The summation of its vignettes seemed to be that you’re able to’t escape who you are.
Hit the jump, boy!
But the reality is that their life together was none of those things, almost always because of Nucky.
Him waking up to find Margaret there made him smile, but it’s unlikely that will last.
And Nucky, as always, is using her to help plant his legacy.
When she tried instead to become a reformer for women’s health, she was denied that as well.
After she left Nucky, though, she still wasn’t fully free.
She cannot escape.
The series of scenes between Nucky and his new potential business partner also played into this theme of history.
He doesn’t drink, so as not to allow people to think all Irish Catholics are drunks.
The time of the bosses is over (for now, and at least, openly).
Fern, gun in tied-up hands, asked him if Maybelle knew what he is.
Chalky acknowledged that, and in doing so, acknowledged who and what is and continues to be.
It’s time for Nucky to do the same, and settle his affairs before it does.
– So reporter Nelli Bly sent Nucky a letter?
– Nucky got one hell of an education working for the Commodore at that hotel.
– The references to Rothstein and his milk slayed me.
Loved that they kept that going.
– The scene between Sally and Nucky, with them listening to the radio together, was swell.
– “There’s no law against inside information” - Nucky.
– “Holy mackerel!”
“Is that what I smell?”
- the disgusting pigs from GM.
– The guy furiously masturbating in the corner to the burlesque dancer was so gross and hilarious.
– That kid O’Doyle hires for his work crew is going to be trouble, isn’t he?
– Speaking of bloody messages, did Meyer get Nucky’s?
No word on that yet.
– I love it when Margaret tries to play dumb.
It’s so fake but also cute.
– “Boy!”
- everyone in Atlantic City to Nucky when he was working.
