North and South, Book I (1985): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Shoulder arms.

One. Two.

Ready. One.

Two. Three.

Aim.

Fire.

Recover arms.

Shoulder arms.

One. Two.

Order arms.

One. Two.



Good, except for you, Mr Main.

That was a very poor performance.
Not your usual level at all.

I have to put you down for a
month's extra musket practise.

That is all, gentlemen. Dismissed.

I asked you a question, Mr Main.

Why did Napoleon charge the centre
of Wellington's line at Waterloo?

It was contrary to every rule of
warfare. It lost him the battle.

Yet a great general like
Napoleon did that, Mr Main. Why?

I don't know, sir.

Because, sir, he had tried
both flanks and was repulsed.

Napoleon had no choice but
to charge the centre.

Common sense, gentlemen. A
resource of all great commanders.

No, Mr Main, I am not
finished with you yet.

You are now in
Wellington's army...



commanding a regiment of eight
companies, in double rank...

at that same centre of the line.

You see 10,000 French cavalry
massing in front of you...

ready for an attack.
What do you do?

- Four-mile square, sir.
- Issue the proper command.

Form square.

Double column at half distance.

Battalion inwards, face, march.

Good, Mr Main. Now what?

Right wheel.

Congratulations, Mr Main.

You have just changed history.

With that move, you opened
Wellington's flanks...

to Napoleon's cavalry and
lost the battle of Waterloo.

What is the correct
command, Mr Hazard?

Right and left into
line. Wheel, march.

Fourth division, forward.
Forward guard, left.

Very good, Mr Hazard.

You may sit down.

You've been
sleepwalking ever since

you got back from Mont Royal.

I know who you're thinking about.

But it's impossible, she's
out of your reach now.

I can't forget about
Madeline just like that.

You don't have to forget her.

You just have to stop thinking
about her for a while.

How do you suggest I do that?

By a visit to a dear
old friend of mine.

A lady by the name of Alice Peet.

George told me you
do the laundry for

some of the officers and cadets.

I do lots of things for a lot
of the boys. Come on in.

That sweet George Hazard is a
particular friend of mine...

on a strictly cash basis.

I do hope he told you.

He told me...

Lord, you mean... You're a...

That's right, darling.

Don't you think we ought to
be getting down to business?

Let's just take things
one step at a time.

Why you are not eating,
Miss Madeline?

What good is it, keeping that?

Remembering.

I don't know. But I can't help it.

Sometimes...

Orry's face is...

so clear to me.

Get.

Nathaniel.

Get your black carcass over here.

This horse is lame.

What kind of man is he, anyway?

Perhaps that's why
I remember Orry.

To help me forget my
life here at Resolute.

Orry, I don't understand.
You didn't like Alice Peet?

Yes, I liked her very much.

- But I want more than that.
- So do I, eventually.

But Alice can make a man's
time here very pleasant.

She's sweet.

Madeline's a hundred times more

desirable to me
because I love her.

Until you've been in
love, you don't know

what it's like.
Nothing else matters.

Then you, sir, are
a romantic fool.

Squad, dismiss.

No, not you, Mr Fisk.

I have decided that you
need a drill, sir.

A very special drill, sir.

Now you dismount.

Fisk again. Ever since
the upperclassmen

made him ease up on us...

Bent has been all
over that poor boy.

He's got to take it
out on somebody.

So much the better if he happens
to be a friend of ours.

- What do you think he's up to?
- I don't know.

If we are late for class the
demerits will finish us.

- Fisk is not a very good rider.
- But at least he's on that grey.

She's the gentlest horse here.
Come on, we've got to go.

Follow me, sir.

You will stop, sir.

All right, Mr Fisk. Mount up, sir.

No, Mr Fisk.

You're going to ride this
course on a real mount: Satan.

Mount up, Fisk. What's
the matter, sir?

You have trouble
following orders...

like your friends, Mr
Main and Mr Hazard?

I said mount up, sir.

Get up there, Fisk.

Faster. Satan, faster.

Faster, Satan.

Go on.

Good boy, Satan.

