Pa Thompson's got his leg in a makeshift splint as Eli and his deputy try to lift him into a chair. He's screaming bloody murder, and that incoherent screaming turns to abuse the moment Nucky arrives. Eli passive-aggressively says he called Nucky's office to be told he was out with his "ladyfriend." Pa mockingly asks if this was "Mabel," but an annoyed Nucky tells him Mabel was his wife and she's been dead for some time. They finally get him into the chair, as he wails about being on the floor for five hours before Eli happened to stop by. They wheel him out to the ambulance, and then Eli comes back to the kitchen, where Nucky is looking around the room with a combination of nostalgia and disgust. Eli tries to give him grief about taking up with Margaret -- he did arrange to have her husband killed and all. Nucky says she'll never find out. I'm not so sure part of her doesn't already know. Nucky then proposes putting Pa into a nursing home and selling the house. Eli refuses the former idea, offering to take the awful old coot into his own home. But it does seem time to unload the house. Nucky proposes giving it away to someone named "Fleming," who is starting out with a family. Nucky thinks a "decent family" could make it into a home. The implications of that statement hang in the air while Nucky complains about a toaster he bought Pa that's never been plugged in. On the bright side, he probably would have put a cat in that thing, so...

Chalky White is grousing about poorly made counterfeit labels for his counterfeit whiskey when a persistent knocking at the door reveals himself to be a nasally-voiced pipsqueak of a bootlegger who introduces himself as Michael Lewis, from the borough of Manhattan. He talks in exaggerated formalities, like he's trying to make himself seem more legitimate by saying "the borough of Manhattan" instead of "Noo Yawk." Chalky is, let's say, standoffish. Lewis's proposition: he buys 1,000 cases directly from Chalky, cutting out the middleman. That middleman being Nucky. To sweeten the deal -- or at least to prove he's not just blowing smoke, Lewis hands him $10,000 in cash. Chalky fans out the money for a moment, then tells Lewis to "tell Nucky Thompson it's gonna take a lot more than ten grand to get me to fuck him over." Lewis looks confused but doesn't protest, even when Chalky throws the money back in his face. He doesn't lose his chipper, can-do attitude, though. "Can't blame a fella for trying," he chirps. Chalky looks back at him, troubled.