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Narrator:
It was in the year of 1933, when Grace and her father were heading southward with their army of gangsters.
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Narrator:
America had proffered its hand, discreetly perhaps, if anybody refused to see a helping hand he really only had himself to blame.
Mam:
I beg you, one woman to another.
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
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.
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
There's nothing to be afraid of. We've taken all of the family's weapons.
Wilhelm:
No. I'm afraid of what will happen now. I feel we ain't ready - for a completely new way of life. At Manderlay we slaves took supper at seven. When do people take supper when they're free? We don't know these things.
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
Listen, Mr. Hector, let me just say that I have never met a man who I've instantly despised so wholeheartedly, both for his personality and his occupation.
Dr. Hector:
Does that mean you're turning down my offer?
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
Dammit Wilhelm, they're not free. That's what matters.
Wilhelm:
I'd call that a philosophical argument.
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
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 abuses which made them what they are.
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
[
confused after a womans cry for help] What are you talking about? Who are they gonna whip?
Flora:
Timothy!
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
Why?
Flora:
That's how they do us slaves.
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
Slaves?
Flora:
Yes ma'am, surely you have heard of slaves? That's what we is at Manderlay, this godforsaken place.
Wilhelm:
Just as you thought the notion of community would be good for us, you were so sure that you've permitted yourself to use force to convince us. I'd be sorry if we have to do likewise.
Grace Margaret Mulligan:
What do you mean? Do you intend to keep me prisoner?
Wilhelm:
Only until you understand what you wanted us to understand. The gate has been repaired and is closed. The fences are in good shape, but of course they aint particularly high. Those fences... come on. Two men with a rusty shot gun and a toy pistol. How dumb do you really think we are?
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