North and South, Book II (1986): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

Excellent as usual, Mother. The
roast beef was done to perfection.

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

At least one of my boys
has enough to eat.

And with the Confederate Army
practically at our back door...

it may be the last
we'll get for a while.

Mother, there's nothing to worry

about. Our army is
bigger than theirs.

We'll drive the rebels
right into the Potomac.

I hear their ragtag army's
practically starving, anyhow...

- which is just what they deserve.
- Isabel, please.

Remember that your brother-in-law
is married to a Southern girl...



and that she is a
part of this family.

Of course, Mother.

I don't know why we're talking
about the war anyway.

I wanted to discuss
the ball with you.

I thought it was to be
a reception, Isabel.

A dress ball would be in very poor
taste during times like these.

Mother, Hazard Iron is doing
better than ever before.

Money is pouring in.

Why shouldn't we entertain our
friends and business associates?

These new friends and
associates of yours...

they are people we
know nothing about...

except that they seem to be
making a great deal of money.

Business is thriving
because of the

war, Mother. Everyone knows that.



Stanley and I have done
business with them...

some of whom are quite influential
in New York and Washington.

Where money makes
all the difference.

Now, it'll be a modest reception,
or it will not be held at all.

Very well.

I can still wear my emeralds.

I don't mean to keep
harping on this...

but it was very, very extravagant
of Stanley to buy those for you.

It was Stanley's way of saying
thank you for all the advice...

I have given him in
business matters.

Because of me, Hazard Iron has
more orders than it's ever had.

Isn't that right, my darling?

Well, if you'll excuse me, I have
some committee reports to read.

The War Department is prosecuting
those making excessive profits.

- If there is an investigation...
- There will be no investigation.

- We have nothing to worry about.
- How can you say that?

We sold inferior
cannons to the army.

Axol Iron sold those cannons.

If the war contract with Axol is
ever connected to Hazard Iron...

Everybody knows I'm
running that company.

Before the war, you had to have

George's approval
on every decision.

Most people will assume
that's still true.

And to make sure, I took
out some insurance for us.

Insurance? I don't understand.

I forged George's name
on all the contracts...

to make it appear
as though he signed

them before he left for the army.

That makes him
legally responsible.

Exactly.

So if the government investigates,
which they won't...

they'll prosecute
George instead of us.

Haven't I been right
about everything else?

Damn Yankees have
learnt how to fight.

Looks like our boys could
use a hand, Ambrose.

Forward.

No. Not here, men. Stop them.

Get back in the line.
Hold the line.

Hold the line, you men.

Check the line. Get in this line.

- Sergeant, don't be a damn fool.
- I'll do what I have to.

Aim below the smoke.

Fire low.

The colonel's drummer's down.
He needs you on the ridge.

- Report to him there.
- Yes, sir.

Shoulder arms. Another
quick charge. Double-time.

- Ready?
- Ready.

- Aim.
- Aim.

- Fire.
- Fire.

- Fire.
- Fire.

Aim below the smoke.

Those guns are down already. Let's
get them. South Carolina, go.

Attention. Company.

Tell McClellan not to let Bobby
Lee outfox them like he did Pope.

He knows how to serve in an army.

- March.
- March.

- Fire at will.
- Fire at will.

- Fire.
- Fire.

Ready.

Fire.

Fire.

Charles?

Get out, Billy, before
I have to kill you.

Before I have to kill you.

Fire.

- Fire.
- Fire.

- Come on.
- Fire.

Charge.

Turn the gun. Put
fire on the hill.

- Ready to fire.
- Fire.

Charge.

Fall back, men.

I came to say goodbye, Ambrose.

This wasn't a day for heroes, pal.

The bloodiest day of the war.

Nearly 25,000 killed, wounded,
or missing at Antietam Creek...

and more than half of them ours.

I wouldn't have thought it
possible, Mr President.

That we could slaughter
each other on such a scale?

Dear God...

The poor families of the dead.

McClellan calls it a masterpiece.

At least Lee has pulled out and
is retreating back to Virginia.

I promised myself that...

as soon as we drove them out of
Maryland, I'd call it a victory...

- and issue the proclamation.
- To free the slaves in the South?

It's always been the
right thing to do.

But, George...

I still need a hell-for-leather

general. We can't
go on this way...

savaging each other to make
more widows and orphans.

Your report makes Ulysses
Grant sound likely.

Yes, sir. I know him
well. He was two

years ahead of me at West Point.

