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You need to make
sure you rest.

Please, I feel good,
these days.

Brigadier General
Brendan Donovan.

We have to be smarter!
Better!

They captured
the traitor, Kennedy.

Great news, indeed.

I want you to take
over my practice.

I no longer live
in Five Points.

I shall rue the act
of freeing you

for the remainder of my days.

This lad here, number 7,

just up and disappeared,

same as the other sons,
brothers, cousins--

all from Five Points.

Two dead, five missing.

I can't have a repeat killer
hunting my streets.

Two bodies.

Maybe the other five
were kidnapped.

Even worse-- a killer
and a kidnapper.

Donovan,

you ever hear of
hydrargyri chloridum?

I thought you were
a copper, not a chemist.

There's a doctor

who helps me with cases,
from time to time.

Now, McGrath,
this boy, was found face-down

in a pit of his own vomit.

This doctor found traces
of hydrargyri chloridum

in that vomit.

The second body
was the same--

vomit laced with the drug.

So either our neighborhood's
found itself a new addiction...

Or someone's
poisoning our boys.

So you're saying you believe

that Michael McGrath
is innocent

of his brother's murder?

Innocent and still missing.

With hope, alive.

And if these other kids
were poisoned,

we need to figure out
who they were with

and where they were drinking.

Let's not let the body
count get any higher,

hmm, detective?

Kevin.

Where are Maggie's things?

Did Annie steal them?

Or did you?

You want this to be over,

but it will never be over.

Ignore me, that's fine!

Maybe you can force Maggie
out of your life,

but you cannot force
her out of mine!

You can't make me forget
or forgive myself!

What did you do, Kevin?

Oh, God.

I didn't know what
to do, Corky.

Your Ellen was acting
all loony again.

Was that your Maggie's?

Don't say nothin', child.

It's him!
The rebel Kennedy!

There he is! Kennedy!

Come on,
it's that bastard, Kennedy!

Come on, let's get him!
- Rot in hell, Kennedy!

I hope they hang you,
you bastard!

Get him!

Stay back!

Traitor!

Get out of here!

Robert!

Ahh, Robert.

Glad you're here.

You have to help me.

They're treating me
like a savage.

I'm an innocent man being
held on false charges.

You know this.

Tell 'em.
They'll listen to ya!

You have been charged
as a confederate spy,

yet you claim innocence?
- I do.

You cannot possibly believe
that you're guiltless.

I was acting under
confidential orders

from the highest of ranks.
- Oh?

Misters William H. Seward

and Ulysses S. Grant
ordered the attack.

Theywere
the masterminds.

Kennedy, you are
entirely insane.

Or quite crafty.

Now, I stopped by,
not to converse,

but to inform you
that I intend to testify

at your trial
and ensure that you hang!

Lock him up!

Name's Maguire.

- Criminy.
- Seamus.

Francis Maguire, himself.
Welcome to the druids.

The fake-cash gang.

The higher-ups,
they prefer to call it

a "financial firm."

It's a far cry from your
days at the precinct, eh?

What's the job?

Boodle carrier, same as me.

We take our firm's currency
to merchants around New York,

in exchange for
the real thing--

Say 100 of our bills for
5 genuine bank notes.

Those merchants give
their customers

our reproductions as change
and their profits blow up.

It's brilliant, no?
- And who runs the ship?

The manager oversees all this.

Above him is the forger.

The master,
he's a true artist,

Goddamn Mona Lisa,
the greenbacks he creates.

I thought the Mona Lisa
was a painting,

not an artist.

I was just saying,
the work he does--

How do we get paid?

When we bring back
the merchants' clean cash,

we get a cut.

The druids?
They don't mess around.

Like to them,
it's no matter.

A gun, a knife--
they're not weapons,

they're just tools
to get a job done.

When do I start?

You happen to know two brothers
by the name of McGrath?

Yeah, John and Michael.

Yeah, they were in
a few days back, Wednesday past.

