Gangs Of New York (2002)
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?
Who is it?
And what did he do?
He cast Satan out| of Paradse.
What's the battle?
Natives against the|Dead Rabbits.
Which are you?
What do you think?|Dead Rabbits!
Are you with us|or not?
For the last time Vallon,|only if the money is right.
I'll give you 10 per notch.
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 Forty Thieves!
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!
Look at me!
Who is this under my knife?
Father, get up! Get up!
Where are you?
Where are you?
No, my son.
Don't never look away!
Soon be over, Priest.
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!
Not before I get what's owed!
It's fair. A touch indelicate,|but fair.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sir! Please! Excuse me?
I think your're frightening|them.
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?
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!
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.
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.
I kept trying to escape, you know.
Did more time for that.
So what are you doing back|here?
Guess I missed the place.
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...
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?
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!
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!
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!
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?
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?
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.
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.
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.
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?
From me and the lads, sir.
Mate of yours?
Where's he from?
He's not from here, sir.
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.
...whatever you name is.
What is your name?
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...?
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.
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.
That's a good word.
A fresh outrage in the|Five Points.
A notice that you can|be proud of.
Low thing, to do that to|a body.
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. 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.
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 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.
3 square meals a day.|Young man?
...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.
Don't you run into me.
I said don't run in to me!
Everything in place?
It seems so.
Then I leave you in the grace|and favour of the Lord.
Why that dirty..........!
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.
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.
Go on then.
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.
What do you core to|the Butcher?
The Butcher and me have a|special arrangement.
I don't want to see|you again!
I don't blame you.
Pennies in their pockets and|hope in their eyes.
They peer to the west.
Searching the horizon for a|glimpse of land and salvation.
A glimpse of America.
Seeing all this poverty must be|most unsettling, Mrs. Schermerhorn?
Some days the uptown gangs|came to us.
The Schermerhorns were one of the|oldest families in New York.
They didn't run the city..
...but they were listened to quite|carefully, by them who did.
Commissioner Brunt, said you|wanted to view the Points....
...in all its splendor an|squalor.
Spare nothing concerning the|conditions, said he!
Nothing except our safety,|constable.
I'm sure we can be in no danger|while we're in the constable's|company, my dear!
Quite so, madam. Witness!
Shall we continue on?
You dare to leave it there?
Safe as a bank, Mr. Greely.
They all know it's mine.
Is that man drunk?
Dead as good friday, miss.
Good day, Mulraney.
Track finding. Reform studying.
May I present...
The Schermerhorns hardly require|an introduction from you, Jack.
Mrs. Schermerhorn and her|daughter.
The gentleman of course is.....
Mr. Greely. The famous|publisher.
It's a pleasure and an|honour, sir.
Of the Tribune.
I am William Cutting.
How do you do, Mr. Cutting?
As of this moment,|extremely well.
How do you do?
Orange blossom. Delicious!
Mr. Cutting is...
What a peach! You had a fine|carreer on the stage.
...one of the Five Points local...
Please to meet you, sir.
Pleased to meet you,|Mr. Cutting.
The Five Points welcomes you..
...to these streets...
..and you shall pas in|safety.
I'll see to their safety.
Thank you, Bill.
Good day lads.
Criminals who brag|a dote show.
He knows who I am!
Inderdeed, sir. You are well|known in these parts.
I find that strangely flattering.
Never did like crushers.
Well draw it mild, son.
Happy Jack don't fill his lungs|without me telling him to.
Do you think my watch would be|safe in that lamp post, Bill?
Why don't you hang it|up there and see?
Some day is right.
Is this the new lad?
just another bastard I folded|in the warmth of my embrace.
Just wanted to see your face,|son.
No harm intended.
You get to know a lot by|butchering meat.
We're made up of the same|things.
Flesh and blood. Tissue. Organs.
I love to work with pigs.
The nearest thing in nature to|the flesh of a man, is the|flesh a pig.
This is for you, mother.
Here you are.
God bless you.
She ain't really my mother.
I knew that, Bill.
This is the liver.
The kidneys. The heart.
This is a wound.|The stomach will bleed and bleed.
This is a kill.
This is a kill.
And the artery. This is a kill.
You try it.
Don't follow the blade|on the rib.
And the artery.
Bleed 'm slow. Let them think|about it for a while.
You'll each bill the city|5000 dollars a month...
