All language subtitles for north.and.south.1985.s01e04.720p.web.h264-apricity[eztv].eng

And there's the favored man himself,
Miss Ashton's beau and intended.

Don't worry, Billy.

Ashton has a good many callers...

but there isn't one
who has gotten her to accept.

Courage.

- Well done, Virgilia.
- And warmly, too.

My word's not something I take lightly,
George. You should know that.

Miss Virgilia, Galen DeVere, your servant.

May I have the signal honor of this dance?

It would be my pleasure, Mr. DeVere.

She is the soul of charm, so far.

And knowing her, that's what worries me.

One moment, sweet Ashton.

Gentlemen, these long and studious faces.

Is there no mirth extant?

You, gentleman,
young Lochinvar of the North...

are you availing yourself sufficiently
of our decadent Southern delights?

We dance and drink
a good deal up North, too, you know.

And court the ladies as well, I suppose.

The essential liberties,
long may they prevail.

I can safely say
all Americans are in favor of that.

Yes, but some of us would go to greater
lengths than others...

to defend them.

Huntoon obviously has some
rather definite views on states' rights.

Definitely. Somewhat prickly
from the Northern point of vantage.

Is that so?

Perhaps not prickly, merely logical.

In the matter of the basic freedoms,
such as private property, for example.

Universally respected, as far as I know.

Under the states' rights doctrine...

the holding of slaves
is a matter to be decided...

by the sovereign states themselves,
rather than an overreaching...

power hungry, and I must say it,
a meddling federal government.

Sir, that's wrong.

Slaves are human beings,
not things, not private property.

Well then,
you'd best read the constitution.

I quote from the 10th Amendment
of that revered document.

"The powers not delegated
to the United States by the constitution...

"nor prohibited by it to the States...

"are reserved to the States
and the people thereof."

I beg you to look into it,
my Northern friend.

You seem very quiet, Madeline.

Am I?

I'm sorry. I've forgotten my manners.

No, your manners are impeccable.
It's your spirit I'm talking about.

I know a man who suffers
much the same way you do.

Are there others like me?

That's the tragedy
of feeling sorry for oneself.

It obliterates one's sympathies for others.

Very clever, Madeline,
but you needn't be with me.

I'm your friend. And I'm his friend, too.

My, now, aren't you two the pair?

Are you proposing already, Forbes?

I guess you could say that
in a way, Miss Ashton.

- What I proposed was-
- Forbes has invited me to the races.

To see his stallion win.

How exciting. I just love stallions.

They're so wild and violent and powerful.

Then you'd love Cannonade.

I rode him over today. He's in your stable.

Forbes, do take me to see him
right this minute.

I want to see him up close.
I want to touch him.

I suppose I could. Miss Brett?

No, thank you, Forbes.

I'll wait and see him at the races.
You and Ashton go.

Let's hurry, Forbes.

I want to see that stallion.
Maybe I'll ride him.

In that dress?

I suppose I could take it off.

Very dense in that swamp of politics.

You're lucky to get away from that crowd
with both your temper and honor intact.

For the most part,
I'm a lover, not a fighter. It's a party.

Good evening, Ashton.

Why is your cousin so cold to me?

Determined to get burned, are you?

If I can't take Ashton away
from James Huntoon, I don't deserve her.

You're missing something
that would be a lot better for you.

Brett.

She's a darling.
And she's capable of loving.

That's a faculty
Lady Ashton does not possess.

One in 10,000, Billy. I know her.

Will you excuse me?

Evening, ma'am.

Thank you, Lord. Amen.

Stop it!

Frighten you, missy?

Fright? No. Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

There's no reason to apologize.
It's absolutely fine and I'm all right.

You're...

Grady.

Coachman for Mr. Huntoon.

Grady. I see.

I'm Virgilia, Grady. Hazard.

I am Virgilia Hazard.

It's been my pleasure, ma'am.

Forbes.

You love me, Forbes?

Yes, I think I do.

You are such a man, Forbes.
More than I dreamed of.

Even if I decide I have to marry James
for the power and all...

I will still want you.

Billy!

You.

It was all your fault.

- Ready?
- Yes.

