Boardwalk Empire

-(SEAGULL CALLING) -(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I think you're lying to me.

That's a hell of a thing to say.

Prove you're not.

I'm waiting.

-(NUCKY SPEAKING SPANISH) -(SALLY LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES) You're a tired businessman?

Is that what I said? I meant retired.

I give up.

Another pillow under my ankles, honey. And make it quick.

I think I'll let you do the talking down there.

What do you plan to do all day?

After today I'm not making plans.

What's your plan today?

The last business I need to do.

You know, sitting around quietly isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Nuck.

What?

I said, sitting by yourself...

- I'm on the phone, God damn it. - So am I, Sparky.

I'm sorry, it's just that, uh...

Look, I like a man of few words, but...

Let me call you back.

Facedown on the floor.

Chalky, I looked all over for you.

You find me.

- Whatever you think... - Here it come now.

- I had nothing... - Who sitting in my club?

- You have to understand... - Answer the question.

Narcisse.

And who you cutting deals with?

Say it.

- Narcisse. - Mmm, mmm, mmm.

So he your nigger now, that right?

Not right.

So you his nigger.

I think I like that better.

It's not what you think. I tried to stop it. I didn't know...

-(RAIN PATTERING) - What I don't want to hear from you,

words.

Outside my house last night,

-family inside and I can't even go in. -(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Wearing another man's clothes.

Standing here with my friend.

You have to trust me. I promise...

I don't have to do nothing you ask, nohow, nowhere.

Then what is it you want?

Narcisse.

You've got to believe me, Chalky.

We want the same thing.

Oh, I know you want it now.

Your regular team plus eight additional agents?

- These men are dangerous. - How many are there?

Four, counting Thompson.

Each with an armed guard, most likely more than one.

You've actually pulled this off?

You seem surprised, Edgar.

Organized crime?

I'm merely exhibiting a healthy skepticism.

Is that what it is?

What are you implying?

That ever since the first week of law school,

-you've been rooting for me to fail. -(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Sir.

The US Attorney has arrived.

Marcus Garvey.

They're ruling on his appeal within the month.

Congratulations, Edgar.

Well, we're not popping the corks just yet.

Eight additional agents.

Say, Jim.

I think it's time,

considering the respect the position deserves,

you begin referring to me as Director Hoover.

And when you heard these cries for help, what did you do?

I went down...

I'm sorry, sir, I do need you to speak up.

I went down the hall

into the bathroom.

And at what time did you form the opinion

that the body was not that of James Darmody?

Mmm, not an opinion.

I beg your pardon?

It was not an opinion.

I fought beside him.

You don't forget that.

Even

Thank you, Mr. Harrow. No further questions.

I, uh...

Begging the pardon of the court,

I only received the particulars of this case last...

I notice you're wearing glasses, Mr. Harold... Harrow.

Are they for cosmetic purposes?

What?

Are they for reasons of vanity or do you need them to see?

They keep...

Your Honor, what's the point of a hearing if the witness...

Sir, I remind you to speak as loudly as you're able.

They keep my face on.

A real hero. Shame.

Yes, all right.

So are we to believe that the vision of your remaining eye...

Badgering, Your Honor.

...is more reliable than that of Mr. Darmody's own mother?

I know what happened.

I know what I saw.

I know.

Your Honor, a duly certified death record has already...

Ajerry-rigged death record, Your Honor.

And surely my client's veracity as to the identity of her own child...

There's no body.

The exact point that we're debating.

...should carry more weight than the grief of this aggrieved, bereaved...

- We have a confession. - There's no body.

I have to insist for your own defense, please...

There's no body.

Mr. Drake, keep your client in check or I'll have her removed.

It was my son. It doesn't matter what I said.

There's no one there.

I was in love. I was tricked.

How can that be right?

-(REPORTERS CLAMORING) Hello. Excuse me!

I'm not allowed to speak. I'm not allowed to live.

Get on the wire.

Why does a man get to do anything he wants?

That a girl! -(APPLAUSE)

She's off! -(GAVEL BANGS)

Where's the body?

The idea is to get them talking, alcohol importation, heroin, what have you.

Maybe they're planning something, a heist perhaps.

Conspiring with one another.

We're over here, Eli.

Agent Selby and our other operatives will be stationed in the next room listening in.

When you hear the radio go on, that's your signal.

My signal for what?

To excuse yourself, go to the washroom.

Things could get a little messy.

All you have to do is remain calm.

Neither Nucky nor the others will ever know you were involved.

You have a brother, Knox?

Or whatever the fuck your name is.

- A family? - That's none of your business.

Fuck you.

And you, too, you smug son of a bitch.

I have a brother named Claude.

He's an admiralty lawyer in Washington.

- You ever fuck Claude over? He's not a criminal, Eli.

And you're doing this for your son.

I need a guarantee.

- There are no guarantees... - I'm not talking to you.

We pull this off, my son stays out of it.

All that other shit, this malarkey with him and the roommate, that all goes away.

We both have a lot riding on...

I don't even think it's true, by the way.

Get them in this room, your brother, Masseria and the others,

and Will has nothing to worry about.

Will?

Do me a favor.

Stop talking like you know him.

1 mean, the balls, right?

Took them all the way to Cicero, building right across the street.

They had to know you were here, AI.

- In advance. - The phone call.

Now, how did he get the number anyway?

That Jew prick Hymie Weiss.

Actually, he's Catholic.

Wojciechowski.

Wo-ja-what?

His name. He changed it to Weiss.

Sit down.

Have a drink.

I don't drink, sir.

Then start.

So was it Weiss that done the shooting or not?

As you said, whoever it was

felt comfortable enough to venture into your territory.

-(SNIFFLES) What's this?

A board meeting?

Talking about the shooting.

Thank God for them shutters.

So what do you think, John?

Weiss with Bugs Moran and, uh, the other one...

Schemer Drucci.

- You think so? Sure.

After the O'Banion thing, who else could it be?

Yeah, I'm sure you're right.

All right, Jimmy, get this thing the fuck out of here.

You're killing me. Come on.

Before you ask, it's light.

I already know that.

This whole situation, your friend there, the doctor.

Narcisse.

It ain't making things easier, that's for sure.

Five trucks full of scotch turned away from the North Side.

I mean, he must be getting his liquor trucked down from New York.

All of which answers the question why the envelope is short.

I said I already know, Mickey.

All right. I just thought you deserved an explanation.

So what's the plan?

With What?