..for supplies and services..
...for which you will|receive 10%.
Bill! Mr. Glour will work out|the details. Thank you.
That's how we do things|around Tammany, gentlemen.
Thank you, boys.
Good day, sir.
You got something on|your mind?
Bill's taking quite a liking|to you.
If you're up to something..
...I don't want no|part in it.
I was in Hell Gate for|16 years.
I'm just trying to make my|way is all...
...just like you.
Less of course you got|a better notion?
I can't get a days work|done...
...for all the good citizens|coming here..
...harrassing me about|crime in the Points.
Some even go so far to accuse|Tammany of connivance..
..in this so called rampant|criminality.
What can I do?|I can't have this.
Something has to be done.
What do you have in mind?
I don't know. Maybe we|should hang someone.
No one important necessarily.
Back alley thieves, with|no affiliations.
3 or 4.
You stand here convicted..
...of ludeness, jackrolling...
...sneak thievery, chloral|hydrating, sodomy..
...strangulation and corruption|of the public good.
Handsome bunch of gallows|food!
There's my old friend.
How are you feeling, Arthur?
I'm okay. Okay you know.
Say hello to Amsterdam.|He nearly fish hooked McGloin.
I see that you are dressed for|the occasion, Arthur.
You know me, Bill. Always|like to look me best.
That's the spirit.
Nice locket. I'll give you|a dollar for it.
It's me mother's.
Dollar and a halve?
I'll miss you, Arthur.
See you in the hot|country, Shamus.
Is my son present here?
Where's my little fellow?
Look at your dad.
Farewell dear boy.
I never struck a foul blow..
..or turned a card.
May God greet me as a friend!
That night the Reformers|held a dance.
That was the Five Points|alright....
...hangings in the morning,|a dance in the evening.
To be sure!
It's not a matter of words,|but by the way she smiles at me.
She smiles at a lot of|people, John.
A penny, for a fighting|Irishman?
Are you from Carey?
I am sir.
It ain't much.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are|delighted to see so many young faces..
...at our first annual|mission dance.
This will be a real circus!
The mission welcomes Christians|of every stamp...
...and we are happy to greet|our Roman catholic friends...
...who join us here tonight.
Ladies....come with me.
We're going to start the dance|in just a moment.
Good evening, your Holyness.
Good evening, Reverend.
You should have shaved|closer!
Good evening, Reverend.
I'd like to make a pardon.
Gentlemen, over here! If|you don't mind.
Open it. Hold it up!
Into the mirror.
Our queen has chosen.
Regular services are held in|the church at 6 and 8.
Go to hell.
What do you think your|doing?
Why did you pick me?
That's none of your business.
Would you mind telling me?
I'm not much of a dancer.
Try and stay calm.
I've never been to a dance|before!
It's best not to look down.
You can hold me tighter if|you like.
Why didn't you dance|with Johnny?
...I didn't want him.
I'm not good in this.
How does this open?
It takes too long to lace|back up...
...we'll be here all night.
Alright. I'll take it off.
There was a baby.|They cut it out.
Have you got any scars?
What's that then?
A gift from Mr. Cutting.
Was it your birthday?
What did you give him?
The answer to that has nothing|to do with you.
Don't tell me you're angry|with me?
No..I'm through with you.
Well, you're quicker then|most fellows...
...generally they wait till|afterwards!
I ain't interested..
...in the Butcher's leavings.
Stay away from the pikers.
15 to 1. Bug Eye Ward!
Everyone was working|for the Butcher.
We ran his errands..
...made his money...
...took a piece...
...and said thank you, sir.
Gentlemen in the ring!
The fight's over!
My father's son.
What the hell is this?
The city ordenance against|boxing...
...is a blight. I grant you.
I'm losing money while|you speak.
Go out there and collect|those bets.
How do I collect, if no one|won the fight?
This counts as a no decision.
You've got that covered,|right?
Didn't anyone pay off the|god damn police?
Yes, the municipal police...
...this is the metropolitan|police.
You're going to repay me|every cent.
Wait! Mr. Tweed!
Who asked for your opinion?
Let him speak!
We don't answer to you.
The law says there's no|boxing in the city, right?
That's right, in the city.
Where does the city end?
The winner...in the|75th round...
Allow me to acknowledge the|man who's vision..
...and enterprise, made possible|the staging of this noble combat...
