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So...

She left the okra.

But...

...took the seeds.

Took her mother's birthright...

...because she doesn't know where her mammy is.

She's not running to somewhere.

Just running away.

That's good.

Homer, take this down.

Escaped from her legal master in Georgia.

Slave girl, by the name of Cora.

Of medium height and dark complexion.

"Has a star-shaped mark

on her temple from an injury.

Possessed of a spirited nature...

and devious method."

For the first time ever, these savages

from the darkest jungles of Africa

are traveling on the vast ocean.

They've never seen the ocean like that before.

For the first time ever,

they spoke with the white man,

and learned his language,

instead of the gobbledygook that they used to speak

in darkest Africa.

For the first time ever, they had a proper cup of tea.

Mmm!

And guess what they drank out of

in the depths of the darkest Africa?

Human skulls.

Ooh...

You got a dress for Saturday?

Mm-hmm, you seen it. The pink one.

I had to use scrip, but, uh, it was worth it.

Girl, scrip will be the death of me. --Mm-hmm.

Ain't never gonna get out of debt.

Hey, Bessie, you got a dress yet?

You even going to the social, Miss Bookworm?

Mm-mmm. If Christian gonna be there, then you gots to go.

Mm. -Don't be silly.

He's sweet on you. -We're friends, is all.

Child, that man look at you like a puppy.

Mm-hmm. A puppy that want to hump your leg.

Good work today, ladies.

Thank you, Mr. Fields. -Yes, yes, yes.

Now, Bessie, listen, I want you to work

on channeling that African spirit, you see?

Uh, remember that "authenticity" is our watchword, yes?

All these people that come here,

they think they know what this life was like,

but we got to show them what it was really like.

Yes? For us, by us, huh?

"FUBU", huh?

Very good, very good.

Yes, yes.

It's your damn fault! --Man, don't you lie on me, goddamn it.

Shut it all down! -Shut it down!

Get off me! -Mind your damn business, fool.

Goddamn it! When I say I wants it done which way,

that's the way I wants it done.

You two fighting what make that machine get bogged?

You two fighting what make that machine get bogged?

I'm-a have you kicked back to what hell you came from.

They did it like you said, boss.

Hell no, they didn't.

Uh, sorry, Mr. Abraham.

Y'all get back to work.

See, now, it says right here.

New process.

First take...

You trying to tell me how to read, boy?

No, sir.

Looks like we got us a genius on deck, boys.

Genius. Get back to work.

A gentleman removes his hat when entering a room,

when ladies are present.

When he meets a lady, he should raise his hat gracefully.

Good.

Henrietta, would you try...

Sorry I'm late, Miss Lucy.

Page 60 in your primer.

Henrietta, please continue.

I...

dey waits...

In Georgia, what we are doing here is a crime.

I would be fined $100,

and you all would receive 39 lashes.

That's from the law.

It's hard to start from nothing.

A few weeks ago, some of you were where Henrietta is now.

It takes time, patience.

Isn't that right, Bessie?

Good night. Good night.

Bessie.

Uh, I believe you were asking after this?

You can borrow it.

Gulliver's Travels, huh?

I never heard of it.

Go on. -Oh. Thank you, Miss Lucy.

I hope you enjoy it.

Bessie?

Keep your head up.

That's gonna look real nice on you, Bessie.

Mm-hmm.

Gonna look like the Queen of Egypt.

Mr. Christian Markson.

The doctor will see you now.

Ah, yes. Please come forward.

This won't take long.

We are required to examine every Negro involved

in a work-related incident.

Your name is Christian Markson, yes?

Yes, sir.

Where are you from, Christian?

From...

It's okay.

I'm not like the rest of them.

Born in Delaware, raised in Mississippi, sir.

Mississippi?

I haven't spent as much time in the South

as some of my colleagues, but I...

I wouldn't have taken you for Mississippi.

It should be in the file, Doctor.

It's not, actually.

The proctors hold your past.

We're only concerned with your future.

Aptitude, not history.

I've never known a white man to show much concern

for what Negroes are mentally capable of.

You know what aptitude means.

