Nucky's feeling the pressure of the upcoming election, of the demands of his various hangers-on, and of an increasingly dissatisfied Margaret. He's not even able to properly enjoy the showmanship of the great Hardeen! Margaret walks in on Nucky promising a handout (and maybe more, wink-wink) to Anabelle, which gives her an excuse to unload on Nucky about how he's been using her. He, in turn, throws her Lysol birth control back in her face, and then moves on to her late husband, leading to the truth about his ugly demise coming out. Margaret may have a hell of a lot of nerve acting surprised by this, but regardless, she smacks Nucky and ends up moving out of his suite.
Nucky takes his concerns to Eli, who is livid that so many of their secrets -- secrets that could cost their regime the elections -- rest in Margaret's pissed-off hands. They have another of their blowup fights, and later on, while he's bitching out his inner circle of morons, he announces that Eli is out as sheriff and Halloran is in.
Jimmy gets word that his father, our great unknown of the series so far, is dying and Gillian wants Jimmy to go see him. Turns out, Jimmy's dad is the Commodore! So we fill in a few more blanks: Commodore impregnated Gillian when she was thirteen, and since Nucky was the one who procured her, he's always felt protective of her and her offspring. Meanwhile, Jimmy quite sensibly can't stand his father and sees him as a monster. The Commodore does ask Jimmy to hear him out on one point: the wrong man is currently running Atlantic City. Jimmy has another revelation of his own, though this one he only tells his Ma: seems Gillian has been poisoning the Commodore all this time.
Meanwhile, Angela is planning on running away with Tommy and Mary -- even going so far as to leave the note for Jimmy -- but she finds that Mary packed up the night before and left with her husband.
Van Alden is being super-obvious about how he doesn't quite believe Sebso's account of the Billy Winslow shooting. It's not entirely clear if this is because he's onto Sebso's connection with Nucky or if he's merely judging Sebso as spiritually wanting. Well, he is a Jew, after all. Nucky suggests Sebso lead Van Alden to a small-potatoes bust that will keep his mind off his suspicions. Instead, they come across a congregation of black revivalists doing baptisms in the water. After some Christian dick-measuring between Van Alden and the pastor, Van Alden leaves them alone, but when his suspicions about Sebso persist, he brings his junior agent back to the river, where the same congregation watches Van Alden "baptize" an unwilling Sebso, which adds up to Van Alden drowning his Jew ass in the river. It's a shocking moment whose audacity nearly masks the fact that it's the dumbest fucking thing this show has done in eleven episodes.
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A man hangs upside-down, his face red with anguish as he struggles against unseen restraints. We're supposed to be thinking this is perhaps the latest D'Alessio brother to be cut down on Nucky's slash-and-burn march to the sea, but no, it's merely The Great Hardeen, brother to Houdini, trying to escape from a straight jacket while hanging upside down. He's actually not very good at it, taking about seven minutes to do what Houdini could probably do in half that time. Margaret and Anabelle applaud him anyway, while a sour Nucky sits on his hands and Harry Price sweats over some unspoken turmoil.
At the Darmody What's-the-Opposite-of-Love Shack, Jimmy and Angela poke at their dinner in silence, before he gets a phone call from Gillian. "My father's dying," he explains to Angela. He's promised his mother he'll go visit him tomorrow.
Agents Van Alden and Sebso are dining out at the local Chinese restaurant (cue the appropriate Asian harp plucking). At this point, Van Alden is just throwing shade at everything Sebso does, from his proficiency with chopsticks to his claims of regret about the Winslow shooting -- it's all suspicious to Van Alden. He tries to go over the incident moment by moment, his eyes getting crazier and his vocab drifting closer to that faux-scripture cadence he favors ("under the pretext of his need to micturate"??). I just realized: replace Van Alden's Christianity with beets or arcane survivalist knowledge and Nelson Van Alden becomes Dwight Schrute. This doesn't help my increasing weariness with his antics. I can't say it's entirely due to my Michael Shannon ambivalence, either. I actually get a kick out of how it seems to both offend and obsess Van Alden to have to talk about Winslow whipping it out to take a roadside pee. As the character has gotten more manic, he's gotten miles less interesting, and this episode -- what's to come -- really takes him past a point of no return. And really, did we need another story about Christian repression manifesting itself in violence and perversion? Anyway, Sebso repeats his story once again, and Van Alden bluntly (predictably) refuses to eat the dirty, heathen Chinese soup.
