All language subtitles for Roots S01E07

Glory hallelujah. He's back.

- Excuse me, missy.
- What y'all want?

- Am I near the Harvey plantation?
- Nearly there.

Do you know the Harveys?

Oh, my! Oh, my!

What are you giggling at?

I'm giggling at you, Chicken George!

My Tom don't talk about nothing
excepting his daddy.

My son Tom?

And my man, Tom.

Then you...

You my Tom's woman?

I'm called Irene, sir.

Irene.

Well, let's see you.

My boy studied me well.

He picked a fine woman.

Oh, my.

They told me that
you was a handsome man...

...but they didn't say
how grand you are.

Oh, I ain't nothing special.

Yes, I am.

And now...

Where's my boy?

I'll take you to him.

What is it, honey?

- Man wants his horse shoed.
- Have him get back. I'm busy.

He don't look like
the getting-back kind.

Daddy?

- My daddy!
- Ease up.

You about to crush my ribs.

Ain't you something to see?

You're grown about as big as a bull!

There ain't a patch on you.

You came back in style.

Tom, where your mama?

Back in our cabin,
near the chicken coop.

I'll see you later.

Hey, little one. You all right?

Here, chickie, chickie, chickie.

Sometimes...

...I feared I'd never see you again.

Nothing this side of hell
could keep me away.

My heart's beating so fast,
about to fly to pieces.

Tildy, honey.

I is free.

Massa Moore gave me my papers.

George!

First he said he never said
no such thing.

Then he said I ought to stay on
and "Help your daddy," he said.

I told him I didn't have no daddy.

You ought to see him.
Old, stinking of corn.

The plantation's gone all to the seed.

Mama Kizzy.

I know.

Massa Moore told me
she died last spring.

You was her joy.

Oh, girl...

...I missed you sorely.

If you take all the houses...

...in all of Alamance County...

...they still wouldn't be as big as
that place where the old king lived.

He calls it a "castle."

Y'all get now. Me and Daddy
going into town for supplies.

I want to hear more about grand folks.

There be time for stories.
You got chores. You too, Virgil.

Especially you, Bud.

I'm so glad to be home.

And I sure do love my first grandson!

Here, take this boy.

What's going on?

Massa Harvey, this here's my daddy.

I've heard a lot about you,
Chicken George.

Howdy do, sir.

Your family's mighty glad
to see you.

You still at the Moores'?

My daddy's a free man, massa.
Massa Moore give him his papers.

Is that a fact?

You're welcome to stay here
if you can mind the work, George.

Why, thank you, sir.
I appreciate it.

All right, let's get on out of here.

Get on back.
I expect you before sunset.

- Morning, Tom.
- Good morning, massa.

I see folks regard you highly, Tom.

Guess they likes me well enough.

Ain't many blacksmiths in the county.

Nigger!

Yes, Massa Brent?

Coming, boss.

Yes, sir?

Can't you see I'm thirsty, boy?

Yes, sir, Massa Brent.

Let this run nice and cold for you.

My brother's thirsty.

- Yes, sir, powerful hot.
- Not you.

This old buck here.

The name's George Moore, sir.

I don't care what your name is, slave.

You just fill me this dipper
mighty quick.

I ain't no slave, Mr. Brent.

No, sir, I ain't.

This here my daddy, Massa Brent.
He a free man.

- Let's see your papers, "free man."
- Want me to whup him?

You daft? Can't whip free men like
they're just niggers. Come here.

- Staying at Harvey's?
- Harvey say I could stay.

Do he, now?

He do.

- Sam Harvey ought to know better.
- What you mean?

We got a law here, Mr. Free Man.

You stay in this state
more than 60 days...

...you get to be plain nigger again.

Did you see that nigger's face?

Tom was so proud the way
you stood up to Evan Brent.

Showed him what a black man could be.

Maybe I showed him wrong.

Better learn to keep his head down.

He raise it up, they find ways
to smack it back down.

Tildy.

I can't leave you. I can't.

I knows, honey.

I knows how you feel.

But you the first, George.

The first in this family
not to be a slave.

I remember you telling me
about your grandpa.

They had to cut off Kunta's foot
to keep him from escaping.

You can't turn your back.

And you can't steal the hope
of freedom from your children.

Then you want me to go?

Listen to me.

My man.

My beautiful man.

I got to stop myself from getting
on my knees and begging you to stay.

It's so lonely when you was away.

I like to dried up and died.

Tildy.

You decide.

I'm married to a free man,
George Moore.

I ain't about to live
with no slave ever again.

War! It's war, boys!

Our boys attacked Fort Sumter!
It's war!

Long live the Confederacy!
It's war, boys! It's war!

