We gotta hit the road.
She won't lend us their horses.
They're my daddy's. They're not for me to lend.
You staying overnight is inappropriate.
I thought this place was friendly to the cause.
- I thought you were a real fan. - Daddy's who you need to talk to.
When's he coming home?
Soon.
And he'll question my honor if you're found in here.
If you stay, you have to stay in the barn.
So, no horses and no hospitality, huh?
Your choice is the barn.
Or I can just as well report you to the Yankees searching all over town.
If you're gonna kick me out of bed, can I at least get the crutches?
My brother keeps them as relics from his service.
You know, mine was made from a broomstick?
That's enough.
Julia, get over here. Come on. Don't be shy.
I want to ask you a question.
Has anybody ever told you how pretty you are?
Sorry. It's almost hard to look at you, sometimes, directly.
It's like looking into the sun.
Only my father's ever said that.
You are beautiful.
How many horses have you got? You got three?
Do you wanna come with us?
You sure about that plan, Johnny?
Mr. Booth, you flatter, but--
Please, Julia.
Don't make me put up a fight.
Listen.
Once he's safe in Richmond,
I'll bring your daddy's horses right back. Okay?
You can have the horses in the morning, if my daddy approves.
What about the crutches?
Julia. Julia!
You know, a man like me should really be staying in a bed.
Not tonight.
Let me walk you back.
Good night, boys. Sleep tight.
Let me stay with you.
Come on. I'll be so quiet, I promise your daddy won't hear a peep.
Hey, hey, hey. You know you want to.
Have a drink. I got whiskey.
That's it? What, no good-night kiss?
David. David!
A young girl, protecting her virginity.
She told us that we would have horses by daybreak.
And I believe her.
Did you see stables on the way in?
This is a tobacco barn. Johnny, she's lying to us.
Well, they must have stables somewhere.
No, it doesn't feel right. This is a real scrape, Johnny.
You know, I've gotten out of scrapes before.
You see this scar on my cheek?
Little redheaded dancer by the name of Henrietta.
She found me in bed with her sister and came at me with a knife.
Now that could've been the end of me.
No.
No. Hell no.
This...
scar on my right hip.
Shot with a pistol by a fan in Columbus, Georgia,
at a theater saloon, of all places.
- That's why your leg broke on that side. - Uh-huh.
Bones were still fragile.
Yeah, possibly.
Now, if you visit Columbus, you may hear some local gossip
about Booth's own pistol going off in his pocket.
But I assure you, it was a deranged fan that shot me,
demanding an autograph while I was taking home an ingenue.
The point being...
I have survived worse scrapes than this.
You are with me. You are safe.
What about the soothsayer?
She predicted your life would be doomed at a young age.
That soothsayer was an amateur.
David, I shot the president in front of 1,500 people
and walked out the door.
What's a barn?
It's nothing.
How bad is it?
Your father's extremities are slightly swollen.
That indicates that his other organs are compensating for his asthmatic lungs.
The prognosis is "wait and see."
Can I organize transport to DC?
Well, he'll wanna orchestrate Booth's capture from the telegram office
if he can't go to the farm himself.
Transport could cause more harm.
Even to a hotel room?
I wouldn't move him.
Let him rest.
He's so stubborn.
There's no stopping him.
He's all I have, Eckert.
This has all cost--
It's all cost too much. He can't...
He won't, right?
I can't promise you that.
Mark my words. They will celebrate us in Richmond tomorrow.
No, they won't.
What did you just say to me?
No. They won't.
Take a seat, David.
Let me--
Let me explain something to you.
My mother had many children.
Four passed away.
Three to cholera.
One fell swoop.
It almost broke her.
She didn't play favorites like my father. You know?
One morning, I came to him, and I asked him to train me as an actor.
Could I ever follow in his footsteps?
And he looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Boy, you are useless."
Imagine that.
"Useless."
After he had passed out, my mother came.
She took me aside, and she gave me a reading
to tell my fortune.
And she told me that I was born with the most beautiful hands
that she had ever seen.
