All language subtitles for Boardwalk Empire S03E06 Ging Gang Goolie-eng

Is something wrong?

There's a fire.

What?

Go to your sister.

Another couple of buckets
of water over here.

Watch your step.
It's a mess over there.

You needn't have come over.

I could hardly sleep with all the to-do.

Was there anything important inside?

I've no idea.

I never go in there.

All right, the back looks good.

I think everything's out there.

Do I look ridiculous?

Well, I think We both do.

I've looked around. Nothing's out of sorts.

Did you think it might be?

Well, better to make sure, isn't it?

Well, compost can spontaneously combust.

How'd you come to know that, Miss Predock?

It's just an odd fact, really.

Was there compost in there?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Whatever started it, it burned fast.

Oily rags?

Well, young sir, what did you see?

- The fire starting.
- Before that, though?

Nothing.

But if you saw the fire starting,

you were already awake.

I was looking for the man.

What man?

The gypsy-

- What are you talking about?
- He was here.

- In the garden?
- In the street this morning.

How do you know he was a gypsy?

He had his bag with him
for his gypsy things.

What was he doing?

Walking by the house.

Did you see him again tonight?

Time to get back to bed.

Can't I stay up?

Enough adventures for one day.

Off you go now.

A man?

That he saw in the morning on the street.

I wouldn't make too much of it.

- Then why is Gareth here?
- Precaution.

And precaution brought you here
at 2:00 in the morning?

Perhaps I wanted to see Miss Predock
in her nightgown.

That's an interesting thing to say.

I'm here
because Mr. Thompson's away on business

and he asked me to look in.

Was it Gyp Rosetti?

- Who?
- The man Teddy saw.

We have his dog.

Mr. Rosetti's not a gypsy.

Mr. Thompson had some business with him,
but it's well concluded.

And he wouldn't bother
with setting fires in your yard.

Oily rags.

Unless you believe in the pooka

roaming the fields at night.

The pooka takes the shape of a black horse.

He also appears as a goat or a rabbit.

And how would
a rabbit start a fire?

That's just my point.

You should have seen this place.

Swarming with state police.

Schwarzkopf himself made use of my office.

- Who's that?
- The top banana, that's who.

- And where are they now?
- The troopers?

Well, they're gone.

There's nothing left for them to do.

Now that your pal Rosetti's flown the coop.

You think I wanted him here?

It was play nice
or end up a rib roast, like Sickles.

Eleven men died and you're making jokes?

A robbery, that's all he said it'd be.

I had no idea, I swear.

You of all people... I mean,

I'm the sheriff, for Christ's sake.

He leave anything behind, Rosetti?

- You mean besides the dead bodies?
- Any hooch?

Any of our alcohol?

Not a drop.

He comes back, you see one hair

on his greasy fucking head,
you pick up the phone.

- You hear me?
- I swear, Eli, on my kids,

you'll be the first to know.

One more question,

is it true Rosetti was wearing a dog collar?

Hello?

Hello?

- Oh, you startled me.
- I'm sorry, I...

- Is this Room 404?
- Yes, sir.

I'm supposed to meet an acquaintance,
a Mr. Means.

There's no one here, sir.

The last guest checked out last night.

- He did?
- Actually, it was a woman. French.

- You can still smell the perfume.
- Hello?

It appears we've been stood up.

Remus can see that.

If you'll forgive me,
I do need to get back to work.

What do you make of this?

- Is it the right day?
- We can't both be wrong.

First Wednesday of every month.

- Did you call him?
- I don't have his number.

Remus does.

Then Remus should call.
What are you asking me for?

Long distance.

Washington, D.C.

Yes, I'll hold.

Something smells here.

Perfume, she said.

With Daugherty.

Harry's all right.

What rock have you been under?
There's a Senate subcommittee.

I'm sorry, sir, telephones are for guests only.

- Yes, Operator, I'm still here.
- Sir.

Shall I phone the house detective?

Let's call from the lobby.

And give this flophouse any more business?

I'm heading home.

He's from Cincinnati.

And so the braves were assembled
before Chief Running Deer,

the campfire blazing in the darkness.

"Which of you stole the horse?"
the chief asked.

The first brave said, "Not I,"
as did the second brave beside him.

They stood there in silence.

Then finally, the honest Injun stepped forth

and told the truth, admitting it was he.

Upon hearing this,
the wise old chief looked at the braves.

"My sons," he proclaimed,

pointing to the honest Injun,

"I have chosen your new chief."

