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We, um, found a body
in Central Park.

Jeremiah McLean
killed Mary.

Christ, Francis!

Robert, the wagon!

What was Mr. Maguire
doing here?

Seeing Mrs. Maguire.

That's not her.

Remember me,

Ellen?

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♪ My sad heart strove

♪ to choose between

♪ the old love

♪ and the new love

♪ The old for her

♪ the new
that made me think ♪

♪ on Ireland dearly

Mrs. Corcoran,
open your mouth.

That's it.

Okay, okay.

Okay, now, get
some rest, hmm?

Two weeks and,
still,

she can't slur
together a sentence.

Kevin, the Earle House
kept her near-hypnotized

with Hydrargyri
Chloridum.

You can't counter
seven months

of a powerful drug
in only two weeks.

I need Ellen to talk
now, Matthew.

She will talk,
soon.

First, we have to
taper off

the need
for the drug.

That dose was the last I feel
appropriate to give her.

Kevin,

I must warn you...

even with treatment,

your wife's going to
suffer a great deal.

The withdrawal
symptoms...

I've seen it before.

The tombs, the war
hospital tents.

Matthew, there's work
I got to attend to.

I know what
you got to do.

I'll watch over her
'til this afternoon.

Hey, Corky?

Happy Thanksgiving.

Same to you,
Annie.

Go down to the docks,
relieve McCormack

and Lattimer
of their watch.

You two, the shacks
in Cow Bay.

Don't just knock, I want
you inside every one.

Andrew, any of our
men seen Maguire

come and go out of
his rooming house?

Nope.

His mother's?

The same...
no word.

Why don't you make
the rounds again

in case the others
missed something.

What?

Are you forgetting
that Maguire killed

Mary Lockwood
and Jeremiah McLean

and God knows
who else?

That he locked
my wife away

in a goddamn asylum
for seven months!

Calm down, Kevin.

No! Until I'm sitting
in front of him,

- getting answers...!
- Corky!

I know you
got to do this

and you know I'm
right here beside you.

We got word out to every
other precinct in town.

The reports keep
coming back the same...

Maguire's vanished.
The man's a ghost.

You know that
for a fact?

The only thing I know
for a fact is

I don't want to be
there if you find him.

It's not a matter
of if, Andrew.

Any word?

My girls,
the regulars...

no one
has seen him.

Shit.

Don't you think, by now,
that he's left the city?

No. I know Francis.
He's not a runner.

He's gone deep
inside himself.

Huh.

If you know him that
well, how come

he kept her hidden
from you for so long?

Rage won't
make sense

of what happened.

How is she?

She's as hard to find
as Francis is,

even though
she's sitting

right in front
of me.

By the grace of God,
she'll come back.

I never heard you
talk of God before.

Well, 'til now, I haven't
had any use for him.

I got to go.

Eva, my wife's
at home.

Eva,

my anger, it's...
it's not at you.

I came to ask
for your help.

If you would stop off
after your party,

sit beside her.

Everyone I know
has family.

You have
a hell of way

to make a woman feel
special, Corky.

Fine, I'll be there
in a few hours.

The reports
you mention are true.

I returned from
Richmond to discover

your city's, uh,
Southern sympathizers

have backed away
from our plot.

Disappointingly,

Mr. McMaster
among them.

Cowards.

Scared for
their political

and financial futures,
no doubt.

Doesn't matter.

I still have a small
contingent of soldiers

who will make another
attempt on New York.

Why not abandon
the plan?

For now.

Until we can ensure
that our plot

is foolproof.

In Richmond, I spoke
with President Davis.

He assured me a second
shipment of Greek Fire

could be en route to
Manhattan within hours.

Mr. Kennedy,

be reasonable.

We can't strike with
impact unless we have

the support of
the people of New York,

powerful people.

In time, their
reticence will fade.

And your reticence?

You question
my commitment?

What more
must I prove?

Your father,

he's one of
the most powerful

and wealthy people
in New York City.

