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It's the medical exam.
Apparently you never took it.

We shall attribute these
findings to Dr. Samuel Diggs.

I see you've been acquainted.

She wanted you to have this.

Is this merely a ploy
to obtain a medical deferment?

Do you know how proud I am that
you're facing up to your duty?

My brother, he is of the mind

that I did not need
to amputate his leg.

Strange coincidence,
you having two matters

to discuss with us.

My father has a strongbox
in his study.

I took the money.

Mr. Secretary, the British envoy
will be in my home.

I seek permission to lobby him.

Sorry, Mr. Green.

You cannot stay.

Fire!

You rebel bastard!

Soldier,
can you tell me where you are?

Hospital.

Very good.
Can you tell me your name?

No, sir.

Your regiment?

Regiment?

Who are you fighting with?

Very well, son. Rest.

He fights for every breath.

Whoever patched him up
did a hasty job of it.

We'll need to reopen the wounds,

find the obstruction
before he suffocates.

It's bad enough
he knows nothing of himself.

Must he also be the subject
of such morbid interest?

You brought him in?

Found him at Ox Hill.

Half the company marched
right over him

before we caught
his eyes moving.

Chantilly...
That was 10 days ago.

Doctors held him
at the field hospital

till he was strong enough
to make the trip here.

The doctors removed his uniform?

No, sir.

Found him in his top shirt
and drawers.

Rebs must have picked him clean.

Or Union men.

Is it not possible that this
poor boy is a Confederate?

Father, I have urgent business
to attend to.

Your business is our business,

and presently,
our business is here.

He's expecting to meet us all.

This is how you present yourself

to an envoy
of the British government?

I'm due at the hospital, Mother.

I'll change if you like.

That is a two-hour proposition
at best.

His lordship
will be down any minute.

Does a duke require a curtsey?

Not a duke, darling.
The son of a duke.

Then why must we call him lord?

It's very confusing.

The man came with more trunks
than a herd of elephants.

- How long is he staying?
- Only a week.

We have to share rooms
for a week?

With her snoring?

Well, at least my nose
doesn't whistle.

C sharp minor all night long.

You could tune a piano by it.

And you could benefit
from some watching over.

Indeed.

We'll discuss the money

missing from my strongbox
another time.

You think...

I would never steal
from my own family.

Good morning, Lord Edward.

On behalf of my wife
and our children,

I welcome you to our home.

Most kind.

And on behalf of the queen,

I am grateful
for your hospitality.

Breakfast awaits
in the dining room.

About our talk last evening...

Arranging a meeting
with your minister

at Washington City.

Yes, yes, yes.

Well, perhaps we could
discuss it

after I've taken in some action.

Tell me, how far
is the war from here?

I should like to see some of it.

I'm afraid there's currently
no fighting to be observed.

Well, apparently, I came

to the wrong place, then,
didn't I?

I'll take my tea with milk,
please, girl.

Your Lordship, you must forgive

our eldest
daughter's appearance.

She volunteers with the wounded.

Perhaps you would like a tour
of a proper Army Hospital?

Well, I suppose,

if there's no war to be seen,
then...

Well, then a few casualties

might be the next best thing?

Show me your wounded?

It appears to be a telegram,
sir, from a Colonel Ipson.

Dear old Ipso. An old friend.

What does he want?

It states that he will be
arriving today.

An issue with his toe, sir.

He fails to mention which one
but fears it must come off.

Aha!

What do you see, Miss Hastings?

It appears to be a flea, sir?

Indeed, it is.

But it is not the one
that bit me.

Terribly sorry, sir.

Colonel Ipson's toe, sir?

Yes. Right.

I would be most appreciative

if you would personally
oversee his care.

It would be
my great, great honor, Major,

to look after your dear friend.

And afterward, we will discuss

the future of your term
as head nurse.

Thank you, sir.
I will be doubly sure to...

Don't muck it up.

Yes, sir.

That is to say, no, sir.

Good day, sir.

Major McBurney
closed the school.

He says I encourage rebellion.

