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Put your hands up.

Get down.

Where were you running off to?

He was going across the river
to Cincinnati, master.

He was scared to go by himself
and he done made me go with him.

You lying scamp.

A flogging, Mr. Starr,
will take the running out of them.

No flogging.

They're new here
or they wouldn't run away.

Take them up to the old cemetery
and have them pull the weeds.

Get up.

Move.

Long as I have been in Starrwood,
he's never whipped a slave.

Never sold one, neither.

They sure got funny ideas
up here in Kentucky.

Manty, darling.

Father, why isn't she buried
over yonder with our other folks?

Well, Manty, I told you...

...I wanted your mother near the house,
where she'd be closer to me, to you.

- Oh, Shad?
- Yeah, Master Aaron?

Manty, you go along with Shad.

Tell old Sukie to bake us
a nice, big berry pie for supper.

Doesn't that sound good?

Now, now, sweetheart,
what are little girls made of?

- Sugar and spice, I guess.
- And everything nice.

You run along now.

I catched you giving my berries away.

And you put her up to them tricks.
You no good, Shaddie.

That baby girl has got to eat big
to grow big like me.

She's growing up.
Blooming out pretty all over.

Before you know it, someday
she gonna be owning Starrwood.

Her? Own Starrwood?

Yes, her.
And that's enough from you.

- But she couldn't.
- Shut your mouth.

No, I want to hear about it. Shad?

- If Master Aaron finds out...
- Master Aaron? Him?

Them muckety-mucks ain't nothing.

Pull off their fancy clothes
and they ain't nothing different.

And Manty, what's she?

She ain't nothing.
Ain't no better than nothing.

You get up and get yourself
up out of my kitchen.

Out of my kitchen right now,
before I hit you upside your...

"No better than nothing"?
What did he mean?

He just crazy, that's all.

- I'll ask Father.
- Manty? Manty.

That man from Danville took Shaddie.

- You sold him, you sold him away.
- I had to.

Certain things have to be done.

Nobody can change them.

Now listen, honey,
here's some good news.

You've sort of outgrown Starrwood...

...and Miss Tottenham...
I mean, your governess...

...you've learned most everything
she could teach you.

Well, you're going away to school.

First you send Shad away and now me.

I won't leave you.
I won't leave Starrwood.

I don't want you to leave me, Manty.

But this is just a little place
in a great big world.

Someday you'll come back to it,
Miss Amantha Starr.

A great lady with a head full of learning.

It won't be too far away.
I'll see you often.

Try to get some sleep now, honey.

Sweet little Manty,
what are little girls made of?

I don't know, Father. I don't know.

Dear Sukie: You know I would
write to you more often...

... but Father comes to Cincinnati
so frequently.

"And each time,
I have sent my love to you.

I am now a graduate student
at the conservatory...

...not as homesick as I used to be,
because I have some fine friends.

Especially the Reverend Seth Parton,
he's a young Divinity student...

...who conducts chapel for us
at the conservatory.

He is so splendid and strong
and earnest..."

That child's sick.

No, I'd say she's just busting with health.

"As you know, Father
will be in Cincinnati this weekend...

...and I am taking Seth to meet him
at a tea which Miss Idell...

...my French teacher, is giving for me
and some of the girls from my dormitory.

She's quite fascinating,
and Father seems to think so too. "

- Doesn't she play divinely?
- If you like arias of unbridled passion.

I'm sorry, Mr. Parton, perhaps a sonata
would have been more fitting.

Possibly so, Miss Idell.

Some music lifts the soul.
Some expresses a baser instinct.

Please forgive my ignorance.

There is the unsolid happiness of virtue...

...and good works
and the sanctified happiness of marriage.

Aside from these conditions,
man's only true joy is self-denial.

I always thought a woman was,
until I met Seth.

You should have heard his last sermon,
"Plowing Under the Wicked."

Well, today, Amantha,
I am troubled by a graver subject...

...more than anything you heard
in that sermon.

Slavery, Mr. Starr.

I declare to you, sir, my burning belief
in the natural equality of all humans.

