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Mrs. Schroeder,
what exactly is the nature

of your relationship
to Nucky Thompson?

I had a ribbon.

You've been following me
around for days.

- What do you want?
- I think you already know what I want.

Yesterday morning
a truckload of beer barrels

was loaded into a garage
behind my home.

Eddie, get the sheriff
on the phone.

7,000 clams, Mickey.

- Where's our fuckin' money?
- Nucky Thompson.

One of his ward bosses
makes a nice fat collection

every Friday.

I've got hotels that no one can get to.
We need paved highways.

- The people of Jersey City need highways
just as much... - Jersey City my balls!

Let's not let party politics

affect what's best
for the people.

Torrio don't like headaches.

- Ahh!
- ( Gunshot )

( Woman screams )

I think he's already got one.

I know you took a shine to her,

but she's got till Friday.

( Gunshot )

( Screaming, crying )

- Did Mr. Thompson not speak with you today?
- About what?

You said I should come to you
if I had information.

Nobody move!
This is a raid.

♪ Your country's
greatest foe. ♪

- Mr. Thompson?
- I've no time for games, Margaret.

Margaret?

( Theme music playing )

Sync by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

- Man: Let's take it to the lighthouse.
- Woman: Absolutely.

- Show the way!
- Come on.

- It's the liquidators.
- Really?

Yeah yeah yeah.

Say, fat chops,
you got the time

or did you eat
your pocket watch?

- Bug off, you little shit.
- Fuck you.

Son of a bitch!

C'mere, you little
Guinea bastard.

Come back here.

I'm not gonna take that shit.
Get over here.

( Barker calling,
music playing )

( Groaning )

( Lucy moans )

Was that nice, daddy?

Mmmm.

Who makes you feel good?

You do, kid.

Me and nobody else?

'Cause I see how
the other girls look at you.

Mmm.

But I'm your little tiger cub.

Hmmm?

You just make me want

to run around the jungle.

And...

Pounce!

- Rahr!
- Ow, Jesus!

What the hell's wrong with you?

I'm your little tiger.

Then I should use
a goddamn whip.

Don't be mad, daddy.

I can't help it.
You just make me wild.

I'm fucking bleeding.

- Can I put some gauze on it?
- Forget it.

Just... don't get
so carried away.

Huh?

( Door closes )

( Distant typing )

Mrs. Schroeder.

I was wondering if we might speak
about a private matter.

( Phone ringing )

Yes, of course...

A man has made me an offer.

Of what nature?
Financial?

Domestic?
Sexual?

Yes.

Who is he?

He runs things.

He'll provide for me

- and my children.
- Will he marry you?

I wouldn't think so.

There are various words
for that sort of woman,

none of them are flattering.

He'll provide, ma'am.

Do you know why I live
in Atlantic City?

No.

Mr. McGarry owned
a quarter interest

in an oilfield
in Titusville, Pennsylvania.

A man from the standard
oil company made him

a large cash offer
for his share.

And so Mr. McGarry

built a 16-room mansion
on the shore.

Six months later he was
dead of influenza.

I now live in a smaller house
on Raleigh Avenue.

It suits my needs
and I have the freedom

to devote myself to matters
I consider important.

The movement.

Temperance was meant
to protect women, Margaret.

But the ballot box
will free us.

Only one more state

for complete ratification.

I've no mansion to sell, ma'am.

Which is why you must do
as you see fit.

You owe no one else
an explanation.

This contains

useful knowledge.

I highly recommend
that you read it.

( Couple moaning )

Luciano grunts )

Give me one of those.

Here.

How about you call in
sick tonight?

Don't you ever get tired?

Not with you, I don't.

Like you do
with the other girls.

Well...

- Not tired exactly.
- No?

What is it then?

It's nothin'.

It don't work.

That horse cock?
Please.

( Chuckles )
I'm serious.

You're the first broad in years who
put any lead in my pencil at all.

- You don't have to flatter me, dear.
- I ain't... honest injun.

Couple years ago I had
an affliction down there.

It got better, but then...

I dunno.

It just didn't work no more.

Then you met me.

And then I met you.

( Phone ringing )

Yeah?

What kind of way is that
to answer a telephone?

- A.R.
- So?

I gather you haven't
made it up to Saratoga.

Yeah no, not yet.

How'd you know where I was?

I have a crystal ball, Charlie.
You know that.

I see...

You're not wearing
your trousers.

( Laughs )
Uh...

So what gives?

