All language subtitles for Hope of Escape (2024) Full Movie

pumping, lungs aching for air,
unforgiving fear.

That's how it feels to escape.

My sisters were free, but I was not. My
whole family was separated early on.

They were sent to schools in the north.

They were my half -sisters, but I was
placed on a different path.

It wasn't easy for them either.

I'm not going to lie to you. I did have
many privileges compared to most slave

folk.

I was in the big house after all.

I was head slave servant and ran
everything and mostly every one.

I could move more freely, go into town,
shop for food, wear ladylike clothes.

And even though it was illegal, I was
educated.

Skin color was also a factor.

Being on the light side was a situation
that was both advantageous and perilous,

whether it be outside or inside the
house.

I was never fully protected.

And soon my daughters would be just as
vulnerable.

Running the household was grueling work.

But my heart melted when the babies
arrived.

Cornelia was so bright and bubbly as a
child.

Master James Withers couldn't help but
take pleasure in how she lit up a room.

Little Juliana would come six years
later.

They were my sunshine, my daily ray of
hope. They kept me going, especially

through the hard times.

Things did become increasingly worrisome
when she arrived.

That horror of being Caroline Lawrence.

Now, Caroline Lawrence Reed.

And Master John Holliston Reed moved out
to live in town, so it was just me and

that cold fish, Caroline.

I think we should bring in the outdoor
table settings before they get spoiled.

I already did that, ma 'am.

Well then, they need to be washed.

I already washed them, ma 'am.

Well then, wash them again.

Yes, ma 'am. I will.

Gone were the days when Dr.

Reed ran a tight ship.

Old age had caught up with him and his
mind was gone.

And dry hope was now going to pieces.

All that mattered to me was that these
gorgeous girls were mine.

And when they grew up, there would be no
more man clawing at them. No more

unwanted visits in the middle of the
night.

Say hello to the lovely Miss Reed for
me.

Just like Ann and Julia, my sisters.

It would be about their brains, not
their bodies.

Dr. Reed gave me his word. I was meant
to be free, and so was

Cornelia.

And then it happened.

Old Dr.

Reed took his last breath at age 92.

He had been a hard -nosed man of the
revolution, but always showed a bit of

softness towards me.

But it was the death of a master.

No good ever comes of it. It stirs
terror in every slave's heart, no matter

you're in the big house or out in the
fields.

And the vultures were already gathering.

They listed all the assets and chattels.

in perfect detail.

Most everything would go to his son,
Master John Holliston Reed, to the

of many.

Finally, it was his turn, and I was at
his mercy.

I've made a decision.

I'm not going to discuss money anymore.

If you don't like it,

You can get married like James.

Then we'll talk about it.

What will happen to Diana?

That's my decision.

You stay away from her, you understand
me?

My.

You're getting sentimental, father.

Can't bear to share Diana with me?

I suggest you leave before you regret
saying that to me.

to read.

No.

I know why you are here.

I know what my father promised you and
what I owe you and the children.

I'm not going to make the same mistake
that my father made.

Here, why don't you take this?

You need to make me one promise, though.

Don't get caught.

Because I cannot help you.

I was promised this day all of my life.

But I would have to say goodbye to every
place, familiar, every person known.

I had my little ones.

But there was a dark and unclear path
ahead of us. For those who are enslaved,

it would always be about saying goodbye.

Wilby would have to say goodbye, too,
many times.

Wilby was a slave who lived in
Wilmington, North Carolina, as a

mason and plasterer.

He again had more freedom than most
slaves and was rented out to help build

grand houses in town, such as the
Bellamy Mansion on Market Street.

But there was one summer in particular
when the town fell into chaos, despair,

and death.

Yellowjack? Yes. That's what they called
yellow fever back then.

It was a time of fear.

but also of opportunity.

We are all in agreement.

There's no time to lose.

Okay, but tomorrow night would be
better. Why, this may be our only

And the weather isn't our favorite.

I've got to go back to Porter's. One
more time, I've got to say goodbye.

Very well.

But we can't have any more delays.

Where is everyone?

Gone. To the country.

Sarah.

Rosala.

They all went with the family.

Well, at least less distraction as we
work.

