- Worst Italian food ever, huh? - Hm.
I guess we should've stuck with Southern cookin'.
I hear it's gonna rain tomorrow.
Yeah.
Well, thank you for a lovely evening.
Oh, would you mind...?
Porch light's out.
Could you just...
shine your headlights until I get inside?
Sure.
- Would you like to... - Good night.
Go out again?
Did your date with Rusty go last night?
Hm.
If you wanna know why you're not married yet...
Let me give you some advice, my dear Angie.
You have to let the gentleman walk you to the door.
How do you know?
Oh, honey, at my age, you pretty much know everything.
Even what you don't wanna know.
Besides,
the only time your porch light is out is when you're on a date.
Miss Claudia,
did anyone ever propose to you?
I mean, I know you've never been married, but...
Oh, heavens, yes. I had...
several suitors pop the question.
And you never said yes?
They were fine men who wanted to whisk me away to the big city.
You?
In the big city?
My heart's here in Georgia.
Good Southern men go faster
than fried chicken at a family reunion picnic.
If you find one,
grab hold and don't let him go.
Miss Claudia, you and I are a lot alike.
We never leave the South.
We can't.
Because it'll never leave us.
Oh!
I'm late for work!
Thank you for the lemonade.
Sorry.
Let me help you.
Tell his attorney we'll call back with a response,
but not to hold his breath.
A deal is out of the question.
Tell him to review the three-strike law.
Mornin', Angie. Looks like you've met Andrew here.
Uh, no, not yet.
- Andrew McGrath. - Angie Lawrence.
Andrew originally moved here from Atlanta.
- He's handling the Hatch case. - Oh!
A high-profile trial that was moved out of Randolph County.
Congratulations.
Thank you. It's been a whirlwind case so far.
Well, for now, you two will have to share the office.
You've got two desks,
but in the interest of client-attorney privacy,
I would recommend that you co-ordinate your schedules.
Yes, of course, Mr. Welling.
Call me Phillip.
Any word on Willie Jones?
I'm telling you, we're good to go.
He has learned his lesson.
Yeah, we'll see.
A repeat offender?
Will's got a rap sheet as long as my arm.
Well, I'll leave you two at it.
Welcome to Savannah.
Rest in peace, Aunt Claudia.
Where to?
Heretofore.
Here we are.
Miss Hannah, your aunt left you all the contents of her home,
as well as a 20,000 dollar savings bond
- she purchased last year. - What do you mean?
The contents?
Angie, she left you the house itself.
But why me?
She had hoped you'd live in the house as she did.
I kissed that woman's behind for 39 years!
So she could live in the house?
Ow!
She's not even related!
Well...
As Miss Claudia used to say,
"Pretty wrapping paper
looks just as good on a pound of manure
as it does on a sack of diamonds".
Excuse me?
Never mind.
Thank you.
I couldn't agree more, Miss Angie.
Enjoy your new home!
Angie, is that you?
Coming, Grandpa!
Look what we found behind the brick wall in the attic!
Been there a mighty long time.
What is it?
Looks like some old books and papers and stuff.
Grandpa likes to collect old stamps and letters.
If we find any in here, we could buy them from you?
Ten bucks for the whole darn thing.
Sold!
Are you sure there's nothing of value
in here you'd wanna keep?
What do I want with a bunch of cobweb-covered books and papers?
It's not as valuable as this.
You should have something personal of hers.
Thank you.
I gotta go.
Oh, oh. Good morning, Mr. McGrath.
- Could I get you anything? - No. No, thank you.
I've already had breakfast.
And call me Andrew, Miss Janice.
Oh.
Okay.
- Oh, hey. Good morning, Angie! - Good morning, Janice.
I got your usual coffee,
and your sprinkle doughnut is on your desk.
You're so good to me.
Oh.
Hello.
You found someone to fix the frame!
You bet I can get anything done in this town.
Oh, thank you.
Bye.
Cute pic.
- Is that your father? - Yeah.
- And I still have his truck. - Oh, yeah.
- A '65 classic, right? - Yeah.
Thank you, Janice.
I owe you lunch.
And I will be collectin'.
