All language subtitles for Copper S01E05 HDTV.XviD-AFG

Swing at my hands.
Whoo-whee!

That boy'd make
a great boxer.

No way you gonna
learn that boy

in the ways of such
a savage sport.

I hope you're
holding up.

As well
as I can be.

Good day.

Look at
Mrs. Haverford.

Corky seems... Smitten
with her, too.

That would be
a very bad move.

I don't really know
how to play the game.

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Get 'im, Jake!
Go on!

Come on, boys,
you can fight.

That's my boy,
Jake.

Let me see
your eyes.

You're fine.
Fight!

Come on, boys.

Come on, Jake!

Break it up!
Fight!

Corky,
let 'em fight!

This game's about money,
about wagers.

Hey!

Back up! Back up!

But for you and me,
boxing's also about

showing people
you ain't no child.

You ain't no boy,
Jasper.

You're Samson.

You're Joshua

at the battle
of Jericho.

I gave you a warning.
You do that again

and the fight's over.

Yes, Jake!
Yes, Jake!

Come on, Jake!

Ooh!

Yeah!

Dang!
Knocked out of time.

Irish Jake
McGinnis!

Future alderman
Jake McGinnis.

Corky! Drink!
Our man won.

Your man, major,
not mine.

Corwyn Roderick.

I thought we
incarcerated you.

My year was up
yesterday.

I've been told you
shot me brother Naomh

whilst he
was unarmed.

Well, you heard
wrong, Corwyn.

Your brother was killed
in the process

of robbing a bank,
gun in hand.

Now's I'm out,

you'd better be
showing me some respect.

Just one of my boys
is bigger

than all of your little
coppers, combined.

You put a hand
on me again,

you'll find yourself
gone to the grass,

just like
your brother.

Corcoran!

I'm going to
police you,

just like
you did Naomh.

Get 'im!

You're dead!

"Elizabeth Haverford
invites you"...

well, that's how
the announcement reads

as of now, but,
ideally, it would read.

"Mrs. Elizabeth
Haverford

"and the esteemed
Norbert Morehouse

"invite you
to join them

"at a gala
in the Morehouse home

"to raise funds for
the continued support

"of our 20th
colored regiment

in the grand army
of the Republic."

"The Morehouse home"?

Why, originally,
I had thought

to host the fundraiser
in my own home, but...

my home.

I imagined that a cohost
such as yourself,

a man of eminent social
standing, might make for

a more successful night
of philanthropy.

And your music room
is larger than mine.

Don't say "esteemed."

Perhaps if it read.

"Mr. Norbert Morehouse and
Mrs. Elizabeth Haverford",

with your name first.

Yes.

Yes, that flows
much better.

So you agree
to open your home

and help me host
the fundraiser?

Of course, my dear,
I fully support coloreds

taking up arms
for the union.

Father, you do realize
this is a fundraiser,

with donations from
you, not to you?

My son thinks
he knows me.

Have those invitations
printed immediately,

but do not invite
that salamander

William Backhouse
Aster.

Why, Mr. Morehouse,
the invitations

have already been
printed,

with your name first,
of course.

And I'm inviting
all the Asters.

And the winner is:

Elizabeth Haverford,
by a knockout.

Good afternoon,
gentlemen.

Fine-looking weapon,
Seamus.

I never seen
one of these.

That's because it's
a confederate gun.

Who'd you steal it
from, you crook?

I found it.

In a union general's
hotel room.

Fair play.

I'll accept
the gun.

Show your hand.

Pair of kings.

Full house,

queens over 4s.

Criminy!

Well, it serves you
right, for bluffing.

Another hand,
boys?

I'm mucked out.

Well, then, lick your
wounds and scamper home.

Eh, come on, Andrew,
you're my brother.

By marriage.

Lend me a bit
of cash, eh?

Ohh, keep dreaming.

I'm good for it.
I swear.

I happen to have a heap
of money coming my way.

And how would
a shirker like you

be coming into anything
but a heap of shite?!

Har har,
you smart aleck.