I've been waiting
for a report on Mr. Darmody.

Right.
Yeah well, um,

I can't really
speak to that now.

I wouldn't think so, considering
the company you've been keeping.

Hey, can I call you back?

- I'm with his wife right now.
- No, you're not, Charlie.

You're with his mother.

( Line clicks )

Heh.

Nucky:
A kid and a skinny fella

in broad daylight
on the boards.

I'm still thunderstruck.
In this day and age.

They're not from your ward,
you're sure about that?

No, I know every tick
on the hind of every dog.

Maybe over to Boyd's turf.
They had a dago look.

And what look is that?

Feebleminded.

I'll get the boys
cracking, Nuck.

If there's a nickel
of your money in a nun's cooze

- we'll shake it loose.
- Why don't we let Eli handle it?

And put a steak on that.

( Door opens, closes )

On the boardwalk, Eli,

100 yards from my suite.

And laying in wait too.
Obviously.

That was his last stop.

Nobody from A.C.would be dumb enough
to pull a stunt like this.

These fuckin'
Italians though...

They don't respect the rules.

Luciano... Is he still hanging around?

- Who?
- Rothstein's torpedo,

the greaseball. I'll give you three to one.

He's either behind this
or knows who is.

So is he?

- Is he what?
- Hanging around!

He comes and goes.
I got other fish to fry besides him.

Well, fry them already!
I don't want this happening ever again...

- ( Soft knock )
- ...Where some Guinea pissant

gets the idea that he...

- knock, God damn it.
- I did.

- Well, knock like a man.
- I think I should not disturb you.

- Then why are you?
- A Frank Hague,

- the Mayor of Jersey City.
- I know who the fuck he is.

He wishes to tell you
he has spent

several nights waiting
at the Hotel Shelburne.

He does not wish
to spend many more.

Unless you see him soon...

uh...

Ja. "There are many
roads to Rome,

but there will be only one
through New Jersey."

Set up a dinner or something.

Ja.

And you bring that dago in.

( Tapping, music playing )

Careful.
What if you miss?

The trick is not to,
so I don't.

( Giggling )

Are you fucking crazy?

Over there you never
played five-finger fillet?

We did.
I'm just sayin'.

We were more interested
in winning the war.

Go ahead.

For old times.

Johnny's coming.

Hey Johnny, how you doing?

I got a cracked molar
is how I'm doing.

- Did you see a dentist?
- For what?

Might as well yank it
out yourself, right?

We're sitting down
with Sheridan,

getting outta Greektown.

How come?

I gave you the chance.
I don't need the money,

I don't need the.

It was a... a whattaya?
An oversight, that's all.

You want to put me in a war?

That's why I brung you out
from fucking Brooklyn?

You watch the door.
You drive my car.

And you...

are you smart?

Are you?

Go clean the Buick.

Fucking micks.

No offense.
They crawl up outta the bog,

come in here, my house,
and spill blood

'cause that one don't know
how to do business.

I think it's a mistake, Johnny.

What's with this Johnny shit?

Mr. Torrio.

To get out of Greektown
completely...

We made headway
at that bar... anastos'.

What kinda money did
that joint bring in?

Good. Not great,
but it's a foothold.

I know you don't want a war,

but retreating?

How does that look?

We should talk to them,
Mr. Torrio.

We should come
to an understanding.

What's that supposed to mean?

I wish I'd known you were coming, sir.
I would have prepared something.

It's a surprise
field office review, Nelson.

Lack of notice
is precisely the point.

- Van Alden: Of course.
- I told you this isn't a damn storage room.

Clear out!

The report I mentioned
in my wire, sir.

I had planned to mail it.

Well, you certainly have
plenty of stamps.

You're placing
Enoch Thompson at the head

of a criminal organization
controlling Atlantic county.

I believe I've established
a pervasive pattern

of illegality as it relates to
alcohol with him at the very center.

Where are
the financial records?

The corroborating witnesses?
What do I take to the district attorney?

I'm asking for the resources
to build that case.

I need
numbers, Nelson!

Bottles broken by the thousand,

trucks, boats and stills seized
and put out of commission.

There's also
a capital crime there.

- I don't see it.
- Thompson sent James Darmody

to steal back a shipment of whiskey
he sold to Arnold Rothstein.

Darmody and an unnamed
accomplice executed five men.

Then Thompson pinned the murders
on Hans Schroeder.

What is this obsession
with the Schroeder character?

Sir?

