All language subtitles for AGood.Lord.Bird.S01E03-Črnci-James Brown

upbeat bluegrass music

[Owen] Now why don't they just
come on and make a fight of it?

What would, uh, what would
Gideon tell his people, John?

-"I will not rule over you.
-No.

-My son will not rule over you.
-No.

Our Lord and Savior
will rule over you."

Yeah. Our Savior
won't let them attack us.

[whistles]

Uh, think again, Old Man.

[gun clicks]

You remember me, sir?

-[grunts]
-I'm the one you promised

to turn yourself in to
when we returned your sons.

I remember ye.

[chuckles softly]

John, Jason.

Howdy, Jeb.

Now,

I turned a blind eye
to your sons' escape

when we were set upon
by mysterious Indians.

Yes. Isn't God great?

[Jeb] Now, your sons
acquitted themselves well.

But I think
you should know--

Mr. Brown, please
stop doing that--

I think you should know that
the governor of Kansas Territory

has raised the reward for
your capture, dead or alive,

to $3,000,
and President Buchanan

has offered
another $250.

So I would say

that you'd be safer
riding with us to trial

than being in these parts
with all that money

on your head.

Let me ask you a question.

Yes, sir.

Do you believe,

do you believe that Jesus Christ
is our holy Lord and Savior?

-Yes, sir.
-And do you think

that Jesus of Nazareth

thinks my friend Broadnax here
is three-fifths human being?

Hmm? Do you imagine that Jesus

thinks you more
important than he?

Well, I believe that Jesus
sees us all as his children.

And yet, you
would oppose us

in our fight to free your
enslaved brothers and sisters?

Mr. Brown,

you have been charged
with murder,

theft of property and treason.

How much money
do I have left, Salmon?

Two dollars, 50 cents.

Two dollars and 50 cents.

Gentlemen,

I hereby offer two dollars

and 50 cents
for the head

of President Buchanan!

He presides over
a barbaric institution

that does not answer

to the throne
of our most holy Savior.

Bravo.

Boys, Mr. Brown,
gentlemen.

And, uh...

-Onion.
-And Onion.

These woods are full
of men hunting for you.

Now, if you surrender to me,
I can protect you.

Otherwise, I am duty bound to
report that I've made contact,

and my next orders will
surely be to track you down

and shoot you on sight
in our next encounter.

Excuse me, sir.

You know, it makes me sad
to say this,

but I've a strong intuition
the next time I see you,

I'll be looking over
all your dead bodies.

Fare thee well.

"Come On Children,
Let's Sing"

Hallelujah

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

somber music

[Onion]
Here's the thing about bein'

a gunfighter for the Gospel.

It doesn't matter if you're
Black, white, a boy or a girl.

You still a gunfighter.

And that makes you a kind of
hero in your own mind.

We slept in the cold,
ate crickets,

broke our teeth on corn,

and were generally miserable.

We were wanted men,

and there's a pride in that.

Course, until you're dead.

George Turner was dead.

Hello, Beth.

Beth, no.

[exhales]

I'm so sorry, Beth.

I'm so sorry.

At least now I know.

Oh, whoa.

[grunting]

You can shelter in
at the barn.

I'll kindle the stove
in the kitchen.

-Beth.
-Be careful.

The cow kicks.

[cow lowing]

[baby cooing]

[John]
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You'll be so proud
of your father one day.

I promise.

[whispers]
I promise.

[laughs softly]

Here's some corn bread, boys.

-[clamoring]
-Thank you, ma'am.

[exhaling]

John, the declaration please.

Oh.

[clears throat]

"A Declaration of Liberty
by the Representatives

of the Slave Population
of the United States of America.

[clears throat]

We hold these truths
to be self-evident,

that all men are created equal,

and that the history of slavery
is a history of injustice

and cruelties
inflicted upon the slave

in every conceivable way,

and in barbarity

not surpassed by the most
savage of tribes of men.

I hereby state that I am willing
to fight and die

to protect the good,
the fair and the righteous.

I vow to spend

what remains of my life

ending this hypocrisy."

Thank you, son.

The winds have changed,

and the voice of our Redeemer
is becoming clear.

