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[birds chirping]

[Herold grunts]

[grunts, sighs]

[Booth grunting]

[breathes heavily] I need the compass.

It's in the boat. [grunts]

[Herold grunts]

I almost enlisted once.

[grunts, breathes heavily]

Low wages. Terrible food.

Those poor bastards.

And the uniforms.

I like to choose my own look.

Who knows what position they'll give me when we get to Richmond.

General. High-ranking.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No. No. No. No, come on, you son of a bitch.

What's the matter? We further from Richmond than you thought?

[sighing]

We're not even in Virginia. [sighs]

Don't play games.

[breathes heavily]

Where are we?

We circled back.

We circled-- What are you saying to me, David?

I'm saying that we're back in Maryland.

It was cloudy. [stammers] I couldn't see the stars.

Son of a bitch!

[Herold breathes heavily]

All right, listen-- listen, we--

All right, you're-- you're about his size,

and he's about mine. All right?

Come on, we, uh...

We need to go.

Come on.

[breathlessly] Get up.

[sighs]

[grunts, inhales sharply]

[Conger] Still no leads on Booth?

[Luther] No leads.

Does the Mad Hatter not know it's raining? Or does he not care?

God told him to slice off his ball sack and he did it.

[chuckles]

It's true.

And he'd been breathing in hat chemicals for ten years.

Who knows what he's thinking.

[thunder rumbling]

Dear Lord, ever since you took my family,

not me,

I've prayed to serve you.

Show me why everything had to be this hard.

When will you show me?

[bell chiming]

[Corbett] Ladies' hats! Half price today.

[coins clink]

What happened to you, my child?

[breathes shakily]

I wasn't sinned against.

I sinned.

Lost my beautiful wife, Emily. Childbirth.

If I didn't have these base desires, she'd still be here.

Tell me your name.

Tom Corbett.

There's only shame with it.

Well, cast yourself away and be reborn.

Tell me how.

[preacher] "Boston."

Boston Corbett,

I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,

for the forgiveness of your sins.

The truth is I was a poor boy.

I never even went to school.

I believe in the Union, but like you,

I'm fond of the institution of slavery.

I sympathize with the loss of your slaves, your assets, by force.

- I lost mine too. However... - [protestors clamoring, distant]

...many of your great-great-granddaddies didn't earn that property.

They were British men

who were granted the acres when America was founded.

I missed the boat on that, but look where I sit now.

[protestor] Johnson's presidency is illegitimate!

What in tarnation is that?

Protestors. They don't let me sleep.

[clamoring continues]

You fellas got a head start for a few generations.

Now, it might hurt to lose some of your gains,

but you got to pick yourselves up by your bootstraps, same as me.

It can be done.

First, freedmen own land.

Next year you're gonna give 'em the vote.

Have you thought this through?

You think they'll stop at taking our land?

I see your point.

But the war secretary tells me

there will be unrest as long as the Negro remains beneath us.

Police them.

Otherwise, they're gonna take our wives, our daughters, our businesses.

[white-bearded congressman] Cities and states will be run by Negroes.

At this rate, you could lose your second term to a nigger!

[both laugh]

[sighs]

[protestors clamoring intensifies]

We're protesting you too. [sighs]

Here's our petition against the land grants.

We can get more signatures if we need to help you with your problem.

What problem is that?

Your Stanton problem.

[congressmen chattering]

Let's hand them around.

Gentlemen, listen here!

I am tasking you with the capture of John Wilkes Booth

and his accomplice, David Herold.

We now have a map of their Secret Line.

Search every Secret Line address, every home, every tavern,

every chicken coop between here and Richmond.

Good luck and Godspeed.

Almighty God. [breathes shakily]

Praise the Lord. [chuckles]

[grunting]

[both grunt]

- [breathing heavily] - [grunts]

One, two... [strains]

[both grunting, breathing heavily]

[Herold] I had my doubts, but I think I'm going to get you to Richmond.

[breathes heavily]

This is Virginia.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

[Eddie Jr.] Is it them?

[veterans singing, distant] ♪ Look away, look away, look away ♪

[rowers chattering, indistinct]

♪ ...the land of cotton ♪

♪ Good times they are not forgotten ♪

♪ Look away, look away, look away ♪

[clicks tongue]

[singing continues, indistinct]

♪ ...away, look away, look away ♪

♪ In Dixie's Land where I was born ♪

[Stanton] Whoa. Whoa.

We're looking for the president's murderers.

Have you seen them?

We have not.

We don't want no trouble, sirs.

Four years served and now we're almost home.

Where is home?

We hail from Bowling Green and Port Conway, sir.

