[Sighs]
[Coughs]
[Clears throat]
[Inhales, exhales deeply]
I can't sleep.
[Exhales sharply]
I, uh...
I hope you don't mind us, uh...
laying out tonight here, sir.
[Clears throat]
Whatever takes your fancy, my young friend.
[Inhales, exhales deeply]
Is it your, uh... shoulder that's keeping you up?
No, I don't never sleep too much.
I have to sleep with one eye open.
And I only got one eye, right?
Hmm.
How old are you, Amsterdam?
[Sighs]
Uh...
I'm not too sure.
I never did figure it.
I'm 47.
47 years old.
You know how I stayed alive this long?
All these years?
Fear.
The spectacle of fearsome acts.
Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands.
He offends me, I cut out his tongue.
He rises against me,
I cut off his head, stick it on a pike...
raise it high up so all on the streets can see.
That's what preserves the order of things.
Fear.
That one tonight... who was he?
A nobody.
A coward.
What an ignominious end that would have been.
I killed the last honorable man 15 years ago.
Since then, it's...
You've seen his portrait downstairs?
Mm-hmm.
Is your mouth all glued up with cunny juice?
I asked you a question.
I said I seen it, sir.
[Chuckles]
Oh, you got a murderous rage in you, and I like it.
It's life boiling up inside of you.
It's good.
The Priest and me, we lived by the same principles.
It was only faith divided us.
He give me this, you know.
That was the finest beating I ever took.
My face was pulp, my guts was pierced,
and my ribs was all mashed up.
[Sighs]
And when he came to finish me...
...I couldn't look him in the eye.
He spared me because...
he wanted me to live in shame.
This was a great man.
A great man.
So I cut out the eye that looked away.
Sent it to him wrapped in blue paper.
I would have cut 'em both out if I could have fought him blind.
Then I rose back up again with a full heart
and buried him in his own blood.
Well done.
He was the only man I ever killed worth remembering.
[Inhales deeply]
[Exhales deeply]
I never had a son.
Civilization is crumbling.
[Groans]
[Sighs]
[Smooches]
God bless you.
[Door closes]
[Sniffles]
If you got anything to say...
now is the time to say it.
Who is he to you, Jenny?
I was 12 years old.
My mother was dead, I was living in a doorway.
He took me in, took care of me...
...in his own way.
After they cut out the baby...
Well, he doesn't fancy girls that scarred up.
[Inhales deeply]
You should know... in your own mind
that he never laid a hand on me until I asked him to.
[Sniffles]
[Exhales slowly]
Who are you?
[Thud]
[Thud, thud]
[Thud, thud, thud]
[Up-tempo Oriental music plays]
BARNUM: Gentlemen, fine gentlemen,
you are most welcome
to this palace of wonder and enchantment
with visions to rival
the finest imaginings of Scheherazade
and her tales from the perfumed nights of Arabia
will greet your famished eyes!
[Music continues]
[Man speaking indistinctly]
What am I bid for this flaxen-haired Teutonic beauty?
Feast your eyes on the magnificent plumage
of these exotic creatures.
Gentlemen, you've seen our caged birds.
Well, how'd you like to make them sing?
Let me see the color of your money,
and they could be singing for you!
[Shrieks]
No! Oh, no!
No! No!
AMSTERDAM: May God put the steel
of the Holy Spirit in my spine...
...and the love of the Blessed Virgin in my heart.
Amen.
Easy, now.
What did you say?
He's not who he says he is.
He's not who he says he is?
What am I bid? What am I bid?
Count your blessings he considers you a friend.
The only thing he considers, Bill,
every day and every night, is how best to kill you.
[Gasps]
You've got a loose tongue in that head of yours.
You want me to take it out for you, huh?!
I'll bury it right up your fundament, where it belongs.
I can read right through you.
You're empty.
His name is Vallon!
Don't do it, Bill.
His name's Vallon.
[Breathing heavily]
[Slow Oriental music plays]
[Woman singing in Chinese]
A curious people, these Celestials.
MAN: Don't touch...
You know why he wears short sleeves?
So as everyone can see he's got nothing stashed.
Jesus, let's hope that never becomes the fashion!