Onion, would you get us a pen

and an inkwell?

Those of you who want
to continue on with me,

it's time to sign
the Declaration.

The Lord came to me
last night, boys.

He showed me
the path to victory.

While you men slept,
He whispered in my ear

the battle plan.

We are to light the fuse
that will start a great war

to end slavery.

It will be a war

between the North
and the South.

Both are guilty.

Both must share the suffering
and the sacrifice.

Slavery will go
down in a tide

of blood and carnage.

Wailing and lamentations

will come from every family
in this land.

I've seen the tears.

God will equalize the pain.

Grief and sorrow
will visit every home

in these alleged United States.

[Ottawa]
The bill is overdue.

It's time for this country
to pay.

I'm with you, Captain.

To whatever end.

Did your Lord give you details?

[Owen]
Like a time and a place?

[John]
He gave me an exact time,

an exact place.

All will be revealed very soon.

First, I need to go visit
the King of the Negroes.

[scoffs]
King of the Negroes?

I'm right here, Captain.

[train whistle blowing]

[attendant]
Tickets! Tickets, please.

Thank you, ma'am.

[Onion] The Old Man traveled
under different names.

-Tickets!
-Nelson Hawkins,

Shubel Morgan or Mr. Smith,

depending on what
he could remember.

Tickets, please.
Thank you, sir.

But it didn't make
no difference.

The captain was as famous
as bad whiskey.

Excuse me, sir, your slave
isn't allowed in here.

This car is for whites only.

She's not my slave.
She's my daughter.

Whatever she is to you,
she doesn't belong here.

She belongs wherever I go.

We're all children
of the same Creator.

Oh, you must be one of those
fancy-speaking Yanks.

[chuckles]

If you don't get that filthy
colored thing out of this car,

I'll throw you and it off
at the next stop.

Henrietta, would you mind
holding this for one second?

[sighs]
No problem, Cap.

You owe my daughter an apology.

The Bible tells us to treat
all children as our own.

[laughs]

No pickaninny will ever
be my child.

You don't know who that is.

That's John Brown.

You trying to get us
all shot up?

[attendant]
You're John--

[whispering]
You're John Br...

I am so, so sorry, Mr. Brown.

Hawkins. Nelson Hawkins.

This is my daughter
Henrietta Hawkins.

Yes, of course...

-Mm-hmm.
-Mr. Hawkins.

Uh, you will not be disturbed
again on your travels, sir.

It's no problem.
Now apologize to my daughter.

-Uh, sorry for--
-Your hat.

Your hat. You're addressing
a young woman.

Yeah.

I'm very sorry f-for
bothering you, M-Miss Hawkins.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Uh, sir?

Onion.

Onion, you awake?

Do you have the funds
from those Yankee donations?

[sighs]

The boys will be mighty
glad to get this money.

Oh, it's not for them.

It's for my wife.

Where's your missus?

Mary? She's, uh,

just a little bit
off that way.

We have a little farm.

It's modest, but...

she makes it a nice place to be.

Come May, June, flowers bloom,

trees blossom,
the lake warms.

It's special then.

[sniffs]

Someday, I'm gonna
take you there.

You have your own farm?

You rich?

You know what I have
in my pockets? [sniffs]

A gold coin stitched
in the lining?

Mm-mm.

Grief.

[chuckles]

That's my wealth...

grief.
[sniffs]

My first wife...

we were so in love.

When I dug her grave,
it was-it was raining.

I'd already buried
nine of our children.

Can you imagine
that much grief?

I'm a rich man.

Then came financial ruin...

[chuckles]
...disgrace, shame.

Loss of faith.

You sound like
that fella Job.

Job?

You've been doing
your reading.

[laughs]

I am so proud of you.
[chuckles]

[train whistle blowing]

bluesy piano music

[Onion]
Rochester was right enjoyable.

The sights and colors
of the world

up before my eyes
like a peacock's feather.

Onion.

Even the smallest street
in that city

made the biggest road
in Kansas Territory

seem like a rutted back alley.

