All language subtitles for Boardwalk.Empire.S03E10.720p.HDTV.x264-EVOLVE

I would like to ask you to
help me obtain a diaphragm.

Is this what the Shearer woman
wanted to speak to you about?

I suppose
I'd need two...

one for her
and one for me.

This little shit is sneaking
around where he don't belong.

Dad!
You're drunk.

Let go of him right now.

- Or what?
- Or I'll kill you.

(John): - There's a new face.
- He's my muscle.

- What's in the case?
- Irons.

George Remus,
you're under arrest

for violating
the Volstead Act.

You can't do this.
Remus has paid!

- Remus kept receipts!
- What receipts?

From Jess Smith,
Daugherty's man.

- You came.
- Didn't I say I would?

( crowd cheering )

- Aquavit.
- We're not supposed to drink any...

Not to drink, to sell.

- Sell where? - On Kedzie Boulevard
to Norwegian people there.

- When this is all sorted, you and I...
- Why not now?

We'll go as soon
as we're able.

Nucky: Joe Masseria
is backing Gyp Rosetti.

I'm going to fight him.
I need your help.

Everyone here wishes you

all the luck in the world.

Arnold.
Arnold.

( theme music playing )

sync and corrections by bellows
www.addic7ed.com

( band playing, chatter )

Man: To all swimmers,
bathers, sailors,

landlubbers, mermaids,
sea serpents,

and other creatures
of the deep,

I, King Neptune,
offer greetings.

As ruler of the Seven Seas,
lord of the boundless waves,

high constable
of the coral caverns

and uttermost recesses
of the depths,

I invite you to feast your eyes
on my spellbinding sirens

and surrender to the allure
of seaside enchantment...

( applause )

to forget about
life's stormy seas,

shipwrecks,
and typhoons.

This morning, I unlock
the joys of summer

and invite the denizens
of Atlantic City to frolic

in the spume and bubble
of my watery depths.

( microphone feedback)
(rings )

Neptune: For the next 12 weeks,
I command you...

What the heck is this?
Must have fell off a boat.

Whiskey!

Look at this!

Neptune: Forget about
life's stormy seas...

- Man: I can't believe this!
- Whiskey!

Woman:
Whiskey!

( people shouting )

Why is everyone yelling?

Maybe it's a sea serpent.

Neptune:
...and typhoons.

Enjoy the pleasures

of summer and...

Should I continue?

Just blow the fucking trumpets
and leave it at that.

- ( fanfare plays )
- Very mayoral, Ed.

( band playing )

Man: Come on, load 'em up.
Let's go.

- Man #2: My back is killing me.
- Man #3: I got these three.

A dozen fucking crates.

- Two... it was more like two.
- Are you sure?

Why not three?
Or fuckin' 12?

Two...
it was two dozen, Gyp.

I want to see this
pompinaio captain.

He said it was crazy
out there last night.

The waves were coming
out every which way.

It's a fuckin' ocean, Tonino,
doing what it's supposed to!

- Why the fuck ain't he?
- Man: Could've been rogue waves.

What?

My cousin Franco.
He's new.

Whole side of the family
is fuckin' yammerers.

Tell me about
these waves.

- Well, a-actually...
- He don't know shit.

Worked on my uncle's fishing boat

when he was a kid, so
he thinks he knows...

Say what you're gonna say.

Franco:
Nothing.

It's just sometimes
when the wind shifts,

waves crash into each other
from different directions.

And when they do,
they make giant waves.

It's easy to lose cargo
if it's not strapped down.

Your father was
a fisherman, huh?

All his life.

Well, how come you
don't know this shit?

- Well, I didn't...
- His father was your uncle, right?

Foreman: All right, this car
is all filled up.

- All right. Let it go.
- Man: ...bring two here.

- ( bottles rattling )
- Man: Come on.

Foreman: All right, we're gonna
move it out, fellas. Let's go.

Fuckin' Sinbad over here.

( laughter )

( chuckles )

- ( door opens, closes )
- ( bell jingles )

- Good morning, sir.
- No peddlers.

