Gangs of New York

Give me back my medal.
Make it quick.
We'll come back when you're
ready for us.

I don't know which one's

The past is the torch that
lights our way.

Where our fathers have shown
us the path.

We shall follow.
Suppose I help myself to

Our faith is the weapon most
feared by our enemies...

Suppose you do.
...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...

:49:38 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.

Shall I walk with you a
little, then?

300 Dollars?
Otherwise you have to serve!
Who the hell's got 300 dollars?
You have to serve, sir!
You tell me!
What do you suppose a fellow
can earn up here in a day?

I was born here, sir. You
immigrated here!

Maybe we can pile in together?
Sweet jezus. War does terrible
things to men.

I think you're a bit rough for
this game.

Get back up town, where you

Besides, I work alone.
300 dollars. It's another rich
man's war!

What do you core to
the Butcher?

Sir, I request an audience
with this man.

The Butcher and me have a
special arrangement.

Don't they speak English in
New York anymore!

Don't understand.
You do speak English!
I wonder if miss Everdeane can angle
her rifle in another direction?

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.
I wonder Mr. Vallon, if you understand
the value of this sort of publicity?

Searching the horizon for a
glimpse of land and salvation.

The Archbishop himself, shoulder to shoulder
with half the Irish in the Five Points.

A glimpse of America.
Seeing all this poverty must be
most unsettling, Mrs. Schermerhorn?