Gillian's brought a doctor over to see the Commodore as she tries to feed him soup. Doc, meanwhile, is busy examining the Commodore's gross, scabby feet, for what medical reason I cannot say. He notes that there's something wrong with every organ in the man's body, which, yes, seems pretty bad. I also can't say why Doc feels the need to cut off some of the 'Dore's hair, but I'm sure medicine was practiced quite differently in the 1920s. Commodore resists, with the kneejerk self-protection of an old man who can't do much but crouch back into his withered cocoon. But by now, Jimmy has showed up, and he helps to calm his father down while the doctor shears off some hair. As "cats in the cradle" moments go, Cat Stevens would probably find it wanting, but when the Commodore whispers "You're a good son," you realize it's clearly the closest they've ever been. Gillian looks a bit overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation, and Jimmy offers to stay with him overnight. I guess keeping time with Al Capone can prepare you for enduring any old kind of company. When Gillian leaves, Jimmy sits down, looks over at his dying father, and tries to keep from crying.

Nucky and Margaret are dressing up for what promises to be a madcap evening of zany hilarity with the Daughters of the American Revolution. He's trying to tell her that she doesn't need to go -- I can't imagine he brought Lucy around to meet those women -- but Margaret is still mad at him and intent on being as passive-aggressive as she can be. Nucky then decides to tackle the Anabelle moment head-on, explaining that they used to have a thing years back -- he was helping her out. "Like you helped me out?" Margaret scoffs. Nucky says anyways, he thought Anabelle was Margaret's friend. "So you wouldn't fuck her?" Margaret asks, and Nucky gets really offended at her language, which is rich. She asks if he's rather she be demure and stay silent about what she's seen and been told. He asks what that would be, and she says, "That you're capable of anything." Van Alden told her that. And so we get to the meat of the argument: Margaret hates having to stand silent, and often be an accomplice, to what are obviously Nucky's illegal activities. Nucky, meanwhile, says she never objected to any of this before, beyond the cursory tut-tutting to make sure he knows she's a good person. "A good person wouldn't be here right now," he tells her. "You don't know what I am," she says, meekly.