Tommy tosses around in bed. Richard hears him and sits on the edge of the boy’s bed. Tommy slowly awakes and Richard asks if he’s okay because, even if he wasn’t there to watch over Tommy, he’s still the best guardian that boy has. Tommy gets sad and sounds so very little when he says he wants to go home. Richard gets sad for the boy and rubs his shoulder for comfort. I wish you could go home, too, Tommy.
Nucky walks up to his office door with Margaret close behind and Owen tells him that Torrio sends his regrets. Nucky snides “How thougthtful” but Owen correctly points out that Chicago’s a bit of a ways from AC so it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Nucky’s ready to start the meeting and tells Owen to open the door, but not to stand too close to him. Okay, I’m sure that’s important. Nucky walks over to his desk and as Owen goes to close the door, Margaret seals his fate by telling him that they’ll go, as soon as they’re able. Good luck with that, Peg. I’m sure it will work out well for you. Then she walks across the long foyer through the phalanx of extras, and Mickey, like she’s Regina Fucking George and rolling her eyes so hard I’m surprised she didn’t sprain a socket.
I’m sure he won’t come looking for us, or have you killed. He’s really very reasonable.
Back in his office, Nucky’s fairly lucid but he has a bout of blurred vision and tinnitus. He soldiers through it and lays out his case. He falters early on but recovers quickly to tell them that they work best when they have the goodwill and trust of each other, and that there are great, new opportunities with allies in Washington and markets opening out west, all the way to Chicago, conveniently leaving out how he was responsible for Remus’ arrest.
Nucky offers to share these opportunities, but Frankie Yale questions Nucky’s new stance and Waxey says he has no beef with Rosetti. Nucky rightly points out “not yet,” but Waxey thinks he’s in the clear because he doesn’t go looking for fights. Neither does Nucky, but that’s where he is. Lonergan says it’s Nucky’s bad luck, but Nucky also correctly points out that next time it will be Lonergan’s or anyone else in that room because Gyp is Bat. Shit. Crazy.
Nucky knows they’re all praying the rosary and thanking the baby Jesus that Gyp focused on him first, but they’re on the clock so he thinks that they can either fight each other from their own fiefdoms or they can work together to set the new rules that are mutually beneficial. Charlie wants to know how it would work. Nucky goes off on a tangent about how Gyp’s trying to steal everything he’s built and if they help him get rid of Gyp, he will “proudly” call them his partners.
And if you all promise to risk your lives to help me, you’ll each get a bright, shiny BFF plaque.
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