All language subtitles for PresidentLady

The year was 1789.

The day was like any other day,

the man like any other man.

Time alone was to prove
the difference.

The morning this man appeared
at the top of the hill

and rode into our valley
marked the beginning.

And in the end, I was to realize
that nothing really important

had ever happened to me
before this day.

I was to know this stranger
as no one else was to know him.

It's been said that every man
has 2 sides:

The side he shows to the world

and the side he shows
to the woman he loves.

This was the side
I was destined to see,

and this was the day
of the beginning.

What do you want?

I beg your pardon, ma'am.

I was--I was looking
for the widow Donelson.

My mother isn't here.

My name's Andrew Jackson,

and I'm a friend
of John Overton's.

Oh! Well, John's
told us about you.

- You're his new law partner.
- That's right, ma'am.

John said there was an empty room
in the cabin you rent him,

so I rode out from Nashville

to see if you'd consider
taking me in, too.

- I didn't mean to peep, ma'am.
- Oh, that's all right.

You just startled me.

But my mother won't be back
until late this afternoon.

She's gone into Nashville.

There is an empty room but--

I've been staying at
the red heifer inn,

and if you knew how tired
I was of the brawling

and the greasy tables
in that inn, I'd--

I'd sure consider it
an honor to join this family.

But I'm not mistress
of this station, Mr. Jackson.

That's a decision my mother
would have to make.

I've had experience
fighting Indians,

and I'm a crack shot
with a rifle.

Well, heaven knows we can use

all the protection
we can get out here.

At the same time,
I'm quiet and peace-loving.

Heh heh heh!

Why don't you just
take your saddlebags

over to John's cabin and
wait for my mother to get back?

You can stay to supper
if you'd like.

I was frankly hoping
you'd invite me.

Well, there's bound to be plenty.

My mother's gone to fetch
my 2 sisters for a visit,

so supper tonight is
sort of a family reunion.

Are you superstitious?

No. Why?

Today's Tuesday, isn't it?

Yes.

You know, everything
that ever turned out

right for me was something
I started on a Tuesday.

There's Irish in your
background somewhere.

Somewhere, but it doesn't
show in my face.

It does in my temper, I'm told.

This was the first place
to be built here by my father.

It's about the prettiest
cabin I was ever in.

Anything would look
like a palace to you

after the red heifer inn.

This is cousin John's room,

and this is the one
that's vacant.

Well, um, I'll just unpack
a few possessions

and put them away.
Then if your mother says no,

I'll come quietly back

and slip 'em back
into my saddlebags.

Ohh! Oh, I should've warned you.

This door frame was never built
for a tall man.

No. The door's all right.

My frame just wasn't
built for a small door.

Are you sure you didn't
hurt yourself?

No damage to either headway.

Well, you come over
when you hear the bell.

Shh! Shh!

Shh! Now eat your supper nicely.

See that they eat slowly, Moll.

I don't want any sick
children here tonight.

Yessum.

Jane, if you and Mary
have any more children,

I don't know where
we'll put them.

Well, you just better build
a bigger cabin, mother,

because I plan to have
a few dozen myself.

The Donelson women usually do.

Where's this guest, Rachel?

He'll be coming over
with cousin John.

Who is he, Rachel?

His name's Jackson.

He's John's new law partner.

He rode out this afternoon
to see if mother would rent him

the other room in John's cabin.

What's he like?

Oh, he's tall,

he acts like a gentleman,

and he's had experience
fighting Indians.

Hmm. Indian fighters?

They're usually quarrelsome men.

Oh, no, he's peaceful and quiet.

How could you tell that?

He told me so.

Ahem! Well, I might as well

warn you right now, Andrew,

when you're not on time at
mother Donelson's you don't get fed.

Too many mouths to feed
tonight to wait, John.

Well, has everybody met
my new law partner?

No. Mr. Jackson,
this is my mother.

And the finest woman
in the whole Cumberland.

How do you do, ma'am?

- And my sister Jane.
- The prettiest.

- My sister Mary.
- The sweetest.

- My brother Samuel.
- The fightingest.

- And my brother William.
- The stubbornest.

And as for me,
I'm the hungriest.

Do sit down, Mr. Jackson,

and help yourself.

And these belong to Jane and me.

Where are your husbands tonight?

Home. There's a band of
marauding Indians out our way,

so we packed the children
over here for a day or two.

Now we can stay for
Samuel's birthday party.

Well, I'm mighty glad to hear that.

For a while, I was afraid
I'd have to dance with Andrew.

Have you been long in Nashville,
Mr. Jackson?

Not long, ma'am.

Last month, when John offered
to go partners with me,

I just shifted my law books
to Nashville.

What sort of law cases do
you handle, Mr. Jackson?

Why, Andrew just settled
one of the biggest suits

for damages this territory ever had.

Tell 'em, Andrew.

Oh, I don't think the ladies would--

yes, they would.

What was the case about,
Mr. Jackson?

Well, a--a client of mine
got into a fight

and had his ear bitten off.

And Andrew got him
$4.00 cash for his ear,

of which he gets half.

Is it really possible
to bite a man's ear off?

Rachel, I don't think it's a subject
we should pursue at the table.

You're quite right, ma'am.

Are you attached to the court
here officially, Mr. Jackson?

Andrew carries the
highfalutin title

of Attorney General.

Attorney General?

What does it mean?

Well, it means that he prosecutes
criminals for the state...

When he can find them.

Other times,
I'm just like other lawyers,

scratching mighty hard
for cases.

And with $2.00 cash, he can pay
a whole month's board in advance.

I don't think Mrs. Donelson's
quite decided yet, John.

Mother, Samuel said
he saw some Indians

lurking around in
the hills yesterday.

We ought to have
more protection.

Well, Mr. Jackson,
as you can see

we're long on women
and children at this station,

short on men.

If you can endure us,

we'd be glad to have you
as part of the family.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

Thank you.
I'll go right over

and unpack my saddlebags
after supper.

Sides the same.

Heads forward,
cross over and turn about.

Sides the same.

Head fours, forward and back.

Sides the same.

Heads forward and cross over.

Sides the same.

Heads forward
and out to the right.

A right-and-left move
around the set.

Chain right back.

Head ladies,
chain your lefthand lady.

Chain right back.

Balance all.

Forward again with the right
and left two.

All fours, forward and back.

Forward again
with the right and left two.

Head ladies chain.

All fours, forward again...

You like Nashville?

I sure aim to.

I think you're gonna be
very successful here.

I will if folks keep on getting
their ears bitten off.

