What, exactly, do we suspect Detective Maguire of doing?
You step in, play the husband,
then you bed my wife, make her pregnant,
and then take her to the abortion doctor!
Kill me now.
I killed my own daughter.
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the confederates are making a second attempt.
This morning, they're smuggling in
enough Greek Fire to devastate the city.
I'm going to meet Kennedy and his men.
You round up your boys.
There's something I have to do, first.
Whatever it is, there's no time.
All I need's a minute.
A minute we don't have.
Ellen...
of course.
Delivery's at sunrise.
Morning, detective!
Don't know if this is a good time
to visit the lady, sir.
It's not a visit.
Eva.
Oh, shit.
I need a favor. Another favor.
I know I don't have the right to ask.
Ask, anyway.
Go to my house,
watch over Ellen.
Again?
After you chased me out?
I don't know if I'll be back,
or when.
I just need someone I can trust
to keep an eye.
I wish you trusted someone else,
every now and then.
Ahem!
I'm trying to get some sleep, here.
So shut up and go back to sleep.
Jesus Christ.
Whoa, friend!
Kennedy instructed me to meet here.
You that rich boy?
In the flesh.
Where is he?
Don't know. Ain't shown up yet.
Come on, bring it in.
Tie the ropes off. Step up.
Come on, we have
a schedule to meet, let's go.
Let's go. And careful with that stuff.
Damn it, Corky, where are you?
Drop it! Down!
Down! Get down!
Drop 'em, you lousy graybacks! Drop those goddamn weapons!
Hands where I can see 'em. Drop 'em.
Down.
Drop it, Reb.
Good.
Hey, Byrnes, we need live prisoners, for information.
Oh, yeah? And what are they going to tell us?
Won't know if they're dead, Boyo.
What's your name, son?
Clem. Clem Cato.
I'm a soldier with the confederate army.
Well, Clem, welcome to enemy territory.
Is this the full shipment?
Appears so.
It's identical to the last batch.
Christ,
a heap like that'll wake snakes.
Kennedy never showed.
Why would the man miss his own delivery?
What's it matter?
Without his junk, Kennedy's plan is
dead as a wagon tire.
There's no need to ship the stuff by boat,
when we can make it right here.
Our little show at Spuyten Duyvil
should keep the authorities busy.
I say...
10,000 dead.
She even lays there while she's awake,
staring out into absolutely nothing,
just twitching.
The woman has peered
through the gates of hell, Annie.
Oh, I peered through those gates, too,
but you don't see me laying around,
acting all batty.
You're a smart girl,
so I'm going to speak honest to you.
You have to stop the bullshit.
You are a child.
That is Kevin's wife
and no amount of chicanery's
going to change that.
You've been dealt a tough hand,
more than most, but you got a chance
at a real life with folks who care.
You keep going down this road,
you'll find yourself alone.
Keep moving, Reb.
Keep your yankee hands off me!
No sign of Kennedy at his hotel.
He's probably on the train back to Richmond.
This all feel a bit too easy to you?
Kennedy telling you the where and whens,
these boys giving up without a fight,
Kennedy's not being there.
You'd have preferred a bloodbath?
I'd have preferred not to feel
this twist in the pit of my stomach.
We captured a bunch of confederate spies,
a whole slew of explosives.
That's winning, Kevin.
Smile, for once, enjoy it.
Yeah, I suppose so.
Smile all you want, you peglegged traitor.
We still got friends in this pisspot of a city.
You tell 'em, boy!
Y'all ain't won nothing!
Long as Captain Kennedy walks free,
the South lives!
Get him on his goddamn knees.
Perhaps there still is some cause for concern.
Come on, then!
Any improvement?
Hmm, my head is swimming, my bones ache,
I feel like I'm living in somebody else's body.
I'm wretched.
An active baby
can make you feel uncomfortable.
And that's a good sign.
A good sign for what?
No.
No, thank you.
Now, Elizabeth, tell me true...
do you love this man, Morehouse?
Mr. Booth,
I am not in the habit of discussing
my personal affairs with an actor.
