All language subtitles for North And South S01E03 (1985) 1080p_English [English] (SUBRIP)

ORRY:
My father back?

He's inside.

George, listen.

-You still don't understand--
-I don't want to.

I'd rather keep your friendship.

-Priam is my father's property.
-No.

I don't understand that.

I have to leave in the morning, Orry.

All right.

I'll take you to the train.

[GASPING]

[COUGHING]

ORRY:
This will stop your train.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

GEORGE:
Is that it?

ORRY: No. That's the Charleston freight.
It comes by here every other day.

The passenger local will be here
in about 20 minutes.

Priam!

Stop!

Priam!

Priam....

[GUN COCKS]

Orry, no!

This has nothing to do with you.

Please, Mr. Orry.

For God's sake!

Don't you see that if I take him back,
he'll wish he was dead?

-You don't know what they'll do to him.
-Then let him go.

I told you. He belongs to my father.

Please!
If not for Priam, then do it for me.

You're taking advantage
of our friendship.

Yes, I am.

All right, Priam. All right, run.

Run before I change my mind.
Run!

Run!

All right. A life for a life, George.
You saved mine.

I will still stand up with you
if you want me.

But get it through your head.
Our lives down here are different.

They have to be!

Don't ever interfere with us again.

Or ask me to go against my own kind.

MAN: I, Constance, take thee, George,
for my lawful husband.

CONSTANCE: I, Constance, take thee,
George, for my lawful husband.

To have and to hold
from this day forward.

To have and to hold
from this day forward.

For better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer.
In sickness and in health.

For better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer.

In sickness and in health.

Until death do us part.

Until death do us part.

[SPEAKING IN LATIN]

To think I would ever be forced
to attend a Catholic ceremony.

-It's a disgrace.
-Be quiet, Isabel.

At least they had the sense
to keep it private.

As if anyone would have come anyway.

Please be quiet, Isabel.

PRIEST:
May I have the ring, please?

[SPEAKING IN LATIN]

By the authority vested in me
by the Holy Mother Church...

...and the Commonwealth
of Pennsylvania...

...I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHATTERING]

Here you are.

Thank you, Billy.

Think this'll go on forever?

It's not every day
your big brother gets married, Billy.

I know it isn't.

I just wish I were somewhere else.

Where would you like to be?

Think they'd take me at West Point?

Want to be a soldier?

I envied you and George
when you were fighting down in Mexico.

There were some hard times down there.

You don't envy me this leg, do you?

No.

I'd just like to be a soldier, that's all.

Maybe someday you will.

Constance, my dear,
if my William had lived...

...I know he would have been proud
to welcome you to our family today.

Oh, thank you.

Everyone has been so kind.

We're all so fond of you already.

Now, George, there's something
very important I want to say...

...to you and your brother.

And I'd like you and Isabel
to hear it as well.

You're being very mysterious, Mother.

Oh, not really. This is something
I've wanted to do for quite a while.

So come along.

Miss Hazard.

Mr. Main.

I thought Constance made
a very beautiful bride.

Yes, she did.

Do you admire beauty, Mr. Main?

As a matter of fact, I do.

What about a woman's mind, Mr. Main?
Do you admire that also?

I just heard that Southern men aren't
concerned about what women think.

I can't speak for all Southern men,
but for myself...

...I admire a woman for all that she is,
and that includes her ideas.

Is that so?

Well, perhaps you'd like to hear
a few more of mine.

It's a great joy to have my children
near me now.

And since George is home for good,
married and settled at last...

...I feel that it is time for a change
in the management of Hazard Iron.

A change, Mother?

Yes, dear.

I've decided that George and Stanley...

...should have equal responsibility
of the foundry.

What?

I thought it was understood that I,
as the oldest son, would run Hazard Iron.

As the oldest, you will retain
financial control, of course.

But George will have an equal voice
in all other matters.

I feel that George
has earned this, Stanley.

And I believe that it is fair...

...to both of you.

Of course, Mother.

Oh, George, I'm so happy for you.

And now I think we should
all return to our guests.

So, what have you done
with yourself the last few years?

I've been working very hard
for the Antislavery Society.

I'm giving my first address,
a week from tonight, in Philadelphia.

Really?

I was told that you'll be
in that city then.

Yes.

On your way back to Dixie?

That's right.

Since you're so enamored with women
and their ideas...

...perhaps you'd enjoy listening
to one who actually has some.

The meeting is public,
and you're certainly welcome.

Well, believe it or not, Miss Hazard...

...since your brother and I
became friends...

...I've taken a serious interest
in the Northern point of view.

I would consider it a pleasure
to hear you speak.

MAUDE:
Oh, Orry, here you are.

I have.... That is, we have something
we would like to ask you.

It's an invitation for you
and all your family...

