Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 1, Episode 12 - A Return to Normalcy - full transcript

He loves me.

Senator Harding?

But America needs him and
so I have to sacrifice.

In three weeks Paddy
Ryan is taking over

as chief clerk of
the fourth ward.

Jimmy here'll be
Pat's man Friday.

- What's your name, handsome?
- Nelson.

You were 13 years old.

I was one of King
Neptune's consorts.

Your father saw me and
Nucky brought me to him.

I'm dying, boy. Where
are you going?



I'm not quite sure what
you're getting at, sweetie.

This morning I found
this in his house

hidden in the kitchen.

- Half the team is indicted.
- What do you propose?

Come here to Chicago. I
want you to think hard

about who in this town is
willing to do you a favor.

There are four more
brothers plus Luciano.

How are we supposed
to get to them now?

Pack lightly. We'll meet here.

Where are the Dittrichs?

Snuck out yesterday,
dead of night.

- Fletcher gets elected.
- You're telling me?

This is my life on the line!

- I'm making a change.
- Eli's out?



Deputy Halloran, the star is yours
to wear, if you'll honor us so.

Sure I will.

I need men I can trust.

You can trust me, God damn it.

What do I have to
do to convince you?

Look, what do you expect me...

I won't have another child.

That's not your right to decide.

What purpose did it serve
to make me a widow?

I have not lost one second
of sleep over what was done.

Neither have you.

- When I came back...
- They had disappeared.

"To Carthage then I came,"

where a cauldron of unholy loves

"sang all about mine ears."

Those are the words
of Saint Augustine

written 1500 years ago.

His road to the lord
was an arduous one

filled with many setbacks.

In Carthage,
Carthage by the sea,

he found a city
devoted to appetite,

to pleasure, to the temptations

that keep us from
our better selves.

And in that place he did succumb

to what was offered.

He did succumb.

Gentlemen, Atlantic City

is the grandchild of that
vanished metropolis.

Should you aspire
to replace me here,

and should supervisor
Elliot accept you,

you will be bribed, coerced

and tempted on a daily basis.

Bring on the dancing girls.

My partner, Agent Eric Sebso,

died in the line of
duty of a heart attack.

I will not have his
memory sullied

with infantile humor.

The supervisor will
review your applications.

Nelson, I wish you'd reconsider.

There's nothing
here for me, sir.

Did you see this?

Buy them drinks,
promise them jobs,

do whatever you need to do
to get your people to vote.

And once they do, send them over to
my ward and have them vote again.

I still say replacing
Eli was a mistake.

What "still"? You never
said a word about it.

I want a big turnout Tuesday,

men and women alike.

Hell, Nuck, you'll
even get spooks.

- The fuck you just say?
- What?

I got my clerk combing the obituaries.
He's writing down names.

Yet another Atlantic City
politician elected by dead people.

It's Halloween, Ed.
Get in the spirit.

Talk about your
absentee ballots.

I hope you're half as amusing

during your concession speech.

We need to talk.

Hey, come on.

Let's go for a walk, guys.

Let's go blow the
stink off this place.

I've been approached
by the other side.

Really?

Fletcher and them
other democrats...

They paint a nice, pretty
picture how it's gonna be

if I throw my weight behind
them come election day.

And savvy businessman
Chalky White believes them.

Savvy businessman Chalky White

tell them he believe them,

then he pocket their money.

I take it that means
you're sticking with me?

Some recognition for my
loyalty would be nice.

You realize you put the
bite on me every election?

Except this time

you could actually lose.

What'd you have in mind?

Oh,

10 grand, a new car.

And an invitation to that victory
party down at Babette's.

That last part's a
tall order, Chalky.

So is delivering 100%
of that colored vote.

"Upon that night,
when fairies light"

beneath the moon's pale beams;

there, up the cove,
they stray and rove

"and haunt the Halloween."

Boo!

More, mama.

That's all for now. I
need to finish the cake.

You go and wash
your hands, please.

And you help your sister.

The poem... Was that Frost?

Robert Burns.

My nana would read it each
year on All Hallows Eve.

Will they recite it tonight
in the churchyard?

That's more of a
religious service

to pray for the
souls of the dead.

You catholics certainly have
a flair for the dramatic.