[Both laugh]
[Singing continues]
Johnny.
[Laughter, indistinct conversations]
[Indistinct shouting]
Get up.
[Singing continues]
BARNUM: Ladies and gentlemen,
if I may have your kind attention.
As some of you have surely noticed,
our friend and benefactor, Mr. William Cutting,
is tonight wearing a waistcoat of certain distinction!
[Cheering]
Might we...
[Man whistles]
Might we tonight appeal to him
to favor us with another exciting exhibition
of skill, courage, daring, and drama!
[Cheering]
[Slow Oriental music plays]
MAN: The Sword of Damascus!
MAN #2: The Tomahawk!
Bill is going up.
MAN: Come on, Bill!
Show us, Bill!
Show us your knives!
Strut your stuff, Billy boy!
[Woman singing in Chinese]
[Gasps]
[Light applause]
[Gasps]
[Crowd gasps]
The Spider's Kiss!
The River of Blood!
The Tomahawk!
The Morning Glory!
The Wheel of Death!
William Tell!
The Butterfly!
The Tomahawk!
Spider's Kiss!
The Butcher's Apprentice!
- Ah, the Butcher's Apprentice. - [Cheering]
Command performance!
[Laughs]
Command performance!
Where have you been?
A command performance, indeed!
I want you to get out of here, do you understand?
And for this, I must beg the indulgence
of my former assistant in matters of impalement...
the Butcher's original apprentice.
What do you say, Jen?
One more time for the sweet souvenir?
- Come on. - [Applause]
[Cheering, applause increases]
[Whistling]
Don't do it.
Good girl, Jenny.
Don't be afraid.
What a woman.
Jenny.
[Man laughs]
Good evening, Bill.
She'll be all right.
Remember this?
Of course.
[Crowd gasps]
You may feel more comfortable without that garment,
Miss Everdeane.
You'll have to filch me a new one, Bill.
[Laughter, applause]
Anything in your pockets tonight?
Oh, I ain't started working yet.
[Laughter]
What about that locket that I gave you?
[Crowd gasps]
Apologies, my dear. Pick it up.
[Crowd gasps]
Whoopsie daisy!
[Laughter]
Now it's good and broke.
I can't seem to get anything right tonight.
[Crowd gasps]
[Breathing heavily]
You got the sand to give them a grand finale?
[Cheers and applause]
Maybe when you're aiming a little straighter.
[Laughter and applause]
[Crowd gasps]
[Cheers and applause]
Still got some blood in you, Jen?!
Enough of this heathen music!
Get rid of these goddamn monkeys!
Strike up, boys!
Ready?
This is a night for Americans!
[Upbeat patriotic music plays]
Jenny!
Get your hands off me!
Get off!
Move!
Amsterdam!
[Drumroll]
[Crowd murmuring]
[Drumroll continues]
[Drumroll stops]
Hats off!
We hold in our hearts the memory of our fallen brothers
whose blood stains the very streets we walk today.
Also on this night
we pay tribute to the leader of our enemies...
...an honorable man...
who crossed over bravely,
fighting for what he believed in.
To defeat my enemy, I extinguish his life...
and consume him as I consume these flames.
In honor of Priest Vallon.
[Amsterdam shouting in Gaelic]
[Woman screams, gunshot]
That's a wound.
[Groans]
MAN: Hold him!
[Grunting]
I want youse all to meet the son of Priest Vallon.
[Grunting]
I took him under my wing...
and see how I'm repaid?
You bastard!
Saves my life one day
so he can kill me the next like a sneak thief
instead of fighting like a man.
[Groans]
A base defiler unworthy of a noble name.
Aaah!
Oh! Jesus!
[Grunting]
That'll do, McGloin. Splay him out.
[Grunting]
This show ain't for blackies.
You! You get to watch!
[Glass shatters]
Don't you hear, nigger?
Ahh.
This is fresh meat.
[Crowd gasps]
Know what I mean?
We need to tenderize this meat a little bit.
All right, let's kiss good night
to that pretty young face of yours.
[Spits]
Aah!
[Crowd gasps]
- [Thump, thump] - Aah!
- [Thump]
Uuhh!
No!!
