Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 5, Episode 7 - Friendless Child - full transcript

(Theme music playing)

(Humming)

(Radio changing stations)

Man on radio: Good day,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is Robert Hodge,

United States Attorney for
the Southern District,

speaking to you here
in New York City.

My fellow citizens,
we are at war.

Not against a foreign potentate.

Not against a
bloodthirsty despot.

We are at war against
an army of hoodlums



who have made our streets
unsafe for decent people.

Fear, intimidation,

violence...

these are the tools of
this nefarious scoundrel

known as the
modern-day criminal.

(Gunfire)

From the Lower East
Side to Harlem,

Brooklyn to New Jersey,

stretching as far south
as Atlantic City.

Bloodshed and mayhem
are the currency

of these reprobates,
thugs, and bootleggers...

(Door opens)

as they struggle for control
of our nation's streets.

(Gunshots)



Both Governor Roosevelt
and I remain committed

to this battle, which
we must and will win.

(Phone ringing)

Together, with the officers of
Police Commissioner Mulrooney

and District Attorney Crain,

my staff and I are
working round the clock

to make certain these cowards

are brought to justice.

(Gunshots)

I give you my solemn word

that I shall not rest till
every man, woman, and child

can once again safely
walk our streets.

This has been Robert Hodge

broadcasting from New York City.

19 men dead between us,

at least a million
in lost revenue,

and no goddamn end in sight.

- Calm, Mr. Thompson.
- (Phone rings)

Yes, you've been
saying that for weeks.

Like all impetuous children,
Luciano will make a mistake.

And while we're waiting, how
are we supposed to eat?

- Mickey: Hey, Nuck.
- What?

12 of our trucks
were firebombed.

Nearly 100 grand up in smoke.

(Man whistles)

God fucking damn it!

You had mentioned Mr.
Capone in Chicago.

Perhaps with
additional support...

He's cut me loose.
Don't you get it?

We're on our own here.

All that happens,
happens as it should.

Then why see a doctor, Sal?

Why get out of the way
of an oncoming train?

Why get out of the fucking
bed in the morning?

(Slams table)

I'm counseling restraint.

We are playing a game of chess.

I've played chess and I've never
had an opponent try to kill me.

I'm counseling action.

As in stringing this Luciano
up by his fucking ball sack.

You're tired. Understandably so.

As am I.

I will send more men
to guard your trucks.

And in the meantime, if
Luciano shows a hair...

I will cut it.

Along with his fucking throat.

Car's ready, Mr. Maranzano.

Gave it a good scrubbing.

Got the bugs off
your windscreen.

Bravo, picciotto.

So we may all see
clearly the road ahead.

Tired of waiting on him.

Oh, no, that's okay.
My pleasure.

Really, but thank you.

We talked about last night.

Aren't you the kid
told me he was hungry?

Doing okay now.

Fill your gut a lot quicker
with this than a shammy.

How's that make you feel?

What are you doing?

It's all hands on
deck, ain't it?

You're not part of
this, you understand?

Take Archie and Sean,
head to New York.

For what?

I could be impetuous myself.

- (Horn playing scales)
- (Dog barking)

(Baby crying)

Oh, if it ain't the
macher of Willett Street.

Your husband around?

He went to Aqueduct
for the morning.

Then I'll just grab
what I came for.

(Clock ticking)

And the book.

I bought the book.

With what?

The money I had.

Where'd you get the money?

You can't prove it.

I don't have to
prove it, you do.

That's not how the law works.

Give it to me anyway.

_

You have a library?

- Yes.
- How many books?

Just that one for now.

But it's the proper thing to do.

Who taught you that?
Your mother?

Everybody comes from somewhere.

Where do you come from?

From here.

Born here. Family's here.

Where's your family?

It's rude to ask
personal questions.

I'm sorry to offend you.

But here's our situation.

- You stole all these things.
- I didn't...

Except for the book.

A legal scholar such as yourself

should know that's
called larceny.

You've been sleeping
on the boardwalk.

That's vagrancy.

