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We have a man dead--
alderman Stephen Bartlett.

I'm certain
the alderman's farmgirl

knows exactly what happened
in that room,

and, if Teresa Trembley
doesn't know why it happened,

I can find out.

This will be sent to the family
of Teresa Trembley.

The world will know
the loss of Hazel Turnow.

You will not get
the aqueduct project

unless you get Lansing
to withdraw his bid.

I can adjust
my negotiation style.

Who's that?!

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

You got two choices.

You can sign this paper now...

or I turn you
into a flaming scarecrow.

I loved Ellen.
And I love you, too.

More than any brother
I ever could have had.

Okay.

- You got him?
- Mm-hmm.

Let's set him over there.

Grab this arm. Got him?

Alright.

He's alive.

Freeman, I know the difference
between dead and drunk.

Kevin. Kevin?

Stand back.

God damn it!

You let me be.
- Mnh.

We fought together
on the battlefield.

We're not letting you
fight this war on your own.

What about a mourning period?

A few days, at least.

Ellen's wake was two weeks ago.

No. No, that's not true.

Today's March 30th.

It can't be.

Ellen killed herself.

My wife.

I found her.

And then you put her to rest.

For you,
the real escape is living.

Welcome back.

♪ I like my bitches tight ♪

♪ Even better without sight ♪

♪ Screw 'em blind,
they don't mind ♪

♪ 'Cause Jacko's
king of the night ♪

Mmm.

I gotta take a piss.

Hey, take one of these whores
with you, Jenkins.

They'll aim it for ya.
That's what they're good for!

Another. Two.

I like my barkeeps to be quicker
than their tenement rats.

You think I come here
for the crystal?

He's useless!

Hey, hey, girly, girly.
Hi, there.

Get me another drink, girly.

- There's no need for that.
- Yeah?

Ugh! Jackass!

Ah, you lazy slut.

That's it! Richie, toss him!

Are you okay?

Sir, I would really
appreciate it--

Hey! I would rather stay.

Oh, my God.

Didn't realize you were up.

Work don't stop
'cause the sun set.

And look at you,
pulling that nightgown,

like I have never seen
your nekkid butt.

- Mama!
- Oh...

I would've said
the same thing yesterday,

before I walked in
on you and Matthew.

Don't you ever tell
my husband that you saw--

Oh, Lord, I can't believe
I'm having this conversation.

Mama!
- What?!

Promise me.

You always were nervous
about your body.

What you ashamed of, girl?

Nothin'.

Night, Mama.

Night.

I know it's late, sir,
and I know how busy you are,

so I do apologize
for-- for keeping ya.

Please, sit.

My office is always open
for the pressing concerns

of my constituents.

My wife here--
her brother, Seamus Walsh,

he's been in the tombs
since he got mixed up

in the whole precinct's debacle.

We just hoped that you might--
- You say you've got power.

Well, Seamus
is a damn good fella,

better than you, even,
from what I hear.

General, she don't mean that.
She--

If you don't have the grit
to stand up for your family,

then someone has to.

My brother has talent and spirit

which is being wasted
in those blasted tombs.

From what I hear,
your brother is a dolt.

Sure, maybe he falls

into the coop
when he's stealing chickens,

but, even as a kid,
he always put meat on our table.

When I'm trying
to free a prisoner, Sybil,

I usually avoid
naming more crimes.

What's behind the action
matters,

and Seamus's intent
has never been criminal.

My, my, my, how you remind me
of my first love.

Same persuasive spark.

In honor of that
long-lost young lady,

I will let Seamus walk.

Why, thank you,
General Donovan.

With a caveat, for ours is not
a heaven from which gifts rain.

The lads are digging
a new sewer line uptown.

If Seamus can hold his own in a
mucking gang, he avoids prison.

The first day of work he misses

is the day he begins
his sentence at Sing Sing.

Thank you, sir.

Go on. Thank you.

Lazarus returns!

It seems, in two weeks,
nothing changes.

Are you truly ready
to face the blood and guts?

Some things,
a man was born for,

like policing with this force.

- Well, we do need you.
- Hey, what the hell?

Just following orders,
Detective.

