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Use your foot.

- Push.
- How long is this gonna take?

It's not moving.

The lugs are rusted.

Where's Walt Wallet when you need him, huh?

Gasoline Alley, right?

Nah, it ain't going anywhere.

Morning.

Well, it was.

Flat tire, eh?

Lugs are rusted. At least this lug is.

I got some 3-IN-ONE in the glove box.
Maybe that'll help.

I don't know what that is.

It's oil. What else?

Let him get the thing.

It's just that one.

Could have been a tool.

Pardon?

3-IN-ONE.

"What else?" you said.

Could have been a wrench or something.

I don't see how it could have been a wrench.

Or a solvent of some type.

Well, naturally, but...

I grew up in Sicily. Sperlinga.

We had olive oil,
not what-do-you-call, 3-IN-ONE.

Look, mister, I didn't mean anything by it.

I'm pulling your leg. Relax.

Come on, Regina.

What's her name?

Regina?

Yeah. It means "queen."

Good day to you.

To you as well. Come on, Regina.

What else could it be? Here. Could be this.

Or maybe it could be this! Or this!

You fucking piece of shit!

Here you go, kid. Don't dawdle.
Get it over there.

Sir.

Thank you, sir.

Nothing like a hot coffee
on a cold morning, eh?

Good breakfast?

I tell you, when I was a kid,
I never ate breakfast.

Well, we barely had any food.

But now, it's my favorite meal of the day.

My kids, I make sure they always
start the day with a hot meal.

It's funny, some people

how they say they'd never steal.

But you've got a family, kids to take care of,

you'll do anything,

which is why I'm not angry.

What's your name again?

- Nate.
- Really, I'm not.

I mean, you're a thief, right, Nate?

- Mr. Thompson...
- You steal things for a living.

Isn't that correct?

Answer the man when he speaks.

- Yes.
- Okay.

So on the one hand
we have you, Nate, a thief.

On the other we have Mr. Doyle here

who owns a warehouse
in which he stores booze.

One night, Mr. Doyle leaves
the aforementioned warehouse unattended

while he answers
nature's call in the outhouse.

The thief, spotting an opportunity
to feed his family,

comes in and robs the warehouse
with an unknown accomplice.

Now I ask you, Mr. Doyle,
what do thieves do?

- Beg pardon?
- It's a simple question.

What do thieves do?

- They steal things?
- Correct.

That's their job, they steal things.

And warehouse owners?

Store things?

Right again.

Now, who, in this scenario,
wasn't doing their job?

The thief, whose entire reason for being
is to steal things,

or the fucking imbecile

who left the warehouse full of liquor unlocked
while he was taking a goddamn dump?

- The imbecile?
- The imbecile.

I'm not angry, Nate.

You were only doing your job.

Thank you, Mr. Thompson.

Who was your wheelman?

- Rowland Smith.
- Rowland Smith.

Untie him.

But, before you do,
put a bullet in his fucking head.

What? No! No, Mr. Thompson!

Please! No! No! Please!

Certain people you do not steal from.

- Set down a doily, please.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Philip, the serving spoons need polishing.
- Right away, ma'am.

- Old Lang Syne.
- Auld Lang Syne.

It's Scottish for "long, long ago."

- Will we sing it tonight?
- Yes, dear.

The moment the clock strikes midnight.

Daddy says I could stay up till 1923.

No bragging, Teddy-

...as plucky aviatrix Carrie Duncan

arrives in South Jersey to prepare for her...

Where is Daddy?

At work, I imagine.

I made him a card.

Well, you'll see him tonight at the party.
You can give it to him then.

Mama, what's an aviatrix?

A female aviator.

A lady who flies an aeroplane?

Can you believe it?

Carrie Duncan.

She'll be the first person to fly nonstop
across the entire continent.

She takes off from Cape May in the morning.

Just as soon as she finishes bobbing her hair.

That will be all, Philip.

Now, at the ripe age of 27, Miss Duncan...

I've a meeting. I'll be back in a few hours.

The ice will be delivered at 1:00.
Make sure it's clean and chipped into pieces.

Okay.

Ladies, I'd like to introduce Evelyn,

who will be joining us
here at the Artemis Club.

- Hello.
- Hi.

That was lovely, dear.

Now, a few points of business.

Given the festive nature of the holiday,

we can expect more than the usual amount
of inebriation among our guests,

and requests for you to partake
will increase accordingly.

I urge you to resist this temptation,

as an infraction will result in $25 fine.