For teaching runaways
to tell time?

I might have made small mention

of a certain slave uprising
in Haiti.

You thought
he wouldn't find out?

You say that like I was wrong.

Miss Charlotte, there is a way
of doing things around here.

Two ways, in fact...
One for them and another for us.

Some of them are dying for us.

I know that is not
how you see it.

What I see or don't see
makes no difference.

Nothing's gonna change for us
until the killing is done.

I did not come here
to sit quiet.

I am behind on my work.

Yes, sir.

No, sir.

Yes, sir, no, sir,
yes, sir, no, sir!

We have to make a change
for ourselves,

or when this killing is done,

all we're gonna do
is change hands.

I fear what dark sin
I may have committed.

You wish to make a confession?

I know not what I've done,
but surely it was vile.

Why else would God
take me from myself?

Your memory is lost,
but your soul is intact.

God is not vengeful.

Then why has he done it?

I...

I-I cannot explain it.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, Chaplain.

I overheard you speaking
with that poor boy.

If there's something...
Anything I can do, I...

Pardon me.

The most luxurious hotel
in all of Alexandria.

Prior to the war, of course.

Note the finest
English wallpaper.

Yes.

William Woollams and Company.

Out of London.

The patt...

The pattern was a gift
for our wedding.

And, this is the grand ballroom,

where every New Year's,
we hosted the...

most elegant...

Pardon my asking,

have you any amputations
we might observe?

I hear you people have them down
to two minutes a limb.

None today, sadly.

Sorry.

Please, as you look
for your loved ones,

keep your voices to a whisper

and take care not to interfere
with the staff.

Excuse me, Matron.
This came for you by post.

All right, this way. Follow me.

Is he in a mood?

God, how do you drink that?

That man is positively
off his chump.

Nonetheless,
my desired commission

may finally be at hand.

I am most happy for you.
And now my own fate is at hand.

The surgeon's exam?

Yes, I have been summoned.
The results are in.

Then is it beyond your control.

Yes, indeed,
but... but listen, Anne.

If... If you could
give a word on my behalf,

it would...
It would not hurt my cause.

You are a gift physician, Byron.
Hold fast to that belief.

No matter what he says,

- always, always remember...
- I wonder what peculiar

sort of amputation it is...
an arm or a leg? That's him.

So sorry.

Lord Edward.

I heard rumors of your visit,

and now I've gone
and smashed straight into you.

Dreadful humiliation
and a unique honor.

The victory that your
great-great-great-grandfather

achieved against the French
at Fort Frontenac is a miracle

for which all we English
are eternally grateful.

Well, thank you, Miss...

Hastings. Anne Hastings.

Yes. Well, a pleasure
to have met you and...

If, Lord Edward,
you are ever missing home,

any evening,
such as, say, this one,

consider me on call to make you
a proper cup of tea.

I-I'm sorry, Miss Hastings.

Lord Edward must attend
a reception this evening

at Rush House.

In Washington City?

Indeed, indeed.
Therefore, I couldn't...

I have made that trip
many times,

if you should desire
fellow countrymen

to point out the local sights.

We've already agreed
to go as his guests.

It's a full carriage.

Perhaps another time, then.

Yes.

There are indeed
many sights to be seen.

My results, sir?

No. I expect them
this afternoon.

This is from
the Surgeon General's Office.

It seems Hammond
has taken a keen interest

in an autopsy you performed.

Good news, then.

That remains to be seen, Doctor.

Tell me...

why does Samuel Diggs' name
appear on this report?

And why is it listed
as Dr. Samuel Diggs?

Sir?

Did you allow a negro
to lay his hands

on a deceased white hero?

Certainly not.

That... That would be...

Career-ending, I would think.

I-I asked you
to clean the dead room

and to deliver
the autopsy report to the clerk.

But, you were, confused

and misunderstood my directive,

and... and,
without my knowledge,

you signed your own
name to the report,

which you recently
learned to write

at that school for contrabands.

Sir, the major will never
believe such a story.

He already might.

Pending your corroboration,
of course.

