Copper

Doctor, my baby girl hazel is sick.

He 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 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.

I was waiting all night for you to come to bed.

You never did.

I will sleep when Kennedy's dead.

Well, tonight the world will be free of him.

Amen.

But first we must pay respects to Kevin's wife.

Mmm... 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 will 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 on 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.

I'm sorry. - Mother and child?

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?

You go ahead, father.

I lost God about nine minutes

into the battle of the wilderness.

To everything 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, uh, 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 the buccaneer Lansing get the project?

I would prefer neither.

The croton aqueduct is sufficient.

And yet it's most staunch advocates agree that system

will support a population of no more than two 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 colour.

What was her favourite?

Um... I... 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 recognise 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 burning hot now!

Damn rebel!

Huh? Is that really what you think?

Carrying on like a loon in there!

Jesus, Kennedy, you're a bit touched!

I'll be home soon!

Sanity is for the unchained.

Hey, major, missus, come on in.

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.

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.

Sombre affairs mark the sombre passing of sombre lives.

Sombre 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.

you foiling my plan of escape?

Sounds like you have a saloon on your hands.