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History prefers legends to men.

It prefers nobility to brutality.

Soaring speeches to quiet deeds.

History remembers the battle
and forgets the blood.

Whatever history remembers of me,
if it remembers anything at all...

it shall only be
a fraction of the truth.

For whatever else I am,
a husband, a lawyer...

a president...

I shall always think of myself
as a man who struggled against darkness.

I leave in your trusted hands,
my dear friend Henry...

this record that begins
when I was just a boy.

Get on down there. Hurry it up!

Please, sir, no.
There's been some kind of mistake.

I ain't no slave.

Let them go! Aaron!

Go back inside!

Let them go!

Will!

-Quiet!
-He's my friend!

Look away, Abraham.

It's not our place.

Look away.

Abraham!

Thomas, help them!

Leave him alone!

Are you all right?

Did you strike my friend here?

He was beating my son!

Did you strike him, Lincoln?

They're not slaves, and you know it.

I suggest you get back to your work

before you find yourself
led away in chains.

Until every man is free,
we are all slaves.

Very well, then.

Since you're all
so concerned with freedom...

you may consider yourself free
from the burden of my employ.

And the debt you've been working off...

I'd like it paid in full with interest.

Now, please.

If you get one more penny
from me, Mr. Barts...

it will come with a fist
wrapped around it.

All right, Mr. Lincoln.

There are other ways to collect a debt.

No!

What's happening to her, Father?

Please help her!
Please, I beg of you.

You've got to do something, Father.

Easy, child.

Look away, Abraham.

I've never seen anything like this.

Strange.

You promise me.

Let's step outside.

I'm sorry, I don't know what ails her.

Abraham.

Come and lie next to me.

I've been writing, Mama.

"Days are swift as an Indian arrow...

"flying like a shooting star.

"The present day is here...

"and then slides away in haste...

"that we can never say is ours...

"but only say...

"is passed."

Mother?

Mother?

Mama once told me that
I hadn't cried when I was born.

That I'd simply opened my eyes...

looked at her smiling face...
and smiled back.

My light was gone.

-I don't know how he did it--
-Abraham...

you promise me...

You promise me you won't go
and do anything foolish.

Nine years later,
my father joined her in death.

No longer bound by my promise...

I tried to fortify the nerve
to pursue my vengeance.

Haven't you had enough?

A boy only gets this drunk when
he wants to kiss a girl...

or kill a man.

Adam, let me explain.

Last one, Barts.

I'm not coming up here to clean up
your messes anymore.

Yes, sir. I promise.

Every so often, I think about what
it would be like to be in the South.

So, where's Henry?

Yes, sir.
We've been looking all over, sir.

Searching high and low.

Low is more likely.

Just find him, Barts.

Oh, and send a fresh crop south.

We have a lot of mouths to feed.

Yes, sir.

"Yes, sir, no, sir.
High, sir, low, sir."

For my mother.

That was unlucky.

Might have put me out of my misery.

Where the hell are you running to?

Don't much like chasing chickens.

Little boy, all grown up.

Come to avenge his dear momma.

There are two kinds of men, Mr. Lincoln.

Those that have the guts
to pull the trigger...

and those who do not.

Powder, patch, ball.

Don't mess it up.

You weren't asleep that night.

Were you?

You dropped the ball, Mr. Lincoln.

Your mama's blood was sickening sweet.

I hope yours tastes better!

Might I suggest that we begin by...

closing the door?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I didn't see anything!

Should we dive right in?

Or are you finding Gabrielle's
egress too distracting?

I'm sorry, sir, but who are you?

Who I am is Henry Sturges.

And where you are is my home.

And what happened...

I saved your life...

during your rather pathetic attempt
at taking another's.

What were you doing there, and...

how did you know
I would try to kill Barts?

How?

I watched this boy carry out
his first long-awaited mission.

Drunk, might I add.

And I think, "You have wasted
your time watching this one, Henry.

"He's not a promising recruit.

"He is just a selfish boy
with his heart set on vengeance."

And I realized,
"This boy is a goddamned idiot!"

"I doubt he even knew
his target was a vampire."

A vampire?

Yes. Immortal, blood-sucking demons.

Fortunately for you, Mr. Lincoln...

hunting them is something of a hobby.

But vampires are just myths.

Myths don't beat you senseless

after you've put
a bullet in their brain.

Thank you.

