Atlantic City. Present. Owen finds Margaret downstairs in the servants' quarters. She's mending Emily's leg braces so they won't chafe her on the legs she can't feel, and wallowing in the ugly irony of it all. Owen sweetly offers to take a look and -- when he discovers the problem -- to smooth out the rough grommet. Wait, is THAT what they're calling it? He finally addresses the elephant in the room: "Do you think about me? Because I think about you." She tells him she will pray for him to find the strength to stop doing that. Suddenly, Katy's in the doorway. Not sure how much she heard, but it's enough to have her flee.
Jimmy -- present-day Jimmy -- is as drunk as you've ever seen a person. He's in a hotel room somewhere not in Atlantic City, and he's chasing his grief into the bottom of a bottle. He reaches again for his bottle of whiskey, and the screen fades to black. Fade in, and Jimmy's on the phone with Gillian, though he's barely listening as she tells him to come home to his son and business. "You need to come home and show the world you have nothing to hide," she says, continuing her season-long theme of reminding Jimmy of how he needs to come across to others. Fade out, fade in. Jimmy's on his hands and knees. What a drunk, crying mess.
The next morning, Van Alden shows up at the office to find Randolph huddling with Fallon and the Deacon from the river. Gulp. Van Alden maybe recognizes the deacon, but it takes him a second. In the meantime, Lathrop steps up behind him, blocking his exit. Fallon then produces Agent Sebso's shoes and gun, and Randolph asks him if he recognizes these. The Deacon pipes up, half-apologetically: "It is joy for the just to do judgment." Lathrop goes to relieve Van Alden of his gun, but VA grabs for it, shoots Lathrop in the foot, and takes off. Randolph yelps for "Clifford" as Van Alden barrels past Sawicky and out the door into Atlantic City infamy.
Margaret sits at home and stares into space. Boy, they sure sucked all the fun out of her these last few episodes. Guess a lady can't sex up her husband's wicked hot bodyguard without getting punished for it. "Drinking alone?" Nucky remarks at her. "Drinking at all?" for that matter. She's been subpoenaed, see. He says to ignore it, that Fallon will handle it. He's awfully glib about it. She tersely reminds him that yesterday he thought he was going to the chair. Well, today, Van Alden is not a credible witness, and Nucky will figure out a way to handle his brother. "We began in sin..." Margaret begins, but Nucky doesn't want to hear it. She persists that they'll end in sin unless they change. They argue some more about her bullshit superstitions and his bullheaded insistence that nothing that's happening has been brought on themselves. He tries to explain that Emily was stricken by a disease, plain and simple, but Margaret refuses to believe she isn't culpable. Why? "I have stolen, and cheated and deceived," and now she and her loved ones are being punished for that. Nucky turns stone-faced. "Who did you steal from?" he demands. "My family," she says. "My employer, you." Who'd she deceive? "Anyone who thinks I'm good." Oh, brother. I'm sorry. This Irish Catholic shit is just too boring for words. Finally, Nucky hits the money question: "And who have you cheated on?" She hesitates long enough for us to think her self-hatred extends to blowing her own spot, but ultimately she pusses out (though it does seem like Nucky all but knows). "I live with the man who had the father of my children murdered." Nucky puts on a convincing show of being outraged at this false accusation. Margaret: "I can't go on pretending that I'm not being called to account!" At this, she holds her subpoena aloft. Nucky's eyes go wide -- what is she saying? Is she actually going to testify? He grabs her arms -- if she wants to sacrifice herself, fine, but he will NOT have her sacrifice him, and she doesn't want to test him on this. "Will you strike me now?" she accuses, probably hoping he will so she can feel like she's deserved that too. "I have given you EVERYTHING," he yells at her. He must feel like an idiot, right?