- I'd like a moment...
- Oh, go away. I not buy nothing.

What's your name,
friend?

My name is
"I Not Buy Nothing."

Not even a taste
of the homeland?

Aquavit.

Perhaps you'd like
to discuss this in back?

This from Norway?

Cicero, but it's made
by a real Norwegian.

- You no sound like you from Norway.
- My wife.

May I?

( sniffs )

Ah, it's good.

$6 a bottle.

You give four to me,
I give 20?

Very well.

You come back later, yeah?

I have more money
and I buy more.

Later, yes.

Thank you.

( bell jingles )

You did not drink
your powder.

Gaston Means.

He is on the line.

I'm not to be disturbed.
Is that clear?

Ja.

Gaston: I'll begin the discussion,
then, shall I?

A certain individual
has manifested

every sign
of erratic behavior.

Jess Smith is Harry
Daugherty's problem.

In my estimation,
the attorney general is rather

perfectly suspended between
the bonds of loyalty

and the need
for self-preservation.

- So let the son of a bitch hang there.
- Yes, indeed.

But in the meanwhile,
the likelihood is high

that Jess will say
anything to anybody

regarding everyone
he's ever met.

Such is the nature
of hysterics.

( cat meows )

Your name would be
on that list,

as I'm sure
you've considered.

So would yours.

- Would it be difficult?
- Mr. Smith?

( cat purring )

Some finesse
would be required.

Fortunately, I have
experience in these matters.

What does
that cost?

40,000.

( cat purring )

Are you there?

There are men who
would do it for $10.

And you're free
to hire them.

I hope you don't choose
a surgeon on the same basis.

In both cases the outcome
can be unexpectedly messy.

You'll get paid...
when I see the results.

Why are you
leaving so early?

The Thompsons
are expecting me.

Margaret,
you mean.

I'm not
a monkfish, Katy.

I'll not
take your bait.

I was just wondering
if Mr. Thompson knows

his wife fancies
the help.

We've been through this
at great length.

I heard you the other
day on the phone.

- I'm only doing my job.
- Right.

Maybe she needed your help
removing a pea

from under
her mattress.

Stop filling your head
with foolish notions.

Then prove me
a fool.

I'd be happy to...

at the altar.

Really?

We'll discuss it
later.

( door closes )

( elevator bell pings )

Margaret: Mr. Sleater,
good morning.

Mrs. Thompson.

Mr. Kessler.

- Is something wrong?
- No, I just...

You come
bearing secrets.

Um, nothing as fancy
as that, I'm afraid.

What do you think,
Mr. Kessler?

I... I do not
understand.

Margaret: Then I suppose
you need to come clean.

( chuckles )

It's, um...

it's Katy's birthday
tomorrow,

and I'll be damned
if I know what to give her.

And truly be damned
I choose wrong.

A woman's touch.

I'm at your mercy,
missus.

Well, let's discuss
the possibilities.

You can bring
the car around.

- I'll be down shortly.
- Yes, ma'am.

You shouldn't
toy with him.

He sees more
than you think.

He's only seen us
talking.

And soon, he won't
see us at all.

If we botch this,
he'll find out.

Mr. Kessler?

Mr. Thompson.

You'll need
to leave first.

- I'll follow after.
- When?

Can't say.
Six weeks, a month.

Why so long?

We leave together,
then he knows.

And he won't forget.

And there's no place
far enough then.

What's St. Louis like?

I haven't a clue.

But Emmet's a mate
from years back.

He'll set us
on our feet.

And if it doesn't suit us,
we'll...we'll...

We'll live among
the Indians.

Aye. Or give it
a go at least.

( seagulls cawing )

And Katy?

I'll leave
one morning,

tell her something
that sounds convincing,

and she'll never
see me again.

"A man, a plan,
a canal...

Panama."

What are you
yammering about?

- It's a palindrome.
- A what?

A word or phrase spelled exactly
the same backwards or forwards.

Like "mom."

Or imbecile.

( snickering )

- Well, no, that's not...
- Where the hell is Owen?

