Morehouse: Corky found out his wife had disappeared
and his daughter had been murdered.
We need that ledger, Miss Lockwood.
The hag's been blackmailing
all the men who paid Grindle for abortions.
Mary!
I know what you did to Annie.
But if Lincoln wins,
New York will burn.
Very impressive.
1x08 - Better Times Are Coming -
Vote Lincoln/Johnson! Vote Lincoln/Johnson!
Vote McClellan/ Tammany!
♪ Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! ♪
Give me that!
♪ Sound the news from the din of battle booming ♪
Hey! Damn copperhead!
♪ Tell the people far and wide ♪
♪ that better times are coming ♪
♪ there are voices of hope ♪
♪ that are borne on the air ♪
♪ and our land will be freed ♪
♪ from its clouds of despair ♪
Name's Angus Fraser.
McClellan.
Mark your ballot right there.
What are you dragging me
up here to Central Park for?
I'm still training you, Little Byrnes.
What have you learned, so far, huh?
[Sigh] If you give me an order,
I follow the order.
That's right. There you are.
Now go grab one of them sheep.
What do sheeps got to do with crime in Five Points?
Get one big enough for four,
so we can feed your sorry face.
My wife's sister is coming, too... Judith.
Hmm. Is she a looker?
Yeah, she looks just like my wife.
But better? [Laughs]
Go on, get, I said, eh?
Come on. Come on.
Ah, Je-sus.
Ahh, Detective, come over here!
What, you skin your knee?
Ah, no no no. Hurry, hurry.
Thief! Thief!
Come back here, you damn copperhead!
Thief! Stop!
Mr. Morehouse.
Mrs. Haverford.
Out and about, unescorted?
Only a short distance.
To the Fifth Avenue hotel.
The Booth brothers have extended
an invitation for tea.
We're meeting to discuss their upcoming
performance to raise funds
for the Shakespeare statue.
"Journeys end in lovers meeting,
every wise man's son doth know."
Perhaps you'd rather join me at my home
for something more substantial than tea.
Sounds delectable.
But I've made a promise.
You wouldn't want me to break a promise,
now, would you?
Just as you wouldn't break a promise
you made to me.
I will confront Kevin Corcoran.
If you're free tonight, perhaps you'd like
to join father and me for dinner
as we await the results of the election.
Say 6:00.
I'd be delighted.
Matthew, what brings you
to Five Points on election day?
Major Morehouse visited me,
asked me to test a liquid...
Greek fire.
The explosive?
Yes. Morehouse said he was making
a business investment.
So?
And I know you've heard the rumors, too...
rebel spies are plotting to set fire to New York,
like they did that town in Vermont.
Well, the best way to do that is
with Greek fire.
Are you accusing the Major
of being a confederate spy?
I did not say that, Corky.
Only, I remember the day.
Morehouse lost his leg.
He cursed both God and Lincoln
as I cut through his flesh.
If you'd have cut off my leg without morphine,
I'd have cursed God, Abraham Lincoln,
and my mother,
but it wouldn't make me turn against the Union.
All I'm saying is that a rich man
like Robert Morehouse can smuggle in enough
inflammatory liquid to torch the entire city.
See, Corky,
my Sara,
she's with child.
Well, congratulations.
That's wonderful.
How's she doing?
She's... she's healthy enough.
She needs to get out in fresh air more,
amongst people, so our child
will be healthy in her womb.
Election day is always trouble.
The city burns?
There's another riot.
Matthew, the riots are behind us.
Carmansville is a long way away
from any election trouble.
Go home, relax, enjoy the day.
Corky.
We, um, found a body up in Central Park.
Mary Lockwood's body.
That's a bad piece of luck.
First, Molly. Now, Mary.
Phinbar: She was shot dead through the heart.
It must've been a robbery.
A robber wouldn't have dragged Mary
all the way up to the park to bury her.
Well, maybe she was robbed in the park.
Been thinking this through, Kevin.
Jeremiah McLean killed Mary.
McLean, who owns the hardware store?
