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( glass shatters )
Ain't no use in that stuff.
You said a safe.
Mm-hmm.
So where it at?
Somewhere.
This the right house or not?
( sniffs )
Yeah, these look real, but they ain't.
Gooseberried some clothes.
Ate our fill. Now let's go.
Buck, this ain't no place to be now.
Good morning now.
Know who we are?
The moving men.
- We're not moving anywhere. - We is, though.
Cash, whatever.
We gone, easy.
We don't have any cash.
Which is we?
What?
You said "we."
I meant me.
I don't have any cash.
Alone here?
Went to church regular.
What they taught me...
is that you can fool people...
but the good Lord always know when you lying.
Check upstairs.
Go on.
- ( piano playing ) - Boy.
- Man: Boy. - Man #2: Boy.
Woman: Boy.
- Hello, Albert. - Hello, Winnie.
Lovely to see you.
( whispers ) Boy.
What would you do for love?
Sir?
Would you hazard everything you held dear?
Family, friends, respect,
judgment in the eyes of an all-seeing God,
and call it a price worth paying?
I would. I definitely would.
That's how we are, men like us.
All or nothing.
Fresh ones every day.
I'm counting on you.
( piano continues )
What do we need the roscoes for?
Because I want you to get them.
( phone ringing )
I'm trying to run a business here.
It's my business you're running.
Sean: Nuck.
Fetch them from the warehouse.
Make sure they can handle guns.
You said Maranzano told you God bless.
They told the Indians they could keep Oklahoma.
How'd they get wrapped up in this?
Sean: Nuck.
Bring the muscle.
Man: Hey, stop staring at her ass and get to work.
Mickey: Who's gonna load the trucks?
There's eight million men looking for work.
Those bums down by the rail yard?
Hey, Nucky.
I don't like that element hanging around.
- You could be one of them. - Nuck.
Okay, one thing.
I don't take my mood out on you.
- What? - Cuba and mail.
Hello?
Woman: Long distance operator.
Your call to Havana, Cuba, is now connected.
I could have traveled there myself for all the time it took.
- ( laughs ) - Woman: Go ahead, please.
- Nucky: Hello? - Well, I thought it was funny.
How's our man at Bacardi?
And quite the conversationalist, too.
I'm sorry.
How are you?
I'm fine.
And so is Ronis, though he keeps making these squawking noises
about his expenses.
Well, I'll be back there soon enough,
so he can shake me down in person.
Well, that's much more polite.
And Senator Lloyd, how's he?
Gone. Flown the coop.
Hightailed it back to Washington.
Well, which one is it?
We've lost him either way.
So what do we do now?
I've got a big fish coming down from Boston
looking to get into the liquor business.
What rock did you find him under?
He's a Wall Street man,
among his other interests.
Well, I'm glad that my investment is well protected.
( chuckles )
What's so funny?
Radio: ♪ Let us sing a song of cheer again ♪
♪ Happy days are here again ♪
♪ All together... ♪
- How's that for an omen? - Turn it up.
Let's listen together.
♪ Who can doubt it now ♪
♪ Go and tell the world about it now... ♪
( louder ) ♪ Happy days are here again ♪
♪ Your cares and troubles are gone ♪
♪ There'll be no more from now on ♪
♪ Happy days are here again ♪
♪ The skies above are clear again ♪
♪ So let us sing the song ♪
♪ Of happy cheer again ♪
♪ Happy, happy, happy days are here again... ♪
Are you familiar with the name Abe Redstone?
Only vaguely.
He was a client of Mr. Bennett's.
He liked milk as I recall.
Was a client?
I haven't seen him in quite some time.
Are you aware that the name Redstone was an alias?
No, sir, I was not.
Aware.
Arnold Rothstein. Do you know who that is?
I take it you read the tabloids?
The advice columns, mostly.
Mr. Rothstein was a rather notorious figure.
Well known to law enforcement.
A gambler and a bootlegger
with ties to the narcotics trade.
Oh, my.
Abe Redstone was one of his many aliases.
Well, as I said, it's been years.
Rothstein died in 1928.
Murdered by persons unknown.
And yet his account, or Mr. Redstone's account,
has been very much alive.
18 cash withdrawals since then,
totaling $111,000.
There was no mention of this account in his probate proceedings.
It seems that your Mr. Bennett had been siphoning the funds
and using the money to play the market himself.
Conors: And losing.
Oh, my goodness.
Mrs. Rothstein is conferring with her attorney.
