Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 2, Episode 6 - The Age of Reason - full transcript

Nucky:You made a deal
with Frank Hague.

It's just politics.

I'll make it up to you when
I'm in the White House.

Senator, the only chance you
have of entering the White House

is on a guided tour.

I wanna give you
a son, Nelson.

You're carrying a child.
That is a sacred charge from the Lord

and a financial agreement between us.

(Slams)

I hear you're acquainted
with Mr. George Remus.

I'm acquainted with a lot of people.



A few weeks back, I spot him driving
with another fella to a bar.

It was
a bootlegging operation.

There's concern about
the recent setbacks.

You lost $70,000 of our money.

You gonna drum me out
of your yacht club?

It's high time learned
something about respect.

I need to know how this will work.

The U.S. attorney here

presents a motion
to transfer to federal court.

The department
of justice determines

it's simply not worth the time and
resources to prosecute your case.

I need a port to land some cargo.

I have an import
operation in Montauk.

- What about Philadelphia?
- We'd have to cut in Waxey Gordon.



- I'm listening.
- My 20% includes men

to oversee the operation.

You got liquor,
we got money.

We do 100 cases a week, build
our business from there.

Let's stick it right up
Waxey's tuchus.

Did you hear someone screaming?

I heard you out here.

You should get back to bed.

- Oh! - I'm gonna teach
you something now.

- Ah! Who the hell are you?
- A soldier.

No!
(Muffled screams)

(Theme music playing)

(Music playing)

Lucy: Pick up some lemons

on your way home from work,
would you?

You want lemons.

I can't get comfortable.

Agent Clarkson is in a hospital bed

with third-degree burns
over most of his body.

I would venture to say he
can't get comfortable either.

I'm sorry, daddy.

It's just ate

I want to be done with this.

I will pick up lemons.

(Door closes)

Father Brennan:
All human beings sin.

We try and we try,
but still we make mistakes.

So how can we avoid
the fires of hell

if we can't stop sinning?

We've been over this, dear.

Say sorry?

What else?
Before that.

You have to confess your sins.

Then you say you're sorry.

He knows.

Father Brennan:
When you misbehave, Teddy,

when you sass your parents
or laugh in church,

you're like the cruel Jews
and evil soldiers

who taunted Jesus when
he was on the cross.

Now, Jesus never complains,
of course.

He can take it.
But Jesus's father--

you know who that is, Teddy?

- God.
- Very good.

He doesn't like it when we sin.

It makes him very angry.
And when God is angry,

where does he think
about sending us?

We need to wrap this up, Ed.

This is our last meeting
before his first confession.

It's important to set
a good example.

I'm pretty confident that
between the three of us

we can save his soul.

I'll be in the car.

- Father Brennan: You are now seven
years old. (Door closes)

Thus you have attained
the age of reason,

meaning you know the difference
between right and wrong.

After age seven, God doesn't
just watch over us, does he?

What else does he do?

He judges us?

He judges us.

(Rhythmic tapping)

Stop that, Teddy.

Make sure he's prepared
to list his sins

honestly and thoroughly tomorrow.

You also, for your own confession.

I must confess as well?

It really is about
setting an example.

May it please the court,
my name is Charles Thorogood,

representing the people
of the United States.

We're here today,
seeking a transfer

of the election-rigging case
against Enoch Thompson--

what are you wearing there?

- Your honor?
- On your feet.

Shoes, your honor.

Green.

Very demonstrative.

Your honor, I'm here today
seeking a transfer

of the election-rigging case
against Enoch Thompson

from state to federal court.

As it has been brought
to our attention--

by the press in fact,

as opposed to the state's attorney

as would have been proper--

the charges against Mr. Thompson now
include the transportation of women

across state lines
for immoral purpose,

in violation of the white
slave traffic act, section 2,

also known as the Mann act.

I know what it is, counselor.

What I don't know is how it
relates to election rigging.

- If I may, your honor--
- You may not.

Charles: The defendant Mr.Thompson

is accused of paying
these women

to coerce potential voters

by employing their feminine wiles.

- Sex, intercourse.
- Yes.

And given the high-profile
nature of this case,

we think it appropriate
that the federal government

take over what the good state
of New Jersey has begun.

That way we may prosecute Mr. Thompson

to the full extent of the law.

I'm inclined to agree
with you, Mr. Thorogood.

Charles:
Thank you, your honor.

(Music playing)

You got Daniel in there?

- Pardon?
- The lion's den.

My boys love that one.

