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♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down deep ♪

♪ Lord,
I'm tired and oh so weak ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down deep ♪

♪ Dig me a grave
that's six feet deep ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ Who's gonna save us now? ♪

♪ Who's gonna save us now? ♪

♪ Blood in the river ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ There's blood in the river ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ Who's gonna save us now? ♪

♪ Who's gonna save us now? ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna save us ♪

♪ Now ♪

(Fireworks screeching, popping)

♪

MAN: Richmond Dispatch!
Got your newspapers right here!

- Papers here!
- (Crowd chattering happily)

(Marching band playing)

♪

NARRATOR: Civil war looms
over a divided America.

The northern states aim

to preserve the Union
and end slavery,

while the southern states rely
on slavery

as their economic
bedrock.

This division leads states to
secede from the Union

starting with South Carolina,

followed swiftly
by Mississippi,

Florida, Alabama, Georgia,
Louisiana and Texas.

Virginia's fate hangs
in the balance.

Abraham Lincoln,

newly elected president
of The United States,

resides in The White House,

while Jefferson Davis,

the soon-to-be elected
president of the Confederacy

will come to reside in
The Gray House.

This story is inspired by
historical events.

♪

(Steam hissing)

(Men chattering)

(Steam hissing)

(Coughing)

DEPUTY:
Papers, boy.

(Crowd chattering)

MAN: Yes, sir...

WOMAN:
Was it a long trip?

DEPUTY:
Pass or your papers.

SLAVE:
I got my pass right here, sir.

DEPUTY: I told ya,
no papers, no pass...

- BAKER: Oat cakes!
- (Bell ringing)

DEPUTY:
All right, who's next?

Master sign this?

WOMAN: Yes, sir.
That's his mark.

(Horse whinnying)

DEPUTY:
Papers.

Get on your way.

(Breathing heavily)

Ye awright, mum?

Got your pass, trogle?

I'm... freed.

Then, let's see your papers.

(Breathing heavily)

Are you deaf?
I asked you a question.

Answer me!

No need to be
so harsh with the lass.

She seems sickly.

You got a license to pedal
in the street, mister?

BAKER:
Aye.

Fresh and crisp
from the County Clerk.

Would you like
to keep 'em?

- (Scoffing)
- Can't have undocumented

n****** gallivantin'
around Richmond.

I got there manumission papers.

So, let's see 'em.

Hmm. Here they is.

I can't read this.

Hmm. Well,
I'll reads it to you...

if you don't know how.

Pike! We need
the Slave Patrol's help.

Couple of bucks busted
outta the Devil's Half-Acre!

(Bell ringing)

Bully's got the hounds and we're
huntin' 'em down the river.

Come on!

- We gotta catch up!
- Where'd she go?

Don't know.

We gotta hurry, boss!
Let's go!

Move!

- Watch your step, darlin'.
- Evening.

- Good afternoon.
- Good to see you, sir.

(Chattering)

(String section playing
classical music)

♪

DRIVER:
Whoa there! Whoa!

(Guests chattering)

Welcome to the Van Lews'.
Good evening, ma'am, sir.

Step right on in now,
right on in.

- Welcome to the Van Lews'.
- MAN: Good afternoon.

(Upbeat music playing)

Now, whatever
Lincoln may profess,

Illinois' baboons
are in the pocket

of a crackpot abolitionist,

not to mention a wild-eyed
Free State acolyte.

Well, if Virginia
should choose to secede,

let's hope my Maryland
will follow, huh?

(Making gunshot sound)

Oh, how do you do,
Mrs. Van Lew?

Evening, Toby.

Evening.
Well, hello there.

- So lovely you could come.
- MAN: Thank you so much.

WOMAN: Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Yes.
Evening, Governor Wise.

Ah, Mrs. Van Lew.

What the Republicans intend is
to starve the South's economy

and legislate our entire
way of life out of existence.

Surely, Governor Wise, that's
because it's based on slavery.

Our Southern states clothe
the world,

Miss Bremer,
rich and poor alike,

and are justly paid for it.

Our sea island cotton is
universally sought after.

As my father says, your
Scandinavia is no exception.

(Chuckling)
Ah, no slaves, no cotton.

No cotton, no wealth.
No wealth, no progress.

Quod erat demonstrandum!

Envy, Miss Bremer,
envy, that's all it is.

Just because the North is
unable to grow a simple,

measly stalk of cotton, envy
will tear this country apart.

Surely,
Mr. Lincoln merely opposes

the extension of slavery
or am I--

Mr. Lincoln is a dupe,
or dishonest, or both.

I wouldn't waste
a belch in his direction.

Now, now...

Gentlemen, Miss Bremer
has traveled to Richmond

all the way
from Scandinavia...

My, my.

...to familiarize herself

with our customs
and Southern hospitalities.

So, I'm sure you'll
forgive me if I scoop her up

and introduce her
to some other aspects

of our local
flora and fauna.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Gentlemen, please remember,
general topics of conversation

are the order
of the evening, hmm?

Oh, Mrs. Van Lew,
we will speak of nothing

but the delightfulness
of your gala.

That's right.

- (Breathing heavily)
- (Dogs barking in distance)

Come on! Come on!

- (Dog barking)
- (Men shouting)

(Dogs barking in distance)

Come on! Grab my hand!
Come on, move!

MISS BREMER:
Seriously, Mrs. Van Lew,

are all your guests
at the festivity

in favor of slavery?

Nothing quite
so simple as that.

Some are... quite advanced,

my dear, as you will see.

And call me Eliza.

William. William.

Kindly see to it that
certain liquid refreshments

are served on the periphery
of the room.

The gentleman
immediately behind you

could do with a slight...
hiatus in their libation.

WILLIAM:
Yes, ma'am.

Oh, Mr. Broadnaxe,

may I introduce...

Miss Fredrika Bremer
of Sweden.

- Well, how do you do?
- Mm.

Fredrika,
this is Mr. Duncan Broadnaxe -

esteemed editor of The Richmond
Chronicle newspaper.

FREDRIKA:
Oh.

Welcome to Virginia,
Miss Bremer.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Yes, Miss Bremer is considered

the Harriet
Beecher Stowe of Europe.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

Although her writing deals
not with Negro affairs,

but the plight
of women.

