Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 3, Episode 6 - Ging Gang Goolie - full transcript

I'm Margaret Schroeder,
Teddy's mother.

He was playing with matches

in a school full of children.

Esther: In my eight
years as a prosecutor

I have never seen a more blatant
example of witness tampering.

Objection.

The defense motion for
mistrial is granted.

- This case is dismissed without prejudice.
- ( Gavel bangs )

Already New Year's back home.

Give my best to Katy.

The payment is
placed in the bowl,



the client leaves, no
one has seen anybody.

What is going on with
Smith and Daugherty?

That would be another
conversation.

What would that cost?

Your costs exceed your revenue.

- Every business takes time.
- Don't you have a partner?

Mr. Luciano and I differ on
how the club should be run.

Then you have to resolve that.

I can't keep track of the money.

I don't remember who I lied
to or what lies I told them.

Your adversaries claim you're not
putting bootleggers in jail.

Tell Mr. Daugherty
to put one in jail.

- For Mr. Rosetti.
- I'll take it.

- Suit yourself.
- ( Gunshot )



( woman screams )

- ( gunshots )
- ( Grunts )

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

( Theme music playing )

( distant flames crackling )

( glass shattering )

Is something wrong?

- There's a fire.
- What?

( Glass shatters )

Go to your sister.

( Woman coughs )

Man: Another couple of
buckets of water over here.

Man ♪2: Watch your step.
It's a mess over there.

You needn't have come over.

I could hardly sleep
with all the to-do.

Was there anything
important inside?

I've no idea.

I never go in there.

Man: All right, the
back looks good.

I think everything's out there.

Do I look ridiculous?

Well, I think we both do.

I've looked around.
Nothing's out of sorts.

Did you think it might be?

Well, better to make
sure, isn't it?

Well, compost can
spontaneously combust.

How'd you come to know
that, Miss Predock?

It's just an odd fact, really.

Was there compost in there?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Whatever started it,
it burned fast.

Oily rags?

Owen: Well, young sir,
what did you see?

- The fire starting.
- And before that, though?

Nothing.

But if you saw the
fire starting,

you were already awake.

I was looking for the man.

What man?

The gypsy.

- Margaret: What are you talking about?
- He was here.

- Owen: In the garden?
- In the street this morning.

How do you know he was a gypsy?

He had his bag with him

for his gypsy things.

Owen: What was he doing?

Walking by the house.

Did you see him again tonight?

Time to get back to bed.

- Can't I stay up?
- Enough adventures for one day.

Off you go now.

( Teakettle whistling )

A man?

That he saw in the
morning on the street.

I wouldn't make too much of it.

- Then why is Gareth here?
- Precaution.

And precaution brought you
here at 2:00 in the morning?

Perhaps I wanted to see Miss
Predock in her nightgown.

That's an interesting
thing to say.

I'm here because Mr.
Thompson's away on business

and he asked me to look in.

Was it Gyp Rosetti?

- Who?
- The man Teddy saw.

We have his dog.

Mr. Rosetti's not a gypsy.

Mr. Thompson had some business
with him, but it's well concluded.

And he wouldn't bother with
setting fires in your yard.

Oily rags.

Unless you believe in the pooka

roaming the fields at night.

The pooka takes the
shape of a black horse.

Owen: He also appears
as a goat or a rabbit.

Margaret: And how would
a rabbit start a fire?

Owen: That's just my point.

You should have seen this place.

Swarming with state police.

Schwarzkopf himself
made use of my office.

- Who's that?
- The top banana, that's who.

- And where are they now?
- The troopers?

Well, they're gone.

There's nothing left
for them to do.

Now that your pal
Rosetti's flown the coop.

You think I wanted him here?

It was play nice or end up
a rib roast like Sickles.

11 men died and
you're making jokes?

A robbery... that's
all he said it'd be.

I had no idea, I swear.

You of all people... I mean,

I'm the sheriff, for
Christ's sakes.

He leave anything behind...
Rosetti?

- You mean besides the dead bodies?
- Mickey: Any hooch?

