Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 1, Episode 9 - Belle Femme - full transcript

LOLLY: It's crazy.

While it's happening, you don't
think you'll ever forget it.

Then once it's over, you
can barely recall a thing.

But it's them, right?

You're sure these are the
guys who held you up?

- Absolutely.
- These three definitely.

This is the little prick
who spit in my face.

HALLORAN: The
D'Alessio brothers,

a family of dagos out of Philly.

Second-story men who
graduated to stick ups.

They robbed Bookbinder's
in '17, the restaurant.



Killed two customers, shot
a waiter in the face.

- Jesus Christ.
- Little bastard called me fat.

ELI: They're fucking
killers, George.

Sounds to me like
you got off easy.

Why, sure. I was just...

I need to talk to my brother.

Feel better. Eh?

These fucking guineas,

they're desperados, Nuck.

We gotta track 'em down and squash
'em before they spill more blood.

It's not just blood I'm worried about.
It's ink.

You see the paper today?

June doesn't like to upset me.

Fletcher, this reformer
running for Mayor,



he gave an interview
alleging corruption in

both the mayor's and
the Sheriff's office.

He mentioned me by name?

"Has Mayor Bacharach
even questioned"

"what Sheriff Eli Thompson was doing
at an illegal casino at 3:00 a. M?"

So I was there. So what?

How's he know I wasn't
answering a call?

Because he knows, Eli.
Everybody does.

It just never made
the paper before.

Fuck 'em.

Let them write what they want.

The election, Eli.

We gotta keep the tide
flowing in our direction.

I'll get out then, press the
flesh, drum up some support.

What about your spleen? Dr.
Surran says you should rest.

How do you rest your spleen?

MAN 1: Come on, Grant. MAN
2: That water was cold.

MAN 1: Let us tell the ladies.
That was amazing!

Way out there.

(ALL CHATTERING)

MAN 2: That sounds good. MAN
1: Who's hungry? I'm buying.

Do you believe in love at
first sight, Mrs. Schroeder?

- It's a rather romantic notion.
- It happened to me the day I saw Warren.

Senator Harding?

I was 16,

and he was the handsomest
man I'd ever met.

Of course, he
wasn't Senator yet.

He ran the newspaper
back in Marion.

Houdini's brother?
His name is Hardeen.

And when I first heard "Harding," I
thought it was him running for President.

He loves me

and he loves his baby daughter.

But America needs him

and so I have to sacrifice.

- Marguerite. Good morning.
- Madame Jeunet.

This is a friend of
mine, Miss Nan Britton.

She needs a few outfits
for the season.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

We exist to oblige.

Maryska.

Maryska!

See the mademoiselle
to the dressing room.

This way.

A cow waiting to be milked.

The Polish girl. No
grace, no charm.

Well, I imagine she's
still learning.

A head like a cabbage.

But she will work for pennies.

You see what I am reduced to?

Is business slow, ma'am?

My dear Marguerite,

how you have blossomed.

Mr. Thompson is quite
generous with his attentions.

He does treat me well.

The finest things for the finest
ladies, as it must be here.

But the cost is very high,

and then on top, I must pay.

- Pay whom?
- Mr. Thompson, of course.

You mean the city.

I am told, now I
must pay double.

Everyone must.

I have saved nothing, Marguerite.
All to run the shop.

I am a woman alone.

You understand this.

Can you not speak
with your alderman?

You can speak for me

to the man who gives
you his attention.

I wouldn't know what to say.

Say that he is handsome,

how happy he makes you,

and how can you buy the things
that make you pretty for him

if there is no Belle Femme?

Help me, Marguerite.

You have power you
do not suspect.

(DOOR OPENS)

(ISABELLE GREETS IN FRENCH)

Leave no stone unturned.

You and your men wire every
department from Philly to Pittsburgh.

- You should also write to...
- JIMMY: Nucky.

Jesus. A little notice
would've been nice.

- I sent a telegram.
- We have received nothing.

I will call the Western
Union to complain.

I'd offer you coffee, but it looks
like you've already helped yourself.

In the train the dining
car was out of service.

You haven't been home?

I thought I should
see you first.

Have them send up a steak.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

So you're here.

- I assume you've accepted my offer?
- With conditions.

My friend, Richard Harrow,
you met him in Chicago.

- The man in the iron mask?
- He's a war hero. I'd like him to join me.

What's under there?

