As Nucky stomps out of the casino, he gets hollered at by one Hans Schroeder, who is drunk (it can't be close to noon at this point) and waving around the fat stack of bills Nucky gave Margaret. It's the money that twigs Nucky to who this guy is, as Hans rants about Nucky minding his own business. "That money's for your wife," Nucky orders. Hans peels off a few bills and throws them at Nucky, saying he's winning anyway. Now, normally, a slight, slippery guy like Nucky is going to get the jump on you anyway. But if the other guy is a big, tall lunk of European oaf AND drunk to boot? Well, you get what happens to Hans, which is his face slammed on the craps table a few times in rapid succession. Nucky orders him tossed the fuck out, which one of the casino employees does by actually grabbing him by his shirt collar and belt. See, stupid bouncers today. No appreciation for the classics. Meanwhile, the degenerates at the table (some of them dressed up in Sunday finery, but who are they fooling?) drop to the ground to salvage the money Hans dropped.

And while we're already low to the ground, let's visit another of Atlantic City's fine attractions: midget boxing! We see Al Capone is already having a jolly old time watching the fight when he's approached by Jimmy, who has an idea. "How much you know about this haul coming in for Rothstein?" Another freeze-frame (Marty!) tells us this is something of a turning point.