So I could put you in a cell

and you can sit there
until you decide to talk.

Or I could help you.

Why would you do that?

You look like you
might need help.

Where are your parents?

Who looks after you?

Where did you learn
what's proper?

915 Haddon Avenue.

There's no Haddon Avenue
in Atlantic City.

It's in Trenton.

Whose house is that?

Nobody's house.

Is it a school?

Is it an orphanage?

My name is in that book.

If you take it, you're
stealing from me

and you're certainly
no gentleman.

I need you to pull all
the prostitution cases

north of 110th Street.

You need me to?

Mr. Hodge does.

Right.

I'm sorry, okay? I don't
make the assignments.

Would it be any
different if you did?

Yes.

I know you're good at your job.

- Mr. Hodge does, too.
- (Phone ringing)

It's just...

you have to admit this is
all a little sensitive

given your family background.

Sensitive?

What is that code for?
Thompson can't be trusted?

If anyone felt like that,
you'd have been fired by now.

- Phelps: Thompson.
- Or never hired in the first place.

Thompson.

- Call for you.
- All right.

Ahem, Thompson.

Hello?

Eli: Hey, Willie,
it's your father.

Where are you?

I'm in town.

What are you doing?

I just flew into town and
I was wondering if...

No, I can't.

Maybe...

No, I can't.

I understand. I was
just thinking...

I...

Not till this evening.

- Okay. Okay.
- (Sighs)

Everything okay?

(Chuckles)

Let me get you the
rest of those files.

- (Crickets chirping)
- (Distant foghorn blaring)

It's an orphanage in Trenton.

Doesn't seem to be a telephone.

I can bring her back tomorrow,

but it will be most of the
day coming and going.

Why did she run off?

I couldn't get it out of her.

Sounds rather harsh.

I didn't do anything.
I brought her here.

She must have a reason.

Nucky: Everyone has a reason.

Murderers have reasons.

(Laughs) You said she
stole cigarettes.

I just mean you can only
help someone so much.

Who are you trying to persuade?

I'll take her back
in the morning.

It's all I can do.

If that's how you see it.

What do you want from me?

What do you want from yourself?

I'm tr...

I'm trying to do the
right thing here.

I haven't even had supper yet.

Next time, get here earlier.

You won't have to work so fast.

Then I'd have to talk to you.

Mayn kleyne farbrekher.

- (Laughs)
- (Muffled chatter)

- Hey, Talia.
- What?

I think I left my
tongue down there.

(Laughs)

(Kisses)

Ben Siegel. I can't believe it.

Hey, Morris.

(Chuckles)

What brings you to
the neighborhood?

Schnorrer upstairs
owes me money.

Feigenbaum? Ah, he's
a prick and a half.

I don't name names.

John Hancock for my wife?

Everybody knows who you are.

Sure thing. Clara, right?

Talia.

I'm thinking of my aunt.

My pop, your pop, same
minyan at Bialystoker.

Yeah, he's praying
for both of us.

Oh! (Laughs)

Like that joke, right?

Rich man and a poor man.

And they're both
davening at the same...

Look who it is.
Look, Ben Siegel.

(Exhales) Talk
about bad pennies.

Why you got to be like that for?

With you, it's always
crepe-hanging.

This is an important person.

And please, put on a dress.
It's the middle of the day.

What are you...

- (Gunshots)
- (Screams)

- (Morris groans)
- (Woman screaming)

Oh, fuck!

- Manténlo vivo.
- (Morris coughing)

Manténlo vivo! Alive!

Alive!

(Screams)

- (Gunshot)
- (Screaming)

- (Both grunting)
- Man: Yeah.

What the hell's going on?

(Excited chatter)

- (Gunshots)
- (Woman screams)

Stop shooting, you
fucking moron!

- (Gun clicks)
- (Chuckles)

It's quitting time, pal.

Now, you and me...

- (Shouting)
- No!

(Gunshot)

Talia: Oh, no. Don't.

You come with me.

- (Baby crying)
- I'm dying.

So you're the one sliced
off Tonino's ear?

I'm dying.