He told Buckner at Fort Donelson
that he'd accept no terms...

but unconditional surrender.
When I heard that...

I knew I'd found a
man I could talk to.

There will be opposition to
him if you choose him, sir.

- Because he drinks?
- I don't believe it...

but he was rumoured to
have been drunk at Shiloh.

Yet he carried the day.

George, I'm going to watch him.

Grant may be the commander I need:

A man who can exploit the
Confederacy's weaknesses...

and force them to the wall.

There's a whole way of
life at stake here.

If it's God's will
that we prevail...

we won't just win a war...

we'll secure freedom
for all our people.

General Grant.

They tell me you're from
Washington, colonel.

I'm tired of them hounding me.

If I see fit to keep
my soldiers warm

by issuing two pairs
of long johns...

that is nobody's business
but mine or theirs.

Yes, sir. I'm not from the
inspector general's office.

President Lincoln asked that I
speak to you privately, sir.

- The president sent you?
- Yes, sir.

- What's your name?
- Hazard. George Hazard.

- Sit down.
- Thank you, sir.

Don't I know you, colonel?

Yes, sir. From West
Point. I was in

my second year when you graduated.

Of course. I remember now. You had
a darn fine record at the Point.

A lot of fine officers
came out of that class.

It's a shame we're
fighting each other now.

Not all of us will live to
see the end of it, either.

That's why I'm here, sir.

The president thinks
you're the man

to end the war sooner
by winning it.

Needs an admiral,
not a general. Only

our control of the Mississippi...

will shorten this war by cutting
them off from the west.

He doesn't want an
admiral, sir. He

wants a general
like Robert E. Lee.

I don't blame him. Lee's the
best soldier on either side.

I often wonder...

if he remembers me from Mexico.

I'm sure he knows
your name now, sir.

Excuse me, colonel. I forgot
to offer you some of this.

Go ahead.

Thank you, sir.

Apple cider, sir?

You know, I'm not near the drinker

some people would like to believe.

Maybe you should
know those rumours

have reached the ear
of the president.

He replied he'd like to know what
kind of whiskey you drank...

so he could buy some for
his other generals.

- He said that, did he?
- Yes, sir.

Tell the president... You tell
him that if he so chooses...

I'll fight Lee for him.

Can't promise him an easy
victory, but I'll fight him.

He'll be glad to hear that, sir.

General Grant...

if you take over,
I've been wanting a

field command for
a long time, sir.

I would be honoured
to serve under you.

Well, I'd be honoured
to have you, colonel.

Thank you, sir.

"That on the first day of January,
in the year of our Lord...

one thousand eight hundred
and sixty-three...

all persons held as slaves
within any state...

or designated part of a state...

the people whereof
shall then be in

rebellion against the
United States...

shall be then, thenceforward
and forever free...

and the executive government
of the United States...

including the military and
Naval authorities thereof...

will recognise and maintain
the freedom of said persons.

And I hereby enjoin upon the
people so declared to be free...

to abstain from all violence,

unless in necessary
self-defence...

and I recommend to them that
in all cases when allowed...

they labour faithfully
for reasonable wages.

And upon this act, sincerely

believed to be an
act of justice...

warranted by the Constitution
upon military necessity...

I invoke the considerate
judgement of mankind...

and the gracious favour
of almighty God."

Morning, Miss Brett.
Been a long while.

But you might be needing your old
overseer in these troubled times.

Congratulations, Mrs Main. I

understand you
married the general.

What have you done?

Dear God...

It's Jim.

- You killed him.
- Well, I run him to earth.

He tried to grab my gun when
I was bringing him back.

I had to shoot him.

How could you? He was just a boy.

Bullet's got a mind
of its own. Maybe

what happened is for the best.

You're not welcome
here. My son Orry

wanted no part of you. Nor do we.

You may change your tune when you

realise how much
you'll be needing me.

A few slaves around
Charleston run away...

when the grapevine told them about

that devil Lincoln's proclamation.

Let them see what we still do
to fugitives in the South.

Now, all I ask is a small
interest in this plantation.

You won't have to worry about
runaways, I can promise you.

I'll get more out
of these slaves...

Apparently, you didn't
hear my mother.

- Get off our land.
- Oh, my God.

Jim. You murderer.

- You murderer.
- No.

- Let me go.
- No.

I won't let you get killed.

You get out before I
take my own gun to you.

You'd side with an uppity wench?

