Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 2, Episode 11 - Under God's Power She Flourishes - full transcript

I wanted to serve my country.

You know who dies for
their country, kid?

Rubes, that's who.

You know why he enlisted?

'Cause he couldn't
hack it at Princeton.

Jumped through hoops
to get him in there.

He runs away, joins the army?

- Accept Jesus as your savior!
- (Coughs, splashes)

Woman: Oh Jesus.

It's heroin. You can
sniff it or inject it.

Get a few samples
out to the locals.



How about getting this
out to the locals?

- Van Alden: When did this come?
- Yesterday.

I am to receive all
correspondence

from Mrs. Van Alden immediately.

(Abigail cries)

Spinal polio. The paralysis
will most likely be permanent.

- What do we do now?
- Measure Emily for braces

- and hope for the best.
- Are you looking for a miracle?

- I am.
- What is this?

A donation. I want
to be free of it.

It's a weight on me, father...
on my soul.

- Why'd you marry me, Jimmy?
- Because I love you.

But it isn't true.

What can you tell us
about a Hans Schroeder?



In your file it says that Nucky
Thompson ordered Schroeder murdered.

I have no doubt whatsoever.

Let's bring him in.

At my house you come arrest me?

My professional courtesies don't
extend to murder suspects.

This alcohol needs to be sold.

- Where?
- I propose

we split up and sell it
in our respective towns.

- This is my town!
- Philly then.

I wouldn't go there if I was you.
On account of Manny Horvitz?

Jimmy: You take Philly.
I'll head north.

(Muffled scream)

- Where's Darmody?
- He isn't here.

Your husband did this to you.

(Sighs)

(Theme music playing)

Jimmy.

Jimmy?

- Jimmy, I have to leave.
- Hmm?

I'm sorry.

Was I dreaming?

We're in Princeton.

Don't go.

I'm supposed to work breakfast.

Let 'em starve.

Uhh.

I drew you.

Is that really what
my ear looks like?

- Woman: Hello, Calvin. How are you?
- I'm good. How are you?

- Woman: I'm good.
- Mrs. Krakauer.

Oh...

My mother's coming
in this afternoon.

She "needs" to see me.

- I'll keep out of your hair.
- No no, you should meet her.

You think it's a good idea?

Yeah, she'll love you.

(Knocks)

- Jimmy: Cal.
- You owe me your life.

Krakauer was up here snooping.

She heard something. I
said it was just me

reciting Robert
service to myself.

It makes me sad 'cause
you actually do.

Next time we go back to
using your car. Please?

Well, the thing is,
that wasn't my car.

It's the second
door on the left.

I hate you.

Hey, one more thing.

- I'll see you tonight?
- Maybe.

Maybe?

How come you and not me?

Fallon: As cookies go,

this Esther Randolph's
strictly vinegar.

And the judge?

I was giving the signals.

- He wasn't responding.
- Signal harder.

Any harder he'll
nail me for bribery.

Then we'll both
need new lawyers.

Randolph's betting big
on the capital case.

She wants you in the noose
for Hans Schroeder.

And the deputy... Halloran?

He'll say you gave the order
and they let him walk.

- What about Eli?
- Not talking.

- To the feds?
- To us.

And just so you
know, I'm innocent.

I wouldn't have taken
your case otherwise.

- What else?
- They're putting the prohi on the stand.

Van Alden? The man's a bigamist.

No, he's an adulterer, with a
child by your former mistress.

Let's not have the jury
even start wondering

whose ox is being gored there.

But he is a treasury agent. And
depending on your leanings...

You need to dust under
my eyelids, Harlan?

- No sir, Mr. Thompson.
- Then that's all for now.

How bad is this?

I'm not a naysayer,

but a prudent man

might want to get his
finances in order.

Make it a scotch.

Was I not clear?

Yes sir.

Then what?

You kept me working
these past weeks.

- With the strike and all...
- You don't need to thank me.

No sir.

But I belong to the
Shiloh baptist church...

I appreciate your prayers.
Now if you don't mind?

Yes sir.