Oh, by the way,
I hate to hurry your coffee, but-
You have a client, waiting over at the jail.
Who's the detainee?
Juvenile shoplifter,
repeat offender,
an old friend of yours.
What is Willie being charged with now?
Mornin', Angie.
Guess you just heard about your boy?
Morning, Andrew. Got that jury seated yet?
Today is the day.
I hope.
Okay, how about...
one year probation, community service.
Is she kiddin'?
Not sure about this time, Angie.
Willie's eighteen.
He might be a slow learner, but he's an adult now.
Face it.
He's a wannabe gang-banger, who stole electronics.
What's next?
Armed robbery?
Headphones.
Those aren't even electronics. And there wasn't even a weapon.
Look-
I'm tired of seein' him, too.
But maybe he learned somethin'.
Sure. Like how to be a more efficient thief!
Okay, that was out of line.
What's your plan?
How about I go down to the jail,
I scare him about this going on his permanent record.
This is the last time, Angie.
Anything else, I'm gonna get tough on him.
I got a bad feeling about this kid.
Okay.
I hope you like what I've done with the place, Miss Claudia.
What are you doing up here?
I thought you were downstairs, boxing chocolates.
Oh, they kicked me out of there fast.
Why?
I kept pinching him to see what kind they were.
This is the fourth apartment I've been in.
Oh. I didn't do so well, either.
All right, girls, now this is your last chance.
If one piece of candy gets past you,
and into the packing room unwrapped,
you're fired!
Yes, Ma'am.
Dear Peanut,
I thought you might enjoy this.
I know how you love old letters,
and just my luck,
and I understand.
Love, Grandpa.
Okay.
My sweet angel,
It is late, and I'm writing this
with the lamp very dim,
in hopes my father does not find me.
I know in my heart that you, my child,
will be a boy.
I have already decided your name will be Andrew.
Please do not misunderstand,
because both your father and I
will be just as pleased with a daughter,
as we would a son.
Our love knows no boundary when it comes to acceptance.
We live in very uncertain times,
where you will likely face obstacles
I could never even dream of.
Just remember, that you were made of love,
a love so deep
that you should never be ashamed of who you are,
or how you came to be.
I'm writing this down so that
even if I am gone, when you are grown,
you will always know how very much
you were loved and wanted,
even before you took your first breath.
My name is Annabeth, and I am your mother.
But in order for you to know exactly where you came from,
I need to tell you about my mother, Emmaline.
Good afternoon, my sweet Emmaline.
We trust your travels were agreeable.
Good afternoon, Jackson.
Yes, it was a safe and pleasant journey.
I'm more than sure you're tired from the long journey.
Help her with her bags.
Ophelia, you'll be sleeping in the female quarters.
And I want to make perfectly clear
I do not intend to feed any extra mouths.
A baby will not be welcome.
Is that understood?
Yes, sir.
Well, I prefer Ophelia stay with me.
I could use the help.
I expect you to conduct yourself as a proper Southern wife,
and do as you are told.
I noticed you came in a little late this morning.
Yeah, I was up late, reading.
Must have been pretty interesting.
You're never late.
Grandpa found this old crate in the attic,
with papers dating back to the 1800s.
You know, that attic
is the original structure of that house.
I mean, it dates back to before the Civil War.
I guess some...
distant relative who was kin to the original owners,
- had it rebuilt in 1925. - Hm.
Meemaw said man's name was McGrath?
Like Andrew's last name.
Yeah.
Well, you know, lots of bucks in the South
had the same last name.
Anyway,
tell me more about those papers you found.
Did they tell you anything about the...
history of the house?
Yeah.
When I's first saw you,
I just thought you was the prettiest thing
I ever seen before.
Does you believe love first sight?
You should let me.
I likes to keep making you smile.
I's made you somethin'.
Necklace from wood.
You made this?
Yeah.
Carved all day with my lucky knife.
For's my lady.
Oh.
Is beautiful.
You better finish your work.
Laziness ain't no good round here.
I got somethin' to fix your stubborn pride.
Go. Go.
Will you's be's my wife?
Miss Emmaline done gave us a gift,
that used to belong to her great-grandma.
