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Operator.

Operator, I'm having trouble getting through.

Who is the party you're trying to reach, sir?

Billie Kent, New York City.

I've been trying for hours.

The only thing to worry about

is when you run out of company, sir.

What?

Hungry, slugger?

What the hell is wrong with this phone?

Jesus Christ.

No.

No, no, no.

Nucky, wake up.

What time is it?

Mrs. Thompson is on the line.

- Hello?
- It's not my intention to pry.

There's a sentence that means its opposite.

Father Schuck is here, waiting.

- Who?
- The bishop's man.

We were to review the plans for tomorrow.

- The St. Gregory Award.
- Do it without me.

I'd be happy to oblige,
but you're the one they're knighting.

This whole thing was your idea.

I don't even want to do it.

It's meant to be an honor.
You're not allowed to say no.

There you have it,
a shakedown from start to finish.

You said appearances mattered.

Do you write down everything I say?

- Did Miss Kent call?
- She did not.

We must go if you want to make your meeting.

Is somebody frying something?

Unfortunately, Mr. Thompson
is detained with his work.

He's terribly sorry.

If he didn't work so hard,

he wouldn't have been able
to donate that land.

I can't tell you how much
that meant to the diocese.

It was all his idea.

Truly, I can take no credit.

The formalities, then.

2:00 sharp, in the foyer,

the invited guests will already be seated.

You and Mr. Thompson will be ushered

to the front in the first pew on the aisle.

After my brief dedication,

Bishop Norman will present
Mr. Thompson with the award.

I'm noticing a private audience
with the bishop

has not been scheduled as I'd requested.

Yes, I'm afraid the bishop's schedule
is rather tight.

I see.

Though, as you mentioned, it's a great honor

for Mr. Thompson to receive the award

for his selfless generosity to the diocese.

To not have a moment
with the bishop would be

such a disappointment.

Unfortunately, there just
won't be an opportunity.

One might almost think
he was trying to avoid us.

I assure you, that's not the case.

Then you'll see to it?

Or shall I call his private secretary

to relieve you of the bother?

I'm sure something can be arranged.

You G.D. bunch of...

Gentlemen. Gentlemen.

Do you know what haunts me

when I lay my head down at night?

What dogs me when I open
my eyes in the morning?

The curse of halitosis, Scotty?

Wrinkles, my friend.

The world is plagued by wrinkles.

On summer frocks and Sunday suits.

Pinafores and pocket squares.

Who's the man in the Arrow shirt
when you cover him in creases?

- Nothing but a dub.
- Gloria Swanson's home alone

on Saturday night with nothing fresh to wear.

You got her number? I'll chat her up.

We don't sell irons here at Farraday, friends.

We sell confidence and opportunity.

The big contract signed,

the ring on a sweetheart's finger,

and dreams that always come true.

- Who's ready to spread the gospel?
- Bosco.

- Hunka.
- Not any.

Make the world smooth for me.

Uh, George,

didn't Mama ever tell you
about the early bird?

I'm experiencing a mishap with a strap.

I got to say, you're a pip and a half.

Nucky. Welcome to Tabor Heights.

Police escort and everything.

What do you want, Gyp?

I was thinking maybe the pot roast.
How about you?

I didn't come up here
for your vaudeville routine.

Well, Bible camp ain't till summer,

so why did you come?

Obviously I offended you in some way.

But since you're a man who can find an insult

in a bouquet of roses, I'm not sure quite how.

Maybe it's got something to do with
you jeopardizing my livelihood.

It's a free market. I sell to whom I choose.

To whom? Listen to you.

- I wish you'd start.
- I got customers.

Twenty-block stretch in the Lower West Side.

They can't buy from me,
they buy someplace else.

I'm not selling to Yale or Remus either,

and you don't see them
acting like petulant children.

Right, you only sell to the Jew.

I told you, I need to keep things simple.

Like this place. Simple.

Only one road in, one road out.

Atlantic City to New York.

I'll use the back roads
through the Pine Barrens, Gyp.

I don't know where the fuck that is,

but I bet it's one hell of a slog.

And if I was you, every inch of that road

would stick in my craw.

But I'm not you, Gyp.

I learned a long time ago
not to take things personally.

Everyone's a person, though, right?
So how else could they take it?

In the interest of honoring

what was once
a fruitful business relationship,

let's set the table over again.

You'll be my guest in Atlantic City tonight.

I'll send you home tomorrow
with a full month's supply.

You keep your head above water in New York

and leave these nice people alone.

You'll stay a lot healthier that way.

What happens after a month?

I don't consider that my problem.

Square enough deal.