Why would he?
McLean was the man Mary was running off to England with.
She changed her mind.
She decided to come back to me.
She told McLean and he killed her. He should hang.
Before we string him up,
I'll speak with him.
You go home.
Can't. The cap'n's assigned me
to protect Alderman Reese today.
Andrew.
I can't help, either.
I'm supervising the official balloting.
Little Byrnes, you'll come with me.
Annie: Kevin told me not
to leave the house this morning.
He said the streets
weren't safe on election day.
He's always looking out for me.
What do you think of my dress?
Very pretty.
Kevin bought it for me.
New.
Fancy, isn't it?
This is delicious.
Yes, I'm a very good cook.
Kevin loves my cooking.
Since I've been back,
I've been eating too much,
but Kevin doesn't mind.
You know how he likes
a handful when he sleeps.
Woman: ♪ hot corn, all hot ♪
♪ just come out of the boiling pot! ♪
Sim.
You're open on election day.
Only 'til noon, when the whiskey
runs out at Eva's saloon, then I hide.
Well, I'm looking for McLean.
Went to his house. No one's home.
I haven't seen Jeremiah for weeks.
Said he had to leave town, sudden.
Didn't say where or why
or how long he'd be gone.
Your business partner ups and goes
and you ain't curious?
Well, Jeremiah isn't the forthcoming sort.
Morning, Sim. Morning, Aloysius.
Did he talk much about his personal life,
his marriage?
I said not forthcoming, right?
So you have no idea
if he was having an affair.
Is that what this is about?
The metropolitan police sends out not one,
but two, detectives the same day
to check on infidelity?
Two detectives? Who else was here?
Maguire.
He was here a half an hour ago.
All right,
when McLean comes back, you let me know.
Woman: ♪ hot corn!
Man: Lincoln would have you believe
that the negroid is not only our equal,
but that blending the races
creates a stronger human species.
This dangerous, farfetched fantasy
hides his true purpose, to shove that
big-government stick of his down your throat.
I don't see Detective Maguire.
Little Byrnes, go back to the precinct
and ask Captain Sullivan to put a patrolman
in front of the hardware store
and another at McLean's house.
Yes, sir!
Take away your hard-earned pay.
Man: They're not equal!
Francis, where in the hell?
This her?
Who?
Mary Lockwood.
"Female shot Central Park".
I need a favor, Grimes.
And you're asking me? Not likely.
I need the bullet which killed Mary.
Look, I don't work for the city,
I don't work for the metropolitan police,
and I certainly don't work for Micks like you,
so why don't you toddle off
and find a saloon.
I asked nice.
At bullet is part of an official
murder investigation
and I will have it!
Unless you want to be next on that table.
I haven't started the autopsy yet.
Take about half a day.
First thing tomorrow,
I'll stop by, get that bullet.
Sleep well, sweet Mary.
I need $10,000.
There's weaponry and Greek fire
arriving tonight.
As we've discussed, a lot of people
along the way expect to be paid.
$10,000, today?
[Laugh] If I were to get you the money,
how would this all play out?
You don't need the specifics.
Oh, I disagree.
See, my cash, my terms.
Where and when will the shipment arrive?
I'll get you that information
when I receive the monies.
Sober or spirited,
you are a difficult one to read, Kennedy.
Come back at 10:00 tonight.
Vote McClellan/ Tammany!
Vote Lincoln/ Johnson!
Vote McClellan/ Tammany!
Your name?
Finn, Michael.
For McClellan?
Okay, Mike, make your mark, sign here.
There you are.
Take your free drink, courtesy of Mr. Tweed.
This time, your name is Jack Morrison.
That's not going to do.
Here.
There we are. All right.
Tim Bayliss.
Remember: Vote McClellan and Tammany.
Keep moving!
We got an election to win here!
We are tabulating
every drink, you know.
Boss Tweed will foot the fare.
Annie okay?
Mrs. McDonagh is with her now.
The girl's out of control, you know.
She's got all sorts of crazy ideas.
