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[epic violin music]

[wistful piano music]

[upbeat violin music]

[epic violin music]

[music fades]

[street ambiance]

[gravel crunching]

[gear lever clicks]

[engine cuts]

[crickets chirping]

-Worst Italian food ever, huh?
-Hm.

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

I hear it's gonna rain tomorrow.

Yeah.

Well, thank you
for a lovely evening.

Oh, would you mind...?

Porch light's out.

Could you just...

shine your headlights
until I get inside?

Sure.

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

...go out again?

-[pensive music]
-[engine starts]

-[music continues]
-[birdsong]

Did your date with Rusty
go last night?

Hm.

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

Let me give you some advice,
my dear Angie.

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

[snorts]

How do you know?

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

Even what you don't wanna know.

Besides,

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

[chuckles]

Miss Claudia,

did anyone ever propose to you?

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

Oh, heavens, yes. I had...

several suitors
pop the question.

And you never said yes?

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

[laughs]

You?

In the big city?

My heart's here in Georgia.

Good Southern men go faster

than fried chicken
at a family reunion picnic.

-[chuckles]
-If you find one,

grab hold and don't let him go.

[both chuckle]

Miss Claudia,
you and I are a lot alike.

We never leave the South.

-We can't.
-[reflective music]

Because it'll never leave us.

[chuckles]

Oh!

I'm late for work!

Thank you for the lemonade.

-[door slams]
-[music fades]

[phone rings]

[scuffle]

Sorry.

Let me help you.

[phone rings]

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

but not to hold his breath.

A deal is out of the question.

Tell him to review
the three-strike law.

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

Uh, no, not yet.

-Andrew McGrath.
-Angie Lawrence.

Andrew originally
moved here from Atlanta.

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

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

Congratulations.

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

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

You've got two desks,

but in the interest of
client-attorney privacy,

I would recommend that you
co-ordinate your schedules.

Yes, of course, Mr. Welling.

Call me Phillip.

Any word on Willie Jones?

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

He has learned his lesson.

Yeah, we'll see.

A repeat offender?

[scoffs]

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

Well, I'll leave you two at it.

Welcome to Savannah.

-[wistful piano music]
-[birdsong]

Rest in peace, Aunt Claudia.

[lawyer] Where to?

Heretofore.

Here we are.

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

as well as
a 20,000 dollar savings bond

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

The contents?

Angie, she left you
the house itself.

But why me?

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

[Hannah] I kissed that woman's
behind for 39 years!

So she could live in the house?

-[crack]
-Ow!

She's not even related!

[door slams]

Well...

As Miss Claudia used to say,

"Pretty wrapping paper

looks just as good
on a pound of manure

as it does
on a sack of diamonds".

Excuse me?

Never mind.

Thank you.

I couldn't agree more,
Miss Angie.

Enjoy your new home!

[pensive music]

[door clicks]

[slam]

[scuffle]

[Grandpa] Angie, is that you?

Coming, Grandpa!

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

Been there a mighty long time.

What is it?

Looks like some old books
and papers and stuff.

Grandpa likes to collect
old stamps and letters.

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

Ten bucks
for the whole darn thing.

Sold!

Are you sure
there's nothing of value

in here you'd wanna keep?

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

It's not as valuable as this.

[wistful music]

You should have
something personal of hers.

Thank you.

[car honking]

I gotta go.

-[phone rings]
-[keyboard clicking]

Oh, oh.
Good morning, Mr. McGrath.

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

I've already had breakfast.

And call me Andrew, Miss Janice.

Oh.

Okay.

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

I got your usual coffee,

and your sprinkle doughnut
is on your desk.

You're so good to me.

Oh.

[phone ringing]

-Hello.
-[gasps]

You found someone
to fix the frame!

You bet I can get
anything done in this town.

-Oh, thank you.
-[chuckles]

Bye.

Cute pic.

-Is that your father?
-Yeah.

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

-A '65 classic, right?
-Yeah.

Thank you, Janice.

I owe you lunch.

-And I will be collectin'.
-[chuckles]

Oh, by the way,

I hate to
hurry your coffee, but-

You have a client,
waiting over at the jail.

