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This lad here, number 7,
just up and disappeared,
same as the other sons, brothers, cousins...
all from Five Points.
Two dead, five missing.
I can't have a repeat killer
hunting my streets.
Two bodies.
Maybe the other five were kidnapped.
Even worse... a killer and a kidnapper.
Donovan,
you ever hear of Hydrargyri Chloridum?
I thought you were a copper, not a chemist.
There's a doctor
who helps me with cases, from time to time.
Now, McGrath,
this boy, was found face-down
in a pit of his own vomit.
This doctor found traces of Hydrargyri Chloridum
in that vomit.
The second body was the same...
vomit laced with the drug.
So either our neighborhood's
found itself a new addiction...
Or someone's poisoning our boys.
So you're saying you believe
that Michael McGrath is innocent
of his brother's murder?
Innocent and still missing.
With hope, alive.
And if these other kids were poisoned,
we need to figure out who they were with
and where they were drinking.
Let's not let the body count get any higher,
hmm, detective?
Kevin.
Where are Maggie's things?
Did Annie steal them?
Or did you?
You want this to be over,
but it will never
be over.
Ignore me, that's fine!
Maybe you can force Maggie
out of your life,
but you cannot force her out of mine!
You can't make me forget or forgive myself!
What did you do, Kevin?
Oh, God.
I didn't know what to do, Corky.
Your Ellen was acting all loony again.
Was that
your Maggie's?
Don't say nothin', child.
It's him! The rebel Kennedy!
There he is! Kennedy!
Come on, it's that bastard, Kennedy!
Come on, let's get him!
Rot in hell, Kennedy!
I hope they hang you, you bastard!
Get him!
Stay back!
Traitor!
Get out of here!
Robert!
Ahh, Robert.
Glad you're here.
You have to help me.
They're treating me like a savage.
I'm an innocent man being held on false charges.
You know this.
Tell 'em. They'll listen to ya!
You have been charged as a confederate spy,
yet you claim innocence?
I do.
You cannot possibly believe
that you're guiltless.
I was acting under confidential orders
from the highest of ranks.
Oh?
Misters William H. Seward
and Ulysses S. Grant ordered the attack.
They were the masterminds.
Kennedy, you are entirely insane.
Or quite crafty.
Now, I stopped by, not to converse,
but to inform you
that I intend to testify
at your trial and ensure that you hang!
Lock him up!
Name's Maguire.
Criminy.
Seamus.
Francis Maguire, himself.
Welcome to the druids.
The fake-cash gang.
The higher-ups, they prefer to call it
a "financial firm".
It's a far cry from your days at the precinct, eh?
What's the job?
Boodle carrier, same as me.
We take our firm's currency
to merchants around New York,
in exchange for the real thing...
say 100 of our bills for 5 genuine bank notes.
Those merchants give their customers
our reproductions as change
and their profits blow up.
It's brilliant, no?
And who runs the ship?
The manager oversees all this.
Above him is the forger.
The master,
he's a true artist,
goddamn Mona Lisa, the greenbacks he creates.
I thought the Mona Lisa was a painting,
not an artist.
I was just saying, the work he does...
how do we get paid?
When we bring back the merchants' clean cash,
we get a cut.
The druids?
They don't mess around.
Like to them, it's no matter.
A gun, a knife... they're not weapons,
they're just tools to get a job done.
When do I start?
You happen to know two brothers
by the name of McGrath?
Yeah, John and Michael. Yeah, they were in
a few days back, Wednesday past.
It was an odd night for the brothers, though.
How do you mean?
Well, when the boys belly up, they hold their own,
but they were both lightweights that night.
A couple of drinks, all was swell.
Then these two gents bought 'em a third round.
Halfway through their mugs, the McGraths
nearly dropped to the floor
and those two fellas had to help the boys home.
Disturbing
my staff, Corky?
I got two brothers,
one dead, one missing.
Growing more likely this was their last stop
before fate stepped in.
More than one man's spent his last night here.
Hardly men.
John and Michael McGrath?
Ha! The McGraths.
Admirers of the Creole girls.
They were last seen here Wednesday.
Did you happen to...?
Um, I was otherwise engaged that night.
Oh.
We talked with the mother,
but she's a lost soul.
The father, Brogan McGrath,
he's a queer one.
You ever hear the boys talk of him?
In passing. Far as I know,
I've never met the man myself.
They claim he disappeared
when they were small, said he headed west,
returned a few months ago,
just after the election, and,
when the boys asked him where he'd been,
the father said he was in on
the California gold rush.
The gold rush dried up a decade ago.