Another year of war and you Mains
may not be so high and mighty.

Lots of changes gonna
be made around here.

Jim was like Semiramis'
younger brother.

She cared about him so much.

The other slave owners
have nothing but

scorn for Mr Lincoln's
proclamation.

They say he has no authority here.

But if another Jim
wants his freedom...

we can't stop him.

We have to keep this plantation
going. It's all we have.

I don't want to see such a
dreadful thing ever happen again.

If they decide to leave...

the only hope we have to protect
them is to give them passes...

- and let them go.
- That poor boy.

I can't believe what's happening.

Mama.

I think Madeline and I should pay
our respects to Jim's family.

Help them make it
through this time.

Miss Brett, Miss Madeline,
you all come in, please.

We wanted to pay our
respect to James' family.

We are deeply sorry, Liza.

We know what a comfort
and joy he was to you.

If there's anything we can do...

Pray for him.

We will.

And we thought you
ought to know...

we want you to stay with
us, because we need you.

But if anyone wants to leave us...

please, come to us, tell us...

and we can give you papers...

that might stop
another Salem Jones

from doing what he
did to our James.

That's all we wanted to say.

You think what I think?

If those black psalm
singers in there

had blood half as hot as mine...

we could march right on up to that
old house and make it our own.

But they ain't.

They gonna go right on:
"Yes, master, no, master."

Till the day they's
laid out on that

table like that damn
fool boy in there.

He wasn't no fool.

- He had a dream.
- He was a fool.

A fool that learnt a few
words in the Bible...

and thought he could go to freedom
armed with the Lord's might.

This is the only might that
the white man understands.

Cold steel.

You ready to go with me, gal?

We take a little midnight walk.

Join our kind over at the
Union base at Hilton Head.

I ain't gonna walk with you...

Don't you hear a word
I'm saying to you, gal?

I'm offering you freedom
if you come with me...

- I ain't gonna...
- Cuffey.

You don't know when
you ain't wanted.

Why don't you just
march out of here?

- Don't go, Ezra.
- You want something, boy?

No. Ain't there been
enough killing?

Cuffey, I wouldn't walk with you
if heaven was over the next hill.

You stay, then.

Keep waiting for your
white rooster Charles...

who's off fighting to
keep me and you slaves.

Maybe he'll let you
sleep in his bed.

Ain't nothing left here for me...

except maybe pay...

for all the pain...

sweat and blood these
folks done took from me.

I's glad you come out, Ezra.

I see him follow you.

I don't know how I'm gonna go
back in that house tonight.

Maybe I just ought to light out.

Been thinking about that myself.

Only trouble is, I wanna share
that new life with someone.

- Ezra...
- You was so close to freedom...

when you was in Washington.
Why you come back?

I got the note about
Miss Clarissa.

Or is it what Cuffey say?

Way you feel about Mr Charles.

I just come back because
I come back, that's all.

And I'm gonna stay...

for now.

That it, ain't it?

Mr Charles.

I wouldn't have thought
you'd be able to think...

of a white man after Salem Jones.

Don't ever say that
man name to me again.

Now I just wanna be alone.

I sorry, Semi. I just...

I don't want you to hurt no more.

That all.

General Lee has a lot of
hungry soldiers to feed.

And those Shenandoah farmers
sure do their part.

I can see why they call this "The
Breadbasket of the Confederacy."

Major Dupree...

you're to be commended...

on the way you kept your
supply trains on schedule.

Well, it's all your
blueprint, general.

All we had to do was carry it out.

I'd best get in the
saddle if I'm to

make it to Tennessee
by late tomorrow.

- Thank you for your dedication.
- Thank you, sir.

We all appreciate...

what you're doing for
the army, General Main.

Have a safe journey, now.

Gentlemen.

Federals.

Take line formation.

Fall back.

Fall back.

Retreat. Retreat.

Retreat.

Sergeant, see to the wounded.

- Take it those are Hooker's men?
- Yes, sir.

They've been laying low for us
all over this part of Virginia.

Sure glad you came back, general.

We'll be losing the
light in about an hour.

Why don't you and your aids
stay the night with us.

Thank you, major. We
might just do that.

You a married man, general?

Yes.

Recently, as a matter of fact.

Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

- Where's your wife?
- South Carolina, with my family.

Well, my Brenda...

is in Tennessee.

It's a little town
near Shelbyville.

I haven't seen her in
about two years now.

I got a little girl...

that I ain't ever seen, general.

