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So Benjamin kills himself and
admits to murdering his father,

Alderman Stephen Bartlett.

This case isn't done.

Welcome back to New York.

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

Sara! My darlin'.

What, exactly,
happened to my boys?

I carry another child?

Yes.

Well, excuse me,
sleeping beauty.

The precinct
isn't a flophouse.

I know.

Detective, go home
to your wife.

I'll choose where I go.

And I'll choose when.

This vagrancy has to end.

So either you go home,
go to a cathouse,

or sleep on the street,

like any normal
Five Points denizen.

Can I help you, missus?

You're in need, are ya?

Thank you, mama.

You're welcome.

What are they on about now?

Nothing to cause concern.

It's just street sweepers.

I don't even know
why they bother,

with these mountains of filth.

I know it's strikingly
different from life on

the plantation, but, Five Points
has its charms, too.

Yesterday, we saw a naked child
jumping up and down

on a pile of dead,
bloated horses.

I don't even think
my Sara noticed.

Doctor, my baby girl, Hazel,
is sick, real sick.

What's wrong with her?

Can't hold anything in,
same as all our neighbors.

Hot fever.

It's been a few days, now,
and I don't know what to do.

- How many people are sick?
- Seems like half the block.

The hospital turned us away,
so they're puttin'

all the stricken in a flat
on the second floor

of our building.

This could take some time.

What the hell are you
doing in here?

Downstairs neighbor
complaining about a leak.

Go on, now, or I'll stick ya
like the pig ya are.

Oh.

Ah.
All right, all right.

The board of Aldermen vote
should not be the problem.

Being underbid on the project--
that is the danger.

Miss Heissen.

Thank you for coming
down so early.

Ah, woman with child first.

I need your assistance.

An especially vexing pest
has been thwarting my business,

but I currently lack
the leverage I need

to get rid of him.

You, my dear,

are the perfect fraulein
for the task.

Go on.

Fortuitously, this individual
is due to be visiting

your establishment,
fancies girls

that remind him of his...
time in the tropics.

At any rate, I would like your
help putting him in a more

compliant position.

I can handle any position.
What's the angle?

I'm trying to secure
the contract

to build the city's
new aqueduct.

This man is my only viable
competition still standing.

Hmm.

What's in it for me?

Besides a lesson in politics?

That's a lesson
I could teach.

This gentleman is
a right minded individual,

deeply concerned
with establishing

orphan asylums in his name
after building his fortune

on the backs of
10-year-olds in his coal mines.

Orrin Lansing.

That son-of-a-bitch hypocrite
who led the charge

to close down my place uptown?

One and the same.

Huh.

Mm-hmm.

Bloody cat keeps staring!

Something's not right
with this Bartlett case.

Waiting to pounce.

Come on, Corky.

You've been stuck on this case
for more than a week now

and still haven't
found anything.

A rich boy killed his daddy
and himself, end of story.

The girl's parents don't even
give a shite where she is.

- Why do you?
- Because Teresa Trembley

knows what happened to Bartlett.

Mrs. O'Dwyer!

Fellas!

Come take a look.

Ugh.

Now Mab O'Dwyer's
vanished, too.

Empty as a woman's promises.

You guys ever going to stop?

The Newcastle rail spur's
been abandoned, sir.

Contract will not be awarded.

We built a Goddamn
train track to nowhere.

All that worthless
stock money burned.

Darling, off so soon?

"Worthless stock"?
What's the trouble, Robert?

No trouble, my sweet,

other than the fact
that my glass is empty.

Hell of a predicament
to find oneself in

at this time of the day.

How much is lost?

I'm not a fool, Robert.

I know what a man
looks like in defeat.

I bet you do.

I can be of
some assistance.

Forgive me, darling,

but you don't have the best
record, when it comes to

assisting the men in your life.

Now, why don't you run along
and find some poor,

destitute negroes that actually
need rescuing,

and leave me the hell alone
to figure out what, if anything,

can be done here.

Are you feeling
the kicks yet?

As rough a pounding
as I've ever been given.

He's a strong little mule.

You're a brave one, Miss Eva.

I would've gone in for
a cleaning, myself.

Crossed my mind.

What changed?

Who can ever say
what changes a person's mind.

Sometimes life
just takes charge.

