Harry Daugherty is on the phone, telling Nucky about Edge's power play, and Nucky is predictably flipping his lid. Harry explains that Edge is threatening an investigation. "What's to investigate?" Nucky yelps incredulously. "You've been there three months!" Yeah, well, the Harding administration was ahead of the curve that way. Harry giving this awful news while getting a shoe-shine, by the way, is a nice parallel to Nucky earlier. Nucky wants to know who the new prosecutor is, at least. Harry hasn't picked one yet; Nucky at least wants someone he can work with. Also someone less insufferable than Chip, one would hope. "It's not my fault you have enemies," Harry says. Which is totally true. Nucky's chickens are coming home to roost, in many ways.
Chippy and a pair of chippies are in bed, bouncing around with enthusiasm. "That's it, baby! Drill for oil!" Guess which one said that? Though I'm not sure Chippy's doing dirty talk correctly, as drilling for oil suggests a whole different array of maneuvers. Eddie and a security guy suddenly barge into the room, sending the girls away and telling Chip he's got five minutes to get the hell out. Eddie, bless him, seems to be taking quite a bit of pleasure in not having to be nice to Chip anymore. The security guy even scoffs at Chip's shoes as he tosses them his way. Aw. Not so nifty.
Lucy's still in bed, still moaning in solitude. I half expect we're going to get a shot of the baby crowning, considering everything else we've seen of her over the years. After one prolonged push, we can hear a baby crying. Congratulations, lady. You've shot out the one creature on this earth less equipped to deal with its life than you are.
Supervisor Elliot sits with Agent Clarkson when Van Alden returns to the hotel room. He once again starts blathering about Clarkson being a good man and "it should be me in that bed." Elliot seems tired of hearing it by now, but Van Alden says he has something he needs to say. He's interrupted by Clarkson, who once again says, "I see you. I know." The nurse tells him to hush and says he's delirious and has been saying that to everyone. Indeed, Clarkson gives us the long-form version. "Come out of there. I know what you're hiding. It's not fair. You ate the pie. I'll tell Ma. I'll tell Ma." So... never mind then! Van Alden says he needs to leave. The nurse says Clarkson doesn't have much longer, but Van Alden could give a shit right about now.