Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 4, Episode 7 - William Wilson - full transcript

You're not gonna say
where you work?

- In an office.
- That sounds mysterious.

I'm trying to get on with it.
Do you understand?

Do me the favor of not pretending
you were ever on board with this.

Nation-wide network of
organized criminals.

It's real, Edgar.

Political agitators,
that's real.

Agent Nox...

Postman, then the
Bureau of Prohibition.

Agent Nox is a hayseed

of the purest variety.



They arrested Clayton.

They said he poisoned Henry.

What would somebody do
something like that?

I promise, you can live with it.

We'll get you into
another school,

if that's what's necessary.

You're going to graduate.

Mr. Pierce, these
are my partners,

Misters Lansky and Luciano.

_

_

_

This is bad for me.

You do what you
want, but I'm in.



- We're partners.
- Not anymore.

I saw you watching
me last night.

And I know what you are.

***

Word is they were
Chicago detectives.

Every fucking thing that
crawls is gonna pay.

( Theme music playing )

( people chatting )

Paperboy: "Chicago
American," right here.

Three cents. Three cents.
That's all, folks.

Three cents. "Chicago American."

Get your papers. Papers.

( People screaming )

- Woman: There he goes!
- Go! Go! Go! Go!

Man: Someone stop that car.

- Is he...
- Get Father Sheridan.

Could be nothing, Eli.

I'm not saying it's something.

Just that it's odd.

JMT.

There's something
cockeyed about this guy.

Who carries around
another man's hankie?

You were.

He gave it to me so I
could blow my nose.

Maybe someone gave it to him.

Let's get his boss on the horn.

What for?

I don't know. Peace of mind.

Sid.

Sid!

Need something?

Why the fuck else would
I be calling for you?

Fred Elliot... Frederick.

He's a supervisor with
the Treasury Department.

- He's in my book.
- You want his number?

I want you to get
him on the phone.

Right. Righty-o.

So what's the word from Tampa?

First shipment in a few days.

So things got rough
down there, hmm?

What?

Heard you came back
with a black eye.

I banged a door.

That so?

What, Eli?

They got phones, you
know, down in Florida.

- I spoke to McCoy.
- And?

Nothing.

Just said this Sally,
she's a pistol is all.

McCoy's a fucking idiot.
I banged a door.

After you banged her.

Sid: Say, Nuck.

Elliot's not there.

- Did you leave a message?
- That's the thing.

The Prohee I talked to, he said
Elliot don't work there no more.

( Sneezes )

Edgar: Gesundheit.

Cherry blossom season.

What's wrong?

Remus asked for hotcakes.

May I remind you that you
are a federal prisoner?

Remus is also a
cooperating witness.

We'll stop at the
Mayflower later.

So, Enoch Thompson.

When we spoke in January, you
said he was the linchpin

of a nationwide
criminal conspiracy.

That's what you said.

Remus said he was a
piece of dog shit.

Conducting illegal activities with
individuals from various cities.

I would like you to confirm
that for Mr. Hoover.

( Sighs )

Remus confirms it.

And Mr. Thompson did business
with you in Cincinnati?

- Remus rues the day...
- Stop doing that.

Doing what?

Referring to yourself
in the third person.

Remus will say
whatever he pleases.

And I will have you
transferred to Leavenworth.

What do you know about Tampa?

- It's humid.
- Relative to Nucky Thompson.

Nothing. What should Remus...

What should I know?

Go get your hotcakes.

Satisfied?

Every time he talks, he gets
out of jail for the night,

free meals, cushy hotel room.

That doesn't mean what
he's saying isn't true.

- He did give us Harry Daugherty.
- Daugherty's one man.

I haven't even been sworn
in yet and you're asking me

to commit tens of thousands more
into building a conspiracy case.

A dozen arrests in
one fell swoop.

Think of the headlines, Edgar.

And think of the
headlines if I fail.

"New Bureau Chief Lays an Egg."

You promised me a weak link
in Thompson's organization.

I'm working on that.

Agent Tolliver, you have a call.

Pardon me.

( Sighs )

I know it's none of my business,

but it might behoove you to
get on board with his plan.

Why is that?

Because our new Attorney General
thinks it's a great idea.

( Music playing )

( men laughing )

Johnny, how you doing?
Good? You good?

