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- Mrs. McGrath. - Detective.

My landlord's been making advances.

What the hell are you doing in here?

Mr. Coddington.

How long, Donovan? How long will I be your pawn?

Strangled by a man who was clearly

on the edge of sanity.

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

No.

And I will not rest until I catch

the sick bastard that killed her.

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

Agh!

Aaaaah!

Is this the part where you throw me in shackles?

I'm here to cut a deal.

On the condition that you confess for your crimes.

Shit!

Tare an'ouns.

There's no turnin' back now, boyos.

Jesus, Kevin.

Go get Donovan's thug.

We need to finish that bastard off,

once and for all.

This is on me.

I'll handle that prick.

It'll be a pleasure.

All right.

You meet me in Bottle Alley at midnight.

Come on, Andrew.

- He's gone! - What do you mean, he's gone?

I can't believe the bastard escaped.

Bollocks!

We should've just shot the bastard dead.

This is not good at all.

Donovan was the wrong man to kill.

You're right about that.

Detective, we're plannin' on a drink

up at Donohue's tonight. Are you game?

I need you to take this bag to Major Robert Morehouse

on 23rd street.

Come on, it's payday. Can't it wait?

- No, it can't. - Whatever you need, sir.

And, kid, we never had this conversation,

you never saw this bag, and you have no idea

who the hell Major Robert Morehouse is.

Right.

Don't you have a case or two, some bogeyman to chase?

You're not going to find him in here.

I need you to sign this 12-hour

take-out order from the tombs for me.

- For who? - Eva Heissen.

That's a good one.

You two forming a new comedy team?

She's to be reinterviewed in the Ramsey matter.

You know what Donovan will say about that?

Yeah, I know exactly what he'll say.

He sent me. I was just at his office.

Or do you want me to march on down there

and tell him you said go screw?

Huh, fine.

Where was Glynn running off to?

No idea.

You seem more fidgety than usual.

Come on, payday.

I want to get done, hit the saloons.

Detective Corcoran was clear--

this needs to get to Major Morehouse.

The Major is due home within the hour.

I'll hand it to him directly. - Thanks.

I went out for a new box of cigars

and when I returned,

I saw Detective Corcoran come running out.

Carrying a bag, you said.

A satchel, I would describe it.

- Did he see you? - Not that I could tell.

Mr. Eustace.

Mr. Holland.

Gentlemen.

What the hell happened to you?

Nothing that won't be addressed.

You have any idea

why Kevin Corcoran killed Donovan?

The why of things has never been my concern.

I want Corcoran brought to me, alive.

Me and my men will run him down right quick.

That's not going to be easy.

Corcoran's been running these streets and alleys

since he jumped off the boat, when he was just a kid.

You're going to need all the help you can get.

I just assume this needs to be done quietly.

What this needs to be done is quickly.

Make Captain Sullivan lead the charge.

Have the police put up posters--

"wanted for information," list no crimes.

The cops will not run down one of their own.

Detective Corcoran's not here, Mr. Holland,

is he?

What's the deal, boss?

We run that bastard Corcoran to ground.

Then what?

Eustace wants him shot dead on sight.

General Donovan.

So this is how life ends for a legend, huh?

What in good hell did you have in those files?

Where the hell's that stamp?

Ah! Here she is.

- Kevin. - Grab some things,

what you might need for a day.

Christ, what you see is what I've got.

What's going on?

You are being taken to the sixth precinct

for further questioning in the Ramsey homicide.

Kevin, first, a mystery package

and now, a surprise guest.

Eva needs to stay here

until I can get her out of the city.

Isn't she a murderess heading for the gallows?

Nobody has convicted me of anything.

There's been a change in plans.

I can have her taken up to our estate

in Rhinebeck at first light.

She'll be safe there.

Elizabeth, will you take Miss Heissen

and get her some real food?

I'm sure it's been a while.

It's been ages since we've had any

intriguing company.

Miss Heissen, please, come this way.

Go on, now. I'll be back soon.

I need you to go through these--

documents, photographs--

and get me anything I can use against Tammany.

You're going to take on Donovan.

I already did.

Really? And what happened?

