Billie starts telling Nucky he sounds like her father who liked to end arguments with a fist and that’s why she left. This cuts a little too close to home for Nucky since he had that same father but he calms down enough for her to speak. She tells him she’s on her own and has been for years. It’s how she likes it. She tells him he’s no fun when he’s acting like a jealous, deranged geezer. But she’s going soft and tells him what she wants from him is to be HER gangster, and that’s not where I saw it going. Then we fade into the next scene after some mild coercion leads to sex.
I told you. I have a daddy complex not a sugar daddy complex.
Nelson’s trying to slip his suitcase out from under Sigrid’s side of the bed so he can skedaddle, but she wakes up right away. Nelson’s confused so he tells her he can carry two cases and Abigail, all she needs to do is get dressed and bundle up…Chester. (Awww, what an adorably dorky name.) Sigrid’s not really keen on this so Nelson explains why as such, “I…at work, an incident. He…a bad person. And the other event.” You just know bugnut crazy Sigrid probably understood this.
Regardless, though, they need to leave and Sigrid gets to pick where. Anywhere except New York, New Jersey or, obviously, Illinois. Sigrid stops him. She wants to show him something. She pours him some homebrew whiskey and tells Nelson she already brewed 14 of the 24 bottles they owe O’Banion as well as three bottles of Aquavit for them. She learned how to make it for Papa back in Norway and even threw in some orange peel for flavor. She is a woman of many talents, that Sigrid.
Nelson, like Esther, still tries to cling to the last vestige of his stern moral center and says “No,” they cannot drink any liquor, but he’s more yelpy and desperate than formidable, and Sigrid corrects that they won’t drink, they’ll sell. To the Norwegians on Kedzie Boulevard for St. Bork Bork’s Day. They’ll become their own bootleggers to make up for Nelson losing his shitty job and as they make more they’ll sell more so they can finally buy that house and settle down. Nelson doesn’t really have any answers for that so he agrees.
She’s like a batshit onion and each layer is crazier than the last.
Next morning at the Artemis Club and Gillian’s standing over Luciano, in a lovely vermillion dress and judging him, while he’s just lying around. She’s booting him out of the room because she’s having roofers come in to fix the leak. Plus, she’s not too thrilled that he’s staying in her house when he has business with Nucky Thompson. She starts to get angry about him “breaking bread” with her enemies but it’s 1923 so Charlie just asks her who she thinks she is then offers to “give her a good hard fuck like she likes” to shut her up. Swoon. Those New York gangsters are dreamy.
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