Poor Eddie. Poor Gillian. Poor Frank. Poor Clayton. Boo fucking hoo. That’s life on the Boardwalk, where it’s too close to the ocean for tears to make much difference. Let’s start with Clayton.

“Be calm, dearest child, thy fancy deceives;the wind is sighing through withering leaves.” This week’s episode opens with a series of carefully mounted images. We’re in Eddie’s room, his bed ...