Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 1, Episode 3 - Broadway Limited - full transcript

(SIRENS WAILING)

- Keep him steady.
- Watch the corner.

I got it.

(MOANING)

NURSE: Watch the door.

How is he still alive after
three days out in the cold?

He's fat.

The fuck's that
supposed to mean?

He's insulated. I don't know.
How should I know?

The cold and the buckshot.

I'm not a doctor.



Really?

I thought we killed them all.

He thought. Fucking Aristotle.

So what are they doing to him?

What difference does it make?

Guy's got a hole in his
belly big as a grapefruit.

He thaws out a little,
he's a goner.

So now you're a doctor.

What are you mad at me for?

I'm late.

Let nature take its course.
Help it along if you can.

And you better hope
he dies real soon.

(FUNERAL MARCH PLAYING)

(URGING HORSE)



Quick now, close them doors.

About time.

Yeah, this nag isn't
exactly Man o' War.

You didn't happen to run at
Saratoga last summer, did you?

Let's go. Open it up.

I'm a do a bottle count
as soon as we done.

And for every drop goes missing,

I'm a take a drop of blood
out of one of y'all asses.

Simon Legree.

I don't give a fuck
they agree or not.

So what do you think, Chalky?

I can mix this up real nice.

Five hundred bottles
will get you 3,000.

So how're we working the split?

Assuming this batch goes
well, 80/20 my favor.

I supply the product, you and
your people work your magic.

That's a whole lot of
magic for only 20%.

It's the same deal I
gave Mickey Cusick.

(CHUCKLES)

Did you know that motherfucker
changed his name to Doyle?

I did.

40%.

- What happened to 30%?
- I charged you 10% extra

for thinking I'd take the
same deal as Mickey.

I didn't realize you
were so sensitive.

As a baby's ass, motherfucker.

Let's call it 35%.

We in business.

Come on now, hurry up.

What's "motherfucker" mean?

I suppose it's a schvartze word.

MAN: You want two of them right now?
Let me get that.

Why aren't you eating?

I'm not hungry.

EDITH: You need
your strength back.

I'm stronger than I look, Edith.

I suppose you'd have to be,
after what you put up with.

I'm considering
taking in a boarder.

What? Some burlesque performer?

Come stay with me if you like.

Thank you. We couldn't.

What about your own people?

Have you thought
about going home?

I came to this country
for a better life.

When the baby coming, Mama?

I don't know, dear.

The stork must have gotten lost.

Eat your egg.

I'm gonna make you a brisket,

some potatoes on the side.

That'd be lovely.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

- Mrs. Schroeder?
- EDITH: Who are you?

I'm Mrs. Schroeder.

A job for you from Mr. Thompson.

My deepest condolences on
account of your husband.

"Belle Femme. The Ritz-Carlton."

Sounds fancy. What is it?

A shop, I suppose.

It's French.

And how do you know a man
like Nucky Thompson?

Through a friend.

The Temperance League.

I'll need you to look
after the children.

Those French, I've
read about them.

All right. You all set?

That wound needs attention.

Later. I need to question him.

This man is gravely ill.

He has a massive
internal infection.

I'll just be a few minutes.

What did he do, Officer?

Go to sleep.

(MOANING SOFTLY)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

PATIENT: What's that?

(SOFTLY) Come on.

PATIENT: What did you say?

What's going on over there?

So what do you know about
Saturday night's events?

Is he all right?

You don't say.

How many men?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

You can't go in there.

(SIMON GASPING)

Poor bastard.

Sir?

Sir, can you hear me?

He needs his rest. He has
a massive infection.

And I need to speak with him.

No interviews. This
witness is in my custody.

We're over the Pennsylvania border,
which makes the locus federal.

Says you with all
your fancy talk.

Go on now. Shoo.

You're obstructing a federal
investigation, Sheriff.

Yeah? So get a warrant.

(SIMON WHEEZING)

(MUMBLING)

Stay here and guard
this witness.

(SIMON MUTTERING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Almost there. Hold still.

Jesus, if I knew
this was the cure,

I'd have taken my chances
fighting the Huns.

You should've thought of
that before intentionally

exposing yourself to gonorrhea, Mr.
Luciano.

The good news is

the zinc sulfate
treatments have worked.

Your symptoms have abated?

Yeah.

The faucet stopped dripping,
if that's what you mean.

And urination, any
burning, itching?

Nothing I can't take.
It's just...

What?

Sometimes, I...

I don't know.

It's like when I'm doing it,

or trying to do it

with a broad.