How long have you been able to read?

Uh...

Th-th-they teaching us.

I doubt "aptitude" is part of the curriculum.

You seemed taken with this one.

Locked on to it when you came in.

You gave yourself away.

The Odyssey isn't approved for Negro reading.

It's okay.

No one cares that you can read, here.

Why, then, must they be concerned with what I read?

Take the book.

I will write you a note on official stationary.

No one will bother about it.

Thank you, Doctor.

Don't thank me, Christian.

Earn it.

Excuse me, sir?

I want you to come be my assistant.

You can write and read

far beyond the level of the typical Negro.

And I think there's an opportunity here

for tremendous research and unlimited progress.

I've got a, um, special project, that needs a lot of help.

Welcome to your future.

Sir.

Quite a contraption you have here, sir.

Why, thank you.

One of a handful of such devices in the entire state.

There's a train coming.

Leaves tomorrow evening.

Have you told Cora?

No.

I haven't had a chance to.

As you might imagine, she doesn't take too kindly

to the idea of having her portrait taken.

All right, come a little closer?

Milady?

May I have this dance, Miss Carpenter?

You may.

You're looking mighty fine tonight,

Miss Bessie Carpenter.

Same to you, Christian Markson.

Is that so?

Yes, it is.

Fine things suit you.

And you, Mr. Markson.

And you.

Sam said there's another train.

Leaves tomorrow night.

He know where it's headed?

No.

Didn't say.

Do you like it here?

Yeah.

I do.

The South is the South.

But...

I got a new job.

Start Monday.

Working for one of the doctors down in the Griffin building.

Well, I'm not surprised.

You got a shine in you, Caesar.

Always have.

I don't know about all that.

Just glad to be out of that factory.

Glad to have the chance, maybe...

...to use my mind for once.

Maybe we should stay.

We'll always have to pretend.

Some way, part ways.

Too much behind us.

But this...

...this is real, Cora.

You here.

I'm here. We here.

Together.

Please forgive me if I was too bold.

But when we danced...

...all the sudden I saw our future.

Me coming home from work to spend the night in your arms.

Us arguing over whether to call our baby Ajarry or...

something from the Bible, or whatever you want.

It may be a lie.

But Markson is a name given in a way damn well

more honorable than any what was given by our masters.

One kiss and you're talking about babies, huh?

If you want to stay...

we stay.

I'm not getting on that train without you.

We in this together.

What we are doing here in Griffin is unprecedented.

It is in the very best interests of the Negro people,

and it would not be possible without our generous sponsors,

so let's give them all a hand now.

Together, we are building

a better Negro mind, body and soul.

For the practical betterment.

For the practical betterment.

Of Negro life! -Of Negro life!

No!

They taking my babies!

No. They taking my babies.

They taking my babies! -You. Play, play.

You... you taking my babies!

You... It's not right, you can't...

You can't... you can't take my babies!

Stop it, stop it.

That's my babies.

Why, why? Why would you...

Why would you do that? Why would you do that?

Why?

You see?

Now that's-that's, that's good,

but you-you're a bit stiff. Loosen up.

Look behind you. Yeah.

That's-that's... It's better. Better.

Still, you look like you're painting a fence. Loosen it up.

Albert, l-look.

There's room for improvement.

You... you mind? May I?

Look here.

You see? Let it flow. -Yeah.

And if you like... You don't have to

if you don't feel comfortable, but you could...

you could add some dialogue, you know? Like...

"Stupid animal!"

How you like that, huh?

How that feel, huh?

Pick your quota!

You gonna pick your quota today,

or I'm gonna take the hide off of every last one of you!

Those are just a few examples, of course.

Oh, that's mighty impressive.

Thank you. -Oh, you've done this before, I take it?

Ah, well, there was...

That was a lifetime ago.

Remember, stay... stay loose.

Yes, sir.

You'll make your quota!

Work!

Ooh, child, it is hot under them lights.

There she go, putting on them gloves again.

You must be going to see them white folks.

Doctor's appointment.

Hmm, who you got? Dr. Sinclair?

