Max original series Boardwalk Empire premiered September 19th, 2010.
#BoardwalkEmpire was directed by Martin Scorsese.
rottentomatoes: 92%
metacritic: 83
imdb: 8.6
emmys: 20 wins
golden globes: 2 wins
SAG awards: 4 wins
Nucky Thompson
Enoch Thompson is a bootlegger based out of Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Outstanding Lead Actor In A Drama Series
Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series – Drama
1 win: 2011
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series
1 win: 2011
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series
1 win: 2012
“Mrs. McGarry, thank you for that stirring poem. Will you send me a copy? Ladies. Years ago, there was a young boy who lived in this very city. The winter of ’88, some of you remember, a blizzard of biblical proportions. The family was snowbound, freezing, without food or heat. The father vanished– laid to waste by alcohol. And so it was left to this boy, this little man of tender years to fend for himself and his family. Off in the cold he went, worn shoes wrapped in rags, newspaper lining this thin wool coat, as he trudged chest deep in snow to the rail yard, foraging on hands and bloody knees for scraps of coal, hoping for some potatoes spilled from a ruptured sack. Finding none, he took a broom handle and in desperation, killed his family’s dinner: three wharf rats hiding in the hold of ship. Terrible, yes. But the family survived. And the little boy? Well, the little boy speaks to you tonight from this very podium.” — Nucky Thompson
“Prohibition means progress. And never again will families be robbed of their fathers, held hostage by alcohol. How proud I am to live in a nation which, God willing, this year will finally give its women the write to vote. Ladies, I regret to inform you that I have been called away on urgent county business and therefore will be unable to stay for the potluck. In closing, however, let me say this: without the continued support of good, decent women like you, men like me would be nowhere. Thank you and God bless.” — Nucky Thompson
“First rule of politics, kiddo: never let the truth get in the way of a good story. Not as good as you, Wendell. Hey, how are ya? Nice to see you. All right, take it easy, fellas. Thanks, ace. Is my brother here? Boys, boys, boys. Mr. Mayor, friends, fellow members of the city council, as you know, in less than two hours liquor will be declared illegal by decree of the distinguished gentlemen of our nation’s Congress. To those beautiful, ignorant bastards! Rest assured that dry though the country may be, I am in the midst of concluding arrangements that will keep Atlantic City wet as a mermaid’s twat. Every vote counts, Mr. Mayor. The opportunity that is the Volstead Act, has not merely knocked, my friends, it has kicked our fucking doors in! Come on, George. It’ll be like prohibition never happened, but for one thing: prices will increase twentyfold. You. Number one, we got a product a fella’s gotta have. Even beetter is that we got a product he ain’t allowed to have. That’s right. ‘Oh, the Feds, the fucking pro–‘ dogcatchers with badges. With all due deference to dogcatchers. Now, was ward bosses, you’ll each be responsible for taking orders and collecting from your restaurants, hotels, what have you. Those orders will be reviewed by my brother and his men, who’ll supervise delivery. Which brings me to a few personnel changes. You all remember Jimmy Darmody.” — Nucky Thompson
“He did. And now that he’s made the world safe for democracy, he’s back to lend us a hand too. In three weeks, Paddy Ryan is taking over as chief clerk of the fourth ward. Jimmy here’ll be Pat’s man Friday. Hey, where are you going? What’s eating you? Oh, go have a Brioschi.” — Nucky Thompson
“Oh. What time is it? What the fuck’s the matter? What? Last night? Why didn’t you say so? ‘Pregnant woman here to see you.’ Giving me a fucking nosebleed. Please, have a seat. May I offer you tea? No, it’s no trouble. Have you eaten? Okay, relax. Please. No more appointments. Is that a bit of the old country I hear in your voice? Ah. But we’re all immigrants, are we not? Tell me how I can help you. There there, now. Is– is this your first child? Not at all. I do not. I lost my wife to consumption. She was. Oh, um, I’m in a meeting. No, Mrs. Schroeder, Lucy Danzinger. I’ll get in touch. I’m sorry. I, uh… I– she’s my– does your husband work? As you say, until tourist season. However, this should see you through winter. I insist. ‘Enoch?’ You couldn’t possibly be so cruel. Jimmy? Will you see that Mrs. Schroeder gets home? No-no-no, you are in no condition. Sure.” — Nucky Thompson
“All right, we’re all set for tonight then? Good. Drop her off then meet me at the pier later. Bill McCoy, as I live and breathe. Been up north lately? There are things you just can’t get back home anymore. That’s a nice even number. Not anymore, you’re not. How much for the whole kaboodle? It’s a big city, Billy boy, a lot of thirsty people. 35 and we’ll do it once a week. Fuck of a lot more than you’re paying for it. That’s for sure. Do we have a deal or no? You’ll hear from my brother about the particulars. I already got what I wanted. What the fuck would we talk about?” — Nucky Thompson
