Original subtitles

[railman] "Jesus is walking." Can you remember that?

[Onion] Oh, the password.

Jesus is walking. Stop the wagon!

I love you, Annie Brown, and I won't ever see you again.

Onion!

suspenseful music

[birds squawking]

I'm not afraid to die.

And why you saying that now? Do you want to jinx us?

Ain't none of us getting killed.

But what if someone else gets killed?

Wh-What if anyone gets killed? Jesus says that...

[Broadnax] The white people have been

using the words of Jesus to keep Black folks docile

while they rape, pillage and kill everything they see,

ever since the big man finished His sermon

and stepped off the mount.

[Broadnax] Now, me and Emperor...

...and all these men, we know why we're here.

Why are you here?

Well, my ancestors probably

fought with Napoleon at Waterloo and Jim Bowie at the Alamo,

so I'm pretty sure I got it in my blood somewhere.

[Broadnax] I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to Jason and the Brown boys.

You just do what your daddy tells you?

Now, do you know what Father gave us for Christmas last year?

Slaves.

-17 of 'em. -[Emperor] The hell you say?

Y'all got slaves as Christmas gifts?

Yeah. Yeah. I got three for my birthday.

Y'all are shitting us.

All of our slaves were white.

[Owen] And Pa gave the white Missourians two choices

after we freed their slaves.

"Turn around and walk home, or...

come be our slaves."

[Jason] "Any time someone tells me

they are for slavery,

I think they should try it."

"I hereby invite you and your children

to be our slaves."

Y'all actually had white slaves?

[John Jr.] Well, none of them ever really accepted.

When the men refused to be our slaves,

Pa would make the old saps turn

and walk all the way to the Missouri border.

[Jason] To give them more time to think about their position

on slavery.

Then we rode the freed slaves north to Canada.

We rode on Christmas Eve. Home by April.

Now, y'all are bedbug crazy.

[laughs] Now, we riding with a bunch

-of lunatics. -[laughter]

You're riding with a bunch of sons who love their father.

Uh-huh.

I'm just a poor

Wayfaring stranger

Traveling through

This world below

There is no sickness

No toil nor danger

In that bright land

To which I go

I'm going there

To see my father

Hmm

And all my loved ones

Who've gone on

I'm just going

Over Jordan

I'm just going

Over home

Come on, children, let's sing about the goodness

Of the Lord, my Lord

Come on, children, let's shout

All about God's rich reward

Guide our footsteps every day

Keeps us in the narrow way

Come on, children, let's sing

About the goodness of the Lord

Yeah, come on, children, let's sing

About the goodness of the Lord, my Lord

Come on, children, let's shout

All about God's rich reward

Guide our footsteps every day

Keeps us in the narrow way

Come on, children, let's sing

Come on, children, let's shout

How the Lord Almighty has brought us out

There's none like him, without a doubt

Come on, children, let's sing

About the goodness

Of the Lord

[insects chirping]

[breathing heavily]

[dog barking in distance]

-Oh, shit! -What are you doing here?

Damn it, Owen. You could announce yourself.

I got to give your pa the password

for the railman before it's too late.

They left

hours ago.

I got to tell 'em.

Now settle down.

They'll figure it out.

No, I could use you here,

guarding the weapons.

It's all my fault, Owen. I didn't give him the password.

You're free, Onion,

to die where you please.

No, but don't be confused.

There ain't no way in hell

any of this is your fault.

Now, you tell my father

I'll bury him and my brothers by the big rock.

Where we used to watch the sunset.

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Know he'll like that.

I got to go, then, Owen.

Onion.

I don't need that.

[crying]

Jason, wait!

[train whistling]

Jason, wait!

[railman] Who goes there?

I said, "Who goes there?"

Don't take another step.

Who...

goes there?

Jason, wait!

[horn honking]

[Onion] Jesus is walking!

Jesus is walking!

-[muffled] Jesus is walking! -Halt.

-Jesus is walking! -Halt!

-Jesus is walking! -[gunshot]

[Onion] First man killed at Harpers Ferry

was a colored.

He was a railman named Heyward Shepherd,

and he died with $500 in his back pocket.

They never did figure out how he got all that money

carrying folks' bags.

White folks run with that.

They laughed about it.

"John Brown's first shot to free the niggers

was to kill a nigger."

Whoa, oh, oh. Who are these men?

They drive the train.

Wh... Good idea.

Hostages.

Leary, take them to the engine room.