Afterwhile

In the bye and bye

In the bye
and bye

- Oh, afterwhile
- Oh, afterwhile

- In the bye and bye
- In the bye and bye

I'm gonna see King Jesus

In the bye and bye

Tell him all my troubles

- In the bye and bye
-Onion. Onion.

Afterwhile...

What is this?
I don't want this.

Let's go.

Come on, Onion.

But, Captain, look.

-Can I keep it?
-No, you can't keep it.

Give it back to her.
It's her ball.

It's her ball!

[Frederick Douglass]
For it is not light

that is needed, but fire!

Not the gentle shower,

but thunder!

We need the storm, the whirlwind
and the earthquake!

Is that the King
of the Negroes?

That is the great
Frederick Douglass.

[applause continues]

[Douglass]
The feeling of the nation

must be quickened.

The conscience of the nation...

must be roused.

The propriety of the nation
must be startled.

The hypocrisy of the nation
must be exposed,

and its crimes against
God and man must be denounced!

Hear! Hear!

What, to the American slave,

is your Fourth of July?

[Onion] I never knew a Negro
could speak like that,

or look like that.

He was downright beautiful.

-All of your prayers...
-I never thought

I'd find myself saying that
about a gentleman.

But he sure was a sight.
I couldn't tear away.

-...religious parade...
-Nor could the whites.

...are to him mere
bombast, fraud,

deception, impiety
and hypocrisy!

[cheering and applause]

Go!

Search the world where you will.

Roam through all the monarchies

and despotisms of the old world.

Travel through South America,
search out every abuse.

And when you have found
the last,

lay your facts by the side
of the everyday practices

of this nation,
and you will say with me

that for revolting barbarity

and shameless hypocrisy,

-America reigns without a rival!
-[John] Amen!

-[cheering]
-Amen! Amen!

Sir, Mr. Douglass
will see you and...

your companion at his home.

-Please be discreet.
-Mm-hmm. Understood.

-Understood.
-[fireworks exploding]

-[people gasping]
-[gun clicks]

[all]
Oh!

[Douglass]
John, John.

John!

John, stop it.

Go! Lunatic.

[Douglass laughs]

Well, hello, old friend.

-Oh, I like the beard.
-Oh, thank you.

I didn't know you were coming.
I would've made arrangements.

Well, my current status
prevents me

from announcing my whereabouts.

Yes, you mean being a man
wanted for murder?

Let me show you
something.

-Where's that go?
-Uh...

Um, my home is part
of the Underground Railroad.

This is a pathway
to Canada.

I've shepherded many
a runaway to freedom, John.

I cannot house you
for more than a few nights.

Do not leave
that front door.

There are many spies
in this part of the country.

If there's trouble,
you and your companion

can escape here, it leads
to my basement and safety.

I understand.

[Anna] Honey, let me
take your coat.

-You must be warm.
-Oh, thank you, darling.

And how dare you

forget to tell me that
my favorite John Brown

was paying us
a visit?

I wasn't
expecting him.

Oh. [laughs]

Well, now don't you
just look a mess.

We need to get some
soap on that skin

and some meat
on them bones.

I thought I heard you
come in, dear.

-Here, I brought your slippers.
-Thank you, darling.

Mr. Brown, what
a-a nice surprise.

Did Frederick tell you
we were having company?

He did not, but the captain
is always welcome.

Thank you. Always nice
to see you, Ottilie.

-Ah. Yes.
-And you, too.

And what

-do we have here?
-Oh, oh, oh, yes.

This is Henrietta Shackleford,

born of Bloody Kansas,
I call her Little Onion.

Onion, this...

is Frederick Douglass
and his wife Anna Douglass,

and, uh... Ottilie.

Mm.

He's a king.

They do their own rules.
Sit down, sit down.

There you go.

-[John and Douglass chuckle]
-Henrietta.

Howdy, Fred.

[groans]

-You address me as Fred?
-Mr. Fred.

-[John] No.
-Do you know

that you are not talking
to a pork chop,

but rather a fairly considerable
and incorrigible

piece of
the American Negro diaspora?

Say that again?

-I am Mr. Douglass.
-Mr. Douglass.

-Mr. Douglass.
-Mr. Douglass.