Listen, we need to talk. You hungry?
You hungry?

Get him a steak, rare.

- I just had lunch.
- You said you wanted to see me.

I did.

This you?

Jeez, another one?

That's a shame for
his family, huh?

I mean, for all we know, the
guy got a couple of brothers.

You know, an old mother bawling
her eyes out every night.

- You think it's funny?
- No, I don't.

I'm gonna get that
fuck O'Banion.

Put a pill in him myself.
Make it public.

Remind people you
bleed before you die.

Why you want to move
on Deanie O'Banion?

For Frank, John.

You got nothing puts
O'Banion in that.

I got a dozen mick cops don't
even let him get his hands up.

- That don't mean O'Banion.
- They hit nobody but Frank.

- What, a whole crowd of people?
- Al. Al.

- No, they were probably after me.
- Al!

It's not gonna happen.

It's my brother, John.

You... you seen what they did.

I saw. Buon'anima.

But Chicago cops,
not Dean O'Banion.

Bullshit! He paid 'em off.

You want to take on
the Chicago Police?

- They'll send a fucking army down here.
- ( sniffles )

We're not starting a war.

We'd crush 'em, John.

I have business
with Dean O'Banion,

which you will not impede.

I didn't ask for this.

( Plate shatters )

( sniffles )

I hear big things about RCA.

You can't touch the
stocks the big noise can,

but what you can do
is buy into a trust.

What about pools?

My wife's father says they're
a lot more profitable.

And a lot more expensive.

The last pool I knew of,

the minimum buy-in was 75,000.

( Exhales )

Now, the Anaconda Realty Trust

is what you need
to be looking at.

If it were my money, sure,

but Dottie's got
ideas of her own.

( Knocks, opens door )

You have the meeting with the
gentleman at the Cunard Line, sir.

Call me a cab, please.
Oh, Mrs. Rohan.

Yes, Mr. Bennett?

I don't mean to put
you on the spot.

Didn't I put your husband in
Anaconda Realty last year?

You tried, sir, yes.

I tried?

I'm sorry, sir, I never told you

because I was too embarrassed.

I put your husband in Anaconda Realty.
I'm certain of it.

You advised him, that's correct.

But we've four wee ones
and it was a risk.

I talked him out of investing.

- Oh, you didn't.
- I did, sir.

I'm sorry.

What happened?

Fortune down the drain,
that's what happened.

It's a woman's place
to tend to the home.

It's a man's to
tend to the future.

That'll be all, Mrs.
Rohan. Thank you.

What time is your meeting?

15 minutes.

Tell me about this Anaconda.

- ( Music playing )
- 40 minutes I'm waiting.

He'll be along.

( Speaks Italian )

What, am I six years old?

Almond torte from Veniero's.

We got the same thing in Coney Island.
Gargiulo's.

Frankie Yale. They finally
run you out of Brooklyn?

No, Charlie, I come
by for the cake.

( Speaks Italian )

- Been out in the sun.
- Cut the crap, huh?

I've been down in Tampa
and you know it.

You and your pal Meyer.

What of it?

We got business, him and me.

You, him, and Nucky Thompson.

You buried all that with Nucky.

I was there, remember?

You forgive that easy?
That's good to know.

How about you cross
me and find out?

And for the record, I ain't
in business with Thompson.

Vincenzo Petrucelli,

he call me on the telephone.

I turned it down, Joe.
( speaks Italian )

I know.

So what am I doing here?

There's a different deal.
Very lucrative.

Petrucelli's the biggest
importer of heroin

in the whole southeast.

Since when?

Since he killed Joe
Raguto in New Orleans.

Straight-razored his throat
during last year's Mardi Gras.

Go back to Tampa.

Talk to Petrucelli.

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

maybe they carry
something for us, too.

( Distant chatter and laughter )

Doris: It says here
they read Nietzsche.

Who did?

Those boys who killed
that kid in Chicago.

They thought they were supermen

who could get away with murder.

Keep your head down.

Relax.

You relax. Me now.

I read "Zarathustra"
in high school.

All that "God is dead" malarkey.

You believe in God, don't you?

Of course.

Why would you ask me that?

I didn't mean anything by it.

You're leaving?

You want me to stay?
Then say that.

Did I do something wrong?

Don't be dim.

- Okay.
- ( laughs )

Next time we should
use your room.

