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This is a raid!

Federal agents.

Federal agents.
Don't move.

Get the rats
out of those corners.

- Flush 'em out.
- Yes, sir.

Cash on the table.

That's right.

Give 'em
the third degree, boys.

Fuck.

You sure, Nuck?
Nothing to eat?

Thank you, John, no.

Grazie.

Anisette?

- John.
- For our guest.

Snuck it back from Naples.

Well, in that case.

So, what brings you
to New York?

I was about to ask you
the same thing.

I'm from here. Figured
might as well retire here.

You look good, John.
Relaxed.

I still can't swallow right.

A few crumbs from a biscotto
will send me into a choking fit.

Small price to pay.

If only I knew
what I was paying for.

I'd always assumed O'Banion.

A little closer to home.

Capone moved on you?

Let's just say whoever it
was, I got the message.

Most fellas in this business,

they get their
retirement papers

straight from the
Grim fucking Reaper.

Colosimo, Rothstein,

Masseria.

Got his wake tomorrow.

Joe the boss.

Richest man in the cemetery.

I'll show up,
pretend to say a prayer,

then I'll come home
and listen to Rudy Vallee.

Pleasant evening.

I got everything I need, Nucky.

I eat, go to pictures,
feed the birds.

I walked away from that other
shit and I never looked back.

Then I suppose you'd have no opinion
on who tried to have me clipped.

What?
When was this?

Havana.
Two days ago.

Jesus Christ.

I ran into Meyer Lansky
at a cafe before it happened.

He's down there all the time.

- What for?
- Who knows?

Get away from his wife.

Masseria, then me.

Within 24 hours.

Ask me, the little kike's
taking orders from Maranzano.

Sit down with him direct.
Look him right in the eye.

- Maranzano?
- I'll broker if you want.

Be your go-between.

Year in, year out,

different dogs,
same fucking bone.

Well, how many times
you need to hear it?

Take the hint
and retire already.

Oh lord, who watches over children

in this present life
and the world to come,

bringing them to live
with the spirits

of the divine rest,

receive in peace the soul

of your little servant Susan.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Damn heat.

Why haven't they come?

I sent a message for
the undertaker hours ago.

Say a prayer for your sister.

Go... go on.

Is she dead?

Hush yourself now.

She's with Jesus now, dear.

It's going to be all right.

- Take him outside.
- Shh, shh, shh.

Go, God damn it,
and get to your work.

Have we no money? Is that
why they haven't come?

There was a dollar in the tin.

- Leave me be.
- Did you drink it away?

- Just tell me that.
- She's my child, too.

The thought of
her in Potter's field.

There'll be none of that.

Quiet now.

She'll rest in the yard

so she's close.

Sorry. Nerves.

Res ipsa loquitur.

Mr. Thompson?

Yes.
Thank you.

Good luck.

William Thompson.

Robert Hodge.
Welcome.

- Is it crowded out there?
- A little bit.

Hypothetical...

You're an Assistant
US Attorney,

you're prosecuting a fella,
let's call him Baker.

Now, this Baker's been
arrested for petty theft,

due to be released
the next morning.

That night, a detective calls,

says he's certain this is the
same Baker who's a stickup artist

from Ohio wanted
for a string of robberies.

What he needs is for you to
misplace Baker's paperwork

till the file arrives from
Youngstown in two more days.

If you don't and Baker's released,
chances are he'll flee.

Well?

I can't do it.

So he cools his heels awhile.

Three squares and a cot.

That's not a bad deal
for anyone nowadays.

- It's unethical, sir.
- He's an ex-jailbird.

He killed a railway clerk.

He left a wife and six kids

and you can't do
the police a simple favor?

The law is a shield,
sir, not a sword.

Holy Spirit High School,
Atlantic City.

Then Temple in Philadelphia
and St. John's Law in New York.

Atlantic City.

I don't suppose you're related
to Nucky Thompson.

He's my father's brother.

That relationship is usually
classified as Uncle.

Well, you don't get to choose
your relatives, sir.

No.

But some of us get to choose
our staff members.

- Mr. Hodge, I...
- Thank you for coming in.

I'd tail him myself
if I had to.

- What?
- Baker, your stickup man.

I'd make sure he was released
in accordance with the law,

but I wouldn't let him
out of my sight

until the file arrived
from Youngstown.

I want to be a prosecutor, sir.

I want to put
criminals in jail.

The ones who divide families.

