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Go!

Thomas!
Nancy, look out!

Yah!

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Come on!
Aah!

Come on, Nancy.
Come on!

Pa?

Sorry, Abe.
I couldn't do it.

You'll have to...

Pa?

Pa!

Pa?

I love you.

Aah!

Mr. President, she's at it again.

Father, you're going to be killed.

I'm in no danger, Mother.

They hate you, Abraham.

Why must you go to that awful place?

Because the battle of
Gettysburg was significant,

and it must be recognized.

I don't see why.

Mary, there were 50,000 casualties.

Now, the dedication of that
mass grave

is an event I must attend.

I've been asked to speak.

What is there of use to say

over the bodies of dead young men?

It's my belief that our
victory there

was a turning point in the war.

I wish to deliver a message

of unification and hope.

Hope? You?

You are the most melancholy man

I've ever known, Mr. Lincoln.

Perhaps so.

Mr. President?

Secretary Stanton is
waiting for you downstairs.

All right.

Fret not, My Dear.

You'll have me underfoot
for many years to come.

What's the news, Edwin?

From what we can gather so far,

Operation Big Shanty was a failure.

Of the 30 men we sent,

only one, a Captain Eckert,
has survived,

and he's apparently gone mad.

How so?

He's telling stories
of walking dead men,

cannibalism.

Insane, clearly.

Walking dead men?

Are they Union or Confederacy?

Both, he says, or neither.

I don't know.

Who controls the fort?

It's uncertain.

No, we must control Fort Pulaski.

I've been weighing our options.

Grant is still at Vicksburg.

We could have 1,000 troops on site

in just a few days.

No, we don't know what they'd
be facing.

We don't know how many Rebels
still guard the fort.

We can't send more men till
we understand what happened.

I must speak with this
wounded officer.

There's a small wrapped
parcel in my closet.

Would you fetch it for me, please?

Mr. Secretary,
this is Major John McGill,

an old friend of mine.

Lately, he and my wife
share the notion

that I am in some danger,

and he insists on
accompanying me at all times.

I think you're putting yourself

in some danger now, Mr. President.

I must see for myself, then.

I believe there is some risk, Sir.

Dr. Mullenhoff leads the
medical team

here at Jefferson Bunker.

It's an honor to meet you, Mr. President.

How's our patient?

He hasn't responded to any treatment,

and his condition worsens by
the hour.

He's losing the ability
to communicate verbally

and growing more violent.

I'm afraid we've had to
restrain him.

I see.

This way, Gentlemen.

Do you know who I am, Captain Eckert?

What happened?

Where's the rest of your patrol?

They're...
Dead.

They're all dead.

You are the only survivor?

They...
They killed everyone.

Who, the Rebels?

You faced Confederates
in open battle?

No, no. No.

They're dead, too.

Then who did you encounter?

So...
So m-m-many of them.

From everywhere.

They took us and b...

Bit.. Bit us and... And...

They... Ate.. Ate...

I don't understand, Captain.

Then they ate our flesh!

They could not be killed,

but they tore us to pieces.

What could have done that to
a man?

What sort of a sickness or a poison?

Could the Rebels have
developed a weapon

that robs men of their very souls

and turns them into demented cannibals?

This is not the work of the Confederacy.

Then what are we facing?

Mr. Secretary,
has the New Secret Service

Enough men trained for a mission?

Just barely.

Good.

Ready 12 men for a mission

Behind enemy lines.

Sir?

We must send a small team

to Fort Pulaski

to determine exactly what happened

to Operation Big Shanty.

We must discover

how widespread this infection is.

We must locate those missing men,

and we must capture that fort

if it is within the realm of possibility.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

If Eckert's affliction
is what I think it is,

it must be brought under control

before it spreads,
which it does very quickly.

If it spreads too far,

it can decimate the population.

And if the population learns
of it,

it would spread a panic,

which would be just as deadly.

You mean to send 12 agents
behind enemy lines

against an army of God knows
how many men,

sickened as Eckert was?

I do.

Who would lead such a suicide mission?

I will,
and I know just the men to do it.

Doctor, look!

Stay here, Mr. President.

Captain Eckert!

Captain Eckert,

we desire only your recovery
and well-being, Sir.

Captain Eckert, stand down.