Her and everybody else around here.
Have either of you two seen Francis?
Eva: No.
Hey, Corky,
you hear any more rumors,
about New York getting detonated?
Why do you ask?
Sybil, of course.
She's still harping on about this secret telegram
warning Mayor Gunther of dire consequences.
She's threatening to move to Kentucky
and I don't even know where the hell Kentucky is.
So tell me true,
is there anything brewing?
Not sure.
Could be nothing,
could be the end of the world.
Corky, what a lovely surprise.
I was just thinking about you.
And me, about you.
Oh?
You and a certain business venture...
Adam, have you had luncheon?
No, sir.
To the kitchen, then.
You and a certain business venture
involving Greek fire.
Our friend Freeman.
There are rumors about Johnny Reb
burning down the city.
The rumors are true.
So you do know what's going on?
Why did you slice Elizabeth's paintings?
That has nothing to do with the fact...
She was terribly frightened.
Nothing to do with the fact that
you knew about an attack on New York and haven't
made a report to the proper authorities.
Who would I tell, the Mayor,
Governor Seymour, the editor of
the New York daily news? They're all copperheads.
Well, you could've told me. And why would I tell you?
When I don't know if I can trust you anymore.
Your behavior towards Elizabeth...
She sent Annie to John Reilly's!
She lied to me.
She didn't know what Reilly had done!
She thought he was the girl's father.
But once she found out the truth,
she tried to handle the situation by herself.
She went up to Reilly's
to try to save little Annie.
Elizabeth cares for the child's wellbeing,
same as you.
Yes, she should've told all,
but you can't bring Five Points up here,
where it doesn't belong.
You can't threaten an innocent woman.
[ Scoff ]
Okay.
Kevin...
Elizabeth and I...
Okay.
The Greek fire.
I've been getting chummy
with several Southern radicals.
They're bringing the liquid in tonight,
along with some weapons,
but they won't move forward
if Lincoln loses the election.
And if he wins,
where will they strike, when?
I'm merely a fountain of money,
not privy to detail.
Yet.
I need the names of the men involved.
I only know two, so far,
but if you grab them now the others
will slither away to strike another day.
When you find out more, you let me know.
I'll give it my consideration.
[ Chuckle ]
You should send Elizabeth
a formal apology.
I'll give it my consideration.
You're right about one thing, Little Byrnes.
Mary Lockwood was buried where she dropped.
The grave's shallow,
which means whoever dug it
was acting quickly to cover up the body.
No one who was thinking this through
would've chosen this spot. It's too public.
Any idea how long Mary Lockwood was dead
before she was found?
I can only guess.
A few weeks, at the most.
Late October, then.
Mm-hmm. Here, for your pal Maguire.
He's to come by tomorrow and pick it up,
but the further you can keep him away
from my hospital, the better.
A bullet?
Straight from Mary Lockwood's chest.
Look, Corcoran,
I don't need your guys coming in here,
threatening me.
I'm a physician, not some jailbird.
Anything today, Mrs. McLean?
Man: Tribune! Tri-bune! Tribune!
Vote today!
Vote...
Tribune! Tri-bune! Tribune!
Woman: Pray for us, darling.
McClellan...
Ma'am.
Tribune! Tri-bune!
Lincoln's an ape!
Hey, Sim!
See? That's why I'm going home.
Wait, I got a few more questions.
Did Maguire ask McLean what kind of gun he owns?
I don't know.
Do you know what kind of gun he owns?
A Colt Navy revolver.
It's got an engraving of a battle on it.
The gun's top rail.
Go to McLean's house.
Relieve the patrolman there.
[ Slam ]
Finished with Alderman Reese?
Aye.
He's home, safe and sound.
What?
I saw the Alderman.
You were nowhere in sight.
You want to tell me what's going on?
I thought we agreed
that I would be the lead on this case,
and you're undermining my every move,
so either you let me do my job...
Or what?
You're taking too goddamn long.
McLean's back.
And I'm going to be the one to talk to him.
Piss off, Corky.