- That was some loopy shit.
- I'm dying.

- Talia: Morris.
- What, do you keep 'em in your dresser?

- Maybe I keep yours.
- Okay! Okay!

- Okay.
- Morris: I'm dying, I'm dying.

Talia: You're not dying.

Morris: Who wants to go
on living like this?

Hey, Morris.

Morris, abi gezunt, huh?

(Morris whimpers) Yeah.

Ahem.

What do you think?

Very pretty.

I wasn't quite so
tall at her age,

but better than
cap and trousers.

Yes, ma'am.

We should get started.

Oh, there's something
she'd like to say.

Yes?

I wish to make amends.

I beg your pardon?

For the things I stole.

And how would you do that?

By working.

Working where?

She can help around the house.

And I'll ask at the school.
I'm sure others can use her.

She has to go back to Trenton.

May I speak with you?

(Exhales)

You cannot leave her there.

(Sighs) It's where she belongs.

No child belongs there.
It's brutish.

You don't know that.

- I know what she told me.
- She ran away.

What do you expect her to say?

That is my point exactly.

She can't stay here. We
don't have the room.

We don't have the money and
we don't have the right.

I will find her a situation.

Girls are always needed.

She has no one.

Children her age are not wanted.

You can't stop every bad thing.

Then why stop an... any of them?

Your desire was to help.

This is what helping means.

(Phone ringing)

Fanelli took a ride by the club.

He didn't see hide nor hair
of Maranzano or his men.

Probably hunkered
down in the Bronx.

He's working from his office,
the New York Central Building.

(Scoffs) Park Avenue.

So we get one of the
Vanderbilt broads to ice him.

Ahem. Benny's on the line.
Says it's important.

100 bucks says it ain't.

- Where the fuck are you?
- Atlantic City.

- I've been kidnapped.
- God damn it, Benny.

He's in Atlantic City.

- With some skirt?
- Where else?

Listen to me, you
fucking numbskull.

- Get your ass back here.
- Fuck you yelling at me for?

I've been snatched, for Christ's sakes.
I'm practically killed.

I don't care how great
a piece of ass she is.

Get on the horn with
this yentzer and...

He hung up on me.

Who did?

- Charlie.
- Why?

He's a fucking asshole.
What do you want from me?

- (Phone rings)
- Is this for real?

Oh, you want to play games now?

- Don't hang up on me.
- Who's this?

If you want to see your friend again,
you'll listen to me very carefully.

I fucking told you
I was kidnapped.

Ah!

Shut you fuck up.

- You there?
- Put him on.

He wants to talk to you.

Hey, Charlie. What's cooking?

- You all right?
- Sure.

They took me to see the
diving horse and everything.

Later on, we're
getting cotton candy.

I told you to be
careful, didn't I?

I got a bullet in my leg.
You gonna hock me now?

Put Thompson back on.

- I'm here.
- What do you want?

A meeting so we can
settle this bullshit.

I'll meet you at your funeral.
We can talk there.

You'll go to Siegel's
before mine.

Interesting proposition.
Let me think it over.

You gonna be using
that phone again?

Why?

I got to call Esther.

It's Lag BaOmer tonight.
I said I'd be home.

- Someone married you?
- Now you're talking shit about my wife?

- (Phone rings)
- Just so happens

I'm gonna be a father
in a couple of weeks.

- What's your decision?
- Margaret: About what?

I take that very seriously.

- Margaret?
- Benny: Sure, I cat around.

But a good woman waiting for me?
Never forget it.

- Is something going on?
- Rehearsing an act downstairs.

So any of you momzers rats me out about
being at that gash's apartment...

- You wanted confirmation.
- Hold on.

I swear to God, I'll pop a slug so
far up your ass, your back teeth...

Say it again.

You've shorted 50,000 shares

of the Mayflower
Grain Corporation.

Short another 50,000
in the morning.

You're being awfully curt.

Sorry. Please short
another 50,000.

- It's a big position.
- Meaning?

The market will notice.

- That's the point.
- (Benny mumbling)

Mickey: Come on, get him up.