She advocates for
the right of women to vote.

Indeed?

MAN:
We closin' on 'em!

My hounds are
gettin' real eager!

(Dogs barking)

(Sniffing)

They found their scent.
Release the dog!

(Snarling)

(Gasping, whimpering)

Oh, God! Aah!

(Barking)

(Dogs barking in distance)

(Dogs snarling and barking)

BULLY: God damn it!
I warned you!

My hounds know better!

Get it off him!

PIKE:
Dumb bastard's own fault.

Wouldn't 'a gone for
his neck, he hadn't fell.

Goddammit,
that's costin' me money!

Unless he cut across
the river!

I'm afraid
we lost the other one.

BULLY: You're gonna keep those
mangy-ass dogs on a short leash.

Or you know what?
I'm gonna put 'em both down!

And you know what?
Those runaway slaves?

They're coming out of your pay!
Give me that!

- Come on.
- (Dog whimpering)

Out of your pay!

(Dogs barking)

We'll pick up tracks
on the other side!

(Breathing heavily)

- (Straining)
- (Men shouting in distance)

Psst! It seems to me

you're more of a thief
than a freed woman.

My papers got tore up,
you saw it.

Oh. I cannot be
certain what these are.

Please, sir, help me.

I'm not much aidin'
and abettin', lass.

Take me up to Church Hill.

The Van Lews will
pay you a reward.

Church Hill?

(Sniffling)

The Van Lews?

Heh.
It's too risky.

They're regalin'
all'a Richmond's

who-be-the-who's
there tonight.

No, sir, you see,
there's no risk at all.

If the Van Lews
don't pay you,

turn me over
to Bully Lumpkin.

Now, you know
he'd pay a reward.

Either way,

I'm walkin'
cash-money, sir.

(Chuckling)

You sure you're
from around here?

You don't
think like any other--

"N***** girl?"

Well, sir, I assure you,
I was born and raised here...

in Richmond.

Oh...

All right,
up with you.

Come on. Up you come.

- (Gasping)
- (Dogs barking in distance)

(Chattering)

Thank you.

(Upbeat music playing)

♪

Mr. Hampton Arsenault,
welcome.

Well, Mrs. Van Lew...

A splendid evening

has now elevated itself
into a perfect one.

Oh, my thanks for that
quite undeserved compliment.

Where is your
lovely daughter?

Buried under a throng
of admirers, no doubt.

And here I was
lulled into thinking

it was my repartee
that had drawn you here.

(Chuckling)

Don't despair,

Elizabeth will be
down shortly.

Thank you.

♪

- (Dogs barking in distance)
- (Gasping)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Dogs barking in distance)

(Dogs barking in distance)

(Upbeat music
playing in far distance)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Breathing heavily)

(Thunder rumbling)

Scoot, scoot,
little chickens.

It's time for bed!

I'm gonna sprinkle some
fairy dust for your dreams.

That's my good girls.

(Upbeat music playing)

(Door opening)

- (Upbeat music playing)
- (Guests chattering)

The longer you stare,
the more fault you'll find.

I speak from experience.

Your presence is
required downstairs.

Tonight's celebration

was... not... my... idea.

Yet, you exhausted

every purveyor of fine apparel
in Richmond to dress for it.

For those who came
to gawk at an old maid.

Oh, now... don't presume

they came on your account,
young lady.

And, if gawkers there be,

we must not disappoint.

All to spend
a sweltering evening

cooped up in a cage
of corsets and hoops.

I shall have to steer
you clear

of our guest
Miss Fredrika Bremer.

She'll convince you to start
parading around in britches.

(Both chuckling)

Bloomers mother,
not britches.

Well, can't say
as I see much difference.

Has he come?

Hmm?

Of whom are we speaking?

Mother!

Mr. Hampton Arsenault
has arrived

and inquired as
to your whereabouts,

however, well...
(Gasping)

...now, he's so much
in demand.

If you don't intend
to come downstairs,

I suppose I shall have to

refer him to one of his
many other admirers.

(Laughing)

I don't know why
I insisted on green,

I'll look though if I'm
coming down with the ague.

Elizabeth!

A Van Lew never quails
before the summons to battle.

(Groaning)

(Wind gusting)

Uh, Tadpole,

go get me that
lighting taper over there.

Yes, Uncle Isham.

- Go on.
- Right away.

(Thunder crashing)

Blowin' in from the West.

Look like gonna
rain on the party.

Yeah, look like God has got His
own fireworks in mind tonight.

Come on. Come on.
Come on, Tadpole. Come on.

Gimme that light.

- Uncle Isham?
- Hmm?

Mrs. Van Lew said you ain't
s'posed to be climbin' ladders!

I suppose you're right.

Go on. You climb.
I'll hold.

- (Horse whinnying)
- (Carriage approaching)

TADPOLE:
We expecting company?

ISHAM: No, we ain't.
What's he doing here?

BAKER:
Whoa. Whoa.

Hold up,
Baker Man.

The Van Lews weren't
expectin' a delivery tonight.

What I'm deliverin', I don't
think any of you were expectin'.

She said she belongs here.

Oh... Uncle Isham.

ISHAM:
Lord...

Mary Jane.

ISHAM: See you get...
(Continuing indistinctly)

BAKER:
I got it.

Hang on.

ISHAM:
Easy, easy, easy.

Easy. Take her inside.
Take a inside.

(Breathing heavily)

Tadpole,
that's Mary Jane, your cousin.

Been all the way to Africa.
Now, she back.

- No fooling?
- No.

We gonna tell Miss Eliza
and Miss Lizzy?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Um, we tell 'em
in the morning, not tonight.

It'll be a surprise.

(Dogs barking in distance)

(Upbeat music playing)

- (All laughing)
- Laurette,

how long will you and
John be residing here

with your in-laws?

Ugh. Well...

it's bad enough my girls and I
must endure the "hospitality"

of my husband's
peculiar family

until the re-model of our barn
of a home is complete.

Now, there's the burden
of this gathering

of all the available
men in Richmond

for my sister-in-law,
under the guise of patriotism.

