01x02 - Post-mortem

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[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

[DISTORTED] I have no fortune,

but I'm spilling over with affection.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

[DISTORTED LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

[GRUNTS]

[LAUGHING]

You're a failure. You're a failure.

[GRUNTS, SCREAMS]

[GROANS, GASPS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

[STANTON] Any word from Maryland?

[ECKERT] Nothing's come over the wires.

Well, what have we got?

We've questioned the cast of
Our American Cousin,

the entire staff at Ford's
Theatre, and the Seward household,

but no leads as to
where he might be hiding.

[GROANS] Someone somewhere
knows where he is.

[EDDIE JR.] Uh, sir.

We have a witness who
rented Booth a horse.

- The one with the star on his face.
- Yeah, bring him in.

Uh. Father, we think it'd
be good if you had a guard.

[STANTON] Is that right?

I'll take care of myself.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Listen up! Listen up!
On Stanton's orders,

the murderers of the president
are to be apprehended immediately.

Book a security meeting with the
mayor. Patrol the trains and docks.

And everyone, are you listening?
Everyone, gather intel on Booth.

Whatever the creep was
up to before April 14th,

if you hear something, say something.

Lieutenant Baker, let's
talk before I leave for D.C.

Detective Baker, how can I help? [SIGHS]

Sticking me with your
paperwork again? [CHUCKLES]

Well, I am in charge

of hiring the lead investigators
who are hunting Booth.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

And you, dear cousin, are my eyes
and ears inside the 16th Cavalry.

So, wait... [STAMMERS] ...
I'm the cavalry tattletale?

I'm saying there's
reward money on the table,

and I doubt I'll qualify since
I'm the one doing the hiring.

So, I put you on the hunt, and we
keep the winnings in the family.

- Are you in?
- Already spending the reward.

Actually, it was two horses.

You're saying Booth
had someone with him?

That's right, sir. David Herold.

He rents horses from
me when he goes hunting.

- This time, they didn't bring 'em back.
- [GRUNTS]

- [ECKERT] Sir?
- Yeah?

The Court needs Johnson sworn
in immediately at the Kirkwood.

Yeah, all right. I
appreciate you coming in.

My son here will take
a statement from you.

Oh, Father.

Remember you're meeting
Ellen at the cemetery.

Tell her I'm sorry.

Sir? Sir.

The thing is, Johnson,
he's not responding.

[SIGHS]

Sir?

What? What is it?

I think I know who may
have conspired with Booth.

Who?

It's my landlady.

My story is the truth.

Actors on the road need cooking
utensils. I lent some to Booth.

[KNOCKING]

The authorities?

Answer it. [SIGHS]

[DOOR OPENS]

[PANTING] I didn't
know where else to go.

No vacancies. Be gone, vagrant.

[GASPS]

[SIGHS] Dropped my hat, ma'am.

Uh, if Mrs. Surratt's
in trouble... [STAMMERS]

... I'll come back later.

We're with the w*r Department.

Who are you?

Uh, she hired me to,
uh... uh, dig a gutter.

Before God, I don't know this
man. Never seen him in my life.

That's, uh, not mud on your coat.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[ECKERT, POWELL GRUNTING]

- Mrs. Surratt, hold it right there.
- [GASPS]

[GRUNTING, BREATHING HEAVILY]

Father, hear our prayers.
Have mercy on their souls.

Open their hearts.
Warm us with your light.

Father, hear our prayers.
Have mercy on their souls.

- Open our hearts...
- Now look at that. [BREATHING HEAVILY]

You did dig a hole together.

- God, hear our prayers.
- [ECKERT GROANS]

Have mercy on their souls.

Your father would be here...

if he could.

He's busy saving the Republic again.

When he's done...

he'll come home to us.

- [SNORING]
- [KNOCKING]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

[SNORING CONTINUES]

- [KNOCKING]
- [SNORES, GROANS]

[GROANS]

You need to get up.

Yeah. [GRUNTING]

I know everyone wants to
get this show on the road.

Except for you, Edwin.

Here. [GROANS]

What's this?