I've lost my own father,

heard my mother cry herself to
sleep more times than I can count.

I know the way crime eats
you out from the inside.

I know it and I hate it.

Give me a chance, sir.
Please?

Let me do something good
with my life.

"Public Enemy," "Little Caesar,"
have you seen either of those?

Comedies.
Good for a chuckle.

Where's Mike?!

He's on his way, I guess.

You guess?
Go fucking find him.

- Dove?
- Where the fuck is D'Angelo?

- Where's D'Angelo?
- Where the fuck is D'Angelo?

Had a projectionist come over,
show 'em to me and the boys.

Hey, Ralphie,
what do you think?

Single pleats or double?

Double. Give the sauseech
a little breathing room.

- You heard him. A dozen pair.
- Double pleats.

Would you ever do
a picture yourself?

What for?
I'm already famous.

Where the fuck's Mike?!

I'm on it, Al.
I'm on it.

We're on it, Al.
We're on it.

- What's this for again?
- "Variety" in Hollywood.

Paging Mike D'Angelo.
Paging Mike D'Angelo!

In a jiffy, Al.
In a jiffy.

He's coming down
the hall now, Al.

Hey, he's coming down
the hall now, Al.

- Two-inch cuffs.
- At your height, an inch a half is...

Two inches.

- Get a lot of fan mail?
- Here's Mike, Al.

12 seconds with
the big boy, Mike.

Don't get him agitated.

Mike, where you been?
Been asking for you.

What's on your mind, boss?

- Hey!
- Sorry, sorry.

- This is off the record.
- Why, sure.

- Naturally.
- Ralphie, what I want Mike for?

I don't know, Al.
You didn't say.

Jesus, I got a lot on my mind.

- Now, you gotta ask me.
- Actually, Al, I need to talk to you.

Last night,
6th and Springer, feds.

- What?
- How bad?

600 cases Canadian club.

- Any cash?
- Just shy of 20 grand.

Jesus!
Back off, Puddy!

- Take a hike. Shoo, come on.
- All right.

- Get him outta here.
- Apologies!

Get outta here.

- Take a hike.
- Sorry.

6th and Springer.
Whose territory is that?

Mueller and the other one.

Atlantic City.

He says he's been
making his payoffs,

but this fed,
the one in charge,

says he never saw him before.

How's that Al's problem?

It ain't.

I just, you know,
want to make him aware.

I'm aware.

Those clowns owe me 20 grand.

Tell Mueller he finds the dough

or I'll sell his balls
for fucking scrap!

You were telling me
about your fan mail.

Sure. Comes in
from all over the world.

People looking to make a touch.

- Berlin.
- See?

Even the krauts know
what a prince I am.

- Floor, please?
- Nine.

Was he upset?

- Al? No. He had a big laugh of it.
- Well, that's a rel...

Of course he was upset,
you fucking blockhead.

20 grand, you think
that's peanuts?

- Mr. D'Angelo, I...
- 14th floor.

12th, skip.

Switching to a suite.

12th floor.

Have a good day.

You're gonna
replace that dough.

Every last cent.
You understand?

- How am I supposed to do that?
- You gonna give me lip now?

- No, sir.
- Figure it the fuck out.

Got to be something rattling around
that giant coconut of yours.

Ninth floor.

You got 24 hours, Mueller.

Going down.

Well?

What's he hocking you for?

You work for me,
so I'm getting the blame.

What do you want from me?

I was lucky I wasn't
pinched myself.

- We have to answer for this.
- I told him what happened.

Some boy scout fed trying
to make a name for himself.

Are you deaf? Mr. D'Angelo
does not care.

Mr. Capone wants
his money.

- And Mr. Mueller can go f...
- Fifth floor.

Tearoom, please.

Oh, say hello to my Daisy.

Say hello to my Daisy.

Hello, Daisy.

Yeah.
There you go.

Oh, isn't that nice?

Yes.

Third floor.
Tearoom.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Goddamn fucking money.

I'll get it back, okay?

You're chock-full
of promises, aren't you?

I said I'd take care of it.

You can barely
take care of yourself.

You reek, by the way.

Of urine.

Lobby.

Going to see the big fella.

We would summer in Saratoga.

This was when Martin
still had the factory.

I'd go up with the children
and open the house.

And Martin would stay in the
city and tend to his affairs.

And I do mean that literally.

Was he that brazen?

Oh, nothing if not discreet.

