Boardwalk Empire

It was kicking again.

"The baby" was kicking. You said, "it."

I want to go out.

We've discussed this.

That neighbor lady came by yesterday.

- She invited us for dinner. - She came here?

Well, it's not like we've got a phone.

I asked you not to allow anyone in here. I pay you for it.

A simple dinner, some conversation,

some music, for God's sake.

They have aW-BO.

I don't know what that is.

A Victrola. You don't hear Jolson from across the alley?

I'll be working late.

This is ajail, Nelson.

I used to be out every night in the week.

Yes, I'm sure between ordering murders and rigging elections,

Nucky Thompson showed you quite a time.

I can't live like this!

And once the child is born, you won't have to.

That was the agreement.

Please make sure you eat.

Say what you want about Nucky,

at least he was fun.

I've had Katy return a few of my things to The Belle Femme.

The brocade coat, the flower pendant necklace...

What? What for?

- I don't need them. - But you wanted them.

Under the circumstances,

I thought it might be wise to conserve our resources.

Under the circumstances, it's more important than ever

for it to appear as though nothing has changed.

Are you not invested to the limit in your land deal?

I heard you on the telephone with your lawyer.

I want you only in your finest things.

I sleep late, you know that.

I said nothing. These are, after all, your finest silk pajamas.

Send the girl to get your things back.

We'll be fine, Margaret. We are fine.

Fucking Chinamen last night. Spilled coffee all over the felt.

You let chinks play in here?

- What's this? - It's light, I know.

Light? It's a fucking dirigible.

You're getting a lot of use out of that line, I bet.

- What am I supposed to tell Nucky? - Tell him I don't know.

But you can ask him why I had to hire this mick

when I ain't got no booze to sell.

You're evading the issue, Lolly.

Let me tell you about the casino business, Damien.

People gamble.

They lose, they get mad,

so we give 'em free drinks so they keep gambling.

Sometimes they win, they get happy, so we give 'em more free drinks.

Then they're drunk,

so they gamble even more and eventually they lose it all.

The next night they come back and do it all over again.

So the whole fucking equation depends on what?

Alcohol.

You just got a load last month!

Of the cheap shit, the swill, and I'm even running low on that.

The rollers want the good stuff. We ain't got it, they play some place else.

It's hard, Lolly. Nuck's fighting for his life.

We're all fighting for our lives.

He wants fat envelopes? I'm gonna need the booze from him.

Or from somebody else.

Same route, same order.

Hell, it's even the same fellas meeting you on shore.

- It's a passing of the mantle. Sure.

Back to the fella already passed it to Nucky.

I'll be buying my liquor somewhere, Captain. Might as well be from Bill McCoy.

So it's not so much you want to buy from me as you don't want me selling to Nucky.

That needn't concern you.

Ah, but the enemy of my friend...

I believe you have that backwards, Mr. McCoy.

Feeling flush, are you? - God bless Mr. Volstead.

Halibut and motor oil, that's what he used to smell like.

Now he's a fucking big shot.

Your attempt at charm, Lou?

My attempt to talk sense to a jackass.

I thought you made a deal,

you and Nucky, years ago.

Didn't like the terms.

So he bested you in the bargain and now you're fucking him over.

Let's keep the conversation civil, huh?

- Just politics, Bill. Or mutiny.

Depending which business you're in.

Giving me the stink-eye for?

Captain? That lighthouse out there,

the beacon that guides you?

Don't you forget who put it there.

That scotch in your hand that warms your winter nights?

Don't you forget who put it there.

- Now what? All right, get on the phone.

Get Tony Dennehy at the Coast Guard.

Nucky, I am so sorry. I was watering the plants.

- He let himself in. - Who did?

Mr. Thompson.

Torrio's man.

- Al Capone. - Right.

- Brew some coffee. - Immediately.

I was not expecting you until later.

- No excuses, just coffee. - Ja.

- Sorry for barging in. - It's been a busy time.

I haven't been able to get the maid in here later.

My office is in a cathouse.

What brings you to Atlantic City?

A message from Johnny Torrio. He wanted you to hear it personally.

So he sends you.

I was coming this way anyhow. My father died.

I'm settling his affairs. He got a barbershop over...

What's the message?

With regret,

Chicago will no longer be buying alcohol from Atlantic City.

Look, whatever Mr. Torrio may have heard about my position here,

you can assure him that all is well.

- Meaning what exactly? - That I'd expect a man of his caliber

not to cut and run at the first sign of trouble.

I don't know what you're talking about. Truth is, this is nothing personal.

Torrio's got a new supplier.

What, did I say that?

Don't get cute.

New York? Philly? Is it Waxey Gordon?

Unless he's getting out of the liquor business entirely,

- I'm gonna find out. - He ain't.

So is he distilling it from Lake Michigan, what?

You're getting warmer.

Some Jews across the lake, they're shipping it direct.

- Canada? - With your pal George Remus in Ohio.

He knew you'd be taking a hit.

A token of goodwill.

What should I tell him?

Tell him, "No, thank you."

Next time he has something to tell me in person,

I'd like to hear it in person.

Fair enough.

How's Jimmy Irish?

If you're referring to Jimmy Darmody, you'll have to ask him.

He's moving up in the world, huh?

Tough out there, Chicago? The liquor trade?

It's tough all over, I'd imagine. There's a lot of dough at stake.

How's Torrio handling the competition?

We're killing 'em.

Did you have trouble finding me?

Why, I asked a fella for directions, he said, "Leave town and don't look back."

Oh, no!

The good stuff, straight from Broadway.

It was a joke, peaches. I was kidding. Ocean City's fine.

It's not that.

It's just seeing you reminds me of everything I'm missing.

Missing? You're not missing a thing, kid. A baby, that's the ticket.

I tell you, Ida and the girls make life worth living.

Papa, whoever he is, oh, wait till he gets a load of that kisser.

He's married.

Mr. Mueller?

- Who? - The name on the mailbox.

That's not his name. He's some prohi I met in a speak.

You meta prohi in a speak?

Oh.

After Nucky threw me over, I didn't care.

I wasn't careful.

Then the next thing I knew... (SIGHS)

He said he'd pay me...

Good money.

Take care of me until the baby comes.

You should've written you were short on dough.

No,

it's just...

Oh, it's just that I wanted to...

...be important to somebody.

I wanted...

I wanted to mean something besides just whoopee.

You know? (SNIFFLES)

Does Nucky know?

He knows about everything else,

I wouldn't be surprised.

So tell me about Vaudeville.

- What's the gossip? - You mean besides you?

We're dead for winter

and MacGregor's coming into the Apollo with this snoozer.

A showgirl wants to marry a society boy,

but his parents won't... (SNORING)

- Is it that bad? - Huh, huh? What? Oh.

It's not that terrible, I suppose.

Hmm.

"A Dangerous Maid."

Ange?

- Daddy! - Jimmy.

Here they are.

Mutt and mutt.

What are you doing here?

Hey.

- Thank heavens. - Hey, watch the lamp!

Tommy, get him, get him! Get him!

Get him!

Tommy...

- All he's gotta do is step aside. Naturally.

Like Colosimo. Bang! (CHUCKLES)