Who's the detainee?

Juvenile shoplifter,

repeat offender,

an old friend of yours.

What is Willie
being charged with now?

Mornin', Angie.

Guess you just heard
about your boy?

Morning, Andrew.
Got that jury seated yet?

Today is the day.

I hope.

Okay, how about...

one year probation,
community service.

Is she kiddin'?

Not sure about this time, Angie.

Willie's eighteen.

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

Face it.

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

What's next?

Armed robbery?

Headphones.

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

Look-

I'm tired of seein' him, too.

But maybe he learned somethin'.

Sure. Like how to be
a more efficient thief!

Okay, that was out of line.

What's your plan?

How about I go down to the jail,

I scare him about this
going on his permanent record.

This is the last time, Angie.

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

I got a bad feeling
about this kid.

[pensive music]

Okay.

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

[on television] What are you
doing up here?

I thought you were downstairs,
boxing chocolates.

Oh, they kicked me
out of there fast.

Why?

I kept pinching him
to see what kind they were.

[laughter on television]

This is the fourth apartment
I've been in.

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

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

If one piece of candy
gets past you,

and into the packing room
unwrapped,

you're fired!

Yes, Ma'am.

[shouting on television]

[laughter on television]

[laughter on television]

[Angie reading] Dear Peanut,

I thought you might enjoy this.

I know how you love old letters,

and just my luck,

and I understand.

Love, Grandpa.

Okay.

[laughter on television]

[tender music builds]

[Annabeth] My sweet angel,

It is late, and I'm writing this

with the lamp very dim,

in hopes my father
does not find me.

I know in my heart
that you, my child,

will be a boy.

I have already decided
your name will be Andrew.

Please do not misunderstand,

because both your father and I

will be just as pleased
with a daughter,

as we would a son.

Our love knows no boundary
when it comes to acceptance.

We live in very uncertain times,

where you will
likely face obstacles

I could never even dream of.

Just remember,
that you were made of love,

a love so deep

that you should never
be ashamed of who you are,

or how you came to be.

I'm writing this down so that

even if I am gone,
when you are grown,

you will always know
how very much

you were loved and wanted,

even before
you took your first breath.

My name is Annabeth,
and I am your mother.

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

I need to tell you
about my mother, Emmaline.

-[peaceful music]
-[carriage rattling]

[hooves clattering]

[whinnying]

Good afternoon,
my sweet Emmaline.

We trust your travels
were agreeable.

Good afternoon, Jackson.

Yes, it was a safe
and pleasant journey.

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

[Jackson] Help her
with her bags.

[door clicks]

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

And I want to
make perfectly clear

I do not intend to feed
any extra mouths.

A baby will not be welcome.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Well, I prefer
Ophelia stay with me.

I could use the help.

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

and do as you are told.

[knocking on door]

[phone rings]

I noticed you came in
a little late this morning.

Yeah, I was up late, reading.

Must have been
pretty interesting.

You're never late.

Grandpa found this old crate
in the attic,

with papers
dating back to the 1800s.

You know, that attic

is the original structure
of that house.

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

I guess some...

distant relative who was
kin to the original owners,

-had it rebuilt in 1925.
-Hm.

Meemaw said
man's name was McGrath?

Like Andrew's last name.

[phone rings]

Yeah.

Well, you know,
lots of bucks in the South

had the same last name.

Anyway,

tell me more about
those papers you found.

Did they tell you
anything about the...

history of the house?

Yeah.

-[peaceful music]
-[cicadas buzzing]

When I's first saw you,

I just thought
you was the prettiest thing

I ever seen before.

Does you believe
love first sight?

You should let me.

I likes to keep
making you smile.

I's made you somethin'.

Necklace from wood.

You made this?

Yeah.

Carved all day
with my lucky knife.

For's my lady.

Oh.

Is beautiful.

[peaceful music]

[David] You better
finish your work.

Laziness ain't no good
round here.

I got somethin'
to fix your stubborn pride.

[tense music building]

Go. Go.

[pensive music]

Will you's be's my wife?

[tender romantic music]

Miss Emmaline
done gave us a gift,

that used to
belong to her great-grandma.

