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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.