All language subtitles for North and South - S01E05 WEB.eng

I'm glad to see you
in such a lively mood today.

You must be feeling better.

There's nothing wrong with me,
thank you very much.

I just had a touch of the marsh fever.

But I'm feeling fine now. Just fine.

Well enough to go riding today
with Forbes LaMotte.

Why, your wedding is only
a few weeks away.

I'd have thought you'd be spending
all your time with James.

After all, he is the man you're marrying.

Just because I'm honoring him with the
privilege of marrying into our family...

doesn't mean I'll spend my last days
of freedom in his boring company.

You make marriage
sound like a jail sentence.

It won't be that way for Billy and me.

Billy Hazard is no different
than the rest of them.

You silly fool.

You believe in all those lies
he writes in his letters...

about how he loves you
and wants to marry you?

Why, he said those very words to me,
once upon a time.

You hate Billy because he wants me now,
instead of you.

Brett. That's not true.

I'm trying to protect you.

You're my sister, after all.

Then try to understand that I love Billy...

and that we are going to be married soon.

Of course you are.

And we'll have a big family
and a dozen children.

That's 12 more than I'll be breeding.

You just make sure that he marries you...

first.

If you can hear me, Mrs. LaMotte,
I want you to know I'm here to help you.

You're safe. Your husband's here.
He's terribly worried.

I'll do all I can,
but you must do everything I ask.

Yes.

You must force yourself to eat.

I've tried everything I could
to persuade her, Doctor, but she refuses.

Don't you, dear?

I will try to eat...

something...

if the doctor tells me to.

Good. Now, you must
follow my regimen to the letter.

Plenty of rest, hot tea, some solid food
when you're feeling up to it.

But more importantly...

you must drink some of my celery tonic
every day without fail.

You'll see to it that
she gets her medicine?

I'll spoon-feed it to her myself.

- And this room must be aired out.
- Certainly.

In her delirium, she wouldn't let anyone
in here to clean it for her.

You'll recover, my dear.

I can't believe it.
She's practically starved herself.

After a week, your wife
will be accustomed to the celery tonic.

Then you may substitute
the other formulation.

The one containing the laudanum?

Yes, from your description of her behavior
before the mental collapse...

I consider the treatment
entirely necessary.

I wish there was some other way.

But I just can't think of anything else
to calm her nerves.

I'm afraid of what she might do to herself
if I'm not here to watch out for her.

Of course.
You understand there will be symptoms.

Fatigue, signs of early aging.

All of which can be accountable
to natural causes.

The stress and strain of normal living.

Mrs. LaMotte need never know
she's taken the laudanum.

One more question, Doctor.

How long can this treatment
be continued?

Indefinitely.

But I'm afraid that after a while
she won't be able to function without it.

Thank you, Doctor.

Good day, Doctor.

Madeline.

Orry, how nice to see you again.

What's wrong with you?
Did you change your mind about leaving?

I've waited at the chapel for you
every day.

I know it's dangerous to come here,
but I had to see that you were all right.

Meet me tomorrow.
I have to know what's wrong.

I'm sorry. It's too difficult.

Justin, I've come about the invitation
to Ashton's wedding.

It's next week,
and we hadn't gotten your reply yet, so...

My apologies.

I've been hoping that Madeline
will be well enough to attend.

Is there anything I can do?

No. She's under a doctor's care.

He says it's nothing serious.
Just a weakness in the blood.

One of those mysterious ailments
that women are heir to.

I think you should go back
into the house now, my dear.

You've been out here long enough.

We hope you'll both be at the wedding.

It's Sunday after next, remember.

We'll surely try.

Madeline, say goodbye to Orry.

Goodbye, Orry.

Ladies and gentlemen,
maintain your posture, please.

1,001, 1,002, 1,003...

1,004, 1,005.

Thank you.

Would you lovely ladies excuse me
for just a second?

Madeline.

I'm glad you came.

I beg your pardon?

Why have you shut me out?
I wish you'd tell me what I've done.

Have you seen my husband anywhere?

I must find him.

Talk to me. Let me help you.

There's no need.

Then let me see you again. Just once.

No. That's impossible.

Madeline, I will not give up.

Please leave me alone.

Of course, James expressed to me
his interest in politics.

But to be called upon to help guide
the Secessionist Movement...

I just had no idea I'd be marrying
such a powerful and influential man.

As his wife, I hope I can
only live up to such an honor.

You'd make a mighty fine first lady
of the Republic of South Carolina.

Do you agree, Brett?

Of course. That's what you want.

James' happiness is what I want.

If we can get the rest of the
Southern states to secede...

who knows, James?

You may be elected President
of something a lot bigger.

First thing I'd do is put an end
to those damn Northern abolitionists.

Like that Hazard woman.

Perhaps you have forgotten
that the Hazard family are our friends.