- You have anything squirreled away?
- A bit.

Well, take a short
position yourself.

I'll make my own decisions,
if you don't mind.

Of course you should.
Just trying to help.

I appreciate your concern
for my well-being.

But since I don't know what
it is you're trying...

I have to go. They're
rehearsing again.

(Groans)

(Bell tolling)

Not even a handshake.

What are you doing here?

Passing through.

To where?

You talk to your mother?

Yes.

What she say?

She saw you in Chicago.

A good visit.

I screwed up, Will.

- Pop.
- Got in over my head.

- Pop.
- Can I... I just want you...

- Pop!
- I want you to know.

Look, whatever it is,
I can't hear it.

(Fly buzzing)

You understand?

Yeah, of course I do.

Nobody needs the grief.

Where are you staying?

Doesn't matter.

Look, I...

455 West 93rd.

5D. Wait for me.

Clean yourself up, get
something to eat.

And I'll...

we'll sort it out.

Take it.

Take it.

You want money?

What is it you want?

I told myself...

if he's doing okay,
then it was worth it.

And here you are.

Right side of the street.

That's all.

Pop.

Pop, come on now.

What are you doing?
Get off of me.

- Be quiet.
- Pop!

Let go! Pop!

- That's my son!
- Pop!

- That's my son!
- Man: Got in the car and took off.

"One never knows the capacity
of an ordinary hand satchel"

until dire necessity
compels the exercise

of all one's ingenuity
to reduce everything

to the smallest
possible compass.

In mine, I was able to
pack two travelling caps,

three veils, a pair of slippers,

a complete outfit
of toilet articles,

inkstand, pens, pencils,
and copy paper,

"needles and thread,
a dressing gown..."

Yes, a hand satchel.

Don't take me back.

Who's going to look after you?

I'll look after myself.

You can't live out of a satchel.

- Nellie did.
- Until she came home.

She had to come home whether
she liked it or not.

I could help Mrs. Thompson

when her time comes.

That's months away.

She's scared.

- What?
- She's scared of something.

She told you that?

You can see it.

Please. Let me stay.

What do you mean?

They lock you in a room.

They don't give you
food or water.

They tell you
you're born in sin,

that your whole life is a sin.

You can never wash it away.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't...

She sailed around
the whole world.

(Knocks on door)

All right, now.

All right.

Can you come with me?

- What for?
- You're needed.

Don't worry about the uniform.

Good evening, Sheriff Lindsay.

Good evening, Mrs. Thompson.

Have you come to steal
my husband away?

Just some county business.

I'll tend to her.

Her niece.

She's visiting from Camden.

Can I rely upon you or not?

Start supper without me.

♪ There's one pet
I like to pet ♪

♪ And in the evening
we get wet ♪

♪ I stroke it every
chance I get ♪

♪ It's my girl's pussy ♪

♪ Seldom plays and
always purrs ♪

♪ And I love the
thought it stirs ♪

♪ But I don't mind
because it's hers ♪

♪ It's my girl's pussy ♪

♪ Often it goes out at night ♪

♪ Returns at break of dawn ♪

♪ No matter what the
weather's like... ♪

Can somebody shut
him the fuck up?

One more sap, his
head will split open.

What's so bad about that?

(Singing continues)

Go put a gag on him.

Take three of you.
Make it tight.

(Singing continues)

We bringing Maranzano
in on this?

He's off playing chess.

Hmm.

If Luciano doesn't bite,

what happens with
Ruth Etting up there?

I just need to know.

- (Chuckles)
- (Laughs)

What's so funny?

Me and you together.

Man: Hey, songbird.

- Benny: Hey, get your fucking hands...
- Yeah.

- Man: Shut the fuck up!
- (Singing stops)

Hey, everybody has
their ups and downs.

Eli: Let me through.
Let me through!

I came for him.

- Hold him.
- Get the fuck out of my way.

Hold him!

- Man ♪2: Settle down! Settle down!
- Man ♪3: Come on!

(Panting)

Bring him here.

Fuck this.

