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Pick up some lemons
on your way home from work, would you?

I gotta eat lemons.

Hear what I said?

You want lemons.

I can't get comfortable.

Agent Clarkson is in a hospital bed

with third-degree burns
over most of his body.

I would venture to say
he can't get comfortable either.

I'm sorry, daddy.

It's just that I want to be done with this.

I will pick up lemons.

All human beings sin.

We try and we try, but still we make mistakes.

So how can we avoid the fires of hell
if we can't stop sinning?

We've been over this, dear.

Say sorry?

What else? Before that.

You have to confess your sins,
then you say you're sorry.

He knows.

When you misbehave, Teddy,

when you sass your parents
or laugh in church,

you're like the cruel Jews and evil soldiers

who taunted Jesus when he was on the cross.

Now, Jesus never complains, of course.
He can take it. But Jesus' father...

You know who that is, Teddy?

- God.
- Very good.

He doesn't like it when we sin.

It makes him very angry.
And when God is angry,

where does he think about sending us?

We need to wrap this up, Ed.

This is our last meeting
before his first confession.

It's important to set a good example.

I'm pretty confident
that between the three of us,

we can save his soul.

I'll be in the car.

You are now seven years old.

Thus, you have attained the age of reason,

meaning you know
the difference between right and wrong.

After age seven,
God doesn't just watch over us, does he?

What else does he do?

He judges us?

He judges us.

Stop that, Teddy.

Make sure he's prepared to list his sins
honestly and thoroughly tomorrow.

You, also, for your own confession.

I must confess as well?

It really is about setting an example.

May it please the court,
my name is Charles Thorogood,

representing the people of the United States.

We're here today seeking a transfer

of the election-rigging case
against Enoch Thompson...

What are you wearing there?

- Your Honor?
- On your feet?

Shoes, Your Honor.

Green.

Very demonstrative.

Your Honor, I'm here today seeking a transfer

of the election-rigging case
against Enoch Thompson

from state to federal court.

As it has been brought to our attention,
by the press in fact,

as opposed to the State's Attorney,
as would have been proper,

the charges against Mr. Thompson
now include the transportation of women

across state lines for immoral purpose,

in violation of the White Slave Traffic Act,
Section 2, also known as the Mann Act.

I know what it is, Counselor.

What I don't know
is how it relates to election rigging.

- If I may, Your Honor...
- You may not.

The defendant, Mr. Thompson,
is accused of paying these women

to coerce potential voters
by employing their feminine wiles.

- Sex, intercourse.
- Yes.

And given the high-profile nature of this case,

we think it appropriate
that the federal government

take over what the good State of New Jersey
has begun.

That way, we may prosecute Mr. Thompson
to the full extent of the law.

I'm inclined to agree with you,
Mr. Thorogood.

Thank you, Your Honor.

You got Daniel in there?

- Pardon?
- The lion's den.

My boys love that one.

It's for my nephew.
He's making his first confession.

Oh. Very nice. Very nice.

- You a churchgoing man?
- Oh, I never miss a week.

Shiloh Baptist over on Arctic.

Have a blessed week.

George Remus calling.

George, hearing your name a lot lately.

Calling to say thanks.

Remus wasn't expecting any favors
coming his way from Atlantic City.

If you're talking about whatever deal
you worked out with Jess Smith,

let's just say I was helping both of us.

We reached an agreement.

Now Remus can buy his liquor permits

straight from the source,
as often as he needs to.

- Sounds like you're rolling in it.
- Hmm.

More like floating.

Do you know what Remus is doing right now?

I'm sure I can't imagine.

Getting ready for a dip
in his indoor swimming pool.

Lavish.

Even better than having the ocean
outside your door.

Then when can I expect a finder's fee?

What for?

The recommendation to Smith.

Wow! You haven't changed.

George,

is the irony lost on you
that you operate in Ohio,

but didn't know anyone from
Harding's administration until I stepped up?

You know what Remus doesn't like
about you? The nickel and diming.

Jesus Christ!

You're still squawking
about the phone charges?

You come to Cincinnati, you're not
handed a bill for the maid service.

Why the fuck would anyone
ever go to Cincinnati?

Remus finds you petty and resentful.

Well, Remus can go fuck himself.