Hear, hear.

Thank you, Mr. Attorney General,
for that very inspirational tale.

As I look out at the eager faces

- in this room today...
- You okay?

...I see the moral fiber of America.

You boys will be the leaders of tomorrow.

And when one of you youngsters becomes

the next Andrew Carnegie,
the next Babe Ruth,

maybe there's even
a Warren Harding among us,

you will recollect that
the values that brought you success

were instilled by the Boy Scouts of America.

Well, it's all there in the Scout Law, isn't it?

A Scout is trustworthy, loyal.

A Scout is helpful, friendly, courteous.

A Scout is kind, obedient,
pure of thought and deed.

How could we let it get this far?

Brace up, Jess. Not here.

We stole, Harry. We stole.

Apart from the laws of God,
has a greater doctrine ever been forged?

Come on. Hear, hear!

Now, while we enjoy breakfast,

Troop 14 from Laurel, Maryland,
will serenade us with a campfire favorite.

Jess isn't feeling well. He got a bad sausage.

They undercook it, it tends to spoil.

You're getting very skillful,
except for the "K" and the "R."

The "K" is hard.

We can go over it after dinner.

Shall We do that?

Okay.

Come sit beside me.

I know things are difficult right now,
but we're all safe here.

There's nothing for you or your sister
to worry about.

What about the gypsy?

Why would he start a fire?

Because Daddy's not here.

He started the fire
and your father wasn't here to catch him?

Or because your father's not here,

he started a fire?

Can't Owen live here with us?

What? No.

Mr. Sleater works for your father.

And that's not
what we're talking about right now.

The important thing to remember

is that we all need to be careful
so that accidents don't happen again.

Agreed?

It's not going to happen again.

All right, then.

After supper, we'll tackle the "K."

I don't know what your split is with Gillian,
but I can guarantee you this is better.

- 70-30, her favor.
- There you go, then.

This is a 50-50 deal.

You sell to the johns, to the other girls.

And you smoke it like opium?

Sure, if you like.

You can sniff a little, too.

Even shoot it.

What the fuck?

- You just barge in?
- Give me that.

And get dressed.

That's mine.

We have standards here, Charles.

Our girls don't peddle dope.

If they made any money,
they wouldn't have to.

You dress these whores like schoolmarms.

It's tasteful, the way things ought to be.

In any event, it hasn't stopped you
from sampling the merchandise.

It's the 20th century, sweetie.

You wanna make a buck?

Have them start showing a little skin.

Whatever would I do without your advice?

I gotta go.

I'll see you next time I'm in town.

But, unfortunately, that won't be here.

Gather your things. You're fired.

- What?
- Hey!

I'm part owner of this joint.

But it's my house, remember?

I thought it was Jimmy's.

Actually, you're right, it is.

What are you hearing, any scuttlebutt?

I keep calling Jess Smith,
but I can't get a straight answer.

For 10 grand a month,
you think you'd at least get reassurance.

Well, I'm not paying another dime.

Here's a new face. What brings you to town?

- Well, isn't this chummy?
- We're in the middle of a private meeting.

Well, now you're in the middle of another one.

Remus has business
that doesn't concern you.

You get lost on your way back to Ohio?

- I'll call you later, Nucky.
- I'm here now, Harry.

And I want answers.

Boys, give us a minute.

Your man Means didn't show at the hotel.

- Something came up.
- And you couldn't pick up a phone?

How much trouble are you in, Harry?

I told you, it's a witch hunt.

And your companion there looks like
he's about to be burned at the stake.

Jess is fine.

He's under a little strain is all.

- These investigations...
- So who's the patsy,

the poor sap
you're gonna feed to the wolves?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You indicting me, Harry?

Don't be so dramatic.

That's not an answer.

I don't owe you one.

Indict Remus instead.

- That's never gonna happen.
- Why not?

Because Jess Smith would be implicated, too.

He's the only one Remus ever paid directly.

You'll save your lackey's ass
over someone who's given you

- hundreds of thousands of dollars?
- Hearsay.

I never accepted a red cent from you,
Mr. Thompson.

I delivered the State of New Jersey

so your fucking puppet
could pretend to be President.

You're the only Republican that voted, eh?

Harry, I swear to Christ,

if you bring me down, you're coming with me,

lock, stock, and whiskey barrel.

Who do you think
the American people are gonna believe?

The Attorney General of the United States

or a washed-up bootlegger from New Jersey?

Well, I guess we'll find out, won't we?

