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.

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.