[John]
You must understand

it's the high thrill
of her life to meet

the man who will lift

her people out of the darkness

of chains of the
underlying world.

I've had so many
disappointments in my life,

Onion, but this man

is one on whom we can
always depend.

What kind of name is Onion
for a young lady anyway?

And why are you dressed
in this fashion?

Ottilie, we will make her
a proper lady.

Thank you.

[Ottilie]
So you are staying in town?

Um, the Lord has

asked me to come seek
guidance from Frederick.

I hope it's not
an inconvenience.

-Oh, of course not. You stay.
-Oh, it is late,

-and I am exhausted.
-Of course. Of course.

Well, um, tomorrow?

[Douglass] Yes, I have business
all day tomorrow.

-All day? Not in the evening?
-All day.

[Douglass]
In the evening, yes.

We can meet in the evening,
after dinner.

-After dinner.
-And, um, oh, Anna.

Anna will provide you
with clothing more suitable

for a young Negress. Yes.

Did we do all right?

-Yes, fine.
-We did all right? Okay. [sighs]

What do you think?

[Onion]
I was already exhausted

from being the girl
in the city.

For a damsel on the trail
could spit,

chaw tobacco, holler, fought,

and gather no more attention
to herself than a bird would

snatching crumbs
off the ground.

Stand straight. Neck long.

Slow, quiet breaths.

[sighs] Perhaps
if you keep quiet,

people may mistake you
for a proper lady.

[Anna]
Go and put on a hoop.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and change into
that red dress.

Yellow isn't
your color.

[John] We give thanks for
the Douglasses' hospitality.

One and all, we give thanks
for old friends and new.

Emperor.
We give thanks

for this time
together.

We invite You into our minds,
into our hearts,

we give thanks
for the turtle

that gave its life
for this soup,

and the cow in the platter.
We give thanks for the-the

hands that-that
kneaded the dough,

for the rain that You
let fall on the grains,

the sun that warmed
every kernel.

Yes, that reminds me
of a parable...

-Amen.
-[others] Amen.

Amen. Thank you.

No, you know, let's hold hands.
Let's hold hands.

-Oh...
-[stammers] John, John.

What if we allowed Henrietta
the honor of the blessing?

Because it would be good
for her education.

That-that would be so wonderful.
That would be so wonderful.

[Douglass]
Henrietta.

[chuckles]

Oh, I'll go...

We're waiting.

Dear Lord--

Oh, anything will do!

Uh... dear Lord.

Bless it be,
Father.

Bless us,
O Lord.

Maker of mens, gifter of gifts.

Bless us of our daily bread.

Amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

[all]
Amen.

Good idea.

Napkin, napkin...

[grunts]

Onion has become
quite the woman of God.

Mm, she has a great teacher

-in you, John.
-Mm, thank you.

[Douglass] Um, I heard
there was some, some nasty

weather in Kansas.

Rain, sleet, wind.

We'd have possum for breakfast,

raccoon for lunch.

Possum and raccoon,
you remember.

[John]
A few nuts in the rain

for-for dinner,
made us more fervent

for the cause.

Hmm.

But we're done with Kansas now.

I've communed with our Lord.

He has a greater task
at hand for us.

[Ottilie]
Mr. Brown,

I instinctively distrust men
who know so well

what God wants them to do,
'cause I notice it seems

to always coincide
with their own desires.

Darling.

[sighs]

[John] No, it's,
it's all right.

Let me explain.

May I?

I find that often
in life,

we identify
with the most small

and trivial aspects

of ourselves.
For example--

you're from Europe,
Anna's

from Maryland,
I'm from New York,

Onion's from Kansas.

But that's not who we are,

or where we come from.

Where we come from
is so much more mysterious

than that.

And the Lord has tasked me
with enlightening some among us,

who have grown too attached

to their smaller selves.

Mm-hmm. Onion?

Now.

[slurps]

[Onion]
It...

it is im...

[whispers]
Imperative.

...imperative
that we secure

all additional funds
for the cause

of freeing my people.

Sit down, it's all right.

Ah, and, uh...

and what exactly will
these funds be used for?

