All language subtitles for Kindred.S01E07.REPACK.1080p.WEB.H264-CAKES

WOMAN: I need to get
this baby out. One, two, three.

(woman screaming)

Dana.

This is too hard.

Do you want a hint?

-Why can't you just read to me?
-I could.

But you need to
learn to read on your own.

Why?

DANA: Because it's important.

Maybe we're going too fast.

Yeah?

-Let's um-- -(faint thud)

Hey.

Do you want to come
closer so you can see?

(water bucket thuds)

You know, if you both learn,

you can write to each other.

Come on.
Show Carrie what you can do.

This is the letter M.

What sound does
the letter M make?

-Mmm.
-Good.

Good. Okay, and the next one?

-Uh-- -WOMAN: Carrie. Carrie.

You must be
crazier than I thought.

Luke asked me to
teach Nigel how to read.

-I thought Carrie might want
to learn-- -Carrie, come here.

Carrie.

You're the only one
who really understands her.

-What happens when you're gone?
-Ever since you've got here

with all your good intentions,
bad things been happening.

Tom starving us out
over Winnie. Celeste dead.

-That wasn't my fault.
-You sure about that?

If this was Luke's idea
and I don't believe for a second

that it was, but if so, then
he ain't in his right mind.

And you know what would happen
if you get caught
doing something like this?

He ain't got no right
to take us all down with him.

But at least Luke
is doing something to give Nigel
a better chance at life.

Luke don't even know
what a better life look like.

Carrie, you are never to be
alone with Miss Dana again,
you hear me?

Now go.

(footsteps receding)

You got any
sense, you run along too.

'Cause you lucky it was me and
not Massa Tom or that evil Jake.

Your father and this
one gonna get you killed.

Or worse.

(footsteps receding)

It's okay, Nigel,
nothing bad is gonna happen.

We'll do more tomorrow.

Okay.

KEVIN: I'm really glad
you're coming to Easton.

He thinks we're friends.

Can't say I'm not excited
to get off this farm, though.

See more of the world.

If you got stuck
here, could be fun to travel.

Sure, sounds
fun if you're white.

Okay. Or we could go home.

I told you, I told Luke
that I'd teach Nigel to read.

KEVIN: Yeah,
but how long will that take?

I just... (sighs) ...I don't
feel like I've done everything
I came here to do.

You were brought here to
save Rufus's life. That's it.

What's gonna happen to
these kids when we leave?

And Carrie,
what's gonna happen to her?

Is it just gonna be Tom
and Celeste all over again?

It can't just be
Rufus, we have to save them all.

I don't know
what will happen, Dana,

but I know that if
we try to save the world,

we will lose our fucking minds.

Oh, Maggie, my sister.

Rufus, come greet your Aunt May.

-Come here.
-(Margaret giggling)

MAY: What a very fine
young man you've become.

Every year he looks
more like our father.

And this is Mr. Franklin.

MAY: Mr. Franklin? Not
the musician?

May.

How do you do?

I seem to recall my sister
making very fond mention
of you in a letter.

How is it you've come to
return after all these years?

Yet to be decided, I see.

-Will you be visiting long?
-MAY: Oh, no.

I'll return to
Baltimore tomorrow.

I'd hate to deprive Rufus
of his bed for too many nights,

seeing as
the guest room is occupied.

TOM: Kevin, Rufus.

May, what a pleasant surprise.

It's not a surprise. We planned
this visit for months.

Yeah, well,
it must've slipped my mind.

Rufus and I will
see you when we return.

Must he go with you? May has
come all this way to see Rufus.

Should I leave my
son to gossip over tea?

Come along, Franklin. Luke
has a horse ready for you.

-MAY: Maggie. Maggie.
-(door slams)

A horse, like, to ride?

MARGARET: You planned this
knowing my sister is to visit.

Do you see how
inconsiderate you are?

TOM: Uh, we'll be meeting
a few other planters in Easton.

Rufus is old enough to
be learning a few things.

-MARGARET: What business must
be done today besides drinking?
-TOM: Hush woman.

A pity. I so hope to spend at
least some of this time with
my nephew.

We'll only be gone half the day.

Your horse, Mr. Franklin.

I got-- Oh, I got it.

(sighs) Okay.

(Franklin clears throat)

Uh, should Dana
ride with me or--

Nonsense, this trip
is for men. Let's go.

