Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 3, Episode 10 - A Man, a Plan... - full transcript
Nucky plans to whack Joe Masseria and Gyp Rosetti, Richard stands up to Julia's abusive father, and Owen and Margaret plan to run off together.
I would like to ask you to
help me obtain a diaphragm.
Is this what the Shearer woman
wanted to speak to you about?
I suppose I'd need two...
one for her and one for me.
This little shit is sneaking
around where he don't belong.
Dad! You're drunk.
Let go of him right now.
- Or what?
- Or I'll kill you.
(John): - There's a new face.
- He's my muscle.
- What's in the case?
- Irons.
George Remus,
you're under arrest
for violating the Volstead Act.
You can't do this.
Remus has paid!
- Remus kept receipts!
- What receipts?
From Jess Smith,
Daugherty's man.
- You came.
- Didn't I say I would?
( Crowd cheering )
- Aquavit.
- We're not supposed to drink any...
Not to drink, to sell.
Sell where?
On Kedzie Boulevard to
Norwegian people there.
- When this is all sorted, you and I...
- Why not now?
We'll go as soon as we're able.
Nucky: Joe Masseria is
backing Gyp Rosetti.
I'm going to fight him.
I need your help.
Everyone here wishes you
all the luck in the world.
Arnold. Arnold.
( Theme music playing )
( band playing, chatter )
Man: To all swimmers,
bathers, sailors,
landlubbers, mermaids,
sea serpents,
and other creatures of the deep,
I, King Neptune,
offer greetings.
As ruler of the Seven Seas,
lord of the boundless waves,
high constable of
the coral caverns
and uttermost recesses
of the depths,
I invite you to feast your
eyes on my spellbinding sirens
and surrender to the allure
of seaside enchantment...
( applause )
to forget about
life's stormy seas,
shipwrecks, and typhoons.
This morning, I unlock
the joys of summer
and invite the denizens of
Atlantic City to frolic
in the spume and bubble
of my watery depths.
( Microphone feedback) (rings )
Neptune: For the next 12
weeks, I command you...
What the heck is this?
Must have fell off a boat.
Whiskey!
Look at this!
Neptune: Forget about
life's stormy seas...
- Man: I can't believe this!
- Whiskey!
Woman: Whiskey!
( People shouting )
Why is everyone yelling?
Maybe it's a sea serpent.
Neptune: and typhoons.
Enjoy the pleasures
of summer and...
Should I continue?
Just blow the fucking trumpets
and leave it at that.
- ( Fanfare plays )
- Very mayoral, Ed.
( Band playing )
Man: Come on, load 'em up.
Let's go.
- Man ♪2: My back is killing me.
- Man ♪3: I got these three.
A dozen fucking crates.
- Two... it was more like two.
- Are you sure?
Why not three? Or fuckin' 12?
Two... it was two dozen, Gyp.
I want to see this
pompinaio captain.
He said it was crazy
out there last night.
The waves were coming
out every which way.
It's a fuckin' ocean, Tonino,
doing what it's supposed to!
- Why the fuck ain't he?
- Man: Could've been rogue waves.
What?
My cousin Franco. He's new.
Whole side of the family
is fuckin' yammerers.
Tell me about these waves.
- Well, a-actually...
- He don't know shit.
Worked on my uncle's
fishing boat
when he was a kid, so
he thinks he knows...
Say what you're gonna say.
Franco: Nothing.
It's just sometimes
when the wind shifts,
waves crash into each other
from different directions.
And when they do, they
make giant waves.
It's easy to lose cargo if
it's not strapped down.
Your father was a
fisherman, huh?
All his life.
Well, how come you
don't know this shit?
- Well, I didn't...
- His father was your uncle, right?
Foreman: All right, this
car is all filled up.
- All right. Let it go.
- Man: bring two here.
- ( Bottles rattling )
- Man: Come on.
Foreman: All right, we're gonna
move it out, fellas. Let's go.
Fuckin' Sinbad over here.
( laughter )
( chuckles )
- ( door opens, closes )
- ( bell jingles )
- Good morning, sir.
- No peddlers.
- I'd like a moment...
- Oh, go away. I not buy nothing.
What's your name, friend?
My name is "I Not Buy Nothing."
Not even a taste
of the homeland?
Aquavit.
Perhaps you'd like to
discuss this in back?
This from Norway?
Cicero, but it's made
by a real Norwegian.
- You no sound like you from Norway.
- My wife.
May I?
( Sniffs )
Ah, it's good.
$6 a bottle.
You give four to me, I give 20?
Very well.
You come back later, yeah?
I have more money
and I buy more.
Later, yes.
Thank you.
( Bell jingles )
You did not drink your powder.
Gaston Means.
He is on the line.
I'm not to be disturbed.
Is that clear?
Ja.
Gaston: I'll begin the
discussion, then, shall I?
A certain individual
has manifested
every sign of erratic behavior.
Jess Smith is Harry
Daugherty's problem.
In my estimation, the
attorney general is rather
perfectly suspended between
the bonds of loyalty
and the need for
self-preservation.
- So let the son of a bitch hang there.
- Yes, indeed.
But in the meanwhile,
the likelihood is high
that Jess will say
anything to anybody
regarding everyone
he's ever met.
Such is the nature of hysterics.
( Cat meows )
Your name would be on that list,
as I'm sure you've considered.
So would yours.
- Would it be difficult?
- Mr. Smith?
( Cat purring )
Some finesse would be required.
Fortunately, I have
experience in these matters.
What does that cost?
40,000.
( Cat purring )
Are you there?
There are men who
would do it for $10.
And you're free to hire them.
I hope you don't choose a
surgeon on the same basis.
In both cases the outcome
can be unexpectedly messy.
You'll get paid... when
I see the results.
Why are you leaving so early?
The Thompsons are expecting me.
Margaret, you mean.
I'm not a monkfish, Katy.
I'll not take your bait.
I was just wondering if Mr.
Thompson knows
his wife fancies the help.
We've been through
this at great length.
I heard you the other
day on the phone.
- I'm only doing my job.
- Right.
Maybe she needed your
help removing a pea
from under her mattress.
Stop filling your head
with foolish notions.
Then prove me a fool.
I'd be happy to...
at the altar.
Really?
We'll discuss it later.
( Door closes )
( elevator bell pings )
Margaret: Mr. Sleater,
good morning.
Mrs. Thompson.
Mr. Kessler.
- Is something wrong?
- No, I just...
You come bearing secrets.
Um, nothing as fancy
as that, I'm afraid.
What do you think, Mr. Kessler?
I... I do not understand.
Margaret: Then I suppose
you need to come clean.
( Chuckles )
It's, um...
it's Katy's birthday tomorrow,
and I'll be damned if I
know what to give her.
And truly be damned
I choose wrong.
A woman's touch.
I'm at your mercy, missus.