What'll it be, then?
Rib or chop?
Loin or shank?
- The liver! - The spleen!
- The tongue! - Kidneys!
[Cheers and applause]
- The lungs! - The liver!
- His legs! - The tongue!
The kidneys!
The stomach!
The heart! The heart!
The heart?! This boy has no heart!
Then kill him!
- Kill him! - Kill him!
ALL: [Chanting] Kill him!
- Get back! - Aah!
He ain't earned a death!
He ain't earned a death at my hands!
No.
He'll walk amongst you marked with shame,
a freak worthy of Barnum's Museum of Wonders.
- [Sizzling] - God's only man...
spared by the Butcher.
- JENNY: No! - [Crowd cheering]
No! No! Aah!
No! No!
No-o-o! No!
No! No!
- [Crowd cheering] - No!
[Wind howling]
[Gun cocks]
Here.
Here. This way.
Come on. Come on!
No!
Aaah!
[Coughing]
[Woman vocalizing]
I want to show you something.
[Echoing] My mother's bones share this grave.
I've saved 10 cents
out of every dollar I've ever earned since I was 13.
It's $215...
It's $215 for bludgeting and the rest.
This is what I wanted to show you.
This is where we're gonna go as soon as you get well.
San Francisco...
California.
You can have anything you want out there.
These men are pulling gold right out of the river
with their own hands.
We're here.
We need to get there.
We start here...
go down 'round here...
...up to San Francisco.
Shortest way to go.
Would you go with me?
No need to fire that, miss, or even aim it.
An audience with your mangled friend is all I want.
[Sniffs]
I got 44 notches in my club.
Do you know what they're for?
To remind me what I owe God when I die.
My father was killed in battle, too...
in Ireland, in the streets...
[Sighs]
...fighting those who would take as their privilege
what could only be got and held by the decimation of a race.
That war is a thousand years old and more.
We never expected it to follow us here.
It didn't.
It was waiting for us when we landed.
Your father tried to carve out a corner in this country
for his tribe.
That was him. That was his Dead Rabbits.
I often wondered if he'd lived a bit longer...
would he have wanted a bit more?
[Grunts]
[Breathing heavily]
Why'd you rifle through his pockets, then?
[Inhales, exhales slowly]
For safekeeping.
Thought maybe you could do with it.
[Sniffles]
Blood stays on the blade.
[Indistinct conversations]
Look at him.
Hey, what happened to him?
[Indistinct conversations continue]
MAN: Hey!
BILL: That's a sorry-looking pelt.
And it's been so nice and quiet for the last three months.
Tell me, this charge, does it sit uneasy with you?
No. It's...
not uneasy, Bill.
No, I wouldn't say that.
But...
my allegiance is to the law.
I'm paid to uphold the law.
[Exhales slowly]
What in Heaven's name are you talking about?
You may have misgivings, but don't go believing that, Jack.
That way lies damnation.
I'm in no danger of damnation, Bill.
Here's the thing...
I don't give a tuppenny fuck about your moral conundrum,
you meat-headed shitsack.
That's more or less the thing.
And I want you to go out there...
you, nobody else, none of your little minions...
I want you to go out there...
and I want you... to punish...
[Sniffles] the person...
who's responsible...
[Sobs]
...for murdering this poor little rabbit.
[Sobbing]
Is that understood?
Right.
Help yourself to some decent meat on the way out.
[Wind howling]
[Clang]
Damn it!
[Sizzles]
Is that you, boy?!
I didn't mean nothing by that shot, you know.
You scared me, is all.
Sure you know I'd never do you harm.
Come out now, lad.
Remember your father and me?
[Pigeons cooing]
Are you too young to remember your old Uncle Jack?
Ah, the times we had.
You know I won't hurt you.
[Groaning, gagging]
[Indistinct conversations]
- Is he dead? - [Drumbeats]
I'm gonna get Andrew.
Andrew, come see!
Andrew, come see! Quick!
Everybody, quick!
TWEED: This is bad for everybody.
What's next, dead politicians?
I could spare half a dozen of you
easier than I can spare him.
Still, I think it shows dash.
Give the boy some time,
we'll settle with a good dust-up.
