Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 5, Episode 2 - The Good Listener - full transcript

( Theme music playing )

( music playing )

( water dripping )

♪ In the cafe the other day ♪

♪ Down in Chinatown ♪

♪ There I sat in a Chinese hat ♪

♪ With a black man,
yellow, and brown ♪

♪ Plinky Plinky Poo said,
"Quiet, please"... ♪

- ( Moaning ) - ♪ Pakee
Pakee Poo will sing ♪

♪ And music will play
in an Oriental way ♪

♪ While played by
Ling Ling Pling... ♪



( Yodeling )

- ( loud banging )
- Man: This is a raid!

- ( Whistle blowing )
- ( men shouting )

- ( shouting continues )
- ( whistle blowing )

Man: Federal agents.

( Shouting continues )

Federal agents. Don't move.

Get the rats out
of those corners.

- Flush 'em out.
- Yes, sir.

Cash on the table.

That's right.

Give 'em the third degree, boys.

Fuck.

( Music playing )



Torrio: You sure, Nuck?
Nothing to eat?

Thank you, John, no.

Grazie.

Anisette?

- John.
- For our guest.

Snuck it back from Naples.

Well, in that case.

So, what brings you to New York?

I was about to ask
you the same thing.

I'm from here. Figured
might as well retire here.

You look good, John. Relaxed.

I still can't swallow right.

A few crumbs from a biscotto'll
send me into a choking fit.

Small price to pay.

If only I knew what
I was paying for.

I'd always assumed O'Banion.

A little closer to home.

Capone moved on you?

Let's just say whoever it
was, I got the message.

Most fellas in this business,

they get their retirement papers
straight from the Grim fucking Reaper.

Colosimo, Rothstein,

Masseria.

Got his wake tomorrow.

Joe the Boss.

Richest man in the cemetery.

I'll show up, pretend
to say a prayer,

then I'll come home and
listen to Rudy Vallee.

Pleasant evening.

I got everything I need, Nucky.

I eat, go to pictures,
feed the birds.

I walked away from that other
shit and I never looked back.

Then I suppose you'd have no opinion
on who tried to have me clipped.

What? When was this?

Havana. Two days ago.

Jesus Christ.

I ran into Meyer Lansky at
a cafe before it happened.

He's down there all the time.

- What for?
- Who knows?

Get away from his wife.

Masseria, then me.

Within 24 hours.

Ask me, the little kike's
taking orders from Maranzano.

Sit down with him direct.
Look him right in the eye.

- Maranzano?
- I'll broker if you want.

Be your go-between.

Year in, year out,

different dogs,
same fucking bone.

Well, how many times
you need to hear it?

Take the hint and
retire already.

( Sighs )

Elenore: O Lord, who
watches over children

in this present life
and the world to come,

bringing them to live
with the spirits

of the divine rest,

receive in peace the soul

of your little servant Susan.

- Amen.
- Ethan: Amen.

( Crying )

( fly buzzing )

Damn heat.

Why haven't they come?

I sent a message for the
undertaker hours ago.

Say a prayer for your sister.

Go... go on.

Is she dead?

- ( Crying )
- Hush yourself now.

She's with Jesus now, dear.

It's going to be all right.

( Crying )

- Take him outside.
- Elenore: Shh, shh, shh.

Go, God damn it, and
get to your work.

Have we no money? Is that
why they haven't come?

There was a dollar in the tin.

- Leave me be.
- Did you drink it away?

- Just tell me that.
- She's my child, too.

Elenore: The thought of
her in potter's field.

Ethan: There'll be none of that.

Quiet now.

She'll rest in the yard

so she's close.

( Tapping )

Sorry. Nerves.

Res ipsa loquitur.

Mr. Thompson?

Yes. Thank you.

Good luck.

William Thompson.

Robert Hodge. Welcome.

- Is it crowded out there?
- A little bit.

Hypothetical...

You're an assistant US Attorney,

you're prosecuting a fella,
let's call him Baker.