You told him?

And you want me to lie,

play the dumb negro.

- No one's suggesting that.
- I never asked for any of this.

- And I never said "dumb."
- I was only trying to help you.

And I was only trying
to show my gratitude.

Gratitude?

I'll be brought up on charges,
thanks to you!

Samuel...

I am very sorry, indeed.

You did me a great service
in a time of need.

But there's no reason both of us

should go over the cliff
for this.

And better you than I.

If you were honest,
you would admit

that I have much further
to fall.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

I's thought I's done

what Dr. Hale's told me
to be done,

but I's wrong, sir.

Will that explanation
be sufficient, Dr. Hale?

60 rounds in 30 seconds.

Now you let us do the talking.

Mr. Morton, we'd like to take

some of these guns
off your hands.

Yeah, and I'd like
to sell them to you...

except we already got 54
on order from the Union.

We can make you a better deal.

You three?

That's right.

Now, the Union shows up in
10 suits and a bottomless check.

And bottomless bureaucracy.

You sell to us,
we give you cash, up front.

We ain't got no up-front money.

Hush now. You had your turn.

What am I supposed to tell
the feds?

Production's hard.
Engineering must be precise.

The best lies are 99% true.

Chaplain.

Chaplain!

Forgive me for saying,

but I noticed
you're not your usual self.

Have you?

Us fellow travelers
on the path of the Lord

must look out for each other.

You seem to me a man
in a bare-knuckle scrap

with his calling.

Do I?

Perhaps I could offer
some wisdom from above.

Faith is firmly-ness
in what we hope for

and surely-ness
in what we cannot see.

Book of John, 'bout halfway in.

It's Hebrews, I believe.

Six of one.

Might I offer you some wisdom?

Lord made ears for hearing, sir.

Beware of practicing
righteousness

in order to be seen,

for you will have no reward
from your Father.

Poor boy can hardly speak

but always says please
and thank you.

If that doesn't mark him
as a Southern man, nothing will.

A tattoo.

Can you make it out?

Looks to be a whale.

Perhaps he's a fisherman.

Surely from a Northern
port town.

I would think that settles it.

A man's vocation
scarcely defines

what side he might fight for.

How is he doing?

While he sleeps, a debate rages
as to his loyalty.

What do you suspect?
Reb or Yank?

Does it make a difference
from such a man,

stolen from his family?

A wife, children perhaps?

One loss
he'll not have to suffer.

Can't miss a family
you don't know you have.

It's their loss
I was thinking of.

Miss Green, have the patient
moved to the surgical room.

Stomped upon by Delilah.

My horse.

Mashed it like a potato,
she did.

What a naughty steed.

It wasn't her fault.
I was shoeing her myself.

The head flew off the hammer,

struck a pot with a bang,
she reared up.

If anything's to blame,
it's this damn watch.

Came to me after my father
fell through the ice.

Came to him after his father
met with a lightning strike.

That's quite a curse.

Perhaps you ought to part
with it.

How could I?

If my mother were to find out,
she'd murder me.

Then we shall keep our curses
in perspective, as well.

You got a gift for cajolery,
Green.

That fella didn't
stand a chance.

Well, he was looking
for the right offer.

If he didn't want to sell,
he wouldn't have met with us.

And we got a load of rifles
collecting cobwebs in here.

It's time we put them
and this hell-maker to good use.

I say we start
movin' it all south.

Bad idea.

One of these guns ain't gonna
turn the tide of the war.

One's damn sure enough to send
a message to them blue devils.

And when those blue devils
find out we got it,

they'll close that factory,
and one is all we'll get.

He's right.

We build an arsenal,
hidden here, where it's safe.

When we got enough
to make a real difference,

we move it all at once.

Them niggers of yours
saw what we got here...

I took care of them.

How?

I said I handled it, didn't I?

Lord don't like a greedy man.

S-So we got the money
to pay for these eggs.

I don't see no money.

You know what they do
to thievin' niggers, don't you?

You thinking
about chasing it, boys?

Go right ahead.

Let me see a 7!

