Morehouse: 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.
Maguire: The druids, they don't mess around.
A gun, a knife, they're just tools to get a job done.
Donovan: Two dead, five missing. All from five points.
-How about a drink? -I can't have a repeat killer hunting my streets.
(celtic music playing)
Vendor: Paper, get your paper!
God damn it, doman. For god's sake, stop!
(grunting)
Woman: Ooh.
(gasps)
Mr doman, ain't it?
Imagine running into you this fine morning.
(grunts)
That's the second time you've tried to hoof it on me, doman.
We're gonna have a chat about those six missing 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 doing putting medicine in another man's drink?
Oh, did I? Must have thought the mug was my own.
A crowded bar, honest mistake.
Nothing honest about you, doman.
Opinions aside, detective... (gasps)
-You fellows got no evidence to prove otherwise. -Oh.
Let's give him some time to rethink.
Put him in the suite.
-Really? -Yeah.
(groaning)
(crying) please.
Please stop! Stop! Stop!
Oh, get me out of here!
Get me out of here, please!
(indistinct conversations)
James, have you seen my betrothed this morning?
Mrs haverford was up and left early, sir.
Volunteering for the ladies' christian union, I believe.
On her wedding day?
Remarkable woman.
Simply remarkable.
Kennedy: Got something for me?
(sniffs)
You see that my reply
Is 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 wedding day, mrs haverford.
I wish you nothing but great and perpetual happiness.
-Bit smaller, annie. -I know, I'm not finished yet.
Morning, kevin.
-Didn't hear you come home last night. -Working a case.
Ellen: Should I fix you some breakfast?
No, no, just came by to grab something.
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 ceilidh at the callahan's tonight. I was...
Thinking 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 mrs flynn
Because you were too busy gawking at me?
Got me a second date, if I recall.
-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.
(grunts)
(indistinct shouting)
Vendor: Paper, paper.
Doman: Christ, let me out of here.
Thought you weren't saying another word.
I'm gonna give the two of you some privacy.
Doman: No, no, no, no. Please, please stop.
I'll tell you anything you want to know, but I didn't kill anybody.
I was just doing my job. I swear.
-I work for the government. -Bullshit.
No, oh, no, I'm telling the truth!
I recruit soldiers for the union army.
Please, now get me out of here!
Man: You see that?
Amigone funeral parlour settled.
They'll take twice as much next week.
Criminey, francis. O'rourke's gonna be right pleased to hear that.
Speaking of which, I'll be happy to deliver the news myself.
Ain't properly had the chance to meet the man yet.
-Ah, well, you're not supposed to. -Ah, come on now, seamus.
I've been doing 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 favourite boys.
That's a good point.
A word from me would mean a lot.
Yeah, then the matter's settled.
-Well, no. -You're 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.
-Huh? -Here?
-Doman: (shouting) stop, I'm freezing! -(all laughing)
I'm what some call a bounty broker.
For each soldier we sign up, we get paid.
Usually I have no problems talking them into joining.
A little whisky, few tales of glory.
They'll be all fired up for uncle sam
And a paycheque.
War drags on, huh?
Word of the slaughter trickles up north, doesn't it?
Ain't as appealing
Once you see men returning home missing their arms and legs...
So you started drugging them?
Ah, I prefer "loosening their inhibitions".
Well, let's call it kidnapping. Hit him again.
That's what you're doing, ain't it, tim, huh?
Is that what it is?
Sprinkle 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 on my partner.
Calls himself john smith.
He tipped me onto 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 fellow named brubaker.
Never meet him before. Never seen him since.
You're saying he killed john mcgrath.
We bought the boys a round, put a few drops in their rag water.
Helped them out of the bar.
Then... Then one of the brothers starts struggling.
And my sauerkraut-eating pal goes berserk,
Starts beating the breath out of 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 missing boys?
I don't know. I don't know.
-Again. -No, no.
Corcoran: 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 guessing 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 judgement, sir.
Request denied. I've just sent 20 men over to the eighth
To help put down a donnybrook.
-(sighs) -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.
Now, 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,
Realising a mistake in agreeing to this marriage.
The silver's being loaded into the carriage as we speak.
Morehouse: 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.
(humming)
# no signal for another train
# no further down the line
# oh, sinner, you are truly lost
# if once you're left behind
# get on board
# get on board #
(laughs)
Sara: Matthew.