He's missing his
cheekbone, his jaw.

Basically the whole left
side of his face is gone.

And he's still alive?

Medicine, huh?

A lot of fellas still alive
probably shouldn't be.

Well, I know a few myself.

- The D'Alessio brothers out of Philly.
- Another condition.

We keep what we discuss
only between us.

Wait outside.

(DOOR CLOSES)

JIMMY: So these are the guys
that robbed the casino?

NUCKY: And O'Neill as well.

Ignacious, Sixtus, Leo.

They're all named after popes.

We'll write the Vatican, see
if they know where they are.

When I find them,

what do you want me to do?

- You need me to spell it out?
- I'd like to hear you say it.

Why?

Politician to the last, huh?

What? You don't say it, you
don't have to deny it later?

Or are you just trying
to kid yourself?

About what?

The fact that you're
a murderer, Nuck.

That is what you want
me to do, right?

Kill them?

Yes.

Even the kid?

(SNIFFS)

I'm gonna go eat my steak.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(WHISTLES)

- Gentlemen.
- AR.

These are the fellas
I told you about.

This is Leo D'Alessio,

- his brother, Ignacious.
- And Mickey Doyle.

An honor, Mr. Rothstein.

- So you've heard of me.
- Naturally.

- Yeah.
- Who ain't, huh?

- And what is it you've heard?
- Good stuff, you know.

ROTHSTEIN: That I'm honest?

That you'll always
get a square deal?

Sure, that's why we're here.

A reputation takes a
lifetime to build

and only seconds to destroy.

- Wow.
- ROTHSTEIN: Rack them, Charlie.

I understand you're interested
in the liquor business.

- We's interested in makin' dough.
- Piles of it.

Eight ball, $500.

You break.

There are two ways to make
money in the alcohol business.

One is to take cheap rotgut
whiskey, dilute it and sell it.

- I was doing good with that myself.
- ROTHSTEIN: That's the stupid way,

in which I have no interest.

There's a growing demand for good
whiskey in the United States.

And I'm not talking about the swill
you stirred up in your chamber pot.

I'm talking about the
best scotch from Britain.

There's a fortune to be
made from importing it.

It'll be the chic thing to have
good whiskey when you have guests

and the rich will vie with
one another to serve it.

I want to set up a business
for importing scotch.

We'll have ships with
crews we can trust,

who'll sail it from the
distilleries in Europe

and unload it outside
the three-mile limit.

All we have to do is
smuggle it ashore.

That's where you mugs come in.

The ports of Atlantic
City are ideal for

distribution to the
entire Eastern Seaboard.

The only problem

is the man who runs that city.

Normally, I'd make a
deal with such a man,

cut him in as a partner,
but I find Nucky Thompson

to be greedy and unreasonable.

Nothing a bullet in
the eye won't fix.

(MICKEY GIGGLES)

If you'll each sign those forms,

I'll take it as your acquiescence
to our new arrangement.

- What are they?
- LUCKY: Life insurance policies.

There's a half a million
on each of you.

ROTHSTEIN: You'll be handling large
amounts of my money, gentlemen.

It's my assurance you
won't chisel me.

Think of it as an incentive

not to screw things up.

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

I'll show you out.

Do you know what the nice thing
is about the Bronx Zoo, Charlie?

There's bars between
you and the monkeys.

- Finally asleep.
- I could've read them some more of this.

You seem to be
enjoying it yourself.

"The wonderful love magnet."

"As long as I carry it, every living
thing I meet will love me dearly."

That would make your election
easier, wouldn't it?

Certainly cheaper.

Is winning expensive?

Not as expensive as losing.

And will Mr. Harding
be President?

That depends. Are you
planning to vote for him?

I've perhaps seen him in not
the most flattering light.

- You mean the girl.
- Her name's Nan.

If we only elected good men,
we'd never have leaders.

If not good, then
what should they be?

Useful. To those
who support them.

I was speaking with
Madame Jeunet today.

Oh?

She says she's going
to lose the shop.

It's a pricey location.

Apparently she's having
trouble with the city.

Then she should talk
to her alderman.

She did. It didn't help.

Maybe there's something the
county treasurer could do.

- Did she ask you to bring this up?
- No.

Then why are we discussing it?

She showed me a kindness and
I thought to return it.

I made her hire you, Margaret.

Kindness didn't come into it.

Then you should recompense her for
the burden you made her carry.