Have they put someone
else in yet?

No.

I heard Clayton's parents gave
everything to the Salvation Army.

Has he written you or anything?

- Jesus Christ, Doris.
- What?

First those boys back in
Chicago, now Clayton.

When did you get so morbid?

I was just making conversation.

Yeah?

Why don't you make it
with someone else?

And now you're leaving again?

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

( Door closes )

- ( machines chugging )
- ( chatter )

It's awful, like a knitting
needle in the gut.

My Aunt Ann would be a
week in bed each month.

A week? I'd cut off my own head.

Bennett: Miss Preston,
feeling better?

I am, sir. Thank you.

She tell you how she
closed Jeff Romsey?

Reeled him in for a
cool five grand.

Romsey's got that kind of dough?

Well, Mrs. Romsey does.

Will he make money?

Well, it's a real estate trust.

A lot of different stocks
in there, mostly dogs.

Some with less
fleas than others.

Will he make money? Who knows?

You, on the other hand,

I see an immediate fiscal gain

in your future.

And to think I
considered waitressing.

Your boy Al,

he's pixilated or something.
He won't listen to reason.

He's grieving. He'll
right himself.

Either that or sink stern first.

He's under control for now.

But his suspicions regarding
you and those cops...

On my mother, John. I swear.

It wasn't us.

I believe you, okay? Relax.

So, the brewery, Sieben's.

Fine, I'll take it
off your hands.

Our full price?

I just said fine.
Don't bend me over.

And Greektown?

That I have to say no to.

For the love of Mike, John.
We helped you take Cicero.

And you can't give me a few lousy
blocks bordering my own territory?

I do that and the Southside
becomes the Northside.

We gave you that election
with an apple in its mouth.

Practically handed it to you.

And this is your payback.

Half a million on a brewery

I need like a hole
in my fucking head.

You can make anything there...
Beer, pop, whatever you like.

I'm selling fucking Nehi now?

Hey, Papa, relax.

You think this squares
us, then swell.

And you don't think
it squares us.

I'll tell you what.
Think some more.

( Moaning )

Come now, settle down.

Settle down.

Just a few drops, Gillian.

Do that for me?

( Heaves )

( coughing )

I dreamt

I died.

I'm sorry.

( Groaning )

( music playing )

( people chatting, laughing )

( music continues )

♪ Everybody loves my baby

♪ But my baby don't
love nobody but me ♪

♪ Nobody but me

♪ Everybody wants my baby ♪

♪ But my baby don't
want nobody but me ♪

♪ That's plain to see

♪ I am his sweet beauty and ♪

♪ He's my loving man

♪ Knows how to do his duty ♪

♪ Loves me like no other can ♪

♪ That's why everybody
wants my baby ♪

♪ But my baby don't
want nobody but me ♪

♪ Nobody but me...

Impressive set of pipes.

Isn't that what the
youngsters say?

This is it?

This is all you've got on Knox?

I believe your request was
for any and all background.

I'd already provided his employment
application over the telephone.

So he's had mumps and earned a
D in civics in fifth grade.

Which, no doubt, set him
down the path to Bolshevism

and other unsavory activities.

If you're willing to do blackface,
you can go on after this number.

I don't mean to make
light of your request,

but there's simply no further
information to provide.

I have spoken with his
superiors, his former colleges.

JMT. The handkerchief.

An acronym, perhaps.

The John Muir Trail.

It's a hiking route in
the Sierra Nevadas.

Monogrammed on a hankie?

I'm merely exhausting
all possibilities.

And no word on Elliot?

Retired from the bureau.
Sold his home.

No forwarding address.

Without so much as a good-bye.

What's wrong, Mr. Thompson?

What troubles you so?

You ever wake up, have a
vague feeling of unease?

Like you know something's wrong,

but you can't put your
finger on it yet.

When I do, I usually
just go back to sleep.

♪ Nobody but me

♪ That's plain to see

♪ Now if my baby kisses me ♪

♪ Upon my rosy cheeks

♪ I'll just let
those kisses be ♪

♪ Don't wash my face for weeks ♪

♪ That's why everybody
wants my baby ♪

♪ But my baby don't
want nobody but me ♪

♪ Nobody but me.

( Applause and cheering )

( chatter )

He just buzzed.

You're on.

Bearer bonds are fine, but
they're no investment.

