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MAN 1: Let's take it to the lighthouse.
WOMAN: Absolutely.

- Show the way!
- MAN 1: Come on.

MAN 2: It's the liquidators.
MAN 3: Really?

MAN 2: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Say, fat chops, you got the time?
Or did you eat your pocket watch?

- Bug off, you little shit.
- Fuck you.

Son of a bitch!

Come here, you little guinea bastard.

Come back here.

I'm gonna kick the shit... Get over here.

(GROANING)

Was that nice, Daddy?

Mmm.

Who makes you feel good?

You do, kid.

Me and nobody else?

'Cause I see how the other girls look at you.

NUCKY: Mmm.

But I'm your little tiger cub.

Hmm?

You just make me want
to run around the jungle.

And...

Pounce!

(GROWLS)

Jesus!

What the hell's wrong with you?

I'm your little tiger.

Then I should use a goddamn whip.

Don't be mad, Daddy.

I can't help it. You just make me wild.

I'm fucking bleeding.

- Can I put some gauze on it?
- Forget it.

Just don't get so carried away. Huh?

Mrs. Schroeder.

I was wondering if we might speak
about a private matter.

Yes, of course.

A man has made me an offer.

Of what nature?

Financial? Domestic? Sexual?

Yes.

Who is he?

He runs things.

He'll provide for me and my children.

Will he marry you?

I wouldn't think so.

There are various words
for that sort of woman,

none of them are flattering.

He'll provide, ma'am.

Do you know why I live in Atlantic City?

- No.
- Mr. McGarry owned a quarter interest

in an oilfield in Titusville, Pennsylvania.

A man from the Standard Oil Company
made him a large cash offer for his share.

And so Mr. McGarry built a 16-room mansion
on the shore.

Six months later he was dead of influenza.

I now live in a smaller house
on Raleigh Avenue.

It suits my needs

and I have the freedom to devote myself
to matters I consider important.

The Movement.

Temperance was meant
to protect women, Margaret,

but the ballot box will free us.

Only one more state for complete ratification.

I've no mansion to sell, ma'am.

Which is why you must do as you see fit.

You owe no one else an explanation.

This contains useful knowledge.

I highly recommend that you read it.

(LOUD MOANING)

Give me one of those.

How about you call in sick tonight?

Don't you ever get tired?

Not with you, I don't.

Like you do with the other girls.

- Not tired exactly.
- No?

What is it then?

It's nothin'.

It don't work.

That horse cock? Please.

I'm serious.

You're the first broad in years
who put any lead in my pencil at all.

- You don't have to flatter me, dear.
- I ain't. Honest injun.

Couple years ago
I had an affliction down there.

It got better, but then...

I don't know.

It just didn't work no more.

Then you met me.

And then I met you.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

What kind of way is that
to answer a telephone?

- A.R.
- So?

I gather you haven't made it up to Saratoga.

Yeah, no, not yet.

- How'd you know where I was?
- I have a crystal ball, Charlie. You know that.

I see

you're not wearing your trousers.

(CHUCKLES)

So what gives?

I've been waiting for a report on Mr. Darmody.

Right.

Yeah, well I can't really speak to that now.

I wouldn't think so, considering the company
you've been keeping.

Can I call you back?
I'm with his wife right now.

No, you're not, Charlie.

You're with his mother.

A kid and a skinny fella
in broad daylight on the boards.

I'm still thunderstruck. In this day and age.

They're not from your ward,
you're sure about that?

No, I know every tick
on the hind of every dog.

Maybe over to Boyd's turf.
They had a dago look.

And what look is that?

Feebleminded.

I'll get the boys cracking, Nuck.

If there's a nickel of your money
in a nun's cooze, we'll shake it loose.

Why don't we let Eli handle it?

And put a steak on that.

On the Boardwalk, Eli,
100 yards from my suite.

And laying in wait, too, obviously.
That was his last stop.