Be polite and charming,
and forget what you're here for.

Gentlemen remain gentlemen
only when they must.

Try a darker shade of lip rouge.

The Follies are in town,

so we can expect a visit from Mr. Ziegfeld.

I read he's back with his wife.

If it weren't for married men,
we'd be out of business, dear.

Can we go to the arcade?

Come on, now. Come on. Sorry.

Mr. Harrow is our caretaker, a war veteran.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Run along, darling.

Take him to
Heckler's Flea Circus on the Midway.

Come, dear. See your room.

- What time's your train?
- Not till 6:00.

She's up to 12 trunks already,
two more for my mother.

It's Naples, not the moon.

Naples is the moon, the dark side.

He's here.

Dean O'Banion.

I was expecting you to come down a chimney.

Uh-uh, you've been a bad boy, Alfonse.

For your wife. Straight from my shop.
Happy holidays.

Four whiskeys over here. Sit.

So, what brings me to the South Side
on a cold winter's day?

You don't mind sending your beer over here.

Whatever could you mean?

It was settled, Dean, the territories.
Now, Jake says you're encroaching.

- Is that what Jake says?
- You deny it?

Without equivocation.

Let's drink.

- Salud.
- Slàinte.

Good stuff.

Harder to come by every day.

Another reason you gotta
respect the boundaries.

As I said, Al,

or you have some mozzarella in your ears?

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm asking you are you fuckin' deaf?

Hey, his kid's deaf.

But I'm sure he meant no offense.

Peace on earth, goodwill to men.

Now, the territories, as I understood them,

was that the North Side belongs to me,
the south is yours.

But my pal, Spike O'Donnell,
runs the Kerry Patch south of here.

Up to Cass Avenue. North of that's ours.

Then I stand corrected.

I believed I was doing business
on Mr. O'Donnell's turf with his consent.

And I believe you're full of shit.

Good day, gents.

Oh, and say hello to your boy,
or at least wave.

- Go. Get him out of here!
- You bastard!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- My fuckin' kid, John.

But is it worth a war?

Behave yourself, okay?

I don't want no problem while I'm gone.

My New Year's resolution.

- I'm serious, Al.
- I know.

A lot of money at stake, huh?

Later on, I'm gonna see that fuck.

I thought you made a resolution.

Well, New Year's ain't till midnight.

Get me a drink.

Harry, Jess, how are you?

Good to see you, Nuck.

You met Mayor Bader?

Our County Treasurer, Damien Fleming.

Your old job.

Those two-hour naps must be grueling.

All settled in at the Blenheim?

Just for the day, I'm afraid.

So you'll miss my shindig.

- Too bad.
- Duty calls.

Or in our case Secretary Mellon,

the Grand Poobah
of the Treasury Department.

We're back to Washington on the express,
and with that gorgeous view of the ocean.

I'd say you fellas
are getting splashed enough.

That article in the New York Times?

Untermeyer's got an ax to grind.

If Untermeyer were the only Woodsman.

The Veterans Bureau,
this business with the oil company now...

- Sinclair.
- You boys are quite popular with the press.

'23 will be better.

It's '24 I'm worried about.

Harding's got a snowball's chance.

So I'll see you boys tonight?

Sure thing.

Gentlemen.

Eddie, why don't you show Mr. Smith here
the cigar stand?

The Fatimas are quite nice.

Let's cut the bullshit, shall we, Harry?

You fellas are going down,
and you're not taking me with you.

- Come on, Nuck.
- "Come on," your ass.

Forty grand a month in protection,
and that's not even counting the others...

Forty grand a month
is not 5% of what you're making.

Remus, Rothstein, Torrio.

And every time I open a paper,
there's a new goddamn investigation.

Maybe it's time
you dismounted that high horse.

I seem to recall a few articles
about your legal troubles as well.

A year and a half ago.
I'm a philanthropist now.

You're a gangster, plain and simple.

I run a tight ship, Harry.

You run an open-air bazaar,
alcohol to the highest bidder.

Hmm.

People being murdered on the roads?

Tabor Heights is nearly 60 miles from here.

Well, how long before
this place hits the headlines?

You're telling me how to conduct my affairs?

All I'm saying is you live in a glass house.

Then let's leave it at that, shall we?

Fine.

About the money,

in an effort to keep the press hounds at bay,

starting soon,
I won't be accepting cash directly.

- I'll pay Jess?
- I'm backing Jess off this.

I have a middleman. He'll be in touch.

