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LINCOLN

By Tony Kushner

Based in Part on
Team of Rivals:
The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln

By Doris Kearns Goodwin

Final Shooting Script December 20, 2011

EXT. BATTLEFIELD, JENKINS’ FERRY, ARKANSAS - DAY

Heavy grey skies hang over a flooded field, the water two feet deep. Cannons and carts, half-submerged and tilted, their wheels trapped in the mud below the surface, are still yoked to dead and dying horses and oxen.

A terrible battle is taking place; two infantry companies, Negro Union soldiers and white Confederate soldiers, knee- deep in the water, staggering because of the mud beneath, fight each other hand-to-hand, with rifles, bayonets, pistols, knives and fists. There’s no discipline or strategy, nothing depersonalized: it’s mayhem and each side intensely hates the other. Both have resolved to take no prisoners.

HAROLD GREEN (V.O.)
Some of us was in the Second Kansas

Colored. We fought the rebs at Jenkins’ Ferry last April, just after they’d killed every Negro soldier they captured at Poison Springs.

EXT. PARADE GROUNDS ADJACENT TO THE WASHINGTON NAVY YARD, ANACOSTIA RIVER - NIGHT

Rain and fog. Union Army companies are camped out across the grounds. Preparations are being made for the impending assault on the Confederate port of Wilmington, North Carolina.

Two black soldiers stand before a bivouacked Negro unit: HAROLD GREEN, an infantryman in his late thirties, and IRA CLARK, a cavalryman in his early twenties. ABRAHAM LINCOLN sits on a bench facing Harold and Ira; his stovepipe hat is at his side.

HAROLD GREEN
So at Jenkins’ Ferry, we decided

warn’t taking no reb prisoners. And we didn’t leave a one of ‘em alive. The ones of us that didn’t die that day, we joined up with the 116th U.S. Colored, sir. From Camp Nelson Kentucky.

LINCOLN
What’s your name, soldier?

HAROLD GREEN Private Harold Green, sir.

IRA CLARK
I’m Corporal Ira Clark, sir. Fifth

Massachusetts Cavalry. We’re waiting over there.

He nods in the direction of his cavalry.

IRA CLARK (CONT’D) We’re leaving our horses behind,

and shipping out with the 24th Infantry for the assault next week on Wilmington.

LINCOLN
(to Harold Green:)

How long’ve you been a soldier?

HAROLD GREEN Two year, sir.

LINCOLN
Second Kansas Colored Infantry,

they fought bravely at Jenkins’ Ferry.

HAROLD GREEN That’s right, sir.

IRA CLARK
They killed a thousand rebel

soldiers, sir. They were very brave.

(hesitating, then)
And making three dollars less each month than white soldiers.

Harold Green is a little startled at Clark’s bluntness.

HAROLD GREEN
Us 2nd Kansas boys, whenever we

fight now we -

IRA CLARK
Another three dollars subtracted

from our pay for our uniforms.

HAROLD GREEN
That was true, yessir, but that

changed -

IRA CLARK Equal pay now. Still no

commissioned Negro officers.

LINCOLN
I am aware of it, Corporal Clark.

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IRA CLARK
Yes, sir, that’s good you’re aware,

sir. It’s only that -

HAROLD GREEN (to Lincoln, trying to

change the subject:)
You think the Wilmington attack is gonna be -

IRA CLARK
Now that white people have

accustomed themselves to seeing Negro men with guns, fighting on their behalf, and now that they can tolerate Negro soldiers getting the same pay - in a few years perhaps they can abide the idea of Negro lieutenants and captains. In fifty years, maybe a Negro colonel. In a hundred years - the vote.

Green’s offended at the way Clark is talking

LINCOLN
What’ll you do after the war,

Corporal Clark?

IRA CLARK
Work, sir. Perhaps you’ll hire me.

LINCOLN Perhaps I will.

IRA CLARK
But you should know, sir, that I

get sick at the smell of bootblack and I can’t cut hair.

Lincoln smiles.

LINCOLN
I’ve yet to find a man could cut

mine so it’d make any difference.

HAROLD GREEN
You got springy hair for a white

man. Lincoln laughs.

to Lincoln.

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LINCOLN
Yes, I do. My last barber hanged

himself. And the one before that. Left me his scissors in his will.

Green laughs.

TWO WHITE SOLDIERS have come up, two young kids, nervous and excited.

FIRST WHITE SOLDIER LINCOLN President Lincoln, sir? Evening, boys.

SECOND WHITE SOLDIER Damn! Damn!

We, we saw you, um. We were at, at -

FIRST WHITE SOLDIER We was at Gettysburg!

HAROLD GREEN SECOND WHITE SOLDIER You boys fight at Gettysburg? DAMN I can’t believe it’s -

FIRST WHITE SOLDIER (CONT’D) (to Green, with mild

contempt)
Naw, we didn’t fight there.
We just signed up last month. We saw him two years ago at the cemetery dedication.

SECOND WHITE SOLDIER Yeah, we heard you speak! We...

DAMN DAMN DAMN! Uh, hey, how tall are you anyway?!

FIRST WHITE SOLDIER Jeez, SHUT up!

LINCOLN
Could you hear what I said?

FIRST WHITE SOLDIER No, sir, not much, it was-

SECOND WHITE SOLDIER (he recites, fast and

mechanically:)
“Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the

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proposition that all men are created equal.”

LINCOLN
That’s good, thank you for -

FIRST WHITE SOLDIER “Now we are engaged in a great

civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are, we are, we are met on a great battlefield of that war.”

LINCOLN Thank you, that’s -

SECOND WHITE SOLDIER
“We have come to dedicate a portion

of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is...”

(He chokes up a little.)

FIRST WHITE SOLDIER
His uncles, they died on the second

day of fighting.

SECOND WHITE SOLDIER A VOICE (O.C.)
I know the last part. “It is, Company up! Move it out! uh, it is rather -”

Soldiers all over the field rise up at the mustering of the troops. Names of regiments, brigades, divisions are called: all across the field, the men put out fires, put on knapsacks.

LINCOLN (to the two white

soldiers:)
You fellas best find your company.

FIRST WHITE SOLDIER (saluting Lincoln:)

Thank you, sir. God bless you!

LINCOLN God bless you.

The second white soldier salutes, and the two move out.

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Green salutes Lincoln as well and glances at Clark, who remains, looking down. Green leaves. Clark looks up, salutes Lincoln and, turning smartly, walks toward his unit.

Then he stops, turns back, faces Lincoln, who watches him. A beat, and then, in a tone of admiration and cautious admonishment, reminding Lincoln of his promise:

IRA CLARK
“That we here highly resolve that

these dead shall not have died in vain — “

Clark salutes Lincoln again, turns again and walks away. Lincoln watches him go. As he walks into the fog, Clark continues reciting in a powerful voice:

IRA CLARK (CONT’D)
“ - That this nation, under God,

shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

Lincoln watches Clark until the fog’s swallowed him up. TITLE:

JANUARY, 1865
TWO MONTHS HAVE PASSED SINCE ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S RE-ELECTION THE AMERICAN CIVIL WAR IS NOW IN ITS FOURTH YEAR

EXT. A SHIP AT SEA - NIGHT

A huge, dark, strange-looking steamship, part wood and part iron, turreted like a giant ironclad monitor, is plowing through the choppy black waters of an open sea.

Lincoln is alone, in darkness, on the deck, which has no railing, open to the sea. The ship’s tearing through rough water, but there’s little pitching, wind or spray. The deck is dominated by the immense black gunnery turret.

LINCOLN (V.O.)
It’s nighttime. The ship’s moved

by some terrible power, at a terrific speed.

Lincoln stares out towards a barely discernible horizon, indicated by a weird, flickering, leaden glow, which appears to recede faster than the fast-approaching ship.

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LINCOLN (V.O.)
Though it’s imperceptible in the

darkness, I have an intuition that we’re headed towards a shore. No one else seems to be aboard the vessel. I’m alone.

INT. MARY’S BOUDOIR, SECOND FLOOR OF THE WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT

The room’s cozy, attractive, cluttered, part dressmaker’s workshop, part repository of Mary’s endless purchases: clothing, fabrics, knicknacks, carpets. Books everywhere.

Lincoln reclines on a French chair, too small for his lengthy frame. He’s in shirtsleeves, vest unbuttoned and tie unknotted, shoeless. He has an open folio filled with documents on his lap.

MARY LINCOLN sits opposite, in a nightgown, housecoat and night cap. She watches him in her vanity mirror.

She looks frightened. TITLE: THE WHITE HOUSE

LINCOLN
I could be bounded in a nutshell

and count myself a king of infinite space...were it not that I have bad dreams.
I reckon it’s the speed that’s strange to me. I’m used to going a deliberate pace.

Mary looks at him, stricken with alarm.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
I should spare you. I shouldn’t

tell you my dreams.

MARY
I don’t want to be spared if you

aren’t! And you spare me nothing.
He looks down at the carpet, then back up at her.

MARY (CONT’D)
Perhaps perhaps it’s the assault on

Wilmington port. You dream about the ship before a battle, usually.

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LINCOLN
(rapping lightly on his

forehead:) How’s the coconut?

MARY Beyond description.

She delicately touches her head.

MARY (CONT’D)
Almost two years, nothing mends.

Another casualty of the war. Who wants to listen to a useless woman grouse about her carriage accident?

I do.

LINCOLN

MARY
Stuff! You tell me dreams, that’s

all, I’m your soothsayer, that’s all I am anymore, I’m not to be trusted with - Even if it wasn’t a carriage accident, even if it was an attempted assassination -

LINCOLN
It was most probably an -

MARY
It was an assassin. Whose intended

target was you.

LINCOLN
How’s the plans for the big shindy

progressing?

MARY
I don’t want to talk about parties!

You don’t care about parties.

LINCOLN
Not much but they’re a necessary -

Mary studies Lincoln, thinking. Then a revelation:

MARY
I know...I know what it’s about.

The ship, it isn’t Wilmington Port, it’s not a military campaign! It’s the amendment to abolish slavery! Why else would you force me to

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invite demented radicals into my home?

Lincoln closes his folio.

MARY (CONT'D) You’re going to try to get the

amendment passed in the House of Representatives, before the term ends, before the Inauguration.

LINCOLN (standing:)

Don’t spend too much money on the flubdubs.

Mary stands, goes up to him.

MARY
No one’s loved as much as you, no

one’s ever been loved so much, by the people, you might do anything now. Don’t, don’t waste that power on an amendment bill that’s sure of defeat.

Seeing that he’s not going to discuss this, she turns away, walking to an open window.

MARY (CONT’D)
Did you remember Robert’s coming

home for the reception?
Lincoln nods, though Mary isn’t bothering to look at him.

MARY (CONT’D) I knew you’d forget.

She closes the window.

MARY (CONT’D)
That’s the ship you’re sailing on.

The Thirteenth Amendment. You needn’t tell me I’m right. I know I am.

She watches as he leaves the room, smiling in bitter victory: she’s right.

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INT. HALLWAY, LEAVING MARY’S BOUDOIR - NIGHT

Lincoln encounters ELIZABETH KECKLEY, a light-skinned black woman, 38, Mary’s dressmaker and close friend, holding a dark- blue velvet bodice embroidered with jet beads.

LINCOLN
It’s late, Mrs. Keckley.

ELIZABETH KECKLEY (holding out the bodice:)

She needs this for the grand reception.

Lincoln bends down to look at the intricate beading.

ELIZABETH KECKLEY (CONT'D) It’s slow work.

He nods, smiles, straightens up.

LINCOLN Good night.

He continues down the hall. Mrs. Keckley starts to enter Mary’s boudoir, then stops, sensing something amiss. She calls quietly after Lincoln:

ELIZABETH KECKLEY (concerned, a little

exasperated:)
Did you tell her a dream?

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, SECOND FLOOR, WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT

A working room, sparsely furnished. Lincoln’s desk is heaped with files, books, newspapers. The desk’s near a window, now open. Comfortable chairs and a rocker are in a corner. Near the fireplace, in which embers are dying, there’s a long table, eight chairs around it, settings by each chair of inkwells and pens.

Dozens of maps cover the walls and the crowded bookcases.

Lincoln opens the door and enters to find his 10 year-old son TAD LINCOLN near the hearth, sleeping, sprawled on a very large military map. Lead toy soldiers are scattered across it.

A large mahogany box, imprinted ALEXANDER GARDNER STUDIOS, is open near Tad’s head. The box contains large glass plates, each framed in wood; these are photographic negatives. Tad’s been looking at several, which lie near him on the map.

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Lincoln kneels by Tad and looks down at the map, a topographical and strategic survey of the no-man’s land between Union and Confederate forces at Petersburg. He scrutinizes the precisely drawn blue and grey lines.

He lifts one of the glass plates and holds it to the firelight: it’s a large photographic negative of a young black boy. There’s a caption, in elegant cursive script: “Abner, age 12 - $500”

And another: “Two young boys, 10 & 14 - $700”

Lincoln puts the plates back in the box and closes the lid. Carefully brushing the toy soldiers aside, he lies down beside Tad. He touches Tad’s hair and kisses his forehead. Tad stirs as Lincoln gets on all fours; without really waking up, knowing the routine, Tad climbs onto his father’s back. Tad holds on as his father stands, weary, and maybe a little surprised to find his growing son slightly heavier than he was the night before.

TAD (fast asleep:)

Papa...

Hmm?

LINCOLN

TAD
Papa I wanna see Willie.

LINCOLN (whispering:)

Me too, Taddie. But we can’t.

TAD Why not?

LINCOLN
Willie’s gone. Three years now.

He’s gone.
Lincoln carries Tad out of the room, closing the door.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE TREASURY DEPARTMENT, WASHINGTON - MORNING

A new flagpole is being dedicated. Lincoln, in a black overcoat and his stovepipe hat, and Treasury Secretary WILLIAM FESSENDEN, 59, stand by the pole. They face an audience of officials, clerks, dignitaries, wives, soldiers. A Marine band finishes a jaunty instrumental rendition of “We Are Coming Father Abra’am.”

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Two soldiers fasten a flag to the halyards. Lincoln moves into place; as the crowd applauds, he takes a sheet of paper from inside his hat and glances at it. Then he looks up.

LINCOLN
The part assigned to me is to raise

the flag, which, if there be no fault in the machinery, I will do, and when up, it will be for the people to keep it up.

He puts the paper away. The audience waits, expecting more.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) That’s my speech.

He smiles at them. They applaud, some laughing. As Lincoln turns the crank, hoisting the flag, a solo trumpet plays “We Are Coming Father Abra’am” and the audience joins in. Among them, Secretary of State WILLIAM SEWARD, 64, in a thick, exquisite winter coat and hat, and Lincoln’s dapper assistant secretary, JOHN HAY, 27. Seward looks pleased.

AUDIENCE
“We are coming, Father Abra’am,

three hundred thousand more, From Mississippi’s winding stream and from New England’s shore...” We leave our plows and workshops,

our wives and children dear,
With hearts too full for utterance, With but a silent tear.
We’re coming Father Abra’am...”

EXT. A CARRIAGE, PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE, WASHINGTON - MORNING

In a four-door carriage, top down, Seward sits opposite Lincoln. Hay, next to Seward, organizes papers in a portfolio on his lap.

SEWARD
Even if every Republican in the

House votes yes - far from guaranteed, since when has our party unanimously supported anything? - but say all our fellow Republicans vote for it. We’d still be twenty votes short.

LINCOLN Only twenty.

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SEWARD Only twenty!

LINCOLN
We can find twenty votes.

SEWARD
Twenty House Democrats who’ll vote

to abolish slavery! In my opinion -

LINCOLN
To which I always listen.

SEWARD Or pretend to.

LINCOLN
With all three of my ears.

SEWARD
We’ll win the war soon - It’s

inevitable, isn’t it?

LINCOLN Ain’t won yit.

SEWARD
You’ll begin your second term with

semi-divine stature. Imagine the possibilities peace will bring! Why tarnish your invaluable luster with a battle in the House? It’s a rats’ nest in there, the same gang of talentless hicks and hacks that rejected the amendment ten months back. We’ll lose.

Lincoln smiles.
I like our chances now.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, THE WHITE HOUSE - MORNING

Lincoln is at his desk, Hay feeding him documents to read and sign. Seward warms himself by the fireplace, holding a brandy.

SEWARD
Consider the obstacles that we’d

face. The aforementioned two-thirds majority needed to pass an amendment: we have a Republican

LINCOLN

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majority, but barely more than fifty percent -

LINCOLN Fifty-six.

SEWARD
We need Democratic support. There’s

none to be had.

LINCOLN
Since the House last voted on the

amendment there’s been an election. Sixty-four Democrats lost their House seats in November. That’s sixty-four Democrats looking for work come March.

SEWARD LINCOLN
I know, but that’s - They don’t need to worry

about re-election, they can vote however it suits ‘em.

There’s a knock at the office door.

SEWARD
But we can’t, um, buy the

vote for the amendment. It’s too important.

LINCOLN (to Hay:)

Might as well let ‘em in.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
I said nothing of buying anything.

We need twenty votes was all I said. Start of my second term, plenty of positions to fill.

Hay opens the door to the outer office, admitting the sound of a sizable crowd. JOHN NICOLAY, 33, Lincoln’s rather severe German-born senior secretary, ushers in MR. JOLLY, mid-40s, mud-spattered coat, hat in hands, followed by MRS. JOLLY, similarly road-worn, holding a suitcase. Lincoln stands.

JOHN NICOLAY
Mr. President, may I present Mr.

and Mrs. Jolly who’ve come from Missouri to -

MR. JOLLY
From Jeff City, President.

Lincoln shakes Mr. Jolly’s hand. Mrs. Jolly curtseys.

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LINCOLN
Mr. Jolly. Ma’am. This by the

fire’s Secretary of State Seward. Seward nods slightly as he lights a Cuban cigar.

Jeff City.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)

Lincoln looks at the Jollys. They are worried and a little awed.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
I heard tell once of a Jefferson

City lawyer who had a parrot that’d wake him each morning crying out, “Today is the day the world shall end, as scripture has foretold.” And one day the lawyer shot him for the sake of peace and quiet, I presume, thus fulfilling, for the bird at least, its prophecy!

Lincoln smiles. The Jollys don’t get it. Mr. Jolly looks back at Seward, who gestures for him to speak, then exhales a plume of smoke.

MR. JOLLY (launching into his

prepared speech:)
They’s only one tollbooth in Jeff City, t’ the southwest ‘n this man Heinz Sauermagen from Rolla been in illegal possession for near two yar, since your man General Schofield set him up there. But President Monroe give that tollgate to my granpap and Quincy Adams give my pap a letter saying it’s our’n for keeps. Mrs. Jolly got the -

(to his wife:)
Show Mr. Lincoln the Quincy Adams letter.

Mrs. Jolly opens the suitcase and begins to dig frantically for the letter.

LINCOLN
That’s unnecessary, Mrs. Jolly.

Just tell me what you want from me.

Seward exhales more smoke.

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Mr. Jolly starts coughing, while Mrs. Jolly tries to fan away the cigar smoke with the Quincy Adams letter.

MRS. JOLLY
Mr. Jolly’s emphysema don’t care

for cigars.

SEWARD
Madame. Do you know about the

proposed Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution -

MRS. JOLLY
Yes sir, everybody knows of it. The

President favors it.

SEWARD Do you?

We do.

MRS. JOLLY

SEWARD
You know that it abolishes slavery?

MRS. JOLLY Yes sir. I know it.

SEWARD
And is that why you favor it?

MRS. JOLLY
What I favor’s ending the war.

Once’t we do away with slavery, the rebs’ll quit fighting, since slavery’s what they’re fighting for. Mr. Lincoln, you always says so. With the amendment, slavery’s ended and they’ll give up. The war can finish then.