Nobody from A.C. Would be dumb enough
to pull a stunt like this.

These fuckin' Italians though,

they don't respect the rules.

Luciano, is he still hanging around?

- Who?
- Rothstein's torpedo, the greaseball.

I'll give you three to one
he's either behind this or knows who is.

So is he?

Is he what?

- Hanging around!
- He comes and goes.

I got other fish to fry besides him.

- (SOFT KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Well, fry them already!

I don't want this happening ever again

where some guinea pissant
gets the idea that he...

Knock, God damn it.

I did.

Well, knock like a man.

I think I should not disturb you.

- Then why are you?
- Frank Hague,

- the mayor of Jersey City...
- I know who the fuck he is.

He wishes to tell you

he has spent several nights waiting
at the Hotel Shelburne.

He does not wish to spend many more.

Unless you see him soon...

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

"There are many roads to Rome,

"but there will be
only one through New Jersey."

Set up a dinner or something.

(RESPONDS IN GERMAN)

And you bring that dago in.

Careful. What if you miss?

The trick is not to, so I don't.

Are you fucking crazy?

Over there you never played five-finger fillet?

We did. I'm just sayin',

we were more interested in winning the war.

Go ahead.

For old times.

Johnny's coming.

JIMMY: Hey, Johnny, how you doing?

I got a cracked molar is how I'm doing.

- Did you see a dentist?
- For what?

Might as well yank it out yourself, right?

We're sitting down with Sheridan,
getting outta Greektown.

- How come?
- I gave you the chance.

I don't need the money,
I don't need the aggravation.

It was a... Whattaya? An oversight, that's all.

You wanna put me in a war?

That's why I brung you out
from fucking Brooklyn?

You watch the door. You drive my car.

And you.

Are you smart?

Are you?

Go clean the Buick.

Fucking micks. No offense.

They crawl up outta the bog, come in here,
my house, and spill blood

'cause that one don't know
how to do business.

I think it's a mistake, Johnny.

What's with this Johnny shit?

Mr. Torrio.

To get out of Greektown completely.

We made headway at that bar, Anastos'.

- What kinda money did that joint bring in?
- Good.

Not great, but it's a foothold.

I know you don't want a war,

but retreating?

How does that look?

We should talk to them, Mr. Torrio.

We should come to an understanding.

What's that supposed to mean?

I wish I'd known you were coming, sir.
I would have prepared something.

It's a surprise field office review, Nelson.
Lack of notice is precisely the point.

NELSON: Of course.

I told you this isn't a damn storage room.

Clear out!

The report I mentioned in my wire, sir.
I had planned to mail it.

Well, you certainly have plenty of stamps.

You're placing Enoch Thompson
at the head of a criminal organization

controlling Atlantic County.

I believe I've established
a pervasive pattern of illegality

as it relates to alcohol
with him at the very center.

Where are the financial records?

The corroborating witnesses?
What do I take to the District Attorney?

I'm asking for the resources
to build that case.

I need numbers, Nelson!

Bottles broken by the thousand,

trucks, boats and stills seized
and put out of commission.

There's also a capital crime there.

I don't see it.

Thompson sent James Darmody
to steal back a shipment of whiskey

he sold to Arnold Rothstein.

Darmody and an unnamed
accomplice executed five men.

Then Thompson pinned the murders
on Hans Schroeder.

What is this obsession
with the Schroeder character?

Sir?

You requisitioned the immigration file
on his wife?

I'm only being thorough, sir.

You're a Prohibition agent,
not Bulldog Drummond.

Bring me numbers.

What time is it?

About half three.

3:30.

It's 3:30, bearcat. Get a wiggle on.

Don't go overboard.

You don't want me to sound American.

No, I don't think I do.

An Irish maiden, that's what you'd like.

And what would you like?

I haven't thought about it.

That's a lot of bunk.

What'll my neighbors say?

They're not gonna be
your neighbors anymore.