"I am indebted to my father for living,
but to my teacher for living well."

Alexander the Great.

Son of a king.

Like you, dear.

A king who's very proud of his heir.

And my teacher...

- What about him?
- Nucky?

He's always thinking ahead.
This ploy with the Attorney General...

- You sound impressed.
- It's a clever move.

I wouldn't have thought of it.

I'm sorry, Louis, but give the man his due.

- No, no.
- Easy, darling. Easy.

It's time for your medicine.

- Langston.
- Damn it.

Tough old bird, that one.

I thought he was talking about you, Ma.

I'm glad you're keeping
your chin up through all this.

I've been through bigger scrapes.

But you were taking orders then,
not giving them.

The business with Jackson Parkhurst,
was that necessary?

You would have to ask the men responsible.

I'd be lying if I said
that many tears were shed,

but you've alienated some powerful allies.

We don't care for
what you're implying, Leander.

I'd like to talk to your son. Privately.

It's all right, Ma.

I know you'll tell me everything.

That's just something she does.

I can't fault you for boldness,
but not every insult requires a response.

How would you have handled it?

Your father, when we first met,

this was a long time ago, he had many virtues,

but prudence was not one of them.
It caused him some difficulty.

Nucky was different.

From the start,
he was thinking about something bigger,

a machine that made everyone pay.

And what he accomplished was impressive.

I don't see you at his fundraisers.

That doesn't stop me from admiring his skill.

What's so hard about
putting the squeeze on somebody?

Are you finding it easy?

No? Then don't be so quick to judge.

I've started something, Mr. Whitlock.
I'm going to see it through, no matter what.

I'd rather hear that you wanted to win.

Isn't that what I just said?

Only my third time
before a judge. You believe that?

And it was nifty, I tell you,
just like my old man said it'd be.

Your dad's a lawyer?

Of course he's a lawyer.

- Don't you know my old man?
- Can't say as I do.

He must know my old man. Huh?

Connecting you now, sir.

- Nucky!
- Harry!

You sound happy. Are you happy?

Life is grand. I'm a federal defendant.

So now you owe me one.

Actually, now we're even.

Or we will be once Skippy here tanks the case.

- Chip.
- Glad to have helped, Nuck.

- Tell him I said thanks.
- Jess says thanks for the intro to Remus.

That's a big fish right there.

Well, watch he doesn't scuttle the ship.

Not with me at the helm.

Take care of the boy, Nuck.
Me and his pop go way back.

- So I gather.
- Congratulations, Nucky.

Your boss says to take care of you.
What's your pleasure, Counselor?

What do you think?
I'm a red-blooded American boy.

Order him up some apple pie.

Cherry's more my style,
à la mode, if you catch my meaning.

I don't, actually,
but Mr. Kessler will set you up in a suite.

Ja, I understand. You want Schlampen.

Yeah, if Schlampen means a nice redhead...

Oh! Where do you want
this sack of potatoes, miss?

Anywhere will be fine.

There you go.

Now run along now before she cooks you up.

Is there anything else
I can help you with, ma'am?

That will be all. Thank you.

You're looking fetching today.

Why thank you, Mr. Sleater.

Right, duty calls.

Katy, might I have a word, please?

Of course, ma'am.

I can't help but notice you and Mr. Sleater...

Yes, ma'am?

There seems to be quite an attraction.

He is very handsome.

But it's more than that, isn't it?

I don't know what you mean, ma'am.

Don't be coy, Katy. It doesn't suit you.

Your behavior, yours and his...

There are children in this house,
as you're well aware.

You can go in now.

Jesus Christ!

I wasn't exaggerating, sir.

- How is he still alive?
- He loves the Lord, sir.

Well, it seems
that's a pretty one-sided relationship.

When you blaspheme in this room,
you insult Agent Clarkson.

Even the doctors, men of science,

agree that his fate rests in God's hands,
not theirs.

O Lord, one who loves you is gravely injured.

We beseech you.

Mend his flesh. Make him whole.

You breathed life into Lazarus,
touched the leper...

Should I get the doc?

You... You...

I see you.

I know...

I know what you did.

What's he saying?

I'll get the doctor.

Run it down, so everyone's
on the same page.

Tomorrow night, 2:00 a.m.