...in this inspiring and entirely|legal surroundings, Mr. William Cutting!
And his young associate.
Well done. You're a|quick learner.
We done good.
We done well.
May I have your kind|attention?
May I remind you of the wonders|of my museum on Broadway...
...P.T.Barnum's gallery of|wonders!
It's a funny feeling|being taken...
...under the wing of a dragon.
It's warmer than you think.
That's the building of our|country right there, Mr. Cutting.
Americans are borning.
I don't see no Americans.|I see trespassers.
Irish, who do jobs for a nickel...
...that niggers do for a dime...
...and a white man used to| get a quarter for.
What have they done? Name one|thing they've contributed!
Votes, you say?
They vote on who the|Archbishop tells them...
...and who tells him?
Their king in the pointy hat,|who sits on his throne in Rome.
He's got mixed feelings with|regards to the Irish.
Bill, deliver these good and|fervant folk to the polls.
And there will be a handsome price|for each vote that goes Tammany's way.
Miy father gave his life...
...making this country|what it is.
Murdered by the British, with all|of his men, July 25 juli, 1814.
You think I'm going to help|you, befoul his legacy?
By giving this country to them...
...who's had no hand in|fighting for it.
Why? Because they come off the|boat crawling with lice...
...and begging you for soup?
You're a great one for the|fighting Bill, I know...
...but you can't fight|forever.
I can go down doing it .
And you will.
What did you say?
I said, you're turning you|back on the future.
Not our future.
That document makes you|a citizen...
...this one makes you a| private in the Union army.
Now go fight for your country.
Sign here, son.
Or make your mark.
Here's your musket. Make sure|you keep it dry on the boat.
Where are we going?
I heard Tennessee.
Do they feed us now, you think?
My children, my chidren.
We must heal the divisions between us!
This war must cease. North and|South must stand united.
What happens at the finish?
Then we have ourselves a rowdy dow!
Ain't you never been to a theatre before?
Mr Legree, lay down your whip.
Miss Elisa join hands with mr. Shelby.
And Topsy. Dear little Topsy.
Cradle Uncle Tom's head.
Leave the nigger dead.
Down with the Union!
Down with the Union!
For the blood of the Irish.
Bill, get down!
Somebody's popped the Butcher!
Who's man are you?
Speak smart and speak up!
What's he saying?
I think he's making his peace with God.
To hell with that!
He makes his peace with me.
I'm hearing your confession tonight,|you Irish whore!
Who's man are you?
We speak English in this country.
Who's man are you?
Do you see this knife, I'm|gonna teach...
...you to speak English with|this knife!
Who's man are you?
Who's man are you?
Well that didn't tell us very much.
Fine waist coat.
Shame, I don't think it can be mended!
Will I keep it as a souvenir?
Where's Legree? Where's Topsy?
Jezus, let's continue.|Intermission is over.
Now that was bloody Shakespearian.
Do you know who Shakeapeare was, sonny?
He was the fellow who wrote the|King James' Bible.
Mr., I don't know what you are|talking about.
Because you're an ignorant|Irish welp!
Just like your father.
That's it. Tear my head off and|destruct the world.
Just like the other stupid Irish|in this country.
That's why I never ran with your dad.
Get off me you crazy bastard!
It means if you're not strong,|you'd better be smart.
I don't know if your being too clever|or too dumb.
But whatever it is, remember| this much.
For all his faults, your father was|a man who loved his people.
Amsterdam. Amsterdam. New York is|calling you.
Look at that. What in Christ's|name is that?
Rythms of the dark continent,|thrown into the kettle...
...with an Irish shindig. Stir it around a few times.|Poured out as a fine American mess.
A jig, doing a jig!
A little keep sake.
Good on ya, sir.
Come upstairs with me Bill.
Have I ever had you before?
So you don't call me by my|christian name.
Bill. My god you're alright!
I heard the news and came over|as quick as I could.
As timely as the angel of death.
You're not suggesting that I would|stoop to what your suggesting?
Stop slabbering. If I thought|it was you...
...you'd be in a wooden coat.
I've got a hole in my shoulder|and it hurts...
...so have a drink and shut up.
Or shut up and get out.
I believe I'll have a drink.
Carefull, Tweedy the morts|are frenchified!
No, I'm clean.
I'll wrap you up.
It's gotta be tight.