Yes. As long as we don't end up on the
cemetery wagon.

Meanwhile... My absence was, of course,
noted immediately.

Where the hell is Diana?

I have no idea.

What have you done?

They're my assets.

Mine. You have no respect for my future.

Respect?

You trespass onto my properties.

They are not yours.

Or anyone else's at this point.

I won't hear of it.

I will find them.

Mark my words.

Get out.

By then I was making my way to the
outskirts of Charleston.

And knew of many free black folk in
town.

who might take me in for a while, a
successful fisherman friend, away

sea most of the time, offered his
dwelling to us until our next move.

Thank you, Isaac, for your kindness.

Certainly, Mr. Haggard. Anything for
Miss Nancy's daughter.

Now drink up.

My first thoughts of freedom were, where
are my sisters?

What a thrill it would be to find them.

Little did I know the trials poor Julia
was going through.

A colored woman seeking an education
became a target for violence.

Thank you. Be careful.

Julie.

Come on.

We've got to get out of here.

Go, go, go.

That way, that way, that way.

I'm the word that you keep going.

This is like your third school now.

I have a sister.

And she's still a slave.

In a place that's far more dangerous
than this.

So I have to keep going for her.

For all of us.

I understand.

Never give up, you hear?

Never. Yeah.

Miss Diane, something's up.

I ran all the way here to warn you.

$100 reward will be paid.

for the apprehension and delivery at the
Whitewater Workhouse for Diane, her two

children, Miss Cornelia and Miss
Juliana.

He's right here.

How is it? How is it possible?

How is it possible? We have permission
to leave.

We have papers. I am free.

Well, who would do this then?

I think I know.

That delinquent, John Junior.

I didn't know he would take it this far.

We won't stay long.

Just one more night. Diana, I don't
know.

I don't know.

Juliana, her cough has gotten worse.

Okay. One day.

That's about all I can do. Just one day.

You could now end up in the sugar house,
too.

A jail, or so -called workhouse, for a
runaway and disobedient slave in

Charleston. It was a place of
punishment, torture.

It was hell on earth.

Wilby's life was also just about to take
a major turn.

As plantation families were fleeing
town, Wilby dropped his work and hurried

Porter's Neck Plantation.

He and his mother, Elizabeth, were owned
by a goobernut, or peanut, as you call

it, farmer, named Nick Nixon.

Luckily, Wilby was a smart one with a
hot and valuable asset to Mr.

Nixon.

Hey, Mama.

Hey.

It's okay.

I can find one somewhere else.

You didn't come all this way yourself
just to find an old sheet for your bed.

No.

It's time, isn't it?

Yes. But I will be back.

I promise.

There is no need to look back.

I will always be in your heart.

I will make you proud, Mama.

Son, you already have.

William, you share your gifts with
others.

It is the way of our Gullah people.

As I said before, Wilby was rented out
all of the time as the mason

and plasterer of decorative house
molding.

Wilby was always an optimist, moving
forward, looking ahead, sometimes not

looking at what's right in front of his
face.

Interesting.

Thank you. Just some work papers.

So, this says, pour plaster of the right
consistency.

Yes, making a mixture of gypsum and
water.

Your work sounds fascinating.

Thank you.

they would never forget that exciting
moment when they both realized the

power of literacy between them words
immediately

connected them words gave them their
friendship and their humanity

this is for you thank you

Why on earth would you take the time to
sign it? No one's going to see your name

in the ceiling.

Just in case. They might.

You never know.

It's like my name will be there forever.

Even though I won't.

I guess so.

You're weird, Wilby.

They started reading and writing to each
other.

It opened up their heads and hearts.

It gave them a taste of freedom and a
moment of escape.

To be educated was also illegal and
risky. If someone found out,

they would need their special secret in
the days and years ahead.

I never looked close up at train tracks
before.

The long ribbons of metal left me in
awe.

I felt that if I just touched those
rails, I would feel a pulse,

a vibration, a faraway land of people
living their lives

in freedom.

That one touch would transport us to
safety in the

north.

Thanks to some old contacts my mother
used to have, I was at last able to come

out from hiding and muster up train
tickets to go as far as Pennsylvania.