I do not wish to shoot you.

Edwin, is your sword just for
show, or is it sharp?

Sharp and ever ready, Mr. President.

Good man.
Get me my parcel from the carriage.

Mr. President!

Now you see what we're up against.

Now, with Major McGill taken
from us..

No, you can't go.
It's impossible.

You said yourself it
was a suicide mission.

How can I ask another man
to go in my place?

You're needed here leading
the war effort.

The fate of the nation
hangs in the balance.

You believe me, Edwin.

The fate of the nation

hangs on the success of this mission.

What would be the point
of preserving a union

populated only by people like Eckert?

Yes, but..

Look, I possess unique knowledge

of the affliction which took Eckert.

I am uniquely suited to lead
the mission.

What you're saying
stands against all reason.

Imagine 100 men like Eckert.

Now imagine 1,000,
women and children, too,

all the same.

Doesn't that stand against reason?

You'll spread a story
about where I am

and what I'm doing.

No one is to know that
I've left the capital,

not even Mary Todd.

Yes, Sir.

All right.
We need to leave as soon as possible.

Have the conductor
stop the train just ahead.

This is as far
as we can travel by train.

Our men will have disabled
the tracks

on further ahead.

From here, we're on foot.

Let's stop here for a briefing.

Gentlemen, I presume you all know

of the Anaconda Plan,
our blockade of the South,

to deny her access to ships
and trade.

Thanks to General Grant's
victories in Tennessee,

we have near control
of the Mississippi River.

We've been effectively
starving the Confederacy

of needed arms and supplies.

However, the blockade must expand

if victory's to be ensured

with minimum destruction
and loss of life.

Now, Fort Pulaski

lies on a key trading point
along the Savannah River

on the Georgia Coast.

It's an area of tremendous
tactical importance.

And Operation Big Shanty
was a covert mission

to infiltrate and capture
that fort

without the need of a large force.

However, the mission
was a failure at best.

Quite possibly, it was a disaster.

So it's a search and rescue mission

That we're on then, Mr. President?

Something like that.

Truthfully, Gentlemen,

I hold out little hope of
recovering our lost troops,

but I aim to learn exactly
what fate befell them,

and to complete their mission,
God willing,

because their aim was a
crucial one.

Fort Pulaski must be captured.

To our fallen comrades.

Hear, hear!

And to the success of our mission.

Hear, hear!

What do you think of our
fearless leader?

It's an honor to be riding

with the President of the
United States.

True enough.

But did you vote for him?

I was a Douglas man myself.

But still, he's the President.

And if anyone can hold
the nation together,

he can.

I wonder if he's up to the task.

If there's a braver man,

more strongly held to his convictions,

I haven't met him.

You want a leader?

I'd follow Lincoln straight
to Hell.

You'll probably get the chance,
My Boy.

I'm not your boy.

1... 2... 3.

Halt!

Who goes there?

Stand fast.
Identify yourself.

Aah!

Aah!

Mr. President..

Sir, how could you?

The noise must have attracted them.

Get those gates closed!

I'll do it, Sir.

Shoot 'em in the head.

The head!

Hey! Hey!

What's wrong with these men?

Come on. Got you.

How is he?

It's not too bad.

The bullet passed through.

Didn't break any bones.

Is he otherwise injured?
Bitten? Scratched?

No, not that I can see.

Good.

Look, are any of you men injured?

Hmm? We must know.

You bitten? Scratched?

Any of their blood get in
your mouth or eyes

during the fight? Hmm?

Very well.
You see that it stays that way.

We must secure the fort.

The gate is in clear
sight of the Rebels.

We can't get to it.

Then we find the Rebels.

Sir, in regards to Dunbar..

After. Let's get those Rebels.

Chamberlin, Shaw, Wilkinson, stop.

You three with me.

Brown, secure those gates.

Go!

Good Lord.

What demon's work is this?

Let's go.

Nothing.

Where are the others?

I believe I saw them
enter at the Northeast.

All right.
Let's go.

Up ahead.

You there, show yourselves.

I say, surrender yourselves.

We have you trapped,
and you cannot escape.

Drop your weapons.
Surrender or we will fire.

Identify yourselves.

I am Thomas Jonathan Jackson.

Rank of General in the
Army of the Confederacy.