Loves to make me cry.
You can take it!
There's my boy.
To the Butcher!
We're all much obliged.
To the Butcher!
Why don't you get out of here, Johnny?
Go on. Go!
Is there anyone in the Five Points|you haven't fucked?
Try it and I'll bite ya.
You were gonna bite me.
I dont think you want me.
I can't sleep.
I hope you don't mind us|laying here, sir?
Whatever takes your fancy,|young friend.
Is your shoulder keeping you up?
I don't sleep too much.
I sleep with one eye open. I only|got one eye.
How old are you Amsterdam?
Not too sure. Never did|figure it.
47 years old.
You know how I stayed alive|this long? All these years.
The spectacle of fearsome acts.
Somebody steals from me, I cut|off his hands.
He offends me, I cut out his tongue.
He rises against me, I cut off his|head, stick it on a pike!
Raise it high up, so all in the|streets can see.
That's what preserves the order|of things.
That one tonight. Who was he?
A nobody. A coward.
What an end that|would have been.
I killed the last honourable man|15 years ago.
You've seen his portrait downstairs?
Has your mouth been glued up with juice?
I asked you a question!
I said I've seen it, sir.
You got a murderous rage in you.|I like it.
So much life boiling up in you.|That's good!
The priest and me lived by the|same principles.
Only faith divided us.
He gave me this you know?
That was the finest beating I|ever took.
My face was pulp. My guts pierced.|My ribs all messed up.
When he came to finish me...
...I couldn't look him in the eye.
He spared me because...
....he wanted me to live in shame.
This was a great man.
A great man.
So I cut out the eye that|looked away.
Sent it to him wrapped in|blue paper.
I would've cut them both out if I|could afford being blind.
I rose up again with a full heart...
...and buried him in his own blood.
He was the only man I killed|worth remembering.
I never had a son.
Civilisation is crumbling.
God bless you!
If you've got anything to say...
...now is the time to say it.
Who is he to you, Jenny?
I was 12 years old.
My mother was dead. I was living|in a doorway.
He took me in. Took care of me in|his own way.
After they cut out the baby...
He doesn't fancy girls that|scarred up.
You should know, in your own mind...
...that he never laid a hand on me|till I asked him too.
Who are you?
Who are you?
Gentlemen, you are most welcome to|this palace of enchantment...
...with visions to rival the tales of|Sheherazade and the Arabian Nights!
Flex your head to the teutonic beauty!
Feast you eyes on the magnificent blue...
...of these creatures.
Gentlemen, you see our caged birds well!
How would you like to make them sing?
They could be singing for you.
May God put the spirit of the|holy steel in my spine...
...and the love of the blessed|Virgin in my heart.
Easy now. What did you say?
He's not who he says he is.
He's not who he says he is?
Count you blessings he considers|you a friend!
The only thing he considers every day|and night is how to kill you!
Those eyes want me to take|them out for you!
I'll bury it up you fundunem where|it belongs!
I can read right through them!|They're empty...
His name is Vallon.
Don't do it Bill!
His name is Vallon!
Curious people these celestials.
You know why they use short|sleeves?
So everyone can see he's got|nothing stashed.
I hope it doesn't become a fashion.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have|your kind attention.
As some of you have surely|noticed...
...our friend and benifactor, Mr Cutting...
..is tonight wearing a waistcoat|of certain distinction!
May we appeal to him, to favour us...
...with another exciting exhibition.
Of skill. Courage. Daring and drama!
What's gonna happen?
The spider's kiss!
The wheel of death!
The spider's kiss!
The Butcher's apprentice!
The Butcher's apprentice!
A command performance!
Where have you been?
A command performance indeed.
I want you to get out of here!
And for this, I must beg the|indulgence...
...of my former...
... assistent in matters of impailment...
...the Butcher's original apprentice.
What do you say, Jen?
One more time for the|sweet souvenir.
Don't do it!
She'll be alright.
You may feel more comfortable without|that garment, Miss Everdeane!
You'll have to filch me a|new one, Bill!
Anything in your pockets tonight?
I ain't started working yet.
What about that locket I| gave you?
Apologies my dear. Pick it up.
Now its good and broke!
I can't seem to get anything|right tonight.
You got the sand to give 'm a|grand finale?
Maybe when you're aiming a|little straighter.
Enough of this heathen music.
