All language subtitles for Roots (2016) - Part 4

Your name is Toby.
Now tell me your name.

- Kunta Kinte.
- That's not your name!

And I will name you Kizzy.

I think I was selfish to have you born
into a world like this.

You trained me well.

Kizzy!

Kizzy!

- This is my right!
- Kill me!

I'm gonna name you
after my Daddy...

George Lea II.

Come on.
What you got, boy?

I got to know a time gonna come
when I can buy me free.

I don't see why not, George.

And I'm gonna see you again,
my mourning dove.

Your name is who you is.

My Daddy took whippings
to protect his name.

You get to making babies.

Tom would be a fine name
for a boy.

Just bring yourself home safe.

You win this for me,
and I'll set you free.

I swear.

That does it!

That Englishman will call me
even if I give you to him...

- take back to England.
- England?!

Get this nigger off of me!

Who gonna watch my family?!

Tom Lea!

£100 on the red.

£200 on the white.

£500 on the white.

Yeah, yeah,
I can take some bets.

Mandinka say, "Everything
that enchants also deceives."

I'm not sure
which is more exotic...

your bird or your nigger.

Now, would another £10,000
clarify the issue?

Done.

Excellent.

All right, there he is.

We're stronger, faster,
smarter, prettier.

Insult to be in the same pit
with you and me.

Now, what you gonna do
about it?

Whoo!

Ladies and gentlemen, America
is a wild and dangerous land.

One time,
I saw a Carolina bobcat

drag a man
high up a hickory tree,

and two minutes later,
his skeleton fell back down.

Flesh picked clean.

Just raining bones.
Clickety-clack.

I've been chased by savages,
painted faces.

After he was sent off
to settle a gambling debt,

Chicken George won
nearly every match.

The English loved him,

and he fell into his old ways,
playing to the crowd.

Let me tell you now, I have wrestled
mountain men big as bears.

They all naked. They men parts
covered only by their beards.

Chicken George!

Chicken George!

You've served me well, George.

And I want to assure you,

when I've earned back the money
Tom Lea lost to me,

I will send you home a free man.

Just wanted to know, sir.
When would that be?

- Sir, how much longer I got...
- I will tell you when the time is right.

By the time
Sir Eric set him free,

George had been in England
for over 20 years...

no longer enchanted,
no longer deceived.

Stand at the gate.

Traveling homeward, George felt
the past surge around him.

He remembered how Kizzy said
Kunta Kinte came to visit her,

but George was afraid that his vision
would mean something different...

that his seven children would think of him
as little more than another story.

Or worse, that they had
forgotten him altogether.

Did you fall?

I just sit away from the trees,
feel the light on my face.

Miss Malizy?

It's George.

- George?
- Chicken George.

I'm back from England.

George?

Come on now.
Let's get you up.

Where is my family?

I know where your mama is.

Kizzy got a pain in her side.
She knew she was dying.

Mama.

I'm sorry.

Mama...

Miss Malizy,
I'm gonna look around.

Then I'll gonna come back
and take you with me.

Oh, no, sir.
No. No.

I got a right to be here.

I worked this ground
every day of my life.

I got a right
to be buried by Kizzy.

Miss Malizy, I got to go look
for my family.

You ask Master Tom?

- Tom Lea's still alive?
- Mm-hmm.

I'll shoot you, nigger,
right here.

Let my chickens peck
at your cold, black body.

I know you're here to rob me.

But I reckon
I could kill you first.

Kill your own baby boy,
Massa Tom?

I know you?

Sure you do.

All right.

George?

My George?

You come back for me, George.

You say his name Benjamin Murray,
Alamance County?

Murray.
Benjamin Murray.

That's who bought my children?

He an engineer at
the Fayetteville arsenal.

That right?

Needed the money, George.

- How could you leave me?
- Oh, I didn't leave you.

You sold me to pay
a gambling debt,

just like you sold my children.

- I taught you everything.
- It's all right.

Got you a life
with fancy folk in England.

What did I get?

Patricia run off.
Whore.

Old niggers can hardly work.

Who's gonna look after me,
George?

Who's gonna cook and clean?

Who's gonna obey me?

You said you'd leave
papers for my family,

so they free.

You swore that to me
as they was dragging me away!

Said you'd set my wife
and all my children free.

So did you write
them papers for my family?

Where are they?

You a man without honor,
Tom Lea.

You walked your feet
out them dirt hills.

But not your filthy soul.

You and me have
the same blood, boy.

I'm your Daddy.

No, the blood in me
from Kizzy, not you...

blood that kept me strong
all these years away.

What few good things I done,
that the blood of my granddaddy.

And every damn bit of foolishness in me,
everything weak, everything selfish?

That's you, Tom Lea,
'cause that's who you is.

You ain't smart enough
to change yourself.

And the truth is,
your whole damn life...

...you was a slave, too.

You just never knew it.

God damn you.

Tom?

Tom!

Oh, Tom!

Mama, what you doing out here?
You got to get to work.

I need you to stop at the Barton farm
on your way back,

see Old Man Augustus.

He... he sells that special
chestnut tea for asthma.

Mama, I'm not passing that way.

Besides, Massa Murray knows
how many stops I make.

Son.

I'll work fast, mama.
Bring some back for you.

Hey, now you got
to get to work.

You got a big heart,
like your Daddy.

I ain't like my Daddy.

I'll never do nothing foolish
to make Massa Murray angry,

get myself sold away.

You just get home safe.

It only takes
one crazy redneck,

and Massa's road papers
don't mean nothing.

Just look after Irene
and that baby in her belly.

Now, get going now.

Hyah!

Business used
to come to me in bunches.

Now with all this war talk,
can't keep my shop open.

