All language subtitles for Roots (1977) S01E01 Part I (1080p BluRay HEVC x265 10bit E-AC3 2.0)[DHB]_[und]-engh

(MONKEYS SCREECHING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

(WOMAN GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(STRAINING)

Omoro!

(BABY CRYING)

We have a very strong son.

Being born is hard work.

We will give him a very good life.

We've given him life, Binta.

Good or not good,
that is for Allah to say.

(CRYING)

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

What do you call him?

We call him baby boy.

And we'll go on calling him that

until his father decides
on a name for him

eight days from today.

(MEN LAUGHING)

-Peace be unto you.
-And unto you, brother.

Brima Cesay, you are the most important
man in the village, huh.

-Yes, that is true.
-(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, tell me, which is best?
You know about these things.

Should a child be named
after a person or a thing?

Omoro, there are no rules.

Whether it's a person or a thing,

the child will take on seven of
the characteristics of that name.

A person or a thing?
It shall be for you to choose.

I hope, Brima Cesay, that a man of
your great learning will not be offended

if I say that you've helped me
a very small amount.

Omoro, tell me this.

Do you believe your wife,
Binta, has been faithful to you?

Binta...

(CHUCKLING)
Brima, why, yes. I know she has.

Then you're truly the father
of the child born to Binta?

Yes.

If the child is truly yours,
then so is the problem.

I have lessons I must teach.

(FROGS CROAKING)

(BABY GURGLING)

Kunta Kinte.

Behold,

the only thing greater than yourself.

Three years at the helm of the Mary Rose.

Very impressive, Captain Davies,
very impressive.

Thank you, Mr. Vilars.

May I ask why you left the Mary Rose?

The vessel was sold to another owner,

and that owner refused
to honor my contract, so I left.

Hmm.

As simple as that?

Either a man keeps his word to me
or he does not.

The owners of the Mary Rose did not.

There was nothing further to discuss.

Well, Captain, your credentials are
fine ones. It's the best I've seen.

Good enough to lay any doubts to rest.

Captain Davies, your vessel, sir.

-The Lord Ligonier?
-The same.

She'll be seaworthy
by the end of the month.

CAPTAIN DAVIES: And her cargo will be?

Tobacco, from here to the mother country,

hardware of various sorts,
from England to the Gambian coast,

there to pick up any available spices.

Uh, what need of the hardware, may I ask?

Captain, our main cargo
will consist of slaves.

We'll be taking on slaves.

I see.

Welcome aboard.

(LAUGHING)

Kunta Kinte, Kunta Kinte!

There is still much food in your bowl,
come finish it.

-But, Mother, I'm all--
-No, you are not. Come finish it.

(HENS CLUCKING)

Yes, Mother.

How does the she-goat look to you, Kunta?

Hmm. Her belly grows every day.
She'll have the kid soon, I think.

Before the next moon. Maybe twins.

If she drops twins, you would find
some way to take the credit.

My breakfast bowl is empty now.

There are goats to be fed.

-Yes, Mother.
-OMORO: Take care.

Yes, Father, I will.

He does a good job with our goats,
you know.

I know.

You might tell him so.

He tells himself often enough.

He's 15 rains, Binta.

And all boys of 15 rains
have a partnership with impatience.

That will pass.

As quickly as yours passed, Omoro?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(GOATS BLEATING)

Kunta, it is so.
I know it is absolutely so.

But if you know, then how are we
taken to manhood training?

A boy has a hood placed over his head.

Then he is taken away
to the secret place of manhood.

When he returns he knows all the things
that men must know.

And his fotoo is like that of a man's.

His fotoo?

The fotoo of a man and the fotoo of
a child are not the same, you know that.

But do you know
how this difference gets done?

There is cutting and blood.

(LEOPARD ROARS)

The she-goat!

SITAFA: Kunta, come back!

(LEOPARD SNARLING)

(GROWLS)

Hyah!

(GROWLING)

Hyah! Hyah!

Can I help?

I must do it.

Father.

