Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 4, Episode 12 - Farewell Daddy Blues - full transcript

I think you're lying to me.

That's a hell of a thing to say.

Prove you're not.

I'm waiting.

You're a tired businessman?

Is that what I said? I meant retired.

I give up.

Another pillow under my ankles,
honey. And make it quick.

I think I'll let you do the talking down there.

What do you plan to do all day?

After today I'm not making plans.



What's your plan today?

The last business I need to do.

You know, sitting around quietly
isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Nuck.

What?

I said, sitting by yourself...

- I'm on the phone, God damn it.
- So am I, Sparky.

I'm sorry, it's just that, uh...

Look, I like a man of few words, but...

Let me call you back.

Facedown on the floor.

Chalky, I looked all over for you.

You find me.

- Whatever you think...
- Here it come now.



- I had nothing...
- Who sitting in my club?

- You have to understand...
- Answer the question.

Narcisse.

And who you cutting deals with?

Say it.

- Narcisse.
- Mmm, mmm, mmm.

So he your nigger now, that right?

Not right.

So you his nigger.

I think I like that better.

It's not what you think.
I tried to stop it. I didn't know...

What I don't want to hear from you,

words.

Outside my house last night,

family inside and I can't even go in.

Wearing another man's clothes.

Standing here with my friend.

You have to trust me. I promise...

I don't have to do nothing you ask,
nohow, nowhere.

Then what is it you want?

Narcisse.

You've got to believe me, Chalky.

We want the same thing.

Oh, I know you want it now.

Your regular team plus
eight additional agents?

- These men are dangerous.
- How many are there?

Four, counting Thompson.

Each with an armed guard,
most likely more than one.

You've actually pulled this off?

You seem surprised, Edgar.

Organized crime?

I'm merely exhibiting a healthy skepticism.

Is that what it is?

What are you implying?

That ever since the first week of law school,

you've been rooting for me to fail.

Sir.

The US Attorney has arrived.

Marcus Garvey.

They're ruling on his appeal within the month.

Congratulations, Edgar.

Well, we're not popping the corks just yet.

Eight additional agents.

Say, Jim.

I think it's time,

considering the respect
the position deserves,

you begin referring to me as Director Hoover.

And when you heard these
cries for help, what did you do?

I went down...

I'm sorry, sir, I do need you to speak up.

I went down the hall

into the bathroom.

And at what time did you form the opinion

that the body was not
that of James Darmody?

Mmm, not an opinion.

I beg your pardon?

It was not an opinion.

I fought beside him.

You don't forget that.

Ever.

Thank you, Mr. Harrow. No further questions.

I, uh...

Begging the pardon of the court,

I only received
the particulars of this case last...

I notice you're wearing glasses,
Mr. Harold... Harrow.

Are they for cosmetic purposes?

What?

Are they for reasons of vanity
or do you need them to see?

They Keep--

Your Honor, what's the point
of a hearing if the witness...

Sir, I remind you
to speak as loudly as you're able.

They keep my face on.

- A real hero.
- Shame.

Yes, all right.

So are we to believe
that the vision of your remaining eye...

Badgering, Your Honor.

...is more reliable than
that of Mr. Darmody's own mother?

I know what happened.

I know what I saw.

I know.

Your Honor, a duly
certified death record has already...

A jerry-rigged death record, Your Honor.

And surely my client's veracity
as to the identity of her own child...

There's no body.

The exact point that we're debating.

...should carry more weight than the grief
of this aggrieved, bereaved...

- We have a confession.
- There's no body.

I have to insist
for your own defense, please...

There's no body.

Mr. Drake, keep your client in check
or I'll have her removed.

It was my son. It doesn't matter what I said.

There's no one there.

I was in love. I was tricked.

How can that be right?

Hello. Excuse me!

I'm not allowed to speak.
I'm not allowed to live.

Get on the wire.

Why does a man get to do anything he wants?

That a girl!

She's off!

Where's the body?

The idea is to get them talking,
alcohol importation, heroin, what have you.

Maybe they're planning something,
a heist perhaps.

Conspiring with one another.

We're over here, Eli.

Agent Selby and our other operatives
will be stationed in the next room listening in.