A rather frank individual, isn't he?

Who could use a lesson in civics.

Well, I shall endeavor to do my best.

So they give Forbes the boot,
and nothing changes.

The Veterans' Bureau still denied me benefits.

Coffers are empty, pal.

I have half a mind
to head down to Washington

and shit on the White House lawn.

I'd like to see you do that.

President Harding said he'll take care of us.

Shouldn't we give him a chance?

- Yeah, right.
- Go back to Kansas, kid.

The Bureau give you disability?

Course not. Why you think he's here?

They said that my injuries did not prevent me
from securing gainful employment.

Jesus, what's it take?

- I say we start the petition like we said.
- Yeah.

You finished with the bellyaching?
Some of us would like a drink.

Yeah, I'll second that.

France... Big fucking deal.

What's that supposed to mean?

- At least you were fighting white men.
- Aw, here we go.

Our hero of the Philippines.

Bring democracy to the savages...

Bullshit!

- We fought that war for the Sugar Trust.
- What?

You're talking like a Bolshevik, mister.

Grow up, sonny. Get your diaper changed.

Oh!

- What are you looking at, Half Moon?
- Lay off, Sagorsky.

Drink your drink and shut up.

- Shove it.
- Yeah, shut up.

One of these days
I'm gonna teach you a lesson, son.

- Fight night's tomorrow, pops.
- There you go.

- Farm boy's got a big trap.
- Ooh.

I can make a fist, too.

You're pissing up the wrong tree.

- Do it.
- Tomorrow night, then.

Here's to you, boys.

Bunch of fucking saps.

Fucking asshole.

And a pack of Luckies.

Keep it.

Help you, fellas?

We were thinking maybe we could help you.

Well, I have no bags,
but thank you very much.

- Day-tripper, huh?
- Stay awhile, see the sights.

Actually, I've got tickets
for a Broadway show tomorrow night.

- Eddie Cantor.
- Lincoln Memorial's finally finished.

I hear it's really something.

You gents with the Chamber of Commerce?

- We're with the Justice Department.
- Harry Daugherty's outfit.

And you're bragging about that?

- What's in the bag, wisenheimer?
- Cough syrup.

Not feeling well?

I have a train, boys, so if you don't mind...

We do mind, actually.

Well, gee,
this here's a violation of the Volstead Act.

Stick around, pal.
We got a nice, comfy room for you,

courtesy of the Attorney General.

Yes?

Sorry to disturb, ma'am.
Miss Predock is downstairs.

She is aware Mr. Sleater doesn't live here,
isn't she?

There's something
she needs to discuss with you.

What's going on?

I think he

may have gotten lost.

He was over on my property.

Why?

Maybe we should talk.

Go sit in the parlor.

You're not to move until I come for you.

Understood?
- I need my bag.

We'll discuss that later.

Go on.

I don't mean to be melodramatic.

I was getting ready
to go back to Philadelphia for the week

and I just wanted to be sure...

Well, oily rags and all that.

I found him in my garage.

- Doing what?
- He wouldn't say.

But...

Look, I loathe busybodies, so not a word.

But if you ever want to talk,
I'm a good listener.

Yes. Thank you.

I didn't do it.

Do what?

Burn the greenhouse.

Why were you in Miss Predock's garage?

- You must have had a reason.
- The man.

The gypsy man?

He was going to light another fire.

- Why?
- Because he

likes to burn things up, I guess.

And what are these for?

I don't know what to do with you.

You sneak about. You lie. You destroy things.

You'll end up hurting people.

Do you think that's right?

Stand up.

Face away from me.

Now go to your room!

Come on, you fucking powder puff.

- Is that all you got?
- You got that mouth of his!

- Come on, Tuck, you got him!
- Come on, Tuck, baby!

Come On, hit him! Hit him!

That's it, Tuck! Come on!

Come on, Tuck!

Come on, baby, yeah!

Give him a shot in the kisser! Well done!

- That's it, baby!
- Come on, he's nothing.

- Come on, give it to him!
- You kiss the Kaiser like that?

Come on, Tuck!

Don't let him get a hit in! Come on!

Don't let him dance around you, Tuck!

Come on, Tuck, give him one!

Come on, sock him!

- Oh!
- Come on.

Fucking tomato can!

Come on, get up, get up, get up!

Come on!

Keep going, Tuck. Don't give up!

Come on, Tuck.

Give it up, old man. You got nothing left.

The body, Tuck, hit the body.

Again. Hit him again.

Come on, he's just an old man.