Well, the men in this town are not
necessarily known for their honesty.
The McGrath brothers ever say anything
about their dad being a soldier?
If he had been,
you'd think he would've told them about that glory,
instead of some tale about being off,
searching his pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.
Thanks, Richie.
Those clean?
Yes, ma'am. Let me see.
Check 'em again.
Fake bills are in full sway.
Okay.
What can I get ya?
Looking dapper in those duds, Maguire.
You present yourself as high king,
they see you as high king.
You said this was an uppercrust buyer.
Indeed, it is.
Tare an'ouns.
Nellis is using fake greenbacks?
Most everyone is.
Best goddamn bakery in New York. Hmm.
Let's forego the dance this time
and I'll just ask...
why?
We have built a lovely life here
in Carmansville.
I made a vow to Dr. Hegel
that I would help and heal those in need.
Without his presence in Five Points,
there will be a formidable void
and I can split my time treating the sick
between Carmansville and downtown.
Matthew,
you are a remarkable man
and doctor, but you cannot
physically run two practices by yourself
and I am not about
to go back to the depths of darkness
to assist you.
I am not asking you to come with me!
But I have made my decision.
I'm going to take over
Dr. Hegel's Five Points office.
All right, just over there.
Thank you.
Dr. Freeman! Dr. Freeman!
My young'uns are ill.
Their foreheads are afire.
We heard you were back. Praise the lord!
Come on in. Come on in.
All right, baby, just sit here now.
Yes, I'm back.
You can't remember one name,
one fella your boys had trouble with?
Nah, they were friends
with everyone.
No enemies,
no threats, no fights?
Nah.
When's your husband due back?
Hell if I care.
If I'm lucky, Brogan's wrapped
in the wheels of a rockaway carriage.
Christ, lady.
Mrs. McGrath,
I know you've had a rough ride recently,
but you should have a bit more respect
for your husband, after all he's been through.
What are you going on about?
Him serving his country in the union army,
same as I did.
You fell for that line of nonsense?
Ah, you know,
to hell with him,
to hell with this country, this city.
Nothing but a horror story
since the day we arrived.
Now, it's gone and taken away me family,
me sons.
A wee taste?
Maybe you should take a rest from the drink.
Swear to Christ, it's the only way
I can face not having me boys near to me.
Besides, I never had much
of a taste for it, 'til I ended up here.
My father used to say
"there's something to be said"
for being with someone and not feeling
"the need to talk all the time."
Breathe deep for me.
Hmm.
Just sitting together, or walking in silence.
When Kevin and I were first courting,
there was a kind of beauty to the silences,
but not anymore.
Our silences, now, are filled with blame,
with disgust, and distrust.
Ellen, I...
your focus is improving greatly.
Kevin sent away all of Maggie's belongings.
Her toys, her clothing, everything.
Ellen,
you are suffering greatly.
Both of you are suffering.
While you faced horrors here at home,
Kevin faced his own horrors
on the battlefield.
To watch his friends die,
to kill men whom he knew had families,
men not unlike him,
and to barely escape his own death
when he attempted to desert.
He hasn't told you?
When Kevin received word that Maggie had died
and that you had...
Disappeared,
he ran away from camp to find you,
to say goodbye to Maggie,
but he was caught, convicted,
and sentenced to execution.
And Kevin sat in chains,
waiting for death, talking of you
and your daughter and of the mistake
he'd made in leaving you here.
Major Morehouse used his influence
to get Kevin pardoned,
under the condition that he go back into battle,
all the while, knowing that his family
had fallen apart.
Brogan.
Detective Corcoran.
Out on the beat, huh?
Off-duty today. Would you believe it?
Could get used to this life,
maybe take an early retirement, huh?
Smoke?
Love one.
Just ran into one of the lads
from my old regiment.
Haven't seen him in over six months.
You know when you...
when you don't see someone
for a long while but, when you do,
seems like no time has passed?
Oh, sure.
You just pick up where you left off,
you know what I mean?
It's the same with me
and the fellas I served with.
Maybe it's because of the boys
taking Fort Fisher, but,
I've been reminiscing.
What would you say you missed most
about being in the army?
Oof. Tough question.
Certainly wasn't ducking bullets, eh?
If you asked me, I'd have to say
the camaraderie, you know?
Oh.
Bucking and gagging.
Oh, yes,
the bucking and gagging got us through
some tough times, to be sure.
Bucking and gagging.
What, you
like having a piece of wood
shoved in your mouth,
your whole body tied with planks and boards?
For days, you can't move,
can't talk.
That's what you miss about the union army,
military punishment, torture?!