Come on, bones!

7. That's four straight.
I tell you, he's a blackleg.

What's your bluff, Bullen?

Divine providence, gentlemen.

When the Lord is on your side,
you cannot lose.

Good for twice that much?

Roll again.

Gentlemen,
the Lord thanks you in advance

for your generous tithe.

The money you are about to lose

will feed the hungry
and heal the infirmed.

Throw the damn bones.

Come on, here we go.

Plank up, Bullen.

I promise. I'm good for it.

- Come on, now.
- You'd better be.

Or the only thing you'll be
good for is a pine box.

You have until
this time tomorrow.

Shell fragments entered
from the left side,

passed through
at a downward angle.

Extensive damage
to the upper maxilla, mandible.

It's a miracle
he can speak at all.

Miss Green, please be more
frequent with the dry lint.

Yes, Doctor.

Too much saliva will be
injurious to our patient.

Yes, Doctor.

Look at that.

A fragment from the ramus
has broken off and reset akimbo,

constricting... the esophagus.

Mademoiselle Beaufort,

this is a surgical theater,
not an atelier.

Am I interfering?

That we are having
this conversation

is, by nature, an interference.

Kindly take your canvas
and absquatulate.

I asked you to depart.

You asked me to absquatulate.
I don't know what that means.

It means to depart.

Very well.
I'll only need one moment.

Are you jesting? Is she jesting?

I couldn't say, Doctor.

Seen and unheard,

if only you could be
an inspiration to the others.

No need to mock the girl.

That's enough.

I command all women
to vacate this room at once!

He doesn't mean me.

You as well, Miss Hastings. Out!

You'll be asleep any moment.

Afternoon, sir.

I'm here to see Mr. Green.

They both out, sir.

What time do you expect them?

Couldn't say, sir.

Shame.

We have some unfinished
business.

Well, I-if you leave your name,

I'll be sure to tell 'em
you come calling.

Or you and I could have a chat.

Mother, do you suppose
it's possible to die of boredom?

We'd have left you in your room

if we thought the lock
could hold you.

I did not steal that money.

Perhaps it was Belinda.

Do not deflect suspicion
on others, darling.

It is unladylike.

It did not go well?

It did not go at all.

I cannot secure an introduction
to the minister.

It seems his lordship
is intent on seeing action

of one sort or another,
as is the minister.

In one hour,
we will be on our way back home.

I fear any hope we have
of an alliance with the British

is drawing to a close.

Where do you think you're going?

To help father with the British.

Two years
at the Young Ladies Institute,

my wiles will not be outdone
by some Yankee slommack.

I fear we have unleashed
a monster, my dear.

You don't know the half of it.

You are late, Doctor.

My apologies.

I had other patients
to attend to.

If only I were able to luxuriate

in my great-great-great-
grandfather's wealth and renown.

No need to be trivial.

Thank you for making the time.

The patient is prepared
for surgery.

Please keep in mind that my
future depends on the outcome,

so please make it
swift and painless.

Swift and painless?

Yes, swift and painless.

Tricky, the little ones.

But everything
seems to be in order.

Naturally.

I have attended
to every detail myself.

Indeed, you have.

There's just one minor
complication.

Minor? Really, Byron?

Must you be so coy?

The chloroform was administered
15 minutes ago.

This patient is soon to wake.

No, this patient is deceased.

That clock is an heirloom, sir.

Miss Green don't much like
folks' fingers on it.

Please, pick a seat.

Miss Green don't like the help

sittin' on the furniture.

Miss Green has a lot of rules.

How long have you been with her?

Since I was born, sir.

We go back
to Miss Green's mother's side.

A slave.

I's paid now, sir.

Do you know who I am?

No, sir.

My name is Pinkerton.
I work for Mr. Lincoln.

Yes, that Lincoln.

What do you think
of our president?

I don't know the man, sir.

You know he's fighting
this war to end slavery.

That's what they say.

Some people
want to kill him for it.

If that should happen,
the next president

might decide to make peace,
send back the runaways.

Would you like that?