Any of our alcohol?

Not a drop.

He comes back, you see one hair

on his greasy fuckin' head,
you pick up the phone.

- You hear me?
- I swear, Eli, on my kids,

you'll be the first to know.

One more question...

is it true Rosetti was
wearing a dog collar?

( Giggles )

( taps window )

( car horn honking )

Hello?

Hello?

- Oh, you startled me.
- I'm sorry, I...

- is this room 404?
- Yes, sir.

I'm supposed to meet an
acquaintance, a Mr. Means.

There's no one here, sir.

The last guest checked
out last night.

- He did?
- Actually, it was a woman... French.

- You can still smell the perfume.
- Remus: Hello?

It appears we've been stood up.

Remus can see that.

If you'll forgive me, I do
need to get back to work.

Nucky: What do you make of this?

- Is it the right day?
- We can't both be wrong.

First Wednesday of every month.

- Did you call him?
- I don't have his number.

Remus does.

Then Remus should call.
What are you asking me for?

( Chuckles )

- ( phone plunger clacks )
- Long distance.

Washington DC.

Yes, I'll hold.

Something smells here.

Perfume, she said.

With Daugherty.

Harry's all right.

What rock have you been under?

There's a Senate subcommittee.

I'm sorry, sir, telephones
are for guests only.

- Yes, operator, I'm still here.
- Maid: Sir.

Shall I phone the
house detective?

Let's call from the lobby.

And give this flophouse
any more business?

I'm heading home.

He's from Cincinnati.

And so the braves were assembled
before Chief Running Deer,

the camp-fire blazing
in the darkness.

"Which of you stole the
horse?" the chief asked.

The first brave said, "Not I,"

as did the second
brave beside him.

They stood there in silence.

Then finally, the honest
Injun stepped forth

and told the truth,
admitting it was he.

Upon hearing this, the wise old
chief looked at the braves.

"My sons," he proclaimed,

pointing to the honest Injun,

"I have chosen your new chief."

Men: Hear, hear.

Thank you, Mr. Attorney General,

for that very
inspirational tale.

As I look out at the eager faces

- in this room today...
- You okay?

- I see the moral fiber of America.
- ( Jess whimpering )

You boys will be the
leaders of tomorrow.

And when one of you
youngsters becomes

the next Andrew Carnegie,
the next Babe Ruth...

maybe there's even a
Warren Harding among us...

you will recollect that the
values that brought you success

were instilled by the
Boy Scouts of America.

Well, it's all there in
the Scout Law, isn't it?

- ( Jess whimpers )
- A Scout is trustworthy, loyal.

A Scout is helpful,
friendly, courteous.

A Scout is kind, obedient,
pure of thought and deed.

How could we let
it get this far?

Brace up, Jess. Not here.

We stole, Harry. We stole.

Apart from the laws of God,

has a greater doctrine
ever been forged?

Man: Come on. Hear, hear!

( Sobbing, coughing )

Now, while we enjoy breakfast,

Troop 14 from Laurel, Maryland,

will serenade us with
a camp-fire favorite.

Jess isn't feeling well.
He got a bad sausage.

They undercook it,
it tends to spoil.

♪ Ging gang goolie goolie
goolie goolie watcha watcha ♪

♪ Ging gang goo, ging gang goo ♪

♪ Ging gang goolie goolie
goolie goolie watcha watcha ♪

♪ Ging gang goo, ging gang goo ♪

♪ Hayla... ♪

Margaret: You're
getting very skillful,

except for the K and the R.

The K is hard.

We can go over it after dinner.

- Shall we do that?
- ( Dog barking )

Teddy: Okay.

- ( Patting )
- Come sit beside me.

I know things are
difficult right now,

but we're all safe here.

There's nothing for you or
your sister to worry about.

What about the gypsy?

Why would he start a fire?

Because Daddy's not here.

He started the fire and your
father wasn't here to catch him?

Or because your father's not
here, he started a fire?

Can't Owen live here with us?

What? No.

Mr. Sleater works
for your father.