Hey, I misunderstood! Bullshit!
Your wife was right... you're nothing but
a goddamn no-good, lying fraud!
Impersonate a soldier?
Sacrilege!
Your sons, your wife,
they deserve better than you. H!
Regarding the ceremony...
I don't understand what you're saying.
Sorry.
From the book of common prayer...
speak, pray, preach what you wish.
It's all the same to me.
Reverend.
You have made this dress disgusting!
What on earth
could be the cause of such commotion?!
She dares suggest
changing the pattern.
Sara, what was your suggestion?
Uh,
I thought that, perhaps,
we'd try the lacing
in the front,
from the collar to the hem.
Well, I quite love the idea.
Mrs. Haverford,
this is not a corset,
it is a wedding gown.
Yes, my wedding gown.
And it is your behavior I find quite disgusting.
Vous allez vous couvrir de honte,
pas moi.
Sara, your work is quite lovely.
This evening, Robert and I are hosting
Mr. Frederick Douglass, reformer and orator.
He'll be speaking in our music room.
Please attend.
I think you'll find him most captivating.
21, 22,
23, 24, 25.
There we are, now.
Your pile's only waist-high, Hurley.
The deal was 50 of yours for 500 of ours.
No, no, no, no.
25. It's always been 25.
'Tis not what I was informed.
Seamus?
That's not what we was informed.
I will pay only 25.
I always pay only 25.
That is final.
Aye.
Well, if you say it's final...
I guess it's final, then.
Hey, those aren't free.
You see, though,
the thing you got to remember
about tobacco...
Is it burns.
Aaah!
Aah!
Aaaaaaah!
Aah! Aah! Aaaaah!
If I come back from Chicago
with $1 million, say you'll marry me.
I will. You're the best.
I know.
Miss Heissen!
Looking ravishing.
That, I already know, General Donovan.
Enlighten me with something I don't.
Have you been introduced
to the table game Faro?
It's a steadfast money- winner for the house,
and I happen to know a most
trustworthy dealer who'd be honored
to run the bank for your establishment.
Let's discuss it further
in your office.
This gentleman here, mister, um...?
That's the George Becks.
Mr. Becks is
a performer on Broadway.
He's going to give you
a little acting lesson,
help you attracting the kidnappers.
Okay, but why me?
These kids, they were all the same type...
strong, 15 to 18 years old,
shitty households, and they're Irish.
But I'm 27.
You look 16 and you're Irish.
And, when I'm finished wrapping ya,
you'll at least appear to be strong.
Let's work on your performance.
Ahem!
Now, watch what I do
and repeat.
Now me mother's gone,
I'm an orphan.
I got no one.
Please buy me a drink, sir?
Now you try.
Okay.
Now that my mother's gone,
I'm an orphan.
Stop, stop.
What is that?
Um, acting?
No, it most certainly is not. Listen!
Now that me mother is gone,
I'm an orphan. Huh?
You try.
This time, with feeling.
Now that my mother is gone...
oh, my God, you're just deplorable.
If there is any threat today,
it is to the art of the theatre.
Once again.
Ahem!
Now that my mother is gone,
I am an orphan.
I have no one and no home. Please,
buy me a drink,
sir.
Edmund Kean is turning in his grave.
This amateur is beyond hopeless
and I'm wasting my time.
Good day.
I'll see you out, Mr. Becks.
Ahem.
Good.
Thanks.
I end as I began...
no war but an abolition war;
No peace but an abolition peace;
Liberty for all, chains for none!
A black man... a soldier in war,
a laborer in peace,
a voter at the South as well as at the north;
America his permanent home,
and all Americans
his fellow countrymen.
This, fellow citizens,
is my idea of the mission of the war.
If accomplished,
our glory of our nation will be complete.
Our peace will flow like a river
and our foundation
will be the everlasting rocks.
Mr. Douglass!
With the thirteenth amendment
in the hands of the state legislatures,
there is great hope that your speech
will be one remembered;
And your vision,
one realized.
Find Phinbar. Get him dressed.
We're heading to Eva's at half-9:00.
Phinbar!
You got a moment, detective?
Please tell me you're not here
to report a missing teenager.
Thank the lord, no, I'm not.
This afternoon, I stopped by your home
to give Ellen her regular checkup.
How's she doing?
Motor skills have improved.
Heart rate and lungs are normal, healthy.
Seems as if she'll make a full physical recovery.
How's she doing, Matthew?
Her head is clearer,
much clearer.
Full access to logic,
emotions, memories.
She spoke of your past
and your present, together,
Maggie's belongings?
