We, uh, found a body up in Central Park.
Jeremiah McLean killed Mary.
(GUN FIRES)
CORCORAN: Where is Francis?
MOREHOUSE: Robert, the wagon.
What was Mr. Maguire doing here?
Seeing Mrs. Maguire.
That's not her.
Remember me?
Ellen?
(CELTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD CHATTERING)
(MAN SINGING IRISH FOLK SONG)
FREEMAN: Mrs. Corcoran.
Open your mouth.
That's it.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, now get some rest. Hmm?
Two weeks, and still she can't slur together a sentence.
Kevin, the Earle House kept her near-hypnotized with hydrochloridium.
You can't counter seven months of a powerful drug in only two weeks.
I need Ellen to talk now, Matthew.
She will talk soon.
First we have to taper off the need for the drug.
That dose is the last I feel appropriate to give her.
Kevin, I must warn you.
Even with treatment, your wife is going to suffer a great deal.
- The withdrawal symptoms... - I've seen it before.
The tombs, the war hospital tents.
Matthew, there's work I got to attend to.
I know what you got to do.
I'll watch over her till this afternoon.
Hey, Corky.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Same to you, Annie.
Go down to the docks, relieve McCormack and Latimer from their watch.
You two, shacks at Cow Bay. Don't just knock.
I want you inside every one.
Andrew, any of our men see Maguire come and go out of his rooming house?
- No. - His mother's?
The same. No word.
Why don't you do the rounds again?
In case the others missed something.
What?
Are you forgetting Maguire killed Mary Lockwood and Jeremiah McLean?
And God knows who else.
And he locked my wife away in a goddamn asylum for seven months.
- Calm down. - No, until I'm sitting in front of him,
getting answers!
Corky.
I know you got to do this.
And you know I'm right here beside you.
We got word out to every other precinct in town.
Reports keep coming back the same.
Maguire's vanished.
The man's a ghost.
You know that for a fact?
The only thing I know for a fact
is I don't want to be there if you find him.
It's not a matter of if, Andrew.
Any word?
My girls, the regulars, no one has seen him.
Shit.
Don't you think by now that he's left the city?
Oh, I know Francis. He's not a runner.
He's gone deep inside himself.
Huh.
If you know him that well, how come he kept her hidden from you for so long?
Rage won't make sense of what happened.
(CORCORAN SIGHS)
How is she?
She's as hard to find as Francis is,
even though she's sitting right in front of me.
By the grace of God, she'll come back.
I never heard you talk of God before.
Till now,
I haven't had any use for him.
L got to go-
Eva, my wife's at home.
Eva.
Are you angry?
It's not you.
I came to ask your help.
If you would stop off after your party,
sit beside her.
Everyone I know has family.
You have a hell of a way to make a woman feel special, Corky.
Fine. I'll be there in a few hours.
KENNEDY: The reports you mentioned are true.
I returned from Richmond to discover your city's Southern sympathizers
have backed away from our plot.
Disappointingly, Mr. McMaster among them.
Cowards.
Scared for their political and financial futures, no doubt.
It doesn't matter.
I still have a small contingent
of soldiers who will make another attempt on New York.
Why not abandon the plan?
For now.
Until we can ensure that our plot is fool-proof.
In Richmond, I spoke with President Davis.
He assured me a second shipment of Greek fire
could be en route to Manhattan within hours.
Mr. Kennedy, be reasonable.
We can't strike with impact unless we have the support of the people of New York.
Powerful people.
In time, their reticence will fade.
And your reticence?
You question my commitment?
What more must I prove?
Your father.
He is one of the most powerful and wealthy people in New York City.
And one of the most apolitical.
Leave my father out of this.
Forgive me.
My passions trump my manners.
But you're right. (CLEARS THROAT)
Let's meet again in,
say, two weeks' time,
talk another strategy.
Thanks for the drink.
Oh, I'm debating where to lay my head,
Fifth Avenue Hotel or Lovejoy's?
- You have a preference? - The Fifth Avenue is large, grand.
Lovejoy's is quaint and handsome.
Hmm. I'll look into both.
See which one is more, uh,
relevant. Good day.
(PIANO PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
A toast to family near and far.
I left Europe to come to this city, this New York,
in search for prosperity and happiness.
And I know in this I'm not alone.
My parents are of old age, my sisters I miss dearly.
We speak only by letter
and I long to hear their voices.
A piece of my heart will remain by their side in Prussia.
