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No son, never. The blood stays on the blade.
One day you'll understand.
Some of it I have remembered.
And the rest I took from dreams.
St. Michael the Archangel defend us in battle.
Be our protector.
Against the snares. And the wickedness of the devil.
Now son, who's that?
St. Michael.
Who is it?
St. Michael.
And what did he do?
He cast Satan out of Paradse.
Good boy!
Johnny!
What's the battle?
Natives against the Dead Rabbits.
Which are you?
What do you think? Dead Rabbits!
Well,well, Monk!
Are you with us or not?
For the last time Vallon, only if the money is right.
I'll give you 10 per notch.
10?
You have my word.
10 per notch. Per new notch.
Then I'm your man.
Is this it, Priest? The Pope's new army?
A few crusty bitches and a handful of ragtags!
I know Bill. You swore, this was a battle between warriors.
Not a bunch of Miss Nancy's.
So warriors is what I brought.
The O'Connell Guard!
The Plug Uglies!
The Shirt Tails!
The Chichesters!
The Forty Thieves!
Bene.
On my challenge, by the ancient laws of combat...
...we are met at this chosen ground...
...to settle for good and all...
...who holds sway, over the Five Points.
Us Natives, born rightwise to this fine land....
...or the foreign hordes defiling it!
Under the ancient laws of combat I accept the challenge of the so called Natives.
You plague our people at every turn!
But from this day out, you shall plague us no more!
Let it be known, that the hand that tries to strike us from this land...
...shall be swiflty cut down!
Then may the Christian Lord, guide my hand, against your Roman popery!
Prepare to receive the true Lord!
Priest!
Look at me!
Who is this under my knife?
Father, get up! Get up!
Where are you?
No, my son.
Don't never look away!
Soon be over, Priest.
Finish it!
You may need this to cross the river.
Ears and noses will be the trophies of the day.
But no hand shall touch him!
No hand shall touch him!
He'll cross over whole!
In honour!
Not before I get what's owed!
No!
It's fair. A touch indelicate, but fair.
My sympathies.
What shall we do with the boy?
Look at me.
Give him to the law.
See he gets a good education.
Okay, boss. Say goodbye to your father.
Hey. Take it easy!
Hurry! Come in here!
Come here, boy. You're going to Hell's Gate!
There he is!
Get him!
Priest Vallon died a noble death.
But his Dead Rabbits is done and outlawed.
Let no one even speak their name from now on.
In this place, you've grown from a boy into a man.
Put to death the earthly things in you.
Immorality. Impurity. Passion. Vengeance.
The Lord has forgiven you.
You also must forgive.
You go forth to a country torn apart by civil strife.
Thank you, Reverend.
Lend your hand to the work that yet remains.
That this war may end.
And the plague of slavery, that brought this confergration down upon us ...
...vanish forever from the earth.
In the second year of the great civil war...
...when the irish brigades marched through the streets...
...New york was a city full of tribes.
War chiefs. Rich and poor.
Lincoln will make all white men slaves!
It wasn't a city really.
It was more a furnace.
Where cities someday might be forged.
That's the spirit boys.
Go off and die for your blackie friends.
We should have run a better man against Lincoln when we had the chance.
They are trying to say ,we are no different than niggers.
You ain't.
Go back to Africa, niggers!
The angriest talk was of the new conscription act.
The first draft in Union history.
Join the army lads. Three square meals a day and good pay.
When the Irish came, the city was in a fever.
Since the time of the great famine they'd come streaming off the boats.
And they got a right warm welcome.
Go back to Ireland, you dumb Mick!
You'll remember that!
Get back on the boat, Paddy!
I came only 2 hours down river from Hell Gate...
..but they all took me for an immigrant.
Why not?
There were a 1000 different accents in New York..
..and to the Natives you see, they were all the same.
Come here to take the chill off your soul and the weight off your heart.
Welcome to America son, your long arduous journey is over.
Go back to your own country.
Vote Tammany!
America for Americans!
New York loved William Tweed and hated him.
And those of us trying to be thieves....
...we couldn't help but admire him.
Mr. Cutting. Gentlemen.
Thank you for coming. It's an honour.
Mr. Tweed?
Sir! Please! Excuse me?
I think your're frightening them.
So?
Don't mind him, he used to be an Irishman.
The Five Points!
Murderer's Alley. Brickbat Mansion.
The Gates of hell!
In this wild place....
Look upon the face of this poor child.
She lives in squalor, in this godforsaken den of vice and misery behind me.
Every year the Reformers came.
Every year the Points got worse.
As if it liked being dirty.
Where am I going to go?
Move.
The Reverend wants you out of here.
You may or not know Bill, that every day I go down to the waterfront...