It's been so nice being with you
these last few days, Billy.

I feel the same way.

I'm beginning to wish
I'd never have to leave.

Can you believe that?

I do like you, Brett.

I do.

Billy.

Brett.

Damn you.

For what? For knowing what you are?

You don't care for Brett.

You're just trying to punish me
because you don't understand.

Ashton, I understand what I saw.

Do you?

Then you know that he's more of a man
than you'll ever be.

You had your chance, Billy.
You just weren't man enough to take it.

You deserve Brett.
You're babies, both of you.

Miss Gili, we best ride on home now.
A storm is coming on.

No, Cuffey, I don't want to go home.
This is exciting.

Mr. Orry, he'd be mad with me
if you got wet and caught a cold.

I can handle Mr. Orry.

Have you worked for him long?

Yes, ma'am. Him and his daddy,
Mr. Tillet, before him.

Are you happy...

being a slave to people
no better than yourself?

They're only human, Cuffey, as you are.

I don't like it,
but I gots to do what I'm told.

But why? We're all equal, Cuffey.

Men and women, black and white.

Nobody's any better or any worse
than anyone else.

Miss, we gots to go home.
This rain's fixing to come down heavy.

Do you want to escape, Cuffey?

Do you want to run away North?

Because if you do, I'll help you today.

Go on, miss, don't talk like that.

All I wants to do is get you on home
safe and sound. That's all I wants to do.

All right. I'll race you.

What happened?

Wheel's gone busted.

Mr. Huntoon and his party
took the horses and rode off for home.

Cuffey, how far is Mont Royal?

Couple hours, miss.
Bit more in this storm.

You ride on.
Tell Mr. George that I'm safe...

and I'm staying here in this coach
until the rain stops.

I don't want to do that, miss.
Supposing he blames me for leaving you?

He won't. Just tell him I was tired
of getting wet and couldn't go any further.

I sent you to tell them I was all right.
Go on now.

I'll be all right.

Hello, Grady.

You remember.

Come inside with me.

I want to talk to you.

What you wants to talk to a slave about?

You have pride, Grady.
You don't seem like a slave.

I want to be your friend.

There ain't no white lady in Carolina
friend to a man like me.

I'm from the North...

and we hate slavery.

I belong to an organization
that helps escaped slaves start new lives...

as free men.

Free?

I thinks on it all the time.

But the risk?

It's worth it, Grady.

It is. At any risk.

You're saying you wants to help me?

And I'll do anything
to prove you can trust me.

That I accept you as an equal.

You wants to lay with me, don't you?

Because I'm something different.

Don't flatter yourself.

You knows what they'd do to me?
Just for...

touching you?

I won't let them punish you, Grady.

Never.

I don't believe in never.

About a mile down off the track...

there's this old barn.

They won't be coming back for you
till morning.

Won't they wonder
why we didn't just stay here?

No, ma'am.

Doors done busted.

Water be coming in the coach.

But Cuffey, he'll remember.

He won't say nothing.

He knows me.

You sure...

you wants this?

Yes.

I ain't doing this just for you...

'cause you wants it.

I do it 'cause I wants it, too.

Grady, where's Miss Virgilia?

- Inside. She be fine, sir.
- Thank God.

I guess you couldn't stay
with the carriage the way it was.

No, sir, but I knew you'd be coming.
Know you'd find us here.

Virgilia! Are you all right?

Thank heavens you're safe.

Safe, yes. And hungry.

George, you certainly
took your time getting here.

Yes, Grady is a good nigger.

He's just the boy to have at your back
in a time of need.

I simply cannot
thank you enough for him, Mr. Huntoon.

I assure you...

he made a distressing situation
into almost a pleasure.

I've never understood what people have
against a good personal servant myself.

I find it no different
than any other amenity.

And a slave is more loyal than a hireling.

Grady, I could care for you.

I almost believes that.

It's true. I swear it.

Did you talk to the man from Charleston?

Steamer puts out tomorrow night
for Philadelphia.

He can stow me away on it...

for more money than all I'm worth.

Here. This is all the money that I have.
Will it be enough?

- That's more than...
- Never mind. You'll need it.

