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[mellow music]

[deep tense music]

[footsteps pounding]

[men yelling] [gunshots bang]

Come on!

[men yelling] [gunshots bang]

Oh, Lord!

My God!

[men yelling]

[glass shattering]

[somber music]

It was June 27, 1844 when my father

was shot and killed by a mob.

I don't remember much of that time.

It is glimpses of memory.

I remember tears and feeling afraid at times.

And not only around the death of my father,

but in the years that followed.

Alexander.

Will you take that up to grandmother?

Yes, mother.

Oh, some jam.

Be watchful if she's sleeping.

I won't wake her if she is.

Oh.

I have a tray for you, grandmother.

Thank you.

Be careful, the tea is hot.

Well, we best set it here so it can cool.

Well, what have you been doing today?

Oh, I've just come from the cemetery.

I wish I could go visit there again.

I fear I am too feeble now.

It is very confusing as I think back

on that time after father died.

I imagine so.

It was the most difficult time for all of us,

especially your mother.

What do you remember?

I've been told bits.

I remember someone coming

in the middle of the night with the news.

Yes.

[fast-paced tense music]

Your cousin, Lorenzo, was the one who bore the news to us.

[fast-paced tense music]

You were just a young boy then.

Alexander, what are you doing?

I was thirsty.

Did you get some water?

Go on then, back to bed.

When will father be home?

I don't...

Soon.

Sweetheart, I'm sure he will be home soon.

Go on, get in bed.

[mellow music]

There had been knocks many nights

before at the home.

Travelers looking for a warm meal and bed.

Warnings of an approaching mob.

Families seeking safety.

They came even before the hotel wing

of the mansion house was built.

They knew they would be welcome.

And when they came, the person who took care of them

cooked their meals, turned down their beds,

tended to their sick, was Emma.

But this night, something was different.

Aunt Emma, I just came from Carthage.

[somber music]

[birds chirping]

Mary.

They are bringing them home.

I want to watch for when they are near.

Your father and uncle were so loved.

When they were brought back to the mansion house

to Emma and Mary, the noble legion stood at attention

and thousands lined the streets, mourning their loss.

Emma, please.

You've fainted three times already.

You're still so weak.

She was no stranger to loss.

Six babes were taken too soon.

I am strong now.

I can see him now.

But experience doesn't make grief easier.

[somber music]

Joseph!

Joseph!

Are you dead?

Have the assassins shot you?

They're my boys.

They're my boys.

[sobbing]

Even with Joseph and your Uncle Hyrum dead,

the mob wasn't resting.

Their hate didn't lessen.

We hardly were able to grieve.

Folks said it couldn't be done.

They said we would lose the government to their control.

Not anymore

They said our way of life would be taken from us.

But we proved them wrong.

We sure did.

That man who hid behind his religion

has preached his last foul sermon.

What we did yesterday will be written

in all the history books.

But we're not done yet.

What do you have in mind?

The body of Smith and his brother

have been returned to their followers.

They will be celebrated as heroes.

Martyrs, even.

We've got to hit them again while they're down.

The Missourians have offered $1,000 bounty

for the bodies.

1,000?

We need to make the message clear.

The Mormons are not welcome in Illinois.

[tense dark music]

Look, Emma, I'm sorry.

We'll miss him so much.

Thank you.

Mother Smith.

I'm so sorry.

[somber music]

My condolences, Ms. Smith.

Thank you.

I understand this is a difficult time.

Yes.

Perhaps you can ease my mind

with something that has troubled me.

With Joseph gone, who will make payments on the properties?

The properties?

Yes, that Joseph bought for the church.

His estate carries a lot of debt.

Now, in my position, you would be concerned...

This isn't the time.

Mr. Rockwell, I hardly wanna seem indelicate but...

Excuse us.

[somber music]

That man's lucky I did not toss him out the door.

Yes, his timing has left much wanting.

I've word that Carthage law is looking for Joseph

and Hyrum's murderers but.

I know.

The law has not been on our side yet.

I don't think that that would change.

The governor was here two days ago.

I asked him to watch over Joseph.

Not even he could help.

He never had any intention to do so.

What?

That evening, I'd forgotten my hat.

I interrupted the governor meeting with others.

They were saying the deed is done.

He knew what would happen.

He let it happen.

He was in such a hurry to leave.

I thought it's strange.

Now you know why.

Have we no friends?

We've more enemies.

The bounty on Joseph and Hyrum,

it's a thousand dollars, dead or alive.

The mobs plan to collect on it.

They would need the bodies to prove it.

Haven't they done enough?

Haven't Mary and I lost enough?

I am sorry, Porter.

You've lost a friend too

and I sometimes forget that you knew Joseph longer than I.

I would follow him anywhere.

Even Carthage,

if he had let me.

He could not have asked for a better friend.

I suspect the mob will try tomorrow.

After the funeral.

Porter, we cannot let them take my husband again.

I have an idea.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you, sister.

Brother.

Thank you so much for coming.

We'll see you at the burial soon.

The families wanna have some time alone.

Thank you again.

Let's hurry.

[tense orchestral music]

Watch your head.

Watch yourself.

[tense orchestral music]

It's time.

[melancholic music]

[tense music]

We had to keep their bodies safe.

It was late at night when Emma and Mary saw to it.

Mother?

Joseph.

What are you doing up?

Where are you going?

I have something to take care of.

Father?

Yes.

Do you think the Heavenly Father hears our prayers?

Oh.

Why do you ask?

Because I asked him to take care of father.

Now, while he's gone.

And I'm sure that he will.

I love you.

[moving orchestral music]

[cricket chirping]

That's the signal.

Come, hurry.

[tense music]

Shovel.

You both need rest.

We can see this through.

All right, then.

[grunts]

[tense dark music]

I think I got this one.

Help me.

Together.

[grunting]

Let's get that top.

[grunting]

[grunts]

Where are the bodies?

They didn't bury them here.

Hurry, put the lid back on.

Why bother?

I don't want them to know we were here.

You hear me?

We cover this up again.

It is worth it to even...

I will not give them the satisfaction!

All right, help me with this.

Thwarting those men was a small victory.

But in truth, the loss wore on us all.

Emma?

Oh, Mother Smith.

What time is it?

Past noon.

Oh, should get back to the...

No, no, no.

There's no need.

We had so much hope coming here.

A new town.

A fresh start.

Is it all for naught?

I wrote to Joseph.

I asked him to come home.

And if I had not, I feel he would still be with us today.