The weather's fair
so we'll get as close to shore as possible.

We got speedboats, over a dozen.

The whole pickup will take less than an hour.

And we're safe from the Coast Guard?

I don't want a repeat of last time.

Mr. Gordon has given us his assurances.

Waxey. And, yes, we're safe.
That's what you're paying me for.

I was beginning to wonder.

Once they make shore in Philly,

the goods are loaded onto trucks
by Waxey's men.

Chayem here will supervise,

then his fellas will get you safe
to the border of Atlantic City.

To the border?

For 20% they should be taking us all the way.

Youse are broads now?

We gotta walk you home?

A kiss goodnight would be nice.

- Sure, with a lead fucking pipe.
- Charlie.

No one's gonna give you no trouble.

They do, they gotta answer to me.

And I'll be expecting y'all round about 5:00.

And make damn sure you flash them lights
'cause I ain't taking no more chances.

Hey! Kid!

Can you get your mom?

Can you get your mom, please?

Please!

Please!

The latest wireless radio receiver.

Yes, sir. Come, come.

Come on. Come on. You, sir. Come on over.

Wireless.

Look at that.

There's music everywhere suddenly.

We should get one.

It would be really nice for Tommy.

We could introduce him to the classics

without having to spend a fortune on records.

I also read that the immigrants
are using it to learn English.

It was in the newspaper.

They can sit in their own living rooms
and repeat whatever they...

What was that for?

I guess the music got to me.

- Hello?
- Hello, dear.

Nelson, it's nearly 11:00 p.m.

One of my officers, Agent Clarkson,
you met him,

he's been very badly hurt.

Oh, my.

It happened some time ago.

There was an explosion, a still.

- I should have been there.
- Nelson, no.

There are things you don't know, Rose,
about me, about this job.

- I'm not fit...
- Nelson,

you aren't responsible
for the evils in the world.

You're the one trying to make it a better place.

Nelson? Nelson!

I want you to know...

It's important that you know
that everything I have done

is because I love you.

Nelson, you're frightening me.

I have sinned, Rose,

and a good and decent man
has burned for those sins.

- Listen to me...
- It's all right, dear. I've made my peace.

I'm neither fit for you,
nor am I fit to wear this badge.

- Nelson...
- I love you.

Do you not find me attractive?

What?

Of course I do.

We just made love, Margaret.

Sometimes it feels like you're elsewhere.

I'm nowhere else. I'm right here.

What's on your mind?

I've been told I need to make a confession.

What? By who?

Father Brennan.

In preparation for Teddy's communion.

Every shoe salesman
thinks you need a new pair of boots.

He says it's to set an example.

What do you plan to say?

That's between me and God, isn't it?

Yes, and Father Brennan.

- He's a priest.
- Which means what?

That there is a sacred trust.

You put a lot more faith in people than I do.

Faith is the point entirely, isn't it?

- Where are you going?
- To the bathroom.

How Catholic are you?

I beg your pardon?

You're not seriously
planning on divulging anything sensitive?

- Like what?
- Like our shared history,

the details of which
we'd both be wise to forget.

If you're feeling guilty, I suggest
you take that up with a priest yourself.

Hello?

There's a man on the phone.
He says he's calling you back.

- Who is it?
- It sounded like "onion."

I don't like onions.

Hello?

Boychik, you left a message.

Munya!

Hey, hold on a minute.

Go with your mother, pal.

But I've got food in my mouth.

Take it in the other room.

Let's go in the living room.

What the fuck are you trying to pull, Manny?

Pull?

I'm not the one who screwed you
in a business deal, boychik.

Last night on the Boardwalk,
I saw a friend of yours.

Which friend?

You really want to play this game?

I don't play games, Mr. Darmody.

There are any number of corpses
that will attest to that.

Now either you can tell me who you saw,

or quit wasting my fucking time.

Your friend. Herman was his name.

I met him at your shop.

He was coming out of The Ritz
with Waxey Gordon and Nucky Thompson.

And you're sure about this?

I'm positive.

- Did he see you?
- No.

I'll ask you one more time, boychik.

You're certain it was Chayem with Waxey?

The fella from your shop, yes.

Let me ring you back.

Mrs. Thompson, good morning.

Good morning.

What happened there?

I spilled some cornflakes.

