Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 4, Episode 3 - Acres of Diamonds - full transcript

Mr. Phillips,

what brings you to
our little town?

We're expanding into the north
east, and I'm here to set it up.

Who is he?

Guy who works for us. You stay.

I've got to go over
something with him.

Mr. Narcisse.

Dr. Narcisse, Mr. Thompson.

Your friend is
facing a difficulty.

Your employee slashed the
throat of my employee.

Just say how much.



It is for you to decide what
your friendship is worth.

10% of the club.

That's my judgment.

And the other problem goes away.

Here.

Thanks.

- What's your name?
- Roger.

- What is this?
- It's heroin, that's all.

Do you have any family?

Wife.

Two girls.

I can't.

How did Dickie know what
hotel to find you in?

I was raped.



This is a tale I've heard
one time too many.

No!

Stop! No!

Regarding Florida...

I have packed your bags.

(faint music playing)

(tennis ball bouncing)

(birds screeching)

(thunder rumbling)

And that, my boy,
is how it's done.

Welcome to Tampa,

land of money, cunny,

and where it's always sunny.

First two sound good, but the
third I could do without.

Eight months in stir, you'd
sing a different tune.

There's either a three-mile
limit or there ain't.

- Am I right?
- Tell it to the judge.

I did and I still got fucked.

Man: All right, 15-love.

Three ships full of scotch gone.

- (snaps fingers)
- Like that.

Tell me there ain't some
admiral with his feet up

sipping my booze every night.

Onward and upward, that's
what I always say.

Speaking of which...

- I read the prospectus.
- It's a sweet deal, Nuck.

Right on the Gulf, couple
days' sail from the Bahamas.

We off-load on the beach,
truck it anywhere you like.

Sounds the same as Jersey to me.

But with better cigars.

(chuckles)

26 hours in a Pullman, I
bet you'd like to unwind.

Wouldn't say no to a shower.

Go rest. Take a nap.

And if you want something
sweet to go with that stogie,

I'll send a friendly little
cubanita up to your room.

Hot shower will do for now.

- What time later?
- 6:00 P.M.

Speak called Sally's
off the inlet.

Nuck.

Tucker's very excited
to meet you.

Most people are until they do.

(chuckles)

(crows cawing)

(rooster crowing)

Narcisse: Like all races,

the Libyan race will be saved
by its exceptional men.

Education and work are the
levers to uplift our people.

But work must be guided
by intelligence.

And education must teach life.

The new Negro must be tutored
in thought and culture.

We shall continue our
discussion next week.

Remember, my brothers,

no man who continues to
add to the material,

intellectual, and moral well-being
of the place in which he lives

is left long without
proper reward.

Mr. Madden.

Say hello to Arnold Rothstein.

An honor to have finally
made your acquaintance.

Please.

(clears throat)

Mr. Madden tells me you're
interested in heroin.

As a commodity, yes.

This is a business with
which you are familiar?

One of many.

Biggest fish in Harlem.

However, I do intend to expand
to other Libyan markets.

Libyan?

What he calls the coloreds.

You are a dependable and
amply stocked supplier?

One who requires the
utmost discretion.

He's got my vouch
like I told you.

20 pounds uncut.

I will weigh it myself
to ensure good measure.

80,000 in cash.

Large bills only.

Why would you expect otherwise?

My understanding you control
the local numbers racket.

Therefore, I transact my
business like a schoolboy

dealing in pennies,
nickels, and dimes.

It's not my intention
to offend you.

Nonetheless, you succeeded
despite yourself.

(chuckles)

To whom do I dispatch payment?

My associate Mr. Diamond
will be in touch.

I have other business with Mr.
Madden.

Gentlemen.

Daughter Maitland,

she's been performing
at your Cotton Club.

Nice piece of tail.

I will require her
services elsewhere.

Fine with me. Just have Dickie
drop by with a replacement.

God will bring every
deed to judgment,

with every secret thing,

either good or evil.

Mr. Pastor will
not be returning.

He's got it all worked out.
The world's expert.