Well, don't just stand there smiling like a Sunday drunk.
(laughs)
There is plenty to do today.
Well.
I best just get right to work then.
-Mmm-hmm. -(knock on door)
Miss heissen. What a nice surprise.
Thought I would welcome you folks back to the neighbourhood.
Traditional pastries from our homeland
Along with a bottle of kohler and frohling wine from california.
That's very thoughtful of you.
After the hospitality you showed me, that's the least I can do.
Doman: This is john smith's place, but I...
I... I don't know what's here that will tell you anything.
Well, his real name, for instance.
As long as I got paid it 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 never killed a man, until the war.
First one, that was...
That was hard.
Harder on him, of course.
After the first dozen, killing 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 getting my fair share.
Corcoran: Invoices, bills.
Anything useful?
Maybe.
Name of us army recruiting officer sergeant major atticus reid.
-Smith's contact. -Could be.
I'll pay him a visit. You stay here.
Keep looking for something that'll help us find smith.
O'brien: Are you sure you got time for that?
I can go to the recruiter myself.
You got to 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.
(knock on door)
You enter at your own risk.
Uh, this week's take, mr o'rourke.
And this here is...
-O'rourke: 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 no 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?
Wanted to express my appreciation to you.
For giving 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?
I think I could be more than just some delivery boy.
An asset.
A few years back, me cousin got pinched
Lifting 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 want to know what you're really offering, detective.
Man with no options will do anything to survive.
I'm yours.
Give me 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 meself.
Mr maguire...
I still have two good eyes and I believe what I see with them.
The only way I'd ever trust a fellow like you is
If you took out one of your own.
You'll have to kill a copper.
Fair enough.
I have just the fellow in mind as well.
Freeman: 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 want to be in anyone's debt.
I have exhausted all options in my search.
She's 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's be friendly in return.
Go and celebrate his wedding day.
(guests conversing indistinctly)
Reid: 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 you.
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 taking niggers now, for christ's sake.
This is kidnapping, sergeant major...
Look, shitbird!
I get that you've got a job to do.
So do I.
And this goddamn war tearing 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.
I stopped being a corporal seven months ago, sarge.
Thanks for the time.
Detective, I believe you dropped something.
By sundown he'll likely be gone.
You'll need to hurry.
(dog barking in the distance)
Go upstairs. Get changed.
-Really? -Yes.
I'm not about to attend a high-society wedding by myself.
The bride is ready, sir.
Mr morehouse, your bride is ready. We need to begin.
-My best man isn't here. -Man: It's right this way.
Morehouse: This may be him.
There's his wife.
(guests murmuring indistinctly)
(sighs)
Join me, james. You've been drafted.
This is highly unregular, sir.
When have you known me to follow convention?
Besides, better to be my best man than one who sees me naked each day.
(wedding music playing)
Reverend: I require and charge you both,
As ye shall answer at the dreadful day of judgement
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.
O'rourke: This cop we're looking for,
I trust it's something personal?
Maguire: If it wasn't for this fellow, I'd still have me job.
Me old life.
Really, though,
-Just better him than me. -It always is, detective.
Any prick can pull a trigger.
I prefer you get your hands dirty.
Unless you don't think you can get this close and see into his eyes.
Morehouse: 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.
-(straining) -(grunting)
Reverend: By the giving and receiving of a ring, joining of hands,
I pronounce they are man and wife.
Blood red on copper blue.
Reverend: In the name of the father, and of the son,
And of the holy ghost...
-My favourite colours. -May the lord bless and preserve you...
(spits)
Reverend: Both in this life and in the world to come.
(guests applauding)
There he is.
The luckiest one-legged millionaire in all of new york city.
All of us millionaires are missing some part of ourselves, mr donovan.
A brain, a heart.
And mrs morehouse, you look lovely.
Why, thank you.
Donovan: We may be neighbours soon.
The cottington place is rumoured to be up for sale
And the missus and I will be putting in a bid.
Oh!
I would have thought you would be obligated to reside in the sixth ward,
Considering your political office.
No, no. We amended the city charter just last year.
There is no requirement for me to live anywhere.
Isn't democracy a beautiful thing altogether?
Excuse me.
The mayor sends his regrets.
Gunther is worried over his re-election 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 many fine men... -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?
(knock on door)
(grunts)
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 coming down here to get him out of here.
-To get them all out of here. -John smith.