We know it was Bent
who did this to you.

Why keep saying it
was an accident?

I was thrown. That's the truth.

For God's sake, Fisk. Why do
you keep covering up for him?

Fisk, I know this is
hard for you to hear.

But the doctor told us that
knee may never be any good.

Corporal Bent may have kept
you out of the Army...

Hush, George. He's scared
enough. That's it, isn't it?

You're afraid Bent
may do something

even worse if you press charges.

That's a very real danger,
gentlemen. Given Bent's mind.

I'm afraid it ties
our hands, as well.

- Well, what lit your fire, son?
- Justice.

One of the tactical officers
guessed what happened.

He's bringing Bent up in front
of a general court-martial...

for disciplinary excesses.

- Good for him.
- Who's the officer?

DeJong, Lieutenant Casimir DeJong.

Corporal Bent, I
will ask you again.

What do you know about
Cadet Fisk's injuries?

Lieutenant DeJong, sir, I heard
he was thrown from his horse.

That's all I know.

Corporal Bent, you
were seen leaving

the parade ground with Fisk.

You are bound by your honour as
cadet. So think about your answer.

How did Cadet Fisk
sustain his injuries?

I do not know, sir.

They believed Bent?

I don't think DeJong did.

But a cadet's honour is above

question. All charges
were dropped.

- Blast the man.
- You know Bent.

The court-martial is a blot on his

record. He'll take
that out on Fisk.

It's time we did something about
Bent before he kills somebody.

What can we do?

I just remembered something.

Lieutenant DeJong
thinks Alice Peet

does laundry for
him and nobody else.

Now, what if we were to
use that information...

to give Bent a little taste
of his own medicine?

What if he leaves too soon?

- He won't.
- Alice will keep him in there.

With the whole class
contributing, we

gave double of what
she usually gets.

This will be a day that Corporal
Bent will never forget.

You certainly have
a way with women.

Oh, my Lord, I got so
carried away, I forgot.

An officer comes to pick up his

laundry every Thursday
at this time.

In the name of decency,
sir, cover yourself.

Oh, sir, I'm so sorry.

- Shut your mouth, slut.
- That's enough, Bent.

Try and conduct yourself as a
gentleman, while you still can.

- Still can? Sir...
- You are on report, sir...

for more offences
than I can enumerate.

But be sure I will
enumerate them...

and they will lead
to your dismissal.

Sir, if you would just
let me explain...

The way you explained
Fisk's injuries with lies?

You be in the commandant's
office in 10 minutes, mister...

or we'll hunt you down.

You whore.

You stupid whore.

You get out.

George told me you were
crazy. Just get out.

George Hazard.

He and Mr Main planned
this, didn't they?

To get rid of me.

Didn't they?

Get out now or I'll get
rid of you myself.

I wanted to be the
one to tell you.

Be here.

See your faces when you
heard the good news.

I have been dismissed
from this academy.

That's right. Go ahead, you
all can laugh about it later.

No more Bent to give us trouble.

You two...

have conspired to rob me
of a military career.

A career I think I'm suited for
better than any man on this post.

Let me tell you this. I have
friends in high places.

And I, too, will one day
be highly placed...

very highly placed. You
can count on that.

And you be on your guard...

because I won't forget you two.

I won't forget you two ever.

That man is crazy.

That's why we'd
better believe him.

And be on our guard.

But for how long?

The rest of our lives?

Cadet Orry Main.

Cadet Orry Main, you are
recommended for the infantry.

I still can't believe
I made it through.

I wouldn't have if
it wasn't for you.

Hogwash.

No, it's true. I graduated
second from the bottom.

You pulled me up there
every inch of the way.

I sure didn't want to lose my bet.

Bet?

I almost forgot.

I've never been so happy to
lose a bet in my whole life.

Thank you.

- I want to thank you, George.
- Don't mention it. I mean that.

- George, Orry.
- Fisk, congratulations.

Well, how does it feel, soldiers?

Felt like somebody took 50 pounds
of battle gear off my back.

You rank near the
top. Congratulations.

That means the engineer corps.

