All language subtitles for North And South S01E01 (1985) 1080p_English [English] (SUBRIP)

Over here, Ashton. Come and see.

A green heron left it, I think.
She'll be coming back to nest.

-Then she'll be disappointed.
-Ashton, put that back!

-That isn't yours.
-It is now.

No! Please! You can't take
a mother bird's baby.

I'm sorry, Brett. You're right.
You found it. You put it back.

If I can't have it, nobody can.

[SCREAMING]

Miss Ashton! Miss Brett!
You stop it, now!

I say, stop it, hear?

Come along.
You're wanted to the big house.

Mr. Orry's just about to go.

Come along, now, little ladies. It's time
to say goodbye to your big brother.

You made sure you saw
to Mr. Orry's trunk?

Yes, ma'am. Priam put it
on the steamer this morning.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome, ma'am.

ORRY: He's as eager
to get started as I am, Priam.

I'm gonna miss all you so much.

Remember to keep warm.
You won't be used to the cold up north.

And come back to us.

-I will.
-Safe.

-I expect you'll do well, Orry.
-Now, Tillet, tell him what you told me.

Son, I know we've had
disagreements in the past.

Sometimes your behavior has been less
restrained than I might have wished for.

Your father's forgotten
how he was at your age.

Perhaps I have.

I want you to know
I'm very proud of you.

It's no small thing for a man
to have a son at West Point.

Thank you, sir.
I'll do my best for you.

I know you will.

BRETT:
Orry!

Orry!

What in the world happened
to you two ladies?

Brett fell down,
and I had to help her up.

I picked this for you.

Why, thank you, Brett. That was sweet.

-I found you a present too.
-Liar.

Brett wouldn't let me keep it.

I'll tell you what, this will be from you
both to remind me how much I love you...

...and Mont Royal.

[SHOUTING]

[NEIGHING]

WOMAN:
Help!

Help!

Praise the Lord! Somebody heard us.

[HISSING]

Please don't move.
A snake's gotten in the carriage.

Sweet Jesus.

Please be very still,
no matter what happens.

It is poisonous?

MADELINE:
I'm sure it is, Maum Sally...

...or the young gentleman wouldn't be
so concerned for us.

[MADELINE GASPS]

-You are very brave.
-Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

It was my pleasure.

-Help Maum Sally first, please.
-Miss Madeline, I can wait.

If we argue, we'll both catch cold.

ORRY: Careful.
SALLY: Thank you very much.

ORRY:
Careful.

Careful.

We can never repay you, sir.

And I don't even know your name.

It's Orry. Orry Main.
I'm from Mont Royal, just up the river.

My name is Madeline Fabray.

I'm delighted to meet you.

My father and I have only recently come
from New Orleans to Charleston.

I'm afraid our driver isn't used
to South Carolina roads yet.

The horses slipped and bolted.

It must have been terrifying.

We're traveling to meet my father.

He has business
at a plantation near here.

I'd be happy to escort you there.

I haven't told you where it is yet.
Perhaps it's out of your way.

I'm headed for Charleston. Actually,
further than that, to West Point.

-The military academy?
-Yes.

I won't be back this way
for two more years.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That we haven't had more time to talk.

-That's what I meant.
-You know, uh....

It's customary
in this part of the country...

...for a lady to give a gentleman a token
if she wishes to thank him properly.

-I see you collect them.
-Ma'am?

Tokens?

Oh.

This is from a lady
who stole my heart six years ago...

...when she was born.
My little sister Brett.

Miss Madeline. Mr. Villefranche
tell me we got trouble.

-How is he?
-He got a bump on the head, that's all.

But he told me we will never reach
Resolute before dark now.

-You're going to the LaMotte place?
-Yes. You know it?

They're neighbors of ours.

Let me take you there. We can send
back horses and men for the carriage.

-But how?
-Do you ride?

-Yes, of course, but--
-Then it's settled.

Miss Madeline, you hardly know
this gentleman.

Oh.

-I'll be safe, Maum Sally.
ORRY: Whoa. Easy, boy.

I feel I can trust him.
I don't know why, but I do.

You'll all be safe at Resolute
long before dark. I promise.

See?

Whoa.

Ready?

[ORRY CLICKING TONGUE]

MADELINE:
How much further?

ORRY:
Resolute's just around the next bend.

Oh.

-I've dropped something.
-Whoa.

That was very clumsy of me.

Yes, it was.

Thank you.

Maum Sally would say
that wasn't ladylike.

That I should have given you
this instead.

I've never met anybody
like you, Miss Fabray.

I'd be honored if you'd write to me
at the military academy.

I'd like that.

Well, I suppose we should be going.

Resolute is quite impressive, Justin.
You are to be congratulated.

