They captured Kennedy.
I intend to ensure that you hang!
Do you intend to tell the authorities
of my involvement?
Well, that depends.
What they done to my brothers,
I can't find the strength to move past the memory.
The druids, they don't mess around.
A gun, a knife,
they're just tools to get a job done.
Two dead, five missing. All from Five Points.
How about a drink?
I can't have a repeat killer haunting my streets.
Paper, get your paper!
Oh, this one's a good one.
Paper!
Oh!
God dammit, Doman!
For god sakes stop!
Arg!
Mister Doman, ain't it?
Imagine runnin' into you this fine mornin'?
That's the second time
you've tried to hoop it on me, Doman!
We're gonna have a chat about those six missin' boys
and the drugs we found in your pocket!
Oh no, no, no, no, detective.
That, that was medicine in my pocket.
Legal medicine. I got piles.
Then what are you doin'
putting medicine in another man's drink?
Oh, did I? Musta thought the mug was my own.
A crowded bar, honest mistake.
Nothing honest about it, you toad.
Ungh!
Opinions aside, Detective,
you fellas got no evidence to prove otherwise.
Ungh!
Let's give him some time to rethink.
Put him in "the suite."
- Really? - Yeah.
No... no... no...
No! No!
Please!
Please... please...
Please, stop! Stop! Stop!
Agghhhh! Get me outta here!
Get me out of here! Please!
I'm finished.
James, have you seen my betrothed this morning?
Missus Haverford was up and left early, sir.
Volunteering for the ladies Christian Union,
I believe.
On our wedding day.
Remarkable woman. simply remarkable.
You got somethin' for me?
You see that my reply's delivered in a timely manner.
Will there be anything else?
You've told your sweet Robert
the truth of your involvement with us?
You know, dishonesty and secrets
are the death of far too many a marriage.
You need only consider your previous one.
Congratulations on your weddin' day,
Missus Haverford!
I wish you nothin' but great and perpetual happiness!
A bit smaller, Annie.
I know. I'm not finished yet.
Morning, Kevin.
Didn't hear you come home last night.
Workin' a case.
Should I fix you some breakfast?
No. No. I just came by to grab somethin'.
But you'll be home in time for the wedding?
Yeah, of course.
Major's sending a carriage to pick us up.
You are the best man, after all.
There's a...
There's a ceili at Callahan's tonight.
I was thinkin' we could go by afterwards,
make a nice evening of it?
Just like our first date.
You mean the night when, during the haymakers jig,
you tripped over old Missus Flynn
'cause you were too busy gawking at me?
Got me a second date, if I recall.
Do you want these in the kitchen, doc?
- Yes, sir. - Okay.
Never imagined we'd be seeing this old place again.
Are you sure you're all right?
Fine.
It's time we made some new memories here.
Please, Christ, let me outta here!
I thought you weren't sayin' another word?
I'm gonna give the two of you some privacy.
No, no, no, no, please, please, stop!
I'll tell you anything you wanna know!
But I didn't kill anybody!
I was just doin' my job! I swear!
I work for the government!
Bullshit!
No, no!
No, I'm tellin' the truth!
I recruit soldiers for the Union Army!
Please! Now get me outta here!
Amigone funeral parlor's set up.
They'll take twice as much next week.
Criminy, Francis.
O'Rourke's gonna be right pleased to hear that.
Speakin' of which,
I'd be happy to deliver the news myself.
Ain't properly had the chance to meet the man yet.
Ah, I'm not supposed to--
Ah, c'mon now, Seamus.
I been doin' good work for the druids, ain't I?
Sure.
So what's the harm in introducing me to O'Rourke?
Especially coming from you, one of his favorite boys.
That's a good point.
A word from me would mean a lot.
Ah, then the matter's settled.
Ah, yer a fine man, Mr. Walsh,
no matter what your brother-in-law says.
You have to see this! He stinks all the way up here!
- Really? - Here.
Stop! Stop! I'm freezing!
I'm what some call a bounty broker.
For each soldier we sign up, we get paid.
Usually I have no problem talkin' them into joining:
A little whiskey, a few tales of glory...
They'd be all fired up for Uncle Sam...
and a paycheck.
War drags on, huh?
Word of the slaughter trickles up North, doesn't it?
Ain't as appealing,
once you see men returnin' home missin' their arms and legs.
