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Mrs Jefferson.

I'm Owen Lettinger
from the Pike County Republican.

Come in, sir.

Mrs Hemings.

I'll do some water for tea.

My wife, Mary Hemings,
former Mary McCoy.

We never took the name Jefferson, sir.
We's all Hemingses.

I trust you had no trouble
finding our place.

We are a bit out of the way.

Yes. Well, we journalists
will always find our destination

if there's a good story at the end of it.

Sit, please.

Well, thank you.

It's like this, sir.

When my father died,
he was what they calls bankrupt.

Your father being...

President Thomas Jefferson.

Yes, sir.
That is true and correct.

He was the third president
of the United States.

- You write mighty fast, sir.
- We call this shorthand.

See?

Mary don't read or write nothing.

I learned it my own self. Got the
white children to learn me, in secret.

Mr Lettinger,

has anybody ever told you
it was against the law

to learn a Negro how to read
and write during slavery?

They did tell about some owners.

They cut off a finger every time
they catch a slave trying to get learned.

They was afraid of the Negro reading
and getting to know too much,

getting ideas in his head.

Mary, take my key
and bring them things out.

There was four of us
living at Monticello.

The children of Thomas Jefferson
and Sally Hemings.

There were three of us boys:
Beverly, Eston and myself, Madison,

and one sister, Harriet.

Did Mr Jefferson have children with any
other slave woman besides your mother?

No. Only our mother.
We was the only ones.

Did Mr Jefferson ever
show you any partiality

or fatherly affection?

He didn't favour us like he did
his white children and grandchildren,

but we was well-treated.

We didn't have to do any
of the field work or hard labour.

My sister Harriet was put
to weaving and spinning and such

in the little factory
on the home plantation.

And I was put
to the carpenter trade.

My brother Eston and me
was more of the African blood.

But my brother Beverly,
you couldn't hardly tell him from white.

He so took after my father that
they tell a story of a French gentleman

dining with Mr Jefferson, and seeing
Beverly, he did give a mighty jump

to see the spitting image
of Thomas Jefferson serving his soup.

They were given
by my father to my mother.

And when she dies,
she give 'em to me.

So these are your sole and only...

- May I?
- Sure.

Sole and only legacy from...
Thomas Jefferson?

No, sir.

Our legacy was our freedom,
long before emancipation.

By the age of 21,
we could pick up and leave.

Wasn't slaves no more.

This was written
in the will of our father

in his solemn promise to our mother:
"All our children will be free.

"I will set them free."

And so it was done.

It was mighty sweet to be free, sir.
They used to sing a song.

Free at last
Free at last

Thank God Almighty
I's free at last

Once was a ruler
just like you

Thank God Almighty
I's free at last

Lord, Lord, Lord!
Them days was the days!

Thank God Almighty
I's free at last

Journey passed
And I get prayed

Thomas Jefferson.

Minister Plenipotentiary of America.

In the name of
the United States of America,

I have the great honour
of paying homage to Your Majesty...

as well as to all members
of the royal family.

It is in obedience to
the expressed commands

of the Congress
of the United States of America

that I have the honour
of assuring Your Majesty...

of their unanimous
disposition and desire

to cultivate the most friendly and liberal
intercourse between Your Majesty's...

subjects and their citizens.

Another great nation, sire,
is rising in America.

Have you found a good house?

I thank Your Majesty for your kind concern.

I have agreed to the H�tel de Langeac,
by the Grille de Chaillot.

It's very important to have
a decent house in Paris.

Look over these figures again.
We'll go over them in the car.

All right. All right.

I want a bull's-eye opening.

Better get used
to getting hit over the head.

Master can't live
but he's pulling something down,

building something up,
pulling that down again.

A step!

Come see!

A new girl.

She's odd-looking, but pretty.
She must come from abroad.

Good day, Mr Jefferson.
Mademoiselle...

Please follow me.
I'll take you to Mother Superior.

Your father will see you
before he leaves.

A fine tall girl.

She has inherited
your height, monsieur.

Yes, and that's no trifle
for a girl to inherit.

I'm relieved that your English is so greatly
superior to my French, Madame Abbesse,

because what I wish to say

is not altogether
easy to express in any language.

Perhaps I may even venture
to express it for you, monsieur.

We have 55 girls

studying in the convent.

Of these, 15 are not Catholic

but, like your daughter,
of various Protestant persuasions.

These girls are completely free
to pursue their own religious faith,

and no attempt is ever made
to convert them to ours.

I assure you.

They emerge quite as good Protestants
as when they entered.

You will forgive my perhaps
somewhat exaggerated anxiety.

For an American,

freedom of religious conscience
is one of our great principles.

I believe, monsieur,

you have to fulfil the part of both
father and mother to your daughter?

My wife died three years ago.

Well, Patsy,

this is not any kind of parting.

James will be coming to fetch you
home on Saturday afternoon...

and every Saturday after that.

If only Polly
and Lucy were with me.

One day soon, both your sisters
will join us here,

and our little family
will be reunited.

I promise you.

You know that I live
only for that day.

And I live only for Saturday.

There's something in my eye.

Just the right amount of nutmeg.
The sauce is well-seasoned.

It could be reduced more
for finicky palates...

Get the glasses!

This dish could be served at
the best French tables!

Come have a drink with us
at the tavern tonight.

People here get paid for working.

- Ask the Master for wages!
- You should be paid like us.

Put more wood on.

- Master?
- You see how this works, James?

As the wheel turns, the distance
is recorded on this metre.

- Master?
- What is it, James?

I was wanting to say...

This should be most helpful
in recording accurate boundaries,

within certain limits.

- I was wanting to say...
- Wanting to say what?

I like finished sentences.

Yes, Master, and what it is
I was wanting to finish is...

I wants to get paid.

Master, I wants money.

In our present circumstances,
your request is not unreasonable.

I shall tell Monsieur Petit
that on the first of each month,

you are to receive 24 francs
by the way of salary.

You realise that this arrangement
holds good only in Paris,

and in Monticello,
we shall revert to our own system.

Yes, Master.
Thank you.

- I sure enough realise 24 francs...
- Understand, James?

- Yes, sir.
- Very well.

You mock our poor Queen.

Indeed!

Out of misguided modesty, she avoids
drawn-out, scandalous affairs...

By saying "yes" at once!

What would you do if your husband were
sluggish and impotent to boot?

Leaving aside the tapir,
we still have among us the moose.

The moose.
The American moose.

Stands so tall that a reindeer
can walk with ease under its belly.

I'd like to see that!

And so you shall, Monsieur De Bouffant.

I have the pleasure
of introducing you to our moose.

Adrienne!

What an adventure! My dear, we're lucky
to be here. They lit an enormous bonfire

and they're throwing on everything
they can lay their hands on.

I was certain they were going to drag us
out of our coach and throw us on top, too.

I told them I was quite prepared
to sacrifice Maria, of course.

