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I have no fortune,

but I'm spilling over with affection.

You're a failure.

Any word from Maryland?

Nothing's come over the wires.

Well, what have we got?

We've questioned
the cast of Our American Cousin,

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

but no leads as to where
he might be hiding.

Someone somewhere knows where he is.

Sir.

We have a witness
who rented Booth a horse.

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

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

Is that right?

I'll take care of myself.

Listen up! On Stanton's orders,

the murderers of the president
are to be apprehended immediately.

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

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

Whatever the creep was up to
before April 14th,

if you hear something, say something.

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

Detective Baker, how can I help?

Sticking me with your paperwork again?

Well, I am in charge

of hiring the lead investigators
who are hunting Booth.

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

So, wait, I'm the cavalry tattletale?

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

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

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

- Are you in?
- Already spending the reward.

Actually, it was two horses.

You're saying Booth had someone with him?

That's right, sir. David Herold.

He rents horses from me
when he goes hunting.

This time, they didn't bring 'em back.

- Sir?
- Yeah?

The Court needs Johnson sworn in
immediately at the Kirkwood.

Yeah, all right.
I appreciate you coming in.

My son here will take
a statement from you.

Oh, Father.

Remember you're meeting Ellen
at the cemetery.

Tell her I'm sorry.

Sir? Sir.

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

Sir?

What? What is it?

I think I know
who may have conspired with Booth.

Who?

It's my landlady.

My story is the truth.

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

The authorities?

Answer it.

I didn't know where else to go.

No vacancies. Be gone, vagrant.

Dropped my hat, ma'am.

If Mrs. Surratt's in trouble
I'll come back later.

We're with the War Department.

Who are you?

She hired me to dig a gutter.

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

That's not mud on your coat.

Mrs. Surratt, hold it right there.

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

Open their hearts.
Warm us with your light.

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

- Open our hearts...
- Now look at that.

You did dig a hole together.

God, hear our prayers.

Have mercy on their souls.

Your father would be here...

if he could.

He's busy saving the Republic again.

When he's done...

he'll come home to us.

You need to get up.

Yeah.

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

Except for you, Edwin.

Here.

What's this?

In case you're wondering why Booth called
on me before the assassination,

I don't know.

He call on you before?

Never.

Is he in custody?

We have a suspect.

He laid in wait here for you.

Says he was part of the plot.

I wonder why he spared me.

I don't know.

You tell me.

He supposedly lost his nerve
after a few drinks.

So, the bottle that ruined my reputation

may have saved my life.

So, how's this going to work?

Well, the economy is my priority,
not Negro rights.

And I won't waste the currency

of my bipartisan popularity
on your moral crusade.

Where's Booth?

We think he went south.

Well, if he went south,

let the local authorities
handle your hunt.

The local authorities
in the South are Confederates.

Well, at least you look the part.

I apprenticed as a tailor.

Get someone to clean up my room
for the ceremony.

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

Touch a Bible first, Andy.

How soon till we get to Richmond?

A few days at best.

Horses need to graze.

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

Yeah, well, Mudd's short on supplies.

And he doesn't wanna be seen going to
the store more than usual. All right?

You-- Well, you should probably shave.

You want me to shave my 'stache?
You out of your goddamn mind?

It's my signature look.

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

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

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

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

My face is out there, Davey, not yours.

Just...

be my hero.

Please.

I'm looking for David Herold.

That's me. How may I help you?

Your talents interest us.

What do you mean?

A friend went to school with you.

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

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

I didn't catch your name.

John Jr. Surratt.

As in Surrattsville?

Named after my father before
he drank himself to death.

My mother made him his last drink.

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

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

John Wilkes Booth? He's your friend?

I want him to be your friend too.

I, Andrew Johnson...

Do solemnly swear...

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

Thank you for coming.

And will, to the best of my ability...

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

- I understand.
- Preserve, protect and defend...