Sometimes I wonder if I ever will.

You will, Josh. We all will.

Well, I guess that depends on
General Lee, now, doesn't it?

You really think he's gonna be
able to march into Pennsylvania?

He wants to drive east and
try to cut off Washington.

We need a major victory in
the North, and Lee knows it.

The trouble is...

Hooker's army has him
shadowed into Maryland.

Now Hooker's been
replaced by Meade,

and Meade's a much better soldier.

Looks like Lee's got his
work cut out for him.

We all have, major.

Sir...

you say you're gonna be
travelling through Tennessee?

Might you drop off some
letters to my Brenda?

I...

I wrote five of them.

You know how hard it is
to get the mail through.

Sure. It'd be my pleasure.

Thank you, general.

Sleep well, sir.

You too.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Caleb.

What is this? Where are you going?

Miss Brett said we could go if we
want to. We're leaving, Mr Orry.

But this is your home.

No, sir.

This was never our home.

I feel poorly, Miss
Clarissa, madam...

about leaving like this and all.

But leastwise you won't have
all these mouths to feed.

What will you do in Charleston?

Oh, there should be some
work there now, madam.

All the men gone
soldiering and all.

I should be able
to find something.

Well, until you do...

you'll need this to buy
food for the children.

Miss Clarissa, you
don't have to do this,

madam. You hardly
have enough as it is.

- We'll be fine.
- Thank you, madam.

God be with you, Joseph.

I'll never forget
Mont Royal, madam.

Goodbye.

Take care of yourself.

Gonna miss you all.

- Goodbye, sir.
- Joseph.

Orry.

Orry, oh, my love.

- Mama.
- Orry.

I know what you're feeling, Orry.

But why?

We couldn't keep
them against their

will, with so many
of them running off.

I just can't believe
it, even Joseph.

There's a chill in
the air tonight.

A few days ago, I dropped off some
letters for this major's family.

He hadn't seen nor heard
from them in over a year.

This war isn't what we expected.
It's just too much sacrifice.

It's changing us all.

I do know what a hurtful
day you've had.

I have been blind, Madeline...

expecting everything
to stay the same.

You've all had to face so much
more than I ever imagined.

You and Brett out in the fields...

And Mama...

Underneath that
Southern gentility...

your mother...

is a very strong woman.

Her world has fallen
apart almost overnight.

And that...

that look in her eye...

Orry...

she does have a right
to a little sadness.

I wish it would stop.

You are the gentlest
man I've ever known.

And the strongest.

Our family...

will survive because of the
strength we give one another.

Don't let go.

Don't let go.

That's my dearest
memory of you, Mama.

Your smile.

Orry, I was just
thinking about you.

What a rascal you were
when you were little.

Forever in the swamps...

hunting snakes with Joseph...

until your father made
you understand...

that a son who was
going to inherit the

finest plantation
in these parts...

must behave like a gentleman.

Mont Royal...

the way I remember.

It's beautiful.

That's what you used to
do to put me to sleep.

You were always there with
that smile that said:

"Orry Main...

you're destined to be my pride
and joy, and if I'm wrong...

and you turn out to be a
no-account, I'll love you anyway."

Mama...

you're the best that ever was.

We got to hold Lee
here at Round Top.

Take positions behind
those boulders...

and slow their skirmishes when
the rebels come up that hill.

Attention, company.

At ease, men. Any more
coffee, lieutenant?

- Yes, sir.
- George?

My God. What are you doing here?

- Oh, damn, I'm glad to see you.
- Good to see you, little brother.

Come on up to my campfire.

How are your boys holding out?

Heard the Rebs gave us
quite a licking today.

My troops are doing all right.

- How's the family?
- Oh, they're fine.

Our little daughter, Hope, just
celebrated another birthday.

I heard about your promotion
to general staff at 3rd Corps.

Yes.

Well, the president
finally interceded...

so I can let somebody else
worry about the lobbyists...

and profiteers for a change.

After you've been out
here a while, you

might decide Washington
isn't so bad.

It's been so frustrating...

watching our boys be pushed
around the map for so long.

I'd like to think I'm
a bigger help to

Sam Grant by being
here in the field.

Oh, we have missed you.

Have you heard from Brett?

Billy...

it's hard enough getting mail
through from the North...

much less the South.

When Constance and
I are separated...

I haven't seen Brett in two years.

Nobody thought the war would
last this long, Billy.

I know it'll work out.

Just hold on and do
the best you can.