Miss Emmaline's great-grandmother's name
was Ophelia.
She named me after her.
This ring,
will symbo'ize our love.
I's promise
to gives you my heart,
my soul, forevermore.
May I find you
in my next life.
I's love you for eternity.
I's promise,
to give you all of me, all that I am, forevermore.
May I's find you in my next life.
I's love you for eternity.
Their love was so beautiful.
Yes. Yes, Mr. Jones is out on bail.
Yes.
No, I don't consider him a flight risk.
A thousand dollars is way too low, Mrs. Davis.
Andrew?
Your four o'clock's here.
Of course the prosecutor wants him
on a house arrest anklet.
But my client has not been found guilty or sentenced.
No, we have not reached a plea agreement.
Will you hand me the Davis file?
No, I-
No, not you. Let me call you back.
Your four o'clock's gettin' antsy.
I canceled my dinner.
I'm gonna go to a meeting instead.
I'm just gonna take this home,
give you privacy with your client.
Thank you.
Yes, I'm still here.
I'm closin' shop!
You need anything?
No, thanks, Miss Janice.
Didn't know you're still here.
Oh, I had to clean up my desk.
When a gal can't find a hairpin amongst the pens,
it's time to clean house.
- Well, you have a good evening. - Yeah, you too.
Miss Janice?
Sorry.
Isn't Angie due in court tomorrow morning?
On the Jones case?
Eight a.m. sharp.
You know where she lives?
'Cause I bet she's looking for this right about now.
You head straight down Main Street,
you hook a left on Third,
and it is the largest antebellum this side of Savannah.
You can't miss it.
Thank you.
It's just me and you now, bitch.
White trash lawyer.
You said you can get me off, for good.
Huh?
Now I gotta go to jail.
You's and me goin' have some fun first.
Hold on, Angie.
You gonna be okay.
I promise.
Peanut! You gave me quite a scare.
That's not a smart move, given my age.
Hi, Grandpa.
- I'm fine. - No, you're not!
And I'm not just talking' about the bruises.
I'm just gonna sit here quietly
until you're ready to talk about it.
I'm fine, Grandpa.
I promise.
It's just...
What, dear?
If I had a man in the house, then maybe the-
Oh, bull! That fine young man
from your office handled it, didn't he?
You can't bring him back, Angie.
Your daddy's dead, sweetheart.
This isn't about you havin' a man around.
It's about you lettin' things bother you
that you can't change.
You don't know anything about bein' lonely.
You had Grandma forever.
Don't go down that road, Peanut.
You'll never find any peace.
I see you've found something worthwhile to read
in that crate we found.
I still remember when we were little.
We used to spend hours
daydreamin' about our weddin' day.
Now you must tell me everything.
Our only witness
was God's ears,
a million stars,
and a brilliant white moon.
Ah.
We promised our love to one another
under a clear bright sky.
Ah.
It was perfect, Miss Emmaline.
Ah.
That sounds beautiful, Ophelia.
I's certain Reuben be much you love.
That man's soul and mine be bound forever.
Reuben and I's so grateful for your grandmother's ring.
Is beautiful, Miss Emmaline!
We've shared so many childhood secrets and memories.
You will always be a sister to me.
Jackson's groom.
Private.
I'm truly unhappy.
How can I be happy when you are here?
I'm glad that you found love.
I only wish to have you near me again.
I- I'd better head back
before Jackson realizes I've been gone for so long.
But before I forget,
I brought you somethin'.
Oh.
Hey!
Why aren't you workin'?
Did-
I saw, Master David, this here
shovel be's broke.
Get back to work!
Yes, sir, I-I's a get some new shovel, Master David.
I's sorry.
Well, your shovel is just fine, boy!
Go out!
Come here!
Come! Go! Go!
What on earth is goin' on out there?
It's Master David!
Shut me up.
Hey!
You go get 'em all from the house now!
Go!
Put it in!
You all get over here!
Hey!
You let this be a lesson.
For all of you!
My heart
is broken since you lack sense.
I's...
I's goin' need you be strong.
For what's to come.
What do you mean by that?