Well, this is what
we've been waiting for, huh, boys?

Are we gonna whup them Yankees?

No, no, no.

I said, are we gonna
whup them Yankees?

Tallyho!

Tallyho!

What they yell, Granddaddy?

Tallyho!

I guess that means:

"Watch out, little fox.
We after your hide!"

Well, it's time for Granddaddy
get back into the world.

I told all the stories I got
and I gotta go find me some more.

Virgil.

- Y'all be good boys, you hear?
- Okay, Daddy.

Somewhere...

...somebody's saying:

"If I only had a trainer
like Chicken George..."

I don't know where it is...

...or how far away.

It don't matter.

I'm coming back for you.

Don't you never give up on me.

First slave,
he weren't always a slave.

Before he was a slave,
he a free man...

...in Africa.

And he was called Kunta Kinte.

One day he went into the jungle
to fetch some wood to make a drum.

There, slavers catch him...

...and they sold him into slavery.

Then they chop off his foot
so he couldn't run away.

And Kunta Kinte had a daughter.

Kizzy.

And he teach her some words
he brung from Africa.

He teach her Kamby Bolongo.

Mean a river.
He teach her ko mean a fiddle.

She remembered
and she teach her own son.

And the son of Kizzy...

...was the man
folks call Chicken George.

And he raised hisself from slavery...

...and became a free man.

My daddy.

- Why ain't they shoed yet?
- Doing my best.

- My troop's tied down.
- I gets them done.

You better. Army don't like you
any more than you like us.

The faster you finish,
the sooner you go back.

Yes, sir.

Get out of my way!

What's going on?

There was a white boy, captain.

Trying to steal food.

Massa, I swears there was
a white boy in here stealing.

I don't see no boy.

Any of you see a white boy?

All I see is a full-grown darkie
with his hands full of stolen grub.

What's the matter?
Ain't we been feeding you?

Captain, sir, I swears to God.

Evan?

I think you hit it right
on the head. It's a fact.

We ain't been feeding
this nigger proper.

You is skinny. Is he skinny?
Look at them ribs.

Look at that rib poking out.
See that?

Why don't you just
tuck it in for him?

Nigger, why, you ain't nothing...

...but skin and bones.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Please? Maybe y'all got scraps
I could eat?

Poor child.

Come on in.

Much obliged, ma'am.

- Sit down while I fix something.
- Thank you.

I ain't no beggar, ma'am.

Been working land in South Carolina
with my wife, Martha.

Then the fighting started
and we had to get.

The war ruined the crops.
Even the rabbits left.

Since then, it's been nothing
but walking and asking for food.

And you takes it too when you can,
ain't that true?

Come back here!
I said, come back here!

Tom, what in the world
is going on here?

This here thieving boy...

...earned me my cracked ribs
you wrapped up so pretty.

I was just hungry.

Finish your plate.

I been hungry in my time too.

Go on.

What's your name?

George, ma'am. George Johnson.

Well, we already got one George...

...and you so young.

I reckon we'll just have
to call you "Old George."

Eat up, Old George.

You got enough
for another helping, ma'am?

You got belly enough for another?

It's not for me.
It's for my wife, Martha.

Your wife with you?

Yes, sir.

Outside.

Martha, come on.

Come on, it's all right.

It's all right.

This is Martha.

Pleased to meet you.

I couldn't let you work in the fields.
That wouldn't do.

- Maybe you could be an overseer.
- I can do that, sir.

I can't pay much. Just good food
and a place for you to sleep.

That fine with me, sir.
Mighty fine.

Good. I'd like to see you
get started right away.

Thanks, sir. Much obliged.

Well, I is the overseer.

Well, ain't that fine?

Yeah, I reckon it all right except...

Except what?

Tom, what exactly is a overseer?

- You fooling me?
- No, sir.

Then you is the most ignorant boy
I ever did see.

- Ain't there slaves where you're from?
- Not hardly.

Mostly poor white people like me.

- Lewis?
- Yeah, Tom?

Gonna learn Old George
about overseeing.

Why should we? White folks make
enough trouble for us as it is.

If George don't be overseer, maybe
massa find someone who knows how.

Who likes doing it.

You being overseer, you need a whip.

Can't be one without it.
Supposing this here your whip.

And suppose you want
this here slave...

...to fetch yonder bucket of water.

How you gonna get him to fetch it?

Go on, go on, show me.

Excuse me, Lewis.

Y'all mind fetching me that bucket?

That ain't how you goes about it.

Now you watch me. Watch me good.

I'm gonna show you
how you talks to slaves.

Nigger!

Yes, sir?

Fetch me this bucket of water.

Aw, massa! Ask some other nigger.
I is powerful tired.

- Tired, is you, you black trash?
- Yes, sir.