I'm a star.
Regardless.
Did you love your husband?
Winfred loved Winfred too much
to share himself with me.
If I'm expected to speak of such
intimate feelings, then so must you.
Are you not in love with Miss Lucy Hale?
Yes, yes, I am in love with Miss Lucy Hale,
but her father is an abolitionist,
part of Lincoln's cabal.
A Juliet for your Romeo.
Slavery is one of the great blessings
that God has bestowed upon the black man.
You know, Mr. Booth, I find it remarkable that
the South has gone to war, seeking
their own independence, over the notion
an entire race be denied their own.
If you boys were back home, huh?
You'd be... sipping Mint Juleps,
bragging about how you killed some Yankees.
But you ain't back home.
No, you're here, in New York City,
where we like to kill traitors
who murder real Americans.
Detective Corcoran?
Oh, he's got no love for turncoats.
Fought at Gettysburg, he did,
lost a lot of friends there.
Far as he's concerned,
each and every one of you
deserves to die.
Give me the next one, Andrew.
Yeah, sure thing.
You.
Come on.
Stop whining!
So unless you boys feel like telling the man
what he wants to know...!
It's your funeral.
You.
No, no no, no, no!
Come on.
No, no. Okay. No! I'll talk.
I'll talk, I'll talk. I'll tell you all.
I ain't dying for Kennedy.
Okay, spill it. I know he's got some
old highbrow New Yorker working for him.
What's his name? I don't know the name.
Well, then, you ain't no good to us.
Wait wait wait, hold on a sec, hold on a sec.
Kennedy's been bragging about how he's got
this rich fella dancing like a jig doll.
He's lying!
Man lives at 23rd Street.
Yeah, what else?
The delivery at Spuyten Duyvil
was all theatrics.
Greek Fire's being made right here,
Under your noses.
Shut your mouth! And?
I don't know, I swear.
What do you say, Corky?
I'd say that's all he knows.
Very good, Reb. Now, shut up!
You son of a...
you would've, too!
23rd Street?
Apparently, my father is
a bigger fool than I am.
You would've done the same thing!
Oh, heavens, Annie, you Lulu.
Ah!
It feels good?
"Good" doesn't describe it.
You got yourself a gift, child.
Oh, hello, there, dear.
Kevin asked if I would come over again
and help out today.
You mean, he wanted to make sure
I didn't run off or hurt myself?
Whatever the reason may be. Join us.
How do you feel?
You up for some food?
Annie can make you some oatmeal.
She's a very good cook.
Yes, and oatmeal's good medicine.
All right.
I brought some spring water.
Imported from England.
British kings and queens have been drinking
this stuff for centuries to cure their ills.
Coming over here again,
caring for me and the child.
Kevin's fortunate
to have a friend like you.
Yeah, I suppose.
I need to stop by the Campbells'.
Promised I'd check on Stephen.
- The bitters aren't working. - Matthew.
I want some other cure.
Well, there's only so much I can give you.
How about some raspberry-leaf tea?
I don't want tea.
I want medicine. I want to feel better.
I want to feel like myself.
Sara.
You don't understand what this is like, Matthew.
I can feel my body changing,
the blood coursing under my skin,
swelling.
My mind is filled with hundreds of thoughts
popping in and out of my head,
clouding everything.
I don't know how I can do this.
You are just overwhelmed.
How can I raise a child, when I abandoned my own mother?
Shh, now, you know that's not the truth!
It might as well be.
Your mother stayed behind so that you and your brothers
could escape, so that you could be free.
She should be here with me!
And if she was, she would tell you
that what you are experiencing is natural!
Your body is sustaining two lives now,
which means a cold can feel like the plague
and a memory like a storm.
I'll make you that tea.
Yeah, the Campbells can wait 'til tomorrow.
No.
You should go.
I'm all right now.
No, it's no problem. I can stay.
Go on.
I'm fine.
Storm's passed.
I'll be back before you know it.