What did she tell you exactly?

Only that the money she pays has increased
and it's more than she can afford.

Then she shouldn't
be doing business in

Atlantic City, because
that's what it costs.

- But if you set the price...
- Margaret, this is not a suitable topic.

I wasn't aware of that.

You're aware now.

Will you not be staying?

I have an early meeting.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I painted this last October.

- She was an actress in the Vaudeville.
- Huh.

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

It's pretty.

This,

there's a lyrical quality.

- It's reminiscent of Mary Cassatt.
- (CLEARS THROAT)

Do you think your friend is visiting soon?
The art dealer?

He's abroad at the moment.
Paris.

MARY: The City of Light.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

(GASPS)

- God damn it. I broke the cork.
- Here.

(CORK POPS)

There.

Oh my! You uncivilized artists.

(LAUGHING)

1918.

That's the year we met you.

All right, save some for
your jealous husband.

(GRUNTS)

Come.

It's okay, darling.
I don't bite.

- I...
- Everyone in Paris is doing it.

(DOOR RATTLING)

JIMMY: Hello?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ange?

Angela, it's me.

ANGELA: Hello?

Jimmy.

It's me.

Why is the door locked?

- We've had intruders in the neighborhood.
- Where's the baby?

He's sleeping.

- Jimmy, my God.
- You're having a party?

They were just visiting.

May I pour you some wine?

I heard that's
against the law now.

(LAUGHS)

Well, it is getting late and you
have that sitting in the morning.

Oh, yes.

ROBERT: A wedding portrait.

Lithuanian couple.

Well, it was nice to
see you, old boy.

Welcome home again.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUSIC ENDS)

(RECORD SCRATCHING)

You should have told
me you were coming.

I did.

Goddamn Western Union!

What are you doing?

I'm kissing you.

Wait. You show up out of nowhere,
not a phone call for months.

Ange, look, I'm home, okay?
For good.

- You're hurting me!
- I missed you.

NELSON: Yes, I will.

Thank you for bringing
this to my attention.

They only had plain ones.

That was Western Union.

They just got a call from
Nucky Thompson's butler

inquiring about a wire
from James Darmody.

They said it was
passed on to you.

- Oh, my God!
- What is the meaning of this?

I have it here.

- I was going to give it to you.
- Then why didn't you?

"Arriving Thursday, 11:00 a.m.
Train."

- That was yesterday.
- I'm sorry, it slipped my mind.

You're either
incompetent or a liar.

I won't stand for it
either way, Agent Sebso.

- We've been so...
- I will not stand for it either way!

Why was this hidden?

Because I'd like to keep my job.

Supervisor Elliot,

he thinks we're being obsessive
about the Hans Schroeder case,

about Nucky Thompson.

We have a witness that can place
Darmody at the scene of the murders.

(SIGHS)

I wasn't thinking.

You kill a snake by cutting
off the head, Agent Sebso.

The supervisor?

Nucky Thompson!

Darmody gives him up,
this entire city,

this Sodom, will be
cleansed all at once.

JIMMY: There's coal in the ground, lumber
in the forests, cattle in the fields.

What sound does the cow make?

- Moo!
- That's right.

You ride that train, you
look out the window,

you don't see anything but
opportunity from coast to coast.

And now he's returned
to this one.

I'm home, Ange, where I belong.

When you feel like showing up.

I had business out West.

I told you, that's
all taken care of.

- So now what?
- Now our prospects are looking up.

- Nucky made me an offer.
- Assistant Clerk?

Let's just say that we're out
of this dump in no time flat.

Marven Gardens, those
beach houses on Ventnor.

How does that sound?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Okay. Okay.

- Sweetie, come here.
- JIMMY: Yeah, just keep him there.

Bye.

- Mush!
- No, no mush today. Eggs.

- Who was that?
- It was my mother.

I got to go see her.
Come on, champ.

- What are you doing?
- I'm making more coffee.

(MATCH STRIKES)

(STOVE LIGHTS)

(WATER POURING)

Let's have another baby.

What do you say? You want
a little brother, champ?

- Yeah!
- Yeah?

Then it's settled.

Your stomach is growling.

- Are you hungry?
- I wouldn't mind eating you for lunch.

Maybe for dessert.

(DOOR OPENS)

Got any coffee left?

I can manage that.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RECORD)

- Fuck!
- I wasn't sure if you took cream.