That we do.

Warren loves poetry.

Have you thought about
where you'll go

after Tuesday?

I hate to put you
out, but I'm sure

Warren will send for us as
soon as he wins the election.

I'm considering Margate.

I could get work in
one of the shops.

Or perhaps I'll be rich.

We'll see what the brack says.

The cake... It's
called barmbrack.

The Irish eat it on Halloween.

You bake a sixpence, a ring

and a small piece of rag inside.

If you get the money,
you'll be rich.

The ring of course means
you'll be married.

And if you get the rag, well,

you'll be destitute.

President Warren Harding.

You'll come visit, of course,

to the White House.

And with the arsenic being
introduced slowly through food,

the victim is often unaware
of being poisoned at all.

He'd been complaining about
his stomach since Christmas.

It would have to have been
going on for some time.

There were toxic levels in his
stew, in his tea biscuits.

Even his toothpaste was tainted.

How do you explain this, Mrs.
Pratt?

Must have fell in there
somehow on accident.

Yet your food was
uncontaminated.

She killed Jerry,
for God's sake.

I ate one of those
cookies, you know.

Who's Jerry?

His dog. He used to
feed him his leftovers.

Treat that dog better than me.

Best goddamned friend I had,
I can tell you that much.

You goddamn ignorant bitch,

after all I did for you.

- Calm down, dear.
- The hell I will.

She's a fucking murderer!

Why did you do this?

Poison him?

'Cause

if I used a shotgun,

I'd have had to clean
the mess up myself.

I had all I could
take of his abuse.

Are you gonna arrest
her or not, Sheriff?

No.

He's not.

What?

Come with me.

I certainly understand
why you'd want to,

but you can't go around
poisoning people.

The hell's going on?

Just let him handle it, dear.

Relax.

Take this and go far away.

Change your name and
don't come back.

God bless you, sir.

- Bless you.
- Simmer yourself down.

- And you be careful.
- It's okay.

It's not worth giving
yourself a fit.

You take this.

- What the hell are you doing, Nucky?
- Relax.

She's tried to kill
me, God damn it.

I've booked passage for
myself and Carolyn.

Should I be indicted
personally...

and my attorney assures
me that's imminent...

He'll let you know
how to get in touch.

Scotland in November?

I hear the golfing is terrific.

- Sure, in June maybe.
- Trick or treat!

I'll tour the distilleries,
take up the bagpipes perhaps.

There are any number of
ways to occupy myself

until this baseball
business goes away.

If you're indicted, it
don't sound like it will.

Ain't there anybody in Chicago
whose palm you can grease?

It's the World Series, Charlie.

I'm a pariah, haven't you heard?

So use a buffer.

There's Johnny Torrio.

He's new out there,

doesn't have the
political connections.

Nucky Thompson does.

And Torrio can
connect you to him.

Thompson's not exactly a
pal these days, is he?

This war we're in...

Charlie and I were talking...

There's no percentage in it.

I mean, I know I brung them in,

but these greaseballs, these
D'Alessio brothers...

Not your best suggestion.

You're a businessman, right?

Maybe you cut your losses.

I didn't realize I was
paying you boys for advice.

Well, the advice is free.

You pay us 'cause we'll
get our hands dirty.

Hey.

What are you
supposed to be, huh?

Hey, Tommy, I asked
you a question.

- Pirate.
- Pirate?

Hey, why don't you
go put your shoes on

and get ready for that party?

You gonna be home
for dinner tonight?

How long are you gonna
keep on doing this?

Doing what?

The silences,

the cold shoulder, the
distrustful looks.

If I was a different
sort of man,

it would be worse than looks.

For God's sake, Jimmy,
do you want us to leave?

What do you mean "us"?

He's my son too, Angela.

And what's wrong with him?

Nothing's wrong with him.

He's disrespectful.

He's terrified of you.

We both are.

What are you talking about?

You did it again last night.

You were screaming
in your sleep.

What?

You grabbed me. You
were shaking me,

yelling something in German.

Your eyes were open,

but you weren't there, Jimmy.

I'm afraid you're gonna hurt us.

I want to protect you

and Tommy.

Sit down.

I didn't write you

when I was away in France

because I didn't think
I was coming back.