In case you're wondering why Booth

called on me before the assassination,

I don't know.

He, um, call on you before?

Never.

Is he in custody?

We have a suspect.

He, uh, laid in wait here for you.

Says he was part of the plot.

[JOHNSON] Oh.

I wonder why he, uh, spared me.

I don't know.

You tell me.

He supposedly lost his
nerve after a-a few drinks.

Oh.

[LAUGHS]

So, the bottle that ruined my reputation

may have saved my life.

[LAUGHS]

So, how's this going to work?

Well, the economy is my
priority, not n*gro rights.

And I won't waste the currency

of my bipartisan popularity
on your moral crusade.

Where's Booth?

We think he went south.

Well, if he went south,

let the local authorities
handle your hunt.

The local authorities in
the South are Confederates.

Well, at least you look the part.

I apprenticed as a tailor.

Get someone to clean up
my room for the ceremony.

You know, you could be the first
man to call me Mr. President.

Touch a Bible first, Andy.

How soon till we get
to Richmond? [GROANS]

- A few days at best.
- [BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Horses need to graze.

Uh, city horses move better
if they get oats or hay, Davey.

Yeah, well, Mudd's short on supplies.

And he doesn't wanna be seen going to

the store more than usual. All right?

You, uh... Well, you
should probably shave.

You want me to shave my 'stache?
You out of your g*dd*mn mind?

It's my signature look.

You can grow it back in
the fresh air, Johnny.

- What? You want to keep it in jail?
- If you ever speak...

You make yourself useful.
You get out of my sight.

You don't get back here without
whiskey and horse feed. You understand?

[SCOFFS]

My face is out there, Davey, not yours.

Just...

be my hero.

Please.

[VISITOR] I'm looking for David Herold.

That's me. How may I help you?

Your talents interest us.

What do you mean?

A friend went to school with you.

We hear you know Maryland's
woods like the back of your hand.

We also hear you're generous
with pain relief to our side.

I didn't catch your name.

John Jr. Surratt.

As in Surrattsville?

Named after my father before
he drank himself to death.

My mother made him his last drink.

Anyway, David, I'd like to
introduce you to a friend.

Must be meant to be,
because he's on your wall.

[CHUCKLES]

John Wilkes Booth? He's your friend?

Mmm.

I want him to be your friend too.

I, Andrew Johnson...

[JUDGE] Do solemnly swear...

Do solemnly swear...

To faithfully execute the office of
the president of the United States.

Thank you for coming.

[JUDGE] And will, to
the best of my ability...

[JOHNSON] And will, to
the best of my ability...

- I didn't forget.
- [JUDGE] Preserve, protect and defend...

- I understand.
- [JOHNSON] Preserve, protect and defend...

You've never missed his birthday before.

[JUDGE] The Constitution
of the United States.

I miss him too.

[JOHNSON] The Constitution
of the United States.

- Yes.
- [JUDGE] Mr. President.

- [APPLAUDING]
- [JUDGE] Congratulations, Mr. President.

Fix your face, dear.

You have to give him a chance.

[DR. MUDD, MUFFLED] Mary!

I need this to make a crutch.

What? Nah, that's the only one I got.

Doc says I gotta make it quick.
He made that crystal clear.

[DR. MUDD] Hey!

Mary!

Patient needs to be shaved clean.

Oh, you trust her?

Mary has been under my hand
since she learned to crawl.

You, be gone before I get back.

Uh-uh-uh-uh. I'm not so
sure about the 'stache yet.

[GRUNTS] You stupid Black bitch!

D-Don't mean... Don't mean
no t-trouble by it, sir.

[SHUSHES]

Do you know who I am, monkey girl?

[BREATHING SHAKILY] If you's
im-important, I-I wouldn't know.

Only been far from here
'bout one ti... [GASPS]

You're causing me worry.

You know, when I worry,
I put an end to it!

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

[UNCLE HENRY CHUCKLES]

Why you gonna try and make a kitty?

You ain't got the cards, Mary.

I done won the book already.

- [LAUGHING]
- You act like a little boy.