...to join us here at Belvedere
next summer for a nice long visit.

Our lake is really very lovely
that time of year.

That sounds delightful, ma'am.

On behalf of all the Mains,
I accept with pleasure.

Oh, Mother...

...we need to notify the architects...

...so we can set up slave quarters
in the back.

Ah, Virgilia!

-I'm so sorry.
-Mother, we know the best thing to do...

...when Virgilia gets like this
is to ignore her.

I think this is an excellent opportunity...

...for the best man to propose a toast
to the bride and groom.

It would be my very great pleasure.

[SINGING]

Good evening, sir.
Representative Greene, Pennsylvania.

A leader of our movement,
Mr. Gerritt Smith.

Delighted. George Hazard.
My wife, Constance.

-Charmed.
-And our friend Orry Main.

-Hazard of Hazard Iron?
-That's right.

Then you must be related
to Miss Virgilia.

My sister. You gentlemen
are acquainted with her?

Why, man, she's the reason we're here.
You must be very proud of her.

Proud?

Why, yes.

She's done wonders for our cause, sir.

A hard worker with enormous energy...

...to match her remarkable beauty.

If she can manage
to put into words in a public forum...

...what she feels
so deeply in her heart...

...then the days of slavery are numbered,
as from this night.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome and good evening.

I have the honor to introduce to you...

...a man whose personal
sufferings and trials...

...symbolize and personify the wicked
and diabolical institution of slavery...

...which nature and all
decent men abhor.

A man, free at last
by the grace of God...

...who has literally suffered the cruelties
and the tortures of the damned...

...at the hands of human monsters
who held him in bondage.

Mr. Frederick Douglass.

Thank you, my friends.

I am...

...very glad to be here.

I am very glad...

...to mingle my voice with those
with whom I have labored...

...for the purpose of undoing
the burdens of my brethren...

...and hastening the day
of their emancipation.

My friends, slavery must be abolished.

And the only way that can be done...

...is by enforcing the great
principles of justice.

Vainly, you talk about voting it down.

When you cast your millions of ballots,
you will not have reached the evil.

It has fastened its root deep
into the heart of the nation...

...and nothing but God's truth
and love can cleanse the land.

I ask you....
No, I beg you...

...to look at the practical operation
of the American slave trade...

...sustained by American politics
and American religion.

There you will see men and women
reared like swine for the market.

Driven so that they crowd
the highways of the nation.

Driven by men armed with pistol,
whip and bowie knife.

See, too the young girl of 13 weeping.
Yes, weeping...

...as she thinks of the mother
from whom she has just been torn!

Attend the slave auction
and see men examined like horses.

And women rudely
and shockingly exposed...

...to the gaze of American slave buyers.

And never forget the sobs
that arise from this group...

...as they are sold...

...and separated forever.

Tell me, dear citizens...

...where under God's sun...

...can you find a spectacle
more fiendish and shocking than this?

MEN:
Bravo! Bravo!

WOMAN:
Praise the Lord!

It is now my singular pleasure...

...to introduce a new and tireless
member of our organization...

...who has fearlessly chosen
the path of God's work.

May I present Miss Virgilia Hazard.

My friends...

...there is one aspect of slavery...

...so foul...

...so utterly depraved
that even we on this platform...

...have been loath to raise its specter.

I must admit to you my shame to stand
before you with rising indignation...

...a decent Christian woman addressing
an audience of her own kind...

...forced to address publicly a sin...

...so vile...

...so vicious and degenerate.

The South's hateful system...

...depends on the perpetuation
of its free labor force.

So where, ladies and gentlemen,
do these new slaves come from?

When the aged and infirmed
are worked to death?

Beaten to death.

Why, they come from slavery itself.

For the true crop
of a Southern plantation...

...is a human crop!

[GASPING AND MUMBLING]

Yes, my friends,
the plantations of the South...

...are nothing more than
black breeding farms!

WOMAN: She's an offense to all
the women in the abolitionist movement.

Giant bordellos, owned and operated
by a degenerate aristocracy!

[CROWD MUMBLING]

Men who, in their lust,
force their animal passions...

...on the defenseless bodies of the
women and children they hold prisoner!

God in his heaven cries out against
these crazed satyrs...

...and every upright human heart
cries out in moral outrage, "No!"

No!

-No!
ALL: No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

Orry, she doesn't speak for all of us.

No, not for you, but for everyone else
here she does.

Sir, you mustn't leave while
Miss Virgilia's speaking.

I am afraid, sir,
I have a train to catch...

...to South Carolina.
I have some blacks to breed.

GREENE:
Miss Hazard, pardon me.

Dear lady...

...you were magnificent.

You were beyond description.

Why, thank you, Mr. Greene,
I only spoke what was in my heart.

You said things that had not been said...