As well as points
further south.

Oh? Like the delightful

and very handsome
Mr. Hampton Arsenault.

One more.
All right...

Yes. Now, had I known

New Orleans gentleman
were so becoming,

I would've endeavored
to make a sojourn there.

- Laurette!
- Laurette!

Oh, before I married
John, of course.

In the days
of my availability.

Oh.

The Van Lews certainly
spared no expense.

Well, heaven knows
they can afford it.

Well, of course they can.

Though it does appear
a mite desperate -

Lizzy's last opportunity
to be plucked off the vine.

(All chuckling)

I heard she had a beau
who died tragically.

LAURETTE:
Oh!

(Upbeat music playing)

♪

Mm. Pity.

I believe men are more drawn
to a widow than a spinster,

knowing someone once deemed
the lady worthy of a proposal.

WOMAN:
Oh, Miss Elizabeth!

Heavens sakes,
she's a lovely girl.

My sister-in-law
has not been a "girl"

for a good many years now.

(Chuckling)

(Chattering)

Around your sister, I feel like
a weed in a garden of roses.

- ELIZABETH: Congressman.
- Miss Van Lew.

Mr. Webster.

If she were to notice me at all,
it would be to pluck me out.

Confidence, my friend.
Confidence!

- Miss Elizabeth?
- Erasmus.

HAMPTON:
Miss Elizabeth...

Suddenly, the whole
evening has brightened!

Did the servants
bring more candles?

My, my, sir, you give me
great cause for concern.

They say the onset
of blindness

is preceded by sudden
flashes of light.

Oh.
Is that what they say?

They also say
that blindness

is the principal attribute
of heartfelt devotion.

If so, then,
I am already blind.

(Chuckling)

Well, it's an honor that
you thought

to finally include us
in your busy peregrinations.

Oh, Hampton cannot
resist any soiree

which boasts both
a floor and a roof.

Oh, is that right?

My dear Obie Wise,
quite the warrior, I see.

HAMPTON:
Mm-hmm.

I stand Virginia proud.

Well, let's
just say you'd do better

to dress up for battle less
and to read your Bible more.

We must be prepared
for Northern aggressors.

Well, I doubt
they'll attack tonight.

(Elizabeth chuckling)

Our United States democracy
is the only one in existence

on this entire planet.

Surely, you do not wish
to secede from that.

- Well--
- If you'll excuse us,

there's something
I must show Miss Van Lew.

Of course.

Well, behold, the glories
of a Northern education.

The woman's
a walking pamphlet.

- She's insufferable.
- Mm. She is.

You know,
under other circumstances,

a good old-fashioned
spanking would be an order.

It may also
behoove you and your...

Governor Daddy
to refresh your grasp

of our American
Constitution.

You should
familiarize yourself

with the sovereign rights
of our beloved Commonwealth.

Oh? Like your right
to dress up

in that dandified
made-up uniform?

There comes a time, sir,
when insults of a certain order

demand satisfaction.

Are you challenging me,
Mr. Wise?

Honor must be
defended with action.

You have faced
a dueling pistol before?

This is not
your quarrel, Mr. Booth.

Obie's duels
are more regular

than the train
to... Fredericksburg.

And, as you can see,

he has never
been derailed.

You men, you're like a couple
of fighting game cocks.

My friend
Charmaine here

would appreciate
if you put some of that...

masculine energy
into a waltz.

Enchanted.

- Congressman...
- Lovely.

...so, you're from
western Virginia.

That's right.
There you go.

- Stokely.
- Ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

Evening.

I suppose I should think twice
before speaking my mind.

Whatever will you
think of me?

All the more
for having dared to do so.

Now, as I have
failed to entice you

to my most
Southern homeland,

I've brought a bit of
our Cajun Country to you.

(Crowd gasping)

(Hissing, snarling)

Oh, my...

- ISHAM: Come back here!
- (Girls screaming)

Children,
get on over there.

No now,
you get on back here.

Get on back here!

Look at the teeth
on that thing!

He's lookin' at you
like you a piece of bacon!

I...

On our last visit,

you declared your desire
to see an alligator.

Meet Antoine.

Mr. Arsenault, you--
you are incorrigible!

This-- this is
quite ridiculous.

Well, indeed.

Ridiculousness is our lot.

It's ridiculous when
we reveal our true selves,

casting all to the winds -

possessions, self esteem,
reputation -

risking everything
for love.

What could be more
ridiculous than that?

And when that is denied us,

don't we angrily thrash about
like Antoine here?

ELIZA:
What is going on out here?

(Antoine growling)

- (Growling)
- Is-- is that a, uh...

An alligator?

Yes, Mother,
that's an alligator.

All right.

Uh, Caroline?

Caroline, bring those
children inside right now...

- GIRL: Yes, ma'am.
- ...and make them stay there.

CAROLINE:
Yes, Missus.

Defy me again,
you shall see me spit fire.

Go on.

Everyone?

Everyone, our...

zoological interlude
has ended.

Dancing and
refreshments shall resume.

(Guests cheering)

See?

How can I compete with monstrous
reptiles as party gifts?

Oh, buck up,
old boy.

Nothing in matters of love,

or life for that matter,
is certain.

No.

You have...
revealed yourself

as a full-blooded
romantic.

Well, indeed I am,
Miss Van Lew.

Indeed I am.

In public,
Mr. Arsenault?

This is my mother's house.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

We must abide by
convention, of course.

I am not one for
avoidable scandals,

as I find myself

to be the object of
much gossip already.

Oh, very wise of you,
Miss Van Lew.

We must avoid
a scandal at all costs.

(Band playing upbeat music)

♪

(Chuckling)

Now, you gonna make

the two-backed beast
with old Mrs. Wise's gal, huh?

Boy, keep this up
and someday,

a pissed-off coochie gonna
turn you into a eunuch.

What choice I gots?

Every time I gets close
to some sweet thing,

the damn governor gonna
turn around and sell her.

Yeah, you got
a point there.

- He's got a point.
- Go on, enjoy yourself.

Yeah, go on.

Talulah.

You got another one
of them apples?

TALULAH:
Maybe.

Well, you certainly cut
a dashing figure on stage,

Mr. Booth.