-My pleasure, Captain. -Smart kid, huh? John.

-Come on, git! -Time to take the bridge.

-Get your men and go. -Come on, boys.

-Guard it with your life, son. -[John Jr.] Yes, sir.

[John] I don't think we can take more than, more than six cases.

Uh, six cases on each wagon...

-Four wagon. -...and you got...

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

The Lord of Lords foresees our victory.

[laughs] The war is won.

For our good omen Onion has returned.

Isaiah says

"Woe to the wicked. Ye to the righteous."

We are now in control

-of 100,000 rifles. -[soft laughter]

Mm-hmm.

More than enough for our new army.

We'll wait for the colored to hive and head to the mountains.

Where's John Jr.?

You sent him to the bridge, Captain.

Back to the bridge, as you asked.

As you told him, Captain.

Exactly. Exactly right.

I'm glad you're back.

Everything all right, boys?

[John] Onion, did you see our friend the railman?

In a fashion.

Uh-huh. And where is he?

Well, Jason was talking to him--

Onion, did he hive the colored?

Well...

-Yes, he did. -Oh, God have mercy.

He hath delivered the fruit.

You mean the colored came?

-Bunches. -How many we got?

How many?

A bunch.

How many?

A bunch.

Well, where they at?

Well, see, there was

-a-a misunderstand-- -[Fergus] Hey!

-[pounding on door] -What's going on in there?

[shushes]

My name is John Brown of Osawatomie, Kansas,

and we've come to free the Negro people!

[laughs] You've come to do what?

Free the Negro.

[laughter]

[laughs] Hey. Hey.

You got, you got that girl that shot that Negro in there?

What? What Negro got shot?

What Negro got shot?

[Calvin] The... the one that's dead in the rail yard!

Somebody saw a little nigger girl run by and shoot him.

Hey, where the hell is Williams?

-He's supposed to be on watch! -Mm-hmm.

Onion. Somebody get shot?

[exhales]

[Fergus] Fool, open this damn door!

Where the hell is Williams?

Check with your own damn people.

We don't know any Williams.

[Cook] Uh, Captain?

This here is Williams. He is an armory guard.

You're Williams?

Mm-hmm.

All right, hey, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Yeah, we-we've got your man. He's fine. He's right here.

Well, let him out!

Free the Negro, and he'll be released.

Now quit fooling, you sawface idiot. Let him out!

My name is

Osawatomie John Brown.

And we have taken the federal armory

to free the Negro from his enslavement.

So you can help us, or you can go to hell.

[Williams] For fuck's sake, Fergus, he ain't fooling!

They got armed niggers in here and they got--

[John] Someone shut him up!

[muffled arguing]

Shit.

[John] I need quiet!

I never gave you the password.

What password?

It's my fault.

I did it.

You were supposed to say

"Jesus is walking" to the railman.

I-I tried to say it.

But he didn't hear it, and he turned to run

-and Jason-- -H-He was running.

I-I thought he was going for help.

I don't know, I... I shot him.

[sniffles]

I shot him.

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I'm sorry.

[exhales]

[John] I understand.

Fear not, my children.

You think I need to be told that Jesus is walking?

No. I know that.

And so did the railman.

The colored will come.

We've lit the fire,

and they will come and fan the flame.

We wait.

We'll arm them and head off

to the mountains as planned.

Stay the course, men. Stay the course.

Ain't nobody coming, is they?

I saw them with my own eyes. [sniffles]

-They out there. -Come on.

Just not here now.

[horse neighs]

Good day, sir.

We're here to free the Negro people and you are my prisoner.

Come on. Come on, move.

Pick it up.

-[indistinct chatter] -No, Copeland,

we don't need any more hostages.

Cook, no, bring him in.

Welcome, sir, make yourself at home.

We just, pretty soon, there's gonna be more of them than us.

[Ottawa] Captain, feels like time's passing.

Let's just load the guns up and get out of here.

Patience, Ottawa, patience.

We're waiting for our Negro brothers to arrive.

We will load up the wagons and take off as planned.

Patience.

O Lord,

thank you for delivering us safely to this day.

Protect us and shield us with your mighty power.

Direct me that I might fulfill your purpose.

Amen.

Brother Broadnax. Good morning.

[Broadnax] Morning, Cap.

What do you see from your perch?

Uh, there's some commotion down by the train tracks.

Hear that?

Sounds like bees to me.

-[bell ringing] -[steam hissing]

[train whistling]

Somebody got the train up and running.