I'll have you know

that I am a part
of an enterprise.

I'm regretting
this already.

Good evening,
colonel.

Mrs. Haverford
is expecting you.

Come on in. You
must be exhausted.

Well, a ride

starting off
from Richmond

sure can leave
a man parched.

Well, let us partake
in some refreshment.

That'd be lovely.

Seamus begs me
to loan him money,

then goes
and cleans me out.

Why do I even bother
with that snake?

Because he's your wife's
brother, and,

if you don't, she'll
hammer your head.

Sybil or no, I'm getting
my goddamn money back,

even if I got to
steal it.

Shh!

What's this?

Tare a'nouns.

What?

Why would Seamus have
an invitation

from Norbert Morehouse
and Elizabeth Haverford

addressed to
Cornelius Vanderbilt?

And why is he
carrying a layout

of the Morehouses'
house?

Criminy, Andrew!

Look, I'm speaking
the truth, all right?

I don't know how

that invitation got
in my overcoat.

Who are you running
with, nowadays?

No one.

You were kicked out of the
Bowery boys, weren't you?

Still got all
my fingers, don't I?

I left them
of my own free will.

Been hearing
the Roderick gang's

taking any idiot
on the block.

Are you one of them
idiots, Seamus?

Thank you.

Ahem.

I thought
this deadbeat

promised your wife
he'd clean up his act.

Seamus did, swore
on the holy Bible

he'd follow the
straight and narrow,

in front of
father Burke, no less.

Sybil will not be happy. She'll
debone him like a mackerel.

Let's go tell her.

You're right. Batten
down the hatches.

A hurricane named
Sybil's a-coming.

No. No no no,
Andrew, don't.

Well, then you'd best
start talking, Seamus.

Okay. Okay.
Criminy.

Corwyn Roderick

got wind of
some hoity-toity

moneyraising party
for negroes.

He's looking
to hit it.

How's he
going to hit it?

I don't know.

Okay. Last summer,
I helped install

some radiators
at Mr. Morehouse's.

I told Roderick that I know
the layout, that's all.

Andrew!

I'd better go warn
Mrs. Haverford.

Hey, remember, Andrew,
we's family.

Let me go and I'll split
my earnings with you.

You're lucky I don't
split your head!

Corky,
watch your step.

Corwyn's still got it
in for you.

Don't worry.

I'll find a way
to reason with him.

Do animals have souls?

Never really
thought about it.

I've known
some men who don't.

We'd probably be
better off if

the world was nothing
but farm animals.

No squirrels?

Nah, we can do
without them.

Why, do you like
squirrels?

I like
the black ones.

They're always
by their lonesome.

What about...
Rabbits?

Rabbits on farms?

Giraffes.

Giraffes!

Never really
seen one.

Suppose they
could stick around.

If they stay out
of my way.

What about me?

Mary, I...

I ain't a good man.

Both of us have been
through horrors recently.

What if leaving
five points

is the answer?

And what, live
in central park?

My sister reaped
the benefits

of an evil trade.

She left me a goodly
amount of money.

Let's tour Europe,
just the two of us.

Come away with me,
Francis.

Your Molly's dead.

I'm here.

Ah, it's
magical, isn't it!?

Magic won't stop
the Roderick gang from

coming in here and holding
up your rich friends.

Oh!

Folks are going to
get killed, Elizabeth.

Mmm!

Kevin, you have got to
try one of these.

No, I don't want...

mmm! Go on.

Mmm.

Nothing good comes
from fear.

Well, nothing good

comes from denial,
either.

Don't be stupid!

I've spent a lifetime
obeying men

who speak to me
in that tone of voice.

I just wouldn't
wager a life

against some
fancy dessert.

But that's just me.

Enjoy your party,
Mrs. Haverford.

Push off!

Good, good.

Lord, I can't relax
with all this racket.

Training's good
for Jasper.

Gives him something
to focus on.

And Marcus, God knows
he's a lost soul.

They're forming
a healthy bond.

Hmm.

