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Welcome to Tampa,
land of money, ***, and
where it's always sunny.
You're interested in ***.
As a commodity, yes.
This is a business with
which you are familiar?
One of many.
I know you.
So how come we don't
talk anymore?
Mr. O'Banion hopes very much
Cicero becomes
your new home.
And where does that
leave him?
It leaves him
in Chicago.
anything I ask you to do,
you do not discuss it
with anyone.
I never have
and never will.
Enoch Thompson.
You know of him
or you know him?
- Who are you?
- The Bureau of Investigation.
Mr. White,
may I present Miss Daughter Maitland.
Pleased to meet you.
Ready to get rich?
This land is worthless.
You'll have to find
yourselves a new partner.
You told me he was in.
I'm here on new business.
- Where you going, friend?
- As far as you'd like me to take you.
- Henry, cut it out.
- Easy, Henry.
Mind your business, Thompson.
Well, go on, Romeo. Don't let us interrupt.
Enough money and the right connections,
you can do pretty much anything down here.
I've reconsidered. Tell your hillbilly
friend Tucker I'm in.
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It's Jake Guzik.
Set your watch by the Capones.
20, right on time.
Here you go.
The... vig...
- comes... to...
- 25, yeah. Yeah.
You break a saw?
Enoch "Nucky" Thompson.
Former treasurer
of Atlantic City.
His brother Eli,
Nucky's number two,
also the former sheriff
until he went to jail.
Michael "Mickey" Doyle,
nee Kuzik,
runs Thompson's
liquor operations.
At least partly.
Laszlo "Lolly" Steinman
is in charge
of the racing wire
and other gambling.
Nucky? Mickey? Lolly?
Where's Flopsy and Mopsy?
These men are murderers,
gentlemen.
Yes, sir.
This details
one local operation.
A criminal enterprise with ties
to others throughout the country.
You're proposing there's
a nationwide conspiracy?
It's all right here, Edgar.
These cities are almost wholly
run by criminal overlords,
each with ties to one another.
Waxey Gordon in Philadelphia.
King Solomon in Boston.
John Torrio in Chicago.
Within the last month,
Nucky Thompson was visited
by Arnold Rothstein
and Joe Masseria
down from New York City.
Our op in Chicago places
Torrio in Atlantic City
on November 6, last.
- Our op?
- Agent, sir.
So?
Criminals have friends
like everyone else.
Until you can prove
conspiracy, you have nothing.
You want proof?
I'll get it.
How do you propose to do that?
I'll find the weakest link
in Thompson's chain
and I'll break it.
I'll take a ham sandwich
and a beer.
Get me more Mecca for my neck.
I'm still peeling
from the sunburn.
I will have Tom do it
as soon as he returns.
Are your legs broken?
I have business to attend to.
Three deposits
before the banks close.
Right. Right.
Where's Tom?
He's on his way back with
Mr. Rothstein from the train station.
Make sure you--
make sure Tom gets
milk and cake.
Whatever Rothstein needs.
I want him receptive
to this offer.
I thought you were in a hurry.
Ahem, the deposits
while you were in Tampa.
For you to confirm
the dates and balances.
You have my every confidence.
Wait.
From the Chelsea branch,
take out $10,000
and meet the Broadway
Limited at 5:20.
- And then?
- Hop aboard. See the world.
Don't they have
jokes in Germany?
Put a white carnation
in your right lapel.
White, not red.
A man will approach you.
Ask if you have a package
for Mr. Brown.
Give him the cash and only him.
5:20, Mr. Brown.
Can you handle this?
I will protect it with my life.
Don't be so dramatic.
It's only money.
♪ If I should take a notion ♪
♪ To jump into the ocean ♪
♪ 'Tain't nobody's business ♪
♪ If I do
♪ Do, do, do
♪ If I go to church on Sunday ♪
♪ Then just tear it down
on Monday ♪
♪ 'Tain't nobody's
business if I do. ♪
Mr. White.
Miss Maitland.
Enjoying the show so far?
Your man there can play.
Last I checked, there was a
singer up there with him.
Got no complaints.
No compliments, either.
You just go on singing
to the folks need to hear you.
I've been waiting
to talk to you.
It's my mama.
She's sick.
Sorry to hear that.
May be pertussis
or consumption.
Can't say,
but she asking for me.
You got somebody
to make your collects?
My boys up on it.