What is it you want to say?

Well, about a year ago

the Deacon held our annual
week of miracles...

Prayers, baptisms and such

for anyone inclined
to accept the savior.

Your agent Van Alden
show up one afternoon

with the other lawman.

And?

He drowned that fella

in front of us all.

Harlan, is it?

- (Humming)
- (Stirring)

Van Alden: Good morning.

Good morning to you.
Breakfast soon.

Abigail is asleep?

Ja ja. Babies always
are sleeping.

- Here is the coffee.
- Thank you.

(Speaks Dutch)

- I don't understand.
- "How are you?" You are Dutch, no?

No.

I'm from upstate New York.

And your mama and papa?

Do you go to them to visit?

They don't enjoy my company.

How can this be?

My parents were followers

of reverend Edgartin Sterry,

who prophesied the
second coming in 1892.

I was not yet even born then.

Hmm.

In anticipation of judgment day,

my father gave away our farm.

We lived in a tent,

penniless, for an entire year

waiting for the lord to return

cloaked in fire and glory.

This did not happen.

My father never got over it.

And somehow the mere fact
of my ongoing existence

is more than he can bear.

He will still come.

Jesus.

Doesn't that worry you?

You are a good man, Mr.
Van Alden.

There's nothing to
be frightened of.

Well, young lady,

would you like to give it a try?

Go on, dear.

How does it feel?

Rubbery.

We're going to let go of you.

But we're right here.

- (Gasps)
- That's a good start.

You were standing straight up.

- Wasn't she, father?
- Right there with the best of them.

Look what I have.

- What do you say?
- Thank you.

I'm going to talk to your
mother for a minute. All right?

She'll need to develop strength
in her arms and torso,

find her balance. Might be
a little rough at first.

She'll be strongly tempted
to go back to crawling.

But we're not gonna let
her do that, are we?

We are not.

She's going to do fine.

I'll get her signed out.

You just have to put your leg
through the hole there...

You held up Emily. The
lord will hold up you.

She needs to learn
to support herself.

A man once was invited to
visit both heaven and hell.

First he went to hell, where
all the tormented souls

were sitting at tables
laden with food,

yet they were starving

and howling with hunger.

Each soul had a spoon, but
the spoons were so long

that they couldn't get
them into their mouths.

Their frustration
was their torment.

And in heaven?

In heaven, to his amazement,

the man found the
souls of the blessed

sitting at similar
tables laden with food,

but they were all
fed and contented.

Each had a spoon and the spoons were
just as long as the spoons in hell,

but they were able to
eat all they needed

because they were
feeding each other.

Your donation was put
toward the construction

of the new parish hall.

I'm glad to hear it.

We have enough for the
walls and the floor.

Now we're praying for a roof.

I cado something more.

That's not what I
was asking for.

Emily: Two cups of milk

with two spoonfuls of sugar.

- Man: Okay, let's go.
- (Gulls cawing)

Okay... And right.

Man: Do you know where
your son was last night?

He was attending
to his business.

Which is?

Why are you here?

It's a double homicide, ma'am.

Why are you here?

I specifically asked
for sheriff Thompson.

The sheriff's unavailable.

Well, you'll need
to talk to him,

instead of hinting
at accusations.

I'm just trying to get
the facts straight.

The facts are these:

My son's wife was being
intimate with another woman.

I highly doubt if it
was the first time.

An intruder broke in,

killed them both.

- Man: All right, we got 'em.
- (Ambulance departs)

You're an associate of Mr.
Darmody's?

Yes.

Do you know his whereabouts?

He... he's...

Can't you see this
man is a simpleton?

He's just someone that
my son is charitable to.

He doesn't know anything.

Do you?

Uh...

We'll let you know when
you can claim the body.

Thank you for your sympathy.

Were you able to reach him?

He wouldn't answer the phone.

Well, he needs to come home.

People will get the wrong idea.

Will you excuse me, please?

(Waves crashing)

Jimmy: "My father prov'd
himself a gentleman",

sold all's land, and,
like a fortunate fellow

died ere the money was spent.

