01x02 - The Haversack

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I'm miss Phinney.

Poor thing was recently widowed...

Yes, Dr. Hale, I'm aware.

No need to be ashamed of your inexperience.

Emma: This is my family's hotel.

You are the one who doesn't belong.

Rent is payable upon your pledging the loyalty oath.

Ah, that's a pesky thing, isn't it?

This will not be tolerated. It was not a surgical procedure.

Your authorization was not required.

I got you something.

A bird.

For when you want to fly away.

I demand you get to all of these men.

We have started building coffins.

We got bodies. They got boxes.

You've no idea what you're signing up for, do you?

♪ ♪

Careful not to split the pine now.

[Hammer pounding in distance]

[Indistinct conversation]

Kendrick: Even Jesus had a weak spot for the ladies.

You heard of Mary Magdalene?

She wasn't no nun.

Hush now!

[Clears throat]

Uh, off to fetch the morning meals, miss.

Isabella, water closet?

Down the hall, miss Mary.

Pardon us, Mr. Green.

Excuse us, sir.

More men coming down every day.

We're gonna end this thing soon.

"Cowards do not count in battle.

They are there, but are not in it."

Euripides.

I never put much stock in the Greeks.

Let me guess. You're miffed with me.

I saw you yesterday with the federals, you and brother.

It saddens me to think that the men in this family...

That you would...

That we would what?

If we are not loyal to the confederacy, father, then we are traitors.

Is that not so?

I am loyal to the confederacy.

By doing business with the enemy?

We're not doing business with them...

And commiserating with these invaders?

We are putting them in boxes!

[Sighs]

I have every faith that, before long, these blue bastards will smell Southern powder and feel Southern steel.

In the meantime, I will not allow everything that I have built and everything your grandfather and his father built to be taken away, destroyed.

[Sighs]

You're young.

Absolute.

Someday, you'll see the world in more than two colors.

If that is your brand of loyalty, I have my own.

And I shall pursue it, no matter what you or mother say.

Jane: My goodness.

This rebelliousness, where does it come from?

I've been told it's in my blood.

You raised us to be charitable and to care for the less fortunate.

What better way to do that than by ministering to our wounded boys?

Your father and I will discuss it.

And today?

May I go today?

[Clears throat]

♪ ♪

Emma! Wait!

Are you off to the hospital?

They approved?

They accepted, for the time being.

Will you ask for tom again?

Alice... About Tom.

Please, ask again.

Oh. Wait.

I must have a red ribbon. I have white already.

It's weathered, but it'll do, and I need red, because red...

Red and white is what the girls have decided to wear as a secret sign of support for the rebellion.

How convenient.

It also goes with your favorite dress.

Well, I may have had some influence over the color choice.

Do you have any?

I sent Belinda to the store, but it was shuttered.

When I come back.

I must run before they change their mind.

[Clanging]

Give it back! Give what back?

What's the trouble here?

This reprobate stole my leg!

What would I want with a piece of rotten wood?

Use it for a club? Make a fire? Stick it in your feckin' eye?

Soldier, return his prosthesis.

But, miss, I...

Soldier!

That leg is army-issued, which means you are stealing from the United States government.

Stop your moaning, Beechum.

We all got our burdens to bear.

At least you got two legs to bear it on.

May I help you? Um, yes, miss, if you would.

Um, I'm, uh... My name is...

This is Mr. Percival Squivers, a volunteer cadet from the medical academy.

This is miss Phinney.

I'm meant to observe and offer what assistance I can. Thank you.

Gonna fix this place right up, ain't that so, Mr. Squivers?

I have two years as apprentice under Dr. Pelham of Fredericksburg and a year at the academy.

Oh, well, no need to impress me, Mr. Squivers.

It says here you already have the job.

Yes, of course. Thank you.

I'm told to report to, uh...

Dr. Hale?

Yes, precisely. Thank you.

Stop thanking me, Mr. Squivers.

Brannan: Miss Phinney! A moment, please.

Thank you, nurse Mary.

Matron Brannan, how can I help you?

What is corporal Kilner's status?

Been here three days, and we're short on beds.

Yes, I know. I...

You're to be the queen of all nurses, you'll need to keep up.