That he might still be here.

No.

This is all part of God's plan.

I didn't understand it at the time.

Just after little Alexander was born,

the spirit of God whispered to me

saying in five years time,

Joseph would triumph over his enemies.

But it's his enemies who have triumphed.

No, they just think that they've won.

All they've done was put Joseph beyond their reach.

They've secured him his glory.

Perhaps, it is not hits fate that I mourn so much as,

so much as my own.

Sometimes I find myself wishing I could have gone with him.

Is that selfish of me?

There's no shame in looking forward to the Lord's rest.

He promised me that one day,

that I would have all my children and now I have lost...

You are sealed to Joseph for all eternity.

You will have Joseph and all of your children.

I am sure of it.

Didn't Uncle Samuel passed soon after father?

Yes.

He arrived in Carthage soon after the mobs

had killed Joseph and Hyrum.

He had to hurry back to Nauvoo

with the mobs still pursuing him.

He rode so hard that he fell ill not long after that.

He did not recover.

Just like mother, you've lost children too.

Our lives have had plenty of tragedy.

Your mother has lived with that

and the shadow of danger over her head

ever since she and Joseph were married.

Was it ever too hard?

The Lord sees to it that it is never more

than any of us can bear.

We may be hit us by waves of grief, fear or pain.

Yet with each wave, he carries us until we can stand.

He lets us feel only what we need to feel,

then takes care of the rest.

How about this tea?

Yes, it's cooler now, grandmother.

What happened after the funeral?

Unfortunately, there wasn't time to grief

before the practical matters demanded attention.

I thought the house work for the children was hard enough.

I forget you have guests you must ready beds for too.

The work never ends.

How are the children?

There are tears at some point every day.

For us all.

The older children especially, having lost their mother,

and now their father.

I fear I alone am not enough.

You are their rock.

They love and need you.

Do you ever fear you will fail?

All these years when Joseph was gone,

traveling, in jail, hiding,

I thought those were difficult but this is different.

It will be different for the rest of our lives.

And the children's lives.

The Lord will ease our pain someday.

I take comfort in the knowledge

that Hyrum and I are still in this together.

Just as you and Joseph are.

There's so much distance between here and there.

There's so much work to do.

I worry for our children.

But then there are the guests,

the farm and the debts in Joseph's name.

They all fall to me now.

I heard Mother Smith talk of it.

She fears the creditors will come after Joseph's estate

and use up all the property there is.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I do not mean to alarm you.

If I can help.

Thank you.

It is a lot to take in.

Yes.

As I understand it, Joseph is the trustee

on many properties meant for the church.

But he made himself personally responsible for the debt

and payment of those properties.

We need a new trustee appointed.

Someone who can make the necessary payments

and decisions so that the lands are not taken away.

I do not think we could appoint someone on our own.

We would need the permission from the apostles.

But brother, they are too far away on missions

and other business.

By the time they arrive here, it would be too late.

I suggest patience in the matter.

Yes, but patience will not ease

when the debts must be paid.

Joseph already owed $70,000 from before Nauvoo.

Others were able to declare bankruptcy, but Joseph wasn't.

I'm already responsible for that debt.

Then let us appoint a temporary trustee.

Will the trustee be able to act now?

He would need to consult with the Twelve.

We need someone who can take charge.

Let us fix this now so lands are not lost.

Perhaps that is the best measure.

Go to Carthage and have these deeds

recorded with the county in your name,

taking over the estate.

I advise against that.

You cannot simply claim all this as your own.

I'm not claiming it all as my own.

I'll assume responsibility so that I can save it.

We should think on this more.

Allow me to counsel with Brother Marks,

Brother Pratt and some others.

You told me the other day that if I would keep still,

there would be enough to pay the debts

and plenty left for other uses.

Can you say that still?

We have lost grain in the store than I would wish.

And so.

Let's offer some replenishments right away.

All right.

Sister Smith.

Brother Amos.

I am sorry to intrude.

No, not at all.

How can I be of service?

We received a visit from a bank man.

I'm not sure I understand.

About our land?

He said we're going to lose it soon.

What?

The prophet had given us that bit of land

for us to build a home on.

We've not another place to go.

I think the man who spoke with you

is trying to stir up worry.

But I feel your concern.

I was wondering if there's anything I should do.

No, I am already doing all that I can

to preserve things the way they are for us all.

Parley, the bills are coming in on the estate.

You know that if something isn't done,

that the creditors will see the land is sold off.

We've discussed it at length.

You cannot rush any action.

We are speaking of the loss of scores of thousands.

As his widow, all of Joseph's debt falls to me.

If no one will make a decision, I will.

I speak not of concern only for myself,

but other families depend on Joseph's estate.

Others have settled there and if those are lost...

I think we should appoint someone else,

a church leader perhaps.

Yes, all right.

William Marks, he is the president of the stake there.

Why not him?

This isn't an issue for just one local authority.

This is the business of the church and its general leaders.

As such, I fear that we must wait

until the rest of the Twelve to return.

Parley is right.

The best thing that we can do now is nothing.

Doing nothing means we risk losing much

in terms of dollars and cents.

We cannot and will not suffer the authorities

and principles of the church to be trampled under foot,

all for the sake of pecuniary interest.

That is convenient for you to say.

The bills aren't arriving in your name.

This is not tied to you providing for your families.

I am not trying to make this any more difficult.

This is a delicate time for the church.

For us all.

Whatever you do, do not take on the entire estate.

That's church property you would be meddling with.

I don't see how you leave me much choice.

Would you see all that Joseph worked to obtain

for the church, our family and the other families

are just taken away?

Emma, please.

I wish you would wait.

And I wish that you would act.

They are exasperating.

They don't seem to understand.

I'm sorry to see such disagreement

between you and the brethren.

But I have to admit that I can see both sides of this.

They're not the ones whose livelihood is at stake.

They're not the ones whose husband were killed.

Could you pass me that towel?

By you and I aren't responsible for the church.

Surely, we owe the brethren some deference.

Not if they undertake to trample me.

I'm sure they are not.

They treat me differently.

As if I want to overstep for some ill reason.

It is hard to trust someone who does not trust you.

You don't think you are overreacting?

Mary, of all people, I thought that you would understand.

Yes, but I admit I have not near the troubles you face.

And I am trying to understand.

Joseph wrote to me a month ago before...

Here, he said that I was to sell all that I needed

to support me, Lucy and the children.

Did he not mean it?

I'm sure he did.