...that cried out for the saying.
The passion of your address...

...physical presentation,
stirred me deeply.

You do me an honor to say so.

You have done us the honor.

I wonder...

...might we share a late supper...

...to further discuss my reaction?

I've taken the liberty
of requesting a small repast.

I'm most grateful
for your approval, sir...

...but I seem to remember
you are a married man.

My marital status should present
no obstacle...

...to the cause of freedom.

Nor does it, Mr. Greene.

But freedom must ever be coupled
with responsibility...

...as our Founding Fathers
so aptly put it.

Perhaps another time...

...when you yourself are free.

Miss Ha--

Madeline!

Madeline!

Madeline!

Don't you answer when I call you?

I'm sorry, Justin, I was napping.
I didn't hear.

You hear well enough when your
slave women holler, don't you?

I heard about your latest
errand of mercy.

I just do what I can to help.

Quite a reputation around here:

Madeline the merciful.

Madeline, the pregnant niggers' angel.

Justin, please!

I don't want my wife spending all her
time playing midwife to my slaves!

Perhaps you'd rather risk
losing the children.

You're worried about the children,
are you, my dear?

Well, I'm worried about children too.

My own...

...the ones you're not giving me.

I want a son.

I want a boy of my own, that's all.

Damn it, woman, look at me
when I'm talking to you!

Until you give me the son I want...

...you stay away from those
black sluts, you understand me?

You better.

I'll be watching you.

Remember that.

I've ridden by a hundred times,
hoping you'd be here.

I tried to stay away too, but I couldn't.

There hasn't been a day
I haven't thought about you.

Madeline, leave Justin.
We could run away.

-I can't bear--
-You know we can't. We can't.

I will not let him stop us.

You don't know him.
He'd hunt us like slaves.

We'd be fugitives,
we'd have no legal or moral right.

I don't care about right.
I care about you.

Divorce him, Madeline.

I can't. If I even suggested, I think....

In my heart...

...I'm married to you.

And I always will be.

BOY 1: Get back.
BOY 2: Crack.

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

MAN:
Get me out!

Get away from the building!

Wiley, get those men out of there!
Set up a station for the wounded.

Come on! What happened?

There's men in there dying.

I'll go and get them.
Take care of those men.

You can't go in there. It's an inferno!

[MAN SCREAMING]

MAN:
Help me!

Help! I'm over here!
Help me!

Help.

Oh! Oh!

-Are you all right, Mr. Hazard?
-Run to the town...

...get the doctors, all three.
Get back here fast!

Yes, sir. I already sent August,
but I'll go myself.

-You sure you're not hurt?
-Wiley, why? Why did it blow?

Pressure, sir.

The wrought-iron bands, reinforcement
bands-- I ordered them installed!

Yes, sir, but Mr. Stanley, sir,
he canceled the order.

Why did you cancel my order, Stanley?

The shipments were off.
We couldn't afford it.

We couldn't afford it? Do you think
we can afford those dead workmen?

They have families that
have depended on us, Stanley.

Families who are now without
husbands or fathers.

The bands will go on immediately.
I'll reissue the order.

You don't have the authority.

The hell I haven't. The only place you
have precedence is on the bank drafts.

We'll reinforce those bands immediately,
and we'll pay $5000 compensation...

...miserable comfort though it is,
to the families of the men who died.

-That's insane! I won't do it.
-It's the only decent thing to do...

...and you will do it, Stanley.
You will sign those bank drafts.

Or I'll come down here with 100 mill
workers and let them convince you!

MAUDE:
George...

...Stanley...

...I've just come from the foundry.

-I was shocked by what I saw there.
GEORGE: I know, Mother.

This new system is not going to work.
We can't have this division of authority.

I know that, and I'm going
to do something about it.

I've learned a great deal
about Hazard Iron since your father died.

Not particularly because I wanted to...

...but because I was compelled to learn
by my responsibility for the foundry.

That's an embarrassment.

As if you didn't have confidence
in my ability.

I'm sorry if it seems so, dear.

-Mother....
-By giving you financial control...

...I've let you prevent George, time
and again, from making improvements.

You refused to burn coal
instead of charcoal...

...even after George proved coal
was more efficient.

You refused to buy new equipment,
or repair the old...

...and now this horrible explosion.
Dear God!

It was not my fault.

I have to try a change, Stanley.
I'm giving George control of the money...

-...and see how things progress.
-Mother...

...you can't take that away
from me too.

You and George will still have equal say
in everything else.

My decision is made, Stanley.
I don't want to hear another word.

I just don't understand you.

-Why weren't you stronger with her?
-What could I do? Her mind was made up.

You could've made a stand.
Instead, you let George walk all over you.

Mother says we're equal.

Your mother says we're equal.

Except that George now has the money,
which means he really has the power.