No, Mr. Lincoln,
vampires are real.

They exist in every city
and every state...

in the Union.

If what you say is true,
you could help me kill him.

I could pay you to kill him!

My services are not for sale.

And the word you are looking for
is "destroy."

It is quite a feat to kill that
which is already dead.

But you don't understand.

My mother was murdered.

And if I teach you how
to murder her murderer...

so what?

How will that honor her memory?

How will that benefit the next boy
whose mother is taken?

If vengeance is all you seek...

seek it elsewhere.

Teach me to fight as you do.
Please, I'll do anything you say.

You promise to cast aside
all notions of vengeance...

and commit to the life of a hunter?

You will have no friends...

no family.

I told him what he wanted to hear...

but all I cared about was
killing the monster that took my mother.

I'm in.

Scottish Highland pistol.

And if one barrel isn't enough...

seven should do you.

The blunderbuss.

And if you lose your ball...

you can always stuff your pocket watch
down the end of it.

So, Abe...

which one takes your fancy?

Actually, I haven't had
the best of luck with shooting irons.

But...

I was a rail splitter.

I would like you to chop this tree down
with a single swing.

That tree?

It's got to be more than a foot across.
That's impossible.

But it isn't a tree.

It's what you hate most in the world.

So, tell me, Mr. Lincoln...

what do you hate?

I hate Jack Barts.

Then strike him down.

Well, clearly you don't
hate him that much.

Tell me what you hate.

I hate that my mother was taken away.

Inadequate.

I hate that we were afraid.

And?

That my mother and father,
everyone that we knew...

lived in fear.

Pathetic.

I hate that I was too small.

-Too weak.
-Yes.

-And that you failed...
-Yes!

-...to protect her.
-Yes!

And that you let her die.

Power, Lincoln...

real power...

comes not from hate,
but from truth.

Before you protect others
from darkness...

you must first be able
to protect yourself.

Your enemies have the power
to render themselves invisible.

You must have the ability
to fight blind.

To see, without seeing.

Again.

In the weeks that followed...

Henry endeavored to impart a lifetime
of vampire-hunting secrets.

Their ability to adapt to sunlight.

Their power to render
themselves invisible.

But most of all,
he taught me how to destroy them.

When Judas betrayed Jesus...

his reward was 30 pieces of silver.

At that moment, those pieces
became a symbol of betraying God.

Of evil.

And silver became a curse...

upon the cursed.

You will never see a vampire
with silver on his person.

Nor see them reflected in mirrors.

The one thing God placed
beyond the reach of a vampire.

The one thing he can never possess.

Barts...

And the only thing that
renders him powerless.

Henry, Jack Barts!

I give you the targets.
That was our deal.

This is not only
about Jack Barts.

Vadoma, a ruthless enforcer.

And her brother.

I've seen him before.

I saw him with Jack Barts.

They call him Adam.

He, from whom all others are made.

Vampires have been in
the New World for centuries.

Slaughtering native tribes
and early settlers.

But when the Europeans
arrived with their slaves...

the dead saw a sinister opportunity.

They built an empire in the South.

But, in recent years,
they pressed north...

leaving death in their wake.

It falls to us, Abraham...

the hunters,
to keep the balance.

To ensure that this remains
a nation of men...

and not monsters.

What we do,
we do not for one man...

but for the good of all mankind.

Henry sent me off into
the world with a reminder.

No attachments.
No distractions.

No friends or family.

Besides, who could I trust?

Anyone in this well-mannered city
might very well be one of them.

Son of a bitch!

I ever see you here again,
I will have your balls as a coin purse!

Good afternoon, sir.
Joshua Speed at your service.

Abraham... Lincoln.

I need a bit of help.

All right.

Well, a friend in need,
is a friend of Speed.

What can I get for you?

I don't suppose you know
of any rooms for rent, Mr. Speed?

What sort of room are
you looking for, Mr. Lincoln?

Well, a cheap one...

as I have spent all of my money
on law books

and have none to spare at the moment.

Now, as you say you have none,
am I to take your meaning as "cheap"...

or "free of charge"?

Well, on credit.

I don't think you'll find
such a room in Springfield.

People here are strangely
accustomed to being compensated.

Good day.

There is one room, Mr. Lincoln.

I was recently forced to part ways
with a thieving prick of an associate...

and am, therefore,
in need of a replacement.

There's a room upstairs.