Forward again
with a right-and-left move.

All fours, forward and back.

Forward again
with a right-and-left move.

Excuse me, sir.

I should like to speak
with my wife.

Mr. Jackson, this is
my husband Lewis Robards.

How do you do, sir?

If you'll excuse us.

Of course.

Forward again
with the right and left two.

Heads forward promenade
outside the center.

I thought you were still
in Harrodsburg.

I left yesterday to come after you.

Why?

I'm sorry I sent you home, Rachel.

Why didn't you write?

Oh, I was angry and jealous.

Had to get over it.

There was nothing
to be jealous about.

Jason told me himself
that you encouraged him.

Then he lied.

If he weren't your cousin,

I'd have ordered him
right out of the house.

Rachel, I didn't come all this way
just to argue with you.

I came to say that I'm sorry.

I just want you back again.

Morning, folks.

Good morning, everybody.

Good morning.

That was a mighty fine party you
gave last night, Mrs. Donelson.

Glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Jackson.

What's the matter with Rachel?

Too much apple cider and dancing?

Rachel's gone.

Oh? Where?

Harrodsburg.
She left at dawn.

A little trip?

She's gone back to live
at the Robards.

A wife's place is with her husband.

Tom.

Evening, ma'am.

We's mighty glad you
come home, Mr. Lewis.

We was just about gonna
send for you, sir.

Send for me? Why?

Your mother's ailing,

and we don't know
what's wrong, sir.

I'll go up and see her.

I'll change into a dry coat
and be right up there.

Come in.

Mother Robards.

Rachel. Rachel, my dear!

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

I knew Lewis would
bring you back.

Whatever my son may be,
he's no fool.

Where is he?

He's changing.
He'll be right up.

You shouldn't have gone
away in the first place.

I didn't go away.
I was sent away.

Now don't be resentful
to an old woman.

Heh heh heh!

I don't blame anyone.

You're wrong to expect
too much of Lewis,

but he needs you, Rachel.

He needs someone strong.

I'm gonna try, mother Robards.

I hope I can be strong.

And have a child, Rachel,
as quickly as you can.

Have a son to give your love to.

It was my salvation.

Don't you worry,
mother Robards, please.

Everything is gonna be all right.
You'll see.

Where's my boy?
Why doesn't he come up to me?

Now, he'll be here in a minute.

Ooh, I better get into
some dry clothes, too.

I'm drenched.

Come back later and sit with me.

I've been lonely.

Go to your cabin and wait.

If she find out,
she'll make you sell me.

She won't find out.

I'll send you over to
my cousin Jason's for a while.

Where did that girl come from?

I bought some new slaves
while you were away.

You don't think I--

I think I know now
why you sent me home.

You're in no position
to make accusations.

I could ask a few questions
about you and Jackson.

Something went on
between you two

before I got there.
I could see it.

You think I'm a fool?

Anyone would be blind
if he didn't see it,

so don't--

I thought if you didn't mind, Jason,
I'd send that new girl

over to your place for a while.

What made you change your mind?

I've been locked out
of my own room every night

for 2 weeks now,
and I don't like it.

Maybe if I get the girl
out of sight,

Rachel will forget about her.

Why don't you sell her to me?

She's not for sale.

Morning, Rachel.

Mr. Lewis?

What is it?

There's a Mr. Jackson outside
to see miss Rachel, sir.

Show him in, please.

Who's Jackson?

One of my wife's admirers
from Nashville.

I would say this rather
vindicates me.

Good morning, miss Rachel.

Mighty good to see you again.

Good morning, Mr. Jackson.

How do you do, Mr. Robards?

Well, Mr. Jackson.

This is my cousin Jason.

How do you do, sir?

And what brings you to
Harrodsburg, Mr. Jackson?

Why, I thought you knew.

My wife?

Your mother sent a letter
to Mrs. Donelson asking someone

to come for miss Rachel.

My mother sent a letter?

She said miss Rachel
wanted to come home.

Mrs. Donelson was
goin' to send Samuel

but he took sick, so I came
to fetch her instead.

Did she misunderstand?

No. She didn't misunderstand.

Well, that's good.

Well, it seems you made a long trip
for nothing, Mr. Jackson.

My wife has decided to stay here.

Did you change your mind,
miss Rachel?

No, I haven't changed my mind.

I want to go back to Nashville.

In that case, I'll be happy
to see you get safe home.

I'll say good-bye
to Mrs. Robards.

Just a minute, Rachel.

The only one who is
leaving is Mr. Jackson.

You'd better go get
your things, miss Rachel.

I think you better go,
Mr. Jackson.

I intend to shoot.

Start heading back, Mr. Jackson.

- Lewis, please!
- Get out!

You want to go,
don't you, miss Rachel?

Not if it means bloodshed.

Are you in this, too?

She's not my wife.

Then we'll be leaving.

Get your things, miss Rachel.

Lewis won't follow us.
He was in no condition to give chase.

It's not Lewis
I'm worried about.

You rest here.

I want to take a look
at the other side of that Ridge.

There's a band of Indians
paralleling our trail

the other side of that Ridge.

- I don't know how many.
- Do you think they've seen us?

I don't know.

We'll head for those rocky
flats along the stream.

If we make enough racket,
we'll sound like several horsemen,

then we'll fire into the woods
and make some more noise.

Now you stay right behind me.

- You ready?
- Ready.

3 of you men head up
in those trees!

We'll take the hill!
Split up, men!

Cut behind, sergeant!

I don't know how much
good that did,

but I think they'll
leave us alone now.

You were having a good time,
weren't you?

Ha! I like to graze danger.

Were you afraid?

Oh, no. I was too interested
watching you.

If I'd been an Indian,
I'd have thought

you were a whole band
of Militia.

Well, it's a good tactic,

and it works. Sometimes.

Mighty good to see you
smiling again, miss Rachel.

Mr. Jackson,

were there really
Indians back there,

or were you just trying to take
my mind off my troubles?

Both.

You tired?

Some.

There's an inn
a little ways up this trail.

I think we should
put up for the night.

If you think it best.

In this moonlight,
we'd be a pretty easy target.

We'd better stop.

I've caused you a lot of trouble.

Been no trouble for me,
miss Rachel.

I just want you to know
I'm grateful, Mr. Jackson.

You know, uh,

"Mr. Jackson"
sounds mighty formal

for 2 people
that have just fought off

a band of marauding Indians.

Well, then...
Thank you, Andrew.

Yes?

We just come down the trail
from Harrodsburg.

