All language subtitles for Roots (1977) S01E04 Part IV (1080p BluRay HEVC x265 10bit E-AC3 2.0)[DHB]_[und]-enggg

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

NARRATOR: Last on Roots:

(GRILL YELLS)

GRILL: He's got to be made a lesson of.

You let him get away and

every nigger on your place will be
hightailing it first chance they get.

Can't find a way to run,
then I just lay here and die.

You surely are some brave
Mandinka fighting man, Toby.

Just what is it you're fighting now?

You gonna make it,
I think you gonna make it!

Toby, Lord be praised, you gonna walk!

I'm gonna do better than learn to walk.

I gonna learn to run.

(MAN SINGING)

KUNTA: Genelva.

What you doing here?

I's come to see you, Toby.

You ain't never talking to no one,
I thought you might need a little coaxing.

Harlan be looking for you.

He looking in the wrong place.

He think I'm looking to old Luther.

He don't know nothing about
what a gal really wants.

Uh...

What? What you talking about?

I ain't talking about nothing, Toby.

I done all the talking
I'mma gonna do tonight.

See, talking don't do
nothing that feels good.

Doing.

That's what makes me feel good.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Luther.

I've been looking all over for ya.

What you been doing out
this time of night?

Felt the need, captain,
I was in the outback house.

Not with Genelva?

Don't you lie to me, now.

She don't care beans about me.

I'm too old, she says.

You know, Toby's the one that's got her
scratching and howling.

Toby?

Gimp foot and all, Toby.

Guess you don't limp in bed, do ya?

One thing solved, Genelva.

Good to know

I won't have to waste my time keeping
an eye on you and Luther no more.

You get in back
to your own cabin, for now.

I'll speak to Dr. Reynolds in the morning

to see if it's all right with him
for you and Toby here to make the beast.

You one lucky nigger, Toby.

One lucky nigger.

Here the melons you want.

I think come noontime
they'll still be cool.

(BELL LAUGHS)

You really don't care none?

‘Bout what?

Every no count nigger on this place
is snickering and laughing at ya.

They saying Genelva teased you
into horsing into bed with her.

Helping her and Luther to trick Mr. Harlan
so's the two of them be able to skip off.

Was you horsing into bed
with her, is that so?

Could be.

You think she pretty?

I suppose she pretty enough, but

me, I likes a different kind of face.

What kind?

Kinda face you got, Bell.

(CHUCKLES)

That Mandinka face.

Mandinka?

Uh-huh.

What fool's stuff that you talking about,
that's African?

-I ain't no African.
-I'm Mandinka.

-We are proud people.
-And I'm American.

I was born here,
my mammy and my daddy was born here,

and my daddy's daddy,
and I ain't no African.

Bad time all around.

Genelva running off like that,
knows more sense than a milly worm.

Luther too, old fool.

Make Massa mighty angry. Got no driver.

Just a bad day.

On top of all that,
you call me an African.

I won't do it again, Bell. Never.

Toby.

Toby?

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

DR. WILLIAM: And you think Toby would
make a good driver for me,

now that Luther's run off, eh?

Please, Massa?

We're living in strange times, Bell.

We're at war, we're fighting the British.

I heard about that.

Nearly two years,
longer than anyone expected.

Now the British are
offering freedom to any slave

who'll join their army and fight for them.

Toby driving for me, we'd be
gone from the plantation overnight.

For days at a time, sometimes.

Could be a great temptation
for a certain kind of a slave.

One with runaway blood.

You see the connection?

Yes, sir.

It just seems funny, though.

What seems funny?

You trust Luther and he run off on you.

You don't trust Toby none,

and he probably loves you better than
anybody else on this whole place.

(CLICKS TONGUE) It just seems funny.

Bell, how sure are you?

I wouldn't be talking, Massa,
if I wasn't sure.

(LAUGHING)

Get out.

You win, Bell, but he better not run off.

He damn well better not run off.

Driver. Ain't that a thing, now?

(LAUGHING)

I expect it's good enough.

You expect, that all?

Well, Fiddler, how come Bell
talk the doctor into this?

-How come she do that?
-l don't know, ask Bell.

-Maybe she like you, that's all.
-I don't want her liking me.

I don't want nobody liking me.

Well, you liable enough to get your wish,
you keep talking like that.

Fiddler, don't you see?
This the land of the tubab.

I'm Mandinka warrior.

I can't walk with these people
and talk with them, man,

I can't do it!

Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord.

Horse.

I hear tell that you ain't a horse at all.

I hear tell that you think
you're a mighty crow.

I hear tell that you fly

from here abouts, all the way
to Annapolis and back again.

