All language subtitles for Boardwalk.Empire.S04E01

Hey.

Buddy. Hey.

That on or off?

The radio.

It's on.

Try another station, why don't you?

Only one we get.

Comes in from Fort Wayne.

"Comes in from Fort Wayne."

A lot of traffic.

Steel mills up in Gary.

Why we stay open late.

Ask if we're far.

How far are we from Columbus?

Columbus, Ohio?
'Cause there's one in Indiana.

That's not the one we want.

You're about five hours.

What's worth seeing around here?

In Warsaw?

We've got the second longest
contiguous brick wall in the world.

No kidding?

A man from the university in Vincennes
drove up and measured it.

Maybe we should stay over, huh?

Let's just go.

My friend's got no appreciation.

You keep the change now.

A sawbuck on a $2 tab?

We made some easy money.
What's the problem?

I thought we were laying low.

Well?

Jiggle the plugs or something.

What?

Slow your roll.

These kids, I found 'em in a juke in Louisville.

Bringing 'em along.

Akron, Youngstown, Pittsburgh.

Three weeks at the Stanley.

They rough.

They're smart boys. Pick up fast.

Little patter,

top hats and tails.

A year from now, you come to New York,

you won't find an empty seat
and what you're gonna say?

What I gonna say, Dickie?

"Why didn't I? Oh, why didn't I?"

- You selling this hard, huh?
- Check that mule's teeth first.

I never sell anything.
I don't have to because I represent the best.

Don't I, honey?

- Nothing but.
- Mmm.

Would you freshen me up?

You don't mind, do you, Dickie?

You're thirsty, you're thirsty.

What was in here again?

Weren't you paying attention?

New York Sour.

Mix you up the Jersey version.

That's all the time you got for me?

- Appointment in Newark.
- Do we have to, Dickie?

I'm tired of traipsing.

A nice hotel...

Mr. White makes me happy, I make you happy.

Two weeks at a grand per,
then we talk about what comes after.

You carpetbagging me.

I'm treating you square.

I always do.

I want Fletcher Henderson up there.

Who doesn't?
But Smack's in New York.

You boys break a sweat yet?

No, sir. We're barely kicking it.

Eldon, shake your lazy rump.

Grover, let's wind that clock.

Shoot some liquor to me, Eldie boy.

Whoo!

Whoo!

You can turn a light on.

All have arrived.

It's easy enough to do.

Then I will do it.

Where is he sitting?

Where you wanted him.

Thank you.

Everybody knows each other?

Mr. Masseria and I have not actually met.

You should shake it.

- Does he speak English?
- He's not in the mood.

I just want this to be clear.

He'll understand what you say.

We'd like to settle things.

We think you do, too.

What makes you think that?

Why else would you show up?

To see what
the Thompson brothers are contemplating.

I have my territory.

South to Cape May,
north to Asbury Park, west to Trenton.

I have the casinos, the numbers, and the wire.

I'm not looking for anything else.

Haven't we had this conversation?

I didn't ask for trouble.

What was brought to my doorstep,

I returned.

I'd expect all of you to do exactly the same.

You tried to put me in federal court.

- You were greedy.
- And you were desperate.

Fifteen of his men killed
on the road out of town.

- With the deal already struck.
- You landed on your feet.

- You wish to pretend you never gained...
- What's wrong with that?

- There was no arrangement.
- A.R. gave a guarantee.

Oh!

Now why I should
trust any word come out of your mouth?

Huh?

That's a reasonable question.

Let him see it.

What do you want?

To see a Broadway show,

have the chop at Keens,

do a little window-shopping,

and not be looking
over my shoulder every second I'm at it.

And in return?

Maybe you enjoy the beach here.

Not especially.

I want peace, Arnold. That's all.

Where you shop and where you eat
is no concern of ours.

This ends that.

How are you, Charlie?

I'm well, A.R.

Thanks for asking.

He's a good boy.

Meyer keeps me informed.

OK Kid. Now we go home.

"All of man's troubles come from his inability
to sit quietly in a room by himself."

You should try it.

Is that what you do in here?

I talked to Lolly. He's expecting you.

No limit at the table.

That's thoughtful.

Call it a thank-you.

I ran the odds on the way down.

On what?

Whether you'd attempt to kill me.

What did you come up with?

Fourteen to one against.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Five and six and seven and eight.

All right.

I held Tommy in my arms
when he was no bigger than a loaf of bread.

I never wanted to let him go.

I never wanted him hurt in any way.

I'm selling my home.

The only possession I have.

