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Doctor, my baby girl, Hazel, is sick.

"They said Kennedy shall be hung by the neck

until he be dead."

Do you think your choices will not haunt you?

If you think you'll intimidate me

into dropping my bid,

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

Lansing's out of control. He must be contained.

Is this official police business, sir, or--

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

for being saved from the gallows.

- Mrs. Corcoran. - I'm looking for Kevin.

Ellen stopped by today. She's pregnant.

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

The child is not mine, Kevin.

I was waiting all night for you to come to bed.

You never did.

I will sleep when Kennedy's dead.

Well, tonight, the world will be free of him.

Amen.

But first we must pay respects to Kevin's wife.

Mm. Yes.

That poor woman.

Such desperation to go so far.

Even in my darkest days...

Who can say?

But surely, she did not deserve to die,

unlike Kennedy.

Robert, I think your presence there might be a victory to him.

I think perhaps...

it might be a waste of your time.

No. I want to see it happen.

I want to see Kennedy choke out his last breath.

What good would seeing that do?

It's how I will close the book on the whole sordid affair.

For Father.

But mostly for you.

I'm burying her with my daughter.

It's where she belongs.

Kevin, you know the Church's teachings.

She committed a mortal sin.

The new archbishop would never allow a burial

in consecrated ground.

Then don't tell him.

It's not so easy, son.

Every interment goes through his office.

And this new fella?

He's no Dagger John Hughes, believe me.

Hughes at least appreciated loopholes.

So the two of them are forever apart, mother and child?

I'm sorry, Kevin.

I'd be banished to Canarsie if I went against the Church.

All because of rules made by man.

Now, if Ellen were to be... cremated...

I thought that's another rule.

The Church is against cremation.

...and her ashes scattered alongside Maggie's grave...

In the dead of night.

No one would ever know.

You have Dagger John's affinity for loopholes.

Faith...

depends on our belief in the unknowable.

Will you join me in prayer?

Well, go ahead, Father.

I lost God about nine minutes

into the battle of the wilderness.

"To every thing there is a season

and a time to every purpose under the heaven--

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to kill..."

"We urge"-- no-- "We demand

that the board of aldermen select General Donovan's bid

for the proposed new Croton Aqueduct."

"We urge that the board of aldermen acts with good sense

and alacrity

in approving Gen Donovan's bid," et cetera, et cetera.

How long, Donovan?

How long will I be your pawn?

Is that how you see our collaboration?

Oh, is that what you call this,

this blackmail operation you're running,

using me to secure your bid for this foolishness?

Would you rather the buccaneer Lansing get the project?

I would prefer neither.

The Croton Aqueduct is sufficient.

And yet its most staunch advocates agree

that system will support a population

of no more than 2 million.

And in what fantasy land will we need more water than that?

That's the problem with you Anglo-Saxons.

You lack a talent for grandeur.

Someday, Donovan, I will simply refuse to do your bidding.

Ah.

I find adjusting to the reality of one's station in life

is like a balm for the soul.

I see our collaboration as being mutually beneficial.

You help me get what I need

and I secure for you that which you desire.

Mr. O'Hearn!

Hm.

The tenement well Hazel used is located here.

The water supply flowing into it begins here,

where Collect Pond used to be.

A well's water is always a reflection

of the history of its source.

What is the history of Collect Pond?

A dumping spot for tanneries, slaughterhouses, cattle pens.

A sewer would have cleaner water.

Oh, Kevin.

Come in.

Sit down.

Uh, Sara, I was, uh...

hoping you could help me out.

I need to... to pick a dress.

For Ellen.

Of course.

We'll choose a beautiful color.

What was her favorite?

Um... I-I can't remember.

I don't think I ever knew.

Mr. Corcoran, if it please you, stay here.

Sara and I, we'll--

we'll get your missus ready for cooling.

Back home, I have readied the dead for the next life.

Excuse me, Robert.