It's for my nephew.

He's making his first confession.

Oh. Very nice.
Very nice.

- You a churchgoing man?
- Oh, I never miss a week.

Shiloh baptist
over on arctic.

(Phone ringing)

Have a blessed week.

George Remus calling.

George, hearing your
name a lot lately.

Calling to say thanks.

Remus wasn't expecting any favors
coming his way from Atlantic City.

If you're talking about whatever
deal you worked out with Jess Smith,

let's just say I was
helping both of us.

We reached an agreement.

Now Remus can buy
his liquor permits

straight from the source,
as often as he needs to.

Sounds like you're rolling in it.

(Chuckles)
More like floating.

Do you know what Remus
is doing right now?

I'm sure I can't imagine.

Getting ready for a dip
in his indoor swimming pool.

- Lavish. - Even better than having
the ocean outside your door.

Then when can I expect a finder's fee?

(Laughing)
What for?

The recommendation to Smith.

Wow...
You haven't changed.

George,

is the irony lost on you
that you operate in Ohio

but didn't know anyone from Harding's
administration until I stepped up?

You know what Remus
doesn't like about you?

- The nickel and diming.
- Jesus Christ!

You're still squawking
about the phone charges?

You come to Cincinnati, you're not
handed a bill for the maid service.

Why the fuck would anyone
ever go to Cincinnati?

Remus finds you petty
and resentful.

Well, Remus can
go fuck himself.

"I am indebted to my
father for living,

but to my teacher
for living well."

Alexander, The Great.

Son of a king.

Like you, dear.

A king who's very proud
of his heir.

And my teacher--

What about him?

Nucky?

He's always thinking ahead.

This ploy with the Attorney General...

- You sound impressed.
- It's a clever move.

I wouldn't have thought of it.

I'm sorry, Louis,
but give the man his due.

- No no. - Easy darling, easy.
It's time for your medicine.

- Langston.
- God damn it.

Tough old bird, that one.

I thought he was
talking about you, ma.

I'm glad you're keeping your chin up
through all this.

I've been through
bigger scrapes.

But you were taking orders
then, not giving them.

The business with Jackson
Parkhurst-- was that necessary?

You would have to ask
the men responsible.

I'd be lying if I said
that many tears were shed,

but you've alienated
some powerful allies.

We don't care for what
you're implying, Leander.

I'd like to talk to your son...

Privately.

Jimmy:
It's all right, mom.

I know you'll tell me everything.

(Kissing)

That's just something she does.

I can't fault you for boldness,

but not every insult
requires a response.

How would you
have handled it?

Your father, when we first met--

this was a long time ago--
he had many virtues,

but prudence was not one of them.

It caused him some difficulty.

Nucky was different.

From the start, he was thinking
about something bigger--

a machine that made
everyone pay.

And what he accomplished
was impressive.

I don't see you at his fundraisers.

That doesn't stop me
from admiring his skill.

What's so hard about putting
the squeeze on somebody?

Are you finding it easy?

No? Then don't be
so quick to judge.

I've started something,
Mr. Whitlock.

I'm going to see it
through no matter what.

I'd rather hear that
you wanted to win.

Isn't that what I just said?

(Sighs)

(Music playing)

(Plate clinking)

(Groaning)

Oh.

(Crying)

(cork pops) - Charles: Only my
third time before a judge

you believe that?

And it was nifty, I tell you,

just like my old man said it'd be.

Oh, your dad's a lawyer?

(Laughs)
Of course he's a lawyer.

- Don't you know my old man?
- Can't say as I do.

He must know my old man, huh?

Operator:
Connecting you now, sir.

- Harry: Nucky!
- Harry!

You sound happy.
Are you happy?

Life is grand.
I'm a federal defendant.

So now you owe me one.

Actually, now we're even.

Or we will be once skippy
here tanks the case.

- Chip.
- Glad to have helped, Nuck.

- Tell him I said thanks.
- Jess says thanks for the intro to Remus.

That's a big fish right there.

Well, watch he doesn't
scuttle the ship.

Not with me at the helm.

Take care of the boy, Nuck.

Me and his pop go way back.

- So I gather.
- Congratulations, Nucky.

Your boss says
to take care of you.

- What's your pleasure, counselor?
- What do you think?

I'm a red-blooded American boy.

Order him up so apple pie.

Cherry's more my style.

A la mode, if you catch my meaning.

I don't actually, but Mr. Kessler

will set you up in a suite.

Ja, I understand.
You want schlampen.

