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Gangs of New York (2002) "Gangs of New York" is a riveting 2002 film directed by Martin Scorsese that delves into the

Gangs of New York (2002)

"Gangs of New York" is a riveting 2002 film directed by Martin Scorsese that delves into the gritty underbelly of 19th-century New York City. With a star-studded cast led by Leonardo DiCaprio, Daniel Day-Lewis, and Cameron Diaz, the movie uncovers the violent world of rival gangs amidst the backdrop of historical events.

Set in the Five Points neighborhood of Manhattan in the mid-1800s, the film portrays the fierce and brutal clash between various immigrant gangs. Leonardo DiCaprio shines as Amsterdam Vallon, a young Irish-American seeking revenge for his father's murder at the hands of the ruthless gang leader, played brilliantly by Daniel Day-Lewis. Cameron Diaz delivers a captivating performance as Jenny Everdeane, a pickpocket caught between the looming conflict.

Scorsese masterfully intertwines history with fiction, as the narrative unfolds during the turbulent time period of the American Civil War and the Draft Riots of 1863. Through impeccable set design and attention to detail, the audience is transported to a bygone era, where cobblestone streets are synonymous with violence and lawlessness.

The film not only showcases the mob mentality and territorial warfare of the gangs but also delves into their complex social dynamics and ethnic tensions. Scorsese explores the immigrant experience of the time, portraying various groups such as Irish, Italian, and African Americans as they struggle for survival and a sense of belonging in a volatile city.

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A 'Fidlam Bens' is a fellow who steals anything, dead or alive...
A badger gets a fellow into bed with a girl...
A base defiler, unworthy of a noble name.
A body's supposed to stay beneath the earth...
A body's supposed to stay beneath the earth...
A bunch of fifth Avenue scums!
A command performance indeed!
A coward.
A crowd is here and are going to destroy this station.
A few crusty bitches and a handful of ragtags?
A freak worthy of Barnum's Museum of Wonders.
A gift?
A gift.
A glimpse of America.
A glorious resurrection will spring from the filthy depths...
A great man.
A jig doing a jig.
A little keepsake.
A low thing, to do that to a body. Low.
A Native is a man...
A ****** in the church is something else!
A nobody.
A penny of gratitude for a fighting Irishman, young sir.
A turtledove goes uptown dressed like a housemaid...
Advance!
After they cut out the baby...
Against any and all inroads into our fine democracy.
Against the potato eaters, like them over there, thieving our jobs!
Against your Roman popery!
Ah, the Five Points.
All I ever knew of Ireland was in the talk of the others at the orphan asylum.
All right there, Happy Jack, leave us something...
All right, boys. Vote Monk, Tammany. Monk, Tammany!
All right, let's kiss good night to that pretty young face of yours.
All right, line them up. It's election day!
All right, that'll do, McGloin. Splay him out.
All right.
Allow me to acknowledge the man whose vision and enterprise made possible...
Almighty Lord, you are the dagger in my hand.
Alone? Well, what do you quarter to the Butcher?
Also on this night, we pay tribute to the leader of our enemies...
Amen.
Amen.
Americans aborning.
Amsterdam!
Amsterdam! Amsterdam!
An angler put a hook on the end of a stick...
An audience with your mangled friend is all I want.
An autumn diver picked your pocket in church.
An honorable man who crossed over bravely...
And a turtledove.
And a white man used to get a quarter for.
And all you need's a spark, right? Just one spark.
And any time that I wish, I can turn it against you.
And as a call to those who suffer still to join our ranks...
And buried him in his own blood.
And consume him as I consume these flames.
And enthusiastic corruption of the public good.
And enthusiastic corruption of the public good.
And for another, I mean no effrontery...
And for this I must beg the indulgence of my former assistant...
And her tales from the perfumed nights of Arabia...
And his love endures forever.
And his slate of Nativist candidates.
And I want you to go out there... You, nobody else.
And I want you...
And it's been so nice and quiet for the last three months.
And my enemies sleep forever.
And no matter what they did to build the city up again...
And now each night they brung ashore the bodies of the soldiers.
And raise it high up so all in the streets can see.
And see how I'm repaid?
And setting them on fire. From 21st:
And so then too was our great city.
And that you lot belong only in the Bowery?
And the dark.
And the love of the Blessed Virgin in my heart.
And the plague of slavery that brought this conflagration...
And the rest...
And the salvation of our people.
And the wickedness of the devil.
And then it came, the first day of the draft.
And there'll be a handsome price for each vote goes Tammany's way.
And they got a right warm welcome.
And those of us trying to be thieves, well, we couldn't help but admire him.
And to the Natives, you see, we was all the same.
And we are particularly happy to greet our Roman Catholic friends...
And we'll get him elected.
And we're afraid of the Natives.
And when he came to finish me...
And who's the finest street fighter in the Five Points?
And Worth.
And you, whatever your name is... What is your name?
And you'll be dispatched by mine own hand.
And, in a moment, outfought?
And, Topsy, dear little Topsy, cradle Uncle Tom's head.
And... And his young associate!
Andrew Martin. J.B. Gleason.
Andrew, come see, quick! Everybody, quick!
Anyone who couldn't buy his way out.
Anyone who never cared about slavery or the Union...
Anything in your pockets tonight?
Apologies, my dear. Pick it up.
Are you now? Give it to me. I'll give it to him.
Are you too young to remember your old Uncle Jack?
Are you willing to do that, my young friend?
Are you with us or not?
As for you, Mr. Tammany fucking Hall...
As if it liked being dirty.
As of this moment, extremely well, thank you. How do you do?
As some of you have surely noticed...
Asking those supporters who wish to see further riots...
At my museum located on Broadway!
At Sparrow's Chinese Pagoda in Mott Street.
Average men will do. Back alley amusers with no affiliations.
Aye, that they do. It's quite the affair.
Bastard? I fought for you, ******. I lost an arm for you.
Be our protector against the snares and the wickedness of the devil.
Be our protector against the snares...
Because he's too low to work up a decent lay for himself.
Because I do believe she lifted your timepiece.
Because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide.
Because...
Before the city was finally delivered.
Bendrick carries a germ.
Besides, we never dreamt the war would ever touch New York.
Between our two great organizations.
Bill, I can't get a day's work done for all the good citizens...
Bill, you're not suggesting that I would stoop to what you're suggesting?
Bill!
Bill!
Bill! Mr. Killoran will work out the details. Thank you, gentlemen.
Bill! Thank God you're all right.
Bill's going up.
Bill's got mixed feelings as regards the Irish.
Bill's taken quite a liking to you.
Bleed him slow. Let him think about it for a while.
Bowery Boys.
Boys, forget that one. Next building over.
Building set on fire by the mob.
Business licenses, saloon licenses...
But all they do is stand on corners damning England.
But all we could see was the hand in front of us.
But for those of us what lived and died in them furious days...
But from this day out, you shall plague us no more.
But I was about my father's business.
But I'd check my pockets if I was you...
But it's not too late. You can still save my house.
But my allegiance is to the law.
But no hand shall touch him!