It isn't much, but I suppose
it could be had on credit...

if the tenant were willing
to work here in return.

Dear Henry...

life in Springfield is
less than desirous.

Fear not.

My pittance of a salary doesn't allow me
to deviate from your rules...

No friends, no family.

And certainly, no woman would find me,
and my existence, enticing.

Excuse me.

Excuse me,
I'll be needing these.

Just one second, ma'am.

Well, you needn't call me ma'am,
as if I'm some haggard spinster...

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Madam... I mean, miss.

I'm Abraham... Lincoln.

Mary Todd.

Darling.

There you are.

You mustn't flit from
store to store so quickly.

Well, perhaps if you didn't stop to jaw
with every gentleman in Springfield...

I could say the same for you.

Stephen Douglas.
How do you do?

Abraham... Lincoln.

Are you a voting man, Mr. Lincoln?

I...

How do you feel about
keeping slavery out of Illinois?

I'm running for the legislature.

I'm sure he'd love to hear
your campaign speech...

but Mr. Lincoln was just about
to attend to my list.

We were talking, dear.

Slavery, it's a complicated issue.

I couldn't disagree with you more,
Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Douglas, Miss Todd.

You have met my new associate, Abraham.

A letter came for you.

Dear Abe.

Your prescription awaits you
at the local pharmacy.

Ask for Aaron Stibel, Junior.

Mr. Lincoln?

I'm so sorry.

Good day of work, Abraham.

Thank you.

But don't forget...

always have a contingency plan.

Aaron Stibel Junior?

Yes?

That's it. Oh, that's tight.

Don't worry.
It will only hurt for a second or two.

Did you eat today?

I had killed a monster.

And I would kill again.

But no amount of death
could make me forget.

Merciful Christ, Lincoln,
what happened to your face?

Don't worry, I'll still be able to work.

Work?

To hell with work.

We got invited to a ball.

It could be your chance to save
Mary Todd from a life of boredom.

This suit makes me look ridiculous.

Nonsense.

But that hat makes you look ridiculous.
Come on.

Come on, come on.
Look, there she is.

Mr. Douglas, Joshua Speed.

Pleasure to see you.
Mary, you look lovely.

He's still missing.

Who's that?

Aaron Stibel.

Junior or Senior?

Junior.

-Who is that man?
-I don't know.

Mr. Douglas, you know Senator Nolan,
of course.

Yes, Stephen. Good to see you.

Have you heard this news?

Yes, we're looking into it.

Rest assured,
this kind of lawlessness...

won't stand
in the noble state of Illinois.

It's called a dance.

If we were meant to sit alone,
they would've called it something else.

Yes, I suppose they would have.

Come, Mr. Lincoln.

You'll ruin the upholstery
if you sit there any longer.

I'm sure you're a very nice man,
Mr. Lincoln...

but you're a...

A shopkeeper, in a borrowed suit.

No, it's not a matter of means.
Really, no.

I came to Springfield
looking for someone different.

Someone whose life
was a bit more adventurous, and well...

My apologies, I'm never this--

Honest?

Rude.

Miss Todd, may I speak candidly?

I, too, came here to better myself.

That's why I've taken an interest
in the law...

and why, if I may be so bold,
I have taken an interest in you.

And as for the adventure
that you seek...

I suspect that few men
could ever hope to provide that for you.

Least of all your fiancГ©,
Stephen Douglas.

Mr. Lincoln, you are full of surprises.

Miss Todd, you have no idea.

Dear Abraham.

I've made a deposit at the local bank.

Be careful, it can quickly disappear.

Henry, there are more
than I ever thought possible.

Pharmacists, innkeepers, pastors.

It's more than a man can bear.

Well, I see I'm
such interesting company.

I'm sorry.

I've been working nights.

Really? Is that true?

Do you really want
to know the truth, Mary?

Each and every night...

I go out...

hunting vampires.

Well, how do you hunt these vampires?

With an axe.

A special silver axe, of course.

Of course.

And how many would
you reckon you've killed?

Five. No... six.

I have killed six vampires.

My goodness!

Abe!

Here I thought you were an honest man.
Really!

Well, I had a wonderful day, Abe.

As did I, Mary.

Miss Todd, you are a woman
of ravishing resourcefulness.

Mr. Lincoln, you have no idea.

You will have no friends, no family.

I... should be going. It's late.

How could I bring her into this world?