I said, "Take her. She's much
more inflammable than I am."

- Mr Cosway!
- You are. You know you are.

Let me introduce you to Mr Thomas
Jefferson and his daughter, Patsy.

Mrs and Mr Richard Cosway,
one of the greatest English painters.

What am I saying?
The greatest English painter.

Vous exag�rez, my dear Lafayette.

I said to the coachman,
"Who is this they're burning?"

"The biggest rascal on earth," he said.
"And burning's too good for him."

Allons. Is that his name?
Minister of Finance.

I should not like to fall
into the hands of your Paris mob.

People of Paris need only one little
spark and, boom, they explode.

The tables are laid and waiting.
Sit wherever you like.

We can't eat now!
We want to perform first.

- Come, friends!
- We've rehearsed for hours.

You'll be even more entertaining
after dinner.

Au revoir, my dear.

I will join you afterwards, my dear.

Mr Trumbull, Patsy.

Mr Jefferson.

Your secretary appears
to admire the duchess.

We should be happy for her.

She is married to her uncle,
who is 40 years older than she.

Is your daughter here to learn
French manners and morals?

Manners, to some extent,

but when it comes to morals,
we should keep to our own.

Why? Are yours better than ours?

They are better for us.

That is, for us Americans.

And are they difficult to learn?

Certainly not difficult to unlearn.

Tell me about America.

Madam, the subject is as large
as the land itself.

England is so small.
Even the sky is small.

In Italy it is a vast, cerulean blue.

It's not so much sky as... heaven.

You are Italian?

Mr Jefferson! Mr Jefferson.

Is it true what my young
friends are telling me?

That the revolt of our American colonies
was really against trade restrictions.

All you wanted, you Americans,
was the liberty to drink French wine!

Instead of English beer, one might say
that exchange alone was worth our trouble.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident:
That all men are created equal;

"that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain unalienable rights."

Are all men created equal,
Mr Jefferson?

Or should this read,
"All white men are created equal?"

We allowed for civil differences
that are not caused by the laws of man

but by those of nature.

And though the Negro
may or may not be inferior,

his status in no way alters
the wrongness of slavery.

It is evil.

Yet your first draft contained a clause
on the abolition of slavery.

I considered it essential,

but Congress struck it out of the final
Declaration as being too particular.

So the question remains open
with you and unsolved.

Your revolution, Mr Jefferson,
appears to be incomplete.

Why did you omit the notion of property
as one of those rights?

While I hold the right of the individual
to possess property as basic,

I consider it as
a means to human happiness

but not as an end in itself.

It is Madame Cosway.

It is only Monsieur D'Hancarville,
declaring that he loves me.

He thinks I don't take him seriously,
but how can I?

A man of society has to be in love,
preferably with a married woman.

And Monsieur D'Hancarville
has done me the honour of choosing me.

Do go, my dear,
and see if we are wanted.

Please. Do go.

Come on, everybody!
Time to play!

Are you always cruel
to those who love you?

It's just a game we both play.

That's how it is here.
People play at love. It's not serious.

It is different in Italy.
There, we kill for it.

Well! That was going too far.

Why? How far do you go in America?

In America.
In America, we stay at home

and are happy and contented
with the wives we have chosen.

If you can choose.

And are you happy and contented?

Forgive me.

I have been told that your wife died
in giving birth to your son.

My daughter, Lucy.

And the child?

The child survived.

- So you have two daughters.
- I have three daughters alive.

We lost our first child
when she was 18 months old.

- Do you have no son?
- He did not survive beyond 17 days.

The perfect place for it. Come on!

Quickly. Let's play this game.

"Heads and Hearts."

Now, let's divide up.

Hearts should be on this side.
That's right. So you stay there, Mr Short.

Heads on this side.

Monsieur D'Hancarville...

Mr Jefferson, I think you belong
over there with the heads.

And that's right, Maria.

Definitely with the hearts.

I know, to my cost,
that she has no heart.

And I, to mine, that she has no head.

You would know, too, if you had
to pay her bills, as I do.

So, I shall start.
For the head.

Friendship is but another word for
an alliance with the misfortunes of others.

Our own share of miseries is sufficient.
Why take on those of another?

When sorrow makes us weep, how sweet it
is to have a friend to wipe away our tears.

With such a comfort,
our very grief may turn to joy.

Come, come, Mr Short. Take a man's part
and speak up for the head.

Well, sir, when my heart speaks,
the rest of me must needs be silent!

What rubbish!

Nothing is in our power except
intellectual pleasure.

In contemplating truth and nature,
matter and emotion,

we ride, serene and sublime,
above the concerns of the mortal world.

Listen to me!
All the frigid speculations of the head

are not worth
one generous spasm of the heart.

The best way of being secure against pain
is to retire within ourselves

and to suffice for our own happiness.

Nobody cares for him
who cares for nobody.

A wise man will only depend on himself.

It's not your turn, madam,
nor is it your turn, sir.

I believe it's the heads' turn.

It's the heads' turn.

He's lost his head,
and she's lost her heart.

Yes, you, Mrs Cosway,
must speak only from your tender heart.

Now answer me.

Is it not in the company of a friend
that Nature wears her liveliest hue?

- Whence did she borrow it?
- From her charming companion.

Speak only from your head,
Mr Jefferson.

Our heart is pleased
because she is pleased.

No one is pleased at all.

You've ruined the game
and lost everything.

This place makes me shudder.

Ill-formed...

overloaded monstrosities.

When I was 17, I wanted
to take my vows, as a nun.

I see you are amused.

It is only because you are the opposite
of everything gloomy and ascetic.

To me you appear all clarity and light.

Of this world, not the next.

It's true. I was born in the sun
and I can't live without it.

But when my father died, we had
to leave Florence and go to London.

We were poor, but I had
a little talent for painting

and ambition to become an artist.

But, instead...

You were married.

Mr Cosway encourages me to paint,
but not to exhibit my work.

I tell you freely
about myself and my life,

but about yourself you keep
everything hidden and closed.

When my wife died,

I destroyed every letter
that had ever passed between us.

I wanted no one to find
the least trace of our happiness.

It was hers and mine.

And then, only mine...

to be shared with no one.

Mrs Jefferson, please sit still.

Enough now. It looks fine as it is.

I've been sitting here for hours.

This is unbearable!

I see Signor Leonardo's been with you.

Let me look.

I would be proud, Mr Jefferson,
to have such a pretty daughter.

Mrs Cosway plays well.

On Sunday last,
I went as a private citizen,

and accompanied by my daughter,
to the Palace of Versailles.

We joined the crowd admitted,
according to some ancient custom,

to view the king and queen
on their way to Mass.

I meant to impress upon my daughter
the vainglory of these spectacles.

May we Americans never emulate them

nor burden our taxpayers
with such useless splendours.

The royal procession showed
an unexpected informality

and animation of spirits.

