The Underground Railroad (2021) s01e09 Episode Script

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[grunts]
[grunts]
[panting]
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[sighs]
[chains rattling]
[clock ticking]
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[birds chirping]
[chickens clucking]
[distant chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
[woman] Cora?
I've heard a lot about you.
Ellis, Ellis!
Oh, my lordy.
Miss-Miss Cora!
[laughs]
Oh, it is mighty
nice seeing you again.
That excited to see me, huh?
No, no, I'm sorry, Ellis.
It's just
I'm surprised is all.
What are you doing here?
Headed west, me and Olivia.
After we's married,
I figure we best go west.
Life in the South
underground?
That ain't no way
for a child.
A child?
[Olivia] Yes, ma'am.
[Ellis] Always heard tell
of this place.
[chuckles] I wouldn't
believe it was real
less I seen it
with my own eye.
Kind of like you.
[Ellis laughs]
Was just telling these fellas.
Mr. Royal here can tell you.
Uh, Mr. Royal?
[birds singing]
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You all right?
Yeah.
It's that
I got something to say.
I'm not quite sure
how to say it.
When I woke up that morning
when I woke up
and come round
and find you gone
it did something to me.
Made me feel things
I hadn't felt in a long time.
I wants to apologize.
For
I wants to apologize,
and I'm hoping
you'll let me this time.
I'm sorry for leaving
without telling you.
For not coming to you
and knocking on your door
and-and showing you
how I felt in leaving.
You understand me?
That wasn't right.
I left cause I was shamed
I made you feel shamed.
But then I run and left you
alone with all that shame.
That wasn't right of me.
It wasn't right.
[Cora] There's something
I got to do.
Gots me some testifying to do.
Hello, everybody.
[voice trembles] Uh
Thank you for coming today.
For seeing to me.
I'm sure a lot of you
know who I am by now.
Been here long enough,
y'all know me.
I thought it only right
since I knows I want to be here,
want to be a part of you,
that I tell you my story.
My whole story.
[exhales]
I am a wanted woman.
I don't mean
just being a runaway.
I am that, yes, but
I am more.
I ran away from a plantation
way down in Georgia.
Was me and two others.
Was me and
and my best friend
and a, and a
a very good man.
We was on the hog trail when
some mens jumped us.
Least I thought they was mens.
One of them got ahold of me,
and I
I smashed him across the head.
- [crowd murmurs]
- I'm near certain I killed him.
So, you see,
I am a wanted woman,
and I don't want to be here
without y'all knowing
what-what it is
This is madness!
- The woman is a fugitive!
- [Valentine] Brother Mingo,
please.
A fugitive.
Not any mere runaway
but a fugitive.
- A murderer.
- [Sybil] Well, you act like
ain't been fugitives
on this property before.
Yes, but I don't think
they had any more right
to be here than she.
And, even then, they were here,
then they were gone.
And they certainly
didn't kill no white boys.
[sighs]
If y'all want me to leave,
I got no problem with that.
Being from where I'm from,
just to see
what y'all have built here
is more than I ever
would have hoped for.
Not the kind of thing
I ever would have dreamed.
I'm thankful for that,
just to see it.
You ain't going nowhere.
You's home now.
Says who?
Not your place to say, Royal.
Not your place to know that.
She ain't the first
to show up here with
[Gloria] And she won't be
the last.
Brother Mingo,
we all know the story.
You worked, and you saved,
and you bought yourself
and your family out of slavery.
But what of those who can't?
Now [sighs]
let's not do this.
Sister Cora
has earned that much.
She's one of us.
It's no secret the fate
of this farm is to be decided
in the next fortnight.
I'm of the mind
it would be best to defer
any thoughts on
our sister Cora until then.
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- [clock ticking]
- [bell ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
[bleating]
[hammering]
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[sighs]
[clock continues ticking]
[door shuts]
[Ridgeway] Homer.
[Judge Smith] Thank you.
