Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 4, Episode 10 - White Horse Pike - full transcript

Ed Bader's up for reelection.

You know how he got to be mayor?

You wanted him to be.

You're going to
work at his office.

All I require is that you
keep your eyes and ears open.

I spoke to Rothstein.

Masseria squeezed him out
of the heroin business.

I should like to meet with Mr.
Masseria.

Petrucelli's the biggest importer
of heroin in the whole southeast.

Go back to Tampa.

Those trucks he send up
here with the rum...



maybe they carry
something for us, too.

- Say hello to Abe Redstone.
- Pleasure to make...

I will thank you in advance
for your discretion.

I'm assuming a
reciprocal arrangement

would be to your advantage?

- It would.
- Then until next time.

Mr. White is alive,

and you have crushed me.

Let me see you, girl.

Stand up. Stand your ass up!

Think about what comes
out of your mouth next

unless you are ready for a war
that you will fight alone.

We're agents of the
Bureau of Investigation.

Bring us your brother along with
the criminals he conspires with.



And your son stays a free man.

And you get to hold
on to what matters.

( Theme music playing )

- ( bicycle bell rings )
- ( laughter )

I don't know exactly
his position,

but he's bigtime over there.

- Knox: This is Balanchuk?
- Yeah.

And you've dealt with him
directly in Atlantic City?

Once or twice when he was Torrio's runner.
I don't know.

You don't know?

Not since he got bumped up.

Joseph Balanchuk.
What is that, Polish?

It's Ukrainian.

I thought Torrio only
worked with Italians.

Does he?

It's a syndicate,
for Christ's sake.

- Consisting of?
- Italians, sure.

All kinds of greaseballs.

Jews.

He's got this one, Jake
Guzik, runs his breweries.

But this Balanchuk, he's
high up the ladder?

Very high.

He's like Torrio's second.

- Bring it up here, will you?
- Right, boss.

Hungry?

My dad was a sea dog.

Tattoo of a mermaid
on his forearm.

See the world.

I bet that sounds pretty
good to you right now.

I know this is difficult.

But what you're doing
takes courage.

You're a good father.

( Music playing )

Get that. Come on. Let's
get that unloaded.

Let's go.

( Chatter )

( overlapping voices ) They
ain't gonna move themselves.

Come on, let's just give
me a hand over here.

Give me another barrel
of them oranges here.

- Go. We're done.
- All right.

- Almost there.
- How many more crates left?

- Just a few.
- You still here?

Ain't a mirage, lady.

Those trucks got to be on the
road in half an hour, McCoy.

I'm at sea for three weeks.

Just catching up with the boys.

That sort of look like a woman.

In the right light, I suppose.

How would you pole jockeys
know what a woman looks like?

Last call's over.
Move your asses.

You two still got them
full boxes here to load.

Let's go. Come on, get 'em out.

( Men speaking Italian )

Luciano: He'd sweat his
balls off in there.

( Petrucelli speaking Italian )

Should make Joe happy.

Tell him to come down next time.

Let's move it along. I'm
on a schedule, fellas.

Keep an eye on these finocchi.

Caught one of them trying
to steal some of our hooch.

( Speaking Italian )

( metal clanks )

( phone ringing )

Nucky: You were supposed to
call me three hours ago.

Sally: You miss me? Aw, shucks.

This is business, which
runs on a schedule.

You call me just to say hello.

Nucky: Is that what this is?

No. Something's wrong.

Sid: Nuck, I'm hanging up now.

What is it?

Sid: I said I'm hanging up.

I wasn't talking to you!

So what's the problem? Tell me.

Sally: That wop you're in
bed with, Petrucelli...

He's pulling a fast one.

How so?

Turns out, rum ain't the
only thing you're running.

Him and the other ones,
Luciano and his partner...

Lansky.

- Who's there?
- McCoy.

He's with me. Anyway...

turns out they're stashing
heroin in with your hooch

and trucking it north.

And you know this how?

A girl has her ways.

