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You choose to save
others' lives

at the expense
of our own.

I conspired in the plot
to burn New York City.

Major Morehouse has
agreed to assist me

in my search
for your mother.

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

is if you took out
one of your own.

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

Morning, Miss Eva.

Where's Kevin?

With Morehouse.

Okay, liven up this
cemetery, huh?

Kevin!

Jesus H. Christ,
is this

what the Protestants
call a honeymoon?

Shut up!

What's happened?

Phinbar Byrnes,
uh...

Yeah?
What of him?

He's, uh...

The kid's
been stabbed.

Gutted like a carp.

When?

Found his body
a few hours ago.

The lads are
in a rage.

He made this
soft little noise

when I stuck
the blade in.

Oh, yeah.

And, oh, that look
in their eyes

when they realize

the hour has come.

No one can ever
believe it's true.

It's like they think

"this has to be
a mistake."

Right, they do that,

"can't be me that's
actually dyin'."

Which is too bad,

'cause we share
a bond--

The killer
and the killed.

Here's
to the gone ones.

Gone and, sadly, forgotten.

No witnesses,
no leads!

So we just stand here with
our pricks in our hands?!

Sorry, sir.

Took your sweet time
getting here.

What do you know
about young Byrnes?

Did he have any
enemies to speak of?

You found him
in Bottle Alley?

Yeah, what of it?

Billy Murphy
lives near there.

Phinbar was trying
to court his daughter.

Murphy's a fierce
cop hater.

Ah, Phinbar,
you daft bastard.

You men,
go with Corcoran.

Have a pleasant little chat
with Mr. Murphy.

And the rest of you,
what the hell are you doin'?!

Thought you might've
worked up an appetite.

Coppers are crawlin'
all over the points.

Let's tuck in.
You can tell me

about the departed
Phinbar Byrnes,

all the gorgeous
and gory details.

Or you could leave us men
to drink in peace.

You ever put your hand
on me again, boy,

I'll chop it off ya.

You're joking me.

Ah.

Stay down,
you prick!

If it weren't
for me,

you two wouldn't
know each other.

- Go on, ya wee lass.
- Ah!

We'll ring a bell for ya
when we need ya!

The Forger don't usually
like meetin' people,

but youse might just be
the exception, lad.

My lady, may I have
this dance?

- Why, yes, you may.
- Ah!

Ah!

Ellen, that's mine.
Ellen!

It's mine.
Ellen, please!

You took this from
Elizabeth Morehouse?!

That's mine!
Ah!

Ow!
Oh, you thief!

Aah! Ah!

You give me back
that necklace.

You are
the devil's child.

And you're a crazy
old whore, Ellen!

Argh!

Oh!

Aah!

I will teach you
how to behave.

What, you're going to kill me,
like you did Maggie?

How you wanna
play this, Corky?

- Aah!
- Annie?

Oi! How you wanna
play this?

You break down the door
and we rush him.

Minogue and Shultz
will go in the back.

Glynn, follow that girl
in the blue dress.

Bring her to me.
- But we've got a cop killer.

Find her
and bring her to me!

- You ready? You ready?
- Yeah.

Aah! Murphy!
Don't move, Murphy!

What the hell?!

Oh!

Mrs. Morehouse.

I apologize. I didn't mean
to disturb you.

Mrs. Sara Freeman is
in the drawing room.

Agh!

Would you ever quit
ticklin' me,

you gobshite?

Just confess
to what you done

and we'll all be
finished here, huh?

Piss off, Duchess.

Let him stand, boys,
let him stand.

Why, Sara, hello.

Mrs. Morehouse.

I don't wish to bother you
during your honeymoon time,

but you mentioned
I should call today

to get the rest
of the payment.

Oh. Yes, of course.
Sorry.

You looked an absolute
beautiful bride.

And Mr. Morehouse,
his smile was proof

as to how much
he loves you.

Mrs. Morehouse,
are you not well?

If the dress was...

No. No, Sara, the dress
was lovely, truly.

And I'm fine.

Just a stream
of emotions

that I'm not
accustomed to.

Robert left

after the ceremony.

He never came home.

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

We have a dead cop.

Do you think we're ever
going to just go away?

We know you threatened
to kill him

if he went near
your daughter again.

