Andrew Johnson:
Now don't you want to hear what they had to say about your husband's speech?
Eliza McCardle Johnson:
No Andrew, please.
Andrew Johnson:
[reading the newspaper article]
'After being sworn in, the new Vice President indulged in an incoherent harangue concerning which the less said the better. In view of the obvious condition of the man between whom and the presidency stands only one human life.'
Eliza McCardle Johnson:
Stop Andrew, you were ill.
Andrew Johnson:
[depressed and sullen, in reference to his public drunkenness]
I disgraced my president. I disgraced my country and our cause.
[doorbell rings and the bellboy brings in flowers and a card from the White House]
Andrew Johnson:
Oh, I'm afraid to open this.
Eliza McCardle Johnson:
Oh, you needn't be. Mr. Lincoln sees deep into all hearts; he knows yours - all wool and a yard wide.
Andrew Johnson:
[reading Lincoln's letter]
'You ornery old galoot, if only you took a drink now and then you'd know enough about liquor not to fire yourself up with brandy on an empty stomach when you're sick. I know you only went through the ceremony for me because I asked you to. Don't worry at what they say; in hitting at you they're hitting at me, and I don't mind. We've got Lee all but whipped. You were a good tailor Andy, and you're going to help me now - you poor loyal cuss - to patch up the torn garment of our union. / Gratefully yours, / Abe Lincoln'
Eliza McCardle Johnson:
[They endearing hug]
Didn't I tell you?
[the scene fades out]
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