Like the bond
of dead soldiers

you saw
on the battlefield

or the bond
of Irish thugs

I saw during
the riots?

Just because we have lived
through violence,

does that mean
that we should learn

the best way
to be violent?

Capt Sullivan.

Well, if I'd known
a fine lady,

such as yourself,
would be in my office,

I'd have foregone
the afternoon cigar.

Do not concern yourself,
capt Sullivan.

I'm quite used
to men blowing smoke.

As you may be aware,

I am organizing
a gala this Friday.

I have secured
the finest foods,

the oldest wine,
the loveliest flowers,

and a viennese
string quartet.

The one item I have
forgotten to secure

is security.

Mm-hmm.

I've come to find
the men

at capt Sullivan's
6th precinct

are better
at distilling trouble

than any
union troops.

Well, thank you,
ma'am.

That's very nice
of you.

We charge two rates.

But this is
a charity event.

Well, that may be,
but my men aren't big

on giving away
their free time.

Hmm, that is
a shame.

Among those present
will be many

of New York's
leading families.

I have an invitation
here waiting for you.

The mayor will miss

the opportunity
of meeting you.

Did you say
Thursday night?

Friday.

Oh, Friday!

Well, Friday
happens to be

the one night of the week
my men work gratis.

Hmm.

You're
a lucky woman.

All widows are.

Well, I'll see you
at the gala, then.

I've just been measured
for a suit by R.H. Macy.

I think it will fit
the occasion well.

There is
one last item.

I'd very much like
det Corcoran

to be placed
in charge of security.

I'll rest easier,
knowing my guests and I

are placed in his
strong, capable hands.

Why don't we just
arrest the bastards

before the event
even starts?

If there's
a full out siege,

we won't have
enough men.

If we ain't got enough
men to stop a siege,

then how are we going to
have enough men

to make arrests?

The Roderick gang has
twice the numbers as us.

As long as we're dug in,
stick with the plan,

we'll have
the upper hand.

As requested by
Mrs. Haverford,

I'll be in here,
actually watching

the money, but there
ain't much we can do

to lock up this room
without turning

the whole damn house
into a prison.

We're going to need
a man here at the front,

a few patrolling
down the street,

and we'll need
another man

stationed
out the back.

Put it down,
Francis.

And a man up here,

acting
as our eyes.

If we see the
Roderick gang coming

and know where
they're coming from,

we can pick them off, just
like we did with his brother.

And if we make it through, how
are we gonna get the money out?

We race downtown...

mnh! On a cart.

The Morehouses' to the bank
is a good 2 Miles.

Once we reach Chatham, though,
that's O'Connell guard turf.

Damn shame to survive
the Roderick gang,

only to have the O'Connell
boys take us out.

We'll strike
a deal...

grant safe passage.

Francis, I'm going to
need you to speak

with smiling Hugh
O'Connell.

What am I to offer in
return for our own arses?

Big Tim McManus
and little Tim are

in the tombs.
We just let them go.

Just don't tell smiling
Hugh about the money.

Say that Corwyn's looking
to kill me that night.

Which ain't a lie.

So is that

a new hat?

Uh-huh.

Is it a present
or...

A purchase?

Present.

From?

Corky...
Andrew...

I'm engaged.

To miss Mary
Lockwood.

Engaged?

I love her.
She loves me.

And what of Molly?

I loved Molly.
But what am I to do?

Not all of us dwell
on the past.

Is that what
I'm doing?

How many times
have I been out there,

by your side,
searching for Ellen?

Don't say I'm
the one judging.

Francis... Francis,
you're in mourning.

You've wanted to get
married for a long time.

Just make sure
you're getting married

for the right reason.

These vows
are forever.

I know.
And I am.

This is love.

Well,
congratulations.

Francis, you don't
even know what love is.

And hell
if you do!

Your search!
That ain't for love.

It's fear!

It's bullheadedness.

Ellen always said
you were like

a carriage horse
wearing blinders.

When did she
say that?

You were gone
for four years.

You think
she turned mute?

And you... you ain't
got no right,

coming back here,

expecting everything
to be the same.