"You brought me up at..."

Padua.

"Padua, where I protest,"

for want of means...

I have been fain to heel
my tutor's stockings,

at least seven years;

conspiring with a beard,

"made me a graduate..."

(Chuckles)

"And shall I, having
a path so open"

to my preferment,

"still retain your milk
in my pale forehead?"

To which his mother replies:

"O that I had never borne thee."

So... nasty little scene.

What's Webster on about here?

Mr. Carruthers?

The way to graduate from college
is to bribe someone, sir.

- (Laughter) - That may
be so in your case.

But think more broadly.
Mr. Lebarron?

It's a corrupt society,

so you can't help but
be corrupt in it?

The jacobeans loved to
depict Italy like this.

Women are bald-faced whores

and men are lustful panderers.
All very entertaining,

but what's the scene about?

His mother taught him things
that aren't of any use.

Everybody around him
is getting rich.

And he can feel it
like he's hungry,

like he can taste it.

Sounds persuasive to me.

Good.

All right, next week "the
revenger's tragedy."

Uh, I can't make class next week, Mr.
Pearson.

S.A.T.C. is out on maneuvers.

Taking your
soldiering seriously.

We're headed for war, aren't we?

He just likes the uniform.

It's called patriotism!

I guess you don't know
anything about that.

- The kaiser never hurt me.
- My brother died on the Lusitania.

- I didn't know that, Tom.
- Then you might apologize.

Sure I do. I...

I'm so sorry.

All right, gentlemen,
we've averted a duel.

"The revenger's tragedy."

Read tourneur.

Mr. Darmody.

Can you stay for a minute?

You won't win that way
with fellas like that.

I know.

That was stupid of me.

Then why did you say it?

Where I come from,

people sorta come out swinging.

- Where is that?
- Atlantic City.

Are you going back there?
After you graduate?

It's what I'm supposed to do.

According to whom?

Mr. Thompson.

He's my... guardian.

- And my mother.
- Princeton man?

Mr. Thompson? No.

But he knows people.

And he's footing the bill here?

As long as I don't screw up.

Is that what you
think you're doing?

I don't know, sir.

Am I?

Sharpe, Lebarron,

they'll do fine

no matter what.

It was all set up for them
the moment they were born.

People like us,

we need to be clever.

Like us?

My father spent 30 years

punching tickets on
the Northern Pacific.

He's proud of me.

Doesn't have a damn
idea what I do.

That's all.

Thank you, Mr. Pearson.

"What! Because we are poor,

shall we be vicious?"

"Pray, what means have you

to keep me from the
galley, or the gallows?"

Webster... Terrific
stuff, isn't it?

I'll see you at the
mixer tonight.

All right. Thank you, sir.

Al: How's it lookin'?

Meyer: We're getting there.

Mickey: Got rid of my
whole share in Philly.

We didn't even have to
go back to New York.

Sold the whole lot in Hoboken.

What do we do with
Jimmy's piece?

Fuck Jimmy.

It's ours now.

He ain't gonna be showing
his mug around here again.

The quiff was my wife, I
woulda done it the same way.

If it was your wife, I
wouldn't blame her.

- He's coming back.
- Seems unlikely.

He didn't ice her.

Then who did?

Manny Horvitz.

Little agitation
between him and Jimmy.

Then it's Jimmy's problem.

Sell this shit and
be done with it.

And when he turns up
lookin' for his dough?

- Pay him out of your share.
- (Luciano chuckles)

My share?

How you figure that?

'Cause you're a mope, that's how.
(Laughs)

And what's left over for me?

- "What's left over for me?"
- Run these numbers.

A.R. holds a half million dollar
policy against your life.

I don't know nothing about that.

I watched you sign it,
you fuckin' snitch.

So how about I put a
slug in your head

and we split the
policy with him?

My share'll be fine.

I thought so.

So they couldn't
bend their arms?

The spoons were too long.

Why couldn't they just

hold them higher
up on the handle?

- You're missing the point!
- I'm trying to understand.

These... these parables,
they make no sense.