[Sighs]
[Speaking Gaelic]
There's more of us coming off these ships every day.
I heard 15,000 Irish a week.
[Scoffs]
And we're afraid of the Natives?
Get all of us together, and we ain't got a gang.
We got an army.
And all you need's a spark, right?
Just one spark, something to wake us all up.
[Knife drops]
JOHNNY: That was me played you false.
[Sighs]
I'd take it back if I could.
Take it back?!
Johnny, I gotta kill ya.
Get out of the Points and don't come back.
[Up-tempo music plays]
[Man chanting indistinctly]
Where you going, boyo?
Come along.
Tell us, John. What's the trouble?
No trouble, Bill.
Still hiding out with your friends?
No, I'm...
I'm not with them, Bill.
I'm with you. I'm... with the Natives.
[Men chuckle]
You always was a Native as far as I'm interested, John...
...till you became a stag.
You tell me you're a Native.
Do you want to know what a Native is?
A Native is a man...
what's willing to give his life...
for his country.
Like my father done.
Are you willing to do that, my young friend?
[Insects chirping]
[Dogs barking in distance]
John!
Johnny.
Johnny?
John...
Oww!
[Grunts]
[Gasps]
[Sighs]
It hurts too much.
[Sniffles]
Just kill me.
Please.
[Gun cocks]
Please.
[Exhales sharply]
[Inhales sharply]
I'm sorry, Johnny.
Aaaah!
[Scraping]
[Scraping stops]
[Crying]
McGLOIN: Holy Mary, Mother of God,
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour our death.
Amen.
Rest in peace, Ma.
[Footsteps]
What are you doing here, boyo?
[Footsteps]
What's a nigger doing in this church?!
What's a Dead Rabbit doing with the Natives, huh?
There's no niggers among the Natives!
Natives and Rabbits is one thing,
but a nigger in the church, that's something else!
You run with the Natives, you go pray with the Natives!
You're gonna wind up on a stake like your man did!
- Aaah! - McGloin!
Father... Jesus,
did you know there's a nigger in your church?!
[Indistinct shouting]
MAN: Jesus.
[Thud]
[Insects chirping]
AMSTERDAM: The Earth turns...
but we don't feel it move.
And one night you look up.
One spark...
[Chain rattles]
...and the sky's on fire.
[Rattling continues]
It's a touching spectacle.
We'll come back when you're ready for us.
AMSTERDAM: The past is the torch
that lights our way.
Where our fathers have shown us the path,
we shall follow.
Our faith is the weapon most feared by our enemies,
for thereby shall we lift our people up
against those who would destroy us.
Our name is called "The Dead Rabbits"
to remind all of our suffering
and as a call to those who suffer still
to join our ranks
however so far they may have strayed
from our common home across the sea.
For with great numbers must come great strength
and the salvation of our people.
MAN: We don't want your business.
How many other men live here? You all have to register.
You can't force me to join no army.
Have you got $300?
Of course not. Who the hell's got $300?
If you are drafted,
release from military service can only be secured for $300,
according to the Conscription Act.
$300?
- Otherwise, you have to serve. - Who the hell's got $300?!
You tell me!
- Unless you have $300! - Boys!
Go back to where you came from, you bastards!
I was born in this country, sir!
You emigrated here, you will fight for this country, sir!
Jesus, war does terrible things to men.
MAN: Get back uptown, where you belong!
MAN #2: $300?! Another rich man's war!
Sir, I request an audience with this man.
[Speaking Gaelic]
No one speak English in New York anymore?
Don't understand.
Oh, you do speak English.
I wonder if Miss Everdeane
could angle her rifle in some other direction.
I wonder, Mr. Vallon,
if you understand the true value of this sort of publicity.
The archbishop himself shoulder to shoulder
with half the Irish in the Five Points.
I'm offering, my boy, to form an alliance with you
against Bill Cutting and his slate of Nativist candidates.
I'll negotiate a handsome fee
for every Irish vote you send Tammany's way
in the coming elections.
I need a new friend in the Five Points, son.
I'd like that friend to be you.
Well, now, just a moment, Mr. Tweed.
Suppose we do get you those votes.