General Jackson?

Stonewall Jackson?

I am he.

It is an honor to meet you, Sir.

Well, be that as it may, General,

at this time, you must surrender.

Or die where you stand.

I do not surrender this
facility to you,

and I'll happily die
defending it.

So be it.

General Jackson.

Hey, we've secured the..

Mr. Chamberlin, that's enough.

General, I do not wish

to see further blood spilled today.

You are outnumbered, Sir.

Will you please stand down?

Abraham Lincoln.

I had indeed hoped to meet you,

albeit under different circumstances.

Empty.

General, might I ask how you
came to be in this place?

You may ask, Sir, but at the moment,

the far greater question is

how will you answer

for the murders you have
committed this day?

Murder?

Indeed.
I personally witnessed

you slaying two unarmed
Confederate Soldiers

mere moments ago.

They entered this fort
seeking shelter,

and you cut them down.

Quite literally, I might say,

with that slave tool
hidden in your overcoat.

General, you know as well as
I do

Those men were no longer
members of the Confederate Army.

I dare say,
they were no longer men.

You lie. They were sick,
requiring medical treatment.

One of them was an officer.

Under the rules of..

You will watch your tone
with the President, Sir.

And you will watch
your tone with the General.

Stay your hand, Mr. Chamberlin.

At the moment,
we face a common enemy

far greater than ourselves,

whether the General
wishes to admit it or not.

Why don't we kill
these Greybacks now?

Mr. Brown, am I not
destroying my enemies

when I make friends of them?

No, Sir.

You destroy them when you
kill them.

We must preserve our ammunition.

We must attempt to sway
the General and his men.

They may yet come to see

the wisdom of our
position on the matter.

We will not.

Those men merely required
medical treatment.

Indeed, we have one secured
right now.

You have one?

He's protected,
under lock and key.

Well, be that as it may,

the first order of business

is to secure this fort
against further intrusion.

General, you and your men

can aid us in that effort.

We'll not cooperate with the enemy

under any circumstance.

Well, suit yourself.

Mr. Pinn, you'll secure the prisoners.

Gentlemen, let us not mince words.

We find ourselves in
precarious straits,

and we must carefully plot
our course of action.

We should leave this place.

We can't just run away.
Why not?

We're on a mission.

The hell with the mission.

I say we leave the Rebels to
their fate.

Get ourselves to safety.

That isn't possible.

We don't even know

how many of those
sick men are out there.

They act like zombies.

Like what?
Zombies.

A Bantu Word I learned
form my mother.

Zombies were corpses

brought back to life by magic.

But they were only used
as slaves.

They weren't like this.

I, too, prefer regular slaves,

thank you kindly.

We should get some help.

How do you propose we do that?

Might not there be a telegraph
office in town?

At the train station?

Unless it's already been disabled.

But still, Mr. Pike,
that's a bad idea.

Now you, Agents Hopkins,
Wilkinson, shaw and I

will undertake the journey to town.

The rest of you stay here
and keep this fort secure.

Might I watch the prisoners instead?

I'd like to join you, Mr. President.

Mr. Brown, I believe

you shall have ample opportunities

to fight "Zombies."

But for the moment,

this is how I would like
to divide our forces.

Mr. Hawkins,
you'll relieve Mr. Kearny

on prisoner watch.

Now, Men, we must do our work

in utmost silence.

The slightest noise,
including gunfire,

will awaken them from their
standing slumber,

bringing danger and death.

So what are your plans after
the war?

I'll return to the stage
in all likelihood.

You're an actor?

I've done a bit, yes.

Come from a long line, actually.

Well, that seems like an interesting
line of work for a man.

You have no idea.

Hey.

Damn.
This isn't promising.

perhaps the device still functions.

Pike.

Pike.

John!

Help! John!

Help!

Stop!

Wilkinson, where's Pike?

He's dead.

They got him.
They came from nowhere.

How many?

More. There's more coming!

Mr. President!

Go!

Is there anyone there?

Let us in, damn it!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Oh!

How bad is it?

Just my leg. Buckshot.

Please hold your fire.

We mean you no harm.

We entered your home

seeking only temporary shelter.

We knocked before we broke
down your door.

We thought the town was
completely abandoned

save these unfortunate souls

who wander the streets.