You requisitioned the
immigration file on his wife?

I'm only being thorough, sir.

You're a prohibition agent,
not bulldog drummond.

Bring me numbers.

( Seagulls cawing )

What time is it?

About half 3:00.

3:30.

"3:30."

It's 3:30, bearcat.
Get a wiggle on.

Don't go overboard.

You don't want me
to sound American.

No, I don't think I do.

An Irish maiden,
that's what you'd like.

And what would you like?

I haven't thought about it.

That's a lot of bunk.

What'll my neighbors say?

They're not gonna be
your neighbors anymore.

Do you give
all the widows new flats?

I help out where I can.

And what happened here?

A hunting accident.

Who was hunting whom?

I have to pick up the children

- and get back to work.
- No, you don't.

And then what am I?

Are you sure I can't slice
something, peel something?

You're a guest.
You get up and I'll break your legs.

( Speaking Italian )

Al told me about your friend...

the poor girl down
at the restaurant?

Pearl...
she's a waitress.

Right yeah.

Such a tragedy, my God.

- To get hit by a streetcar.
- You want to talk to that driver,

- make sure he's more careful in the future.
- Mae: Yeah.

How many links, Princeton?

Uh, just one will do.

- I'll give you three.
- He's a grown man, Al.

He knows what he wants.

And he'll take what I give him.

Sonny?

Leave him.
He's in his own world.

Sonny, dinner.

Fucking kid.

Come on, baby.
Time to eat.

You know I may not talk Italian,
but I know what "stupido" means.

Some house I got...
a Guinea for a mother,

a Mick for a wife
and a dumbbell for a son.

- Don't call him that.
- I got a little boy myself at home.

Yeah?
Do you have a likeness?

Not with me. He's a little
guy, dark eyes like his mom.

A real chatterbox.

But he comes when
you callim at least, huh?

Mostly. He's got a mind
of his own though.

You like your eggs, Sonny?

I told you... he's a
dopey little bastard.

- ( Crashes )
- ( Shouting in Italian )

- Oh mama.
- ( Speaking Italian )

Mae: I got it.
I got it, okay?

( Ma muttering in Italian )

( Snaps )

( Snaps )

( Snaps )

Alors, how about

this?

- No.
- ( Sighs )

Perhaps madame could
describe it better to me.

Why does anybody buy underwear?

Some women wish to hide,
others wish to reveal.

Well, I want it in lights.

Something vampy

and sheer

with a cutout right here.

A moment please.

You got some job, sister.

- I've done worse.
- I bet you have.

And voila.

( Speaks French )

Hmmm.

I want to see
what it looks like.

On her.

You don't wear a brassiere?

I've tried them.
They're not comfortable.

You should try again.
You're saggy.

You've had children,
you can tell.

You look like the kitchen help,

a quickie bent over the table.

He doesn't seem to mind.

You don't know
very much, do you?

You'd be surprised.

They raised him
a good catholic boy.

And every once in a while

he starts thinking
he might go to hell,

and that he'd better change
before it's too late.

But all I gotta do is this...

And this...

And then he doesn't feel
so catholic anymore.

When I was girl in Ireland,

a raggedy man would
come round every spring

with a little bantam rooster.

He'd trained it to peck
out "the mountains of mourne"

on a toy piano that
hung off his chest.

So?

Well, the first year he came,

we all of us,
the girls in that place,

we thought it magical.

The second year,
we laughed behind our hands

at the odd man in his tatters.

And the third year,
we didn't even go.

Because "the mountains of mourne" was
all that little rooster could ever do.

So what's the point?

That maybe your cunny isn't
quite the draw you think it is.

I quit.

( Music playing )

Thank you.

Oh, let me help you,
Mr. Kessler.

Oh no, please.

( Children chatting )

Come, children, come.

( Kids chattering )

Emily, Teddy, be careful.
Don't break anything.

They break, it will be fixed.

Uh, the kitchen
has food to start.

The dining, a bathroom,

upstairs there is room for
the boy, a room for the girl

and the master bedroom.

It's very beautiful.

Yes good.
Missus, I go now.

Do I wait
for Mr. Thompson?

Uh, he will call.

Is he nice
you, Mr. Kessler?

Nucky?
Yes, he is nice.

Mr. Thompson
is a very nice man.

Are you trying to sass me,
you greasy cocksucker?

I thought you was
all about manners.

I treat people as gentlemen
until they prove otherwise.