I'm not prepared for debate, sir.

But I believe you would agree
that my slaves are treated kindly.

That's it, sir. That's just it.

Kindness can be the mask for evil.

The kindness of deluded persons
ensnared in the works of wickedness.

For indulgence rivets the shackle,
kindness seduces the... The...

I'm listening, Mr. Parton.

That is all, sir.

Truth gives pain sometimes.

That doesn't mean I lack regard
for the one who might be hurt.

You don't hurt anybody, Seth.

You know how preachers
give tarnation in the sermon...

...and then shake hands
when church is out.

My hand, sir.

It's been pleasant.

Good afternoon, all.

Good day, sir.

Come along, girls.

But Seth has to go and work
on his new sermon.

I'm sure nobody would go to sleep
when you preach, young man.

Good day. Amantha.

Isn't he wonderful, Father?

If you say so,
Miss Sugar-and-Spice.

Big, aren't you?

Strong as a bull, I imagine.

My strength is of the spirit, Miss Idell.

Maybe so, Seth.

But if your muscles ever get
to wrestling with your spirit...

...I�ll buy a ticket to the contest.

Good day.

I'll tell Sukie how well you look.
She's asking about you all the time.

You tell her I'll write her
another letter next week.

I'll tell her, honey.

Now, don't you worry, I'll see you soon.

I have to come up here again
next month on business.

Thank you so much for the nice party.

- Goodbye, Manty, dear.
- Bye, Father.

Goodbye, dear.

Only graduates are allowed
to wear their hair up.

Six years of this. How did she ever...?

Miss Amantha, are you ever
gonna leave the conservatory?

Amantha.

Does that answer your question?

I'll probably be married and have quite
a family before you all graduate.

Young ladies.

My dear Amantha, I've just
been entrusted with a great crusade.

- It'll take me all over two counties.
- What is it?

Well, I volunteered to speak in
the presidential campaign of Mr. Lincoln.

- I've been chosen.
- Seth, what an honor.

Tonight I make my
opening address at Clinton County.

I shall carry the fight
to every village and crossroads.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

0h, I must be off or I'll miss my train.

- Good luck, Seth.
- Oh, my apologies.

I'm on my way to strike a blow
against slavery.

Splendid.

Letter for you, Amantha.

Mail's arrived. Mildred, Jenny.

What is it?

It's my father.

He's terribly ill.

- I'm gonna have to leave.
- I'm sorry, Amantha.

Floodings are making river travel difficult.

Some of the packet boats
haven't left for three days.

- You'll tell Seth?
- As soon as possible.

My baby. Oh, my baby.

My baby.

That's Amantha Starr.

Thanks, sheriff. Too bad.

They waited.
They thought you never was coming.

Father?

No.

No. That's the wrong place.

He should be over there,
over by my mother.

Manty, Manty, child.

Sorry I've gotta do this, folks.

All you slaves there,
get your belongings together.

A judgment has been given against
the estate at the courthouse.

Now, you heard what the sheriff said
and I'm warning you...

...I aim to sell all you all, vendue,
dicker or cry off, every last one.

Nobody's going to sell them
away from this place.

- You'll find out about that, ma'am.
- And who are you, if I may ask?

Mr. Calloway's a slave dealer
from Danville.

He's got the court judgment
against Starrwood.

- Now where's the overseer?
- I'm right here. What do you want?

Your Mr. Starr must've thought
he was running a charity farm here.

Most of these hands
ain't worth their freight. Now, here.

Them that's on this invoice,
you deliver to Franklin...

...where I got a coffle
awaiting to be shipped.

The rest of them,
just drop them off at Robard's Market.

You'll do nothing of the kind.
There's some kind of mistake.

Go ahead, you do as I say.

There's been no mistake, ma'am.
Mr. Aaron Starr was the fine gentleman...

...that kept borrowing money from me
so he could go sporting over in Cincinnati.

Don't you talk about my father that way,
you white trash.

I can't say I like what I gotta do
but I call you all to witness.

Do you state and affirm that you go
by the name of Amantha Starr?