And that's not what we're
talking about right now.

The important thing to remember

is that we all
need to be careful

so that accidents
don't happen again.

Agreed?

It's not going to happen again.

All right, then.

After supper, we'll
tackle the K.

I don't know what your
split is with Gillian,

but I can guarantee
you this is better.

- 70-30, her favor.
- There you go, then.

This is a 50-50 deal.

You sell to the johns,
to the other girls.

And you smoke it like opium?

( laughs )

( kisses ) Sure, if you like.

You can sniff a little, too.

- Even shoot it.
- ( Snorts )

What the fuck?!

- You just barge in?
- Give me that.

And get dressed.

That's mine.

We have standards here, Charles.

Our girls don't peddle dope.

If they made any money,
they wouldn't have to.

You dress these whores
like schoolmarms.

It's tasteful, the way
things ought to be.

In any event, it
hasn't stopped you

from sampling the merchandise.

( laughs )

It's the 20th century, sweetie.

You wanna make a buck?

Have them start showing
a little skin.

Whatever would I do
without your advice?

( Door opens )

( sighs )

I gotta go.

I'll see you next
time I'm in town.

But unfortunately,
that won't be here.

Gather your things.
You're fired.

- What?
- Hey!

I'm part owner of this joint.

But it's my house, remember?

I thought it was Jimmy's.

Actually, you're right, it is.

( Chatter )

Man: What are you
hearing, any scuttlebutt?

I keep calling Jess Smith, but
I can't get a straight answer.

For 10 grand a month, you think
you'd at least get reassurance.

Well, I'm not paying
another dime.

Here's a new face. What
brings you to town?

Well, isn't this chummy?

We're in the middle
of a private meeting.

Well, now you're in the
middle of another one.

Remus has business that
doesn't concern you.

You get lost on your
way back to Ohio?

- I'll call you later, Nucky.
- I'm here now, Harry.

And I want answers.

Boys, give us a minute.

Your man Means didn't
show at the hotel.

- Something came up.
- And you couldn't pick up a phone?

How much trouble
are you in, Harry?

I told you, it's a witch hunt.

And your companion there looks like
he's about to be burned at the stake.

Jess is fine.

He's under a little
strain is all.

- These investigations...
- So who's the patsy,

the poor sap you're gonna
feed to the wolves?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You indicting me, Harry?

Don't be so dramatic.

That's not an answer.

I don't owe you one.

Indict Remus instead.

- That's never gonna happen.
- Why not?

Because Jess Smith would
be implicated, too.

He's the only one Remus
ever paid directly.

You'll save your lackey's ass
over someone who's given you

- hundreds of thousands of dollars?
- Hearsay.

I never accepted a red cent
from you, Mr. Thompson.

I delivered the
State of New Jersey

so your fucking puppet could
pretend to be president.

You're the only Republican
that voted, eh?

Harry, I swear to Christ,

if you bring me down,
you're coming with me...

lock, stock, and whiskey barrel.

Who do you think the American
people are gonna believe?

The Attorney General
of the United States

or a washed-up bootlegger
from New Jersey?

Well, I guess we'll
find out, won't we?

A rather frank
individual, isn't he?

Who could use a
lesson in civics.

Well, I shall endeavor
to do my best.

So they give Forbes the
boot and nothing changes.

The Veterans Bureau still
denied me benefits.

Coffers are empty, pal.

I have half a mind to
head down to Washington

and shit on the
White House lawn.

- ( Men laugh ) - Man: I'd
like to see you do that.

President Harding said
he'll take care of us.

- Shouldn't we give him a chance?
- ( Men scoff )

- Yeah, right.
- Man: Go backto Kansas, kid.

The Bureau give you disability?

'Course not. Why you
think he's here?

They said that my injuries
did not prevent me

from securing
gainful employment.

Jesus, what's it take?

- I say we start the petition like we said.
- Men: Yeah.

You finished with
the bellyaching?

Some of us would like a drink.

Yeah, I'll second that.

France... big fuckin' deal.