Now, this Baker's been
arrested for petty theft,

due to be released
the next morning.

That night, a detective calls,

says he's certain this is the
same Baker who's a stickup artist

from Ohio wanted for a
string of robberies.

What he needs is for you to
misplace Baker's paperwork

till the file arrives from
Youngstown in two more days.

If you don't and Baker's released,
chances are he'll flee.

Well?

I can't do it.

So he cools his heels awhile.

Three squares and a cot.

That's not a bad deal
for anyone nowadays.

- It's unethical, sir.
- He's an ex-jailbird.

He killed a railway clerk.

He left a wife and six kids

and you can't do the
police a simple favor?

The law is a shield,
sir, not a sword.

Holy Spirit High
School, Atlantic City.

Then Temple in Philadelphia and St.
John's Law in New York.

Atlantic City.

I don't suppose you're
related to Nucky Thompson.

He's my father's brother.

That relationship is usually
classified as uncle.

Well, you don't get to
choose your relatives, sir.

No.

But some of us get to
choose our staff members.

- Mr. Hodge, I...
- Thank you for coming in.

I'd tail him myself if I had to.

- What?
- Baker, your stickup man.

I'd make sure he was released
in accordance with the law,

but I wouldn't let
him out of my sight

until the file arrived
from Youngstown.

I want to be a prosecutor, sir.

I want to put criminals in jail.

The ones who divide families.

I've lost my own father,

heard my mother cry herself to
sleep more times than I can count.

I know the way crime eats
you out from the inside.

I know it and I hate it.

Give me a chance, sir. Please?

Let me do something
good with my life.

( Music playing )

"Public Enemy," "Little Caesar,"
have you seen either of those?

Comedies. Good for a chuckle.

( Men laughing )

Where's Mike?!

He's on his way, I guess.

You guess? Go fucking find him.

- Dove?
- Where the fuck is D'Angelo?

- Where's D'Angelo?
- Where the fuck is D'Angelo?

Where's D'Angelo?

Had a projectionist come over,
show 'em to me and the boys.

Hey, Ralphie, what do you think?

Single pleats or double?

Double. Give the sauseech
a little breathing room.

( laughing )

- You heard him. A dozen pair.
- Double pleats.

Would you ever do a
picture yourself?

What for? I'm already famous.

( laughing )

Where the fuck's Mike?!

I'm on it, Al. I'm on it.

We're on it, Al. We're on it.

- What's this for again?
- "Variety" in Hollywood.

Paging Mike D'Angelo.
Paging Mike D'Angelo!

In a jiffy, Al. In a jiffy.

He's coming down
the hall now, Al.

Hey, he's coming down
the hall now, Al.

- Two-inch cuffs.
- At your height, an inch a half is...

Two inches.

- Get a lot of fan mail?
- Here's Mike, Al.

12 seconds with the
big boy, Mike.

Don't get him agitated.

Mike, where you been?
Been asking for you.

What's on your mind, boss?

- Hey!
- Sorry, sorry.

- This is off the record.
- Why, sure.

- Naturally.
- Ralphie, what I want Mike for?

I don't know, Al.
You didn't say.

Jesus, I got a lot on my mind.

- Now, you gotta ask me.
- Actually, Al, I need to talk to you.

Last night, 6th and
Springer, feds.

- What?
- How bad?

600 cases Canadian Club.

- Any cash?
- Just shy of 20 grand.

Jesus! Back off, Puddy!

- Take a hike. Shoo, come on.
- All right.

- Get him outta here.
- Apologies!

Get outta here.

- Take a hike.
- Sorry.

6th and Springer. Whose
territory is that?

Mueller and the other one.

Atlantic City.

He says he's been
making his payoffs,

but this fed, the one in charge,

says he never saw him before.

How's that Al's problem?

It ain't.

I just, you know, want
to make him aware.

I'm aware.

Those clowns owe me 20 grand.

Tell Mueller he finds the dough

or I'll sell his balls
for fucking scrap!