So who's the lucky
father-to-be?

Not that you could ever
tell for certain.

There's a reason my name is on
the door, sweetheart.

When I lie down, it's because
I want to lie down,

or because I want something from
the man I lie down with.

Compared to you girls,
I'm practically a virgin.

Who is looking
for a good time?

Watch it, you big animal.

There's our guest of honor.

Oh, Corcoran,
you have a visitor.

Mrs. McGrath.

Detective.

I'm afraid I need
your assistance again.

What's the trouble?

Since me husband's most
welcome departure--

God bless him--

My landlord's been
making advances.

I pay the rent, keep
the place in order.

No reason he should be
hornin' after me.

What's he been doing?

The other day, he had me
cornered in the hallway,

when me boy Michael
came upon us.

I'd be happy to
sort him out for you.

Oh, I can handle meself
all right.

Not the first baboon
I've had giving chase.

It's Michael
I'm worried about.

He's the man
of the house now.

Bit too eager
to play the part.

He's gone and got himself a gun.

I'll go see the boy.

We'll have a little chat.

Norbert.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

It's Robert.

Gone missing, has he?

I'd check the usual
disreputable haunts.

Your son is losing all your
family fortune.

And that surprises you?

Surely, you knew
when you married him,

he was good for little
beyond diversion.

This is the Morehouse legacy.

All you labored to build,
all these years.

You would hate to wind up
penniless, wouldn't you?

Hmm.
- Oh, it's a senseless

- point to argue, Norbert.
- Hmm.

But more than that,
I'd hate for Robert

to think himself a failure.

I have a meeting to keep.

I wish you both
the best of luck.

Just thought you should know,
the boys and I stopped off

at the Trembley apartment,
only to find the neighbor

Mab O'Dwyer disappeared.

Took off kind of a sudden.

That can't be a coincidence.

Most people can't wait to get
the hell out of Five Points.

The woman lived there
for 16 years,

then she suddenly ups
and leaves?

Maybe she's sick of seeing
your ugly mug.

What do you want?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

Enough, Detective, enough!

Enough of this
bullshit obsession

with the Bartlett case!

Yes, sir.

Don't let me
tell you that again.

Um, Donovan, another issue,
if I may?

Finally, a change of subject.

I have a problem
with a certain landlord.

I can smack the sin
out of him, but,

I'm trying to fix this
without raising a hand.

Admirable change of pace,
but sometimes

one should stick with
the simplest method.

I want to set
an example for a kid

who's seen his fair
share of violence.

Who's the landlord?

Hannigan, over on Chatham.

Ah, William Hannigan.

He's a real Cavan man,
as mean as they come.

Best way to influence
a man like that

is to go straight at his wallet.

He'll be suing for peace
in no time.

How's that?

Well, I'll have my secretary
send Patrick Daley

from the
Buildings Department by.

He'll perform a full-on
site inspection.

Amazing the trouble those lads
can cause

without raising a hand.

Buy Daley a few drinks
and he'll put on

a real show for ye.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

That's all right, my dear.

That's all right.
Get it all out.

Lean over, ma'am. That's it.

Who are you?

Dr. Freeman.

No kiddin'.

The first negro doctor
I've ever seen.

Well, welcome
to Five Points,

or should I say
Hell on Earth?

Thanks for the welcome,
but I live here.

Whew, that's awful.

I thought the mission
sent you, too.

What is your diagnosis?

Well, I'd say we've got
a cholera outbreak on our hands.

Same symptoms of everyone
I ask-- bloody diarrhea,

vomiting, dazed by fevers.

I've not yet made it
to the back room,

but I surmise
it's much of the same.

No. No! No! Leave me.
I-- I can't.

What am I going to do with
writing at my age, Sara?

It's just--
It's pure idleness.

Your husband wasn't at his
office, so I--

Is he here?

No, he's out visiting
a patient.

He may be a while.

You're welcome to come in.

That way, you can
meet my mother.

Hattie Lemaster.

Mama, Ellen Corcoran.

Ma'am.

My friend.

How are you finding
Five Points?

Loud and crowded mainly.

We were just learning
the alphabet.

Pardon me, but I would rather
do something more productive.

With all the projects in
a house, how often in your day

do you stop to read,
much less write?