“What thing? Oh, wait, I gotta get cigarattes. He was a good man. My deepest condolences. Oh, of course. He was a fine fellow. Just last month we spoke. I’m short on time, Mickey. What’d you want to show me? Quite an operation. Where do you get your alcohol? The bubbles. Hey, hey-hey-hey! What are you doing? What the hell’s wrong with you? Out! Now! Beat it. Jimmy, out! Stupid bohunk. Yeah, you’re a real pistol. What? Who’s after you? Then why Doyle? A rose by any other name. Read a fucking book. What, are you off your nut? Yeah, you’re still breathing, aren’t you? He’s part of my operation, kid. What would you know about it? What’s with you? And don’t tell me it’s your goddamned stomach. Yeah. You’d rather be my driver? Oh, listen to Bonnie Prince Charlie. And for eights years prior I spent night and day kissing the commodore’s ass. Oh, and what about the last three years? And nearly get yourself killed. Did it ever occur how your girl might feel about that? Your little boy? And he wants to be in politics. You know who dies for their country, kid? Fucking rubes, that’s who. Had you stayed in school, it’d have been you in that job not Ryan. I’m telling you to slow down, get the lay of the land. You’ve been home now what? A month? Well, how are we gonna keep you down on the farm? I know. All right, look. That’s 1,000 bucks. Go buy yourself a decent suit– a fella hands you a grand, you tell him to fuck himself? You’re a pip, kid, I gotta say.” — Nucky Thompson
“This is America, ain’t it? Who the fuck’s stopping you? Come on, let’s go. Gentlemen. Okay. Ah. Nice to see you. Come on in. Now if you come back here in July, at the pool they have the sea nymph festival. You should come for that. Like mermaids. Fella goes to divorce court. The judge says ‘I’ve decided to give your wife $25 a week.’ Fella says ‘that’s mighty swell of you, judge. I’ll try and send her a few clams myself now and again.’ No! You’re a law-abiding citizen, eh? Oh. That’s fine. Go find some and play it. Tell the boys. How’s the chow, fellas? Sure. Who doesn’t like to eat? Chicago’s a fine town. Of course.” — Nucky Thompson
“You young fellas– no appreciation for the art of conversation. Arrogance too. You haven’t stockpiled? Well, I have a load coming in tomorrow. 500 crates Canadian Club. Originally I’d planned to keep it, but seeing how I’d like to start our relationship off on the right foot, how about I let you have it? 60 grand for the entire load. But you use your own men for the pickup. All right. Cheers. Have a good time tonight. If you get in trouble, don’t call me. You call my brother. And so what you wanna do– just ask for Lolly. He’ll be expecting you. I’d wish you luck, but it sounds like you don’t need it. True enough. Well, next time we come to your place, you pay for it. You kick in the clams. It’s a joke, yeah. All right.” — Nucky Thompson
“Lucy, stop– stop saying that. Oh, oh… Lucy, stop! With the cowboy shit. It’s distracting. Oh yeah. What? No! What do you want? Oh, Christ. All right. Hello? What? All right, I’ll be right there. Eddie! Tell Jimmy to bring the car around. Son of a bitch. Lucy, open the door. Oh, come on, baby. I gotta get dressed. No, he’s not more important than you. But Arnold Rothstein and $90,000 is more important. Open the goddamn door! Yeah, you do it. My back. Get in there. Yeah, yeah! Open the fucking door! Where is he? Well, he is who he is.” — Nucky Thompson
“You fellas ever hear of sleep? I heard you had a lucky streak. That’s what I hear. It’s not that. It’s a small house. We just can’t handle your kind of action right now. Why don’t we get to know each other better? Maybe you shouldn’t be listening to the grown-ups conversations. I’m sorry you feel that way. Cash him out. Pardon? Where’d you get all that money? That money belongs to your wife.” — Nucky Thompson
Margaret Schroeder
Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Drama Series –
1 nomination: 2011
Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role in a Series, Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television
“Thank you, I’m fine. Thank you, no. I mean I have, yes. I’ve eaten, but I… my husband says I sound like an immigrant. First of all, sir, I would never– but when I heard you speak, I– my apologies. My husband, he has a weakness for the dice games. He’s a drinker as well on occasion. It’s our third. We’ve a boy and a girl. Do you have children of your own, Mr. Thompson? I’m sorry. That was quite forward. Oh, I’m sorry. She was very pretty. No, please, I– hello. No. It’s– he’s a baker’s helper. But till tourist season and with winter, and the children without boots, I– your story moved me so. If you could see your way to give him a job, sir? I’m not here looking for charity. I don’t know what to say, how to thank you. I’d be honored to name my child after you. I’m fine to walk, please. Thank you, Mr. Thompson.”