Well, I certainly hope your daughter
shares your opinion, Nicholas.

I confess, I'm a bit worried. They should
have arrived long before this.

They probably got a late start.
We got plenty of time before dark.

-Let's have a julep while we're waiting.
-Very well.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

NICHOLAS:
Madeline.

MADELINE: Oh, Papa.
There's been a terrible accident.

JUSTIN:
What happened, Main?

-Their horses slipped and bolted.
-Our carriage was thrown in the river.

Monsieur Main risked his life
to rescue us.

And then he told me that he was
a neighbor of Monsieur LaMotte's.

-I am most grateful, monsieur.
-Anybody would have done the same.

NICHOLAS: What about Maum Sally
and Villefranche?

They're still with the carriage,
but they're fine.

I told them you'd send fresh horses.

I'll do better than that. Nathaniel! Come
over here, boy. Organize a rescue party.

I'd like to stay and help,
but I have a steamer to catch.

What a shame.
But once again, my thanks.

And mine.

Now remember, you promised to write.

I will.

-Madeline, you must be exhausted.
-Oh, I am, Papa. I am.

I haven't properly introduced you
to Monsieur LaMotte as yet.

MAN:
Whoa. Whoa.

Station's over there.
This is as far as I go.

[CROWD MUMBLING]

[LAUGHING]

Well, ladies, goodbye.
And I'll see you in two years.

ORRY:
Oh, I'm sorry.

You'll be needing help
getting that to the station.

ORRY: No, thank you. I can manage.
-Will you listen to that?

Where you are from, country boy?

I'm from South Carolina.

And going to West Point.
Do I don't know one when I see one?

Yes, sir, that's where I'm headed.

So if you could get your foot
off my trunk, I got a train to catch.

Thank you.

Now, listen here, soldier boy.

Me and my friends will get that
on the train, or you'll go on without it.

-How much to load it?
-Two dollars.

It's worth maybe 25 cents!

Who do you think you're talking to?
We ain't no part of your slave labor.

No, sir. No, you're not.

So if you'll just stand aside,
I'll handle it myself.

We load it or you load it,
the price is the same. Two dollars.

-Don't put your hands on me again, sir.
-Or you'll what?

Thanks. Orry Main.

George Hazard.

-Glad to know you.
-Not as glad as I am to know you.

Pennsylvania. Lehigh Station.

South Carolina.
On my way to West Point.

So am I.

I had no idea this trip
would be so eventful.

You're probably the first
real Southerner I've ever met.

You're my first damn Yankee.

I used to think that all Yankees ever
did was peddle jackknives, tin ware...

...and try to beat
their neighbors in court.

Well, we got some like that.

And I guess there's probably some
Southerners who eat pork and collards...

...sleep all day
and beat their slaves all night.

Some of us do think slavery's outdated
and favor more modern methods...

...in spite of what some folks believe.

Oh, I know that.

My family owns an ironworks.

We've got, uh, labor problems too.

Hazard Iron? That's your family?

Yes. I hope you don't consider that
peddling jackknives.

No, no. Not at all.
You make farm machinery.

Yeah.

I believe that mechanization is
the key to the South's future.

Sounds like you want to be a farmer,
not a soldier.

-I do.
-Then why are you going to the Point?

I want to learn something, George.

The military academy...

...is the best all-around education
a man can get in this country.

I want to improve Mont Royal.

Maybe even build a cotton mill.

I've wanted to be a soldier all my life.

I have an older brother who can take care
of the ironworks, or I couldn't do this.

-I think you'll be a good one.
-I hope so.

We'll both have to be pretty tough
to make it through West Point, though.

-No leave for two years.
-They say the hazing is hell.

I've never been too great
at book learning.

I just wonder if I'll make it through it.

You'll make it through.

-I'll bet money on it.
-You will?

What are you doing?
That's a $10 note!

When you graduate from West Point,
you give that half back, plus another $10.

-What if I don't graduate?
-I'll give you mine, but that won't happen.

This is one bet I'm gonna win.

[HORN BLOWING]

I trust the wine is
to your taste, Nicholas?

A fine vintage, Justin. Fine.

From France, of course,
and quite costly.

I have it shipped up
by an importer on the gulf.

If there is a war with Mexico,
it'll play havoc with my wine cellar.

You expect President Tyler
to fight over Texas?

He must, sir. It's a point of honor.

Mexico repudiating its treaty,
guaranteeing Texas its independence?

Some say Mexico intends
to sell Texas to Britain.

Aren't those fears being exaggerated...

...by those who want Texas
to enter the Union as a slave state?

Where did you hear that, dear?

I encourage my daughter
to read and question, sir.

She has an excellent mind.

A mind hardly seems necessary,
Nicholas...

...when one has the face of an angel.