But I have a new family here,
both downtown and uptown.
And while I may be a hellcat to work for,
(ALL CHUCKLING)
I thank you all for helping me find the prosperity and happiness
I was seeking.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
And let us remember dear Molly.
Of course.
To Molly, whose end came too soon.
CORCORAN: I was thinking he might come around today, being the holiday.
And I the same.
- He still hasn't made any contact? - No.
Two weeks is a lot of time for a mother to imagine
what might happen to her son.
So I sit here, praying.
That's good, Mrs. Maguire, you must keep to your faith.
We will find Francis.
I'll see to it that he's taken care of.
You're a good friend, Kevin.
An economic revolution. Look at Henry Bessemer and his pioneering method
to mass produce steel.
The man and his investors could earn a vast fortune,
yet our president's ham-handed...
Yes, Father. We know that you don't like Lincoln.
But he can't be held singularly responsible
for every penny that falls through your grasp.
I apologize.
You are a guest, and I'm sure our political ramblings have you watching the clock.
On the contrary.
I thoroughly enjoy the passion you both bring
to your differing opinions.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
May I present monsieurs Edwin, Junius Brutus and John Wilkes Booth.
Gentlemen.
Edwin, a pleasure.
My son Robert.
And I believe you already know the lovely Elizabeth Haverford.
Well, it's a pleasure to see you again, Madame.
And you as well.
I must say the idea still thrills me.
All three Booth brothers on stage at the same time.
Julius Caesar at the Winter Garden.
- Half of New York is clamoring for tickets. -(ELIZABETH CHUCKLES)
We're pleased to hear that the word of our little performance has spread.
And kindly accept our gratitude for that.
Elizabeth has worked very hard...
Mrs. Haverford, you are even more radiant than the last time that we met.
Please, call me Elizabeth.
Sweet beauty, you hath no name.
(CHUCKLES)
SULLIVAN: Two weeks.
For two goddamn weeks, you've had half my goddamn force
on the goddamn beat,
working for your goddamn, sorry ass.
This is Five Points, Corky.
We got more important crimes to investigate
than some missing one-eyed drunkard detective.
Now, I don't care
how close you are to this case.
Enough is a goddamn enough.
You understand me?
- No, sir. - No?
(CHUCKLING) No?
You really are a dumb son of a bitch.
You listen to me, you slimy piece of shit.
The sign on the door may say "Captain,"
but it's been a long time since you've been in charge of this precinct.
These here are my men, and they'd sooner follow me into hell
than save your eye.
So they're going to stay on the beat
until we find Francis Maguire.
Understand me?
Sweet Lord, Sara,
who do you plan on feeding, all of Carmensville?
I invited the Monroes over. With Eli gone,
I thought Adrian and the children
might want to spend the holiday with friends.
Mmm. They're in for quite a feast.
How're you feeling?
Well enough to get around.
Well enough to cook.
Just don't tire yourself out.
Keep the smile.
How is Corcoran's wife?
Her addiction is a torture and withdrawal's worse,
for both the patient and those close around.
Ellen will recover, but whether she'll ever be who she was...
I don't have the heart to tell Kevin that I don't know.
At least, not yet.
You're wrong. You are wrong. Lincoln's ruthless brutality has done nothing
but strengthen the Confederacy's resolve.
Surely not. With the thrashing General Sherman gave Atlanta,
it's only a matter of time before the Rebs surrender.
Defeat comes in many forms.
Brothers, let us keep our graces.
Lincoln will fall. And when he does,
Shakespeare's words will echo from the stage
of the Winter Garden Theater throughout the world.
"Liberty. Freedom.
"Tyranny is dead."
-(CHUCKLING) - You over enunciate, Johnny.
Let us take a break from talking war
and instead speak of celebration.
- Your fundraiser. - Yes, Edwin is to play Brutus.
John Wilkes, Mark Antony.
And I shall play Cassius.
A performance to be remembered.
I sincerely apologize, but I must excuse myself.
An unexpected urgent business matter has arisen.
But please, enjoy these fine cigars,
newly imported from England, Weenen Cohen and Company.
Robert and Mrs. Haverford will take good care of you.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Father, what could possibly be so important to leave before our guests?
As I said, an unexpected...
Yes, a business matter.
Bu there's a code of conduct. You taught me that.
And yet you leave your own dinner party
and of all people, the Booth brothers.
Robert, if you wish to discuss conduct
when I return, we can speak of your seemingly infinite intoxication.