It is said that this is due
to Marie Antoinette,

who tries to make such occasions
agreeable to her husband,

who is often awkward
and unsociable.

No other American ambassador gave us
the pleasure of meeting his family.

You should have come earlier.
What is your name?

Martha Jefferson.

Madam.

There is nothing to fear. She was only
asking your name, and quite charmingly.

Daily life at court is still ruled
by an etiquette so rigid

that the most private pursuits
of the king and queen

are converted into public ceremony.

It is like watching actors, fantastically
painted, bewigged and bejewelled,

disporting themselves on a stage.

The leading actress, though never
a popular one, is the queen,

whose extravagance is blamed for the
desperate financial situation of France.

But the king loves her very much,
and she rules him completely.

As a foreigner, an Austrian, she feels
lonely and isolated at the French court

and has surrounded herself
with her own little band of friends.

They love to play at being
simple shepherdesses,

a game that is said to cost the
exchequer one million livre a year.

But the friendship of the shepherdesses
is based on their ferocious greed.

The queen's favourites take advantage
of her lonely craving for affection,

threatening to leave her
whenever she fails

to accede
to their insatiable demands.

The French royal family
are the butt of salacious skits

and slanders unimaginable
in any other Christian kingdom.

The queen is depicted with the appetites
of a Messalina or a Sappho

or engaged in incestuous monstrosities

with Count d'Artois,
the king's debauched brother.

"The Surrender at Yorktown."

Well done, Trumbull.
It's very life-like.

And that is you, sir, here, on the left
of my little sketch, and hard to see.

I assure you, in the finished painting,
no one will ask,

"Where is General Lafayette?"

And here is Lord Cornwallis, surrendering.

No, a mistake, sir.
It was not Cornwallis.

My lord feigned sickness to escape
sharing his men's humiliation.

Then I'm very sorry.

Must've been misinformed in London,
probably on purpose.

You really rubbed their noses in it,
playing Yankee Doodle!

Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony

I was shaking like a leaf with the malaria
I caught in your confounded swamps.

And this is Monsieur...

Is that you, Viomesnil?
I didn't recognise you with two legs on!

Inform Mr. Jefferson.

We're asking no more than our due.

The eye I've given them
deserves a pension.

My dear friend...
My dearest friend and comrade,

we are all here comrades,

and so perhaps it is not
too greatly indelicate to mention

what weighs on these gentlemen.

Although a considerable amount is due

for their services
rendered in the American war,

the States have not yet paid
their debts to them.

Promises must be kept.

I'd never have thought
we'd have to beg.

Not even the interest.

Sir, we put our lives in danger.

We sacrificed arms and legs...

We offered them willingly
for your cause.

Many of these gallant officers
have lost limbs...

or have been disabled
in other ways...

fighting for our cause.

Yet all requests for monies
justly due to them

have been ignored.

The fact is, Mr Short, there is no money.
Our congress is insolvent.

I know your own salary
hasn't been paid yet.

I haven't been reimbursed for the outlay
I've made on my domestic establishment.

That is a personal matter.

But all this financial business
presses on my mind like a mountain.

This is to inform the Congress

that our crushing debts compel me
forthwith to journey to The Hague.

I intend to appeal to some
private Dutch bankers

who are justly famous
for their financial wizardry.

These shrewd money men
have devised a loan

to cover our interest
on another loan;

a bit ofjuggling to restore our credit

and honour our debt
to those gallant French officers.

- Mr Short.
- Mrs Cosway.

- It was unexpected and most urgent.
- Evidently.

He was promised for the f�te on Friday.

I trust we will have the honour
of your presence, Mr Short.

You keep faith with your friends, I hope.

Alas, madam, I leave for Rome tomorrow,
also on urgent business.

I've heard that you Americans
are always on urgent business.

Your friends miss you,
and none more than myself,

and Mr Cosway, who, however, has much
to fill his time with in this place.

I pass my more solitary hours

in great hopes of a continuance
of our happy days together.

I imagine I see you,
smiling down at me once more.

Absence from a friend grown dear...

is harder than I have imagined.

My dear Mrs Cosway.

Nor had I imagined how dear this friend...

My dear Miss...
My very dear missed friend...

My dear friend...
How close you are...

My dear, dear friend...

Absence from a friend grown dear
is harder than I imagined.

I observe the hog of this land,
of which the celebrated ham is made,

is tall, gaunt
and with heavy-lopped ears.

People here pride themselves
on their unique smokehouses

that have no chimney,

but I had the pleasure of
informing them that in Virginia,

we use the same method
of smoking our bacon.

When they rise,
it's called The Resurrection,

after having been dead to the world.

- But why are you crying?
- It's with joy.

Patsy.

Wait, dear.

I wanted to see you.

And I hoped you
might want to see me.

You must miss your father
so very much in his absence.

- He'll be back soon.
- When? Have you had word?

I had hoped to know you better and even,
if you will let me, to be your friend.

Thank you, madam.

See, I know how it is to be
a foreigner in a foreign country.

I was born in that condition,
for in Italy, I'm English,

and in England, I'm Italian.

But I'm American everywhere.

Yes. There you are like your father.

Wherever he is, he is what he is.

There is another reason why I feel
such a sympathy for you and your family.

Because you have suffered tragedy
in the loss of your mother

and so many little brothers and sisters.

My childhood was also made tragic
for my poor parents

and in the most horrible
and unnatural way.

May I tell you?
May I tell you my story?

I had three little sisters
and a brother,

all of whom died very suddenly.

And only I and one little brother were left.

One day, someone overheard
my Italian nurse singing to me,

"I have sent four to heaven before you,

"and now I will send you, too,
and save your eternal soul."

It was she who had poisoned
the little babies

for what, in her madness,
she thought was their salvation.

Imagine the state of mind
and heart of my poor parents.

You will understand better than anyone

that I have to stay with Papa always.

That he needs me.

He will never marry again. That is what
he vowed to my mama on her deathbed.

Look. Look who it is.

We are so glad
to see you, Mr Jefferson.

We're enchanted to see you.
We thought you'd completely forgotten us.

I arrived from my travels
only one hour ago.

Come up. Come on.

- What a dwarf!
- Is it draughty up there?

You're so attached to the opera that you
would not waste a moment to come here.

Rather, so attached to my friends
whom I hoped to find here.

You have found us.

It is by no means certain that my wife
is any longer your friend.

See how angry your neglect
has made her.

Why would I be angry?

Alas, my duties were official,
or I would've returned weeks ago.

Women will never believe any business

could take precedence
over our business with them.

Mr Jefferson, take your bow.

Mademoiselle Contat.

Such large hats are forbidden
in the theatre now.

Throw me in the Bastille then,
with the thieves,

the forgers, and the child molesters.

Meanwhile, come join us
as we yawn through the ballets.

Well, Mr Jefferson,

I shall leave you to make
your peace as best you can.

Come, Monsieur D'Hancarville.
Be at least as tactful as her husband.