Can you read this?

I taught myself.

"1221 State Street. Philadelphia."

It's a safe house run by friends. Quakers.

Go quickly, and I'll be with you soon.

Take that away, Rachel.

Patricia, strawberries
would suit me just fine.

Aren't you feeling well
this morning, Ashton?

Since the Hazards have come to visit,
I've all but lost my appetite.

Would you care to explain yourself, sister?

Why, brother Orry, I meant no offense.

It's just that with the excitement and all
I have no interest in food.

James, welcome. Join us, please.

This is not a social call, sir.

Are you aware
that one of my slaves has run off?

We did hear Grady was missing.

As much as I hate to say it, sir,
I find it more than a coincidence...

that a slave who never showed
the slightest sign of dissatisfaction...

should run off while you're entertaining
visitors from up North!

Just what are you suggesting, Huntoon?

I am not suggesting, sir,
I'll say it straight out.

Did you help my slave escape,
Miss Hazard?

Just a minute, Mr. Huntoon!
You are addressing my sister.

Yes, I am, sir! Please be kind enough
to let her answer.

Virgilia, I suggest
that you and I retire upstairs.

I think that's an excellent idea.

No. Mr. Huntoon has come here
for an answer.

I'm afraid he won't leave until he gets one.

Then tell him that it's not true.

If one of his prisoners escaped, Stanley...

then I wish that man
all the luck in the world.

That's not an answer, Miss Hazard!

Nor do you deserve one...

until you give us
reason for your suspicion. A good reason.

On the night of the storm...

this lady spent the entire night
in the sole company of my nigger Grady.

Something no Southern white woman
would ever admit to doing.

Even though she did claim
that he was guarding her.

Are you calling my sister a liar?

James, tell them.

Are you?

- Ashton, I...
- Then I'll do it.

The other night when James was here...

Virgilia was with Grady in the cotton dock.

I saw them.

Ashton, sit down.

Daughter, this is one time...

I think you'd better speak up.

What were the two of you
doing in the cotton dock, Virgilia?

Were you showing him
the path to freedom road?

And what else did you show him?

Did you bed with him...

to show your sympathy
for his unfortunate situation?

I'd expect that of an abolitionist whore!

You pompous windbag!

Billy!

Leave my house, James, now.

Not until he gets an answer.

I did help Grady escape, Mr. Huntoon.

I knew it.

Virgilia.

You see him as a nigger!

And I see him as a man
who deserves to be free!

One day, you'll all understand
what's about to happen here.

And when you do, God help you.

That woman conspired to rob me.

And her brother assaulted me.

I demand satisfaction!

- My seconds will call.
- There will be no dueling!

- Why not? I'll kill that custard-faced-
- Billy, that's enough!

James, come on, before he does kill you.

I knew that sister of yours would do
something as unspeakably vile as this.

It is no fault of mine.

George, I'm so sorry.

I want to apologize.

Good God, it is too late for that now.

There's no greater crime down here
than stealing another man's slave.

That's what your sister did
by helping Grady escape.

Yes, but you know Virgilia. She...

When that fool Huntoon
gets the word around...

there will be hell to pay, George.

You'd all...better be leaving for Charleston.

Today.

We'll be gone within the hour.

Safe journey.

Don't you worry about Billy.

We'll keep an eye on him for you.

Mr. Hazard, sir.

You've already taken advantage
of my brother's hospitality.

Don't think
you can take advantage of my sister's.

Orry, you know that I regret
any trouble that's been caused.

- I never intended-
- George...

I think it best
we don't visit each other for a while.

At least until my neighbors
forget about what happened.

I doubt that your neighbors
will ever understand or forget, Orry.

Virgilia was wrong in her methods...

but she was doing
what she thought was right.

Good-bye, Orry.

George, I...

Good-bye.

Uncle John.

I knew he was feeling poorly,
Miss Madeline...

but he wouldn't let me do nothing for him.

He wouldn't even let me
send for you till now.

The doctor, he say your daddy is dying.

Miss Madeline, your daddy is dying.

Take hold of yourself.
I'm going upstairs now.

You be wanting me to come with you?