Your friend is headed
to the tombs,

under arrest
for attempted murder.

Eva, what happened?

A man beat Lola,
so I stabbed him in the eye.

Please.

- I know your mother.
- Yes. The carriage, please.

Hey, Glynn, talk to the warden.

I want her
in the governor's cell.

I don't need a damn cell.
You all act like no one has ever

given a drunk
what he's asked for.

Donovan will know a way
to get you released.

I'll come to see you
after I talk to him.

This way. Come on. Get in.

In the evenings,
I'm reminded of Thomas,

how quietly he moved.

As a child,
when the day was done,

he liked to lay down
in the grass

and feel the heat of the day
leave the earth.

We were always waiting
for the moon to rise.

That was his way
of pretending us free.

Oh, that boy.

He started and ended
every day with hope.

Mama, tomorrow,
when we go to the butcher,

I want you to remind me
I need--

Sara, tell me what Thomas
was like in this city.

That was years ago, now.

Just tell me what it was like
the last morning he was alive.

I don't know. I'm sure we moved
through our usual routine.

You doremember.

And the memories
are not yours to keep.

You just want to hurry forward
with this new life,

but sharing memories, that keeps
Louis and Thomas alive for us.

- What are you doing?!
- Please, you must help us!

Get out! This is ourblock!

A house is burnin'.

A home is on fire!

Only one company
gets paid for the work.

They're just sorting out who.

Why is everybody in this city
so violent?!

Would you neighbors ever see
each other as human beings?!

You can't involve yourself in
every single problem here, Mama.

Come on. This way.

This is our home! Please!

Are you going to
stoke that fire?

I was just thinking
about those flames

taking everything
from them people.

Tammany Hall will get them
a new place.

The Irish take care
of their own.

You really rise this early
every day?

In Five Points,
the only opportunity

for uninterrupted research
is dawn,

which leads me to the purpose--

Oh, I'd offer you a taste,

but I know you'd give me
that withering look.

I have traced a disease
sweeping through

the Leonard Street tenement
to a dirty well.

Curing the stricken
has been nearly impossible,

but if the source were to be...

I'll check the records,
but I doubt

the Morehouse Estate
owns a tenement.

Well, my aim is greater
than this building alone.

I have written a tract

which identifies
all the water sources

within Five Points
at risk of contamination,

along with recommendations
for the future.

I want the tract published,

but no one will accept
the findings of a Black man,

which demonstrates that
Northern freedom is no absolute.

That, I can't help with,
but if you were to publish

under the pseudonym
of a white man...

Certainly, the provost
at my alma mater

knows a doctor
both reputable and agreeable.

Yes.

Let's change lives.

If Ramsey lives,
we'll let the dust settle

and I can assure you'll walk.
- If he dies?

A turn of events which would
complicate your situation.

Liquored men die every day,

by their own hands
or plenty of others'.

You're forgetting Ramsey
isn't your ordinary

Five Points ruffian.
He's of Greenwich Village,

and those citizens love
vocalizing their importance.

What am I supposed
to do now, here?

We Catholics have a thing
called a retreat--

not like a retreat in battle,
but a renewal of the soul.

Use your time here to reflect.

Let uswork on your behalf.

I'm not used to being
at someone else's mercy.

I'll have Freeman
check on Ramsey.

We'll plan for either scenario.

Even if he lives,
I have a feeling I'll hang.

This city,
when minds are set...

There's been
no public outcry, alright?

Hanging me also
hangs my child, Corky.

Look, you and your child,
you're safe.

I promise to get you
out of here.

After speaking to Freeman,
stop by the Paradise.

I want Lola in charge--
every penny, every prick.

And tell her
to keep an eye on Richie.

I think he's started
stealing from the till.

In this marriage, the two
really havebecome one.

Can you outpace him yet?

Please remember
you wouldn't be in this room

if it weren't for me, Norbert.

Do tell,
what fresh hell is this?

A personal project, none of
your business responsibility.

"The abominable quality
of downtown water...

runoff and waste causing
grievous conditions."

This doesn't concern you!

"We demand the responsibility
for potable water

fall to each well's
neighboring corporations,

with failure to comply
resulting in fines

and, if necessary,
forced closures."

