as god gives us to see the right, let us strive to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation s wounds, to care for him. john wilkes booth saw the war ending, and southern honor was dying with the end of the war. he was going to kidnap president abraham lincoln and ransom him for the freedom of confederate soldiers, and that was his way of making sure that the war really wasn t going to end. booth taps into the underground network of confederate sympathizers in washington and maryland to assemble a team. why are you looking at that table? that s general grant s wife. the one in the white dress?
booth flees the capital with david herold, the only one of his team to make the planned rendezvous. they head to mary surratt s tavern in maryland to pick up supplies. i do believe i broke my ankle when i leapt from the box. can you make it till we get to dr. mudd s? i ll tell you some news, lloyd. i m pretty certain we ve assassinated the president and secretary seward. damn you both. booth is counting on a network of confederate sympathizers to aid his escape. but what he doesn t count on is that people who were on board with kidnapping the president don t want to be associated with an assassin, which means his escape is going to be much more difficult than he anticipated. when the sun rises over washington, lincoln is barely clinging to life. [ crying ] lincoln was laid on this incredibly small bed
.secretary of state william seward, and vice president andrew johnson. it s a coordinated decapitation strike masterminded by john wilkes booth to resurrect the confederacy. i suppose you mean a bath. in 1865, presidential security is almost nonexistent, regardless of political dissension, and even though the threat of assassination is still hanging over his head, lincoln is not intimidated, especially at home in washington. well, man, i calculate i ain t going to expose myself to the shakes in this cruel, cold climate of yours. [ laughter ] right or wrong, god judge me, not man. for four years, i have waited, hoped, and prayed for the dark clouds to break. to wait longer would be a crime. all hope for peace is dead. god s will be done.
boston corbett decides he s going to take a shot at booth. and he wants to shoot him in the head, just like booth shot lincoln in the head. only, he misses and nails him in the throat, and that severs booth s spine. put him down over there. is he dead? the day is ours. the bloody dog is dead. let us strive to finish the work we are in. one way or another, the south will have its retribution. useless. useless. paralyzed and bleeding from the neck, booth dies the next morning. his corpse is unceremoniously shipped to washington for burial, as the body of abraham lincoln makes a final hero s journey. the nation mourned dramatically for several weeks.
with david herold, the only one of his team to make the planned rendezvous. they head to mary surratt s tavern in maryland to pick up supplies. i do believe i broke my ankle when i leapt from the box. can you make it till we get to dr. mudd s? i ll tell you some news, lloyd. i m pretty certain we ve assassinated the president and secretary seward. damn you both. booth is counting on a network of confederate sympathizers to aid his escape. but what he doesn t count on is that people who were on board with kidnapping the president don t want to be associated with an assassin, which means his escape is going to be much more difficult than he anticipated. when the sun rises over washington, lincoln is barely clinging to life. [ crying ] lincoln was laid on this incredibly small bed