But not just that.
She said that I had hands like marble, like a Michelangelo.
You see?
My mother believed that God gave me these hands for a reason.
To do something important.
And you know what, Davey?
When I shot that tyrant son of a bitch in Ford's Theatre,
it was my mother's prophecy that was proven right.
Not the soothsayer's.
Do you see?
You know, I have been down paths before this that were wrong,
so I know that this one is right.
What did you accomplish with those hands?
We're trapped in here.
I, for one, will not be sleeping.
Show your face, Booth!
We know Booth's here. Give him up.
We are not playing a guessing game.
Stand down, men.
Lower your weapon, Corbett.
Tell me where they are now.
I'm just a farm girl.
All I do is help my daddy raise tobacco and...
Daddy's got a tobacco barn on the property.
I see one cavalryman.
Scratch that. There's--
There's three of them.
John. John, we're outnumbered.
The hell we are.
We got two guns. There's two of us.
There's two bullets for each of them. You go that side. I got this one.
It's not just three.
- Whoa. - Easy.
Mark that line.
It's a whole cavalry unit.
This is a scrape that we're not getting out of, Johnny.
You know, my birthday's coming up.
I'm turning 27.
We know you're in there, Booth.
What do we do now?
If they open the door, we shoot. We still have the advantage.
- What if it's the farmer girl? - You blow her fucking head off.
We can't reload fast enough to take them all,
and we don't have enough ammunition even if we wanted to.
Time to surrender, boys. It's over.
Take one more step, and I'll blow your fuckin' head off!
You're outnumbered, and we have more ammunition.
Surrender with dignity.
I will not surrender. May God be my judge.
Now, we can do this the long way, or give up now.
Let's settle this with a duel. Fifty feet apart.
Your best man against me.
I'll give you five minutes to surrender yourself!
After five, I'll make you surrender.
Help me.
Our best option is to surrender.
Look, even if you make it out of there, we're never gonna outrun them.
We?
You're fine. I'm the prize.
There's a reward on my head too.
I'm going to prison too, Johnny! And for what?
If you're the prize, then tell them I had nothing to do with it.
Then go.
Surrender. I don't care. Just leave me.
I didn't hurt anyone.
I didn't kill anyone.
I didn't really do anything wrong.
But you didn't do anything right!
You didn't think to bring a change of clothes,
enough food, any pain relief!
You didn't stick around in DC, so that's how Powell got caught.
That was your fault, David!
No, you went on a 12-day tour with Booth, so please do surrender.
Do me a favor, and when you do, when you go out there,
you look them in the eye, and you tell them you were useless to me.
You tell them.
Time's up, Booth! Surrender now!
Colonel, order me to charge inside.
Let Booth shoot at me till he's out of ammo.
Then we rush them.
- Smoke him out. - Yes, Sarge.
Collect kindlings. Pile them around the perimeter now.
We outnumber 'em ten-to-one.
I don't understand why we can't just storm them, sir.
Every man here has survived this war,
their families expecting them home this week.
We'll take Booth without one more Union casualty.
Understood?
That's good. That's enough.
What have you done to our barn?
Is Booth in there?
You have to get Booth out of there.
This is a federal investigation. You're obstructing.
You need to go back to your house now. Now!
If you won't save me, then I'll do it myself.
Don't tell them what arms I have.
You want me to take your diary so it won't burn?
Nothing is burning.
All right, listen here!
This man, David Herold, is innocent of the assassination.
He's coming out. Don't lay a finger on him!
I planned, executed and escaped by myself!
He did nothing to help me!
- Take him! - Show us your hands!
Hands!
Don't shoot.
Here, keep him there. Stay down! Don't move!
What's the latest?
Booth will not surrender. Cavalry is smoking him out.
I need to be there.
Don't look at me like that.
I need to make sure they do it right.
Give me your arm.
- What? - I said, "Give me your arm."
You cannot ride.
We'll take the wagon.
Go easy.
Please, please. He's delusional. He's living in a fantasy.