Go make your life!

Like I'm doing.

Would it help if I say
you're both wrong?

Andrew, you got
to Morehouse's,

2 hours early,
search the hired help.

Make sure none of them
are involved in the heist.

I got to go get fit
for an evening suit.

God forgive my clothes
ain't fancy enough

for this
goddamn ball.

Ah! Just the fellow
I'm looking for.

I'm in no mood,
sergeant.

I understand there's
a... a big do

at the Morehouses'
manse.

I'm joining your
security detail.

I don't need you.

I don't care.
I will be there.

See you Friday,
Boyo.

And right.

Right!

All right,
left hook.

Sorry, Mr. Marcus.
Sorry!

Okay.
It's okay.

Come on.

Come out.

No, you just keep
working, all right?

Work on that jab, all
right? Keep working.

Come on outside.

When Matthew
gets home.

Boy's happy
out there.

Love to show you
what he's got.

Come on out,
sugar.

I've got to start
the cooking.

You know, you're
the spitting image

of my daniela.

Your eyes.

She had
them same eyes.

Soulful.

Ever since I came
here, you've been

turning up
your nose at me.

Mnh-mnh,
only when you reek

of alcohol,
like now.

What is it,
you think you better?

Don't you touch me.

Don't you tell me
what to do.

I'm colored king
Freeman.

Ah!

Aah!

Open this door!

Open this goddamn
door right now!

Or I'll push it
right down!

I got a pistol
in here, Marcus,

and I'm aiming it
right at you.

You go away.

You get back
to work.

Go on!

Miss Freeman?

Boy, you want
some, huh?

Boy, I'm going to
teach you

some real shit now.

Want to go back
outside? Just say so.

Come on!

Come on,
goddamn it!

Sgt Byrnes.

I wasn't aware
you'd be joining us.

Well, sir, I realized
how important

this particular
job is.

I thought I should have
my own eyes present.

No drinking, then.

Aye, cap'n. Enjoy
the festivities.

Well, if you ask me,
it takes a real man

to marry
a strong woman.

Hey!

There'll be no ruckus
tonight, understood?

Aren't you the
debonair detective.

How is our till?

The money keeps
coming in.

None's come out.
So far.

Are you enjoying
yourself?

Are you?

Rich widows are
in rich demand.

But, no,
not quite yet.

Wonderful party.

Yes,
thank you for coming.

Oh, my cohost
arrives.

Try not to miss me
to much.

Aw, look at you!

Very pretty.

Who's prettier,

me or
Mrs. Haverford?

You both look
equally fine.

What about
inside us?

What do you mean?

Which of us is prettier
on the inside?

Oh, Annie,

Why don't you
go play

with the other
little girls?

There's nobody else
my age to talk to.

Only grown men.

Not a single one
of these highbrows

will talk to me.

Oh, they will hold
a big bash for negroes,

but me? They won't
even say "howdy do?"

At least you got
an invite.

Ha! I didn't.

I bought my way in.

I may be nothing
more than

an immigrant business
owner to them,

but my money's
worth the same.

You bought
your way in?

Sgt Byrnes was
most agreeable.

Useless bastard,
that man.

You look steamy,
Kevin.

Can't wait to pull those
clothes off you later.

Bonjer.

Bonjour.
Where'd you learn that?

At Contessa Pompadou's
brothel.

Would you like
to ask me to dance?

Miss Reilly,
may I have this dance?

Annie,
what are you doing?

I want to see
if your thing

is standing
at attention.

Child, you don't have to
be that way with me.

Because we're not
at Contessa Pompadou's?

What are you
talking about?

I never saw you
at the bordello.

You don't remember?

Is that because
you were...

what would Mrs. Haverford
call it?...

intoxicated?

You might not
remember me,

but I remember you.

Your stump?

Annie, don't lie.

Who do you
trust more,

Corky or
Elizabeth Haverford?

Admit you're lying.

I trust Corky, but he
won't listen to me.

He thinks I deserve
a childhood,

but I got no need
for one.

