I conspired in the plot to burn New York City.
Please, if you testify...
I refuse to continue to be a part of this.
Now's not the time to be stupid.
I will not involve my husband in my mistakes,
and you will not become free of this jail.
We found the plantation to which your mother was sold.
I, personally, will go to the plantation
and shepherd Sara's mother to your door.
You saved my life when New York burnt.
Agh!
Now I saved yours. We're square.
Detective Maguire.
Shake the man's hand, Detective.
Go away, you devil. Go!
That little brat was looking up skirt!
New York City celebrates inauguration day!
Paper, get your paper here!
Detectives, sorry to keep you waiting.
Come on in.
We have a man dead in the Center Street tenement,
an uptown man, wealthy, visible,
and wouldn't you know, good.
Alderman Stephen Bartlett.
He was earnest.
He attended to the needs of immigrants and the poor.
He deserves no scandal.
Investigate prudently, discreetly...
All specialties of Francis Maguire.
Careful now.
Collaboration is the best way to erase the mark...
...Keating left on the sixth precinct.
You and Francis Maguire are like-minded opposites,
the best detective pairing.
The city will be headed to Union Square
for inauguration festivities.
A good distraction from any scandalous findings.
Sara! Oh!
Oh!
Oh, my darlin'!
- Mama! - My darlin'!
Oh, let me get a look at you!
Oh beautiful Sara Freeman!
Look at you, you a married lady.
Mmm.
Mama, I've been afraid to let myself
consider this moment and now praise God!
You've changed our lives.
How did you convince them to free her?
There was no freeing of Hattie Lemaster.
There was a purchase, for quite a bundle of bills.
My family is forever in your debt.
Matthew, forever is a terribly limitless void.
Matthew! Matthew!
Sweet Matthew.
Thank you for lookin' after my baby girl.
Look, I have another son!
Yet another blessin'!
How about the rest of 'em?
Where are y'all hiding your brothers?
No, I have had a change of... heart.
I will not testify against Kennedy.
Have you gone as mad as our defendant?
After all your effort to stop that traitor
from burning New York,
you, on the very day of the trial,
choose to cripple the government's case?
Once, I myself was termed a cripple,
then I recognized another way to walk.
Robert Cobb Kennedy will go free.
Colonel.
Confederate fire will consume this city!
I hope you will blame yourself.
What exactly happened to my boys?
The circumstance surrounding Louis and Thomas' death
were terrible.
When I was uh...
The draft riots and things became...
Chaotic.
Louis and Thomas were called to work extra hours
on the ferry...
...as the Irish laborers abandoned their jobs,
abandoned normal life in its entirety,
and tore the city apart.
On...
...July 13th,
during a crossing to Greenpoint,
two ferries collided.
When the engines caught fire,
Louis and Thomas loaded passengers into lifeboats...
...to safety.
A surviving crewman told me
they acted with no regard for their own lives.
He called them heroes.
Is this it?
Aye.
Not where Alderman Bartlett expected to meet his end
I'll wager.
Hey, Copper.
Ah, Christ, of all the...
Jesus.
Francis, you need me to stand down the kitty-cat?
Aw, shut your...
I can't stand them! They're witches!
Don't pretend your ma didn't warn you a 100 times.
Hey!
Out!
His pocket watch survived.
Whoever lived here is long gone,
but someone took time to pack up.
A woman.
Strangled, but not with a normal rope.
See how thin it is? Cut right into him.
His coat's still here.
Alderman Bartlett, what were ya really up to
down here in Five Points?
Corky, the only reason
you end up in that position is sex.
No, no, Miss.
And to think Teresa considered that the best ass she could get.
Teresa who?
Teresa Trembley, of course.
And Teresa was from outside the city?
Came here all by her pretty self.
From Hamilton, Ontario.
Who are you again?
Mab O'Dwyer.
Longest tenant in the Center Street.
Congratulations. What did ya see last night?
The usual dance.
Then something
Another fella come by,
and later there was commotion.
So the bloke, what'd he look like?
Ach, they hollered a good lot
before I nearly knocked through the wall.
So, ya didn't actually see anything, then?
The charges brought against the defendant,
Robert Cobb Kennedy, are as follows:
As a captain in the military service
of the insurgent states,
was found acting as a spy in the city of New York.