- Trade up. Cash them in for opportunity.
- ( knocks )

Sir, you've a meeting with the
gentleman from the Cunard Line.

Thank you.

Mrs. Rohan, say hello
to Abe Redstone.

Pleasure to make...

( chuckles )

Hello.

Mrs. Rohan, is it?

It is. Yes, sir.

I was just telling
Abe here how...

Hmm.

I have the distinct feeling
we've met somewhere before.

I'm sure you're mistaken.

- I'd have remembered.
- Mmm...

( clicks tongue ) I have it.

Gloves.

- I beg your pardon?
- You attended to me at Best & Company.

Finer men's accessories.

I'm afraid I've never
worked there, sir.

Well, my mistake, then.

So I was just telling Abe here

how I put your husband
into Anaconda.

Right. Yes, you did.

And what does your
husband do, Mrs...

Rohan.

He's in sales, sir.

- Railroad equipment.
- Ah, I see.

And he bought into this
Anaconda Realty Trust?

He did, sir, yes.

After I insisted.

You tried to talk him
out of it, right?

Yes.

But I regretted not buying it

and we lost a great
deal of money.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Bennett.

I don't feel well. Excuse me.

Nervous type.

Your cut.

Good week.

Ah, then I see Miss
Maitland is a success.

She all right.

She putting asses in them seats.

I want to talk to you
about extending her run.

That would be impossible.

Why is that?

She's committed to appear in...

Louisville next weekend.

Send 'em somebody else.

And what will you do for me?

Already offered you a whiskey.

The Universal Negro
Improvement Association...

I should like to open a chapter
here on your Northside.

- Like a club?
- A confederation.

A place where like-minded
individuals gather

to promote the free
exchange of ideas.

( Sighs )

Sound congenial enough.

It is.

But its contributions to
the Libyan defy measure.

And Miss Maitland?

The good people of Louisville

will do without her
for another month.

Teacher: "'Scoundrel, ' I said
in a voice husky with rage."

'Follow me or I stab
you where you stand.'

And I broke my way
from the ballroom

into a small antechamber,

dragging him unresistingly
with me as I went.

And in a few seconds
I forced him

by sheer strength against
the wainscoting,

and plunged my sword,

with brute ferocity,

repeatedly through

"and through his bosom."

So...

William Wilson is no more.

Any thoughts on what
Poe is doing here?

Mr. Hemmings?

He's showing how admiration
can turn into hatred.

Very good.

And the result being what?

Girl: The murder of his rival?

Teacher: Which in this case
is another form of murder.

Mr. Thompson?

Mr. Thompson?

Mr. Thompson?

Yes, sir?

The murder of Wilson's
doppelganger is also what?

His own suicide.

( Class murmuring )

Mr. Thompson, where
are you going?

( Murmuring continues )

- ( chatter )
- ( thunder rumbling )

What in the heck was that?

I'm so sorry, sir.

I don't know what came over me.

You girls and your
delicate constitutions.

It won't happen
again, I assure you.

Well, apparently
Redstone was charmed.

He put 150 grand into Anaconda.

What?

From him, not me.

( Phone rings )

Connors and Gould.

Mrs. Thompson, this is
Arnold Rothstein calling.

Did you receive my gift?

I did, sir. Thank you.

Lovely as it was
to see you again,

I will thank you in advance
for your discretion.

Yes, sir.

I'm assuming a
reciprocal arrangement

would be to your
advantage as well?

It would.

- Then until next time.
- ( thunder rumbling )

I must look horrid.

No, on the contrary. You look...

well, I was gonna say at peace.

Now that the poison's
out of your system.

A gentleman in my boudoir

and me like this, no less.

We all carry our
burdens, Gillian.

What are yours?

Ambition.

What's wrong with that?

At the expense of family.

Of love.

These last months
getting to know you...

without people you care
about, it's all...

You take that fella from the
A&P chain that I had you meet.

- At dinner?
- Mr. Hewson from Evansville.

Now, he's a very
difficult personality.

Been making this merger
practically impossible.

Now, normally, a man like
that would get my goat.

But since I met you...

I feel as though none
of that matters.

Did tending to me cause
your affairs to suffer?

I'm so sorry.

Gillian, you're important to me.

Hewson, A&P, everything
else can go hang.