Yes?

It starts out fine,

and then it goes away.

Your penis becomes flaccid?

Come again?

It doesn't stay hard.

Sometimes, yeah.

- Ah. Uh-huh.
- Oh!

What are you doing? What,
are you writing a book?

Mr. Luciano, I need to
document your recovery,

the course of treatment.

Forget it. I'm fine.

- Forget I said nothin'.
- But...

Look, you hear what
I says or what?

Huh?

Sure, put me down for a grand.

Well, it's a wonderful cause.

Righty-o. I'm glad I could help.

Who you giving money to now?

Nobody.

- The premature baby hospital.
- On the Boardwalk?

NUCKY: Did I say I was finished?

That place gives me the willies.

You were so smart not
to have children.

You know, Flo's in town.

- Who?
- Ziegfeld.

Eddie says he's casting
for the 9 O'clock Frolic.

- My Eddie?
- Eddie Cantor.

Oh.

I thought you were
done with all that.

Do you want me to be?

Whatever makes you happy, kid.

You make me happy.

You know,

I'd have a baby if
that's what you want.

- What?
- It'd ruin my figure,

but if that's what you want.

Don't you think I'd
make a good mommy?

Sure you would. Swell.

You have a very
loving disposition.

So?

This is a hotel. I'm not
set up here for a baby.

We could get a
house in Cape May.

Now's not a good time.

Let's revisit this
after the election.

Okay.

Oops.

Mmm. That's delicious.

That looks delicious, too.

(TOMMY CHATTERING)

How'd you get him
to sit so long?

What?

Oh, I don't know.

The photographer made him laugh.

He said he's one of the best-looking
children he's ever seen.

Yeah, that's how
they get your money.

You don't think your
son's handsome?

Sure he is.

I mean, with you for a mother.

TOMMY: Let's go find
the other people.

Nobody's supposed to make way.

It's hard to believe he
was ever this little.

Three years is a long time.

You don't like the
vacuum sweeper?

It just makes such a racket.

- It's more efficient.
- It scares Tommy.

All in the name of progress.

You know they have a gun now that
shoots 600 bullets in a minute?

Lovely.

The Lewis Gun. I used
one at Saint-Mihiel.

We used to talk about books.

(IN FRENCH ACCENT)
You are too thin.

When did you last bathe?

Beg your pardon?

Do you bathe? When?

- Yes. Yesterday.
- Good.

You must bathe once a
week at a minimum.

Your hair as well, and
fingernails each day.

You will not dirty our garments
or cause them to stench.

You've worked before in a shop?

No, ma'am. I was a servant.

The last girl, Rosalie,

four years of experience.

- What became of her?
- Mr. Thompson.

She had to be, how to say,
jettison to give the job for you.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

You're sorry?

What are to be my
duties, Madame Jeunet?

You are a dresser.

You will assist the customers when they
try the garments on, n'est-ce pas?

Occasionally you will
wear our merchandise

so the customer may visualize what it
looks like not from the mannequin.

You will be prompt

and you will work
late when I require.

Parlez-vous français?

No, ma'am. Small phrases
here and there.

Yet I speak your English.

- Yes.
- There you have it, no?

Daddy, look.

In every event, you are
to be seen, not heard.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Seen.

You do not speak.

WOMAN: Really? MAN: Yes.

WOMAN: Well, let me try it.

Change into this immédiatement.

(SENDS AWAY IN FRENCH)

(GREETING IN FRENCH)

(SINGING) I may look simple
but I want you to know

I've been to college
I'm full of knowledge

I'm right at home with brainy
men And them my wisdom I show

But when there's clever girls
around I get up and go

Those educated babies are a bore

You said it.

I'm gonna say what I
said many times before

The dumber they come
The better I like 'em

'Cause the dumb ones
know how to make love

A wisenheimer has you meet
her folks when you call

Now the party can start.

The sheriff's here.

Hide the hooch.

They look like angels
sent from above

The clever girl will
want to know...

So what happened? Is he gone?

I didn't get a chance.
That Fed showed up.

What Fed?

What's-his-name, the
prohi with the big head.

Van Alden?

He stationed his man
outside the room.

So what are you doing here?

Halloran's there. Relax.

They're on death watch,
I'm telling you.

Nuck, you're missing this.

That's Eddie Cantor, eh?

Jesus, Eli. This is serious.

Say, I'm not the one who got
us into this mess, right?

Save the insolence for Jimmy.

