North and South, Book I (1985): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript

I declare, I wish I could
go out exactly like this.

Ashton, I've just had the
most wonderful news.

I beg your pardon.

Goodness, little sister...

you act as though people
were born with clothes on.

Ashton, I've had a message from
Billy. He got here three days ago.

He hasn't bothered to
get in touch till now?

Not very gallant.

I'm sure that he had good reason.
But that doesn't matter.

What's important is that
he's at Fort Moultrie...

and he'll be here in
Charleston this afternoon.



My, how grand.

- Oh, botheration.
- What's the matter?

It's just that I didn't
prepare James for Billy.

Don't worry. I'll
meet Billy outside.

James won't even have
to know he's here.

Of course, you know, I'd
love to see him, too...

but I have one of my
silly old meetings.

And I'm sure you two lovebirds
would rather be alone anyway.

So you give Billy my
special love, you hear?

I will.

And I'll fix it for
next time with James.

Now, you listen here,
little sister.

You be extra careful on
those streets today.

Both of you.



It's Election Day, and this
town is just bound to go crazy.

Especially if those
stupid Yanks put

that illiterate in
the White House.

Ash.

Brett, honey, I didn't mean
that Billy was a stupid Yank.

I know you didn't. And thank you.

We will be careful.

The Union is dead.

Get back up North where
you belong, blue belly.

I missed you.

I wrote to Charles weeks ago.

But I still haven't received
an answer, if he sent one.

I'm sure Charles
was delighted that

you asked him to be your best man.

Unless he's begun to think
I'm another no-good Yankee.

He's your friend, Billy.
He'd never think that.

I know.

Even if he chooses to
fight for the South.

I'd miss him very much
if he did choose that.

Very much.

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

I love him, Billy.

I really don't want to hurt him.

I was furious the night I left...

and I said a lot of things
that I'm sorry for now.

So we're back to waiting
for his permission?

No. Just hoping for his approval.

My family means as much to
me as yours does to you.

I know.

And it means more to Orry
than you can imagine.

We can't wait for your brother
to get his life in order.

We've got our own
lives to think about.

I don't know when I'm going to
get leave, but when I do...

I want us to get married
right away, understand?

You sound so angry, Billy.

I love you, Brett, but
we've waited long enough.

St. Michael's church bells.

It must be the last
election returns.

I'd like to see what's going on.

Would you feel uneasy walking
outside with a Yankee officer?

Not uneasy. Proud.

All right.

Listen, Billy. It's
The Marseillaise.

The song from the French
Revolution. Are they crazy?

It's the American
Revolution, Yank, of 1860.

Cannon fire.

It's the cadets at the
citadel. It's just a salute.

Excuse me.

They don't seem to be friendly.

Excuse me.

- Stay with me.
- Hello, Yank.

Stay behind me, Brett.

Just stay back, all right?

You ain't going to risk
firing into this crowd.

Don't try me. Look, I never
ran from a fight in my life.

Come on. Run.

Stay back.

Get him.

Come on.

I can't believe those
Yankees elected Lincoln.

He wasn't on the ballot in
10 of the Southern states.

Secession is a matter
of Southern honour.

You're damn right.
We must secede now.

Brett went right off to sleep.
She always was a scaredy-cat.

I'd never get the vapours
over something like that.

Maybe she learnt her lesson...

showing herself on the
street with a Yankee.

- I'd say she asked for it.
- I couldn't agree with you more.

But right now I want to hear all
about the special convention.

It's about to happen:
secession. What

I've been working
toward for so long.

And not just South Carolina.

When we secede, six other
states are about to follow.

Freedom, a new government,
and I'll be at the top.

So will you.

You're going to spill my
champagne. It's expensive.

Who cares? Soon you'll be able
to bathe in it if you like.

Miss Ashton?

A gentleman wants to meet
you at the front door.

Who is it?

I don't know, madam. He said he
got to talk to you about a job.

All right. It's probably
my dressmaker's husband.

I won't be more than a
moment, James dear.

Then I want you to tell me
everything about today.

I told you to come tomorrow.

I want my money for
going after the Yank.

My husband is home.
Come back tomorrow.

I can't help it if he got away,
missy. Pulled a gun, he did.

Somebody could've got killed.

Now, I still got to pay my boys.

You didn't kill him, and you
still expect to be paid?