“It’s best you leave me here. Please could you leave me here? Thank you. I’m fine. Thank you. I was, um… one for you… and two. And one for you. I told you. I was walking past the church when I felt faint. Mr. Thompson saw me and was kind enough to have his driver see me home. I am. That money belongs to the children. Never you mind where I got it. You give me that money.”
Jimmy Darmody
“Get ’em up! Get your fucking hands in the air. Drop the heaters. Drop it, I said! You too, fat boy. Drop it! Drop your weapon.”
“In the trenches, once we ate dog meat. But rats? Sure did. Nothing. I don’t know. My stomach.”
“Will you look at this shit? No, put it in your mouth. Dempsey. ‘Champ was no draft dodger. He explains his status during war.’ I don’t know. He supported his mother. It’s a bunch of baloney. Wise up, Ange. It’s a bill of goods. You think a fella would give up that type of opportunity to go fight for his country? What? Why you looking at me like that? Princeton wasn’t exactly the heavyweight championship, Angela. I’d be 25 by the time I graduated– almost 26. Doing what? Painting pictures? And what about Skeezix here? Where you going? No, no, come on. You gotta eat this mush. Get up. Come on. What about you, right? Are the eggs ready yet? Your mother’s screwy if she thinks I’m gonna work for a sap like Ryan. Ryan is a sap. I’m gonna talk to Nucky. I don’t know, two years killing Jerries doesn’t exactly prepare you for a whole lot else.”
“Pardon me. Your friends from Chicago checked in, the New York gangs too. 8:00, the Traymore. Say, Nuck, I was hoping to bend your ear– what was that? Right here? Okay. May– may I help you inside? You sure? Say, Nucky. About that thing. The thing I wanted to talk to you about.”
“I’ve seen a couple. None of this is legit? You can make scotch too? What’s that? What the fuck’s in this shit? Formaldehyde, huh? Cocksucker! Fucker… well, you didn’t drink that piss, I did. Yeah, yeah, so’s he. That’s the problem– he’s still breathing. You don’t need him. You want to know what’s with me? Honestly? Paddy Ryan. You really expect me to go work for that mick? Of course not, Nuck. It’s just you– you make Ryan clerk? I can run rings around that chump. C’mon, Nuck, you were assistant sheriff when you were my age. I’ve been kissing your ass since I was 12! I wanted to serve my country. Look, if that was my fate, then so be it. Yeah well, I’m home now, Nuck. So how about it? All right, so you’re punishing me. Is that it? You’re punishing me. Nucky, I’m not the same kid that left. I seen things. I’ve done things. I’m serious. I don’t want your money! Nucky, all I want is an opportunity.”
“I was in Chicago once. Good steaks. Summer of ’17, I passed through there, on my way to Camp Grant. Mm. No kidding. Little bit. Caught some shrapnel from a Jerry’s grenade. Spent eight months in the hospital. Say, let me ask you something. A guy like Rothstein, what’s a fella like that worth? On the level? You make that much running card games? But he only did six months? Oh, right. Jeez, a half million dollars– can you imagine that? How old is– what is he, like our age? You guys gonna get into the liquor business too? But you don’t agree? Yeah. Hey, nice talking to you, huh? Jimmy Darmody. All right, Al.”
“Hey, slow down, champ. No taffy. He looks like Fatty Arbuckle Jr. Hey! Come here. Come here, Tommy. Come here. Maybe we should get a photo. That’s right. Can I help you? It’s okay, dear. Go on home. It’s fine. I’ll see you at home. Miele. I– I’m doing all right. For a while. Am I in trouble or something. It’s not like that. Mr. Thompson is a pillar of our community. What are you interested in? I got a bum leg. Could I have one of those cigarettes? Yeah, sure. Yeah. What? Know what?”