-What can we do?
-Nothing...

...except wait...

...and watch for a time
when we can get our own back.

-That could take years.
-Because you weren't man enough now!

We'll have our chance.

We'll get back everything your brother
George has stolen from us.

Him and that Irish slut of his.

We're gonna make them sorry.

Very sorry indeed.

MAN: My dear friends, as we commit
Tillet Main to God's care today...

...we must remember these words:

"In my father's house
are many mansions.

If it were not so,
I would have told you.

I go to prepare a place for you."

And I know that the Lord has prepared
a special place for Tillet Main.

His family must not grieve.

His loving daughters, Brett and Ashton,
must all remember him in their hearts...

...and rejoice that this fine man,
this loving father and husband...

...is now with our Lord and Savior
for all eternity. Amen.

[WOMAN SOBBING]

Mother, you ought to sleep.

I will, Orry.

Father would have wanted you
to take care of yourself.

I can't believe he's gone.

He loved you very much.

I know.

I'm afraid he didn't always
know how to show it.

[SOBBING]

Lord, I'm gonna miss him so.

SEMIRAMIS:
They do care about you.

They don't care about me.
They treat me like I'm a stranger.

Hell, if it wasn't for my last name,
they wouldn't have me here at all.

Well, I am a stranger, I know that.

But blood is blood.

I mean, you'd think they'd honor that.

A cousin's a cousin...

...even if his parents were poor.

They done made a home for you here.

Some home.

Old Clarissa, she treats me
like I'm a child.

And Orry, the big master, he's as distant
as a king. That's what he thinks he is.

He pays me no mind at all.

I'm no more family to them
than you are.

Just like another one of their slaves.
Might as well be.

Maybe you don't like the way that feels.

No, I don't.

You're the only one
who understands, Semiramis.

Sure, I understand.

I've been a slave my whole life.

That don't mean that I liked it.

I'm sorry it has to be that way.

SEMIRAMIS:
You best be getting back.

It's getting late.

Mr. Orry, sir.

You're out doing early enough
this morning.

ORRY: It's best to take care of hard
business early. That's why I'm here.

Oh, is that so?

I'm releasing you from your employ
at Mont Royal.

You have a month's pay and your choice
of a horse from the stable.

Why?

I never liked you nor the way
you did your job.

Is that right?

And how is that? I always did my best.

-Your father never complained.
-My father and I are different men.

I gotta do what seems best to me.

Take a man's place who's
worked like a nigger--

-Anger will not serve you, Mr. Jones.
-No.

What hard work won't do,
talk will never help.

But hear me: The day may come when
you'll regret throwing me out like this.

I promise you that.

I think not.

Good day to you.

SALEM:
Semiramis, get back here!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN:
Barkeep, bring us another round here.

Hello. What have we here
but a sorry nest of drunkards?

Three more to swell the company,
Salem, with the likes of you.

SALEM: Never mind, Graves,
you'll take our money.

Three Barbados, the full measure.

Can't find a way to get away
from that tribe.

What's that you say, Salem?

None of your business, boy. Keep your
ugly Main nose in your own ale.

You insult my family.

Your family?

Is that what you call them?

That ain't what they call you.

So happens I'm not in love with the
Mont Royal branch of the family myself.

But I've talked with some of the slaves
about you, Mr. Jones.

The fact is...

...I defend you.

They said you weren't
fit to sleep with pigs.

But I said you were.

MAN:
Look out. He's got a gun!

ORRY:
Hold it.

[GUNSHOT]

You three.

[NEIGHING]

Out of here.
Move smartly now!

Come on, Salem, you heard me.

The constable will pay you a visit
in the morning to account for this.

Good Lord, Charles! Brawling in a tavern
like a common cotton chopper!

[CHUCKLING]

What does it matter?

Don't you have any pride in yourself,
if not in us?

GRAVES: In fairness to the boy,
it was Jones that went for him first.

That's all well and good, sir.

But a gentleman does not lower himself
to a fistfight with a lout like Jones.

You're a disgrace, Charles.

You're not my father! You don't care
about me, none of you do!

And I don't care what you say!

Hya!

[KNOCKING]

Breathe in.

Well, that has to be tight enough,
Ashton.

What would you know, anyway?
You're still a baby.

No amount of lace
would make you look...

...one bit better than a pine board.
Now, pull.

[GRUNTS]

Do you always have to say
things like that?

Well, it's true.

Besides, babies are sweet.

And you have sweet baby skin...

...and sweet baby bloomers...

...and you'll probably still be just
baby-sweet...

...when you're a sweet old maid.

[ASHTON GIGGLING]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

BRETT: Cousin Charles.
-He's just getting in.

Been out all night again.

You kind of fancy him, don't you?

I just let on like I do. You know, to make
the poor orphan boy feel accepted.