Am I alone in this?

I don't envy the position you are in.

But you are never alone.

Heavenly Father,

I just, I can't see through it all.

I don't know what's right for the church anymore.

And I worry for my children.

I don't know how to protect them,

how to provide for them.

How can I do it all?

Please, help me.

Help me to know what to do.

Please.

It is a little unorthodox for a woman

to be taking on such a complex estate.

I am perfectly capable, sir, I assure you.

I understand you wanting to secure your home.

But the land, this is a lot of land to take on.

I know.

Joseph purchased most of this land for the church

and I have every intention

of making sure they get it back.

I'm just assuming responsibility for now.

There are other ways that we could arrange this.

Not in a timely manner.

I'm sorry but it has to this or risk losing the property.

Very well.

You certainly have the right to proceed this way.

I hope it works in your favor.

Your mother assumed responsibility of so much

because there was no one else to step forward

in time to handle it.

It wasn't a popular decision, some mistook her intent.

But Emma's taking over did save some properties and homes.

But despite her best efforts,

matters went out of her hands not long after that.

Why?

She didn't qualify as an administrator of the estate,

so the Hancock County Court took over.

They appointed a new trustee.

And under his actions, Emma was left with very little.

And later, he left the state with things that,

simply put, did not belong to him.

How can someone do that?

You would think no one would dare treat a widow like that,

but Emma was hardly immune to such treatment.

She worked so hard for you and the other children.

And you know she would not sit back

and enjoy a life of luxury.

Do you remember she had to buy back the mansion house?

And the farm and the homestead.

I didn't understand why though.

Emma had to sell off a great of property

to pay the creditors from Joseph's old debts.

There were public auctions, selling off of family things.

It was a very trying time.

And in addition, there were safety concerns.

The mobs were a continual threat.

Nauvoo was the biggest city in the state back then,

bigger than Chicago.

Perhaps our numbers and influence made some fear us.

Hello, Mrs. Smith.

I'm so sorry to hear about your husband.

Come on.

The mobs wanted all the Mormons gone.

And having the name Smith

did not lessen the danger for us all.

Especially your older brother.

Early that year, January, 1844,

your father gave Joseph III a blessing.

He was blessed to be his successor.

It was a bittersweet moment for Emma.

The potential of a wonderful destiny

but the burden of great responsibility.

But he was only 11 or 12 then.

Well, no one expected anything of him at that time.

Even Brigham Young asked that it not be spoken of,

to protect the boy from those who wanted to hurt the church.

Then there were others who were stepping forward to lead.

It was a time of some confusion.

In August, Sidney Rigdon and Brother Brigham

addressed the Saints.

No, keep digging.

There's got to be one here.

There's a worm!

Are you sure you don't want to come?

It seems everywhere I turn,

people are asking for my support but it's not up to me.

Do you still favor William Marks?

We see eye to eye on some things.

I've had Brother Rigdon and others come to see me.

I feel like they are telling me what I want to hear.

But is it the truth?

I'm just not certain.

You're not the only one unsure.

It is new for us all.

But the Lord will make his will known.

Shall we go?

Of course.

Ugh!

Joseph's trying to make me eat a worm!

No, I'm not!

Why can't the boys do this?

Fredrick would love it.

I'm afraid this is work, not play.

We have to finish this for the guests to eat today,

and then move on to the next chore.

Oh Emma, you should have been there.

What?

Is everything all right?

Yes, we went to the meeting.

Brother Rigdon spoke for some time.

Indeed.

There was nothing moving in his words.

I felt empty.

But then, Brigham Young stepped forward.

He spoke with such power, such authority!

Didn't he not, Mother Smith?

He was remarkable.

He reminded us that Joseph had conferred

the keys of the apostleship on himself and the Twelve,

and that we have acknowledged

that the Twelve were presidents of the whole church.

He said, "Do you want the church properly organized?

"I'll tell you, in the name of the Lord,

"that no man can put another

"between the Twelve Apostles and the prophet, Joseph."

It made such sense.

Just like Joseph, God must appoint a prophet, not us.

Oh, it was so much clearer than how I'm saying it now.

Wasn't it, Mother Smith?

Mm-hm.

Emma, I don't know how else to say it.

But as Brigham Young spoke, his voice.

It sounded like Joseph's.

And when I looked on his face,

even it did shined with Joseph's countenance.

He said Joseph laid the foundation for a great work

and we must build upon it a kingdom

such as there never was in the world.

The spirit I felt was so strong.

Brigham asked the people to sustain the Twelve

as the first presidency.

Nearly all raised their hands.

Poor Brother Rigdon.

It did not turn out as he wished but it is for the best.

We are in God's hands.

Did Mother want Brother Young to lead?

I don't think she wanted to get into the middle

of who should lead next.

She had stood by your father before.

Now, it was someone else's turn to lead.

Then why do people think mother

and Brother Young did not get along?

Perhaps they didn't understand Emma and Brigham's burdens.

Brigham and the brethren had much to worry about

with the mobs still attacking the Saints

and areas further from Nauvoo.

Emma and Brigham had different responsibilities

and saw differently on how to resolve certain situations.

They didn't agree on everything.

They tried to do what they thought was best.

I hope you enjoyed your stay.

Travel safely.

Brother Richards.

Please, come in.

Thank you, Emma.

How are the children?

I think even they are ready

for some relief from this heat.

Aren't we all?

Well, I've come to inquire

after something your husband had worked on.

The new translation of the Bible.

Yes, I have it.

Oh wonderful.

A marvelous work, Joseph did.

It's an important manuscript.

Yes.

May I have it?

Have it?

For the church.

Brother Brigham sent me.

I don't feel now is the time for me to part with it.

I have been its guardian for many years.

It will be protected in our hands.

Allow me some time to think on it.

Won't you?

Of course, of course.

Perfect.

There you go.

Thank you.

Thank you for your business.

This is lovely work.

What can I do for you?

Mrs. Smith.

I was so saddened to hear about the loss of your husband.

Thank you, Mr. Bidamon.

How are you and the children?

We are managing.

Sister Smith.

Well, I wish you all of the best.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Brother Richards, how are you today?

I'm well, thank you.

I've got some great news.

Oh?

Brother Brigham has authorized

for you to have some additional properties.

Oh?

Yes, it's the Quincy property.

It's just a matter of exchanging something for it.

Such as?

The Bible translation manuscript.

Brother Brigham is eager to have it safely with the church.

Joseph entrusted it to me.

