Boardwalk Empire

Who the hell are you two jokers?

What the fuck do you want? Good, we have your attention.

Names and addresses of the three men who shot up Chalky White's warehouse.

Jesus! What the hell's going on?

Five seconds, gentlemen.

It was Herb Crocker. He was one.

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

-...Dick Heatherton. - Come on.

Who else?

Odessa, now there's a city for you.

Everyone's a crook.

Little crooks take from who they can.

Nobodies stealing from nobodies.

Then the middleman.

How many nobodies does it take to feed him?

Seven? 10?

The middleman is always hungry, always worried.

Because from the middle, it's easier to fall down than to climb up.

But the big crooks, the machers in Odessa.

The big crook does nothing.

Drink kvass, eat roast chicken, fish soup,

stroll with some cute little tsatske along Deribasovskaya street.

Everybody tips their hat.

The big crook in Odessa, he's somebody.

I wake up sometimes and I think I'm still there.

Twelve-years-old, my whole life ahead of me.

But then I realize I'm in America,

that world is gone and you have to make the best of it.

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

I sketched it out for him.

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

Close my shop.

I'm living like a beggar.

Bit of bad luck. Happen to anyone.

But my bad luck has a name...

Waxey Gordon.

Let me stop you right there.

Whatever your problems, Waxey Gordon is a business partner of mine.

Are you sure about this, Mr. Thompson?

Do you know something I don't?

The question answers itself.

Nucky's a busy fella, Manny.

And I have nothing better to do?

You're hiding in the basement of a synagogue.

Don't waste his time.

Your partner Waxey Gordon is in business with James Darmody.

Would you say we have something in common?

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

You give me Waxey, I give you Darmody, and we make business together.

You'll "give him" to me?

In all honesty, you don't look to be in a condition to do anything.

Well, if the boychik's wife could still talk, she'd tell you otherwise.

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

You said he was open to discussion.

I said I'd broker the meet.

So you're too big a crook to be seen with the likes of me?

According to the federal prosecutor, yes.

But I will consider your proposition.

Make sure Mickey knows how to get in touch.

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

He ain't in jail yet.

He would be nothing in Odessa.

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

There's $20,000 cash, $5,000 apiece for the families of each victim.

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

The three pieces of shit that shot this place up.

You sure about that?

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

Governor office dropped my case.

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

I will. And you can do something for me.

Tell Nucky I want to talk.

Welcome back, fellas!

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

- Come on. - No,no!

- How that feel? - You like that?

That's right, you pull 'em!

Whatever you do to try to change things,

you know he'll never forgive you.

Got a lot more for you.

Let's go to Childs.

I feel like a steak.

Come, dear. Come get Beatrice.

Go ahead, Emily.

Good girl! That's it.

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

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

- Daddy! - Hi, sweetie.

Mr. Thompson. How was Philadelphia?

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

She didn't say where she was going.

Lilian. Emily. Katy.

She brings a priest?

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

Bring me back a shaved cherry ice. I'm boiling.

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

This is Father Brennan. He's here...

I'm here for moral support.

I don't think I'll need it.

I meant for Mrs. Schroeder.

She understood that, Father.

Mrs. Schroeder has left her children,

including her sickly daughter, to be here today.

- What's wrong with her? - Polio.

I'm terribly sorry.

Mrs. Schroeder is a widow and devoted mother.

She is active in the Church

and ignorant of any of the charges in this case.

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

Perhaps we can let Mrs. Schroeder speak for herself.

- There's nothing she... - I'd like to speak with Miss Randolph alone.

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

Well, I suppose I'll buy some stamps.

Is it difficult to become a lawyer?

Not if you set your mind to it and don't take no for an answer.

I doubt it was that simple.

You're right.

I started as a public defender.

As you might imagine, my only clients were women.

What kind of women?

The kind who don't have any other choice.

- Are you saying I did? - Why don't you tell me? You cleared the room.

My husband beat me. He beat our children.

He was a drunkard and a philanderer.

And now you've moved up in the world.

Do you hate Mr. Thompson?

No, I rather like him.

Not that it matters. Do you hate him?

Your feelings are complicated.

The truth is complicated as well.

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

Would I have to appear in court?

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

I can paint you either way on that witness stand, it's really up to you.

The helpless widow unwittingly drawn in by her husband's killer,

or the shameless gold-digger seduced by money.

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

It matters that Enoch Thompson goes to jail.

What has he given you besides money?

He's never been cruel to me.

He's been plenty cruel to others.

I've never seen it.

But you know it anyway.

I have children.

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

The victims as well as the criminals?

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

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

their comfort was bought with the blood of others.

Because sooner or later they'll find out themselves

and that won't be a happy day.

If I did what you ask, what becomes of me?

You'll never have to see him again.

Set yourself free, Mrs. Schroeder.

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

How do you "order" someone to commit murder?

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

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

If they would, your troubles are over.

God damn it. Eddie!

- Ja? - Why is this bourbon empty?

Someone drank it.

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

Bring some ice, for God's sake. It's fucking sweltering.

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

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

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

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

I suppose there is an elephant in the room.

If you're referring to the woman who sleeps in the bed in which I am no longer welcome,

then yes, there certainly is.

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

But even if the jury thinks she does,

that's enough to corroborate Eli and Halloran.

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

- And juries know that. -(PHONE RINGING)

But if there's an independent corroboration

of what those accomplices allege, even by inference,

it could be enough to convict you.

The bottom line's that if your lady-friend testifies...

Chalky White is on the line.

Hello?

Nucky.

Your door was open.

This is Owen Sleater.

You could wait outside.

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

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

I'm sorry about Angela.

Manny Horvitz.

Philadelphia.

Never heard of him.

He used to work for Waxey Gordon.

He came for me, found her instead.

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

No, thank you.

To the lost.

My father's dead.

I should have killed him the moment he suggested betraying you.

I thought about it since I was a kid, killing him.