At St. Theresa's Hospital, Margaret is getting the grand tour, along with Father Brennan. Why she's getting the royal treatment becomes clear when they enter the Enoch and Margaret Thompson Pediatric Annex, obviously bought with the money from the land she deeded over to the church. As she accepts congratulations, a haggard-looking woman approaches the group, her arm outstretched, saying, "Someone, help please." Appears to be reaching toward Margaret -- the only woman in the group. Dr. Landau and the tour guide look at her, fully make the decision to ignore her, and go back to the tour, at which point the woman starts bleeding from under her skirt and onto the floor. She passes out into Dr. Laundau. Margaret screams and Landau calls for another doctor and some nurses to take care of this woman. While the woman is still being placed on a gurney, the tour continues to the new conference room and the courtyard. No one but Margaret seems very effected.
Hey there, Agent Val Alden! Or George Meuller, I suppose. Cicero, Illinois looks particularly gray and chilly and unwelcoming on this day. Van Alden rings the doorbell of a man who appears to be making his own bathtub gin inside; so Van Alden's here to make an arrest, then? The man opens the door to this grim face of awfulness and braces himself for bad news. It IS bad news, of course, but not the kind he suspects: this here Mr. Meuller is selling electric irons door to door. On New Year's Eve. Surprisingly, the man is not interested in a product that could save her hours of backbreaking labor. Come back next week, the guy says shortly. But the company is holding a sales contest, says Van Alden, and today is the last day. That gets the door shut in his face. Rookie mistake, Meuller! The people don't care about your sales incentives! We then get a nice shot down the corridor of rowhouses, where Van Alden rings every bell, right down the line, finding no success.
Back in Atlantic City, Richard has taken Tommy to the carnival, and at the moment, he is wrecking shit at the sharpshooter booth, knocking down every single tin Indian and Buffalo, to the applause of a scattered crowd. Finally, the sour carnie tells him he's had enough, so he moves on amiably. "Your dad was a good shooter," Richard says, as they pass the freak show (because Richard's a freak, see). Tommy talks about what he's heard about his father, who killed people in the war and got his leg hurt. Who told him that? "My mama." Richard: "Your mother was a beautiful woman." He talks about the time she painted a picture of him. Tommy doesn't believe him -- his Mom doesn't paint. "She's taking me to the movies tomorrow." Richard's confused. Who's he talking about? Tommy gives an annoyed "My mooooother!" which felt all too real. Richard realizes he's talking about Gillian, not Angela. Gillian's has him thinking she's his mother, in 18 short months. The child and his caregiver leave to get some cotton candy.