Be back from Baltimore
in two days.
If it's all right with you.
You got family to tend to,
go and tend to them.
Eat that, Wyatt Earp.
Set me up again, Mueller.
Five spot says it takes
you both barrels.
Oh, I'll take your money.
I bagged four Filthy-pinos,
summer of aught-one.
Oh, that so?
Ah, ***!
I'm shot!
Did you-- did you--
- The ***?
- "I bagged four Filthy-pinos," he says.
I can't see.
I'm blind.
Oh, I'm gonna *** myself.
Mueller, help him up there.
- Jesus Christ, Deano.
- It's a little dirt.
- It was just a gag.
- I could have lost a *** eye.
I said it was a gag.
You want me getting sore?
No. Sure, yeah.
What you said.
I missed it?
God damn it.
Delivery down St. Luke's.
- One of the Capones.
- Al or Frank?
That bloater
makes their collections.
- Bad ticker.
- Shame.
Like to make a nice wreath
for one of them guineas.
I'm gonna maybe go
lay down in the truck.
Hey, get that beer
over to Schultzie's first.
George,
toss some daisies together.
The day-olds.
Hoof 'em up to the hospital.
Honestly, I'd prefer
to avoid the Capones.
Last time I got this.
They don't soak in, you know.
- I'm awake.
- You actually have to read them.
Thank your mother.
"Tess of the De-erber"?
Beats me.
200 bucks a semester, beats me?
Your mother said you've been walking
around with your bottom lip on the floor.
What gives?
- Nothing.
- Bull.
- Grades?
- They're okay.
- One letter home I find out.
- They're okay.
Good at chemistry.
What, then?
A girl?
I'm just not happy there, okay?
Happy?
You're there to get
an education.
You think I'm happy?
It's just these kids are
a bunch of stuck-up jerks.
You're a Thompson.
Who are they?
Philadelphia mostly.
New York.
Met one other kid from Atlantic
City and he dropped out.
Yeah, well, you're the only
boy from Atlantic City
anybody needs to know.
Remember that.
You're there to make
something of yourself.
For your mother.
I'm trying, okay?
Try harder.
I don't want to hear
this nonsense again.
You got broad shoulders.
Remember why you're there
and do what you have to do.
They call this food?
- I'm hungry.
- You're always *** hungry.
This *** will kill you
soon as a bullet.
Just some ricotta
and white sauce
to settle your stomach, huh?
Thanks, fellas.
Next time, tell that lazy *** to
come down the street to pay you, huh?
I'll be out in a week.
I only missed three pickups.
You get your strength back.
I'm gonna slip
one of these nurses a fin.
Get you a nice
little sponge bath.
Make it a couple of nurses.
There's a lot of Jake to sponge down.
When was the last time
we did a pickup?
Me and you?
Brooklyn.
Frankie Yale, back when
we was Five Points.
That guy with the wooden teeth.
I still got *** splinters.
So how about it, huh?
You and me.
We finish Jake's collections.
Sure.
Why not?
Oh!
Who sent for the undertaker?
Hello.
These are the flowers you ordered.
What?
This is the *** he sends?
I got weeds under my porch
nicer than these.
See that?
They don't even stand up.
Mr. O'Banion meant
no disrespect.
The man's sick. How else is
he supposed to take it, huh?
If you'd prefer
some begonias...
See? This is what your soft-soap
gets us with O'Banion.
How's the melon?
I suppose it could
have been worse.
Yeah, you're right.
Could have been me.
So, Deano, he misses us?
You know Mr. O'Banion.
Always jocular.
I heard he opened
two new speaks
down on the Gold Coast.
Hmm.
Well, I'm sure Mr. Guzik
needs his rest.
Hey, where you going?
We're talking.
Mr. O'Banion is waiting.
He can wait.
Huh?
See? Watch.
14,000 acres,
70 bucks per.
It's my understanding that Florida
real estate is played out.
Except we're not buying land,
we're buying opportunity.
Think Frisco in '48.
Gold, Nucky?
Better. We've got
water on three sides
half a mile from the
Atlantic Coast rail line.
A trawler can reach
the Bahamas in 22 hours.
- Havana in 28.
- Rum.
The best in the world,
straight from the islands.
McCoy and the boats take it straight
up the coast to port in Atlantic City.
- Or New York.
- And reload with our whiskey.
