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: 122.

           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.