Two miles of road to pave
and cash on the barrelhead.

So you know what I
told him, Rick?

I said, "What you want
is the Piedmont gravel."

He wasn't having any of it.

Four tons of creek rock, and now the
whole order needs to be redone.

How frustrating.

No skin off me, but a man's
got to know his business.

Don't he, Rick?

He sure do, Hube.

Say, how's Saturday?

Okay. I'll drive
up after we close.

Get started on clearing
out that barn.

Richard said he'll do it,

so there's no need.

Heck, I don't mind, Emmy.

Truth to tell, I
enjoy the company.

Why don't you call first?

These are for the
drive back to town.

Keep feeding me and
I'll come back.

Stray dogs and
bachelors, eh, Rick?

Mmm.

Well, see you in the funnies.

I would have picked
the pea gravel.

Could have gone
with the river run.

That's a nice bit of rock, Emmy.

- (laughs)
- (Horn honks)

He's not so bad,

is he?

As a brother-in-law?

(sighs)

He lost someone too, you know.

And his folks,
they're good people.

They wanted me to move into town
with them after Gerry died.

You can have our old room.

I'll set up in
Mother and Father's.

Needs painting.

Well, add it to your chores.

Some curtains, maybe.

And a hobbyhorse.

Make it a proper nursery.

The crib's stored
out in the barn.

I'd fetch it myself, but...

I haven't asked you for any...

Just take it.

Take it and pay the taxes.

The what?

The back taxes. I
saw the letter.

That's enough to cover it.

I paid the taxes.

I sold the Hudson
and I paid them.

The assessor rang. He said...

Is this Mr. Case?

He didn't give a name.

Well, I'm not paying them twice.

Put that money away and let's
not talk about it. All right?

- (thunder rumbling)
- (Music playing)

- (wind blowing)
- (People chatting)

This land is opportunity and you can
double your investment in a month,

especially with the
rail road expanding.

Just last week there was a
shipping clerk from Syracuse...

never left the train station.

Sold his deed in the washroom,

headed back north on the next
train 15,000 to the good.

- (whistles)
- I'll tell you, Mr. Logan,

you will not be sorry.

Thanks, buddy.

Quite a racket.

It's a Bancroft.

I was talking about
the real estate game.

Say, can any Joe buy in?

Well, sure, if he's
got the dough.

Just so happens I'm selling
lots in Pineapple Grove.

Hottest new
development in Tampa.

Is that so?

Say, that shipping clerk who
sold his deed in the washroom,

did he wipe the shit off his
hands before he signed it?

(chuckles)

A wise guy, huh?

- Call me Nucky.
- Skeeter Walsh.

Skeeter?

Well, Pop said I was always
buzzing around, so...

Not that you're a bloodsucker?

No offense, but I've mm.

Well, what we've
got sells itself.

Swampland at 100 bucks an acre.

We're only giving
people what they want.

I know a little
about that myself.

Again. And for my
friend here as well.

Lighter on the blood,
heavier on the Mary.

So how's this all work?

I'm buying the drinks here,
so give it to me square.

(chuckles)

Well, me and the other fellas,
we're Binder Boys, see?

We take the deposits,
the binders.

- It's 10% usually.
- Of the purchase price?

Which is enough to
hold the property.

It's booming down here since
Temple Terrace opened.

- And that's just the beginning.
- You don't say.

There's three more
developments coming.

Country clubs, golf courses,
80 miles of paved streets.

Not to mention
quarter-million-dollar Roman pools.

And the buyers are lining up?

Put it this way... last year
there were nine Binder Boys.

This year, 74.

(thunder crashing)

Russell Conwell: I say that
you ought to get rich,

it is your duty to get rich.

The men who get rich may
be the most honest men

you find in the community.

That is why they are rich.

- (laughing, whispering)
- That is why they are trusted with money.

Woman: Stop. Shh. Shh.

That is why they carry
on great enterprises

and find plenty of people
to work with them.

A man is not really a true man

until he owns his own home.

And they that own
their own homes

are made more honorable
and honest and pure.