Miss Emmaline's
great-grandmother's name

was Ophelia.

She named me after her.

This ring,

will symbo'ize our love.

I's promise

to gives you my heart,

my soul, forevermore.

May I find you

in my next life.

I's love you for eternity.

I's promise,

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

May I's find you
in my next life.

I's love you for eternity.

[romantic music continues]

[music fades]

Their love was so beautiful.

[pensive music]

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

Yes.

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

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

Andrew?

Your four o'clock's here.

Of course
the prosecutor wants him

on a house arrest anklet.

But my client has not been
found guilty or sentenced.

No, we have not
reached a plea agreement.

[Andrew] Will you
hand me the Davis file?

No, I-

-[exclaims]
-[rustle]

No, not you.
Let me call you back.

[exhales]

Your four o'clock's
gettin' antsy.

I canceled my dinner.

I'm gonna go
to a meeting instead.

I'm just gonna take this home,

give you privacy
with your client.

Thank you.

Yes, I'm still here.

[pensive music]

[Janice] I'm closin' shop!

You need anything?

No, thanks, Miss Janice.

Didn't know you're still here.

Oh, I had to clean up my desk.

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

it's time to clean house.

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

Miss Janice?

Sorry.

Isn't Angie due in court
tomorrow morning?

On the Jones case?

Eight a.m. sharp.

[pensive music]

[sighs]

You know where she lives?

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

You head
straight down Main Street,

you hook a left on Third,

and it is the largest antebellum
this side of Savannah.

You can't miss it.

Thank you.

[parking brake]

[rustling]

[ominous music]

[screams]

[whimpering]

[screaming]

[thump]

-[thud]
-[yelp]

[click]

It's just me and you now, bitch.

-[thud]
-[yelp]

[whimpering]

-[thud]
-[yelp]

[whimper]

White trash lawyer.

You said you can
get me off, for good.

Huh?

[whimper]

Now I gotta go to jail.

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

-[thud]
-[yelp]

[whimper]

[exhales]

[sobbing]

-[scream]
-[crash]

-[grunting]
-[scuffling]

-[crash]
-[thud]

[music fades]

Hold on, Angie.

[groaning]

You gonna be okay.

I promise.

[tender music]

[gasps]

Peanut!
You gave me quite a scare.

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

Hi, Grandpa.

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

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

I'm just gonna sit here quietly

until you're ready
to talk about it.

I'm fine, Grandpa.

I promise.

It's just...

What, dear?

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

Oh, bull! That fine young man

from your office handled it,
didn't he?

You can't bring him back, Angie.

Your daddy's dead, sweetheart.

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

It's about you
lettin' things bother you

that you can't change.

You don't know anything
about bein' lonely.

You had Grandma forever.

Don't go down that road, Peanut.

You'll never find any peace.

I see you've found something
worthwhile to read

in that crate we found.

-[rustling]
-[cicadas buzzing]

I still remember
when we were little.

We used to spend hours

daydreamin'
about our weddin' day.

Now you must tell me everything.

Our only witness

was God's ears,

a million stars,

and a brilliant white moon.

Ah.

We promised our love
to one another

under a clear bright sky.

Ah.

It was perfect, Miss Emmaline.

Ah.

That sounds beautiful, Ophelia.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

I's certain Reuben
be much you love.

[exhales]

That man's soul and mine
be bound forever.

[chuckles]

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

Is beautiful, Miss Emmaline!

We've shared so many
childhood secrets and memories.

You will always
be a sister to me.

[sniffs]

[chuckles]

[tense music]

Jackson's groom.

Private.

I'm truly unhappy.

How can I be happy
when you are here?

I'm glad that you found love.

I only wish
to have you near me again.

I- I'd better head back

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

But before I forget,

I brought you somethin'.

Oh.

[chuckles]

[rain pattering]

Hey!

Why aren't you workin'?

Did-

I saw, Master David, this here

shovel be's broke.

[clatter]

Get back to work!

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

I's sorry.

Well, your shovel
is just fine, boy!

Go out!

Come here!

[David] Come! Go! Go!

What on earth
is goin' on out there?

