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They captured Kennedy.

I intend to ensure that you hang!

Do you intend to tell the authorities

of my involvement? - That depends.

What they done to my brothers--

I can't find the strength to move past the memory.

The Druids, they don't mess around.

A gun, a knife-- they're just tools to get a job done.

Two dead, five missing. All from Five Points.

How about a drink?

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

Paper! Get your paper!

Murder trial!

Oh, this one's a good one.

Paper!

Ah!

Goddamn it, Doman!

For God sakes, stop!

Ooh, oh, ohh!

Ooh!

Agh!

Mr. Doman, ain't it?

Imagine running into you this fine morning.

That's the second time you've tried to hoop it on me, Doman!

We're going to have a chat about those six missing boys

and the drugs we found in your pocket.

Oh, no. No, no, no, detective.

That-- that was medicine in my pocket, legal medicine.

I got piles.

Then what are you doing

putting medicine in another man's drink?

Oh, did I?

Must've thought the mug was my own.

A crowded bar-- honest mistake.

Nothing honest about it, you toad.

Opinions aside, detective, you fellas got no evidence

to prove otherwise.

Let's give him some time to rethink.

Put him in the suite.

Really?

Yeah.

No.

Aah!

Ohh!

Please.

Please, stop! Stop! Stop!

Get me out of here! Get me out of here! Please!

Finished!

James, have you seen my betrothed this morning?

Mrs. Haverford was up and left early, sir.

Volunteering for the Ladies Christian Union,

I believe.

On our wedding day.

Remarkable woman.

Simply remarkable.

You got something for me?

You see that my reply's delivered in a timely manner.

Will there be anything else?

You've told your sweet Robert

the truth of your involvement with us?

You know, dishonesty and secrets

are the death of far too many a marriage.

You need only consider your previous one.

Congratulations on your wedding day, Mrs. Haverford.

I wish you nothing but great and perpetual happiness!

A bit smaller, Annie.

I know. I'm not finished yet.

Morning, Kevin.

Didn't hear you come home last night.

Working a case.

Should I fix you some breakfast?

No, no. I just came by to grab something.

But you'll be home in time for the wedding?

Yeah, of course.

The major's sending a carriage to pick us up.

You are the best man, after all.

There's a--

There's a ceili at Callahan's tonight.

I was thinking we could go by afterwards,

make a nice evening of it?

Just like our first date.

You mean the night when, during the Haymakers' jig,

you tripped over old Mrs. Flynn

because you were too busy gawking at me?

Got me a second date, if I recall.

Do you want these in the kitchen, Doc?

- Yes, sir. - Okay.

Never imagined we'd be seeing this old place again.

Are you sure you're all right?

Fine.

It's time we made some new memories here.

Christ, let me out of here!

I thought you weren't saying another word.

No.

I'm going to give the two of you some privacy.

No, no, no, no, please, please, stop!

I'll tell you anything you want to know!

But I didn't kill anybody!

I was just doing my job! I swear.

I work for the government!

Bullshit!

No, no! No! No! I'm telling the truth!

I recruit soldiers for the union Army.

Please!

Now get me out of here!

Amigone funeral parlor's set up.

They'll take twice as much next week.

Criminy, Francis.

O'Rourke's going to be right pleased to hear that.

Speaking of which, I'd be happy

to deliver the news myself.

Ain't properly had the chance to meet the man yet.

Ah, well, I'm not supposed to.

Ah, come on, now, Seamus.

I been doing good work for the Druids, ain't I?

- Sure. - So what's the harm in

introducing me to O'Rourke?

Especially coming from you, one of his favorite boys.

That's a good point.

A word from me would mean a lot.

- Ah, then the matter's settled. - Well, no.

Ah, you're a fine man, Mr. Walsh,

no matter what your brother-in-law says.

You have to see this. He stinks all the way up here.

- Really? - Here.

Stop! Stop! I'm freezing.

I'm what some call a bounty broker.

For each soldier we sign up, we get paid.

Usually, I have no problems talking them into joining.

A little whiskey, a few tales of glory,

they'd be all fired up for Uncle Sam

and a paycheck.

War drags on, huh?

Word of the slaughter trickles up North, doesn't it?

Ain't as appealing once you see men

returning home missing their arms and legs.

So you started drugging them?

Ah, I prefer "loosening their inhibitions."