Do you give all the widows new flats?

I help out where I can.

And what happened here?

A hunting accident.

Who was hunting whom?

I have to pick up the children

- and get back to work.
- No, you don't.

And then what am I?

Are you sure I can't slice something,
peel something?

You're a guest.
You get up and I'll break your legs.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

What's he saying?

Nothing. He wants to help.

Al told me about your friend.
Poor girl down at the restaurant?

AL: Pearl. The waitress.

Right. Yeah.

Such a tragedy. My God!
To get hit by a streetcar.

You want to talk to that driver,
make sure he's more careful in the future.

MAE: Yeah.

How many links, Princeton?

Uh... Just one will do.

I'll give you three.

He's a grown man, Al.
He knows what he wants.

And he'll take what I give him.

Sonny?

MAE: Leave him. He's in his own world.

Sonny, dinner.

Fucking kid.

Come on, baby. Time to eat.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Make some coffee.

Did that stupid Irish cow break
her arms?

You know, I may not talk Italian,
but I know what stupido means.

Some house I got.

A guinea for a mother,
a mick for a wife and a dumbbell for a son.

Don't call him that.

I got a little boy myself at home.

Yeah? Do you have a likeness?

Not with me.
He's a little guy, dark eyes like his mom.

A real chatterbox.

But he comes
when you call him at least, huh?

Mostly. He's got a mind of his own though.

You like your eggs, Sonny?

I told you. He's a dopey little bastard.

(CRASHES)

(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

Mama.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

MAE: I got it. I got it, okay?

How about this?

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

No.

Perhaps Madame could
describe it better to me.

Why does anybody buy underwear?

Some women wish to hide,
others wish to reveal.

Well, I want it in lights.

Something vampy

and sheer,

with a cutout right here.

A moment please.

You got some job, sister.

I've done worse.

I bet you have.

And voilà.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

I want to see what it looks like.

On her.

You don't wear a brassiere?

I've tried them. They're not comfortable.

You should try again. You're saggy.

You've had children. You can tell.

You look like the kitchen help.

A quickie bent over the table.

He doesn't seem to mind.

You don't know very much, do you?

You'd be surprised.

They raised him a good Catholic boy.

And every once in a while

he starts thinking he might go to hell,

and that he'd better change
before it's too late.

But all I gotta do is this.

And this.

And then he doesn't feel so Catholic anymore.

When I was a girl in Ireland,

a raggedy man would
come round every spring

with a little bantam rooster.

He'd trained it to peck
out The Mountains of Mourne

on a toy piano that hung off his chest.

So?

Well, the first year he came,

we, all of us, the girls in that place,
we thought it magical.

The second year,
we laughed behind our hands

at the odd man in his tatters.

And the third year, we didn't even go.

Because The Mountains of Mourne
was all that little rooster could ever do.

So what's the point?

That maybe your cunny
isn't quite the draw you think it is.

I quit.

Thank you.

Let me help you, Mr. Kessler.

No, no, please.

Come, children, come.

Emily, Teddy, be careful.
Don't break anything.

They break, it will be fixed.

The kitchen has food to start.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

The dining, a bathroom.

Upstairs there is a room for the boy,
a room for the girl

and the master bedroom.

It's very beautiful.

Yes, good. Missus, I go now.

Do I wait for Mr. Thompson?

Oh, he will call.

Is he nice to you, Mr. Kessler?

Nucky? Yes, he is nice.

Mr. Thompson is a very nice man.

Are you trying to sass me,
you greasy cocksucker?

I thought you was all about manners.

I treat people as gentlemen
until they prove otherwise.

All you've proven
is you're a thieving little prick

who shows up where he doesn't belong.

Since when do you need
permission to look at the ocean?

To look at my ocean?

Since your boss tried to lift
100 grand out of my pocket.

Mr. Rothstein don't see it that way.

Mr. Rothstein don't run this town.