OMORO: The she-goat?

Yes, Father. There was a leopard.

You're not harmed?

No. I drove it off, but--

Drove it off? How?

How did you drive it off?
All you have is a slingshot.

That's what I used.

There is much you have to learn, Kunta.

Yes, my father.

Well, the first thing you must learn
is that all men make mistakes.

I lost a goat to a lion
when I was your age.

(CHUCKLES)

This I received from the lion,
and I learned.

Now you must learn from this thing
that's happened to you.

Never run towards
any dangerous animal. Never.

Do you understand me?

-Yes, Papa.
-You said?

-Yes, Father.
-Good.

Then that is all that needs to be said
on this matter between you and me.

Don't forget to bring firewood
to your mother.

No, Father, I will not forget.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(CLATTERS)

We took on 250 pair of wrist shackles.

Two hundred and fifty, yes. Go on.

Same number of neck rings, sir.

Two hundred and fifty neck rings.

-Chains and shackles to outfit properly.
-Yes.

-Two dozen thumbscrews.
-Thumbscrews?

Aye, sir.

Are those necessary, Mr. Slater?

They have an advantage to them, sir.

If you're looking to punish a nigger,
especially a young nigger bitch,

that's one way of doing it
without marring the skin

and knocking down the purchase price.

Mr. Slater, have you ever seen a thumb
that's been subjected to a thumbscrew?

Oh, yes, sir. Many a time.

But you see, Captain,

a comely nigger bitch is rarely purchased
for the way her thumbs look.

Thumbscrews, two dozen.

Last item.

Two branding irons marked double "L"
for the Lord Ligonier.

Aye, Captain. Necessary.

Weigh anchor tomorrow, Captain?

No.

We'll stay dockside for two more days.

I've always preferred
to set sail on the Sabbath.

Seems the Christian thing to do.

Aye, Captain. Whatever you say.
Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Slater.

(CLANKS)

KUNTA: Mother, do you know
what Sitafa said today?

BINTA: How would I know?

He said that some of the boys have heard

the sound of axes and hammers
in the woods.

He said some think it's the white tubaab.

-But do you know what I think?
-I do not.

I think there is work being done

in the secret place where boys are taken
for manhood training.

That's what I think.

That's possible.

Do you think I'm right?

Kunta, women do not know of such things.

I do not believe women should
even be speaking of such things.

Kunta.

Kunta.

You have been a very good boy.

I want you to know that. A very good boy.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING) Hey! No!

Our boy has just left, a man will return.

MAN: Don't fight, boy. Come on.

This way.

You must go.

Come on, come on.

Quiet!

(LAUGHING)

Come, come.

This way.

Come, come.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Come.

Come on, move up.

Face this way.

Turning this way.

Here.

You here.

Here.

That's good.

MAN: Hoods off!

I am the Kintango.

Kintango.

As children must be careful
not to anger their fathers,

you will be careful
not to anger the Kintango.

As dry grass does not challenge the fire,
you will never challenge the Kintango.

You will do everything I tell you to do.

You will do it when I tell you,
and for as long as I tell you to do it.

I am the Kintango.

Children left Juffure village,
men are to return.

You must arrest your fears

for a fearful person is a weak person,

and a weak person is a danger
to his family,

to his village

and to his tribe.

If any are unable to become men,

you will be treated forever as children

by your families, by all in the village.

You will never be allowed to marry

for the offspring of such a marriage
will be weak

and unworthy of our people.

I will not permit you to be unworthy.

(WHISPERING) I think
he's trying to make us afraid.

They do not have to try anymore.

I'm not afraid.

KINTANGO: What is your name?

Kunta Kinte.

Kunta Kinte.

Yes, sir.

Sit.

Sit. Sit. Sit.

Who can tell me,
if there was a tribal war

and the men of the Mandinka
had the enemy surrounded on three sides,

what should be the next thing done?

Men of the Mandinka will enclose
the circle and surround the enemy.

No. The goal of war is not to Kill.

The goal of war is to win.