I was real nice to him once,
and you know what he said?

-What he had the nerve to say to me?
-What?

He said, "Keep your distance,
cousin dear. I'm wise to you."

What do I care?

He'll be dead soon enough.

Dead? What are you saying?

Well, where you suppose he's been
all night?

Off sparking Sue Marie Smith.

But she's engaged
to her cousin Whitney.

Well, of course she is, dummy!

And her cousin Whitney
will just kill Charles for it.

Though he ought to kill Sue Marie.

The men say her britches
are like a basket of coals.

Of course, you wouldn't know
what that means. But I do.

Now, what is it exactly you want,
Mr. Huntoon?

Sir, I seek the approval of your
bountiful heart.

In short, sir, I beg your kind permission
to pay formal court to your daughter.

My daughter?

No, sir. Damn, I misspoke myself.

Your sister. Miss Ashton, sir.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing, Huntoon?

My love leads me on, sir.

I worship the very ground
she walks on.

Did I say something
that I should not have said, sir?

Well, I guess that's all
in the point of view, sir.

There.
I'm already tight as a drum inside.

When are you and James Huntoon
announcing your engagement?

Well, whatever makes you think
we will?

Well, if not,
then why is he downstairs...

...asking Orry's permission to come
courting, if you have no intention--

He's got all the intentions, child.

Now what do I know
what an old man thinks?

He's more than 20.

Here's how I feel about him.

Don't laugh. It's true.

I can't stand his puffy old face,
his squinty little eyes...

...and his slippery old kisses. Yuck!

Kisses?

You let him kiss you already?

Just a little old taste of honey,
you baby, sweeten him up.

But if you don't even like him,
how could you?

What's "like" got to do with anything?

Everybody says James
is gonna be real important someday.

A gal can never have too many important
men courting her, now can she?

Oh, Ashton.
Can't you ever be serious?

But I am serious.

Lord, I might even marry
slobbery old James.

That is, if I can find
some advantage in it.

HUNTOON: In short, sir, I make bold
to consider myself qualified.

Perhaps even highly qualified
to offer myself as a candidate...

...for your sister's fair hand.

"Offer yourself"
is a good choice of words.

Perhaps you already discount me
for some reason?

No, James,
I don't discount you at all.

I would hope not, sir.

As you know, sir, I am South Carolina's
youngest attorney-at-law.

I am a champion of states' rights and
a follower of the noble John C. Calhoun.

Since his passing, I have begun
to aspire to high political office...

...so that I may continue
his great work.

And there are those who feel
that my goal is not an impossible one.

CLARISSA:
Excuse me.

Orry, I need to speak
with you right away.

If you'll excuse us.

I may, then, consider my suit as not
entirely unwelcome to Mont Royal?

You may, and Godspeed and guide you.
You're gonna need it.

Thank you, sir.
I'll find my own way.

This time he's really done it.
Your cousin Charles is in serious trouble.

You must come.

DRIVER:
Hya! Come on. Hya!

Please state your business, sir.

My name is Mr. S-- Smith Dawkins.

And I am representative
and relative of Mr. Whitney Smith...

...who last evening came upon
Mr. Charles Main of this plantation...

...in dalliance with his fiancée,
Miss S-- S-- Sue Marie Smith.

The gentlemen exchanged words,
whereupon Mr. Main...

...struck Mr. Smith a severe blow.

Whereupon Mr. Smith...

...demanded satisfaction.

In consequence of which,
I'm here to make arrangements.

Will you be acting as Mr. Main's second?

I will not!

Mr. Main is too young to be fighting
duels. Besides, they're against the law.

He is old enough to have given offense
in a totally adult way.

And as you very well know, sir...

...the Code Duello is in common practice
despite S-- South Carolina law.

Now, if you will kindly direct me
to Mr. Main's second.

Better still, to Mr. Main himself.

I'd be delighted to,
but I don't know where he is.

You are determined to go through
with this farce?

Mr. Whitney Smith does not
consider it a farce, sir.

-And neither will your kinsman.
-To hell with it, then.

-I'll stand his second.
-We promise absolute discretion, sir.

No witnesses other than family.

In the case of the Smith family,
that could run into the hundreds.

We will keep our number
to no more than 12.

And you must give similar assurance.

The site will be the clearing
at S-- Six Oaks.

The time, Tuesday morning, sunrise.

The weapons...

...conventional dueling pistols.

Assuming, of course, these
arrangements are agreeable to you, sir?

They are not. None of it is.

But I accept.

Good day, sir.

Did you put a stop this insanity?

Where is that lunatic?

CHARLES:
One, two, three, four, five...

...six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

You are now dead.

All I need is practice.

That and some sense of what
you're practicing.

Smith Dawkins just left. You got until
Tuesday morning to save your life.

