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The ORIGINAL Vampire Threesome – A Recap of The Vampire Diaries’ “The End of the Affair”

-Dating Profile for Klaus, The Original Hybrid-

Aliases: Nicklaus, Nick, Hybrid Dick

Age: Pretty F*&king Old

Turn Offs: People who don’t worship me, plans that have gone awry, prohibition raids, Vampire Slayers with wooden bullets, Were Zombies

Turn Ons: World Domination, Eating People, Rippers, Blood, Destruction, Sharp-Dressed Men, Silly Hair, Stefan Salvatore 

Greetings Fangbangers!  This installment of The Vampire Diaries transported us to a different time and place than we have ever visited before in the series — namely, Chicago, during the 1920’s.  It was an Age of Decadence and Excess in America.  A time when it was just as illegal to drink a glass of wine, as it was to drink blood from someone’s neck, in public.  And yet neither “law” was enforced particularly well  . . . Not surprisingly, the 1920’s was a time when the underworld was ruled by criminals, witches, and, of course, vampires . . .

So fill your glass up to the brim with your lovers’ blood (Mmm . . . yummy!), and raise your glass high.  Because my Lovelies, I daresay Klaus and the Ripper have arrived, which means its probably time to DIE . . .

(Special thanks, as always, go out to Andre for the spectacular screencaps, and the insolentgilbert tumblr for the majority of the fun little gifs you see here.)

“Damon . . . Can You Hear Me Now?”

The episode begins with Damon, looking sexy as ever, as he pours himself a bourbon breakfast of champions in his living room.  The phone rings.  It’s Katherine.

“I’m back, B*tches!”

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She appears to be calling Damon from a payphone, a strange archaic device I didn’t know still existed.  She wonders whether everyone has missed her while she was gone.  And Damon announces, “Nah, haven’t you heard?  I’m head over heels in love with your doppelganger now.  I am SOOOO over you that I don’t even remember your name.  What letter does it start with, again?” that, truthfully, no one has really thought about her since she was gone.

“What are you wearing?” 

Katherine undoubtedly seems a bit hurt by this revelation, but she brushes it off, instead, asking Damon why he hasn’t taken advantage of his current situation, by making a move on Elena in Stefan’s Ripper absence.  (Ahh . ..  Katherine, I always knew you were on Team Delena.  Thanks for feeding some fire to the flame, here.)  Damon brushes off the question, even though we KNOW he’s thinking about it (and will see a little evidence of that later).

Never one to beat around the bush, Katherine then reveals the REAL reason for her call, to give Damon information about Stefan’s whereabouts.  Katherine correctly tells Damon that Stefan is in Chicago with Klaus, who is seeking out his old pal, the witch to try and figure out, why the heck his Hybrid Spell made nothing but loser zombie’s with shorter lifespans than fruit flies.  She also reminds Damon, in a clever little spot of foreshadowing, that one doesn’t live on Earth for as many years as Klaus has, without developing SOME enemies.

It seems EVERYONE on this show is running from something, or someone . . .

This prompts Damon, of course, to wonder WHY Katherine is suddenly being so helpful, and possibly tailing Stefan.  What’s in it for her?

Something always seems to be . . .

Katherine admits that she is “conflicted,” as to whether she wants to help rescue Stefan, and hangs up the phone before Damon can get any additional information about HER whereabouts, or how she knows what she knows.

“I came back for YOU, Stefan.”

Of course, my Kefan / Stetharine heart tells me that Katherine, whether she wants to admit it or not, is doing all this out of love for the younger Salvatore brother. But, of course, I’ve been proven wrong before on this show . . . . many times.  So, who knows?

Meanwhile, in Chicago, Klaus is visiting one of his favorite watering holes, to talk to the resident witch there.  He also secretly hopes that, since Damon used to frequent this bar, himself, back in the 1920’s, seeing the place again, might help to bring back his “Ripper” Roots . . .

The BEST Wake-up Call EVER!

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Given the staunch Delena fan that I am, it should come as ABSOLUTELY no surprise to you that my absolute FAVORITE scene in this episode, was the one where a still-asleep Elena rolled over in bed, and smilingly cuddled into Damon’s chest, her small fist, clutching at the fabric of his shirt, as he stared down at her, mesmerized by her beauty and innocence.

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*insert porn music here*  Come on, Elena, RIP THAT PESKY SHIRT OFF THOSE DELICIOUS ABS.  You can do it!

Of course, then she wakes up, and pretends to be pissed at her future boyfriend for (1) sneaking into her bedroom at 6 am, and (2) pulling such a fast one on her.  (I told you he took Katherine’s advice to heart.)  But that didn’t make what he did any more hilarious or adorable.

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“You must have been dreaming about me.  That would explain the drool,” Damon jokes, delivering his first of MANY great one liners in this episode.

While the bedroom cuddle scene served as a direct inverse to the one in which Elena coddled a dying Damon, in “As I Lay Dying” . . .

  . . .  the scene that followed — in which Damon explains to Elena, that Klaus and Stefan are in Chicago, and they need to leave ASAP, in order to find him, reminded me of “Children of the Damned,” back in Season 1.  You know, the part where Damon barged into Stefan’s bedroom, where Stefan was clutching a post-coitus Elena, in order to tell the pair that it was time for the three of them to retrieve Katherine from the tomb.

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“If I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it.” 

The fact that Damon can now find Elena sleeping ALONE is telling of the future of this love triangle.

Elena, of course, wants to know what brings Stefan to the Windy City.  “Well, he’s not there to visit Oprah,” Damon responds.  (But honestly, wouldn’t it be kind of awesome if he was?  I’ve always secretly suspected Oprah of being a vampire.  I mean, how else would she be able to get everything done that she does?  Clearly, she must not sleep.)

She also wants to know how Damon suddenly has this information.  Not quite ready to reveal that he got it from Katherine, after all, Elena might get jealous, Damon takes the opportunity to deliver, yet another flirtatious zinger, “It came to me in a dream.  I was naked, you would have loved it.”

Oohh Damon, we all would have loved your dream.  But something tells me, Elena would have loved it, especially . . .

Anywhoo . . . more hilarity ensues, as Damon begins rifling through Elena’s underwear drawer (which was also something he seemed to enjoy doing very much, back in Season 1), and pulls out a sexy pair of lacy red underwear, ” Ohhh, put these in the yes, pile, he jokes.”

“Are these mine?  I have a pair just like these at home.” 

Meanwhile, somewhere in Downtown Chicago . . .

Vampire Road Trip – Part 26 (a.k.a. the “Wake up, and SMELL the Ripper, Elena,” World Tour)

We all know that when it comes to Elena, Denial, may very well be an alternate spelling for a River in Egypt, but it tends to run directly through Elena’s bedroom, where Stefan is concerned.  And so, in order to prepare Elena for their next Sure to Fail (They always DO!) plan to save Stefan, he begins by offering her Stefan’s diary for a little “light” reading.  (I hope she’s not one of those girls who get carsick.)

Stefan has girly handwriting. 

It’s ONE book.  And Stefan seems like the kind of guy who writes in his journal everyday, which makes me wonder if Stefan has an organizational format for how he keeps his diaries.  I certainly wouldn’t put it past Mr.  “I Rip Up Bodies” and Put Them Back Together, Because it’s Neat” . . .

Damon cracks me up, by launching into “Stefan” voice, as he reads to Elena about Stefan’s RIPPER RAGE blackouts, and how he wakes up in the morning with women he who he doesn’t recognize (I guess these sexual partners aren’t his victims, because . . . well, more on that later).  Of course, you can count on Damon to comment about Stefan’s SEXUAL escapades to Elena, in order to dig the knife in just a little deeper . . .

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This is not to say that Elena didn’t manage to get her fair share of digs in Damon’s direction, as well . . .

 

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Next stop Stefan’s old bachelor pad, which is a TOTAL dump, as Bachelor Pads tend to be.  That being said, I kind of like the idea of Stefan as a Single Vampire, spending his time in this apartment, getting wasted on booze, eating chicks, and pouring out his heart and soul to his great big WALL Diary.

That’s right, boys and girls.  Apparently, putting his Humpty Dumpty victims back together again, isn’t Stefan’s only serial killer trademark, he also WRITES THE VICTIMS NAMES ON A WALL so that he can remember all the kills.

You know, because Stefan isn’t a “Wham Bam, thanks for being lunch kind of guy,” unlike when he f*&ks you, if Stefan EATS you, you can be damn sure, that he will ask your name first.  I just wonder, how he does this, if he claims to black out, and continuously “lose time,” when he kills, just saying.

Elena huffily wonders what DAMON was doing back in the 1920’s, that he can be so judgy of Saint Serial Killer Stefan.  She suggests snarkily that he helped pave the way for Women’s Lib.  And I actually think that’s TRUE, just not necessarily in the way Elena envisioned it, if you catch my drift . . . 😉

Damon informs Elena that Stefan was a “Cocky Ripper Douche,” (another great phrase to print on a t-shirt, by the way), who Damon had no trouble avoiding while HE traversed the windy city, pretending to be a character in an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel . . .

I also can’t help but wonder how NO ONE HAS EVER thought to search Stefan’s APARTMENT, particularly, when all the high school coeds started dying in his neighborhood.  I mean, think about it, this could have been the start of the shortest Law and Order, SVU episode EVER!

“Amateur!”

Another thing I thought about, when I saw the Not-So-Secret Wall of Weird, was that DAMON had one just like it, back when he was tracking Stefan in “The Birthday.”  I’m starting to think Wall Fetishes is a Salvatore genetic trait . . . after all, they do both seem to like WALL SLAMS .  . .

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(For those keeping score, remember the secret compartment containing the Wall of Weird in Stefan’s apartment, because it’s going to come in real handy later.)

A lot of people (myself included) have begun to get frustrated with Elena these past few episodes, due to her seeming total denial of Stefan’s Ripper Self, and the seeming double standard she holds for both the brothers.

“Are you REALLY going to bring that up again?  Do you have any idea what kind of episode I’ve had?” 

Having given this more thought, I think we can attribute this, at least, somewhat to the Jekyll and Hyde aspect of Stefan’s Ripperism.  While Damon tends to be an all or nothing, show all your cards, kind of ruthless vampire, Stefan exhibits a complete separation of those two parts of himself, partly so that he HIMSELF, can remain in denial of whichever one he currently ISN’T.

This allows Elena to discount how evil Ripper Stefan is, because, as far as SHE is concerned, Ripper Stefan is just some other guy who inhabits Stefan’s body on occasion.  He’s not her actual boyfriend.  Convenient, isn’t it?  Fortunately, by the end of this episode, Elena will be forced to recognize that Ripper Stefan and Boyfriend Stefan ARE in fact just two sides of the same person . . .

Anywhoo, Damon (WHO I LOVE) certainly doesn’t win any intelligence points this week when he (1) leaves Elena alone in Stefan’s apartment, while he searches for clues, knowing that there’s a good chance Klaus and Stefan might return there to get something; (2) tells Elena to come up with a plan on how to Save Stefan, when Elena’s plans always seem to involve (A) failing miserably and (B) almost getting everyone involved KILLED.

But, hey, we get it Damon, love can blind you to the obvious .  . .

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Speaking of love . . . or a SUBSTANTIAL LACK THEREOF .  . .

Here Comes the Sun (and it’s NOT all right with me) . . .

Ummm . . . you know, vampire still DO go to the bathroom. So, I hope you have a chamber pot somewhere in this dungeon of yours  .  . .” 

When we last left our favorite Vampire Barbie, she was shackled to a chair, in a strange, underground dungeon, and coming to grips with the fact that her OWN FATHER put her there!  To be honest, I haven’t decided yet whether the EEEEEVVVVIL Papa Forbes is one of those Wackadoo Religious Zealots, or if he’s just a TOTAL moron.

Listen, can we hurry this behavioral modification thing up?  I’ve got a date to see the new Jennifer Aniston movie, in about twenty minutes.” 

Because, SERIOUSLY, what kind of idiot thinks that vampirism can be cured through torture methods and behavioral modification techniques?

Oh, and  when Papa Forbes told Caroline that he wanted to “Fix Her,” did anybody else, aside from me, hear that Coldplay song in their heads? Anybody?  Anybody?

I guess not . . . 

Speaking of fixing, I know the “vampires are like homosexuals with different eating habits,” concept has always been more of True Blood’s fortay than The Vampire Diaries, but I couldn’t help but get a whiff of it, when Papa Forbes’ notoriously GAY daddy, was trying out his Blood Aversion techniques on his daughter.  Have you guys ever seen the movie “But I Am a Cheerleader?”  Just sayin?

Hypocrite much, Daddy-o?

Sure, there are plenty of vampires out there who feed on humans, because it’s fun to play with your food.  But, when it comes down to it, vampires drink blood because they NEED IT TO LIVE.  They are bloodivores.

“I’m not a DOG, daddy!  I’m not going to PLAY FETCH with you like all your loser boyfriends do.” 

And if they don’t feed, eventually they will weaken, dessicate, and quite possibly, DIE!  So, Papa F (short for F*&KER’S) little “game” of  pouring sun down on a ring-less Caroline’s head for minutes at a time, and then shoving a blood bag in her face, to see if it turned vampy, did NOTHING to curb her cravings, all it did was PISS HER OFF.

“This isn’t what I meant, when I said I’ve always dreamed of being in the spotlight . . . or what I meant when I said I wanted a tan.” 

And trust me, Daddy Dearest, if that was any OTHER vampire, aside from the calm and NON VIOLENT Caroline, he or she would have EATEN YOUR FACE so fast, it would have made your chewed up head fall off.  Now, THAT would have been good television!

Aside from the fact that this WAS her own father doing this to her, part of what made this scene so emotional was how docile Vampire Caroline was the WHOLE time it was happening.  It was almost as if she was accepting and understanding why her father was doing this to her, which was so sad, and so wrong, on so many levels.  She kept tearfully apologizing to her dad for NO GOOD REASON . . .