Your Hamlet must
have been thrilling.

My audiences seemed
to think so.

"There are more things in
heaven and earth, Horatio,

than are dreamt of
in your philosophy."

That was beautiful.

Your family has an eye
for beauty, Mrs. Van Lew,

and I refer not only
to this magnificent gala.

(Giggling)
Why, thank you, kind sir.

(Chuckling)

Of course,
a thespian such as yourself

would have an eye for beauty,

a roving eye,
I hear tell.

(Chuckling)
John...

He is such a joker.

Aren't you, John?

Not that I'm aware of,
Laurette.

Your father, Mr. Booth, gave
the best performance of Hamlet

the world has ever seen.

I doubt today's...

lesser talents
could ever better it.

My husband,
being a man of business,

is not a true
theater aficionado.

(Thunder rumbling)

Please, sir,

please...
(Breathing heavily)

- (Dogs barking in distance)
- Please, sir...

Please. Please, sir.
Please.

(Dogs barking in distance)

Oh, God,
are you testing me?

(Dogs barking in distance)

Come here.
Come here, boy. Come on.

I got you, I got you,
I got you.

(Dogs barking in distance)

- (Men shouting in distance)
- MAN: The Van Lew house!

- (Dogs barking)
- BULLY: Easy. Good boy.

(Dogs barking)

(Upbeat music playing)

♪

(Hampton chuckling)

Would you please
excuse me?

Only if you promise
to return.

I think you better
come with me. Come on.

(Speaking indistinctly)

Oh, hi, Mr. Arsenault.

Evening.

Your Louisiana beast
is the hit of the ball.

It appears so.

Miss Van Lew
seemed quite delighted.

Everybody thought your gift was
wonderfully dashing, Hampton.

Shall we?

Of course.

(Waltz playing)

They're down there.
Right there.

How do, ma'am?
Bully Lumpkin.

This here's Deputy Pike
from the Slave Patrol.

Sorry to disturb
your festivities,

but we come here on blood tracks
leading right up here.

Well, I haven't
seen anything unusual,

and certainly
nothing so distressing.

Isham, have you?

- (Dog barking)
- No, ma'am.

(Barking)

- Them dogs don't lie.
- That's the truth, ma'am.

- (Dog barking)
- Well, perhaps not.

But right now,
it appears awfully confused.

Can't it tell
one Negro from another?

Ma'am, I do apologize
for the inconvenience,

but we need to check
your stables and outbuildings.

- They gon' come.
- ELIZABETH: You may search,

but I will not have these
blood-thirsty hounds

endangering my people.

ELIZA: Now, now,
what is this commotion?

ELIZABETH: Now,
my mother's been summoned.

Embarrass her in public

and she will have your heads
on a stick.

Oh, he wouldn't do that.

(Barking)

Tie these... excitable
mongrels to a tree

and we'll all take a nice,

quiet look around,
shall we?

No need to accompany
us, ma'am.

You best go on
back to your party.

ELIZA:
Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

Harboring fugitives
is a criminal offense.

We must be assured our safety
has not been compromised.

ISHAM: No tellin'
what kind of riffraff

you gon' find sniffing
around here in the dark.

Go on. Go ahead.

(Dogs barking)

(Barking)

(Dogs barking)

(Barking)

(Dogs barking)

- (Barking)
- ELIZA: Gentlemen!

Calm down your dogs!
Gentlemen!

(Dogs barking)

Goddamn you, kid!

Tadpole, did you see
anybody run in here?

No, ma'am.
I ain't seen nothing.

(Dogs barking)

- (Gasping)
- (Door thudding)

(Dogs barking)

PIKE:
Old Bones is onto somethin'!

BULLY:
We got him. He's inside.

(Dogs barking)

MARY JANE:
Oh, easy now!

Mary Jane,
I told you to stay in bed.

- She's been ill.
- She was at the train station,

said she was free,
showed me her papers.

Which you tore up, sir, 'fore
you see'd it was a pass.

I was free
to go walkin' around

'cause Miss Eliza gives me
a pass, didn't you, ma'am?

Uh, yes.

Mary Jane... enjoys
watching the trains.

Uh-huh.

And as I was walkin' back,
I see'd this boy

cut up through the woods,
and as he was runnin',

he dropped this!

Goddamn it!
She threw 'em off!

Hounds picked up the scent and
followed you, ya stupid monkey!

Mary Jane!

You saw that, Deputy,

so what-- what are you
going to do about it?

(Gun cocking)

Insolent child!

There'll be no killing
at my mother's ball.

Put your gun away, sir.

Go on,
get out of here!

She needs to learn
a lesson.

Gentlemen,

as I was previously engaged in
conversation with the Governor,

might we move this along?

(Indistinct conversation)

(Bully speaking indistinctly)

Miss Van Lew.

I told ya our fugitive run on
further down the river!

(Dogs barking)

(Dogs barking in distance)

(Breathing shakily)

ELIZABETH:
My God...

What just happened?

Mary Jane just
sacrificed herself for us.

What do we do now?

We return to the party,

resume our polite faces.

If we are to do
this work and be safe,

we must continue
to be chameleons.

You ladies go on back.

Tadpole and I will take care
of our guests. Go on.

ELIZA:
Yeah.

I suggest you return your
attention to Mr. Arsenault.

He's travelled...
all this way to see you.

(Violin playing)

(Guests chattering
and laughing)

(Thunder rumbling)

MR. CLEMENS: What you suggest
is against the law.

MR. WISE: We make the law,
you self-righteous jackass.

The chasm of our
political differences aside,

I loathe the dang fetid cesspool
that is your character.

You do not lead
Virginia, Governor.

You drag her, like a drunkard
staggers into a ditch.

Mr. Clemens, you impugn me
here in the Van Lew home?

I do not frequent brothels,
so where else would we meet?

You are thusly
entirely impugned.

This is absolutely intolerable.
I will not allow it!

- JOHN JR.: Gentlemen, please!
- BROADNAXE: Sherrard, no.

I am not the villain and
clod-pucket who chose this!

FREDRIKA:
This is about slavery, no?