The night overtook us.

We'd like to stop here
till morning.

Well, we're pretty full up,

but I'll make room
for you somehow.

I'll take care of your horses
a little later on.

Man and wife?

No.

Drat. I was hoping you was.

You'll have to sleep
in the parlor then, miss.

And as for you, sir,

I'll have to put you in a bed

with 2 other men
at the top of the stairs.

It's the best I can do for you.

That's good enough.

You'll find the sofa
right comfortable, though.

I'll get you a blanket.

What time shall we
leave in the morning?

We should get away around sunup.

I'll come down and wake you.

There, this'll keep you warm.

Your pillow's on the sofa.

Thank you.

Good night, Andrew.

Good night, Rachel.

- Straight up at the top of the stairs.
- Thank you, sir.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Home again with our scalps intact.

Mother.

I was worried.

I expected you back last night.

Well, I thought it safer
not to travel

with the full moon.

Of course.
I hadn't thought of that.

Well, I'd best get on
into Nashville.

I'm due in court this morning.

Thank you, Andrew.

I'll see you tonight.

Oh, mother, I do
dislike coming back

and being a burden on you again,

but it was just--

never mind explaining, dear.

Lewis is here.

Here?

He rode all night
from Harrodsburg.

I can't explain, Rachel, I--

I can only say I'm sorry.

I know, I behaved
badly and stupidly,

but... I love you.

I want you to come back with me.

I can't.

I've lost all respect for you.

I know I deserve that,

but this won't ever
happen again, Rachel.

Believe me.

I no longer love you, Lewis.

I don't believe that.

I'm sorry, but it's true.

Then it is Jackson!

No, it isn't Mr. Jackson!

It's just that I feel
I could never trust you again.

It isn't important
what you feel.

You're my wife.
You've deserted me,

and I've come to get you.

Lewis, I never intend
to see you again.

In this territory, a wife does
what her husband tells her to do.

I've got plenty of
relations in Nashville,

and I'll be back with
them in the morning.

If there's any shooting done
between your relations and mine,

you'll have only
yourself to blame.

Whoa!

Colonel Stark!

Well, if it isn't miss Rachel

and the widow Donelson.

Oh, peach blossom?

Bless my soul!
We got visitors!

Careful of that gangplank,
peach blossom.

Don't you worry, cherry pie.

If I fall in, I'll float.

I'm certainly glad
to see you, ladies.

Thank you.

Well, I declare, Rachel,

there's something
wrong with nature.

You get prettier every day,
and I just get fatter.

Ha ha ha!

Well, let's sit
and visit a while.

We'll be out of the way
of the loading over there.

Ohh!

Keep that cargo moving.

We ain't half loaded yet.

You're a busy man,
colonel Stark,

so I'll get right to the point.

Can you take Rachel
with you to Natchez?

I want to send her
for a visit to my sister.

Miss Rachel,
I'd do anything for you,

but I simply couldn't
take that responsibility.

Then you've heard
about Lewis' threats.

Drat Lewis.
It ain't him I'm thinkin' about.

It's the dangerous journey
and them drat Indians.

Well, you're taking your wife.

We've risked our lives
together before.

Arrows bounce right off me.

I wear a 3-inch coat of armor.

Ha ha ha!

But if anything happened
to you, well...

I just couldn't take
that responsibility.

Cherry pie, she won't
take up much room.

She don't weigh nothin'.

That's important on a flatboat.

We figure I take up
the weight and space

of a bale of cotton.

But you... Ha ha.

We could make room.

Could you get one
of your brothers

to come along for protection?

No. Samuel isn't well,

and William doesn't think
I should go. But I--

well, I'd really like
to help you, but--

you understand my position,
Mrs. Donelson?

Yes, colonel Stark.

I shouldn't have troubled you.

Thanks, anyway.
Good-bye, Mrs. Stark.

- Good-bye, child.
- Good-bye.

Well, when Lewis shows up armed
and backed by his relations,

we'll just have to fight for you.

There'll be no bloodshed
on my account.

I'll go back to Harrodsburg
with him.

Rachel.

Mm.

Get dressed quickly.

- What is it, mother?
- It's almost dawn.

Colonel Stark has sent word.
He'll take you with him.

There's not time to pack much.

I'd about given you up!

We got here just about
as soon as we could.

Better get aboard in a hurry.

We've been waiting to cast off
as soon as you arrived.

Good-bye, mother.

Get aboard, child.
Get aboard.

Thank you, William.

Remember, who runneth away,
inviteth trouble to pursue.

Yes, William the cautious,
I'll remember.

All right, cast off that rope.

Pull in the gangplank.

Morning, miss Rachel.

Did my mother ask you
to make this trip?

I like to travel.

I asked you a simple question.

You'll have to excuse me
for the moment, miss Rachel.

I'm busy as a cat
on a hot griddle.

Welcome aboard, Rachel.

Thank you, Mrs. Stark.

Come along with me.
I'll show you where we'll bunk.

Aren't you lucky
that nice Mr. Jackson

happened to be going
to Natchez, too.

An amazing coincidence.

I said the very same thing.

We'll live in here, child.

It's cramped, but it'll
give us good privacy.

I said to cherry pie
when he built it,

'tain't big enough.

You can't cuss a cat in it
without gettin' fur in your mouth.

Now, you rest up a bit.

Andrew.

Do you have a free hand
for a cup of coffee?

I'll sure find one.

Thank you, Rachel.

You better get back under cover
before you catch your death.

I want to apologize.

I was rude and ungrateful
about your being along.

Don't ever apologize
for anything, Rachel.

Not you.

And never to me.

Now go on.

Get back in there
before you get soaked.

I'm supposed to be
looking after you.

It seems kind of indecent hanging
out such private garments

before a bachelor,
but we got no choice.

Oh, I think they know
more about us

than we give them credit
for knowing.

Colonel Stark bought me
these in New Orleans.

I just love 'em.

So does he.

Well... neither one of us

has any secrets
from the menfolks now.

Andy looks kind of moony
over there by himself.

Go talk to him
for a spell, Rachel.

Colonel Stark
says we'll be passing

into Spanish territory
pretty soon.

Oh, I figure a couple more days.

Will you be staying
in Natchez a while?

Just long enough to find a party going
back up the trace to Nashville.

I'm still Attorney General
back home.

Indians!

Get down behind the cargo!

Colonel Stark!

Stay under cover

till the current
carries us out of danger.

It's the only thing we can do.

Shouldn't we fire back?

Just a waste of ammunition.

Get rid of that top bale!