Now.

You said $20 in gold.

You can't be too
careful these days.

Much obliged, missy.

- Ashton, who is it?
- No one important, dear.

Just someone wanting
something for nothing.

God above.

Is it really you, George?

Get the cinders out of my
hair and wash my face...

and maybe we'll both be sure.

Jed, get Mr Hazard's bags
up to the guest bedroom.

And make sure Semiramis
turns down the bed.

Why didn't you let me
know you were coming?

Because I didn't want
you to tell me not to.

I know I haven't written...

but I've been extremely
busy with the

harvest, and all this
political turmoil.

When I got off the train in

Charleston, it
reminded me of Mexico.

Only I felt more welcome there.

- How are things up North?
- Just the way they are down here.

There are some people up North...

who can't wait for South Carolina

to secede, so we
can all go to war.

But war fever's not
why I came down here.

Why then?

To try and save our friendship.

Now, hear me out, Orry. I thought
about apologising in writing...

but that's never
been good enough for

me, so I'm here to
say it face to face.

I'm sorry.

Please don't let a fanatic like my
sister, or the ones down here...

kill our feelings for each other.

- Have you heard from Virgilia?
- No, not since that night.

That's another matter.

I shouldn't have taken her part.

I lost my temper.

So did I.

Now you've put me
to shame, George.

God, I'm glad you came.

Now I can apologise.

I have missed you, George.

That's grand, George,
congratulations.

Thank you.

I always knew you'd be
a wonderful father.

- Next March, if all goes well.
- Of course it will.

I think so. Constance
is an amazing woman.

My brother Stanley and his
Isabel, on the other hand...

are enough to try the
patience of a saint.

It's a waste of time
to talk about them.

You haven't told me
anything about yourself.

Not much to say.

What about Madeline? Haven't
you been able to see her?

Madeline is not the
same woman, George.

She's always distant now...

and often ill, from what I hear.

No one I know has
seen her for months.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have brought it up.

There's nothing anyone can
do but change the subject.

We've talked about everybody else.

Now, what about Billy and Brett?

What about them?

They want to get married
here. Mont Royal.

What about this war fever, George?

Can't you see what they would
be up against if it happened?

Sure. I know the
obstacles. So do they.

But they're young.
They're in love.

They'll make it through.

Orry, you know what
it's like not to be

able to marry the
person that you love.

Yes, I do.

All right, George. I
still have my doubts.

But I will give Brett my
permission to marry Billy.

That's great.

Why don't we go to
Charleston together...

so we can tell them
both at the same time?

You mean it? You're
here to say yes?

Thank you.

I'm just sorry it took me so long.

Orry, thank you.

Thank you for your help.

- I'm sorry about our quarrel.
- Hush. It's all forgotten.

I can't wait to tell Ashton.

- Yes. Where is our sister?
- She went to see James.

Institute Hall? To
watch him speechify

with the other secessionists.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
spoil today.

Nothing could spoil
today. Nothing at all.

I'd like to propose a toast.

- To your undying happiness.
- Cheers.

- Mead.
- Hazard.

I've come from Major Anderson.

The garrison has been
placed on alert.

What?

They're expecting violence
if secession is announced.

You should know, sir. You're
obviously a Southerner.

Lieutenant Mead, this is my future
brother-in-law, Mr Orry Main...

and my fiancée, Miss Brett Main.

I believe you know my
brother, George Hazard.

You're to proceed with me
at once back to the Fort.

But he has leave.

All leaves are cancelled, miss.

I'll wait for you outside.

Lieutenant.

When will I see you again?

I don't know.

Bye.

- I love you, Billy.
- Take care of yourself.

Goodbye.

Well, I guess they've done it.

Secession.

You want to go outside, George...

and watch the South
celebrate its own funeral?

Wait, I'm going with you.

Brett, it might be dangerous.

I have a right, Orry.
It's my country, too.

Secession. We've done
it, and I was there.

"The Union existing
between South Carolina...

"and other states of United
States, is hereby dissolved."

You would do better to
congratulate your sister, Ashton.

She and Billy are to be married.

Can't celebrate that and
Secession at the same time.

Then damn the Union,
and damn your union.

Shut up.

You fools don't know
what you've done...

to yourselves, your
children, to all of us.

Southern rights.

Southern rights.

Forbes.

