Back in Cicero, George Meuller's awful, fat colleagues are feeling bad for the prank they pulled on him, so they invite him to go out to Herkmeyer's for some after-work drinks. Van Alden's instinct is to decline, but they assure him the pen gag was just hazing, as they've done to so many others. He's now in their club! How fortunate. Because Michael Shannon is the least subtle actor any of us knows, we see Van Alden visibly swallow his pride and rage as he consents to going out for a drink or two. What could it hurt, right?
Back at the reception following mass, Nucky is still staring at children while Cornelia marvels to Margaret about her knighted husband. Nucky totally ignores them and is aloof in the extreme when Margaret prods him to socialize. He excuses himself to use the facilities -- which translates to him ducking out to a telephone to try calling Billie again, still getting no answer at her flat. Of course, this would be the exact moment that the bishop has deigned to have an audience with the Thompsons. You'd think Nucky's absence would be disastrous for this moment that Margaret has obviously put much effort into setting up, but it turns out Nucky was totally incidental to what's about to go down.
She calls over Dr. Landau and his wife to meet this bishop, and this is obviously a big deal for Landau. So this is the plan, then? To leverage the bishop to gain some goodwill with Landau for future use? Ohhhh, that is not nearly a savvy enough move for our Peg of Old. "Dr. Landau is trying to convince my husband and I to sponsor a women's health clinic at our hospital," Margaret says with a giant smile on his face. Landau turns to her like he's just been shanked. Which he has.
He stammers in his rush to seem like he knows what he's talking about, but Margaret is all too eager to help him clarify his intention to offer programs on "nutrition, hygiene, and ... what was it? Pre-natal care." She says that last term like it's the first she's ever heard it. Gosh, I do enjoy a willful Margaret Thompson. The bishop says that, on the subject of pre-natal care, there are some "delicate" matters that will have to be avoided. He's talking about contraception, of course, and Margaret knows better than to push her luck with the bishop on this (though I'd expect it to present itself as an issue down the line) and says she and her husband had the same concerns, "but still: a worthy endeavor, don't you think?" The bishop smiles and deems it a touch of the modern. "Only a touch," Margaret responds, absolutely nailing the breezy tone she needed to take with this. Horror stories about miscarriage and bleeding from lady parts was not going to convince the bishop. Making it sound like a harmless way to make the Church look good? Much better.