All language subtitles for Boardwalk.Empire.S03E01.720p.HDTV.x264-EVOLVE

Jimmy:
We're taking back the city.

My father used
to run things here.

Nucky Thompson's about
to hit seven years of lean.

- ( handcuffs click )
- Which leaves us the booze.

What we ship comes in.
What Nucky ships doesn't.

Nucky: I've made
inquiries, Harry.

Heard good things about
you from Judge Graves.

- You mean you heard I play ball.
- Well, don't you?

What did he promise you?

- More than you ever did.
- I will ruin you.

- Louis. Louis!
- It's a stroke.

You got liquor, we got money.

- I need cash up front.
- We got a deal.

- You're carrying a child.
- ( Weeping )

That is a sacred charge
from the Lord

and a financial
agreement between us.

I need a port
to land some cargo.

My 20% includes men
to oversee the operation.

This could be an
opportunity, gentlemen.

We meet up and we figure
a way to take it all.

- How do you propose to handle Nucky?
- Just kill him.

( people screaming )

- What are your talents, Mr.
Slater? - Making people stop.

( choking )

Mr. Slater will be
driving me now.

Margaret:
A bit cheeky, isn't he?

Nucky:
He's serving a purpose.

When we're done, you'll leave

and will not speak
a word about it.

That child is for you.

Don't touch me.

- ( crying )
- Rose, don't!

Have you ever posed
for an artist?

Manny Horvitz.

- Pay him.
- I'll take care of it.

You built this town.
Now you can have it back.

- You're stepping down as treasurer?
- Nucky: I am.

- Ingrid, is it?
- Sigrid.

- Her name is what?
- Abigail.

- Where is Darmody?
- He isn't here.

Your husband did this to you.

My father is dead.
( yells )

The shooting... I never
meant for that to happen.

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

And take this... ah!

I intend to make
a full confession.

Then Father Brennan
will marry us.

The defense motion
for mistrial is granted.

- ( crowd gasps )
- This case is dismissed.

Mr. and Mrs. Mueller,
welcome to Cicero.

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

Nucky: There's roughly
160,000 acres.

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

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

This is the only way we
could have ended, isn't it?

- So who's gonna do it?
- I am.

( thunderclap )

( theme music playing )

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( birds screeching )

( clattering )

- Man: Use your foot.
- ( Man #2 grunting )

- Man #3: Push.
- How long is this gonna take?

- ( man #2 grunting )
- Man #3: It's not moving.

The lugs are rusted.

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

- ( men laugh )
- Man: "Gasoline Alley," right?

Man #3: Yeah, it ain't
going anywhere.

Morning.

Well, it was.

Flat tire, eh?

Lugs are rusted.
At least this lug is.

- ( straining ) - 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?

Man #3:
Let him get the thing.

Guess there's no point.

( oilcan pumping )

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...
I didn't mean anything by it.

I'm pulling your leg.
Relax.

( nervous laugh )

Come on, Regina.

What's her name?

( Italian accent ) Regina?

- Yeah. It means "queen."
- ( Barks )

Good day to you.

To you as well.
Come on, Regina.

( Regina barking )

What else could it be?
Here.

Could be this.
Or maybe it could be this!

- ( Regina barking )
- Or this!

- ( music playing )
- You fucking piece of shit!

( yelling )

( music continues )

♪ There'll be a change
in the weather ♪

♪ A change in the sea ♪

♪ From now on, there'll be
a change in me ♪

♪ My walk will be
different ♪

♪ My talk
and my name ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' 'bout me
gonna be the same... ♪

Man:
Here you go, kid.

Don't dawdle.
Get it over there.

♪ And if that ain't
enough ♪

♪ I'm gonna change the way
I strut my stuff ♪

♪ Oh, nobody wants you
when you're old and gray ♪

♪ There'll be
some changes made today ♪

♪ Oh, there'll be
some changes made ♪

♪ I'm gonna change
my way of living ♪

♪ If that
ain't enough ♪

♪ I'm gonna change the way
I strut my stuff ♪

♪ Oh, nobody wants you
when you're old and gray ♪

♪ There'll be some changes
made today... ♪

- Sir. - ♪ Oh, there'll be
some changes made ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, there'll be
some changes made. ♪

Thank you, sir.

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

A 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.
- Nucky: 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.
- ( Giggles )

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.

Oh, but, before you do,

put a bullet
in his fucking head.

What?! No!
No, Mr. Thompson!

Please!
No! No!

( grunting )
Please!

Certain people
you do not steal from.

( gunshot )

( seagulls squawking )

( faint music
playing )

- 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.

( radio static
crackles )

Radio announcer: As plucky
aviatrix Carrie Duncan

- arrives in South Jersey to prepare
for her... - ( Tuning stations )

Emily:
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?

- Philip: 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.

Radio announcer: Now, at the ripe
age of 27, Miss Duncan...

( audio fades )

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.

- ( harp music playing )
- ( Women chattering )

( laughter )

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 a $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?

Richard: Come on, now.
Come on. Sorry.

Mr. Harrow is our
caretaker, a war veteran.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Gillian:
Run along, darling.

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

Come, dear.

See your room.

- ( music playing )
- ( Chatter )

- 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.

( snickering )

He's here.

Dean O'Banion.

I was expecting you
to come down a chimney.

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

( chuckles )

For your wife.

Straight from my shop.
Happy holidays.

( speaks Italian )

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.
- Sláinte.

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!

( speaks Italian )

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

( speaking Italian )

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.

( laughing )

Get me a drink.

Harry, Jess, how are you?

- Harry: Good to see you, Nuck.
- You've met Mayor Bader,

our County Treasurer
Damien Fleming.

Your old job.

Those two-hour naps
must be grueling.

