I'm engaged, to Miss Mary Lockwood.
Grindle kept a ledger.
Listed every woman who needed her service and every man who paid for it.
How much?
Where is Annie?
I sent her away
to live with a family in California.
Hello, girl.
He's not my father.
I'll behave. Please, no!
(CELTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(HUMMING)
What are you humming?
Am I? (CHUCKLES)
I had no idea.
Why, Detective Corcoran, you seem...
Very pleasantly surprised.
I'm not.
I'm not surprised at all.
Come back over here, and let me see what I can do about that.
Bring me a glass.
A man finds himself in ironed sheets,
he needs a bit of crystal with his drink.
Propose a toast.
To Annie.
(CHUCKLES) Why are you shaking?
Kevin...
How many times
must we go over this.
'(SIGHS) '(LAUGHS)
Where in California?
Outside San Francisco.
With a respectable family, and home with ocean views.
Views that would calm the most agitated of spirits.
That seems far enough away then.
Far enough away from Five Points?
Far enough away from the man
who took her innocence in the first place.
Farmer north of the city.
Named, Reilly.
He, uh,
forced Annie to live as his wife.
All the while, claiming to be her father.
Her father?
What's important is that she's safe.
Hope, happiness, following.
MOREHOUSE: Pour me a drink.
Quickly.
Confederate agents crossed the border from Canada
and raided the town of Saint Albans, Vermont,
robbing banks, burning buildings.
One man is dead.
Take this telegram to my father, given that he thinks,
the war will never find its way to his door.
Yes, sir.
You should go up to Newport or out to Hyde Park.
This situation can't be that dire.
The telegram suggests there are nests of Confederate spies,
in Cincinnati, Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York.
If you think Lincoln cares about our city,
any more than he does that town in Vermont.
I got a bar of soap to sell you.
-(CROWD LAUGHING) - Might have a gold coin in it.
-(CROWD LAUGHING) - He's too busy with his big feet up.
Lazing with his cronies, in the parlor of the White House,
-as his war takes our fathers... - Sybil.
-...sons and brothers. - Detective.
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
We've caught rebels spies among us, who wish us harm.
I say, let's step up.
And tell Mr. Lincoln, this war needs to stop now,
before his inaction causes the loss of more New York lives.
-(CROWD APPLAUDING) - MAN: Right.
Strong words, sir.
Thank you, sir.
What's this, then?
- You spooked? - I'm not spooked.
Only maybe it's time we take my sister up on her offer. Head out to Kentucky.
Come here, come here.
- I'll protect you. -(CHUCKLES)
Feels like you got something else on your mind besides protecting me.
- Well, I can do two things at once. -(SCOFFS)
That will be the day.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Settle down, now, mister.
You stay where you are, and you shut yourself up.
If you want to make back to the city alive.
I only want to speak with Annie.
-(COCKS GUN) -(GRUNTS)
-(GASPS) - And you ain't on Fifth Avenue now.
I will involve the police.
Be my guest.
I'd like to tell them what your husband did to her, hmm?
COACHMAN: Mrs. Haverford, please, get in.
(COACHMAN URGING HORSE)
We welcome Mr. Kennedy,
a representative of new coalition government up in Canada.
He's here to discuss strategies to increase business opportunities.
And profits.
Mr. Kennedy.
Thank you, Mayor Gunther.
Uh...
First, I would like to say that, we in Ottawa
are united in our deep sadness regarding the events at Saint Albans.
If there is anything that we can do to ensure the security of your fine city, then
we're at your disposal.
Close the border.
Keep Confederate spies, from sneaking into America.
Close the border?
What? Restrict trade?
KENNEDY: Obviously, I don't advocate,
disrupting imports and exports between our great nations.
Uh, but...
For three years, your harbor has launched,
Union ships that have blockaded Southern ports,
successfully smothering the Confederate economy.
By doing this, New York has made itself, a primary target.
Do you have any specific
information regarding rebs and Southern sympathizers in or midst.