Well, let's discuss
the possibilities.
You can bring the car around.
- I'll be down shortly.
- Yes, ma'am.
You shouldn't toy with him.
He sees more than you think.
He's only seen us talking.
And soon, he won't
see us at all.
If we botch this,
he'll find out.
Mr. Kessler?
Mr. Thompson.
You'll need to leave first.
- I'll follow after.
- When?
Can't say. Six weeks, a month.
Why so long?
We leave together,
then he knows.
And he won't forget.
And there's no place
far enough then.
What's St. Louis like?
I haven't a clue.
But Emmet's a mate
from years back.
He'll set us on our feet.
And if it doesn't suit us, we'll...
we'll...
We'll live among the Indians.
Aye. Or give it a go at least.
( Seagulls cawing )
And Katy?
I'll leave one morning,
tell her something that
sounds convincing,
and she'll never see me again.
"A man, a plan, a canal...
Panama."
What are you yammering about?
- It's a palindrome.
- A what?
A word or phrase spelled exactly
the same backwards or forwards.
Like "mom."
Or imbecile.
( Snickering )
- Well, no, that's not...
- Where the hell is Owen?
I'll go see.
"A man, a plan"...
what is it?
"A man, a plan, a canal"...
I have a fucking headache!
I'll tell you later.
Sorry I'm late.
Fill him in.
Heard back from my
contact in New York.
Masseria goes to
the Turkish baths
every Thursday, same time every week...
9:00 p.m.
That might work.
Some place on Chrystie Street.
Popular with the locals.
Steamy, dark, people distracted.
Come up from behind,
nice and quiet.
They got the mineral baths?
Is that fucking important?
He's keeping tabs on
Masseria all day.
I'll go with you as backup.
No, you won't. You're
going to Chicago.
What the hell's in Chicago?
Johnny Torrio and,
with any luck,
an army of men
who'll help us out.
With Masseria gone,
we'll take Rosetti out.
He'll be weak without
Masseria's backing.
So all that extra muscle
will fall by the wayside.
- Rats leaving a sinking ship.
- Nucky: We'll still need help.
You pack your bags, too.
Tell me I'm going to Paris.
( Giggles )
West Overton, Pennsylvania.
You'll be met at the station
by a man named Fahey.
He'll take you to the
Overholt Distillery.
Andrew Mellon's place.
What do I do when I get there?
Nucky: Get it up and running
as soon as possible.
We're taking over
Remus' old operation,
using Overholt as a base.
We can export to Chicago or
New York straight from there.
That'd take some
money, won't it?
We'll take the train to New
York, avoid Tabor Heights.
And who else with you?
Owen: Agent Sawicki
will be enough.
Sawicki: I'll flash my badge,
distract Masseria's bodyguard.
And give me time
to do my business.
It's not that I
doubt your ability,
I just saw this as a
bigger operation.
Owen: More men, more
chance for mistakes.
This job doesn't
call for an army,
just patience...
and opportunity.
Don't you have valises to pack?
Booze is our backbone.
But sooner or later,
this mishegoss
will go the way of
the ostrich feather.
Yiddish, Meyer?
I can't think of a
more obvious route
to my acquiescence than
shared commonality.
How about a good idea?
A.R., you're the one who always
said to look where no one else is.
That's what this deal is.
50 pounds of heroin
for 100 grand.
You know what a "shot
to nothing" is?
It's used in snooker.
It's a shot in which a player
attempts a difficult pot,
but with safety in mind,
regardless of his actually
potting anything.
Sounds like nothing
for nothing to me.
On the surface, yes.
But by design, in the
event of his missing,
he leaves his opponent
in a position
of being unable to strike back.
We're on the verge
of a war, Charlie.
You heard it yourself.
Nucky Thompson's about
to move on Joe Masseria.
And until such time as
one of them is dead,
it would be unwise to
venture into any new deals.
What if the deal won't wait?
A deal will always wait.
And a fool will always rush in.
I like the concept, boys,
but the timing leaves
much to be desired.
( Piano music playing )
Hmm, good book.
I enjoyed it myself.
What do you want, Means?
You're in possession
of certain funds...
10,000 in cash if
memory serves...
that you acquired from a previously
unincarcerated George Remus.
So?
Well, I have it on
unimpeachable authority
that those bills are marked.
- What do you mean?
- Traceable, Jess.
The Treasury Department
and its agents.
If they trace those
bills back to you,
then you can bet the
last one your next job
will be making itty-bitty
rocks out of great big ones.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I knew it. I knew it.
- I told Harry.
- Jess.
It's over. It's fucking over.
Jess, have you spent any of it?
No. It's still in the envelope.
Good. Then all you have
to do is get rid of it.
- Get rid of it?
- Burn it.
It's the safest best. As
soon as humanly possible.
If I were you, I'd take that
cash out to the yard right now
and consign it to
the fires of hell.
Jess.
This is something
you need to do.
What's wrong?
It pains me to bring
you this news.
It's Jess.
- Harry: What the hell is he doing?
- Harry.
Stop him before
someone sees him!
Look, look. Hey, hey.
And what then, huh?
A panicked man drowns both
himself and his savior.
No. You need to keep
yourself afloat.
The other day, I walk
into the bathroom.
He's talking to himself
in the mirror.
The man is ill, Harry.
- In the yard, burning money.
- ( distant bells tolling )
When Judgment Day comes, and
it most assuredly will,
he'll be in a hospital
eating Jell-O.
But you...
you'll be doing hard time.
Our neighbors' dog...
meanest thing on four legs.
Nobody could get near him.
But he sees Jess, and the
tail starts wagging.
I had a dog just
like that as a boy.
Damn near broke my heart
when we had to put him down.
I wouldn't even know who to talk
to about a thing like that.
$40,000, and I promise you
he won't feel a thing.
I'd prefer if you
waited by the car.
I'm supposed to go with
you no matter what.
That might prove
embarrassing for both of us.
I'll keep 10 paces behind you
and wait in the hallway.
That's the best I can do.
Very accommodating.
Sister Agnes: I can imagine
what you're thinking,
but I assure you I'm
only the messenger.
The bishop himself
has determined
that this... experiment
has run its course
and would prefer that the
hospital's resources
be applied to other areas,
effective immediately.
What about the women
who've been coming?
They will have to seek their
information elsewhere.
You needn't bother
with the chairs.
The cleaning staff
will move them out.
I suppose I should say that I...
I found a great deal of
what went on in here
very educational.
I feel like a German spy.
- Are those the dia...
- Shh, shh.
There's one for you and one for Mrs.
Shearer.
You can get it to her yourself.
You're pale. Are you
feeling all right?
Nothing I haven't
been through before.
Um...
this doesn't have to
happen in a hospital.
A storefront, an
upstairs office...
we could say anything
we wanted to there,
anything they needed to know.
That would get you
into trouble here.