And the season in Saratoga
was always very gracious.

We preferred Atlantic City.

My husband had
family there, so...

And now it's
time for "the good listener"

with Mrs. Nadine St. Clair.

Hello, dear friends.

Thank you for joining me today.

Oh, I do love a bit of the
agony aunt, don't you?

In these uncertain times,

wouldn't you like
to know there's someone

who understands our burdens?

But, dear friends,
I hope you realize

you can always talk to me.

Our first letter comes
from J.W. in Morristown.

She relates
a heartbreaking tale.

Unwanted pregnancy.

"Dear Mrs. St. Clair,"

for the last
three years my fiance

has promised that as soon
as his mother passed on,

he would do right by me and"...

Why did you do that?

It doesn't create
a conducive atmosphere.

I was listening.

Well, you can listen
in the parlor.

It's all right.
Isn't it all right?

I'd like to listen.
I'd like to listen.

I'd like to listen
to Nadine St. Clair.

I... I want to.

I want to.
I want to.

I want to! I want to!

I want to!

Ladies! Ladies! Ladies!

What are we here for?

To be good.

Were you being good?

Were you?

Were you?

Were you?

Were you?

If we're good today,
we'll be better tomorrow.

And if we're better tomorrow...

Dr. Cotton is happy.

Dr. Cotton is happy.

And when Dr. Cotton
is happy, I'm happy.

And when I'm happy...

Bath time has ended, ladies.

What are you?

A good girl.

May I have what I asked for?

If I get what I ask for.

Always this noisy?

- Sound of progress.
- Got a whole complex planned.

Rockefeller center.

Nothing wrong with building
a shrine to oneself.

Isn't that what money's for?

Your senator Lloyd
sends his regrets.

He's been detained
down in Washington.

Well, if you don't mind, I'd like a
few moments of your time anyway.

And why exactly
should you have it?

Because as the board members

of the newly formed
Mayflower Grain Corporation,

it's fairly obvious,
to me at least,

that you gentlemen are poised
to enter the liquor business.

Is that so?

Unless I'm wrong
and there's more potential

in Wheatena than in
Barley and Hops.

We agreed to meet,
Mr. Thompson,

as an accommodation
to the senator.

Owing to your special
relationship.

But let's suppose
for the moment,

for the sake of argument,
that you're right

and breakfast cereal
is only half our concern.

Why should we listen to you?

As a result of my recent
trip to Havana,

I've secured exclusive north
American distribution rights

for Bacardi rum.

In the event the sale
of their product

once again becomes legal.

I propose we pool
our resources,

enter into a partnership.

With my experience
and know-how,

we can build an infrastructure

ready to distribute
alcohol throughout...

- What experience?
- Beg pardon?

To what experience
are you referring?

My background is quite varied.

Would you care to elaborate?

If there's any question of my
integrity, senator Lloyd...

We're simply asking what qualifies
you to be in the liquor business.

Specifically.

What qualifies me is that
for the past 11 years

I have been one of the most successful
bootleggers in the country.

Oh, I see.

Is there a reason you wanted to
pretend as if you didn't know?

We prefer putting
our cards on the table.

- Just so we're all on the same page.
-Fine.

The crash hit me hard
as anyone, gentlemen.

I can't finance an operation
like I have in mind on my own.

You're putting the cart
before the horse.

We need assurances,
Mr. Thompson,

that repeal actually
is on the horizon.

A half million women
seem to think so,

if that rally
was any indication.

Women for reform, or whatever
they call themselves.

Wanting something
and achieving it

are two very different things.

Though one naturally
follows the other.

We're betting
on the same thing, boys.

That repeal is going to happen.

That may be true,
but without the senator...

I'll get the senator
back on board.

I'm fairly certain

we both know
that's not gonna happen.

We do appreciate
your coming in, however.

I made the same deal, you know.

Excuse me?

Across the pond.

To import Dewar's when the
country returns to its senses.

Moët champagne as well.

“Great minds… ”, I suppose.

Married, Mr. Thompson?

Technically.
It's complicated.

Well, affairs of the
heart always are.

So your partners,

was that just a vetting process

or should I find some
other doorway to darken?

A man like you frightens them.

These are brahmins,
not brawlers.

Well, you don't seem
particularly rattled.

Atlantic City.

I'll ring you up
next time I visit.

Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Kennedy.

Torrio sent word.
Maranzano wants to meet.