It's good to find others

who managed to stay safe from infection.

Will you not speak?

Perhaps we can join forces.

Please lower your weapons.

Lower yours first.

You'll stop right there

if you know what's good for you.

We come in peace.

Abe?

Yes, I am Abraham Lincoln.

Mary? Mary Owens.

Could it really..

Mother!

After all these years,

you come into my house
expecting shelter?

I didn't know you settled in Savannah.

Wait.
You know each other?

You know the President?

One of my men needs medical attention,

the result of your excellent aim.

Bring him down.
I'll see to it.

Mother?

Mother, will you explain?

I was about your age,

visiting your late Aunt Betsy
in New Salem.

I met a young man and we fell
in love.

It was all rather magical.

When I went home, we wrote letters.

In one of the letters, he said

if I returned to New Salem,

he'd marry me,

so I did.

I remember the story.

When you got there,

he never spoke again of marriage,

but he instead wrote you a letter

setting you free.

Of course, I did not
wish to be set free,

but he gave me little choice
in the matter.

And he was the man?

But he's not..

No, no, My Dear.

You're a bit too young for that.

I'd never lie to you
about the provenance

of your own birth.

Oh, this isn't so bad.

I'll have him cleaned up in
no time.

Abe, this is my daughter Sophia.

And that lovely creature is Annika.

They both work for me here.

Or they did before all this began.

And that fine young man is Teddy.

Theodore Roosevelt, Mr. President,

from New York.

Teddy was separated from
his family in the panic,

so we took him in.

I'm John Wilkinson, Ma'am.

This here's Mr. Shaw,

and that's Mr. Hopkins

bleeding on your fine oak floor.

It's nice to meet you boys.

Why'd you stay?

My carriage was stolen
as we were preparing to leave.

I thought we'd just hold out
until help arrived.

Are you the help?

About as much as you can expect.

The rest of my men are
holding Fort Pulaski.

We should evacuate to there

as soon as you're
finished with Mr. Hopkins.

And how do you propose

we get past the unfortunates?

Is there another way out
beside the front door?

A back door on the alley.

How you fixed for ammunition?

We won't go down without a fight.

All right. All right.

Mr. Shaw,
you and I will create a diversion

at the front door that will
attract the zombies

and allow the rest to escape
out the back.

Yes, Mr. President.

Can you make it, Mr. Hopkins?

We have women and children
to protect now.

I shall rise to the occasion,
Mr. Wilkinson.

Nobody needs to protect me.

I can take care of myself.

I'm sure you can, Young Man.

I'm sorry we don't have
a spare weapon for you.

Here. As you go,

walk softly...

And carry this big stick.

May I have the honor

of walking beside you, Miss Annika?

All right, then.

Soon as I get Mr. Hopkins
bandaged, we can go.

Mr. Wilkinson will lead you
directly to the fort.

We'll meet you there.

Fret not, Miss Owens.

I rarely do, Mr. Lincoln.

There they are.
Let's go!

Aah!
Get off her!

Mr. Shaw!

Mr. Shaw!

Come along, all of you!

Ready the gate!
Ready the gate!

They're coming!

Aah! Mother!

Mother!

Abe, hurry!

No!
Aah!

Come on! Hurry!

Too late for her!
Run!

No!
She can't come in, Boys.

She's been bitten.

Hurry up!

Now!

Unnnhh!

No!

No!

Go to help them.

Go, go, go!

Everyone's inside!

Unnh!

You had no right!

No right to do that!

How could you do that?

There's no hope at all for them?

There's none.

Where's Pike?

He... He didn't make it.

And you?

It's just buckshot.
I swear.

They didn't get me.

She shot me.

A lady's got a right
to protect herself.

And the mission?

The telegraph had already
been destroyed

when we got there.

What's your plan, Abe?

I wish I had one.

I have no way of knowing

the total number of zombies,

as Mr. Brown calls them.

We have few men,

dwindling supplies,
and a lack of time.

Mary...

This epidemic must be contained.

There's nothing of use in
this fort?

Nothing that we've thus far located.

I question his judgment.

I do.

Mark your words carefully, Mr. Wilkinson.

Either he lied to us,

or he had no idea what we
would face

upon our arrival here.

We came woefully unprepared.

We have our training and our wits.