She was also pleading with him . . . explaining to him that he cannot fix her, and doesn’t NEED to fix her, in between bouts of excruciatingly painful sun exposure.

Kudos to Candice Accola for pulling off such a mixture of fear, frustration, angst, and depression, in these undoubtedly extremely difficult scenes to shoot.

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“I know.  I’m awesome.”

As bad as things got for Caroline, she needn’t have worried, little did she know that just as she was entering her darkest hour, her soon-to-be boyfriend was busy rallying the troops, bravely confronting Lizard Lizard Liza . . . dammit . . . I can’t call her that anymore, in light of how this episode went down!

I literally raised my first in triumph, when Papa Forbes emerged from Caroline’s dungeon at night fall, only to find himself staring down the barrel of his ex-wife’s gun.  “She’s our daughter,” Liz explains.  (I’m glad SOMEBODY noticed).  “Let’s not do this .  . . not because she’s our daughter, but because we love her.”

Liz promptly disarmed Bill, by shooting him, I believe in the leg.  Then out popped the red-shirted Tyler, who at Liz’s prompting used his werewolf-strength to easily break down the dungeon door, rush in, and break apart the shackles confining Caroline’s hands and feet.  And we all know how much Caroline and Tyler like S&M right?

Too soon?

Caroline is so weak from having spent the entire emotional day in a room where vervain seeps through the walls, and don’t even get me started on the whole SUN THING.  And so, she barely registers Tyler’s rescue of her at first, except to call out his name.

“We really have to stop meeting like this.” 

That said, there’s this really adorable moment, where Tyler is about to lift up Caroline to carry her out of the dungeon, and she instructs him to recollect her sunscreen ring, which her father had thrown across the room.  This puts Tyler in the position of having to KNEEL before a seated Caroline, and slide the Sunscreen Ring on her finger.  A goofy embarrassed look is exchanged between these two new lovers, upon realizing what they have done.  But then Tyler snaps out of it, carefully scoops up the wounded Caroline, and delicately carries her back OVER the threshhold toward the comforts of home  . . .

Talk about deja vu!  Once again, we have a depressed Caroline, recovering from a day of vampire-directed torture.(Girlfriend NEEDS a self-defense class, stat!)  Last time this happened, Caroline had Stefan and her girlfriends to help her cope with the pain.  This time, her mother is there, sitting on the edge of her bed, and feeding her a blood bag to help her regain her strength.  OK . . . so Lizard (I’m going to use it here.  But only for this one sentence) loses MAJOR points in my book for trying to justify her ex-husband’s painfully abusive actions to his having been “raised that way,” i.e. to believe vampires are evil.

Aside from the fact that violence toward your kid, should NEVER be condoned, no matter what.  I find it confusing that, assuming both Lizard, Carol and Bill were raised to believe that vampires were monsters who POSSESSED human bodies, once the REAL human soul died, what made Bill think he could HELP CURE Caroline in the first place?  It just doesn’t make sense.  Nevermind the fact that Caroline’s non-violent actions in this awful situation were proof positive that she does not pose a danger to Mystic Falls . . .

At least Liz fesses up to her own formerly murderous feelings toward her daughter here, noting that Caroline taught her an entirely new way to view vampires, and that, one day, her father would come around to this way of thinking as well . . . hopefully . .

Speaking of danger, Liz (see?) gets back in my good graces, by letting Tyler visit Caroline alone in her bedroom, despite the fact that its quite obvious from looking at these two, that they have had sex together.  I love Tyler’s facial expression as he enters the room.  It’s a perfect mixture of sadness, upon seeing Caroline’s depression and pain, up close, relief at her safety, and pure unadulterated love.  Kudos to him for lightening up a dark moment (and taking the words right out of our mouth), by teasing Caroline for the Walk of Shame that, when you think about it, got her into this mess to begin with.

“Would now be a good time to give you crap about sneaking out on me, yesterday morning?” He snarks cutely, before crawling into her bed, and cradling her as she finally allows her true emotions to come to the surface, an aspect of the Forwood relationship I’ve enjoyed since the Coed Naked Couch Cuddle, back in the Season 2 finale.

As Tyler hugs Caroline close, and runs his fingers through her hair, Caroline cries, “My father hates me.”  (Oh man, did I start bawling during this scene.)

Tyler, who, himself, is no stranger to paternal abuse, doesn’t say anything in response to this comment.  He doesn’t need to.  Instead he just continues to hold Caroline . . . silently reminding her that she is not alone.  And that HE will continue to stick by her, no matter what.

All together now . . . “Awwwwww.”  Meanwhile, in other “couples, news . . .”

Klaus and Stefan .  . . The RED Hot Love Affair Begins . . .

Over at the bar called Gloria’s a witch (NOT A VAMPIRE), who was a alive in the 1920’s, and is miraculously no older than 40 today . . . you know . . . because of a crapload of plastic surgery spells and stuff, tells Klaus that the only way he can figure out what went wrong in his little Hybrid spell is to “contact” the ORIGINAL WITCH who cursed him in the first place.  Fortunately (well . . . actually UNFORTUNATELY, since we all already have a pretty good idea as to why the spell didn’t work), Gloria agrees to help Klaus contact the “Original Witch,” provided Klaus get her The Necklace, last seen around “Rebekah’s” neck.

“Rebekah’s a little preoccupied,” Klaus notes causually, in, what we learn later, will be the understatement of the century.

Meanwhile, Stefan is making drinkings behind the bar, when he finds a picture of himself in 1920, with his arm around his current boyfriend Klaus, who he doesn’t remember meeting before Season 2.  Well, isn’t that weird .  . . (Then again, as we learned from Stefan’s diary, heDID have a habit of not asking the names of his sexual conquests.)

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Perhaps, he should have kept a separate Sex List on his Wall of Weird, so that he could relive THESE experiences as well . .  .

Uh oh . . . I sense a FLASHBACK coming on . . .

We’re in the 1920’s now.  And I have to say that the production values on this episode are rather impressive, especially considering that all of it was done on a CW budget, as opposed to say a Boardwalk Empire one . . .

Stefan’s snacking on a flapper chick in the backseat of a car, and manages to take her rose as a souvenir before entering Gloria’s bar.

“Was it as good for you, as it was for me? ANSWER ME!  Oh . .. wait . .  . nevermind.”

Apparently, Gloria not only makes a mean blood cocktail for the vampires who frequent her establishment, she also, apparently sings.  This, of course, is a slightly younger version of the Gloria we meet in present day.  Most notably, she lacks the Sinead O’Connor haircut, and take-no-sh*t attitude of her 21st century counterpart.

“Eat your heart out Beyonce . . . whoever the hell that is.” 

Anywhoo .  . . Stefan apparently rules this bar, like its his dominion.  (I suspect he might even sleep here on occasion, since his apartment is such a dump.)  Gloria even stops her singing to say hello to the Cocky Ripper Douche, who seems, in the 1920’s at least, to be acting a bit like . . . well . . . like Damon.

Love is in the air at Gloria’s and Stefan literally walks into an attractive blonde, who in alternate universes was known for both being a mermaid, and one of Emily’s MANY lesbian girlfriends on PLL.  The attraction is obvious and immediate, most notably because this woman is a vampire.   Her face gets all veiny, as she smells Dead Lady on Stefan’s breath, and you just KNOW it turns her on.

“I love the smell of chewed intestines in the morning.”

As most spectacular relationships on this show do *cough Delena cough,* Stefan’s and Rebekah’s (yes, that’s her name), and even Stefan’s and Klaus’ (as we will see in just a bit) begin with flirtatious love/hate banter.  We see Rebekah bitching at Stefan and his buddies for being TOO LOUD in the bar.  (Really, Rebekah?  How prissy ARE YOU?)  She also refuses to tell the Cocky Ripper Douche her name, until he EARNS it.

Wanna know how he earns it, by eating off the same PLATE as Rebekah.  And by “same plate,” I actually mean THIS . . .

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That’s right, Fangbangers, you’ve heard of Public Displays of Affection, but Public Displays of Cannibalism take romance to a WHOLE OTHER LEVEL apparently . . .

We notice immediately that Rebekah appears to be wearing the prized vervain necklace that Elena is perpetually losing so that Damon can sexily put it back on her neck . . .

At first, I thought it was SUPER CREEPY that Stefan gave his OLD girlfriend’s prized necklace to his NEW girlfriend, no matter how many decades apart they were.  (Then again, this is the guy who dates two women who SHARE THE SAME FACE.  So, what do you expect?)  However, later we will learn that Stefan’s accumulation of that necklace is much more innocent than one would initially think.

Oh, and did I mention that Elena’s necklace has MAGICAL POWERS and that all these witches and original vampires want it back for some reason?   I didn’t?  Well . . . consider it mentioned.  Man, if Elena wasn’t in trouble before . . . She’s sure up Sh*t’s Creek, without a paddle now.

Anywhoo . . .  now that Stefan and Rebekah are in luuuuuuuuuve, it’s time for Stefan to meet The Family, or, more accurately, the BROTHER.

Yep . . . Rebekah just so happens to be Klaus’ little sister . . . an ORIGINAL.  And so, now we’ve met three members of the Original family .  . . possibly four . .  . but more on that later.  Klaus is sizing up Stefan and he CLEARLY HAS A BIG GAY CRUSH ON HIM ALREADY AND IS TOTALLY JEALOUS OF HIS SISTER FOR SNAGGING SUCH A HOTTIE isn’t sure he likes what he sees . . .

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“You are right, Little Sister, he does have funny hair,” Klaus remarks, which is TOTALLY true, by the way.

Ahh, see, I’m going to keep calling him Klaus, for the rest of this recap for ease of reference.  However, have you noticed that Klaus seems to change his name every century or so?  Back in 1492 Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue  everyone referred to Klaus as the Lord Nicklaus (pronounced NEE-KLAUS).  In present day, he’s just plain, “Klaus.”  And, in the 1920’s, he appears to be “Nick.”

Talk about an identity crisis?  Who the hell are you, DUDE?  No wonder Klaus and Stefan get along so well, they both have Multiple Personality Disorder . . .

But, I digress . . .

During a dinner table conversation, we learn some interesting tidbits about Klaus’ Big Happy Coffin family.  I for one, had always assumed that Klaus was the Black Sheep of the family, due to his “illegitamate child” status, and that he drags his brothers and sisters coffins around with him, as a big ole F*&k You to them for rejecting him.  But according to Rebekah and Klaus, this isn’t the case.  Apparently, there was some in-fighting among the Originals Family (possibly, about whether Klaus should break the curse, and become a hybrid?).  Those who sided with Klaus (like Elijah, and apparently, Rebekah, got to live a little bit longer, and those who didn’t were immediately staked.

Interesting . . .

Back at the interrogation, Klaus wonders what so sexy about Stefan that he deems himself worthy to date an Original.  Though he’s probably hoping Stefan will take this as an opportunity to give him and “Beks” a lap dance at the table, Stefan, instead, does something ruthless.  He compels a couple over to his table, and forces the male of the couple to drink the female’s blood for fun, before ultimately killing him, and, quite possibly, her too.

This, apparently, gives Klaus such a big boner that he immediately wants Stefan for a lover brother-in-law.

You know what else makes Klaus want Stefan as part of his family?  Well, for all his cocky doucheness, Stefan just so happens to be a SPECTACULAR kiss ass.   We see him and Klaus, all buddy/ buddy at the bar table, as Klaus confides in him about how his family all wanted him dead.  “They just don’t want you to be who you are . . . a KING,” slurs Stefan, the brown dripping off his nose, as he speaks.

Feeling bolstered by the compliments, and generous, Klaus takes this opportunity to give Stefan some brotherly advice about dating his sister (which, actually is creepy, on a whole lot of levels).  Klaus basically tells Stefan that eventually Rebekah always leaves her boyfriends, so he shouldn’t get to attached . . . you know . . . “Chicks, man!”

Once again, we get an inkling that Klaus once had his heart broken by a woman, possibly, the Original Doppelganger,  Charlotte Petrova.

Back in present day, Klaus shows Stefan Rebekah’s corpse, and he STILL doesn’t remember this woman, who he supposedly loved so deeply, back in the day.  He also doesn’t remember being such butt-buddies with Klaus, “Why do I only know you as the Hybrid Dick who sacrificed my girlfriend on a Ring of Fire?”  Stefan inquires, as the two have drinks later in the day . . .

Well, there’s more to the flashback, of course . . .

Back in the 1920’s there was a Prohibition-Fueled RAID on Gloria’s bar.  Gunshots ripped through the place . . . but the bullets in those guns were WOODEN.  This causes Klaus and Beks to realize that they’ve been found . . . but by WHO?  Who the heck would be powerful enough to cause TWO supposedly invincible Original Vampires to run scared?  Is this just a vampire slayer, or is it, an ORIGINAL Vampire Slayer? Like . . . say . . . Klaus and Rebekah’s FATHER?  Of course, I’m just speculating here . . .

Whoever it is . . . Klaus decides that he and Rebekah should not just LEAVE the bar, they should skip town completely.  At some point during the melee, Klaus finds Stefan and sadly compels him to forget ever knowing him and Beks (A-HA!)  “I’d forgotten what it was like to have a brother,” he says sweetly, before finishing the job.

(But WAIT . . . what about ELIJAH?  Wasn’t he around during this time?  I’m confused . . .)

Stefan’s compulsion aside, when the time comes for Klaus and Beks to go, Rebekah refuses, claiming that she wants to stay with STEFAN.  (Seriously, this guy must have the BIGGEST WEINER EVER?   How else does he keep getting EVERY SINGLE GIRL, even vicious vampires like Katherine and Beks to drop everything for him?)

I’M HUGE!”