Well, maybe this isn't
where I belong.
Your fiancée wouldn't be
very happy about that.
I don't know.
She's, uh, a bit like you,
telling me to put my
money where my mouth is.
Think about what I proposed.
I hate being told
what I can't do.
And the two of us...
I'd say we work
pretty well together.
We did, didn't we?
So tell me about this
dirty wop Rosetti.
What I'm hoping is that
you'll be able to
tell me about him.
I've never met the man.
I know that.
What I want is for you
to go to Tabor Heights,
cut a deal.
Well, that should take
all of 30 seconds.
It'd be worth its
weight in cow shit.
I sense you've dealt with
Italians before, Mr. McCoy.
And only will again because
it's you who's asking.
Agree to anything.
What I need is information...
the number of men, boats,
where they get their
suits pressed,
how they take their coffee.
What's the difference between
a catfish and an Italian?
What?
One's a filthy,
scum-sucking bottom-feeder
and the other is a fish.
I'll get up there tout suite.
Thanks for the drink.
( Music playing, chatter )
( doorbell jingles )
You come back now, yeah?
Yes.
Good afternoon.
At lunchtime I surprise my
customers with aquavit.
Very happy to drink.
I'm glad to hear that.
- What is?
- For you.
- Ah.
- It's from my wife's oven.
I believe you call it lefse.
Lefse, aquavit...
like I am back home.
I am sorry.
- Beg pardon?
- Call a taxi, mister?
I did not.
We got a car out front
waiting for you anyway.
They did not give me a choice.
Am I under arrest?
It's nice he has his grandma,
but everyone needs a dad,
especially a little boy.
You're right.
It's good he has you.
( Door opens )
No place else to go?
Dad, I invited Richard over.
You sniffing around
here like a dog?
I'll go get you some coffee.
I don't want any fuckin' coffee!
You know why he's here, don't you?
Huh?
You strutting around like
some mongrel bitch in heat.
Richard.
- Dad, stop.
- Shut up!
I'm still your father.
And I won't have you spreading
your legs for some sideshow freak.
Julia: No!
Stop it!
Stop!
Would you pay a
dime to see this?
- Get off me!
- Richard.
- Apologize.
- Fuck you!
Richard, please.
Apologize.
( Choking ) I'm sorry.
To her.
( Gasps )
( coughing )
( clock chiming )
( bell tolling )
Lucky: The money's just
to get us started.
Meyer and me, we'll take care
of everything after that.
All you gotta do is
sit back and collect.
-
It's what I say.
- Bom bom bom.
- ( chuckles )
That's bullshit.
And now you're being rude.
English, so my
partner understands.
You want English?
Fine.
If this such a good deal,
why you come to me, huh?
Why you don't go to
your socio in affari...
the other Jew, Rothstein?
Mr. Rothstein has reservations
about entering the heroin trade,
more than likely because
his business is suffering.
I got reservations, too...
like I no trust you.
This is a big step
for all of us.
We're confident that
time and familiarity
will change all that.
I no be so sure.
Mr. Rothstein's hesitancy
coupled with our
narrow time frame
make it necessary for us to
expand our search for a partner.
Naturally, we thought of you.
Naturally.
100,000.
What else do I get
besides a profit?
Nucky Thompson.
He's thinking about
making a move.
Make a move on me?
How you know this?
Do we have a deal or no?
Without friends who can
provide you with information,
how long do you think
your luck will hold out?
Fine.
We have deal.
You tell me, then,
what information you got
about Nucky Thompson.
( "Westminster
Quarters" playing )
Gyp: We meet here tonight.
Bill: 1,200 cases?
That's bigger than
Nucky's order.
Everything of mine is
bigger than Nucky's.
It's a lot of trips back
and forth to Rum Row.
- You got an army?
- With 17 boats?
More like a navy.
You'll have no problems.
Unless you run into one
of them rogue waves.
How's that?
My cousin Franco
grew up on boats.
The last captain lost
part of our shipment.
Franco said because
of rogue waves.
Well, yeah. At least that's
what it sounded like.
A shitty sailor, this guy.
More than likely
half in the bag.
I don't think so.
Oh, you don't?
Your boy's right.
When the winds shift
like the other night,
the sea can pretty much
have its way with you,
especially if you're busy
stirring up the fuckin' stars.
The fuck do I know?
My father laid
bricks for a living.
Not to worry, Mr. Rosetti.
The ocean and I have
an understanding.
You'll get your booze
on time and intact.
( Clock ticking, music playing )
Jess: Sorry about
this morning, Harry.
- It won't happen again.
- ( liquid pouring )
We all go a little
haywire at times.
You don't.
Not even when we were kids.
You knew what to
do, when to do it.
That twister back home...
remember that?
- In '85?
- It was a dark hour, wasn't it?
In the cellar with my folks,
the world being torn to pieces.
Poor Mary Shackelford.
They never even found her.
But what did we all do
the very next morning?
We... we...
We stepped into
the light of day,
picked up the pieces, moved on.
That's right.
I'm thinking maybe
it's time to retire.
Leave Washington?
We're not getting
any younger, Jess.
Fly-fishing, porch-sitting,
lazy days, busy doing nothing.
How does that sound?
I... I don't know what to say.
This... my heart
was never in it.
And as long as we're
being honest,
for a while now
neither was mine.
Now, you finish that chicken,
get some sleep.
It's amazing how much better
a good night's rest
will make you feel.
Margaret: ♪ Still I feel the
thrill of your charms ♪
♪ Lips that once were mine ♪
♪ Tender eyes that shine ♪
♪ They will light
my way tonight ♪
♪ I'll see you in my dreams. ♪
Sleep tight, my darling.
Sing it again, Mama.
And torture the poor mice?
Mom?
How long do we
have to stay here?
Not for much longer.
Soon we'll all leave and...
see what adventures await.
Emily misses our room and
there's no kitchen here.
As soon as they're
done with the repairs
back home.
Everything will be swell then.
Now get to sleep.
Good night, dear.
I'll be in later.
( Waves crashing )
Was there anyone waiting?
At home, I mean, after the war?
Jenny Hastings.
We rode horses together.
She'd write,
knit me a scarf.
Married my cousin
when I was in France.
I was 20.
He was 32.
A widower with three children.
We talked of marriage.
And then my brother
Freddy was killed,
and my dad...
Well, Douglas...
that was his name...
he married the daughter
of the man who ran the
telegraph office.
Had three more children.
I wish I could kiss you.
( Music playing )
( knocking at door )
- Owen?
- Chalky.
In the foyer.
- ( Door closes )
- Know who I am tonight?
What's that supposed to mean?
Had some trouble last time.
What do you want, Chalky?
Got cash behind me.
I'm gonna cut you proper.
Connections in the circuit...
New York, Chicago,
St. Louis, Kansas City.
I bring the acts in.