- You tell anyone besides McCoy?
- ( laughs )

I prefer to live near
the swamp, not in it.

- Well, keep him close by.
- Do I have to?

Yes.

And, Sally, I owe you one.

And don't think I
don't know it, sport.

- ( Chatter )
- ( music playing )

( laughter )

- June: From our wedding.
- ( laughter )

- Knox: Said how he's too old.
- ( others laugh ) Aw.

What are you doing here?

I like to know what my
clients are insuring.

Keeps me inspired.

I understand you've
bought a policy.

Knox: Whole life.

When it matures, you'll be sitting
on a nice little nest egg.

Let's hope it doesn't hatch.

( laughs )

Quite a boy you've got here.

Left college to take a position
with the mayor's office?

That's what I call gumption.

What is it you want
exactly, Mr...

Balanchuk.

I recently transferred
from the Chicago office.

Mr. Balanchuk.

I just need to go over a few documents
and I'll be out of your hair.

We'll move into the kitchen,
give you some privacy.

You should thank your father.

He knows that in an instant,

tragedy can strike and
everything a man's worked for,

everything he loves,
everything he holds dear...

( snaps fingers ) can be gone.

Get to work now, huh?

Yes, sir.

You come to my fuckin' house?

Joseph Balanchuk has
been dead for two years.

John Torrio paid
for his funeral.

They don't update
me on turnover.

Playing me for a chump?

You asked what I know.
That's what I know.

Next time, know better.

Or as God is my judge,

that bright-eyed
young son of yours

will be breaking
rocks up at Trenton.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Just a spill.

That was some good coffee.
Thank you.

( Machines chugging )

- ( phones ringing )
- Price still hasn't come in yet.

Yes, please hold for Mrs. Rohan.

Hello? Yes, this is she.

I'm calling in regard

to your advertisement
in the "Herald."

The apartments in Inwood.

No, I am unmarried.

Recently widowed, actually.

A personal tour would be grand.

( Pencil snaps )

And in terms of rent, is that...

I...

I'm sorry. I'll have
to call you back.

Changing your residence?

I... just considering
my options.

Mr. Bennett is still at lunch.

May I get you something, Mr.
Redstone?

Have you any milk?

Certainly.

May I inquire as to your salary, Mrs.
Rohan?

$11 per week.

With the occasional bonus
for good performance.

That's $572 annually

with a prospective yearly
rental of over half that.

I imagine you're frugal,

but subtracting for the grocer,

transportation, clothing,
sundries and what have you,

it seems these
particular quarters

are above your means.

I fail to see what
business this is of yours.

May I offer you
some free advice?

Is there anything more
expensive in the world?

Forget this place and call me.

I own several buildings uptown.

Perhaps I could steer you

to more suitable accommodations.

In exchange for what?

Your boss, Mr. Bennett,

he and his ilk are
systematically driving down

the price of Anaconda
Realty stock,

in which I'm invested.

Soon, no doubt, they
plan on buying it back.

I need to know
when this happens.

I could lose my job.

Yes, you could.

Or perhaps gain
something better.

( laughs ) Come on,
Abe, quit flirting.

Hello, Robert.

Nice chatting with you, Mrs.
Rohan.

Bennett: Got something
special coming in.

You're the first
person I thought of.

He show his face around here,

him or one of his boys, you
get word to me right quick.

Ain't seen a hair of the
doctor since the other night.

Ain't heard his
speechifying neither.

His jabbering days
be over soon enough.

Tonight we pay a visit
down the Northside

- and see how he...
- ( trash clatters )

Back in the kitchen, ofay.

This here private.

So this here the new
dishwasher Nucky hire?

Half-face white boy
taking our jobs.

Well, the way I see it,

one man got as much right
to eat as another.

And this here man
a friend of mine.

Mr. Harrow.

Mr. White.

You need something,
you look me up.

Tonight, over at UNIA.

We wait till after dark.

Ain't nobody gonna be there
but Narcisse and his men.

So he's running, being chased

through these giant flowerpots,

and he's jumping and
bouncing in and out

like he's got springs
in his shoes.