I assume you are among
the "we" in question.

Are you aware another "we,"
you and I,

own half the corporations
below 14th Street?

Today's business lesson--

one does not levy fines
upon oneself.

Business, and all its related
lessons, are done for the day.

I am sure you have
somewhere else to be.

The fool thinks
I can be outpaced.

I embrace the challenge.

Detective, a drink?

- Oh. Here on business.
- I'll take a short one.

Christ, Lola,
you look like you were bobbin'

when you should've
been weavin'.

I wish I'd shot that animal
before Eva had to stab him.

Was Ramsey going after her
beforeshe stabbed him?

He got what was due,
if that's what you mean.

Well, emotions aside,
I'm trying to make a case

for self-defense.
- What do you think

I'm going to say, Detective?

Eva Heissen is more
than just my boss.

- You too, Richie?
- Eva didn't have a choice.

Let's not forget--
the knife was Ramsey's.

How many other witnesses
will back you up,

that don't work for Eva?
- I'd say a dozen or more.

Any other than the regulars?
Out-of-towners maybe?

Any going to back Ramsey?

His cousin, um, Jenkins
something-- Paul-- was here.

Let me guess-- he hightailed
when the trouble started.

He's a souse, squanders
his family's money
all over downtown.

Could I have a word with Lola?

Eva says she wants you
in charge...

and keep an eye on your barkeep.

Sure, I'll keep the place
spinning like a child's top.

Any problems, you need
any help of any kind, just yell.

I can think of a thing or two.

Think of something else.

Old Pepper has always been
my favorite, though Robert

does harbor a weakness
for Halpenny bourbon whiskey.

If I may suggest, given
the quantity of consumption,

A.M. Bininger & Company
sells in bulk.

Actually, why should we
be forced to choose?

Order them all.

A full case of each?
Are you expecting a siege?

Oh, loosen up, James.

Here you go.

Why don't you taste,
see which one you prefer?

I appreciate the offer, ma'am,

but I do not imbibe
while at work.

How charming.

Ramsey lost
an enormous amount of blood

and will certainly lose sight
in the injured eye,

however the wound did not
penetrate deeply into the brain.

- Will he live?
- Yes.

There's always risk of
side effects, secondary trauma.

Hey, breathing's
good enough for me.

Now to tell Eva the good news.
Thank you.

- Excuse me. Is there--
- Sorry. I'm on police business.

Hey, Maguire!
- Ah.

Go on, be on your way, anyway.

What brings such a pretty face
down to this dump?

I'm looking
for a Detective Corcoran.

Why's that?

He sent my parents a telegram

regarding a murder
that I witnessed.

And what do you
call yourself, then?

My name's Teresa Trembley.

Tare an' ouns.

I watched
alderman Bartlett die.

The man who killed him
had already gagged me,

and-- and he was...

If you saw the murderer again,
could you identify him?

Yes. I will never forget
that man's face.

As the alderman died,
he looked me in the eye...

and he told me I was next.

And, my dear,
how did you avoid being such?

I gave the wall a kicking.

My neighbor, Mab O'Dwyer,
she hates any racket.

She threatened to come over
and silence the noise.

As the man approached me...

Mab's door opened.

The murderer
must have panicked.

He ran.

Right away, I locked the door,
I packed a few things, and...

I fled.

I'll let Kevin know
the case has been reopened.

Detective Corcoran has enough
trouble to sort at the moment.

I trust you can handle
this lead on your own.

Arrange for
Teresa's hiding, now.

Major.

First, I would like
to emphasize

that I am proceeding
with the plan.

Though, second...

my father has destroyed
your document.

Why was your father
in possession of my work?

I'm meeting with Dr. Wells,

chief medical officer
at Columbia College,

this afternoon.

But you have nothing
to show him.

Then draft a new paper.

I'll convince Wells of our
objective. He is ambitious.

And when he agrees, I will hand
the new papers directly to him

and your words
will reach the public.

But if this Dr. Wells
is as reputable as you claim,

he won't trust a verbal report
from a businessman.

Then get writing.

We're going to make a mark
on history.

