Sous-titres Boardwalk Empire 3.01 – Resolution

Scénario : Terence Winter
Réalisation : Tim van Patten

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- 04:27 - http://www.bedetheque.com/album-168699-BD-Walt-and-Skeezix-1925-1926.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gasoline_Alley

- 04:52 - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3-In-One_Oil

- 11:23 - http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auld_Lang_Syne

- 13:55 - http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ziegfeld_Follies

- 19:02 - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatima_%28cigarette%29

- 21:26 - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perelman_School_of_Medicine_at_the_University_of_Pennsylvania

- 43:45 - http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Carter

- 46:50 - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Lovett

- 46:51 - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Lonergan

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- What else could it be? Here. Could be this. Or maybe it could be this! Or this! You fucking piece of shit!

- She's up to 12 trunks already, two more for my mother.
- It's Naples, not the moon.
- Naples is the moon... the dark side.

- Later on, I'm gonna see that fuck.
- I thought you made a resolution.
- Well, New Year's ain't till midnight.

- What do you make of this lady flier?
- She should spread her legs and leave spreading the wings to her husband.

- Imagine it... a worthless desert far as the eye can see, but right there underfoot, a treasure of untold millions.
- I can imagine it, actually.

- Sorry, boys. New Year, new rules.
- See, that makes sense. Chink I know, runs a laundry... tells me '23 is the Year of the Pig.
- This is a business decision, Mr. Rosetti.
- I come all the way down here, put up with car trouble...
- We all got the same news.
- Yeah, but we ain't all in the same fuckin' boat. I'm gettin' squeezed on all sides here... No, fuck you, Frank. Your fuckin' rat-hole bar and your warehouse in Canarsie? I don't see you doing me any favors, amico. And you... you smug kike midget, creeping around like a fucking dentist with the ether.
- Why don't you watch your fuckin' step...
- Why don't you go sit in the corner, short pants? And then there's you... a fuckin' breadstick in a bow tie. You pasty-faced, cocksucking...
- You must be tired,Mr. Rosetti. That can make a man irritable. You need some rest.
- I need 500 cases of rum.
- You and your men... my guests at the Ritz.
- What, you think I can't float my own hotel room?
- I'm making a goodwill gesture. Accept it or not.
- How about I make one, too?
- You'll not do it here.
- I'll shit you out like yesterday's sausage, you bog-trotting prick.
- You're making my decision very easy.
- Nobody here can take a joke.

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Fucking enjoy, fellas.