Certainly not!
Before Mr. Sherrard Clemens

lowered himself to
personal effrontery,

our biggest quarrel
and that of the South

hinged upon
our sovereign state rights.

Someone! Please!

- (Crashing)
- JOHN JR.: Mother!

I feel the vapors.

Breathe, Mother,
catch your breath.

I fear the vapors
are upon me! Oh!

Sir, state rights
to own slaves?

That is not what I said.

Miss Bremer,

I am a Southern lady,
Richmond born and Richmond bred.

Seven of Virginia's sons
have served as president.

These are my people.

And we walk daily

in the footsteps of
Washington, Jefferson,

and Patrick Henry,
who in the venerable church

across from our door gave voice
to the defiant hope of mankind.

"Give me liberty
or give me death."

(Guests murmuring)

Now, we may argue,
as families of heart

and passion sometimes do,

but you are in grave error
to judge us all as cruel

and ignorant whip-crackers.

Our European ancestors

imported their entrenched
slavery into this country

and planted it into
our Southern fields

just as surely as they planted

the Egyptian cotton
and Indian rice,

which, I'm sorry to say,
relies upon it.

(Guests murmuring)

Now, 300 years later,

whether one advocates
slavery or loathes it,

as many Southerners do,

the fact remains
that it was thrust upon us

with neither our
knowledge nor consent.

Sadly, we were born
into it.

(Guests murmuring)

And you,

shake hands as gentlemen
and be done with this.

Governor,
the tempest of our times

calls for temperate heads,

if you wish to guide
Virginia's fate.

And you shall, of course,
no doubt, have my support.

Appreciated.

(Fireworks booming)

ELIZA:
Goodness gracious.

- (Fireworks booming)
- The spectacle has begun.

Gentlemen, let's just go outside
and enjoy the fireworks.

(Guests chattering)

ERASMUS:
That was masterful.

You should be in Congress.

How could that be?
You don't allow women to vote.

Oh, touché, Miss Bremer.
You have a point.

But it'd be a shame
to come all this way

and not see these
beautiful fireworks.

- (Screeching)
- (Guests exclaiming)

(Booming)

Erasmus was right,
that was masterful.

But rather exhausting.

I thought Obie was gonna
challenge me to a duel.

(Hampton chuckling)

HAMPTON:
Well, we're lucky tonight -

the storm seems
to have passed us by.

Although, I fear another tempest
awaits just beyond the horizon

and will be storming
upon us before we know it.

I pray to God in heaven,
we'll be ready for it.

Well, with you by my side,
I shall be ready for anything.

Rocket's red glare,
bombs bursting in air.

Public insult
like that...

ELIZA:
Simply glorious, isn't it?

Miss Eliza,
I'm afraid I must depart,

but thank you for
a wonderful evening.

It was spectacular.

Most certainly, Mr. Arsenault.

Our pleasure.

- Until tomorrow?
- Of course.

Good night.

John Jr., good night.

JOHN JR.: Mr. Arsenault,
I'll see you out.

Recovered from your
attack of the vapors, Mother?

(Chuckling)

In controversial times,

a certain amount of
artifice is necessary.

- (Fireworks booming)
- (Guests exclaiming)

Do you think I got
carried away inside?

Oh, I promise you, most of that
went over their heads.

In my experience,

men watch our
mouths very intently,

but manage to hear
not a word

of what we're saying.

- (Fireworks booming)
- (Guests exclaiming)

(Guests exclaiming)

(Horse whinnying)

(Talulah giggling)

GOVERNOR WISE:
Jericho, we're leaving.

Take me home.
Mrs. Wise will follow later.

Mr. Wise,
I'd like to offer my hand.

And you mine.

Dawn tomorrow
at the cemetery.

I shall inform my seconds.

Miss Elizabeth urged us
to avert this course.

Whilst we were
guests in her home.

Now, we walk the streets
of Richmond, sir.

You may continue to hide behind
Miss Elizabeth's skirts

or remedy the situation
on the field of honor.

Tomorrow, sunrise.

(Reins snapping)

Nothing like
the Fourth of July.

- (Fireworks booming)
- (Guests exclaiming)

Gentlemen, your presence here

proves you are
both men of honor.

It is not too late
to reconcile.

Never.

My family has
been deeply wronged.

The duel shall proceed.

So be it.

♪

Governor Wise himself

should be shot for
what he's done to that boy.

Pure foolishness, Webster.

Gentlemen,

on my signal,

you will ride to your marks,
turn and fire.

Hold ready...

- (Gun cocking)
- Set!

- (Gun firing)
- (Horse whinnying)

♪

(Pistols firing)

♪

The point of honor
being settled.

You may now dismount,
shake hands, and be reconciled.

OBIE:
I'm not satisfied.

HAMPTON: Obie, please. You've
proven yourself a brave man.

The contest, unless
the gentleman prove a coward,

must continue.

SHERRARD:
Then it shall.

Lest I have time
for another insult

toward you or the governor?

OBIE:
Take your pistol.

The duel shall resume.

God have mercy
on you both.

- (Pistol cocking)
- Hold ready!

- Set!
- (Firing)

(Horse whinnying)

♪

(Horse whinnying)

(Pistols firing)

(Groaning)

WEBSTER:
Sherrard.

Sit tight.

SHERRARD:
Son of a bitch.

LAURETTE: I conduct
my affairs as I see fit!

JOHN JR.:
Then why, dear God,

did you ever accept
my proposal of marriage?

LAURETTE: I remain here
for my daughters only!

JOHN JR.:
Oh, how noble of you!

Babcock...

Look at yourself, mister!

You're the one
who stuck us here!

You refused to
rely upon slave labor

to expedite our deprivations
and complete our own home!

Don't you ever act as if
you're the measure of the man

I deserve!
You don't even have it in you!

Poor Mr. Junior.

Lord knows what'll
happen if Miss Laurette

ever discovers
what we're doing.

Our Underground Railroad won't
be so underground anymore.

JOHN JR.: ...fawning over
that stripling of an actor!

Why did we have
no warning about that runaway?

I do not know.

The red lamp was lit.

After...

last night's fiasco,

we need to be
finished with all this.

(John Jr. continuing
indistinctly)

JOHN JR.: Don't you ever
disrespect me like that again.

