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MAN: I spoke with the coroner.
He made the change you requested.
(SNIFFLES)
"Accidental drowning."
Mr. Whitlock made a persuasive case for discretion.
There is the grandchild in the matter.
I thought I had my son back.
Then he would reach for the needle.
And nothing I could do could stop him.
Would you like a few more minutes?
Yes, that's very kind...
We've made our farewells already, I think.
Would you like to say a last word, Mr. Harrow?
You two were close.
Jimmy deserved better than this.
(GATE CREAKING)
(FLAMES CRACKLING)
DEAN: You pour your mash in the kettle,
your corn, yeast, what have you, mix it with the water.
And you plug in the stopper, insert your tubing,
and fire up the heat.
(FLAME POPS)
You wanna keep it around 172, not quite boiling.
As it all cools down, drips out here, and abracadabra.
- Whiskey. - What'd I tell ya?
He's not half as dumb as he looks.
CHESTER: What's this?
DEAN: We'll be out of your hair in a minute, dear.
You're welcome as a guest in our home.
- What about the smell? - What about it?
- We have neighbors. - DEAN: Between the cabbage and the fish
in that hallway, who's gonna notice?
Besides, half of them are doing the same thing.
I got people like you all over the North Side, George.
Practically an army.
Nice little sideline.
Except you, of course, are working off a debt
for my help getting rid of that probie's body.
- I understand. - Good.
I want two cases a week.
That's 24 bottles.
Oh, and tomorrow you're coming with us to a meeting.
Be on the corner of Wabash and 23rd at 11:00 a.m.
I have a job, sir.
You'll figure something out.
Peddles irons. You believe that?
(LAUGHS)
9:00 a.m., the Hotel Astor.
I'm on the overnight express.
- New York? - Tomorrow, just for the day.
Rothstein or your other girlfriend?
Neither, actually.
- Where are we with the pony? - Hot tip?
- For Emily's birthday. - ELI: She can hardly walk.
Just stating the obvious.
That's what the pony's for.
She'll love it. So what do you think?
Morgans are nice. Calm disposition. Or a Shetland maybe.
June's sister had one. They can get a bit feisty.
Chomped her pinky trying to grab a carrot.
We don't want to coddle her, Eli.
Leave it to me. I'll get her all fixed up.
I don't quite know how to say this.
Just start yammering like always.
James Darmody is dead.
That is pure speculation.
No. He has drowned.
The death notices.
"Mishap while bathing at the home of his mother Mrs. Gillian Darmody."
What the fuck?
I'm terribly sorry for your loss.
Don't be an idiot.
- (HORNS HONKING) - (PIANO PLAYING)
I mean, you walk down the street and there's these ruins just sitting there,
thousands of years old.
AL: Hey!
Look who's back.
Hey-
(KISSES)
- So how was it? - Gave me a new perspective, that's for sure.
The medigans, it's a fuckin' rat race over here.
Italy, they take it slow.
A little bread, a little vino.
What, you want wine? We got a whole fuckin' distillery.
We don't have the feeling.
He was just telling me about the volcano.
- What volcano? - Vesuvius.
That's near Naples.
I know that. I was just there.
He says the whole place is falling to pieces.
That's not... I mean, the way they live.
Before we hear about the holiday...
Yeah, John, welcome home.
So we had a little eruption here, too.
Joe Miller.
- Do I know him? - He's with O'Banion.
- At least he was. - So he's past tense.
He insulted Jake, smacked him around.
And O'Banion, how'd he take it?
He's touchy. I kept it on ice.
He's gonna come by the yards tomorrow to hash it out.
I didn't write 'cause I know you was trying to relax.
I mean, I know you said you didn't want no problems,
and I'm sure you're sore, but there was nothing I could do.
You did what you thought was right.
Yeah.
Tomorrow, then.
There's still the matter of Tommy's guardianship.
- GILLIAN: Whatever it costs. - You're raising him in a whorehouse.
It's a health resort.
They're going to want to inspect everything, you know.
Ma'am, Mr. Thompson is calling.
Show him in.
Do you know what you can always rely on in this business?
What?
Sooner or later,
everyone steps through your door.
Leander, would you mind if I spoke with Mrs. Darmody alone?
You're working toward something. Remember that.
I've come to offer my condolences.