No, he runs New York. Maybe you heard of it.

You like it around here though, do you?

I like the view between that geisha's legs.

You're referring to Gillian Darmody?

Is that her name?

I'll fucking bury this in your fucking head.

Get the fuck off me!

(GRUNTING)

Mrs. Darmody is free to do as she pleases,
not always to her benefit.

But I strongly suggest you treat her
in every particular with the utmost regard.

Charles, right?

Lucky.

Everything you see here, it's mine.

Buy a drink, place a bet,
ride the fucking Ferris wheel.

- And if you steal...
- I ain't took nothing.

If you steal, Charles, from my men,

you steal from me.

So tell the pack of guineas
you came down here with

and tell your boss in New York.

I don't know what you're talking about.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Jesus Christ!

What the fuck are you doing?

You said to knock in a manly fashion.

Well, leave the door on the hinges.

What do you want?

Mrs. Schroeder.

Yes?

Is very happy with the accommodations.

Good.

You can go.

Thank you very much, Mr. Thompson,
for showing me how it's done here.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

It's open.

Hey, Kit.

You don't really want to be in here
all by yourself, do you?

I think I do.

She left this

in my room.

Thanks.

Hey. Come down and sit with us.

I will.

A few minutes.

She's not there.

You're looking for that one? She's gone.

You are?

Edith Mauer.

Mrs.

Mrs. Mauer,

where is she?

Off drinking champagne,
I wouldn't be surprised.

Why do you say that?

She's out all hours.

Expects me to watch over her brats.

And she works for French people.

The Ritz.

Nothing but the best for her.

Pretty high opinion of herself?

Butter wouldn't melt.

And not four months a widow.

He was a lovely man.

Mr. Schroeder?

- He always brought us the day-old crullers.
- Mmm.

- And just now...
- Yeah?

...a blue limousine pulls up
and carts them off, her and her children.

- A Rolls?
- How's that?

The limousine. A Rolls-Royce?

It certainly was.

She did something wrong, didn't she?

Is there anything else you can tell me?

Yes.

She's a whore.

Mae Murray, that's who you look like.

- You really think so?
- Sure I do.

The Taming of Kaiser Bull.

Maybe I'll take you to the pictures.

(DOOR OPENING)

SHERIDAN: Classy. Huh?

I was a kid, there was a sign outside,
"No dogs or Irish."

Now I can buy this fucking joint.

You're an inspiration to us all.

Go on, search them.

After the stunt you pulled,
you don't trust me?

No, I don't.

They're clean.

Tip her good. She's a real beauty, this one.

Thanks.

Any time.

So?

So what?

- Now we search you fellas.
- It was you called this meet,

not me.

And I'll tell youse right now.
I am packing heat.

- We all are.
- No, that wasn't the deal.

You want to hash this out or not?

I don't like this, Johnny.

If I wanted to kill youse,

you wouldn't have made it
through the front door.

All right.

Relax. Everything's gonna be fine.

SHERIDAN: Sorry for the ruckus,
but ask anybody who knows me,

Charlie Sheridan ain't a fella
takes a threat lying down.

We were expanding our reach.
It wasn't so much a threat.

Dipping our toes in the water.

And youse got all wet.
At least your whore did.

She was 18-years-old.

What?

The girl.

SHERIDAN:
So youse want to get sentimental?

Anastos, the Greek fella youse beat on?

You cracked his jaw.

He can't eat regular for another month.

TORRIO: Let's just say the whole thing

was an unfortunate series
of misunderstandings.

Fine.

I'm sorry about the girl.

Your mug, Liam,

it'd be nice to hear that from him.

SHERIDAN: Liam works for me.

I told him to pick a whore and he did,
in order so's I could make my point.

And you did, and it's done. Over.

Let's talk turkey.

Fine.

In the interest of keeping good relations,

I'll give youse a three-block territory

starting on Hallstead,
between Randolph and Monroe.