Up in Nucky's apartment, Hardeen uses his dubious illusion skills to pull some sleight-of-hand on Margaret and Anabelle. The ladies eat it up, which perturbs Nucky all the more. Not that Hardeen isn't a puffed-up gasbag. When Nucky notes that Houdini managed to pull off the straight-jacket trick while hanging off the Garden Pier, Hardeen defensively smirks that the principle of the escape is the same whether hanging five feet or fifty. Which seems to sum up Hardeen just fine: smug in his conviction that he's just as clever as his brother, but he's not half the showman. So who gets remembered? Anyway, all this time, Harry's been sweating and fidgeting and very obviously anguished about something. When all that fishing doesn't elicit one bite, he finally blurts out in frustration and asks if anybody even reads the paper. Apparently he's in financial ruin, swindled by a New York money-making scheme run by one Charles Ponzi. Don't these people know anyone who isn't historically significant? Nucky doesn't so much empathize with his friend as he chides him for believing such a return on investment was possible. Anabelle, however, is more concerned. "You're completely broke?" she asks. At this, Harry's woe-is-me routine morphs into some very unconvincing "We'll be okay, baby!" bright-siding. She doesn't buy it, as she shouldn't. "You fat, worthless fool!" she shouts before storming out, Harry panting and waddling out behind her. These two are delightful, the Gold-Digger and the Fat One. I'm really glad they've arrived to brighten up the canvass. Remind me of these guys the time someone compares this ensemble of characters to Deadwood.
Rothstein, in New York, is on the phone with his lawyer, in Chicago. Things are going really badly with the Black Sox scandal, with half the team now indicted. Arnold is airing out his usual line of excuses about why this litany of rapidly falling dominos aren't to be believed, and the lawyer's like, "Hey, don't tell me, I'm paid to believe you." For the first time, Rothstein looks genuinely nervous. The lawyer tells him he should come down to Chicago and fight these charges in person. But first, he should figure out who in Chicago might be willing to do him a favor.
Over at the Commodore's mansion, his once-ailing dog now lies dead in a silk-lined coffin. Open-casket, so I guess the mutt was at least part Irish. Louanne has to check and see if the 'Dore is dead himself yet (he's not) before she tells him he's got company. If you haven't yet put two and two together in your head (which ... um ... I hadn't), Jimmy walks in to see his dad. The Commodore. Who is Jimmy's dad. And their relationship, such as it is, is pretty tense. At least from Jimmy's perspective. He sneers at the Commodore's puppy-casket, and Commodore remarks that Jimmy has hardened. "I'm what time and circumstance have made me," Jimmy fires back. Dad notes that he and Gillian keep in contact, which earns another sneer from Jimmy. "You have no concept of the ways that people can be close," Commodore huffs. Jimmy says he's got an idea in this case: 54-year old robber baron; 13-year-old dancing girl. Dad says Jimmy would have done the same thing, as well as he knows him. "You want everything you can get your hands on," Dad coughs. "And nothing's gonna stop you from getting it." Jimmy has no comeback for this, other than to look un-thrilled at the similarities between him and his father being pointed out. He goes to leave, and Dad tries to get him to stop by reminding him he's dying. Jimmy says he'll call a priest then. The Commodore then changes tactics: he talks about bringing Atlantic City out of the swamps, building a thriving burg with his bare hands. "You and your giant blue ox," Jimmy scoffs. But Commodore has a larger point: "The wrong man is running this town." Jimmy, perhaps unhappy at dealing with another point on the Venn diagram where he and his father intersect, bolts out, saying he doesn't feel well. He ducks out to the bathroom, splashes some water on his face, and promptly pukes in the sink. It really must smell like death in that house, huh?
On the Boardwalk, Angela and Mary are conspiring to leave town, just the two of them and Tommy. Mary tells Angela to pack light and says they'll meet at the store that night. Robert hobbles out from the back, and his general annoyance at his unjust predicament doubles, for Angela, as suspicion about what the ladies are planning. She leaves, and Mary tends to her husband, and she couldn't look more conflicted.