No, I decided against
the engineers.

Why didn't you tell me you picked
the artillery? Good for you.

Unlike us poor sloggers who had
no choice but the infantry.

As a matter of fact, I
chose the infantry myself.

You didn't think I'd let you go
to Mexico without me, did you?

All right, you all,
come on, gather around.

Come on.

To our guests of honour...

Lieutenant George Hazard, and
our son, Lieutenant Orry Main.

We salute their graduation
from the military academy...

and we honour them as
they go to fight for

their country in the
war with Mexico.

We pray God keep both
of them safe in battle.

To George and Orry.

- Hear, hear.
- George, say something.

Come on.

Thank you very much.
You have been so kind.

Well, I guess the best thing
I ever did at West Point...

was to make a good friend
from South Carolina.

Lieutenant Hazard, you
handsome old thing.

Will you give me a
plate of barbecue?

You've already had three, Ashton.

- It's not my fault I forgot.
- A lady never forgets.

And what would you know about
that, Miss Emily Rosesmith?

Mother says a real lady never
eats anything in public.

I declare, you take my
senses away in that uniform.

No wonder I forgot.

You'd be mighty tempting if you
were about five years older.

Well, I will be in
about two more years.

Ashton, Brett, you come
here and take your nap.

Oh, fee.

Come on. Let's go.

My little sister.

That's Madeline, isn't it?

Come on. I want you to meet her.

Mr and Mrs LaMotte...

I would like you to meet
my friend, George Hazard.

It's a very great pleasure, madam.

And for me, Lieutenant.

I understand you are a
Yankee. From Pennsylvania?

Yes, I am. The Keystone State,
and a lovely one at that.

Let me stand you to a cigar and a
mint julep and tell you about it.

You'll excuse me, my dear. Main.

Yes, sir.

He's a very good friend, isn't he?

He's the best I'll ever have.

It's nearly killed me
being away from you.

Please, we mustn't say things
like that to each other.

- Why not? We feel them.
- There's nothing we can do.

You don't love him.
You are not his.

I can never be yours.

I have to go now, Orry.

It is good to see you again.

Wilmot's from Pennsylvania. You
ought to be ashamed of him.

Because he favoured
negotiating with Mexico?

That wasn't necessarily
cowardice, sir.

Congressman Wilmot has attached
a proviso to a bill...

outlawing slavery in newly
acquired territories.

Which got that bill
defeated in the Senate...

by your own John C. Calhoun.

Nonetheless, sir, it was an
insult to the entire South.

There's only one way
to redeem our honour.

Are you speaking of
secession, Justin?

I am.

- We should get right on with it.
- Now, that's going too far.

We've struggled too hard
to establish this country.

I'd hate to see it torn apart.

You know very well the South would

be better off as a
separate nation.

How can you say that, Justin?

I am a Southerner, born and bred.

I've heard men speak
of secession...

since I was a child.

And I think it would
be a tragic mistake.

Is that a fact, madam?

What if we were a
separate nation...

and the rice and cotton markets
went soft? It's happened before.

- That isn't the point.
- It's a matter of honour.

We need the North. We
have no factories...

no resources of our own.

We can't survive on speeches.

My dear, you forget yourself.

Nobody here in this company
cares what you have to say.

They're married, Orry.

He's an arrogant ass, but there's
nothing you can do about it.

- I'd like to horsewhip him.
- So would I, and he deserves it.

But it's not the
time or the place.

- Leaving now, sir?
- Get away from here, boy.

You had no right to drag me out
of there in front of everybody.

I had no right? You humiliated
me in front of my friends.

I expressed my own views. They
have nothing to do with you.

You're not entitled to
any views whatsoever...

except those that are
mine and mine alone.

Women with intellectual
pretensions

are not tolerated here.

Your father should
have taught you that.

- He taught me to think.
- That was his mistake.

Up North, women are preaching
for free niggers and free love.

We won't have that here.

You will know your place
and you will stay in it.

- Or you will suffer for it.
- I already have.

You think so?

If you ever speak out
and embarrass me

on any subject whatsoever,
ever again...

you will suffer as you have
never suffered before.