What's that supposed to mean?

- At least you were fighting white men.
- Aw, here we go.

- Our hero of the Philippines.
- ( Men laugh )

Bring democracy to the savages...
bullshit.

We fought that war
for the Sugar Trust.

- What?
- You're talking like a Bolshevik, mister.

Grow up, sonny. Get
your diaper changed.

Men: Oh!

- What are you looking at, Half Moon?
- Lay off, Sagorsky.

Drink your drink and shut up.

- Man: Shove it.
- Man ♪2: Yeah, shut up.

One of these days I'm gonna
teach you a lesson, son.

- Fight night's tomorrow, pops.
- Man: There you go.

- Farm boy's got a big trap.
- Man: Ooh.

I can make a fist, too.

You're pissing up
the wrong tree.

- Man: Do it.
- Tomorrow night, then.

Here's to you, boys.

Bunch of fuckin' saps.

- ( Men grumbling )
- Fuckin' asshole.

- ( Chatter )
- ( Announcement over P.A. )

And a pack of Luckies.

Keep it.

Help you fellas?

We were thinking maybe
we could help you.

Well, I have no bags, but
thank you very much.

- Day-tripper, huh?
- Stay awhile, see the sights.

Actually, I've got tickets for a
Broadway show tomorrow night.

- Eddie Cantor.
- Lincoln Memorial's finally finished.

I hear it's really something.

You gents with the
Chamber of Commerce?

- We're with the Justice Department.
- Harry Daugherty's outfit.

And you're bragging about that?

- What's in the bag, wisenheimer?
- Cough syrup.

Not feeling well?

I have a train, boys,
so if you don't mind...

We do mind, actually.

Well, gee,

this here's a violation
of the Volstead Act.

( Grunts )

Stick around, pal.

We got a nice, comfy
room for you,

courtesy of the
attorney general.

- ( Knocking at door )
- ( Margaret sighs ) Yes?

Sorry to disturb, ma'am.

Miss Predock is downstairs.

She is aware Mr. Sleater
doesn't live here, isn't she?

There's something she needs
to discuss with you.

What's going on?

I think he...

may have gotten lost.

He was over on my property.

Why?

Maybe we should talk.

Go sit in the parlor.

You're not to move
until I come for you.

- Understood?
- I need my bag.

We'll discuss that later.

Go on.

I don't mean to be melodramatic.

I... I was getting ready to go
back to Philadelphia for the week

and I just wanted to be sure...

well, oily rags and all that.

I found him in my garage.

- Doing what?
- He wouldn't say.

But...

Look, I loathe busybodies,

so not a word.

But if you ever want to talk,

I'm a good listener.

Yes. Thank you.

I didn't do it.

Do what?

Burn the greenhouse.

Why were you in Miss
Predock's garage?

( Dog barking )

You must have had a reason.

The man.

The gypsy man?

He was going to
light another fire.

- Why?
- Because he...

likes to burn
things up, I guess.

And what are these for?

I don't know what
to do with you.

You sneak about. You lie.

You destroy things.

You'll end up hurting people.

Do you think that's right?

Stand up.

Face away from me.

Now go to your room!

( Men cheering )

( laughing ) Come on, you
fuckin' powder puff.

- Is that all you got?

- ( Overlapping voices )
You got that mouth of his!

- Come on, Tuck, you got him!
- Come on, Tuck, baby!

Come on, hit him! Hit him!

That's it, Tuck! Come on!

( All shouting )

Come on, Tuck!

Man: Come on, baby, yeah!

Man: Give him a shot in the kisser!
Well done!

- That's it, baby!
- Man ♪2: Come on, he's nothing.

- Come on, give it to him!
- You kiss the Kaiser like that?

Man ♪3: Come on, Tuck!

Don't let him get a hit in!
Come on!

Man: Don't let him dance
around you, Tuck!

Come on, Tuck, give him one!

- Come on, sock him!
- ( Yelling )

- All: Oh!
- Man: Come on.

( Cheering stops )

Fuckin' tomato can!

Come on, get up, get up, get up!