No, Maum Sally.
You stay there with Uncle John.

Laurette.

No, Papa. It's me, Madeline.

You look so much like your mother.

Hush, now.
Save your strength for getting better.

My sweet Madeline.

We both know...

I am not going to get better.

Papa.

We had a beautiful marriage,
your mother and I.

I wanted a marriage like that for you.

But I know now...

I did you a terrible wrong.

You did what you thought
was right for me.

I took Orry's letters...

so that you would agree to marry Justin.

I know.

And I forgave you a long time ago for that.

There is something else I have to tell you.

- Don't try and talk anymore.
- About your mother.

Laurette made me swear
I will never tell you.

Your mother's skin was fair like yours.

But Laurette's grandmother...

your great-grandmother...

was a negress.

A slave.

If my mother didn't want you to tell me...

why are you breaking your promise
and telling me now?

To protect you. I don't want you hurt...

if the wrong people
ever find out the truth...

and use it against you.

Papa, who else knows?

Papa.

I love you.

He's with your mother now, child.

Nothing more you can do.

You knew about my mother.

Why didn't you tell me?

It was the way your folk wanted it.

When you was little...

it made me worry.

What would happen if someone found out?

But no one ever did.

And now, we know.

You and me, and that's all.

Justin, if he ever found...

If he found out, you know what he'd do?

Plantation owner marrying a nigger.

That's the way he will think of you, child.

You best remember that,
or he will kill you.

Grady, you'd be doing a great service.

I guarantee that nothing is as potent...

in persuading the public
to the evils of slavery...

as the testimony of a man
who has endured it.

I don't know, Mr. Still.

It's dangerous.

What if some slave catcher from Carolina
got wind of it?

I understand your concern,
but only you can answer that question.

We're not interested.
You don't want the truth.

You want
some watered-down version of it.

The Pennsylvania Anti-Slavery Society...

wants the strongest possible
condemnation of slavery.

All we ask is that there be no appeal
for violent uprisings in the South.

That kind of talk frightens many people...

whites and free blacks...

that would otherwise support our cause.

And, if I may be quite blunt...

cost us a lot of money
they would otherwise donate.

Out of which, of course, you get paid.

My husband and I will not
prostitute ourselves...

for a few pieces of silver.

Please, listen to this.

I strongly believe that both of you
can be of use to the abolition.

Everyone in our society
does not agree with me.

It's taken a great deal of time
to convince everyone...

to extend this invitation.
And I doubt that it will be repeated.

Your beliefs are considered among some
to be extreme.

At least we live by our beliefs, Mr. Still.

Look at you, Mr. Still.

Dressed so fine.

Hobnobbing with those whites
who dabble at politics.

Makes it easier to forget
how it really is for your own kind.

Why, you're no more a free man than I am.

Can I ask you...

did you read this?

Of course,
everyone in the society has read it.

And you still believe
that talking and making speeches...

going to get rid of
what's described in Uncle Tom's Cabin?

The whippings? The cruelties?

Mrs. Stowe's book and our speeches
will bring attention to these matters.

And that's the way the society wants it.

Then slavery will never be abolished
by the likes of you.

It must die bathed in fire and blood.

When other Northerners read this book,
they'll think so, too.

No, none of them.

Look, any move towards violence
will only lead to prolonged suffering...

to increasing acts of repressions that...

I'm afraid I'm wasting my time.

Yes, sir.

You is.

I pray that your way does not prevail.

Get out.

The cold is cutting through me like a knife.

Would you put some more wood
in the oven, Virgilia?

There isn't any more wood.

When the fire dies,
we'll just crawl under the blankets again.

It's not fit for pigs.

Grady, it's not your fault
that you lost the job at the docks.

There are hundreds of men
out of work right now.

You bought me my freedom...

and this is what I...

Why in God's name
did you ever marry me?

Because I love you.

You're the only man I ever wanted.

We share the same fight.

We're at war, you and I.

Not with each other, but with the rest...

of them outside these walls.

Men like Still...

don't seem to know there is a war.

Still and his kind
surrendered a long time ago.

But there are others...

who share our beliefs...

our kind of abolition.