In violation of the Law of War,
undertook irregular and unlawful warfare
in the city of New York by setting fire thereto.
How does the accused plead?
Not guilty to all charges.
Are you prepared to proceed with this trial
under the judgment of these officers?
I am...
And I will defend myself.
Yeah, yeah...
Good morning.
Good mornin'.
Oh my god, you're pregnant!
You didn't know?
Should I have?
The way gossip moves in this town?
Lovely news, actually,
that a woman can still have a private life.
No, Eva, tell me... Should I have known?
Personally, I've never operated on shoulds.
This concludes the opening session
of this tribunal hearing.
We will reconvene in one half hour's time.
Hey.
Your neighbor, Alderman Bartlett,
what do you know of his wife?
Corky, you always pick the best ones,
but as you can see we're in the middle
of a military tribunal--
Then give me what you have, quickly.
The Alderman's first wife died several years ago...cholera.
Last winter, he married Constance,
a society doyenne.
Sounds like good luck after bad.
Last month, Constance went out to Paris,
not scheduled to return until spring.
That'd be nice.
It gets better.
The Alderman has a grown son by his first wife,
a Benjamin.
Since the wedding, there's been uptown whisper
that Benny's been putting the wood to his stepmother
who's younger than he is.
I take it that Benjamin's not in Paris?
When Constance flitted off,
Benny moved out to his family estate
on the Bronx river.
Ben fancies himself a pianist.
Art demands space and beauty, Corky.
Thank you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Finally, the carriage.
Goodness, they're hiring anyone today, aren't they?
- Ya uppity little-- - Hey!
Um, we're the police. We're from the sixth ward.
The sixth? Unfortunate.
I prefer to travel in a bit more style.
- Listen, we need to-- - Excuse me!
You're smudging my chesterfield
with downtown filth!
We need to talk about your father.
Bad timing.
I'm playing at an inauguration party--
For the love of Christ, get out!
Please!
Help! This is kidnapping!
This man is a lunatic!
Downtown filth?
Sometimes it shines like copper!
There's a good lad.
- Hup! - Lovely day!
Ha!
Robert.
Husband.
So you are returned from the South.
I wish I had been invited to the honeymoon.
The Freemans...
I've realized in the last two weeks
that I may not like being in love.
My actions were a mistake...
...born of lies, manipulation.
I am the woman you know,
only now brimming with remorse...
...and fear.
If you could just...
I have refused to testify against Kennedy.
Oh, thank God.
You like Five Points?
Seems like a good place to do dirty work, huh?
I have no idea to what you refer.
I am, however,
unprofessionally, uncharacteristically late for--
Benjamin, we know your father's recent marriage
must have caused a bit of stress.
I see two explanations:
You were jealous pappy got himself a lady bird,
wanted her for yourself,
or you had her first
and she claims she couldn't choose.
This is Constance, right?
Tell us about your stepmother.
Oh, hold the horse.
Christ, I'd be riding her, too.
You would, wouldn't you, Francis?
While the Alderman was seeing to the greater needs
of the city,
were you lying in his bed screwin' his wife?
No!
What in the name of the law and our Lord
do you think you're doing? This arrest is complete--
Arrest?
Oh, we merely invited the lad to the precinct.
Artsy types love the decor.
- Benjamin here was-- - You clowns!
It's bad enough his father died a tragic death,
and now you're trying to blame him--
Father is dead?
And now you're trying to blame him with the murder?
What happened to my father? Where is he?
What do mean dead?!
Come on.
What are you talking about?!
Animals!
You couldn't be bothered to dance a step or two with him
until we'd finished?
I tried, obviously, but these rich assholes...
Captain.
Donovan tells me
you specifically promised him discretion.
Leave piano boy be for now!
I'll get someone else
who knows how to control himself to follow him,
make sure he doesn't run off to Paris!
In the meantime, you two, solve the damn case!
What I wouldn't give to tear apart
that pretentious shit's house!
We should work through this first.
Go by Center Street, see if Teresa showed up.
Captain, could I have a word?
Following up on the Keating witnesses,
have you had any sign of Annie Reilly at all?
she's the devil's brat, Corcoran.
In Five Points, that means she's half-ghost.
We'll arrest her one day. That's just the way it is.
Until then,
don't pretend she's important.
Now go on, get out of here.