Madam Huntoon.

- Forbes, you're drunk as a skunk.
- Not yet, but I intend to be.

Now listen, Billy and Brett
are going to be married.

Orry finally gave his consent.

- When will this happen?
- We'll know soon enough.

The question is, what are
we going to do about it?

I think we should go
to bed and discuss it.

Well, come along then.

- Have you seen Ashton?
- She's around somewhere.

Is our celebration to
your taste, Mr Hazard?

What do you think, Huntoon?

George and I fought for the Union.

You people have
just torn it apart.

We have declared our
freedom to the world.

Of course we'll
have to protect it.

No foreign power can
maintain bases here.

That means all federal property,
including the Fort...

will have to be
surrendered immediately.

Our commissioners will settle that

before President
Buchanan leaves office.

What if old Buck doesn't
see it that way?

Then we'll deal with it our way.

And if I were you, sir, I'd keep
my mouth shut in Charleston.

Your Yankee accent is
more offensive than ever.

Brett dear, what do you think?

This will be the
Hazard branch of the

family when you and
Billy are married.

If we are ever married.

It's been almost two months
since Orry gave his consent.

I haven't seen Billy once,
not even on Christmas.

Your brother said
that Billy's garrison

left Fort Moultrie
over Christmas...

and moved to Fort Sumter.

They had to slip out secretly,
Mother, in the dead of night.

They burned Fort Moultrie's gun
carriages before they left.

The people of Charleston
were furious.

Now they want to starve
them out of Fort Sumter.

Perhaps they'll
just let them leave

the harbour and
sail back up North.

Orry says that Billy's
commander, Major Anderson...

swears to hold Fort
Sumter at any cost...

even though every
gun in Charleston

seems to be aimed right at them.

Brett, try not to lose faith.
President Davis doesn't want war.

He just wants the Confederacy
to be left alone.

- And maybe we will be.
- I am trying, Mother.

But I've almost given up
hope of ever marrying Billy.

I just pray that he'll be
sent to some safer place.

Even if it is far away from me.

I'm worried about your
cousin Charles, too.

Now that Texas has seceded...

I wonder, will he remain
loyal to the Union...

or will his blood call him home?

All officers and enlisted
men loyal to the North...

prepare to move out in 10 minutes.

Have you bedroll?

I just can't believe
it's come to this.

Neither can I.

I'm supposed to lead the Union
contingent to the Gulf.

Suddenly we're on different sides

because some politicians
say we are.

Well, I'm not choosing any
side. I'm staying right here.

Makes no sense, does it?

We've shed blood together, eaten
the same rotten food together.

We've been closer than brothers.

Now I'm supposed to look
at you and see an enemy.

I can't do that.

Take care of yourself, Charlie.

You, too. Or I'll have
your hide, soldier.

- I'll walk you out.
- Better let me go first.

Half the men have
already decided the

other half is capable of anything.

Move out, Yank.

Good riddance, you blue bellies.

We don't need you Yankees.

Corporal, I'll never forget
your saving my scalp...

when the Comanche had other ideas.

I'm grateful. Whatever
else changes, that won't.

Too bad, ain't it?

Because now I'm thinking I
should've let them have it.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Because any man who stays ain't
fit to wear the Army blue.

What was that, Corporal?

I said, if you stay,
you're a yellow traitor.

Don't let him get away with that.

No one calls me a traitor,
Corporal. Dismount.

Go to hell.

Let them fight it out.

Get that damn Yankee.

Pick him up and take him with you.

And I'll kill the next man
who calls me a traitor.

- What's that you're writing, sir?
- My resignation.

There's no regular
Army officer here left

to accept it. I'll
just leave it here.

I'm headed home.

What made you change your
mind, Lieutenant Main?

I don't know. Never
been much for reasons.

I'm just a hell raiser
and a horse soldier.

But I think the South's
got enough philosophers.

Maybe they're going to
need someone like me.

- Sir.
- Lieutenant.

Those are dispatches for General
Scott. I want you to carry them.

To Washington, sir?

I expect you'll be glad to get
off this island for a change.

I wouldn't want to be gone,
sir, in the event of hostility.

There will be no hostilities
that we initiate.

I refuse to go down in history as
the man who fired the first shot.

I'm advising General
Scott, that in my

estimation, we'll
need 20,000 men...

to penetrate the harbour defences
and reinforce this garrison.