There are things inside me

that I brought
home from the war.

But there were nights over there

in the trenches, I'd be asleep,

dream that I could
feel you next to me,

that I could touch your
hair against my face.

You and Tommy, you're...

We both did things

when we were apart

for whatever reason.

Were you in love with her?

I was lonely, Jimmy.

I want to start fresh.

I want to go back
to where we were.

Can you do that?

I think so.

Can you?

I'll try.

And on this eve of All Hallows,

we honor the saints

and now pray for the
souls of the dead.

O lord, hear my prayer,

listen to my cry for mercy;

and in your faithfulness
and righteousness

come to my relief.

Do not bring your
servant unto judgment,

for no one living

is righteous before you.

Do you pray much yourself?

- For the children mostly...
- Lord have mercy on us.

- For their health...
- Christ...

- And the ones I lost, of course.
- Have mercy on us.

And I pray for forgiveness.

- For what?
- My own sins.

Holy Mary, mother of God...

There's such a
peacefulness here,

a special kind of quiet.

It's like walking through a
wood on a crisp autumn...

Oh.

From the snares of the devil,

from anger and hate...

So you have that in common.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to upset you.

Mr. Thompson... in Chicago...

He told me he had
a son who died.

It's not suspicion.
It's prudence.

Come on, Nuck, how long
we know each other?

I'd like to know what I'll
be walking into, John.

A business meeting

for which I'm asking you
to keep an open mind.

I already bought the Brooklyn Bridge,
if that's what you're selling.

Noon tomorrow. We'll
pick a spot out by you.

Ow, God damn it.

The train. How you think?

Go see who that is.

What?

I'm on the overnight train.

The fuck's going on over there?

Nothing. I'm late for a party.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Yes?

Someone wishes to see you.

Leave it on. It suits you...

A dapper villain in
a Sunday serial.

And you?

What's your get-up tonight...

The devoted, pleading wife,

the temperance firebrand,

the crusading suffragette?

You left out "kept woman."

But there wasn't any
keeping you, was there?

When you met me I was pregnant.

And then I lost the baby.

You lost a child...

a son,

he was six days old...

and your wife a month later.

It's a bit late for this
game, wouldn't you say?

- What game?
- I tell you my sorrows.

You pretend to be sympathetic.

And we wind up in bed.

I can assure you
that won't happen.

Why are you here?

To find out who
Enoch Thompson is.

Seven years ago, almost eight,

I'd just become treasurer.

I was new to the job, very busy.

My wife had just given birth.

We named him Enoch after me.

She wanted that.

He was tiny, frail.

I was terrified to hold him.

A week passed.

I had my hands full

with some county business
or another, an audit.

I was busy, very busy.

I came home one night.

It was late.

She was in the nursery,

rocking him in her arms.

I crossed to them.

She looked so calm,

so contented.

It gave me the courage to
finally want to hold him.

I pulled back the blanket.

And I looked at his face.

And I could tell right away

he'd been dead for days.

She'd been caring for
him nearly a week...

bathing him,

changing his diapers,
his bedclothes.

I took him from her

and cradled him in my arms.

That was the only
time I ever held him.

We buried him in the churchyard,

but she couldn't accept it.

She'd completely
broken with reality...

melancholia.

I saw it.

I knew it.

But the doctor said
time would heal her.

And I was very very busy.

A few weeks later

she slashed her
wrists with my razor.

The times with you
and the children

in the house,

eating breakfast...

just that...

I've never been happier

or more terrified in my life.

And now you know more about me

than any other person on earth.

And you thought I needed saving.

Didn't you?

Not the way you chose.

You'll leave Atlantic City?

Is that your demand?

It's just a question.

I think it might
be for the best.

- Let me...
- No.

Thank you.

There's a kindness in you.

I know it.

How can you do what you do?

We all have to
decide for ourselves

how much sin we can live with.

Mr. Thompson.

Mrs. Schroeder.

I'm pleased to have finally
made your acquaintance.

Would you care for a biscuit?

The molasses hurts my filling.

I was offered a
permanent assignment

in Atlantic City.

I discovered a large still

near where Sebso expired.

We had originally gone to
the area looking for it.

Your supervisor must
have been pleased.

He was.

I was offered a raise in pay

as well as two additional
agents under my command.