When you hear the radio go on,
that's your signal.

My signal for what?

To excuse yourself, go to the washroom.

Things could get a little messy.

All you have to do is remain calm.

Neither Nucky nor the others
will ever know you were involved.

You have a brother, Knox?

Or whatever the fuck your name is.

- A family?
- That's none of your business.

Fuck you.

And you, too, you smug son of a bitch.

I have a brother named Claude.

He's an admiralty lawyer in Washington.

- You ever fuck Claude over?
- He's not a criminal, Eli.

And you're doing this for your son.

I need a guarantee.

- There are no guarantees...
- I'm not talking to you.

We pull this off, my son stays out of it.

All that other shit, this malarkey with him
and the roommate, that all goes away.

We both have a lot riding on...

I don't even think it's true, by the way.

Get them in this room,
your brother, Masseria and the others,

and Will has nothing to worry about.

Will?

Do me a favor.

Stop talking like you know him.

I mean, the balls, right?

Took them all the way to Cicero,
building right across the street.

They had to know you were here, Al.

- In advance.
- The phone call.

Now, how did he get the number anyway?

That Jew prick Hymie Weiss.

Actually, he's Catholic.

Wojciechowski.

Wo-ja-what?

His name. He changed it to Weiss.

Sit down.

Have a drink.

I don't drink, sir.

Then start.

So was it Weiss that done
the shooting or not?

As you said, whoever it was

felt comfortable enough
to venture into your territory.

What's this?

A board meeting?

Talking about the shooting.

Thank God for them shutters.

So what do you think, John?

Weiss with Bugs Moran and,
uh, the other one...

Schemer Drucci.

- You think so?
- Sure.

After the O'Banion thing,
who else could it be?

Yeah, I'm sure you're right.

All right, Jimmy, get this thing
the fuck out of here.

You're killing me. Come on.

Before you ask, it's light.

I already know that.

This whole situation,
your friend there, the doctor.

Narcisse.

It ain't making things easier, that's for sure.

Five trucks full of scotch
turned away from the North Side.

I mean, he must be getting
his liquor trucked down from New York.

All of which answers
the question why the envelope is short.

I said I already know, Mickey.

All right. I just thought
you deserved an explanation.

So what's the plan?

With what?

This Bible-thumping coon.

I mean, how much more of his bullshit
are we gonna take?

It's being handled, Eli.

- How?
- I don't know.

And nothing from Chalky?

The meeting. Are we set?

Tomorrow night, the Blenheim.

Masseria, Lansky and Petrucelli.

Make sure they...

Mr. Thompson.

I looked for you in the Onyx Club.

Not the safest place for me these days.

I need to ask you a favor.

I already gave you a job, Mr. Harrow.

Give us a minute.

Jimmy Darmody.

What about him?

I need to know where he is.

He was cremated
after overdosing in his mothers tub.

You and I both know that isn't true.

I only know what I read in the papers.

Then you've read Gillian Darmody
has been arrested for murder.

But that's ludicrous.

It was James who died in that tub.

If they believe that, shell go free.

And she'll come back for the boy to spite me.

After all of this,

my wife and I

could not bear that.

If somehow an anonymous source

were to disclose to the authorities

the whereabouts of Jimmy's body,

what would you do
for that anonymous source?

I would do whatever you asked.

- Nice and orderly, guys.
- All right, all right.

Let the doctor through.

Stand back, boys. A little dignity.

- Get a picture.
- Come on, get back.

- Hey, don't push.
- Is it Darmody?

Six screws in the right femur.

- It's him. It's Darmody.
- Fellas, please' stand back.

If that's Darmody, then who's the other one?

Hey, get it faster!

Take it easy!

Call it in for the afternoon edition.

Well, guess I'll kick things off and...

- Ed.
- Yeah, Nuck?

Get the fuck out of here.

It's my office.

I'll change that if it's the last thing I do.

I just did what I had to.

You of all people...

It would be best to leave us be.

- You've seen him.
- I didn't say that.

You've heard from him.

Either you have or you have not.

If you have not, then my time...

He wants this to end.

Endings have been attempted, have they not?

- On all sides.
- This is a question of family.

His daughter's getting married.
He wants to be there.