SEWARD
If the war finished first, before

we end slavery, would -

MRS. JOLLY President Lincoln says the war

won’t stop unless we finish slavery-

SEWARD
But if it did. The South is

exhausted. If they run out of bullets and men, would you still

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want your, uh - Who’s your representative?

LINCOLN
Jeff City? That’s, uh, Congressman

Burton?

MRS. JOLLY
“Beanpole” Burton, I mean, Josiah

Burton, yes, sir!

LINCOLN (to Mrs. Jolly:)

Republican. Undecided on the question of the amendment, I believe. Perhaps you could call on him and inform him of your enthusiasm.

Yeah...

MRS. JOLLY

SEWARD
Madam? If the rebels surrender next

week, would you, at the end of this month, want Congressman Burton to vote for the Thirteenth Amendment?

Mrs. Jolly is puzzled, and looks to Mr. Jolly. Then:

MRS. JOLLY
If that was how it was, no more war

and all, I reckon Mr. Jolly’d much prefer not to have Congress pass the amendment.

Mr. Jolly nods. Seward glances at Lincoln, then turns back to the Jollys:

SEWARD And why’s that?

Mr. Jolly’s surprised: the answer’s so obvious.

MR. JOLLY
(in a hoarse voice:)

Niggers.

MRS. JOLLY
If he don’t have to let some

Alabama coon come up to Missouri, steal his chickens, and his job, he’d much prefer that.

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Seward takes the letter from Mrs. Jolly and hands it to Lincoln.

SEWARD
(to Lincoln, quietly:)

The people!
I begin to see why you’re in such a great hurry to put it through.

LINCOLN (to Mr. Jolly:)

Would you let me study this letter, sir, about the tollbooth? Come back to me in the morning and we’ll consider what the law says.

Lincoln stands.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
And be sure to visit “Beanpole” and

tell him that you support passage of the Amendment. As a military necessity.

The Jollys nod, skeptical now.

NICOLAY (to the Jollys:)

Thank you.
Nicolay escorts them out. Before he closes the door:

LINCOLN
Oh, Nicolay? When you have a

moment.

Nicolay nods and steps into the anteroom, where dozens more petitioners are waiting to speak with Lincoln. Hay confers with the doorman. Seward closes the door behind them.

Lincoln kneels at the fireplace, stoking the fire. He puts more wood in, then stands. Seward watches him, then:

SEWARD
If procuring votes with offers of

employment is what you intend, I’ll fetch a friend from Albany who can supply the skulking men gifted at this kind of shady work. Spare me the indignity of actually speaking to Democrats. Spare you the exposure and liability.

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There is a sharp knock on the closed door, followed by two long ones.

LINCOLN
Pardon me, that’s a distress

signal, which I am bound by solemn oath to respond to.

Lincoln opens the door. Tad enters, cross.

TAD
Tom Pendel took away the glass

camera plates of slaves Mr. Gardner sent over because Tom says mama says they’re too distressing, but-

LINCOLN
You had nightmares all night,

mama’s right to -

TAD
But I’ll have worse nightmares if

you don’t let me look at the plates again!

LINCOLN Perhaps.

SEWARD
We can’t afford a single defection

from anyone in our party...not even a single Republican absent when they vote. You know who you’ve got to see.

Nicolay enters. Lincoln turns to him.

LINCOLN
Send over to Blair House. Ask

Preston Blair can I call on him around five o’clock.

SEWARD
(a shudder, a swallow of

brandy:)
God help you. God alone knows what he’ll ask you to give him.

INT. THE LIBRARY, BLAIR HOUSE, WASHINGTON - EVENING Lincoln’s perched on the edge of an ottoman.

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LINCOLN
If the Blairs tell ‘em to, no

Republican will balk at voting for the amendment.

The room is baronial. PRESTON BLAIR, patriarch of his wealthy and powerful family, 72 years old, sits facing his son, MONTGOMERY BLAIR, 50, whip-thin. A fire blazes in a massive fireplace behind Monty. Preston’s handsome, elegant daughter, ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE, 45, sits across from Monty, next to Tad, who’s wearing a Union infantryman’s uniform, a real musket by his side.

MONTGOMERY BLAIR
No conservative Republican is what

you mean -

PRESTON BLAIR All Republicans ought to be

conservative, I founded this party - in my own goddamned home - to be a conservative antislavery party, not a hobbyhorse for goddamned radical abolitionists and -

ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE Damp down the dyspepsia, daddy,

you’ll frighten the child.

MONTGOMERY BLAIR (to Lincoln:)

You need us to keep the conservative side of the party in the traces while you diddle the radicals and bundle up with Thaddeus Stevens’s gang. You need our help.

LINCOLN Yes, sir, I do.

MONTGOMERY BLAIR Well, what do we get?

ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE Whoo! Blunt! Your manners, Monty,

must be why Mr. Lincoln pushed you out of his cabinet.

PRESTON BLAIR MONTGOMERY BLAIR He was pushed out - I wasn’t pushed.

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ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE (CONT’D) (smiling sarcastically:)

Oh of course you weren’t.

PRESTON BLAIR
He was pushed out to placate

the goddamn radical abolishonists!

MONTGOMERY BLAIR (to Tad:)

I agreed to resign.

ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE (CONT’D) (a nod at Tad:)

Oh Daddy, please!

PRESTON BLAIR
You don’t mind, boy, do you?

LINCOLN
He spends his days with soldiers.

TAD
They taught me a song!

PRESTON BLAIR
Did they? Soldiers know all manner

of songs. How’s your brother Bob?

TAD
He’s at school now, but he’s coming

to visit in four days! For the shindy!

PRESTON BLAIR
At school! Ain’t that fine! Good

he’s not in the army!

TAD
Oh he wants to be, but mama said he

can’t -

PRESTON BLAIR Dangerous life, soldiering.

ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE
Your mama is wise to keep him clean

out of that.

PRESTON BLAIR
Now your daddy knows that what I

want, in return for all the help I give him, is to go down to Richmond like he said I could, soon as Savannah fell, and talk to Jefferson Davis. Give me terms I

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can offer to Jefferson Davis to start negotiating for peace. He’ll talk to me!

MONTGOMERY BLAIR Conservative members of your party

want you to listen to overtures from Richmond. That above all.

Two black servants who have entered begin to pour and serve tea.

MONTGOMERY BLAIR (CONT'D) They’ll vote for this rash and

dangerous amendment only if every other possibility is exhausted.

PRESTON BLAIR Our Republicans ain’t

abolitionists. We can’t tell our people they can vote yes on abolishing slavery unless at the same time we can tell ‘em that you’re seeking a negotiated peace.

The Blairs look at Lincoln, waiting for an answer.

EXT. OUTSIDE BLAIR HOUSE - NIGHT

A light snow’s beginning to fall. A lacquered coach stands outside the house, the Blair crest in gold on its doors.

Elizabeth Blair Lee, a blanket in her arms, comes out of the house, talking to LEO, an elderly black servant, formerly a slave belonging to the Blairs. They’re followed by an elderly black woman in a housekeeper’s uniform.

ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE Leo, it’s a hundred miles to

Richmond. Get him drunk so he can sleep.

LEO Yes’m.

Elizabeth goes to the carriage, where Preston awaits. She passes the blanket through the carriage window and tucks it around her father.

ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE Here, daddy.

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Oh! Thank you.

(fussing with the

blanket:)
Let’s fix this up...

23. PRESTON BLAIR ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE

PRESTON BLAIR Where’s my hat?

ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE Leo has your hat. All right?

As Leo climbs into the carriage, Elizabeth kisses her hand, then slaps the kiss on her father’s cheek.

ELIZABETH BLAIR LEE (CONT’D) Go make peace.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, WHITE HOUSE - MORNING

The cabinet has assembled. Lincoln heads the table, Seward at his left and EDWIN M. STANTON, Secretary of War, 51, barrel- shaped, long bearded, bespectacled, at his right. Next to him are Secretary of the Navy GIDEON WELLES, 63, luxurious white hair (it’s a wig) and a flowing snowy beard; Postmaster General WILLIAM DENNISON, 50; Secretary of the Interior JOHN USHER, 49; Secretary of the Treasury WILLIAM FESSENDEN, 59; and Attorney General JAMES SPEED, 53.

Nicolay and Hay are in chairs behind Lincoln, taking notes.

LINCOLN (to Stanton:)

Thunder forth, God of War!
Stanton clears his throat. He’s noticed the singed edge.

STANTON
We’ll commence our assault on

Wilmington from the sea. (peeved:)

Why is this burnt? Was the boy playing with it?

LINCOLN
It got took by a breeze several

nights back.

STANTON
This is an official War Department

map!

SEWARD
And the entire cabinet’s waiting to

hear what it portends.

WELLES
A bombardment. From the largest

fleet the Navy has ever assembled.

LINCOLN (to Welles:)

Old Neptune! Shake thy hoary locks! Welles stands.

WELLES
Fifty-eight ships are underway, of

every tonnage and firing range.
Welles gestures on the map to the positions of many ships.

STANTON
We’ll keep up a steady barrage. Our

first target is Fort Fisher. It defends Wilmington Port.

Stanton indicates the lines tracing artillery trajectories. These converge particularly heavily on Fort Fisher.

JAMES SPEED A steady barrage?

STANTON
A hundred shells a minute.

There’s a moment of shocked silence.

STANTON (CONT’D) Till they surrender.

Dear God.

WILLIAM FESSENDEN

WELLES Yes. Yes.

LINCOLN Wilmington’s their last open

seaport. Therefore...

STANTON
Wilmington falls, Richmond falls

after.

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SEWARD
And the war... is done.

The rest of the cabinet applauds, foot stomping, table slapping. Only John Usher doesn’t join in.

JOHN USHER
Then why, if I may ask are we not

concentrating the nation’s attention on Wilmington? Why, instead, are we reading in the Herald -

(he smacks a newspaper on the table)

- that the anti-slavery amendment is being precipitated onto the House floor for debate - because your eagerness, in what seems an unwarranted intrusion of the Executive into Legislative prerogatives, is compelling it to it’s... to what’s likely to be its premature demise? You signed the Emancipation Proclamation, you’ve done all that can be expected -

JAMES SPEED
The Emancipation Proclamation’s

merely a war measure. After the war the courts’ll make a meal of it.

JOHN USHER
When Edward Bates was Attorney

General, he felt confident in it enough to allow you to sign -

JAMES SPEED (a shrug:)

Different lawyers, different opinions. It frees slaves as military exigent, not in any

a other -

LINCOLN
I don’t recall Bates being any too

certain about the legality of my Proclamation, just it wasn’t downright criminal. Somewhere’s in between. Back when I rode the legal circuit in Illinois I defended a woman from Metamora named Melissa Goings, 77 years old, they said she murdered her husband; he was 83. He was choking her; and, uh, she grabbed ahold of a stick of fire-

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wood and fractured his skull, ‘n he died. In his will he wrote “I expect she has killed me. If I get over it, I will have revenge.”

This gets a laugh.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) No one was keen to see her

convicted, he was that kind of husband. I asked the prosecuting attorney if I might have a short conference with my client. And she and I went into a room in the courthouse, but I alone emerged. The window in the room was found to be wide open. It was believed the old lady may have climbed out of it. I told the bailiff right before I left her in the room she asked me where she could get a good drink of water, and I told her Tennessee. Mrs. Goings was seen no more in Metamora. Enough justice had been done; they even forgave the bondsman her bail.

JOHN USHER I’m afraid I don’t -

LINCOLN
I decided that the Constitution

gives me war powers, but no one knows just exactly what those powers are. Some say they don’t exist. I don’t know. I decided I needed them to exist to uphold my oath to protect the Constitution, which I decided meant that I could take the rebels’ slaves from ‘em as property confiscated in war. That might recommend to suspicion that I agree with the rebs that their slaves are property in the first place. Of course I don’t, never have, I’m glad to see any man free, and if calling a man property, or war contraband, does the trick... Why I caught at the opportunity. Now here’s where it gets truly slippery. I use the law allowing for the seizure of property in a war knowing it applies only to the property of governments and

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citizens of belligerent nations. But the South ain’t a nation, that’s why I can’t negotiate with ’em. So if in fact the Negroes are property according to law, have I the right to take the rebels’ property from ‘em, if I insist they’re rebels only, and not citizens of a belligerent country? And slipperier still: I maintain it ain’t our actual Southern states in rebellion, but only the rebels living in those states, the laws of which states remain in force. The laws of which states remain in force. That means, that since it’s states’ laws that determine whether Negroes can be sold as slaves, as property - the Federal government doesn’t have a say in that, least not yet -

(a glance at Seward, then:)

- then Negroes in those states are slaves, hence property, hence my war powers allow me to confiscate ‘em as such. So I confiscated ‘em. But if I’m a respecter of states’ laws, how then can I legally free ‘em with my Proclamation, as I done, unless I’m cancelling states’ laws? I felt the war demanded it; my oath demanded it; I felt right with myself; and I hoped it was legal to do it, I’m hoping still.

He looks around the table. Everyone’s listening.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
Two years ago I proclaimed these

people emancipated - “then, thenceforward and forever free.” But let’s say the courts decide I had no authority to do it. They might well decide that. Say there’s no amendment abolishing slavery. Say it’s after the war, and I can no longer use my war powers to just ignore the courts’ decisions, like I sometimes felt I had to do. Might those people I freed be ordered back into slavery? That’s why I’d like to get the Thirteenth Amendment through the House, and on

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its way to ratification by the states, wrap the whole slavery thing up, forever and aye. As soon as I’m able. Now. End of this month. And I’d like you to stand behind me. Like my cabinet’s most always done.

A moment’s silence, broken by a sharp laugh from Seward.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
As the preacher said, I could write

shorter sermons but once I start I get too lazy to stop.

JOHN USHER
It seems to me, sir, you’re

describing precisely the sort of dictator the Democrats have been howling about.

JAMES SPEED Dictators aren’t susceptible to

law.

JOHN USHER
Neither is he! He just said as

much! Ignoring the courts? Twisting meanings? What reins him in from, from...

LINCOLN
Well, the people do that, I

suppose. I signed the Emancipation Proclamation a year and half before my second election. I felt I was within my power to do it; however I also felt that I might be wrong about that; I knew the people would tell me. I gave ‘em a year and half to think about it. And they re- elected me.

(beat)
And come February the first, I intend to sign the Thirteenth Amendment.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, WHITE HOUSE - EARLY AFTERNOON

Nicolay opens the door to the crowded outer office to admit perpetually worried JAMES ASHLEY, 42, (R, OH). Tad eyes him from a chair by the window.

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Lincoln enters the room with Seward.

LINCOLN
Well, Mr. Representative Ashley!

Tell us the news from the Hill.

Lincoln shakes his hand and warmly claps the discombobulated but flattered representative on the shoulder.

JAMES ASHLEY Well! Ah! News -

LINCOLN
Why for instance is this thus, and

what is the reason for this thusness?

Excuse me. What?

- immediately, and - You are the amendment’s manager, are you not?

I...

JAMES ASHLEY

SEWARD
James, we want you to bring the

anti-slavery amendment to the floor for debate -

JAMES ASHLEY SEWARD

JAMES ASHLEY I am, of course - But -

Immediately?

SEWARD
And we’re counting on robust

radical support, so tell Mr. Stevens we expect him to put his back into it, it’s not going to be easy, but we trust -

JAMES ASHLEY
It’s impossible. No, I am sorry,

no, we can’t organize anything immediately in the House. I have been canvassing the Democrats since the election, in case any of them softened after they got walloped. But they have stiffened if anything, Mr. Secretary. There aren’t nearly enough votes -

LINCOLN
We’re whalers, Mr. Ashley!

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JAMES ASHLEY Whalers? As in, um, whales?

Lincoln moves in, standing very close to Ashley.

LINCOLN
We’ve been chasing this whale for a

long time. We’ve finally placed a harpoon in the monster’s back. It’s in, James, it’s in! We finish the deed now, we can’t wait! Or with one flop of his tail he’ll smash the boat and send us all to eternity!

SEWARD
On the 31st of this month. Of this

year. Put the amendment up for a vote.

Ashley is agog.

INT. THADDEUS STEVENS’S OFFICE IN THE CAPITOL - EVENING

The room’s redolent of politics, ideology (a bust of Robespierre, a print of Tom Paine), long occupancy and hard work. On the wall opposite a massive desk hangs a faded banner: “RE-ELECT THADDEUS STEVENS, REPUBLICAN TICKET, 9TH CONGRESSIONAL DISTRICT, LANCASTER PENNSYLVANIA”. At the desk sits THADDEUS STEVENS (R, PA), 73, bald under a horrible red wig, a gaunt, powerful face resembling Lincoln’s, though beardless and bitter.

In the office are Ashley, Speaker of the House SCHUYLER COLFAX (R, IN), formidable Senator BLUFF WADE (R, MA), who’s never smiled, and ASA VINTNER LITTON (R, MD).

Whalers?

BLUFF WADE

JAMES ASHLEY That’s what he said.

BLUFF WADE
The man’s never been near a whale

ship in his life! (to Stevens:)

Withdraw radical support, force him to abandon this scheme, whatever he’s up to - He drags his feet about everything, Lincoln; why this urgency? We got it through the Senate without difficulty because

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we had the numbers. Come December you’ll have the same in the House. The amendment’ll be the easy work of ten minutes.

ASA VINTNER LITTON He’s using the threat of the

amendment to frighten the rebels into an immediate surrender.

SCHUYLER COLFAX
I imagine we’d rejoice to see that.

ASA VINTNER LITTON
Will you rejoice when the Southern

states have re-joined the Union, pell-mell, as Lincoln intends them to, and one by one each refuses to ratify the amendment? If we pass it, which we won’t.

(to Stevens:)
Why are we co-operating with, with him? We all know what he’s doing and we all know what he’ll do. We can’t offer up abolition’s best legal prayer to his games and tricks.

BLUFF WADE
He’s said he’d welcome the South

back with all its slaves in chains.

JAMES ASHLEY
Three years ago he said that! To

calm the border states when we were-

THADDEUS STEVENS

I don’t.
This confuses the room. Stevens turns to Vintner Litton.

THADDEUS STEVENS (CONT’D) You said “we all know what he’ll

do.” I don’t know.

ASA VINTNER LITTON You know he isn’t to be trusted.

THADDEUS STEVENS Trust? I’m sorry, I was under the

misapprehension your chosen profession was politics. I’ve never trusted the President. I never

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trust anyone. But... Hasn’t he surprised you?

ASA VINTNER LITTON No, Mr. Stevens, he hasn’t.

THADDEUS STEVENS Nothing surprises you, Asa,

therefore nothing about you is surprising. Perhaps that is why your constituents did not re-elect you to the coming term.

(collecting his cane and standing:)

It’s late, I’m old, I’m going home. Stevens limps to the door, opens it, and turns.

THADDEUS STEVENS (CONT’D) Lincoln the inveterate dawdler,

Lincoln the Southerner, Lincoln the capitulating compromiser, our adversary - and leader of the godforsaken Republican Party, our party - Abraham Lincoln has asked us to work with him to accomplish the death of slavery in America.

(beat:)
Retain, even in opposition, your capacity for astonishment.

Stevens leaves, shutting the door. They watch him go, Ashley excited, Litton unmoved, insulted, skeptical.

INT. PRIVATE DINING ROOM, OLD TAVERN IN WASHINGTON DC - NIGHT

In a cramped private alcove, a low, sagging timber ceiling, sooty walls, sawdusted floor, ancient curtain closing it off, Seward sits at a small table with ROBERT LATHAM, an Albany NY political operative, RICHARD SCHELL, a Wall Street speculator, and W.N. BILBO, a Tennessee lawyer and lobbyist. A chandelier with candles drips wax on them.