And so I am simply a citizen
of the Confederate States of America.
You have no evidence tying me
to the so-called burnin' of New York.
Now I challenge anyone involved with these proceedings
to stand and state otherwise!
You have no case, no evidence.
I am nothing but an innocent man.
Thank you.
You may resume your station at the defense table.
Hey!
Piano wire.
Where'd you kids come across this?
You heard him.
Where'd ya get your toy?
It wasn't nobody's!
I found it in the empty apartment up top there.
It's all right.
Up there?
Teresa's apartment, and Benny plays the piano.
There's no sign that Benny boy has been here.
You find anything?
Just this letter.
It's dated two months ago, from Teresa's mother.
"Dearest daughter,
your father and I worry so about you.
He is convinced the city of New York is devoid of God,
full of repulsive immigrants,
papists and other cretins.
Things are hard here, but I have managed to put aside
these five dollars to help you.
It pains us not to have word. Please write."
The protestant orange bastards. Don't mind if I do.
No. Not on my case.
Our case.
Agh!
Bigger noise and narrow streets
are the least jarring parts of Five Points.
The smaller skies stunned us most.
Some nights you won't be able to locate the north star.
But you don't need it anymore.
Move in any direction, you're still free.
Mama, our home.
Which room?
All of them... roof to foundation.
You're teasin'.
We earn money and we pay for the place we choose,
same as the white man that drove us.
- Your gray pair. - Sybil!
- Get out! - Honey, there are laws!
There are laws and I took an oath!
Laws?! Laws?!
Well, here's my law: find someplace else to sleep,
and don't be lookin' for your breakfast here!
Straight up, and a room.
Not a chance.
You'll spot me, won't cha?
This look like a bank to you, huh?
Eva.
Sounds like Sybil is driving the O'Brien wagon again, huh?
Aw, Christ!
Here it is: I was kicked out...
...when I was already outside.
I got what you see and that's the sum.
Well...
You help keep order tonight and you'll get a room.
If copperheads show up to cause trouble,
you'll convince them otherwise or escort them out.
You'll sleep in a free bed
when everyone else is in theirs...paying.
You and wife musta been separated at birth!
You've left me with no case!
I am about to make a closing statement
and I have no closing statement.
Recite every detail.
Cataloguing all possible implications
will reveal Kennedy's guilt!
You misunderstand the mechanics of law.
Please trust me, I want nothing more
than to proclaim Kennedy guilty!
Before my statement disintegrates
into an embarrassment,
I am begging you to satisfy that desire!
At any moment, before I conclude,
we may add a witness. Signal to the clerk.
Your testimony may be brief, but it must happen!
As you can see, the defendant, one Robert Cobb Kennedy,
is a southern sympathizer, as evidenced by his alliances
and his history as a combatant.
Rail and hotel records show that,
not only was Kennedy in New York City
on the day of the arson at Barnum's Museum
and the six hotels,
he was also registered at Lovejoy's,
one of the burned.
While there are no witnesses available...
While the, while we have uh... While uh...
Uh, despite registering at Lovejoy's,
the defendant disappeared after the fire.
There is no explanation for this abrupt departure.
Of course, other individuals were involved,
however, it is clear that the uh...
It is clear that the uh...
I would like to announce a new witness.
I call Mister Morehouse to the stand.
Mr. Norbert Morehouse.
Benny needs to explain
why his dad was killed with piano wire.
Knock again.
Now we can't even get the butler.
Here, I got this.
Wait!
Somethin's not right.
Our Benny-boy's in there, I know he is.
Let's not spook him 'til we get him cuffed and then...
Oh! Trying to drink your guilt away there, Benny-boy?
Ah, tare an'ouns.
What's this? A suicide note?
"When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
speak of me as I am;
nothing extenuate nor set down aught in malice:
then must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well."
What the hell does that mean?
After threatening me during our meeting at Lovejoy's Hotel,
I had no choice but to deliver the money,
which, in turn, delivered,
to the doorstep of the traitors,
greek fire.
That is the extent of my involvement
and of my witness.
I can, however, confirm with absolute certainty
that the arson of New York City was organized
and primarily executed by that man...
...Robert Cobb Kennedy.
Objection.
Quiet.
Any further questions?
Not at the present time.
Then we will allow for a brief recess.
