All language subtitles for Boardwalk.Empire.S02E12.720p.HDTV.X264-IMMERSE

And with the arsenic being
introduced slowly,

the victim is often unaware
of being poisoned at all.

Halloran: How do you
explain this, Mrs. Pratt?

Take this
and go far away.

Jimmy: This strike
needs to end.

I plan to make your
murder charge go away.

Chalky: The families of my
men that got killed--

$3,000 apiece.

And them three hooded
crackers did the shootin'?

I want them delivered
to me personally.

Nucky: There's roughly
160,000 acres.

I've instructed Bill Fallon
to draw up papers

transferring it all to
your name exclusively.

If you're willing to testify
that you committed the murder

at Nucky's behest, Randolph won't
argue for the electric chair.

Fallon: Randolph wants you in
the noose for Hans Schroeder.

They're putting the prohi on the stand.

Nucky: Van Alden?

About a year ago the Deacon held
our annual week of miracles.

Your agent Van Alden
show up one afternoon--

he drowned that fella
in front of us all.

- Randolph: Agent Van Alden.
- Hands straight in front of you

and take a--
(Shouts)

I've been
subpoenaed.

Are you actually talking
about testifying?

If you want to punish yourself
because your daughter got sick,

that's your business,

but I will not permit you
to sacrifice me.

- Mickey: Jimmy's coming back.
- Seems unlikely.

- Mickey: He didn't ice her.
- Capone: Then who did?

- Mickey: Manny Horvitz.
- Gillian: Poor girl.

We'll need
to consider Tommy.

A month from now he won't
even remember who she--

(choking) - I'll remember!
I'll remember!

- Ha!
- Ah!

- (Wheezes)
- (Grunts)

- Finish it.
- (Yells)

(Theme music playing)

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Who the hell are you
two jokers?!

- Man: What do you want?
- Good, we have your attention.

Names and addresses
of the three men

that shot up Chalky
White's warehouse.

- Jesus!
- What the hell's going on?

Richard:
Five seconds, gentlemen.

It was Herb Crocker.
He was one.

- And, uh...
- Let's get out of here!

- Come on.
- ...Dick Heatherton.

Who else?

(Grunts)

Odessa, now there's
a city for you.

(Distant cantor singing)

Everyone's a crook.

Little crooks

take from who they can.

Nobodies stealing
from nobodies.

Then the middleman.
Hmm.

How many nobodies
does it take to feed him?

Seven?

10?

The middleman
is always hungry,

always worried.

Because from the middle,

it's easier to fall down
than to climb up.

But the big crooks--

the machers in Odessa--

the big crook
does nothing.

Drink kvass,

eat roast chicken
and fish soup,

stroll with some
cute little tsatske

along Deribasovskaya street,

everybody tips their hat.

The big crook in Odessa,
he's somebody.

I wake up sometimes

and I think
I'm still there--

12 years old, my whole
life ahead of me.

But then I realize

I'm in America,

that world is gone

and you have to make
the best of it.

I understand we've both had a
rough time of it recently.

I sketched it out
for him.

I must stay away from home--
for the safety of my family.

Close my shop.

I'm living like a beggar.

Bit of bad luck.
Happen to anyone.

But my bad luck
has a name--

Waxey Gordon.

Let me stop you
right there.

Whatever your problems,
Waxey Gordon

is a business partner
of mine.

Are you sure about this,
Mr. Thompson?

Do you know
something I don't?

The question
answers itself.

Nucky's a busy
fella, Manny.

And I have
nothing better to do?

You're hiding in the
basement of a synagogue.

Don't waste his time.

Your partner Waxey Gordon

is in business
with James Darmody.

Would you say we have
something in common?

- We might.
- Then let us help each other.

You give me Waxey,
I give you Darmody

and we make
business together.

You'll "give him"
to me?

In all honesty,

you don't look to be in a
condition to do anything.

Well, if the Boychik's wife
could still talk,

she'd tell you otherwise.

Maybe we have less in common
than you think, Mr. Horvitz.

You said he was
open to discussion.

I said I'd broker
the meet.

So you're too big a crook

to be seen
with the likes of me?

According to the federal
prosecutor, yes.