Railroad's got more than one engineer on the books.

They gonna stop at the next town.

Tell the world what we up to!

I want them to know.

We just took over the nation's largest armory

to free the enslaved people of this nation.

That will be big news, I reckon. [laughs]

Thousands will heed the call to our trumpet.

Did you bring a trumpet?

Anybody have a trumpet?

[townsman] Murderer at the armory!

[nervous chatter]

-Murderer at the armory! -[chatter continues]

Niggers afoot with guns!

Niggers afoot with guns!

-Insurrection! -Ah, shit.

[townsman] Insurrection!

Insurrection!

[Fontaine] Mr. John Brown, sir!

Mr. John Brown!

My name is Fontaine Beckham.

I'm the mayor of Harpers Ferry.

And on behalf of the good people

of the Commonwealth of Virginia, we demand...

that you release any of the peoples

that you are detaining in this prank.

Mm-hmm.

[crowd clamoring]

[quietly] Good shot.

[man] You!

You claiming to be Old John Brown

of Osawatomie, Kansas?

That'd be me.

Well, I am older than you.

It would appear that way.

Now, you are holding my younger brother in there,

and I would appreciate it if you would let him out,

as he is terribly ill.

Well, what's his name?

Ogdin Hayes.

We got an Ogdin Hayes in there?

Ogdin Hayes?

Ogdin Hayes!

[John] No!

No, that won't do at all!

It seems that two of you

are in need of a lesson in the Good Book

about old King Solomon and the two women,

who claimed to be mother of one child, so the king said,

"All right, I'll just cut this baby in two, and you can each

have half," and then one woman said, "No, here, let her have

the baby," and King Solomon knew she was the true mother.

Now if you understand that story,

then two of you ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

That's right, sit back down.

You're Ogdin Hayes?

Well, your brother here says that, uh,

you're not, you're not feeling well.

No, sir, my insides is not right something fierce.

Well, you've got a good brother. Be grateful for that.

He's brave and true.

You pray for my family,

I pray for yours?

I will, sir.

Yeah. [chuckles]

T-Thank you kindly, sir.

[grunts]

Is it true you're fighting for the coloreds?

Yes, sir, I am.

Well, it's about time

-somebody did. -Oh, yeah.

That's my thought exactly.

We'll, we'll bring flowers to your funeral.

Um, Mayor, uh...

What was it? Uh, Mayor Beckham!

-Yes, sir? -Uh...

We have fine people in here who haven't eaten since yesterday.

I have, I have, uh... 50 hostages!

And I will exchange one for breakfast.

Who will you send out?

-Who...? -I'm the head cook

over at the Gault House.

If... if you let me out and, uh...

I'll make sure y'all got a first-rate breakfast.

-What's your name? -Uh, Ben Blossom.

We're sending out Ben Blossom!

Hell no, do not bring him out!

That souse can't cook to save his life!

-Come on, come on, come on. -You keep his ass in there!

[John] Thank you, Ben.

Idiots.

Come on, come on.

That went well.

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Hey, don't touch that.

No, don't do that, either.

You reckon this is poison?

Hey! Hey, cookie.

How we know this ain't gonna kill us?

You think I ain't never heard that joke before?

Tastes good to me.

-[whispers] -[Eustis] Y'all send out

that nigger girl that shot the porter,

and we'll talk a truce!

Hey.

Onion?

-[Eustis] Send her out! -Come over here.

Fuck.

I don't want to go out there, Captain.

-But if you want me to... -Send her out now!

...I will.

I would rather ransom my bones than send you out there.

I don't think we should stay here much longer.

Captain? I don't think

-the bees are gonna hi-- -[shushes]

Even Jesus had doubts.

Having doubts doesn't make us weak.

It makes us human.

All right?

Come here, come here.

I've seen the future.

The Lord has shown me

little glimpses.

Today is not the day that you

are going to die.

You got ten more seconds to send her out

before we flush you out and drive you into the river!

I want to believe you, but it's, it's just that--

That's all you need.

Pray for faith. Watch what happens.

Now load this rifle. And be ready.

All things be ready if our minds be so.

-Let's go, boys. -All right.

-Come on! -[others clamoring]

Use the barrels for cover!

[clamoring continues]

Come on!

[exhales]

[inhales, exhales]

Come on, you heathens!

Come on!

Doomsday is near!

Die, all!

Die merrily!

Oh, here we go!

