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- Worst Italian food ever, huh?
- Hm.

I guess we should've
stuck with Southern cookin'.

I hear it's gonna rain tomorrow.

Yeah.

Well, thank you
for a lovely evening.

Oh, would you mind...?

Porch light's out.

Could you just...

shine your headlights
until I get inside?

Sure.

- Would you like to...
- Good night.

Go out again?

Did your date with
Rusty go last night?

Hm.

If you wanna know why
you're not married yet...

Let me give you some
advice, my dear Angie.

You have to let the
gentleman walk you to the door.

How do you know?

Oh, honey, at my age, you
pretty much know everything.

Even what you don't wanna know.

Besides,

the only time your porch light
is out is when you're on a date.

Miss Claudia,

did anyone ever propose to you?

I mean, I know you've
never been married, but...

Oh, heavens, yes. I had...

several suitors
pop the question.

And you never said yes?

They were fine men who wanted
to whisk me away to the big city.

You?

In the big city?

My heart's here in Georgia.

Good Southern men go faster

than fried chicken at
a family reunion picnic.

If you find one,

grab hold and don't let him go.

Miss Claudia, you
and I are a lot alike.

We never leave the South.

We can't.

Because it'll never leave us.

Oh!

I'm late for work!

Thank you for the lemonade.

Sorry.

Let me help you.

Tell his attorney we'll
call back with a response,

but not to hold his breath.

A deal is out of the question.

Tell him to review
the three-strike law.

Mornin', Angie. Looks like
you've met Andrew here.

Uh, no, not yet.

- Andrew McGrath.
- Angie Lawrence.

Andrew originally
moved here from Atlanta.

- He's handling the Hatch case.
- Oh!

A high-profile trial that was
moved out of Randolph County.

Congratulations.

Thank you. It's been
a whirlwind case so far.

Well, for now, you two
will have to share the office.

You've got two desks,

but in the interest of
client-attorney privacy,

I would recommend that you
co-ordinate your schedules.

Yes, of course, Mr. Welling.

Call me Phillip.

Any word on Willie Jones?

I'm telling you,
we're good to go.

He has learned his lesson.

Yeah, we'll see.

A repeat offender?

Will's got a rap sheet
as long as my arm.

Well, I'll leave you two at it.

Welcome to Savannah.

Rest in peace, Aunt Claudia.

Where to?

Heretofore.

Here we are.

Miss Hannah, your aunt left
you all the contents of her home,

as well as a 20,000
dollar savings bond

- she purchased last year.
- What do you mean?

The contents?

Angie, she left
you the house itself.

But why me?

She had hoped you'd live
in the house as she did.

I kissed that woman's
behind for 39 years!

So she could live in the house?

Ow!

She's not even related!

Well...

As Miss Claudia used to say,

"Pretty wrapping paper

looks just as good
on a pound of manure

as it does on a
sack of diamonds".

Excuse me?

Never mind.

Thank you.

I couldn't agree
more, Miss Angie.

Enjoy your new home!

Angie, is that you?

Coming, Grandpa!

Look what we found behind
the brick wall in the attic!

Been there a mighty long time.

What is it?

Looks like some old
books and papers and stuff.

Grandpa likes to collect
old stamps and letters.

If we find any in here, we
could buy them from you?

Ten bucks for the
whole darn thing.

Sold!

Are you sure there's
nothing of value

in here you'd wanna keep?

What do I want with a bunch of
cobweb-covered books and papers?

It's not as valuable as this.

You should have
something personal of hers.

Thank you.

I gotta go.

Oh, oh. Good
morning, Mr. McGrath.

- Could I get you anything?
- No. No, thank you.

I've already had breakfast.

And call me Andrew, Miss Janice.

Oh.

Okay.

- Oh, hey. Good morning, Angie!
- Good morning, Janice.

I got your usual coffee,

and your sprinkle
doughnut is on your desk.

You're so good to me.

Oh.

Hello.

You found someone
to fix the frame!

You bet I can get
anything done in this town.

Oh, thank you.

Bye.

Cute pic.

- Is that your father?
- Yeah.

- And I still have his truck.
- Oh, yeah.

- A '65 classic, right?
- Yeah.

Thank you, Janice.

I owe you lunch.

And I will be collectin'.

