Copper (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 1 - Home, Sweet Home - full transcript

Mr. Morehouse.

Mrs. Haverford.

Tell me about Kevin Corcoran.

Is he prone to violence?

Police!

Yes, but he has

an inherent nobility
inside him.

- What's your name, darlin'?
- Annie.

I'll behave!
Please! No!

If anything happens
to Annie, I will cut you!

What if Corcoran comes back?



Then I will be by your side.

I hear you've been gallivanting

around the town
with Dr. Freeman.

My wife? Her brothers
were hung...

from that very lamppost.

She remembers the screams.

- Eva.
- Copper.

I'm not thinking courteous
thoughts right now.

There are rumors
about Johnny Reb

burning down the city.

But if Lincoln wins,
New York will burn.

You said it would just be
Barnum's and the docks

that would burn.

Remember me, Ellen?
Tell me the truth.



I did, Kevin. I shared
a bed with your Ellen.

Things, they spun
out of control.

I killed Grindle

and her sister ended up
the same way.

I must warn you...
even with treatment,

your wife's going to
suffer a great deal.

I killed my own daughter.
Our Maggie.

2x01
Home, Sweet Home

2x01
Home, Sweet Home

What's the matter?

You never seen anything bleed?

I have.

You live back there, the city?

Yeah.

Too bad.

It's a nasty place, altogether.

Aah! Aah!

Will you stop! Ah! Ahh!

Hold still, you stupid bitch!

You think you can steal
business from me, do ya?

Aaaah-aah! Aah-aah!

Aah! Aah! Ahhh! Ahh!

It was Buzzie Burke!
He did this!

Where's Eva?

Buzzie's got her.

Welcome to the party, boyos.

Come on, sweetie.

Let's see what kind of
pugilist you are, huh?

Ah! Ahh!

Aaah!

Oh!

Jesus.

Eva.

Eva.

Eva,

we need to get you stitched up.

Matthew!

Matthew.

I take my stitches,

I get cleaned up,
and then I go home...

come on.

If I have to walk. Hello.

That makes 67.

Nearly had to go
kill another cat

for more sutures.

Your husband is a comedian

as well as a Sawbone.

Stay still, Miss Heissen.

Does Buzzie Burke know
you brought Eva here?

No.

And he won't be finding out.

I'm going to Hunt down
that bastard.

Ahh!

Another
declined invitation.

This time, from the
Buffalo Morehouses.

Are you truly upset

by who's not coming
to our wedding?

I pray there's a steady
stream of declinations.

I know what it is.

It's having a catholic
stand up for you.

It's a scandal, Robert,

and I don't know
why you persist.

If not for a catholic,

that catholic,

I would not be here
to whisk you away

to wedded bliss.

Ahh.

The Irish race
did not hold a knife

to my throat.

Kevin Corcoran,

your so-called best man, did.

Ahh! Ahh!

Ahh!

Have some opium.

Ahh!

Ahhhh.

Ahh.

Yes!

Pardon me, Mrs. Haverford,

but your guests are here.

You scheduled
an evening recital.

Do give the ladies
my apologies, James,

but I'm suddenly feeling

terribly unwell.

But, please,

let the concert
continue as planned.

I tried to wait up for you.

You need to make sure you rest.

Please, I feel good,
these days.

How was work?

Quiet enough. Ahem.

Blood.

At least it's not mine.

Mrs. Maloney stuck her head in.

She said Buzzie Burke's

on a rampage.

That he is.

Do you remember what he did

to my cousin Michael?

Promise me you'll be careful.

I am.

I always am.

We'll get you cleaned up.

I'll make you some breakfast.

I'm sure I've got some rashers,

fresh from the butcher.

Fine.

You started to sort out
Maggie's things yet?

I'll get you a plate.

♪ death, with
his sickle, stands nigh ♪

♪ life's curtain soon
will be fallin' ♪

♪ listen,
the angels are callin' ♪

♪ mother, dear mother ♪

♪ goodbye

me father ran off to
catch a boat on his own,

the blackguard,

so me ma, meself,

and the left-alive twin,

we made out for Cobh.

The twin died a day out.

What age were ya?

Nine.

Christ.

When I was a kid,

my old man was a stevedore.

One day, he took me
to work with him.

A famine ship had come in,

after a bad 9-week crossin'.

Tare an'ouns.

