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Look at that! Give it to him!

Square on the nose! He's got a glass jaw.

(CROWD CONTINUE EXCLAIMING INDISTINCTLY)

Say, champ, champ, champ,

what do you tell people who say you dodged the draft?

I don't tell them nothing, 'cause nobody ever says that to my face.

Does it bug you that Carpentier is the favorite?

Yeah, yeah. He is a war hero, after all.

On July 2nd, he's going to wish he had a foxhole to crawl into.

Hey, what about his secret punch?

You hear he's got a secret punch?

That's a lot of hooey. Besides, I got tricks of my own.

What, you got a secret weapon, champ?

Yeah, matter of fact, I've been training with a fella

knocked old "Carpet Ear" out in the first round over in Paris.

- What? - Yeah. Hey, Doc, bring him out here.

- Aw, you betcha, champ! - Wait till you guys get a load of this.

Go get him, killer!

No hitting below the belt.

Whoa, whoa, is he talking about my belt or his?

All right, that's it for today, everybody.

Hey, a fella's gotta get his beauty rest.

En garde!

Whoa, look out.

- Hey, go get them, champ. - Whoa, don't hit me!

How'd I do?

You lose the fight, there's always vaudeville.

I'd take a rotten tomato over a left hook anytime.

Except there ain't no dough in tomatoes.

Say, I'm wondering if you'd do me a favor.

I'm sure you've heard we're selling the fight over the wireless.

- Can I get your autograph? -$2.50 a ticket to hear it as it happens.

They'll be broadcasting right from ringside.

It'd be a big boost if you did a little promotion.

Friday at Babette's, shake some hands, wave to the girls.

It's all right by me, especially the part about the girls.

As long as Doc here gives the okay, of course.

Considering the good doctor is pocketing 10% of the take,

- I'm sure he will. - Two bits for each set of ears?

- That's progress, boys. - Gents, gents, one more question.

- Save it for next time, pal. - This one's for Nuck.

What'd you and the Attorney General talk about

at the Seaview Golf Club on Memorial Day?

Sand trap. It's a doozy.

Nothing about your election-rigging case?

Show us that hook, Jack.

Come here, you. Get over here.

- I'm gonna feed him to little Frenchie. Yeah, go!

Where's the baby?

Sleeping. Finally.

She cried for five hours straight today.

- Did you feed her? - Of course I fed her.

- What do you think I am? - I apologize.

I have a headache.

Well...

What'd she say?

She's gone to visit an aunt in Milwaukee,

according to the neighbors.

You got a number for this aunt?

- An address? - She will not speak to me on the telephone.

She will not answer my letters.

We're being tested, Rose and I.

And what about me?

I'm sure you're being tested as well, in your fashion.

I'm talking about our arrangement.

Nelson, you owe me money.

Yes, I'm sorry. I don't have it.

You don't have it now?

You don't have it at all?

You're enjoying the phonograph, aren't you?

When will you get it?

- The child's awake. - I need an answer.

- Extremely penetrating sound. - It's $3,000.

- That's a large sum. - It is to me.

Lord knows what I was thinking.

You were conning me?

- You made me go through all this? - Frankly, frankly,

it's impossible to concentrate under these conditions.

We had an agreement.

You owe me money!

This is your baby. You bought it!

The kid doesn't even have a name!

Shut up with the shouting already!

You shut up!

We gonna start this thing?

- Give it another minute. - Your grandpa in the woods...

Sammy Sabbath from Philly?

- Manny. What about him? - He keeps hocking me for five grand.

- You agreed to advance him. - You had a gun on me.

I'll cover it.

- As a gesture. It's not a favor.

You should probably begin.

Gentlemen,

I want to thank you all for coming.

It's hard to believe that a year ago, a year and a half...

- Things have changed so much. - Sure, Meyer started shaving.

Kind of my point.

Nucky Thompson, Johnny Tome, Rothste'm, Waxey Gordon...

They have problems, they come to us.

- Exactly why we don't need them. - Speak for yourself, Salvatore.