Agent Van Alden
“Got them. January 16th, 8:03 p.m. Johnny Torrio meeting with Nucky Thompson. The gray tweed. We got a bead on Rothstein. He just came in with Luciano. This other fellow is Big Jim Colosimo. In the Homburg. The Homburg. Never mind. He took it off. Who? That’s the concierge. The manager, he works here. Does that man look big to you? It’s Arnold Rothstein? Lucky! Lucky Luciano, Nucky Thompson.”
“James Darmody? Ma’am. Special Agent Van Alden, Bureau of Internal Revenue. Perhaps. Will you come with me? Thank you, ma’am. College man too. Princeton. Guilty conscience? Tell it to Sweeney. We know all about him and his little fiefdom. The election rigging, the graft– how’d you like to come work for the Bureau? It’s a godly pursuit. Sure. You do go to church, don’t you, Mr. Darmody? Well then… you know, right?”
Arnold Rothstein
“Mr. Torrio. Arnold Rothstein. No-no-no. None for me. Oh, teetotaler. Never touch it. I like to stay sharp at the tables. Fine. It will be if I have something to say about it. All the way from Chi-town out of the goodness of his heart. I apologize. Ambition can be read as impatience sometimes. Ehh… I have a friend– a judge. His daughter’s wedding is in a week. I’d like to be able to accommodate him and their 700 guests. Mm. All sold already. I’m coming up short. How much? Send me over the details, we’ll settle up in cash tomorrow. Cheers.”
“Business… we make our own luck. Who can sleep with all this excitement? I’m a skilled player is what he means. Mmm, so. What’s all this about cutting me off? Your credit’s good with me. Charlie, sit down. Charlie, Charlie. As of now, you owe me– well, 93 grand. Less 60 for tonight’s load knocks it to 33. I don’t gamble where I don’t feel welcome.”
Lucky Luciano
“Yeah, sharp. The way he wins, he wants to be sharp. What do you think I’m sitting next to him for? It ain’t New York, that’s for sure. Hey, Johnny, talk English. So what’s the difference? Could you fix us up or no? We’ll take alls we can get up to 2,000 crates a month. For starters. All right, yeah, I gotta piss.”
“Luck had nothing to do with it. I don’t think I like what I’m hearing. How is that? So you can keep playing then.”
Atlantic City
“Come on, let’s go. Let’s go. I’m a sitting duck out here. So move then. Come on. Charlie. Load it up. Let’s go, let’s go! Come on. Liquid gold, boyo. That’s it. Come on, are we fucking done here? Boys, we’re straight through to New York, so anyone needs a piss, you take it now. No? Then let’s go. Son of a bitch. Hold up. Slow down. He’s still breathing. Fuck him. Get him off the road. You stupid fuck. You know whose fucking load this is?”
“Come on in, boys! Don’t be shy. Meet the gals who put the ‘ooh’ in ooh-la-la. Step right up, friends. What ya waiting for? Lovely ladies direct from Paris– France. Young ladies, I know there are attractions that your parents would like to take you to, but this is not one of them. Ladies, take them away, yes. They should have been gone a long time ago. Don’t be afraid, fellas. They won’t bite– unless you want them to. Hey, Nucky, how you doing? Good evening, Nucky. How are you, Nucky? Say it ain’t so, Joe. To the end of the world! I got it! I got it! Over here. Have you got some rye? I want some gin– gin!”
“Upstairs. They all are. Here, here! Jeez, Nucky, you’re fucking mermaids now? A Republican through and through. Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. What kind of sucker will pay three clams for a drink worth 15¢? You been to Margie’s? You’ll pay 12 clams for a piece of cooze that ain’t worth nothing. Yeah, you pay. You pay. I know. They might as well outlaw smoking. A man’s on holiday, believe me, he wants a drink, he’ll pay the price for it. How about the law? The Feds! The Feds, the fucking prohees. Welcome back, kid! Welcome back, kid. Gave them Huns hell, I heard. Attaboy, Paddy. Paddy. Congratulations, Paddy. Gentlemen, it’s an honor. Paddy Ryan, good man. Look out, Mayor. The kid’ll have your job, one day. He can have it right now, if he wants. Give it time, Mr. Mayor. Welcome aboard, Paddy.”