I'm afraid I neglected to tell you...

that Brett's keeping company
with Virgilia's brother Billy.

We plan to be married.

Well then, please accept my apology...

and my deepest regret.

Isn't it the most beautiful little ring
you ever saw?

And when the sun shines, it's just...

I swear I've never seen anything
so beautiful.

Forbes, I thought you'd left.

And without saying goodbye to me.

I'm here to pay you my final respects...

and to escort you over to your husband.

James seems unable to escape
the attention of his political allies.

May I?

I wonder if your husband
would be gracious enough...

to let me escort you to your bedroom...

that is, if you felt a sudden headache
coming on real suddenly.

It would be rude of me
to desert our guests.

You once said that if you married James,
you'd still want me.

Does that hold true?

I never say anything I don't mean, Forbes.

There's something I want in return.

- Anything.
- It involves my sister and Billy Hazard.

That sure is a crime.

Brett wanting to marry that Yankee
when she can have me.

I might have married Billy
if it weren't for little sister.

And the fact that he caught you and me
in the cotton dock.

He never said anything about that, did he?

No, but it doesn't mean he won't.

James would divorce me quicker than
a snake's smile if he found out.

And kill you.

There's a way we can get rid of him,
and not have anything to worry about...

if you help me.

What is going on
in that devilish mind of yours?

You'll find out another time.

I refuse to talk business
on my wedding day.

No.

Are you all right?

Must you talk about it?
I'm so embarrassed.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

This being your first time and all,
it's only natural.

I had no idea it would be so discomfiting.

You'll learn to enjoy lovemaking,
I promise.

You're not disappointed
by my lack of experience, are you?

On the contrary,
I wouldn't have had it any other way.

I saved myself for you, James.

But you'll have to learn
to be gentle with me...

and let me grow accustomed to my duty
as your wife.

A little patience and understanding
is all I ask for.

I'll try to make it easier on you.

There's no rush now, James.

We have plenty of time for that.

We have our whole lives
ahead of us, James.

Yes, of course. But we won't have to wait
that long, will we?

Our whole lives, James, dear.
Remember that, now.

You go to sleep. Go on! Good night.

It's as if I weren't even married.

Having to move back here while James
is off having a gay time in New Orleans.

If James thought that I'd stay cooped up
in that miserable, empty house of his...

with no one to talk to but house slaves,
he was sadly mistaken.

- Orry, take me to New Orleans.
- What?

Out of the question.

Why? I want to spend some time
with my husband.

We didn't even have a proper honeymoon.

The Secessionist Movement is obviously
of greater importance to James.

It's important to both of us.
I happen to share his views!

Then you should realize the danger
of what your husband is advocating...

for South Carolina
and the rest of the states.

He's stoking a fire that will burn
out of control.

Maybe a raging fire's just what we need
to get people like you to join our fight.

What is it going to take
to make you understand...

that we need Northern industry
to survive?

A separation of states
will only mean the South's downfall.

What about slavery?
Are you willing to do away with it?

I hardly think so. It wouldn't look right.

You out there in the fields,
side by side with Mama and Brett.

You're right.
You do belong with your husband.

Then you're going to take me
to New Orleans?

No.

You'll just have to have to wait for him
at his plantation, not this one.

Let us not forget, my friends...

we fought the revolution against tyranny
to found this nation!

Will we let the Federal Government
dictate to the state of South Carolina?

No!

Will we let it dictate
to any sovereign state?

No!

No, my friends,
because states have rights!

Rights to which we are guaranteed
by the constitution of the United States!

If the Federal Government doesn't see fit
to recognize those rights...

I say we form our own country!

Wish that I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten.

Look away! Look away, Dixie Land!

In Dixie Land, where I was born in
Early on one frosty morning.

Look away! Look away, Dixie Land!

I wish I was in Dixie! Hooray!

In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie!

Away down South in Dixie!

Your speech tonight
was an unqualified success, James.

The crowd rose to their feet
so many times, I lost count.

I consider myself extremely fortunate
to have heard you express your views.

Our views, so eloquently.

Thank you, Maj. Bent.

I'm glad you share our sentiments,
and not those of Jefferson Davis.

Many of us in the military
abhor Davis' cowardly policies.

I will give him credit
for his past heroism.

Past is right. Now all he wants is peace.

As if there can be such a thing.

If the Union is dissolved...

and a new Southern nation
falls under Davis' leadership...

I'll have no place in either army.

As a Southerner, I could never bear arms
against my homeland.

But I could not support Jefferson Davis.

That would be a great loss to the South,
Maj. Bent.

So we must make sure that Mr. Davis
is never in a position...

to cost us the services of men like you.

Good evening, gentlemen.
I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

- Your ladies are worth it, Madam Conti.
- I like to think so.

Otille will be available
in half an hour or so.