You're the man
with all the boats

and the lifeguard popping up.

- It's completely different.
- How?

That story

is about helping yourself

with whatever's
at your disposal.

Do you not believe
in any higher power?

The federal government
comes to mind.

I don't know, okay?

But I do know what I don't believe
in, and that's divine retribution.

What about the evidence?

It's not evidence, Margaret.
It's coincidence.

- Emily: Mommy!
- Yes dear?

I need to go potty.

Holler when you're done.

Thank you, officer.

Well? What do they have?

Deputy Halloran's deposition.

I'd like you to read it,

tell me what you think.

He says I murdered
Hans Schroeder?

Yes.

Then I don't need to read it.

It's a pile of horshit.

- Why would he implicate you?
- Halloran was appointed sheriff...

Temporarily...

While I recuperated
from a gunshot wound.

He wanted it to be permanent.

So he fingers you for a murder.

Plus this riot shit.

He takes a shot from some darkie in
the line of duty and it's my fault?

That was an unfortunate
occurrence.

I had nothing to do with it.

- I'm here to help you, Eli.
- Then get me bail.

You're a flight risk.
They won't even...

Where am I gonna go?

This is my town!

Miss Randolph is positing

that your brother ordered you
to murder Hans Schroeder.

I don't take orders
from anybody.

Eli, if you're
willing to cooperate

and testify that you committed
the murder at Nucky's behest...

Well then, Randolph is
willing to spare your life.

My life?

Meaning she won't argue
for the electric chair.

(Train horn blaring,
crossing bell ringing)

(Laughing, chattering)

- Hey!
- Oh, here he is.

Sorry I'm late.

So what's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. I
wanted to see you.

Can't I do that?

You're changing so much.

- No I'm not.
- You are.

Mrs. Krakauer told me all
sorts of shocking things.

I stopped by your dormitory.

Mrs. Krakauer's just a busybody.

Hmm, phone calls from women
in the middle of the night.

That was you, ma.

Kissing underfed waitresses.

Her name's Angela.

If that's all you're
up to with her.

She also draws.

So does a chimney.

How's Mr. Gunderman?

Henderson.

Arthur Henderson.

How is he?

He's married, dear.

Married and mortgaged in
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

"Sorry, little squirrel.

I thought girls like
you could tell."

He didn't deserve you, ma.

I had my pleasures.

That's all that matters.

Aren't you gonna open that?

(Pours)

You can have one too, you know.

I'm supposed to write an essay.

(Laughs)

Where do you want this?

In the closet, please.

I can't stand the sight
of an unpacked suitcase.

It makes me think
of lonely salesmen

and bromo seltzer.

You know what I was
thinking on the train?

I can't ever get too sad,

because no matter
what, I have you.

I love you, ma.

Now what are we college
kids gonna do for fun?

(Phone ringing)

How does it happen?

She's a widow in a
three-room bungalow.

He's got the entire
eighth floor of the Ritz.

Lathrop: She went after him.
Why not?

Sets her sight on the big ike,

ensnares him with
her feminine...

Don't say "wiles," Clifford.

Abilities.

Your opinion?

Beg your pardon?

You questioned her.
What's your opinion?

She left no impression on
me one way or the other.

Why aren't we bringing her in?

Type it up.

Randolph: Yes, I need the federal
courthouse on Camden, please.

- Clerk's office.
- ♪ three cheers ♪

- ♪ For old Nassau... ♪
- Thank you.

(Chattering)

Angela!

I thought you weren't coming.

I wasn't going to.

What changed your mind?

My aunt wanted me to
clean out the stove

with borax and a wire brush.
How do I look?

Like you're from Bryn Mawr.

For you.

Did your mother go back?

- Actually she's...
- Gillian: How could I,

without meeting you first?

Ma, this is Angela.
Angela this is my mother.

We're going to kiss.

Of course.

Let me drink you in.

Simple, restrained.

I like it.

- What you have on is lovely.
- Oh.

I never know what to wear.

- Corsage, dear.
- Yes.

It's very difficult
to raise a gentleman.