How very kind.
You can imagine my shock when I saw this morning's paper.
A young man cut down in his prime.
A troubled young man.
Driven to narcotics, truth be told.
I hadn't even realized he was back in town.
Last week.
Back from one of his excursions.
I would very much liked to have seen him.
And he you, I'm sure.
Things were rather tense last time.
To James.
(SIGHS)
Shall we stop now with all this nonsense?
It is nonsense, isn't it?
We should really be drinking to the sap who died in your tub.
You killed my son, Nucky.
- You're out of your mind. - And I'll never see him again.
A man who buried a son himself...
I had nothing to do with any of that.
...to stand there and lie to my face!
After all the disappointments, the false promises to him and to me.
I kept every one.
Here's what I came to tell you.
Whatever you're trying to pull,
there's something you'd best keep in mind.
You exist in this town because I allow you to.
- And all in all, I'd say that's... - Very generous of you.
You'd be wise to say that like you mean it.
Well, next is the delicate matter of the act itself.
Something you're looking forward to, is it?
My concern is that it be placed within the proper moral context.
I'm here to keep him on the path, Sister.
I will see you both next Thursday.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Am I wrong or is she flirting with me?
Every time we talk, she always brings it around to sex.
- Mrs. Shearer. - Do you have a question?
I need to talk to her.
Well, I have reports to attend to and maybe a chance I shall eat dinner, so...
I'm glad you were able to come to the classes.
I hope you're finding them useful.
- If there's anything... - My husband won't keep off me.
I told him I wasn't ready, and he waited for a while, but now...
Did you explain to him that it still isn't...
I don't want another child, no matter what.
That's not something we're allowed to discuss here.
It's what every woman who came tonight wants to know.
I made a promise to the sister...
You came to me, you offered help.
There is a pamphlet I can give you.
- (SIGHS) - It explains different methods...
I don't need a pamphlet
or some man to tell me what I already know.
When you first saw me, and I was bleeding...
I wasn't...
Yes?
I stored the milk.
I waited.
It wasn't an accident.
You understand?
I drank it on purpose to lose the baby.
I won't go through that again.
(SOBS)
What do you need?
One of those Dutch caps that go up here so I can control things.
But I don't know how to get one.
You have to ask a doctor.
A doctor won't give me a diaphragm.
A doctor won't even listen to me.
Doctors only listen to ladies like you.
(SLOW DRIPPING)
(DRIPPING CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
It is okay, husband.
Sleep.
(DISTANT PHONE RINGING)
Plan to take in any shows while you're in New York?
I hadn't really considered it.
Dizzy Izzy is a lot of laughs.
I could set you up with house seats.
Let's keep the favors to a minimum.
What do you do for fun, Esther?
I run naked through the pages of the United States Criminal Code.
Really?
I believe I can say with some conviction that the arrangements are in place.
Where is he?
Miss Randolph, do you wish to be privy to these revelations?
In for a penny.
I applaud your boldness.
Secretary Mellon is in Manhattan today attending to matters
particular to his private enterprises.
He will, as a creature of habit, take his luncheon at the Union Club
on 51st Street and 5th Avenue.
- How do I get in there? - You, Mr. Thompson, cannot.
However, Mr. Charles Rickson of Missouri can,
owing to a reciprocal agreement with the Kansas City Club.
Charles Rickson?
You have prospered mightily in beef, Mr. Rickson,
and your name is on the register.
What do I need to know?
Andrew Mellon is one of the richest men in the world.
As the head of the Treasury Department,
he's responsible for enforcing Prohibition as well as collecting the income tax.
Neither of which I understand him to be partial to.
And he despises Harry Daugherty.
Whom he regards as no more than a common thief,
not to cast aspersions on our employer.
Is that enough to get Mellon to arrest Remus?
The Secretary's business interests are manifold.
He is prominent in finance, steel, coal.
He is also the majority shareholder
in the Old Overholt Distillery in West Overton, Pennsylvania.
Andrew Mellon owns a distillery?
Pointless possession in this day and age,
but it is remarkable how large small irritations can loom
in the minds of great men.
That's all you're going to give me?
Rather more than you walked in with.
The rest will be a tribute to your resourcefulness.
You know, I don't think I do want to hear everything.
Come on, come on, come on.