The property in this bulletin
deeded and accounted for
in the state of Georgia
is wanted for the murder
of a young white boy.
A boy whose only transgression
was attempting to restrain
the property after its escape.
Well
and where is this deed?
I don't have it.
[Judge Smith] Mm.
[sighs] However
I do have my word.
As one lawman to another.
I am appealing to your
sense of justice, Your Honor,
to help me obtain this property.
Not without a warrant,
you won't.
I don't take it you've spent
much time around these parts,
but the Negroes here
are of a different breed.
Legal to read here.
Right to bear arms.
You go up there whistling Dixie
and you
and your little friend here
will get your ears shot off.
Up where?
[sighs]
[Judge Smith] Send a telegram
to Georgia.
You show me the girl's deed
and you'll get your warrant.
[clock ticking]
[horse neighs]
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[door closes]
[Sybil] [chuckles] You did
a mighty fine job
testifying today.
[laughter]
Come on over here
and give me a hug.
[Sybil laughs]
Mm-hmm. [laughs]
Mmm.
You might as well
accept it now.
[kisses]
[sniffs]
You's home.
Your mama just trying
to marry me off so she can
- move Samson in here
- [gasps] Child!
Hush up there, now. [laughs]
[laughter]
- [lively chatter]
- [Sybil] All right, gentlemen
and gentlemen
we hereby declare
this Valentine
shucking bee to order!
- [whooping]
- [cheering]
Now, over here
- we have the elders.
- [crowd exclaims]
Uh, she must be talking to you.
She's talking to you.
- It ain't me.
- [Georgina] And over here,
we've got
the whippersnappers!
- [laughter]
- [cheering]
[woman] Youngins.
Now this year's prize
is a set of beautiful pipes,
hand selected
by Mr. John Valentine himself
- from one of the finest sellers
- [crowd exclaiming]
- in all of Chicago.
- [man] I'm gonna see you later.
- [clapping]
- [whoops]
Now now keep in mind,
should one of you men
find a red cob
- in the stalks
- Ooh.
there just might be a very
special treat waiting for you.
- [laughter]
- [crowd oohs]
[man] All right.
All right, ready?
- Steady
- [man] Come on, now!
[cheering]
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- [indistinct shouting]
- [cheering]
How do you like that?!
[indistinct shouting]
Come on, now!
[cheering]
[clapping]
[man] Get out the way!
- Ain't no more.
- [woman] No more.
- [clapping]
- [cheering]
[Sybil] Wait a minute. Hold on.
Oh
[indistinct chatter]
[cheering]
[Mingo] That's right.
That's right.
Young bucks. Young bucks.
- You too young.
- All right, now!
[Mingo] How do you like that,
Samson?
- [laughter]
- Hey, hey.
We gon' get you next time.
I told Royal to get on home,
- but he didn't listen to me!
- All right, now.
- [laughter]
- That's just this year.
- Mmm.
- That's just this year.
[mumbles]
- Victory kiss!
- [laughter]
[cheering]
Care to take a walk with me?
[Debussy: "Suite
Bergamasque-3. Clair De Lune"]
Ain't gonna be needing this.
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[Cora exhales]
[breathes heavily]
I hear your heart, Royal.
From the very first
I always did.
I love you.
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[bleating]
[birds chirping]
You's a mighty fine woman,
Miss Cora.
I'm sure your mama
real proud of you.
Y'all be safe now, you hear?
[Ellis] I spent nearly
a lifetime underground.
Ain't much above it
what I can see to fear.
Y'all take care, now.
[Ellis] You, too, Miss Cora.
You, too.
[Ellis] Honcho, walk on.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[telegraph clicking]
Telegram.
What was that, boy?
Telegram, sir.
[coins clink]
Certainly, young sir.
- [train approaching]
- [train whistle blowing]
[heart beating]
[panting]
[liquid sloshing]
[clocks ticking]
[door closes]
[Mingo] Guess it's
just my lucky day.
- [men chuckle]
- [coins jingle]
Oh.