Mr. Kennedy, uh,
while I've not been apprised
of your specific targets,
a proper supply of Oxygen is
of the utmost, it's... it's...
you've done the cause a fine service,
doctor, truly.
Father's been acting oddly ever since
Kennedy approached him yesterday,
but I assume Kennedy's actions
were designed to provoke me.
And if they weren't?
Father makes it his business
to play every possible angle, but this?
There has to be another explanation.
Adam, have you seen father today?
Uh, no, sir, I haven't.
Shit!
As we speak,
Kennedy, I fear, is somewhere in the city,
with enough Greek Fire to slaughter New York,
just as we slaughtered Atlanta.
I was never in Atlanta.
What's the matter?
What did that message say?
It's nothing of importance.
It's just some business for Mr. Morehouse Senior.
Are you certain of that?
It's regarding the sale of some textiles.
Corky, what is it?
There were a few good things I took
from time in the Union army, Major.
Morse code was among them.
I could swear I just heard that machine say
"The rocket's red glare. 8:30.
Signed RCK".
I... I just work for your father.
I... I do as I'm told.
Good, because I'm telling you
to start listing off all the selected targets!
I don't know!
Or...
Or I start breaking some fingers!
No!
You don't need those to operate a telegraph, now, do you?
I don't remember all the targets!
I just know they're hotels, mostly.
Bullshit!
Aaaaah!
Aaaaaaah! No!
Corky, enough!
No no! Oh, God!
Oh!
Adam will tell me everything he knows.
Won't you, Adam? Yes.
I'll go to Kennedy's hotel,
see if there's anything we missed,
anything that might help us pick up his trail.
I'll wait for father.
Are you certain you don't want me
to carry that for you, sir?
What the hell is the meaning of this?!
Imagine my surprise
when I learned that my own father,
social pillar of New York, is a traitor
who's ruined the Morehouse name.
I have saved the Morehouse name.
Honestly, Robert,
I would love nothing more than
to put a bullet in your treacherous little head...
the trouble you've caused me and my boys...
but I promised Norbert, here, that
I would not harm his son.
Consider yourself a lucky man.
Fortune is positively smiling down on me.
You've been
taking care of Kevin while I was gone?
When he's needed taking care of.
Like when Kevin hurt his leg.
Yes, Annie, like then.
Do me a favor? Mm-hmm.
Take those in the kitchen and clean them.
The way Kevin flew in here last night,
it looked like the devil himself had taken hold.
Not the devil.
He just realized his wife is a monster,
best left locked away,
best left forgotten.
I doubt he believes that.
I wish he'd never found me.
Kevin didn't have to know the truth.
He could've moved on.
You know him better than that.
Kevin don't move on until he's ready,
until he knows what he needs to know.
Was Kevin...
these last few months, was he happy?
No.
And, for what it's worth,
in my experience,
true monsters feel no regret.
What are we looking for?
The list of the places
the Rebs are going to burn.
There ain't nothing here!
Give me a hand.
That the list?
No. And we're running out of time.
Is Robert here yet?
No, ma'am.
Did you send word?
I did.
No answer as of yet, ma'am.
Hmm.
I'd hate to miss curtain.
I wonder what's keeping him.
Thank you.
When you went off to war,
I was both proud and disappointed.
Disappointed because you've never been able
to fully comprehend the purpose of this war.
Spare me the justification, father.
Fetch the horses.
Yes, sir.
This city has burned before.
It will survive. It will thrive.
Whatever damage is done,
however many lives are lost,
it will be for the good of New York,
for the good of this country.
Nothing stands between us
and the pacific ocean but opportunity.
I know what you're thinking.
I sincerely doubt that.
Standing there, judging me.
One does not judge the judge.
There are times when a man is forced
to make difficult decisions.
I'm simply wondering when, exactly,
your lost your last vestige of humanity!
You're just like your mother!
Was it when mother died?
No need for those horses.
I see you found your father.
Along with Kennedy.
That explains his vacant hotel room.
Mr. Morehouse,
you and I are going to have
a little discussion about Kennedy's plans.