Oh, by the way,

I hate to hurry
your coffee, but-

You have a client,
waiting over at the jail.

Who's the detainee?

Juvenile shoplifter,

repeat offender,

an old friend of yours.

What is Willie being
charged with now?

Mornin', Angie.

Guess you just
heard about your boy?

Morning, Andrew. Got
that jury seated yet?

Today is the day.

I hope.

Okay, how about...

one year probation,
community service.

Is she kiddin'?

Not sure about this time, Angie.

Willie's eighteen.

He might be a slow learner,
but he's an adult now.

Face it.

He's a wannabe gang-banger,
who stole electronics.

What's next?

Armed robbery?

Headphones.

Those aren't even electronics.
And there wasn't even a weapon.

Look-

I'm tired of seein' him, too.

But maybe he learned somethin'.

Sure. Like how to be
a more efficient thief!

Okay, that was out of line.

What's your plan?

How about I go down to the jail,

I scare him about this going
on his permanent record.

This is the last time, Angie.

Anything else, I'm
gonna get tough on him.

I got a bad feeling
about this kid.

Okay.

I hope you like what I've done
with the place, Miss Claudia.

What are you doing up here?

I thought you were
downstairs, boxing chocolates.

Oh, they kicked
me out of there fast.

Why?

I kept pinching him to
see what kind they were.

This is the fourth
apartment I've been in.

Oh. I didn't do so well, either.

All right, girls, now
this is your last chance.

If one piece of
candy gets past you,

and into the packing
room unwrapped,

you're fired!

Yes, Ma'am.

Dear Peanut,

I thought you might enjoy this.

I know how you love old letters,

and just my luck,

and I understand.

Love, Grandpa.

Okay.

My sweet angel,

It is late, and I'm writing this

with the lamp very dim,

in hopes my father
does not find me.

I know in my heart
that you, my child,

will be a boy.

I have already decided
your name will be Andrew.

Please do not misunderstand,

because both your father and I

will be just as pleased
with a daughter,

as we would a son.

Our love knows no boundary
when it comes to acceptance.

We live in very uncertain times,

where you will
likely face obstacles

I could never even dream of.

Just remember, that
you were made of love,

a love so deep

that you should never be
ashamed of who you are,

or how you came to be.

I'm writing this down so that

even if I am gone,
when you are grown,

you will always
know how very much

you were loved and wanted,

even before you
took your first breath.

My name is Annabeth,
and I am your mother.

But in order for you to know
exactly where you came from,

I need to tell you about
my mother, Emmaline.

Good afternoon,
my sweet Emmaline.

We trust your travels
were agreeable.

Good afternoon, Jackson.

Yes, it was a safe
and pleasant journey.

I'm more than sure you're
tired from the long journey.

Help her with her bags.

Ophelia, you'll be sleeping
in the female quarters.

And I want to
make perfectly clear

I do not intend to
feed any extra mouths.

A baby will not be welcome.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Well, I prefer
Ophelia stay with me.

I could use the help.

I expect you to conduct yourself
as a proper Southern wife,

and do as you are told.

I noticed you came in
a little late this morning.

Yeah, I was up late, reading.

Must have been
pretty interesting.

You're never late.

Grandpa found this
old crate in the attic,

with papers dating
back to the 1800s.

You know, that attic

is the original
structure of that house.

I mean, it dates back
to before the Civil War.

I guess some...

distant relative who was
kin to the original owners,

- had it rebuilt in 1925.
- Hm.

Meemaw said man's
name was McGrath?

Like Andrew's last name.

Yeah.

Well, you know, lots
of bucks in the South

had the same last name.

Anyway,

tell me more about
those papers you found.

Did they tell you
anything about the...

history of the house?

Yeah.

When I's first saw you,

I just thought you
was the prettiest thing

I ever seen before.

Does you believe
love first sight?

You should let me.

I likes to keep
making you smile.

I's made you somethin'.

Necklace from wood.

You made this?

Yeah.

Carved all day
with my lucky knife.

For's my lady.

Oh.

Is beautiful.

You better finish your work.

Laziness ain't no
good round here.

I got somethin' to fix
your stubborn pride.

Go. Go.

Will you's be's my wife?

Miss Emmaline
done gave us a gift,

that used to belong
to her great-grandma.