It was an odd night for
the brothers, though.

How do you mean?

Well, when the boys belly up,
they hold their own,

but they were both
lightweights that night.

A couple of drinks,
all was swell.

Then these two gents
bought 'em a third round.

Halfway through their mugs,
the McGraths

nearly dropped to the floor

and those two fellas had
to help the boys home.

Disturbing my staff, Corky?

I got two brothers,
one dead, one missing.

Growing more likely
this was their last stop

before fate stepped in.

More than one man's spent
his last night here.

Hardly men.

John and Michael McGrath?

Ha! The McGraths.

Admirers
of the Creole girls.

They were last seen
here Wednesday.

Did you happen to...

Um, I was otherwise
engaged that night.

Oh.

We talked with the mother,
but she's a lost soul.

The father, Brogan McGrath,
he's a queer one.

You ever hear
the boys talk of him?

In passing.

Far as I know,
I've never met the man myself.

They claim he disappeared
when they were small,

said he headed West,

returned a few months ago,
just after the election

and when the boys asked him
where he'd been,

the father said he was in on
the California gold rush.

The gold rush dried up
a decade ago.

Well, the men
in this town are not

necessarily known
for their honesty.

The McGrath brothers
ever say anything

about their dad
being a soldier?

If he had been,

you'd think he would've
told them about that glory,

instead of some tale
about being off,

searching his pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.

Thanks, Richie.

Those clean?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Let me see.

Check 'em again.

Fake bills are in full sway.

Okay.

What can I get ya?

You're looking dapper in
those duds, Maguire.

You present yourself
as high King,

they see you as high King.

You said this was
an uppercrust buyer.

- Indeed, it is.
- Tare an'ouns.

Nellis is using
fake greenbacks?

Most everyone is.

Hey.

Best Goddamn bakery
in New York. Hmm.

Let's forego
the dance this time

and I'll just ask--

Why?

We have built
a lovely life here

in Carmansville.

I made a vow to Dr. Hegel

that I would help
and heal those in need.

Without his presence
in Five Points,

there will be
a formidable void

and I can split my time
treating the sick

between Carmansville
and downtown.

Matthew, you are
a remarkable man

and doctor,
but you cannot

physically run
two practices by yourself

and I am not about

to go back to
the depths of darkness

to assist you.

I am not asking you
to come with me!

But I have made my decision.

I'm going to take over
Dr. Hegel's Five Points office.

All right, just over there.

Thank you.
- Dr. Freeman! Dr. Freeman!

My young'uns are ill.
Their foreheads are afire.

We heard you were back.
Praise the Lord!

Come on in. Come on in.

All right, baby,
just sit here now.

Yes, I'm back.

You can't remember
one name,

one fella your boys
had trouble with?

Nah, they were friends
with everyone.

No enemies,
no threats, no fights?

Nah.

When's your husband
due back?

Hell if I care.

If I'm lucky,
Brogan's wrapped

in the wheels of
a rockaway carriage.

Christ, lady.

Mrs. McGrath,

I know you've had
a rough ride recently,

but you should have
a bit more respect

for your husband,
after all he's been through.

What are you
going on about?

Him serving his country
in the union Army,

same as I did.

You fell for that
line of nonsense?

Ah, you know,

to hell with him,

to hell with this
country, this city.

Nothing but a horror story
since the day we arrived.

Now, it's gone
and taken away me family,

me sons.

A wee taste?

Maybe you should take
a rest from the drink.

Swear to Christ,
it's the only way

I can face not having
me boys near to me.

Besides, I never had much
of a taste for it,

till I ended up here.

My father used to say

"There's something
to be said

"for being with someone
and not feeling

the need to talk
all the time."

Breathe deep for me.

Hmm.

Just sitting together

or walking in silence.

When Kevin and I
were first courting,

there was a kind of
beauty to the silences,

but not anymore.