My son shares the views of street corner alarmists.
(ALL CHUCKLING)
New York is a pillar of business in North America,
it always has been, it always will be, and the business at present, is war.
Even in divisive times, on this point, all agree North and South.
Still you're are some of the wealthiest men in America,
y'all have the power to influence Washington.
A loosening of the blockade would put your city at less risk.
Very peculiar accent, Mr. Kennedy.
Born and raised in Trois-Rivieres.
Ever heard of it?
No.
That's because no one outside of Trois-Rivieres would ever need to.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Mary.
Mary?
(CHUCKLES)
I've got a surprise for you.
I have tickets to see the smallest man in the world at Barnum's.
Leave me.
What's the matter?
Leave me alone.
Who did this to you?
- Who? - Can't you just let me be?
Every time I turn around, you're there.
For five minutes, just let me be.
Just“
Please, I said, just let me be.
Hey, boy.
Where are you running?
Relax now, child, you're all right.
You know Miss Mary?
She your teacher?
See something bad, did you?
He was beating up... Mr. McLean.
McLean?
- Jeremiah McLean? - Yeah.
Out of me way.
Sim, where's you man, McLean?
Don't know.
He always seems to wander off when new stock comes in.
Tell him I want to see him.
I will, Detective.
Do you want me to tell him why?
Yeah, to discuss the proper way to treat a lady.
This is your nightstick. It's for crooks.
Don't be using it on inoffensive citizens.
And if you do, don't hit 'em in the head.
The insane asylum's full of skull fractures.
Yes, sir.
Now, little Byrnes,
be sure to remember all of Detective O'Brien's teachings.
You don't want to be killing yourself on account of some custard fruitcake
-like your uncle did, do you? - Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir.
You're in a playful mood.
How could I not be?
It's a beautiful fall day.
Just smell the air.
You smell of rosewater.
I know.
Now don't that beat the Dutch.
Did Asa bring the mail from the station?
Ah, laudanum should have arrived.
Not much I can do for Mr. Morgan except
lessen the pain when the end finally comes.
Well, he's lived a long, hard life.
You look peaked.
No, I'm fine.
Did you eat enough this morning?
I ate till I was full.
Hmm.
(GAGGING)
-(VOMITING) - Sara, Sara...
Baby, okay, okay.
Okay...
Hungry?
If you say so, sir.
I brought you some bacon.
Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
You can thank me after you're done.
I can thank you before.
If you like, I could...
Show you some of the things
my fancy friends showed me.
(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)
Let's go, then.
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(ANNIE WHIMPERING)
(SOBBING)
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Kevin.
- Kevin! -(GASPS)
Please don't kick me out...
I'm dog tired, I've been walking for miles.
- Annie. - No, no, no...
Annie, how did you, when did you...
Yeah, it's okay, it's okay.
(SOBBING) I killed Mr. Riley.
Did he follow you to California?
He had me chained to his barn like a hound.
He did those things to me, over and over... I'm gonna hang, Kevin!
- No, no one's gonna hang you. - I'm gonna hang!
- No one's gonna hang, child. -(CRYING)
No one's gonna hang!
I should have killed the man myself, when I had the chance.
How...
How did he find you?
Mrs. Haverford gave me to him.
(CRYING)
Hold me.
Hold me, Kev... I just want to...
It's so weird, I don't know...
If I'm feverish, or freezing...
Oh, please.
Tell me everything's gonna be alright, Kevin.
Even if it won't.
What's wrong with me?
Well...
I did a thorough examination while you were asleep, and...
Noticed a little bleeding in your undergarments, well...
Now is not your time, and your breasts are a little swollen, and...
Well...
Matthew,
-are you saying that I am pregnant? - Pregnant.
(LAUGHS)
But how?
Well, I don't need to explain that now, do I?
- You know what I mean. -(CHUCKLES)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Baby, I don't feel right.
Well, that's just morning sickness.