And one of the
most apolitical.

Leave my father
out of this.

Forgive me.

My passions trump
my manners.

Mmm.

But you're right.
Ahem!

Let's meet again in,
say, two weeks' time?

Talk another
strategy.

Thanks
for the drink.

Oh, I'm debating where
to lay my head...

the Fifth Avenue hotel
or Lovejoy's.

Do you have
a preference?

The Fifth Avenue
is large, grand.

Lovejoy's?
Quaint and handsome.

Hmm, I'll look
into both,

see which one is
more, uh, relevant.

Good day.

A toast, to family
near and far.

Yes, yes, yes.

I left Europe
to come to this city,

this New York,
in search for

prosperity
and happiness.

And I know, in this,
I'm not alone.

My parents are
of old age.

My sisters,
I miss dearly.

We speak only
by letter

and I long to hear
their voices.

A piece of my heart
will remain

by their side
in Prussia.

But I have
a new family here,

both downtown
and uptown.

Hear, hear!

And, while I may be
a hellcat to work for...

Oh!

I thank you all
for helping me find

the prosperity
and happiness

I was seeking.

Auf ihre gesundheit.

And let us remember
dear Molly.

Oh.
Aye.

Of course.

To Molly, whose end
came too soon.

- To Molly.
- Sweet Molly.

Such a lady.

Good morning,
Detective.

Yes, sir,
she's home.

I was thinking
he might come round

today,
being the holiday.

And I the same.

He still hasn't made
any contact?

No. Two weeks
is a lot of time

for a mother
to imagine

what might've
happened to her son.

So I sit here,
praying.

That's good,
Mrs. Maguire.

You must keep
to your faith.

We will find Francis.

I'll see to it that
he's taken care of.

You're a good
friend, Kevin.

An economic
revolution.

Look at Henry Bessemer
and his

pioneering method
to mass-produce steel.

The man,
and his investors,

could earn
a vast fortune,

yet our president's
ham-handed...

yes, father, we know that
you don't like Lincoln,

but he can't be held
singularly responsible

for every penny that
falls through your grasp!

I apologize.
You are a guest

and I'm sure our
political ramblings

have you watching
the clock.

On the contrary,
I thoroughly enjoy

the passion
you both bring

to your differing
opinion.

May I present
Messieurs Edwin,

Junius Brutus, and
John Wilkes Booth.

Gentlemen!

Edwin,
a pleasure.

My son, Robert.

And I believe
you already know

the lovely
Elizabeth Haverford.

Well, it's a pleasure
to see you again, madame.

And you as well.

I must say the idea
still thrills me:

All three
Booth brothers

onstage
at the same time...

"Julius Caesar"
at the Winter Garden.

Half of New York is
clamoring for tickets.

We are pleased
to hear that word of

our little performance
has spread.

And kindly accept our
gratitude for that.

Elizabeth has
worked very hard...

Mrs. Haverford, you
are even more radiant

than the last time
that we met.

Please,
call me Elizabeth.

"Sweet beauty
hath no name".

Two weeks.

For two goddamn
weeks, you've had

half my goddamn force
on the goddamn beat,

working for your
goddamn sorry ass!

This is Five Points,
Corky.

We've got more important
crimes to investigate

than some missing,

one-eyed,
drunkard detective.

Now, I don't care

how close you are
to this case.

Enough is
goddamn enough.

You understand me?

No, sir.

No?

No?

You really are
a dumb son of a...

You listen to me, you
smarmy piece of shit!

The sign on the door
may say "Captain",

but it's been a long
time since you were

in charge
of this precinct.

These here?
They're my men

and they'd sooner
follow me into hell,

before saving
your hide,

so they're going to
stay on the beat

until we find
Francis Maguire.

Understand me?

Sweet lord, Sara,
who do you plan

on feeding, all of
Carmansville?

I invited
the Monroes over.

With Eli gone,

I thought Adrienne
and the children

might want to spend the
holiday with friends.