By surrounding the enemy, you would
force him only to fight more desperately.

If you surround him on three sides
and leave him an escape route,

he will leave your land and there will be
less blood spilled on both sides.

For a warrior of the Mandinka,
courage is not enough.

But, sir, won't an enemy who escapes alive
fight you again?

It is impossible to kill an enemy.

You may end a man's life,
but his son is now your new enemy.

A warrior respects another warrior,
even when he is his enemy.

A warrior Kills only to protect his family
or to keep from becoming a slave.

We believe not in death, but in life,

and there is no object more valuable
than a man's life.

The way of the Mandinka is not easy,

but it is best.

(WOOD BOARDS CREAKING)

Everything all right, sir?

Yes, Mr. Slater. Everything seems fine.

I was just checking to see
if all is in readiness down here.

Everything's ready, sir.
Make no mistake about that.

How many men do you estimate
we'll be able to fit in here?

Begging the captain's pardon, sir,

we'll be taking on women as well as men.

You see, women take up less space
than the bucks.

What you have to estimate
in the planning of it all

is how many women as well as how many men.

There's a certain mix

that's the most efficient
and profitable, you see, sir.

How many, Mr. Slater?

A hundred and seventy, more or less, sir.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Tell me, Mr. Slater,

how many voyages like this one
have you made?

Oh, my, sir, that's a poser now.

I'd say 18.

Eighteen?

(CHUCKLES)

That's 17 more than I've made,

so I'd be willing to admit, Mr. Slater,

that below decks,
let's say, you're the expert.

That's very kind of you, Captain.

What are they like?

The blacks?

It's just a different kind of breed, sir.

You know, like a man that breeds a dog
for hunting

and breeds another sort of dog
for his wife and children to play with.

Black breed's kind of slow at thinking
but strong.

They're suited to be slaves, sir,

just as you're suited to be commander
of this here vessel.

The natural order of things,
you might say.

Yes.

Yes, I could understand that, I suppose.

Myself, I think it's good for them,
us taking them like that.

They're better off for it, sir.

I'm not quite sure
I understand that part, Mr. Slater.

For one thing, there's Christianity, sir.

We're bringing them to a Christian land.

It's got to be better for them than
that heathen Allah they got with them now.

That's the first thing.

Second thing is,

we're probably saving them
from being eaten by their own kind.

They do that, sir, you know.
Cannibals, all of them.

Well, as I said before, Mr. Slater,

below decks, you're the expert.

I'll get us there and home again.

Can't ask no more than that, sir.

I'll keep as many alive
as can be kept alive.

Well, then,

we'll both be doing our job, Mr. Slater.

And surely that's as it should be.

Aye, aye, Captain.
You leave the cargo to me.

I speak their language, you might say.

Their language?

In a manner of speaking, sir.
They have no proper language.

No need of it. Just grunts and groans.

The ability to wrestle with skill

is the ability to uphold
the honor of your village.

It's a test of strength.

The stronger you are,
the more honor to your people.

Can learn to shoot a bow by watching.

Can learn to track in the forest
by hearing the words of great hunters.

But there is only one way
to learn to wrestle,

and that is to do it.

Who will be first?

Kunta Kinte?

Very well.

(EXCLAIMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Who will be next?

(GRUNTING)

And now who will be next?

(GROANS)

Phew!

(ALL GROANING)

I don't think I'm strong or brave enough
to be a man.

Oh, we're all strong enough.

We will all be men. You will see.

Kunta Kinte.

Kunta Kinte, a panther has courage,

so does a warthog.

Which kind of courage should a man have?

The best kind.

If it is for certain
that you are not yet a man,

and that is for certain,

then it is even more certain
that you are not a philosopher.

"The best kind" is not an answer,
Kunta Kinte.

Well, a warthog's courage, then.

Why?

Well, a warthog never retreats,
he never gives up.

And all the hunters admire
that warthog's courage.

That's right.

They all say
what a brave animal that warthog is.

That's right.

And all the hunters usually end up
killing that warthog.