Go back the way things were?

No. Nor would I.

It's my job to make sure
that doesn't happen.

Tell me...

do you know this man?

No, sir.

I found it
in a dresser upstairs.

Miss Emma don't like people

lookin' around
in her dresser, sir.

I never said it was her dresser.

Servants see everything,
don't they?

Carry all those secrets
to the grave.

It's a devotion I respect.

I have no intention of bringing
grief upon the Greens.

I merely want to find this man.

And do you know why?

So that things don't go back
the way they were.

I love these children, sir,
like they's my own.

And I couldn't bear bringing
no trouble on this family.

I know that.

I only want Stringfellow.

Mr. Green, I do so admire
your audacity...

To be here,
conducting diplomacy,

all the while
surrounded by the enemy.

I do not see these men
as my enemy, Mr. Stuart.

We are merely
estranged brethren.

To borrow from Mr. Lincoln,

I only hope to restore unity
to a house divided.

A magnanimous position, indeed.

But what now
of the issue of slaves?

You know
where my government stands.

Make its eventual end
a condition of your support.

By degrees, of course.

It's a matter of autonomy.

And pride. Pride, Mister Green.

America never could stand
being told what to do.

The whole bloody country
was predicated upon it.

But do you mean to tell me
that you will take up

this matter
with your government?

Respiration is normal.

Be sure the dressings
remain fresh and...

Continue with the dry lint,
Doctor?

Indeed.

He is not to speak
more than is necessary.

The sutures could open.

Same goes for chewing.

Will he require his meals
through a gum catheter?

Yes.

Milk punch?

Precisely.

Initiative, self-reliance.

You are very suddenly coming
into these qualities.

Thank you, Dr. Foster.

I apologize
for snapping earlier.

Though it is customary
here in America

to not interrupt a surgeon
during a procedure.

How quickly the apology
is withdrawn.

Then I am doubly sorry.

I was merely suggesting...

You single me out,

yet there were
other nurses there...

Whom I do not smell.

That also came out wrong.

We have a history, you and I.

I am constantly writing
the next chapter,

attempting to predict
my future course.

Your perfume draws my mind
to the question

when my focus
is required elsewhere.

You mean to say that
you are uncertain about us?

It is amazing how hard
you must work

not to say what you mean.

Is your subject
amongst these men?

He is.

You mean to say that...

that is him?

It is how he may have looked.

Drawn from your imagination.

Along with precise observations

of facial muscle
and bone structure,

such as I collected
during your surgery.

What you call
"the interruption."

You wish to identify him?

That is the hope.

The chloroform
may have been impure.

The patient must have had

a negative
physiological response.

Clearly.

I'm so sorry, sir.

This was an unforeseen
circumstance.

What you call circumstance
I call woeful negligence.

Sir, in my many years
as a nurse...

A man hobbles in on a bad toe
and leaves in a pine box?

You are not a nurse.
You are an undertaker.

Your career is finished.

I meant to use that money
for good, I did.

What's the matter?
The Lord sees all.

The Lord gaveth
and the Lord tooketh,

and now I must repenteth.

The Lord giveth again?

Samuel, this is simply
incredible.

Hinges at the ankle,
can take a shoe.

Better than crutches.

With some practice,
your brother could achieve

a more natural step.

I don't know what to say.

Well, I can't take
all the credit.

Borrowed the design
from a man called Hanger.

Said to be
the first amputee of the war.

- A soldier inventor?
- And a reb at that.

Rebel-inspired.

Ezra will be pleased to hear it.

You've been
in the shadows too long.

We must make
your presence felt here.

Actually, Dr. Foster,

I'll likely be heading
back home soon.

Home? But why?

Time to move on.

As you look for your loved ones,

please try not to disturb
the patients.

Pardon me, Sister.

I have thus far been delicate
in my attempt to speak with you.

Now I'll be direct.

I have a right to know
why you ignore me.

Yes, Miss Green, you do.

When I was young,
I caused the death of a boy...

out of rage,
vengeance... weakness.