Mmm! They're in
for quite a feast.

How are you
feeling?

Well enough
to get around.

Well enough to cook.

Just don't tire
yourself out.

Keep your smile.

How is Corcoran's
wife?

Addiction
is a torture.

And withdrawal
is worse,

for both the patient
and those close around.

Ellen will recover,
but whether

she'll ever be
who she was?

I don't have
the heart

to tell Kevin
that I don't know.

At least, not yet.

You're wrong.
You are wrong.

Lincoln's ruthless
brutality has done nothing

but strengthen the
Confederacy's resolve.

Surely not.
With the thrashing

General Sherman
gave Atlanta?

It's only a matter
of time

before the Rebs
surrender.

Defeat comes
in many forms.

Brothers, let us
keep our graces.

Lincoln will fall
and, when he does,

Shakespeare's words
will echo from the stage

of the Winter Garden theatre
throughout the world:

"Liberty! Freedom!

Tyranny is dead!"

You overenunciate,
Johnny.

Let us take a break
from talking war

and, instead, speak
of celebration...

your fundraiser.

Yes, Edwin is
to play Brutus;

John Wilkes,
Marc Antony;

and I shall play
Cassius.

A performance
to be remembered.

I sincerely apologize,
but I must excuse myself.

An unexpected, urgent
business matter has arisen.

But, please, enjoy
these fine cigars,

newly imported
from England...

Weenan, Cohen & co.

Robert
and Mrs. Haverford

will take good care
of you.

Excuse me,
gentlemen.

Father,

what could possibly
be so important

to leave before
our guests?

As I said,
an unexpected...

Yes, a business
matter.

But there's
a code of conduct.

You taught me that.

And, yet, you leave
your own dinner party

and, of all people,
the Booth brothers.

Robert, if you wish
to discuss conduct,

when I return,
we can speak of

your seemingly
infinite intoxication.

Kevin?

Yeah?

Why can't we have
a turkey,

a real
Thanksgiving?

This is as thankful
as I feel.

Can I say
a prayer?

If you choose.

Dear lord, thank you
for having Corky

let me stay at his house
and treat me kindly

and bless his wife,
who is sickly right now,

and help her
get well soon.

Amen.

You're
a good child.

Have you

had a nice holiday,
Mr. Morehouse?

Do not
waste my time

with balderdash,
Mr. Kennedy.

"Should you not arrive
within the hour,

your crimes
will be exposed."

Gunther may be mayor
of New York,

but there are
no happenings

within this city
which I'm not aware of.

Word of
your ambitions

crossed my desk
weeks ago.

You speak of
criminal activities.

I know
who you are.

And, yet,

you did not act
to stop me.

Tell me
why I'm here.

Well, you say
you know who I am.

You know I work
secret service

for the Confederate
States of America.

I have no intention
of exposing you.

Then you're
a better man than I.

I see you've made
a bundle of money,

supplying weaponry
to Confederate troops.

Victory is victory,
whether Confederate

or Union,
and profit is profit.

I have
an agreement

with Senator Foote
of Tennessee.

Yes, well,
Mr. Henry Foote

has been relieved
of his post.

Hadn't yet heard?
Just yesterday.

He and president Davis
had a falling out.

Now, I have the former
Senator's documents,

the trade permits.

This agreement

you refer to,
it's quite extensive.

There's
a paper trail

from New York
to Tampa Bay

and I tell you,
smuggling contraband,

aiding and abetting
the enemy...

that behavior could land
a man in a Union prison.

I could ruin you
tomorrow.

What do you want
from me?

Cooperation...

logistics,
intelligence,

and money.

Quickly.

You help us, your aid
to the Confederate army

will remain
confidential and...

You preserve
the Morehouse name.

Should you
walk away,

the dynasty you worked
so hard to build

will disappear into
history's black void.

So what is
your wish?

I wish I'd had you
working for me

years ago.