We would find cover there and find a
doctor for Julian.

Apparently, we were too valuable to be
physically punished at the sugar house.

Maybe Master John Holliston intervened.

No matter.

We were already stripped of our dignity
and beaten down by our

sorrow.

I must attend to my daughters.

The river seemed so still those days, as
if in

mourning.

As were the trees hunched over and
weeping.

My spirit would have been lost forever.

If it wasn't for Cornelia being by my
side.

The dream of seeing my sisters again
evaporated.

But a little part of me would not let
go.

I would have been so excited to know
that my sister Julia was not only highly

educated, a teacher, but also an
important abolitionist who was working

likes of William Lloyd Garrison, the
most prominent abolitionist in the

How do you do?

Abolitionist women were controversial,
especially women of color.

It was hard going for her.

Northerners were just as harsh.

Let us fix the man.

I'll bring you tea.

Oh, that's quite all right, sir. I'll
see you up there.

There you are.

Your tea is promised.

You are too kind.

I'm terribly sorry about you having to
hide like this.

It's quite all right. I'm used to it.

Providence will not be much better, I'm
afraid.

Are you still willing to proceed?

I understand if you're not.

Nothing will get in my way, if I have
anything to do with it.

I like your spirit.

Now please, get some rest.

Thank you, sir.

Julia traveled all the way to Rhode
Island by herself to attend an important

abolitionist conference for women.

Providence will again hear us speak, my
friends.

On to our conferences.

Mr. Garnet. So nice to see that you've
arrived.

We can drop you off first, Mr. Pope.

Julia, unfortunately we'll have to leave
you at the colored boarding house

outside of town.

I understand.

May I take that?

I do hope you ladies have a splendid
conference.

Thank you.

It's so wonderful meeting people from
all over the country.

Where were you born again, Miss
Williams?

Boston? No, uh, Charleston, South
Carolina.

You don't say.

Ah, Charleston, where right is above
souls and selves.

Indeed.

You two know each other.

Oh, yeah. We've been on a coach like
this before, but, uh...

A little more direct than chaos.

Oh, dear.

Driver, we're ready.

You know, it's going to be a long walk
from here to the ladies' conference.

It's going to be dangerous.

And you're not even safe from the plate
catcher's net.

Yes, I know.

Thank you for your concern.

I'll survive.

We all survive somehow.

Yes?

Your pass.

And Charleston, it is unhealthy for you
to live your whole life with this

burden of guilt.

It's how I survive.

It's how I get things done.

Indeed.

It was nice seeing you again.

Good day, Mr. Garnett.

I hope not goodbye.

I do hope to see you again.

Maybe our paths will cross again.

Despite the cemetery wagons going past
Market Street, day and night will be and

his skilled colleagues kept going.

You did a nice job on that window.

Thank you. Three more to go.

I would take your time.

There's no rush.

Okay.

Look, I heard what you're doing.

I'm sorry?

Alright, and I don't agree with it.

You will be putting all of us in danger.

It is in my opinion that all of us are
already in danger.

Thank you, Henry.

I was starting to understand why Miss
Caroline wanted me back so badly.

Poor Master James had died while we were
gone.

A heart attack at 38 years.

And with that, Caroline's lifestyle was
about to come down with a crash.

It was after one of those family
meetings that I saw a look in Caroline's

that was most unsettling.

There's nothing more menacing than an
insecure white woman who knows

she's running out of money.

Eight months since James Withers died, I
could feel the storm approaching in my

bones.

He looked like something the cat dragged
in or smiled and smirked,

licking his chop.

I don't know how this rascal John Maffet
convinced Miss Caroline to marry him.

That said, they ended up being two
perfect peas in a pod, both desperate to

improve their bank accounts.

We should tell them.

Soon.

I know.

Thank you, Diana.

You are, both of you, so refined.

Thank you, Master Mappet.

Diana, would you close the door for a
moment? We have some unpleasant

news.

My worst fears were realized.

We were to be sold on the open market to
the high bidder.

It all happened to us. A downpour to me,
Cornelia, Julia,

and we'll be.

Nice weather we're having.

Smarty pants.

Come on.

But sometimes a storm blows through, the
wind

scrubs the sky clean, and things become
clear like a fresh start.