A spirit in tragically
short supply down there.
- Competition?
- None of any consequence.
As long as we act now,
plant our flag.
Time those hayseeds figure out what
we're working, we'll be in clover.
And our friends
a bit closer to home?
Masseria won't go
past Brooklyn.
What I require is a partner
with a level head.
Not to mention
a half million dollars.
I'm assuming
at least as much risk,
which I generally
choose to avoid.
Who to believe--
the Nucky who told me
only weeks ago he was
satisfied with what he had,
or the Nucky who stands
before me now?
Circumstances change, Arnold.
People change.
Do they?
Last year took a toll
on both of us.
You can wallow in the past
or you can come aboard
and do historically what
we've been pretty good at--
making money.
A pity you left office.
How soon do you need
a decision?
Take the evening.
I'll mull it downstairs
over poker.
I trust you'll join me?
- Later on, perhaps.
- Good.
I find you don't
really know a man
until you play cards with him.
Don't we know
each other, Arnold?
One would have thought so.
Sure you want to trust him?
You know anyone else
with that kind of money?
Beautiful office.
I myself find
it rather ostentatious.
It belongs to Mr. Garvey,
who at the moment
is fighting deportation.
What he do?
He founded this organization.
Am I to assume by your
presence, Mr. Purnsley,
that you are a ***
in need of improvement?
You are far from home.
From your broad features,
Senegambia
or Loango.
That there green is from
the powder I sell for you.
We agreed I would see you
in Atlantic City.
Well, I thought I'd just--
Ignore my explicit instruction?
- No, sir. I just--
- You are standing in the offices
of the Universal *** Improvement
Association, Mr. Purnsley.
This is not that.
This is something else.
- Mr. Narcisse--
- Doctor.
I just wanted to let you know,
Doctor, that I could--
It's a shame you wasted
your trip, Mr. Purnsley.
- But listen.
- Miss Walker will show you out.
Should take out an ad,
That's for me.
Oh, for Christ--
You got a package
for Mr. Brown?
You new?
'Cause it's usually
a different guy.
I have been integral to
Mr. Thompson's organization
for quite some time.
Good day to you.
Whoa, whoa, hold on.
Is there a place
besides this *** outside
the station I could eat?
What type of fare?
Steak, some spuds.
The Knife & Fork
does an excellent chop.
Where is that?
I got a train back at 9:30.
- Atlantic Avenue where it crosses--
- You take me.
I am not a chauffeur, sir.
No offense. I'll get a hack.
What's it called?
Knives & Forks?
I eat here again,
I'm gonna get the trots.
Come.
I will take you in my Packard.
All aboard!
It's okay.
Is that all that's left? There's
supposed to be 20 kids.
We'll cut it.
Just so you know,
I was zazzled last time.
Or else I would never
have let him do that..
Wasn't for my pop
what he'd do to me,
Henry'd be short some teeth,
Probably he'd just have
his dad by him new ones.
He's gonna be there,
you know, tonight,
drinking your *** again.
If we cut these three
and make six,
you think that's enough
to get everybody tight?
Sure.
That one for us?
This is for my old pal Henry.
My buddy.
You did good back there.
Thank you, but I really
should be going.
Buzz again.
Give it a minute.
All right.
Hold your horses.
My wife, she's making lapskaus.
It's a type of stew.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Jerry Flentje, he home?
He's always home. What, you want him?
Ring his buzzer.
Miss, we've come
a long way to see our pal.
And a good surprise is nothing
without the surprise
of the thing, am I right?
- You a friend of his?
- Yeah, we go way back.
I don't see him much anymore
since the two bums got married.
We know Jerry lives here,
just not what apartment.
2D.
I'm 1C in case he ain't home
and you want to leave a note.
What do you want?
- I can't.
- Don't be scared.
Who the
*** let them in?!
Nice job.
This Tampa thing goes,
you think you can
run things here?
- You'd move?
- McCoy's a good man,
but he can't build a city
from the ground up.
This is home, Nuck.
You got family.
You've got family.
You are family, too, of course.
June, the kids.
But it's not the same.
Whatever you need,
I'll take care of it.
Thank you.
If Rothstein kicks in,
you take the money,
meet McCoy down in Tampa.
Sure.
I just...
Willie's away at school.
There are some growing pains.
Four days, tops.
- If it wasn't so much cash, I'd send Eddie.