[MARCHING BAND PLAYING]

[MAN 1 SHOUTING]

MAN 2: Once again, gentlemen,
we shall charge ahead.

Go, gentlemen. Slice the melons.

Ready. Fire!

Charge cartridge!

Draw rammers!

Ram!

This company can load and fire
three times a minute!

It's like I always knew it would be.

Only better.

[MAN 3 SHOUTING]

You think we'll ever be able
to learn all this?

Are you joking?
We'll be experts in no time.

Well, so far, we haven't even been able
to find our barracks.

He looks helpful. Excuse me, sir.
My friends and I are plebes--

No, sir, you are not!

-Sir?
-You are things, sir.

To become plebes, you must first
survive the entrance examination.

Until then, you are lower than plebes.
You are the lowest of the low.

You are things, sir.

Remember that.

I'm beginning to wish
I'd never seen this trunk.

I guess these belong to you two.

GEORGE: Thank you.
ORRY: Thank you.

[ORRY GROANS]

ORRY:
Thank you.

-I'm Ned Fisk.
-George Hazard.

Orry Main. Thank you.

I come from Ohio.

Lehigh Station, Pennsylvania.
I know, you've never heard of it.

I'm from a place called Mont Royal,
South Carolina.

It's near Charleston.

-You're a planter, are you?
-My father is. We grow cotton.

With slave labor.

You can sleep someplace else.

I may have to be here with your kind,
but I don't have to like it.

And just what's my kind, friend?

Slave owners.

My pa's got a small tobacco farm.

He can't get decent prices
because of Southern competition.

I had to wait two years to get here
because there was no money for the trip.

That's unfortunate,
but it is hardly my fault.

The hell it isn't. It's yours and
every slave owner's in this country.

There's nothing anybody
can do about it here.

So we'll just have to live
and let live, right?

Your visit has been distressingly brief,
Miss Fabray.

Or may I call you Madeline?

Well, yes, it has been a short visit.

I'm not sure that we know each other
well enough for first names yet.

Perhaps we should
get to know each other better.

MADELINE: Good morning.
NICHOLAS: Morning.

Well, you two seem
to be enjoying yourselves.

It was a wonderful ride.

Well, it's a pity we have
to leave this afternoon.

You see, my dear?
It's the opinion of the majority.

And the majority rules.

A well-brought-up young lady is ruled
by her father. Isn't that right, Nicholas?

Alas, I am ruled by my
business appointments in Charleston...

...but your hospitality has been
beyond compare. We are most grateful.

I promised Maum Sally
I would supervise Villefranche.

She is afraid...

[LAUGHS]

...his injury has made him forget
how to load a carriage.

-Shall I help, Papa?
-Enjoy your breakfast. I shan't be long.

JUSTIN: Your father is very indulgent
with his slaves.

Maum Sally is our freed servant.

And my father is kind to everyone,
no matter who they are.

Of course.

Oh, miss, I apologize!
I'm most terrible sorry.

Don't distress yourself, Nancy.
I have to change anyway.

-If you'll excuse me.
-Of course.

NANCY:
Ah!

If that ever happens again,
it'll be the whip.

My name...

...is Bent.

Cadet Bent.

I, sirs...

...am your drillmaster.

Elkanah Bent, sirs, of the great
and sovereign state of Georgia.

-And you, sir, are from Ohio.
-Yes, sir.

-I can't hear you, sir.
-Yes, sir!

To most of us from the Southern states,
the word "Ohio" means one thing:

Oberlin College,
where white and black students...

...defy convention
by studying together as equals.

You consider yourself the equal
of a nigger, sir?

No, sir! I mean, yes, sir.

What is your comment on that, sir?
Or do you have one?

No, I don't.

-You will reply, "No, I don't, sir!"
-No, I don't, sir!

Thank you, sir.

I know how difficult that must
have been, sir...

...because you gentlemen from South
Carolina consider yourselves superior...

...to the gentlemen from Georgia.
Do you not, sir?

-No, we don't, sir!
BENT: Good, sir!

I'm pleased you agree with me.

Surprised, but pleased nonetheless.

And you, sir.

How do you feel about the South
as compared with...

...your section of the country, sir?
The East, I believe.

-Which do you think superior, sir?
-Why, the East, sir.

-What did you say?
-I said, the East, sir.

Nothing but dirt farmers down South.
Present company excepted, sir.

As always.

Mr. Hazard...

...the pot maker from Pennsylvania.

You will step forward, sir.

I shall use you to demonstrate a
fundamental principle of marching, sir.

And, Mr. Main...

...our hothouse lily from
South Carolina.

You seem amused.
You step forward too, sir.

Now, sirs. You will raise these buckets
to your sides...

...and keep them at a 90-degree angle
to your bodies at all times. Now, sirs.