On the table, a leather folio lies open: prospectuses for jobs in the administration. Latham and Schell study these. Bilbo is studying Seward.

SEWARD
The President is never to be

mentioned. Nor I. You’re paid for your discretion.

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W.N. BILBO
Hell, you can have that for

nothin’, what we need money for is bribes. It’d speed things up.

SEWARD
No. Nothing strictly illegal.

ROBERT LATHAM It’s not illegal to bribe Congressmen. They starve

otherwise.

RICHARD SCHELL
I have explained to Mr. Bilbo and

Mr. Latham that we’re offering patronage jobs to the Dems who vote yes. Jobs and nothing more.

SEWARD That’s correct.

W.N. BILBO Congressmen come cheap! Few

thousand bucks’ll buy you all you need.

SEWARD
The President would be unhappy to

hear you did that.

W.N. BILBO
Well, will he be unhappy if we

lose?

A WAITRESS brings in a platter of roasted crabs, which she slams down on the table, and leaves.

SEWARD
The money I managed to raise for

this endeavor is only for your fees, food, and lodgings.

W.N. BILBO
Uh huh. If that squirrel-infested

attic you’ve quartered us in’s any measure, you ain’t raised much.

RICHARD SCHELL Shall we get to work?

Bilbo takes a mallet to a crab, smashing it!

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INT. FLOOR OF THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES - DAY

A gavel slams down on a sounding block in an attempt to silence the raucous tumult in the large chamber. It subsides enough for Colfax to be heard from his chair atop the central dais:

SCHUYLER COLFAX
The House recognizes Fernando Wood,

the honorable representative from New York.

TITLE: THE HOUSE DEBATE BEGINS JANUARY 9

Floor and balcony are full, although the desks of representatives from seceded states are bare and unoccupied.

On the Democratic side, 81 members applaud FERNANDO WOOD (D, NY) as he takes the podium. The Democratic leadership, including GEORGE YEAMAN (KY), has gathered around House minority leader GEORGE PENDLETON(OH). On the Republican side of the aisle, enraged booing from the 102 Republicans, including HIRAM PRICE (IA), GEORGE JULIAN (IN), Vintner Litton and Ashley, all gathered around Stevens’s desk.

FERNANDO WOOD Estimable colleagues. Two bloody

years ago this month, his Highness, King Abraham Africanus the First - our Great Usurping Caesar, violator of habeas corpus and freedom of the press, abuser of states’ rights -

HIRAM PRICE (loud:)

If Lincoln really were a tyrant, Mr. Wood, he’d’a had your empty head impaled on a pike, and the country better for it!

FERNANDO WOOD
- radical republican autocrat

ruling by fiat and martial law affixed his name to his heinous and illicit Emancipation Proclamation, promising it would hasten the end of the war, which yet rages on and on.

Murmuring from the floor and the balcony, in the front row of which Mary and Elizabeth Keckley sit. Mary turns her gaze from the floor to watch Latham and Schell, a few seats away, scrutinize the floor, whispering, Latham taking notes. Schell holds the leather prospectus folio in his lap. Bilbo sits behind them.

They study the other NY Democrats - CHARLES HANSON, NELSON MERRICK, HENRY LANFORD, HOMER BENSON, GILES STUART - who

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comprise a cluster of glum uncomfortable passivity on that side of the aisle.

FERNANDO WOOD (CONT'D)
He claimed, as tyrants do, that the war’s emergencies permitted him to turn our army into the unwilling instrument of his monarchical ambitions -

ROBERT LATHAM (whispering to Schell:)

The New York delegation’s looking decidedly uninspired.

Wood points at Stevens, granite-faced. Stevens’s eyes burn back at Wood.

FERNANDO WOOD (CONT’D) - and radical Republicanism’s

abolitionist fanaticism!
This prompts shouts and boos from the Republicans.

FERNANDO WOOD (CONT'D) His Emancipation Proclamation has

obliterated millions of dollars’ worth of personal property rights -

Schell examines the Pennsylvania Democrats: an openly appalled ARCHIBALD MORAN, AMBROSE BAILER, and, chewing his thumb, a painful fake grin pinned to his face, ALEXANDER COFFROTH. Schell leans in to Latham.

FERNANDO WOOD (CONT'D)
- and “liberated” the hundreds of thousands of hopelessly indolent Negro refugees, bred by nature for servility, to settle in squalor in our Northern cities!

Cheering and booing.

RICHARD SCHELL
Over in Pennsylvania - who’s

the sweaty man eating his thumb?

ROBERT LATHAM Unknown to me. Seems jumpy.

RICHARD SCHELL Perhaps he’ll jump.

In the Connecticut delegation, JOHN ELLIS winds his pocket watch, looking contemptuously at Wood. Schell makes a note.

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FERNANDO WOOD (CONT’D) But all that was not enough for this dictator, who now seeks to insinuate his miscegenist pollution into the Constitution itself!

W.N. BILBO Jesus, when’s this son-of-

liberty sonofabitch gonna sit down?

RICHARD SCHELL John Ellis is going to break

his watch if he doesn’t stop -

FERNANDO WOOD (CONT’D) We are once again asked - nay,

commanded - to consider a proposed thirteenth amendment which, if passed, shall set at immediate liberty four million coloreds while manacling the limbs of the white race in America. If it is passed - but it shall not pass!

Wild cheering and booing.

FERNANDO WOOD (CONT’D) Every member of the House loyal to the Democratic Party and the constituents it serves shall oppose-

ROBERT LATHAM What’s more interesting is how dismal and disgruntled

Mr. Yeaman appears. He should be cheering right now, but...

W.N. BILBO Looks like he ate a bad

oyster. Thaddeus Stevens calls out from his desk.

THADDEUS STEVENS
A point of order, Mr. Speaker, if

you please? When will Mr. Wood -

FERNANDO WOOD
Mr. Speaker, I still have the floor

and the gentleman from Pennsylvania is out of order!

THADDEUS STEVENS
- when will Mr. Wood conclude his

interminable gabble? Some of us breathe oxygen, and we find the mephitic fumes of his oratory a lethal challenge to our pleural capacities.

Wild cheering, applause from the Republicans.

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FERNANDO WOOD
We shall oppose this amendment, and

any legislation that so affronts natural law, insulting to God as to man! Congress must never declare equal those whom God created unequal!

The Democrats cheer. Mary watches with concern. Mrs. Keckley is angry and uncomfortable.

THADDEUS STEVENS Slavery is the only insult to

natural law, you fatuous nincompoop!

GEORGE PENDLETON
Order! Procedure! Mr. Speaker, Mr.

Wood has the floor! (to Stevens:)

Instruct us, Oh Great Commoner, what is unnatural, in your opinion? Niggrahs casting ballots? Niggrah representatives? Is that natural, Stevens? Intermarriage?

THADDEUS STEVENS
What violates natural law? Slavery, and you, Pendleton, you insult God,

you unnatural noise.

An avalanche of boos and cheers as Democrats surge towards Wood, Republicans towards Stevens. Ashley rushes to Colfax, calling:

JAMES ASHLEY
Mr. Colfax! Please, use your gavel!

They are -
(to the Democrats:)

You are out of order! (to Colfax:)

Direct the sergeant of arms to suppress this!

(back to the Democrats:) We are in session!

INT. SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR OF THE WHITE HOUSE - MORNING

The corridor as usual is lined with petitioners. They’ve lined up along both sides of the wall and are hooting, laughing, clapping and cheering, egging on Tad as, with furious concentration, he drives a cart pulled at considerable speed by a large and seriously annoyed goat down

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the hall. White House doorkeeper and unofficial child-minder TOM PENDEL follows, admonishing the petitioners as he goes.

TOM PENDEL
Please don’t encourage this! Don’t

encourage this!

ROBERT LINCOLN, 21, enters from the stairs carrying several pieces of large and heavy luggage.

Tad sees him, jumps out of the goat cart, runs up to and tackles Robert, causing him to drop his luggage. They embrace as Pendel captures the goat and leads it away.

TAD
You’re back you’re back you’re back

you’re back you’re -

ROBERT (laughing)

I am. Your goat got big.

Robert disentangles himself from Tad and hands him a suitcase.

ROBERT (CONT’D)
Here, help me get one of these to

my room.
(a nervous glance at the

door to Mary’s bedroom

suite:)
Is she in there?

As Robert hoists the rest of the luggage himself, Tad chatters and A PETITIONER comes forward. He grabs the trunk as Robert’s lifting it.

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TAD
She’s asleep, probably, they

went to see Avonia Jones last night in a play about Israelites. Daddy’s meeting with a famous scientist now and he’s nervous because of how smart the man is and the man is angry about, ‘cause there’s a new book that Sam Beckwith says is about finches, and finches’ beaks, about how they change, it takes years and years and years but -

PETITIONER
You need help, sir? I can...

ROBERT
No, sir, I don’t. No.

PETITIONER
Could you bring your pa this

letter I writ about my insolvency proceedings?

ROBERT
Let it go please, thank you.

You deliver your own goddamned petition, thank you...

PETITIONER Please, please.

Robert wrestles the trunk out of the man’s grasp just as Mary enters the hall and sees him.

MARY He’s here...

(calling down the hall:) He’s here, Mrs. Cuthbert! He’s here!

(to Robert:)
Robbie... Oh Robbie! Robbie!

ROBERT (embracing her:)

Hi, mama. Hey. Hey...

MARY (CONT’D) (overjoyed)

Oh!
She instantly eyes Robert’s amount of luggage with suspicion.

MARY (CONT’D) You’re only staying a few

days. Why’d you pack all of that?

ROBERT
Well, I don’t know how long

TAD
- but what’s made everyone

really cross with the man, the man who wrote the finch book, is he says people are cousins to monkeys, but he was going to say -

I’m -

MARY (CONT’D) (to Tad:)

Go tell your father Robert’s home!

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TAD
Mr. Nicolay says daddy’s secluded

with Mr. Blair.

MARY Tell him anyway.

Tad drops the suitcase and runs to the office. Mary strokes Robert’s face, looking concerned.

MARY (CONT’D)
You forget to eat, exactly like

him.

No...

MARY
You’ll linger a few days extra,

after the reception, before you go back to school.

ROBERT
Well, I don’t know if I’m gonna go

back to -
She stops him with an alarmed look.

MARY
We’ll fatten you up before you

return to Boston.

ROBERT All right, mama.

MARY All right.

(beaming at him, adoringly:)

Oh Robbie...

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, WHITE HOUSE - MORNING

Preston Blair, still in his traveling cloak, stand near the fireplace facing one another.

PRESTON BLAIR Jefferson Davis is sending three

ROBERT (laughs)

delegates: Stephens, Hunter and Campbell: Vice President of the Confederacy, their former Secretary of State, and their Assistant

and Lincoln

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Secretary of War. They’re coming in earnest to propose peace.

Both men look into the fire. Preston moves closer.

PRESTON BLAIR (CONT’D) I know this is unwelcome news for

you. Now hear me: I went to Richmond to talk to traitors, to smile at and plead with traitors, because it’ll be spring in two months, the roads’ll be passable, the Spring slaughter commences. Four bloody Springs now! Think of my Frank, who you’ve taken to your heart, how you’ll blame yourself if the war takes my son as it’s taken multitudes of sons. Think of all the boys who’ll die if you don’t make peace. You must talk with these men!

LINCOLN
I intend to, Preston. And in

return, I must ask you -

PRESTON BLAIR
No, this is not horsetrading,

this is life and -
There’s a knock on the door.

LINCOLN
- to support our push for

the amendment when it reaches the -

LINCOLN (CONT’D)

Not now!
Robert enters. Nicolay stands behind him, apologetic.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
Oh. Bob. I’m sorry. Welcome home.

He shakes hands with his son, stiffly.

ROBERT Thank you.

LINCOLN (to Robert:)

I’m talking to Preston Blair,

we -
Mr. Blair.

PRESTON BLAIR (pointedly:)

You’re looking fit, Robert. Harvard agrees with you. Fit and rested.

ROBERT

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LINCOLN (dismissing Robert,

unintentionally abrupt) Just give us a moment please, Robert. Thank you.

He turns to Preston. Robert, stung, hesitates, then leaves the room, Nicolay shutting the door behind him.

PRESTON BLAIR
I will procure your votes for you,

as I promised. You’ve always kept your word to me. Those Southern men are coming.

(taking Lincoln’s hand)
I beg you, in the name of Gentle Christ -

PRESTON BLAIR (CONT’D) LINCOLN
Talk peace with these men. Preston, I understand...

LINCOLN (sharply)

I understand, Preston.

EXT. ON THE MALL - AFTERNOON

JACOB GRAYLOR (D, PA) and Bilbo walk outside the Capitol. Graylor looks over the prospectuses.

ROBERT LATHAM (V.O.) We have one abstention so far -

RICHARD SCHELL (V.O.) Jacob Graylor -

Graylor selects one and hands it to Bilbo.

RICHARD SCHELL (V.O.) He’d like to be Federal Revenue

Assessor for the Fifth District of Pennsylvania.

INT. A BEDROOM IN THE ST. CHARLES HOTEL - NIGHT

A small room, two beds, in disarray: newspapers, overflowing ashtrays, whiskey bottles empty on the floor. Latham and Schell stand at a table strewn with the remnants of a poker game. Bilbo lies on one of the beds. All three are in their shirtsleeves. Seward is at the table.

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ROBERT LATHAM
- so the total of representatives

voting three weeks from today is reduced to 182, which means 122 yes votes to reach the requisite two- thirds of the House. Assuming all Republicans vote for the amendment...?

Seward nods, less assertively than Latham would like.

ROBERT LATHAM (CONT’D) Then, despite our abstention, to

reach a two-thirds majority we remain 20 yeses short.

INT. THE OLD TAVERN, WASHINGTON - NIGHT

Bilbo is drinking schooners of beer with EDWIN LECLERK (D, OH) and CLAY HAWKINS (D, OH). Hawkins listens as Bilbo gives his pitch. LeClerk looks at the prospectuses.

ROBERT LATHAM (V.O.) For which we’re seeking from among

64 lame duck Democrats. Fully 39 of these we deem unredeemable no votes.

LeClerk throws his beer in Bilbo’s face, soaking Bilbo and the prospectuses. Hawkins looks shocked. LeClerk storms out.

INT. THE ROOM IN THE ST. CHARLES HOTEL - NIGHT

W.N. BILBO
The kind that hates niggers, hates

God for making niggers.

ROBERT LATHAM
The Good Lord on High would despair

of their souls.

SEWARD (distastefully:)

Thank you for that pithy explanation, Mr. Bilbo.

RICHARD SCHELL
We’ve abandoned these 39 to the

Devil that possesses them.

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EXT. A WORKING CLASS NEIGHBORHOOD IN WASHINGTON - DAY

Schell stands at the door of a small, grubby row house. He presents the folio, warped from its beer bath, to WILLIAM HUTTON(D, IN), eyes red from crying, dressed in mourning black.

Hutton slams the door in Schell’s face. A funeral wreath that adorns the door falls to the ground. A daguerreotype attached to the wreath depicts a young officer, Hutton’s brother Frederick.

INT. THE ROOM IN THE ST. CHARLES HOTEL - NIGHT

RICHARD SCHELL
The remaining lame ducks, on whom

we’ve been working with a purpose -

Schell hands Latham a stack of folded prospectuses, each with a name scrawled on it.

ROBERT LATHAM Charles Hanson.

EXT. IN FRONT OF THE CAPITOL - TWILIGHT

Representatives Merrick, Lanford, Benson, Stuart and Hanson, the New York lame ducks, descend the stairs, discussing the opening of the amendment debate, to which they’ve just been listening.

Latham smoothly holds Hanson back from the group, extending a hand, the still pristine portfolio under his arm. He smiles as the other NY lame ducks proceed down the stairs, unaware, then nods his head back up toward the Capitol steps, where Bilbo and Schell wait. Latham opens the folio as he talks to Hanson.

INT. THE ROOM IN THE ST. CHARLES HOTEL - NIGHT

ROBERT LATHAM Giles Stuart.

INT. THE TREASURY DEPARTMENT - DAY

In the grand lobby there are Federal bank windows. Schell is in line at one of these behind Giles Stuart, who completes a transaction and leaves, counting money. Bilbo, barrelling the other way, intentionally slams into Stuart, causing him to drop his money. Bilbo and Schell both kneel to help.

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Schell places the open folio in Stuart’s hands. As the men pile his recovered money into the folio, Stuart’s puzzled, then intrigued. Schell gives him a meaningful look.

CLOSE ON A SMALL WOODEN FILE BOX

A folded prospectus, now with the name “Stuart” scrawled on it, is added to a growing file.

INT. THE US PATENT OFFICE, WASHINGTON - DAY

Visitors file past cabinets containing animal and plant specimens and inventions; the line circles around a large case in which an amputated leg capped with a brass plate is displayed. A sign identifies it: LEFT LEG OF GENERAL DANIEL SICKLES, AT GETTYSBURG, JULY 5, 1863.

ROBERT LATHAM (V.O.) Nelson Merrick.

Latham looks through the case at Schell, who’s next to Nelson Merrick, who nods, solemnly staring at the leg. Schell proffers Merrick the folio. Merrick flips through the folio.

ROBERT LATHAM (V.O.) Homer Benson.

INT. A WORKINGMENS’ LUNCHROOM, WASHINGTON - DAY

A hall packed with working men, soaped-up windows. A GYPSY FIDDLER saws away. Homer Benson, incongruous in a suit, slurps. As he lifts his spoon to his mouth, the folio is placed in front of him. He looks over, puzzled, as Schell smiles and extends a hand.

Benson takes the folio. Schell slides his chair closer.

INT. THE ROOM IN THE ST. CHARLES HOTEL - NIGHT Another prospectus joins the pile: “Benson”

ROBERT LATHAM And lastly...

Bilbo retrieves a paper from the floor and hands it to Seward.

W.N. BILBO Clay Hawkins. Of Ohio.

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EXT. A WOODS ALONG THE POTOMAC RIVER - MORNING

Bilbo walks with Clay Hawkins, who peruses the folio. Bilbo has a small covered wicker basket slung over his shoulder. Hawkins follows, happy and sick with fear.

CLAY HAWKINS
T-tax collector for the Western

Reserve. Th-th-that pays handsomely.

W.N. BILBO
Don’t just reach for the highest

branches. They sway in every breeze. Assistant Port Inspector of Marlston looks like the ticket to me.

CLAY HAWKINS
Uh, boats, they, they make me sick.

Bilbo retrieves a snare; a small bird is trapped by the foot. Bilbo stuffs the bird in the basket.

CLAY HAWKINS (CONT’D) So just stand on the dock. Let the

Assistant Assistant Port Inspector’s stomach go weak.

Bilbo eyes Hawkins, who anxiously eyes the folio.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, WHITE HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

Seward hands the last prospectus to Nicolay, who unfolds it, places it on top of the other prospectuses, and records details about Hawkins’s appointment in a notebook. Seward smokes a cigar, Nicolay a pipe. Lincoln sits, feet up, examining a newspaper.

SEWARD
And lastly, Democratic yes vote

number six. Hawkins from Ohio.

Six.

LINCOLN

SEWARD
Well, thus far. Plus Graylor’s

abstention. From tiny acorns and so on.

LINCOLN What’d Hawkins get?

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JOHN NICOLAY (still writing:)

Postmaster of the Millersburg Post Office.

LINCOLN
He’s selling himself cheap, ain’t

he?

SEWARD
He wanted tax collector of the

Western Reserve - a first-term congressman who couldn’t manage re- election, I felt it unseemly and they bargained him down to Postmaster.