And, this time,
script two copies.

Donovan doesn't make
false promises.

Tenements all looking the same
gives me the creeps.

I feel like I'm back
in my old room.

Ah, this is no room.

This is a palace.

Because you, Teresa,
are a queen.

Your throne.

Donovan began like us,
you know.

He immigrated and found
his place in the city,

climbed his way to the top.

Well, if not the top,
the near top.

I don't know
that I could climb anywhere.

I'm not even sure
I knew what I wanted,

coming to New York
from Hamilton.

Well, that's what makes
this city special--

you don't need to know upfront.

I was promised a lot of things
by alderman Bartlett.

In the
end, all he left me with

was fear
and that image of his death.

I don't think there's much
of a future for me here.

Right.

But look at Donovan--
he had to quit the coppers

because his contracting business
was so successful.

Then Tammany noticed

and all these things
one after the other.

But he started
with a dirt floor,

knowing only
he wanted more than dirt.

And here's the truth--

greatness starts with
everyday, boring stuff.

It's how you approach it
that matters.

Well, maybe I've finally met
the right people.

Ah, I see you have some pepper
back in your step, Detective.

I stopped by the Paradise
and talked to some witnesses.

Eva's got a pretty strong claim
of self-defense.

Ramsey pulled the knife.

He was a train wreck,
smacked one of Eva's girls.

Ah, yes, the dusky young Lola.

At least we got cause
to free her on bail.

I thought I had made myself
perfectly clear at the tombs,

Detective,
but obviously not clear enough.

I get this Ramsey isn't
some anonymous guttersnipe,
but we need--

It's a mayoral election year,
Corcoran,

in case you haven't noticed.

So every two years,
rich assholes get a pass?

I think, by now, you know me
better than that, Kevin.

Eva's a businesswoman.

She kicks a lot of money
up the chain.

She's a friend. And more.

I understand that, Kevin,
I really do.

But, please, show some patience.

We rescue her together.

My doctor friend says
Ramsey's sure to live.

Well, there you have it--
a glimmer of perpetual light.

You are going to be bossing
those girls around in no time.

How certain was Freeman?

Matthew always plays careful,
especially with diagnosis.

Ramsey, the blind bastard,
will survive.

Ohh.

And so we live on.

Corcoran, out.

I need a word
with Miss Heissen alone.

If it's anything to do with her
case, I'm not going anywhere.

You've already stuck your nose
in enough.

Captain, I prefer Kevin stay.

Jack Ramsey died.

Found in his bed
at Saint Vincent's.

I'm sorry, Eva. You'll be
prosecuted for murder.

No, he can't be dead.

So go to the hospital
and talk him out of it.

They'll be calling
a grand jury posthaste.

But you said...

In the army,
we always have a second plan.

We'll start organizing
your defense.

I'm just another Five Points
immigrant in the tombs.

Disposable.
- No.

Your friends will fight for ya.
I'll fight for ya.

I consider myself a survivor,
someone who acts,

but within these walls,
there's no action to take.

Ramsey was the instigator.

We'll bury the grand jury
with witnesses.

Kevin, I've been around
New York long enough

to know the truth
rarely wins the day.

Fixing this is my job, Eva.

I...can't.

That's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. Just...

Just-- Oh, yeah.

Ohh. Mm.

These are deeds to properties

in the aqueduct's
right-of-way.

Organize my presentation.

I'm off to officially
register my bid

in advance of tomorrow's
council vote.

Everything will be waiting
on your desk

when you get back
from the meeting.

And, uh, good luck, sir.
- Luck? Ha!

I hope we've obviated the need
for the whims of fortune.

Not the desk. The lockbox.

These documents
will determine our future

in more ways than one.

"To Governor Reuben Fenton."

I like that name-- Reuben.

"Is it true you frolicked
with Mary Todd?"

Full stop.

"No?"

Exclamation, exclamation.

Excuse me.

You're not Governor Reuben.

Or the odd Mary Todd.

- Uh--
- Are you a new friend?

I've decided
to collect them again.

This must be
the wrong residence.

The butler should not
have allowed me through.

Ah.

Elizabeth. Dr. Wells.