- Bucket.
- Hey, Henry.

What's this woofy?

A speech by old man Conwell.

Sap sells his farm to
go look for diamonds

when all along his own
place is lousy with them.

Henry: Well, ain't
that ironical?

Say, who's gonna butt me?

- (boys snicker)
- Got a Lucky?

Sure, Bucket.

Only my pals call me Bucket.

(boys laugh)

Say, nobody told me Colleen
Moore enrolled in school.

Brother, can you
lay it on thick.

(boys laugh)

You sit behind me
in English lit.

So, tonight after lights out,

we've got some Paul
Whiteman records

and we are gonna dust
off that Victrola.

Doris and I already have plans.

With some juniors
from Penn Sigma Chi.

- Those bums are all wet.
- Wet is why we're going.

Well, we have plenty
of giggle juice.

Actually, we don't.

Well, that settles that,
then, doesn't it?

Maybe next time.

I can get some.

Some what?

Some booze.

Like fun you can.

No, really. I... I know someone.

So, tonight, then?

The basement?

Well, then, it's a date.

Conwell: He will
be great anywhere.

- (boys laugh)
- I sympathize with the poor,

but let us remember...

- (imitates gorilla)
- there is not a poor person in America,

the United States, who
was not made poor

by his own shortcomings.

- (faint music playing)
- (Clock ticking)

It's clean, relatively.

Certainly spacious enough
to fit a bachelor's needs.

Half expect to see Sherlock
Holmes come through the door.

(laughs) You're not convinced.

The windows face west.

It'll be like the
Sahara come 4:00 P.M.

Then again, I would
be at the office.

Are you always so indecisive?

Not in business, but
personally, yeah.

It's endearing.

Clara found it maddening.

Well, Clara was wrong.

You know, I wonder, uh...

- Yes?
- Well...

Another moment of indecision?

This evening...

a man named Hewson, big
Ike in the A&P chain,

rather old-fashioned
from what I hear,

he's in town with his wife.

I'm supposed to meet
them for dinner.

Oh?

You're not making this easy.

Are you asking me to join you?

Well, yes.

But, you see, it's very
important it go well.

He... he thinks I'm
still married.

You've never met?

No, I've spoken to
him on the phone.

If he finds out that
I'm divorcing...

You want me to pretend
to be your wife?

That's not something a
gentleman would ask of a lady.

Well, you didn't even have to.

So, what do we think?

Uh...

I'm sorry.

These rooms won't do.

(piano playing)

(playing)

Chalky: Check the
champagne order

and get me 10 extra four-tops.

Got that car convention in town.

Got busboys for that.

Shit float downhill, buck.

Don't matter to me
none where it stop.

Mr. White. Mr. Purnsley.

Them tables ain't
gonna set theyself.

Doctor.

May I present Miss
Daughter Maitland.

Say hello, dear.

Mr. White.

Pleased to meet you.

Miss Maitland is a
very gifted singer.

Equally accomplished in jazz
improvisation and blues.

Sang on a record.

"Warsaw Blues" with King Oliver.

You know your business, sir.

I know what Dickie
Pastor held back.

Behind the stage
past the kitchen,

you'll find a dressing room
where you can put your things.

- She's a pretty girl.
- She is indeed.

So what's she doing here?

Performing for the week.

I do hope you asking
and not telling.

We are partners, Mr. White,

and that girl is a star.

If you will have her.

All right, then.

Keep that walkway clear now.

It was my understanding

that Mr. Purnsley
managed the staff.

He do as I tell him.

When men make
themselves into brutes,

it is just to treat
them as brutes.

Stop fidgeting.

That man has a shotgun.

Wait here.

No, I'm not staying
out here alone.

Mickey: This is supposed
to be a food truck, Larry.

The way them springs sag, it's pretty
obvious it ain't hauling bananas.

You boys lose your Scout troop?

Willie Thompson. Eli's son.

You're Mickey, right?

I... I'm Eli's son.

We've met before,
a few years ago.

Well, I'm away at college now.

Boola-boola.