That's when

little sprouts of hope start to appear.

Such beautiful weather, Henry.

Beautiful weather now. It wasn't too
good the other night.

How did I get back on that boat, Jenny?

It's a miracle our luggage survived.

It's a miracle we survived.

Mighty storm we had last night.

I'll say.

My legs are still swaying.

But on the other hand, my wife says...

Better see legs than I do.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you, ma 'am.

Excuse me.

You look so much like a woman I know
back in Charleston.

Charleston? That's where I'm from.

Oh, you don't say.

May I ask your last name?

Garnett. Julia Williams Garnett.

Williams. Williams.

Now, you wouldn't happen to be related
to a Miss Diana Williams, perchance?

I am her sister.

Well, Lance takes a life.

What a coincidence.

She's a member of the Reed family. Do
you know her?

How is she?

Who is she?

It's been several years since the last
I've seen her.

But I'm sorry to say, I must tell you
some unfortunate news that I've recently

overheard in Charleston.

You see, Miss Diana and her daughter are
under the strict control of a Captain

Matthews.

And he is a seller on the open market as
soon as the opportunity arises.

She has a daughter?

Yes, ma 'am.

Oh, no, Henry.

How could the Reeds let this happen?

Well, look, I'm sorry, ma 'am. I'm
afraid to say, but that's about all I

We are much obliged for the information,
sir.

Yeah, we are grateful that you told us.
Thank you, brother.

You're welcome.

Ma 'am?

This cannot happen.

We must act quickly, Henry.

I promise. We will.

As Julia and Henry headed back to the
United States, a call to action

was launched immediately that traveled
thousands of miles up the coast, over

high seas, and eventually...

making its way to my other dear sister,
Anne, on Nantucket.

A letter for you, dear, from

your sister, Julia.

It's been so long.

Let me see.

And? It's my sister.

She's in terrible trouble.

What had happened to Julia?

No.

My other sister.

Poor Diana.

We will have to write a letter.

Today.

To whom?

Captain James Newland -Maffet.

Diana's slaveholder.

Good heavens.

Reverend James Crawford was a kind,
gentle man and a strong, steady

president.

He took it upon himself to alert all
church -going folk their pressing

In the name of Christ, our Lord, I want
to thank you for your support.

Reverend was also the most sought -after
barber in all of Nantucket, so he

preached to his customers as well.

Looking good.

A little more off the back, please.

Yes, my brother. Amen.

Meantime, Captain Maffet had to move to
Wilmington, North Carolina

because of his Navy duty.

Captain Maffet and Caroline didn't trust
leaving us in Charleston, so

Cornelia and I had to pack our bags and
join them. Little did I know, it was the

last time we would ever see Rice Hope
Plantation again.

We were now living in a strange new
town.

Cornelia seemed to like it, but...

Every waking moment we were worried
about our future hanging on a string.

Then one day, several months after our
arrival, a miraculous letter

arrived into the hands of Captain Maffet
from my sisters.

They were fighting to save us.

Yes. Well, they will become aware of
their reality soon enough.

Dear Reverend Crawford, nothing would
give me greater pleasure to confer upon

them the blessings of liberty, provided
that you pay me $1

,900 for the pair not negotiable.

Thank you, Cornelia.

Can she go now?

So she can do her errands in town.

Yeah, that's fine.

Don't, for a minute, think that we are
not watching you.

You're sort of close to the edge, aren't
you?

Be careful.

You sound like my mother.

Sorry.

No, that's a good thing.

I don't know what will happen to us.

I don't know if I can survive without my
mother.

I know what you mean.

I have something for you.

What is it?

Here.

It's an old writing set that was about
to be thrown out.

This way you can always write about what
you feel.

That's what helps me.

You can also use it to write me wherever
you are.

Thank you, Willoughby.

The greedy devil wants almost $2 ,000
for Diana and Cornelia.

He's only given us a month to come up
with the entire amount.

What are we to do?

All the congregations in the entire
state would not be able to come up with

amount.

I think calling on Garnett is in order.

Don't you think?

Yes.

Julie will know the steps we must take.

Thank you for taking the time to see us.

It is my pleasure.