I carried that manuscript with us as we were chased

from our home by the mobs.

I kept it safe in the skirts of my dress.

I held my children's hands as we cut through the woods

crossing rivers and brooks.

Please, the concern for its safety is on our hearts too.

What would be a suitable trade for it?

I want no gain or fortune from it.

But it was entrusted to me and I cannot neglect that duty.

Next.

This is able to be repaired

or am I need of a new one?

Other items already had been given

to the brethren in the name of the church's interest.

But the Bible translation was, to Emma, a responsibility,

and she kept it.

Besides, it would not be the last item

asked of her to give up.

Mother, Brother Clayton's come.

Good morning, Sister Smith.

Forgive me, I wasn't expecting you.

Can I get you something to eat?

No, thank you.

I'm here on some business.

What business?

Well, to preserve Joseph's work in the gospel.

There has been discussion that we need to keep records

and items related to Joseph's endeavors.

So I've come to collect a few such things.

I see.

Such as?

His desk and writings, for now.

The church has much of what Joseph has written already.

His private records and notes, his library.

Things that were his.

When I asked for them back,

I was told since he was the president,

his correspondence and documents

were now property of the church.

Emma, please.

It is not an unreasonable request

to have these items returned.

Returned?

These are his things.

Am I have to have nothing to remember my husband by?

The desk belongs to the church.

And the papers in it are his work on the church's behalf,

so I must insist.

When Joseph and I married, we started our lives together.

And from that point on, we did not have a clear line

of what was our family's and not.

So you can insist all you want but...

I have other business to attend to.

[mellow music]

So many memories.

Yes.

[mellow moving music]

How can I give up more pieces of Joseph?

I have already handed over so many of his books

and other writings.

His thoughts.

Each of the brethren has lost a friend

and leader in Joseph too.

Then can't they understand why it's so important to me?

I understand the interest in behalf of the church but...

They are learning and trying the best that they can.

It's hard to give up anything that was his.

But Joseph is not in a piece wood,

paper or iron.

He is in here.

[mellow moving music]

Stop.

Julia, will you run to the Claytons?

Yes, mother.

Leave word that Brother Clayton can come

and fetch father's desk.

Joseph.

Both Emma and the brethren

were trying to preserve Joseph's memory and his work.

Their ideas in doing so didn't always align.

Emma held onto some papers and some other items

which added to the tension.

Though there was much that she gave up.

Is that when people started talking?

I remember something in the newspaper when I was younger.

Well, that wouldn't be the only time

something was written about Emma,

not that experience made it any easier for her.

Such weeds to contend with.

I've convinced the children to help me at home.

When my children help,

they pull what's not meant to be weeded.

One of the risks, I suppose.

Give it here!

What's it say?

Give it!

It doesn't matter.

What is it?

Nothing.

Let me have it, please.

Give it here.

It says you're weak in the faith,

and you're giving all sorts of trouble.

It ain't true!

No, it's not.

Don't you worry about this.

I could use your help, come on.

Alexander, come help me, dear.

Just the weeds.

The stories people told made your mother

seem like she was against the brethren of the church.

I know she felt the sting from those accounts.

[coughing]

Fetch me my handkerchief.

There were good reports too.

There were?

In the Times and Seasons.

They printed something from the apostles.

They said that your mother was an honorable woman.

She would never discredit the name of her husband.

They said the rumors that would spread in the papers

were to injure the Latter Day Saints,

including your mother, and caused a division in the church.

I recall us meeting the brethren here and there

and I always felt that all was well.

Brigham even came to visit around that time,

I think to check up on me.

That was good of him.

And there were good things to come.

For a few months, your mother went back to the homestead

with you and the other children.

She looked forward to the birth of your brother.

[mellow music]

[grunting]

[baby crying]

It's a boy.

Just as Joseph prophesied.

Is he gonna live, doctor?

Tell me this one is gonna live.

This baby is as healthy as they come, Emma.

Oh, David.

[hushes]

[baby cooing]

If only your father could've been here to see you.

The next year, the situation in Nauvoo

brought new uncertainty and danger.

Brother Brigham!

What is wrong?

They've done it.

The Nauvoo charter's been repealed.

[tense music]

Come, tell me all.

Without the charter,

the town lost its ability to protect itself.

There were threats of violence against

the brethren of the church.

They worried about our family too.

Boys, wipe the dirt from your feet!

Oh, Parley.

It's good to see you.

Can I help you?

Emma, you know Brother Huntington.

Yes, of course.

Hello.

He's gonna stay here.

Yes, we always have room for guest at the mansion house.

No, he's going to stand guard.

I don't understand.

Brigham is posting guards at all the homes of the Twelve.

And for you and Mother Smith, and Mary.

We can't risk any harm coming to you or the children.

That is kind to think of us.

Until further notice,

we ask that you stay here at the house.

Oh, Parley, I don't know about that.

I can fend for myself.

Don't I know it, but this is serious, Emma.

We've learned of threats against you and the children.

If the mob got to any of you,

it would be a victory for them.

This is for your own protection.

And when there are errands to be run?

We'll have someone help you with that.

So I am to stay indoors all hours of the day?

Night would be good too.

Oh.

No one wants it this way.

There's just no choice.

We owe this to Joseph.

You know he would want you kept safe.

I suppose you are right.

If you need anything, Brother Huntington,

anything at all, you let me know.

Will do, Sister Smith.

I'm here to serve you.

Come on, let's go.

Whoa there.

Where do you think you're going?

I don't know, out to play in the fields.

Maybe down by the river.

Your mother knows you're headed out?

We always go there.

Things are different now.

I'm here to see no harm comes to you or is found by you.

Back inside.

We just want to play.

I understand your plight but what if something happened

because I let you run off?

It's not fair.

It's like being a prisoner in out own home.

My children cannot enjoy a time

to go and play with their friends.

When I'm allowed out, I'm hustled from place to place

as if someone is chasing me.

Brother Young means to keep us safe.

Does he?

You doubt that?

Or does he mean to keep me isolated,

to keep watch on me?

Emma, be reasonable.

I'm trying, Mary.

But you know the rumors that are being spread about me.

Is this protection meant to keep me and my children safe

or something to keep me out of the way?

As I look back, I think that Brigham

was trying to keep us safe.

But with the disagreements on the property

and the rumors being spread in the papers,

it was easy for your mother to feel suspicious.

And then your uncle made the situation

with the brethren harder.

Uncle William?

He started to make claims that he should lead the church.