That's Yale. We go to Temple.

Funny. You don't look Jewish.

(laughs)

So we were hoping
to get some booze.

Oh, you were, huh? How
about we call your pop?

See what he thinks about that?

- No, no, I just...
- Take a hike, kid.

- I need it for a party.
- Are you deaf?

Or just stupid?

All right.

Okay.

Sorry.

Don't let the door hit
you in the brains.

What are you doing?

That's what they say, yeah.

Hey! Where are you going?

Nowhere. Mr. Doyle just...

Hey, Mick, you okay this?

What the fuck I say, huh?

- Fucking thief!
- I'm sorry.

- What, was this your idea?
- No, sir.

I'm calling your
father right now.

No, no, Mr. Doyle, please.

My dad said he'd kill me if
I got in trouble like this.

- I mean, my mother would have...
- All right.

Don't get so dramatic.

Can't go around robbing people.

It's a good thing your dad's my pal.
Now scat.

And we'll keep this
between us, okay?

Man-to-man.

And not a word about
any of this, capisce?

Take the booze, kid.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

(bird calls)

(bird calls)

(bird calls)

(bird calls)

(wings fluttering)

Here's something you
actually accomplished.

Remember me? Carl Billings?

We met on a train last summer.

Do you or don't you?

I remember.

You agreed to take
on a certain job.

Something you knew how to do.

As I recall,

you said it was the one thing
on Earth you were good at.

And I said half now,
half when you finish.

But you didn't finish.

You left a man alive,
which makes me concerned

about a conversation we had

on the train

last summer.

Just a wallet.

What's this?

You haven't touched it.

This makes you honest?

You don't have any
kind of a code.

You kill for hire.

And this just makes you stupid.

And how do you trust
a stupid man?

- Well?
- (Wings fluttering)

(gasps)

- (crunches)
- (Groans)

(panting)

Jesus.

I'm doing you a favor.

(gunshot)

- (people chatting)
- (Thunder rumbling)

(music playing)

(chuckles)

Next time you might want to
consider a life preserver.

So much for always sunny.

Into each life some
rain must fall.

And in Tampa, that's
at least once a day.

- August Tucker.
- They call you Gus?

Not if they want
to stay friends.

Sit.

Nucky Thompson.

Well, hell, I know that.

Bill here told me all about you.

- Is that right?
- Bill: We met back in '20

when I was doing those rum
runs up from the Caribbean.

In the good old, bad old days
before the feds got wise.

Bill: Who you telling?

To new friends and old.

Well, hang on, now. I
want to be friends, too.

Leave that bottle and scat.

- So.
- So.

Ready to get rich?

I'm already rich, Mr. Tucker.

But I'm talking millions.

What good would
millions do me in jail?

Come again?

You agree, I assume,
that our business

requires a certain
degree of secrecy?

Naturally, sure.

Then this land is worthless.

- What?
- But, Nuck...

Nucky: The entire surrounding
area is being developed.

Houses, country clubs, schools.

But it's 14,000 acres.

We'd still control enough land that
we'd off-load in total privacy.

And when the convoy of
trucks leaves the property

every morning and rumbles down
Main Street past the church,

- then what?
- Well...

there's a risk in
everything, Nuck.

Not when I can avoid it.

- You told me he was in.
- He was.

I mean, I thought he...

I said that I'd consider it.
And I did.

Then you were told wrong, Mr.
Tucker.

Nucky, please.

We got the seller right
where we want him.

Sorry, boys.

You'll have to find
yourselves a new partner.

I don't like having
my time wasted.

You're not the one who came
all the way down here.

Thanks for your hospitality.

(music playing)

♪ Somebody loves me ♪

♪ I wonder who ♪

♪ I wonder who he can be ♪

♪ I'm crying somebody loves me ♪

♪ I wish I knew ♪

♪ Who can he be worries me ♪

♪ For every boy who passes me ♪

♪ I shout, hey, maybe ♪

♪ You were meant to
be my loving baby ♪

♪ Some, somebody loves me ♪

♪ I wonder who ♪

♪ Maybe it's you. ♪

Well, what do you think?