What do you make of this lady flier?

That she should spread her legs

and leave spreading the wings
to her husband.

...while we continue to expand
our surgical capabilities.

Last week a thoracic surgeon
was added to our staff,

and he performed a revascularization.

I won't pretend to know what that is.

The pericardial sac is opened,

and upon closure, the scar tissue that forms

sends oxygenated blood
to the ischemic heart.

And to the left we have our brand-new

Enoch and Margaret Thompson
Pediatric Annex.

No longer does
St. Theresa's play second fiddle

to the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia.

Thanks to the Thompsons,
first-rate pediatric care

- is now available right here in Atlantic City.
- Well done.

We're quite pleased to have been able to help.

As we continue to modernize our facilities,

we plan eventually to affiliate
with a major university.

We envision a day
when Penn Medical students

will have their first clinical experience here...

- Someone help.
- ...at St. Theresa's.

Please.

A teaching hospital...

Oh!

Oh! Dr. Mason! Nurse!

We need a gurney.

Orderly, get a gurney.

I'm very sorry you had to witness that.

Let's adjourn to the boardroom.

The new landscaping for our courtyard,
we're choosing hedges.

We need a lady's opinion.

Are you thinking cypress or boxwood?

My wife is partial to hydrangeas.

Well, the ladies always know better...

Mr. Posner?

Yes?

Good day, sir. My name is George Mueller.

I represent
the Faraday Electric Iron Company.

Is the lady of the house in as well?

What? No. What is it you're selling?

Your wife requested some information

on a product that could save her
hours of backbreaking...

It's New Year's Eve, bub.

- Yes, sir. If I could just come in...
- What'd I just say?

If you want, come back next week.

The thing is, sir,
the company's holding a sales contest.

Today is the last...

Who was that?

Some peddler.
I don't know. A real lummox.

Hurry, hurry!
Step right up, boys. Win a prize.

Ladies, does your man have a steady hand?

Fellas, are you aiming to impress your gal?

Well, come on over and take a shot

at the Great Plains Shooting Gallery.

One dime is all it takes.

Two nickels, 10 pennies.

You like animals?

That's enough, pal.

Here we go.

Did your dad teach you to shoot?

Actually, it was my sister.

Your dad was a good shooter.

- He killed bad guys in the war.
- That's right.

Rudy, the Congo Creep.

Hoppy, the Frog Boy,
been here since he was just a tadpole.

Ladies and gentlemen, Baby Henry...

One time, his leg got hurt
and he had to go to the hospital.

- Who told you that?
- My mama.

Your mother was a beautiful woman.

She painted pictures.

No, she doesn't.

She did. She painted the one in my room.

She's taking me to the movies tomorrow.

- Who is?
- My mother.

You mean Gillian.

That's what I said.

Can we get some cotton candy?

Gentlemen, Mrs. Thompson,
thank you for a terrific year.

Always a pleasure.

- Happy New Year.
- And to you as well.

- We'll see you tonight, then?
- We'll be looking forward to it.

Dr. Mason? I'm Margaret Thompson.

We met at the holiday luncheon.

Yes, of course.

I was wondering, the woman earlier,
how is she?

She's resting,
but unfortunately she miscarried.

I'm so sorry.

It was unnecessary.

Her baby's death,
it could easily have been prevented.

She miscarried most likely due to
an E. coli infection.

If someone had told her to avoid raw milk,
her baby would be alive.

You're on the board of this hospital,
Mrs. Thompson, are you not?

- I am.
- Then you might be interested to know

that we do not provide
even the most elementary prenatal care.

We do not instruct women
in nutrition or hygiene.

They are ignorant about their bodies,

and what you saw today is the result.

And what do you expect me to do?

Nothing.

Move it along, fellas.

I wanna finish up early, bid adieu to '22.

Well, look who's slummin'.

- Where's your partner?
- Eating his lunch.

Munya, we got company.

You don't tell me when
the boss comes around?

I just did, for Christ's sake.

Nucky. What brings you?

I put some feelers out.

This Rowland Smith,
he's hiding in Willow Grove.

Your old neck of the woods.

Outside Philly.

Spare him the interrogation

and leave the body as a message
for anyone else who'd like to rob us.

These fuckers need to learn respect.

Is there a problem, Manny?

New Year's Eve.

My wife makes a little party.

You were destitute and desperate.

Do you remember how I helped you?

And I helped you as well.

I do this for you,

but I want my own still, my own operation.

Friends should not become partners.