( Cap clatters )

What's this for?

- See what you're buying.
- Give it to him.

Not bad. Warm, though.

- Like your people drink it.
- Like it's meant to be drank.

Torrio: Give him the money.
Get this over with.

- I don't need to count it.
- Count it anyway.

I know where to find you.

Smart buy, Johnny. (
knocks on table )

Place puts out a quiet
1,000 barrels a week.

Yeah, and now I also got
a place to keep my hats.

Bring the car around.

Police! Nobody move!

- Hands where I can see 'em.
- All right, you, up against the wall.

( Gunshots )

- Back it up.
- All right, not so fast.

- What the fuck is this?
- What's it look like?

Come on, hands behind your back.

Well, this is chummy.

Dean O'Banion and John Torrio.

What is that, a peace treaty?

Just a simple real
estate transaction.

Involving a property
housing an ocean of beer.

Read the contract. I
don't own this place.

A raid, Deanie, the minute
you sell me this shithole?

I'm in irons just like you.

- Quit your griping.
- Get these guys to the paddy wagon.

Come on. Let's go. Move it.
Move it.

Woman: Illegal drinking,
horrid jazz music,

all types of low characters.

Shooting hypodermics right
out there in the gutter.

- It's a disgrace.
- We've been told something would be done.

That wood-shingled
house on Baltic.

Yeah, well, I'll
get on over there.

Woman: That's what
you said last time.

- Where Mr. White at?
- Three meetings in a row now.

Mr. White indisposed at present.

That's 'cause he up
there on that boardwalk

disposing himself
with the white folk.

( Crowd murmuring )

( murmuring stops )

With all due respect,
within the past month

we've had two separate incidents

of young men in the community
succumbing to heroin overdoses.

We're looking into
that, Deacon Cuffy.

Cuffy: But if whoever is
peddling this poison persists,

I must inform Mr. White.

- I told him.
- Woman: Tell him again.

Deacon Cuffy, if I may.

Ladies, gentlemen...

I am Dr. Valentine Narcisse.

Though I am not from
here, I am of here,

just as I am of anywhere
the Libyan makes his home.

There is a scourge
in our community

in the guise of heroin.

( Murmuring )

There is a scourge in
the guise of alcohol.

The true scourge, however,

is not disguised at all.

That scourge is apathy on
the part of your leader.

- Yes.
- Yes.

I know your Mr. White.

Know him better
than he realizes.

He's a good man, but a
man whose true purpose

has been clouded by
misguided ambition.

- Woman: Mm-hmm, that's right.
- Narcisse: With his permission

and with the assistance of Mr.
Purnsley,

I have come to breathe new
life into this community,

to aid those who
seek betterment,

to abrogate those who
would hold us back.

With Deacon Cuffy,

we shall restore this community

to its full and
glorious potential.

- Hallelujah.
- Yes!

( Applause )

- Eli: That's not what I said.
- It is, Daddy.

I heard it, too.

Then what I meant was a
girl doesn't need college

the way a boy does
to make her way.

Well, there are plenty of
girls at Willie's school.

- Isn't that right?
- There's a couple.

Cooking, sewing, maybe typing,
that's all you need to know.

But what if I want to learn?

You can take my spot.

- I can?
- No. What's that supposed to mean?

Eli: What does that
mean, take your spot?

- That I'm leaving school.
- What?

Willie, what are you saying?

- I dropped out today.
- Wait a minute, what?

You already left?

I spoke to Dean Carnell
this afternoon.

- Go do the dishes.
- I want to hear this.

Uncle Nucky never needed college.
Look how he's done.

- Will, we discussed this.
- Excuse me, Nuck.

Things get tough,
so you just quit?

What kind of man are you?

June: His friend
Henry who died...

People die. Life goes on, June.

And his life goes on. He's
getting an education.

Listen to your father, Will.

And he doesn't need you to tell
him to listen to his father.

He's gonna listen
because I'm his father.

I was the one who made money for
this family while you were in jail.

- Jail?
- Go to your room right now.

I'm gonna talk to your dean and
you're gonna re-enroll on Monday.

I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Eli.

Let's discuss this tomorrow
when clearer heads can prevail.

My head's clear right now.

And you're gonna do as I say.

- Get your hand off me.
- What?

I said get your hand...

Who you talking to, huh?

Think I'm one of your buddies?