I did what had to be done.
I'm not taking a side.
I'm only telling what we spoke
and I may have made a mistake
and I could've stopped talking, but I...
probably should have.
I went on and, now,
she knows of your effort to get home.
I didn't know
she was unaware of your desertion
and I'm sorry, Kevin.
It's not my story to tell.
Mr. Douglass, I am blessed
with a husband
who cares deeply for me,
as I do him,
but I want to live my own life
and I'm having
an impossible time reconciling my past.
For many years,
I retained the bitterness
from my days of captivity.
But slowly, over time,
I allowed myself to evolve,
out of necessity.
When the moment is right,
you will embrace the joy
of true freedom.
You will take an action
and then be able
to evolve.
The Herald is running the piece.
Two boys dead, several more missing...
that's a hell of a story.
I'll not let you charm or bully me
into burying it.
I like the fact that we're both
in the story business.
People come to me with stories all day...
widows who lack pensions, with children to feed;
Working men, unable to find gainful employ;
Immigrants, scared and alone
in a strange land.
It's my job,
my mission, as it were,
to find a happy ending to these stories.
Where was it that you
said you were from, again?
You know damn well where I'm from.
Oh, yes, Pawtucket.
I even happen to have a story
about a man from Pawtucket.
He's a good man,
a staunch protestant, even helps out
around the chancellery when the vicar is ill.
He has six adorable children
and a lovely wife.
Does this story have a point?
Every story has a point,
Mr. Coddington, because, you see,
this man from Pawtucket, he travels when he works
and, when he does, he enjoys an activity
for which he is not known locally
to be an aficionado.
What are you talking about?
Please,
drunk and out of town don't count, right?
I'll not be lectured on alcohol by an Irishman.
But this fascination, obsession,
for negro ladies of the night.
You scheming papist bastard!
No one's going to believe
a bunch of coal- skinned whores.
Oh, you're right.
You are right. Hmm.
Ah! Which is why...
I have the sworn affidavits
of six hotel managers
and over a dozen chambermaids.
That's unconscionable.
Now, I need your help
finding an end to this story.
Does the man from Pawtucket agree
not to run the article
on the dead and missing boys,
being that it needlessly inflames the public
and most likely tips off the perpetrator,
causing him to skip town,
never to be caught or convicted;
Or does the man from Pawtucket
awake one morning to read about
his predilections for negro flesh
in the pages of The Herald's competitors?
Happy ending, or sad?
You choose, Mr. Coddington.
Mr. O'Hearn.
♪ Oh, paddy dear
♪ and did you hear the news that's goin' round? ♪
♪ the shamrock is by law forbid ♪
Can I take you upstairs?
Yes.
♪ St. Patrick's day no more we'll keep ♪
♪ his colours can't be seen ♪
♪ for they passed a bloody law ♪
♪ against the wearing of the green ♪
♪ I spoke with napper tandy ♪
♪ and he took me by the hand ♪
♪ he said how's dear old Ireland ♪
♪ and how does she stand? ♪
♪ she's the most distressful country ♪
♪ that you have ever seen ♪
Now that my mama's gone,
I'm an orphan.
I got no one and no money.
Buy me a drink, would ya?
Piss off, ya wee scut.
♪ For they're hanging men and women ♪
♪ for the wearing of the green ♪
♪ so since the colour we must wear ♪
♪ is England's cruel red ♪
♪ let it remind us of the blood ♪
♪ that irishmen have shed ♪
Oh, I've not yet had the chance
to tell you...
I paid a visit
to Robert Cobb Kennedy.
And?
What did you say?
That I would testify to everything
I witnessed while in his company.
My words will ensure that he'll swing.
The man's mind was in shambles.
Or acting as if that's the case.
Elizabeth.
Sorry, Robert.
So very sorry.
What?
You have nothing to apologize for.
I don't know.
At times, I think
I should've stayed in England.
You don't know what you're saying.
You must be exhausted.
The drink and the opium
only exacerbate such tiredness.
You're still fairly new to its effects.
Rest on my shoulder.
It's foolish, really,
to believe oneself a hero,
to seek fame and ovation
by killing masses of innocent citizens.
Perhaps "fiendish vanity"
is a more appropriate phrase.
We'll be there, Elizabeth.
We'll be there on the day that he hangs.
♪ avenging and bright falls ♪
♪ the swift sword of Erin ♪
♪ on him who the brave sons ♪
♪ of usna betray'd
♪ for every fond eye
♪ he hath waken'd a tear in ♪
Beer.
♪ A drop from his heart-wounds ♪
Hey, mister.