What are you, my priest?

- Back off. - Charlie, we're here to listen.

As of this moment, the Coast Guard in Atlantic City is in my back pocket.

- That puts all of us in a very unique position... - Gentlemen, Sheriff Thompson.

- You start without me? - How long were we supposed to wait?

You lose the keys to the jail? (GIGGLES)

Eli, this is Al, Charlie and Meyer.

- We've already met. - Yeah, I remember.

Not as good as me, I bet.

The men talk, the geisha retires.

As I was saying, we have special advantages here.

You send your suppliers to a friendly port.

We offload, store it, truck it to you as needed.

With the sheriff as a partner, there's no limit to what we can bring in.

No worries with the cops, no trouble with the hijackers.

Torrio's got suppliers, Canada.

A fella Remus in Ohio.

Yeah, and Torrio takes care of Torrio. So where does that leave you?

How do you propose to handle Nucky?

He goes to jail.

I have Mayor Bader replace him with some patsy.

They both report to me.

The way this place runs, you have to keep people happy.

You have hotel owners, clubs, theaters.

They need to know that when one boss is gone,

someone else is there to keep things in line.

They figure that out by the get you shove in their mouth.

- I'm telling you it's not gonna fly. That worked with the Sheridans.

The Greektown Irish? - This one left the brains on the wall.

- So who doesn't get their hands dirty? - Are we counting notches now?

Anytime you want, Ciccio. Whenever you're ready, Sal.

This is not Chicago or New York. Things are different here.

And the way it works with Nucky, the way I say it's gonna work with Nucky...

Jesus Christ, just kill him.

What, is he King fucking Neptune?

He's creeping around with lawyers and politicians

and all of you with this bullshit pissing match.

Put a bullet in his head, get it over with.

I'm sick of all this fucking nut-twisting.

You and I can talk about it later.

Talk about it now in front of them.

Look, your thing with him, the political whattayacall...

- I don't see the angle. - You don't live here.

That's right, pal. So it's a long way to come for nothing.

Pop him. What's the big deal?

- He's just another old timer. - So's Arnold Rothstein.

Come to my house, we'll discuss that.

You would kill your brother?

No. Someone else will.

I'll call Chicago. We'll get a paisan on the train.

- He comes up, does the job... He goes home.

We start making some real dough.

Which is what it's all about, ain't it?

Well?

You don't like to keep people waiting.

Make your phone call.

I've been working out of the post office, if you can believe it.

The nearest law library is in Camden.

I'll have one of the clerks do it.

Yes, sir, I understand. That will not be an issue, I assure you.

What in damnation is going on here?

Where is agent Sawicki?

Yes, sir, absolutely.

Well, discovery is just beginning.

Who is this woman at my desk?

She's on the phone with the Attorney General.

Of course. Thank you, sir. I'll be in touch.

Agent Van Alden, I presume. Esther Randolph,

Chief Investigator Lathrop, and my clerks Pratt and Halsey.

- What are you doing here? - Beg pardon?

That is my station. This is my office.

The investigation necessitated ad hoc arrangements.

Ad hoc?

I am the head of prohibition enforcement for this city.

And I am the Assistant US Attorney prosecuting Enoch Thompson.

That's your stuff over there.

Does the Justice Department not give advance notice?

You and your colleague will practice discretion

with regard to what you hear in this room.

- Do you understand, Agent Van Alden? - I took an oath.

As did I.

Now if you'll excuse me.

In his testimony, confidential witness number two

claims that ballot boxes with Non-Republican votes

were tossed into Absecon Bay.

Take Halsey, nose around out there.

It's a long shot, but you never know.

Where's a good place to buy wading boots?

- You'll be eaten alive. - In the bay?

By Nucky Thompson. The charges won't stick.

And your lack of confidence is based upon what?

That the scales of justice are weighted down with graft.

My, that is shocking.

This does not belong to me.

Thank you.

How much are you charging for those things?

Only because you're pretty.

I'll fix it, don't you worry.

Come on.

Nice and light... Yes.