You...
you have no right to interrogate me.
A while ago, you told Robert
that I could be useful, but that I was
too smart for my own good.
I think you were wrong on both accounts.
Feel free to shoot him in the head
if he doesn't cooperate, Corky.
You'd see your own father killed?
There are times when a man is forced
to make difficult decisions.
Alasdair!
Call for my carriage.
Oh, Sara, I'm sorry the visit took so long.
Mr. Campbell was chewing my ear off.
But Stephen seems to be on the mend.
Sara?
Is everything all right?
Sara?
Sara.
Baby, wake up.
Baby, wake up, please?
Come on, baby, come on.
Baby, what did you do, hmm?
This has the highest population.
Detectives!
You locate Captain Sullivan?
No, sir. His housekeeper said he went to the theater.
The man does love his burlie shows.
O'Neill, you and Callahan
head to The Belmont.
Glynn, McDuffee, The Metropolitan.
I'll take Lovejoy's.
Phinbar, I need you at the St. James.
Corky.
Andrew, The Barnum's Museum is where...
Corky!
All right, gentlemen, we've got our orders.
Let's move out.
You go away from me, Francis.
Kevin, I...
I cocked everything up.
I know that.
But you need me.
Andrew told me what's going on.
Andrew should keep his fat mouth shut.
I have no need for...
look, no matter what's happened on the job,
I've always been by your side.
I helped you stop the Dillingham kidnappings.
Nearly lost me other eye, taking down
the goddamn Glowan brothers,
getting Annie out of Pompadou's.
I may be a lowlife, but I'm a damn good copper.
Probably the only thing I was ever good at.
I can help you, Kevin.
Let me help.
It is, after all,
Mr. Shakespeare's 300th birthday.
And, once we've raised the funds,
we'll hold a competition
amongst the very best sculptors.
Evening, Mrs. Haverford.
You look lovely.
Why, Captain Sullivan, how nice to see you.
I didn't realize you were a fan of the bard.
Any other rose would smell just as sweet.
Quite impressive.
Heavens, is Elizabeth Haverford
here unescorted this evening?
Mr. Morehouse appears to have been delayed,
so I came alone.
Well, if that's the case, might I have the privilege
of escorting you to your seat?
Why, Captain, what a lovely offer.
But, as a guest of the Booths,
I'll be sitting in Edwin's private box.
Ah, of course.
Well, I suppose I should get to my seat.
I hope to see you at the intermission.
Enjoy the show.
Liberty!
Freedom!
Tyranny is dead!
That mothers shall but smile
when they behold their children,
quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked
with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
with ate by his side come hot from hell,
shall in these confines with a monarch's voice,
cry 'havoc!'
and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
with carrion men, groaning for burial.
Revenge! About! Seek! Burn!
Fire! Kill! Slay!
Let not a traitor live!
Good friends, sweet friends,
let me not stir you up
to such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have,
alas, I know not,
that made them do it:
They are wise
and honourable.
If that thou be'st a Roman,
take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike! As thou didst at Caesar; For, I know,
when thou didst hate him worst,
thou lovedst him better
than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Sheathe your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will,
dishonour shall be humour.
O Cassius! You are yoked with a lamb
that carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
and straight is cold again.
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Ladies and gentlemen, there is no cause for alarm.
A small fire was discovered
next door at the Lafarge house
and was quickly extinguished.
The only individuals in danger this evening
are the characters on the stage.
To whom, we might point out,
the danger is not from fire,
but from their own ambition.
Friends, romans, countrymen,
what say we continue with the show?
In your bad strokes, Brutus,
excuse me. You give good words:
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
crying 'long live! Hail, Caesar!'
Antony, the posture of your blows
are yet unknown; But for your words,
they rob the hybla bees,
and leave them honeyless.
Not stingless too.
O, yes, and soundless too;
For you rob them of their buzzing, Antony,
and very wisely threat before you sting.
Villains!
The fires are out now!
The city is safe!
Thank you, Alasdair.
What do you think you're doing here?
You have to help me. I'm being hunted.