For a horse, you look
mighty like a horse to me.

And you sure smell mighty like a horse.

I'm saying to you, that you is a horse.

What you think you is

don't matter a damn bit.

The Mandinka talk don't matter
a damn bit, neither.

You give it up, let it go.

You is a nigger, Toby.

Plain, old nigger, is all.

Massa Reynolds is waiting, let's go.

But, why?

You told Bell you could drive, didn't you?

Yeah, I can drive.

You better drive this horse
pretty fast and pretty quick.

How come?

Barn door still closed.

(SNICKERING)

Hey, hey.

(FIDDLER LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

I'll go fetch Master Reynolds.

You look fine, way up there like that.

Bell, why you do this?
Why you do this for me?

I see you crippling by the
vegetable garden with Fiddler,

I know you don't like that.

You, with your runaway blood.

Driving for Massa, you be
all over the country, far and wide.

Maybe you get your fill of wandering and
won't think about escaping all the time.

You're a good woman, Bell.

I told Massa I'd be responsible for you.

You wouldn't run off.

You promise?

Africans.

(BLOWING RASPBERRY)

Americans.

Toby, pull off to the side for a bit.

Yes, sir. Whoa, now. Whoa.

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

-I'm going for a walk.
-Yes, Sir.

You wait here.

-I'll be back shortly.
-Yes, sir, I'll be right here.

How's little Anne?

She's more like you every day.

-(LAUGHING)
-She has your eyes, you know?

No, no, you have my eyes.

Oh, God, you feel so good.

Hold me close. Closer.

-You know what I dreamed, last night?
-No.

Last night I dreamed
I wanted to be a darkie.

(LAUGHING)

Why on Earth would you wanna be that?

So an overseer could
come fetch me for you.

So an overseer could say,

"Here's a comely wench, Dr. William.

"Do you want her?

"If you want her, here she be for you.

"Here she be."

And then I could run away.

But only so you could come after me.

Would you like that?

I never see white folks carry on so.
(LAUGHING)

They all so happy, they can't believe it.

They keep saying over and over,

"The British have surrendered,
the war is over, the war is over.

"Freedom is won."

Ain't that just fine, though?

White folks be free.

I been worrying and tossing in the night
about them getting their freedom.

Been the mostest thing on my mind.

Sure am one happy nigger, now.

Don't have to worry about
the poor white folks no more.

You funny, Fiddler.

And I know it, but you best
not let them catch you doing it.

Ah...

ANNE: Nanny Bell?

Missy Anne.

Uncle William said
I could have more cookies.

You sure can, honey.

Your Mammy Bell let you have
anything you want.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Little angel, doctor loves her
just like she was his own.

Maybe she is, way I heard it.

That's just gossip.

That ain't the doctor's child,
that's John Reynolds' child.

Ain't no proving that kind of foolish talk
one way or the other.

It's just nigger gossip.

Mmm-hmm.

I got to drive early.

I like driving.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Everybody's got to get up early, Fiddler.

He was thanking you, Bell.

He was just saying why
he had to get to bed early, is all.

Goodnight, Fiddler.

FIDDLER: Goodnight, Bell.

(DOOR CLOSING)

But what's this?

That's for you.

What's it for?

It's for grinding corn in.

Where's the part to grind the corn with?

Well,

I thought I'd bring the grinding part
by your cabin tonight.

Well, I usually eats my supper
around about sunset.

And I usually cooks way too much.

Then I'll bring
the grinding part by tonight.

I made cornbread.

I like cornbread.

You like chicken and dumpling?

I do.

And there's a stew made with peanuts,
and yams with butter.

Ah. We had them in Africa, I liked them.

Well, we can eat now if you want,
or we can sit and talk.

That'd be fine.

Which one be fine, eating or talking?

Whatever you wanna do.

(SIGHS)

Massa just sit in his study
and do his papers all day.

They all going over to the Ame plantation
for the big Thanksgiving celebration.

Fiddler say Massa's gonna
take him along to play for people.

You probably drive him.

That's right.

White folks

gonna choose
General George Washington for President.

I heard that.

Bread.

What you say?

-What you made me to grind corn with...
-Uh-huh.

First time in 22 years
since I been on this plantation

any man ever made something for me.

I made something for you, too.

Oh.

That be fine.

That be right fine.

(MOANING)

Ain't seen you after dinner much, lately.

Turning in early, uh?

-Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.

Driving's hard work, uh?

Hard, that's right, hard work.

-Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.

-I found out something last night.
-What's that?

Find out how come Luther cry
when him and Genelva

got themselves sold off
to different places.