- [KNOCKING]
- [PERSON AT DOOR] Henry!

Henry! Mr. G. up here with marshals.

[KNOCKING]

They snatched Wilson,
John, Alex and Sam.

Protect yourself, Bill. Go!

- [HORN SOUNDS]
- Get the g*ns!

[HORN SOUNDS]

Turn down the lamps and stay inside.

You hear me, Mary?

They stealing me back to Maryland?
I gotta be Dr. Mudd's sl*ve again?

Go on, girl. Hide!

[MR. G] You in there! Come on out.

This ain't Maryland.

Got every right to reclaim my property.

Even if they are north
of the Mason-Dixon Line.

[WHISPERS] Get down! Get down.

[WHISPERS] I can't see.

[WHISPERS] Mary! Mary!
Mary, come back here!

- [MR. G] Get in the wagon.
- [CLAMORING]

You boys have had your
fun playing freemen.

- It's time to go.
- [ALL GRUNTING]

Bounty hunters. They're
trying to take Sam.

[HUNTER] Sit down there, sir.

Good sirs, I apologize

my unruly n*gg*r*s are
causing such a ruckus here.

We're for abolition. You
picked the wrong town to offend.

Let the matter rest and leave here.

[TOM] Oh, come on.

Marshals are collecting a bounty
on that little niece of yours.

Best stay out of our
way. We'll grab you too.

[CRYING]

[MOURNER MUTTERING]

- How has she been?
- She won't decide on any arrangements.

She barely even speaks.

Lizzie has 20 seamstresses
working for her now.

Every lady in town
wants one of her gowns.

I'll be on a wait list if...
if I want a new funeral gown.

Now, you know you are
always first on my list.

I have no time for a new funeral gown.

I'll just wear the one that I...

wore for Willie's funeral,
if you could mend it.

I'll... I'll have someone find it.

[STANTON SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT] We
need to choose his resting place.

May I suggest Arlington?

You want to bury him on Lee's land?

It's not Lee's land anymore.

I'm turning it into a... a burial
ground for our fallen heroes.

It's a m*llitary
cemetery. It's not right.

He was, uh, commander in chief.

It's not right.

[SIGHS, STAMMERS]

[SIGHS]

Do you know which s-suit you
would like him dressed in?

He didn't care what he wore in
this life. You think it matters now?

You were his w*r wife. You handle it.

Are you sure that you can't
spare us any horse feed?

No, I can't.

My neighbor, Swann, is a
guide for hire on our side.

He'll get you around
the swamp to Rich Hill.

There, you'll meet a
friend on the Southern Line

to Dixie who will give you cover.

- At Rich Hill?
- Yes.

You know a safer path to Richmond?

[SIGHS]

Mary!

Mary!

Where's that book you're
always reading behind my back?

Sir?

Go on. Give it here, girl.

Pl-Please... [STUTTERS]
... Dr. Mudd, no.

Give it here.

Please, Dr. Mudd. [STAMMERS] Sir.

- Give me the book.
- Dr. Mudd, please... [GASPS]

[MARY BREATHES HEAVILY]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

This here is the hidden
line to Dixie. Follow that.

- Yeah.
- If you are captured, swallow it.

Yeah.

[SIGHS]

[DR. MUDD] Milo?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Our agents found this.

Booth had four meetings
with Wall Street bigwigs,

wanted them to invest in a
Pittsburgh oil rig with him.

An oil rig?

I'd wager that "oil" is code
for assassination escape.

Uh, can I see that bankbook you found?

Sure. What are you thinking?

Well, the question is,

Booth is one of the most
famous actors in the world.

You put a huge reward on his head.

So, why the hell has
no one spotted him yet?

And the only explanation is
that Booth is being protected

by the Confederate Secret Service.

Go on.

Well, if Booth is being
shielded by the Confederacy,

did they have a hand in planning it?

[STAMMERS] Who's his contact?

Booth is a stuntman.
Who produced his stunt?

Was it the Confederacy?
Was it Wall Street?

Or, hear me out, was it Johnson?

Baker.

Who benefited the most? It was Johnson.