That's wonderful.

I turned him down.

My Uncle Byron...

I never told you
this, but a year ago

last Easter he made
me a proposition...

full partner in his
feed business.

In Schenectady.

You enjoyed our visit there...

the winter with the snowshoes.

Of course I'd have to buy in,

but it's a going concern.

You're being awfully quiet.

I like being the wife
of a federal agent.

Is that what's important...
your vanity,

what your friends think
down at the Greengrocer's?

Of course not.

I'm unhappy, Rose,

unfulfilled,

increasingly so these
last few months.

And now with Agent's
Sebso's death...

You're doing God's
work there, Nelson.

Then if God wants me to
stay in Atlantic City,

let him give me a sign.

What the hell is this?

Thanks for coming.

- How're you doing, kid?
- Mr. Torrio.

I don't like being sandbagged.

Come on, eh? Costs
nothing to listen.

Then start talking.

The last time we
was all together,

there was another man as well...

- Big Jim Colosimo.
- May he rest in peace.

He was a good man... Jim. Don't get
me wrong. But he didn't look ahead.

He didn't look from behind neither,
from what Frankie Yale told me.

Grow up, eh?

With the stupid jokes.

My point is, to survive
in a business like ours,

you gotta look to the future.

And to do that, sometimes you
gotta let go of the past.

It was Arnold reached
out, asked that we meet.

The son of a bitch tried
to have me killed.

I'm interested, Mr. Thompson, in
putting an end to our hostilities.

I would think you would be,
considering the way things are going.

We could wage war for years.

It benefits no one.
And the fact is

I have enough problems already.

Yes, I've seen the newspapers.

Then you know I'm about to be
indicted for fixing the World Series.

- So pay someone off.
- There's the rub.

Though I'm quite well
known in Chicago,

I'm decidedly not
well liked there.

It sounds to me like
you're asking for a favor.

I'm asking to make a deal.

I need a man with your political
reach to quash the indictment.

- That could be arranged.
- What?

We're talking.

In exchange for what?

One million in cash.

A million dollars.

And the location of the
remaining D'Alessio brothers.

Or you could take your
chances in Chicago

with my good friend
Hartley Replogle.

The state's attorney.

So you've seen the papers also.

This war ends here.

Any bad blood,

past transgressions
of whatever nature,

business or personal,
are hereby nullified.

I'll have the cash delivered
to you in the morning.

Charlie here has the other
information you want.

Good luck, Mr. Thompson.

And I do hope we haven't
seen the last of each other.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I've got a train to Chicago.

Get my brother on the
phone, then call

an emergency press conference
today at City Hall.

- What time?
- 3:00 P.M. sharp.

I want every newspaper
in the county there.

Gentlemen of the fourth estate,

tragic though it is, I
need hardly remind you

that the passage of
the 18th amendment

has given rise to a new
breed of criminal...

vicious thugs

emboldened by the promise
of an easy dollar.

What the fuck are you doing?

Halloween's over.

Last January, in the woods

only a few miles from where
I speak to you today,

a horrible massacre occurred.

Five men, bootleggers all,

were cut down in cold
blood by a rival gang.

The suspected ringleader

of the killers...
Hans Schroeder...

was found dead days later,

his body washed up
in a fishing net

on one of our piers.

Due to the tireless
work of my brother,

former Sheriff Eli Thompson,

we have since learned

that Schroeder's conspirators
in this cowardly attack

were a group of killers
late of Philadelphia,

well-known to law enforcement

as the D'Alessio brothers.

I am happy to report

they are being sought
for questioning

as I speak.

Motivated by political gain,

the democrats have argued

that the incumbent
administration

has been rife with corruption,

soft on crime.

On this election eve,
I submit to you this:

While this heinous crime

did certainly occur on
the republican watch,

the apprehension of
those responsible

did certainly occur
on the redid as well.

Vote for Edward Bader tomorrow

and keep our city safe.

I thank you all

and God bless America.

Mr. Thompson, how about a
picture with your brother?

Mr. Thompson. Mr. Thompson.

No more pictures. Let's go.

Come on, go go go go.

How are you today?
Nice to see you.

Mr. Thompson, Mr. Thompson.