( laughing )

You were telling me
about your fan mail.

Sure. Comes in from
all over the world.

People looking to make a touch.

- Berlin.
- See?

Even the Krauts know
what a prince I am.

( laughs )

- Floor, please?
- Nine.

Was he upset?

Al? No. He had a
big laugh of it.

Well, that's a rel...

Of course he was upset,
you fucking blockhead.

20 grand, you think
that's peanuts?

- Mr. D'Angelo, I...
- 14th floor.

( Whistling tune )

12th, skip.

Switching to a suite.

( Continues whistling )

- ( elevator bell dings )
- 12th floor.

Have a good day.

You're gonna replace that dough.

Every last cent. You understand?

- How am I supposed to do that?
- You gonna give me lip now?

- No, sir.
- Figure it the fuck out.

Got to be something rattling around
that giant coconut of yours.

Ninth floor.

You got 24 hours, Mueller.

Going down.

Well?

What's he hocking you for?

You work for me, so I'm
getting the blame.

What do you want from me?

I was lucky I wasn't
pinched myself.

- We have to answer for this.
- I told him what happened.

Some Boy Scout fed trying
to make a name for himself.

Are you deaf? Mr.
D'Angelo does not care.

Mr. Capone wants his money.

- And Mr. Mueller can go f...
- Fifth floor.

Women: Tearoom, please.

( Dog whining )

Oh, say hello to my Daisy.

Say hello to my Daisy.

Hello, Daisy.

Yeah. There you go.

Oh, isn't that nice?

- Yes.
- ( elevator bell dings )

Third floor. Tearoom.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Goddamn fucking money.

I'll get it back, okay?

You're chock-full of
promises, aren't you?

I said I'd take care of it.

You can barely take
care of yourself.

You reek, by the way.

Of urine.

- ( Elevator bell dings )
- Lobby.

Going to see the big fella.

( Music playing )

We would summer in Saratoga.

This was when Martin
still had the factory.

Hmm.

I'd go up with the children
and open the house.

And Martin would stay in the
city and tend to his affairs.

And I do mean that literally.

Was he that brazen?

Oh, nothing if not discreet.

And the season in Saratoga
was always very gracious.

We preferred Atlantic City.

My husband had
family there, so...

Man on radio: And now it's
time for "The Good Listener"

with Mrs. Nadine St. Clair.

Nadine: Hello, dear friends.

Thank you for joining me today.

Oh, I do love a bit of the
agony aunt, don't you?

Nadine: In these
uncertain times,

wouldn't you like to
know there's someone

who understands our burdens?

But, dear friends,
I hope you realize

you can always talk to me.

Our first letter comes from J.W.
in Morristown.

She relates a
heartbreaking tale.

Unwanted pregnancy.

Nadine: "Dear Mrs. St. Clair",

for the last three
years my fiancé

has promised that as soon
as his mother passed on,

he would do right by me and"...

( radio turns off )

Why did you do that?

It doesn't create a
conducive atmosphere.

I was listening.

Well, you can listen
in the parlor.

It's all right.
Isn't it all right?

I'd like to listen.
I'd like to listen.

I'd like to listen to Nadine St.
Clair.

I... I want to.

I want to. I want to.

- I want to! I want to!
- ( women clamoring )

( barking )

I want to!

- ( Taps baton )
- Ladies! Ladies! Ladies!

( Woman whimpering )

What are we here for?

- ( Woman whimpers )
- Hmm?

To be good.

Were you being good?

Were you?

Were you?

Were you?

Were you?

If we're good today, we'll
be better tomorrow.

And if we're better tomorrow...

Dr. Cotton is happy.

Dr. Cotton is happy.

And when Dr. Cotton
is happy, I'm happy.

And when I'm happy...

Bath time has ended, ladies.

( Chatting quietly )

What are you?

A good girl.

May I have what I asked for?

If I get what I ask for.

( Jackhammer rattling )

( tools buzzing )

Always this noisy?