This principle is commonly called
the goose step, sirs.

On command, you will stand on one
leg thus, your right leg, sirs.

On the command "front," you will
fling the raised leg forward thus, sirs.

Now, sirs, begin.

Stand. And front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down.
Continue, sirs.

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down.

Not one drop of water is
to be spilled, sirs. Not one!

Keep your arm up, sir! And front,
down, front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down.
Arms up, Main!

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down. Arms up, sirs.
Up, sirs. Front, down.

Front, down, front, down.
Get your legs out, sirs!

Front, down.
Keep your arms up, sirs. Front...

...down, front, down, front,
down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down. Up, Main. Up, sirs.
Front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down.
And up, sirs. Front, down.

Front, down, front, down, front,
down. Yes, sirs. Up, sirs. Front.

And continue, sirs. Front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down.
Let's see 90 degrees, sir.

Front, down, front, down.
Up, sir. Up, sir.

Front, down, front, down, front, down.
No slacking off, sir!

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down.
Get your arm up, sir!

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down, front, down,
front, down, front, down.

Front, down. Up, sir!
Front, down, front, down.

Front, down. Halt, sir!

Stay where you are, sir!

[ORRY GASPING]

Up on your feet, Mr. Main.

You have not yet mastered
the principle.

Cadet Bent. These two men
have been drilled sufficiently.

You will return them to rank
and dismiss the squad.

Yes, sir!

Fall in, sirs.

Squad, dismissed!

[MUMBLING]

Good for you boys. You stood up to him,
called his bluff.

Call that a bluff?

By the way, we haven't really met.
My name is George.

-So is mine.
-I'm George McClellan.

-And I'm George Pickett from Virginia.
-So am I. From Virginia, that is.

Tom Jackson.

-Are you all right, Mr. Main?
-Fine, Tom. The name's Orry.

That Cadet Bent, he's a little tetched,
I think.

Thank God for that upperclassman,
whoever he was.

His name's Ulysses, but they
call him Sam. Sam Grant.

SALLY: The mail, sir. One for you,
and one for Miss Madeline.

Thank you, Maum Sally.

SALLY:
I have something for you, child.

[MADELINE GASPS]

Why didn't you tell me there
was a letter for me this morning?

Because I only just arrived.

Now, who or what could
be so important?

Oh....

He says he's always thinking of me
and that he can't wait to see me again.

"Even though the training
at the academy is sometimes...

...merciless...

...the thought that...."

The thought that I'll be here when
he gets home helps him through it.

He says a whole lot for such
a short acquaintance.

What else he got to say?

You're mighty taken with that
Mr. Main, aren't you?

-Madeline, dear, may I speak with you?
-Yes, Papa.

Justin LaMotte has written to say...

...he will be here in Charleston
the first of the month.

He asks permission to call on us.

Well, that's fine. I'll have something
special prepared for dinner that night.

Ah.

I hope you will be as pleased
to see Justin as I will.

Of course, Papa. He's your friend.

Mr. Fisk, sir.

You hold your saber like a hoe, sir.

You parry as though you were
scaring crows, Mr. Fisk.

Now, you are nothing more than
a miserable, clumsy little farmer.

And I'm supposed to make a soldier
out of you. En garde!

Set yourself down. Bend your elbow.

Straighten your knee.

I said, bend your elbow, sir!

Your head, Mr. Fisk!
Parry! Seconde!

Point! Parry seconde! Seconde!
Point! Parry seconde!

You're a joke, Mr. Fisk.

On a battlefield,
you'd be cut to ribbons.

And rightly so.

You, sir, are the sorriest excuse
for a soldier I have ever seen.

Ah....

BENT: All right, sirs, who shall
we have next?

Let's have you, Mr. Main.

At your service, sir.

My pleasure.

MAN:
Drummer, sound mess call.

Squad, dismissed!

Where did you learn how to
handle a sword like that?

My father thought it was something
a gentleman should know...

...so he gave me lessons.

Well, you sure gave Bent a lesson.

[PIANO PLAYING]

Look, child.

These were the cuttings Mr. LaMotte
sent from Resolute last fall.

They're very pretty.

You look so sad. Still thinking
about Orry Main?

I can't seem to do anything else,
Maum Sally.

Oh, his letters were so wonderful.

I think they were part of the reason
that I fell in love with him.

-But he doesn't write anymore.
-Oh....

You got to forget about him.

Young men always making promises
they never gonna keep.

That's what Papa says:

"Soldiers have wandering hearts."

He tells me I should forget him,
but I can't, Maum Sally.

I can't, no matter what I do.

Madeline, it seems our guest
has arrived early.

He says he could not deny himself
the pleasure of our company any longer.

Monsieur LaMotte. How nice
to see you again.

