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

We'll start organizing

your defense.

About my shop window.

Relax.

The only qualifying bid that remains

is that of General Brendan Donovan.

General Donovan has presented us with offers

for each of the properties we own in Five Points.

Donovan is going to level his own ward?

You're chasing twostale cases,

Bartlett andRamsey?

Are you covering for him, for Donovan?

I got your one Teresa Trembley in hiding,

but, tonight, Donovan ordered me to silence her.

Teresa!

Hey! What the hell's

the matter with you two?!

Aah!

Unh!

My God, wh-what are you doing?!

Joe, you goddamn prick!

Don't leave me here alone with these animals!

What do you want from me?

Take whatever you want.

You want money? I got money.

Take it!

Leave me be, please!

One tiny crack on the head

and this bastard's already quivering.

Shame he don't got five or six of his pals here

to help him out, huh?

The 6th Precinct don't take kindly

to mobs dispensing whatever it is

they consider justice.

But--

I don't care

if you're a Negro, a Chinaman,

or an asshole like you,

the only beatings allowed

in this neighborhood are comin'

from our fists, understand?

Yeah.

You better.

Otherwise, we'll come back here,

each and every week, to remind you

of this little lesson.

Matthew,

come to bed. It's late.

Oh, just a little while longer.

Matthew, you haven't been getting

near enough sleep these past few days.

I know, and I can, I will, but right now, I'm close to

finding something that could treat

this unknown... bacteria.

Couldn't it wait until morning?

I said, I'll come to bed when I am finished!

Good night!

How can a man

take the life of a young girl,

discard her body like a piece of trash?

I--

I couldn't say, Mr. Trembley.

But we're doing everything we can to find her killer.

You said that she came to you.

You were supposed to protect her.

You're just as responsible for her death

as the monster who did the deed.

I'm sorry, I--

I didn't mean to--

Leave us in peace!

I'd tell you and the rest of the godless savages

inhabiting this city to go to hell,

but you're already there.

She was a beautiful girl.

I grieve for your loss.

Alright! Bring in the jury.

Scheisse.

Oh, excuse me.

Hey, there. - Oh, hello, uh, Detective...?

- Corcoran. - Ah.

It's Billy, ain't it?

Donovan's new clerk. - Y-Yes, sir.

I'm on my way now. - Oh. I'm heading there myself.

I'll walk with you. Love to hear

how the general's been treating you.

I'm running late, actually.

It's a gorgeous day out, Bill.

A few extra minutes won't kill ya.

Is there any particular reason you're standing

in the middle of my office, Detective?

Yeah, captain had a message for ya.

Uh, ahem.

New kid wasn't here.

Figured I'd just leave it on your desk.

I appreciate your attentiveness.

Morning, General.

Your concerns are noted, Father.

Yet here you persist.

Thus the beauty of our business relationship--

you provide me with analysis,

which I then choose to ignore, or heed.

You've yet to heedany of my suggestions.

If you are dissatisfied,

feel free to head off and farm greener pastures.

I've made my decision.

You're a fool, Robert!

Perhaps.

But displacing thousands of immigrants

is no longer a business I hold interest in.

Our properties will notbe sold to aid Donovan and his aqueduct.

The city will then simply take our properties

through eminent domain,

in turn, compensating us far less than our current offer!

You have always lamented my lack of principles, Father.

Take comfort,

knowing that I finally found some.

Not your lack of principles, Robert,

your lack of practicality.

I need it set up in the music room, James.

Yes, ma'am. I'll see to it.

You're not leaving already?

I've hardly seen you all morning.

Then you probably shouldn't sleep the day away, dear.

I have wonderful plans for us.

I'm to be your muse.

As compelling as that sounds, I have business to attend to.

Oh, business, business. So much time for work,

so little time for play.

Least of all, your wife.

Who knows?

You may even be interested in my work--

crusading to aid the downtrodden,

a cause for which you used to care a great deal.

Well, fortunately, you've made it quite clear in the past

that my interest in your work is not welcome.

I'll be back later.

Try and stay conscious today.

Ryan! Rory, Christ almighty, knock it off!

Detective. So you think

you can just come and go as you please?

Don't know what you mean, Cap'n.

Your attendance has been sparse this past week,

so you're either shirking your duty

or working a case offbook.

Neither, sir.

I know what you've been up to, Corcoran.

Those yardsticks who laid a beating

on your doctor friend?