I'm waiting on Dr. Hale.

Dr. Hale? Is he not on the floor?

I don't know where to find him.

No, you wouldn't.

But alas, I would.

Dr. Hale!

Is he here?

Is he here?!

Miss Hastings!

Little miss hoity-toity.

Miss Hastings!

Anne: Yes, matron Brannan?

Do ask the good doctor if he might grace us with his presence in the ward.

The good what? Why would you presume to...

Ah, just because I'm an old widow don't mean I've got mush for brains.

[Laughing] Don't. Stop it.

Now.

Byron!

Go to work!

[Breathing heavily]

And remember, you treat that Sauerkraut with nothing but acerbity and disdain.

Miss Phinney? But why?

Go and do it.

[Groans]

Tell me how you came to be here.

Uh... Horses?

Yes.

N-n-n-n-nine.

M-m-m-mud on the r-r-r-r-road.

Smelling of b-b-b-b-bay... Ham.

B-b-b-b-bacon.

I-I'm sorry. I...

Rest now, corporal.

I'll be back to see you soon.

Um...

[Chuckles] Yes.

Uh, I'll just wait over here. Thank you.

Who's the beanpole?

Mr. Squivers, a medical cadet.

Hmm.

I had some reservations about Dr. Hale's assessment.

Did you?

I did.

Mm.

And I felt I could no longer wait...

How forward.

Is that how miss Dix instructs her nurses to behave?

I hope we have not gotten off on the wrong foot.

The corporal has a condition known as expressive aphemia.

I'm not familiar with that.

A fellow in France named Pierre Paul Broca has been studying brain function.

I worked with him before the w*r.

He's had a number of patients like this man, Kilner...

Skull wounds followed by aphemia...

Who turned out to have convolutions of the brain, requiring...

Requiring you to unhand my patient.

Dr. Hale.

Ah, nurse Mary, how do you do?

I mean, uh, most disappointed, baroness.

Most disappointed.

Pardon?

This man has a mild, superficial laceration.

His symptoms, such as they are, the chattery gobbledygook, et cetera, are manufactured.

A cowardly malingerer, he should be shipped back to the nearest b*ttlefield as soon as his ailment has healed if not before.

Before he is healed?

I believe he has a neurological deficit that may require trephination and draining.

[Laughs] Are you serious, man?

Do you think he also has evil spirits that need to be released?

Surely, you are aware of the...

Oh, I'm aware.

I am also aware of unicorns and mermaids.

But I'm beginning to wonder, Dr. foster, if you are the one with the deficit.

Uh, are you aware of his breath?

Whiskey.

Excuse us.

And, miss Phinney, many of the men have not been fed since yesterday.

We need to see to that.

Yes, doctor.

The French have determined...

Oh, we look to the French now, do we?

They eat frogs, you know.

Uh, so do we, I believe.

Miss Phinney! Here we go.

Where is that, exactly?

To your meeting.

My what, sir?

Oh, yes, I've been directed to arrange one by your good friend, the dragon, miss Dix.

A meeting? Not surprising, knowing miss Dix's fondness for hot air and hierarchy.

She is the wife no man ever wanted.

Dr. Foster: You need to acquaint yourself with current theories of...

I am well-acquainted, but I see no reason to put a hole in that man's head when what he needs is a kick in the ass back to the nearest b*ttlefield.

Then allow me to do the procedure.

I will not.

You are not authorized to do a trephination.

Not on him, and not on a coconut.

Look, don't we want the same thing, hmm?

What's best for the patient?

Speak to me not in riddles, man.

Leave him be.

You should not have intervened in the first place.

Ladies, it is my intention to bring all of our needs and goals together and give voice to the nursing staff as a group.

Anne: Have you nursed before?

Aside from a few screeching nephews and your dead husband?

I have no claim to expertise.

But I have been charged with overseeing the nursing in this hospital, and I am eager and capable to do that.

Making sure that we do the best job possible together to provide the finest treatment for the boys.

Yes, but why you?

I petitioned miss Dix for placement. She sent me here.

Anyone else who would like to go to her to become an official army nurse is also free to do so.

Uh...

Miss Green?

This is the nurses' meeting?

Union nurses, miss.

The confederate boys are patients.

