Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 2, Episode 8 - Two Boats and a Lifeguard - full transcript

I got 10,000 black folk
who make this city hum.

Meaning what exactly?

You go school these crackers,
lest you all find out.

- Come July fourth, all y'all...
- What about my husband?

My son is dead.

You take a bite off
everyone else's plate,

Don't give nothing back
'cept a christmas turkey.

I look at my father now...
he's this frail little man.

When I was a kid,
he was the giant

In "Jack and the beanstalk."
he can't hurt me now.

- Who are you?
- Frieda Short, from downstairs?



Where is... My wife?

She had to pick up some formula.

Led me on a merry chase
these five months.

What are you doing here? That is
my station. This is my office.

And I am the assistant U.S attorney
prosecuting Enoch Thompson.

Jimmy: As of this moment, there's
no limit to what we can bring in.

- How do you propose to handle Nucky?
- He goes to jail.

- Just kill him.
- I'm tellin' you it's not gonna fly.

- What's the big deal?
- He's just another old timer.

I'll call Chicago. We'll
get a paisan on the train.

Luciano: We start
making some real dough.

Make your phone call.

This is a file I've kept on Nucky
Thompson for the past 16 months.

It runs the gamut
from bootlegging



Up to and including murder.

When we're done you'll leave

And we'll not speak a word about it.
Ever.

( Both pant )

( People scream )

I'm a federal agent! United
States department of justice!

Everyone remain calm and
stay where you are.

( Theme music playing )

( Man whistling )

Some fight, huh?

- Which fight?
- Dempsey - Carpentier.

That fight hasn't happened yet.

- ( Dings )
- ( Baby crying )

Daddy eats first.

( Deep moaning )

( Gun cocks )

( Wings flutter )

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

- I've been having trouble sleeping.
- That's not surprising.

- The stigmata.
- ( Chuckles )

Make sure to keep
this protected.

Not many people shaking
it these days.

It's slow all over, I suppose.

It seems you're busy though.

- How's the commodore doing?
- Nucky.

Nucky my ass. When were you planning
to tell me about the stroke?

- There's a doctor-patient privilege.
- Really?

Well, you know what's
another privilege?

The ability to sell
medicinal alcohol.

That license I got you,

The one that puts an extra grand
in your pocket every month?

That's a privilege too, Carl, one
that I could very easily take away.

Nucky, I... I'm sorry.

- ( Footsteps approach )
- Yeah well, next time...

I was wondering, doctor,

When you're done, if you'd
mind checking on Emily.

- Nucky: What's wrong?
- She's warm, no appetite.

Of course.

Don't forget who your
friends are, Carl.

I'll see you next week.

- ( Kids shouting )
- ( Bell rings )

( Boy babbles )

- June: Trying my patience.
- ( Door opens )

That's enough now.

( Door closes )

Come. Come.

Dad, there's some man
here to see you.

- What does he want?
- Sheriff Thompson?

- Yes?
- Who the hell are you?

My name is Dick Halsey. I'm a clerk
with Esther Randolph's office.

- Who?
- The assistant U.S attorney?

- Right. Sure.
- What's the matter?

It's okay, pop. What
can I do for you?

Left several messages
with your office.

Tourist season. We got crowds
of people with conventions.

Sheriff Thompson,
this is a subpoena

Calling for your testimony pursuant
to an ongoing investigation.

- It's a subpoena?
- What kind of horseshit is this?

- Dad?
- You come to my goddamn house?!

- You son of a bitch!
- We could have arrested you, sir.

The subpoena is a
professional courtesy.

- Get the hell out of here!
- What do you want with my son?!

- Hey!
- Grandpa!

- ( Groaning )
- June: Oh dear God.

- Eli!
- Dad!

- Dad.
- ( Phone ringing )

Jimmy: Angela,
pick up the phone!

Jesus. Are you here?!

God damn it!

- Hello.
- Princeton, it's me.

Finally, Jesus.

- Why've you been ducking me?
- ( Chuckles )

I don't owe you money and I sure
as shit ain't scared of you,

So why the hell would
I be duckin' you?

Four messages until you ring me back...
what do you call that?

Busy. So what do you want?

An explanation.

Your friend from Chicago's
in the fucking morgue!

- God rest his soul.
- That's all you've got to say?

I ain't much on eulogies, pal.

Knock off the jokes, Al.

He was supposed to do a job.