[Hardman] You're not like
the rest of them, are you?
Not so special.
There's a whole farm
of men like me.
[Hardman] You know,
men do talk about your farm.
The wine, that is.
I mean,
the quality of this wine
cannot be denied.
But they also talk
about fugitives.
Runaway slaves
and worse.
And worse?
I know what
you may have heard,
but Valentine is more
than you give it credit for.
How else could a group
of Negroes accrue land, till it,
cultivate it to sustainability,
beyond sustainability,
to viability
without self-purifying?
The men and women you speak of,
they've been among us,
yes, but they are no more.
We only want good Negroes
on Valentine.
[Townsman] Well, that's all
well and good,
but let's speak forthrightly
about this deal.
[Mingo] Yes, let's.
We're prepared to offer
a considerable percentage
- on all transactions.
- Mm-hmm.
[Hardman] Well, in order
for this deal to take hold,
we're going to need to see
more of the farm's operation.
It ain't gonna rest solely
on you and Peyton's word.
- Then you should see it.
- Say what, now?
They should come
to the compound.
You should see
how eloquent and democratic
Negroes can truly be.
We're having a debate
and vote on this very thing.
Why shouldn't you be
there to witness it?
You're having a vote?
Yes.
[Hardman] On whether or not
you gonna enter this deal?
Yes, we are.
[Judge Smith] My mama
used to tell me,
"A hard head make a soft ass."
[chuckles]
You should've
let 'em win a little.
Wouldn't hurt
to not parade around how
as good as white men you are
every chance you get.
But I am, Peyton.
But I am.
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[indistinct chatter]
[speaking indistinctly]
You look like you've been
out here all week.
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[fire crackling]
[Royal] I've nothing more
to say here.
I've nothing more to say here.
[Royal] My word is my life.
My word is my life.
I can't speak for the others,
but you certainly got my vote.
It ain't yours
I'm worried about.
That so?
Yeah, it's nice to be here,
but I'm still
just a runaway from Georgia.
But, see, you
you're not
on Randall anymore, remember?
You free.
How so?
Ain't no way to prove it.
Man lost my mama
then me.
Ain't no way he ever
giving up on finding me.
Oh, you've been gone
long enough.
Gone far enough.
Ain't no way no harm
from Georgia's gonna
come to you.
Not while I'm here.
Land is property.
Tools is property.
I'm still property.
Even in Indiana.
Say so right here.
That may be true.
[sniffs]
But this farm make enough
money to buy out
all the folks on
that plantation and then some.
Hell, I'd just as soon ride down
and settle your papers myself.
Why ain't y'all, then?
Why ain't we what?
Why ain't y'all
gone and bought out
all them niggers
what can't escape chains?
I don't know.
Maybe it ain't right yet.
You know, nothing lasts forever,
especially for Black folks.
Maybe we just
holding on
to what we can hold on to.
Protecting our own
and growing all the while.
Guess that make Mingo
right about me, then.
I ain't one of y'all.
So why hold on to me?
When that vote happen,
however it go, I'm-a honor it.
[Royal] It ain't gonna come
to that, I promise you.
No.
Don't promise me nothing.
Everybody keep telling me
how special I am.
What good is a railroad if only
special folk can take it?
What good is
a farm full of freedom
if only special folk
can till it?
[walking away]
[door opens]
[door closes]
- Sir
- [Ridgeway] Check again.
Sir, I have checked
numerous times.
I pray you keep your composure
- and we can discuss this, sir.
- Hey, I have been here
- more than a week.
- Yes, sir.
You know, I may as well
have ridden to Georgia
- and back by now.
- Sir, there is nothing
I can do for you.
- Just a snail telegram
- Mister, the speed is down
on the other
My patience is wearing, sir.
Well, it's not me
what's causing it to wear.
[mutters]
[sighs]
- [horse neighs in distance]
- [sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
I think it's a fine idea
if he sells it to me.
Boss, look!
Judge?