Miss Emmaline's
great-grandmother's name

was Ophelia.

She named me after her.

This ring,

will symbo'ize our love.

I's promise

to gives you my heart,

my soul, forevermore.

May I find you

in my next life.

I's love you for eternity.

I's promise,

to give you all of me,
all that I am, forevermore.

May I's find you
in my next life.

I's love you for eternity.

Their love was so beautiful.

Yes. Yes, Mr. Jones
is out on bail.

Yes.

No, I don't consider
him a flight risk.

A thousand dollars is
way too low, Mrs. Davis.

Andrew?

Your four o'clock's here.

Of course the
prosecutor wants him

on a house arrest anklet.

But my client has not been
found guilty or sentenced.

No, we have not
reached a plea agreement.

Will you hand me the Davis file?

No, I-

No, not you. Let
me call you back.

Your four o'clock's
gettin' antsy.

I canceled my dinner.

I'm gonna go to
a meeting instead.

I'm just gonna take this home,

give you privacy
with your client.

Thank you.

Yes, I'm still here.

I'm closin' shop!

You need anything?

No, thanks, Miss Janice.

Didn't know you're still here.

Oh, I had to clean up my desk.

When a gal can't find a
hairpin amongst the pens,

it's time to clean house.

- Well, you have a good evening.
- Yeah, you too.

Miss Janice?

Sorry.

Isn't Angie due in court
tomorrow morning?

On the Jones case?

Eight a.m. sharp.

You know where she lives?

'Cause I bet she's looking
for this right about now.

You head straight
down Main Street,

you hook a left on Third,

and it is the largest antebellum
this side of Savannah.

You can't miss it.

Thank you.

It's just me and you now, bitch.

White trash lawyer.

You said you can
get me off, for good.

Huh?

Now I gotta go to jail.

You's and me goin'
have some fun first.

Hold on, Angie.

You gonna be okay.

I promise.

Peanut! You gave
me quite a scare.

That's not a smart
move, given my age.

Hi, Grandpa.

- I'm fine.
- No, you're not!

And I'm not just talking'
about the bruises.

I'm just gonna sit here quietly

until you're ready
to talk about it.

I'm fine, Grandpa.

I promise.

It's just...

What, dear?

If I had a man in the
house, then maybe the-

Oh, bull! That fine young man

from your office
handled it, didn't he?

You can't bring him back, Angie.

Your daddy's dead, sweetheart.

This isn't about you
havin' a man around.

It's about you lettin'
things bother you

that you can't change.

You don't know anything
about bein' lonely.

You had Grandma forever.

Don't go down that road, Peanut.

You'll never find any peace.

I see you've found
something worthwhile to read

in that crate we found.

I still remember
when we were little.

We used to spend hours

daydreamin' about
our weddin' day.

Now you must tell me everything.

Our only witness

was God's ears,

a million stars,

and a brilliant white moon.

Ah.

We promised our
love to one another

under a clear bright sky.

Ah.

It was perfect, Miss Emmaline.

Ah.

That sounds beautiful, Ophelia.

I's certain Reuben
be much you love.

That man's soul and
mine be bound forever.

Reuben and I's so grateful
for your grandmother's ring.

Is beautiful, Miss Emmaline!

We've shared so many
childhood secrets and memories.

You will always
be a sister to me.

Jackson's groom.

Private.

I'm truly unhappy.

How can I be happy
when you are here?

I'm glad that you found love.

I only wish to have
you near me again.

I- I'd better head back

before Jackson realizes
I've been gone for so long.

But before I forget,

I brought you somethin'.

Oh.

Hey!

Why aren't you workin'?

Did-

I saw, Master David, this here

shovel be's broke.

Get back to work!

Yes, sir, I-I's a get some
new shovel, Master David.

I's sorry.

Well, your shovel
is just fine, boy!

Go out!

Come here!

Come! Go! Go!

What on earth is
goin' on out there?

It's Master David!

Shut me up.

Hey!

You go get 'em all
from the house now!

Go!

Go!

Put it in!

Put it in!

You all get over here!

Hey!

You let this be a lesson.

For all of you!

My heart

is broken since you lack sense.

I's...

I's goin' need you be strong.

For what's to come.

What do you mean by that?

To come?

True love.