He's looking for safe passage in and out.

In exchange for what?

I'm just the middleman here.

I thought you were friends.

I don't have friends. I have partners.

You tried to save his life.

I bet on a horse to win. He didn't even place.

Today is a different day.

On whom will you wager tomorrow?

Let's get something straight, all right?

Your beliefs, your tragic history,

I don't give a rat's ass about any of it.

The only thing your people
and mine have in common,

we both know what a dollars worth.

And if we can't make it one way,
we'll make it another.

I have a lot at stake in this town.

Try to take it from me, we have a problem.

The club, the North Side,

I don't care which of you coloreds runs them,
as long as they're run.

The percentage, your new pal the Mayor,

we'll discuss those later.

This just needs to be over.

Over how?

That's for you to arrange.

I urge you to be explicit.

I don't ever want to worry about that spook
coming at me in the dark again.

Do we understand each other?

We do.

At long last.

Then I'll let Chalky know you're willing to talk.

Something he wanted me to tell you.

Said you'd be interested.

Yes?

That singer.

He says he knows where she is.

And be sure to pick up the artichokes.

They're 22 cents a pound.

- So? Aspetta.
- I'm not paying that.

What, are we paupers?
I want artichokes, for God's sake.

I just sprayed all this.

Go ahead. Speak in a normal tone.

Test, test. Alpha, beta, gamma.

Test, test.

Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.

Test, test. One, two.

One, two, three, four, five.

Panama. Test, test.

On the shores of Gitche Gumee,
on the shining...

I want four agents in the lobby,
two at either end of the hall.

That seems excessive.

I didn't ask how it seems.

Check those magazines, gentlemen.

We can't afford any misfires.

Well?

- Sir?
- Can you hear him or not?

- For the most part.
- What does that mean?

- I can make out most...
- Yes or no?

Relax, Jim. It'll be all right.

This is only my career, Harold.

I'll relax when it's over.

Right.

Yes.

Mr. White will be there.

Narcisse's man, he'll be at the club by 9:00.

Pop.

Pop' it's Uncle Nucky.

Cut the racket, huh?

Hello?

The meeting,
I want you to pick me up.

We'll drive over together.

Easier just to meet there, no?

We should walk in together,
present a united front.

I'm on your way anyway.

Sure thing.

I'll see you in a little while.

That Uncle Nucky?

What? Yeah.

- What'd he want?
- What'd he want?

How's that your concern?

It's not. I just...

I'm curious, that's all.

Tell your mother I'll be late.

All aboard
the Camden Line for Philadelphia.

Connecting with the North Shore Line...

Two sleepers with extra vouchers
for the dining car.

Tommy and I can double up.

Your brother-in-law, this Hubert,
he got the message?

Mmm, he'll be there 90 minutes early.

Hey, make sure you count
how many cows you see.

- I want a full report.
- Okay.

Tommy.

I love you.

Come on, sport.
Let's get some Chuckles for the road.

What was that? Good-bye?

- No.
- Promise me you're coming.

Because I've never even spoken to your sister

and it will be pretty goddamn awkward
if you don't show...

I will see you in three days.

Or I will hunt you down
and drag you to Wisconsin.

I promise.

Hello?

Nuck?

Put that away before someone gets hurt.

The fuck's going on? Where is everyone?

- Closing the place up.
- What for?

Would you put that away' please?

I'm leaving town.

Heading to Cuba with Sally.

When?

As soon as I finish what I need to do.

When were you gonna tell me?

I intended to tell you now.

We have a meeting.

- Masseria is...
- There is no meeting.

I saw to that.

There are names on a hotel register
with three empty rooms.

And you and me.

- Nucky, I...
- Nucky, I what?

Nucky, I made a mistake?

Nucky, I'm sorry?

What's it matter what I say?

You have a lot to lose.

Me? I don't have anything.

Sooner or later, you wind up taking it all.

Can't help it.

I'm ready.

Are you?

It's what you deserve.

- Pop!
- Back off!

- That's my son!
- What are you doing?

- Hey!
- He's gonna kill you.

No, he's not.

He's not.

Nah.

You tell him.

Tell him what's going on.

Knox.

You had it right. He's no Prohee.

