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I need you to go through this,

and get me anything
I can use against Tammany.

- You are gonna take on Donovan.
- I already did.

Mr. Eustace, I want Corcoran
brought to me, alive.

You wanna live?

- Tell me who sent you.
- Eustace.

- You said...
- I lied.

The killing can end or it
can continue with you.

Well, you've made quite a mess, detective.

Here's to the new king
of Five Points!

- Dr. Freeman.
- What's wrong?

The president has been assas...

The president
has been assassinated.

Thank you for allowing us
this private moment.

Thank you for your generosity.

No amount matches the honor
of serving this man.

A Mr. Eustace, sir.

Do make yourself at home.

There's a bar behind us
if you'd like a drink.

I know Detective Corcoran
entrusted your son, Robert,

With the files he stole
from General Donovan.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You do, and either you help
the organization

By turning over
the Donovan files,

Or the organization launches
an all-out war

against the Morehouses.

What constitutes
an all-out war?

Believe it or not,

a man could lose a whole lot
more than just his money.

Even if the papers
were hidden here,

my son now controls all parts
of the family business,

Including the lock boxes.

Well, this could be
a day of liberation...

...for the files and your balls.

If I find the documents,

I suppose my friends
in the governor's office

may also express interest.

Tammany owns both houses
of the state legislature.

Now I say you would be smart
to start another concern

with preferential treatment
from Tammany.

Liberation.

I was lying in
the Armory Square Hospital

after losing this
godforsaken leg...

In a lush, private room,
no doubt.

Young, beautiful nurses
adhering to your every desire.

And the president
himself entered.

You never told us that.

Lincoln studied me
for a moment,

and then he took my hand
and he said,

"Major Morehouse,
men upon crutches

are orators
for this union,

for your very appearance
speaks louder than tongues."

The man had a craft of words,
that cannot be denied.

A toast!

We three haven't shared a drink
together

since our discharge
from the front.

To the days that made us and
the man who let us come home.

Through an informant on
Captain Lafayette Baker's staff,

I have been tracking
the pursuit

of John Wilkes Booth
and David Herold.

I still hold the commission
as major.

Why do I think I know where
this is going and...

No!

Before you dismiss it,
give the matter thought.

With your skills as a detective

and your knowledge
of the region...

Which is exactly the reason
I'm not goin' South.

Gentlemen, we have
the opportunity

to catch these assassins,
to be heroes.

You are already a hero!

To be forever remembered
by this country.

As an American.

Yes, which is what you
have desired to be called

since you stepped
on these shores.

A train car and waiting horses
can be arranged by nightfall.

You go. My days are filled
with patients.

I was meant to be a rich shit.

Hunting trips upstate,

Screwing debutantes
on the beach.

Major...

Instead I joined the cause
and lost a leg,

because I was inspired
to preserve the Union

and end slavery.

He has a point.

Matthew, the war's over!

We fought under Lincoln hoping
that we could belong

to this country.

This is not a battle,
but a mission.

You would be...

Offering a service
to my country,

and the man who gave me,
my wife and my people

the first strains
of true freedom.

We depart at first light!

Have you forgotten?

This man...

...built your prosthetic
for the wrong leg,

Leaving you with two left feet?

That's right!

Come now, I couldn't,
I hadn't eaten in three days!

I could hardly see,
much less properly build

an artificial limb.

In a train car,
headed South.

Not sure what you put
in my drink, Major.

Patriotism.

A sense of duty, courage.

And now we're headed
straight to

the very hells we left behind, huh?

Hey, hey, what happened
to the courage?

Faces, names, towns,
landscapes...

I remember too much.

As do I.

For all the fallen men...

I still think of them most.

Mother and daughter.

Matthew, stop.

It was a different time.

We were different people.

Sirs, from here on down I would
stay away from the windows.

Why's that?

The original Mason-Dixon line
cut through here.

Not everyone is a Yankee
'cause they live in the North.

I see in you a friend
much like, perhaps,

Robert sees in that
downtown detective,

So I've extended myself,
located the files.

However,
in order to obtain them

I'll need something
with which to trade.

Unlike other downtown
characters, I can give you this.

Add a zero and we have a deal.

One of the joys
of the city treasury,

Always plenty of zeros
to go around.

Warmer than New York.

Air smells better, too.

Hey, you know,
when we were last here,

All I could smell was blood

and flesh and death,
and all the screamin',

everyone shoutin' or cryin' out
for God or their mother.

I goddamn got used to it.

I never got used to it.