Ah, afternoon, my ladies.

Your royal coachman awaits.

Oh, how regal.

♪ Just a song at twilight ♪

♪ when the lights are low ♪

♪ and the flickering shadows ♪

♪ softly come
and go... ♪

And a serenade as well.

♪ Though the heart be weary ♪

♪ sad the day and long ♪

♪ still to us
at twilight... ♪

Well, look who it is.

The linchpin
of the entire organization.

Sorry I'm tardy, sir.

So you are.
So you are.

I was worried sick.

Yes, sir.

Actually, Lou...

We're running a business, boy.

You're a critical part
of the operation.

You can't just come
and go Willy-nilly.

- No, sir.
- You think that sand will sweep itself?

Why, you don't show up, this
whole place descends into chaos.

The very future of this hotel
hanging in the balance.

- Maybe...
- My sister passed.

- What?
- My sister, sir.

She died last night

while we were sleeping.

Are there services?
A mass?

I'd like to pay my respects.

No, sir.

The father came for last rites,
but we're burying her at home.

You should send something.

What for? Kid's old man
thinks I'm a devil.

He votes, don't he?

A tragedy, losing a sister.

All right, then, go on.

Find solace in your work.

Say, dad.

What is it?

Why do clouds
just float in the sky?

Is this a joke?

It's for science class.

Go ask your mother.

She said to ask you.

I'm busy, Chester.

You can see that, can't you?

Clouds float...

Because of the atmosphere.

- But...
- Shoo! Upstairs.

You are listening
to "Fleischmann's Yeast Hour"

featuring Rudy Vallee.

Dad says on account
of atmosphere.

Good.

Finish your homework.

That is a thoroughly
unladylike habit.

- You are working?
- Yes.

When you will be home?

When will I be home?

When will I be home?

This is what I say.

No, what you said was: "when you
will be home?" which is entirely...

What is difference?

Difference is I'm trying
to raise our children

to speak proper English.

Where is Abigail, by the way?

At her meeting
for the girl scouts.

I'll be late.

See that Chester
says his prayers.

The universe loves
nothing so much

as to change things which are

and to make new things
like them.

You're a student of
Marcus Aurelius, Mr. Thompson?

I'm more of a Ben Franklin
man myself.

A penny saved
is a penny earned.

That sort of thing.

Masseria,

Joe the boss,

he was stubborn.

Like a mule.

And like a mule, he only
understood the switch.

Violence.

But you know this all too well.

I brought Mr. Maranzano
up to speed with your history.

It's true we had
our difficulties.

How many times I try to
reason with the man?

And for what?

A goose egg.

So why try to kill me?

This I did not do.

I saw his partner down in Cuba
the day before it happened.

Meyer and I haven't even spoke
to each other in months.

A falling out?

People drift.
Friendships end.

And new ones are forged.

Allegiances change as well.

A man's worth is no greater
than his ambitions.

He's a good boy, Tonino.

Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Lansky I've met
only once.

We have no intercourse
whatsoever.

Sicilians only.

Meyer's got his thing,
you got yours.

What we do here...

Concerns no one but us.

You have nothing to fear
from me, Mr. Thompson.

Who said I was afraid?

So do I believe him or not?

Believe whatever it is
gets you out of this mess.

It's the last stop
on Guzik's route.

Got to be 20 grand
in that speak at least.

When he comes out,
we make our move.

Trust me, he won't
put up a fight.

You've been apart how long?

What?

From your wife.

I don't know.
Jesus.

Six years or so.

I mean, we arrange to see
each other now and again,

but it's hard.

You still care for her.

Of course.
Sure.

All I think about
are her and the kids.

Sometimes I find it easier
to despise someone

than to love them.

The fuck is this guy?

- Whoa, whoa. Easy!
- Give me the fucking gun.

Steady now
and no one gets hurt.

You know who
you're robbing, pal?

Peter. To pay Paul.

What the fuck?

I said steady.

Steady.

I said...

I said steady, God...

- I can't move my legs.
- Fuck!

- Joey! Joey!
- I'm gonna fucking die, Jack!

- Fuck! Let's go.
- My legs! My fucking legs!

You're dead,
you son of a bitch!

- Come on. My legs.
- That's Al Capone's money.

He fucking shot me.

- Joey!
- I'm fucking dying.

No, don't shoo...

Let's go!

Why must it always
be pandemonium?

You ever hear that riddle,

the traveler
and the two tribesmen?