Archie.

Put that away.

(Panting)

You better have a goddamn good
reason for being anywhere near me.

(Music playing)

See? Fresh as the dew.

♪ All the old gang
that I once knew ♪

♪ Now have left me two by two ♪

♪ The old neighborhood
don't look so good... ♪

You know who I am?

Salvatore Lucania.

Charlie Luciano.

Occasionally Charles
Lane or Charles Reid.

Got the emmis on you.

What about him?

Meyer Suchowlansky.

Sometimes known
as Michael Lewis.

You have a brother Jacob.

Who am I?

You're...

Benjamin Siegelbaum.
Shortened to Siegel.

- (Sighs)
- Two out of three, huh?

Sorry, Pink.

Benny... Benny's not
here right now.

What else do you know about us?

You, uh...

you've been criminal
associates since childhood.

He's a lieutenant of
Salvatore Maranzano.

And whatever happens to me,

sooner or later,

you're all going to jail.

Why is that?

Because the United States Attorney
for the Southern District

has staked his career on it.

Sounds serious.

Well, this is more
like a family matter.

- What?
- He's the nephew, right?

That's the dope from the inside.

There's something I
want you to understand.

I got no beef with you.

But like you said...

Friends since childhood.

So whatever your
uncle does to Benny,

that's got to reflect on you.

I got nothing to do with
my uncle's business.

I'm an assistant United States
Attorney in the office of...

(Choking)

(Phone ringing)

We'll go over your job
history a little bit later.

All right? Enough, Pink.

(Gasping, coughing)

- Yes?
- You and your boss have crossed the line.

I'm my own boss, Mr. Thompson.

Put him on now.

(Willie grunts)

We get your attention?

Let me talk to my nephew,
make sure he's okay.

You want to talk, fine.

But we'll do it in person.

(Hangs up)

He was putting up
the Corner Hotel.

Never knew where he got
the money, you know.

I was just a
joiner's apprentice.

But for some reason, he
saw me as a reliable man.

So I did one thing for him.

And then another.

Then I put on a badge.

Look what he's built
for himself now.

What's the task at hand?

You said you wanted to help.

Here is opportunity.

Go on.

Aren't you coming?

I believe I'm done.

Mr. Lindsay?

Mr. Lindsay.

(Crystals tinkling)

Where did the sheriff go?

He was feeling poorly, sir.

Vague answer.

It's all I know, Mr. Whitlock.

This is a private concern.

It goes without saying that
discretion is paramount.

Wait here.

(Knocks)

What happened to Lindsay?

He left matters to me.

I'd counsel we
address that later.

Leander will instruct you.

Conduct yourself
with honor and...

we'll discuss what happens next.

Yes, sir, Commodore.

Yes, sir.

Always a good boy.

(Door closes)

The Commodore believes in the
virtue of charitable acts.

Some of these acts are
demonstrated in public,

some are not.

To offer opportunity to the poor and
beleaguered youth of the county,

he enlists such as
he can in service

with an eye towards schooling
them in the useful domestic arts.

But not all children
prove suitable.

And there is a limit to how
much they may be helped.

You will bring her
to this address.

You will make clear
to the mother

that no further compensation
will be forthcoming

and no further inquiry
will be brooked.

Are you capable of that?

(Sighs)

(Train whistle blowing)

What the fuck they waiting for?

So take off if that's
what you want.

What do I get for
sticking around?

What do you have in mind?

The club,

clear title.

5% of everything else.

All right.

I didn't think you'd say yes.

Caught me in a good mood.

Hmm.

(Train whistle blowing)

You have a gun?

I need to know.

This has to stay controlled.

I don't even have cigarettes.

(Car doors open)

Nothing without my say-so.

(Train whistle blowing)

We need to see him.

Same here.

(Muffled shouting)

You all right, Will?

Been better.

Take the gag off.

Khamoyer. Vos Makhstu?

Get me the fuck
out of this, huh?

Why we came, Benny.

Guns down, make the exchange.

(Groans)

(Groaning)

Hey, let go of me!