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! Prohibition! Ryan’s a sap. I drank all my milk. David, I am so sorry I’m late. Where you been? Get in the house. Who the hell is that? Gather around and behold, ladies and gentlemen, the catch of the day! For Neptune yields the treasure from his water kingdom: sea bass, eel, blue crabs, king mackerel and flounder… Nucky. Funny you should ask. I just got back — a little souvenir shopping. A load’s coming in tomorrow night. Canadian Club, straight from the distillery. 500 crates at 100 clams per. It keeps the arithmetic easy. I am a simple fisherman, after all. ‘And he took the loaves and fishes, looked at his disciples and said, ‘fuck it. We’re going into the whiskey business.” 40 grand. What does that come to a crate? Dirty chiseler. Where you going? I thought we were having a drink?”
“Nucky Thompson is here. Mr. Thompson, what an honor. Why, I– I hadn’t even realized you knew my husband. Oh. But the laryngectomy… fellas, meet the missus. She ain’t much on personality, but she don’t talk back none neither. What’s the matter, kid, never seen a stiff before? So much for the niceties. My factory, gentlemen. 10 shiners, two shifts, 24 hours a day. Gotta figure we’re putting out close to 2,000 crates a week. And that’s just for starters. Not once they get through with it. One part real, eight parts water. You heat it up, let it cool, then add your alcohol to bring up your proof. Potatoes. You let ’em ferment. Smells rough, but compared to a stiff, it’s fucking lilacs. After you add the alcohol, you throw in your caramel coloring, your oil of rye, bourbon– depending what you want. Naturally. You just gotta add some carbonyl though, for the bead. Higher the proof, more bead it’s supposed to have. Go on, bottoms up. Carbonyl, like I said. Formaldehyde. It was just a gag, okay? Enough with the bohunk cracks. Name’s Doyle now. I changed it. I ain’t Mickey Cusick no more. Nobody. It sounds better is all. What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Two! Two pile of soups. The automobile? Tell me again how you came to find yourself getting chauffeured around town. Come here. You are a little warm. And you’re feeling better now though, are you? And this? How’d this find its way under the mattress? Mama. Like fuck it does! Where’d you get it? Huh?! By whoring yourself out? Ya whore! No, you sit down or you’ll get the belt! Eat your food. I want mommy! Eat your food.”
“It’s Lolly. Hey listen, your friend from New York, the bankroll? He just took us for 90 grand. 16 hours and he wants to keep going. We ain’t that flush right now, Nuck. Eating with the Italian fellow. I didn’t want to say nothing, but this Rothstein’s a cheater. Honestly, if he wasn’t who he is, they’d have found him in a fucking alley. That’s why I called.”
“Thompson, right? I heard you’re familiar with my wife. My wife. Margaret. You drove her home. What business is that of yours? Oh, so it was you who gave it to her.”
Al Capone
“Up! It’s pretty fucking obvious now, ain’t it?”
“It’s all right. A little cold, but so is Brooklyn. You get used to it, I guess. Doughboy, huh? Me too. The Lost Battalion. How about you? You see any action? Jesus. Him? 10 million at least. He’s as big as they come. Christ, Luciano’s sitting on half a million. I know that for a fact. Got a spread on Park Avenue. Cards, hijacking. He’s a fucking dope peddler too. Did six months for pushing heroin a couple years back. Yeah, he bought a judge. 22-23 maybe. Colosimo says no. Too much heat from the law. Says there’s enough money in our whorehouses. I’m Johnny’s muscle. Who gives a fuck what I think? You too. Al Capone.”
Johnny Torrio
“Boys. Rothstein. See, I told you he’d come. Big Jim Colosimo, Arnold Rothstein. And Charlie Luciano. Come on.”
“Thank you. This is them. Enoch Thompson. Big Jim Colosimo. Money. Clams, money, capirò? And they call that one lucky. Oh, it’s delicious. New York ain’t New York now with Prohibition. Ain’t that the reason we’re all here tonight? As you know, in light of recent developments, I thought it might be of mutual benefit for you boys to meet. When I say mutual benefit, I mean mine too. I didn’t come here for the pastasciutte. I’ll be expecting a matchmaking fee. See, in addition to their other enterprises, Messrs. Rothstein and Luciano have significant interests in the cabaret business back in New York. And a man such as yourself, with both political influence as well as a passing acquaintance with the seafaring types of the Atlantic Ocean– Salvatore… …big business. Go ahead, do what you were going to do. All right, gentlemen. Salut. Thanks, again. A pleasure. You come to Chicago, I fix you up. Jimmy, stop with the clams. It’s a joke. Americans, they like to make a joke.”
