Boardwalk Empire

Ain't no use in that stuff.

You said a safe.

Mmm-hmm.

So where it at?

Somewhere.

This the right house or not?

Yeah, these look real, but they ain't.

Gooseberried some clothes. Ate our fill. Now let's go.

Buck,

-this ain't no place to be now. - Good morning now.

Know who we are?

The moving men.

- We're not moving anywhere. We is, though.

Cash, whatever.

We gone, easy.

- We don't have any cash. - Which is we?

What?

You said "we."

I meant me.

I don't have any cash.

Alone here?

Went to church regular. What they taught me

is that you can fool people,

but the good Lord always know when you lying.

Check upstairs.

Go on.

-(PIANO PLAYING) Boy.

Boy. Boy.

Boy.

Hello, Albert. Hello, Winnie.

Lovely to see you.

Boy.

What would you do for love?

Sir?

Would you hazard everything you held dear?

Family, friends, respect,

judgment in the eyes of an all-seeing God,

and call it a price worth paying?

I would. I definitely would.

That's how we are, men like us.

All or nothing.

Fresh ones every day.

I'm counting on you.

What do we need the roscoes for?

- Because I want you to get them. -(PHONE RINGING)

I'm trying to run a business here.

It's my business you're running.

Nuck.

Fetch them from the warehouse. Make sure they can handle guns.

You said Maranzano told you God bless.

They told the Indians they could keep Oklahoma.

How'd they get wrapped up in this?

Nuck.

Bring the muscle.

Hey! Stop staring at her ass and get to work.

Who's gonna load the trucks?

There's eight million men looking for work.

Those bums down by the rail yard?

Hey, Nucky.

I don't like that element hanging around.

- You could be one of them. - Nuck?

Okay, one thing. I don't take my mood out on you.

- What? - Cuba and mail.

- Hello? Long distance operator.

Your call to Havana, Cuba, is now connected.

I could have traveled there myself for all the time it took.

Go ahead, please.

Hello? - Well, I thought it was funny.

How's our man at Bacardi?

And quite the conversationalist, too.

I'm sorry.

How are you?

I'm fine.

And so is Ronis, though he keeps making

these squawking noises about his expenses.

Well, I'll be back there soon enough, so he can shake me down in person.

Well, that's much more polite.

And Senator Lloyd, how's he?

Gone. Flown the coop. Hightailed it back to Washington.

We", which one is it?

We've lost him either way.

So what do we do now?

I've got a big fish coming down from Boston

looking to get into the liquor business.

What rock did you find him under?

He's a Wall Street man, among his other interests.

Well, I'm glad that my investment is well protected.

-(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING) -(CHUCKLES)

What's so funny?

Let us sing a song of cheer again

Happy days are here again

All together...

- How's that for an omen? - Turn it up. Let's listen together.

Who can doubt it now

Go and tell the world about it now

Happy days are here again

Your cares and troubles are gone

There'll be no more from now on

Happy days are here again

The skies above are clear again

So let us sing the song Of happy cheer again

Happy, happy happy days are here again

Are you familiar with the name Abe Redstone?

Only vaguely.

He was a client of Mr. Bennett's.

He liked milk as I recall.

Was a client?

I haven't seen him in quite some time.

Are you aware that the name Redstone was an alias?

No, sir.

I was not aware.

Arnold Rothstein.

Do you know who that is?

I take it you read the tabloids?

The advice columns, mostly.

Mr. Rothstein was a rather notorious figure.

Well known to law enforcement.

A gambler and a bootlegger with ties to the narcotics trade.

Oh, my.

Abe Redstone was one of his many aliases.

Well, as I said, it's been years.

Rothstein died in 1928.

Murdered by persons unknown.

And yet his account, or Mr. Redstone's account,

has been very much alive.

Eighteen cash withdrawals since then,

totaling $111,000.

There was no mention of this account in his probate proceedings.

It seems that your Mr. Bennett

had been siphoning the funds

and using the money to play the market himself.

And losing.

Oh, my goodness.

Mrs. Rothstein is conferring with her attorney.

Legal action against the firm is imminent.

Someone needs to answer for this.

You said it was Mr. Bennett.

Are these not your signatures, Miss Rohan?

- I signed a great many pieces of paper. - These are the ones

we're interested in.

We don't have much, but take whatever you need.

Take it and go.

$9 in the purse?

That's my pay.

Part-time at Kresge's. That's what they pay me.

Where your man at?

My husband?

You on your lonesome. Where he?

Father works for Mr. Emmet.

He's running a farm auction over to Chambersburg.

He's coming back soon.

What's your name?

Fern.

What you do, Fern?

- Go to school. - Say what?

- She go to school. Talk for herself, can't she?

I heard her fine.

My ears is ringing.

Why you think that is?

Maybe you're not well.

We have headache powder.

I'll get you some.

You all threw a big old party in here.

I'm sorry, I... - House all lit up.

Silver trays on the table.

Food piled up.

Never seen the like.

We don't have parties.

We don't have the money.

I brung in the ice.

Yes, ma'am.

She only this high.

Ribbon in her hair.

And the man

watched me haul that block,

put it in the cellar.

100 pound.

And all he give me

was a "That'll do."

It wasn't us.

Then how come we sitting here?

Take the money. Please.

- We won't say anything. -(YELLING) Lies before the Lord!

He know.

And he just won't abide it.

That's the awful thing about him.

What grade you in?

What?

You go to school.

What grade you in?

Tenth.

They send truant officer around.

Won't they do that?

Yes.

They're very vigilant.

They what?

They pay close attention.

How you know about gals in school?

- Everybody know. - How you know?

Get the green and let's get ourselves gone.