-[ominous music]
-[shouting outside continues]

It's Master David!

Shut me up.

[shackles tinkling]

Hey!

You go get 'em all
from the house now!

Go!

Go!

Put it in!

-[shackles click]
-Put it in!

[shackles clinking]

[David] You all get over here!

[shackles clinking]

Hey!

You let this be a lesson.

For all of you!

[ominous music continues]

-[whip-crack]
-[groaning]

-[whip-crack]
-[groaning]

-[whip-crack]
-[groaning]

[groaning]

-[whip-crack]
-[groaning]

-[whip-crack]
-[groaning]

-[whip-crack]
-[groaning]

-[whip-crack]
-[music fades]

My heart

is broken since you lack sense.

I's...

I's goin' need you be strong.

For what's to come.

[sobs]

What do you mean by that?

To come?

True love.

[grunting]

True love,
is always goin' be hard.

[sobs]

[exhales]

I's just...

wish

we dealt in another time,

[sniffs]

where our love...

was

not a crime.

[sniffs]

Where we be walkin'

[sniffs]

hand in hand,

peacefully,

having' children of our own.

Well, may our children
pave the way.

[ominous music]

-[slap]
-[grunt]

Get out of here, boy!

-[thud]
-[grunt]

Reuben, no!

-[thud]
-[grunt]

[ominous music continues]

-[cicadas buzzing]
-[tense music]

-[music fades]
-[birdsong]

[spits]

[exhales]

[grunts]

[spits]

[bell tolling]

Who's responsible
for the beatin'?

[cicadas buzzing]

[ominous music]

[ripping]

This boy!

The ones on this boy,
are yet to heal.

To punish him
in the same manner

comes at a loss of a day's work.

Don't you agree?

I agree.

Which one of y'all
take his place?

Hold your tongues.

And be still.

[ominous music continues]

[Reuben] Ophelia, get back!

[Emmaline] No.

No, no, no no!

No! No, no, no!

No! No!

No. No. No.

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

I beg you!

This is not a woman's business.

It's for the men to decide.

David?

You're vindicated if this woman
took the lashes.

Yes, sir.

Proceed.

[exhales]

-[whiplash]
-[gasps]

-[whiplash]
-[screams]

-[whiplash]
-[gasp]

[sobs]

-[whiplash]
-[gasp]

[music fades]

-It hurt.
-[tender music]

My dearest friend.

This is all my fault.

If I hadn't been
traded for marriage as,

as you were bought as a child,

none of this
would have ever happened.

It ain't your fault,
Miss Emmaline.

[crickets chirping]

Then God allows evil to exist.

For the sake of redemption?

In his divine purpose.

We must choose...

between good

and evil.

[gasping]

May God have mercy on us.

I overheard
Jackson in his study.

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

Do you believe

the Master
goin' sell Reuben off?

I'm so sorry, Ophelia.

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

but he just wouldn't listen.

Master David
has him convinced that,

that Reuben's a troublemaker,

and keeping him around

will only serve to
encourage the others.

[melancholic piano music]

God, be justice.

[sniffs]

One day.

Evil

will

submit its way to the good.

[rustling]

-[rustling]
-[slow dramatic music]

[sobbing]

-[thump]
-[sobbing]

[gasping]

[music fades]

[panting]

[melancholic music]

-[music fades]
-[cicadas buzzing]

I's got somethin'
I wanna tell you,

Miss Emmaline.

Goodness gracious, Ophelia,
what is it?

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

[tender music]

I'm with child.

Oh, my star and goddess.

You not mad at me?

I can never be mad at you!

We must hide
your condition from Jackson.

He's seen his father
put female slaves to death

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

Miss Emmaline,

you must he'p me spare my baby.

I would give my life for you.

And I's give mine for you.

The only way
to get you out of the field,

and back into the house, is,

is to allow myself to also
become with child.

Jackson will have to
let you stay by my side.

And with harvest season nearin',

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

to deal with a burdensome woman.

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

[dramatic music]

[music fades]

[clock ticking]

-[keyboard clicking]
-[knocking on door]

[Janice] Good mornin', Angie.

Bless your heart,

you don't look so good.

