Jack Ramsey died.
I'm sorry, Eva, you'll be prosecuted for murder.
I have written a tract
which identifies all the water sources
within Five Points at risk of contamination.
You'll find this a little more exciting
than your husband's strain, I think.
I'm looking for a Detective Corcoran.
My name's Teresa Trembley.
Arrange for Teresa's hiding, now.
Remember that she only just learned her sons died.
And what happens when she learns
the truth of those deaths?
Did you explain to Mr. Lansing
that his regrets came too late?
I did. With pleasure.
Proceed.
You want the gloves to come off?
- Then so be it. - No!
- synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
♪ Christ the lord is risen today ♪
♪ Alleluia ♪
♪ Earth and heaven in chorus say ♪
♪ Alleluia ♪
Episcopal hymns.
Sound like swine being led to a slaughter.
Simply awful.
Captain, your men will shutter Eva's Paradise tonight.
Yes, sir.
Well, how is it going to help Eva,
if we close her business?
She'll go broke.
Once again, you fail to see
beyond the parameters of Five Points.
We are offering those Greenwich village bigots
a sign of good faith.
This is bigger than one lowly immigrant.
That lowly immigrant made the Paradise home
to half the sixth ward, including you!
Chain of command, Corcoran.
Jesus Christ almighty.
I'm sick and tired of your saintly bullshit, Detective!
Now, either you get your lowly immigrant arse in line
and do as I say, or I have no further use for ye.
Why can't you pull rank and get Eva out today?!
He's a lawman who believes in the law,
until it affects him.
"Pull rank" you say, hmm?
We will exonerate Miss Heissen
by legal means.
She's going to need capital to afford a proper lawyer,
and I plan on securing both.
Do you not trust me, Kevin Corcoran?
I was going to ask you the same question.
Hey.
He was snoring,
always snoring, sleeping on his side.
So I took a tenpenny nail
and I swung the hammer, hard as I could.
So here I sit,
waiting to hang.
Sure gives you time to think, no?
[Unlocking]
Miss Heissen?
Je Lovrich, attorney and saviour.
A man of contradictions.
As amusing as your quips might be,
my time is short. I come to you with an offer...
$5,000 and I'll take your case.
$5,000.
Yes.
Mister, uh...
- Lovrich. - Lovrich.
I don't have that kind of money!
If you wish to afford my services,
Mr. Sutton,
rising real-estate investor,
holds the key.
Ahem.
You'll see that I have
calculated all assets in all aspects
of your... saloon, Miss Heissen.
With due respect, my offer is firm.
I will not negotiate.
You're asking me to sell the Paradise?
Everything I own?!
Madame,
our professions
are not all that different...
good service does not come cheap.
How did you know I was here?
General Donovan insists
that the queen of Five Points
remain atop of her throne
and away from the gallows.
♪ Raise your joys ♪
♪ and triumphs high ♪
[Laughter]
How long can they go on for?
To Lieutenant General Grant!
Richmond has fallen!
The end of the Cconfederacy is near!
Man: To Lieutenant General Grant!
Cheers!
Police!
We need everyone out, now!
O'brien: Everybody, out!
Go on!
Close it up, keep movin'!
What the hell's goin' on here?
Eva's Paradise is closing up shop, Richie.
Corky?
Look, no questions, just go.
Where? We live here.
You'll sleep at the precinct.
Come on, out. Get out!
Let's go, top hat.
On to Richmond.
Isn't that what we Union men used to say?
Man: There's the door. There you go.
Today, Richmond is ours,
and you turn your back on all your brothers
who fought and died for this hour.
[Spits]
[Choir continues singing]
You're all copper now.
No Union corporal would ever
steal this night away from us.
That's enough. Move on.
♪ Alle... ♪
♪ ... luia ♪
I've got room in my cell!
[Shouting]
[Laughter]
Mr. Donovan's not here, but he should be back
momentarily, if you'd like to sit.
We'll wait in there.
[Sniff]
"Where a malignant and a turban'd turk
beat a venetian and traduced the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
and smote him, thus."
[Chuckle] Who reads that shit?
Sounds like someone who don't speak English no good,
or like that drabble from the, uh,
Bartlett kid's suicide note.
No.
No, I thought we were here for Eva.
Corky, just 'cause he's got the same book
as some dead rich kid don't mean
Donovan's involved with anything.
No, it doesn't, but I need you to go
back down to the precinct,
pull the Bartlett murder file from storage.
What are you going to do?
I'd like to talk to Donovan, alone.
Why do I get the feeling you're about to make
all of New York quake?