You've never missed his birthday before.

The Constitution of the United States.

I miss him too.

The Constitution of the United States.

- Yes.
- Mr. President.

Congratulations, Mr. President.

Fix your face, dear.

You have to give him a chance.

Mary!

I need this to make a crutch.

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

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

Hey!

Mary!

Patient needs to be shaved clean.

You trust her?

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

You, be gone before I get back.

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

You stupid Black bitch!

Don't mean no trouble by it, sir.

Do you know who I am, monkey girl?

If you's important, I wouldn't know.

Only been far from here 'bout one ti--

You're causing me worry.

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

Why you gonna try and make a kitty?

You ain't got the cards, Mary.

I done won the book already.

You act like a little boy.

Henry! Mr. G. up here with marshals.

They snatched Wilson, John, Alex and Sam.

Protect yourself, Bill. Go!

Get the guns!

Turn down the lamps and stay inside.

You hear me, Mary?

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

Go on, girl. Hide!

You in there! Come on out.

This ain't Maryland.

Got every right to reclaim my property.

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

Get down!

I can't see.

Mary! Mary, come back here!

Get in the wagon.

You boys have had your fun
playing freemen.

It's time to go.

Bounty hunters.
They're trying to take Sam.

Sit down there, sir.

Good sirs, I apologize

my unruly niggers
are causing such a ruckus here.

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

Let the matter rest and leave here.

Oh, come on.

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

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

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

She barely even speaks.

Lizzie has 20 seamstresses
working for her now.

Every lady in town wants one of her gowns.

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

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

I have no time for a new funeral gown.

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

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

I'll have someone find it.

We need to choose his resting place.

May I suggest Arlington?

You want to bury him on Lee's land?

It's not Lee's land anymore.

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

It's a military cemetery. It's not right.

He was commander in chief.

It's not right.

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

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

You were his war wife. You handle it.

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

No, I can't.

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

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

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

to Dixie who will give you cover.

- At Rich Hill?
- Yes.

You know a safer path to Richmond?

Mary!

Mary!

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

Sir?

Go on. Give it here, girl.

Please, Dr. Mudd, no.

Give it here.

Please, Dr. Mudd. Sir.

- Give me the book.
- Dr. Mudd, please--

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

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

Yeah.

Milo?

Our agents found this.

Booth had four meetings
with Wall Street bigwigs,

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

An oil rig?

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

Can I see that bankbook you found?

Sure. What are you thinking?

Well, the question is,

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

You put a huge reward on his head.

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

And the only explanation
is that Booth is being protected

by the Confederate Secret Service.

Go on.

Well, if Booth is being shielded
by the Confederacy,

did they have a hand in planning it?

Who's his contact?

Booth is a stuntman.
Who produced his stunt?

Was it the Confederacy?
Was it Wall Street?

Or, hear me out, was it Johnson?

Baker.

Who benefited the most? It was Johnson.

So, you're saying
that Johnson set up Booth to kill Abe,

and then staged
a failed assassination on himself?

You sound like Mary Lincoln.

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

- Sir.
- Yeah?

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

He applied for a clerk's position.

- Which department?
- Yours.

He was trying to get near you.

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

Confederate courier?

Or even an agent.

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

In fact, we did intercept him once

with a lot of money, but nothing damning.

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

I'm sorry.

I should have made the connection
between him and his mother right away.

Yes, you should have.

Where was the post office?

Surrattsville. She owns a tavern there.

The Cavalry searched it,
but they found nothing.

Is that right, now?

Your grandfather hid slaves in our home.

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

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

Eckert!

And find Weichmann.

He's gonna take us to Surrattsville.

Whoa.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

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

Nice and easy.

- We good?
- Yeah, nothing.

- No one back here?
- Empty.

And here?

Now, everyone just relax.

Eckert! Weichmann! Eckert!

We need to crack this.

What is that?

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

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

Sit down.