Have won beauty prizes They look
like angels sent from above

You start by squeezing clever
girls You're soon on the shelf

But when you're with Dumb Doras
You can just be yourself

That's why the dumber they
come The better I like 'em

'Cause the dumb ones
know how to make love

Wake up.

This is a writ of certiorari from the
federal magistrate in Philadelphia

giving me custody
and jurisdiction

over the patient known as John Doe.
Any questions?

(STAMMERS) I need to
telephone somebody.

Telephone whoever you'd like.
Follow me, men.

You're making a big mistake.

Come on, push him in.

(GRUNTING)

A writ of certiorari?
Jesus Christ, boss.

Don't take the
Lord's name in vain.

For Christ... We just
broke about a dozen laws.

Down here? What laws?

Here, gentlemen, buy
yourselves a hot meal.

MAN 1: Hey, hey, hey.
Come on, come on.

MAN 2: What a tub of lard, huh?

- Where are we even going?
- New York.

He's one of Rothstein's men.

WOMAN: Lift your cup
up a little higher.

(JIMMY GROWLING)

I got you. I got you.

Whoa!

Where're you going, pal?

Tommy. Tommy.

- What? You wanna go inside?
- Yeah.

Tommy, my lad!

- I'm sorry, you're...
- Oh.

There you go.

Robert Dittrich. A pleasure.

You must be Jimmy.

I'm Mary, Robert's wife.

Jim Darmody.

He's such a little
love, and photogenic.

ROBERT: We are
quite fond of him.

Your wife, too.

We're not married
actually, but...

Oh. Yes.

Oh, my apologies.

No, we're going to be.
We're engaged.

Oh. Well, congratulations.

I was away

in the war.

Yes, yes, yes. France, was it?

The news accounts, the battles
at Ypres in particular,

some thrilling tales.

I would not have minded having
my mettle tested like that.

- We hear Paris is lovely.
- Ah, the Louvre.

Didn't have a lot of time
to take in the sights.

Would you care for some tea?

No, we really should be going.
Come on, pal.

No. No.

Come on. Let's go.

- It's lunchtime.
- No.

Tommy, come on. Mama's waiting.

- Be a good boy.
- Here.

We'll visit another time, okay?

TOMMY: I got to do it now.

Our best to Angela.

Check his wrist.

- It's faint.
- It's 12:15. We can make Bellevue by 5:00.

- We're gonna lose him, sir.
- Don't you let him die. Get back there.

- And do what?
- Slap him. Wake him up.

Who shot you?

We have to find a doctor.

Open.

Wider, please.

WOMAN: Mind Dr. Lissenger.

You eat peanut brittle,
this is what happens.

- What's the meaning of this?
- This man needs a doctor.

- I'm a federal agent.
- I'm a dentist.

- Out of the chair, kid, now!
- DENTIST: Okay.

Now you got something
to, you know,

boost his system,
give him some pep?

This man is dying.
He needs a surgeon.

You keep him alive. I
need to speak with him!

Cocaine. It's an anesthetic.

I only know how to
put it in one place.

What's taking so long?

He needs a larger dose.

What are you waiting for?

(GASPS)

All right, who shot you?
What'd he look like?

(SPEAKING YIDDISH)

(GASPS)

- What language is that?
- WOMAN: It's gutter German.

Yiddish.

What'd he say?

- I can't.
- Mrs. Fishbaum.

Word for word. This is a
federal investigation.

He said you should
fuck your grandmother

with your faggot penis.

Little faggot penis.

(SIMON GROANING)

You want to die here or at home?

Tell me who it was.

(SCREAMING)

Good God, man!

Come on.

(GROANING) There were two.

Young. One thin.

Did they talk, say anything?

One,

Jimmy.

Fair-haired?

Masks. Masks.

"And the angel said,

"'lf any man worship the beast,

"'he shall drink of the
wine of the wrath of God

"'and he shall be
tormented with fire

"'in the presence of the lamb."'

- Isn't he Jewish?
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

"'And the smoke of their torment
ascendeth up forever and ever,

"'and they shall have
no rest day nor night,

"'they who worship the beast."'

He's all yours.

Okay, gents.

Two thousand.

Hand like a foot.

That's it for me.

I'll see your two

and raise you two.

What should I do here, Charlie?

Depends on what the
other guy got.

- Depends on what the other gentleman has.
- Right.

Well? What does he have?

How should I know? I'm no swami.

The very reason this
game is so challenging.

There's a lot of
money in that pot.

How much do you
think is in there?

Plenty.

$22,500.

That's right.

How much mining equipment
do you have to sell

to make 22 grand, Buck?

