Boardwalk Empire

-(THUNDER RUMBLING) -(STREETCAR BELL RINGING)

What you doing here?

Waiting.

On your man?

For business.

Kind of business you got in a cathouse?

My business.

You need to go.

Now!

She's not his.

Then whose?

Just mine.

Ma'am? - Yes?

- Why you lock the door? I was changing.

Been in these clothes for three days.

There's rooms for that.

My girl's asleep. I can't leave her.

Heard from the Doctor.

Yes?

He'll come by.

Unlock this when you done.

IWill.

Walk out.

While you can.

Let's both see him.

Shake it over here!

Ooh. Ah.

- I'm awake. - I ain't.

This kind of night,

it's like the clock's running backwards.

- The middle of the week's always slow. - Mmm.

Look who's the expert now.

Pretty soon you'll be running the joint.

I don't know about that.

What I was doing, I was your age?

Knocking over storefronts with a little pocket Colt.

Pow-pow. (LAUGHS)

My own gang, 16 years old.

People respected me. I was going places.

What happened?

Your father set me up with your mother.

- Wait. What did... He what? - Nothing.

I'm sure they're in the front pew every Sunday.

Off your ass.

Fetch 'em up the sandwiches.

And don't forget the pickups later.

Just brought the sandwiches.

Senor.

The food?

Where did he go?

What are you doing?

Strawberry pie.

Leave it for the morning.

They're starting to turn.

You came in late.

I couldn't get out of there. (SIGHS)

It was just speech after speech.

Did you make one?

I had to.

What did you say?

"Respected gentlemen of the hall,

-"Mr. Mayor, Commodore Kaestner... - Mmm-hmm.

...I regard it as both a duty and a privilege

"to put forward a man whose energy is unquenchable,

"whose character is unimpeachable,

"whose loyalty is inexhaustible."

A nice construction.

"The next Alderman of the Fourth Ward,

"and boon companion of my youthful years,

"the Honorable James Patrick Neary."

The thing is,

I've always considered him a real son of a sailor.

As long as you made a strong impression.

Everyone kept calling me Nucky.

- Oh, no. - Mmm-hmm.

"My name's Nucky, boys.

"I'm in ladies' garters. What's your line?

"Say, have yourself a cigar."

Is that what it sounds like?

What's wrong?

You nauseous again?

Should I fetch the doctor?

I just couldn't sleep.

I sat at that dinner

and watched them slap Jim Neary on the back.

They'll make him alderman

because that's what the Commodore wants.

Thirteen years I've served him.

Never even says my name.

You'll be recognized.

- He'll see you're working... - It doesn't matter.

I have you.

I'm gonna be a father. (CHUCKLES)

I'll make my way.

I know what I'm doing it for.

"How-de-do, fellas?

"Have yourselves a cigar."

I don't like cigarettes.

Pissy little girlie smokes.

Cigarettes. Drinks with fruit.

Darling handbags. Lavender soap.

All that cunty shit.

Why don't you tell me your name?

Francis X. Bushman.

- Really? - Absolutely.

What's the "X" stand for?

The "X" will stand for pretty much anything.

Francis X.

Francis X., where you from?

Where do you think I'm from?

Mmm...

What's that state between, uh,

Ohio and California?

The state of oblivion.

You fucking with me, Francis X.?

- No. - I don't like to be fucked with.

I'm not fucking with you.

So what's the state I'm talking about?

- Mmm, Missouri. - That's where you're from.

- Isn't it? - You got me.

I'm a good judge of character.

Just ask my first two husbands.

They didn't know what they were missing.

About 800 bucks and some paste jewelry by the time I was done.

Mmm-hmm.

What brings you to our fair city, "Francis X. Bushman from Missouri"?

Judge my character.

You come for some kind of convention.

You sell hosiery or hair combs or hatbands

or who gives a fuck.

You're married, but your wife hasn't sucked your cock since Harding bought the farm.

You used to run around with your asshole pals,

get yourself boiled on Saturday night.

Line up at the one whorehouse in town, come quick, and lie about it after.

But now you're mostly thinking about fucking your secretary,

stealing a boatload off your boss,

and whether or not it would hurt more to stand in front of a trolley

or shoot yourself in the head.

Oh...

And you love your children.

How'd I do?

I sell floor polish.

Oh, you poor, sad fuck.

What the hell are you doing here?

Looking for a good time.

You know what kind of place this is?

This is where hope comes

to get fucked in the ass.

When's she showing up?

If we run now,

how's D'Angelo gonna know?

Run where? With what?

Hey.

Get into the count room, drop off the money.

Leave the satchel, don't open it.

I step out, start a conversation...

"Anybody catch that Cubs game?"

I double back With the key,

empty the satchel, open the safe.

- This has not been thought through. -(SIGHS)

Fuck.

What I said before, about your spouse,

-you know, being an accident. -(CLEARS THROAT)

I didn't mean it in a sense of something horrible.

What's all the whispering?

- Drop-off. - Come back in the morning.

It's already a day late. We want to get it in now.

- Give it to me. - We need to be sure it's added.

Nothing personal.

All right. Come on, hurry up.

Wait, wait, wait. I don't have the key.

You know where the key is?

Big boy's desk?

Go get it.

No one touches the desk.

- Unless he's here. - He's not here now.

We really need to drop this off.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

- Trying the knob. Can't do that.

If it's open, it's open, right?

We, uh...

Don't you fucking move!

What are you creeping around for?

- A drop-off. - The room is closed.

- It was unlocked, so... - It was occupied!