The Underground Railroad

Ah!

The first and last thing my mama gave me...

...was apologies.

What?

Expect me to howl?

I hadn't had that much moonshine, no.

I want to talk to you.

Well, we talking. Now what?

What can I do for you, Caesar?

I'm heading back north.

Soon.

Running away, and I want you to come with.

You heading north?

And I'm gonna eat.

No, please, Cora.

I don't want you to tell on me. Have to trust you on that.

But I'm getting on away from here; I have to.

Well, what you want me for?

Good luck.

Good luck?

Now you listen here, Caesar.

I know you ain't been on this plantation long at all,

but one thing you gots to know by now is I ain't nobody's

"good luck."

Ain't nobody's...

Now, Jockey, you got to eat something, you hear?

Mabel?

No, Jockey, it's Cora.

Mabel, where you been at?

Easy. That's good.

- Can you handle it? - Mm-hmm.

- Okay. - That's good. Mmm.

Mmm.

Master James. Master Terrance.

Oh, don't let us bother you.

My brother and I were discussing business

and heard the music.

I told him, "Now that is the most god-awful racket

I ever heard."

God, what a ruckus.

We's sorry to disturb you, Master Terrance.

Oh, no, no, no. No, no. No disturbance at all, Jockey.

No disturbance at all.

You sure have a peculiar way of handling your niggers, brother.

I do with my property as I well please.

And you with yours.

Daddy roll over in his grave, he saw this.

Let him roll.

Say, Jockey... when is your birthday, anyway?

Uh, I reckon September...

September 14.

But it ain't but June, Jockey.

I reckon you right.

How old about is you now?

I really can't say, Master Terrance.

That's quite all right, Jockey, that's...

that's quite all right.

I knew you let your slaves have revels, but...

I had no idea they were so extravagant.

You trying to make me look bad?

Do not pretend you care what a nigger thinks of you, Terrance.

Well, you got me there.

Let's get this parlor trick over with, dear brother.

I don't care to endure this stench much longer.

Prideful!

Yes sir, Master Terrance.

Prideful, my brother

tells me about a nigger he has down here

this side of the property. S... says the boy can recite

the Declaration of Independence.

Now, I can't bring myself to believe him.

I thought, perhaps tonight he could show me,

since everyone is out and about

and engaging in revelry.

Prideful... run, go bring me the boy

who can recite the Declaration, hmm?

Michael?

The boy with the scar right about here, huh?

Sorry, sir, but the boy Michael dead and gone.

Sickness took him.

When?

Maybe six... six, seven months ago now, sir.

I should have been told.

Brother, you need to keep better account of your property.

Don't meddle.

This boy can do it.

No. Prideful...

He and Michael be together all the time.

Let him do it.

Well, come on, boy, let's hear it.

Do as master say.

You gonna get us all killed.

Wh-wh-when...

W-When in... in the course of...

of main events... it begone...

Well, Lord, I done seen and heard it all now.

When in the course of human events

it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve

the political bands which connect them with another,

and to assume amongst the powers of the earth

the separate and equal station that the laws of nature

and nature's God entitle them...

I's sorry, Master. I's sorry! Please forgive me.

No!

Easy.

Drink some of this.

Easy now, child. Easy.

She ain't right, you know?

When Mabel run off and left,

I feel like something broke in her heart.

Ain't been right since.

She can still hear youse, you know.

How y'all talk so bad about a girl right in her face?

If Mabel was here, she'd knock all hell out y'all.

Ain't supposed to be in here, now.

Ain't she been beat near to death already?

The air is better in here.

It's good for you.

What if Connelly come looking?

Don't you worry. Won't nobody come in here.

"But this, I conceived, was to be the least of my misfortunes.

For as human creatures are observed to be more savage

and cruel in proportion to their bulk,

what could I expect, but to be a morsel

in the mouth of the first among these enormous barbarians

that should happen to seize me?"

Master cut out your tongue

and pour poison down your throat, he know you can read.

What is it?

It's called Gulliver's Travels.

It's about...

...a man on a trip.

He's lost and trying to get home.

In this part, he talking about...

giants like Goliath.

And how, on account of them being bigger and more powerful,

they must also be more evil and more cruel.

Like white mens.

Cora, will you come with me?

It is past time to go.

There is nothing here but suffering.

Pain and suffering.

You're wrong about me, Caesar.

You think I'm some kind of luck

because my mama got away, but you wrong.

You wrong.

I ain't no kind of luck.

Only kind I had was rotten.

The kind that cause a woman to run away

in the middle of the night,

and leave her only child.

Leave her to bleed and rot on this damn plantation.

That the kind of luck you looking for?

I'm not supposed to be here.

But I am.

Something wrong with you.

Nothing's wrong with me.

Master says we lie down, that means we lie down.

Ain't no other way about it.

Listen here.

I know about men like you.

You want to sneak off in the night

and roll around the swamp with other mens on your back,

that's your business.

But here? Between us?

Master put a man and woman together

because he aims to produce.

And if that man and that woman don't produce,

it's for sure gonna be a reckoning,

you understand me?

I won't be bred like cattle.

You got a mighty fine heart, Caesar.

Pure, like Jesus Christ hisself.

But this ain't Virginia.

And if you don't use your sex,

Master Randall will take it.

He take it right off and put it somewhere

you won't ever have to bother with this no more.

You ain't no better than the rest of us.

And I won't suffer for you.

Grab your things.

Why?

Come on now, grab your things, don't make a ruckus.

Come on, Prideful, set that nigger right! Let's go!

Yes, sir, boss. Come on now.

- Please... - Come on, child.

Please. I was born in this room,

my mama born in this room.

- Tell him... - Goddamn it.

- Come on! - No, no! No, no...

- Grab her legs. - No, no, no. No, no, no!

No. No. No. No...

- No, no! - Grab her legs.

No! No!

No, no. No, no!

No! No. No.

No! No! N-No!

- No! - Come on. Get up.

No! No! No!

- No! No! - Come on.