Perhaps one of the other girls.

Otille is the only one worth waiting for...

as far as I'm concerned.

These gentlemen are my guests
this evening, Madam Conti.

Gentlemen, make your selection.

You'll excuse me, gentlemen,
but Mary Lou is so new in the field...

she doesn't know how to fend for herself.

And that's not good for my business.

You are a generous man, sir.

A man in my position
likes to take care of his friends.

Is this Orry Main?

Yes. Do you know him?

Very well.
We were at West Point together.

Later, he served under me
in the Mexican War.

In fact, he was decorated for bravery
under my command at Churubusco.

I take it this your wedding picture,
Mr. Huntoon?

I'm proud to say so.

My lovely wife there is Orry Main's sister.

She's beautiful, indeed.
You're a lucky man.

Who is this lady? I
recall seeing her before.

Madeline LaMotte,
a close friend of the family.

That's peculiar.
I don't recognize the name.

Only the face is familiar.

Such beauty would be hard to forget.

It'll come to me in time.

I'll remember that face.

For now, sir, my congratulations
on your beautiful bride.

Thank you, Major.

- Will it be Suzanne again?
- Yes. Thank you, ma'am.

Since I must wait for Otille, ma'am...

let's share a bottle of champagne
in your office.

I have a sudden desire
to see that room again.

Paul, bring the finest bottle of champagne.

You've always admired
that painting, Major.

Yes, I have.

Didn't you once tell me
she used to work for you?

She was even more beautiful than Otille.

And more expensive.

To you, ma'am.

Your love of beauty
is exceeded only by your love of money.

How true.

Whatever became of the woman?

She died quite a while ago.

She was very special to me.

I was lonely when she left.

But she loved him.

There was nothing I could do.

Who was it that she loved?

A customer...

with slightly less
exotic tastes than yours.

Why are you so curious?

Because the woman in that portrait...

reminds me...

of someone that I once loved and lost.

You and I share a most painful memory.

Please...

tell me about her.

His name was Nicholas Fabray.

He was respected. Very wealthy man.

When Laurette told me
he'd asked her to marry him...

I couldn't help but laugh.

I told her he didn't have to marry her
to sleep with her.

He'd already paid for that privilege.

But did they marry?

Yes.

They had a child, a little girl.

The birth was very hard.

She died soon after.

What happened to the child?

Fabray left town soon after Laurette died.

Took their daughter.

It was the best thing.

Too many people knew
what her mother was.

You mean, what she had been.

Was.

A one-quarter Negress. A quadroon.

Then the child has nigger blood in it.

Laurette was never that to me.

It is indeed a tragic story, madam.

A sorry ending to the woman
who inspired that beautiful painting.

Do you know where the child is today?

She must be a woman now.

I only hope she's kept her secret.

- If it ever got out...
- Certainly, it's safe with me, ma'am.

I assure you of that.

I'm sure Otille's ready for you now.

Billy's only got a short leave.

You don't suppose
we could miss each other, do you?

No, I don't, Brett.

We haven't even gotten to Belvedere yet.

We won't see Billy till we catch a train
to Philadelphia on our way back.

- I guess I'm a little anxious.
- No!

I do know how you feel.

I can hardly wait to give George his
first share of the profits from the mill.

It'll be wonderful to see George
and Constance again.

- Yes, it will.
- Thank you for letting me come along.

It is more pleasant
with a traveling companion...

as you so astutely pointed out back home.

Train's due in the station
in five minutes, folks.

Excuse me, sir.

We'll change trains when we arrive,
and we have a lot of luggage.

Could you possibly find a baggage man
for us in the depot?

Couldn't say.

Maybe you should've brought
some of your slaves to help you out.

I asked you a civil question.

I'll call the car porter.

What is wrong with these people?

We've run into nothing but his kind
since we started this trip.

Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?

You're speaking with a Southern accent.

We are in Maryland.
We haven't even left the South.

There are a lot of people here
more Yankee than Southern.

Everything is changed
since we visited the Hazards.

I can feel it.

We're not welcome here anymore.

And you still want to marry Billy?

Just as much as you want
to remain friends with George.

I want that, yes. But can I have it?

$80,000?

I can't believe it, Orry.

I can't wait until
Stanley hears about this.

He told me that mill
would be a cataclysmic disaster.

- Sort of like that train ride North.
- Will you relax?

You ran into some ignorant people
on the train.

You know we're not all like that.

Some of us are.

Which reminds me, my sister's here.

- Virgilia's home?
- Temporarily.

She only comes home
when she needs to. For money.

Thank you.

And supplies for the cause.

She looks like hell.

Is she still living in Philadelphia?

You mean, is she still married to Grady?

I think so, although she hasn't seen fit
to tell us.

It must be very difficult for you.

It was terrible for my mother.

I don't think she'll ever get over
Virgilia marrying a Negro.