- No, I got it.
Might as well see
what all the fuss is about.
Sorry to interrupt.
Rothstein?
Got himself a game going.
- What'd he buy in for?
- 100 grand.
- So he's up?
- That ain't why I came.
He requesting the pleasure
of your company.
- Castor oil?
- It's not strong enough.
How about milk of magnesia?
When we broke it down in class, I
got the squirts just smelling it.
I like your thinkin', Lincoln.
We'll make our own.
What was in it?
Two compounds linoleic acid?
I think.
Magnesium hydroxide.
We'll whip up a batch,
spike Henry's ***,
- then stand back.
- Way back.
Kaboom.
Couldn't happen
to a sweller feller.
I believe you left
some lamb unscathed.
You know,
most joints like this,
they skimp on the seasonings.
Come to Chicago.
Take you to the Blackhawk.
Prime rib the size
of a manhole cover.
And you'd like it, Chicago.
A lot of krauts.
How long you work for Nucky?
11 years this past November.
You ain't just no bagman, then.
I am Mr. Thompson's
chargé d'affaires.
I'm kind of like
an equal partner
in what we got going on
back in Chicago.
I met your brother Albert.
Alphonse.
Good kid.
A little colicky as a baby.
Gonna make me drink alone?
Perhaps a touch.
I missed out on
the goin'-ons last summer.
I heard it got messy.
Lucky you had friends, huh?
All parties involved
seem to have benefited.
I ain't sore I missed it.
I got a kid.
Some of us were not so lucky.
Really?
Caught some lead?
Not as bad as some.
Me,
I usually handle the more
executive angle of things.
I run a bottling plant,
I make sure that the books
look legit for the operation.
Appearances are as important
as reality, Mr. Capone.
So what about you?
Got a family?
Ah, two sons.
Both of them grown in Germany.
One of them is the assistant
to the burgermeister.
A chef?
And the other
is a dental surgeon.
But nothing like America, huh?
With the boys growing
into fine young men,
my wife passed on...
I'm sorry to hear it.
...I felt I could make
a new life here.
Like me moving to Chicago.
Ah.
Fate has a way of setting
things in order.
To new lives,
Mr. Capone.
- Call me Bottles.
- Edward.
Come on, let's dance!
Cheers!
Here you go, Bucket.
Isn't he ever
gonna put that down?
Let's go over and distract him.
You chat him up,
I'll pour it in.
Just give it to me.
Come on.
Not too much or he'll
be able to taste it.
Three fingers or so.
Oops.
- What?
- Want me to clear out?
Hey, enjoying the party?
It's okay.
You look nice.
Find someone else
to flirt with.
Why not you?
I mean someone you
haven't suckered yet.
You think I was part of that?
No, you're a babe in the woods.
Have it your way.
Is that what you wanted?
Thompson.
Good stuff you brought.
We aim to please.
Raise, 1,000.
Surely things
aren't that bad, Nucky.
I keep it that way
by rarely playing.
This is a game of skill.
I suppose an intermediate position
is better than none at all.
Oh, sure, if action
is your only goal.
Why else would I have
asked you to play?
"You can't really
know a man..."?
Come on, you gonna
raise or not?
You fancy yourself
a sportsman, Arnold.
What would you do here?
I would play against me
like you mean it.
Says the big Ike
been losing all night.
How about you keep your
observations to yourself?
Are you in this game?
'Cause this is my money
on the felt.
The gentleman's bought a
right to an opinion, Meyer.
Meyer. Arnold.
Arnold. Meyer.
Isch gabibble dibble dabble.
Raising 5,000.
And now you've got
my attention.
Doctor.
Speak to you?
Meet me after the salon.
You have until
127th Street, Mr. Purnsley.
First off, regards coming to
your place of business,
I apologize.
Industriousness is a rarely
acknowledged virtue of the ***,
so I accept and acknowledge.
Your Mr. White,
his time is past
and his place uncertain.
Got the club.
Whole Northside, too.
A plantation run by Nordics
who throw you scraps enough
to keep you from starving,
but not enough
to make your belly full.
That's why I come. You tell
me what you need down there.
I don't need some skylark
***, Mr. Purnsley.
That ain't me, sir.
Never was.
All of this,
touched by the black hand
of the creator.
In Harlem, we should give no
more tribute to a Nucky Thompson
or any Nordic
than we would a bottle fly.