If you are so intelligent,
you will remember that.

Are you all right?

Thank you. Yes.

Don't worry. He won't see us.

I cannot stand to see
him treat you that way.

I'm fine, Orry. Fine.

I want you to meet me
tomorrow, just to talk.

What can we talk about?

All the things that will never be?

Madeline, please. There's an old
abandoned church near the marsh.

- All Saints Chapel.
- Yes.

I'll be there at noon and I'll
wait for you if you can get away.

I don't know.

Please, Madeline. I'm
leaving for Mexico.

This may be the last
chance we ever have.

Say yes.

I'll try.

Now let me go back.

Alone.

Semiramis, you stay away
from Salem Jones now.

- Priam, I ain't got no choice.
- You stay away.

Neither do you.

Semiramis, come here, honey.

Look at that dumb field hand.

Reckon I can have
some fun with him.

You look mighty thirsty, my
friend. Care for sip of corn?

- You ain't allowed to have that.
- That's right.

But all the white folks are
looking the other way.

I'm Mr LaMotte's driver. If
I say it's fine, it's fine.

Go on, have another one.

Sure go down easy.

You can have more, all you want,
but we better step out back.

Another drink.

- I want another drink.
- Of course you do.

I told you how to get it. Go
on, now, do just like I said.

- Where're you going, boy?
- What's wrong with him?

Get out my way.

Leave me alone.

I'm going to get me some more now.

I'm as good as any man here.
And I wants me another drink.

- Priam, my God, what happened?
- Priam, please, get out.

No, leave me alone.

Get to your cabin,
you'll regret this.

Sorry, sir. He done
got away from us.

Get to your cabin. What
kind of punishment is that?

I know what we would do
with him in Resolute.

You're right, Justin. Priam's
dishonoured this house.

Insulted my guests. Mr
Jones, get him out of here.

Make sure he receives
a proper punishment.

Yes, and just what
would that be, sir?

I'll leave that to you.

Yes, sir.

I guess I'll be leaving.

Justin, I'm terribly
sorry about all this.

What're they going to do to him?

You heard my father. He'll
receive the proper punishment.

You saw that look on
the overseer's face.

You got to put a stop to this.

This is my father's house and you
are his guest. Don't forget that.

Please. Please, Salem.

I beg you. No.

All right, I'm ready now.

Priam needed to be punished.

I would not punish an animal
that way and neither would you.

Don't give me any more
of your Yankee sermons.

I am not preaching. I'm
arguing against brutality.

But it's not your place.

Now be so good as
to leave me alone.

Hello.

Was it difficult for you?

No.

Justin went to
Charleston on business.

I have thought so often
about being with you.

Don't.

I love you.

- I had to tell you just once.
- You have to stop thinking that.

It's true, and you love me.

I came here today to tell you we
can never see each other again.

Why? Because of Justin.

You don't love him.

But I chose him.
He's my husband now.

If I leave him...

I go against everything
I was raised to be.

And so many people would be hurt.

And if you stay with him...

you'll be the only one hurt.
Is that what you think?

Perhaps God will
help him to change.

He doesn't want to change.

Look at me.

Now tell me that you never
want to see me again.

I do love you.

I do.

No.

I'm sorry. I am sorry.

I shouldn't have.

No. Don't apologise.

You see...

I want it as much as you do.

But if we were lovers,
you'd never be free.

- I don't care.
- I do.

I won't let you give up the
rest of your life for me.

Your future...

and your honour, and
that's what this would be.

And I won't be responsible for it.

Forget me, Orry.
It's the only way.

I just thought you
might want to know...

my mother's been to
the sick house twice

today and Priam's face is healing.

Your mother's very
conscientious about

caring for your slaves, isn't she?

Yes. I'm not sure
they could care for

themselves. They're like children.

They're not permitted
to be anything else.

You don't understand.

Priam shamed my father
in front of his guests.

Right, I don't
understand that and...

I don't understand how you could
stomach what they did to him.

That was wrong. And I
told my father so.

There's something wrong
with the whole system.