Yeah, if schlampen
means a nice redhead...

(Teddy giggling)

Oh, where do you want
this sack of potatoes, miss?

(Katy laughs)
Oh, anywhere will be fine.

There you go.

Now run along now before
she cooks you up.

(Laughing)

Is there anything else
I can help you with, ma'am?

That will be all.
Thank you.

You're looking fetching today.

Why thank you,
Mr. Sleater.

Right, duty calls.

Katy, might I have
a word, please?

Of course, ma'am.

I can't help but notice
you and Mr. Sleater.

Yes, ma'am?

There seems to be
quite an attraction.

He is very handsome.

But it's more than that, isn't it?

I don't know what you mean, ma'am.

Don't be coy, Katy.
It doesn't suit you.

Your behavior,
yours and his--

there are children
in this house

as you're well aware.

(Baby coos)

You can go in now.

Jesus Christ.

I wasn't exaggerating, sir.

- How is he still alive?
- He loves the lord, sir.

Well, it seems that's a pretty
one-sided relationship.

When you blaspheme in this room,

you insult agent Clarkson.

Even the doctors,
men of science,

agree that his fate rests
in God's hands, not theirs.

O lord,

one who loves you
is gravely injured.

We beseech you:

Mend his flesh.
Make him whole.

You breathed life
into Lazarus,

- touched the leper--
- (Gasping)

- Sawicki: Should I get the doc?
(Clarkson groans)

You-- you--

I see you.

I know--

I know what you did.

Elliot: What's he saying?

I'll get the doctor.

(Crackling)

(Music playing)

Nucky: Run it down so everyone's
on the same page.

Tomorrow night,
2:00 A.M.

The weather's fair so we'll get
as close to shore as possible.

We got speedboats, over a dozen.

The whole pickup will
take less than an hour.

And we're safe from the coast guard?

I don't want a repeat of last time.

Mr. Gordon has given
us his assurances.

Waxey.
And yes, we're safe.

That's what you're paying me for.

Was beginning to wonder.

Once they make shore in Philly,

the goods are loaded onto
trucks by Waxey's men.

Chayem here will supervise,
then his fellas'll get youse

safe to the border
of Atlantic City.

To the border?

For 20% they should be
taking us all the way.

Waxey: Youse are broads now?

We gotta walk you home?

A kiss goodnight
would be nice.

- Sure, with a lead fuckin' pipe.
- Charlie.

Waxey: No one's gonna
give you no trouble.

They do, they gotta answer to me.

And I'll be expecting
ya'll round about 5:00.

And make damn sure
you flash them lights

'cause I ain't taking
no more chances.

(Music playing)
(Groaning)

(Sighs)

Hey, kid!

Can you get your mom?

- (Loud music playing)
- (Faint) Can you get your mom, please?

Please!

Please!

Please!

(Crying)

(Music blaring)

Man: The latest wireless
radio receiver.

Yes, sir.
Come come.

Come on.

Come on. You, sir.
Come on over.

You, sir.
How about you, madam?

Wireless.

Look at that.

There's music everywhere suddenly.

We should get one.

It would be really nice for Tommy.

We could introduce
him to the classics

without having to spend
a fortune on records.

I also read that the immigrants

are using it to learn English.

It was in the newspaper.

They can sit in their own living
rooms and repeat whatever they--

what was that for?

I guess the music got to me.

(Phone ringing)

- Rose: Hello?
- Hello, dear.

Nelson, it's nearly 11:00 P.M.

One of my officers,

Agent clarkson--
you met him--

he's been very badly hurt.

Oh my.

It-- it happened
some time ago.

There was an explosion, a still.

- I should have been there.
- Nelson, no.

There are things
you don't know, Rose,

about me,
about this job.

- I'm not fit--
- Nelson,

you aren't responsible
for the evils in the world.

You're the one trying
to make it a better place.

Nelson? Nelson!

I want you to know--

it's important that you know

that everything I have done

is because I love you.

Nelson, you're frightening me.

I have sinned, Rose,

and a good and decent man
has burned for those sins.

- Listen to me-- -It's all right, dear.
I've made my peace.

I'm neither fit for you nor
am I fit to wear this badge.

- Nelson--
- I love you.

(Moaning)

(Grunts)

(Sighs)

Do you not find me attractive?

What?

Of course I do.

We just made love, Margaret.

Sometimes it feels like
you're elsewhere.

I'm nowhere else.
I'm right here.

What's on your mind?

I've been told I need
to make a confession.