AL: Notice anything funny lately?
- JAKE: What do you mean? - AL: At work.
You know, the way people been acting.
- Johnny say anything to you? - About what?
About what happened, Joe Miller.
Why? Was he sore?
I don't know. Didn't say nothing.
I don't like this, Jake.
It's where the meat comes from.
Hitch up your pants. They're hanging off your ass.
- Boys! - John!
(KISSES)
- You want coffee? - I had espresso at home.
Look at this place.
- You believe the stink? - It's where the meat comes from.
O'Banion.
- Dean, how you been? - John.
- You know Hymie Weiss. - Good to see you.
- There's a new face. - He's my muscle.
- What's in the case? - Tell him, George.
- Irons. - Yeah.
Press you out nice and flat.
- (LAUGHS) - Where you from?
Me? Cicero.
So this Joe Miller business, I've been very well behaved.
- Cooled my heels waiting for you... - I was over in Naples.
- Different world, Deanie. - Meanwhile...
People there, very gracious with each other.
- You know why? - All due respect...
Because they understand, life is short.
Threats? Really?
You show up after months and you got the gall...
Hey! John's talking.
He took a fucking barstool to Joe Miller's head.
Standing in our speak like you own the fuckin' joint.
This is how you settle a beef when I'm the one who kept my word, huh?
- Pompeii. - What?
Pompeii. You heard of it?
The town was buried in 79 A.D.
These poor fuckin' souls, for generations they're next to this mountain,
and they got no idea it's actually a volcano.
One day, they're going about their affairs and boom!
The lava covers everything.
- Not even time to run. - Right.
They're still there, hundreds of them,
frozen, like statues.
One fella, blacksmith or something,
still got the hammer in his hand.
He died doing what?
Banging on some thing for a few shekels or whatever they used.
And losing that money,
he was more afraid of that than losing his life.
Huh?
So, Joe Miller.
Al here's gonna work something out.
I came here to settle with you.
(LAUGHS) Well, there's your mistake, Deanie.
'Cause the person to talk to was Al.
The past is for suckers, right?
Depends what happens in the future.
John said to talk, so let's talk.
Let's have a look at you.
You're quite serious about this.
It's wise to be.
There's more blood spilled at horse fairs than anywhere else.
- Did you have one in Coleraine? - Oh, aye.
- Great gas of a day. - (THUNDER RUMBLING)
Yeah, my dad put on his best, strolled down the high street like a grand man,
jiggling the coins in his pocket.
What did he do?
He was only a clerk for the ironmongers,
but he had a certain air.
You had to admire it.
And a shilling for me to spend as I liked.
Licorice rope.
Fry's Chocolate Cream.
(CHUCKLES)
What of yourself?
We had a Welsh Cob for plowing.
I'd ride him when I could.
Till my father drank him away.
I did so love the fair, though.
People from miles around,
old bachelors down from the hills,
tinkers on the road,
dancing and songs coming out from the pubs.
Bit of life to the world, wasn't it?
We'd sneak away and wander.
And my brother, Eamonn...
What? What of him?
Nothing.
He'd walk behind someone, a fat man, or bandy-legs,
and imitate him when he couldn't see.
All I could do to keep from falling in the mud laughing.
(LAUGHS)
So you approve?
Of Kip here? Aye.
Seems right enough.
Well, folks?
Take him around the paddock, see what he's like.
The lady wants some time to think it over.
(CHATTER)
Can't see a thing.
In the theater, you'd know there's an audience out there.
Maybe you think you're too good for the movies.
Why would I think that?
Something I've noticed with you stage types.
(LAUGHS) Oh, I don't think I'm too good for anything.
I mean, I love 'em.
What do you love about them?
I don't know.
Sit in the dark,
stare up into the screen,
forget who you are for a while.
MAN: Most people say "where you are."
Pardon?
You said "forget who you are."
Is that what you're trying to do?
- Aren't we all? - (CHUCKLES)
Turn left.
And right.
Look up.
Holy thoughts.
Okay, let's see how the camera likes you.
You wanna do that?
Why else would anyone schlep out to Queens?
(LAUGHING) Sassy.
You know Gil Longacre?
I did Full Steam Ahead with Mr. King at Lasky.
Freighter, stowaway, Chinaman with a hatchet,
a monkey and a girl.