Would you back an Irish candidate of my choosing...
I don't think so.
What if we get you all the Irish votes?
Mr. Vallon, that will only happen
in the reign of Queen Dick. [Chuckles]
Beg your pardon?
That means it will never happen.
I might be persuaded to back an Irish candidate for alderman.
We've already got Irish aldermen.
So we have. That's why...
What's bigger than alderman?
Sheriff.
All right, Mr. Tweed, you back an Irishman for sheriff
of the City and County of New York,
and we'll get him elected.
I love the Irish, son,
but higher than alderman you shall never climb.
Well, why not?
For one thing, no man living can consolidate the Irish vote.
I can.
And for another... I mean no effrontery...
no one's yet found an Irish candidate for sheriff
worth voting for.
[Whistles] Monk!
Here.
[Chuckles]
It's to have me looking as sober as me own grandfather.
Another great man, I'm sure.
A thorough drunken bastard.
Could I say what I want?
That's why I wanted you.
Our elected representatives are a gang of thieves
who swear to better our lot while dipping their hands
deep into our pockets.
I stand shoulder to shoulder
with community leaders like Bill Cutting
against any and all inroads into our fine democrac...
I'll see to it that no one takes away what you have earned
by pluck and application.
...to invading hordes of Hibernians!
You go to the polls and you put your mark
next to the name Walter McGinn.
...against the potato eaters like them over there,
thieving our jobs!
Why should so many Irish die down South
when the first war to win is not down in Dixie,
but right here in these streets?!
[Cheers and applause]
Who's the finest street fighter in the Five Points?
ALL: Monk!
That's right! Now let the whole damn city hear it!
[Cheering]
That man was right born for this.
Well, he's killed 44 men, laid low a couple hundred more.
Is that right?
That's right.
I should've run him for mayor.
All right, line them up.
It's election day!
[Indistinct shouting]
Come on.
Come with me.
MAN: Okay, guys.
[Grunts]
Come on, you bastard. We need your vote.
Bastard?! I fought for you, nigger.
I lost an arm for you.
Well, that's a start. Now come on.
Rise and shine, rise and shine.
In this great country of ours, even the hop fiends get to vote.
- [Glass shatters] - Less art and more haste, Don.
AMSTERDAM: Where you going?
I already voted today.
Cast for Monk and Tammany, by God...
twice.
Twice? Only twice?
You call that doing your civic duty? Come with me!
Oh, no, you don't. Get back and sit down.
Here's another one.
Clean him up good.
Shave their beards off, boys,
and send them back to vote again!
All right, boys.
Vote Monk/Tammany. Monk/Tammany.
TWEED: So, gentlemen,
what our great city needs is a new courthouse.
Now, I propose it should be a modest, economical structure...
Excuse me one moment. What is it?
Monk's already won by 3,000 more votes
than there are voters.
Only 3? Make it 20, 30.
We don't need a victory. We need a Roman triumph.
But we don't have any more ballots.
Remember the first rule of politics...
the ballots don't make the results.
The counters make the results. The counters.
Keep counting.
[Cheering, lively Irish music plays]
[Indistinct shouting]
Good job!
MAN: Hey, William!
[Indistinct shouting continues]
It's from Bill.
Monk.
Citizens of the Five Points...
Mr. Bill Cutting is attempting to draw me into an argument
that would no doubt end in bloodshed
and the compromising of my office.
What do you think?
Should I engage and silence this relic of the ancient law...
or...
shall I be your chosen voice in a new testament
in the new world?!
There you are, Bill.
The people have spoken.
The very notion of violent reprisal benumbs them.
Come on up.
Let's see if we can resolve our grievances the democratic way.
[Sighs]
Ungh!
[Crowd gasps]
That, my friends, is the minority vote.
Now you tasted my mutton. How'd you like it, huh?
Look. I want you to see this.
This is you right here...
notch 45, you Irish bog bastard.
[Crowd gasps]
[Breathing heavily]
Why don't you burn him, see if his ashes turn green?
[Applause]
[Tweed speaking Latin]
"Fortune favors the bold!"
ALL: The bold!
[Band plays up-tempo tune]
[Sizzling]
You killed an elected official?
Who elected him?