But only one right side, as with any question...
But the word was spreading...
But then maybe they don't share your religious scruples.
But they all took me for an immigrant.
But they was listened to carefully by them that did.
But we don't feel it move.
But we had business of our own.
But who had $300?
By giving this country over to them what's had no hand in fighting for it?
By the ancient laws of combat, I accept the challenge of the so called Natives.
By the ancient laws of combat, we have met at this chosen ground...
Calm down!
Can only be secured for $300, according to the Conscription Act.
Careful, Tweedy, the mort's frenchified.
Cast for Monk and Tammany, by God. Twice.
Challenge accepted.
Challenge.
Citizens of the Five Points...
Civilization is crumbling.
Close, John. I ain't gonna bite. Close.
Come along.
Come here, boy.
Come on in out of the draft, boys.
Come on up.
Come on, get in there. Come on, son.
Come on, let's go!
Come on, let's go.
Come on, McGloin, he's just a kid.
Come on, you bastard, we need your vote.
Come on!
Come on.
Come on.
Come on. Come on, Johnny, get up.
Come out now, lad.
Coming in here to harass me about crime in the Points.
Commissioner Brunt said you wished to view...
Could I say what I want?
Count that careful, Bill. Count that careful.
Count your blessings he considers you a friend.
Courage, daring and drama!
Cross and Orange and Little Water.
Damn it.
Deliver these good and fervent folk to the polls on a regular basis...
Did your daddy buy you out of the Army? Can he buy me out too?
Didn't anybody pay off the police?
Do any of them got the sand of the 'Dead Rabbits'?
Do they feed us now, do you think?
Do you know what they're for?
Do you think my watch would be safe up on that lamppost, Bill?
Does that meet with your approval, Hellgate?
Dollar and a half?
Don't do it, Bill. His name's Vallon.
Don't do that again.
Don't kill me.
Don't let him get away.
Don't mind him. He used to be an Irishman.
Don't never look away.
Don't take a prisoner in until you've put the mob down!
Don't trust this guy.
Don't worry, son, ain't gonna be much a fight.
Don't you do it.
Don't you hear, ******?
Don't you never come in here empty handed again.
Don't you run into me.
Done.
Done.
Down upon us vanish forever from the earth.
Down with the Union!
Down with the Union!
Down with the Union!
Each of the Five Points is a finger.
Each to his equal portion, amongst the gang.
Ears and noses will be the trophies of the day.
Ears of early white corn! Hot corn!
Easy now.
Enlist. Join up. Serve your country.
Entirely justifiable in my view.
Especially while it's being broken.
Every year the Natives celebrated the killing of my father all over again...
Every year the Points got worse...
Every year the reformers came.
Everybody owes, everybody pays...
Everywhere you went people talked about the draft.
Excuse me one moment.
Fact finding. Reforms studying.
Fair enough.
Farewell, dear boy.
Father, get up. Get up!
Fear.
Fear.
Feast your eyes on the magnificent plumage of these exotic creatures.
Fighting for what he believed in.
Fighting those who would take as their privilege...
Find out.
Fine waistcoat.
Finish it.
Fire starboard!
Fire!
Foot of Canal, they are on their way to Broadway.
For all his faults, your father was a man who loved his people.
For every lay we had a different name.
For let it be known that the hand that tries to strike us from this land...
For murdering this poor little rabbit.
For safekeeping.
For the last time, Vallon, I'm with you if the money is right.
For the Lord crushes the wicked.
For the rest of time...
For thereby shall we lift our people up against those who would destroy us.
For us it might as well have been 3 million.
For with great numbers must come great strength...
For you are the Lord God of Retribution.
Forever.
Fortune favors the bold!
Forty seven years old.
Four bits to back Amsterdam.
Friend or foe, it didn't make no difference now.
From 1st: Riot at Pier 4, North River. They have killed n****es.
From 4th: The rioters are robbing colored boarding houses...
From 18th Precinct:
From 18th Precinct: The mob are sacking houses, 27th Street and Seventh Ave.
From 21st: There is an attack on the colored people in Second Avenue...
From all over New York they came:
From fear of the mob in 17th Street.
From me and me lads, sir.
G.W. Morris. John Doyle.
Generally, they wait till afterwards.
Gentlemen, the match is due to commence.
Gentlemen, you've seen our caged birds.
Gentlemen. Fine gentlemen, you are most welcome...
Get all of us together, we ain't got a gang. We got an army.
Get back here!
Get back on the boat, Paddy!
Get me down!
Get me down!
Get out of the Points and don't come back.
Get rid of these goddamn monkeys. Strike up, boys!
Get there before the 'Daybreak Boys' strip her...
Get up!
Get up.
Ghoul Gang Slaughters. A fresh Outrage in the Five Points.
Ghoul? That's a good word.
Ghoul.
Give him to the law.
Give me the strength for what I must do.
Give the boy some time. We'll settle with a good dustup.
Give those Bowery Boys hell!
Go ahead.
Go back to Africa, ******!
Go back to the Points and leave me to my business...
Go on then.
Go on then.
Go on. Go.
Go spill some claret, boys. Go on, Shorty, have a nice muss.
Go to hell.
God bless you.
God, forgive me.
God!
God! Jesus!
God's only man spared by the Butcher.
Goddamn it!
Good boy.
Good boy.
Good day, lads. Criminal's braggadocio, you see.
Good day, sir.
Good evening, Bill.
Good evening, Reverend.
Good evening, Reverend. I do beg your pardon.
Good girl, Jenny.
Good morning, sir.
Good morning.
Got their own language no one understands.
Grab what you can, Johnny. Let's get out of here.
Guide my hand on this day of vengeance.
Gunboat Liberty and ironclad Passaic now lying off the foot of Wall Street.
Handsome bunch of gallows fruit. There's my old friend.
Hangings of a morning, dancings of an evening.
Happy Jack don't fill his lungs without I tell him he may do so.
Hats off!
Have I ever had you before?
Have you got any scars?
He ain't earned a death. He ain't earned a death at my hands.
He cast Satan out of paradise.
He don't answer to you.
He give me this, you know.
He offends me, I cut out his tongue.
He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike...
He spared me because he wanted me to live in shame.
He squatted over the side of England, and what came out of him was Ireland.
He took me in, took care of me...
He was the fellow who wrote the King James Bible.
He was the only man I ever killed worth remembering.
He'll cross over whole...
He's going downstairs.
He's not who he says he is?
He's not who he says he is.
He's to have me looking as sober as me own grandfather.
Hell Cat Maggie, she tried to open her own grog shop.
Help yourself to some decent meat on the way out.
Help yourself.
Help!
Help! Help!
Here in this vile place. Look upon the face of this poor child.
Here.
Here. Here!
Here's another one. Clean him up good.
Here's the thing.
Hey, you got any timber?
Hey! Bill says keep clear of the pikers.
Hey! There's a $300 man. Get him!
His mother and I were unable to recover his remains.
His name is Vallon!
His name's Amsterdam.
Hold fast, there. Hold fast, there.
Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners...