I'll go see.

"A man, a plan"...

what is it?

"A man, a plan,
a canal"...

I have a fucking
headache!

I'll tell you
later.

Sorry I'm late.

Fill him in.

Heard back from my
contact in New York.

Masseria goes
to the Turkish baths

every Thursday, same time
every week... 9:00 p.m.

That might work.

Some place
on Chrystie Street.

Popular
with the locals.

Steamy, dark,
people distracted.

Come up from behind,
nice and quiet.

They got
the mineral baths?

Is that
fucking important?

He's keeping tabs
on Masseria all day.

I'll go with you
as backup.

No, you won't.
You're going to Chicago.

What the hell's
in Chicago?

Johnny Torrio
and, with any luck,

an army of men
who'll help us out.

With Masseria gone,
we'll take Rosetti out.

He'll be weak without
Masseria's backing.

So all that extra muscle
will fall by the wayside.

- Rats leaving a sinking ship.
- Nucky: We'll still need help.

You pack your bags, too.

Tell me I'm going
to Paris.

( giggles )

West Overton,
Pennsylvania.

You'll be met at the station
by a man named Fahey.

- He'll take you to the Overholt
Distillery. - Andrew Mellon's place.

What do I do
when I get there?

Nucky: Get it up and running
as soon as possible.

We're taking over
Remus' old operation,

using Overholt
as a base.

We can export to Chicago or
New York straight from there.

That'd take some money,
won't it?

We'll take the train to New
York, avoid Tabor Heights.

- And who else with you?
- Owen: Agent Sawicki will be enough.

Sawicki:
I'll flash my badge,

distract Masseria's bodyguard.

And give me time
to do my business.

It's not that I doubt
your ability,

I just saw this
as a bigger operation.

Owen: More men, more chance
for mistakes.

This job doesn't call for an army,

just patience...
and opportunity.

Don't you have
valises to pack?

Booze is our backbone.

But sooner or later,
this mishegoss

will go the way
of the ostrich feather.

Yiddish, Meyer?

I can't think
of a more obvious route

to my acquiescence
than shared commonality.

How about
a good idea?

A.R., you're the one who always
said to look where no one else is.

That's what
this deal is.

50 pounds of heroin
for 100 grand.

You know what
a "shot to nothing" is?

It's used in snooker.

It's a shot in which a player
attempts a difficult pot,

but with safety
in mind,

regardless of his
actually potting anything.

Sounds like nothing
for nothing to me.

On the surface, yes.

But by design, in the
event of his missing,

he leaves his opponent
in a position

of being unable
to strike back.

We're on the verge
of a war, Charlie.

You heard it
yourself.

Nucky Thompson's about
to move on Joe Masseria.

And until such time
as one of them is dead,

it would be unwise
to venture into any new deals.

What if the deal
won't wait?

A deal
will always wait.

And a fool
will always rush in.

I like
the concept, boys,

but the timing leaves
much to be desired.

( piano music playing )

Hmm, good book.

I enjoyed it myself.

What do you want,
Means?

You're in possession
of certain funds...

10,000 in cash
if memory serves...

that you acquired from a previously
unincarcerated George Remus.

So?

Well, I have it
on unimpeachable authority

that those bills
are marked.

- What do you mean?
- Traceable, Jess.

The Treasury Department
and its agents.

If they trace those bills back to you,

then you can bet the
last one your next job

will be making itty-bitty
rocks out of great big ones.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I knew it.
I knew it.

- I told Harry.
- Jess.

It's over.
It's fucking over.

Jess, have you
spent any of it?

No.
It's still in the envelope.

Good. Then all you have
to do is get rid of it.

- Get rid of it?
- Burn it.

It's the safest best.
As soon as humanly possible.

If I were you, I'd take that
cash out to the yard right now

and consign it to the fires of hell.

Jess.

This is something
you need to do.

What's wrong?

It pains me
to bring you this news.

It's Jess.

- Harry: What the hell is he doing?
- Harry.

Stop him before
someone sees him!