You'll show him now! Attaboy!

Give it to him, Tuck!

That's how I kiss the Kaiser.

Eighteen goddamn hours
without so much as a telephone call.

A phone call?

We're lucky they even fed us.

Moldy cheese on stale bread,
you call this food?

Depends how hungry I am.

Alby Gold.

- Nucky Thompson.
- Nucky?

That's quite a moniker.

So what are you in for, Nucky?

An unquenchable thirst.

Me, I'm in the hooch business, a wholesaler.

- Nabbed me with quite a haul.
- You don't say.

Almost five cases,
nearly an entire week's work.

I got a still in my basement.

Is it worth it?

I mean, there's gotta be
easier ways to make a buck.

If there are, I haven't found any.

Say, um, you gonna eat that?

Sullivan, Goodheart, McHugh, and Tinao,

you're up.

Catubig.

Beg pardon?

Catubig.

- It was a battle.
- Philippines.

We lost.

But do you think we gave up the fight?

"To serve honestly and faithfully
against all enemies."

Where's my bottle?

What's all this bullshit about alcohol?

A man is willing to lay his life down
for his country,

you best let that man have a goddamn drink.

His daughter's here.

Dad, again?

I'm fine.

I should see the other fella, right?

- I don't need any help!
- Of course not, Gentleman Jim.

You've got it all under control.

Thank you.

He's a bit of a handful.

You're welcome.

I'm Julia Sagorsky.

Richard Harrow.

Well, don't take any wooden nickels.

Docket number US 137-aught-4,
United States versus Leon Bradford Wendover

for violation of Title II, Section 3
of the Volstead Act.

- Miss Randolph?
- Mr. Wendover

was caught red-handed
selling 10 cases of rye whiskey

to members of Phi Sigma Kappa.

Mr. Davidoff?

Your Honor, my client has no knowledge...

Yes, yes.

I want you both up here now.

Your client's guilty.

- Your Honor, this hearing...
- Guilty.

The fine is $5.

- Let's move on.
- Sure, yes.

$5? Is this some sort of joke?

This entire undertaking is sort of a joke,
wouldn't you say?

Next!

Docket number US 137-aught-5.

United States versus
Enoch Malachi Thompson

for violation of Title II, Section 3
of the Volstead Act.

Step up, please.

- Miss Randolph?
- One moment, Your Honor.

I wasn't aware this defendant
was being brought before you tonight.

First, let me say that Mr. Thompson
enjoys the dubious distinction

of being the premier bootlegger
in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

The People on a previous occasion
prosecuted Mr. Thompson

- for solicitation of murder, graft...
- Objection, Your...

...extortion, and multiple violations
of the Volstead Act.

We request a fine of $2,000

and a sentence of one year
in a federal penitentiary.

Jesus Christ.

Your Honor, my client is being charged
with possessing one pint of liquor.

$5.

Your Honor, to allow this man to simply...

Miss Randolph, I sympathize

with your desire to bring purpose to your life.

However, this courtroom
is not the place to do it.

- Next.
- Docket number US 137-aught-6.

United States versus Albert Isaac Gold

for violation of Title II, Section 3
of the Volstead Act.

Can you break a hundred?

Whoa!

Bravo!

Here it is, all night.

Right here, starting right now.

We're going to bring out the fire-eaters,
the snake girl, the Indonesian midgets.

Watch the doorway. Here they come.

We're gonna bring them out here, all three,
so you can see what they look like.

Here comes the Princess of Fire.

She's gonna swallow a little fire for you
right now.

Watch the doorway.
Keep your eyes wide open.

You don't want to miss any of the acts.
It's all free.

Gonna do a little magic for you.

This was taught to me
by our master magician.

Just one of the 10 acts
you're gonna see on the inside.

Watch the bill, watch the bill.
Keep your eyes on that bill.

That's not true.

Somebody butt me.

Here.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Are you from Atlantic City?

Evansville, Indiana.

Here just looking for work.

- What's your name?
- Roger.

Roger McAllister.

Do you ever dream, Roger?

Well, sure.

I mean, who doesn't, right?

It's wonderful, isn't it?

A world where we're safe and happy,

surrounded by those we love.

Yeah.

I mean, I... I guess.

Dreams are where we should live.

But we have to live in life.

- I know it's not proper to talk to strange men.
- No, no.

You remind me of someone.

- Good night, Esther.
- Good night.

You know, haul me in there
another hundred thousand times,

you might actually put a dent in my bankroll.