Maybe this here will perk you up.

Oh, no, sir, massa. Don't.
Please don't whip me!

- Is you tired?
- No, sir.

I is feeling right lively.
See how lively I is, massa?

See, massa?

Please, massa.
Please, please don't whip me.

I'll be good.

You watching and learning, boy?

No. I couldn't do that.
I couldn't whup Lewis.

I don't want you to either.
You gotta make like you might.

No! I likes Lewis.

Like him or no,
you're the overseer, he the slave.

Can't never forget that.

Are you teaching me to be mean?

I'm teaching you to stay alive
and how to keep skin on our backs.

Don't you ever call me "sir" again.
Do you hear?

Yeah.

Massa.

Nigger.

They're wearing us down.
Wearing us down.

We been fighting
as well as in the good years.

But they just got too much.

We kill off a company,
they send down five to take its place.

We capture a cannon.
They ship a new battery.

He's right. We gotta hold on
long enough to turn this about.

Sam.

We need everybody
to rally around the Confederacy.

And I don't mean just moral support.

We'll give all the help we can, Evan.
Frankly, we're out of cash.

Of course I'll give
the horses and food I can.

The Confederacy can have
my silver service.

Lila. Are you sure
you want to do that?

You know what it means to you.

They are entitled to all we have.

Matilda, come with me.

Tom, Irene, somebody, hurry!
It's me.

She's having the baby!

Well, I'll go get Matilda.
Don't worry.

What should I do?

Old George, looks like
you already done it.

Tom...

...what keeping that baby?

Ain't no particular time
for a baby to be birthed, Old George.

Maybe I just ought to go in there.

Why don't you let Matilda
and Irene look after her.

Ain't nothing they don't know
about birthing.

Give us a smoke of your pipe, Tom.

Thank you.

Your Martha's fine, Georgie.

She's sleeping now.

I ain't heard no baby cry.

Martha's a young girl.

She got plenty of time
for more babies.

I ain't no preacher...

...but I'd like to say something.

This here little baby...

...we don't know
what he might have been...

...but we knows one thing:

If he like his daddy...

...he'd a growed to be a good man.

- Amen.
- Amen.

You's all my friends.

You's the only friends
I ever did know in all my life.

You's like my family.

Martha and me, we thanks you.

Tom.

Who that?

It's me, Jemmy Brent.

What you doing here?

We're whipped, Tom.
The South is finished.

Evan and them others can keep
fighting, but I'm getting out.

- You got to help me, Tom.
- Why should I help you?

I know, Tom, I know.

You're grieved at me,
and you got a right.

But hard times are coming.
For both white and black folks.

We got to learn a new way
of getting along together.

Isn't this as good a time
as any to start?

What you want me to do?

If I stay in uniform,
they'll probably catch me...

...and they're hard on deserters.

Here's the key to my place,
to company shops.

I got some regular clothes in there.
Fetch them for me.

I knew I could count on you.
I knew it.

I'll wait right here for you.
Right here.

Trust has got to start somewhere.

Let it be here and now.
Let it be us.

I wouldn't blame you
if you don't go.

But I'll never forget if you do.

Nigger.

Tom?

What are you doing still here?

Where's Tom?

What'd you done?

Well.

You sweet thing.

Oh, no, massa.

I'm not gonna do you no harm.
I wouldn't hurt you.

I just want a little kiss.

You brought my clothes.
That's good, Tom.

Honey, it don't matter.

Tom, there ain't no harm done.
Just having a little fun.

Makes no difference
between you and me.

I believed you.

I wanted it so to be true.

I believed you.

I got no more time for jawing.
Hand me them clothes and I'm leaving.

I do believe you are looking
for a whipping.

You ain't gonna do nothing to me.

Now, how you figure that?

Because I ain't gonna
let you, Jemmy Brent.

Ain't you now?

Ain't you?

No. No, Tom.

You're one dead nigger.

I'm gonna have to kill you, boy.

Help me!

God darn it, help me.

Listen to me, Jemmy Brent.
Listen to me.

Take this message
with you to hell:

The last hands that touched you
on this earth...

...was my black hands.

Him or me.

It were him or me.

Captain Brent's brother is missing.

Any of you all
seen Jemmy Brent, speak up.

Some of you must have seen my brother.

They found his horse
no more than a mile from here.

Damn niggers. They wouldn't
help none if they could.

Where'd you get them lumps, boy?

Got's me kicked
by a plow horse, massa.

That's mighty curious. You being a
blacksmith, you ought to know better.

Got to watch out
for the animals.

Even a plow horse kick out
when he paining enough.

Any animal that pains that much
should be put out of its misery.

You ain't seen the last of me, nigger.