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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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