I'm their nurse.

Please. Proceed.

I intend to address a wide array of matters...

Diet, letter writing, attending to the doctors as they need help.

I would ask that you, miss Hastings, be charged with training us all in wound dressing as you are so clearly expert at it.

I have a question, miss Phinney.

Will you see to it that the confederate boys are treated fairly and equally?

Dr. Summers: [Clears throat]

Pardon me, Your Eminence. I see you've got this under control.

Miss Green, you are a volunteer, allowed to be here only by the good graces of the United States...

That's all right, matron.

As long as they are here, we will do our best for them.

But I will not lie to you.

Never at the expense of a union soldier.

Hmmph!

That is cold comfort, miss.

It is, isn't it? Quite cold.

♪ ♪

What a disaster.

Bah, they'll get used to having someone above them...

Someday. After the w*r is over.

Ah, nurse Mary, you are found.

Did you meet with Dr. Hale?

He said to stick by your side.

Bully for me.

Matron, I noted, as did Dr. Foster in his inimitably collegial way, that the morning meals were late and sparse.

Were they now?

I wonder if it would not be too forward of me to offer my perspective on the dietary need.

The steward, Mr. Bullen, does as he deems fit, given the challenges and supplies at hand.

I understand.

You've got God and miss Dix on your side, dear.

Do as you deem fit.

You don't want to see Mr. Bullen, miss.

Yes, I do.

No. No, you don't.

I'm quite certain I do.

Here we go to see Mr. Bullen.

Come, Squivers.

Come.

Oh, you scared me, Mr. Bullen.

Silas.

Silas is fine.

We're friends now, ain't we?

That's what you want us to be, friends?

I want your help, yes.

Seeing as you know how things work, well, how property move from place to place.

You know, I...

I got this.

And a little money, too, so I could pay you.

It a bird.

Pretty, ain't it?

For your missus, maybe?

I got no missus.

I haven't gotten any information for you yet, since the last time you asked me, but I will, soon.

I'd be obliged for anything.

Well, even if I could just get some word.

A girl like you in a town like this.

I want to help you.

I do.

You need a friend to help you, protect you.

I reckon I do.

And a man like me...

Well...

Any man gets lonely.

Nothing wrong with two people helping each other, ain't that right?

Long as it stays between us.

Please.

We shouldn't.

It wrong, sir.

You want my friendship, don't you?

[Whimpers]

That death house is no place for an innocent girl.

Death house? It's the mansion house hotel.

Not anymore, it isn't.

The physicians there look upon nurses as their natural prey.

Patients are exposed from... from head to toe.

The more time our Emma spends there, the less innocence there will be to preserve.

How many compromises must we make?

I am the one making the most. Trust me on that.

Every day, I make compromises with myself.

[Sighs]

It won't last.

These Yankee warmongers will soon realize you cannot start a w*r to save a union.

And until then, you will do what?

Just dance around their loyalty oath?

Eventually, you will have to sign, or we will have to flee.

It won't come to that.

I promise.

James.

We can bear whatever we have to, but what about our children?

Are you sure, Tom?

No visitors at all?

Not even Alice?

You tell her I'm here?

No, no. I told you, I wouldn't.

I'm sorry.

It's only that, right now, like this, she'll think me weak for having been captured or, worse even... A coward, shirking my duty.

She won't think that. No one will.

You don't know. You can't know.

I looked into the eyes of a boy I would have shared bark juice with last year.

And instead, I...

sh*t him...

Through the skull.

Henry: Miss Green?

Tom.

I was wondering how your appetite was progressing.

He's well, chaplain.

Oh. I was under the impression...

Now I am here.

Tom will be my responsibility.

I'm sure you have union men to care for.

The lord does not recognize uniforms, miss.

God be with you, Tom.

Don't trust them.

Not even holy Joe.

I heard a Yankee boy had his mother's heirloom cabbaged right out of his boot where he'd hid it.

Here.

Keep it for me.

You have to.

Let me talk to the matron. I'll ask her to make sure...

No, she'll lie.

They all lie.

It's got all my trappings inside...

Letters, a tintype from Alice, my father's pipe.

You remember papa?

He was a fine man, your father.