Looks like your landlady's son
was involved.

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

When was the last time
you saw John Surratt?

John had--

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

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

I can't say that he wouldn't.

Were you personally involved
in a conspiracy

to topple the Cabinet, Weichmann?

Well, I-- No.

I couldn't believe
that I was sharing a roof

with people
who were planning an assassination--

You knew the Surratts
were Confederate sympathizers.

You knew that.

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

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

John and I were friends before the war,

but we didn't agree on everything.

We didn't see eye to eye
on Lincoln or slavery.

But didn't we all make friends
before the war?

And you never overheard plans, talk?

I knew Booth as John's friend.

Then they would gather
at the D.C. boardinghouse.

Gathered about what?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I didn't think myself important enough

to be friends with a famous actor.

And they didn't ever include me.

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

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

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

Mrs. Surratt.

I saw Mrs. Surratt pass packages to them.

- Packages? What kind of packages?
- The widow said...

that they were cooking utensils,
which I think now were guns.

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

Get out.

Go on.

Well, Mrs. Surratt,

for providing the meeting place.

You could hang for that.

For providing the guns.
You could hang for that.

For keeping the murder plot a secret.
You could hang for that.

- Or you can--
- No.

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

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

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

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

Please, sir, you can't do this to me.

- Bravo.
- Please.

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

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

I don't know anything about this.

Where's your son, John? Is he with Booth?

If I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

He's my son.

He's my son.

Then cut her food.

- Sir?
- No! Sir!

- I said cut her food.
- Please, God.

Please! I wanna go home!

Gentlemen, on your feet.

Not killing Johnson doesn't mean
you get to relax. Get up!

Keep moving.

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

Let's try again. Where's Booth?

Any closer?

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

but it's gibberish.

This is at least a two-word code system.

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

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

I'd need a hundred men working
for a hundred years to crack this plan.

Well, then find a hundred men.

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

- Peanuts, right?
- Yes, sir.

How's your head?

It's fine.

You got something you wanna tell me?

There's something you need to know
about Booth.

What's that?

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

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

It seemed like his leg
might have been broke.

I mean, he was hopping.

You're sure about that?

That's what it seemed like.

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

So, all you did was treat a broken leg?

My patient was shaved.

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

Did you or did you not know his name?

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

When did you learn
about the assassination?

In the morning bulletin.

Did you read the paper
before or after your patient,

who was probably Booth, left?

I can't confirm it was Booth.

And I don't recall exactly
when I read the news.

It's a odd thing to forget.

Did your patient read the paper?

Anybody with a broken tibia isn't reading

more than a liquor label now.

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

Right.

I prefer you not question the household
without my presence.

Then you ought to remain present.

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

That's just my carpenter.

You loyal to Dr. Mudd,

or can I trust you to tell
the whole truth?

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

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

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

Feel free to ask 'em what you like.

The boy ain't bright like the girl.

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

Wasn't told the patient's name.

Did you know that Dr. Mudd's patient,
John Wilkes Booth, murdered the president?

Not till you just said so.

Do you know where Booth went?

It's not like we were
expecting to send him a postcard, so...

Course.

- It's terrible news. Terrible.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Well, thank you.

If them horses need watering,
help yourselves.

That's very kind.

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

Uncle Henry?

Uncle Henry?

No!

No!

This the way to Rich Hill or not?

I'm not sure.

Sir, take a look at this.

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

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

He was there.

"One-eighth of the whole population
were colored slaves

not distributed generally over the Union,
but localized in the southern part of it."

Now, what about this?

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

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

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

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

so still it must be said,

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

Is that too radical?

No. No, name the truth about this fight.

Abe, you have never been more loved.

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

No one ever will.

Yeah.

To that end, I thought I might include...

in case anyone should question
our resolve...

"These slaves constituted a peculiar
and powerful interest.

All knew that this interest was somehow
the cause of the war."

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

Yeah.

It's all right.