Considering that Mr. Lansing has sent word
that he has chosen to, instead,
commence construction on a dam outside Buenos Aires,
the only qualifying bid that remains
is that of gen Brendan Donovan.
Gentlemen, please!
We will reconvene in two days' time,
at 9:00, at which time,
the board will hold the final vote
on the sole proposal.
Congratulations, General.
Thank you, sir.
Congratulations, General Donovan.
The sisyphus of Five Points
may make his way to the mountaintop,
after all.
Thank you, Mr. Morehouse, I'm a firm believer
that a contract is not closed until signed.
Alderman stonington wishes
to meet with you privately.
I do suggest that,
for the good of your proposal,
you take the man up on his offer.
Tomorrow night, my home?
Oh, you must mean your son's home.
What time shall I arrive?
7:30 should be fine.
Mrs. Morehouse.
Mrs. Morehouse!
[Moan]
James, answer me this...
what hangs at a man's thigh
that wants to poke a hole
it's often poked before?
Oh, I don't know.
A key.
[Laughs]
Choir: * Christ our lord *
What is the use of this instrument?
Called a cytoscope.
Used to examine infections
in urine in the bladder.
This goes inside a man's...?
Say what you came here to say.
I have failed you.
Your medical tract... I cannot publish it.
Oh, Major.
No.
"Major" is a title reserved
for one who deserves respect.
Robert,
I am tired of you and your uptown bullshit...
the lies, the deceptions,
the broken promises that your people...
Do not generalize.
Have I not been charitable enough
to pay for your medical practice?
And what of reuniting Sara with her mother?
Friendly acts, yes, eclipsed by
greedy exploits of the general public!
I have tried. I am still trying.
Trying to do what?
To become...
something, someone, who...
Children and the elderly are dying,
while you line your pockets with cash!
Now, tell me,
what are you buying with that blood money,
another bottle of Brandy,
a new suit?
I sure as hell hope
it's worth the life of a child!
Goddamn you, Freeman.
This bandage was clean
when I first examined him.
It's now stained with blood.
Purple splotches on the face.
The eye is bloodshot. The other eye,
if he had one, would be the same,
but it was an open lesion,
so the blood had a way to escape.
Through the stab wound,
hence the bloodstained bandage.
What of the frothy spit at his mouth?
Same as the eyes and face.
When you abruptly cut off a man's oxygen supply,
this is the result.
All telltale signs of suffocation.
Corky, without evidence...
Cut off a man's oxygen, you said?
[Door opens, closes]
Well, look at that gleeful grin.
What are you going on about?
Ma-ma!
Well, if you must know, I met someone.
No,
not like that. A man, though.
His name is Tommy, like your brother.
Would you believe he has been working for JD?
The field hand?
Except, JD is not on the plantation anymore.
He livin' up north of here.
Got an apple orchard all his own.
My lord!
Good for him.
Yes.
I had the most curious moment, Sara.
It dawned on me...
I was standing in the store,
buyin' food, and nobody had sent me.
I went there on my own accord
because I wanted flour, I wanted rice.
I remember that moment,
except, I had a bag of sugar under my arm.
Ha! You and your sweet tooth.
I see you and Matthew,
going about your life,
doing whatever you please.
It's beautiful to watch.
I just...
I... I'm unsure of what to make of it all.
You'll know, soon enough.
Tell me about your new friend, Tommy.
He said that, up north of here,
there's these skinny lakes,
that they just stretch for miles,
and they call 'em finger lakes,
'cause they long and slender,
like piano fingers,
look like they belong to the hands of God.
JD's orchard is at the edge of one of 'em,
lake, um, Canaga. Lake C...
Canandaigua?
That's it! That's the one!
Well, Tommy goes up there every summer
and then, in the fall, him and JD,
they pick apples off the trees.
"There's nothing like autumn,
upstate New York," Tommy said.
"October will break your heart.
You never want the days to end."
Then he smiled and offered me a job, to work.
I had to laugh...
an old woman like me,
workin' the land for the first time.
I said, "I was in the house, Tommy."
[Laughter]
I would like to see those beautiful leaves one day, though.
You settling in okay?
I suppose so.
I mean, I'm grateful for all of this,
I just never saw anyone die before.
Watching Alderman Bartlett,
the struggle,
him gasping,
convulsing...
just the images keep circling in my mind.
I can't make them stop.
Sorry.
Don't be.
You've been goin' through some tough times, Teresa,
but you don't have to go through them alone anymore.
What is it?
You remind me of someone.
Who's that?
Just... from my past.
Years ago in Ireland, when I was a wee lad.
And?
