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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.