Get rid of these goddamn monkeys.
Strike up boys!
This is a night for Americans!
We hold in our hearts the memory|of our fallen brothers...
...whose blood stains the very streets...
...we walk today.
Also on this night, we pay tribute|to the leader of our enemies.
An honourable man...
...who crossed over bravely.|Fighting for what he believed in.
To defeat my enemy, I extinguish|his life...
... and consume him as I consume|these flames.
In honour of Priest Vallon.
In honour of Priest Vallon!
That's a wound !
I want you all to meet the son of|Priest Vallon.
I took him under my wing...
...and see how I'm repaid.
He saved my life one day so he|could kill me the next...
...like a sneak thief.
Instead of fighting like a man.
A base defiler. Unworthy of|a noble name.
That'll do Mcgloin.|Spread him out.
I hate blackies. You..you get to watch.
This is fresh meat!
We need to tenderise this meat|a bit.
Alright, lets kiss goodnight to|that pretty face of yours!
What'll it be then. Rib or chop.|Loin or shank.
The heart! The heart!
This boy has no heart.
Then kill him!
He ain't earned the death!
He ain't earned the death of|my hands!
He'll walk amongst you marked|with shame.
A freak. Worthy of Barnum's|museum of wonders.
God's only man, speared by|the Butcher.
Here. Here. This way.
I want to show you something.
My mother's bones share this|grave.
I've saved 20 cents out of every|dollar I've ever earned since ....
...I was thirteen.
That's 215 dollars.
For bludgeoning and the rest.
This is what I wanted to show you.
This is where we're going to go,|as soon as you get better....
...San Fransisco, California.
You can have anything you want|out there.
These men are pulling gold right|out of the river.
With their own hands.
We're here and need to get there.
Go down 'round here.
Up to San Francisco.
The shortest way to go.
Will you go with me?
No need to fire that, miss.|Or even aim it.
An audience with yor mangled|friend is all I want.
I've 44 notches on my club.
Do you know what they are for?
To remind me of what I owe God|when I die.
My father was killed in battle too.
In Ireland, in the streets.
Fighting those who were taking|their privilege.
What only could be got and held...
...by the decimation of a race.
That war is a thousand years old|and more.
We never expected it to follow|us here.
It was waiting for us when|we landed.
Your father tried to carve out a|corner in this country for his tribe.
That was him. That was his Dead Rabbits.
I often wondered, if he'd lived a|bit longer...
...would he have wanted it to|be more.
Why did you rifle through his|pockets then?
I thought maybe you could do|with it.
Blood stays on the blade.
That's a sorry looking pelt.
And it's been so nice and quiet|for the last three months.
Tell me, this charge. Does it sit|on easy with you?
No. Not uneasy , Bill.
I wouldn't say that.
But.....my allegiance is|to the law.
I'm paid to uphold the law.
What in heaven's name are you|talking about?
You may have misgivings, but don't go believing|that, Jack. That way lies damnation.
I'm in no danger of|damnation, Bill.
Here's the thing.
I don't give a fuck about your moral conflicts...
..you meatheaded shit sack.
That's more or less the thing.
I want you to go out there. You|and nobody else.
None of your little minions.
I want you to go out there...
...and I want you...
...to punish, the person...
...for murdering this poor|little rabbit.
Is that understood?
Help yourself to some decent meat|on the way out.
Is that you, boy?
I didn't mean nothing by that shot|you know?
You scared me is all.
You know I'd never do you harm.
Come out now, lad.
Remember your father and me?
Are you to young to remember your Uncle Jack?
The times we had.
You know I won't hurt you.
This is bad for everybody.
What's next, dead politicians?
I could spare half a dozen|of you...
...easier than I can spare him.
Still, I think it shows dash.
Give the boy some time, we'll|settle with a good dust up.
There are more of us coming off|the ships each day.
I heard 15,000 Irish a week.
And we're afraid of the Natives!
Get all of us together...
....we ain't got a gang..
...we got an army.
And all we need is a spark. One|spark, to wake us all up.
It was me who played you false.
I'd take it back if I could.
Take it back?
Johnny, I ought to kill you!
Get out of the Points and|don't come back.
Where are you going, boil?
Tell us John, what's the trouble?
No trouble, Bill.
Still hiding out with| your friends?
No, I'm not with them, Bill.
I'm with you, with the Natives.