Mary's death is his doing.
The bastard has to pay
and I'm going to see he does.
No, you're staying here!
Don't be treating me like I'm some lunatic!
Since the day you came back from the war,
you've been out of control,
running through the streets,
desperate for answers, for justice!
Yes, and you've been there to help me
and, now, I want to help you!
I promise I won't cause a fuss, Kevin,
but I need to see the man,
just like you needed to see McClarty.
And the locket.
All right, we'll go together,
see what he has to say,
then we decide what the next step is.
Well.
McLean. He's gone again.
Why didn't you follow him?
My orders were to stay here.
Detective O'Brien made himself very clear...
I'm given an order, I follow the order.
No thinking on my own.
Let's divide up three ways
and scour the neighborhood.
No, we wait.
[ Spits ]
We wait.
Hey! Easy, Francis!
He hasn't been on the force three weeks.
He was just following orders.
He's a mindless twit and he's got
no business being on this force,
or any force, just like his Uncle!
Detectives.
Shite!
McLean! There's no use running!
Detective. Man: Get him, coppers!
McLean!
Get your ass back here!
[ Gunshot ]
Christ, Francis!
He ran.
The guilty ones always do.
That proves he's a murderous shit.
Goddamn it! We agreed to talk to him!
Is that what you'd do with Maggie's murderer, huh?!
He killed Mary. I know he did.
In me bones.
I closed the case
and saved the city of New York
the cost of a trial.
This is Francis we're talking about, here.
He got McLean, fair and square.
What more do you need?
Something don't sit right.
Nothing sits right with you these days, Kevin.
If I could've talked with McLean,
I might've... I don't know.
Andrew, did you know McLean at all?
Only for good- mornings and such.
Then I'll have to have a chat
with the one that knew him best.
There's worse husbands than Jeremiah McLean.
Sure, he had his secrets, cheap as could be,
and he'd raise a hand to me, time to time.
He ever talk about leaving,
going to England?
On a boat?
He'd get seasick, just standing on the beach.
Where's he been the past few weeks?
Up in Buffalo with his mother.
She fell down the stairs, can't walk.
He's her only son.
Huh.
[ Scoff ]
You ever hear of Mary Lockwood?
I should go clean.
People are coming for the wake.
She died a few weeks ago.
Yeah, I heard, up in Central Park.
Abortion doctor's sister.
You have any dealings with her?
Who, the abortion doctor or her sister?
Either.
No.
Did your husband?
I really should go clean.
See, in detective-speak,
you just said "yes, Jeremiah
"did know them, but he's dead,
so what difference does it make?"
Jeremiah got some filly knocked up,
had her fixed.
This woman, this Mary,
said she had proof, a book of some sort.
What kind of book?
I don't know, a record,
a ledger, or something.
A ledger?
She wanted money,
or she said she'd come blabbing to me.
Jeremiah was such a miser,
he'd rather I knew than split with a penny.
So why did he beat Mary Lockwood?
He was a man, angry whenever forced
to face who he really was.
So there's no invasion,
no bombs, nothing to worry about?
Not a thing.
Oh, Jesus, lord help us.
What's the matter now?
You don't think I believe you, do you?
And you lying to me means
the situation's worse than I expected.
No, Sybil! It's not...
Where are you going?
To pack! For Kentucky!
[ Mutters ]
But men and women exist
in separate spheres.
Men's job is to run the nation.
A woman's job is to run the household.
And the household isn't part of the nation?
You see, this is a prime example
of why women shouldn't have the vote.
You don't have the grasp of politics.
To quote Reverend Antoinette Brown,
"If a woman's sole responsibility is
"of the domestic type, one class
"will be crushed by it; and the other,
throw it off as a badge of poverty."
Rubbish.
Elizabeth, I'm afraid you won't get far with father.
Adam: He's won.
It's Lincoln, sir, by an estimated
400,000 votes.
He's won.
[ Laughs ]
Send a message to Falk and Prime
at the Commercial Bank of Hoboken.
Now the results are in, I should be leaving.