So you think Anna Richardson would allow
us to use the RIM funds?

If anyone can persuade, it would be you.

I'll write that on a letter at once.

Dear Reverend Carnage, The Society of
Friends grants your request to use the

surplus Weems funds to help your wife's
family.

May our spirits remain strong and
hopeful.

Respectfully yours,

Anna Richardson

Sounds like you need some water.

It's very kind of you.

Thank you.

I didn't want things to end up this way.

Things?

The reeds. I mean, they left me no
choice. They robbed me of my rightfully

acquired assets.

You can understand that, right?

They let you down, too.

It'll all work out for you.

For us.

You'll see.

My iron is getting cold.

I've gathered the post today.

Here, let's have a look.

Praise God.

Julia received $500 and is coming from
England.

How wonderful.

I think this will work.

What is it?

Oh, no.

He lied to us.

True to his character, Maffet brushed
aside his arrangements with Reverend

Crawford and decided to go ahead and put
an ad to sell me and Cornelia.

Maffet had already made contact with the
buyer.

Cornelia and I started packing our
belongings.

Now, Julia and Henry Garnett weren't the
only ones that had connections.

Anne and Reverend Crawford in Nantucket
could pull some strings, too.

Why don't we ask the Wirth family to
help?

Well, hello, darling.

The Wirth family?

Yes. Their cousin, Thomas Wirth, he's a
wealthy businessman in Wilmington.

What if he purchased them from that
monster, Maffet?

And kept them while we gather the funds.

Do you think we can trust them?

Yes, I do. The Wirth family doesn't
believe in slavery.

I pray that you are right.

Diana.

I bid you farewell.

The good news on that fateful day was
that it was good ridden to the matheth

forever.

We were unsure what our new life would
be, but at least for the moment, we were

together. The bad news is we didn't know
what to expect from our new master.

Was he pleasant?

Was he a mean character?

Could he harm us?

My wife is out at the country house with
friends, and we'll be back later this

month.

And I must tell you, and please listen
carefully, this

is only temporary.

I am doing a favor for your family.

Excuse me, sir?

Did you say my family?

I'm a friend of your family in
Nantucket, and I have temporarily bought

that your sister Anne can raise the
necessary funds for your freedom.

I am expecting the money soon.

Here's the letter.

I know you can read.

See for yourself.

What's the first thing you're going to
do with freedom?

I'm going to watch the sunset.

Not get in trouble.

I'm going to keep up with my studies and
I'm going to read more books.

That sounds great.

And I'm gonna write to you, Mr. William
Benjamin Gould.

I promise.

The money has been exchanged.

How do you feel?

I know it's all we could do for now,
but... I wish it was more.

Reverend Crawford had turned over every
stone.

I shouldn't complain.

You are not complaining.

He's quit his job to raise funds full
time.

All with an invalid mother and my
sister, who is ill.

I owe him so much.

And Diana?

How will she cope?

We just have to keep going.

Don't give up.

Remember?

Back, Mama.

Maybe today. We will see.

Well, hello, Cornelia. Where's your
mother? You've got the money?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

It's only enough to buy your mother.

What? No.

That's all they have. They're trying to
raise more.

Then?

Take Cornelia.

Take Cornelia. That won't work.

You have no choice, Diana.

I have signed a contract.

You must go first. It's in the deal.

No! I won't let you take me!

Cornelia, could you take over for a
while?

It was around that time, all three
sisters, my mother, Aunt Anne, and Aunt

became ill.

It was as if their dispositions were
somehow connected.

I think my aunts could feel my mother's
heart, the guilt, the pain of leaving a

loved one behind.

Inevitably, Jay arrived and Mama was
forced to gather her things.

I don't care where I'm going.

Look at me.

New York, Massachusetts.

It doesn't matter.

I won't be free until you're free. You
hear me?

It's all right, Mama.

No, it's not all right.

It's all wrong.

It's all wrong.

But this isn't goodbye. We will see each
other again. I know it. I am strong,

Mama. I know.

You are, baby.

I'm just sorry.

I couldn't save you.

I couldn't protect you.

I tried.

Time to go.

I've lived by the rivers all of my life.

This one's different.