[SIGHS]

So, you're saying that Johnson
set up Booth to k*ll Abe,

and then staged a failed
assassination on himself?

You sound like Mary Lincoln.

Don't discount Johnson.
Everybody's thinking it.

- Sir.
- [STANTON] Mmm. Yeah?

I found a file on Mary
Surratt's son, John Surratt Jr.

He applied for a clerk's position.

- Which department?
- Yours.

He was trying to get near you.

And he was a postmaster known for
delivering telegrams from Richmond.

Confederate courier?

Or even an agent.

He could have easily moved cash
and code through his post office.

In... In fact, we did intercept him once

with a lot of money,
but nothing damning.

- So, we didn't detain him?
- No.

I'm sorry.

I... I should have made the connection

between him and his mother right away.

Yes, you should have.

Where was, um... Where
was the post office?

Surrattsville. She owns a tavern there.

The Cavalry searched it,
but they found nothing.

Is that right, now?

Your grandfather hid slaves in our home.

Marshals raided us all the time,
and they never found anything either.

Put a reward on John Surratt
Jr. Half as much as Booth.

Eckert!

And, uh, find Weichmann.

He's gonna take us to Surrattsville.

[ECKERT EXCLAIMS]

[GRUNTS] Whoa.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Eyes toward me, hands
where I can see 'em.

Nice and easy.

- [ECKERT] We good?
- [WEICHMANN] Yeah, nothing.

- [ECKERT] No one back here?
- [WEICHMANN] Empty.

[ECKERT] And here?

Now, everyone just relax.

[KNOCKING]

[HOLLOW KNOCKING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY, GRUNTING]

[WOOD CREAKS, BREAKS]

Eckert! Weichmann! Eckert!

We need to cr*ck this.

[SIGHS] What is that?

It's a telegram, but it's in code.

From Jefferson Davis to your
good friend, John Surratt Jr.

Sit down.

Looks like your landlady's
son was involved.

He got a message from the Confederacy
the week of the assassination.

When was the last time
you saw John Surratt?

John had, uh... [STAMMERS]

He left town before April, uh, 14th.
He said he was looking for work.

He the kind of man who'd
plan an assassination?

I can't say that he wouldn't.

Were you personally
involved in a conspiracy

to topple the Cabinet, Weichmann?

- Well, I... No.
- Huh?

I couldn't believe that
I was sharing a roof

with people who were
planning an assassination...

You knew the Surratts were
Confederate sympathizers.

You knew that.

Why were you friends with John
when you work for me, huh? Huh?

- I don't...
- Can't hear you!

John and I were friends before the w*r,

but... [STAMMERS] ... we
didn't agree on everything.

We didn't see eye to eye
on Lincoln or sl*very.

But didn't we all make
friends before the w*r?

And you never overheard plans, talk?

I knew Booth as John's friend.

Then they... [STUTTERS] ... would
gather at the D.C. boardinghouse.

Gathered about what?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I didn't think myself important enough

to be friends with...
[STAMMERS] ... a famous actor.

And they didn't ever include me.

Weichmann, you lived there.
You were close with them.

You expect me to believe
you didn't see anything?

I don't believe you.
Are you lying to me?

[STAMMERS] Mrs. Surratt.

I saw Mrs. Surratt
pass packages to them.

Packages? What kind of packages?

Th... The widow said, uh... [STUTTERS]

... that they were,
uh, cooking utensils,

which I think now were g*ns.

I never compromised the Department.
My loyalty is to the Union.

Get out.

Go on.

[STANTON] Well, Mrs.
Surratt... [BREATHES DEEPLY]

... for providing the meeting place.

- You could hang for that.
- [SNIFFLING]

For providing the g*ns.
You could hang for that.

For keeping the m*rder plot a
secret. You could hang for that.

- Or you can...
- No.

You can just tell me where he
is and you can go home, Mary.

- You can go home.
- You can't do this.

- Would you like to go home?
- Look at me.

- You can't do this to me. Yes.
- Would you like to go home?

- Please, sir, you can't do this to me.
- [ECKERT CLAPPING]

- Bravo. Bravo.
- Please.