♪ Shall weep o'er her blade ♪
Ahem.
Now that my mama's go, I'm an orphan.
I got no one,
no money.
Buy me a drink, would you, mister?
Here you go.
Thanks. Just one?
♪ Lie sleeping
♪ n Gore
♪ by the billows of war ♪
♪ which so often, high swelling ♪
♪ have wafted these heroes ♪
♪ to victory's shore
evening.
Seems your mug's about empty.
How about a drink, on me?
Sure, mister.
Beer.
10 cents for the 2 of 'em.
Thank you much.
From around these parts?
No.
How old are you, kid?
19.
Thanks. For you.
♪ Till vengeance is wreak'd ♪
O'Reilly! I've been looking for you!
Where's my money?!
Come on, boys. Oh, here it comes.
Here it comes!
Oh, no!
You don't want that.
Hit 'im! Yeah! Arr! Hit 'im!
Move!
Yeah! Yeah!
Come on! Come on! Come on.
Against the wall!
Who the hell are you?!
I'm a copper, you blowhard!
I'm just a fella grabbing a beer.
What's this about?
Oh, yeah? Get up!
It's about murder.
Two dead boys.
Hit 'im!
You goddamn thief!
Yeah!
The man's name is Tim Doman,
according to one of Eva's ladies.
Sullivan's got patrolmen searching the city over.
Doman'll be in irons by tomorrow.
We'll find those missing boys.
So what now?
Home. I'm going home.
We handpicked you,
weeks after becoming a widow.
I sat beside you,
in that lavish drawing room of yours, as you
agreed to lucrative Southern cotton contracts
in exchange for investing
nearly every cent you had left
in our plot,
all of it to preserve your pitiful dream
of remaining a member of that upper class
to which you so desperately cling!
My involvement was meant to bring peace
and, yes, I admit, increase my wealth.
Just tell me true...
do you intend to tell the authorities
of my involvement?
Well, that depends.
Oh, do you hear that?
It's like one of them goddamn seals
barking down at the docks.
Your epiglottis is inflamed...
the back of your throat...
and your lungs are congested.
That's why you're coughing in that way.
Am I dying?
No, you'll be fine.
You have what's called "croup".
I'm going to give you some thyme...
it's an herb.
Do you know how to make tea?
I'm Irish, ain't I?
Yes, you are.
Use these leaves
to make fresh tea three times a day.
Within a week, your cough will subside.
I, uh...
Oh, thanks, now.
But would you mind not telling anyone
that I saw a nigger?
I mean, a negro doctor.
Maggie's things...
you see,
if there's a problem, I act.
I try to fix it.
That's just the way I am.
But if, in trying to help, I hurt you,
then I'm... I'm sorry.
Sara! What are you...?
Did you travel all this way on your own?
No.
Mr. Monroe and his brother
kindly drove me in their carriage.
Sit.
You've only just opened this office
and, already, you spend all
of your time here, working.
You don't eat. You don't sleep.
This isn't healthy for you,
Matthew,
or for us.
To be honest,
I don't know where we are...
in life, in marriage,
in mourning.
It's time for me to
evolve.
I now know things about myself
that I've never known before.
We were to have a child
and I was to be a mother,
a strong mother,
but it wasn't the lord's will.
Instead,
I will be a strong wife,
a strong woman.
If this is where life has brought us, Matthew,
then I will accept and embrace it.
I want to help you help people
b-because
I want you.
♪ Ooh ooh
♪ ooh ooh ooh
♪ ooh ooh
♪ ooh
♪ ooh ooh
♪ the truth
♪ will ever hide
♪ Even though I tried
♪ they tried
♪ to take my pride
♪ but they only took
♪ my father from me
♪ They only took
♪ my father
♪ even though
♪ I cried
♪ even though I tried
♪ again
♪ God be with you
♪ Ireland
♪ God be with you
♪ Ireland
♪ sometimes I was
♪ afraid
♪ even though I prayed ♪
♪ I've lost my religion now ♪
♪ you took that, too, somehow ♪
♪ blood upon thy hands ♪
♪ blood upon thy hands
♪ again
♪ I have served my time ♪
♪ God be with you
♪ Ireland
the only way I'd ever trust a fellow like you is
if you took out one of your own.
You'll have to kill a copper.
So how did the McGrath boys end up dead?
Hit him again. Go.
I did what I thought was best.
For you. For our daughter.
And, yet, the house is empty.
How do I help you turn around and face it?
You don't.
Sara!
Congratulations on your wedding day,
Mrs. Haverford.
Any final words before we take the plunge?
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