Look, we've turned in our weapons. We're unarmed.

I swear we pledge allegiance to the Union.

You boys sign the allegiance?

On our way to sign at Port Royal, sir.

God bless America.

Search and question them.

Got a message for Secretary Stanton from Thomas Eckert in D.C.!

Here.

Johnson's rolling back Reconstruction.

He wants to reverse the land grants.

I need to go back.

[Eddie Jr.] How many?

All of them.

Can he?

Yeah, he can.

[Stanton] Morning. We're here to see General Sherman.

Here goes nothing. [sighing]

[Stanton] General, I have a delegation of preachers

representing the freedmen of Georgia.

What would most improve conditions?

What would most improve conditions is owning our own land.

Land would mean we could build capital and invest in American enterprise.

We were property by law.

Now we want to own property to gain a foothold as a people.

[preacher 1] Mm-hmm.

Most of us were freed without a thing.

Property would mean that we could till our own soil,

we could earn our own wages,

we could protect our women and children.

What say you?

Controversial, to say the least.

Well, thanks to your leadership,

we've been able to confiscate miles of coastal land.

[Stanton] Let me ask you this:

Would you order the Army to enforce land grants?

My main concern is not moral, it's logistical.

How many grants do you have in mind?

Secretary Stanton has drawn up a map of the Carolinas and Georgia

that equals 40,000 tracts.

All at once?

6,000 grants through the summer.

Forty acres for each freedperson, plus a mule

once they can be spared by your men.

The other 30,000 or more?

If it goes to plan, before winter.

[exhales deeply]

Fine. I will redistribute the coast.

[preacher 2 sighs]

[sniffles]

My mother taught me the old saying, "The meek shall inherit the earth."

We saw how well freedmen fight.

Meek no more.

Mr. Green has lent me this beautiful house while we're controlling the South,

but I still miss my own damn pillow.

Everyone should have a place to call home.

Show me where to sign that order.

- Thank you, William. - Mmm.

I understand the political risk you take. Thank you.

This country will have a permanent poor.

Why can't the colored people be self-made men like you and me?

You owned slaves. How is that self-made?

I hadn't read your plan. Now I have.

It don't sit right with me, giving away so much for free.

[sighs, swallows]

[coughs]

We cannot free these people into society with nothing to their name.

Without an education, without capital to build businesses, homes.

These are people, most of whom don't even know their true name.

We need to give them the dignity and the rights of citizens.

I didn't say they can't have rights. They just can't have the land.

[coughing]

I have almost... [inhales shakily] ...40,000 land grants in the works now.

You will see thousands in misery. On the streets.

Is that the America you want?

If my ideas disturb you, there's no requirement.

I'm happy to find another war secretary.

200,000 colored men served. Many gave their lives for this country.

The niggers can't keep the land!

[inhales sharply] Now, you assign troops to reacquire the acreage,

or I will find someone who will.

You're making a mistake...

[breathes shakily] ...that may take decades to mend.

Please. I am begging you.

Keep the order.

This ain't a game, Edwin.

I mean it.

[wheezes]

[breathing heavily]

[coughing]

[Stanton] There has to be a move to play.

I don't think you have a choice. I think land grants are over.

What was the point of defeating them if we can't impose our agenda?

- We still reunited the states. - [sighs]

Well, he's threatening my position over it.

[Eckert] I know how much this order means to you,

but I don't think its reversal is worth you stepping down and leaving,

- to never finish any of your plan. - [breathing deeply]

Johnson is president now,

whether we like it or not. And this new order?

It's your duty to obey him if you wanna remain in the Cabinet.

Do you wanna resign?

[clears throat] What if he's bluffing?

Sir, I believe him.

I think you have to accept...

your new role is-is-is to temper Johnson's worst instincts.

[breathing deeply]

I promised Abe. [sighs]

The land grants are the-- the foundation of Reconstruction.

And how are you gonna finish his work if you risk your position?

[Stanton exhales deeply]

It's a tragedy...

but let Johnson take back the acres.

Then put things in place to protect the rest of Reconstruction.

Do what you did to gain advantage in the war.

- Meaning? - [sighs]

Stay on the offensive.

Choose your battles.

[crickets chirping]

[bees buzzing]

[door creaking]

[Booth] David.

It's empty.

It's empty, or no one's home?

I'm taking the bed. [grunts]

[Mary] G.

Good job.

Excuse me, sirs. Now, what's this about?

This is private property. This is trespassing.

- Milo, don't start nothing. Just wait! - Leave here, right now!

Did you also receive a mule?

[Milo] Neighbors got a mule and land.

My sister got these 40 acres. No mule. Why do you ask?