I don't know anymore.

Seem like it's a different one every time.

Ain't that the truth. -Hmm.

My mama had a thing with her heart.

Would've gave anything in the world

to see one of them white doctors.

Lord, if she could see me now.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Just keep thinking about that girl

that went crazy at the social.

Yeah, they say the tests say she had bad blood.

Hmm.

Sure hope you ain't denting that brass,

'cause it'll come out of my pay.

Oh, good afternoon, sir.

How you doing? -Very well, thank you.

How much is this?

Ah, let's see.

It's about...

...50 cents.

I could give it to you on scrip.

How much on scrip?

Dollar 25.

Razor only costs you ten cents.

Yeah, and a whole mess of pain.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, what's that?

"Vitamins", they call it.

Like root doctor on the plantation.

Putting them in every bag. They free.

Supposed to be good for your blood.

All right. -All right, now.

Bessie Carpenter?

Hi.

Bessie Carpenter.

Now, if you can, uh, please try to relax.

The body, um...

records things that have happened to us.

Your master?

My questions aren't meant to be cruel.

I'm-I'm trying to determine, as best as I can,

whether you can bear children.

Assuming that's something you want.

After my mama left, a bunch of older boys

took to calling me names, bothering after me.

No. -One night, they carried me into the woods.

No. No, no, no.

No, no.

Well, uh, I'm pleased to tell you about

a new procedure that can...

...free you from the burden of childbirth.

It's a surgical technique wherein the tubes inside a woman

are severed to prevent the birth of a child.

The procedure is simple, permanent and without risk.

This is a gift to the Negro race.

What if I don't want to?

The choice is yours, of course.

As of right now, it is mandatory for some in the state, uh,

Negro women who have already birthed more than two children,

in the name of population control... imbeciles,

mentally unfit, habitual criminals...

but that doesn't apply to you, Bessie.

This is just a chance for you

to take control over your own destiny.

Now, I do need to draw some blood.

Dr. Forster took about a pitcher of my blood two weeks ago.

Probably felt like it, but, uh...

I'm guessing it wasn't quite that much.

Make a fist for me.

Please.

Now, on three, I want you to take a deep breath.

One, two, three.

May I help you?

Where are the penny candies?

Ma'am?

The penny candies, for the childrens.

Penny candies?

Never had none in here.

But y'all got to have candy somewhere.

I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't carry candy.

Oh.

Hey.

Take 'em.

I been taking 'em, you hear?

Well, take some more.

I'm fine, I don't need 'em.

Anything I can do to help get you well.

No. No, no...

Goddamn it.

That's my baby.

My baby.

They taking him from me!

It wasn't upstairs.

Haven't seen you here before.

That your nigger screaming out there?

It is.

People's complaining.

Yeah, well, let 'em complain.

I got a business to run.

And here I thought niggers were this state's business.

They taking my babies. -Best be moving on

fore the sheriff comes.

Bring him. I'll buy him a drink.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He can't be in here.

There's a boarding house right down the street. -Sit down.

It has cheap whiskey and lets niggers sleep on the floor.

Thank you kindly.

I'll pass that on to any niggers I see.

What about this little nigger here?

Hmm?

Why, he is a nigger, indeed, I'll grant you that.

Huh.

But he ain't sleeping on no floor.

Not lest he chooses so his self.

They're taking him from me.

Cletus?

Cletus!

Yes, sir! -Watch the bar

while I go fetch the sheriff. -Yes, sir.

Little nigger's up in my bar.

Got him a little ole nigger hat on.

What you want?

Here.

Whiskey?

Mm-hmm.

So, I take it catching slaves is your business?

Whatever pays is my business.

We hunting a murderer.

That right? -Yes, sir.

Huh.

Seen 'em?

Can't say that I have.

So, the one outside, the... cheery one.

That belong to you?

Yeah. -My babies...

She was living in a strange town.

They got something called a "skyscraper",

and niggers all parading around in fancy clothes.

A skyscraper?

It's a house, boss.

Like a big old house.

Bigger and higher than you've ever seen.

Touches the sky, almost.

Huh.

