A busy busy day, really full of going to people's houses and talking. But with a real look at the women attached to the hapless boundary pushers.
Miriam, all dressed in pink, has a sort of respect for what criminals are, and resents how Art is betraying both law abiders and law revilers, not to mention his philandering hopes.
Alice Quinn, forlornly believing in staying in a marriage for the money, bitter and weary as her husband drinks and runs about with younger women. Perhaps a vision of Miriam's future, a reflection in another echelon of society.
But the real monsters, despite the madhouse of the pig iron club, are the Wynants, calculating, recalibrating, and scheming, by god always scheming! I like seeing how Mimi is divided into Gil and Dorry. The helplessness, bright blue eyes beseeching as they try to accomplish their respective goals. The sociopathic reduction of other people into objects of investigation and manipulation.
Navigating all this is tiring, and its so much data and viewpoints to hold in one's brain. I can see why Nick just wants to sit down, drink something and eat a Ruben sandwich.