Copper

Corky found out his wife had disappeared

and his daughter had been murdered.

We need that ledger, Miss Lockwood.

The hag's been blackmailing

all the men who paid Grindle for abortions.

Mary!

I know what you did to Annie.

But if Lincoln wins,

New York will burn.

Very impressive.

vote Lincoln/Johnson! Vote Lincoln/Johnson!

Vote McClellan/ Tammany!

Give me that!

Hey! Damn copperhead!

Name's Angus Fraser.

Angus Fraser.

McClellan.

Mark your ballot right there.

What are you dragging me

up here to central park for?

I'm still training you, little Byrnes.

What have you learned, so far, huh?

If you give me an order,

I follow the order.

That's right. There you are.

Now go grab one of them sheep.

What do sheeps got to do with crime in Five Points?

Get one big enough for four,

so we can feed your sorry face.

My wife's sister is coming, too... Judith.

Hmm. Is she a looker?

Yeah, she looks just like my wife.

But better?

Go on, get, I said, eh?

Come on. Come on.

Ah, Je-sus.

Ahh, Detective, come over here!

What, you skin your knee?

Ah, no no no. Hurry, hurry.

Thief! Thief!

Come back here, you damn copperhead!

Thief! Stop!

Mr. Morehouse.

Mrs. Haverford.

Out and about, unescorted?

Only a short distance.

To the Fifth Avenue hotel.

The Booth brothers have extended

an invitation for tea.

We're meeting to discuss their upcoming

performance to raise funds

for the Shakespeare statue.

"Journeys end in lovers meeting,

every wise man's son doth know."

Perhaps you'd rather join me at my home

for something more substantial than tea.

Sounds delectable.

But I've made a promise.

You wouldn't want me to break a promise,

now, would you?

Just as you wouldn't break a promise

you made to me.

I will confront Kevin Corcoran.

If you're free tonight, perhaps you'd like

to join father and me for dinner

as we await the results of the election.

Say 6:00.

I'd be delighted.

Matthew, what brings you

to Five Points on election day?

Major Morehouse visited me,

asked me to test a liquid...

Greek fire.

The explosive?

Yes. Morehouse said he was making

a business investment.

So?

And I know you've heard the rumors, too...

rebel spies are plotting to set fire to New York,

like they did that town in Vermont.

Well, the best way to do that is

with Greek fire.

Are you accusing the Major

of being a confederate spy?

I did not say that, Corky.

Only, I remember the day.

Morehouse lost his leg.

He cursed both God and Lincoln

as I cut through his flesh.

If you'd have cut off my leg without morphine,

I'd have cursed God, Abraham Lincoln,

and my mother,

but it wouldn't make me turn against the Union.

All I'm saying is that a rich man

like Robert Morehouse can smuggle in enough

inflammatory liquid to torch the entire city.

See, Corky,

my Sara,

she's with child.

Well, congratulations.

That's wonderful.

How's she doing?

She's... she's healthy enough.

She needs to get out in fresh air more,

amongst people, so our child

will be healthy in her womb.

Election day is always trouble.

The city burns?

There's another riot.

Matthew, the riots are behind us.

Carmansville is a long way away

from any election trouble.

Go home, relax, enjoy the day.

Corky.

We, um, found a body up in Central Park.

Mary Lockwood's body.

That's a bad piece of luck.

First, Molly. Now, Mary.

She was shot dead through the heart.

It must've been a robbery.

A robber wouldn't have dragged Mary

all the way up to the park to bury her.

Well, maybe she was robbed in the park.

Been thinking this through, Kevin.

Jeremiah McLean killed Mary.

McLean, who owns the hardware store?

Why would he?

McLean was the man Mary was running off to england with.

She changed her mind.

She decided to come back to me.

She told McLean and he killed her. He should hang.

Before we string him up,

I'll speak with him.

You go home.

Can't. The cap'n's assigned me

to protect Alderman Reese today.

Andrew.

I can't help, either.

I'm supervising the official balloting.

Little Byrnes, you'll come with me.

Kevin told me not

to leave the house this morning.

He said the streets

weren't safe on election day.

He's always looking out for me.

What do you think of my dress?

Very pretty.

Kevin bought it for me.

New.

Fancy, isn't it?

This is delicious.

Yes, I'm a very good cook.

Kevin loves my cooking.

Since I've been back,

I've been eating too much,

but Kevin doesn't mind.

You know how he likes

a handful when he sleeps.

Sim.

You're open on election day.

Only 'til noon, when the whiskey

runs out at Eva's saloon, then I hide.

Well, I'm looking for McLean.

Went to his house. No one's home.

I haven't seen Jeremiah for weeks.

Said he had to leave town, sudden.

Didn't say where or why

or how long he'd be gone.

Your business partner ups and goes

and you ain't curious?

Well, Jeremiah isn't the forthcoming sort.

Morning, Sim. Morning, Aloysius.

Did he talk much about his personal life,

his marriage?

I said not forthcoming, right?

So you have no idea

if he was having an affair.

Is that what this is about?

The metropolitan police sends out not one,

but two, detectives the same day

to check on infidelity?

Two detectives? Who else was here?

Maguire.

He was here a half an hour ago.

All right,

when McLean comes back, you let me know.

Lincoln would have you believe

that the negroid is not only our equal,

but that blending the races

creates a stronger human species.

This dangerous, farfetched fantasy

hides his true purpose, to shove that

big-government stick of his down your throat.

I don't see Detective Maguire.

Little Byrnes, go back to the precinct

and ask Captain Sullivan to put a patrolman

in front of the hardware store

and another at McLean's house.

Yes, sir!

Take away your hard-earned pay.