Where is this skyscraper?

It's not too far.

Day or two ride.

Hmm.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.

Where's my baby?!

I want my baby!

What's going on?

He's bleeding.

I don't know, there's something's wrong with him.

You all right?

Are you okay, Bessie?

You look tired.

Oh, I didn't sleep too well last night, ma'am.

Hmm, I'm sorry to hear that.

Bessie, please.

You can say anything you like. I'm here for you.

Why aren't there any babies?

There are babies everywhere.

No, ma'am.

I am asking you...

why there ain't no Black babies here.

Where are all the Negro children?

What are these?

With these programs,

our population has increased fivefold in the last year.

Griffin can't build houses fast enough to keep up.

And it's not fair to have mamas

nursing their young in common rooms.

So, when Negroes get married and have children,

they move on to Evansville.

But, Bessie dear,

you're scheduled to have the procedure.

Evansville doesn't concern you.

The Black body is a strong and fascinating thing.

We've been studying it only in the crudest way

since your arrival on these shores.

How little can we put into it while generating

unprecedented bounties for the work it yields?

How far can we tear away at it without breaking it?

Now, Christian, I must tell you, with everything we throw at it,

the Black body only grows stronger.

More resilient.

We are finding a way to perfect you.

By poisoning us?

But he said I didn't have to.

He said it's my choice.

That may have been true then.

But the doctor ran your blood work.

And it is not true now.

Would you rather go back to the plantation?

Would you be willing to send all the men and women here

back to that life in exchange for the life of one man

suffering through the protocol?

Christian, I've told you all along...

you're not like the rest.

The war within your eyes shows itself.

You are the Negro of the future.

Don't sacrifice that for the sake of the common nigger.

This is science.

What the doctors are doing here in Griffin...

is unprecedented.

We can't expect everyone to understand.

But you certainly must trust.

What we are doing here is in the very best interest

of the Negro people.

There are things happening here...

...that we don't believe you to understand.

Dark...

...horrific things.

Here?

In Griffin?

The nigger shall not prosper...

...lest he prosper in the white man's vision of him.

Sam, they poisoning the men.

And they're cutting the womens.

Making it so we can't have babies.

That's why some of the girls is going crazy.

Um...

They killing us.

When the train coming?

Sam.

When is the train coming? -Um...

soon, I-I mean, there'll-there'll be

a train by soon, I'm sure.

What do we do in the meantime?

We just have to check in.

Evening to evening, day-to-day.

Be mindful of your comings and goings.

I mean, the hills have eyes here.

The valleys, too.

How could you not know, Sam?

You said it was safe here.

I thought... -Mm-mm.

I swear to you, I thought it was.

That's what I heard. It's different, though.

That's why I like to fry it up...

I told Mr. Anderson that's unconscionable.

I can't have that... Mr. Ford.

Which one is she? -Please excuse us, Miss Daley.

Good day, Mrs., uh...

Madison.

Lucille Madison.

Lucille.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Hmm. "For the practical betterment of Negro life."

I have it on good word that there are

a very particular pair of runaways

residing under your care.

There are no runaways here, sir.

I assure you.

Show her.

Why don't you take a seat?

Why, thank you.

Think I might.

The girl in that bulletin

is wanted for the murder of a child.

A white child.

She has a very particular scar right about here.

And you recognized her, I saw it clear as day.

So, either you take me to her,

or I will have to inform the governor of South Carolina

that you are harboring murderous Negroes

under this grand experiment of yours.

Mr. Ford, who is this gentleman?

Mr. Ridgeway is a... slave catcher.

Ah.

Noble profession, sir.

It seems like we're both doing our part.

Possessed of a spirited nature and devious method.

Possessed of a spirited nature and devious method.

Possessed of a spirited nature and devious method.

Possessed of a spirited...

Under the sweltering summer sun

and the crack of the overseer's whip...

...they labor to harvest the white,

fibrous gold that will one day

find itself in the great textile warehouses of Boston...

You'll make your quota!

...and New York

and across the vast Atlantic to Liverpool.

They know not that their labors...