Quite the chanteuse.

We have nothing like
that back home.

And where is home, Helen?

Evansville, Indiana.
Ever heard of it?

(music playing)

I can't say I have.

We'll have to visit
for our anniversary.

Roy tells me that you're thinking
of merging with Piggly Wiggly.

Oh, he does, does he?

Was I not supposed to say that?

No, no, that's fine. It's not
exactly a national secret.

Let's just wait till the
deal closes, shall we?

Come on, have some coffee.
It'll settle your nerves.

That coffee will get
us all thrown in jail.

Oh, what's the harm?

Your wife always so
eager to break the law?

Oh, she's incorrigible.

Me? You're the one who tried

to marry me when I
was still underage.

(Hewson laughs) Can't
blame him for that.

I, for one, need some coffee.

What the heck? (laughs)

Pardon me.

I'm going to powder my nose.

I'll join you.

♪ Down Alabamy way ♪

♪ I just can picture Black Joe ♪

♪ With his old banjo ♪

♪ I can hear him
strumming a tune ♪

♪ That old quartet, I
can hear them yet ♪

♪ Singing by the silvery moon ♪

♪ Don't got a thing to burn... ♪

Well, was I lying?

The white folks
seem to like her.

Yes.

That would be very important.

To you.

(music playing)

Some ferocious guard
dogs and a few fellas

with shotguns.

- But nothing to concern yourself...
- Thanks a lot.

Man: I am just bored
out of my mind,

then suddenly...

Great party, Thompson.

So where'd you get
all this stuff?

- I bet he nicked it.
- Don't be stupid.

Not a wise head like Thompson.

- Hey, ho. Hey. Hey.
- Watch my shoe.

So, you pick the ladies
tonight or what?

Once they start
drinking, we all do.

Thompson to the rescue.
Where'd you get this stuff?

- A friend.
- Oh, you got some friends?

Tip: You're my hero, Thompson.
You know that?

Dirk: This kid's been
laughing at himself.

- Having his first drink.
- Hey.

Look at him. Think
he's a hotshot now.

- Thompson saved the day, so...
- That's right.

- Congratulations.
- Come on, Henry.

- Cut it out. Henry.
- Anyway, a toast to Thompson.

- To Thompson.
- To Thompson.

- Our boy.
- You're my hero.

Henry, quit it!

Easy, Henry.

Mind your business, Thompson.

That's for Doris to decide.

I'd like to leave now. Walk me?

Sure.

Let's beat it, then, shall we?

(boys laughing)

Sure, Doris, go slumming.

Wait. I want to
show you something.

In the library.

(thunder rumbling)

I owe this man.

- Owe him what?
- Money.

A lot of it.

When I was arrested,

had my ships confiscated...

It was his scotch on board.

How much?

Almost 200 grand.

He was there waiting the
day I got out of jail.

He was the first thing I saw

when my eyes adjusted
to the sunlight.

If you needed money, why
didn't you just ask me?

Because I wanted to earn it.

I'm not some goddamn
charity case.

Earn it?

He said if I made the intro,

got you involved as his partner,

he'd forgive the debt.

I'm supposed to partner

with some two-bit
fucking hillbilly?

He's a big man
around these parts.

I've already met the world's tallest
midget on the midway back home.

He's got the locals
in his pocket.

All the things you're
worried about.

- He could pave the road...
- The deal is shit.

And you know it.

(scoffs)

The fuck am I gonna do?

You made your bed, Bill.

I thought you were my friend.

If you had come to me like
one, it'd be different.

Train tickets. Stupid
coconut drinks.

All your syrupy
fucking sales talk.

I was desperate, Nuck.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

Well, look at you now.

(door opens, closes)

(music playing)

Roy: Where were you married?
When were you married?

- Talk about an inquest.
- You got off easy.

I was about to invent a brood of
six and have you name them all.

Six?

Someone's got a wicked streak.

Me? You're the one planning
our anniversary trip.