- ( Giggles )
- What? Who was?

Douglas Fairbanks.
Ain't you listening?

Hey, Nuck,

you see "The Thief of Bagdad"?

You've got time to
go to the pictures?

No.

Just, you know.

I need you to take some men,

head out to the
White Horse Pike.

Mickey: What's out there?

A convoy of trucks heading
from Tampa to New York.

- You want me to stop it?
- Yes.

And find the heroin Petrucelli's
piggybacking with our rum.

Petrucelli's in
business with Masseria?

Masseria, Luciano, Lansky.

- Jesus.
- This kid, this fucking Luciano.

Should have let me plug him years
ago when I had the chance.

First, let's make
sure it's true.

Bring Knox and a
couple of his men.

Flash some tin, less
likely to get messy.

Just get it done.

Ralph: You take
everything north of 22nd.

That's 84 speaks in total.

Up to or including Madison?

( Sniffling ) Include it.

Let Hymie Weiss try and
tell you otherwise.

Johnny, hey. Thought
you'd gone already.

- Who's this?
- George.

From the flower shop. I told
you about him, didn't I?

No.

Sir, he helped us arrange
O'Banion's retirement party.

No, that was a
disgruntled customer.

Half a fin for a dozen roses...

You get 'em home, they're
already wilting.

Drive any fella to murder.
( laughs )

George here's gonna be
taking over my collections.

Yeah, I'm moving Ralphie up.

Oh, you are?

So's I can run the
distribution more hands-on.

And what'll I be doing?

Come again?

While your hands are
on the distribution,

what will I be doing?

Whatever you want. I mean,

I ain't gonna squeeze
you out or nothing.

You wouldn't squeeze me
out of my own operation?

- That is very generous of you.
- You know what I mean.

I mean, I know you
like to relax.

I got people coming
up behind me.

They're, what do you
call it, ambitious.

I've been meaning to talk
to you about this anyway.

So talk.

( Sniffles )

We had discussions, you
and me, about the future

when you got back from Italy.

Expanding my role
when you retire.

But I ain't retiring, Al.

No.

Right.

Of course.

I know that.

Someday. Eventually.

I'm gonna go. It's good
you're thinking ahead.

( Chattering )

I remind you all once again

that our other business
must be kept far away...

Doctor.

- Man: Watch out!
- ( people screaming )

Man: Get down! Get down!

Come on, let's go.

Chalky...

- Go! Go!
- ( engine revving )

- ( gun clicks )
- ( growling )

C. Auguste Dupin.

I don't know him.

He's fictional. A detective.

"The Murders in the Rue Morgue."

Right.

Those stories are the reason I
wanted to join law enforcement.

You've handled yourself well.

I'm sure you were a good cop.

Are we friends now?

Dinner bell.

You don't have to
be my pal, Eli.

I mean, heck, I don't
even think you like me.

But really, this doesn't
have to be so bad.

- ( Overlapping voices ) Okay, fellas.
- ( chatter )

- Fan it out. Let's go.
- All right.

- Man: Hold up.
- ( engine stops )

Selby: Stay where you are, sir.

Eli, what the fuck is this?

- Knox: Search the trucks.
- Man ♪2: Move!

Since when did you start
riding with the help?

You want to tell me what's transpiring
here? We're already behind.

( Chatter )

It's none of your business
what we got in there.

Is there a problem, Agent Selby?

This wise head won't
get out of the way.

Perhaps you're using
the wrong approach.

Step aside, please.

Tell it to Joe the boss.

Why don't you relay
the message instead?

( Men shouting )

Any other objections?

Man ♪3: No, sir. No, sir.

All right, all right. All right.

Open up. Open up.

Was that necessary?

You heard the man.
They're already behind.

Take your time, by all means.

And before this gets any
further out of hand,

please tell me how I
can be of assistance.

We understand you're
carrying more than rum.

If we are, that's beyond any
personal knowledge I have

- of the situation.
- ( whistles )

( music playing )

( music continues )

( knocking )

Dr. Narcisse.