Glorious.

There is
one other item

that I wish
to discuss...

your son,
Robert.

You know,
I've listened

to this song
every day.

I'd gone to
Fauvell's jewelry,

bought the locket,
had it engraved.

The letters e and c
on its face.

E and c, e and c,
my locket!

Yes, Ellen,
the locket.

Annie! Annie,
I need you!

Annie!

Her legs.
Grab her legs.

Should I get
the medicine?

No, just hold on,
child, it'll pass.

It'll pass.

That... that...
that woman!

That woman?

What woman,
darling?

That woman, she made...
she made us pay.

Time ticking.

Clock. Watch.

Ellen?
Pay for what?

A locket
for a life.

You didn't think
I would come.

Did I say that?

Where is she?

She is in bed.

Upstairs.

I remember the way
to your bedroom, Corky.

Eva, I...

Go on about
your business.

I'll keep an eye
on her.

Annie will help me.
Won't you?

Father.

I hope all is well

in the land of
"urgent business."

The consolidated
coal company.

You left your
dinner party early

to discuss
a conglomerate which

won't be announced
for another three weeks?

You're educated about
consolidated coal.

A venture of Mr. Robert
Cobb Kennedy's, yes?

He mentioned it
to me

before leaving
for Richmond,

said he was looking
for more investors.

I guess
he found one.

There was infighting
over shares and...

truly, this is none of
your concern, Robert.

Well, if the matter
has you worried,

there must be
some trouble.

Let me help.

No, I have it
under control.

Kennedy asked me
today about hotels.

Where did he find
accommodations?

How am I to know?!

You just met
with him.

Yes, of course.

Lovejoy's,
I believe.

It was all
rather hastened.

Now, if you'll
excuse me.

Father.

Yes, Robert.

I don't
believe you.

You don't
believe what?

Forgive me.

The drink.
I misspoke.

Thank you.

Maggie!

You've grown
so much.

Your hair,
it's long,

it's...
it's beautiful.

This is not Maggie.

This is Annie.

She's a friend
of your husband's.

Oh.

I...

Here.

I apologize.
My mind.

Are you hungry?
I made some broth.

It might help you
to feel better.

Thank you.

Um, let me
help you.

What's your name?

Here, sip.

I told you to leave
my father alone.

Well, why
don't you come in?

You assume
too much.

Your father's
a businessman,

same as me.

It was just
a little discussion.

I've never seen father
frazzled, never,

but when he returned
home from your meeting,

he could hardly string
together a sentence.

Your letter sent him
running for the door.

What did it say?

Did you tell him

about my involvement
in our plan?

Robert, I told you
it was business

and it was...
Consolidated Coal's...

Stop there.

Over the past month,
if I've learned anything

about you, it's that
you say one thing

and often
mean another.

It's charming,
at times, but not now.

Never have been
a very good liar.

In fact,
I was threatening

your father.

You had withdrawn
from the plot.

I said
we should delay.

Well, you call it
what you want.

Richmond had given me
some entertaining

intelligence on
Norbert Morehouse,

intelligence I used
against him.

Tell me.

No, but you saw
the aftermath.

Use your
imagination.

You couldn't wait
two weeks?

Time's against us.

A Morehouse dollar is
a Morehouse dollar,

whether yours
or your father's.

I admire your
spirit, Kennedy.

And, honestly,
it was fun

to see father
unnerved.

To hell with
the high-society

Northern cowards.

Leave my father out

and I'll rejoin
this moment.

Got yourself
a deal.

Let the Confederate
apocalypse

befall
New York City.

What's the plan?

Going to be

at Spotten Devil Creek
tomorrow at sunrise.

We're going to
need funding.

Of course.

Ohh.

Ah!

The locket Madame Grindle
pawned...

e and c entwined
together.

Yeah,
weeks ago.

I spoke the truth!

Is that so?

Aah! Ah!

I believed you then

because I needed
to believe, but now?

Now, you're lying.