(to Nicolay:)
Scatter ‘em over several rounds of appointments, so no one notices. And burn this ledger, please, after you’re done.

Lincoln stands.

LINCOLN (to Nicolay:)

Time for my public opinion bath. Might as well let ‘em in.

Nicolay helps Lincoln trade his shawl for his preparation to meet the public.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) Seven yeses with Mr. Ellis!

Thirteen to go!

SEWARD
One last item, an absurdity, but -

My associates report that among the Representatives a fantastical rumor’s bruited about, which I immediately disavowed, that you’d allowed bleary old Preston Blair to sojourn to Richmond to invite Jeff Davis to send commissioners up to Washington with a peace plan.

Lincoln is silent. A horrifying reality dawns

SEWARD (CONT’D)
I, of course, told them you would

never...Not without consulting me, you wouldn’t...Because why on earth would you?

overcoat in

for Seward:

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EXT. IN AN OPEN FIELD NEAR PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA - EVENING

THREE UNION CAVALRY OFFICERS consult with THREE CONFEDERATE CAVALRY OFFICERS, all mounted. The officers exchange documents and salutes.

TITLE: NO MAN’S LAND
OUTSIDE PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA JANUARY 11

The ranking Confederate trots to a buggy in which three Confederate officials sit: Vice President ALEXANDER STEPHENS, 53, short; JOHN A. CAMPBELL, Assistant Secretary of War, 54; and Senator R.M.T. HUNTER, 56. They’re well-dressed for winter, Stephens especially heavily bundled.

Stephens, Campbell and the indignant Hunter leave the buggy and are escorted by Confederate officers to the waiting company of Union cavalry and infantry.

A Union Army ambulance, a large American flag painted on one side, driven by TWO BLACK SOLDIERS, stands near broken wagons and a derelict cannon. ANOTHER BLACK SOLDIER stands at attention by the ambulance’s rear door.

The soldier, staring coldly at these men, gestures brusquely to the ambulance. The Confederate peace commissioners hesitate; Hunter stares in horror at the black soldiers. Then Stephens pushes past Hunter. He nods to the soldier.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS (with polite dignity:)

Much obliged.

He boards the ambulance. His fellow delegates follow in his wake, Hunter glaring with defiant hatred at the soldiers before climbing in.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, WHITE HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

Seward stands, stunned. Lincoln sits at the cabinet table. Nicolay is gone.

SEWARD
Why wasn’t I consulted?! I’m

Secretary of State! You, you, you informally send a reactionary dottard, to - What will happen, do you imagine, when these peace commissioners arrive?

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LINCOLN We’ll hear ‘em out.

SEWARD
Oh, splendid! And next the

Democrats will invite ‘em up to hearings on the Hill, and the newspapers - well, the newspapers - the newspapers will ask “why risk enraging the Confederacy over the issue of slavery when they’re here to make peace?” We’ll lose every Democrat we’ve got, more than likely conservative Republicans will join ‘em, and all our work, all our preparing the ground for the vote, laid waste, for naught.

LINCOLN
The Blairs have promised support

for the amendment if we listen to these people -

SEWARD
Oh, the Blairs promise, do they?

You think they’ll keep their promise once we have heard these delegates and refused them? Which we will have to do, since their proposal most certainly will be predicated on keeping their slaves!

LINCOLN
What hope for any Democratic votes,

Willum, if word gets out that I’ve refused a chance to end the war? You think word won’t get out? In Washington?

SEWARD
It’s either the amendment or this

Confederate peace, you cannot have both.

LINCOLN
“If you can look into the seeds of

time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me...”

SEWARD
Oh, disaster. This is a disaster!

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LINCOLN
Time is a great thickener of

things, Willum.

SEWARD
Yes, I suppose it is - Actually I

have no idea what you mean by that. Lincoln stands.

LINCOLN
Get me thirteen votes.

(in a thick Kentucky accent:)

Them fellers from Richmond ain’t here yit.

INT. INSIDE THE AMBULANCE WAGON - DAY

The ambulance has come to a stop. The rear door opens and the soldiers immediately hop out. The commissioners squint, blinded, into the dazzling sunlight, at the River Queen, Grant’s side-wheel steamer, docked on the banks of the James River.

TITLE: US ARMY HEADQUARTERS CITY POINT, VIRGINIA

JANUARY 12

INT. LINCOLN’S BEDROOM, SECOND FLOOR OF THE WHITE HOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON

Tad, in fancy military uniform, sits on the bed, Gardener’s box of glass negatives open beside him. He holds up a plate to a lamp:

An old black man with a thick beard and hair, shirtless. Tad looks at another plate:

A young black woman, headscarf, huge ugly scar across her cheek and down her neck.

He studies these with solemn concentration.

ROBERT (O.C.)
You drafted half the men in Boston!

What do you think their families think about me?

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Lincoln is being dressed in formal wear by his valet, WILLIAM SLADE, a light-skinned black man in his 40s. Robert, already in his morning suit, is standing by the door.

ROBERT (CONT'D)
The only reason they don’t throw

things and spit on me is ‘cause you’re so popular. I can’t concentrate on, on British mercantile law, I don’t care about British mercantile law. I might not even want to be a lawyer -

LINCOLN
It’s a sturdy profession, and a

useful one.

ROBERT
Yes, and I want to be useful, but

now, not afterwards!
Slade hands Lincoln his formal gloves.

LINCOLN
I ain’t wearing them things, Mr.

Slade, they never fit right.

WILLIAM SLADE
The missus will have you wear ‘em.

Don’t think about leaving ‘em.

ROBERT
You’re delaying, that’s your

favorite tactic.

WILLIAM SLADE (to Robert:)

Be useful and stop distracting him.

LINCOLN (to Robert:)

ROBERT
You won’t tell me no, but the

war will be over in a month, and you know it will!

I’ve found that prophesying is one of life’s less prophet-able occupations!

He accepts the gloves. Slade laughs a little, Robert scowls. Tad holds another glass negative up to the light.

TAD
Why do some slaves cost more than

others?

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ROBERT If they’re still if the women can they’ll pay more

young and healthy, still conceive,
-

LINCOLN
Put ‘em back in the box. We’ll

return them to Mr. Gardner’s studio day after next. Be careful with ‘em, now.

(tugging at his gloves:) These things should’ve stayed on the calf.

TAD
(to Slade, putting the

plates away:)
When you were a slave, Mr. Slade, did they beat you?

WILLIAM SLADE
I was born a free man. Nobody beat

me except I beat them right back.
There’s a knock on the door and Mrs. Keckley enters.

Were you -

ELIZABETH KECKLEY
Mr. Lincoln, could you come with me-

WILLIAM SLADE (to Tad:)

Mrs. Keckley was a slave. Ask her if she was beaten.

TAD LINCOLN (shakes his head)

Tad.

ELIZABETH KECKLEY (to Tad:)

I was beaten with a fire shovel when I was younger than you.

(to Lincoln:)
You should go to Mrs. Lincoln. She’s in Willie’s room.

ROBERT
She never goes in there.

Lincoln starts towards the door just as John Hay enters, dressed in the uniform of a Brevet Colonel.

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JOHN HAY
The reception line is already

stretching out the door.

Robert shoots an angry, envious glance at Hay’s uniform as Lincoln, Slade, Mrs. Keckley and Hay leave. Robert calls to his father:

ROBERT
I’ll be the only man over fifteen

and under sixty-five in this whole place not in uniform.

TAD
I’m under fifteen and I have a

uniform. Robert storms out.

INT. THE PRINCE OF WALES BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Lincoln enters a dark room, its heavy drapes closed against the dim afternoon light. There are two beds. One is stripped bare. The other is canopied with a thick black veil.

Mary, dressed in a deep purple gown with black flowers and beading, perfectly pitched between mourning and emergence, is seated at the head of the canopied bed. On a nightstand next to the bed there’s a toy locomotive engine, a tattered book of B&O railroad schedules.

Mary holds a framed photograph: an image of WILLIE, 12, handsome, bright-eyed, confident.

Lincoln crosses to the window.

MARY My head hurts so.

(beat)
I prayed for death the night Willie died. The headaches are how I know I didn’t get my wish. How to endure the long afternoon and deep into the night.

LINCOLN I know.

MARY
Trying not to think about him. How

will I manage?

LINCOLN Somehow you will.

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MARY (sad smile:)

Somehow. Somehow. Somehow... Every party, every... And now, four years more in this terrible house reproaching us. He was a very sick little boy. We should’ve cancelled that reception, shouldn’t we?

LINCOLN
We didn’t know how sick he was.

MARY
I knew, I knew, I saw that night he

was dying.

LINCOLN
Three years ago, the war was going

so badly, and we had to put on a face.

MARY
But I saw Willie was dying. I saw

him -
He bends and kisses her hand.

LINCOLN
Molly. It’s too hard. Too hard.

Mary stares up at him, her face heavy and swollen with grief.

INT. THE EAST ROOM, WHITE HOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON

Mary, radiant, her charm turned to its brightest candlepower, is greeting the Blairs, who are part of a long receiving line. The Blairs proceed from Mary to Lincoln.

TITLE: GRAND RECEPTION JANUARY 15

The enormous room is splendid, decked with garlands of flowers, tall candelabra burning, flags from Army divisions. An orchestra plays.

Lincoln and Tad stand together. Slade is near Lincoln. Mary’s a distance away from Lincoln, to his right.

Robert takes his place next to his mother, as conspicuous as he’d feared he’d be in his civilian clothes.

54.

A sea of people surround the President and his family. Nicolay, Hay and several clerks channel the crowd waiting to greet the Lincolns into the line: wealthy people, many more middle-class people, some working people and farmers, and many officers and soldiers.

Tad watches his father shake hands. Lincoln is in his element. He stands close to each person, touches each one gently, stoops to be nearer them; he puts everyone at ease.

He’s bothered only by the white kid gloves he’s wearing. He tugs at the right-hand glove.

WILLIAM SLADE (with a glance in Mary’s)

She’s just ten feet yonder. I’d like to keep my job.

Lincoln takes off the right-hand glove - his hand-shaking hand - but keeps the other glove on.

Approaching Mary on the line, Stevens, Ashley, Senators Bluff Wade and CHARLES SUMNER, all in formal wear except Stevens.

MARY
Senator Sumner, it has been much

too long.

CHARLES SUMNER
“Oh, who can look on that celestial

face and -”
Cutting him off, she pretends not to recognize Ashley.

MARY And...?

JAMES ASHLEY (confused)

James Ashley, ma’am, we’ve met several times -

But she ignores him and greets Stevens.

MARY
(her Southern accent

becoming more lustrous:) Praise Heavens, praise Heavens, just when I had abandoned hope of amusement, it’s the Chairman of the House Ways and Means Committee!

Stevens bows to her.

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THADDEUS STEVENS Mrs. Lincoln.

MARY
Madame President if you please!

(laughs)
Oh, don’t convene another subcommittee to investigate me, sir! I’m teasing! Smile, Senator Wade.

BLUFF WADE (Not smiling:)

I believe I am smiling, Mrs. Lincoln.

MARY
I’ll take your word for that, sir!

THADDEUS STEVENS
As long as your household accounts

are in order, Madame, we’ll have no need to investigate them.

MARY
You have always taken such a

lively, even prosecutorial interest in my household accounts.

THADDEUS STEVENS
Your household accounts have always

been so interesting.

MARY
Yes, thank you, it’s true, the

miracles I have wrought out of fertilizer bills and cutlery invoices. But I had to! Four years ago, when the President and I arrived, this was pure pigsty. Tobacco stains in the turkey carpets. Mushrooms, green as the moon, sprouting from ceilings! And a pauper’s pittance allotted for improvements. As if your committee joined with all of Washington awaiting, in what you anticipated would be our comfort in squalor, further proof that my husband and I were prairie primitives, unsuited to the position to which an error of the people, a flaw in the democratic process, had elevated us.

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Lincoln, suddenly without anyone in line to receive, looks to see the backlog forming behind the radicals. He notes the exchange, but says nothing. Robert sees him looking.

MARY (CONT'D)
The past is the past, it’s a new

year now and we are all getting along, or so they tell me. I gather we are working together! The White House and the other House? Hatching little plans together?

Robert leans in to her.

ROBERT Mother?

MARY What?

ROBERT
You’re creating a bottleneck.

MARY

Oh!
(to Stevens:)

Oh, I’m detaining you, and more important, the people behind you! How the people love my husband, they flock to see him, by their thousands on public days! They will never love you the way they love him. How difficult it must be for you to know that. And yet how important to remember it.

She gives him a slight, lethal smile. He holds the look; his poker-face yields to a barely perceptible smile, amused and perhaps a little admiring.

INT. THE WHITE HOUSE KITCHEN - EVENING

The kitchen’s piled with unwashed cookware, eggshells, flour bins, muffin and pastry molds, spoons and knives, the detritus of the preparations for the finger food served at the reception, which has now transitioned into a dance and is still underway upstairs. Music, the tramp of dancing feet and rhythmic clapping is audible.

A BLACK FOOTMAN carrying a huge tray laden with dishes and cups comes down the stairs. He hastily beats a retreat when he sees Lincoln and Thaddeus Stevens quietly talking amid the mess.

57.

LINCOLN
Since we have the floor next in the

debate, I thought I’d suggest you might...temper your contributions so as not to frighten our conservative friends?

THADDEUS STEVENS Ashley insists you’re ensuring

approval by dispensing patronage to otherwise undeserving Democrats.

LINCOLN
I can’t ensure a single damn thing

if you scare the whole House with talk of land appropriations and revolutionary tribunals and punitive thisses and thats -

THADDEUS STEVENS
When the war ends, I intend to push

for full equality, the Negro vote and much more. Congress shall mandate the seizure of every foot of rebel land and every dollar of their property. We’ll use their confiscated wealth to establish hundreds of thousands of free Negro farmers, and at their side soldiers armed to occupy and transform the heritage of traitors. We’ll build up a land down there of free men and free women and free children and freedom.

The nation needs to know that we have such plans.

LINCOLN
That’s the untempered version of

reconstruction. It’s not... It’s not exactly what I intend, but we shall oppose one another in the course of time. Now we’re working together, and I’m asking you -

THADDEUS STEVENS For patience, I expect.

LINCOLN
When the people disagree, bringing

them together requires going slow till they’re ready to make up -

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THADDEUS STEVENS
Ah, shit on the people and what

they want and what they’re ready for! I don’t give a goddamn about the people and what they want! This is the face of someone who has fought long and hard for the good of the people without caring much for any of ‘em. And I look a lot worse without the wig. The people elected me! To represent them! To lead them! And I lead! You ought to try it!

LINCOLN
I admire your zeal, Mr. Stevens,

and I have tried to profit from the example of it. But if I’d listened to you, I’d’ve declared every slave free the minute the first shell struck Fort Sumter; then the border states would’ve gone over to the confederacy, the war would’ve been lost and the Union along with it, and instead of abolishing slavery, as we hope to do, in two weeks, we’d be watching helpless as infants as it spread from the American South into South America.

Stevens glares at him, then smiles.

THADDEUS STEVENS
Oh, how you have longed to say that

to me. You claim you trust them - but you know what the people are. You know that the inner compass that should direct the soul toward justice has ossified in white men and women, north and south, unto utter uselessness through tolerating the evil of slavery. White people cannot bear the thought of sharing this country’s infinite abundance with Negroes.

Lincoln reaches over to Stevens and gives his vigorous shake. Stevens endures this.

LINCOLN
A compass, I learnt when I was

surveying, it’ll - it’ll point you True North from where you’re standing, but it’s got no advice

shoulder a

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about the swamps and deserts and chasms that you’ll encounter along the way. If in pursuit of your destination you plunge ahead, heedless of obstacles, and achieve nothing more than to sink in a swamp, what’s the use of knowing True North?

INT. MARY’S BOUDOIR, THE WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT Spectacles on, Lincoln unlaces Mary’s corset.

LINCOLN
Robert’s going to plead with us to

let him enlist.

He’s unlaced enough; she unhooks the front and steps out of her corset and petticoats, turns to him in her plain thin chemise and drawers.

MARY
Make time to talk to Robbie. You

only have time for Tad.

LINCOLN Tad’s young.

MARY
So’s Robert. Too young for the

army.

LINCOLN
Plenty of boys younger than Robert

signing up...

MARY
Don’t take Robbie. Don’t let me

lose my son.
There’s a knock on the door. Mary turns to it, furious:

MARY (CONT’D) Go away! We’re occupied!

Lincoln opens the door. Nicolay’s standing there.

JOHN NICOLAY
Secretary Stanton has sent over to

tell you that as of half an hour ago, the shelling of Wilmington harbor has commenced.

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Lincoln leaves with Nicolay. Mary watches, frozen, unable to let him go, knowing she can’t stop him.

INT. THE TELEGRAPH OFFICE, WAR DEPARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

The telegraph office looks improvised, even after four years. Formerly the War Department library, it’s lined with bookcases stuffed with bundled dispatches. Telegraph cables stretch across the ceiling to the cipher-operators’ desks.

Stanton, perpetually exhausted and impatient, storms down the stairs with Welles and the chief telegraph operator, MAJOR THOMAS ECKERT, 40, in his wake.

STANTON
They cannot possibly maintain under

this kind of an assault. Terry’s got ten thousand men surrounding the Goddamned fort! Why doesn’t he answer my cables?

WELLES
Fort Fisher is a mountain of

a building, Edwin. Twenty-two big seacoast guns on each rampart -

MAJOR ECKERT
It’s the largest fort they

have, sir. They’ve been reinforcing it for the last two years -

They reach the desks for the key operators. Among these, SAMUEL BECKWITH, 25, and the key manager, DAVID HOMER BATES, 22, sit at their silent keys, waiting to receive news. Stanton scribbles furiously on Beckwith’s small notepad.

STANTON (CONT’D) They’ve taken 17,000 shells since

yesterday!

WELLES
The commander is an old goat.

MAJOR ECKERT They said -

STANTON
I want to hear that Fort

Fisher’s ours and Wilmington has fallen!

STANTON (CONT’D) Send another damn cable!

Stanton thrusts the cable at Beckwith, who taps it out immediately.

Stanton turns to a table where the large map of Wilmington from the Cabinet meeting is laid out, heavily scribbled-on. GUSTAVUS FOX, assistant Secretary of the Navy, and CHARLES BENJAMIN, Stanton’s clerk, are checking the marks on the map against a stack of dispatches.

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STANTON (CONT’D) The problem’s their commander,

Whiting. He engineered the fortress himself. The damned thing’s his child; he’ll defend it till his every last man is gone. He is not thinking rationally, he’s -

LINCOLN (O.C.) (hollering!)

“Come on out, you old rat!”

Everyone’s startled, and confused. They all turn to Lincoln, who sits in Major Eckert’s chair, wrapped in his shawl.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) That’s what Ethan Allen called to the commander of Fort Ticonderoga

in 1776. “Come on out, you old rat!” ‘Course there were only forty- odd redcoats at Ticonderoga. But, but there is one Ethan Allen story that I’m very partial to -

STANTON
No! No, you’re, you’re going to

tell a story! I don’t believe that I can bear to listen to another one of your stories right now!

Stanton stalks out, shouting down the corridor as he goes:

STANTON (CONT’D)
I need the B&O sideyard schedules

for Alexandria! I asked for them this morning!

Lincoln pays no attention to Stanton’s fulminations and continues with his story.

LINCOLN
It was right after the Revolution,

right after peace had been concluded, and Ethan Allen went to London to help our new country conduct its business with the king. The English sneered at how rough we are, and rude and simple-minded and on like that, everywhere he went, till one day he was invited to the townhouse of a great English lord. Dinner was served, beverages imbibed, time passed, as happens, and Mr. Allen found he needed the

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privy. He was grateful to be directed thence - relieved you might say.