To come?
True love.
True love, is always goin' be hard.
I's just...
wish
we dealt in another time,
where our love...
was
not a crime.
Where we be walkin'
hand in hand,
peacefully,
having' children of our own.
Well, may our children pave the way.
Get out of here, boy!
Reuben, no!
Who's responsible for the beatin'?
This boy!
The ones on this boy, are yet to heal.
To punish him in the same manner
comes at a loss of a day's work.
Don't you agree?
I agree.
Which one of y'all take his place?
Hold your tongues.
And be still.
Ophelia, get back!
No.
No, no, no no!
No! No, no, no!
No! No!
No. No. No.
Please! I beg you, don't allow this!
I beg you!
This is not a woman's business.
It's for the men to decide.
David?
You're vindicated if this woman took the lashes.
Yes, sir.
Proceed.
It hurt.
My dearest friend.
This is all my fault.
If I hadn't been traded for marriage as,
as you were bought as a child,
none of this would have ever happened.
It ain't your fault, Miss Emmaline.
Then God allows evil to exist.
For the sake of redemption?
In his divine purpose.
We must choose...
between good
and evil.
May God have mercy on us.
I overheard Jackson in his study.
Talkin' to a Mr. Thompson on Reuben's worth.
Do you believe
the Master goin' sell Reuben off?
I'm so sorry, Ophelia.
I tried to talk some sense into Jackson, but...
but he just wouldn't listen.
Master David has him convinced that,
that Reuben's a troublemaker,
and keeping him around
will only serve to encourage the others.
God, be justice.
One day.
Evil
will
submit its way to the good.
I's got somethin' I wanna tell you,
Miss Emmaline.
Goodness gracious, Ophelia, what is it?
I don't know how you goin' feel about this.
I'm with child.
Oh, my star and goddess.
You not mad at me?
I can never be mad at you!
We must hide your condition from Jackson.
He's seen his father put female slaves to death
instead of having to deal with a mother and a baby.
Miss Emmaline,
you must he'p me spare my baby.
I would give my life for you.
And I's give mine for you.
The only way to get you out of the field,
and back into the house, is,
is to allow myself to also become with child.
Jackson will have to let you stay by my side.
And with harvest season nearin',
he'll soon be too busy with the affairs of the plantation
to deal with a burdensome woman.
He's already lookin' for a new field hand to replace Reuben.
Good mornin', Angie.
Bless your heart,
you don't look so good.
Thanks.
Is Andrew in today?
He's booked in court.
Not expecting him back this afternoon.
Janice?
Do you think love comes with a price tag?
I mean, I guess in the real world
love isn't a fairy tale.
That diary's sure makin' you think.
It's got me questionin' love,
slavery, even the color of a man's skin.
Well,
guess some folks forget
how much we are alike,
and need each other,
till there's a reason to remember.
Harvest season is near.
I won't have you be burdensome.
Well, I do apologize,
Master Jackson.
A little formal today, my dear.
Well, now that we are expectin', and I have fallen ill,
would it be appropriate to move Ophelia
into the room next to mine?
Has it not been enough that I moved her in from the fields?
Allowed to work here in the house during the day?
I want to keep you from being troublesome.
I won't be any more trouble.
The baby will be here soon.
Fine.
Miss Emmaline's got the fever.
I will call for the doctor.
Everything's goin' be okay.
Go now! I won't allow black hands deliver my baby.
Go.
Push!
Emmaline?
I asked for a son.
The baby has contracted the fever.
She's so small and fragile, I...
She's in desperate need of her mother's milk.
Emmaline!
Now follow the doctor's orders.
Emmaline!
Take her to Ophelia.
What?
Take her to Ophelia...
Please, Master.
Please don't take my baby away.
No, Master.
If you feed and care for her,
I'll allow you to keep your baby.
Yes, Master.
You may go now.
If I leave,
she might die without proper care.
I didn't ask you, Doctor.
I am demanding you leave my house at once.
It's against my medical judgment.
Since you are the man in the house, I-
I'll respect your decision.
You will suffer,
for making a fool of me.
I's goin' tell you a story,
'bout a little girl, with a big heart.