Legal action against the firm is imminent.
Someone needs to answer for this.
You said it was Mr. Bennett.
Are these not your signatures, Miss Rohan?
I signed a great many pieces--
These are the ones we're interested in.
We don't have much, but take whatever you need.
Take it and go.
$9 in the purse?
That's my pay.
Part-time at Kresge's. That's what they pay me.
Where your man at?
My husband?
You on your lonesome. Where he?
Father works for Mr. Zimmer.
He's running a farm auction over to Chambersburg.
He's coming back soon.
What's your name?
- Fern. - What you do, Fern?
Go to school.
- Say what? - She go to school.
Talk for herself, can't she?
I heard her fine.
My ears is ringing.
Why you think that is?
Maybe you're not well.
We have headache powder. I'll get you some.
You all threw a big old party in here.
- I'm sorry, I-- - House all lit up.
Silver trays on the table.
Food piled up. Never seen the like.
We don't have parties.
We don't have the money.
I brung in the ice. Yes, ma'am.
She only this high.
Ribbon in her hair.
And the man
watched me haul that block,
put it in the cellar.
100 pound.
And all he give me...
was a "That'll do."
It wasn't us.
Then how come we sitting here?
Take the money. Please.
- We won't say anything. - Lies before the Lord!
He know.
And He just won't abide it.
That's the awful thing about Him.
What grade you in?
What?
You go to school.
What grade you in?
10th.
They send truant officer around.
Won't they do that?
Yes.
- They're very vigilant. - They what?
They pay close attention.
How you know about gals in school?
- Everybody know. - How you know?
Get the green and let's get ourselves gone.
In daylight?
Where you think we going?
( phone ringing )
Go on, handle that.
Make 'em scat. Go on.
They hear me, they gonna know something wrong.
You said you knew about the telephone.
Let it be.
- These here ladies ain't-- - Father.
He always calls to say he's on his way.
I can tell him that everything--
( breathing heavily )
Damn.
There a safe in that cellar.
Don't you tell me otherwise.
I done seen it with my own eyes.
I never forget it.
Let's all head on down there now.
Do what he say.
( clattering )
Where'd you move it?
Don't be signaling each other. Answer up.
- I-- - The bank.
Father moved everything to a safe deposit in the bank.
That's right. All the valuables.
Quite some time back.
What's a safe deposit?
They lock it up for you.
Inside the vault.
Yes.
We could go get it.
- Fern and I. - Milton: That so?
Go into town, tell them to open it up.
And where we gonna be, Miss Fern?
You can wait here. I'll wait with you.
I'll wait and you go into town.
Is that all right?
Asking him for?
Three day on the run with this man-- don't say nothing,
don't ask nothing, but he know all about schools and banks.
I'll stay, Fern can go into town
and get you what you want.
The Lord, the Lord, the Lord.
Buck.
There ain't nothing come from waiting.
The father might show and we don't need that.
He up to Chambersburg.
Don't matter where he is.
Matter where we are.
- What you got in mind? - Tie 'em up.
The father come back, he find 'em.
We get ourselves something else along the way.
- On the way to what? - Wherever we headed.
We ain't headed nowhere.
Narcisse: How do you wish to be addressed?
I'm good with Charlie.
Benny.
Ma called me Pitseleh.
Hmm.
Friendly little names.
Yourself?
Whatever you prefer.
Doctors make me nervous.
My concern is with the spirit more so than with the body.
Try that line on the next skirt you chase.
( chuckles ) Yes, indeed.
You had that deal with Joe the Boss.
We engaged as necessary.
Mr. Maranzano would like it to continue.
Perhaps one day our paths will cross.
That day is today.
I beg your pardon?
Mr. Maranzano is ready to do business
and offer his protection.
Against what?
Whatever problems might turn up.
( chuckles )
You're in Harlem, gentlemen.
Uptown, downtown, it's all New York.
My experience is otherwise.
You got the policy game.
The dope. The clubs.
And you got all those whores.
What I have belongs to me.
People are losing things all over.
Some guy, he's a millionaire.
Next thing you know, he's selling Chiclets in the street.
Or worse.
Chiclets?
Holding on to what you have,
that sounds like a good idea.
That's what Mr. Maranzano would like to help you with.
And that's all we had to say.
I thank you both for your concern.
And I'm sorry
you came up this far
for nothing.
What I love about the city,
everything's so close.
- Man: Boy. - Boy.
- Boy.
Boy.