So you started drugging 'em?
Oh, I prefer "loosening their inhibitions."
Well, let's call it kidnapping.
Hit him again.
That's what you're doing, ain't it, pimp? Huh?
Is that what it is?! You stink!
Hit him again! Go!
You're shanghaiing these boys and shipping them off
to wake up in the middle of some goddamn field!
You gotta understand. There's quotas to fill.
If we don't procure the men, some other broker will.
Again.
So how did the McGrath boy end up dead?
Oh no, no, no! That was my partner.
Calls himself "John Smith."
He tipped me off to the brothers,
said they'd make "solid recruits."
And while the two of us
would normally work a pair like them together,
he went off and hired some goon to take his spot!
What sort of goon?
Big, Bavarian fella named Brubacher!
I never met him before. I never seen him since.
You're sayin' he killed John McGrath?
We bought the boys a round,
put a few drops in their rag water,
helped 'em outta the bar.
Then one of the brothers starts struggling,
and my sauerkraut-eating pal goes berserk,
starts beating the breath outta the poor kid!
Why didn't you just stop him?
He was pure muscle and hardtack!
I wasn't about to... get my head caved in,
so I... I took off.
I told my partner I'd stick to solo work.
Where's this partner of yours?
And where are the rest of those missin' boys?
I don't know. I don't know.
- Again. - No, no!
- We need more men. - For what reason?
You've already got the suspect in custody.
He works with a partner. Goes by "John Smith."
We're guessin' that ain't his given name.
Doman snatches the recruits, then hands them over to smith,
who delivers the boys to the union,
and today's delivery day.
According to Doman.
When is this delivery?
Claims he doesn't know.
And where are the boys now?
Not sure.
Only location Doman met Smith, aside from taverns,
was an office off Delancey.
So, you expect me to reassign my men
based off the claims of a crook
who offers no proof in return?
No, I expect you to do it based on my judgment, sir.
Request denied.
I've just sent twenty men over to the eighth
to help put down a donnybrook.
Besides, if this so-called partner exists,
I feel certain my most capable detectives,
Lord Corcoran, and Duke McSavage,
will turn up actual evidence in proving it.
Unless there's something more important on today's agenda,
Your Highnessness?
Good. Then I suggest you move your asses
and get your jobs done, gentlemen.
Can I get the crystal vases here with the cream roses?
And we need to replace all of these candles on both.
Yes, ma'am.
I have a confession to make.
A confession?
Yes. This morning I wondered if you had finally ran off,
realizing the mistake in agreeing to this marriage.
The silver's being loaded into the carriage as we speak.
Pity.
Then I should take one last look to remember you by.
But on the off chance you do decide to stay,
any final words before we take the plunge?
Words are inefficient, dear Robert.
No signal for another train
No further down the line
No, sinner, you are truly lost
If for once you're left behind
Get on board, get on board, get on board
Matthew...
Don't just stand there smilin' like a Sunday drunk.
There is plenty to do today.
Well, I best just get right to work then.
Mm-hmm.
Miss Heissen, what a nice surprise.
Thought I would welcome you folks
back to the neighborhood.
Traditional pastries from my homeland,
along with a bottle of Kohler & Frohling wine
from California.
Well, that's very thoughtful of you.
After the hospitality you showed me,
this is the least I can do.
This is John Smith's place,
but I don't what's here that'll tell you anything.
Well, his real name for instance.
Long as I got paid, didn't matter to me.
You're telling me you never picked up on something?
Anything?
Overheard a name, a number...
Because if that's really the case...
Then we got no more use for ya.
I'd never killed a man until the war.
The first one, that was...
That was hard.
Harder on him, of course.
After the first dozen, killin' came easy.
Top shelf on the left, I mean, there's a file of his.
I used to sneak peeks at it from time to time,
make sure I was gettin' my fair share.
Invoices, bills...
Anything useful?
Maybe.
Name of U.S. Army recruiting officer
Sergeant Major Atticus Reid.
Smith's contact?
Could be. I'll pay him a visit.
You stay here,
keep lookin' for something that'll help us find Smith.
You sure you got time for that?
I could go to the recruiter myself.
You gotta get to that wedding.
I've got more time than those boys have.
Besides, I'm hoping my past service
will help convince this sergeant major
to cooperate.
You enter at your own risk.