All you've proven is you're
a thieving little prick

who shows up where
he doesn't belong.

Since when do you need
permission to look at the ocean?

To look at my ocean?

Since your boss tried to lift
100 grand out of my pocket.

Mr. Rothstein don't
see it that way.

Mr. Rothstein don't
run this town.

No, he runs New York.
Maybe you heard of it.

You like it around here
though, do you?

I like the view
between that gash's legs.

You're referring
to Gillian Darmody?

Is that her name?

I'll fucking bury this
in your fucking head.

Get the fuck off me!

( Gagging )

Mrs. Darmody is free
to do as she pleases,

not always to her benefit.

But I strongly suggest
you treat her

in every particular
with the utmost regard.

- Charles, right?
- Lucky.

Lucky.

Everything you see here, it's mine.

Buy a drink, place a bet, ride
the fucking Ferris wheel.

- And if you steal...
- I ain't took nothing.

... If you steal, Charles,

from my men,

you steal from me.

So tell the pack of guineas
you came down here with

and tell your boss in New York.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- ( Pounds on door )

Jesus Christ!

What the fuck are you doing?

You said to knock
in a manly fashion.

Well, leave the door
on the hinges.

- What do you want?
- Mrs. Schroeder.

Yes?

Is very happy
with the accommodations.

Good.

You can go.

( Sarcastically ) Thank you
very much, Mr. Thompson,

for showing me
how it's done here.

( Women laughing, chatting )

( Knocks )

It's open.

- Hey, Kit.
- You don't really want to be in here

all by yourself, do you?

I think I do.

She left this in my room.

Thanks.

Hey, come down and sit with us.

I will.

A few minutes.

( Can rattling )

( Knocks )

She's not there.

You're looking for that one,
she's gone.

- You are?
- Edith Mauer.

- Missus.
- Mrs. Mauer,

where is she?

Off drinking champagne,
I wouldn't be surprised.

Why do you say that?

She's out all hours,

expects me to watch
over her brats.

- And she works for French people.
- The Ritz.

Nothing but the best for her.

Pretty high opinion of herself?

Butter wouldn't melt.

And not four months a widow.

He was a lovely man.

- Mr. Schroeder? - He always
brought us the day-old crullers.

- And just now...
- Yeah?

...A blue limousine pulls up and carts
them off... her and her children.

- A rolls?
- How's that?

The limousine
a Rolls-Royce?

It certainly was.

She did something
wrong, didn't she?

Is there anything else
you can tell me?

Yes.

She's a whore.

Mae Murray,
that's who you look like.

- You really think so?
- Sure I do.

"The taming
of kaiser bull."

Maybe I'll take you
to the pictures.

Classy, huh?
I was a kid, there was a sign outside:

"No dogs or Irish.
" Now I can buy this fucking joint.

You're an inspiration
to us all.

Go on, search them.

After the stunt you pulled,
you don't trust me?

No I don't.

They're clean.

Tip her good.
She's a real beauty, this one.

Thanks.

Any time.

- So?
- So what?

- Now we search you fellas.
- It was you who called this meet, not me.

And I'll tell youse right now I
am packing heat. We all are.

No, that wasn't the deal.

You want to hash
this out or not?

- I don't like this, Johnny.
- If I wanted to kill youse,

you wouldn't have made it
through the front door.

All right.

Relax. Everything's
gonna be fine.

Sorry for the ruckus,
but ask anybody who knows me,

Charlie Sheridan ain't a fella
takes a threat lying down.

We were expanding our reach.
It wasn't so much a threat.

Dipping our toes in the water.

And youse got all wet.
At least your whore did.

- She was 18 years old.
- What?

- The girl.
- So youse want to get sentimental?

Anastos, the Greek fella
youse beat on?

You cracked his jaw.
He can't eat regular for another month.

Torrio:
Let's just say the whole thing

was an unfortunate series
of misunderstandings.

Fine.

I'm sorry about the girl.

Your mug... Liam,

it'd be nice
to hear that from him.

Liam works for me.

I told him to pick
a whore and he did,

in order so's I could
make my point.

And you did and it's done.
Over.

Let's talk turkey.

Fine.

In the interest of keeping
good relations,

I'll give youse a three-block
territory starting on Halstead

between Randolph and Monroe.

There's some good joints there, real
busy, so you should make a decent buck.

The rest of the delta...
meaning anything between

- Harrison, polk, blue island and...
- ( Trolley bell ringing )

Ho!
What the fuck?

