Eli returns home to awful screaming children and his wife who says she's been having a nightmare of a time with Pa Thompson. He's agitated and won't let her change his bed -- it's been days, in fact. Eli goes up -- aw, RIP, Tom Aldredge -- and checks on his dad. He's reading the paper and commenting on the "bullshit" that's happening to Nucky. He has no idea Eli is in on it, so Eli has to be all, "Yeah, right?" Pa is antsy, saying he's gotta be ready in case "he" needs him. Eli tries to get him to rest, but Pa continues. "What'll become of him?" Eli says he'll turn out okay. "You can handle things," Pa says. "But Eli? He has no goddamn idea what he's doing!" Ah, yes. The power of truth-telling dementia.
Back home, Margaret is looking through her Pinkertons care package. There are photos of people -- adults, children -- and what appear to be immigration records -- along with a typed report, which is pretty difficult to read. But I press on, for your benefit! It appears to say that members of the Rowan family emigrated to New York some years ago and now reside in Brooklyn. Nucky returns home, and Margaret quickly shoves the papers into the nightstand drawer. Nucky has news: Chalky's going to make bail. Margaret is happy about that, but obviously sullen. She tries to pass it off as the book she's reading, but Nucky presses. "I'll do the worrying for the both of us," he says. She talks of her brother and sisters whom she left when she left Ireland. They're here now, in Brooklyn. She'd like to make contact, obviously, but things didn't end well with them when she left. Nucky understand and tries to cheer her up. When this business all blows over, he wants to take her to Paris, kids and all. It's important, he says, to always have something to look forward to.
You'd hope that Jimmy has more to look forward to than Gillian filing his nails for him and instructing him on how to behave during the upcoming dinner with the Governor and the Commodore. She wants him to take his father's lead but be his own man as well. Jimmy bristles at the instruction -- "So I shouldn't let him cut my meat for me?" -- but it's hard to take this kind of attitude from a guy as his mommy is giving him a manicure. Jimmy, who's been more than a little wary of this newfound alliance between Ma and Pa, says, "You used to call him the Lech." Gillian pretends she doesn't know what he's talking about. She and the Commodore have come a long way. She says she grew up and learned forgiveness. "By that logic I should forgive Nucky," Jimmy says. Angela, passing through the room, asks, "Forgive Nucky for what?" Gillian and Jimmy promptly ignore her (like, seriously, isn't Angela living every "Nightmare mother-in-law and her umbilically attached offspring" scenario ever), but her question lingers in the air, because it's pretty valid. Gillian says it's nice Jimmy stands up for her honor. "I was a mere child when Nucky brought me to your father." Subtle way to keep Nucky the villain, lady. Jimmy's more concerned with how damn ridiculous the Commodore looks with his new black hair. "To you, maybe," Gillian says, masking her opportunism as compassion so smoothly you'd think she was sincere. "To the outside world, it just looks like the Commodore." Jimmy talks a little about Capone's father, who Al said had recently died. He was a barber. "Sometimes I think I'd be better suited to a different life," Jimmy says. Gillian thinks he's a natural leader. Oh really? Which part is most leaderish, Gil? The mumbly speaking voice? The permanent state of ambivalence? The fact that he just now expressed a preference to be a barber? "And what are you?" he asks her. "Just a woman who loves her family."