Boardwalk Empire

Well, that should do it.

Is that everything there, Bill? I think so.

Great. Thanks so much.

I'll see you next summer. Goodbye.

What are you doing? - I...

He wants to see you.

Go on.

Who's knocking? - The bellboy.

- Can't hear you. - The bellboy!

Stop yelling and come in.

- Did you do something wrong? - I don't think so.

Then don't walk into a room like a question mark.

- Yes, sir. -"Yes, sir." Look at this.

What have we here?

- Atlantic City. - The city as it is?

As you wish it to be.

Hmm.

Extend the boardwalk south to Jackson,

raise it above the surge line.

Pave Atlantic Avenue, lay down trolley tracks.

Coloreds stay here, north of Arctic.

I bear them no ill sentiment, but the races were not meant to comingle.

Trains and ferries.

Trains and ferries, this town dies without them.

Get the capital in, but don't spend your own money. Why?

You could lose it all.

Huh.

You think you're a smart boy?

I don't know.

You don't think you're a smart boy?

If I say yes, you'll think I'm boasting. If I say no, you'll think I'm lying.

Don't try and parse me. Just answer the question.

- Why aren't you in school? - Because I work here.

No, you worked here for the summer. Summer is over. I don't need you now.

- There's things I can do. - Such as?

Sweep the sand away. I give the money to my mother.

How is that my concern?

Are you gonna cry?

No.

Take that off. Leave it with Whiting before you go.

How do you do? How do you do?

My name is... My name is...

And then, say your name.

Arquimedes Cesar Plutarco Gavilan y Ortiz.

Perhaps, something a little shorter.

Archie.

I am pleased to meet you, Archie.

Also to meeting you.

Very good, but the correct way to say...

What time is it?

Nearly half-eight.

Why didn't anyone wake me?

They tried.

I'm flying to Havana. Havana.

Havana?

The airplane is canceled.

It's lashing down buckets.

Call the airfield, ask them.

Have Sean come in and...

Un minute, por favor.

I am pleased to meet you.

Did something happen to the kids?

Teddy graduates from industrial school next month.

Emily won a prize for an essay on the Bill of Rights.

Then don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?

You'll like your coffee first.

Let's just get to it.

For the past seven years, I've worked at a brokerage house in the city.

A certain individual opened an account there under the name Abe Redstone.

- His actual identity... - Right.

Yes.

He and I...

Oh, no. Really? No.

Not that. Why does everyone assume...

I helped him with stock information in exchange for an apartment.

How'd you come up with that?

I asked myself what you would do.

Nice place?

It's nice enough.

Okay.

Mr. Rothstein is dead, as you may be aware.

My employer kept the account open. He traded on it.

I signed the orders and he withdrew money until there was nothing left.

Last week, he shot himself. The firm's near bankruptcy.

Carolyn Rothstein knows you and I are still married.

She's demanding we pay back the missing funds.

If we don't, she intends to sue us both, and drag your name through the papers and...

That's more or less it.

I think I will have some coffee.

Chicago, the Windy City, long home to colorful citizens,

but perhaps none so blustery as the man called Public Enemy #1.

Thanks, boss, looks good.

Beginning as a two-bit bootlegger,

Alphonse "Scarf ace" Capone rose through the ranks of the South Side rackets

to become king of the underworld.

Two-bit, my ass, pally! -(MEN LAUGHING)

From his palatial suite at the Lexington Hotel,

Capone rules his empire with an iron fist...

I'll say he does.

...earning millions, While honest citizens stand on bread lines.

Here it comes! Right, look at this.

Consolidating power through a bloody reign of terror,

Capone eliminated all rivals.

- Dean O'Banion. - Bang!

- Hymie Weiss. - Bang!

- The Bugs Moran gang. - Bang,bang,bang!

Anyone foolish enough to stand in his way,

paid the price in blood.

What do you think? Fucking great, huh?

Go on, shut it off.

That's great, huh? - That's great.

So?

You're the Italian Wallace Beery.

You think that's funny?

What?

No.

Then why you laughing?

I'm not. I don't know. I mean, everybody else was.

I'm not. You laughing, Ralph?

Not me.

AI, I'm sorry.

Lay off. He didn't do nothing.

- Fuck Wallace Beery! -(MEN LAUGHING)

I'm the real movie star!

There ain't a kid in America don't know my name.

Or a cop, neither.

Aw!

- Little Orphan Lucky. -(MEN LAUGHING)

Aw, she's jealous.

Charlie Luciano's fuckin' jealous.

I'm tired, AI.

Thirty fucking hours in a Pullman, he drags me into a matinee.

Get him a coffee. Come on.

- Let's watch it again. - Twice is plenty, huh?

I need a hot bath and a nap.

- Fix him up, Mike. - Right this way, sir.

I'll see you later. Sorry I'm gonna miss the cartoon.

- I know you? - No, sir, I don't believe so.

Run it again!

Chicago, the Windy City, long home to colorful citizens,

but perhaps none so blustery as the man called Public Enemy #1.

- What are you doing? - Burning ants.

Don't do that.

It's not hot enough anyhow.

It's locked.

Stay there.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

Let go!

Stop.

- Stop it! I hate you! - Stop.

Eli, stop. That's enough.

That's enough. That's enough.

That's enough. Calm down.

I'll buy you a corn ball.

Okay.

You're not coming.

- Did I say that? - You were about to.

No choice. I'm rained in.

Well, what do I tell Ronis? He's expecting his good faith money.

Oh, there are three words that don't go together.

- Want me to hold him off? - Is there a reason to?

Some noise last night in Oriente Province. The army's out.

- Does that affect us? - I don't know.

I'll wire it down now.

Meet with Ronis. Use your judgment.

You had your coffee yet?

Why is everybody asking me that?

You sound cranky.

The toff holds on tightly to his hat...

I have to go.

- Call me after the meeting. - Si, comandante.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Oh, have your coffee.

- Sally, make sure you... -(LINE CLICKS)

I know I'm not lost. -(KENNEDY LAUGHING)

You've heard it before.

-(BOTH LAUGHING) -...beside him.

There's himself now.

Joe. You should have said you were a comic. The club could use you between the acts.

His people are County Wexford.

I see.

Won't cut the mustard with a Kerry lass, I'm afraid.

I'm prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt,

as long as you don't claim that Ballyteigue Bay...

That Ballyteigue Bay is what?

- Very lovely. -(LAUGHING)

He's a Yank. What can you expect?

Right.

What we discussed last night.

- Which part? - The part I hope you remember.

I don't think it's for me in the end.

Why not, if I might ask?

Well, Scotch and rum don't really mix.

You came around to tell me that?

Best not to leave dangling threads. And I do wish you smooth sailing.

I don't need it.

I'm sure you don't, but a little luck of the Irish never hurt anyone.

New York, you said?