You need to get him out of there. You need to save him.
Since he's not coming out with common sense,
I need you to go back in there and convince Booth to come out.
Will you do that?
I'll try.
Untie him.
Don't shoot, Johnny. It's me.
This isn't the end that we hoped for, Johnny, but--
Hey. I'm begging you, live.
Please live one more day.
Force him out!
One more day.
A week, even. But please, please keep living as long as you can.
All right? Don't sabotage yourself here.
Hey, listen. Hey.
Your birthday. Your birthday's coming up, remember?
We can celebrate it together.
Even if it's in prison.
- David, they'll hang me. - No, no.
Look, if you leave here alive, you'll get your day in court.
- Right? - My leg.
- A jury of your peers might acquit you. - I can't take it anymore.
They might acquit you. Come on.
Don't make me watch you die, Johnny.
Hey.
Hey, look at me.
Take my hand.
Come here. Come with me, yeah? Come on.
Come on.
Sir, get out of my way.
Help!
He's been shot!
What? Did you say he's been shot?
Look at him. He's definitely shot.
Get him out of here.
One, two, three.
He needs a doctor. Hey! Send for a doctor now! Please.
- Where's Davis? - Please.
Davis will save me.
He was about to shoot, so I fired.
No! He was going to surrender! You didn't need to shoot him.
Kiss that reward money goodbye.
I got him in one shot.
You can inspect my spent cap and empty chamber.
Where did I hit him?
Back of the head. Just like Lincoln.
- What a fearsome God we serve. - Tell them to extinguish the fire!
Yes, sir. Put that fire out!
He's breathing! He's breathing! He's still alive.
Don't. Don't bring him inside.
A great man deserves the hospital.
He won't survive the hour.
David. David.
Mama?
She's not here.
Don't look at my hands.
Useless.
Whoa.
It's too late.
We wanted nothing more
than to capture Booth alive for you, sir, but--
We outnumbered him by a mile.
But inside there, he had the tactical advantage.
Sergeant Corbett claims he saw Booth lunge or--
or reach out, about to fire.
He shot first.
The quicker madman was ours, sir.
I'm sorry.
You're no one now.
We collected everything here.
Guns.
Booth's diary.
Photos of girls, a compass.
What do you want with the pharmacist?
Transport him to DC.
I want you to dump this corpse in a body of water.
Don't tell me where.
People are gonna question if he's dead.
That's why the coroner will fully document the body first.
He wanted notoriety.
I want no place where people can go to honor him.
No marker. Nothing.
Take a few corpses to use as decoys in case you're followed.
Understand?
I understand.
Does the president even know how a criminal trial works?
Or do we start with the basics?
Well, I think start with the basics.
Though, I sometimes imagine going back in time to convince Abe to choose you.
I forgave Abe for choosing Johnson as his running mate.
- It was his biggest mistake. - No.
No, his policy on the Navajo was worse.
As far as Johnson goes, Abe needed the border states.
I am trusting you with this.
Indeed.
Unlike your hunt, I want the trial to be open and shut.
Prosecuting the conspirators strongly and swiftly is our goal.
The trial will teach potential insurgents
not to attempt to overthrow their government.
My intention is that the swiftness and the severity of the convictions
will deter further attempts at coup d'état or assassination.
That's why Secretary Stanton and I
have decided to try them outside of the criminal court system.
The conspirator's trial will be conducted as a military tribunal.
Under the War Department?
Yes. You see, in a criminal court, we would need a unanimous verdict
for every single conspirator.
A jury is often persuaded by its sympathies,
whereas a panel of military judges
will be dispassionate in their decision-making.
And this panel of judges will, of course, also be chosen by us.
I like those odds.
And killing a president should be considered an act of war.
So, yes, a military tribunal is right.
We're glad you agree.
After they hang, can I finally rest easy?
Sadly, the intelligence suggests otherwise.
Sanders is in the wind, probably in London.
And the rumor is that Jefferson Davis might have some gold.
Mr. President...
we believe Davis was behind the assassination.
