Welcome back! A whole lot and yet, not much, happened this week so let’s jump right in.
Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line.
Fade up on a phone ringing and ringing because people could actually avoid their phones back in 1923. Nucky clicks through to an operator saying he’s been trying to reach Billie Kent for hours and the operator tells him that the only thing he has to worry about is when he runs out of company. Nucky and I are both “The hell?” because those were Jimmy’s last words but it’s just another David Lynch sequence.
Nucky sees a little blond boy whose features aren’t nearly lush enough to be Baby Jimmy but go with it. It’s a dream sequence. He offers Dream Baby Jimmy something to eat then is magically holding a pan of bacon (mmmm, bacon). Before he can plate up the delicious bacon the phone starts ringing even though it’s off the hook, distracting Nucky long enough to hear a gunshot. Dream Baby Jimmy’s been shot under the eye and Nucky’s now holding the smoking gun. As the phone continues to ring (off the hook) Nucky is distraught about killing Dream Baby Jimmy…
But Eddie’s here to wake him from his nightmare. The phone was just Margaret calling and not symbolic or anything. Nucky takes her call and the first words out of Margaret’s mouth are:
And a fine “Fuck you” to you, too, Margaret. Nucky says it nicer, though. Margaret’s wondering where he is because he was supposed to be at the house to meet with Father Schuck, the bishop’s man, to discuss the plans for his Nucky’s awards ceremony. Nucky’s acting like a cranky baby and whining about how he didn’t want to do it anyway and Margaret can’t make him. He practically holds his breath and bitches about it being a “shakedown” but Margaret’s over Nucky and tells him it’s an honor and he can’t say no, and besides, he said appearances matter so it’s time for him to appear like a respectable adult. Nucky gets off one last whine about Margaret writing down everything he says.
They hang up and Nucky remembers more pressing matters. He needs to know if Billie called. Really, Nucky? That’s just…sad. Eddie bluntly informs Nucky that she did not and he needs to drag his ass out of bed because he has a meeting. Nucky pulls himself up and then hallucinates that something’s frying. Phantom smells might be a symptom of a brain tumor.
It’s not a tumah.
Margaret lies to Father Schuck that Nucky’s just too busy with work to make the meeting and the priest smarms that if Nucky didn’t work so hard he wouldn’t have been able to donate all that land. The priest thanks Margaret, again, and she lies that it was all Nucky’s idea. As Father Schuck goes over the logistics Margaret notices that there’s no private audience with the bishop.
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