It's not there, dear.

- You fucking twat.
- Hey!

That's my mother
you're talking to.

My apologies.

So you're Luciano.

My mother told me
a lot about you.

We're very close, Charles.

Plus we have a mutual
friend in Chicago.

Al Capone?

- Says hello.
- That's a lot of baloney.

Capone's no pal of mine.

You're right. Actually
he didn't say hello. He

said I should blow your
fucking brains out.

I'd consider it a great
favor if you didn't.

Get dressed. We're
gonna take a ride.

- To where?
- Someplace they won't find you.

JIMMY: Come on, move it.

It don't gotta be
like this, you know?

Tell Nucky I'll talk to AR,
call off the D'Alessios.

- What?
- We'll cut him in.

- There's plenty to go around for every...
- Drop the gun! Now.

(LUCKY LAUGHING)

James Darmody,
you're under arrest.

What are you smiling at?

You fellas.

- Youse are a sight for sore eyes.
- Hands on the wall.

Fuck.

Mid-July and they're all
over the place already.

How am I supposed to
compete with this guy?

That's the spirit, Mr. Mayor.

I want these placards taken down. Any
shop that posts one gets a $25 fine.

- Can we do that?
- We can do whatever we want.

- When's Eli coming back?
- Stitches opened up.

Doc Surran said this'll probably
set him back another month.

It gets better and
better, doesn't it?

He's left a big void,
I'll tell you that.

He's not dead, Halloran.

I know, but the men, the other deputies,
they're gonna need some guidance.

Schedules, assignments,
that kind of thing.

Can't Eli handle that?

Not in the state he's in.

What are you trying to say?

That I think I
should be in charge.

Oh, you do?

I've got the most experience and
the other fellas look up to me.

- Fine, you're acting Sheriff.
- Really?

- Should I reconsider?
- No. No.

No.

Thanks, Nucky.

I know we've had our differences, but I
want you to know that I'm here for you,

now and in November.

What does that mean?

Have you thought
about the future?

It certainly sounds
like you have.

In regards to Eli, I mean.

The election's right around the
corner and he's hurt, weak.

The reformers are
alleging corruption.

I mean, you've seen the
articles yourself, right?

All I'm saying is that I'm at
your service should you need.

JIMMY: I was at the picture show.
NELSON: Which one?

- Wagon Tracks.
- What was the plot?

Are you sure you want
me to ruin the ending?

- We can do this all day, Mr. Darmody.
- It feels like we already have been.

You're proposing that on the
night of January 17, 1920,

you were in a moving picture show
from 7:00 p.m. Until 11:30 p. M?

That's right.

The running time of the
film is only 78 minutes.

I fell asleep.

You have a child out of wedlock.

Is his mother not fit to marry?

That's none of your business.

What's the name of the William S.
Hart character in the movie?

- Buckskin? Buck-something.
- You're not sure?

We're engaged. We're
going to be married.

Your aim at making her
a respectable woman.

(LAUGHS)

How do you know Hans Schroeder?

I don't know Hans Schroeder.

Mrs. Schroeder? Margaret?

I don't know these people.

Lucy Danziger, she's a
dancer at Ziegfeld Follies.

- You know her?
- It's Nucky's girlfriend.

Then what is the relationship between Mr.
Thompson and Mrs. Schroeder?

You want to know who Nucky
Thompson is fucking,

why don't you ask him?

(PAPER RUSTLING)

This shipment of alcohol that Mr.
Thompson sold to Arnold Rothstein,

the shipment that was being transported
the night of January 17th.

Wagon Tracks.

- How do you know Al?
- I don't know any Al.

From Chicago?

You've got it all
mixed up, Officer.

Did Mr. Thompson have
Hans Schroeder murdered

because he's in love
with Schroeder's wife?

The men in the woods,
how many did you kill?

I went to the movies, I fell asleep, I
got up, I walked home, I went to bed.

You wanna charge me? Charge me.

I've got nothing else to say.

I thought you might
find some satisfaction

in living long enough to see
your son grow into a man.

- You don't got anything on me.
- Don't I?

(SNIFFS)

Billy?

- Jimmy?
- Jesus Christ!

They were gonna send me
up the river, Jimmy.

- What did you say to them, Billy?
- Fucking Rahway.

- What'd you tell them?
- Jimmy!

- Billy, what'd you say to...
- Jimmy!

Fuck!

