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It's Aurelia.
She was bearing a child.

She tried to end it.

We could repair
the perforation.

Was it yours?

You won't be able to bear
a child.

I already got one.

Where did all this come from?
I insist you answer!

Take this fine lady

back up to the wards
where she belongs.

A ball?
In our home?

Emmaand Alice
will be distracting

those two blue bellies,
keeping them busy at the ball

while I slip in
and make my way here.

The oath is
a matter of allegiance.

As the provost marshal,
you could grant me a reprieve.

I can't go back.

Tell Alice
that I love her.

In the lobby, please.
Gather in the lobby.

A rebel patient absquatulated
from this hospital last night.

Posthaste, we will be
bolstering security measures

on any ward
housing confederate patients.

The number of guards
shall be doubled.

The method of changing shifts
is being reviewed.

Major summers,
this escaped scoundrel...

Did he act alone?

We're still looking into whether
he was abetted in his flight

or managed it himself.

Regardless, with "vigilance" as
our watchword, I am confident --

Doctor Summers!

Uh, excuse me.

There's a man out front --
rodent of a bloke --

with a ghoulish lady
by his side.

Says the inspector general
sent him.

The medical inspector
today?

Oh, he was supposed to come
next week.

Shall I send him
away, sir?

Uh...

There's no need to discuss
the escaped patient

outside these walls...

Or even within.

He's addressing you,
sister Isabella.

Ah, we all know
how you girls gossip.

The escaped patient is a minor
lapse we will promptly correct.

Carry on!

Uh, major summers,
a word, please.

Have you given
any contemplation

to the vacant
executive officer position?

I feel the promotion
is due to me --

not now, hale!

Thursday last,
I performed 11 amputations

in an 8-hour period.

11? Really?

With but
two mortalities.

Oh, my, my,
that is impressive.

I-I may not have
the most tender of touch,

but I am efficient
and resourceful,

with a-a strong military record
behind me.

Hale?
Yes?

Are you aware the medical
inspector is waiting to see me?

Yes, I heard the matron.

She --
she just said that.

Fear not, hale.

I will get to your promotion
soon enough.

Dr. summers,
I wanted to discuss

a new hygienic I-Initiative
with you.

It's --
it's very important.

Well, I'm sure it is,
Miss Phinney.

Not as important
as the inspector!

Guard shifts?
They'd better change the guards

while they're at it,
or else these Rebs

will keep running off
whenever they like.

He wasn't right,
you know?

He was on the mend,
but he wasn't nearly himself.

He outwitted
the watchmen.

Perhaps he was more mended
than we knew.

Perhaps he was
put up to it.

Perhaps he had help.

I was at the ball,
chaplain.

Yes, I know.

I saw
what a fine job you did

teaching those union men
how to dance.

Nothing like
a rebel escape

to mask other nefarious
nighttime doings.

Aurelia is being
tended to by Sam.

He's a good man.

I don't know why he chooses
to be here.

If it's merely
to learn medicine...

It's not only that.

It's to be a part of a cause
he believes in.

Ah, yes,
the noble cause.

Well, who am I to judge?
Some men believe in El Dorado.

This malady of yours...
Is not simply cured.

It is a battle
you must continue to fight.

Should you need help...
I'm happy offer it.

Indeed.

You seemed to relish
locking me away in a room.

As a child, I always wanted
a king Charles spaniel.

Well, it's true
what they say --

the bark is worse
than the bite.

Is that what they say?

Mary...

...make sure
the laundress heals well.

Oh, hold still now.

It don't hurt.

I found some eggs
in town.

I...Could fry them up
if you're hungry.

You understand,
don't you?

Why I done it.

I wasn't gonna bring a child
into this world like that.

Someday, someone is gonna give
Bullen what's coming to him.

Oh, leave it alone.

He ain't worth it.

What's he got
on you, huh?

Does it have to do with
your people down South?

Your little boy?

Gabriel?