DANA: It's just a few hours,
okay? Stay close to Rufus.

TOM: Mr. Franklin!

(horse blows)

(horse grunts)

My sister and
I desire tea in the parlor.

Fetch it for us. Now.

Uh-- Oh-- Uh-- I-- Actually,
I-- I told Mr. Franklin I'd--

You and I both
know that's not true.

Tea. Now.

Miss Margaret and
her sister want tea.

You know where the kettle is.

-(sizzling)
-Fuck.

(sighs)

RUFUS: Where are we?

This is where your father
grew up.

When my daddy first
taught me how to till the soil.

Taught us.
Ain't that right, Luke?

-LUKE: Master William was
a fine planter. -TOM: Mmm-hmm.

I was half your age, son, when
he failed to return from battle.

KEVIN: You two
grew up together here?

TOM: We did.

I was born right after Luke.

We were the only boys here.

Two sisters
before me, one after.

But Luke was the closest
thing I had to a brother.

I had two brothers in my home.

Died of fever.

Can Nigel and I go play?

Yeah, go ahead son.

Owner finally passed and
this land is for sale again.

What say you,
Luke? Should I acquire it?

You know, we could expand.

And this land would
be under your charge.

Go ahead. Grab a handful.

Tell me how
you find its prospects.

I don't need to touch it
to see the lands worthless.

But why should that stop you?
Wouldn't be the first thing
you took for yourself

just for the sake of taking.

I'm ready to move
on. Fetch the boys.

(horse grunts)

You'll have to excuse Luke,
uh...

he had a friendship with
a slave who recently passed.

I thought bringing him
along on this trip might
cheer him up some.

-He's grieving.
-TOM: Yeah, I'm aware.

But there's
nothing more tiresome

than a melancholy slave.

-(May plays on piano)
-MAY: Oh, thank you.

My sister is upstairs
freshening up with the mute.

(cutlery clanking)

You belong to
Mr. Franklin, do you not?

-Yes, ma'am. -He's
giving Margaret piano lessons?

-Yes.
-Funny.

I never knew
Maggie to be very musical,

but if he's lifting
her spirits... (chuckles)

Hi. What a beautiful day.

Won't you give me
a tour of the grounds, Maggie?

And I suppose
I should meet our cousin Jake.

My husband did pay for
his voyage over, after all.

(tea splashes)

-It's cold.
-I'm sorry, I'll go get--

MARGARET: Stay.

You and
Mr. Franklin share a room,

well aware
that it is against my rules.

So which one of you is it
that can't control themselves?

Answer me.

-Margaret.
-Answer me.

(tea splashes)

(cup clanks)

You can fetch me a proper cup.

Hey, Willy.

Come on, son.

That's a boy.

Go along now and fetch
my order at the printer.

NIGEL: Yes, sir.

Hey.

I heard about Celeste.

Wanted to check and see if
you were feeling... all right.

No, I'm not all right.

You worrying about me,
it ain't good for anybody.

TOM: Mr. Franklin.

RUFUS: Where are we, Daddy?

TOM: Oh, it's
a momentous occasion.

You, my son, are
getting your first proper shave.

As are you. I need my
company looking distinguished.

A barber will sort you.

Uh, how much does a barber cost?

I'm short on funds.

Don't worry yourself,
Mr. Franklin. I'm well aware
of your shallow pot.

NIGEL:
Master Weylin. Master Weylin.

I don't got no whiskers.

-What'll they shave?
-Don't worry.

Uh, I think shaving
makes your whiskers grow
sometimes.

I don't know. I read that once.

-TOM: Put them up front with
your father. -NIGEL: Yes, sir.

Meet me at
the barber when you're done.

(bell rings)

(cutlery clanking)

Tea was too cold, huh?

TOM: Benjamin.

BEN: Tommy, my boy.

-Ben, how are you, sir?
-BEN: Ah.

Fine, but what a boon to
find you off the plantation.

May I introduce Mr. Franklin?

He's a musician
and a guest in my home.

-Pleasure to meet you.
-A musician?

Who knew you to be
a patron of the arts?

And who is this fine young man?

TOM: Get up, son.

I'm Rufus Weylin, sir.

-Rufus Weylin?
-(Tom chuckles)

I did not recognize you beneath
all of that shaving cream.

-No school today?
-RUFUS: No more school for me.

Learning the planter business.

-That right, Daddy?
-Indeed, son.