All right, a good day to
vote, isn't it? Yes sir.

Hey, how are you?
Hello, how are you?

Nice to see you.
Congratulations, ladies.

- A good day.
- Thank you.

- Nice to see you.
- Thank you, Mr. Thompson.

All right, thanks for coming out.
Nice to see you.

How are you? Hello there.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to see you. Thanks for coming out.

- Hey, Mr. Thompson.
- How are you today? Hi, Francis.

- How's your mother?
- Much better, Nucky.

Hello, Bill. How are you?

- Good day, Mr. Thompson.
- Hi, Mr. Thompson.

Hey there, Nuck.

How are you? Nice
to see you today.

Hey, squirt, who you voting for?

- Hey, good luck to you, Nucky.
- How are you?

- Attaboy, Nuck.
- Hi.

- Some turnout, eh?
- Say, Nuck, who you voting for?

Ed Bader and the straight
republican ticket.

And I suggest you
all do the same.

♪ When I see your pretty smile ♪

♪ Makes the living
worth the while... ♪

Ange?

♪ So I've got to run around ♪

♪ Telling people
what I've found... ♪

Hey buddy.

Where's your mother?

I don't know.

I'm right here. I
was in the bedroom.

♪ They didn't believe me ♪

♪ They didn't believe me... ♪

Your father called.
He asked to see you.

♪ Your lips, your eyes,
your cheeks, your hair ♪

♪ Are in a class
beyond compare ♪

♪ You're the loveliest girl ♪

♪ That one could see ♪

♪ And when I tell them ♪

♪ And I'm certainly
going to tell them ♪

♪ That I'm the man ♪

♪ Whose wife one day you'll be ♪

♪ They'll never believe me ♪

♪ They'll never believe me. ♪

That uniform looks
like it fits you.

Uh-huh, how much?

Third ward results are in.

We're up by over 20%.

Easy, kid, eh?

- What, are you down a quart?
- We're gonna have a great year.

- It's great times here.
- Champagne. Here you go.

It just came over the wire...

The state's attorney
in Chicago announced

that Arnold Rothstein
will not be indicted.

Anything on the Mayor's race?

Well, the polls will
be closing shortly.

Okay.

Almost home, little brother.

Just like that, eh?

You wave your scepter and
everything's all forgiven?

Your cut of the Rothstein
money isn't enough?

Should I send flowers too?

You fucked me over, brother.
You forget?

And I told you I'll
make it right.

You do this stuff...

You say things.

Maybe you're so used to spouting
bullshit, you don't realize it,

but your words actually
do affect people.

What's that... Dale Carnegie?

I'm fucking serious, Nucky.
There are consequences

to what you say, to what you do

that you can't buy yourself
out of with money.

I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.

You have to trust me, Eli.

What does that mean?

That blood is
thicker than water.

Yeah?

Well, why'd it have
to be my blood?

Happy days, boys, happy days.

Edgar Caldwell from
campaign headquarters.

Let me take this.

Really?

Hello.

Frank Hague. What, did they
run you out of Jersey City?

Who let the democrat in?

You don't gotta be Irish

to march in the St. Patty's
Day parade, do you?

No, but it helps. Come on.

Good to see you.

Gentlemen, fellow Republicans,

may I have your
attention, please?

I have just been informed
that as of three minutes ago,

Atlantic City has a new Mayor...

Mr. Edward Bader.

Congratulations.

Thank you one and all

for your kind applause and
your generous support.

Now being a man of action,

I feel I should get
right down to business.

Sheriff Halloran.

At your service, Mr. Mayor.

Sheriff Halloran,
after your long

and meritorious service
to Atlantic City,

I regretfully accept
your resignation.

Is this a joke?

Relax, kid. It's
what Nucky wants.

And now, as my second
official act as Mayor,

it is my pleasure to reappoint

my good friend Eli Thompson as
Sheriff of Atlantic County.

Hear hear.

Welcome back, Eli.

Well, looks like there's
a new Sheriff in town.

Jimmy.

You're looking well.

Good old Paddy Ryan,

chief clerk of the fourth ward.

How you been?

I'm aces, Paddy.

How's life in politics?

Swell.

Nuck's taking good care of me.

He must have pimped out
your mother as well.

I beg your pardon?