I only enforce the law. I don't set the fines.

It was a joke.

Seeing you in handcuffs
already had me in stitches.

I'm guessing you don't have
a lot to laugh about these days.

Heading home?

Why would a man like you
ask me a question like that?

It's nearly 5:00 a.m., I'm hungry,
and I hate to eat alone.

Whatever it is, you have to admit,
it's probably going to be interesting.

I thought you were hungry.

I'm fine with coffee.

But you go ahead. You look like you need it.

You see yourself
as some sort of paterfamilias, don't you?

I didn't go to law school.
What does that mean?

The patriarch, the provider, the boss.

Well, I was county treasurer,
but those days are gone.

"Where are the snows of yesteryear?"

You've got a poetic side.

Yes, I'm all lace and potpourri.

You know, we do have a common enemy.

Surprise me.

Harry Daugherty.

I assure you,
the Attorney General and I get on quite well.

The Queen of the Night Court,
scourge of the saloonkeeper.

It's an honest living.

But not what you had in mind

when you accepted a position
with the Attorney General's Office.

I finally got you convicted.

I don't think either of us
will see that as our finest hour.

Is there a particular point
you're trying to make?

Your boss is going to indict me

to save his own skin.

- I'll root for the home team, then.
- Which team is that?

The one that set you up
for a fall in Atlantic City

and then blamed you for bungling it?

Worked out pretty well for you.

But you had me on the ropes, Esther.

And if you don't think I was sweating,

- you're selling yourself short.
- I'm flattered?

And here you are now
with a 20-cent breakfast,

intelligent, capable, and invisible.

Is this where Eve gets offered the apple?

It's where I offer you George Remus.

- He...
- I know who George Remus is.

Don't you think he belongs in jail?

Instead of you?

He's the biggest bootlegger in the country.

And I can give you his entire operation.

He's directly connected to Jess Smith.

And Smith connects to Daugherty.

Who, for that reason,
would never allow Remus to be prosecuted.

But if the whole ball of wax
was sanctioned by a higher authority,

someone winds up with a career-making case.

I'm $5 worth of trouble, Esther.

The real crooks are in an upstairs office
in the Justice Department.

That's quite an allegation.

I'm just telling you what you already know.

President Harding
would never force Mr. Daugherty's hand.

- Unless someone made him.
- Such as?

I'm working on it.

Can we at least say
that I've piqued your interest?

What makes you think that?

You're still sitting here.

Maybe I'm just hungry.

Here's a chance to fill your plate.

Say hello to Mrs. Thompson for me.

- That's it. That's it, baby.
- Yeah, yeah.

That's it.

Come on, baby.

My God, you've taken me back

to the way I used to feel.

Are you really 29?

- Does it matter?
- Ain't never made a girl older than me.

But, hell, none of them make me dizzy
like you make me dizzy.

You're a gentleman above all else.

Shoot

How long have you been
at this boardinghouse?

- A week on Friday.
- Then what?

Just about bust.

I can't afford another day.

- Unless you get a job.
- Yeah.

You got a line on something?

I can ask around.

That'd be swell.

What do they call you back home?

How do you mean?

You have a nickname?

No, but... It's just plain Roger.

- Well, I'm going to call you James.
- James.

Why James?

Because he was a king.

Arkansas.

Little Rock.

- Colorado.
- You skipped one.

California.

What is the capital of California?

Sacramento.

You're quite remarkable.

Finish your breakfast.

Sorry to interrupt.

Is something wrong?

No, not at all.

Just wanted you to know we caught the man.

- What man?
- The vagrant.

He'd been sneaking about the neighborhood,

breaking into yards, sleeping where he can.

He lit the fire to keep warm
and it got out of hand.

Anyway, you won't be seeing him again.

He...

What did you do?

It's all taken care of.

Mr. Harrow, good afternoon.

I don't mean to intrude.

Your father left his jacket.

This fell out the pocket.

It got scratched.

- Thank you.
- Is he feeling better?

He's asleep.

- I'd ask you in, but...
- No, I understand.

No.

I mean, Dad's going through
one of his moods.

I don't want to set him off again.

This was my brother's. Fred.

He died in the Argonne

right before the armistice.

Mmm.

My father can't forgive that.

Goes off to the Legion Hall

like he's going to find Freddie
just sitting there.

"Hi, Pop."

He gets himself into these fights.

Mmm.

You have family?

A sister.

Are you close?

We're close.

Then she's lucky to have you back.

- Hello?
- It's me.