Wh-What do we have here?

It seems we have a... a young lad

from the big house, and he's-he's trying to bring

his mother in from her labor in the field.

And the mother says, "No, I must stay, my child."

And the overseer separates the boy from his mother. -No! No!

Stop! -The mother runs.

Runs away in-in grief...

Yes, yes.

Now, if you will all follow me...

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Well, mighty sorry for the disturbance.

Close the door.

You three, turn around.

Sam. Sam! -Cora?

Cora, what happened?

The slave catcher, he's-he's here. -Wait, wait, c-calm down.

Wh-What? -The slave catcher.

We need to go get Caesar! -Okay, okay, w-w-wait.

Where's Caesar? Where's Caesar? -I don't know, I don't know!

Last time I saw... He's probably at work...

I should've gone to him. -No, no, you did right. He'd say so himself.

Come on, we've got to get you down to the platform.

What about Caesar?

I'll find him, but we've got to get you down there.

They may be coming.

Cora, please.

I will find him. I promise you.

I promise you that. I give you my word.

Cora, please.

Please, Cora.

I'm sorry, Cora.

I'm so damn sorry.

What is this? -Shaving powder, sir.

For nigger men. -Mmm.

A shave without razors.

It smells like horse manure.

It's called a depilatory, sir.

De... pilatory.

Still smells like horse manure.

Uh, what is your name, son?

Christian Markson.

You have very particular eyes, Christian.

Hmm.

Very particular.

Hmm.

Long way from home.

Hmm.

Long way from home.

It's okay.

I'll never leave you.

I promise you that.

Still don't know when the train is coming.

We should be safe down here, though.

Wait, where is Sam?

How-how-how did you...?

"Be strong, saith my heart.

I am a soldier.

I have seen worse sights than this."

Something down this tunnel a ways.

Caesar!

Caesar, Caesar!

Caesar!

No, no, Caesar!

Caesar!

* Who, Lord, who gonna ride this train? *

* Who, Lord, who *

What the world?

* Who gonna ride this? *

* Who, Lord *

* Ride this train *

Oh.

You not supposed to be here.

But I am here.

Hmm.

Some fine pork tongue. -Thank you.

Lord.

Sorry about the stink, Miss. I've got to tend to this.

You got a name?

Ellis. -I'm Cora.

I'm grateful you stopped, Ellis.

Oh. S-Sorry, Miss. I'm maintenance, still.

Got to be 16 to transport human freight.

You'll have to wait for them to send one of the other trains.

No, no, no. I-I don't care how old you is.

I'm getting on this damn train.

A-All right, all right, all right, all right.

I reckon I can report you as...

as emergency circumstance, but I got to follow regulation.

First being, passengers ride in coach.

Can't expect me to ride on that.

No passengers in the engine room.

Sorry, Miss.

This a professional operation.

Oh, and you gonna want to strap yourself down some.

This cart shimmies like a cottonmouth

when it gets to moving.

All aboard!

* Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on *

* Check it out, check it out *

* One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two, one-two *

* Check the sound, check the sound *

* Check the sound, yeah *

* One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two, one-two *

* Check the sound, check the sound *

* Can't keep runnin' away *

* Can't keep runnin' away *

* Can't keep runnin' away *

* Can't keep runnin' away *

* I must admit on some occasions *

* I went out like a punk and a chump *

* Or a sucka or something to that effect *

* Respect I used to never get *

* 'Cause all I got was upset *

* When niggas used to be like, "What's up, fool?" *

* And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip *

* For no reason at all, I can recall *

* Niggas throwing Cs in my face *

* That I'm a celebrity who's on the brink of insanity *

* Now don't be wishin' of switchin' *

* Any positions with me *

* 'Cause when you in my position *

* It ain't never easy *

* To do any type of maintainin' *

* 'Cause all the gamin' *

* Just gotta keep keen and cunnin' *

* Can't keep runnin' away *

* Can't keep runnin' away *

* Uh, now *

* You can't keep *

* Runnin' away, runnin' away *

* Yeah * * Runnin' away *

* You can't keep on runnin' *

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