Jimmy has finally returned home, though he still looks drunk enough to be functionally comatose. Gillian is blithely making funeral plans while needlepointing. She condescends about how Angela had few friends and then moves on to the best way to shelter Tommy from the news, proposing they say that Mommy went to go live in Paris with her friends. She's just sliding into the co-parent role without any shame, which must both irk and implicate Jimmy in equal measure. She begins to say that -- without wanting to sound "cold" -- a month from now, Tommy won't even remember Angela. She doesn't get to finish the thought, because Jimmy charges up from his seat and puts both hands around his mother's throat. "I'll remember!" he keeps repeating. Suddenly, Jimmy's assault is stopped by the Commodore, who seems to have recovered from the stroke well enough to lunge that giant spear-type thing of his into the back of Jimmy's shoulder blade. With Jimmy on the floor, he lunges again, looking to plunge the thing into his heart. So much for wanting his prince to inherit the kingdom. They struggle, and Commodore ultimately has Jimmy up against the wall, with the shaft of the spear choking him out. Bereft of options, Jimmy reaches for his giant Fuck Knife, and before you know it, sticks his father in the gut.