Doctor,
my baby girl, Hazel, is sick.
"The said Kennedy shall be hung
by the neck until he be dead".
Do you think your choices will not haunt you?!
If you think you'll intimidate me
into dropping my bid,
well, you're as stupid as you are duplicitous.
Lansing's out of control.
He must be contained.
Is this official police business, sir, or...?
What this is, Mr. Maguire,
is you showing appreciation
for being saved from the gallows.
Mrs. Corcoran.
I'm looking for for Kevin.
Ellen stopped by today...
She's pregnant. You slept
with my wife again, you son of a bitch!
The child is not mine, Kevin.
Copper 02x08 Ashes Denote That Fire Was Originally Aired August 18, 2013
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I was waiting all night
for you to come to bed.
You never did.
I will sleep when Kennedy's dead.
Tonight, the world will be free of him.
Amen.
But, first, we must pay respects
to Kevin's wife.
Mm, yes.
That poor woman.
Such desperation, to go so far.
Even in my darkest days...
Who can say?
But, surely, she did not deserve to die,
unlike Kennedy.
Robert, I think your presence there might
be a victory to him.
I think, perhaps,
it might be a waste of your time.
No, I want to see it happen.
I want to see Kennedy choke out his last breath.
What good would seeing that do?
It's how I will close the book
on the whole sordid affair.
For father.
But mostly for you.
I'm burying her
with my daughter.
It's where she belongs.
Kevin, you know the church's teachings.
She committed a mortal sin.
The new archbishop would never allow
a burial in consecrated ground.
Then don't tell him.
It's not so easy, son.
Every internment goes through his office,
and this new fella?
He's no Dagger John Hughes, believe me.
Hughes, at least, appreciated loopholes.
So the two of them are forever apart,
- mother and child? - I'm sorry, Kevin.
I'd be banished to Canarsie
if I went against the church.
All because of rules made by man.
Now, if Ellen
were to be cremated...
I thought that's another rule...
The church is against cremation.
And her ashes
scattered alongside Maggie's grave...
In the dead of night.
No one'd ever know.
You have Dagger John's affinity for loopholes.
Faith
depends on our belief
in the unknowable.
Will you join me in prayer?
Go ahead, father.
I lost God about nine minutes
into the battle of the wilderness.
"To every thing
there is a season,
and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die...
a time to kill..."
"We urge"... No, "We demand
that the board of aldermen
select General Donovan's bid
for the proposed new Croton Aqueduct."
"We urge that the board of aldermen acts
with good sense and alacrity
in approving General Donovan's bid",
et cetera, et cetera.
How long, Donovan?
How long will I be your pawn?
Is that how you see our collaboration?
Oh, is that what you call this,
this blackmail operation you're running,
using me to secure your bid
for this foolishness?
Would you rather
that buccaneer Lansing get the project?
I would prefer neither.
The Croton Aqueduct is sufficient.
And, yet, its most staunch advocates agree
that system will support a population
of no more than 2 million.
And in what fantasy land
will we need more water than that?
That's the problem with you anglo-saxons...
You lack a talent for grandeur.
Someday, Donovan, I will simply refuse
to do your bidding.
Ah, I find adjusting
to the reality of one's station in life
is like a balm for the soul.
I see our collaboration as being
mutually beneficial.
You help me get what I need
and I secure for you
that which you desire.
Mr. O'Hearn!
The tenement well Hazel used
is located here.
The water supply flowing into it begins here,
where collect pond used to be.
A well's water is always a reflection
of the history of its source.
What is the history of collect pond?
A dumping spot for tanneries,
slaughterhouses, cattle pens.
A sewer would have cleaner water.
Oh, Kevin.
Come in.
Sit down.
Uh, Sara, I was, uh,
hoping you could help me out.
I need to... To pick a dress.
For Ellen.
Of course.
We'll choose a beautiful color.
What was her favorite?
Um...
I can't remember.
I don't think I ever knew.
Mr. Corcoran,
if it please you, stay here.
Sara and I, we'll...
We'll get your missus ready for cooling.
Back home,
I have readied the dead for the next life.