I'm not staying.

I just wanted to thank you for the invitation

to this evening's hanging.

The invitation didn't come from me.

It arrived this morning to the club.

My wife remains your ardent supporter.

For all her unfortunate instincts,

she does sometimes recognize what is right--

putting Kennedy's terror to rest and trying to keep us a family.

I'm sorry for the things I said about your mother.

Truly sorry.

For Mother's sake alone, I will attempt to accept your apology.

Just to be clear-- That gun was not loaded.

I will see you at the hanging.

My fire's burnin' hot now!

Damn rebel!

Is it layin' on you thick?

Carrying on like a loon in there.

Jesus, Kennedy!

You're a bit touched.

I'll be home soon!

Sanity is for the unchained.

Hey, Major, missus.

Come on in.

♪ 'Tis there I'd sit

♪ And cry my fill

♪ And every tear would turn a mill ♪

♪ Is go dté ♪

♪ Tú mo mhúirnín ♪

♪ Slán ♪

I don't think I can find the words.

Don't have to, Matthew.

You and I have been through enough together.

A few words won't change that.

Sara, I can't thank you enough.

She looks beautiful... and at rest.

We were glad to do it.

She is at peace now, with the Lord.

Corky.

Your Aunt Maeve is quite an interesting woman.

I was always terrified of her.

She used to beat my cousin with a wire belt.

Are you certain there's nothing I can arrange?

More food, spirits, railway ticket out of town?

Oh, no, Major. Thank you.

My heart aches for your grief, Kevin.

I hope you find solace amidst the pain.

I appreciate the two of you making the trip,

but I'm holding up.

I hope I did not upset him further.

For all our differences, Corky and I share one trait--

We do not receive sympathy with much grace.

So that's an Irish wake--

mourning and drinking and singing all rolled into one.

I prefer the way we do it.

Somber affairs mark the somber passing of somber lives.

Somber or not, these events remind us

we only have limited time on this earth, Robert.

Seeing Kevin and Matthew together reminded me of that.

The war?

No place like the battlefield

to... learn about the fleeting nature of life.

Every day, I wondered-- Would I be next?

Oh, my God.

I can't even imagine.

Until I accepted the truth that was before me.

The truth?

I have no control, nor will I ever.

These nitwits think the drink,

the opium, to be a result of my... soft life.

What does it matter what other people think?

In truth, it's the opposite.

They help soothe the agony in my vanished leg

and clawing in my gut.

They keep the idea of an alternative...

ending at bay.

Oh, Robert.

Amidst the chaos, I'm so glad we found each other.

Major General Dix has asked me to come

and witness the preparations for the execution.

But I'll be back shortly.

All the staff have gone to the parade.

I'm going to enjoy the rare quiet.

♪ When boyhood's fire was in my blood ♪

♪ I read of ancient freemen

♪ For Greece and Rome

♪ Who bravely led 300 men

♪ And three men

♪ And then I prayed I yet might see ♪

♪ Our fetters rent in twain

♪ And Ireland, long a province ♪

♪ Be a nation once again

♪ A nation once again

♪ A nation once again

♪ And Ireland, long a province be a nation once again ♪

You foiling my plan to escape?

Sounds like you have a saloon on your hands.

You planning on coming in or you gonna hide out here all day?

Heard your people consider it a bad omen

for women in my condition to attend.

Ill tidings for the baby.

Since when does Eva Heissen believe in old superstition?

Just one breath at a time.

That's how we endure these things.

I'm sick of superstition.

I'm tired of rules that don't consider what it's like

actually being in this world.

Kevin...

...I'm afraid I may have caused your Ellen to worry.

What do you mean?

I encountered her on the street the other day.

She asked about my pregnancy, asked about you.

So?

I may have inadvertently given her the impression

that you were the father.

Well, how so?

I can't be. The-- The timing's all off, right?

Of course it is, but how could Ellen know that?