Men...

provisions...

weapons, cannons...

for the emancipation

-of the Negro, of course.
-[pounds table]

Yeah, I like the sound,
I like the sound of that!

[Douglass]
Yes, yes, yes!

But-but what exactly

is this new plan of yours?

It will all become clear

as soon as we have
secured funding from

-the Secret Six.
-Mm.

[clears throat]

You want me

to go to
the Secret Six

and ask them for money
on your behalf

with no details as
to what it is for?

The Lord commands us to walk
by faith, not by sight.

Yes, but what they have
seen in Kansas

has shaken their faith
in you, John.

We freed slaves.

Yes.

By murder.

By decapitation!

John, you severed heads!

You bring more
trouble to us

-than you bring freedom.
-The slave needs freedom!

He doesn't,
he doesn't care how!

Oh, oh!

He doesn't care!
He doesn't need talk!

-He needs action!
-Oh, so now you know

what the Negro slave needs?

I know this wicked practice
has to end.

And I know every slave will
take up arms to make it so.

Are you quite finished?!

As someone

who has never
lived in bondage...

never been owned...

never been savaged...

never been used
to death...

and then discarded...

please do not presume

to tell me what a slave

will or will not do.

[John]
You're right.

I cannot

speak for the enslaved.

But, Frederick,

I can speak for

the depths and shallows

of the slavers' hearts.

When I was a boy, my father
took in an escaped slave.

Uh, his name was Daniel--
he was nine,

I was nine,
and he was my friend.

Until some men

hunted him down and beat him

over the head with a shovel

until he was dead
on our front porch.

I have seen the look

in their eyes,
Frederick.

Hatred, greed and fear

are not a good mix.

[Douglass]
Yes.

I agree with you.

But...

...I cannot speak
to our friends on your behalf.

[stammers softly]

Have y-you lost faith in me?

No, no, it is not
about faith,

John, it's a...

it's a question
of method.

If what you are
proposing

causes the nation to explode
in bloody revolution,

-it will take even longer...
-It...

...to reach true equality.

You are, by far,
the craziest person

to ever sit at this table.

Um... Ottilie?

Ottilie, please.

John?

-Captain!
-[John] No, I...

I've been called crazy before.

A fool.

But I know there will be

no friendship

with the slave-holding man

until he is soundly beaten,

holds himself accountable,

and asks for forgiveness.

Then, we can discuss friendship.

[Douglass]
Yes, but that friendship

is nearly five
generations away.

So then I'm a fool.

But I'm a fool for God.

[Douglass]
John, please.

Come back to the table.

John, it's impossible.

-It'll never work.
-It will work! It has to work!

And then we head
right up into here.

-The mountains?
-It's the perfect place to hide.

The slaves will come to us
slowly, we'll gather them,

we'll train them,
we'll arm them.

You help free them and then
you recruit them to fight.

We'll teach them
to fight for their freedom

-and the freedom of others.
-Just set it down right here.

-Not-not now. Not now, no.
-It is impossible.

Then, then the ones
who can't fight, well,

we'll usher
them north.

Just set it down here.

You're talking
about insurrection.

I'm talking about...
Not now, Onion!

I'm talking
about revolution.

You asked for a plan.
This is it.

Will you speak
to the Six?

Look, there are more ways to
make money than walking around

with your hat in your hand.
Just set it down.

-No, not now. I-I can't...
-There are more...

-Just make some speeches!
-No, I can't do that.

Make some speeches, John.

-I'll teach you, for God's sake!
-I can't speak like you.

No, just-- will you speak
to the Six?! Onion!

Hey, it makes me nervous!

I don't like
public speaking!

[Douglass]
Damn it, John!

Speak with the same passion

and vigor as you do when
reciting the King James Bible...

Don't worry. Fred knows
what he's doing.

-Does Brown?
-[argument continues]

I think we've done
enough work here tonight.

Oh, Henrietta,
if you'll excuse me,

I must go check on Mr. Douglass.

Uh, can you, um, tidy up in here
a bit, and head to bed?

Uh, y-you have a long trip
ahead of you in the morning.

-[Anna] Ottilie?
-Will do, Mrs. Douglass.

Good night.

[distant]
Fred? Fred?