Yeah, come on, you're
gonna love it.

Do you know all these people?

A few.

Over there, they're
all upperclassmen.

They don't even give you the
time of day unless you're

- in the yacht club...

I'm attaching myself
to both of you.

- Do you know why?
- (Laughs) No.

Because I'm full of anxiety
and socially inept.

(Chuckles) Relax.

Get yourself a drink, Cal.

I've already had one.

What's your next
piece of advice?

You just stay with me, then we'll
both have someone to talk to.

- You're my Roxane.
- (Gillian laughing)

That's from "Cyrano."

(Belches) Uh, I worship you.

My father owns a tire
factory in Dayton.

It's unromantic, but
extremely profitable.

I've had more than one drink.

Nobody would notice.

Angela: Jimmy?

- (Gillian laughing)
- Jimmy.

There's something I
need to tell you.

What? What?

There's something I
need to tell you.

What is it?

I should have said it yesterday.

Guess I didn't have the nerve.

- Anyway I wasn't sure.
- Sure about what?

I'm pregnant.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

Um...

We'll get a place.

And, uh.

It'll be swell.

You'll see. We'll...
we'll be together.

Is this a marriage proposal?

Well, it will make
getting a lease easier.

Jimmy, you hardly know me.

I know you're a good person.

(Crickets chirping)

(Music playing)

- They asleep?
- Yes.

Can I pour you a drink?

No thank you.

What's wrong?

You wanted to talk.

I spoke to Fallon.

Eli will testify against me

to save himself the best he can.

What will he say?

Enough to put me in jail if
miss Randolph does her job.

Let's be honest...

Maybe enough to put
me in the chair.

What I have, my money,

can be seized.

But I can hide it, make sure it's
helping the people who matter to me.

Why is that important to you?

How can I talk to you
when you're like this?

It's a sincere question.

You think I don't care
what happens to you?

I think you need to believe

that something good could
come out of all this,

that would save you somehow.
And I wish it could.

What the hell kind of nonsense
is Brennan putting in your head?

They're not his thoughts.
They're mine.

There's roughly 160,000 acres,

most of it held in a company

that Ed Bader's brother
is president of.

But all the voting stock...
Are you listening?

Yes.

The voting stock belongs to me.

I've instructed bill
Fallon to draw up papers

transferring it all into
your name exclusively.

At a future point you can move
it to another corporation...

(Music playing)

Which I'll form
in another state.

We can sell the land at a
profit and use that money to...

(Distant party noises)

You coming back inside?

Just getting some air.

(Huffs)

Ma?

I thought we were just flirting.

(Sighs)

- Hold this.
- What are you doing?

- Mr. Darmody.
- What'd you do to my mother?

- I'm sorry, what?
- My mother... what'd you do to her?

- That was your mother?
- Did you touch her?

- Really? I thought she was...
- You thought she was what?

Let's just say

your life is pretty
jacobean all by itself.

- Get up.
- Don't be an ass.

- You heard me. Get up, Mr. Pearson.
- All right.

All right.

Look. There's no sense
in winding yourself up

to do something stupid.

I will apologize in a convincingly
chivalrous fashion...

Walk away... now.

- I'll pretend this didn't happen.
- It is happening.

(Grunting)

(Knocks)

- (Wings flutter)
- "Mixelslaw"?

Mieczyslaw.

Your note was rather cryptic.

To keep it on the hush.

Sit.

No thank you.

Please.

I don't like the way you loom.

What do you have for
me, mizzleslav?

This particular
situation I'm in,

I gave it my best.

Basically I put the whole
operation together

and what do I get?

A poke up the ass.

Painful.

I'll say. Now we're
gonna sit down...

Me, Capone,

Luciano and the Jew kid.

- We're gonna divvy up the money.
- What about Darmody?

- Did a bunk.
- Where?

Not my concern.

I mean he's lucky I'm a
forgiving person, right?

Considering.

Anyhow...

There's gonna be a lotta
green on the table.

See what I'm saying?

You're suggesting that
federal agents intervene.