Let's call it kidnapping. Hit him again.

That's what you're doing, ain't it, pimp, huh?!

Is that what it is?!

You stink!

Hit him again. Go!

Look--

You're Shanghaiing these boys

and shipping them off to wake up

in the middle of some Goddamn field!

You got to understand-- there's quotas to fill.

If we don't procure the men, some other broker will.

Again.

So how did the McGrath boy end up dead?

Oh, no, no, no. That was my partner.

Calls himself "John Smith".

He tipped me off to the brothers,

said they'd make solid recruits.

And, while the two of us would normally

work a pair like them together, he went off

and hired some goon to take his spot!

What sort of goon?

Big, Bavarian fellow named Brubacher.

Never met him before.

Never seen since.

You're saying he killed John McGrath?

We bought the boys a round,

put a few drops in their rag water,

helped them out of the bar.

Then, one of the brothers starts struggling,

and my sauerkraut-eating pal goes berserk,

starts beating the breath out of the poor kid.

Why didn't you just stop him?

He was pure muscle and hardtack!

I wasn't about to get my head caved in, so I--

I took off.

I told my partner I'd stick to solo work.

Where's this partner of yours, and where

are the rest of those missing boys?

I don't know. I don't know.

- Again. - No, no. No.

- We need more men. - For what reason?

You've already got the suspect in custody.

He works with a partner. Goes by "John Smith".

We're guessing that ain't his given name.

Doman snatches the recruits, then hands them over to Smith,

who delivers the boys to the Union,

and today's delivery day.

According to Doman.

When is this delivery?

Claims he doesn't know.

And where are the boys now?

Not sure.

Only location Doman met Smith, aside from taverns,

was an office off Delancey.

So, you expect me to reassign my men,

based off the claims of a crook who offers no proof in return?

No, I expect you to do it based on my judgment, sir.

Request denied. I've just sent 20 men over to the 8th

to help put down a Donnybrook.

Besides, if this so-called

partner exists, I feel certain my most capable detectives,

Lord Corcoran and Duke McSavage,

will turn up actual evidence in proving it.

Now, unless there's something more important

on today's agenda, your highnessness.

Good, then I suggest you move your asses

and get your jobs done, gentlemen.

Can I get the crystal vases here with the cream roses,

and we need to replace all of these candles on both.

Yes, ma'am.

I have a confession to make.

A confession?

Yes. This morning, I wondered if you had finally ran off,

realizing your mistake in agreeing to this marriage.

The silver's being loaded into the carriage as we speak.

Pity.

Then I should take one last look to remember you by.

But, on the off-chance you do decide to stay,

any final words before we take the plunge?

Words are inefficient, dear Robert.

♪ No signal for another train ♪

♪ No further down the line ♪

♪ Oh, sinner, you are truly lost ♪

♪ To the ones you left behind ♪

♪ Get onboard

♪ Get onboard

♪ Get onboard

Matthew.

Don't just stand there, smiling like a Sunday drunk.

There is plenty to do today.

Well, I'd best just get right to work, then.

Mm-hmm.

Miss Heissen. What a nice surprise.

Thought I would welcome you folks

back to the neighborhood.

Traditional pastries from my homeland,

along with a bottle of Kohler & Frohling wine,

from California.

That's very thoughtful of you.

After the hospitality you showed me,

it's the least I can do.

This is John Smith's place,

but I don't what's here that'll tell you anything.

His real name, for instance.

Long as I got paid, it didn't matter to me.

You telling me you never picked up on something, anything,

overheard a name, a number?

Because, if that's really the case...

Then we got no more use for ya.

I never killed a man, until the war.

The first one, that was...

That was hard.

Harder on him, of course.

After the first dozen, killing came easy.

Top shelf, on the left. There's a file of his.

I used to sneak peeks at it, from time to time,

make sure I was getting my fair share.

Invoices, bills.

Anything useful?

Maybe.

Name of U.S. Army recruiting officer

Sergeant Major Atticus Reid.

Smith's contact?

Could be. I'll pay him a visit.

You stay here, keep looking for something

that'll help us find Smith.

You sure you got time for that?

I could go to the recruiter myself.

You got to get to that wedding.

I've got more time than those boys have.

Besides, I'm hoping my past service

will help convince this sergeant major to cooperate.

You enter at your own risk.

Uh, this week's take, Mr. O'Rourke.