- Sound of progress.
- Got a whole complex planned.

Rockefeller Center.

Nothing wrong with building
a shrine to oneself.

Isn't that what money's for?

( Chuckles )

Your Senator Lloyd
sends his regrets.

He's been detained
down in Washington.

( Sighs )

Well, if you don't mind, I'd like a
few moments of your time anyway.

And why exactly
should you have it?

Because as the board members

of the newly formed Mayflower
Grain Corporation,

it's fairly obvious,
to me at least,

that you gentlemen are poised
to enter the liquor business.

Is that so?

Unless I'm wrong and
there's more potential

in Wheatena than in
barley and hops.

( laughs ) We agreed to meet, Mr.
Thompson,

as an accommodation
to the senator.

Owing to your special
relationship.

But let's suppose
for the moment,

for the sake of argument,
that you're right

and breakfast cereal is
only half our concern.

Why should we listen to you?

As a result of my
recent trip to Havana,

I've secured exclusive North
American distribution rights

for Bacardi Rum.

In the event the sale
of their product

once again becomes legal.

I propose we pool our resources,

enter into a partnership.

With my experience and know-how,

we can build an infrastructure

ready to distribute
alcohol throughout...

- What experience?
- Beg pardon?

To what experience
are you referring?

My background is quite varied.

Would you care to elaborate?

If there's any question of my
integrity, Senator Lloyd...

We're simply asking what qualifies
you to be in the liquor business.

Specifically.

What qualifies me is that
for the past 11 years

I have been one of the most successful
bootleggers in the country.

Oh, I see.

Is there a reason you wanted to
pretend as if you didn't know?

We prefer putting our
cards on the table.

- Just so we're all on the same page.
- Nucky: Fine.

The crash hit me hard
as anyone, gentlemen.

I can't finance an operation
like I have in mind on my own.

You're putting the
cart before the horse.

We need assurances, Mr.
Thompson,

that repeal actually
is on the horizon.

A half million women
seem to think so,

if that rally was
any indication.

Women For Reform, or whatever
they call themselves.

Wanting something
and achieving it

are two very different things.

Though one naturally
follows the other.

We're betting on the
same thing, boys.

That repeal is going to happen.

That may be true, but
without the senator...

I'll get the senator
back on board.

I'm fairly certain

we both know that's
not gonna happen.

Charles: We do appreciate
your coming in, however.

I made the same deal, you know.

Excuse me?

Across the pond.

To import Dewar's when the
country returns to its senses.

Moet Champagne as well.

Great minds, I suppose.

Married, Mr. Thompson?

Technically. It's complicated.

Well, affairs of the
heart always are.

So your partners,

was that just a vetting process

or should I find some
other doorway to darken?

A man like you frightens them.

These are Brahmins,
not brawlers.

Well, you don't seem
particularly rattled.

( Chuckles )

Atlantic City.

I'll ring you up
next time I visit.

Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Kennedy.

Torrio sent word.
Maranzano wants to meet.

- ( Music playing )
- ( whistling )

( hammering )

( women laugh )

Ah, afternoon, my ladies.

Your royal coachman awaits.

Oh, how regal.

♪ Just a song at twilight ♪

♪ When the lights are low ♪

♪ And the flickering shadows ♪

♪ Softly come and go... ♪

And a serenade as well.

♪ Though the heart be weary ♪

♪ Sad the day and long ♪

♪ Still to us at twilight... ♪

Well, look who it is.

The linchpin of the
entire organization.

Sorry I'm tardy, sir.

So you are. So you are.

I was worried sick.

Yes, sir.

Actually, Lou...

We're running a business, boy.

You're a critical part
of the operation.

You can't just come
and go willy-nilly.

- No, sir.
- You think that sand will sweep itself?

Why, you don't show up, this
whole place descends into chaos.

The very future of this hotel
hanging in the balance.

- Maybe...
- My sister passed.

- What?
- My sister, sir.

She died last night

while we were sleeping.

Are there services? A mass?