A world of demons, of danger.

Good night, then, Lincoln.

Good night, Mary.

Happy hunting.

If I truly cared for her...

the kindest thing I could do...

was walk away.

This hunter
is another of Henry's disciples?

They say he's a madman.

I can't wait to meet him.

A stock boy, reading a law book.

What?
You studying to be a lawyer?

As a matter of fact, I am.

All right, what about a little test?

What's the law for free slaves
in the North?

According to the
Fugitive Slave Act of 1793...

enforcing Article four, section two,
of the United States Constitution...

"All runaway slaves must
be returned to their owners."

However,
personal liberty laws state that...

"Anyone who is born free...

"cannot be taken under this act."

I heard a good woman once say...

"Until all men are free...

"we're all slaves."

Will?

Will Johnson!

How did you...?

I was back home...

and heard you moved here.

Studying to be a lawyer.

That's good.
I'm in need of a good lawyer.

What, are you in some kind of trouble?

I was freeing slaves down South
on the railroad...

hoping to find my brother down there.

Some bounty hunters got after me.

Said I was a runaway.

I need a writ, Abe...

saying I was born free.

You know, Will...

Come on.

Hey.

Speed, this is Will Johnson.

Will Johnson,
my oldest friend in the world.

The store isn't
going to run itself, Abe.

I'll have him back
as soon as possible, Mr. Speed.

I promise.

You're getting tall, Abe.

Look like you still
don't eat much, either.

You still afraid of the dark, too?

Not so much anymore.

That's him, Abe.

That's the guy that's been chasing me.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen...

I'm sure we can work this out.

Now I suggest you walk away, son.

No, sir, I suggest you do.

I've sent word to Senator Nolan.

He'll have you out soon.

You're far too kind, Miss Todd.

And he's far too ugly
to have a woman like you.

I think common-looking people
are the best in the world.

That's why the Lord
makes so many of them.

I just thank God he was there.

But I won't always be there.

Mary...

what if something was going on,
something terrible...

and you knew that there was no way
on earth that one man could stop it?

What would you do?

Well...

I wouldn't back away from what's right
just because it's hard.

My father used to say,
"Plant your feet and stand firm.

"The only question is
where to put your feet."

We may fail in this fight.

We may only shatter
the tranquil veil of oppression...

but we must not be deterred!

For ours is a just and noble cause.

The cause of freedom.

The very cause upon which
our founding fathers built...

this great nation!

A voice like that is too strong
to be stuck keeping shop.

I'm actually studying to be a lawyer.

Well, Mr. Lincoln, maybe it's time
you thought about politics.

I can connect you with the right people.

Thank you, Senator Nolan.

-A pleasure young man.
-The same.

You're on your way, Mr. Lincoln.

I sent you to Springfield
to hunt vampires...

not to chase votes.

Lesson one,
always have a contingency plan.

If vampire hunting doesn't pan out...

I need a career to fall back on.

I'm being serious.

So am I, Henry.

I have done everything
you've asked of me.

Every letter, every name...

but never the letter I wait for,
and never the name I want most.

When do I get to kill Jack Barts?

Barts knows about Mary.

It's time.

Abraham...

Be careful.

Abraham-fucking-Linc--

Missed again!

I hope you're better with an axe
than you were with a gun.

Come on, Lincoln!

Catch me before I get to Mary.

Catch me if you can, boy!

There's thousands of us here.

He won't stop until
this whole country is ours.

And they be coming for you now.

Ask your friend, Henry.

You shut your mouth, you stupid whore.

Give me what I need,
or I'll knock your teeth out.

You lying son of a bitch.

God damn it!

No, Abe, stop!

You weren't ready to know.

What, that you are a vampire?

You are not the only one...

who has lost everything to vampires.

Just because the carriage stops...

doesn't mean we have to.

Get in the carriage.

Take this.

Run. Just run.

Henry!

Her soul was pure.

But yours, Henry...

It's one of God's little tricks.

Vampires cannot kill their own kind.

Only the living can kill the dead.

Welcome to the family.

You can't save the world,
and the ones you love, Lincoln.

You need to make a choice.

I'm sorry...

but goodbye.

Abe!

Mary!

What on earth are you doing?

Come on in.

-What are you hiding?
-Nothing.

Abe?

It's nothing.

Abe, I know when you're lying.

What are you hiding from me?

All right.