Came back to Nauvoo, May, 1845.

His wife was ill.

She died before the end of the month.

And although William was ordained the patriarch,

he was very unhappy.

How are your daughters?

They miss their mother.

But I think they'll be all right in time.

Nauvoo will help.

They seem to be taken with your new little one, Emma.

I'm pleased that David can spend time

with more of his cousins.

Quite the legacy we have here.

And yet, it should be more.

What do you mean?

Brigham Young has overstepped.

Our family should be involved much more

than it is in the church.

You are already the patriarch, William.

For now.

But we're meant for things beyond that.

Joseph would have wanted it.

I think so, but only if it's what God wanted.

What is that to mean?

Emma is simply saying we shouldn't force anything.

Besides, I think you can serve well as patriarch.

Exactly.

But William was not easily dissuaded.

He pursued his claims.

Quite publicly at times.

Mother!

Yes, Joseph?

I found this on the street.

What does it say?

It says Uncle William

should be the guardian of the church

until I am old enough to lead.

Me.

Is it true?

Don't you worry about that.

I thought you're going fishing with your friends?

They've all read it.

I don't want them to.

All right, let's go inside then.

Come on.

I know my brother.

I know his heart and his wishes

and where we are today is not it.

Brother Brigham has deprived my family

of all honor and station in the church.

We've no word of controlment

and we should not be so shut out.

If I were in my rightful place,

I would have things squared up right here.

It's easy to speak for someone who cannot correct you.

He was my brother!

And let me tell you, without me around,

you'll not see any improvements in Nauvoo.

Think of my poor mother, Joseph's mother,

broken down, as she is and almost worn out

with the accumulated troubles of year.

She is neglected, and Nauvoo is neglected.

And you think you can do any better?

You think you can the mobs to leave us alone?

They want your head just as much as Brother Brigham's.

Your brother-in-law is sure making a ruckus.

I hope you aren't aiming to speak up for him.

It's not right.

Excuse me.

And that's not all!

It will only be a matter of time

before you all see who belongs and who doesn't.

He's always been quick to anger.

Yes.

You would think he would be content serving as patriarch.

Now he uses Mother Smith as an excuse

for his claims and to raise money for his cause.

I fear he is looking out for what he wants, not God.

Does he not understand that the church leadership

isn't governed by family relationship?

The Twelve together constituted the presidency

after Joseph's death.

How can he come and claim it is any other way

when Joseph took pains to make that clear?

William has his good traits and bad, like everyone

but I fear he will do what he wants regardless.

William was excommunicated from the church in October.

He came back to Nauvoo in 1846,

claiming that another man,

James Strang, should be in control.

He kept on saying that the family was behind him,

and I fear others in town were anxious about our intentions.

But I don't hear anyone talk ill about you.

Why...

Why do some talk about your mother?

It's easy for a person to speak without thinking.

God knows what's in our hearts.

He knows what each of us experiences.

And he only he will be the one to judge us in the end.

I want you to know

that there were so many people

who wished your mother and you the very best,

even as they left Nauvoo and we stayed.

I remember them leaving across the river

but not much more.

Some people who come here now

say that mother abandoned the Saints.

Every person had to decide what to do for themselves

and their family.

In the fall of 1845,

the mobs carried out their threats.

Started to attack Nauvoo.

We were under pressure to leave.

Hiya!

[suspenseful music]

Over here!

Robert.

Robert, bring the children!

Get her!

Girls, get on the wagon, come on!

Let's go!

Mama, what is it?

Ya!

They're running.

Chase 'em?

No.

You better keep running, we'll get you all!

Every last one of you!

I'll check and see if they left anything good behind.

Hurry up.

We got plenty more Mormons to run out.

[dramatic tense music]

So much violence.

We'd suffered so much over the years.

[dramatic tense music]

But your mother went to help,

however and whomever she could.

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Ow!

Sister Smith.

Shoulder?

Let me look, have a little look.

Ow.

Okay, come this way.

There we go.

Now, be brave.

It's okay.

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Ow!

Better now?

Mm-hm.

Okay, well, thank you.

There you go.

Now, keep this wrapped up for a week or so

and he's be good as new.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

No one's on our side here.

The mobs and the governor, to different degrees,

seek to drive us out.

We knew this would come.

Were would we go?

In the West, we will be left alone

to live that God would have us live.

I had hoped for more time here

but that is beyond our control.

But when could we leave?

We go into the cold of winter soon.

When the rivers run again

and there is grass for the animals, then we will leave.

In the meantime, there is much to do to prepare.

How soon do we tell the Saints?

Immediately.

Clothing for the families that were attacked.

Oh, thank you.

I'm dividing it up as well as I can among them.

So much more to prepare

with Brother Brigham's announcement.

I know.

The men are scrambling to finish the temple,

so that we can complete the ordinances.

And then there is so much to be built for the journey.

I passed the carpenter on the way.

He was laden with wood for handcarts and wagons.

I hope there is enough to go around.

I heard some merchants are raising their prices.

They know they have the advantage

if it is some item we need for the journey.

I myself have been preparing my list of what I need.

I do not know if I will be ready when the time comes.

Keep moving!

Better run, Mrs. Smith!

Get 'em! Kill them all!

Don't let them stop!

We'll chase them

from town to town. Keep running, don't stop!

No more missed in Illinois.

Keep running.

Two down, how many Smiths left?

We'll we ever stop running? The name is Smith,

that's son of hers.

We'll chase them from town to town.

Don't stop!

Shoot 'em!

Will we ever stop running?

Julia, what are you doing?

Nothing.

My friends are busy sewing clothes for the travel west.

[mellow music]

I am sure they will have time for you still.

I know.

They seem so excited but,

I'm afraid.

Are you excited to leave?

No.

No, I'm not.

I spoke with Sister Burke today.

She asked if you were preparing to go west.

Not yet.

Not yet?

There isn't time to dawdle.

I have not yet decided if I will go.

I suppose I assumed you would.

May I ask why you are unsure?

Mother Smith's health is not well enough to travel.

You know she will go if you do.

Perhaps, but should she?

The journey will be long and hard.

Would you see her go if it would injure her health?

Is that the only reason?

Joseph's sisters are talking of staying.

William's claims to a position in the church

has convinced them to stay and support him.

But you do not support William.

No.

But family is added reason to stay.

The brethren have been kind.

They have offered any assistance on the journey yet,

it is not decided.

I suppose it was not a question in my mind.

The Saints will go west.

I am one of them, I will go.