I came back as soon as I could.
I was restless for Paris.

I can't imagine you restless

or even thinking of anyone or anything
except... what do you call it?

"The business at hand."

I thought of you constantly.
I wrote you constantly.

Yes, about smoked bacon and hogs.

What an extraordinary person you are.

I hoped to interest you
in what interested me.

I missed you.
I missed you immensely.

I kept having a debate
between my head and my heart.

Which, in your case,
the head always wins.

Not this time.

My poor head was simply whirled
around by my unruly heart.

Oh, dear God.

It kept telling me, "I love the lady,

"and will continue to love her forever.

"If she were on one side of the globe
and I on the other,

"I would pierce through the whole mass
of the world to reach her."

Dardanus!

Dardanus! Bring Dardanus to me!

I want to kiss him!
I want to go up to Heaven with him!

- Get him a new wig!
- And new legs, too!

They seemed to have
survived the ordeal.

Don't you wish it were possible
to fly off to America?

Yes, if I could take you with me.
It is not impossible.

- We are not on the other side of the globe.
- What are you saying?

I'm saying come to America.

Come to Monticello.

And leave everything?

Leave everything here?
Leave my husband?

I've thought of it sometimes.

Mr Cosway and I have even spoken of it.

We are good friends,
although he does not...

He cannot love me the way
a man loves a woman.

You must've guessed that.

What I guessed, from the beginning,
was that you needed me,

as I need you.

Within a year or two, my government
will recall me from my assignment here,

and I shall go home for good.

Which is what you want
more than anything in the world.

I can't deny that all my wishes end

where I hope my days will end,
at Monticello.

But to leave you...

to leave you behind...

with all the ocean between us...

and no hope of ever seeing you again...

But even if I had no vows to break,

what about yours?

Your vow to your wife?

You and I are alive...

and the earth belongs to us,

to the living.

Would you dare?

Would you?

Yes. Yes.

For you.
For you, I would dare anything.

I would fly in the balloon.

No. It might carry you
too far away from me.

- Then I would ford a flood.
- No. That's too dangerous.

Then I would leap over these logs.

Thomas!

Mr Jefferson!

Mr Jefferson!

What have you done?

He's going the wrong way
for Mr Jefferson's house.

I told him to drive straight to the ball.

It is fashionable to be late to a certain
degree, but beyond that it's uncouth.

Not to visit a sick friend
for fear of being late for a ball.

Not a ball, madam.
It is the ball.

Everyone will be there.

Le tout Paris,
except, of course, Mr Jefferson.

Poor Mr Jefferson. We must send him
some calves' foot jelly

or whatever one sends to invalids
who have hurt their wrist.

Forgive me, madam.
I forgot to tell you.

I have secured passage
for the packet on Thursday.

I have, thank heaven,
finished recording...

the entire Orleans family for posterity.

We are now free to go home.

Dear, dull London.
I've grown weary of Paris, have not you?

There are many amusements, it's true,
but some of them are of the wrong kind.

I write with pain and must be short.

Failing a private messenger,
I'll send this letter whatever way I can.

I fear it may be opened at the post office,
and my words, meant only for you,

read by spies and strangers.

When you come next, I shall
never let you part from me again.

But are you coming to Paris?
I dread the answer may be no

and that all this time my fond heart
has been deceiving me.

Look into my eyes.

A power now pervades you.

My wand... and my fingertips...

will do the rest.

Nature touches upon the Divine.

The Divine flows...

I have made myself a medium
between this force and you. Receive...

Receive from my eyes...

this heavenly current
which lessens pain...

and assuages souls tormented
by every maladie.

I tingle all over.

I am reborn. My body is purified.

I'm overwhelmed.
My senses are abandoning me.

My body throbs.

Will you excuse me?

Calm down, dear friend.
You must give it a chance.

Sir, this is just trash and tricks
for the weak mind.

The method is completely scientific.

I have been cured of ailments
through animal magnetism.

The high price of bread in France
is an old grievance.

But now the many deprivations,
coming all together,

whether these be bread or fuel
and warm clothes for the dreadful winter,

are judged by the populace
to be insupportable.

Once the French people get started,
they then go to it with gloves on.

Their wrath has found an object
in the person of the queen,

who devotes herself to her amusements,

indulging in every current
fancy and delusion.

She welcomes fashionable charlatans,
like the dangerous Dr Mesmer,

and allows them intimacies, such as
freedom to touch the royal person,

that not so long ago would have
condemned them to the rack.

It's very amusing.

Please do sit down. You'll see.

While outside the people
starve and freeze to death,

the queen and her ladies
are cozy in warm chambers

scented by blooms
from the royal hothouse

and dressed as if it
were a different season

or as if they lived in a different climate
from the rest of France.

Is it any wonder that Marie Antoinette
is hated by the people?

What a perfect patient.

The doors to healing are now open.

Here you are, Monsieur.
Don't be shy. Come to Mother.

Go on, Dr Mesmer.

Watch this.
It's a fascinating scientific experiment.

Look at the Duchess.
Isn't she funny?

How was your trip?

Yet their sentiments have not changed
toward the little dauphin,

who is still loved,
as is the king himself,

despite the iniquities
he has come to represent.

The Marquis de Lafayette
and other liberal aristocrats

are eager to break down
the monstrous privilege

both of their own quarter and of the clergy.

They propose to revive a long dormant
assembly called the States General,

which has not convened since 1614.

In this, the common people
will have their own elected deputies

to be called the Third Estate.

But the king, who has the most to lose,

says, "What does it matter if I give up
some of my own authority?

"As long as my people are happy."

London is so melancholy.

There is something in this air
which always makes me sad.

How I long for blue skies
and for church bells

and for your presence.

What am I without seeing
or hearing from you?

Write to me. Write to me!

I live only in your letters

and in memories of ourjours heureux,
our happy days together.

It is impossible to paint
the anguish of my heart.

Confined a week to her bed
with the whooping cough,

your dear angel Lucy was thrown
into convulsions and then expired.

She retained her senses perfectly,
called me a few moments before she died

and asked distinctly for water.

You shall always, always,
above everyone, be first in my life.

I vow to you now as you vowed to Mama.

No one shall ever come between us.

I shall write to your Aunt Elizabeth
that Polly must come to France

on the next available ship
before winter sets in.

Her nurse may accompany her.

I will be her nurse
and her mother and her sister

and her everything
and your everything, dearest Papa.

Your poor wrist.

The surgeon has made
a bad thing of setting it.

I may have to carry it as a reminder
of foolishness the rest of my life.

Polly dearest!

You may imagine, my dear Mrs Epps,

how greatly we desire
to have Polly with us

and never to be parted from her again.

The voyage and the change of domicile
would be greatly eased for her

by the company of any one servant
to whom she is particularly attached.

I's goin' with ya'.

We two, we'll be laughing
and joking each other all the way.

We's gonna ride on a big old ship.

We'll be rockin' on the water.

