At Mickey's warehouse, our favorite weasel is supervising the preparations for tonight's shipment to New York, and who do we see there but Agent Sawicki, the federal agent who didn't get his ass burnt when Mickey's last warehouse blew up. Seems he's on the take now, and even though Mickey treats him like something he found on his shoe, he still makes his payment when Sawicki demands it. Eli shows up, a little later than 8 AM, but it seems he's changed his tune about working for Eli, and he starts loading crates.

Back in New York, Nucky and Billie are at the cabaret with Billie's flightly, airheaded, but ultimately well-meaning friend Viola trying to explain Billie's idea for a hummingbird routine. He seems to be merely putting up with their girlish gabbing, but he does get the kind of attention he so craves when he name-drops Lee Shubert. Billie gets up to go socialize, and Nucky is not only stuck at the table listening to Vi blab on and on about something stupid, but he's forced to watch Billie flirt with other patrons of the club in order to advance her career. You can tell that, despite what may be his best efforts to maintaining a casual, modern relationship, he can't tamp down that jealousy. Of course, moments later, Billie's back at the table with her hand on Nucky's crotch and they're both laughing at Vi, so life ain't all bad.

Mickey's warehouse. Sleater is apparently the lead soldier of this particular convoy, and he lays down the instructions (in an exceedingly formal manner, which I find funny): they'll be making exactly two stops, one for "petrol" (GO BACK TO IRELAND!) in Tabor Heights, and the second to unload their haul in Brooklyn. Two men per car, one armed; if they're arrested, they're to dummy up. As the men line up to get paid, Sleater approaches Eli about being back in town. I'm trying to decide whether the joint has made Eli less of a whiny asshole, and he seems to be -- more serious, more soulful, less of an ineffective striver -- but then he'll look at Sleater and call him "the new golden boy," and shades of that old resentment of Jimmy start clouding his face again, and I just don't know. Sleater offers him an extra $50 to make the trip to New York with them, and while Eli initially turns down such a handout (typical), he follows it up with, "and anyway, I don't have a piece" (more typical). Sleater eyes him warily before offering him his own gun.