I am suggesting that, yes.

For what in return?

Half back this way.

How much are we talking about?

Two... (Soft giggle)

Okay, 300 grand.

150 in your pocket.

A lot better than the envelope
you've been getting, huh?

So?

I'd prefer not to.

Yeah?

What?

- I'd prefer not to.
- Does that mean no?

What does that mean?

Don't contact me again
under any circumstances.

Hey. Hey!

- You're gonna fuck me over?
- (Door slams)

- (Wings flutter)
- 'Cause that's not how I think.

(Laughs) Oh.

Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't.

How much did you drink, ma?

What's in that bottle?

- Mmm.
- (Laughs)

Nothing.

Then a lot, I guess.

Oh, you have blood
on your shirt.

Let me rinse it.

Come on.

- Let me...
- I got it.

(Sighs) How badly
did you hurt him?

- How badly?
- Enough to get me expelled.

No!

No. Nucky'll fix it.
He can fix it.

- You'll see.
- Why did you come here, ma?

Oh baby.

I'm just the loneliest
person on earth.

Do you love that skinny girl?

I don't know.

No.

I don't know.

Then promise me

you won't do anything stupid.

Let's get those shoes off
and get you into bed.

Come on.

That's what I would
say to you...

- Come on.
- When you were little.

Oh, your shirt.

I'll do it later.

- Whoa... Jesus!
- (Giggling)

- Whoops.
- (Crossing bell ringing)

- Arms up.
- Oh, yes sir.

All right.

- Okay. Oh...
- Jesus.

Now into bed.

- I hate for you to see me like this.
- (Chuckles)

Tomorrow you won't
remember any of it.

I always remember everything,

no matter what.

You okay?

I'm spinning a little.

Just try and let
yourself breathe, ma.

You know how to take care of me.

I've been doing it
for long enough.

When you were little...

(Distant train whistle blowing)

I used to lie in bed with you,

curled up.

It would be very quiet.

I'd think,

"there's no one else
in all the world."

There's only you

- "and me."
- (Train whistle blowing)

Good night, ma.

I love you.

There's nothing's wrong, baby.

There's nothing wrong
with any of it.

(Birds chirping)

(Distant train whistle blowing)

(Car passing by)

(Horn blows, car backfires)

- Left right left! Left!
- (Bugle playing)

Left! Left right left!

Left left, left right left!

Left left, left right left!

Left left...

Man: Your enlistment is a contract
with the United States army.

And there are serious
consequences if you break it.

Is that a commitment you're
prepared to make, son?

I wouldn't be here
otherwise, sir.

You haven't listed next of kin.

Both mother and father are gone.

Is there anyone else you'd
like us to contact?

Angela lanotti.

- She's my fiancee.
- What's her address?

Why are you enlisting, son?

Frankly, sir, because I'd
like to stick a bayonet

straight through
the kaiser's guts.

What for?

I lost a brother
on the Lusitania.

Sorry. I didn't
know you were here.

Just peckish is all.

It won't disturb me.

It's... it's chafing her here.

She can't feel it,
of course, so...

May I?

A little rough grommet here.

Could do with a bit
of smoothing out.

I'm a dab hand at
rigging things,

but whatever suits you.

Yes. Thank you.

(Scraping)

Do you think about me?

'Cause I think about you.

- Then you should stop.
- And what if I can't?

Then I'll pray for you to
find the strength to do so.

Well, that'd mean you were
thinking about me, wouldn't it?

(Music playing)

Gillian: James.

Are you there, James?

James!

You have a son and a
business waiting for you.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

I understand.

It's been days now.

You need to come home
and show the world

you have nothing to hide.

(Snorting)

(Sobbing)

(Phone ringing)

Randolph: Agent van Alden.

This is Mr. Fallon... Mr.
Thompson's new attorney.

How are you this fine day, sir?

And I believe you may
already have met

Deacon Lemuel Cuffy.

Agent sir.

Couple of things to show you.

These were your former
partner's, I believe.

Agent Sebso?

Do you recognize these?

"It is joy for the
just to do judgment."