Prepare to advance.

Charge.

Here they come.

"For I am now ready to be offered.

The time of my
departure is at hand.

I have fought a good fight.
I have finished my course.

I have kept the faith.
My forebears laid

up to me a crown
of righteousness."

March.

Infantry.

Fire at will.

- Fire number one.
- Fire, one.

- Fire number two.
- Fire, two.

Fire.

Forward. Drive them.

I don't know how to
say goodbye, Billy.

I will be back.

Lee's whipped.

All General Meade
has to do is stop

him from crossing the Potomac.

Lee will find a way to
keep this damn war going.

He'll lick his wounds and be back
at us in a couple of months.

Rudy, I can't stand the thought

that I might never
see Brett again.

Before anything
happens to me, I've

got to make sure she's all right.

- You're not thinking...
- I'm not thinking.

I've decided.

Billy, it's desertion.

Absence without leave.

Before there's another
battle, I'll be back.

Make sure and tell Tom that.

Good luck.

My God.

Lee has gotten away again.

General Meade felt his
troops were exhausted, sir.

He had reinforcements the
next day. Lee had none.

The torrential rain made it
difficult for the general.

And impossible for Lee.

He had his back to the
Potomac. He was trapped.

He was unable to get his
army back to Virginia.

Again, we had them in our grasp.

We had only to reach out our
hands, and they were ours.

But nothing, nothing
I could say or do...

would make General Meade move.

That, by God...

is all I want to hear today
about the army of the Potomac.

The victory at Gettysburg
seems so hollow now.

God knows...

I never wanted this conflict.

But I have sounded the trumpet...

and I can never call retreat.

We must endure this fiery trial.

We must go on.

Freeze.

Right where you are, son.

I'd hate to have to
blow your brains out.

Now slide that gun over here now.

Do it, boy.

Or you're a dead man.

Mighty far south for a
Yankee, aren't you?

Maybe, maybe you just got
tired of the army...

like I did?

Sure is a piece of luck for
me, though, running into you.

I told the Lord I could
sure use a horse...

and some new boots.

And look here how he's provided.

Now...

you be a good boy...

and you take off them
boots nice and slow...

and I might not kill you.

Go ahead.

Near brand-new, ain't they?

"Private Raymond.

23rd South Carolina infantry."

- You sure that's not too heavy?
- No. It's fine.

Glass of water.

Oh, Mother, you don't
have to do that.

Why don't you just work
on your needlepoint?

Mother...

what's wrong?

If you're gonna work
in the fields...

least I can do is
to keep this house.

As time goes on, Madeline will
need this smock in her condition.

I know, but I think you're trying
to do more than you should.

I am not an old woman.

- I can do my share.
- Mother, nobody...

You don't have to say. I can tell
by the way you all look at me.

- Mother, if it's the other day...
- It's every day.

You treat me like china to
protect me from the war.

This county has suffered
terrible losses at Gettysburg.

Some of those boys
were family, friends.

- And you never told me.
- We would have.

We just didn't want to upset you.

I have a right to know.

If anything ever happens to Orry,
Charles or Billy, I need to know.

And I want you girls to come to me

with your problems
like you used to.

Because I do needlepoint...

doesn't mean that's all I
care about, is the past.

Mother...

I'm sorry.

Those were wonderful years,
child, your growing up.

I wish with all my heart it
could be that way again...

but I know now...

those times are gone...

forever.

They can steal our food.

The army can strip our barn.

Our people can all leave.

And you girls can go and
live lives of your own...

but nobody...

nobody's going to take
away my memories.

Worked all morning to get these.

It ain't hardly enough for dinner.

Well, you can't make it rain.

Maybe we can put in another
crop near the river.

No. The season might last long
enough to make it worthwhile...

If we plant close
to the riverbank,

maybe we can get enough water...

to get to the seeds and make them

strong until they
can stand the sun.

It's a wonderful idea.
We should try it.

Now we have to go to
the cotton field.

No. You've done
enough for one day.

Miss Madeline shouldn't go
back out there no more.

I'm fine. The baby
isn't due for months.

I can still work hard.

I agree with Semiramis.

Why, in my day, ladies
rested most of the time...

waited on hand and foot.

- Mother, I can do...
- Oh, I know.

My day is over.

But that won't stop
my feeling of joy...

at a new generation being
born at Mont Royal.

I didn't think people could afford
carriages like that any more.

- Hello, Mother.
- Ashton.