Mickey? He's your friend?

What else to call the putz?

Okay, Manny. You have yourself a deal.

You won't be sorry.

Three months from now,

I'll be stuffing your pockets with money.

Rowland Smith,

just make sure he's dead before tomorrow.

- No, no, no, no, no!
- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Ow!

I'm very, very sorry.

"Every day in every way
I am getting better and better."

"Every day in every way
I am getting better and better."

Good afternoon. My name's George Mueller.
I'm with the Faraday Electric Iron...

I thought you were the grocer.

No, ma'am, I'm with the Faraday...

Take it on the arches.

Happy New Year.

- Hi, Nucky!
- Hey, great party, Nucky.

Thanks, Damien.

- Hey, Nucky, great to see you.
- The party's swell.

Thank you. Hi. How are you?

- You look lovely, Margaret.
- Hey, Nucky.

Nice to see you.

- Terrific night, Nucky.
- Thanks.

- You look beautiful, Mrs. Thompson.
- Well, thank you.

Oh!

If I didn't know better,
I'd swear I was in Egypt.

How did you manage?

Oh, we simply studied the photographs.

Afraid I'm getting credit
where credit's not due.

My wife is responsible for all of this.

Imagine it, a worthless desert
far as the eye can see,

but right there underfoot,
a treasure of untold millions.

I can imagine it, actually. Excuse us.

- Excuse me a moment.
- What is it?

Bring him down. Just for a few minutes.

Why not?

There he is, Pharaoh himself!

- Eddie. Glad you could make it.
- Make it? I wouldn't miss it.

Easier than a schlep to Egypt.
And better libation, I'd wager, too.

Probably a safe bet.

Only one way to find out.

You must be the Boy King.

My boyish charms went out
with the horse and buggy.

- Now this lad here...
- Mmm!

Hello, handsome. And who would you be?

Theodore Thompson, ma'am.
Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Well, I'm Lillian Kent,
but you can call me Billie.

All my pals do. He is darling.

Oh, when he chooses to be.

- Is that a real leopard?
- Teddy.

With what that furrier dunked me for,
I should hope so.

All right, then, back upstairs with you.

Ready to sing for our supper?

One more and I will be.

Oh, make that a double. Here's how.

Ah.

You see that? Look closely.

That's her name.

"Ange..."

"Angela Darmody."

That's my last name.

Of course it is.

I want to make a picture.

Okay.

Here we go. Hop up.

What are you drawing?

A horse.

Very nice.

You know, she drew me once, your mother.

A long time ago.

What was?

- Gillian.
- What was a long time ago?

Mmm, the war.

Is that a suitable topic?

What are you boys doing?

Making a picture,

like my mother.

She painted that one.

I'm your mother now, remember?

Yeah.

Well, come with Mama. It's time for bed.

Good night.

- We're closed.
- Even for me?

AI.

I thought Torrio had you on a leash.

Well, he left town and I chewed through it.

Whoops.

You really wanna do this?

Sorry, I couldn't hear you.

Hey-o, Tommy!

- Where the fuck you been?
- I beg...

Shut your yap and look smart.
We got company.

Now, what were you saying?

- Watch your step, Deanie.
- This is my joint, Al,

on the North Side of town.

Unless you want a taste of
what's in that suitcase there,

I'd watch my own step, I was you.

Come on.

Jesus! That was beautiful!

I don't know who you are, mister,
but you just made a pal.

I'm George Mueller with
the Faraday Electric Iron Company.

- Dean O'Banion. Hey, you married?
- I am.

Yeah? How about this?

I'm gonna make you a swell bouquet
to take home to Mrs. Mueller, huh?

- What, is it irons you're selling?
- Yes, sir.

- They'll save you hours of...
- Give me two dozen. How's that?

I...

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Well, you're a good man, Mueller.

You got a nice poker face.

Hey, you ever want a real job,
just ask around about Deanie O'Banion.

- Two dozen?
- Two dozen.

3,000 years ago

King Tut, he reigned, you know

He must have traveled greatly in his time

For in his tomb out there
Was gold and silverware

From big hotels of every land and clime

While going through his royal robes
They found up in his sleeve

The first fig leaf that Adam gave to Eve

In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-ankhamun's day

Beneath the tropic skies
King Tut-Tut was very wise

Now old King Tut-Tut-Tut was always gay

Cleopatra, she sat upon his knee

Pat, that's where she sat

The girls would dance for him
And every move a treat

They'd move and move and move
But never move their feet

A thousand girls would dance each day
With lots of hip-hip-hip hooray!