Do you hear that?

Leave her alone!

She's nothing
to do with this!

Please don't hit
my father anymore.

He's been here
all night.

Fiona, keep
your mouth shut!

He ain't your man.

There's a new gang
in the points.

Shut up!
They'll kill us both.

Men can
sometimes act

out of fear.

Or anger.

You could not have
done anything

to anger him so.

You are clearly
a good woman.

I can disappoint
myself, at times.

We all make mistakes

and the lure
of those places

can be strong
on a man

in a moment
of weakness.

If it were up to me,

I would raze
the entire Sixth Ward.

Push it into the harbor
and be done with it.

I must steel myself,

go down, and retrieve
my husband.

I'm sorry.

My problems
are not yours.

Please, let me
get you your money.

Listen--

Mrs. Morehouse,
a letter for you.

- From Robert?
- No, ma'am.

Is everything
all right?

Yes.

A spark of good news
amidst the madness.

We've found the plantation
to which your mother was sold.

Listen, copper,
leave my daughter be.

She's just a lass.

Shut your trap.

I'll catch up.

Ellen, wh--

What happened
in here?

Please, Kevin,

promise me that child

will not be allowed
in this house again.

Damn it, Ellen,

this enmity between
the two of you--

No.

Do not place me
beside that brat.

Annie stole
Elizabeth Morehouse's

diamond necklace.

I only tried to get it
from her and--

And what?

What did you do
to send her off?

'Cause I saw
her running.

Straight to hell,
I hope.

How can you not see
the truth before you?

She is a devious
little demon.

No, she's a child

who doesn't know
what she's doing.

What is this,
Kevin?

She is not our Maggie.

You will watch
what you say.

Annie is a tramp!

Oh!

If you were half
the man

you believe
yourself to be,

you'd worry
about your wife,

not that
little beast.

I shouldn't
have hit you.

Ellen.

Art.

Art and commerce--

That is
the intersection

where we function,
Mr. Maguire.

Fair enough.

Occasionally,
bloodletting

is part
of the equation.

You performed admirably.

The murder of a copper

cuts to the very
depths of society,

the structure
of civilization,

a direct assault
on public security.

Are you familiar
with Schopenhauer?

Is he the man
that sells

that good Schnitzel
down on the bowery?

Schopenhauer said

that the world
is driven by

dissatisfied will,

and that,
to be truly happy,

one must
eschew desire.

I find that most men

are incapable
of such strong will

and that
makes me happy.

And rich.

Works of art,

designed to
facilitate commerce.

I want the two
of you to go

to the South street
dock at 6:00.

There'll be new printing
plates coming off

the Belle Larue
out of Marseilles.

O'Rourke will fill you
in on the details.

Done deal.

C'mon, kid.

That's for you.

Yeah.

Elizabeth Morehouse
to see you.

Oh, is she looking
for a job?

You won't catch
anything.

I run
a clean joint.

I'm looking
for my husband,

Robert Morehouse.

Major Robert
Morehouse.

I know that he
sometimes

drinks here.

Didn't you two
get married

just yesterday?

Yes.

Yesterday.

I've heard of
the seven-year itch.

This must be
a world record, then.

I have money,
lots of it,

earned by
honest endeavor.

Surely not earned
by you.

As if it matters.

I can pay you

for any...

Information.

Spend your husband's money
on a pinkerton to shadow him.

Or, better, put it
towards lessons

on how to keep
the man happy.

Wives are like whores,
with a marriage certificate.

Robert isn't here.
He hasn't been in ages.

You'd best go.

Ohh!

I found her with
a bunch of young'uns

over on Dover.

Got a mean right hook,
she does.

A real hellion.

I don't know what
Ellen told you,

but she's a liar.

Mrs. Morehouse gave me
that necklace.

She was drunk,
so she won't remember,

but she gave it to me
outright, I swear.

Shut up, child.

You know, and when your
Ellen accused me--

I said, shut up!

The Murphy girl's talkin'.

I'll be waitin' for ya.

You see that?

I asked
if you saw that.

Right this minute,

I'm supposed to be
tracking a murderer,

a murderer who killed
one of my men.

Instead, I'm sitting here
with you, wondering

what it's going to take for
you to stop your bullshit.