I just missed you so much that I
had to come and lift your spirits.

Hello, Brett, I heard
you'd come home.

Ashton.

- Hello, Madeline, dear.
- Hello, Ashton.

Mother, I've brought
gifts for everyone.

Some real coffee for you and
the biggest ham you ever saw.

And, Brett, I brought you
material for a new dress.

Looks like you could use it.

In fact, the whole place
looks pretty run-down.

We'll be in the
fields until sundown.

Fields?

Well, what are you talking about?

We were able to plant two
acres of cotton this year.

Somebody has to weed it.

Of course they do. And
that's why we have slaves.

No, we don't.

They heard about
Lincoln's proclamation

and they left. We do the work now.

Mother, I want you
to see my new dress.

Can you believe Abe Lincoln
put darkies in the army?

James says it would
be a disgrace to

be wounded, let alone
killed, by one.

How would James know?
He's not fighting.

Semiramis, would you like
some of my delectable ham?

No, thank you, madam.

Isn't there any pleasant
news from Richmond?

Afraid not, Mother.

All everybody talks about is
getting revenge for Gettysburg...

and retaking Vicksburg.

Why, they say we'll kill 10
Yankees for every one of ours.

Mother, if everyone's finished,
I'll clear the table.

Thank you, Brett, dear.

I'm a little tired.
I'll rest for a while.

See you all in the parlour later.

Let me help you with these
glasses, Semiramis.

I can do it myself, Miss Ashton.

You work much too hard.

I do what has to be done.

I know that we've had
our differences...

but we do have one
thing in common:

We both care a great
deal about this family.

What do you mean?

Well, you like Miss
Madeline, don't you?

She a kind person.

Then you can help her. Maybe you
can answer some questions for me.

- Who is it?
- Madeline.

Ashton, I need to talk to you.

Why, I couldn't sleep because
I needed to talk to you too.

How could you have done
that to Semiramis?

Oh, I've been as sweet
as sugar to that darky.

She came to me. She is so upset
about your persistent snooping.

All I wanted to ask
about was what the

slaves talked about
before they left.

And I understand
that their grapevine

has already picked up rumours...

and gossip that started
from quality white people.

What are you trying to say?

It came to me like a bolt out of
the blue, from a man in Richmond.

Naturally, I wanted to see if the
story had reached Charleston yet.

What story?

I have some...

rather distressing news, Madeline.

Your mother was part Negro.

I know that you
probably told Orry,

and no doubt he said our family...

What is between Orry and me is
none of your business, Ashton.

But I'm sure he doesn't
know the whole truth.

Maybe even...

you don't know the whole truth.

Your mother...

sold herself to men for money.

You're lying.

This awful man had a portrait
that looked exactly like you...

so there's no doubt
about it. It hung in

a house of ill repute
in New Orleans.

Well, your mother, she...
Well, you know what I mean.

- But that was before your dad...
- I don't want to hear any more.

I don't blame you.
It must be upsetting

to know what your mother was.

Yes, it is, Ashton.

Now what worries me is Mother.

I think a family
scandal would just...

Ashton.

I love your mother.
I love this family.

- If I thought one...
- There's still time, Madeline.

Now, it's bound to come
out sooner or later.

I know you and Orry
wanted a baby...

but you never thought of how
that would affect our family...

if that baby turned out to be...

Well, let's just say, different.

Now if you were no longer
Orry Main's wife...

then you couldn't ruin
your baby's future...

or disgrace our family,
now, could you, Madeline?

You must hate me
very much, Ashton.

Yes, I do hate you
very much, Madeline.

Elkanah Bent was right.

Hatred is like wine.

It improves with age.

My love...

the easiest thing I ever
did was to love you...

and the hardest, to say goodbye.

We can no longer be together.

Please forgive me,
my dearest Orry.

I love you. Madeline.

You used me.

I haven't the faintest idea what
you're talking about, child.

Because of you,
Miss Madeline left.

If I were you, I wouldn't repeat
such a serious accusation...

or you're liable to find
yourself in big trouble.

Oh, Madeline left this for Orry.

Will you make sure that
he gets it, please?

You opened it?

I thought maybe she'd leave
a clue to where she's gone.

After all, I do care about her.

You don't care about
nobody but yourself.

Since I was a little girl, I
watched the way you treat people.

Like they wasn't even human...

property to serve your every need.

Mr Lincoln can sign all the
proclamations he wants.