Uh, this week's take, Mister O'Rourke...
and, uh, this here is, uh
Francis Maguire.
Yeah. He's been doing such a good job for us,
I thought, well...
Thank you, Seamus.
Of course.
That means you may leave.
So you're the one-eyed detective.
I ain't a detective no more.
You still got the bad eye, though.
Sit down.
Now why would you have poor wee Seamus
bring you down here, Detective?
I wanted to express my appreciation to you,
for givin' me some work.
I give you shite work,
which can be done by an idiot with half a brain.
Seamus, for example.
Are you happy with shite work, Detective?
Think I could be more than just some delivery boy,
an asset.
A few years back, me cousin got pinched
liftin' goods from Joe Hill's grocery.
Did I arrest him?
You shot him in the ass.
Ah, my cousin's a prick.
I'm sure he deserved to bleed.
I wanna know what you're really offering, Detective.
A man with no options will do anything to survive.
I'm yours. Gimme more responsibility.
A generous offer, but also problematic.
Even with your supposed fall from grace,
in my experience, once a cop, always a cop.
Then let me prove me self.
Mister Maguire,
I still have two good eyes
and I believe what I see with 'em.
The only way I'd ever trust a fella like you
is if you took out one of your own.
You'd have to kill a Copper.
Fair enough.
Got just the fella in mind, as well.
We have to leave for the wedding.
There's too much to do down here.
Sara, the gown you created will be perfect.
The guests will welcome us, conversation,
there'll be dancing.
Besides, we must go.
Major Morehouse has agreed to assist me
in my search for your mother.
What? Matthew, no!
I told you I don't wanna be in anyone's debt.
I have exhausted all options in my search.
She sold, but I can't find out where.
The Major's effort will be our last
and, most likely, best resort.
And Sara...
You want to see your mother,
and our friend will help us make that happen.
So...
Let us be friendly in return,
go and celebrate his wedding day.
You don't waltz in here and dictate
how the United States Government
goes about business, son.
Not when your people tried to tear this goddamn city down
just to avoid the draft.
My people have done more than their share
in this war.
Yeah, you Irish have a talent for fighting and dying,
that I'll give ya.
These are kids we're talking about.
So you said.
I'll fill you in on a little secret.
I don't give a tinker's damn where these kids come from.
We need bodies so bad we're takin' niggers now,
for chrissake.
This is kidnapping, Sergeant Major--
Look, shitbird,
I get that you've got a job to do.
So do I.
And this goddamn war tearin' our country apart
is bigger than you, me,
or a handful of the Five Points slum rats.
You, of all people,
should damn well know that to be true.
Perfumed generals don't win wars, Corporal,
cannon fodder does.
Stopped being a corporal seven months ago, Sarge.
Thanks for the time.
Detective, I believe you dropped somethin'.
By sundown, they'll likely be gone.
You'll need to hurry.
Go upstairs, get changed.
- Really? - Yes.
I'm not about to attend a high society wedding
by myself.
The bride is ready, sir,
Mister Morehouse, your bride is ready.
We need to begin.
- My best man isn't-- - Right this way.
This may be him. There's his wife.
Join me, James. You've been drafted.
This is highly unregular, sir.
When have you known me to follow convention?
Besides, who better to be my best man
than one who sees me naked each day?
I require and charge you both,
as ye shall answer
at the dreadful day ofjudgment
when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed.
If either of you know any impediment
why ye should not lawfully join together in matrimony,
ye must now confess it.
This cop we're lookin' for...
I trust it's somethin' personal?
If it wasn't for this fella, I'd still have my job...
My old life.
Really, though, just better him than me.
Always is, detective.
Any prig can pull a trigger.
I'd prefer you get your hands dirty.
Unless you don't think you can get this close,
to see him in his eyes.
I, Robert Luther Morehouse, take thee, Elizabeth Victoria,
to be my wedded wife,
to have and to hold from this day forward.
For better and for worse,
for richer and poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish until death do us part.
By the giving and receiving of a ring,
and the joining of hands,
I pronounce they are man and wife.
Blood red on copper blue.
In the name of the father
and of the son, and of the holy ghost...
My favorite colors.
May the Lord bless and preserve you,
both in this life and in the world to come...
There he is,
the luckiest one-legged millionaire
in all of New York City.