You? What about you?

I could accept Virgilia's marriage...

if I understood her reasons for doing it.

Enough of that. How's Charles?

Is he still down in
Texas, fighting Indians?

No. Past history.
He has now crossed the Rio Grande...

and is chasing some Mexican bandit
named Cortina.

Thank God there's one person
in our two families...

that knows who he's fighting and why.

Excuse me, darling.

I'm sorry to interrupt you,
but I need a man's opinion.

- Do you like it?
- It's beautiful.

I should say,
you have never looked more lovely.

Thank you, Orry.
George bought it for me. It's from Paris.

I'm going to wear it at the night of
the first charity ball at Lehigh Station.

A Charles Worth original.

Now, you don't think it's a bit too Irish,
do you?

It's beautiful.

It looks absolutely lovely on you, dear.

Thank you. I mean, I know
it's a bit too grand for the occasion...

raising funds for a new schoolhouse,
but I don't care.

George bought it for me,
and you know I love it.

Virgilia, I warn you. Just this once,
keep your dreadful opinions to yourself.

- Get out of my way!
- You'll only upset them!

Virgilia, what a surprise.

Hello, Brett.

Hello, Orry.

I hadn't heard you were visiting.

No wonder.
I'm the best-kept secret in this family.

Do you know that George
tried to lock me away in the attic?

But I managed to escape.
I found this tiny window and crawled out.

Virgilia, please!

You'll all be happy to hear I'm leaving
in the morning for Chambersburg.

That's right.

To help in the work
of the great John Brown.

- Have you heard of him?
- Who hasn't?

He and his five sons
butchered slavery settlers in Kansas.

- He's nothing but a murderer.
- I expected you'd say something like that.

To slander anybody who dares
to do something about slavery.

You should never have allowed her
to stay.

You promised me.

Is planning massacres
the way you're going to help him?

John Brown's the new messiah.

And one day he'll lead your slaves
in a great revolution.

Any man who stands in our way
will die in blood and fire.

And you'll be the first!

We're leaving now. Come on, Brett.

No, Orry. Wait, please.

You are my flesh and blood,
but this time you've gone too far.

Now, I want you out of this house!

No, Mother! Let them go!
They won't listen to the truth.

That's one thing too much
for a Southerner to bear!

The truth?

You don't even know the meaning
of the word.

I'm sick and tired of taking the blame...

for every wrong that's ever been done
in the South!

And I will not stand here
to be lied to by some, filthy, twisted...

- Orry, that's enough.
- Crazy woman!

You and your black-breeding farms.

Where do you get such fantasies?

From yellow-back novels?

Does just thinking about it arouse you?

Is that why you married Grady?
To find out for yourself?

I told you to stop it.

You are an evil man.
And evil sees evil in everything.

But you and your kind are finished.

I warned you this day would come,
and it's here!

Shut up, and get back
to your nigger husband where you belong!

I think that apologies are in order.

This time, I will not accept them.

This time, you'll offer one to all of us.

You are taking her part in this?

I take issue with her words and her ways...

but my sister's on the right side.

Then we have nothing more to say
to each other.

You're right. We haven't.

Kindly have our luggage delivered
to the Manor House Hotel.

We'll be leaving for home in the morning.
Come on, Brett.

If I didn't know better, I could swear
he deliberately provoked Virgilia...

in order to embarrass our family.

Not another word, Isabel!
Not one more word!

I don't believe he did that.

How could he leave and not apologize
for what he said?

You both should have apologized,
as well as Virgilia...

especially Virgilia.

You're the one who insists we let her in
when she comes scratching at the door.

I feel so sorry for her, George.

None of her family seems able to accept
her marriage.

Are you sure it's a marriage,
and not just a political statement?

I think she really loves Grady...

like you love me.

I want to believe in that.

I know it's easier to blame Virgilia
for everything...

but it doesn't change the difference
between Orry's and my beliefs.

Come here, darling.

Orry Main is the best friend you have.

You've both jeopardized that friendship...

by quarreling over what's wrong
in this country.

And you know, it hasn't solved a thing.

I know that.
But my feelings are just as strong as his.

I'm not advocating Virgilia's
or John Brown's methods...

but I don't believe that a man
should be held in bondage...

simply because his skin is black.

Now, how can I oppose...

everything that Orry stands for...

and still be his friend?

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Wish me luck.

Orry...

I want to thank you
for letting Brett see me.

I know it wasn't something
you found easy to do.

She told you about what happened
at Belvedere?

That's between you and my brother,
not Brett and me.

- No, Billy, I disagree.
- We want to be married.

You can't withhold your consent
because of what happened with George.

No, of course not.

But I was and still am unsure
about your marriage...

for the very reasons
your brother and I disagreed on.

You expect us to wait until the problems
of this country are solved?

