Boardwalk Empire

(GULLS SCREECHING, DISTANT WAVES CRASHING)

Yeah, we just got the word. Come on, we're gonna head downstairs.

- Have you got everything ready? We're all set.

Got it?

- All right. - Easy, easy. There you go.

- It's done. - You will keep watch out here.

It is taken care of. They'll use the service elevator.

I instructed them to take it to the warehouse

until a decision is made.

I don't think there was much notice taken of the delivery because of the hour.

- So there is no need... - Is she gone?

Mrs. Thompson has left, yes.

The children?

A taxi to the station. All of them.

And you?

I'm sorry?

You.

Did you know?

- I don't understand. - Owen and my wife.

Did you know?

I tend only to you. That is all I do. That is my life.

You need to leave.

- Nucky, please, I beg you... - It's not safe.

They're coming. That's what the crate's about.

- You have to go. - I will not leave you alone.

- There's Gareth and the others. - They are only men you pay.

- How can you trust them? - I need to reach Eli.

Get word to Mickey Doyle.

Try Chalky at home.

If he's not there, call him at his club. He can...

- What? - There is nothing.

- You haven't even... - There is no one. The line is dead.

- Nucky! -(GUNSHOT)

Son of a bitch!

- All right? - Ja.

- Everyone knows this is you. - We don't have time.

Okay. No, no, no, no. It's okay, it's okay.

You know who I am, right?

- Yes. - I need to take your car.

Here, take this.

Here's $500.

Just take it.

-(KEYS JINGLE) -(GROANS) We must go now.

Head to Lolly's. We'll set up there, see if the phones work.

I need to reach Eli. And cash. I'm going to need cash.

You were right about the men. Whoever's left, they can't be trusted.

I'll have to tap Chalky, which'II cost me, but I'll get it back later.

Just for now, I have to...

What are you doing?

What the fuck?

- Please forgive me. - What?

- God damn it! -(GROANING)

I said I didn't want you getting mixed up.

Come on, I'm going to move you over. I'll drive.

We got guys all over the city.

- We're looking for him. - Where?

Between the seat cushions?

We think he was hit. The car's still outside.

- Somebody had to see him. - Set up a roadblock.

That casino he got. Check the hospital, the warehouse.

The titoons? He's tight with them, too.

Tell them we'll pay. $25,000.

That's a fortune to a jigaboo.

I want him in front of me on his knees or on a slab.

And find her something to eat. She's starving.

You wanna call Masseria? Give him the skinny?

I'll have them hook up the switchboard again.

We're gonna need to call in his ward heelers, the sheriff,

let them know it's business as usual.

My opinion?

No one wants any fuss.

Just so they see it's in their best interests...

- Tonino. - Yeah?

Shut the fuck up.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)

I ain't working outta this dump.

- Eddie. - Ja, ja, I will have it for you immediately.

No, listen to me. We're at the hospital.

They'll help you, but I'm going to have to leave you here.

You. Somebody.

- It's an emergency. I need help with... - Mr. Thompson!

- Dr. Landau. - What's wrong?

I require discretion here.

He's injured. It was an accident.

Listen, there's a fucking wing here named after me.

Get a goddamn stretcher and...

There he is.

- Kept me waiting. - Couldn't be helped.

We had business across town.

Apologies.

You gonna introduce?

Sam Moceri. Come down from Buffalo, like I said.

He don't speak?

- I told you about that. - No.

In Castellammare years back.

You pinched somebody's chickens or something, right?

But Magaddino brings Sam down personal

for this part of the operation.

- Right. - Well, here we all are.

It's $200 an ounce. Straight from China.

- The fuck does that mean? - He said five pounds, $15,000.

And he doesn't appreciate you being rude.

I hope you don't mind.

You were gone all night.

I was beginning to get rather worried.

- I lost track of the time. - That happens when you're in love.

You are, aren't you?

No need to be embarrassed.

I envy you a little.

But...

You have to be careful.

- About what? - Dreaming about things

that cannot possibly come to pass,

that were never yours to begin with,

because that will only wind up hurting you.

You smell of the sea.

We'll hole up here, get you some help.

Eddie, I don't know what the hell you're saying.

Stay right there.

Lay that iron on the ground.

-(GUN THUDS) - Face me.

A man get himself killed like that.

I'll keep that in mind.

Yeah, my cousin Lefty, he got three, four men coming from down South.

Slim's coming up, Boss. Slim will be here.

Good morning.

They're here.

What good about it?

Fifty men, shotgun,

Thompsons riding round the street.

No phone out The Ritz.

Word come around you dead.

Not yet.

Rosetti's here with Masseria's men, I'm guessing.

They're at the hotel, the hospital, everywhere.

How many guns do you have?

Enough for me and mine.

What's that supposed to mean?

- You come round here looking for an army? - Yes.

Ain't that just something fine?

'Cause I ain't heard one peep about it till now.

This isn't the time for hurt feelings.

I ain't say nothing about how I feel,

like you ain't say nothing except, "Jump, boy."

I never called you...

Owen is dead. I can't reach Eli.

Eddie is in the car with a bullet in his gut. He needs a doctor.

I came to you for help.

What is it you would like to do?

Go on out and fetch him in.

Set up a cot

and stow the car around back.

You safe here for the nonce.

I want it right in the middle there. Behind me, peacock feathers.

- Nice, but where we gonna find one of those? On 3 peacock.

Then I wanna find me one of them cuckoo clocks, put it in the corner.

- Get the hos on their toes. - Sure.

Howdy, Red. What do you hear?

- What an unexpected surprise. - Ain't all surprises unexpected?

Of course. That's what makes life so exciting.

But I thought Atlantic City wasn't the best place for you right now.

Well, I can't think of anywhere better.

In fact, I like it so much, I'm pitching my tent.

Hi ho.

-(MEN GRUNTING) - What is that?

Nucky's desk from the Ritz.

- Easy, easy. - He won't need it no more.

What happened to him?

Same thing happens to everyone, just sooner.

Mr. Reset“...

Gyp.

Gyp.

You're always a welcome guest here,

but I have a business to run.

And you'll keep on runnin' it.

Everything gonna stay the same.

Only now you'll have a pal in charge.

What do you say, Strawberry?

It's what I've always hoped for.

Well, how about some breakfast, then, huh?

We've been on the go since midnight.

Make yourselves at home,