Donovan lost.

Ma!

I had one of the lads run to Nellis' bakery

for your linzer tarts!

Ciaran, your friends are lovely.

Mum, take these and go into your room.

But I'd like to share my pastries

with these nice men. - Let her stay.

Please, sit down, Captain.

I'd prefer to stand.

Ohh!

We are curious.

Why'd you sign a take-out order for that whore--

beg pardon-- Eva Heissen?

Because General Donovan ordered it, that's why.

Oh, he did?

From the great beyond?

You need to explain yourself.

Mmm!

Delightful, Mrs. Sullivan.

What a nice son, to bring you sweets.

When did you last see Corcoran?

He came by to get the take-out order.

I am particularly fond of linzer tarts.

They're my favorites, too.

Your boy Corcoran shot Donovan dead this evening.

Does he mean Kevin?!

But he's a nice lad!

He would never have done a thing like that.

You can't be serious.

Oh, I'm not serious?

Ma!

I need to know every word Corcoran said to you,

everything he did, and we need you

to help us find him.

Be a good boy and clean her up.

You tell him.

Donovan's man got away.

Looks like he weaseled out of the ropes.

Nothing can be done about it now.

Christ, Kevin, they'll be comin' for ya.

You kill a man like Donovan, you unleash hell.

You need to get as far away, as fast as you can.

No. Five Points is my neighborhood.

I've killed for it and I'll die for it,

if I have to.

This is my fight. - Bullshit!

If they want to come down here,

we make them pay a price.

And that's a fact.

Well, that settles it.

We stick together.

Sullivan will be leading the hunt for me.

Sully wouldn't turn on his own.

He's an organization man, like every Captain.

Tammany made him and they can break him.

That's the way this town works.

We need a man on the inside.

Andrew, go back, like nothing happened.

Keep your eyes open, and your ears.

Help me stay ahead of them

until we can sort this thing out.

Christ, Kevin, I'm a bad liar and a lousy actor.

- So just play dumb. - That's your specialty.

Francis, I need you to keep an eye on Eva

till we can get her out of the city.

I left her with Major Morehouse.

Where are you going?

Somewhere they won't expect me to be.

Forgive my brashness.

You've been a captive audience, but,

I feel compelled to ask--

how did you choose the life,

the way of a courtesan?

That's a pretty word for "whore."

No need to sugarcoat my life.

I like sex,

and I like money even more.

It was a natural twining.

I always feel the need to control my own fate.

That's a fantasy existence for me,

like living in a castle with a prince.

Don't be ridiculous! Look around!

I give this order with a heavy heart.

All of you need to scour this ward

for Detective Corcoran.

That's bullshit, sir.

It is, it's bullshit, but it is what we must do

as officers sworn to uphold the law.

We don't get to pick and choose

who we go after and if we don't act on it,

they'll send coppers from another precinct,

who won't be so kind to Kevin Corcoran.

Now, hit the streets.

Oh, Christ, don't look at me like that!

Kevin is the best damn detective in this city.

Kevin is now a hunted fugitive,

wanted for murder.

It would be great--

it would be great to see a boss in this job

do the right thing, just one time.

What do you want me to do, break the goddamn law

because Kevin high-and-mighty Corcoran

decides to take the law into his own hands?!

No, stand up for your own and be a man.

Oh, so I'm the bad one now,

not your pal, who decides it'd be a grand idea

to shoot dead a ward boss?

What the hell did he think was going to happen?!

He never would've done it if Donovan didn't deserve it.

Oh, really? Like, all of a sudden, that matters?

It matters to me.

You're a kid, Andrew.

I've been around, I've seen what

the organization is capable of.

Well, I guess that's the difference between us--

I'm loyal to my friends,

not some goddamn organization.

Well, good for you.

Now, get your ass out there and find Corcoran,

or you'll be lucky to find a job cleaning the goddamn streets.

Evening, Mrs. McGrath.

Detective. What is it?

Has something happened? Is it my Michael?

No, no, it's nothing at all.

I was just hoping I could come in and talk.

Hang on a second.

I'll grab my shawl, make myself decent.

Thank you.