Please, Ems, hold it for me...

Till I'm better.

Miss?

Are you Mr. Bullen?

Abel Melcher, the bean boiler.

Miss Phinney is a new lady nurse sent from the army.

She hasn't eaten since yesterday. Well, we were hop...

Missed her gruel?

We'll get something to you, miss, as soon as we can.

You are Mr. Bullen?

Yes, m'lady.

I wish to address both you and Mr. Melcher on a matter.

Address us?

Wounded soldiers should not be kept waiting for their sustenance.

It's commonly accepted that nutrition is vital...

[Spits]

Pardon me.

Bad taste in my mouth.

Is vital for convalescing men.

And what do you think is vital for, uh...

Interfering strumpets?

I would ask that you attend to your words, Mr. Bullen.

My words is my words, and this is my kitchen.

And those men upstairs are my patients.

Our patients, truly.

Then get to them, then!

You know the way up.

Where did all this come from?

You got no business here, miss Phinney.

Don't come down again.

I insist you answer!

Go on now, you damn bitch!

Please!

Dirty whore!

Nurse Mary, please...

You have no right, sir!

Hey, boss. All right. Boss, that's enough.

Easy, easy now.

It ain't worth all this.

Miss, you'll wait till dinner.

Next time, don't be late.

Boy, you get the patient grub when you get it.

Now, take this fine lady back up to the wards where she belongs.

[Breathing shakily]

Um, miss, are you all right?

I will fetch you something from... somewhere.

Not down there.

Here.

You are very generous.

You rest.

I'll check on you in a bit.

[Groaning]

Orderly?

Nurse?

Yes, soldier?

Two days. Haven't ate in two days. Please. Just bring some food.

♪ ♪

[Sighs]

You ain't wearing the necklace.

It too pretty for every day.

[Chuckles]

You got troubles, don't you?

Aw, same as anyone, I guess.

There's a man named Miller I know, free man from Brooklyn.

He's working to help runaways.

I'm free already.

Don't need nothing but work hard, keep my eyes down.

Hey... If you ever did need something, well, here I be.

Now, we all could use a hand now and again.

"We"? Who "we"?

You from some fancy house in Philadelphia?

You in school, dressed in fine clothes, never b*at, ever sold?

Ain't that right, Mr. Diggs?

Now, where I come from... seen things, heard things, done some things.

Ain't no "we," thank you.

And I don't need nothing.

Not from a man named Miller and not from you.

[Indistinct conversations]

♪ ♪

Home so soon?

We're having a sewing circle.

Care to join us?

I just had to fetch something.

I must get back to the ward.

Emma?

You know, a parent can feel proud and angry at a child for the very same reason.

It's true.

Someday you'll have children, and you'll see.

Jimmy: The peninsula will be the end of it, father.

Those yellow dogs will never get to Richmond.

Where's your cane?

I was waiting for you to notice.

See how much better my walk is?

You should use a cane.

Ex-excuse me, sir.

This... this is Ben Cooper, my nephew.

He got something he wants to say.

Ever since I come up here, I-I feel like a new man.

Now I got you and my uncle to thank for that.

You do a good job, boy, work hard.

That's how you're gonna earn the freedom this w*r's gonna get you.

Yes, sir.

We'll get back at it now.

Excuse me, sir.

Why say that to him?

After this w*r is done, sl*very will remain.

Isn't that the whole point?

For cotton farmers and plantation owners, perhaps, but for us?

Furniture makers? Businessmen?

We don't need it, Jimmy.

It's time we reckon with that.

Mr. Green! Yanks coming up the road.

Where... Where is it?

Tom! Tom!

Where is it?

You stole my father's watch, you blue devils!

Where is it?

Easy, Tom!

No one has taken anything from you!

You lying scoundrels, all of you!

Aah!

Leave him. You're making it worse.

I may need a doctor myself.

Tom, Tom, Tom! Tom!

Tom, your things are safe.

The watch is at my house, in my room.

Now, be peaceful.

This man is disturbed.

He needs to be under constant observation.

You're agitating him. He's calm now.

Miss, you need to understand.

Your friend is a danger to himself and to others.

Truly, he is not!

[Clattering]

[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

He is coming for us all!

No stopping him!