They all usually end up eating
that brave warthog.

You think I should have given up today
when we were wrestling?

We were not wrestling. I was wrestling.

You were charging and flying and landing.

You were the warthog, Kunta Kinte.

Thank you for teaching me these things.

-You may go.
-Thank you.

You have already thanked me.

Oh, yes, sir.

Kunta Kinte.

I can teach you many things,
but I cannot teach you courage.

Not even a warthog's courage.

That is something you will take with you
wherever you go.

-What did he say?
-Hmm?

Oh, he just wanted me to tell him
a few things about wrestling.

Hey-- Hey, wait. What's--

(ALL LAUGHING)

MAN: Land ho!

SLATER: Where away?

MAN: Three points off the port bow, sir!

-Congratulations, sir.
-Thank you, Mr. Slater.

Africa.

-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
-(MONKEY CHATTERING)

KINTANGO: Kunta Kinte, here is your task.

You are to leave this camp
and catch a bird.

Not kill the bird, mind you, but catch it,

and return with it alive and well.

(BIRD CLUCKING)

(SQUAWKING)

-(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)

Hey, ow, wait!

-Look what you've done!
-I'm sorry!

-Father!
-I didn't mean to--

-Hey, listen. I must catch a bird.
-Father! (GRUNTS)

Father!

But, sir, I am a Mandinka warrior.

I no think you Mandinka warrior. Not yet.

Well, I'm in manhood training to become
a Mandinka warrior

and I've been assigned to--

You were assigned to speak to your elders
without first giving your name?

No. I am Kunta Kinte, a Mandingo,
from the village of Juffure.

Ah, peace to you, Kunta. I am Kadi Touray.

I am traveling with my family
to the village of Kerewan. Is it far?

Kadi Touray, I have been assigned
by my Kintango

to catch a bird
without the use of a weapon and--

And to knock over my midday meal
and not bother to put it back,

or apologize to my daughter?

No, (STUTTERS) I have been assigned to--

Kunta Kinte, my daughter, Fanta.

-Peace to you, Fanta.
-Peace to you, Kunta Kinte.

My daughter, Fanta,
that you were going to apologize to.

I apologize for not apologizing louder
when you were hitting me.

And it's one day to Kerewan.

-Peace to you, Fanta.
-Peace to you always, Kunta Kinte.

Peace to you, Mandinka warrior.
I hope you catch your bird.

(SQUAWKING)

MAN: Keep moving!

(MAN GROANING)

Hyah!

Go on, move! Move!

(GROANING)

MAN: Go on, move.

Move it.

Move it.

(SQUAWKING)

(GUN COCKS)

(CONTINUES SQUAWKING)

Damn it!

(SQUAWKING)

(BOYS GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Kunta Kinte,
are you to be a child forever?

Were you not sent to catch a bird?
Did you forget the instructions given you?

I did not forget.

Then you decided it would be better
to disobey those instructions and--

I saw white men.

What did you say?

I said I saw white men.

GARDNER: Slater!

Coming close on six months. How are you?

Six months older,
not a bit wiser, Mr. Gardner.

Like you to meet Captain Davies.

Captain Davies, sir,
this here is Mr. Gardner.

Did you bring any rum?

Yes.

Fine, let's talk.

To your health, Captain Davies.

A welcome to Africa, you understand.

Thank you, Mr. Gardner. Very kind of you.

Now then, Captain,

can you give me some idea as to
how many blacks your vessel will hold?

One hundred and seventy, Mr. Gardner.

(COUGHS)

One hundred and seventy?

You people seem to think
this is easiest thing in the world to do.

Well, it ain't. There's ships
slaving all up and down this coast.

Competition the likes of which
you ain't never seen.

If I can't catch enough blacks,
I gotta buy them from their own chiefs,

and that'd bring a tidy sum
per head these days.

Mr. Gardner, I have neither the time
nor the temperament

to sit here through
your price-raising maneuvers.

Moneys will be discussed at a later date.