- Certainly, that's my name.
- Amantha, it is sworn and affirmed...

...that you are the issue
of the body of a slave called Louisa...

...the chattel of Aaron Pendleton Starr,
deceased.

And as her issue, you are declared
by the law of this Commonwealth...

...to be a chattel of Starrwood,
subject to any claims against the estate.

- My mother?
- She was a Negress.

And that means you the same strap
as the rest of them slaves out yonder.

It's not true.

You're lying. You liar!

I know who's got it.

Overseer told me that Master Aaron
give her all his bank money.

Her gotta be.
They got the plantation house too.

Miss Idell. Miss Idell.

Miss Idell.

Put this nigger in the rig.
She's real money.

No, you can't. I'm Amantha Starr.
You can't.

Go on. Do like I tell you.

- Please, Mr. Calloway. She ain't no Negro.
- No, a nigger's what you can sell.

I aim to sell her quicker
than she can swallow her own spit.

Oh, my baby. My baby.

- Go on, you old cottontooth. Sit down.
- They're gonna sell this baby.

Hey, put her baggage in here.

All right, take off now.

Sukie? Sukie?

Somebody help me. Help me!

Sukie.

Now, you wait here.

I'll get us a cabin.

Oh, no, you don't.
You're going all the way.

Let me through here.

Now, you settle down
and stop skittering around.

You gonna find I ain't such
a bad fellow to get along with.

I got us fixed up real homelike.
Now come on.

Come on! Come on.
Sam, get them in the pen.

All right, move on, move on in here.
Let's go.

Come on here. Let's get in here.

Here we are.

Well, you don't have to be scared.
I ain't no hurrying man.

You just lucky
it ain't some crazy young rooster...

...gonna be sharing this here coop
with you.

Put my bags in there.

I brung you a present.

Some old Doc Calloway's soothing syrup.

Guaranteed to give you the don't-care look.

If you feel like it, help yourself.

Say, you sure are put together real nice,
ain't you?

Soft and white.

Oh, you gonna bring a right pretty price
from one of them dandy's in New Orleans.

You know, I'm kind of glad
this is gonna be a long trip.

They'll never own me.
And you won't either.

Now, don't you get uppity.

You ain't thinking you're too good for me,
are you?

No, you just never had no man fun,
that's it, ain't it?

Is that it? Have you?
Have you ever had a fellow?

Yes. And he'll find me, and he'll kill you.

You don't know
how uppity he's gonna be...

...killing one of the happiest men
he ever seen. Now, come here to me...

Why, you ornery little she-cat,
you done broke my hide.

But you know something?
I kind of like that in a wench.

I used to be pretty proud of marks
like that when I was a young'un.

You didn't really mean it,
now, did you?

Master Calloway? Master Calloway?

- Master Calloway?
- Yeah?

Big bucks fighting like devils.

- Keep an eye on her until I get back.
- Yes, sir.

You better hurry, Mr. Calloway.
You better hurry.

They're gonna slice themselves up.

I'll cool you off.

So you wanna cut each other up, huh?

- I'll learn you how.
- Hold on there, now.

None of that. You wanna scar them up
worse than they are? Now clean them up.

If the cuts don't heal fast, use some
boot blacking to cover them over, you hear?

- I still say they need a good whipping.
- You ought to know better than that.

Why, I couldn't even get $40 for one
of them rambunctious fighting bucks.

Why, I'd be losing money.

- Calloway.
- Yeah?

What price you asking for that
pretty little white one you got up there?

She's kind of personal, Mr. Simpson.

That is, until we get to New Orleans.

Open the door. Open the door.

Master Calloway? Master Calloway?

- Master Calloway?
- Yeah, yeah, what's now?

- Master Calloway, she done locked me out.
- She done locked you out?

Unlock that door in there.

You open up that door
or I'll whip you.

Help me over here. Get over there.
Go and get help.

You got her? Put her down here.

Just take this.

Give me that whiskey there.

That'll bring her around. Here.

Gall dang you. I buy her
and you go and you try to cheat me.

You scut, you let her die
and I'll buck-batter you.