( Men shouting )

Come on!

Man: Keep going, Tuck.
Don't give up!

Come on, Tuck.

Give it up, old man.
You got nothing left.

Man: The body, Tuck...
hit the body.

Man ♪2. Again. Hit him again.

Man ♪2: Come on, he's
just an old man.

Man ♪2: You'll show him now!
Attaboy!

Give it to him, Tuck!

( Men cheering )

That's how I kiss the Kaiser.

18 goddamn hours

without so much as
a telephone call.

A phone call?

We're lucky they even fed us.

Moldy cheese on stale bread...
you call this food?

Depends how hungry I am.

Alby Gold.

- Nucky Thompson.
- Nucky?

That's quite a moniker.

So what are you in for, Nucky?

An unquenchable thirst.

Me, I'm in the hooch
business, a wholesaler.

- Nabbed me with quite a haul.
- You don't say.

Almost five cases,

nearly an entire week's work.

I got a still in my basement.

Is it worth it?

I mean, there's gotta be
easier ways to make a buck.

If there are, I
haven't found any.

Say, um, you gonna eat that?

Sullivan, Goodheart,
McHugh, and Tinao,

you're up.

Catubig.

Beg pardon?

Catubig.

- It was a battle.
- Philippines.

We lost.

But do you think we
gave up the fight?

"To serve honestly
and faithfully

against all enemies."

( sighs )

Where's my bottle?

What's all this
bullshit about alcohol?

( Car approaches )

A man is willing to lay his
life down for his country,

you best let that man
have a goddamn drink.

His daughter's here.

( Sighs )

Dad, again?

I'm fine.

I should see the
other fella, right?

- I don't need any help!
- Of course not, Gentleman Jim.

You've got it all under control.

Thank you.

He's a bit of a handful.

You're welcome.

I'm Julia Sagorsky.

Richard Harrow.

Well, don't take any
wooden nickels.

- ( Engine starts )
- ♪ By the pure of the river ♪

♪ She is glazing ♪

♪ And I'm longing to see ♪

♪ My mountain pure ♪

♪ I am going home once more ♪

♪ To the loved one I adore ♪

♪ Down where the
silv'ry Mohawk flows ♪

♪ By the pure of the river ♪

♪ She is glazing ♪

♪ And I'm longing to see ♪

♪ My mountain pure ♪

♪ I am going home once more ♪

♪ To the loved one I adore ♪

♪ Down where the silv'ry
Mohawk flows. ♪

( Gavel bangs )

Docket number US 137-aught-4,

United States versus
Leon Bradford Wendover

for violation of Title II,
Section 3 of the Volstead Act.

- Miss Randolph?
- Mr. Wendover

was caught red-handed selling
10 cases of rye whiskey

to members of Phi Sigma Kappa.

Mr. Davidoff?

Your Honor, my client
has no knowledge...

Judge: Yes, yes.

I want you both up here now.

Your client's guilty.

- Your Honor, this hearing...
- Guilty.

The fine is $5.

- Let's move on.
- Sure, yes.

$5? Is this some sort of joke?

This entire undertaking

is sort of a joke,
wouldn't you say?

- Next!
- ( Gavel pounds )

Clerk: Docket number
US 137-aught-5.

United States versus
Enoch Malachi Thompson

for violation of Title II,
Section 3 of the Volstead Act.

Step up, please.

- Miss Randolph?
- One moment, Your Honor.

I wasn't aware this defendant was
being brought before you tonight.

First, let me say that Mr.Thompson
enjoys the dubious distinction

of being the premier bootlegger
in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

The People on a previous
occasion prosecuted Mr. Thompson

- for solicitation of murder, graft...
- Objection, Your Hon...

extortion, and multiple
violations of the Volstead Act.

We request a fine of $2,000

and a sentence of one year
in a federal penitentiary.

- Jesus Christ.
- Your Honor, my client is being charged

with possessing one
pint of liquor.

$5.

Your Honor, to allow
this man to simply...

