Too bad for her.)īack in the “present” time, Jimmy - in a Jacobean twist foretold by his professor - finally kills off the Commodore (who in turn had attempted to kill Jimmy while he had his hands around Gillian’s neck). If she had, she might have run away, had or not had the child on her own, and lived a life of lesbian literary exuberance in either case. (One thing I wanted was to see Angela see Gillian’s face at that moment. Jimmy comes upon them while ferrying his pregnant girlfriend around a formal evening event and then throws his scholarly life away by beating the (drunk) instructor with a ferocity that we can see turns his mother on. (Yeah, take a seat next to Leander on that one, teacher-guy.) Whatever fellow feeling Jimmy has for his teacher - we see them go affectionately round and round with quotes from Webster that are super appropriate vis à vis “a man’s place in a corrupt world” - totally evaporates, though, once the latter gets all handsy with the Moms. Tough) can go blow for explicatory blow with the Ritchie Riches at Princeton while reading John Webster’s The White Devil (I believe?), but still has to be warned by his similarly blue-collar instructor not to be too mouthy in the direction of his social betters. Young Jimmy (whose hair is combed more wussily, or has conditioner in it or something, the better to make us understand he is not yet Mr. The kid’s plucky intelligence shines forth during his seventeenth-century British lit class up at Princeton. It also helps, I think, for us to see a bit of what Nucky must have once seen in Darmody. Even though theirs was a dorm-room sneak-around pregnancy, Jimmy ran off to his military service not so much because of Angela’s family-way status, but because he had slept with his mother the same night he found out he was due to become a father. (It doesn’t hurt that we get to see Angela one more time, either.) As Jimmy recalls the breadth of his initial relationship with Angela (during what turns out to be a heroin-addled lost weekend), we in turn get to know how it was that they came about partnering up without understanding so much about one other. Last week, I wrote that Angela’s death had better pay off for the show in some way. And here’s another consequence of the whole flashback structure of this episode (which felt very Jed Bartlet remembering his boarding school days from that one West Wing episode, to me): I think I cared about Jimmy’s interior head space for the first time in a long time. This is useful information for an audience to know! It retroactively alters a lot of moments. We just didn’t know if it was still to come (sorry) or if it was all in the past. There’d been way too much hinting, and awkward-kissing, and “winky” references, for this to not be an official thing that would be addressed. Something like this had to happen on the show. The intercourse is accompanied, outside Jimmy’s dorm-room window, by a remorselessly chugging locomotive barreling its way toward a tunnel, probably, if you catch the know what I mean she said! So - that whole suggestion-of-improper-affection thing between Jimmy and his mother that’s been going on forever? Turns out those were just aftershocks following a full-on incest-quake that happened one drunken night during a Single Parents’ weekend at Princeton, back in the day. Let’s address some of your ugly business up front. Glad you made it! Some plot strands on this show have been waiting for you to come around for some time now.
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