Copper

I can't do this anymore.

You are dismissed, corporal.

I've got a new girl.

Lola.

She's practically a virgin.

The killer is Francis Maguire.

I heard him admit the murder meself.

Please tell me you didn't kill Phinbar.

The forger's a true artist.

Where are my plates, O'Rourke?

Them bastard cops grabbed them,

along with our man Maguire.

First thing, sunrise, we storm the precinct

and get back what's mine!

Did I scare you last night?

Why would you?

I scare myself, sometimes.

I get wild, tip over,

lose myself in what I'm doing.

I think it's the gypsy in me.

I have to tire myself out to get back.

Well,

I needed a little tired.

You're shaving, first thing in the morning?

Yeah. So?

I didn't think you were the type

to get all washed up before work.

Only after a big drink.

Helps me focus, see if I'm steady.

What's your real name?

What do you mean?

I've been around Eva's long enough.

None of you use your Christian names.

Who says I'm a Christian?

Fine.

Victoria.

Come on.

Honestly?

Yeah.

Rose.

I'm not buying that.

The absolute truth?

Gloria.

You win.

Lola it is.

Did you send my message?

Sure I did. Said he'd be right down,

after your audience with Pope Pius.

Now shut your mouth, before you catch yourself

another beating, you copkiller, all right?

You ain't seeing anyone

and you ain't going anywhere.

You're going to stay here and fester.

I don't know. Do I have to?

Yes!

Now, once more, are you ready?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Greenbacks!

Free money! Here you go, guys!

You're rich! It's all yours, fellas.

There's a pot of gold at the end of your rainbow!

Take it! And...

There!

You'll never work again in your life.

What in the good hell?!

Hands up!

Down, you coppers! Get back! Move!

Get down. Kiss the floor, you bastards!

Right!

You move,

you die!

Get down!

Get down, pig! Pig, get down!

Get down! Get down! Get down!

Down, now!

That's it, you.

Don't blink at me! Don't look at me!

Just stay still!

Right, stay where you are,

all o' you.

Good morning to all.

Morning it is. But good?

"Good" is such a small and aspiring word.

Who the hell do you think you are?!

Shut up!

Mr. Philomen Keating,

preeminent malefactor,

currently specializing in custom-made currency.

The counterfeiter.

Incarnate.

And I've heard much about you, Captainain Sullivan.

Now, I know, at this early hour,

you are understaffed and vulnerable,

so let's play nice, shall we?

I want my printing plates

and I want them now.

Lola.

Hmm?

Gloria, rose...

It was... it is... for the best.

For both of us.

It's like Donovan said...

some things only get more broke,

the more you try to fix 'em.

If that ain't the truth.

Thanks for the night.

Where are my printing plates, Captainain Sullivan?

O'Rourke: Find my plates!

Well.

Why, hello.

Such a beautiful couple.

I want me plates!

Please, we're only here to report a theft.

.

Someone has done you wrong?

A frustrating feeling, isn't it?

C'mere.

Shh shh shh. It's okay.

Stop!

No!

Aah!

Jesus Christ!

My plates.

I don't know what you're talking about!

Bullshit!

When I asked out there, your face fell.

You knew exactly why I was here

and what I would do for them.

I'm in a hurry!

So do not waste my time, Captainainain!

Trust me, you don't want to see what I'm capable of

when a situation deteriorates!

They're here, right here.

There's no need for any more of this.

That drawer, there?

No, I don't think there, no.

Or there.

Or there.

Or there. Or there!

Take the guns. Let's move!

Search everywhere!

The damn drawers are empty!

Any luck? No!

Shit! Keep checking!

Shut the blinds!

Where the hell are the goddamn things?

Nothing but goddamn papers!

Anything?

Not a damn thing!

Jam the door shut!

Give it. All right, all right, all right.

Can I have my clothes now?

What's with the herd of folks out front?

Earn your clothes.

You do know how to fire a pistol, don't ya?

Now, now.

Aah! God!

Nice shootin', ya bleedin' gabbey!

Next time, shut your eyes.

You might actually hit the man

somewhere between his balls and his brains!

What the shit, Seamus?!

How does this copper know your name?

Oh, I can explain.

Explain what? We gave you the 200 coins

for blowing in Francis Maguire

and now, you've gone and shot me!

Goddamn it! God! God!

Keating: Mr. O'Rourke!

Tell me our search has been successful.

No, boss, not yet.

What did you expect to achieve

by governing an institution

such as this, order, justice?

This is the only order there is,

and the only justice you get in this world

is the one you can afford,

but if you take justice into your own hands,

you can create your own order.

I built an empire from order

and I will not have it

taken away from me.

Agh!

Where are my blessed plates, Captainainain?!

Agh!

Get Maguire.

About damn time.

Seamus, what's with the birthday suit?

O'Rourke.

I didn't expect

to see you still standing.

Takes more than a beatin' to keep me down.

Get away from there!

Aaaaah!

What in the hell?

Corky, get over here, now!

Corky!

Andrew, what's going on?

The druids,