The kid at school' that murder charge
you had the DA squash, he knows.

He knows.

He wants you and New York and Florida

all together all at once.

That's the price to keep him out of jail.

- Pop, I...
- So you go to him?

Over your father?

I'm the one who can fix it.

He was supposed to amount to something.

He's still going to.

What? A man in an empty hotel

pointing a gun at his brother?

I did it for the family.

You don't have a family.

I do.

Now you want that, too.

Nothing will fill that hole you got inside.

Don't you know that yet?

This is your mess, Eli.

Drown in it.

They're not coming.

You don't know that.

You've been duped, Jim. Let's face it.

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

- What?
- That would make your entire day.

Give us a minute, will you?

You're upset. I understand.

Upset?

- Upset?
- Just calm down.

You think I don't know?
You, Hoover and the others,

- what a joke this has all been?
- Jim, I...

You were never on board, never for a second.

I have put everything on the line!

I think you should give me your sidearm.

What?

You are not keeping on an even keel.

You want my gun, Harold?

Why don't you take it?

He's asking for you.

You awake?

How you feeling?

I'm okay.

I've never heard you say that before.

Morphine.

Well, relax and enjoy it.

We got round-the-clock guards, nurses, too.

You'll be out of here in no time.

And then we'll get them sons of bitches.

This is a young man's game.

I'm not gonna fight.

You're gonna let them getaway with it?

It's yours, Al.

- Take it.
What? Take what?

The whole operation.

Oh, Jesus, Johnny. Are you sure?

You win, kid.

I'm out of your way.

It's Europe for me.

- What is going on?
- Where's Will?

- Eli...
- Is he here or not?

You need to be honest with me.

Eli. Did you forget we had an appointment?

No.

Give me a second.

- I need to speak with this man.
- He does, ma'am.

- Please, I need...
- Where is Willie?

That's an excellent question, actually.

- Mom, Anne is crying.
- Just one second.

- Go back upstairs.
- Eli.

Will someone please tell me
what is going on?

Now, God damn it. Go upstairs.

Look, my brother knows...

What did I tell you would happen, Eli?

- Will you just hear me out?
- I'm through talking.

- I'm trying to explain to you.
- Your son is going to jail.

There was this boy a while back.
Ellis something.

About your own son's age.

A real Boy Scout type.

I arrested him on a stolen vehicles charge.

He got four years in the federal lockup.

Last I heard, he was very popular
with the other inmates.

I will fucking kill you, you son of a...

Are you threatening a federal agent?

Give me your wrist.

My partner, Agent Selby, he thinks I'm crazy.

Do you think I'm crazy, Eli?

It's okay, you can say it.

I don't know what you are.

I'll tell you what I am.

I'm the man who's gonna...

Fucking kill you!

Mama!

Eli! Eli!

Oh. my God!

Stay up there! I'm coming up.

Dad! Dad!

Dad! Daddy!

My son!

My fucking son!

Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

What you want us to do?

Stay right here and don't raise no fuss.

Don't like it.

Ain't meant to be liked.

Tell me your terms.

You get everything.

- I already have that.
- Then why we talking?

I want and you want.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Egypt had its pharaohs
and the emperors ruled from Rome...

Where is she?

Where she is and you ain't.

Your daughters wedding. Safe passage.

That right.

- Then what?
Matter to you so long as I'm gone?

A daughter for a daughter.

That woman ain't your blood.

How could you possibly understand?

I understand I rock her fine.

That was some sweet jelly.

Hmm.

Now her face ain't right

and I don't need to be looking at that no more.

Behold the noble savage.

That me.

Bankroll in the one pocket, pistol in the other.

And all the rest...

I never did give a fuck.

We see each other now?

You know what your friend
Mr. Thompson asked me to do?

Kick a bullet in my head.

But that ain't gonna happen here.

We civilized.

None of you will make it past the alley.

Then you ain't never gonna see her again.

Baby you save from
that half and half choke her mama.

They ever catch that man?

Tell me where she is.

My girl wedding.

There is no wedding.

What you know about it?

I know what Maybelle told me.

But hear it from her yourself.

A nod from me and she's gone.

I'd say that makes us even.

Tell me!

