I can't do this anymore.
You are dismissed, corporal.
I've got a new girl, Lola. She's practically a virgin.
The killer is Francis Maguire.
I heard him admit the murder meself.
Please tell me you didn't kill Phinbar.
The forger's a true artist.
Where are my plates, O'Rourke?
Them bastard cops grabbed them,
along with our man Maguire.
First thing sunrise,
We storm the precinct and get back what's mine!
Did I scare you last night?
Why would ya?
I scare myself sometimes.
I get wild, tip over,
lose myself in what I'm doing.
I think it's the gypsy in me.
I have to tire myself out to get back.
Well...
...I needed a little tired.
You're shaving first thing in the morning?
Yeah. So?
Didn't think you were the type
to get all washed up before work.
Only after a big drink.
Helps me focus, see if I'm steady.
What's your real name?
What do you mean?
I've been around Eva's long enough.
None of you use your Christian names.
Who says I'm a Christian?
Fine. Victoria.
Come on.
Honestly? Yeah.
Rose.
Oh, I'm not buying that.
The absolute truth? Gloria.
You win. Lola it is.
Did you send my message?
Sure I did.
Said he'd be right down
after your audience with Pope Pious.
Now shut your mouth
before ya catch yourself another beatin',
ya cop killer, all right?
You aren't seein' anyone, and you aren't going anywhere.
You're gonna stay here and fester!
I don't know. Do I have to?
Yes.
Now, once more. Are you ready?
Mm-hmm. mm-hmm.
Greenbacks! Free money!
Here you're rich. You're rich! It's all yours, fellas!
There's a pot of gold! It's the end of your rainbow!
Take it! And there!
You'll never work again in your life!
What in the good hell?!
Hands up!
- Down, you coppers! - Get back! Move!
Get down! Kiss the floor, you bastards!
- Right! - I said down!
You move...
Get down!
...You die!
Get down, pig! Pig, get down!
Get down! Get down! Get down!
- Down! Now! - That's it, you!
Don't blink at me! Don't look at me!
Just stay still!
Get down! Come on!
Right. Stay where you are. All o' ya!
Good morning to all!
Morning it is. But good?
Good is such a small and aspiring word.
Who the hell do you think you are?!
Shut up!
Mister Philomen Keating, preeminent malefactor,
currently specializing in custom-made currency.
The counterfeiter.
Incarnate.
And I've heard much about you, Captain Sullivan.
Now, I know at this early hour
you are understaffed and vulnerable.
So let's play nice, shall we?
I want my printing plates, and I want them now.
Lola?
Gloria, Rose...
It was... It is... for the best.
...for both of us.
It's like Donovan said...
Some things only get more broke the more you try to fix 'em.
If that ain't the truth.
Thanks for the night.
Where are my printing plates, Captain Sullivan?
Find my plates!
Well...
Why, hello.
Such a beautiful couple.
I want me plates!
Please, we're only here to report a theft.
Oh...
Someone has done you wrong?
A frustrating feeling, isn't it?
Come here.
Shh... it's okay.
Stop!
No!
Jesus Christ!
My plates?
I don't know what you're talking about!
Bullshit!
When I asked out there your face fell.
You knew exactly why I was here and what I would do for them!
I am in a hurry!
So do not waste my time, Captain!
Trust me, you don't want to see what I am capable of
when a situation deteriorates!
They're here, right here!
There's no need for any more of this.
That drawer there?
No, I don't think there. no!
Or there, or there...
...or there, or there!
Take the guns! Let's move!
Search everywhere!
The damn drawers are empty!
- Any luck?! - No!
Shit! Keep checkin'! Shut the blinds!
Where the hell are the goddamn things?!
Nothin' but goddamn papers!
Anything?!
Not a damn thing! Jam the door shut!
Give it.
All right, all right!
Can I have my clothes now?
What's with the herd of folks out front?
Earn your clothes.
You do know how to fire a pistol, don't ya?
Now, now...
Argh! God!
Nice shootin', ya bleedin' gabbey!
Next time shut your eyes. You might actually hit the man
somewhere between his balls and his brains!
What the shit, Seamus?!
How does this copper know your name?
No, I can explain.
Explain what?!
We gave ya the 200 coins for blowin' in Francis Maguire.
And now y'gone and shot me! Goddamn it!
Mister O'Rourke,
Tell me our search has been successful!
No, boss, not yet!
What did you expect to achieve
by governing an institution such as this?
Order? Justice?
This is the only order there is,
and the only justice you get in this world
is the one you can afford.
But if you take justice into your own hands,
you can create your own order.