Klaus doesn’t take too kindly to this, and stakes her with that White Oak Ash Dagger, that’s starting to seem less and less RARE the further we get into the story.

Well, THIS picture looks a little incest-y. 

Moments later, Stefan is in a now empty bar, where he picks up Beks necklace, which calls to him somehow, even though he no longer has any memory of its wearer.  And THAT’S how ELENA got her vervain necklace.

So, remember how Katherine said that she used to stalk Stefan throughout the decades?  Well, we see her here, in the shadows, wearing what looks like DAMON’S hair, undoubtedly jealous of the woman who briefly stole Stefan’s heart from her . . .

But wait . . . there’s more to this flashback.  SOMEONE comes to Stefan, and shows him pictures of Klaus and Rebekah, asking for information as to their whereabouts.  Fortunately, for Stefan, he can now truthfully be of no help to this man.  But, clearly, THIS guy is pretty scary, if KLAUS is afraid of him.  He may even be the reason Klaus wants to build a hybrid army to begin with . . .

Stefan questions Klaus about this Mystery Man, but Klaus is all moody, and doesn’t want to talk.  “Storytime’s over,” he says.

He then de-stakes Rebecca, compels the guard to tell her to meet him at Glorias, when she wakes up, and to allow her to feed on him, until he dies.  Such a generous Big Bro!  That Klaus!

Meanwhile, in present day . . .

Klaus Temporarily Loses His Vampire Sense of Smell, and it Saves Elena’s Life

Here’s  some irony for you.  Or, perhaps, it’s just another example of how TERRIBLE Damon and Elena are at Rescue Plans. So, Damon arrives at Gloria’s about the time that Stefan and Klaus, head back to STEFAN’S OLD APARTMENT, where ELENA is, so that  Kaus can give Stefan the same Magical Memory Tour Damon gave Elena earlier in the episode.

STEFAN: “I didn’t realize you and I were close enough, back in the day that I would invite you back to my room.”

KLAUS: *whistles uncomfortably* 

So, while Gloria flirts with Damon, “I always liked you better,” she tells him . . .  (AT LEAST SOMEONE ON THIS SHOW DOES!  I mean, seriously, look at him!  What is wrong with these women?) . . . Elena sits on Stefan’s bed (where undoubtedly, 1,000s of women died / and or got laid) reading in Stefan’s diary about how Lexie pulled Stefan back from Ripperdom in the 30’s.

This makes her hopeful .  . . but the language in Stefan’s diary makes ME a little nauseous.  “Lexie taught me how to LAUGH again.” GAG!

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Fortunately, this installment of Deep Thoughts with Non-Ripper Stefan is interrupted by the arrival of Klaus and Ripper Stefan at Stefan’s old place.  And, of course, you guessed it, Klaus wants Stefan to see his Wall of Weird.  And, you guessed it again, that’s exactly where ELENA is hiding!

“It’s not an episode of TVD, if my life isn’t in danger at least once per episode, right?  It’s a good thing I’m the star, otherwise, I’d be crapping in my pants here . . .” 

Now, we all know how SCREWED Elena is, if Klaus finds out that her LIVING is the reason that Klaus can’t convert his hybrid army, right?

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“Pssst . . . get rid of the old guy, and you and I can have a quickly up against your Murder Victim List.  Now THAT would be hot.”

So, we all hold our breaths, as Stefan locks eyes with Elena, and the two of them share a MOMENT.  Meanwhile, Klaus is . . .  I don’t know jerking off . . . or doing something else plot convenient, so that he doesn’t find Elena YET . . .  Then Stefan, calls to Klaus, and says, “Look what I found,” and that’s the moment I want to REACH INTO THE TELEVISION AND RING HIS RIPPER NECK!

But not to worry, he was just talking about booze.  Stefan let Elena live.  There’s still some humanity left inside him . . . for a few more minutes, anyway. 😉

The Grand (but once again ineffective) Plan

When Damon finally arrives home, Elena rightfully gives him some grief for leaving her alone in Stefan’s apartment, and almost getting her killed AGAIN by Klaus.  In Damon’s defense, he does seem to feel incredibly guilty about this.  But there isn’t really any time to discuss how this makes both of them “feel.”  After all, they have a Freaking Hungry Ripper to catch!

Elena’s Grand Plan is remarkably similar to the one she and Damon enacted, back in Season 1’s “Blood Brothers,” and it worked back then, surprisingly enough.  Elena will get Stefan alone, vervain stake him, and bring him back home.  Of course, unlike last time, there’s a new Wild Card in this situation, and his name starts with a “K” and ends with a “laus.”

That’s right!  Damon has to distract Klaus, while Elena is busy doing her thing with Stefan, and . . . you know . . . not get killed.   So, Elena puts on a sexy purple dress she packed for the occasion, and the two head to Gloria’s, since Gloria said Klaus and Stefan would be returning there that night.

Klaus and Stefan are sitting together at the bar, when Damon appears, and motions for Stefan to come chat with him.  Stefan gets away from Klaus, by saying he needs to drink a human.  Once outside, the Salvatore Brothers engage in their usual family greeting, a Wall Slam.  Once again, Stefan repeats what has become his Broken Record Monologue of “Damon stop following me.  You need to protect Elena, blah, blah, blah.”

“You are the biggest COCKBLOCK ever, and most of the time you aren’t even in the same STATE I’m in.  How do you MANAGE to you manage to do that?” 

Except this time he actually EXPLAINS TO HIM the whole Hybrid business, and why it’s extremely important that Klaus not know that Elena has foiled his 500 years in the making, plan.

That’s what we’d like to know . . . 

Then Damon leaves Stefan to chat with Elena, while he goes inside to distract Klaus.

Stefan Abjures Elena, Damon Develops a Distaste for Girly Alcohol Drinks with Umbrellas in Them

Inside the bar, Klaus cleverly remarks that Gloria’s has opened the doors to all the Riff-Raff.  To this, Damon smirks his trademark smile, does his Eye Thing for Klaus, and tells him that he’s been called much worse.  Klaus is clearly getting annoyed with Damon for not leaving him to play with his new Surrogate Brother / Playtoy Stefan.  But Damon just wants his brother back.

DAMON: “I know you LOVE Stefan.  And that it’s always going to BE Stefan.  But don’t you find me the least bit attractive?” 

Klaus than remarks that Damon seems to have some sort of a Death Wish (which is totally TRUE by the way), before grabbing him by his neck and raising him off the ground.  Klaus then proceeds to prod Damon with those cute little umbrellas bars put in Margaritas and Pina Coladas.  The problem, of course, is that THESE umbrellas are tipped with vervain, and they hurt like a B*TCH!

Despite being in pain, Damon continues to work his angle, offering Klaus to take him as sex slave wing man instead, since he is so much more fun than his brother.  Normally, I’d concur with this statement.  But since I NEED more alone time between Damon and Elena in my life, I’d have to say NOOOOOOOOOOOO to this suggestion of Damon’s.  Klaus then remarks that by the time he’s through with Stefan, Stefan will NEVER want to return to his own life.  And, as viewers, we can’t help but wonder whether Klaus might have a point there . . .

“Bibbity Bobbity BOO!” 

Then Klaus moves on from umbrella stick torture to WOODEN STAKE MADE FROM A CHAIR TORTURE, which, if successful could mean the END OF DAMON . . . and I’m not just talking about an Originals Taking a Nap Type End.  I’m talking about the REAL DEAL.  Fortunately, our Witch Woman Gloria is there to save Damon from certain death . ..  not really because she cares about him all that much, but simply because she doesn’t want to get blood on her recently washed bar floors . . .

Meanwhile, outside, Elena has what at least BEGINS as a heartfelt reunion with Stefan.  ‘You shouldn’t be here,” he says.

“Where else would I be?” She inquires.

“You smell different.  In fact, you smell like Klaus.  Have you been cheating on me?  I really hope not.  I can take your killing thousands of innocent people, while we’re separated, but not your having sex with some dude.” 

Then she rushes to hug him, and he lets her.  For a few moments, they share a gentle embrace, until we see he vervain needle in Elena’s hand.  It’s poised on Stefan’s back.  You ever hear the phrase, “Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me?”  Well, Stefan isn’t about to play the fool here.  So, he grabs Elena’s hand, which is carrying the dart, and twists it so hard he nearly breaks it.

And it’s a BIG DEAL, because it’s the first time Stefan has lashed out at Elena, while being “in control.”  Though he lunged at her in “Blood Brothers,” that was more out of bloodlust than anything else.   This was calculated to SCARE Elena, and it did, but probably not as much as Stefan had hoped.

So, Stefan is forced to be completely honest with Elena, forcing her to hear the things she’s been denying all this time.  He tells her about the bodies he’s left across the East Coast. 

It’s nice sometimes . . . being remembered.

He tells her how last time he fell off the wagon like this, it took him THIRTY YEARS to get back onto it . . . roughly half Elena’s life.  And then, he DUMPS HER, in a practiced way that reminded me a heck of a lot of the WEREWOLF ABJURE we saw in this Season’s True Blood.  Fans of that show can corroborate that for me, I think.

“It’s done,” he says.  “That part of my life is done.  I don’t want to see you.  I don’t want to be with you.  I just want you to go.”

And then Stefan walks away, leaving a tearful Elena to FINALLY face the fact that her first true love may be gone forever.

Poor Damon and Elena.  They both look pretty beaten up, both physically and emotionally, by the time they get back in their car, and prepare to head back home.  Damon might have imagined this day in his head, in the past, and thought he would be elated to have a REAL SHOT at romantic bliss.  But now, he just seems sad that the woman he loves more than life itself is in so very much pain.  “Are you OK?”  He asks Elena, knowing, of course, that the answer is definitely no.

“Just drive,” says Elena stoically, the firm tenor of her voice, belying the tears in her eyes.

And so, Damon does . . .

Back, inside Gloria’s . . .

“Oh, so THAT’S REBEKAH!  Now, I remember!  I think I’ll turn full on EVIL now, thank you very much . . .”

“I just had the strangest dream.  And you were there .  . . and you . . .” 

While Stefan is abjuring Elena, Klaus enters the room where Rebekah’s coffin was to find it empty, and the security guard dead.  Then Rebekah jumps out of nowhere, and surprises Klaus by stabbing HIM with the White Oak Dagger, which would be REALLY COOL and shocking, except for the fact that he’s IMMUNE to it now, being a Big Bad Hybrid and all.

“You knew it wouldn’t kill me,” remarks Klaus.

“I just thought it would hurt more,” responds Rebekah petulantly, like brother, like sister, I guess.

Then Stefan arrives, and Klaus compels him to remember both his love for Rebekah, and his friendship / gay love brotherhood with Klaus.  Stefan’s eyes get all twinkly and starry eyed, and you can tell a MAJOR change has taken place within him.

That there is SOME POWERFUL COMPULSION.

Now, comes the funny part.  Just like a big brother, Klaus asks Rebekah where her necklace is, and scolds her for losing it before he, you know, KILLED HER and stuff.  Then Stefan remembers EXACTLY where the necklace is.  And we can just hope that he’s not far gone enough to sell out his ex-girlfriend . . .

Back at home Katherine and Damon have another flirty phone conversation, where Damon tries to guess where she is, and Katherine doesn’t tell him.  At the end of the episode, we find out exactly where she is and its totally expected shocking.  She’s in CHICAGO, just like her Boy Toy Stefan, of course.

The question IS .  . . what exactly is she planning to do there?

I guess we will have to tune in next week to find out.  So, tell me, what did you think of Cocky Ripper Douche Stefan, his girlfriend Original Rebekah, Hybrid Dick Klaus, and their wild and wonderful journey to the Ripping Twenties?  How about Delena’s morning after bedroom cuddle?  And Tyler’s rescue / wedding foreshadowing scenes with Caroline?  Feel free to sound off in the comment section below.

Until next time . . .

Oh, and P.S.,, here’s the promo for next week’s episode, “Disturbing Behavior,” and I have just one thing to say about it, well, THREE actually (1) Bondage Stefan returns; (2) GO Team Kefan; and, of course, (3) What is wrong with YOU, Elena?  Give the poor guy a break and have sex with him already.

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Blood is Thicker Than Water – A Recap of Boardwalk Empire’s Season 1 Finale “A Return to Normalcy”

“Now, son, you be a good boy, and wash your hands, before dessert.  That Dead D’Alessio’s neck blood under your fingers is probably covered with germs!  Who knows where that guy’s been?”

R.I.P. Guy who used to be on Doogie Howser.  Better luck next lifetime . . .

 Well, Season 1 of Boardwalk Empire quite literally went out with a BANG didn’t it?  The Body Count was HIGH, a President and Mayor were elected, couples were reunited, someone got knocked up, and someone else got a REALLY crappy haircut . . .

Yes, Angela, you keep that hat ON!  Remember what happened to Felicity when she cut HER hair too short on HER show?

*facepalm*

So, without further adieu, I proudly present to you a recap of “A Return to Normalcy” . . .

Halloween Just Got a Whole Lot Scarier . . .

Awww, it’s got its mother’s eyes (and its father’s teeth)!

When the episode opens, Van Alden is giving a self-righteous and incredibly lame rousing speech to prospective new FBI recruits.

We learn that one of the men to whom Van Alden is preaching, could end up serving as his replacement.  You see, after the unfortunate death of his partner, Agent Sebso, due to Van Alden holding his head underwater until he drowned while 30-someodd supposedly religious people watched and did NOTHING heart attack, Van Alden has become disillusioned with SINFUL Atlantic City, and the work he is doing there as Prohibition Agent.  Therefore, he would like to leave the FBI and find work elsewhere . . .

“What?  You couldn’t have decided that last week BEFORE you killed me?”

While Van Alden is warning the new recruits against temptation, a smart-mouthed rookie cop, who looks kind of like a Poor Man’s Matt Damon, jokes that Van Alden should “bring on the dancing girls!”