I'd like to pay my respects.

No, sir.

The Father came for last rites,

but we're burying her at home.

You should send something.

What for? Kid's old man
thinks I'm a devil.

He votes, don't he?

A tragedy, losing a sister.

All right, then, go on.

Find solace in your work.

( Music playing )

( grunting )

Say, Dad.

( Clatters )

What is it?

Why do clouds just
float in the sky?

Is this a joke?

It's for science class.

Go ask your mother.

She said to ask you.

I'm busy, Chester.

You can see that, can't you?

Clouds float...

because of the atmosphere.

- But...
- Shoo! Upstairs.

Man on radio: You are listening
to "Fleischmann's Yeast Hour"

featuring Rudy Vallee.

♪ I'm just a vagabond lover ♪

♪ In search of a sweetheart... ♪

Dad says on account
of atmosphere.

Good.

Finish your homework.

♪ The girl of my
vagabond dreams... ♪

That is a thoroughly
unladylike habit.

- You are working?
- Yes.

When you will be home?

When will I be home?

When will I be home?

This is what I say.

No, what you said was, "When you
will be home?" which is entirely...

What is difference?

Difference is I'm trying
to raise our children

to speak proper English.

Where is Abigail, by the way?

At her meeting for
the Girl Scouts.

I'll be late.

See that Chester
says his prayers.

( Door slams )

♪ Some girls... ♪

The universe loves
nothing so much

as to change things which are

and to make new
things like them.

You're a student of Marcus Aurelius, Mr.
Thompson?

I'm more of a Ben
Franklin man myself.

A penny saved is a penny earned.

That sort of thing.

Masseria,

Joe the Boss,

he was stubborn.

Like a mule.

And like a mule, he only
understood the switch.

Violence.

But you know this all too well.

I brought Mr. Maranzano up
to speed with your history.

It's true we had
our difficulties.

How many times I try to
reason with the man?

And for what?

A goose egg.

So why try to kill me?

This I did not do.

I saw his partner down in Cuba
the day before it happened.

Meyer and I haven't even spoke
to each other in months.

A falling out?

People drift. Friendships end.

And new ones are forged.

Allegiances change as well.

A man's worth is no greater
than his ambitions.

He's a good boy, Tonino.

Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Lansky I've met only once.

We have no intercourse
whatsoever.

Sicilians only.

Meyer's got his
thing, you got yours.

What we do here...

Concerns no one but us.

You have nothing to fear from me, Mr.
Thompson.

Who said I was afraid?

So do I believe him or not?

Believe whatever it is
gets you out of this mess.

It's the last stop
on Guzik's route.

Got to be 20 grand in
that speak at least.

When he comes out,
we make our move.

Trust me, he won't
put up a fight.

You've been apart how long?

What?

From your wife.

I don't know. Jesus.

Six years or so.

I mean, we arrange to see
each other now and again,

but it's hard.

You still care for her.

Of course. Sure.

All I think about are
her and the kids.

Sometimes I find it
easier to despise someone

than to love them.

The fuck is this guy?

- Whoa, whoa. Easy!
- Eli: Give me the fucking gun.

Steady now and no one gets hurt.

You know who you're
robbing, pal?

- Peter. To pay Paul.
- ( door opens )

What the fuck?

Van Alden: I said steady.

Steady.

- ( Gunshot )
- I said...

- I said steady, God...
- ( gunshot )

( groaning )

- I can't move my legs.
- Fuck!

- Joey! Joey!
- I'm gonna fucking die, Jack!

- Fuck! Let's go.
- My legs! My fucking legs!

You're dead, you son of a bitch!

- Come on. My legs.
- That's Al Capone's money.

- He fucking shot me. I'm fucking dying.
- Joey!

- ( Screams )
- ( gunshot )

- No, don't shoo...
- ( gunshot )

Let's go!

Why must it always
be pandemonium?

( Music playing )

You ever hear that riddle,

the traveler and
the two tribesmen?