I watch as so many I know and love prepare to leave

and yet the feeling to go with them to move is not there.

Why not?

I'm afraid it will not be safe.

What is to stop our enemies from simply following after us?

But here is not safer.

I don't know.

And that is the problem.

There is no guarantee.

Without my husband.

He was my anchor.

As it is, I feel as if I am merely existing.

Facing one problem or decision, waiting for the next.

There is no rest.

Does that make any kind of sense to you?

I can understand that this is difficult.

And of course, the family is a factor

that must weigh heavily in your decisions.

But will you pray about it?

Of course.

I know this gospel is true.

That knowledge has been a dividing line in my own family.

My brother, my sister and I are hoping for peace.

But we cannot deny what we know.

And with that knowledge,

I know I will follow wherever the Lord

desires his people to go.

Please.

Ask the Lord what you should do.

I have been.

And I will continue to ask until I know.

[mellow moving music]

A letter was published

in the New York Sun in December.

I have not the least objection that these petty tyrants

remove to some remote place.

I have never for a moment believed

in what my husband called his apparitions and revelations,

as I thought him laboring under a diseased mind.

It made Emma appear

that she had renounced her faith in the gospel and Joseph.

Will I know no peace?

Even among supposed friends.

Look, the paper says General Bennett

verified that the letter was mine.

It's preposterous!

People who really know you will know it's not true!

Will they?

You can see the way they look at me.

Oh, the things they say.

No, some believe it.

I have to do something.

I have to show the world that this,

it's all lies!

She started by writing General Bennett,

who we later came to suspect wrote the forged letter.

I never was more confounded

with a misrepresentation than I am with that letter,

and I am greatly perplexed that you

should entertain the impression

that the document should be a genuine production of mine.

Good.

And this one?

To the newspaper itself.

Some of the guests are asking for refreshment.

Here, will you take them this?

Thank you. Yes.

To the editor of the New York Sun.

Sir, I wish to inform you and the public through your paper,

that the letter published Tuesday, December 9th,

is a forgery, the whole of it

and I hope that this notice will put a stop

to all such communications.

Is it too short?

No, I think it's just right.

It's forceful but civil.

My first few attempts were not.

Will it do any good?

If they print it.

Do we have butter?

Yes.

The Sun never printed that letter.

But the local paper did, come the next month.

However, I suspect that Emma still felt ostracized.

Here, drink a little of this.

It's okay.

There.

I'm gonna leave a little of this with you.

Just mix a pinch in with a cup full of water

and have her drink twice a day.

I think I can manage that.

Thank you so much for stopping by, Sister Smith.

I'm so grateful.

This town is so fortunate to have someone so generous.

You'll be a great blessing to us all

when we leave the civilization.

You're making too much of it, really.

No, it's true.

I don't know how we'd manage without Sister Smith along.

I'm sorry to say I won't be much help to you

once you leave Nauvoo.

I'm not going.

It's true then?

Why ever not?

Where would you go instead?

I'm staying here.

I don't blame anyone for leaving

but my place is here.

Of anyone, I thought you would know

that your place is with the prophet of God.

Surely there is no place more important than that.

I don't expect anyone to understand.

I don't even know if I fully understand.

But my home is here.

Oh, Sister Cahoon, I hope you don't think the worst of me.

I could never think that of you, Sister Smith.

I just can't imagine traveling west without you, though.

You're too kind, thank you.

I will miss your friendship.

All this blubbering.

I can't understand it.

I crossed an ocean and half a continent

to follow the prophet, your own husband, no less.

And now you will set this kind of example to the Saints.

Shame on you, Sister Smith.

These people look up to you.

The sisters adore you, and now you will abandon them?

Shame indeed.

[melancholic music]

The government is sending troops

to interfere with our journey.

Some nonsense and rumor about us taking arms

beyond the country's borders.

And the governor is sending men after us as well.

They will try to arrest you again.

Spring won't come quickly enough.

I propose we leave sooner.

We must tell our people to be ready to leave

within hours of our word.

How soon?

A mere matter of days.

Louisa, how are you?

Oh, Emma, I don't know how I will be ready.

What else do you need?

I have the last of the blankets.

But I need a pot too.

I am all out of pots.

Have you tried the blacksmith?

Perhaps there is...

Nothing's left.

All the stores in town have very little.

I have a pot.

I can spare, it's at the house.

I'll have Julia bring it by.

Thank you.

Come on.

It's strange.

I feel as if I've lost all my friends.

Everyone has a new purpose preparing for the trek.

I miss being a part of a common cause like that.

They haven't even left yet and already I miss them.

I would rather see you go

than stay around a withered old woman like me.

Certainly you would do good among the people.

But you aren't going.

If my daughters went, I would go.

But they're staying, so I will too.

Do you think I should reconsider?

It's not a matter of what I think.

It's what the Lord thinks that matters.

You must do what you think is right for you and your family.

No one else bears that responsibility.

Though he had much to worry about,

Brigham and his wife Mary Ann visited before they left.

It's not much but we wanted you to have these.

Oh, Mary Ann.

You did not have to.

We wanted to.

There's only so much we can take west with us.

But I wanted to leave you with something

so you can remember us.

Oh, I will cherish these.

You are welcome to come with us.

I am...

I know, you have made up your mind.

But that does not lessen my worry for you and your family.

I feel you'll be more vulnerable.

We will not be here to protect you.

The Lord will watch over us.

Despite their different views and methods,

I think that Emma and Brigham parted on good terms.

Later, some things occurred which reinjured some feelings.

But months after Brigham left, he sent me a letter,

inquiring about all of us here.

And renewed the invitation to come west.

I was touched by his concern.

When did Brigham leave?

He left with most of the Saints in February.

Simply crossing the river was a dangerous feat for everyone.

Nauvoo held more than 12,000 Saints

who were preparing to leave.

Such a group couldn't cross a river in those conditions,

one wagon at a time.

That would have taken months.

How did they manage?

A hard freeze descended on the city.

The Mississippi froze from shore to shore.

Wagon after wagon, family after family,

they started to leave.

[melancholic music]

Will they be safe?

God will be with them.

Seeing everyone go now.

I thought I prepared myself to see them leave.

I didn't.

It will not be the same here now.

In so many ways.

Not without them.

[coughing]

Thank you.

Can I fetch you anything else?

No, no, this will be fine.

Are you certain?

Mm-hm.

So, most everyone left then.

There were a few hundred of us left,

A far cry from before.

