:18:00
And those of us trying
to be thieves....
:18:02
...we couldn't help but
admire him.
:18:05
Mr. Cutting. Gentlemen.
:18:06
Thank you for coming.
It's an honour.
:18:08
Mr. Tweed?
:18:12
Sir! Please! Excuse me?
:18:14
I think your're frightening
them.
:18:16
So?
:18:17
Don't mind him, he used to
be an Irishman.
:18:22
The Five Points!
:18:24
Murderer's Alley. Brickbat Mansion.
:18:27
The Gates of hell!
:18:29
In this wild place....
:18:31
Look upon the face of this
poor child.
:18:35
She lives in squalor, in this
godforsaken den of vice and
misery behind me.
:18:42
Every year the Reformers came.
:18:44
Every year the Points got
worse.
:18:48
As if it liked being dirty.
:18:51
Where am I going to go?
:18:52
Move.
:18:53
The Reverend wants you out
of here.
:19:08
You may or not know Bill, that every
day I go down to the waterfront...
:19:11
...with hot soup for the Irish
as they come on shore.
:19:14
As part of building a political
base.
:19:16
I've noticed you there.
:19:18
You may have noticed me?
:19:19
Indeed I have!
:19:20
Throwing torrents of favours and
withering abuse on every person who
step off those boats.
:19:24
If only I had the guns Mr. Tweed...
:19:26
...I'd shoot each and everyone of them,
before they set foot on American soil.
:19:55
Mulbeery street and Worth. Cross.
Orange and Littlewater.