Now, you lookie here.
You done tried it once...

...but I don't reckon
you gonna try it again.

Because I ain't gonna bother you
no more.

I get you a nice cabin,
treat you like you was a lady...

...but you don't seem to appreciate it.

But any more shenanigans and I'm gonna
chain you to a post down there...

...with them hot-natured blacks
and I ain't gonna care what happens...

...just so they don't bruise you too bad,
you hear?

I know, I've got money tied up in you...

...but I'd rather let them wear
a couple of hundred dollars' worth off you...

...than to get a lot of worriment.
Give me that bag.

And I'll see you...

I'm gonna bust them biggity notions
of you on wide open.

Get them tea-party duds off of her.
Dress her like the rest in my coffle.

That'll learn you ain't such a fancy article.

Might as well get used to it.
Ain't nothing gonna change nothing.

- I'll change it.
- Yeah?

Just who do you think you are, girl?

Amantha Starr.

And nobody's gonna keep me
from being free.

You think you're white, don't you?
Whiter than me.

- Well, you ain't.
- You stay away from me.

Some fellow will buy you.

And what he do? What he then do?

Maybe it won't be so bad.

Maybe you get something
you like out of it.

One of those Frenchy fellows
in New Orleans.

Maybe he buy you.
You know what he'll do?

He'll go...

Then you get old
and it don't matter.

It don't matter what you've done had.
They sure can't take it away.

Do I hear 100? Going, gone.

Sold for $ 75.

Next. Come on out, boy.
Get up there. Stand up there.

Two hundred pounds.
Fine specimen, a fine piece of a boy.

Now, what am I offered? What am I bid?

- Seventy-five.
- Seventy-five dollars, for this boy here?

He's built like a bull. Go on, boy,
show them what you're made of.

Show them what your muscles are made of.
Watch him run up and down, now.

Look at him go, he run like a rabbit.

Watch that boy. Look at that specimen.
Look at those shoulders on that boy.

- All right, last time. Now, what are my bids?
- One hundred.

One hundred, 100 is bid.
Now, do I hear 125?

- Get up here, boy.
- One hundred twenty-five.

- Do I hear 150?
- One hundred fifty.

- One fifty.
- One fifty is bid.

- Do I hear 175?
- One seventy-five.

One seventy-five has been taken.

- Do I hit 200?
- Two hundred.

Going, going, gone. Sold for 200 dollars.

- Next. Come up, get up here.
- Come here. Come here.

You ruin my sale and I'll break you down
to $5 worth, you hear? Get up there.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, a flower
of Kentucky in the bloom of youth.

But why go into details about something
fit to ornament a drawing room?

You ladies and gentlemen have eyes,
especially you, gentlemen.

Now, I don't misrepresent.
For the fact, she has colored blood.

But it couldn't be more than a miser's dram
if indeed, ladies and gentlemen, that much.

Just a moment. All the same,
I'm going to examine her.

Why, certainly, sir.

Anybody's free to look before bidding.
You'll see perfection.

Note the make of the leg
and the splendid conformation.

I bid $5000.

- Did I hear 5000?
- You did.

You mean you wanna start the...?

Oh, it's you, sir.

According to what you say,
she's a bargain at $5000, isn't she?

Oh, why, sure enough. Now, who's game
to bid against this gentleman?

I reckon that you all know him
and I consider it an honor...

I still intend to have a look at her.

Turn around. This way.

Perhaps you better tell him
the rules of the auction.

Yes, sir. No inspection of the property
is permitted after the first bid, sir.

- Do you expect me to bid sight unseen?
- No. I don't expect you to bid at all.

It's my opinion that you got
into the Rue Royale by mistake...

...while looking for Gallatin Street
where things are free and easy.

- Mostly free.
- Are you calling me a cheapjack?

I must be.
I don't see any others around here.

Then I demand satisfaction.

I have seen brave-talking cowards
like you before...

- Hamish Bond, why didn't you tell me?
- I've been trying to.

If you get his dander up,
you'll find yourself in a pine box.

And you wouldn't be the first one either.