Aunt Mary didn't leave until almost when we had to.

Yes.

The fact that some Saints were lingering on us

what made the mobs angry.

They couldn't understand why.

Why did some stay?

Was it that they did not have all the supplies they needed?

Well, for some, certainly.

But others worked on the temple.

The house of the Lord.

And with in it, God blessed us

to have our families together always.

Such a horrible day when someone burnt it the ground

two years later.

I remember.

Lewis was furious about that.

Emma and I were heartbroken.

But despite its destruction,

it did not forfeit the work

that had already been done inside.

Took great work to build and to ready the temple.

And for the few of the Saints that would in 1846,

they didn't know when they would have the chance

to be in the temple then

if they did not seize the moment then.

And so they went.

The mobs saw this.

And they saw it as a sign that the Mormons

would not completely leave.

They're still here

Who?

Those Mormons.

I saw some leave today.

Some ain't the same as all.

Whatcha wanna do?

If they're not gonna leave,

we're gonna start picking them off again.

One by one.

Throughout the summer, there were skirmishes

with the mobs and the remaining Saints.

It was Lewis actually who tried to keep the peace.

He did?

He was appointed by the government

to represent the state militia.

His task was to negotiate with the mob.

There is no need for violence against the Mormons.

But there wouldn't be, Mr. Bidamon,

if they had done what they said they would.

They are leaving.

And I must say I am impressed with the speed

with which they are leaving.

For so many to make preparations

to take such a long journey, they've done a great deed.

But they're still here.

Not many, and not for long.

If you are concerned that they will suddenly decide to stay

or return to Illinois, your fears are unnecessary.

So you say.

Yes.

I cannot make any promises for the Carthage Grays

or any other concerned citizen of Illinois.

Yes. Yeah.

Then let me leave you with something to consider.

The governor will not allow the situation

to get out of control.

Well, we aim to help you control those Mormons.

I can tell.

I wasn't talking about controlling them.

The situation worsened.

Those still in Nauvoo were trying to leave,

including Mary.

Mary left on the eighth of September.

This one's for you.

You are ready?

I hope the items we wish we had

but I can't think of them now.

We will be fine.

Oh, I want you to have this.

I hope it will be safe on the journey

but if it breaks, do not fret.

Oh.

Thank you.

We will be praying for you.

[mellow music]

Okay, okay.

[melancholic music]

God be with you.

Do you think we will see them again?

Yes.

If not in this life, then the next.

You're positively shaking.

Whatever's the matter?

Well, this just came for you.

And the man who delivered it was none too friendly.

[tense music]

They've threatened to burn the house down

if we don't leave.

All right.

Let's make up the children's beds downstairs tonight.

Your mother knew she could not stay in Nauvoo

long either, as least not until the danger subsided.

[gunshots bang]

[tense music]

Mother!

Joseph!

Look!

Somebody tried to burn the house down.

Was it the mobs?

Go get Julia.

Get your brothers, tell them to pack their things.

[suspenseful music]

You best be leaving!

The mobs are at the edge of town!

What?

[suspenseful music]

Boys!

Joseph has a wagon ready.

Okay.

Take this out to Joseph, tell him we are on our way.

Wait, here, take this as well.

Is that everything?

There's no room for more.

[suspenseful music]

Emma left just in time by boat.

She took you and your siblings to the town of Fulton.

The mobs attacked Nauvoo.

600 or more so people fled to the river banks.

Some of those poor people

couldn't find a boat to carry them away.

There was one man who had the ferry

but he refused to let anyone aboard.

His name was Almon Babbitt.

I remember that name.

He was one of the men that Brigham have left behind

to settle accounts and to sell properties of the church.

And his methods were questionable, to say the least.

What did he do?

When your father was jailed in Carthage,

she had sent for Babbitt.

He was a lawyer, he had been hired before.

But he sent word back that it was too late.

He was working for the other side,

the very men that sought to imprison Joseph.

[coughing]

Where was I?

Leaving Nauvoo.

Do you think we would have been safer

if we had traveled west with the Saints?

Well, that's an interesting question.

The Saints were not unscathed while they traveled.

We got reports back of all the hardships

they had to endure on their journey.

Perhaps Emma's decision and mine

was a good decision compared to a better one.

I don't know if I would say that staying or going was bad.

Emma knew what she had here.

There was comfort in that.

She didn't stay away from Nauvoo for very long.

Just a few months.

We came back quite suddenly, I think.

Emma had rented the mansion house to a Mr. Van Tuyl.

And she had heard word from a friend, Dr. Bernhisel,

that Mr. Van Tuyl was meaning to leave

without paying months of rent.

[tense music]

Turns out he was planning to flee

with your mother's things.

[tense music]

She arrived just in time.

Mrs. Smith.

You can leave everything right there, sir.

I don't think he paid the monies

that were owed to your mother,

but she did manage to stop him.

Nauvoo wasn't the same.

There were many rough characters,

river men as they were called.

[suspenseful music]

You see that?

Excuse me.

Nice things you got here.

Yes, you can purchase them inside the store.

Why bother with such a formality?

You stop it!

How are you gonna stop us?

May I help you gentlemen?

Nope.

Just helping to carry some things in for Mrs. Smith?

Thank you, Mr. Bidamon.

Mrs. Smith.

Burglaries were quite common.

With no law present,

the people had to protect themselves.

It was a frightful time.

[tense ambient music]

Not in my house.

[gunshot bangs]

[grunts]

Wait, Betsy?

Betsy.

Betsy, no.

It's okay.

I got you.

It's okay, it's okay.

One of Emma's friends was shot by her husband,

being mistaken for a robber.

[sobbing]

How does she feel?

She's very warm.

There you go.

Give me you hand.

Pressure here.

Just like that.

Howard, here.

Take care of this, please.

Emma tended to her for as long as she could.

Howard.

Yes?

No.

No, no, no.

[somber music]

I'm sorry!

[Howard sobbing]

I think the sense of fear throughout the city

made Emma realize her days of making do on her own

couldn't last.

She needed something to change.

Here, mother.

Oh, I think this thread were far too dark.

A minute.

It's Mr. Bidamon.

[jolly music]

Oh!

Oh, confounded wig!

Is that why she married Lewis?

So he could protect us?

I think there was more to it than that.

They courted.

But certainly marrying Lewis

was not a decision she took lightly.

Your mother has never stopped loving your father.

He asked and now, waits for my answer.

Have you made a decision?

I thought I had but I can't.