Chalky White.

Sid: I told him he
wasn't here, boss.

You don't tell Dr.
Narcisse anything.

He's not.

Now you've heard
it from me, so...

He came at me. I want him dead.

- Came at you how?
- With a pistol.

He and his men killed
three of mine.

- This happened tonight?
- And tonight it ends.

What you yourself began.

Dead!

I will cut him from
nave to chaps.

You'll find the
meat tough, Doctor.

Tell me where he is or don't.

Your choice.

Dr. Narcisse,

there's something I've
been meaning to ask you

for quite some time.

Who the fuck do you
think you are?

( Growls )

Cast your lot? Is it so?

Your leaving on your
feet or on your back

is entirely up to you.

So don't make a mistake.

- You ready for this?
- Just say.

I'll put one in this
burrhead right now.

Mr. Thompson, he not
ready for this.

Don't be so sure.

I told you, I don't
know where Chalky is.

You've got problems with him,

take it up with him.

Now get the fuck out of my club.

When I run him through,

watch the light go out,

I hope he knows what a
friend he had in you.

You sure this copacetic?

I ain't never fought
no war but my own.

They're painting
the Legion hall.

You'll be safe here
through the weekend.

Went straight through.

How you know that?

I've been around many people

who've been shot.

( Knocking )

It's your friend.

Oh, my God.

What did he do?

De-Ernie: Brought her directly, Mr.
White.

Ain't nobody follow y'all?

( Groans )

You go on now. Make
the midnight show

so they ain't suspicious.

Yes, sir.

You go, too.

I'll be fine.

He'll come after you, you know.

Come after us.

Let him come.

Can you even raise your arm?

( Water dripping )

( man and woman shouting )

- ( clank )
- ( woman screaming )

- ( baby crying )
- ( argument continues )

( man's voice fades )

- ( door slams )
- ( baby crying )

- ( women laughing )
- ( dogs barking )

( seagulls screeching )

You come to me
practically begging,

some wet-behind-the-ears
little shit.

Nucky...

You assure me your
intentions are honorable,

that you and your partner have
big plans for the future.

- If you'd just let me speak...
- I let you in on the deal.

Things are going great

and what do you do the
second you get the chance?

- Mr. Thompson...
- You stick it up my fucking ass.

We were coerced, Charlie and I.

By Masseria.

He found out about Tampa
from his cousin...

Petrucelli.

Then realized he could
use it to his advantage.

As did you and your
greaseball partner.

He would have killed us
if we didn't go along.

You think I fucking won't?

I know that is a
distinct possibility,

though I do pray to God
it doesn't happen.

If it were strictly
up to me, sir,

I'd have nothing to
do with narcotics.

There is plenty of money in
liquor, which is a much safer

and eminently more
socially acceptable...

You've got two seconds
to drop the fucking

Boy Scout routine or
you're going in that hole.

( Sobbing )

There's a fortune to
be made in heroin.

Millions and
millions of dollars.

Now I don't know about you,

but the way I saw it, it was the
same life I was risking either way.

I'm begging you, Mr.
Thompson. Please.

What would you have
done if you were me?

- You're going to call him.
- Call who?

Masseria. If he'd
like to see you

or his heroin ever again,

tell him to get his
ass down here.

( Exhales )

Sid: Chalky White
left a message.

Says it's urgent.

You're set for 2:00
with the Palm Court.

Mr. Murphy is running
five minutes late.

Remind me to stick
it to him later.

And do me a favor.

Make sure these trade
confirmations get filed.

Anaconda Realty?

Redstone, some of
these other dubs,

they're down by 80%.

I'll tell you, they say
these kikes are smart.

Well, this one's
dumb as a doornail

with the deepest pockets
I've ever seen.

They're no match for you, sir.

They're greedy, every
last one of them.

Redstone included.

Thinks he can get rich
without doing a thing.

Well, the more fool him.

I'd like to take the new
Duesenberg for a test drive.