Certain death awaits us at
every turn,

and yet he finds the time

to take up with a...

A pair of whores.

He makes a good point.

At ease, Mr. Kearny.
General, I..

Mr. Lincoln, I must
strenuously object

to the presence of a
fallen woman in my fort.

Miss Owens is an old friend
of mine, General Jackson.

Be that as it may,

it is an affront to decorum

and a challenge to discipline..

Now, I would say that we have

more serious challenges
facing us

than the question of
a woman's repute, General.

In fact,
I've come to speak to you

on that very subject.

Now, will you sit?

Now, our recent sortie
has put into stark terms

the situation with we're faced.

We cannot remain in this
place indefinitely,

and simply leaving is not a possibility.

What we need to do

is to kill all these zombies.

Zombies? Well, that sounds
like slave talk to me, Sir.

These unfortunate people
were soldiers,

some of them Confederate heroes.

Some may be civilians,

but all have a right to live.

They are already dead.

They are simply unaware of
the fact.

No, they..

They're ill.

Let's go visit your prisoner.

No cure, there's no hope.

Worst of all, there's no
chance for a peaceful death.

From the moment of infection,

you have perhaps 24 hours.

Then conversion's complete

and you're driven to spread
the disease

till your body cCeases to function.

This is pure speculation.

You have no idea..

I have every idea, General.

I've faced this peril before.

I was a mere boy of nine, in indiana.

The sickness invaded our town,

ravaged our community.

No reason for it,

no explanation we could see.

Myths and rumors,

everything from infected meat
to black magic,

But no real answers.

Good people,

friends,

family members,

all came under the curse.

After much bloodshed,

we eradicated the disease.

At least, I thought we had...

Until two days ago

when a man returned from
this fort thus infected.

The disease spreads quickly
and mercilessly.

The only way to defeat it

is to kill every infected person.

There's no other way.

Noise attracts the creatures,

so while a gunshot to the
head is effective,

it draws more.

Perfect aim can be difficult
to achieve

under stressful circumstances.

Beheading them is far safer.

General, do you have
any swords or blades

or other tools secreted
here in this fort, Sir?

Mr. Lincoln, if I had
a mobile guillotine,

I would not inform you of it's presence.

You are my enemy, Sir,

and I shall not aid you

in your inhuman endeavor.

That is unfortunate, Sir.

I could use your help.

Besides, your people are
just as much at risk as mine.

Mr. President, I have a suggestion.

Over the past few months,

I've come to know this town
quite well.

There's a plantation
about a mile from here

wth many of the implements

of the kind you just described.

We could go collect these

and fashion them into weapons.

What's your name, Corporal?

Pat Parrett, Sir.

And you'd work alongside
Union Men on such a mission?

I would.
I believe this crisis

is bigger than matters
which divide us.

In the end, we are all Americans.

Very well.
Come with me.

Go back out there?
That's insanity.

What makes you think

you can trust the Greyback,
Mr. President?

I believe him to be
a man of his word.

I will not put my life

in the hands of Johnny Reb.

Nor I.
Nor I.

I would go with you, Sir,

but I don't think
I'd be much use to you.

I see.

Well, who will come along
on this mission?

Sophia and I will join you, Abe.

As will I.

And I hope that we do run
into a bunch of them zombies

so I can run 'em back to Hell.

Your enthusiasm not withstanding,
Mr. Roosevelt,

with any luck we won't
encounter any.

All right, then.

There's no time to spare.

If I may, Miss.

Silence is best, Mr. Shaw.

Yes, but I was wondering,

how did you come to find yourself

in this circumstance?

You refer to zombie hunting
or prostitution?

Oh, I only meant, uh...

It's the only remunerative work

available for women
like my mother and me,

especially around here.

The world doesn't look too
kindly upon an unmarried woman

and her bastard daughter, Mr. Shaw.

I don't mean to judge you, Sophia.

They never do.

Perhaps if we survive this ordeal,

I could call upon you someday.

The tools will be in the barn.

Now, remember, step carefully

and quietly.

Wait till they attack us.

Looks like they're sleeping.

Count your blessings.
They don't.

Hyah!

No! The noise!

Mr. President.

Thought you could use some help.

Good men!

Let's go!

Go! Go! Go!

Open the gates.
They're coming.

