We, um, found a body in Central Park.
Jeremiah McLean killed Mary.
[ Fires ]
Corcoran: Christ, Francis!
Morehouse: Robert, the wagon!
What was Mr. Maguire doing here?
[Crying] Seeing Mrs. Maguire.
That's not her.
Remember me,
Ellen?
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♪ My sad heart strove
♪ to choose between
♪ the old love
♪ and the new love
♪ The old for her
♪ the new that made me think ♪
♪ on Ireland dearly
[ shuddering ]
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 Hydrargyri Chloridum.
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 was the last I feel appropriate to give her.
Kevin,
I must warn you...
even with treatment,
your wife's 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 'til this afternoon.
Hey, Corky?
Happy Thanksgiving.
Same to you, Annie.
Go down to the docks, relieve McCormack
and Lattimer of their watch.
You two, the shacks in Cow Bay.
Don't just knock, I want you inside every one.
Andrew, any of our men seen Maguire
come and go out of his rooming house?
Nope.
His mother's?
The same... no word.
Why don't you make the rounds again
in case the others missed something.
What?
Are you forgetting that Maguire killed
Mary Lockwood and Jeremiah McLean
and God knows who else?
That he locked my wife away
in a goddamn asylum for seven months!
Calm down, Kevin.
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.
The 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?
No. 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.
[ Frustrated exhale ]
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.
Well, 'til now, I haven't had any use for him.
[ Gasp ]
I got to go.
Eva, my wife's at home.
Eva,
my anger, it's... it's not at you.
I came to ask for your help.
If you would stop off after your party,
sit beside her.
Everyone I know has family.
You have a hell of way
to make a woman feel special, Corky.
Fine, I'll be there in a few hours.
Kennedy: The reports you mention are true.
I returned from Richmond to discover
your city's, uh, Southern sympathizers
have backed away from our plot.
Disappointingly,
Mr. McMaster among them.
Cowards.
Scared for their political
and financial futures, no doubt.
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 foolproof.
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's 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.
Mmm.
But you're right. Ahem!
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...
the Fifth Avenue hotel or Lovejoy's.
Do you have a preference?
The Fifth Avenue is large, grand.
Lovejoy's? Quaint and handsome.
Hmm, I'll look into both,
see which one is more, uh, relevant.
Good day.
[ Piano plays ]
A toast, to family near and far.
Yes, yes, yes.
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.
Hear, hear!
And, while I may be a hellcat to work for...
oh!
I thank you all for helping me find
the prosperity and happiness
I was seeking.
Auf ihre gesundheit.
And let us remember dear Molly.
Oh. Aye.
Of course.
To Molly, whose end came too soon.
Woman: To Molly. Woman: Sweet Molly.
Such a lady.
Good morning, Detective.
Yes, sir, she's home.
I was thinking he might come round
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've happened 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!
[ Chuckle ]
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 opinion. [Laughs]
May I present Messieurs 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
onstage at the same time...
"Julius Caesar" at the Winter Garden.
Half of New York is clamoring for tickets.
We are pleased to hear that 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 hath no name".
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've 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 goddamn enough.
You understand me?
No, sir.
No?
[Laughing] No?
You really are a dumb son of a...
you listen to me, you smarmy piece of shit!
The sign on the door may say "Captain",
but it's been a long time since you were
in charge of this precinct.
These here? They're my men
and they'd sooner follow me into hell,
before saving your hide,
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 Carmansville?
I invited the Monroes over.
With Eli gone,
I thought Adrienne and the children
might want to spend the holiday with friends.
Mmm! They're in for quite a feast.
[ Chuckle ]
How are you feeling?
Well enough to get around.
Well enough to cook.
Just don't tire yourself out.
Keep your smile.
How is Corcoran's wife?
Addiction is a torture.
And withdrawal is 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.
Booth: 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 theatre throughout the world:
"Liberty! Freedom!
Tyranny is dead!"
[ Laughter ]
You overenunciate, Johnny.
Let us take a break from talking war
and, instead, speak of celebration...
your fundraiser.
Yes, Edwin is to play Brutus;
John Wilkes, Marc 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...
Weenan, Cohen & co.
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.
But 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.
[ French accent ] Kennedy: Have you
had a nice holiday, Mr. Morehouse?
Norbert: Do not waste my time
with 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 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.
[ U.S. Southern accent ] And, yet,
you did not act to stop me. [Laughs]
Tell me why I'm here.
Well, you say you know who I am.
You know I work secret service
for the Confederate States of America.
I have no intention of exposing you.
[Chuckle] 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 yet heard? Just yesterday.
He and president Davis had a falling out.
Now, I have the former Senator's documents,
the trade permits.
This agreement
you refer to, it's quite extensive.
There's a paper trail
from New York to Tampa Bay
and I tell you, smuggling contraband,
aiding and abetting the enemy...
that behavior could 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.
[Chuckle] Glorious.
There is one other item
that I wish to discuss...
your son, Robert.
[ Shuddering ]
[ Music plays ]
You know, I've listened
to this song every day.
[ Moaning ]
I'd gone to Fauvell's jewelry,
bought the locket, had it engraved.
[ Moaning ]
The letters e and c on its face.
E and c, e and c, my locket!
Yes, Ellen, the locket.
[ Moan ]
Annie! Annie, I need you!
Annie!
[ Running footsteps ]
Her legs. Grab her legs.
Should I get the medicine?
No, just hold on, child, it'll pass.