And, uh, this here is, uh...

Francis Maguire.

Yeah. He's been doing such a good job for us,

I thought, well...

Thank you, Seamus.

Of course.

That means you may leave.

So, you're the one-eyed detective.

I ain't a detective no more.

You still got the bad eye, though.

Sit down.

Now, why would you have poor, wee Seamus

bring you down here, detective?

I wanted to express my appreciation to you

for giving me some work.

I give you shite work, which can be done

by an idiot with half a brain.

Seamus, for example.

Are you happy with shite work, detective?

Think I could be more than just

some delivery boy-- an asset.

A few years back, me cousin got pinched,

lifting goods from Joe Hill's grocery.

Did I arrest him?

You shot him in the ass.

Ah, my cousin's a prick.

I'm sure he deserved to bleed.

I want to know what you're really offering, detective.

A man with no options will do anything to survive.

I'm yours. Give me more responsibility.

Generous offer, but also problematic.

Even with your supposed fall from grace,

in my experience, once a cop, always a cop.

Then let me prove meself.

Mr. Maguire, I still have two good eyes,

and I believe what I see with them.

The only way I'd ever trust a fella like you

is if you took out one of your own.

You'll have to kill a copper.

Fair enough.

Got just the fella in mind, as well.

We have to leave for the wedding.

There's too much to do down here.

Sara, the gown you created will be perfect.

The guests will welcome us,

conversation, there'll be dancing.

Besides, we must go.

Major Morehouse has agreed to assist me

in my search for your mother.

What? Matthew, no.

I told you I don't want to be in anyone's debt.

I have exhausted all options in my search.

She sold, but, I can't find out where.

The major's effort will be our last and, most likely,

best resort.

And, Sara...

You want to see your mother,

and our friend will help us make that happen.

So...

Let us be friendly in return,

go and celebrate his wedding day.

You don't waltz in here and dictate how

the United States government goes about business, son.

Not when your people tried to tear this Goddamn city down

just to avoid the draft.

My... people have done more than their share in this war.

Yeah, you Irish have a talent

for fighting and dying-- that, I'll give ya.

These are kids we're talking about.

So you said.

I'll fill you in on a little secret.

I don't give a tinker's damn where these kids come from.

We need bodies so bad, we're taking niggers now,

for Christ's sake.

This is kidnapping, Sergeant Major--

Look, shitbird, I get that you've got a job to do.

So do I.

And this Goddamn war tearing our country apart

is bigger than you, me,

or a handful of the Five Points slum rats.

You, of all people,

should damn well know that to be true.

Perfumed generals don't win wars, Corporal,

cannon fodder does.

Stopped being a corporal seven months ago, Sarge.

Thanks for the time.

Detective, I believe you dropped something.

By sundown, they'll likely be gone.

You'll need to hurry.

Go upstairs, get changed.

- Really? - Yes.

I'm not about to attend a high-society wedding by myself.

The bride is ready, sir.

Mr. Morehouse, your bride is ready.

We need to begin.

- My best man isn't. - Right this way.

This may be him.

There's his wife.

Join me, James. You've been drafted.

This is highly unregular, sir.

When have you known me to follow convention?

Besides, who better to be my best man,

than one who sees me naked each day?

I require and charge you both,

as ye shall answer at the dreadful day of judgment

when the secrets of all hearts

shall be disclosed, if either of you know

any impediment why ye should not

lawfully join together in matrimony,

ye must now confess it.

This cop we're looking for,

I trust it's something personal.

If it wasn't for this fella, I'd still have me job,

me old life.

Really, though, just better him than me.

Always is, detective.

Any prig can pull a trigger.

I'd prefer you get your hands dirty.

Unless you don't think you can get this close

to see into his eyes.

I, Robert Luther Morehouse,

take thee, Elizabeth Victoria,

to be my wedded wife,

to have and to hold from this day forward,

for better and for worse, for richer and poorer,

in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish

until death do us part.

By the giving and receiving of a ring

and the joining of hands,

I pronounce they are man and wife.

Blood-red on copper-blue.

In the name of the father and of the son

and of the holy ghost.

My favorite colors.

May the Lord bless and preserve you--

Both in this life

and in the world to come.

There he is, the luckiest one-legged millionaire

in all of New York City.

All of us millionaires are missing some part of ourselves,

Mr. Donovan.