- Eli!
- Eli!

Eli, stop it!

Leave him!

You leave school, you
leave this house!

I'm leaving this house anyway!

( Crying )

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

( Moaning )

Come on, girl.

Too hot for all this now.

So?

What did he say?

You ain't packing
no bags just yet.

I wish I wasn't packing
'em ever again.

What he like?

The doctor?

He's smart.

Lots of people look up to him.

Treat you good?

Not as good as you.

He kin or something?

Where you off to?

My mother was a prostitute.

She was murdered.

I saw it.

She always put me in the closet

with my doll

while she had business.

"Don't peep.

Don't peek."

Sometimes I did.

All the ladies had a jar of lye

they kept under the bed

in case the man got rough,

acted a fool.

One day I saw her
swing that jar.

Man screamed so loud,

sounded like he got lit on fire.

- She ain't take no mess.
- No.

No, she did not.

That man choked her till
she didn't move anymore.

They catch him?

Dr. Narcisse found me.

Put his wings around
me ever since.

You and him ever...

No.

He's a decent man.

So what that make me?

That make you my man.

A year-long engagement
at the Onyx.

Got to think about that.

Pharaoh can make
all things pass.

Well, Pharaoh ain't
had no partners.

Mr. Thompson.

He the kind of partner I like.

- And why's that?
- 'Cause he the silent kind.

( laughs )

Where you going, girl?

New number to rehearse.

Prove to you you
can't do without me.

Shouldn't you be getting home?

Home is wherever
you be, darling.

( Glass clinking )

I'd have used a gavel, but I'm afraid
we'd have an awful mess on our hands.

- ( Men laugh )
- Gentlemen,

Miss Randolph, good evening.

As some of you know, it
is our great good fortune

to have in our midst our nation's
esteemed Treasury Secretary,

the Honorable Andrew Mellon.

If that's your attempt at
sticking my department

with the dinner bill,
you can forget it.

( Men laugh )

Two hours ago, I
had the privilege

of attending a brief
ceremony at the White House

where President Coolidge
made what I consider to be

one of the key appointments
of his administration.

Without further ado,

I give you a young man
whose integrity, zeal,

and sense of morality
knows no bounds.

The new Director of the
Bureau of Investigation,

Mr. John Edgar Hoover.

Thank you, Mr. Attorney General,

for that wonderful introduction.

And thank you all
for being here.

Secretary Mellon, it
is truly my honor.

Many of us in this room

have known and worked with
each other for years.

Heck, Jim Tolliver and I
attended law school together.

Those of you who know me

know I won't stand
for corruption.

Those of you who don't,

well, you'll soon find out.

The previous administration

was lax, shall we say,

in its prosecution of criminals

both within as well as
outside the government.

I stand before you
vowing that will change.

Just recently,

after extensive investigative
work on my part,

I came to a realization

that a nationwide criminal
conspiracy was at work

undermining the very fabric
of our great nation.

Bootleggers and murderers
from New York to Chicago,

from Philadelphia
to Atlantic City

have formed a network
of organized crime,

if you will, one that I
myself will dismantle.

Now I've instructed my
men to build a case

whereby we can prosecute
these coconspirators

en masse in federal court.

( Music playing )

♪ Just like a melody

♪ That lingers on...

What's this?

Not much.

But it was all I
could rustle up.

- You shouldn't have.
- I'm fine.

Gonna spoil me, you know that?

You have no idea.

Why are you smiling?

It's a secret.

Mmm.

It's the secrets that undo us.

Tell me one of yours.

Very well.

Remember when we first met,
I told you I was married?

Yes.

Well, the day after I met you,

I began divorce proceedings.

Now...

what's yours?

Why were you smiling?

I was smiling because you
made me feel something

I haven't felt in
a very long time.

What's that?

Happiness.

- ( Music playing )
- He came to the realization?

That's rich.

I mean, the gall to say that

in front of an entire
group of agents.

The Attorney General, no less.

I'm the one who sold him on
the whole conspiracy angle.

He didn't even want
to address it.

"Extensive investigative work."

I'm the one running the
entire undercover operation.

Yes, regarding that,
Agent Tolliver,

it'd be ever so helpful
if you would refrain

from carrying monogrammed
handkerchiefs.

Don't tell me what to do, Means.