I am beginning to see what
Virgilia's talking about.

It's not up to you to change it.

We're sick and tired
of Yankees coming

here and telling us
how to run our lives.

Why don't you go back to Hazard
Iron and help your own workers?

- That is not the point.
- That is the point.

This is our way of life. It has
been for over a hundred years.

How would you like me coming
up to Lehigh Station...

with the intent of telling
you how to run your life?

Change the way
you've always lived?

But I mean this, George.

You and me...

We are good friends.

If we want to keep
that friendship...

there are certain things we
can never say to each other.

Certain things we can
never talk about.

- I guess you're right.
- I don't want...

We're supposed to be fighting
Mexicans, not each other.

No. Over there.

You assured me when
I arranged for your

appointment at the
military academy...

- that you'd ask for nothing more.
- I told you, sir...

that was before your
favour was undone

by enemies wishing to destroy me.

My country needs me in Mexico.

You could arrange a
field commission.

A commission? What reason could
I give after your dismissal?

You're a Southern
boy from Georgia.

I'm a senator from Ohio. I'm
not even supposed to know you.

But you do know me, sir...

even if the world is not
aware you're my father.

Is that why you came
here? To destroy me?

I could have done
that when my dear

foster mother first
told me the truth.

I never had any love from you.

I never knew who my real mother
was, except she wasn't your wife.

Didn't I see to it that you
were raised and cared for?

Raised, yes.

The Bent family cared
for nothing...

but the money you gave them
to keep me out of your sight.

I'm a family man in public office.

I paid dearly for
that one mistake.

Is that how you...

always think of me, sir?

As a mistake?

If I did arrange a commission...

- would you promise to-
- Leave you alone?

Of course, Father dear.
You needn't worry.

I wouldn't embarrass the
honourable Senator Edwards.

I may be a bastard,
but I'm not a fool.

I have great leadership abilities.

My instructors at
West Point compared

my tactical manoeuvres
to Napoleon's.

You should learn to curb your
enthusiasm for yourself.

I'll do that, sir.

And you take heart, Senator.

I might get killed
on the battlefield.

Company, regroup.
Stand your ground.

Company. Get away.

Fall into line.

George, over here.

I can't find my men...

Take cover behind that wall.

Company "D," fall into
line behind the wall.

Fall into line, men.

- Behind the wall.
- Hurry up.

Take cover.

Take your positions behind
the wall. Return the fire.

- I told you to stop.
- We've been ordered to retreat.

Company, on your feet.

Form a line now.

On your feet.

I heard the two of you were here.

This is the reunion I
promised you at West Point.

Lieutenant Main...

you take these men
and scout forward.

Bring me a report of enemy
strength at the bridge.

For God's sake, you
must be mad. You

send the squad down that road...

they'll be cut to bits.

That's right. And you'll
be right there with them.

Move or I'll shoot
you where you stand

for disobeying a direct order...

from a superior officer.

Now.

Let's move it.

Go now, men, move
quickly and stay down.

We can't stay here.
And we can't go back.

Just what Bent had in mind.

Orry, no.

Orry, get down. Come on.

Attack.

They're firing on their own men.

Orry.

- Get him ready.
- What are you going to do?

Take his leg, it's the
only way to save him.

- No.
- You want to handle this?

Sir, you take his
leg, it'll kill him.

I do 50, 60 amputations every
time there is a fighting.

Nearly half the men survive.

- Could I take a look?
- Certainly, sir.

Leg's no good. He'll never be able

to use it. If it
becomes infected...

If it becomes infected,
then we'll take it off.

Colonel Flynn, we got a
bad one over here, sir.

Get that dressed. Get
him out of here.

Orderly, we need
some help up here.

He's right here.

- Lieutenant Hazard.
- Pearson.

Haven't seen you since
Churubusco. How are you?

Fine.

But if you'll excuse me,
you don't look so good.

Just a little worried
about a friend of mine.

Well, this might cheer you up.

Major Waite's giving
a gala tonight

to celebrate the armistice.

- I don't think so.
- Sorry, Lieutenant.