How does it...

I mean, how do you feel?

It's like...
A fog is descending.

Or more like spreading
from my very center.

Is there much pain?

It's no worse than childbirth.

Mary...

I lack words to express
my sorrow to you.

Not only for your current
condition, of course,

but for my actions
so many years ago.

I loved you.

I love you still.

I've never cared for another
as I have for you.

Never.

I was young and foolish

and I accepted questionable counsel.

The truth was,
I felt unworthy of you.

I do not ask for your forgiveness.

But I give it freely, Abraham.

That is most kind of you.

Shall I tell Sophia of your condition?

No.

I'll tell her.

All right.

I'll send for her

and I'll come back and
visit you as soon as I can.

Be brave, Abe.

And resolute.

You know what must be done.

I expect to maintain this contest

until successful

or conquered...

Or dead.

Will you not help us?

I will not.

And you, Corporal Garrett,

will be marked for insubordination.

I understand, General.

This morning,
with charity for none

and malice toward all,

with the help of Almighty God

and this map prepared by
Corporal Garrett,

we shall endeavor to slay

as many of these unfortunate creatures

as our strength will allow.

Now, you all know the strategy.

You know your partners.

Fan out to your designated positions,

clear the immediate area,

then move on to the next position.

Do this until the town is clear

and you may return here safely.

Seems simple enough.

You cannot fail

if you resolutely determine
that you will not.

But I must remind you again.

If any member of our team is infected,

he must be treated as an enemy

to be dispatched accordingly.

There can be no exception
to this rule.

President Lincoln,

I cannot support this mission.

Murdering innocent people
in cold blood

is simply unacceptable to me.

I see.

Does anyone else have qualms

about the ethics of our task?

Very well.

Mr. Wilkinson, you will keep watch

over Miss Mary Owens.

She's feeling poorly this morning.

Comfort her if she needs anything.

Yes, Sir, Mr. President.

And see how Mr. Hopkins
fares with our prisoners.

Now, in light of
Mr. Wilkinson's decision,

Mr. Pinn,
you'll accompany Mr. Garrett.

Mr. Roosevelt, you stay here.

I will not, Mr. President.

Very well, then.

You shall join Miss Owens and me.

Let us take a moment

and remember Agents Pike,
Dunbar, and Kelly.

These brave men,
who struggled and died here,

have consecrated this ground,

and it is for us, the living,

to finish the work which they
so nobly advanced.

They shall not have died in vain.

Hear, hear!

Godspeed.

Remember, Teddy,

a man divided against
himself cannot stand.

Yes, Mr. President.

Emancipate this!

Hey!

Hunnh!

I suppose that's all of them.

I could not say,

but we've done well thus far.

Maybe we should head back to
the fort.

Get some rest?

I'm not tired.

Once more into the breach.

Lincoln's whore,

the great lost love

of the President of the
United States,

is nothing but a harlot.

What would the cream
of Washington Society

make of you, My Dear?

It's just all entirely too rich.

Hardly the rosy glow of youth

affects your cheek, Miss Owens.

Don't go anywhere.

Disgraceful.
And you an officer.

The disrespect with which
they have treated you.

And for what crimes?

Insubordination? Cowardice?

No, for getting sick.

Ainsley?

George Ainsley from Canterville?

It can't be.

After all these years,
here you are.

While this fool in a
stovepipe hat

preens and walks about,

whilst you, a fine Southern Gentleman,

rot away in a prison cell.

It makes me sick to my stomach.

Would you like to know a secret?

I am not what I appear to be.

My Friend, I am a Secret Agent.

No, not merely an agent

of Lincoln's Secret Service,

but an agent of the glorious Confederacy.

Using the skills I have developed

over a lifetime in the theater,

I have fooled everyone,

including the President himself.

A toast to me

and my ability.

Why, thank you, George.

You're too kind.

Here's to your health.

I believe you understand me.
Yes.

I believe tThey're quite mistaken

about you, Major Ainsley.

You wouldn't hurt me, would you?

A fellow son of Dixie?

Say... Why don't you
get back into the fight?

Get your boots on the ground,

some dirt underneath your fingernails.

I meant that metaphorically speaking.

I just need to find
the key to the lock.

You're free.

You're free to return to
the field of battle, George.

George, no!