One always lies, the other
always tells the truth.

I lay down, they
come after me again.

I fight back...

I met a man today, an irishman.

Millions of dollars, married,

has his fingers in
a dozen different pies.

Think he's wading through
blood to make a buck?

You get to the point where you

have to live with
the choices you've made.

The good ones and the bad.

And I accept that.

I'm right there.
This fucking close.

This liquor deal comes
through and I'm golden.

Then the trick's to stay alive
long enough to cash out.

You haven't the slightest idea
what I'm talking about, do you?

Si.

Si, you do,
or si, you don't?

What's the difference?

If you'd have a drink,
I'd make a lot more sense.

Do you have anything
to say at all?

I kill them, I don't kill them.

Whatever you say.

Bing Crosby of
the rhythm boys

gave you the chorus in the last
selection, "out of nowhere."

Gus Arnheim
and his ambassadors

at the cocoanut grove
continues.

Left almost 90 minutes ago.

By way of yonkers?

Maranzano probably
sent him for crullers.

Who, Tonino? He'd probably
fuck that up, too.

Oh, the schmuck's
already here.

The fuck were you?

I was here early.

I figured I'd get
my knob polished.

- What are you, 14?
- We're down here waiting.

I'm sorry.
It's just, you know.

You posing for animal crackers?

He ain't tipped me yet.

Take a walk.

What's the word on Maranzano?

Is he suspicious?

You know how he is.
Plays it close to the vest.

Did he say anything
when you dropped him off?

He says a lot of shit.
Marcus Polo.

Who the fuck knows
what he's talking about?

You ask me, he believes
you fellas are on the outs.

Based on what?

Nothing. I don't know.
My opinion.

- I don't like this, Charlie.
- Relax.

- We're Jake.
- How nice you're so sure.

You had to talk
to Thompson, huh?

- Down in fucking Havana.
- What should I have done?

Gee, maybe not
fucking talk to him?

He saw me, Benny.
Better to face it head-on.

_

_

_

_

Hey, fuck you,
you fucking screwball!

Enough.

As far as Maranzano knows, Meyer
took it on himself to ice Thompson.

Who knows what that
fucking greaseball thinks?

I say we move now.
Just take him the fuck out.

It's too soon.
We don't got the support.

Support? What are
we, politicians?

- Ahem.
- What, Tonino?

Prince street.
Me taking over.

I did the thing, you said
you'd think about it.

Masseria ain't even
in the fucking ground yet.

I know.
I'm just reminding you.

Go back upstairs.
Get yourself a rim job.

What are you sore at me for?

We'll catch up later, okay?

He's a real fucking
schnorrer, this one.

Yeah, he's all right.

Tell it to Gyp Rosetti.

What's this now?

Ethan.

What do you want?

I've come to pay
my respects to you,

your wife.

It's a terrible blow.

She's not here.

Your boy told me what happened.

Is there anything worse
under God's blue heaven

than the loss
of an innocent child?

What's that?

To give your daughter
a proper burial.

Think you can buy me twice?

It was a fair deal, Ethan.

No one forced you
to sell that land.

Take the day, boy.
Be with your family.

Thank you, sir, but if it's all the
same, I'd rather come to work.

- Easy there.
- Pa.

You get the hell
off my property.

I'm not the monster
that you think I am, Ethan.

What's he like?
Hodge?

Well, he's direct,

tough, earnest.

Sort of reminded me
of Teddy Roosevelt.

Without the big stick, I hope.

In the interview
they ask you these questions,

try to test your integrity.

Would you ever break the law
to get a conviction?

That type of thing.

My name come up?

Excuse me?

During the interview.

No.

'Course not.

I wouldn't be
ashamed if it did.

Well, that's very noble,

but you've got a future
to think about.

William H. Thompson,

chief justice
of the supreme court.

So long as you're not the
Attorney General of New Jersey.

You hardly touched
your chicken.

I'm okay.

I'm proud of you, Will.
We all are.

Your dad would be, too.

Shut the door.

- Seven.
- Six.

42.

- One.
- 64.

- 14.
- 72.

- 42.
- 71.

79.

Mueller, where you been?

There was an accident
on Michigan.

What did you bring for lunch?

Cabbage.

Watch it, Fred.

There might be a cockroach
ready to pounce.

That's not funny.
There's bugs everywhere.

- 42.
- 14.

- 72.
- Nine.