Judge!
I need
I need that warrant.
As a servant
of the American government,
I am due that warrant.
- That so?
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Mm-hmm.
So, you're the sheriff,
and who's that?
Your deputy?
[laughs]
Judge, if it comes to light
that the fugitive that I seek
is hiding in your town,
then I'd worry for your
[Judge Smith] Oh, cut it
with that racket!
You come here
with your hand-scribbled papers
and your little nigger helper
and think you can
bluff your way through
this town like Montezuma?
No, sir.
Uh-uh. Not here.
[mutters]
[chuckles]
[Ridgeway] Come on.
[fire crackling]
Eyes go bad, you keep that up.
Couldn't sleep.
Hmm, yeah. [sniffs]
Neither could I.
[sighs] Don't worry, brother,
I wasn't looking.
I don't imagine
it's very different.
One thing I know about us.
Two sides of the same coin.
That's the thing.
We're not the same.
Folks look at you.
They'd never believe
you were ever in chains.
But look at me?
Look at me and they refuse
to believe I could ever be free.
- Hate the thought of me.
- My brother.
Why is it, then, you aim
to do business with them?
Why not get away
from these crackers?
Away from all this?
Plenty of land out there.
You know as well as I.
More land than a man
can dream of out there.
Yes, but for who?
Dreams for who?
For who?
Don't tell me
about no goddamn dreams.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[exhales]
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[indistinct chatter]
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[Ridgeway] The American
imperative
as a, um, as a
elevated elevated
Here, so wri-write this:
American imperative
is a splendid
yes, splendid beacon
as a guide of
- the system.
- [knocking loudly]
[Ridgeway clears throat]
[Ridgeway grunts]
[sighs]
[sighs] What?
[grunts]
Yes?
I think I can help you.
Close the door.
[bell clanging]
As you all know,
John and I never had children.
Wasn't meant to be.
Hmm, maybe the curse
of the amalgamation in us
is the conclusion of this seed.
And John and I remember
this clear as day.
A woman came to us
out of the bitter winter
sick and desperate.
And we didn't take her in
because we felt
we couldn't save her.
Mmm.
And being here as we were,
two Negroes living under
the cover of their own skin
the risk was just too great.
And when I look in this room,
I see that woman's face
in each and every one of yours.
The children
we could not conceive
manifested themselves in you.
And, like all children,
the work of this family
is your inheritance.
We own nothing.
Valentine is yours.
Now, today,
we have much to tend to.
We will hear
from my beloved husband
and our esteemed brother Mingo,
and afterwards we will have
a vote on our farm's fate.
Including that
of our beloved sister Cora.
I was born into slavery.
And I bought my way out.
With honest labor,
I bought myself out
I bought my family out,
one by one,
one day's wage at a time.
Here at Valentine,
we accomplished the impossible.
But not everyone has
the character we do.
We're not all
going to make it.
- [crowd murmuring]
- I'm sorry, but
we ain't.
Some of us are too far gone.
Slavery has
twisted their minds.
You've seen these lost ones
on the plantations,
on the streets
of towns and cities,
those who will not,
cannot respect themselves.
And you've seen them here,
receiving the gift
of this place
but unable to fit in.
It is too late for them.
And to risk for their sake
what we've built here
is unwise and unnecessary.
[crowd murmurs]
Brother Mingo
made some good points.
We can't save everybody.
No.
But, uh
that don't mean we can't try.
[crowd affirming]
Sometimes
a useful delusion
is better than a useless truth.
- [crowd affirms]
- Well, here's
one delusion for you:
that we can escape slavery.
That we can buy our way
out from under its scourge.
We cannot escape slavery.
Its scars will never fade.
Even on skin like mine,
it will always
- be with us.
- [crowd affirms]
When you saw your
your mother sold off,
your father beaten,
your sister abused by some
boss or master,
did you ever think
that you would sit here today
without chains,
without the yoke,
among a new family?
[crowd murmuring]
Everything that you ever knew
told you
that freedom was a trick.