How so?

This one is more inviting, more
mysterious.

I'm sure it certainly holds many
secrets.

I did hear it's about 40 feet deep.

It looks calm and serene. It was
actually very cold with a treacherous

There are so many twists and turns,
offshoots with tall grasses.

Many people have gotten lost and even
disappeared in this labyrinth.

My word.

You know a lot about the river for a
mason.

I thought it was an interesting topic to
study.

Sailing especially.

Okay, genius.

What don't you know?

I'll take away your sadness.

Yes, well... I'm glad you found me here.

Thinking of running away, what do you
think?

I understand the strong pull to escape
right away.

But I would wait a while to think things
through.

Take some time to assess your options.

Escape is all about the timing.

All right, Wilby.

They should be here by now.

Hey, hey.

Making it to the city for the first
time.

Might have slowed them down.

It would certainly be more difficult if
darkness falls.

We've come in.

Hi, Anna.

I know.

Cornelia.

We will save your daughter.

I believe you. I give you my word.

We have a plan to save your daughter.

You must tell me.

Meet Henry. Thank you.

Tyler, pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure. It was

then that I learned

of Anna Richardson, the Society of
Friends, and how our prayers had been

answered. Mr.

Tappan received 645 pounds in silver
sterling, enough for

Cornelia's ransom.

Soon after, I made my way to Anne for
another emotional reunion and an embrace

of 30 lost years.

The feelings were overwhelming.

But with the numerous celebrations at
the back of all our minds

was Cornelia.

And told me some troublesome news.

They hadn't heard from T .C. Wirth in a
while. They received no letters and no

responses to the ones they sent.

Something had to be done at once.

Reverend Crawford, I have a favor to
ask. It's quite dangerous.

But if you agree, you must leave with us
to New York.

I am at your disposal.

He always wanted to visit New York.

And I know this is an immense sacrifice.

That's a brave man.

The problem is, he doesn't have a mean
bone in his body.

I worry that he won't be able to play
the role of a heartless.

Blademaster very well.

And I want to thank you, Diana.

We never forgot you.

It's just that, oh dear, you've gotten
me going.

We didn't know how we could help.

But now, we can.

Reverend James will be back in a minute.
He's out buying gifts for his wife.

Still not a word from Worth.

No.

You really think Crawford can pass for
white?

He probably would be killed if they find
out.

He has pushed me to volunteer.

He insists it will work.

In that case, we need to get him a new
set of clothes.

I agree.

Reverend?

Are you

sure

you're ready for this?

Yeah.

then you're going to have to get on this
train at once.

Godspeed, my brother.

Gifts for Anne.

And my will.

All aboard!

Thank you, Henry.

And just like that, all bets were off.
Everything started to move in fast

like the second hand in a watch piece.

Time was ticking down with not a moment
to spare and much to lose.

Willoughby! Willoughby!

Willoughby!

Hey, Gould!

Yes?

There's someone out here calling for
you.

A girl.

I'm so sorry if I've gotten you in
trouble. It's okay.

What's going on?

I'm being sold.

Mr. Worth, the lying rat is selling me.
Some planter is picking me up today.

Cornelia.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Here. I wrote you this.

I must go or they will punish me.

No. I must go.

The station, sir. Post haste.

Oh,

Mama.

Oh, dear girl, don't despair for Amelia.

I'm your aunt and husband, your uncle.

I am not a plantation owner.

I'm here to help you and get you back
safe with your mother.

You're my uncle?

Yes. The Reverend James V. Crawford at
your service.

I'm a colored man.

My mother's an eagle.

What? Shh.

We're almost at the station.

Dear Wilby, your kindness has given me
strength.

Wherever I am, be sure to know that you
are in my thought and that I hope to

somehow connect with you again through
letters.

And someday, God willing, in person,
very truly yours,

Cornelia.

And with a new fire burning in his
heart, will be worth to begin his own

countdown to freedom.

All I can say is that for Cornelia and
Wilby, there was no turning back.

Wilby!

Wilby!

I'm here.

Under this blasted tarp. You smell like
vomit.

Just get in the boat.

Cornelia would no doubt be arrested, or
worse, if they found out she was

traveling at night with a man pretending
to be white.