[argument continues
indistinctly]

[door opens]

[sighs]

Um... Henrietta?

What are you doing
in here?

Oh, Mr. Douglass.

I was waiting on you.

Uh, you see, last night's
dinner talk was so lightening.

"Enlightening," dear.

Uh, yes,
"in-lightning."

Um, uh, and, uh,
since I'll be fighting

in service for Mr. Brown,

I figured you could
further educate me

on the plight
of the Negro.

Aha, and the drink?

Well, sir, uh,

it's for you.

The Old Man don't learn easy.

Figured you would need
a little something

to calm your nerves.

Oh, well, that is very,

very, um... thoughtful

of you.
[clears throat]

-Now, the--
-Y-You know...

um, my nerves are a little raw,

on account of all the
traveling I's about to do,

to the parts of the nation
I done never seen.

Well, uh, a sip or two
wouldn't hurt.

And you are coming into age.
Go ahead, pour yourself a glass.

Now, mmm, the Negro.

The Negro comes
in all shades:

dark, black, blacker,

blackest.

Blacker than night!

Black as hell!

Black as tar!

White. Light.

Lighter, lightest,
lighter than light.

Light as the sun!

And almost white.

-[footsteps]
-Hmm.

Oh, my dear,
what is the matter?

-Are you all right, my dear?
-Is it not your bedtime?

Uh, I was just

educating her
before her trip.

With a glass of cognac?

Would you not
need a drink before

a northern rail trip
with the captain?

What is wrong,
my love?

-You...
-I--

...you must stop whatever it is
you're planning with Brown.

[Douglass] W-- Don't worry,
there's no way that

Brown's mission can be
traced back to me.

Oh, abolitionists
love gossip,

more than church ladies.

And if this gets out, you will
be charged with treason.

Darling, you are being hys--

Go ahead,
say "hysterical."

-See what happens.
-No-- I'm sorry, sorry.

I, um, I have handled John.

There will be
no surprises this time.

Oh, he won't stop
until the land

-is drenched in blood.
-At some point,

-war may be necessary.
-Do we want

John Brown determining when?

Well--

Promise me you'll at least
consider being strong with him.

-You make the rules.
-Yes.

Yes, I will, I--

-Come, my love.
-Yeah.

-I... Okay. Yes.
-Come to bed.

I'll-I'll be up in a moment

after I've finished
with young Henrietta here.

[sighs]

Don't be too long.

And you'll come to bed?
My bed?

Yes, my love.

Don't let John Brown

get you killed.

Or you won't be
able to punish me

for how naughty
I'm going to be.

[both chuckle]

[whispers indistinctly]

[laughs]
O-Oh... You can't...

You can't do that
in your little--

-Lord.
-[both laugh]

You--

[clears throat]

[door opens]

-[door closes]
-[sighs]

[both exhale]

Uh, w-would you like
a-another, sir?

You drink mighty quickly.

Oh, uh, I'm just
trying to keep up.

Uh, I thought it would
be rude otherwise.

Oh.
[clears throat]

Would you like to sit with me

on this love seat while
I further explain to you

-the plight of our people?
-Um, uh,

well, sir,

I-I reckon that plight looks
righteous bad now,

tills you further it.

But, uh, since it seem
like you knowed everything...

[laughs]

Oh, yes. I knowed everything.

And I deedy doody
say so indeedy.

[laughs]

Mm.

Hmm.

The Negro knows not
where he was born

or who his mother is

or who his father is
or her real name.

Mm-- but I-I
know my pa.

He's shot and killed.

Tell me,

how was your father killed?

Well, uh, I guess it
was the Old Man's fault.

So John Brown is crazy?

I-I don't know
who's crazy or not.

W-Well, tell me,
how many are in his army?

Uh, damn near ten, I guess?

Ten?

Well, that's sens...

Ten?

Ten? Only ten?

Uh, well, we pick some up,
we lose some.

-Uh, some get killed.
-Ten?

No. Ten?!

Ten? That's not even a dozen!

Ten!

Ten? Are you--

Oh, God.

-[Anna] Fred, we need...
-Hmm?

Oh. Onion, you're still here.