Sebso is calling Nucky from the lobby of the Ritz, which already isn't making Nucky happy. Doubly so once he finds out it's because Van Alden is asking questions about the shooting. Nucky suggests Sebso sniff out a distillery bust to tamp down Van Alden's suspicions. Sebso's thick, so Nucky has to practically Google Map the location for him. "Now go look like a hero," Nucky instructs his little mole. "And let's not talk again."
Immediately after Nucky hangs up, he notices Eddie loitering by the door. He's got "a woman in distress" waiting to talk to Nucky. Aaaaand in storms Anabelle, all righteous fury about Harry stealing her floorboard money. Nucky tells her he'll hear her out, but no screaming, crying, or throwing things. He's also fairly dubious as to the "theft" of three grand she'd been lifting from Harry over the years. "I worked my tail off for that money," she retorts, which is also true. She invokes her poor daughter and starts to cry, which is clearly against Nucky's conversational rules. Ham-handed offers of sexual favors aren't, though, and Anabelle is right on top of those. He hands her a pile of folded cash and wonders where the tears are. "Ride me like you used to," she whispers, "and I'll soak the pillow through." Okay, what is it about Nucky Thompson's dick that makes women talk like especially smutty Danielle Steele heroines, and how has Margaret thus far remained immune? Anyway, speak of the Irish-accented devil, because Margaret was standing in the doorway, just in time to hear Nucky reply that he'll keep Anabelle's offer in his pocket. Margaret saunters in and says Nucky will keep that offer in mind. "Mr. Thompson's gift is that he never forgets who owes him a favor." Nucky shamelessly says he's found that a good quality to have. He explains Anabelle's predicament, and Margaret quickly busts her for having taken five dollars from Margaret earlier. Anabelle slinks out, duly chagrinned. With her gone, Margaret then tells Nucky, through clenched teeth, that she scored him the League of Women Voters' endorsement for Bader. Nucky, still pretending they're not in a giant fight, tells her that's wonderful. "Then I'm glad to have been of use to you," Margaret snips, then storms off.
Jimmy's at his Ma's place, updating her on the Commodore's condition. Update: still dying. Jimmy's not thrilled to have heard that Gillian's spending time with his dad, but she explains that they would talk occasionally while Jimmy was off at the war. Jimmy then muses about what it must've been like at thirteen, all alone with a son. Gillian says she managed -- and Nucky would help them too. "And why would Nucky do that?" Jimmy asks. The accusation in his tone isn't hard to find, and you get the feeling he's been hanging onto that one for a while. Gillian, in her usual matter-of-fact manner, explains that Nucky was the one who would, essentially, procure her for the Commodore's benefit. "A pimp?" Jimmy asks. "An ambitious young man," Gillian says, generous as ever. "He had a wife. He wanted to start a family." Jimmy wonders if that makes it okay. Gillian, as ever, doesn't want to deal with questions of right and wrong. She instead reminisces about Mabel, Nucky's wife. "Nucky has always been kind, to you and me both," she says. She supposed the whole affair with her and the Commodore always bothered him, and he's tried to make up for it. But Gillian would rather talk about how long Jimmy's hair used to be. For all my complaints about other characters, Gillian's one they're getting right. Really interesting mix of frank and elusive, she's great.
Van Alden and Sebso drive out into the middle of the woods. It's broad daylight but Sebso still can't manage to follow the directions an "anonymous source" gave him to this supposed distillery. I have no idea how he thinks going the "anonymous source" route is going to make Van Alden any less suspicious, but let's see how it plays out. They park the car and trudge through the trees, but it's not a distillery that they find. Instead, they come upon a congregation of black Baptist revivalists taking part in your basic riverside baptism. This is, of course, like Christmas morning for Van Alden, but then again, he reacts like you would expect him to react on Christmas morning: suspicious and confrontational. Even after he's satisfied that it's actually a baptism, he starts challenging the pastor on Bible verses. Once Van Alden is sufficiently convinced that Deacon Coffey's Christian faith is as unbending, zealous, and intransigent as his own, Van Alden tells them to carry on. So Coffey starts railing about "He who believeth shall be saved, and he who does not shall be CONDEMNED to the FIRES of HELL!" Obviously, this is giving Van Alden a semi at the very least. It's also giving him some ideas about Sebso. "Your people don't believe in heaven, do they?" Van Alden inquires, and yes, he means the Jews. If you thought you were going to get out of the first season of this show without some old-timey anti-Semitism, think again. Sebso's like, "Um, yeah, heaven's y'all's delusion, not ours." Van Alden is vexed by this: "If you don't believe in heaven, how can you conceive of hell?" Van Alden then turns back to the congregation, who are volunteering to have their sins washed away. He's getting a crazy (-er) look in his eyes and he sees the kind of fire-brand religious zeal he's always wanted. Christianity: Giving borderline psychopaths the courage of their wild-ass convictions since, well, ever. Sebso asks if Van Alden's okay. "I am," he replies. "The question is, are you?" Oh man. It never bodes well when a Christian looks at a Jew like that.