Union war bonds. "Dear sirs"...
Mr. Morehouse, thank you so much
for your hospitality.
Yes, yes, Mrs. Haverford.
Goodbye. Where was I?
A triumphant night.
And, yet, a troubling one.
Yes.
The war may soon be over,
but the fighting won't end.
Half a million dead.
Is emancipation really worth
all the lives lost?
Are you advocating slavery?
Of course not.
In England, we abolished
the slave trade ages ago.
But does your government
truly believe that, by creating a law,
your citizens will suddenly
embrace social equality?
[ Scoff ]
Personally, I find it hard to believe
that the Irish will ever
allow the negro to be their equal.
Men can change.
Look at Corcoran.
He believes the negro to be his equal.
I'd rather not discuss Detective Corcoran.
He's a good man
who did an irrational thing,
acting out of passion and impulse.
Valuable traits in war, I suppose.
And in police work.
I've talked to him, explained.
He is of no danger to you.
[ Knock at door ]
I've got it,
James!
There's a satchel in my bedroom.
Grab it for me, would you?
And my coat.
Elizabeth, this won't take long.
You've heard the election results?
Yes.
New York will burn. [Chuckle]
I'm not giving you the money
until you tell me more about your plan.
Better yet,
why don't I show you?
You'll travel along tonight.
Let me get the funds
and say farewell to my guest.
Mm-hmm.
Evening, fellas.
This here's Robert Morehouse.
I'd like you to meet Headley, Martin.
You already know James McMaster.
Gentlemen.
Evening.
Steady the horses, will you?
All right, men, let's get to it.
Are you sure you can trust these men?
They are my brothers in battle.
Careful, now.
We don't want any accidents.
Remember, any of this juice
gets exposed to the air, we're done for.
[ Laughter ]
Mary Lockwood was the fraud I thought she was.
She had her sister's ledger all along.
Did Maguire know about that?
The girls and I are going dancing
at Harry Hill's. You want to join us?
Francis, he said that Mary and McLean,
they ran away together. Why would he lie?
Poor Maguire.
He's had such bad run of luck,
losing two fiancées.
Course, he's a rough one,
when he gets whiskeyed up.
[Cluck] He and Molly...
what about he and Molly?
Molly was afraid of Maguire.
He throttled her once, so,
she was scared that he would hurt her again.
I don't know, maybe that's why
she said yes to the marriage.
Why didn't you tell me about this before?
[Laughs] Because, in my profession,
one learns not to say
what goes on between a man and a woman.
I don't want to add to your troubles,
but you got to do something about Annie.
She confided in me that you sleep with her?
That's absurd.
[Scoff] I know.
That girl's mind is still bent from her past.
Enough is enough.
You might think seriously
about giving her to the nuns.
McMaster: Almost there, men.
Just three more and we're headed South.
Man: Three more to go, boys.
Careful.
Here we go.
Hold this end. Don't drop that!
Careful. Be careful with that.
There you go. All right.
What have we got, two more?
Come on.
Let's get it done.
Careful.
Watch your end, now!
All right.
Kennedy: Mr. Morehouse!
Bring the money.
Man: Let's have a drink.
James,
it's been a pleasure.
Let's ride.
[ Chuckle ]
Come on. Hyah!
♪ So beautiful and long ♪
♪ I thought that she loved me ♪
♪ but I found I was wrong ♪
♪ she was beautiful as a butterfly ♪
♪ and proud as a queen ♪
[ Chuckle ]
Why are you grinning like an idiot?
Where on God's earth
did you learn that song?
Hmm, I have a few surprises left,
Dr. Freeman.
Ah!
Hmm.
[ Laughter ]
[ Knock at door ]
[ Sigh ]
It's all right. It's all right.
Freeman, I need your opinion.
My opinion is he's dead.
Now, this is the bullet
that killed Mary Lockwood.
Could the same kind of bullet,
from the same kind of gun, have killed McLean?
That's going to take some specialized equipment.
I don't think I could be certain by sight.