BIG MISTAKE, NotMattDamon! 

Van Alden rewards the celebrity look-alike’s humor, by PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE (therby, forever dashing the poor man’s hopes of ever getting cast in Good Will Hunting 2: Electric Boogaloo . . . )

Back at home, Mrs. Van Alden is clearly disappointed to learn that her husband wants to leave the bureau, and become a farmer . . .

“Now, I’m NEVER going to get to meet Al Capone.  He’s SO DREAMY! *sigh*”

You were doing the Lord’s work,” Wifey argues . . .

= Lord’s Work

Oh, that Mrs. Van Alden!  She’s such a kidder!

Speaking of folks that Holy Man Van Alden may or may not be schtupping, the Grand Poobah of Hypocrisy gets a very frightening visit at his office, toward the end of the episode . . .

*sings*  “I know all there is to know about The Crying Game . . .”

It was so nice of the show’s writers to give us a reprieve from having to see Lucy Dumb Slut on our television screens, last week.  I guess asking for two in a row, was just too much to ask . . .  The good news is that Lucy only stuck around long enough to tell Creepy Van Alden, that she was carrying his Creepy Van Spawn.  Apparently, having a barren wife, has caused Mr. Back Slappy’s sperm to become a bit restless . . .

Mrs. Van Alden’s Hostile Uterus resents that remark . . . and argues that it has dodged a MAJOR bullet here.

Karma’s a b*tch, Mr. Van A.  And, you just got yourself screwed!

“The D’Alessio Brothers Sleep With the Fishes”

Al Capone shoots people in the face, WHILE smoking cigarettes.  Could he BE any cooler?

For most of the season, Arnold Rothstein has plotted to bring down Nucky Thompson, and take over his Boardwalk Empire.  And yet, with the Feds breathing down his back, and an indictment for fixing the World Series looming over his head, the New York crime boss finds himself in the new-to-him situation of being up “sh*t’s creek without a paddle.”  So, Arnold, being the rational guy he is, decides make temporary peace with his enemy, even if it means eating a little crow, along the way . . .

Tastes like chicken!

So, in a scene mimicking a similar one that took place during the pilot episode, Rothstein and his New York crew (including Lucky Luciano and Meyer Lansky), meet with Torrio, Capone, of the Chicago crew, as well as Nucky and Jimmy (from their own crew), on a deserted beach in Atlantic City . . .

“Never underestimate the Power of the Bow Tie.”

A deal is struck.  Nucky will make sure that Rothstein is cleared of all criminal charges, in return for $1 million and the known whereabouts of all those pesky D’Alessio brothers.  (I’m guessing Rothstein is MIGHTY happy about those Life Insurance policies he took out on all of them now, isn’t he?)

Then, in a scene that was a clearly a homage to the last 5 minutes of ALL THREE Godfather movies, as well as just about every mob movie I’ve ever seen, we watch Nucky give some dull political speech about ridding Atlantic City of violence.  The speech, of course, is intercut with gory peeks at the violent deaths of all the remaining living D’Alessio brothers, at the hands of Capone, Lucky Luciano, Richard Harrow, and Jimmy.  They even killed that poor little runty kid!

 

Trick or Treat!

Now that’s just wrong!

While most of the D’Alessio’s met their untimely demise by gunshots to the head, the most gruesome death of all came to Max Casella a.k.a. Vinny Delpino from Doogie Howser (one of the few D’Alessios who actually had LINES on the show).  Jimmy whacked him in the barber shop, by slicing his throat open with a knife.

Sweeney Todd would be so proud!

Speaking of BAD haircuts . . .

Splitting Hairs . . .

“When I told you I wanted to find common ground with you, us having the exact same haircut, wasn’t exactly what I had in mind . . .”

After a nice leisurely afternoon of neck slicing, Jimmy arrives home to a wife he doesn’t want to talk to, and a kid who doesn’t want to talk to him.  When confronted about her son’s “disrespectful” behavior, Dull as Dirt Angela admits that everyone in the house is frightened of Jimmy, because he has PTSD attacks in the middle of the night, and starts grabbing Angela and screaming at her.

To his credit, Jimmy seems horrified by the prospect of hurting his wife or his son. 

He much prefers beating up and killing grown men, to women and children!  (It pays better!)  Hugging Dull as Dirt Angela, Jimmy tells her that, now that he is home from the war, he wants to really start fresh at being a “family man” to her and Little Tommy.  “Were you in love with her?’  Jimmy plaintively asks Angela, in reference to her “Kissing Friend” Mary, who “left for Paris” last week.

Although Angela initially assures Jimmy of her love for him, the expression on her face when she receives a postcard, supposedly from Mary, with a cheesy picture of the Eiffel Tower on it, and the even cheesier line (“Forgive me, but don’t forget me.”) written across its back, says differently.  Oh, and lets not forget that AWFULLY butch Little Dutch Boy haircut Angela was sporting at the end of the episode! 

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a picture of it online.  However, I can tell you that it looked a little something like this . . .

“Don’t look directly at it, Son.  You might go blind.”

It was the Maid . . . in the Kitchen . . . with the Cookies . . .

Meanwhile, a much healthier looking Commodore is accusing his maid of poisoning him, his dog, Jimmy, and Cookie Monster, with her arsenic-flavored cookies . . .

“Still tastes DELICIOUS . . . nom . . . nom . . . nom.”

The Maid admits to poisoning her boss so quickly, and easily, that it really got me wondering whether she was taking the fall for somebody else. 

“Moi?”

Nucky’s reaction of refusing to arrest the Maid, and paying her to get out of town, seemed only to confirm my suspicions.

“And another one down, and another one down . . . another one bites the dust.”

“I certainly understand why you’d want to, but you can’t go around poisoning people you have to get others to do it for you,” Nucky lectures the Maid, before giving her a fond farewell.

Now, like Nucky, I’m not exactly mad at the Maid for trying to off Commodore Pedophile, either.  But she ABSOLUTELY deserves to go to jail for killing the POOR DOG!

“B*tch is going DOWN!”

“I tell you my sorrows . . . you pretend to be sympathetic .  . . we wind up in bed.”

“Well, geez, Nucky!  Now you’ve gone and spoiled all of Season 2!”

Having abandoned La Casa de Nucky, Margaret is now shacking up with that TOTAL MORON, Nan Britton, who is STILL convinced that Warren Harding is going to leave his wife for her, as soon as he becomes President.  While the pair are out frolicking through a cemetery, in honor of, Halloween, Margaret conveniently comes across the grave of Nucky’s son, who died, after having lived only six days.

Nucky’s SUPER harsh reaction to her daily “Lysol Baths” suddenly making a lot more sense to her, Margaret rushes to see Nucky, just as he is preparing to attend a Halloween party.  Nucky’s “costume” looks kind of like THIS . . .

 . . . only about 500 times LESS SEXY!

When Margaret arrives, Nucky goes to remove his mask, but she tells him to keep it on.  “It suits you,” she says flirtatiously.

And so does THIS . . .

When Margaret asks Nucky about his lost son, the Atlantic County Treasurer at first does not want to talk about it.  “I tell you my sorrows . . . you pretend to be sympathetic . . . we end up in bed,” whines Nucky, as if nookie with Margaret is the WORST thing that could possibly happen to him.

“Oh, please no!  Don’t have orgasmic, mindblowing, sex with me!  Anything but that!”

Eventually, Nucky tells Margaret about how he was always afraid to hold his frail newborn boy.  Therefore, he busied himself with work, during its first days home from the hospital.  After a few days, Nucky finally gets the courage to hold his son.  But when he goes to take the child from his wife, he sees that it has been dead for many days.  His wife just refused to believe this was so.  She suffered from serious depression, as a result.  One month after the baby was buried, she slit her wrists and died.

“The times with you and the children in the house . . . I have never been happier or more terrified in my life .  . . And now you know more about me than anybody here,” Nucky admits.

A tearful Margaret is touched by Nucky’s story.  Much of his behavior toward her makes sense now.  After all, she too lost a baby.  Margaret then tells Nucky that she is planning on leaving Atlantic City, for good.  Nucky offers to give her money, but she declines.  “There is a kindness in you,” Margaret insists.  “How can you do what you do?”

“We all have to decide how much sin, we can live with,” Nucky says sadly.

“Mr. Thompson, I am pleased to have finally made your acquaintance and I would really like to f*ck you now,” says Margaret, before bidding Nucky adieu.

“She’ll be back.  They always come back.  I mean, who can resist this Hot Hunk of Man Cheese?”

The Thrill of Victory, and The Sweetness of Revenge

Halloween is over and election day is here.  That means Nucky and his friends are going to have to ramp up the corruption and campaign rigging to a whole new level, if they want to get those Republicans in office!  Bribes exchange hands.  People vote multiple times in multiple districts.  The dead are registered to vote . . .

 . . . as are the undead.

Shortly before election day, Chalky White approaches Nucky, reminding him of his ability to control the African American vote, a contingent that is much coveted on both sides of the political divide.

“I RULE!”

So, Chalky’s going to need a few favors from Nucky, before he can offer his services.  He asks for cash, a car, and an invitation to the inaugural ball.  Nucky seems fine with the first two, but the last request concerns him a bit.  This is 1920, after all . . .

On Election Day, Nucky is shaking babies and kissing hands (or whatever the heck that old expression is supposed to say) . . .

 . . . when he locks eyes with Margaret, on the voting line.  They eye f*ck eachother for a bit, but say nothing.

Ultimately, Nucky’s stool pidgeon, Mayor Bader, wins his election.  (Ummmm, yay, I guess?)  Everyone seems to be happy with the results, except Eli, who, understandably, is still pissed about being passed over as Sheriff in favor of Opportunistic Prick . . .

Nucky doesn’t understand what Eli is getting so cranky about.  (Little Bro must be on the rag.)  “I gave you a cut of Rothstein’s money,” argues Nucky.

Eli is not impressed.  But I would be.  Do you have any idea how much $1 million was back in 1920.  That’s A LOT of salad!  “What you say affects people,” Eli lectures.  “There are consequences to what you say, and what you do.”

Nucky continues to try and plead his case, “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but you have to trust me.  Blood is thicker than water.”

“And tastier too!”

“But why does it have to be MY blood?”  Eli whines.

As if on cue, Mayor Bader announces to the party that his first act as Mayor will be to fire Opportunistic Prick Halloran, and reinstate Eli as Sheriff.  Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like there is a New / Old Sheriff in Town.

HAHA!  Sayonara, SUCKA!

So, it would appear that Nucky was looking out for his little brother, after all!  He just needed the Little Guy to lay low, until elections were over, so, as not to bring about any bad publicity related to Eli’s “Casino Scandal” to the Republican party.  The problem is that Eli doesn’t seem to see it that way . . .

Jimmy doesn’t really see it that way, either.  And when he drunkenly starts asking people at the Mayor’s party whether Nucky  “pimped their mothers out too,” (which is REALLY inappropriate, but kind of hilarious), Eli realizes he may have just located an unlikely ally . . .

Later, a pretty wasted Jimmy arrives at his Pedophile Dad’s house — still stewing over Big Pimp Nucky, and his wife’s Little Dutch Boy haircut.

Jimmy spikes Commodore’s milk with arsenic whiskey, and the Commodore rewards his son, by sharing with him a little bedtime stor,y about the time that Commodore took the fall for Nucky’s rigging of an earlier presidential election.  While Commodore stewed in jail, Nucky quickly rose to power, thereby terminating any chance Commodore would ever have of running Atlantic City again.

Commodore warns Jimmy, that Nucky is doing the same thing to him, using Jimmy’s talents for his own personal gain, and forcing him to do what Nucky himself doesn’t have the stomach for.  Commodore then reveals to Jimmy the big plans he has for his future.  “You are my flesh and blood.  You are going to take Atlantic City back for both of us.”

Then, who should enter the room?  But Nucky’s very own brother Eli . . . and he has . . . you guessed it . . . a plan.

Careful, Eli!  Remember what happened to that OTHER BROTHER who thought he could screw over his smarter, more powerful sibling and get away with it?

My advice to Eli?   Try not to go fishing anytime soon . . .

Margaret and Nucky — Together Forever For Now

While Pedophile, NotFredo, and Henry from Dawson’s Creek are plotting revenge against Nucky, Margaret is busy tarting herself up in a surprisingly low-cut flapper dress, in hopes of winning the Man Cheese back! “But what has made her change her mind, so suddenly?”  You ask . . .

Well, it all started when Margaret found a piece of rag in her cake . . .

Oh, don’t worry!  She baked it in there, on purpose!

You see, apparently, the Irish have something called a “Barnstack Cake,” into which you bake a rag, a coin, and a wedding ring.  (Sounds to me like a lawsuit waiting to happen . . .)  Then, when you eat the cake, if you get the piece with the wedding ring in it, you will get married.  If you get the piece with the coin in it, you will be rich.  And, if you get the piece with the rag in it, you are destined to be poor and destitute, FOREVER. 

Moron Nan got the wedding ring piece, thus proving Margaret’s Barnstack Cake must be TOTALLY broken!

But when Margaret got the rag piece, she got a little freaked out.  And so, off she ran to Nucky’s Party of the Week, Dressed to Screw.  At the party, just like in every romantic comedy I’ve ever seen, Nucky’s and Margaret’s eyes meet from across the room.  (I kept waiting for that song from Pretty in Pink to start playing in the background.) 

“I touch you once.  I touch you twice.  I won’t let go at any price . . .”

The pair come togther.  They drink champagne.  (Temperance Barbie, Margaret, is TOTALLY going to become an alchy!  I can just feel it!)  Margaret even calls him Uncle Nucky.  (Because EVERYBODY screws their uncles!)  