But I will consider
your proposition.

Make sure Mickey knows
how to get in touch.

He's heading to jail and this
is the look he gives me?

(Doors close)

He ain't in jail yet.

He would be nothing
in Odessa.

(Distant singing continues)

(Cars approaching)

- They're here.
- Open it on up.

There's 20,000 cash,

5,000 apiece

for the families
of each victim.

- I only asked for three.
- I know you did.

(Whimpering)

The three pieces of shit
that shot this place up.

You sure about that?

- Ask them yourself.
- That gonna be my pleasure.

(Loud whimpers) - Governor
office dropped my case.

You can tell your daddy
I'll call off the strike.

I will. And you can
do something for me.

Tell Nucky I want to talk.

Welcome back, fellas!

- No!
- Come on, take him, boys.

- Come on.
- No no!

- How that feel?
- You like that?

Man: That's right,
you pull 'em!

Whatever you do
to try to change things...

(Klansmen screaming)

You know he'll never
forgive you.

Man: Got a lot more for you.
(Grunting, thudding)

Let's go to Childs.

- I feel like a steak.
- (Screaming continues)

Come, dear.
Come-- come get Beatrice.

Lilian:
Go ahead, Emily.

Good girl!
That's it.

- I'm going to fall.
- You've got to at least try. Come on.

Go on now, show us
what a big girl you are.

- Daddy!
- Hi sweetie.

Mr. Thompson.
How was Philadelphia?

- Where is Mrs. Schroeder?
- She left, sir, 20 minutes ago.

She didn't say
where she was going.

Lilian. Emily.
Katy.

(Bell rings)

She brings a priest?

I'm surprised she doesn't have an
infant suckling at her breast.

Bring me back
a shaved cherry ice.

I'm boiling.

Mrs. Schroeder? How do you do?
I'm Esther Randolph.

This is father Brennan.
He's here--

I'm here
for moral support.

I don't think
I'll need it.

I meant
for Mrs. Schroeder.

She understood that,
father.

Mrs. Schroeder
has left her children--

including her sickly
daughter-- to be here today.

- What's wrong with her?
- Polio.

I'm terribly sorry.

Mrs. Schroeder is a widow
and devoted mother.

She is active
in the church

and ignorant of any of the
charges in this case.

I didn't realize they taught
law at the seminary.

Perhaps we can let
Mrs. Schroeder speak for herself.

- There's nothing she--

I'd like to speak with
miss Randolph alone.

- I'm not sure that--
- Thank you, father.

Well, I suppose
I'll buy some stamps.

Is it difficult
to become a lawyer?

Not if you set
your mind to it

and don't take no
for an answer.

I doubt it was
that simple.

You're right.

I started as
a public defender.

As you might imagine, my
only clients were women.

What kind of women?

The kind who don't have
any other choice.

Are you saying I did?

Why don't you tell me?
You cleared the room.

My husband beat me.

He beat our children.

He was a drunkard

and a philanderer.

And now you've
moved up in the world.

Do you hate Mr. Thompson?

No, I rather like him.

Not that it matters.
Do you hate him?

Your feelings
are complicated.

The truth is
complicated as well.

Then I'd be very interested in
hearing what you have to say.

Would I have
to appear in court?

I'll compel you to testify, whether
you cooperate with me or not.

I can paint you either way
on that witness stand,

it's really up to you:

The helpless widow

unwittingly drawn in
by her husband's killer,

or the shameless gold-digger
seduced by money.

Does it matter to you that
neither of those are true?

(Sternly) It matters that
Enoch Thompson goes to jail.

What has he given
you besides money?

He's never been
cruel to me.

He's been plenty cruel
to others.

I've never seen it.

But you know it anyway.

I have children.

And does their well-being
trump everyone else's?

The victims as well
as the criminals?

If you had your own,
you'd never ask.

If I had my own,
I couldn't bear knowing

that their comfort was bought
with the blood of others.

Because sooner or later
they'll find out themselves

and that won't be
a happy day.

If I did what you ask,

what becomes of me?

You'll never have
to see him again.

Set yourself free,
Mrs. Schroeder.

You'd be amazed at how
much better you'll feel.