And with the proceeds, I intend to live quietly

within my means

and give Tommy the upbringing he deserves

in comfort and safety.

Julia.

And Mr. Sagorsky...

Paul,

I thank you.

You've done so much.

I'll never forget it.

But my grandson belongs with me.

It's time he came home.

She was running a cathouse.

Raising that child in a cathouse.

Stay away from all that.

Mrs. Darmody provided respectable lodging...

And what went on in there was...

As the only surviving blood relation...

You can't just take things
that don't belong to you.

Your Honor, my clients are understandably...

He wouldn't even speak for the first...

What exactly occurred in your residence
eight months ago, Mrs. Darmody?

And under what precise circumstances
was the child brought to your home?

Is there anyone here
willing to disclose anything

approximating the truth in this matter?

Hold her steady.

- Don't stomp on it.
- I'm not.

It's not a cockroach. Just easy.

Easy.

Okay, pull right in here.

Good. Yeah.

Who's he?

Guy who works for us.

I've got to go over something with him.

So he runs the place?

- What?
- I smell smoke.

That's you. That's how you smell.

Your mother was very clear on this.

A friend of mine borrowed my coat.
He smokes.

- What's his name?
- Henry.

And he borrows coats?

What, is he an orphan?

No, no. You stay.

Couple of minutes. And, uh, button up.

It's how you wear it at school.

Well, you're not at school
and you're not coming home with a cold, so...

I got it.

Where'd this giant come from?

Stan.

Why are we seeing each other?

Afternoon, Eli.

- You know Agent Knox.
- Yeah.

No, do I?

He's here a month already.

He didn't make an impression.
What do you want from me?

Introduce yourself again.

- Warren Knox, sir.
- There he is.

You see him, I don't want you getting scared.

Mick, we squaring up or not?

I'm involved in this now, Elmer.

Look, I don't need
all these people around, hmm?

Why don't you two go over there
and get acquainted?

You mean me?

Yes, sir. Pardon.

I guess my time's not worth anything.

You had the problem in Brigantine.

I took care of that.

Which was above and beyond.

I told him you had to sign off.

I want us to go on helping each other.

There's a limit, Stan.

- You get me?
- Mmm-hmm.

I can say the same to you.

You know, I sure could use
some law enforcement.

- For what?
- Piney bastards keep robbing my garage.

We don't handle auto theft.

I got 1,000 gallons of whiskey in there.

What would you want us to do?

Don't you catch bootleggers?

Not for other bootleggers.

Well, I got a surprise for the next fox
in the henhouse, tell you that much.

What surprise?

Back door, pulley,

shotgun.

- A booby trap?
- I didn't say it.

- Look, Mr...
- Borst.

- Mr. Borst, those kinds of methods...
- Agent Knox.

Sir.

Our inspection is concluded.

Ladies, welcome to
the Cicero Quilting Society.

Would you be so kind as to come this way?

Now! Let's go. Hoof it. Come on.

- Give you a hand, darling?
- Some manners, huh?

Couldn't even get my makeup.

We'll send somebody back, all right?

I got myself a brand-new totsy

I'm her hotsy, she's my totsy

Everything is hotsy-totsy now

I say, all I did was pop the question...

- Quit shoving.
- They're pushing from behind.

I left a handbag.

Tell my brother. He'll fetch that, too.

- Come on, giddyup.
- Oh!

Yes, sir, we certainly do. Coming right up.

Same old boobs and boozehounds.

We got shipped over
from the Deuces for this?

Hey, the ceilings the same.
That's all you'll be looking at.

Here you go, gentlemen.
Plenty to choose from. Dive right in.

Alphonse.

Whatever it is, Ralphie, we blame it on you.

See the paper today?

Woodrow Wilson croaked.

Who even knew he was still around?

He means the local skinny, Al.

The idea was we don't have these problems.

That reporter, he's a Bolshie type.

No one cares what he writes.

I might. I might care.

- What'd he write?
- Ralphie, go outside, huh?

Keep an eye on things.

Let them run who they want. It don't matter.

We got Jumping Joe Klenha here.

- All sewed up, right?
- Tight as a drum, gents.

Could always throw him
down the stairs again.

Oh, no, no.
That was just, uh, high spirits.

I've never hugged a mayor before.

- Talks about you, John.
- I know that, Ralph. I read it.

"Chicago crime boss Johnny Torrio
has expanded his reach

"to include bootlegging, gambling,
and prostitution

"with the cheerful assistance
of our Cicero boosters."

Now who could that be?

"Torrio could
be found rusticating at our Hawthorne Inn,

"exerting control
through the rough justice of his fact...