And more right behind!

I have seen the elephant!

[Breathing heavily]

Better, miss?

Stifling in here. Quite.

What do they say at the academy about ward ventilation?

Uh... Ward ventilation?

They say it's important, I bet.

Uncirculated air, effluvia...

They can deepen illness, maybe even spread it.

But somebody sealed these windows shut.

What we need is a constant supply of fresh air.

Let me try getting some of these unsealed.

Dr. Berenson of Philadelphia was a very good teacher.

And a good man.

[Kilner shouting]

Dr. Foster: Miss Phinney, come along!

Should I find Dr. Hale?

Come!

It's corporal Kilner.

Oh, dear.

Red u-u-under... Under way.

Come! Remember! Remember!

Ran away from subscriber on the night of Monday, the 12th, March.

n*gro male named Ben Cooper, 30 years of age, 5'7" high, of dark color, heavy in the chest.

And upon his body, several lashes, both old and new of the whip.

One straight down the back.

$150.

Prices running low down south?

I've been dispatched from my employer to retrieve this man.

He was accused of stealing property.

By which you mean stealing himself.

And his clothes, his shoes.

May have took a saddle, too.

Gentlemen, you have no authority to assist the return of this man.

He is free in Alexandria.

Well, he ain't in Carolina.

We're not in Carolina.

Mr. Green, we'll handle our business.

You handle yours.

[Clears throat]

Make sure there's no such man on the floor.

Go now, be certain.

Most of my employees are freeborn.

As for the contraband, we're very careful about who we hire.

We'll see for ourselves.

As soon as my son returns.

Now.

♪ ♪

Hey! Hey!

[Grunts]

I was freed in Tennessee!

I got papers, I swear!

It ain't him.

I told you, he's not here.

Get moving!

That boy's somewhere in this n*gg*r-loving town.

[Panting]

Lionel took the boy home.

Ben says he did nothing wrong, claims he's the same as any other contraband.

Indeed, he is, in that he's meant to be free.

Um, so, uh, you're going to do what?

Bore a small hole in his skull to help relieve the pressure.

Yes, I know what trephination is, but, um, um, what?

Hold this.

A bit more ether.

We don't want him waking up in the middle.

How's that?

Good enough.

All right, Squivers, I'm going to put the tip here on his head.

[Body thuds]

Cadet down!

Move him away.

Oh, dear. Isabella, tend to him.

That's what you get these days from a higher education.

Shall I find a doctor to assist?

You do it.

Ask yourself, "what would Dix do?"

If Dr. Hale finds out...

I'm almost done with this place. No need to worry for me.

I was thinking of myself, actually.

Well, this boy has no time to wait.

Hold his head.

[Sighs]

Are you trembling?

I've missed my medicine today.

I'll be all right.

Be prepared. This may bleed a bit.

Yes. I expect so.

[Grunting]

Dr. Hale: His conduct impinges on the functioning of this hospital.

The situation is intolerable.

Foster is an excellent doctor.

Attila was an excellent general.

Not your sort of fellow. Noted. Carry on, Samuel.

Can't shave when you talk, sir.

I have not worked all of these years to be disrespected by a civilian doctor. Hale.

Hale, can you not see that I am under the Kn*fe?

You have your way, Hale. He has his.

You are an efficient and pragmatic surgeon.

He is of a more experimental inclination.

There's room for both your methods here.

What about this nursing conflagration?

Miss Phinney is fine.

She's... well, she's lovely, in fact.

But if you allow her to have authority, miss Hastings is apt to m*rder her or you or me or all of us.

My advice would be to leave the women to work it out amongst themselves.

Dr. Sam, resume the procedure.

Yes, sir.

I must report a grievous atrocity!

They're going to do what?

A trephination, sir.

Uh-huh. You see what I mean? The French put it in his head.

Nothing but trouble, the damn French.

Dr. Summers.

He k*lled him.

It should only take a moment.

♪ ♪

What the hell's going on, Foster?

I will tell you presently.

Can you hear me, corporal?

Doc?

Where are you, son?

Hospital.

In answer to your question, major, we have just saved this man's life.

Part of my job description.

Is Dr. Hale's somehow different?

We'll get them to leave Ben alone.