Then this is where you shake my hand.

It's not just the bathroom.

The entire top floor leaks.

I've got buckets catching rainwater
in three separate bedrooms.

Fuck the ceiling. It's when the cooze
starts leaking you got real problems.

The larger point, Charles,
is that you're a partner here.

The house needs to be maintained.

I just dropped a grand
to fixing up your sitting room.

And there are 18 others
that still need attention.

It's a whorehouse, not the Taj Mahal.

Your name ain't even on the deed.
It belongs to Jimmy.

And he'll sign it over
as soon as he comes home.

Just knock off the screwball shit, will you?

- Meaning what, exactly?
- I ain't got time, sweetie.

Just start showing me
a return on my investment.

What's the story, Meyer?

There's 96 packets total,

so you know for later.

Put it on. Gently.

It feels lumpy.

That's how your head's gonna feel
if you fuck this up.

- Versteh?
- He understands, Charlie.

Let me hear it from him.

Cab to 104 and Lex, third floor, apartment D.

Drop off the decks, take the dough.

- Same as always.
- Cash first, Benny.

Count it there.

Penny less than the whole geetus, you walk.

They have some complaint
about the product...

- You walk.
- You don't like the look of anyone...

What the fuck are you doing?

- Protecting the deal.
- Put that away.

I'm wearing a pound of heroin.

You walk.

I need cab fare.

You bring back the change,
we go out for chinks.

And don't yank on the lining of the coat.

It looks suspicious.

- He'll be fine.
- Yeah.

- Or he'll kill six people.
- Him, I'm not worried about.

It's Masseria we need to settle with.

Hock me with this again?

He's gonna come looking for his piece.

We're sending Benny up to Harlem.

We're dealing in Midtown.

Feelers into Jersey.

I sell two bindles of powder
on Elizabeth Street,

- Joe Masseria gets cut in?
- That's how he'll see it.

We just roll over

when it's our thing, not his?

We approach him. We make the terms.

We look like gentlemen.

Ever eat with that prick?

He has his dinner, and then he has yours.

I'm saying for now, Charlie.

Just for now.

- Dr. Landau.
- Mrs. Thompson.

What a wonderful surprise.

Have you met Dr. Mason?

I have, actually.

Nice to see you again.

- I have my rounds.
- Of course.

I wanted to offer my congratulations

on your husband's well-deserved honor.

I'm hoping you'll be there

to congratulate him in person.

Of course. That's very kind of you to invite us.

I'm glad there are no hard feelings.

What do you mean?

Well, our little contretemps at your party.

Your idea about prenatal instruction.

It's quite long forgotten.

On to more important matters.

How are we doing on the landscaping?

Just on my way to see Mr. McCaully.

You'll be glad to hear we've ordered
the hydrangeas you recommended.

That's wonderful.

Flowers make everyone cheery.

- You're short, Elmer.
- How do you mean?

The money, you fucking hayseed.

Eighty cases, $4,800.

Hang on, Mick.

That don't add up.

Eighty cases at $50 apiece is $4,000.

It don't add up 'cause it's 60 a case.

That ain't the deal I cut with Manny Horvitz.

Well, why don't you take it up with him?

Well, he's dead, ain't he?

That's right.

And how do you think he got that way?

By arguing with me.

Check my figures.

Add 'em up again.

Then your wife can count
how many slugs I put in your skull.

All right, Mick. Relax.

That's better.

Now go milk a cow.

What the fuck are you looking at,
pecker head?

Me? Nothing.

Get that whiskey over to Gillian Darmody's.

And don't try and weasel a handjob for a tip.

You all remember Jimmy Darmody.

- Welcome back.
- Welcome home, Jimmy.

- Welcome back, kid.
- Gave them Huns hell, I heard.

Sure did.

Well, now that he's made
the world safe for democracy,

he's back to lend us a hand, too.

In three weeks, Paddy Ryan is taking over

as chief clerk of the Fourth Ward.

Jimmy here will be Pat's man Friday.

- Attaboy!
- Congratulations, Paddy.

He's here.

Gyp Rosetti.

Sleeping on the job?

Reminiscing, I guess.

The old days.

Sharp suit,

private supper at the best joint in town,

I'll bet the new days are better.

Land of opportunity.

Yeah.

Sperlinga,

where I'm from,

we lived in a cave.

Little hut carved right into the mountain.

I didn't grow up in a cave,

but I know what it's like
to end up very far from where you started.

- Thought you was from here.
- Born and bred. But nonetheless.

No.

Alla nostra buona fortuna.

What's that mean?

To our good luck.

We both deserve it.