A lot.

Now are you gonna call or fold?

I'll see your two,

raise you five.

Take it. I was bluffing.

I know.

So was I.

- God damn it!
- What say we take a break?

Only 14 hours and
you're tired already?

MAN 1: Unfortunate.

MAN 2: Son of a gun.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah.

Turns out my
sister-in-law's nephew,

for a time at least,

survived the shooting
in the woods.

I'm sorry about your loss.

Obviously, if there's
anything I can do...

There is actually. You
can kill someone for me

to settle a debt.

I have it on good authority that
a James Darmody of Atlantic City

was one of the two shooters.

Who was the other one?

I don't know.

But I'd bet you're persuasive
enough to get Darmody to tell you.

That's a good bet.

The only kind I make.

You are alone.

Lonely.

But there is a man.

Dark.

You know me. There's
always a man.

This one, he's not like the others.
He's dangerous.

Mmm. Do tell.

I'm hearing my future.

I'm very busy, Gillian.

Give us a couple of minutes.

You could have come
see me, you know.

Request an audience with
the other peasants?

I didn't want to run into Jimmy.

What can I do for you?

You can honor the
agreement that we made.

He's fine, Gillian.

He's not fine.

I'm his mother. He's a shell.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You promised you would
keep him out of trouble.

He's not in trouble.

Do you think I'm blind,
that I don't hear things?

He shows up out of nowhere
with some $1,000 necklace,

which he then steals
back from me.

It's a rough patch, okay?

He just got back.

We take it for granted, but I'm sure
the entire war was very trying.

He should have
stayed in college.

I advised him to.
He wouldn't listen.

Leading a horse to
water and all that.

He's a grown man who wanted
to serve his country.

Could I have forced him not to?

I was under the impression
that you could do anything.

I'm not God, Gillian.

Now you tell me.

Where the fuck is this place?

The dope was waiting outside.

'Cause youse didn't give
me the right address.

- What, is it raining out?
- Raining?

I almost drowned, Leo.

(LAUGHING)

He almost drowned.

Thanks for bailing me out.

I gotta protect my
investment, huh?

We would've met you at the jail, but
we've been getting the lay of the land.

Fuck the land.

The Boardwalk's where
the money's at.

- So where're you staying?
- Some flophouse on Baltic, off the beach.

Doc says the salt air
helps his respiratory.

That, plus the 15 warrants
waiting back in Philly.

Ain't you got a lawyer, Pius?

I'm Pius, you stupid Polack.

- The name's Doyle now.
- So?

Go check on the car.

I'm Ignacious.

I thought that was Lucien.

No, Lucien got the birthmark.

You fucking garlic-eaters.

What is there, like 14 of youse?

Nine, not counting our sisters.

Our pop,

he loves our mother very much.

So, this Nucky Thompson,

gave our entire operation over
to the coons. You believe that?

Our operation?

I loaned you that
dough with vigorish.

He gets took for a chump and now
we're partners all of a sudden?

I thought you guys were
looking for an opportunity.

We're looking for our money.

How can I pay youse if they
put me out of business?

That's your problem, ain't it?

(WHEN MY BABY SMILES AT
ME PLAYING ON RADIO)

(URGING IN FRENCH)

We have a very
important customer.

You will take these to her
in the dressing room.

Whatever she needs.

Hello?

Finally.

(SIGHS) Are you gonna help me
get out of this thing or what?

You came to see Nucky.

Yes. I'm Margaret Schroeder.

Bully for you.

When we're done here,

drop my cloak off
with your tailor.

Your boss is having the
lining repaired for me.

Yes, ma'am.

I don't go for
cheap merchandise.

I'll try the step-in.

The step-in.

That one.

Jesus, sister.

I'm sorry.

You do work here, don't you?

I do.

So open it up.

Tie it.

Well?

What do you think?

It's very flattering.

You know, I heard Nucky on the
phone getting you this job.

It was very kind of him.

Yeah, well,

he's a soft touch for
the charity cases.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Yes, I'll hold.

They're putting me through.

SEBSO: "The Elephant Hotel."

"Dear Lenore,"

"Douglas had another
attack of dropsy,"

"so we came down
for his benefit."

"The ocean is lovely."

I had an uncle once had dropsy.

You're reading someone's
private correspondence.

OPERATOR: Go ahead, please.

Yes, Supervisor. Van Alden here.

ELLIOT: Nelson, where are you?

The post office, Atlantic City.

The post office?

It's the only federal
building in town.