That might be a very wise decision.

And what if we decide to go ahead
and get married...

without your permission?

I don't believe my sister
will go against the wishes of her family.

But, of course, you're free to ask her.

Thank you. I intend to do just that.

Excuse me.

Come on.

It's all right. We'll work it out somehow.

- I'll write to you.
- All right.

Goodbye.

Board! All aboard, please.

Let's go.

Virgilia, what are you doing here?

- I'm going back where I belong, Billy.
- What?

All aboard!

It's my life.
I should be the one to decide, not you.

Now you're talking like Ashton.

If you intend to defy me,
you tell me straight out.

No, I won't do that.

At least not while there's still a chance
you might change your mind.

Make sure everybody gets off the train
at the second car!

Just stay where you are.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you'll have to get off the train.

Where are we?

We've been detoured.
We're at Harper's Ferry, miss.

Now, please hurry.
They've already shot one man.

Come on.

Step lively, now.

We're gonna make you slavers
dance to a different tune.

We're here to free the slaves in Virginia.

I demand to know
why we're being held like this.

One more move,
and you won't be traveling on, slaver.

Put down your gun.

We have no quarrel with these people.

- I take it you are the leader here, sir.
- I am, sir.

And I advise you to use
a more respectful tone...

when speaking to me and my men.

You have the honor
of addressing Capt. Smith...

Commander-in-Chief of the provisional
government of the United States.

These are members of my staff.

You talk as though we're at war, sir.

We most certainly are at war.

My men and I came all the way
from Kansas...

to make sure justice prevails...

and to ensure the freedom of Negroes
in the state.

- What will you do to us?
- We mean you no harm.

But the militia must be convinced
of our purpose...

to free the slaves of this state.

When they call for a truce...

then we'll negotiate for your release.

But I warn you...

if one move is made
against me and my men...

we shoot to kill.

- All right, slavers, into the station house.
- You heard the man.

- Move on, ladies.
- Step lively, now.

He's magnificent, isn't he?

- Virgilia.
- I was taking your advice, Mr. Main.

I was going back to my nigger husband...

but Grady found me first,
along with his brave soldiers.

Don't you see
you're in terrible danger here?

Stay where you are.

We've got orders to shoot anyone
who gives us trouble.

And surely you can guess
who issued those orders, Mr. Main.

He may call himself Capt. Smith,
but we know who he is, don't we?

We once talked about the man
who would save this country...

and I am so happy you have finally met
the great John Brown.

Grady, you have to get her
away from here.

Don't you know what's gonna happen?
Listen to me!

I don't wanna hear nothing from you!

So go on with the others...

before I kill you.

Put the gun down, Grady...

and get Virgilia out of here.

I don't take orders...

from trash like you.

Not anymore!

Thousands more, slaves...

just like I was, are gonna join us here.

The Captain says so.

Anybody try to stop us...

their blood will run in the streets.

That's right, blood is going to run.

Grady, don't you see?

You can't win. The blood will be yours!

Then, white man, I'll have yours first!

- No!
- Grady, no!

Leave him be.

- Priam.
- Yes, Mr. Orry.

You never expected to see me again,
did you?

Priam.

I belonged to his daddy.

But Mr. Orry here let me go free.

If it wasn't for him,
I'd be dead these 10 years.

You are with us now! You're a free man.
You don't owe him anything.

Freedom up North
just wasn't what I thought it would be.

Most folks don't treat Negroes no better.

I've come to the Captain
'cause I have nowhere to go.

I just got so sick and tired
of running and hiding.

I was just ready to fight like a man,
and die like one.

Captain!

I heard the militia's on its way.
Some of the townsfolk got guns, too.

Get these people back on the train.
We're moving out.

- What about hostages?
- We'll take them out of the town. Move!

We don't have much time.

All right, get those people
back on the train.

- Let's hurry now.
- Move!

Unhand me.

You've got to get back on the train.
There's no place for you.

- No, I'm not leaving you.
- It's too dangerous.

I love you! I want to be with you.

Virgilia, don't!

You've got to let me go.

- Get them logs out of there.
- We haven't got much time.

- Come on, let's go!
- Quick, to the town!

Do a little work.

Get up there.

Grady! Priam! You better make tracks.

The militia should be almost here.

You heard that.
You gotta hide. I'll be back for you later.

- No, I'll stay with you and fight.
- Virgilia, please.

Please, man, you've got to!

There's some of them renegades.

Ready, aim, fire.

Second squad, advance!

Ready, aim, fire!

First squad, advance!

I'll show you I can fight!

Ready, aim, fire!

Second squad, advance!

At least...

I was a free man for a time.

No, Grady, you're not going to die.

Always remember...

I love you.

No!

Murderers! You're all murderers!

- Come on.
- Don't you touch my husband!

I'll see you rot in hell first!

