All language subtitles for The Porter S01E08 1080p WEBRip x264-BAE (1)_track3_[eng]

Eeny. Meeny.

(banging)

Andrew thomas:
Miny. Mo!

Where were you
recruited from garrett?

I was in wales when that
first group started here.

So you were there
for the riots?

No.

I know we've had
our differences but,

(whispers) you know
I'm not one of them.

Those kinda people are
all kinds of people.

(dramatic music)

I know you're
the fuckin' rat.

Well six hundred.

Well that sounds like
a hundred percent.

He wants the money I
make from the train,

But it belongs to queenie.

Sell it.

Pay that man and let's
get the hell outta here.

Dinger:
See you next week,

Same time, same place.

This isn't gonna stop,
is it?

The irish are already
circlin' my numbers game.

I got a proposition for you.

A real partnership.

Fifty-fifty split.

Don't you think you have an
obligation to your people?

Talk to moschel.

Convince him to put the porter
admission out for a vote.

Edwards:
I heard garrett

Has a list of porters who are
angling to get into the union.

I'd be very interested
in obtaining that list.

How interested?

You wanna tell me what
you're doing in here, lucy?

Can I say stay here tonight?

Be aware as of today

The railway no longer
requires your services.

You can't do this!

Mr. Miller, I got a wife!

(soft dramatic music)

(people chattering)
(cars honking)

Boy:
My turn.

Aw.

(soft trumpet playing)
(children playing)

Boy:
Wait.

(soft trumpet playing)

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(delicate piano playing)

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(delicate music)

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(music stops)
(soft chuckle)

(solemn dramatic music)

(group chattering intensely)

Winchester:
All the years

I've worked for
this company,

And it don't
mean shit.

We followed
zeke,

And now we don't
got no jobs.

Because the company's
got all the power.

What does that
have to do with?

What, you on the
side of the company?

What are we gonna do?

All right,
(stammers) all right!

I know y'all upset.

Upset?

We passed upset, zeke.

How'd edwards get
our names anyhow?

Was it tuffy?

(gentle piano music)

No.

I was wrong about him.

Turns out someone
else was the rat.

Yeah, well, you were
right about one thing,

This is bullshit.

The company can't just
ship us in, ship us out

Like we got no say
in our own lives.

(crowd affirmations)

It's not right.

(gentle piano music)

I'm getting too old

And too tired
for this shit.

Porter:
Amen to that.

It's time that
we show them

We're not gonna
roll over like dogs

And take it.

(crowd affirmations)

Damn straight.

What's our next move,
zeke?

Well the cbre has
a meeting tomorrow.

I convinced them

To put integration
up for a vote.

See now,
if this goes our way,

We'll be protected
under the union,

And we'll be able to
get our jobs back.

You really think the white
workers will vote us in?

Zeke:
When push came to shove,

We stood next to them.

Now I'm just gonna
tell those boys

It's time for them
to do the same.

(gentle piano music)

(rhythmic banging)

(rhythmic banging)

Moschel:
You wanna know

What kind of sandwiches
we're having?

Show up to the meeting.

And don't be late,

I need to get out
of there early.

Get to work.

I heard there was an interesting
addition to your agenda.

Perhaps the porters will
be able to help you

With those bags after
you vote them in.

They're quite adept at
the more menial tasks.

Maybe you're right.

I mean, why keep 'em
locked in a boxcar

When you can put 'em
to work, right?

At any rate,

I was merely
pointing out

That the vote may
close the divide

Between the tasks
assigned to negroes

And those reserved
for your men.

I represent the members.

It's up to them to decide.

Of course.

I simply want to ensure they're
making an informed decision

As to what they stand to lose
and what they stand to gain.

(tense music)

What did you have in mind?

(tense music)
(indistinct chatter)

(tense music)

(sucks teeth)

Now I know I'm 'bout the last
man you wanna see right now,

But I got something
that needs sayin'.

Because of you,

Everyone thinks I'm a rat.

So you knocking
on every door

And giving everyone
the same speech?

I already told them.

I'm gonna make this right,
tuffy.

For you and for them.

(tense music)

♪

(tense jazz trumpet music)

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Dinger:
Mr. Massey.

(tense jazz trumpet music)

The deal's off.

Come again?

You, me and the numbers
ain't happening.

I don't think you've
thought this through.

Actually, that's all
I've been thinking about.

You see, the way I see it,

I work for you,

You own me.

I leave town and there's
just another white man

Who thinks he owns me.

So, the deal is off.