He took me down the hold.

I could barely breathe
for the stink.

Black cloud of flies hovering.

Points to a pile
in the corner and says,

"that's what the English
have done to our people."

A heap o' Irish...

a heap o' Irish all
died on the passage.

Sitting in here,

facing what you're facing...

Christ! Hanging for not one,

but three, murders, ya...

Kevin know you're here?

Fair enough.

Tell Kevin Corcoran...
when he gets to hell,

I'll have the place
all sorted for him.

Mmm.

Oh, it's amazing,
how a good wholesome meal

will just lift your spirits

at the end of a bad night, hmm?

♪ And no one could save her ♪

♪ and that was the end of ♪

♪ sweet Molly Malone

everyone! Hmm?

Fair enough.

I'll go it alone.

♪ Cryin' cockles
and mussels, alive ♪

♪ alive, oh!

Mmm.

Now I'd like to stay and enjoy

your generous hospitality,
but, you see,

Buzzie's got

obligations to keep.

So enjoy your sleep.

And you,

not a peep.

Well,
let's have a hand

for Brigadier General
Brendan Donovan,

ward boss of the 6th

and a former member
of this very department.

Welcome home, sir.

Thank you, captain!

It's good,
it's good to be back.

I miss the old 6th.

Now, I know that might sound
a bit daft to some of ye.

I was so hungry for news
of the old 6th

that I even had my secretary

send the newspapers by parcel,

each and every day.

I read good news and bad.

I read of births and deaths

and all the rough and tumble
that life has to offer.

And, one night, I read this...

"the 6th ward is nothing more"

than a cesspool
of filth and vice

where the idea of honest labor

is as rare
as the sober immigrant.

You have officers lounging
in the doorways of brothels,

refusing to enforce

Sunday-closing laws;

Egging on fighters,
instead of interceding;

And, in essence,
aiding and abetting

in the full-on
spectacle that is

"Satan's circus."

Sounds like a grand old
time, all right.

Heh heh.

Now, I don't mind
a little honest graft,

a little clean vice,

but I want it contained
and controlled.

I want it behind closed doors.

Make no mistake...

our critics partake
in the same recreations,

but, to them, we're scum.

We're the enemy.

We're the barbarians

at the gates of Rome.

As for me? I see them

as what stands in the way
of our rising in society.

So...

We have to be smarter!

Sharper!

Better!

We have to work harder
to prove our worth.

You represent more
than just yourselves!

You represent

your family, your church,

your race, and, by God,
you represent this ward

and this department.

We cannot

abide chaos.

Otherwise,

we are nothing more than
what they say we are.

Our time has come.

We will not only run this city,

we will own every alleyway,

every street,

and every Avenue.

Now, you can be part of it,

or you can get the hell out.

The first order of business is

to capture the reprobate
Boris "Buzzie" Burke.

Now there's a nice bonus in it

for the man who does.

Go get the bastard.

Come on, lad.

Come on. Come on.

Up and at 'em.
You're all right.

You'll be all right
now. All right.

Go on, man. Go on.

Come on in.

Ah. Kevin Corcoran has sent

an armed policeman
to guard our door.

I'll be right outside, ma'am.

Everything is
going to be just fine.

I shall treat Dr. Hegel

and return immediately.

The horse is lame.

Can't you go another time?

Illness does not
follow my schedule.

Besides, you know how much
Dr. Hegel means to me.

I plan to jump on the train

and return before dinner.

It's going to be fine, Sara.

We're going to have fun,
just the two of us.

Go on, doctor, go.

You are certain?

Come on, the son
of a bitch comes

through the door, I'll
give him a third eye.

Where did you come by
such bravado?

Not the easy way, honey.

Gen Donovan.
I heard you were back.

How was your war?

Obviously not as bad as yours.

Well, if you're back
to settle up

with my old man... please, no!

I heard of norbert's situation

from the front.

Course, we had business
affairs together,

but that can all be
sorted, in time.

I had my accountants
pull all the records.

To be honest, the first thing

I wanted to do when I got home

was to shake the hand
of the man

who saved New York.

Please. I had a lot of help,

mostly from your boys
down in the 6th ward.

Good to hear. They're
a fine bunch of lads.

Did your contracting business

suffer in your absence?

I'm the kind of man
who likes to think

that everything suffers
in my absence.