Your boys would have recognised 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.
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 them off?
Well, it's about time I finally get a return for them lazy shits.
-(gun cocks) -sir?
Michael, your brother is dead
Because of this lousy bastard.
I know.
Still, I ain't sure
Johnny would have wanted this.
But he deserves to suffer,
Cold and alone like he left us here.
Let him live out his days in chains.
(gun clicks)
Go on.
Michael: Thank you, sir.
Tell your ma she doesn't have to worry about him any more.
(grunts)
Whoa!
Don't seem near enough justice to see you in chains.
So you're going to kill me?
I'll give you a choice, more than you ever offered your own sons.
Either I end this now,
Or you learn first-hand what dying looks like.
Morehouse: Why, annie reilly. What were you doing up there?
Uh, looking for my coat. I, um... Well past my bedtime.
-We have people for that, miss reilly. -(scoffs)
Tell the help and they'll fetch your belongings.
You never looked handsomer, mr morehouse.
Not exactly how I envisioned our wedding night.
(sighs)
(groggily) look at you, robert.
(chuckles)
You may be a morehouse by name,
But tolerance for this indulgence
Takes a lifetime of practise, my dear.
(moans)
I don't deserve you.
I don't deserve any joy.
I'm a terrible person.
Shh.
(whispers) you're exhausted.
No!
I'm a charlatan.
A deceiver before all our friends and family, and before god himself.
Elizabeth, you're speaking nonsense.
I know
Exactly whom I married.
(whispers) 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.
(chuckles)
I think perhaps we should take a rest from the opium.
Mr 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!
The preyed upon my naivety.
Forgive me, robert.
(whispers) forgive you?
Forgive you!
You realise that I exiled my father for his involvement?
My own father!
What else are you involved in?
What lies have you shown?
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.
(sobs) robert, I need you.
Please, if you testify then we can't...
Robert, please!
Please!
Reid: 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 them my way, irish.
Union now and forever,
Private mcgrath.
(door opens)
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 you... -I said it's all right, kevin.
But you should apologise to mr 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 other's lives at the expense of our own.
-It was just a wedding. -No.
No. This is how life has 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 burning up with this fever.
And the 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.
(sighs)
(people conversing indistinctly)
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.
Fellows 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.
Sir, thanks for the advice.
I'm only looking out for you.
Now go have yourself a drink, on me.
-Thank you. -All right.
Whisky.
Evening, stranger.
You have your morning 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.
You may want to check his pulse.
Not looking so swell yourself, corky.
Long day.
Trouble at home?
Never been better.
(sniggers)
Bullshit!
# sometimes I am a butcher
# and then I feel fat ware sir
# and if the flank be fleshed well
# I take no further care
# sometimes I am a baker
# and bake both white and brown #
(both chuckle)
Kevin! Thank goodness, the cavalry has arrived.
If you want to hear a real bawdy song, corky here is your man.
Lottie, get out.
She hasn't heard the shoemaker verse.
She hasn't.
(morehouse laughs)
(morehouse sighs)
-Well, kevin, you've managed to ruin my day twice. -(door closes)
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 disappointment.
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.
(giggles)
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're forgiven. Um...
Let's just say,
I'm trying to honour my commitment.
Just like on the battlefield.
(morehouse moans)
(sighs)
Shove up, major.
(groans) you and me...
We're bunking up tonight.
Take off your goddamn boots before kennedy strolls in.
(freeman and sara vocalising)
(sighs)
Something to drink, lady sara?
That'd be lovely, prince matthew.
(chuckles)
(freeman continues vocalising)
How about some of ms heissen's wine? Hmm?
(distant voices)
You keep telling me you're fine.
I am.
I will be.
Yet here we are, looking out at that same lamppost,
Thinking about what happened to your brothers.
Just a memory.
A memory is part of you, what you witnessed.
It's something I'm tired of running from.
What can I do?
How do I help you turn around and face it?
You don't.
-Sara? -(door opens)
Sara!
-Sara: No more. -Sara!
No more, matthew.
No more.
-(grunting) -(clanging)
(both grunting)
(all grunting)
(people conversing indistinctly)
Man: Come on. Come on, let's go.
Sullivan: Where's your damn 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!
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!
Do whatever you must.
Find the no good son of a bitch who stabbed that boy.
He was one of our own!
See that justice is done.
(celtic music playing)