I want to accuse him of planning Abe's assassination
alongside Sanders, Surratt and Booth.
A grand conspiracy.
You want to accuse Davis of ordering the assassination?
Correct.
With Davis at large, we're all less safe.
Especially you.
Well, I would like to survive the unexpected honor of the presidency.
So grand conspiracy it is.
Go get him.
Will you be attending the trial?
No, the last place I wanna be
is in a courtroom with a bunch of assassins.
Now, I don't know the ins and outs of the proceedings, but I do know this.
A trial's a show.
So if you intend to pin this on Davis and put 'em all away,
you're gonna need a star witness.
Terry, John, Mary, put your hand on the book.
Thank you. John, I want you to come see me,
and we'll talk about a matter concerning Dr. Mudd's trial.
Thought you should know, Booth and his lackey passed through here.
Yeah, we got your tip. Why didn't you give it to us earlier?
I'm a successful man around here.
Reason be, I stay out of trouble.
A lot of white folks around these parts ain't vote for Lincoln.
And a lot of white folks resent him for the fact that he freed slaves,
they now gotta pay for labor.
We know you'd be a strong witness.
You'd be a true hero, a patriot, and you'd serve them justice.
Yeah?
Talk to me when I'm considered more than three-fifths a man.
Until then, consider me Switzerland.
Enjoy your reward.
I have not changed since April 14.
I am, as ever, a humble man
whose only ambition is to practice medicine in our community.
And yet, this show trial they are putting me through,
I cannot take the stand to defend myself.
And that is where you come in.
I need witnesses to my character.
How many of you are willing to testify
that I am a good neighbor and a good friend?
Thank you.
Thank you. Bless you.
How old are you?
Twenty-two, sir.
I never hurt anyone. I never touched anyone.
I only guided him. I swear, I don't know--
I don't know anything useful.
Why?
Why did he do it?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Who put the idea in your heads?
Sir, I know that I made a mistake.
I was just an assistant at a pharmacy.
Then I met a friend.
It was special.
Exciting.
A friend who made me feel like I could accomplish anything...
that I was finally a part of something important.
You ever met someone like that?
Yes, I have.
What you did...
it can't be forgiven.
If you had warned us, my friend would still be here.
Sir, did you...
Did you find his diary?
Why?
May I have it?
Wait, please, Secretary.
Any update on Davis?
There's a lead he's hiding in Georgia.
We're pursuing it now.
Papers have all been notified
the hunt is now for Jefferson Davis and the reward amount on his head.
Sir, may we...
discuss the elephant in the room?
You don't think I'll bring him down?
We believe in you, or we wouldn't be here.
But yes, grand conspiracy, it is a stretch. And you know that.
We know how difficult it was when you were unable to bring Booth to justice
in front of the whole world, and we know how much
you want to end the credibility of the Confederacy
so Reconstruction's smooth sailing.
But we also want to ask you,
look in the mirror, take a breath and ask,
are you going overboard with these charges?
It's not too late to admit that you bit off more than you could chew.
Yes?
Does anyone in this room believe Booth acted alone?
No? Then we have to prove it.
- Yes. That is no small task. - I know.
Not only do you need a star witness against Dr. Mudd
and the boardinghouse clan connecting them to Booth,
but you have got to connect them to Richmond.
And you don't have that connection.
The connection between John Wilkes Booth and Jefferson Davis,
you don't have it.
Eckert.
We have Davis giving Surratt a coded order,
"come retribution," right before the assassination.
We know Booth had the decoder to read the message,
but we can't prove it's the assassination order,
and we can't prove Booth ever saw it. You said it yourself.
And the fact remains, our evidence is equivocal.
We've learned how far outside the playbook they're willing to stray.
We--
We may need to bend the rules too.
Very few, if any, understand how code works.
You do.
Make it sound more definitive than it is.
Edwin, please don't fail out of obsession,
desperation to prove your point.
- We support the accusation. - And we believe in the narrative.
But?
Grand conspiracy, it is too ambitious for the evidence.
