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I'm engaged. To miss Mary Lockwood.

Josephina: Grindle kept a ledger, listed every woman

who needed her service and every man who paid for it.

How much?

Where is Annie?

I sent her away

to live with a family in California.

Hello, girl.

He's not my father.

[Sobbing] I'll behave! Please! No!

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[ humming ]

What are you humming?

Am I?

I had no idea.

Why, detective Corcoran, you seem...

Very pleasantly surprised?

I'm not.

I'm not surprised at all.

Come back over here and let me see

what I can do about that.

Bring me a glass.

A man finds himself in ironed sheets,

he needs a bit of crystal with his drink.

Propose a toast.

To Annie.

[ Chuckle ]

Where is she, again?

Kevin,

how many times must we go over this?

[ Laughs ]

Where in California?

Outside San Francisco,

with a respectable family,

in a home with ocean views,

views that would calm

the most agitated of spirits.

That seems far enough away, then.

Far enough away from Five Points?

Far enough away from the man

who took her innocence in the first place...

a farmer north of the city,

named Reilly.

He, uh,

he forced Annie to live as his wife,

all the while claiming to be her father.

Her father?

What's important is that she's safe.

With hope, happiness, following.

Morehouse: Pour me a drink.

Quickly.

Confederate agents

crossed the border from Canada

and raided the town of St. Albans, Vermont,

robbing banks, burning buildings.

One man is dead.

Take this telegram to my father,

given that he thinks

the war will never find its way to his door.

Yes, sir.

You should go up to Newport

or out to Hyde park.

The situation can't be that dire.

The telegram suggests

there are nested confederate spies

in Cincinnati, Baltimore, Philadelphia,

and New York.

If you think Lincoln cares about our city

any more than he does that town in Vermont,

I got a bar o' soap to sell you,

might have a gold coin in it.

[ Laughter ]

Abe's too busy with his big feet up,

lazing with his cronies in the parlor

of the White House, as his war takes

our fathers, sons, and brothers.

Good morning, Sybil. Detective.

Hear, hear!

We got rebels spies among us

who wish us harm.

I say, let's step up

and tell Mr. Lincoln this war needs

to stop, now!

Before his inaction causes the loss

of more New York lives.

Right. Well put.

Strong words, sir. Thank you, sir.

What's this, then, you spooked?

I'm not spooked.

Only, maybe it's time we take my sister up

on her offer, head out to Kentucky.

C'mere, c'mere.

I'll protect you.

[Scoff] Feels like you got something else

on your mind, besides protecting me.

Well, I can do two things at once.

[Scoff] That'll be the day.

[ Chuckling ]

Settle down, now, mister.

You stay where you are

and you shut yourself up,

you want to make it back to the city alive.

I only want to speak with Annie.

Hmm!

Now, you ain't on Fifth Avenue now.

I will involve the police.

Be my guest.

I'd like to tell them

what your husband did to her.

Hmm?

Mrs. Haverford, please, get in.

Come on, now, get up.

We welcome Mr. Kennedy, a representative

of the new coalition government up in Canada.

He's here to discuss strategies

to increase business opportunities and profits.

Mr. Kennedy.

[French accent] Thank you, mayor Gunther.

First, I would like to say that

we in Ottawa

are united in our deep sadness regarding

the events at St. Albans.

If there is anything that we can do

to ensure the security of your fine city,

then we are at your disposal.

Close the border.

Keep confederate spies from sneaking into America.

Close the border?

What, and restrict trade?

Obviously,

I don't advocate disrupting imports

and exports between our great nations, but,

for three years, your harbor has launched

union ships that have blockaded Southern ports,

successfully smothering the confederate economy.

By doing this, New York

has made itself a primary target.

Do you have any specific information regarding

rebs and Southern sympathizers

in our midst?

My son shares the views

of street-corner alarmists.

[ Laughter ]

New York is a pillar of business in North America.

It always has been, always will be,

and the business, at present, is war.