Gillian's brought a doctor over to see the Commodore as she tries to feed him soup. Doc, meanwhile, is busy examining the Commodore's gross, scabby feet, for what medical reason I cannot say. He notes that there's something wrong with every organ in the man's body, which, yes, seems pretty bad. I also can't say why Doc feels the need to cut off some of the 'Dore's hair, but I'm sure medicine was practiced quite differently in the 1920s. Commodore resists, with the kneejerk self-protection of an old man who can't do much but crouch back into his withered cocoon. But by now, Jimmy has showed up, and he helps to calm his father down while the doctor shears off some hair. As "cats in the cradle" moments go, Cat Stevens would probably find it wanting, but when the Commodore whispers "You're a good son," you realize it's clearly the closest they've ever been. Gillian looks a bit overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation, and Jimmy offers to stay with him overnight. I guess keeping time with Al Capone can prepare you for enduring any old kind of company. When Gillian leaves, Jimmy sits down, looks over at his dying father, and tries to keep from crying.
Nucky and Margaret are dressing up for what promises to be a madcap evening of zany hilarity with the Daughters of the American Revolution. He's trying to tell her that she doesn't need to go -- I can't imagine he brought Lucy around to meet those women -- but Margaret is still mad at him and intent on being as passive-aggressive as she can be. Nucky then decides to tackle the Anabelle moment head-on, explaining that they used to have a thing years back -- he was helping her out. "Like you helped me out?" Margaret scoffs. Nucky says anyways, he thought Anabelle was Margaret's friend. "So you wouldn't fuck her?" Margaret asks, and Nucky gets really offended at her language, which is rich. She asks if he's rather she be demure and stay silent about what she's seen and been told. He asks what that would be, and she says, "That you're capable of anything." Van Alden told her that. And so we get to the meat of the argument: Margaret hates having to stand silent, and often be an accomplice, to what are obviously Nucky's illegal activities. Nucky, meanwhile, says she never objected to any of this before, beyond the cursory tut-tutting to make sure he knows she's a good person. "A good person wouldn't be here right now," he tells her. "You don't know what I am," she says, meekly.
At this, Nucky stomps off to the bathroom and returns with her "hidden" bottle of contraceptive Lysol. He tells her using makes her "like any whore." She, fairly sensibly, says she doesn't want any more babies. "That's not your right to decide!" Nucky snaps, assuring this scene a place in Women's Studies classes all over the country semester. Margaret asks if he expected her to give him an heir, without even being married? "I thought you needed saving," he says, exposing more of his weird little psyche than maybe he intends. This, of course, brings up the whole thing with Hans, and before you know it, all the cards are out on the table. Nucky had Hans killed and she knows it and he knows she knows it. Of course, Nucky has a point when he says that no one is mourning Hans Schroeder, not him and certainly not Margaret. She slaps him for that bit of truth, and in turn, he smashes her Lysol against the mirror. "You won't be needing that anymore, will you?" he yells, and storms out. There's more than a hint of petulance whenever Nucky gets angry, and I wonder if that's the kind of thing people are talking about when they say they don't buy Buscemi in the role. I think it brings a fascinating dimension to the character, but I can see people looking for Nucky to be a Tony Soprano or an Al Swearengen to find that kind of thing disappointing.