I guarantee it.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
A club... on the boardwalk
where Babette's used to was.
A Negro club?
Black on stage,
white in the house.
They doing it in Harlem.
Packing 'em in till
the small hours.
- This isn't Harlem.
- Ain't Japan neither.
But there a big hole out
there, money to be made.
I know it in my bones, Nucky.
And I is set to do it right.
Ain't gonna be no juke joint
with barrelhouse coming out.
This here gonna be elegant.
Tuxedos and "chandelabras."
Chandeliers.
I ain't got to spell
'em, just pay for 'em.
Nobody want to see
that wreck out there
and nobody wanna be
reminded what happened.
This an opportunity, a
chance for this town...
There's a dividing line.
There's a line and
you know that.
That line can move.
Chalky, I have other things
on my mind right now.
All you gotta do is say yes.
I'll take care of the rest.
I just told you how it is.
Why is that hard to understand?
You ain't the only
one be thinking.
- ( Sighs )
- ( door opens, closes )
( piano music playing )
See, I can understand a
fella gets lost once.
Things on his mind, gets
off the wrong L stop.
That can happen.
But twice?
- As I said, sir...
- You're one of O'Banion's.
I barely know the man.
That's why youse packing
iron at the yard last week?
Those were unusual
circumstances.
And so are these.
He's sending you selling whiskey
where you don't belong.
He... he doesn't know, sir.
How's that?
Mr. O'Banion,
he's unaware of my activities.
( laughs )
So what's he like... O'Banion?
Good to work for?
He has his peccadillos.
What's your name again?
George.
What am I gonna do
with you, George?
I got a few ideas.
"There was a man
in the land of Uz"
whose name was Job;
"and that man was
perfect and upright."
- What?
- "And one that feared"
God and eschewed evil."
What the hell are you on about?
Please, sir, I am
providing for a family.
I failed to eschew
evil, but I'm trying.
You tried five blocks
deep into my territory.
- Uh...
- Man: Shh.
Al: Right now you're
gonna pay me back.
- Yes, sir.
- Huh?
Yes, sir.
( Music resumes )
Tell me everything you know
about O'Banion's operation.
Jess! ( laughs )
You're awake at an
unsettled hour.
What are you doing here?
Uh, the attorney general
was detained by the
burdens of state.
Nonetheless, he
expressed concern
- regarding your well-being and...
- You're holding a gun.
( laughing ) Oh, yes.
Yes, indeed, I am.
Uh, I routinely carry a firearm
in the course of my
manifold duties.
"But why... why is it
unsheathed," you may well ask,
"in the confines of the
Park Wardman Hotel?"
- Well, now... now...
- How much is Harry paying you?
- On a weekly basis?
- To murder me.
( laughing ) Oh, now, Jess,
these are the fever dreams
of a restless imagination.
He called you in, he
looked you in the eye...
and he said, "I want you to..."
( sobbing ) Oh, my God.
Would you like me to
put the weapon away?
I'll just, uh...
and then raise my
hands, I guess.
Have you ever killed anyone?
Well, now, Jess, I'll
share a confidence.
I never actually have
brought down the curtain.
That is a hanging
offense, after all.
I'll show you how easy it is.
We want to be private.
And nobody comes in.
( Speaking Italian )
- Sure.
- ( speaking Italian )
( water dripping )
Yeah, let me get two.
( Door opens )
( soft music playing )
( seagulls screeching )
You're sitting in the dark.
Leave it, please.
This craziness should all
be over in a few days.
You don't believe me.
I didn't say anything.
I can't say I blame you,
the way I bollixed everything.
Is that the right word?
Is it bollixed?
You said it correctly
and quite appropriately as well.
I guess between you and Owen,
the old country is
starting to rub off.
I will make this up to you.
I promise.
It's a new start
from here on out.
It is.
You should get some rest.
Gyp: Every bottle
accounted for tonight.
That's 1,200 cases,
24 bottles per.
That's 28,800 bottles.
See? That's math.
That's useful.
That's what my father used
on account he laid bricks.
Built churches, bridges.
Came home at night, he
smelled like sweat,
not fish.
Broke his back, dead at 50.
Layin' around in a fuckin'
boat, he would have seen 100.
But not him.
Not fuckin' him.
Not like your father.
- Right, Franco?
- Please, Mr. Rosetti.
I'm a f... I'm a fuckin' idiot.
I'm sorry. Please.
Tonino!
For the love of Christ!
Gyp, Gyp, he's my
mother's brother's kid.
He didn't mean no disrespect.
He's just a fuckin' know-it-all.
Break his legs, anything.
Not this.
Please.
I'm begging you.
Gyp, he's my blood.
Fuckin' family, right?
Yeah, you know how it is.
Hey, you're a lucky
fella, Franco.
( Crying )
Give me that.
Because I respect you.
Ah!
( Bangs )
Fuck!
( Blows landing, Gyp shouting )
( panting )
Whoo!
You owe me.
( Footsteps approach )
Eddie: Nucky.
Nucky.
What the fuck do you want?
There is a delivery.
- What time is it?
- Almost 4:00 a.m.
What's going on?
- Nucky: Go back to bed.
- What's this?
Get back in your room.
Close it up.
Close it! Close it!
- Nucky: Margaret, don't...
- ( sobbing ) No!
Stop it, stop it.
Stop. Stop.
Margaret, stop, stop.
( Sobbing continues )
( seagulls screeching )
- ( knocking )
- Nucky: Margaret?
Margaret?
Margaret, open the door.
( Knocking )
Margaret?
( Knocking ) Margaret?
( Sobbing )
Margaret's voice: What's St.
Louis like?
Owen's voice: I haven't a clue.
But Emmet's a mate
from years back.
He'll set us on our feet.
And if it doesn't
suit us, we'll...
We'll live among the Indians.
Aye. Or give it a go at least.
And Katy?
I'll leave one morning,
tell her something that
sounds convincing,
and she'll never see me again.
Are you lying to me now?
Why are you asking that?
Because I need to know.
You don't trust me?
Tell me you're
different from him.
Those would just be words.
Then what do I have to go on?
I'm pregnant.
It's yours.
You can do as you choose.
Plans or no, I won't
hold you to them.
But say what you want,
as long as it's the truth.
The truth?
Well, I'd like it to be a boy.
( Door opens )
Nucky's looking for you.
Mrs. Thompson.
Mr. Sleater.
( Music playing )
( door closes )
♪ Lonely days are long ♪
♪ Twilight sings a song ♪
♪ Of the happiness
that used to be ♪
♪ Soon I'll find repose ♪
♪ And in dreams you're
always near to me ♪
♪ I'll see you in my dreams ♪
♪ Hold you in my dreams ♪
♪ Someone took you ♪
♪ Out of my arms ♪
♪ Still I feel ♪
♪ The thrill of your charms ♪
♪ Lips that once were mine ♪
♪ Tender eyes that shine ♪
♪ They will light ♪
♪ My way tonight ♪
♪ I'll see you in my dreams. ♪
help me obtain a diaphragm.