Even in divisive times, on this point,

all agree, north and South.

Still, you are some

of the wealthiest men in America,

y'all have the power to influence Washington.

A loosening of the blockade

would put your city at less risk.

A very peculiar accent, Mr. Kennedy.

I was born and raised in Trois-Rivières.

Ever heard of it?

No.

That's because no one

outside of Trois-Rivières would ever need to.

[ Laughter ]

[Childlike] Mary.

Mary.

I've got a surprise for you.

I've tickets to see

the smallest man in the world, at Barnum's.

Leave me.

What's the matter?

Leave me alone.

Who did this to you?

Who?

Can't you just let me be?

Every time I turn around, you're there.

For five minutes, just let me be!

Just... please!

I said, just let me be.

[ Sobbing ]

Hey, boy.

Why you running? Relax now, child.

You're all right.

You know miss Mary?

Yeah. She your teacher?

See something bad, did you?

He was beating her.

Mr. McLean.

McLean?

Jeremiah McLean?

Yeah.

Out of me way! Sim!

Where's your man McLean?

I don't know.

He always seems to wander off

when new stock comes in.

Tell him I want to see him.

I will, detective.

Do you want me to tell him why?

Yeah, to discuss

the proper way to treat a lady.

This is your nightstick.

It's for crooks.

Don't be using it on inoffensive citizens.

And, if you do, don't hit 'em in the head.

The insane asylum's full of skull fractures.

Yes, sir.

Now, little Byrnes, be sure to remember all

of detective O'Brien's teachings.

Don't want to be killing yourself

on account of some cussed fruit cake,

like your Uncle did, do you?

Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir.

You're in a playful mood.

How could I not be?

It's a beautiful fall day.

Just smell the air.

You smell of rosewater.

I know.

Well, don't that beat the Dutch.

Did Asa bring the mail from the station?

Ah. The laudanum should've arrived.

Not much I can do for Mr. Morgan,

except lessen the pain

when the end finally comes.

Well, he's lived a long, hard life.

You look peaked.

Oh, I'm fine.

Did you eat enough this morning?

I ate 'til I was full.

Hmm.

[ Vomits ]

Sara?

Sara?

Baby, okay. Okay. Okay.

[ Animals bleating ]

[ Gasping ]

You hungry?

If you say so, sir.

I brought you some bacon.

Thank you.

[ Gasp ]

Thank you, sir.

You can thank me after you're done.

Um, I can thank you before,

if you like.

I could show you some of the things

my fancy friends showed me.

[ Sniffle ]

[ Relieved sigh ]

Let's go, then.

Ahh!

Ah!

[ Both crying ]

[Sobbing] Ahhh!

[ Shuddering ]

[ Wailing ]

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Kevin.

Kevin!

[ Gasp ]

[Crying] Please don't kick me out.

I'm so tired.

I've been walking for miles.

Annie. Annie, how did you...? When did...?

No, no, no, don't touch me.

It's okay. It's okay.

[Haltingly] I killed Mr. Reilly.

Did he follow you to California?

He had me chained to his barn like a hound.

He... he did those things to me,

over and over.

I'm going to hang, Kevin! I'm going to hang!

No, no one's going to hang you.

No one's going to hang, child.

No one's going to hang.

I should've killed the man myself,

when I had the chance.

How... how did he find you?

[Sobbing] Mrs. Haverford

gave me to him.

[Sniffle] Hold me.

Hold me...

[ sobbing ]

I swear, I don't know

if I'm feverish or freezing.

Oh, please, tell me everything's

going to be all right, Kevin.

[ Sniffling ]

Even if it won't.

Even if it won't.

What's wrong with me?

Well, I did a thorough examination

while you were asleep and noticed

a little bleeding in your undergarments.

Well, now is not your time

and your breasts are a little swollen.

And, well...

Matthew, are you saying that I'm...?

Pregnant. Pregnant.

[ Chuckle ]

But how?

Well, I don't need to explain that, now, do I?

You know what I mean.