Excuse me, Robert.
I'm not staying. I just wanted
to thank you for the invitation
to this evening's hanging.
The invitation didn't come from me.
It arrived this morning
to the club.
My wife remains your ardent supporter.
For all her unfortunate instincts, she does
sometimes recognize what is right...
putting Kennedy's terror to rest
and trying to keep us a family.
I'm sorry for the things I said
about your mother,
truly sorry.
For mother's sake alone,
I will attempt to accept your apology.
Just to be clear...
that gun was not loaded.
I will see you at the hanging.
My fire's burnin' hot now!
Damn rebel!
Carrying on like a loon in there.
Jesus, Kennedy!
You're a bit touched.
I'll be home soon!
Uhh!
Sanity is for the unchained.
Hey, Major, Missus. Come on in.
♪ 'Tis there I'd sit
♪ and cry my fill
♪ and every tear would turn a mill ♪
I don't think I can find the words.
Don't have to, Matthew.
You and I have
been through enough together.
A few words won't change that.
Sara, I can't
thank you enough.
She looks beautiful and at rest.
We were glad to do it.
She is at peace now,
with the Lord.
Corky.
Your Aunt Maeve is quite an interesting woman.
I was always terrified of her.
She used to beat my cousin with a wire belt.
Are you certain there's nothing I can arrange?
More food, spirits,
railway ticket out of town.
Oh, no, Major. Thank you.
My heart aches
for your grief, Kevin.
I hope you find solace
amidst the pain.
I appreciate
the two of you making the trip,
but I'm holding up.
I hope I did not upset him further.
For all our differences,
Corky and I share one trait...
We do not receive sympathy
with much grace.
So that's an Irish wake...
Mourning and drinking and singing,
all rolled into one.
I prefer the way we do it...
Somber affairs mark the somber passing
of somber lives.
Somber or not, these events remind us
we only have limited time
on this earth, Robert.
Seeing Kevin and Matthew together
reminded me of that.
The war?
No place like the battlefield
to learn about
the fleeting nature of life.
Every day, I wondered would I be next.
Oh, my God.
I can't even imagine.
Until I accepted the truth that was before me.
The truth?
I have no control, nor will I ever.
These nitwits
think the drink, the opium,
to be a result of my... soft life.
What does it matter,
what other people think?
In truth, it's the opposite.
They help soothe the agony
in my vanished leg
and clawing in my gut.
They keep the idea
of an alternative
ending at bay.
Oh, Robert.
Amidst the chaos,
I'm so glad we found each other.
Major General Dix has asked me
to come and witness the preparations
for the execution.
I'll be back shortly.
All the staff have gone to the parade.
I'm going to enjoy the rare quiet.
♪ When boyhood's fire
♪ was in my blood
♪ I read of
♪ ancient freemen
♪ for Greece and Rome
♪ who bravely led
♪ three hundred men
♪ and three men
♪ and then I prayed
♪ I yet might see
♪ our fetters rent in twain ♪
♪ and Ireland, long a province ♪
♪ be a nation once again ♪
♪ a nation once again
♪ a nation once again ♪
♪ and Ireland, long a province ♪
♪ be a nation once again ♪
You foiling my plan to escape?
Sounds like you have
a saloon on your hands.
You planning on coming in,
or are you going to hide out here all day?
Heard your people consider it a bad omen
for women in my condition to attend.
Ill tidings for the baby.
Since when does Eva Heissen believe
in old superstition?
Just one breath at a time...
That's how we endure these things.
I'm sick of superstition.
I'm tired of rules
that don't consider what it's like
actually being in this world.
Kevin,
I'm afraid I may have
caused your Ellen to worry.
What do you mean?
I encountered her
on the street the other day.
She asked about my pregnancy,
asked about you.
So?
I may have inadvertently
given her the impression
that you were the father.
Well, how so?
I can't be.
The timing's all off, right?
Of course it is,
but how could Ellen know that?
I could've assured her, but I didn't.
Sadly, what we could've done different
don't matter much now,
Eva.
Have you got a name yet?
I'm going back and forth.