Everyone laughs.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) Now, Mr. Allen discovered on

entering the water closet that the only decoration therein was a portrait of George Washington. Ethan Allen done what he came to do and returned to the drawing room. His host and the others were disappointed when he didn’t mention Washington’s portrait. And finally His Lordship couldn’t resist, and asked Mr. Allen had he noticed it, the picture of Washington. He had. Well, what did he think of its placement, did it seem appropriately located to Mr. Allen? Mr. Allen said it did. His host was astounded! Appropriate? George Washington’s likeness in a water closet? Yes, said Mr. Allen, where it’ll do good service: the whole world knows nothing’ll make an Englishman shit quicker than the sight of George Washington.

Everyone laughs.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) I love that story.

Beckwith’s and Bates’s keys starts clicking. They transcribe furiously.

There’s a general rush to the operators’ desks. Lincoln walks quickly over, and is joined there by Stanton, who arrives just as the first dispatch has been completed and is being decoded. Stanton and Lincoln hold hands, as they’ve done many times, waiting for news of the battle.

Bates hands the decoded cable to Benjamin, who reads it quickly, then announces to the room:

CHARLES BENJAMIN
Fort Fisher is ours. We’ve taken

the port.

WELLES And Wilmington?

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Eckert shakes his head as Beckwith hands him the next telegram.

MAJOR ECKERT
We’ve taken the fort, but the city

of Wilmington has not surrendered. A beat as this sinks in. Then:

STANTON How many casualties?

Eckert looks up at Stanton and Lincoln, stricken. INT. THE HOUSE CHAMBER - DAY

One representative’s reading a paper with the FALLEN AT WILMINGTON, followed by hundreds of

Pendleton and Wood are conferring.

FERNANDO WOOD Heavy losses.

GEORGE PENDLETON And more to come.

FERNANDO WOOD
Sours the national mood. That might

suffice to discourage him -

GEORGE PENDLETON
To what? To bring this down? Not in

a fight like this. This is to the death.

FERNANDO WOOD It’s gruesome!

GEORGE PENDLETON (getting upset:)

Are you despairing, or merely lazy? This fight is for The United States of America! Nothing “suffices”. A rumor? Nothing! They’re not lazy! They’re busily buying votes! While we hope to be saved by “the national mood?!”

headline: THE names.

He looks over at Stevens, who’s at his desk consulting with Ashley and Julian.

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GEORGE PENDLETON (CONT’D) Before this blood is dry, when

Stevens next takes the floor, taunt him - you excel at that - get him to proclaim what we all know he believes in his coal-colored heart: that this vote is meant to set the black race on high, to niggerate America.

FERNANDO WOOD George, please. Stay on course.

GEORGE PENDLETON
Bring Stevens to full froth. I can

ensure that every newspaperman from Louisville to San Francisco will be here to witness it and print it.

Colfax gavels the chamber to order, as George Yeaman approaches the podium.

SCHUYLER COLFAX The floor belongs to the

mellifluent gentleman from Kentucky, Mr. George Yeaman.

GEORGE YEAMAN
I thank you, Speaker Colfax.

The Democrats applaud as Yeaman takes his place at the podium and surveys the chamber.

GEORGE YEAMAN (CONT’D) Although I’m disgusted by slavery I rise on this sad and solemn day

to announce that I’m opposed to the amendment. We must consider what will become of colored folk if four million are in one instant set free.

Cheers and boos.

ASA VINTNER LITTON They’ll be free, George! That’s what’ll become of them! What’ll

become of any of us?! That’s what being free means!

Schell, Latham, and Bilbo are perched in their usual gallery seats, taking notes.

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RICHARD SCHELL
Think how splendid if Mr. Yeaman

switched.

ROBERT LATHAM (shaking his head:)

Too publicly against us. He can’t change course now.

W.N. BILBO
Not for some miserable little job

anyways.

GEORGE YEAMAN
And, and! We will be forced to

enfranchise the men of the colored race - it would be inhuman not to! Who among us is prepared to give Negroes the vote?

He’s momentarily silenced by cheers and boos throughout the chamber.

GEORGE YEAMAN (CONT’D) And, and! What shall follow upon that? Universal enfranchisement?

Votes for women?

Yeaman is stopped, baffled and dismayed by the explosion he’s provoked.

INT. AN EMPTY COMMITTEE ROOM, THE CAPITOL - DAY

Hawkins enters and stops when he sees Pendleton and Wood. It’s a trap. LeClerk follows, closing the door.

FERNANDO WOOD
Bless my eyes, if it isn’t the Post

Master of Millersburg Ohio!
Hawkins looks at LeClerk, who guiltily avoids his glance.

GEORGE PENDLETON
Mr. LeClerk felt honor-bound to

inform us. Of your disgusting betrayal. Your prostitution.

FERNANDO WOOD
Is that true, Postmaster Hawkins? Is your maidenly virtue for sale?

Hawkins sinks.

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EXT. A WOODS ALONG THE POTOMAC RIVER - MORNING

Bilbo and Clay Hawkins are again in the woods. Bilbo, with his basket, clutches a pair of noisy snared partridges.

CLAY HAWKINS
My neighbors hear that I voted yes

for nigger freedom and no to peace, they will kill me.

W.N. BILBO
A deal’s a deal and you men know

better than to piss your pants just cause there’s talk about peace talks.

W.N. BILBO (CONT’D)
My neighbors in Nashville, they found out I was loyal to the Union, they came after me with gelding knives!

CLAY HAWKINS
Look, I’ll find another job.

Hawkins runs away from Bilbo. Bilbo chases him.

CLAY HAWKINS (to himself, as he

runs:)
Any other job.

W.N. BILBO
YOU DO RIGHT, CLAY HAWKINS!

AND MAKE YOURSELF SOME MONEY IN THE BARGAIN -

CLAY HAWKINS
(turning back to Bilbo:)
I want to do right! But I got no

courage!!!

Hawkins runs away, sobbing. Bilbo pursues.

W.N. BILBO
Wait!! You wanted, what was it, tax

man for the Western Reserve, hell you can have the whole state of Ohio if you -

Bilbo stops, winded. Aw, crap.

W.N. BILBO (CONT’D)

EXT. IN A BACK ALLEY, SOMEWHERE IN WASHINGTON - AFTERNOON

Seward, smoking unhappily, strides toward his carriage, with Schell, Latham and Bilbo in pursuit.

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SEWARD
Eleven votes?! Two days ago we had

twelve!! What happened?

RICHARD SCHELL It’s the goddamned rumors

regarding the Richmond delegation.

SEWARD Groundless. I told you that.

ROBERT LATHAM There are defections in the

ranks... Yes! The peace offer!

ROBERT LATHAM
And yet the rumors persist.

RICHARD SCHELL They are ruining us.

RICHARD SCHELL Among the few remaining

representatives who seem remotely plausible there is a perceptible increase in resistance.

Seward has reached the carriage, Bilbo alongside him. Before the Secretary of State can climb on board, Bilbo shuts the carriage door. Seward is outraged.

W.N. BILBO Resistance, hell! Thingamabob

Hollister, Dem from Indiana? I approached him, the sumbitch near to murdered me!

EXT. A STREET IN GEORGETOWN - NIGHT

Bilbo is talking to HAROLD HOLLISTER (D, IN), who pulls out a derringer. Bilbo bolts, dropping the folder. He stops, runs back, and bends to retrieve the folio as Hollister fires the gun over Bilbo’s head.

EXT. IN A BACK ALLEY, SOMEWHERE IN WASHINGTON - AFTERNOON Seward, now inside the carriage, slams the door.

SEWARD
Perhaps you push too hard.

W.N. BILBO
I push nobody. Perhaps we need

reinforcements. If Jeff Davis wants to cease hostilities, who do you think’ll give a genuine solid shit to free slaves?

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SEWARD
Get back to it, and good day,

gentlemen.
Schell and Latham lean in to the carriage.

RICHARD SCHELL We are at an impasse.

ROBERT LATHAM
Tell Lincoln to deny the rumors.

Publicly.

RICHARD SCHELL
Tell us what you expect of us.

SEWARD
I expect you to do your work! And

to have sufficient sense and taste not to presume to instruct the President. Or me.

Schell steps up on the running board, intent.

RICHARD SCHELL
Is there a Confederate offer or

not?

EXT. THE JAMES RIVER DOCK AT CITY POINT, VIRGINIA - DAY

ULYSSES S. GRANT, 43, 5’7”, beard, uniform worn and rumpled, crosses the dock, followed by three aides.

They approach the gangway for the River Queen.

INT. THE RIVER QUEEN SALOON, CITY POINT, VIRGINIA - DAY

Grant and the commissioners stand in an expansive cabin at the stern, patriotically decorated, large windows.

Grant hands the commissioners’ peace proposal back to them. He’s scribbled notes all over the document.

GRANT
I suggest you work some changes to

your proposal before you give it to the President.

R.M.T HUNTER
We’re eager to be on our way to

Washington.

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ALEXANDER STEPHENS
Did Mr. Lincoln tell you to tell us

this, General Grant?

Grant fixes Stephens with a look - bemused, a little disappointed.

GRANT
It says...“securing peace for our

two countries.” And it goes on like that.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS I don’t know what you -

GRANT
There’s just one country. You and

I, we’re citizens of that country. I’m fighting to protect it from armed rebels. From you.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS
But Mr. Blair told us, he, he told

President Davis we were -

GRANT
A private citizen like Preston

Blair can say what he pleases, since he has no authority over anything. If you want to discuss peace with President Lincoln, consider revisions.

He lights a cigar.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS If we’re not to discuss a truce

between warring nations, what in heaven’s name can we discuss?

GRANT Terms of surrender.

EXT. THE JAMES RIVER DOCK AT CITY POINT, VIRGINIA - DAY

As a somber Grant disembarks with his aides from the River Queen:

GRANT (V.O.) “Office United States Military

Telegraph, War Dept. For Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States. January 20, 1865. I will

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state confidentially that I am convinced, upon conversation with these Commissioners, that their intentions are good and their desire sincere to restore peace and union. I fear now their going back, without any expression of interest...”

Seward’s voice takes over from Grant’s.

GRANT (V.O.) (CONT’D) “...from anyone in authority, Mr. Lincoln...”

SEWARD (V.O.) “...from anyone in authority,

Mr. Lincoln...”

INT. SEWARD MANSION, LAFAYETTE SQUARE, WASHINGTON - NIGHT Seward’s in a fancy robe and slippers, reading a telegram.

SEWARD
“...will have a bad influence.

I will be sorry should it prove impossible for you to have an interview with them. I am awaiting your instructions. U.S. Grant, Lieutenant General Commanding Armies United States”

Lincoln is in his coat, shawl over his shoulders, holding his hat.

LINCOLN
After four years of war and near

600,000 lives lost. He believes we can end this war now.
My trust in him is marrow deep.

Seward looks up at Lincoln, then down again at the telegram. He stands and crosses to Lincoln.

SEWARD
You could bring the delegates to

Washington. In exchange for the South’s immediate surrender, we could promise them the amendment’s defeat. They’d agree, don’t you think? We’d end the war. This week.

Lincoln has closed his eyes.

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SEWARD (CONT’D)
Or. If you could manage, without

seeming to do it, to - Lincoln shakes his head “no.”

SEWARD (CONT’D) The peace delegation might

encounter delays as they travel up the James River. Particularly with the fighting around Wilmington. Within ten days time, we might pass the Thirteenth Amendment.

INT. HALLWAY, THE WHITE HOUSE - LATE NIGHT

Lincoln, shawl still wrapped around him, walks the long empty hall.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, WHITE HOUSE - LATE NIGHT

Lincoln sits before an open window. He’s dishevelled, in shirtsleeves an unbuttoned vest, next to an inkwell, papers and books of law scattered about, and a lit candle in a candlestick, guttering. Grant’s telegraph is in one hand, and in the other hand, his spectacles and, dangling from a chain, his open pocket watch. His bare left foot keeps time with the watch’s loud ticking. He stares out into the cold night.

INT. JOHN HAY AND JOHN NICOLAY’S BEDROOM - EVEN LATER

The room is spare and neat. Nicolay and Hay are asleep in their beds.

Lincoln is sitting at the foot of Hay’s bed, spectacles on, reading a petition, the others in his lap, pencil in hand.

LINCOLN
Now, here’s a sixteen year old boy.

They’re going to hang him...
Hay startles awake, then settles. He’s used to this.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) (he reads a little

further:)
He was with the 15th Indiana Calvary near Beaufort, seems he lamed his horse to avoid battle. I don’t think even Stanton would

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complain if I pardoned him? You think Stanton would complain?

Nicolay stirs in the next bed.

JOHN HAY
Ummm... I don’t know, sir, I don’t

know who you’re, uh... What time is it?

LINCOLN
It’s three forty in the morning.

JOHN NICOLAY (not waking up:)

Don’t... let him pardon any more deserters...

Nicolay’s asleep again.

JOHN HAY
Mr. Stanton thinks you pardon too

many. He’s generally apoplectic on the subject -

LINCOLN
He oughtn’t to have done that,

crippled his horse, that was cruel, but you don’t just hang a sixteen year old boy for that -

JOHN HAY
Ask the horse what he thinks.

LINCOLN
- for cruelty. There’d be no

sixteen year old boys left. (a beat, then:)

Grant wants me to bring the secesh delegates to Washington.

JOHN HAY
So... There are secesh delegates?

LINCOLN (scribbling a note,

signing the petition:)
He was afraid, that’s all it was. I don’t care to hang a boy for being frightened, either. What good would it do him?

He signs the pardon. Then he gives Hay’s leg a few hard thwacks and a squeeze. It hurts a little. Hay winces.

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LINCOLN (CONT’D)
War’s nearly done. Ain’t that so?

What use one more corpse? Any more corpses?

Putting the rest of the petitions on Hay’s bed, he stands to leave.

JOHN HAY Do you need company?

INT. HALLWAY, THE WHITE HOUSE - LATE NIGHT
As before, Lincoln continues his slow and solitary walk.

LINCOLN (V.O.)
Times like this, I’m best alone.

INT. THE TELEGRAPH ROOM, WAR DEPARTMENT - PRE-DAWN

Lincoln is seated at Eckert’s desk, shawl wrapped around his shoulders, glasses on; he stares down into his hat, held between his knees. Homer Bates and Sam Beckwith are waiting for him.

Lincoln draws a handwritten note from his hat unfolds it.

LINCOLN
“Lieutenant General Ulysses S.

Grant, City Point. I have read your words with interest.”

and carefully

code on a pad

Sam Beckwith transcribes Lincoln’s words with a pencil.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
“I ask that, regardless of any

into

action I take in the matter of the visit of the Richmond commissioners, you maintain among your troops military preparedness for battle, as you have done until now.”

He stops for a moment. Beckwith waits, pencil

Lincoln looks at the note, folds it, tucks it inside his hat.

poised. in a band

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LINCOLN (CONT’D)
“Have Captain Saunders convey the

commissioners to me here in Washington.”

(another pause)
“A. Lincoln.” And the date.

SAMUEL BECKWITH (while writing:)

Yes sir.
Lincoln places the hat on the floor.

SAMUEL BECKWITH (CONT’D) Shall I transmit, sir?

LINCOLN (a beat, then:)

You think we choose to be born?

SAMUEL BECKWITH I don’t suppose so.

LINCOLN
Are we fitted to the times we’re

born into?

SAMUEL BECKWITH
I don’t know about myself. You may

be, sir. Fitted.

LINCOLN (to Homer:)

What do you reckon?

HOMER BATES
I’m an engineer. I reckon there’s

machinery but no one’s done the fitting.

LINCOLN
You’re an engineer, you must know

Euclid’s axioms and common notions.

HOMER BATES
I must’ve in school, but...

LINCOLN
I never had much of schooling, but

I read Euclid, in an old book I borrowed. Little enough ever found its way in here -

(touching his cranium)
- but once learnt it stayed learnt.

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Euclid’s first common notion is this: “Things which are equal to the same thing are equal to each other.”

Homer doesn’t get it; neither does Sam.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) That’s a rule of mathematical

reasoning. It’s true because it works; has done and always will do. In his book, Euclid says this is “self-evident.”

(a beat)
D’you see? There it is, even in that two-thousand year old book of mechanical law: it is a self- evident truth that things which are equal to the same thing are equal to each other. We begin with equality. That’s the origin, isn’t it? That balance, that’s fairness, that’s justice.

He looks at his scribbled note, then at Sam and Homer.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) Read me the last sentence of my

telegram.

SAMUEL BECKWITH
“Have Captain Saunders convey the

commissioners to me here in Washington.”

LINCOLN
A slight emendation, Sam, if you

would.
Beckwith writes as Lincoln dictates.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
“Have Captain Saunders convey the

gentlemen aboard the River Queen as far as Hampton Roads, Virginia, and there wait until...”

(beat)
“...further advice from me. Do not proceed to Washington.”

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INT. HOUSE CHAMBER, THE CAPITOL

The chamber’s noisy and packed. wall of newspapermen, notebooks

TITLE: HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES JANUARY 27

- LATE MORNING

In the balcony’s front row, a at the ready.

Ashley, Colfax, and Stevens approach Stevens’s desk. Colfax nods towards the journalists in the balcony:

SCHUYLER COLFAX The World, the Herald and the Times, New York, Chicago, the

Journal of Commerce, even your hometown paper’s here.

JAMES ASHLEY (to Stevens:)

Say you believe only in legal equality for all races, not racial equality, I beg you, sir. Compromise. Or you risk it all.

Stevens sees Mary, with Mrs. Keckley, claiming front seats from two journalists.

INT. HOUSE CHAMBER, THE CAPITOL - LATER

Stevens, at the podium, is being challenged by Fernando Wood, standing at his desk.

FERNANDO WOOD
I’ve asked you a question, Mr.

Stevens, and you must answer me. Do you or do you not hold that the precept that “all men are created equal” is meant literally?

All eyes are on Stevens, the chamber quiet except for a scratching sound: the journalists have begun scribbling.

FERNANDO WOOD (CONT’D) Is that not the true purpose of the amendment? To promote your ultimate

and ardent dream to elevate -

THADDEUS STEVENS
The true purpose of the amendment,

Mr. Wood, you perfectly-named, brainless, obstructive object?

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FERNANDO WOOD
You have always insisted, Mr.

Stevens, that Negroes are the same as white men are.

THADDEUS STEVENS
The true purpose of the amendment -

Stevens looks up at the balcony, at the waiting journalists, and Mary, who raises her eyebrows, then at Ashley and Litton at their desks. Seward watches from the balcony.

Stevens returns to Wood.

THADDEUS STEVENS (CONT’D) I don’t hold with equality in all

things only with equality before the law and nothing more.

FERNANDO WOOD (surprised:)

That’s not so! You believe that Negroes are entirely equal to white men. You’ve said it a thousand times -

GEORGE PENDLETON (leaping to his feet)

For shame! For shame! Stop prevaricating and answer Representative Wood!

THADDEUS STEVENS
I don’t hold with equality in all things, only with equality before the law and nothing more.

GEORGE PENDLETON (stands:)

After the decades of fervent advocacy on behalf of the colored race -

JAMES ASHLEY (leaping up:)

He’s answered your questions! This amendment has naught to do with race equality!

Pendleton persists, through cheers and catcalls.

GEORGE PENDLETON
You have long insisted, have you not, that the dusk- colored race is no different from the white one.

THADDEUS STEVENS
I don’t hold with equality in all things only with equality before the law and nothing more.

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Among the amendment’s supporters, including Vintner Litton, a GROUP OF WOMEN SUFFRAGISTS in the balcony, and Elizabeth Keckley, there’s visible, audible shock and dismay at Stevens’s capitulation. Mary’s surprised by Stevens, and impressed.