You think he's dead, don't you?

He's not dead.

He's free.

- Come on, missy, let's go.
- Come along, ma'am.

They never should've hung him.

'Cause while he lived, he was a lunatic.
Now they've turned him into a martyr.

Emerson's even calling him a saint.

I've had nightmares thinking
about that night at Harper's Ferry.

And yet, bad as it seemed...

I feel sorry for those men.

Sorry?

Brett, don't you understand
where he got the support for his raid?

From Northern abolitionists.
They gave him money to arm slaves.

The Marines found hundreds of guns
in his farmhouse where he stayed.

Weapons for the slaves
he thought would join him?

Yes. The South will stand
for a lot of things...

but not for Yankees giving Negroes guns
to murder white men.

Now even the Southerners...

who don't own slaves
will go against the North.

You're talking about a war...

between us...

and people that we love.

I'm afraid there may be no way
to stop it now.

How stupid!

John Brown's body lies
a-moldering in the grave.

But his soul goes marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His soul goes marching on.

He's gone to be a soldier
in the army of the Lord.

His soul goes marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Come on, let's go!

Hello, Virgilia.

Congressman Greene?

It's been a long time since that night
you made a speech in Philadelphia.

What do you want here?

I've come to take you out.
All the arrangements have been made.

I don't understand.

- You're free to go, my dear.
- No.

No. There was an insurrection
at Harper's Ferry.

I want to stand trial for my part in it.

As far as the world is concerned,
you had no part.

That isn't true.

Your enemies are not going to give you
the platform of a trial.

They realize now...

that it was a fatal error
to condemn and execute John Brown.

Virgilia, please.

They hear those voices outside
the window, too.

They don't want another martyr right now,
especially not a woman.

Virgilia.

You can't help the cause, or yourself...

by staying here.

Come with me.

Please.

How did you know where to find me?

You never knew me
by the name I use now.

I admit, you made it difficult.

I'd heard, some time ago,
that you'd taken residence...

with a former slave named Grady...

that you'd helped him escape
from South Carolina.

And then I lost track of you.

Most people did.

Then I read an account of the raid
on Harper's Ferry.

The name Garrison Grady
appeared on a list of the dead.

I wasn't sure if it was the same Grady.

That first name
is very unusual for a Negro.

He took his name from Garrison,
the great Boston abolitionist.

That thought occurred,
so I made some inquiries.

I asked about the woman
who was questioned...

but not held in Virginia.

And then I heard that a Mrs. Grady...

was being held here
in Washington, incommunicado.

And that's when I found you at the asylum.

They put me in there
so everyone would think I was crazy.

And are you?

What do you think?

I assumed you used the name Mrs. Grady
to spare your family embarrassment.

My family?

Those hypocrites?

No, my dear congressman.

Please...

call me Sam.

If you prefer Sam.

I didn't want my family to know
where I was.

Not to spare them embarrassment...

but to keep them...

especially my brother George,
from interfering.

I wanted my day in court.

I understand that.

But the reason for calling myself Mrs...

is because that's what I am...

and I'm proud of it.

Do you mean to say
that you actually married...

that is to say...

you and Grady took legal vows?

We loved each other.

He was a good, good man.

I'm sure he was.

And he died in a good cause,
a noble cause.

His death will be avenged.

Many people in the North
are already demanding it...

for all the heroes of Harper's Ferry.

I'm not one of those.

So why did you bother to get me out?

My dear Virgilia...

you may remember that some years ago
I expressed my...

interest in you.

I do.

When I gave my first speech, you were
kind enough to compliment me on it.

I complimented you
on more than your speech...

if you recall.

And I recall reminding you
of your marital status.

Has that changed?

No.

I'm as married as I ever was.

But I'm not asking you to forget that.

I'm glad you're not.

Sam, I may never get over Grady's death.

But if I ever do think about another man...

I would have to
think about another marriage.

Don't make your terms
too hard and fast, my dear.

Meaning what?

Meaning I've lost some value,
or bargaining position, by marrying Grady?

You know it's not that.

No, I mean that the man
you should be with...

ought to be a man who can best serve...

your needs.

He may prove to be married.

He may even prove to be me.

I never asked you for your help, sir.

But someday you might.

And I will be in a position to help you.

I'm rapidly becoming one of the most
powerful men in Congress...

and I generally get what I want.

I understand.

I'm grateful for the help
you gave me tonight.

Please don't bother to get up.

I prefer to leave on my own power.

And if I do ever need your help again...

I thank you for telling me
your terms in advance.

Put Abe in the White House!

- Abe's our man!
- Abraham Lincoln for president!

Vote for Lincoln!

You're thinking about Orry again,
aren't you?

You know, George,
I just can't believe the two of you.

Grown men, best friends...

and every time you argue, neither of you
can bring yourself to make it up.