You'll only make it worse
if you get mixed up in it.

Oh...

I'm tired of waiting!

Please, sir, a doctor will
be with you as soon as he can.

We're all the way down
from Norfolk,

and we're
due back quick,

or hadn't you heard
there's a war to be won?

Water, we got here.
Preacher?

In need of help,
are you, soldier?

Ezekial Davis,
1 st Delaware infantry regiment.

My brothers,
Hiram and Cyrus.

We was granted leave
to come down and visit

our brother, Jeremiah.

Ah. Let's see
where he might be.

He's with the 2nd
out of Baltimore.

Davis, Davis...

Let me check
the registry.

Dr. Foster. I was so sorry
to hear of your illness

and so relieved to get news
of your speedy recovery.

Yes, I was well-tended.
Of course.

Miss Phinney is
a wonderful nurse.

A tad short of experience,
but just wonderful.

I wonder --
has Dr. summers discussed

the position
of executive officer?

I know nothing of it.
Oh, no?

It's a position
the surgeon general now requires

at all of the larger
army hospitals --

a sort of
second-in-command.

Sounds utterly boring.

Now that you're army,
I thought a man of your talent

and ambition might crave
such a position.

I do not crave it,
Miss Hastings.

Oh, no?
Ah, well, very good.

In any event, if there's
anything you need, doctor,

anything at all,
I am always at your service.

Uh, Dr. Foster?

I'll be needing
your help down in the dead room.

Pardon me.

He fought valiantly
for weeks.

We did all we could.

You were his doctor?
Uh, not at the very end.

I was...
Taken ill myself.

Uh, the pastor was there
to fortify him

on his final journey.
Really?

Does he look
fortified to you?

We'll need transport
for the body back to Delaware.

Uh, it's not something

we commonly take care of
here at the hospit--

we can help you
arrange that.

For his trappings,
as well.

His rifle and uniform
are army issue.

His personal traps,
I mean.

Uh, he didn't have any,
I'm afraid.

Mother sent several boxes
of provisions here --

sweet cakes, uh, canned food,
some extra stockings.

She said so in a letter.

Yeah, well,
I'll make inquiries.

What is it?

What?!

He doesn't want it.
The job is yours for the taking.

It is?

He seems entirely
without ambition.

No wonder he has his sights set
on that harridan.

Who, Miss Phinney?
Don't defend her.

I wasn't.
I wouldn't --

stop bloviating.

Go get what's yours,
and by "yours" I mean ours.

I can't right now.
Summers is with the inspector!

What better opportunity
could you want?

Go impress the inspector,
my dear docile dove.

Oh! Yes.

Yes! I see!

Oh, by the way,
I, um, I need some help

in the, uh,
the library.

Several new patients
just in from Winchester.

Those muddy
Massachusetts boys?

Get your friend
Miss Phinney.

She's cut from
the same unseemly cloth.

I am far too busy.

Come.

Hmm.

As you'll see, inspector,

our staff provides
scientific care

while striving to create
a placid atmosphere,

promoting recovery
of mind and body.

Not entirely placid.

There appears to be
some hubbub about.

Hubbub? I-I'm not --

I'm not sure what you mean,
sir -- "hubbub."

I've heard some whispers.
Is there a patient missing?

A patient what?

There are women here.

Are these sores quite painful,
would you say?

Pardon me for a moment,
would you?

Uh
Miss Phinney?

These, um...
These people -- what are they?

They are patients, sir.

Are they fancy girls,
Miss Phinney --

fast tricks,
Dutch gals?

I don't know
what those things are, sir.

These women
are prostitutes.

What the bloody hell --

what are they doing
in my hospital?

It's an assistance program
I've started for public women.

On your own say so
with nary a word to me?

I tried to tell you
this morning.

Oh, no, you did not.

It benefits
the soldiers, truly.
Mm.

There's a been
a significant increase

in cases of syphilis
among the boys.

If the girls are clean,
it only --

y-your logic is impeccable,
Miss Phinney.

