"James, good, you are here. Two things before we get to work. I'm giving Harrow a bonus for protecting Clara," Nucky informed Jimmy, who nodded. Richard deserved it, but Jimmy knew Richard would be hesitant to take it. "Also, I want to give Clara a present. You apparently know how to buy jewelry now. Get her something." Nucky writes on the back of a card he picks up off his desk. "Put that with the gift."

Jimmy finds Richard coming back from the post office. "Nuck is going to give you money for saving Clara. Don't decide to be noble and refuse it. Clara won't think that money is why you saved her, but she will think you are an idiot if you don't take it. Nuck doesn't know how to...relate. He doesn't know how to thank you for saving his daughter. So that's what the money is for."

"Mmm."

"Also, he told me to buy a present for Clara. Any ideas?"

Richard nods. "Yes, she wants. A typewriter."

Jimmy stares at his friend before he starts laughing. "Hell yes, let's get her a typewriter."

They take typewriter buying very seriously. Finally, they decide on an Underwood 3-Bank Portable in green. They wait until Clara is having breakfast to sneak into her room and set it up.

She hobbles back into her room after breakfast. As she walks, she considers her secret. Unbeknownst to anyone, Richard mailed off a special project for her a few days ago. If her spec manuscript lands her the assignment, she will make enough money to support herself writing. She'll have choices, including making a life of her choosing.

On her desk, next to her notebooks and pens, is a brand new typewriter. Clara blinks in disbelief-if she gets the job, she planned on buying herself a typewriter. It's one of the new ones and in a particularly lovely shade of green. Her father's calling card is propped on the keys. She picks it up. On the back, he has written "Much Love, Your Father." She smiles.

"Eddie, who is in with my father?" She asks when she makes her way around the suite to the office.

"Misters Darmody and Harrow," Eddie responds and is about to tell her he'll announce her when Clara knocks on the office door.

"It's me; I'm coming in," Clara announces. The three men look up, surprised. Clara typically steers clear of the office.

Jimmy evaluates her when she comes in. She looks much, much better. Her left leg is still badly torn up, you can see the bandages and scrapes under her stocking, but she seems more or less okay. Maybe it didn't impact her to deeply, Jimmy thinks.

"I love it!" Clara says excitedly, smiling directly at her father. "I can't believe you knew to get it for me!"

Jimmy catches Richard's eye.

"Well, I wanted you to be happy," Nucky said, hedging his bets. What the hell had James bought her?

"It's just...I've been so lost since my job with the War Department ended. It wasn't the most important work, but it taught me what it was to work. I knew what was to be busy all day, for my days to be full, to really be tired, and feel like I deserved to be tired. My days had purpose. I had money that was mine because I earned it, not because it was given to me. I knew my job would go back to a man when the war ended, and I'm so happy it ended. I just...I didn't want my life to go back to dress fittings and paying social calls and attending luncheons with people who only want me there because I'm your daughter. But it was so easy to fall back into all of that. It was," Clara blinks hard, and her voice cracks, "it was easy to agree to marry a man I can't stand when you asked me to accept him."

Jimmy hands her a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket. Finally, he thinks; finally, Clara is going to save herself from the entanglement Nucky twisted her into. He was beginning to be afraid that Clara might actually marry the bastard. Or that the bastard would threaten Clara again, and Richard would end him. Jimmy stands behind her right shoulder, ready to provide support.

Nucky is still holding the pen that had been in his hand when his daughter burst into the room. Out of all the potential complications he had considered when planning his day, his spoiled princess of a daughter interrupting his work to give a speech about the value of a hard day's work and her distaste for a man who is the perfect husband for her wasn't on the list.

The way Clara and Jimmy stand before him suddenly makes them-the rebellious, headstrong children who let other men's decisions change their lives with that stupid war-look like the kids they aren't far removed from being. He can almost imagine they are here to argue their case about why they think he should take them to New York for a Giants game, or let them camp overnight on the beach.

"I can't marry him, Daddy. I can't. I can't bear the thought of him touching me, of having to eat breakfast with him," Clara's voice cracks again, " of listening to him brush his teeth."

"You've had a rough few weeks. It's normal to feel uncertain. Darcy can give you the life you want." Nucky brushes away his daughter's complaints, not hearing her plea for him to save her from ruining her life.

"No, he can't. Any life with Darcy isn't a life I want," Clara insists.

Nucky sighs. "You are young. You think life is this," he says, gesturing around the suite.

"No, I don't. I don't think that. I don't even think that I want that. I think that I want a life where when my fiance takes my hand, I don't flinch." Clara thinks of how her hand fits completely into Richard's, how his hands are so well-kept except for the calloused edges, and compares that to the cold, wet, heavy feeling of Darcy's hands. "I want my desire to be an actual person with passions and thoughts and beliefs to be respected, not tolerated at best, or seen as a childish impulse."

Nucky recognizes an unwinnable battle. "Fine. I'm not going to force you to marry someone who is destined to make you unhappy."

Clara takes her father's hand. "Thank you."

When she leaves the room, Nucky looks at Jimmy. "What did you buy her?"

"A typewriter."

"A typewriter?" Nucky shook his head and got back to work. He should have sent Eddie to buy her a bracelet. A damn typewriter.

Clara called Darcy as soon as she left her father's office. She was going to end it now before her father had second thoughts or anything else happened. Clara wanted her freedom. Looking down at her hand, it occurred to her that she wasn't wearing her engagement ring. Richard had taken it off when he washed the gravel out of her hands weeks ago, and it was still sitting on her bedside table.