How do you "order" someone
to commit murder?

- It's fucking ludicrous.
- That's my position.

If I ordered them to step in front
of a train, would they do that too?

If they would,
your troubles are over.

God damn it.
Eddie!

- Ja?
- Why is this bourbon empty?

Someone drank it.

- You're cracking wise now?
- I will refill it immediately.

Bring some ice,
for God's sake.

It's fucking
sweltering.

We should discuss your brother.
If you could talk to him--

- in protective custody?
- Get word through his lawyer.

- Make him an offer of some kind.
- Which is swell,

except we both know
he's not the real problem.

(Eddie hacking at ice)

I suppose there is an
elephant in the room.

- If you're referring to

the woman who sleeps in the bed
in which I am no longer welcome,

then yes,
there certainly is.

- Her testimony's what'll sink you.
- She doesn't know anything.

But even if the jury
thinks she does,

that's enough to corroborate
Eli and Halloran.

They're accomplices.
They'll say anything to get off.

(Phone ringing)

And juries know that. But if there's
an independent corroboration

of what those accomplices
allege, even by inference--

it could be enough
to convict you.

(Phone rings)

The bottom line's that

if your lady-friend
testifies...

Ahem. Chalky White
is on the line.

(Waves breaking,
wind chimes ringing)

(Birds chirping)

(Car approaching)

Hello?

Nucky.

Your door was open.

This is Owen Sleater.

You could wait outside.

It's okay.
I used to do your job.

You're the reason
I'm doing it now.

I'm sorry
about Angela.

Manny Horvitz.

Philadelphia.

Never heard of him.

He used to work
for Waxey Gordon.

He came for me,

found her instead.

If I hear anything,
I'll let you know.

No thank you.

To the lost.

My father's dead.

I should have
killed him...

The moment he suggested
betraying you.

I thought about it
since I was a kid--

killing him.

I don't know
what stopped me.

He was your father,
James.

Nothing looms larger.

Last year when he was sick,
i went to see him.

He looked... pathetic.

He was scared

and he was trembling.

I put my hand
on his chest.

I looked into his eyes.

And he said,

"you're a good son."

Knocked the wind
out of me.

I know there's
nothing I can say,

Nuck.

Maybe there's
something I can do.

For me?

How about
telling the truth?

- I was angry.
- About what?

Who I was.

Who you are.

What I'd been through--
over there.

The shooting...

I never meant
for that to happen.

Then why did it?

You said you wanted
to talk, James.

And suddenly
you're very quiet.

It was Eli.

And you had nothing
to do with it?

Let me make things right.

Or as right
as they can be.

Just tell me
how to help you.

(Rustles)

A scarf?
In this weather?

It'll be winter
soon enough.

I need to speak
with you.

We were both
raised catholic,

but I suppose
it's fair to say

that we have fundamental differences
in our approach to religion.

You lost your faith.

If there really is a God,

would he have
given me this mug?

Look, maybe there is
some being in the sky

who sits in judgment.

We'll all find out
soon enough.

But my relationship
to whatever that is,

it doesn't need rules.

So your version of God
asks nothing?

It asks that
I love my family,

that I care for them
and protect them.

There is more God in the
love I feel for you

and those children than in
all the churches in Rome.

I know you're in pain.

And I know how hard
it's been.

But it will get better,
you'll see.

We just need
to stick together.

I adore you, Margaret.

I adore our family.

My entire universe--
it's within these walls.

The rest can disappear.

And if I were
to believe all that?

I need you to marry me.

- Need? - So you won't
have to testify.

- I want you to marry me.
- Why did you not say that?

Because I didn't
want to insult you

by pretending that you
wouldn't be saving my life.

I've done bad things--

horrible things

that I convinced myself
were justified.

I can see how wrong
that was

and God or no God,

- no one is sorrier than I am.
- (Kettle whistling)

I'm afraid, Margaret.

I don't want to die or spend
the rest of my life in jail.

I'd never admit that
to anyone but you.

You are always
surprising.

- I will grant you that.
- (Whistling stops)

(Music playing)

The death certificate's
been approved.

You should keep a copy
for your files.

"Cause of death:
Accident."

That cost a pretty penny.

