In Chicago, Johnny Torrio is back from Italy, and from the way he's waxing poetic about the place, he probably wishes he never had to leave. The people and the food -- most importantly, he fell in love with the pace of life over there. Free and easy, not like the rat-race happening outside the window of his little social club, where he's meeting with Al Capone and Fat Jake. He also can't get over what he saw in Pompeii, with the ruins of Vesuvius and all. But now he's back, and there's already a crisis. Jake takes the hint and leaves, as Al explains to Torrio about the situation with Joe Miller, and how there isn't a Joe Miller anymore. Al, of course, says he had no choice but to kill the guy, despite the fact that Torrio left instructions to not cause any trouble. Torrio asks how O'Banion has responded, and Al says there's a meeting tomorrow. Torrio kind of sighs and pats Al on the hand for doing what he thought was right. If there's anyone who's getting too old for this shit, it's Johnny Torrio.
At the Maison Derriere, Leander is lecturing Gillian about the matter of obtaining Tommy's guardianship, which won't be easy when he's living in a whorehouse. Gillian's butler interrupts to introduce Nucky's arrival. Gillian steels herself as she turns to face the man who killed her son, and Nucky asks Leander to give them the room. "You're working towards something, remember that," Leander sighs wearily as he exits. What follows in an exchange built on make-believe and brinksmanship: Nucky offers his condolences for Jimmy's untimely bathtub demise; Gillian accepts and laments her son's troubles with narcotics. Neither one of them is giving in inch. Nucky finally raises a glass "to James," and Gillian is the first one to crack. She throws her drink in Nucky's face -- a really solid in-the-eyes splash too. "Shall we stop now," she hisses, "with all this nonsense?" Gillian flat-out accuses Nucky of killing her son, and he flat-out denies it. She starts to get emotional when it comes to the "promises" Nucky made, to Jimmy and to her, which is when I get on her side a little bit. What a betrayal, to have the man who promised to protect your little boy turn out to be his killer. Of course, in between those two things was the part where your little boy tried to murder his protector, at your Lady Macbeth-ian urging. So: a tie, I guess? Nucky says that whatever she's trying to pull with this corpse-swap sleight-of-hand, he wants her to remember that she exists in this town because he allows her to, which he feels is ... "very generous of you?" Gillian finishes what has become something of a catch phrase for Nucky. For the record, as crazypants as Gillian has been all season, Nucky's the one who's fucking up here. The smart call is to let Gillian have her lie and collect her money and stew in her suspicions. Keep a wary eye on her, but stay away. It's Nucky's guilty conscience that's provoking this confrontation, that and -- despite what he said to Gyp Rosetti several weeks ago about not taking anything personally -- his inability to stomach the cadre of ingrates who tried to do him in last season. Killing Jimmy, sending Eli to prison -- those should have cleared the ledger. But Nucky's a more sensitive soul than most. "You'd be wise to say that like you mean it," Nucky sneers at Gillian, then stomps off.