All of us millionaires
are missing some part of ourselves,
Mister Donovan.
A brain, a heart...
And Missus Morehouse, you look lovely.
Why thank you.
We may be neighbors soon.
The Coddington place is rumored to be up for sale,
and the missus and I will be putting in a bid.
Oh, I would've thought you'd be obligated
to reside in the sixth ward,
considering your political office.
No, no, we amended the city charter just last year.
There's no requirement for me to live anywhere.
Isn't democracy a beautiful thing altogether?
Excuse me.
The mayor sends his regrets.
Gunther's worried over his reelection prospects.
I'm well aware of my "atypical" reputation.
A reputation, as some of us recall,
that includes foiling a dangerous Confederate plot
single-handedly.
There were a lot of fine men who--
and you'll be testifying against Kennedy
at his trial?
As the proceedings are a secret military tribunal,
I can neither confirm nor deny any involvement.
What?
How many of you are there?
Six.
It's all right. You'll be all right.
McGrath?
Detective Corcoran.
Thank God you're here.
I left word that I tracked down my boy,
and I was, I was comin' down here
to get him out of here...
...to get them all out of here.
"John Smith."
Your boys would've recognized you.
That's why you hired the Bavarian
to go along with Doman.
You Michael?
Yeah.
I'm a detective.
Can you free the rest of these boys?
Yeah.
You get all high and mighty if you like,
but you don't know him or the other one...
My so-called "sons."
Years on the road providing for them
and their worthless drunk of a mother,
only to come home and be treated like scum.
They're your sons.
They were her sons!
Go on, get out!
So you started to sell 'em off?
Well, it's about time I finally got a return
for them lazy shits.
Sir!
Michael, your brother is dead because of this lousy bastard.
I know.
Still, I ain't sure Johnny woulda wanted this.
But he deserves to suffer,
cold and alone, like he left us here.
Let him live out his days in chains.
Go on.
Thank you, sir.
Tell your ma she doesn't have to worry about him anymore.
Ungh! Argh!
Whoa! Whoa!
Don't seem near enough justice to see you in chains.
So you're gonna kill me?
I'll give you a choice...
more than you ever offered your own sons.
Either I end this now...
...or you learn firsthand what dying looks like.
Why, Annie Reilly, what were you doing up there?
Uh, looking for my coat. I am well past my bedtime.
We have people for that, Miss Reilly.
Tell the help and they'll fetch
your belongings.
You never looked handsomer, Mister Morehouse.
Not exactly how I envisioned our wedding night.
Look at you, Robert.
You may be a Morehouse by name,
but tolerance for this indulgence
takes a lifetime of practice, my dear.
I don't deserve you. I don't deserve any joy.
I'm a terrible person.
Shh... you're exhausted.
No.
No... I'm a charlatan.
A deceiver who...
Before all of our friends and family,
before God himself...
Elizabeth, you're speaking nonsense.
I know exactly whom I married.
If you knew, you would despise me.
You could be the devil himself
and I would still find you irresistible.
I conspired in the plot to burn New York City.
I think, perhaps,
we should take a rest from the opium.
Mister Kennedy came to me shortly after Winfred's death,
seeking financial support.
I was vulnerable and I...
This isn't funny.
The fires were only to be a sign of protest.
When places were deserted, no casualties.
Elizabeth, stop!
They preyed upon my naiveté.
Forgive me, Robert.
Forgive you?
Forgive you?!
Do you realize that I exiled my father for his involvement?
My own father!
What else are you involved in?
What lies have you sown?
It was a terrible mistake, I had nowhere to turn.
Those vows you spoke earlier...
Did you mean a word of them?
Do you even love me?
Yes, of course. Of course!
Robert, I love you. Please, I need you, Robert.
Robert, I need you!
Please, if you testify...
God, Robert! Please! Please!
Welcome to the United States Army.
Now for your... enlistment bonus.
I'll ensure his family receives it.
You find any more fresh fish,
you send 'em my way, Irish.
"Union now and forever," Private McGrath.
Ellen, I should have sent word, I know.
Tonight, something came up, something important.
I had to keep on the move.
It's all right.
I know I promised ya--
I said it's all right, Kevin.
But you should apologize to Mister Morehouse.
There were lives at stake.
There always are.
Say what you want to say, Ellen.
You have this instinct to protect people, Kevin.