I swore that I would
never harm another soul

as long as I breathed.

What happened at the river,
it wasn't your fault.

I made a vow to God,
which I broke because of...

because of my weakness for you.

Is that what I am to you?
A weakness?

Yes?

A moment.

Well?

These arches,
they protrude too far.

Thusly, the skin might be drawn
too high around the eyes.

Making the face too wide.

Yes. I shall refine it.

I was thinking
about the night we met.

Dinner at Les Ambassadeurs,
walking the Seine...

vowing to cross every bridge
before sunrise.

And how familiar we felt.

Yet hours before,
you were unknown to me.

It was...

Unique.

Yes.

I'm sorry
I did not appreciate it then.

Is that an apology
or a confession?

Which would you prefer?

- Excuse me, Dr. Foster.
- Yes.

Major McBurney
would like to see you.

Gentlemen.

Dr. Foster, I hold you,
as executive officer,

personally responsible
for this debacle.

Sir, I wrote my name
on that report.

If there is blame to be had,
it rests on me...

The fault is mine, sir.

Samuel faithfully assisted me
in the procedure

and, I might add,
made the observation

that led
to its singular finding.

I-I thought it fitting
he should receive some credit.

So if anyone is to blame...

It is I.

Major, Dr. Hale and Samuel
are protecting me.

I'm the one
who altered the report.

But why?

For my own benefit, sir.
And yours.

I fail to see how this falsehood

benefits me
in any way whatsoever.

Shall I elaborate?

By all means.

The report was a ruse,

meant to bolster
Mr. Diggs' standing

in his application
to medical college...

where he has not
only been accepted

but where his keen intellect

makes him a singularly
valuable commodity

to influential abolitionists

willing to write influential
letters on our behalf.

For me, a clerkship
for my slow-witted nephew Percy

onto the high court.

For you...

a ticket out of this flea trap
and back into the fight,

where your talents
may be more fruitfully applied.

A bit Machiavellian, no?

Well, Samuel,
I hope you will make

a good impression
and reflect the confidence

we all have in you.

I most certainly will, sir.

If...

you agree to reopen
the contraband school.

I fail to see
how the two are connected.

They're both charitable
endeavors, sir,

united only by the patronage
of a bold, courageous leader.

I believe he means you, sir.

Very well,
soon-to-be-doctor Diggs.

Make us proud and all that.

Thank you, sir. I'll do my best.

Apparently, we are
going to Medical College.

We?

Since I must make a trip home

to deliver your leg
to my brother,

I shall accompany you.

Now all I have to do is find
a school that will accept you.

Sir, I was wondering
if you have received my...

Passed with flying colors.

That is...
That is most excellent...

But I do not care
for you, Dr. Hale.

And so I have requested
your immediate transfer

to Drum Barracks,
a remote, dusty outpost

in Santa Monica, California.

Santa... Where is that, sir?

Think Hell, only drier.

You're going to the edge
of the Earth, Dr. Hale.

To the edge of the Earth!

Matron. Are you all right?

A letter from my son's
commanding officer.

That's never good.

I've been
carrying it around all day

because I didn't have
the courage to open it.

Would you?

"Dear Madam,
it is with great sympathy"

I must report the death

of your beloved son
Lieutenant Declan Brannan,

who fell heroically after
leading his men into battle.

Surely no words
can assuage your grief,

yet I pray some solace
may be found

in the thanks
of his fellow soldiers

"and of the republic
he died to save."

I know my son.

Please give me the truth.

"Lieutenant Declan Brannan
suffered a mortal injury..."

"after falling from a wagon

while attempting to evade
capture by Union guards."

"after absconding
from a supply depot"

with a large quantity
of medicinal alcohol,

by which, it is presumed...

"he become thoroughly
intoxicated."

I'm so sorry, Matron.

Is there anything I can do?

Please, give us your flask.

Miss Hastings...

I see everything
that happens in this hospital.

Everything.

It will be nice to have
the house to ourselves,

if only for a day.

The whole Green clan.

Welcome home.

What are you doing
in my home at this hour?