Ain't that gay, Polly? Huh?

Ain't that gay?

My grandmother, Betty Hemings,

was the daughter of a full-blooded
African slave woman

and an English sea captain
named Hemings.

She was the property of Mr John Wayles.

Mr Jefferson, having married
Mr Wayles's daughter,

my grandmother and all of her kin
came to live at Monticello.

That is... Thomas Jefferson
inherited your family

from his wife's father, John Wayles.

Yes, sir.

Mr Wayles was the father
of Mrs Thomas Jefferson.

He was also the father of my mother,
Sally Hemings,

and her brother, James Hemings,

and four other offspring
that he had with my grandmother,

who he took as concubine.

So Mrs Thomas Jefferson...

and Sally Hemings...

were half-sisters.

Ain't no use in askin' who is sister with who
and who the father and who the brother.

They don't speak of it now
and they didn't speak of it then.

No matter whose blood flows in your veins,

you're either master or you're slave.

You're white or you're black
and no in between.

Here she is!

Polly!

Hello, Sally. What is it?

- Have you forgotten your own sister?
- Sally, Polly, we've missed you.

- You've let her be away from us too long.
- Help me up with her.

- Your wrist.
- It'll be all right. Yes!

We missed you.

Sally.

Welcome to France,
Mademoiselle Jefferson,

to the land of liberty and equality,
or soon it will be.

- Polly, come on inside. Come with Papa.
- It's all right.

Sally!

So Granny's gone?

She was sick a while.

You see her there layin' in bed.

And she couldn't take nothin' to eat.

Little Isaac, he tried givin' her
a piece of his crust.

But she said,

"Granny don't want bread no more."

They done buried her
over by Weaver's cottage.

Sit down, Mademoiselle.

He said sit.

This is my sister.

- Get to work!
- Let's celebrate Sally's arrival.

Welcome.
You have a beautiful sister.

It is still very swollen.

This will take longer to heal
than you thought.

You wants a poultice on that, Master,
with hot ashes and mustard.

My old nurse at Tucker Hall
had all kinds of roots and herbs

for the mumps and the whooping cough
and every sort of ache and pain.

And no medicine ever suited me
as well or tasted better.

I have some letters for you, sir.

Letters from a lady.

- And how is the lady?
- She sends her regards.

Thank you.

My French harpsichord is easier.

Did you receive my last two letters?
What does this silence mean?

Inconstant friend.

I live in misery waiting
for a letter from you.

Unable to bear this anxiety,

I have taken a passage for Calais
on Thursday next.

I am in a million fears about you.

I long to be with you.

- Polly. Polly.
- Lucy, Lucy.

What if little Lucy wasn't dead

but was sitting up in her coffin,
in the cold, wet ground?

- Patsy.
- Hush.

You hush.

Our little Lucy is an angel now
in heaven with Mama.

Where have you been?

This is for Master's poor hand.

When Miss Polly is home
from the convent,

you are to sleep with her, I told you.

Go on.

Papa.

Try some of this.
It might do you some good.

Did Sally make it?

Well, I'll try anything.

Walk like ladies

The cake's all done

You needn't mind the weather

If the wind don't blow

While it is true that under French law
slavery is considered illegal,

I don't think that American citizens
need to be too concerned.

My advice to you would be to keep
your boy here and say nothing about him.

- Where you from?
- Byrd's Nest, Gooseland County.

Mr James Byrd is my master.

Would you be knowin' Susie Melton
what was cook there one time?

- Married Israel Jefferson?
- She be my mother's own sister.

Lordy!

Ain't it a small world to turn around in?

What sort of place would that be,
Byrd's Nest?

We's getting on most fine.

Plenty to eat, new clothes
for the summer and winter.

Saturday night, Master don't care
how much we dance and carry on,

so long we don't do it on Sunday.

Some fares good.
Some fares common.

- He fare pretty good.
- Yes, sir.

Master so fond of me
I's like his own child almost.

Company comin'.

- What's your name?
- Horatius. Horatius Byrd.

My own master's name.

- Afternoon, Miss Cosway.
- James.

What a pretty girl that was.

That's Sally. She my baby sister.

James. She come to see old Master?

That Miss Cosway. She go away.

Now she back.

If slavery is illegal in France,
the boy could claim he was free

and refuse to go back home with us.

Master, Miss Cosway is waiting for you
in the music room.

Inform the lady I'll be with her presently.

Strictly speaking, the answer
to your question is yes.

But I don't think your boy would
know enough to claim that right.

Didn't you yourself, Mr Jefferson, bring
over two of your servants from Virginia?

A male and a female, I believe.

You see, I've come back.

Although with very little encouragement.
Why did you not write?

I had always to wait
for a suitable messenger.

How could I run the risk
of exposing my tender sentiments

- to officials of the post office?
- Excuses, vain excuses.

Mr Trumbull could have brought letters,
but you entrusted none even to him.

- Did you have nothing then to say to me?
- I had too much to say.

And have you come back only
to load me with reproaches?

- And how is your poor wrist?
- It is better.

No thanks to the French surgeons, but I've
been trying out some American witchcraft.

I hope it works so that soon you can
play your violin for me again.

Our beautiful duets, our happy day.
Ourjours heureux.

I'm alone here.

Mr Cosway's in London.

He wished me to...

to find my own way.

Did you lose it?

Yes.

From the moment I saw you,
I found it again.

Trust me. I know what girls like
better than you.

- But American girls?
- American girls?

How pray are your American girls
so different to the rest of the world?

Their expectations are different.

You mean they expect
to make corn puddings

and knit woollen stockings
for their lord and master?

I could think of worse occupations
for a woman.

What a tyrant you'd be.

- The turquoise.
- Farther down.

Are you sure?
I'm afraid it won't suit Patsy.

- It's not for Patsy.
- Polly would like it even less.

It's for a servant girl
who needs to be outfitted.

The little Negro nurse.
She's very pretty.

How old is she?

I'm not sure. I inherited her.

- You inherited her?
- Yes.

Yes. As a responsibility.

We are responsible for these people
as members of our most intimate family.

They're...

It's impossible to explain to a foreigner.

Even an American not born
in our southern states

is unable to understand the special
relationship we have with our Negroes.

Ten metres.

No, eight will be enough.
It's a simple dress.

It's only an effigy. They are burning
an effigy of Brienne, the Finance Minister.

The last time we were in Paris,
they were burning another one.

Monsieur de Calonne.
He is now an exile in England.

The people are making their voice heard.

There's nothing to fear
in the triumph of the people.

Not even you are safe any more.
Come away!

All they want is their liberty,
their right to freedom.

I've seen such horrible sights
in the streets.

It makes me fear that men are not good,
not kind by nature but cruel.

No. No.

They've been warped
by generations of tyranny,

but they are naturally good.

If I were not sure of that,

sure of the goodness
inherent in the natural man,

I would no longer want to be alive.

Loosen up here a bit.
You'll look more graceful.