Are you forgetting that
I'm your superior?

What you gonna do,
ding me?

Well, you leave me no choice

But to go speak
to our employer.

I already did.

And you gotta explain where
you got all that extra money.

And you got the ledgers, too.

Kinda looks to me like
you've been running numbers.

Bet I can get a
couple of the porters

To say the same thing.

You think he's gonna take
a porter's word over mine?

Who the fuck do
you think you are?

Nothing.

(tense music)

You have no idea what I am.

(tense music)

Get away from me.

I said get away from me!

(train rumbling)

(tense music)

♪

(indistinct chattering)

Woman 1:
Well, look who it is.

Woman 2:
Oh, (indistinct),

Woman 3:
I can't believe she would show
her face around here again.

Woman 4:
Me too. I agree with you.

Woman 1:
Ugh.

Man:
Y'all keep it down over there.

(fay retches)

(fay gags)

(door opening)
(retching continues)

Oh my god.

(fay pants)

Don't do, don't-

Don't touch me.

I'm just trying to help, fay.

No, I don't want
you to touch me.

Fayanna, you need to
go to the hospital.

Come on.

(fay groaning and retching)

Marlene:
Fay.

You're not scared
being seeing with me?

Just let me take you to
the hospital, please!

Wouldn't want anybody to
think you're one of us.

You didn't want
to be with me.

Fay, I'm sorry.

But I am not
gonna leave you.

Marlene, are you my friend?

Yes.

I don't feel good.

So just let me
take care of you.

(fay groans)

I can't...

(fay mumbles incoherently)

No, no, no, no, no!

Okay.

(crying) marlene!

Oh shit.
-Come on.

I can't...

Wait, I can't go like this.

Here, put this...

Help me put this on.

Now where's your slippers?

On my side chair.

(tense music)

(door gently closes)

Where have you been?

Stopped by the
boarding house.

You stopped by there on the
way to getting your job back?

Winchester:
It's not that simple.

You never should've
signed that fool's book

In the first place.

So I don't care what
you have to do,

Crawl, beg, sell your soul-

Sell my soul?

To those white devils
down at the station?

Work like a slave for a
fraction of what they get.

Every time I step
on that train

I leave my dignity
on that platform,

And I'm sick of it!

(gwen sobs)

Hey, hey, hey.

(gwen sobs)

Hey, look,

I know it's gonna be hard.

But gwen,
you gotta trust me-

I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

I didn't wanna say anything

Until I got past my
first trimester.

Woo!

(winchester laughs)

Oh wait, wait.

Is everything okay?

So far.

Yeah. Midwife says as,

As long as I
keep off my feet

And drink this nasty
smelling tea every day.

Hey, let me make that.

Really?

Yeah, you sit.

I got you.

(gwen giggles)

It's gotta stop now, winn.

The disappearing,

Not coming home at night,

It's all gotta stop.

(soft dramatic music)

Hey,

Whatever I gotta do to
take care of my babies,

It's done.

(soft dramatic music)

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Popsy!

I got the costume back
you wanted so bad.

(gentle music)

(door creaks closed)

(gentle music)

What are you doing here?

Zeke:
Told popsy

I wanted a word with ya.

He said he'd find a
way to get you here.

(chuckles)

You know, I didn't even
think you'd show up.

Thought you'd be halfway
to your fresh start by now.

Or was that a lie too?

I never lied to you.
-Don't you play me, lucy!

I know you gave that
list to edwards.

But I didn't lie!

I said I needed a way to
my dream and I found one.

Twenty-two men got
fired because of you!

Because of you, zeke.

I may be chasing a dream,
but you're chasing a fantasy.

I told you to stop with
all this union shit

Before someone got hurt.

But you wouldn't listen.

Even after they
burned up the garden,

You didn't wanna
see the truth.

You know,

There's a difference
between being fed

And feedin' off of others.

You see, in this community,
we-we look after each other.

And here I thought
you and I was family.

Family?

When I was rotting
away on the back row,

You ever once tell popsy
I deserved to be up front?

You ever put my name in front
of any of those big shots

Who ride your
train every day?

I work on my feet all day,

Then walk for an hour,

Just to sleep on a
cot next to a mother

Who's been calling me
trash my whole life.

So because you had it bad,

That gives you a reason to put
those men and they families

On the bread line?

Someone's always gonna
profit off our backs.

Better me than them.

Broke my heart, lucy-mae.

(solemn music)

(tense dramatic music)

(people chattering)
(muffled train announcement)

(tense dramatic music)

♪

(car rumbling)
(tense dramatic music)

(soft dramatic music)

How'd it go?