I disagree.
And ultimately, it's my decision.
Grand conspiracy. Let's build the case.
Delusional.
We'll lose.
War secretary isn't even what he's best at.
Overcompensating with ambition.
I said, "War secretary isn't even what he's best at."
As gifted a war secretary as my father has been,
he is a trial lawyer, through and through.
And let's not forget,
he convinced Congress to allow 200,000 Negro men in the US Army.
He was chosen, instead of Lincoln, in the McCormick-Manny patent case.
Lincoln attended the trial just to watch my father's arguments.
Grand conspiracy is ambitious, yes.
My father would not be who he is--
arguably, the most talented lawyer and organizer of men
in the United States of America--
were he not ambitious.
We believe his theory.
We fear that he simply cannot prove it.
He is the mastermind behind this trial.
He cares about winning this
maybe more than he cared about winning the war.
Two cards.
Has this message been decoded?
Everyone here can be trusted.
Burn it, and then go. I'll reply soon.
A prime agent has reached London.
He's offering us a ship in Savannah.
We could join him in exile in the United Kingdom.
Why would we flee our independence here?
Is this any way to live?
I traded gold and ammunition just so we could feed ourselves.
We fled Richmond so quickly
that I've been reduced to wearing my wife's clothes to keep warm.
Under these conditions, I believe America is worth waiting for.
From overseas.
US Government. On your knees.
- On your knees! - On your knees.
Let me see your hands. Halt, right there.
Where's Davis?
You wanna prepare the next witness? Seward's doorman is here.
One minute.
Is that Georgia?
It's in our code. One minute. But yes, it's Georgia.
Where?
Irwinville.
- Irwinville? - Uh-huh.
Fourth Cavalry of Michigan captured Davis alive.
We have Davis!
Okay. Release this to the press.
Well done.
Francis.
The former president, Davis-- No, no, scratch that.
Abe would never call him that.
Mr. Jefferson Davis,
the traitor who led the separation of the States to preserve slavery...
will be charged with treason
and the conspiracy against Lincoln and the Cabinet.
No. Stop.
More and more freedpeople are on their way.
And they don't expect government assistance forever, but farming
and domestic work, that's all they know.
I'm teaching as many women as I can dressmaking.
And the children need schools, doctors.
You'll have suffrage soon. Conditions will improve, I promise.
Good.
And what did Ellen say about hosting the fundraiser?
She is in Nantucket for the season, so...
Change is difficult for people.
I'm happy to host it myself.
That would be tremendous, Edwin. God bless you.
Good.
There's Miss Simms.
I helped you arrest Mudd.
And me and my brother are doing just fine here.
Why can't we just call it even?
You okay, Mr. Secretary?
Mary...
your testimony would be a great service to our country.
Will you help me?
Mr. Secretary...
despite you taking my land back from me,
despite what this country done to me,
my family, my students...
I still believe in the rights they say exist in America.
So, all I want is to pursue my happiness.
You know? And why they make that so hard for people like me?
Then help me change it.
You're right.
You deserve to be believed as much as any doctor.
You want to hear more details?
Yes.
Davis was captured wearing his wife's shawl.
Is that right?
You know, they humiliated Abe
when he wore women's clothes to avoid death threats in Baltimore.
Tell the press
that Davis was wearing a dress when he was caught.
Jefferson Davis captured wearing a dress.
- Imagine. - Imagine.
Eckert?
I know grand conspiracy is ambitious, but we're--
we're not down to raisins yet.
No, we most certainly are not.
You got Davis.
That's big.
The coroner's finished documenting Booth's body.
We're ready to go.
Good.
I'll take care of the wagon.
Do you mind me asking about the reward money, sir?
We did capture David Herold alive and stopped Booth.
Yes, I mind.
Yes, sir.
What is it?
Did Booth write down his motives?
Is there anything in there that could stain your reputation?
You don't need to worry about that.
Eckert, send for Baker and Conover.
We still need to connect Davis with Booth.
I'm ready to prep the next witness.