I'm told that you decided to send a message to them.

Right, I just felt I should remind them of their place,

who's really in charge here.

Yes, it's an important lesson to remember.

Corcoran.

Double the weekly taxes on their store, while you're at it.

I can't abide vigilantes roaming mystreets.

Donovan's clerk, Billy, doesn't know anything.

You find something of interest in the office?

A wall safe. Donovan came in

before I could get a good look at it, though.

- Did he make you? - Nah, I don't think so.

I was just telling Andrew about the Trembleys.

Mother and father weren't very keen on talkin'.

Pretty torn up. - I suppose the doctors didn't

give you anything else to go by. - No, just what we knew--

poor girl was strangled, her body dumped.

And at a rendering plant, for Christ's sake.

I can't believe he just walks in here,

struttin', like he ain't got a care in the world.

And he'll keep struttin', unless we can find

physical evidence tying him to the crimes.

Donovan ordered Lansing and Teresa killed.

I heard him give the order with my own ears.

Whose words are going to be believed,

a murderous, crooked cop;

or a devoted public servant,

hero of the ward? - You come forward,

it won't be Donovan's ass they throw in The Tombs.

You really want to go back there?

We need something concrete to bring Donovan down.

See if Freeman'll take a look at Teresa's body.

Maybe he'll uncover some evidence we missed.

Us?

What about you?

I'm going to swing down to the courthouse.

I ain't gonna lose another name to Donovan's ledger.

- Alderman, please. - The passion is appreciated,

but we have delayed long enough!

A few more days. Give me until Friday.

I'm sorry. The vote will happen tonight.

- The public's health is not something-- - If and when

the project is awarded to Mr. Donovan,

you can take your concerns directly to him.

This court is in recess.

I missed you in my cheering section.

I'm working other avenues outside the courtroom.

How's the trial going? - Oh, it's a gas.

The judge is having me over for tea this weekend.

It's going like I expected-- a room full of stodgy men

detailing what I did wrong in my life.

At least you have a good lawyer.

I'd rather have my business back.

Christ himself couldn't sway these people.

Don't worry.

I'll figure this out.

Sure you will.

I'm not going to lose anyone else.

One way or another, you and I are going

to walk out of these doors, I swear.

Lord help the man that gets in your way, copper.

Do me a favor-- send Richie over, will ya?

I got an errand for him.

Grab your bag, Freeman. Time to work some magic.

- Excuse me, gentlemen? - We got a dead body

needs lookin' at.

Sorry, but I'm in the middle of an experiment.

Then you can experiment later.

- No. - What's that?

I said no. You'll have to find someone else.

Corky said he needed ya to look at a body for us.

And I often help him, when I choose to do so,

but right now, I'm in the middle of something more important.

What, then, you want a couple of bucks?

You leave me alone.

How difficult is that for you to understand?

Jesus, no need to be a prick.

- Say that again. - Easy, now.

Francis didn't mean nothing by it.

We just figured, after we went out of our way

to help with that shopkeeper-- - I didn't ask you to do that!

- No. Even so-- - And don't pretend

as if you did it out of the kindness of your heart.

When was the last time you-- anyof you--

helped a Black man who'd been attacked?

One who wasn't friends with Kevin Corcoran.

I don't owe either of you, or Kevin, for that matter,

a goddamn thing!

Solve your own case, for a change.

You know, you got some nerve, hmm?

Come on, Andrew.

Let's go.

Agh!

10 cents a quart!

So why would a wealthy fellow

buy a business, only to keep the place closed?

I don't know.

What do you want with me?

I need you to tell me what you're really up to,

with Donovan.

Look, if I say anything,

I am liable to end up a dead man.

If you don't say anything,

death ain't likely, but assured.

Alright, alright, alright!

I'm not some big to-do.

I don't have any real money.

I'm just a face,

a name that they put on paper,

a front for the real property owners,

who need to keep their name out of public record.

Donovan pays you for this service?

Him and a few... others.

So Donovan bought the Paradise?

No, he arranged it for someone else.

Then who secretly owns Eva's?

Some uptown millionaires.

The Morehouse family.

Mmm, the light.

You have the most exquisite skin, dear,

like mottled alabaster.

Thank you, ma'am.

If possible, could I get up now?

No, no, no, no, not quite yet.

Just a littlebit longer.

Inspiration hath no clock.

Come over here for a moment, Elizabeth.

I wish to show you something.