We lost him, sir.

Damn it. Did he talk?

That's the reason I'm calling.

Sir, I have reason to believe

James Darmody was involved
in the woods massacre.

Darmody. Why do I
know that name?

He's Thompson's lackey, sir.
We tried to recruit him.

Right. Yes.

Given as how the local sheriff
is Thompson's brother,

the level of cooperation
I'm likely to receive here

necessitates my handling
this arrest myself.

What arrest?

Darmody, sir. For murder.

Easy, laddy-buck. You sit tight

till I speak with Bodine in
the US Attorney's office.

When will that be, sir?

Get some rest. Go
home and see Rose.

I'll call you in a few days.

I'll be right here, sir.

Go home, Nelson. Visit your wife.
That's an order.

And good job.

(DOOR OPENS)

Jimmy.

Close the door.

Have a seat.

Your pal from the woods,

he's dead.

Good.

That'll keep him quiet.

He already talked. He
fingered you to the Feds.

That's impossible.

How would he even
know who I was?

The other one,

Carbone.

NUCKY: Did he call you by name?

(SIGHS)

When you were 10
years old, 11 maybe,

I don't know if you'll
even remember this,

President Taft came to town,
some campaign speech.

You were in the crowd.

I suppose you were
with your dad.

But you turned to me and said,

"Nuck, what's a fella gotta
do to become president?"

I said, "Well, you gotta study",

"learn everything you
can about the world"

"and do a lot of hard work."

And you looked up at me
in disbelief and said,

"Gee, is that all?"

I used to think you'd
own the world one day.

You were like that kid

in the Alger story, Raggy Dick.

You did everything right.

And then...

Nuck.

Nuck, I'll do whatever you want.

What you'll do is leave.

Leave Atlantic City?

You're through here, kid.

Where am I supposed to go?

I hear California's nice.
Maybe Chaplin needs a foil.

I've got a kid to feed, Eli.

And I got eight,

which is why I think before
I go off half-cocked.

What, you're gonna
lecture me now?

If it was up to me, it
wouldn't stop with a lecture.

Take this money,

give it to your wife.

I want you to know, Nuck,

I never meant to hurt you.

What are you gonna do,
cry, big war hero?

Good luck, James.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I wonder sometimes,
if it was me,

would you be half
as understanding?

I have a right to know
where you're going.

I told you, I can't
talk about it, okay?

No, it's not okay. You're
a grown man with a child.

Am I?

What?

Why are you fighting?

We're not fighting, sweetie.

Tommy, buddy, go play inside.

So that's it? You're
just leaving?

You seemed to be okay
with it last time.

What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?

(TOMMY CHATTERING)

- What?
- What?

Your shoulders are bare,
that look on your face.

I thought you'd like it.

I would have.

Plenty of fellas at the front had
pictures of their sweethearts.

How would I have known
where to send it?

Hmm?

Not a letter in almost
two years, Jimmy.

I thought you were dead.

The baby yesterday, we went
down to the Boardwalk.

He's awfully friendly
with that photographer.

He's three years old. He's
friendly with everyone.

Did you fuck him
while I was gone?

Jimmy.

'Cause I will go back there
and I will fucking kill him.

What's wrong with you?

This man, his wife,
they're lovely people.

They befriended me and your
son when we had no one.

There was my mother.

You don't know what it
was like being alone,

not knowing whether you
were dead or alive.

Just as I get used to living without
you, you show up out of nowhere.

What did you expect?

I don't know!

For things to be normal?

Things were barely normal
before you left, Jimmy.

We hardly even knew each other.

Well, you know me
a lot better now.

- Make sure them labels are on straight.
- MAN: That's right.

No glue running off the sides.

Bring the Packard around.

Let me get one of them.

The roast tastes good.

(WOMAN CRYING)

This boy's not 20 years old.

It's a tragedy, Chalky.

Is that what it is?

This goes no further than
here, you understand me?

You talk to these people.

It's an election year, Chalky.

The last thing we
need is a race war.

Do you understand me?

For the time being.

What happened is

this man was cheating
with another fella's wife

and the fella shot him.

That's what it looks like to me.

50%.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(RAPID GUNFIRE ECHOING)

(MAN PLEADING IN GERMAN)

(EXPLOSION ECHOING)

(GIRL SPEAKING GERMAN)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(GIRL SPEAKING GERMAN)

CONDUCTOR: Broadway Limited
going to Chicago, Illinois.

Broadway Limited going
to Chicago, Illinois.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(FUNERAL MARCH PLAYING)