-(Ben chuckles)
-You here for an appointment?

Me? Never.

I have a boy at home
for my grooming.

More convenient. I picked him
up on a trip to South Carolina.

I was just passing by
on the way to fill my belly

and I saw
your slave driver, Luke,

getting a shoe shine.

You are a gracious
master to allow that, Tom.

Though I suppose if any of that
kind deserves it, it's Luke.

He is a fine tiller of the land.

(Ben chuckles)

(birds chirping)

(water gushing)

-I had Nancy take care
of they tea. -(Dana sighs)

Now you can go on and get,

because there ain't no
reason you got to be up in here.

(exhales deeply)

Maybe, uh, Rufus
shouldn't be drinking.

-Why not?
-Because you're 12.

Had my fair share of drink at
his age. Part of the business.

Yeah, it's part of
the business, Kevin.

Mmm-hmm, which part?

Come on, have a drink,
Mr. Franklin. Relax.

You know, I find your temperance

rather feminine in
nature, to be frank.

It's no wonder
you were Broadus's downfall.

(Tom and Rufus laughing)

I jest. I jest,
lighten up. We're celebrating.

-What?
-I just made a great deal
with Benjamin.

-RUFUS: What'd you do?
-Well, I had something he wanted
that I didn't need anymore.

-Uh, no.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

(cutlery clanking)

How about that, Rufus? Handsome,
don't you think?

-I don't know.
-You're not looking, son.

RUFUS: She's all right.

Now, you see a woman like that,
you look, but you don't marry.

-Why not?
-Because she's below you.

RUFUS: I-- I don't
even want to get married.

TOM: All men must find a wife.

Kevin didn't.

TOM: You don't want
to end up like Kevin.

Yes, I do. Kevin has Dana.

-That's not what your dad means,
Rufus. -Dana's a slave, Rufus.

No, she's not. She's special.

Ruf, I think you've
had too much to drink.

I have not.

(Rufus sighs)

Yes, I quite agree.

Nigel will deliver you home.

-Go on, he's outside.
-(Rufus mumbling)

Leave, before
you embarrass me forever.

There's your quality
time between father and son.

I can't say it feels right.

(mug thuds)

He's been coddled
by women his whole life.

Should have taken
him under my wing sooner.

Oh, come, Mr. Franklin.

You won't waste
a drink, will you?

I've been quite
generous with you.

You can't toast
with an empty glass.

Without it, you'll
give us both bad luck.

And I think you've had
enough of that for a lifetime.

Don't you agree?

-(sighs)
-(mug thuds)

Now drink, Mr. Franklin.

(mug thuds)

(Tom laughs)

(mug thuds)

MAY: Oh, Dana.

I've been looking for you.

I'm sorry for my sister.

She was terribly unfair to you.

I hope you find me
less formidable than Maggie.

Prior to
our residence in Baltimore,

my husband and I, he's a doctor,

we spent time
in Boston amongst...

many liberal thinkers.

My sister and
I diverge in that way.

How has she been? My sister?

Is her unhappiness as
apparent to you as it is to me?

She doesn't
really confide in me.

But surely you have eyes.

You can tell me.
Is Tom the source of her misery?

Then tell me this.

Is it true
that Tom starved his slaves

after his concubine escaped?

(sighs)

Scarcely. Maggie
is too humiliated
to tell me such things.

She knows I never liked Tom.

(May chuckles)

That man is
a heathen and a drunkard

who can barely
spell his own name.

NIGEL: Dana, can
you help me with Master Rufus?

Rufus, what-- what happened?

Master Rufus has had
too much whiskey, that's all.

Rufus. Rufus, what's wrong?

-He's drunk.
-Drunk?

-RUFUS: I feel sick.
-MARGARET: Who did this?

-Was it your father?
-MAY: Well, of course it
was his father.

All that louse does is drink
and now your son is old enough
to join him.

Is this what you want, Maggie?
For your child to grow up

-to be just like
his godless father?
-Don't say that.

Well, that is the course
you have put him on, Maggie.

His very soul is at stake.

Stop it, May, stop!
You think I don't know.

MAY: This is too much.

I have duties to
uphold. Obligations.

It rips me in two
to see you like this.

It's misery. Time
has come to do something.

Please leave us
alone for a while.

-RUFUS: Mama.
-Oh, honey.

No.

TOM: I was
thinking just this morning

there's so much
I don't know about you.