-What's that to you?
-I don't wanna be further disgraced.

-So I have just become your second.
-Why you? This is my affair.

-I'm not afraid of that lily-white son--
-Well, you should be.

He will undoubtedly kill you,
as unprepared as you are.

-He's killed men before.
-I can handle him.

But you can't. This is not just another
one of your country brawls, Charles.

This is a duel,
theoretically between gentlemen.

It will be fought with rules.
Strict rules.

Now you are a Main, Charles.
You hear me?

You are a Main.

And I can't have you dying on me
and sullying the family name.

If there's one reason why I wouldn't
want my brains blown out, that's it.

Now, I'm gonna teach you how to shoot
and how to win.

Seventy-two hours is all we got.

We'll get you some proper pistols first.
Come on, get on your horse.

ORRY:
--four, five, six, seven...

...eight, nine, 10.

No!

You're rushing your aim,
and you're still jerking the trigger.

Charles, fear will push you into haste.

And haste will push you into the grave.
Deliberate. Be deliberate. Again.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

...seven, eight, nine, 10.

[LAUGHS]

Perfect! Now, again.

Exactly the same as before,
until it's second nature.

We may save your life yet.

Thanks for saying "we."

Don't get sentimental on me.
It's a bit early for that.

Now, I know that you're scared.

But that's to your advantage.

That peacock over there...

...he's too stupid to be scared...yet.

Look at him.

He's keeping his coat on.

Appearances mean more to the fool than
his life. And since he isn't worried...

...he might not take sufficient care.

You will.

Now remember, take your time.

Be calm, deliberate,
and you will drop him.

You're a Main.

One, two, three, four...

...five, six, seven...

...eight, nine, 10!

You must....

You must stand, Whitney.

[WHIMPERING]

Stand!

[SOBBING]

Acknowledge the tribute.
It's you they're applauding.

-Me? But that's his family.
-The man proved himself a coward.

They're showing their admiration
for your courage...

...and for your generosity
in spirit in not killing him.

You have shown every attribute...

...of a Carolina gentleman today.
I'm proud of you, Charles.

Here's to life.

Well, thanks to you.

I owe you mine.

All the time,
all the care you took with me.

Without you,
he'd have killed me certain.

Probably.

But what you did, you did.

Always before, when I'd fight,
everyone disapproved.

Orry, what made it so different?

Rules, Charles.

There's a strict and definite code
of honor among gentlemen...

...that must be observed.

Even in a fight.
Especially in a fight.

Orry, I want that.

To be a man of honor.

Like you.

Um....

Do you think...?

Is there a chance...

...that I could go to West Point?

You'd never pass the entrance exams,
not now.

You have the intelligence,
but you don't have the education.

But if you're serious...

...we could have you tutored.

I've never been more serious
about anything in my life.

CLARISSA:
They're simply exquisite.

And these are my Pride of Pennsylvanias.
It took me years to get them started.

They're Mother's special favorites.

I believe this is the most beautiful garden
I've ever seen.

It should be.
Mother worked on it like a slave.

And over here are my climbing roses.

I've been trying to train
them to patterns.

Virgilia, dear, why don't you run
and see if cook has tea ready.

BRETT:
The cat is an active cat.

ASHTON: The cat is an angry cat.
BILLY: The cat is an awful cat.

CHARLES: The cat is an artful cat.
BRETT: The cat is a beautiful cat.

ASHTON: The cat is a bashful cat.
BILLY: The cat is a bumbling cat.

CHARLES:
The cat is a babbling cat.

ORRY: You're not still upset about
South Carolina trying to secede, are you?

You're damn right I am. Aren't you?

I don't think they'll try it again.

If they do, it won't be like
we're two separate countries.

That's exactly what it'll be like.

Orry, I've got some neighbors up here
who just don't argue...

...about slavery
and states' rights anymore.

They're beginning to hate Southerners.

I hear talk in South Carolina too.

My neighbors are none too fond
of Yankees.

George, it's not the majority.
It's the fanatics.

Well, I hope you're right.

Because if South Carolina does secede,
a lot of other states will follow.

And we'll all have to choose sides.

[LAUGHING]

Quite the young man, your Charles.

Already the picture
of a Southern gentleman.

Next fall, he and Billy
go off to the Point.

-Plebes together just like we were.
-What about when they get out, though?

At least you and I could fight
on the same side.

Hardly seems possible.

CHARLES: Turn this boat on me,
you're going in too.

Where you going?

Well, there may be hope
for the North and South after all.

At least for those two.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

ASHTON: And he just stepped right
over my feet when we were dancing!

Oh, Ashton, I just have to say it.

I think he is so handsome.

Billy?

He'll do.

Of course, alongside Charles,
most anybody'd look good.