There's also the question
of his will.

I didn't realize
he had one.

From 1914.
He never revised it.

And?

He left the bulk of his
estate to a Louanne Pratt.

His servant...

Who tried
to poison him.

What if he had no will?

His estate goes to you,
as next of kin.

And from me
to my son--

- when I die.
- Heaven forbid.

Sir?
Your guests have arrived.

Be firm in what you want.
You need to make sure that they--

Ma.
No more advice.

I've only tried
to help you.

- I never meant for any--
- I know you did.

You're the man
of the house.

- All: Ma'am.
- Gentlemen.

Jimmy.

(Groans)

Obviously, with my
father's passing,

things have changed
quite a bit.

I'm talking to the mayor about
naming a street for him.

- My condolences.
- On your wife as well, Jim.

Thank you.

I've rethought
our position

regarding Nucky.

His ass in a sling seems like
the right position to me.

- (Chuckles)
- We're going after Eli.

You'll recant
your testimony,

- all of you, blame everything on him.

- What? - After all this?!
- My reputation's on the line.

And if Nucky beats
the charges,

where's
your reputation then?

He's on the ropes, kid,
on the run.

This is no time
to lose confidence.

What do you think,
leander?

My advice is
to stay the course.

You been through
the wringer, kid.

Your wife,
now your pop--

that's a burden
for any man.

Boyd: Take a trip,
clear your mind.

A week from now,
this will all be over.

Ryan: We've come this far,
why turn back?

Neary: Besides, I like
being the treasurer.

(Laughter)

- Nucky: Is your name Emily Schroeder?
- Emily: Yes.

- Are you the strongest little
girl in the world? - Yes.

- Are you the strongest mightiest--
- Yes.

- Yes. - --Strongest
girl in the world?

- Yes.
- Can you walk to daddy?

- Teddy: You can do it.
- Nucky: Keep your legs still.

- Now put your crutch out.
- Teddy: Start with your right foot.

Nucky: Just your-- now take a step.
Now do the other crutch.

- Now take a step.
- Teddy: That's great!

There you go.
Just like that, see?

- Come on, sweetie, you can do it.
- You can do it!

Good. Just like that.
Crutch...

- That's it. Walk to daddy!
- ...Then step. Crutch...

- Teddy: Come on!
- ...Step. You're doing it!

- Emily, you can do it!

- Nucky: Are you as strong
as your big brother?

- Come on. - Come on, Emily.
You can do it.

- Come on, Emily, you can do it.
- Oh, there you go, come on.

Come on.

- (Silverware clanks)
- Thank you.

I would like you to come
with me, please.

- Where? - Mr. Sleater
will drive us to the church,

where I intend to make a full
and complete confession.

Then after I've made
my peace with God,

father Brennan
will marry us.

- Thank you. I don't know what's--
- Children?

We'll be back later.
Say goodbye to your father.

- Bye.
- Bye, daddy.

Emily:
Would you like some more?

Katy, I need you to
come with us, please.

(Piano playing)

May it please the court,

gentlemen of the jury,

my name is
Esther Randolph,

assistant United States attorney.

Bless me, father,
for I have sinned.

During the course
of this trial,

you'll hear
a great many charges

brought against
Enoch Thompson.

First and foremost,

that he ordered the murder
of a Mr. Hans Schroeder,

a romantic rival.

Using his influence as
treasurer of Atlantic county,

Mr. Thompson also engaged in
other violations of the law,

enlisting his underlings
in graft,

violations
of the Volstead Act

and extortion
of local businesses.

Enoch Thompson is a man
who will stop at nothing

to achieve his ends,

a man whose greed
knows no boundaries.

Brennan: Let women be subject to
their husbands as to the lord,

for the husband
is the hand...

Randolph: You'll hear how rather
than minding the city's coffers,

he was instead
lining his own pockets.

Brennan: Therefore, as the
church is subject to Christ,

so also let the wives be to
their husbands in all things.

- (Moaning)
- (Phone ringing)

Randolph: Along with his
various aldermen,

he has plundered the citizens
of Atlantic county,

using the spoils
to ensure his position

by rigging
last year's election.