Thanks.

Is Andrew in today?

He's booked in court.

Not expecting him back
this afternoon.

Janice?

Do you think love
comes with a price tag?

I mean,
I guess in the real world

love isn't a fairy tale.

That diary's
sure makin' you think.

It's got me questionin' love,

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

Well,

guess some folks forget

how much we are alike,

and need each other,

till there's
a reason to remember.

[tender music]

[music fades]

[yawning]

[knocking on door]

Harvest season is near.

I won't have you be burdensome.

Well, I do apologize,

Master Jackson.

A little formal today, my dear.

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

would it be appropriate
to move Ophelia

into the room next to mine?

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

Allowed to work here
in the house during the day?

[gasping]

[sobs]

I want to keep you
from being troublesome.

I won't be any more trouble.

The baby will be here soon.

[pensive music]

Fine.

[gasping]

Miss Emmaline's got the fever.

I will call for the doctor.

Everything's goin' be okay.

[whimpering]

[screaming]

[gasping]

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

[whimpering]

Go.

[tense music]

[crying]

[whimpering]

-Push!
-[groaning]

-Push!
-[screaming]

[coughing]

[baby crying]

[groaning]

[baby crying]

[Jackson] Emmaline?

[baby crying]

I asked for a son.

[baby crying]

[baby crying]

[doctor] The baby
has contracted the fever.

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

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

[baby crying]

Emmaline!

Now follow the doctor's orders.

Emmaline!

[mumbling] Take her to Ophelia.

What?

Take her to Ophelia...

-[tense music]
-[baby crying]

[babies crying]

Please, Master.

Please don't take my baby away.

No, Master.

[babies crying]

If you feed and care for her,

I'll allow you
to keep your baby.

[babies crying]

Yes, Master.

[babies crying]

[Jackson] You may go now.

If I leave,

she might die
without proper care.

I didn't ask you, Doctor.

I am demanding
you leave my house at once.

It's against
my medical judgment.

Since you are
the man in the house, I-

I'll respect your decision.

[door clicks]

[soft ominous music]

You will suffer,

for making a fool of me.

[ominous music]

[babies cooing]

[tender music]

I's goin' tell you a story,

'bout a little girl,
with a big heart.

She grows up

to have
a little girl of her own,

who also has a big heart.

[baby grunting]

How's Annabeth?

She be just fine,

just like her mama.

I could never, ever,
manage without you.

You sure had me scared,
Miss Emmaline.

[halting footsteps]

[tense music]

You want the ability
to care for our daughter.

And the fact
that you deceived me

is of a great pity.

We still have no son.

I also had to
change my way of thinking

to set to grow myself
a free field hand.

Let me remind you.

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

If you're going to lie,

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

and make me suffer the indignity

that my only child
is being nursed by black milk,

you best produce me a son.

[tense music]

[screaming]

-[Emmaline screaming]
-[baby crying]

Is a boy!

[baby crying]

A boy.

This is not my son.

This boy has dark hair, skin.

No.

He looks like
he was baked in the sun!

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

I beg you!

[scream]

My grandmother
is full-blooded Milwaukee!

I myself am a quarter!

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

-[slap]
-[scream]

[baby crying]

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!

[weeping]

I never want to see
this mongrel breed baby again!

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

-[thud]
-[gasp]

[baby crying]

-[thud]
-[grunt]

[baby crying]

[ominous music continues]

I could have done
the same with your son.

So you best
keep your mouth shut.

You have
no place in this matter!

[spits]

[melancholic music]

[music fades]

[pensive music]

[clock ticking]

Hey. Phil.

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

I'm still not feeling well,

and I was hoping
to take some time off.

No, just some sore ribs
from driving too soon.

And besides,
I look like the Incredible Hulk

with all these bruises
on my face.

Thanks, Phil.

[pensive music]

[cicadas buzzing]

[Annabeth] I dreamed of you,

in your Father's arms
last night.

I could feel his joy

as he smiled down
upon your sweet face.

[both chuckling]

[Annabeth] Just as he has
spoken to me a thousand times

without one word,

I know, without a doubt,

he did so in my dreams.