You don't know what you've done to yourself.
[Clinking]
I know your works.
You are neither cold nor hot.
So because you are lukewarm,
I will spew you out of my mouth.
You can build your filthy world without me.
I took the father. Now I'll take the son.
You tell young Vallon I'm gonna paint Paradise Square
with his blood.
Two coats.
I'll festoon my bedchamber with his guts.
As for you, Mr. Tammany-fucking-Hall,
you come down to the Points again,
and you'll be dispatched by mine own hand.
Get back to your celebration and let me eat in peace.
I paid you fair.
[Slow drumbeats in distance]
[Hinges squeak]
[Bell tolls]
[Woman speaking Latin, woman crying]
[Drumbeats continue]
Stop.
Raise.
[Crowd praying indistinctly]
[Drumbeats continue]
[Drumbeats stop]
You son of a bitch.
Challenge.
Challenge accepted.
[Hoofbeats]
[Drumbeats resume]
[Squeaking]
AMSTERDAM: And then it came...
the first day of the draft.
Thomas O'Neil!
Andrew Lewis!
Joseph Flynn!
AMSTERDAM: They read out the draftees' names
like they was dead already.
Andrew Martin!
J. B. Gleason!
The O'Connell Guard.
The Plug Uglies.
AMSTERDAM: As for us, tribes were gathered.
The Chichesters.
AMSTERDAM: The drums was beating.
Dead Rabbits.
The American Guard.
The Atlantic Guard.
The Slaughter Housers.
The Bowery Boys.
Confederation of American Natives.
[Squeaking]
James Mooney!
AMSTERDAM: But all we could see
was the hand in front of us.
Sean O'Connell.
- [Indistinct conversations] - G.W. Morris!
John Doyle.
When?
Whenever you like.
Daybreak tomorrow.
Ground?
Paradise Square.
Weapons?
That I leave up to you.
Bricks, bats, axes, knives...
pistols?
No pistols.
Good boy.
The terms are resolved. Council's concluded.
MAN: T. B. Riggs!
[Squeaking]
- [Indistinct shouting] - Thomas McEvoy!
W. H. Miles!
MAN: To hell with your damned draft!
Give them hellfire, boys!
Rip them apart!
[Indistinct shouting]
MAN: Kill the rich bastards!
[Indistinct shouting, glass breaking]
Uptown!
WOMAN: You're not getting my son!
[Whistle blowing in distance]
AMSTERDAM: Uptown at the draft office,
the cops broke a few skulls, and everybody run away.
[Squeaking]
But the word was spreading...
and the dark.
[Classical music plays]
Up on 5th Avenue,
the Schermerhorns and their mob breathed a little easy.
Just a brief burst of anger over Mr. Lincoln's draft.
Entirely justifiable, in my view.
Well, there are two sides to that question, Mr. Greeley.
There are several sides, in fact, but only one right side,
as with any question
that involves the abuse of executive power.
In any case, Mr. Greeley,
we can all be thankful that it wasn't any worse.
TWEED: It may be worse yet, sir.
I saw them. I don't know what to think.
Now, what is it that you are so fond of saying, Mr. Tweed?
And, Mr. Greeley, you won't like this, but what is it?
I don't remember.
"You can always hire one half of the poor
to kill the other half."
[Billiard balls clacking]
[Scraping]
[Footsteps]
I've come to say goodbye.
I've booked passage for California.
Jenny, give me one more day and I'll go with you.
You'll be dead by then.
Well, what would you have me do?
I don't know.
This'll all be finished tomorrow.
No, it won't.
This whole place is gonna burn anyway.
I've heard that the poor are going
from door to door in the Five Points
asking those supporters who wish to see further riots
to place a lighted candle in the window.
Irish, Poles, Germans... all of them.
Ah, Mr. Greeley, the city is not mad.
I prophesy a very dark night.
[Hoofbeats]
[Dog barking in distance]
MAN: Nobody goes to work today!
We'll shut the factories down!
AMSTERDAM: When the sun rose next,
the city had split in half.
From all over New York, they came...
ironworkers, factory boys, street cleaners,
Irish, Polish, German...
anyone who never cared about slavery or the Union,
anyone who couldn't buy his way out.