MARY (whispering to Mrs.

Keckley:)
Who’d ever’ve guessed that old nightmare capable of such control? He might make a politician someday -

ELIZABETH KECKLEY (standing abruptly:)

I need to go.

Mary’s startled. Mrs. Keckley leaves the balcony, pushing past journalists. On the floor:

GEORGE PENDLETON
Your frantic attempt to delude us

now is unworthy of a representative. It is, in fact, unworthy of a white man!

THADDEUS STEVENS (giving in to his anger:)

How can I hold that all men are created equal, when here before me -

(pointing to Pendleton:)
- stands stinking the moral carcass of the gentleman from Ohio, proof that some men are inferior, endowed by their Maker with dim wits impermeable to reason with cold pallid slime in their veins instead of hot red blood! You are more reptile than man, George, so low and flat that the foot of man is incapable of crushing you!

General uproar.

GEORGE PENDLETON HOW DARE YOU!

THADDEUS STEVENS
Yet even you, Pendleton, who should

have been gibbetted for treason long before today, even worthless unworthy you ought to be treated equally before the law! And so again, sir, and again and again and

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again I say: I DO NOT HOLD WITH EQUALITY IN ALL THINGS. ONLY WITH EQUALITY BEFORE THE LAW.

Ashley sits, nearly weeping with relief, while the chamber explodes: laughter, applause, boos.

GEORGE PENDLETON
MR. SPEAKER, WILL YOU PERMIT THIS

VILE BOORISH MAN TO SLANDER AND TO THREATEN ME AND -

The journalists pack up their notebooks; this is fun, but not newsworthy, and only a few bother to record it.

Stevens limps out through the aisle to wild Republican applause. He looks up to the balcony; Mary is looking down approvingly. He looks down before she can see him smile.

INT. A CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE HOUSE CHAMBER - LATER

Stevens sits on a bench, alone, thinking, troubled. Asa Vintner Litton approaches him.

ASA VINTNER LITTON
You asked if ever I was surprised.

Stevens nods.

ASA VINTNER LITTON (CONT’D) Today, Mr. Stevens, I was

surprised. You’ve led the battle for race equality for thirty years! The basis of, of every hope for this country’s future life, you denied Negro equality! I’m nauseated. You refused to say that all humans are, well... human! Have you lost your very soul, Mr. Stevens? Is there nothing you won’t say?

Stevens nods, then, quietly:

THADDEUS STEVENS
I’m sorry you’re nauseous, Asa,

that must be unpleasant.
I want the amendment to pass. So that the Constitution’s first and only mention of slavery is its absolute prohibition. For this amendment, for which I have worked all of my life and for which

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countless colored men and women have fought and died and now hundreds of thousands of soldiers - no, sir, no, it seems there is very nearly nothing I won’t say.

EXT. THE STREETS OF WASHINGTON - MORNING

Lincoln and Robert are in the buggy driven by the old soldier; a young bodyguard soldier sits beside the driver, his rifle uselessly tucked under his legs. Lincoln is on one side reading over a stack of documents. Robert’s on the other side of the buggy, staring sullenly at his feet.

The buggy stops outside an army hospital. Lincoln packs up his papers.

ROBERT I’m not going in.

LINCOLN
You said you wanted to help me.

ROBERT
This is - This is just a clumsy

attempt at discouragement. I’ve been to army hospitals, I’ve seen surgeries, I went and visited the malaria barges with mama.

LINCOLN
She told me she didn’t take you

inside.

ROBERT
I snuck in after - I’ve seen what

it’s like. This changes nothing.

LINCOLN
At all rates, I’m happy to have

your company.

Stepping out of the buggy, he hands his folio to the bodyguard and enters the army hospital.

INT. ARMY HOSPITAL - MORNING
He’s met in the antechamber by an ARMY SURGEON.

LINCOLN Morning, Jim.

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ARMY SURGEON Hello, Mr. President.

LINCOLN Good to see you again.

They move into the main ward, Lincoln removing his hat.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) Well, boys, first question: You

getting enough to eat?

He walks from bed to bed, shaking hands with each patient. Most are amputees.

FIRST PATIENT Hello, sir.

LINCOLN
What’s your name, soldier?

Robert.

FIRST PATIENT

LINCOLN
Robert. Good to meet you, Robert.

SECOND PATIENT Nice to meet you.

LINCOLN What’s your name?

Kevin.

SECOND PATIENT

LINCOLN
Tell me your names as I go past. I

like to know who I’m talkin’ to. Kevin.

THIRD PATIENT Mr. President. John.

LINCOLN
John. I’ve seen you before.

FOURTH PATIENT Mr. President...

EXT. OUTSIDE THE ARMY HOSPITAL - MORNING Robert, brooding, waits in the buggy.

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Hearing a creaking, rumbling sound, Robert turns to see TWO BLACK ORDERLIES in grey uniforms wrangling a large top-heavy wheelbarrow, covered with filthy canvas. One orderly pushes while the other keeps the barrow from tipping over.

Robert notices, in the barrow’s wake, a trail of blood. He gets out of the buggy and follows as the orderlies turn a corner of the building.

Behind the building, where the ground is bare, pitted with puddles of water, Robert watches as the orderlies reach the edge of a shallow pit. One orderly pulls the canvas back, revealing severed legs, arms, hands, rotten, burnt, shattered by bullet or bomb.

Robert watches as they toss the remains into the pit. Quicklime is shoveled atop the limbs.

Robert walks away, unsteady.

Around the corner, he fumbles through his pockets for rolling paper and tobacco. He locates these and tries to focus on rolling a cigarette, his hands shaking. He tries harder to control his hands, his feelings, but he can’t. He has a panic attack, crying, hiccupy shallow breathing, face flushed. Frustrated, he throws down the cigarette and tries to hold back tears.

LINCOLN (O.C.) What’s the matter, Bob?

Robert looks up, mortified, to see Lincoln watching him with concern. He wipes his eyes, his mouth.

ROBERT
I have to do this! And I will do it

and I don’t need your permission to enlist.

LINCOLN
That same speech has been made by

how many sons to how many fathers since the war began? “I don’t need your damn permission, you miserable old goat, I’m gonna enlist anyhow!” And what wouldn’t those numberless fathers have given to be able to say to their sons - as I now say to mine - ”I’m commander-in-chief, so in point of fact, without my permission, you ain’t enlisting in nothing, nowhere, young man.”

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ROBERT
It’s mama you’re scared of, not me

getting killed.
Lincoln slaps Robert in the face. It shocks them both.

Lincoln tries to embrace Robert, but Robert shoulders past him and walks back toward the front of he building. He turns.

ROBERT (CONT’D)
I have to do this! And I will! Or I will feel ashamed of myself for the rest of my life. Whether or not you

fought is what’s gonna matter. And not just to other people, but to myself.
I won’t be you, pa. I can’t do that. But I don’t want to be nothing.

He hurries away.
We can’t lose you.

INT. MARY’S BOUDOIR, SECOND FLOOR OF THE WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT

Outside, driving rain and wind. Lincoln sits by the window, in his coat, vest and tie, hair combed neatly.

LINCOLN
He’ll be fine, Molly. City Point’s

far from the front lines, from the fighting, he’ll be an adjutant running messages for General Grant.

Mary sits at her vanity in a beautiful evening dress, pale with rage.

MARY
The war will take our son! A

sniper, or a shrapnel shell! Or typhus, same as took Willie, it takes hundreds of boys a day! He’ll die, uselessly, and how will I ever forgive you? Most men, their firstborn is their favorite, but you, you’ve always blamed Robert for being born, for trapping you in a marriage that’s only ever given you grief and caused you regret!

LINCOLN

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LINCOLN That’s not true -

MARY
And if the slaughter of Cold Harbor

is on your hands same as Grant, God help us! We’ll pay for the oceans of spilled blood you’ve sanctioned, the uncountable corpses we’ll be made to pay with our son’s dear blood -

Lincoln rises from the window seat, angry.

LINCOLN
Just, just this once, Mrs. Lincoln,

I demand of you to try and take the liberal and not the selfish point of view! You imagine Robert will forgive us if we continue to stifle his very natural ambition?!

MARY
(with a mocking smile:)

And if I refuse to take the high road, if I won’t take up the rough old cross, will you threaten me again with the madhouse, as you did when I couldn’t stop crying over Willie, when I showed you what heartbreak, real heartbreak looked like, and you hadn’t the courage to countenance it, to help me -

LINCOLN That’s right. When you

refused so much as to comfort Tad -

LINCOLN
- the child who was not only

sick, dangerously sick, but beside himself with grief?

LINCOLN
Oh but your grief, your

grief, your inexhaustible grief!

MARY
I was in the room with

Willie, I was holding him in my arms as he died!

MARY How dare you!

MARY
How dare you throw that at

me?!

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LINCOLN
And his mother won’t let him

near her, ‘cause she’s screaming from morning to night pacing the corridors, howling at shadows and furniture and ghosts! I ought to have done it, I ought have done for Tad’s sake, for everybody’s goddamned sake, I should have clapped you in the madhouse!

MARY
I couldn’t let Tad in! I

couldn’t risk him seeing how

angry I was!

MARY (CONT’D) THEN DO IT! Do it! Don’t you

threaten me, you do it this time! Lock me away! You’ll have to, I swear, if Robert is killed!

Silence. Then:

LINCOLN
I couldn’t tolerate you grieving so

for Willie because I couldn’t permit it in myself, though I wanted to, Mary. I wanted to crawl under the earth, into the vault with his coffin. I still do. Every day I do.

Don’t... talk to me about grief. (beat:)

I must make my decisions, Bob must make his, you yours. And bear what we must, hold and carry what we must. What I carry within me - you must allow me to do it, alone as I must. And you alone, Mary, you alone may lighten this burden, or render it intolerable. As you choose.

She opens her mouth to make an angry reply, then stops, and watches as he leaves the room.

INT. ODD FELLOWS’ HALL, WASHINGTON - NIGHT

Onstage, Gounod’s Faust, Act Three, scene eight, the garden outside Marguerite’s cottage, a gorgeously romantic night. MARGUERITE and FAUST are alone singing. The Lincolns, in their box, watch quietly. Elizabeth Keckley sits next to Mary.

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Mary turns to Lincoln. They speak in whispers. Mrs. Keckley tries not to listen but she can’t help hearing what they say.

MARY
You think I’m ignorant of what

you’re up to because you haven’t discussed this scheme with me as you ought to have done. When have I ever been so easily bamboozled?

(beat)
I believe you when you insist that amending the constitution and abolishing slavery will end this war. And since you are sending my son into the war, woe unto you if you fail to pass the amendment.

LINCOLN
Seward doesn’t want me leaving big

muddy footprints all over town.

MARY
No one ever lived who knows better

than you the proper placement of footfalls on treacherous paths. Seward can’t do it. You must. Because if you fail to secure the necessary votes, woe unto you, sir. You will answer to me.

EXT. THE PORTICO OF THE WHITE HOUSE - A SHORT WHILE LATER

The carriage has pulled up and Mary is entering the White House. Lincoln helps Mrs. Keckley down from the carriage.

She hesitates before proceeding in. Then she faces Lincoln.

ELIZABETH KECKLEY
I know the vote is only four days

away; I know you’re concerned. Thank you for your concern over this, and I want you to know: They’ll approve it. God will see to it.

LINCOLN
I don’t envy him his task. He may

wish He’d chosen an instrument for His purpose more wieldy than the House of Representatives.

ELIZABETH KECKLEY Then you’ll see to it.

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Lincoln looks at her, considering. Then:

LINCOLN
Are you afraid of what lies ahead?

For your people? If we succeed?

ELIZABETH KECKLEY White people don’t want us here.

LINCOLN Many don’t.

ELIZABETH KECKLEY What about you?

LINCOLN
I...I don’t know you, Mrs. Keckley.

Any of you. You’re ...familiar to me, as all people are. Unaccommodated, poor, bare, forked creatures such as we all are. You have a right to expect what I expect, and likely our expectations are not incomprehensible to each other. I assume I’ll get used to you. But what you are to the nation, what’ll become of you once slavery’s day is done, I don’t know.

ELIZABETH KECKLEY
What my people are to be, I can’t

say. Negroes have been fighting and dying for freedom since the first of us was a slave. I never heard any ask what freedom will bring. Freedom’s first. As for me: My son died, fighting for the Union, wearing the Union blue. For freedom he died. I’m his mother. That’s what I am to the nation, Mr. Lincoln. What else must I be?

INT. A BEDROOM IN THE ST. CHARLES HOTEL - LATE NIGHT

The room is far filthier and more cluttered than before. Bilbo and Latham are playing cards. Schell is asleep in bed.

W.N. BILBO
My whole hand’s gonna be proud in

about five seconds, let’s see how proud you gonna be.

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ROBERT LATHAM
Oh, it is? What you got goin’?

There’s a quick knock on the door.

Yeah?

W.N. BILBO

ROBERT LATHAM

Go away!
(to Bilbo)

That watch fob, is that gold?

W.N. BILBO
You keep your eyes off my fob!

Seward enters, displeased, as they show their cards, laughing.

ROBERT LATHAM Nines paired!

W.N. BILBO Oh my God damn!

SEWARD
Gentlemen. You have a visitor.

Latham jovially collects his winnings. He stops short when Lincoln steps into the room, cloak and stovepipe, very tall.

W.N. BILBO Well, I’ll be fucked.

LINCOLN
I wouldn’t bet against it, Mr...?

Schell startles awake as Bilbo puts down his cigar and wipes his hand on his vest.

W.N. BILBO W.N. Bilbo.

LINCOLN
Mr. Bilbo. Gentlemen.

Sir...

ROBERT LATHAM

W.N. BILBO
Why are you here? No offense, but

Mr. Seward’s banished the very mention of your name, he won’t even

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let us use fifty-cent pieces ‘cause they got your face on ‘em.

LINCOLN
The Secretary of State here tells

me that, uh, you got eleven Democrats in the bag. That’s encouraging.

ROBERT LATHAM
Oh, you’ve got no cause to be

encouraged. Sir. Uh...

RICHARD SCHELL Are we being...fired?

Lincoln sits at the card table.

LINCOLN
“We have heard the chimes of

midnight, Master Shallow.” I’m here to alert you boys that the great day of reckoning is nigh upon us.

RICHARD SCHELL
The Democrats we’ve yet to bag,

sir. The patronage jobs simply won’t bag ‘em. They require more...convincing, Mr. President.

Lincoln nods. He turns to Bilbo.

LINCOLN
Mm-hmm. Do me a favor, willya?

Sure.

W.N. BILBO

LINCOLN
Snagged my eye in the paper this

morning. Governor Curtin is set to declare a winner in the disputed Congressional election for the -

W.N. BILBO Pennsylvania 16th District.

LINCOLN
What a joy to be comprehended. Hop

on a train to Philadell, call on the Governor -

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SEWARD (looking askance at

Bilbo’s appearance:) Send Latham. Or Schell.

LINCOLN (to Bilbo:)

No, he’ll do fine, just polish yourself up first.

Bilbo, cigar back in mouth, laughs.

ROBERT LATHAM
The incumbent is claiming he won

it. Name of, uh...

Coffroth.

W.N. BILBO

LINCOLN That’s him.

RICHARD SCHELL Coffroth. He is a Democrat.

LINCOLN I understand he is.

Let Governor Curtin know it’d be much appreciated if he’d invite the House of Representatives to decide who won. He’s entitled to do that. He’ll agree to it.

(to Schell:)
Then advise Coffroth, if he hopes to retain his seat, that he’d better pay a visit to Thaddeus Stevens.

SEWARD Pity poor Coffroth.

W.N. BILBO Silly name.

INT. THADDEUS STEVENS’S OFFICE, THE CAPITOL - NIGHT

Stevens is at his desk, paperwork piled high. There’s a knock at the door.

THADDEUS STEVENS
A nervous man enters hesitantly: Alexander Coffroth.

It opens!

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Stevens glares at him with what looks like horror. Coffroth’s frightened smile transforms into a rictus of pain. Then:

THADDEUS STEVENS (CONT’D) You are Canfrey?

ALEXANDER COFFROTH Coffroth, Mr. Stevens, Alexander

Coffroth, I’m, I’m -

THADDEUS STEVENS (skeptical)

Are we representatives of the same state?

ALEXANDER COFFROTH Y-yes sir! We sit only three desks

apart -
Stevens waves him into a chair.

THADDEUS STEVENS I haven’t noticed you. I’m a

Republican, and you, Coughdrop, are a Democrat?

ALEXANDER COFFROTH
Well, I... Um, that is to say... I -

THADDEUS STEVENS The modern travesty of Thomas

Jefferson’s political organization to which you have attached yourself like a barnacle has the effrontery to call itself The Democratic Party. You are a Dem-o-crat. What’s the matter with you? Are you wicked?

ALEXANDER COFFROTH Well, I felt, um, formerly, I -

THADDEUS STEVENS Never mind, Coffsnot. You were

ignominiously trounced at the hustings in November’s election by your worthy challenger, a Republican -

ALEXANDER COFFROTH
No, sir, I was not, um, trounced!

Uh, he wants to steal my seat! I didn’t lose the election -

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THADDEUS STEVENS
What difference does it make if you

lost or not?! The governor of our state, is...? A Democrat?

ALEXANDER COFFROTH No, he’s a...

(baffled, terrified:) A, um, a Ruh...

Re. Re.

(nods) Pub.

Pub.

Li.

Can.

THADDEUS STEVENS ALEXANDER COFFROTH THADDEUS STEVENS

ALEXANDER COFFROTH THADDEUS STEVENS ALEXANDER COFFROTH THADDEUS STEVENS

ALEXANDER COFFROTH

Can. Republican.

THADDEUS STEVENS I know what he is. This is a

rhetorical exercise. And Congress is controlled by what party? Yours?

Coffroth doesn’t know whether to answer. He shakes his head.

THADDEUS STEVENS (CONT’D) Your party was beaten, your

challenger’s party now controls the House, and hence the House Committee on Elections, so you have been beaten. You shall shortly be sent home in disgrace. Unless.

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ALEXANDER COFFROTH
I know what I must do, sir! I will

immediately become a Republican and vote yes for -

THADDEUS STEVENS NO! Coffroth will vote yes but

Coffroth will remain a Democrat until after he does so.

ALEXANDER COFFROTH Why wait to switch? I’m happy to

switch -

THADDEUS STEVENS
We want to show the amendment has

bipartisan support, you idiot. Early in the next Congress, when I tell you to do so, you will switch parties. Now congratulations on your victory, and get out.

INT. A BEDROOM IN THE ST. CHARLES HOTEL - LATE NIGHT

Continue with Lincoln and his operatives around the card table.

LINCOLN
Now give me the names of whoever

else you been hunting.
Schell, Latham and Bilbo exchange looks, then:

ROBERT LATHAM George Yeaman.

RICHARD SCHELL Yes. Yeaman.

W.N. BILBO
Among others. But Yeaman: That’d

count.

ROBERT LATHAM (helpfully)

Y-E-A-M-A-N
Lincoln looks up from his notepad, smiling.

LINCOLN I got it.

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Kentucky.

ROBERT LATHAM

INT. SEWARD’S OFFICE, STATE DEPARTMENT - DAY

Seward sits at his grand desk, looking on with an anxious scowl. Lincoln sits on the edge of Seward’s desk. Yeaman sits in a chair facing him.

GEORGE YEAMAN
I can’t vote for the amendment, Mr.

Lincoln.

LINCOLN
I saw a barge once, Mr. Yeaman,

filled with colored men in chains, heading down the Mississippi to the New Orleans slave markets. It sickened me, ‘n more than that, it brought a shadow down, a pall around my eyes.