- Nobody fucking move.
- Easy.

His boot!
The fuck's he got in there?

It's a knife.

I thought you fucking
searched them.

You sneak a blade into a meet,

- what the fuck you trying to pull?
- You fellas got guns.

I forgot I had it on me.
I'm sorry.

Maybe I cut
your throat with it...

Next time you'll remember.

What's this?

It's called a skull crusher.

It's for cracking walnuts.

I'll crack a few with it,
let you know.

Let's have a drink...

let bygones be bygones.
All around.

- I'm gonna visit the head.
- Al: I'll bring the car around.

- Thanks, sweetie. Here's for you.
- Thanks.

- What happened to the blonde?
- She's on coffee break.

Thank you.

( Gurgling )

Oh Christ.
( Groans )

Come on, wrap it up.

- You prick.
- Fuck.

Go, get out of here, go!

( Door closes )

You piece of shit, c'mere.

I think you'd agree that
Greektown belongs to us now.

( Al laughing )

( Music playing )

( Water running )

( Water stops )

What are you
up to in there?

Are you ill?

I was luxuriating.

I like making you happy.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And thank you.

( Phone ringing )

That'll take
some getting used to.

Hello.

Yeah.

God damn it.

Tell him I'm on my way.

( Phone clicks )

- Is something wrong?
- Just business.

You know who Hardeen is?

- Should I?
- He's Houdini's brother.

But he's just as good.

He's opening tonight
at the globe.

I have to turn up.

- Business again, is it?
- Mmm, partly.

I'd like you to come with me...

See the act.

We'll have a light supper
with him after, just us.

With Mr. Hardeen?

His wife maybe too.
At the Marlborough.

These show people, some
of them are a lot of fun.

Houdini's brother.

Does he escape
from things as well?

I'll bet he escapes
from the dinner check.

♪ A good man
is hard to find ♪

♪ you always get
the other kind ♪

♪ just when you think... ♪

Sorry, fellas.
Private party.

Pick a gal though.
Enjoy yourselves.

He's a genius, this kid.

- Fucking strategy.
- They'd come after us eventually.

"Us"?
So you're sticking around?

I could use a dozen like you.

The balls on this Mick.

( Laughter )

- Fucking Ruggiero.
- Who's that?

The puppet...
with the sword.

In Sicily.
Whap!

Mwuah!

I'd just like to say

that Jimmy Darmody's
a stand-up guy.

When he ain't on the floor
pissin' himself, that is.

( Raucous laughter )

A few weeks ago
I'm up in his room,

I squeeze a shot off as a joke.

Next thing he's practically
humping the floor.

Swear to God.

But y'know, he was
over there in France

and I heard
there wasn't one paddy

that could scrub a latrine
whiter than our Jim.

( Laughter continues )

- Here's to him.
- Salud.

Not like you, huh?

Captain Capone?

Hand to hand
with the kaiser himself.

That is how you got your scars,

right, Al?

Unlike some of us, I don't
need to brag about what I did.

The lost battalion.

He got so lost he thought
Brooklyn was in France.

( Laughing )

All week you got me
cooling my heels.

In a deluxe suite at the Shelburne.
You don't like it?

I'm a simple man.
All I need is a bed,

the love of a good woman
and an envelope about so thick.

I made sure you got all three.

That you did, mine host.

So are you gonna fight me on
this road appropriations bill?

I got mouths to feed
up north too.

There's plenty for both of us, so
let's be fair with each other.

You don't have enough friends
in Trenton these days?

I got a man I'm sending
to the white house.

That's a friend worth having.

( Chuckles )
"Ladies and gentlemen,

the green thumb of the garden
state... senator Walter edge."

So he's not
the great emancipator.

But he'll pay off for me.

And if the two of us shake hands on the
road money, he'll pay off for you.

Where are we going after this?

Tonight?

You got something more important?
'Cause I can head home.

- You wanna see Hardeen?
- Who?

Houdini's brother, but he's just as good.
I was gonna take my girl.

What, I'm the third wheel?

I'll get you a date.

Only one?
( Chuckles )

( Knocks )

Jimmy:
Who is it?

( Knocks )

Who's there?

( Cocks )

( Chuckles )

Supposing I was
the fuller brush salesman?

- What's behind your back?
- My hands.

Don't get cute!
What are you holding?

What are you worried
about, tough guy?

Steaks...
Chicago's finest.

They packed them in salt.

When we met first time,
you said you liked 'em.