[ Laughs ]

Baby, I don't feel right.

Well, that's just morning sickness,

you know, that's... it's a saying, but,

you can feel lopsided any time of the day.

Sara,

you and I, we're going to have a child.

[ Laughter ]

McLean.

Detective Maguire.

I heard you stopped in earlier.

Just closing up.

Why'd you hit her?! Mary Lockwood.

Ain't your business, Maguire.

I don't need a copper to take care of my problems.

I got fists of my own!

She a problem to you, is she?

Sure as shit, she is!

Why'd you hit her?

Christ.

It's that goddamn ledger!

Her sister's.

She's got madame Grindle's ledger.

Ahh! Ah!

[ Panting ]

Mary Lockwood's been blackmailing me.

The hag's been blackmailing

all the men who paid Grindle for abortions.

Mary!

[ Pounding on door ]

Mary!

Mary!

[ Pounding ]

Open this goddamn door!

[ Whistling "Beautiful Dreamer" ]

Robert.

It's late, I know. I'm sorry.

Nonsense.

It's always a pleasure to be in your company.

Hmm.

Shall we sit?

No, your man's at work in there.

This matters requires a little privacy.

What's wrong?

I need you to speak with Kevin.

Concerning?

I lied to him.

[Laughing] People lie to him all the time.

He's quite used to it.

A fellow named Reilly came to me

and announced that he was Annie's father.

I allowed him to take the girl.

I see no trouble there.

I told Kevin that I'd sent her elsewhere,

to San Francisco.

I don't know why I lied, but the words

just came out of my mouth

and I couldn't pull them back.

Maybe I knew instinctively that I shouldn't have

permitted Reilly to take Annie with him.

Elizabeth... no, you don't see!

Reilly is not the man he claims to be.

I went upstate to try and retrieve her, but...

oh, Robert.

This time, the look in his eyes,

it was beastly.

You have to help me.

You must speak with Kevin.

You know him so well.

Well enough to know that

you must tell him yourself.

I'm not sure that I can.

You must, and soon.

Corky's like a mad dog...

the longer he chews on a bone,

the sharper his teeth get.

[ Urgent knocking ]

Elizabeth: Kevin?

Kevin?

Kevin?

[ Sigh ]

I don't have to tell you

how many bastards out there would rather

kill a copper than steal a dollar.

Andrew.

Sybil, meet... I was across the street

at Elek's butcher shop just moments ago.

Mrs. Reardon told me that Mrs. McDonagh told her that

there's a secret telegram from secretary of state seward

to mayor Gunther, warning of a rebel invasion of Manhattan.

If so, we're all going to die.

Hmm.

Andrew, I want you to find out the truth.

Well, how am I to do that?

The mayor and I don't drink in the same saloons.

Ahh!

You're a detective! Get up off your arse and start detecting.

Or don't come home.

[ Slam ]

Is she always like that?

Oh, yeah, pretty much.

Eva: One mine less of gum syrup

with half a pony glass of curaçao

poured over ice.

If you don't have any,

give the glass into the hands

of a coldhearted bitch like me.

Top it with a cherry.

That's where my girls come in.

You've transformed this place, Eva.

[Chuckling] Let me sit, darling.

I don't care how much French perfume

miss Pompadou used to spritz around,

that bitch still smelled

like the new Jersey swamp she was born in.

[ Laughter ]

To Eva, bringing a little gravitas

to our palace of pleasure.

Prost.

Here's to peace at home and peace abroad,

to love our wife and to love a broad.

[ Laughing ] [ Scoff ]

I'll drink to that.

Pascale,

ask our bartender to open Eva's

new book of cocktails randomly and,

whichever page he lands on,

have him mix three and bring them over.

Don't move. I'll be right back.

Mmm.

Ahh!

I haven't heard a toast like that

since I was south of the Mason-Dixon.

Ah, well, before public service,

I was in the cotton business.

I used to venture do to Atlanta quite often.

Sweet Atlanta,

a city close to my heart.

