Nucky’s suite is festooned with floral arrangements and congratulations from all his greedy muckety-muck friends who still need his help. While Eddie reads all the congratulatory telegrams, Nucky’s on the phone, not getting through to Billie, and orders Eddie to bring the car around. Eddie thinks that means they’re going out, but this is a one-man trip. Eddie manages to control his disdain for Nucky’s schoolboy crush and tells him he’ll bring the car around back.
While Nucky scowls at the ringing phone Richard drags Mickey in at gun point. Good security. Must be Pinkerton. Mickey’s crying and sniveling about it all being a joke and Richard’s lecturing him about how a man’s death is no laughing matter and I pause along with Nucky to wonder what the fuck is going on. Richard wants Mickey to admit his lie, which he freely does to stop the creepy half-faced man from pointing a gun at his head.
Killing a man is no laughing matter, but holding Mickey at gun point is.
Richard tells Mickey and Nucky that it’s true, Mickey didn’t kill Manny. Nucky wonders how he knows but Richard wonders how Nucky hasn’t figure it out. Even though Nucky’s fully aware of how Jimmy, and by extent Richard, took care of Neary, he’s still a bit taken aback that Richard would just randomly kill Manny. All Mickey wants is for Richard to put his damn gun down. Which he eventually does, after Nucky asks.
Finally out of danger, Mickey realizes that life’s better as the cockroach no one really cares about and excuses himself. Richard explains how he killed Manny but that’s not at the top of Nucky’s mind, he wants to know why. Richard tells him for Angela and Nucky wants to confirm it wasn’t for “her husband.” (Nice touch making him not say Jimmy’s name.) Richard shows his weird sense of honor and says that Jimmy was a soldier who fought and lost but Angela was an innocent in all this.
Nucky’s pretty sure that Richard knows what happened to Jimmy and wants to make sure nothing will happen to him, Margaret or the children. They’re safe because they were always good to Richard. Jimmy? Eh. Feeling more secure, Nucky asks Richard how many people he’s killed. 63. Does he ever think about them? The question alone answers itself, so Richard points that out to Nucky. Who was probably hoping he’d say “Nah, sleep like a baby even though I’m keeping a running total.” On that bombshell, Richard leaves Nucky with his Dream Baby Jimmy thoughts.
But look at my shiny new medal.
Margaret’s down at the hospital, walking the corridors with Dr. Mason, regaling him with how awesome it was to smack down Landau. Mason’s managed to tamp down most of his dickishness now that Margaret’s gotten them that women’s health clinic but still gets in some incidental assholery when he says he can’t believe she pulled it off. Margaret teases him that she’s sure he meant that as a compliment then gets a little giddy when she finds the clinic’s office. Mason pulls out his pipe but before Margaret can get too stern, he tells her he switched tobaccos. Ah, the approximation of love between a battle-scarred immigrant widow and a priggish doctor. But Margaret can’t hide her joy because she’s about to see the new home of the St. Theresa’s women’s clinic…which is currently being used as a storage closet. D’oh.
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