Is this what the Shearer woman
wanted to speak to you about?
I suppose I'd need two...
one for her and one for me.
This little shit is sneaking
around where he don't belong.
Dad! You're drunk.
Let go of him right now.
- Or what?
- Or I'll kill you.
(John): - There's a new face.
- He's my muscle.
- What's in the case?
- Irons.
George Remus,
you're under arrest
for violating the Volstead Act.
You can't do this.
Remus has paid!
- Remus kept receipts!
- What receipts?
From Jess Smith,
Daugherty's man.
- You came.
- Didn't I say I would?
( Crowd cheering )
- Aquavit.
- We're not supposed to drink any...
Not to drink, to sell.
Sell where?
On Kedzie Boulevard to
Norwegian people there.
- When this is all sorted, you and I...
- Why not now?
We'll go as soon as we're able.
Nucky: Joe Masseria is
backing Gyp Rosetti.
I'm going to fight him.
I need your help.
Everyone here wishes you
all the luck in the world.
Arnold. Arnold.
( Theme music playing )
( band playing, chatter )
Man: To all swimmers,
bathers, sailors,
landlubbers, mermaids,
sea serpents,
and other creatures of the deep,
I, King Neptune,
offer greetings.
As ruler of the Seven Seas,
lord of the boundless waves,
high constable of
the coral caverns
and uttermost recesses
of the depths,
I invite you to feast your
eyes on my spellbinding sirens
and surrender to the allure
of seaside enchantment...
( applause )
to forget about
life's stormy seas,
shipwrecks, and typhoons.
This morning, I unlock
the joys of summer
and invite the denizens of
Atlantic City to frolic
in the spume and bubble
of my watery depths.
( Microphone feedback) (rings )
Neptune: For the next 12
weeks, I command you...
What the heck is this?
Must have fell off a boat.
Whiskey!
Look at this!
Neptune: Forget about
life's stormy seas...
- Man: I can't believe this!
- Whiskey!
Woman: Whiskey!
( People shouting )
Why is everyone yelling?
Maybe it's a sea serpent.
Neptune: and typhoons.
Enjoy the pleasures
of summer and...
Should I continue?
Just blow the fucking trumpets
and leave it at that.
- ( Fanfare plays )
- Very mayoral, Ed.
( Band playing )
Man: Come on, load 'em up.
Let's go.
- Man ♪2: My back is killing me.
- Man ♪3: I got these three.
A dozen fucking crates.
- Two... it was more like two.
- Are you sure?
Why not three? Or fuckin' 12?
Two... it was two dozen, Gyp.
I want to see this
pompinaio captain.
He said it was crazy
out there last night.
The waves were coming
out every which way.
It's a fuckin' ocean, Tonino,
doing what it's supposed to!
- Why the fuck ain't he?
- Man: Could've been rogue waves.
What?
My cousin Franco. He's new.
Whole side of the family
is fuckin' yammerers.
Tell me about these waves.
- Well, a-actually...
- He don't know shit.
Worked on my uncle's
fishing boat
when he was a kid, so
he thinks he knows...
Say what you're gonna say.
Franco: Nothing.
It's just sometimes
when the wind shifts,
waves crash into each other
from different directions.
And when they do, they
make giant waves.
It's easy to lose cargo if
it's not strapped down.
Your father was a
fisherman, huh?
All his life.
Well, how come you
don't know this shit?
- Well, I didn't...
- His father was your uncle, right?
Foreman: All right, this
car is all filled up.
- All right. Let it go.
- Man: bring two here.
- ( Bottles rattling )
- Man: Come on.
Foreman: All right, we're gonna
move it out, fellas. Let's go.
Fuckin' Sinbad over here.
( laughter )
( chuckles )
- ( door opens, closes )
- ( bell jingles )
- Good morning, sir.
- No peddlers.
- I'd like a moment...
- Oh, go away. I not buy nothing.
What's your name, friend?
My name is "I Not Buy Nothing."
Not even a taste
of the homeland?
Aquavit.
Perhaps you'd like to
discuss this in back?
This from Norway?
Cicero, but it's made
by a real Norwegian.
- You no sound like you from Norway.
- My wife.
May I?
( Sniffs )
Ah, it's good.
$6 a bottle.
You give four to me, I give 20?
Very well.
You come back later, yeah?
I have more money
and I buy more.
Later, yes.
Thank you.
( Bell jingles )
You did not drink your powder.
Gaston Means.
He is on the line.
I'm not to be disturbed.
Is that clear?
Ja.
Gaston: I'll begin the
discussion, then, shall I?
A certain individual
has manifested
every sign of erratic behavior.
Jess Smith is Harry
Daugherty's problem.
In my estimation, the
attorney general is rather
perfectly suspended between
the bonds of loyalty
and the need for
self-preservation.
- So let the son of a bitch hang there.
- Yes, indeed.
But in the meanwhile,
the likelihood is high
that Jess will say
anything to anybody
regarding everyone
he's ever met.
Such is the nature of hysterics.
( Cat meows )
Your name would be on that list,
as I'm sure you've considered.
So would yours.
- Would it be difficult?
- Mr. Smith?
( Cat purring )
Some finesse would be required.
Fortunately, I have
experience in these matters.
What does that cost?
40,000.
( Cat purring )
Are you there?
There are men who
would do it for $10.
And you're free to hire them.
I hope you don't choose a
surgeon on the same basis.
In both cases the outcome
can be unexpectedly messy.
You'll get paid... when
I see the results.
Why are you leaving so early?
The Thompsons are expecting me.
Margaret, you mean.
I'm not a monkfish, Katy.
I'll not take your bait.
I was just wondering if Mr.
Thompson knows
his wife fancies the help.
We've been through
this at great length.
I heard you the other
day on the phone.
- I'm only doing my job.
- Right.
Maybe she needed your
help removing a pea
from under her mattress.
Stop filling your head
with foolish notions.
Then prove me a fool.
I'd be happy to...
at the altar.
Really?
We'll discuss it later.
( Door closes )
( elevator bell pings )
Margaret: Mr. Sleater,
good morning.
Mrs. Thompson.
Mr. Kessler.
- Is something wrong?
- No, I just...
You come bearing secrets.
Um, nothing as fancy
as that, I'm afraid.
What do you think, Mr. Kessler?
I... I do not understand.
Margaret: Then I suppose
you need to come clean.
( Chuckles )
It's, um...
it's Katy's birthday tomorrow,
and I'll be damned if I
know what to give her.
And truly be damned
I choose wrong.
A woman's touch.
I'm at your mercy, missus.
Well, let's discuss
the possibilities.
You can bring the car around.
- I'll be down shortly.
- Yes, ma'am.
You shouldn't toy with him.