Nothing German.
A nice American name.
Yeah.
No sense in looking to the past.
Major General Dix, I came to inquire
about the details of Kennedy's execution
and, now, he's gone?
The traitor escaped and stabbed a guard.
Soldiers and coppers are scouring
the downtown area.
I hope he's downtown.
What's the problem?
Can we not move any faster?
It's the parade, sir.
I have no way around the crowd.
Pull over. I'll go by foot.
Whoa!
Within the bounds of your precinct is
an entire tenement full of very sick people,
Irish and black alike, in dire need of
blood transfusions. I can help them,
if I can find healthy, fit donors.
News headline... "People are sick
and dying in Five Points."
Thank you for the update on neighborhood affairs.
Your younger patrolmen are the best candidates.
They are active and of the right age.
This police force is not going to
mix races in the name of magic!
So, a month ago,
I should've left my black hands in my pockets
and my science in my own head?!
I didn't have to walk into a building
under siege, risk my own wellbeing,
or ask my wife to work with me all night
to help keep you alive!
It's St. Patrick's day.
I'm about a battalion short of men
needed to keep order!
But a few of the lads may be available.
Tell them to meet me
at the tenement on Leonard
as soon as they can get there.
Isn't it amazing that Robert and I
can wear the same clothes?
I always considered him a much smaller man.
Certainly not
in achievement or standing.
I was going to flee the city, but,
I thought I'd drop in
and invite you along with me.
How thoughtful.
Despite your occasional cruelty,
I hold friendly sentiments toward ya.
I hold nothing for you but mockery, you fool.
Well, then,
it's time I finally changed your opinion.
You will die today, try as you might.
That's enough, Mrs. Morehouse.
You fight like
a dirty guttersnipe.
Aaah!
It's arousin', I must admit,
but I will not hesitate to end your life.
Wait. Wait!
Wait! Wait.
Wait, shh.
Not here.
The staff will be back from the parade soon.
I'll come with you, but we must hurry.
You search the top one?
Yes, of course. The left side as well?
There's nothing there!
Damn millionaire...
Bank notes tucked away! What about the other end?
I thought you said the money was here.
We can't travel without resources.
I told you... The Morehouse men
don't involve their women in money matters.
Oh, forgive me.
I didn't realize we would have visitors.
Elizabeth, did you offer Mr. Kennedy a drink?
A Brandy man,
if I remember correctly.
You know, I would love one last taste
of the blessed Morehouse stock.
Dear, be a good wife and pour us men
a drink, would you?
Or would you prefer something stronger,
my good man?
Thank you. We've got to be going on soon.
I think a Brandy would be wonderful.
You always considered yourself clever,
a clever man who can manipulate and exploit,
but, unfortunately,
a firearm
is much more powerful
than a wealthy wiseass.
Where's your money?!
Truthfully, I haven't seen
a silver piece in an age.
When father left, I found I was literate
in all things but finance.
Is that so?
Your drinks, gentlemen.
I do appreciate your hospitality.
Mmm.
Well, we've got to be off soon and, uh,
Elizabeth has decided to leave with me.
Really?
That's a revelation.
So don't make me ask you again,
or I will shoot you.
Where is your goddamn money?
Maybe I have a few Bobs stashed away.
There.
All the Morehouse notes
yet to be deposited.
The key!
Ahh.
So clever.
Always so clever.
Aah!
Ah!
Robert.
I'm okay.
She is first mine.
You know the most frightened
I ever seen ya?
Was you holding Maggie,
them first few days after she was born.
God, I was terrified
of that gorgeous little creature.
Your whole body'd go stiff.
You looked like...
Like that little babe in your arms
was planning to devour you, at any moment.
It was nothing that could've been
expected or imagined.
I've been meaning to say, Kevin,
she looks stunning, your Ellen.
Christ, Sybil.
You promised you weren't going to say that.
Shut up. It's a free country.
God forbid I should say something nice.
Every wake we ever been to,
whether the departed is 8 or 80...
"Ah, they look beautiful, they do."
- She goes on and on. - Well, she does.