Horace Greeley, the famous publisher. A pleasure and an honor.
How do I collect if no one won the fight?
How do you do, Mr. Cutting?
How do you fare on water? Come closer.
How does this open?
How old are you, Amsterdam?
However so far they may have strayed from our common home across the sea.
Hurry up, men, before the Black Joke get there!
Hurry, come in here!
I ain't got the stomach for no Irish stew.
I ain't interested in the Butcher's leavings.
I always tell them, You just look at all the hard work...
I asked the word.
I believe I'll have a drink.
I can read right through you. You're empty...
I can't seem to get anything right tonight.
I can't sleep.
I can't walk!
I come for my due and proper.
I could spare half a dozen of you easier than I can spare him.
I couldn't look him in the eye.
I didn't mean nothing by that shot, you know.
I didn't want him.
I die a true American.
I don't give a tuppenny fuck about your moral conundrum...
I don't know if you're being too clever or too dumb.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't know which one's yours.
I don't remember.
I don't see no Americans. I see trespassers.
I got 44 notches in my club.
I got two on Amsterdam.
I guess I missed the place.
I have to sleep with one eye open. I only got one eye, right?
I heard 15,000 Irish a week.
I heard the news and came as quick as I could.
I hope you don't mind us laying out tonight here, sir.
I hope you won't think me rude if I speak.
I just like it down here is all.
I killed the last honorable man 15 years ago. Since then, it's...
I know your works.
I know, but we're talking about different things.
I let her take things all the time.
I like a man who's willing to burn for his swag.
I lost my own eldest at Antietam.
I love the Irish, but higher than alderman you shall never climb.
I love to work with pigs.
I might be persuaded to back an Irish candidate for, say, alderman.
I must say that I find that strangely flattering.
I need a new friend in the Five Points, son.
I never did figure it.
I never had a son.
I never liked the harbor after dark.
I never struck a foul blow, nor turned a card.
I often wondered, if he'd lived a bit longer...
I only came two hours downriver from Hellgate.
I order you to disperse!
I propose it should be a modest, economical structure.
I said, don't run into me!
I said, I seen it, sir.
I said, who are you? What are you doing here?
I said, you're turning your back on the future.
I should have run him for mayor.
I stand shoulder to shoulder with community leaders like Bill Cutting...
I think he's making his peace with God.
I think I'm gonna trim the ears and the beak off of that head.
I think maybe we should hang someone.
I thought maybe you could do with it.
I thought you said you was hungry.
I told you I didn't want a fight!
I took him under my wing...
I took the father. Now I'll take the son.
I used to run with them...
I wanna show you something.
I want every man and woman coming off the boats given hot soup and bread.
I want you all to meet the son of Priest Vallon.
I want you to see this.
I was 12 years old.
I was in Hellgate for 16 years.
I was raised in a very similar establishment myself.
I wonder if Miss Everdeane could angle her rifle in some other direction.
I wonder, Mr. Vallon, if you understand the true value of this sort of publicity.
I would have cut them both out if I could have fought him blind.
I would.
I wouldn't want to appear forward.
I'd like that friend to be you.
I'd shoot each and every one of them before they set foot on American soil.
I'll bury it right up your fundament where it belongs.
I'll do it myself in a minute if you don't keep quiet.
I'll festoon my bedchamber with his guts.
I'll give you 10 per notch.
I'll have my medal back. Oh, Jesus!
I'll negotiate a handsome fee for every Irish vote you send Tammany's way...
I'll see to it that no one takes away what you've earned by pluck and application.
I'm 47.
I'm born in this country. You immigrated here. You will fight for this country!
I'm gonna get Andrew. Andrew, come see.
I'm gonna teach you to speak English with this fucking knife!
I'm hearing confession tonight, you mother whoring Irish ******!
I'm in no danger of damnation, Bill.
I'm in no danger of damnation, Bill.
I'm just trying to make my way is all.
I'm losing revenue while you speechify. Collect those bets!
I'm not too sure.
I'm not wanting this.
I'm offering to form an alliance with you against Bill Cutting...
I'm offering to form an alliance with you against Bill Cutting...
I'm paid to uphold the law.
I'm sorry, Johnny.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm not much of a dancer.
I'm sure we can be in no danger while we're in the constable's company.
I'm talking about civic duty, responsibilities we owe to the people.
I'm through with you.
I'm with you. I'm with the Natives.
I've been called a lot of things, mister, but I ain't never been called...
I've been told Kerry, but I lost proof of it in my language at the asylum.
I've booked passage for California.
I've come to say goodbye.
I've heard that the poor are going from door to door in the Five Points...
I've noticed you there. You may have noticed me.
I've saved 10 cents out of every dollar I've ever earned since I was 13.
If they had any, could know them in the dark.
If you believe one word the British say, you're a fool.
If you got anything to say...
If you try to leave the gang, he hacks up blood on you.
If you were gonna bite me, I don't think you'd warn me, huh?
If you'd said chiseler, now there's a word I understand. You know?
If you're interested, read this and consider joining.
In any case, Mr. Greeley...
In God, they will find their true home.
In his own way.
In honor of Priest Vallon.
In honor.
In Ireland, in the streets...
In matters of impalement.
In the blockhouse, the Chinks told me...
In the coming elections.
In the end, they put candles on the bodies so's their friends...
In the second year of the Civil War...
In these awe inspiring and entirely legal surroundings:
In this god forsaken den of vice and misery behind me.
In this great country of ours, even the hop fiends get to vote!
In this place, you have grown from a boy into a man.
In which part of that excrementitious isle were your forebears spawned?
In your next time of trouble, call on Tammany first.
In your next time of trouble, call on Tammany first.
Indeed I have. Throwing torrents of pavers and withering abuse...
Instead of fighting like a man.
Instead they made The Police Gazette, a periodical of note.
Instead they made The Police Gazette, a periodical of note.
Into the mirror.
Irish harps will do a job for a nickel what a ****** does for a dime...
Irish, Poles, Germans, all of them.
Irish, Polish, German...
Ironworkers, factory boys, street cleaners...
Is he dead?
Is it your shoulder that's keeping you up?
Is my son present here?
Is that it?
Is that understood?
Is that you, boy?
Is there anyone in the Five Points you haven't fucked?
Is this it, Priest? The pope's new army?
Is tonight wearing a waistcoat of certain distinction.
Is your mouth glued up with cunny juice? I asked you a question!
It didn't.
It don't seem to bother them none.
It hurts too much.
It may be worse yet. I saw them. I don't know what to think.
It means, if you're not strong, you'd better be smart.
It takes a lot of sand to be a turtledove.
It takes too long to lace back up. We'll be here all night.
It was four days and nights before the worst of the mob was finally put down.
It was like everything we knew was mightily swept away.
It was me played you false.
It was more a furnace where a city someday might be forged.
It was only faith divided us.
It was waiting for us when we landed.
It wasn't a city really.
It's a funny feeling being took under the wing of a dragon.
It's a gift from Mr. Cutting.
It's a touching spectacle.
It's all right.
It's fair. A touch indelicate, but fair.
It's from Bill.