Sounds like a doozy.
Well, it paid for my house.
You two sit there.
Don't look at the lens.
- Keep your lips closed when we kiss. - Wait, we're kissing?
And roll.
All right, Gil's a charming gambler on the run from the law.
You're a showgirl down on her luck.
Not a lead, but, you know, the funny one in the chorus.
- The pony. - Is that what they're called?
Action!
Is this cab taken?
It sure is, and I'm the one who took it.
- Don't turn your head so far. - Do you mind?
- We're headed the same way. - Give him some lip, blossom.
- Keep your face out. - You've got your nerve. Why, I oughta...
And policeman outside. He's looking, he's looking.
What are you gonna do, Johnny Diamonds? They're after you.
Policeman.
Policeman. Policeman.
And he's gone.
- (CREW LAUGHING) - What did I do to deserve that?
- What didn't you? - Make sure he gets the message.
(CREW LAUGHS)
Cabbie, St. Patrick's and step on it. I'm late for church.
(LAUGHTER)
(STOCK TICKER RATTLING)
(FAINTLY) Would you tell him to turn off that ticker?
(TICKER STOPS)
You don't care what the market is doing?
This is meant to be a retreat.
Then I won't take up much of your time.
Why would you take up any of it?
Because we have an enemy in common.
Harry Daugherty.
You're not a member of this club.
I'm not a member of any club.
My name is Enoch Thompson.
You may have heard of me.
Or not.
In any case, the Attorney General and I have had dealings,
but those dealings have come to an end.
And the nature of these dealings would be?
Circumvention of the Volstead Act.
Should I continue?
I make no excuses for myself.
I'm a businessman,
a small businessman, and I'm sure you can understand that.
But for Harry Daugherty,
the chief law enforcement officer of the United States,
to be involved with, to in fact be the head of
a large criminal conspiracy,
something is wrong with the country, Mr. Secretary.
Something is very wrong.
Your sense of patriotism is offended, Mr. Thompson?
Isn't yours?
Daugherty is nothing but a shabby little huckster.
- I've always thought so. - The whole lot of them are.
That's what democracy gets you,
bandits fighting over a cut of the loot.
The income tax.
Sanctioned robbery with no constitutional basis.
- And Prohibition? - (SCOFFS)
A child's idea of morality.
I don't envy your position.
But we, I hope you'll allow me to say "we,"
can do something about that
and help each other in the bargain.
You have the power to arrest George Remus,
the biggest bootlegger in the country
with direct, ongoing ties to Daugherty and the men that work for him.
Arrest Remus and force Harry to show his hand.
A man doesn't indict himself.
Then you'll have something on him to use when you need it.
That's just as valuable, maybe more.
- And that would be your bargain? - No.
Your distillery. Overholt.
It would stick in my craw for the government to tell me what I could or couldn't do
with my own property,
no matter how trivial it seemed.
But that's how I am.
It's the little things that eat at me.
And you would rectify this how?
I'd run it for you.
It's a field I have some expertise in.
You wouldn't know anything about it.
We'd never speak.
All you'd see is the money.
And there's always a way to hide that.
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
Is that a yes?
Even a perhaps?
You brought some color to my day, Mr. Thompson.
And I do appreciate that.
- Yes, Mr. Mellon? - There's no cause for a scene,
but this gentleman is an interloper.
Please be ready to call the police
in the event that he doesn't leave the premises immediately.
I'll see myself out.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(CHUCKLES)
It doesn't make sense.
A pony, when there's no telling what the future holds.
What does it matter? She'll enjoy it now.
Could always take the shed and turn it into a proper barn.
Who's going to tend to him?
It'll be good for Teddy.
Learn how to look after an animal.
- Not that clearing out stalls is... - Please.
Something wrong?
Just...
You mustn't talk that way about what's good and isn't.
Why not?
Because they're just words and they don't mean anything anymore.
Would you teach me how to drive?
Right now?
No.
After.
And with the added bonus of steam,
your only regret will be that I didn't show up sooner.
Should I put you down for two, ma'am, or just one?
- One'll be fine. - (LAUGHTER)
SCOTTY: That's how you close 'em, boys!
Swell job, Ralph.
One thing, though.
Make sure you mention the enamel grip,
which is a lot softer on those delicate hands.