George, the longer you wait,
the harder it'll become.

I know that, Constance.

Seeing this has made me think
of Mexico again.

My God, were we ever that young?
Look at this one, smiling.

Somebody tell me
what he's got to smile about?

He knows that Lincoln's
going to be elected.

And if he is, the next marching
that boy does will be off to war.

But you want Lincoln to be President,
don't you?

I'm all for a Republican victory...

but if he wins the election,
we lose the South.

They've made that very clear.

But we're against the South.
We've helped hundreds of slaves escape.

Yes, but everything that I do
is opposed to what Orry stands for.

That's what makes it so hard for me
to go to him.

And if we go to war, what's wrong
between us will never be made right.

Orry will be my enemy.

War is killing, Constance,
killing your enemies.

We shouldn't be thinking about killing.

You and I should be thinking about life,
especially today.

I got some very good news
from Dr. McLain today.

I was afraid to tell you.
We've had so many disappointments.

But this time, it's true?

We're going to have a baby in the spring.

I love you.

And I love you.

And that is what is going to get us all
through this.

After we do that,
we must continue to remind people...

that Gerritt Smith
was a supporter of John Brown.

Do you think that's wise, Mrs. Grady?

I just meant that committing himself
to an asylum after...

It was because he was afraid he might be
assassinated by a Southern slaver.

Don't you believe that Mr. Smith
will defeat that Illinois hypocrite?

Of course we do, Mrs. Grady.
Lincoln must be defeated.

- And Gerritt Smith is the man to do it.
- Lincoln is a coward!

He wants to allow slavery to continue
where it already exists!

That is against everything
that Grady died for.

I know, Mrs. Grady.
But Gerritt Smith won't forget it.

I won't let anyone forget.

We will finish what we began
at Harper's Ferry.

- Where have you been?
- I'm only a few minutes late.

Where's my tonic? Give it to me.

I'm supposed to measure it out.

Where's Maum Sally? She wouldn't have
kept me waiting. I need her.

Maum Sally?

She died, Miss Madeline.
Don't you remember?

Good for them.

Our boys are leaving West Point
right and left.

How long before the war?
What's your guess?

No more than a year.

I'm planning to raise
a personal regiment...

which I intend to offer to...

Evening, dear.

- Would you care for some refreshment?
- No, thank you.

I don't care for any.

Still a handsome woman.

A bit pale for my taste.

But the change in her disposition
is remarkable.

She seems so much calmer
the last year or so.

Yes. I'm a fortunate man.

Now tell me, what is the news?

What are they saying in Charleston?

What do you want?

I thought the house had fallen down.

Just give it time, Brett.

"A house divided...

"cannot stand."

Neither can I.

Didn't I tell you to stay out of here?

Orry, you can't avoid me forever.

You know what I want
to talk to you about.

I don't want to talk about Billy Hazard...

or any Hazard.

The entire subject is distasteful to me.

- And therefore closed.
- No!

I have been waiting
for a time when you would be sober...

and sympathetic,
the kind of brother you used to be.

Now I'm not sure if that will ever happen.
And I can't wait any longer!

I've had a letter from Billy.

He's coming here to Charleston.

What?

He's been assigned to Fort Moultrie.

He'll report to Sullivan's Island
in November.

- We can be married any time after that.
- I forbid it.

I want peace in this family,
and I want your approval...

but now, I'm not even sure that it matters!

You explain that.

I don't think you're qualified
to make my decisions anymore!

Or even your own.

George Hazard was the only real friend
you ever had.

And ever since you quarreled with him,
you've been mad at the world.

You shut yourself off, you drink alone,
you never smile!

I'm sorry for you, but I'm not
gonna let you ruin my life, too!

Then you intend to marry Billy Hazard...

and forget about your family?

Family?

Mother's on my side.

And Charles is still Billy's best friend,
even if he is off in Texas.

It's your blessing that I want.

If Lincoln is elected, we will soon be
going to war with the Yankees!

All of the Yankees!

If you want to marry one now,
you are a fool!

I'd rather be a fool than what you are!

Somebody who doesn't care!

I do care.

Then why can't you understand
what we feel?

Is it because you've never let yourself
be human enough to fall in love?

Whether I love...

or whether I do not love...

is none of your concern.

I pity you.

You're afraid to let a woman
mean something to you.

Brett, I'm sorry.

Maybe you are...

but it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter at all.

Mr. Orry.

Miss Brett, she's gone.
She's gone to Charleston.

- Charleston? In the middle of the night?
- Yes, sir.

Miss Brett, she took four trunks...

and Cuffey to drive her.

- Was she going to a hotel?
- No, sir.

She said she'd be with Miss Ashton.
I mean, Mrs. Huntoon.

Miss Brett said she don't know
when she's coming back.

Jed, clean this up
and get the windows open.