Throw it overboard!

Here.

Stay down.

We'll be out of range
in a minute.

Well, it's your boat, colonel,

but I still think
we're making a mistake

tying into shore for the night.

Andrew, I've got no choice.

I know this river.

There are rapids just ahead,

and I can't risk running
them in the dark.

You know the river,
but I know Indians.

They'll smell us out
before morning.

I'll throw you a stern line.

I don't like the look
of it, cherry pie.

I don't either,
but it can't be helped.

Andrew and I will stand guard.

I'll spend the night
on shore, colonel.

Better stay aboard, Andrew.

We'll need you in case
we're attacked in the darkness.

Well, we've got to have
some advance warning.

Only way to get it

is if one of us spends
the night ashore.

I guess you're right.

Zeb, you hear this, now.

At the first sound of a shot,

you take this ax
and cut that stern rope.

Let the current carry you
into midstream.

Yes, sir.

But how will you get back
if he cuts the rope?

You just stay under cover.

Come along, child.
We might as well try to sleep.

There's nothing we can do.

I think I'll watch for a spell.

Well, if I'm gonna get scalped,
I'd just as soon be asleep.

I'll look out from
the top of the cabin.

You get to the stern.

Yes, sir.

Cut the rope!

Cut the rope!

Don't you cut that rope yet!

- But Mr. Jackson said--
- I don't care what anybody said.

I'll cut it myself as soon
as he's safe aboard.

Now, you go watch from that end.

Colonel, you shout
as soon as you see Andrew.

Here he comes.

Why didn't you cut that rope?!

Don't yell at him, son.
Rachel wouldn't let us.

- Are you all right?
- Of course I'm all right!

Why didn't you cut the rope
like I told you to?

You didn't tell me.

And I never agreed, anyway.

Don't you know you could
all have been massacred?!

Don't you shout at me!

I've still got my scalp.
Have you got yours?

And besides,
what kind of a protector

goes gallivanting over the woods
chasing Indians?

What were you trying to do,
make a dead hero out of yourself?

Why did you do it?

I was showing off.

I like to graze danger.

Let go of my hands.

Well, we're almost there.

We're planning a party for you
next Tuesday, my dear.

We've invited practically
everybody in this territory.

But, aunt Sarah,
I can't possibly

make myself a dress by then.

I'm sure that one
of your cousins' dresses

will fit you perfectly, Rachel.

And we look about
the same size, Mr. Jackson.

Would you mind?

I sure wouldn't.

I can't think of
anything I'd rather do

than stand at the head
of a beautiful staircase

in a lovely gown and just...

Float down.

That just shows you
what a fool I can be.

I didn't think it possible

that you could be
more beautiful.

I'm so laced up,
I can hardly breathe.

My heart is pounding in my ears.

Well, by a strange coincidence,

my heart's pounding
in my ears, too,

and I'm not laced up.

Whew!

I staggered through that a sight
better than I thought I could.

Darling, I've been asking
in Natchez.

You can get an annulment
here in Spanish territory.

We can be married right away.

Then we could go home together.

No, we couldn't go home.

Why not?

We wouldn't be legally married
anyplace but here.

We could never go back?

Darling... this is
a beautiful territory.

What would be the matter

with spending the rest
of our lives here?

Andrew, I don't want you to have
to give up anything for me.

What would I be giving up
that means anything to me?

I couldn't be happy
anyplace in the world

without you.

We could build a good life
for ourselves here.

Marrying here
would only be a way

of getting around the law.

Our love is right and good.

Our marriage must be right
and good, too,

from the first instant.

I don't want it to imprison you
or cost you anything.

Rachel, it has to be here
or not at all.

Maybe if you went back and
talked to mother Robards.

She'd get Lewis to petition
for divorce.

He'd never set you free.

But we must try.

Go back and talk to
mother Robards, Andrew.

I know she'll do anything
she can to help me.

And then if there's
no other way,

I'll marry you here.

I'd do anything you asked me to.

Darling, why do we waste
months, maybe years

that we could have together now?

We just decided to wait.

You decided.

And you agreed.

I said I'd go back.

I didn't say I wanted to or even
that I thought it was best.

Rachel, I'm not a fickle man.

I've never loved before,
and I'll never love again,

but things can happen.

Let's be together now
while we can.

Andrew, I still have a husband.

- I can't just--
- All right.

Maybe I'll be back in 2 months,

or it'll be 2 years
or maybe not at all.

But if that risk
will make you happy,

I'll try and make you happy.

Maybe you'd prefer
not to come back at all.

Andrew, a mail rider
just arrived from Nashville.

There's a letter for you.

Thank you, colonel.

Rachel!

Darling, we can be married.

We can be married here
right away.

Lewis got a divorce.

Who sent the letter?

John. He wrote
the minute he heard.

Lewis went to
the legislature himself,

and they granted his petition.

Oh, I knew it was going
to turn our way.

Let me read the letter.
I'll tell you about it.

Andrew, there's something wrong
about the divorce.

It's not the way
we wanted it, darling,

but the fact is you're free.

But how did he get the divorce?

Rachel--

what were the grounds?

The thing that's important here
is that we can be married.

Andrew, what were the grounds?

He accuses you of adultery.

But...

With whom?

He names me.

Darling...

Try to think only of what
this means to us.

You're a man.

I don't think you can understand
what this means to me.

I think I can.

It means that
I'm marked for life.

Rachel, listen to me.

The divorce is already granted,
so let's make the best of it.

Let's not let anything
mar our future now,

especially the past.

How could he have been
so spiteful?

Darling, don't be unhappy now.

Please.

We were married,

and for a while,
time had no meaning.

We stayed on in Natchez,

and the days spread into weeks,

and the weeks drifted
into months.

Oh, Andrew, look.

Someday I'm going to have
a track of my own,

race my own horses.

Do you like to gamble?

I married you.

Someday I'm gonna build you
a home just like that.

With 6 columns?

With 6 columns.

Andrew, let's go back
to Nashville

to build that home.

Right now?

Right now.

So we came home to Tennessee.

Andrew bought a place for me.

Not a big place at first.

Land was getting high,
almost 10 cents an acre,

which was about all
he had to his name.

But Andrew kept his word.

He promised me a house
with 6 columns.

Well, it had 6 columns...

Sort of.

Anything else you want,
miss Rachel?

No, thank you, Moll.

Good night, Moll.
Good night.

What are you frettin' about?

I'm beginning to worry, Andrew.

Why?

When Jane was married
as long as we've been,

she'd already had one child,
second one on the way.