Jimmy descends the staircase at the Commodore's mansion to find Richard Harrow with an update on the D'Alessio recon. Currently in Philadelphia, it's just Ma and Pa D'Alessio, their sisters, and their brother Adrian, who's apparently a dentist and not involved with their criminal enterprises at all. Regardless, Harrow offers to head down to Philly and knock off the non-combatant D'Alessios. You know, to draw the nefarious ones out of hiding. Jimmy's become a hollow shell of a human being lately, but even he wants no part of that. Instead, he Shanghais the doctor on his way up the stairs and asks about tests. Doc certainly has some interesting news: "There's enough arsenic in his body to take down a hippo." WELL then!
While Jimmy's learning this news, Angela is at home, packing up to leave his ass. Tommy, adorably, is asking if daddy's coming. Or Gillian. Nope, just the two of them and Aunt Mary. She leaves a note on the bed for Jimmy and everything.
Meanwhile, Nucky's gone to visit a recovering Eli and talk about the ugliness with Margaret. "She knows," Nucky tells him, chagrinned but not exactly panicky. Eli says she "suspects," but she can't KNOW. Not unless ... yeah, so Nucky confirmed it for her (or at least didn't deny it). This does not make Eli happy. "I wanted to hurt her," Nucky admits. "Then what do you think these are for?" asks Eli as he puts up his dukes. Okay, first of all, the terrifyingly blunt reminder of the domestic violence realities of the '20s (not to mention the irony of Eli suggesting that as a solution in Margaret's case specifically), you have to realize Eli isn't just making the Ralph Kramden "to the moon" gesture. He's got both fists up like a pugilist waiting to go 12 rounds with Jack Johnson. What a buffoon. Anyway, that's not who Nucky is, which -- as Eli points out -- is quite the fine fucking line when he's the guy who ordered Hans Schroeder's murder. Nucky says that was different because Hans deserved it, which draws a whole other tirade from Eli about how Nucky's playing this whole thing like the arbiter of right and wrong. This is business! Eli's already got a bullet in his gut from Nucky taking his eye off the business. And if Fletcher gets elected, it's open season on them all. Eli continues to rail against Margaret, and Nucky's obsession with her, which he sees as Nucky's attempt to cleanse his soul (which is certainly how Lucy sees it, if you recall). Eli says he's got eight kids and a life to think about while Nucky is going around town getting his ass kissed. Nucky, pointedly calm, stands up and compares Eli to Hardeen: "It's an entertaining act, but if he wasn't Houdini's brother, nobody would give a fuck."
Jimmy stops by to see Gillian, and he ever so gently brings up the subject of the arsenic. Well, first he asks how much money the Commodore has ... implying that she's got something to gain from his death. Gillian plays dumb, so Jimmy lays it out: "It's fine with me. Whatever you want to do. The other day I ate a cookie at his house and it made me vomit." And then he produces the bottle of poison. So ... yeah. I do like that Jimmy's not judging and using his "I" statements.
Nucky's back up in his suite, listening to Bader and the other braying aldermen fuck up a joke about Peter Stuyvesant and Peter Minuet. True to his character, Nucky cannot abide ignorance, and especially not after the day he's had. He blows his top, running these buffoons up one side and down the other about how they're not taking the election seriously. Certainly the Democrats aren't hardy-harring around at this late stage of the game. "The people want reform," he says, "especially women." They need a way to combat that. Step 1? Nucky's replacing Eli as sheriff. He says Eli "tendered his resignation," but that's like saying Hans Schroeder signed divorce papers. Nucky then names Deputy Halloran as the new sheriff, and he obviously accepts. No, it's not a qualitative upgrade, but sometimes you just need to clean the bedsheets.
Angela brings Tommy down to the Boardwalk, to meet up with Mary at the photo shop. But she finds it emptied out, with a For Rent sign on the front window and a strange man sweeping things up inside. He tells Angela that Mr. Dittrich hurried out of town in the dead of night, with his wife in tow. "The lease says 'broom clean,'" he grouses. "But they couldn't be bothered." So Angela is stung that Mary left for Paris, without her and with Robert. Then Tommy runs up to her with a faded photograph of a married couple (possibly the Dittrichs themselves, it's hard to say). "Look, Mommy: ghosts!" Angela looks stricken. Maybe because she knows the symbolism is getting a little obvious.