Judge: Miss Randolph,
I sympathize

with your desire to bring
purpose to your life.

However, this courtroom is
not the place to do it.

Next.

Clerk: Docket number
US 137-aught-6.

United States versus
Albert Isaac Gold

for violation of Title II,
Section 3 of the Volstead Act.

Can you break a hundred?

- ( Music playing )
- Crowd: Whoa!

- ( Applause )
- Crowd: Bravo!

Barker: Here it is, all night.

Right here, starting right now.

We're going to bring
out the fire-eaters,

the snake girl, the
Indonesian midgets.

Watch the doorway.
Here they come.

We're gonna bring them out here...
all three...

so you can see what
they look like.

Here comes the Princess of Fire.

She's gonna swallow a little
fire for you right now.

Watch the doorway. Keep
your eyes wide open.

You don't want to
miss any of the acts.

It's all free.

Gonna do a little magic for you.

This was taught to me
by our master magician.

Just one of the 10 acts you're
gonna see on the inside.

Watch the bill, watch the bill.

Keep your eyes on that bill.

( Men laughing )

( chattering )

That's not true.

Somebody butt me.

Here.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Are you from Atlantic City?

Evansville, Indiana.

Here just looking for work.

- What's your name?
- Roger.

Roger McAllister.

Do you ever dream, Roger?

Well, sure.

I mean, who doesn't, right?

It's wonderful, isn't it?

A world where we're
safe and happy,

surrounded by those we love.

Uh, yeah.

I mean, I... I guess.

Dreams are where we should live.

But we have to live in life.

I know it's not proper
to talk to strange men.

No, no.

You remind me of someone.

- Man: Good night, Esther.
- Good night.

You know, haul me in there
another hundred thousand times,

you might actually put
a dent in my bankroll.

I only enforce the law.
I don't set the fines.

It was a joke.

Seeing you in handcuffs
already had me in stitches.

I'm guessing you don't have a
lot to laugh about these days.

Heading home?

Why would a man like you ask
me a question like that?

It's nearly 5:00
a.m., I'm hungry,

and I hate to eat alone.

Whatever it is, you
have to admit,

it's probably going
to be interesting.

( Music playing )

I thought you were hungry.

I'm fine with coffee.

But you go ahead.

You look like you need it.

You see yourself as some sort

of paterfamilias, don't you?

I didn't go to law school.

What does that mean?

The patriarch, the
provider, the boss.

Well, I was county treasurer,

but those days are gone.

"Where are the snows
of yesteryear?"

You've got a poetic side.

Yes, I'm all lace and potpourri.

You know, we do have
a common enemy.

- Surprise me.
- Harry Daugherty.

I assure you, the attorney
general and I get on quite well.

The Queen of the Night Court...

scourge of the saloonkeeper.

It's an honest living.

But not what you had in mind
when you accepted a position

with the attorney
general's office.

I finally got you convicted.

I don't think either of us

will see that as
our finest hour.

Is there a particular point
you're trying to make?

Your boss is going to indict me

to save his own skin.

- I'll root for the home team, then.
- Which team is that?

The one that set you up for
a fall in Atlantic City

and then blamed you
for bungling it?

Worked out pretty well for you.

But you had me on
the ropes, Esther.

And if you don't think
I was sweating,

- you're selling yourself short.
- I'm... flattered?

And here you are now
with a 20 ¢ breakfast,

intelligent, capable,
and invisible.

Is this where Eve gets
offered the apple?

It's where I offer
you George Remus.

- He...
- I know who George Remus is.

- Don't you think he belongs in jail?
- Instead of you?

He's the biggest
bootlegger in the country.

And I can give you his
entire operation.

He's directly connected
to Jess Smith.

And Smith connects to Daugherty.

Who, for that reason, would never
allow Remus to be prosecuted.

But if the whole ball of wax

was sanctioned by a
higher authority,

someone winds up with
a career-making case.

I'm $5 worth of trouble, Esther.

The real crooks are in an upstairs
office in the Justice Department.

That's quite an allegation.

I'm just telling you
what you already know.