NUCKY: The old days,
it was different.

You could count on people
to vote the party line.

Now these Democrats come
along, make big promises.

And you're concerned.

Enough not to take
anything for granted.

I wish there was a
way I could help.

There is.

You can help us get
the women's vote.

Shouldn't you wait until the
amendment actually passes?

I'm an eternal optimist.

Speak to your friends.

The Temperance League, other
women's organizations.

I'm not much of an orator.

I've seen you speak.

You comport yourself very well.

When was that?

At my birthday
with Senator Edge.

Oh. That was merely banter.

He's a United States senator and
you wiped the floor with him.

Seriously, would you be willing
to speak on behalf of the party?

- I suppose so, but...
- But what?

Do you not wish
me to dress well?

What do you mean?

Do you not wish me
to look attractive?

Of course I do. I mean you
are, whatever you're wearing.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- KESSLER: Nucky, you have a call.
- All right.

Madame Jeunet knows
what suits me.

She knows how to
make me look pretty.

She's the only one I trust.

That's why you want her
to stay in business?

Why didn't you just say
that in the first place?

I didn't want you to
know how selfish I was.

I never hold that
against anyone.

Hello?

Today?

- Thank you.
- 10 minutes.

Did you talk to Angela?

She's aware of the situation.

D'Alessios, they're being backed
by Rothstein and Luciano.

From the horse's mouth. Luciano spilled
it to me before I was arrested.

Can you bail me out?

Five counts of murder.
There is no bail.

- Would you get me a lawyer at least?
- For what?

You know, to talk to.
To plan a strategy.

It's a waste of money.

Then,

call my dad.

Can't he help?

Your dad? Are you that nervous?

This kid, Billy Winslow,
he's gonna testify, Nuck.

So I've heard.

So, I'm staying here? Is
that what you're saying?

You said you were going
to take care of this.

I am. All I'm saying is the legal
system's not your ticket to freedom.

Yes, I'm still on the line, operator.
Thank you.

- Sir.
- Nelson, I was at a command meeting.

What's the hubbub?

We've arrested James
Darmody, sir.

What? When?

Last night. He
returned from Chicago.

Did he talk?

No, but he's aware we
have his accomplice.

Either way, the road
leads to Thompson.

Wonderful, Nelson. Terrific.

It's a real shot in the
arm for the bureau.

Thank you for your
confidence, sir.

Keep up the good work.

- What did he say?
- He was pleased, very much so.

Congratulations, sir.

I didn't do it alone.

I'm sorry about the telegram.

That was very foolish of me.

It was, but people
make mistakes.

A man needs to have the
courage of his convictions.

I knew we'd get
Darmody eventually.

You were right.

Hmm.

This witness, Billy Winslow,

you think it's safe
to keep him here?

What'd you have in mind?

Move him North pending trial?

Federal jail in Manhattan maybe?

Keep him out of
Thompson's reach.

(COMMODORE COUGHING)

Jesus Christ! Will you
see a doctor already?

LOUANNE: Stubborn as a mule.

Shut up and get him a drink.

I'm fine, thank you.

(COUGHING)

You look like shit.

(SIGHS)

When your time comes, you just
have to accept your situation.

Are we talking about you or me?

This Fletcher and these
fucking Democrats.

And your Sheriff is out
of commission now, too?

(CHUCKLES)

It's not so easy, is it?

Nice that you can
still find joy.

Five years in jail.
Can you blame me?

One of us had to go.
You knew that.

- I had no choice.
- Neither did I.

Which is why we made a deal, so let's
put it to bed where it belongs.

We're in trouble.

Mayor Bacharach, he's
weak and losing ground.

(DOG WHINING)

Even the fucking dog is sick.

Well, what do you
have on Fletcher?

Nothing. He's clean.

- What does he want?
- He wants to be mayor.

(LAUGHS)

Fucking Boy Scout.

(COMMODORE SIGHS)

Well, replace him.

- What do you mean?
- Bacharach. Run somebody else for mayor.

People want change,
give it to them.

Or at least pretend
to give it to them.

What do I do about Eli?

Replace him, too.

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

You son of a bitch.

I'm dying.

There's no time to
be sentimental.

I still can't decide.

On you, every dress
is a joy to behold.

They're all so plain.

I'll need something special
to wear to the inaugural.

After Warren is sworn in.

I think for now, though, just
something to wear around town.

I do so love this.