Our silences, now,
are filled with blame,

with disgust and distrust.

Ellen, I...

Your focus is
improving greatly.

Kevin sent away all
of Maggie's belongings.

Her toys, her clothing, everything.

Ellen,

you are suffering greatly.

Both of you are suffering.

While you faced horrors
here at home,

Kevin faced his own horrors
on the battlefield.

To watch his friends die,

to kill men whom
he knew had families,

men not unlike him,

and to barely escape
his own death

when he attempted to desert.

He hasn't told you?

When Kevin received word
that Maggie had died

and that you had disappeared,

he ran away from camp
to find you,

to say goodbye to Maggie,

but he was caught, convicted,

and sentenced to execution.

And Kevin sat in chains,

waiting for death,
talking of you,

and your daughter
and of the mistake

he'd made in
leaving you here.

Major Morehouse used
his influence

to get Kevin pardoned,

under the condition that
he go back into battle,

all the while, knowing
that his family

had fallen apart.

Brogan.

Detective Corcoran.

Out on the beat, huh?

Off-duty today.
Would you believe it?

Could get used to this life,

maybe take an early
retirement, huh?

Smoke?

Love one.

Just ran into one of the lads
from my old regiment.

Haven't seen him
in over six months.

You know when you--

When you don't see someone

for a long while but,
when you do,

seems like no time
has passed?

Oh, sure.

You just pick up
where you left off,

you know what I mean?

It's the same with me
and the fellas I served with.

Maybe it's because
of the boys taking Fort Fisher,

but I've been reminiscing.

What would you say
you missed most

about being in the Army?

Oof. It's a tough question.

Certainly wasn't
ducking bullets, eh?

If you asked me,
I'd have to say

the camaraderie, you know?
- Oh.

Bucking and gagging.

Oh, yes,
the bucking and gagging

got us through some tough times,
to be sure.

Bucking and gagging.

What, you like having
a piece of wood

shoved in your mouth,

your whole body tied
with planks and boards?

For days, you can't move,
can't talk.

That's what you miss
about the union Army,

military punishment,
torture?!

- Hey, I misunderstood!
- Bullshit!

Your wife was right--
you're nothing but

a goddamn no-good,
lying fraud!

Impersonate a soldier?
Sacrilege!

Your sons, your wife,

they deserve better than you.

Aah!

Regarding the ceremony--

I don't understand
what you're saying.

Sorry.

From the book
of common prayer--

Speak, pray, preach
what you wish.

It's all the same to me.

Reverend.

You have made this
dress disgusting!

What on Earth could be
the cause of such commotion?!

She daressuggest

changing the pattern.

Sara, what was
your suggestion?

Uh,

I thought that, perhaps,

we'd try the lacing
in the front,

from the collar
to the hem.

Well, I quite love
the idea.

Mrs. Haverford,

this is not a corset,
it is a wedding gown.

Yes, mywedding gown.

And it is your behavior
I find quite disgusting.

Vous allez vous
couvrir de honte,

pas moi.

Sara, your work is
quite lovely.

This evening, Robert
and I are hosting

Mr. Frederick Douglass,
reformer and orator.

He'll be speaking
in our music room.

Please attend.

I think you'll find him
most captivating.

Hmm.

21, 22,

23, 24, 25.

There we are, now.

Your pile's only
waist-high, Hurley.

The deal was 50 of yours
for 500 of ours.

No, no, no, no.

25. It's always been 25.

'Tis not what I was informed.

Seamus?

That's not what we
was informed.

I will pay only 25.
I always pay only 25.

That is final.
- Aye.

Well, if you say
it's final...

I guess it's final, then.

Hey, those aren't free.

You see, though,

the thing you got to remember
about tobacco...

Is it burns.

Aah! Aah!

Aaaaaaah!

Aah! Aah! Aaaaah!

If I come back from Chicago
with $1 million,

say you'll marry me.
- I will.

- You're the best.
- I know.