In old King Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut-Tut

King Tutty's day

3,000 years ago

In history we know

King Tutankhamun ruled a mighty land

He ruled for many years
Amid laughter, song, and tears

He made a record that will always stand

They opened up his tomb the other day

And jumped with glee...

How's about them "Nefertitties"?

That Cantor, luckiest Yid alive.

Miss Kent is no typical chorine.

You speak from experience?

I speak as her landlord, Mr. Yale.

The second luckiest Yid alive.

Apartment house of mine on West 57th.

A tenant. Now Remus has heard everything.

You can tell Remus it happens to be true.

Gyp, you made it.

How was the trip down?

Flat tire. You believe it?

Near Tabor Heights, by any chance?

Spent the last eight hours
washing grease off my hands.

- Aren't you gonna introduce us to your date?
- Of course. Where are my manners?

Scruffy, meet Charlie Luciano.

What's that?
She says you remind her of her brother.

In your case, that's a compliment.

Gyp Rosetti, meet George Remus.

A pleasure.

A little whiskey to warm you up?

This one's got ice water in his veins.

Take a lot more than whiskey.

Take a lot more than that whiskey.

Remus has the good stuff.

Speaking of which, we need to talk.

Getting a lot of demand for rum,
and that stuff...

Cleopatra requests your presence.

That's okay. I wasn't really
interested in finishing my thought.

Relax, GYP-

it's a party-

A toast from our host!

Stir the eggnog, raise the toddy.
Happy New Year, everybody.

Happy New Year!

To Nucky and Margaret Thompson!

Hear, hear!

Who ate the last of the sardines?

I saw a stray cat go by.

Oh, there's liverwurst there as well.

Say, Georgie boy! How's tricks?

I made 24 sales.

- You don't say.
- That's quite a haul.

Not for a closer like George.

- Every "no" is one step closer to a "yes."
It certainly is.

Except you're a day late and a dollar short.

Yeah, $500 to be precise.

Phil there is the big winner.

I've got the order slips.

Two dozen irons.
That puts me ahead by seven.

That's swell, George,
and you'll certainly get your commission,

but the contest is over.

You missed the tally.

10:00 p.m., you said.

- You don't know onions.
- Onions?

Must be all the sawdust
between those cauliflowers.

WOMAN; Phil, stop.

The deadline was 9:00, George.

You said 10:00 p.m., Mr. Gulliver.

It's after-hours. Call me Scotty.

I'm sure it was 10:00.

Now, George, you know
there's a city ordinance

that says you can't peddle goods after 9:00.

What? No, I wasn't aware.

Well, sure. Disturbing the peace.
That's why the deadline was nine bells.

My wife and I were going to
use the prize money to buy a house.

Come on, now. Don't be shot to pieces.
Have a drink.

I don't consume alcohol.

Well, me? I'm gonna get slopped.

With no sleep and nearly 30 hours in the air.

Can you imagine
soaring through the sky like a bird?

Free?

Thirty hours to myself
is all the freedom I'd need.

Ma'am, I'm told we're low on champagne.

Thank you. I'll have the bar restocked.

Already New Year's back home.

Give my best to Katy.

Oh, Mrs. Thompson, what a spectacular affair.

As a rule, parties bore me, but not this one.

I'm so glad you're enjoying yourselves.

Oh, we are, very much.

Dr. Landau, the woman who came in today...

As I said, I'm sorry you had to see that.

- Female patient. Very sad.
- Yes.

I was speaking with one of the doctors.

- Oh.
- He thought it might be a good idea

if the hospital offered
some kind of instruction for women,

health instruction, prenatal care.

Oh, really? Which doctor was that?

I don't recall his name. Older gentleman.

His point was the entire situation
could have been prevented.

Excuse me?

How's everyone doing?

Sweeten those for you?

You might have to.

Your wife's just been lecturing me

on our hospital's complicity
in a woman's miscarriage.

- No, I...
- Negligent, were we?

That's not what I meant.

I'm sure it wasn't.

Why are we talking shop on New Year's Eve?

Oh, look! It's Howard Carter himself,

back from the Valley of the Kings

with New Year's baubles for all our guests.

Everyone, please come and partake of
King Tut's treasure.

A scarab brooch for you, Mrs. Landau?

A tiepin for you, Doctor?

Why, it's beautiful.

Step on up, everyone.
Please, help yourselves.