We'll have children,
don't you worry.

There's plenty of time.

I'll go see who it is.

Sorry to trouble you
this time of night, Andrew.

Come in, John.

Good evening, John.

Evening, Rachel.

If it's trouble
that's on your trail,

you've come to the right
place for support.

I'm afraid it's not me, but
you the trouble's headed for.

I came to warn you before you
heard about it from someone else.

What's this all about, John?

Could I speak to you
alone, Andrew?

If you think you're
going to break bad news

to Andrew alone, John Overton,

you'd better change
your mind in a hurry.

Well, all right, then.

Lewis never got any divorce
from Rachel.

I don't understand.

Well, Lewis got his divorce
over 2 years ago.

We all know that.

He petitioned the legislature.

All they granted him
was the right to sue.

Then Andrew
and I aren't married.

John, everybody--

everybody was wrong.

- The papers--
- The papers were wrong.

And if Lewis knew
about our mistake,

he took his sweet time
before he did anything.

Did anything?
What has he done now?

He sued last week for divorce.

It was granted.

Well, there's no question
of grounds this time.

But, John, how could
this have happened?

How?

I don't know, but it did.

The way things get twisted,

the way news travels
in this part of the country.

I'm a lawyer.
I should have known better.

I should have gone
to the legislature myself

and looked into the records!

And I'm to blame for passing
the rumor on to you.

I'll kill him.

I'll hunt him down and kill him.

I know what a blow this is
to both of you, Andrew, but...

Killing Lewis isn't
going to solve anything.

We'll have to be
married again, Andrew.

And admit publicly
that Lewis was right?

No!

Well, I'll go on back
to Nashville.

You two talk it over tonight.

I'll be in our office
when you want me.

Good night, Rachel.

Thanks.

Let me know what you decide.

Only don't decide
on anything foolish.

We'll have to be married again.

And admit that we don't recognize
our own marriage ourselves?

I told you no!

Oh, Andrew.

Darling, even if it galls you,
do it for my sake.

Do it because it'll help me,

so that when
our children do come,

no one will ever
be able to hurt them.

Do it because you love me.

All right, Rachel.

I'll do it because you asked me,
not because I think it's right,

but because I can't
deny you anything

that's in my power to give you.

Ohh...

I pronounce you man and wife.

Now, Jane and I
have fixed a cake.

Come along, Rachel.

You're going to have to cut it.

Andrew thinks we ought to
go home right away, mother.

You simply can't.

Andrew, is that any expression

for a bridegroom to wear?

I'm sorry, mother Donelson.

Come along.

Well, it isn't everyone
that can have 2 weddings.

I mean...

Let me help you, mother.

It seems to me William
could have got here

whether he approved or not.

Oh, I didn't really
expect he'd be here.

He never thought
I should have married Andrew

in the first place.

Well, he can go hang
as far as I'm concerned.

Here's my list.

I'll wait.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Phariss.

Afternoon, Mr. Clark.

Can you fill out
that order for me, please?

Why, certainly, Andrew.

I hear today's your wedding day.

You heard right.

Well, these aren't very fancy
for a wedding present, but...

I wish you'd give them
to Mrs. Jackson

with my compliments.

Well, thank you.

She'll appreciate them.

I'd like to ask Rachel...

Look out, Jason.

Which one of you
mentioned my wife's name?

I did.

What did you say?

Sure you'd like to hear?

What did you say?

I said I wonder whose bed

Rachel will be putting
her moccasins under next.

Andrew!

He's not worth killing.

Giddyup!

Giddyup!

Git!

I've got no right
to sulk and be mean.

I just don't want you
to be unhappy.

I warned you once
I was bad-tempered.

They gave you good cause.

Here, let me clean you up
a little bit.

What's happened, Mr. Cruthers?

We found him here
a few minutes ago.

The creeks must have ambushed
him and taken his horse.

They burned
the Henderson place, too.

Looks like he's been
dead since morning.

Who is he?

William.

Oh, William.

Oh, William!

He stopped at my place
this morning.

Said he was going
to his sister's wedding.

Andrew.

He was on his way to be with us.

We'd best all meet
in Nashville tonight.

Tell everybody
it looks like the creeks

are aimin' to wipe us out
for good this time.

When the Indians

continued to raid
and burn our homes,

Andrew organized the Militia
to fight them.

He recruited his men,
and he trained them himself.

And when they were ready,
he led them.

This was our first Militia,

and it was the first
of many separations to come.

The first one, I think,
was the most difficult.

He'll be back in no time,
miss Rachel.

He'll be back before
plantin' time comes around.

Git up!

If I was young, which I ain't,

and if I had any brains,
which I ain't,

I sure wouldn't marry
no soldier.

Andrew wasn't a soldier
when I married him.

And when he married you,

you sure wasn't
no workhorse, neither.

Whoa.

Whoa!

Howdy, Mrs. Jackson!

Jacob!
What are you doing back?

Headin' home.
The Indian war is over.

Looks like you married yourself
a hero, Mrs. Jackson.

Where's Andrew?

He's comin' up the road.

Oh.

Ohh!

We licked 'em good and proper,

and Andy signed a treaty
with the creeks,

and from now on, it--

don't you want to hear
about the war?

Ohh!

Rachel!

Oh, no.

Rachel.

Oh, Andrew, I wanted to--

I was trying to--

darling...

You're so thin.

I lost a few pounds.

Are you all right?

Hard as nails.

Oh, Andrew.

Rachel.

- What's that?
- I almost forgot. Come on.

Wait here.

It's a baby.

Well, you said you wanted one.

And since I've been
away over a year,

this is the best
I could do for you.

Andrew, what is this all about?

It's an Indian baby
I found on the battlefield

with its dead mother.

We've killed so many
of his people,

I figured we owed him a life.

The poor little mite.

Can we keep him?
I don't see why not.

When I asked the Indians
to take it,

they were gonna kill him.

No!

How helpless...

And dear.

This is the last spoonful.

I believe that's all he wants, too.

Well, Andrew,

what shall we name our son?

Well, the Indians
called him Lincoya.

Lincoya?

What does it mean?

"The abandoned one."

Well, Lincoya,
we won't abandon you.

Oh, Andrew,
you'll choke the boy.

Oh, he was starved.

How long have you had him?
Oh, 6 weeks.

Well, what have you
been feeding him?

Brown sugar and water.

Hasn't he had any milk?

Now, where would I get milk?

From a cow.

Well, my men did find one cow.

They had it killed and eaten

before I could find a pail
to get under it.