Sebso comes to see Van Alden and hands him his transfer letter: he's put in to join the Detroit field office. Sebso's tone isn't angry, just kind of resigned disappointment that Van Alden's relentless suspicion is driving him to such measures. All the while, Van Alden is regarding him as if to say, "Indeed. Exactly what a Christ-killer would say..." Sebso does ultimately acknowledge the elephant in the room: that Van Alden doesn't trust him "for some reason." This part actually is a bit interesting, in a simple-irony sort of way: Sebso is completely worthy of suspicion, given that he's guilty and all; but Van Alden's reasons for suspicion are, pardon the phrasing, suspect. Sebso directly mentions the "insinuations about my religion," and Van Alden leans back and nods like, "Yup. I sure did." Van Alden says something doesn't add up about the Winslow shooting, adding that "temptation knows no rank." He's referring to the brand new wingtips Sebso is sporting. "They were on discount, I got them at Driscoll's!" Sebso yelps defensively, in perhaps my favorite non-Lucy line reading of the series. Van Alden says he needs men he can trust. "You can trust me, God damn it!" Sebso yells again. "What do I have to do to convince you?" Oh, Sebso. Never ask that question of the guy with religious crazy in his eyes.
So, here we go. Van Alden leads Sebso down to the river, and while he does, I'm going to register my first complaint, which is one of logic: Why is Sebso doing this? He's already got the transfer to Detroit. He's scot free. Sure, Van Alden doesn't trust him, but Van Alden doesn't trust the milkman. If the show is trying to say that Sebso cares about Van Alden's opinion of him more than he does getting safely out of Atlantic City, then I'm not sure the series to date supports that. Anyway, I think I'm just stalling because here comes the absolute nadir of the season (and thus series) so far: Van Alden once again approaches the Baptists -- who, by the way, clear the way for him like he's Abraham Lincoln -- then asks to be able to wash Sebso's Jew ass clean. Sebso doesn't want any part of that water, but between Van Alden's badgering and the Baptists' peer pressure, he reluctantly wades out. Apart from this being an awful scene, it is also a public service announcement: never let anyone convince you into getting Baptized when you don't want to. So this moment and its religious connotations are disturbing enough. We've already seen Van Alden go wild-eyed with Jesus-y fervor before. So this scene -- which turns from Baptism to interrogation (Van Alden demands Sebso confess his sins) to outright drowning (Sebso finally stops thrashing while Van Alden slobbers about forcing out the devil and the Baptists just stand there and do nothing) -- manages to be both redundant, stupid, and a wild tonal shift from the general realism of the world of Atlantic City. Van Alden, if he wasn't already, is a complete cartoon monster. One who then strikes a Jesus pose, yells up to the heavens, and stalks out to the shore holding his badge and gun out to the cowering crowd. Like they were even trying to do anything. R.I.P. Agent Sebso. As a consolation prize, you may have taken the show down with you.
Nucky returns to Margaret's apartment to find only Richard Harrow there. He explains that he showed up last night, but she sent him away. And then when he came today, he saw Margaret and the kids had packed their belongings and subsequently left. Nucky spots an emerald bracelet he gave Margaret, lying on the table.
Well, from one woman who did get out now to another who didn't, as Angela Darmody sneaks home. She sets her suitcase down and tells Tommy it's time for bed, but when she goes to retrieve the note she left on the bed, she finds it gone. "BOO!" Jimmy yells from behind. Oh, he's only playing with Tommy! It's not like he's shown a history of instability or violence! Angela awkwardly asks him about his father (turns out he'll live), and Jimmy's like, "I know what you've been up to," but this is yet ANOTHER fake-out where he's talking to Tommy. I'm not sure how he's going to twist "You've been having an affair with that photographer's wife" into cute banter with Tommy, but I eagerly await it! For now, Jimmy makes ominous talk to his son about how "In a few years, we're going to be keeping up all hours, it'll be just us boys." He then leaves the room with Angela in it, and she starts to cry.
So one more episode to go. Who's going to bite it in the season finale? I guess Nucky's curious, because he pays a visit to the fortune-teller down on the Boardwalk. For Nucky, my guess is that crystal ball has a big floating image of Lucy's boobs in it right now.
Joe R spent hours trying to come up with a proper "Arsenic and Old Lace" pun for the recap title, in honor of the Commodore. He failed. He can be reached for lavish praise and nothing but at joseph.reid21@gmail.com, and you can listen to him yammer on to his heart's content on the Extra Hot Great podcast.