To Mudville, sure.
Wherever they're from.

Mmm.

A nickel for your thoughts.

I pay better than most people.

I was thinking

we make a pretty swell team.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Yes?

I beg your pardon, but we...

I don't mean to intrude.

We've met before.

I'm sorry, I don't...

My friend Roger,
about a year ago,

outside the restaurant Abe
Klein's on the boardwalk.

Say, what's this all about?

I really couldn't say.

You introduced yourself,
gave him a smoke.

- I'm sure you're mistaken.
- I beg your pardon?

I'm sure it was you.

He said something about going
to your house for Easter.

And then he did a...

This person is making
me very uncomfortable.

- All right, that's enough.
- Sorry, mister.

Hey, take it on the arches, son.

The heck was that all about?

I have no idea.

Excuse me. I need the ladies'.

(knocks)

(doorknob rattles)

Just a moment.

(music playing)

(music playing louder)

(door opens)

You okay?

I'm fine, yes.

I just...

It melted.

Oh, your lip.

(laughter)

♪ By the light of
the silvery moon ♪

♪ I want to spoon ♪

♪ To my honey I'll croon ♪

♪ Love's tune. ♪

Well, go on, Romeo.
Don't let us interrupt.

- You think this is funny?
- Come on, sport.

(gasps)

Touch me again, I'll
break your nose.

Well, it looks like your anger's
not the only thing that's arisen.

(laughing)

Girl: It's Thompson's Willie.

Henry: A cold shower will
work wonders, Romeo.

(thunder crashes)

(faint music playing)

♪Have in your town ♪

♪ Miss Hannah Brown ♪

♪ Calls up on her good man ♪

♪ When her blues come down ♪

♪ When she felt blue ♪

♪ In spite of all her charms ♪

♪ She felt much better
in her daddy's arms... ♪

Is he alive?

Well, he's breathing.

Alive is a matter of opinion.

Does it ever stop raining?

It always has.

So how about you?

Are you alive?

I recall that I was once.

What happened?

Prohibition.

Till then, I was a simple,

run-of-the-mill crook...
a corrupt city official.

And I was happy.

Plenty of money,
plenty of friends,

plenty of everything.

Then suddenly, plenty
wasn't enough.

Well, I ain't buying it.

How do you mean?

Anybody who says money
doesn't buy happiness

doesn't know where to shop.

So I hear.

My son's birthday tomorrow.

Name's Teddy.

How old?

- 10?
- You don't know?

He's no longer with me.

I'm sorry.

Oh, he's not dead.
He's in Brooklyn.

(chuckles) There's that
matter of opinion again.

Rain's over.

I've been meaning to
send him something.

- Who?
- My son.

Hmm.

Maybe the better gift is
to let him forget me.

Well, that's convenient.

Beg pardon?

That the best choice requires

the least amount of
effort on your part.

I thought bartenders were
supposed to be sympathetic.

(laughs) Welcome to Sally's.

That you?

- Sally Wheet.
- Nucky Thompson.

I know all about it.

You're all Tucker's
talked about for weeks.

Big man in these
parts, so I hear.

He thinks so.

Give me one of those
and I'll dish.

- Gee, you're easy.
- (Laughs)

♪ Rock me, pretty papa ♪

♪ While I tell you what to do... ♪

August Tucker,

Georgia native, son
of moonshiners.

Made his way to Tampa
after the war.

How long before he
discovered you?

We're friends.

We do a little
business on occasion.

Is he dangerous?

He's kind of like this fella.

He'd kill you if
he got a chance,

but he's not very smart, either.

So how does a not-so-smart
semi-dangerous man

run the rackets down in Tampa?

Enough money and the
right connections,

you can do pretty much
anything down here.

(glass clatters)

Oh, God.

(chuckles)

What you want, friend?

You want some of this?

- A switchblade.
- I'll use it, too.

Of that I have no doubt.

But what good would another
dead Negro do either of us?

Make me feel a mite better.

We have no quarrel, Mr.
Purnsley.

How about you getting
even for Dickie Pastor?