Gentlemen, are we ready to order?

Well, I wouldn't mind a slice of you.

I'm much too tough, sweetie.
You'd crack a tooth.

Just send over whatever's good.
And keep it coming.

Hot to trot?

Can you blame me?

I haven't seen my wife in days.

I mean, it builds up. Not healthy.

Atlantic City offers many alternatives.

Tops in my book, Gillian Darmody's joint.

I've never been.

You know her though, right?

It's a small town.

What, you and her?

Don't shit me. Small town.

No. We just go back a while.

Tell you what. Come with me. My guest.

Another time, maybe.

I'm going home tomorrow.

When I'm in your neck of the woods, then.

Not that I'm implying you live among trees.

Like a monkey or something?

Are we starting with this now?

Money first. Remember.

I know. Same as last night.

Drop off the decks. Quit riding me.

It's a business, Benny. Plain and simple.

Right. Right, right, right.

Hey, kid.

Is this the right block for the Turkish bath?

How big a putz you think I am?

How big they make 'em?

Joe Masseria says hello.

Hey!

I'll fucking kill you fucks!

Benny, get down.

Benny, come on!

What are you, fucking nuts? Come on.

You're dead! You hear me?

You're dead! I'll fucking kill you!

I'll fucking kill you!

It's okay. It's okay.

He's having the teeth.

I was awake anyway.

I am soaking your shirt in lemon juice.

The ink will come out for tomorrow.

I'll be more careful.

But you must buy a new one.

When the customer opens the door,

what is she to see?

Confidence and opportunity.

That is what you must carry in your case.
Hmm?

You must also share your troubles
with your wife.

It's nothing. Slight headache.

From the work I think, yes?

Sales are slow.

You must smile.

You are charming when you smile.

Show me.

Close your eyes.

Now you must think of something

that makes you so happy.

There it is.

I see it now.

You are the handsome salesman number one.

I think I open the door

and let you in.

Sell to me.

So I'll see you over at Mickey's.

- Beg your pardon?
- Tomorrow.

When I pick up my shipment.

Indeed you will.

Look at her.

That red hair, huh?

It gives me an ache.

I'm serious. Right here.

So, look, I'm glad we settled this.

- I am, too.
- Seriously.

I get all wrapped up in a thing.

I mean, my head starts pounding,
I can't even think straight.

I need to remind myself,

life's better with friends.

No one's going to argue with that.

Mr. Rosetti.

- My associate, Tonino.
- Look at you.

- You like working here?
- Sure.

Ever get to, you know, with the girls?

No, not really.

Even still, it beats the pants off of my job.

I'd walk around with a stiffy all day.

Can you keep a secret?

Manny Horvitz.

I heard his luck ran out.

His ran out and Mickey Doyle's ran in.

- What do you mean?
- It was Mickey shot Manny.

Where did you hear that?

From Mickey himself.

You know, he may seem dopey,

but I sure wouldn't mess with that guy.

Hello?

It's just me.

So you'll be staying here tonight?

I thought we'd all head to
the church tomorrow together.

Very well.

I've been having trouble sleeping.

Some warm milk, perhaps.

"Young Love lies drowsing
Away to poppied death;

"Cool shadows deepen
Across the sleeping face:

"So fails the summer
With warm delicious breath;

"And what hath autumn
To give us in its place?

"Draw close the curtains
Of branched evergreen;

"Change cannot touch them
With fading fingers sere:

"Here the first violets
Perhaps with bud unseen,

"And a dove, may be,
Return to nestle here."

I didn't understand a word of that.

But very beautiful.

Doves.

What can we offer next?

Music? Dance?

Games of chance or skill?

Let's you and me talk, huh?

That's not what you came here for,
Mr. Rosetti.

Don't sell yourself short.

Ladies, if you'll excuse us.

Place looks good.

New rugs.

Standards are important to me.

But the overhead, huh? Minchia.

It's not something that
we like our patrons to worry about.

Why not?

I worry about it. You worry about it.

Your partner, he worries about it all the time.

- My partner?
- Luciano, right?

That kid's belly ain't never gonna be full.

You know who else?

Nucky Thompson.

He's a worried man.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Really?

Why would I?

He drops me off here,
doesn't even come in for a quick hello.

Nucky tends to his affairs, and I tend to mine.

But you pay him, right?

I mean, he gets his taste no matter what.

Every business has its costs.

What I gotta do to make ends meet,
I don't even want to start.

You think you have friends?
It's all dogs with a bone.

What do I do? What's my choice?

You take care of yourself.

You're gorgeous.

And you're smart. Good businesswoman.

I saw how Nucky treated you out there.