But, as you know,

Montreal does have the best cathouses.

One in particular.

To Robespierre's,

the finest brothel in all of North America!

Indeed! To Robespierre's.

Robespierre's!

Oh, the women of Robespierre's.

Every single one is queen of the may.

I couldn't agree more.

I swear, I once caught sight of God himself

in that place and he was smiling.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, I do miss Atlanta, though.

A fine city.

Before the war.

Now, the people, their spirit lost.

I don't blame the South for this.

[ Tapping leg ]

I blame that babbling ape in the White House.

Not-so-honest Abe Lincoln!

He's the one who cost me my leg.

Why don't we get some more girls over here?

No, the South

has just as much right to be free from the union

as the 13 colonies had to be free from England!

Oh, Lincoln clutches

to this... this phantom nation

that never existed and never will.

I say,

equal and separate.

[ Laughs ]

I told Mr. Morgan I'd give him a call.

I hope to not be more than a few hours, Sara.

Would you stop your worrying.

It's not as if I'll be moving furniture

while you're gone.

I'll try not to worry, but I can't promise.

[ Chuckle ]

How do you do, Asa?

Fine. Dr. Freeman, I've...

oh, just take that to Sara.

Got to run off. Give your mama my best.

Hello, Mrs. Freeman. Walk on.

How you do, Asa? What's this?

A white man in town made me take this

and told me to show it to all of our kind.

[ Gasp ]

The word's all over the Five Points...

a secret telegram warning

of the destruction of New York.

Ridiculous.

There's no truth to it, is there?

I can't comment on whether or not

such a telegram exists.

Wait, there is one?

Rest assured that the city fathers have

taken all these matters into consideration

and determined that there is no threat.

All right, but how do we know for sure?

Detective! Yours is not to reason why.

Yours is to shut up and get out.

Yes, sir.

Ahem.

This is what Asa brought this morning.

A man, a white man, was handing those out

to black folk, telling them

they'd better pass them around.

Asa said that the man told him

that those were a warning to go back.

Back where,

Matthew?

How can we bring a child into this?

There is a darkness in this world, Sara.

I won't deny that.

We, both of us,

we've been touched by it.

And I know that there are

times when I feel lost in it.

And in those times, I feel for us.

But this child, Sara,

our child will be a light,

it'll be a beacon,

burning that darkness away.

Are you sure?

As sure as I am that I love you.

Those scars on your chest.

I'm lucky, in a way.

One thing about losing a leg is

the enemy doesn't carry you

off the battlefield, into a prison.

They leave you to die.

[ Snore ]

There is no brothel named Robespierre

in Montreal.

[ Chuckle ]

[U. S. Southern accent] I was held

in a union prison

on Johnson's island, outside Sandusky.

Frostbite in the winter;

Scurvy, dysentery, all year.

There was no medicine,

no food.

We ate rats.

One time,

a guard's dog.

[Laughs] Tasted like mutton.

The fine people of Sandusky

would pay 10 cents

to be rowed across the Ohio river

to watch our sufferings.

I tried to escape, got hung up by my thumbs.

That's what the race traitor Lincoln

did to me,

to my family's good name.

A man's name is all he has.

How can I help you reclaim your own?

We have associates in Manhattan

that are waiting and ready.

If McClellan wins the presidential election,

then we retreat.

We've been assured

that he will recognize the confederacy.

But if Lincoln wins, New York will burn.

New York's burnt before.

She always comes back.

Not this time.

Would you like to see why?

This ain't bayou moonshine.

[ Chuckling ]

Look at that, a flame without a match.

Very impressive.

It'll cost, but, in a few days,

we'll have enough to burn Manhattan

from the Bowery to Washington Square.

[ Laughter ]

Put it out, boys.

Sorry about your carriage.

No need.

Noble cause.

And I'll blame it on my drink.

[ Chuckling ]

Let's go back inside.

I have a particular gin that has

a very similar effect on the throat.

[ Chuckling ]

Kevin,

where have you been?