- "Fac..."
- Factotum.

- Fat whosis?
- "Factotum Alphonse..."

Frank, look.

- What?
- Nothing, it's just, uh...

"Alphonse Caponi."

Sounds like a real no-account.

He gets my fucking name wrong?

A Few Moments with Eddie Cantor.

I tell some jokes, a couple of songs.

- Which ones?
- The Dumber They Come...

Absolutely sidesplitting.

There's a doctor standing by
with catgut at every showing.

To sew people up from laughing?

It's quite amazing.

You hear everything just like
he was right in front of you.

He is right in front of me.

But this is a movie.

Somehow that makes it seem more real.

If that makes any sense.

It does when you say it.

- We've got a rehearsal, pumpkin.
- Not till 4:00.

You know
what the Scouts say, "Be prepared."

So does my gynecologist.

But truthfully, kiddo...

I'll see that she gets
to the church on time, Eddie.

Take a cab. It's safer.

You own this?

Mr. White does. I just like the atmosphere.

You know Owney Madden?

I've heard of him.

He runs the Cotton Club.

You go up to Harlem?

When someone takes me.

I expect that happens pretty often.

He didn't want me to meet you.

- Owney Madden?
- Mr. Cantor.

He said you're dangerous.

Is it true?

If you think so, you'd better hightail it.

Will something bad happen if I stay?

Heads up, ladies. Heads up.

This is where I spend most of my time.

A retreat' you might call it.

Not the biggest room in the house,
but the one I like best.

Looks out over the lawn.

And, of course, en suite facilities.

One of 12, including a Roman bath.

Lot of upkeep.

It was built during the Great Age.

It's waiting for a man.

The right man to bring it back to life.

Cotillions with full orchestras.

- Ermine muffs on winter nights.
- Hmm.

You're quite the scene painter.

I'm just describing the possibilities.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, something to think about.

And that's what I'm going to let you do.

For a minute.

Well?

What's the verdict?

I guess I, uh, have to ask how much?

It's not really the amount, is it?

It's what you get for it.

But it's still a number.

Thirty.

If you want me
to put it in my mouth, it's another 10.

Mr. Werner?

Sir?

Yes, Florence?

- Will you need anything else?
- No.

You have a good evening.

I put the present on your desk.

Right in front of me. Thank you.

You just need to sign the card.

Well, good night, then.

Pretty sure these are roller skates.

You have children?

No?

I'm a...

A middleman.

That's all.

I take orders from Milwaukee.

I don't ask questions.

I call a number' they do the rest.

If someone gets hurt, that's not my...

You're doing this for money.

$5,000 in that safe.

Take it.

Walk away. I'll never say a word.

Ru just...

You don't know me.

You don't know anything about me.

I know you're gonna die.

Can I at least...

This is who you want.

His name, his address.

He runs things.

Why?

Fight, Temple, fight on

Fight with all your might

Fight for the Cherry and While

Keep our colors high

Roll the bah and hit the line

All the Temple stars will shine

Skill and courage win the game

Fight on, Temple, fight...

Then you go beat people up?

Uncle Nucky?

They sing it at football games.

How often do you go to those?

Once in a while with the fellas.

Instead of studying?

Didn't he get an A in accounting?

It's geography of commerce.

Answer the question.

Who are these other fellas?

There's, uh, Flitch and Dobby.

Tip. Henry.

Everyone calls him Bucket.

These are boys or ponies?

They're all a lot of fun.

- Are they smokers?
- I don't know.

You spend so much time with them.

- None of us smoke.
- I don't want you picking that up.

Me? He's like a chimney.

Hey, this is your mother.

Maybe you forgot that now you're so popular.

I haven't forgotten.

Then what do you say?

- Ma.
- Yes?

I love you.

Well, I should hope so.

- You have to go?
- I do.

But this was lovely as always.

Fight for the Cherry and the White.

YES, sir.

- I'll call you later.
- Good night, Uncle Nucky.

Bye, Nucky.

Help me clean.

Let's go. Everybody help Mommy.

Take that. Take your plates.

Uncle Nucky.

Willie, put a coat on.

Ma's checking it for tobacco stains.

Should have stayed in Philadelphia
for the break.

You need to see your family.
And they need to see you.

Why? I show up and my dad

just tells me the things
I'm not supposed to do.

What do you think he should be telling you?

Business. How it works.

Which business is that?

Ours.

There's what I do,
what your father helps me with.

It's nothing for you to worry about.

I'm not worried. I just think that...

You came through for me, Will.
I haven't forgotten.

What you need to do now is get the degree.