I could've assured her, but I didn't.

Sadly, what we could've done different

don't matter much now, Eva.

Have you got a name yet?

I'm going back and forth.

Nothing German.

A nice American name.

Yeah.

No sense in looking to the past.

Major General Dix, I came to inquire about the details

of Kennedy's execution, and now he's gone?

The traitor escaped and stabbed a guard.

Soldiers and coppers are scouring the downtown area.

I hope he's downtown.

What's the problem? Can we not move any faster?

It's the parade, sir. I have no way around the crowd.

Pull over. I'll go by foot.

Whoa!

Within the bounds of your precinct is an entire tenement

full of very sick people, Irish and Black alike,

in dire need of blood transfusions.

I can help them if I can find healthy, fit donors.

News headline-- "People are sick and dying in Five Points."

Thank you for the update on neighborhood affairs.

Your younger patrolmen are the best candidates.

They are active and of the right age.

This police force is not going to mix races

in the name of magic!

So a month ago, I should've left my black hands

in my pockets and my science in my own head?!

I didn't have to walk into a building under siege,

risk my own well-being,

or ask my wife to work with me all night

to help keep you alive.

It's St. Patrick's Day.

I'm about a battalion short of men needed to keep order!

But a few of the lads may be available.

Tell them to meet me at the tenement on Leonard

as soon as they can get there.

Isn't it amazing that Robert and I can wear the same clothes?

I always considered him a much smaller man.

Certainly not in achievement or standing.

I was gonna flee the city,

but... I thought I'd drop in and invite you along with me.

How thoughtful.

Despite your occasional cruelty,

I hold friendly sentiments toward you.

I hold nothing for you but mockery, you fool.

Well, then...

it's time I finally changed your opinion.

You will die today, try as you might.

That's enough, Mrs. Morehouse.

No!

No!

You fight like a dirty guttersnipe!

It's arousing, I must admit,

but I will not hesitate to end your life.

Wait.

Wait!

Wait! Wait.

Wait. Shh.

Not here.

The staff will be back from the parade soon.

I'll come with you, but we must hurry.

- You search the top one? - Yes. Of course.

- Left side as well? - There's nothing there!

These damn millionaires don't have any bank notes tucked away?

What about the other end?

I thought you said the money was here.

We can't travel without resources.

I told you--

The Morehouse men don't involve their women in money matters.

Oh, forgive me.

I didn't realize we would have visitors.

Elizabeth, did you offer Mr. Kennedy a drink?

A brandy man, if I remember correctly.

You know, I-I would love one last taste

of the blessed Morehouse stock.

Dear, be a good wife and pour us men a drink, would you?

Or would you prefer something stronger, my good man?

Thank you. We've got to be going on soon.

I think a brandy would be wonderful.

You always considered yourself clever,

a clever man who can manipulate and exploit.

But unfortunately, a firearm is much more powerful

than a wealthy wise-ass.

Where's your money?

Truthfully, I haven't seen a silver piece in an age.

When Father left,

I found I was literate in all things but finance.

Is that so?

Your drinks, gentlemen.

I do appreciate your hospitality.

Mm.

Well, we've got to be off soon,

and, uh, Elizabeth has decided to leave with me.

Really? That's a revelation.

So don't make me ask you again or I willshoot you.

Where is your goddamn money?

Maybe I have a few bob stashed away.

There.

All the Morehouse notes yet to be deposited.

The key!

I--

Mm. Ahh.

So clever. Always so clever.

Robert!

I'm okay.

She is first mine.

You know the most frightened I ever seen you?

It was you holding Maggie,

them first few days after she was born.

God, I was terrified

of that gorgeous little creature.

Your whole body would go stiff.

You looked like...

like that little babe in your arms

was planning to devour you at any moment.

It was nothing that could've been expected or imagined.

I've been meaning to say, Kevin,

she looks stunning, your Ellen.

Christ, Sybil.