She grows up
to have a little girl of her own,
who also has a big heart.
How's Annabeth?
She be just fine,
just like her mama.
I could never, ever, manage without you.
You sure had me scared, Miss Emmaline.
You want the ability to care for our daughter.
And the fact that you deceived me
is of a great pity.
We still have no son.
I also had to change my way of thinking
to set to grow myself a free field hand.
Let me remind you.
I'm in command of this house, finances, and lives.
If you're going to lie,
and oblige me to take care of Ophelia's son,
and make me suffer the indignity
that my only child is being nursed by black milk,
you best produce me a son.
Is a boy!
A boy.
This is not my son.
This boy has dark hair, skin.
No.
He looks like he was baked in the sun!
No, he isn't! He's just-he's-
I beg you!
My grandmother is full-blooded Milwaukee!
I myself am a quarter!
She married a man with very red skin and red hair!
Let him go!
I never want to see this mongrel breed baby again!
He's not to be spoken of, under any circumstances!
I could have done the same with your son.
So you best keep your mouth shut.
You have no place in this matter!
Hey. Phil.
I'm so sorry to call you on a Sunday, but
I'm still not feeling well,
and I was hoping to take some time off.
No, just some sore ribs from driving too soon.
And besides, I look like the Incredible Hulk
with all these bruises on my face.
Thanks, Phil.
I dreamed of you,
in your Father's arms last night.
I could feel his joy
as he smiled down upon your sweet face.
Just as he has spoken to me a thousand times
without one word,
I know, without a doubt,
he did so in my dreams.
He called you, Andrew, like my brother,
who was taken from us.
And then gave you a second name,
Reuben, after his father.
I hope that someday,
you will think it a worthy name,
to pass on to your own son.
When you need a reason to be proud in your life,
you have only say your own name to yourself,
and know that it represents your heritage.
Do you, Annabeth,
promise to love, honor and cherish,
Isaiah,
in sickness and in health,
until death do you part?
I do.
And do you, Isaiah,
promise to love, honor and cherish,
Annabeth,
in sickness and in health,
until death do you part?
I do.
I now pronounce y'all man and wife.
Halt! Forming the line, march!
Prepare to fire!
Shoulder arms!
On January the first, 1863,
President Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation,
freeing all the slaves.
Oh! Thank you, Jesus.
You are free, to come with us,
to join the ranks of the Federal army,
- and be the first black troops... Yes!
In Mr. Lincoln's army.
Thank you, Jesus.
I's got your boy.
I's got Isaiah,
and I's promised to watch after him.
Is okay.
I's promise to return when the war's over.
I's love you.
Just as we were born to protec' each other,
I's will spend the rest of my life
keeping you safe in my heart.
I really appreciate this, Rusty.
Andrew, Reuben,
McGrath.
Isn't that the new attorney at the DA's office?
McGrath is such a common name in the South.
I looked it up in the phone book,
I mean, it could be anyone.
Oh, here it is.
Address, number,
Andrew Reuben McGrath.
I'll be darned.
He's been right here the whole time.
This what you lookin' for?
Yeah.
Thank you.
You have a good heart, Rusty.
Some girl's gonna be real lucky one day.
Uhuh?
Great. Let's address it first thing
when I get back from Atlanta.
Come on in.
Okay.
Thanks.
Home delivery?
You know they have next-day shipment, right?
I never got to congratulate you on the Hatch case.
Please. Have a seat.
I'm sorry, I should have called.
Um...
I wanted to show you somethin'.
But it's-it's not work-related.
You need to read this.
But I warn you,
some of it may be difficult to read.
My sister Julianne is
lonely since her husband died,
and sent a letter requesting a visit from her niece.
I thought it would be nice for Annabeth
to spend some time in Atlanta.
After all, she speaks French, and
is very educated.
Being around such a cultured person could only...
serve to improve her chances
of marrying an affluent man someday.
Annabeth is getting older,
soon to be a suitable age to marry someone I deem worthy.
Your sister does, in fact, run in prosperous circles.
I'll make the arrangements.
Master.
I know in my heart that you are a boy,
and your name will be Andrew Reuben McGrath.