Your Northside may
as well be Mississippi.
If you had the right man
running things down there...
Where you afro fools going?
The downfall of
the Libyan, Mr. Purnsley,
is what we used to call
a duppy in the islands.
A duppy is a vampire
who sucks the blood from
his people, lays them low.
This duppy gad about
as if he in a brier patch,
waiting for master
to ring the dinner bell.
Our people flourish
when they are able
to be the angels
of their better natures.
This duppy, this ***,
is what will happen
unless there are Libyans
prepared to instruct him
in the uplift
of the race.
She is fine. That's yours?
***, you lost
your *** mind.
***!
Who, Mueller?
Hand to God.
Ask him.
It's true.
It's called akavit.
- What's it taste like?
- Like ***.
Like ***.
Good for you,
skimming from that Irish ***.
Tell you what,
you keep busting heads for us
while we square this election,
we'll give you
the-- the aka--
- What is it?
- Akavit.
Yeah, right.
You get the Cicero
action on it.
Much as you can make.
- But Mr. O'Banion is--
- Cicero is where the action is gonna be.
Pick a winner, Mueller.
*** me.
Ain't that one
of O'Banion's speaks?
Mueller.
- I, uh...
- Yeah, it is.
They use the bread
trucks for ***.
And if you're stupid enough
to leave your shipment
- right out on the street...
- You're practically begging us.
It may just be a bread truck.
I may be kinda hungry.
Yeah, I could eat.
You follow in the car.
- Mr. Capone, please. I--
- Come on, get in.
Get in!
Live a little, huh?
Wa-hoo!
Whoo!
It's to you, sir.
Do you recall our first
encounter, Mr. Thompson?
You needed supplies
for a wedding.
Is that what I said?
Something like that.
What the hell
are we doing here?
You were a type I'd recognized.
What type is that?
Small-town glad-hander
peering over the fence,
eager to stick his finger
in a new piece of pie.
I don't like pie.
Well,
I have learned
something new about you.
Everything you want from me
tonight is on the table.
That's more exciting
to you than it is to me.
Why does that make me sad?
Jesus Christ.
You need to send for a priest?
Maybe not in your case.
Do you have any idea
who you're talking to?
Yeah, someone who's taking
a long time to lose.
And back off from my shoulder.
Meyer, it's all an aspect
of the contest.
May I impose upon
the house's good nature?
How much?
$200,000.
There are other games, Arnold.
No, there's only
the game you're in now.
Give Mr. Rothstein
a marker for 200,000.
All in.
Call.
Flush, queen high.
Ahem.
I figured you for a straight.
Then you figured me
wrong again.
Nice getting
to know you, Arnold.
...baumkuchen, strudel,
schwarzwalder kirschtorte.
I swear he gets
fatter by the day.
Because you're getting him
ready for the slaughter.
From strudel chef
to company president.
Ausgezeichnet!
- What's the matter?
- You have missed your train.
Trains are like ***--
you miss one,
you can hop on the next.
- Another round?
- Yeah.
So, how is work with you?
- I have no complaints.
- Since when?
All we've been hearing is how
you despise shining his shoes.
That is no longer
required of me.
Because of the injury?
Because I have
received a promotion.
- Oh!
- What are your new duties?
You will not tell us?
A gangster with a Tommy gun.
What are they singing about?
It's about the Rhine, to be
young, and a pretty girl.
- A happy song, a very happy song.
- Sounds good to me.
You check the other door?
- Come on, come on.
- You put enough in?
I thought I did.
Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
It's occupied, Hank.
I got to go!
Hold up.
Hey, everyone.
Who thinks Henry should
show us the Charleston again?
- Yeah!
- Come on, really cut it up.
- Let me go, Thompson.
- What's the matter?
I got to--
Oh!
- What the hell?
- Oh, my God!
Oh, jeez.
Oh, my God.
Some air?
You know, most kids are
out of diapers by college.
Disgusting.
Will someone let me
in the john, please?
Who's in the bathroom?
Take the wheel.
Come on.
Oh, ***.
Come on, take a snoot.
Clear your head.
I'm quite alert already.
Thank you.
Beats my wife's coffee,
I'll tell you that much.
So, O'Banion,
he been treating you right?
He's a joker.
A prankster
in a violent sort of way.
Takes things too far, huh?
There's a time for levity.
I do have a sense of humor.