Which is somethin' you shoulda
did months ago, like I told you.

That's not the point! You
vouched for this fella

- And now Nucky's still alive?
- Oh, you pointin' fingers now?

That shows a real lack
of character, buddy.

- What the fuck am I supposed...
- Jimmy!

Who's that?

Princeton?

How long you been
standing there?

- How's that?
- Long enough. We're going to the beach.

- Ange!
- The fuck you say?

- Al.
- What's going on?

Look, I gotta go.

Fuck!

- Who was that?
- Darmody,

- Atlantic city.
- What did he want?

Nothing. I don't know.

It's pandemonium over there.

Hmm. I got a meeting with Remus.

There's a shipment comin' in.
Romulus couldn't make it.

Is that his partner?

Let me give you some advice:

I don't know what's goin'
on with you and Darmody...

- John, you got it wrong...
- And I don't really give a shit.

But whatever it is you're doin',
I'll tell you one thing...

Keep me out of it and
don't be fuckin' stupid.

George, how are you?

99.8.

Call me if it spikes, but I
highly doubt that it will.

Something she ate perhaps?

She ran herself ragged
at the lake on Sunday.

There's a bug going around.
Nothing to worry about.

Get the car.

Katy.

Ma'am.

Is he taking his meals here now?

It was just coffee, ma'am.

Take the children
to Lilian, please.

Come on now. Off with you both.

( Sighs ) damn it.

- Where are you going?
- I'm meeting with my attorney.

Can't he come here?

It's with the
federal prosecutor.

I don't like you going out.

Owen won't leave my side.

If you're worried, I'll call Eddie
instead and Owen can stay here.

That won't be necessary.

Can I make you some breakfast?

No thanks, I'll eat
something at the office.

( Phone ringing )

Hello? Yes.

I'm very sorry.

That was June, your
brother's wife.

Your father has died.

Okay.

I'll...

I'll eat something
at the office.

( Cooing )

( Knocks )

Come in.

- Ingrid, is it?
- Sigrid.

- Oh.
- ( Baby fusses )

- I'll take that.
- ( Norwegian accent ) oh, this must be...

Your room is the first
one off the hall,

Where you will also
sleep with the child.

- I'm sure it's quite serviceable.
- The kitchen.

The water closet is in back.

A Victrola for music...

A vv-80, the latest model.

Very nice. I love to sing songs.

Do you have any questions?

What is to be the salary?

Room and board, meals provided,

With an additional
$18 per month.

Ja, that is suitable.

You do understand

It is seven days a week?

I must require some
time to myself.

Sundays, once a month.

But all of the child's meals
will be prepared in advance.

Ja ja, I'm excellent cook.

I prepare for you
some fish stew.

- That won't be necessary.
- Very well.

You'll find everything you
need in the cupboard.

- Her name is what?
- ( Baby crying )

- The baby?
- Abigail.

( Crying stops )

Do you not wish to
kiss her goodbye?

Sweet little abigail,

How your papa loves you.

( Singing in norwegian )

Good work, boy. Good work.

Rothstein: If we
maintain those odds

And he's a late entry?

It's unorthodox yes, but there's
nothing illegal about it.

Said the spider to the fly.

You've been known to spin
webs yourself, my friend.

- A.R.
- Rothstein: Charlie, Meyer.

- Say hello to Max Hirsch.
- Hey, guys.

- Nice to make your acquaintance.
- A pleasure.

- ( Bugle blowing )
- Max trains sidereal.

He's running at Aqueduct
on the fourth of July.

Not yet, he ain't.

We'll continue to talk,
can we agree on that?

You'll talk, I'll listen.

How are you boys making out?

Not great, but it's nice
to get out in the sun.

There are cheaper ways to get
a tan than picking losers.

You're tellin' me. My last
horse is still runnin'.

And what's the word
from Philadelphia?

Business as usual,
near as I can tell.

There's a shipment on
Thursday from Bill McCoy.

Nucky Thompson's still alive,
so until we hear otherwise...

Any idea what happened there?

With Thompson?

Who knows?

- Word is he's got a beef with his brother.
- Really?

I would have thought
James Darmody myself.

Nah, Darmody ain't
got it in him.

Pillow talk, Charlie?

With the mother? I'm
through with that.

( Sniffs )

What's the matter?

Manure.

But what can you expect

When you conduct your
business in a stable?