Your timing is not.

If this inspector
approves

of the way I'm handling
the job here,

I'll be put on a desk
in Washington city.

Do you know how much I would
like that, Miss Phinney --

a desk
in Washington city?

Very, very much!

Now, please,
get these women out of here

as quickly as possible.

My, my.
What a lot of ladies.

What is it, hale?

Um, I was thinking,
if you need some relief,

I'd be happy
to escort the inspector.

Is that so?

Perhaps if
it smoothed the way

for, um, what
we discussed earlier.

I have to go now.

Quite a day
it's shaping up to be.

Indeed.

Oh, Miss Phinney,
I could use a spot of help

with some of your kinsmen over
here. Do you mind?

I'm rather occupied.
Could you ask, Miss Hastings?

Asked and answered.
Miss Hastings is far too busy.

Come, come.

The nurses can recall
no care package

ever arriving
for your brother.

Tell me, matron,
did these nurses look well-fed,

have sweet-cake crumbs
about their mouth,

or happen to be wearing
extra socks?

Ah, there's no need

to cast aspersions,
corporal Davis.

I'm sure this is all
a misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding?
Those provisions could've

given Jeremiah the strength
he needed to get better.

With all due respect,

your brother died
of a musket ball to the gut,

not a lack of sweet cakes.

Well, at least they would have
brought him comfort

as he faced his maker.

One thing's
for certain, doctor.

We only die but once.

Gentlemen,
my condolences, truly.

But I must resume
my rounds.

I'll see about
helping you arrange transport

for your brother.

Our brother's
not going nowhere.

And neither are we,

not without the things
our mother sent him.

Those from
your secret kitchen, boy?

They're from the ward,
Mr. Bullen.

If you and that Boston blue nose
want to waste your time

doing my job for me,
well, go ahead.

We appreciate that.
So do all the hungry soldiers.

We got a problem between us,
don't we?

A failure to...
Collaborate?

I see how your jaw tightens
every time you come near me.

What we have, sir...

Is...

You on one hand.

A man who thinks
what he does is invisible.

And on the other hand, me,
a man who sees clearly.

I see what you do, Mr. Bullen,
and I see what you are.

Leave her alone now.
Hear me?

Huh. Ain't for me
to do the leaving.

She's the one
that keeps coming around.

Stealing food off wounded men
is low enough,

but some things you take
from a person can kill 'em.

She say I took it?

Only she gave it, boy --
gave it willing.

Why would she do that?!
Huh?!

Now, you tell me!

Tell me!

We had a deal!

What sort of deal?!

Safe passage here
for her family.

S-safe passage from where?

North Carolina, I think.

You think?
You don't know?

It was Roanoke Island.
I said I knew a man down there.

You said?

And you had no intention
of keeping your word, did you?

I'm a hospital steward,

not a goddamn conductor
for the underground railroad!

Now you leave her be,

or I swear by God,
I'll kill you myself.

Bayoneted in the arm
during a camp fight.

He'll be fine to return
to his regiment in a week or so.

Uh, trampled by a horse,
crushed his leg.

It'll have to come off,
of course.

Oh, musket ball
to the buttocks.

Evidently,
by one of his own.

Good lesson on the importance
of rank and file. Um...

What about that man?

Uh, yes, uh...
Alas, there's no hope for him.

Best focus
your ministrations elsewhere.

What precisely
does he suffer from?

Dr. hale,
may I discuss a matter with you?

It's of some urgency --
so sorry.

Why are you here
with her?

Because
you refused to come.

I don't mean that.

I-I tried. I tried to get
a meeting with the inspector,

but, uh,
summers rebuffed it.

Try harder, Byron.

Dear God, must I do
all the thinking for us?

They got him!
Traitor!
Put that dog back!

First front royal,
now Winchester?

Your father's right --

we won't have to live
like this much longer.

Mm.

Some ruckus at the hotel.