Yet here you are.
[scattered murmuring]
And I'll tell you
something else:
Valentine Farm
- is a delusion.
- [crowd murmurs]
Who told you that the-the Negro
deserved a place of refuge?
Who told you that you had
- that right?
- [man] That's right.
Every minute of your life's
suffering has argued otherwise.
By every fact of history,
it can't exist,
so this place
must be a delusion, too.
And yet here we are.
[Mingo] There are realities
[cheering]
- Yes.
- [man] Here we are.
There are realities
we have to face.
White people aren't
gonna change overnight.
- [man] Amen.
- [crowd murmuring]
They aren't gonna welcome
us into their houses
and businesses
without a rod and a stone
for as long as the sky is blue
and hell is hot.
- [crowd murmuring]
- [woman] Yeah, that's true.
But, see, here's the thing:
we don't need them to.
We don't need them to
because the product
we make here
has value and power.
[crowd murmuring]
White folk have a hundred
dollars for every penny
a Negro holds in this country.
If we sell to and share
in the fruits
of our enterprise,
the business we are capable of
here has no ceiling.
[crowd murmurs]
Harboring runaways
[crowd murmuring]
people who are
wanted for murder,
- criminals.
- [crowd murmurs]
You think the white folk
just a few miles from here
- are gonna endure
our impudence forever?
- [crowd] No.
[crowd clamoring]
Brothers and sisters, please.
I called these gentlemen here.
I asked them here
so they could bear witness
to the ways and reasons
of the dignified Negroes
of this farm.
All right, all right,
all-all right.
- Let 'em stay.
- [crowd murmurs]
Let 'em stay.
Please take your seats.
Come on, sit down.
- Let 'em stay.
- [person shushes]
They must stand
in the back there,
but let 'em stay.
There is nothing
that I must say to you
that I would not say to them.
[crowd murmuring]
As I was saying,
America, too, is a delusion,
the grandest one of all.
The white race believes,
believes with all its heart,
that it is their right
to take the land,
to kill Indians, make war,
- enslave their brothers.
- [clapping]
This nation shouldn't exist
if there's any justice
in the world,
for its very foundations are
murder, theft, and cruelty.
It wouldn't exist,
but here we are.
[cheering]
[Mingo] Valentine Farm
Valentine Farm
has taken glorious steps
into the future.
We have built a community,
a product
which the white man understands
he cannot live without.
By continuing to prove
the Negro's thrift
and intelligence,
we are entering
into American society
as a productive member
with full rights.
Brothers and sisters,
this is real.
It is real!
- And it's happening
right here, right now.
- [metal clanking]
Why jeopardize that?
Rather than up and abandon
all we've built,
we just need
to slow things down,
reach an accord
with our neighbors,
and, most of all,
stop activities
that will force their wrath.
[cheering and applause]
- [metal clanking]
- [clock ticking]
[Mingo] Here on Valentine,
we've
built something astounding.
It is a precious thing.
And it needs to be protected,
nourished,
or else it will wither.
Like a
like a rose in a sudden frost
and
Now, uh
Don't mistake me, family.
I put on
this fine suit every day.
But it don't mean the scars
on my back will ever fade.
[crowd] Amen.
I feel them
every time
you look me in the face.
Every time I look my
wife in the face.
My children.
Every time I feel
that communion
that only the colored people
of this earth
can know and understand.
- [man] Amen.
- [crowd affirming]
Know
that in speaking on the future
of this wonderful place,
built out of Black love
and spirit and virtue
I do so
out of the same love
and spirit.
And out of
a desperate desire
to see
that virtue flourish.
[cheering and applause]
Yeah, I-I am supposed to
answer brother Mingo's
call for gradual progress.
Closing our doors
to those in need
and opening them
to those that caused the need.
Opening them to those pillaging
white folks back there,
but I can't tell you
to do that.
I, I-I can't
because that choice
is up to you,
'cause the one thing that
we both know to be true:
our color cannot be undone.