- ( Hooves pounding )
- ( Crowd cheering )

Tax evasion, bid-rigging,
embezzlement of county funds,

Graft, gambling, prostition,

Various and sundry
Volstead act violations.

- What, no fare-beating?
- We can amend the complaint further.

You're like an onion, mr. Thompson.
The more layers we peel...

I prefer to think of
myself as an artichoke.

And for the record, those
charges are baseless.

There is no record. This is
an informal conversation.

Well, if you're
nudging this chat

In the direction
of a plea deal...

You can save your breath.
I'm innocent, counselor...

Completely and unequivocally.

Shall we discuss your shooting?

I can think of more
pleasant topics.

You're not curious
who'd want you dead?

I'm curious who shot me. Listing who'd
want me dead would take too long.

Do you know a John
Torrio of Chicago?

- No.
- Yes you do.

Then why did you ask?

The shooter's name
was Vito Scalercio.

He lived in a building leased
by Torrio's associate,

- An Alphonse Capone.
- Those closest to you,

your so-called friends?

Apparently they're trying
to kill you, mr. Thompson.

- So go after them.
- Esther: I intend to...

The Sheriff, your
various aldermen.

Some of whom we've already
subpoenaed for questioning.

I'm entitled to see
those transcripts.

Of course you are. Some
fascinating reading.

Mrs. Schroeder... your...?

Companion.

Yes. How did you
two come to meet?

There you go again, asking questions
you already know the answers to.

I might not know as
much as you think.

You want me to do
your job for you?

I do have ways of
showing gratitude.

Speaking of which, it was Mr.
Lathrop here who saved your life.

I believe a thank you
would have been in order.

- ( Cheers )
- Would you stop moving around?

Steady steady.

- Thank you!
- ( Cheering, applauding )

Ahh ahh!

Woman: Watch out! Hold on.

- Man: Can we get down now?
- ( Laughter and chatting )

- Pull it down, sister.
- Beg your pardon?

- Your skirt's too short.
- Too short for what?

It's the law, lady. The
bottom of the skirt

Shall be no higher than seven
inches above the knee.

- They actually measure.
- What kind of town is this?

I'll write you a summons
and you can find out.

Swell. Make it out
to Molly Fletcher.

I take it you're not
from around here?

San Francisco. New in town.

- Not much of a welcome, is it?
- ( Chuckles )

- $10.
- What?!

I don't have that kind of money.

Fine, then you can spend
the night in jail.

- ( Whistle toots )
- ( Laughs )

Come on, you have got
to be kidding me.

- ( Catcalls )
- Matron: Nice.

You're attracting the
beach lizards now.

Oh, let 'em gawk. They're
called knees, fellas.

- What's the trouble?
- She refuses to cover up

and she won't pay the fine.

- Cop: You really want to go to jail?
- Sure, I'm a public menace.

Officer, I'm sorry.
My cousin is a joker.

If you'll let me pay the fine, I'll
be sure to keep her out of trouble.

Gee. You'd do that, cuz?

- That all right with you?
- Suit yourself.

And cover her up.

( Laughs )

- Man: Hey... aw no!
- Man ♪2: Come on.

Sit, dear.

Well, what'd you do that for?

- Angela.
- Louise.

Not Molly?

Molly fletcher's a character
in a novel I'm writing.

Huh.

- Apple cheeks belong to you?
- My son.

- Tommy, say hello to Louise.
- Hi.

Hiya there.

- So you're a novelist?
- I am.

And what do you do

When you're not
squeezing out cherubs?

I'm still trying to decide.

( Laughs )

So now it's my fault?

Success has many fathers, dear.

Failure is an orphan.

( Chuckles )

Munya.

Welcome.

There's the boychik.

- Your lovely wife?
- His mother, actually.

- But thank you.
- Well, such a maiden.

James was right. You're
quite the charmer.

Oh, he's a good boy.

Well, I'll leave you two
gentlemen to your business.

L'chaim.

To the lost.

Hmm.

So?

Nucky Thompson...

Such news I should
read in the paper?

- That's where I read it.
- ( Giggles )

( Chuckles )

Must we pretend with each
other like children?

Why not? You don't miss a
chance to refer to me as a boy.

Because a man honors
his commitments.

I paid you $5,000 for alcohol

- That I never received.
- I don't have it yet.

With a house

Such as this?

My father's, not mine.

Hmm.

A man once,

He comes to my shop with a deer,

Wants me to cut off
the head for $7.