It's gotta be tight.
It's life boiling up inside of you. It's good.
It's me mother's.
It's not a matter of words. I can tell by the way she smiles at me.
It's part of building a political base.
It's the Black Joke!
It's warmer than you think.
James Mooney.
Jenny was a bludget, a girl pickpocket...
Jenny, give me one more day, and I'll go with you.
Jenny, the finest bludget in all the Points.
Jesus, let's hope that never becomes the fashion.
Jesus, that'll bring the harbor cops for sure. Fuck off.
Jesus, they killed everybody.
Jesus.
Jimmy, get down!
John.
John. Johnny!
John...
Johnny takes our tribute to the Natives, and we chop up the winnings...
Johnny, I gotta kill you.
Johnny?
Johnny.
Join the Army, lads. Three square meals a day and good pay in your pocket.
Just a brief burst of anger over Mr. Lincoln's draft.
Just another bastard son of Erin I folded in the warmth of my embrace.
Just kill me.
Just kill me.
Just like you.
Just like your father.
Just try to keep calm.
Keep counting.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your kind attention.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are delighted to see...
Leave that!
Leave the ****** dead!
Lend your hand to the work that yet remains...
Less art and more haste, Don.
Let go! Let go!
Let me see the color of your money, and they could be singing for you.
Let my sword devour until its thirst is quenched with blood...
Let no one even speak their name from this time on.
Let the sons of the poor stay home.
Let the sons of the rich go and die, they cried.
Let's go.
Let's see if we can resolve our grievances the democratic way.
Let's take a look.
Like my father done.
Listen! I said, don't do that...
Loggin' around Murderers' Alley, looking like Chinamen.
Look at me.
Look at that. What in Christ's name is that?
Look at your dad.
Look in my glims. I said no less than 15.
Look in my glims. I said no less than 15.
Look to me.
Look where you're going, Johnny.
Look.
Looks as though you should have shaved closer.
Make a nice pot of soup of that head.
Make it quick!
Many mothers have not even the solace...
Mate of yours? Where's he from?
May God greet me as a friend.
May God put the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine...
May God put the steel of the Holy Spirit in your spine...
May I point out that this building is burning to ashes?
May I point out that you're outmanned, outmaneuvered...
May I point out this area is the province of my own Americus fire Brigade...
May I walk with you a little then?
May I walk with you a little then?
Maybe not, but we're deep thinkers.
Maybe they're just a couple of 'Fidlam Bens'.
Maybe when you're aiming a little straighter.
Maybe you and me will talk more.
McGloin, how would that head look without the ears and the nose on it?
McGloin.
McGloin. He's a kid too, McGloin.
Might we tonight appeal to him to favor us...
Might we...
Miss ...?
Miss Eliza, join hands with Mr. Shelby.
Mob headed for the Colored Orphans Asylum. Protect the children!
Monk.
Monk.
Monk's already won by 3,000 more votes than there are voters.
Move.
Mr. Bill Cutting is attempting to draw me into an argument...
Mr. Cutting, gentlemen, thank you for coming. It's an honor.
Mr. Greeley, the city is not mad. I prophesy a very dark night.
Mr. Greeley, you won't like this. But what is it?
Mr. Legree, lay down your whip.
Mr. Tweed.
Mr. William Cutting!
Much obliged, gents.
Mulberry Street...
Murdered by the British with all his men on the 25th of July, anno Domini 1814.
Murderers ' Alley. Brickbat Mansion. The Gates of Hell.
Mustn't let it spread. Take what you want from that one.
My approval?
My children! My children!
My face was pulp...
My father gave his life making this country what it is.
My father told me we was all born of blood and tribulation.
My father was killed in battle too.
My guts was pierced and my ribs was all mashed up.
My mother was dead. I was living in a doorway.
My mother's bones share this grave.
My sympathies.
New York is calling you.
New York loved William Tweed and hated him.
New York should secede from the Union!
New York was a city full of tribes...
Next.
Nice locket. I'll give you a dollar for it.
No hand shall touch him!
No harm intended.
No need to fire that, miss. Or even aim it.
No one can look you in the eye, Bill. Not when you're playing cards.
No one speak English in New York anymore?
No one's yet found an Irish candidate for sheriff worth voting for.
No pistols.
No trouble, Bill.
No trouble, Bill.
No, Bill!
No, I don't never sleep too much.
No, I wouldn't say that.
No, I'm... I'm not with them, Bill.
No, it's...
No, no, I'm clean. Come on, let's go to the bar.
No, son. Never.
No, thanks. I'll give it to him myself.
No, thanks. I'll give it to him myself.
No!
No!
No!
No! No!
No! No! No!
No! No! No!
No.
No.
No.
No.
No. He'll walk amongst you marked with shame...
Nobody goes to work today! We'll shut the factories down!
Nobody goes to work today! We'll shut the factories down!
None of your little minions. I want you to go out there...
North and South must stand united!
Not a bunch of Miss Nancys.
Not before I get what's owed.
Not my favorite tune.
Not our future.
Not so fast, you little yellow bastard!
Not so fast, you little yellow bastard!
Not uneasy, Bill.
Notch 45, you Irish bog bastard.
Now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Now everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another.
Now get back to your celebration and let me eat in peace. I paid you fair.
Now give me back my medal.
Now go fight for your country.
Now is the time to say it.
Now it's good and broke.
Now that was bloody Shakespearean.
Now what is it that you are so fond of saying, Mr. Tweed?
Now you've tasted my mutton. How do you like it?
Now, gentlemen, over here, if you don't mind. Thank you.
Now, if you're up to something, Bene.
Now, just a moment, Mr. Tweed.
Now, let the whole damn city hear it!
Now, now, Bill, you swore this was a battle between warriors...
Now, son, who's that?
Now, you could buy your way out for $300...
Of connivance in this so called rampant criminality.
Of knowing where their sons have fallen.
Of lewdness, jack rolling...
Of which you'll receive 10%.
Oh, he's not from here, sir.
Oh, I ain't started working yet.
Oh, I'll see to their safety. Thank you, Bill. There we are.
Oh, it's fine.
Oh, my son.
Oh, no, you don't. Get back and sit down.
Oh, no.
Oh, the dirty mab!
Oh, the times we had.
Oh, yeah. Now this is just the thing for Mrs. Mulraney.
Oh, you got a murderous rage in you, and I like it.
Okay, boy, say goodbye to your father.
Okay, boys, get the hose out!
Okay, boys, to work.
On my challenge...
On the seventh day, the Lord rested, but before that he did...
On your order, Vallon.
One day you'll understand.
One or two.
One spark, and the sky is on fire.
Only I don't want no part in it.
Only New York?
Open it. Hold it up.
Or I will open your throat, so help me God.
Or shall I be your chosen voice in a new testament, in the new world?
Or shut up and get out.
Or the foreign hordes defiling it.
Orange blossom. Delicious.
Our elected representatives are a gang of thieves...
Our faith is the weapon most feared by our enemies.
Our fine young lads is doing down in the Five Points.
Our friend and benefactor Mr. William Cutting...