You'll be carrying that, and
other confidential papers.

- Sir, I'll leave at once.
- I wish that you could.

First Captain. Hart will have to

obtain clearance
from the Governor.

I understand.

If he does get clearance,
you'll leave at dusk tomorrow.

Pack everything, Lieutenant.
You won't be coming back.

You're being transferred to
Washington, permanently.

But, sir, I...

Sir, I'm engaged to be
married, sir, to a local girl.

I think we're all aware
of that, Lieutenant.

How long would it
take? Is she nearby?

Near enough, sir, if I could
get a message to her.

Hart might get one delivered,
if you write it now.

Sir, does this mean that I...

You're on leave till
tomorrow night.

What you do in the meantime
is your business, Lieutenant.

But by 9:00 tomorrow, you will
be on a northbound train...

married or single.

Yes, sir.

Major Anderson, sir.

I'm going to enjoy
putting a bullet

between Billy Hazard's eyes.

I surely believe you will.

- Do you have the pistols?
- Yes.

But be careful how you load them.

We wouldn't want too much powder
in one of them, would we?

Preston, let me
refresh your drink.

Thank you, sir.

What time is Hazard planning
to marry the Main girl?

Noon, according to Ashton.

They knew better than
to invite us, huh?

A Southern girl
marrying Yankee trash.

Don't matter. We'll get to
go to the Yankee's funeral.

Ashton will send us
another message...

as soon as she finds out what
time their train leaves.

- Then we'll meet them halfway.
- Good.

And after that, there'll be
one less Yankee to fight.

Drink up, gentlemen. We have
plenty of time for another round.

"Whom God hath joined together...

"let no man put asunder."

Thank you.

My very best wishes, Brett.
I think you know I mean it.

Charles, you make a
great wedding present.

- Thought you were still in Texas.
- Thank God I'm not.

You and Brett. What
did I tell you?

Thank you.

I want to think this marriage will
keep our families together...

no matter what happens.

So do I.

Billy, congratulations. Too bad

George couldn't be
here to see you.

You make the most beautiful bride.

It's the dress.

It made me feel beautiful
when I wore it.

It almost broke my heart when
Ashton wanted hers made.

Well, I'm glad. That way, you
were able to give it to me.

Brett, honey.

You were so sweet to
invite me to your wedding.

Especially after the awful
way I behaved in Charleston.

You were very wrong, Ashton.

Very wrong.

I'm afraid I had a little touch of
the Secession fever that night.

But James and I just
insist on coming

to the flag stop
seeing you two off.

Thank you, Ashton, but
it's not necessary.

You hush now. We wouldn't
have it any other way.

What time does your train leave?

4:30, Mr Forbes.

I waited around back for Miss
Ashton, just like you told me.

She said, "Train going
to leave by 4:30."

You did just fine,
Clarence. Now go

get yourself some hot corn bread.

Thank you, sir.

- You earned it.
- Thank you.

4:30. We'd best get started.

- Wouldn't want to miss them.
- Good luck to you boys, now.

You're performing
a public service.

A fine comeuppance for those
Yankee-loving Mains, too.

Madeline?

What were you doing, my dear?

You were listening, weren't you?

I didn't mean to, Justin.

I misunderstood.

You're not sending your nephew...

to murder anyone, are you?

Madeline, you're sick.

You should be in your room.

- You need more of your medicine.
- No.

I said, go to your room.

- No, I'm going.
- You're not going anywhere.

- Let me pass.
- You're not leaving this house.

What are you staring at?

Get back into the kitchen,
or I'll skin your hide.

I'll kill you for that.

Elijah. Mr LaMotte's
been hurt. Help him.

Go.

Now, we'll see you
at the flag stop.

We'll see you there.

Be happy, my darling.

You can write to us, care of the
War Department, Washington.

Bye.

Take care, everybody.

All right.

Thank you, Homer.

Goodbye, everybody.

To Mr and Mrs William Hazard.

Oh, my God.

Lieutenant, horsemen coming.

Pull up. You hear
me, boy? Pull up.

Pull up.

Had to pay our respects. Madam.

You remember my friend,
Preston Smith?

And you, sir, must be the groom.

Lieutenant Hazard.

I'm Forbes LaMotte.

We've never met officially...

but I've had the
pleasure of your wife.