And it's too late,
anyway.

I'm a woman.

He trusts
Mrs. Haverford,

even though she's
no good for him.

Annie, what is
this about?

Mrs. Haverford
had a rendezvous

with a confederate
soldier.

Run along.

Turns out the mayor
has the influenza.

I'm going to go watch
the ratfights

over at
Kit Burns's.

Captain,
the Roderick gang

could turn up
at any moment.

Then don't
embarrass me.

Boy,

there's a lot
of money in there.

Samuel!
Is that you?

How fares Harvard?

Top rail,
Mr. Morehouse.

Excellent.

You know,
I do believe

Cynthia was
asking after you.

Oh.

Didn't realize
we were drawing down

on our guests,
Corky.

I thought he was one
of Roderick's gang.

His shoes look like
mine, for Christ's sake.

Just some youthful
rebellion,

privileged boys
dressing and speaking

as though they live
in Five Points.

You should be
flattered.

I think someone
needs to dance.

Yes, he does.

If your bank
will grant me a loan,

Mr. Granger,

I could expand
my business.

I found a lovely
townhouse on 22nd.

Yes, yes, you can apply
in person at my office

during normal
banking hours.

Oh ohh!

I would prefer
to apply now.

The money
would also help

some poor women
from New Orleans

who lost everything
in the war.

This new property would be
such a welcome place

for these lovely young
women to call home,

earn themselves
an income,

some independence.

This is not the
appropriate location

to discuss business.

We are in a mansion with
a labyrinth of chambers.

Surely, there will be
an empty room

where I could show you
the types of services

that could be
procured

if you grant
my loan.

Your dear charge,
Annie,

has warned me that
you're a turncoat,

in collusion with
Southern officers.

Oh, that gir

I sometimes wonder
if children are

the lord's way of giving
women gray hairs.

So I shouldn't report you
straight to Mr. Lincoln?

We're in the middle

of fundraising
season, Robert.

Young widows,
such as myself,

need causes for which
to campaign.

That Southern gentleman
with whom Annie

apparently saw me
is proposing that

we raise funds
for Southern civilians

ravaged by war.

Confederate troops
appropriate

all the medicine
and food

and that which they
don't confiscate,

union soldiers steal.

It's a crisis,

real human need.

One fundraiser

to train
more union troops,

another to aid
the South.

Mrs. Haverford,
I do believe

you're playing
both sides.

Oh, Robert,
in times of war,

only men choose sides.

Women just want
the ugliness to stop.

♪ well,
I spent all me tin ♪

♪ on the Lasses
drinking gin ♪

♪ all across
the Western ocean ♪

♪ I must wander

Shit!

Come on!

All right, stop
where you are.

Whoa!

Now! Or I'll blow
your goddamn head off!

Get down here.

All right,
open it up, boys.

It's just spuds,
sergeant.

There's nothing but a lot
of potatoes here, sarge.

Routine search.
Be on your way.

Walk on.

I'm going.

I'll find you in my bed
once you're done here?

Probably laid out
someplace.

Mrs. Haverford.

Miss Heissen, yes?

In the flesh.

Wonderful shindig.

The last song
of the evening.

Not a malfeasant
in sight.

Will you not
ask me to dance?

My leg's been
bugging me.

A slow song.

This young Romeo
is judge walling.

Your honor, meet
future alderman McGinnis.

How do you do?

What sort of things
do you do, judge?

Pleasure
to meet you.

You know, you're
supposed to look

at your partner
when you dance.

That's better.

You haven't enjoyed any
of tonight, have you?

I've been, uh,

smelling that smell
all night.

You know,
fresh flowers.

We don't get nothing
like that downtown.

Still, five points
has its charms.

Oh, yeah?

Like what?

The kind of man
it breeds.

Robert.

Roderick didn't attack
the Morehouses'.

He must've figured,
if we picked up Seamus,

we'd be expecting
a raid.

Which means they'll
come for us

as we go to deposit
the money.

Ah, shit,
we'll be ducks

in a carnival shooting
gallery.