Matthew, does Virginia
feel different

now that you're a free man?

No better than the last time
I rode through here.

I just fear that
too many Virginians

won't know the difference.

Free or not, I'm still black.

Booth and Herold
were headed South and East.

We suspect one man,

Mr. Rutt Waymond,
in aiding and abetting.

Captain Baker requests you
begin your search at Waymond's.

Very good.
Thank you, captain.

Major,
keep your wits about you.

There are scattered bands
of rebs wandering the land,

And they ain't all convinced
the hostilities is ended.

Savages.

We should give him
a proper Christian burial.

We don't know what's lurking
in these woods.

We'll do it on the way back.

He's been there for a while,
little more time won't hurt.

Forward!

Yep, see that?

A black man.

Get used to it.

Whoa.

I'll head in here, get
directions to Waymond's house.

If there's any trouble, you
start ridin' and start shootin'.

Major, your leg.

Morphine was invented
for a reason.

It's a temporary solution.

I could adjust your saddle
to ease the chafing.

You want to dismount here, now?

At the store, they said
Waymond kept bees.

This must be the place.

A night or so ago, two men rode
through this area on horseback.

One with a broken leg.

Did you happen to see them,
Mr. Waymond?

Who's askin'?

We are agents
of the American Army.

Who are free to shoot
who we want,

when we want,
no repercussions.

Well you're the only
new faces I seen.

Well, what about
your neighbors?

Ain't heard nothing about 'em

and I haven't been
to town in days.

Oh.

We stopped by Rutledge's
General Store

as we passed through,
And Mr. Rutledge said

you were in yesterday
buying feed for your horses.

- What's he doin'?
- ...no idea.

You never really know with him.
- Well, that's my property...

So you were in town,
but you weren't.

It's strange how that could be.

John Wilkes Booth,
David Herold...

You ever hear those names?

Well, I don't...

What're you...
Is this all...

Saw your hives on the way in.

Good honey season?

If you forget a storm or two.

Good season usually
means room for expansion.

You buildin' new frames?

Been working all spring,
busting a--

You see, we're thinkin'
Booth and Herold spent

their night
here in your home,

eatin' your food
and drinkin' your fine whiskey.

Damnit, I told y'all
I've never heard of no such men!

Well, I don't believe you!

Fine! Sure!

Your boys came through.

But I ain't no sympathizer,
just a hospitality man,

which you Yankees
clearly know nothin' about.

And, yeah, one of them
had a broken leg.

He asked for booze
to ease his pain.

Where'd they head?

God!

- Come on.
- South!

This mornin' they headed South
towards Champlain.

Now, Major, let's get some
honey for that leg compress.

The honey should help quell
the wound's sepsis,

But we'll need to access
proper medical supplies soon.

The proper medical supplies
have been acquired.

Now let's get a move on.

We can be certain the traitor
booth is not resting.

Major...

The morphine will only relieve
your pain for the moment.

The contagion here is...

Now come, Matthew,
put my leg back on.

We should have gone East
at the fork, not South.

Matthew, I thought
you knew this land.

I was a slave nearby, not
larking about the countryside.

Either way, this should
lead to Little River.

Whoa.

Hold up. Hold up.

Hey there!

Hold it.
Whoa, whoa.

Now you boys...

...got the look of Yankees.

Stink of them, too.

You raise those guns, you die.

Right here and now.

What brings you 'round here?

We have every right to be here.

We should take
these fine horses.

I'm a New York City detective

and we're in pursuit
of a fugitive.

John Wilkes Booth?

No.

No, we're not Army.

It's a bank robber, an Irishman
by the name of Francis Maguire.

A runty little fellow.

With one good eye.

That so?

Well...

We ain't seen anyone like that.

So, you say you're a detective?

Like in those
Edgar Alan Poe stories?

Those are among
my favorite tales.

I knew the man himself.

Mr. Edgar Alan Poe.

Is that some kinda Yankee lie?

My mother was friends with him.

When I was a boy,
he came to our house

And read us
"The Tell-Tale Heart" himself.

That's amazing!

A friend of Mr. Poe!

You boys look like you
could use a rest.

Could help yourselves
to the cook fire.

- Where you headed?
- Home.

We're Kentucky boys.

Been fighting nearly
three years.

Glad this damn war is over.
- Good luck.

We'd be stupid not
to take these mounts.

No!

We're Kentuckyians,
not Texas horse thieves.

Oh...

if we see Booth, rest assured
we'll shoot him first.

We're soldiers.