Andrew, who showed your Indian blood
in his face and skin,
Reuben, who knew how to love without condition,
and passed that trait on to his son,
and now to you.
Do not remember your surname with hatred or resentment.
Change the fact it is associated
with intolerance and oppression,
and make it your own.
You have the chance to carry on
what the women of your family have begun,
so that when I am long gone,
you can make the McGrath name
synonymous with freedom and acceptance.
August 20th, 1863.
My name is Emmaline McGrath,
and I'm your grandmother.
Losing the field slaves put us in a difficult situation.
I'll need to sell some of the land
due to the small crop we had this year.
I'll need the money to hire men to harvest in the fall.
Shh!
My, dear, we don't want your father to hear.
I order you to whip her, till all her blood is spilled!
And do the same to Emmaline!
No! No!
No!
Come on! Come on!
Ophelia!
Protect my baby!
Annabeth was my daughter.
You are as she said you would be,
a boy.
Ophelia and I named you as she wished,
Andrew Reuben McGrath.
It's about ten o'clock in the mornin'.
You've been with us now for about seven hours.
There is a sad reason
why your mother is not the one telling you of your birth.
And it's left to me to explain it to you in this book,
just as she would have wanted to do herself.
When we buried your mother,
I allowed myself to become numb,
laid the pistol next to David,
and placed the other one next to Jackson.
I informed the sheriff,
that we had found Jackson and David just after sunrise.
I told him that I had heard them havin' a dispute
over some missing money the night before.
But decided it was not my business.
Seein' how distraught I was,
the sheriff simply took my word as an upstandin' citizen,
and a Southern woman of fine breedin'.
I never thought things could be worse.
Isaiah was a good soldier.
And you ought to be proud of him.
Good morning.
I started reading, after you left.
And I didn't stop,
until I finished it.
I'm supposed to be in Atlanta, at a charity golf tournament.
I called Janice,
and told her to cancel it for me.
I told her it was urgent family business.
So...
kinda true.
Come on in.
I was wondering...
do you have any idea where Annabeth and Isaiah were buried?
Sorry, I don't.
I've been looking for my family my whole life.
I know what you mean.
My grandpa says I've been trying to replace mine my whole life.
My dad died in a car accident when I was young, and
I lost my mother and my grandmother a few years ago.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I don't know why I just told you that.
I bet it felt good to get it all out.
Yeah. It did.
Annabeth has changed me.
I can't even imagine how you must feel.
I was an only child, raised by a single mother,
who was also an only child.
So I always wanted to know my father's side of the family.
Before my mother died,
she gave me the rattle.
And a picture of my great-great grandfather.
And told me all she knew about my father,
was that he insisted
that I carry his name.
I guess we have a lot more in common than you think.
Growin' up an only child,
losing your parents,
it can be very lonely at times.
Miss Claudia used to say,
she was my family.
How'd you know Miss Claudia?
Mm.
When I was in law school,
I had a part-time job helping Miss Claudia run the Intebel.
Well...
I can not thank you enough,
for savin' my life.
I think we should look for
Isaiah and Annabeth's graves together.
I think Miss Claudia would like that.
I thought Emmaline's grave was out here in your woods.
What are you doin'?
He was my family, too.
I deal with young black men all the time, in my practice.
Some of them are gang members,
drug dealers,
and some of them grew up without their fathers.
How are we as a nation,
black or white,
gonna get beyond this?
How can we make a better future for ourselves
if we keep hanging on to the injustices of the past?
You don't know what it's like,
to see one young black man after another,
be locked up for life,
because somewhere it's been engrained in them,
that his life has already been mapped out.
You know who this man was.
I don't want to spend one ounce of my life
hating this man.
He beat Ophelia,
and he abused Emmaline,
but, somewhere,
deep inside of me,
I have a few drops of his blood.
If I can forgive Jackson,
then,
a little more of the hate in this world,
goes away.
So Miss Claudia and I would spend hours talking about
all kinds of things,
at least until the lemonade ran out.
I knew it was time to go home.
Miss Claudia meant a lot to you, huh?
Mm.