Look, look.
Hey, hey.

And what then, huh?

A panicked man drowns
both himself and his savior.

No. You need to keep
yourself afloat.

The other day, I walk
into the bathroom.

He's talking to himself
in the mirror.

The man is ill,
Harry.

- In the yard, burning money.
- ( distant bells tolling )

When Judgment Day comes,
and it most assuredly will,

he'll be in a hospital
eating Jell-O.

But you...

you'll be doing
hard time.

Our neighbors' dog...
meanest thing on four legs.

Nobody could
get near him.

But he sees Jess,
and the tail starts wagging.

I had a dog just like that as a boy.

Damn near broke my heart
when we had to put him down.

I wouldn't even know who to talk
to about a thing like that.

$40,000,
and I promise you

he won't
feel a thing.

I'd prefer if you
waited by the car.

I'm supposed to go
with you no matter what.

That might prove
embarrassing for both of us.

I'll keep 10 paces behind you
and wait in the hallway.

That's the best
I can do.

Very accommodating.

Sister Agnes: I can imagine what
you're thinking,

but I assure you
I'm only the messenger.

The bishop himself
has determined

that this... experiment
has run its course

and would prefer that
the hospital's resources

be applied to other areas,
effective immediately.

What about the women
who've been coming?

They will have to seek
their information elsewhere.

You needn't bother
with the chairs.

The cleaning staff
will move them out.

I suppose I should
say that I...

I found a great deal
of what went on in here

very educational.

I feel like a German spy.

- Are those the dia...
- Shh, shh.

There's one for you
and one for Mrs. Shearer.

You can get it
to her yourself.

You're pale.
Are you feeling all right?

Nothing I haven't
been through before.

Um...

this doesn't have
to happen in a hospital.

A storefront,
an upstairs office...

we could say anything
we wanted to there,

anything they needed
to know.

That would get you
into trouble here.

Well, maybe this
isn't where I belong.

Your fiancée wouldn't be
very happy about that.

I don't know.

She's, uh,
a bit like you,

telling me to put my money
where my mouth is.

Think about
what I proposed.

I hate being told
what I can't do.

And the two of us...

I'd say we work
pretty well together.

We did, didn't we?

So tell me about
this dirty wop Rosetti.

What I'm hoping
is that

you'll be able
to tell me about him.

I've never
met the man.

I know that.

What I want is for you
to go to Tabor Heights,

cut a deal.

Well, that should take
all of 30 seconds.

It'd be worth
its weight in cow shit.

I sense you've dealt with
Italians before, Mr. McCoy.

And only will again because
it's you who's asking.

Agree to anything.

What I need
is information...

the number
of men, boats,

where they get
their suits pressed,

how they take
their coffee.

What's the difference between
a catfish and an Italian?

What?

One's a filthy,
scum-sucking bottom-feeder

and the other
is a fish.

I'll get up there
tout suite.

Thanks
for the drink.

( music playing, chatter )

( doorbell jingles )

You come back
now, yeah?

Yes.

Good afternoon.

At lunchtime I surprise
my customers with aquavit.

Very happy to drink.

I'm glad
to hear that.

- What is?
- For you.

- Ah.
- It's from my wife's oven.

I believe
you call it lefse.

Lefse, aquavit...
like I am back home.

I am sorry.

- Beg pardon?
- Call a taxi, mister?

- I did not. - We got a car out
front waiting for you anyway.

They did not
give me a choice.

Am I under arrest?

It's nice he has
his grandma,

but everyone
needs a dad,

especially
a little boy.

You're right.

It's good
he has you.

( door opens )

No place else
to go?

Dad, I invited
Richard over.

You sniffing
around here like a dog?

I'll go get you
some coffee.

I don't want
any fuckin' coffee!

You know why he's here,
don't you? Huh?

You strutting around like
some mongrel bitch in heat.

Richard.

- Dad, stop.
- Shut up!

I'm still
your father.

And I won't have you spreading
your legs for some sideshow freak.

Julia:
No!

Stop it!

Stop!

Would you pay a dime
to see this?