True love, is
always goin' be hard.

I's just...

wish

we dealt in another time,

where our love...

was

not a crime.

Where we be walkin'

hand in hand,

peacefully,

having' children of our own.

Well, may our
children pave the way.

Get out of here, boy!

Reuben, no!

Who's responsible
for the beatin'?

This boy!

The ones on this
boy, are yet to heal.

To punish him in the same manner

comes at a loss of a day's work.

Don't you agree?

I agree.

Which one of y'all
take his place?

Hold your tongues.

And be still.

Ophelia, get back!

No.

No, no, no no!

No! No, no, no!

No! No!

No. No. No.

Please! I beg you,
don't allow this!

I beg you!

This is not a woman's business.

It's for the men to decide.

David?

You're vindicated if this
woman took the lashes.

Yes, sir.

Proceed.

It hurt.

My dearest friend.

This is all my fault.

If I hadn't been
traded for marriage as,

as you were bought as a child,

none of this would
have ever happened.

It ain't your fault,
Miss Emmaline.

Then God allows evil to exist.

For the sake of redemption?

In his divine purpose.

We must choose...

between good

and evil.

May God have mercy on us.

I overheard
Jackson in his study.

Talkin' to a Mr. Thompson
on Reuben's worth.

Do you believe

the Master goin'
sell Reuben off?

I'm so sorry, Ophelia.

I tried to talk some
sense into Jackson, but...

but he just wouldn't listen.

Master David has
him convinced that,

that Reuben's a troublemaker,

and keeping him around

will only serve to
encourage the others.

God, be justice.

One day.

Evil

will

submit its way to the good.

I's got somethin'
I wanna tell you,

Miss Emmaline.

Goodness gracious,
Ophelia, what is it?

I don't know how you
goin' feel about this.

I'm with child.

Oh, my star and goddess.

You not mad at me?

I can never be mad at you!

We must hide your
condition from Jackson.

He's seen his father put
female slaves to death

instead of having to deal
with a mother and a baby.

Miss Emmaline,

you must he'p me spare my baby.

I would give my life for you.

And I's give mine for you.

The only way to get
you out of the field,

and back into the house, is,

is to allow myself to
also become with child.

Jackson will have to
let you stay by my side.

And with harvest season nearin',

he'll soon be too busy with
the affairs of the plantation

to deal with a burdensome woman.

He's already lookin' for a new
field hand to replace Reuben.

Good mornin', Angie.

Bless your heart,

you don't look so good.

Thanks.

Is Andrew in today?

He's booked in court.

Not expecting him
back this afternoon.

Janice?

Do you think love
comes with a price tag?

I mean, I guess
in the real world

love isn't a fairy tale.

That diary's sure
makin' you think.

It's got me questionin' love,

slavery, even the
color of a man's skin.

Well,

guess some folks forget

how much we are alike,

and need each other,

till there's a reason
to remember.

Harvest season is near.

I won't have you be burdensome.

Well, I do apologize,

Master Jackson.

A little formal today, my dear.

Well, now that we are
expectin', and I have fallen ill,

would it be appropriate
to move Ophelia

into the room next to mine?

Has it not been enough that I
moved her in from the fields?

Allowed to work here in
the house during the day?

I want to keep you
from being troublesome.

I won't be any more trouble.

The baby will be here soon.

Fine.

Miss Emmaline's got the fever.

I will call for the doctor.

Everything's goin' be okay.

Go now! I won't allow
black hands deliver my baby.

Go.

Push!

Push!

Emmaline?

I asked for a son.

The baby has
contracted the fever.

She's so small and fragile, I...

She's in desperate
need of her mother's milk.

Emmaline!

Now follow the doctor's orders.

Emmaline!

Take her to Ophelia.

What?

Take her to Ophelia...

Please, Master.

Please don't take my baby away.

No, Master.

If you feed and care for her,

I'll allow you to
keep your baby.

Yes, Master.

You may go now.

If I leave,

she might die
without proper care.

I didn't ask you, Doctor.

I am demanding you
leave my house at once.

It's against my
medical judgment.

Since you are the
man in the house, I-

I'll respect your decision.

You will suffer,

for making a fool of me.

I's goin' tell you a story,

'bout a little girl,
with a big heart.