You're more lovely than ever,
Miss Fabray.

But I do wish you'd call me Justin.

I think it is proper, my dear,
after all this time.

As you wish. Justin.

Splendid.

I'll tell Uncle John to have
an extra place set for dinner, sir.

Thank you, Maum Sally.

Justin, I've been saving a very
interesting brandy for you.

If you'll excuse me, I will have it brought
up from the wine cellar.

You are too kind, Nicholas.

I know it isn't proper, but I took
the liberty of bringing you this.

-I hope you'll accept it.
-That was very thoughtful of you, M--

Justin.

[CHUCKLING]

I really shouldn't accept it,
but I love surprises.

Oh.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Not half so beautiful as you.

[MUSIC PLAYS]

[WIND HOWLING]

[MUMBLING]

I'll never make it, George.
Mahan's gonna eat me alive in that class.

I just wasn't cut out for West Point.

Don't say that. You ride a horse
better than any man here.

You're a good marksman. And Lord
knows you're handy with a saber.

But I can't remember what's
in these books.

I'll get you through it. We'll drill it
till you know it backwards.

None of it seems any use right now.

I don't even want to be a soldier.

GEORGE: But you want to improve
Mont Royal, don't you?

Maybe I should find another way.

I think there's something else
that's bothering you.

And I don't think it has anything
to do with military history.

How long has it been since
you heard from Madeline?

[DOOR OPENS]

GEORGE: Fisk.
ORRY: Ned.

I thought you'd gotten used
to us, Fisk.

You didn't mention moving
to another barracks--

I'm not moving to another barracks.

I have to resign from the academy.

My pa took a fall from a hayloft.
Laid him up real bad.

They need me to run the farm
because there's nobody else.

I'm sorry, Fisk. That's tough luck.

ORRY:
Uh....

If there's anything we can do....

Well, you could help, Mr. Planter's Son.
But you won't.

You're gonna keep on working your
slaves and undercutting prices...

...so that folks like us will always
live hand-to-mouth.

Well, you can save your sympathy.
Put it in the bank with all your money.

Come on. What do you say to a trip
to Benny Haven's?

-At this hour?
-You need a bracer, don't you?

We already have more demerits than
any other two men in our class.

-Over 150 each.
-And whose fault is that?

So those demerits came
from Bent.

Just the same, over 200 skins
in one year, and we're out.

-And if we're caught--
-We won't get caught.

Who'd be crazy enough to go out
on a night as cold as this? Come on.

[ORRY SHUDDERS]

GEORGE:
Hey, careful. That ice is soft.

ORRY: You're right. Who'd be crazy
enough to go out on a night like this?

BENNY:
All right. Here we are.

Now, you just face the wall there.
You come around here.

Now, remember what I said.
Don't face one another...

...and that will take care of
your boys' honor code.

So if an officer was to ask you if
you'd seen one another drinking...

...why, you could swear on an oath
that you hadn't seen nothing.

GEORGE: Thanks, Benny.
ORRY: Thanks, Benny.

To your health.

George, listen. I've been thinking.

-We could make things right for Fisk.
-How's that?

Well, we both get allowances.

We can give him money to hire someone
to run his farm. Then he could stay.

Uh-uh.

Fisk is too proud. He wouldn't accept
charity like that.

Yes, he will, if we make it a loan.

We'll just give him a long time
to pay it back.

Might leave us a little short of cash,
but it would sure be worth it.

You're right. It would.

Let's do it.

-Now, don't you feel better?
-Yes. A little.

But I just keep thinking....

-No, no.
-About Madeline?

I just don't understand why she
doesn't answer my letters.

There could be a hundred reasons.
You hardly know her.

I know her well enough
to believe that--

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

What is it?

Oh. Nobody. Just a civilian
from the village.

Don't you do that to me again.
You took 10 years off my life.

You boys best get moving. Just seen
a corporal go around to the back door.

ORRY: Damn.
GEORGE: Go, go, go.

BENT:
Stop, you men! Stop!

GEORGE:
The path's up ahead!

Ah!

-George, George, George.
BENT: Help! Help me!

-He's fallen through.
BENT: Help!

-Good. That ought to slow him down.
-We can't leave him. He might drown.

-I was afraid you'd say that.
BENT: Help me.

-Help me.
ORRY: It's cracked. Lie down.

Hold on, Bent. We'll get you.

Take my hand.

There.

[GROANING]

GEORGE:
Give me your hand.

[BENT COUGHING]

GEORGE:
Come on.

Come on. Bent, you can't stay here.

Get back to your barracks.
You'll get pneumonia.

I know, I know. I can make it
without any help...

...from either of you two.

That gracious thank-you
made it all worthwhile.

At least he can't put us on report.
We saved his life.