And after that, we must get them to leave us alone.

Harkins: You are in no position to demand anything, sir.

When I was in Indian territory, we sh*t runaway redskins on sight.

Alexandria is not Indian territory.

No, and here in union-occupied territory, it is my business, not yours, whether to help recapture escaped slaves.

It's mine, too, when it impinges on...

How do I put it... My business.

You're a southerner.

I should think you would sympathize with our efforts to maintain relations with our confederate brethren.

You may want to start by refraining from slaughtering them.

Sir, negroes are free in Alexandria.

Your law, not ours, but I abide by it willingly.

Transitions can be difficult.

Growing pains and all that.

Even so, we have a deal, Captain.

It should exempt me and my employees from arbitrary harassment.

[Blows]

You think w*r is a game you can play at?

It is not, sir.

Nothing can be dependent on, including your attempt to carve out a special place for yourself here.

So, the greater question you must ask yourself is this...

Which side are you on?

Because very soon, sir, you will have to choose.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Trying to improve the ventilation in the ward, miss Hastings.

On whose authority?

Oh!

[Sighs]

I saw a light, maybe it was a tunnel, and, uh, uh, there was a figure there...

Beseeching me.

It was probably Dr. Foster begging you to go away.

It was, uh... so haunting.

You're fine now, Mr. Squivers. You'll be fine.

Presumptuous, officious, manipulative.

May I help you?

You are not only pompous, but now you are aiding that renegade doctor in usurping Dr. Hale's authority as chief operating surgeon.

That was not by design. I know what you're up to.

I was raised on the streets of east London.

You can't hoodwink a hoodwinker.

Sorry?

You come here with your Yankee charms and your abolitionist seductions.

This will not stand.

Miss Hastings, I assure you, I respect and admire your experience.

My experience?

And I look forward to learning from your many years of...

I am not old, madam!

I only mean, I want what's best for the boys, as do you, as you did in the Crimea with miss Nightingale.

You have a silvery tongue, baroness Von Olnhausen.

But Dix or no Dix, I am the senior nurse in this hospital, and I'll not be done in by some Dutch widow with a twinkle in her eye.

Miss Hastings?

Please. May I call you Anne?

I understand.

This has been your roost to rule until now, and I have interfered with that.

That was not my intention.

And if, as I suspect, your temper is because you feel your identity as a nurse is all you have in this life, well, so do I.

We are the same in that way.

We are women in a man's world.

Let us not make enemies of each other.

♪ ♪

[Sighs]

[Sniffles]

What a heroic maneuver today.

Oh. Thank you, miss Hastings.

Are you in pain? Here, allow me.

You're so devoted to the men, so committed to taking care of them, but who takes care of you?

Well, my wife makes a go of it.

Of course. Of course, she does.

Dr. Foster?

Dr. Summers would see you now.

"Flouted procedure, et cetera.

Engaged in unauthorized and inappropriate procedure.

Refused to perform others in keeping with regulation."

Naughty, naughty surgeon.

You have not been playing well with some of your commissioned colleagues.

Dr. Hale has a way of bringing out the best in me.

He's prepared to submit this to the surgeon general.

My contract's finished next week, sir.

If you'll allow me to complete my term...

I will not.

I want more.

I want you to stay beyond it.

Uncivilized environment, hopeless wounds, incompetent support, an excess of work, paltry compensation.

We offer every enticement.

[Chuckles]

But an unparalleled medical opportunity.

I won't deny that part of me wants to stay on.

There's work to do here, work that matters.

But Hale's right.

Eh. I-I'm not m*llitary material.

I bristle at the restrictions, the hierarchy, the regulations.

Oh, good.

I'm sick of parrots and lemmings, so is surgeon general Hammond.

That's why he's instituted a more stringent medical exam.

Take the test, continue on as a full-fledged m*llitary doctor.

But there are other factors, sir.

My wife, Eliza...

Oh. There's always a wife.

I promised her we'd go out west.

She's got family near Redwood City.

Is that what you want, curing rich people's runny noses in California?

I don't believe I can persuade her to stay in Alexandria.

That's not what I asked.

Well, think on it.

How's that brother of yours?

Evan, was it?

Ezra.