Do you wanna come in?

Drink?

I get stupid I drink too much,
run off at the mouth.

That stuff you said
in front of the boys...

about me and the war?

It makes me look bad.

That ain't how you
treat a buddy.

Is that what we are?

What did you think we were?

Accomplices.

It's the same thing, right?

Those steaks... have one of the
girls fry them up with eggs.

Not too long.
Or, you know,

come around the house,

whenever,
we'll make them there.

Yeah sure.

Thanks.

Okay then.

He's deaf, you know.

My boy Sonny.

I know.

It fucking kills me to think he's
being punished for the shit I done.

- Take him to a doctor, Al.
- They can't fix it.

It's... it's in the blood.

I play the mandolin.

Sing to him.

( Tearfully )
Put his hand right here.

He feels it.

But he doesn't know what it is.

Just...

Keep at it.

Medicine now,

they're finding
new things every day.

Hey, what's...

Flat beer and that
Sheridan prick got in common?

No head.
( Laughs )

I came up with that myself.

( Strumming )
♪ here's a Japanese sandman ♪

♪ sneaking on with the dew ♪

♪ just an old
second-hand man ♪

♪ he'll buy
your old day from you ♪

♪ he will take
every sorrow... ♪

A lot of noise
from a little box.

Which one are we talking about?

- ( Chuckling )
- Oh, you're a devil at heart, Mr. Hague.

So what's your pleasure, you
republican son of a bitch?

I want the highway.
Two lanes coming south from Newark

and a straight shot
to the Pennsylvania border.

- New York and Philly?
- Can we shake on it?

( Sighs )

You're putting a big bet
on Walter edge.

- Maybe.
- I wouldn't.

Why not?

Because he's a silent partner
in a paving company.

Where?

It doesn't really have
an address, but let's say

it's Jersey City
where your roads aren't.

Why are you telling
me this, Frank?

'Cause guys like edge
will come and go.

But bosses? Like us?

We're here to stay.

♪ Trade him silver
for gold ♪

♪ just an old
second-hand man ♪

♪ trading new days
for old. ♪

"Pussycat, pussycat,
what did you there?'

'I frightened a little mouse
under the chair.'"

they're usually
asleep by 9:00,

so they shouldn't
be any trouble.

No trouble at all.
I love babies.

I sit for most of the other
young ladies too.

I don't usually...

I'm seeing Hardeen tonight.

Oh yes, very nice.

( Phone ringing )

Excuse me.

- Hello?
- Missus.

- Mr. Kessler.
- ( Knocking )

Did I not have the time right?

- The time?
- Of the show.

- Mr. Thompson said you'd pick me up.
- ( Door opens )

Missus, Nucky wishes to say
he is busy tonight.

- ( Chatting at door )
- I'm sorry?

Tonight he has business.

- He said to tell you.
- Oh.

Very well.

- He will call.
- ( Line clicks )

Ma'am?

I'm Annabelle,
your neighbor across the way?

Oh, Margaret Schroeder.

- Are they yours?
- Yes.

- Emily and Theodore.
- Hello, sweethearts.

- Hello.
- Aren't you gorgeous?

Mrs. Charlton told me
she was looking after them.

I was wondering if I could
throw mine in as well.

This is Ruby.

Go on, sugarplum,

meet new friends.

Emily:
Doll is pretty.

Would you mind?
Us girls all help each other out here.

( Kids chatting )

- Which girls?
- You know...

the concubines.

My fella just called.
He's all hot and bothered.

I didn't have time
to make arrangements.

I promise I'll do
the same for you.

Is this the three bedroom?

Uh, yes it is.

Well.

Your fella's
certainly sweet on you.

( Clock ticking )

( Knuckles cracks )

( Sighs )

( Laughing, music playing )

( Hague grunting )

- Hague: Oh God.
- There you go.

- ( Hague laughs )
- I like that.

What's going on behind
those baby blues, hmm?

I try to be good.
I really do.

( Chuckles )

It's too late to be
good tonight, Dolly.

( Chatting,
laughing continue )

( Music continues )

( Clock ticking )

( Inhales )

Ahh.

Ahhmm.

( Groans )

Ahhh.

( Groaning throughout )

Sync by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

( groans )

♪ Hear the Japanese sandman ♪

♪ sneaking on
with the dew ♪

♪ just an old
second-hand man ♪

♪ he'll buy your
old days from you ♪

♪ he will take every sorrow ♪

♪ of the day
that is through ♪