Since you're home in time,

my wedding will not
have to be so afflicted.

So I've heard!

The wedding of the season.

It would be an honor
to have Tammany Hall

represented at the affair.

I never pegged you

for the marrying kind, major.

Even the sturdiest of bachelors

yearns for the solace
of a steady love.

Then it must be love.

I heard your bride-
to-be's dead husband

was mortgaged
up to his sideburns.

Mr. Morehouse.

These are all the
records we could find

regarding your dealings
with Norbert.

I'm always up for a good party.

Major.

I'm off to do
my rounds of the 6th.

Amazing!

And now a Tammany ape

added to my wedding list.

Eavesdropping is not
a charming quality

in a bride.

Keep this up, and I
will make you elope.

Oh, don't tempt me.

Mmm!

In all the excitement,
I nearly forgot...

great news.

What?

They captured
the traitor Kennedy

in Detroit.

Oh.

Great news, indeed.

What are you doing?

It's a lovely tune.

I told you not to touch

my daughter's things.

Doctor, your condition...

that's why I summoned you.

I'm leaving for the desert.

I know, as well as you,

dry air is my only hope.

So I will just

say it.

I want you to take
over my practice.

Doctor,

I no longer live
in Five Points.

Besides, I have
a wife to consider.

How is Sara, since
she lost the baby?

Frankly,

a lot stronger than I expected.

She learned,
by watching me work

all these years,

how common such
an occurrence can be.

I'm happy to hear she is well.

So, you will leave this ward

in the capable hands
of Dr. Grimes.

That insult
to the name "doctor"

won't touch a patient
darker than daylight!

And you know what that makes

the ones he refuses to treat?

Lucky!

Grimes has killed more
babies than King Herod.

This ward needs you.

You're not being fair.

This is Five Points.

Fairness is an unknown quality.

Well, I would say rare,

but not unknown.

But I cannot be its saviour,

any more than you could.

I did not train you to heal

so you might run off

and tend livestock
in the country.

You're over an hour late,

reporting back
to me, Detective.

Detective Corcoran
is a hunter of men.

That is an endeavor

to which no clock
should ever apply.

Corcoran,

have an oyster. Princess bays,

pulled fresh from the
harbor this afternoon.

No, thank you.

Mmm. Please, you
need your strength

for when you run down Burke.

Tell us,

how goes the search?

Frustratin'.

We've raided every
location tied to Burke,

even tore down the bandit
camp by the river.

No sign of him.

Maybe he had the good
sense to leave town.

Buzzie? No, don't count on it.

Keep turning over every stone.

He'll slither out, eventually.

Buzzie Burke
was my first collar.

Really?

What happened?

The desk sergeant laughed me
out of the precinct,

said, "this man is
untouchable,"

told me I was to apologize
to Mr. Burke.

And did you?

I had no call to.

Christ, Corcoran,

always with the righteousness.

Buzzie Burke made
himself very useful

to a lot of people,
for a long time.

So what happened?

He moved himself

from the asset side
of the ledger

to the liability side.

You care to share what
type of transgression

can turn a man from
king of the streets

to a hunted dog?

Corcoran!

Buzzie Burke started to believe

his own malarkey, Detective.

No, captain, thank you.

I have a firm rule...
one whiskey, always.

Clarity of mind.

Sorry, gentlemen. Informant
says Buzzie Burke's hiding out

- in a flophouse over on Baxter.
- All right, then, go. Good luck!

I do miss being
a copper, Sully.

Don't you?

Hmm.

Ah! Oh! Ah!

Andrew, I'll take the front.

- Get outta my way!
- Get 'im, boys!

Outside, Buzzie! Go! Now!

Take him down, boys!

Turn him over! Turn him over!

Christ! That ain't
Buzzie Burke.

Jesus, you're right,
that's bug-eye boyle.

Awfully sorry, missus.

Do you like country life?

I was raised on a plantation.

I was born into isolation.

Oh, God.

I can last about
an afternoon picnic

in the park,

then I start clamoring
for action, movement!

I've been a city girl
all my life.

Berlin, Hamburg,

New York, New Orleans,

London.

I was fond of the city,

'til the draft riots.

What they done
to my brothers...

I can't find the strength

to move past the memory.

I was in Five Points
for the riots.

Still,

I close my eyes
and all I see is

my brothers hanging from
that damn lamppost.