It'll pass.
That... that... that woman!
That woman?
What woman, darling?
That woman, she made... she made us pay.
Time ticking.
Clock. Watch.
Ellen? Pay for what?
[ Gasping ]
A locket for a life.
You didn't think I would come.
Did I say that?
Where is she?
She is in bed.
Upstairs. [Snaps fingers]
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.
I 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's, yes?
He mentioned it to me
before leaving for Richmond,
said he was looking for more investors.
I guess he found one.
There was infighting 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... it's beautiful.
This is not Maggie.
This is Annie.
She's a friend of your husband's.
Oh.
I...
here.
I apologize. My mind.
Are you hungry? I made some broth.
It might help you to feel better.
Thank you.
Um, let me help you.
[ Blows ]
What's your name?
Here, sip.
[ Knock at door ]
I told you to leave my father alone.
Well, why don't you come in?
[ Laughs ]
You assume too much.
Your father's a businessman,
same as me.
It was just a little discussion.
I've never seen father frazzled, 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 Coal's...
stop there.
Over the past month, if I've learned anything
about you, it's that you say one thing
and often mean another.
It's charming, at times, but not now.
[ Laughs ]
Never have been a very good liar.
In fact, I was threatening
your father.
You had 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.
No, but you saw the aftermath.
Use your imagination.
You couldn't wait two weeks?
Time's against us.
A Morehouse dollar is a Morehouse dollar,
whether yours or your father's.
I admire your spirit, Kennedy.
[ Laughs ]
And, honestly, it was fun
to see father unnerved.
To hell with the high-society
northern cowards.
Leave my father out
and I'll rejoin this moment.
Got yourself a deal.
Let the Confederate apocalypse
befall New York City.
[ Laughs ]
What's the plan?
Going to be
at Spotten Devil Creek tomorrow at sunrise.
We're going to need funding.
Of course.
Ohh.
Ah!
The locket Madame Grindle pawned...
e and c entwined together.
Yeah, weeks ago.
I spoke the truth!
Is that so?
Aah! Ah!
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's he hiding?
I haven't seen him since you were in my shop.
I promise you. I'm speaking the truth!
Please! [Crying] Adonai.
Who the hell is Adonai?
It is God.
God?
Yeah.
God.
[Laughing] 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?
[Scoff] 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.
Burke: Kevin!
You could've come in.
Francis Maguire.
Yes, your missing friend.
Hmm, I've been thinking back,
years ago, when he arrived,
another Irish lad my age
in the neighborhood.
His dad died, crossing the Atlantic;
and his mum, Coreen,
she and him were destitute.
And you? You took 'em in,
'til Francis found work,
got 'em back up on their feet.
Francis was a gentle child.
Before he disappeared, he said
no more saloons, 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's going to search,
the first place he'd go to is back to you.
I have neither seen nor heard
from Francis Maguire.
Since I was a child,
I trusted you...
as a priest, as a man.
But now?
I don't believe you.
It is 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!
[ Grumbling ]
I'm 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 will ask once more.
Has Francis Maguire been hiding in your church?
I'm 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 does 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 going to kill me?
I've yet to decide.
Oh...
here,
you misplaced this.
Or you wanted it 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...
[sigh] Not without the chance to repent.
Me? Me?
I haven't been to a proper mass
since before the war.
But 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.
Now,
I ain't no holy 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?
[ Bottle rattles ]
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.
[ Coughing ]
A bed left empty because you left.
I was needed in the war!
You were needed at home!
A home you abandoned.
And 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,
then 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 you're searching for your one true love.
Oh, shut up!
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 Mo Dluthchara...
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
and I've been lying to you, every day.
Each time you stood in the precinct,
asking if anyone had seen that locket,
each time you stayed up late,
searching the docks for McClarty,
my silence was my lie.
And my Maggie?
I'll never tell.
I made a promise.
Tare an'ouns, Corky.
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!
[ Annie crying ]
Did you kill our Maggie?
I was going to kill Francis.
I was going to 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! No! No!
Yes, you did! Say it! Say it aloud!
[Sobbing] No! No! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop the noise. Stop the noise.
Stop it! Stop! Stop!
What noise? What noise?!
[Hyperventilating] Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop.
What do you hear, Ellen?
Crying.
Crying. A knock. It echoes.
Endlessly, 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.
Tell me,
when did the noise start?
When... when Francis, when...
when he took me...
To Madame Grindle's.
I watched what she did to me.
I saw the blood, pieces of flesh.
I heard the baby cry.
But that's not possible.
Francis said it's not possible.
And I know,
but I still hear the cry.
And who's knocking?
What, is it Maggie?
I don't know. Yes, you do.
I'm... I was sick. I'm still sick!
Say yes or say no!
I don't want to!
I don't give a damn! You tell me! Tell me now!
Aah! Yes! Yes! Maggie's knocking.
[ Panting ]
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,
for... for Maggie.
I tried to pull her to me, to quiet her,
but she fought.
The crying got louder.
I pushed it away, the crying,
but it wasn't crying, it was Maggie.
And back-backwards, she fell backwards.
Her little head, the doorframe,
the knock.
I... I killed my own daughter.
I killed my own daughter.
Our Maggie.
[ Crying ]
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 left the two of you alone,
never killed the men I've killed.
When I heard that Maggie had died,
I scoured the city, followed every clue,
and you were hidden in plain sight.
[ Shuddering ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Sob ]
[ Pounding on door ]
[ Pounding ]
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