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Ah!

The first and last
thing my mama gave me...

...was apologies.

What?

Expect me to howl?

I hadn't had that much
moonshine, no.

I want to talk to you.

Well, we talking.
Now what?

What can I do for you,
Caesar?

I'm heading back north.

Soon.

Running away, and
I want you to come with.

You heading north?

And I'm gonna eat.

No, please, Cora.

I don't want you to tell on me.
Have to trust you on that.

But I'm getting on away
from here; I have to.

Well, what you want me for?

Good luck.

Good luck?

Now you listen here, Caesar.

I know you ain't been
on this plantation long at all,

but one thing you gots to know
by now is I ain't nobody's

"good luck."

Ain't nobody's...

* In that old field *

* In that old field *

* In that old field...

Now, Jockey, you got to eat
something, you hear?

Mabel?

No, Jockey, it's Cora.

Mabel, where you been at?

Easy. That's good.

Can you handle it?
-Mm-hmm.

Okay.
-That's good. Mmm.

Mmm.

* In that old field * *

Master James.
Master Terrance.

Oh, don't let us bother you.

My brother and I were
discussing business

and heard the music.

I told him, "Now that is
the most god-awful racket

I ever heard."

God, what a ruckus.

We's sorry to disturb
you, Master Terrance.

Oh, no, no, no. No, no.
No disturbance at all, Jockey.

No disturbance at all.

You sure have a peculiar way of
handling your niggers, brother.

I do with my property
as I well please.

And you with yours.

Daddy roll over in his grave,
he saw this.

Let him roll.

Say, Jockey... when is
your birthday, anyway?

Uh, I reckon September...

September 14.

But it ain't but June,
Jockey.

I reckon you right.

How old about is you now?

I really can't say,
Master Terrance.

That's quite all right,
Jockey, that's...

that's quite all right.

I knew you let your slaves
have revels, but...

I had no idea
they were so extravagant.

You trying to make me look bad?

Do not pretend you care what a
nigger thinks of you, Terrance.

Well, you got me there.

Let's get this parlor trick
over with, dear brother.

I don't care to endure
this stench much longer.

Prideful!

Yes sir,
Master Terrance.

Prideful, my brother

tells me about a nigger
he has down here

this side of the property.
S... says the boy can recite

the Declaration of Independence.

Now, I can't bring
myself to believe him.

I thought, perhaps tonight
he could show me,

since everyone is out and about

and engaging in revelry.

Prideful... run,
go bring me the boy

who can recite
the Declaration, hmm?

Michael?

The boy with the scar
right about here, huh?

Sorry, sir, but the boy
Michael dead and gone.

Sickness took him.

When?

Maybe six...
six, seven months ago now, sir.

I should have been told.

Brother, you need to keep better
account of your property.

Don't meddle.

This boy can do it.

No. Prideful...

He and Michael be together
all the time.

Let him do it.

Well, come on, boy,
let's hear it.

Do as master say.

You gonna get us
all killed.

Wh-wh-when...

W-When in... in the course of...

of main events... it begone...

Well, Lord, I done
seen and heard it all now.

When in the course
of human events

it becomes necessary
for one people to dissolve

the political bands which
connect them with another,

and to assume amongst
the powers of the earth

the separate and equal station
that the laws of nature

and nature's God entitle them...

I's sorry, Master. I's sorry!
Please forgive me.

No!

Easy.

Drink some of this.

Easy now, child. Easy.

She ain't right,
you know?

When Mabel run off and left,

I feel like
something broke in her heart.

Ain't been right since.

She can still
hear youse, you know.

How y'all talk so bad
about a girl right in her face?

If Mabel was here,
she'd knock all hell out y'all.

Ain't supposed
to be in here, now.

Ain't she been beat
near to death already?

The air
is better in here.

It's good for you.

What if Connelly come looking?

Don't you worry.
Won't nobody come in here.

"But this, I conceived, was to
be the least of my misfortunes.

For as human creatures are
observed to be more savage

and cruel in proportion
to their bulk,

what could I expect,
but to be a morsel

in the mouth of the first
among these enormous barbarians

that should happen to seize me?"

Master cut out your tongue

and pour poison down your
throat, he know you can read.