So, Michael's not at home?

He's gone with Elek the butcher.

He raises hogs out on Long Island.

We had a pig farm

down the road from me when I was a boy.

The stench of the place was...

Well, what brings you to my door,

if not a calamity?

It's kind of a long story, complicated.

Ach. Well, I'm at least half a spinster these days.

I have nothing to do but stare at these here walls.

Come on, sit.

I'll get you something to drink.

What's your preference? - Right now?

I could really use a whiskey.

The mayor has a bastard living in Passaic.

Christ!

This bag of tricks is more entertaining

than a night at the burlie show.

I have to find Kevin,

let him know what he's got on his hands.

I would hew to a cautious tack

when dealing with those people.

They do not play by our rules.

Maybe that's because we don't let

"those people" in the game.

That may very well be, but don't be a fool, Robert.

Life is cheap downtown.

I imagine a lot of bad things will be said about me.

General Donovan is a popular man around here.

Was.

Once word gets out about what he done,

that won't be the case.

You're a bit of a dreamer, are ya?

How's that?

America's a tough place

to think you can fight the system.

Well, maybe, but,

I don't regret what I done.

I regret not thinking it through properly, though.

Well, now, I guess we'll see

how good you are at thinkin' on your feet.

Officer Glynn.

I need you to stay right there, sir.

Huh?

Where's the satchel?

Where the hell am I?

You are either safe among friends,

or you are not.

That is up to you.

Piss off!

"Piss off," he says.

You have something we want.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm a copper! You can't just grab me off the street!

- Where's the satchel? - What are you on about?

Must be a real tough bastard.

Yeah, a real hard case.

As a beat cop,

you spend a lot of time on your feet, don't you?

The answer is still "piss off!"

What's the matter,

don't they pay you enough to buy decent socks?

This is the last time I'm going to ask nice.

Where is what Kevin Corcoran gave to you?

I told you-- I don't know what the hell

you're talkin' about.

The only thing Corcoran's ever given me

is his advice or grief!

Would you please convince this young copper

that sharing with us is an intelligent idea?

This little piggy went to market,

this little piggy stayed home,

this little piggy had roast beef,

and this little piggy had none.

And this little piggy...

got chopped off.

Ah! I don't know anything! I swear to God.

Another one.

Don't.

Okay.

I'll talk. I'll talk.

Don't say a word.

Not a thing.

Ah.

Stay put.

I'll check it out.

I can't go back to that cell. I can't.

Hey, can you handle this without hurting yourself?

Ah, sure enough, I was with the lads

at Ballingarry back in '48.

Ah, tare an'ouns, a fenian under Morehouse's roof.

Love to hear all about that.

In the meantime, lurk behind me,

give these bastards the impression

there's more of us.

Where's Robert Morehouse?

Ah, he was out in the country, hunting foxes, last I heard.

- Coming in to look around. - I think not.

You don't look like you're from around here.

You look like downtown riffraff,

ready to commit burglaries.

You're making a big mistake.

So I'd be justified

in shootin' the both of you dead.

You'll be sorry, boyo.

Not as sorry as your mama's going to be

three days from now.

What the hell are you talking about?

She'll be watching them lower your casket

into the ground.

Doctor! Dr. Freeman!

Doctor, I can't make it all the way to the hospital.

Okay. Come on, get you inside.

Sara, get some water, clean towels.

They took my toes, doctor.

They took my toes.

I know, I know. I know.

It's going to be okay. Come on, now.

Easy, now, come on.

All right, one more step. Okay.

Mmm, please, I'm stuffed.

You know, all the girls around here

are well-enamored of you.

They are?

I took a good ribbing over our acquaintance.

"Detective looker," they call you.

Say you are as fine a man as any

to help a woman with her troubles, they say.

Well, now,

you're helping me with my troubles.

Look, I...

I can't thank you enough--

letting me stay and feeding me.

You'll be back later?

Don't know how good an idea that is.

Who are you kiddin'?

It's as grand an idea as any you got, copper.

Fair point, but I don't want to put you in danger.

Come on, now,

we Irish need to stick together.

I guess we do.

Reward for anyone who catches him!