That's... That's a saying,
but you're gonna feel lopsided any time of the day.
Sara.
You and I, we're gonna have a child.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Mmm.
McLean?
Detective Maguire.
I heard you stopped in earlier.
Just closing up.
-(GROANS) - Why'd you hit her?
Mary Lockwood.
Ain't your business, Maguire.
I don't need a copper to take care of my problems.
I got fists of my own.
She a problem to you, is she?
Sure as shit, she is.
(GROANING)
(PANTING)
Why'd you hit her?
Christ!
It's that goddamn ledger.
Her sister's.
She's got Madame Grindle's ledger.
(YELLING)
Mary Lockwood's been blackmailing me.
The hag's been blackmailing
all the men who paid Grindle for abortions.
Mary?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Mary?
Mary!
Open this door!
(WHISTLING)
(SIGHS) Robert!
It's late I know. I'm sorry.
Nonsense.
It's always a pleasure to be in your company.
(CHUCKLES)
Shall we sit?
No, your man's at work in there.
This matter requires a little privacy.
What's wrong?
I need you to speak with Kevin.
Concerning?
I lied to him.
People lie to him all the time.
He's quite used to it.
A fellow named Reilly, he came to me,
and announced that he was Annie's father.
I allowed him to take the girl.
I see no trouble there.
I told Kevin that I'd sent her elsewhere.
To San Francisco. I don't know why I lied,
but the words just came out of my mouth and I couldn't pull them back.
Maybe I knew instinctively that I shouldn't have permitted Reilly
to take Annie with him.
- Elizabeth... - No, you don't see.
Reilly is not the man he claims to be.
I went upstate to try and retrieve her, but...
Oh, Robert...
This time, the look in his eyes, it was beastly.
You have to help me.
You must speak with Kevin. You know him so well.
Well enough to know that you must tell him yourself.
I'm not sure that I can.
You must and soon.
Corky's like a mad dog.
The longer he chews on a bone the sharper his teeth get.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
ELIZABETH: Kevin?
Kevin?
(SIGHS)
I don't have to tell you.
How many bastards out there would rather kill a copper than steal a dollar.
- Andrew? - Sybil?
I was across the street at Alex's butcher shop just moments ago.
Mrs. Reardon told me that Mrs. McDonough
told her that there's a secret telegram
from Secretary of State Seward
to Mayor Gunther warning of a rebel invasion in Manhattan.
If so, we're all going to die.
- O'BRIEN: Hmm. - Andrew, I want you to find out the truth.
Well, how am I to do that?
The Mayor and I don't drink in the same saloons. (LAUGHS)
- Ow! - You're a detective.
Get up off your ass and start detecting,
or don't come home.
Is she always like that?
Yeah, pretty much.
One wine glass of gum syrup with half a pony glass of curacao.
Pour it over ice.
If you don't have any
give the glass into the hands of a cold-hearted bitch like me.
Top it with a cherry till my girls come in.
You've transformed this place, Eva.
(LAUGHS)
Let me sit, darling.
I don't care how much French perfume
Miss Pompadou used to spritz around.
That bitch still smelled like the New Jersey swamp she was born in.
(ALL LAUGHING)
To Eva!
Bringing a little gravitas to our palace of pleasure.
Prost!
Here's to peace at home and peace abroad.
To love our wife and to love a broad.
-(SCOFFS) -(MOREHOUSE LAUGHS)
I'll drink to that.
Pascal.
Ask our bartender to open Eva's new book of cocktails randomly.
And whichever page he lands on, have him mix three and bring them over.
Mais, bien sur.
Don't move, I'll be right back.
(LAUGHS)
Mmm. Ah!
I haven't heard a toast like that
since I was south of the Mason-Dixon.
Uh...
Well, before public service
I was in the cotton business.
I used to venture down to Atlanta quite often.
(CHUCKLES)
Sweet Atlanta.
A city close to my heart.
But, as you know,
Montreal does have the best cathouses.
One in particular.