Oh, nothing to be
concerned over, dear.

Just rowdy soldiers
making trouble.

This is what happens to
traitors!

This will learn
the rest of them!

Bring 'em all out to see
what happens when you run.

He was hiding in the woods,
but my aim was true!

Took him down
at 50 paces.

You didn't get him,
I did.

Shot him
right off his horse

as he galloped
along the riverbed,

dropped like
a sack of potatoes.

Soldier, enemy or no,
this boy was a child of God,

and this
young lady's friend.

Choose your friends
better, Miss.

Animals!

You cold-blooded savages!

Quiet now.

If you're going to
tell tales,

you might at least
get your stories straight.

Was it the woods or the
riverbank, on foot or horseback?

What does it matter?
The reb got what he deserved.

Better off dead
than out here shooting at us.

How about
one of you marksmen

give me a hand
with his legs?

Let him rot. A warning to any
who'd try the same!

Sam?

That boy
got himself killed?

He'd have been better off
in prison.

Too late now.
What happened there?

Banged it in a door.

Mm, better let me
take a look.

Knuckles are scraped.

Seems like
you hit something.

Dr. Foster, I appreciate
your concern, I do, but...

...i punched a pot.

I'm sure
the pot had it coming.

The steward and I
had a run-in.

Well, it's none
of my business, really.

He's the reason...
For what happened.

He's the cause.

Mr. Bullen is not someone

you can afford
to make an enemy of.

So, what then?

He gets away with it?
Sam --

lying? Stealing?

Do whatever he pleases...
To a vulnerable girl?

Some battles
are not worth fighting.

If that's so...
Then what are we all doing here?

I found some honey in
Doctor Summers' private stash.

He won't miss it.

That dead boy...

He was my sister's beau.

We all grew up
together.

I'm sorry.

I should have...

Done more for him.

He chose to run.
That's not your fault.

The road they used
to bring the wounded men up

from the barges --

I've heard them call it
"mercy street."

Because
it leads them here,

where they might
be saved.

It's a lie.

There's no mercy,
not here.

Not anywhere.

Isn't there?

Isn't it what we offer
every day?

I must go tell my sister.

Thank you, nurse Mary.

You seem to be short
on some wards.

Winchester has
set us back a bit.

It will turn around soon,
doctor.

I hear
they're moving troops

out of the peninsula
and into the valley.

A temporary setback.

We will have our way
before long.

In the meantime,
you must keep up.

You must be Inspector Mussey.

I'm Miss Hastings,
and this is Doctor Hale,

our most experienced
military surgeon --

after Dr. summers,
of course.

Are you the
executive officer then?

Well, no, sir.

That post has not yet
been filled.

It will be soon.
Not to worry.

Though Doctor Hale is
most certainly

the most qualified
candidate.

Shall we continue with the tour?

Pleased to meet you both.

You two have something
in common, I believe.

Isn't that so, Dr. hale?

Yes --
yes, we do.

Um, if I'm not mistaken,

our fathers served together
in the war of 1812.

Is that right? Under
General Stricker's 5th Regiment?

Y-yes.
That sounds correct.

Dr. summers, a word?
Yes, yes, Dr. Foster.

Uh, Inspector Mussey, I'd like
to introduce Dr. Foster.

Mm. A moment?

Quickly, please.

I have concerns
about the steward.

Oh, not now, Dr. Foster.

About how he abuses
his authority.

Steward Bullen has
a challenging job.

The allocation of resources
is a thankless task.

This is not
an allocation issue.

That'll be all,
Dr. Foster.

I'd like
to address this later.

Hmm.

Shall we continue?

Well...

That's a good start

well done, Hastings.

Alice?

They grew up with Tom,

went to school with him.

Played with him, went to church
with him.

It's a terrible thing.

And now poor Olivia.

Widowed at such a young age,
now childless.

She can't even
bury her boy properly.

And if it's money
that she needs...

Not only that --
union rules.

They won't let Tom
be buried here.