Our name is called the 'Dead Rabbits' to remind all of our suffering...
Our queen has chosen.
P.T. Barnum's Gallery of Wonders!
Paradise Square.
Passion, vengeance.
Pennies in their pockets and hope in their eyes...
Picks out a fine house and goes right through the back door.
Pistols?
Place your bets.
Place your bets.
Place your bets. Betting closes in two minutes.
Please, don't make that noise again, Harvey.
Please, please.
Please.
Please.
Prepare to receive the true Lord!
Present arms!
Prisoners? Don't take any. The mob isn't taking prisoners!
Put to death the earthly things in you: Immorality, impurity...
Quite a pair of conversationists, aren't you?
Quite so, madam. Witness.
Raise.
Ready? This is a night for Americans!
Regular services are held at the church at 6 and 8.
Remember your father and me.
Rest in peace, Ma.
Rhythms of the Dark Continent thrown into the kettle with an Irish shindig.
Right.
Right. But I asked if you was calling us chiselers.
Right. Here's the rake. Everything comes here. We fence it.
Rioters on Seventh Avenue, 28th Street.
Rise and shine. Rise and shine.
Rise and shine. Rise and shine.
Robs you blind.
Rough for this sort of game. Besides, I work alone.
Safe as a bank, Mr. Greeley, since all know it's mine.
San Francisco, California.
Say hello to Amsterdam. Nearly fish hooked McGloin the other day.
Scarcely require an introduction from you.
Schermerhorn, indeed. Their daughter. This gentleman, of course...
Schools and hospitals, sewers and utilities.
Sean O'Connell.
Searching the horizon for a glimpse of land and salvation.
See he gets a good education.
See what's in his pockets, Jimmy.
See you dressed for the occasion.
Seeing all this poverty must be most unsettling, Miss Schermerhorn.
Sent it to him, wrapped in blue paper.
Shall be swiftly cut down.
Shame about it. I don't think it can be mended.
Shang, Jimmy Spoils, Hell Cat, McGloin and more.
Shave their beards and send them back to vote again.
She could have a fine career on the stage.
She drunk her own liquor and got throwed on the street.
She is a prim looking stargazer.
She lives in squalor...
She loves to make me cry.
She'll be all right.
Sheriff. Sheriff. All right, Mr. Tweed.
Shortest way to go.
Should I engage in silence this relic of the ancient law?
Show us what you got, you cowardly bastards!
Show us your knives.
Show yourself, Tweed!
Sign here, son. Or make your mark.
Since the time of the great famine, they'd come streaming off the boats.
Sir, I request an audience with this man.
Sir, please. Excuse me.
Sir...
Slow death. Good.
Sneak thievery, chloral hydrating...
So because you are lukewarm, I will spew you out of my mouth.
So everyone can see he's got nothing stashed.
So he can kill me the next like a sneak thief...
So I cut out the eye that looked away.
So many young faces at our first annual Mission dance.
So warriors is what I brought.
So why didn't you dance with Johnny?
So you don't call me by my Christian name.
So, gentlemen, what our great city needs is a new courthouse.
So, what are you doing back here?
Sodomy, strangulation...
Soldiers now on 38th Street. The mob will not disperse.
Some days, of course, the uptown gangs come down to us.
Some even go so far as to accuse Tammany...
Some of it I half remember.
Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands.
Somebody's popped the Butcher!
Someday is right.
Someday.
Something to wake us all up.
Soon be over, Priest.
Spare nothing concerning the conditions, said he.
Speak smart and speak up.
St. Michael, the archangel, defend us in battle.
St. Michael, the archangel, defend us in battle.
Starboard battery, fire!
Stifle that rat bastard down!
Still got some blood in you, Jen? Enough of this heathen music!
Still hiding out with your friends?
Still, I think it shows dash.
Stir it around a few times, pull it out, it's a fine American mess.
Stop slabbering. If I thought it was you, you'd be in a wooden coat.
Stop.
Street cars, ferries, rubbish disposal.
Street construction, repairs and sweeping.
Strut your stuff, Billy boy.
Suppose I help myself to everything?
Suppose we do get you those votes.
Suppose you do.
Supposing I am?
Sure meself, but...
Sure you know I'd never do you harm.
Sure, all right, I'll take it off.
Sweet Jesus! War does terrible things to men.
Sword of Damascus!
Take him for a boat ride, John.
Tear my head off and destruct the world, just like the rest of the stupid Irish.
Tell me, this charge, does it sit uneasy with you?
Tell us, John, what's the trouble?
Thank God.
Thank you, boys.
Thank you, boys.
Thank you, Reverend.
That all these things are best kept within the Tammany family...
That document makes you a citizen. This makes you a private in the Union Army.
That he never laid a hand on me until I asked him to.
That involves the abuse of executive power.
That man was right born for this.
That name died with your... They been outlawed.
That night, the reformers held a dance.
That one tonight...
That one.
That the Natives celebrate their victory every year. Is that true?
That this war may end...
That war is 1,000 years old or more.
That was him. That was his 'Dead Rabbits'.
That was the finest beating I ever took.
That was the Five Points, all right.
That way lies damnation.
That we do.
That will only happen in the reign of Queen Dick.
That would no doubt end in bloodshed and the compromising of my office.
That, my friends, is the minority vote.
That, sir, would be too bold.
That?
That'll do, for chrissake. Drag him off.
That's $ 215.
That's $215 for budgeting and the rest.
That's a sorry looking pelt.
That's a wound.
That's because you're a thick, ignorant, barbarous Irish whelp.
That's close enough.
That's how we do things around Tammany, gentlemen.
That's it.
That's it.
That's more or less the thing.
That's the building of our country right there, Mr. Cutting.
That's the spirit, boys.
That's the spirit.
That's what preserves the order of things.
That's you, boy.
The 'Chichesters'.
The 'Daybreak Boys' and the 'Swamp Angels'.
The 'Daybreak Boys' catch us, they'll slit our throats.
The 'Daybreak Boys' have been here, and there's nothing left. Let's go back.
The 'Dead Rabbits'.
The 'Forty Thieves'.
The 'Frog Hollows' shanghai sailors by the Bloody Angle.
The 'Lime Juicers' are nothing but a bunch of rapacious grab ups.
The 'O'Connell Guard'.
The 'Plug Uglies' are from deep in the old country.
The 'Plug Uglies'.
The 'Shirt Tails' was rough, but they've become a bunch of dandies...
The 'Shirt Tails'.
The 'Slaughter Housers' and the 'Broadway Twisters'.
The 'True Blue Americans' say they're a gang...
The anglers and amusers, the she hes and the Chinks.
The angriest talk was of the new Conscription Act...
The answer to that has nothing to do with you.
The appearance of the law must be upheld...
The archbishop himself, shoulder to shoulder with the Irish in the Five Points.
The ballots don't make the results, the counters make the results.
The beggars and newsboys and quick thieves here in Paradise.
The Black Joke are on their way, Tweed, and they'll beat the shite out of you.
The blood stays on the blade.
The blood stays on the blade.