To Robespierre's,
the finest brothel in all of North America.
Indeed to Robespierre's.
Robespierre's.
Oh, the women at Robespierre's,
every single one,
Queen of the May.
I couldn't agree more. I swear,
I once caught sight of God himself in that place.
And he was smiling.
(LAUGHING)
Oh, I do miss Atlanta, though.
A fine city.
Before the war.
Now the people their...
Spirit lost.
- I don't blame myself for this. -(TAPS WOODEN LEG)
I blame that babbling ape in the White House.
Not-so-honest Abe Lincoln.
He's the one who cost me my leg.
Why don't we get some more girls over here.
No, the South
has just as much right to be free from the Union
as the 13 colonies had to be free from England.
Oh, Lincoln clutches to this phantom nation
that never existed and never will.
L say
equal and separate.
(MOREHOUSE LAUGHS)
(GRUNTING)
(mes SQUEAL)
(SNIFFING)
I told Mr. Morgan I'd give him a call.
I hope not be more than a few hours, Sara.
Would you stop your worrying?
It's not as if I'll be moving furniture while you're gone.
I try not to worry, but I can't promise.
How do you do, Asa?
Fine. Dr. Freeman...
Oh, just take that to Sara.
I got to run off.
Give your mama my best.
Hello, Mrs. Freeman.
How do you do, Asa.
What's this?
A white man in town made me take this.
And told me to show it to all of our kind.
(GASPS)
The word's all over the Five Points, sir.
Secret telegram warning of the destruction of New York.
Ridiculous!
There's no truth to it, is there?
I can't comment on whether or not such a telegram exists.
Wait, there is one?
Rest assured that the city fathers have taken all these matters
into consideration and determined
that there is no threat.
Right, but how do we know for sure.
Detective, yours is not to reason why.
Yours is to shut up and get out.
Yes, sir.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SIGHS)
This is what Asa brought this morning.
A man, a white man was handing those out to black folk,
telling them they better pass them around.
Asa said that the man told him that
those were a warning to go back.
Back where, Matthew?
How can we bring a child into this?
There is darkness in this world, Sara.
I won't deny that.
We, both of us,
have been touched by it.
And I know that there are
times when I feel lost in it.
And those times I feel for us.
But this child, Sara,
our child will be alight.
It'll be a beacon.
Burn that darkness away.
Are you sure?
As sure as I am that I love you.
(LAUGHS)
Those scars on your chest.
I'm lucky in a way.
One thing about losing a leg
is the enemy doesn't carry you off the battlefield into a prison.
They leave you to die.
There is no brothel named Robespierre in Montreal.
(SCOFFS)
I was held in a Union prison,
on Johnson's Island, outside Sandusky.
Frostbite in the winter.
Scurvy, dysentery all year.
There was no medicine.
No food.
We ate rats.
One time, a guard's dog.
(LAUGHS)
Tasted like mutton.
The fine people of Sandusky would
pay 10 cents to be rowed across the Ohio River
to watch our sufferings.
Tried to escape, got hung up on my thumbs.
That's what the race traitor, Lincoln, did to me,
to my family's good name.
A man's name is all he has.
How can I help you reclaim your own?
We have associates in Manhattan
that are waiting and ready.
If McClellan wins the presidential election, then we retreat.
We've been assured that he will recognize the Confederacy.
But if Lincoln wins,
New York will burn.
New York's burnt before.
She always comes back.
Not this time.
Would you like to see why?
This ain't bayou moonshine.
(CHUCKLES)
MOREHOUSE: Look at that, a flame without a match.
Very impressive.
It'll cost, but in a few days we'll have enough to burn Manhattan
from the Bowery to Washington Square.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Put it out, boys.
Sorry about your carriage.
No need.
Noble cause.
And I'll blame it on my drink.
(LAUGHS)
Let's go back inside.
I have a particular gin that has a similar effect on the throat.
(LAUGHING)
Kevin?
Where have you been?
Away.
I looked for you.
