"First thing I wanna say is, uh, Henry Gaines was a pal of mine."

This was the first week this season that I didn’t notice how lonely Nucky is without Margaret (as he clearly has no interest in another showgirl) and that’s largely because he time was spent in the service of others. Service. Eddie. Nucky gets a call from his nephew Will (or Willy, if it’s Eli doing the name calling) to help with the mess he made at college. A prank gone wrong in “All In” left his class rival, well, dead and now Will’s in the clinker being held responsible for the ‘crime’ because he was the one who brought the liquor. They don’t even know about the milk of magnesia. And neither does Nucky after his first interrogation with Will but it doesn’t take him long to suss out a few more details, like Mickey Doyle’s connection to the booze. That’s probably bad news for Mickey. The elder Thompson trains his blood on how to handle the questioning and, after a little roadblock with the District Attorney, the poisoning finally comes to light. Not to mention that the dead boy is well connected meaning that his corpses can’t simply be swept under the rug. Did someone say scapegoat? It was pretty clear at that moment that Clayton (Nerdstrom) Davies was going to take the fall for the suspicious death. Those Thompson boys are cold.

"Rough day? Or shouldn't I ask?"

Ah. Gillian. Maybe my least favorite character on television. And I've liked Gretchen Mol before, so it's definitely a credit to her acting and the writing to inspire such hatred from me, especially since a small part of me can still muster up some pity. If you think about it, she's had close to the worst life of anyone on the show but that also will never forgive everything with Jimmy. I also feel a little like her character has outstayed her welcome. She starts her thread of Erlkönig with a hypnotic, almost spectral, scene of her getting high while trying to reach Roy for the tenth time. Despite how sad and desperate Gillian was during the exchange with the judge, I was quite happy to see that there was no way she would be getting custody of Tommy. And then I was horrified when it looked like she might just snatch him up from school. To call Julia a sight for sore eyes would be a massive understatement. I miss some female characters to root for on Boardwalk. Can we get some more Sigrid? Randolph? Margaret?!? After being denied her grandson, Gillian quickly heads home to take care of some of that H she scored from Dunn (who continues to flirt an interesting line of likability) and crashes. Roy finally shows his face and looks like he'll do his best to help Gillian recover. He knows sin.

"Ed. We'll see you again soon."

Boardwalk Empire returns with Episode 6, "The North Star," next Sunday at 9 p.m. ET on HBO. Created by Terence Winter, the series stars Steve Buscemi, Kelly Macdonald, Michael Shannon, Shea Whigham, Vincent Piazza, Anatol Yusef and Michael Stuhlbarg.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's "Erlkönig” (1885 Translation)

Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasped in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
“My son, wherefore seek’st thou thy face thus to hide?”
“Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?”
“My son, ‘tis the mist rising over the plain.”
“Oh, come, thou dear infant! Oh, come, thou with me!
Full many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold.”
“My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Erl-King now breathes in mine ear?”
“Be calm, dearest child, ‘tis thy fancy deceives;
‘Tis the sad wind that sighs through the withering leaves.”
“Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care;
My daughters by night their glad festival keep,
They’ll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep.”
“My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Erl-King his daughters has brought here for me?”
“My darling, my darling, I see it aright,
‘Tis the aged gray willows deceiving thy sight.”
“I love thee, I’m charmed by they beauty, dear boy!
And if thou’rt unwilling, then force I’ll employ.”
“My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
Full sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last.”
The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child:
He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread,
The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead.

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