Then, it is announced that the Worst President in History, Warren G. Harding, has just been elected.  In his inaugural speech, he advocates a Return to Sh*t Normalcy.  Everybody claps, even THIS GUY . . .

Chalky is such a sex stallion, that he impregnated the ENTIRE ballroom, just by looking at them (even the old men!)

The episode ends with a slightly tipsy Margaret and Nucky leaving the party at dawn, strolling out toward the Boardwalk, and staring contentedly at the sunrise . . .

The whole thing was cheesy as heck, and yet, an oddly appropriate end to the show’s first season.  Except . . . was I the only one who expected someone to pop out from behind, and shoot Nucky in the head, at the last second?

Yeah . . . I definitely watch too many Gangster Movies . . .

See ya next year, folks!

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Who’s Your Daddy? – A Recap of Boardwalk Empire’s “Paris Green”

Those out there who once complained that nothing ever happens on Boardwalk Empire are certainly eating crow now, aren’t they?

After all, this was the episode that FINALLY answered both the question of Jimmy’s paternity, and why his mom looks the same age that he does!  Also this week, we learned: what Margaret REALLY does with her Lysol; why you should never EVER double cross that Creepy Psychopath Van Alden, and what type of things you have to say to get Steve Buscemi’s eyes to bug out of his head, like one of those cartoon characters, who just saw a Naked Lady.

But, I think my absolute FAVORITE thing about this episode was that, even though there was no Awesome Al Capone in it . . .

 .  . . there was also NO DUMB SLUT LUCY, either!

So, let’s bring on the sheer fabulousness.  Shall we?

Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?

Don’t you hate it when, you’ve tied yourself upside down from the ceiling, and you can’t seem to get out of your straight jacket?  Well, so does Harry Houdini’s much less famous brother, NotHoudini.  We learn this during a VERY embarrassing public performance, during which NotHoudini takes WAY TOO LONG to get himself out of his straight jacket, while thousands look on, boredly. 

Later, back at Nucky’s mansion, NotHoudini redeems himself (sort of) by performing that So-Easy-a-Five-Year-Old-Can-Do-It, Hide the Jewelry Trick on Margaret.  Margaret is clearly impressed.  Thus, proving that she should really get out more!  I blame Nucky, of course.

“Wow!  Could you pull a rabbit out of a hat, and a coin out of my ear too?”

“I knew you were deceiving me, and yet you still succeeded in doing it,” Margaret marvels.

The aforementioned statement ends up being a major exercise in foreshadowing.  As it turns out, both Margaret’s “willingness” to be deceived, and that “hidden” necklace Nucky gave her, will be featured prominently in one of the episode’s main plotlines.

Later, when Nucky’s brother, Eli, rips him a new tushy, for letting his girlfriend get too involved in his business affairs, Nucky responds by comparing Eli to NotHoudini.  “If it weren’t for who his brother was, nobody would give a f*&k [about him],” exclaims Nucky.

And just to prove to Eli, how serious he is about nobody giving a sh*t about him, Nucky rips Eli’s Sheriff position right out from under his nose, and awards it to Opportunistic Prick Halloran.  Opportunistic Prick, if you recall, had the sheer GALL to ask Nucky for the position last week, mere days after Eli had been shot.

Don’t worry Eli!  You could always decide to become a Magician like NotHoudini.  You’re already pretty good at making opportunities disappear . . .

“Wash Your Mouth Out With Lysol, Just Like You Wash Your . . . Cat!”

Thank you, Boardwalk Empire for reminding me just how much I’ve missed Steve Buscemi’s Crazy Eyes!

Shortly after NotHoudini’s in-house performance, Nucky’s friend, Random Dude with Mustache, starts blubbering like a baby, because he lost all his money in a Ponzi Scheme.  Scratch that.  He lost his money in THE Ponzi Scheme, orchestrated by Charles Ponzi, himself.   Now, you’ve got to admit, that’s pretty impressive.  I mean that’s the type of thing they make souvenirs for!

Unfortunately, Random Dude with Mustache’s “concubine,” Annabelle Lotsa Wigs, doesn’t think so.  And when she tries to gather up the money she’s been stealing from him all these years, and skip town, she’s APPALLED to find out that HE STOLE IT FIRST!

It’s not easy being sleazy . . .

So, of course, Annabelle Lotsa Wigs, upon realizing that her Meal Ticket has expired, runs crying to Former F*&k Buddy, Nucky for some dough.   She even offers to give him a little screw, for good luck.  During their foreplay little exchange, who should walk in, but . . . LARGE MARGE!

To say Margaret is pissed off is an understatement, especially since SHE just lent Lotsa Wigs $50 herself, earlier.  So Margie starts really letting Nucky have it, in that grumpy passive-aggressive style she’s mastered so well, over the years.  Before you know it, EVERYTHING that has been unspoken between Nucky and Margaret throught the season, comes bubbling to the surface. 

Margaret calls Nucky out on making her do his political dirty work, while not permitting her to ask questions about his criminal enterprises.  Nucky calls Margaret out on being a hypocrite.  “If you were really a good person, you wouldn’t be here right now,” he remarks SAGELY.

He’s kind of got a point there . . .

Then, Nucky calls Margaret out on using Lysol to . . . ahem . . . clean herself.

Lysol:  It Gets the Sperm Out!

But, hey, Margaret doesn’t want to risk making any more Little Nuckys with her Nookie!  After all, there’s a good chance one of those bastard children might end up getting the Crazy Eyes Gene! 

However, things don’t REALLY get heated, until Margaret (rightfully) accuses Nucky of having her husband killed.  Sure, he was a stinking drunk loser, who beat her, and made her lose her baby.  But that doesn’t mean he DESERVED TO DIE!  Oh .  . . wait . . . yes it does. 

Yet, when Nucky (rightfully) replies that Margaret is WAY better off with her old husband dead, Margaret SLAPS HIM IN THE FACE!

Is it just me, or does she do that to people, A LOT?

Well . . . that Bitch Slap was MORE than enough ammunition for Nucky’s Crazy Eyes to come out to play.  Suddenly, the Nuckster is hurling Margaret’s Lysol bottle into a mirror, shattering it.   “You won’t be needing THIS anymore!”  Nucky yelps. 

(Now, I’m assuming he was referring to the Lysol Douche Bottle.  But wouldn’t it be funny if he was talking about the mirror?)

Margaret calls Nucky’s bluff, and definitively ends his Nookie (at least, for now).  Toward, the end of the episode, Nucky learns from Richard Harrow, that Margaret “fired” the Sweet Tin Man Serial Killer, packed up her kiddies, and fled Concubine Row, leaving the necklace that Nucky bought for her behind.

“Was it something I said?”

At the end of the episode, Nucky visits a fortune teller, to find out whether there is any hope of him getting laid in the near future.  In payment for her services, Nucky undoubtedly will give said fortune teller a used necklace, and a half-empty bottle of Lysol . . .

“Look Mom, Ghosts!”

Speaking of people who’s futures are going to suck, when we last left the Most Boring Closeted Lesbian in the World, Angela, she was making plans to escape to Paris with Little Tommy and her Kissing Friend, the Photographer’s Wife . . .

So, this week, Angela packs her bags, and, after leaving a note for Jimmy, heads off to the Photography Shop to meet her Destiny.

Unfortunately, when Angela arrives at the shop, she learns that Destiny left without her.  Some dude sweeping the floor, informs a very heartbroken Angela that the Photographer and his Wife skipped town permanently in the dead of night, supposedly en route to Paris.  And yet, a photograph Tommy finds on the floor of the otherwise empty shop seems to suggest otherwise.  “Look Mom, Ghosts!”  Angela’s son exclaims.

When Angela examines the picture she sees to her horror, that it is a wedding photo of the photographer and his wife, both with their faces crudely scratched out.  No more Kissing Friend, for Angela!

“Well, great!  Now, I have NO PURPOSE WHATSOEVER for being on this show!”

When Angela arrives home, a rather Sinister Looking Jimmy appears shortly thereafter.  “I know what you’ve been doing,” he says cryptically, to a very freaked out Angela. 

(Has Jimmy read the “Dear JimmyJohn” note Angela left him?  Did he order a hit on the Photographer and his Wife?   Or did he just want Angela to THINK they were dead?  So many questions . . . So little recapping time.)

In fact, Jimmy pretty much ignores Angela, throughout the entire scene, talking instead to Tommy, about how much fun the two of them will have together, once he gets older.  (Translation:  “You’re NEVER EVER taking my kid from me, B*tch!”) 

But the best part of the entire scene comes at the very end.  In it, Jimmy tells Angela to put Tommy to bed, and then very dramatically closes the door in her face.  The manner in which he does it is very reminiscent of that FABULOUS final scene from The Godfather, where Michael Corleone lies to his wife about killing his sister’s husband, and then closes the door in her face, as he begins to take over his father’s position, as head of the Corleone crime family, in earnest.

The fact that nobody has thought to excerpt this iconic scene on YouTube annoys me greatly.  Because I really, really, really wanted to include it in this recap!  If you haven’t seen the film yet, Netflix it now, or Richard Harrow will shoot you, right under your eyeball!

We are Family . . .

Hey there, Commodore!  You know what grown men who diddle 13-year olds deserve?  Arsenic-flavored Cookies, that’s what!

Jimmy receives a call early on in the episode from his mom that his father is dying.  “What do you want me to do about it?”  Jimmy asks gruffly.

Ahhh . . . there’s nothing like the love between a father and son!

Apathy aside, Jimmy decides to show up at the Commodore’s Death Bed to support his mother. 

During our stay over at the Commodore’s, we learn a thing or two about Jimmy’s origins.  As it turns out, Nucky pimped out Mama Gillian to the Commodore, when she was just THIRTEEN and Commodore was FIFTY FOUR!

For a lot of women, that’s not even medically possible!  Poor Gillian!  I mean, she probably wasn’t even old enough to buy LYSOL then!  Besides, who the heck wants to be a grandmother by their early 30’s?  That”d be pretty darn awful!

No wonder Jimmy’s got such a chip on his shoulder!  “I’m what time and circumstances have made me,” Jimmy remarks, when a sickly Commodore inquires after Jimmy’s life choices.

“And, thankfully, I got most of my looks from my mother’s side of the family.”

Commodore then tells Jimmy that it was HIS Pervy Ass that built Atlantic City up from a dank swamp into the Cest Pool of Sin it is now!  (I think he deserves a round of applause for that, don’t you?  No?  Still mad at him about the whole pedophile thing?  Yeah . . . me too.  No applause then.)

“Yeah, you and your Big Blue Ox,” Jimmy snarks.

You know you’re watching a “period piece,” when one of its “pop culture references” is about Paul Bunyan . . .

“What I’m saying is that the wrong man is running this town!”  Commodore yells, frustratedly.

“Hey!  I resemble that remark!”

And how does Jimmy respond to his absentee father’s suggestion that HE should be running Atlantic City, instead of Nucky.  “I don’t feel well,” he says, before LITERALLY walking out of the room, and “Tossing his Cookies.”

As we find out later, those “cookies” happen to have been doused with arsenic.  We learn this when the Commodore’s doctor finds evidence of the poison in the Pedophile’s blood and hair sample.  As luck would have it, a bottle labeled POISON in really big letters is sitting conveniently under the Commodore’s bed, and NOBODY NOTICED IT BEFORE!  Go figure!

The most obvious culprit in Cookie-Gate is Nucky himself.  After all, he had the most to gain in offing the Commodore.  He wanted his job (and GOT IT).  Next on the list of suspects is Jimmy’s mom, Gillian, who seemed just a little too cool with caring for the man who knocked her up, while she was still wearing a training bra.  Having been at the Commodore’s bedside for a few weeks now, she certainly had the “opportunity” to poison him.  Then again, it could have always been Cookie Monster . . .

Everybody knows how much HE hates pedophiles!

In Other News .  . .

“One ringy dingy . . . two ringy dingy . . .”

It seems that Arnold Rothstein has not been off the phone once, since the pilot episode.  If anybody needs a good cell phone plan, it’s him.  Wait . . . your saying there were no cell phones in the 1920’s?  Sucks to be Arnie!  Anyway, some “consultant Rothstein is talking to, tells him to go to Chicago.  You know what that means, don’t you?

More Capone, next week!  WOO HOO!

Also . . .

Richard Harrow wants to get the D’Alessio Crime Family out of hiding, by killing their mother, sisters, and dentist (?).  Criminals always did have really f*cked up teeth.  That’s not very nice, Tin Man!

And finally . . .

Nelson Van Alden Gives Me Nightmares . . .

R.I.P. Agent Sebso!

When we first see Wackadoo Van Alden, he (with good reason) is still skeptical of his underling Sebso’s excuse for shooting Jimmy’s snitch.  Sebso calls Nucky to whine about it.  So, Nucky decides to throw his lackey a bone that ends up choking him to death.  to help him remedy the situation.  Nucky provides Sebso with intel on a supposed illegal liquor distillery.  This way, Sebso can pass the information along to Van Alden, thereby regaining Spanky’s Trust. 

However, while the pair are searching for the distillery, they come across some Baptists.

Creepo Van Alden and the Baptist minister start engaging in some “Religious Talk.” During the whole scene, I keep waiting for Sir-Belts-a-Lot to walk right into that river(?) / lake (?) and clean that Dirty Skank Lucy’s Juices right off him.  But he doesn’t.  (He must have Lysol at home.) 

Instead, Mr. Self-Righteous Jack Off acts APPALLED, by the fact that Sebso is Jewish, and, therefore, cannot be nearly as good of a person as the bat sh*t crazy, evil, jerks off to 16-year old girl’s pictures, cheats on his wife with whores, steals money, refuses to support his wife emotionally or financially Angelic Van Alden.

So, that he can start to trust the “Heathen” Sebso again, Van Alden decides to “baptize” him. 