Which of the two is more expensive?
Well, that's a Thomas Cole.
I asked which is more expensive.
The nude.
Kevin?
And now, huh?
How much is it worth now?
- Stop it! - And now?
How much is it worth?
Kevin, stop it!
I know what you did to Annie.
Let me explain.
You lied to me.
To me!
If anything happens to Annie I will cut you...
(WHIMPERING)
Right across your voice box. And you can scream,
but no one's gonna hear you.
You understand me?
Do you understand me?
Yes.
- Do you? - Yes. Yes.
-(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) -(PEOPLE LAUGHING LOUDLY)
I didn't think I would see much of you anymore.
Not with your new "friends."
Mrs. Haverford.
Far from a friend.
She...
She gave Annie back to John Reilly.
Society women don't concern themselves with a man's character.
All these ladies think about
are ribbons and feathers and bows.
She lied to me.
Made me believe her.
She handed Annie over like a piece of meat, bought and sold.
Traded and stored.
I would have slit her throat.
You do know me well.
No. I got to get home.
I don't want Annie alone there for the night.
Mrs. McDonough's looking after her, but she can't keep her eyes open past 8:00.
Do me a favor before you go.
Ask.
Your pal, Maguire, is here.
Since late last night.
I locked him in one of the rooms.
He has been wallpapered non-stop howling for Molly.
Get him out. Dry him out.
Then I will come by tomorrow night
and show you how well I know you.
(SIGHS)
Putting one on, are we?
Aye!
Drowning the shamrock.
-(GLASS BREAKS) - Hey, this is a whorehouse.
People are trying to concentrate.
Sometimes at night, I stop by at the cemetery.
To talk to her.
To Molly.
Does she do any talking back?
(SCOFFS)
Something's not right.
About the way she died.
Not right at all.
Death is never right, Francis.
Losses are adding up.
I don't know how much more I can take.
First Molly then Mary.
Mary?
Mary's alive.
She's alive,
but she's dead to me.
I'm a fool.
A damn fool.
She's...
(EXHALES)
She ran off to England
with some other fellow.
She did you a favor then.
Look, there'll be other women.
Oh, I'm done.
Finished.
Saloons,
whorehouses...
(SCOFFS)
I'm going to go to the church.
See if the Lord'll finally accept me.
Respect me!
And get me out of this godforsaken city.
Put your clothes on, clean yourself up.
Let's go.
The carriage went up as if hit by a cannon.
Greek fire.
I've seen it a few times, but never enough to fill a jar like this.
Some say Nero used it to burn Rome.
Where did you find this stuff?
Ah...
Part of a new business venture I'm considering.
Oh!
That's some dangerous business, Major.
How does that feel?
(CHUCKLES) Like I'm the soup.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Why didn't you and your wife have more than one child?
When did you start talking all the time?
Maggie was lucky to have you.
I know she must have loved being with you.
I love the dress.
Thank you, Corky.
Kevin?
Can I give you a kiss goodnight?
Leave the door open a crack, will you?
It makes me feel safe.
(EVA LAUGHING)
(PANTING)
(MOANING)
(GASPS)
(BOTH MOANING)
It's that girl.
Annie.
She has him possessed.
He's not himself.
Maybe he is.
Elizabeth, you and I,
we read the same books.
We've seen the same operas.
We eat at the same restaurants.
He does not.
You know
how much I admire Kevin Corcoran.
But I led these men in war.
They act on impulse.
Either they're at their best or their worst.
I feel that I do as well.
Still.
I can't seem to calm my nerves.
(SIGHS)
I have a cure.
(CHUCKLES)
Opium tincture.
A product derived from the poppy flower.
A way to relax.
Lessen your anxiety.
All the right women are trying it.
(SIGHS)
What if Corcoran comes back?
Then I will be by your side.
Yes, you will, won't you?
You have my word.
And you are a man of your word, Robert.
Thank you.
(GASPING)
(CELTIC MUSIC PLAYING)