Yeah.
You know, a lot of people,
thought she was just an odd old woman
who never married and lived alone.
But to me she was so much more than that.
She was my best friend.
Hm.
Will you ever marry?
I'm so sorry to impose.
No. No, it's fine, I just-
Just never got around to it.
Miss Claudia always said,
if I wanted to get married I had to
let the man walk me to the door.
What about you, you ever-
Oh, no, no, no.
Never got around to it, huh?
Haven't found the right woman yet.
I, um...
I really appreciate what you said earlier,
about not having a father?
He must have meant a lot to you.
Yeah.
He passed away when I was young.
And it wasn't until recently I...
really understood the impact of
not having him around.
By the way,
I called Phillip and Janice this morning,
and I took a few weeks off.
We're gonna go find those graves.
Yeah, we are.
And you know what?
You should stay here, in my guest room.
Angie...
I think that would be complicated for you.
This is the South.
People talk.
I insist.
Hm.
Well, I have an idea.
In the journal,
it says,
- there was a tin box. - Uhuh.
And it had Ophelia's silver ring in it.
Uhuh.
We need to find a metal detector.
If we find the box,
we've found the graves.
You're right.
I don't think Emmaline and Ophelia,
could carry Annabeth
far from where she died.
She's bleeding,
and they're trying to conceal her death.
So I think,
that they would have tried not to leave a trail.
More rusty nails?
It's the whipping post.
Andrew. Look at me.
Remember what you said.
About never forgetting the past,
but not reliving it?
Annabeth and Isaiah,
they were able to find love in the midst of all of this.
There was a lot of hate.
We are so lucky that we know there was also so much love.
I will never understand it the way that you do, but...
Annabeth tried, and...
so will I.
Try broccoli.
- Hm. - Uhuh.
There we go.
Okay.
So how much do I owe you?
How about dinner tonight?
- I'm cooking. - Oh!
So you cook and fix doors?
Did you inherit your woodworking skills
from Reuben and Isaiah, or you're just-
really a craftsman who's living a double life as an attorney?
I just wanted to contribute something,
to the house my family loved.
Besides, it came with instructions.
Say what you will, but, I see it.
I see them.
In you.
All the little things you do.
Thank you.
Miss Claudia once told me I got my roots and my wings backwards.
I know exactly what you mean.
To finding what's lost.
And forging a new future.
- You good? - Sure.
Let's go.
I hope I'm not interrupting your thoughts.
How can you interrupt thoughts that are of you?
The night air is wonder, isn't it?
It's a bit chilly, though.
Oh.
This will keep you warm.
Can I tell you somethin'?
Somethin' you...
you may not like?
Sure.
Before that night...
that...
that Willie beat me,
I didn't know how I felt about black men.
Maybe I,
I never thought about them.
Maybe I thought they were all the same.
I'd always pictured you as Annabeth's descendant.
I assumed because she was white,
so were you.
Learnin' about your family,
has helped me come to terms with mine
and who I am.
You're not a racist, Angie.
You're human.
We all are.
Every time I
get a call about a dead-beat mom,
I think about that same white woman that I defended
when I was fresh out of law school.
We're lucky.
We've had some really good teachers.
We have a chance,
to get it right.
What is it?
Listen.
They're playing our song.
Oh, wake up, sleepy-head.
Hm.
Today's the day.
We're gonna find 'em.
I just know it.
- No! - Hey, come here.
Stop it!
This is the place.
Yeah.
It is.
Okay. Let's stay close to the house this time.
Okay.
Go over here.
Yeah.
What about that brush over here.
I bet Ophelia and Emmaline
spent hours gazing out of that window.
- This is the perfect place. - Uhuh.
For Annabeth and Isaiah's grave.
I'm gonna go to the shed, and get a shovel.
Okay.
By the power invested in me
by the State of Georgia,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss your bride.
I have a surprise for you!
Yes, I do.
Yeah. Yeah.
I know, I know.
Annabeth's wish,
to continue her family's heritage.
To move forward, with freedom and acceptance,
has come to pass.
You, my lovely Annabeth,
are the face of the new South.
And the face
of a new nation.