That account has been settled.

And in any event, it was
merely financial in nature.

I'm here on new business.

- Mr. White...
- He ain't here right now.

Why should he be

when he has you to
do the slave labor?

He offered to give you up

in exchange for Dickie Pastor.

His Libyan brother
for a Nordic devil.

Chalky White ain't
never been my friend.

Well, that much is obvious.

(unzips)

Do you know what this is?

Heroin.

It is freedom.

Power.

Control over men who
are lesser than you.

Chalky White is
one of those men.

Where you going, friend?

As far as you'd like
me to take you.

But we shall go there together.

- (music playing)
- (Thunder crashing)

(sighs)

(pounding at door)

August: McCoy, you in there?

(pounding)

McCoy!

Let's settle this!

(pounding)

Augie. I didn't hear you.

(sniffs) The hell you
chopping coconuts

at 3:00 in the morning for?

Doc says drink a quart a day.

You know, good for the ticker.

Augie, okay.

That business this evening, I
know what you're thinking.

I'll bet you don't.

- (choking)
- But you're gonna know about it now.

Hubert: How'd it happen, Rick?

Clearing out the barn.

There's a lot of junk in there.

That pile's practically
coming down on its own.

I keep telling her,
but, you know.

Tell her what?

You're her brother.

I don't...

It's like she's under ice.

She can't move.

Gerry's gone.

She's gonna have a
child to raise.

This isn't any kind of
place to live alone.

I mean, she thinks
the world of you,

but you're only visiting.

- All squared away.
- Wish you'd let me help, Emmy.

You wouldn't know
where to put things.

When's the train?

2:27.

We'll get him there
in plenty of time.

Don't be a loon, Rick.

I'll carry it.

You Harrows.

You act like there's
no one else on Earth.

In France when I
couldn't sleep...

when I was full of fear,

I'd think about the
day I'd come home.

I'd be in my dress uniform.

I'd have medals.

I wouldn't wear them,
but I'd have them.

I'd see the yard,

the cornflowers along the fence.

The porch, the old flag.

Mother, Father, Sampson,

you.

Send me an address,

if you want me to
know where you are.

Come here.

Richard.

You need to call
yourself to account.

(knocking)

Mr. Thompson, we're
here for your bags.

And this came for you.

Thank you, sir.

(piano playing)

Man: Best thing since
sliced bread, I think.

- Well, I think we've got a deal.
- Yeah.

Shall we shake on it?

- You bet.
- Put her there.

You're gonna love this.
See right here?

Outside line.

Bill McCoy, please.

Thank you.

Paging Mark Frasin.

Bill: Hello?

It's me.

Who?

- Nucky.
- Hey, Nuck.

Jesus.

I'm in.

What?

The deal, I've reconsidered.

Tell your hillbilly
friend Tucker I'm in.

But he answers to
me, understand?

Sure, Nuck.

Right.

Of course.

I'll be sending someone down
in a few days with the money.

- Hello?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- All right, then.

(hangs up)

(music playing)

(sobbing)

(wailing)

♪ Florida ♪

♪ I'm on my way, leave today ♪

♪ Nevermore to roam ♪

♪ Florida ♪

♪ Your sheltering
palms, native arms ♪

♪ Beckon me back home ♪

♪ Where the sun
shines by daytime ♪

♪ My sweetheart
shines at nighttime ♪

♪ In Florida ♪

♪ My Florida ♪

♪ I'm coming back to you ♪

♪ Where the cold
winds never blow ♪

♪ Where there's never
ice nor snow ♪

♪ That's Florida ♪

♪ Florida ♪

♪ And the tropic skies of blue ♪

♪ And the golden sunset's hue ♪

♪ It's Florida, Florida ♪

♪ Hearts are young ♪

♪ For nature is at its best ♪

♪ Romance calls when all
of the world's at rest ♪

♪ Here's the thing
I'd like to know ♪

♪ Why the whole
world doesn't go ♪

♪ To live in Florida ♪

♪ My Florida ♪

♪ I'm coming back to you. ♪