It's a wonder this child's alive.

It's a wonder
any of us are alive.

Well, come on, young fella.

Time your mother put you to bed.

Down we go.

Moll and I have almost finished
planting the spring crops.

You'll find the place has shown
a good profit while you were away.

Too bad you got the crops in.

Too bad?
Well, why?

Well, somebody else
will reap the harvest.

It won't belong to us.

Now, who will it belong to
if not to us?

Well, the crops,
the land, the house

don't belong to us right now.

Rachel...

I had to sell everything we own.

You've sold our home?

Right over our heads.

Oh, Andrew!

Well, darling,

our troops needed
food and ammunition.

I had to buy it for them.
The contractors wanted cash.

Only way I could get supplies
was to sell everything I could.

Well, you'll get it all back.

Surely the government
will make it up to you.

That don't seem likely, honey.

They're 5 years behind
paying me as Attorney General.

Well, at least we don't
owe anybody anything.

I wish that was true.

The fact is,
I've had to sign notes

putting myself in debt
for the next 15 years.

Andrew, if we've no home,
where are we going to live?

Oh, I stopped in Nashville

just long enough
to buy us a new place.

I'm going to make it
the showplace of this country.

Now, how can we buy a new place
if we haven't any money?

Well, that's why we're in debt.

I figure the time to dare to
pull yourself up to the heights

is when everyone thinks
you've failed.

I do you a great injustice, Andrew.

Once in a while,
I worry about the future.

I was foolish to have worried.

Andrew built the house
he promised me,

and we named it "the hermitage."

Oh, it was mighty fine.

There was only one thing wrong.

Andrew never spent much time in it.

When he wasn't off
fighting Indians,

he was in Washington city
fighting congress.

He went away so often
I made him promise

that if I died first,

he'd make my tombstone
an angel waving good-bye.

While Andrew was away,

the ladies of Nashville
invited me to join

their culture club.

I accepted because it seemed
an honor to my husband.

Thank you, Henry.

Mrs. Phariss.

I've been watching
for you, Mrs. Jackson.

I've done a dreadful thing,

and I had to see you
to explain it.

Well, if I can be of any help.

Well...

When I first invited you
to join our club, Mrs. Jackson,

I didn't consult
our other members.

I thought, now that
your husband's a senator,

it would be quite all right,

but it seems that it isn't.

The majority of the ladies
here today

threatened to walk out
the moment that you come in.

I won't come in, Mrs. Phariss.

It seemed that
people just wouldn't forget.

I made up my mind then never
to risk humiliation again.

I'd stay at the hermitage

and make our home what we'd
always wanted it to be,

a safe retreat from the world.

- Oh, miss Rachel.
- Moll, what is it?

You was away.

We--we sent for the doctor
as soon as we could.

What happened?

Lincoya.

Doctor, what--

oh...

Oh...

Oh, Moll.

What wrong have I done
that I should be punished?

Am I really an evil woman?

Why you ask that, miss Rachel?

My husband is persecuted
because of me...

God denies me children
of my own...

And he takes away
the child that I was given.

Miss Rachel...

Do you think
them Christian martyrs

standing before the lions
and tigers...

Do you think they asked
the good lord

if they was being punished?

Of course they never.

And that's why they're saints.

Andrew finally came home,

and I invited
some of his friends

to the hermitage
to celebrate the occasion.

The men accepted,

but the wives still refused
our hospitality.

Well, I may be too old
to beat you on foot, captain,

but I'll contrive to do so
on horseback.

Are you gentlemen going
to desert me all evening?

Do forgive us, Mrs. Jackson.

You're either talking
politics or racing.

Which is it?

You don't talk politics,
you argue them.

It's racing.

Andrew just agreed
to run his horse

against greyhound next Tuesday.

Well, I think it's only fair
to warn you, captain Irwin,

that Tuesday's
my husband's lucky day.

And it's only fair
to warn you, Mrs. Jackson,

my son-in-law
is a fine horseman.

All the better.

We have a wager
and a race, Mr. Jackson.

We have, sir.

May I claim my husband,
gentlemen?

I haven't had him back long.
Why, of course.

And how much have
you bet this time?

5,000.

5,000!

Should I have bet more?

We haven't got $5,000.
You know that.

Ah, no one else knows it.

And what if we lose?

My note is good.
No one would refuse it.

Andrew, sometimes I think politics
have taught you to be devious.

I didn't have to be taught.

I come from a long line
of horse traders.

Good night, Andrew.

- It's good to have you home again.
- Well, thank you, Jed. Good night.

Good night, John.

Good night, Andrew.

Good night, John.

Well...

You tired?

Some.

Well, if you don't mind,
I think I'm going

to have another pipe
before going up.

Well, I'll sit with you.

There's nothing I'd like better.

Well, I think our little party
was a complete success.

I haven't been so contented
in over a year.

You know, I'm gettin'
mighty tired of life

in Washington city.

I'm happiest here
at the hermitage

with you and my old friends.

Did I say something funny?

No, my love, it's--

it's just that
I forgot to tell you.

One night while you were gone
and I was very lonely,

I tried to smoke your pipe.

Did you like it?

It nearly strangled me.

Well, you didn't go about it right.

Here, I'll teach you.

Oh, no, I--

well, Moll would be scandalized.

She won't see you.
Now try it.

Well...

Now, don't swallow
smoke at first.

Take short puffs
till you get used to it.

- I've mastered it.
- Well, not quite.

Now you're used to the smoke,

I'll show you how to
exhale it properly.

Now, first hold
some of the smoke

in your mouth for a moment.

Is there anything else
I can do for you, miss Rachel?

Shall I get Alfred
to get some ham

from the smokehouse
for breakfast?

Miss Rachel,

do you think
Mr. Jackson would like

some of them fancy pancakes
we cooked while he was away?

Oh, they sure is
something fancy--

is we used one cup
or 2 cups of cream?

Seems like one cup's a-plenty.

You mighty red in the face,
miss Rachel.

Is you all right?

Yes, Moll.

Oh, Andrew.

I'll join you right after the race.

My heart is fluttering
like a bird.

You're not frettin'
about the outcome, are you?

Well, some, but then I come
from a long line of fretters.

Mrs. Jackson.

Good afternoon, captain.

Quite a few people
have shown up.

There seems to be unusual
interest in this race.

So it seems.

I hear most of the betting
is on greyhound.

Oh? I hadn't heard.

I do hope you're a good
loser, Mrs. Jackson.

Our horse isn't going
to lose, Mrs. Phariss.