There's a number for a
salesman on my desk somewhere.

Consider it done.

That's what Valentino
drives, you know.

Oh.

It's warm,

but it's all I can find.

They keep the rest locked up.

It's fine, thank you.

How we get to Narcisse?

May we have some
privacy, please?

Of course.

Are you thinking straight
about any of this?

She put the knife
in Purnsley back.

He came to see me last night.
Narcisse.

- What he offer?
- It doesn't matter.

But what he wants
is you on a slab.

What you want?

I can tell you
what I don't want,

and that's a fucking war.

You okay?

Been worse.

You've been better, too.

So push come to shove,

what happen then?

I'm here, aren't I?

You said you ain't want no war.

I don't want the trots either,

but when I get them,
I deal with it.

You know, someone once told me

all of man's problems
come from his inability

to just sit in a room.

Doing that right now.

Then I suppose your
troubles are over.

Don't do anything until
you hear from me.

Bader: and as a devoted friend

of the good and decent
people of the Northside,

I vow this...

Neither I nor the members
of the sheriff's department

will rest until every last one
of the cowardly perpetrators

of this heinous attack
are brought to justice.

Thank you.

- ( Reporters clamoring )
- Mr. Mayor, is it true

Chalky White is being
sought for questioning?

Mr. Mayor, will the city
rebuild the UNIA office?

( Reporters continue shouting )

Man: Harry, help
me with this lamp.

Harry: All right, got it.

Ah, Nucky Thompson.

Always a pleasure.

- Perhaps for you.
- ( Masseria laughs )

Things look different
during the day, no?

You see all the...

How you say?

The flaws.

I've always preferred
bringing things to light.

Meyer, now why you so blue?

It could have something to do with
the heroin you had him import.

Ah, si. He mention this
to me when he called.

So what do you have
to say for yourself?

We wait, huh?

What partner?

Forgive me my tardiness.

It is a quality I
deplore in others.

Ah, no. We just get started.

What the hell is going on?

The world is going on, Mr.
Thompson.

Without you, depending on
what passes here today.

You two are partners?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

As you've deduced, I
am deeply entrenched

in the business of
providing heroin

to those wretched
souls who desire it.

Mr. Masseria and I have recently
embarked on an arrangement

wherein he will supply me
with product via Tampa.

Using my trucks for delivery.

- So you see.
- We do business already, the three of us.

And if I don't like it?

Narcisse: I should
paint you a picture,

but I assure you it
would not be pretty.

There is money to be made, Mr.
Thompson.

A very great deal of it.

I will not be your friend,

but I will be an able partner.

One far more dependable than
you've ever had before.

- Just like that?
- No.

I will require your full
support on the Northside

to include you delivering your Mr.
White

to me personally.

This is nonnegotiable.

What do I get?

What do you want?

For starters, I want
my fucking share.

One third of any heroin
already imported.

And one third of any
imported in the future.

So we have struck
a bargain, then?

Yes.

You will not be sorry, Mr.
Thompson.

I see great days ahead.

Woman: The mayor will be right
with you, Mr. Thompson.

- Anything from Knox?
- Can't find him.

Woman: Please hold
for Mayor Bader.

- Bader: Hello?
- Ed, it's me.

- Nucky.
- Listen to me clearly.

This is an emergency.

I need you to send two
sheriff's deputies

to get Chalky White out of town.

Okay.

( laughter )

Fella goes to a drugstore
to buy rubbers.

The guy goes, "You
want a bag with that?"

Fella says, "No, thanks,
she ain't that ugly."

( laughing )

How do you make your wife
scream while you're having sex?

Call her, tell her about it.

( laughing )

Torrio: All right.

All right, I'm heading out.

Johnny, stay. Have a drink.

I'll catch your matinee
performance tomorrow.

Another round.

- What's that called?
- Tom Collins.

- I'll kill that bum.
- Oh.

( Phone ringing )

What's a good bar and a
good woman have in common?

Al: I don't know.

Liquor in the front,
poker in the back.