Can you drive a pony cart?
- I think so. - All right, come on now.
- Mr. Beckert-- - Leave 'em at the desk.
- ( snapping fingers ) - Step lively. Customer's waiting.
- Mr. Thompson. - How are you?
Good to see you. Please.
- We'll have veal today? - Absolutely.
- After you. - Thank you.
Eight kids. I add it up right?
( laughs ) One short of a ball club.
So number nine's on the way.
I thought you were always on the road.
So when I'm home, I make it count.
So how many have you?
Two.
Theodore and Emily.
How old?
In their teens.
Goes by fast.
Well, hop to it, old boy.
Dynasties and rising share prices.
How's that?
Safety in numbers.
( chuckles ) My brother's got that covered.
Four boys of his own.
Ah, what line is he in?
He's looking after our interests in Chicago.
Family out there with him?
His oldest, Will. We're close.
Like a son to me.
Assistant US Attorney in Manhattan.
You walk close to the edge.
There's no law against inside information.
Knock wood. ( chuckles )
( knocks on table )
Oh, I took the liberty of ordering for both of us.
What on God's green earth?
Veal parmigiana.
Chef Vola takes an entire veal chop,
slices it lengthwise, breaded,
fried in olive oil,
drowned in cheese and tomato sauce.
I've seen wagon wheels that were smaller.
Some dago red with that?
I'll stick with coffee.
You'll hurt Vola's feelings.
He's got some big knives in there.
Hmm, well, I've no wish for that.
It's just...
it's hard enough doing business as an Irish Catholic.
I try my best to thwart the notion
that we're all drunkards.
Hmm.
You weren't lying. It's delicious.
Um, bring me a seltzer instead.
They judge us, don't you think?
The Brahmins and their ilk.
As if their fortunes just wafted down
from Episcopalian heaven.
I've dealt with it all my life.
Money doesn't know where it comes from.
And it wouldn't give a damn if it did.
One generation-- that's all it takes in this country
if you play your hand right.
You have a gambler's spirit, Joe.
Gambling implies risk.
I take the risk out of it.
How do you manage that?
By rigging the game, of course.
What else is the stock market good for?
( laughs )
There you are, sir.
( car passing )
There's beds upstairs.
Must be a while since you slept in one.
Where can we go? We can't go anywhere.
( scoffs )
Or you can walk out.
You take the money.
It ain't safe by daylight.
Cut across the field.
No one would see you.
You could take his gun.
Wouldn't you need that?
I can tell that you-- you aren't like him.
Yes, I am, ma'am.
I absolutely am.
And right now I need you to shut your mouth.
- Your daughter-- - Quiet, Fern.
Is she in school, too?
How old is she?
About your age.
What's her name?
You know my name. My mother, she's Marie.
Called her Maybelle.
What a pretty name.
Are you going to see her? Is that where you're heading?
You need to leave off now.
- She must miss you. - I said leave off.
Fern.
There's forgiveness for everyone.
That's what Jesus said.
Baby girl, Jesus was wrong.
( car approaches )
That's your father?
- I-- - ( car door closes )
( car engine idling )
( knocks )
( car door opens )
( car leaves )
It's for Fern.
For her spring formal.
Put it on.
I'm talking. Look at me.
Put it on.
Put it on proper.
It's upstairs.
The safe is upstairs.
We had to move it because the--
because the cellar flooded.
That's what you came here for, isn't it?
Mind your tea black?
Not at all.
I don't keep milk in the house anymore.
Turns my stomach.
Thank you for taking the time, Mrs. Rothstein.
Carolyn.
Margaret.
Won't you join me?
You go ahead.
Mr. Bennett had so many clients through the years.
Frankly, I barely remember your husband.
But as soon as I learned--
You live in one of his apartment buildings.
Do I?
Don't work it so hard.
It's not like you were his only mistress.
What?
West 57th, East 44th,
Leroy or Leonard, I can't remember which.
- Mrs. Rothstein. - Carolyn.
Carolyn.
Your husband and I had a business arrangement.
I gave him information on a stock sale.
- That's all. - In exchange for what?
The apartment for myself and my children.
And when he died?
I couldn't stop my employer from--
19 years of marriage.
Do you know what I have to show for it?
This tea set, that hideous chair,
this ring.
Oh, and humiliation.
Arnold left me buckets of that.
Everything else I've had to sell.
I know what it is to struggle and I'm sorry for--
I want the money that was in that account.
