Boardwalk Empire

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Look at the soldier boy!

You'd have pissed your pants if you were wearing any.

You think it's funny?

Easy, Princeton. I was fuckin' playing.

I need the keys to the car.

I can't hear out of my ear.

Quit your bellyaching and go back to sleep.

What the hell's going on?

It's okay. I'm okay.

- You're bleeding. - What?

This is never gonna work out.

What? No! Oh, come on.

You shouldn't have.

- Now, who planned this? Nucky?

Jesus! Fuck.

How long you been standing there?

I... Very shortly.

What do you want? I was rehearsing a speech.

Well, you asked to review the guest list for the party.

Right, yeah.

Let's hear it.

Hank Adamo, Steven Mueller...

I'm giving a speech next week to the Restaurant Workers Association.

What I was rehearsing.

Yes. Richard Berman...

I'm going shopping.

Get something pretty.

You know, you tore me apart last night.

Jesus, Lucy.

Make sure you invite Governor Edwards.

- He will not come. - I know. Despite that.

Can you believe they elected that asshole Democrat no-hoper?

I booked suites for Senator Edge and Mayor Hague.

Visiting royalty.

Edge especially.

Hand me my shoes.

Which ones?

Oh.

- Make sure Edge gets the bigger suite. - Mmm-hmm.

He's my ticket to that road appropriations money.

Ja.

Almost $30 million for Jersey alone.

You can bet your keister I'm gonna get a piece of that pie.

It's an expression, "3 piece of the pie."

Don't you have pie in Germany?

We have strudel.

Just make sure everybody gets laid.

"Could it be the beautiful young woman

"found shivering in the river

"is actually who she claims to be,

"the daughter of the Czar of Russia, the Grand Duchess Anastasia?"

It's like a fairy tale.

"Was she assassinated at the hands of the Bolsheviks,

"or did she masterfully escape the fate of her doomed royal family?"

Give me it. - Mine.

Give it to me! - Pipe down or you'll get a spanking.

There's no need for that now, is there?

You spoil them.

Look at this. (GASPS)

"Anastasia Romanov, thought dead these past three years,

"could very well be the rightful identity of Anna Anderson,

"the amnesia victim now claiming to be the princess."

- Who's a princess? - You are, my darling.

And I'm the Queen of England.

Really?

Where's your sense of romance, Edith?

It left along with my husband.

Read the funnies, Mama.

- Mind your manners. Please?

All right, quickly.

Then I've got to leave for work.

Let's see what mischief Mutt and Jeff have been up to.

Sorry, does it hurt?

A little bit.

You should try some opium.

There's a den in Chinatown. Let me take you?

I don't know. With all those hopheads?

It's divine, it really is. For whatever ails you.

That fella, AI, he can be really scary sometimes.

He's all right. He's just from Brooklyn, is all.

Is that where you're from?

Atlantic City.

Mmm.

Star Prairie, Wisconsin.

Right, sure.

Don't pretend like you ever heard of it.

What's it like?

Well, Grandpa was the first white man born in town,

Pa was the first man got sent to state prison,

and Ma was the first woman run over flat by a car.

So you could say I've got a lot to live up to.

I'll say you do.

So did you really go to college?

Where'd you hear that?

Al's always calling you Princeton.

Yeah, well, where I come from,

some people had an idea about what I was supposed to be.

- Your pa? - No.

That's not something he'd do.

There's a fella, kinda like... Kinda like Torrio here.

He saw me along through the years.

That's over with now.

So what's your idea?

Beg your pardon?

About what you're supposed to be.

Oh.

That's a good question.

Hmm.

I looked at your book while you were sleeping.

Yeah? What'd you think?

I'm heading west myself, like the girl in the story.

California, as soon as I save up.

You're gonna be in the pictures?

Gee, I don't know. Maybe.

Well, you're certainly pretty enough.

Don't kid a kidder.

You are.

You're prettier than Lillian Gish.

I'd watch you.

Would you save me from my brutish father?

He's out of prison?

Like Lillian Gish. Broken Blossoms?

I'd sure give it a shot.

Well, then maybe I'll let you come with me.

You'll let me?

I might.

How come?

'Cause I think you need taking care of.

What the fuck is taking you so long?

We've been trying, Nucky. It ain't like we haven't asked around.

Asked around? You're trying to solve a murder, not find a lost cat.

A cat would be easier. Nobody cares about some colored kid.

Chalky cares, so that means I care.

And you can bet your ass, come election day you're gonna care, too.

Control Atlantic City, you control Atlantic County.

- Control Atlantic County... - Control New Jersey, I know.

Well, if you know, then you'd know how much we need the colored vote.

Like it or not, they're 20% of the city, Eli.

And they vote the way he tells 'em to, so drink your damn coffee.

They vote the way I tell Chalky to tell them.

He drives a Packard, Nucky, because of you.

He lives in a house bigger than the mayor.

You seriously think he'd ever risk all that?

- Let his people vote Democrat? - At this point, no.

But there are limits to what he can sell those people,

and a lynching's not one of them.

- If word got out... - He needs you, Nuck.

- No one's ever gonna know. - And we need him.

One hand washes the other and both hands wash the face.

Take a lot of suds to wash Chalky's face.

You can wait in the hall.

I don't like that fella. I never have.

He's a good man, Halloran, ready and able.

Just step it up, will ya?

Gillian, fix it.

Let me see, darling.

Gillian?

You know, most women are proud to be called grandma.

Not while the peaches are still in season.

I shouldn't be very long.

Take your time.

I've got my man to keep me company.

- Say goodbye to Mama. - Bye, Mama.

Let's see here.

They make such shoddy merchandise these days.

You know, when your daddy was a little boy,

he had a blue tin train with big round wheels.

- A choo-choo. - That's right, it was a choo-choo train.

And it was a gift from one of my admirers.

He was in the dry goods business.

All better.

- What do you say? - Thank you.

Where's my kiss?

You are gonna break a million hearts one day.

You know that?

Run along now. There you go.

I just need to move it.

- Mrs. Darmody? - Yes?

I'm a friend of James.

His friends call him Jimmy.

So who are you really?

I'm what you call an acquaintance from New York.

That part I suspected.

- What's your name? - Never mind my name.

Is he here or ain't he?

- He's not. - Then where is he?

Maybe he's up your ass.

Have you considered looking there?

You got a fresh mouth for a broad.

Maybe I need you to smack it for me, right?

The roughneck bit,

is that what the little girls are going for these days?

Filthy immigrants, Christ-killing Jews,

anarchists of every stripe.

Dangerous though they may be, make no mistake, my brethren,

it is the coon that is the true bane of our great nation.

Up from the south they come like so many rats,

feeding on jobs heretofore reserved for white men.

Veterans, patriots, true Americans all,