- Hands straight in front of

you and take a... - (Shouts)

- Did something...
- No!

- Randolph: Clifford!
- Jesus!

(Music playing)

Drinking alone?

Drinking at all?

- Let me get a glass and...
- I've been subpoenaed.

Ignore it.

That's all?

Fallon can handle it.

That's what I'm paying him for.

Yesterday you were convinced

you were going to jail.

Well, today I'm feeling
better about things.

It turns out agent Van Alden

is not a credible witness.

And your brother?

Blood is thicker than water.
I'll think of something.

- We began in sin...
- I do not want to hear about...

We began in sin. We'll end in it

unless we change.

The beginning's over.

The end hasn't come yet.

All I care about is now.

Then look what's happening now!

What's happening now is
you talking rubbish.

You're wrong.

I have never been so sure
of anything in my life.

Emily was stricken
with a disease...

And I am culpable.

How?

I've stolen

and cheated and deceived.

And now I am being
punished for those sins,

as are the ones I love.

Who did you steal from?

My family.

My employer.

You.

Who did you deceive?

Anyone who thinks I'm good.

And who have you cheated on?

Well?

Say it.

I have...

I live with the man

who had the father of
my children murdered.

Really?

- When did I do that?
- You said...

That he deserved it. And
whatever you think I did...

You're lying to me
and to yourself!

Whatever misguided martyrdom
you're contemplating...

I can't go on pretending...

While I'm breaking
my back providing...

That I'm not being
called to account!

Are you actually talking
about testifying?

- (Gasps)
- Have you lost your mind?

Let go of me.

I will not.

You listen. If you want
to punish yourself

because your daughter got
sick, that's your business,

but I will not permit
you to sacrifice me.

"Won't permit"?

And if you don't think
I'm good as my word,

you don't know me at all.

Is that understood?

Will you strike me now?

I have given you everything.

(Music playing)

Gillian: We'll have to
have a funeral, of course.

It's important that
everything look right.

There won't be many
people anyway.

She didn't have a very
wide circle, did she?

The poor girl.

The other one...

She wasn't local. They're
looking for some family.

Not our concern.

We'll need to consider Tommy.

"I told him," mommy went
away for a few days...

"To paint." Well, that
buys us a little time.

I think...

Tell me I'm wrong...

We'll say

she went to live with
her friends in Paris

and she wants her little
boy to stay here,

where she knows he'll be safe

with his daddy who
works so hard,

and his mima

who loves him so very much.

And you know what?

A month from now...

And I don't mean
to sound cold...

He won't even
remember who she...

- (gasps)
- I'll remember!

I'll remember. I'll remember.

- (Gagging)
- I'll remember.

I'll remember.

(Screams)

- Ha!
- (Wheezing)

(Commodore shouts)

Gillian: No!

(Spear clanks)

(Sobs)

Then finish it, God damn you.

Finish it.

(All scream)

♪ "Go feather your nest" ♪

♪ The whole world is saying ♪

♪ "Go feather your nest." ♪

- (Music playing)
- (Clock ticking)

(Clock chiming)

Angela: Jimmy?

Jimmy.

- Jimmy, I have to leave.
- (Clock chimes)

Gillian: There's daddy.

You see? He didn't go anywhere.

Hey, pal.

I had a bad dream.

Me too.

But everything's gonna be fine.

Where's mama?

I'm here, baby.

You don't have to
worry about anything.

(Sighs)

What you did...

You didn't mean it.

I know you couldn't.

We don't ever have
to mention it again.

It's all going to be better now.

I hope you're able to see that.

One day soon he won't be
a little boy anymore.

It happens,

just like that.

I'll put him to bed.

And I'll be upstairs.

(Music playing)

♪ There are times when
you'll feel sad and blue ♪

♪ When you feel that way,
stop and think awhile ♪

♪ Just make believe and smile ♪

♪ Make believe you are glad ♪

♪ When you're sorry ♪

♪ Sunshine will
follow the rain ♪

♪ When things go wrong ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ Soon they'll be right again ♪