It ain't safe to be a colored free man
in Carolina no more.

Ain't never been safe
to be a slave.

Mm-hmm.

I hear Mr. Murray send a fine blacksmith
like you all over the state, Tom.

- He pay you a little?
- I need to finish up with you, man.

Come on out here, boy.

This boy a runaway.
Stay up here mostly.

I tell folks he's my slave.

Some freemen keep niggers, too.

- How long you been hiding?
- August be seven whole years.

Seven years?

My brother and me ran away
from Chatham County.

He got caught,
but they didn't see me.

I hid in the bushes.

Saw them patrol boys hang him.

When I passed by here,
Orly let me hide.

I'm leaving the state soon
and this boy ain't got no papers, Tom.

You got a pass
lets you go anywhere.

Name's Winslow.

Just get me by the docks
at Elizabeth City.

Gonna sneak
on a barge going north.

Can't help.

Massa Murray knows how long
it takes me to make my rounds.

Got a clock for a heart.

Besides, I need to earn money
for my family, buy them free.

Can't I be free?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this place?

Crossing into Duplin County.

Come on, now.

You got no papers and I ain't got
no way to prove you working with me.

So best take off now.

Can't just leave me out here.

You lucky I took you this far!

And if they catch you, you better not tell
nobody my name, understand?

Come on.

Get in them trees now!

Hyah, hyah!

That's far enough!

Just stop there!

- If I can just explain.
- That's far enough.

I see that pistol
in your waist.

You put it down, or I'll swear
I'll take it from your dead body.

Toomey, what's all the fuss?

Nigger has a gun.

I got a reason to be here.

If I can just speak
to Mr. Murray.

I'm his son.

First, you need to prove to me

you ain't here to cause trouble
with our niggers.

Who is it, Frederick?

We got a smart-mouth nigger.

Came strolling on the farm
in his fancy clothes,

like he's paying a social call.

Got a fancy gun, too.

For all I know, he's here
to provoke an insurrection.

Hey, you know that old boy?

Uh-uh. But he remind me
of a man about to die.

Benjamin, is there trouble?

Oh, it's nothing to concern
yourself with, Charlotte.

Matilda, take my wife inside.

Come inside.

You need some nice,
hot steam, ma'am.

Mourning dove!

George?

Tilda, you know this boy?

That's my George, my husband.

Take another step,

I'll shoot you right here.

Then you will kill Matilda's husband
and a free man.

Check my pocket.
You'll see my paper.

I was manumitted by Sir C.E. Russell
of Hampshire, England.

That's his family seal.

This is a free nigger.

So return his property
and obey the law.

Thank you, sir.

There's your fancy gun, nigger.

Tilda, if this man
is your husband,

you will see him
after the workday is done.

Until then,

I will allow him
to wait on the road.

We've been parted
a long time, Tilda.

Few more hours
ain't no bother to us.

♪ Soon I will be done ♪

- ♪ Trouble of the world ♪
- I want to see a lot less talk

and a hell of a lot more work!

♪ Trouble of the world ♪

♪ Trouble of the world ♪

♪ Soon I will be done ♪

♪ Trouble of the world ♪

♪ Goin' home ♪

♪ To live ♪

♪ With God ♪

♪ No more ♪

♪ Weepin' and wailin' ♪

♪ No more ♪

♪ Weepin' and wailin' ♪

♪ With ♪

♪ God ♪

All this work, George...

Am I still pretty?

I dreamed of you so many years.

My dreams failed me.

You are so much more beautiful

than I could possibly
bring to mind.

Now let me watch you
bein' my wife.

Unless you had enough.

No. I'm just getting started.

Mm-hmm.

Daddy!
I'm Li'l Kizzy.

- Hi, Li'l Kizzy.
- Hi.

That your little scamp?

Yeah,
that's... that's Uriah.

I'm... I'm Virgil... sir.

"Sir"?

Boy, you my firstborn son.

This is, uh...
this is my Lily Su.

- That's me.
- Man and wife?

Well, Lily Su's man got killed
when his wagon tipped,

but, um, Massa Murray, he promises that...
that we can get married one day.

You just as pretty
as the sunrise.

Almost pretty as me.

Ashford's our family cat.
Can't stay home at night.

Well, we'll just have
to tie a bell to his paw

so the gals
can hear him coming.

Oh, you James.

That's right, Daddy.

Boy, you was thin-boned
as a sparrow when I left.

Massa let a doctor come by here?

Massa Frederick won't pay
for no doctor.

Says we need
to use our own ways.

I don't need to see a doctor, Daddy.
I feel stronger every day.

And this is Irene,
with Tom's first baby.

Got that Cherokee hair.

You don't seem so high-strung
like she say.

And you don't seem so foolish
and no-account,

like my Tom says.

Where's Tom? Why ain't he standing
by you with that big belly?

Massa Murray says Tom is
the best blacksmith in Carolina.

Rents him out
all over the state.

Helps Massa Murray
build his guns.

Gets paid, too.
Saving to buy us free.

A slave never can pay enough.

Never.

Where are my other children?

George Jr., Louis,
and Mary

got sold off a few weeks
after we came.

Massa Murray said he sorry,
but he couldn't keep all of us.

We tried to keep in touch
with them, Daddy,

but, uh, ain't none of them
in Carolina no more.

It's my fault... all of it.

Now, you listen now.
I put my trust in false things.

Thought I'd put on a show
for the massas, they act kindly.

Thought they money
and hurrahs mean respect.

I was a damn fool!

I'm gonna keep
this family together,

just like my mama Kizzy wanted,

just like her Daddy,
Kunta Kinte, before her.

Now, Daddy been gone
a long time.

That ain't never gonna
happen again.

"Mississippi, Florida, Alabama

have done their sacred duty to join
South Carolina in secession.