Miss Heissen!

Looking ravishing.

That, I already know,
General Donovan.

Enlighten me with
something I don't.

Have you been introduced
to the table game Faro?

It's a steadfast
money-winner for the house,

and I happen to know a most

trustworthy dealer
who'd be honored

to run the bank for
your establishment.

Let's discuss it further
in your office.

This gentleman here,
mister, um...

That's theGeorge Becks.

Mr. Becks is a performer
on Broadway.

He's going to give you
a little acting lesson,

help you attracting
the kidnappers.

Okay, but why me?

These kids, they were
all the same type--

strong, 15 to 18 years old,

shitty households,
and they're Irish.

But I'm 27.

You look 16
and you're Irish.

And when I'm finished
wrapping ya,

you'll at least appear
to be strong.

Let's work on
your performance.

Ahem!

Now, watch what I do
and repeat.

Now that me mother's gone,

I'm an orphan.

I got no one.

Please buy me a drink, sir?

Now you try.

Okay.

Now that my mother's gone,
I'm an orphan.

Stop, stop.

What is that?
- Um, acting?

No, it most certainly
is not. Listen!

Now that me mother is gone,

I'm an orphan. Huh?
You try.

This time, with feeling.

Now that my mother
is gone--

Oh, my God, you're
just deplorable.

If there is
any threat today,

it is to the art of
the theatre.

Once again.

Ahem!

Now that my mother is gone,
I am an orphan.

I have no one and no home.

Please, buy me a drink, sir.

Edmund Kean is turning
in his grave.

This amateur is beyond hopeless
and I'm wasting my time.

Good day.

I'll see you out,
Mr. Becks.

Ahem.

- Good.
- Thanks.

I end as I began--

no war but
an abolition war;

no peace but
an abolition peace;

liberty for all,
chains for none!

A black man--
a soldier in war,

a laborer in peace,

a voter at the South
as well as at the North;

America his permanent home,

and all Americans

his fellow countrymen.

This, fellow citizens,

is my idea of
the mission of the war.

If accomplished,

our glory of our nation
will be complete.

Our peace will flow
like a river

and our foundation

will be the everlasting rock.

Mr. Douglass!

With the 13th amendment

in the hands
of the state legislatures,

there is great hope
that your speech

will be one remembered.

And your vision,
one realized.

Find Phinbar.
Get him dressed.

We're heading to Eva's
at half-9:00.

Phinbar!

You got a moment, detective?

Please tell me you're not here
to report a missing teenager.

Thank the Lord,
no, I'm not.

This afternoon,
I stopped by your home

to give Ellen
her regular checkup.

How's she doing?

Motor skills have improved.

Heart rate and lungs
are normal, healthy.

Seems as if she'll make
a full physical recovery.

How's she doing, Matthew?

Her head is clearer,
much clearer.

Full access to logic,
emotions, memories.

She spoke of your past

and your present, together,

Maggie's belongings?

I did what had to be done.

I'm not taking a side.

I'm only telling
what we spoke

and I may have made
a mistake

and I could've stopped
talking, but I--

probably should have.

I went on and, now,

she knows of your
effort to get home.

I didn't know she was unaware
of your desertion

and I'm sorry, Kevin.

It's not my story
to tell.

Mr. Douglass, I am blessed
with a husband

who cares deeply for me,

as I do him,

but I want to live
my own life

and I'm having
an impossible time

reconciling my past.

For many years,

I retained the bitterness
from my days of captivity.

But slowly, over time,

I allowed myself to evolve,

out of necessity.

When the moment is right,
you will embrace the joy

of true freedom.

You will take an action
and then be able

to evolve.

The Heraldis
running the piece.

Two boys dead,
several more missing -

That's a hell of a story.

I'll not let you
charm or bully me

into burying it.

I like the fact
that we're both

in the story business.

People come to me
with stories all day--

Widows who lack pensions,
with children to feed,

working men, unable
to find gainful employ,

immigrants, scared and alone
in a strange land.