Knowing her, that
is, before you did.

Lieutenant, we best be getting on.
Don't want to miss that train.

Boy, you're not going anywhere
until I give you leave.

Homer, drive on.

You touch those reins,
boy, and there's

going to be blood
all over this road.

- Forbes, you're a fool.
- I declare, sweet.

I still have a
fondness for you, even

if you do talk like
a Charleston whore.

LaMotte, you trash.

Get off that horse. Get off.

Do you hear what I think I heard?

Did this Yankee pig
meat insult me?

That's right.

I do believe he did.

In that case...

I demand satisfaction.

Billy, don't. It's
what they came for.

In that case, I'll be
happy to oblige them.

Billy, please don't.

You ignorant darky, his
second stands over there.

Ready, gentlemen?

Turn and fire on the count of 10.

One, two, three...

four, five, six...

seven, eight...

nine...

Billy, wait.

Interfering son of a...

No.

You picked the wrong man for that.

Are you all right?

- Jackasses gave you a short load.
- What?

That's why the ball
only carried half way.

Madeline got to
Mont Royal and told

us how they plotted
this whole thing.

Thank you, Cousin Charles.

We'd better get you to
the train station fast.

Before Preston Smith rouses
the whole countryside.

Ashton, I still can't understand
why we drove halfway to Columbia.

I thought we were
seeing Brett off.

Don't be tiresome, James.

I just didn't feel like waiting
at some godforsaken flag stop.

Because you thought
Billy and Brett would

never get there,
didn't you, Ashton?

I don't know what you mean.

Well, I am sorry to
disappoint you, but

Billy and Brett were
on that train...

in spite of everything
you did to prevent it.

Now, look here, Orry,
what's this all about?

That is what your wife
is going to tell me.

You're hurting me.

I swear, you look just
like an old thundercloud.

It was your idea, wasn't it?

A nice legal way for
Forbes to murder Billy.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Ashton, you can't lie
your way out of this one.

You're frightening
me. What if Mother

heard you talk to me like that?

Stop it. It won't work.

Madeline heard Forbes
get the message

from you about what
time the train left.

You think I'll lower
myself to deny the

ravings of some sick-headed woman?

You shut your mouth, or I will.

Whether you deny it or
not, it doesn't matter.

You plotted with Forbes.

Who told you that? Not Forbes?

Forbes can't tell anybody
anything. He's dead, Ashton.

Thanks to your scheming.

Dead?

It was all your fault.

You and that Yankee scum
you call your friends.

I'm sorry that we didn't succeed,
because they all deserved to die.

You get out of here...

and you take your
husband with you.

You're no longer
part of this family.

Gladly, but you remember this:

My husband is part of
the new government.

And he'll make sure it knows
how to deal with traitors.

I don't know what happened to her.

I do.

It's happening all
over the country. Bad

apples taking over
the barrel, Orry.

I'm so ill.

You'll be better here. We'll
take good care of you.

And you'll never go back to him.

No, never.

I feel so weak.

What was he giving you?

A tonic.

He got it from his doctor.

It was some kind of drug.

So you'll probably feel a lot
worse before you're better.

But I'll be with you all the time.

That's all that matters.

Don't dismount till you
tell me what you want.

I want my wife, and you're
standing in my way.

I wouldn't do that.

What do you want, Smith?

You ask me that after that Yankee
murdered my friend Forbes?

Killed, after accepting
a challenge to a duel.

The rest of you stay where you
are. You may dismount, Justin.

My cousin Orry would like
to speak to you alone.

I've given Madeline sanctuary
here at Mont Royal.

Sanctuary? From her own husband?

You haven't been
one. You've beaten

her, locked her up, drugged her...

treated her worse than
an animal or a slave.

And you treat them worse
than any man I know.

- Now, you listen to me, Main...
- No, you listen.

If you ever try to take Madeline

back, you'll have
to kill me first.

If you ever set foot on
my property again, I

will take it that
you've come for that...

and I'll kill you on sight.

What will Justin do?

Nothing, if he wants to live.

I told you, you're
safe at Mont Royal.

You're going to get a divorce on
grounds of physical cruelty...

and then we're going
to be married.

I almost believe it.

It's as true as my love for you.

"In your hands, my dissatisfied
fellow-countrymen...

"and not in mine...