You always were a Native, as far|as I'm interested, John.
Till you became a stag.
You tell me you're a Native?
Do you want to know what|a Native is?
A Native is a man, who's|willing to give his life...
...for his country.
Like my father done.
Are you willing to do that,| my young friend?
I'll get you off.
It hurts too much.
Just kill me.
Just kill me.
I'm sorry, Johnny.
Oh, Mary mother of God, pray|for us sinners...
...on the day of our death...amen.
Rest in peace, Ma.
What are you doing here, boil?
What's that nigger doing in| this church?
What's a Dead Rabbit doing with|the Natives,huh?
No niggers among the Natives.
Niggers as robbers is|one thing...
...but niggers in a church,|that's something else!
You run with the Natives, you go|pray with the Natives!
You're going to wind up on a stake|like your man did!
Father! Jezus, do you know there's|a nigger in your church?
The earth turns...
...but we don't feel it move.
And one night you look up...
...one spark and the skie's on fire.
It's a touching spectacle.
We'll come back when you're|ready for us.
The past is the torch that|lights our way.
Where our fathers have shown|us the path.
We shall follow.
Our faith is the weapon most|feared by our enemies...
...for thereby shall we lift our|people up...
...against those who will|destroy us.
Our name is called the Dead Rabbits,|to remind all of our suffering...
...and as a call to those who|suffer still...
...to join our ranks.
However so far they may have strayed|from our common home across the sea.
For with great numbers, must come|great strength.
For the salvation of our people.
We don't want your business.
How many other men live here?
You all have to register.
You can't force me to join|no army.
Have you got 300 dollars?
Of course not!
Who the hell's got 300 dollars?
If you are drafted, release from militairy| service can only be secured...
...for 300 dollars, according to|the conscription act.
Otherwise you have to serve!
Who the hell's got 300 dollars?
You have to serve, sir!
You tell me!
I was born here, sir. You|immigrated here!
Sweet jezus. War does terrible|things to men.
Get back up town, where you|belong!
300 dollars. It's another rich|man's war!
Sir, I request an audience|with this man.
Don't they speak English in|New York anymore!
You do speak English!
I wonder if miss Everdeane can angle| her rifle in another direction?
I wonder Mr. Vallon, if you understand|the value of this sort of publicity?
The Archbishop himself, shoulder to shoulder|with half the Irish in the Five Points.
I'm offering my boy, to form an|alliance with you...
...against Bill Cutting and his|slate of Native candidates.
I'll negotiate a handsome fee, for|every Irish vote...
...you send Tammany's way, in the|coming elections.
I need a new friend in the Five|Points, son.
I'd like that friend to| be you.
Now just a moment, Mr. Tweed.
Suppose we do get you those votes.
Would you back an Irish candidate|of my chosing..
I don't think so.
What if we get you all the|Irish votes?
Mr. Vallon, that will only happen|in the reign of Queen Dick!
Beg your pardon?
That means it will never happen.
Now I might be persuaded to back|an Irish candidate...
...for, let's say alderman.
We've already got an Irish|alderman.
So we have, that's why....
What's bigger than an alderman?
Alright, Mr Tweed, you back an|Irishman for sheriff...
...of the city and county of|New York...
...and we'll get him elected.
I love the Irish, son...
..but higher than alderman you|shall never climb.
For one thing, no man living can|consolidate the Irish vote.
And for another, I mean no|offence...
...no one's yet found an Irish|candidate...
...for sheriff worth voting for.
Got me looking as sober as me own|grandfather!
He was a great man, I'm sure.
He was a drunken bastard.
Can I say what I want?
That's why I wanted you.
Our elected representatives are a|gang of thieves!
Who swear to better our lot...
...while dipping their hands deep|into our pockets.
I stand shoulder to shoulder with|community leaders like Bill Cutting...
....against any, an all in roads in|our democracy.
I'll see to it, that no one|takes away...
... what you earned by pluck and application.
To invading hordes of Hibernians.
Go to the polls and put|your mark...
... next to the name Walter McGinn.
Against the potatoes weeders, like|them over there...
...thieving our jobs.
Why should so many Irish die down|south...
...when the first war to win...
...is not down in Dixie, but|right here...
...in these streets!
Who's the finest streetfighter in|the Five Points?
That's right and let the whole|damn city hear it!
That man was right born for this.
