard. She looks so disappointed and scared and he just looks so anguished and Paul, drunk, crazy, grieving Paul, is the gentle voice of reason taking care of them both.
With the child safely in Julia’s arms, Paul tells her to take him to Fred’s room (really??!??!) but Julia wants to know what’s going on. Paul shows some of that good father he probably was before the PTSD and inconsolable grieving over a lost son, and tells her forcefully but not unkindly to take Tommy upstairs. And turn off the lamp. This shakes Richard up and he looks even more anguished. Paul isn’t judging, though. He just wants to know if anyone saw him pull up. No. Then he gently reprimands Richard, telling him a soldier doesn’t come home like that and to clean himself up.
Paul promises to talk to Julia and starts to tell Richard that things will look better in the light of day but Richard stops him and says no. All that matters is for Tommy to be safe, which he is, then he walks off. Sober Paul isn’t that bad a guy. Too bad Richard’s too far gone to appreciate it.
It’s the next morning and Esther’s phone rings. Missed you! It’s Andrew Mellon. Esther snaps back a pithy little “Is it really?” Mellon counters with a snobbish “Why would I claim otherwise?” These two crazy kids. Mellon wants to speak with her where her conversation can’t be overheard. He imperiously tells her that one of his business enterprises has been illicitly commandeered and he’d like her to shutter the premises. Esther wants to know which enterprise. The Overholt Distillery.
Esther gets a “Smell this guy,” look on her face and asks if he wants her to arrest Enoch Thompson. No, Nucky’s the one who called it in. So who is it? Mellon goes silent for a moment as a trouble-making little gnome with a molasses-soaked Southern accent bends into the frame. Oh, wait. That’s just Means telling Mellon to tell Esther it’s Arnold. Rothstein. SHABLAM! Nucky played all them bitches.
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