My lawyer says it's open and shut.
He's looked into it very thoroughly,
found out all sorts of things.
Conors & Gould is close to bankrupt.
Then I'll sue you personally.
I've nothing like that amount.
Your husband does.
I'm not married. I'm a widow.
Do you know where this is from?
Arnold gave it to me. He got it at a party.
They brought out a trunk full of jewelry.
People trampled each other to grab it.
Just the sort of thing that amused him.
New Year's Eve 1923.
The home of Mr. and Mrs. Nucky Thompson.
Tell me again there's no money.
Carolyn, please.
You're hurt and angry.
I understand more than you realize.
But...
you and I have a great deal in common.
No, we don't, sweetie. But we're going to.
Let's see how you like reading your name in the paper
next to "notorious husband."
- ( boat horn blaring ) - ( seagulls screeching )
( snoring )
"Enoch walked with God and he was no more."
What?
It's from the Bible.
I know that.
Do you know what it means?
Do you?
It means he didn't die.
Where do you get that?
I didn't get it anywhere. That's what it means.
If he didn't die, where'd he go?
He walked with God.
That's going in circles.
Maybe it's too hard for you.
It just doesn't make sense.
It doesn't have to make sense. It's the Bible.
He lived to be 365 years old.
And then he walked with God?
Do you have to do whatever anyone tells you?
My job, I reckon.
If I paid you 10 cents, would you kiss...
this pony?
You don't have 10 cents.
You were watching me.
- Huh? - In the grass.
No, I wasn't.
Woman: Darling.
Let's wet our feet.
Yes, Mother.
Hey!
Mr. Beckert.
I brought the flowers round, but there wasn't anyone there.
Oh.
Well...
make sure she gets them.
( music playing )
( men cheering )
( whistling )
- Man: Whoo! - ( cheering, whistling )
Woman: Yeah, she's gorgeous!
Woman #2: You've got it, baby!
Man #2: Oh, yeah!
Come on, honey, let's see 'em.
Don't be shy. We're all friends.
Imagine the drinks are your profit center here.
Man: Whoo! Come on!
- How's that? - I said the booze must be what keeps your lights on.
2,000% markup, it damn well better.
- Holy mackerel! - Is that what I smell?
( laughing )
General Motors convention.
So their engines aren't the only things that run hot.
( chuckles )
Talented young lady.
Kitty? I'm sure she'd love to meet you.
Come on, take it off already.
Want me to catch cold?
Man: Drop it, baby! Come on!
( cheering )
Courtesy of Mr. Doyle, sir.
What?
Take them away.
Bring us two seltzer waters.
- Make mine a tonic. - A what?
- Cola-Cola. - Yes, sir.
- What the fuck happened? - He sent it back.
Wants a soda.
- That's the good stuff. - I'm telling you what he said.
Whoa, Madame Curie. Give me that.
( men shouting )
Let's see 'em!
( cheering )
Seltzer and a Cola-Cola.
Thank you, dear.
What goes well with that-- some Bacardi Rum.
- Ah. - I am told.
Has the moment arrived for serious discussion?
Ready if you are.
I'd say that fella is likely to beat us both to the punch.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Well, his timing was impeccable.
( cheering continues )
( banging )
What you stopping for?
- Ain't getting nowhere. - Put your back into it.
The hell else you been doing for the last seven years?
You think I mean to keep on doing it?
What else you good for?
I got you out of them chains, didn't I?
Give me that.
( banging )
This ain't it. This ain't the one I saw.
It's all we have. All there's ever been.
Watch me break my back, he don't give me nothing.
That'll do.
- Father wouldn't-- - How you open it?!
I told you, my husband has the combination.
He's never given it to me.
I'd open it if I could. Why wouldn't I?
- Your husband? - Yes.
He up in Chambersburg. All day, all night.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe he ain't never come home.
He will.
He does.
- ( shouting ) - ( screams )
No man's clothes in that closet.
None in the drawers.
Ain't no man's razor in that cupboard.
No man's nothing in this whole house.
( hammer drops )
I see that.
You think I'm simple.
( whimpering )
I see everything.
I'll open it! I'll open it! I'll open it!
Please!
( combination lock clicking )
Liberty bonds from the war.
They're nothing to you. It's all he left us.
It's the only thing we have.
Chalky: Buck.
- ( shouts ) - ( choking )
( Fern panting )
( gun cocks )
Maybelle.
What?
Her name, you said.
That right.
Does she know what you are?