He called you, Andrew,
like my brother,

who was taken from us.

And then gave you a second name,

Reuben, after his father.

I hope that someday,

you will think it a worthy name,

to pass on to your own son.

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

you have only say
your own name to yourself,

and know that
it represents your heritage.

[tender romantic music]

Do you, Annabeth,

promise to love,
honor and cherish,

Isaiah,

in sickness and in health,

until death do you part?

I do.

And do you, Isaiah,

promise to love,
honor and cherish,

Annabeth,

in sickness and in health,

until death do you part?

I do.

I now pronounce y'all
man and wife.

-[drumbeats]
-[rhythmic footsteps]

Halt! Forming the line, march!

[tense music]

Prepare to fire!

[gun bolts clicking]

Shoulder arms!

[music fades]

[soft epic music]

On January the first, 1863,

President Lincoln signed
the Emancipation Proclamation,

freeing all the slaves.

Oh! Thank you, Jesus.

[officer] You are free,
to come with us,

to join the ranks
of the Federal army,

-and be the first black troops-
-Yes!

In Mr. Lincoln's army.

Thank you, Jesus.

I's got your boy.

I's got Isaiah,

and I's promised
to watch after him.

[tender music]

Is okay.

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

[Isaiah] I's love you.

Just as we were born
to protec' each other,

I's will spend
the rest of my life

keeping you safe in my heart.

[tender romantic music]

[music fades]

[Angie] I really
appreciate this, Rusty.

-[keyboard clicking]
-Andrew, Reuben,

McGrath.

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

McGrath is such a common name
in the South.

I looked it up
in the phone book,

I mean, it could be anyone.

Oh, here it is.

Address, number,

Andrew Reuben McGrath.

I'll be darned.

He's been right here
the whole time.

This what you lookin' for?

[pensive music]

Yeah.

Thank you.

You have a good heart, Rusty.

Some girl's gonna be
real lucky one day.

[knocking on door]

Uhuh?

Great.
Let's address it first thing

when I get back from Atlanta.

Come on in.

Okay.

Thanks.

-[door clicks]
-Home delivery?

You know they have
next-day shipment, right?

[both chuckle]

I never got to congratulate you
on the Hatch case.

Please. Have a seat.

I'm sorry, I should have called.

Um...

I wanted to show you somethin'.

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

[tender music]

You need to read this.

But I warn you,

some of it
may be difficult to read.

[knocking on door]

[tense music]

[door clicks]

My sister Julianne is

lonely since her husband died,

and sent a letter requesting
a visit from her niece.

[pen scratching]

I thought it would be
nice for Annabeth

to spend some time in Atlanta.

After all,
she speaks French, and

is very educated.

Being around such
a cultured person could only...

serve to improve her chances

of marrying
an affluent man someday.

Annabeth is getting older,

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

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

[tender music]

I'll make the arrangements.

Master.

[Annabeth] I know in my heart
that you are a boy,

and your name
will be Andrew Reuben McGrath.

Andrew,
who showed your Indian blood

in his face and skin,

Reuben, who knew
how to love without condition,

and passed that trait
on to his son,

and now to you.

Do not remember your surname
with hatred or resentment.

Change the fact it is associated

with intolerance and oppression,

and make it your own.

You have the chance to carry on

what the women
of your family have begun,

so that when I am long gone,

you can make the McGrath name

synonymous with
freedom and acceptance.

[wheezing outside]

[melancholic music]

[Emmaline] August 20th, 1863.

My name is Emmaline McGrath,

and I'm your grandmother.

Losing the field slaves
put us in a difficult situation.

I'll need to sell
some of the land

due to the small crop
we had this year.

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

[soft ominous music]

[gasping]

-[screaming]
-Shh!

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

[whimpering]

[screaming]

-[screaming]
-[baby crying]

[slam]

[dramatic music]

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

[sobbing]

And do the same to Emmaline!

[baby crying]

No! No!

No!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[frantic gasping]

-[squish]
-[screaming]

-[screaming]
-[baby crying]

[screaming]

Come on! Come on!

[screaming]

Ophelia!

Protect my baby!