Yes, I was just
giving her lessons

on the, uh, the Negro life.

Well, have you spoken
to Ottilie yet?

I... have.

And what are you thinking?

I, um, what are your thoughts?

-Mm.
-We need men like Brown.

If we are
to achieve emancipation,

we need men
like the both of you.

But getting our brothers
murdered, that is not freedom.

Blood will be spilled
and it must be spilled.

[whispers]
You know it.

I know it.

So you say.

[Anna]
Oh, my love.

I love you.

I need you.

[whispering]
I believe in you.

I know you are a king.

You are a lion.

Mmm.

Screw your courage
to the sticking place.

-Lead us.
-Mmm.

Mm. Mm.
[grunts]

Oh. Shouldn't you be heading
to bed, Little Onion?

Uh, y-yes, ma'am.

Promise me you'll stay
the course.

Support Brown.

Yes, I will.

-I need another drink.
-Me, too.

[grunts]

[exhales]
Ah...

Uh... to love.

-I drink to Pie.
-Ah.

Who is Pie?

[exhales]
My first love.

That's a funny name for a man.

How about one for the plight
of our people in the South

who ain't here to hear
your speech on them?

Yes! Hmm.

[Onion]
How about, uh, a drink, uh,

-for our pets in slavery, too,
-Yes.

-Uh, the dogs, uh, the buffalos.
-Yes.

-Yes.
-To all-all the goats.

Yes, even the goats!

Yes! Preach it, my country waif!

[laughs]
Oh, God.

[Onion]
He was a king.

But had I knowed
what was coming,

I expect I'd have taken
that little derringer I had

back in Pikesville
out of my pants pocket

and popped Mr. Douglass
right there.

For he would short the Old Man
something terrible

at a time when the Old Man
needed him most.

-Aw, there, there.
-[crying]

suspenseful music

I thought
I heard a noise.

I-I wasn't doing nothing.

Course not.

But if you was,

you might want
to take some supplies.

Food, extra change of clothes.

What is you?

What is you?

'Cause you sure
ain't much a lady.

I'm damn near exhausted
of being a "lady."

What about you?

Huh?

You work for Mr. Douglass?

Is he your kin?

We ain't no kin.

I come from South Carolina.

When I escaped,

I made my way
up north, landed here.

Met Mr. Douglass.

He took me in.

You was a slave?

You ran here all by yourself?

Had to.

Been too risky
to bring others along.

Why you want to part ways
with the captain?

Any man would be a fool to leave
the North to fight for coloreds.

And I ain't no fool.

-I'm with Mr. Douglass.
-Don't misunderstand.

Mr. Douglass
is in this fight.

He just don't always see
eye to eye with the captain.

How'd you know
you was ready to run?

[Emperor]
I didn't.

I saw everyone
around me dying.

Or being sold off.

I guess I got to the point
where I figured,

if I was gonna die,

I wanted to meet death
as a free man.

I know you heard

Many a song

Songs that will lift up
or bow down your head

So many times
you've heard songs

Most of all

That will give ease
to trouble in mind

But right now
I'd like to sing a song

That's been with me
for a long, long

Long, long, long time

So many times when trouble

Get all around me

I have to steal away
and get consolation

And the only way
I can get consolation

Is when I lift up my head

And think about
all the things

The Lord has done for me

And this is what I said,
listen

Amazing

Grace

How sweet

The sound

Lord, Lord

That saved, yes, sir

A wretch like, just like me

Yeah, yeah

Oh, for I once

I once was lost

But now, right now,
I'm found

Yeah, I was blind

Yeah

But now I'm, I'm glad

I can see right now

And when trouble
just get all around me

This is what I say

Through many

Many dangers

Toils, toils and snares

Do you ever think of this?

That I, Lord have mercy

I have already-ready come

Oh

Grace, grace

That brought, oh

Me safe, so safe thus far

And I'm able
to tell you this

That grace, one day

It will carry,
carry, carry me home

And so many times
I like to repeat myself

Oh, through many

Many dan...

Many dangers, toils,
toils and snares

Whoo, good God Almighty

I'm glad I, yeah

I've already-ready come

Yeah, yeah

Oh... many