You promised you weren't gonna say that.

Shut up. It's a free country.

God forbid I should say something nice.

Every wake we ever been to,

whether the departed is 8 or 80--

"Ah! They look beautiful, they do!"

She goes on and on. - Well, she does.

She's dead, Sybil.

How the hell can you be good-looking when you're dead?

Keep it up and they'll be building a box for you

right quick.

- You remember Bridey O'Halloran? - Oh.

Bridey O'Halloran. You remember Bridey O'Halloran?

She had some mug on her.

She was as ugly a witch as ever walked the earth.

It's bad luck to disrespect the dead!

We go to the wake,

and this one's saying to Mr. O'Halloran,

"Ah, she looks lovely in the box, she does."

The dead are just dead, okay?

They're neither good-looking or not, 'cause it don't matter.

Oh, stick it, you big oaf.

Sorry.

Hey. At least now it's a proper wake.

So, what's next, we start swinging from the trees

and craving bananas?

And what do they call you Irish but savages?

You talk to a copper like that?!

I apologize, sir.

I was out of line. - Mama.

You know what? To hell with Sullivan's crack orders!

Sara...

would you and Hattie mind checking on the cart outside?

Robert!

Robert!

You're not supposed to be up there.

True. But good God.

Imagine if you were found out.

You might have been forced up these steps.

Come on. Come up.

No. No, I will not.

And you don't have to keep reminding me of my debt to you.

Humor me.

Oh, my God.

It really does give you the chills, doesn't it?

Annie Reilly.

Where you been?

Around.

I, um, I heard about your Ellen.

I'm so sorry.

Well, thanks for coming.

It means a lot to me.

I havebeen planning to come see you.

I have found a nice family to live with.

Oh, yeah?

Well... is-- is it-- is it safe?

Are they kind?

They're gentle.

They own a farm in Jersey, a place called New Milford,

on the banks of the Hackensack River.

For a little girl, anything beats Five Points.

I told them my name was Annie Corcoran

and that my father is a New York City detective.

Is that okay?

Of course it is, child.

You promise me you'll be careful, Annie...

...Annie Corcoran--

and bring me back some country chickens now and again.

Now, eat before you stand.

Get your strength back.

Transfusion is working.

Everyone seems to be responding well.

Matthew, come here.

Breathe.

Breathe for me, baby.

Hazel? Honey?

Breathe for me.

I believed in you. I trusted you.

She was fine. She was getting stronger.

Let Matthew tend to this girl.

What the hell's going on?

I told you this fool was no better than some cracker doctor.

You don't give a damn about us.

Go on, now. This party's over.

Leave us be, damn it!

Matthew. Time to go.

I am what I heal.

Today I am nothing.

Many of those patients were beyond the reach of medicine,

and some still you saved.

Think on the last time we were together in Virginia.

For months, we planned escape... and it didn't work out.

Yet here we are, years later, together.

You do what you can.

The rest is up to God.

I may have faith,

but too much dependence on God is only for the helpless,

and I can solve this problem.

Even with all your learning, Matthew,

you are not the answer to the world's troubles.

No man is.

The world will know the loss of Hazel Turnow.

And it will not lose one more like her.

You must be blessed with an abundance of luck,

what with Alderman Bartlett strangled to death

with his pants down,

the most vocal opponent of your aqueduct bid--

and of you-- meeting such a sordid end.

Ah! The poor man.

I offered up a rosary for him past Sunday Mass.

Please.

It's more likely you danced a jig over his demise.

I don't tend to gloat, but I do like to win.

You havebeen winning since you got to these shores,

but I have to ask-- no rich daddy back home,

nobody to stake you in the New World?

I was one of 14 children raised in a mud-floored hut

outside of Sneem in the county of Kerry.

Need I do the math for you?

You're a keen operator, Donovan,

but even with Bartlett gone,

you will not get the aqueduct project

unless you get Lansing to withdraw his bid.