No, George!

No!

Be sure to keep up
with me, Henry Lee.

All right.
Make a stand here.

I don't take orders from you, Rebel.

I wasn't giving orders.
I was just simply..

I don't much care for the cut
of your jib, Greyback.

We need to get out of here.

Easy, easy.

Maybe we can find something
of use in there.

I doubt it.
It's worth a shot.

At the very least,
we could lie low

until they leave.

They're not going anywhere

Until we send 'em on their way.

For the last time, Traitor,

I do not take orders from Greybacks.

You wanna stay here and die?

That's your prerogative.

Go, go!

All right.
Teddy, I want you to hide here

till the battle's over.

No, Sir.
I wanna fight.

All right, then let's try this.

How are you fixed for ammunition?

Running low.

How about we hide in there
until the coast clears?

Hide? No.
I don't like it.

Live to fight another day,
as they say. Please?

Go!

Maybe there's a vantage point upstairs.

I need to see what's going on outside.

Perhaps the roof.

Here we are.

No, stay here with me.

What do you see up there?

I don't know.
It's fairly dark.

Say, why don't you..

Aah!

Toss me the gun!

He bit you?

What? It's nothing.

The gun!
There's more coming!

What's the matter with you?

Ow!

Who's next?

No!

No! Nooooo!

Damn!

Gather your wits, Teddy.

Always bear in mind

your own resolution to succeed

is more important than any
one thing.

They've all got bull's eyes
on their foreheads

as far as I'm concerned, Mr. President.

To the left, Mr. President.

To the right.

To the left.

To the right.

It looks clear.
We should go.

Ah!

Aah!

Go!

Lord, thank you for your help today.

Bless those brave men

who gave their lives in battle

that their nation might live.

Guide their souls to your
side in Heaven.

Heavenly Father, please aid Mary.

She's in so much pain.

Lord, I humbly beseech you,

grant me wisdom to see the
way clear.

Let me help these walking dead

find their final resting place.

Help me to end their torture
and misery

and show them the way to your
eternal forgiveness.

Amen.

If I kill him when he prays,

his soul may go to Heaven.

But I desire that his soul

may be as damned and black as Hell,

So where to it goes.

But I will kill him.

Mr. Garrett, if you have a moment.

Yes, Sir.

How do you come to be fighting

on the wrong side of history?

I was born in Alabama,

grew up on a plantation near Haynesville.

That's in Louisiana.

I'm no supporter of slavery,
Mr. President,

but down there,
it is a way of life.

When all the men in my family
and parish

started to join up,

it just seemed the thing to do.

And I was young.

And now?

Well, this zombie affliction,
as Mr. Brown calls it,

it's got me in the mind of slavery.

It's wrong, but it's here.

It should be dead,
but it lives on,

an if we don't find a way to
stop it,

not only will it tear this
country to pieces,

but it'll be the end
of life as we know it.

You're wise beyond your years,
Mr. Garrett.

I wonder, what are your plans

When this great Conflagration
ends, hmm?

I was thinking about heading
out West

and becoming a cowboy, Sir.

You could have an impressive
career in politics

or criminal justice,
should you so choose.

Maybe so,
but I'd rather start a family

and ride horses.

An appealing path, to be sure.

I understand it went well.

Not well enough.

I'm in despair, Mary.

I pray for guidance,
but I see nothing.

Have you spoken with General Jackson?

Now, why would I have?

He's a man of great skill,

knowledge, and bravery, Abe.

He may have an idea.

Well, he's been unwilling
to assist us thus far.

Perhaps that will change

as the situation grows more desperate.

Sir, how are we helping our cause

by remaining here waiting to die?

Some things are worth dying
for, Corporal.

Yes, Sir. Brave men
have been demonstrating that

all around us.

You refer to the yankees.

I do.
Their cause is just.

I believe in your heart you agree.

Corporal, one has a duty..

To do what is right.

At the very end of the day,
isn't that the higher calling?

To do what you know is right?

One must also follow orders.

You can't betray the trust

that others greater than yourself

Have put in you.

We took an oath, you and I,

to defend the Confederacy.

General, all I know is
if this infection spreads,

there won't be a Confederacy
left to defend.

I have something
to show you, Mr. Linc..

Mr. President.

1, 2, 3.