What? By who?

Father Brennan.

In preparation for
Teddy's communion.

Every shoe salesman thinks
you need a new pair of boots.

He says it's to set an example.

What do you plan to say?

That's between me and God, isn't it?

Yes, and father Brennan.

- He's a priest.
- Which means what?

That there is a sacred trust.

You put a lot more faith
in people than I do.

Faith is the point entirely, isn't it?

- Where are you going?
- To the bathroom.

How catholic are you?

I beg your pardon?

You're not seriously planning on
divulging anything sensitive?

- Like what?
- Like our shared history,

the details of which we'd
both be wise to forget.

If you're feeling guilty,

I suggest you take that up
with a priest yourself.

(Waves crashing)

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

There's a man on the phone.

He says he's calling you back.

- Who is it?
- It sounded like "onion."

I don't like onions.

Hello?

Boychik, you left a message.

Munya!

Hey, hold on a minute.

Go with your mother, pal.

(Muffled) But I've got
food in my mouth.

Take it in the other room.

Let's go in the living room.

- What the fuck are you trying
to pull, Manny? - Pull?

I'm not the one who screwed you
in a business deal, Boychik.

Last night on the boardwalk ,
I saw a friend of yours.

Which friend?

You really want to play this game?

I don't play games,
Mr. Darmody.

There are any number of corpses
that will attest to that.

Now either you can
tell me who you saw,

or quit wasting
my fucking time.

Your friend-- Herman was his name.

I met him at your shop.

He was coming out of the Ritz

with Waxey Gordon
and Nucky Thompson.

And you're sure about this?

I'm positive.

- Did he see you?
- No.

I'll ask you one more time, Boychik--

you're certain it was
Chayem with Waxey?

The fella from your shop, yes.

Let me ring you back.

(Knocking)

Mrs. Thompson,
good morning.

Good morning.

What happened there?

I spilled some cornflakes.

Is Katy not here?

She took the children to the market.

Selling them, are you?
(Chuckles)

It's Mrs.Schroeder.

Ma'am?

When you came in,

you addressed me
as Mrs. Thompson.

My apologies.
I forgot your situation...

Which is entirely none of my business.

Katy told me you spoke.

- Did she? - What happened,
ma'am, was completely my fault.

This is your home and I
need to show respect.

You need to respect Katy.

I do, ma'am.
She's a lovely girl.

Are you in the habit of toying
with women, Mr. Sleater?

(Laughs)

Well, I wouldn't call it a habit.

Let me help you with that.

Don't we have a girl for that?

She's out with the children.

I'm late.

Here, let me.

Always happy to be of
service, Mrs. Schroeder.

(Sniffles)

(Groans)

Aah!

Ooh.

It's called a fez.
(Laughs)

You can ask him at the dinner.

Senator Edge would like a word.

Listen, Bill, I gotta run.

- Harry Daugherty.
- Walter!

- What brings you to Washington?
- (Laughs)

Have a minute for the great
state of New Jersey?

Always, senator.

I ran into your old
pal Charlie Forbes.

- Ah, good old Charlie.
- Indeed.

He tells me you have Harding's ear

on this bureau of veterans affairs.

A worthy endeavor, wouldn't you say?

Might even benefit a few veterans.

- How do you mean?
- Oh, come on, Harry.

There are crooks, then
there's Charlie Forbes.

He's a veteran himself, Walter.

So was Benedict Arnold.

Forgive my prying, senator,

but since when are you concerned
about veterans' affairs?

Well, it's not me so much
as my constituents,

one of whom is urging me
to launch a subcommittee

to investigate this matter.

I see.

And this constituent,

does he have any other
matters that concern him?

He does, now that you mention it.

Nucky Thompson.

He hates the son of a bitch.
(Laughing)

And it has come to his attention
that you have appointed

a less-than-enthusiastic
prosecutor to his case.

And if I appointed one who took
Nucky's case more seriously...

Then I'm sure my interest in how you
and your cronies plan to plunder

the veterans bureau
would wane accordingly.

Hmm.

I didn't want to do this for a living.

People see the apron,
they make assumptions.

16 years old, I saw
Emma Thomashefsky on stage--

the Arch street theater.

Was I in love?

What do you think?

Stage-struck.

Put money on it.

My father, he wouldn't hear a word.

Regrets?
Who has time?

Here we go.

- You remember Herman.
- Jesus, Manny.

Hey, not in my shop, Boychik.

Try down the road.

You dragged me up here for this?