Are you threatening
me, John?

I can't help it if
men find me appealing!

(Door slamming)

We hope you have
a safe journey

back to your homeland,
Miss Bremer.

Thank you ever so,
Madame Van Lew.

You may visit me next time.

I'm curious.

Is it because
you still have slaves

the reason you speak so
expressively to defend it?

Why... I do not
justify nor defend it.

I was merely trying
to explain why it exists.

We abolished slavery in Europe
13 years ago.

ELIZABETH:
It's complicated, Miss Bremer.

Pity us,
should you choose.

Pray for us,
if you're willing.

But as a foreigner with no blood
at stake in our noble union,

you are in
no position to judge us.

ELIZA: You have no idea
what my family

and many others
with similar beliefs

do for these poor creatures.

Creatures?

Are they not our
fellow human beings?

Forgive me. I'm grateful
for your hospitality

and sorry to upset you so.

I fear it's a defect
of my character -

I always speak my mind.

I too, am often told
that is my problem.

Good day.
Your train awaits.

Godspeed.

All right,
let's go see about Mary Jane.

STOKELY:
So, there you are

had to go and
beat on this girl, huh?

PIKE:
She had it coming.

Bully gave her a tap,
then she slapped him back,

right in front of God
and everybody.

- And who does she belong to?
- The Van Lews.

STOKELY: You are an imbecile,
Pike, you really are.

You took her from
the party last night?

Mrs. Van Lew herself
ordered the arrest.

- (Clanking)
- STOKELY: Come on, girl.

You clean her up.

Hmph.

Fat chance of that.

♪

Oh, Miss Elizabeth!
Mrs. Van Lew, good morning!

ISHAM:
Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa. Whoa there.

Good morning.

Please.

Yes, this must be
very unsavory

for you to
come down here like this.

I take it John Jr. was not
available to come himself.

ELIZABETH:
Unfortunately,

he's tending to other
pressing matters.

STOKELY:
I understand.

If I knew this poor
wretch belonged to you,

I would have dismissed
this case entirely.

ELIZA: No, no, I insisted
Deputy Pike arrest her.

PIKE:
Slave code calls for hanging

when assaulting a white man.

Thank you, Mr. Pike.

When we get home,

the girl will get
the whooping she deserves.

STOKELY:
I'm sure she will.

Naturally, we will pay
the fine.

Oh, please, put your money away,
Miss Van Lew, please.

Ten dollars is waived
as a token of our respect

and my personal way
of saying thank you

for what a wonderful gala
you put on last evening.

I mean, it was
the social event of the season.

Well, thank you
most kindly.

Please.

I'll be in the carriage.

A shame the discord
between Obie Wise

and Congressman Clemens could
not have ended there, hmm?

I thought the hostilities
had been averted.

Only postponed,
I'm afraid.

Hmm.

Oh, excuse my indiscretion.

I thought you knew.

Obie enlisted
your friend Mr. Arsenault

as his second.

Duels are
against the law, Mr. Reeves.

As city constable
you are duty-bound

to put a stop to it.

Mm.

But not everybody obeys
the law, now do they, huh?

Miss Van Lew?

Come on, girl.

(Horse whinnying)

ELIZA:
Throw her in and let's go.

I've matters to attend to.

Hurry up.

Eyes straight ahead.

There's still
people watching.

Isham!

Hyup there.

Hey! What?!

(Groaning)

Oh, sorry, sir.
I'm sorry.

Watch the shop!

Excuse me.
Pardon me.

Anyone see that boy?

Where'd he go?

He went that way.

Thank you!

(Groaning)

CHILD: Sorry. Sorry, Miss.
I was hungry.

All right.

But you see,
there's this man

and he thinks
that I stole something.

I didn't steal nothing.

(Breathing heavily)

(Clara clearing throat)

You see a boy
come by here?

No.

WORKER: Here you are.
Here you are, Miss Clara.

(Breathing heavily)

Sorry to trouble you.

Frankfurters.
Get your frankfurters here.

I'll take one.

You got a name, tomboy?

Katey.

Aww, jobby bawbag,
fer Chris'sakes.

KATEY:
I ain't never, never

seen nothing like
this before.

(Chuckling)

You live here?

CLARA:
For now.

Saving my money to, one day,
move far away from all this.

Look like you already rich.

- (Chuckling)
- How much you need?

A lot more than I've
got now, that's for sure.

MAN: Gentlemen.
A pleasure.

How are you?

CLARA: Listen, honey,
I have to go out.

Here's something for you.

I want you to go
across the street,

buy yourself
a good beef-steak.

Get some color back
in those cheeks.

Hmm?
Now, listen.

It's very important.

You see this on the door...

...you stay scarce a while
longer. Do you understand?

Yeah.

You sure about that?

Yes.

Strange little creature.

Let's go.

I've got a lot
of work to do.

Go out the stairs,
out the door,

you'll see the butcher
right there.

No, you're not going in there.
Come on, out you go.

Out you go.

STOKELY:
Senator Judah Benjamin.

My name is Stokely Reeves.

Governor Wise sent me to
welcome you to Richmond.

I trust your trip from
Washington was a pleasant one?

Pleasant enough,
Mr. Reeves.

Good day, gentlemen.

Might any of you be
staying on the third floor?

Room 317, I believe,

just directly above me.

Someone wearing what
must be hobnail boots

is just pacing back and
forth throughout the night.

I do need my sleep,

and it's really
quite disturbing.

Not guilty,
I'm delighted to say.

But if you care
for me to intercede...

Oh, no, kind sir.
Thank you.

I'll just speak
with the bell captain.

Thank you...

STOKELY: May I offer you
a drink, Senator?

Yes.

She must
be in room 217.

Yeah, a man must question
the decency of a woman

who spends her time in a
commercial hotel room alone.

DOCTOR: Ahh...
Curious.

Seems like scurvy or some sort
of shipboard fever.

You sure
she hasn't been to sea?

No, sir.

How soon before
she's back to work?

This n***** is malnourished.

This is most vexing.

I've known your
family for years,

and even a chained-up
dog deserves to be fed.

I had no idea Dr. Graves
had such a tender heart.