Two fat ladies, 88.

In closing, my friends,

it's not the meek who change
the world, but the fighters,

the believers.

The city of Chicago
is at a great precipice,

teetering on the brink
between good and evil.

So I vow to fight
the Capone mob,

not bow out, not walk away,

not give in,
not give up, but fight.

Fight to win for the
fathers, the mothers,

and the schoolchildren
of this city.

Yeah, but, Mr. Ness, how are
you gonna go about this?

And if anyone says that to fight
doesn't get you anywhere,

that a lone treasury agent
can't make a difference,

that the Capone machine
is too powerful,

then I say they don't
know Eliot Ness.

- Who is it?
- It's Wilson.

- Making progress?
- Yes, sir.

14,000 in diamond belt buckles.

Christmas gifts
for his employees.

All I got was a lousy
bottle of champagne.

The cathouse on Huron.

I'd like a full breakdown
by morning.

Senor.

Mr. Thompson,
he wants you.

Thirsty?

Nervous, speaking frankly.

Just a friendly conversation
in a very public place.

It was the invitation
got me rattled.

Don't mind him.
He's a pussycat.

What do you want to know?

How about you tell me who
it was spoiled my vacation?

You know I could get killed
for just talking to you.

And you will be if you don't.

It was Lansky and Luciano.

They're gonna bide their time,
let Maranzano think he's king.

Then the minute
they got enough support...

His reign is over.

They're gonna take me out, too.
I fucking know it.

Put the knife in my back the
second they get the chance.

But you were on board
with the Masseria hit.

What choice did I have?
It was go along or else.

Maranzano's got
no beef with you.

As far as he's concerned,
Atlantic City's yours.

I can keep what's already mine?

How exceedingly generous.

A lot more so
than the other two.

Does Maranzano know
what they're planning?

If he does,
he ain't letting on.

How do you do it?

Work with people
you can't trust?

Is that an offer?

If it were?

Anything, Mr. Thompson,
I swear.

I'd come work for you
in a heartbeat.

Tell my man where
we can find Lansky.

In the morning, come see me.

Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I will.

Thank you, sir.

- She was a lovely girl, Billie Kent.
- Huh?

God of all mercies,

you make nothing in vain,

and you love
all that you have made.

Comfort us in our grief

and console us
with the knowledge

of your unfailing love.

Through Jesus Christ, our lord.

Amen.

Amen.

Where are you going?

Made your choice, then, eh?

Sir?

Your boss there, the Commodore.

He said he would
bury her proper.

Money never did
the dead no good.

Fill it in.

No. No.

And now we're back
with America's favorite family.

Ooh! What the deuce?
Slow down.

Mother's new vase.

Betsy, dear, I told you

there will be no roller-skating
inside the house.

Well, I don't remember that.

I said it 100 times.

Well, there's
your problem, daddy.

I can't count that high.

- Hey, pop.
- Hello, Junior.

Say, I was hoping to
borrow the keys to the Ford.

Why, certainly.

You mean, I can
really take the car?

What car? I said
you could borrow the keys.

Gee, you're not still
sore at me, are you, pop?

Now why on
earth would I be sore?

On account I
dented the fender?

- You did?
- No, but don't you feel better now?

- I'm red.
- No, I'm red.

- I'm red.
- Started already right over here.

- No, I'm red.
- I'm red.

- Don't touch.
- Ow! Ow! Ow!

- Give me that back.
- Ladies. Ladies.

- I'm red.
- Sorry.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

Are you sure we should
be doing this?

I say what goes here.

Understand?

You have a lovely figure.

New Year's Eve.

I wore this at
the Hotel Excelsior.

Paul Whiteman played.

Does it flatter me?

Some tailoring, perhaps.

Lower the hemline.

Could you not get
proper stationery?

I'm risking my job as it is.

No crazy letters
to the president, now.

Why would you think
I would do that?

'Cause you're
in the booby hatch, honey.

That's why no pen
and paper is allowed.

I did something wrong.
I know that.

But the doctor said
I needed to be looked after.

I just...
It's all a jumble.

I just...

I need to get
my thoughts straight.

Make sure you cork the rum.

Fella found a fruit fly...

- Oh, help!
- Oh, my God!

He's going down there!

It's the black one.
The Buick.

Get the car.
Get the car!

Take her out of here.
All right, come on, let's go.

Turn around.
Let's go.

Hey, ladies, come on.
Come on, get out of here.

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