I had a meeting
with the irish.

They're gonna send
some enforcers

Make it look like
a rival hit.

When's this going down?

Tonight.

Tonight?

But I can't be anywhere
near this, junior.

It's gotta look like I
stepped into the throne,

Not like I took it.

(tense dramatic music)

How's your side?

(sighs)

Conductor didn't
take too kindly

To his payroll
being cut off.

Oh, he gonna be a problem?

Nah, ain't nothing
we can't handle.

(tense jazz music)

♪

(background chattering)

Marlene:
We're almost there.

One more step.

You got this.

I'm dizzy.
Oh, fuck.

Oh, just have a seat, please.

Let's just cover this up.

(laughter)

How you doing, you okay?

You okay?

Excuse me, nurse.

My friend needs some help,
please.

You don't look so good,
sweetheart.

I feel about as
good as I look.

How long have you been
feeling like this?

A day, two maybe, I...

I usually keep an eye
on her, but I was...

She got locked up.

She needs to see a doctor
right away, please.

I'll get someone.

Thank you.

I'm hot.

Nn-nn, nn-nn, nn-nn.

Try to relax.

No titties in the hospital.

Oh, marlene,

I'm gonna
go talk

To that
doctor myself.

You wait, right...

No, no, no.

(gentle music)

Don't leave.

I'm right here.

Don't leave.

(tense jazz music)

♪

(indistinct chatter)
(tense jazz music)

Telegram for you, sir.

Thank you, mr. Roberts.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(low piano notes playing)

(low piano notes playing)

(clattering)

Sticks?

(clattering)

(ominous music)

We have a situation.

(ominous music swells)

C)
(people shouting)

You niggers have
taken enough from us.

No!

(screaming)

What the fuck'd you do, man?

What the fuck'd you do?

(tense dramatic music)

(muffled shouting)
(muffled banging)

(people shouting)
(intense banging)

All right, garrett.

Floor is yours.

(group chattering)

(group chattering)

(zeke clears throat)

Gentlemen, you
know why I'm here.

We work side by
side every day.

Same long hours,
same low pay,

And same poor
working conditions.

So the question isn't why

The porters wanna
get into the union,

It's why you
should let us in.

Now, like many of you,
I served in the great war.

And I saw some things
there that, uh,

Still keep me up at night.

But nothing that I saw
on the battlefield

Was worse than what I
witnessed in wales.

The favourite few
got sent home

While the rest of us
were left with nothing.

(gentle piano music)

Zeke:
Too many men,

Not enough rations.

Spanish flu was
tearing through the camps,

And things got
ugly real fast.

Black soldiers were bashed,

Beaten,

Pistol whipped and choked.

Those riots left soldiers

On both sides of the
colour line with scars.

And I am ashamed to admit

That I thought I had to fight
the man next to me to survive.

But I realize now

That I shouldn't have
been looking to my left

And to my right for
someone to blame.

I should have been looking up

To the people that
sent us there to die.

Make no mistake, gentlemen,

We are at war.

But the porters are
not your enemy.

The company is.

(crowd murmurs)

Zeke:
When we fight for scraps,

They profit.

When we turn our
backs on each other,

They cheer.

And when we fail to realize
our power as workers,

They win!

(crowd murmurs)

Gentlemen, I'll say it again,

We are at war.

But if you bring
the porters in,

Then we can fight
them together.

And that is a fight
that labour can win.

(tense dramatic music)

Thank y'all for your time.

(crowd murmurs)
(soft piano music)

(crowd murmurs)
(suspenseful dramatic music)

(knocking on door)

Who told you where I live?

Corrine finally caved
and gave me your address.

That sneaky little bitch!

No, no, no.

(stammers) it-it
wasn't like that.

It wasn't out of spite,
it was more out of pity.

She could see how
desperate I was to see you.

Well, you see me.

We done now?

Lucy, I don't
wanna be the man

Who stands in the way
of you and your dreams.

I want to be the man who
helps them come true.

And I told my father as much

When I asked him to
release my trust fund

So I could invest in
the salon for you.

I thought you'd be excited.

(breathing heavily)

No more broken promises.

Luce, this is-this
is going to happen.

It's all set up with
sawyer tomorrow night.

There's a few other acts,

But you, lucy-mae,
are-are the main event.

I can't believe you
did all that for me.

You're going to be great.

And this time I will be
right in the front row

Watching you.