It's only I haven't thought about her in years.
Do you miss her?
I didn't, 'til I met you.
Line by line,
the words match Bartlett's suicide note.
Hey, Glynn!
Get these back down to storage, would ya?
Right away, detective.
So Donovan and the Bartlett kid
like the same lousy poetry.
You have a lot more faith
in coincidence than I do.
[Glass breaks]
[Sobbing]
I got to ask... Donovan has been
acting peculiar lately.
Anything you can tell me
about your past together?
Business, the girls,
whatever type of business
you two have on the side?
Does he get his hands dirty, or does he...
does he hire outside for that?
Do you realize that I'm...
I'm trying to help you, right?
Because, from what I see,
Donovan's assistance,
it only brings you losses.
First, he shuts down the Paradise,
and then, he wants you to sell.
He did what?
He's the father, isn't he?
Corky,
be careful.
Donovan is not a man to be trifled with.
Schedule my carriage for 7:00.
I'll be going to the Morehouse mansion on West 23rd Street.
Yes, sir, Mr. Donovan.
Detective Corcoran.
Just the man I was hoping to find.
I was out of line yesterday, hmm?
The lads in the 6th precinct
hold you in such high esteem
for the very characteristics
I criticized.
Truth is, you're a finer copper
than I ever was.
I was just noticing your old badge.
Hmm. Some of my fondest days.
I wanted to tell you, I've been realizing
that you were right all along,
about police work being easier than I make it.
In certain cases, yes, but...
The lines are clear...
black and white, good and bad.
We serve, we bring the bad in for justice.
It's simple... retribution for crime.
Isn't that the most
satisfying part of the job,
the retribution?
Absolutely.
See?
I'm still learning from you, yet.
I thought you just asked me to formulate a lie!
One which I will state as fact,
in order to scare General Brendan Donovan,
because you have a hunch he may be up to no good?
Are you going to tell me this is
the first untruth you told to a higher rank?
What if you're on to something, Corky?
Have you reached the level of confidence at which
you think you can depose a Tammany ward boos?
Just please, do me this favor.
Don't worry about any fallout, all right?
And what of implicating me
into this scheme of yours?
You are a millionaire,
Major Robert Morehouse.
Tammany Hall needs people like you
to keep this city afloat.
[Chuckle]
Soon, a new New York for its new people.
And what of this city's past?
Men such as we laid its foundations.
You cannot change history.
No, but I can control its future.
An Irish Napoleon in our midst.
Do remember, General Donovan,
as committee chair, I control when, and if,
the aqueduct vote happens.
The vote is to be tomorrow morn.
Yes, but, first, I need to meet
with my esteemed brother, who runs
a highly regarded engineering firm.
By any chance,
is your brother Kenneth Stonington?
[Cluck]
The very same!
[Chuckles]
Uncanny.
My research tells me he's the best.
I had no other in mind to which to offer
the engineering venture of the aqueduct.
I can only hope your brother will accept.
I'm certain he'll be interested.
Shall we take a recess from business?
The neighborhood is afire with whispers
of last month's scandal.
Christ, which scandal?
[Chuckle]
It seems the Bartlett family is unsatisfied
with the way the police handled the deaths
of alderman Bartlett and his son Benjamin.
They have gone as far as
to enlist the governor's office
to reopen the investigation.
Hmm.
[Knock at door]
Sorry to bother you.
Matthew around?
He and Sara went out.
Did he leave a report for me, by chance,
with the name Jack Ramsey on it?
He didn't mention anything,
and I never heard him say that name.
No, I don't see anything.
All right. Evening.
I don't believe I thanked you properly
for helping with Ellen's wake.
No need to, sir.
I appreciate all you did,
dressing her and making her up.
It was beautiful,
even joyful, how everybody
came together to say goodbye.
It reminded me of a wake at the plantation.
Never thought you could compare an Irish wake
with a Southern slave wake.
Oh, they're more similar than you know.
The singin' and dancin',
a celebration of life, pathway to heaven.
You see, as a slave, a funeral tells you
that the dead, their lives had
dignity and meaning, beyond unholy bondage.
My wife was no slave,
but she was oppressed by guilt,
and, I guess, you can run away
from that oppression, the bondage,
but there's always a chance
it'll catch up with you,
like my Ellen and your boys.
My boys?
I know living in this city must be hard for ya.
Even now,
stood next to an irishman
you know yet little,
an irishman you've been very kind to,
but, still, a man who is of the same race
of the men who lynched your boys.
[Gasping]
I thought for certain
drowning was a terrible way to die.