( laughing )

All settled in at the Blenheim?

Just for the day, I'm afraid.

So you'll miss my shindig.

- Too bad.
- Harry: 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 axe 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.

( door closes )

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.

40 grand a month in protection,

- and that's not even counting
the others... - 40 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 will be
accepting cash directly.

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

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

- ( chuckles )
- ( Liquid pours )

What do you make
of this lady flier?

She should spread her legs

and leave spreading
the wings to her husband.

( chuckles )

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.

Dr. Landau: 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...

- Woman: Someone help.
- ...At St. Theresa's.

Please.

- A teaching hospital...
- ( Dripping )

( gasps ) Oh!

Oh! Dr. Mason!
Nurse!

- We need a gurney.
- Orderly, get a gurney.

I'm very sorry
you had to witness that.

McCaully: Let's adjourn
to the boardroom.

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

- We need a lady's opinion.

- Man: Are you thinking
cypress or boxwood?

Man #2: My wife is partial
to hydrangeas.

Dr. Landau: Ah, well, the lady
will know better...

( music playing
within )

( knocks )

( music continues )

( knocking )

- 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...

- Mrs. Posner:Who was that?
- Mr.Posner:Some peddler. I don't know.

A real lummox.

( music playing )

Barker:
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?

- ( pops )
- 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?

( barker continues
indistinctly )

That's enough, pal.

( mutters )

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.

- ( trumpets ) - 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?

( elephant trumpets )

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

- Always a pleasure.
- Happy New Year.

- Margaret: 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.

Mickey:
Move it along, fellas.

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

( giggles )

Well, look who's slummin'.

- Where's your partner?
- Eating his lunch. ( Giggles )

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.

( sighs )

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.

- Girl: No, no, no, no, no!
- Van Alden: Oh, excuse me.

- Excuse me.
( chuckles ) - Ow!

- ( girl shrieking )
- I'm very... very sorry.

- ( shrieking continues )
- ( Chattering )

"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.

( music playing )

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

Thanks, Damien.

Man: Hey, Nucky,
great to see you.

Woman:
The party's swell.

Nucky: Thank you.
Hi. How are you?

- Woman #2: You look lovely, Margaret.
- Woman #3: Hey, Nucky.

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.
- ( Sighs )

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...
- Mm!

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.

( muffled music playing )

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.

There we go.
Hop up.

- What are you drawing?
- A horse.

Very nice.

You know, she drew me
once, your mother.

A long time ago.

Gillian:
What was?

- Gillian.
- What was a long time ago?

Mm, 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.

( distant laughter )

- ( bell jingles )
- Dean: We're closed.

- Even for me?
- Al.

I thought Torrio
had you on a leash.

Well, he left town
and I chewed through it.

- ( vase shatters )
- Whoops.

You really wanna do this?

Sorry, I...
I couldn't hear you.

( door opens,
bell jingles )

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.

( glass crunches )

( bell jingles )

( locks clicking )

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?

( laughs )

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

- They'll save you hours of...
- Eh, 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.

- ( music playing )
- 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.
- ( Men chuckle )

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.

( fanfare plays )

A toast from our host!

( applause )

Stir the eggnog,
raise the toddy.

Happy New Year, everybody.

- ( all cheering )
- Happy New Year!

To Nucky and Margaret Thompson!

- All: Hear, hear!
- ( Fanfare plays )

Who ate the last
of the sardines?

I saw a stray cat go by.

Oh, there's liverwurst there as well.

Hank: Say, Georgie boy!
How's tricks?

I made 24 sales.

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

Ralph: Not for a closer
like George.

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

Ralph: 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.

- Phil: You don't know onions.
- Ralph: 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.

Oh, come on, now.
Don't be shot to pieces.

- Have a drink.
- I don't consume alcohol.

Well, me?
I'm gonna get slopped.

( music playing )

With no sleep and nearly
30 hours in the air.

Can you imagine soaring
through the sky like a bird?

Free?

30 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...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?

- ( gong bangs )
- ( Music playing )

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.

( guests gasp )

- A scarab brooch for you,
Mrs. Landau? - Oh!

A tiepin for you, Doctor?

Why, it's beautiful.

Nucky:
Step on up, everyone.

Please, help yourselves.

- These are real diamonds.
- ( All gasp )

( music playing )

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. - Mm.

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...

- ( speaks Italian )
- 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.

( guests laughing )

Nobody here can take a joke.

Guests:
10, nine, eight,

seven, six...

- ( dog yelping )
- ...Five, four, three,

two, one...

- Happy New Year!
- ( Party favors rattling )

( music playing )

Look, it's Father Time!

Here come
the New Year's babies!

( horn squawking )

Thanks for a lovely evening.

For your kids.

- ( music playing )
- ( Speaking Yiddish )

Champagne.

( muffled chatter )

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.

Nucky:
Thank you for coming.

Margaret:
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.

Hmm, you have
the right attitude, dear.

- Nucky: Good night now.
- Margaret: Good 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 ch...

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.

( speaking Yiddish )

( car approaches )

( car horn honks )

Maybe I come later.

( Emma screaming )

( distant dogs barking )

( screaming continues )

( clock ticking softly )

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.

( chuckles )

The only place I can
truly rest my head.

Well, you're not resting yet.

( laughs )

( birds squawking )

( engine buzzing )

Man: Here she comes!
Wave to her! Wave!

( music playing )

♪ They say don't change
the old for the new ♪

♪ But I found out
that this will never do ♪

♪ When you grow old,
you don't last long ♪

♪ You're here today and then
tomorrow you're gone ♪

♪ I loved a man
for many years gone by ♪

♪ I thought his love for me
would never die ♪

♪ He made some changes
that would never do ♪

♪ From now on I'm gonna make
some changes, too ♪

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