You have every right
to your rage.

Matthew says I can't let
the memories poison me.

They weren't his brothers

hanging from the lamppost.

No, they wasn't.

But he's right, you know.

Matthew is right
about many things,

but on this? I'm not so sure.

You do have a choice,

as hard as choosing to focus

on what's still to come may be.

What about you?

What about what this man,

Buzzie Burke, has done to you,

carving his initials
in your back?

How will you move past that?

First, with your help,

I will heal my flesh.

And then, I will have

this pretty little
artist boy that I know

come into the paradise

and paint a picture
of Buzzie Burke's face

on the bottom of the new privy

that I'm having built.

And, until I die, every day,

before I squat, I say,

"good morning, Buzzie.

How are you doing today?"

Don't shoot! It's Matthew!

Oh, shit.

Agh!

Hey, Dr. Freeman! Dr. Freeman!

It's okay. I'm right here.

Please don't tell Corcoran.

I was only taking a piss.

You were to protect
my wife and Eva.

Come on, doc,

at least be a good
nigger about it.

You have got to be kidding me.

Ah!

So here I is,

Buzzie Burke, in the flesh.

Sit! Ahh!

Close the door.

So I hear you'se
looking for me.

So I says to meself, "Buzzie",

why don't you save
that cute whore copper

the trouble?

Why don't you go down there,

"see what he wants
with Buzzie Burke."

Please, Kevin, please.

Silence, woman.

Don't you dare soil yourself.

Let's put that gun
down there, copper.

That's it.

Now, come on,

no copper worth his salt

only carries one shooter.

Let's see the other
barking iron

you've been carryin'.

See? There you have it.

Now, let her go.

Aah!

Ah!

Now, you and me,

we's gonna get real
intimate-like, hmm?

Come closer.

On your knees.

Buzzie.

Closer.

I want to smell that
pretty hair o' yours.

Mmm! Just like
the missus here, hmm?

Come on,

don't be shy.

I won't bite.

Not like that whore
friend of yours

who took me ear off.

You should've stayed out
of my little duet

with Eva Heissen,
you should've.

But you didn't, did ya?

You thought you were
some kind of hero.

Close your eyes.

Close 'em.

Aah! Aah!

Enjoy your new home, princess.

Mmm!

They tell me there's
a copper here.

I guess the poor, wee lad

wasn't cut out
for life in the tombs.

Every morning,

me Johnny, he says
to me, "mummy",

I love you bigger
than all Americay."

Corcoran, let's go.

It's all right, Mrs. McGrath.

We'll do everything we can

to locate John's killer

and find your other son.

Another Five Points guttersnipe

meets his maker prematurely?

Surprise, surprise.

It's tough...

one son dead,
the other missing.

I hope you don't consider that

a coincidence.

I like what
I've heard about you.

You went off to war and
fought like a spartan, but,

when ordered to, you came back

to the city and fired
upon your own

during the draft riots.

Can't say that's my
proudest achievement.

Yes, but,

you know what an oath means.

You know what chain-
of-command means.

Excuse me,
General Donovan, sir.

I don't mean to trouble you.

No trouble at all.

I was let go

when they closed
the Tannery on Mott

and, uh,

well, I'm ablebodied, uh...

see?

I'm not looking for a handout,

but I have nine
little ones, sir.

Can you swing a hammer?

Like a demon, sir.

Go down to the
buildings department.

Tell Walton that the
organization sent you.

Thank you, sir.

Hmm.

How's Miss Heissen?

She's as tough as
any master sergeant

I met in the army, general.

Please, call me "Donovan".

She stands to gain from
Buzzie Burke's demise.

How's that?

With Buzzie dead,

his whores and his
gaming operations

have to land somewhere.

Besides, I'd say she
paid for it in blood.

She could use it.

I hear they keep raiding
her uptown joint.

Ah, those boys in
the 16th are tough.

But, by taking in
Buzzie's business,

she would more than make up

for what she's losing uptown.

Mmm.

Only sayin', if I'd have
beat my brother dead,

I'd skip town, too.

Detective!

Would you please come up?

Do you have any news
of me boys?

Yeah. We looked into
your son's death.

Apparently,
your boys were famous

for knocking each other about.

And they were known
to the police.

Only one time!

That toothless bitch,
Mary Monahan, said they'd

broken in to her place,
but it wasn't me boys!