A brain, a heart.

And, Mrs. Morehouse, you look lovely.

Why, thank you.

We may be neighbors soon.

The Coddington place is rumored to be up for sale,

and the missus and I will be putting in a bid.

Oh, I would've thought you'd be obligated

to reside in the Sixth Ward,

considering your political office.

No, no, we amended the city charter just last year.

There's no requirement for me to live anywhere.

Isn't democracy a beautiful thing, altogether?

Excuse me.

The mayor sends his regrets.

Gunther's worried over his reelection prospects.

I'm well aware of my atypical reputation.

A reputation, as some of us recall,

that includes foiling a dangerous

confederate plot single handedly.

There were many fine men--

And you'll be testifying against Kennedy at his trial.

As the proceedings are a secret military tribunal,

I can neither confirm nor deny any involvement.

What?

How many of you are there?

Six.

It's all right. You'll be all right.

McGrath?

Detective Corcoran.

Thank God you're here.

I-- I left word

that I tracked down my boy and I was--

I was coming down here to get him out of here.

To get them all out of here.

"John Smith".

Your boys would've recognized you.

That's why you hired the Bavarian to go along with Doman.

You Michael?

Yeah.

I'm a detective.

Can you free the rest of these boys?

- Yeah. - You get all high and mighty,

if you like, but you don't know him or the other one,

my so-called sons.

Years on the road, providing for them

and their worthless drunk of a mother,

only to come home and be treated like scum.

They're your sons.

They were her sons.

Go on, get out.

So you started to sell 'em off.

Well, it's about time I finally got a return

for them lazy shits.

Sir!

Michael, your brother is dead

because of this lousy bastard.

I know.

Still, I ain't sure Johnny would've wanted this.

But he deserves to suffer, cold and alone,

like he left us here.

Let him live out his days in chains.

- Go on. - Thank you, sir.

Tell your ma she doesn't have to worry about him anymore.

Whoa! Whoa.

Don't seem near enough justice to see you in chains.

So you're going to kill me?

I'll give you a choice--

more than than you ever offered your own sons.

Either I end this now,

or you learn firsthand what dying looks like.

Why, Annie Reilly, what were you doing up there?

Uh, looking for my coat. I am well past my bedtime.

We have people for that, Miss Reilly.

- Hmm. - Tell the help,

and they'll fetch your belongings.

You never looked handsomer, Mr. Morehouse.

Not exactly how I envisioned our wedding night.

Look at you, Robert.

You may be a Morehouse by name,

but tolerance for this indulgence

takes a lifetime of practice, my dear.

Mm.

I don't deserve you.

I don't deserve any joy.

I'm a terrible person.

Shh. You're exhausted.

No.

No, I'm-- I'm a Charlatan,

a deceiver who, before all her friends

and family, before God himself--

Elizabeth, you're speaking nonsense.

I know exactly whom I married.

If you knew,

you would despise me.

You could be the devil himself,

and I would still find you irresistible.

I conspired in the plot to burn New York City.

I think, perhaps, we should take a rest from the opium.

Mr. Kennedy came to me shortly after Winfred's death,

seeking financial support.

I was vulnerable, and I--

This isn't funny.

The fires were only to be a sign of protest,

when places were deserted, no casualties.

Elizabeth, stop.

They preyed upon my naivete.

Forgive me, Robert.

Forgive you?

Forgive you?!

Do you realize that I exiled my father

for his involvement, my own father!

What else are you involved in?

What lies have you sown?

It was a terrible mistake. I had nowhere to turn.

Those vows you spoke earlier--

did you mean a word of them?

Do you even love me?

Yes, of course.

Of course!

Robert, I love you.

Please, I need you, Robert.

Robert, I need you!

Please, if you testify...!

God, Robert! Please!

Please!

Welcome to the United States Army.

Now, for your enlistment bonus.

I'll ensure his family receives it.

You find any more fresh fish, you send 'em my way, Irish.

"Union, now and forever",

Private McGrath.

Ellen, I should've sent word, I know.

Tonight, something came up, something important.

I had to keep on the move.

It's all right.

I know I promised you.

I said it's all right, Kevin.

But you should apologize to Mr. Morehouse.

There were lives at stake.

There always are.

Say what you want to say, Ellen.

You have this instinct to protect people, Kevin.