And by “baptize” him, I mean repeatedly dunk him in the water until he drowns, while an ENTIRE CROWD OF “GOOD” BAPTISTS watch him do it, and do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HELP!

*Kitty Genovese, once again shakes her head in sympathy with the Now-Dead Sebso’s plight.*

To cover his ass, Van Alden makes some B.S. excuse about having “purged evil from the world” or some crap like that.

Then this Horrible Excuse for a Human Being walks out of the water, as if he is the Lord, himself.  And an ENTIRE CROWD of god-fearing individuals, who just WATCHED HIM KILL SOMEONE, just let the Murderer GO ON HIS MERRY WAY!  Then again, maybe that had something to do with the loaded gun Crazytown was carrying, as moved through the crowd . . .

But still!  That group could have TOTALLY taken the bastard down!  (Those little grannies may look wimpy . . . but they’ve got REALLY long nails, and usually aren’t afraid to use them!)

And . . .  that was the episode in a nutshell.  Can you believe next week is ALREADY the Season Finale?  It seems like only yesterday, that I was using this picture . . .

 . . . and this picture . . .

 . . . for the first time.

See you next week!

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Unlikely Heroes – A Recap of Boardwalk Empire’s “Belle Femme”

Eddie Kessler.  Sure he may talk funny.  And he’s certainly not the most masculine guy on the block.  But if you need someone to take a bullet throw a defenseless lady in front of a bullet for you, he’s DEFINITELY your guy!

If there was one lesson to be learned from this week’s installment of Boardwalk Empire it was this:  Never discount ANYBODY!  From the small gangly pre-teen, to the sweet-tongued mistress, to the meek sycophantic “Yes” Man — anyone can save you’re ass, at a moment’s notice.  But those same folks can screw you over, just as easily . . .

So, without further adieu, let’s take a look back at the unlikely heroes and villains of “Belle Femme” . . .

Out with the old, in with the new . . .

 

“Hello, Nucky.  I don’t believe we’ve met.  My name is Opportunistic Prick . . .”

When the episode opens, we find Nucky, and his “loyal” underling Deputy Halloran, at Sheriff Eli’s bedside.  Eli is obviously still recovering from being shot in the spleen by Rothstein’s men, the previous week.  While Nucky’s little brother is mentally just as quick-witted, as he was before the accident (Actually, he’s still pretty dumb, but not any more so than usual.), physically, his prognosis is somewhat worse than expected.  As a result, he will be out of commission for another month.

“A month is a LONG time to be in bed with nothing to do!  Too bad I burned that Hot Nun Porn from last week . . .”

But extended bedrest isn’t the only problem Eli is facing.  He’s also receiving some bad press from the new Democratic Candidate for Mayor.  The Candidate in question not-so-subtly implies, in an interview with a local newspaper, that Eli’s mere presence at the illegal casino suggests misconduct, on his part.

Eli’s second-in-command, Deputy Douchebag Halloran, sees Eli’s misfortune as an excellent career opportunity.  At a “private meeting,” Halloran boldly assures Nucky that, if he were to offer him the job of Sheriff, Halloran would gladly take it.  Initially, Nucky thinks Halloran is kind of an a**hole.  (And we agree.)  I mean, the nerve of this guy to go behind his “friend’s” back and ask his friend’s brother for his friend’s job!

But then Nucky has a meeting with that Old Dude, Commodore.  We can tell immediately, based on the respect with which Nucky regards him (and how friggin huge his mansion is), that the Commodore is supposed to be a fairly “powerful and important”guy.  And yet, all we’ve ever seen him do on the show so far, is fight with his housekeeper, and puke nasty green stuff into a large bowl . . .

“Now, I know how that chick from The Exorcist felt . . .”

Commodore tells Nucky that, in the upcoming election, he should throw support at Republican candidates other than Sheriff Eli and the incumbent Mayor.  Commodore reasons that new candidates (like Deputy Douchebag Halloran, and that random construction tycoon, who Nucky met with later in the episode) will not be as tainted with “bad press” as the men they are replacing.  Nucky agrees immediately (quite possibly, because he has seen The Exorcist, and knows what happens to those who fail to heed the demands of people who puke nasty green stuff . . .)

“Hey!   I resemble that remark!”

Dress for Success . . .

 . . . but when you really want to get things done, UNDRESSED is BEST!

When we first see Margaret, she, and soon-to-be President Warren Harding’s mistress, Nan Britton, are wandering the Boardwalk, for a fun day of sun and shopping.  Unfortunately, for Margaret, Nan isn’t exactly the best conversationalist, as she only has interest in one topic.  “It was love at first sight,” coos Nan nauseatingly, regarding Mr. Harding.  “He was the handsomest man I have ever seen!”

Ummmmmm . . . . OK?

(Pssst . . . I think Nan Britton needs to get out more.)  The duo quickly head to Madame Jeunet’s dress shop, Belle Femme, which seems to be the ONLY place in Atlantic City where the concubines shop  . . . While Nan tries on dresses for Harding’s upcoming Inaugural Ball (Awwwww, that’s sweet!  She actually still thinks she’s going . . .), Madame Jeunet takes Margaret aside to discuss some “private” matters.

“Listen, do you know any politicians in need of a mistress?  Dress shop ownership doesn’t pay what it used to.  Did I mention, I’m a beast in the sack?”

After spending a few minutes shamelessly kissing her former employee’s ass, Madame Jeunet gets down to business.  Nucky’s “tax” collections have become too expensive for the dress shop owner.  If the Madame keeps having to pay these “taxes,” she will go out of business.  So, Madame not-so-subtly suggests that Margaret appeal to Nucky, on her behalf.

At first, Margaret tries the intellectual approach.  She explains to Nucky the financial problems Madame Jeunet is experiencing, and appeals to his sense of fair play.  After all, Madame Jeunet did give Margaret a job, when Nucky asked her to do so.  Nucky, who is not at all used to being told what to do by a woman except during sex —  Nucky always struck me as a “bottom” kind of guy, if you catch my drift, is furious with Margaret for having the gall to try to tell him how to do his job. 

“This is not a suitable topic for conversation,” lectures Nucky.  “You are GROUNDED!  Now, go to your room, and give me a BJ!”

But Margaret is not the kind of gal to give up without a fight . . .

Later that evening, Nucky and Margaret are cuddling in bed, engaging in Nucky’s favorite post-coital topic of conversation: politics.  Nucky is obviously concerned about the upcoming elections.  “What can I do to help?”  Margaret inquires coyly.

Nucky, who correctly believes that women are about to get the right to vote, asks Margaret to campaign on his behalf.  He was impressed by her ability to “wipe the floor” with Senator Hedge at his birthday party, and believes her to be a real political asset to his campaign.  Margaret sees an opening, and jumps on it.  “I suppose [I can do it].  But do you not want me to look pretty?  Do you not wish me to dress well?”  Margaret asks innocently.

“Uh Oh!  I walked right into that one . . .”

Of course, I do.  You look beautiful . . .  in  . . . um . . . whatever you .  . . um . . . wear . . . um . . . yeah,” Nucky babbles, stumbling over his words.

Margaret smirks, knowing she’s already won.  “Madame Jeunet knows what suits me.  She knows how to make me look my best,” she coos seductively, massaging Nucky’s arms as she speaks.

Apparently, butting into Nucky’s business affairs is a no-no, but wanting to look “pretty,” now, that’s a female desire that Nucky fully supports!  “Is that why you didn’t want Madame Jeunet to lose her business.  Why didn’t you just say so?”  Nucky asks.  “Selfishness is an impulse I fully condone.”

Awwww yeah!  YOU GO, MARGARET!

Current score:  Margaret – 1; Nucky – 0

Back at Belle Femme, Madame Jeunet is thrilled with the financial break she received, thanks to Margaret.  And she tells her as much.  To show her appreciation, the Madame starts kissing Margaret’s ass even harder than before, telling Nucky’s mistress how dignified and classy she has always been. 

But Margaret is not so easily won over.  She is quick to remind Madame Jeunet about how dirty and disgusting she once thought Margaret was, and how often she let her know it.

But Margaret’s real power play comes when Madame Jeunet tries to give Margaret a dress and comb for her daughter, to show appreciation for what Margaret did on her behalf.  “But Madame Jeunet, my daughter did not save your business, I did.”

Current score:  Margaret – 1, Madame Jeunet – 0

The next scene shows Margaret accompanying Nucky to a fancy party, clad in a brand new FREE dress  . . .

Classy, right?  It’s kind of too bad that all that blood from the Dead Lady, who unwittingly took a bullet for Nucky, at the end of the episode, had to ruin it . . .

 I’m betting that baby dress and hairbrush are looking MIGHTY appealing, right now, aren’t they, Margaret?  Don’t let Gordon Gekko’s word’s fool you, GREED IS BAD . . . VERY BAD!

Current score:  Margaret – 0, Dead Lady’s Blood – 150

Jimmy to Nucky: “I’m BAAAAAAACK!”

Who were you expecting?  The Tooth Fairy?”

Jimmy shows up at Nucky’s office unexpectedly, though he claims NOT to have arrived unannounced.  “I sent you a telegram,” Jimmy says matter-of-factly.

  (I’ll admit, I absolutely thought Jimmy was full of sh*t, when he said this.  But it turns out that he DID actually send a telegram to Nucky.  Just like he DID pay Angela, during all those weeks he was in Chicago.  Shows how much I know . . .)

As it turns out, Jimmy has decided to take Nucky up on his offer to come back and work for him.  However, there are a couple of conditions to his return.  First, Richard Harrow must be allowed to join Jimmy’s Jersey Team . . .

I LOVE THAT GUY!  Now, if only we can get Capone to come too . . .

The second condition is that all discussions that occur between Jimmy and Nucky are to be kept completely private.   “Fair enough,” replies The Boss Man.

Nucky then hands Jimmy over pictures of the entire Philly crew, which is mostly comprised of D’Alessio brothers, and Vinnie Delpino from Doogie Howser, M.D.

In case you were curious, Vinnie is the guy in this picture that ISN’T Neil Patrick Harris.

Now, do you see the resemblance?

These were the guys who shot Eli.  So, Nucky would like them “found.”  “When I find them, what do you want me to do with them?”  Jimmy asks slyly.

“Well, I was kind of hoping you’d get them to join my Crooks League Baseball Team.  Clearly, these are guys who know how to swing a bat.”  “Do I have to spell it out for you?”  Nucky growls.

But Jimmy, like Margaret, is no dummy.  He knows he’s got the upper hand on Nucky, and he’s going to milk it for all it’s worth.  “I want you to know that you are a murderer.  Because that’s what you want me to do, right?  You want me to kill them?”

“Yes,” Nucky concedes grudgingly.

“Even the kid?”  Jimmy asks, plopping this cute little picture on the desk before Nucky.

“I think I babysat for that guy, once . . .”

Nucky says nothing to confirm or deny Jimmy’s latest inquiry . . .

Nice knowing ya, “Pius.”

“I’m going to go eat my steak,” says Jimmy casually, as if he didn’t just agree to murder some little kid, Vinny Delpino, and the entire Philadelphia Crime Family.

Be afraid, Steak.  Be VERY AFRAID!

Lets Make a Deal.

Speaking of the A’lessio family, they are about to make a deal with Arnold Rothstein, which might cost them their lives.  (I mean that literally.  Rothstein took out life insurance policies on ALL OF THEM.)  As it turns out, Nucky isn’t the only Kingpin with designs on the liquor business. But while Nucky sells locally-distilled, low-quality booze at mid-range prices, Rothstein plans to sell top quality scotch, imported from England.  And the D’Alessio’s are going to help him do it . . . unless, of course, they get whacked first.

Jimmy to Angela:  “I’m BAAAAAAACK!”

When we first see Angela this week, she is having a fine old time with that dweeby photographer, and her lover, his hot-to-trot wife.

The group is about to get involved in a little threesome action, when Jimmy has to show up, and RUIN everything!

(I never thought I’d say this about the arrival of the adorable Jimmy on my screen, but . . .)

Like Nucky, Angela also never got Jimmy’s “telegram.” 

Note to Jimmy:  Next time you need a message delivered, send an owl . . .

It always worked for Harry Potter!

After the photographer and his wife leave, Jimmy and Angela have a conversation that goes a little something like this . . .

Angela:  “I’m not really too happy to see you.   I was going to have a threesome, and you ruined it, Bastard.”

Jimmy:  “Let’s screw on the kitchen table.”

Angela:  “No, that’s gross.  We eat there.”

Jimmy:  “So what?  I’m going to screw you on the kitchen table, right now.”

Angela: “No!”

Jimmy:  “Yes, yes, yes, OOOOOH YES!”

Angela:  *sighs*  Fine.  But I am totally picturing the Photographer’s Wife, while you do me.”

And . . . I bet you will never guess what happens next . . .

Do you think they at least washed the table, first?

Apparently, Jimmy had so much fun screwing his Lesbian Wife, and then eating eggs off the same surface where he did it, that he has now decided he wants to have more kids with her.  Now, if that’s not romantic, I don’t know what is .  . .

But this Happy Family Moment is interrupted, when Jimmy gets a Secret Phone Call .  . .

Lucky Luciano Gets Screwed (Twice)

“I’m so winning the Mother of the Year Award.”

Those of you out there who were MAD at Jimmy’s mom, for repeatedly boinking his enemy, probably forgave her a bit this week.  After all, as soon as Jimmy came back to town, she called him to let him know that Lucky was “indisposed.”  

Once Jimmy arrives, Gillian holds a gun to her former lover’s head, while Jimmy pours coffee on Lucky’s face and naked chest.  “[Al Capone] says I should blow your f*cking brains out,” threatens Jimmy.

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like something I would say.”

I’d appreciate it, if you didn’t,” Lucky says politely (Rothstein has taught him well . . .)