Your people,
where are they from?

I told you, I'm from New York.

But your parents?

New Jersey.

And they were musicians?

My dad was a bookkeeper,
an accountant, a bookkeeper.

Yet you have no books to keep.

You know, I-- I was thinking
maybe it's a little early
for Rufus

to start his planting education.

Maybe stay in school a little
bit longer, don't you think?

I stopped around his age. A man
only needs to know his sums.

Right, but might be
good for him to spend some time

around some
other boys at his age.

He says he doesn't
have any friends anymore.

Seems really sad to me.

Well, that's what
you're for, is it not?

Or are you planning on
leaving us sometime soon?

-Oh, no. No, I'm not.
-TOM: You're not?

Well, the show must be starting.

-The show?
-TOM: Yes.

I was going back and
forth as to whether it would be

appropriate for
Rufus or not, but...

I feel you'll enjoy it.

Grab your drink.

(indistinct chatter)

COMMENTATOR:
Gentleman, place your bets.

Place your bets,
we've got three rounds tonight,

starting with the lovely Jane.

-(laughter)
-Oh, Franklin.

(indistinct chatter)

(man coughing)

(laughing)

COMMENTATOR: First up is Jane.

How long would the niggers
last before she is conquered?

(crowd chatters)

(Jane screeches)

JANE: Please.

MAN: Go on, get her.

-(Jane thuds)
-(crowd cheers)

JANE: Please,
stop. Please, stop.

-(Jane pleading)
-(crowd laughing)

-(crowd cheering)
-(Jane yelling)

TOM: Kevin.

Shall we go?

(footsteps crunching)

(horse blows and grunts)

KEVIN: Where's Luke?

TOM: He doesn't
belong to me anymore.

He won't be returning with us.

(muffled chatter)

RUFUS: Can Dana come with us?

-MARGARET: No, Rufus.
-DANA: What's going on?

MARGARET: Come
on. Go back upstairs.

Fuck.

Jake! Jake!

They're running,
they're running,
and they're taking Rufus.

You gotta stop--
you gotta stop them. Come on,
they'll be gone any minute.

Jake, come on. Tom left you
in charge, didn't he?

Someone ought to teach you
to mind your own business.

You're their cousin.

-Right.
-I best get going now.

MARGARET: Rufus, sit up.

(heavy breathing)

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, stop, stop.

Get out of the way.
This is none of your concern.

-You can't take him. -MAY: My
sister can do what she pleases.

-DANA: Margaret.
-Do not think I will save you

from being trampled if
you insist on impeding us.

-DANA: Margaret, he has to
stay here. -Get out of the way.

You cannot take
him. He has to stay here.

And who are
you to determine that?

-Hmm?
-Do you remember
when Rufus was younger

and someone saved him
from being drowned?

And then after that,
when there was a fire,

and somehow
he was brought to safety?

That was me, Margaret,
and I-- I can't explain it
to you right now,

but I can promise you,
I'm here to protect him.

She is raving mad.

I rem-- remember.

I'm here to keep him alive.

And he has to stay here.

The devil came
into my house one night

and no one believed me.

And then again by the river.

How could I not see
that it was you?

-No, no, Margaret.
-You're the devil.

-Devil!
-DANA: I-- I'm not!

-Margaret, I am not the devil.
-Be gone!

-Demon. -Margaret
please, please, please, please!

-You will not take him from me!
-Rufus! Rufus! Rufus!

Rufus! Rufus!

No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

Rufus!

TOM: I wouldn't get
too sentimental about Luke.

He needed to see just
how good he had it with me.

-Mr. Franklin.
-KEVIN: What?

TOM: You seem ill-tempered.

Is it from the drink?

Is this why you abstain?

Or is it the entertainment
that's affecting you?

I thought that you of
all people would appreciate

that sort of spectacle,
considering your taste.

Are you talking about Dana?

So it's just as Rufus said.

I know what
you're talking about.

I fear that you actually are

in love with your chattel.

And if so, you must know

that those feelings
you have, they're unnatural.

-Like you're any different.
-TOM: Do not compare me to you.

I would never feel
love for such creatures.

It'd be a cruelty unto them.

-Ah, wouldn't you?
-Wouldn't I, what?

KEVIN: Seems like
you feel more than you'll admit.

At least about Winnie.

It seems it's time
our arrangement come to an end.

Fine.

Then let us tidy
our books, shall we?