So I offer to butcher
the animal...

Venison steak, sausage,

Rump roast.

Deers are kosher?

I ask on account
of Santy Claus...

With the reindeers.

This man, this farshtinkener
piece of shit,

He's not interested in the meat.

So I ask him how he
come to kill this deer.

And he tells me that his
friend does the shootin',

So that he can have the trophy,

A head to hang on his wall.

For this alone you kill?

To brag to your friends

How you've slain this
beautiful animal?

I've eaten venison, if that's
what you're wondering.

I can see that, boychik.

And that you hid behind papa
when he pulled the trigger.

( Music playing )
♪ day after day ♪

♪ In the fields of yellow corn ♪

♪ No place on earth... ♪

She's asleep.

♪ Than old Virginny ♪

♪ The state where I was born... ♪

I'm sorry about your father.

People die.

Is that all you'll say?

What would you prefer?

It's not that. It's just...

I pretend all day, Margaret.

Must I pretend with you too?

No.

So what's to become of us?

Your meeting with
the prosecutor?

She knows about you,

About us...

( Sighs ) my various
other dealings.

Will you be going to jail then?

I don't know.

Will I?

Of course not. Don't be silly.

You've done nothing
wrong, Margaret.

I'll let nothing happen to you.

Those are two different things.

Is it worth it, all this?

How long can you push your
luck before you're killed?

So I should bow down to
these greedy bastards

Just because they
want what I have?

At the cost of your life, is it
not greed to fight to keep it?

You're alive. We
have each other.

Don't you ever feel as though
God's giving us a sign?

There's a joke

A man's drowning, prays
to God for help.

A lifeguard swims out.
The drowning man says,

"no thanks. God will save me."

A few minutes later
a rowboat comes by

"no thanks. God will save me.
" then a steamship.

"No thanks, God will save me."

Finally the fella
drowns, goes to heaven,

Says "God, why
didn't you save me?"

God says, "for cryin' out loud, I
sent you two boats and a lifeguard."

What the hell did you expect?"

Not even a smile?

I'd be more amused if I
knew you weren't worried.

I'll get through this,
Margaret, you'll see.

We both will.

( Wind chimes ringing )

- You're smoking now?
- Now?

Meaning you didn't smoke before.

( Gulls cawing )

( Lighter flicks )

Why'd you marry me, Jimmy?

Because I love you.

Is that what you tell yourself?

It's what I just told you.

But it isn't true.

I could ask you the
same question.

Because we have a
child together;

It's what society
expected from me;

Because you kept pushing it.

Huh.

That's romantic.

It's honest, Jimmy.

All I'm asking is
the same of you.

I haven't lied to you, Ange.

You haven't told me anything.

You go out, I don't know where.

You come home all hours,

Sometimes days later, with
blood on your clothes.

God knows where you've been,

- What you're doing.
- Selling booze.

So what?

Did you try to have
Nucky Thompson killed?

Yes.

I didn't want to, but I did.

Why would you do such a thing?

The plan was for
him to go to jail.

My father and Eli
approached me last fall.

Nucky would go away

And we would take over.

- You used to love him.
- He's not what he seems, Ange.

It's complicated.

It wasn't supposed
to be like this.

I kept drawing lines for
myself in the sand,

Got further and further
involved and then...

You didn't want him killed,

Yet you went along
with it anyway?

Yes.

What changed your mind?

My mother.

Thank you for talking to me.

( Music playing )

- Hut hut hut hut...
- Man: Company...

( Quiet conversation )

Mr. Thompson. Your
guests are inside.

Fine. I need a favor.

In three minutes or so, the feds are
gonna show up here looking for me.

- I'm being tailed.
- Okay.

You tell 'em I was here, but
then I left with Eddie.

Sure thing.

- Nucky: We expecting an attack?
- They're surplus...

Made for the war. I've got
3,000 of 'em down the cellar.

Who knew your kaiser'd
chicken out so soon?

( Chuckles )

Asshole.

- Nucky.
- Rothstein: Mr. Thompson.

Thank you for coming. I apologize
for the accommodations.

- Rothstein: Better we do this in private.
- How can we help, Nuck?

You can start by getting the
pissants who work for you in line.

Vito Scalercio?

- Never heard of him.
- Well, he shot me, John.

And before the feds shot him, he was
living in a building leased by your boy.

- What?
- Al Capone.