(gentle music)

♪

(solemn music)

(people chattering)

(chattering)
(solemn music)

♪

Steven?

Steven?

(solemn dramatic music)

Was it even close?

For a minute.

And then moschel told
us about a talk he had

With the company.

He said the company's
gonna pay us an extra

Fifteen bucks a month,

And a personal
guarantee from edwards

That the higher positions

Will remain for
white workers only.

Nice speech though.

(solemn dramatic music)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

Edwards:
Operator,

Connect me to the
immigration minister.

Scott, my dear friend!

How is alice?

(laughs)

Happy to hear it.

Listen, I'm calling
with a delicate matter.

It seems a few of the porters
you helped me bring in

Had some rotten
apples in the bunch.

Yeah, bolsheviks,
worse than vermin.

I could really use
your special skills.

How quickly can you help me
clear the weeds from my tracks?

(tense music)

Ain't using what
you got going on?

I always saw myself dying on
silk sheets in a hotel room

Of paris,

Riding some fine ass
young parisian man

All the way to heaven,
marlene.

Fay, you hush that talk.

What?

The dying or the sex?

Doctor's gonna be
here any minute.

(door creaks open)

Doctor.

Doctor!

That's what I like about you,
marlene.

You're always seein'
the best in people,

Even when your eyes
tell a different story.

(soft dramatic music)

♪

I'll be right back.

(tense dramatic music)

♪

♪

♪

Fay, I've got something
that'll make you feel better.

This is gonna prick a little.

(tense dramatic music)

(breathing deeply)

No.

No.

(marlene cries)

Marlene:
No. No.

(gun cocking)

(tense music swells)

All right,
I'll take the front,

You cover the back
of the stairs.

Let's go.

Queenie enforcer:
I got it. I got it.

(tense dramatic music)

Can I trust the
porter's aim?

I worked the rifle unit
of the 23rd battalion,

Never missed a shot.

Are you sure you don't
wanna get outta here?

I've never run from
a man in my life.

Ain't about to start now.

(clattering)

(tense suspenseful music)

Queenie:
How'd you know

The irish were
gonna be here?

Overheard some men talking
on the train about territory,

Taking the throne.

I put two-and-two together.

I know my math,

And that doesn't sound
like it adds up.

When you work on the
trains long enough

You pick up on some things.

I knew he was irish
'cause of his accent.

I knew he was mob
'cause he wore gold.

And you think I needed
your protection?

Queenie, if we gonna
keep working together,

Then you have to
start trusting me.

(tense suspenseful music)

(loud banging)

(gunshots firing)
(people shouting)

Man:
Where are they?

Where'd they go?

(gunshots firing)
(people screaming)

(gunshots firing)
(people shouting)

(elevator rumbling)

(elevator rumbling)

(lights humming)

(banging)

(tense dramatic music)

How many more?

How many more?

(banging)

(gunshots firing)

Go, go, go, go, go!

(gunshots firing)
(tense suspenseful music)

Irish enforcer:
Break it down!

(banging)
(suspenseful music)

Open it.

(banging)

(groaning)

Shit! Fuck!

Fucking hell.

(gunshots firing)

This is my house,
motherfucker!

(gunshots firing)
(groaning)

(groaning)

(gunshots firing)

(muffled shouting)
(gunshots firing)

(grunting)
(tense suspenseful music)

(screaming)
(tense suspenseful music)

(gunshot firing)

(groaning)

(tense dramatic music)

Junior:
Who set this up?

Queenie:
I know exactly who set this up.

(ominous music swells)

(gunshot firing)

(thudding)

(tense music swells)

♪

(car engine rumbling)
(distant train horn tooting)

Where's, uh, mr. Edwards?

Uh, you his driver?

I'm a friend of junior's.

I don't have time for this.

(tense dramatic music)

You know, whatever mr. Massey's
paying you for this, uh,

I'll give you double.

Triple it.

(tense dramatic music)

♪

I'll leave town.

I'll leave town,
you'll never see me again.

What time is it?

What?
- The time.

You got a watch?

Dinger:
Oh, yeah.

(tense dramatic music)

It's, uh, it's 10:15.

Why?

(tense dramatic music)

That's when the express
train pulls into the station.

A train? For me?

For me.

(train rumbling loudly)

(people chattering)

(gentle piano music)

♪

Randolph:
Dear brother garrett,

I was very pleased to
receive your letter

About your continued pursuit
of integration for the porters

Into the union.

I wish to make it clear

You have my full
support and counsel,

Should you need them.