Whoa, girl,
whoa, whoa.

Sara?

Marcus,
where's Sara?

She hid herself
in there.

Jasper went crazy.

Sara, I'm home.

Open the door.

Where's Jasper?

Ran off.

I tell you,
he went crazy.

Why did Sara
lock herself away?

I was simply trying
to get her outside.

I didn't mean
no harm.

A person grows crazy,
if they ain't

seen the sun in longer
than six days.

That's science!

Did you touch her,
grab her?

It's not like
I'm a white man.

Get out
of my house!

Oh!

This
ain't right!

Look at me!

You go find Jasper!

Sara, I know you been
through too much.

And you want to shut
the world out.

I understand that,
I do.

But, if you shut
the world out,

I got nowhere to go.

You got to
let me in, Sara.

Please let me in?

Where'd you g that?

Poker game.

A lemat

from Louisiana.

New gun,
new hat.

New life.

Jesus Christ!

Up there!

Oh!

Hyah!

Ahh!

Hy!

Let's get out
of here.

Whoa!

Whoa-Oa.

We'll take
the money.

We had a deal,
Hugh.

I got a better offer
from Corwyn Roderick.

50/50.

60/40, if I kill you,
too, detective.

But I told him
he's got to

settle
his own scores.

You're safe
on our turf.

Man of my word,
I am.

Where's the money?

We've been
hoodwinked.

You've been
hoodwinked.

And I've been
lied to,

by you,
you bastard!

Argh!

Ahh.

You could've looked
the other way,

just this once, hmm?

I was doing
my job, Sybil.

Seamus was going to
use that money

to buy a bar,
go honest.

Right.
And you, wounded.

Ohh!

Get your feet
off of there!

My shoes are
clean, Sybil.

Like hell they are.

Hey, rich boy!

Thought you might
enjoy some company.

You're alive.

So I guess all went
according to plan.

If we find corwyn
Roderick's body

come morning,
it will have.

The evening
was profitable?

Over $50,000.

Wait.
Where's the money?

Perhaps I'll start
using it as a flask.

I almost shot you.

Yeah, I know.

Let's go make
a bank deposit.

You first, major.

That leg has been
to hell and back.

Thank God for
morphine, then.

Yes, thank God.

You know, you could
get one of these.

Of course, the pain
doesn't go away.

I scheduled
the boxing match

between Irish Jake and
young Jasper Longfield.

I'd like you
to referee.

The Irish and blacks still
curse at each other and,

what, you want to put
on a public spectacle,

Jasper, a colored man,
fighting Irish Jake?

What happens
if the colored wins?

Best case: Irish mob
will kill Jasper.

Worst: You'll have
another full-scale riot.

Barely even a year.
Have you forgotten?

At your side,

I marched up
from gettysburg,

back into my city.

I was ordered to fire
on my own people.

And I did.

There will be
no murder, no riots.

Marcus Freeman
has promised me

that Jasper will take
a high dive.

Well, then, you sure
as hell don't need me.

You think you're the last
honorable man in New York.

But I know you,
Kevin.

I saw you in battle.

I saw you
during the riots.

When I was, uh,

first on morphine
for my leg,

it put me on this
spirit plane.

I saw this beautiful
ghost, but,

she hasn't
come back to me.

They never do.

What happens if...

if I die,

never knowing what
happened to Ellen

or who killed
my little girl?

Then you'll be dead.

Same as all of those
who have gone before you.

Same as all of us
who will follow.

None of it
will matter.

Not a bit.

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ah! You pulled
the wrong tooth!

What the hell's
the matter with you?!

How many dead bodies we got
laying about this morning?

Only one: A dentist
over on Duane.

I saw the way he
smacked you around.

Annie is a tortured
girl, monsignor.

Aah!

Your husband seemed
to like me just fine.

You can teach me
the things

I need to know,
miss Eva.

What the girl needs
is a mother and love,

not the kind she'll
get from whores.

Ain't no Irishman
who can hurt me.

If he beats McGinnis, you know
these fine people will riot.

Oh, Jesus.

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