She grows up

to have a little
girl of her own,

who also has a big heart.

How's Annabeth?

She be just fine,

just like her mama.

I could never, ever,
manage without you.

You sure had me
scared, Miss Emmaline.

You want the ability to
care for our daughter.

And the fact that
you deceived me

is of a great pity.

We still have no son.

I also had to change
my way of thinking

to set to grow myself
a free field hand.

Let me remind you.

I'm in command of this
house, finances, and lives.

If you're going to lie,

and oblige me to take
care of Ophelia's son,

and make me suffer the indignity

that my only child is
being nursed by black milk,

you best produce me a son.

Is a boy!

A boy.

This is not my son.

This boy has dark hair, skin.

No.

He looks like he
was baked in the sun!

No, he isn't! He's just-he's-

I beg you!

My grandmother is
full-blooded Milwaukee!

I myself am a quarter!

She married a man with
very red skin and red hair!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!

I never want to see this
mongrel breed baby again!

He's not to be spoken of,
under any circumstances!

I could have done the
same with your son.

So you best keep
your mouth shut.

You have no
place in this matter!

Hey. Phil.

I'm so sorry to call
you on a Sunday, but

I'm still not feeling well,

and I was hoping to
take some time off.

No, just some sore ribs
from driving too soon.

And besides, I look
like the Incredible Hulk

with all these
bruises on my face.

Thanks, Phil.

I dreamed of you,

in your Father's
arms last night.

I could feel his joy

as he smiled down
upon your sweet face.

Just as he has spoken
to me a thousand times

without one word,

I know, without a doubt,

he did so in my dreams.

He called you,
Andrew, like my brother,

who was taken from us.

And then gave you a second name,

Reuben, after his father.

I hope that someday,

you will think it a worthy name,

to pass on to your own son.

When you need a reason
to be proud in your life,

you have only say your
own name to yourself,

and know that it
represents your heritage.

Do you, Annabeth,

promise to love,
honor and cherish,

Isaiah,

in sickness and in health,

until death do you part?

I do.

And do you, Isaiah,

promise to love,
honor and cherish,

Annabeth,

in sickness and in health,

until death do you part?

I do.

I now pronounce
y'all man and wife.

Halt! Forming the line, march!

Prepare to fire!

Shoulder arms!

On January the first, 1863,

President Lincoln signed the
Emancipation Proclamation,

freeing all the slaves.

Oh! Thank you, Jesus.

You are free, to come with us,

to join the ranks
of the Federal army,

- and be the first
black troops... Yes!

In Mr. Lincoln's army.

Thank you, Jesus.

I's got your boy.

I's got Isaiah,

and I's promised
to watch after him.

Is okay.

I's promise to return
when the war's over.

I's love you.

Just as we were born
to protec' each other,

I's will spend
the rest of my life

keeping you safe in my heart.

I really appreciate this, Rusty.

Andrew, Reuben,

McGrath.

Isn't that the new
attorney at the DA's office?

McGrath is such a
common name in the South.

I looked it up in
the phone book,

I mean, it could be anyone.

Oh, here it is.

Address, number,

Andrew Reuben McGrath.

I'll be darned.

He's been right
here the whole time.

This what you lookin' for?

Yeah.

Thank you.

You have a good heart, Rusty.

Some girl's gonna
be real lucky one day.

Uhuh?

Great. Let's
address it first thing

when I get back from Atlanta.

Come on in.

Okay.

Thanks.

Home delivery?

You know they have
next-day shipment, right?

I never got to congratulate
you on the Hatch case.

Please. Have a seat.

I'm sorry, I should have called.

Um...

I wanted to show you somethin'.

But it's-it's not work-related.

You need to read this.

But I warn you,

some of it may
be difficult to read.

My sister Julianne is

lonely since her husband died,

and sent a letter requesting
a visit from her niece.

I thought it would
be nice for Annabeth

to spend some time in Atlanta.

After all, she
speaks French, and

is very educated.

Being around such a
cultured person could only...

serve to improve her chances

of marrying an
affluent man someday.

Annabeth is getting older,

soon to be a suitable age to
marry someone I deem worthy.

Your sister does, in fact,
run in prosperous circles.

I'll make the arrangements.

Master.

I know in my heart
that you are a boy,

and your name will be
Andrew Reuben McGrath.

