Mickey brags about producing around 2,000 crates a week of some seriously bathtub gin (which, in this case, is neither gin nor made in a bathtub, so let's talk amongst ourselves). Mickey talks them through the process of faking bourbon -- involving lots of caramel coloring and grain alcohol -- and Jimmy asks if they can do scotch too. Mickey snivels that they can, only they need to add a carbonating agent for the bubbles. He hands Jimmy a drink, which goes about halfway down his gullet before he chokes it back up. Mickey cackles about the carbonating agent ... in this case, formaldehyde. Jimmy waits about half a beat before smashing the glass over Mickey's head. Nucky and the other employees break up the fight, which isn't exactly easy with Jimmy fired up. Mickey's not exactly docile either, as he pulls out a gun. Nucky pushes his arm up so Mickey fires through the ceiling, up through the floor in the funeral parlor. Hankies are clutched like you could not believe. Jimmy takes another swipe at Mickey as he's being ushered out, which I appreciated.
Back inside, Nucky's as pissed at Mickey as he is at Jimmy. "Stupid bohunk," he spits at Mickey, who takes offense. He changed his last name to "Doyle," after all. No more of this "Kuzik" nonsense -- he's an American now. And maybe it's just the Scorsese connection, but I couldn't help but think of his Gangs of New York, and how the Irish were the non-American ones back then. Not sixty years later, they're the salt of the earth and now the central Europeans are the "other." Thank god for the blacks and the Jews or else this daisy chain of white ethnic intolerance would start to get confusing. Anyway, Nucky's not so impressed by Mickey's personal rebranding. "A rose by any other name..." he sniffs. Mickey wants to know what that's supposed to mean, Nucky: "Read a fuckin' book."
Outside, a perturbed Nucky wants to know what the hell is up with Jimmy, for real. Jimmy admits it's getting passed over for Patty Ryan. "You were assistant sheriff when you were my age," Jimmy protests, but Nucky reminds him that for eight years before that he "spent night and day kissing the Commodore's ass." Look, Nucky, I liked "Brick House" as much as the next guy, but ... oh, never mind. This brings up the elephant in the room that is Jimmy's three years in Europe. Contrary to Nucky's earlier words of praise for Jimmy's heroic service, he now tells him that time would've been better spent with his family (and, it's implied, in service to the local political machine). "You know who dies for their country?" Nucky asks. "Fuckin' rubes, that's who!" Jimmy doesn't exactly disagree, though he asks if he's being punished for going away. Nucky says he just wants him to slow his roll. "I'm not the same kid that left," Jimmy says, his face darkening a bit. "I seen things. I've done things." Nucky, not entirely getting it, at least not on an emotional level, makes a crack about "How're we gonna keep you down on the farm." He thinks this is hubris. Jimmy knows it's something darker. He refuses Nucky's offer of a thousand dollars; all he wants is an opportunity. "This is America, ain't it," begins Nucky, in one of Winter's more pointedly This Is HBO lines. "Who the fuck's stopping you?"