Up in NYC, Gyp’s in a cramped little bedroom, lovingly sweeping a brush across his suit jacket, and his #1 goon is expositing where Gyp stands after Tabor Heights. They still have some turf but not nearly as much as before and can’t put together a real goon squad to get it back. Gyp is ignoring him as a woman is yelling that they’re ready. Whatever, all that is to let Gyp know his envelope is light.
Somehow we wandered into the primping scene from “Saturday Night Fever” and Gyp Manero’s ignoring his goon and the woman because he’s got to look good for 2001 Odyssey. The goon keeps trying to talk to Gyp about how they’re going to handle Masseria but he gets nothing because the woman’s pounding on the door like she’s Dempsey at the speed bag. She wants Gyp to get his ass in gear because it’s “turning to mush” but Gyp yells that he’s in a meeting. The woman snots at him that he’ll be a big baby and whine that they didn’t wait for him. Heh. This gets Gyp’s attention so he swings the door open, but instead of prancing around in his black briefs yelling “Attica, Attica, Attica…” we see this:
MUCH better. You have a lovely wife, Mr. Rosetti, and she totally looks like the kind who’ll happily slap a leash on you. Gyp comes out in his undershirt which does not please the missus but amuses her mother who channels Pee Wee Herman and suggests he marry his suit, Heh. The goon tries to sneak out but withers when the missus pointedly points out all the extra she cooked while Gyp sits in front of a cooked lamb’s head. Mmm. Looks delicious. Gyp tries to sneak an eyeball out of the head (I’m just reporting) but his wife slaps him down because they’re not cats in the alley. No, cats aren’t as crazy or ear-bleedingly loud. But Gyp says a quick grace then pops the eyeball so he can start eating. And it makes a little popping sound for that extra schoche of grossness.
NotJimmy’s saying a joke grace and Gillian flatters him about how clever he is. She pretends to engage him in conversation, like she cares what he has to say about his travels or the women he’s met along the way. NotJimmy thinks she should just sell the house and they could have their own adventure on the money. Gillian plays all shy and frail which gets Roger all horny so they have sex on the dining room table, but not before Gillian flirts by asking if “there’s nothing she can do to stop him.” I won’t even try to dissect that one.
Back with the relatively normal Thompsons, Eli has the kids in the front yard for the egg hunt. Eli’s tells them the rules of the hunt: no fighting and no arguing. Most eggs gets a dime but the kid who finds the red egg gets a quarter. Eli’s in his element with the children so he counts them to three. All the children but Emily run wild looking for the eggs but before Nucky can take her around, Willie volunteers again, because Eli hides the eggs in the same place every year.
Indulge him. It makes him happy.
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