- [crowd] Amen.
- Our color
will not, cannot,
shall not be undone.
- [man] Amen.
- [crowd] That's right.
[Valentine] For we
are Africans in America.
[cheering and applause]
Something new to the
history of the world
without models for what
we are nor what we will become,
so our color must do.
Our color must do because
it brought us to this place,
to this discussion,
and it will take us
into the future,
whether here,
whether in Oklahoma, California,
hell, whether in Egypt
or Sierra Leone.
[cheering and applause]
"Nothing was given."
[man] Amen.
"All was earned."
- [woman] That's right.
- [man] Yes, sir.
Hold on to
what belongs to you.
- [crowd murmuring]
- [man] Yeah.
Brother, I, I don't know
why you
chose not to say those words,
because
they damn sure are true.
[crowd murmuring]
[man] That's true.
[sniffs]
Now [clears throat]
This farm is nothing.
[chuckles]
- We built it, didn't we?
- [crowd affirming]
And we can build it again.
Build it a hundred times over
if it come to it!
But I would rather
build it again
than to give it to them.
I would rather
burn it to the ground
- than to give it to them.
- [cheering]
Because if there's one thing
I know about every white man
- that I have ever known
- [man] Yes.
it's that
if you give him a piece,
- he's coming for all of it.
- [applause]
[screaming]
[gunshots and screaming
in distance]
[gasps softly]
[clamoring]
[screaming]
No, no!
[Sybil] Molly!
[speaks indistinctly]
[gunfire and screaming continue]
[man shouting orders]
- [man] Samson, no.
- [man 2] No, no
[overlapping shouting]
- [screaming]
- [gunfire]
Why?
He said it hisself.
The whole farm
full of men like him.
[gunshots]
Well, that's just too many.
[screaming]
[horse neighs]
[distorted sound
of clock ticking]
[women sobbing]
- [gunshots]
- [screaming]
[gasps]
[men shouting indistinctly]
[whimpering]
We can't stay here.
We got to go.
[continues indistinctly]
- [man] Hold!
- [man 2] Hold!
[man 3] Hold!
[birds squawking]
[heavy breathing]
- [gunshots]
- [clamoring]
A shot per man,
and then powder and rod.
We can get on 'em quick.
[gunshots]
[flames crackling]
Ready.
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- [gunshots]
- [indistinct shouting]
[screaming]
- [gunshots]
- [indistinct shouting]
[all screaming]
[grunting]
[gunshots]
[women shouting]
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[screams]
[gunshots]
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[crying]
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- [groans]
- [thud]
[gunfire continues outside]
[keys jingling]
[footfalls approach]
[groans]
Georgina!
[indistinct conversation]
[screaming]
[gunshot]
[Cora panting]
[gun cocks]
[Ridgeway] Get up. Get up.
No! No!
- [wailing]
- [grunting]
[crying]
[Ridgeway] You'll take me
to the railroad.
Put your hand down!
Take me to the railroad!
♪
♪
[gunshots continue]
[door opening]
Oh
[chuckling] Oh, my goodness.
Homer.
This is where they go.
This is where they go.
Huh.
[Ridgeway laughs]
[exhales]
[laughs]
Homer.
From Cora's little friend
back there.
Go on.
[chuckling] Yeah.
♪
[exhales]
[grunts]
♪
[Ridgeway] Oh, there's
anger in you.
Best find a way
to do away with it.
It'll eat you alive
if you don't.
Well, it's the worst kind
of feeling.
The worst kind.
The worst kind.
♪
[groans]
[coughs]
[Homer] Boss!
[Ridgeway wheezes]
[groans]
[Cora groans]
[groaning]
[Homer] Boss, I'm coming.
- [Cora straining]
- [Ridgeway groaning]
[gun clicking empty]
[Cora grunts]
[Homer] No!
[groans]
Cora.
[breathes heavily]
- [Ridgeway wheezing]
- [rock clatters on ground]
Cora.