After your people are freed...

after we punish the South
for all they've done...

then we will deal
with Still and his people...

every man and woman who opposed us
in our struggle.

- Hello, Orry.
- Brett.

Anything wrong?

Orry, some mail came today.

And you didn't get a letter from Bill.

Brett, you know they run cadets ragged
at the Point.

He and Charles don't even have time
to breathe, much less write.

I did get a letter from Billy.

- Then what...
- This came, too.

It was sent to the whole family.

There was no card or letter.

- Just a postmark from Philadelphia.
- We don't know anyone there.

Billy wrote that his sister was living there.
With Grady.

This is trash. I'm gonna burn it.

I read some of it.

It scared me.

This woman wrote
horrible things about us.

What if people up North believe them?

Brett, this book was written
by a Northerner.

She based it on reports
from abolitionists and escaped slaves.

She never even bothered
to come down here...

and find out if any of it was true.

George and Constance and Billy...

they know that we're not like that.

Don't they?

Of course they do. They understand.

But, Orry, you didn't understand.

What?

When Virgilia helped Grady leave.

Go home, Brett.

They all look so young, don't they, Orry?

It wasn't that long ago
when you and I marched on that field.

Now it's Charles and Billy.

Best friends, just like we were.

Isn't he handsome?

They all are, especially that one.

- I meant Billy.
- I know who you meant.

I don't understand
what you see in that boy...

when there are so many men available.

Billy is the man for me.

Then I suppose you have to settle
for whomever comes along...

not being possessed with the same
adventurous spirit as myself.

And I'm sure you're betrothed
just adores that side of your nature.

James Huntoon? That sod.

There's only one thing about him
I find attractive.

He has a brilliant future in politics.

And politics, my dear sister,
is where the power is.

But you do love him, don't you?

Don't be ridiculous.
I couldn't possibly love just one man.

Think how disappointed
the rest of them would be.

Ready, two!

- Battalion!
- Company!

For the good of the service!

- Dismissed!
- Huzzah!

- Things really haven't changed that much.
- Not at all.

- Hello, George.
- Congratulations, Billy.

- Thank you.
- We couldn't be more proud of you.

Constance, thank you for coming.

- Congratulations on your assignment.
- Thank you.

I'd like you all to meet Miles Woodward.
Second Lieutenant, classmate, and friend.

- Miles.
- Orry Main.

You're being sent on assignment
so soon, son.

We thought we'd at least have you
at home for a while.

I've been assigned to staff duty
at the Engineer Corps in Washington.

- Is that safe?
- Yes.

It's the best assignment
Billy could have been given.

And one of the safest.

The Engineers aren't even
allowed to carry weapons.

That's right.

The Army's leaving the fighting
to men like Charles.

- You two won't be serving together.
- No, I'm afraid not.

The army's sending me
about as far away as they can. To Texas.

- The Second Cavalry.
- That's right.

Texas? That's the end of the earth.

Nothing down there except heat,
dust, and Red Indians.

Texans and Spaniards
in the best minor regiment in the Army.

Robert E. Lee's in command of the Second.

He must've liked the way you sat horse.

Better than how I stood in class.

In fact, if it weren't for Billy,
I wouldn't have gotten through it.

I do hear Lee thinks Texas is beautiful.
He keeps a garden and a pet rattlesnake.

I think I'll do the same.

Ladies, George and I will now
show you where we used to live.

- Yes, by all means.
- A pleasure to meet you.

Good-bye, ma'am.

I always thought you were a little crazy.

But I guess that's why I like you so much.

And here I thought it was
because I'm Billy Hazard's best friend.

An unpleasant association...

that I won't hold against you.

I'm truly grateful, cousin.

I got all your letters.

I must have read each one
at least a dozen times.

Writing kept me
from missing you too much.

Why, Billy Hazard.

Aren't you even going to say hello to me?

Hello, Ashton.

That's not much of a proper greeting.

Here.

Brett honey, what are you getting
all excited about?

Billy's like a brother to me.

There's no harm in kissing one's relations,
is there?

Brett.

You're not going to run away
from me again, are you?

As far as I can get.

That'll never be far enough, sweet Billy.