Kevin.
Yeah.
Why can't we have a turkey?
A real Thanksgiving?
This is as thankful as I feel.
Can I say a prayer?
If you choose.
Dear Lord,
thank you for having Corky let me stay at his house
and treat me kindly.
And bless his wife, who is sickly right now.
And help her get well soon.
Amen.
You're a good child.
KENNEDY: Have you had a nice holiday, Mr. Morehouse?
NORBERT: Do not waste my time with the balderdash, Mr. Kennedy.
Should you not arrive within the hour, your crimes will be exposed.
Gunther may be Mayor of New York
but there are no happenings within this city of which I'm not aware of.
Word of your ambitions crossed my desk weeks ago.
You speak of criminal activities.
I know who you are.
And yet you did not act to stop me.
(CHUCKLES)
Tell me why I'm here.
Well, you say you know who I am.
Then you know I work secret service
for the Confederate States of America.
I have no intention of exposing you.
Well then, you're a better man than I.
I see you've made a bundle of money supplying weaponry
to Confederate troops.
Victory is victory, whether Confederate or Union.
And profit is profit.
I have an agreement with Senator Foote of Tennessee.
Yes, well, Mr. Henry Foote has been relieved of his post.
Hadn't you heard?
Just yesterday he and President Davis had a falling out.
Now, I have the former senator's documents.
The, uh, trade permits, this agreement you refer to.
It's quite extensive.
Paper trail from New York to Tampa Bay.
And I tell you,
smuggling contraband, aiding and abetting the enemy,
that behavior can land a man in a Union prison.
I could ruin you tomorrow.
What do you want from me?
Cooperation.
Logistics, intelligence.
And money.
Quickly.
You help us,
your aid to the Confederate Army will remain confidential.
And you preserve the Morehouse name.
Should you walk away,
the dynasty you worked so hard to build
will disappear into history's black void.
So, what is your wish?
I wish I'd had you working for me years ago.
Glorious.
There is one other item I wish to discuss.
Your son, Robert.
(MELODY PLAYING)
I know you listened to this song every day.
I'd gone to Fevel's Jewelry,
bought the locket, had it engraved
with the letters E and C on its face.
(MOANS SOFTLY)
You've seen my locket?
Yes, Ellen, the locket.
(GROANS)
Annie!
Annie, I need you.
Annie!
Her legs. Grab her legs.
And should I get the medicine?
No, just hold on, child.
It'll pass. It'll pass.
(STUTTERING)
- The woman. - CORCORAN: Woman?
- The woman. - What woman, darling?
That woman, she made us pay. Time ticking pocket watches.
Ellen?
Pay for what?
A locket for a life.
(PANTING)
You didn't think I would come?
Did I say that?
Where is she?
She is in bed, upstairs.
I remember the way to your bedroom, Corky.
Eva, I...
Go on about your business.
I'll keep an eye on her.
Annie will help me, won't you?
Father?
Hope all is well in the land of urgent business.
The Consolidated Coal Company...
You left your dinner party early
to discuss a conglomerate which won't be announced for another three weeks?
You're educated about Consolidated Coal?
A venture of Mr. Robert Cobb Kennedy, yes.
He mentioned it to me before leaving for Richmond.
He said he was looking for more investors. I guess he found one.
There was in-fighting over shares,
and truly, this is none of your concern, Robert.
Well, if the matter has you worried, there must be some trouble.
- Let me help. - No.
I have it under control.
Kennedy asked me today about hotels.
Where did he find accommodations?
How am I to know?
You just met with him.
Yes. Of course...
Lovejoy's, I believe.
It was all rather hastened.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Father.
Yes, Robert.
I don't believe you.
You don't believe what?
Forgive me.
The drink, I misspoke.
Thank you.
Maggie, you've grown so much.
Your hair, it's long, it's beautiful.
This is not Maggie.
This is Annie.
She's a friend of your husband's.
Oh...
Uh, I...
- Here. - I apologize.
- My mind... - Are you hungry?
I made some broth.
It would help you feel better.
(SHIVERING) Thank you.
Um, let me help you.
What's your name?
Here, sip.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I told you to leave my father alone.
Well, why don't you come in?
You assume too much.
Your father's a businessman, the same as me.
It's just a little discussion.
I've never seen father fragile.
Never. But when he returned home from your meeting,
he could hardly string together a sentence.
Your letter sent him running for the door.
What did it say?