All junior officers are
under orders to attend.

Come on. Might cheer you up.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir. I didn't
get a chance to thank you.

Back in the field hospital.

Yes, an amputation it was.

It would've been, sir, if
it hadn't been for you.

Yes, I remember. You
were very insistent.

I'm afraid you have the
advantage over me, Lieutenant.

First Lieutenant George
Hazard, 8th Infantry, sir.

Pleased to meet you.
And how's your friend?

- They say he's getting better.
- He will, son.

It just takes a long time,
you know. A wound like that.

You sound like you've
seen a lot of them.

Too many. And too many dead.

That's why I'm leaving the Army.

I should be back in Ireland
before the year is out.

I should never have left.

Thank you, Miss Constance.

I see you've noticed my Constance.

Yours, sir?

My daughter. Or couldn't you tell?

I hadn't realised, sir.

But it could be the best piece
of luck I've had in a long time.

Well, you could wait a while until
she gets a chance to break free.

Or you could give
us an introduction.

I think I could arrange something.

Why don't you follow
me, Lieutenant?

And be prepared to move fast.

Sorry about that.
I didn't see you.

It's a terrible waste
of whiskey, isn't it?

Here. Come let me get something
for the inside of you.

Excuse me. But I thought I was
dancing with Major Lafferty.

I'm afraid your father
and I changed his plans.

Did you, now?

Well, I happen to be the
one being danced with.

Are you sorry I cut in?

No, I didn't say that.

Miss Flynn, I think you're the
loveliest girl I've ever seen.

Do you, now?

I could dance with you forever.

Excuse me, Lieutenant. But
this is my dance, I believe.

Yes, sir.

Don't lose heart, lad.

Why don't you finish your
talk with Constance...

over dinner tomorrow
at my quarters?

Welcome, Lieutenant.
Come right in.

Good evening, sir.

Constance, would you look
who we've got here now?

Lieutenant Hazard.

I'm sorry, sir.

I could've sworn you
invited me for dinner.

Now, why didn't you tell
me he was coming, Pa?

Because I know how
you love surprises.

I didn't want you
telling me not to.

If this is an inconvenience I
can come back another time.

Nonsense, me boy.

We've got more boiled
beef than we can eat.

Isn't that so, Constance?
She's a lovely cook.

My father thinks he's very clever.

He doesn't want me feeling
obligated to go back to Ireland.

So he's trying to
find me a husband.

Speaking of that,
I've got to go to the

consulate to see
about me passport.

I thought you went
there yesterday.

Don't wait up for me.

I may stop at the
canteen for a wee dram

before I come back.
Enjoy your supper, lad.

Well, thank you, sir.

Are you really angry with him?

No.

I just feel overrun sometimes.

But then I always laugh.

Your laugh's one of the
beautiful things about you.

I hardly think I
know you well enough

for that kind of a compliment.

Could we remedy that, then?

Over dinner.

All right.

I wrote your parents, told
them you're going to be fine.

Thank you, George.

I've got something
else to tell you.

I'm in love, Orry.

Her name's Constance Flynn
and she's wonderful.

Now I know what you meant
about Madeline and you.

She's warm, she's
funny. She's beautiful.

She's a first class cook, too.

I think I've been looking
for her all my life.

And when I get up the courage, I'm
going to ask her to marry me.

That's wonderful, George.
I'm very happy for you.

At first I thought Pa was crazy
to go back to Ireland...

what with the famine and all.

But then, you know,
George, I realised

he was right about a few things.

What things?

Well, the killing
here is man-made.

They could stop it
if they wanted to.

But in Ireland, the people
have no choice about dying.

My father thinks they
need his help more.

Your father is a
fine man. I'm glad

I've had the chance to know him.

Constance, speaking of Ireland...

there's something I
want to ask you.

Yes, George?

Constance, I admire you more
than any woman I've ever met.

And I've grown to
care for you deeply

in the short time since we've met.

I think we've got a
lot in common...

and I know I could provide
for you and a family.

Why, George Hazard, is this
a proposal of marriage?

You know it is.

Constance Flynn, I love you.