I've built an empire from order.
And I will not have it taken away from me.
Where are my blessed plates, Captain?!
Get Maguire!
About damn time!
Seamus, what's with the birthday suit?
O'Rourke.
I didn't expect to see you still standin'.
Takes more than a beatin' to keep me down.
What in the hell?
Corky, get over here now! Corky!
Andrew, what's going on?
The Druids,
they took over the precinct.
They got hostages.
There were several shots fired, but...
But we don't know if any...
Oh, sweet Christ.
Francis.
Get the hell off the street!
Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Move! Go!
Goddamnit! How many are there?!
I think I saw half a dozen!
Sounds like more than that!
That's because they're in a building full of guns,Andrew!
Our guns.
Cover! We need cover!
...and as many coppers as you can find!
Hold your fire there, lads!
You're only making a lotta racket!
We need to save our bullets!
Morning, Mister Maguire.
Where's wee Seamus?
Seems our boy was a turncoat.
He's awaitin' his sentence.
A celestial circle of blue.
A beautiful, affecting sight.
Oh, and here come the dregs from the basement!
Welcome! Welcome!
The more the merrier for this party!
Over against the wall. Come on!
The philistine who arrested you, is he here?
Hell if I know.
Now that I'm on the other side,
all coppers look the same to me.
Then let me ask you.
Where are my goddamn plates?
Hey.
No one knows. Fascinating.
To my knowledge,
it is customary that when a man is arrested...
...the items found on his person are confiscated as evidence.
Yet my men have searched every room,
every drawer,
every goddamn locker.
And there is no evidence of Mister Maguire's arrest.
Allow me to be clear:
I came here in search of possessions
that belong to me.
I will not leave
until I have those possessions back.
You people are commodities to me;
products that I will trade and use as needed.
And if someone doesn't tell me where my possessions are,
you are products that I will dispose of
at my leisure.
Where are they?
Here!
- You all armed?! - Aye! Aye!
Any sign of Sullivan?
No! Can we get in touch with Donovan?
He went north last night.
You two!
Take the alley outside Schwartz's pawn shop now!
Right away, sir! Come on!
Hey.
I need you to take the back door! Go! Now!
Detective, last night--
I don't give a damn about last night!
But I found Annie.
I tried to bring her home, to your home,
but your wife, Ellen, she wouldn't have her.
And Annie said she wanted to wait for you...
...here in the precinct.
Hold your fire until I say so!
Hold your fire!
Goddamn it! I said save your bullets!
Put him there!
Put the captain there with his men.
I want to talk to whoever's in charge in there!
Stay down!
You're gonna negotiate with these assholes?!
What other choice do we got?
I said I wanna talk! Do you hear me?!
I speak not to the unknown!
Who calls for me?
Detective Corcoran!
What seems to be the problem, detective?
Son of a bitch thinks he's a comedian.
I'm assuming you're not acting out of whim or caprice.
So I'm curious, what's drivin' ya?
How can we help?
Ah, yes, what is the inspiration
for such an act?
That is your question and it is a damn good one!
The spirit behind the decision to enter this building,
Is it a divine spirit, you may wonder?
The truth?
I cannot identify between the omnipotent
and the ambitions of man!
Can you, sir?!
Hello? Good sir?!
Stand down! Everyone stand down!
What is it you want? Money?
I have more money than King Solomon.
I want my printing plates, Francis Maguire,
and free passage out of this city
for me and my men.
What printing plates?
You know damn well.
The plates your men stripped from Maguire last night.
What's he talking about?
When we picked up Francis
He was carrying counterfeitin' plates.
We processed them like any evidence.
My man here, he was in on the arrest!
He says they're in the locker!
Do you suggest I am mindless enough
that I did not look there?
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Do you have any wounded in there?
It's a wee bit of a mess, I'd say.
Any...
Any wounded children?
No!
Not yet.
I'm still in a hopeful mood.
Please don't hurt anyone else!
We'll find those plates, get you transport,
whatever else you need, but it'll take some time!
Time.
Time. Time.
Money I can make, but time...
Until then, can we get a doctor in there,
take a look at the wounded?
Are you still there?!
Are you there?!
Find my plates, Detective!
Your doctor will have precisely 15 minutes,
but I warn you, if he's not a doctor,
you'll need a mortician.
Get Freeman!
Yes, sir, Detective, right away.
I'll bury Maguire for bringing this bullshit business
into our precinct.
Where the hell are those plates?!
Pray tell.
Coppers at all entrances, front and back.
They got us surrounded.