( laughing )

You've never...?

Al, you got a call.

( Snorting ) Who is it?

- He didn't say.
- Take a message.

Said it's important.

I'll take it in there. Come on.

( Sniffling )

- Hello.
- Man: This Al?

- ( Gasps, laughs )
- Yeah, who's this?

Man: Never mind who it is.

Yeah? Then what the
fuck do you want?

Man: Nothing. I was just
calling to say good-bye.

Al: Huh?

Down! Get down!

( Screaming )

( screaming )

( women screaming, crying )

Ralph! Ralphie!

You okay?

Ralph: I'm all right.

Oh, my God!

Sweet, merciful Jesus.

Oh, my God.

- ( Crying )
- Man: Come on, come on.

Well, lucky for John he
left when he did, huh?

Huh?

You okay?

( Blows nose )

Are you sure I can't offer
you something else?

I'm fine, thank you. Please.

( Sighs ) I'm too
nervous to eat.

You needn't worry.
I'm a married man.

You must be joking.

I am.

Though what would Mr.
Thompson think?

He can think what he wants.

My life is my own.

Not that this is that.

This is business.

Drink your tea. It
settles the nerves.

It's impossible to get ahead.

And believe me, I've tried.

I work hard, I save my...

You owe no one any
explanations, Miss Rohan.

Mr. Bennett...

Mr. Bennett is a criminal
no different than...

Than me?

I was going to say my husband.

Though to be fair,

one could paint me
with that same brush.

Anaconda Realty.

Mr. Bennett and his
partners own the company.

He bought more shares
this afternoon.

You should do so yourself
as soon as possible.

30,000 shares preferred stock.

You shouldn't sell
until he does.

I'll let you know
when that happens.

In return for what?

A rent-free apartment

guaranteed for five years.

A safe neighborhood

with rooms for the children.

You'll accept nothing from Mr.
Thompson,

yet you will from me?

I earned this.

And when it's over,
I owe you nothing.

We have a deal.

Very well.

I've never done business
with a woman before.

Well, how did you like it?

Quite the treat.

You got peoples anywhere?

Just here in this room.

You?

You stay here,
wait till morning.

Catch a train out west.

You'll be safe there.

I'm going wherever you go.

( Cars approaching )

They're here.

Mr. White? Climb in the back.

Crouch down a little.

Uncle Nucky.

Will, what are you doing here?

I tried to call.
The line was busy.

Want a drink?

What's wrong?

Earlier today the mayor
gave a press conference.

I saw the afternoon paper.

Well, afterwards
he had a meeting.

This colored doctor
from the Northside.

- Narcisse?
- I don't know.

He had a beard. Suit
cost more than...

- What did they talk about?
- I couldn't hear,

but they were in Bader's
office for over an hour.

Get me the American
Legion Hall on Pacific.

♪ I'm going down to
the river of Jordan ♪

♪ Oh, yes

♪ I'm going down to
the river of Jordan ♪

♪ One of these
days, hallelujah ♪

♪ I'm going down to the
river of Jordan... ♪

Thought we was going to Philly.

We are. Like I said.

Missed the turnoff back there.

That right?

Doing some work on that road.

Taking a different route.

♪ I'm gonna eat at
the welcome table ♪

♪ One of these days,
hallelujah... ♪

( Groans )

- You all right?
- Yeah. Shoulder.

Hurt a touch.

You'll feel better
with some sleep.

Maybe I'll close
my eyes a while.

♪ I'm gonna put on
silver slippers ♪

♪ Oh, yes

♪ I'm gonna put on
silver slippers ♪

♪ One of these
days, hallelujah ♪

♪ I'm gonna put on
silver slippers ♪

♪ I'm gonna put on silver
slippers one of these days... ♪

( Screams )

- ( all grunting )
- Daughter: No!

- ( Groaning )
- ( gunshot )

Oh, damn!

- ( Choking )
- Chalky: Steer the car!

( Neck snaps )

( panting )

Chalky: Help me get him out.