- You know, Kevin--
- I offered you a chance

to grow up right
in a good home.

Another chance, and
another goddamn chance,

and, all those times,

you could've told me
"Go to hell,"

because you continue
your ways.

You pushed too far
this time, Annie.

I don't know
if I can fix this.

To be honest,
I don't

know if I want
to fix it.

I don't know
why I do what I do.

Please,

don't give up on me yet.

If you do,
I will just die.

Really, in this world,
you're the only one

who cares about me,
Kevin.

I'm going to do
my job.

You sit here
and do not move

and, when
I come back,

we'll return
this necklace

to Mrs. Morehouse.

Glynn!

Stay with the child.

I'm not a babysitter.

No, you're
a goddamn patrolman

and I'm a goddamn
detective.

So?

Ahem!

Pa told me not
to talk,

but this new gang
is trouble.

What can you tell us
about 'em?

They're makin'
fake money.

Counterfeiters.

No, not
counting money,

they're making
fake cash

and passing it off
as real.

That's what "counter-
feiting" is, girly.

Darlin', do you know
any of these counterf--

These men that are
making the money?

Did you hear your dad
say any names?

Listen up, now--
you tell us their names,

or we'll send you to the
Sisters of Perpetual Sorrow

and they'll
lock you up for life.

I swear, I don't
know their names.

I only know
they're workin'

out of some dive
in the neighborhood.

Christ.

There are more dives
in Five Points

than fleas
on a corkman.

Good day.

First, my condolences, gentlemen.

There's nothing
harder for a copper

than losing one of their
own in the line of duty.

We have buried far too many
heroes in this war.

Amen to that.

On the way here,
I noticed

all the drinking
and gaming spots

are still operating
full-throttle, Captain.

Well, sure, uh...

This neighborhood is fueled
on secrets and lies.

Somebody out there
killed Officer Byrnes.

Others know
who that cretin is.

Well, logically
speaking--

Shut every saloon,

every rum den,

every gaming joint,
every whorehouse,

then post a $200 reward
for the killer.

Sir, those establishments
all pay us for protection.

You make people
bleed money!

It's the only way
to force Five Points

into giving up
her secrets.

Keating says
these new plates,

even the banker Chase

won't be able
to spot the fakes.

What's wrong with the ones
we've been usin'?

Ah, certain imperfections
are becoming known

to the banks
and their agents.

It's all cat-and-mouse,
but Keating'd

do anything
to protect this batch.

The finest detail
ever seen.

No one's going to be able
to tell the difference.

Seems like a pretty
keen fellow,

this Keating,
a real brain, like.

Matthew, you are
a smart man.

You must realize
that this trip

is impossible for you.

I made the trip out of the
South before. I can do so again.

No! What if I lose
you and my mama?

I'll ride down to Virginia,
locate your mother,

and bring her to New York
using contacts

from the old
underground railroad.

I don't want to be alone.

Now, it's enough to know
that she is still alive.

Matthew, truly,
it's enough.

You know it's not.

We'll discuss this later,

when you've had time to
think it over.

Only a jackass
would think

he could make
that trip safely.

Day after
your nuptials,

and, yet,
you stand before me.

I can only take that
to portend one thing--

You successfully
inveigled your husband

not to testify.

Oh, my Lord,

I'm going to be
a free man.

To go home,
have a clean shirt,

a bath, a slice
of chess pie--

I salivate
at the thought.

And then,
afterwards,

ohh, something else
I desire to taste.

No, sir,
you are wrong.

You will not
see home,

you will not taste
Southern cuisine,

and you certainly
will not touch me.

Ohh, now's not the time
to be stupid.

You ridiculous,
self-absorbed man.

The world is cracked
in two.

I refuse to continue
to be a part of this

game of deception.

I will not involve
my husband

in my mistakes

and you will not become
free of this jail.

You and I will not see
one another again.

I'll send word to
Mr. Robert Morehouse

of your involvement.

I have already informed
my husband.

You were foolish once.
Don't be again.

I will confess of your
involvement in the plot.

Elizabeth!

Detective Corcoran of
the Metropolitan Police!

This shit hole is officially
being closed by the city.

Hey, we pay every
Tuesday, copper.

Yeah? Well, apparently,
not enough.