Andrew, who showed
your Indian blood

in his face and skin,

Reuben, who knew how
to love without condition,

and passed that
trait on to his son,

and now to you.

Do not remember your surname
with hatred or resentment.

Change the fact it is associated

with intolerance and oppression,

and make it your own.

You have the chance to carry on

what the women of
your family have begun,

so that when I am long gone,

you can make the McGrath name

synonymous with
freedom and acceptance.

August 20th, 1863.

My name is Emmaline McGrath,

and I'm your grandmother.

Losing the field slaves
put us in a difficult situation.

I'll need to sell
some of the land

due to the small
crop we had this year.

I'll need the money to hire
men to harvest in the fall.

Shh!

My, dear, we don't
want your father to hear.

I order you to whip her,
till all her blood is spilled!

And do the same to Emmaline!

No! No!

No!

Come on! Come on!

Ophelia!

Protect my baby!

Annabeth was my daughter.

You are as she
said you would be,

a boy.

Ophelia and I named
you as she wished,

Andrew Reuben McGrath.

It's about ten
o'clock in the mornin'.

You've been with us
now for about seven hours.

There is a sad reason

why your mother is not the
one telling you of your birth.

And it's left to me to
explain it to you in this book,

just as she would have
wanted to do herself.

When we buried your mother,

I allowed myself to become numb,

laid the pistol next to David,

and placed the other
one next to Jackson.

I informed the sheriff,

that we had found Jackson
and David just after sunrise.

I told him that I had
heard them havin' a dispute

over some missing
money the night before.

But decided it was
not my business.

Seein' how distraught I was,

the sheriff simply took my
word as an upstandin' citizen,

and a Southern
woman of fine breedin'.

I never thought
things could be worse.

Isaiah was a good soldier.

And you ought to
be proud of him.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I started reading,
after you left.

And I didn't stop,

until I finished it.

I'm supposed to be in Atlanta,
at a charity golf tournament.

I called Janice,

and told her to
cancel it for me.

I told her it was
urgent family business.

So...

kinda true.

Come on in.

I was wondering...

do you have any idea where
Annabeth and Isaiah were buried?

Sorry, I don't.

I've been looking for
my family my whole life.

I know what you mean.

My grandpa says I've been
trying to replace mine my whole life.

My dad died in a car accident
when I was young, and

I lost my mother and my
grandmother a few years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't know why
I just told you that.

I bet it felt good
to get it all out.

Yeah. It did.

Annabeth has changed me.

I can't even imagine
how you must feel.

I was an only child,
raised by a single mother,

who was also an only child.

So I always wanted to know
my father's side of the family.

Before my mother died,

she gave me the rattle.

And a picture of my
great-great grandfather.

And told me all she
knew about my father,

was that he insisted

that I carry his name.

I guess we have a lot more
in common than you think.

Growin' up an only child,

losing your parents,

it can be very lonely at times.

Miss Claudia used to say,

she was my family.

How'd you know Miss Claudia?

Mm.

When I was in law school,

I had a part-time job helping
Miss Claudia run the Intebel.

Well...

I can not thank you enough,

for savin' my life.

I think we should look for

Isaiah and Annabeth's
graves together.

I think Miss Claudia
would like that.

I thought Emmaline's grave
was out here in your woods.

What are you doin'?

He was my family, too.

I deal with young black men
all the time, in my practice.

Some of them are gang members,

drug dealers,

and some of them grew
up without their fathers.

How are we as a nation,

black or white,

gonna get beyond this?

How can we make a
better future for ourselves

if we keep hanging on to
the injustices of the past?

You don't know what it's like,

to see one young
black man after another,

be locked up for life,

because somewhere it's
been engrained in them,

that his life has already
been mapped out.

You know who this man was.

I don't want to spend
one ounce of my life

hating this man.

He beat Ophelia,

and he abused Emmaline,

but, somewhere,

deep inside of me,

I have a few drops of his blood.

If I can forgive Jackson,

then,

a little more of the
hate in this world,

goes away.

So Miss Claudia and I would
spend hours talking about

all kinds of things,

at least until the
lemonade ran out.

I knew it was time to go home.

Miss Claudia meant
a lot to you, huh?

Mm.

Yeah.