Let me show you
what I've planned for the ribbons.

I told you I don't want any trimmings.

Sally!

Sally!

Have you gone deaf?

- Where did you get that?
- Master done give me the cloth to sew.

I been calling and calling you.
Come along.

He's gotta pay you for that.

You's out of your head, James.

Folks get wages for their work.
That's the law of this land.

But we's slaves.

You's a slave all right, right down
to the bottom of your soul.

I'd sooner be a slave
to ol' Master than that ol' liquor.

You mind yourself or you'll end up
just like Bob Tuffle.

Think on that and what happened to he
on account of the way he was drinking,

just like you is drinking.

"If that nigger don't walk the chalk,
y'all put him on the block and sell him!"

But ain't nobody gonna buy a drinkin'
nigger. He ain't no use for work.

What's I want with all that money?

I gets me my something to eat.
I gets me my new clothes.

You tell him.

You tell him, right this minute,
20 francs a month for your wages.

You is hurtin' my arm.

I'll hurt you if you
don't tell him right now.

I just talkin' to Sally, Master.

You are?
What are you talking about?

Just talkin', Master.

That's a mighty pretty dress, Sally.
Good night, James.

Come in, Sally.

You tell him? What you doin'?

You better get back in there
and tell him something.

What are you doing there, Sally?

What's the matter?

Master, I scared.

Of what?

- Ghosts.
- Ghosts?

Have you ever seen one?

Scare me so bad, my hair "ris" up

till I couldn't get my hat back on my head.

Well,

you won't see any here because
they're all left behind in Virginia.

- They come with us, Master.
- What, they sailed with you on the ship?

I thought ghosts couldn't cross water.

See, they don't need no ship, no water.
They just...

goes on through the air.

Same as smoke.

I done seen Molly.
She drowned herself in the mill pond.

She's here with us?

Doesn't that make you feel
nice and at home

to have Molly come all the way to Paris
from the bottom of our old mill pond?

You know, when they bring Molly up,

there wasn't nothing left to bury,
she was ate up so bad.

All her eyes was gone
and half her face.

Her legs and all.

And there wasn't a morsel of brain
left in her skull.

What was all swarming
with them water bugs.

Good night, Sally.

And thank you for giving me
a pleasant vision to lull me to sleep.

Good night.

Master?

There was this old fly
sittin' on your face.

- Where? I don't see it.
- It's troublin' you.

I just stays here
and fan him right off you.

I do beg your pardon, Mr Ambassador.

The King began dozing off five minutes
after the Assembly opened.

How could he have done otherwise?

The Finance Minister's speech
was a perfect sleeping potion!

And our poor Queen,
so sad and exasperated.

Your immediate task now is practical.

Your three separate orders
of nobles, clergy and commons

must be combined into one single vote.

But that is our resolve. We shall vote
not by rank, but with the commons.

Sir, I once knew a young man who,

having visited countries
where liberty and equality were the rule,

decided to import those commodities
into his own country.

Do you know what happened to him?

Well, sir, he was hanged.

Don't laugh.

My invention is the most humane
form of execution ever conceived.

Mr Guillotin, for whom
did you invent your charming machine?

Is it only for us?

Can commoners also take advantage of
so noble a form of execution?

Certainly!

No more wretches swaying from gallows
or pulled apart by horses.

No more rascally hangings, no more
low-life drawings and quarterings.

What a terrible shame.

Whatever these learned
French surgeons may say,

our old American remedies
are still the best.

Now, Sally, since the cure
was due to your ministrations,

it's only right that the results
should be to your benefit.

Yes, Master?

To Sally... Hemings.

Wages, 24 francs.

You shall receive
the same amount every month.

Of course it's yours
to do with as you please,

but I would advise you
not to give it to James,

or he will be spending it in ways
that won't do him any good.

He young and wild.

And you're so old and sage?

Would you want me to keep it for you?

Sally.

This is your money.
It'll be right here in the corner.

You'll be rich soon, and then what
will you do with all your wealth?

I takes it home to Virginia.

Don't you want to spend it
on pretty things here in Paris?

They has no pretty things
like we has in Virginia.

Well, what about this?

Yeah.

But I like the bright colours best.

Pink I likes, and yellow.

Now, I wonder...

what do you think of this?

Of course you may not care for it at all,

in which case, I might as well
give it away to some other girl.

What is it?

You show me. Show me what it is.

It's that one.

It's not that one.

It's this one.

Is that for me?

That's plum pretty.

Sally.

Haven't you finished with Patsy yet?
You're so slow, Sally.

What will I say to Soeur Theresa
if we're late again?

You tell her that you only got one girl.

And she's so unlucky to be born
with only two hands.

- You make me so cross.
- You make me so cross.

That's to teach you
respect for your mistress.

You go and lay out Polly's things.

"He spread her legs
as widely as possible,

and knelt down to enjoy her charms."

Is that how we excite men?

"Toinette abandoned herself
to her pleasure."

I do think in lovemaking
some perversity is no bad thing.

Listen: "As she undressed..."

Jeffy, are you asleep?

Mother Superior says
I can write to my parents.

- Yes, I may enter my novitiate.
- You can take your vows.

Jeffy.

Now I have only one wish left.

Jeffy, I pray for it.

For you.

That God will allow you
to join the true church.

The jealousies of rank have brought
the States General to an impasse.

The older nobles and the clergy
are determined to negate any measures

that would lose them
the least of their privileges.

And of course, as usual,
the queen is on their side.

Your credibility is at stake.

Your people respect you.
Their representatives will listen.

The members of the Third Estate
are waiting for your answer.

Tell them they're on the wrong track.

The King!

The order of the commons,
the Third Estate, are equally determined,

so that there is a deadlock
which only the king can resolve.

Gentlemen:

We have listened to your requests

with all the interest they deserve.

But we feel obliged to inform you

that the State
is ruled by secular laws.

The King cannot allow them
to be changed...

or even discussed.

Citizens!

There's not a minute to lose!
I've come from Versailles.

Our Finance Minister
has been dismissed.

This will be a St Bartholomew's Day
massacre for patriots.

We must choose coloured cockades
so we know our allies!

- What colour do you want?
- You choose!

Green, the colour of hope? Or blue...

Blue, the colour of American
freedom and democracy?

Green! Green!

Comrades, the word is out!

Police spies and informers
watch my every move!

But they won't get me,
at least not alive!

Citizens, follow me! To arms!

The spirit of liberty is cantering
from one end of France to the other

and through all ranks of society.

There are some incidents of violence,

mainly due to the continued
shortage of bread,

so that grain speculators
are frequent victims.

Yet, I will agree to be stoned
as a false prophet

if all does not end well in this country.

- Is it a revolt?
- No, sire. A revolution.