She knew what I was.
Take the $9 and get out of our house.
( music playing )
( men cheering )
The crow's nest of the HMS Thompson.
Nucky: Spot anything worth harpooning?
( laughs )
You a sailor, Nucky? Must be.
Growing up near the ocean.
My father was.
Merchant marine. Before I was born.
What did he make of himself?
Not a lot, tell you the truth.
Maybe it's what you needed.
How's that?
Fire in your belly.
I don't think about it much.
My father taught my brother and me to sail off Nantucket
and now I'm doing the same for my own boys.
Handing it down.
Feel like you're part of something bigger.
Why else do we do all this?
Bacardi would make for a nice inheritance.
I was slow-footed there. You beat me to it.
Doesn't have to be a contest.
Isn't it always?
Not if we go in together.
Why you?
Why wouldn't I partner with King Solomon
or others of his kind?
They've made offers.
Those men are gangsters.
What are you?
An advocate for repeal.
I'm standing in your office
and nary a photo,
a card,
child's drawing.
What's that got to do with making money?
It's what you're making it for.
Nephew who's like a son, how old is he?
What are you trying to prove?
That you've got a better excuse than me for being a crook?
We can play with words, but I've never broken a law in my life.
I'd call that a technicality.
I call that good business.
If that helps you sleep.
( chuckles )
I'll make you an offer.
You tell me what you really want
and I'll tell you if we have a deal.
I'm not interested.
Then I'll thank you for your hospitality
and leave you free to have your drink.
I want...
to leave something behind.
The young lady from earlier.
Kitty, was it?
Yes.
( liquid pouring )
Well...
perhaps I'll bring her a saucer of milk.
( door opens )
( door closes )
( muffled voices talking )
What are you doing?
Fresh flowers.
Lou.
Downstairs, now.
Tend to your duties.
What is this? Bulls?
Nah, just some fella.
Evening, gents.
Any of you boys seen a pie I left cooling on my windowsill?
( laughs )
We don't want no trouble, mister.
I'm pulling your leg.
Enjoy your soup.
Or whatever that is.
I need eight men to load trucks for Mr. Thompson.
- Pays good. - ( all clamoring )
Pick me, mister. I'm strong as an ox.
Probably smart as one, too. ( laughs )
Excuse me?
How old are you, kid?
18.
Is that how you want to start our relationship?
I'll be 16 next month.
So I thought.
One, two, three,
four, five,
six,
seven, eight.
After you.
Come on, mister, give me a chance.
I've worked a farm since I'm a kid.
Ooh, since you're a kid?
Why didn't you say so?
Please, mister. I'll give you half my pay.
I'm real hungry is all.
Nine.
- ( music playing ) - ( knocking on door )
Woman: Sounds like we got a customer.
( women chatting, laughing )
What can I do you gentlemen for tonight?
In the mood for some dark meat.
It's the only kind of turkey we got.
Your girls clean?
Doctor's very particular when it comes to hygiene.
Take yourselves a gander.
Tell me what you like.
Hey, sugar.
I don't know.
What do you think?
- Hey! What the fuck is going-- - ( gunshots )
( women screaming )
( screaming stops )
- Boy. - Yes, Mr. Whiting?
Someone left this for you.
I saw him yesterday.
On the beach south of town.
It's taken care of.
You caught him?
I did what's right.
He said he loved her.
You don't know what people are thinking.
You can't stop every bad thing.
It's just how it is.
This is all between us. Understand?
Otherwise, it's bad for business.
Man: Chairs, swimming togs and toys.
You, sir, you look like you need to relax.
Would you like a chair, sir?
Yes, ma'am, how about an umbrella?
Selling toys and togs for the kiddies.
One-of-a-kind pails and shovels.
Dig all the way to China, boys and girls.
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Mabel?
Margaret: I'm afraid not.
( music playing )
♪ Just a little room or two ♪
♪ Can more than do a little man and wife ♪
♪ That's if they're contented ♪
♪ With the little things in life ♪
♪ Living on a larger scale ♪
♪ Would soon entail ♪
♪ A lot of care and strife ♪
♪ We could be so happy ♪
♪ With the little things in life, dear ♪
♪ A little rain, a little sun ♪
♪ A little work, a little fun ♪
♪ A little time for love ♪
♪ And when the day is done ♪
♪ And a little thing that cries for lullabies ♪
♪ Could make a man and wife ♪
♪ Tell the world how much they love ♪
♪ The little things in life. ♪