I lay awake at night,
praying that their last moments
were peaceful and painless,
but beaten,
lynched,
set afire?!
Mama...
No, stay away from me, child!
I do not want your touch!
Please. I was just trying to shield you
from the hellish truth...
My sons escaped the bondage of the South,
only to die here, at the hand of savages!
[Dogs barking]
Man: Keep it down, will ya?!
You tell me what the point
of risking life for freedom was.
We should've told you, yes,
but know that our dishonesty came
from a place of love.
I trusted you.
I invented the lie.
For you.
For me.
Because I thought that you would need it as much as I do.
They were my babies!
[Sobbing]
What kind of woman has this vicious city turned you into?
Where's the file for the Bartlett case,
Benjamin's suicide note?
How many times are we going to have this dance?
Look, I'm not playing the role
of the asshole captain now.
Donovan is pissed.
Your job is on the line.
I searched through storage
and it was there yesterday.
Today? Nothing.
The governor's office sent a man
down here tonight to pick it up.
They're taking over the investigation,
privately, meaning, without you.
That was fast.
What?
Watched the autopsy today.
Jack Ramsey was murdered, suffocated.
So, now, you're chasing two stale cases,
Bartlett and Ramsey?
Are you covering for him?
For Donovan.
What in hell are you talking about?
One case. I'm only chasing one.
The Bartlett evidence.
Did you tell Captain Sullivan who you were?
Robert Marchant,
from Governor Fenton's office.
Ah.
Family murder/suicide.
Tragic, isn't it?
[Both chuckle]
I had a brother, Gregor.
He was younger than me
and I realized I haven't
thought about him in a long time,
but, since I'm in here,
I have these haunting memories of him.
When my brother Gregor was 9 years old,
he didn't even flinch in the face of death.
He suffered coughing fits and fevers.
He didn't even waver.
On his last night,
Gregor told me and my sisters goodbye,
that he loved us, and then he was gone.
There was no fear.
No fear.
I got no fear of dying.
Hell, this life was sure miserable enough.
How much worse could the next one be?
Next?
What if there's no next?
[Laughs]
I've spent months staring at these dingy walls,
lying in utter darkness.
If there's nothing but black for me after I hang,
it ain't any different than what I got now.
What'll I care, being dead, anyway.
I have yet to see your bride tonight.
I'd rather not discuss the matter.
As you are aware,
tomorrow morning, General Donovan will be
awarded the bid for the new Croton aqueduct.
He has presented us with offers for each
of the properties we own in Five Points.
Generous offers.
Why would Donovan want more Five Points
real estate? He has plenty.
Plenty is never enough.
Besides, geographically and pragmatically,
the realty's in the way.
Construction of the aqueduct
will raze the majority of the neighborhood,
at which point...
One moment, father.
Donovan's going to level his own ward?
And we're going to aid this act,
his displacing the very constituents
he claims to protect?
You had no such protest last autumn,
purchasing the mother ame zion church
during our efforts to demolish that cesspool
to build a new downtown.
Robert, you'd better soon decide where your values lie.
Like a circus performer, you walk a tightrope.
On one platform, a life of blind naïveté,
a life which you seem to believe virtuous.
On the other platform, reality,
our business, your future.
Let me guess, father...
the longer I walk the tightrope,
the higher the likelihood that I fall.
[Bell clangs]
[Wheeze]
[Thud]
Mrs. Morehouse.
[Cough]
[Man chuckles nearby]
Lie down here.
[Raspy breath]
No, stay there.
Yes.
Now, relax.
[Exhale]
Should the doubts surrounding
the Bartlett case be made public,
such scandal will disturb Tammany.
I understand, sir, but...
The organization's primary focus is
to benefit our city, our people.
We cannot jeopardize all that's been gained
over one random slut.
Once she's gone,
the past will remain in the past.
Mr. Donovan, is there no other option?
Send her away, pay her off.
Do you have a problem with your orders, Detective?!
For I seem to recall you sacrificed two women
to cover your own misdeeds, hmm?
Forgive my lack of compassion
for your newfound sensitivity,
but I don't give a shite
and I possess a lemat revolver
and two bullets, which, I am confident,
don't care either.
You will kill Teresa Trembley tonight.
Am I understood?
[Slam]
You should be good for a while.
I got your bread and your sausages,
and a bit of cheese there.
Tell me, Francis, who was she?
[Chuckle]
A childhood darling.
Maeve was her name.
I was only nine, but first love an' all.
You got the same curious eyes,
always watchin', wantin' to know more.
Before I left Ireland, we made a pact
that we'd see each other again.
I made a lot of promises I never made good on.