Liberty, blessed Liberty.
Goddess of an enlightened people

Rule today in this holy place

Through you,
our temple is purified

Liberty, because of you

Reason dispels falsehood

Error flees, fanaticism is overcome

Our gospel is Nature

And we are of the cult of Virtue

And we are of the cult of Virtue

I fear it is what in England
you would call rather silly,

but for us it's a beautiful new thought,

that the flower of the poor potato is
more valuable than our finest jewellery.

Thank you, Adrienne.

Perhaps you don't understand
the deep affinity

between us and the people.

We are all of us commoners now,

and they are all noble.

Some of the faces I have seen
in the streets of Paris do not look noble.

What I don't understand is
what you're all waiting for.

Why don't you go, get out?
Run for your lives.

It is not easy to leave everything behind,

go to a strange country.

An �migr�, a refugee.

Without money or connection or friends.

So one persuades oneself

that everything will turn out well.

On Tuesday last, a crowd of women,
in a direct approach to the king and queen

to help them feed their children,
marched to Versailles

and forced the royal family
to return with them to Paris.

The Marquis de Lafayette,
as commander of the new National Guard,

had the duty of escort.

The people hope that the presence
of the king in their midst

will help relieve
their desperate situation.

Waving loaves in the air on spikes,

they jest that surely now
they will have bread

when they have brought
the baker himself, that is the king,

and the baker's wife,
and his little apprentice.

I came to give you this.

A memento of my small art
and its great subject.

Papa has always taught us

that in matters of religion everyone must
be free to follow their own conscience.

So you've not told him yet.

I shall have to soon.

I am so happy for you.

When I was your age,
I too desired so ardently to take my vows.

But it was not to be.

You will be more fortunate than I.

But what will you do
when he returns to America?

I shall stay here in the convent
and take my vows.

And not see your beautiful Monticello?

- No.
- Patsy.

I don't ever want to go back to Monticello.

Dear Patsy, it's your sweet home
and your father's most cherished place.

You don't know.

What?

- What is it, my dear child?
- You don't know how we live in Monticello.

It is a paradise on Earth.

Your father has told me so much, so much.

And he has made me love the place, and...

made me long to go there, too.

And has he told you about
our Negroes and how they live?

I'm sure he's very good to them.

He's the best master in all of Virginia.

But he is the master,
and they're the servants.

Slaves.

And I'm certain that they hate us.
I know they do. I can see it,

in their faces, even when they smile
and say, "Yes, Master."

And they're always there,
watching everything we do

and listening to everything we say
and hating us.

And I hate them.

Yet I pity them
for the misery of their lives,

and I wish from the bottom of my heart
that all the Negroes could be free forever.

They of us and we of them.

Your father has explained to me how it is
in the nature of a family relationship.

And I've seen how kind he is. For instance,
to the little Negro nurse, Sally.

He has bought her pretty clothes,
just as he has for you.

Can't you speak to me?

Please. Tell me.

No, Mrs Cosway, don't ask me.
Don't force me.

Who would force you?

Only to relieve your heart
by speaking to a friend.

I can't speak, Mrs Cosway.

I can't... speak, because...

Because?

Because...

it's unspeakable.

I can't possibly guess.

It's late, Master.

Master's expecting you in the garden.

What are you doing here?

You scared me out of my skin.

I was pickin' corn for dinner.

Old Master, he's so proud of his corn.

But I see his Frenchie guests,
they can't abide it.

They don't even know how to eat it
like it should be ate.

Why, how do you eat it?

You roasts it, then you eats it on the cob.

And it's the sweetest stuff
you ever eat in your life.

'Cept for couscous. And ash cake.

Since you are never to be found,
I have boldly come to you.

But it is you who are never to be found,

except among a crowd of friends
and admirers who hide you from view.

At least my view.

I've planted an American garden.

I had seeds sent from Virginia, but
only our hominy corn has prospered.

Everything else has been a dismal failure.

Our watermelons, cantaloupes,
sweet potatoes.

You see, it hasn't rooted.

If only I could give you a taste
of our marvellous sweet potatoes.

You sound homesick, Mr Jefferson.

It is hard to leave.
I shall miss my friends

and so much else.

Who would not want to be in France
at such a glorious time?

Yes. The glorious revolution.

Sally Hemings!

I, too, shall have to return soon.

I've overstayed both my leave from London
and my welcome in Paris.

- Your welcome from whom?
- From you, sir.

My affections have not altered.
There has been no change

in the friendship that has been
between us from the first moment.

You are becoming the perfect diplomat.

Courteous and amiable always
and always on your guard.

Well, I confess I fear unguarded moments.

As when you fell and hurt your wrist?

I do feel most horribly responsible for that,

as though it were I
who led you into recklessness.

No, no.

It was my own middle-aged vanity
that made me attempt

what only a youth can do.

Master?

Hot corn. You must try our corn.

Pick it up and eat it with your hands.

It's like with all your Frenchie guests
when we cook it for 'em.

They love our corn!

They loves it when you're looking at 'em,
but when you ain't they just spits it out.

- Nonsense, Sally. That's nonsense.
- I seen it with my own eyes.

They just spit.

Excuse me.

What's wrong?

You told me yourself
I could never hope to understand.

If I have erred in some way,
if I have offended you,

I beg you to be as frank with me
as I've always tried to be with you.

On all subjects?

Or are there some that are
best left unexplained?

Let me call on you tomorrow.

I've so missed you.

Let us resume ourjours heureux,
our happy days together.

I wish we could.

- Is someone leaving?
- Yes, sir. Madame Cosway.

I wish you both success and joy.

May God protect you
and keep you from harm.

And without a word
for those who love you?

Not even our American friend?

My dear Mrs Cosway,
this is all very hard on me.

How will I justify myself when
he reproaches me for your absence?

He will be heartbroken.

I don't think we need fear
for Mr Jefferson's heart.

But he has one, believe me.
A great and tender heart.

He wears it under a suit of armour.

Then he is safe, for it will never
break or hurt him very much.

- We have failed you.
- No, not you.

You have been kindness
and hospitality itself.

In France, we boast how fertile
is our soil for love and lovers.

But if the soil is American, then nothing
will grow but corn and what is it?

Sweet potatoes.

Come in.

You sad, Master?

You cryin'?

You want me to sing for you?

I could sing you something sad,

something merry.

Let it be sad then, Sally,

since that's my mood.

I can't bear it.

It'll make me sink
into my grave for sadness.

You want me to show you
how to cut the pigeon wing?

How to what?

We calls it cuttin' the pigeon wings

'cause you hold your neck up
real stiff just like a pigeon do,

and you're there flappin'
your arms and your legs.

I'll show you.

But first a couple has to set the floor.

They comes up, bends over
to each other at the waist,

and the woman she puts
her hands on her hips

and the man rolls his eyes all around,
and he's grinnin'.

Gonna wear a red gown

Gonna wear a velvet coat

Going to the party

But it's better if you're on a dirt floor
'cause your feet can slap down real hard.

Or you get a glass of water,

put it on your head and you see how many
steps you can do without spillin' the water.