Well, we've got the hostages.
My chips are on the table.
I've braved harsher fires than this.
Dressing and--
The marine sponge and uh...
Opium powder?
Ah.
Please.
Will you be okay?
Okay? No. I'll worry myself sick.
I promise, I will--
Don't say it. Just go, do the job,
and come home safe.
I'll get the room ready here
in case we need to take care of any wounded.
All right.
There are six men as far as we know.
Where they're stationed, I, I can't tell ya.
But I know the hostages
are both coppers and civilians.
And Matthew...
Annie's in there.
They say they haven't hurt any children, but--
I'll look for her first, Corky.
If I had another option, any other,
I wouldn't ask you to go in.
The doctor's comin' in!
Keep walkin'.
Apologies, can't be too cautious.
Are you a real doctor, medical doctor,
or some kind of African witch doctor
with spells and such?
A medical doctor, yes.
Pleased to see ya as always,
Doctor Freeman.
Doctor Free-man. Huh.
Oh, you know what? Forgot to mention one caveat.
If you're not out of here in exactly 15 minutes,
beginning... now,
I will kill you.
Got it?!
Easy. You're okay, you're okay, hmm?
For the time being he is. But I...
...can't make any guarantees in regards to his future.
Am I gonna die?
No, Captain.
Huh.
Put on the whole armor of God,
that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood,
but against principalities,
against powers,
against the rulers of darkness of this world,
against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God
that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day
and having done all to stand.
Stand therefore.
Stand.
Without surgery,
Captain Sullivan is sure to die and soon.
With your permission,
I'd like to have one of the hostages
help me carry the wounded man out.
Two for one?
You are shrewder than you look, doctor.
And for a smoke,
you've some pair of balls on ya.
You have achieved the impossible.
You have taken down the strongest precinct
in New York.
And you have the power to take lives.
But you also have the power to save lives.
Allow me to help you save this one man.
Let's play a game of democracy
in the way our beloved government declares it does!
You get one vote. The motion on the table:
Do we allow the black doc to remove Captain Sullivan
from the premises?
Come on now. Vote yes,
Captain Sullivan goes to surgery.
Vote no, he remains here to die.
But there's a catch.
Isn't there always?
A life for a life.
Now, sir--
Quiet, nigger.
If you vote to release Captain Sullivan,
one of you will take his place and die.
And if you vote to retain Captain Sullivan
and watch his life wither away,
you stand a good chance of living.
Now hands up for those who are willing
to release the good captain!
Oh, I'm sorry.
For those of you with your hands tied,
say, "Me! Me! Me!"
Such handsome selfishness.
Not a single one of you cares about Sullivan's life?
This is too amusing.
But I admit I love the irony
of an Irish police captain's life
in the hands of a negro.
So, go ahead.
Get one of those useless coppers from out there.
You do understand,
You've got less than four minutes left.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
I need a man to help me carry out Captain Sullivan
and get him to surgery right now!
I want assurances
that the man coming inside will not be harmed!
Detective,
I can assure you that your man has three minutes!
I need to see what's going on in there.
It's all right, I'm comin' in.
Get in here!
What the hell? Settle down!
Move it! Get in there!
How goes the search for my goods?
- Slowly. - It's a shame.
There's only two things that should be done slowly,
and one of them is pork, roast pork.
Why kill the innocent...
...for a few pieces of missing steel?
Innocent or no,
there is and always has been only one reason to kill:
Money.
Why didn't the Union allow the Confederacy to secede?
Money, cotton money.
And what happened next? Killing.
Hundreds of thousands dead because of Washington's
ever-ambitious empire, Detective!
They institute a federal currency
ruining states' rights, independent banks' rights,
and only one party wins: the federal government.
So if they have the right and the power to print money,
then so do I.
This is madness.
Well, for some of us, madness is the only place
in which to make our fortunes.
Corcoran, please!
The only reason I haven't yet shot you
is because I want to see if you and this dark doctor
can carry a grown man out of here in...
Twenty-two seconds.
19, 18, 17, 16, 15,
14, 13, 12, 11,
ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two...
Matthew, I didn't see Annie in there.
She's safe, hiding in your office.
They haven't found her, yet.
You've got 'til quarter past the hour
to get me my plates,
two carriages out in front, a clear path to the docks,
and an unguarded boat waiting there!
Otherwise the death toll will rise quickly!
They got two in the front, four in the muster room.
Of the hostages alive, they got seven of our boys,
eight civilians and Annie.
Which one of you's the fastest?
I won the Tammany fourth of July race
three years runnin'.
