Manderlay
It was in the year of 1933,
heading southward
with their army of gangsters.
After leaving Dogville,
they had returned to Denver
only to find that the mice
had been well and truly playing
while the cat was away,
their former possessions.
The result was a particularly
unappealing retreat that had brought them
through the state of Alabama
this spring
in search of new hunting grounds.
Now, they will not admit it,
but it's a fact.
Deep down inside,
there isn't a woman alive
who doesn't nurture
these fantasies...
whether they involve harems,
being hunted through the jungle
by torch-bearing natives.
However much they go on and on
about civilization and democracy,
sexy it ain't.
Grace and her father
had resumed their legendary discord
even as they pulled out of Dogville,
and although Grace
had been employing the technique
one ear and out the other
for a pretty long time now,
she was, to be frank, somewhat weary
of her unbearably overweening daddy
who still believed any nagging woman
could be pacified
with a good old
bouquet of carnations.
I bet you wouldn't have had
the guts to talk like that
if Mother had been alive.
No. You're right, my girl.
I would not.
We're goins', boss.
Miss? Lady?
Can I talk to you?
Can I talk to you?
Miss?
They gonna whip him.
I knew they would.
It just ain't true;
he ain't stole nothin'
They put that Rhenish wine
from Mam's bedside table in his cabin
just to give 'em
something to whip him for.
That's the law...
one bottle and it's a whippin'
That's Mam's law.
What are you talking about?
Who? Who are they gonna whip?
Timothy.
Why?
That's how they do us slaves.
- Slaves?
- Yes, ma'am.
Surely you heard of slaves.
It's what we is at Manderlay.
This godforsaken place.
That's how I got out.
When a whippin's in the offin',
they take out a section of the fence.
Listen, Grace,
it's a local matter.
It's not for us to poke our noses in.
Why should we not
poke our noses in
- just because it's a local matter?
- It's certainly not our responsibility.
You think the Negroes
wanted to leave their homes in Africa?
Wasn't it us who brought them
to America?
We have done them
a great wrong.
It's our abuse that has
made them what they are.
Untie him.
Stop!
'Fraid not, lady.
Slavery was abolished
70 years ago.
If you won't obey that law
of your own accord,
we will compel you to do so.
Help me get her inside.
Get water for Mam.
Act quickly, Rose.
Spare me your hypocrisy.
You dumb old slave.
Get out!
Leave us alone.
If you're looking for sympathy,
don't expect any from me.
Listen...
I'm very old...
...unfortunately dying.
I should like to ask you
for a favor.
If it involves allowing you to go on
exploiting these people like slaves,
I'm sorry, I'll just have to say no,
Slavery's over now.
I can see that.
It had to come one day.
All right.
but you might as well ask.
There's a book
under my mattress.
I should like you to retrieve it...
...and burn it for me.
- It would be best for everyone.
- I'm sure you think so.
But it's my view that anything,
no matter what,
is best served by being
brought out into the open.
I beg you,
one woman to another.
Woman to woman...
makes no difference to me.
The sins of the past are sins
I cannot and do not wish to help you erase.
Now I must leave you.
I believe my father's men
have unlocked the gates.
Now everybody can come
and go as they please.
Please let everyone else know
on the plantation
that from now on, they can
all enjoy the same freedoms
as any other citizen
of this country.
The Constitution can be found
at any courthouse.
And here's a tip
for when you sue the family.
There's a weighty written evidence
concealed in this very room.
She's dead.
The old devil.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it, Missy.
No, no, if any of us
deserves an apology, it's not me.
I'm afraid.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
We've taken
all the family's weapons.
No.
I'm afraid of what will happen now.
I fear we ain't ready...
...for a completely new way of life.
At Manderlay,
we slaves took supper at 7:00.
When do people take supper
when they're free?
We don't know these things.
Free men eat when they're hungry.
Free women as well.
Considering the times
and the situation,
Grace's words
in the dead woman's room
on mealtimes for free citizens
might have seemed a trifle over-spirited.
We should not believe
that there lay any content in these words
for the wretched
and starving people of America.
Grace rejoined the gangsters
who had indeed
concluded their disarmament
of the plantation's
powers that had been,
though their findings
were meager...
the shotgun
and an old toy pistol.
All right, we can go.
Let's just wait a moment.
What are you waiting for?
For them to come and thank you?
Or for them to burn
on the ruins by the glow of the torchlight?
You are a bigot, Daddy,
and you always have been.
We owe these people.
We brought them here,
we abused them,
- we made them what they are.
- I admit I don't do deals with the Japs.
Can't trust 'em
when there's big money at stake.
But a bigot?
Well... why don't they come out?
That's exactly
what you said last time.
Last time?
Remember when you were six?
You thought it was so sad
that your beloved Tweety
was all shut up in a cage,
not to let him out.
Tweety was a proud little bird.
Well, his dignified exit
didn't do Tweety a hell of a lot of good.
We found him the next morning
underneath your window,
- frozen to death.
- I know!
He'd been bred as an indoor bird.
He really didn't have a chance.
And what do you think
How many generations do you think
those families made their homes
behind that fence?
I bet you most of them
have taken up employment
with the family, contracts and all.
Of course, now they'll get
a few dollars for their efforts,
but they'll soon drink that up,
and maybe they'll borrow a bit more
from their employers,
who have, no doubt,
opened a little store
full of colorful wares just for them.
And of course, they'll never
be able to pay back the money,
and they'll be trapped yet again.
What you did was all very noble,
my girl, but...
...when push comes to shove,
you've just made everything far worse,
just as you did with Tweety.
So all we can do...
...is hope there's no frost.
What you said about
contracts and loans...
- that's fraud.
- Fraud.
See, I've read...
...that...
- Yes?
...freed slaves are given
a mule and a plot of land
so that they can
establish themselves.
Yep, that's true.
But when it came down to it,
the fella who owned the mule and the land
had rather keep it all
for himself,
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