I'm the only one standing
between you and a jail cell.

Why am I surprised?

Edgar was the same
way in law school.

The best predictor
of future behavior

is past behavior.

I'm afraid young Mr. Hoover
proves no exception.

Atlantic City, Nuck.

You want to call that
your own, that's fine.

- What's that supposed...
- This house,

this family...

this is mine.

Put your hands on
me in my own home?

Was I supposed to let
you kill the kid?

The fuck you know about it?

- What?
- Kids.

Nothing ever came from you.

You never had a family.

You're drunk, Eli.

Nothing ever came from you.

Mabel died trying
to give you a son.

That's enough.

Not my family.

I'm going to chalk this up
to whiskey and bad timing.

As for Willie, he's a good kid.

But like his father, sometimes
he acts without thinking.

- ( Car starts )
- Man: All right, boss.

My family, Nucky.

My goddamn family!

( Music playing )

Johnny, hey.

Welcome home.

You hungry? You want a drink?

I want a shower.

Some anisette.

A little company first?

- Send them away.
- Scram, girls.

I got the bond as
soon as I could.

100 grand that judge levied.

With fucking child killers
running the streets.

Your pal O'Banion,
on the other hand...

( sniffles ) well...

What about him?

An hour in, they drop
all the charges.

He already signed the
deed over to you.

My second pinch for alcohol.

They're gonna put me away.

The cops knew to be
right there right then.

Ralph: Just like
with our brother.

And just like with Frank,
O'Banion walks away.

A man my age don't
belong in prison.

Away from his home
and from his wife.

A man my age needs to relax.

I'm tired, Al.

Been a long fucking day.

Need a ride home?

- Anything?
- No, I'm good.

Actually,

there is one thing
I'd like you to do.

Kill that Irish fuck.

- ( Waves crashing )
- ( seagulls screeching )

( boat horn blares )

( car approaches )

- Willie.
- Uncle Nucky, I'm sorry.

What the hell happened?
Why didn't you call me?

I just...

couldn't be there anymore.

If you're trying to impress me,
you're off to a very poor start.

This isn't a game, Will.

I need to trust you.

I need men around me who
can keep their wits.

I know.

I can.

I will.

Go home now, get some rest.

Tom will drive you.

He'll be awake.

He'll be drunk.

It'll just upset my mother.

Stay here tonight.

But in the morning
we're going to talk.

Deacon.

Need to talk to you.

Found out who's been running
that poison around here.

I know full well, Mr. Purnsley.

And I'm on my way to see Mr.
White right now.

Deacon, please.

I've seen the error of my ways

and I'm on the path
to righteousness.

Mmm.

A guilty man will say
anything to save his skin.

Pray with me, Deacon.

Please.

Take my hand.

( Blade clicks )

( groaning )

Our Father who art in heaven...

Come on, how did it go?

( Grunts )

Daughter: Dear Lord,

delivered into the hands
of the wicked by a kiss.

Bound like a thief,

abandoned by your disciples...

have mercy on me.

Dear Lord...

dying on the cross in
the presence of Mary,

pierced with a lance that
drew blood from your side,

taken down and placed in the
arms of your sorrowful mother...

have mercy on me.

The flesh withers as
the spirit flourishes.

- I know that's right, Doctor.
- Hmm.

And what did the
spirit divine today?

- Chalky, he's...
- Ahem.

Mr. White.

He doesn't seem pleased to have
to answer to Mr. Thompson.

And you?

Is he pleased with you?

I believe he is.

A babe among the reeds.

Your mother, she
fought the spirit.

She hurt you.

It burned for but an instant.

Her pain is everlasting.

These hands set her free.

And set you on your path.

Yes, Doctor.

You will sing for me now.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,

the Onyx Club is
proud to present

Miss Daughter Maitland.

( Cheering and applause )

( music playing )

♪ When this world began

♪ It was heaven's plan

♪ There should be a girl
for every single man ♪

♪ To my great regret

♪ Someone has upset

♪ Heaven's pretty program

♪ For we've never met

♪ I'm clutching at
straws just because ♪

♪ I may meet him yet

♪ Somebody loves me

♪ 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" ♪

♪ Somebody loves me

♪ I wonder who

♪ Maybe it's you

♪ Some... somebody loves me ♪

♪ I wonder who

♪ Maybe it's you.