It's like a bad clam in my mouth.

I'm sorry, I have to say it.

Well...

I'm not the only one.

How's that?

I've heard things.

For instance?

I heard

his own brother tried to have him killed.

No kidding.

That's what they say.

Wow.

Lose your own flesh and blood,
what do you have?

You don't have anything.

You have no idea how uncomfortable this is.

You've made your discontent
abundantly clear.

I meant the suit.

It shrunk or something.

You look fine.

Do you know the last time
I was even in a church?

On our wedding day.

Nervous?

Tired.

Barely slept again.

Well, what do they say on Broadway?

The show must go on.

Mr. Thompson.

Mrs. Thompson.

We are gathered here today

for what is a rare and special occasion.

The Pontifical Order of St. Gregory the Great

acknowledges not only
the material generosity

that our honoree exhibits daily,

but his generosity of spirit as well.

Enoch Malachi Thompson, come forward.

Enoch Malachi Thompson,

for having answered the Gospel summons
to brotherly love

and illustrating by your actions

the ideals of the Church,

for having enriched the heritage of humanity

and providing an example for others to serve,

by order of Pope Pius XI,

I now bestow upon you the title

of Knight Commander
of the Order of St. Gregory.

Congratulations, my son.

- Say, Georgie.
- Ralph.

Me and the other fellas were
gonna head down to Herkmeyer's

after quitting time. Want to come along?

- What is that?
- Herk's?

It's just a little retreat
where we study the Psalms

in tranquility and solitude.

- A speakeasy.
- No flies on George.

Knock back a few. Have some laughs.

What do you say?

Thank you. My wife is expecting me.

Oh, come on.
Untie those apron strings a minute.

Look, we were just razzing you
with that pen gag.

Blowing off steam.

Oh, heck, my first day here, I come out,

they painted my car pink.

With polka dots.

So consider yourself initiated
in the brotherhood of bullshit and blarney.

Nothing wrong with letting
your hair down, I suppose.

A knight, imagine that.

And right in the castle next door.

I've set Philip to work
polishing his armor.

Do you find it gets rusty
in the rain, Mr. Thompson?

Enoch.

Yes?

Cornelia asked you a question.

It was just a joke, really.

About the knighthood.

Yes. It's quite an honor.

Well, I'm sure I'll see you later.

Are you not feeling well?

I'm fine.

I just...

I need to use the facilities.

Mrs. Thompson. Mrs. Thompson.

Kent. Lillian Kent.

Are you sure you don't have
a line down somewhere?

I've been ringing for two days.

Very well. Keep trying.

- May I introduce someone?
- By all means.

Bishop Norman, may I present
Dr. Robert Landau,

Chairman of St. Theresa's.

- He's a great admirer.
- Doctor.

Your Excellency, it's truly an honor.

Dr. Landau is trying
to convince my husband and I

to sponsor a women's health clinic
at the hospital.

Well, what do you have in mind?

Well, early days yet, really.

But it's come to our attention that, yes,

many of the women we admit
as patients could benefit.

Seminars, perhaps.

Nutrition, hygiene.

What was it?

Prenatal care.

There are some delicate topics
which would have to be avoided.

- Your Excellency, I...
- Mr. Thompson and I felt the same way.

But still and all,

a worthy endeavor, wouldn't you agree?

A touch of the modern, I suppose.

Only a touch.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Father Schuck is a relentless taskmaster.

You do understand my concerns?

- We...
- We share them.

Then you have my blessing.

Keep me apprised of your progress.

We will. Thank you.

I'm afraid you've finally trapped me.

We'll sponsor the clinic as you wish.

Thirty grand on the nose.

Better than a punch on the nose.

Right.

Mr. Rosetti, we meet again.

Where's the boss?

Mr. Thompson is indisposed.

What's that supposed to mean?

That he isn't here right now.

- And you're...
- Eli Thompson.

The kid brother.

- Heard a lot about you.
- You're all loaded up.

So that's it, huh?

The big send-off?

I could christen you with
a bottle of champagne.

Well, tell Nucky I said goodbye.

Oh, he had a message for you as well.

"Bone for tuna."

Say, Georgie, they're all out of sarsaparilla.

Had a Boy Scout troop in earlier
and they cleaned them out.

Near beer will do.

Near beer? Honey,
don't make a schoolgirl cry.

Oh, you tell him, toots.

Try a real drink.
It'll put some hair on your chest.

This was just cleaned and pressed.

Nothing a Farraday iron can't fix, huh?

Oh, Georgie boy. Come on back.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is a raid

conducted by your
United States Treasury Department.