It's my job,
my mission, as it were,

to find a happy ending
to these stories.

Where was it that you

said you were from, again?

You know damn well
where I'm from.

Oh, yes, Pawtucket.

I even happen to have a story
about a man from Pawtucket.

He's a good man,

a staunch Protestant,
even helps out

around the chancellery
when the vicar is ill.

He has six adorable children
and a lovely wife.

Does this story have a point?

Every story has a point,

Mr. Coddington,
because, you see,

this man from Pawtucket,
he travels when he works

and when he does,
he enjoys an activity

for which he
is not known locally

to be an aficionado.

What are you talking about?

Please.

Drunk and out of town
don't count, right?

I'll not be lectured on
alcohol by an Irishman.

But this fascination,
obsession,

for negro ladies
of the night.

You scheming papist bastard!

No one's going to believe
a bunch of coal-skinned whores.

Oh, you're right.

You are right. Hmm.

Ah! Which is why--

I have the sworn affidavits

of six hotel managers

and over a dozen chambermaids.
- That's unconscionable.

Now, I need your help

finding an end to this story.

Does the man from
Pawtucket agree

not to run the article
on the dead and missing boys,

being that it needlessly
inflames the public

and most likely tips off
the perpetrator,

causing him to skip town,

never to be caught
or convicted?

Or does the man from Pawtucket

awake one morning to read about

his predilections
for negro flesh

in the pages of
the Herald'scompetitors?

Happy ending or sad?

You choose, Mr. Coddington.

Mr. O'Hearn.

♪ Oh, paddy dear

♪ And did you hear the news
that's goin' round? ♪

♪ The shamrock is
by law forbid ♪

- Can I take you upstairs?
- Yes.

♪ St. Patrick's day
no more we'll keep ♪

♪ His colours can't be seen

♪ For they passed
a bloody law ♪

♪ Against the wearing
of the green ♪

♪ I spoke with napper tandy

♪ And he took me
by the hand ♪

♪ He said,
how's dear old Ireland ♪

♪ And how does she stand?

♪ She's the most
distressful country ♪

♪ That you have ever seen

Now that my mama's gone,

I'm an orphan.

I got no one and no money.

Buy me a drink, would ya?

Piss off, ya wee scut.

♪ For they're hanging
men and women ♪

♪ For the wearing
of the Green ♪

♪ So since the colour
we must wear ♪

♪ Is England's cruel red

♪ Let it remind us
of the blood ♪

♪ That Irishmen have shed

Oh, I've not yet
had the chance to tell you--

I paid a visit
to Robert Cobb Kennedy.

And? What did you say?

That I would testify
to everything

I witnessed while
in his company.

My words will ensure
that he'll swing.

The man's mind was
in shambles.

Or acting as if
that's the case.

Elizabeth.

Sorry, Robert.

So very sorry.

What?

You have nothing
to apologize for.

I don't know.

At times, I think I should've
stayed in England.

You don't know
what you're saying.

You must be exhausted.

The drink and the opium

only exacerbate
such tiredness.

You're still fairly
new to its effects.

Rest on my shoulder.

It's foolish, really,

to believe oneself a hero,

to seek fame and ovation

by killing masses
of innocent citizens.

Perhaps "fiendish vanity"

is a more appropriate phrase.

We'll be there, Elizabeth.

We'll be there on
the day that he hangs.

♪ Avenging and bright falls

♪ The swift sword of erin

♪ On him who the brave sons

♪ Of usna betray'd

♪ For every fond eye

♪ He hath waken'd a tear in

Beer.

♪ A drop from
his heart-wounds ♪

Hey, mister.

♪ Shall weep o'er her blade

Ahem.

Now that my mama's gone,
I'm an orphan.

I got no one, no money.

Buy me a drink,
would you, mister?

Here you go.

- Thanks.
- Just one?