Your mother... He must have
pimped your mother out as well.

The fuck is wrong with you?

What?

Nothing.

You're my hero.

What are you talking about?

The way you work, Nuck,
you're like a machine...

clean, fast, totally
devoid of any emotion.

Halloran wasn't working out.

Halloran? You'll use
anyone, Nuck...

man, woman, 13-year-old girl.

She was an orphan, James,

living in a home for
wayward children.

The commodore took
good care of her.

I'll bet he did. And then
you took care of me.

Well, I did, didn't I?

Did you ever want for anything,

need anything? You
ever miss a meal?

So the learning at your feet,

getting me into Princeton...

That was all guilt, huh?

Guilt, duty.

You're a grown man now. What
difference does it make?

I thought you loved me.

I'm not your father, James.

You're right.

I'm going to go take
it up with him.

Why don't you do
yourself a favor?

Go home to your
wife and sober up.

Why don't you do
me a favor, Nuck?

Stop acting like
you give a shit.

Oh, come on now,
everyone eat your cake.

We still haven't
found the surprises.

Anything in there?

No.

The ring.

It means I'll be married, right?

May it bring you better
luck than it did me.

The first lady of
the United States.

What will you do, nan,

if he doesn't send for you?

Well, of course he will.
He said.

I didn't get a prize.

Well there's still
more cake left, dear.

The rag.

What does that mean, mama?

Nothing, dear.

It's just a silly superstition.

- Sir.
- Hmm?

There's some woman out front.
She's looking for you.

Send her in.

I went to your grooming house.

The landlady told
me you worked here.

What do you want?

You a postman, Nelson?

No, I'm a Prohibition agent.

Hmm.

Well, you made me pregnant.

Come on now. Warm milk.

Put a little brandy
in it, will you?

We're trying to rebuild
your stomach lining.

Well, cook me a steak.

So we're a happy family
all of a sudden?

You don't have to be so
fretful all the time.

I'll make you some eggs.

Jimmy, give me some of that.

You realize this
is the first time

we've ever had a drink together?

Don't tell your mother.

The woman tries to kill me

and Nucky lets her go.

He's got an odd
sense of justice.

Talk to me about justice?

Fucking Woodrow Wilson,
when he was governor...

goddamn southern son of a bitch

comes here to try to
make a name for himself

so he can run for president.

He's the reason
you went to jail.

No, he's the reason
I got convicted.

Nucky's the reason
I went to jail.

What do you mean?

Well, he was Sheriff
at the time.

We got caught up in some
election-rigging case.

They couldn't get us both,
so this fucking Wilson

makes a deal with
the prosecutor...

One of us takes the fall;
Wilson gets the headline;

the rest of the case goes away.

Why you and not Nucky?

I was hurt politically and
Nucky was the fair-haired boy.

The plan was for me to go away.

He'd take over and then square
things up when I got out.

Did he?

He squared things up all right.

Five years in jail

and I was just a distant memory.

And there he is with
a diamond stick pin

and a Rolls-fucking-Royce...

Nucky Thompson,

the spawn of a drunken piney.

I used to hate coming
here when I was a kid.

My mother would bring
me here to see you.

I know.

I was afraid of all the animals.

I was afraid of you.

Nucky told me, "it's your duty."

Gotta be strong
for your mother."

Manipulative son of a bitch.

He can be.

Jimmy,

you think I don't know
why he brought you back

from Chicago?

To do what he doesn't
have the stomach for.

And you said yes.

What for? A few percent off top?

I made a good deal.

Oh God, he made you
think you did.

He made me think I did.

That's the way he operates.

You know him well.

He was like a son to me.

But you're my flesh
and blood, boy.

So?

So you're gonna take
back Atlantic City

for the both of us.

And how is that
supposed to work?

Look around, son.

I didn't get all this
by being stupid.

Sir.

You told him what we discussed?

I was just about to.

So, you see, if I
were president,

I'd run the country
like a Broadway show.

I'd pick my cabinet
and try them out

right here in Atlantic City.

Oh yes, the best audiences.

And if they clicked
here, I'd let them open

in New York and a
few other cities.

We'd do one-night
stands for four years

and by then they'd
have to reelect me

so I could actually do
something at the White House.

