At the Darmody shack in A.C., we see young Tommy is assed out on the floor, the apparent recipient of Gillian's tried-and-true cocktail of whiskey and milk. Angela seems aloof at best when it comes to Gillian's parenting quirks, while Gillian at least pretends not to notice and instead asks if the actress on the magazine cover is attractive. Angela -- who never seemed quite so dull before she started sharing scenes with Gillian -- says she doesn't have time for movies, which Gillian relates to. 'Course, she always had "the girls" to watch Jimmy for her. Angela's heading out to meet "a friend." Gillian, with just a hint of snarkiness, suggests they go see a movie. Angela's like, "Nah, we're just gonna get some air on the Boardwalk." Gillian, not picking her head up from her magazine, warns of the "lower element" out on the night before St. Patrick's, but Angela says they'll be careful.
Gillian finally turns toward Angela and tells her, "You could be free, you know." Attractive, single girl with artistic leanings, waiting for a man she's not married to who may never come home. Angela brings up the fact that she does, in fact, have a kid, but Gillian's got an answer for that too: "I'll raise him." Like she's offering to feed the cat. Angela is shocked at such a notion, but Gillian tells her to think about it. "Talk it over with your friend." The first time this scene played, I failed to notice everything that was going on behind Gillian's eyes. She's been around the block. She knows some things. Anyway, Angela sharply turns down the "bohemian" arrangement Gillian's offering, then looks down at the slumbering Tommy and feels ... guilt? For maybe wanting to? Whatever it is, Gillian hasn't averted her hawk's gaze from Angela for a minute. The voice is sweet and friendly, but the eyes have something to say. They're keeping quiet for now. What is it about cable shows that turn heretofore bland actresses like Jeanne Tripplehorn and Elizabeth Perkins into total dynamos? Gretchen Mol, welcome to the club.
At the Celtic Dinner we've heard so much about, an Irish tenor sings of the song that gives this episode its title -- a gorgeously melodic tune about dying of alcohol poisoning. It's somewhat miraculous that he can be heard over the deaf bellowing of Nucky's father (who is played by Tom Aldredge, aka Uncle Pete on Damages and Carmela's father on The Sopranos), not to mention the commotion of Eli showing up late. Nucky looks to be anticipating the sweet relief of alcohol poisoning at this point. From the other side of the dais, the Commodore looks over at Nucky with a half-pitying, half-scornful expression. Nucky is introduced to speak, and at Eli's wheedling, Nucky presents his brother, the sheriff, for a few words. Both the Commodore (via a sidelong glance) and Pa Thompson (via a bellowed "...THIS one") express their incredulity at this. Eli's clearly nervous, and by all rights, his doozy of an opening line -- "Friends, Romans, Irishmen, lend me your beers" -- should make him even more nervous, but he manages to power through, and he even hits something of a stride when his speech quickly veers into firebrand invective against the English for their aggressions against the homeland.