Don't let that get around the barracks,
or we're in trouble.

[CHUCKLING]

[COUGHING]

You sound awful, Orry. You really should
report to the medical officer.

No, I'm fine, George.

Hazard, Main, you have both
been placed on report, sirs.

Bent.

He really did report us, after saving
his life. Can you beat that?

[KNOCKING]

Come in.

[ORRY COUGHING]

BENT:
What do you want, Main?

Request permission to report
to the infirmary.

Why? You look healthy enough to me.

-I think I'm very ill, sir.
-Well, I think you're a malingerer, Main.

I think you just want to avoid
your assigned duties.

-Corporal Bent, I swear--
-Permission denied.

And I will show you what happens
to shirkers, Mr. Main.

As of right now, you start 10 hours
of extra guard duty.

You are dismissed...

...sir.

[COUGHING]

-Cadet Grant, isn't it?
-It is.

What are you doing out here
in this weather?

Working off demerits, sir.

You're sick. You should
be in the hospital.

No, sir. Thank you, sir. I'm all right.

Shall I ask a tactical officer
to have you relieved?

No, sir.

-I have to work off these demerits, sir.
-You'll make a good soldier, Mr. Main...

...if Corporal Bent doesn't
kill you first.

And if Grant hadn't had that tactical
officer send someone to relieve you...

...you might have frozen to death.

We should've let Bent freeze.

Well, you're the one who insisted
we go back.

Anyhow, it's better that it turned
out this way.

Grant and his friends are keeping
their eyes on Bent.

That will make him ease up on us.

Don't you think that somehow in Bent's
twisted mind, he'll see it as our fault...

-...and come down even harder?
-No.

He's too much of a coward
to go up against Grant.

-He'd rather bully underclassmen.
-I never met anybody like him before.

I believe the word is "bent."

Well, there's another reason
why I'm glad you didn't freeze.

What's that?

I wanted to thank you for loaning
me the money to stay here.

I guess I might have been wrong
about Southerners.

Maybe some of them, but remember,
Bent's from Georgia.

Yes.

-George, would you mail that for me?
-Sure.

Still wooing Madeline?

-If she doesn't write me soon--
-I'm sure she will.

But even if she doesn't,
I've still got a sister who's not married.

We've got to go.

Goodbye.

GEORGE:
Hello, Mr. McCullough.

Our foundry's down here,
and there's the new library building.

BILLY:
Mom! Dad! They're here!

Mom! Dad! They're here!

ORRY: This is your house?
MAN: Hi, George.

-Hello! Hello, George!
MAN: George, hello.

-Come on.
MAUDE: At last.

GEORGE: Hello, Mother.
-Welcome home, son.

WILLIAM: Doesn't he look grand?
-I thought we'd never get here.

-Been the longest two years of my life.
-How good to have you here, George.

GEORGE:
Thank you, sir.

Meet my parents,
Maude and William Hazard.

ORRY: How do you do?
-It's a pleasure. Welcome to Belvedere.

ORRY: Thanks.
-George has written so much about you.

ORRY: It's kind of you to have me.
GEORGE: My brothers, Stanley...

-Welcome.
-...and this is Billy.

ORRY: Billy.
-Are those real sabers?

Sure. Here, take a look.

Don't touch that, Billy. It's dangerous.

My brother obviously forgot
to introduce me.

GEORGE:
Of course not.

-I'm Virgilia Hazard.
-Pleased to meet you, Miss Hazard.

I've heard so much about you.

George tells us you're a Southerner.

-Yes. From South Carolina.
-Do you keep slaves?

My family does, yes.

-Are you evil, Mr. Main?
GEORGE: Oh, no, not again.

Virgilia!

Great men like Mr. Garrison keep trying to
show Southerners the evil they're doing.

-And it's our duty--
-Virgilia.

I thought I asked you to stop reading
that abolitionist nonsense.

It's not nonsense, Father.
It's God's truth.

I'm afraid her causes are Virgilia's way
of making up for not being born a man.

Don't you patronize me,
Stanley Hazard.

That will be enough, Virgilia.

-Now, I think we should all go indoors.
GEORGE: Yes, by all means.

I hear congratulations are in
order for you.

Mother said you were engaged...

...but she didn't say who
the lucky girl was.

My fiancée is Miss Isabel Truscott...

...from one of the best families
in Pennsylvania.

I've no doubt.

George wrote that you might be
interested in seeing the foundry.

Yes, sir. I want to know all there is
to know about Hazard Iron.

Busiest operation of its kind
in the country.

GEORGE: Our boilerplates are on
everything from ships to fire engines...

...anything that uses a steam generator.

-Like a cotton mill?
-Like 10 or 12 of them.

I take it you found it impressive?

More than that, sir.
Your foundry is a revelation.