That means move it!
Get out!

Go on!

We're going.

Having a wee party out
there, are ya, Corky?

Get up and get out.

Now.

Me and you
had many a jar

in places like this
over the years,

Kevin Patrick
Corcoran.

I'm done with you.

Irish dead, am I?

You've got nothin' on me.

I went before a judge
and was freed

by the state of
New York.

Exonerated, I was.

Not by me, you weren't.

Detective,
I only stepped out

for a second, I swear,
and the girl, Annie,

she sneaked out of
the precinct.

Ahem.
Officer Kelly said she

jumped in a carriage,
headed uptown.

I'll be back before you
close the next dive down.

I'm only going to lie
to the bosses

so many times
for you, Kevin.

That's it, lads, anywhere.

What's this?

Should I expect a flotilla
of pirate ships?

My dear Miss Heissen,
haven't you heard?

There's a hunt on
for a cop killer.

The Metropolitan Police
are closing down

your competition,
hoping to jog

someone's memory
or conscience.

And you're letting me
stay open?

Who likes
to drink at home?

Huh. In exchange
for what?

Information.
Ahem.

General Donovan,

a whore is like
a lawyer or priest--

We betray
no confidences.

This is about
Detective Corcoran.

Why is he so obsessed
with a young girl

named Annie Reilly?

Something untoward about
him I should know?

Of all the men
I know,

Kevin is the least likely
to have such tastes.

What he does have
is a righteous streak.

Trying to save her soul,

maybe his own.

Righteousness can be
a very useful thing.

Or not.

When the dust clears
on this cop-killing,

several of
the places shut up

will not be allowed
to reopen and my guess

is that the business
will migrate here.

Many high-stakes games,
big money from uptown.

To what do I owe
such kindness?

Let's just say you and I
make great business partners.

The world is our oyster,
my dearest Eva.

Ah.
Take care.

Kevin.

I'm just here to talk.
Got a few questions.

Has Annie been around?

Are you serious?

You travel all this way
to ask after the very girl

you threatened
my life over?

I have no interest
in any interactions

with that character.

I heard the two of you
got along famously

at your wedding.

One makes appearances
when necessary.

Besides, she had no power
to ruin my special day.

"Special"?

While your husband spends your
honeymoon in a brothel.

Perhaps he was
distraught that

his so-called best man
couldn't be bothered

to show
for his wedding.

What now, Kevin,

will you hold a knife
to my throat?

Or have you
devised a new,

more brutish, affectation?

Send word
if Annie shows up.

How long will you
follow her path

before you realize
you've lost her?

I may not be able to
save Annie Reilly, but,

I won't let you ruin
Robert Morehouse as well.

If you see my husband,
please tell him

his supper will be
waiting promptly at 5:00.

Let me tell you--

This damn world
is a bigger ball of wax

than you'll ever know.

Do yourself a favor,
Jake--

Don't deny it.

Embrace the itch.

Embrace it, Jake.

Embrace...

I'll be needing to pack
for travel to Virginia

as soon as possible.

Please prepare
my steamer trunk

and have Adam
secure me a ticket.

Right away,
Mrs. Morehouse.

Tell him
what you told me.

The killer is
Francis Maguire.

I heard him admit
the murder meself.

Agh!

I swear!
He stabbed the boy.

He's part of
a counterfeiting ring.

You heard him say it
or you saw him do it?!

Detective!

Take some boys
and pick Maguire up.

Don't let anyone
know why.

Tell him we have back pay
for him, or something.

I don't
want him running off.

You believe
this sack of shite?

Maguire was one of us.

So was Phinbar Byrnes.

I felt it necessary
to thank you in person.

An act, a gift,
this grand--

I'm unsure how we can
express our gratitude

for what you've done.

Sara, Matthew,

I appreciate you coming
uptown to give thanks,

but your trip
was unnecessary.

Nevertheless,
we will find some way

to repay you
for this miracle

that you've bestowed
upon us,

perhaps when I return.

Where are you headed?

Tomorrow morn,
I'm headed to Virginia

to bring Sara's mother
to New York.

Excuse my candid speech,
Dr. Freeman,

but I thought you were
an educated man.

A Negro trying to break
into the South

in the middle of
this war is madness.