It is time for North Carolina to stand up
and join her brothers."

They printed
your entire letter, darling.

We'll vote war,
and sooner than later.

Frederick,
so many boys will die.

Lincoln is weak.

He won't dare send his soldiers
so far away from home.

And if he does, in two weeks,
we'll declare victory.

North Carolina will reward
the men that led us to freedom,

turn to them for leadership
for a new country.

Secession isn't something
everyone wants.

It's too extreme.
Common sense can still prevail.

Common sense abandoned
this country long ago.

Why should New York and Boston
and Philadelphia tell us how to live?

They don't understand.
There is no South without slavery.

Haven't I found my match,
mother?

Commence firing!

Cannoneers, cease fire!

Service the piece.

Cannoneers, load!

See, Massa Murray
runs test for the army.

- Advance the round!
- Guns and cannons, bullets, too.

Says if war comes,

Southern boys gonna need
to make their own guns.

Mm-hmm. What's your brother Tom
gonna do with all this?

See, Massa Murray
asks his opinion all the time.

If something gets made by
hammer and fire,

Tom's the one massa depends on.

Cannoneers, commence firing!

Watch out for Frederick,
though, Daddy.

He part cannon hisself.
Never know when he going off.

Cannoneers, load!

Sorry I'm late, massa.
Just got back.

Your father's been
anxious to see you.

My father?

Chicken George ain't
no cock-and-bull story, boy!

Here's our Daddy hisself.

And he's got lots of real good
stories to tell, too.

Got no time for stories.
Got too much work now.

Daddy.

We're getting quite
the collection on the farm.

Every nigger
but the Lost Tribe of Israel.

How long you plan on visiting
with us, Chicken George?

Oh, I ain't visiting.

I told Mr. Murray I'm living
here now with my family.

Mrs. Murray relies
on Matilda.

Having your father here has...
has brightened her mood.

- Ready.
- That's a great kindness, sir,

to be with my children again.

Cannoneers, commence firing!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Is everyone all right?

Breech exploded.
What went wrong?

Need more precision
on the ball.

Ain't truly round.

How the hell do you know that?

- By my hands.
- Nonsense.

Bamboozle my father.

You lie to me, I'll string you up
by your toes.

Collect the pieces.

Ashford, get over here
and help clean this up.

Mr. Murray think
real highly of you, son.

I keep on his good side.

Ain't no good side
for no slave.

Any good side dry up faster
than rain in a summer field.

Bet on it.

Betting is your game, not mine.

If Massa Murray want to play papa to me,
I'm gonna let him.

Do anything to make it easier
for my family.

Ain't every nigger get made the fool
by his white daddy.

- There we go.
- There she is.

Bring another plate out here.

You can't slow down?

Miss Nancy's barkin' orders like
she runnin' the farm already.

She can bark all she want.

We just got to see
if her bite is bad as his.

Her folks here?

Both her folks died and left her
a place in Raleigh.

She's a book-smart lady.

Frederick fell for her as easy
as a slip on a river rock.

What's wrong, son?

Them boys right there?

They Mr. Frederick
boyhood friends.

They ain't even gonna let Abe Lincoln
on the ballot in North Carolina.

That's my mama's song.

Every band in the county
plays it now.

It's changed some,
but always the same.

I can hear Mama Kizzy humming it.

These folks don't know
where it come from.

Well, we do, mourning dove.

Dance with me.

George.
We ain't allowed.

Oh, I'm allowed to dance
with my wife.

It's been years, George.

Come on, honey.
Let's go back in.

Stop it right now.
You shouldn't be around here.

You know Massa Frederick
don't like you around here.

Boy, why don't you worry more about
they working your Irene too hard?

Go ahead, ask Massa Murray
to let her rest till the baby come,

since he looking out
for you now like a father.

Or maybe I'll just buy
my Irene free

- with all that money you won in England.
- Both of you, stop this.

I got to get back inside
to Miss Charlotte.

Took every penny I saved
to come home to my family.

Hallelujah!

Like mama's Daddy
used to preach.

The old massa sent me to England.
I ain't got no choice.

I was a slave.
What else could I do?

All I ever heard was how you wanted
to gamble your way to be free.

Ain't the truth, Daddy.
You liked it.

Ain't no right way
to be a slave.

Only thing they ever gonna
understand is this right here.

You old fool!

You keep flashing that gun around,
and we'll both be hanged from an oak tree.

Think I don't want to take my hammer
and cave in a man's head

who spits at my brothers
or... or insults mama?

But what happens next?

After they kill me or...
or sell me?

Who watches out for the family?

But that was never you,
Daddy, 'cause you...

you had to be Chicken George,
livin' the sportin' life!

Let me hold your hand.

You know who holds hands?

Mandinka warriors from Africa.

They're the strongest, toughest
boys in this whole world.

You got to teach my baby,
too, Daddy.

Don't you worry.

I got lots to teach you
about Kunta Kinte.

As your lawyer, I'd prefer you to refrain
from shooting Chicken George.

A trial requires my valuable time,
even played as a farce.

Here's where you say
you have a smarter idea.

I have a smarter idea.

North Carolina law's clear.

Now, freedom granted to any slave
shall be upon the express condition

that he leave the state within 90 days
and never return.

How long has he been
on your farm?

Over two months now.

On the 91st day,
you can seize him and sell him.

Why quibble over days
when you can just take him?

No, no, keep it by the book.

Old Chicken George will find out
I'm a bag of nails compared to my father.

- You leaving here tonight.
- I'm right where I should be.

Is this all the bread
you could find?

Frederick and his friends ate through
the pantry like a plague of locusts.

- Matilda, hold on.
- James will drive you to the Durham road.