- You'll never share a stage with Booth...
- Please, sir.

... but you'll share
a trial. Where is he?

I don't know anything about this.

- Where's your son, John? Is he with Booth?
- [CRYING, WHIMPERING]

If I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

He's my son.

[CRYING] He's my son.

Then cut her food.

- Sir?
- [MRS. SURRATT] No! Sir!

- I said cut her food.
- [MRS. SURRATT CRYING] Please, God.

Please! I wanna go home!

Gentlemen, on your feet.

Not k*lling Johnson doesn't
mean you get to relax. Get up!

[ATZERODT GRUNTS]

Keep moving.

[STANTON] All right, Mr. Powell,
are you in your right mind?

Let's try again. Where's Booth?

[STANTON] Any closer?

[ECKERT] I'm using the decoder
grid from Booth's hotel room,

but it's... it's gibberish.

This is at least a
two-word code system.

It... I mean, it could be
three, even four words long.

Start guessing. You know, Dixie
land. Oil rig. Confederate leaders.

I'd need a hundred men working for
a hundred years to cr*ck this plan.

Well, then find a hundred men.

- Boy out here, he wants to speak to you.
- Uh, show him in.

- [STANTON] Peanuts, right?
- Yes, sir.

How's your head?

[PEANUTS] It's fine.

You, uh... You got
something you wanna tell me?

There's something you
need to know about Booth.

[GRUNTS] What's that?

Well, when he came out the
theater, he was hopping.

He hopped on over to his
horse. He was hurt bad.

It seemed like his leg
might have been broke.

I mean, he was hopping.

You're sure about that?

That's what it seemed like.

[GROANS] If it's broken,
then he's gonna need a doctor.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

So, all you did was treat a broken leg?

My patient was shaved. I mean,

it could be the Booth man, but I
didn't recognize him at the time.

[LUTHER] Did you or did
you not know his name?

Said he was just passing through,
so I didn't make a patient file.

[LUTHER SIGHS]

When did you learn
about the assassination?

[DR. MUDD] In the morning bulletin.

Did you read the paper
before or after your patient,

who was probably Booth, left?

I can't confirm it was Booth.

Uh, and I don't recall
exactly when I read the news.

[SCOFFS] It's a odd thing to forget.

- Hmm.
- Did your patient read the paper?

[SCOFFS] Anybody with a
broken tibia isn't reading

more than a liquor label now. [LAUGHS]

[LUTHER] Mmm.

Now, if you don't mind, I do
have some twins to deliver.

Right.

[OBJECTS CLATTERING]

I prefer you not question the
household without my presence.

Then you ought to remain present.

- You!
- Yes, sir? How can I help?

That's just my carpenter.

You loyal to Dr. Mudd,

or can I trust you to
tell the whole truth?

- I...
- I... I don't know...

I don't know what this
is about, sir, but...

my brother and me, we don't... we
don't mean no trouble at all, sir.

Feel free to ask 'em what you like.

The boy ain't bright
like the girl. [CHUCKLES]

Were you aware that Dr. Mudd treated
a patient named John Wilkes Booth?

[STAMMERS] Wasn't told
the patient's name.

Did you know that Dr. Mudd's patient,

John Wilkes Booth,
m*rder*d the president?

Not till you just said so.

Do you know where Booth went?

[DR. MUDD] It's not
like we were expecting

to send him a postcard, so...

[LUTHER] Course.

- [DR. MUDD] It's terrible news. Terrible.
- [LUTHER] Yeah.

Yeah. Well, thank you.

[DR. MUDD] Mmm.

Uh, if them horses need
watering, help yourselves.

[LUTHER] That's very kind.

All right, now. Back to
work. It ain't Easter yet.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

[YOUNG MARY] Uncle Henry?
Uncle Henry? Uncle Henry?

Uncle Henry?

[SCREAMING]

[HUNTER EXCLAIMS]

No!

- [SCREAMING]
- [UNCLE HENRY] No!

[SIGHS]

[BOOTH] This the way
to Rich Hill or not?