Not everyone manages
as we do, James.

Then I will manage this
for Mrs. Fairfax.

I'll see to it
that Tom has a proper burial.

You seem surprised.

I made it myself.

Well, kindness is more
than I've come to expect.

Everyone's got
a right to kindness.

Burn on your side --
is that your only injury?

Led to an abscess.

Peroneal
something or other.

Can't hardly walk now.

It was an accident.

It looks like someone
took an iron to you.

Tell her, you yellow dog.
Tell her how you run away!

I never did.

Dig your furrow straight,
Starks.

We was led right into
stonewall's gunsights.

Don't believe a word
this shirker says, Miss!

Damn you,
you son of a bitch!

Stop it!

To your bed!

Quiet on this ward, or it'll be
the brig for both of you!

I told you
not to mind him.

Ah!

Linear wound
in the soft palate.

Consistent
with a pistol ball.

And this injury
in the back of his head

is where it came out.

So it's improbable
that anyone made this shot

from across a field?

Impossible, actually.

There's soot surrounding
his mouth.

The pistol was discharged
from point-blank range.

Tearing of the tongue and lips
support that, as well.

Point-blank?
Mm.

The barrel was inside
of his mouth, which...

Suggests...

Self-murder. Yes.

It could be worse,

considering the alternative is
a full amputation.

Have you had success
with this technique?

Excision?
Well, as a matter of fact,

let's have Dr. Foster
answer that.

Foster, I am demonstrating
an excision

for Inspector Mussey.

Would you care to relate

your own experiences
with the procedure?

Certainly.
Uh, perhaps later.

I was only trying to fetch
my kit, and here it is.

Now that you're here,
do take a moment.

As I'm sure
Dr. summers explained,

removing the bone fragments,
but leaving the limb

allows new bone to grow,

often enough to restore adequate
function to the appendage.

And in your experience,
this is an effective method?

Well, it's not
always successful,

but on the whole,
it's...

Everything all right,
doctor?

Yes.

Um, I was -- I'm just
remembering something I'm --

I need to attend to.

Uh, finish up for me here,
Foster, would you?

Miss?
Could I have some water?

Of course.

Frank, you're --

yes, my beloved, I am.

I thought when they brought Tom
back, I-I was afraid...

I was dead?

I would be...

If it wasn't for Tom.

We were headed
for the woods.

We'd almost made it --
just one last clearing to cross.

We took fire.

Some bluejackets hiding
like cowards in the bushes.

Is that when Tom --
no.

Tom made it
to the tree line.

Halfway across, my --
my horse threw me.

Oh, Frank!
And I'm lying there...

Rifle gone,
good as dead, and --

And then
out of nowhere, Tom comes back.

He's yelling and waving
his arms, drawing their fire.

I race into the woods,
sure that he is right behind me,

but I turned and saw
that he had fallen.

And you went back
for him?

I started to.

But they were upon him.

I saw him raise his hands
high into the air to surrender.

But they shot him anyway.

Murdered him
in cold blood.

Those are the type of men...
That we are fighting, Emma.

It's important
that everyone knows it.

It's why we must win this war
at any cost.

Have you seen
Miss Hastings?

No, sir.

Well, you'll have to do.
Come with me.

Please come with me.

If this is about
the ladies, sir I --

I need you
to cut off my finger.

What?

Just the tip.

I don't understand.

I was performing an excision
on a gangrenous arm.

While so doing,
I nicked my fingertip.

And now in order to prevent
the spread of the gangrene

through the rest of the hand
and beyond,

the digit must go.

That seems
an extreme course of action.

It is.

But, um, I have seen enough
to take no chances.

An hour from now,
it might be the entire finger.

Two hours,
the whole hand.

Surely, there are others
more qualified than I --

Doctor Foster or --

I am hoping to spare not only
my hand but my pride, as well.

Oh, my. I d--

I don't think I can.

It is not complicated.

I'll talk you
through it.