Is Katy not here?

She took the children to the market.

Selling them, are you?

It's Mrs. Schroeder.

Ma'am?

When you came in,
you addressed me as Mrs. Thompson.

My apologies. I forgot your situation.

Which is entirely none of my business.

Katy told me you spoke.

Did she?

What happened, ma'am,
was completely my fault.

This is your home,
and I need to show respect.

You need to respect Katy.

I do, ma'am. She's a lovely girl.

Are you in the habit
of toying with women, Mr. Sleater?

I wouldn't call it a habit.

Let me help you with that.

Don't we have a girl for that?

She's out with the children.

I'm late.

Here, let me.

Always happy to be of service,
Mrs. Schroeder.

It's called a fez.

You can ask him at the dinner.

Senator Edge would like a word.

Listen, Bill, I gotta run.

- Harry Daugherty.
- Walter!

What brings you to Washington?

Have a minute
for the great State of New Jersey?

Always, Senator.

I ran into your old pal, Charlie Forbes.

- Ah! Good old Charlie.
- Indeed.

He tells me you have Harding's ear
on this Bureau of Veterans Affairs.

A worthy endeavor, wouldn't you say?

Might even benefit a few veterans.

- How do you mean?
- Come on, Harry.

There are crooks, then there's Charlie Forbes.

He's a veteran himself, Walter.

So was Benedict Arnold.

Forgive my prying, Senator,

but since when are you concerned
about veterans' affairs?

Well, it's not so much me as my constituents,

one of whom is urging me
to launch a subcommittee

to investigate this matter.

I see.

And this constituent,

does he have any other matters
that concern him?

He does, now that you mention it.

Nucky Thompson.

He hates the son of a bitch.

And it has come to his attention
that you have appointed

a less-than-enthusiastic prosecutor
to his case.

And if I appointed one
who took Nucky's case more seriously...

Then I'm sure my interest
in how you and your cronies

plan to plunder the Veterans Bureau
would wane accordingly.

Hmm.

I didn't want to do this for a living.

People see the apron,
they make assumptions.

Sixteen years old, I saw Emma Thomashefsky
on stage. The Arch Street Theatre.

Was I in love?
What do you think? Stage-struck.

Put money on it.

My father, he wouldn't hear a word.

Regrets? Who has time? Here we go.

- You remember Herman.
- Jesus, Manny.

Hey, not in my shop, boychik.
Try down the road.

You dragged me up here for this?

I invited you to hear from the horse's mouth.

Look who's come, Herman.

Another friend from Atlantic City.

Help me, please.

Herman, what's he going to do for you?

This is our problem, yours and mine.

Herman, since he was in knee-highs,
I know him,

but then he got an idea in his head.

Tell him what it was.

Tell him what it was!

Waxey Gordon.

He goes to work for Waxey Gordon.

And from that pisher,
he takes money to spy on me.

A person like that.

Honestly, I don't understand how he thinks.

What was Waxey doing at The Ritz?

You're being addressed.

Meeting Nucky Thompson.

About what?

It's all right, you can tell me.

Ships coming in.

- When?
- Tonight, 2:00,

from Bill McCoy.

Tell him where.

Hog Island Boatyard.

Right here in Philly.

What does Nucky need Gordon for?

Come on, Herman.

Protection.

What do you know, boychik?

They're scared of us.

Us?

What's more valuable than information?
And here, you get it for free.

I'm not doing this.

- I can't touch him.
- Why not?

He's injured. That makes him treyf.

What? We all got to live by rules.

Unless you're feeling squeamish.

Hold this.

Don't be nervous, dear.

Stop! I'm sitting here!

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been many years
since my last confession.

- How many?
- Four, I think.

Emily was an infant.

Why has it been so long?

The children, life.

What have you to tell me?

Forgive me, Father,
but I've really nothing to say.

- You have no sins?
- Of course I do.

I just...

When you sin, my child,
you fracture your relationship with God.

Tell me honestly what burdens you.

Search your soul,
so that I may heal that fracture.

There is a man, Father, in my life.

And he's bad. I know he is in my heart.

But still, I'm drawn to him somehow.

Physically, you mean?

Yes, impurely, in my thoughts.

This man, he provides
for you and your children?

No. He provides nothing.