I knew somethin' was up.

The little prick's been talkin'
to your Jimmy Darmody.

- And he came to see me months ago.
- Al did?

No, mr. Darmody,

Offering to sell me liquor.

- Now you're telling me this?
- The day after you were arrested.

In any case, I turned him down.

And Luciano?

Lansky? Can you vouch for them?

That they're not in cahoots with Darmody?
No, I can't.

But I can tell you one
of Waxey Gordon's men

Was killed making your
delivery last month.

A failed hijacking, I was told.

The pups have grown
fangs, gentlemen.

What are you gonna do?

- What would you do, John?
- Kill the prick.

I'm under indictment.
The feds are up my ass.

Then take a plea.
Retire somewhere.

With what? All my money's
tied up with the land deal.

Do nothing.

- I beg your pardon?
- You have no move, mr. Thompson.

- You do nothing.
- He's under attack, Arnold.

All the more reason
for patience.

I've made my living, mr. Thompson,
in large part as a gambler.

Some days I make 20 bets,

Some days I make none.

There are weeks, sometimes
months in fact,

When I don't make a bet at all
because there simply is no play.

So I wait, plan,

Marshal my resources.

And when I finally
see an opportunity

And there is a bet to make,

I bet it all.

( Music playing )

Step right up, friends.
Meet Patricia Patrick,

Half-man, half-woman!

- Is it a he or is it a she?
- ( Crowd exclaims )

- Man: Jesus!
- Don't get her sore

Or he'll bust you in the nose!

( Crowd laughs )

And I would like a
club sandwich, please.

A buddy of mine
would eat tongue.

- I'll take the check, please.
- It's on the arm.

- Beg your pardon?
- Policemen eat free.

We're federal agents and
that's against regulations.

- That's right.
- Just being neighborly.

Malum in se.

- Sir?
- It's latin.

It means evil in and of itself.

- Like murder.
- Precisely.

Whereas "malum prohibitum"

Is a wrong dictated by statute.

Us accepting a free lunch.

Correct.

Or people selling whiskey.

You might say that.

I might. And what might you say?

- Can I speak freely?
- I'd expect nothing less.

When I first joined the bureau,

I was convinced what we
were doing was right.

But after a while,

Seeing how it's harder and
harder to enforce the law...

We should be going.

( Ukulele playing )

Man: ♪ in the town
of Louisville ♪

♪ They got a man
called big bad bill ♪

- ♪ I wanna tell ya... ♪
- What is this place?

Just a house. Come on.

♪ He had folks all
scared to death ♪

♪ When he walked by they
held their breath ♪

♪ He was a fighting
man, re enough... ♪

Excuse me. I wanna
just get this.

♪ Bill took himself a wife ♪

♪ Now he's a different guy... ♪

- Do you know these people?
- They're performers mostly.

- Locals.
- I thought you just moved here.

I did. My friend Arthur
is around here somewhere.

One party last month, a fella
made a giant sand sculpture...

Jesus on the cross
with two heads.

- Why two heads?
- Not everything has to make sense.

Mmm, did you dream
about me last night?

I dreamt about a purple snake.

I chopped it up with a hatchet.

The pieces turned into
horses and I rode one away.

That was about my penis.

Isn't everything? Say
hello to Angela.

- Arthur's a hoofer.
- Shall we dance, my dear?

- Maybe later.
- No cutting in, bub.

Hmmm.

It's okay, Cookie.
We're invisible here.

♪ To my honey I'll
croon love's tune ♪

♪ Honey moon ♪

♪ Keep a-shining in June ♪

♪ Your silvery beams
will bring love dreams ♪

♪ We'll be cuddling soon. ♪

( Vocalizing )

- ( Clatters )
- Margaret: Four... two, three, four.

"Stormy seas... go
back three days."

Oh well.

It's your turn, sweetheart.

One.

Southampton.

- Where's that?
- England.

It's where you make the big
trip across the ocean.

- Did you go there, mama?
- I did, dear.

That's where my boat left from
when I came over from Ireland.

I'm gonna do that too.

Sail a big ship like Sinbad
straight over the waves.

Margaret: Mind you
don't get seasick now.

Teddy: I won't.

Your turn, uncle Nucky.

Uncle Nucky?

I'd like you to start
calling me dad.

Would you like that, Teddy?

Yes.

And you too, kiddo.

It's your move, dad.

Yes, it is.