And don't go waving these papers
talking about you free.

Might as well throw a stone
at a wasp nest.

Get the small cart ready.

We won't tell your brothers
or your sisters

until your Daddy is far away.

I ain't leaving.

Hey.

Mr. Murray ain't that bad,
and as for Frederick...

And I'm telling you Massa Murray
grows older every day.

Can't control Frederick.

He is as bad as they come.

He'll make your life a torment,

then sell you Mississippi way
or kill you.

I ain't scared of that boy.

I can't leave you again.
And I won't.

No.

I prayed so hard
that you would come back,

and we'd be free together,

even after Massa Murray
sold the children.

But if we can't be free together,
at least you'll be free.

I know what
Mama Kizzy would say.

"Do what your grandfather
would do.

Keep moving north,
and don't ever look back."

Promise me.

I promise.

For now, I'll go.

I don't know how,

and I don't know when,

but I know I will be back for this.

And next time, I ain't wavin'
no papers to be free.

Ain't asking no permission
from nobody.

Next time, my mourning dove,
I'm coming to take you.

Take it, son.

I'll make sure he does, Daddy.

Hyah.

Maria wants her Daddy
'fore he goes to work.

Oh, my hands are rough
as tree bark.

Talk to her.
Tell her 'bout Kunta Kinte.

Where'd you hear that name?

Chicken George said Kunta Kinte
made these for Mama Kizzy.

Your granddaddy from Africa.
The one they stole on a ship,

then cut his foot off
so he wouldn't run off.

Ain't got no time
for stories now, Irene. Come on.

Chicken George said the Africans
say special words for a new baby.

Say stories
bigger than Bible stories.

Irene, when my... my Daddy
gets to talking, telling stories,

it's best stop listening now.

So, here.
Here.

Right here, sir. Got these
special England papers.

All right, I got room
for two niggers up on top.

- I got money.
- Show me money and papers.

The rest can turn around.

- Right here.
- Hey, hey, hey, say, boss.

Say, boss.
We free men.

We ought to be riding
inside this cab.

No niggers inside.

Easy, now, son,
or ain't none of us gettin' on.

There's a war startin', old man,
sooner than later.

I need to put some miles
between me and here.

You know there ain't gonna be no safe
place once these crackers start shootin'.

Hey, watch...
watch out, watch out.

Hey, hey, hey,
here, here, here.

What the hell is this, boy?

That says I'm supposed to be
inside that carriage.

It's just
a slip of old newsprint.

You. You, up top.

- We could ride on the back.
- That's it. No more room.

The rest of you have
to wait for the next one.

Well, you handled that real good,
didn't you, son?

Well, joke's on that cracker.
I can't read a word.

Get on it.
Come on.

Ah... Cyrus.

Owned by the Brickle farm,
Virginia.

Caught me runnin' off
into Pennsylvania,

sent me down to Tennessee.
I run off twice more.

George. Chicken George.
Free man for true.

It don't seem
to be helpin' me much.

Hmm, well, I tell you what,
Chicken George, let's say we start walkin'

'fore some Johnny Reb
try and put us back in chains.

They say a nigger make his way
up to a Union fort,

he can get a gun and fight.

So, uh, what you waitin' on,
Chicken George?

If you're moving in with us
once we're married,

why fuss with this?

Ostentatious,
don't you think, darling?

I think I agree
with whatever you say.

Too ordinary.

I can forge anything you want,
Miss Nancy.

Uh, I got all kinds
in my wagon.

Would you like to come choose
with me, Frederick?

I defer to your
superior judgment.

- That the right answer?
- Always.

Signal me if Frederick comes.

I thought
he couldn't hear anything.

Jerusalem is deaf and mute,

but if you face him,
he can read lips.

South Carolina is calling a convention
to vote on secession.

Once they leave the Union,

states like North Carolina are just gonna
fall in line like trees in a hurricane.

- Don't know nothing about that, ma'am.
- Yes, you do. You read the newspapers.

Matilda sneaks them from the kindling.
I've seen her.

Most of your family reads.
That is a marvel.

Ma'am, don't say
nothin' more, ma'am.

Tom, I'm a spy for the North.

I'm here to gather information
for Mr. Pinkerton in Washington.

Intelligence, he calls it.

Mr. Murray is aware of the Confederacy's
plans for weapons and explosives.

You have a road pass,
and he trusts you, Tom.

Will you help me?

Nobody gonna hurt
a fancy lady like you.

We slaves.

They'll cut us down like wheat in a field
and won't think twice.

I-I can't.
I won't.

What's taking so long?

This nigger trying
to get money out of you?

They're like children,
always begging for more.

No, darling.
But you know us women.

Beautiful things dazzle us.
I just need time to decide.

Company, attention!

March!

There.
Much better.

A Major has to impress his men.

As long as I impress you.

Let's be careful, Daddy.

Gentlemen, uh, this boy Tom's
the king of hooves.

He knows more about a horse's feet
than the horse himself.

I expect you
to look after every shoe

on every horse
in our company every night.

Yes, sir... uh, Major.

Good shoes make good horses,
and good horses win wars.

Who's really in command
of this company, Frederick?

I report
to one commander, boys.

Now, let's get this company
ready for battle.

You reckon, uh, them Johnny Rebs
gave up huntin' us?

Sure, Chicken George.

I reckon they changed their mind all about
niggers going to fight for Abe Lincoln.

You reckon you're too old
for this, Chicken George?

What's new, boy?

Man gave me this.

You ain't got to unfold it.
Just give it here.

I ain't much good with words.

Well, you know,
I got a notion to read, but...

"Memphis Battery D,

2nd United States
Light Artillery

seeks volunteers
of African descent."

Oh, that's us.

"Pay... $13 a month."