Until that time,

I offer these words
by frederick douglass

That my father once
shared with me,

In hopes they sustain
you on the journey.

"if there is no struggle,
there is no progress.

"this struggle may
be a moral one,

"or it may be a physical one,
but it must be a struggle.

"if we ever get free from
the oppressions and wrongs

"heaped upon us,

"we must pay for
their removal.

"we must do this by labour,

"by suffering,

"by sacrifice,

"and if needs be,

"by our lives and the
lives of others."

(muffled shouting)
(soft dramatic music)

♪

♪

(soft dramatic music)

♪

(train chugging softly)
(soft dramatic music)

(muffled train rumbling)
(soft dramatic music)

♪

(sniffling)

(train horn blowing)

(soft jazz music)
(people chattering)

Sawyer:
Come on, franklin.

You're drinking
away the profits.

Fuck off sawyer.

Ah, I guess you're entitled
to a little misery.

Your father disowning
you is one thing,

But it's pretty damn awful when
even the niggers don't want you.

(grunting)

What did you say?

(grunting)

♪ I want some red roses

♪ for a blue lady

♪ mister florist,
take my order please ♪

Phillipe:
Let him go!

You'll kill him!

Get off me!

(grunting)

Get off him!
-No!

(grunting)

♪ hope these pretty flowers
chase her blues away ♪

The only thing I
hate more than you

Is that yappy fucking dog.

(breathing heavily)

♪ for a blue lady

♪ send them to the
sweetest gal in town ♪

Get out of my way!

(marlene sighs)

(crying softly)

(gentle music)

♪

(determined music)

♪

♪

You know, funny thing
about the irish.

They never take the train.

They think it's bad luck.

It's been a while since
I did this myself.

Sticks usually handles it.

Here's to montreal,
mr. Massey.

I guess the best man won.

(glass clinking)

I want a real
partnership queenie.

Fifty-fifty split.

(gentle classical music)

(junior clears throat)

(gentle classical music)

People think a good partners
dance is all about skill,

But it's actually
about trust,

Mainly how much they
have for each other.

Well, I know my
worth miss queenie.

I believe you do too.

So are you ready to
hang up the porter suit?

(junior chuckles)

Are you kidding me?

The suit is my advantage.

They'll never see me coming.

(gentle classical music)

♪

♪

(siren blaring)

(car engine rumbling)

(tense music)

♪

(tapping)

What seems to be the
problem officer?

Nice car like this,

It's hard to believe that you
have a problem in the world.

We got a report that
this car was stolen.

You smuggling booze?

(tense music)

I'm gonna take a
look in the back.

Sit tight.

(tense music)

♪

Officer:
I didn't tell you

To get out of that car.

I said get back in the car.

(tense music swells)
(gunshots firing)

(soft classical music)
(knocking on door)

(soft classical music)

♪

A man beats spanish flu
and the bottle

Only to die like a dog.

It's a devil of a thing.

It's a shame you weren't
able to meet with him, sir.

What do you mean?

Sir, did you not read
yesterday's messages?

"urgent", from ruben miller.

"need to explain
about junior massey."

(tense music)

(soft dramatic music)

Junior:
Come on.

Oh, what is with
all the secrecy?

Junior:
Shh.

Junior:
Right there.

Open.

(gentle uplifting music)

I don't understand.

That's your new clinic, mar.

I put a down payment on it.

Without asking me?

You ain't never heard of
a surprise, woman? Hm?

Put some chairs right
there for the waiting room.

In the back where the
big oven used to be,

That's where you'll take
care of your patients.

(gentle uplifting music)

But how?

I fixed it, mar.

Everything we want,
everything we need.

We can have it right here.

(gentle uplifting music)

♪

I believe this is for you.

I was thinking,
mrs. Massey,

If I may be so
bold as to think,

That I could build you a
little shelf right here.

A case there to
put your herbs in,

That light can come on in,

The light of god you
been talkin' about.

You happy?

Yes.

And I'm happy.

Now, I think back there

We can get some of
your magic tonics,

And that kitchen right there,

It's small but with zeke's
help we could spread it out.

This is gonna be
good for you.

It's gonna be really
good for you.

I know we all got
a lot of reasons

To be at the bottom of
a bottle right now,

But, uh...

I got a baby on the way.

(cheering)

And that's worth
raising a glass!

Congrats.

Thank you.

Now hold on.

I feel sorry for gwen.

I mean, we don't call you
"big-head barnes for nothin'.

(laughing)

Come on boys,
next round's on me.

Thanks pops.