- Get off me!
- Richard.

- Apologize.
- Fuck you!

Richard, please.

Apologize.

( choking )
I'm sorry.

To her.

( gasps )

( coughing )

( clock chiming )

( bell tolling )

Lucky: The money's just
to get us started.

Meyer and me, we'll take care
of everything after that.

All you gotta do
is sit back and collect.

-

It's what I say.

- Bom bom bom.
- ( chuckles )

That's bullshit.

And now you're
being rude.

English, so my partner understands.

You want English?

Fine.

If this such a good deal,
why you come to me, huh?

Why you don't go
to your socio in affari...

the other Jew,
Rothstein?

Mr. Rothstein
has reservations

about entering
the heroin trade,

more than likely because
his business is suffering.

I got
reservations, too...

like I no trust you.

This is a big step
for all of us.

We're confident that
time and familiarity

will change
all that.

I no be so sure.

Mr. Rothstein's
hesitancy

coupled with
our narrow time frame

make it necessary for us to
expand our search for a partner.

Naturally,
we thought of you.

Naturally.

100,000.

What else do I get
besides a profit?

Nucky Thompson.

He's thinking about
making a move.

Make a move
on me?

How you
know this?

Do we have
a deal or no?

Without friends who can
provide you with information,

how long do you think
your luck will hold out?

Fine.

We have deal.

You tell me, then,

what information you got
about Nucky Thompson.

( "Westminster Quarters"
playing )

Gyp:
We meet here tonight.

Bill:
1,200 cases?

That's bigger
than Nucky's order.

Everything of mine
is bigger than Nucky's.

It's a lot of trips
back and forth to Rum Row.

- You got an army?
- With 17 boats?

More like a navy.

You'll have no problems.

Unless you run into
one of them rogue waves.

How's that?

My cousin Franco
grew up on boats.

The last captain lost
part of our shipment.

Franco said because
of rogue waves.

Well, yeah.
At least that's what it sounded like.

A shitty sailor,
this guy.

More than likely
half in the bag.

I don't think so.

Oh, you don't?

Your boy's right.

When the winds shift
like the other night,

the sea can pretty much
have its way with you,

especially if you're busy
stirring up the fuckin' stars.

The fuck do I know?

My father laid bricks
for a living.

Not to worry,
Mr. Rosetti.

The ocean and I have
an understanding.

You'll get your booze
on time and intact.

( clock ticking,
music playing )

Jess: Sorry about
this morning, Harry.

- It won't happen again.
- ( liquid pouring )

We all go a little
haywire at times.

You don't.

Not even
when we were kids.

You knew what to do,
when to do it.

That twister back home...
remember that?

- In '85?
- It was a dark hour, wasn't it?

In the cellar
with my folks,

the world being
torn to pieces.

Poor Mary Shackelford.

They never
even found her.

But what did we all do
the very next morning?

We... we...

We stepped into
the light of day,

picked up the pieces,
moved on.

That's right.

I'm thinking maybe
it's time to retire.

Leave Washington?

We're not getting
any younger, Jess.

Fly-fishing,
porch-sitting,

lazy days,
busy doing nothing.

How does that
sound?

I... I don't know
what to say.

This... my heart
was never in it.

And as long
as we're being honest,

for a while now
neither was mine.

Now, you finish
that chicken,

get some sleep.

It's amazing
how much better

a good night's rest
will make you feel.

Margaret: ♪ Still I feel the thrill
of your charms ♪

♪ Lips that once
were mine ♪

♪ Tender eyes
that shine ♪

♪ They will light
my way tonight ♪

♪ I'll see you
in my dreams. ♪

Sleep tight,
my darling.

Sing it again, Mama.

And torture
the poor mice?

Mom?

How long do we have
to stay here?

Not for much longer.

Soon we'll all
leave and...

see what
adventures await.

Emily misses our room
and there's no kitchen here.

As soon as they're
done with the repairs

back home.

Everything will be
swell then.

Now get to sleep.

Good night, dear.

I'll be in later.