( Music playing )

Eli: Nucky.

- What are you doing here?
- I have as much right

to be here as you do.

I'm surprised is all.

That it's not me in the box?

I had nothing to do with that.

You had nothing to do
with stopping it either.

They came for me,

The feds.

A subpoena, Monday,

At the house.

Why didn't you wake him there?

The kids don't need
to see him like this.

Uncle Clary.

What?

Mom's brother, uncle Clarence.

He was waked at aunt Ann's.

They made you kiss him.

- What?
- You were terrified,

Couldn't go there for three christmases
without becoming hysterical.

Huh.

I didn't think you'd
be here this early.

Why I came.

I'm surprised you'd come at all.

I'm here for mother.

And for Susan.

They're all together now.

Heaven?

Even if it existed,
do you actually think

That son of a bitch
would be there?

( Sniffling )

Was he that bad, Nucky?

I merely?

You've obviously forgotten key
events from our childhood.

I turned out okay.

So did you.

Whatever he did, he made
us the men we are today,

Didn't he?

And what's that?

We run this fucking town, Nucky.

"We" don't run
anything, brother.

And he can rot in hell.

That's you, boy,

In spades.

No capacity for forgiveness.

Grow up, brother, please.

And take some responsibility

At long fucking last.

( Sobbing )

Man: Ill waiting for
delivery on New York street.

Clifford Lathrop?

Yes?

From Enoch Thompson.

Man: Just got an incoming.
Come on, let's unload it.

"You're a peach. Thanks
for saving my life."

( Door closes, footsteps )

Mr. Thompson.

Thank you for seeing me.

Of course. Would
you like a drink?

Thank you, no. I
won't be staying.

These past few months have been
difficult, to say the least,

I'm sure for all of us.
Threats were made,

Accusations were hurled.

We could continue
on in this manner,

But to do so

Would contract the point
I'm here to make...

That life is woefully short.

My father passed on Monday.

You gentlemen should know that.

( Garbled ) I'm sorry...

To hear that.

My condolences.

My father's death

And my recent brush
with the same

Got me to thinking.

I don't need this

And I no longer want it.

I have the love of a fine woman

And the joy of raising her
two wonderful children.

I have money enough to retire...

At least I will once I
sell some property.

And when my legal troues are behind
me, I intend to do just that.

You built this town,

Now you can have it back...

Atlantic city and all
that goes with it.

I've already spoken
to mayor bader

And I've instructed him to
give you his full cooperation.

You're stepping
down as treasurer?

I am. And you gentlemen
have my word

That I will not
stand in your way.

Choose whomever you'd
like as my successor.

Nucky.

Good luck to you.

And to you too, James.

( Sigrid singing in Norwegian )

( Singing continues )

- ( Music playing )
- ( Gulls cawing )

( Door opens )

Mr. White has arrived.

- You wanted to see me?
- Chalky.

What are you drinking?

It's all the same.

- Where yours?
- One thing I'll say for the hand,

It's cut my drinking
down by half.

- ( Scoffs )
- To the future.

That sound nice, but I
ain't sure I got one.

You'll beat it, Chalky.
Just do as the lawyer says.

It ain't my legal case I'm talking about.
It's my people.

They losing faith.

Precisely what I wanted
to talk to you about.

You people want justice? Well,
it's time to give it to them.

You telling me to go out
and murder some klan boys?

You're smarter than that.
You have power, Chalky...

Economic power. In your house you
said your people were behind you.

Thousands of black folks that make
this city run... something like that?

- Yeah.
- Then do it,

- Call a strike.
- In the middle of tourist season?

It would shut the city down.

It would cost a bloody fortune

And you hold all the cards.

- Are you sure this is what you want?
- It doesn't matter to me.

In about 30 minutes it
won't be my problem.

It is time.

Pardon me, Chalky. I
have a press conference.

( Groans )

( Music playing )

Neary: "in a late-afternoon
press conference"

Sure to have changed the face of
Atlantic City's political landscape,

"Beleaguered"... ( Laughs )

"county treasurer Enoch Thompson

Stepped down today,
effective immediately."

Beleaguered...

That's french for
completely fucked.

"Citing Thompson's
recent legal troubles,"

Mayor Edward Bader named James
Neary, alderman of the fourth ward,

"As Thompson's
interim successor."

Congratulations, Mr. Treasurer.

- Well done, boy.
- Thank you.