...with hot soup for the Irish as they come on shore.
As part of building a political base.
I've noticed you there.
You may have noticed me?
Indeed I have!
Throwing torrents of favours and withering abuse on every person who step off those boats.
If only I had the guns Mr. Tweed...
...I'd shoot each and everyone of them, before they set foot on American soil.
Mulbeery street and Worth. Cross. Orange and Littlewater.
Each of the Five Points is a finger...
...when I close my hand it becomes a fist.
And any time that I wish, I can turn it against you.
I understand. But we're talking about different things.
I'm talking about civic duty. Responsibilites we owe to the people.
Schools and hospitals. Sewers and utilities.
Street construction, repairs and sweeping. Business and saloon licences.....
St. Michael the Archangel...
Defend us in battle.
Be our protector against the snares and the wickedness of the devil.
Streetcars, ferries, rubbish disposal.
There's a power of money to be made in this city, Bill.
With your help, the people must be made to understand...
...that all these things are best kept, in what I like to call the Tammany family.
That is why I am talking about an alliance between our organisations.
You're talking about muscle work.
That too. Muscle to match our spirit.
You own the crushers, get them to do it.
The police? Oh, no! Jezus,no!
The appearance of the law must be upheld.
Especially while it's been broken.
Give me the strength, for what I must do.
Who are you?
I said, who are you? What are you doing here?
I just like it down here is all.
See what's in his pockets, Jimmy.
Now look, boys. I really don't want to fight.
You don't want to fight?
Don't worry, son. Ain't gonna be much of a fight.
Don't kill me.
Where did you get that?
I told you I didn't want to fight!
Why not?
Look how good you done.
You're the priest's son aren't you?
You! Get away from me. You understand?
You don't remember me, do you?
I was the one tried to help you.
What?
I was the one tried to help you.
When the Natives took you.
That was you?
Yeah. I thought you was killed.
They just locked me up You know that.
This long?
I kept trying to escape, you know.
Did more time for that.
So what are you doing back here?
Guess I missed the place.
Bowery boys.
The Five Points. Paradise square!
The streets here are always livelier in the evening.
Who are the gangs around now?
We got the Daybreak boys and the Swamp Angels.
They work the River Luton ships.
The Frog Haulers shanghai sailors down around the bay.
Shortails were rough for awhile, but they became a bunch of jackrolling dandies.
Lolling around Murderer's Alley looking like Chinamen.
Hellcat Maggie she tried to open up her own grog shop.
But she drunk up all her own liquor and got thrown out on the street.
Now she's on the lay for everything.
The Plug Uglies they're from somewhere in the old country.
They got their own language.
No one understands what they're saying.
They love to fight the cops.
And the Nightwalkers and Ratpickers.
They work on their backs and kill with their hands.
They're so scurvy, only the Plug Uglies...
...will talk with them.
But who knows what they're saying.
The Slaughterhouses and the Broadway Twisters are a fine bunch of Bengal boys!
And the little Forty Thieves.
I used to run with them for a while.
Till they got taken over by Benjer the Cockroach and his red eyed buggers.
Benjer is a germ.
If you try to leave the gang, they say...
...he hacks the blood off you.
The righteousness are nothing but a bunch of repetitious grab ups..
The True Blue Americans call themselves a gang...
...but all they really do is stand around on corners damning Engeland.
Do you believe one word that the British say...?
Anything about the sand of the Dead Rabbits?
You don't say that name!
That name died with your...
It's been outlawed.
When I was in the blockhouse, the chinks told me...
...that the Natives celebrate their victory...
....every year.
Is that true?
Aye, that they do.
It's quite a fair.
The Butcher himself has got to invite you...
...or you don't go.
Look where you are going, Johnny!
You look stunned and poorly, sir!
Quite a pair of conversationists aren't you!
Maybe not. We're deep thinkers.
Gentlemen, I leave you in the grace and favour of the Lord!
Jenny, finest bludget in all the Points.
She is a prim looking star gazer!
But I'd check my pockets if I were you.
Because I do believe she lifted your time piece.
I let her take it.
I let here take things all the time.
Is that right?
Yeah.
We always liked a good fire in the Points.
You generally pick up a swag and if the cops came along...
...you really got a show.
The municipal police fought the metropolitan police.
The metropolitan police fought the streetgangs.
Hurry up before the Black Joke get here!
There were 37 amateur fire- brigades.
They all fought each other.
The Black Joke are on their way!
Okay boys, get the hoses!
It's the Black Joke!
Go get 'm boys!
Give those Bowery boys help!
Quick before there's nothing left!
Go back to the Bowery, ya bum!
For gods sake. They're taking everything!