They-- They're doing their duty.

What do you mean?

This a mistake or-- This not a trick?

What's wrong, Mary? What it say?

It say we gotta-- [inhales sharply]

we gotta give this land back to the government. It's not ours no more.

[snores]

[door opens, creaks]

Pa.

This your cabin?

[child] Pa.

Papa!

[homeowner] Charley? You all right in here?

No cause for alarm.

Just looking for a place to stay for a little.

You boys got transportation?

We're gonna need a ride.

Pa, ain't that man there the man on the posters?

[shushes] Don't you say my name, boy.

Charley, you go on and fetch my wagon, you hear?

I was thinking, Pop, about the law.

What about it, Charley?

Oh, just about traitors.

When traitors get caught, do they hang 'em, or shoot 'em like dogs?

I reckon they hang 'em.

Union office around here crawling with Yankees hunting traitors.

I heard they shoot 'em, then they hang 'em.

- Don't listen to them. [breathing deeply] - [driver] Hyah!

We're almost there.

If-If you take me back, I-- [inhales sharply]

I'll give you the best service possible.

I'll ruin you for runnin' off.

- [thudding] - [Mary screaming, sobs]

[officers, generals chattering]

- Yes? - We're ready.

All right. Uh, bring my things.

Sir, the cavalry did report that they have not seen or heard of Booth

- in the vicinity of the Potomac River. - Right.

But they are still searching every location on Sanders's distribution list.

We did notice something.

One of those first stops on the Secret Line is Bryantown Market.

Dr. Mudd lives spitting distance from it.

You think he could be CSS?

It'd explain how Booth was able to find a doctor in the middle of the night

on his way to Richmond.

He already knew him.

[groans, exhales deeply]

JWB. Your tattoo. Like Booth?

John Wilson Boyd.

Pleasure.

This here's my cousin, Larry.

[sighs] Lucky we got to serve on the same brigade as one another, so...

Front line.

- Right behind Stonewall Jackson himself. - Yes, sir!

Where you receive your glory?

Bull Run.

Where'd you earn your medal?

Bull Run.

That's not what we wore there.

You know, I have changed my clothes since then.

Or, I reckon you weren't there.

What are you lookin' at, boy?

You're no veteran. Neither is your friend.

How dare you?

Cowards.

- Cowards? - Hey, lay low.

No, no, no.

All right. You got me. [sniffs] I wasn't there.

But I was at Ford's Theatre.

- [scoffs] He's joking. - I'm not.

I was there the night of April 14th.

In the president's box!

I stood on that stage in front of 1,500 people!

Sic semper tyrannis!

I didn't need to be at Bull Run.

He's done more for the cause than any of you.

I'm a hero.

- A symbol. - Symbol.

Honor's won on a battlefield!

Not like you did.

Shooting a man in the back while he attends a play?

That was despicable.

[bell chimes]

[veteran 1] Port Royal Ferry is landing.

How far is it to the Union office?

You going to pledge your allegiance to the United States?

Whole lot of us are. Ain't easy for me to walk far.

How far is it to sign the oath?

Don't you worry.

Union office to sign your pledge is directly across the road

from the ferry landing.

[ferry captain] Watch your step.

Where you fellas headed?

Looking for a friendly hospital in Richmond.

Richmond. That's a ways. You walkin'?

Uh, we need horses.

Can you help us?

Closest friendly is a man named Garrett. He has horses.

Can you point us in that direction?

Let me ask you something, what's wrong with these men?

We're supposed to be on the same side.

They're just staying out of trouble.

I'm trouble?

They're almost home. Last thing they want is survive the war,

then get arrested at the last hour helping you.

How come you're so willing?

[chuckles] 'Cause I'm about to marry the wealthiest girl around.

I'm not afraid of the law.

[Booth] The hell you looking at?

Niggers don't get rewards, boy!

First farm before you hit town center, Garrett's Tobacco Farm.

He's got a daughter needs a dowry, and he lost his slaves.

He'll host you for a good price.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

[ferry captain] We are now departing for Port Royal.

[banging on door]

- [Eckert] War Department! Open up! - [banging on door]

[door breaks open]

[Eckert] Mind that back way.

I'm from the War Department.

We have a search warrant for Dr. Samuel Mudd.

Is, uh-- Is that you?

I'm Dr. Mudd. But w-what is this regarding?

One of my men questioned you after the assassination.

- He didn't search the house. - Search for what?

What are you expecting to find on me?

You stated that when you treated John Wilkes Booth

the day after the assassination,

- you were not aware of who he was. - No.

Well, how did Booth find a doctor so quickly?

I'll tell you the same thing I told your officer,

I'd never met the patient or his friend before that night.