Tell me.

Maybelle, baby?

Baby girl.

He's up there!

Let's go, Timmy!
Maybelle?

- We got to go.
- I ain't leaving her.

We got to leave here now. Come on, let's go!

- We go! lo go!
Maybelle! Maybelle! God, my baby!

Nobody move. Bureau of Investigation.

We're looking for Eli Thompson.

Go, go, go.

Go!

There on the right.

- Go. Go on, go.
- Oh, my God.

Now what?

I don't know!
I don't know where to go.

- What are we supposed to do?
- Everybody's gone and run out the front door.

- Out of the way, folks.
- Let's go, people.

- Move it, fella.
- Scoot back.

Okay, over here.

Excuse me.

Back, back, back.

- Back.
- Hey, get off.

Let us through!

Yeah, take them away!

Enoch Thompson?

Yes?

I need you to come with me, sir.

- Am I under arrest?
- You will be if you don't comply.

What is it you want, Officer?

The whereabouts of your brother.

Are you going to charge him
with canceling a meeting?

No, with the murder of a federal agent.

You entered this country through
the Port of New Orleans

in 1898, is that correct?

I beg your pardon?

Is that correct?

Who are you?

The one asking questions.

1898, yes.

Twenty-six years in the United States,

but you're not a citizen.

And that is grounds for detaining me how?

Why would you go on living in a country
you don't wish to belong to?

The exile does not choose his Babylon.

Your, um, compatriot Garvey.

He thinks you should all return to Africa.

That would be an oversimplification
of his philosophy.

What am I missing?

I doubt that I could make you to understand.

You seem lo be a clever fellow.

Who do you think gets to decide
what the truth is?

Truth is what those in power wish it to be.

During the course of investigating

the seditious activities of Marcus Garvey,

James M. Tolliver,

a special agent with
the Bureau of Investigation,

was murdered in Atlantic City, New Jersey,

by an unidentified colored male.

Dr. Valentin Narcisse assisted the Bureau
in apprehending the suspect.

He further agreed in a private conversation
with Director Hoover

to provide ongoing secret intelligence
regarding Mr. Garvey

with particular concern to his radical agenda

and his ties to foreign powers.

Why would he do that?

To demonstrate his commitment
to the values of his adopted land.

Brother Garvey is a hero

devoted to the liberation of a great people.

But you are not.

You are just a peddler and a pimp

sitting in a jail cell.

I am a businessman and a follower of Christ.

You agree to cooperate,
you can go on pretending

to be anything you want.

You don't, and I will make sure

you never see daylight in America again.

I cannot hear you.

I said yes.

Yes, what?

Yes,

sir.

That's everything Ma asked for.

Tom can run it up to Brigantine later.

Unless you want to do it.

I'm gonna stay in town for a little.

- Not trying to tell you...
- Uncle Nucky, can we just...

But they're counting on you,

your mother, brothers and sisters.

You're in charge now.

You understand?

I'll drive up tonight.

That's the right decision.

What am I supposed to tell them?

That your father is safe with friends out west.

It's best they don't know where.

It's hard on everyone,
but that's how it has to be.

Is he?

Is he what?

Safe.

Speak your mind, Will.

If I hadn't shown up,
what would you have done?

He's your father, my brother.

And I'm not the person you think I am.

Come by the Albatross later.

We'll both head up.

That way, all of us can be together, all right?

It gets easier. You'll see.

I'm wild about my daddy

I want him all the time

Wild about my daddy

I want him all the time

But I don't want you, Daddy

H I cam call you mine

Got the farewell bluesy

And my trunk is packed

Got the farewell bluesy

And my trunk is packed

But I dam wan't no daddy

Because I ain't coming back

- Welcome to our apartments.
- Thank you.

Oh, fare you well, Daddy

Oh, hon, it's your tum now

Fare you well, Daddy

Hon, it's your turn now

After all I've done

You mistreated me anyhow

Since my man left me

The others can't be found

Since my man left me

Others can't be found

But before he left me

The other man was hanging around

So fare you well, Daddy

Someday you'll hear bad news

Fare you well, Daddy

Someday you'll hear bad news

When you look for your mama

She's gone with the farewell blues