Reward for anyone who catches him!

I saw Eva off to Rhinebeck,

then I tried to get a beat on Donovan's man.

Turns out his name is David Holland.

All anyone knows-- he's a hitter

for the organization.

Some say he's from Brooklyn, some say Hoboken.

As long as we get him before he gets us.

You've stumbled onto quite the bonanza.

Donovan was quite the cataloguer

of weakness and vice.

So what do we have?

If this were poker,

you'd be sitting on pocket aces, at least.

Christ, I'd say more like a royal flush.

One thing Tammany hates is bad press.

So I fire a couple of shots off their bow

and see what happens.

Beats running and hiding like a basement rat.

I got just the man to help us.

This happy fella here, Coddington,

reporter for "The Tribune."

I'll go scoop him up, then.

Go get 'im.

Did you put my toes back on?

You'll be running in the Tammany races,

for sure, this 4th of July.

What kind of people would chop off a man's toes?

The kind that don't take "no" for an answer.

What's with the sad face?

Corcoran is proving elusive,

but I'll get him by nightfall.

You don't have a choice.

Find him or keep going till you hit Chicago.

Mr. Coddington!

Can you come with me, please?

You have no call to apprehend me.

I'm not arresting ya.

I'm actually doing you a favor.

What is this in reference to?

It's in reference to gettin' back

the pictures of you and the dark prostitutes.

Now, come on.

Mr. Eustace.

Captain Sullivan, how are you?

Good.

Boden's mate.

Impressive.

I'm trying to expand my game.

Aren't we all?

Why don't you sit down, Captain, please?

I know that this must be unpleasant for you.

By all accounts,

Detective Corcoran's a good man.

We've had our differences, but he is solid.

I can't imagine what would've driven him

to commit such an act.

I'm sure he felt the proper motivation.

So, May 21st, you're a 30-year man, no?

Hard to believe.

Put in two years on the Erie Canal

and came home to join the coppers.

I know you're a fan of the theatre.

Front row, "Petroliamania," Wood's minstrel hall.

Bring your mother, Margaret.

Well, thank you. I guess.

I came to express in person

how vital it is that we find Corcoran,

how important it is to the organization.

I don't really need you to illuminate that for me.

And to let you know that we have a vacancy coming up

down at headquarters--

Deputy commissioner.

Interesting.

I just don't know what to make of the way

this world works anymore.

The world is fine, Sully.

It's, uh, Five Points that's always been mad.

You bring me Corcoran, alive,

that commissionership is yours.

Let's start with a goodwill gesture.

Now nobody has anything hanging over your head.

And, uh, and what would you like in return?

These files show exactly what we suspected--

Donovan was as corrupt as Caligula,

warehousing properties and selling them back

to the city at as much as 50 times their value.

Using blackmail and violence to get his way.

And he used to love to needle me

for myhobbies, that bastard.

I'm glad he's dead. I am glad, I am happy.

I don't care if you go dancing in the street.

There's enough information here to get us on the front page.

Afternoon Edition, I can give you

an explosive story, front and center,

with pleasure.

My newspaper would pay

a handsome finder's fee for these.

This isn't for sale.

Knowledge is power.

Please, have a nice day.

I'll take you back uptown.

Yes, ahem, yes.

Hannigan!

You say you know where this man is?

I sure do.

Hand over the reward

and I'll bring you fellas right to him.

He wants the reward.

You'll get your reward when we get Corcoran.

Now, where is he?

Second door on the right.

I can let you in myself.

Ow! Would you watch where you're goin'!

- What the hell is going on? - Come on, let's take a walk.

- Kevin?! - I need your help.

What the hell happened to him?

Apparently, he wasn't forthcoming quickly enough

with information about you.

Cost him two toes off of his left foot.

Oh, Jesus.

Those bastards.

Can you keep her here?

For a day or so, at the most.

Dr. Freeman's home for those buffeted

by Kevin Corcoran's wake. - Matthew.

I guess I should be glad to be so needed.

We will do whatever is necessary, Kevin.

Thanks. Really.

- Congratulations. - I'm sorry?

Have I accomplished something?