Will you marry me?

George, we both know it
isn't that simple as that.

You mean because
you're a Catholic?

An Irish Catholic.

And my father is an abolitionist.

So is my sister. Even if my
family refuses to admit it.

They may refuse to admit they
have a daughter-in-law...

especially if she goes to mass and
speaks like one of the housemaids.

Whatever my family thinks, it
doesn't make any difference.

I love you. And I
want to marry you.

If you want to marry me.

Of course I do.

You know, I fell in love with you
during our very first dance.

Was it my face or the uniform?

It was the way you looked when
Major Lafferty cut in on us.

Like a little lost puppy dog.

Do you think this game Doubleday's
so taken with will catch on?

No. But at least it keeps
Abner from talking politics.

Thank God.

Sometimes it's like listening
to my sister, Virgilia.

- I got a letter from home today.
- How's your mother?

Better. But I don't
think she'll ever

really get over my father's death.

George, there's some things
people never recover from.

Anyway, the letter helped me
to decide something, Orry.

I'm resigning my commission.

Leave the Army?

Yes.

But you always wanted
to be a soldier.

I did. And I thought it was
all brass bands and glory.

But Churubusco opened
my eyes, Orry.

Nothing like a trip to hell to
show you what it's really like.

A good soldier should see
war as a profession.

All I see is a terrible waste.

So what are you going to do?

My mother didn't say
it in so many words...

but I think Stanley could use
some help running the foundry.

He's still head of
Hazard Iron, though.

I'll have to fit
in wherever I can.

But we'll be heroes to
the folks back home.

I hear we're being decorated for
conspicuous valour at Churubusco.

I'll take those medals and
force them down Bent's throat.

Amen to that.

You know, they tell
stories about him here.

In Monterey, they call
him Bent the Butcher.

They even say he shot some
of his own men in the back.

He would've done it
to us if he could've.

Somehow, Bent always comes
out on top, like scum.

He left me a souvenir this time.

Good as a wooden leg, but
it'll never get better.

It won't get any worse, either.

Thank you for those kind
words of comfort, George.

I'm sorry, Orry. But sometimes I

just don't know
what to say to you.

Then don't say anything.

I got to go, Orry. I want to tell
Constance about my decision.

I wish you'd think
about the good things.

- Think about going home.
- To what, George?

The woman I love is
married to somebody else.

The fruits of victory, Major?

What do you want, Hazard?
Your manner is offensive.

And what's more,
you're out of uniform.

I'm glad you noticed.

Or else I couldn't give you this.

Get up, Bent.

I always knew you were a coward.

If you ever cross me or my
friend Orry Main again...

I'll find you and I'll kill you...

just as sure as you crippled him.

It was nice of Pa
to leave us alone.

He really is a sweet
old dear sometimes.

You know, he said he'd
help us celebrate

later with real Irish whiskey.

What's the matter, George?
Can't you tell me?

I was thinking about Orry.

I want him to be best man
at our wedding, Constance.

Of course you do. He's
your dearest friend.

He's changed, though.

Since he was wounded.

I didn't get a chance to talk to
him before they shipped him home.

You mean to say you didn't ask
him to stand up with you?

No.

Somehow, it didn't seem
like the right time.

Well, then I think you should stop
at Mont Royal on your way home.

You see things very clearly.

I'm glad I fell in love with you.

So am I.

You know, Pa won't
be home for hours.

- We really shouldn't.
- And why not?

Aren't we almost married?

It's Orry.

Son, why didn't you let us
meet you at the station?

- Let me help you, son.
- Thank you, sir. I can do it.

Orry, you've got to see my new

afternoon dress.
It's got real lace.

Your favourite mare
foaled. And the filly

is the prettiest
thing you ever saw.

How are you, son?

I'd like your advice about
a baling machine I bought.

I'm pretty tired right now.

And hungry, too, after
your long journey.

Actually, I think I'd like to be
alone for a while if I could.

They're saying that Mr
Orry is not himself.

Semiramis told me he just stay in
his room, don't talk to nobody.

I heard he was badly wounded.