All right, who's next, huh?
- George, how 'bout it? - Yeah, come on, Georgie.
- Yeah, come on, strut your stuff. - Come on, George.
I'm not feeling my best, Mr. Gulliver.
I haven't been sleeping.
A good night's rest and a sensible breakfast.
A salesman travels on his stomach.
What I like is that Malt-O-Meal.
Phil, you be the customer.
- Okey-doke. - Come on, George, shake off those cobwebs.
- Good morning. - Ain't you gonna ring the bell?
(LAUGHTER)
Yes.
- NELSON: Well? - Oh, I'm sorry.
The bell's on the fritz. You'll have to knock.
(LAUGHTER)
May I help you?
Good morning, sir. My name...
Sir? Why, how dare you.
Can't you see that I'm a perky little housewife?
(LAUGHTER)
No wonder he's hardly making any sales.
Yes, ma'am. My name is George Mueller.
I am with the Electric Iron...
The Farraday Electric Iron Company.
Well, if you don't know who you work for, then why should I care?
I misspoke.
I'm sorry.
Ma'am, I am selling a product
that can save you hours of backbreaking work.
(HIGH-PITCHED) Is it a steam-powered dildo?
- (WOMEN GASP) - Because my arm sure gets tired.
(LAUGHTER)
- WOMAN: Terrible. - No, ma'am.
It's an iron.
And if you'll allow me to demonstrate,
(STEAM HISSING)
this is our newest model.
It has heat set... Three heat settings
and an enamel handle, which is very comfortable on the hands.
This tip, as you can see...
(HIGH-PITCHED) What did you say your name was?
George Mueller, ma'am.
And are you married?
(LAUGHTER)
- I am. - Well, Mr. Mueller,
if you screw as poorly as you pitch, you really should be selling dildos,
because your wife could use it...
- (IRON HISSING) - (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
- (SCREAMING) - (ALL SHOUTING)
MAN: Somebody stop him!
George, George, be reasonable!
(ROARS)
HANK: Come on, it was a gag!
George, please, calm down.
Somebody call the cops!
(PHIL WAILING)
(SCREAMING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(SOBBING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
(SOBBING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (BOTH LAUGHING)
What?
I am Sheik Hous bin Farten.
What?
I come from the mysterious East.
When my eyes go wide, I am irresistible.
- Come to me. - No.
Come to me in Araby.
- (WOMEN GIGGLING) - Silence! Silence!
None may laugh at bin Farten.
(WOMEN LAUGHING)
- BILLIE: What? - (SNIFFING)
What's that smell?
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
(LAUGHING)
Oh. Hello.
No, don't...
I said drink it. Don't blow on it.
Gus!
(LAUGHING)
I didn't know you were in town.
Thought I'd drop by the oasis.
Have a drink. We're celebrating.
- Bill's gonna be a movie star. - I don't know about that.
Well, she tested for Clifton King, and he loved her.
And now we're all boiled. (LAUGHING)
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
I haven't met the sheik.
- Oh, this is Gilbert Longacre. - VIOLA: He's a movie star, too.
I've got a picture coming out next month.
- He fights a monkey with a hatchet. - A Chinaman.
You fight a monkey with a Chinaman?
- (LAUGHTER) - You need to start drinking.
- I'll get you started, sir. - What?
- I said I'll get you started. - What did you call me?
Sir?
(MUSIC STOPS)
Gilbert, why don't you take that pig-in-shit smirk
and that bed sheet and get the fuck out of here?
Take her with you.
Why don't you watch your language?
Or what?
Or you'll wish you had, sir.
(BILLIE GASPS) Gus!
- Little fucking interloper. - Gus, you need to calm down. He's...
Jesus.
He's not worth it, Gus. Gus, stop it!
Gus, Gus, stop it! Stop it!
Gus! Stop...
(VIOLA SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING) Gus! Stop!
Stop it! Gus!
Get back!
I am not kidding!
BILLIE: Vi, give me a hand. Come on.
(WHIMPERING) Is my nose broken?
It's hard to tell.
You have to leave. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You're gonna get sued by the studio!
- How do you like that? - He will pay for everything.
Won't you?
Okay, Vi, Vi, could you just...
- Could you just please... - I'm not gonna leave you here.