You'll hear directly from
some of these aldermen,

including James Neary,

now the interim treasurer.

- (Moaning)
- (Phone ringing)

Oh God.
What the fuck?

- (Door slams)
- Look at me.

Take a coffee break,
don't come back.

Marriage is an institution
not to be taken lightly...

Enoch Thompson is a man
loyal only to himself.

Brennan: ...A sacred covenant
before God.

A man who orders up murder
like you and I order coffee.

Knowing this,
I ask you,

do you, Margaret,
choose to marry Enoch,

to join with him
as your husband,

- for all the days of your life?
- I do.

Jimmy:
"...At which point

sheriff Elias Thompson

ordered me to falsify

voting records..."

I, Enoch,
take you, Margaret,

for my lawful wife.

- Sign it.
- Nice, fellas.

A fucking confession
signed at gunpoint.

It's not just
a confession.

- (Gags) - Richard: It
was a suicide note.

You may kiss the bride.

Accordingly, there can be
only one just verdict--

guilty.

(Woman shrieking)

(Gavel pounds)

Order!

- Order!
- (Murmuring)

A last-minute marriage,
an alleged suicide,

sudden recantations
of sworn testimony.

In my eight years
as a prosecutor,

I have never seen a more blatant
example of witness tampering.

Objection! I resent these
insinuations, your honor.

Insinuations?
They're flat-out accusations!

Simply because miss
Randolph's case is unraveling

- like a ball of yarn, I don't--
- Spare me, Mr. Fallon.

We all know what's
going on here.

Until you can prove it,
I suggest--

- (gavel bangs)
- Order!

Counsel, approach bench.

You have no chance
at a murder conviction

and you've lost your main
witness on the other charges.

Do you really want
to proceed with this fiasco

until jeopardy attaches?

Or would you rather go
get your ducks in a row?

She who fights
and runs away...

I'll take the ducks,
your honor.

The defense motion
for a mistrial is granted.

- This case is dismissed without
prejudice. - (Clamoring)

Your honor,
I move that my client

sheriff Elias Thompson be
released on his own recognizance.

Granted.

I make the same motion for my
client deputy Raymond Halloran.

Your client confessed to
murdering Hans Schroeder.

We had a plea deal,
your honor.

Then I suggest you read it.
It was conditioned on the fact

that Mr. Thompson's murder
charge goes to the jury.

Mr. Halloran, you are
hereby remanded

to the federal penitentiary
at Leavenworth, Kansas.

What?
Wait a minute!

I don't understand!

- No! No!
- Reporters: Nucky, Nucky!

- Mr. Thompson!
- A few words, Mr. Thompson?

- How do you feel right now?
- (All shouting)

(Fiddle playing)

(Kids laughing)

- Boy: Mommy, look!
- Jimmy: What about this pony?

He's looking
to make friends.

Tsk tsk tsk.
Here you go.

- What do you say?
- Thank you.

All right, hold it
flat out in your palm,

just like that.
Just like that.

Pretty wet, huh?

He wants you to pet him.

He likes that.

He's a gentle
little one.

You know, when I was your
age, a little bit older,

and it was hot like this,
I'd head out here.

The boardwalk didn't
come out this far then.

I'd build a lean-to
out of driftwood.

A pocketful of peanuts

and pretend I was
Robinson crusoe.

With mima?

No, mima didn't know
where I was.

Nobody did.

It was just
me, myself and I.

Can I do that?

Sure.

All right,
here we go.

Whoa!

(Grunts)

Hands here, hold on
with your legs.

Tighter.

It won't bother him.

Cowboy or soldier?

Soldier.

You pay me after.

Jimmy:
Hold on, buddy.

(Music continues)

You're awake.

And I'm drunk.

Not the most romantic
greeting, was it?

Honesty
has its virtues.

I was out celebrating
with Fallon.

Yes, congratulations.

A stroke of luck.

- I know what you're thinking.
- Really?

What's that?

The mistrial,

I had nothing to do with
Neary's suicide, Margaret.

I believe you.

Look, I'd be lying if I
said it didn't benefit me.

Obviously it did.
But he was a very troubled man,

involved in something
he knew was wrong.

I can't be responsible for all the
misfortune in the world, can I?