I'll bet you my carriage
and horses against yours.

If you wish, Mrs. Jackson.

I do.

Shall we consider this our bet?

Very well.

Thank you.

He's sure rarin' to go,
Mr. Jackson.

We'll take the lead
and hold it all the way.

And that's a fact.

That horse sure don't like
no other horse's tail in its face.

Ladies and gentlemen...

They about to begin to
commence, miss Rachel?

About.

Mr. Jackson on Truxton.

One turn around the course.

I'll have...

The carriage delivered
to you in the morning,

Mrs. Jackson.

Oh, no, I--

I made this bet in anger.

I--I ask you not

to hold me to it, Mrs. Phariss,

please.

Thank you.

I must go congratulate Andrew.

Mr. Jackson!

You won, Mr. Jackson!
You did it! You won!

You bet we did, Ajax!

We won!

I was never so excited
in my life.

Didn't I tell you
I had the fastest horse

in this territory?

Mr. Jackson?

I shall have to give you my note.

Is that acceptable to you?

I should have expected you
to accept mine.

Thank you, sir.

A devious man, my husband.

- Pardon me, boy.
- Andy! Excuse me.

Andy, congratulations.

It was a good race.

Race?
I didn't see it.

What in thunderation are
you congratulating me for?

Why, hasn't anyone told you?

That I won?
I was on the horse!

No, I mean the appointment.

Haven't you heard?

The Militia!

You're married
to a general, Rachel.

Governor Blount signed
the appointment this morning

at the statehouse.

This is just about the best Tuesday
we've ever had.

Did you hear?

Andy's been appointed
to head the state Militia.

Excellent choice, in my opinion.

Andrew's been a fine Attorney General,
a good congressman.

And as a soldier,

no one can question his daring.

No one?

He's famous for a daring exploit.

He captured another man's wife.

Andrew...

Would you take me
to the carriage, please?

Excuse us, gentlemen.

I'll have Samuel take you home.

I want to go home with you.

I can't leave right now.

Andrew, fate's been
very kind to us today.

We can afford to be generous.

I'll have Samuel take you home.

I had to challenge him, Rachel.

Why?

He gave me no choice.

Your courage and your reputation
don't require you to duel.

If I ignore him now,
it will only goad him

to greater insults the next time.

Let him make his foolish charges.

I can bear his insults.

The men under my command
in the Militia

expect courage
from their leader.

If I don't have their respect,
I might as well resign.

Andrew, is it your honor or mine
that you're fighting for?

If it's mine,

then the decision
should be mine.

There is no difference.

It's an excuse to murder!

That may well be.
He's a far better shot than I am.

And if he kills you?

Am I better off

a widow whose name
has been defended?

Rachel, I've already
challenged him.

I can't withdraw.

You're a lawyer.
You're breaking the law.

You know it's illegal
to duel here.

We're going over the line
into Kentucky.

When?

Tomorrow morning.

Andrew...

If I'm to be the cause
of all your quarrels

for the rest of your life,

then you give me no choice.

I must leave you.

I will not let you be
killed because of me,

nor will I let you take
another man's life.

I must leave you.

You'd leave me now?

No. No.

Oh, Andrew, please.

Please don't do this.

If Mr. Dickinson's bullet kills you,
it kills me, too.

Let him say
what he will about me.

No man can say what he will
about my wife.

Rachel...

I've failed you
a great many times

at a great many things,

and I hope you'll forgive me.

But I couldn't expect you
to forgive me

if I lived without honor.

Now let's go to bed.

Andrew?

Andrew?

Hmm?

Darling, you wanted
to be wakened by 4:00.

It's almost 4:00.

That'll be John and Dr. May.

Ready, Andrew?

Right away.

Be careful.

I'll be careful.

Come home to me
as quickly as you can.

What you got them old clothes
on for, miss Rachel?

I've been working
the fields, Moll.

Now what do you
want to do that for?

If there's work to do,
there's men to do it.

The men can't help me today.

Well, I'm going along
with you, then.

Go to bed, miss Rachel.

Please go to bed.

No.

When we finish this,
we'll find something else to do.

He ain't hurt.

I just know he ain't.

If he were all right,

he'd have been home by sundown.

Don't cry, honey.

Andrew!

He's been hurt.

Oh, Andrew.

Rachel.

How bad is it?

The ball racked his breastbone.

Broke his ribs.

I tried to get him to stay
at the tavern,

but he insisted it was more
important to get back to you.

He should've been
attended to at once.

Dickinson wasn't bragging.

His aim was perfect.

He shot me exactly where
he supposed my heart was beating.

Keep talking, Andrew.

But you know how loosely
that frock coat fits me?

Well, standing sidewise
as we did,

it billowed out in front of me.

I never thought it'd do
any good in this world

to wear fancy clothes.

But it saved my life
by half an inch.

He'll be all right.

But I still can't understand

how Andrew could've
stood up and fired

with a bullet so near his heart.

How is Mr. Dickinson?

He's dead.

Oh, Andrew.
What can we do?

Why won't people leave us alone?

Rachel,

I promise you

I'll lift you so high,

no one will dare whisper
a word against you

for the rest of our lives.

Trust me, please.

My dear wife,

each phase of this war seems
to take me further away.

My one consolation

in the midst
of hardship and death

is recalling the peace
of the hermitage.

I like to think of you
sitting at the hearth,

your mending in your lap,
the clock ticking the hours away.

It is a picture from which
I derive great comfort.

I'm glad you're not
harvesting a crop this year.

With the men all away,

the work is too hard
for a woman.

We've had
a little rain recently.

It's set the men to grumbling,
as the roads become impassable,

and we have to sit around and wait,
and tents don't afford much shelter.

Cannon are difficult to move
in this mud.

You've no idea

how exasperating
such things can be.

I haven't forgotten my promise
to raise you to the heights.

Grant me a few years' grace.

We shall see what
the future holds,

your devoted husband, Andrew.

December 10, 1814.

Andrew's letters never failed,

even when they were written
in despair and defeat.

Then at New Orleans,
he gave his country

one of the greatest victories
in our history.

When the early morning
fog lifted,

3,000 of the enemy
lay dead and wounded.

Andrew lost only 8
of his own men.

No one could've been prouder
of him than I was.

He came home again,

and we had a year or so
together.

But I knew that Andrew
was never destined

to be peaceful for long.

What's the matter with you?

I won't do it.
He has no right to ask me.

I've served my country
enough for one man.

Who has no right to
ask you what, Andrew?