The question now is, can you capture
or buy 170 healthy blacks

and deliver them
to the hold of the Lord Ligonier?

(SNICKERS)

I'll capture some, I'll buy some,
I'll fill your hold.

I'll deliver.

For the rest of your lives,
even when you have come to be men,

you must be on guard against white tubaab
and the black traitors who help them.

These things I'm going to tell you now
you must hear with more than your ears,

for not to do as I say can mean

you're being stolen away
to a place outside our world,

outside of us, forever.

Never be alone when you can help it.

Never be out at night
when you can help it.

And day or night, if you are alone,

keep away from any high weeds or bushes.

And if ever you see much smoke
away from any village,

it is probably the white man's
cooking fires, which are always too big.

And remember,
when you are close to where he has been,

his scent remains in the air.

It is a smell like a wet chicken.

And most importantly, remember that
Kunta Kinte saw the white man

less than two days' walk
from where we are now.

The white man is here.

KINTANGO: There now remains but one more
test on the path to manhood.

It has to do with your fotoos.

You have seen that the fotoo of a man
and fotoo of a child are not the same.

This difference will be brought about
in our traditional way by cutting.

Hold out your fotoos.

This paste will soon
take away the feeling,

and there will be less pain
when the time comes.

(CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

KINTANGO: This thing to be done

also was done to us,
as to the forefathers before us,

so that you will also become,
all of us, men together.

You will soon return as men
to your homes and to your farms,

and in time you will marry,

and life everlasting
will spring from your loins.

Which of you will speak to be first?

(FLUTE AND DRUMS PLAYING)

(WOMEN SINGING TRIBAL SONG)

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

I have your things all packed for you.

You are a man now,
and a man must have his own hut.

You cannot stay with us anymore,
you know that.

Of course I know that.

Yes. Your things are inside.

Here is your spoon and your bowl and cup

as well as your sleeping mat.

Ah, sleeping mat.

Now that there is plenty of room
in this corner,

I will have your father build a shelf

where I can store
my sewing needles and threads

so that your little brother
will not lose what I need to keep, and...

Your father has built a hut for you.
It is next to that of Brima Cesay.

I will find it.

And you will thank your father.

A woman should not tell a man what to do.

Excuse me.

Here are your things.

Thank you.

(LAUGHING)

KUNTA: Grandmother, peace unto you!
What are you doing?

Wait! Stop it, stop it!

Warrior! Hunter! Teacher!

You were a dirty-bottomed baby
when I first saw you.

And when you forget that,
I'll come and remind you again.

You can grow as tall as a tree,
and I will still be your grandmother.

And you will still respect me.
Do you hear me?

I hear you, Grandmother.

And do you understand
that you do not know everything,

cannot do everything,

and that Allah is still considered
greater than you?

-l understand that, yes.
-Hmm.

That's good.

But now that you are a man,
what will you do?

Sit under that tree with the other men
and make important decisions? Is that it?

I do not yet know.

Well, while you are waiting to see
what your mind tells you,

I believe there is some good thing
you can do for your mother.

There were tears when you were away
at manhood training.

Well there was sadness, Kunta.

Well, she mentioned
the building of a shelf,

but she said she would
ask my father to do that.

What about Lamin, your baby brother?

Is there something that
you can give to him?

A gift for him
would touch your mother as well.

Do you think he would like a drum?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, I know he would.

Good, then I'll make a drum
for my brother.

Tomorrow I will hunt for a log
to make such a drum.

(MONKEYS SCREECHING)

(SCREECHING LOUDLY)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(WHIP CRACKS)

Again!

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Get back in line!

GARDENER: Get in there! Get in there!

MAN 1: Hurry. Hurry.

MAN 2: Come on, move!

Come on.

MAN 3: Get in there.

-Move.
-MAN 2: Come on, go.

MAN 4: Put more irons in that fire.

MAN 2: Come on. Get up!

(MAN LAUGH)

Move!

Come on!

(MAN GROWLS)

(WOMEN SOBBING)

(GROANS)

-Next!
-MAN: Get in there! Get in there!