Can I count on your help --
and your confidence?

You're gonna need this.

And I...

I'm going to
need this.

He'll be buried today
in the Fairfax family plot.

My father's seen to it.

It may seem like small comfort,
but the solace of prayer --

I'm not here to pray.

Help me understand
how men can be so cruel.

There's no good explanation
for the cruelty of war.

When otherwise decent men

believe strongly enough
in a cause --

this is not
about decent men.

This is about union men.

Decent men wouldn't take
all that my family has

with nary
a second thought.

Decent men would not parade
Tom's remains like a trophy.

It was wrong,
undeniably, and yet we have --

decent men would not
cast their lot

with those who are so clearly
not decent men.

You want to know who's
responsible for Tom's death?

You are.

You and everyone
who aided his escape.

Aided him?
I never --

don't lie to me.

He wasn't well.
You knew that as much as I.

I knew no such thing!
He wasn't ready
to go back...

How dare you say
I killed him!

...to hold a musket in his hand
and face the horrors of war.

If his friends hadn't broken him
out, he'd still be alive.

His friends were not the ones
who shot him in cold blood.

His friends didn't pull the
trigger that ended Tom's life!

That's right!
Tom did!

Tom did.

I know it to be true.

You the brothers
of Jeremiah Davis?

We are. This coffin's heavy,
so stand clear.

I heard from the matron
that your brother's belongings

went missing --
some provisions he was sent.

You know
what happened to them?

I'm afraid I do, sir,

and I'm here to apologize
for my misdeeds.

Silas Bullen at your service --
the steward of mansion house.

Are you responsible for the
disappearance of those packages?

Not directly, sir,
but a man in my employ

has proved to be a craven thief,
and he's the culprit.

This man
still work here?

I ran him off as soon as
I discovered his thieving ways.

He's one of them
free niggers.

Seemed to think
freedom meant

freedom to take
what don't belong to him.

Does this thief
have a name?

I know Dr. summers
regarded your visit

with the highest
priority.

No matter.
You seem more than capable

of answering our questions
and a good deal less concerned

with giving us
the whitewash.

Tell me your concerns
about the steward.

That's her!
That's the whore!

You'd better bump her
to the front of the line!

She's the reason
I've been burning for a month!

That right?
Yeah, next, you're gonna blame

that bum foot
on me, too?!

You tramp!
You gimp!

Just how long have you
been treating ladies

at this hospital?

I believe
it's a new program, inspector.

As you can see, it is not
irrelevant to our men's health.

Where can I find Sam Diggs?

Tell me
where he resides, boy.

You better not lie,
or we'll be back for you next.

Uh, inspector,
excuse me for a moment?

Don't you disappear
on me, too!

What's this stir all about,
soldier?

We found out who it was stole
from our dying brother.

Your steward come clean
about the whole affair.

Miss? Miss,
come join us, please.

I feel your report
might benefit

from the perspective
of an actual patient here.

I'll leave you be then
so as not to color her answers.

Be forthright
and thorough

in your conversation,
young lady.

Forthright and thorough are
my specialties, sir.

Uh.

No one must know
about Tom.

It's bad enough
he's here.

Must you disgrace
our whole family

by walking with him
after what they did to Tom?

The chaplain was
Tom's friend.

He has a right
to pay his respects.

Thank you.

I spoke the truth.
Nothing more.

Let's dig a good grave
for Tom.

Is this a rebel party?

It is.
This family's plot's here.

Not anymore. This cemetery is
under union control now.

Go on home.

Listen here,
young man.

For generations,
these people

have buried their dead
in this spot.

Go...On...Home.

You may speak to the provost.
He knows me.

We have an agreement.

And I have orders.

Stop!

I have signed the loyalty oath
just yesterday.

Now...Let us bury this boy
with his ancestors.

Show me the document.

The papers are
at my residence.

Go get them.

Do you really want
to make this mourning party

stand here
while I do that?

Hasn't this boy's poor mother
suffered enough?!