Just about the most exciting thing
I've ever laid eyes on.

And 100 proof trouble.

Take my word
and give her a wide berth.

Brett's the one you want.

Take another look at her.

Billy, you come here this minute.

-I need you.
-Coming.

What are you doing?

Well, Billy, I'm right here...

...and I'm waiting for you.

Ashton.

That's how the wind sets, eh?

Never mind, pretty girl.

He'll get enough of her games
sooner than you think.

Come on, let's take a walk.
You and I.

VIRGILIA: The Fugitive Slave Law
should be repealed.

Changing it is just a scheme
to appease the South.

Dear me, I feel so lost
when the talk turns to such things.

Then you should inform yourself,
Mrs. Main.

Lord knows we won't get
the truth from our menfolk.

It was such a pleasant afternoon,
Virgilia.

The law as changed, Mrs. Main,
would take fugitive-slave cases...

...away from individual states and put it
in the hands of the federal government.

CLARISSA: Doesn't that benefit
the runaways?

It would seem to.
And that's the evil of it.

In reality, the law gives slave catchers
the right to enter free states...

...to capture escaped slaves...

...even when those states
guarantee slaves their freedom.

It's far worse than before.

Our representatives are only trying
to preserve the Union.

Our representatives are only catering
to Southern gentlemen.

That will be enough, Virgilia.

Now, we are here to enjoy ourselves.

If you don't like Southerners,
Virgilia, then why in the world...

-...did you invite us up here?
-Ashton, sit down and be a lady.

No, I'll answer the child.

I didn't want you here,
but I wasn't consulted.

But since you are here, you might take
the time to listen and to learn the truth.

The truth, Miss Virgilia?

And what is that? The same truth
you told in Philadelphia? What was it?

-Degenerate Southern satyrs?
-Deny it if you dare.

I'll shout it from the housetop.

Slave owners are nothing more
than whoremasters.

I'm sorry, George, but I believe
it's time we were leaving.

No, please.

Virgilia.

You'll apologize to our friends now.

Your friends, George.

I find their way of life
repellent and wrong.

All right.

You can tell your friends
they needn't leave.

I'll be happy to stay in my room
for the rest of their visit...

...so I don't have to look at their faces
or hear their damned Southern voices.

Orry, all of you...

...please do not let what Virgilia says
or does ruin our first summer together.

Please stay with us.

Mother?

All right. All right, George.
We'll stay.

GEORGE: Orry.
-Thank you, George.

George...

...I been thinking about something.

Remember the first time I was here?
We visited Hazard Iron...

-...and we talked about a cotton mill?
-Yes.

You made me show you every part
we ever made for a textile mill.

George, I still think it's a good
idea, maybe better than ever.

How do you figure that?

Right now, every ounce of cotton...

...has to be shipped North
or to England.

Imagine having a mill
right in South Carolina.

Imagine-- Can you imagine...

...being able to manufacture
the cotton right where it's grown?

I can imagine that.

If you and I were equal partners in it.

Wait, George, I was only asking
for advice, not money.

I know, but remember the last
time we talked about this?

I told you then that Hazard Iron
should manufacture the parts.

I can do better than that now.
I have some money tucked away.

It sounds like an excellent investment.

I don't know what to say.
It's so much better than I hoped.

I've got one condition, though.

No slave labor.

Agreed.

"Main and Hazard."

It's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

Almost as nice as "Hazard and Main."

[CHUCKLES]

ISABEL: Are you absolutely certain
that's what George said?

A cotton mill in South Carolina?

I told him it was a foolish idea...

...but it is his money.

And it is our salvation.

Imagine George being stupid
enough to invest in the South.

I don't understand.
How does that help us?

Think about it, Stanley.

George is investing in a region...

...that's beginning to think of itself
as a rival country.

Why, he's gonna lose everything
in this silly mill venture.

What better way to prove
to your mother...

...that she made a terrible mistake.

And that you should be
running Hazard Iron.

They're so ripe, Billy.

Just look at them.

They look delicious.

-I saved them just for you.
-You did?

Let me give you one.

Was it good, Billy?
Do you want more?

Yes.

-I'll give you more if you want me to.
-Yes.

Why don't you take it all?
Why don't you take everything?

Ashton. Ashton, no.

We can't.

-I mean, your brother.
-Forget about them. No one will know.

Ashton, no.

I want to, but no.

I can't, all right?

Forget it, then.

-I'm going home.
-Ashton.

Don't be angry, please.

I care about you.

You care about me?

If you cared about me, Billy...

...you wouldn't be
such a damn gentleman.

ASHTON: I can manage myself,
thank you very much.

BILLY:
I hope you're not mad at me.

ASHTON:
No. you don't. I'm angry with you.

BILLY:
Didn't mean to offend you.

CLARISSA:
It's been a wonderful summer.