Buy a cockade for your bonnet.

Cockade here, sir, for
your bonnet or lapel!

There's the gorilla the Yankees want
to put in the White House!

Save your Southern way of life.
Buy a cockade for your bonnet or lapel.

Here he is. Here's gorilla Abe!

Good, you're up.

I am now.

Isn't this the sweetest hat you ever saw?

You see this here?
This is what makes it a Secession bonnet.

Isn't it sweet?

It's lovely, Ashton, except for the name.

I'm on my way out now,
but I'll have coffee sent up for you.

It's way past noon.
I won't be back for supper.

I guess we can talk tonight, then.

About Billy and the wedding.

Why, yes, I think we should.

Now, honey...

you're welcome to stay here
as long as you like...

as far as I'm concerned, but...

It's a good thing James is in Columbia
organizing a Secession convention.

Why's that?

So we have time to make up a story.

We can't tell James that you came here
just to marry Billy Hazard.

I think the last time
they saw each other...

Billy knocked James down
and called him a custard-faced son of a...

Something or other.

I'm sorry, Ashton.

Maybe I shouldn't have come to you.

You hush now.

James is an old custard face.

But don't you fret.
I'll handle him, and brother Orry, too.

Dear Ashton.

We'll think of some way
to make Billy feel welcome...

in spite of what some folks here say
about the Yankee vermin at Fort Moultrie.

Billy and I know what we face...

in both parts of the country.

But we love each other,
so we're not going to let it matter.

It's your life, little sister.

It's not just mine.

We hope our marriage is gonna
bring our families together again.

Ashton...

you don't still care for Billy, do you?

Fie! That was just a
silly little infatuation.

I have the marriage I need
to get where I'm going.

And we'll soon have you married, too.

But right now I've got to run.

I have never seen Charleston
so full of excitement.

I declare, I can hardly stand it myself.

It was all I could do
not to slap her silly face.

Imagine thinking of marrying that Yankee.

But, of course, I pretended to sympathize.

You did?

Naturally, so that I can have them both
where I want them...

when the time comes.

Time for what?

For getting even!

Forbes LaMotte, you haven't forgotten?

You promised that you'd help me
get even...

with Brett and Billy Hazard.

Now, you know that's the only reason
why I come here.

The only reason?

Maybe not the only reason.

You are a wonderful lover, Forbes.

Not like James.

Even if I wanted to sleep with James...

he's either too busy, or too tired,
or too far away.

I think he puts all he's got into politics.

Honey...

James Huntoon doesn't know
what he's got.

Or if he does,
he doesn't know what to do with it.

Let's not talk about him...

or Brett, or that Yankee, either.

Now, don't get previous.

I want to know
what you're prepared to do.

Can't you tell, darling?

I mean, about stopping Brett
from marrying Billy Hazard.

And from that Yankee telling James
about you and me in the cotton dock.

I've got no objection about killing Hazard.

Or any other Yankee, for that matter.

But if he's posted to that Yankee fort...

and that baboon Lincoln's elected,
there's going to be a war...

and the Yankees in the harbor
will be the first ones to die.

So what's the worry?

I don't like leaving something so personal
for some old war to take care of.

Of course, I could let him marry her,
and then kill him.

Then I'd have a wealthy widow...

and I'd be rich,
no matter how the war turns out.

Even after she passed you over for him?

Don't you have any pride, Forbes?

I guess not.

I'll leave the pride...

and the thinking up to you.

Just tell me what you
want, and I'll do it...

like always.

And if the Yankees want to elect Lincoln...

I say to hell with them!

We can govern ourselves in the South
better than some backwoods rail-splitter.

The Yankees want to free our slaves.

Let them come down here and try, by God!

We'll give them a Southern welcome
they won't ever forget.

- Lt. Hazard?
- At your service.

Lt. Mead, this is Lt. Snyder.

We're here to provide you
safe conduct to Fort Moultrie.

It's beginning to feel
like we're on foreign soil.

There are safer tours of duty
for Northern officers these days.

I didn't think it would be this bad.

This is what Secession really means,
my friends.

That we get to keep what's ours.

Our honor, our pride...

and our slaves!

We want our slaves!

Let the Yankees come down here!

If Abe Lincoln don't like it...

tell him to go back to Africa,
where he came from!

They're ready to fight,
and Lincoln's not elected yet.

- We're to hold the fort, no matter what.
- We'd better get back.

I was wondering if I might take
a short leave to visit my fiancée?

She's staying very near here,
on east battery.

I was actually on my way there,
since I arrived early.

Your fiancée is in Charleston?

- Yes, sir.
- Then you should send her home at once.

- This is her home.
- She's a Southern girl?

Yes, she is.

And we're to be married
the first chance we get.

That's another problem, Lieutenant.

As for seeing your fiancée now,
I'm afraid that's out of the question.