$13 a month?
I'll fight two wars for $13 a month.

Man said there was a recruiting
office on Knoxville Turnpike.

Shh, shh.

Ohh! Go!

Run, run!

Go, George.

- How?
- Move!

Come back here, boy!

Whew.

You going
the wrong way, George.

Chicken George,
you going the wrong way.

What are you doing?

You ride much, Cyrus?

Don't trust these tough buggers
one bit myself.

But let's go.
Come on.

- Come on.
- Let's find us Memphis Battery.

Shut up and keep still!

Shut up!

Please, no!

No! No!

Get out of here.
Now, Tom...

- Shut up, I said!
- Tom...

- Come on, now.
- Help!

Who that is?

- Irene!
- No!

- That's my wife. Get off me.
- No!

- Come on, now.
- Break his wrists if you have to!

- No, please!
- Hold him down!

I'm not gonna hurt her
unless you make me.

- Irene!
- Tom!

You gonna wait there and let me
and my boys get through with it.

Tom.

Just tell me
what you want me to do.

Confederate officer,
Major John Marrett,

has arrived here
on his way to Augusta.

The South's rushing to build a new arsenal
and it must be stopped.

- Nigger doing his job, ma'am?
- Fine, thanks.

Well, hurry it up, boy.

The dispatches he carries
have the designs and supply routes.

What do I do?

Help us kill him on his way south.
Then we'll take the plans north.

You're talking.
You're a fake?

Don't get all boiled into a jelly.
Charles Montpelier.

Mr. Pinkerton asked Charles to cross
into slave territory to guide me.

He's putting his life at risk.

Kill that Major... my whole family
be at risk, too.

Only ain't their choice.

I have a family, too, Tom.
Wife, four children.

I miss them every day.

But the truth is I couldn't live
in safety any longer,

not knowing how
my people suffered as slaves.

How do we stop
three riders, Tom?

Frederick and his troops
will be gone,

and Marrett only has
an escort of two men.

Massa Murray built hand charges
he copied from a Northern grenade.

Toss 'em like a rock.

Stop 'em for sure.

Can you get them?

He stores them away
from the house.

All right.
Once we have the intelligence,

Nancy will head for Philadelphia,
and I'm for the Union lines.

They'll blame us, not you.

Well, not if they catch me.

Tom, what you doing?

Oh, shh.

Go back to sleep now.

Why are you up so early?

Irene, the way to help me...
don't ask me anything.

Chicken George used to say

his mama used to talk
to Kunta Kinte all the time.

Said the African used to come to her
when she was scared.

Don't know if it's for true,
but maybe ain't no difference.

It's the askin' him to help us
makes the difference.

Throw the grenade
and try to kill all of them,

then we can take
the plans off the Major's body.

After that,
you double back to the farm.

Frederick and the Rangers are away,
so nobody's gonna miss you.

Hey.

Kneel with me, Tom.

Come on.

When it comes to standing up
for a cause, help me, Lord,

that I remain a candle
in the storm,

and let no evil...

smother my low,
but powerful, glow.

- Amen.
- All right.

Go on. Go on.

They sent me back
with new dispatches for Major Marrett.

Well, you just missed him, Frederick.
He's already left for Augusta.

Well, tell Tilda to fry me up
a dozen eggs.

I'll be back 'fore they're cold.
We'll catch up to him.

Be safe.

Come on, come on.

Go. Go.

It can't be much further.

It was over here.
This way. Come on.

Whoa.

Whoa.

We caught one of the assassins,
but there were two.

The other escaped
in the forest.

I'm sure you'll find the other criminal.

Yes, we will.

I'm just thankful
that you weren't hurt.

So am I, my love.

You're always so thoughtful
and concerned for me and my family.

Oh, did I...

did I mention that you know
the one we caught?

How could that be possible?

Jerusalem.

Get up.

Get up.

Did you know he speaks?

Of course, with a little bit
of prompting,

perhaps you'll have more success
encouraging him to reveal his secrets.

This is unseemly.
I'm going back to the house.

Darling!

Ask your nigger who is he,
besides a spy and a murderer.

Why was he working for you?

And ask him the names
of all of his conspirators,

everyone who intrigued
with him.

Do this,
and I will spare his life.

Of course... we already know
you were involved.

Do you?

We searched your house,

found your letters
to Mr. Pinkerton,

notes on our troop movements.

String him up, boys.

Wait!

Wait, wait.

If I tell you what you want,
will you spare him?

What choice do you have
but to try me?

His name's Charles Montpelier.

He's a minister, an editor,
a teacher from Philadelphia...

...and a dear friend.

Why would you do this to me?

I believe men and women
can't be owned like cattle.

I believe slavery is evil.

You pray in a church
to a loving God,

but you defend this sin against men
and women created in His image?

This is a chance
to save your soul.

Frederick!

Frederick!

Frederick, listen to me!
Listen to me.

You send Nancy...
you send her to Richmond

and let the authorities
handle this matter.

The war has confused
many honorable people, son.

Daddy, she is
a liar and a traitor.

Take him.
Take him away.

- Unhand me.
- Get up, get up.

Listen to me, Frederick.
You do not disobey me, son.

Enough, Daddy.

You give me one name...

just one,
and I'll send you to Richmond.

Who else was involved?

The intrigue was my own.

There's no one else.

Ride!

Ride!

No higher. No higher.

Let this boy take his time.

You... you love
this nigger more than me!

Frederick, you stop this!
You stop this!

- Get off me!
- Let her go! Toomey, grab him.

- Let her go!
- Frederick.

Clingman, give me my rope.

- Listen to your father, Frederick.
- Ballard.

Anderson, give me another rope.
That is a direct order.

No, Frederick, I forbid this!
Not on my farm!