Wait! Hold it! Hold it!
Nobody...

Fuck you! Fuck you, Thompson!

- Eli, you're gonna get us all killed.
- I don't give a fuck!

Lick the piss off my shvantz,

- you piece of Jersey shit.
- I'll fix it.

- You like that, cocksucker?
- All right?

- I don't care!
- I'll fix it.

We'll fucking bury you!
Your whole fucking family!

We had an agreement.

Name somebody you
ain't fucked over.

- Teaching me a lesson?
- This is business.

And I want all of yours,
down to the last pasty

in that rat-ass strip
joint you run.

Meyer: And Cuba. Whatever
you got down there.

- What then?
- Decide that later.

- Hey, Charlie.
- Mickey.

I just... something to consider.

- Mickey.
- We all swim in the same waters.

Whatever beef you two got,

I've been running that place
the last seven years.

You don't need to be
throwing the baby out...

- Shut the fuck up for once.
- (Gunshot)

- Man: Look out!
- (Gasping)

- (Gunshot)
- Man: You son of a bitch!

- Hold on! Stop!
- Puta!

- (Gunshot)
- Put them down!

- Stop! Everybody stop!
- Stay calm!

Man: You fuck!

It's yours.

Everything's yours. Let him go.

What's everything?

What I have.

All I've ever had.
Atlantic City.

What do you think?

I think I'd like to
see him on his knees.

Make my friend happy.

Now you know how it feels.

I underestimated you, Charles.

That was a mistake.

You're much smarter than
I gave you credit for.

And what's that make you?

Dumber than I knew.

Good words for the headstone.

I'm giving you what you want.

- Let him go.
- Ah, just fucking kill him.

Kill him, kill the
kid, kill 'em all.

Grab it anyway.

Mouths of babes.

That won't solve your problem.

- And what problem's that?
- Maranzano.

- I'll get to him.
- Unless he gets to you first.

Don't say it doesn't worry you.
It's all you think about.

24 hours,

I take care of it.

I take the risk

and you let him go.

(Train whistle blows)

(Whispering)

- Hey, jerk-off.
- What?

Let's get steak and eggs.

Get him in the car.

Charlie: You deliver
and we deliver.

(Car doors shut)

(Engines start)

What'd you just do?

I don't know.

Capone made over a million
between '25 and '29.

Failed to report a nickel.

22 counts of willful
evasion of income taxes.

Bootlegging, gambling,
extortion...

that money is all taxable.

Specific violations of
the Revenue Act of 1926.

Tell me about these
ledger books.

Profits, losses, expenses

all laid out in black and white.

With a witness
willing to testify.

We're ready to move on him, sir.

We can trace the money.

Frank: We can prove the crimes.

And we can put this
crook in jail.

Gentlemen...

you've got your warrant.

Bureau of Internal Revenue.

We have a subpoena for Mr.
Salvatore Maranzano.

(Gasps)

(Screams)

(Screams)

Aiut... aiuta...

Aiutami!

Merda...

(Statuette thuds)

(Gunshot)

(Tires squeal)

(Chatter)

(Phone ringing)

Where the heck have you been?

Maybe I shouldn't ask.

That'd be a good idea.

Well, get cleaned up.

Hodge is on his way and
he's loaded for bear.

What's going on?

Cripes, did you
even see daylight?

Salvatore Maranzano was murdered

this afternoon in his office.

(Phone ringing)

Couldn't have gone cleaner.

In and out, five minutes.

All people saw were hats.

Any problems, we have our
friend on the inside.

What else?

Atlantic City.

Give it to Pinky.

That's a big bar
mitzvah present.

Somebody's got to
run that shithole.

Something more important.

We got to set this meeting.

Sooner is better.

Everyone from
Pittsburgh to Podunk.

Lay out the rules before
people get their own ideas.

Now, I can make
these phone calls.

That'll be the easiest.

Most of these guys, we all cut
our teeth on Mulberry Bend.

So when they hear it from me...

We're gonna handle it, Johnny.

These are big changes.

I want to be sure
everything goes...