You'd like to see Maeve again.
Let me be your Maeve.
The way you are...
no man has ever treated me this well.
You deserve better than that, Miss Trembley.
You deserve the best.
Francis.
I'm not the best.
Far from it.
The last honest kiss I had only led to sorrow.
I'm leaving this city.
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
or what my life is supposed to be,
but this...
this Five Points,
it's yours, it's not mine.
If I were brilliant, mama,
I would think of a way to say that I'm sorry
so that you could forgive me.
I know why you did what you did.
I will always love you, Sara,
and there's nothing that can change that.
I wish I hadn't have lied.
Wantin' to carry heavy truths
for the sake of others
is what we do when we feel
brave and whole,
something I used to be,
I need to become again.
Where will you go?
I don't know, just yet.
I held north in my heart so long,
I gave y'all up to it.
But this...
this ain't my north.
Maybe I'll take Mr. Tommy up on his offer
and go see JD's orchards
and those rolling hills.
Canandaigua Lake?
One of God's fingers.
I hope you find your freedom, mama.
No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No!
No! Please, please, God! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Please, please, let me live! Let me live!
Please! Give me another chance!
No, please, please, I don't want to die!
I don't want to die! Don't!
Let me live! No! Please!
Please, just don't kill me, no!
No!
[Door creaks closed, lock turns]
Doctor.
About my shop window.
Ah ah ah.
This makes you feel better, does it?
Waste of energy, you ask me.
This puzzle is not coming together!
Maybe there ain't no puzzle.
Men in power always want more.
Same goes for men with money.
They'll do anything to pump the well.
That's how it is, it's always been.
Mankind? Doesn't change.
So your ramblin' philosophy of man
means that Donovan's crooked?
Philosophy don't matter,
but he is.
And, if you're willin',
I need your help.
I got myself in a big pile of shit,
workin' for that man.
I don't know what Donovan wants,
or what he's trying to do,
but there's a big trail of blood behind it.
They had me shake down Orrin Lansing.
"They"?
Donovan's got a guy, a righthand man.
I don't know his name.
And what happened with Lansing?
A late-night visit that broke him.
In return, Lansing killed your man Milo O'Hearn.
That's why Lansing skipped town.
No. Donovan believes in mirrored punishment.
Jesus Christ.
And, Corky, [Scoff]
I've got your one Teresa Trembley in hiding,
but, tonight,
Donovan ordered me to silence her.
I can only imagine he's trying
to protect his own ass.
You see, Teresa knows who killed Alderman Bartlett
and, right now, all the signs are pointin'
up the ladder to Donovan.
Goddamn it, Francis.
[Slam, lock turns]
Has Detective Maguire been taking good care of you?
He's been most kind.
Ah, that's good, that's good.
Unfortunately, Miss Trembley,
our detectives have been unable to locate anyone
who matches the description you gave
of the Alderman's wretched murderer.
I'm at a loss, I...
I told you everything I know...
his height, his eye color, his hair.
That suit.
And please understand,
I want to believe you.
I... I'm sorry.
And, yet, I feel
you may have information
that may be useful.
For instance,
why would you regularly open your legs
for the Alderman Stephen Bartlett,
a fat man,
far from handsome?
Perhaps his... dagger
was more... voluminous than average.
Alderman Bartlett and I...
- Shh shh shh... - No!
It's all right. It's all right.
I know all.
Don't be ashamed.
We all have secrets,
some are just dirtier than others.
For instance,
I recently discovered I am to father a child.
Would you believe it?
Congratulations, sir.
Why, thank you.
But your secrets, Teresa darling,
simply happen to be more foul.
To kill Alderman Bartlett.
No, I...
I didn't kill Mr. Bartlett.
And his son.
No! I never met his son. I...
Shh shh shh, shh. Shh, lass, shh.
Shh.
Do you know why I felt I could tell you
that I am to father a child, a secret
I've shared with no other
until this very night, hmm?
No.
Because I knew
you would not speak of it,
because, sadly,
you'll not have the chance.
[Gasp]
[Asphyxiating]
[Grunting]
[Exclaims]
[Gasp]
[Grunting]
[Exclaims]
Teresa!
[Panting]
- synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
You're just as responsible for her death
as the monster who did the deed.
You come forward, it won't be Donovan's ass they throw
in the tombs. You really want to go back there?
It would appear that we have a fly in the ointment.
Can't it wait until morning?
I said I'll come to bed when I am finished!
Who secretly owns Eva's?
Lord help the man
that gets in your way, copper.
I'm willing to put my life on the line for Five Points.
Then you're a fool.