What is it?

It's called
Gulliver's Travels.

It's about...

...a man on a trip.

He's lost
and trying to get home.

In this part,
he talking about...

giants like Goliath.

And how, on account of them
being bigger and more powerful,

they must also be more evil
and more cruel.

Like white mens.

Cora, will you come with me?

It is past time to go.

There is nothing here
but suffering.

Pain and suffering.

You're wrong about me, Caesar.

You think I'm some kind of luck

because my mama got away,
but you wrong.

You wrong.

I ain't no kind of luck.

Only kind I had was rotten.

The kind that cause a woman
to run away

in the middle of the night,

and leave her only child.

Leave her to bleed and rot
on this damn plantation.

That the kind of luck
you looking for?

I'm not supposed to be here.

But I am.

Something wrong
with you.

Nothing's wrong with me.

Master says we lie
down, that means we lie down.

Ain't no other way about it.

Listen here.

I know about men like you.

You want to sneak off
in the night

and roll around the swamp
with other mens on your back,

that's your business.

But here? Between us?

Master put a man
and woman together

because he aims to produce.

And if that man
and that woman don't produce,

it's for sure
gonna be a reckoning,

you understand me?

I won't be bred like cattle.

You got a mighty fine heart,
Caesar.

Pure, like Jesus Christ hisself.

But this ain't Virginia.

And if you don't use your sex,

Master Randall will take it.

He take it right off
and put it somewhere

you won't ever have
to bother with this no more.

You ain't no better
than the rest of us.

And I won't suffer for you.

Grab your things.

Why?

Come on now, grab your things,
don't make a ruckus.

Come on, Prideful, set that
nigger right! Let's go!

Yes, sir, boss. Come on now.

Please...
-Come on, child.

Please. I was born in this room,

my mama born in this room.

Tell him...
-Goddamn it.

Come on!
-No, no! No, no...

Grab her legs.
-No, no, no. No, no, no!

No. No. No. No...

No, no!
-Grab her legs.

No! No!

No, no. No, no!

No! No. No.

No! No! N-No!

No!
-Come on. Get up.

No! No! No!

No! No!
-Come on.

Get on.
-No! No!

Y'all get in there,
clean that mess up.

I don't want none of that
hoodoo black magic mess.

Now, come on!

You, go!

Hurry up!

Make it shine!

Run along, Hezekiah.

Yes, sir.
-Go on back to your mammy.

Yes, sir, boss.

Hold, now.

Niggers, hold.

All you niggers, hold!

Y'all bow your heads, now.

Bow your heads
for my brother, James,

succumbed to illness,
gone on to be with God.

Like my mama and daddy
before him,

and like all great masters

blessed to have received
God's grace.

Amen,
Master Terrance.

Amen.

Now...

previously, my brother and I

shared ownership
of this fine land,

like our great country,

divided into north and south.

Henceforth...

there will be
no north and south parcels.

We will be one plantation.

And I shall have say
over all slaves who dwell here.

If you wish, you may confer
with your brethren

from the southern plantation,
but, uh...

...my brother and I

have a very different approach

to the conditioning
and coordination of slaves.

Accordingly,

there will be no more parties.

Wages earned in town
on Sundays

will be subject to a tariff.

And, to ensure the propagation
of the best stock,

I will personally oversee
the pairing and practices

in the ways of breeding.

For too long, the best stock
has been reserved

for recreational and...

...not vocational use.

Some of you bucks

ain't been living
up to your billing!

E-Everything
all right, Master Terrance?

Everything is just fine,
Prideful.

Everything is just fine.

Come on!

Come on, now!

Come on!

Come on, now!

Come on!

Come on, now!
Get in there!

Hallelujah.

The Lord hath smiled
on the house of Randall.

Water the horses
before we get to the books, sir?

That'll be fine,
Homer.

Mm-mm-mm.

Shall we?

Oh, boy.

We shall.

Please inform Mr. Connelly

that the prodigal
son hath returned.

Best you ran on.

Do you have ears
amongst your niggers here?

Can't say
that we do.

There are niggers
in the house, of course,

eager to gain favor
by airing grievances

against those
in the fields, but...