Not on my farm!

Don't you do this, Frederick!
Don't you do this!

Keep moving.

Pick it up in the back.

Can't hardly feel my feet.

Think the Major ever
gonna give his horse a rest?

Not unless it stands up and beg.

Captain said Fort Pillow's
on real high ground.

Hard to get at.

- Should be plenty safe.
- Mm-hmm.

Don't you be no fool, boy.
Not one of us safe.

No, not from that nigger-hating
Reb Nathan Forrest.

Heard his head turns full round

when he sees a nigger
in a blue uniform.

And they say
this war about over.

That's for true. The South's
just about broken in two.

Keep moving.
Keep moving, men.

- Boy, don't you do nothing foolish now.
- Stay together.

Sometimes you got to keep what's
in your head quiet, right?

Yeah, uh-huh.
Don't you worry.

I ain't gonna do nothing...
nothing foolish at all.

Whoa.

Hey, say, when we gonna get our sidearms
and rifles so we can fight, Major?

You have a job, boy,
at your battery.

Keep those cannons barking.
Do that and make me proud.

Make you proud.
Get me killed by a Reb.

I decide myself I want
to get shot.

You give me a rifle, and I fight
for my own damn freedom.

- All right, Private.
- Hyah!

Don't mean nothing by it, sir.
Just too much sun.

Makes him loopy.

Boy, you ever keep
your goddamn mouth shut?

I'm just tryin' to help
these white boys win this war, is all.

Get your ass back in line.

Ah...

Battery, fire!

Double canister.
Load, load!

Come on!

Advance the round!

Move that punch.
Them Rebs ain't waiting on you!

Can't hold them off!

Battery!

Can't get an angle
on these sons of bitches.

- It won't go down.
- We got to move this gun down!

That's two degrees!
We got to do better!

Ready! Fire!

The cannons are overshooting!

Advance!
Go!

It's not gonna happen!
Get down!

Get down, boys!
Come on!

Get in here!
Come on!

How'd I end up here?

Man said if I joined the Union boys,
they'd take me back up North with them.

When we leave here,
you gonna be just fine.

Go wherever you want. You leave here,
you gonna be a free man. You hear me?

I'm gonna blow
your brains out, boy!

Chain you to my mule, nigger!

Nathan Forrest
don't take nigger prisoners!

- Hear that?
- That ain't good news.

Why aren't you
manning your battery?

No good, sir!
Barrel won't suppress enough.

We shooting
straight over their heads!

Major Booth gonna surrender
the fort, sir?

Major Booth's dead, but I'm sure Major
Bradford will make the honorable choice.

The honorable choice would have
been to give us rifles.

We could have ran
them Rebs back over that hill.

Move! Move! Move!
We're not safe here!

- Don't stop! Go.
- Get that side arm, George.

Get down, get down!

We surrender now!
We surrender!

We surrender!

Don't shoot!

We gonna surrender now, too?

You hang on now.
Not so sure.

Them white boys giving up.
Why can't we, George?

You stay right here.

- Wait, wait.
- I got to go.

Fool.

I surrender!
I surrender!

Don't shoot!

I don't want no more!

I don't want no more!

Come on,
kill those nigger bastards...

every last one of them!

- I'm gonna kill them.
- You won't get two steps! Move!

- ♪ Oh, how long, how long ♪
- George!

♪ Before the sun goes down? ♪

- ♪ Oh, how long, how long ♪
- No! No! No!

- ♪ Before the sun goes down? ♪
- Stop! Stop! Stop!

♪ I wish I had a title
when I was young ♪

♪ Before the sun goes down ♪

♪ I never woulda
had-a this race to run ♪

♪ Before the sun goes down ♪

♪ Oh, how long, how long ♪

♪ Before the sun goes down? ♪

♪ Oh, how long, how long ♪

♪ Before the sun goes down? ♪

They shot 'em.

They shot them all...
all the colored boys.

They was just trying
to surrender.

How you do something like that?

What kind of men are they?

Maybe ain't men.
Maybe something else.

Something come out in war.

You know what
you doing, George?

I got a rough idea.

No!

You know, you's a good, old man,
Chicken George.

Ah...

Tell me a story, George,
about the African.

My granddaddy is Kunta Kinte.

He a Mandinka warrior they stole away
across the ocean on the Kamby Bolongo.

Ka-Kamby...
Kamby Bolongo.

That's... that's a big river,
like the Mississippi?

That's right. Kunta Kinte
could ride and swim.

Couldn't no man break him.

I figure I got
some new stories now.

This young boy named Cyrus...
can't nobody tell him nothing.

But the way I see it,

that boy saved an old man like me
in a hard, hard place.

Wait a minute. Wait.
Wait a minute, George.

Listen, my mama had a prayer

she used to say to me
back when I was sick.

You know,
before they sold me off.

- Now would be the time.
- I know.

I know, oh, Lord,
my flesh may fail,

but God is the strength
of my heart.

Hey, come see this.

Get your ass out here
and come and see this!

You know this herd, James?

Look like Massa Anson's cows,
but that's four miles from here.

Well, why his slaves
ain't stop them from wandering?

I've been up by the big house.
Everybody gone.

- Gone?
- All of them.

Where they gone?

Mom!

Hey, hey!

Hey!

- General Lee's gone home.
- What?

The war's over for good.

Overseer can blow his work horn
all he wants, but we ain't slaves no more.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
ain't no more secession?

Not one more day.

I heard it from a white man
down at the courthouse.

Hey say Robert Lee...
he know he done for.

And so he gave him his horse
and his sword,

but old Ulysses
wouldn't take it.

He just said,
"You go on home now.

Stop this foolishness."

So I tell you this war is over,
and we ain't slaves!