You're a wonderful dancer.

I'll have to brush up
on my dancing for the next ball.

How about here?

I love you, Brett, so much.

I love you, too.

But am I the girl you really want...

- or is Ashton?
- Brett, it's you.

It's you!

I can't imagine
what it'd be like not to love you.

Would you do me the honor...

of becoming my wife?

Yes.

- What is this old place anyway?
- It's the chemistry lab.

You said you wanted to go
someplace private.

It certainly is that.

What is that smell? Yankee perfume?

That's the brimstone.
We mix gunpowder here.

- How exciting.
- It will be. I promise.

You Yankee boys are all alike...

thinking y'all got something special.

Something we Southern gals
ain't never seen before.

Whenever we buy new slaves...

the overseer strips them naked...

to make sure they're healthy.

I used to hide in the barn and watch...

especially when we bought male slaves.

You like it, don't you?

Now that all depends on the man.

I haven't had any complaints so far.

If you're as good as you taste...

I'll give you a little souvenir
for a night to remember.

All the little girls
want a souvenir of West Point.

So that's what all the little girls want.

This little girl wants more.

Promotion's very slow

So we'll sing our reminiscences

of Benny Havens, oh!

Benny Havens, oh!

We'll sing our reminiscences

of Benny Havens, oh!

May the army be augmented

promotion be less slow

May our country in her hour of need

be ready for the foe

May we find a soldier's resting-place

beneath a soldier's blow

And place enough beside our graves

Just like the old days, isn't it?

Only this time, we don't have
to worry about getting caught.

- George...
- I've missed you, old friend.

Two years is a long time.

And don't you tell me
how busy you've been at the mill.

- I know that what Virgilia and Grady-
- George.

I feel...

that I let you down in that.

What Virgilia did was wrong.

But it wasn't your fault.

I should've told you that then
or written you.

It's important that you're telling me now.

When we were at the Point together,
you told me in order to remain friends...

we couldn't talk about our differences.
We've got to talk about them.

As much as we can.

I think a wedding
might help our two families.

- Whose?
- I know they're a little young.

Billy asked me to talk to you about Brett.

He wants to court her
and he'd like your approval.

I can't give it.

Not now, anyway.

Why not? Billy's a fine young man
with a good head on his shoulders.

You don't need to point out
Billy's attributes.

There is no one
I'd rather see my sister married to.

They're on Flirtation Walk
right now with my blessing.

Then I don't understand your reluctance
to a possible marriage.

Secession talk is starting up
all over again.

When Carolina failed
for the second time in '52...

I thought it was over, but it isn't.

Thanks to the abolitionists
and Uncle Tom's Cabin...

the North now believes that the South
is full of Simon Legrees.

We are not gonna be left
with any choice, George.

You said so yourself.

Now I believe it, too.

But Secession talk didn't stop me
from becoming partners with you.

And I don't see
why it should stop Brett and Billy.

Think about it, George.

A Southern girl
being married to a Northern officer.

What would their life be like?

I've always hoped...

that the North and South
could find a way to solve their differences.

And seeing that out there today,
watching that parade...

made me think that they could.

You know that I am basically
in favor of the marriage.

But I just need a little more time
to be sure.

Here's to friendship, Orry.

Here's to it.

How you feeling now, honey?

Good...

but I could be better.

I'm a little tired right now...

but I do have some friends...

who'd be mighty grateful
to keep you occupied for a while.

These other boys, are they like you?

Amateurs, but willing to learn.

What I meant was,
are they friends of Billy Hazard?

I guess so.

You just make sure that they are...

'cause his friends are the only ones I want.

Including you.

- She was really something, wasn't she?
- That hellcat nearly killed me.

I got scratch marks on my back
to prove it.

- She's got her collection of gold buttons.
- Right.

- Whoa. Take care, Woodward.
- Evening, Main.

Better learn to watch that flank
at all times.

Could prove to be your downfall in battle.

That all depends upon
who's sneaking up behind me...

whether they're an enemy or a friend.

Just consider yourself lucky
this time, friend.

We better get back to quarters.

Before you go,
I'd like to ask you a question.