What is it?

Quite the eye-opener.

Hmm.

Oops!

You've piqued my interest.

In here.

I don't see anything.

I believe the time has come

to clean you up, dear. - How dare...!

No!

Oh!

How dare you.

You got a visitor.

He say what he wants?

Nah, just that it was important.

Anything from Freeman?

He turned us down.

I think he's dealing with his own problems.

- Join the club. - Yeah.

I take it

this ain't a social visit.

Serious matters, I'm afraid.

Involving Donovan?

How prescient, Corky.

Major, I ain't interested in anything

you and Donovan have to say.

I'm done being manipulated by rich assholes

who take what don't belong to 'em.

I'm afraid you've lost me.

You ever going to tell me about your family

purchasing buildings in Five Points?

It's true, we have, for quite some time.

And then you swept in

and snatched up Eva's when she was vulnerable.

Technically, Father bought it,

at Donovan's suggestion.

Then why didn't you stop them?

Because I didn't know about Eva's myself,

until I went through some of Father's files.

Truthfully, Corky, the Paradise is the least of your worries.

Donovan has grand plans to build the new aqueduct for the city.

You, your friends, your neighbors,

this building, are in the way.

If the plans go through,

Eva's and half of Five Points

will be razed.

So Donovan turns on his own people.

Power and money are great motivators.

The construction contract, alone, is a windfall.

Add to that any deals he's cut.

Like deals with property owners,

hidin' their purchases with other names.

Projects like these take a lot of land, valuable land.

I've done my best to delay the process, Corky,

but, at this point, Donovan has the votes.

The board meets tonight.

That's why he's so desperate.

Sorry I couldn't do more.

I've exhausted my options.

I haven't.

You think you can stop by the city clerk,

see if you can pick anything up?

Of course.

This woman

is a simple business owner.

We do not deny

that she stabbed Mr. Ramsey in the eye.

But, like most women

in her condition,

she was reacting purely

from instinct,

defending not only her business,

but her womb,

her child!

Are you hurt?

No, just an accident.

Matthew,

you can't keep going on like this.

Like what?

Like this.

You're boiling from within.

- I'm tired. - You haven't slept.

No, I'm tired!

Of the world, the people in it, the--

their existence, their ignorance!

It courses through my bones like a-- an electrical charge.

Which you can no longer control.

I don't think I have the strength

to tolerate, to excuse, to turn the other cheek.

Then don't!

Your grievances are real, Matthew.

You were attacked.

I've been beaten before.

When you were a slave,

when you couldn't fight back, but now,

you have the freedom to confront your attacker,

and leaving it unresolved is gnawing at you.

Confront him.

Beat him or embrace him--

that's up to you--

but don't allow this pain to fester in your chest.

I never had the opportunity

to face the men who killed my brothers.

Don't let this one act poison you towards the rest of life.

Call on Mr. Flouton personally to obtain the papers.

That lazy Welshman has a penchant

for hiding in his office all day, avoiding actual work.

Yes, sir.

Kevin.

Donovan.

It's been a long while

since you've come by for a chat.

Everything alright?

Well, busy days.

Been to see Eva?

Busy days as well. Not that I'd be

of much assistance, with her fate in the jury's hands.

Can I help you with anything?

Teresa Trembley's still alive.

Well,

not in body, but her secrets.

Poor girl, strangled by a man

who was clearly on the edge of sanity.

I assume you haven't found a culprit yet, though.

No.

But I'm getting close

and I will not rest until I catch

the sick bastard who killed her.

Kevin Corcoran--

ever-tenacious, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

I'll be sure to let you know if I make any progress, sir.

See that you do, Detective.

See that you do. - Giddy up.

May I help you with something, sir?

Yes, I need to see

the property records listed

for a Mr. John Sutton.

Which ones were you interested in?

All of them.

$10 for each one you find.

Yes, sir.

Right away.

While Robert has disappointed me in numerous ways,

I must claim my own failures.

I cannot stand by while another woman my son loves

addles herself to an early grave.

I'm stronger than you think.

His mother once said much the same.

Continue down this path, Elizabeth, and he will,

much like I did,

simply harden his heart.

I'm sure you've felt the distance growing.

Robert seems to forget that he's the one

that put me on this path. - I do not believe

that any man has ever forced you to do anything you chose not to.

Do not shirk your responsibility

in this situation, Elizabeth.

Surely, your father taught you better than that.