I trust this may be of some use

in your effort?

It certainly may.

Now, you understand what
I must do with this, yes?

The only remaining available option.

I do.

Well, then I thank you, Sir.

And this fort has other secrets,

including a tunnel system

which culminates in a secret exit.

Don't they teach you
how to throw like a man

in New York City?

Come on, Teddy.
You can do it.

It's time to go.
Come on.

Now! Now!

Come on!

I think it's time, Sir.

Are they all inside the fort?

Just about.

All right, then.

If he lit the fuse,

we got about another minute.

It's time to go, General.

A few moments more, Mr. President.

If you would, General.

It's time to move.

Something's wrong.

There's a few seconds left yet.

No.

We should get to safety.

You take the General, Mr. Brown.

Not without you, Mr. President.

A problem with the fuse?

While you escape,
I'll relight the fuse.

No, I will.

General, no..

Mr. President, most of those men

were Confederate Soldiers.

It's altogether fitting and proper

that I should do this.

Oh!

Jackson?

A great man and a brave warrior

to the very end.

You allowed the General to die?

How...
How could you?

It seems you did it, Abe.

I don't know.

We shall see.

And now...

No.

Mother!

Yes, My Darling.

I believe the moment has come.

No!

There has to be a cure.

Doctors grow wiser every day,

don't they, Mr. Lincoln?

They do indeed.

But not in time for me.

Sophia...

My Dearest...

It's time for us to say
goodbye, Honey.

No!

Mary...

Abe, few will note

nor long remember what we say here,

but they'll never forget
what we've done.

And now it's for you, the living,

to finish this work.

Good luck to you, Mr. President.

Thank you, Mr. Garrett.

All right, let's go, let's go.

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.

We are met upon a great
battlefield of that war.

We have come to dedicate
a portion of this field

as a final resting place

to those who here gave their lives

that the nation might live.

It is altogether fitting
and proper

that we should do this.

The world will little note

nor long remember what we say here,

but it can never forget
what they did here.

It is rather for us, the living,

to be dedicated

to the great task remaining
before us.

We here highly resolve

that these dead shall not
have died in vain.

That this nation under God

shall have a new birth of freedom

and that government of the people,

by the people, and for the people

shall not perish from the earth.

How's our patient?

The same, more or less.

And your research?

I'm no further along

than I was a year and a half ago.

Honestly, Mr. President,

I think it would be
in the best interest..

No! No!

Find a cure, not only for her sake,

but for the next time this
insidious disease appears.

Can't you see how vital it is?

Perhaps I'm not the man for
the job.

You know more about
this affliction than anyone.

But I know nothing.

Mary, it's good to see you.

I'm sorry it's been so long
since my last visit.

The cessation of hostilities

has caused as many problems
as the war itself.

How they treating you?

These people that I pay so handsomely

for their service...

And their silence.

Let's see.

Oh, Mary.

Doctor, this level of care
is unacceptable!

No one wants to go near it,
Mr. President.

Can you blame them?

Victory's brought its own challenges.

There are some who wish
to punish the South

while I'm seeking
the restoration of the Union.

They don't understand

this is the time to bind up
the nation's wounds,

not to deepen them.

We face opposition to our efforts

from every quarter.

Even from old friends.

Do you remember Mr. Wilkinson

from our days in Savannah?

Well, his true identity

is John Wilkes Booth of the
acting family.

My informants report
that he's been meeting

at Surratt's Boarding House
in town.

He's plotting my kidnapping

or even my assassination.

Oh, have no fear.

They're watching him closely,

and I'm well protected
at all times.

Thank you, Mary.

Mary?

Mary!

Mary! Mary!

Mary! Oh, god!

Oh, My Love, you've done me in.

No! Let me clean that up for you.

Have you a fast horse?

Yes.

Have you paper and ink?

I must send an urgent message
to Surratt's Boarding House.

Go!

John Wilkes Booth?

Yes.

Message for you.

From whom?

He wouldn't say his name.

Thank you.

Lewis! George!

You won't believe our good fortune.

Oh, I look terrible,
don't I, Mr. Lincoln?

My first night out
in such a long time.

I want to make an impression,

but, oh, I look awful, don't I?

You look as beautiful
as ever, My Dear.

Thank you, Father.