I wish you'd told us
you were coming back.

My return was not easy.

ELIZA:
You're home now.

You rest.

We'll take care of you.

I thank you very much,
Mrs. Eliza.

But I've been learning
to take care of myself.

Yes.

Yes, you have.

All right.

Up we go.

ISHAM:
I got you, I got you.

- I got you.
- ELIZA: Did you know...

it was Mary Jane first
gave you the name Tadpole.

For sure?

ELIZA:
Mm-hmm.

LAURETTE:
Eula?

Eula!

Oh, Lord,
have mercy.

What?
Now, we're serving the servants?

Laurette,
a sick slave is worthless.

I should be sublimely grateful

to be treated half
as well by this family.

And Eula, when you're done with
this Negress Queen of England,

fetch me some tea.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

That was Laurette,

John Jr.'s bride - a proud,
pure-blooded descendant

of the first family
of Virginia.

Which she'll happily divulge
to anyone who's listening.

(Isham chuckling)

She a witch!

You mind
your manners now, son.

Yes, Uncle Isham.
I's humbly begs your pardons.

"I beg your pardon."

I beg your pardon.

That's good, son.
(Chuckling)

It's not like
they say in the sermons.

Those people in Liberia,
they don't want us.

Just because our skin is the
same, it don't make us the same.

We're not Africans.

Well, what are you then?

I'm an American.

Mary Jane...

...what happened
to you over there?

I realized who I am...

...and where I belong.

♪

And see?
You go through like that.

- HAMPTON: Oh, Mrs. Van Lew.
- Oh...

I'm here to call on Miss
Elizabeth. She's expecting me.

Oh, Mr. Arsenault, an already
pleasant day made even brighter!

Well...

Lizzy!

Were you waiting by the door
for Mr. Arsenault's arrival?

Oh, well...

Come along, girls.
And Lizzy...

do try and rise
to the occasion.

Come on,
let's feed the goldfish.

Shall we?

Mrs. Van Lew.

I can see Laurette likes
to be the center of attention.

As do we all on occasion.

Although, I try to be
a little more prudent

about whose attention
I seek and when.

I understand it was
the duel that made you late.

HAMPTON:
Yes.

I hope all involved
are safe and sound.

Well, thankfully, the undertaker
remains undisturbed,

but the doctor's services were
required for Mr. Clemens.

- Sherrard?
- Yeah.

Oh no.

It's only in the leg,
the fleshy part.

Shall we go?
Our picnic will spoil.

I'll race you.

(Horse whinnying)

♪

(Horse whinnying)

You win.

What are you grinning about?
Were you holding back?

If so, that would
be quite annoying.

Well, of course it would.

I would never dream of
attempting such a low trick.

Thank you.

Now, shut those
doubting eyes.

Go on.

I have a surprise for you.

Don't open them
until I say.

(Gear cranking)

(Music box tinkling)

♪

Oh, Hampton...

Shall we?

♪

Last night's events left us
with unfinished business.

I agree.

(Song ending)

HAMPTON: You haven't
enquired after Antoine.

He will be most upset;

he's preparing
another surprise for you.

You're teaching
your alligator tricks now?

Oh, you'll see.

He's making
a great sacrifice for you.

Hmm...

Do you give quaint names
to all your creatures?

Oh, he's named
after royalty:

"Antoine,
the Bastard of Burgundy."

I had another royal name in mind
had he turned out to be female.

Pray, what name was that?

"Beatrice,
the bitch of Berkshire?"

The same one with
which we christened

the newest
of my family's ships.

- Hmm?
- The S.S. Elizabeth.

♪

Perhaps we can link your name
to mine even more closely.

Hampton,
what are you saying?

Oh, Lord, I seem to have
plunged into deep waters

rather sooner
than I'd planned.

Perhaps you are merely
testing the waters.

Indeed I am.
I'm testing the waters.

People who know me
say I have sharp edges.

I fear you may
find them too sharp.

Elizabeth, that's a risk
I'm willing to take.

Hampton...

you have thrown me
into a quandary.

In truth, if...

If you had outright asked me
to be your mistress, well...

perhaps I would be
in less of one.

Well...

Let's go for a stroll.

Hampton, I must admit,
I am drawn to you.

Indeed, we are
very drawn to each other.

But?

I'm compelled
to warn you.

I believe we have differences

about certain...
social conventions.

Such as?

Tell me, why did you consent to
serve as a second this morning

in Obie's ridiculous duel?

Well, Obie's my friend.

A gentleman's natural instinct
is to defend his honor.

It's what distinguishes
a gentleman from the plod.

- His honor?
- Mm-hmm.

Or his fear of being
judged as less of a man?

(Chuckling)

I suppose that's part of it.

But even though we may
disagree with them,

our social
conventions are...

...well, they're our way
of life.

No matter how
destructive they are?

(Hampton sighing)

I warned you
of my sharp edges.

Would you prefer me
as a coquettish,

conventional Southern belle
like Laurette,

or to play
the shrinking violet?

Would you have me relinquish all
my convictions for your sake,

Miss Van Lew?

Hm.

♪

That's where the Yankees
will come from when it begins.

No reasonable person
wants war.

I pray reason will prevail,
even this late in the day.

Well, we'll see.

But in any union both parties
must be willing to give up

some of the things
they hold dear.

- Don't you agree?
- What?

Even at the expense of accepting
what is clearly unjust?

So, might reason smooth
a path to a union between us,

do you think?

I hope it might.

Honestly, there's no one in the
world I would rather be with.

The question is: do you truly
want to be with me?

Certainly,
your friends wouldn't approve.

I hope you aren't
a sore loser.

Who says I'd lose?

- Thank you very much.
- STOKELY: Governor Wise will

want to know that, as Northern
transgressions increase,

if we can count on the great
state of Louisiana to look

kindly on our beloved state of
Virginia when she secedes?

Well, I believe, at present,

the Senator is less
interested in separation

than he is in unity.

Well, compromise is
my public position.

But privately, I prefer
positions I witnessed

at the Shanghai circus.

Well, I've not yet
witnessed such things,

but I assure you,
I do apply myself.

You enjoy
your stay, Senator.

