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This programme contains prolonged violent scenes | 0:00:02 | 0:00:05 | |
and scenes which some viewers may find upsetting | 0:00:05 | 0:00:09 | |
'This is how I heard about the boy, Kunta Kinte. | 0:00:09 | 0:00:12 | |
'And this is how I'll tell you the story. | 0:00:13 | 0:00:17 | |
'The two most important days in a man's life | 0:00:22 | 0:00:25 | |
'are the day he is born | 0:00:25 | 0:00:27 | |
'and the day that he understands why.' | 0:00:27 | 0:00:30 | |
INDISTINCT SHOUTING | 0:00:30 | 0:00:32 | |
MAN GROANS | 0:00:32 | 0:00:34 | |
HE SCREAMS | 0:00:36 | 0:00:39 | |
'There was once a rich and sophisticated city named Juffure | 0:00:44 | 0:00:48 | |
'in a Mandinka kingdom in West Africa. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:51 | |
'It was located on the banks of the Kamby Bolongo, | 0:00:51 | 0:00:54 | |
'the Great River of the Gambia. | 0:00:54 | 0:00:58 | |
'Like the Greeks, Romans and Hebrews, | 0:01:02 | 0:01:05 | |
'Mandinka kept slaves as servants. | 0:01:05 | 0:01:08 | |
'Some slaves married into these families, | 0:01:08 | 0:01:12 | |
'others paid ransoms to be free. | 0:01:12 | 0:01:14 | |
'Then Europeans arrived in great sailing ships. | 0:01:18 | 0:01:22 | |
'Some Mandinka were corrupted by European guns and gold, | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
'creating a violent market for slaves. | 0:01:25 | 0:01:28 | |
'But the many Africans who fought European plundering | 0:01:28 | 0:01:31 | |
'suffered brutal reprisals. | 0:01:31 | 0:01:35 | |
'Kunta Kinte's family were warriors loyal to the king. | 0:01:35 | 0:01:40 | |
'On the day that Kunta was born, | 0:01:40 | 0:01:42 | |
'the Kinte family had a violent clash | 0:01:42 | 0:01:44 | |
'with their rivals, the Koros, | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
'who were loyal only to their greed. | 0:01:46 | 0:01:49 | |
MAN SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:01:49 | 0:01:51 | |
HE GRUNTS IN PAIN | 0:01:53 | 0:01:56 | |
'It would take Kunta a long time | 0:02:04 | 0:02:06 | |
'to understand why he was born into this world, but when he did, | 0:02:06 | 0:02:10 | |
'it was as clear as the sky above the Kamby Bolongo.' | 0:02:10 | 0:02:12 | |
Sir, permission? I do not need permission. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:31 | |
The king needs my sons and I to support him. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:34 | |
The king knows you sail upriver to buy slaves at favourable prices. | 0:02:34 | 0:02:38 | |
He knows you're trading them for English guns. | 0:02:38 | 0:02:42 | |
None of this is your business, Omoro Kinte. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:44 | |
We control who goes up and down the river. | 0:02:44 | 0:02:48 | |
For our Mansa, the king. | 0:02:48 | 0:02:51 | |
Argh! | 0:02:54 | 0:02:56 | |
Do not sacrifice your sons for your own greed! | 0:02:57 | 0:03:01 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:03:03 | 0:03:05 | |
DRUM PLAYS | 0:03:11 | 0:03:14 | |
HORSE GRUNTS | 0:03:25 | 0:03:26 | |
WOMAN SCREAMS | 0:03:32 | 0:03:34 | |
SHE SCREAMS AND GRUNTS | 0:03:39 | 0:03:41 | |
Push, push! | 0:03:41 | 0:03:43 | |
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY | 0:03:47 | 0:03:48 | |
-Push. -Argh! Argh! | 0:03:55 | 0:03:58 | |
Push! Push! | 0:03:58 | 0:04:00 | |
Turn. Go. Wait. | 0:04:08 | 0:04:11 | |
WOMAN SCREAMS | 0:04:30 | 0:04:34 | |
DRUMMING STOPS | 0:04:37 | 0:04:40 | |
WOMAN SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:04:46 | 0:04:49 | |
WOMEN LAUGH | 0:04:49 | 0:04:52 | |
SINGING CONTINUES | 0:04:52 | 0:04:55 | |
-Now you can enter, brave Mandinka warrior. -WOMEN LAUGH | 0:04:55 | 0:04:58 | |
TRANSLATED SINGING: | 0:04:59 | 0:05:01 | |
SHE HUMS | 0:05:27 | 0:05:30 | |
You must hear your name first. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:43 | |
You are Kunta Kinte, son of Omoro and Binta Kinte. | 0:05:44 | 0:05:50 | |
Grandson of Kairaba Kunta Kinte and Yaisa. | 0:05:50 | 0:05:55 | |