Tom, right now,
right here, we free.

- Mama.
- Is it true?

Blessed is this earth...

'cause my people lie beneath it.

Blessed is the rain,
because it moistens their faces.

Blessed is the wind...

because it carries
their names back to us.

Kunta Kinte.

Belle.

Mama Kizzy.

Miss Malizy.

Sarah.

My children,

Louis, Mary, and George Jr.

My Daddy, Benjamin Lyon.

And my husband, George.

I'm so thankful this war is done.

Just don't ask me
to heft up my skirt and dance.

I can't measure these days
in flags and armies.

Only in the ones
that I'm missing.

Out here, working
just as hard as before.

Not a bad idea
if you want to eat.

Didn't know "free"
meant hungry.

We'd like to know
where we stand, sir.

What we supposed
to do about food?

You done locked all the sheds.
You moved all the hogs.

We don't even know where the...
where the grain got taken.

Well, I'm happy
to announce that, uh,

every three acres of my land
that you clear and plant,

I'll pay you one chicken
and one hog.

And you can rent back, uh, farmland
and your cabins at a fair price.

A fair price?

- For the massa or the nigger?
- We'll think on it a while.

Well, be of good cheer.
Things will improve.

I thought we won that damn war.

Who is this coming?

- This the... this the Murray farm?
- Yes, sir.

Can we help you, friend?

Can you help me?
Maybe you can. Maybe you can't.

Well, you need
to state your business.

No.

First, I need you
to answer my question.

And you best get it right.

Who is Kunta Kinte?

No more than 20 of us colored boys
make it out of Fort Pillow alive.

Oh, no. Ol' Nathan Forrest
couldn't kill us fast enough.

After I got shot,
me and George,

we took to the woods,
then to the river.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, you must be Tom.

He said you had arms
as big as cannonballs.

Say you were smarter
than Jeff Davis' own engineers.

He said you were
the hunger in his heart.

He did.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Mighty fine food here.

What happened to my husband?

Old George,
he carried me to the hospital.

That was long after
he cut off my arm here.

- Grandpa cut off his arm?
- Son.

Yes.

Yes, he did.
It's okay.

Only reason I'm alive now.

Old George say
he was gonna walk home.

Say that's what a Mandinka
warrior would do.

And then a man showed up.

Reverend Garland, was it?
Yeah.

Reverend Garland said he had
a church outside of Sewanee

kept getting shot at by
old, no-good white boys...

uh, the Bushwhackers.

Say they was stealin' and killin' niggers
left and right.

Stealin' from white folks, too.

They was looking for colored soldiers
to help them fight back.

Old George...

he was the first to volunteer.

Ha.

You sure this boy
ain't around the bend?

I reckoned you'd say that.
Reckon I would, too.

Old George told me to bring this back
in case he ain't make it.

There.

I miss old Chicken George,
his Africa stories.

Yeah.

Bring him back to me.

I'm coming with you, Tom,
to find Daddy.

Can't, James.
You watch over mama.

Hey, boy. Hey.

You know Reverend Garland
in Sewanee?

My Daddy called Chicken George.

Chicken George.
Did you ever hear of him?

H-hey.

Hey.

Hey!
Hey, hold up now!

As soon as you load up,
move out. Don't wait.

Them Bushwhackers gone for now.
They gonna come back.

Quickly.
Let's go.

Do not stop until we get
to Henning, Tennessee.

I'll meet you all there.

Godspeed.

Let's load it up.

Daddy?

Daddy, it's Tom.

It really is you.

Thought I was having
another dream.

Cyrus said you had a rough go.

It's time to come home now.

You need to get on your feet,
move out.

Not safe here.

I'm not coming with you.

I'm going home... Carolina...
with my son.

I understand.

You've done more than enough
for us, George,

chasing off those Bushwhackers.

You saved our lives.

The war might be over,

but some white men
ain't never gonna let it go...

ain't never gonna accept us being free.

I do know one thing...

the Lord don't take
no steps backwards.

And we ain't giving up
our freedom.

Henning...
own some land there.

Gonna make it safe
for our people.

God's watching over you.

- Let's move out.
- Get a move on, Daddy.

Come on, now, boys.
We going home.

How'd you find me, boy?

A boy brought me to you.

Dressed in this blue cloth
on his body and his head.

Brought me straight to you.

- Blue cloth on his head.
- Mm-hmm?

Ain't got no boy like that here.

Well, hey.

I thought you might
be needing this.

You're a good boy.

Come on, Daddy.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry up.
Come on.

This way, this way.

- Come on.
- Get over there.

Move up, move up!

Come on, Daddy, let's go!

Come on.
Keep it moving, Daddy.

Go, go.
Get up.

We make that Union line,

them Bushwhackers
won't follow us.

We almost there.
Just keep moving.

Run, boy.

Got Bushwhackers
up on the ridge!

Turn right back.
You ain't welcome here.

What?
Y'all heard them shots.

Got Bushwhackers behind us.
Killed some of us already.

- Come on.
- That's not our trouble.

Not since President Lincoln
got shot dead.

What?

Some Southern traitor put a bullet
in poor old Abe's head.

Now I'm tired of you people.

Ain't enough
we already fought for you.

Now, we truly sorry
about Mr. Lincoln, sir,

- but we got Bushwhackers...
- This is a military camp.

We don't have stuff
for niggers.

- Get out of here!
- Stop.

This man is Memphis Battery!

Fought at Fort Pillow!

Look at his damn uniform!

A uniform don't make a soldier.
Not to me.

We've given our blood
for you people.

- Oh, what about our blood?
- Tell him, corporal.

What about the blood we gave
for this country?

- For years!
- Easy now.

He got every right to be here!

Hey, hold on.