I didn't want to tell you this way.
This is not the way that I planned it.

But if you really must know...

Mary Todd...

will you make me the happiest of men?

And do you, Abraham...

promise to love her,
comfort her...

be honorable and honest
with her in all things...

in sickness and health...

till death do you part?

I do.

Then by the power vested
in me by almighty God...

in the great state of Illinois...

I now pronounce you...

man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Your mother would be so proud.

Thank you, Will.

I'm happy you could be here.

You're the only family I have.

Except for this one.

Congratulations.

May I introduce Mr. Henry Sturges.

My wife, Mary.

And my dear friend, Will Johnson.

Heavens, Mr. Sturges,
you're as chilly as the winter wind.

Henry, please.

I'm afraid that's a hazard
of carrying one's own bottle.

Well, you know what they say,
"Cold hands, warm heart."

Yes, but I highly doubt that.

Mr. Sturges is a business associate.

Yes, I thought we
could talk a little business.

Of course.

If you'll excuse me.

What the hell are you doing here?

Be cautious, Abraham.

One forgets how easily we can lose
the most precious things.

They don't even know who I am.

Go upriver.

Invite this Mr. Lincoln
to join us at the plantation.

We're going to throw a ball
in his honor.

What makes you think he'll accept?

I think we can find a way to tempt him.

It's a good book. It's good.

Get him!

Abe.

We've got a problem.

They took Will.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to accept his invitation.

Speed deserved to know the truth
of what we were about to face.

I told him everything.

Not knowing if he would believe me
or think me mad.

Not knowing if he would have the courage
to face the monsters...

that I had come to know.

You and me, Abraham,
together we can accomplish anything.

There are no slaves.
Where are they?

I was just wondering that.

Something isn't right about this, Abe.

Yeah.

I don't know how to dance.

Don't worry, I'll teach you.

Wait here.

Ladies and gentlemen...

dinner is served.

Bravo, Mr. Lincoln.

Bravo.
You're even better than I'd heard.

A shame to sacrifice
so many of my best men...

but I needed to know
if you're up to the task.

What do you want with me?

To see you liberated.

To see you rise up
and destroy your oppressor.

That's interesting advice,
coming from a slave owner.

Men have enslaved each other...

since they invented gods
to forgive them for doing it.

I've seen Jews build Egypt's glory.

Seen Christians...

thrown to lions with my own eyes.

And I've seen Africans
sell their own kind to Europeans.

May I share one of the revelations
of my 5,000 years?

We're all slaves to something.

I, to eternity.

You, to your convictions.
Others, to the color of their skin.

All I ever wanted...

was to see my kind
granted their rightful place.

But there are those of us,
those like your friend Henry...

who enjoy living in the dark.

And as you're doubtless aware...

I cannot personally destroy him,
nor he I.

You, Mr. Lincoln...

you could eliminate those
last pockets of resistance...

beginning with Henry Sturges himself.

All I ask...

is for you to break your chains.

Kill your master.

Be free.

And if I refuse?

Then you go on your merry way.

After I make you one of us, and...

spoon-feed you your friend.

Now, a simple "yes" or "no"
will suffice.

Kill Henry...

save your friend.

Feel free to take your time to decide.
Five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

Come on!

This way.

Miss Tubman, Miss Tubman.
We've been waiting for you.

Come quickly.

People getting killed every day.

Slaves disappearing.

Some people talk
about monsters and demons.

Good morning.
Good morning.

How can I assist you
on this beautiful day?

We're looking for three men.

You know, I did see someone
run down that way.

You're welcome to come in if you like.

Our service is about to begin.

Right, let's keep going.

I take it y'all came from up North?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I suggest you get back there
as fast as you can.

There's a war coming.

A war for the soul of the country.

Going to be all colors of blood spilled.

Our nation was built
on the backs of slaves.

Their labor, their blood.

More blood than
you could possibly imagine.

I have seen this
horror of the South firsthand.

I say the need for peace
outweighs the needs of the Blacks.

I say that if the people
of this great nation want slavery...

then let them have it.

The demon of slavery
is tearing our country apart.

We must stand up.
We must stand strong and fight.

Fight for the very soul of our nation.

Until every man is free,
we are all slaves!

You cannot take on slavery, Abraham.

You cannot take on the whole South!

-Why, because of Adam?
-No.

Are you afraid of him?