Now I'm sure we should build
a cotton mill in South Carolina.

I just hope I can make
my father see that.

Surely he must be aware
that the economy of the South...

...would be stronger if more cotton
were processed there.

Yes, sir, but he has a very strong bias
against any form of industry.

Well, now, that's a shame.

Father, I think this
requires your attention.

-Would you excuse me, please?
-Yes, sir.

ORRY: Who lives there?
GEORGE: Our workers.

Immigrants, mostly.
Irish, German, Welsh.

A lot more than when I left.

I know. They're not much better
than your slave quarters, are they?

They're worse.

At least our workers have a choice.
We don't own them.

We don't force them to work here.
They can leave whenever they want.

Well, an empty belly is
a pretty good reason to stay.

Are you saying that you don't like
the way that we run the foundry?

I don't have to like everything
about what you do...

...any more than you have
to like everything we do.

I guess you're right. There's probably
room for improvement on both sides.

I know there is. That's why I wanted
to visit and learn from you Yankees.

You're really serious about
this cotton mill, aren't you?

After the Army, I'm dead serious
if I can talk my father into it.

And if Hazard Iron supplies the parts,
you won't get a better deal.

I plan on using that argument
on my father.

GEORGE: They sure don't feed us
like this at West Point.

WILLIAM:
I'm glad you're the one who's there.

MAN:
Soup, Mr. Stanley.

WILLIAM: Late again, Billy.
BILLY: Sorry, sir.

MAUDE: Now, don't forget to put
your napkin on your lap, Billy.

Salt and pepper, Mr. Main?

-Thank you, Miss Truscott.
-You're welcome, Mr. Main.

I'm sorry you have to leave so soon.

Yes, well, there's a friend I have to see
in Charleston before I head home.

A friend, Mr. Main?

I think it must be a lady.

WILLIAM: How do your instructors feel
about the president?

GEORGE:
They like him.

But I have enjoyed
my stay here very much.

Have you read something
on Mr. Polk's views?

Well, I think that Polk will annex Texas
if he's elected president.

After all,
he's a committed expansionist.

But it's wrong.
Texas belongs to Mexico.

And if he does, there will be war.

I just hope that Orry and I
don't graduate too late to fight it.

They say we'll see action
with General Zachary Taylor.

Wouldn't that be something?

Mr. Polk believes in Manifest Destiny,
all right.

If this country's to stretch
from the Atlantic to the Pacific...

...there'll be plenty of action.
We know that.

Unless God strikes him dead first,
which he deserves.

Can't any of you see?
Expansionism is just another name...

...for perpetuating
the foul institution of slavery.

Virgilia, be quiet.

No, Mother, not this time.

I can't just sit by and listen
to my own brother and a slave owner...

...tell us how eager
they are to fight...

...when everyone knows
that this is the devil's war.

George! To annex Texas
as a slave state--

I see you're still reading
your abolitionists, Virgilia.

I'm doing more than reading, George.
I've joined their cause.

-And my allowance goes to support it.
-Virgilia.

I have a right, Father. I'm a grown
woman, and I must decide for myself.

I will fight the ungodly evil
that lives in the South.

Miss Hazard...

...if you knew more about
our Southern way of life...

...you wouldn't be so quick to condemn.

Mr. Main, I know all I need to know.

And I will not sit down
at a table with a man...

...who chooses to keep
his fellow human beings in bondage.

Orry, I'm afraid I have
to apologize for my sister.

She sometimes lets her emotions
run away with her.

Why don't you tell us some more
about your plans for the cotton mill.

ORRY:
Yes.

[KNOCKING]

[MAN SHOUTING]

MAN:
Blackberries!

Strawberries!

Blueberries!

Berries fresh, berries sweet
Berries out on your front street

Fresh berries!

Ain't nobody home, sir.

-This is the Fabray house?
-Yes, sir, but they's all gone now.

Gone? Where?

Me can't rightly say, sir, but that house
been closed up for nearly a week now.

-Thank you.
-Yes, sir.

Strawberries!

Blueberries!

Berries fresh--

BRETT:
Orry! Orry, you're home!

-Orry!
-ASHTON: Orry!

MAN:
Glad that you're home, sir.

Um....

Are you feeling all right, sir?

-I'm just tired, son.
-And worried about the cotton crop.

We didn't get enough rain
after the spring planting.

Irrigating by hand is keeping the slaves
from their other work.

Crop's still liable to be small.

We could still make a profit in spite
of that if we milled our own cotton.

Son, we've argued this point before.

You should have been with me
at Hazard Iron.

I saw a hundred ways
to improve Mont Royal.

You seem very anxious
to change your home.

We can't ignore progress.
The Hazards said we'll be left behind--

I'm very sure your friends know a
great deal about running their foundry.