You have no idea what kind of a man my father was!

I know the coal mines of Lancashire are a world away

from the parlors of Manhattan.

I know the cunning needed

to erase the tragedies of one's past

and forge a new life from the ashes.

How long have you known?

Long enough. But understand me, Elizabeth--

I do not care why you choose

to cloud yourself with these substances--

be it from the past,

a disillusionment with the present,

or a general weakness of character--

I simply want it to stop.

Robert will be touched by your concern.

Robert will never know we've spoken.

You will either clean yourself up or you will leave.

Leave?

A life can be arranged for you

in California.

Reinvent yourself yet again.

I'm told that strongwilled, opiate-loving women are

in great demand out there.

Norbert.

Thank you.

Donovan.

It would appear that we have a fly in the ointment.

Seem to be having quite a few of those, lately.

And you seem to forget that you're paid

to facilitate my desires, not comment on them.

Of course, General.

C'mere.

Off wit' ye.

Excuse me.

Are the rest running late?

We're scheduled to hold a vote here this evening, are we not?

The meeting's been canceled, sir.

What? Why the hell was I not informed?!

Where's Alderman Stonington?!

That's the reason it was canceled.

Mr. Stonington was picked up

by police detectives an hour ago.

And you are certain it was

Donovan who sent you?

Yes, sir, Mr. Stonington.

Like I said,

something about a possible, uh,

threat on your life.

- Uh-huh. - It's probably nothing, but, uh,

after what happened with Alderman Bartlett,

General Donovan figured it'd be best you stay here,

under our protection.

Of course.

You got somewhere I could spit?

It seems Mr. Sutton owns quite a bit of property

along the aqueduct route.

Donovan and his friends have been busy.

Are you certain you don't want me involved

in the rest of the operation?

Thanks, Major, but,

it'll be better if I handle this my way.

Agh!

Guess you didn't hear--

Corky don't live here no more.

Lucky for you, no one else has moved in,

so we'll have plenty of privacy to talk.

Spring water.

Never had a taste for the stuff, myself.

Perhaps getting married so quickly was a mistake.

I know trust broken

can sometimes take time to repair, but...

...I felt embraced one moment and abandoned, the next.

That was never my intention.

Will there ever be a time when both of us

will simply be happy with one another?

I don't know why I excuse the same behaviors in myself

that I scold you for.

I--

I am the last person who should be casting stones.

If we're to continue, Robert, I need you,

unconditionally,

no matter how we choose to move forth,

sober or otherwise.

Aaaaah!

Just tell us what we want to hear.

Ah, tare an'ouns.

He's a tough, wee thing.

The Bartlett murders, Lansing, Teresa Trembley.

Probably had you finish off Jack Ramsey, too.

And you know this how,

'cause this lying, sack-of-shit Cyclops told you so?

Aaaaaaaaah!

Just give us Donovan and I'll make sure you're taken care of.

You really are as stupid as he says.

The man's untouchable.

You are nothing, an inconvenience to Donovan.

You're shit on his shoe.

Yet he sent you here to clean me off,

so what does that make you?

Charge me with whatever you want, assholes.

It won't matter. I'll be back on the street in an hour.

Who said anything about charging you?

I was just asking a few questions.

The important thing to remember

is that your own actions led

to the predicament that you're in.

I'll kill you.

I swear to God. - Ohh!

Better men than you have tried,

boyo. - Agh.

Aaah! Aah!

Aaaaaaah!

Aaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaah!

Aaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaah!

Well, if it ain't the most popular Negro in New York City.

Unless that-that's not the right term.

It's hard to keep up with whatever it is

you zip coons want to be called, these days.

I have no interest in you calling me at all.

Did you come here to gloat?

I came to settle this business between us.

Yeah, sure,

after you send your police friends around

to fight for you, first.

I don't recall you showing up

on my doorstep by yourself.

Well, you win, boy. Got no interest in going up

against the entire Metropolitan Police.

Is that all,

or have you come for your pound of flesh as well?

I've given that thought consideration.

Well, I'm here, ripe for the pickin'.

What's stoppin' ya?

Seems like that's the only way men like you learn,

through bloodshed.

Don't act like you're above me.

You may hide underneath that fancy talk and those--

those dandy clothes, but I seen it,

that savage look in your eye.

You ain't nothing but an animal.

You're right, I am an animal.

As are you.

We all are.

Speak for yourself!