I can't walk away from Joseph.

Marrying Lewis does not mean

you're walking away from Joseph.

But it feels like betrayal.

How can I do that to him?

He's not here.

So there's no betrayal.

We're still an eternal family.

Either I'm loyal to him always or I'm not.

To love one person doesn't mean there's no room

in your heart for someone else.

Of course it's not going to be the same

as what it was with Joseph.

But you and Lewis care for one another.

In a way, it shows Joseph you enjoyed marriage.

You do not think he would be hurt?

True love rises above that.

It means a person selflessly

feels the happiness of another person

without expecting anything back.

What about the children?

How can I know Lewis would be good for them?

Lewis looks to you to help raise his daughters.

Isn't it natural that you would want his help

raising your children?

But I don't want to replace Joseph as their father.

I don't want then to think I am forgetting.

Of course, not.

But the influence of a father can come from someone

who isn't their own flesh and blood.

His presence can offer such comfort and protection

for your children too.

As she decided, opinions were expressed

about marrying Lewis.

Almon Babbitt never had trouble expressing what he thought.

Good day, Mrs. Smith.

Mr. Babbitt.

Or should I call you Mrs. Bidamon?

Hello, I... This marriage of yours

is not looked upon very favorably.

It is by me and Mr. Bidamon.

Since we are the ones entering the marriage,

you need not concern yourself.

Mr. Bidamon has no right to marry you.

And by the same principle, you have no right to marry him.

You of all people cannot tell me right from wrong.

I'm sorry, sir.

Forgive me, but I will return your shop isn't so crowded.

Almon spoke with Emma again

not long before he finally left us and Nauvoo.

Sister Smith.

I've come to offer you passage to the Salt Lake Valley.

Has something changed that would make me want to leave?

You and the children should move there.

We are fine here, thank you.

You may think so now, but I've been appointed

to see Brigham's wishes through,

and Brigham wishes to see you come West.

I'm afraid you're not understanding.

Nothing has changed that would entice me

to leave the life I have here.

Maybe not yet.

But it's been determined to make you poor.

So poor that I suspect you'll be willing

and glad to move out there for protection.

Is that a threat?

It's my instruction and purpose, and I'll see it through.

Say whatever you want, Almon.

It may be possible for you to make me poor,

but you could never make me poor enough

to follow Brigham Young.

[mellow music]

There had been some correspondence from Brigham

shared with us by Almon Babbitt and others

but none was so alienating as what he said that day.

He implied his words were from the brethren.

But I wonder if the message from Brigham

was more of an invitation and not a threat or a demand

that he made it seem to be.

Who knows what Babbitt said about Emma's responses

to Brigham?

But regardless of what he thought

or what he said others thought,

Emma wasn't swayed to leave.

She began her new life with Lewis.

They married on December 23rd, 1847.

Some view that as odd,

since Joseph's birthday was December 23rd.

But it simply was the day the marriage could be performed.

I know people speculate about your mother and Lewis.

But he and your mother work together to provide for you all.

There is affection and respect.

Lewis didn't try to make us forget about father.

I remember a man was talking ill about father

and Lewis didn't let him.

He stood up for father.

He wants the Joseph's memory to live on.

He's even agreeable to hang Joseph's portrait downstairs.

[coughing]

Grandmother?

I'll be well enough.

I should let you rest.

Alexander.

There are many people who knew your mother

and many who have never met her,

who will talk about her both good and ill.

There's something I want you to understand.

I know what she has had to endure.

And I have never met a woman in my entire life

that would endure such fatigue and hardship,

from month to month, and year after year,

with such courage, zeal, and patience your mother has.

She's been tossed with uncertainty,

lived through storms of persecution,

and the rage of men,

which would have beaten down almost any other women.

Never forget that.

Never forget what a remarkable woman she is.

[mellow music]

I found that I would face the opinions

of many men and women about my mother as I grew older.

But I am grateful for what my grandmother

shared with me that day.

She passed away May 14th, 1856.

My mother missed her dearly.

Grandmother was her friend, her confidant and guide.

[mellow moving music]

I never forgot what she said about my mother.

Despite what any person said

or thought about Emma Hale Smith, I knew who she was.

And I cannot ignore what she sternly declared

to my siblings and me.

I believe Joseph was everything he professed to be.

I know Mormonism to be the truth

and believe the church to have been established

by divine direction.

I have complete faith in it.

My belief is that The Book of Mormon

is of divine authenticity.

I have not the slightest doubt of it.

My mother continued on, full of faith,

looking to God to help her through.

She was charitable.

Always taking in a child or stranger who needed help.

And hopeful.

I remember her writing to my brother

that she had seen many trying scenes in her life

which she could not see where any good could come from them.

But yet she felt a divine trust in God

that all things should work for good.

She held onto that hope and trust

that all would be well in the end.

And she looked forward to a time when our family

would be together.

I didn't understand just how deeply she wished for that

until I returned to Nauvoo.

When I came home, it felt just as it always was

when I was a child.

Except my mother was not busily going about

so many chores and errands.

[mellow moving music]

She was ill.

I summoned my brother Joseph immediately.

We took turns staying awake with her throughout the night.

Some nights, we did not expect her to last

until the morning.

It wasn't long before she did not recognize me or Joseph,

or anyone else.

She began to be agitated.

[groaning]

Joseph!

Mother?

Mother, what is it?

Joseph.

Mother, I'm right here.

She did not answer.

She passed away before dawn, April 30th, 1879.

I assumed she had been calling for my brother.

But her nurse shared with me something

that happened days before.

My mother had a vision.

Emma, come with me.

[mellow moving music]

My father led her to a mansion.

He showed her the different rooms.

It was beautiful.

And then my father led her to a nursery.

There was a babe in a cradle,

who mother recognized right away.

It was Don Carlos, my brother,

who died a few months after he was one year old.

Joseph, where are the rest of my children?

Emma, be patient, and you shall have all your children.

[mellow moving music]

She saw the Lord.

I'm told years before my father died,

my mother was given a blessing,

which said she would see Jesus Christ.

I don't understand it all, but it makes my heart swell

to think of the joy she must have felt in that moment.

Hearing about my mother's account,

I wonder if her last words in calling for Joseph

was not a call for my brother, but for my father.

I think of her and father, together,

with some of her children again.

Can it really be so?

It provides me a grand hope.

I can imagine the joy mother must feel.

And I am happy for her.

I can hardly wait to see them all.

[mellow moving music]

[moving orchestral music]