(WOMAN SOBBING)

MAN: Boys, give me a hand over here.

A week or two more should do it, sir.

Unless you want to wait
and carry an even 200.

I expressed my wish, Mr. Slater.

Aye, that you did, sir.

It's all a matter of philosophy.

-Philosophy?
-Aye, sir.

It's a question of loose pack
or tight pack.

Now, if we was using tight pack,
we'd pack them in laying on their sides,

like they was silver spoons,
you might say,

that way we get
14-inch shelf space to a nigger.

We can carry 200 of them.

And, um,

how many will we have left alive,
by your reckoning?

That's hard to say, sir.
More of 'em die off.

But then again, we start with more, sir.

Ah.

Well, it's my responsibility, Mr. Slater.

-One hundred and seventy will be enough.
-Aye, sir.

There's them that would agree with you.
Loose pack has its point.

Better chance of bringing more
through the passage.

Mr. Slater.

Is there another cask of rum about?

Aye, sir. I'm sure there is.
I'll see to it right now.

I was under the impression
you didn't drink, sir.

There are number of things I've done in
connection with this voyage, Mr. Slater,

that I've never done before.

(MAN SOBBING)

Kunta Kinte.

Omoro!

My son.

Kunta!

MAN 1: Come on.
Keep ‘em in line, let's go.

MAN 2: You heard him, you heard him.
Let's go. Move, move! Come on!

Come on, move. Yeah, move them. Move!

Bring them all over here.

Step along now, step along.

Come on, in you go, in you go. Come on.

(GROANS)

Come on!

All right, lock it up.

(GROANING)

(FANTA SOBBING)

Put ‘em in this one.
Put some in this one, right here.

Get back, get back.

Kunta Kinte?

MAN: All right.

Your family?

My family is well. I know they are.

Your family is well?

They'll be coming after us.

I know they will be.

You were the only one taken?

It was nighttime,

but I am sure my father fought them off.

You saw my father.

He is a very great man.

A very great warrior.

Were there many who raided your camp?

Yes.

Did you hear your father cry out?

Did he call your name?

Did he just cry out?

He just cried out.

(FANTA WHIMPERS)

You still have two sons, Binta.

But now one is
forever outside your embrace.

Forever outside of us all.

(SOBBING) Allah!

Allah!

(MAN SINGING)

SLATER: Lay aloft! Check the topsail.
MAN: Aye, sir.

Hands to the braces,

handsomely, handsomely.

Aye, sir. Topsail secure.

(MAN CONTINUES SINGING)

(LAUGHING)

SLATER: Lay the starboard sheet.

(PEOPLE COUGHING AND SOBBING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Kunta. Kunta Kinte!

Wrestler,

-will they come after us, our warriors?
-No.

No, too far away. The canoe-house
has traveled for three days now.

Our warriors will follow.

There is no trail in the water,
no trail to follow.

Then we are alone.

Oh, there are other Mandinka men.
I heard a shout, but I don't know--

(GRUNTING)

Kunta! Kunta Kinte!

Kunta, listen to me.

Listen to me.

There are other tribes.
I've heard their words.

The Wolof, the Fulani, the Serer,
and some I do not know.

We are not alone.

Wrestler, when the big canoe moved,

my stomach came up into my mouth
and spilled.

I am ashamed.

Do not be ashamed. It happened to me.

Yes. Now when my stomach comes up,
there is nothing.

Only bitter spit.

Wrestler, I am a man, a warrior!

Kunta!

We have been chained in the white man's
canoe-house for many days now.

Allah sees.

He understands.

He knows you are a man. He knows.

(PEOPLE GROANING)

Eighth day of July,
year of our Lord, 1767.

Three thousand, two hundred
and sixty-five elephant teeth,

3,700 pounds of beeswax,

800 pounds raw cotton, 32 ounces of gold,

140 Negros--

One thirty-eight, sir.

How is that, Mr. Slater?

There was that buck that went over
the side during the boarding.

