Dear sir, you were once very kind to Bo

and myself, and it pains me to ask you to

show us further kindness, but I have

nowhere else to turn and nobody else

upon whom I can impose. I will, of

course, pay you handsomely for your

troubles. My family have turned quite mad

and are threatening to send me away to

stop my work, which they say is

disgracing them, as if their history of

absolute moral depravity, utter

debauchery, and perpetual drunkenness did

not disgrace them enough. I must escape,

yet I am kept prisoner here. Can you help?

Most days I am to be found at the cabins

on the plantation; the main house and all

it stood for are, thankfully, no more.

Yours faithfully, Penelope Braithwaite.

And beautiful night.

[Music]

Oh, you came! You came! You finally came!

Okay, thank you, thank you, you lovely,

lovely man. Oh, calm down, yes.

Oh, come on, let's go. We ain't got a

minute to lose. They killed her.

They killed Miss Calhoun. All she wanted

was a better life for women, and they

killed her. Those pigs killed her. I don't

know, my cousins probably, or for Bo's...

huh?

You met them. They're animals, not even

animals, monsters, monsters. It got, it

lost all his powers of imagination. Can

you, can you please take me to the train

station?

Bo'll be waitin'. Well, why couldn't he come

and rescue you? Well, if he saw me and him

together, they'd lynch him and send me

off to a nunnery, or maybe they'd lynch