Mm. Furloughed, or is he in it now?

In it, fighting on the peninsula.

Godspeed to him.

Oh! Miss Green, I'm sorry, I didn't...

Be more observant. I will.

I will be extremely observant of you in the future.

I hope you find the accommodations suitable.

They're more suitable every day.

The opposite is true for me.

Ah, well, you must let me know how I might be of service.

Uh, you're gonna pull that right out of your head.

[Chuckles] Have you no ribbon?

I could perhaps find you some in town.

I have some still.

You have not impoverished us quite yet.

Red would be fetching.

[Thud]

I'm sorry if I made you mad.

Best to keep to myself.

Ain't nothing against you.

I don't know much, but I do know what hurt looks like.

And one thing about hurting is, it's best not to do it alone.

No.

Oh, here, here.

Don't!

You can't.

Sammy, get back out there, boy.

Work to be done.

♪ ♪

Tom: "Dearest Alice, this is the seventh letter I've written to you but all remain unsent.

No mail goes out, nor comes in now.

This distance makes my heart ache.

Until I came to the peninsula, I did not know fear, and w*r was but an idea.

But now, it is both fearful and real, and like nothing you could ever imagine or should."

[Voice breaking] Why do you have his things?

He's dead, isn't he?

My Tom is dead.

That chicken guts is right about one thing.

We need to worry about ourselves now.

Sad when conscience becomes a luxury we can no longer afford.

[Indistinct talking]

Back down where you came from.

Please, sir. My wife and young'uns are just across town, waiting for me to come home.

[Grunts]

Hurry. Come on. Move it.

Go on.

This is not our battle.

♪ ♪

Dr. Foster's probably got caught up at the hospital.

He'll come, Jenny.

He'll come.

Did you forget or simply choose a higher priority?

I am sorry, Eliza.

Every time I think I can leave, something prevents me.

You promised. We need to plan our travel.

Yes, yes, but there is something else to discuss.

Dr. Summers... He has asked me to stay on.

And my experiments, I-I feel optimistic.

I may be discovering things which could help people.

We all have a purpose.

Maybe mine was to be here, saving lives.

Pardon me.

I have been patient, Jed.

I have waited, made sacrifices, all based on our agreement.

You can't betray that now.

Not if this marriage is truly the partnership you have promised me.

These are turbulent times, Eliza.

We need to be open to change.

I am not open to it! I repudiate it!

Stop that now, miss Phinney.

I found a place for you in one of the upstairs rooms.

It's reserved for visiting families of patients, but it's free.

You've earned a decent night's rest.

So as your wife, I am telling you, you must choose, what is more important...

This marriage or this w*r?

If I don't have an answer by the morning, I will leave without you.

He's a menace.

She's a tyrant.

He has no sense of humility.

She has eyes that look right through you, like a shark.

What a pair they are.

If we don't do something, they will ruin this w*r for us.

♪ ♪

Alice: Oh, I'm so happy.

Tom is home.

But, Alice, he's injured.

He's struggling to recover, so we mustn't expect too much.

When can I see him? We must make our plans.

What plans?

Wedding plans.

Oh, you mustn't tell. It's our deep, dark secret.

Before tom went off to the peninsula, we swore our everlasting devotion and promised to be married.

Married?

Oh, tell me you're happy for me, sister.

You are, aren't you?

[Sighs]

[Knock on door]

Ah, forgive me, miss Phinney.

The McCutchens have journeyed all the way from Maine to see their boy, Teddy.

They've not had a bed for three days.

[Sighs]

♪ ♪

[Man coughing in distance]

Squivers: Did you get something to eat?

Yes, I did.

I'm sorry.

I failed you.

Sweet dreams, Mr. Squivers.

Thank you, nurse Mary.

[Blows]

Man: Back to work, boys! Six more to go!

[Hammer pounding]

[Sighs]

Welcome to the army, Captain Foster.

Who doesn't love a man in uniform?

I see the way you look at him.

[Gasps] Frank!

Union soldier: Sign it or we will remove you from your house.

Don't you wanna be free? You gotta take it.

He's changed, Alice. He's different!

You don't belong here.

Ez!

Jed.

Save your brother's leg, you owe him that much.

♪ ♪