We're all counting on it, okay?

- Sure.
- Keep earning A's.

And anything you want to get off your chest,

you could always come to me.

I do smoke.

I know. I went to college for a year.

It's where I picked up all my bad habits.

Alphonse Capone.

Alphonse Capone.

Seriously, how hard is that, huh?

The reporter's name is St. John.

- So?
- So he's probably a pilgrim or something.

- He's not gonna know.
- Spelled Torrio right.

Yeah, well, people heard of Johnny.

That's my point.

You screwy?

People heard of Johnny, good.
Let him take the heat.

Nobody should know you.

What are you saying, Frank?

In this line of work,
the fewer people that know who you are...

- I was here first, huh?
- I what?

Just saying, I was here first.

You understand what he's getting at?

And I bring you both out
'cause that's what a brother does.

And I bought this house that we're living in.

And I run the Inn and the Ship.

And that's not nothing, Frank.

Okay? I'm not nothing.

I'm nobody's "fatotus."

Al Capone with an "E."

With an "E."

- Hey, Snork.
- Don't call me that.

- Snorky.
- Don't call me that, Frank.

Come on. No, really.

You're special.

You are a very special boy.

Oh, fuck off, you...

Keep at it, Al.

Get off.

Don't take no guff.

- Om
- Atta boy.

No, no, Ma. They're horsing around.

What?

I don't have time for that.

I have to be back in 40 minutes.
I couldn't have been clearer.

Is this considered a good hotel
in this part of town?

- You don't like it?
- It's disgusting.

Another.

Please.

Is your boss a smart man?

Mr. White? Knows his way around.

He should be careful.

Dickie's not that honest.

He steals from the acts,
he steals from the owners.

He's a nasty little thief.

He's your husband.

I like to say bad things about him.

It's not very nice, is it?

For someone in a hurry, you talk a lot.

Don't touch my hair.

Is that how you fuck, huh?

Is that how you do it?

Fuck you. Fuck you, you fuck.

Swirl that cock. Swirl it.

Like that.

Like that. Like that.

Oh, like that!

Christ, you're fucking me!

- Hi.
- Motherfucker!

Look at this.

Look what's happening now.

- Dickie, he made me.
- No, no, no.

- He said he'd drive me to our hotel.
- That ain't what happened.

Hey, hey. You know what?

Sit down right there.

Go on. Whoa! What are you doing?

Pulling up my pants.

I just said sit, nothing else.

Tell me what happened.

- I can't.
- Shh.

I know you're upset.

I got in his car.

While I was going over
the contracts?

Yes, it must have been.

And then he drove away
from the boardwalk to...

To the Negro part of town.

- He threatened me with a straight razor.
- I don't carry no...

My wife is talking. She's explaining.

And you just interrupt.

Look, uh, Dickie. How about...

We're not on a first name basis.

We're not friends.

You're fucking my wife and you interrupt.

And, you know, I go around

and I spend a lot of time with all of you.

Do business, eat your food,

put money in your pockets.

And I love the music. I really do.

But in the end, you know
what always happens?

- Well, I think...
- You act like the fucking niggers that you are.

Huh?

Isn't that right?

Isn't it?

Yes.

Yes what?

Yes, boss.

Go on.

What?

Act like a nigger.

She's waiting.

I'll put your brains on the wall.

Let go of your trousers.

It's all just some fun.

There's no changing you people.

He said expect
the drop-off around 11:00.

Twenty after already.

I guess criminals aren't very punctual.

Perhaps it's why they have trouble
being productive members of society.

Maybe your informant was just lying to you.

He gave a strong impression of sincerity.

I wouldn't mind an arrest
or two under my belt.

That's the way to do it, right?

Keep Supervisor Elliot from getting too nosy?

The hell they give me tea for?

That should be mine. Sorry.

I haven't touched it.

That farmer fella today over at Mr. Doyle's?

Rely-poly Otis.

I thought his name was Elmer.

They're all Otis to me.

Huh.

Anyhow, he's got some problems.

- Who does?
- Elm...

Otis.

Awful lot of liquor in his garage.

And kind of funny, I guess...

He asked us 10 help him keep tabs on it.

- This was to you?
- I couldn't shut him up.

Not to mention that bankroll he was toting.

That was quite the spectacle.

He asked the Treasury agents.

Oh, boy. I mean...

I mean, just think about that.

You know what you've done here?

I signed contracts with that man.

He connected in New York.

And I work on him
so that club can turn some scratch.

Make him my friend inch by inch.

And you go let loose a crap all over it
for 15 minute worth of jelly.