Going to the party

Going to the party

Going to the party

Going to the part...

Let me show you how to do buck dancing.

You hold hands, you jumps up and down.

You still scared of me, Sally?

I ain't scared of you, Master.

I respect your decision, monsieur,
but I regret it.

We have become fond
of both your daughters.

And I have reason to believe
that your elder daughter

is not altogether willing to depart.

But I am confident that she will
be glad of it in her future years.

We have our own ways, Madame Abbesse,

which we must follow
if we are to be true to ourselves.

I believe freedom of worship
is written into your constitution.

Yes, Madame. I am proud to say it is.

We allow each man
to choose his religion

according to his own conscience.

In spite of promises made to me,

my daughter was unduly influenced.

On the contrary, monsieur.

Your daughter,

exercising the freedom on which
your country prides itself,

made the choice
which she judged to be right.

My daughter is too young
to make such a judgement.

Independence is not a toy
for children to play with

but the privilege of a fully matured mind.

Patsy?

Not yet asleep?

- It's very late.
- What's the time?

It's past midnight.
Didn't you hear it strike?

I thought I counted 11.

General Washington has written
to ask me to return home

and become his Secretary of State.

You know my feelings about public office.

That I'd rather eat my soup
at home with you and Polly

than have all the honours and position
my country can heap on me.

But, Patsy, you have to be at home

and learn what, after all,
you can only learn in America.

To be a woman of your own country.
A lady of Virginia.

Have you so fallen in love with France?

Or is it the dislike of your own country?

Surely not.

Remember what you promised me
when you were only 10 years old?

You said then, in your sweet way,

that you were there for me
and would do everything for me

and would forever be
the lady of my household.

Who can be the mistress
of Monticello but you?

Don't you want to be that?

More than anything else in the world.

If only it could be.

Monticello is yours.

As I am.

Listen, dearest Patsy, and believe me.

You are my true life

and my true love.

And everything that is best in me

belongs to you.

I need some of your money, Sal.

I ain't got it.
Master done keep it for me.

You let him keep your money?

You do be all for natural stupidness.

I don't needs it.

I needs it.

Is you in trouble?

I just go tell old Master
that I wants my money.

And if he says what for?

I say that it's for me

and the little one that's comin'.

Who's been at you? One of them down
there? I'll kill him with my bare hands!

Them Frenchies?

They as much as look at me
and I bop him in his face.

Who is it, then?

You think you know somethin'
and you don't know nothin'.

So it's him, is it?

Whole lot better if it was
one of them Frenchies.

- You scarcely 14.
- I's 15 and you knows it.

I's almost 16.

You's glad?

You's glad to breed more little niggers
to work in your master's fields.

Won't be no field nigger
if it's his own child I's carrying.

Oh, yeah.
He let it sit in his parlour,

drinking his port.

Like my white father and yours
done for us.

Don't you shush me.

You know blame well what
our white father done for us.

Give us away for her wedding present
when his white daughter,

our white sister, married Mr Jefferson.

Mr Jefferson serve you the same
when Miss Patsy get married.

You'll see. You and all
your little half-niggers,

y'all gets thrown in with the pots and pans
she'll be taking from Monticello.

Or he gets married hisself.

And this new Mrs Jefferson,
she come and say,

"Who all these brat niggers
running around my house?

"That don't look good.
You go sell 'em someplace else."

You don't know nothin'!

Old Master, he never gonna marry again.

I was there when he do promise
Mrs Jefferson on her deathbed.

White folks' promises.

They keep 'em when they make 'em
to other white folk.

If the angels
was to come down from heaven,

they'd treat them the same
as they do us.

It's pitiful.

Pitiful times we's in.

But you listen here.

Sal, if we stays in Paris,

we's free.

Yeah. Plum free to starve to death.

I can get wages any day I wants

with making the pastries
and all them things I learnts.

But he learned you so you can
cook good things at Monticello.

It's lucky for us I got more sense in my
little toe than you has in your entire body.

I misses my mammy and they all
something awful.

I wants to go home.

Home? Home? What home?

Your little old slave cabin where they
keeps you like the animals they breeds?

God Almighty never meant
for human beings to be like animals.

We has a soul
and a head and a mind.

We ain't like a dog or a horse.
Now, you listen to me.

You do what I says and you and me is free.

And that little one in there... free.

Don't you want to see what it's like
to own your own body?

You's crazy, James Hemings.
You's crazy.

Master, we staying in Paris.

Sally and I are staying.

You consider yourself free then,
to go or stay as you please.

We is free here, Master.

Ain't nobody is a slave in France.

Does your sister also wish
to follow the law prevailing here

rather than the American law
under which she was born?

She don't understand nothin'.

She do what I say.

With no regard for what I say?

She be wanting her freedom, Master.

For her own self

and the little one what's coming.

So you, James, will provide
for Sally and her child?

I'll be getting work and wages.

Remember, once I have left
and you are here on your own,

there's nothing more I shall
be able to do for you.

You will be living among strangers
in a strange land,

of which you do not even
know the language.

I know some,
more than you, Master.

Yes. That is true.

But if, James...

James, listen to me.

If I say come home to Virginia,
and I shall give you your freedom.

You'd give me my freedom?

That is what I'm proposing.

My papers and all?

Everything that is legally required
to release you from my ownership.

And her and the little one?

What do you say, Sally?

Think very carefully.

You and your child will be free
to leave Monticello

and earn your living elsewhere
as a free woman.

- Where's I goin'?
- Wherever you wish.

But where do I go?

Let me make another proposal.

While you, James, may claim your freedom
whenever you wish after I return home,

Sally and her child...

will remain at Monticello,

under my care.

But upon my death
to be given her freedom.

How we know it'll happen like that
when we get back to Monticello?

You have my word.

You wish me to swear an oath
on the Bible?

Patsy? Patsy.

Will you step inside, please?

Close the door.

Now, here's a strange to-do, Patsy.

I'm about to swear an oath
that on our return to Virginia,

James shall have his freedom.

But should anything
happen to me, Patsy,

it will be you who'll have
to fulfil that promise.

Do you understand me?

And further there's an oath to Sally
that she, too, upon my death shall be free.

Her and the little one what's coming.

Yes, Sally and the child she's expecting.

And all other children that may be
born to her in the future.

Do you bind yourself to that?

I swear by Almighty God that upon
my return to the state of Virginia,

I shall within a period of not more than two
years give his freedom to James Hemings.

Since, however, James was brought
to Paris at great expense to me

for the purpose of learning
the art of French cookery,

he shall continue to reside
at Monticello in my service

until he shall have taught the same art
to such persons as I shall place under him.

Do you swear?

I swear.

I also hereby promise and declare
that Sally Hemings,

sister of James,

shall be freed upon my death.

Likewise, all children born to her

shall be freed from my ownership
or that of my heirs

upon reaching the age of 21.

Do you swear, Patsy?

I swear.