You are the first person that Kevin Corcoran

has ever brought to our door who wasn't dead or bleeding.

Captain, take a stroll?

Where the hell to?

For old times' sake, will ya?

I don't have time for gamboling about the ward with--

Captain, please,

don't make me insist.

Down here, Captain.

Corcoran.

For your own good, you need to surrender.

That's not an option, Captain.

Then run.

Christ, get on a ship, sail away.

10 years from now, who knows? Maybe they'll all be gone.

It's simple-- I need you to pass on a tip.

I need you to tell Holland

that I'm hiding out in the warehouse

at 812 Pearl Street.

I don't have your balls, Kevin.

I'm scared to death of these people.

I need you to do this.

We allneed you to do this, Captain.

All right.

Goddamn it.

Go. Just-- just go!

Sir, I thought you'd better see this.

Well, well, "Tammany Greed."

Corcoran, you are one cute bastard.

Bastard.

Holland, you looking for me?

Ah! Ahh.

You should've stayed the hell out of Five Points.

You just shot me in the balls.

You're in far better shape than your pals.

You want to live?

Tell me who sent you.

Not such a tough bastard now, are ya?

Eustace.

You said-- - I lied.

Well, that's done. Now what?

I go see Wild Bill Eustace.

The killing can end, or it can continue with you,

right here and right now.

Well, you've made quite a mess, detective,

and it's going to take a fair amount

of cleaning up to fix it.

Ronnie, give Detective Corcoran and me some privacy.

You're wrong.

I didn't make any mess. Donovan did.

You know,

greed does funny things to people.

Donovan was a good man who...

just went bad, but that doesn't

absolve you from his killing.

This is the least of your problems.

I got enough in Donovan's files

to ruin all o' ya.

You know,

they told me you were a stubborn man,

yet, you came here prepared to make a deal.

What is it that you want?

First, Eva Heissen goes free,

all charges dropped.

Done.

Second,

Donovan's death's ruled a suicide.

You haven't heard?

Heard what?

General Donovan was killed cleaning his weapon,

accidental discharge, tragic loss

to the community, blah, blah, et cetera.

So the bastard gets a hero's funeral.

Donovan was just that,

a hero, for most of his life.

He choked the life out of an innocent woman,

among other sins.

Detective, are you missing what appears to be the obvious?

That, uh, nobody

will be prosecuted for his murder.

I don't know if I can accept Donovan being absolved.

Even if it deprives sixthwarders

of their belief that there's Robin Hoods

out there, fightin' for 'em?

I'm not done.

I'm not surprised.

You can build your aqueduct,

as long as it goes through someone else's neighborhood.

Where'd you have in mind?

I hear you live in Greenwich Village.

Sounds good to me.

Well, I suppose I've got some neighbors

I wouldn't miss, but,

I'm going to have to take that one upstairs.

You're a fixer.

I'll give you two days to fix it.

Listen, kid, don't overplay your hand.

Last thing--

I get to name Donovan's replacement.

You care to share with me who you've got in mind?

I'll get back to you on that.

We jump out and just start blastin'.

I catch this one jackass, the big one--

The big one, high up in the chest.

He goes down, Captain, like he got kicked

by a goddamn mule.

Oh, I wish I'd been able to see that.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

Before he hit the ground, he was dead.

- The big one? - Yeah, yeah.

That's the asshole who cut my toes off.

Come on, now, stubby, don't be looking for sympathy.

This goes on you, ya cheap bastard.

You lose a toe, you buy a drink--

them's the rules. - There goes my salary.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Eva Heissen! - The Queen!

Escape the gallows, she did!

Eva! The Queen returns!

Hey, Eva, where you going?

You all have fun.

I'll go up to sleep in my own bed, finally.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on!

Let her go. Let her go.

Here's to the new King of Five Points!

To the King!

King Corcoran.

King Kevin Corcoran. - Here's to ya.

Sounds good.

Jesus! Dr. Freeman in Eva's.

Come on, I got a drink for ya.

What's wrong, Matthew? What's wrong?

Lincoln's been shot.

What'd you say?

The president has been as--

The president has been assassinated.