At Babette's, draped with whores, baby-faced Jimmy looked like he was about to throw up on his own cigar. He has all of of Nucky's trappings, now, with none of Nucky's bland and dryly humorous detachment.
His pissing off the sadistic Manny, who's playing a spider-in-the-web game with him, was Jimmy's announcement that we may now consider him completely psycho. But his tenderness toward Harrow reminded me that he still has Richard in his corner. He's going to need him more than ever now. And his frankness with Angela indicates to me that he's done playing games, no matter what further drama mama wants to involve him in.
Nucky's resurrection, complete with stigmata, was heartening. His Lifeguard story succintly gave us his philosophy - God has sent him the IRA and Chalky's ability to call a strike. I wonder what the third will be? Tommy guns for the IRA in exchange for good liquor?
And things are not looking up for poor little Emily. She won't be making the voyage to Belfast. I wonder if Margaret will.