I will be fine, all right?
Just get him some ice, all right?
- Okay? - You have money for a taxi, right?
Jesus.
What's it about?
What?
The picture.
A gangster
and a showgirl.
I don't like this arrangement.
I don't like looking the other way.
I don't like not asking questions I'm not supposed to hear the answers to.
What you're up to, who's here, who's not.
- I don't like you lying to me. - I never lied about...
Not telling, it's the same goddamn thing.
- I don't like it! - I don't ask you either.
I'd say that's mighty white of me, wouldn't you?
I can take care of you.
You won't have to worry about anything.
I'm not worried, Gus.
How long do you think this is going to last?
Don't you think I'm any good?
The business you're in.
You don't, do you?
There's nothing you can count on.
Look at your friend. You wanna wind up like her?
- Leave Vi out of it. - It happens all the time.
People just want something new.
In a year from now, two years...
I have a father, okay? He's in Newburgh.
He thinks a fist is a good way to end an argument,
and I don't live there anymore.
- That's how you see me? - That's how you sound.
I'm on my own, Gus.
I have been for years.
I like it.
(SIGHS)
And...
Go on, say it.
You're no fun this way.
And what do you want from me?
I just want you
to be my gangster.
- Husband. - Dear.
I... Excuse me.
- What are you doing? - We need to leave here as soon as possible.
- Why? - I can carry Abigail and two cases.
- Husband... - All you will need to do is bundle up Chester.
Husband, what has happened?
I... At work, an incident.
He... Bad person. And the other event.
Where would you like to go?
I'm open to any state except New Jersey and New York
and Illinois, obviously.
But aside from those, we can discuss...
You stop!
Wait.
(CORK POPS, POURING LIQUID)
- Drink this. - I...
Go on. Do.
(GAGS)
What's this?
The whiskey for Mr. O'Banion.
I make it all day while you don't come home.
Fourteen bottles.
You did this by yourself?
- Also three for us. - Us?
Aquavit.
When I was girl, I make for Papa.
Some orange peel, too, for flavor.
No. No, no, no.
We're not supposed to drink any...
Not to drink, to sell.
- Sell where? - On Kedzie Boulevard.
To Norwegian people there.
- What? - Syttende Mai is tomorrow,
the day to celebrate when Norway became free of the Danes.
We sell the aquavit for the extra money it will bring.
It's not what Mr. O'Banion needs for, so no problems.
Darling, I...
We do this so you don't worry yourself about losing your job.
We make more, we sell more.
We stay.
There is no need for us to be going anywhere.
We buy a house right here in Cicero.
When did you get in?
- (LIGHTER CLICKS) - Last night.
Late.
I need this room.
The roofers have to inspect the ceiling.
I told you I ain't paying for that.
I took a loan, Charles.
You needn't concern yourself.
Why are you here, anyway?
I got business with A.R.
And Nucky Thompson.
What of it?
- When are you meeting? - Tonight.
We got a dinner at Babette's.
You belittle my business,
break bread with my enemies.
Who the fuck you think you are?
Come on, I'll give you a nice hard fuck like you like.
- I want you out. - (SIGHS)
- I need a shower first. - Out of the business.
Here's a check.
$4,500.
The fuck I'm gonna do with a check?
Stick it up your ass for all I care.
Better yet, let Nucky do it for you.
Whoa, what the fuck you doing?
- Dr. Mason. - Hello.
Did you drive here?
No, I was... I was waiting for you.
I need your help with something and it's rather delicate.
Too delicate to discuss inside?
I would like to ask you
to help me obtain a diaphragm.
Is this what the Shearer woman wanted to speak to you about?
Yes.
Actually, I suppose I'd need two.
Two?
One for her
and one for me.
- (MUSIC PLAYING) - It was nearly midnight when I felt the pain.
The midwife was called,
and together we passed the night.
Hours later, after my ordeal,
she placed him at my breast.
It was just after dawn.
The whole world looked brand-new.
Do you have children, Mr. Rosetti?
Two girls. My little princesses.
Beauties just like their mother.
They're the lights of your life.
The sun rises and sets.
One day they're little, the next...
My grandson...
He's all I have left.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Mr. Harrow,
have you met Mr. Rosetti?
I have not.
A pleasure.
- Tonino. - How do you do?