I invited you to hear
from the horse's mouth.

Look who's come, Herman--

another friend from Atlantic City.

Help me, please.

Herman, what's he going to do for you?

This is our problem, yours and mine.

Herman-- since he was
in knee-highs I know him,

but then he got an idea in his head.

Tell him what it was.

- Tell him what it was!
- (Whimpering)

Waxey Gordon.

He goes to work
for Waxey Gordon.

And from that pisher
he takes money to spy on me.

A person like that--

honestly, I don't
understand how he thinks.

What was Waxey doing
at the Ritz?

You're being addressed.

- Meeting Nucky Thompson.
(Blade sharpening)

About what?

It's all right, you can tell me.

Ships coming in.

- When?
- Tonight, 2:00,

from Bill McCoy.

Tell him where.

Hog Island boatyard.

Right here in Philly.

- (Whimpering)
- (Sighs)

What does Nucky
need Gordon for?

Come on, Herman.

Protection.

What do you know,
Boychik?

They're scared of us.

Us?

What's more valuable
than information?

And here you get it for free.

Well, I'm not doing this.

- Manny: Well, I can't touch him.
- Why not?

He's injured.
That makes him treif.

What?
We all got to live by rules.

Unless you're feeling squeamish.

Hold this.

(Whimpering)

(Panicked breathing)

- Shh.
- (Gurgling)

(Organ playing)

(Organ continues)

Don't be nervous, dear.

- Stop, I'm sitting here!
- (Boys fussing)

Bless me father, for I have sinned.

It has been many years
since my last confession.

- How many?
- Four, I think.

Emily was an infant.

Why has it been so long?

The children, life.

What have you to tell me?

Forgive me, father, but
I've really nothing to say.

- You have no sins?
- Of course I do.

I just...

When you sin, my child,

you fracture your
relationship with God.

Tell me honestly
what burdens you.

Search your soul so that
i may heal that fracture.

There is a man, father, in my life.

And he's bad.

I know he is in my heart.

But still, I'm drawn
to him somehow.

Physically, you mean.

Yes, impurely in my thoughts.

This man-- he provides
for you and your children?

No.
He provides nothing.

I hardly know him, in fact.

He works for my-- my family.

"Don't be upset"?

Are you fucking kidding me?

I feel terrible, Nucky,
but there's nothing I can do.

Edge wants the kid replaced
with a real prosecutor.

You're the Attorney General,
Harry.

Since when does a no-name
senator grab you by the balls?

Since the -name senator
threatens an investigation.

What's to investigate?

You've been in office
less than three months.

There are things in the
works I can't discuss.

- So who is it?
- Who's what?

- The prosecutor.
- I haven't decided yet.

Well, make it someone
I can work with, will you?

Well, I sent you the Thorogood kid,
didn't I?

A lot of help that was.

It's not my fault you have enemies.

My ass is on the line here, Harry.

Well, so is mine, Nucky.
So is mine.

(Music playing)
(Both laughing)

Oh. Oh yeah.

Oh. That's it, baby.

Drill for oil.

Ladies, get your things!

- What the hell is this? - Mr. Thompson
wishes you to leave immediately.

(Laughing)

If-- if this is some kinda
gag, it's not one bit funny.

- There is no gag.
- Five minutes.

Nice shoes.

♪ Professor Brown, M.D., a big composer, he ♪
(Lucy groaning)

♪ Tried vainly to think out
a brand-new melody ♪

♪ then he got
an inspiration ♪

♪ played it
with a wild elation ♪

- ♪ he strummed it,he drummed it...♪
(Crying out)

♪ Then he started to write,
he started to write... ♪

(Crying out)
♪ yes, he started to write ♪

♪ yes, he started
to write the scale ♪

♪ do re mi fa ♪

♪ so la ti do ♪

♪ when you hear
that simple raggy refrain ♪

♪ that lilting strain ♪

♪ you simply play and swing
and dance and sing ♪

♪ well, when you hear
that simple raggy refrain ♪

♪ you feel insane,
it burns your brain ♪

♪ do mi la so ♪

♪ fa mi re do... ♪

(Yelling)

(Baby crying)

Nelson, where have you been?

The chapel, sir.

Has he spoken again?

They've wired his family in Montana.

He's a good man, sir.

An honest man.

It should be me in that bed.

- Stop it, Nelson.
- It's true, sir.

I have something
I need to tell you.

- I--
- Clarkson: I see you.

- I know.
- Hush now.

- Relax.
- I see you.