Mademoiselle's taste
is excellent.

- How much is it?
- $480.

I'll try the yellow
one on again.

Yes, ma'am?

You have rescued me.

(THANKS IN FRENCH)

I'm glad I could help.

The first day you came
here, to myself I say,

"This is a lady of
taste and judgment."

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

You told me I smelled.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

- You said I needed to bathe more often.
- No.

I was as useless as the
Polish girl until now.

No, no.

My English, still
sometimes I misspeak.

I am grateful, Marguerite,

very grateful.

For your little one.

Ivory.

For her beautiful hair.

My daughter didn't help
you, Madame Jeunet.

I did.

(DOOR OPENS)

(LAUGHS)

I just had to try it on.

It is beautiful, isn't it?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Smell that air, the salt?

I'd like to live by
the ocean someday.

I have a cousin, a rich kid.

Took the grand tour,
sailed all over the world.

But he puked the entire way.

(LAUGHS)

Seasickness.

I gotta piss. You need to go?

I'll stretch my legs.

You shouldn't have done that.

- Done what?
- Try to lunge for my weapon.

- What are you talking about?
- You lunged at me.

Tried to commandeer my gun.

- What?
- That's why I killed you.

(GRUNTS)

I spoke to my friend,
the art dealer.

He's not interested,
unfortunately.

But you seemed so optimistic.

Well, he's staying in Europe.

- Did he say why?
- His response was in a wire.

Surely with your husband home
your financial burden has eased.

- You'll have other chances.
- When?

I'll make some
inquiries, but honestly,

your style is a rather cheap
imitation of Mary Cassatt's.

SOPHIE TUCKER: I was in the
woods with my boyfriend Ernie.

He said to me, "It's dark out here.
I wish I had a lantern."

I said, "Me, too."

"You've been munching on the
grass for the past 10 minutes!"

(ALL LAUGHING)

"Speaking of that," he said,

"How come you never tell me
when you reach a climax?"

"Well, Ernie," I said,

"It's because you're never
around when it happens."

NUCKY: There's nothing wrong
with being an opportunist.

In fact, it's a trait I admire.

The steel pier, the
boulevard project.

You were Johnny-on-the-spot
with those.

A good Christian, family man,

- well-liked in the community.
- Very impressive.

- What are you looking for?
- The other shoe.

Right now I'd like to sing a
little number for you called

Some of These Days.

(BAND PLAYING)

Perhaps Mrs. Bader would
like a better view.

Have I told you how beautiful
you look in that dress?

It was a gift from
Madame Jeunet.

(SINGING SOME OF THESE DAYS)

So, I'm assuming you didn't ask
me here to sing my praises.

Of course not, Edward.
I can't sing a note.

How'd you like to be mayor?

With you as boss?

I'd have more authority
as street-sweeper.

But a lot more time to run
your construction business.

It's time for a change, Ed, and
you're a solid Republican.

- What about Bacharach?
- Mayor Bacharach is ill.

- He will not be seeking re-election.
- What's wrong with him?

I'll make my diagnosis as
soon as I have your answer.

- I have to discuss it with Kathryn.
- Be decisive, Ed.

Roads, hospitals,
convention center.

We can build great
things together.

Of course we'll have to add a
ball field onto that list.

1920.

The world belongs to the young.

NUCKY: We'll let
them think it does.

Mayor Edward Bader.

You roll that around
on your tongue.

I'll be in touch.

Stand back, ladies and gentlemen,
or face the wrath of Mambo!

- Hah!
- (WOMEN GASPING)

Tribal chieftain of the Zulu. From
the dark continent of Africa!

Raised among lions and
every bit as fierce,

the Zulu have a thirst
for human blood!

Pity the poor souls
unfortunate enough

to spend the last
of their days...

We'll need to stop
by The Ambassador.

I told Jim Neary we'd
meet him for a nightcap.

It's rather late, isn't it?

- MAN: Hi, Nuck.
- Evening.

Nucky?

Nucky Thompson!

- (KESSLER SHOUTS)
- (GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

KESSLER: You filthy bastard!

Come here! Come here!

Stop, stop!

Is there a cop? Get a cop!

WOMAN 1: He went that way!

WOMAN 2: Call an ambulance!

KESSLER: Oh, my God!

Missus, are you all right?

MAN 1: Help!

MAN 2: Is she dead?

(SOME OF THESE DAYS PLAYING)