"is the momentous
issue of civil war.

"The Government will
not assail you.

"You can have no conflict without
being yourselves the aggressors.

"You have no oath registered in

heaven to destroy
the Government...

"while I shall have the most
solemn one to 'preserve...

"protect, and defend it. "'

I'm honoured that you
took my advice...

and left your pledge to recapture
all the federal forts...

out of your inaugural
address, Mr President.

You were right, Mr Seward...

in not wanting to alienate
the Southern unionists.

We can have no peace without them.

Are you sure, sir, that we cannot

offer more concessions
to the South?

They have their Fugitive
Slave law, do they not?

I have pledged I will
not interfere...

with states where slavery
presently exists.

Now, what more can you want?

They perceive your
vow to keep slavery

out of the new territories...

as an economic threat,
Mr President.

They fear it will not allow
for Southern expansion.

I believe...

it's time the South learnt
to compromise, also.

I intend to be President
of all the United States.

He looked at us.

I'm glad we came here
instead of going

to the Capitol to hear his speech.

- Yes.
- I think I'd rather just see him.

There he is.

- Don't you think he's impressive?
- Impressive?

The man is incompetent.

Jefferson Davis is his only
equal in that respect.

But that's to our advantage.

You said "to our advantage."

To our advantage how?

Neither the North nor the
South is prepared for war...

though they do nothing
but threaten it.

The war, when it comes,
will go on and on.

Neither side will know how to
fight it, or how to end it.

The longer it lasts,
the better it is...

for those of us who serve
no side but our own.

You're counting on a
blockade of Southern ports?

Very good, Burdetta.

If there's one thing I
learnt in the Army...

there's nothing like a
good war for making money.

What if there is no blockade?

Madam, you are talking
to a military genius.

A blockade of Southern
ports is inevitable.

Then your investment will make you

richer than your late
husband ever did.

Sometimes I think you love his
money more than you love me.

Well, I do love his money.

And I don't remember extending
the emotion to include you.

You must love me. I could hardly
mistake avarice for passion.

My dear, dear Burdetta...

if you didn't have the cash
to invest in my ship...

I'd be in bed with
someone else who did.

You're such a devil. I wonder how

wise I am to travel
South with you.

Well, once I've shed my uniform,
you would be unwise to trust me...

down there alone, with
your late husbands money.

You just suit yourself.

I do have friends who will be very

happy to see me
again in the South.

And I have enemies...

who will be surprised.

It's only a matter of time
before George is recommissioned.

I understand Lincoln
is looking for

West Point officers especially.

I don't suppose George is
looking forward to that.

But I am, and you should be, too.

George is a fool not to make all
the money he can from this war.

He said that would be
profiteering, Isabel.

Who cares what it's called...

as long as it gives
us the cash and

the power to get Hazard Iron back?

As soon as George leaves for the
Army, we'll take control again.

And we'll see where that leaves
your brother and his Irish slut.

- Careful.
- I am.

It's infernal that I have to
leave so early, especially now.

You can't help it.

Those government orders must be

stretching the foundry
to the limit.

You're right. You'd
think that Hazard

Iron was the North's
only manufacturer...

of cannons, shell
casings, and mortar.

It's a pity Mr Lincoln's
speech didn't clear the air.

There wasn't much of
a chance of that.

Now that he's been inaugurated,
it looks like war's more likely.

Now listen, if anything happens,
you let me know right away.

Dr McLain said it would
only be a couple of days.

You worry about the foundry,
me lad. We'll be fine.

Good morning.

Goodbye.

Sweet Jesus. Virgilia.

We'll be needing
someone else to help

get Miss Virgilia up to her room.

No. She can go to a hotel...

or she can go to a hospital...

or she can go to hell.

But she cannot stay here.

Do you think she would have come

here if she had
anywhere else to go?

And whose fault is
that, Constance?

No matter what she does, you
welcome her back with open arms...

in spite of the rest
of us, in spite

of the way George
may feel about it.

It's George I'm thinking of.

This poor creature is
her own worst enemy.

I see terrible tragedy for her.

And I'll tell you, I
will not have George

blaming himself when that happens.

Now she's got the Irish
gift of prophesy.

- We will not allow...
- Be quiet, Isabel.

Virgilia's my sister, too.

But she's your responsibility
while she's in this house.

Fine.

Mama.