This inebriate is your wife?

She-- Doctor,
come with me to my parlor.

I wasn't aware--
- From this lack of decorum, sir,

I trust nothing,
much less a medical tract.

I have never encountered
such brazen indecency.

Sir!

That doctor was
my only remaining channel

for publishing Freeman's study.

What in God's name
are you doing?

I want to dance, Robert!

I want to dance.

You keep up the act, the
invitations will surely dry up.

Now, please.

Not some boring uptown
stodgy soirée.

Something dark.
Something downtown.

You can't even begin to fathom
the darkness of downtown.

Mm-hmm.

Take me, Robert.

Hold me.

Ohh!

Oh, wait. I need some stuff.
I want to make a stew.

Let's see
if everything is fresh.

Buy what you touch or move on.

We're just finding the best.

My mama's a fine cook.

Let me see.

I said get your soiled hands
out of my goods!

There's disease everywhere!

That man is a doctor.

He will tell you
what is a disease.

What kind of a world
do you think this is, Mammy?

Where a nigger
can tell me what's what?

I don't know what kind of world
this is, mister.

Let's move on, Mama.

This was a damn nice city
till you people showed up.

Cost both my brothers
their jobs.

You're worse than the Irish!
- Their jobs?

Maybe they should've
worked harder!

- Mama, come on.
- Okay, that's enough.

Matthew, no!

You speak to my family again,

and I will put your thick head
through that window.

Matthew!

Let him go. Please.

Mama, come on!

You have no idea
the people I know!

Come on, now.

Matthew!

Come on!

I'll speak to your filthy women
whenever I want!

And if I want...
- Matthew!

...I'll burn them!

I'll burn them all!

As for the business
of the proposed aqueduct,

all final bids
must be delivered here,

City Hall,
by midnight tomorrow.

At the public-works meeting
next week,

we will vote
on the winning bid.

Construction on this project

is scheduled to commence
the 1st of May.

We now close this meeting
with a moment of silence

for the late alderman
Stephen Bartlett.

Thank you for supporting
my proposal.

Has there been any sign
of Lansing?

Like a sparrow in winter. Gone.

Perhaps he finally realized
he's no competition for me

after all.

- I bet not.
- Why?

He sent an associate

to register his bid
for tomorrow's vote.

Ah, well, then...
may the best man win.

I took a risk
backing your plan, Donovan.

I hope that decision does not
come to cause me embarrassment.

May our departed colleague
rest in peace.

This meeting is concluded.

Freeman visited Jack Ramsey
just before his death,

said he would live.

We don't get a say, I guess.
Death comes knockin',

no use trying to step
out the back door.

Doesn't seem like death
was knockin' for Ramsey, though.

Life's been giving us
shite hands, Corky.

But Eva's a tough gal.
She'll come out alright.

Thanks, Buck.

Remember when
the Paradise opened?

Yeah, right before the war.

Seems like we were kids
back then.

Yeah. We were.

She's always been there
for us--

a drink, a room, an ear.

No way I'll let Eva hang.

Kevin, just promise me
you'll do this smart.

Do what?

Whatever the hell
you're planning to do.

Well, I've learned from
General Donovan, haven't I?

Come on.
I want to check on Eva's.

Me and Glynn already
stopped in. No sign of Jenkins.

I want to make sure
Lola's faring okay.

Alright. I got to drop
this meat off at home,

then I'll catch up with ya.

Great.

What were you like as a girl?

Like anyone, I suppose.

Dreaming of a husband...

praying I'd turn out pretty.

Elizabeth, I don't believe that
for a moment.

Please, I'd like to know
how the woman I love came to be.

My youth wasn't easy.

Meaning?

Was your father cruel?

Oh, no, nothing like that.
He was a good man.

Just with five daughters,
when he had more use for a son.

Why are you suddenly
so interested in my youth?

I feel we are formed into stone
early in life.

I think, moving forward,
we should indulge less.

Robert, don't be silly.

It's all fun,

but today you cost a friend
of mine-- of ours--

something very dear to him.

A little incident.

A joke, Robert, that went awry.

I-I meant no harm, truly.