If the black was not loaded,
why was he on the manifest?

There's a custom, sir.

The seller takes the risk,

then the merchandise
is delivered to the beach,

then it's on our books.

And the other?

Found him dead in the dog watch.

God save us, only eight days at sea.

(SIGHS)

Is there anything else, Mr. Slater?

Aye, sir.

It's time to get 'em above hatches
and dance 'em, sir.

Gotta have exercise,
keep them in condition.

Gives us a chance to muck out the hold.

The stench of 'em, sir.
A bile-puking smell down there.

Besides, we can cull out them
what ain't worth feeding.

Yes, yes, yes.

And look over the wenches.

(MAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

I am a Christian man
and I command a Christian ship.

-Aye, Captain.
-I will not lead any men into sin.

Sin?

Fornication.

Begging your pardon, Captain,

you ain't never sailed
a slaving ship before.

What are you getting at?

Captain, you gotta give the men
their ease in their off-duty.

Don't hurt the cargo none.

Point of fact, it's good for them.

And this is how we
bring heathen souls to Christ?

Captain, sir, if I was you,
with all respect,

I'd leave Christ gospel
to private prayer and meditation.

Oh, and Sunday meetings, of course.

Very well, Mr. Slater. That will be all.

Aye, aye, Captain.

You won't be wanting a belly-warmer then?

That will be all, Mr. Slater!

Aye, aye, Captain.

(RETCHING)

-(CHAINS JINGLING)
-(GROANING)

(MAN COUGHING)

Allah.

Allah, the merciful.

Allah,

the all-powerful.

Allah, the compassionate.

Please,

hear my prayers.

Allah.

Allah, please.

(DOOR OPENS)

SLATER: Look alive. Look alive!

Lay above deck.

(CHAIN RATTLING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN: Come on! Come on.

Get up!

What is it?

I do not know.

If they let me out of here,

I'll jump off this canoe-house
and swim to the riverbank.

MAN: Get him up!

Hurry.

(GROANING AND COUGHING)

MAN 2: Come on, come on. Let's go.
Move, move, move!

Come on, just get out of there!
Move, you monkeys.

There's no riverbank.

Wrestler, where's the riverbank?

Where is the earth?

The earth is gone.

Hurry along! Come on, boy.

Come on. Over here.

I don't blame you standing windward, sir.

They stink something fierce.

First batch on deck, sir.

Don't you want to look them over?

I do not.

Appear a likely cargo, sir.

We'll lose some to the bloody flux.

-Mr. Slater.
-Aye, sir?

Let's get them clean, please.

Aye, sir. I believe in clean cargo.

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

It pays off in pounds,
shillings and pence.

-Mr. Slater.
-Yes, sir.

MAN: On your feet.

Come on, you dirty heathens.
Move it. Let's go!

Carry on with your duties.

Aye, sir. Heave away, bo's'n!

(SCREAMING)

Get those wenches up and forward.

Handsomely!

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Get them up and dance them,
damn your eyes!

(ACCORDION PLAYING)

I want them well-danced!

I want them exercised!

Jump!

Jump!

Get them up!

(MEN LAUGHING)

All of you now.
Keep jumping. Higher. Higher!

(CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

What is it that they're saying there,
Mr. Slater?

How would a white man know that, sir?

African mumbo jumbo is what it is,
more than likely.

No.

Mr. Slater, I don't understand
a syllable of their language,

but I believe I can guess
what they're saying down there.

What might that be, sir?

They're telling us
to sleep lightly, Mr. Slater.

But then I've not slept well
since this voyage began.

I know the wherefore of that,
I believe, sir.

Possibly, Mr. Slater, possibly you do.

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

MAN: Hold it, you wait. You'll get some.

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Kunta.

Kunta.

Kunta Kinte.

You do not eat?

When I eat the white man's food,
my stomach comes up.

So does mine. But eat the food, Kunta.

Listen to me, listen carefully.

You are a warrior.

And a warrior must eat, because
he must be strong to kill his enemy.