Mr. Thompson. Mr. Thompson.

Howdy do?

Baxter, it's nice to see you.

I see you've met Annabelle.

George was telling me all
about the cutlery business.

Oh yeah, I'll knife you and
spoon you and fork you as well.

How about a dance?

Margaret.

Hello.

What a pleasant surprise.

Heard the news
about Mayor Bader.

Congratulations.

Well, I certainly owe a
debt of gratitude to you.

Then you could offer me a drink.

Is champagne okay?

Good news just isn't
the same without it.

How are the children?

They miss their Uncle Nucky.

Quiet, everyone! Quiet. Quiet.

Illinois, Virginia,
Pennsylvania,

New Jersey, Florida, Michigan,

North Carolina and Rhode Island.

Once again, ladies
and gentlemen,

this is Frank Conrad with the
official results of the election

transmitting live over the
wireless from Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh! Can you believe it?

Pipe down, lady.

With 48 states reporting,
it's Warren Harding

with nearly 60% of
the popular vote.

Yes yes, and this just in:

Challenger James M. Cox
has moments ago conceded

to a capacity crowd at
Dayton fairgrounds.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Warren Gamaliel Harding

has been elected the 29th
President of the United States!

What a momentous
evening this has been

for the senator from Ohio,

his decisive victory a credit

to both himself and to the
entire republican party.

Quiet. Quiet.

And now this, from Mr.
Harding's acceptance speech.

I read to you directly
from the ticker.

"My countrymen,
America's present need"

is not heroics but healing,

not revolution but restoration,

not agitation but adjustment,

not surgery but serenity,

not the dramatic but
the dispassionate.

The world calls for peace.

We need not nostrums

"but a return to normalcy."

♪ Did you ever sit and ponder ♪

♪ Sit and wonder,
sit and think ♪

♪ Why we're here and
what this life ♪

♪ Is all about? ♪

♪ It's a problem
that has driven ♪

♪ Many brainy men to drink ♪

♪ It's the weirdest thing ♪

♪ They've tried to figure out ♪

♪ About a thousand
different theories ♪

♪ All the scientists can show ♪

♪ But never yet have
proved a reason why ♪

♪ With all we've thought
and all we're taught ♪

♪ Why all we seem to know ♪

♪ Is we're born,
we live a while ♪

♪ And then we die ♪

♪ Life's a very funny
proposition after all ♪

♪ Imagination, jealousy ♪

♪ Hypocrisy and all ♪

♪ Three meals a day ♪

♪ A whole lot to say ♪

♪ When you haven't
got the coin ♪

♪ You're always in the way ♪

♪ Everybody's fightin ♪

♪ As we wend our way along ♪

♪ Every fellow claims ♪

♪ The other fellow's
in the wrong ♪

♪ Hurried and worried
until we're buried ♪

♪ And there's no curtain call ♪

♪ Life's a very
funny proposition ♪

♪ After all ♪

♪ When all things
are coming easy ♪

♪ And when luck is with a man ♪

♪ Why, then life to him ♪

♪ Is sunshine everywhere ♪

♪ Then the fates
blow rather breezy ♪

♪ And quite upset a plan ♪

♪ Then he'll say that
life's a burden ♪

♪ Hard to bear ♪

♪ Though today may
be a day of smiles ♪

♪ And what brings me joy ♪

♪ May bring you care and woe ♪

♪ We're born to die
but don't know why ♪

♪ Or what it's all about ♪

♪ And the more we try to learn ♪

♪ The less we know ♪

♪ Life's a very
funny proposition ♪

♪ You can bet ♪

♪ And no one's ever
solved the problem ♪

♪ Properly as yet ♪

♪ Young for a day ♪

♪ Then old and grey ♪

♪ Like the rose that
buds and blooms ♪

♪ And fades and falls away ♪

♪ Losing health to
gain our wealth ♪

♪ As through this
dream we tour ♪

♪ Everything's a guess ♪

♪ And nothing's
absolutely sure ♪

♪ Battles exciting and
fates we're fighting ♪

♪ Until the curtains fall ♪

♪ Life's a very
funny proposition ♪

♪ After all. ♪

Thank you, Babette.
Thank you, Nucky.

Thank you, Nucky.

Thank you.