(beat)
Slavery troubled me, as long as I can remember, in a way it never troubled my father, though he hated it. In his own fashion. He knew no smallholding dirt farmer could compete with slave plantations. He took us out from Kentucky to get away from ‘em. He wanted Indiana kept free. He wasn’t a kind man, but there was a rough moral urge for fairness, for freedom in him. I learnt that from him, I suppose, if little else from him. We didn’t care for one another, Mr. Yeaman.

GEORGE YEAMAN (embarrassed)

I... Well, I’m sorry to hear that -

LINCOLN
Lovingkindness, that most ordinary

thing, came to me from other sources. I’m grateful for that.

GEORGE YEAMAN
I hate it, too, sir, slavery, but -

but we’re entirely unready for emancipation. There’s too many questions -

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LINCOLN (laughs)

We’re unready for peace too, ain’t we? When it comes, it’ll present us with conundrums and dangers greater than any we’ve faced during the war, bloody as it’s been. We’ll have to extemporize and experiment with what it is when it is.

Lincoln moves from the desk to take the seat beside Yeaman, no longer towering over him. He leans forward and rests a hand on Yeaman’s knee.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
I read your speech, George. Negroes

and the vote, that's a puzzle.

GEORGE YEAMAN
No, no, but, but, but - But Negroes

can't, um, vote, Mr. Lincoln. You're not suggesting that we enfranchise colored people.

LINCOLN
I'm asking only that you

disenthrall yourself from the slave powers. I'll let you know when there's an offer on my desk for surrender.

There's none before us now. What's before us now, that's the vote on the Thirteenth Amendment. It's going to be so very close.

You see what you can do. Lincoln leaves Yeaman, considering.

EXT. A WORKING CLASS NEIGHBORHOOD IN WASHINGTON - NIGHT

Lincoln stands in front of William Hutton’s row house, talking to Hutton. The funeral wreath still hangs on the door behind them, displaying the marks of time passing: faded, weatherbeaten, dusty.

WILLIAM HUTTON
I can’t make sense of it, what he

died for. Mr. Lincoln, I hate them all, I do, all black people. I am a prejudiced man.

The door opens slightly behind Hutton. His wife looks out. Hutton exchanges a glance with her, and the door shuts again.

96.

LINCOLN
I’d change that in you if I could,

but that’s not why I come. I might be wrong, Mr. Hutton, but I expect... Colored people will most likely be free, and when that’s so, it’s simple truth that your brother’s bravery, and his death, helped make it so. Only you can decide whether that’s sense enough for you, or not.

Hutton walks slowly back to his house.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) My deepest sympathies to your

family.

Lincoln goes back to his buggy. Hutton pauses at his door to watch Lincoln’s buggy drive away.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE - NIGHT

Lincoln is seated at the head of the cabinet table along with Seward. Ashley, Preston and Montgomery Blair. Hay and Nicolay sit in their usual chairs.

PRESTON BLAIR (angry:)

We’ve managed our members to a fare- thee-well, you’ve had no defections from the Republican right to trouble you, whereas as to what you promised - Where the hell are the commissioners?!

JAMES ASHLEY

Oh God...
(to Lincoln:)

It’s true! You, you...lied to me, Mr. Lincoln! You evaded my requests for a denial that, that there is a Confederate peace offer because, because there is one! We are absolutely guaranteed to lose the whole thing -

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JAMES ASHLEY (CONT’D)
- and we’ll be discredited, the amendment itself will be tainted. What if, what if these peace commissioners appear today? Or worse, on the morning -

MONTGOMERY BLAIR We don’t need a goddamned

abolition amendment! Leave the Constitution alone! State by state you can extirpate -

LINCOLN
I can’t listen to this anymore! I

can’t accomplish a goddamned thing of any human meaning or worth until we cure ourselves of slavery and end this pestilential war, and whether any of you or anyone else knows it, I know I need this! This amendment is that cure! We’re stepped out upon the world’s stage now, now, with the fate of human dignity in our hands! Blood’s been spilt to afford us this moment!

He points around the table at Ashley, Monty,

LINCOLN (CONT'D)
Now now now! And you grousle and

Preston.

heckle and dodge about like pettifogging Tammany Hall hucksters! See what is before you! See the here and now! That’s the hardest thing, the only thing that accounts! Abolishing slavery by constitutional provision settles the fate, for all coming time, not only of the millions now in bondage but of unborn millions to come. Two votes stand in its way, and these votes must be procured.

SEWARD
We need two yeses, three

abstentions, or four yeses and one more abstention and the amendment will pass -

LINCOLN
You got a night and a day and a

night and several perfectly good hours! Now get the hell out of here and get ‘em!

JAMES ASHLEY Yes but how?

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LINCOLN Buzzards’ guts, man.

Lincoln rises, and keeps rising, till he seems eight feet tall.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
I am the President of the United

States of America, clothed in immense power! You will procure me these votes.

INT. THE HOUSE CHAMBER - DAWN

The chamber is quiet and dark. Pages and clerks prepare the desks, laying out pens and paper, filling inkwells.

TITLE: THE MORNING OF THE VOTE JANUARY 31, 1865

A CLERK is draping red-white-and-blue bunting on the desks of representatives from seceded states. These will of course remain unoccupied during the vote.

The first Congressman to arrive, Thaddeus Stevens clumps in. He goes to his desk and sits. He looks around the empty chamber, ready and waiting.

INT. THE HOUSE CHAMBER - MORNING, SEVERAL HOURS LATER

Thaddeus Stevens is at his desk. The House is in session, the floor full of congressmen caucusing and arguing.

The balcony’s packed. Mary and Keckley sit at the front, Nicolay and Hay behind them. The Blairs are among other officials, rich people, foreign dignitaries.

There’s a sudden quiet, then murmuring. Ashley, Stevens and everyone on the floor look up, Ellis, Hollister, Hutton and Hawkins among these.

In the balcony, twenty WELL-TO-DO BLACK PEOPLE, mostly men, are escorted by several Senators, including Sumner and Wade, to a reserved section of the balcony. The black people glance at their surroundings but are rigidly composed.

Asa Vintner Litton sees them enter. He looks about, at the representatives caucusing, or staring up at the visitors. Something powerful strikes him. In a voice coarse with emotion, he calls up to the black visitors:

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ASA VINTNER LITTON We welcome you, ladies and

gentlemen, first in the history of this people’s chamber, to your House!

There’s tense applause. Some of the black guests bow; most aren’t sure how to respond.

Yeaman watches this, deeply moved.

Bilbo catches Hawkins’s eye and waves. Hawkins looks anxiously around, blushing.

Everyone is seated, and the place is packed.

Schuyler Colfax is in his high seat atop the rostrum, the SERGEANT-AT-ARMS to his right. Colfax gavels the House into session. Ashley is at the podium.

SCHUYLER COLFAX
Mr. Ashley, the floor is yours.

JAMES ASHLEY
On the matter of the joint

resolution before us, presenting a Thirteenth Amendment to our national Constitution, which was passed last year by the Senate, and which has been debated now by this estimable body for the past several weeks. Today we will vote...

Cheers, boos, applause.

JAMES ASHLEY (CONT’D) By mutual agreement we shall hear

brief final statements - General cheering for this, laughing.

JAMES ASHLEY (CONT’D) - beginning with the honorable

George Pendleton of Ohio.

Applause, boos. Pendleton, taking the podium, is handed several letters by Wood. He holds them over his head. The chamber’s quiet.

GEORGE PENDLETON
I’ve just received confirmation of

what previously has been merely rumored! Affidavits from loyal citizens recently returned from

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Richmond. They testify that Commissioners have indeed come north and ought to have arrived by now in Washington City! Bearing an offer of immediate cessation of our civil war!

The chamber explodes. Through the ensuing ruckus:

FERNANDO WOOD
(to Ashley, fake shock:)

Are there Confederate commissioners in the Capitol?

JAMES ASHLEY
I don’t... I have no idea where

they are or if they’ve arrived or - FERNANDO WOOD

If they’ve arrived?!

GEORGE PENDLETON
I appeal to my fellow Democrats, to

all Republican representatives who give a fig for peace! Postpone this vote until we have answers from the President himself!

In the balcony, Hay and Nicolay exchange worried glances.

FERNANDO WOOD Postpone the vote!

Ashley turns to Stevens: “DO SOMETHING!” as Pendleton’s Democrats begin to chant “POSTPONE THE VOTE!”

Mary, worried, looks from Mrs. Keckley to Preston Blair, who is focused on the leader of the conservative Republican representatives, AARON HADDAM (R, KY). Haddam looks up at Preston, awaiting instructions.

Democrats and Republicans rush to the Speaker to support or protest the motion.

In the balcony, Preston slowly stands, saddened and angry.

FERNANDO WOOD (CONT’D) I have made a motion! Does anyone

here care to second -
Preston nods at Haddam: “Go ahead.” Haddam rises.

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AARON HADDAM (in a powerful voice:)

Gentlemen.
The conservative faction of border and western Republicans cannot approve this amendment, about which we harbor grave doubts, if a peace offer is being held hostage to its success. Joining with our Democratic colleagues, I second the motion to postpone.

The debate swells again as, in the balcony, Schell scribbles in a notebook while Latham whispers furiously in his ear. Latham rips the page out before Schell’s finished; Bilbo snatches it from him.

ROBERT LATHAM Quick, man! Quick!

Bilbo pushes his way out of the balcony. Nicolay, then Hay, follow on his heels. Mary sees this; she’s concerned.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE CAPITOL - AFTERNOON

Hay and Nicolay emerge. They see Bilbo running, far ahead. Hay immediately sprints after him and trips. Nicolay continues running.

INT/EXT. WHITE HOUSE PORTICO, FOYER, STAIRS - AFTERNOON

Bilbo puffs his way across the portico, through the door, and up the stairs. Hay gains on him. It’s become a race!

In the second floor hallway, Bilbo gets winded, and Hay dashes past him. Hay reaches the doors to Lincoln’s office and flings them open.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, THE WHITE HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Lincoln is at his desk, working, when Hay bursts in. Bilbo appears in the doorway, beet-red and gasping for air.

Hay’s too winded to speak. Bilbo holds out the note, limp with sweat, and brings it to Lincoln. Lincoln reads it.

LINCOLN
This is precisely what Mr. Wood

wishes me to respond to?

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Tad runs into the room, excited by the commotion. He wraps his arm around his father’s neck, then tears wildly out of the room.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
Word for word? This is precisely the assurance that he demands of

me?

Yes sir.

W.N. BILBO

As Nicolay heaves into the room in last place, wheezing terribly, Lincoln deliberates for a moment, then writes a note. He blots, folds and hands it to Hay, who immediately reads it, Nicolay looking on.

LINCOLN
Give this to Mr. Ashley.

Hay looks at Nicolay, who can’t speak; he waves at Hay to speak for him.

JOHN HAY
I feel, um, I have to say, Mr.

Lincoln, that this - (annoyed, impatient, to

Bilbo:)
Could you please just step outside?!

W.N. BILBO
You gonna have a chat now, with

with the whole of the House of Representatives waiting on that?

Nicolay continues gasping, trying to speak. He can’t.

JOHN HAY (to Lincoln:)

Making false representation to Congress is, it’s, um -

JOHN NICOLAY It’s, it’s -

LINCOLN
Impeachable. I’ve made no false

representation.

JOHN HAY But there are -

(Whispering:)

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There is a delegation from Richmond.

LINCOLN
Give me the note, Johnnie.

Hay gives Lincoln the note. Lincoln takes it, holding on to Hay’s hand; with his free hand, Lincoln passes the note to Bilbo.

LINCOLN (CONT’D) (to Bilbo:)

Please deliver that to Mr. Ashley.

INT. THE HOUSE CHAMBER AND BALCONY - AFTERNOON

Bilbo, pushing past the pages, runs in, holding the note, Ashley snatches it, reading as he makes his way to the podium. All eyes are on Ashley.

JAMES ASHLEY From the President:

The chamber falls silent.

JAMES ASHLEY (CONT’D) “So far as I know, there are no peace commissioners in the city

nor are there likely to be.” Applause, booing, furious discussion.

GEORGE PENDLETON
“So far as I know-”?! That means nothing! Are there commissioners from the South or aren’t there?!

In the balcony, Mary looks to Mrs. Keckley.

JAMES ASHLEY
The President has answered you,

sir! Your peace offer is a fiction!

GEORGE PENDLETON That is not a denial, it is a

lawyer’s dodge!

JAMES ASHLEY
Mr. Haddam? Is your faction

satisfied?

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Preston, in the balcony, hesitates. He looks at his daughter, who gives him a questioning look: “Do you want this on your head?”

Preston doesn’t. He indicates to Haddam with a small shake of his venerable head: “Drop it.”

AARON HADDAM
The conservative Republican

faction’s satisfied, and we thank Mr. Lincoln. I move to table Mr. Wood’s motion.

Tabled!

SCHUYLER COLFAX

There’s an angry response, but Wood and Pendleton sit, thwarted.

JAMES ASHLEY
Speaker Colfax, I order the main

question.

SCHUYLER COLFAX
A motion has been made to bring the

bill for the Thirteenth Amendment to a vote. Do I hear a second?

ASA VINTNER LITTON I second the motion.

SCHUYLER COLFAX
So moved, so ordered. The Clerk

will now -
(a rap of the gavel)

Quiet please.
The noise of the chamber and balcony reduce to a rumble.

SCHUYLER COLFAX (CONT’D) The clerk will now call the roll

for voting.

Thaddeus Stevens sits silently, tired, concentrated: the moment has come.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE We begin with Connecticut. Mr.

Augustus Benjamin, on the matter of this amendment, how say you?

The chamber is completely silent for the first time.

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AUGUSTUS BENJAMIN

Nay!
The clerk records his vote.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. Arthur Bentleigh.

ARTHUR BENTLEIGH

Nay!
Mr. John Ellis, how say you?

Aye!

JOHN ELLIS

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE

Angry shouts from Ellis’s fellow Democrats, forcing Colfax to gavel for order.

DEMOCRATIC SENATOR What?! Shameful!

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Missouri next. Mr. Walter Appleton.

I vote no!

WALTER APPLETON

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. Josiah Burton.

JOSIAH BURTON rises to his feet. He is very, very tall and thin.

JOSIAH BURTON
Beanpole Burton is pleased to vote

yea!
Mary watches from the balcony, pleased, but anxious.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE The State of New Jersey. Mr.

Nehemiah Cleary.

NEHEMIAH CLEARY

No.
Mr. James Martinson.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE

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JAMES ASHLEY
Mr. Martinson has delegated me to

say he is indisposed and he abstains.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. Austin J. Roberts.

JAMES ASHLEY
Also indisposed, also abstaining.

Shocked anger from the Democrats. Pendleton starts calculating votes on a sheet of paper. Wood grabs it and begins to calculate more rapidly.

In the balcony, Mary keeps track on her own list. She writes carefully next to Roberts’s name: “15 TO WIN”

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Illinois concluded. Mr. Harold

Hollister, how say you?
Hollister glowers next to Hutton, who’s silently praying.

No.

HAROLD HOLLISTER

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. Hutton? Mr. William Hutton,

cast your vote. Hutton looks up from his prayer.

WILLIAM HUTTON
William Hutton, remembering at this

moment his beloved brother, Fredrick, votes against the amendment.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, THE WHITE HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Lincoln watches Tad stacking books to make a fort for his lead toy soldiers.

INT/EXT. ROTUNDA AND FRONT DOOR OF THE CAPITOL - AFTERNOON

A field telegraph has been set up near the steps, at the front of the enormous crowd that’s assembled before the Capitol. Poles are held up in the crowd by soldiers along which the telegraph wire is stretched.

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A soldier stationed at the door of the Capitol relays the vote to another soldier manning the cipher key:

SOLDIER Webster Allen votes no.

The cipher operator instantly transmits.

INT. GRANT’S TELEGRAPH ROOM AT CITY POINT - AFTERNOON

OFFICERS are crowded in the small room, watching a SERGEANT transcribe as his cipher key clicks.

SERGEANT
Webster Allen, Illinois, Democrat,

votes...no.
The cipher key clicks again.

SERGEANT (CONT’D) Halberd Law, Indiana, Democrat,

votes...no.

Grant observes this from the balcony above. Robert, in a captain’s uniform, stands near him. Like his mother, Robert has a scorecard, and he’s keeping track.

Grant turns his back on the proceedings to light a cigar. He’s concerned at how close the vote is. Behind him the count continues:

SERGEANT (CONT’D) Archibald Moran...yes.

Robert has been looking at Grant; he returns to his score keeping.

SERGEANT (CONT’D) Ambrose Bailer...yes.

INT. THE HOUSE CHAMBER AND BALCONY - AFTERNOON The Clerk continues.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. Walter H. Washburn.

WALTER H. WASHBURN

Votes no.
And Mr. George Yeaman, how say you?

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE

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Yeaman doesn’t respond. The silence this causes lengthens, till representatives begin to look to see what’s happened. Yeaman sits, staring ahead, not responding. Thaddeus Stevens, sensing something’s happening, looks in Yeaman’s direction. Yeaman, still staring ahead, mumbles something, but it’s inaudible.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE (CONT’D) Sorry Mr. Yeaman, I didn’t hear you

vote -

GEORGE YEAMAN (rising to his feet)

I said aye, Mr. McPherson. AYE!!!

Great surprise, loud cheers and angry shouts.

FERNANDO WOOD TRAITOR! TRAITOR!

Yeaman looks ready to faint. To the consternation of the Democrats, a mob of gleeful Republicans rushes across the aisle that separates the two parties; they surround Yeaman, shaking his hand, slapping him on the back. Colfax bangs the gavel.

Order!

SCHUYLER COLFAX

Pendleton is speechless. Litton turns to Ashley, both astonished; Ashley turns to Stevens, who watches, sharp, observant, giving nothing away.

Mary updates her tally: “8 TO WIN”

SCHUYLER COLFAX (CONT’D) Order in the chamber!

Yeaman collapses back into his seat. The room quiets.

SCHUYLER COLFAX (CONT’D) Mr. MacPherson, you may proceed.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. Clay R. Hawkins of Ohio.

Hawkins seems to have been startled out of a reverie. Sick with fear, he looks up at the sound of his name. He can’t speak. Wood and Pendleton watch this, deeply alarmed. Hawkins snaps out of it.

CLAY HAWKINS Goddamn it, I’m voting yes.

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A huge reaction to this. LeClerk gapes at Hawkins.

CLAY HAWKINS (CONT'D) (right at Pendleton and

Wood!)
I don’t care, shoot me dead! You shoot me dead I, I am voting yes!

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. Edwin F. LeClerk.

LeClerk, seated next to Hawkins and transfixed by his courage, turns dazedly to McPherson.

EDWIN LECLERK

No.
(then, standing abruptly:)

Oh to hell with it, shoot me dead too. Yes!

The noise gets wilder. Pendleton fixes LeClerk and Hawkins with a murderous look.

EDWIN LECLERK (CONT’D) I mean, abstention. Abstention.

Disgust briefly flashing across his face, McPherson crosses out and changes LeClerk’s vote to an abstention. The cheering and booing degenerates to intense argument about what this means for the vote count.

In the balcony, Bilbo looks at Hawkins, well-pleased.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. Alexander Coffroth.

Coffroth looks towards Stevens, who doesn’t look at him.

ALEXANDER COFFROTH (proud of himself and

happy about the reward

he’ll get:) I. Vote. Yes.

Applause. Stevens still doesn’t look at Coffroth, but, tickled, he grins and nods.

INT. GRANT’S TELEGRAPH ROOM AT CITY POINT - AFTERNOON Grant stands with Robert at the balcony rail, waiting.

SERGEANT James Brooks...nay.