You know, a lot of people,

thought she was just
an odd old woman

who never married
and lived alone.

But to me she was so
much more than that.

She was my best friend.

Hm.

Will you ever marry?

I'm so sorry to impose.

No. No, it's fine, I just-

Just never got around to it.

Miss Claudia always said,

if I wanted to get
married I had to

let the man walk me to the door.

What about you, you ever-

Oh, no, no, no.

Never got around to it, huh?

Haven't found the
right woman yet.

I, um...

I really appreciate
what you said earlier,

about not having a father?

He must have meant a lot to you.

Yeah.

He passed away when I was young.

And it wasn't
until recently I...

really understood the impact of

not having him around.

By the way,

I called Phillip and
Janice this morning,

and I took a few weeks off.

We're gonna go
find those graves.

Yeah, we are.

And you know what?

You should stay
here, in my guest room.

Angie...

I think that would be
complicated for you.

This is the South.

People talk.

I insist.

Hm.

Well, I have an idea.

In the journal,

it says,

- there was a tin box.
- Uhuh.

And it had Ophelia's
silver ring in it.

Uhuh.

We need to find
a metal detector.

If we find the box,

we've found the graves.

You're right.

I don't think
Emmaline and Ophelia,

could carry Annabeth

far from where she died.

She's bleeding,

and they're trying
to conceal her death.

So I think,

that they would have
tried not to leave a trail.

More rusty nails?

It's the whipping post.

Andrew. Look at me.

Remember what you said.

About never forgetting the past,

but not reliving it?

Annabeth and Isaiah,

they were able to find love
in the midst of all of this.

There was a lot of hate.

We are so lucky that we know
there was also so much love.

I will never understand it
the way that you do, but...

Annabeth tried, and...

so will I.

Try broccoli.

- Hm.
- Uhuh.

There we go.

Okay.

So how much do I owe you?

How about dinner tonight?

- I'm cooking.
- Oh!

So you cook and fix doors?

Did you inherit your
woodworking skills

from Reuben and
Isaiah, or you're just-

really a craftsman who's living
a double life as an attorney?

I just wanted to
contribute something,

to the house my family loved.

Besides, it came
with instructions.

Say what you
will, but, I see it.

I see them.

In you.

All the little things you do.

Thank you.

Miss Claudia once told me I got
my roots and my wings backwards.

I know exactly what you mean.

To finding what's lost.

And forging a new future.

- You good?
- Sure.

Let's go.

I hope I'm not
interrupting your thoughts.

How can you interrupt
thoughts that are of you?

The night air is
wonder, isn't it?

It's a bit chilly, though.

Oh.

This will keep you warm.

Can I tell you somethin'?

Somethin' you...

you may not like?

Sure.

Before that night...

that...

that Willie beat me,

I didn't know how I
felt about black men.

Maybe I,

I never thought about them.

Maybe I thought they
were all the same.

I'd always pictured you
as Annabeth's descendant.

I assumed because she was white,

so were you.

Learnin' about your family,

has helped me come
to terms with mine

and who I am.

You're not a racist, Angie.

You're human.

We all are.

Every time I

get a call about
a dead-beat mom,

I think about that same
white woman that I defended

when I was fresh
out of law school.

We're lucky.

We've had some
really good teachers.

We have a chance,

to get it right.

What is it?

Listen.

They're playing our song.

Oh, wake up, sleepy-head.

Hm.

Today's the day.

We're gonna find 'em.

I just know it.

- No!
- Hey, come here.

Stop it!

This is the place.

Yeah.

It is.

Okay. Let's stay close
to the house this time.

Okay.

Go over here.

Yeah.

What about that brush over here.

I bet Ophelia and Emmaline

spent hours gazing
out of that window.

- This is the perfect place.
- Uhuh.

For Annabeth and Isaiah's grave.

I'm gonna go to the
shed, and get a shovel.

Okay.

By the power invested in me

by the State of Georgia,

I now pronounce
you husband and wife.

You may kiss your bride.

I have a surprise for you!

Yes, I do.

Yeah. Yeah.

I know, I know.

Annabeth's wish,

to continue her
family's heritage.

To move forward, with
freedom and acceptance,

has come to pass.

You, my lovely Annabeth,

are the face of the new South.

And the face

of a new nation.