I love that in you,

the nobility,

but, sometimes, I can't help but feel that you--

You choose to save others' lives at the expense of our own.

It was just a wedding.

No. No, this is how life's always been,

ever since the beginning.

When you were a boxer, you used to leave for days at a time,

going from match to match.

Trying to provide for us, for our family,

to give you things, more than a dirt floor.

How did volunteering for another man's war

provide for us?

I did what I thought was best.

For you.

For us.

For our daughter.

She was 18 months old when you left.

You remember that time we came back from Peekskill

and Maggie was burning up with this fever

and the first hospital we came to refused to treat her

because we were Irish?

How does going off to war change that, Kevin?

That day, I swore an oath to myself, to Maggie,

that she would never be treated that way again,

that she would grow up to be seen as an American.

By fighting another man's war, it became my war,

my country, our country.

That Maggie belonged here.

And, yet, the house is empty.

Detective!

Come here.

I thought it was the groom that got cold feet.

Loose ends with the McGrath case

needed tying up.

Let me give you a tip.

You're fine police, and your dedication

to the job is admirable.

Fellas like you and me, where we come from,

can't be passing up opportunities,

can't be breaking a commitment to important people.

So if you fancy a life beyond that hunk of metal

hanging in your pocket, you'd best start thinking

past the street.

Yes, sir. Thanks for the advice.

I'm only looking out for ya.

Now, go have yourself a drink on me.

- Thank you. - All right?

Richie.

Evening, stranger.

You have your money smile on tonight.

Not a vacant room in the joint.

We're filled to the gills.

Even your friend Robert Morehouse is here.

On his wedding night?

Seems he's decided to play the gander

and spend the eve with anyone but the new missus.

- Christ. - Not that I'm complaining,

mind you-- he tips like a Turk.

But you may want to check his pulse.

Not looking so swell yourself, Corky.

Long day.

Trouble at home?

Never been better.

Bullshit.

♪ Sometimes I am a butcher

♪ And then I feel fat ware, sir ♪

♪ And if the flank be fleshed well ♪

♪ I take no further care

♪ Sometimes I am a baker ♪

♪ And bake both white and brown ♪

Kevin!

Thank goodness, the cavalry has arrived.

You want to hear a real bawdy song,

Corky, here's, your man.

Lottie, get out.

She hasn't heard the Shoemaker verse.

She hasn't.

Well, Kevin, you've managed to ruin my day twice.

Let me take you home.

That is not even remotely an option.

Why? What happened?

Are you taking an interest in my wedding?

Because there was a distinct lack of interest earlier.

I'm sorry.

I didn't have a choice.

Truth be told, your absence was

the least of my disappointment.

Are you talking about Elizabeth?

Why is it those we hold closest deceive us?

Everyone hides certain parts of themselves, Major,

especially from those we care for.

Well, have you shared your worst with Elizabeth,

given her a glimpse of how we were in battle?

Because that's--

That's something my wife never needs to know.

Certain things are best left hidden away.

So, you've forgiven Ellen?

Let's just say I'm...

trying to honor my commitment.

Just like on the battlefield.

Shuffle up, Major.

You and me, we're bunking up tonight.

Then take off your Goddamn boots

before Kennedy strolls in.

Something to drink, Lady Sara?

That'd be lovely, Prince Matthew.

Some of Miss Heissen's wine, hmm?

You keep telling me you're fine.

I am.

I will be.

And, yet, here we are, looking out

at that same lamppost, thinking about

what happened to your brothers.

Just a memory.

That memory's part of you.

What you witnessed, it--

It's something I'm tired of running from.

What can I do?

How do I help you turn around and face it?

You don't.

Sara.

Sara!

Sara.

- No more. - Sara!

No more, Matthew.

No more.

Let's get the children home.

Oh, my.

Come on, let's go.

Where's your damn partner?

I, uh, I sent word for him.

Then this is your case.

Yes, sir, Captain.

I want names.

I want the culprits brought to me.

Don't disappoint me, O'Brien.

I'm in a ferorious mood.

Eyes up, gentlemen!

- Yes, sir. - Aye.

You do not sleep,

you do not leave these streets,

until every last crook, ramper,

and sneakthief is accounted for.

Crack skulls! Kick asses!

- Yes, sir. - Do whatever you must.

Find the no-good son of a bitch who stabbed that boy.

He was one of our own!

See that justice is done.