Well, you would do well
to place some there.

There's talk.

There's word
of an underground railroad here.

I-Impossible.

Indeed.

And yet, where do they go?

The ones that run away and...

never return?

It is as though a nigger escapes

and slips through
to a different world.

Have you seen it?

A man working as-as you do,
do you believe

the underground railroad
is true?

I have not seen it.

But... the nigger is
a mighty cunning breed.

Nothing about the world tells me
it is impossible.

When I see it, I'll believe it.

Now, to the matter at hand.

I will not accept payment

for the property's return.

Consider it a recompense.

For fulfillment of my debt
to your house.

Good day.

I'm sorry, I...

I don't follow.

Property that took
leave of here,

many years ago
before your father passed.

The only property
to have absconded

and not been returned.

I consider it
my sincerest failure.

I know the nigger
you speak of.

The worst kind...

it must be said...
heartless, even for a nigger.

Is that so?

It is very much so.
The nigger you speak of,

in leaving, appears to have
left behind her seed.

A nigger girl whom, even
amongst the niggers themselves,

is considered a monster.

I would like an audience
with this girl.

And a...

an audience you shall have.

You feel betrayed.

As you should.

Oh, there's anger in you.

Best find a way
to do away with that.

It'll eat you alive
if you don't.

See, the heart has a way
of working through the body.

It'll fuel you, yes, but...

well,
it's the worst kind of fuel.

The worst kind.

Oh, she is within you.

I can feel it.

And you will run yourself
into the ground

just to be rid of her.

Yes, you will.

Yes, you will.

By God, you will.

Sorry for the intrusion.

"I had often read of some

great services done
to princes and states."

"And desired to see the persons

by whom those services
were performed.

Upon inquiry, I was told
that their names were...

to be found on no record.

Except a few of them,

whom...
history hath represented

as the vilest rogues
and traitors.

As to the rest,

I had never once heard of them.

They all appeared
with dejected looks,

and in the meanest habit.

Most of them telling me
they died

in poverty and disgrace,

and the rest on a scaffold
or a gibbet."

You've hardly touched your food,
Mr. Churchill.

Oh.
Oh, pardon me, but...

I don't understand
how one can eat

while such a display
is taking place.

Rather peculiar, wouldn't you
say, to eat a-and to drink

while a man's flesh is
being ripped from his body.

Well...

Mr. Churchill,
your first mistake,

uh, a nigger and a man...

...are two entirely
different things.

A man can think,

reason and love.

Niggers simply do not have
the capacity for such things.

As such, it is important
to provide them

with restrictions
and-and directions

on how to comport themselves.

And when these restrictions and
directions are not abided by,

it is just as important...

to make an example of them.

Y'all come on in, now.

Master Randall
want everybody come in.

Y'all niggers, come on.

Leave them sacks where they lay.

Come on, now.

Leave them sacks where they lay.

Come on.

Y'all hands, over there.

Y'all niggers, come on.

Come on, Lovey.

Ruth, let's go.

All right.

Keep moving.

Y'all niggers, come on.

Gather round, my little sheep.

Gather round.

Today...

I wish you all to bear witness

to this lesson.

"Let all who are
under a yoke as slaves

regard their own masters
as worthy of all honor...

...so the name of God

and the teachings
may not be reviled.

Those who have
believing masters...

...must not be disrespectful

on the ground
that they are brothers;

rather they must serve
all the better...

since those who benefit
from their good service

No more!
-are believers and beloved.

Teach...

teach and urge these things."

No more mercy!
No more slaves!

"Regard their own
masters

as worthy of all honor."

This is the word of God.

See?
-God damn you!

God damn you!

What is the penalty...
-No...

...for disobeying
the word of God?

No!

No!

Damnation...

...and eternal fire.

It's time.

All you niggers
get back to work.

Quit your lollygagging.
Back to work!

Back to work!

Now!

Cora?

Lovey.

Lovey... shh!

I knew you was
up to something.

Sneaking around with him
and not talking about it.

And then you dig up them yams,

not even ripe yet.

Lovey, get you back
before you ruin us.

I'm going where y'all going.

He ain't gonna
take three of us.

He know I'm coming?