I must escape the city.
Now, you got plenty of money.
We could make a run for it to Canada,
start over, start a new life.
No!
"No"? What do you mean?
You lied to me, Bobby.
You said it would just be Barnum's
and the docks that would burn,
late at night,
when no innocent people were around.
You forgot to mention the hotels...
the true aim of your destruction.
Our cause is just.
But your means are not.
Now, run.
I sacrificed a great deal for this country.
The leg that I lost on that battlefield
was a wonderful leg.
It was, by far, the better of the two.
Due to my honorable sacrifice
and the part I played in exposing the conspiracy,
the Union is eternally grateful to me,
a gratitude which now means
good fortune for you.
Per my request, President Lincoln
will not hang you for treason.
You'll not even be imprisoned, father.
Thank you, son.
Instead, you have been granted
the distinct privilege of relocating
and assisting in the recovery of Atlanta.
What?
Extraordinary, isn't it?
An opportunity to reinvent yourself
as a small-business entrepreneur.
You, of course, will be given
enough capital to start said business.
Atlanta's a hotbed of opportunities
since the city was burned by Sherman.
Relish this chance, father.
I have no doubt you will flourish.
You and I will not see one another again.
Which, as far as I'm concerned,
is not long enough.
Matthew.
The baby!
Shh! Shh!
The baby's fine. The baby's fine.
It's fine.
You both are.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Oh, no no no no no no no, no no.
That stuff was 90% water, 10% alcohol.
Mama, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, mama.
Shh!
Just go to sleep now, okay?
You just go to sleep.
I'll find your mama for you, okay?
I'm going to take care of everything.
Behold, friends of Carmansville!
The remedy to all your ailments.
This here is the gen-u-ine article,
an elixir scientifically proven
to cure over 31 known diseases,
from toothaches to lumbago,
rheumatism to neuralgia.
Ah! Another enthusiastic customer.
Oh!
You sold my wife your snake oil?!
You could've killed her and our unborn child!
There must be some mistake.
Oh!
How many others have you
taken advantage of, promising false hopes
and filling their stomachs with poison?!
I'm a man of science!
You're a disease.
Oh!
If I ever catch you peddling your venom
around my wife again, I will kill you.
Do we have an understanding?
Last night went from tragedy to bliss.
Better to end in bliss.
You're my first hero.
When you're rich, it's easy to be a hero.
When you're rich, it's easy to be a villain.
Have you ever tried poor?
Yes.
Poor is tragedy.
Kevin,
I need you to hear me.
Save your strength, you idiot.
When you came back from the war,
I was going to tell you everything, I swear,
but I lost my nerve.
Things, they...
they spun out of control.
I tried to get the ledger from Grindle,
but she wouldn't hand the damn thing over.
We fought.
I ended up killing her.
Shit, Francis.
If I knew she lived up on 14th Street...
that's where Mary found the ledger.
I went crazy,
I demanded she hand the thing over,
but she refused,
just like her sister, she ended up the same way.
No matter what I do,
I end up killing the things I love.
I'm not asking for forgiveness, Kevin.
I needed you to know the entire truth.
You deserve that much from me.
We've all committed our share of sins.
Some of them part of the job,
some of them...
Part of us.
But you confessing all
don't make the worst go away.
Out, gentlemen.
This man needs surgery.
Oh, tare an'ouns, don't leave me
in the hands of this quack.
I'll just die a natural death.
Think of it as part of your penance.
Thank you
for watching after them... Ellen.
It meant a lot, to know she was safe.
Don't grow accustomed.
I'm a whore, not a nursemaid.
It's time you tended to your family.
Eva, you and I...
ugh!
Corky, please,
there's no need to acknowledge
the corn on my account.
I knew the day would come
that our little dance would run its course.
You're a remarkable woman.
You're goddamn right I am.
I just need to find a man
who doesn't always slip off into the night.
I don't know,
a business partner, perhaps.
The Mayor's a widower.
We had some smiles, you and I.
See you around, copper.
Maggie. Maggie.
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