Boardwalk Empire

Let's take it to the lighthouse. Absolutely.

- Show the way! Come on.

It's the liquidators. Really?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Say, fat chops, you got the time? Or did you eat your pocket watch?

- Bug off, you little shit. - Fuck you.

Son of a bitch!

Come here, you little guinea bastard.

Come back here.

I'm gonna kick the shit... Get over here.

Was that nice, Daddy?

Mmm.

Who makes you feel good?

You do, kid.

Me and nobody else?

'Cause I see how the other girls look at you.

Mmm.

But I'm your little tiger cub.

Hmm?

You just make me want to run around the jungle.

And...

Pounce!

Jesus!

What the hell's wrong with you?

I'm your little tiger.

Then I should use a goddamn whip.

Don't be mad, Daddy.

I can't help it. You just make me wild.

I'm fucking bleeding.

- Can I put some gauze on it? - Forget it.

Just don't get so carried away. Huh?

Mrs. Schroeder.

I was wondering if we might speak about a private matter.

Yes, of course.

A man has made me an offer.

Of what nature?

Financial? Domestic? Sexual?

Yes.

Who is he?

He runs things.

He'll provide for me and my children.

Will he marry you?

Iwouldn't think so.

There are various words for that sort of woman,

none of them are flattering.

He'll provide, ma'am.

Do you know why I live in Atlantic City?

- No. - Mr. McGarry owned a quarter interest

in an oilfield in Titusville, Pennsylvania.

A man from the Standard Oil Company made him a large cash offer for his share.

And so Mr. McGarry built a 16-room mansion on the shore.

Six months later he was dead of influenza.

I now live in a smaller house on Raleigh Avenue.

It suits my needs

and I have the freedom to devote myself to matters I consider important.

The Movement.

Temperance was meant to protect women, Margaret,

but the ballot box will free us.

Only one more state for complete ratification.

I've no mansion to sell, ma'am.

Which is why you must do as you see fit.

You owe no one else an explanation.

This contains useful knowledge.

I highly recommend that you read it.

Give me one of those.

How about you call in sick tonight?

Don't you ever get tired?

Not with you, I don't.

Like you do with the other girls.

- Not tired exactly. - No?

What is it then?

It's nothin'.

It don't work.

That horse cock? Please.

I'm serious.

You're the first broad in years who put any lead in my pencil at all.

- You don't have to flatter me, dear. - I ain't. Honest injun.

Couple years ago I had an affliction down there.

It got better, but then...

I don't know.

It just didn't work no more.

Then you met me.

And then I met you.

Yeah?

What kind of way is that to answer a telephone?

AR. -80?

I gather you haven't made it up to Saratoga.

Yeah, no, not yet.

- How'd you know Where I was? - I have a crystal ball, Charlie. You know that.

I see

you're not wearing your trousers.

So what gives?

I've been waiting for a report on Mr. Darmody.

Right.

Yeah, well I can't really speak to that now.

I wouldn't think so, considering the company you've been keeping.

Can I call you back? I'm with his wife right now.

No, you're not, Charlie.

You're with his mother.

A kid and a skinny fella in broad daylight on the boards.

I'm still thunderstruck. In this day and age.

They're not from your ward, you're sure about that?

No, I know every tick on the hind of every dog.

Maybe over to Boyd's turf. They had a dago look.

And what look is that?

Feebleminded.

I'll get the boys cracking, Nuck.

If there's a nickel of your money in a nun's cooze, we'll shake it loose.

Why don't we let Eli handle it?

And put a steak on that.

On the Boardwalk, Eli, 100 yards from my suite.

And laying in wait, too, obviously. That was his last stop.

Nobody from A.C. would be dumb enough to pull a stunt like this.

These fuckin' Italians though,

they don't respect the rules.

Luciano, is he still hanging around?

- Who? - Rothstein's torpedo, the greaseball.

I'll give you three to one he's either behind this or knows who is.

So is he?

Is he what?

- Hanging around! - He comes and goes.

I got other fish to fry besides him.

-(SOFT KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Well, fry them already!

I don't want this happening ever again

where some guinea pissant gets the idea that he...

Knock, God damn it.

I did.

Well, knock like a man.

I think I should not disturb you.

- Then why are you? - Frank Hague,

-the mayor of Jersey City... - I know who the fuck he is.

He wishes to tell you

he has spent several nights waiting at the Hotel Shelburne.

He does not wish to spend many more.

Unless you see him soon...

"There are many roads to Rome,

"but there will be only one through New Jersey."

Set up a dinner or something.

And you bring that dago in.

Careful. What if you miss?

The trick is not to, so I don't.

Are you fucking crazy?

Over there you never played five-finger fillet?

We did. I'm just sayin',

we were more interested in winning the war.

Go ahead.

For old times.

Johnny's coming.

Hey, Johnny, how you doing?

I got a cracked molar is how I'm doing.

- Did you see a dentist? - For what?

Might as well yank it out yourself, right?

We're sitting down with Sheridan, getting outta Greektown.

- How come? - I gave you the chance.

I don't need the money, I don't need the aggravation.

It was a... Whattaya? An oversight, that's all.

You wanna put me in a war?

That's why I brung you out from fucking Brooklyn?

You watch the door. You drive my car.

And you.

Are you smart?

Are you?

Go clean the Buick.

Fucking micks. No offense.

They crawl up outta the bog, come in here, my house, and spill blood

'cause that one don't know how to do business.

I think it's a mistake, Johnny.

What's with this Johnny shit?

Mr. Torrio.

To get out of Greektown completely.

We made headway at that bar, Anastos'.

- What kinda money did that joint bring in? - Good.

Not great, but it's a foothold.

I know you don't want a war,

but retreating?

How does that look?

We should talk to them, Mr. Torrio.

We should come to an understanding.

What's that supposed to mean?

I wish I'd known you were coming, sir. I would have prepared something.

It's a surprise field office review, Nelson. Lack of notice is precisely the point.

Of course.

I told you this isn't a damn storage room.

Clear out!

The report I mentioned in my wire, sir. I had planned to mail it.

Well, you certainly have plenty of stamps.

You're placing Enoch Thompson at the head of a criminal organization

controlling Atlantic County.

I believe I've established a pervasive pattern of illegality

as it relates to alcohol with him at the very center.

Where are the financial records?

The corroborating witnesses? What do I take to the District Attorney?

I'm asking for the resources to build that case.

I need numbers, Nelson!

Bottles broken by the thousand,

trucks, boats and stills seized and put out of commission.

There's also a capital crime there.

I don't see it.

Thompson sent James Darmody to steal back a shipment of whiskey

he sold to Arnold Rothstein.