“You’re coming with me,” Jimmy demands, doing his best Bad Ass Gangster impersonation.

Little does Jimmy know that Lucky, is about to get . . . well . .  . lucky . . .

OMG!  It’s Creepy Van Alden!  How did he know Jimmy was back in town?  You guessed it . . . Western Union!  (See, Jimmy?  Owls!  Stick with the Owls!)  So, Van Alden arrests Jimmy, and brings him to the station, while Lucky laughs his ass off.

“Best . . . Morning . . . EVER . . . Well, aside from the whole ‘being held at gunpoint’ and ‘getting coffee in my crotch’ thing.”

Jimmy’s Going DOWN . . . Or is he?

Over in Crazy Town, Van Alden is supposed to be interrogating Jimmy about the heist, during which he and Al Capone supposedly killed four people.  And yet, the Wackadoo Agent, just can’t seem to stop inquiring about Margaret Schroeder, and her “relationship” with Nucky.  “Listen, if you want to know who Mr. Thompson is f*cking, why don’t you ask him?”  Jimmy asks, quite rationally.

As far as the heist, Jimmy claims he has an alibi.  He was “seeing a movie” at the time.  Unfortunately for Jimmy, there’s an eyewitness placing him at the scene of the crime.  And it looks like Jimmy’s pretty screwed.  The ever-supportive Nucky tells him as much, when he comes to visit his protege in jail. 

“You’re pretty much screwed, Jimmy.”

But fear not, Jimmy Fans!  An unexpected ally is about to come to Jimmy’s rescue.  Agent Sedso, Creepy Van Alden’s second in command (he of the hidden Western Union packages) suggests to Van Alden that Jimmy’s snitch be brought to a safe place, so he can’t be whacked by Nucky’s men.  In fact, Sedso will take him there himself.  (What a NICE GUY!)

So, off the pair head to an undisclosed location.  And, you know what happens next?

Oh yes, boys and girls, that Snitch is GONE!  Apparently, Sedso has been on Nucky’s payroll all along — sabotaging Van Alden’s investigation, and hiding important pieces of evidence, like the Western Union telegrams stating that Jimmy was in town.  And now, all he’s got to do is make the killing look like self defense, by hitting himself on the head with a few rocks.  No biggie!

“There’s nothing wrong with having a few bruises on your face.  It adds CHARACTER!”

So, for those of you out there who were keeping score, by the end of the episode: (1) Eddie saved Nucky’s life (but not that poor woman’s); (2) Agent Sedso saved Jimmy’s life; (3) Van Alden saved Lucky’s life; and (4) Margaret saved Madame Jeunet’s business. 

That’s a lot of “saving” for a single hour!  Who knows where this show will take us next?

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“Too Hot to Watch” – A Recap of Boardwalk Empire’s “Hold Me in Paradise”

Poor Eli Thompson!  As if being the Daniel Baldwin of his family wasn’t bad enough.  This guy gets ONE opportunity to show his big brother he’s not a TOTAL LOSER.  And what happens?  He gets stood up, robbed, shot in the stomach, and his BURNING PORN nearly sets his brother’s house on fire!

There is a special place in Hell reserved for people who watch Black-and-White “Wind-up Porn”  starring “Naughty Nuns.”

And yet, the attack that Lucky Luciano, Meyer Lansky and Co. made on Nucky’s casino, and on Eli, in particular, launched a sequence of events that will undoubtedly shape this series, in the episodes to come . . .

Hard-up for Harding . . .

Warren G. Harding was the 29th President of the United States.  And yet, he was only really known for two things: (1) dying while in office; and (2) being the President most often featured on various “Worst President in History” lists.  Harding was a blow-hard, slutty, corrupt, and associated with plenty of known criminals.  And, as far as this show would have you believe, Nucky Thompson, more or less, singlehandedly secured him the Presidency .  . . well . . . at least the Republican nomination.

You’re welcome.”

Ever since Jimmy Darmody was exhiled from Atlantic City to Chicago, a few episodes back, I’ve often wondered how the writers of this show would tie together what seemed to me like two completely separate storylines.  After all, the show is called Boardwalk Empire, not Chicago Empire.  (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.  I LOVE MY WEEKLY DOSE OF AL CAPONE!)

This week, when Nucky headed over to Chicago to attend the Republican National Convention, all those lingering questions were answered. 

At first everything seems to be business as usual for Nucky.  First, talks up that two-timing snake Senator Hedge, who (wrongly) believes himself to be a shoe-in for the Vice Presidential Nomination.

Never trust a man with a Count Dracula hairdo . . .

“We are going to take this thing, Nucky!  And, as soon as we do, the sky is the limit,” brags Hedge.

“The sky?  I’m only interested in the road,” Nucky fires back, not-so-subtly alluding to the roadway deal Senator Hedge made with the Mayor of Jersey City, behind his back.

As it turns out, Hedge has a favor to ask of Nucky.  He wants the A.C. King to attend a campaign event thrown by Harding’s campaign manager — a guy named Harry Doherty (based on Harding’s real campaign manager, of the same name) on his behalf. 

Now, even had I not been familiar with the historical background of Harry Doherty (OK . . . I wasn’t), I could have told you immediately that he would be BAD NEWS, just based on who was playing him.  Ladies and gentlemen, this is Harry Doherty . . .

I’m referring to the guy without the war paint . . . obviously.

Seriously, have you EVER seen this actor (his name is Christopher McDonald, by the way) play a character that wasn’t a total and complete douchebag?  Talk about being typecast!  In fact, if I ever see this guy cast as a do-gooder humanitarian in a film, I might just drop dead, in shock.

But I digress . . .

Upon meeting with Harry, Nucky is so impressed with his ability to be a bigger sleazebucket than he is “work a room,” as well as the obvious power he has over Harding, that the A.C. King decides to get in bed with him . . .

 

I meant that figuratively, of course . . .

So, Nucky and Harry strike up a deal.  Nucky will secure Harding enough delegates to get the Republican nomination, provided the chameleonic Hedge is NOT selected as Harding’s VP.  Furthermore, if Harding agrees to fund Nucky’s”Road Project,” Nucky will take Harding’s “mistress,” Nan Britton, and her son, Harding’s bastard child, off the politician’s hands, until Election Day.  (The mother and child will stay in Atlantic City, with Margaret, and the rest of the “concubines.”)

Before leaving Chicago, Nucky once again runs into Senator Hedge.  Now that he has the “Road” support he needed, and a future President in his back pocket, Nucky no longer needs to kiss this guy’s ass.  “The only chance you’ll have of entering the White House is on a guided tour,” challenges Nucky.

Fear not, Senator Hedge!  There are plenty of other ways to get into the White House, without being a Vice President or Cabinet Member.  For example . . .

How comfortable are you with wearing a bunny suit?

 But Senator Hedge wasn’t the only politician that came off looking lousy, in this episode.  El Presidente didn’t fare too well, either.  Warren Harding’s ramblings to Nucky when the pair first met were pretty bad.  But that LAME ASS poem he wrote to his mistress was FAR WORSE. 

“Hold Me in Paradise,” cooes Mistress Nan, on the train ride back to Atlantic City, as she reads from one of Harding’s infamous “love letters.”

“That imbecile is going to be the next President of the United States,” snarks Nucky, when Nan excuses herself to use the rest room.

Indeed . . .

 Lucy Danziger Teaches Us How to Speak Irish . . .

Meanwhile, back in Atlantic City, Margaret is at the Ritz Carlton, basking in the joys of being a very well-paid prostitute.  Her tea companion is fellow concubine, Annabelle, or, as I like to call her, Miss Wigs-a-Lot.  (Seriously, this lady’s got more mismatched headpieces than Lady Gaga!)

“I’d smile, but my mouth is too sore from sucking . . . lemons.  Why, what did you think I was going to say?”

But Annabelle and Margarets royal snoozefest rollicking good time is interrupted by Margaret’s old boss from the dress shop, who is looking rather worse for wear. 

(Get it?  “Worse for Wear?”  Because she works at a dress shop?  No?  Well, you can’t blame a gal for trying . . .)

Interestingly enough according to IMDB, Margaret’s old boss is named Madame Jeunet.  However, the way Margaret pronounced her name, I thought for sure that she was referring to that girl from Forrest Gump . . .

Madame Jenny, I am not a smart man.  But I know what dumb annoying slut Lucy Danziger is.”

Anyway, Madame JEUNET is very upset, because Lucy Damnslut has barged into her “fine” dress shop demanding service.  Lucy does this, despite the fact that Nucky cut that Biatch’s unlimited credit line, the minute he found a suitable replacement sex toy . . .

Lucy, as per usual, is totally wasted, and flails about aimlessly, slurring incoherent insults at everybody within shooting range.  She calls Margaret Mrs. McDougal, and Margaret politely corrects her.  (Her last name is Schroeder, thank you very much!)

“Is that Irish for b*tch?”  Lucy inquires, showing off her impressive multilingual skills.  (Who said you couldn’t learn anything from HBO?)

Suddenly, Boardwalk Empire has skidded into Spanish Telenovela territory, with the two overly made-up women getting up in each other’s faces, and fighting over one Macho Stallion of a Man.

“You think he’s your friend.  You think you understand him,” challenges Lucy, throwing out the most coherent lines she’s had all episode.

“And what if I did?” Margaret seethes.

“Well than you’re the Dumbest Dora I have ever met,” fires back Lucy.

WELL!  Margaret may share her last name with a Tiny Pianist (and an Irish B*tch?), but she is NO DORA!  And so, like any good Telenovela heroine, Margaret slaps that evil wench Lucy right across the mouth, and stomps out of the Ritz Carlton, in triumph!

“Well thanks for dining and dashing, Dora B*tch!”

How to Scar Your Children for Life – by Angela Darmody

“Oh, don’t be such a prude!  I breast fed that boy, what harm could a few more boobies do?”

Back at the house formerly known as Jimmy Darmody’s, Jimmy’s Gay Wife Angela is busy painting the ugliest naked chick picture I have ever seen in my ENTIRE LIFE!  (The sex must be REALLY GOOD, for Angela’s lover to think she’s actually a good artist.  That’s all I’ve got to say . . .)  But the fact that Angela is painting an ugly ass naked chick picture is not NEARLY as disturbing, as the fact that she’s forcing her kid to watch!

“That’s pretty, Mommy,” says the dumbfounded four-year old boy, in a scene he will likely relive OVER and OVER AGAIN in therapy, for YEARS TO COME!

Jimmy’s mom enters the room, takes one look at that HIDEOUS picture, and immediately suggests Angela start thinking about a getting a job that actually gives her a shot at MAKING SOME MONEY.

“You know, we could put that picture outside.  I bet it would keep the raccoons from digging in our trash cans . . .”

But Mrs. Darmody doesn’t want to WORK!  And why should she?  When she has a Sexy Princeton Educated Hoodlum earning for her, over in Chicago!

Just another day at the office . . .

Except, that’s the problem.  Even though WE know that Jimmy has been sending cash to his wife, each week, like a Good Little Hubby, Angela hasn’t received ONE RED CENT!  And Girlfriend is going BROKE!  As it turns out, Jimmy’s “letters” have been regularly intercepted by THIS GUY . . .

Yes, Mr. Van Alden.  It is BAD to steal money from untalented young mothers, who have no alternate means of support.  You are a BAD BOY!  BAD BOY!

Some People Just Weren’t Meant to Procreate . . .

At first, it seemed as though Agent Van Alden was rifling through the Darmody’s mail for “surveillance purposes.”  After all, Darmody was a suspect in robbery / murder, and was, for all intents and purposes, still missing-at-large.  And yet, Van Alden could have easily gleaned the information he needed from the envelopes, resealed them, and simply returned them to Angela’s mailbox, once they had been investigated.  No one would be any the wiser.

Except . . . it seemed that Van Alden had more selfish plans for the bundles of cash he had lying in his desk drawer.  In, yet another AWKWARD husband-wife scene that we have come to accept from this creepy character, Mrs. Van Alden starts bawling at the dinner table, because she has her period.  (It’s OK, Mrs. Van A!  My period makes ME CRY TOO!)

As it turns out Mrs. Van Alden is crazy enough to want to make a Baby Nelson. But she can’t have one, because she has a HOSTILE UTERUS!

But . . . there is HOPE!  For the mere price of $270, Mrs. Van A can MAKE PEACE WITH HER UTERUS, and make babies with her Psychotic Self-Flagellating Husband!  (Umm . . . yay?)

The only problem is that Mr. Van A spends his ENTIRE salary on leather belts and whips.  Therefore, he has no cash to pay for his wife’s  Uterus Rehab.

Later in the episode, we see Van Alden fingering Jimmy’s cash, and slipping it all into an envelope.  We ASSUME the envelope is headed to his Hostile Uterus-having wife, but it is NOT!

Instead, Nelson sent the money back to ANGELA (who, really should have had it in the first place . . .).  Oh, but, don’t worry!  He sent a letter to his wife too!  And it said all sorts of nice stuff in it, like “Maybe the Lord wants you to be barren.  Ever think of that?” and, “Trust in the Lord,” and “Too bad, so sad on you, you Childless Wench!  I literally whack off to a picture of Miss Schroeder on a daily basis.”

That Van Alden’s a real romantic, isn’t he?

In Other News . . .

Arnold Rothstein made a lawyer joke . . .

“I prefer to make my living honestly,” said Mr. Rothstein, when his lawyer suggested he go to law school, based on his award-winning testimony regarding the “Black Sox Scandal,” which Rothstein purportedly orchestrated himself.

Right, Arnie!  Like we’ve never heard THAT one before  . . .

Well, THAT was awkward . . .

Back in Chicago, discomfort abounds, when Nucky is at The Brothel, chatting up Johnny Torrio for scoop on the political situation in Ohio.  It is there that he runs into Jimmy . . .