There's some good joints there, real busy.
You should make a decent buck.

The rest of the delta,

meaning anything between Harrison...

Ho! What the fuck?

Nobody fucking move.

- Easy.
- MAN: His boot!

The fuck's he got in there?

It's a knife.

I thought you fucking searched them.

You sneak a blade into a meet.

What the fuck you trying to pull?

You fellas got guns.

I forgot I had it on me. I'm sorry.

Maybe I cut your throat with it.

Next time you'll remember.

What's this?

It's called a skull crusher.

It's for cracking walnuts.

I'll crack a few with it, let you know.

Let's have a drink.

Let bygones be bygones, all around.

- I'm gonna visit the head.
- I'll bring the car around.

- Thanks, sweetie. Here's for you.
- Thanks.

What happened to the blonde?

She's on coffee break.

Thank you.

Christ!

Come on, wrap it up.

- Come on.
- You prick.

Fuck.

Go, get out of here, go!

You piece of shit. Come here.

I think you'd agree that
Greektown belongs to us now.

Come on.

(AL LAUGHING)

(WATER RUNNING)

(WATER STOPS)

What are you up to in there?

Are you ill?

I was luxuriating.

I like making you happy.

Thank you.

And

thank you.

(PHONE RINGING)

That'll take some getting used to.

Hello.

Yeah.

God damn it.

Tell him I'm on my way.

- Is something wrong?
- Just business.

You know who Hardeen is?

- Should I?
- He's Houdini's brother.

But he's just as good.

He's opening tonight at the Globe.

I have to turn up.

- Business again, is it?
- Partly.

I'd like you to come with me.

See the act.

We'll have a light supper with him after,
just us.

With Mr. Hardeen?

His wife maybe, too.

At the Marlborough.

These show people,

some of them are a lot of fun.

Houdini's brother.

Does he escape from things as well?

I'll bet he escapes from the dinner check.

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)

Sorry, fellas. Private party.

Pick a gal though. Enjoy yourselves.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

He's a genius, this kid.

Fucking strategy.

They'd come after us eventually.

"Us"? So you're sticking around?

I could use a dozen like you.

The balls on this mick.

Fucking Ruggiero.

Who's that?

The puppet with the sword. In Sicily.

(EXCLAIMS)

(ALL LAUGHING)

I'd just like to say that
Jimmy Darmody's a stand-up guy.

When he ain't on the floor
pissin' himself, that is.

(ALL LAUGHING)

A few weeks ago, I'm up in his room,

I squeeze a shot off as a joke.

Next thing he's practically humping the floor.

Swear to God.

But you know, he was over there in France,

and I heard there wasn't one paddy
that could scrub a latrine whiter than our Jim.

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

Here's to him.

(TOASTING IN ITALIAN)

Not like you, huh, Captain Capone?

Hand-to-hand with the Kaiser himself.

That is how you got your scars, right, Al?

Unlike some of us,
I don't need to brag about what I did.

The Lost Battalion.

He got so lost
he thought Brooklyn was in France.

(ALL LAUGHING)

All week you got me cooling my heels.

In a deluxe suite at the Shelburne.
You don't like it?

I'm a simple man.

All I need is a bed, the love of a good woman,

and an envelope about so thick.

I made sure you got all three.

That you did, my host.

So are you gonna fight me
on this road appropriations bill?

I got mouths to feed up north, too.

There's plenty for both of us,
so let's be fair with each other.

You don't have enough friends
in Trenton these days?

I got a man I'm sending to the White House.

That's a friend worth having.

"Ladies and gentlemen,

"the green thumb of the Garden State,
Senator Walter Edge."

So he's not the great emancipator.

But it'll pay off for me.

And if the two of us shake hands
on the road money,

it'll pay off for you.

Where are we going after this?

Tonight?

You got something more important?
'Cause I can head home.

- You wanna see Hardeen?
- Who?