( waves crashing )

Was there
anyone waiting?

At home, I mean,
after the war?

Jenny Hastings.

We rode horses
together.

She'd write,

knit me a scarf.

Married my cousin
when I was in France.

I was 20.

He was 32.

A widower
with three children.

We talked of marriage.

And then my brother
Freddy was killed,

and my dad...

Well, Douglas...

that was his name...

he married the daughter

of the man who ran
the telegraph office.

Had three more
children.

I wish
I could kiss you.

( music playing )

( knocking at door )

- Owen?
- Chalky.

In the foyer.

- ( door closes )
- Know who I am tonight?

What's that
supposed to mean?

Had some trouble
last time.

What do you want,
Chalky?

Got cash behind me.

I'm gonna
cut you proper.

Connections in the circuit...
New York, Chicago,

St. Louis, Kansas City.

I bring the acts in.
I guarantee it.

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

A club... on the boardwalk
where Babette's used to was.

A Negro club?

Black on stage,
white in the house.

They doing it
in Harlem.

Packing 'em in
till the small hours.

- This isn't Harlem.
- Ain't Japan neither.

But there a big hole out
there, money to be made.

I know it
in my bones, Nucky.

And I is set
to do it right.

Ain't gonna be no juke joint
with barrelhouse coming out.

This here
gonna be elegant.

Tuxedos
and "chandelabras."

Chandeliers.

I ain't got to spell 'em,
just pay for 'em.

Nobody want to see
that wreck out there

and nobody wanna be
reminded what happened.

This an opportunity,
a chance for this town...

There's
a dividing line.

There's a line
and you know that.

That line can move.

Chalky, I have other things
on my mind right now.

All you gotta do
is say yes.

I'll take care
of the rest.

I just told you
how it is.

Why is that hard
to understand?

You ain't the only one
be thinking.

- ( sighs )
- ( door opens, closes )

( piano music playing )

See, I can understand a
fella gets lost once.

Things on his mind,
gets off the wrong L stop.

That can happen.

But twice?

- As I said, sir...
- You're one of O'Banion's.

I barely know the man.

That's why youse packing iron
at the yard last week?

Those were unusual
circumstances.

And so are these.

He's sending you selling whiskey
where you don't belong.

He... he doesn't
know, sir.

How's that?

Mr. O'Banion,

he's unaware
of my activities.

( laughs )

So what's he like...
O'Banion?

Good to work for?

He has
his peccadillos.

What's your name again?

George.

What am I gonna do
with you, George?

I got
a few ideas.

"There was a man
in the land of Uz

whose name was Job;

and that man was perfect
and upright."

- What? - "And one that feared
God and eschewed evil."

What the hell
are you on about?

Please, sir, I am
providing for a family.

I failed to eschew evil,
but I'm trying.

You tried five blocks
deep into my territory.

- Uh...
- Man: Shh.

Al: Right now you're
gonna pay me back.

- Yes, sir.
- Huh?

Yes, sir.

( music resumes )

Tell me everything you know
about O'Banion's operation.

Jess!
( laughs )

You're awake at an
unsettled hour.

What are you
doing here?

Uh, the attorney general

was detained
by the burdens of state.

Nonetheless,
he expressed concern

- regarding your well-being and...
- You're holding a gun.

( laughing )
Oh, yes.

Yes, indeed, I am.

Uh, I routinely
carry a firearm

in the course
of my manifold duties.

"But why... why is it
unsheathed," you may well ask,

"in the confines of the
Park Wardman Hotel?"

- Well, now... now...
- How much is Harry paying you?

- On a weekly basis?
- To murder me.

( laughing )
Oh, now, Jess,

these are the fever dreams
of a restless imagination.

He called you in,
he looked you in the eye...

and he said,
"I want you to..."

( sobbing )
Oh, my God.

Would you like me
to put the weapon away?

I'll just, uh...

and then raise
my hands, I guess.

Have you ever
killed anyone?

Well, now, Jess,
I'll share a confidence.

I never actually have
brought down the curtain.

That is a hanging offense,
after all.