I love that in you, the nobility...
But, sometimes, I can't help but feel that you...
You choose to save others' lives
at the expense of our own.
It was just a wedding.
No, no, this is how life's always been,
ever since the beginning.
When you were a boxer,
you used to leave for days at a time,
going from match to match.
Trying to provide for us, for our family.
To give you things, more than a dirt floor.
How did volunteering for another man's war
provide for us?
I did what I thought was best.
For you.
For us...
...for our daughter.
She was 18-months-old when you left.
You remember that time we came back from Peekskill
and Maggie was burnin' up with this fever?
And that first hospital we came to
refused to treat her because we were Irish?
How does going off to war change that, Kevin?
That day, I swore an oath to myself,
to Maggie,
that she would never be treated that way again.
That she would grow up to be seen as an American.
By fighting "another man's war,"
it became my war, my country.
Our country.
That Maggie belonged here.
And yet the house is empty.
Detective!
Come here.
I thought it was the groom that got cold feet.
Loose ends with the McGrath case needed... tying up.
Let me give you a tip.
You're fine police,
and your dedication to the job is admirable.
Fellas like you and me.. where we come from,
can't be passing up opportunities,
can't be breaking a commitment to important people.
So if you fancy a life
beyond that hunk of metal hanging in your pocket,
you best start thinking past the street.
Yes, sir. Thanks for the advice.
I'm only looking out for ya.
Now go have yourself a drink on me.
Thank you.
All right?
Richie.
Evening, stranger.
You have your money smile on tonight.
Not a vacant room in the joint.
We're filled to the gills.
Even your friend Robert Morehouse is here.
On his wedding night?
Seems he's decided to play the gander
and spend the eve with anyone but the new missus.
Christ.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
He tips like a turk.
But you may wanna check his pulse.
Not looking so swell yourself, Corky.
Long day.
Trouble at home?
Never been better.
Bullshit.
Sometimes I am a butcher
And then I feel fat ware
Sir, and if the flank be flesh-ed,
Well, I take no further care
Sometimes I am a baker, and bake both white and brown.
Kevin!
Thank goodness the cavalry has arrived!
You want to hear a real bawdy song,
Corky here's your man.
Lottie, get out.
She hasn't heard the shoemaker verse.
She hasn't.
Well, Kevin, you've managed to ruin my day twice.
Let me take you home.
That is not even remotely an option.
Why? What happened?
Are you taking an interest in my wedding?
Because there was a distinct lack of interest earlier.
I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice.
Truth be told,
your absence was the least of my disappointments.
Are you talking about Elizabeth?
Why is it those we hold closest deceive us?
Everyone hides certain parts of themselves, Major,
especially from those we care for.
Well, have you shared your worst with Elizabeth?
Given her a glimpse of how we were in battle?
Because that's...
That's something my wife never needs to know.
Certain things are best left hidden away.
So...
You've forgiven Ellen?
Let's just say I'm...
...trying to honor my commitment.
Just like on the battlefield.
Shove up, Major. You and me...
We're bunkin' up tonight.
Then take off your goddamn boots
before Kennedy strolls in.
Something to drink, Lady Sara?
That'd be lovely, Prince Matthew.
Have some of Miss Heissen's wine, hmm?
You keep tellin' me you're fine.
I am.
I will be.
Yet here we are,
lookin' out at that same lamppost,
thinkin' about what happened to your brothers.
Just a memory.
That memory's part of you.
What you witnessed...
It's something I'm tired of runnin' from.
Then what can I do?
How do I help you turn around and face it?
You don't.
Sara?
Sara!
- No more! - Sara!
No more, Matthew.
No more!
Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!
Let's get the children home.
Come on.
Oh yeah.
Oh my.
Come on, let's go.
Yeah.
Oh yeah.
Where's your damned partner?
I, uh... I sent word for him.
Then this is your case.
Yes, sir, captain.
I want names.
I want the culprits brought to me.
Don't disappoint me, O'Brien.
I'm in a ferorious mood!
Eyes up, gentlemen!
Yes, sir.
You do not sleep.
You do not leave these streets until every last crook,
ramper and sneak-thief is accounted for!
Crack skulls! Kick asses!
Yes, sir.
Do whatever you must.
Find the no-good sonofabitch who stabbed that boy!
he was one of our own!
See thatjustice is done.