He pays me well, but he doesn't
treat me with respect.
You could work for me.
In Cicero?
Election's coming up.
We get that sewed up,
things are bound to get busier.
And you'd clear it
with Mr. O'--
What the *** was that?
Hello?
Let me out!
Let me out!
It's not funny!
Let me out!
Hello?
You know whose truck this is?
Who the *** are you?
Sorry. Jesus. Sorry, fellas.
I didn't know it was--
All right, all right.
Relax.
You can take it.
I-- I can walk.
It's my fault anyway.
I fell asleep, you know?
- Mueller?
- No. I--
It's okay. It's okay.
I didn't see nothing.
It's fine.
Take it easy.
Tell you what.
We'll give you 10.
What?
- Okay. Jesus, Jesus.
- Nine, eight, seven...
What do you want me to do?
Makes no difference to us he
tells O'Banion about this.
- Three...
- ***. ***.
Two...
It's jammed.
Whoo!
One.
Willie.
Willie, wake up.
- What's wrong?
- You better come.
- Hey, guys, what's all the commotion?
- Oh, my God.
He kept going to the bathroom all night.
I heard him.
Why won't he close
his eyes or something?
Call.
- Jacks, a pair.
- Fresh deck, please.
Maybe we should
call it a night.
- It's early yet.
- It's nearly dawn.
They're eating dinner in China.
I said fresh deck.
I just opened this one, sir.
I don't like the feel of it.
You have some other engagement?
Don't look at him.
Don't look at him.
Look at me.
I'm the player.
A.R.
Wouldn't it be best
people don't see you like this?
Okey-coakley, Meyer.
Gentlemen.
I've relished the action.
Thanks for the
pocket change, Goldstein.
Rothstein.
Time to settle up.
Mr. Thompson,
I realize--
He's good for up to a million.
Thank you, but no.
I'm asking you don't extend
him any more credit.
Is he not good for it?
Of course he is, but...
everyone hits a rough
patch now and again.
Is that what it is?
He's a great man, A.R.,
but he doesn't like to lose.
Nobody likes to,
but we all have to learn how.
The Tampa deal,
I'm taking it off the table.
- If it's a matter of money--
- It's not.
I can't rely on
a man so blinded
by his obsession with winning.
Tell him I'll find
a new partner.
Would the terms of your
proposal be the same?
- For who?
- For me.
Without Rothstein?
Mr. Rothstein
is not my boss.
We share some
business dealings--
Tell me something
about yourself.
I'm a businessman.
Charlie and I have partnered in
several high-level endeavors.
No, about yourself.
What kind of man you are.
When I was a boy,
my father moved us from Russia
to the Lower East Side.
He was weak, my father.
Never stood up.
One day on my way to school,
I got stopped by a gang
of older boys.
The leader said he wanted
my lunch money.
I told him go *** himself.
He laughed.
Said hid he'd beat it
out of me.
So I spit in his face.
He did beat me.
They all did.
And they took my money.
Next day, same thing.
Again, I spit in his face,
again we fought.
But the third day,
the kid asked me
to join his gang.
He was Charlie Luciano.
That's how we teamed up.
Last year we made more money than
the President of the United States.
And I think you'll find us
to be responsible partners
both here or in Florida
should you feel the need
for eyes on your investment.
$500,000.
Done.
- In 48 hours.
- Done.
The money doesn't show,
this conversation didn't happen
and it won't ever happen again.
So the election--
you'll help out for the day?
We understand some voters
are still a little confused.
Nice place.
Stick with us.
We'll move you into something
with indoor plumbing.
See you in a few hours.
You know, you never really know a
man until you play cards with him.
Allow me to introduce myself.
Eddie.
Eddie!
Did you need something?
No. Just...
I'm fine.
- Nein, nein, nein.
- What is it?
Whoa, whoa.
I'm gonna--
I'm gonna learn it
for the next time.
Perhaps you should just hum it.
Bottles.
Edward.
I'll be seeing you.
No wooden nickels, huh?
- Mr. Kessler.
- Yes?
We're with the Bureau
of Investigation.
- Gentlemen, I assure you--
- Lower your voice.
I have done nothing wrong.
Nucky Thompson's wet nurse
out all night,
up to who knows what?
If you will allow me
to explain--
- Come with us, please.
- But I have done--
One foot in front of the other.
Don't make a scene.
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