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Gyp thinks Chalky will sell out Nucky for $25K and we get yet another more common racist term but Gyp decides he needs to speechify and says he wants Nucky in front of him, either on his knees or on a slab. Then he throws Regina at a random and tells him to find her some food. He’s got the attention span of a really dangerous toddler.
Tonino’s trying to move it along and tells Gyp what he thinks Gyp should do, like call Masseria, square everything with Nucky’s network, keep everything steady. Gyp’s besotted with all of Nucky’s luxury, sniffing his brandy and fondling his fancy desk and just wants Tonino to shut up so he can enjoy/enrage (I think those emotions are one and the same for Gyp) himself with Nucky’s things. He finds Nucky’s copy of “Ragged Dick” signed by his “loving mother” on Nucky’s 12th birthday and that’s enough to tip Gyp over into full-blown rage and he decides he can’t work out of Nucky’s office, anymore. To his credit, he did last about five minutes before reaching that stage.
Nucky’s driving Eddie to the hospital and trying to keep the older man lucid long enough, but Eddie’s becoming delirious from the blood loss. (And yet, still serving Nucky.) Nucky tells him they’re at the hospital but he’s going to have to leave Eddie there. Eddie’s now switched to mumbling in German.
While Nucky’s frantically trying to get someone to take Eddie inside, Landau, the prig who was such a dick to Margaret, saunters up all imperious and shit wanting to know what’s going on. Nucky tries to calmly tell Landau that he needs some discretion and that it was an accident, but Eddie needs some help. Landau tries to lean away to leave but Nucky grabs him by the lapel and reminds him that there’s a “fucking wing” named after him and he just needs a little help, but too late. Two of Gyp’s goons are walking up to the hospital and start firing on Nucky’s car; one even runs alongside as Nucky drives off. A for effort, random Gyp goon, but Nucky still gets away because, you know, he’s in a CAR.
Luciano’s bitchsmoking in the rain as two heretofore unknown goons walk up. Luciano’s trying to be all tough, but the two noobs couldn’t care less. Luciano doesn’t recognize the skinny guy. He’s Sam Moceri from Buffalo and he can’t talk because he got his throat slashed back in Castellammare for stealing chickens. Or something like that. Whatever, he’s “Magaddino’s” guy and Luciano buys this, no questions asked. Dumbass.