'cause I know some of
y'all can't afford it.

(men laughing)

(soft piano music)
(people chattering)

(whimpering)

You all right, winn?

She's never got this far
along before, my wife.

Three pregnancies not one.

Now it looks like we're
finally gonna have a family

And I have no idea how
I'm gonna support 'em.

Some timing, huh?

I feel like a damn fool.

I know what it's
like out there.

I don't know what
I was thinking.

Hey winn,

Come on, man.

Breathe, breathe,
breathe, breathe.

Come on, come on, breathe.

(winn breathing deeply)

Atta boy.

Sorry, I don't know,

I don't know
why I did that.

(muffled laughing)

(sniffling)

Stay here,
I'll go back.

(muffled laughing)

(upbeat reggae music)

Junior:
I'm comin' for you

And your money.

Come here and
lose your money.

Let me give you
a little warning

Before me take all
your money, baby.

Mr. Junior massey.

Yessir!

Gentlemen, mmmmm.

Least you could do is
smoke a decent brand.

They're parisian.

They're supposed to
be all the rage.

No wonder marlene
put you outside.

And what you mean
"put me outside"?

How a king gwan get put
out him own castle?

(in best patois)
when di queen decide

That she nuh want you
fi stink up the house.

(group laughing)

True that.

Come on,
I'm heading to popsy's.

Thought you might wanna throw
a few back with the fellas.

Seeing as mr. Winny
gonna be a daddy.

What the hell you say?
- Mmhmm.

(upbeat reggae music)

Hope he's got
his mama's head.

All right, boys,
enjoy the game on me.

Let's go.
- All right.

Junior:
Save me some chicken.

All right, you got it.

(upbeat reggae music)

He's gonna be a dad?

(upbeat reggae music)

So you sticking
around then?

Mmhmm.

Hey, how the hell you
manage to pull that off?

You know me my brother,

I always find a way.

Yeah, but you usually
running to me for help.

Yeah, well,
I'm done running.

All right then,
junior massey.

Glad you sticking
around all the same.

I can't leave you,
my brother,

You're my boy!

Sorry about that, sir.

My mistake.

Junior:
Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)
(suspenseful dramatic music)

You get a look?

Yeah, that's him.

Junior:
Ma'am,

This man is a unmarried man

Looking for a wife.

Zeke:
How you doing, ma'am.

Are you sure?

That's the man that
killed your brother?

Andrew:
That's him.

Junior:
Haha! We gonna get you married!

We gonna get you
married, man.

Zeke:
Come on, man.

Junior:
How y'all doin'?

Where the main man?

(group cheering)

Winny gotta baby, baby.

(laughter)

Zeke:
Congratulations, winn.

And I don't mean to
steal the spotlight

From the man of the hour,

But I just wanted to run
an idea by you fellas.

Now what you think about
starting our own union?

A union for the porters.

We could do that?

Well, I ain't sayin'
it's gonna be easy.

We need a majority of
the porters on board,

An organizing committee,

And a,

A list of demands.

Tuffy:
I'd say higher wages

Should be first on your list.

White workers make
three times what we do.

And we should be paid
for dead-heading.

If I gotta spend the whole
night on an empty train,

I should be paid, right?

Zeke:
That's right.

And I'ma put
that on the list.

Popsy:
You know back in the war,

Brothers used to
work as cooks

And attendants in
the dining car.

I wouldn't mind being
a cook in the kitchen.

Nigger you'd burn the
whole place down.

(laughing)

Zeke:
He ain't lying.

But we do deserve a
shot at somethin' better

Than porter-in-charge.

Tuffy:
Get rid of demerits!

The right to an
impartial hearing

If you get fired, right?

And more than
three hours sleep

On a twenty-one hour shift.

Yeah.
-All right.

Stanley:
How about seniority?

I mean, some of us have
been working the line

As long as
you've been alive.

So zeke, you got a
name for this union?

Zeke:
Mm.

How about

"the order of
sleeping car porters"?

(muffled talk)

Zeke:
What y'all think?

To the order of
sleeping car porters.

Zeke:
I knew you'd like it.

To the order of
sleeping car porters.

To the order of
sleeping car porters.

(stomping)
(group cheering)

To the order of
sleeping car porters.

To the order of
sleeping car porters.

(group cheering
and chanting)

♪ didn't come this
far just to turn back

♪ didn't fight this hard just
to lay back on the road, yeah

♪ I know the cost

♪ but I can see the
light on the horizon

♪ I don't look down

♪ don't need to rest ♪