One always lies, the other
always tells the truth.

I lay down, they
come after me again.

I fight back...

I met a man today, an Irishman.

Millions of dollars, married,

has his fingers in a
dozen different pies.

Think he's wading through
blood to make a buck?

You get to the point where you

have to live with the
choices you've made.

The good ones and the bad.

And I accept that.

I'm right there.
This fucking close.

This liquor deal comes
through and I'm golden.

Then the trick's to stay alive
long enough to cash out.

( Sighs )

You haven't the slightest idea

what I'm talking about, do you?

Sí.

Sí, you do, or sí, you don't?

What's the difference?

If you'd have a drink, I'd
make a lot more sense.

Do you have anything
to say at all?

I kill them, I don't kill them.

Whatever you say.

Man on radio: Bing Crosby
of the Rhythm Boys

gave you the chorus in the last
selection, "Out of Nowhere."

Man on radio: Gus Arnheim
and his Ambassadors

at the Cocoanut Grove continues.

( Music playing )

Left almost 90 minutes ago.

By way of Yonkers?

Maranzano probably
sent him for crullers.

Who, Tonino? He'd probably
fuck that up, too.

Benny: Oh, the schmuck's
already here.

The fuck were you?

I was here early.

I figured I'd get
my knob polished.

- What are you, 14?
- We're down here waiting.

I'm sorry. It's just, you know.

You posing for animal crackers?

He ain't tipped me yet.

Take a walk.

What's the word on Maranzano?

Is he suspicious?

You know how he is. Plays
it close to the vest.

Did he say anything when
you dropped him off?

He says a lot of shit.
Marcus Polo.

Who the fuck knows what
he's talking about?

You ask me, he believes you
fellas are on the outs.

Based on what?

Nothing. I don't know.
My opinion.

- I don't like this, Charlie.
- Relax.

- We're jake.
- How nice you're so sure.

You had to talk
to Thompson, huh?

- Down in fucking Havana.
- What should I have done?

Gee, maybe not
fucking talk to him?

He saw me, Benny. Better
to face it head-on.

( Speaking Yiddish )

Hey, fuck you, you
fucking screwball!

Enough.

As far as Maranzano knows, Meyer
took it on himself to ice Thompson.

Benny: Who knows what that
fucking greaseball thinks?

I say we move now. Just
take him the fuck out.

It's too soon. We don't
got the support.

Support? What are
we, politicians?

- Ahem.
- What, Tonino?

Prince Street. Me taking over.

I did the thing, you said
you'd think about it.

Masseria ain't even in
the fucking ground yet.

I know. I'm just reminding you.

Go back upstairs. Get
yourself a rim job.

What are you sore at me for?

We'll catch up later, okay?

He's a real fucking
schnorrer, this one.

Yeah, he's all right.

Charlie: Tell it to Gyp Rosetti.

What's this now?

Ethan.

What do you want?

I've come to pay my
respects to you,

your wife.

It's a terrible blow.

She's not here.

Your boy told me what happened.

Is there anything worse
under God's blue heaven

than the loss of
an innocent child?

What's that?

To give your daughter
a proper burial.

Think you can buy me twice?

It was a fair deal, Ethan.

No one forced you
to sell that land.

Take the day, boy.
Be with your family.

Thank you, sir, but if it's all the
same, I'd rather come to work.

- Easy there.
- Pa.

You get the hell
off my property.

I'm not the monster that
you think I am, Ethan.

( Carriage leaving )

( train whistle blowing )

What's he like? Hodge?

Well, he's direct,

tough, earnest.

Sort of reminded me
of Teddy Roosevelt.

Without the big stick, I hope.

In the interview they ask
you these questions,

try to test your integrity.

Would you ever break the
law to get a conviction?

That type of thing.

My name come up?

Excuse me?

During the interview.

No.

'Course not.

I wouldn't be ashamed if it did.

Well, that's very noble,

but you've got a
future to think about.

William H. Thompson,

Chief Justice of
the Supreme Court.

