On a roadside somewhere in New Jersey, Eli stands outside his car in the creeping fog. How he got out of Tabor Heights without any of the dozens of cop/criminals around him noticing is a matter best left to the cutting-room floor, I suppose. Eli waits for the convoy from Mickey's warehouse to approach, and when they do, he stands in the middle of the road with his arms out.

In the lead car, Snitchy the Teen recognizes Eli but it like, "Fuck that, Mickey told us not to stop for anyone." So the cars all blow past Eli, not hearing as he screams, "It's an ambush!" Eli races to his car, to try and catch up, but it won't start. He's too late anyway, as shots pop off in the distance. A few, then many more, then machine-gun fire. At the scene of the crime, Rosetti's men -- cops and criminals alike -- clear out the bodies (R.I.P. Snitchy) and retrieve the booze. Rosetti surveys the scene and makes dumb small talk with his Head Goon about which waitresses at the diner they intend to fuck.

Once more in Chicago, Capone wakes up his son and plays him a little ukulele song. The kid places his hand on his dad's throat so he can feel the vibrations as his dad sings a song about "My Buddy."

We keep hearing the song as we head back to the boardwalk in AC, where Nucky is returning to the Ritz. Eli finds him first, and pulls him aside. He's got to tell him the bad news about tonight.

Oh, and just in case you thought the juxtaposition of happy song and bad news wasn't thick enough, we cut to Margaret in bed, reading that Carrie Duncan -- aviatrix and symbol of Margaret's desires for freedom -- has been lost and presumed dead.

So. Everything is terrible, it looks like!

Joe R is pouring one out for Snitchy. He can be reached for lavish praise and nothing but at joseph.reid21@gmail.com.