[gunshot]

[distant gunfire]

[woman screaming]

[men shouting]

[glass shatters]

Onion!

-Reload! -Yes, Captain.

[men clamoring]

-Onion! -[bullet ricochets]

[men shouting]

Get that nigger sharpshooter!

Cook!

Come on!

[John] It's Junior! Open the door! It's Junior!

Open the back door! [grunts]

John!

John's at the back door! Open it!

-Goddamn it. Father! -[John] Help him! Help him!

[John Jr.] They're about to overrun the bridge.

We got a chance to pull out

and make it across, but we have to go now!

-No, no. -If we don't make it across,

-we'll be trapped. -[John] No.

It's time to move, Captain.

-We're getting killed across-- -Hold your position!

They're gonna storm it at any minute!

We can't give up the high cover!

Hold your position!

John, John, John, come here.

I need you to hold the bridge

and keep it till I get there.

-It's our only way out. -Father...

Cook! Robert!

Take Onion. Go find Owen.

I'm sure the army's assembled by now.

-Go, go, go! -Sure, we can drop out the back

with all the commotion and the smoke,

but we got to go right now. Right now!

[woman screams]

We got to leave. Now!

Get out now, Captain, before it's too late.

-Hold your position. -No--

Reinforcements are coming!

Hold your position.

[Cook] You're supposed to be holding

the bridge while me and Bob get the bees.

I can't even get to the bridge.

That's what your father said to do.

Up to us to find some bees.

[John Jr.] Well, where are they?

-Onion, where are the bees? -I don't know, John,

but if we find them, we'll bring them back to you.

[John Jr.] Father's sending you back

so you won't be sacrificed.

[gunshots]

Go. We'll cover you.

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You going back down there?

I wouldn't go back down there if the risen Christ hisself

was walking the streets.

-Let's git. -Git? Git where?

I have an idea.

Oh, he has an idea.

[Onion] There was only one place I knew the bees

was actually being hived.

You full of riddles. You know these people?

I know one of them.

There's the sissy now! Glory be!

-Is John Brown here? -He's in Harpers Ferry.

He's taken the armory and holding it,

-lock, stock, and barrel. -I knew it!

-I told y'all it was happening! -Impossible!

Now, look here.

I am Colonel Lewis Washington,

and I demand that you and your kind leave my house,

lest you be punished with this impudent nigger.

Your demanding days are done, old fart!

-Is you with John Brown? -Of course we are.

We're here to help hive to the cause.

-Now, let's arm these recruits. -I am grandnephew

-to George Washington! -Oh, and I am

the king of Spain.

The George Washington?

Damnation. Look at this!

"To George Washington from Frederick the Great."

-You should have it, Bob. -[Bob] Why you giving it to me?

[Cook] The Old Man would want you to have this.

It's, um... symbolic.

I ain't got no use for no symbolic sword.

[Onion] You really kin

-with George Washington? -Take my guns, take my slaves,

the whiskey, but please, let me be!

Will you just be a man?!

I'll bet you're probably not even a real colonel,

ready to t-trade your life for a bottle of whiskey.

Some kind of Washington you are.

[scoffs]

What a disappointment.

Come on. Everybody.

Hear me. Hear me.

Go round the Gourhand place and rally up any Negro

wanting to breathe free air.

Tell them the insurrection has busted loose.

Wait a minute. Insurrection?

Jim!

Now, you got to stop this nonsense!

Jim, we're gonna talk this through.

You are in a heap of trouble,

and I don't want you to make things worse for yourself.

I ain't taking another word from you.

I've been listening to the shit dribbling out your mouth

-for 22 years. -You ungrateful bastard.

-I been good to you! -You skunk!

-[grunts] -You been good to me?

You sold off my mama!

-Hey! Hey! -You sold my mama!

You been good? Where's my mama, huh?

-Where's my mama?! -[Onion] The Old Man say

it's a war of liberation, not retribution.

I don't care what you call it!

He's as big a skunk as ever sneaked in the woods!

I got a better idea of what to do with this bugger here.

Whatever it is, we gots to move these people now.

The captain needs reinforcements.

Well, you-you ain't thinking... you ain't thinking

of taking these folks back to the Ferry?

We got orders, Bob, and I aim to follow them.

You know what's waiting there?

We'd have to fight our way in!

Bob, I have another plan.

We're just gonna walk in, nice and easy.

And all of us and the Old Man

will be free by nightfall and in the wind.