President Harding would never
force Mr.Daugherty's hand.

- Unless someone made him.
- Such as?

I'm working on it.

Can we at least say that
I've piqued your interest?

What makes you think that?

You're still sitting here.

Maybe I'm just hungry.

Here's a chance to
fill your plate.

Esther: Say hello to Mrs.
Thompson for me.

- Gillian: That's it. That's it, baby.
- Yeah, yeah.

That's it.

Come on, baby.

( Gasps )

( gasping )

( kisses, sighs )

My God,

you've taken me back

to the way I used to feel.

Are you really 29?

Does it matter?

Ain't never made a
girl older than me.

But, hell, none of them make me
dizzy like you make me dizzy.

You're a gentlemen
above all else.

Shoot.

How long have you been
at this boardinghouse?

- A week on Friday.
- Then what?

Just about bust.

I can't afford another day.

- Unless you get a job.
- Yeah.

You... you got a
line on something?

I can ask around.

That'd be swell.

What do they call you back home?

How do you mean?

You have a nickname?

No, but... it's
just plain Roger.

- Well, I'm going to call you James.
- James.

Why James?

Because he was a king.

Margaret: Arkansas.

Little Rock.

- Colorado.
- You skipped one.

California.

What is the capital
of California?

Sacramento.

You're quite remarkable.

( Door opens )

Finish your breakfast.

( Kids chattering )

Sorry to interrupt.

Is something wrong?

No, not at all.

Just wanted you to know
we caught the man.

- What man?
- The vagrant.

He'd been sneaking about
the neighborhood,

breaking into yards,
sleeping where he can.

He lit the fire to keep warm
and it got out of hand.

Anyway, you won't be
seeing him again.

He...

what did you do?

It's all taken care of.

( Buzzing )

Mr. Harrow, good afternoon.

I don't mean to intrude.

Your father left his jacket.

This fell out the pocket.

It got scratched.

- Thank you.
- Is he feeling better?

He's asleep.

- I'd ask you in, but...
- No, I understand.

No.

I mean, Dad's going
through one of his moods.

I don't want to set
him off again.

This was my brother's... Fred.

He died in the Argonne

right before the armistice.

Mm.

My father can't forgive that.

Goes off to the Legion Hall

like he's going to find
Freddie just sitting there.

"Hi, Pop."

He gets himself
into these fights.

Mm.

You have family?

A sister.

Are you close?

We're close.

Then she's lucky
to have you back.

- Margaret over phone: Hello?
- Nucky: It's me.

I, uh, was detained in
Washington unexpectedly.

But I didn't want you to think I'm not
concerned about what's been going on.

Nothing has been going on.

You don't need to
be stoic about it.

A vagrant started a fire.

He's been caught and...

taken care of, I'm told.

The greenhouse can be repaired

if that's what you'd like.

That isn't important. But,
yes, have it repaired.

- Announcer: Final boarding
on track number seven...

- Margaret: What is important?

- ( Train horn blaring )
- I'm sorry, there's a lot of noise.

What did you say?

I asked you what you
think is important.

Look, I didn't call to...

The kids. The kids
are important.

Are they all right?

Margaret?

We're all fine.

Teddy's been protecting us.

Really?

Well, he's a brave little scout.

We should have a conversation

when you return.

- We don't have to.
- I think we do.

Things just can't go on being
every which way, can they?

They're calling my train.

Then you should rush.

- Mr. Murray?
- Ma'am?

That was just Mr.Thompson
on the phone.

He says you needn't concern
yourself with us anymore

now the danger's past.

You sure?

You've been a great comfort.

( Emily whispering )
Are you sleeping?

- ( Teddy whispering ) No.
- Tell me again.

It's just going to scare you.

It won't, I promise.

It's better when you say it.

The gypsy man, he
lives up the road.

He used to live some way...
somewhere else.

He lives there now.

Why is he so mean?

Because he used to be a rabbit,

but he got turned into a person.

And that made him angry.

And when he doesn't like
you, he burns you up.

Does he know about us?