The Butcher and me have a special arrangement.
The Butcher himself's got to invite you, or you don't go.
The Butcher's Apprentice!
The Butcher's Apprentice.
The Butcher's original apprentice.
The Chinks hated the Natives worse than we did.
The city did this free of charge.
The city ordinance against boxiana's a blight, I grant you, but some...
The Confederation of American Natives.
The cops broke a few skulls, and everybody run away.
The count to beat is 25 rodents in three minutes.
The drum rolls, and the Butcher drinks a glass of fire.
The earth turns...
The earth was shaking now.
The first draft in Union history.
The Five Points, Paradise Square.
The heart? This boy has no heart.
The heart.
The hell with that. He makes peace with me.
The hell with that. He makes peace with me.
The hole in my shoulder hurts, so have a drink and shut up.
The kidneys.
The law says there's no boxing in the city, right?
The Lord has forgiven you.
The Lord is merciful...
The lung. Good. Don't foul the blade on the rib.
The main artery. This is a kill.
The marshal's office is burning down. The police is of no avail.
The Metropolitan Police, they fought the street gangs.
The mighty McGloin almost fish hooked by a sprat.
The Mission welcomes Christians of every stamp...
The Municipal Police fought the Metropolitan Police.
The nearest thing in nature to the flesh of a man is the flesh of a pig.
The only thing he considers, every day and every night, is how best to kill you.
The past is the torch that lights our way.
The people have spoken.
The Points in all its splendor and squalor.
The police? Oh, no. Jesus, no!
The Priest and me, we lived by the same principles.
The recruiters? They was too scared of the gangs to come after us.
The rest I took from dreams.
The sailor dives and gin mills and blind tigers on the waterfront.
The Schermerhorns and their mob breathed a little easy.
The Schermerhorns was one of the oldest families in New York.
The spectacle of fearsome acts.
The staging of this noble combat...
The streets here are always lively of an evening.
The terms are resolved. The council's concluded.
The very notion of violent reprisal benumbs them.
The winner, in the 75th round...
Their king in the pointy hat what sits on his throne in Rome.
Then I rose back up again with a full heart...
Then I'm your man.
Then may the Christian Lord guide my hand...
Then one night you look up.
Then robs his pockets while they're on the go.
There are more n****es who need help. They're being attacked all over.
There is about 500 stand of arms in it.
There was a baby. They cut it out.
There were 37 amateur fire brigades, and they all fought each other.
There you are, Bill.
There you go.
There's a Portuguese ship lying low in the harbor, quarantined three weeks.
There's a power of money to be made in this city, Bill.
There's danger of mob attacking armory, corner 21st Street, Second Avenue.
There's more of us coming off these ships every day.
There's my boy.
There's no ******s in the Natives. Natives and Rabbits is one thing.
There's nothing here but a bunch of dead sea crabs.
There's nothing wrong with this one. This is my house.
There's the Black Joke! Let's take them on the cobbles.
There's your musket. Keep it dry on the boat.
These men are pulling gold right out of the river with their own hands.
These two are a pair of sons of Irish bitches, same as you.
They didn't run the city...
They just locked me up, you know that?
They love to fight the cops. The 'Night Walkers' of Ragpicker's Row.
They peer to the west...
They read out the draftees ' names like they was dead already.
They trying to say we're no different than ******s?
They vote how the archbishop tells them. And who tells him?
They work on their backs and kill with their hands.
They work the river, looting ships.
They're a fine bunch of bingo boys. And the Little 'Forty Thieves'.
They're curious people, these Celestials.
They're so scurvy only the 'Plug Uglies' talk to them. But who understands them?
This a new lad?
This counts as a no decision. You got that covered, right?
This is a kill. This is a kill.
This is a wound. The stomach will bleed and bleed.
This is bad for everybody. What's next? Dead politicians?
This is for you, mother.
This is fresh meat. You know what I mean?
This is my stop.
This is the liver.
This is what I wanted to show you.
This is where we're gonna go as soon as you get well.
This is whist. It's a gentleman's game. Make a gentleman's bet.
This is you. Right here.
This long?
This show ain't for blackies. You! You get to watch.
This war must cease.
This was a great man.
This way. Come on. Come on!
This whole place is gonna burn anyway.
This'll be a real ballum rancum, eh?
Thomas O'Neill. Andrew Lewis. Joseph Flynn.
Three square meals a day, gentlemen.
Three square meals a day. Three square meals a day.
Three? Make it 20, 30. We don't need a victory. We need a Roman triumph!
Till they got took over by Bendrick the Cockroach.
Till you became a stag.
Tissue, organs.
To defeat my enemy, I extinguish his life...
To drop behind store windows and doors.
To invading hordes of Hibernians!
To place a lighted candle in the window.
To punish the person...
To quarter to Bill the Butcher, eh?
To remind me of what I owe God when I die.
To San Francisco.
To settle, for good and all...
To the Butcher.
To this palace of wonder and enchantment...
To which these miserable creatures have fallen.
Tomorrow morning, get our people down to the docks.
Took a piece and said, Thank you, sir.
Towser against the vermin.
Tragedians, let's continue. Intermission is over!
Troop, halt!
Try it and I'll bite you!
Twice? Only twice? You call that doing your civic duty? Come with me.
Two coats.
Two colored men brought in almost dead.
Uniforms first, then weapons.
Unless, of course, you got a better notion?
Up on Fifth Avenue...
Uptown at the draft office...
Us Natives, born right wise to this fine land...
Very good. Main artery.
Very large mob going to attack Tribune office.
Volunteer and get your $50 bonus.
Wait.
War chiefs, rich and poor.
Was it your birthday?
Watch his left, McGloin. Watch his left.
We always liked a good fire in the Points.
We can all be thankful that it wasn't any worse.
We done good. We done all right.
We give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.
We have no force to send.
We must heal the divisions between us.
We need 30,000 volunteers, and we're prepared to pay $677 per volunteer.
We need to tenderize this meat a little bit.
We never expected it to follow us here.
We never knew how many New Yorkers died that week...
We paid the Municipal Police. This is Metropolitan.
We ran his errands, made his money...
We should've run a better man against Lincoln when we had the chance.
We start here, go down around here...
We'll come back when you're ready for us.
We'll miss you, Arthur.
We'll miss you, Arthur.
We're all much obliged.
We're burying a lot of votes down here tonight.
We're going to start the dancing in just a moment.
We're here, and we need to get there.
We're made up of the same things: Flesh and blood...
Weapons?
Wearing a wooden coat until the Resurrection.
Welcome to America, son. Your long, arduous journey is over.
Welcome.
Well done.
Well, gentlemen, I leave you in the grace and favor of the Lord.
Well, he doesn't fancy girls that scarred up.
Well, he's killed 44 men, laid low a couple hundred more.
Well, how'd you like to make them sing?
Well, I kept trying to escape, you know. They add on time for that.
Well, I let her take it.
Well, if I knew what in the hell that meant, I'd be inclined to take offense.
Well, sir, that depends on what you say.
Well, sorry.
Well, that didn't tell us very much.
Well, that's a start. Now, come on.