They take turns rowing.

It's a race for time before dawn breaks,
but they can't put up their sail, or

they will be spotted right away.

on God's earth, Wilby?

Why would you bring old man Bellamy's
draperies on board? Are you crazy?

Well, I thought to just keep going,
Wilby.

Wait!

Stop that man!

Yes, sir.

What's our time?

Four hours until daybreak.

We're not going to make it. Faster!

Faster!

Wait.

What's that?

Drop these. All you have is your
receipt. You need these to get on the

don't you?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

You can't ride in the passenger car.

You have to hide in the baggage car.

Okay.

There's one near you.

Pretend you hate it. It focuses the
mind.

All aboard!

There it is.

Port Fisher.

I see search lanterns. That isn't good.

What are we going to do?

Let's just hope the fog is in our favor.

It's now or never, boy.

Okay, it's time for the sale.

We've left the mouth.

No way to hide now.

Ship coming port side.

I can't make out the flag.

We'll find out soon enough.

It's either a Confederate ship or a
Union ship.

Whatever the answer, Their lives are
about to change dramatically.

Frederick. Baltimore.

York.

Winchester.

Poplar Springs.

Baltimore.

Baltimore.

York!

Something behind there, girl.

I know you're here.

Here.

No,

no, no, no, no. It's okay.

It's okay.

Hello.

I just have a message for you.

From the nice man in coach.

That's right.

Mr. Crawford wants to know if you're
okay.

Do you need some water?

Oh, no, no, no.

Not so much.

You don't have nowhere to relieve
yourself here.

Yeah, about five more stops.

You're almost there.

Just keep hoping.

I will.

Thank you.

Everyone, keep... Keep still!

That can't be stars and bars, is it?

Boys, I believe it's our beloved, the
whole glory!

Wilby, what are you doing? So we don't
get shot at!

They shouldn't have been here by now.

It's my fault.

My fault. What are you talking about,
Julie?

No one else.

Julia, we are all responsible.

I do not think I will be able to tell
Anne.

To face Diana.

I failed, Henry.

It'll be all right.

Just like your mother.

Cornelia was finally coming home.

And my sister Julia would finally
experience a small moment of peace.

Wilby, he decided to stay with the Union
Navy and, as he put it, fight for Uncle

Samuel. It wasn't all roses. Both Wilby
and Cornelia would have to acclimate to

a new way of life. You wait your turn,
you sticky country man.

Mail call.

Uh, Gould and Mitchell.

It was February 15th, 1858, when the
Stima Island home

proudly chugged closer to Nantucket with
my baby aboard.

A descendant of mine wrote a
particularly touching poem.

It's about Cornelia sailing into
Nantucket Harbor called The Turn.

The Turn stood on the jetty facing
Koatu.

and waited for the day to grow into
something respectable, a schooner, still

stinking of chum or slick with grease,
and the hurrahs of men coming home to

salt roses and little babies for the
hour when clouds split apart into

descendant forms and quaker bells signal
the end of work, the

hour of hearth fires.

Blessings and heaps of shocked shells.

But reading the sign that this was not
the day he longed for, at least

not here,

he bent his body to partner with the
wind. And at last,

Cornelia came into the harbor for the
first time, silent,

with eyes shining.

The day belonging only to her

By

the power

vested in me By the state of
Massachusetts, I now pronounce you man

and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

If I don't have a place to go, I know
that I can follow you.

If my bones decide to move too slow, I'm
only falling for you.

There's a God that sits and listens to
me cry.

He wiped my tears and wiped the plans I
made to die.

He built my spirit and said there's no
point to hide.

That's in the bill and he caught that
the phony lie, but I live here. He said,

no, your breath is mine, but I'm not
free. He said, show your hand is mine.

Put your trust in me. My love is more
than love could mean.

I'm your king. I know just where your
heart is. Adjust with me. Don't fuss

me. I know it's kind of hard in the
unjust. You've seen obstructed things,

you just want to holler.

I said it's time to simply move.

It's time to move, it's time to move,
we're getting out of here. Move, it's

to move, we're going far away. Move,
it's time to move, we're getting out of

here. Move, it's time to move, we're
going...