She's dead, Sybil. How the hell
can you be good-looking when you're dead?
Keep it up, and they'll be building
a box for you, right quick.
You remember Bridey O'Halloran?
Bridey O'Halloran.
You remember Bridey O'Halloran?
She had some mug on her.
She was as ugly a witch as ever walked the earth.
It's bad luck to disrespect the dead!
We go to the wake,
and this one's saying to Mr. O'Halloran,
"Ah, she looks lovely in the box, she does."
The dead are just dead, okay?
They're neither good-looking or not,
'cause it don't matter.
Oh, stick it, you big oaf.
Sorry.
Hey, at least, now, it's a proper wake.
So what's next, we start swinging
from the trees and craving bananas?
And what do they call you Irish,
but savages?
You talk to a copper like that?!
I apologize, sir.
- I was out of line. - Mama.
You know what? To hell with Sullivan's crack orders!
Sara.
Would you and Hattie mind
checking on the cart outside?
Robert!
You're not supposed to be up there.
True, but good God,
imagine if you were found out.
You might've been forced up these steps.
Come on, come up.
No. No, I will not.
And you don't have to keep reminding me
of my debt to you.
Humor me.
Oh, my God.
It really does give you the chills,
doesn't it?
Annie Reilly.
Where you been?
Around.
I, um,
I heard about your Ellen.
I'm so sorry.
Well, thanks for coming.
It means a lot to me.
I have been planning to come see you.
I have found a nice family to live with.
Oh, yeah?
Well, is... is it... Is it safe?
Are they kind?
They're gentle.
They own a farm in Jersey,
a place called New Milford,
on the banks of the Hackensack River.
For a little girl,
anything beats Five Points.
I told them
my name was Annie Corcoran,
that my father is
a New York City detective.
Is that okay?
Of course it is, child.
You promise me
you'll be careful, Annie,
Annie Corcoran,
and bring me back some country chickens,
now and again.
Now, eat before you stand.
Get your strength back.
Transfusion is working.
Everyone seems to be responding well.
Matthew, come here.
Breathe.
Breathe for me, baby.
Hazel, honey, breathe for me.
I believed in you. I trusted you.
She was fine.
She was getting stronger.
Let Matthew tend to this girl.
What the hell's goin' on?
I told you this fool was no better
than some cracker doctor.
You don't give a damn about us.
Go on, now. This party's over.
Leave us be, damn it!
Matthew, time to go.
I am what I heal.
Today, I am nothing.
Many of those patients
were beyond the reach of medicine,
and some, still, you saved.
Think on the last time
we were together in Virginia.
For months, we planned escape
and it didn't work out.
Yet, here we are,
years later, together.
You do what you can.
The rest is up to God.
I may have faith, but too much dependence
on God is only for the helpless,
and I can solve this problem.
Even with all your learning, Matthew,
you are not the answer
to the world's troubles.
No man is.
The world will know
the loss of Hazel Turnow.
And it will not lose one more like her.
You must be blessed with an abundance
of luck, what with Alderman Bartlett
strangled to death with his pants down,
the most vocal opponent
of your aqueduct bid, and of you,
meeting such a sordid end.
Ah! The poor man.
I offered up a rosary for him,
past Sunday mass.
Please, it's more likely
you danced a jig over his demise.
I don't tend to gloat,
but I do like to win.
You have been winning since you got
to these shores, but I have to ask...
No rich daddy back home,
nobody to stake you in the New World?
I was one of 14 children raised
in a mud-floored hut
outside of Sneem in the county of Kerry.
Need I do the math for you?
You're a keen operator, Donovan,
but even with Bartlett gone,
you will not get the aqueduct project
unless you get Lansing to withdraw his bid.
I believe my proposal will win the day
and you and I will profit
as the properties we share
will explode in value.
So far, he has refused.
What makes you so certain
he will come around
to your position?
I'm sure that you will see that
chief among my greatest traits
is flexibility.
I can adjust my negotiation style,
if required.
Agh! Who's there?!
I'm the Angel of Darkness, you Orange Bastard.
Help! Sheehan!
Shh!
It's a catholic holiday.
