Boardwalk Empire

Is something wrong, sir?

Beg pardon?

Is something wrong with the coffee?

I can pour you fresh.

No, it's just... Look at that.

We're over the tracks.

Every time a train departs...

Never noticed before.

You go your whole life with things right under your nose.

Can I bring you anything else?

I'm fine with the cinnamon roll.

Now boarding at track 29

Pennsylvania Railroad Broadway Limited

with service to Chicago,

with stops at Newark Penn Station, North Philadelphia,

Harrisburg, Baker Street Station...

He's right over there.

Well...

I'm going to sit.

Can I order you something?

I don't really have time.

The IRT was hopeless.

- The what? - The subway.

Where were you coming from?

Downtown.

That's where you work?

Is that 3 cinnamon roll?

Have some.

You don't like cinnamon.

No, I hate it.

The woman who was sitting over there...

Well, she's gone now. She ordered one.

For some reason, I got a craving and...

Why am I telling you this?

I don't know.

You're not going to say where you work?

In an office.

That sounds mysterious.

You're traveling to Florida.

But I'm supposed to tell you.

You already did when you called.

Really?

I must be slipping. What else did I say?

That you would be in the restaurant in Pennsylvania Station

and that there was something you thought I'd want to know.

Eddie Kessler's gone.

He left your service?

I brought this for Teddy.

You... What?

His birthday. I know it's late.

What about Mr. Kessler?

- It doesn't matter. - You came here to tell me.

I just thought you should hear it from me.

He...

I don't know why, but he...

I'm working now.

It's a good job.

The children are in school.

Emily's doing well.

I...

- Whatever happened to Mr... - Look, I just figured...

- I don't mean to be callous. - Three hours between trains...

You can't turn up and tell me things like this.

Don't you see that?

The things that go on in your business as if it's a normal...

I work.

I pay my brother rent.

A picture at the Loew's Kings,

Friday nights if I can stay awake.

I'm trying to get on with it.

Do you understand?

Will you give this to Teddy?

It's not some sort of creature, is it?

We haven't the room.

I wouldn't put something alive in a box.

Don't worry about it. I'll send...

No.

Thank you.

- I... - Have to get back to work.

Yes.

I really am sorry.

No one knew how to look after you like Mr. Kessler.

So either he jumped or someone pushed him.

I'm working from the assumption that he jumped.

You are?

And if he talked to Thompson beforehand?

Blew your cover?

It could be you going out a window.

Or worse.

Those are the risks one takes.

Not if they can be avoided.

Stop spinning in circles, Jim.

Your informant is dead.

The operation is compromised.

This is months of work,

hundreds, if not thousands of man-hours.

It was a noble cause, and I applaud your efforts.

At least do me the favor of not pretending

you were ever on board with this.

A nationwide network of organized criminals...

It's real, Edgar.

Cyril Briggs,

Marcus Garvey,

Emma Goldman... Anarchists,

political agitators... That's real.

That's where the Bureau needs to be putting its resources.

Give me one more chance.

Let me poke my head up, see how the Thompsons react.

And if they blow it off your shoulders?

You'll have the satisfaction of knowing you were right.

Come on. Nothing's gonna bite you.

He lived here?

If this was my room, I'd kill myself.

I didn't mean...

Fuck it, he can't hear me. (LAUGHS)

What are we looking for?

Safety-deposit key.

Nothing gonna be in that box.

How's that?

Why else would he taken a header?

Just would have left with the money.

Guilty conscience.

You know all about it.

Check the suit.

- Look in the pockets. - Mmm-mmm.

Go on.

What is it?

"Business dinner with R. Capone."

He kept receipts. (CHUCKLES)

I didn't know that.

- What? - He had kids?

Maybe they're not his.

What's this?

It's German.

You can read it?

"Dear everybody,

"I stole the money and jumped out the window.

"I am bad.

"Also, $1.09 for stationery."

I don't know any German.

Here you go.

New pianist?

My son.

You let him sit With the help?

I thought you all slept through the afternoon.

Mr. Coates and I are working on something new.

First I hear about it.

Am I supposed to clear my set with you?

The people come expecting the one thing.

Isn't that what I'm giving you?

Then why you looking to do something else?

Maybe I'm bored.

Don't you ever feel bored?

If I do, I keep it to myself.

That doesn't stop you from feeling it.

What's your pleasure, Miss D?

Hmm... Malinda Brown.

Woman, that's a Sunday stroll.

Well, we don't want to wake anyone up.

I know how it goes.

There's a little dusky lady

In the land of Old Black Joe

Every night she loves to go

Strutting with her dusky beau...

Uh-huh.

Your eyes are a little jaundiced.

Show me your hands.

Palms up.

These spots, erythema.

That's from working in the yard.

Over.

Feeling tired?

Right now?

Generally.

Yeah, some.

Bruising easily?

Itchy skin? Really itchy?

All that.

How much you drinking?

See, now I promised my daughter...

Oh, I promise my kids lots of things.

I try to stick to them.

But...

How much?

Last eight months, nothing before dinner.

That's what I told her and I stuck to it.

On account of the boy.

And before that?

I'm no saint.

When did you start consuming alcohol?

In my life?

Fourteen.

Look, I'll stop.

I'll stop today.

Nothing after dinner.

It's not so hard.

This is from working.