Reading old correspondence
is my only comfort when

the wrong memories take over,

when I hate to be alone,
but I don't know how

to be around others.

As if I were unworthy
of company.

Recently, I've been--

Ellen, you can speak
freely here.

My mother and I, we are
no strangers to darkness.

I feel it coming on,
the knocking and the crying

in my head,
like a storm about to break.

I can't.

Not again.

Not alone.

Can't what?

Raise another child.

Have you told Kevin?

I haven't spoken to my husband
in almost a month.

He's forgotten about me,
about everything we ever had.

He-- he is ashamed of me.

And maybe he should be.

I can't be the messenger
bringing more bad news.

Allow me.

Miss Ellen,
you bringing him news

tells him that you're
still his wife.

He needs to hear that from you,
and real soon.

The diseased describe an abrupt
onset, an indisputable

characteristic of cholera.

Yet only the young and old
seem to be afflicted here.

What are you suggesting?

Cholera does not discriminate
by age or strength.

It fells those in their
prime, as well.

Please, Doctor, I was trained

at the Columbia
College of Surgeons.

Is that so?

Well, if this is cholera,
then tell me,

why are there
no sick adults here?

Good day.

Afternoon.

I, uh, thought I'd swing by,
see how you been lately.

Could be worse.

Take a walk with me.

I'm busy.

It wasn't a question.

Back after a piss.

So, Michael, your mother says
you're having a problem

with your landlord.

Codfish! Codfish here!

Mrs. Corcoran.

I'm looking for my--

For Kevin.

He's not here.

If I were you,
I'd try back at night.

Thisis where he's been?

This is where he works.

Should I tell your
husband you stopped by?

No, thank you.

Never mind that.

What did she want?

Nothing from you.

Come sit with daddy,
little monkey.

Oh, you remind me of
this ripe little native

I once knew in Guatemala.

Let's see if you're
as malleable as she was.

Aren't you thirsty, boy?

Here, let's have another.

Fine idea.

I do love my booze.

To you, King Lansing.

Ohh.

Ah!

Ooh!

Rrr, giddy up.

Daddy's going to ride you
till your kidneys quiver.

Ugh!

Oh!

We're going to get you
feeling better, Hazel.

How is she, Doctor?

It's a difficult case,
I'm afraid.

Well, he don't know
what's going on,

and you's about as useless as
he is, with your fancy talk.

You may as well be back
on that plantation,

bowing down to them crackers.

I am a free man, a doctor,

practicing medicine
in New York City.

Free?

Why, you's nothing more
than a white man's mule

in a white man's war.

Come around here,
trying to think and act

like the white man, too.

Oh, you talk all you want,

but progress
and self-betterment

are not the exclusive domain
of the white man, Mr. Turnow.

And, besides,
I'm the only mule you got.

Go ahead, shoot.

With what?

Come on.

Look at this poor bastard.

I see that every day.

So do I.

But it's not pig's brains
that I see splattered.

What of it?

It's hard to tell, sometimes,
but there is a difference

between a man and an animal,
and you'll know, sure enough,

if you ever have the misfortune
of actually killing someone.

If it was your mother,
what would you do?

At your age?

I'd probably have shot the
bastard and then hung for it.

Me mother...

I can't stand to see her
bothered like that.

No woman should ever be.

How about I take care
of that landlord,

and then, if you want,
I could teach you to box,

so you can handle yourself.

Hmm. Maybe that's
an okay idea.

Nobody goes to prison
in this city

for smacking somebody
that deserves it,

but you shoot a man dead?

You're sure to hang.

Well, if it isn't Father.

What bedeviling twist of fate
brings you to our door?

Word on the street is that
the Morehouse fortune

is dwindling,
hemorrhaging funds.

You need help.

We already have
a full staff, Father.

Perhaps try the neighbors?

I believe their housekeeper
recently took ill.

I want back into
the business, Robert.

It's rather sad
when one's elders

begins exhibiting early
signs of dementia,

wouldn't you say?

You need my expertise.

You'd be foolish
to pretend otherwise.

Your return to
the family business

wasn't ever a part
of the plan, Father.

You were paid handsomely for
your testimony and, now,

your assistance is
no longer required.

That big heart
you pride yourself on

is a worthless
attribute in finance.

Let him help.

Why bother?