Away.

I looked for you.

Which of the two is more expensive?

Well, that's a Thomas Cole.

I asked which is more expensive.

The nude.

Kevin...

and now, huh?! How much is it worth now?

Stop it!

And now?! How much is it worth?

Kevin, stop it!

I know what you did to Annie.

Let me explain.

You lied to me. To me.

If anything happens to Annie, I will cut you!

[ Panicked crying ]

Right across your voicebox,

and you can scream,

but no one's going to hear you.

You understand me?

Do you understand me?

Yes. Yes.

Do you?!

Ye-yes!

[ Raucous laughter, piano plays ]

I didn't think I would see much of you anymore.

Not with your new friend,

Mrs. Haverford.

Far from a friend.

[Sigh] She...

she gave Annie back to John Reilly.

Society women don't concern themselves

with a man's character.

All these ladies think about

are ribbons and feathers and bows.

She lied to me,

made me believe her.

She handed Annie over like a piece of meat,

bought and sold, traded and...

traded and stored.

I would've slit her throat.

You do know me well.

No. I got to get home.

[ Sigh ]

I don't want Annie alone there for the night.

Mrs. McDonagh is looking after her,

but she can't keep her eyes open past 8:00.

Do me a favor before you go?

Ask.

Your pal Maguire's here,

since late last night.

I locked him in one of the rooms.

He has been wallpapered nonstop,

howling for Molly.

Get him out.

Dry him out.

Then, I will come by tomorrow night

and show you how well I know you.

Putting one on, are we?

Aye.

Drowning the shamrock.

[ Glass breaks ]

Hey! This is a whorehouse.

People are trying to concentrate.

[Crying] Sometimes at night,

I stop by the cemetery

to talk to her,

to Molly.

[Haltingly] She do any talking back?

[ Scoff ]

Something's not right

about the way she died.

Not right at all.

Death is never right, Francis.

The losses are adding up.

I don't know how much more I can take.

First, Molly; Then, Mary.

Mary?

Mary's alive.

She's alive,

but she's dead, to me.

I'm a fool.

A damn fool.

She's...

[ chuckle ]

She ran off to England

with some other fella.

She did you a favor, then.

Look, there'll be other women.

Oh, I'm done.

Finished.

Saloons, whorehouses.

[ Scoff ]

I'm going to go to the church.

See if the lord!

Will finally accept me,

respect me!

And get me out of this godforsaken city.

Put your clothes on, clean yourself up,

lets go.

The carriage went up as if hit by a Cannon.

Greek fire.

I've seen it a few times,

but never enough to fill a jar like this.

Some say Nero used it to burn Rome.

Where'd you find this stuff?

Oh, part of a new business venture

I'm considering.

Oh!

That's some dangerous business, major.

How's that feel?

[Chuckle] Like I'm the soup.

[ Laughter ]

Why didn't you and your wife

have more than one child?

When did you start talking all the time?

Maggie was lucky to have you.

I know how she must've felt, being with you.

I love the dress.

Thank you, Corky.

Kevin?

Can I give you a kiss goodnight?

Leave the door open a crack, will you?

Makes me feel safe.

[ Eva giggles ]

[ Both moaning, panting ]

It's that girl,

[sniffle] Annie.

She has him possessed.

He's not himself.

Or maybe he is.

Elizabeth, you and I,

we read the same books,

we've seen the same operas,

we eat at the same restaurants.

He does not.

You know

how much I admire Kevin Corcoran,

but I led these men in war.

They act on impulse,

whether they're at their best or their worst.

I fear that I do as well.

Still...

I can't seem to calm my nerves.

I have... A cure.

[ Sniffle ]

Opium tincture,

a product derived

from the poppy flower.

A way to relax,

lessen your anxiety.

[ Sniff ]

All the right women are trying it.

What if Corcoran comes back?

Then I will be by your side.

Yes, you will, won't you?

You have my word.

And you are a man of your word, Robert.

Thank you.

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