And, like most animals, we are filled

with base desires--

hunger, lust, aggression, violence, dominance.

I've wrestled with the primal nature inside of me,

not wanting to validate others' fears.

I ain't afraid of you, boy.

Oh, you are.

And you should be.

Because I've suffered the ignominy of men like you

every day of my life!

And I have accepted insult and injury,

all with the hope that, one day, I would be seen as equal.

But I realized that I'm not your equal.

You're goddamn right, you're not.

I'm smarter than you and I'm stronger than you,

and I'm through concerning myself with the growls

of simpleminded, mangy little dogs.

Goldenseal salve.

Put it on your wound, to prevent infection.

Or don't...

...and let it rot.

I honestly couldn't give a shit.

Billy, I need your help locating my--

I know you love tellin' stories, so, let me share one,

about a wise man with grand plans for his city,

plans that, as things progressed,

he chose to see through at any cost--

theft, deception, murder.

- Murder, you say? - Oh, yes--

an alderman and his son, a competitor, an innocent girl.

The wise man justified his actions,

both to himself and others, as part of the greater good.

Perhaps he had a point.

The wise man was a hypocrite. He didn't care

about his fellow citizens. He just--

well, hell, he'd rather throw them out into the street,

take their homes, all for the promise of a--

a little money.

Oh, it was more than just

a littlemoney, Kevin,

but I shouldn't expect you to understand.

It's not in your nature.

It's my own fault, really, choosing to overestimate,

see my young self in you.

But you, Kevin Corcoran,

refuse to see the world as it really is.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

So, what, is this the part where you throw me in shackles?

In my world, yes.

In your world,

without any real evidence, reliable witnesses, this?

It's all circumstantial.

I'd never be able to keep you in jail.

How fortunate for me.

Which means this is usually the point

where I put a bullet in your brain

and be done with it.

That would be decidedly unfortunate.

But, you're always going on about how I should use my brain,

think less with my fists, so,

I'm here to cut a deal.

You, compromising?

I'm shocked.

More of a wager, actually.

Open it.

Five pulls of the trigger.

One bullet.

One of us lives,

one of us dies.

That's not exactly what I meant by "using your head."

I'm willing to put my life on the line for Five Points.

Then you're a fool, for I am not.

Pick one.

Go on.

See,

there are people in this city worth saving, good people,

and I'm tired of men like you

using them, discarding them, without a second thought.

You're insane.

Probably.

I've been at war, in riots.

I'm not afraid to die.

Question is--

are you?

For what reason would I agree to such madness?

Because, if you don't, I'll kill you right now.

The only way you're going to leave this room alive is

by picking up one of these guns.

Do you honestly believe that you'll get away with this?

I have before.

Even if I don't,

what more do I have left to lose?

Your turn.

Oh, come on, Donovan!

I'm giving you a sportin' chance,

three out of four.

Surely, you can use your vaunted intellect to outsmart me,

a lowly copper.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

You speak of doing right for your fellow man,

but it's not justice that drives you, Kevin Corcoran.

- Is that so? - No, justice is convicting me

in court, not through some sick game.

Justice is having faith in the system, the law!

You and your friends have broken the system.

So, now, we're forced to follow

your own personal code, then, is that it?

It's better than what we've been given.

Oh, really? Who says your code is better

than mine, or anyone else's?

What gives you the right?

The gun in my hand.

Aha! And now, we arrive

at your true motivation--

pain and death.

You cloak your unquenchable instinct for violence

in the trappings of duty, ohh,

but, Kevin Corcoran,

misery befalls anyone in your orbit.

No wonder your wife sought any avenue

to escape your touch.

Ooh.

Where's that code of honor now?

Two left.

Almost over.

But it's already over, isn't it?

Really, hmm?

You've rigged the game.

What makes you say that?

Whichever gun is loaded-- ifone of them is loaded--

I lose.

I pick up the one with the bullet,

I shoot myself in the head.

I pick up the empty gun,

and you're left with the one and, honor or no,

I do not believe you will willingly take your own life.

- No? - Mnh-mnh,

you'll shoot me, instead.

That doesn't leave you with many options, does it?

Just one.

Or...

we call it a draw,

on the condition that you confess for your crimes

and plead guilty.

Perhaps you're more clever than I gave you credit for,

but the day I kowtow

to a righteous little shit like you

will be my last.

You're more like me

than you know, Kevin Corcoran.

Mo cara.

Mo namhaid.