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On a nearby board, a large map has been tacked backwards; on its reverse side, the count is being scrawled by an officer, who marks off the votes in quintiles in columns marked YEA and NAY.

SERGEANT AT ARMS Josiah Grinnell...yea. Meyer

Straus...

INT. THE HOUSE CHAMBER AND BALCONY - AFTERNOON STRAUS rises.

MEYER STRAUS

Nay.

Mr. Chilton A. Elliot?

Nay.
Mr. Joseph Marstern?

No!

CHILTON A. ELLIOT

THE CLERK OF THE Mr. Daniel G. Stuart?

DANIEL G. STUART I vote yes.

Then, in a sequence of rapid cuts:

THE CLERK OF THE Mr. Howard Guilefoyle.

HOUSE

Yea.
John F. McKenzie.

HOUSE

Yea.

Andrew E. Fink.

Nay.

ANDREW E. FINK

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE JOSEPH MARSTERN
THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE

HOUSE HOWARD GUILEFOYLE

THE CLERK OF THE JOHN F. MCKENZIE THE CLERK OF THE

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THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Mr. John A. Kassim.

JOHN A. KASSIM

Yea.
Mr. Hanready.

Yea.

RUFUS WARREN

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE AVON HANREADY
THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE

Nay.
And Mr. Rufus Warren?

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, THE WHITE HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Tad is on Lincoln’s lap. They’re examining a book, the pages of which feature illustrations comparing the varieties of species of insects, zebras, finches.

INT. THE HOUSE CHAMBER AND BALCONY - AFTERNOON The room is quiet and tense.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE The roll call concludes, voting is

completed, now -

SCHUYLER COLFAX
Mr. Clerk, please call my name, I

want to cast a vote.

GEORGE PENDLETON
I object! The Speaker doesn’t vote!

SCHUYLER COLFAX The Speaker may vote if he so

chooses.

GEORGE PENDLETON It is highly unusual, sir -

SCHUYLER COLFAX
This isn’t usual, Mr. Pendleton,

this is history.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE How does Mr. Schuyler Colfax vote?

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SCHUYLER COLFAX (a look of surprise that this needs to be asked,

then, stating the

obvious:) Aye, of course.

Laughter in the chamber. The Clerk tallies the vote, then passes the recorded vote to the Speaker. There’s absolute silence.

In the balcony, Mary checks her own tally, not quite believing it.

SCHUYLER COLFAX (CONT’D) The final vote: eight absent or not

voting, fifty six votes against, one hundred nineteen votes for. With a margin of two votes -

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE, THE WHITE HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Lincoln stands, waiting. The only sound is the ticking of the clock. And then the ticking is slowly drowned out as bells begin to peal throughout the city. Lincoln raises the window as Tad rushes to him. The bells are joined by a cannonade. The sound of jubilation fills his office.

Lincoln turns from the window to Tad, who stares out eagerly, seeking out the source of the noise. Lincoln puts his hand on Tad’s head. He looks down at his son, silent.

INT. THE HOUSE CHAMBER, THE CAPITOL - LATE AFTERNOON

Representatives throw papers in the air, embrace, weep, shout, dance, climb on desks. In the balcony, Mary stands slowly, beyond tears or joy; Mrs. Keckley stands with her, smiling, crying. Preston Blair applauds vigorously. The black visitors join the general exultation, overwhelmed, some praying, others embracing and weeping.

Latham’s, Schell’s and Bilbo’s seats are empty; they’ve gone.

Ashley, grinning from ear to ear, tears streaming down his face, is hoisted up on shoulders and marched around the room, as on the floor and in the balcony, people start singing “The Battle Cry of Freedom.”

Pendleton, with the face of someone who’s seen his world collapse into ruin, walks straight at Yeaman, who’s listening to the singing, deeply moved, his face full of wonder. Pendleton turns, without a word, and leaves the House.

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Yeaman laughs, and loudly joins in singing.

Stevens clumps over to the Clerk of the House, who is placing his tallies and the official copy of the amendment bill in a folio. He looks up.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE Congratulations, Mr. Chairman.

THADDEUS STEVENS
The bill, Mr. McPherson, may I...?

The Clerk hands the bill to Stevens, who folds it and pockets it.

THE CLERK OF THE HOUSE That’s...That’s the official bill.

THADDEUS STEVENS I’ll return it in the morning.

Creased, but unharmed.

EXT. A STREET, WASHINGTON - DUSK

Celebrating crowds move towards the Mall, singing, carrying placards proclaiming the passage of the amendment.

Thaddeus Stevens is hobbling in the opposite direction, making difficult headway against the crowd, pushed and shoved, unrecognized; he shoves back, his ferocious scowl utterly at odds with the prevailing festive mood.

He reaches a modest house, unlocks the door and steps inside.

INT. THADDEUS STEVENS’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Stevens is met at the door by LYDIA SMITH, a black woman in her fifties. As she helps him off with his coat, he takes a piece of paper from his pocket.

THADDEUS STEVENS A gift for you.

She takes it.

THADDEUS STEVENS (CONT’D) The greatest measure of the

Nineteenth Century. Passed by corruption, aided and abetted by the purest man in America.

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INT. THE BEDROOM IN THADDEUS STEVENS’S HOUSE - NIGHT Stevens, in his nightgown, takes off his wig. He’s bald.

He lies down in bed. Mrs. Smith is in bed already beside him. She’s holding the paper he gave her.

THADDEUS STEVENS I wish you’d been present.

LYDIA SMITH I wish I’d been.

THADDEUS STEVENS It was a spectacle.

LYDIA SMITH
You can’t bring your housekeeper to

the House. I won’t give them gossip.

(the paper)
This is enough. This is... It’s more than enough for now.

They kiss. He lies back. He grabs her hand.

THADDEUS STEVENS Read it to me again, my love.

LYDIA SMITH “Proposed -”

THADDEUS STEVENS And adopted.

LYDIA SMITH Adopted. “An Amendment to the

Constitution of the United States. Section One: Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.”

THADDEUS STEVENS Section Two:

LYDIA SMITH “Congress shall have power to

enforce this amendment by appropriate legislation.”

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116. Thaddeus Stevens grins, nods, thinking, eyes sparkling.

INT./EXT. THE DOCK AT FORTRESS MONROE, HAMPTON ROADS, VIRGINIA - LATE AFTERNOON

Sailors cheer Lincoln’s arrival. Lincoln walks across the gangway. Seward greets him amidst the cheers.

INT. THE SALOON ON BOARD THE RIVER QUEEN, HAMPTON ROADS, VIRGINIA - DAY

Lincoln, Seward and the commissioners are seated. Seward looks concerned at Lincoln’s fatigue.

Silence.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS
Let me be blunt. Will the southern

states resume their former position in the Union speedily enough to enable us to block ratification of the Thirteenth Amendment?

LINCOLN
I’d like peace immediately.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS Yes, and...?

LINCOLN
I’d like your states restored to

their practical relations to the Union immediately.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS If this could be given me in

writing, as Vice President of the Confederacy, I’d bring that document with celerity to Jefferson Davis.

SEWARD
Surrender and we can discuss

reconstruction.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS Surrender won’t be thought of

unless you’ve assured us, in writing, that we’ll be readmitted in time to block this amendment.

R.M.T. HUNTER
This is the arrogant demand of a

conqueror for a humiliating, abject -

SEWARD
You’ll not be conquered people, Mr.

Hunter. You will be citizens, returned to the laws and the guarantees of rights of the Constitution.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS
Which now extinguishes slavery. And

with it our economy. All our laws will be determined by a Congress of vengeful Yankees, all our rights’ll be subject to a Supreme Court benched by Black Republican radicals. All our traditions will be obliterated. We won’t know ourselves anymore.

LINCOLN (a nod, then:)

We ain’t here to discuss reconstruction, we have no legal basis for that discussion. But I don’t want to deal falsely. The Northern states’ll ratify, most of ‘em. As I figure, it remains for two of the Southern states to do the same, even after all are readmitted. And I been working on that.

ALEXANDER STEPHENS Tennessee and Louisiana.

LINCOLN
Arkansas too, most likely. It’ll be

ratified. Slavery, sir, it’s done. Hunter storms out of the cabin.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
If we submit ourselves to law,

Alex, even submit to losing freedoms - the freedom to oppress, for instance - we may discover other freedoms previously unknown to us. Had you kept faith with democratic process, as frustrating as that can be -

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JOHN A. CAMPBELL
Come sir, spare us at least these

pieties. Did you defeat us with ballots?

ALEXANDER STEPHENS How’ve you held your Union

together? Through democracy? How many hundreds of thousands have died during your administration? Your Union, sir, is bonded in cannonfire and death.

LINCOLN
It may be you’re right. But say all

we done is show the world that democracy isn’t chaos, that there is a great invisible strength in a people’s union? Say we’ve shown that a people can endure awful sacrifice and yet cohere? Mightn’t that save at least the idea of democracy, to aspire to? Eventually, to become worthy of? At all rates, whatever may be proven by blood and sacrifice must’ve been proved by now. Shall we stop this bleeding?

EXT. A CITY ON A SOUTHERN RIVER - NIGHT

Like a vision of apocalypse, a city on the banks of a broad river is being consumed in a hellish fire, as artillery shells rend the dark sky asunder, raining down destruction.

EXT. SIEGE LINES BEFORE PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA - MORNING

The morning is grey, and a dense fog covers a vast field. Lincoln, his stovepipe hat atop his head, is mounted on a horse on a rise at one end of the field. Behind him, several UNION OFFICERS are also mounted. It’s chilly; the breath of the men and the horses is visible.

TITLE: OUTSIDE PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA APRIL 3

Lincoln flicks the reins of his horse, which starts down the slope. The officers follow behind him. No one speaks.

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Lincoln rides slowly, his focus on the ground before him. Debris is scattered all around him, along with the bodies of fallen soldiers.

He looks up and across the battlefield; a terrible battle has concluded a couple of hours ago.

Looking down, as he rides, he sees soldiers killed by artillery fire, whose bodies lie twisted, burned, headless, limbless, torn in two, blown out of their clothing or charred too badly to tell. He sees soldiers killed by rifle and bayonet, whose corpses are intact.

At the beginning of his ride, all the dead and wounded are in Union blue, the casualties of Confederate cannon fire, felled as the Union army, about six hours earlier, began its final, successful drive to break through Confederate lines.

As Lincoln and his escorts move across the battlefield, grey and blue uniformed corpses and badly wounded men intermingle.

He reaches the other side of the field, passing a Confederate flag to enter the now-ruined town of Petersburg.

EXT. THE THOMAS WALLACE HOUSE, GRANT’S TEMPORARY HEADQUARTERS, ON MARKET STREET, PETERSBURG - MORNING

Grant, smoking his cigar, his uniform dusty and rumpled, is sitting on the small porch. He stares piercingly at Lincoln, in a rocker next to him, watching his troops pass by as they move in to secure the conquered town. Lincoln closes his eyes.

He has grown older, the skin around his eyes is cobwebbed with fine creases, and his hair’s thinner, softer, suffused with grey. His brow has grown smoother.

LINCOLN
Once he surrenders, send his boys

back to their homes, their farms, their shops.

GRANT
Yes sir, as we discussed.

LINCOLN Liberality all around. No

punishment. I don’t want that. And the leaders - Jeff and the rest of ‘em - if they escape, leave the country while my back’s turned, that wouldn’t upset me none.

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When peace comes it mustn’t just be hangings.

GRANT
By outward appearance, you’re ten

years older than you were a year ago.

LINCOLN
Some weariness has bit at my bones.

(beat)
I never seen the like of it before. What I seen today. Never seen the like of it before.

GRANT
You always knew that, what this was

going to be. Intimate, and ugly. You must’ve needed to see it close when you decided to come down here.

LINCOLN
We’ve made it possible for one

another to do terrible things.

GRANT
And we’ve won the war. Now you have

to lead us out of it.

EXT. THE MCLEAN HOUSE, APPOMATTOX COURT HOUSE, VIRGINIA - AFTERNOON

OFFICERS OF THE CONFEDERATE AND UNION ARMY stand around in the afternoon sun. Everyone’s solemn, even stunned by what’s just happened. No one is speaking.

TITLE: APPOMATTOX COURTHOUSE, VIRGINIA APRIL 9, 1865

ROBERT E. LEE comes down the steps of the McLean house, as a CONFEDERATE OFFICER brings his horse to him. His face is blank. Lee mounts his waiting horse.

Lee should leave, having just surrendered to Grant inside; but he’s immobile. Some of the officers of both sides look at Lee, some can’t bear it. Lee tries out various expressions: pride, defiance, blankness.

Grant stomps onto the porch of the house, followed by his staff. Among them is Robert Lincoln.

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Grant, lost in thought, stops, taken aback, realizing that Lee’s still there, astride his horse. Everyone looks at the two men who look awkwardly at one another.

Then Grant removes his famous slouch hat. Everyone freezes for a moment, and then one by one, the officers of the Union Army remove their hats.

Lee is visibly moved by this gesture of respect. He raises his hat, briefly, only an inch from his head. Then, pulling slightly on his horse’s reins, he rides away.

EXT. A BUGGY RIDE THROUGH WASHINGTON - AFTERNOON

A beautiful spring afternoon. Lincoln and Mary are riding in the buggy, driven by the old soldier.

MARY
You’ve an itch to travel?

LINCOLN
I’d like that. To the West by rail.

MARY
(shaking her head no:)

Overseas.

LINCOLN The Holy Land.

MARY
(a laugh, then:)

Awfully pious for a man who takes his wife out buggy-riding on Good Friday.

LINCOLN
Jerusalem. Where David and Solomon

walked. I dream of walking in that ancient city.

She seems sadder. They ride in silence.

MARY
All anyone will remember of me is I

was crazy and I ruined your happiness.

LINCOLN
Anyone thinks that doesn’t

understand, Molly. She nods; then, tenderly:

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MARY
When they look at you, at what it

cost to live at the heart of this, they’ll wonder at it. They’ll wonder at you. They should. But they should also look at the wretched woman by your side, if they want to understand what this was truly like. For an ordinary person. For anyone other than you.

Lincoln laughs, takes her hand. She leans against him.

LINCOLN
We must try to be happier. We

must. Both of us. We’ve been so miserable for so long.

INT. LINCOLN’S OFFICE - EVENING

Lincoln’s in the shirtsleeves and vest of his formal evening wear, his hair brushed down and plastered in place. William Slade is working the tie and gloves. James Ashley and Schuyler Colfax stand with him, holding glasses of scotch whiskey. Slade waits with Lincoln’s coat, clothes brush, the stovepipe hat and gloves on the table.

John Hay tears down several of the military maps, heavily marked, from the bookcases where they’re tacked. He drops these on the floor. As they watch Hay:

LINCOLN
I did say some colored men, the

intelligent, the educated, and veterans, I qualified it.

JAMES ASHLEY
Mr. Stevens is furious, he wants to

know why you qualified it -

SCHUYLER COLFAX
No one heard the intelligent or the

educated part. All they heard was the first time any president has ever made mention of Negro voting.

LINCOLN
Still, I wish I’d mentioned it in a

better speech.

JAMES ASHLEY
Mr. Stevens also wants to know why

you didn’t make a better speech.

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They laugh. There’s a knock on the door; Nicolay enters.

JOHN NICOLAY (to Lincoln:)

Mrs. Lincoln’s waiting in the carriage. She wants me to remind you of the hour, and that you’ll have to pick up Miss Harris and Major Rathbone.

Lincoln nods. Slade enters with Lincoln’s hat, coat, and gloves. Lincoln begins to dress hurriedly.

LINCOLN Am I in trouble?

No, sir.

WILLIAM SLADE

LINCOLN Thank you, Mr. Slade.

Slade hands Lincoln his gloves as Colfax and Ashley drain their drinks and rise.

LINCOLN (CONT’D)
I suppose it’s time to go, though I

would rather stay. He leaves the room.

INT. AN EMPTY CORRIDOR, SECOND FLOOR OF THE WHITE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

On the way out, Lincoln tosses the gloves on a side table. Slade grabs them, considers chasing after Lincoln, then thinks better of it. He walks back towards the office. Then some strange feeling stops him, and he turns around again. Lincoln is walking away, past the petitioners’ chairs, down the empty hallway.

Slade watches till Lincoln turns the corner, and he’s gone.

INT. A THEATER - NIGHT
The theater is adorned with patriotic bunting.

Onstage, a Caliph’s palace. A YOUNG MAN duels with scimitars against a huge, hideous AFRIT. A YOUNG WOMAN in chains cowers in distress. The young man gymnastically avoids being killed, then plunges his scimitar into the afrit’s heart. The demon screams and topples to the ground. The audience gasps as a

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flame-colored, bejewelled bird rises up from the dead afrit’s heart.

The audience applauds. In the center box, Tad Lincoln is joining in, as is his companion for the evening, Tom Pendel.

Onstage, the bird flies off, the young man is freeing the young woman, when the scene is halted by the red curtain lowering, surprising actors and audience. The music dies, the gas lights in the house are being raised as the owner of the theater, LEONARD GROVER, steps out before the curtain and walks to the center of the stage, pale and badly shaken.

In the box, Tom Pendel glances quickly at Tad, who’s fixed on the stage, eyes open, alarmed.

The audience knows something’s wrong. Their rising murmur of concern dies immediately when Grover raises his hands.

LEONARD GROVER (voice shaking:)

The President has been shot.

There are screams of horror from the audience; people leap from their seats.

LEONARD GROVER (CONT’D) The President has been shot at

Ford’s Theater!

The theater is a scene of complete pandemonium. People cry, jam the aisles, call to each other across rows of seats, shout questions at Grover, who’s calling for calm, inaudible in the uproar.

Tom Pendel is frozen in shock, then turns to draw Tad close to him. Tad pulls away and begins shrieking, clinging to the railing so tightly that Pendel can’t pry him loose. Tad can’t stop screaming, his eyes wide open, seeing nothing.

INT. THE BEDROOM IN PETERSON’S BOARDING HOUSE - MORNING

Mary is gently escorted into a tiny room. A small, hissing gas jet in the wall bathes the scene with green light.

Stanton, Speed, GENERAL HENRY HALLECK and a MINISTER, are standing. Welles sits by the head of the bed. DR. CHARLES LEALE, a young army surgeon, and DR. ROBERT STONE, the Lincoln family’s doctor, stand uselessly by the foot of the bed, while DR. JOSEPH BARNES, the Surgeon General, listens to Lincoln’s faint breathing.

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Robert, in uniform, red-eyed, pale as a ghost, sits at the bedside and stares at his father, barely breathing.

Lincoln lies in a crooked diagonal, his knees bent, on a bed he’s too tall to fit properly, clad only in a nightshirt.

Barnes moves his head closer, then closer. The room is utterly still. Barnes takes out his watch, looks at the time, softly clears his throat.

DR. BARNES
It’s 7:22 in the morning, Saturday

the 15th of April. It’s all over. The President is no more.

No one talks, or moves.
Stanton looks at Lincoln’s body.

STANTON
Now he belongs to the ages.

Robert begins to weep.

LINCOLN (V.O.)
Fondly do we hope, fervently do we

pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away.

EXT. THE EAST PORTICO OF THE CAPITOL - NOON

Lincoln, wearing spectacles, stands at a podium before the Capitol Dome, still under scaffolding, under cloudy skies. He reads from the two pages.

LINCOLN
Yet, if God wills that it continue

until all the wealth piled by the bondman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said "the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.”

He glances at his audience: 40,000 people from all over the country, wounded soldiers, civilians in black. And for the first time, in the crowd, not at its edges, hundreds of African Americans, civilians and soldiers.

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THE END

LINCOLN (CONT’D) With malice toward none, with

charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and a lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.

FADE TO BLACK.