Band of Angels Page #5
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- 1957
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And then more ships,
until he had a whole fleet of them.
At first I was just a mate.
The skipper tried to beat me once.
Just once.
I took his ship
and I took his name, Hamish Bond.
That old seadog who came here tonight...
...brought it all back to me
like it was yesterday.
- Who are you then?
- Never mind what my name was.
You talk about freedom,
you think I've got freedom?
I got a past I'd like to forget
but I can't run away from it...
...no more than you can run away
from what you are.
Ma petite, we must pack.
We're going to the upriver plantation,
Pointe du Loup.
You'll like it up there away from the city.
We used to go there more often than now.
You mean you and...
But I was of no importance.
No real importance.
No woman ever was.
- What is it like at Pointe du Loup?
- Oh, it's beautiful up there.
But he sees no beauty...
...nothing but some secret trouble
which is always with him.
The Golden Fleece leaves at noon,
Michele.
See that the others are ready.
Send Dollie to help Manty with her packing.
Very well, monsieur.
Now, as I said, Manty...
...I don't think we can run away
from ourselves.
But everybody deserves a chance to try.
And I guess I'm the only one
who can give you your chance.
When I get off the boat
at Pointe du Loup...
...you'll continue all the way
upriver to Cincinnati.
You mean I'll be free?
As free as anyone can be...
...if you can make it to the North
before the South starts a shooting war.
The darn fools. They can't win.
Or maybe they can.
I guess down in my heart
I'll always be what I was.
Just a damn Yankee skipper.
All aboard.
We're going to the land of honey.
Cotton-picking bucks up there
baying at the moon, waiting for Dollie, gal.
- There they are.
- All Master Bond's people.
Well, this is the plantation.
All arrangements have been made for you.
Captain Simmons will take you to
my business representative in Cincinnati.
He'll see that you have comfortable
accommodations and ample funds.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Manty.
Listen, forget everything.
Everything that's happened.
Forget me.
Hamish!
Well, Manty. Well, I'll be darned.
Jimmee, bring her baggage!
Lord, there's gonna be trouble to come.
I done seen it in the tea cup.
I done dreamed of big trouble
at Pointe du Loup.
All stirred up by a half-white gal,
high-juiced and sweet-smelling.
I'm glad you came to Pointe du Loup.
Come on, I'll show you around
the old place.
That's all Pointe du Loup.
All the way to the river.
Five miles of fields and meadows
to the north...
...and 3000 acres of cane and cotton
to the south.
Oh, it's a grand place.
And just as beautiful as Michele told me.
They're having a juba-pat.
It gives them a good excuse
when I come home.
Home?
They say you have other plantations.
Lint stations, I call them.
But here at Pointe du Loup,
built in 1789...
...it's special. Sort of peaceful.
Far from memories.
They're never far away.
I didn't mean yours, I meant mine.
My father, Starrwood.
Did they ever exist, I wonder?
I think you better go inside now.
I'm expecting a visit
from a neighbor of mine.
Oh, I see.
It would be difficult to present
Miss Manty, wouldn't it?
Wait, Manty.
Manty.
You've got it backwards.
I don't think Charles de Marigny
is good enough to present to you.
- Who is he?
- Oh, he's a blue blood all right.
But I always figured it was better
to be a man than a gentleman.
My tread is as light as thistledown.
I get quite an intimate view of life
that way.
I heard about you in New Orleans.
One usually suffers a disillusionment
on facing the reality, but not this time.
It was a poverty of words
Monsieur seems to be using
a lot of words to discuss nothing.
Always lucky, aren't you?
If I'd been there, I'd have outbid you.
Get on with it, Charles,
what brings you here?
We've kicked the Yankees
out of Fort Sumter.
The war is on, Hamish.
The North will try to bleed us to ruination.
At my plantation, I'm threatened with a loss
of everything with all this freedom fever.
The runaways banding together,
raiding out of the swamps.
They plundered my stores
and run off my livestock.
You used the whip
and the hot iron too much.
Please, this is no time to be smug
about your own well-being.
I want you to use your influence
with my Negroes, Hamish.
They'll listen to you.
No.
I'd have to give them my own word
and I can't trust you to keep it.
I resent that.
I could call you to account for it.
Oh, yes, I know your ability
with a dueling pistol.
But don't bank on it with me.
I believe I'd rather beat you at something
that would really hurt you.
Your vanity, your pride and power.
Do you forbid me to see her, Hamish?
No.
I consider her free.
A guest in this house.
at your own risk.
Good day, Hamish.
Michele.
Pack a few things for me, please.
I'm going to Belle Helene plantation
for a few days.
Very well, monsieur.
Oh, Rau-Ru, it's good to see you.
We hear there's great trouble
in New Orleans.
Their days are numbered.
Farragut's gunboats are hammering them.
They're burning cotton on the wharfs
to keep the Yankees from getting it.
It's the beginning of the end for them.
Where's Monsieur Hamish?
He's been away for quite a while now.
Buying the Belle Helene plantation,
and drawing up plans...
...to make it a grand place again.
You're living in a fool's paradise
around here.
With the Northerners at the gates,
he still wants to live in grand style.
A palace for our little princess.
Isn't Pointe du Loup good enough for her?
I believe she's enjoying it here.
According to that snooping Dollie...
...Charles de Marigny
has been teaching her the minuet.
Charles de Marigny?
French poetry.
A gift, no doubt, from Monsieur Charles.
That perfumed peacock.
You deluded little coquette.
Don't you know his reputation?
Every slave he owns
is scarred by the whip.
People of our blood,
of your blood.
I don't want to hear about it.
Gives you a sense of power, doesn't it?
White men dancing attendance.
But it still isn't freedom.
Freedom's a white word.
And the fact is, you and I, aside from
being male and female, are exactly alike.
No identity beyond the confines
of Monsieur Hamish's protection.
I chose his protection.
And I'm content with it.
You're ungrateful.
He's raised you like a son.
Even broke the law to educate you
and you hate him.
I hate him for his kindness.
That's worse than the rawhide.
When a man uses a whip,
you know what there is to fight against.
But this kindness, it's a trap
that can hold you in bondage forever.
- It isn't bondage.
- It's the worst kind.
You keep trying
You keep building your hopes for marriage
with Monsieur Hamish or Charles...
...and you'll find your place
is with your own people.
Get out.
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