So long as you're not the
Attorney General of New Jersey.

( Chuckles )

You hardly touched your chicken.

I'm okay.

I'm proud of you, Will.
We all are.

Your dad would be, too.

- ( Music playing )
- ( man scatting )

Man: Shut the door.

- Al: Seven.
- Ralph: Six.

( Al laughs ) 42.

- Ralph: One.
- 64.

- 14.
- 72.

- 42.
- 71.

79.

Mueller, where you been?

There was an accident
on Michigan.

What did you bring for lunch?

Cabbage.

Watch it, Fred.

There might be a cockroach
ready to pounce.

That's not funny. There's
bugs everywhere.

( laughing )

- 42.
- 14.

- 72.
- Nine.

Two fat ladies, 88.

( laughing )

Man: In closing, my friends,

it's not the meek who change
the world, but the fighters,

the believers.

The city of Chicago is
at a great precipice,

teetering on the brink
between good and evil.

So I vow to fight
the Capone mob,

not bow out, not walk away,

not give in, not
give up, but fight.

Fight to win for the
fathers, the mothers,

and the schoolchildren
of this city.

Yeah, but, Mr. Ness, how are
you gonna go about this?

And if anyone says that to fight
doesn't get you anywhere,

that a lone treasury agent
can't make a difference,

that the Capone machine
is too powerful,

then I say they don't
know Eliot Ness.

( Reporters clamoring )

( knocks )

- Man: Who is it?
- It's Wilson.

- Making progress?
- Yes, sir.

14,000 in diamond belt buckles.

Christmas gifts for
his employees.

All I got was a lousy
bottle of champagne.

The cathouse on Huron.

I'd like a full
breakdown by morning.

( Music playing )

Señor.

Mr. Thompson, he wants you.

Thirsty?

Nervous, speaking frankly.

Just a friendly conversation
in a very public place.

It was the invitation
got me rattled.

Don't mind him. He's a pussycat.

What do you want to know?

How about you tell me who
it was spoiled my vacation?

You know I could get killed
for just talking to you.

And you will be if you don't.

It was Lansky and Luciano.

They're gonna bide their time,
let Maranzano think he's king.

Then the minute they
got enough support...

His reign is over.

They're gonna take me out, too.
I fucking know it.

Put the knife in my back the
second they get the chance.

But you were on board
with the Masseria hit.

What choice did I have?
It was go along or else.

Maranzano's got
no beef with you.

As far as he's concerned,
Atlantic City's yours.

I can keep what's already mine?

How exceedingly generous.

A lot more so than
the other two.

Does Maranzano know
what they're planning?

If he does, he ain't letting on.

How do you do it?

Work with people
you can't trust?

Is that an offer?

If it were?

Anything, Mr. Thompson, I swear.

I'd come work for
you in a heartbeat.

Tell my man where
we can find Lansky.

In the morning, come see me.

Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I will.

Thank you, sir.

- She was a lovely girl, Billie Kent.
- Huh?

( Train whistle blowing )

God of all mercies,

You make nothing in vain,

and You love all
that You have made.

Comfort us in our grief

and console us
with the knowledge

of Your unfailing love.

Through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

Where are you going?

Made your choice, then, eh?

Sir?

Your boss there, the Commodore.

He said he would
bury her proper.

( Scoffs )

Money never did
the dead no good.

Fill it in.

No. No.

( Sobbing )

( train whistle blows )

Man on radio: And now we're back
with America's favorite family.

Father: Ooh! What the deuce?
Slow down.

- ( Vase shatters )
- Mother's new vase.

Betsy, dear, I told you

there will be no roller-skating
inside the house.

Betsy: Well, I don't
remember that.

Father: I said it 100 times.

Betsy: Well, there's
your problem, Daddy.

I can't count that high.

( Sobbing )

- Son: Hey, Pop.
- Hello, Junior.

Son: Say, I was hoping to
borrow the keys to the Ford.

Father: Why, certainly.