Well, that's why I wanted you.
Well, then I leave you in the grace and favor of the Lord.
Well, then we got business.
Well, this ain't a bad haul.
Well, well, Monk.
Well, you're quicker than most fellows.
What about that locket that I gave you?
What am I bid for this flaxen haired Teutonic beauty?
What am I bid? What am I bid? What am I bid?
What am I to do? I can't have this. Something has to be done.
What an ignominious end that would have been.
What are you doing?
What are your orders? What are your orders?
What could only be got and held by the decimation of a race.
What did you say?
What did you say?
What do we do with captured prisoners?
What do you say, Jen? One more time for the sweet souvenir?
What do you suppose a fellow could earn here in a day?
What do you think?
What do you want to keep, the money or your teeth?
What have they done? Name one thing they've contributed.
What in heaven's name are you talking about?
What the hell?
What will we do with the boy?
What'd you give him, then?
What'll it be, then? Rib or chop? Loin or shank?
What're you doing here, boyo?
What's a Dead Rabbit doing with the Natives?
What's a ****** doing in this church?
What's he saying, boy?
What's that word?
What's that, then?
What's the matter, Jack Sprat? Can't think for yourself?
What's the point? The fire's near burned anything of value inside.
What's willing to give his life for his country...
Whatever takes your fancy, my young friend.
When folks start in to saying to where the country is going to hell...
When I close my hand, it becomes a fist.
When the first war to win is not down in Dixie, but right here in these streets?
When the Irish Brigade marched in the streets...
When the Irish came, the city was in a fever.
When the Natives took you.
When the sun rose next, the city had split in half.
When you kill a king...
Where are you? Where are you?
Where our fathers have shown us the path, we shall follow.
Where visions to rival the finest imaginings of Scheherezade...
Where you going, boyo?
Where'd you get that?
Where's Amsterdam?
Where's Legree? Where's Mopsy?
Where's my little fella?
Which is why I'm proposing an alliance...
Whichever it is, just remember this much.
While dipping their hands deep into our pockets.
Who are the gangs around now?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who holds sway over the Five Points:
Who is he to you, Jenny?
Who is this under my knife?
Who join us here tonight.
Who knows, but he might save your life again.
Who swear to better our lot...
Who was he?
Who's responsible...
Who's this then?
Whoopsie daisy!
Whose blood stains the very streets we walk today.
Whose man are you?
Whose man are you?
Whose man are you?
Whose man are you? See this knife?
Whose man are you? We speak English in this country.
Why don't you burn him, see if his ashes turn green.
Why don't you get out of here, Johnny?
Why don't you hang it up there and see?
Why not? Look how good you done.
Why not? There were a 1,000 different accents in New York.
Why should so many Irish die down south...
Why? Because they come off a boat, crawling with lice and begging for soup?
Why? They could have left that ship with nothing.
Why'd you rifle through his pockets then?
Why'd you rifle through his pockets then?
Will greet your famished eyes.
Will I keep it as a souvenir?
With another exciting exhibition of skill...
With hot soup for the Irish as they come ashore.
With you, the swift cannot flee, nor the strong escape.
With your help, the people must be made to understand...
Would he have wanted a bit more?
Would he have wanted a bit more?
Would you back an Irish candidate of my choosing?
Would you call me reckless if I said you were the prettiest girl in New York?
Would you go with me?
Would you like to take one of these to fill out?
Would you mind telling me?
Would you?
Yeah, nothing except our safety, constable.
You ain't. Good evening, brother.
You also must forgive.
You always was a Native as far as I'm interested, John...
You are neither cold nor hot.
You are welcome to these streets and will pass in safety.
You back an Irishman for sheriff of the city and county of New York...
You boys will settle with me before settling with each other.
You can always hire one half of the poor to kill the other half.
You can build your filthy world without me.
You can have anything you want out there.
You can hold me tighter if you like.
You can take it.
You can't do this!
You come down to the Points again...
You could find a tastier head than that, Bill.
You could pick up a little swag. And if the cops came, you really got a show.
You don't know her.
You don't know what you've done to yourself.
You don't remember me, do you? I's the one tried to help you.
You don't say that name.
You don't stab him in the dark.
You done very good. How do you like them apples?
You get to know a lot butchering meat.
You go forth to a country torn apart by civil strife.
You go to the polls and you put your mark next to the name Walter McGinn.
You got a loose tongue in your head. You want me to take it out for you?
You got something on your mind?
You got the sand to give them a grand finale?
You gotta pay for the pleasure of my company.
You have to serve, sir, unless you have $300!
You keep out of trouble now.
You kill him where the whole court can watch him die.
You know how I stayed alive this long? All these years?
You know I won't hurt you.
You know me, always like to look me best.
You look stunned and poorly, sir.
You may feel more comfortable without that garment, Miss Everdeane.
You may have misgivings, but don't go believing that.
You may need this across the river.
You may or may not know, Bill, that every day I go to the waterfront...
You meat headed shit sack.
You own the crushers. Get them to do it.
You plague our people at every turn.
You run with the Natives, pray with them!
You scared me is all.
You should know in your own mind...
You son of a bitch!
You stand here convicted varyingly...
You tell me you're a Native. Do you want to know what a Native is?
You tell young Vallon I'm gonna paint Paradise Square with his blood.
You think I'm gonna help you befoul his legacy...
You try.
You two, out of the way!
You!
You!
You.
You. You got anything, you give it up or you get out.
You'd better leave that head alone, Bill.
You'll be dead by then.
You'll each bill the city $5,000 a month for supplies and services...
You'll have to filch me a new one, Bill.
You're a great one for the fighting, I know, but you can't fight forever.
You're a liar! Rubbish!
You're as timely as the Angel of Death.
You're getting too old for it, McGloin.
You're gonna wind up on a stake like your man did!
You're in the Army now. Three square meals a day.
You're not getting my son!
You've seen his portrait downstairs?
Young man, enlist and serve your country.
Your father tried to carve out a corner in this country for his tribe.
Your friend can't look me in the eye. That's not an admirable characteristic.
16th Precinct: All the stores are closing on Eighth Avenue...
...leaders. Mr. Greeley.
...one of Five Points' local... A pleasure to meet you.
18th: The mob is very wild. From 16th: 7th Regiment has arrived.
A fight! There's a fight! Two bucks on McGloin.
Ain't you been to the theater before? No.
Alderman? We've already got Irish aldermen.
All right, that'll do. That'll do. Anything to say now, huh?!
All right, you stupid... My father's son.
All right? Aye.
Amen. Amen.
Amsterdam, sir. Amsterdam. I'm New York.
Another great man, I'm sure. A thorough drunken bastard.
Are the enumerators satisfied? Fifty!
As for us, the tribes were gathered. Forty Thieves.
Bastards! Shang! Shang, hold off!
Beautiful. Now she's on the lay for anything.
Beg your pardon? It will never happen.
Bill the Butcher. To the Butcher.
Boys! Go back to where you came from!
But we don't have any more ballots. Remember the first rule of politics:
can consolidate the Irish vote. I can.