But as far as I'm concerned,
you will always be a slave...

so I would watch my tongue
if I were you, missy.

Black or white, I
despise your kind...

especially the way you
treat your family.

You're gonna pay for
what you've done.

Someday, you're gonna know
what it is to be alone.

Leave.

It works, Ezra.

Come see, Semi.

You've done it, Ezra.
You've done it.

Wait till Miss Brett sees.

Wheel scoop up the water...

dump it in that deep sluice,
then the water come down.

I can see how smart it is.

Now, all we got to do is
plough that meadow...

and get it ready for planting.

And the seeds, they're
gonna live now...

and we're gonna beat
that sun because of you.

You're gonna make a good farmer.

You know how to do so many things.

We gonna lose the light soon.

I'm gonna go tell them
about your water wheel.

Semi.

I just wanna say...

I know how much Salem
Jones hurt you.

I told you not to ever say
that man name to me again.

You got a devil in your soul.
It's hurting real bad, Semi.

You got to let him out.

Stop running.

Stop it, Semi.

Talk to me.

Sometimes...

I wake at night...

and I think he be there.

What he did to me...

- I can't...
- It all right.

Just made me afraid...

to really love somebody.

Semi.

Ezra, you the kindest
man I know...

but I ain't sure...

that I'll ever be able to love.

I'm sorry.

- Semi.
- Ezra.

Over by that tree.

That Mr Billy.

- Mr Billy.
- Ezra.

Good to see you. When
you change side?

I'm just using the
uniform to stay alive.

- Billy.
- Been a long time, Semiramis.

Miss Brett gonna be
so happy to see you.

But you best be careful. Miss
Ashton's up at the house...

and there's a Confederate
camp down the road.

She's real friendly
with the colonel.

I won't endanger the family.

But I'm not about to let Miss

Ashton keep me from
seeing my wife.

Not after the hell
I've been through.

Come on. We're gonna hide you.

It just doesn't make any sense.

Something must have happened.

But why didn't Madeline come
to us, no matter what it was?

She knows how we care about her.

If she really cared
about you, Mother...

- she wouldn't have left.
- Ashton.

They were so happy together.

So many have lost loved ones.

Preston Wayne killed his best
friend. Now they're both gone.

Pres' son was just lost
at... Where was it, Brett?

Vicksburg, Mama.

With all these terrible
battles, I've forgotten.

This is ridiculous.
You shouldn't have to

live under such dismal
circumstances...

constantly being reminded
of things that are gone.

James and I would love it if
you came to live with us.

- That's sweet of you, but...
- You belong with people...

who can look after you properly.

We have a lovely townhouse...

and you'll be comfortable
there until after the war.

- But I just couldn't.
- Tell her, Brett.

Surely you can see how much
better it would be for her.

Ashton's right, Mama. You deserve

better after all
you've been through.

We can pack you a trunk and be
off by the end of the week.

I'm not so old that my daughters

have to tell me where
I should live.

- Mother, please.
- I know you mean well, my dear.

But this is my home.

This is where your father
brought me as a young bride.

You children were born
in that room upstairs.

It's not just memories.

I could never leave.

This house is my life.

Pardon me, madam, for
busting in like this.

But I thought you'd all
wanna know right away.

What is it, Semiramis?

Ezra water wheel.

It work. It work.

That's wonderful.
That's wonderful.

Brett, we can start on that
new patch at first light.

All right.

I need you to show
me the seed corn.

I'll only be a moment, Mother.

Seed corn?

Oh, Mother, I do wish
you'd reconsider.

Billy?

Billy?

It's so peaceful here.

It's hard to believe
the war is so close.

You know, when I was a little
girl, I used to come out here.

I used to play on this dock.

It's so beautiful.

But as much as I loved Mont Royal,

there was always
something missing.

Billy, don't go back.

Tom would get me by the scruff
of the neck if I didn't.

He's our drummer boy.
He's just a kid.

Got more guts than a sergeant.

There's something about him.
He's really a good kid.

You're gonna make a
wonderful father someday.

Billy?

It doesn't make sense any more.

It's supposed to be
all honour and glory.

But in battle, I was in the middle
of hell. Before I knew it...

there was Charles, on his horse.

It was like a dream.

Before I knew it, he was gone.

Was I supposed to kill him?

Who is the enemy?

It's a question I can't
answer any more.

I love you, Billy.

I don't wanna go back, Brett...

but I have to.

After all the killing
at Gettysburg, both

armies will be licking
their wounds.