I've restocked the bar.
- And Tommy is asleep? - Yes.
That will be all.
You use him to scare away the mice?
(LAUGHS)
Mr. Harrow was a friend of my son.
Are you familiar with Babette's?
Supper club on the boardwalk.
I ate there with Nucky before our falling-out.
Have you fallen out?
I hadn't realized.
He'll be dining there this evening
with Mr. Rothstein.
You don't say.
I'm not sure what time, but that shouldn't be hard to ascertain.
Why are you telling me this?
I thought perhaps you'd like to surprise him.
(KNOCKS)
You have a phone call.
Am I supposed to guess?
The gentleman would not reveal himself,
but he said you would be relieved to hear his voice.
- Who is this? - Mr. Thompson.
That's who you called, isn't it?
This is Andrew Mellon.
Sir, what can I do for you?
A few days from now, Treasury agents in Cincinnati
will arrest George Remus
for multiple violations of the Volstead Act.
Including the purchase of government liquor permits
from a close associate of the Attorney General of the United States.
- Are you referring to Jess Smith? - In exchange,
I expect the Overholt Distillery to be operational within one month
and generating a profit the month thereafter.
I assure you that will be the case.
Henceforth, you will not contact me.
- Is that understood? - Yes.
Then our intercourse is concluded.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
- Am I allowed in? - I lost an earring.
Which?
These hummingbirds you gave me.
I'll buy you new ones.
I like these.
And who are you supposed to be?
- Huh? - Stand up.
Oh.
Like it?
I don't know.
Yes.
For the picture?
Just felt like being someone else for a little bit.
Who?
Nadine Beckenbauer.
Where you from, Nadine?
Newburgh, New York.
No kidding?
God's honest.
Ever been to Atlantic City before?
First time.
And what do you think?
(IN GERMAN ACCENT) They told me it was wicked.
They were right.
(NORMAL ACCENT) Am I under arrest?
You're being freed.
It's a single premium annuity.
Again, please, in English.
Guaranteed income the first of each month for the rest of your life.
We already made up, Gus, okay?
That's not what it's about.
Then what's the gag?
Call it a mystery.
- I don't need... - Need anyone's help.
I envy that.
So what you do with this money and who you do it with,
it's nobody's business but your own.
Are you saying goodbye?
I'm saying, "Hello...
"Nadine Beckenbauer.
"Hello and good luck."
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
You know, if you change your name, you might go pretty far.
(LAUGHS)
I will put on a different pair.
(CHOIR SINGING IN NORWEGIAN)
Unlike steam irons, aquavit sells itself.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(SINGING IN NORWEGIAN)
(OPERATIC RECORDING PLAYING)
We were gonna go down to Nell's if you're interested.
I'm heading home.
Osso buco tonight.
Greektown.
Demos was short. I got someone on it.
He's good for it.
Need anything else?
Sounds like you got it all under control.
See you tomorrow, then.
Love to Mae and the boy.
(RECORDING CONTINUES)
- (MUSIC PLAYING) - BARKER: Freak show tonight...
And this gentleman,
he's trustworthy?
He's a Chink. I ain't inviting him over for Christmas dinner.
$50,000 a piece is a lot of money.
Sell it on the street, make 10 times that.
If you wanna make extra, sure.
- We'll make sure... - Thompson!
Mr. Thompson!
- Oh, shit. - (LAUGHING)
Baxter, you old so-and-so.
- How's tricks? - Gangbusters, I tell ya.
I'm selling radios now.
Aren't you going to introduce me?
George Baxter,
meet Arnold Rothstein, Charlie Luciano
and Billie Kent.
Charmed, I'm sure.
Well, don't make up your mind so soon.
(GUFFAWING)
Go ahead. No reason for both of us to suffer.
Don't malinger, now.
So you're out of the cutlery business now?
Well, there's a lot more silver in the Radio Corporation of America.
How about RCA,
the official radio of the world's playground?
Strictly on the QT, I know a charming lass
who's very close to Mr. David Sarnoff himself.
And I bet... (FADES)
BARKER: Here we go.
It's a game of chance. It's a game of skill.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE GROANING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
WOMAN: Are you okay?
What happened?
(SUSTAINED RINGING)
(SOUNDS FADE)
(COUGHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
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