While Jimmy's learning this news, Angela is at home, packing up to leave his ass. Tommy, adorably, is asking if daddy's coming. Or Gillian. Nope, just the two of them and Aunt Mary. She leaves a note on the bed for Jimmy and everything.

Meanwhile, Nucky's gone to visit a recovering Eli and talk about the ugliness with Margaret. "She knows," Nucky tells him, chagrinned but not exactly panicky. Eli says she "suspects," but she can't KNOW. Not unless ... yeah, so Nucky confirmed it for her (or at least didn't deny it). This does not make Eli happy. "I wanted to hurt her," Nucky admits. "Then what do you think these are for?" asks Eli as he puts up his dukes. Okay, first of all, the terrifyingly blunt reminder of the domestic violence realities of the '20s (not to mention the irony of Eli suggesting that as a solution in Margaret's case specifically), you have to realize Eli isn't just making the Ralph Kramden "to the moon" gesture. He's got both fists up like a pugilist waiting to go 12 rounds with Jack Johnson. What a buffoon. Anyway, that's not who Nucky is, which -- as Eli points out -- is quite the fine fucking line when he's the guy who ordered Hans Schroeder's murder. Nucky says that was different because Hans deserved it, which draws a whole other tirade from Eli about how Nucky's playing this whole thing like the arbiter of right and wrong. This is business! Eli's already got a bullet in his gut from Nucky taking his eye off the business. And if Fletcher gets elected, it's open season on them all. Eli continues to rail against Margaret, and Nucky's obsession with her, which he sees as Nucky's attempt to cleanse his soul (which is certainly how Lucy sees it, if you recall). Eli says he's got eight kids and a life to think about while Nucky is going around town getting his ass kissed. Nucky, pointedly calm, stands up and compares Eli to Hardeen: "It's an entertaining act, but if he wasn't Houdini's brother, nobody would give a fuck."

Jimmy stops by to see Gillian, and he ever so gently brings up the subject of the arsenic. Well, first he asks how much money the Commodore has ... implying that she's got something to gain from his death. Gillian plays dumb, so Jimmy lays it out: "It's fine with me. Whatever you want to do. The other day I ate a cookie at his house and it made me vomit." And then he produces the bottle of poison. So ... yeah. I do like that Jimmy's not judging and using his "I" statements.