Secretary Andrew Mellon wishes you all

a pleasant evening,
and would like to inform you

that you are all under arrest.

All alcohol will be confiscated and cataloged

and the contents of the cash register obtained

for violation of the Volstead Act.

The Kama Sutree.

It's the new thing from Egypt.

You screw upside down,

and you don't blow your stack neither.

That's just drunk.

Say, where'd you put that bottle?

It's in my drawers.
Why don't you have a look?

Jesus! Don't shoot!

What the fuck are you doing?

- Get your hat.
- Please. What?

Your hat, put it on.

All right, go.

Go!

Turn around.

- Name?
- George Mueller.

Let's see it.

You come here regular?

No, sir. First time.

- Just bad luck, huh?
- Mmm.

Occupation?

Salesman.

Why do I know you?

I...

People tell me I remind them of someone else.

Just one of those faces.

No, that's not it.

I've seen you around somewhere.

You live in Cicero.

Yes. 24th Street.

I'm over on 27th.

You shouldn't be in places like this, neighbor.

I got talked into it.

I'll tell you what.

Pay the fine direct to me,

and we'll leave it at that.

- Pay you the fine?
- That's how it works.

You must be a pitiful salesman
if this is all you got on you.

Don't let me see you here again.

So they load the coffin
in the ship, right?

And there's this scene,
it moves around all by itself.

No one's touching it.
And then Orlok comes out at night,

and the whole crew, he drinks their blood.

Corpses. Nothing left but the rats.

And you got to see this fella,

skinny, humpback, fingernails like this.

I tell you, he don't give you the willies,
I don't know what.

- Bone for tuna.
- What?

Bone for tuna.
What the fuck's that supposed to mean?

Oh, the kid's Irish. The pronunciation was off.

- I think he meant...
- I know what he meant.

Who the fuck is Nucky Thompson
to wish me good luck?

And in Italian no less, like he's mocking me?

He's real cute, I'll fucking tell you.

Sets me up to lose,

pulls our whiskey deal at the last minute,

then it's buona fortuna like
he's rooting for me to get back on my feet.

- Push me off a cliff, why don't you?
- Sure, I mean...

Good luck flapping your arms
on the way down.

- Am I right?
- Sure, I...

Real attitude on him. Scrawny Irish prick.

I need his blessing to
make my way in the world?

- He...
- I need him to lecture me?

Nothing's personal?

What the fuck is life if it's not personal!

Congratulations from Frank Hague,

Attorney General Daugherty,

Senator Edge.

Bring the car around.

We are going out?

I will pull around out back.

- What the fuck is this?
- I didn't mean nothing by it.

It was just a rib. A joke.

A man's death is no laughing matter.

I don't know what this is,
but I don't want it happening here.

Tell him.

Nucky, you've got to believe me.

- Mr. Harrow.
- Didn't do it!

Didn't do it! I didn't kill Manny Horvitz.

- Whoever said you did?
- He said it.

I was only blowing smoke, okay?

Shooting my mouth off
just to keep things lively.

I never went near him. I swear.

He's telling the truth.

How do you know?

How do you think?

Jesus.

Could you ask him to put the gun away?

Please?

Would you?

So...

I'm gonna go.

And we're good on this, right?

You need to talk to him.

I waited outside his house.

I used a shotgun very close.

May I ask why?

Angela Darmody.

Not her husband?

Jimmy was a soldier.

He fought, he lost.

So I can assume my family and I are safe?

You and Mrs. Thompson

were good to me.

You have nothing to fear.

How many people have you killed?

Sixty-three.

Do you think about any of them?

You know the answer to that yourself.

I'd give anything for you
to have seen his face.

It was absolutely priceless.

I have to admit,
I'm amazed you pulled it off.

I'm sure you intended that as a compliment.

310. 312.

Here we are.

I changed tobaccos.

Dr. Mason, I present to you

the future home of
St. Theresa's Women's Clinic.

Well, needs a bit of work.

So, that's it, then, eh?

What is?

Understand you boys are
heading back to New York.

Oh, yeah? Where'd you hear that?

Nucky's man. Owen.

You know, you shouldn't be smoking
around the gas pumps.

Oh, yeah? Why is that?

It's flammable, that's why.

Well...

Right.

Well, good luck to you now.

How's that?

I said good luck.

Give me that.

Hey, Sheriff.

I think we're gonna stick around a while.

What the hell are you doing?

No! No!

Billie?

Well, look who's up.

When did you get home?

Little While ago.

Didn't want to wake you.

I thought I was having a nightmare.

About what?

I was alone.

Well, you're not alone anymore, are you?