Did you tell him about my involvement in our plan?
Robert.
I told you it was business and it was.
- Consolidated Coals... - Stop there.
Over the past month, if I've learnt anything about you,
it's that you say one thing and often mean another.
It's charming at times.
- But not now. -(CHUCKLES)
Never have been a very good liar.
In fact, I was threatening your father.
- You have withdrawn from the plot. - I said we should delay.
Well, you call it what you want,
Richmond had given me some entertaining intelligence on Norbert Morehouse.
Intelligence I used against him.
- Tell me.
But you saw the aftermath, use your imagination.
You couldn't wait two weeks?
Time's against us.
Morehouse dollar's a Morehouse dollar,
whether yours or your father's.
I admire your spirit, Kennedy.
And honestly, it was fun to see father unnerved.
To hell with the high society Northern cowards.
Leave my father out and I'll re-join this moment.
You got yourself a deal.
Let the Confederate apocalypse befall New York City.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
What's the plan?
Got to be at a spot in Duyvil Creek, tomorrow, sunrise.
- We're going to need funding. - Of course.
(GROANS)
MAN: Ah!
The locket Madam Grindle pawned, E and C entwined together.
Yeah. Weeks ago. I spoke the truth.
Is that so?
(GROANS)
I believed you then because I needed to believe,
but now... Now you're lying.
Talk now or enjoy the darkness.
It was your partner.
The one with the eye.
He paid me to lie.
He never told me his reasons.
Where is he now? Where is he hiding?
I haven't seen him since you were in my shop.
I promise you.
I'm speaking the truth now. Please, Adonai.
Who the hell is Adonai?
It is God.
God?
Yeah.
God.
You haven't uttered a word.
It's like I'm not even here.
I'm sorry. My mind is cluttered.
Come and sit down next to me.
Elizabeth.
Yes, Robert.
Have you forgiven Kevin?
(SIGHS) Why do you ask?
Orange County, Virginia, May.
Beautiful spring day.
Flowers, green on the trees.
My leg held a .58 caliber ball.
If you'd have told me that I owed my life to a runaway slave,
and some mick Irish immigrant...
What on Earth are you talking about?
At times I feel as though Corky's the only person I can trust.
If ever you can trust anyone,
know it is me.
Trust me, Robert.
FATHER BURKE: Kevin.
You could have come in.
Francis Maguire.
Yes, your missing friend.
I've been thinking back years ago when he arrived.
Another Irish lad my age in the neighborhood.
His dad died crossing the Atlantic,
his mom Corine, she ended up destitute.
And you,
you took them in till Francis found work,
got them back up on their feet.
FATHER BURKE: Francis was a gentle child.
CORCORAN: Before he disappeared, he said,
"No more salons, no more tarts."
Now he's headed to find God.
I spent many a night wondering what he meant by that.
But now I'm thinking if he is going to search,
the first place he'd go to is back to you.
I have neither seen or heard from Francis Maguire.
Since I was a child,
I've trusted you as a priest,
8S a man.
But right now,
I don't believe you.
'Tis not in my character to lie.
- Francis comes to see you. - He does not.
- To confess, to beg forgiveness. - He does not.
You looked after Maguire before, and you're doing so again.
And why are you hunting him?
If Francis comes to church, it's because he needs God's help,
not yours.
- Not out... Not out... - To help him.
Mother of God.
Would you stop this shite?
When you're acting like this, you're blind.
Please, Father Burke.
I'll ask once more.
Has Francis Maguire been hiding in your church?
I am not lying to you, Kevin.
I have had no contact with Francis Maguire.
But, I...
I did find this
this morning.
That's his badge.
- Is he there right now? - No.
When did Francis come?
If it is him,
he comes in the evening when I'm in bed, he's gone in the morning.
Where he goes in between, I have no idea.
He goes back to hell.
You wouldn't kill me, Kevin.
Father Burke, I truly don't know.
You gonna kill me?
I have yet to decide.
Oh.
Here.
You misplaced this.
Or you wanted to be found. Either way.
Churches are the only places in Five Points
that are unlocked day and night.
Even the taverns close eventually.
I guess that means a man can go without a drink for a few hours,
but not without the chance to repent.
Me? Neither.
I haven't been to a proper mass since before the war.
Look, if you're Irish and Catholic,
the teachings are in your head, inside you forever, right?
Confession, penance,
the grand reconciliation between man and God.
Chat with Father Burke, say a few Hail Marys, and you're free.