He knows Daddy's not here.

What if he comes back?

Nothing's going
to happen to you.

How do you know?

He tries anything,

I'll stick him in
the face with this

and I'll kill him.

( Women laughing, chattering )

( music playing )

Pardon me.

Have we met?

Right.

You're the one who went
missing three days,

one of which was
my opening night.

If I told you where I've been,
you wouldn't believe me.

I'm sure you're right.

How'd it go?

"As the object of
Izzy's comic affection,

Billie Kent is heaven-sent."

"New York Evening Journal."

( chuckles )

Not bad.

I also got a business card.
Some movie director.

What's his name?

( Phone ringing )

My public simply
can't get enough.

Hey!

She's not here.

Gaston: Ah, but what great good
fortune you are, Mr. Thompson.

Gaston Bullock Means.

How'd you get this number?

Oh, your naughty
virgin's listed.

I do hope her hospitality
exceeds that of Miss Randolph.

Stale coffee in
some greasy spoon.

Actually, I invited her.

What do you want?

To merely offer my services.

As a fount of information
regarding a mutual...( chuckles )

I'm afraid the term "friend"
would be gilding the lily.

It would if you're referring
to Miss Randolph's boss.

Indeed I am.

Seems lately our Mr. Daugherty
can't retain any ally

except that blubbering
walrus Jess Smith.

And what would these
services set me back?

Well, the same 40,000 that
would now be gathering moss

at the bottom of my fishbowl
had I met you in New York.

That's a lot of money
for mere information.

What if, by fact, I could
introduce you and Miss Randolph

to an individual who could

cut the Gordian knot

that is your mutual conundrum
with the attorney general?

Tomorrow night, Atlantic City.

A suite at the Ritz
will be waiting.

I shall pack my very
best bathing costume.

Just bring whatever
you've got on Daugherty.

Big doings, Gus?

Nothing worth bringing up here.

( Banging )

( banging continues )

( phone ringing )

- Hello?
- Margaret: Katy?

- It's Mrs. Thompson.
- What time is it?

Late. Early.

I need Mr. Sleater.

I thought he was with you.

He certainly is not.

Sorry. I don't know where he...

( clicking )

( music playing )

( thunder rumbling )

Stay where you are!

This is how accidents happen.

What are you doing here?

Mr. Thompson called.

Concerned about you
and the children.

I know you sent Gareth away.

You gave me a fright.

( Chuckles ) You
gave it right back.

I just rang you.

( Thunder rumbles )

Here I am.

You heard something?

What?

To come out so.

I heard you.

Right.

Well, at least the
greenhouse is safe.

After you.

Could do with a lock on this.

To keep the vagrants out?

I wouldn't worry
much about them.

Was there even one
to begin with?

You can tell me.

He smelled real enough,
I promise you that.

( Thunder rumbling )

I thought Teddy
started the fire,

and I punished him.

Ah, you're his mom.

He'll forgive you.

I've done what I thought was
best and wound up here.

How did that happen?

There's questions best
left till morning.

Then why do we ask
ourselves them at night?

Ah.

Must be the pooka again.

Now you are trying to scare me.

And Katy's wondering
where you've got to.

The Royal Constabulary never
kept watch on me this closely.

- She doesn't want to lose you.
- Oh, aye.

Up there on the shelf

with the rest of
the Kewpie dolls.

Does she really?

And names for every one of them.

Good night.

Wait.

I don't think it's wise.

Don't we both know how
to keep a secret?

( Music playing )

♪ I wandered today to
the hill, Maggie ♪

♪ The creek and the
creaking old mill, Maggie ♪

♪ As we used to long ago ♪

♪ The green grove is gone
from the hill, Maggie ♪

♪ Where first the
daisies sprung ♪

♪ And the creaking old
mill is still, Maggie ♪

♪ Since you and I were young ♪

♪ And now we are aged
and grey, Maggie ♪

♪ And the trials of
life nearly done ♪

♪ Let us sing of the days
that are gone, Maggie ♪

♪ When you and I were young. ♪