I know I introduced you to
the opium, so I deserve blame.

I like the way
it makes me feel,

the peace it brings
my turbulent mind.

Let's just take a vacation
from the stuff, shall we?

Wait. At least let me have
the last little drop.

Fine.

But after this night,

we pursue different recreations
for a while.

After the vote is held, we need
to get hiring lists drawn up.

Let's fill as many of the spots
as we can with 6th Warders.

After that, Tammany will give us
lists for the other wards.

Well, Orrin Lansing, you want
the gloves to come off?

Then so be it.

Summon Detective Maguire
immediately.

Contact Mr. O'Malley
at the funeral home.

I'll draft a letter
to Mr. O'Hearn's parents.

You came back to have fun...
or are you still working?

I came for
a long-overdue drink.

Hey! I went to Donohue's
on Mulberry

to borrow some bitters,
and that jackass Jenkins

was drinkin' there.

You and I both know this city

demands a certain level
of humility and patience.

Do you remember
our adjustment?

New rules, unfamiliar norms,

with a multitude
of sounds and smells

distracting us
from any real understanding.

These past few weeks,

Hattie has become more unhappy
and less accommodating.

She is not progressing.

Mama's older and stubborn.

The way she conducts herself
in this community,

it reflects back on us.

The man who attacked
that shopkeeper

is not the man I want to be.

Remember that she only
just learned her sons died.

And what happens
when she learns the
truth of those deaths?

Will we have to endure
this adjustment all over again?

Hey. I take it the guy
in the fancy suit is Jenkins.

Might be. He's the only one
here I don't know by name.

I'll take a bottle.

You're from Greenwich Village.

Jenkins, right?
- Who wants to know?

Just trying to be friendly.

Nobody in this city is ever
just trying to be friendly.

Well...

Ooh! I am unimpressed.

I want to make sure we get
justice for your cousin.

Well, I heard that whore
got locked up

and is going to hang
for killing Jack.

She will, indeed, only...

did your cousin have anything
to do with what happened?

Did he... provoke the stabbing?

Who cares about a whore?

Nobody.

I need to make sure

our prosecutor
has a solid case to argue.

I remember when that little
sausage-eater was new in town.

Me and six of my friends,

we took her one night
on my cousin's boat,

passed her around like
a bottle of cheap booze.

You know, she is
as nasty a little whore

as ever walked
this city's streets,

and I'm going to
piss on her grave

for what she did to my cousin.

Jesus, Kevin!
You're gonna kill him!

That's enough!

This is how you do things
smart, huh?

Let's go. Go!

I don't need a noose.

This cell will kill me first.

How am I supposed to organize
a defense from in here?

The truth of the justice system
is the prisoner has no agency,

but you, my dear,
have friends such as myself.

I keep hearing that.

I want to see it, to believe it.

And, yet, you must.

I'll investigate
your options tomorrow.

I hope you realize how tricky
this whole scenario is.

It's trickier
than even you think.

Huh. How so?

The baby I carry is yours.

Ah. Lucky you.

You'll have a fine specimen
to continue your legacy of wile

and my stature
is something of a badge.

What about the public?
The Tammany Ward boss--

Careful, now.

I have a lot of enemies.

If they hear you carry my child,

they might be inspired
to target you.

Shh.

Thank you for coming and for
your discretion in this matter.

As discussed,
you're here to assess

the new addition
to the solarium.

Oh, is that all I get
to assess?

I'm not here
for your entertainment.

Well, maybe not, but, uh,

you rich ladies
certainly can be amusing.

Ah!
- Let me have it.

This comes straight from
the Chinaman on Mott.

You'll find this
a little more exciting

than your husband's strain,
I think.

When in need of more,
you now know how to reach me.

Show yourself out.

Mr. Maguire,
did you get my files back?

I did.

And did Mr. Lansing apologize

for what he done
to young Milo O'Hearn?

Profusely.

And, lastly, Mr. Maguire,
did you explain to Mr. Lansing

that his regrets came too late?

I did.

With pleasure.

Proceed.

No!

No!

Hush, Mr. Lansing!
It'll be over soon.

Aah! Aah!

No! No!

Aah!

No!