That's what they taught us.
Indeed it is.
No.
I ain't nothing but a wee man.
But I think...
I think it's time you confessed, Francis.
Here and now, in front of God.
You bedded my wife.
You murdered my little girl.
You know what?
I've decided.
Tell me the truth.
Or I will take you outside and bury you.
Next to my blessed daughter.
One soul in heaven, one in hell.
The truth it is then.
I did Kevin, I shared a bed with your Ellen.
(GRUNTING)
The bed left empty because you left.
I was needed in the war.
You were needed at home!
A home you abandoned.
When you returned during the riots,
you gave Ellen hope that she's got her husband back.
But no.
Kevin Corcoran, the war hero heads off onto the battlefield again.
You talk of hell, Corky.
Look around.
This is Five Points,
the closest place to hell on Earth.
And you left your wife and your daughter
here alone twice voluntarily.
At times we didn't know if you were alive
or lying dead in some creek.
I did what a man needed to do.
Took care of your family.
No.
You betrayed a man you called a friend!
You step in, play the husband,
and you bed my wife, make her pregnant,
and then take her to the abortion doctor.
How does that get you into heaven, Francis?
Don't be acting high and mighty.
You got no problem sticking your dick in Eva
while searching for your one true love.
Oh, shut up!
(PANTING)
Look at us.
We ain't that different, Corky.
We've both made mistakes.
Yes, Ellen got pregnant.
And she panicked.
We panicked!
Because you're my model, Cor.
Brother in life.
I couldn't have a child with your wife.
We went to Grindle.
Begged for help. Neither of us had any money.
And the days were passing.
So we paid that woman with Ellen's locket.
I know I've been lying to ya.
Every daY-
Each time you stood in the precinct
asking them if anyone had seen that locket.
Each time you stayed up late searching the docks for McClaugherty.
My silence was my lie.
And why Maggie?
I'll never tell.
I made a promise.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
If the choice is death or living with the guilt,
kill me now.
'Cause I ain't got the courage to do it myself.
You live with your guilt.
It's what you deserve.
Out. The both of you.
Now! I said get out of here!
Did you kill our Maggie?
I was gonna kill Francis.
I was gonna kill him.
I was.
But he said he swore an oath
that he'd never break whether I took his life or not.
And I could see the loyalty in his eyes.
The love for you.
Ellen.
- You killed my little girl! - No!
- Yes, you did. Say it. Say it out loud! - No! No! No!
No, no! Stop! Stop!
Stop. Stop the noise.
Stop the noise. Stop the noise. Stop!
- What noise? - Stop. Stop.
-(YELLS) What noise? - Stop.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop. Stop.
What do you hear, Ellen?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Crying.
(SOFTLY) Crying. The knock.
It echoes.
And you see the crying, and the knock...
Who's crying?
Who's knocking?
Ellen, I can stop the noise. I can make the crying go away.
But you've got to talk to me.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Tell me.
When did the noise start?
When... When Francis... When... When he took me.
To Madam Grindle's.
I watched what she did to me.
I saw the blood,
pieces of flesh.
I heard the baby crying.
But that's not possible.
Francis said it's not possible and I know,
but I still hear the cries!
And who's knocking?
- What, is it Maggie? - I don't know.
- Yes, you do. - I was sick. I'm still sick!
- Say yes, or say no. - I don't want to.
- I don't give a damn! Tell me! - Get back!
- Tell me now! - Yes! Yes!
Maggie's knocking!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
The bedroom.
She... She walked in.
Francis and I were lying together.
She saw us.
She started to cry.
She called out for you.
Her father.
The crying became a roar.
The room spun. I couldn't see, I could only hear the crying.
I reached for the noise from... For Maggie.
I tried to pull her to me to quiet her,
but she fought. The crying
got louder.
(STAMMERING) I pushed it away.
The crying. But it wasn't crying.
It was Maggie and...
Back... Backwards, she felt backwards.
Her little head...
The doorframe... The knock...
I... I killed my own daughter.
I killed my own daughter. Our Maggie.
Our Maggie.
I wish it were me instead of her.
I wish I was dead,
and she was here in your arms,
smiling.
I wish I'd never gone to war. Never...
Never left the two of you alone. Never killed the men I've killed.
When I found out that Maggie died,
scoured the city,
followed every clue, and you were hidden in plain sight.
(SOBBING)
(GASPS)
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
(CELTIC MUSIC PLAYING)