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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!

Help 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 mornin' dove.

A 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 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!

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£100 on the red.

£200 on the white.

£500 on the white.

Yeah, yeah, I cant 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.

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?
- Mnh-mnh.

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.

Mornin' 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.

I want to see a lot less talk

and a hell of a lot more work!

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, 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.

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
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 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 a 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 Mmama Kizzy humming it.

These folks don't know
where it come from.

Well, we do, Mornin' 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.

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 expressed 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 Mornin' 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.

_

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 dispatchers 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.

Ahh.

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?
- 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!

George!

No! No! No!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

They shot them.

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.

Aah.

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 secesh?

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 the 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.

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.

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.

Ah.

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 thing good 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.

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