It's time for me to get back
before the next engagement.

You're not leaving,
Billy Hazard...

without something better than
army hardtack for the trail.

Why, Lieutenant Hazard.

Have I the dishonour of
addressing a Union deserter?

Or is it a Confederate?

Either way, you'll be dead soon.

Isn't that the customary way of
disposing of military trash?

Ashton...

Perhaps each side
will execute you.

Now, wouldn't that be amusing.

Don't you think it's
time we made our peace?

There's a Confederate
camp down the road.

I'm sure Colonel Randolph
and his militia...

will take pleasure in
punishing a deserter.

- Ashton.
- Get off the horse.

Get out of my way, Brett.

Get off the horse.

Get over there.

You got to leave now.

I love you, Brett Hazard.
Never forget that.

Brett, what are you doing? Get
that thing out of my face.

You're a miserable,
frustrated woman, Ashton.

And I know you tried to have Billy

killed because you
couldn't have him.

Brett, don't be ridicu...

I won't let you do anything
more to hurt my husband.

Now, you're gonna stay right
here until Billy is long gone.

I do hope you have a
safe trip, Ashton.

Maybe you can stop at
that Confederate camp...

and charm the colonel into
giving you an escort.

And if I never see you
again, little sister...

it will be too soon.

These men have been in this
waggon all night. Doctor.

They're not supposed to
be left here unattended.

No, don't take him into
the surgical tent.

Amputees have priority. Take him
into one of the other tents.

There's too much vinegar.

The proportions are important if
it's to have any medicinal effect.

Next time, I want you to
make that like I told you.

You get back here.

Mrs Grady.

I want that man discharged. This

isn't the first time
he's defied me.

Maybe it's the way you treat him.

We have to make do with
less desirable sorts...

but I'll give him a warning.

He'd give the men slop if
he could get away with it.

I want you to get rid of him.

Need I remind you that
I'm the administrator...

and such decisions
are my province?

I just want the best possible
treatment for our wounded.

Including the Southern soldiers?

What do you mean?

I appreciate your
dedication, Mrs Grady...

but sometimes it seems one-sided.

Mrs Neal...

But I didn't come
to talk to you...

about that.

It's Dr Crawford.

He feels you don't show proper
respect when you address him.

I would show him proper respect...

if he would do the
same for his patients.

But he treats them like
slaughtered animals.

He drinks the whiskey
that's intended

for them when we run
out of morphine.

We are desperately
short of surgeons,

and under these conditions...

And he kills more than he saves.

I don't want your insubordination
reported to Miss Dix.

You're too good a
nurse, Mrs Grady.

You put the patients first,
and that's admirable.

But you must watch your manner.

Our position here is
difficult enough.

I only say this for your own good.

I appreciate your advice.

However, you being
an administrator...

can't always know what's
right in an emergency.

You didn't even hear what I said.

You will do as I suggest.

Please tend to the new arrivals.

And don't give morphine again...

unless a doctor
expressly orders it.

Mrs Neal.

Don't worry about running
short of morphine.

A new shipment arrived
this morning...

through the generosity of my
friend, Congressman Greene.

It's been far too
long, Madeline...

but you're as lovely as ever.

Thank you, Mr Colbert.

You...

You used to call me Uncle Miles
when you were a little girl.

There, now, that's the
smile I remember.

I heard you'd got married again.

I'm sorry I couldn't
be at the wedding.

I've left my husband.

Well, I'm very sorry to hear that.

I'm staying at a small boarding
house near St. Michael's.

But your house on
the Battery hasn't

been opened since
your father's death.

- You could live there.
- No.

For personal reasons...

I don't want anyone
to know where I am.

I see.

I need to talk to you
about Papa's estate.

I know he wasn't a wealthy
man when he died.

A run of poor
investments, I'm afraid.

But then, of course, there's
your late husband's money.

I don't want anything
that belonged to Justin.

Well, your father's
estate alone...

will be enough to provide
you with a small income.

I'll make the arrangements.

Thank you, Uncle Miles.

But there's one other thing.

When enough time has gone by,
my husband can divorce me...

for desertion.

That is his right.

I want you to give me your word...

that until that time, you won't

tell anyone I'm
here in Charleston.

Promise me.

You're my client, Madeline.

You're my client, and any
information is privileged...

but I do wish you'd reconsider.

You know, if there
was real love...

It's impossible.

I could never go
back to my husband.

Ever.