[thud]

[whimpering]

[dramatic music continues]

[whip-crack]

-[whip-crack]
-[gun cocks]

-[gunshot]
-[grunt]

[music fades]

[grunts]

-[thud]

-[breathing heavily]
-[baby crying in distance]

-[grunt]
-[thud]

-[thud]
-[grunt]

[baby crying]

-[thud]
-[grunt]

[ominous music]

-[thud]
-[grunt]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[gun cocks]

-[gunshot]
-[grunts]

[baby crying]

[dramatic music]

[melancholic music]

[weeping]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[Emmaline] Annabeth
was my daughter.

You are
as she said you would be,

a boy.

Ophelia and I
named you as she wished,

Andrew Reuben McGrath.

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

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

There is a sad reason

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

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

just as she would have
wanted to do herself.

When we buried your mother,

I allowed myself to become numb,

laid the pistol next to David,

and placed the other one
next to Jackson.

I informed the sheriff,

that we had found Jackson
and David just after sunrise.

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

over some missing money
the night before.

But decided
it was not my business.

Seein' how distraught I was,

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

and a Southern woman
of fine breedin'.

I never thought
things could be worse.

[melancholic music]

[panting]

[tender music]

[women sobbing]

[weeping]

Isaiah was a good soldier.

And you ought
to be proud of him.

[weeping]

[weeping]

[pensive music]

[doorbell rings]

[music fades]

[door clicks]

Good morning.

Good morning.

I started reading,
after you left.

And I didn't stop,

until I finished it.

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

I called Janice,

and told her
to cancel it for me.

I told her it was
urgent family business.

So...

kinda true.

[both chuckle]

Come on in.

[gentle music]

I was wondering...

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

Sorry, I don't.

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

I know what you mean.

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

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

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

I'm sorry to hear that.

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

I bet it felt good
to get it all out.

Yeah. It did.

Annabeth has changed me.

I can't even imagine
how you must feel.

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

who was also an only child.

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

Before my mother died,

she gave me the rattle.

And a picture
of my great-great grandfather.

And told me
all she knew about my father,

was that he insisted

that I carry his name.

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

Growin' up an only child,

losing your parents,

it can be very lonely at times.

Miss Claudia used to say,

she was my family.

How'd you know Miss Claudia?

Mm.

When I was in law school,

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

Well...

[tender music]

I can not thank you enough,

for savin' my life.

I think we should look for

Isaiah and Annabeth's
graves together.

I think Miss Claudia
would like that.

-[music continues]
-[birdsong]

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

What are you doin'?

He was my family, too.

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

Some of them are gang members,

drug dealers,

and some of them
grew up without their fathers.

How are we as a nation,

black or white,

gonna get beyond this?

How can we make
a better future for ourselves

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

You don't know what it's like,

to see one young
black man after another,

be locked up for life,

because somewhere
it's been engrained in them,

that his life has already
been mapped out.

You know who this man was.

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

hating this man.

He beat Ophelia,

and he abused Emmaline,

but, somewhere,

deep inside of me,

I have a few drops of his blood.

If I can forgive Jackson,

then,

a little more
of the hate in this world,

goes away.

[tender music continues]

[lemonade pouring]

[Angie] So Miss Claudia and I
would spend hours talking about

all kinds of things,

at least until
the lemonade ran out.

I knew it was time to go home.

[birdsong]

Miss Claudia
meant a lot to you, huh?

Mm.

Yeah.

You know, a lot of people,

thought she was
just an odd old woman

who never married
and lived alone.

But to me she was
so much more than that.

She was my best friend.

Hm.

Will you ever marry?

I'm so sorry to impose.

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

Just never got around to it.

Miss Claudia always said,

if I wanted to get married
I had to

let the man walk me to the door.

What about you, you ever-

Oh, no, no, no.

[sighs]

Never got around to it, huh?

Haven't found
the right woman yet.

I, um...

I really appreciate
what you said earlier,

about not having a father?

He must have meant a lot to you.

Yeah.

He passed away when I was young.

And it wasn't
until recently I...

really understood the impact of

not having him around.

By the way,

I called Phillip
and Janice this morning,

and I took a few weeks off.

We're gonna
go find those graves.