The money's already gone.

The money's already gone.

I'll ask only once.

Robert, please.

Father, you will work
forme.

Now, get the hell
out of my chair.

Mother of God!

Oh, no, the camera!

Aah!

Shit!

What have you been eating,
anything unusual?

I don't know.

Same as I always do, I suppose.

Potatoes, odd scrap of meat.

And you?

I'm sorry.

Where do you get
your water from?

A well out back.

Does Hazel drink
from the well out back?

- Yes. Yes, she does.
- Can you take me?

Sure. They just dug it,
not too long ago.

Excuse me, Mr. Morehouse.

Hello, Father.
Back already?

Robert, I want you
to meet Mr. Maillard.

This is my son, Robert.

Mr. Maillard.

I want to talk to you
about something.

You have my full attention.

We've decided
to water the stock

in both the Northern
and Richmond,

as well as the Central, Milford,
and Raritan railroads.

"We"?

Mr. Maillard, here,
is going to help us

issue the necessary bonds.

With my connections
in the western states,

we're able to spread rumors
about which railroads

will be stitched together
with the Union Pacific.

Surely, you must be joking.

I never joke about
money, Robert.

Well, I won't be part of it.

My son, a bastion
of nobility.

Modicums of deceit
are one thing, Father,

but I will not be part of
blatant corruption.

It's no different
from that pathetic

little spur in Pennsylvania
into which you dumped

our fortune, except, this time,
we'll be on the other side,

the victorious side.

The answer is no.

If you would like a "yes",
go buy it from somebody else.

We might have underestimated
just how much tincture

is necessary
to knock the pig out.

Again, I'm very sorry.

Hmm.

Have I ever told you about
the time

I pissed in that pimp's hat?

No.

Hmm.

It was quite an off-loading.

I nearly filled it
right up to the brim.

I was a young patrolman.

I thought humiliating
that pimp would go far

towards keeping
my beat in line.

It was an arrogant
miscalculation.

Before the day was through,
nine men lay dead.

A nasty bit of business.

Speaking of nasty bits
of business,

with all the conspiring
we're doing,

I fear I've been
neglecting you.

Neglect sometimes
feeds anticipation.

That's it, Miss Heissen,
just like old times.

I can't believe those rebel
curs are going to make

the negroes fight
their war for them now.

It boggles the mind.

As with everything,
the war boils down to money.

Speaking of, I saw
your N&R is soaring.

Pardon?

Mm. I only wish
I'd known to invest.

You must be Patrick Daley.

Ah, one and the same.

Kevin Corcoran.

Ah, so, you could use
my expertise

with a particularly
vexing landlord.

- Hello.
- Aye. A drink?

Certainly.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Ah.

Another.

What do you see in front
of you, Detective?

Besides a level, a tape
measure, and a plumb bob?

The handsomest, most liberal
tap jockey in the whole Union.

The more I pour,
the handsomer I get.

Right.

Ah.

Now, they certainly
appear innocent enough,

but, in the right hands,
these are less tools

of construction
than destruction.

Mr. Donovan, I told him
you were busy,

but he threatened
to throttle me, sir.

It's all right, lad.

If I find out you had anything
to do with that perfidy

at Eva's paradise, you will wish
you'd never left

that rancid potato bog
you call home.

Good day to you,
Mr. Lansing.

I was just going over my
proposal for the new aqueduct.

If you think you'll intimidate
me into dropping my bid,

well, you're as stupid
as you are duplicitous.

I'm a Goddamn honest
businessman,

and I will not sink
to your level.

What you call honesty,
others might refer to

as thievery and extortion.

Men like me built this country
with our own hands,

and you, foreign scum,
are trying to subvert

everything we have done.

I believe you mean
you exploited the hands

of the red man and the Black man
to build it for ye.

Well,
neat trick, by the way.

You laugh now, Paddy,
but you know this--

my associates and I, we'll purge
that Tammany nest of

vipers on Nassau Street and
sweep you back into the sea

once and for all.

Let me tell you something!

I'm an American.

I am an American, and I
will build that aqueduct,

whether ye wish it or not.

And, if you'll excuse me,

I believe my next
appointment is here.

Sisters, please come in.

Thank you.

Have a seat, please.

I can violate any structure
in the city into oblivion.