He sees more than you think.
He's only seen us talking.
And soon, he won't
see us at all.
If we botch this,
he'll find out.
Mr. Kessler?
Mr. Thompson.
You'll need to leave first.
- I'll follow after.
- When?
Can't say. Six weeks, a month.
Why so long?
We leave together,
then he knows.
And he won't forget.
And there's no place
far enough then.
What's St. Louis like?
I haven't a clue.
But Emmet's a mate
from years back.
He'll set us on our feet.
And if it doesn't suit us, we'll...
we'll...
We'll live among the Indians.
Aye. Or give it a go at least.
( Seagulls cawing )
And Katy?
I'll leave one morning,
tell her something that
sounds convincing,
and she'll never see me again.
"A man, a plan, a canal...
Panama."
What are you yammering about?
- It's a palindrome.
- A what?
A word or phrase spelled exactly
the same backwards or forwards.
Like "mom."
Or imbecile.
( Snickering )
- Well, no, that's not...
- Where the hell is Owen?
I'll go see.
"A man, a plan"...
what is it?
"A man, a plan, a canal"...
I have a fucking headache!
I'll tell you later.
Sorry I'm late.
Fill him in.
Heard back from my
contact in New York.
Masseria goes to
the Turkish baths
every Thursday, same time every week...
9:00 p.m.
That might work.
Some place on Chrystie Street.
Popular with the locals.
Steamy, dark, people distracted.
Come up from behind,
nice and quiet.
They got the mineral baths?
Is that fucking important?
He's keeping tabs on
Masseria all day.
I'll go with you as backup.
No, you won't. You're
going to Chicago.
What the hell's in Chicago?
Johnny Torrio and,
with any luck,
an army of men
who'll help us out.
With Masseria gone,
we'll take Rosetti out.
He'll be weak without
Masseria's backing.
So all that extra muscle
will fall by the wayside.
- Rats leaving a sinking ship.
- Nucky: We'll still need help.
You pack your bags, too.
Tell me I'm going to Paris.
( Giggles )
West Overton, Pennsylvania.
You'll be met at the station
by a man named Fahey.
He'll take you to the
Overholt Distillery.
Andrew Mellon's place.
What do I do when I get there?
Nucky: Get it up and running
as soon as possible.
We're taking over
Remus' old operation,
using Overholt as a base.
We can export to Chicago or
New York straight from there.
That'd take some
money, won't it?
We'll take the train to New
York, avoid Tabor Heights.
And who else with you?
Owen: Agent Sawicki
will be enough.
Sawicki: I'll flash my badge,
distract Masseria's bodyguard.
And give me time
to do my business.
It's not that I
doubt your ability,
I just saw this as a
bigger operation.
Owen: More men, more
chance for mistakes.
This job doesn't
call for an army,
just patience...
and opportunity.
Don't you have valises to pack?
Booze is our backbone.
But sooner or later,
this mishegoss
will go the way of
the ostrich feather.
Yiddish, Meyer?
I can't think of a
more obvious route
to my acquiescence than
shared commonality.
How about a good idea?
A.R., you're the one who always
said to look where no one else is.
That's what this deal is.
50 pounds of heroin
for 100 grand.
You know what a "shot
to nothing" is?
It's used in snooker.
It's a shot in which a player
attempts a difficult pot,
but with safety in mind,
regardless of his actually
potting anything.
Sounds like nothing
for nothing to me.
On the surface, yes.
But by design, in the
event of his missing,
he leaves his opponent
in a position
of being unable to strike back.
We're on the verge
of a war, Charlie.
You heard it yourself.
Nucky Thompson's about
to move on Joe Masseria.
And until such time as
one of them is dead,
it would be unwise to
venture into any new deals.
What if the deal won't wait?
A deal will always wait.
And a fool will always rush in.
I like the concept, boys,
but the timing leaves
much to be desired.
( Piano music playing )
Hmm, good book.
I enjoyed it myself.
What do you want, Means?
You're in possession
of certain funds...
10,000 in cash if
memory serves...
that you acquired from a previously
unincarcerated George Remus.
So?
Well, I have it on
unimpeachable authority
that those bills are marked.
- What do you mean?
- Traceable, Jess.
The Treasury Department
and its agents.
If they trace those
bills back to you,
then you can bet the
last one your next job
will be making itty-bitty
rocks out of great big ones.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I knew it. I knew it.
- I told Harry.
- Jess.
It's over. It's fucking over.
Jess, have you spent any of it?
No. It's still in the envelope.
Good. Then all you have
to do is get rid of it.
- Get rid of it?
- Burn it.
It's the safest best. As
soon as humanly possible.
If I were you, I'd take that
cash out to the yard right now
and consign it to
the fires of hell.
Jess.
This is something
you need to do.
What's wrong?
It pains me to bring
you this news.
It's Jess.
- Harry: What the hell is he doing?
- Harry.
Stop him before
someone sees him!
Look, look. Hey, hey.
And what then, huh?
A panicked man drowns both
himself and his savior.
No. You need to keep
yourself afloat.
The other day, I walk
into the bathroom.
He's talking to himself
in the mirror.
The man is ill, Harry.
- In the yard, burning money.
- ( distant bells tolling )
When Judgment Day comes, and
it most assuredly will,
he'll be in a hospital
eating Jell-O.
But you...
you'll be doing hard time.
Our neighbors' dog...
meanest thing on four legs.
Nobody could get near him.
But he sees Jess, and the
tail starts wagging.
I had a dog just
like that as a boy.
Damn near broke my heart
when we had to put him down.
I wouldn't even know who to talk
to about a thing like that.
$40,000, and I promise you
he won't feel a thing.
I'd prefer if you
waited by the car.
I'm supposed to go with
you no matter what.
That might prove
embarrassing for both of us.
I'll keep 10 paces behind you
and wait in the hallway.
That's the best I can do.
Very accommodating.
Sister Agnes: I can imagine
what you're thinking,
but I assure you I'm
only the messenger.
The bishop himself
has determined
that this... experiment
has run its course
and would prefer that the
hospital's resources
be applied to other areas,
effective immediately.
What about the women
who've been coming?
They will have to seek their
information elsewhere.
You needn't bother
with the chairs.
The cleaning staff
will move them out.
I suppose I should say that I...
I found a great deal of
what went on in here
very educational.
I feel like a German spy.
- Are those the dia...
- Shh, shh.
There's one for you and one for Mrs.
Shearer.
You can get it to her yourself.
You're pale. Are you
feeling all right?
Nothing I haven't
been through before.
Um...
this doesn't have to
happen in a hospital.
A storefront, an
upstairs office...
we could say anything
we wanted to there,
anything they needed to know.
That would get you
into trouble here.
Well, maybe this isn't
where I belong.
Your fiancée wouldn't be
very happy about that.
I don't know.