- I know.
- Elliot: Why is
he saying that?

- He's delirious. Pay no attention.
- I see you.

He's been saying
that to everyone.

Clarkson:
I see you.

I know what you did.

Come out of there.

I know that you're hiding.

It's not fair.

You ate the pie.

I'll tell ma.

I'll tell ma.

I need to leave, sir.

You wanted a word in private?

- No, it's not necessary.
- He doesn't have much longer, sir.

(Plate cracks)

Lucy?

- (Baby coos)
- I--

I brought lemons.

I did it all myself.

It's a girl.

I'll get a doctor.

(Tire pops)

The fuck happened?

Coffee break.
The fuck you think?

Tire blew.

We hit a nail or something.

They ain't paying us
enough for this shit.

That ain't no fucking nail--

(gunfire)

(Gunfire stops)

Jimmy:
Drop your weapons!

Throw your guns out
and no one gets hurt!

Darmody?

- Who's there?
- It's Lucky!

- Identify yourself!
- It's Luciano, God damn it!

You know these fellas?

All right, come out then.

How we know you ain't
gonna shoot us?

I'm not gonna shoot you.

(Clicks)

(Mouths)

The fuck are you doing?

- We're making a delivery.
- For Nucky Thompson?

He cut a deal with Rothstein

to import his liquor
through Philly.

Under the auspices
of Waxey Gordon.

And you fellas are the muscle?

I don't fucking believe this.

All this is for Nucky?

- Chalky White's back in business.
- Jesus Christ.

What do you wanna do?

If I may.

This could be an
opportunity, gentlemen.

The fuck you talking about?

We have spoken to you
about partnering up.

Heroin-- better opportunities.

That's right.

So why kill each other over a
few trucks' worth of liquor?

You work with Waxey Gordon.
The man's a piece of shit.

Not every insult
requires a response.

A hundred grand there,
Boychik,

five of which is mine.

So they'll advance us.

Sure.

You can't kill
everyone, Manny.

It's not good business.

Look, so we let you go,

you deliver the load
to Chalky.

Nucky Thompson
is none the wiser.

And then what?

And then we meet up
separately

and we figure a way to take it all.

It's kismet, gentlemen.

Rothstein, Nucky--

their time is passed.

Waxey Gordon's ain't.

Eh, let us worry
about Waxey.

Leave the car.
You ride with me.

It's a good thing, fellas.

You'll see.

Let's go.

(Car departs)

- She's in the bedroom.
- (Baby cooing)

She has a slight fever.

Rose.

I'll get out of your way, doctor.

What are you doing here?

On the phone you sounded distraught.

I caught the first train I could.

Agent Sawicki
gave me the address.

- Rose-- - Of course now I can see
what was really worrying you.

I did this for us.

That child is for you.

I--

Don't touch me!
Don't you touch me!

Don't you touch me!

Rose, Rose!

Rose, please.
Get ahold of yourself.

Aah!

(Door slams)

(Music playing)

(Baby crying)

♪ It seems so long ago ♪

♪ although
'twas only yesterday ♪

♪ when just... ♪
- Stand nice and tall.

Hold the candle
in your left hand.

♪ Our lives should part
for aye ♪

♪ with faith
so strong... ♪

So I trust your soul is pure?

Your confession.

Yes, I'm sure it is.

♪ What would I give
could I but live... ♪

What did you end up saying?

♪ The days
that might have been! ♪

I'll pull the car around front.

♪ Turn back
the universe... ♪

Nothing that need concern you.

♪ And give me
yesterday... ♪

Look at him.
How dear.

Another little soldier
in God's army.

♪ That hold ♪

♪ life's golden ray ♪

♪ turn back ♪

♪ the universe... ♪
- Hold still.

♪ And give me ♪

♪ yesterday! ♪

♪ Professor Brown, M.D. ♪

♪ he's a marvelous success,
i see ♪

♪ I don't think
they'll find out ♪

♪ how this tune
came to me ♪

♪ until someone's
diagnosed it ♪

♪ they will think
that I've composed it ♪

♪ but no no,
it's not so ♪

♪ I simply have ragged ♪
♪ I simply have ragged ♪

♪ yes, I simply have ragged
the scale ♪

♪ do re mi fa ♪

♪ so la ti do ♪

♪ when you hear
that simple raggy refrain ♪

♪ you'll sing when you hear
that simple raggy refrain ♪

♪ you feel insane,
it burns your brain ♪

♪ do mi la so ♪

♪ fa mi re do ♪