Wounds heal.

But he doesn't, child.

Maum Sally, I have to go to
him. I have to. He needs me.

That is the one thing
that you can never do.

Sorry I didn't give you more
warning about my visit.

I hope it's not inconvenient.

My company manners are a
little rusty, George.

I haven't been getting
out much lately.

You never used to drink
straight whiskey before.

People change.

It's not going to help
you feel any better.

- I think I'm the judge of that.
- Do you?

I don't think you got the
judgement of a mule right now.

All you can do is sit and
feel sorry for yourself.

If you came here to lecture
me, you can leave now.

Damn it, Orry.

The world has not
come to an end. You

got your whole life ahead of you.

- You don't understand.
- Yes, I do.

You think your life is over...

because you've been
hurt, and you've

lost the woman that you love.

You've got a lot left,
too. Like a family.

And friends who care about you.

But if you sit there,
and keep to yourself...

and keep pouring
whiskey on the hurt...

nobody's going to help you.

I know you're right.

I just don't know where to start.

You are going start
at Lehigh Station.

By being the best man at
my wedding to Constance.

I will be very proud to
stand up with you, George.

Keep on looking, Mr Jones.
See me after supper.

Yes, sir, Mr Main.

Good evening, George, Orry.

Looking for what?

One of our people seems to
have misplaced himself.

Though he'll likely
be home before dark.

Seems you have a bad
effect on him, George.

Starts acting up
whenever you're here.

Priam.

Priam.

Take this inside.

Clyta tells me you've run
away from Mont Royal.

I'm telling you to go back.

Yes, madam.

You don't mean to do that, do you?

I'm sorry, madam.

I just can't.

But the Main family
is good to you.

It ain't the family.

- It's Salem Jones.
- Yes, I've heard of him.

He's going to kill me.

I'd rather die running.

Why did you come to me?

Folks said you got about the
kindest heart around here.

And I just didn't know
nowhere else to go.

I told Priam maybe you could
help him, if anybody can.

This is all I can give you,
Priam. I wish it were more.

Thank you, madam.

No, don't thank me. Don't.

The day after tomorrow at 9:00, a
train will pass the flag stop.

Do you know where that is?

Yes, madam.

You stay out of sight
till then. Not

here. Somewhere
near the flag stop.

The train will slow down.

You be on it when it
speeds up, you hear?

Yes, madam.

It'll take you to Charleston. From
there you can make your way North.

God bless you, madam.

Good luck, Priam.

God bless you, too.

- What is it? They found Priam?
- Not yet.

But last night, he was
seen over at Resolute.

We could use your help.

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

Once more, Ezekial.

My nephew Forbes saw Priam
out his window last night.

Now who in this plantation
was helping him?

I don't know, Mr Justin.
I swear to God.

If I find out you're
lying to me, God

hisself won't be able to help you.

It's my fault.

Ain't nobody's fault. It's
just the way things are.

Whichever one of you knows
and isn't telling...

is whipping the rest
of you. Remember that.

You. Clyta.

You're next.

No, Mr Justin. No.

Clyta, my God.

I have to tell him.

It won't help Clyta none and
things just be worse for you.

Put these niggers back to work.

You heard Mr LaMotte.

- Tillet. Orry.
- Justin. Forbes.

I think your slave's gone.

Why don't you come up to the
house and have a drink?

We'll get our shotguns and
help you chase him down.

It's Orry.

You'll have to find
the right time.

But, please, give this
to Orry before he goes.

Please.

I had to see you. I thought
I'd die if I didn't.

I don't want you to
feel sorry for me.

I don't feel sorry for you.

I still love you. I just
wanted you to know that.

When I heard you'd been wounded
I went out of my mind...

wondering if you
were alive or dead.

I wasn't sure for a while.

But I know now. I'm
very much alive.

You took a terrible chance
coming here, didn't you?

It isn't important.

You remember...

a year ago...

you said there were things
you'd never let me give up?

Well, I can never...

never let you risk
yourself for me.

But I'm not afraid.

I'm afraid for you.

Well, then, this is all we have.