Because it is the only thing that has
kept them sated for all these years...

and you take that away,
then no one is safe.

So you get to choose
who lives and who dies.

A great man once said...

"What we do,
we do not for ourselves...

"not for one man,
but for the good of all mankind!"

Not all mankind, Abraham.

Abe?

May I have my husband back?

He's all yours, Mrs. Lincoln.

Henry only saw the struggle his way.

But I began at last to see it another.

To see and to feel
the even greater issues at stake.

So, he and I would go our separate ways.

As the Bible says...

the time had come for me
to put aside childish things.

I would fight not with an ax...

but with words and ideals.

For a time...

they proved a stronger weapon.

Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln!

I appear before you to take,
in your presence...

the oath prescribed by
the Constitution of the United States...

to be taken by the president...

before he enters on
the execution of this office.

The question of slavery is better settled
with a pen than with a sword.

Fire!

Through twists of fate...

I found myself at 50 years of age...

the father of a nation that
was tearing itself apart...

while trying to be
the father to a boy...

not much older than I was
when I lost my mother.

3,000 more dead.

When's the last time
you had something to eat?

I'm not hungry, thank you.

You have got to eat, Abe.
You're only human.

Come along, Willie.

Willie.

Willie.

If you do this,
there is no turning back, Abe.

I know.

I'm trying to protect the freedom
of a nation.

If this war is truly a stand
against evil...

then let it stand for something.

If it is a war for the freedom of man...

why not give all men
a reason to fight it?

"All persons held as slaves...

"within any state
or designated part of a state...

"the people whereof
shall be in rebellion

"against the United States
shall be then..."

"...and henceforward shall be free."

Good morning.

Precious little one...

what's your name?

Willie.

And your father? What's his?

Abraham.

What a beautiful silver sword.

How is our little soldier faring?

I've never seen anything like it.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what ails your boy.

Abe.

Mary's calling for you.

I'm so sorry, Abraham.

Why didn't they take me?

Because they know...

it is a fate much worse than death.

Mary...

is inconsolable.

She says she doesn't want
to go on without him.

There is a way, Abraham.

You know that I can restore the dead.

Do it.

Do it.

Mary...

Do it!

Your journal...

the one you always
kept in your coat pocket...

I know I shouldn't have, Abe, but
I needed to know what you were hiding.

If what you say is true...

I beg you...

give us our little boy back.

Mary, he wouldn't be our little boy.

He would be something else,
something terrible.

Trust me, you don't want that.

You're asking me to trust you?

After you lied to me
for all these years.

I did it to protect you,
to protect our family.

And how did that work out?

You did this, Abe!

You did this!
You brought this on him!

You brought this on our boy!

Let me go to them.

Make a truce with Adam.

We must stop this war.
Willie's death is just the beginning.

Don't you dare say his name.

I warned you.

You didn't heed me.

How many more boys will have to die
before you listen to me?

These boys are dying in vain.

We should pull the troops back.

Abraham,
this war has cost us countless lives...

not to mention millions of dollars.

I thought we were going
to make this country great...

not tear it apart.

This is the only way
we can save the country now, Speed.

Send in troops.

Union troops are flooding
onto the field.

We are now outnumbered...

and ill-equipped compared to the North.

We will support you...

but you will need to support us.

No, thank you.

Rest assured, Mr. Davis...

you'll have as many of my kind
as you need.

Fire!

Fire!

Ready!

Aim!

Here they come!

Fire!

Why did they drop their rifles?

Fire!

It's the first day of Gettysburg.

It's been a disaster.

I don't think the army
can survive another.

If the rebels break through,
they'll be here... in days.

The generals think
we should evacuate Washington.

Run the war from New York or...

Boston, if need be.

You have to win this war.

If you don't, then all of it...

Then our son's death
will have been for nothing.

How can I win a war...

when I can't even protect my own family?

Our men have no way of defending
themselves against this enemy.

When our bullets are useless,
our bayonets are powerless as this fork!

This...

Will!

Speed!

This. This is what we need.

A fork.

Silver.

Okay, okay.

How much do we need?

All of it.

And why tell me this, Mr. Speed?

Why betray your friend?

He is my friend,
but I love this country even more.

And he, more than anyone, is responsible
for tearing this nation apart.

You've done the right thing.

I know.

32, 33, 34, 35...

That is a lot of silver, Abe.

Now, how are we going to
get all this there?