Please.

That's my son.

I beg you!

No, James.

I'm going to dig
this grave now.

If you want to shoot me,
so be it.

I'll dig it big enough
for two.

You quite possibly
saved my life.

I'm relieved
I got through it.

Well...I suppose
even Miss Dix

occasionally
gets something right.

There you are, major.

I was wondering
if you'd ever turn up again.

Oh, m-my sincere apologies,
inspector.

I, um,
I trust Dr. Foster --

disappeared, as well.

It's as if you all have
something better to do

than show me around.

Perhaps Miss Phinney and I
can continue your tour.

Not necessary.

I've seen more than enough
to make my evaluation.

I'll find Miss Evans,
and we'll be on our way.

Thank you for
the hospitality, summers.

And you, too,
Miss Phinney.

Are you leaving already,
inspector?
I am.

Well, I certainly hope you had
an informative visit.

Indeed. Perhaps
a recommendation from you

will spur Dr. summers to fill
that vacant position.

Perhaps, but in all candor,
Miss Hastings,

my recommendation will be
to appoint Dr. Foster.

What?!
Why him?!

He seems to be the man
for the job.

Thanks, honey.

Miss, one more thing...

Oh, Dr. Foster!

They took him!
They're gonna hurt him!

Please don't let them
hurt him!

Mr. Bullen was lying to you!

If I had
your brother's things,

you think I'd be willing
to die for 'em?

With freedom
comes responsibility, boy.

That's something all you people
are gonna have to learn.

You about to learn
the hard way.

Go to hell,
both of you.

Looks like you gonna
go there first.

Let go of the rope!

This ain't none
of your business, doc!

Well, this gun's
about to be your business

if you don't let it go.

I'm a member
of the union army.

So am I.

You gonna shoot me
over a nigger?

I don't think so.

You're already sending
one brother home in a box.

Don't make it two.

Now take the noose off.

Get now.
Take your brother back home.

Don't let me
see you again.

You go inside, you get
some things, and then you leave.

Go to Boston,
go to Philadelphia --

just go someplace else.

But Aurelia, I --
I'll see to her.

The way things are with Bullen,
he won't let you be now.

You're as good as dead
in Alexandria.

Frank, I know.

I know what happened.

That Tom's death wasn't...
How you said it was.

Where did you hear
such a lie?

The chaplain found out
the wound was self-inflicted.

And you'd believe
that holy Joe over me?

Are you falling for him?

A yankee nonetheless?

No, but I wanted
the truth.

And I didn't get it
from you.

I-I understand
why you did it.

They spin their lies,
so we spin ours --

all to strengthen
our will.

But I'm not a soldier.

And I'm not a child who needs to
be shielded from the truth.

I didn't want you to think

it was all for nothing,
what we did.

What we're...Doing.

I didn't want you to lose faith
because of it.

Of course I wouldn't.

Good, 'cause I am working

for the knights
of the golden circle now.

They are prepared
to do anything.

There are things
you may hear of,

things I might
be involved in...

I never want you
to doubt.

Did you run, soldier?

Did you?

Anyone can get scared in battle,
make a mistake.

This was
my second time trying.

My wife, addy, she...

She sent me letters daily,
each more dire than the last.

Our farm is in trouble,
my child's health is failing.

Got too much
to handle alone.

There's a man in town
more than happy to lend a hand.

She started to think that I...
I was never coming home.

She stopped answering
my letters.

You felt you had to
make a choice?

I chose my family.

I know what it is to feel
you are failing a loved one.

I've felt that myself.

They sent word to her
that I was here,

but I've heard nothing.

Do you think I will?

As a woman...Do you?

I'm sure of it.

Rest now.

Dr. hale, you led me to believe
he was beyond saving.

Is it so?

Or is it only
your moral diagnosis?

This hospital has limited
resources, Miss Phinney.

Whom do you think
should go without care?

A soldier who performed his duty
with honor?