He's killed 44 men and laid low a|couple of hundred more.
Is that right?
I should have run him for mayor!
Alright, line 'm up.
It's election day!
Come on, you bastard. We need|your vote.
Bastard? I fought for you|nigger...
...I lost an arm for you!
Well, that's a start. Come on.
Rise and shine, rise and shine.
This great country of ours, even|hop fiends get their vote.
Less heart and more haste,|darling.
Where are you going ?
I already voted today.
Cast for Monk and Tammany, by god!
Only twice? You call that doing|your civic duty?
Come with me.
Oh no, you don't. Get back and|sit down.
Here's another one!
Clean him up good.
Shave the beards off boys and send|them back to vote again.
Okay boys, vote Tammany.
What our great city needs is a new|court house.
Now I propose it should be a|modest, economical structure.
Excuse me one moment.
What is it?
Monk's already won by 3,000 more|votes, then there are voters.
Only 3? Make it 20, 30.
We don't need a victory, we need a|Roman triumph.
We don't have anymore ballots.
Remember the first rule of|politics...
...ballots don't make the results...
..the counters do. Keep counting.
It's from Bill.
Citizens of the Five Points!
Mr. Cutting is attempting to|draw me...
...into an argument...
...that would no doubt end in|bloodshed...
...and the compromising of my|office.
What do you think?
Shall I engage in silence, this|relic of the ancient law...
...or, shall I be your chosen|voice...
...in a new testament, in a new|world?
There you are, Bill.
The people have spoken.
The very notion of violent|reprisal benumbs them.
Come on up.
Let's see if we can resolve our...
...grievances the democratic way.
That my friends, is the minority|vote.
Now you tasted my mutton, how do|you like it?
Look, I want you to see this.
This is you, right here!
Notch 45, you Irish bug bastard.
Why don't you burn him?
See if his ashes turn green.
Fortune favours them all!
You killed an elected official?
Who elected him?
You don't know what you've done|to yourself.
I know your works.
You're neither cold nor hot.
So because you are luke warm...
...I will spew you out of my|mouth.
You can build your filthy world|without me.
I took the father, now I'll take|the son.
You tell young Vallon, I'm going|to paint...
...Paradise square with his blood.
I'll festoon my sleeping|chamber with his guts.
As for you Mr. Tammany|fucking hall...
...you come down to the Points|once more...
...and you'll be dispatched by my|own hand!
Now get back to your|celebration...
...and let me eat in peace.
I paid you fair.
You son of a bitch!
And then it came...
...the first day of the draft.
They read out the draftees names|as if they were dead already.
The O'Conell Guard.
The Plug Uglies.
As for us.
The Forty Thieves.
The tribes were gathered.
The drums were beating.
The Dead Rabbits.
The American guard.
The Atlantic Guard.
The Bowery Boys.
Confederation of American Natives.
But all we could see...
...was the hand in front of us.
Whenever you like.
That I leave up to you.
Bricks, bats, axes, knives.
Terms are resolved.
Counsel is concluded.
To hell with your damned draft.
Get 'm boys.
Rip 'm apart.
Kill the rich bastards.
They're not getting my son!
Uptown town at the draft office...
...the cops broke a few skulls.
And everybody ran away.
But the word was spreading...
...in the dark.
Up on fifth avenue, the Schermerhorns|and their mob...
...breathed a little easy.
Just a brief blist of anger, over|Mr. Lincoln's draft.
Entirely justifiable in my view.
There are two sides to that|question.
Ther are several sides to that|question, Mr. Schermerhorn.
But only one right side.
As with any question, it|holds the abuse...
...of any executive power.
In any case, Mr. Greely...
...we can all be thankful, it|wasn't any worse.
It may be worse yet, sir.
I saw them. I don't know|what to think...
What is it you are so fond of|saying, Mr. Tweed?
Mr. Greely, you won't like this...
...but what is it?
I don't remember.
You can always hire one half| of the poor...
...to kill the other half.
I've come to say goodbye.
I've booked passage for|California.
Jenny, give me one more day and|I'll go with you.
You'll be dead by then.
What would you have me do?
I don't know.
This will all be finished|tomorrow.
No it won't.
This whole place is going to|burn anyway.
I've heard of the poor are going|from door to door...
...in the Five Points, asking those|supporters for further riots...
...to place a candle in the|window.