Son: You mean, I can
really take the car?

Father: What car? I said
you could borrow the keys.

Son: Gee, you're not still
sore at me, are you, Pop?

Father: Now why on
earth would I be sore?

Son: On account I
dented the fender?

- Father: You did?
- Son: No, but don't you feel better now?

( Audience laughing,
applauding )

( music playing )

- Woman: I'm red.
- Woman ♪2: No, I'm red.

- I'm red.
- Started already right over here.

- No, I'm red.
- I'm red.

- Don't touch.
- Ow! Ow! Ow!

- Give me that back.
- Ladies. Ladies.

- I'm red.
- Sorry.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

Are you sure we
should be doing this?

I say what goes here.

Understand?

You have a lovely figure.

( Sniffs )

New Year's Eve.

I wore this at the
Hotel Excelsior.

Paul Whiteman played.

Does it flatter me?

Some tailoring, perhaps.

Lower the hemline.

Could you not get
proper stationery?

I'm risking my job as it is.

No crazy letters to
the president, now.

Why would you think
I would do that?

'Cause you're in the
booby hatch, honey.

That's why no pen and
paper is allowed.

I did something wrong.
I know that.

But the doctor said I
needed to be looked after.

I just... it's all a jumble.

I just...

I need to get my
thoughts straight.

( Music playing )

( chatter )

Make sure you cork the rum.

- Fella found a fruit fly...
- ( woman screaming )

- Woman: Oh, help!
- Woman ♪2: Oh, my God!

- ( Tires squeal )
- Man: He's going down there!

It's the black one. The Buick.

Get the car. Get the car!

Man ♪2: Take her out of here.
All right, come on, let's go.

Turn around. Let's go.

Man ♪3: Hey, ladies, come on.
Come on, get out of here.

- ( Music playing )
- ( whistling )

( men vocalizing )

♪ His name was Yuba ♪

♪ He was homely, he was dumb ♪

♪ And so was Yuba, just
a big ambitious bum ♪

♪ He wouldn't do-a so much
as chew a piece of gum ♪

♪ So this is news to me ♪

♪ Booba-doopa-doopa-doopa-doo ♪

♪ Down in Havana there's
a funny-looking boob-a ♪

♪ He plays the rhumba on
the tuba down in Cuba ♪

♪ Oh, any sap'll sell an apple ♪

♪ But this chap would rather grapple
with his oompah-oompah-oompah ♪

♪ They prefer it to a
booba-doopa-doopa, oop-oop ♪

♪ They love a rhumba on
the tuba down in Cuba ♪

♪ Ahh,
boop-boop-boop-boop-boop ♪

♪ It doesn't take him very
long to get a tumble ♪

♪ For all the rhumba lovers
go into their rumble ♪

♪ Oh, how I'd like
to be his double ♪

♪ For without a bit of trouble,
with his oompah-oompah-oompah ♪

♪ He can knock 11 ladies
for a loop-a, oop-oop ♪

♪ They love a rhumba on
the tuba down in Cuba ♪

♪ Ahh,
boop-boop-boop-boop-boop ♪

♪ He's not a greenhorn ♪

♪ He blows a mean horn ♪

♪ A must-be-seen horn ♪

- ♪ Oh, he's a whiz ♪
- ♪ Oh, he's a whiz ♪

- ♪ Oh, he's a whiz ♪
- ♪ Oh, he's a whiz ♪

♪ Why, all Havana loves
this funny-looking boob-a ♪

♪ Who plays the rhumba on
the tuba down in Cuba ♪

♪ I can't believe it, but they tell
us every peanut vendor's jealous ♪

♪ Of his oompah-oompah-oompah ♪

♪ They prefer it to the
boopa-doopa-doopa ♪

♪ Oop-oop ♪

♪ Peanut ♪

♪ They love the rhumba on
the tuba down in Cuba ♪

♪ They love his
oompah-oompah-oompah-oompah-

oomp-oomp-oomp ♪

♪ Oop. ♪