I'll show you
how easy it is.

We want
to be private.

And nobody
comes in.

( speaking Italian )

- Sure.
- ( speaking Italian )

( water dripping )

Yeah, let me get two.

( door opens )

( soft music playing )

( seagulls screeching )

You're sitting
in the dark.

Leave it, please.

This craziness should all
be over in a few days.

You don't
believe me.

I didn't
say anything.

I can't say
I blame you,

the way I bollixed
everything.

Is that
the right word?

Is it bollixed?

You said it
correctly

and quite appropriately
as well.

I guess between
you and Owen,

the old country
is starting to rub off.

I will make this
up to you.

I promise.

It's a new start
from here on out.

It is.

You should get
some rest.

Gyp: Every bottle
accounted for tonight.

That's 1,200 cases,
24 bottles per.

That's 28,800
bottles.

See?
That's math.

That's useful.

That's what my father used
on account he laid bricks.

Built churches,
bridges.

Came home at night,
he smelled like sweat,

not fish.

Broke his back,
dead at 50.

Layin' around in a fuckin'
boat, he would have seen 100.

But not him.

Not fuckin' him.

Not like your father.

- Right, Franco?
- Please, Mr. Rosetti.

I'm a f...
I'm a fuckin' idiot.

I'm sorry.
Please.

Tonino!

For the love
of Christ!

Gyp, Gyp, he's my
mother's brother's kid.

He didn't mean
no disrespect.

He's just a fuckin'
know-it-all.

Break his legs,
anything.

Not this.

Please.

I'm begging you.

Gyp, he's my blood.

Fuckin' family,
right?

Yeah, you know
how it is.

Hey, you're
a lucky fella, Franco.

( crying )

Give me that.

Because I respect you.

Ah!

( bangs )

Fuck!

( blows landing,
Gyp shouting )

( panting )

Whoo!

You owe me.

( footsteps approach )

Eddie:
Nucky.

Nucky.

What the fuck
do you want?

There is
a delivery.

- What time is it?
- Almost 4:00 a.m.

What's going on?

- Nucky: Go back to bed.
- What's this?

Get back in your room.
Close it up.

Close it!
Close it!

- Nucky: Margaret, don't...
- ( sobbing ) No!

Stop it, stop it.

Stop. Stop.

Margaret, stop, stop.

( sobbing continues )

( seagulls screeching )

- ( knocking )
- Nucky: Margaret?

Margaret?

Margaret,
open the door.

( knocking )

Margaret?

( knocking )
Margaret?

( sobbing )

Margaret's voice:
What's St. Louis like?

Owen's voice:
I haven't a clue.

But Emmet's a mate
from years back.

He'll set us
on our feet.

And if it doesn't
suit us, we'll...

We'll live
among the Indians.

Aye. Or give it
a go at least.

And Katy?

I'll leave
one morning,

tell her something
that sounds convincing,

and she'll never
see me again.

Are you lying
to me now?

Why are you
asking that?

Because
I need to know.

You don't
trust me?

Tell me you're
different from him.

Those would
just be words.

Then what do I have
to go on?

I'm pregnant.

It's yours.

You can do
as you choose.

Plans or no,
I won't hold you to them.

But say
what you want,

as long
as it's the truth.

The truth?

Well, I'd like it
to be a boy.

( door opens )

Nucky's looking
for you.

Mrs. Thompson.

Mr. Sleater.

( music playing )

( door closes )

♪ Lonely days
are long ♪

♪ Twilight
sings a song ♪

♪ Of the happiness
that used to be ♪

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♪ Soon I'll find
repose ♪

♪ And in dreams
you're always near to me ♪

♪ I'll see you
in my dreams ♪

♪ Hold you
in my dreams ♪

♪ Someone took you ♪

♪ Out of my arms ♪

♪ Still I feel ♪

♪ The thrill
of your charms ♪

♪ Lips that once
were mine ♪

♪ Tender eyes that shine ♪

♪ They will light ♪

♪ My way tonight ♪

♪ I'll see you
in my dreams. ♪