Jesus, let's not lie
to the cops now.

Oh, piss off, Mr. see-you-
once-in-a-decade himself.

How would you know?

Be surprised if you
remembered our names.

We think Michael beat
his brother to death

and ran off.

Are you mad, copper?

Sure, they fought,
like any boys their age,

but their love for one another
was fierce powerful

and wee Michael would
never leave me alone,

no matter what he done.

Mr. McGrath.

Detective.

She's out of her head.

So where have you been?

I was serving my new country

and she was furious with me

for volunteering.

She's always giving out about

why the hell an irishmen
would go to fight

to free the niggers, huh?

But I felt it was
my responsibility.

We're Americans now,
you understand?

Yes, we are,

despite all the bastards
telling us we're not.

What about your boys?

I may not have been around

as much as I wanted to,

but no father deserves
to lose a child.

I mean, my boys...

I loved them,
but they were wild,

brutal to one another.

Of course, a mother would
be blind to all that.

You know Irish mothers
and their sons, sir?

Are you a veteran, yourself?

I was with the 71st.

That's a grand outfit.

I was with the 69th.

Got some shrapnel
too close to my heart

for them to operate.

I guess I'll carry the pieces

to my grave, hmm?

There's no escaping
what the war's done.

Please, copper! Nothing but one

heartbreak after another,
since I got here.

But me sons, they're
me heart and soul.

That's John on the left,
Michael on the right.

Promise me you won't stop?

I already promised you.

Nothing's changed.

What news of
the traitor Kennedy?

Has he left Detroit?
Is he en route?

There is nothing,
as I have said.

Repeatedly.

There must be some word.

What is your fascination
with the traitor Kennedy?

How dare you question me.

Status quo.

Kennedy has not left
the Detroit jail.

Sara Freeman, madame.

Oh, Sara.

I almost forgot.

I was so pleased
when Dr. Freeman

told Robert that you'd agreed

to help me prepare
for my wedding.

This is madame gautier.

This is Sara Freeman.

Sara, this is where
you shall work.

It's so beautiful.

I am a widow, therefore white

shall not be
my color on the day.

I'm thinking peach,
green, blue...

something in pastel.

I cannot seem
to make up my mind.

Madame, I insist!

Pink, pink,

pink.

Sara, what do you think?

Come on.

I'm hiring you because
I trust your skills,

therefore I value your opinion.

With your skin tone,

I would choose the gold.

Marvelous.

Gold, it shall be.

Oh, God.

Ugh.

He's not the other McGrath boy.

Well, whoever he is,
there's a real

Five Points way to die...

in the gutter, with a wild dog

chewing the balls off ya.

I run a clean house.

You do right by me,
I do right by you.

There are no flim-flams here.

No mickeys will be slipped,

no customers robbed.

I expect good, honest whoring.

That's all.

Any questions?

Buzzie made us do asswork.

Are you gonna, too?

If you so choose,
but for a premium.

Now, go upstairs.

Richie will show you
your rooms.

Looks like Buzzie's demise

is going to be good
for business.

Kevin.

What brings you in
at this unusual hour?

Just wanted to check in on you,

grab a quick drink
to celebrate.

The end of Buzzie Burke?

That, and I'm on my way
to the courthouse

to watch Francis Maguire
get what's coming to him.

Come.

The weapon,

uh, the gun listed here...

the, uh,

lemat spring action revolver,

right here in black and white.

I know what's listed there.

You do?

The bullets matching
to the gun,

they're listed here as well.

Yes, your honor, they are,

however, that
evidence has, um...

well, that evidence
has gone missing,

apparently.

So you stand before me
with nothing

but your prim little moustache

and your impish demeanor?

According to the law...

You say "the law"?

This is a mockery of the law!

You and your cronies
want our streets

to be ruled by
the law of the jungle?

So be it.

And you, Mr. Maguire,

a copper,

sworn to uphold the law,

two of your victims were women.

What kind of man
victimizes women

in the most foul manner?

Why, someone who is
no man at all,

but an Irish beast.

I shall rue the act
of freeing you

for the remainder of my days.

Get him out of my sight!

Your honor.

Next!

Here's the next case,
your honor.

Congratulations.

The bill will come
due, Mr. Maguire.

Ah, grand old five
points.

Home, sweet bloody home.