Talk now or enjoy
the darkness.

It was
your partner,

the one
with the eye.

He paid me
to lie.

He never told me
his reasons.

Where is he now?
Where's he hiding?

I haven't seen him since
you were in my shop.

I promise you.
I'm speaking the truth!

Please!
Adonai.

Who the hell
is Adonai?

It is God.

God?

Yeah.

God.

You haven't
uttered a word.

It's like
I'm not even here.

I'm sorry. My mind
is... Cluttered.

Come and sit down
next to me.

Elizabeth.

Yes, Robert.

Have you forgiven
Kevin?

Why do you ask?

Orange County,
Virginia; May.

Beautiful
spring day.

Flowers,
green on the trees.

My leg held
a .58- caliber ball.

If you'd have told me
that I owed my life

to a runaway slave

and some Mick
Irish immigrant...

what on earth
are you talking about?

At times, I feel
as though Corky's

the only person
I can trust.

If ever you
can trust anyone,

know it is me.

Trust me,
Robert.

Kevin!

You could've
come in.

Francis Maguire.

Yes, your
missing friend.

Hmm, I've been
thinking back,

years ago,
when he arrived,

another Irish lad
my age

in the neighborhood.

His dad died, crossing
the Atlantic;

and his mum,
Coreen,

she and him
were destitute.

And you?
You took 'em in,

'til Francis
found work,

got 'em back up
on their feet.

Francis was
a gentle child.

Before he disappeared,
he said

no more saloons,
no more tarts.

Now, he's headed
to find God.

I spent many
a night

wondering what
he meant by that,

but now
I'm thinking,

if he's going to
search,

the first place he'd
go to is back to you.

I have neither seen
nor heard

from Francis Maguire.

Since I was
a child,

I trusted you...

as a priest,
as a man.

But now?

I don't
believe you.

It is not in
my character to lie.

Francis comes
to see you.

He does not.

To confess,
to beg forgiveness.

He does not.

You looked after
Maguire before

and you're
doing so again.

And why are you
hunting him?

If Francis comes
to church,

it's because he needs
God's help, not yours!

I'm not out
to help him!

Mother of God! Would
you stop this shite?

When you're acting
like this, you're blind.

Please, Father Burke,
I will ask once more.

Has Francis Maguire been
hiding in your church?

I'm not lying
to you, Kevin.

I have had no contact
with Francis Maguire.

But... I...

I did find this

this morning.

That's his badge.

Is he there
right now?

No.

When does
Francis come?

If it is him,
he comes

in the evening,
when I'm in bed.

He's gone
in the morning.

Where he goes in between,
I have no idea.

He goes back
to hell.

You wouldn't
kill me, Kevin!

Father Burke,
I truly don't know.

You going to
kill me?

I've yet
to decide.

Oh...

here,

you misplaced this.

Or you wanted it
to be found.

Either way.

Churches are the only
places in Five Points

that are unlocked
day and night.

Even the taverns
close, eventually.

I guess that means
a man can go

without a drink
for a few hours, but...

Not without
the chance to repent.

Me? Me?

I haven't been
to a proper mass

since before
the war.

But if you're Irish

and Catholic,

the teachings are
in your head,

inside you
forever, right?

Confession, penance,

the grand
reconciliation

between man
and God.

Chat with Father Burke,
say a few hail Marys,

and you're free.

That's what they
taught us.

Indeed, it is.

Indeed, it is.

Now,

I ain't no holy man,

but I think

I think it's time you
confessed, Francis.

Here and now,
in front of God.

You bedded
my wife,

you murdered
my little girl.

You know what?

You know what?

I've decided.

Tell me the truth,

or I will take you
outside and bury you

next to my blessed
daughter.

One soul in heaven,
one in hell.

The truth it is,
then.

I did, Kevin,

I shared a bed
with your Ellen.

A bed left empty
because you left.

I was needed
in the war!

You were needed
at home!

A home
you abandoned.