♪ Lie sleeping

♪ In Gore

♪ By the billows of war

♪ Which so often,
high swelling ♪

♪ Have wafted these heroes

♪ To victory's shore
- Evening.

Seems your mug's about empty.

How about a drink, on me?

- Sure, mister.
- Beer.

10 cents for the two of 'em.

- Thank you much.
- From around these parts?

- No.
- How old are you, kid?

19.

Thanks. For you.

♪ Till vengeance
is wreak'd ♪

O'Reilly! I've been
looking for you!

Where's my money?!

Come on, boys.
Oh, here it comes.

Here it comes! Oh, no!

You don't want that.

Hit 'im! Yeah! Arr! Hit 'im!

- Move!
- Come on! Come on! Come on.

Against the wall!

Who the hell are you?!
- Who the hell are you?!

I'm a copper, you blowhard!

I'm just a fella
grabbing a beer.

What's this about?

Oh, yeah? Get up!
It's about murder.

Two dead boys.

Hit 'im!

You goddamn thief!
- Yeah!

The man's name is Tim Doman,

according to one
of Eva's ladies.

Sullivan's got patrolmen
searching the city over.

Doman'll be in irons
by tomorrow.

We'll find those
missing boys.

- So what now?
- Home. I'm going home.

We handpicked you,
weeks after becoming a widow.

I sat beside you,

in that lavish drawing
room of yours,

as you agreed to lucrative
Southern cotton contracts

in exchange for investing
nearly every cent you had left

in our plot,

all of it to preserve
your pitiful dream

of remaining a member
of that upper class

to which you
so desperately cling!

My involvement was meant
to bring peace

and, yes, I admit,
increase my wealth.

Just tell me true--

Do you intend to tell
the authorities

of my involvement?

Well, that depends.

Oh, do you hear that?

It's like one of
them goddamn seals

barking down at the docks.

Your epiglottis is inflamed--

the back of your throat--

and your lungs are congested.

That's why you're
coughing in that way.

- Am I dying?
- No, you'll be fine.

You have what's
called "croup."

I'm going to give
you some thyme--

It's an herb.

Do you know how to make tea?

I'm Irish, ain't I?

Yes, you are.

Use these leaves

to make fresh tea
three times a day.

Within a week,
your cough will subside.

I, uh, oh, thanks, now.

But would you mind
not telling anyone

that I saw a nigger?

I mean, a negro doctor.

Maggie's things--

You see, if there's
a problem, I act.

I try to fix it.

That's just the way I am.

But if, in trying
to help, I hurt you,

then I'm-- I'm sorry.

Sara! What are you...

Did you travel all
this way on your own?

No.

Mr. Monroe and his brother

kindly drove me
in their carriage.

Sit.

You've only just
opened this office

and already, you spend all
of your time here, working.

You don't eat.
You don't sleep.

This isn't healthy
for you, Matthew,

or for us.

To be honest,

I don't know where we are--

in life, in marriage,
in mourning.

It's time for me to...

evolve.

I now know things about myself
that I've never known before.

We were to have a child

and I was to be a mother,

a strong mother,

but it wasn't the Lord's will.

Instead,

I will be a strong wife,

a strong woman.

If this is where life
has brought us, Matthew,

then I will accept
and embrace it.

I want to help you help people

b-because...

I want you.

♪ Ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ The truth, will ever hide

♪ Even though I tried

♪ They tried

♪ To take my pride

♪ But they only took

♪ My father from me

♪ They only took my father

♪ Even though

♪ I cried

♪ Even though I tried

♪ Again

♪ God be with you

♪ Ireland

♪ God be with you

♪ Ireland

♪ Sometimes I was

♪ Afraid

♪ Even though I prayed

♪ I've lost my religion now

♪ You took that, too, somehow

♪ Blood upon thy hands

♪ Blood upon thy hands

♪ Again

♪ I have served my time

♪ God be with you

♪ Ireland