Welcome back to New York.
All right, get up. Come on.
And thank you.
To a man of contracts, a deal is a deal.
Let's go.
Elizabeth.
And you're a fool
if you thought I would forgo saving Elizabeth
to stay in Atlanta.
That city is hell with mint juleps.
Remember those words,
because you won't be getting anything
beyond our agreement.
Still, it is immensely satisfying
to hear you admit your mistake in supporting Kennedy.
The only mistake I made was getting caught.
- Excuse me? - Gentlemen.
Might I suggest that we embrace this opportunity
for a fresh start,
a new beginning for us all.
Absolutely.
I'd like to see the two of you behave like father and son,
just this once.
In memory of your mother.
Needs sugar.
Sugar in your corn dodger? You have become a yankee.
If your collards are as salty as I remember,
we will be clinging to this sweet yankee cornbread
for dear life.
Mama, here in the North,
I have become the woman I want to be.
That's as clear as well water.
I'm proud to be your mother.
Mama, you were almost a grandmother.
Two months ago, I lost a child.
I know my loss is common, but with you here
I want so badly for my womb to be able to carry.
I lost four babies before their births,
two before Louis came out alive.
Many of us begin motherhood with miscarriage.
Pregnancy is a feat, darlin'.
Children are blessings,
but also a part of you that's gone forever.
The things I never dreamed would happen
between my first baby and today.
There's all sorts of unexpected ahead of you.
I'm gonna see if this oven's hot.
"I took by the throat
the circumcised dog and smote him thus.
Signed Benjamin Bartlett."
Sounds more like Shakespeare.
Othello's suicide speech, in fact.
A fella named hello gives a goodbye speech?
You may finally be getting a sense of humor.
A good detective or captain
educates himself in all culture
so he may be fluent in any crime.
Edwin Booth is scheduled to play the title role
in Oth-hello
at the winter garden next month.
I'll get you a ticket.
So Benjamin kills himself
and admits to murdering his father.
We know that because this Othello killed his?
No, the moor killed his wife.
He believed her unfaithful,
although she had just misplaced a handkerchief.
Benjamin seemed genuinely surprised
to learn of his father's death.
- Ah... - Don't be naive.
Every guilty man's most rehearsed expression
is disbelief.
And you do cling to cases
like a swooning debutante to her folding fan,
and nearly as emotional.
I heard about the scene at the Bartlett mansion.
On the spectrum of humanity,
let's move toward urban man
and away from pillaging viking, shall we?
But what is life if we do not have improvements...
...to which to aspire to?
To approaching grace.
Slainte.
Spring certainly has inspired Five Points.
I carry another child?
Yes.
Kevin has left our home.
I had heard such, but that doesn't mean--
Has he taken up at the whorehouse?
Ellen...
It is not my position to sort this out.
I think you know what you need to do.
Go find him. Find a way to talk to him.
I would very much like to commend the detectives
of the sixth precinct for their commitment to order,
especially on this, a national day of celebration.
From tragic suicide and murder,
we move forward to a better and more ordered community.
Of course, our thoughts and prayers
are with the Bartlett family and friends.
Anything else, gentlemen?
Do you have any motive why Benjamin Bartlett....
Feels good to close a case with you again.
We solved the case from some poetry?
It makes the bosses happy.
What about the stuff you can touch?
The evidence?
You know what touches me? A stiff drink.
Eva's got me roughing copperheads for a room tonight.
Come 'round.
Save me from some inauguration idiots, will ya?
There's a wife and a mistress unaccounted for,
a mansion with no staff of any kind,
and a murderer who supposedly destroys
his most prized possession to build his murder weapon.
This case isn't done.
I asked Sullivan about Annie.
He didn't lie.
Kevin, some things this city just swallows.
Come to Eva's.
Toastin' a beginnin' might do you some good.
Francis?
Ellen, Why are you here?
"They said Kennedy shall be hung by the neck until he be dead,
at such time and place as the commanding general
may direct."
Per our agreement, I did not testify against you.
As you claim to be a man of honor,
I entrust that you will keep your end of the bargain.
Knowledge of Elizabeth's involvement
will end with your death.
Oh, Robert,
your cleverness has always lacked a certain vision,
hasn't it?
Such leaps in logic.
How could I possibly accuse your wife
when I, myself, am innocent?