'Cause you the fucking sweetback, huh?

What you got to say for yourself?

She a devil, that's all.

And she stuck the bottle up his neck?

Jesus Christ, his head's practically off.

He earned it.

Right now I don't care
what your side is, okay?

Who was he?

Dickie Pastor.

Booking agent. Bring acts around the club.

Worked for Owney Madden.

- And the girl?
- Climb out the window.

I guess you were too busy.

Anybody know he came here?

Night man let him in. Couldn't say who else.

Slip him out the back way.

Yeah. I got a place.

We find that girl.

She ain't got no coat, no shoes, no money.

Then what?

Just take care of it.

Make sure people stay quiet here.

That on you.

Sweetback.

Sweetback.

The hell you leave the door open for?

Letting all the cold in.

- Don't slam it.
- You heard him now.

There a shoe right there.

Nuh-uh. Don't be throwing it now.

Well?

What's the verdict?

You're asking a lot.

I promise you, it's worth it.

Ah, I don't doubt it.

Still...

Is there anything I can do to persuade you?

It's just so much bigger
than anything I would need.

And, uh...

What?

Well, it's none of my business, but...

I don't think you really want to sell it.

I assure you I do.

Hmm.

It's just the way that you talk about it.

I know what that's like,
leaving something behind

that's part of you, finding that courage.

In any case,
I only need something for a few months.

Beautiful woodwork.

Mr. Phillips.

Mmm, Roy.

What brings you to our little town?

Piggly Wiggly.

- Huh?
- It's a supermarket chain.

We're expanding
into the northeast and I'm here to set it up.

Well, that must be hard on your wife.

Well, as I said,

leaving things behind.

Cotillions and ermine muffs.

That would suit you well.

Do you really think so?

I'm a bit of a dreamer at heart.

I'm sorry. I have another place to look at.

Where?

- Bungalow Park.
- Oh.

You don't want to live there.

Hmm.

Can't trust a realtor now, can you?

Say, you wouldn't consider...

Uh...

I seem to be a bit at sea here.

I could use a knowledgeable companion.

Well, I'm certainly that.

Factotum.

Yes?

That's a servant or something.

Whatever you tell them to do.

I looked it up.

How old are you?

Twenty-two.

Making a name for yourself, huh?

I'm reporting the truth.

Oh, the truth?

Read that aloud.

One letter at a time.

"C-A-P-0-N...

"E."

Now you know.

Against the sable sky of perfumed night,

it's the darkest gems that shine most bright.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Onyx Girls.

That's my favorite color!

Bring on the dancing girls.

She's white, half-naked. What's the difficulty?

Maybe she froze in a doorway somewhere.

Scamper off to New York.

You know, you missed your calling.

- How's that?
- You should have been a detective.

- I ain't the one what...
- Dunn.

Go check the bar.

Man stood for you when it counted.

He need riding, I'll be the one on his back.

Just so we're clear,
I don't want anyone else's grief.

You ain't gonna get it.

I thought you'd abandoned me.

I wouldn't dare.

What do you think of the show?

Deliciously primitive.

Bring out the beast in you?

You're just gonna
have to wait and see.

What do you suppose
he's doing in there?

How should I know?

Well, why don't I knock on the door
and announce our presence?

And then what?

We make it clear to Mr. Borst
that in order to provide

the protection he wants,
we require a certain amount...

We're just gonna blow this hillbilly over.

- It's a 50-50 split.
- Is that standard?

Just draw your weapon and follow me.

Come on. Don't worry.

We're the law.

It's not that.

I just don't see well in the dark.

How'd you make the Bureau, bub?

My uncle is in
the same Elks Lodge as our congressman.

Just stand here.

Don't bump into anything.

Watch the front, then come when I signal.

Mr. Borst.

I'll call it in, sir.

Soon as I gel a grip on myself.

I don't mind saying,
this has all got me pretty rattled.

Can we make a deal?

What'd you have in mind?

I won't tell Cantor if you don't.

The Dumber They Come.

He's a doll, though.

Learn something new every day.

Is this really where you live?

It suits my needs.

But that's how it is with a bachelor.

Lonely?

Now and then.

I have a confession.

I've wanted to meet you for a long time.

Why?

Everyone talked about you and Billie.

What did they say?

Well...

How else could she star on Broadway?

Just give me a minute.

Mr. Thompson has asked me to say
he has been called away.

He just said he was coming back.

But he is not.

Son of a goddamn bitch.

Pardon me?

What am I supposed to do?

You are supposed to leave.

You didn't have to get up.

I was not yet asleep.

Emma.

I've come home.