Irish, Poles, Germans.
Ah, Mr. Greely, the city is not mad...
...I prophesise a dark night.
Nobody goes to work today.
We're shutting the factories down!
When the sun rose next...
...the city had split in half.
From all over New York|they came...
...ironworkers, factory boys,|street cleaners!
Irish, Polish, German...
...anyone who never cared about|slavery in the Union.
Anyone who couldn't buy his way out.
Let the sons of the rich...
....go and die they cried.
Let the sons of the poor...
The earth was shaking now.
But I was about my father's business.
Oh, mighty Lord...
...you are the dagger in|my hand.
Guide my hand on this day of|vengeance.
We give thanks to the Lord....
...for He is good.
With you, the swift cannot flee.
Nor the strong escape.
Let my sword devour, till its thirst|is quenched with blood....
...and my enemy sleeps forever.
For you and the God of|retribution.
For the Lord crushes the wicked.
The Lord is merciful.
And his love endures forever.
Get the women upstairs!
From 18th precinct. The mob is|ransacking houses...
....in 27th street and 7th|avenue.
We have no force to send.
From 15th precinct.
All the stores are closing on|8th avenue.
From fear of the mob in 17th|street.
The rioters are attacking|coloured boarding houses...
...robbing them and setting them|on fire.
The mob have just broken open|a gun store...
...on 3rd avenue and are arming.
Marshall's office on 3rd avenue|is burning down.
The police is of no avail.
Show yourself, please!
Two coloured men brought in|almost dead.
There are 50 more outside.
They need help.
The blacks are being attacked|all over the city.
There's the 300 dollar man!
Did your daddy buy you out of|the army!
Can he buy me out of the|army too?
There is danger of mob|attacking armoury...
...corner 21st street, 2nd|avenue.
There's about 500 stand of arms|in it.
The line is dead. They're trying|to cut all the wires!
Riot at Pier 4, North River.
They have killed negros there.
A crowd is here and are going to|destroy the station.
Get her bag!
Get her bag!
From 18th precinct.
The mob have attacked the|armoury.
...on 2nd avenue an 21st street.
There is danger of fire in the|building.
All 300 police wounded or|unaccounted for.
Send 100 men to disperse mob....
Building corner 33rd street, 2nd|avenue...
...set on fire by the mob.
Barnum's American museum on|fire!
Animals are escaping.
Gunboat Liberty! An ironclad berth now|lying on the foot of Wall street.
They're ready to open fire on|the mob!
The mob are now going to 5th|avenue...
....to attack the Tribune office.
The mob is coming down to|station house.
We have no men!
From 16th. The seventh regiment|has arrived....
...on the foot of Canal street.
They're on their way to|Bog Wade.
The mob is about 4500 strong.
They are going to burn down|Harlem Bridge.
Harlem Bridge is to be torched!
The rats have taken over|the city!
From 21st. There's an attack on|the coloured people in 2nd avenue.
There's a mob headed for the|coloured orphan's asylum.
Send troops to protect the|children.
7th Avenue, 28th street. They|have just killed a negro.
There's a negro!
Sir, the major general wants to|know what to do....
...with the prisoners captured.
Prisoners? Don't take any.
The mob isn't taking any|prisoners!
Put the mob down!
Don't take a prisoner till|you've put the mob down!
Soldiers now on 38th street.
The mob will not disperse!
What are your orders?
What are your orders?
Here the come!
Let's stick together!
On your order, Vallon!
I order you to disperse.
Drive them into the square.
I die a true American.
...get our people down to|the docks.
I want every man and woman|coming off the boats...
...given hot soup and bread.
We're burying a lot of votes|here tonight.
In the end....
...they put candles on the|bodies...
...so their friends, if they|had any...
...could know them in the dark.
The city did this free|of charge.
Shang, Jimmy Spoils, Hellcat.|McGloin and more.
Friend or foe...
...it didn't make no difference|now.
It was four days and nights...
..before the worst of the mob|was finally put down.
We never knew how many New|Yorkers died...
...that week, before the city|was finally delivered.
My father told me we was all|born of blood and tribulation.
And so then too, was our|great city.
But for those of us who...
...lived and died in them|furious days...
...it was like everything we|knew...
...was mildly swept away.
And no matter what they did to|build this city up again...
...for the rest of time...
...would be like no one ever|knew we were here.
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