In your next time of trouble ma'm....
...call Tammany first!
It's not too late. You can still save my house!
Let's go!
I thought you said you were hungry!
Grab what you can. Let's get out of here!
May I point out that this building is burning to ashes?
And may I point out that this area is the provenance...
..of my own America's firebrigade.
And that you lot only belong in the Bowery.
May I point out that you are outmanned, outmanouvered...
...and at the moment outfought!
Am I?
There's the Black Joke!
Let's get 'm!
Clear the way for Bill the Butcher.
Okay boys, to work!
What's the point?
The fire's near burnt eveything of value inside.
Boys forget that one. Next building over.
Mustn't let it spread!
Grab what you want from that one!
What are you doing? There's nothing wrong with this one!
Come on. Johnny. Get up!
Leave that.
You two, on your way!
His name's Amsterdam.
How's the beak?
Ain't so bad.
You. You got anything or you can get out.
Is that it?
That's it.
Right. Here's the rake.
Everything comes here we fence it.
Johnny takes our tribute to the Natives and we chop up....
....the winnings, each to his equal portion of the gang.
Does that meet with your approval, Hell Gate?
My approval?
What's the matter Jack Sprat, can't you think for yourself!
I'll slit your fucking throat!
You boys settle with me, before settling with each other.
I come for my due and proper.
This ain't a bad haul.
You know, when the folks say the country is going to hell...
...I always tell them, look at all the hard work...
..our fine young lads are doing down in the Points.
Oh, yeah. This is just the thing for Mrs. Mulraney.
Alright Happy Jack. Leave us for something to give Bill de Butcher.
Would ya?
Not my favorite tune.
Thank you, boys.
You keep out of trouble now.
Every year the Natives celebrated the killing of my father all over again.
At Sparrow's Chinese Pagoda in Mott street.
The chinks hated the Natives worse than we did.
The drum rolls and the Butcher drinks a glass of fire.
When you kill a king, you don't stab him in the dark.
You kill him where the whole court can watch him die.
Got any timber?
Hi, Maggie. Rightie or leftie?
Give us a drink.
Help yourself.
Two minutes. Place your bets.
Gentlemen. The match is due to commence.
The count to be is, 25 rodents in 3 minutes.
Rouser against the vermin.
Satisfied?
50!
Yes!
Where are you going, boil?
I'm here to pay tribute to Bill.
Are you now?
Give it to me. I'll give it to him.
No thanks. I'll give it to him myself.
What do you want to keep, the money or your teeth?
John?
Welcome.
From me and the lads, sir.
Mate of yours?
Where's he from?
He's not from here, sir.
YOU!
That's close enough!
Your friend can't look me in the eye...
...that's not an admirable characteristic.
No one can look you in the eye, Bill..
...not when you're playing cards.
This is whist, it's a gentleman's game.
Make a gentleman's bet.
I am betting large, Bill!
That ain't large.
Don't make that noise again, Harvey.
I like a man who's willing to burn for his swag.
How do you fair on water? Come closer.
Closer. I ain't gonna bite!
There's a Portugese ship lying low in the harbour....
...quarantined three weeks.
Get there before the Day Break Boys strip her.
Maybe you and me wil talk some more.
Consider it done, sir.
Good boy.
And you...
...whatever you name is.
What is your name?
Amsterdam, sir.
Amsterdam?
I'm New York.
Don't you ever come in here empty handed again.
You gotta pay for the pleasure of my company.
Take him for a boat ride, John.
Maybe he'll save your life again.
If the Day Break boys catch us on this river, they'll slit our throats!
I'll do it myself, if you don't keep quiet!
I never liked the harbour after dark.
And now each night they brought on shore the bodies of the soldiers.
So many mothers don't even have the solace of knowing where their sons have fallen.
I lost my own eldest in Antida.
His mother and I weren't able to recover his remains.
It was a mournful sight.
The war can't last forever.
But we had business of our own.
The Day Break boys have already been here.
There's nothing left. Let's go back.
What in hell...?
Jimmy..get down!
Jezus..that'll bring the harbour cops for sure!
Out of the way!
Let's take a look.
Jezus..they killed everybody!
There's nothing here but...
Watch it....dead sea crabs.
Come on! Let's go.
Shove off!
No. Wait for Amsterdam!
Where is Amsterdam?
Take him, damn fool!
What in the hell for?
Look in my glims. I said no less than 15!
Is this fresh?
Four hours most.
Much obliged, gents.
What's that word?
It means bodysnatchers.
I didn't ask the meaning. I asked the word.
Ghoul?
That's a good word.
A fresh outrage in the Five Points.
A notice that you can be proud of.
Thank you.