- Drinks are on Jim.
- ( Laughter )

Well, we did it, pal.

It's ours.

Congratulations.

You're a part of this,
are you hearing me?

Everything you ever
wished for is yours.

If wishes were horses,
then beggars would ride.

We're gonna get you a new
suit, get that mask fixed up.

You'll meet a nice gal,
settle down maybe.

I need to talk to you.

There he is! ( Giggles )

Let me bow before the king.

While you're down there,
why don't you kiss my ass?

( Guests laugh )

Munya. What brings you here?

Me? Miss a celebration?

I need a word.

All right, in a minute, okay?

Guests: Speech! Speech! Speech!

- Speech! Speech!
- Let's hear it.

You want a speech?

All right, I'll
give you a speech.

It wasn't all that long ago

That most of us sat
in this very room

And listened to empty promises

Made by Nucky Thompson.

- That's right!
- True true.

But as we learned,
talk is cheap.

( Giggles ) so's Nucky!

Let me finish, Mickey.

My father, the commodore,

Had a vision:

A kingdom on the ocean

- Rising up from the sand.
- Men: Hear hear!

Well, I t a vision too...

To share that kingdom
with its court.

- Hear!
- Jimmy: It's a new day

And the war is over. And to
the victors go the spoils!

To Prince James.
Long may he reign!

Hear hear.

- ( Laughter )
- ( Music playing )

( Whispering )

There's a bulb out
in the kitchen.

I'll have the girl do
it in the morning.

I'm off to bed now.

Not too late. It's
been a busy day.

I'll be up in a while.

Good night, ma'am.

( Pouring whisky )

I'm a lucky man, Owen.

You'll get no quarrel from me.

There's something
we need to discuss.

Sir?

The day of my shooting,

Where were you?

As I told you, sir, I'm sorry.

I ran into a friend

And lost track of the time.

Right.

Was this friend from
Ireland by any chance?

I'm not sure what you mean, sir.

You know exactly what I mean.

The cause, Owen...

You've never left it.

That's why you're
really here, isn't it?

Why you stayed in atlantic city?

Aye.

I want you to set up a meeting,

Me and John McGarrigle,
in Belfast.

- Sir?
- We'll set sail immediately.

You tell him I have
a proposition.

( Music playing )

( People chattering )

( Laughing )

A week, maybe two,

We'll be right back in business.

All's I need is the booze.

- Right right, I heard you the first time.
- Hey!

What the fuck's with you?

I don't like waiting on
line when I need to talk.

- So?
- My brother.

- What about him?
- He's smarter than you are

And a lot more dangerous.

- Speak for yourself.
- I'm trying to help you, kid.

Don't underestimate him.

Fuck you, Eli.

You come here to piss
all over my party?

Yeah.

That's why I came.

Whew.

- So what's the plan?
- What plan?

- For the liquor.
- Al's got a connection.

- Capone from Chicago?
- Oh.

The fella Remus from Cincinnati.

He gets pure government liquor.

- We can cut it right down.
- Nice.

- What the fuck did you bring him for?
- Manny?

- He's all right.
- He's a pain in my ass.

- Well, you do owe him money.
- Really?

'Cause he only reminds me about
it every five fucking minutes.

- ( Giggles )
- That's right, you cocksucker.

We're talking about you.

I said you're an asshole,
you fucking jew bastard!

I'd knock that off if I was you.

- What?
- The jew stuff.

- He ain't the type I'd play with.
- Right right.

'Cause you're his friend.

- What?
- Come down.

- I can't hear you.
- Come down, join the party.

All right, all right. Sure,
we'll be right down.

Hey!

- ( Woman gasps )
- ( Music stops )

- Man: Did he fall?
- Man ♪2: Is he all right?

- Somebody pushed him.
- Oh my goodness.

- ( Groaning )
- Somebody pushed him.

- My oh my.
- Man: Is he okay?

( Elevator dings )

- ( Emily moaning )
- Woman: Shh shh shh.

( Clock ticking )

- ( Gasps )
- ( Moaning continues )

Margaret: Shh shh shh.

- ( Moaning continues )
- She's warm again.

( Music playing )

Shh.

♪ And now when you're asleep ♪

♪ Into your tent I'll creep ♪

♪ The stars that shine above ♪

♪ Will light our way to love ♪

♪ You'll rule this
land with me ♪

♪ I'm the sheik of araby. ♪

( Whistling )