"Let the sons of the rich go and die," they cried.
"Let the sons of the poor stay home."
CROWD: [Chanting] No draft! No draft!
AMSTERDAM: The Earth was shaking now...
but I was about my father's business.
[Scraping]
[Indistinct shouting]
MAN: A bunch of 5th Avenue scums!
[Shouting continues]
- MAN: Aaaaah! - [Clattering]
Almighty Lord...
you are the dagger in my hand.
AMSTERDAM: Guide my hand on this day of vengeance.
We give thanks to the Lord, for He is good.
With You, the swift cannot flee,
nor the strong escape.
Let my sword devour until its thirst is quenched with blood
and my enemies sleep forever.
For You are the Lord God of retribution.
For the Lord crushes the wicked.
For the Lord is merciful...
and His love endures forever.
Amen.
[Women screaming]
[Indistinct shouting]
You sons of bitches!
Come on out!
Upstairs! Get the women upstairs!
- [Glass breaking] - WOMAN: Father!
[Shouting continues]
Let's take the bastards!
From 18th precinct...
the mob is sacking houses 27th Street and 7th Avenue.
We have no force to send.
16th precinct... all the stores are closing on 8th Avenue
from fear of the mob in 17th Street.
Show us what you got, you cowardly bastards!
[Crowd booing]
From 4th...
the rioters are attacking colored boarding houses,
robbing them, and setting them on fire.
From 21st... the mob have just broken open
gun store on 3rd Avenue and are arming.
[March music plays]
Get the nigger! Kill him!
- Kill him! - Tear Tammany down!
The marshal's office on 3rd Avenue is burning down.
The police is of no avail.
MAN: Show yourself, Tweed!
Two colored men brought in almost dead.
There are 50 more Negroes outside who need help.
The blacks are being attacked all over the city.
Hey!
There's a $300 man! Get him!
Did your daddy buy you out of the Army?!
Can he buy me out of the army, too?!
There is danger of mob attacking armory,
corner 21st Street, 2nd Avenue.
There is about 500 stand of arms in it.
[March music continues]
The line is dead! They're trying to cut all the wires!
- [Crowd cheering] - [Gunshot]
[Rattling]
From 1st... riot at Pier Four, North River.
They have killed Negroes there.
A crowd is here and are going to destroy this station.
Uhh!
Get her bag! Get her bag!
[Glass breaking, indistinct shouting]
From 18th precinct... the mob have attacked the armory,
2nd Avenue, 21st Street.
There is danger of firing the building.
All 300 police wounded or unaccounted for.
Find the military and send them to... and 20th.
Send 100 men to disperse mob assailing Mayor Opdyke's house.
Building, corner 33rd Street, 2nd Avenue
set on fire by the mob.
Barnum's American Museum on fire!
[Echoing] Animals are escaping!
Let go! Let go!
Hush the shickster!
Hold her down! [Hisses]
[Man speaking Latin]
Gunboat Liberty and Ironclad Passaic
now lying off the foot of Wall Street.
They are ready to open fire on the mob.
Very large mob now going down 5th Avenue
to attack "Tribune" office.
MAN: Nigger lover Greeley!
From 16th... mob is coming down to station house.
We have no men.
18th... the mob is very wild.
From 16th... the 7th Regiment has arrived.
Going up Canal Street. They are on their way to Broadway.
Take your hands off me!
The mob is about 4,500 strong.
They're going to burn down Harlem Bridge.
Harlem Bridge is to be torched.
The rats have taken over the city!
WOMAN: Come on, lads! Kill the nigger bastards!
From 21st... there is an attack on the colored people...
There is a mob headed for the Colored Orphans Asylum.
Send troops to protect the children.
The riot is now on 7th Avenue, 28th Street.
They have just killed a Negro.
MAN: There's a nigger! Get him!
The major general wants to know what to do with any prisoners.
Prisoners? Don't take any! The mob isn't taking prisoners!
Put the mob down!
Don't take a prisoner in until you've put the mob down!
[Marching footsteps]
[Indistinct shouting]
Soldiers now on 38th Street. The mob will not disperse.
What are your orders? What are your orders?