These are real diamonds.

Richard, I was wondering
if I might have a word.

Of course.

Do you like living here?

Yes.

Then I'd appreciate
if you'd stop filling Tommy's head

with stories about the past.

It's all very painful for him.

I understand.

I knew you would.

Are you going out this evening?

Yes. To meet a friend.

Well, enjoy yourself.

And let's look to the future.

Hold it right there.

I understand there's a game
over at the Traymore.

Not if they hear you're coming.

In the mood, George?

Remus shuns gambling.

Look, another mummy.

My apologies, gentlemen.

- I trust you've been enjoying yourselves.
- Mmm.

We're getting real friendly.
I promised this Yid I'd stick it only halfway in.

As I was saying,

I'll do 500 cases a month of rum, plus...

I need to stop you.
I won't be selling you alcohol anymore.

- Things have changed.
- How come?

It's not really your concern.

Exactly the kind
of high-handed attitude that makes...

I've got friends in politics,
highly-placed friends.

As a favor to them
and for my own peace of mind,

I prefer to simplify things.

Well, I got money, you got booze.
What could be simpler than that?

That I sell to one buyer only.

Effective immediately,
I'll be exporting exclusively

from Atlantic City to Mr. Rothstein.

If you'd like, you can buy directly from him.

At a 50% markup.

You could always buy from Brooklyn.

Bill Lovett, Peg-Leg Lonergan.

Those Paddies won't sell to Italians.

Sorry, boys. New Year, new rules.

See, that makes sense.

Chink I know, runs a laundry,

tells me '23 is the Year of the Pig.

This is a business decision, Mr. Rosetti.

I come all the way down here,
put up with car trouble...

We all got the same news.

Yeah, but we ain't all in the same fuckin' boat.

I'm gettin' squeezed on all sides here...

No, fuck you, Frank.

Your fuckin' rat-hole bar
and your warehouse in Canarsie?

I don't see you doing me any favors, amico.

And you, you smug kike midget,

creeping around
like a fucking dentist with the ether.

Why don't you watch your fuckin' step...

Why don't you
go sit in the corner, short pants?

And then there's you,

a fuckin' breadstick in a bow tie.

You pasty-faced, cocksucking...

You must be tired, Mr. Rosetti.
That can make a man irritable.

- You need some rest.
- I need 500 cases of rum.

You and your men, my guests at the Ritz.

What, you think I can't
float my own hotel room?

I'm making a goodwill gesture.
Accept it or not.

- How about I make one, too?
- You'll not do it here.

I'll shit you out like yesterday's sausage,
you bog-trotting prick.

You're making my decision very easy.

Nobody here could take a joke.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six...

...five, four, three,

two, one...

Happy New Year!

Look, it's Father Time!

Here come the New Year's babies!

Thanks for a lovely evening.

For your kids.

Another year, eh?

For the goyim it is.

Champagne.

It's twenty years already. We're Americans.

I'm getting changed for bed.

- I thought he was sleeping through the night.
- Sometimes he's hungry still.

- How's Abigail's cold?
- Better.

I lost.

This year will be more lucky.

These flowers are for you.

- Thank you for coming.
- Always lovely to see you.

Well,

we made it, 1923.

It's hard to believe, isn't it?

In some ways I wish
the world would slow down.

You have the right attitude, dear.

- Good night now.
- Night.

- How dare you?
- I beg your pardon?

Don't ever drag me
into a situation like that again.

- What situation?
- Your issues,

whatever your cause is this time.

- My name is on that hospital.
- As is mine.

And it's not to provide you with a bully pulpit.

You come and go as you please
and I do all that's required of me.

Everything you do is because I paid for it.

Don't pretend you don't enjoy
playing the benefactor.

You made me a benefactor
by giving that land away.

I had no...

Is it New Year's yet?

Yes, dear. Could you not sleep?

Tips for the staff.

The bishop's office called.

They need an answer regarding
the St. Gregory award.

- When is it?
- A week from Tuesday.

I'll think about it.

Happy New Year.

What's this?

A new hat for the New Year.

I'm already a lucky man.

So handsome.

All right already.

Don't wait up.

Maybe I come later.

Why, Miss Kent.

- Surprised?
- I'm shocked.

What happened to Cleopatra?

I'd say she flipped her wig.

Enjoy yourself tonight?

I've never had so much fun
pretending I didn't know someone.

The only place I can truly rest my head.

Well, you're not resting yet.

Here she comes! Wave to her! Wave!