Yeah. If we're stopped by militia,

you will see us through.

-They will never let us. -Hey.

You're a colonel. It's time to act like one.

-Pull yourself together. -[groans]

Now, say, "I'm here to exchange myself and my Negroes

for all the white prisoners inside the engine house."

And that's all you say.

I-I can't do it.

-Well... -[exhales]

then I believe I'm gonna have to bust a charge in you.

Follow all my instructions,

and everything will be just fine.

Whoa.

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Hyah!

Shit, man, this nigger could drive a mule up a gnat's ass.

We're doing it, Bob. We're gonna make it.

You're doing great!

[horses neighing]

Oh, shit!

You think this thing could go any faster?

Stop! Stop right now!

It's them!

-[shouts] -Hey! Get down!

Hey, put your head down.

-[gunshot] -Whoa!

Hyah!

[yells]

A little quicker would be nice.

Hyah!

-Stop shooting! -What?

-Ooh! -Stop the shooting!

[shouting]

Hey, keep us on the run!

I ain't never gonna see my family again.

Don't say that. Cook has a good plan.

-We got Washington! -Come on, Winston, come on!

-[Cook shouting] -Stop the shooting!

Oh!

[Cook] Y'all okay in there?

[coachman] Come on! Come on!

-[gunshot] -[Cook] Shit!

Scoot over!

I wanted to believe... but I can't.

Bob. B-B-Bob!

-Bob! Bob! -[water splashes]

[breath trembling]

[Cook] Colonel Washington is here!

[Onion] Bob's jump from the carriage

threw the militia hounds off us,

so by the time we got to Harpers Ferry,

folks there really thought Colonel Washington

was gonna save them from that nigger-loving John Brown.

If you think looking at them half-cocked, drunken Virginians

holding every type of weapon under God's sun

staring back at you with murder in their eyes

is a ticket to finding Jesus our Savior...

you'd be spot on the dot.

[Onion] By the stillness from the Rifle Works,

I figured they was all dead up there.

Four good men I'd known.

Maybe more.

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[Cook] Whoa. Whoa!

Yes!

[laughs]

[sighs]

[John] Exactly as I thought.

Everything's working out just right.

Welcome.

Welcome, men.

What's your name?

You're Old Man John Brown?

That's right. At your service.

-[grunts] -My name's Jim.

Jim.

That little shit right there is Master Washington.

[John] Ah, James.

You're a free man, master to no one but yourself.

And, you,

sir, turn away from your sin, sir.

-Turn away from your sin! -You are an evil,

-cockeyed bastard! -And you are

a valuable prize.

Well done, Cook, well done!

Now, James, it's an honor to serve with you.

I'll guard your life as my own.

Welcome. Welcome, men.

Now,

John, aren't you supposed to be guarding the bridge?

We ran out of ammunition.

-I already told you. -Well, take more.

Where's your men?

We took a licking, Father. They're all dead.

[Broadnax] It's just us left, Captain.

This is it.

And that's why we got to leave right now.

What is Onion

doing here?

What is she doing here?

[sniffles]

What is Onion doing here?!

-She came back on her own. -No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

No!

She is supposed to be hiving more bees in safety!

She is supposed to be safe!

She wanted to come.

The fighting's gotten dirty, Onion.

Oh...

It does my heart good to see you here.

I suppose the Lord wanted...

children to witness this day of your people's liberation.

He wants white and Black alike to tell the story.

Come.

This day is living history.

Onion, right now.

Someday, your grandchildren will ask you about this day,

ask to see

your scars and look upon them

with envy! [chuckles]

Having you here is almost like having my son Frederick here.

Frederick was the first of my boys

to give his life for the Negro.

Course, he didn't know the difference

between an African and an Indian and a Chinaman.

-[chuckles] -[Fontaine] Hey in there!

Fellas!

Out here, they gonna give you about ten more minutes

before they commence attacking!

So, Mr. Brown! Where's our colonel?

And how many hostages you gonna give up

for our colonel and his Negroes?

[John] How many hostages?

How about none?!

Ha, ha!

These descendants

of African kings and queens,

these children of God

have played you for a fool, good mayor!

They've taken your Washington hostage

and joined the fight for their freedom!

All right, but... [stammers]

exactly how many is "none"?

You have the mathematical skills

of a politician and a fool!

Sir, my-my understanding was that...

we was about to have a negotiation

involving possible exchange between Colonel Washington

-and some hostages. -Free the Negro people

and Washington will be free!