Nucky doesn’t look the least bit happy to see his “protege.”  Instead, Nucky insults Jimmy, calling him out on being a Deadbeat Dad, for not sending more money to Angela, even though Jimmy can clearly afford to buy himself Snazzy $70 suits, like the one he’s wearing.  Little does Nucky know that Jimmy owns precisely ONE SUIT.   In fact, he hasn’t taken it off once, since he purchased it around episode 4.  (I bet it smells like a dream . . .)

However, Nucky’s tune quickly changes, when he gets a call from A.C., informing him that his casino was robbed, and his brother, Eli was shot and wounded.

Now, suddenly, Nucky is forced to kiss Jimmy’s ass.  He offers Jimmy a sweet percentage of all his bootleg profits, if the Little Guy agrees to come back to A.C., and work for him again.  “I’m doing really well here,” pouts Jimmy, clearly angling for a little fatherly affection, from the guy who was once his surrogate and possibly biological dad.

But Nucky isn’t really one for fatherly affection.  Instead, the A.C. King tells Jimmy that he will always be an outsider in the Chicago Gang, because they are all Italian, and he’s Irish.  But Jimmy plays it cool, telling Nucky, “I’ll think about it.”

However, later that night, we see Jimmy staring forlornly at Al Capone and his buddies, as they play cards, and make “Yo Mama” jokes to one another, in, you guessed it, Italian.

“Hmph!  You guys all think you are SO COOL!  But I bet you didn’t know that Schroeder is Irish for B*tch!  Yo Mama is a TOTAL Schroeder, Capone!”

Knowing full well that the shooting of Eli marks the start to a full-on Gang War on his home turf, a frantic Nucky phones Margaret, in the middle of the night. 

“Isn’t it a little late for phone sex?”

Nucky quickly fills Margaret in on what happened to Eli.  He then instructs her to go to his suite at the Ritz, hide his ledger book, and wait there with her children, until he arrives home.  “You’re the only one I can trust,” says Nucky the Moron.

So, of course, Margaret heads off to La Casa de Nucky.  Once there, she gets a phone call from a “Breather,” and stupidly tells him, “This is Margaret Schroeder.” (That’s Irish for B*tch!)

Seriously?  I thought Margaret was supposed to be SMART?  Who, in their right mind, tells a “Breather” who’s probably out to murder your lover, and ransack the suite where you and your kids are staying, their FULL NAME?  She might as well have given out her Social Security Number, the names and ages of her children, and where in the suite they’d all be, by the time he arrived . . .

Oh, and then Margaret starts sifting through Nucky’s ledger, and acts ALL SHOCKED, when she finds payments made for booze delivery, in there. 

“My goodness!  This is terrible.  My whole life is a LIE!  I could use a stiff drink.  I wonder if Nucky has any whiskey in his office . . .”

As if Margaret HONESTLY had NO CLUE the Nucky was involved in illegal bootlegging, despite already knowing, full well, that ALL the men working for him were. 

You know, I never thought I’d say this, but Lucy Danziger might be the Smart Chick in Nucky’s life after all . . .

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It’s Getting Hot in Here . . . – A Recap of Boardwalk Empire’s “Home”

Let me start by saying how much I’ve been enjoying Boardwalk Empire this season.  The characters are interesting.  The scripts are smart and witty.  The plot twists are unexpected.  However, I do have one small suggestion that would considerably improve my own personal appreciation of the show.  Nametags. 

I can’t tell you how many times, while watching this show, I’ve had to stop and check my notes, to ascertain WHO a particular person was, and HOW he or she related to the main characters of this story.  With a Nametag, all of that information would be right on your television screen!  Allow me to illustrate with some simple examples:

This is Chalky White:

(Nice jacket!)

And this is his Nametag:

This is Al Capone:

And this is his Nametag:

Finally, this is Lucy Danziger:

And this is her Nametag:

Can’t you see how something like this would be VERY helpful to viewers of Boardwalk Empire like you and me?

But enough about that.  Let’s get on with the recap, shall we?

Old Dirty Bastard

Hide your cats, kids!  Daddy’s home!

Boy, Nucky’s Dad sure ended up being an evil demented wackadoo, didn’t he?  But you know bothered me most about him?  It wasn’t that he told his own son, “You may think you’re king, but you aren’t worth a damn!”   

And it wasn’t that he scalded Nucky’s hand with a hot poker, for grabbing at a loaf of bread, when he was a boy.  It wasn’t even that he landed Nucky in the hospital for 11 days, by forcing him to pick a fight with boys four years older than he.  No . . . I hate Papa Thompson because he’s MEAN TO CATS!

“Only one of us has nine lives, Old Man.  And it’s DEFINITELY not you!”

When we first see him in this episode, Papa Thompson poking the poor felines residing in his home with sticks, and calling them nasty names.  At first, I thought the Old Coot was just talking to himself (as the interminably aged tend to do).  But when I found out he was berating the Purrrfect Ones, he got a big fat X in my book!  Can you really blame those cute little kitties for peeing all over his house?

I’m not going to lie, when the cats tripped Papa Thompson’s ass and he kerplunked on the floor, I cheered!

Remember that old commercial with the elderly lady and her walker?

“I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!”

This scene was kind of like that.  Except, the old lady in that commercial, to my knowledge, was never mean to cats.  So, I actually felt bad for laughing at her.

Anyway, Nucky takes time out of his busy schedule of screwing, and screwing people over, to collect his fallen Daddy from the floor of his childhood home.  With Nucky, is his loveable, but not too swift, younger brother, Eli.

The brothers agree that their father can no longer live alone in the house.  Nucky immediately suggests putting his father in an old age home, but Eli won’t hear of it.  “He can stay with me,” Eli offers gallantly.

Later, Nucky meets with an adorably sweet employee of his, who has a wife and tons of kids.  Nucky learns that the employee is saving up to buy a home for his family, but is not able to afford it.  In a rare moment of decency — one that doesn’t involve his own trying to get rich or get laid for change — Nucky generously offers to give his employee the home for free, provided the Family Man can repair it, and remove the cat piss smell from its walls.

The Family Man is overjoyed!

He quickly fixes up the house, using all of his family’s savings on repairs.  When Nucky comes to visit the place, it looks as good as new!  So, Nucky, after a few choice words from his dad, decides to burn it to the ground.

When the Poor Family Man arrives on site to find his Dream Home overtaken by flames, Nucky boredly hands him a large wad of bills.  “Here.  Find a nicer place to live,” he says, before getting in his car, and driving away.

Ouch!  It looks like the apple might not fall too far from the cat-abusing tree . . .

A Few Screws Loose

Over in Chicago, Jimmy’s war injury has been acting up.  So, he heads to a doctor that specializes in treating veterans.  Aside from making some lame jokes about Jimmy having a few “screws loose” in his leg, the doctor provides our antihero with little help.  However, he does suggest that Jimmy submit to some psychological testing for war veterans.

I was actually really surprised that Jimmy agreed to go to the testing center in the first place, because it seemed so out of character for him to willingly do something like that.

“This is what I do to people who ask me to talk about my feelings.”

However, had Jimmy not gone to the test center, he would not have met Richard Harrow, a fellow war veteran, and an expert sniper, with a penchant for shooting guys in the face.  Speaking of faces, did I mention that Richard only has half of one?  The other half must have blown off during the war.  So, Richard has to wear a cool Phantom of the Opera-type mask, which makes him closely resemble a character in a Dick Tracy comic.

As if all this didn’t make Richard awesome enough, he also has this deep raspy voice, like a Budweiser Frog . . .

 . . . and a complete lack of affect, which makes his line delivery sound like something out of the movie RainMan.

“Six minutes to Wapner.  Kmart Sucks.”

Jimmy, who is fast becoming the manager of Team Kickass Gangster, knows a good future hoodlum when he sees one.  So, he quickly strikes up a friendship with the Masked One.  The two play hooky together from Psychological Testing, and head off to Jimmy’s favorite Hangout, Johnny Torrio’s Brothel.  Having concluded that the Masked One has never “been with a woman,” Jimmy nips that problem in the bud, lickety split.  Now THAT’S a good friend!

Later, thanks to a tip from Al Capone (who I WISH was in this episode more), Jimmy arrives at a bar on Chicago’s northside, and confronts Liam — the guy who cut up Pearl’s face a few episodes back, and, ultimately brought about her suicide.

With an eerie nonchalance that would make Michael Corleone proud, Jimmy lulls Liam into a false sense of security, by recounting an old war tale of a German soldier who got caught amidst a tangle of barbed wire, and yet still retained the will to live.  “Sometimes living is far worse than dying,” Jimmy concludes.  “I don’t ever want to see you here again.”

As Jimmy leaves, we hear Liam take a loud sigh of relief.  Then, a pitcher of water across the room from him shatters.  The patrons of the bar look around in confusion.  Then they see it — a small bullet-sized hole in the window.  A hole that matches the one on Liam’s face, right below his eye. 

We cut to an apartment a few floors above the bar, where the Super Cool Richard Barrow is calmly packing his gun back inside a brief case.  It was BY FAR the best scene in this episode!  And the fact that it was accompanied by music from the Phantom of the Opera, and followed by a pivotal scene from the film, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (“It was at this moment, that Dr. Jekyll was awakened to the baser sense of his nature.”), just made the whole thing ten times better!

Watching the Jekyll and Hyde film in question, is an increasingly agitated Lucy Dumb Slut, who is not taking her replacement by Margaret as Nucky’s favorite Sex Toy, particularly well.

Be afraid Margaret.  Be VERY AFRAID!

Van Alden’s Big Break

Back at the station, Nelsan Van Alden . . .

 . . . may not be any closer to convicting Nucky for any wrong doing.  However, he sure does seem to be developing a compelling case against Jimmy Darmody!  When one of Jimmy’s accomplices in that liquor raid featured in the pilot episode, is fingered on a bunch of unrelated charges, the Rat quickly drops a dime on Jimmy, in exchange for clemency.

(Ummmm .  . . you can stop hitting yourself now, Mr. Van Alden.  This is very good news for you . . .)

Girls who like Girls . . .

Speaking of Jimmy, remember when we all thought that his wife was banging that photographer, while he was away at war?  Well, it turns out, she wasn’t.  She was banging his wife.  Apparently, Angela is an artist of some sort, and her lover is trying to get her work shown in some swank New York gallery. 

During this scene, we also learn that Jimmy has been wisely putting Nucky’s name on the envelopes containing the money he sends his family monthly, so his rivals will not be able to locate him.  It sure makes him look like a prick to his family, though . . .

Speaking of Pricks . . .

. . . Margaret acts like a bit of one to Nucky, when he tries to tell her about his effed up relationship with his Dad.  “I’m no stranger to a man’s cruelty,” she says, dismissively.  “Sometimes it’s best to leave the past where it is.”

It seems Margaret has been getting some bad advice lately.  The first piece of it came last week from a pamphlet entitled “Family Limitation,” and involved a bottle of Lysol.

This week, one of her new whore friends instructs her not to allow Nucky to talk too much about his personal problems, because it will make him feel “weak.”  Margaret ultimately apologizes to Nucky for her insensitive behavior.  Nucky, to his credit, appears to take her faux pas in stride, eventually coming clean to Margaret about his father’s uncommon cruelty. 

To show there are no hard feelings, Nucky allows Margaret’s kids to call him “Daddy” “Uncle,” and even lets one of them come watch him burn his Dad’s house down. 

Awwwww . . . family bonding!  How sweet!

Meet Michael Lewis Meyer Lansky

While Nucky is huffing, and puffing, and blowing his Dad’s house down, Arnold Rothstein is trying to do the same thing to Nucky’s illegal liquor business.  When Chalky White is visited by a man who calls himself “Michael Lewis,” Nucky’s No-Nonsense Bootlegger becomes instantly suspicious.

“You may stay where the f*ck you standing,” he tells the young man, when the later politely requests admittance into Chalky’s “office.”

“Michael,” as it turns out, has a business proposition for Chalky.  It involves Chalky delivering liquor directly to Michael for $10,000 and cutting out Nucky as the Middle Man.  Though initially intrigued by the idea, Chalky smells a Rat.

“Tell Nucky it’s going to take more than 10 grand for me to f*ck him over,” scoffs Chalky.

“You can’t blame a guy for trying,” concedes “Michael,” as he exits stage left.

Later, we learn that “Michael” (who’s real name is Meyer Lansky) wasn’t working for Nucky at all.  Rather, he works for Arnold Rothstein.

You see, Arnold, Meyer, and Lucky Luciano are trying to get a foothold in the New Jersey liquor business.  But they need capital to do it.  And so, they contact the Philadelphia crime family, which is led by a guy named Mickey Doyle, and that dude from The Sopranos and Doogie Howser, M.D.

(Apparently, it was this Philly gang, and not Rothstein’s gang, who robbed Nucky’s “tax collector” at the beginning of last week’s episode.  See what I mean . . . about them all needing name tags!)

With the help of Lucky’s bravado . . .

“I’m a Captain in bed of Industry!”

 . . . and Meyer’s fast-talking salesmanship, the gangs of New York and Philly quickly form an EVVVVVILLL Alliance against Nucky Thompson.  Together, the two gangs plan to rob one of Nucky’s Atlantic City casinos, and use that cash to finance their own illegal liquor enterprise. 

(Don’t get me wrong, it’s a clever idea  .  . . but I think I liked it better when it was called Ocean’s Eleven . . .)

Arnold Rothstein is cute and all . . . but he’s NO George Clooney.

So, there you have it.  Though it was far from my favorite episode of the series (last week’s “Family Limitations probably still owns the crown on that title), “Home” did provide us with some illuminating insight into Nucky’s psyche.  It also introduced us to a couple of intriguing new characters: the enigmatic Richard Harrow and real-life criminal mastermind, Meyer Lansky.

Did I mention, there were cats in the episode?

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