[HEROLD] I'm not sure.

Sir, take a look at this.

- What is it?
- It's the second inauguration. [SIGHS]

- All right.
- And I think that's Booth.

[STANTON] He was there.

"One-eighth of the whole
population were colored slaves

not distributed
generally over the Union,

but localized in the
southern part of it."

Now, what about this?

"Yet, if God wills that it
continue until all the wealth piled

by the bondsmen's 250 years of
unrequited toil shall be sunk,

and until every drop of blood
drawn with the lash shall be paid

with another drawn with the
sword, as was said 3,000 years ago,

so still it must be said,

'the judgments of the Lord are
true and righteous altogether.'"

Is that too radical?

No. No, name the truth about this fight.

Mm-hmm.

Abe, you have never been more loved.

If you don't have the power
to speak truth now, then...

No one ever will.

Yeah.

To that end, I thought I might include,

uh, in case anyone should
question our resolve...

"These slaves constituted a
peculiar and powerful interest.

All knew that this interest was
somehow the cause of the w*r."

Father, I didn't mean
t... It's not your fault.

[MOUTHING WORDS] Yeah.

It's all right.

[CHATTERING]

A Maryland doctor named Mudd
treated Booth's broken leg.

Do we have him?

He left this morning.

Was there another man with him?

I don't... I don't know.

- Edwin.
- Elizabeth.

Where will the, uh...
the First Family go?

[SIGHS] Chicago.

I see.

But to speak plainly, Mrs. Lincoln
has spent the family into debt.

- Did Abe know?
- No, and thank God he never will.

Some of my gowns could
resell, some jewelry, but...

No, I understand. She's
stubborn, outspoken, extravagant.

The same qualities as any a senator.

[LAUGHS] Yeah.

And if our sex had the
opportunity, she might be one.

Mmm. Perhaps.

I'm afraid without Mr. Lincoln,
her financial situation is dire.

Could Congress pass a... a widow's fund?

No. With Congress out of
session, it's... [SIGHS]

Let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

- You all right?
- [SIGHS] Um... I almost got him.

Did you hear that?

[BLOWS]

[DOG BARKING]

Must be an animal.

Congrats, Mr. President. Georgia
looks forward to working with you.

Welcome back to the Union.

- Did we have a choice?
- [BOTH LAUGH]

[JOHNSON] Thank you.

No one... [SIGHS] ... wants to
earn the office the way I have.

So, this is not about
my rise, but our healing.

To unity, my friends.

To the United States.

[ALL] To the United States.

Let the coward run off into obscurity.

[GUESTS APPLAUDING]

You don't actually mean
that, do you, Mr. President?

The adults at the table
would like to move on

with our plans for
our future prosperity.

[GUESTS LAUGHING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well, I think that if
we don't draw the line

at murdering a president, then,

well, let's just admit
that there is no line.

To our new president, Andrew Johnson.

- Hip, hip!
- [GUESTS] Hooray!

- [CHEERING]
- Careful challenging my hunt for Booth,

unless you want the whole country asking

who had the most to
gain from Abe's death.

- Father, may I have a word with you?
- Yeah.

Yeah. [CLEARS THROAT]

Ellen, she's had a fright.

The guards found a man's shoe prints,

and the mud tracks up the back porch.

[STANTON] Eddie? When he
applied to infiltrate us,

was Surratt's postal
application in that file?

- [EDDIE JR.] Yes. Why?
- [STANTON] Shoe size.

Oh, I have an assignment for you.

That is, if you think you can
juggle it with your editor.

Uh, the more hats I wear, the
better I am at wearing them.

Well, we're the same like that. [GRUNTS]

Is this about intelligence or publicity?

[BAKER] I need an inside man
up in Montreal, lickety-split.

What do you need to know?

Whatever the Montreal secret
Confederate community knows

about the assassination,
financing plots against America.

Well, I've seen both Booth and
the Surratt fellow up there.

Well, ask your "friends"
if they saw where they went.

Here's an advance. And if they
trap you, you're a reporter.

You are not with the US w*r Department.