I, uh, was detained
in Washington unexpectedly.

But I didn't want you to think I'm not
concerned about what's been going on.

Nothing has been going on.

You don't need to be stoic about it.

A vagrant started a fire. He's been caught

and taken care of, I'm told.

The greenhouse can be repaired,
if that's what you'd like.

That isn't important.
But, yes, have it repaired.

Final boarding
on track number seven...

What is important?

I'm sorry, there's a lot of noise.

What did you say?

I asked you what you think is important.

Look, I didn't call to...

The kids. The kids are important.

Are they all right?

Margaret?

We're all fine.

Teddy's been protecting us.

Really?

Well, he's a brave little scout.

We should have a conversation
when you return.

- We don't have to.
- I think we do.

Things just can't go on
being every which way, can they?

They're calling my train.

Then you should rush.

- Mr. Murray?
- Ma'am?

That was just Mr. Thompson on the phone.

He says you needn't concern yourself
with us anymore

now the danger's passed.

You sure?

You've been a great comfort.

Are you sleeping?

- No.
- Tell me again.

It's just going to scare you.

It won't, I promise.

It's better when you say it.

The gypsy man, he lives up the road.

He used to live some way... Somewhere else.

He lives there now.

Why is he so mean?

Because he used to be a rabbit,
but he got turned into a person.

And that made him angry.

And when he doesn't like you,
he burns you up.

Does he know about us?

He knows Daddy's not here.

What if he comes back?

Nothing's going to happen to you.

How do you know?

He tries anything,

I'll stick him in the face with this
and I'll kill him.

Pardon me.

Have we met?

Right.

You're the one who went missing three days,

one of which was my opening night.

If I told you where I've been,
you wouldn't believe me.

I'm sure you're right.

How'd it go?

"As the object of Izzy's comic affection,

"Billie Kent is heaven-sent.

"New York Evening Journal."

Not bad.

I also got a business card.
Some movie director.

What's his name?

My public simply can't get enough.

Hey!

She's not here.

Ah, but what great good fortune
you are, Mr. Thompson.

Gaston Bullock Means.

How'd you get this number?

Oh, your naughty virgin's listed.

I do hope her hospitality
exceeds that of Miss Randolph.

Stale coffee in some greasy spoon.

Actually, I invited her.

What do you want?

To merely offer my services

as a fount of information
regarding a mutual...

I'm afraid the term "friend"
would be gilding the lily.

It would if you're referring
to Miss Randolph's boss.

Indeed I am.

Seems lately our Mr. Daugherty
can't retain any ally

except that blubbering walrus Jess Smith.

And what would these services set me back?

Well, the same 40,000
that would now be gathering moss

at the bottom of my fishbowl
had I met you in New York.

That's a lot of money for mere information.

What if, by fact,
I could introduce you and Miss Randolph

to an individual who could

cut the Gordian knot

that is your mutual conundrum
with the Attorney General?

Tomorrow night, Atlantic City.

A suite at The Ritz will be waiting.

I shall pack my very best bathing costume.

Just bring whatever you've got on Daugherty.

Big doings, Gus?

Nothing worth bringing up here.

- Hello?
- Katy?

- It's Mrs. Thompson.
- What time is it?

Late. Early.

I need Mr. Sleater.

I thought he was with you.

He certainly is not.

Sorry. I don't know where he...

Stay where you are!

This is how accidents happen.

What are you doing here?

Mr. Thompson called.

Concerned about you and the children.

I know you sent Gareth away.

You gave me a fright.

You gave it right back.

I just rang you.

Here I am.

You heard something?

What?

To come out so.

I heard you.

Right.

Well, at least the greenhouse is safe.

After you.

Could do with a lock on this.

To keep the vagrants out?

I wouldn't worry much about them.

Was there even one to begin with?
You can tell me.

He smelled real enough, I promise you that.

I thought Teddy started the fire,

and I punished him.

Ah, you're his mom.

He'll forgive you.

I've done what I thought was best
and wound up here.

How did that happen?

There's questions best left till morning.

Then why do we ask ourselves them at night?

Ah.

Must be the pooka again.

Now you are trying to scare me.

And Katy's wondering where you've got to.

The Royal Constabulary
never kept watch on me this closely.

- She doesn't want to lose you.
- Oh, aye.

Up there on the shelf
with the rest of the Kewpie dolls.

Does she really?

And names for every one of them.

Good night.

Wait.

I don't think it's wise.

Don't we both know how to keep a secret?