Have any of you seen
my cousin Ashton tonight?

- I've been sent to find her.
- No, sir, not since the parade.

What about you, Woodward?

You were her escort at the dance.
Where is she?

Right where I left her.

She said she wanted
to be alone for a while.

Did something happen? Is she all right?

- What have you done to her?
- Nothing she didn't want done.

Go ahead, Main,
but that won't change a thing.

It won't change what happened,
nor what she is.

I'm warning both of you!

If you tell a soul about
what you've done tonight, I'll find you.

And God help you when I do.

Are you back so soon?

I didn't think you had
any more buttons to give me.

What are you doing here?

Orry sent me to find you.

And so you have. How clever of you.

Your friends made it easy for me.
It seems they left quite a trail.

I'm so ashamed!

I believed them to be gentlemen,
men of honor...

and they took advantage of my innocence.

I begged them not to tell you.
I knew what you'd do if you found out.

You must swear to me
you won't seek revenge.

I couldn't bear the thought of you
dying in a duel to protect my lost honor.

Finish getting dressed.

You know me better than anyone,
cousin Charles.

And you want me. I know you do.

Don't shame our family
any more than you already have.

I don't give a damn about the family.

But you do, don't you, Charles?

That's why you'll keep my little...

Our little secret.

Because if the truth were known...

it would destroy dear brother Orry,
humiliate Mother...

and ruin any chance of marriage
between Brett and Billy Hazard.

The family would survive
despite your indiscretions.

Shall we take the risk?

Give these to Billy Hazard.

I made sure his friends
gave me tokens of their esteem.

I'm only sorry
he doesn't have any more friends.

Why are you so sad today?

I've been having dreams about my father.

You must miss him very much.

Yes, I do.

But these dreams are nightmares
about things he told me before he died.

And they frighten me.

What? Tell me.

I've wanted to for a long time.

You know my mother died
when I was born.

And I never knew anything
about her family.

My father told me they quarreled
with her over marrying him.

But that wasn't true.

The truth is...

her grandmother, my great-grandmother...

came here from Africa on a slave ship.

So to most people
my skin might as well be coal black.

Look at me.

I am not most people.

I'm the man who loves you, remember?

The same way that your father
must have loved your mother.

Is that what frightened you?
That I wouldn't understand?

Partly.

I love you.

But the real nightmare
is Justin finding out.

That he's trying to kill me.

You can't go on this way.

I'm going to take you away
from here for good.

- We've argued this before.
- You had never told me this before.

You're right. If Justin ever found out,
he would kill you.

You can't leave Mont Royal.

It's not as important to me as your life.

Don't you understand?

You mean more to me...

than anything else in the world.

All right, I'll go with you.

- You mean...
- When?

We have to get some things together.

Three days from now. You meet me here.

And you tell no one, not even Maum Sally.

- I have to.
- No. No one.

I have to. I won't go without her.

All right.

You can tell her,
but absolutely no one else.

- What is it?
- Where will we go?

North.

It's our only choice.

I didn't know anyone else
to turn to or trust.

I can't go to Orry, or Mother, or Brett.

There's no one but you.
You'll help me, Madeline, won't you?

I can't until you tell me what's happened.

A few months ago, I placed my trust...

and love into the hands of a young man.

Now I find myself in serious trouble
all because of one night's...

indiscretion.

I see.

I've been just about out of my wits
with worry.

You know I'm supposed to marry
James Huntoon this spring.

Does he know you're carrying his child?

No. He's not the father.

It was a boy I hardly knew.

I met him at West Point
on graduation night.

I was overcome with emotion.

I don't even know where he's been sent.

I know it was sinful,
but must I be punished?

I have my whole life. I don't want to lose
the only man I'll ever love.

I do love James so very much.

Am I to understand
that you don't want the child?

I can't have it. It's impossible.
Don't you see?

Madeline...

I know we've never really had a chance
to become very close...

even though I have felt
a real kinship to you.

And everyone speaks so well of you...

especially my brother.

That's why I dared to come
and beg you for help.

Can't you give me the name
of someone I can turn to?

I know there are people
in the Low Country...

that'll help a girl in trouble.