[Elephant trumpeting]
[Elephant snorting]
MAN: No draft!
- [Roaring] - CROWD: [Chanting] No draft!
Show them what we think of their damn draft!
[March music stops]
[Indistinct conversations]
Here they come.
Steady, now, steady.
- Lads, stick together. - BOTH: All right.
[Speaking indistinctly]
Troop halt!
Present arms!
On your order, Vallon.
MAN: Hold fast, there! Hold fast!
OFFICER: I order you to disperse!
[Murmuring]
Fire!
- Aaah! - Uhh!
[Woman screaming, indistinct shouting]
[Woman sobbing]
NAVY COM MANDER: Fire starboard!
[Projectiles whistling]
[Indistinct shouting, screaming]
Fire!
[Shouting continues, groaning]
Come on, let's go!
[Projectile whistling]
WOMAN: Aaaah!
[Gunshots]
OFFICER: Fire over their heads!
Drive them into the square!
[Projectile whistling]
Bill!
[Metal clanking, men coughing]
Bill!!
[Shouting, gunshots continue]
MAN: I can't walk!
WOMAN: Get up!
[Gunshots, explosions echoing]
[Shouting echoing in distance]
Aaah!
[Shouting, crying in distance]
- Hyah! - Aaah!
Aaaah!
Aaah!
Uhh!
Aaah!
[Indistinct shouting, screaming]
[Wind whistling]
[Explosion in distance, woman screams]
[Both grunting, coughing]
- Fire! - Fire!
Aaah!
[Women whimpering]
[Groaning]
- [Panting] - [Gunshot echoing]
[Gunshots, explosions echoing]
- Basta-a-a-a-a-a-rds! - Shang! Shang, hold off!!
[Shang grunts]
- Yaaaah! - He's dead!
[Indistinct shouting]
[Man crying, indistinct conversations]
[Grunts]
[Metal clinks]
Thank God...
I die a true American.
[Panting]
[Breathing heavily]
Yaaaaaaah!
[Gasps]
[Grunts]
[Whimpering]
[Wind whistling]
[Woman whimpering]
[Gunshots echoing in distance]
[Sobs]
[Bell tolls]
TWEED: Tomorrow morning, get our people down to the docks.
I want every man and woman coming off the boats
given hot soup and bread.
[Sighs]
We're burying a lot of votes down here tonight.
[Groans]
[Woman chanting in Gaelic]
AMSTERDAM: In the end,
they put candles on the bodies so as their friends...
if they had any...
could know them in the dark.
The city did this free of charge.
Shang, Jimmy Spoils, Hell-Cat,
McGloin, and more.
[Sobbing]
Friend or foe, it didn't make no difference now.
It was four days and nights
before the worst of the mob was finally put down.
We never knew how many New Yorkers died that week
before the city was finally delivered.
My father told me we was all born of blood and tribulation.
And so then, too, was our great city.
But for those of us what lived and died in them furious days,
it was like everything we knew was mightily swept away.
And no matter what they did to build this city up again...
for the rest of time...
it would be like no one even knew we was ever here.
[Intro to U2's "The Hands That Built America" plays]
# A-A-Ah #
# America #
# A-A-Ah #
# America #
# Oh, my love #
# It's a long way we've come #
# From the freckled hills #
# To the steel And glass canyons #
# From the stony fields #
# To hanging steel from sky #
# From digging in our pockets #
# For a reason #
# Not to say goodbye #
# These are the hands #
# That built America #
# A-A-Ah #
# America #
# Last saw your face #
# In a watercolor sky #
# As sea birds argue #
# A long goodbye #
# I took your kiss #
# On the spray Of the new land star #
# You gotta live With your dreams #
# Don't make them so hard #
# Oh-h-h #
# And these are the hands #
# That built America #
# A-A-Ah #
# America #
# Of all of the promises #
# Is this one we could keep? #
# Of all of the dreams #
# Is this one still Out of reach? #
# Halle, holy #
[Vocalizing]
# It's early fall #
# There's a cloud On the New York skyline #
# Innocence #
# Dragged across A yellow line #
# These are the hands #
# That built America #
# These are the hands #
# That built America #