Hold on just
one cotton-picking second!

Y'all... y'all don't know
who you got there.

That right there...

it's best damn blacksmith
in the whole damn Union.

That's who he is.

Let me tell you now, that boy...
he got rare, mystical skills,

passed down
by Mandinka craftsmen.

That's on the Kamby Bolongo
in Africa.

One time, I saw him patch a cannon

by sitting on the muzzle
and hammering it as it fired!

When that hammer broke,

he just carried on pounding it
with his fists!

Look at him...
arms like cannonballs!

Yes, sir, he can fix a rifle,

mend a saddle,
patch pots and pans.

That boy can smooth a knot
from a twisted axle

like a pretty girl pull tangles
from her hair.

And y'all want to chase him off?

Come on, now.

You'll be the first soldier boys
home sitting up in your own bed,

eating on your mama's home
cooking.

Who wants to smell mama's
gravy right now? Amen!

Amen!

If that boy can shoe horses,
we can use him.

Let them all in.

Everybody fall out.
Back to work.

Come on, now.

Y'all get a little
something to eat.

♪ I fear, I fear,
my mother, dear ♪

♪ I fear I've come to harm ♪

♪ No more to see her lovely face... ♪

Now, I... I could be wrong.

I got a notion about that boy
who brought you to me.

Suppose you gonna tell me
he was a Mandinka spirit?

Nope.

Gonna tell you he was Kunta
Kinte hisself,

same as came to my mama.

♪ By the old barn gate ♪

♪ My soul will pass you by ♪

I know you ain't over there thinking
I can't do this by myself, is you?

No, sir.
I think that'd be kind of risky.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

- "A"?
- Mm-hmm.

- "B"?
- Yeah.

"C"?

Oh.

Jesus.

George.

George!

George!

Hey, Tom.

How you doing?

George. Oh.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Old Chicken George.

About goddamn time
you made it here, old man.

I'm giving you a chance to learn
how to work a field.

Oh, will you now?

Stand him.
Stand him up right.

Oh, hang on.

Oh, that... that was nothing.

Took out 20 men.

Neither one of us
got a scratch on us.

Mr. Murray, we all leaving.

Well, surely, we can
work out something, Tom.

A-an extra chicken or two,
if... if that helps.

Thank you, sir,
but Henning, Tennessee,

is gonna have shops run
by our own people.

Not that we won't take money
from the white folk.

Money ain't got no color.

Tom, I don't know if
you'll take my words to heart,

but I wish you
and your family good fortune.

There was a time when we were
working together, I felt...

Well... Godspeed.

You niggers
ain't going nowhere.

- Frederick.
- You got to pay 'fore you leave.

Don't have to ask you, Frederick.
Talking to your daddy.

I told you I would handle this, Frederick.

- My daddy's a fool.
- Son.

I want every penny you earned
on this farm as a blacksmith.

Made a lot more money
for this farm.

Goodbye, sir.

Son, son!

You think anything's changed

- 'cause the war's over?
- Frederick, please.

Them Union boys
gonna be home soon enough,

but I'll still be right here,
and plenty of men just like me.

We will redeem this country and put
you people back where you belong.

It's just natural law.

I won't never see a nigger
be my equal.

Don't have no interest
in being your equal, Frederick.

No, no!

F-Frederick!
Oh, my God!

First good thing
my Daddy ever did for me.

- Yeah, we're ready.
- All right, baby.

Are you guys ready?

All right, let's get the kids in there.

Well, Chicken George, I reckon
it's time I be moving on.

I thank you kindly
for everything,

and you...
you're all nice folks.

But after all, you...
you's all family.

And you're not my family.

We are now,
if you want us to be.

Hmm.

Well, that doesn't sound
so bad, now does it?

Not bad at all.

- Can I come in?
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Yeah, she gonna be a strong one,
just like my mama.

Mm-hmm.

You are so beautiful.

Irene, give me the baby?

- Tom, what's wrong?
- It's all right.

Tom.

Get back.

W-what do I do, Daddy?

Tell me now.
What...

How do they... how do I...

...give her
her name the right way?

Son, I can't...

I can't say I know for sure.

Just talk to her.

I don't know any Africa words.

I don't know if this
is the right time,

or I don't know if the sky looks
the way it's supposed to be, but...

I know you my first baby
not born a slave.

First baby nobody can own.

But that don't mean
you don't have to be a warrior.

Still gonna have
to fight to stay free.

Every day.

Always gonna be someone wants
to take away your freedom.

And I can't keep
this family together

if I don't teach you
where we come from,

who we are...

...if I don't remember
who I am.

So that's why I got
to tell you this story.

So I can be the father
I want to be.

His name was Kunta Kinte,

son of Omoro and Binta Kinte,

from Juffure, in the kingdom of Niumi
on the Kamby Bolongo.

Flying home from The Gambia,

I knew I had to write
a book about him.

My ancestors would be a symbol
for millions of slaves,

all of them seeds of American
families living today,

captured, chained,
sailed across the same ocean

in ships
where untold numbers died.

Sold to thousands
of plantations,

millions of men and women
who struggled to survive

and fought to be free every day.

The truth can never be known.

It can only be told in a story.

There once was a boy who
was taken from his family

and carried halfway
around the world.

He lived to start a new family.

And in his journey, he became
a hero for a new nation.

I hope my story honors him,

brings peace
and pride to us all.

♪ And when the door closes ♪

♪ Another one opens ♪

♪ I walk through it ♪

♪ With my head up ♪

♪ At the end of a desert ♪

♪ There's always an ocean ♪

♪ And when the night fades away ♪

♪ The sun comes up ♪

♪ New beginning ♪

♪ Oh, it's just a new beginning ♪

♪ Oh... ♪