Command performance. Command performance.
Command performance. Where have you been?
Consider it done, sir. Good boy.
Daybreak tomorrow. Ground?
Don't be afraid. What a woman.
Don't tell me you're angry with me. No.
Don't understand. You do speak English.
Down with the Union! Down with the Union!
Everdeane. Miss Everdeane.
Everything in place? It seems so.
Fidlam Bens. Fidlam Bens. Right.
Fifteen to one, Bug Eye Moran. Amsterdam!
Final bets! To health.
For the blood of the Irish! Bill, get down!
Four bits on the kid. Five bits on the kid.
Gentlemen, it's a raid! Even Tweed.
Get back uptown where you belong! $300? So it's another rich man's war.
Get him! Get him!
Get out of here. Don't do it.
Go away. Get your hands off me!
Go back to Africa! Leave him alone. We're free.
Go back to Ireland, you dumb micks! Remember that, you Irish gyps!
Go back to your own country! Vote Tammany!
Go off and die for your blackie friends. Down with the abolitionists!
God bless you, Mr. Cutting. God bless you.
Good day to you, Mulraney. Boys.
Good evening, Reverend. Good evening, Your Holiness.
Good on you, sir. Come upstairs with me, Bill.
Have you got $300? Of course not.
He knows who I am. You're well known in these parts.
Hey, boyo! Johnny.
Hey, Maggie. Right ear or left ear? Give us a drink, you idiot.
Hey! I just want to see your face, son.
Hey! No!
How are you feeling, Arthur? I'm okay. I'm okay.
How do you do? Nearly.
How many? Three or four.
How's the beak? Ain't so bad.
I can go down doing it. And you will.
I don't think so. What if we get you all the Irish votes?
I don't want to see you again. Well, I don't blame you.
I haven't eaten in two days. Keep moving, men.
I heard Tennessee. Where's that?
I never been to a stepping ken before. It's best not to look down.
I never did like crushers. Well, draw it mild, son.
I said, why'd you pick me? That's none of your business.
I think you're frightening them. So?
I'd take it back if I could. Take it back?
I'll slit your fucking throat! Hey, come on!
I'm betting large, Bill. That ain't large.
I'm sorry. Allow me.
I'm telling you, that's all there is... Now, chiseler...
Is that man drunk? Dead as Good Friday, miss.
Is that right, boys? Yeah, Bill. That's right.
Is that right? That's right.
Is that right? Yeah.
Is this fresh? Four hours most.
It ain't much. Thank you, sir. Thank you.
It means body snatchers. I didn't ask the meaning.
It was a mournful sight. The war can't last forever.
Jack. Slum sociable?
Jenny! Get your hands off me.
Jenny. Bill.
Johnny! Help!
Johnny! Help!
Know why he wears short sleeves? Why?
Ladies! Come with me. Come with me. Shall we dance?
Look, boys, I really don't want a fight. Don't want a fight?
May I present ...? The Schermerhorns of 5th Avenue...
Maybe we could pal in together. Oh, I think you're a bit...
Me? Nothing. Nothing?
Monk! That's right.
Mr. Cutting is... What a peach.
No draft! No draft! Show them what we think of their draft!
No offense, son. Oh, none taken, sir. I grew up here.
No, you damn fool, take him! What in the hell for?!
Now, is that what you're calling us? I can think of many things to call you.
Of the Tribune. I'm William Cutting.
Oh, that was you? Yeah. I thought you was killed.
on everyone stepping off those boats. If only I had the guns...
Otherwise, you have to serve! Who the hell's got $300?
Pig, huh? That's right.
Please read this. Thank you. Thanks.
Pleased to meet you. The Points welcomes you.
Praise the Union. The Union forever!
Priest Vallon died a noble death... Let go of me!
Quick, before there's nothing left. Go back to the Bowery, you bums!
Remember this? Of course.
Run away, you sons of bitches! Come on out!
Same for this cartridge case. Where are we going?
See you in the hot country, Seamus. Hot corn!
Shall we continue on? What, you dare to leave it there?
She ain't really my mother. I knew that, Bill.
She smiles at a lot of people. Sir.
Shove off. No, wait for Amsterdam.
So we have. That's why... Well, what's bigger than alderman?
St. Michael! And what did he do?
St. Michael. Who is it?
Stick together! All right.
Ten per notch? Per new notch.
Ten? You have my word.
Thank you kindly, sir. Oh, it's my pleasure.
Thank you. That's right.
That I leave up to you. Bricks, bats, axes, knives...
That's a notice you can be proud of. Thank you.
That's enough, kid. You got him. Come on, kid, you won.
That's my money! Get your hands out of me pockets!
That's my money! Get your hands out of me pockets!
That's right. In the city. Well, where does the city end?
That's why I never ran with your dad. Get off me, you crazy bastard!
The 'Chichesters'. The drums was beating.
The 'O'Connell Guard'. The 'Plug Uglies'.
The 'Slaughter Housers'. The Bowery Boys.
The American Guard. The Atlantic Guard.
The fight's over. Even me.
The liver! The spleen!
The lungs! The liver!
The Morning Glory! The Wheel of Death!
The Spider's Kiss! The River of Blood!
The stomach! The heart! The heart!
The Sword of Damascus! The Tomahawk!
The Tomahawk! The Spider's Kiss!
The tongue! Kidneys!
The tongue! The kidneys!
Then kill him! Kill him!
There are two sides to that question... There are several sides...
They have killed a n****. Get him!
This will all be finished tomorrow. No, it won't.
Votes. Votes, you say?
Wait. What?
We all go someday, huh? Chin up.
We don't want your business. How many men live here?
Well, what would you have me do? I don't know.
Well, why not? For one thing, no man living...
What do you have in mind? I don't know.
What do you think you're doing? Dancing.
What happens at the finish, then? Then we have ourselves a rowdy dow.
What the hell is this? Sorry, Bill.
What? Do you know who Shakespeare was?
What? I's the one tried to help ye...
What's the battle? Natives against the 'Dead Rabbits'.
When? Whenever you like.
Where am I going to go? The Reverend wants you out of here.
Where are you going? I already voted today.
Where are you going? I already voted today.
Where you going, boy? I'm here to pay tribute to Bill.
Which are you? What do you think? 'Dead Rabbits'.
Which? Four.
While I have your attention... It was a good show.
Who asked for your opinion? Let him speak!
Who? No one important, necessarily.
Who's got $300? If you're drafted, release from service...
William Tell! The Butterfly!
Yes! Let them go!
You bastard! Saves my life one day...
You from Kerry? I am, sir. I am.
You have to register. You can't force me to join.
You killed an elected official? Who elected him?
You'll repay me every cent. Mr. Tweed...
You're going to Hellgate, son. There he is. Get him.
You're talking about muscle work. That too. Muscle to match our spirit.
You're the Priest's son, aren't you? You, get away from me, understand?
your lady. Right.
...but his 'Dead Rabbits' is done and outlawed!
...may I remind you of the wonders that await you...
♪ And grace my fears relieved ♪
♪ How precious Did that grace appear ♪