Sorry. Please proceed.
Thank you, sir, thank you.

I have 5000.

Five. Five thousand.
Mr. Hamish Bond offered 5000.

He invites you to bid against him.

I have five, five, five. I have 5000.

Is Mr. Bond's bid
a little too steep for you?

Well, it usually is.
But that's no disgrace to mortal man.

Sold for $5000 to Mr. Hamish Bond.

Charge to my account
and send her papers to my house.

What do they call you?

- Manty.
- Come on, Manty.

All right, boy. Now, come on.
Come on, get up here, boy.

Take a look at this specimen,
ladies and gentlemen. Look at this boy.

Two hundred and twenty-five pounds.
A big, strong worker.

You needn't put me in the center room.

Just put me with the rest of the slaves.

Follow Michele.

Hot water will be sent up to you
for your bath and also your supper.

Like a prisoner in a cell.

I think he's horrible,
with his iron bars and his iron gate.

I think it's the outside
he wants to keep out.

I don't believe he gives much thought
to the inside of this house.

- Oh, yes. He's thinking about his $5000.
- He has many thousands of dollars.

And he thinks that's
all it takes to own a woman...

...her name on a piece of paper,
like an animal's.

Well, he can buy her, all right.

- But he can never own her, her feelings.
- And her heart?

You think monsieur wouldn't
be receiving full value without that?

Many ladies have worn their hearts on their
sleeves for him, free women of quality.

Free.

That word one hears it so often these days.
Especially from the North.

I have friends up there.

Maybe you could help me
get in touch with them?

I'm sorry, ma petite.
There's nothing I can do.

Well, he need never know.
If you're afraid of him, of what he might do.

I, afraid of Monsieur Hamish?

Well, you're a slave aren't you?
Don't you ever think of escape?

Oh, I see.

Oh, at night, do not forget to arrange
the netting against the mosquitoes.

The season is upon us.

- What are you doing?
- It is not a prison cell as you said.

No, it's worse.

- What am I gonna do?
- You will live, ma petite.

Michele. Would you care to sit down?

Monsieur is kind, but it is not necessary.

Well, I declare.

What are you looking for?

Looks like somebody needs
my gri-gri loving potion.

Pour it in coffee, pour it in rum.

Make Master Hamish
crawl like a hound dog.

Make him moan for his new gal.

What's the matter?
Don't you love nobody?

Then you better try my gri-gri.

Then you love somebody.

Make you sit up and purr
like a little pussy kitten.

Dollie, get to work.

Well, seems I was right.
You still live.

Like any other captive.

Monsieur Hamish send you an invitation...

...to dine with him downstairs
any evening you wish.

No, thank you.

You tell him if I ever come down,
it'll be to go to the slave quarters.

That was smart.

Tease him like a catfish
swimming around a worm.

And wait till he gets itchy.

And then he'll get a little bite...

...and grab so hard
he'll break his pole.

What were we saying?

Nothing, monsieur.
Nothing for quite a while.

I believe I was about to mention
I like that gown you're wearing.

You paid for it, just as you did for me.

Please, don't use that
as a weapon against me.

You know, I know better than most men
that money is no cure-all.

I used to think it was.

I used to think it would open
the door to friendship...

...and other essentials
more important than power.

I used to believe it was everything.

A drug for loneliness,
a painkiller for certain memories.

Well, the whole apothecary shop
for every problem of life.

What would you know about problems?

I learned about yours from your papers.

Kentucky. Your father.

And my mother? My pedigree?

There's quality in it.
More than in some thoroughbreds I've seen.

Good to see you.

I've placed the bills of sale
for cotton on your desk.

The price goes high on the English market
since Louisiana and the others seceded.

President Lincoln makes no move
to blockade the ports.

He's a wise man.

He says he can't control events,
that events control him.

They're building up, Rau-Ru,
like a bonfire waiting for the torch.

- The world is full of fools.
- Of all colors, monsieur.

The cry for freedom is in the air
like a rising wind.

Slaves have already gone wild
on many plantations.

But not at Pointe du Loup?

