Mercy Street

There's a Union officer lodging at your home.

- He has documents. - You took the oath?

- Why would you do it? - To get you out of jail.

The medical department will be sending my replacement.

You've had an effect on me.

The society dispatched me here to help acclimate

those making the transition to freedom.

Mary: There are desperately ill people out there.

You are angry about something.

I am angry about who you pretend to be.

Telegram came from Boston.

I bought this. Steamer leaves Tuesday.

That man there, he's looking for Aurelia Johnson.

I know you.

Find him!

Man: Song books here! Song books!

Here.

Half a bushel, miss.

Got none to sell.

Well, I see some 40 bushels.

But not provender for oath signers.

Pardon me? What did you say?

Come on, Miss Emma.

Man bring bushels to the hospital.

He'll have enough for us.

Reward!

Yes, sir. There you are.

Reward!

Man wanted for the attempted murder

of the US hospital steward.

There you are.

Still at large.

Lunch isn't until noon, boys. Keep working till then.

That thing work?

Doesn't need to.

For people who toiled in the fields

and only know sunup and sundown,

it'll serve to teach them how time works.

Take care of everything, don't you?

Somebody helped me learn how to be free once.

Now I aim to do the same for others.

When you headed north?

Tomorrow.

Curious why you'd want to leave now

with emancipation right around the corner.

Should think you'd want to be around to see that.

I have a girl in Massachusetts.

You fixin' to marry her?

Well, far be it from me

to keep people who love each other apart.

Caleb: Miss Charlotte.

I'm taking him to the administration office.

I heard they might have a record

of job placements for former slaves.

Never heard of records like that.

If she was working in Alexandria,

they might be able to tell us where.

There's just no way of knowing if his story is even true.

Why would he lie?

I got to get back in the tent.

Lunch isn't till noon, I hear.

I sent you the full accounts.

You had time to review them?

It appears that our business is no worse off

than when I was arrested.

What's more, there are new opportunities

beyond coffin making.

Is that so?

Army wagons roll through this town night and day,

constantly breaking cartwheels and spokes.

I'm meeting today with the Provost Marshal

to see what their needs may be.

Wagon supplies?

With his approval, we can reopen the warehouse.

You set this meeting without consulting me?

You were still in jail, Father.

Well, I'm out of jail now, so I'll see it myself.

Your presence would be problematic.

Problematic?

You're not allowed to run the business.

Why? Because you signed the oath?

And because you did not.

Your father owns the business, Jimmy.

Not you.

Yes. Of course.

Mm-hmm.

But under their law,

he can only function as a silent partner for now.

And I'm to be what, grateful?

To them? To you?

Federals are in retreat.

McClellan is an embarrassment.

This occupation will soon be over.

Stay away from him, Alice. He's a danger to us.

And what if he's caught?

He'll be hanged.

For what? Being a patriot?

For trying to kill a man.

Let Frank take care of himself.

Morning, ladies.

Pardon me. I...

Something the matter, Captain?

Well... yes.

You have been most gracious hosts,

but a small item's gone missing from my room.

- Missing? - Official paperwork.

Some technical notes of no value to anyone outside the military.

Oh. Well, the servants, on occasion,

in an effort to keep things tidy, mistakenly discard things.

They do?

When have they done that?

I will talk to them.

The papers were in a leather case.

Difficult to mistake for rubbish.

Perhaps they moved them somewhere.

Go, sister. I will attend to this.

I'll have the rubbish searched.

It sometimes sits around for days,

so I imagine we're not too late.

Very well, then.

Thank you.

I must be off to the stables now.

My horses have arrived from up north.

Oh, have they? How wonderful.

I do love to ride.

My father taught me when I was only little.

He used to take us...

James.

If we are not careful,

our girls will end up betrothed to these houseguests.

James.

I intend to write the Provost Marshal

on the unfairness of disenfranchising a man

from a business he built from nothing.

But passes on to his son.

Per force.

We are struggling in the aftermath

of a decision you made.

A noble decision,

but Jimmy is rising from that struggle to his manhood,

and I say thank goodness for it.

He is rising, and I am sinking.

Into what?

Obsolescence?

None of it is fair, my dear,

but it is not Jimmy's fault or Alice's or Emma's.

We must channel our frustrations against the external forces

that are opposing us, not within our home.

Not against each other.

A stallion? Is that right?

A majestic horse. You must come see him.

Yes, I think I must.

Ah.

Good morning.

I, uh... I feel our last conversation was unresolved.

Seemed quite resolved to me.

Are you unwell?

No.

Yes.

Only a cold.

Boy: Telegram, sir. Come from California.

Is it from your wife?

No.

It's from the lawyer.

The immense force of electromagnetic re invigoration.

I gived you a dime and I don't feel nothing.

A voltaic power binding the universe

now courses through your wounded appendage.

All it feels is kind of stiff.

It's a good sign when anything gets stiff.

Precisely.

The Exhilarator can even restore

flaccid fifth limbs to full rigidity.

Fire up them electrodes, doc.

My fifth limb's a-waitin'.

Firing them up now.

Ahh.

All in good time.

Conditions of great urgency await my treatment.

I'll return soon.

Woman: Hold still.

Sister Isabella.

Inform the nurses of a staff meeting this afternoon

- of some importance. - Yes, Miss Mary.

Miss Hastings, with our steward on the mend,

I'd like an hourly check on the status of meals.

There's been a new cook added

from the household of Miss Green.

Yes. My family's servant Belinda

will be working here on occasion.

Perhaps Miss Green is better suited

to task the kitchen staff.

Miss Green is still learning, whereas you, Miss Hastings,

by virtue of your innate sense of authority,

are well-suited to task those of any station.

And staff conferences with the new chief begin today.

We must be prepared to help steer the ship.

I'm trembling. I've always been so rock steady.

But this... this bastard, this swine!

Shh!