When I know something, you'll know.

Well, brush up on your French,

and see if you can find
me some damning sh*t

on whoever's helping Surratt and Booth.

Better yet...

find them.

[KNOCKING]

You're still prettier than spring.

John, nice to see you.

What can we do for you tonight?

Well, I wish you had sold her to
me, but Lincoln ruined all that.

[DR. MUDD] Uh, any symptoms?

Just my usual, Doc.

Mary, uh, fix the room
upstairs, would you?

You won't believe who I treated.

- The Easter Bunny.
- No, bigger.

- Our mutual friend.
- [JOHN] He was here?

- [DR. MUDD] He was. Well, not Jesus.
- [BOTH LAUGH]

[DOOR CLOSES, BOLT LOCKS]

Did you know the plan changed?

Did you?

Answer me first.

I know what I'm supposed to know,
and I don't ask further questions.

I suggest you do the same.

Do you need any provisions?

[JOHN] I could use a day or two of it.

[DOOR OPENS]

Mary, first thing in the
morning, go to the market

and get the good provisions for John.

I hear they're looking for me.

I hear the w*r Department
has nothing on nobody.

Your hospitality is
always appreciated, Doc.

[SEWARD] I know how
close you were to him...

and I knew what had happened...

when he didn't come check on me.

[STANTON] I thought that,
uh, I'd thought of everything.

But you were right. They're extremists.

Be careful, Edwin.

You think they'll come for me again?

They will.

Let 'em come.

[EDDIE JR.] Good morning,
Father. I have an idea.

Instead of laying
Lincoln's body to rest,

what if we present a whistle-stop tour?

[STANTON] How's that?

We transport his body by train,
viewings in multiple cities,

so Americans can properly mourn him.

The more Americans see
their loss up close,

the more support you'll gain
to see Abe's vision through.

That's good.

What should his resting
place be? Here in the capital?

No, Mary Lincoln won't allow it. [SIGHS]

Let's take him home.

Last stop, Springfield, Illinois.

[EDDIE JR.] That is a nice touch.

It's good, Eddie. It's good.

- I'll start making arrangements...
- No, I'll do it.

This will keep Abe in the news.

And with Reconstruction in the balance,

I need Lincoln to overshadow Booth.

[SIGHS]

Looks friendly.

[BOOTH] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey! Don't you dare.

You get in there. You
fetch us your owner.

You're looking at him.

Yes, this here my property,
so you can shut your jaws.

I was born free.

We're looking for Rich Hill.

Two dollars to show you the way.

For two dollars, you
ought to take us there.

That'll cost you five.

Or I can show you the road,

but that'll cost you three now
that you didn't accept my two.

- [SCOFFS]
- What if he don't show us the way?

Nah, forget it.

We'll find our own way to Rich Hill.

Hey, wait. Look, Mudd's map,
it don't show the area too well.

You fellas need a guide or not?
You're about to owe me rent.

May I entrust you with this?
The travel stipend for Mary.

Keep it close.

I'm hoping she won't spend it
on luxuries to distract herself.

It's very generous of you. Thank you.

Elizabeth.

We can't go backwards.

It took me 29 years
to buy my freedom. I...

I won't be anyone's sl*ve again.

No. No.

You be well, Edwin. He would want that.

Mary, that night I...
I raised my voice, I...

We both loved him.

Find the man that k*lled my husband.

Robert.

Come home safe.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

[PEOPLE SINGING HYMN IN DISTANCE]

[HEROLD] Hey, we can't go through there.

[GUIDE] That way, you hit swamp.

The other way, you run into
a Union soldier station.

I'm telling you, this here
the only way to Rich Hill.

Now, I need your pistols.

Now you want our g*ns?

So you don't start no bull.

[BELL TOLLING]

[GUIDE] That's the end of the liturgy.

We need to make a run for it
while everyone's still at service.

- You ready?
- You know, we're not fools.

[GUIDE] I ain't either.

I don't guide without your g*ns.

[SCOFFS] Full of it.

Wait.

This n*gg*r may just be our salvation.

[CLICKS TONGUE]