We appreciate all your advice.

Couldn't have done
it without you.

Jesus, look at you
alter kockers.

We celebrating or not?

(Music playing)

This could be a
good year, Charlie.

Benny: So what are
you waiting for?

Let's pop those bottles already.

Let's get this thing going.

- (Cork pops)
- Whoo!

Ha ha!

Whoo!

Here you go. Let's cut a rug.

(Music playing)

(Knocks)

Who is it?

Joe Harper.

It's unlocked.

Thought you might want
it cleaned up in here.

Not right now.

You want refills on those?

Just clear the empties.

All the booze, out.

Do you know what happened?

You won.

Mickey, Arquimedes,

they're not coming back.

Understand?

What's it like when you see it?

You tell yourself it's quick.

But you don't know.

You can't know until it's you.

And then you'll
never tell anyone.

Is the club staying open?

Ask the new boss.

You know, there's things
I can do for you.

Sure.

You can sweep the sand.

Sorry?

(Sighs)

That's 1,000. Maybe more.

Go be a plumber or a bookkeeper

or the president.

Sir?

Just take the money.

Take it.

Then do whatever you
want, you stupid hick.

But do us both a favor

and get the fuck away from me.

(Bottle thumps)

(Door closes)

I'm sorry.

Business took longer
than I expected.

It's my job.

I don't have a choice.
You know that.

Mabel?

What did you say to her?

What?

What did you say?

- Nothing. What...
- She's run off.

When?

I was asleep.

She take anything?

- I don't know.
- Did you look?

Why would you even ask me that?

- Because she's a thief.
- (Huffs)

She is a thief.
That's what she is.

She was someone who needed help.

I tried. I tried.

I care about you.

I care about the family we're
going to have together.

That's all that matters to me.

You can't fix everything.

(Huffs)

Come back.

Please come back.

What is it you expect me to be?

Gillian's voice: "Dear
Sheriff Enoch."

You came to my aid once

a very long time ago.

I write in the last hope
that you can find it

in your heart to think
of me once again.

As a child, and for most
of my life thereafter,

I only did what I had
to do to survive,

making a devil's bargain

and in the process
giving birth to a child

fathered by a man
I did not love.

With no hope of reprieve

and with everything in
this world taken from me,

for the past seven years I
have been held captive.

I feel as if I am in hell,

which is a pain
worse than death.

Taken away one piece at a time.

You are the only one
left who knows me.

Please tell them
who I was before.

You promised not to return me

to a place determined
to crush my soul.

Show me the same kindness now

that you once showed an orphan
girl under the boardwalk.

I know in your way you
thought you could save me.

Would it have been better for
both of us if you had not?

We were innocent once.

Every moment here is a
torture I cannot describe.

As a girl and for most
of my life thereafter,

I did what I had
to do to survive.

I do not look for absolution,
but only relief.

I gave birth to a son fathered
by a man I did not love.

Everything in this world
has been taken from me.

With no hope of reprieve.

I go back over what I
have just written.

I look at the words and
think they make sense.

And with each passing day I
am less and less certain.

Bit by bit,

they take you away
until all you are...

I tell myself I am sane.

And finally nothing at all.

If you would come, if you
would sit beside me...

You are the only one
left who knows me.

Show me the same kindness now that
you once showed an orphan girl.

There is forgiveness
for everyone.

I turn to you on my knees.

"I beg you."

(Seagulls screeching)

Please help me.

(Music playing)

♪ Stop the trains ♪

♪ Everywhere ♪

♪ Stop all planes ♪

♪ In the air ♪

♪ Stop the night ♪

♪ Stop the dawn ♪

♪ Mmm-mm, my man's gone ♪

♪ Mmm-mm ♪

♪ Stop the river ♪

♪ The river that rolls ♪

♪ Stop the clouds ♪

♪ That unfold ♪

♪ I got pain ♪

♪ In my soul ♪

♪ Mmm-mm, my man's gone ♪

♪ Mmm-mm ♪

♪ My man's gone ♪

(Vocalizing)

♪ He's gone. ♪