Yeah, we are.

And you know what?

You should stay here,
in my guest room.

Angie...

I think that would be
complicated for you.

This is the South.

People talk.

I insist.

Hm.

Well, I have an idea.

In the journal,

it says,

-there was a tin box.
-Uhuh.

And it had Ophelia's
silver ring in it.

Uhuh.

We need to find
a metal detector.

[soft uplifting music]

If we find the box,

we've found the graves.

You're right.

[Andrew] I don't think
Emmaline and Ophelia,

could carry Annabeth

far from where she died.

She's bleeding,

and they're trying
to conceal her death.

So I think,

that they would have tried
not to leave a trail.

[music continues]

[upbeat music]

[metal detector beeping]

[rustling]

[laughing]

[metal detector beeping]

[rustling]

[Andrew] More rusty nails?

[metallic clink]

-[melancholic music]
-[metal clinking]

[tense music]

It's the whipping post.

Andrew. Look at me.

Remember what you said.

[sniffs]

About never forgetting the past,

but not reliving it?

Annabeth and Isaiah,

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

[exhales strongly]

There was a lot of hate.

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

[sighs]

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

Annabeth tried, and...

so will I.

[exhales]

[music continues]

[sighs]

[upbeat music]

Try broccoli.

-Hm.
-Uhuh.

[laughing]

[laughing]

[music fades]

-[door clicks]
-There we go.

Okay.

So how much do I owe you?

[chuckles]

How about dinner tonight?

-I'm cooking.
-Oh!

So you cook and fix doors?

Did you inherit
your woodworking skills

from Reuben and Isaiah,
or you're just-

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

I just wanted to
contribute something,

to the house my family loved.

Besides,
it came with instructions.

[both laugh]

Say what you will,
but, I see it.

I see them.

In you.

All the little things you do.

Thank you.

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

I know exactly what you mean.

[tender romantic music]

To finding what's lost.

And forging a new future.

[clink]

-You good?
-Sure.

Let's go.

[music fades]

[door creaking]

[gentle romantic music]

I hope I'm not
interrupting your thoughts.

How can you interrupt
thoughts that are of you?

The night air is wonder,
isn't it?

It's a bit chilly, though.

Oh.

This will keep you warm.

Can I tell you somethin'?

Somethin' you...

you may not like?

[crickets chirping]

Sure.

Before that night...

that...

that Willie beat me,

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

Maybe I,

I never thought about them.

Maybe I thought
they were all the same.

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

I assumed because she was white,

so were you.

Learnin' about your family,

has helped me
come to terms with mine

and who I am.

You're not a racist, Angie.

You're human.

We all are.

Every time I

get a call
about a dead-beat mom,

I think about that same
white woman that I defended

when I was fresh
out of law school.

We're lucky.

We've had some
really good teachers.

We have a chance,

to get it right.

What is it?

Listen.

[crickets chirping]

They're playing our song.

[slow romantic music]

Oh, wake up, sleepy-head.

Hm.

Today's the day.

We're gonna find 'em.

I just know it.

[anticipatory music]

[speaking indistinctly]

[chuckling]

-No!
-Hey, come here.

[laughing]

Stop it!

[laughing]

[laughing]

[music fades]

This is the place.

Yeah.

It is.

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

Okay.

Go over here.

Yeah.

What about that brush over here.

[birdsong]

[metal detector beeping]

[anticipatory music]

I bet Ophelia and Emmaline

spent hours
gazing out of that window.

-This is the perfect place.
-Uhuh.

For Annabeth and Isaiah's grave.

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

Okay.

[anticipatory music]

[click]

[romantic music]

[reverend] By the power
invested in me

by the State of Georgia,

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may kiss your bride.

[applause]

[upbeat music]

[baby cooing]

[Angie] I have
a surprise for you!

Yes, I do.

[baby cooing]

Yeah. Yeah.

I know, I know.

[Angie] Annabeth's wish,

to continue
her family's heritage.

to move forward,
with freedom and acceptance,

has come to pass.

You, my lovely Annabeth,

are the face of the new South.

And the face

of a new nation.

[music fades]

[ending music]

[music fades]