Or one who took
a French leave?

His wife needed him.
His child --

lies.

A true muggins will never
acknowledge the corn,

especially when facing
the great beyond.

It is not for us
to decide.

I gave you
explicit instruction --

every man has a right to mercy,
no matter his sins.

I would insist on it
for any soldier.

Even you, sir.

He's a hospital rat,
Miss Phinney.

Don't be taken in.

Bullen -- he sent
those men after you?

I'm sorry you had to find out,
but it's better you know.

Silas has no intention of
bringing your boy to Alexandria.

Never did.

He made me a promise!

Which he'll never honor.

It was all
just a nasty game to him.

You got to believe that,
don't you?

'Cause otherwise
you ruined it --

me getting back the only thing
that mattered to me.

It was for you!

I's hanging from a rope
for trying to protect you!

Please, no, I'm sorry.

It's just...

I care for you.

I do.

Leave with me.

I can't.

Don't you see?

I's waiting
for my Gabriel.

The doctor's right.

It ain't safe for you here,
not if you stay on my account

'cause you think
there's something for us.

Well...

We better off without it.

I hope your findings allow you
to be kind

when reporting
back to your superiors.

Don't fret.
I will be kind, indeed.

As will I, Dr. summers.

Miss Evans,
you will be reporting

to the, um, inspector general,
as well?

No, I am the personal attaché
to the first lady, Mrs. Lincoln.

Oh, I am sorry. I --
I didn't realize...

You weren't meant to.

The purpose
of my visit here

was best accomplished
without fanfare.

Might I ask...
What was that purpose?

To determine
whether mansion house is

a suitable venue
for the first lady's itinerary.

And?

Mrs. Lincoln is not afraid
of real life, Dr. summers,

she embraces it.

So, expect a visit
from her and the president

both soon
in the very near future.

Long day?

Is there
any other kind?

I lied to a man today.

I told him he'd be hearing
from his wife

when I'm quite certain
he will not.

There can be mercy
in a certain kind of deception.

So, mercy is
making a liar of me?

The man is a deserter.

And so hale has deserted him --
left him to die.

I would ask
that you see him.

Mm.

About this morning,
I should have said --

or rather
I should have asked --

may I call you "Mary"?

You already have.

Have you seen Samuel?

I needed his help
with some meals,

but he's
nowhere to be found.

Mr. Diggs is gone.

I don't think
we'll be seeing him again.

I'm sorry
to have kept you waiting.

I made sure
I wasn't followed.

I must say, sir, what a pleasure
it is to meet you.

I saw you in "Richard III"
last year.

My family went to
Richmond for it.

Wonderful, really.
I...The hump --

so...Uh, realistic.

The hump...Is merely
the external representation

of what's happening
in here.

Yes. Of course.

Now, as to
the matter at hand,

that hospital you have
access to, the mansion house,

it's been determined today
that dishonest Abe

shall be visiting there
within the next two weeks.

We need your help
in order to implement a plan.

What sort of a plan?

We're going to blow that place
to kingdom come.

It was a reckless action.

I thought they might shoot you
on the spot.

They need me too much
to shoot me.

Those boys didn't seem
clever enough to know that.

What will happen now, papa,
when they find out the truth?

I'll work it out
with the provost.

The vital thing is that Tom's
in his final resting place

and his mother has
some small comfort.

Father...
I-I'm amazed.

I did what
I promised I'd do.

Oh, it was much more
than that.

You did
the Green name proud.

To Tom,
who gave his life

in courageous defense
of the confederacy.

To Tom.

And to my father,

who honored
that sacrifice today.

To father.

Excuse me.
Union men here to see you, sir.

James Green? You're hereby
placed under arrest.

Why?!
What is this?!

Lying to
a United States officer,

violating the union
authority's rules

by burying a rebel
in a union-controlled cemetery,

and various counts
of treasonous subversion.

Father!
Major, I beg
of you, please --

do not follow!

No!
Oh, my God.