I said I believe you.

Have you seen
the evening paper?

Congress is set to approve
the road appropriations.

10 million
for New Jersey.

- A good day for the state.
- A good day for us.

That land will be worth
a fortune, Mrs. Thompson.

So you've said.

I'll need you to sign the deed back
over soon as you get a chance.

Of course.
It was only for safekeeping.

Am I sleeping in here?

We are married.

Who knows?
Maybe you're right.

Maybe God is giving me
another chance.

(Laughing)

(Car approaching)

- Hey, Uncle Nucky!
- Brian. Getting big.

Dermott.

Help yourself.

A little early, isn't it?

My own recognizance.

It means
I make the rules.

(Exhales)

- Hot enough for you?
- Yes.

And how about those Phillies?

And my brother
tried to have me killed.

Et tu, Eli?

What?

Shakespeare.
"Julius Caesar."

There's a character
named Eli?

I told you I had
nothing to do with that.

The shooting.

That's not what
your partner said.

- My partner?
- Jimmy.

What do you expect, Nucky?

That fucking kid'll lie
about anything.

After all this, will you at least do
me the courtesy of being honest?

I am being honest.

I tried to stop them.

They threatened me--

my life,
my livelihood.

No-- I came to you, Nucky.

You forget?

Hat in hand?

- And you pissed on me.
- (Kids yelling)

Hey!

You rip those pants,
you'll be sorry!

What?

You'll plead guilty.

Woman: Dexter!

- What?
- To everything--

all of it, before they bring
new charges.

- Nucky, that's--
- I spoke to the Attorney General.

You'll do two years
at the most,

be out in half that time.

- June, the kids...
- (Sighs)

...They'll be well
looked after.

It's the best
you're going to do, Eli.

God knows
it could be a lot worse.

(Sighs)

I'd understood
it was brown.

Some is.
There's all different types.

It should be gold,
you ask me.

They try it once, you've
got a customer for life.

And your supplier?

Some chink downtown.

Ship it in
from the orient.

We could start
an import operation--

(phone rings)

Chinese lanterns,
things of that nature.

Cut out the middleman.

Just so you know, we come
to you with this first.

Out of respect.

(Door opens)

Sir?
Nucky Thompson calling.

Mr. Thompson,
congratulations.

I hear Mr. Fallon
earned his fee.

- Well, I'm sure he thinks he did.
- (Rothstein chuckles)

- What can I do for you?
- Manny Horvitz.

Mm-hmm.
I've heard the name.

And if he were suddenly
to be among the departed?

- Why do you ask?
- As a courtesy.

He has a connection
to Waxey Gordon,

who I know has
a connection to you.

If Mr. Horvitz

were to go?

(Softly)
Who gives a shit?

I would have no opinion

one way or the other.

Well then,

it appears I have
a decision to make.

Flip a coin.

When it's in the air, you'll know
which side you're hoping for.

(Exhales)

With the greengrocer
right up the street.

And, uh, if you're
churchgoing people--?

Van Alden:
We are.

St. Mary of Czestochowa
is nearby.

Very nice.

It's a quiet town
for quiet people,

like most
of the midwest.

I'm sure we'll be
quite happy here.

As am I.

That's the first
two months in advance.

Mr. and Mrs. Mueller,
welcome to Cicero.

(Music playing)

- Jimmy: So the whole company...
- Gillian: Ow!

Is supposed
to be singing.

And this fella Radcliff,

(laughing) He starts
changing the words.

♪ Over there ♪

♪ fuck a bear ♪

♪ I'll fight any night
in my underwear. ♪

you know,

I'd be out days on end,

moving from blind
to blind.

Water, rations, rifle--

never speak a word.

I'd come back to camp

and the boys joking...

And I'd feel...

This is where

I'm meant to be.

- (Snorts) - Nobody was
meant to be there.

But that's where
we were.

And we're still there,
aren't we?

Tommy:
One, two, three, go!

Time to come home,
Richard.

How?

I don't know. But promise
me you're gonna try.

- Tommy: Okay, go go go!
- (Phone ringing)

(Humming)

- Hello.
- Nucky: It's me.