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

Do we have him?

He left this morning.

Was there another man with him?

I don't know.

- Edwin.
- Elizabeth.

Where will the First Family go?

Chicago.

I see.

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

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

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

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

The same qualities as any a senator.

Yeah.

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

Perhaps.

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

Could Congress pass a widow's fund?

No. With Congress out of session, it's--

Let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

- You all right?
- I almost got him.

Did you hear that?

Must be an animal.

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

Welcome back to the Union.

Did we have a choice?

Thank you.

No one
wants to earn the office the way I have.

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

To unity, my friends.

To the United States.

Let the coward run off into obscurity.

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

The adults at the table
would like to move on

with our plans for our future prosperity.

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

at murdering a president, then,

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

To our new president, Andrew Johnson.

- Hip, hip!
- Hooray!

Careful challenging my hunt for Booth,

unless you want the whole country asking
who had the most to gain from Abe's death.

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

Yeah.

Ellen, she's had a fright.

The guards found a man's shoe prints,
and the mud tracks up the back porch.

Eddie? When he applied to infiltrate us,

was Surratt's postal application
in that file?

- Yes. Why?
- Shoe size.

I have an assignment for you.

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

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

Well, we're the same like that.

Is this about intelligence or publicity?

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

What do you need to know?

Whatever the Montreal
secret Confederate community knows

about the assassination,
financing plots against America.

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

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

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

You are not with the US War Department.

When I know something, you'll know.

Well, brush up on your French,

and see if you can find me
some damning shit

on whoever's helping Surratt and Booth.

Better yet...

find them.

You're still prettier than spring.

John, nice to see you.

What can we do for you tonight?

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

Any symptoms?

Just my usual, Doc.

Mary, fix the room upstairs, would you?

You won't believe who I treated.

- The Easter Bunny.
- No, bigger.

- Our mutual friend.
- He was here?

He was. Well, not Jesus.

Did you know the plan changed?

Did you?

Answer me first.

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

I suggest you do the same.

Do you need any provisions?

I could use a day or two of it.

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

and get the good provisions for John.

I hear they're looking for me.

I hear the War Department
has nothing on nobody.

Your hospitality
is always appreciated, Doc.

I know how close you were to him...

and I knew what had happened...

when he didn't come check on me.

I thought that I'd thought of everything.

But you were right. They're extremists.

Be careful, Edwin.

You think they'll come for me again?

They will.

Let 'em come.

Good morning, Father. I have an idea.

Instead of laying Lincoln's body to rest,
what if we present a whistle-stop tour?

How's that?

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

so Americans can properly mourn him.

The more Americans see their loss
up close,

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

That's good.

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

No, Mary Lincoln won't allow it.

Let's take him home.

Last stop, Springfield, Illinois.

That is a nice touch.

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

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

This will keep Abe in the news.

And with Reconstruction in the balance,
I need Lincoln to overshadow Booth.

Looks friendly.

Whoa!

Hey! Don't you dare.

You get in there. You fetch us your owner.

You're looking at him.

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

I was born free.

We're looking for Rich Hill.

Two dollars to show you the way.

For two dollars,
you ought to take us there.

That'll cost you five.

Or I can show you the road,

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

What if he don't show us the way?

Nah, forget it.

We'll find our own way to Rich Hill.

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

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

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

Keep it close.

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

It's very generous of you. Thank you.

Elizabeth.

We can't go backwards.

It took me 29 years to buy my freedom.
I won't be anyone's slave again.

No.

You be well, Edwin. He would want that.

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

We both loved him.

Find the man that killed my husband.

Robert.

Come home safe.

Hey, we can't go through there.

That way, you hit swamp.

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

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

Now, I need your pistols.

Now you want our guns?

So you don't start no bull.

That's the end of the liturgy.

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

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

I ain't either.

I don't guide without your guns.

Full of it.

Wait.

This nigger may just be our salvation.