Have no use for cowardly
assassins of any stripe.

- Let's move along.
- Come on.

Hey, Harvey, come on.

So it's true?

You knew Edgar Alan Poe?

As true as chasing a bank
robber named Francis Maguire.

Whoa.

Holy shit.

The battlefield.

When we passed the Spotsylvania
Courthouse, I wondered.

Christ almighty,
I can still taste the hell.

We entered the fight from
there, in those trees,

moved across and separated
from the regiment.

When the cannon
assault began.

You were shot there, Major,

Then crawled to cover
in that ditch there.

The two of you followed me.

- And that's when...
- My leg.

You're wrong about the ditch.
I remember this tree.

We took cover behind it.
- It's too shallow.

- I recall there being a rock.
- Could have been this dip,

but then again, my eyes
were blind in the haze of smoke.

Christ, you'd just... killed
anyone who was in your way.

I wonder how many of my own men
I sent to death?

The biggest moment in our lives
we were side by side,

Yet we can't agree
upon the location.

At once dreaming,
yet more awake

than any man could possibly be.

I expect these memories
will forever metamorphose.

Freeman, you poet.

Are you trying to say
you've forgotten

where you buried my leg?

Goddamned battle
of the wilderness.

What the hell is this?

Maybe they have news.

Our New York boys, eh?
You're late.

- The good news is...
- Late? We can't be late.

We were sent here
to capture Booth.

Well, we got the bastard
so you're late.

That can't be! We have orders
from Captain Baker

to capture the assassins
and bring them back alive!

Alive, Matthew, it's our duty!
- Where're you takin' him?

Over to Belle Plaine
until further orders.

- Is that Herold there?
- Indeed.

Son of a bitch
is gonna be swingin'

When I bring his murdering ass
back to Washington.

'Bout ready, boys?
- Yes, sir!

- Yep!
- Alright, gentlemen.

Lieutenant, wait.

Did the traitor Booth
speak before he died?

Well, he was shot in the throat,

So the great Shakespearean's
words were barely audible.

What, damnit, did he say?

He said, "Tell my mother
that I died for my country."

Asked one of my men to put
his hands up to his face,

Then he said,
"Useless, useless."

He's a jackass, but at least
he got me a government reward!

Whoo!

"Useless" indeed.

We are the useless ones.

We should have left New York
the morning Lincoln died!

Major,
we did the best we could.

Booth and Herold are captured.
That's all that matters now.

Bullshit! If we didn't stop to
put honey on my goddamn leg

we would have been
the captors!

Why I thought we three...

There's nothin'
left for us here.

We should start headin' back.

The Major is not healthy enough
to risk a long ride.

The leg, if gangrene sets in,
anything can happen.

What can we do?

The plantation.

Matthew, no.

It's just a few more miles
from here.

Last I heard Dr. Purvis
still owns the land.

We could get the proper
medical supplies.

A free black, an Irish Mick,

And a useless white protestant
walk into battle!

Robert, come back here now!

You both realize that
coincidence brought us together,

nothing more!

Freeman, you seemed useful.

Corky, you downtown
papist bastard...

Major, you are not yourself!

So you ended up in the
same ditch next to me

And happened to be a good shot,
that makes us friends?

Robert, slow down.

No morphine, no drink.

My leg hurts worse
than the day I lost it!

If only we could get soused and
forget this whole trip ever...

Your leg is at risk of gangrene
and needs a cure,

not more numbing!

You are the noble Negro
with all the answers.

What's next?
- Major, you watch your mouth!

Where is the "cure",
dear Matthew? Huh?

At the place we swore
never to return!

There?

We have to go back there?

God.

Aah, aah.

Everything's fine.

A little closer, Clara,
so we can compare

and contrast
the texture and tone.

I am so blessed to have you,
my daughter,

For studies such as this.

Your perfect skin, alongside...

...who's there?

Good god, Matthew!

Where'd you come across
this runaway slave?

I was never your slave.

I was a prisoner bidin' my time.

Now I'm a doctor
healin' a friend.

What in hell is this?

Oh, my field master
inflicted the wounds,

not I, but isn't it remarkable
what the human body can sustain?

Zeke, you do realize
that by law

Purvis is no longer
your master?

I stay on my own accord.

Purvis pays wages now.

Clara, do you remember me?

Keep away from my daughter!

She hasn't been the same
since those savage

Yankee troops
came through here.

You've grown up
since I saw you last,

But not enough
to be a part of this.

I like the way
Zeke's back looks.