I'm a good man. I simply treat the sick and the injured.

That is my oath: Do no harm.

[scoffs] You'll find nothing on me.

Look, you have to believe me. Had I known that that man had shot the president,

I most certainly would have turned him in.

[stammers] Yes, I have a few servants, but... [scoffs] ...labor isn't free anymore,

as you know, and I would have gladly collected that reward!

I swear to the good Lord.

You gentlemen need anything to drink?

Mary...

Fetch these men some water.

Is this the, uh-- the patient's boot?

Yes.

You didn't notice, uh, his initials stamped into the leather?

[stammers] I'm not a cobbler. I didn't examine his boot.

[stammers] I don't remember all the details. I see a lot of patients.

I'm the only family practitioner for miles.

My father practiced family medicine like you.

And he was a liar too.

You knew your patient was John Wilkes Booth,

because you knew Booth way before that night.

That's preposterous. I was merely obeying my oath. I swear.

- Arrest him. - [Eddie Jr.] On your feet.

He knew exactly who they were--

Booth, Surratt, the whole lot of them-- before the assassination.

She's a liar!

No sir. He's lying right through his teeth to you.

He knew exactly who they were. He helped them.

[Dr. Mudd] I did nothing wrong!

He was not sorry the day of the 14th. He not sorry now.

All I did was fix his leg and give him a crutch!

- Out. Get out. - That's all I did!

Where were those Confederate soldiers headed?

Uh. Port Royal. Why?

Be one way for him to blend in. With a crutch.

- Surround himself by the injured. - Exactly. Take this.

[clears throat]

What's your name?

Mary Simms.

That took courage. Thank you.

Do you have any family you can go to?

There's a-- a temporary settlement at Arlington.

Can I offer you shelter there?

Can I take my brother?

[mumbles] We'll find room for you both.

[sighs]

[Booth grunting, groaning]

[groaning, stutters] David!

[groans] F-- Fuck!

[screams]

[breathes heavily] I can't. I can't do it today.

I can't make it through this trip. I-- I can't.

- [Herold] Come on. - [Booth grunting]

Slowly. Slow, slow, slow.

[Eckert] US War Department.

Am I in some sort of trouble?

Did you ferry Confederate veterans?

These days, all I do is ferry them to go sign the pledge.

Rumor is, y'all ain't giving reward money to Black folk. True?

[Eckert] We reward valuable information.

Your fugitives rode with me today.

Mustache shaved, but they were who they claimed to be.

Did Booth admit who he was?

Well, he and his friend were posing as soldiers,

but that ain't go over so well.

Think he wanted the attention.

He's in bad shape.

Which way did they go?

I minded my business, but they spoke with a regular named Willie Jett.

I seen Jett give 'em directions.

Where can we find Willie Jett?

He has a regular room at the Star Hotel.

Thank you. All right. Let's go.

[soldier] Hep! Hep!

[grunting]

Oh, my. Am I in heaven?

[chuckles]

Why is it-- It's so hot in here. It's like hell.

[grunts]

Hey, can you answer me that? Huh? Sweet angel?

Have you got anything to treat a fever?

[grunts, groans]

- You're a hero, Mr. Booth. A symbol. - [Booth] Mmm. [breathes heavily] Ah.

A symbol. Yes...

But when do I get my ribbons?

[groans]

Are you Willie Jett?

Who's asking?

Edwin Stanton. Secretary of war.

Well, you have to wait an hour. We're about to be occupied.

She'll have to wait.

Miss.

Did you speak with John Wilkes Booth on the ferry?

- Yes. - Broken leg?

And a tattoo on his hand. His initials. JWB.

You know where he is?

If I tell you, do I get that reward money you posted?

Your reward is I won't arrest you for aiding an assassin.

Now, where is he?

I wager he took my tip.

Stayed at the Garrett's. First farm before town center.

Garrett's Farm?

Yes.

If you're lying, I will find you.

Eddie! Eckert! We have him!

The Garrett Farm, before the town center.

I have you now.

[Eckert] Move! Let's go! [speaking indistinctly]

[speaks indistinctly]

- [wheezing] - [Eckert shouting, distorted]

[Eddie shouting indistinctly]

Get a doctor!

[wheezing continues]

- What are you waiting for? Go. Go. - No, no, no. We're not leaving you.

- [Stanton coughing] - Thank you, Jesus. This is why.

- We can't lose him. We can't lose him. - [wheezing, coughing]

We're gonna wait for the doctor, all right?

Let's go! Charge!

[Conger] Go! Move off!

[wheezes, grunts]

[sighs]

Father?

[wheezes]

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