How come, you think?

Wasn't strong enough.

On account of he ain't wanna
be by himself, no more.

Think a man being by himself
make him strong?

I do.

-Tell you what I think.
-What?

I think you the biggest fool
I ever saw on two legs.

Why, on account of I wanna be strong?

On account of there ain't
nothing in this world

make a white massa happy
than seeing a nigger all by himself.

Ain't no bigger battle he can win
than keeping niggers apart.

Strong and stubborn ain't
nowhere near the same.

Nowhere near.

We just giving the white folks
the most biggest victory ever.

(KNOCKING)

I ain't never gonna be no Christian man.

I know that.

Won't never eat pig meat.

I know.

And I expect sometime
I ain't easy to be with.

I know you ain't.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

AUNT SUKEY: Now, I am asking you all here,

to pray for this union that God done made.

And pray that they stays together.

And that they don't do nothing,

nothing,

to get themselves
sold away from one another.

And pray that they have
good, healthy youngins.

(APPLAUSE)

Ya'll sure ya'll wanna get married?

-I does.
-I does.

Then in the eyes of Jesus,

jump over the broom
into the land of matrimony.

(APPLAUSE)

Now that you bought the cow, Toby,
you can get all the milk you want.

(CHEERING)

(BANJO PLAYS)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(CLAPPING)

BELL: Toby?

How come you leaving the wedding?

It's yours, too.

You jumped the broom along with me.

I was just sitting here thinking

-about my village and my family and...
-Shh...

I'm so happy, I don't want to hear
none of that African talk.

You're not Kunta Kinte,
you're Toby and you belong to me.

And I belong to you.

And we both belong to Dr. Reynolds.

EMMETT: Dr. Reynolds.

-My dear Emmett.
-I'm so glad you could come.

Oh, pleasure as always, my dear sir.

I think you'll find some friends.

(LAUGHING)

Woah, now. Whoa.

Seems like all I done all my life,

was to wait to jump,
when the white folks call.

(SIGHS)

Fiddler?

Fiddler, you all right?

(SIGHS)

Course not.

But that don't matter none.

(SCOFFS)

You know what would happen
if I up and died

-in the middle of fiddling a hoedown?
-Hmm?

The white folks would be mad as all
get out,

‘cause the fiddling had stopped.
(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHING)

(SNIFFLES)

(DRUMMING)

(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

All right boy, sit now.

Don't be talking the old ways.

Only make the trouble.

Is you Mandinka?

Mine are the Akan people.

But the white folks,
they gave me the name of Pompey,

but my real name is

Boteng Bediako.

-They calls me Toby.
-Hmm.

My name Kunta Kinte.

I heard of a village
named Jenay Kinte, once.

The name of my father's brother,
that's his own village.

Never forget those things, Kunta Kinte.

We got to remember the old ways
and pass them on to the children.

I feel sorry for these blacks
that's born here.

They don't know who they is.

-They from Africa, and yet they ain't.
-Hmm.

They from the white folks land,

and they ain't,

(SCOFFS)

It seem to me like...

Like there's a whole tribe of
strange new people that is lost.

They got no remembering of the old ways,

to help them,

to tell them who they are.

The most ways I wanna be helped,

is back to my own land.

You're talking escape?

But they catches niggers
and sends them back.

Not if you smart.

Not if you got a plan
that will get you north

to some people they call
the Abolitionists.

They hides niggers.

And then they makes them free.

And when the time come, I'm heading north.

But you will go alone?

Doesn't you wants to come with me?

Me never wanted nothing more in my life,
Boteng Bediako. Nothing.

You listen for the signal.

(DRUMMING)

When you hear that,

you follow the sound of the drum.

Come as quick as you can.

When I hear the drum,
I will come, quick as I can.

This drummer, he gonna send a message.

By drum.

-We head north, to freedom.
-Stop that, stop that.

But don't you want to be free, Bell?

Just... Just stop all that African talk

about, about drums and all that stuff.

Yeah, but wait now, the drummer said if...

He don't know.

I know.

I never tell nobody this before.

Not nobody here.

Before I come here, I was...

I was on another plantation,
you ain't my first man.

The first was

when I was just a girl.

We wasn't married Christian,

that massa didn't believe
in Jesus for niggers.

I loved that man.

His name was Ben.

We had two little baby girls.

One night, he run off, I helped him.

He was gonna get free,

and then fetch me and the babies.

And we'll all be free.

But they catched him.

They catched him,

and they hanged him.

(VOICE BREAKING)
And they sold off my...

They sold off my babies.

Never seen those sweet babies,

for the rest of my whole life.