Low thing, to do that to a body.
Low.
Why? They could've left that ship with nothing.
Instead they made the Police Gazette.
A periodical of note.
A body is supposed to stay beneath the earth....
...wearing a wooden coat...
..until the resurrection.
These two are just a pair of bug eating sons of Irish bitches. Just like you.
Don't seem to bother them none.
Maybe they don't share your religious scruples.
Maybe they're just a couple of fiddeling bends.
I've been called a lot of things, mister...
...but I've never been called..?
Fiddeling bends.
Fiddeling bends. Right.
If I knew what in the hell that meant..
...I might be inclined to take offense.
A fiddeling bend is a fellow who would steal anything...
...dead or alive.
Because he's too low to work up a decent lay for himself.
Count that careful.
I'm telling you that's all there is. That's all they gave us.
That's all they gave us.
Chiseler!
If you had said chiseler, now that's a word I understand.
Is that what you're calling us?
I can think of a number of things to call you, boil!
Right. But I asked if you was calling us chiselers?
Supposing I am?
Well, then we got business.
That we do!
2 dollars on McGloin!
5 pieces on the kid!
5 on Amsterdam!
Come on, McGloin, it's just a kid.
Watch his left, McGloin!
Alright, that'll do.
What do you say now, huh?
That'll do, for Christ sake.
Drag him off.
That's enough, kid.
You got him.
McGloin? How would that head look without the ears and nose on it?
You'd better leave that head alone, Bill.
I think I'm gonna trim the beak and the ears off that head.
Make a nice pot of soup out of that head.
You can find a tastier head than that, Bill.
I ain't got no stomach for an Irish stew.
The mighty McGloin.
Almost fish hooked by a sprat.
On the seventh day the Lord rested.
But before that He did...
...He squatted over the side of England...
...and what came out of him? Ireland!
No offense, son.
None taken, sir.
I grew up here.
AllI ever knew of Ireland was in the talk of others in the asylum.
From which part of that excrementitous island were your forebares spawn?
I've been told Carrey.
But I lost proof of it in my language in the asylum.
I was raised in a similar establishment myself.
Everything you see belongs to me, to degree or another.
But beggars, quick thieves, here in Paradise..
...gymmills, blind tigers on the waterfront...
...anglers and the musers. The she-he's and the chinks.
Everybody owes...
...everybody pays, because...
...that's how you stand up, to the rising of the tide.
Is that right boys?
Yes Bill, that's right.
Enlist. Join up! Serve your country.
Volunteer and get your 50 dollar bonus!
We need 30,000 volunteers..
...and we're prepared to pay 677 dollar per volunteer.
Please read this. Thank you.
Would you like one to fill out?
3 square meals a day.
Young man?
Enlist and...
...serve you country.
3 square meals a day, gentlemen!
If you're interested, I suggest...
Everywhere you went, people talked about the daft.
You could buy your way out for 300 dollars.
But who had 300 dollars?
For us it had might as well been 3 millions.
The recruters were too scared of the gangs...
...to come after us.
Besides, we never dreamt the war..
...would ever touch New York.
Good morning, sir.
You!
Don't you run into me.
Fair enough!
I said don't run in to me!
Sorry!
Everything in place?
It seems so.
Then I leave you in the grace and favour of the Lord.
Thank you.
Why that dirty..........!
Oh, no!
Allow me!
Thank you kindly, sir.
It's my pleasure.
I hope you don't mind if I speak...
..I don't want to appear forward.
Well sir, that depends on what you say!
Would you call me wreckless, if I say that you are the prettiest girl in New York?
Only New York?
This is my stop.
May I walk with you a little then?
That sir...would be too bold.
For every lay we had a different name.
An Angler put a hook on the end of a stick...
...to drop behind store windows and doors.
An Autumn diver picked your pocket in church.
A Badger, gets a fellow in bed with a girl...
..and robs his pockets when they're on the go.
Jenny was a Bludger..
...a girl pickpocket.
And a Turtle dove.
A Turtle dove goes uptown...
...dressed like a housemaid.
Picks out a fine house...
...and goes right through the back door. Robs you blind.
It takes a lot of sand to be a Turtle dove.
I'll have my medal back.
Oh, jezus.
Don't do that again.
I said, don't do that!
Go back to the Points and let me do my business...
...or I will open your throat.
Alright.
Go on then.
I would.
Go on then.
Give me back my medal.
Make it quick.
I don't know which one's yours.
Suppose I help myself to everything.
Suppose you do.
Shall I walk with you a little, then?
What do you suppose a fellow can earn up here in a day?
Maybe we can pile in together?
I think you're a bit rough for this game.
Besides, I work alone.
Alone?