I've located your friend
Mr. Horvitz.

- How?
- Mickey Doyle.

Horvitz is meeting me
in one hour.

The war memorial.

(Tommy chattering)

I'll be there.

- Who was that?
- Nucky.

He found Manny Horvitz.

I'll come with you.

It's okay.

Tommy: Okay, I'm gonna have
all the horses now.

I could take care
of this for you.

This is something
I gotta do myself.

(Toy clatters)

How about putting
this guy in the car?

Tommy: We're gonna have a fight
with the cowboys in the car.

- Gillian: Oh. You can do whatever
you want. (Door closes)

- (Thunder rumbles)
- Yeah!

Did Jimmy go out?

Yes.

Something he has to do.

Come on, you.
Upstairs.

What are you wearing
under there?

So they can always tell
who you are.

Did daddy
give you those?

(Thunder rumbles)

- You know what?
- What?

You're going to be a big
man in this city one day.

Just like
your father.

(Thunder crashes)

James.

So now you will have
your revenge, Boychik.

Is that what this is?

(Shotgun cocks)

His boot.

I'm not armed.

He isn't.

This is the only way
we could have ended,

isn't it?

This is your choice, James.

I died in the trench,

years back.

I thought
you knew that.

So who's going to do it?

Manny?

You?

Eli?

I am.

My first time
I vomited after...

Two days straight.

Second time I didn't
even think about it.

- So fucking stupid.
- Just try to make yourself calm.

- You had everything going...
- Breathe, Nuck.

Your whole life.

You'll get through it.

All you got to worry
about is when

you run out of booze

and you run out
of company

and the only person left
to judge you is your--

(Jimmy coughing,
gagging)

You don't know me, James.

You never did.

I...

am not

seeking

forgiveness.

(Choir vocalizing)

(Mortar whistling)

(Explosions, gunfire)

(Muffled shouting)

(Whistle tooting)

Man: Advance!

It was only the angels
bowling up in heaven, dear.

Nothing at all
to be afraid of.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you not having
breakfast?

Early meeting.

You were late
last night.

I was beginning
to get worried.

No need.

Where were you?

Just out.

In the rain?

I ran into
James Darmody.

Really?

And how was that?

It was fine.
We cleared the air.

I'm surprised.

My new leaf.

It turns out
he's reenlisting.

Already left, actually.

Well, the rain broke
the heat at least.

Yes.
It did.

I'll be home
for dinner.

(Music playing)

(Music continues)

- Bader: What are you doing?
- (Horn blares)

- You're in the middle of the highway!
- Congratulations, Nucky.

Gentlemen.

(Horn blares)

Bader: Not a minute
too soon.

We're almost out.

- So this is it, eh?
- The road to riches.

I was thinking
the Harding highway.

It never hurts to remember
your friends, huh?

Katy?

I need you to drop this
with father Brennan.

(Cheers)

To the future,
gentlemen!

Hear hear!

- (Laughs)
- There you are. Mayor?

- Oh, thank you.
- Fill you up?

(Music playing)

♪ Johnny, get your gun,
get your gun, get your gun ♪

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♪ hear them calling
you and me ♪

♪ every son of liberty ♪

♪ hurry right away,
no delay, go today ♪

♪ make your daddy glad
to have had such a lad ♪

♪ tell your sweetheart
not to pine ♪

♪ to be proud
her boy's in line ♪

- ♪ over there ♪
- ♪ over there ♪

- ♪ over there ♪
- ♪ over there ♪

♪ send the word,
send the word, over there ♪

♪ that the yanks
are coming ♪

♪ the yanks are coming ♪

♪ the drums rum-tumming
everywhere ♪

- ♪ so prepare ♪
- ♪ so prepare ♪

- ♪ say a prayer ♪
- ♪ say a prayer ♪

♪ send the word,
send the word to beware ♪

♪ we'll be over ♪

♪ we're coming over ♪

♪ and we won't come back ♪

♪ till it's over
over there ♪

♪ over there,
over there ♪

♪ send the word,
send the word to beware ♪

♪ we'll be over,
we're coming over ♪

♪ and we won't come back ♪

♪ till it's over
over there. ♪

men: Hurrah!