Cora. [grunts]
- Cora. Cora!
- [Homer] Let me
[yelps]
[Homer breathes heavily]
[panting]
Cora.
[squeaking loudly]
♪
[gunfire]
[indistinct shouting]
♪
[crying]
[crying]
[screaming in distance]
♪
[Cora] It's okay.
[panting]
[grunts] Okay.
Hold this for me.
Hold it.
[grunts]
[panting]
Okay.
So, you gon' do
just like I do, okay?
[panting]
Take it slow.
[grunting]
[Cora panting]
Okay, give it to me.
[strains]
♪
[Cora panting]
[groaning]
Cora. Cora.
I will find you.
Cora.
I will find you.
Wherever you go. [groans]
I will find you.
Cora!
[groans]
Where where are you?
- [Homer] I'm right here.
- [Ridgeway] No. Homer.
Boy, I, I have something
to share.
I have words.
[groans] You ready?
- Yes, sir.
- The imperative
No.
The American imperative
is a splendid thing.
[shuddering] A beacon
a shining beacon
born of a necessity.
Necessity and virtue.
[breathes shakily]
Between the hammer
and the anvil.
Yeah.
Conquer and build and civilize.
And lift up the lesser races
well, if not lift up,
subjugate.
And if not subjugate [sighs]
exterminate, eliminate.
Our destiny
a divine prescription.
The American imperative.
Homer, go.
You must go. Go!
[groans]
[Ridgeway] We all have
our place.
And you and me,
slave and the slave catcher,
the master
and the colored boss,
and everyone from
the politician all the way down
to the the new arrivals
flooding into the harbors.
The weak of your tribe,
they're already weeded out,
they either die
in the slave ships,
they die of our European pox,
or in the fields
working indigo or cotton.
♪
[growls] You!
You heard my name
when you were a pickaninny!
[breathing rapidly]
Burn in hell.
♪
[Ridgeway] Plucked those blue
eyes right out of his head.
[panting]
[crying]
[breathing heavily]
[Homer] Boss.
[crying] Boss.
Boss, wake up.
Boss.
- [squeaking]
- [Homer crying]
[Childish Gambino:
"This Is America"]
[sobs]
We just want to party ♪
Party just for you ♪
We just want the money ♪
Money just for you ♪
I know you want to party ♪
Party just for free ♪
Girl, you got me dancin' ♪
Dance and shake the frame ♪
We just want to party ♪
Party just for you ♪
We just want the money ♪
Money just for you ♪
I know you want to party ♪
Party just for free ♪
Girl, you got me dancin' ♪
Dance and shake the frame ♪
This is America ♪
Don't catch you slippin' now ♪
Don't catch you
slippin' now ♪
Look what I'm whippin' now ♪
This is America ♪
Don't catch you slippin' now ♪
Don't catch you
slippin' now ♪
Look what I'm whippin' now ♪
This is America ♪
Don't catch you slippin' now ♪
Look how I'm livin' now ♪
Police be trippin' now ♪
Yeah, this is America ♪
- Guns in my area ♪
- Word, my area ♪
- I got the strap ♪
- Hey, hey ♪
I got to carry 'em ♪
Yeah, yeah,
I'm-a go into this ♪
Yeah, yeah,
this is guerrilla, whoo ♪
Yeah, yeah,
I'm-a go get the bag ♪
Yeah, yeah,
or I'm-a get the pad ♪
- Yeah, yeah,
I'm so cold like yeah ♪
- Yeah ♪
I'm so dope like yeah, whoo ♪
- We gon' blow like yeah ♪
- Straight up ♪
Get down ♪
Ooh tell somebody ♪
You go tell somebody ♪
- Grandma told me,
get your money, Black man ♪
- Black man ♪
- Get your money, Black man ♪
- Black man ♪
- Get your money,
Black man ♪
- Black man ♪
Get your money, Black man ♪
- Black man ♪
- Black man ♪♪
♪
♪
♪