And you returned
during the riots,

you gave Ellen hope that
she's got her husband back.

But, no, Kevin Corcoran,
the war hero,

heads off onto
the battlefield again.

You talk of hell,
Corky?

Look around.

This is
Five Points,

the closest place
to hell on earth,

and you left your wife
and your daughter

here alone, twice,
voluntarily.

At times, we didn't know
if you were alive

or lying dead
in some creek.

I did what a man
needed to do...

took care
of your family.

No,

you betrayed a man
you called a friend!

You step in,
play the husband,

then you bed my wife,
make her pregnant,

and then take her to
the abortion doctor!

How does that get you
into heaven, Francis?

Don't be acting
high and mighty.

You got no problem
sticking your dick in Eva

while you're searching
for your one true love.

Oh, shut up!

Look at us.

We ain't that
different, Corky.

We've both made
mistakes.

Yes, Ellen
got pregnant

and she panicked.

We panicked.

Because you're
my Mo Dluthchara...

brother in life.

I couldn't have
a child with your wife.

We went to Grindle,
begged for help.

Neither of us had
any money

and the days
were passing.

So we paid that woman
with Ellen's locket

and I've been lying
to you, every day.

Each time you stood
in the precinct,

asking if anyone
had seen that locket,

each time you
stayed up late,

searching the docks
for McClaugherty,

my silence
was my lie.

And my Maggie?

I'll never tell.

I made a promise.

Tare an'ouns,
Corky.

If the choice
is death

or living
with the guilt,

kill me now,

'cause I ain't got
the courage

to do it myself.

You live
with your guilt.

It's what
you deserve.

Out.
The both of you.

Now! I said
get out of here!

Did you kill
our Maggie?

I was going to
kill Francis.

I was going to
kill him.

I was.

But he said
he swore an oath

that he'd
never break,

whether I took
his life or not,

and I could see the
loyalty in his eyes,

the love.

For you, Ellen.

You killed
my little girl!

No! No! No!

Yes, you did!
Say it! Say it aloud!

No! No!
Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop the noise.
Stop the noise.

Stop the noise.
Stop it! Stop! Stop!

What noise?
What noise?!

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Stop.

What do you hear,
Ellen?

Crying.

Crying. A knock.
It echoes.

Endlessly, the crying
and the knock.

Who's crying?

Who's knocking?

Ellen, I can stop
the noise,

I can make
the crying go away,

but you've got to
talk to me.

Tell me,

when did
the noise start?

When... when
Francis, when...

when he took me...

To Madame Grindle's.

I watched what
she did to me.

I saw the blood,
pieces of flesh.

I heard
the baby cry.

But that's
not possible.

Francis said
it's not possible.

And I know,

but I still hear
the cry.

And who's knocking?

What,
is it Maggie?

I don't know.
Yes, you do.

I'm... I was sick.
I'm still sick!

Say yes
or say no!

I don't want to!

I don't give a damn!
You tell me! Tell me now!

Aah! Yes! Yes!
Maggie's knocking.

The bedroom.

She...
she walked in.

Francis and I were
lying together.

She saw us.

She started to cry,
she...

Called out for you,
her father.

The crying
became a roar.

The room spun.
I couldn't see.

I could only hear
the crying.

I reached
for the noise,

for... for Maggie.

I tried to pull her
to me, to quiet her,

but she fought.

The crying
got louder.

I pushed it away,
the crying,

but it wasn't crying,
it was Maggie.

And back-backwards,
she fell backwards.

Her little head,
the doorframe,

the knock.

I... I killed
my own daughter.

I killed my own
daughter.

Our Maggie.

Our Maggie.

I wish it were me,
instead of her.

I wish I was dead
and she was here,

in your arms,

smiling.

I wish I'd never
gone to war,

never left the two
of you alone,

never killed
the men I've killed.

When I heard that
Maggie had died,

I scoured the city,
followed every clue,

and you were hidden
in plain sight.

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