I'm a soldier, not a politician,
and I've had enough soldiering.

Will you stand still long enough
to tell me what you're talking about?

The governor wants me
to return to the senate.

Well, I'm not going to do it.

If he wants a man
in Washington city,

let him go himself!

I have no intention of ever
leaving the hermitage again.

Now there's no use
arguing with me.

My mind is made up!

So Andrew was off
to Washington again,

and what had promised
to be only a year or so,

stretched into 4 and 5

and more.

I can't remember now.

October 6, 1825.

My dear husband,

your last letter
was most reassuring.

I'm delighted to know

that things are going so well
for you in Washington.

But I'm especially
delighted to hear

that you're learning
to control your temper.

It's good to know
that my husband

is a man of peace at last.

I do hope when you return
after this session

it'll be to stay.

Since you've never
really cared for politics,

it's foolish to continue
in a profession

that keeps us apart.

I know this summer together
with no thought of public office

will be the happiest
of our lives.

Since you've asked
for my opinion,

you're going to get it.

There's only one thing

that can keep you
from being president,

and that's you yourself.

You and your dang temper.

Now look here--

if you accept this honor, Andy,
you've got to accept

the responsibility
that goes with it.

You can't fight back
the way you fought

all your life.

You tell this man

how even-tempered
I've become, Rachel.

Go ahead, John.

I don't think you've got
a gnat's notion

of the kind of dirty campaign
you've let yourself in for.

They're determined back east
not to have a western president,

and there's no weapon
your enemies won't use against you,

no matter how rotten
or dishonest.

Well, a little name-calling
won't rile me, John.

Even if it involves Rachel?

This is my fight, not Rachel's.

We're no strangers
to abuse, John.

They'll dip their arrows
in venom, Rachel.

They'll wound you, if they can,

to goad Andrew into fighting.

They know if Andrew's temper
makes him kill somebody,

it'll re-elect Adams.

Otherwise, you think I might

conceivably make
a good president.

If you're not hanged
in the meantime.

Well, thank you, John.

I'll weigh my temper
with my wife

and let you know what we decide.

Well, just don't forget:

You've been warned.

Good night, Rachel.

Take care of yourself.

Good night, John.

How would you like
to be first lady?

How would you like
to be president?

Why don't you figure
on going into Nashville,

soon as you're feeling better,

order yourself
an inauguration dress.

What'll I do with
an inauguration dress

if you're not elected?

Isn't it a little late in life
to stop gambling with me?

Here's something
I had made for you

just in case you decided to run.

It goes in the back
of your watch

to remind you not
to lose your temper.

Well, what do you think of that?

In case you don't recognize it,
it's me.

That's just about
the nicest present

you could've thought of.

I wanted to surprise you.

But I'm afraid I'm the one
who got the surprise

when I saw that portrait.

I've always thought of myself
as I was when we first met.

I don't need any artist
to help jog my memory.

Unfortunately, the poor artist

couldn't paint me
from your memory.

He had to paint me as he saw me.

Well, it's a fine present, Rachel.

I thank you.

Ah, I've learned
all of your bad habits,

none of your good ones.

When we get to Washington city,

we're either going to have
to refine our vices...

or else keep 'em a secret.

Let's just keep them secret.

You got no business
coming into town

without telling Mr. Jackson.

You ain't well, and you know it

and I know it and he knows it.

Oh, stop your grumbling, Moll.

They aren't going
to frighten me off.

I want to hear my husband speak.

He ain't gonna say nothing
you ain't heard before

and won't hear again.

It has been said

that I've had
more experience in uniform

than in government.

That is true.

I might add that it was also true

of general Washington.

Are you comparing yourself
with general Washington?

He was a gentleman.

You're a gambler!

I can't deny that.

I've loved to gamble all my life.

It's no secret.

You're a murderer!

You killed Charles Dickinson
in cold blood.

I defended my honor.

He was killed in a fair duel.

You stole another man's wife!

I stole no man's wife.

We don't want an adulterer
as president, do we?

No!

And we don't want a prostitute
as first lady.

What man of you said that?

I did.

Jason Robards.

We don't want a murderer

or an adulteress
in the white house.

Don't be a fool, Andrew!

You're playing right
into their hands.

Miss Rachel!

Crowd, chanting:
Adams can write.

Jackson can fight.

Rachel can smoke
an old Clay pipe.

But Adams will win,

to Andy's chagrin,

and Rachel will pay
the wages of sin.

Adams can write.

Jackson can fight.

Rachel can smoke
an old Clay pipe.

But Adams will win,

to Andy's chagrin...

What happened to her?

She went into Nashville
to be with me,

and her strength failed her.

Help her!

I'll probably have
to bleed her again.

Hasn't she been bled enough?

Is there any word yet?

I don't want you to worry
about the election.

I want you to worry
about getting well.

Tell me as soon as you hear.

I'll tell you as soon as I hear.

Has anyone been out
to tell you yet?

We got word on the tally.

You've been elected!

Did you hear that, Andy?

You've been elected!

I'm awake.

We're going to Washington city.

It's...

Definite?

Samuel and John came by
to tell me just now.

You're the first lady.

You kept your promise.

You've kept every promise
you ever made to me.

I was careful not to make any
I couldn't keep.

Mr. President.

How can I tell you, Andrew?

Well, don't try.

You just hurry and get well.

Think you can sleep now?

Well, you try.

I'll leave the door open.

Andrew.

Andrew!

Rachel.

Rachel.

Moll!

Andrew.

Yes, Rachel?

I want to tell you...

I'm glad I never left you,

even for your own sake.

I'm not going to Washington city
with you after all.

You're going with me.

Do you hear?

You're going with me.

You're going to be
there beside me.

I can't.

Don't carry a spite with you.

They killed her.

They killed her

just as sure as she was born.

In the presence
of this gentle soul,

I can and do forgive
mine enemies.

But those vile wretches
who slandered her

must look to god for mercy.

President of the United States.

Well...

Here we are, Rachel.

Look at them.

Some of those good people
feel sorry for me.

More fools they.

They don't know what memories
I've brought with me.

They can't see
the way you looked

that first day we met

when our whole lives
lay ahead of us.

I remember the way the wind
blew your hair back,

sitting there in the prow
of that old riverboat

and the look of trust
that was always there

when there was danger to face.

What a vision you were
at the top of those stairs.

And the way you looked
with Lincoya,

crowding his poor little life
into a few short years,

and the way you always ran to me
when I came home again.

Why, I have enough memories
to sustain me all the days of my life.