Well, discussing
the disappearance

of Captain Van Der Berg.

Yes, curious thing.

A man disappears into thin air
and no one has a clue?

The only curious thing
is the rug...

The recently missing rug

from the recently missing
captain's room.

We had to dispose of it.

For what purpose?

Fleas.

Funny.

Your servant said it was mold.

Yes, Belinda had plenty to say.

We had quite a lengthy visit.

Either she is lying
or you are, Mrs. Green.

Anyone care to explain
the discrepancy?

You should know that silence,
in this case,

is as good
as an admission of guilt.

If you've got your admission,
then arrest us,

or else get out of my house.

Only enough space
in the saddle for myself.

Next time, I'll bring a wagon
for the whole family.

Good night, dear.
Thank you for the tea.

You killed that Yankee
in this house, didn't you?!

The man was a savage.

He attempted to violate
your sister.

And you kept it secret? From me?

To protect you.

Father's being polite.

We don't trust you.

Speaking of trust,
should we really be having

this conversation
in front of her?

Belinda, how you could you?

Maybe she wanted to get rid
of us after stealing that money.

Don't be ridiculous!

Tell the truth, Belinda.
Did you take it?

I took the money.

I needed it to hire teamsters

to help carry the wounded
back from the field.

The field? What field?

The battlefield?

You went out there alone
with soldiers...

She was not alone!

She was with a man of God.

Well, well,
if I'm not the black sheep,

I hardly know what I'll be.

She meant well,
and she returned safely, James,

and that is what matters.

You knew of this and lied to me.

I did not want to worry you.

What do I possibly
have to worry about?

One girl is a conniving spy,

the other
is a Union-loving thief!

I am not a thief!

Helping the wounded
is God's work.

The next time God needs $500,
tell him to ask!

$500?

I only took $30.

Why let all that money sit there
when it can be put to good use?

You stole from my business?

Your business?

Who do you think's
been running things?

It's my name on the building!

Maybe, but now, when people
come to see Mr. Green,

they're coming to see me.

Belinda, get my laudanum
from upstairs.

Get it yourself.

I only ever tried to keep
you people out of trouble.

But you all too good
at bringing it on yourselves.

Santa Monica?

Apparently even more dreadful
than it sounds.

I will not go quietly.

Nor would I.

So it's agreed?

We must destroy that madman
before he destroys us.

Matron Brannan?

Just a littler ditty
I used to sing to my boy.

What do you need?

I would like a room.

But you already have
a room, Miss Green,

in your very large,
very comfortable house.

Here.

I'd like a room here.

This is where I belong.

Your ma will miss you.

Please step softly, as many
of our patients are sleeping.

You know this man?

My husband.

Where have you traveled from?

Our home, near Ox Hill.

We heard wounded crying out.

He left to bring them water.

I begged him to stay...

Your husband is not a soldier?

We are Quaker people.

Matthew 5:9 says
"blessed are the peacemakers."

Solomon?

Solomon, I'm here.

I'm here, Solomon.

Darling...

Darling, I'm here.

I don't know what to say.

How did this happen?

McBurney had a change of heart.

Just like that?

Dr. Foster has a way with words.

You have him to thank for it.

I'll be sure of it.

What are you thinking?

I'm only glad
that you are happy.

You are peculiar, Mr. Diggs.

In the whole time
I've been here,

I have not known you to smile.

Suppose I haven't had much
to smile about...

until now.

I have a confession.

I chose Mansion House
because I knew you were here.

You suspected it, yes?

I'm glad you came, nonetheless.

Well, that's kind of you to say.

Though I'm not so sure
that is how you feel.

I feel many things.

I will be leaving
in the morning.

Didn't think to tell me sooner?

I have just decided.

You have not chosen
your future course,

so I must choose mine.

Would you like to come in?

For old times' sake?

She doesn't need to know.

I think it best if I didn't.

No more bridges to cross?

What happened between us...

if things
would have been different then,

who knows what may have been?

Do not make the same mistake
with her.

I wish you a safe journey home.