Houdini's brother, but he's just as good.
I was gonna take my girl.

What, I'm the third wheel?

I'll get you a date.

Only one?

(LAUGHS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

JIMMY: Who is it?

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Who's there?

(GUN COCKING)

Supposing I was the Fuller Brush salesman?

- What's behind your back?
- My hands.

Don't get cute! What are you holding?

What are you worried about, tough guy?

Steaks.

Chicago's finest. They packed them in salt.

When we met first time,
you said you liked 'em.

Do you wanna come in?

Drink?

I get stupid I drink too much,
run off at the mouth.

That stuff you said in front of the boys,

about me and the war?

It makes me look bad.

That ain't how you treat a buddy.

Is that what we are?

What did you think we were?

Accomplices.

It's the same thing, right?

Those steaks,

have one of the girls fry them up with eggs.

Not too long.

Or, you know, come around the house,
whenever, we'll make them there.

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Okay then.

He's deaf, you know.

My boy, Sonny.

I know.

It fucking kills me to think
he's being punished for the shit I done.

Take him to a doctor, Al.

They can't fix it. It's... It's in the blood.

I play the mandolin.

Sing to him.

Put his hand right here.

He feels it.

But he doesn't know what it is.

Just

keep at it.

Medicine now,
they're finding new things every day.

Hey, what's

a flat beer and that Sheridan prick
got in common?

No head.

(LAUGHING)

I came up with that myself.

(SINGING CHEERFUL SONG)

A lot of noise from a little box.

Which one are we talking about?
(CHUCKLING)

You're a devil at heart, Mr. Hague.

So what's your pleasure,
you Republican son of a bitch?

I want the highway.

Two lanes coming south from Newark,

and a straight shot
to the Pennsylvania border.

New York and Philly?

Can we shake on it?

(HAGUE SIGHS)

You're putting a big bet on Walter Edge.

- Maybe.
- I wouldn't.

Why not?

Because he's a silent partner
in a paving company.

Where?

It doesn't really have an address,

but let's say it's Jersey City,
where your roads aren't.

Why are you telling me this, Frank?

'Cause guys like Edge will come and go.

But bosses like us?

We're here to stay.

"'Pussycat, pussycat, what did you there? '

"'I frightened a little mouse under the chair."'

They're usually asleep by 9:00,

so they shouldn't be any trouble.

No trouble at all. I love babies.

I sit for most of the other young ladies, too.

I don't usually...

I'm seeing Hardeen tonight.

Yes, very nice.

(PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

- Hello?
- KESSLER: Missus.

Mr. Kessler.

Did I not have the time right?

- The time?
- Of the show.

Mr. Thompson said you'd pick me up.

Missus, Nucky wishes to say
he is busy tonight.

I'm sorry?

Tonight he has business. He said to tell you.

Oh.

Very well.

He will call.

(PHONE CLICKS)

MRS. CHARLTON: Ma'am?

I'm Annabelle, your neighbor across the way?

Margaret Schroeder.

Are they yours?

Yes.

- Emily and Theodore.
- Hello, sweethearts.

- Hello.
- Aren't you gorgeous?

Mrs. Charlton told me
she was looking after them.

I was wondering if I could
throw mine in as well.

This is Ruby.

Go on, sugarplum,

meet new friends.

RUBY: Doll is pretty.

Would you mind?
Us girls all help each other out here.

Which girls?

You know, the concubines.

My fella just called. He's all hot and bothered.

I didn't have time to make arrangements.

I promise I'll do the same for you.

Is this the three-bedroom?

Yes, it is.

Well,

your fella's certainly sweet on you.

(SIGHS)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

HAGUE: God.

WOMAN: There you go.

(HAGUE LAUGHS)

WOMAN: I like that.

What's going on
behind those baby blues? Hmm?

I try to be good. I really do.

It's too late to be good tonight, dolly.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(GRUNTING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EXCLAIMS LOUDLY)