And it's bathroom break time, by which I mean we get a scene between everyone's favorite characters, Harry Daugherty and Jess Smith. Daugherty attempts to cheer Smith up with a sunny story about a tornado in '85 that was so bad they never found "poor Mary Shackleford," but his point is that the next morning, in the light of day, everyone picks up the pieces and moves on. As for Daugherty, why, he's thinking of retiring to some fly-fishin' and porch-sittin'! This seems to ease Smith's mind, and he admits his heart was never in this. Daugherty, instead of saying, "no shit," says that lately his hasn't been either. Then he tells a brightening Jess to get some sleep, and things will look better in the morning. "And you're totally going to live until morning, that's not a problem," says Daugherty.
Speaking of people in better moods, Margaret is singing a lullaby as she tucks the children in at the hotel. "How long do we have to stay here?" asks Teddy. "Not for much longer," says Margaret, who then shifts into actually-talking-about-something-else mode: "Soon we'll all leave, and see what adventures await." Then ol' buzzkill Nucky is in the doorway, promising they'll all return home as soon as the repairs are done. Margaret turns out the light and wordlessly walks past him out of the room.
Julia and Richard are having a fire on the beach, and I hope they're talking about going on a multi-state killing spree. Turns out they're discussing former sexual partners, or the 1920s equivalent, which is people they almost married. Julia wants to know if there was anyone waiting for Richard after the war. Jenny Hastings, he says: "We rode horses together. She'd write, knit me a scarf. Married my cousin when I was in France." I know it's probably largely due to necessity, but god love Richard's economy of language. He doesn't even say, "and you?" but just looks at Julia expectantly. She explains that she was 20, and her beau was 32 (she didn't say "beau" but how many chances does one get to use it in 2012?), a widower with three children. She was 20 and about to take on a widower with three kids? God, the '20s sucked. But then her brother Freddy was killed and her father... she doesn't finish that sentence because she doesn't need to. And anyway, her beau married the daughter of the man who ran the telegraph office (growth industry!) and had three more kids. Yeah, you're better off, Julia. "I wish I could kiss you," says Richard, and Julia leans in and they do just that. And then again. You know, I really hope things end happily for Richard, but I certainly have my doubts.