Well, then two surprise
as good as one.

We got enough food, anyway.

Come on.

Shh!

-* Gonna give him *
-Shh.

* All the beauty in the world...

Lovey...

Uh.

Hog trail.

Boar.

I'm gonna check this out
right quick.

Maybe you make use
of that whittling knife

and catch us some dinner.

Come here, you son of a bitch.

No!

Hold up.

Where are we?

I don't know.

Are we going the right way?

I don't know.

Did you tell Lovey
where we going?

Did you tell...
-No.

We were foolish
not to think on this.

Hounds be on us soon.

Every white man with a shotgun

within a hundred miles gonna...

We must keep going.

But what about Lovey?

What about Lovey?

We must keep...
we must keep going.

That's it.

You sure?

See that red roof there?

That's us.

You mean that's you.

Don't nobody know I'm coming.

Well, they do now.

You ready?

How are you managing?

We're fine.

Any word from the third
in our party?

It's the talk of the state.

From the moment you left,
it was the girl who did you in.

They noticed her going
before they did you,

and set out after you
on the very first night.

And I trust that she has

no knowledge of me or our plans.

She does not.
No.

There's
one other thing.

There was a boy on the trail...

...with a group of hunters
who lit onto you, and, well,

he has it pretty bad
from the knock you gave him.

They say he's in a sleep
from which he may never wake.

Have mercy.

Mercy for who?

Every white man
for a hundred miles

wants to mount your heads
on a fence.

When the train comin'?

Find a corner.

We going down there?
-Yes, indeed.

Mind this ladder, now.

After you.

Now, as the train
will be here shortly,

I just need a word
for the manifest.

I beg your pardon?

All who journey on the railroad

must be documented
in the manifest.

How else will we account

for the souls
entrusted to this campaign?

Now, you may speak as much
or as little as you like,

but you must speak.

Yeah, I'll speak
for the both of us.

Um...

Caesar Garner.

Um...

Cora Randall.

Born to Virginia.

Upon the death of my massa,
was promised manumission.

Upon my massa dying,
was sold on down to Georgia.

Cora was born
on the Randall plantation.

That's where we met.

Who built all this?

Who builds anything
in this country?

How far does it go?

Away from here,
that's all I can tell you.

All aboard!

Almost forgot.

I was keeping this for you.

You're so close to finishing.

Be a shame not to see it
to its conclusion.

If you want to see
what this nation's all about,

you got to ride the rails.

Just look outside
as you speed through,

and you'll see
the true face of America.

* One, two *

-* One, two, three *
-* Yeah! *

* Inslumnational, underground *

* Thunder pounds
when I stomp the ground *

* Like a million elephants
or silverback orangutans *

* You can't stop a train,
who want some? *

* Don't come unprepared,
I'll be there *

* But when I leave there,
better be a household name *

* Weatherman tellin' us
it ain't gon' rain *

* So now we sittin'
in a drop-top, soaking wet *

* In a silk suit,
tryin' not to sweat *

* Hit somersaults
without the net *

* But this'll be the year
that we won't forget *

* One-nine-nine-nine,
Anno Domini, anything goes *

* Be what you wanna be,
long as you know *

* Consequences are given
for livin', the fence is. *

There's word
of an underground railroad.

It is as though they slip
through to a different world.

Welcome to your future.

This is real, Cora.

You here.
I'm here.

We here.

Together,
we are building

a better mind
for the practical betterment

of Negro mind!

There are things
happening here

that we don't really understand.

There's a train coming.

Your name?
-Cora Randall.

I took the Underground
from South Carolina.

Should have stayed there.

The girl
in that bulletin is wanted

for the murder of a child.

I'm gonna get us out of here.
I promise.

Hello, little missy.

We've been waiting on you.

You came all this way
on the Railroad?

And left behind
all those peoples.

I'm still just a runaway
from Georgia.

You're safe here, Cora.

Ain't no way he ever
giving up on finding me.

I need you

to be strong, watchful.
Like me.

This wonderful place...

...built out of Black love

and spirit.

We can escape slavery.

And yet its scars
will never fade.

Everything that you ever knew

told you that freedom

was a delusion.

And yet here we are.

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