Obviously troubled, Nucky can't go to sleep, so he heads for the bar at Torrio's place. About a third of the way into a bottle of whiskey, he's joined by Jimmy. Nucky makes another crack at Jimmy's suit, then asks who his friend out in the vestibule is. Richard Harrow introduces himself, and for the first time I get a glimpse of his wicked throat scar. Nice. "I need you to come home, James," Nucky says, getting right to it. He explains how Eli's been shot, and combined with the attacks on Chalky and O'Neill, he can only surmise that he's at war. "Someone's got it in their head that I'm weak, that I have no means of retaliation." He needs Jimmy to do that retaliation -- things he can't ask Eli to do (and certainly not now that he's laid up). It's not lost on Jimmy that Nucky is asking this after treating him like an actual piece of shit earlier. Plus, Jimmy says, he's got a good thing going in Chicago. Nucky wonders how far he can possibly hope to advance -- Jimmy's Irish, Torrio and company are Italian. It's a fraternity he'll never fully be able to be a part of. Jimmy, noting that his suit that Nucky keeps mentioning, cost 70 bucks. Nucky notes the lack of subtlety in this change of subject and makes him an offer: 5% of whatever comes into A.C. by boat, 10% of anything that comes on wheels. "And that Fed?" Jimmy asks. Nucky says he will work that out. Jimmy says he'll think about it, and Nucky agrees to that. Only, "don't ever keep me waiting again." Oh, Nucky. Always holding into that thin thread of "Better Than You." Always looking Presidential.
Margaret has schlepped the kids over to Nucky's suite and tucked them back in to bed. She then heads to his desk to retrieve that ledger. The one she's not supposed to open. Nope. Nosiree. And she doesn't, but only because the phone rings right as she's about to touch it. She answers, but whomever made the call declines to speak to her. Garden-variety skittishness about speaking to anyone but Nucky on such a volatile night, or something more sinister?