You must always honour your ancestors, | 0:05:55 | 0:05:59 | |
the ones who love you and watch over you. | 0:05:59 | 0:06:02 | |
Your name is your spirit. | 0:06:02 | 0:06:06 | |
Your name is your shield. | 0:06:06 | 0:06:10 | |
Allahu Akbar! | 0:06:11 | 0:06:14 | |
Behold Kunta Kinte, | 0:06:14 | 0:06:17 | |
the only thing that is greater than you. | 0:06:17 | 0:06:20 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:06:37 | 0:06:39 | |
THEY WHOOP AND CHEER | 0:06:40 | 0:06:43 | |
I am king of the Kamby Bolongo! HE LAUGHS | 0:06:44 | 0:06:47 | |
-SHE GASPS -Crocodile! -Argh! Argh! | 0:06:52 | 0:06:55 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:06:55 | 0:06:58 | |
Kunta, don't run away. You are so sour, | 0:07:00 | 0:07:04 | |
a crocodile would spit you out. | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
HE CHUCKLES Jinna, come swim down river with me. | 0:07:06 | 0:07:09 | |
Then we will see who's scared of crocodiles. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:12 | |
Back to work, Jinna. And I don't see many oysters in your basket. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:17 | |
Because they have disappeared into your belly. | 0:07:17 | 0:07:19 | |
-OTHERS LAUGH -Kunta, don't bother with that girl. | 0:07:19 | 0:07:22 | |
Soon an older warrior will take her for his bride. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:25 | |
-Jinna is getting married? -One of the Koros. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:28 | |
He agreed to bring her into the family. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:30 | |
Then she can bother the Koros instead of you. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:33 | |
MUSIC | 0:07:37 | 0:07:39 | |
WOMAN SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:07:43 | 0:07:48 | |
ALL SING IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:07:50 | 0:07:53 | |
SINGING CONTINUES | 0:08:17 | 0:08:20 | |
RHYTHMIC CLAPPING | 0:08:20 | 0:08:23 | |
SINGING CONTINUES | 0:08:23 | 0:08:26 | |
THEY CHEER | 0:08:47 | 0:08:50 | |
Kunta! | 0:09:00 | 0:09:03 | |
THEY SPEAK OWN LANGUAGE | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
No, Kunta. This is not the time. Control your temper. | 0:09:07 | 0:09:11 | |
Anger is the path to poor decisions. | 0:09:11 | 0:09:13 | |
Lamin is hungry. | 0:09:19 | 0:09:21 | |
Go to my room and get a bowl of cooked rice. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:24 | |
-But he's sleeping. -Is this back talk? | 0:09:24 | 0:09:26 | |
RHYTHMIC CLAPPING CONTINUES | 0:09:28 | 0:09:31 | |
Cooked rice... | 0:09:37 | 0:09:39 | |
SWORD CLANGS, MAN SHOUTS | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
Make me proud. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:48 | |
KUNTA PANTS Argh! | 0:09:50 | 0:09:53 | |
HE PANTS | 0:10:08 | 0:10:10 | |
-MAN: -Argh! | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
Uncle Silla! | 0:10:28 | 0:10:30 | |
-Did I ask you to speak? -No, Uncle Silla. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:33 | |
If I didn't ask you to speak, why do you keep saying my name? | 0:10:33 | 0:10:35 | |
I'm dying of thirst. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:37 | |
Argh! Is there water?! | 0:10:37 | 0:10:40 | |
Of course there is water. | 0:10:40 | 0:10:42 | |
If I had run as far as you, I would want water, too. | 0:10:46 | 0:10:49 | |
But what you want is of no importance. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:53 | |
I am your Kintago! | 0:10:53 | 0:10:54 | |
-ALL: -Peace be with you. | 0:10:54 | 0:10:56 | |
KINTAGO SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 0:10:56 | 0:10:59 | |
And with you. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:02 | |
May Allah's mercy rain upon you. | 0:11:02 | 0:11:05 | |
You will need it. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:07 | |
Your lives will be measured by what you do now. | 0:11:07 | 0:11:10 | |
Only the bravest will be selected | 0:11:10 | 0:11:13 | |
to become warriors to serve your king. | 0:11:13 | 0:11:17 | |