Please, Madeline.

I will help you, Ashton.

I can't condone what you're willing to do...

but I don't believe it's right
to ruin so many lives...

because of one night of passion.

There's a woman, Aunt Belle Nin.
She lives in the marshes.

She said I could call on her
if I ever needed her help.

But you can't go there alone,
it wouldn't be safe. I'll go with you.

Bless you, Madeline. You are...

It'll have to be done tomorrow.

No one must ever know,
for both our sakes.

Do you understand?

There must be something
you can give her. She's in such pain.

It will pass. Let her be now. Follow me.

Maum Sally, you stay with Ashton.
I'll be just downstairs.

I want you to know
I'm doing this for you, not her.

That girl mistreats her people.

There's an evil streak
running through her blood.

I know.

But I couldn't refuse.
She had no one else to help her.

Don't make it a habit of risking your hide
for her kind.

She'll just turn against you...

even despise you
for knowing her dark secret.

I don't believe that.

Never let her know...

you have a secret or two of your own.

You're talking crazy, Aunt Belle.

You best be warned.

Get away from me!

Grab a bottle of corn
and pour about half of it down her throat.

Get away from me!

Let go of me!

And you, missy, shut up and lay still,
or I'm sending you back out...

into the swamp to have your bastard,
like it or not.

Ashton, drink this.

It'll be over soon, I promise.

Drink it.

Master be mighty glad
you're home, mistress.

He's been frightfully worried
about you, he has.

Seeing you've been gone for so long.

Thank you, Clinton.

He knows something, don't he?

No, he don't know nothing
except how to use a whip.

I'm sorry I'm late.
Clinton said you were worried.

Did you have a nice trip
to Charleston, my dear?

Yes.

You said you wanted to shop.
What did you buy?

Nothing, I'm afraid.
I didn't see anything I liked.

Nothing?

Hope you at least had a nice luncheon
with your friends from New Orleans...

in a hotel?

Yes.

Which hotel?

The Imperial. Remember? I told you.

Yes, so you did, my dear...

which is why I spent the day there...

from 11:00 this morning
until 4:30 this afternoon.

Your friends from New Orleans
never appeared...

at The Imperial dining room
and neither did you.

Where have you been all day?
Who's the man you've been meeting?

- You're hurting me.
- Or was there more than one?

You're always running off
helping the slaves, you tell me.

You been sleeping
around the whole county?

I went to Charleston with Maum Sally.

You'll tell me the truth
if I have to beat it out of you.

Don't you hurt her.

What did you say?

It ain't right,
your beating on Miss Madeline.

She ain't done nothing wrong!

Justin, no!
It's me you want to hurt, not her.

You're right for once.

Maum Sally, go. Please go!

No!

Damn you! Come on!

Justin, no. Please, no!

I'll ask you just one more time.

- Where were you, and who were you with?
- I didn't betray you.

I asked you where you were.

I had a private errand to attend to.
There was nothing more than that.

Stop your Iying!

I want an answer.

I gave you one. I didn't betray you.

- I could beat it out of you.
- No!

But I won't.

You're supposed to be a lady...

and whipping is only for slaves.

So I'll wait till you're ready.

But you are gonna stay here in this room...

until you tell me the truth.

Days, weeks, months.
It's up to you to decide.

No, Justin. Don't leave me in here.

You can rot in here for all I care.

Justin, don't leave me in here!

Oh, God.

Mistress, these are sorry days,
your being like this.

Don't be concerned for me.
You'll only suffer for it.

How's Maum Sally?
She hasn't been to see me.

Mr. Justin, he won't let her.

He keeping a close watch on her.

Mr. Orry Main and his mama...

they come asking about you,
and a lot of other folks, too...

but the master, he say
you don't want to see nobody.

I understand.

Leah, could you bring me...

some more water, it's for washing.

Mr. Justin, he say that's all you to get.

- Thank you.
- I'll be seeing you tomorrow, mistress.

- Miss Madeline.
- Maum Sally.

I've come to get you out, child.

I told you I'd kill you.

Your free nigger won't help you now, slut!

Mr. Justin, please!

No, no, please.

Maum Sally, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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