His skin is like the bark
on my pretty sycamore out front.

So...

the baboon's boys
are just more animals.

Direct me to your creasotum,
gauze, and plaster right now.

The thing you Yankees
do not understand

Is that your side
may have beaten Lee,

but the South is and always
will be a separate country!

Shut up!

Corky, give me that bottle!
- And your belt.

He'll need somethin'
to bite down on.

This wasn't fun
the first time around.

Major, open your mouth.

That's enough.

You ready?

Charge!

- Take the right!
- Here! Here!

Take the left!

Here! Here! Here!

Move it! Move!

Move!

- Left!
- Shoot!

Move it! Move!

Let's sweep the area.

Meet the boys out front
of the house.

Move.

- Matthew?
- Oh, no!

Gillian!

How did you...?

Oh, shh!

You and your mother were trying
to escape the shooting.

Oh, I never meant for this!

For you!
I never meant this for you!

This, this war, this...

My escape, I...

I mean, these were just women?
Huh?

Mother and daughter,
innocent civilians.

Christ.

The Major and I were aimin'
in this direction.

I've known Gillian Purvis
since she was born,

And I've known her mother
my entire life.

We had no idea.
If we had...

Heal her.

You have to!

I-I can't.

- I've seen you.
- No, not this, I can't!

At least stabilize her.

You said Purvis was a doctor.

We'll turn her over to him.

...okay.

Bring your handkerchief,
hold the wound right here.

Okay.

Shh!

Okay, okay, okay, yeah.

Multiple gunshot wounds...

Only God knows
what the bullets hit.

Within minutes, at this rate
of loss, she'll bleed out.

I...

Then let's take her
to the doctor.

It's beyond anyone's skill,

And the doctor inside
is her father.

If he sees her like this, I...

Shh.

Kill me.

Goddamnit, no!

Shh!

I'll do this.

Matthew.

...no, no, no!

It's okay.

No.

- It's okay, okay?
- Okay.

Corky, Freeman...

What I said to you both about
our meeting being coincidence...

- Major, you don't have to...
- Let me speak, Matthew.

Yes, we met
through coincidence...

None of us need to explain
anything to each other.

Still, we did not survive
the bloodiest battles

of our nation's history

or remain friends
after being mustered out

because of coincidence.

Coincidence don't make
three men go on a journey,

Tracking the nation's
most infamous murderer,

And we wouldn't have found
ourselves back there...

A return to our worst memory.

To a decision which revealed
our sameness,

When we three seemed
the most unlikely of friends.

I'm so glad to be done
with war.

Kevin, thank you for coming.

Come, Matthew, I'll give you
a ride to your door.

No thank you, Major. I think
I'll enjoy the morning walk.

He's a good man.

Each of us will always be
trying to convince ourselves

that we are good, Corky.

- Corky!
- Hey.

I've been pacin' Baxter Street
for days.

As nervous a boy
as I've ever seen.

Wild Bill sent me to deliver
Tammany Hall's summons.

You're to report to
Eustace's office immediately.

Word is out, they want you
to replace Donovan.

And they won't take no
for an answer.

Do I look like a ward boss
to you?

Kevin, trust me on this,
you turn them down,

New York is not a place
you will ever live in peace.

- What're ya gonna do?
- How's Eva been?

Sullivan's had us workin'
around the clock.

We haven't had a night
in the Paradise since you left.

Kevin, this is serious!

We may win a skirmish
against the organization,

but no way we win a war.

I'm gonna hit Eva's
and have a drink

while I consider my options.

Join me when you can.

If you need to scream,
you let it out,

especially if the noise
helps you to keep breathing.

Sara, I'm here.

Doctor Freeman!
Doctor...

That's rosewater.

Leah's been using compresses
to stay relaxed.

The baby's breach.

We've been at this
for 16 and a half hours.

I've been too terrified
to let her push

because I could
still feel the cervix.

If she forces too early,

the baby's neck
and head are in danger.

That's exactly right.

But I think she's ready now.

And the baby's arms seem to be
in the right place.

Feel here.

You're doing fine, Leah.

Matthew and I are gonna
see you through this.

No, I'll take over now, hmm?

You wash up and rest.

Matthew, I've been at this
for 16 and a half hours,

reason to stay,
not turn tail.

Sara, you have guided this
woman and her child incredibly.

Let the outcome be
my responsibility?

Sara...

sometimes
nature does not cooperate.

I'm beginning to think
that Kevin Corcoran

does not
take us seriously.

Eva!

Eva?

Eva!