No, it is serene.

People don't usually try to kill kindness.

All the same, I'd better go up there.

As soon as I can get the rate of exchange
confirmed at the bank here.

You know the cotton market
is bound to rise.

I want you to stay in New Orleans
and watch it.

Keep everything in the storehouse...

...until we get the price we figured on,
then ship it out quick.

Oh, this is Rau-Ru.
Perhaps you've heard of him?

I've heard about her, monsieur.

Michele told me.

Monsieur would probably rather
discuss his business in the morning.

Good night, Rau-Ru.

He's a high-stepper, isn't he?

That's why they call him
"Big Bond's High-Stepper."

He gets off the sidewalk for nobody.

No constable or paddy roll ever stopped him.

No steamboat captain
ever asked to see his pass.

- Because he's Big Bond's boss Negro.
- And what am I?

All your others know their duties.
What are mine?

I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

Why did you buy me?

Because you were on the slave block,
somebody else was bound to bid you in.

I saw a fellow with laced cuffs
putting his hands on you.

I hate lace cuffs.

I wouldn't recommend
the streets of New Orleans at night.

Not for a girl with your looks.

Hey, that is a pretty gown.
And you set it off too.

Oh, that reminds me, I told Michele...

...to take you shopping with her
sometime when she goes.

We'll put some beauty and fashion
in this old house.

Well, so you can smile.

Well, I didn't think you could,
but I caught you red-handed at it.

- You done seen the big k'la, Rau-Ru?
- He's just another slave.

He ain't gonna be a slave for long.
Soon he be the high muckety-muck.

Soon he be the master.

And Hamish Bond
gonna be toting for him.

You're crazy.

Won't be long now till nobody say "come"
and nobody say "go."

No, Lord, gonna be parlor time,
gonna be rocking-chair time.

Sit in the parlor, rock and fan.

A feather-fan, this Lord's child.

Soldiers coming down soon
from the North.

Soldiers toting freedom.

Dripping freedom
like sweat on a hot day.

Then Rau-Ru, he gonna be king
of Pointe du Loup.

You purr pretty for him, honey gal,
maybe you get to be his queen.

I'm white. Get out of this room! Get out!

It is nice.

It's been a long time since I...

- I do like it.
- Michele?

And here is another one.
I am sure mademoiselle would adore it.

- Who is she?
- Her father is a planter...

...a friend of Monsieur Bond.

It's easy to see she is a lady of quality.

From Paris, Manty.
And it's just your size.

But I've already selected two.

But three is lucky, so they say.

All right.

Would you please select a traveling case
for mademoiselle?

And place this in it
along with the other purchases.

Perhaps lucky for both of us.

Oh, a grand lady,
nobody could ever doubt it.

And now, if you'll excuse me
for a little while, ma petite.

Here, take this money,
buy whatever your heart desires.

You really do love him, don't you?

Come along, boy, I'll miss my boat.

I'll give you a dollar if you hurry.

- Oh, Rau-Ru.
- Mademoiselle.

That boy is so plum lazy,
I'll never get home.

Run along, run along.

Well, don't fiddle around
like that other boy. Come along.

At your service, mademoiselle.

So you had to set your spies on me.

Why didn't you just lock me up
and be done with it?

Is that Manty's? Take it to her room.

You know, that's a very becoming frock.

We are putting style
in this old house, aren't we?

Don't talk to me about this house,
I hate it. And I hate you.

I thought you had some decency,
but you haven't.

Setting that pet overseer of yours
to watch me.

I like the chapeau too.

I bought it to run away in, you hear?

I was about to get on a steamboat
if it hadn't been for that Rau-Ru.

Well, this slave's not gonna
do you any good, master.

Because I'm getting out of here,
come hell and brimstone.

And you'll never see hide nor hair
of me again.

And you better tell that man
to give you back your $5000.

Open the hatch. Let down the plank,
you son of a sea-going rum scut...

...or I'll ram your craw with eels.

Let him in.

You get back to the ship,
if you can find the way.

- Jimmee, I've come aboard.
- Well, Boatswain Canavan.