Eli Thompson
“I wanted to arrest him, but he had 24 hours left. I couldn’t. Now he’s– he’s on the trolley! The law? I am the law, Georgie boy. Or are you so fucking soused you thought I’m Lillian Gish, huh? I mean this ain’t a flower. It’s not a flower. I’m gonna kick him outta here right now. You’re outta here! You’re under arrest. Welcome home, Jimmy.”
Eddie Kessler
“Nuck. Nucky. 2:30. Nucky, are you up? There’s a lady waiting to see you. She’s been waiting over an hour. She says it is urgent. She’s pregnant. You met her last night. She saw you talk or something. Ah, ah, the Tempremence League. I just did. I-I-I– I would never– I am so sorry. I would never inter– inter– interrupt. I–I go I…”
“You must please come this way. Mrs. Schroeder to see you. Yeah.”
“Nucky! I– I heard screaming. Are you all right? May I enter? Steinman’s on the wire. What? What? Yeah? Jimmy called to be out sick. I– yeah, please, Lucy, it’s very important to come in. Open the–“
Angela Darmody
“James. So what did he say? They couldn’t write it if it wasn’t true. Have you given it any more thought? I could go to work. Hey sit down, eat your food. Yeah. Drink your milk. One more bite. You know, you could learn a lot working for Ryan maybe. Hold your horses! Don’t say that. Good. So what are you gonna do?”
“No-no-no, sweetie, sweetie. This way, sweetie. This way. Stay with Daddy. No, I don’t feel like it today. Jimmy. What’s this about?”
Lucy Danzinger
“Hey, uh, Nucky? I’m gonna go now. Hi. So am I gonna see ya later?”
“Giddy up, cowboy. Come on, daddy. Giddy up, cowboy. What? Okay, Nucky, come on. He is always interrupting us! Jeez Louise. Screaming? We were fucking, Eddie! Fucking! No! No fucking way! Go spend time with Eddie. He’s obviously more important than me. No! Why don’t you go hang out with him? You know, you can…”
Chalky White
“Tell Nucky I ain’t got all day.”
Chicago, Illinois
“Gentlemen, welcome to the Brighton. We got a nice high floor, eh? I want to look at the water. Oh, rest assured, sir, all our rooms have an ocean view. Charlie, how are you?”
“Ahh. Ohh. Mr. Thompasoni. Pleasure to meet you. Seamina festival? Clams? Money, capirò? Uh, you should put it in some lobster too, no? Eh? He’s the lightweight. Last year, he clear $2 million just off the World Series alone, eh? Two milliones. Hey, boy, do you have any Caruso records? Enrico Caruso? Caruso, no? Put it on, eh? It’s like funeral music here. Oh, ma, she’s the best, eh? You should come to my restaurant sometime, eh? I treat you nice, eh? If you like to eat, you eat. If you don’t like to eat… hmm? Ahh… salut. Mr. Thompson, thank you very, very much. The lobsters are very good. You paid. I’m a happy man. Eh, any time. Ahhh! But, you know–“
The FBI
“As Prohibition agents, you represent the finest America has to offer– the first line of defense in the war against illegal liquor. Stout-hearted men, centurions for the modern age, unswerving in duty and incorruptible in character. Raise your right hands. I.. state your name… do so solemnly swear… to uphold the laws of the Constitution of the United Sates… to uphold the laws of the Constitution of the United States. To root out criminality in all forms… and vigorously uphold all laws…”
“Which one’s Torrio? ‘Gray tweed.’ Come again? The hamburg? Who’s this fella now? The guy in the brown suit. It’s ‘sierge?’ So the red tie, that’s Big Jim? How’s that? So it’s not Colosimo? And Nucky Luciano. Come again? So… who’s Colosimo?”
“Distinguished service cross, Battle of Saint… how do you say this? Seems to me you’re a man on the come. You mind telling me what a go-getter like you is doing working for a crook like Thompson. None of which we’re interested in. Liquor. It’s illegal importation and manufacture. Suppose I say you don’t? You got a wife, young son at home. It’s an honorable profession, James. Plenty of room for advancement. Give him a light.”
Women’s Suffrage
“‘Coward, monster, vicious brute, friend to thief and prostitute, conscience dulled by demon rum, liquor, thy name’s Delirium.’ Tomorrow, we awaken to a new dawn. And on the eve of this momentous occasion, it is my pleasure to introduce Atlantic City’s esteemed treasurer. The honorable Enoch Thompson. What a nice man. Shh, shh.”
Gyp Rosetti
Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series
1 win: 2013