What is it, darling? You've
hardly said a word all day.

I have to go away for a while.

But I've spoken to Charles. He's

going to postpone
his enlistment...

so he can stay with
you while I'm gone.

- To protect me from Justin?
- I don't trust him.

But he won't dare try
anything with Charles around.

Where are you going?

North. I have to see George
about our partnership.

North?

But if the war
starts, Pennsylvania

will be enemy territory.

I know.

But our new government
ordered all our

mills to start producing
war materials.

And George didn't
invest money in a

mill to have it used against him.

I know you want to repay George...

but where will you get the money?

I've mortgaged Mont Royal.

What?

I got Mother's
permission. She agrees

with me, it's a matter
of family pride.

Southern pride.

Your pride.

And I love you for it.

We are Southerners, and
we still have honour...

and nothing will take it from us.

So this is what
$500,000 looks like.

Kind of a shabby thing
to carry it in, though.

Exactly. The less attention
it attracts, the better.

Orry, this trip is too dangerous.

I still say you should let me go,
and you stay here with Madeline.

No, I owe George Hazard
a lot more than money.

It's my debt, I'll pay it.

There's another
reason, isn't there?

I want to see him again.

It may be the last
time I ever will.

Battery, load.

Ready, sir.

In, battery.

Feed.

Feed.

Point.

Steady.

Fire.

Attention to orders.

April 12, 1861.

At 4:30 a.m., on this date...

the United States garrison at
Fort Sumter was fired upon.

It is now under bombardment...

by artillery of the Confederate
States in rebellion.

Our nation has been attacked
without provocation...

and we are now at war.

May God preserve and protect...

the United States of America.

Amen.

Nothing to worry
about, folks. Just a

freight train
accidentally derailed.

We'll have the track cleared
shortly, and we'll be on our way.

How about old Beau,
just going to blast

those Yankees right
out of Fort Sumter?

It ain't going to be easy though.

Beauregard's a good general,
but Major Anderson's stubborn.

Sumter's fallen.

Just came over the
telegraph, Sumter's fallen.

You don't look pleased, sir.

Are you a Northern sympathiser?

My deepest sympathy is
for the South, sir.

Can't you write any faster?

That's telling them, Abe.

- Excuse me, sir.
- I beg your pardon.

What was that, mister?

I need to get through. I
have a train to catch.

We've got ourselves
a Southern gent.

What you got in the bag, Reb?

I advise you to let me pass.

Back off.

Excuse me, sir. My husband and
I are from South Carolina.

I made this for him. It shows
your support for the Union.

You can buy a real one when
you get where you're going.

Why, thank you,
madam, but you really

think we need that
kind of deception?

You wear it, for your own safety.

Thank you. Good day.

I don't know how you got through,
but it's great to see you.

- We're both so delighted, Orry.
- Thank you, Constance.

We've got a lot to catch up on.

Well, you two start without
me. I'll be right back.

We got your letter about Madeline.

I can't tell you how
happy the two of us

are that you're both
finally together.

I never thought it would happen,
it's like a miracle. She...

Virgilia.

She's home again?

Yes.

She's sick and destitute...

and Constance didn't have
the heart to turn her out.

I thought I'd show you
the best news of all.

Oh, no. Here she is.

She's beautiful.

You must be so proud.

You might say George was
proud when she was born.

Every male citizen of Lehigh
Station got a cigar...

and that even includes Thaddeus
Hunter, who's only six months old.

- What's her name?
- Hope.

Don't ask stupid questions.

Just get to Murphy's
Saloon as fast

as you can, and say
what I told you.

- Yes, madam.
- Hurry up.

This is why you risked your
life? To bring me money?

What do you mean? It's your money.

It belongs to you not the
Montgomery government.

You didn't invest it in the
South to have it confiscated.

You invested it because of me.

I don't know what to say.
I never expected that.

But then again, knowing
you, maybe I should have.

There's not a lot of honour
between people these days.

You're a crazy fool, but you've
got more than your share.

We hear you're a
Southern sympathiser.

They're here to take you.
And I sent for them.

- In the name of God, why?
- Because he's a traitor.

He's a Southern traitor. He
and his kind murdered Grady.

The militia killed Grady.

Justice will be done.
I hope they kill you.

- Give him to us.
- Send him out, Hazard.