She's, uh, a bit like you,
telling me to put my
money where my mouth is.
Think about what I proposed.
I hate being told
what I can't do.
And the two of us...
I'd say we work
pretty well together.
We did, didn't we?
So tell me about this
dirty wop Rosetti.
What I'm hoping is that
you'll be able to
tell me about him.
I've never met the man.
I know that.
What I want is for you
to go to Tabor Heights,
cut a deal.
Well, that should take
all of 30 seconds.
It'd be worth its
weight in cow shit.
I sense you've dealt with
Italians before, Mr. McCoy.
And only will again because
it's you who's asking.
Agree to anything.
What I need is information...
the number of men, boats,
where they get their
suits pressed,
how they take their coffee.
What's the difference between
a catfish and an Italian?
What?
One's a filthy,
scum-sucking bottom-feeder
and the other is a fish.
I'll get up there tout suite.
Thanks for the drink.
( Music playing, chatter )
( doorbell jingles )
You come back now, yeah?
Yes.
Good afternoon.
At lunchtime I surprise my
customers with aquavit.
Very happy to drink.
I'm glad to hear that.
- What is?
- For you.
- Ah.
- It's from my wife's oven.
I believe you call it lefse.
Lefse, aquavit...
like I am back home.
I am sorry.
- Beg pardon?
- Call a taxi, mister?
I did not.
We got a car out front
waiting for you anyway.
They did not give me a choice.
Am I under arrest?
It's nice he has his grandma,
but everyone needs a dad,
especially a little boy.
You're right.
It's good he has you.
( Door opens )
No place else to go?
Dad, I invited Richard over.
You sniffing around
here like a dog?
I'll go get you some coffee.
I don't want any fuckin' coffee!
You know why he's here, don't you?
Huh?
You strutting around like
some mongrel bitch in heat.
Richard.
- Dad, stop.
- Shut up!
I'm still your father.
And I won't have you spreading
your legs for some sideshow freak.
Julia: No!
Stop it!
Stop!
Would you pay a
dime to see this?
- Get off me!
- Richard.
- Apologize.
- Fuck you!
Richard, please.
Apologize.
( Choking ) I'm sorry.
To her.
( Gasps )
( coughing )
( clock chiming )
( bell tolling )
Lucky: The money's just
to get us started.
Meyer and me, we'll take care
of everything after that.
All you gotta do is
sit back and collect.
-
It's what I say.
- Bom bom bom.
- ( chuckles )
That's bullshit.
And now you're being rude.
English, so my
partner understands.
You want English?
Fine.
If this such a good deal,
why you come to me, huh?
Why you don't go to
your socio in affari...
the other Jew, Rothstein?
Mr. Rothstein has reservations
about entering the heroin trade,
more than likely because
his business is suffering.
I got reservations, too...
like I no trust you.
This is a big step
for all of us.
We're confident that
time and familiarity
will change all that.
I no be so sure.
Mr. Rothstein's hesitancy
coupled with our
narrow time frame
make it necessary for us to
expand our search for a partner.
Naturally, we thought of you.
Naturally.
100,000.
What else do I get
besides a profit?
Nucky Thompson.
He's thinking about
making a move.
Make a move on me?
How you know this?
Do we have a deal or no?
Without friends who can
provide you with information,
how long do you think
your luck will hold out?
Fine.
We have deal.
You tell me, then,
what information you got
about Nucky Thompson.
( "Westminster
Quarters" playing )
Gyp: We meet here tonight.
Bill: 1,200 cases?
That's bigger than
Nucky's order.
Everything of mine is
bigger than Nucky's.
It's a lot of trips back
and forth to Rum Row.
- You got an army?
- With 17 boats?
More like a navy.
You'll have no problems.
Unless you run into one
of them rogue waves.
How's that?
My cousin Franco
grew up on boats.
The last captain lost
part of our shipment.
Franco said because
of rogue waves.
Well, yeah. At least that's
what it sounded like.
A shitty sailor, this guy.
More than likely
half in the bag.
I don't think so.
Oh, you don't?
Your boy's right.
When the winds shift
like the other night,
the sea can pretty much
have its way with you,
especially if you're busy
stirring up the fuckin' stars.
The fuck do I know?
My father laid
bricks for a living.
Not to worry, Mr. Rosetti.
The ocean and I have
an understanding.
You'll get your booze
on time and intact.
( Clock ticking, music playing )
Jess: Sorry about
this morning, Harry.
- It won't happen again.
- ( liquid pouring )
We all go a little
haywire at times.
You don't.
Not even when we were kids.
You knew what to
do, when to do it.
That twister back home...
remember that?
- In '85?
- It was a dark hour, wasn't it?
In the cellar with my folks,
the world being torn to pieces.
Poor Mary Shackelford.
They never even found her.
But what did we all do
the very next morning?
We... we...
We stepped into
the light of day,
picked up the pieces, moved on.
That's right.
I'm thinking maybe
it's time to retire.
Leave Washington?
We're not getting
any younger, Jess.
Fly-fishing, porch-sitting,
lazy days, busy doing nothing.
How does that sound?
I... I don't know what to say.
This... my heart
was never in it.
And as long as we're
being honest,
for a while now
neither was mine.
Now, you finish that chicken,
get some sleep.
It's amazing how much better
a good night's rest
will make you feel.
Margaret: ♪ Still I feel the
thrill of your charms ♪
♪ Lips that once were mine ♪
♪ Tender eyes that shine ♪
♪ They will light
my way tonight ♪
♪ I'll see you in my dreams. ♪
Sleep tight, my darling.
Sing it again, Mama.
And torture the poor mice?
Mom?
How long do we
have to stay here?
Not for much longer.
Soon we'll all leave and...
see what adventures await.
Emily misses our room and
there's no kitchen here.
As soon as they're
done with the repairs
back home.
Everything will be swell then.
Now get to sleep.
Good night, dear.
I'll be in later.
( Waves crashing )
Was there anyone waiting?
At home, I mean, after the war?
Jenny Hastings.
We rode horses together.
She'd write,
knit me a scarf.
Married my cousin
when I was in France.
I was 20.
He was 32.
A widower with three children.
We talked of marriage.
And then my brother
Freddy was killed,
and my dad...
Well, Douglas...
that was his name...
he married the daughter
of the man who ran the
telegraph office.
Had three more children.
I wish I could kiss you.
( Music playing )
( knocking at door )
- Owen?
- Chalky.
In the foyer.
- ( Door closes )
- Know who I am tonight?
What's that supposed to mean?
Had some trouble last time.
What do you want, Chalky?
Got cash behind me.
I'm gonna cut you proper.
Connections in the circuit...
New York, Chicago,
St. Louis, Kansas City.
I bring the acts in.
I guarantee it.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
A club... on the boardwalk
where Babette's used to was.
A Negro club?
Black on stage,
white in the house.
They doing it in Harlem.