There's a Norwegian named Oma
at Fatty's Saloon on Mulberry.
You'll recognize him.
Say we need one large piece of pie,
and go grab me two steaks.
You, go grab the rest of our boys
and bring 'em to me now! Go!
All right, you just rest now.
It was bad. Your face tells me that.
I don't know why, Sara, but there are days when...
...a shadow descends upon a place,
a dark, bloody pall,
same as on the battlefield, same as at the precinct today.
And, oh yes,
one can fight it with all his might,
but it's almost as if the shadow
needs to beat its own self down,
eat its own self 'fore it fades away and...
There are days this world makes no sense to me...
...none at all.
Which one of you can sing?
What's your name?
Felix the tenor, sir.
Why is that?
Because, sir, my name is Felix and I sing tenor.
Well, Felix,
I want you to sing me the saddest song you know.
Dear thoughts are in my mind
And my soul soars enchanted
As I hear the sweet larks--
From the Norwegian.
Good. Set it down there.
All right, if he wants mayhem,
let's give him mayhem.
What the Jesus?
They sent us beef!
Holy shit!
Let's go! Go! Go! Go!
Tommy, hurry!
Got him!
Shoot!
Police! Drop your weapons! Stay where you are!
Wait! Stop!
Argh!
Stay down!
Everyone stay down!
Cover the stairs!
Run!
Agh!
Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh!
Shoot once more and I'll kill the girl!
Hold your fire! That's an order!
Hold fire!
Please, please, please, please...
I want all copper weapons on the floor!
Try and hold onto a second weapon...
...any other weapon, I goddamn dare you!
If one shot is fired, she dies.
Do what he says! Now!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Grab 'em!
It's you or the young lass, Detective Corcoran.
And I will take pleasure in killing her.
Please, Kevin! Please! Please! Agh!
Please, Kevin, please, no!
You got me.
Now let her go.
Go on, child, go!
I'm growing tired.
So this is the last time I'm gonna make this request.
Ungh!
Agh!
I have no idea where your plates are--
It was simple!
Hand over two pieces of metal.
But, no, you gotta be the government man,
the man with a badge.
Well, now you die for your sins.
Wait!
Mister Maguire, What say you?
Corcoran's the bastard who sent me to swing.
Would be a pleasure to pay him back for it.
Be my guest.
Francis!
Don't do this.
Mind yourself, Andrew.
Been waiting a while for this, Corky.
And here's that I thought I'd reach hell before you.
But life's full of surprises, isn't it?
Slan go foill.
Agh!
You see, Mister Keating...
A man can only climb so high...
...before his ambitions become too much
and he must be taken down.
The Druids are dead.
But as I said...
...life's full of surprises.
You saved my life when New York burnt.
Now I saved yours.
We're square.
Detective?
Yeah?
Oh, I don't know, it's just...
...guess I never thought something like this could happen here.
Neither did I, kid.
But we got our home back.
Why wasn't I informed?
Captain Sullivan wasn't even in the know.
And thank the good Lord for that negro doctor of yours,
or else we would have lost another fine man.
Francis went in deep.
He had to think like them, act like them, smell like them.
He had to become one of them.
For chrissakes.
We lost innocent civilians,
and several of our own men today!
And what about Phinbar?
I did not kill, little Byrnes-
Casualties!
You're a soldier, Corcoran.
You know losses come for the greater good.
I'm gonna tell you gentlemen something
that does not leave this room.
These Howard Keating was searching for.
The Union Army is counterfeiting money,
Confederate money,
and flooding the South with the bills.
A flood which is destroying what little was left
of their economy.
In retaliation, the rebs wanted to do the same.
We could not afford to let that happen here!
When I mustered out, the high command approached me,
asked me to track down Keating,
knowing full well he had been hired by the Confederacy
to strike New York.
The assignment: Put him out of business.
So...
...money over lives, is it?
It's reality, Detective.
The dirty little side of the war
that gains no headlines,
earns no commendations.
And in that skirmish,
Francis Maguire was a valiant soldier.
He was in the precinct the entire time,
gun in hand,
and did nothing to stop Keating's slaughter!
I was in holding half the time!
If I'd'a fired on 'em,
it would have been the death of me
and the investigation!
I need to know, Francis...
Who killed Phinbar?
James O'Rourke.
And today, Corky, thanks to you,
the murderin' bastard got his.
Lads, enough!
Detective Maguire.
Now look, I understand some serious shit
has gone down between the two of ye.
Moving forward,
you two will work for me, together...
...like it or not.
To what's to be.
Shake the man's hand, Detective.