I'm sorry, Mary.

I'm sorry I've kept you in the dark
all these years.

I need you, Mary.

I've waited a long time
to hear you say those words.

I want you to leave Washington, Mary.

Miss Tubman,
please have some tea.

I very much appreciate you coming
to speak with me today.

Oh, yes.

Things have not been easy,
what with my...

The death of my son and the war.

I need to get out of Washington.

And I need a lot of help.

This war ends tonight.

And with it...

our millennia of darkness.

We have to do this on our own.

No one can know what's on that train.

If we don't get those weapons
to those boys at Gettysburg...

the war is over.

It's time we had a nation of our own.

Come...

we have a train to catch.

It's 80 miles from here to Gettysburg.

Eighty miles will decide whether
this nation belongs to the living...

or the dead.

Is everything all right, Speed?

I just can't believe
you're still writing in that book.

It's all in here, Speed.

The good with the bad.

What's this?

They're fleeing the nest.

Leaving Washington free for us.

Look at me.

I said look at me.

Leave her.

Don't want to miss this train.

Let's go.

Henry, what the hell are you doing here?

I just wanted to see
how far your foolishness would take you.

I don't have time to argue!

I didn't come here to argue with you.

I came here to tell you that
your dear friend Speed back there...

is a traitor.

He betrayed you, Abe.
Speed is leading you--

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

That's all according to plan.

You must get off this train.

No, you must get off this train.

This is not your war, Henry.

They're here, Abe.

A whole heap of them.

We can't let them stop this train.

You go through there
and you're dead.

Get out now,
it's your last chance.

Did you load that thing?

We've got to keep them
away from the locomotive.

Why don't you let him go, Lincoln?

Emancipate yourselves.

I will never follow you.

You don't have to follow me, Abe.

I have the train.

I have the silver.

Soon I'll have the whole country.

I'm going to destroy
the myth of Abraham Lincoln...

so that history will forever know you
not as a man...

but as a monster!

Lincoln set us up.

We've been tricked, Adam.

There is no silver on this train.

Abe!

Abe!

Abe!

Hello, Speed.

Where is the silver?

Silver?

Should be here.

Why did you lie to me?

To get you all in one place...

to finish you.

Speed?

No!

Mr. President!

There is nowhere left to run, Lincoln.

Where is it?

Where is the silver?

Right here!

Thank you, Henry.

I suppose some vampires can be trusted.

As can some men, Abraham.

If the train was a decoy...

where is the silver?

This isn't the only railroad.

A wise man once taught me...

always have a contingency plan.

Get me more!

Bayonets.
Bayonets for Springfield muskets.

Springfield muskets!

Five-pounders and grenades are in
the second wagon in the back.

Go now, go now.

Fire!

Four score and seven years ago...

our fathers brought forth
on this continent...

a new nation conceived in liberty...

and dedicated to the proposition...

that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged
in a great civil war...

testing whether that nation
or any nation...

so conceived and so dedicated...

can long endure.

It is for us, the living, rather...

to be dedicated here...

to the unfinished work
which they who fought here...

have thus far so nobly advanced.

It is rather for us
to be here dedicated...

to the great task remaining before us...

that from these honored dead we take
increased devotion to that cause...

for which they gave
the last full measure of devotion...

that we here highly resolve
that these dead...

shall not have died in vain...

and that this nation, under God...

shall have a new birth of freedom...

and that government...

of the people, by the people,
for the people...

shall not perish from the earth.

Our enemies have made their exodus.

Some back to Europe...

some to South America and the Orient.

They've seen that America shall
forever be a nation of living men...

a nation of free men.

We make rather a good team,
you and I.

One can't help but think of all the good
we could do if we had more time.

Limitless time.

Lincoln!

Yes, well, time waits for no man.

We're going to be late for the theatre.

Hold onto this for me, Henry.

Mary, darling...

have you seen my hat?

It's on your desk in the office.

Have you seen my hat?

Abraham, let me make you immortal.

Let us fight through the ages,
side by side.

Vampires are not
the only things that live forever.

History prefers legends to men.

It prefers nobility to brutality.

Soaring speeches to quiet deeds.

History remembers the battle...

and forgets the blood.

However history remembers me,
if it does at all...

it shall only remember
a fraction of the truth.

One more.

A guy only gets that drunk when
he wants to kiss a girl or kill a man.

So, which is it?