Packing 'em in till
the small hours.
- This isn't Harlem.
- Ain't Japan neither.
But there a big hole out
there, money to be made.
I know it in my bones, Nucky.
And I is set to do it right.
Ain't gonna be no juke joint
with barrelhouse coming out.
This here gonna be elegant.
Tuxedos and "chandelabras."
Chandeliers.
I ain't got to spell
'em, just pay for 'em.
Nobody want to see
that wreck out there
and nobody wanna be
reminded what happened.
This an opportunity, a
chance for this town...
There's a dividing line.
There's a line and
you know that.
That line can move.
Chalky, I have other things
on my mind right now.
All you gotta do is say yes.
I'll take care of the rest.
I just told you how it is.
Why is that hard to understand?
You ain't the only
one be thinking.
- ( Sighs )
- ( door opens, closes )
( piano music playing )
See, I can understand a
fella gets lost once.
Things on his mind, gets
off the wrong L stop.
That can happen.
But twice?
- As I said, sir...
- You're one of O'Banion's.
I barely know the man.
That's why youse packing
iron at the yard last week?
Those were unusual
circumstances.
And so are these.
He's sending you selling whiskey
where you don't belong.
He... he doesn't know, sir.
How's that?
Mr. O'Banion,
he's unaware of my activities.
( laughs )
So what's he like... O'Banion?
Good to work for?
He has his peccadillos.
What's your name again?
George.
What am I gonna do
with you, George?
I got a few ideas.
"There was a man
in the land of Uz"
whose name was Job;
"and that man was
perfect and upright."
- What?
- "And one that feared"
God and eschewed evil."
What the hell are you on about?
Please, sir, I am
providing for a family.
I failed to eschew
evil, but I'm trying.
You tried five blocks
deep into my territory.
- Uh...
- Man: Shh.
Al: Right now you're
gonna pay me back.
- Yes, sir.
- Huh?
Yes, sir.
( Music resumes )
Tell me everything you know
about O'Banion's operation.
Jess! ( laughs )
You're awake at an
unsettled hour.
What are you doing here?
Uh, the attorney general
was detained by the
burdens of state.
Nonetheless, he
expressed concern
- regarding your well-being and...
- You're holding a gun.
( laughing ) Oh, yes.
Yes, indeed, I am.
Uh, I routinely carry a firearm
in the course of my
manifold duties.
"But why... why is it
unsheathed," you may well ask,
"in the confines of the
Park Wardman Hotel?"
- Well, now... now...
- How much is Harry paying you?
- On a weekly basis?
- To murder me.
( laughing ) Oh, now, Jess,
these are the fever dreams
of a restless imagination.
He called you in, he
looked you in the eye...
and he said, "I want you to..."
( sobbing ) Oh, my God.
Would you like me to
put the weapon away?
I'll just, uh...
and then raise my
hands, I guess.
Have you ever killed anyone?
Well, now, Jess, I'll
share a confidence.
I never actually have
brought down the curtain.
That is a hanging
offense, after all.
I'll show you how easy it is.
We want to be private.
And nobody comes in.
( Speaking Italian )
- Sure.
- ( speaking Italian )
( water dripping )
Yeah, let me get two.
( Door opens )
( soft music playing )
( seagulls screeching )
You're sitting in the dark.
Leave it, please.
This craziness should all
be over in a few days.
You don't believe me.
I didn't say anything.
I can't say I blame you,
the way I bollixed everything.
Is that the right word?
Is it bollixed?
You said it correctly
and quite appropriately as well.
I guess between you and Owen,
the old country is
starting to rub off.
I will make this up to you.
I promise.
It's a new start
from here on out.
It is.
You should get some rest.
Gyp: Every bottle
accounted for tonight.
That's 1,200 cases,
24 bottles per.
That's 28,800 bottles.
See? That's math.
That's useful.
That's what my father used
on account he laid bricks.
Built churches, bridges.
Came home at night, he
smelled like sweat,
not fish.
Broke his back, dead at 50.
Layin' around in a fuckin'
boat, he would have seen 100.
But not him.
Not fuckin' him.
Not like your father.
- Right, Franco?
- Please, Mr. Rosetti.
I'm a f... I'm a fuckin' idiot.
I'm sorry. Please.
Tonino!
For the love of Christ!
Gyp, Gyp, he's my
mother's brother's kid.
He didn't mean no disrespect.
He's just a fuckin' know-it-all.
Break his legs, anything.
Not this.
Please.
I'm begging you.
Gyp, he's my blood.
Fuckin' family, right?
Yeah, you know how it is.
Hey, you're a lucky
fella, Franco.
( Crying )
Give me that.
Because I respect you.
Ah!
( Bangs )
Fuck!
( Blows landing, Gyp shouting )
( panting )
Whoo!
You owe me.
( Footsteps approach )
Eddie: Nucky.
Nucky.
What the fuck do you want?
There is a delivery.
- What time is it?
- Almost 4:00 a.m.
What's going on?
- Nucky: Go back to bed.
- What's this?
Get back in your room.
Close it up.
Close it! Close it!
- Nucky: Margaret, don't...
- ( sobbing ) No!
Stop it, stop it.
Stop. Stop.
Margaret, stop, stop.
( Sobbing continues )
( seagulls screeching )
- ( knocking )
- Nucky: Margaret?
Margaret?
Margaret, open the door.
( Knocking )
Margaret?
( Knocking ) Margaret?
( Sobbing )
Margaret's voice: What's St.
Louis like?
Owen's voice: I haven't a clue.
But Emmet's a mate
from years back.
He'll set us on our feet.
And if it doesn't
suit us, we'll...
We'll live among the Indians.
Aye. Or give it a go at least.
And Katy?
I'll leave one morning,
tell her something that
sounds convincing,
and she'll never see me again.
Are you lying to me now?
Why are you asking that?
Because I need to know.
You don't trust me?
Tell me you're
different from him.
Those would just be words.
Then what do I have to go on?
I'm pregnant.
It's yours.
You can do as you choose.
Plans or no, I won't
hold you to them.
But say what you want,
as long as it's the truth.
The truth?
Well, I'd like it to be a boy.
( Door opens )
Nucky's looking for you.
Mrs. Thompson.
Mr. Sleater.
( Music playing )
( door closes )
♪ Lonely days are long ♪
♪ Twilight sings a song ♪
♪ Of the happiness
that used to be ♪
♪ Soon I'll find repose ♪
♪ And in dreams you're
always near to me ♪
♪ I'll see you in my dreams ♪
♪ Hold you in my dreams ♪
♪ Someone took you ♪
♪ Out of my arms ♪
♪ Still I feel ♪
♪ The thrill of your charms ♪
♪ Lips that once were mine ♪
♪ Tender eyes that shine ♪
♪ They will light ♪
♪ My way tonight ♪
♪ I'll see you in my dreams. ♪