Well, it's an unusual bullet,
not from a Colt or a Remington.
Well, you're lucky.
It's not deformed.
It must not have hit any bones.
Tearshaped, with a Ridge at the base.
Hmm.
Do you have the bullet that killed McLean?
Not yet. [Claps back]
Ah.
Hmm.
Did you find out anything
about the Greek fire?
Not much.
Okay,
here she comes.
Oh, not as lucky as the first.
It's deformed.
It must've hit a rib.
But no. See?
Same shape as the first.
Ridge at the base.
Hmm, you're right, you don't see
too many bullets like this.
Do you know who owns a gun
who shoots this type of bullet?
Which one is Detective Maguire's window?
The lamp's just gone out, so he's in for the night.
You stay here, awake and alert.
If Maguire comes out, you follow him.
If he goes anywhere out of the norm, come get me.
Yes, sir.
What, exactly, do we suspect Detective Maguire of doing?
[Sigh] I'm not sure, myself.
You think you know someone... hell,
you think you know yourself, but sometimes,
Little Byrnes, you find that neither is true.
Please don't call me "Little Byrnes" anymore.
What do you want me to call you?
Phinbar is my Christian name.
And a right fine name it is.
[ Chuckle ]
[ Neigh ]
What's the matter with this damned beast?
It seems to be lame.
Goddamn it! We cannot afford a delay.
I'll take a look.
Here, I'll lend a hand.
Whoa, whoa.
Ah! Ooh!
You all right?
Ah! Yeah, this cursed leg.
How fares the horse?
Front shoe's come undone.
Here, it's easier if we untie them first.
Robert, the wagon!
Oh, my God. Hyah!
[ Neighing, galloping ]
Go!
[ Coughing ]
Son of a...
[ wheezing cough ]
That's our entire stock.
Months of planning,
thousands of dollars.
What are we to do?!
Little, as of now.
But at least we know it works.
Times! Times! Get your Times!
Lincoln wins!
Get your Times!
I'll have breakfast ready in a moment.
Why don't you soak the night off?
I added a little rosewater
so this would smell nice.
Annie, stop.
Stop what?
Making this place a home, pretending to be
something that you'll never be.
Not to me, at least.
Now, I want you in school,
at St. Brenda's convent.
You're sending me away?
Well, no, you can stay here until the nuns
find the right place for you.
- But, Corky, you know... - No, no more talking!
Go upstairs and get out of my wife's clothes.
[ Shudder ]
[ Sobbing ]
Annie!
[ Urgent knocking ]
Morning, Detective.
Maguire on the move?
Yes, sir. Before dawn, he was up and out,
all the way to 22nd Street.
He was wearing a tie and carrying flowers.
To where?
The Earle house, sir. That place is
chock-a-block with batty women.
Has he come out of the Earle house?
About 20 minutes after he went inside.
Stay here. Watch after Annie.
Have some breakfast. That's an order.
Yes, sir.
Afternoon, sir.
The name's Corcoran.
Hello, Mr. Corcoran.
Detective Corcoran.
Oh.
Well, what can I do for you, Detective?
Early this morning, a man
named Francis Maguire entered this building.
I'm sorry, Detective,
we have strict regulations.
What was Mr. Maguire doing here?
As I was going to say, Detective, here
at the Earle house, we don't...
I understand, ma'am, I do,
but here's the thing...
I ain't leaving 'til I get an answer.
I'll call the guard.
[ Ding ]
You do what you need to do.
So will I.
Guard!
Eh!
Aah!
Hey! Hold it!
Aah!
Now I'll ask once more.
[ Shuddering ]
What was Mr. Maguire doing here?
[Crying] Seeing Mrs. Maguire.
His mother?
No, no, his wife.
[ Shuddering ]
[ Laughing ]
Mrs. Maguire.
That's... that's not her.
Do you not know me?
You do know me.
Tell me you know me, please.
Please.
[ Music plays ]
Remember?
Remember me,
Ellen?
[ Music continues ]
[Crying] Remember me?