You owe me $10.

-What?
-For the haircut,

the drinks, the entertainment.

-For the very
clothes on your back.
-I don't have any money, Tom.

You know I don't have any money.

Very well. Dismount.

Tom.

I said dismount.

The reins.

Our arrangement
is hereby terminated.

Tom, I've got to
get to Dana, please.

You ever step foot on my land
again and I will shoot you dead.

Believe me when I tell
you I am a man of my word.

-(door slams shut)
-DANA: Where's Kevin?

TOM: Margaret? Where are you?

(grunts) Margaret?

-She's gone.
-TOM: Gone where?

To Baltimore with May.

They took Rufus.

TOM: They did what?

Christ sake.

Where's Kevin?

(knocking on door)

-(door creaks open)
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it.

It's me. It's Kevin.

Please tell me Dana's here.

Why would
she be? What's going on?

Dana's in danger.

(door creaks)

She's trapped with
Tom on the plantation

and I can't go back
there or he'll kill me.

-What did you do?
-Not my-- it's not my fault.

It's not-- I'm--

Tom and I got into an argument,
he pulled a gun on me.

Please, someone has
to get her out of there.

I'll find Luke. He'll help.

He can't, Tom sold him.

-He what?
-KEVIN: Earlier today in Easton.

OLIVIA: It's gonna be
hard for me to get Dana.

Tom will know enough
to search for her here.

He's seen us together.

We have no choice but to leave.

Leave and go where?

North. Philadelphia.

Sooner than I planned.

Alice, pack your bag.

We're gonna have to flee.

Okay?

You stay here.
I don't want you getting
into any more trouble.

(door creaks open)

TOM: I don't
care how late it is.

So you get out there and you
find him and you bring him back

right fucking now.

-JAKE: What about Margaret?
-TOM: Leave her.

JAKE: Nosy bitch.

What are
you doing standing there?

It's all right, Jake.

Let her come in here.

(door slams shut)

DANA: Where is Mr. Franklin?

(Tom grunts)

What an odd thing you are.

-How old are you?
-Twenty-six.

You've been with
a child before, yes?

What do you think of
Mr. Franklin as a master?

-Excuse me?
-TOM: Well, you must
tire of his instability.

A master without a home,
that's kind of funny, isn't it?

How would you like
to stay here permanently?

Rufus seems to like you too.

And you would
continue on as his companion.

And you'd live here

instead of being dragged around
the country by a traveling
minstrel.

What say you?

Would you like that?

No, sir.

I belong to Mr. Franklin.

Where is he?

I don't know. Stop asking.

What do you mean,
you don't know?

I mean that I don't know.

-(thud)
-Did you do something to him?

He'll return when he returns.

Or maybe he won't.
And fool you are to expect
anything else from that louse.

(Tom chuckles)

(Tom laughs)

You really are
a loyal breed, aren't you?

Do you even know
what's good for you?

(Tom coughs)

(grunts) Leave my sight.

(door creaks)

-(banging on door)
-WOMAN: Hello.

-(banging on door)
-Don't open that.

(banging on door)

-Mr. Franklin.
-Oh, my God.

-Winnie, you're still here?
-Don't let her out.

I was just hoping

I could stretch my
legs for a little bit.

KEVIN: Yeah.

(Winnie sighs)

Are you-- are you okay?

(exhales deeply)
May I have a glass of water?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, sure.

KEVIN: You okay?

Holy shit.

-You have to go get her.
-KEVIN: Shit, shit, shit.

Winnie!

-(door clicks open)
-Kevin.

Sarah.

-What are you doing here?
-Massa Tom wanted me
to bring you some food.

-I'm not hungry. -You really
ought to eat something.

Why are you here? I thought you
never stepped foot in the house.

The reason I never
stepped foot in this house

don't seem to
be a reason no more.

Because of Margaret?

-Where's Luke?
-He didn't come back neither.

Is he with Kevin?

SARAH: No child, he gone.

So...

see Luke never cared
about keeping the peace.

I told you he was always doing

exactly what
he wanted when he wanted.

Serves him right.

I don't know
where your Massa is...

but it sound like he ticked
Marse Tom off something fierce.

Now, I would imagine that he's
gonna be risking his life

to come back
around here for you.

What do you mean by that?

KEVIN: No, no,
no, no, no, Winnie!

Winnie!

Winnie!

Massa Tom own you now.

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