[exhales] If you want

your Colonel Washington,

come and get him!

[growls] Get ready, Cook.

-Here goes. -[Fontaine] Please!

[exhales]

Mr. Brown, I approach you as-as a friend

to the white and the colored alike!

But I can't stop these people

for long!

Well, remind them: I have 50 hostages in here!

And if they're hurt, the sin is on your head!

Okay, but... [sighs]

I'm trying to warn you!

[speaking indistinctly]

[Emperor] Captain.

Captain, what's happening?

[Jason] Maybe they're loading a cannon.

No. They wouldn't-wouldn't fire a cannon at us.

Would they?

Brown!

Federal troops are coming.

And-and these folks here

are beyond my reasoning with them.

They believe you to be an insane criminal!

Well, tell them

slavery is a crime and a society

that supports it is insane!

-That's right. -I am

the sanest man you have ever seen!

I-Is there a-a Negro named Copeland in there?

Copeland, you in there?!

Copeland, you in there?!

Uh, I'm here!

Your mother and father are sending

a-a lawyer on your behalf.

Word has it

you're an educated young man, a-a sensible Negro.

Y-Your people

can't believe you're involved in all of this.

Come on out, son.

[exhales]

My answer to you

is you better not educate any more Black folks

or they might read

the Declaration of Independence as I have done.

[mayor] For Christ's sake, Copeland,

your parents paid good money to this Boston lawyer!

Come out here before we all get killed!

I prefer to stand my trial here, Mayor.

Let me explain something to you, Copeland.

This country

was made by white men

for white men.

You colored are not free...

-[clicks tongue] -...because you're better off

-under our care. -[gun clicks]

If you think--

-[gunshot] -[grunts]

-[shouting] -[gunfire]

[woman screaming]

Jesus--

[shouting, wailing]

[muted gunfire]

[John] Charge it to the Lord, heathen!

[echoing] Heathen...

[gunfire continues]

Stop, stop. Cease fire.

[man] Approach!

[whispers] Stop.

[men shouting outside]

[man] Soldiers approaching!

Squad, halt!

-Battery in position! -[Emperor] Aw, shit.

Captain, what now?

[man] Citizens of Harpers Ferry...

[Onion] Think they gived up?

-...retreat to your homes! -Has they?

[man] Make way!

Stand aside, folks.

slow, somber music

[man] Return to your homes!

Christ's grace is more powerful than anything man can do.

Of that, we can be certain.

Let's move him.

Move him over with the others.

-Ready? -One, two...

[grunting]

You're in a pickle now, Brown.

It's over.

We're all gonna die, and I don't care anymore.

You're surrounded!

You'll be in hell by 4:00.

[John] Oh, God.

[sniffles, shuddering]

If only Owen were here!

Cook.

[sniffling]

Yeah. I know.

[sniffles] You, and, uh,

Jason take a prisoner

and begin exchanging the hostages

-for the Negroes. -Father, let me go for Jason.

No!

Get Jason. Get a prisoner.

Owen, I'm sure, is waiting with the hived bees,

waiting for our signal,

upon which he will commence a rear attack,

thus... provoking our escape. [sniffles]

Father, the time to head to the mountains was yesterday.

Oh, have faith, son.

The game is not up yet.

slow, tense music

All right, we're gonna begin the...

the exchange of hostages

for the freedom and...

...and-and-and safe passage

of every Negro in this building!

[crying]

All right, now, put your weapons down!

We have a woman coming out!

Just put your weapons down!

You! Put it down!

-[woman crying] -Come on, come on, come on.

Ready!

-Aim! -Hey.

-Easy. -[woman wailing]

-All right. -[sobbing]

All is well.

All is well.

[screaming]

Uh...

Fire!

"Trouble of the World" by Mahalia Jackson

- -[dialogue inaudible]

[gunfire]

Why would they do that?!

-[panting] -[men shouting outside]

Soon it will be done

Trouble...

Why would they do that?! Why would they...

They shot my son!

They shot my son.

Trouble

Of the world

Trouble

Of the world

Soon

Die like a man.

Be done

[indistinct]

Trouble of the world

Going home

To live

With God

No more

Weepin' and

Wailin'

No more

Weepin' and

Wailin'

No more...

I reckon he's dead.

Weepin' and

Wailin'

Going home

To live with my Lord

I want

To see

My mother

Going home

To live

With God

Soon it will be done

Trouble of the world

I'm going home

To live...