All your staff are down at Eva's Paradise...
Kerosene.
Spending Donovan's money on whores and whiskey.
You got two choices...
You can sign this paper now...
Or I turn you
into a flaming scarecrow.
What is this?
I'm not paid to know or care.
You think you clowns will get away with this?
If I'm a clown,
then there's only one choice for you.
No.
Please, spare me.
Please, God in heaven, put that match out!
Look, you bastards have won. Please.
I don't want to die.
Jesus, you're embarrassing me,
Lansing. Now, sign.
Happy St. Patrick's day.
I have never seen such poor white folks,
just wretched.
They're living worse
than half the slaves I ever knew.
At least they're free.
Free to do what,
live like some kind of sick animals,
unable to fend for themselves?
Most of 'em, the Irish, especially,
arrived here with nothing, so,
they are forced to fight for the scraps.
I'm not trying to defend whites
who see fit to own people
as property, but, in my experience,
at least they have manners.
Mama!
So long as you say "Thank you" and "Please"
and know what fork to use first
- you are a good person? - Don't... no...
Do not try to change what I'm saying.
Just... civilized.
Well,
we're equals here, at least by law,
and we are carving out a life for ourselves...
A life?!
Here?!
Life has space, Sara,
and sky and...
Privacy.
Clean air to breathe.
On the plantation, the only privacy we had
was what daddy wanted to give us.
Here, it's whatever we can take,
for ourselves.
I don't aim to be ungrateful.
I'm just...
not accustomed to your Five Points.
You, uh...
you don't have to go, Annie.
I do. I just wanted
to let you know that I'm sorry, Kevin.
It wasn't your fault.
We were broken long before you got here.
I just wish that...
How many wishes
do each of us have?
Some get more than others, I guess.
I was telling the story, the other day,
on how you took me to Central Park
and we went sleigh-riding.
That was a fun day.
Even your Ellen had fun.
She was happy.
I wish that
we could all have had more days like that.
Ever since a copper offered me an egg,
I have learned to have good days.
Thank you
for never giving up on me.
I'm always so proud of you.
Matthew's just wasting his time.
He is changing lives,
saving lives.
I know you have been free for a while,
but I cannot believe that any white man
is going to care about the words
he's putting down on that paper.
That is a strong possibility,
but not putting those words down
guarantees that no man, white or black,
will ever read them.
You tell my friends
these last words!
I am to hang
and you are my brothers
and I happily die for you,
for my country,
and I am not sorry
and I am not afraid.
It's better this be my fate
than fall on bended knee
to the Union!
♪ Trust to luck
♪ trust to luck
♪ stare fate
♪ in the face
♪ for your heart
♪ will be
♪ easy
♪ when it's in
♪ the right place
I'm not going to lie to ya, Kevin,
and you can do what you like to me.
You can shoot me through the head or the heart.
Don't tempt me.
But I loved Ellen.
Maybe not as much as you,
maybe in a different way.
But I did.
I still do.
And I love you, too, ya bastard,
more than any brother
I ever could've had.
I know
I done things that can't be forgiven,
but just remember...
I will kill or die for you,
any day of the week.
All you need to do is ask.
I know, Francis.
Do you realize that,
on St. Patrick's day,
we celebrate the day he died?
When I was a boy, I always assumed
we were drinking to his birth.
I was never that hopeful.
♪ Our ship, she's ready ♪
♪ to sail away
♪ and it's come, my sweet comrades ♪
♪ o'er the stormy sea ♪
♪ her snow-white wings ♪
♪ are all unfurled
♪ and, soon, we'll swim ♪
♪ in a watery world ♪
- What do you call yourself? - My name's Teresa Trembley.
Arrange for Teresa's hiding, now.
I want the tract published, but no one
will accept the findings of a black man.
Let's change lives.
- Lazy slut. - Aah!
Your friend is headed to the tombs.
Let's just take a vacation, just us, shall we?
You'll find this a little more exciting than your husband's strain, I think.
You and I know that this city demands a certain level of patience.
Matthew!
She is as nasty a little whore as ever walked this city's streets.
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