Do you think your choices will not haunt you?
This silence...
...makes me mad.
This silence...
...it isn't silence.
It fills me.
Christ, I've missed you.
I can't, Francis! I can't! We can't!
We shouldn't make the same mistakes.
Mistakes?
I'm your ear because...
...you want to say to my face
I'm a mistake?
You thought of me
because I'm a glaring, overwhelming mistake?
I need life back, Francis, real life.
Don't treat me like a fool who invented a world.
What we had...
I'm talking about return to real living,
not sitting at home
feeling like something has crawled into my heart.
- Ellen-- - I can't take a full breath!
You wonder why you feel half alive?
You spend your days pining after a man
who will never forgive ya!
A man who despises you to his very core!
You want to play the role of doting wife?
Go right ahead!
But don't you dare insult me
by acting like what we had wasn't good,
won't be forever a part of ya!
Don't disrespect our child like that!
Our child would be six months old now.
Do you count his birthdays?
Not just the months, but the mornings?
Do you wake up thinkin' of his wee hands so fiercely
that you look down expecting to be holding a soft thing,
all love and need?
Eyes of your green,
hair of me brown.
If you had of chosen me,
I never woulda left you.
Remember that...
...in the middle of the night as you lie in bed alone.
"Dearest daughter,
your father and I worry so about you.
He's convinced the city of New York is devoid of God.
Things are hard here, but I've managed to put aside
these five dollars to help you.
It pains us not to have word. Please write.
Your loving mother."
Behold the chief who now commands
Once more to serve his country stands...
Donovan!
Corky, I need to talk to you.
Just for a moment.
I can't.
Hey, Donovan,
about the Bartlett case--
When I was on the force,
I used to love cases like the Bartletts.
Wrap 'em up,
get down to the pub for a wee one on the way home.
But something tells me you are not as pleased.
The solution was too easy.
Sometimes crimes are just that easy,
turning on base human nature and nothing more.
Sometimes you have to learn to accept
the animal inside of us.
Hmm? Respect the opportunity
to move on towards the more evolved.
Rallying around our liberty...
I'm certain the Alderman's farm girl
knows exactly what happened in that room,
and if Teresa Trembley doesn't know why it happened
I can find out.
Okay, now I understand, I understand.
You see the full story.
Clean might be comforting,
but you really think, in solving these cases,
it explains why happenstance seizes hold of our lives.
You, Kevin Corcoran,
think the full story helps us solve ourselves.
And while I rarely share your precise incentive,
I am always fascinated by your dedication.
Thank you, sir.
With equal skill
With God-like power he governs in the fearful...
We rarely imbibe, but this is the rarest of days.
To you,
here, safe.
To this fine home.
And to Lincoln, for what he has done
and what he will do.
When the president first took office,
I realized real pride,
national belonging could rise in my chest.
I felt connected to this country
as to a grand being.
Unfortunately, that grand being
was more comfortable with you as a slave,
and you still aren't allowed to elect your fair hero.
Well, Lincoln is a champion of education,
land for the poor,
and I believe, in the end,
true emancipation.
We will have the right to vote.
Well, I don't trust a white man's good intentions
until they're gone so far he can't undo 'em.
Woo hoo-hoo!
Are we certain that they celebratin'?
With the Irish, sometimes celebration and riot
are notes of the same song.
"With high hope for the future
no prediction in regard to it is ventured."
"On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago,
all thoughts were anxiously directed
to an impending civil war.
Insurgent agents were in the city
seeking to destroy it without war,
Seeking to dissolve the union.
Neither party expected for the war,
The magnitude or the duration which it has already attained.
Each looked for an easier triumph
and a result less fundamental and less astounding."
And so he says: "With charity for all;
with firmness in the right..."
I need to use your telegraph machine to Ontario,
police business.
Happy inauguration to you too, Corky.
The system's been overwhelmed,
but now the address has come through,
everyone seems to be feting our leader,
have a go.
This will be sent to the family of Teresa Trembley.
Now where was I?
"Let us strive on to finish the work we are in;
to bind up the nation's wounds;
to care for him who shall have borne the battle,
and for his widow and his orphan;
to do all which may achieve and cherish
a just and lasting peace."
To peace.
Peace. Peace.
And to Lincoln.
To Lincoln.