But a cotton plantation is different.

Every year, the South counts for less
on a national level...

...because we cling to manual labor.

That's enough, son!
I said I don't wish to discuss it.

-Daddy, if you just--
-Now, you just got home.

Go join your mother in the parlor.

I'll be along directly.

ASHTON: He does too!
BRETT: Does not!

ASHTON: He does!
BRETT: Does not!

-He does!
-Not!

All right.
Who does or doesn't do what?

Brett says Priam doesn't deserve
to get whipped, and I say he does.

Whipped?
We don't punish slaves that way.

We have ever since
Salem Jones got here.

-The overseer Father wrote me about?
BRETT: Yes.

Priam doesn't do anything bad,
but Salem Jones whips him anyhow.

Because Priam's uppity,
like his sister.

What's Semiramis got to do with this?

Ever since Salem Jones
has been sleeping with Semiramis...

...Priam's been acting strange
and getting whipped a lot.

You two go upstairs.
And be nice.

[PRIAM SCREAMING]

Who the hell are you?!

I'm Orry Main, Mr. Jones.

I was coming up to meet you, sir,
just as soon as I finished with this.

This is why I'm here. What's Priam
done? Why are you beating him?

No crime, exactly. It's his attitude, sir.
Priam don't show the proper respect.

A good overseer knows how to get
a man's respect without beating him.

And we don't whip slaves at Mont Royal,
so you let Priam go.

Your father told me to handle
these slaves any way I see fit.

Well, I don't see fit
to let you whip them.

Especially because it appears
you enjoy it.

Now you do what I tell you
and you let him go.

Now!

Cuffey, Caesar! Get him down!

TILLET: You've been away two years,
you'll be two more at the academy...

...then another four in the Army.

You're not running Mont Royal yet.
You'll not interfere with those who do.

Salem gets more work out
of the Negroes than anyone ever has.

Doesn't make him right. The cruelty
I saw makes both of you wrong.

Does it? Salem Jones knows
a thing or two.

What about that slave Nat Turner,
murdered 55 white people in cold blood?

ORRY:
That was 10 years ago in Virginia.

Think it couldn't happen here...

...with abolitionists stirring up slaves
against us?

Tillet, Orry, please.

We've got such a short time together
while Orry's on leave. Let's not spoil it.

I'm sorry, Mother.

We're invited to a wedding this afternoon.
It wouldn't do for us to be fussing.

-A wedding? Whose?
-Justin LaMotte. I wrote you about it.

Oh, so you did. Who is he marrying?

Oh, Orry, she's the most beautiful girl
you ever saw.

A Creole from New Orleans.
Her name is Madeline Fabray.

PRIEST: Do you, Justin, take Madeline
Eugenie for your lawful wedded wife...

...promising to love, honor
and cherish her...

...forsaking all others
as long as you both shall live?

I do.

Do you, Madeline Eugenie, take Justin
for your lawful wedded husband...

...promising to love, honor
and obey him...

...forsaking all others
as long as you both shall live?

I do.

PRIEST:
In the sight of God and this company...

...I pronounce you man and wife.

[CROWD CLAPPING]

[CHATTERING]

We should pay our respects.

MADELINE: How nice.
MAN: Congratulations.

My very best wishes, Mrs. LaMotte.

You are very kind, sir.

How nice of you to come.

Monsieur Main. Well, I am so glad
your family could come today.

It gives me a chance to thank you again
for your courtesy to my daughter.

Was she planning to marry Justin
even then?

No, she was not.

I had it in mind
from the day I met him.

I knew he would be
a perfect match for Madeline.

An older husband.
Wiser, more settled.

I see.

Well, tell me, how is life
treating you in the military?

As well as could be expected, sir.
Thank you.

Good day.

-Cuffey, saddle my horse for me.
-Yes, sir.

Orry, please don't go.

I have to ask you something.

What could possibly matter now?

Why did you stop answering my letters?

What?

-I didn't. You stopped answering mine.
-I didn't--

Papa.

It was Papa.
He destroyed your letters.

What?

He wanted me to marry Justin.

But until now, I never knew how much.

Now it's too late.

Every day that I was away from you...

...I kept thinking about the day
I'd make you my bride.

You better have this back now.

Don't you think I dreamed of you too?

-I better leave.
-Leaving, Main?

Well, see you again
when you finish military school.

Come, my dear.
Our other guests are waiting.

[DOOR OPENS]

MADELINE:
Justin.

I didn't expect you so soon.

You've been up here
half an hour, my dear.

I thought you'd be ready
for me by now.

You're so beautiful.

So beautiful.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

You're always so distant.

But not tonight.

By God, I'll show you
what it means to be my wife!

MADELINE:
Ah!

No!