Nucky arrives at his office -- his actual government office, which he stops by infrequently enough that he's not sure if his secretary's name is Enid or Eunice. (It's Eunice.) Nucky asks Eunice to round up the aldermans of all the wards, and the mayor, ASAP. And to "keep up the good work." Aw. While Eddie tries to negotiate the thing where he always stands while Nucky is in the room, Nucky ducks back out to Eunice and asks her to get the number of a florist.
At home, Margaret brusquely supervises the maids as they prepare the dining room. She receives the flowers Nucky has sent -- roses with a romantic little (unsigned) card. The kids are roughhousing, with Teddy chasing his sister with a hammer. Margaret yells at him and takes it away, just as there's a knock at the door. You guys! It's a cute Irish guy! He asks for Mrs. Thompson, or the lady of the house, anyway. In order, Margaret's like, "There is none" and "You are speaking with her." He introduces himself as Owen Slater, advance man for John McGarrigle, Nucky's dinner guest tonight. She tells him he's early. He notices Emily and one of the maids inside the house and gestures towards them: "your daughters?" Margaret, horrified, is like "Only the little one!" Real smooth, guy. He apologizes and flashes a charming smile, though. That's not bad. He's come to ensure that the Thompson home is safe for McGarrigle's visit. Margaret bristles, saying, "We're not much for threatening guests," Slater's like, "Well ... the hammer." She explains about her son, Teddy, and says he's in his room. "...He's seven!" she adds. Heh.
Back at jail, one of the prisoners is making a whistling noise with his mouth-breathing, and Purnsley snaps at him to cut it out. The guy's like, "It's how I breathe," but Purnsley brags about doing three years in ankle chains by "finding that place up here nobody can get to." Surprise, he takes that metaphor as an excuse to mock Chalky further, saying his mental happy place is all soft and pillowy and full of light-skinned wives and Tom Sawyer books. Chalky, as ever, sits and seethes intensely. That's pretty much his reaction through this whole episode, so just assume that. "Maybe I climb up there with you," Purnsley oozes. "Jazz that woman up while you lickin' the plate." This dude is a poet of being awful. Chalky says he can do what he wants; it'll just be him and his right hand anyway. Purnsley laughs so purely that you might be fooled into thinking he's genuine; but when he tells Chalky they're going to get along fine, all the menace floods back into his voice. Then he starts whistling threateningly.