And I take no offense,
Mrs. Morehouse,

but I vowed that I'd bring
my wife's mother home

and that is
what I intend to do.

No, you will not.

I have booked my passage
to Virginia.

I will personally go
to the plantation

and shepherd Sara's
mother to your door.

Mrs. Morehouse,
that would be so--

Not needed.

Caucasian or negro,
you men seem willing

to risk anything,

be it your marriages
or your lives,

rather than suffer
a bruise to your pride.

No. No, my word
is final.

I will travel South
and you will stay

in New York and
treat your patients.

You see? I'm already
packed to go.

Family is all
we have, Matthew.

Do not risk
destroying yours.

And please know--

This journey is
something I must do,

as much for myself
as for you and Sara.

Deliver the plates
to Keating, as discussed.

No stopping, whatsoever.
- Aye.

'Til tomorrow.

Francis.

Did you do it?

Please tell me that
you didn't, Francis.

We have the
forger's plates.

Tell me

you didn't kill Phinbar.

You going someplace?

Some contracting business.

Make sure this gets
to Miss Heissen.

Off to examine a marble
quarry in Tuckahoe,

of all godforsaken places.

Captain said you
wanted to see me.

Ahem.

Let me be straight,
Kevin.

As a young man,
I learned,

to become
a powerful leader,

one must maintain
the institutions

to which people
are accustomed.

Something goes wrong,
someone gets out of hand,

you deal with the
problem immediately.

But, sometimes,
when a thing is broke,

not fixing it is best.

Some things only
get more broke

when you try
to fix them.

I thought you said you
were going to be straight.

Men in power cannot afford

to let a single incident
become a crusade.

Emotions overwhelm
intellect

and then,
well, chaos.

I need men around me

who are focused
on the greater good.

Can I trust you to be one
of those men?

You can.

I thought as much.

I appreciate you
coming down here

and having this chat.

All right,
off to Tuckahoe.

The desk sergeant said
I'd find you here.

On the third day,
Jesus rose from the dead.

I do believe I have
drunk myself sober--

A rare feat.

What happened
last night?

You don't remember?

You were
barely coherent.

I made something out about
Elizabeth and Kennedy.

Petty jealousy.

She commented in passing
that Kennedy was handsome.

I was envious and drunk.

It snowballed into
a fool's argument.

I've never known you
to be the envious type.

You've never known me married.

Can I trust that
what happened

will remain private?

Of course.

I must go back and
practice my groveling.

This married business
is hard labor.

- Has he left, Mr. Donovan?
- Yep.

They've arrested
the cop killer.

- Who?
- Oh, I don't know the name,

just that they're
bringing him in now.

Corky.

Enough.

Get him a doctor.
- But, detective--

Now!

Francis killed a copper.

I looked at him
in his cell,

beaten and bloodied,
guilty,

and all I thought of

was you.

You and him.

I can't
do this anymore,

whatever this is.

I've tried,
but I--

I can't get past
what happened.

You and Maguire
and...

Maggie.

All I wanted was
for things to be

the way they were
before, but,

it ain't never gonna
happen that way.

You'll be
taken care of,

I'll see to that,
but I need to go.

That's what you said
when you left us

the first time.

You are dismissed, corporal.

Elizabeth?
Elizabeth?!

Have you seen
Mrs. Morehouse?

She left
an hour ago, sir.

- Left for where?
- Why, Virginia, sir.

I'll draw you
a bath, sir.

You look like
you need this.

I've got a new girl.

I could use some
expert appraisal.

What's her name?

Lola.

She's practically
a virgin.

Lola!

This is
Detective Kevin Corcoran.

He's a friend
of mine.

I'll be sure
to treat him as one.

I'm telling you,
Mr. Keating,

Maguire
can't be trusted.

We should slip
someone in there

and kill him
before he blows

the whole operation
wide open.

Maybe, like.

I think
our Mr. Maguire

is made
of stronger stuff.

Am I right,
Mr. O'Rourke?

I heard he took
a real whuppin'

and we're still
here, standin',

not a copper
in sight.

And?

Where are my plates,
O'Rourke?

Them bastard cops
grabbed them,

along with
our man Maguire.

Then we shall do
what must be done!

First thing, sunrise,
we storm the precinct

and get back what's mine!