I'd be thanking you to call me captain,
which is me true station now.

And master of that old black coffin,
the Argosy.

It's all dressed up, you are nowadays.

And softer than a toad's belly.

Oh, well, grab the capstan
and brace yourself.

Oh, so that's what it is, is it?
All right now.

Hey! Hey, stop it, man. Stop it.

Holy rattlesnakes.
You're breaking my bottle arm.

Jimmee, this fat pudgy old porpoise
needs building up.

Cook him a turkey
and stuff it with rabbit.

Aye, and a few steaks
smothered with chops.

We'll drink to the old days
and the finest rum of islands.

'Tis a sweet belch that rum gives you.

What easy wind...

...in a thousand ports,
all across the blinking world.

I remember well the first day
you ever came to this gaudy, wicked city.

Correct me if I'm falsifying you.

You were carrying your sea bags
and stopping every now and then...

...for whiskey and fighting
in dives and emporiums.

Steady as you go, boatswain.

Then we staggered our way
up to the portholes of a bank.

'Tis 4:00 in the afternoon
and the hatches was batten.

So we locked arms,
stepped off a few paces...

...then charged like Pampas bulls.

And we kept on charging till
we cracked the blockage of the portholes...

...of the great sultan of the house.

Do you remember what you said to him?

You said, "Me name's Hamish.

And I'm a captain from the ocean seas.

And I wish to deposit in your forts
the modest sum of $2 million."

Those two bags
that you had been carrying...

...through the dives of Sodom and Gomorrah
for two nights and a day...

...you opened them up and twirled
like a whirling dervish...

...till you buried him up
to his starting eyeballs in gold notes.

Rau-Ru, come here.

Boatswain.
It's good to see you, monsieur.

Sure, you've grown up
a foot since I saw you last.

Do you remember the old days?
The jolly and old sailing days?

- I'll never forget them.
- You won't?

Then sing us a chantey, lad.

Good night.

Good night, Rau-Ru.
Good night. Good night.

There's a wee breeze.

A wee, wee, trifling breeze.

But it might turn into a wind.

So I best be getting back
and look to the...

Mooring of me ship.

If you ever need the old boatswain,
ask any seaman bound for the islands.

They're all me friends.
The whole wide world's me friend.

- Bye, captain.
- No, you devil.

You darn near crippled that one.

Take this, 'tis closer to me heart.

- Steady as you go, captain.
- Goodbye.

Sounds like the gales
we used to get off Rio Pongo.

I've seen them all: Cape Verde,
Cape Saint Maria...

...Sierra Leone and the Bight of Benin.

- You sailed to all those places?
- Yes, and a thousand more.

Or maybe it wasn't me at all.

Maybe it was that other fellow,
the fellow I used to be.

He wasn't a bad sort.
Young, hungry, until he got his first ship.

And then more ships,
until he had a whole fleet of them.

At first I was just a mate.

The skipper tried to beat me once.
Just once.

I took his ship
and I took his name, Hamish Bond.

That old seadog who came here tonight...

...brought it all back to me
like it was yesterday.

- Who are you then?
- Never mind what my name was.

You talk about freedom,
you think I've got freedom?

I got a past I'd like to forget
but I can't run away from it...

...no more than you can run away
from what you are.

Ma petite, we must pack.

We're going to the upriver plantation,
Pointe du Loup.

You'll like it up there away from the city.

We used to go there more often than now.

You mean you and...

But I was of no importance.
No real importance.

No woman ever was.

- What is it like at Pointe du Loup?
- Oh, it's beautiful up there.

But he sees no beauty...

...nothing but some secret trouble
which is always with him.

The Golden Fleece leaves at noon,
Michele.

See that the others are ready.
Send Dollie to help Manty with her packing.

Very well, monsieur.

Now, as I said, Manty...

...I don't think we can run away
from ourselves.

But everybody deserves a chance to try.

And I guess I'm the only one
who can give you your chance.

When I get off the boat
at Pointe du Loup...

...you'll continue all the way
upriver to Cincinnati.

You mean I'll be free?

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