"I'm going to be in the hall," Richard tells her when Darcy arrives. Clara nods and takes a deep breath.

"Darcy, I think it's time we admit that we are not well suited for each other and let each other go," Clara tells him as she entered the drawing-room, far too anxious to worry about niceties.

"What?"

"I don't wish to marry you. It's time for us to end the engagement."

Darcy strides across the room, and Clara backs up. "Do you think some bootlegger's daughter breaks up with me?" Clara swallows hard. Her hands are shaking, but she doesn't want Darcy to see it. Suddenly, she can feel O'Bryan's blood blowing across her face.

"Are you. All right?" Richard opens the door.

"Mr. Blaine is just-" Clara begins.

Darcy continues to advance on Clara. "Oh, wonderful. How appropriate. Clara's pet freak creeping at the door. Is that why you are breaking off with me so that you can whore around with mask man? What's under the mask..."

Richard moves with impressive speed and has the larger Darcy on the ground in seconds. One hand circles Darcy's neck, and with the other, he removes his mask.

"Is this. What you wanted to see?"

Clara goes very still. Richard's voice is usually very calm. Now the low growl she's become so accustomed to is full of fury and anger.

"Richard, Darcy isn't worth this," she tells him.

"Get off me," Darcy gasps.

"Apologize," Richard orders.

There's silence before Darcy rasps out, "Sorry."

"No. Apologize. To Clara," Richard repeats in the same furious growl.

Clara approaches them and lays her hand on Richard's shoulder. "Please let him up. I just want him to leave. I don't care about his apologies. Please." Richard nods and slowly gets up. Clara continues. "Darcy, you need to leave."

Richard walks towards the window.

"Believe me. I can't wait to get out of this nuthouse."

Clara waits until he exits the room before she crosses it and touches Richard on the arm. "I'm so sorry that Darcy is an awful person."

"I'm sorry. If I. Scared you."

"I mean, maybe don't choke every rude person? But Darcy deserved it. I knew I wasn't going to be able to marry him because I thought about how you sat with me and held my hand when I had the morphine nightmares. With you, I felt safe. With Darcy," Clara shakes her head. "Honestly? I can't even imagine him caring enough to do it. And I haven't even told you thank you. For saving me. For...everything else."

"Mmm." He wants, badly, to tell her saving her is the only good thing he's done since he was placed on a transport ship headed to France. Saving her makes him think his continued existence isn't a cruel joke by God. He wants to tell her that since she and Jimmy burst into his life in Chicago, he doesn't go to bed wishing every night that he won't wake up in the morning. That protecting her means he gets to spend time with her, and suddenly there are hundreds of small moments every day where he almost feels happy. Sometimes he actually feels like the person he was and not the monster he is. Even though he knows Clara will never think of him like he sometimes allows himself to think of her, that having a normal woman like her think of him as a friend is all he can over hope for...most days she smiles at him or seems genuinely happy to see him and it's enough.

Clara sighs. "And Richard, you aren't something that would ever give me nightmares. I'm so sorry, that's what you thought." Clara turns to look out the window. "I wish I could tell you what the nightmare was about, but I can't. I've never...I told Jimmy right when it happened when we children, but I've never," she has to take a big gasping breath to keep herself from crying and turns back to face him, "I've never talked about it since. But it's not...it isn't...I like your face."

Richard steps back. Clara steps forward with him. She brushes back a lock of his hair that came loose in the struggle with Darcy, and Richard goes absolutely still. "It's a very nice face that had something excruciating happen to it, which I'm so terribly sorry about."

Jimmy bursts through the door and is startled to see Clara stroking Richard's hair. He looks back and forth between them. Jesus Christ, Jimmy thinks, he should have seen it before.

"Nuck needs us, Richard."

Richard is sent out to check on a delivery for Mr. White, and when he returns, he's shocked to see people all over the apartment. Some of the people are women. Some are naked. Some are worse than naked-they are wearing corsets made of black leather that leave parts of their bodies (the parts people usually keep covered) out. One woman is bent over, her rear end in the face of someone Richard is reasonably certain is a judge.

"Good, you are back. Clara is in her room. Make sure the hallway to her room stays locked," Jimmy tells him, while a woman wearing only a negligee clings to his arm.

"What's. This?" Richard asks.

"Nucky's having a party." Jimmy answers.

He unlocks the hall door and hears music drifting down the hall from Clara's room. She's sitting on the floor with a notebook in her lap.

"Ah, your first Enoch Johnson party," she says laughingly when she sees his expression. "Now you understand why I have a phonograph in my room. It's so I can block the sounds." Clara stands up. "I understand if you'd rather be out there. I've lived through these parties locked in this room since I was little, what's one more?"

"Mmm, no," Richard says, terrified at the idea of going back out into the apartment."

"Good, then you can have dinner with me." Clara walks out to her balcony and beckons him to follow. There are two small tables, one in front of the other. "See? You get privacy, and I don't have to eat alone." Clara moves to the front table and takes the cover off her plate. She looks up and realizes Richard hasn't moved. "Have you eaten?"

"Mmm, no," Richard stammers.

"Then come have dinner with me. I promise I won't turn around unless you ask me to."

He swallows and moves to the table behind her.

Out in the suite, Nucky motions to Jimmy. "Did Harrow get back?"

"Yep. I sent him to make sure no one tries to get into Clara's room."

Nucky looks pensive. Jimmy asks, "What?"

"I was thinking that I would never let any bodyguard, except perhaps you, get this close to Clara. But with that poor bastard's face, what does it matter?"

Once more, Jimmy is struck that Nucky doesn't know the two people who he claims to know best-Jimmy and Clara-at all.