The coach will be by in
the morning promptly

to pick you up
for your meeting.

I hope you have a
good night in our fair city.

Get some rest now
and don't strain yourself.

Thank you, Mr. Reeves.

God forbid
you strain yourself.

What might your name be?

I haven't introduced
myself yet. Clara.

Clara...

That's from the Latin...

for "clear and bright".

Well, clearly,

I have lots
to learn from you.

(Voices wailing)

MAN: With the ideas you have in
your head, Mary Jane,

you leave Liberia and go back
to America,

- you're a dead woman.
- (Whip cracking)

(Gasping)

(Breathing heavily)

(Exhaling sharply)

ELIZA: Go on,
take off them rags, child.

EULA:
Don't be frightened.

ISHAM:
You're among friends.

Yes, sir.
Yes, ma'am.

- I don't need to be no bother.
- ISHAM: No bother.

We can't let them wounds fester.
What are you doing?

You're supposed
to be resting.

I couldn't sleep.

What's your name?

Robert Ford, ma'am.
From Georgia.

Busted outta
Lumpkin's Slave Jail.

How did you know
to come here?

My-my friend Homer,
he, uh...

He dead now.

Slave hunter's dogs got him.

He say y'all help runaways
if'n the light weren't red.

But I just wanted rest,
so I--

MARY JANE:
You can rest here, you're safe.

We gotta get him
to the farm.

That's far too dangerous.

What if the
slave hunters come back?

We can't put him
in the secret room?

We can.

I can't thank y'all enough.

- Much obliged to ya.
- No thanks necessary.

Open wide.
Goodness is its own reward.

- ELIZA: Bite down.
- I got you.

Squeeze my hand.

Look in my eyes. Look.

- One, two...
- I got you, son.

- ...three.
- Got you! Got you!

- (Robert wailing)
- Got you, boy! I got you.

MARY JANE (Whispering:)
Up these stairs. Up the stairs.

- ELIZA: Hurry.
- ISHAM: Come on. Come on.

- ELIZA: Shh. Get up.
- ISHAM: Come on, son.

Okay, you'll be safe
in here.

No one will think to
look for you in the house.

I hope you're not
afraid of the dark.

No, ma'am.
The dark's all I know.

ISHAM:
Go, go, go, go, go.

I'll fetch you water and I'll
bring you something to eat.

You just stay quiet.

Remember, there's other
people in this house now.

Come on. Come on.

(Horse whinnying softly)

♪

The lamp was red!

You risked our lives!

What is the purpose of
all of our precautions

and complex procedures
if-if they are not respected?

♪

MAN: The escape was not
planned or prepared for.

I had no idea.

They led slave hunters

and their vicious dogs
directly to my home!

I'm afraid word has spread that
Church Hill is a safe haven.

Yeah, well,
it wasn't safe last night.

In all these past several
years in the Underground,

never have
I been so terrified.

You're hidden
in the shadows, protected.

I walk in the light, with all
the eyes of Richmond upon me,

judging me.

I can square that
right now.

No.

It is better for me to
never know your identity.

This is my final run.

I'm sorry,
but I am depleted.

I must now think...

of the safety
of my family...

my mother.

I beg you to reconsider.

We are on the brink
of a firestorm,

unlike this
country's ever seen -

state against state,
brother against brother.

And loyal patriots
like us will be called upon

to do even more
to preserve our nation.

There is no recourse.

It will require blood,

to wash this sin
from our lives.

Not from me.

I've done enough.
Find yourself another patriot.

(Man sighing)

If slavery be a sin,
it is not ours.

It does not rest on
our consent for its existence.

Slavery...

was established
by decree of Almighty God,

sanctioned in the Bible
from Genesis to Revelation,

where we are told it shall exist
until the end of time.

- (Murmured agreement)
- SECESSIONIST: Amen.

- (Glasses clinking)
- Amen.

(Spitting)

Excuse me, gentlemen.

(Sighing)

Dear Lord, Jeff, who died?

We are woefully
unprepared for war.

(Sighing)

The South pokes a hornet's nest
and hands you the stick.

You must sit face-to-face
with Mr. Lincoln

and find a way to avoid war.

This Federation of Secessionists
is like a pack of wolves.

I can only lead them
where they want to go.

Gentlemen...

I have been chosen to be

the Provisional President
of the Confederacy.

(Secessionists cheering)

- Thank you.
- (Secessionists applauding)

SECESSIONIST:
Mr. President!

♪

♪ Summer rain
is falling down ♪

♪ Faith and hope
have both left town ♪

♪ The wishing well
is all wished out ♪

♪ Fathers have
to pay the price ♪

♪ Mothers have to sacrifice ♪

♪ Unanswered prayers
cannot suffice ♪

♪ To save their
sons and daughters ♪

♪ The winds of
war are howling loud ♪

♪ They knock down doors
from house to house ♪

♪ They sign us up
and ship us out ♪

♪ Like lambs to the slaughter ♪

♪ These cotton fields
won't hear our cries ♪

♪ On battlefields
of crimson tides ♪

♪ God closed his eyes ♪

♪ When we're baptized in ♪

♪ Unholy water ♪

♪ Unholy water ♪

♪ Walking through
this great divide ♪

♪ Words are weapons,
choose a side ♪

♪ Hate loves hate
and lies love lies ♪

♪ Until you've
lost the battles ♪

♪ Let's pray today
ain't judgement day ♪

♪ Heaven knows
there's hell to pay ♪

♪ There's some things
you can't wash away with... ♪

♪ Unholy water ♪

♪ Unholy water ♪

♪ Say a prayer,
hope for the best ♪

♪ Before we lose whatever ♪

♪ We collect ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Unholy water... ♪

♪

♪ Summer leaves falling down ♪

♪ Faith and hope
have both left town ♪

♪ The wishing well
is all wished out ♪

♪ In this dirt I dig my grave ♪

♪ With fire running
through my veins ♪

♪ The devil's
gonna curse my name ♪

♪ Unholy water... ♪

♪ Unholy water... ♪

♪ Say a prayer,
hope for the best ♪

♪ Before we lose
whatever we collect ♪

♪ Whoa! ♪

♪ Unholy water... ♪

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