Alright, I can't be the only one who LOVED that crap. When that doorbell rang, I was certain it was either one of two things: 1) Agent Stalker Van Creepy offering her a get-out-of-jail-free card in exchange for a piece of her hair, or 2) Nucky coming to have a verbal throw down RE: snitching on his operation.
This was so. Much. Better.
I saw it coming from a mile away, but still. It was the timing what got me. I thought this wouldn't happen for a LONG while.
(Sorry, Lucy the Slut. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.)