(WEEPING)

You keep talking about Africa,
and getting free,

and something terrible is gonna happen.

One more terrible thing happen in my life,
Toby, and I'll just die.

I just die.

(CRYING)

Bell.

Why you tell me this now?

Why?

(BABY CRIES)

Well, Toby,

had a hard time.

Bell is not a young woman,
but she's all right.

And you have a beautiful young daughter.

Ah. Ha.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-You can go see her now.
-Yes, Sir.

Fiddler.

Go.

(BABY CRIES)

BELL: Toby, look.

Ah...

Ain't she pretty?

Got a name for her already.

Just the right name.

We're gonna call her Kizzy.

Kizzy?

In Mandinka talk,

it means she stay put.

She never be took from you.

(BABY COOING)

Just you rest easy.

Master Reynolds, he bound to wanna know
where we get the name Kizzy.

He gonna wanna know
whether or not it's a Christian name.

I don't know
what I ought to tell him, Fiddler.

I don't know much about this lying.

It come easy, after a time.

White folks make it so.

Say it's a family name.

Bell's side.

He'll believe that you think?

(CHUCKLES)

Pretty, ain't it?

Shine like a baby's behind.

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

Yeah, he'll probably believe it.

Now hush up.

"Probably."

I can't take no chance
on no "probably," Fiddler.

(SIGHS)

"Probably" is as good as it gets
for a nigger, Kunta.

Make your peace with that.

If you wants to talk,

you go right on ahead and talk,
I can hear you.

(SNIFFLES)

Play me some music.

Play me a song I wants to hear.

Tired of all the time
playing white folk's song.

My own song to play.

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

I just got to name her Kizzy.

And when she grow up,

I tell her what Kizzy really mean.

Tell her about her grandma.

And her grandpa.

And the village back in Africa.

-Tell her about her peoples back there.
-(VIOLIN STOPS)

So she'll know, she wasn't born to be
no slave here, in the white folk's land.

Yeah.

That's what I'll do, Fiddler.

Fiddler, what you think?

Fiddler?

Fiddler?

(SOFT GROAN)

(VOICE BREAKING) Fiddler.

Now you know
how it feel to be free, Fiddler.

Now you know what I always talking about.

(CRYING)

Ain't free a fine way to be, Fiddler?

Being free.

Ain't it a fine way to be!

Fiddler.

(CRYING)

Fiddler.

(BABY COOING)

How come?

It's the way I was named.

And my father.

And his father.

And it's the way
this child going to be named.

(BABY COOING)

But she got to know about her peoples
and their ways.

I the only one that can teach her
the Mandinka way.

Proper naming of her,

that the first place to start.

Make this child stand strong and tall.

You ain't never give up, is you?

Not for me, not for nobody.

I love you, Bell.

I ain't never loved no one
the way I love you.

(BABY CRYING)

But don't ask me to give this up.

Not unless you really
wanna hear my answer.

Only answer I can give.

(CRYING)

Kizzy.

Behold, the only thing
greater than yourself.

(DRUMMING)

(DRUMMING STOPS)

(DRUMMING)

(GROANS)

(DRUMMING STOPS)

(PANTING)

(DRUMMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DRUMMING STOPS)

(DRUMMING)

The drums.

What you gonna do?

You ain't gonna leave us here, Toby?

-This is your home.
- (DRUMMING STOPS)

No, it's not my home.

(GROANS)

(KIZZY CRIES)

But this my child.

And we family.

Oh...

(DRUMMING)

(KIZZY CRIES)

Girl,

your name is Kizzy.

You from special people,
baby Kizzy, special.

And you gonna be
a special kind of woman, too.

Your name means, "Stay put."

But it don't mean, "Stay a slave."

It won't never mean that.

You is the daughter
of the African, Kunta Kinte.

Of the village of Juffure,

on the banks of the river,
called the Kamby Bolongo.

The father of Kunta Kinte
is the Mandinka warrior, Omoro.

His mama is Binta.

The warrior, Omoro,
was the son of the holy man...

NARRATOR: Next, Roots continues

with Leslie Uggams
as the young woman, Kizzy.

-Papa.
-Kizzy.

NARRATOR: And Sandy Duncan
as her best friend.

My friend, my dearest friend.

I beg you, please don't sell her.

-Please, Massa.
-Don't split up the family, Massa.

You ain't never been that kind of man.

-KIZZY: No, no, I don't wanna go.
-Oh, God.

-My baby.
-KIZZY: No!

No, Mama! Mama, Papal!

NARRATOR: Roots, the triumph
of an American family, continues.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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