So eat the white man's food.

Live, Kunta. Live and be strong.

Be strong to kill the white man.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(PEOPLE SOBBING)

(MAN GROANING)

(KUNTA SCREAMING)

MAN: Hey, Tom.
We got a dead one over here.

TOM: Another one?

MAN: Yeah.

Yeah, he's dead all right.

Mr. Slater!

(ACCORDION PLAYING)

There goes 100 guineas to the sharks.

CAPTAIN DAVIES: Dearest Elizabeth.

If only

you could

know

how much I regret
having taken this command,

not only because it forces me
to be apart from you and the children

but because it...

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yes? Who is it?

Mr. Slater, sir,
come with something for your chill.

Come in, Mr. Slater.

Here you are, Captain.

(WOMAN SOBS)

Mr. Slater,

I've told you my views on fornication.

Yes, sir. You did, right enough.

Just brought her as a belly-warmer, sir.

Little flesh to take the chill off
them cold sheets.

Didn't figure it'd be any problem

for a high-born Christian
white man like you, sir.

I'll be by to fetch her
in the morning, Captain.

Sleep well.

I do not approve of fornication.

My name is Thomas.

It's my Christian name.

Well, now...

What should I call you?

Of course.

You don't understand anything I say,
do you?

Oh, merciful heaven.

WRESTLER: Kunta?

Kunta?

Wrestler, I was dreaming.

I dreamed I was hunting.

Running faster than I ever ran before,
spear in my hand.

-Kunta, listen to me.
-I was hunting

a great huge bird whose wings stretched
from one riverbank to the other.

It turned and flew towards me

and I saw it was all white.

All white.

Its great flapping wings swallowed me up

and choked me.

They choked me.

I opened my eyes

and I was here.

In the belly of that terrible bird.

We will kill the white man
and we will go home.

It's in Allah's hands.

It is in our hands.
Allah made us warriors.

Mandinka warriors.

When we were up in the sun,
I counted the white men.

I saw 20 with the long knives and
killing-sticks that make smoke and fire.

Ten more are in the long poles
pulling the ropes and great cloths.

And the chief who stands and watches.

There are 40 of us who are taken up
out of here together.

I have listened.

Three more times
the Wolof beats the drums.

That means there are 160 people.

Some are women.

But at least 100 are men.

And with 100 warriors,
a chief could raid a large village

and carry off all the cattle.

With chains on their feet?

You have seen the piece of iron
they put in the hole and turn,

and the ankle-irons open?

One of them wears it around his neck.

I could get it.

If we had a plan.

If we had a signal when we could all move.

But we're different men.

We can't even talk to each other.
We're different tribes.

Men chained together are brothers.

We are all one village.

Who cannot speak the same words.

Who is Mandinka?

Who speaks the language of the Mandinka?

I am Okiyu, the wrestler,
from the village of Jaihutswa.

Who is Mandinka?

MAN: / am Mandinka.

I am Bowayo, from the village of Kafure.

Falilu, from Ubowa.

Oetebu, from the Fatawbe village.

Listen, Mandinka.

Those who speak other words,
words of the Wolof,

of the Serer, the Fulani,

talk to the man chained to you.

Teach him your words. Learn his.

We will be one village.

We will destroy our enemies.

And we will be one village!

KUNTA: We will kill!

We will win!

We will live!

We will live!

NARRATOR: Next on Roots...

(YELLING)

AUCTIONEER: Who will offer me £100
for this fine wench?

We will see each other again, Fanta.
We will.

(AUCTIONEER CALLING)

Sold. Your name, sir?

John Reynolds,
Spotsylvania County, Virginia.

Mrs. Reynolds owns you.

Fiddler is going to teach you.

But sooner or later, nigger, you're mine.

Chains ain't right for nigger, Fiddler.

Kunta never forget you.

Helped Kunta be free.

(BARKING)

You're going to learn
to answer to your name.

-What's your name?
-Kunta Kinte.

What's your name?

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

English - SDH