I hardly know him, in fact.

He works for my family.

"Don't be upset"?
Are you fucking kidding me?

I feel terrible, Nucky,
but there's nothing I can do.

Edge wants the kid
replaced with a real prosecutor.

You're the Attorney General, Harry.

Since when does a no-name senator
grab you by the balls?

Since the no-name senator
threatens an investigation.

What's to investigate?

You've been in office less than three months.

There are things in the works I can't discuss.

- So who is it?
- Who's what?

- The prosecutor.
- I haven't decided yet.

Make it someone I can work with, will you?

Well, I sent you the Thorogood kid, didn't I?

A lot of help that was.

It's not my fault you have enemies.

My ass is on the line here, Harry.

So is mine, Nucky. So is mine.

Oh, yeah.

That's it, baby. Drill for oil!

Ladies, get your things!

What the hell is this?

Mr. Thompson
wishes you to leave immediately.

If this is some kind of gag,
it's not one bit funny.

- There is no gag.
- Five minutes.

Nice shoes.

Nelson, where have you been?

The chapel, sir.

Has he spoken again?

They've wired his family in Montana.

He's a good man, sir.

An honest man.

It should be me in that bed.

- Stop it, Nelson.
- It's true, sir.

I have something I need to tell you.

- I...
- I see you.

- I know.
- Hush now.

- Relax.
- I see you.

- I know.
- Why is he saying that?

- He's delirious.
- I see you.

Pay no attention.
He's been saying that to everyone.

I see you.

I know what you did.

Come out of there.

I know that you're hiding.

It's not fair.

You ate the pie.

I'll tell Ma.

I need to leave, sir.

You wanted a word in private?

- No, it's not necessary.
- He doesn't have much longer, sir.

Lucy?

I...

I brought lemons.

I did it all myself.

It's a girl.

I'll get a doctor.

What the fuck happened?

Coffee break. The fuck you think?

Tire blew. We hit a nail or something.

They ain't paying us enough for this shit.

That ain't no fucking nail.

Drop your weapons!

Throw your guns out, and no one gets hurt!

Darmody?

- Who's there?
- It's Lucky!

- Identify yourself!
- It's Luciano, God damn it!

You know these fellas?

All right, come out then.

How we know you ain't gonna shoot us?

I'm not gonna shoot you.

The fuck are you doing?

- We're making a delivery.
- For Nucky Thompson?

He cut a deal with Rothstein
to import his liquor through Philly.

Under the auspices of Waxey Gordon.

And you fellas are the muscle?

I don't fucking believe this.

All this is for Nucky?

- Chalky White's back in business.
- Jesus Christ!

What do you wanna do?

If I may.

This could be an opportunity, gentlemen.

The fuck you talking about?

We have spoken to you about partnering up.

- Heroin, better opportunities.
- That's right.

So why kill each other
over a few trucks' worth of liquor?

You work with Waxey Gordon.
The man's a piece of shit.

Not every insult requires a response.

A hundred grand there, boychik,
five of which is mine.

So they'll advance us.

Sure.

You can't kill everyone, Manny.

It's not good business.

Look, so we let you go,
you deliver the load to Chalky,

Nucky Thompson is none the wiser.

And then what?

And then we meet up separately,
and we figure a way to take it all.

It's kismet, gentlemen.

Rothstein, Nucky, their time is passed.

Waxey Gordon's ain't.

Let us worry about Waxey.

Leave the car. You ride with me.

It's a good thing, fellas.

You'll see.

Let's go.

She's in the bedroom.

She has a slight fever.

Rose.

I'll get out of your way, Doctor.

What are you doing here?

On the phone, you sounded distraught.

I caught the first train I could.
Agent Sawicki gave me the address.

- Rose...
- Of course, now I can see

what was really worrying you.

I did this for us.

That child is for you.

- I...
- Don't touch me!

Don't you touch me! Don't you touch me!

Rose, Rose!

Rose, please. Get a hold of yourself.

Stand nice and tall.
Hold the candle in your left hand.

So I trust your soul is pure?

Your confession.

Yes, I'm sure it is.

What did you end up saying?

I'll pull the car around front.

Nothing that need concern you.

Look at him. How dear.
Another little soldier in God's army.

Hold still.