I can't thank you enough.

MAUDE: On the contrary, we should be
thanking you for having come.

CLARISSA: Orry and I wanna have you
come down to Carolina...

...just as soon as you find the time.
We insist upon it.

She's very determined when she
makes up her mind, Mrs. Hazard.

So you must say yes.

Very well then,
on behalf of all of us...

-...I accept your kind invitation.
-Mont Royal will await you.

Again, our deepest thanks.

-Main and Hazard?
-Hazard and Main.

Take care, old friend.

And you.

Until we meet again.

MAUDE:
Goodbye.

BILLY:
Bye, Orry.

ORRY:
Goodbye.

[WOMAN GIGGLING]

[JUSTIN CHUCKLING]

-Spying slut!
-Ow!

-How dare you follow me here!
-Ah!

Maybe you're jealous because
she can give me what you can't.

Maybe I should drag you in there and
show you how I can get a man-child...

...on any slut in this plantation
but you.

You are disgusting. Disgusting!

You can just lie there and rot
for all I care.

Thisbe!

[NEIGHING]

JUSTIN:
Hya! Hya!

ORRY:
Madeline.

[MADELINE WHIMPERING]

ORRY:
Easy.

I'll kill him.

Dear God, help me, I will kill him now.

Don't say that.

Don't even think that.

I can't let you go back to him,
Madeline.

Please let me send you away.

I'll join you as soon as I can.

You can see how dangerous he is.

He'd find me.

He'd kill me.

He'd kill us both.

-But if you stay--
-Things must stay the way they are.

He still knows nothing about us...

...and he must never know.

Please.

Please.

Then this is the safest place for us.

He'll never come back here.

This will change nothing
that's between us.

Nothing.

You know that room I mentioned
to you before...

...the one that used to be
the saddle-maker's workshop?

Yes. As I said, it's yours if you want it.

Well, George, you need to know
what it is to be used for.

Now, you mustn't be angry with me...

...and you must deny me
if you don't approve.

You're opening a brothel.

Be serious, George.

Listen...

...I want Belvedere to be a link
on the underground railway.

If free Negroes can help, George,
so can we.

You, uh....

You want to shelter escaped slaves?

Yes.

Well, it's dangerous, Con.

You'd be breaking
the Fugitive Slave Law.

If you're caught,
it means federal prison...

...at least.

I know that.

Believe me,
I've thought about the risks.

But, George....

Come with me.
I want to show you something.

The abuse was constant, George...

...there was no provocation.

It became more than he could
bear, so Abner ran away.

And made his way here, through
houses and friends in the network.

All the way from Raleigh.

You're safe here with us.

-I want you to know that.
-Thank you.

I admire what you're doing, Joel.

No one can know but Mother.

Virgilia cannot be trusted, and Billy--

Is too young. I know.

We can't let anyone find out, ever...

...or we're finished.

I'll stand by you, though.

Oh, thank you.

I knew you would.

-Once you saw.
-You've always known me too well.

It's Orry, isn't it?

That's what you're thinking about?

Here we are,
partners in a business...

...and I'm helping people
he considers criminals.

But they're not criminals, George.

And someone has to help them.

Orry's ideas are part of his heritage.

It'll take generations to change them.

When we all go to Mont Royal
in a couple of weeks...

...we'll see how he was brought up,
the things he believes in.

It's going to come as quite a shock
to some of the people in our family.

Thank God, Virgilia's not going
to be there.

George, she told me she wanted to go.

In fact, she begged me
to speak to you about it.

Well, you can tell her
the answer was no.

George, you can't forbid her.

After what she did when the Mains
were here, I most certainly can.

She seems so honestly
sorry about that.

Besides, the whole family was invited,
and Virgilia says that includes her too.

It was assumed she wouldn't go.

Virgilia knows that.

Orry's too polite to make conditions.

Think of it this way, George.

Maybe...

...just maybe, Stanley and Isabel
won't go if Virgilia does.

Now wouldn't that be a dreadful loss?

George, do I get to go?

What I don't understand
is why you want to go, Virgilia.

You hate the South and all Southerners,
or so you claim.

You're always preaching
that all hate is based on ignorance.

I'm willing to admit that I may
have been wrong.

-I'll never find out unless I see firsthand.
-Taking you to South Carolina...

...is like taking a torch
into a powder magazine.

I'll be good as gold, I promise.

That man is my best friend
on this earth, Virgilia.

No talk about abolition or free soil
or anything that might offend him.

Word of honor.

I'll swear to it on a Bible
if you want me to--

All right. You've given me
your word of honor.

I have to accept that. You can go.

-Wonderful, I'll finish packing.
-Wait, just a minute.

Come here.

The Bible's in there.

WOMAN:
Bye, Mrs. Walker.