I believe my proposal will win the day

and you and I will profit,

as the properties we share will explode in value.

So far, he has refused.

What makes you so certain

he will come around to your position?

I'm sure that you will see that chief among my greatest traits

is flexibility.

I can adjust my negotiation style if required.

Who's there?!

I'm the angel of darkness, you orange bastard.

Help! Sheehan!

Shh, shh, shh.

It's a Catholic holiday.

All your staff are down at Eva's Paradise...

Kerosene.

...spending Donovan's money on whores and whiskey.

You've got two choices.

You can sign this paper now...

...or... I turn you into a flaming scarecrow.

What is this?

I'm not paid to know or care.

You think you clowns will get away with this?

If I'm a clown...

then there's only one choice for you.

No.

Please. Spare me.

Please, God in heaven, put that match out!

Look, you bastards have won. Please!

I don't want to die.

Jesus. You're embarrassing me, Lansing.

Now, sign.

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

I have never seen such poor white folks.

Just wretched.

They're living worse than half the slaves I ever knew.

At least they're free.

Free to do what,

live like some kind of sick animals,

unable to fend for themselves?

Most of them, the Irish, especially,

arrived here with nothing,

so they areforced to fight for the scraps.

I'm not trying to defend whites

who see fit to own people as property,

but in my experience, at least they have manners.

Mama.

So long as you say "thank you" and "please"

and know what fork to use first...

- Don't. No. - ...you are a good person?

Do not try to change what I'm saying.

Just... civilized.

Well, we're equals here, at least by law,

and we are carving out a life for ourselves and--

A life?!

Here?!

Life has space, Sara, and sky and...

...privacy, clean air to breathe.

On the plantation, the only privacy we had

was what Daddy wanted to give us.

Here it's whatever we can take for ourselves.

I don't aim to be ungrateful.

I'm just...

not accustomed to your Five Points.

You, uh, you don't have to go, Annie.

I do.

I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry, Kevin.

It wasn't your fault.

We were broken long before you got here.

I just wish that...

How many wishes do each of us have?

Some get more than others, I guess.

I was telling the story the other day

on how you took me to Central Park

and we went sleigh riding.

That was a fun day.

Even your Ellen had fun.

She was happy.

I wish that... we could all have had more days like that.

Ever since a copper offered me an egg,

I have learned to have good days.

Thank you for never giving up on me.

I am always so proud of you.

Matthew's just wasting his time.

He is changing lives, savinglives.

I know you have been free for a while,

but I cannot believe that any white man

is gonna care about the words he's putting down on that paper.

That is a strong possibility,

but notputting those words down guarantees that no man,

white or Black, will ever read them.

You tell my friends...

these last words!

I am to hang...

and you are my brothers.

And I happily die for you, for my country,

and I am not sorry, and I am... not afraid.

It's better this be my fate

than fall on bended knee to the Union!

♪ Trust to luck

♪ Trust to luck

♪ Stare fate

♪ In the face

♪ For your heart... ♪

♪ Will be easy

♪ When it's in the right place

I'm not gonna lie to you, Kevin,

and you can do what you'd like to me.

You can shoot me through the head or the heart.

Don't tempt me.

But I loved Ellen.

Maybe not as much as you, maybe in a different way.

But I did.

I still do.

And I love you, too, you bastard,

more than any brother I ever could've had.

I know I done things that can't be forgiven.

But just remember--

I will kill or die for you any day of the week.

All you need to do is ask.

I know, Francis.

Do you realize that...

...on St. Patrick's Day, we celebrate the day he died?

When I was a boy, I always assumed

we were drinking to his birth.

I was never that hopeful.

♪ Our ship, she's ready

♪ To sail away

♪ And it's come, my sweet comrades ♪

♪ O'er the stormy sea

♪ Her snow-white wings are all unfurled ♪

♪ And soon we'll swim in a watery world ♪