Rothstein turns to greet another guest and criminal: Gyp Rosetti, who's carrying the little Uggie dog that once belonged to the guy he just killed. Nucky approaches the men and greets Rosetti in particular. Rosetti complains about his flat tire, and Nucky astutely wonders if it was perhaps near Tabor Heights. New faces, new problems, Nuck. After some semi-friendly ball-busting between Rosetti and Luciano, Rosetti turns to Nucky and starts in on a bit of business: he's been getting a lot of demand for rum lately. Before he can finish, Eddie Cantor sways up to Nucky, saying, "Cleopatra requests your presence." I guess he means Margaret. Slighted -- you know Gyp Rosetti and how he loves taking offense at things! -- Gyp is like, "That's okay, I didn't want to finish my thought." Oh, you big baby. Nucky says it nicer, pinching the man's cheek and telling him to relax, it's a party. Somehow, I doubt he's relaxing any time soon. Nucky heads to the next room to raise a glass to all his guests. Everybody cheers as Eddie shouts "To Nucky and Margaret Thompson." Gyp's scowling face is comically un-subtle.

George Meuller makes his last stop of the night, to the Farraday Electric Iron Company's New Year's Eve party, where a bunch of unglamorous people are living it up like they matter. With something that might be mistaken for a smile on his face, our Van Alden crows that he made 24 sales today, drawing some impressed comments from his co-workers, but probably not the thunderstruck awe he was hoping for. They also tell him that he's a day late and about $500 short, since some guy named Phil is the big winner. Van Alden looks at the tally on the chalkboard, where he currently sits at zero (aw), and Phil has notched seventeen sales. Van Alden does the math for them: his 24 beats Phil's 17. Ah, but the catch: the contest ended at 9 PM. Van Alden insists it was 10 PM. His boss, one Scotty Gulliver, is being nice about it, but his co-workers seem like drunken louts. At least Van Alden is letting them drink without drowning them, though. Progress! Still, as he tells Gulliver, he was going to use that money to buy a new house for him and his wife. We all saw what happened to Chevy Chase when he didn't get his Christmas bonus in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, so if I were Scotty Gulliver, I'd watch my step.

Back at the New Year's party, Margaret is chatting with a lady guest about Carrie Duncan's historic flight tomorrow. Margaret is fixated on the idea of soaring through the air like a bird. "Free?" marvels her friend, laying on the thematics a little thickly, I'd say. Margaret jokes that 30 hours in the air would be all the freedom she'd need. Then, Owen Sleater shows up, saying the bar is low on champagne. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and starts making the sex eyes at Margaret. I know it's not just me feeling the bang vibes coming off this guy, because Margaret's friend has to turn around and start another conversation, lest she be accused of attending a sex show. This guy can really turn it on. He tries to start a conversation with Margaret about how it's already New Year's in the old country, but she simply tells him to give her regards to Katy (ouch) and turns back to her friend, who knows things got weird just there, and Margaret knows she knows.