Well, God bless ya.

Ah, don't bless me, Detective.

Bless the organization.

Tammany takes care of its own.

Well, let's see if you can work
your magic over on Chatham.

Right.

Steady as a Methodist minister.

I have a few buildings
ahead of you to start.

Shall we say 5:00?

Aye.

You met my friend?

I did.

You're looking good.

You went behind my back
and issued those bonds.

You can thank me later.

Father...

Somebody had to do
something, Robert.

After all, you have a wife
to keep happy now.

The same way you made
mother happy?

The only thing that made
your mother happy was gin.

Maybe she drank to escape
life with you.

I couldn't take a drink
out of that woman's hand

without her other one
reaching for the bottle.

That woman was my mother.

And none too pleased about it,
truth be told.

Pull it.

Robert! Stop it! James!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Enough!

Stop it! Enough!

What is wrong with you?

Go on, go.

Get out of here.

You would've killed me.

I'm not the one
who drew a pistol.

I'll not forget this day.

Can't thank you
enough, Detective,

for talking sense into Michael.

Your boy will be just fine.

He's at a rough age for any lad.

Well, it helps a world being
around a man such as yourself.

Is that a touch of Kildare
I hear in your voice?

I'm from Newbridge.

Really?

My mother was born
in Kilcullen.

I know it well.

My father favored
a butcher's there.

Are you glad you came here?

Who wouldn't want
to come to America?

Oh, no, no, no, no,
no, no, sir.

This will most
definitely not do.

Why, Inspector, please!

All the other steps
are up to code.

Um, possibly you could--
you could find it

in your heart,
just this once, to--

to make an exception.

I'll do anything. Anything.

What are you suggesting,
Mr. Hannigan?

This step here, in addition
to the vertical-support issue

in the entry, complicated by--

Oh, my, my, my, my,
so many violations.

Ah, surely, you must know my
cousin, Kentigerna McGrath?

Lansing's out of control.

He must be contained.

I'm going to need
more from ye.

Aye.

Sir.

I want you on him
like a hemorrhoid.

Anybody he sees, everything
he does, you bring to me.

No detail's too trifling.

The man is an avowed enemy
of the Irish race,

who stands against
everything we hold dear.

Is this official police
business, sir, or...?

What this is, Mr. Maguire,
is you showing appreciation

for being saved
from the gallows.

For, let's not forget,
evidence of a murder once lost

can always be found.

O'Hearn.

Ah, this water
is rife with it.

Swarms of these oblong rods.

I haven't seen anything
like it before.

That poor girl.

Can you do anything for her?

I don't know.

But I'm convinced that
this unknown contagion

is what's to blame for all
the illness in that building.

I know it gets to you,
seeing all that suffering.

Sick and the lame I can handle,
it's my profession.

What got to me today was
running into a Black man

as bigoted as any white man.

That's a sickness I can't cure.

I had half a mind
to smack his face good.

What'd that have accomplished?

I would've settled
for satisfaction.

Matthew, after all
you've achieved,

to lower yourself in such a way.

It's done. Let's move on.

Fine.

Ellen Corcoran stopped by today,
asking to speak with you.

I told her you were
attending to patients.

She seemed troubled.

Well, sadly for her,
that's not unusual.

Matthew...

she's with child.

I know.

Well, then, you must also know
that she's not doing well.

In her head, I mean.

She hasn't told Kevin,
and I think--

Sara, no.

I'm just wondering
if we might... help in some way.

It is not our place
to interfere.

You can't heal a marriage
like a disease.

Sara.

The sergeant told me
you were here.

Everything all right
with Matthew?

Oh, yes, he's fine.

I came for another reason.

Ellen stopped by today,
looking for my husband.

Well, is she unwell?

She needs you,
at home with her, instead--

I appreciate your concern,
but, at times, there are matters

between a husband
and wife that--

Kevin, she's pregnant.

Get up! Get up!

You slept with my wife again,
you son of a bitch!

You're wrong, Corky!
I did not touch Ellen!

Then, whose child
is my wife carrying?!

I have no idea.

Take a breath.
Take a breath!

You're a Goddamn lying bastard!

I trusted you once.
Never again!

That's fair play, but I swear,
on the friendship we once had.

Francis.

The child is not mine, Kevin.

It's not.