You'd better give
him to us, Hazard.

There's a local freight
train, eastbound

at 11:00. I think
it would be best.

I'll be on it. I won't
endanger your family.

Virgilia's already done that.

- I'll slip out the back.
- Like hell you will.

They're probably back there
anyway. You leave this to me.

You people get back up to your
rooms, and stay there, please.

- Back in battle.
- Follow me.

Lynch him.

Let's lynch him.

Come on, then, it's
an old Army rule.

Man who gives the order
leads the charge.

Give him up, Hazard,
he's a Southerner.

This man is no traitor.

We were in the same
class at West Point.

He served under General Scott
in Mexico, at my side.

Now, I know most of you.
You're my neighbours.

But the first man
who moves against

my friend is the first man to die.

You back there, you
put that gun away.

We can take him.

Take him yourself. It ain't
worth getting killed over.

Hazard wouldn't protect
a Southern traitor.

- That was close.
- We're not out of the woods yet.

I'll feel a lot better
once you're on that train.

God go with you, Orry, until
we're all together again.

I hope we will be.

I know we will be.

- Be careful, please.
- Of course.

I'm going now, before
George gets back.

I'm sorry it had to
come to this, Virgilia.

It's the last time, Constance.

I'll never step foot
in this house again.

Don't say that.

This is your house much more
than it is mine, Virgilia.

You were born here.

But what you did tonight
was very wrong.

Orry's our friend, he had a right
to feel safe in this house.

I have no tolerance
of my enemies...

even when they come in
the shape of a friend.

I know that.

And more's the pity.

Virgilia, I know you've had a
hard time since Grady died.

Perhaps you've had
a difficult time

balancing things out in your mind.

I'll say this for you,
Constance. You tried.

Time and again, you tried
to keep me in this family.

And I thank you for that.

But it didn't work,
and it never will.

Don't say that, they're your
blood. Surely someday...

No, what's in my blood
isn't in theirs.

Do you know that I look at
my brothers and my mother...

and I can't believe that I was
ever a part of this family.

They don't know me at all.

They don't care about my
cause, or my struggle.

Yes, they'll pay it lip service.

But they won't sacrifice
anything for it.

They will not endure
cruelty or hardship.

I'm afraid those
things are coming,

for all of us on both sides.

Let them come.

Freedom has to be born
in blood and fire.

And only they can
wash away my sin.

I have sinned.

I married a man with black skin.

That's my sin in the
eyes of the world.

But, Constance, do you know
what my real guilt is?

That my love for
Grady destroyed him.

And I'll never forgive
myself for that.

You're not well yet.
Where will you go?

Washington, where the power is...

where there are men
committed to my cause.

Men with the power to strike,
and the power to punish.

That is God's power, Virgilia.

"Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord."

How will you live?

I have means.

Goodbye, Constance.

I believe these are
your things, Virgilia.

Now take them and go.

What are you going to do if the
South offers you a commission?

They already have.

A brigadier with their
new War Department.

I guess a bad leg is no
handicap at that rank.

- But I'm with Madeline now.
- Thank God for that.

I just hope I don't have
to leave Mont Royal.

Until she is divorced
and we're married,

I can't let her stay there alone.

I suppose you'll be
going to Washington

with Constance and the baby?

They've offered me a spot
on the general staff.

And I've got to give them an
answer, which I don't have yet.

But Stanley can run the foundry.

And Lincoln wants all the
academy men he can find.

So does Jeff Davis.

You know, years ago...

John Calhoun said that West Point
men would lead great armies.

He never thought they'd be
leading them against each other.

Well, if we have to
meet like that...

I'd rather we never met again.

Do you remember this?

Our $10 bet that I would
graduate from West Point.

That's right.

Maybe it brought us
some luck back then.

Why don't we keep each half...

and put it back together
when the war is over?

When the war is over.

Can you see anything we could
have done to stop all this?

I don't know.

I think we had a chance
somewhere along the line...

and we missed it.

Or threw it away.

What are we stopping for?

I'm George Hazard, of Hazard
Iron. I make those cannons.

Where you headed?

Washington. President
Lincoln thinks

the Rebs will attack the capital.

Why did you stop us?

Special passenger.

This man's on official business
for the War Department.

- Plenty of room in that one.
- Much obliged.

Orry, just a minute.

You might as well
wear the real thing.