Agent P-138: Carnegie
Hall, one month ago.

Nearly 3,000 Negroes in
attendance to see Garvey.

If anything, his arrest has
made him more popular.

Man to his left, that Patterson?

Yes, sir.

We can't get any more
inside than him.

Pathetic, isn't it?

They join his club,

attend his mandatory outings.

In exchange, he sells them
uniforms signifying nothing,

with the profits being
used to fund his appeal.

That man has done more
damage free on bail

than most criminals
achieve in a lifetime.

3,000 Negroes with ideas
in their heads...

That's a threat worth
worrying about.

Your tail's wagging, Jim.

I got our weak link.

Nucky Thompson...

His brother Eli.

We backed him into a corner.

He's going to connect all
the dots for us, Edgar.

Our man in Harlem.

I may need you from time to time

to nourish that relationship.

Yes, Mr. Director.

What is this?

I'm late for a debriefing.

Yes, of course, sir.

( Music playing )

Since when are you so shy?

This isn't the
right place to be.

Do you just want to
sit at home moping?

What do you have to
be so happy about?

Tonight? Nothing at all.

That's why we're here.

Boardwalk Slim.

We just commencing. ( laughs )

Sit anywhere you want.

We're allowed to?

After hours.

It's all just us here.

Go on. That's what
you came here for.

♪ Ba-ba-dee-da-da

♪ Ba-ba-dee-da-da

♪ Ba-ba-dee-da-da

♪ Ba-ba-dee-da-da

♪ Ba-ba-dee-da-da...

I'm sorry.

Just lying down for a minute.

No need to apologize.

It's an intoxicating brew...

The music, the
smoke, the alcohol.

I haven't had anything.

What's stopping you?

Not in the mood, I suppose.

At times, it seems all there is

is us and our unhappiness.

This is one of those times.

Sit. Please.

You're not with the musicians.

No.

I came with my brother.

That's him playing with Mr.
Coates.

You are Mr. White's child?

You know him?

We are intimately associated.

Richard Pastor.

Maybelle White.

No wonder he's so proud.

Do you know where he is?

Alas, no.

I've heard the rumors,

the lies.

And beneath it all,

the old drumbeat of injustice.

Mother won't even
get out of bed.

And you are to be
married, are you not?

Not as of 3:00 this afternoon.

Samuel wasn't even there.

His father told me. I
think he enjoyed it.

Why must it be the
daughters who suffer?

That's the funny thing.
I'm not suffering.

I'm...

I don't know what I am.

Except something I'm
not supposed to be.

Dangerous...

for people like us.

Like us?

To be what we are,

where we are,

and dare to stand free,

what could be more lonely?

I was supposed to come
here to forget things.

( Tisks )

Then go

and forget.

What the fuck's going on?

You've got the Seventh
Regiment out there.

Bader's turned. He's
in Narcisse's pocket.

What?

You reach anyone yet?

He's locked inside his office

preparing a statement.

Word is two deputies
are dead on the Pike.

Why are you here?

Nucky: He's doing his job, Eli.

Why else would I put
him next to Bader?

You need to leave this room.

He's already heard it all.

This is the life you want?

Pop, isn't it what we do?

All right.

Let's get it sorted out.

( Waves crashing )

♪ One of these
days, hallelujah ♪

♪ I'm going down to
the river of Jordan ♪

♪ I'm going down to
the river of Jordan ♪

♪ One of these days

♪ I'm gonna eat at
the welcome table ♪

♪ Oh, yes

♪ I'm gonna eat at
the welcome table ♪

♪ One of these
days, hallelujah ♪

♪ I'm gonna eat at
the welcome table ♪

♪ I'm gonna eat at
the welcome table ♪

♪ One of these days

♪ I'm gonna put on
silver slippers ♪

♪ Oh, yes

♪ I'm gonna put on
silver slippers ♪

♪ One of these
days, hallelujah ♪

♪ I'm gonna put on
silver slippers ♪

♪ I'm gonna put on
silver slippers ♪

♪ One of these days.