But if you fail, no woman will bear your children. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:21 | |
You must leave Juffure and live your days somewhere else. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:26 | |
Now stand up! | 0:11:26 | 0:11:28 | |
Line up! And shut up! | 0:11:30 | 0:11:33 | |
Your jujuo is across the river. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:36 | |
You will live there like the old Mandinka way | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
in warm, comfy lean-tos. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:42 | |
What are you waiting for? Now cross the river. | 0:11:42 | 0:11:44 | |
-Go! -WHIP CRACKS | 0:11:44 | 0:11:47 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:11:47 | 0:11:50 | |
-THEY GRUNT -Go! Go! | 0:11:53 | 0:11:58 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:12:42 | 0:12:44 | |
For a Mandinka warrior, | 0:12:48 | 0:12:51 | |
one horse is worth 20 men in battle. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:55 | |
I know you have been taught to ride by your family, | 0:12:55 | 0:12:57 | |
but not a horse like this. | 0:12:57 | 0:12:59 | |
He is a king of a royal line | 0:12:59 | 0:13:01 | |
that goes back to the great kings of Mali. | 0:13:01 | 0:13:04 | |
Who will ride him? | 0:13:06 | 0:13:09 | |
Kunta volunteers. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:14 | |
But I don't see a saddle or reins. | 0:13:15 | 0:13:18 | |
This horse will never allow a boy like you to put a bit in his mouth. | 0:13:18 | 0:13:22 | |
And what if your enemy took your saddle? | 0:13:22 | 0:13:23 | |
Would you try to run without your horse? | 0:13:23 | 0:13:25 | |
-Hands up together. -But how will I hold on? | 0:13:25 | 0:13:29 | |
-WHIP CRACKS -What are your legs for? | 0:13:29 | 0:13:32 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:13:35 | 0:13:37 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:13:37 | 0:13:39 | |
Argh! Argh! | 0:13:39 | 0:13:42 | |
Slow! Wait, slow down! | 0:13:46 | 0:13:49 | |
Go around. Go around. | 0:13:51 | 0:13:54 | |
Go around! Go around! | 0:13:54 | 0:13:56 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
HE GROANS | 0:14:03 | 0:14:06 | |
HORSE SNORTS | 0:14:06 | 0:14:09 | |
This king of horses has made you all look weak, unprepared. | 0:14:17 | 0:14:22 | |
You have far to go if you want to be called a Mandinka warrior. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:25 | |
This horse could feel your fear | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
because you are only thinking of yourselves, | 0:14:27 | 0:14:30 | |
not about the horse. | 0:14:30 | 0:14:33 | |
MAN SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:14:33 | 0:14:35 | |
THEY ALL SING IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:14:37 | 0:14:41 | |
MEN GRUNT | 0:14:53 | 0:14:56 | |
Are we moving? | 0:14:56 | 0:14:58 | |
Why do I still feel we are on the river bank? | 0:14:58 | 0:15:01 | |
Faster! | 0:15:01 | 0:15:04 | |
If we met an enemy, this would be a canoe full of dead warriors. | 0:15:04 | 0:15:07 | |
My hands are like monkey paws. | 0:15:07 | 0:15:10 | |
Faster! Faster! Paddle! | 0:15:11 | 0:15:13 | |
-HORN BLOWS -You hear that? | 0:15:13 | 0:15:17 | |
The enemy approaches. We must stop the enemy on the river, or he will kill you and attack your families. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:23 | |
-This can't be real, is it? -Your weapons are at your feet. | 0:15:25 | 0:15:28 | |
But these are not sharpened. | 0:15:30 | 0:15:33 | |
Oh. Did you all forget to prepare your weapons in advance? | 0:15:33 | 0:15:36 | |
There is a word for a Mandinka who is unprepared in battle. | 0:15:36 | 0:15:40 | |
A slave! | 0:15:40 | 0:15:43 | |
I see them. | 0:15:43 | 0:15:45 | |
It's only Master Silla. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:48 | |
Addo, stand up! Use your javelin. | 0:15:48 | 0:15:51 | |
Attack your enemy before he kills you. | 0:15:52 | 0:15:55 | |
-What if I hit Master Silla? -A warrior who hesitates is a dead warrior. | 0:15:55 | 0:15:58 | |
Throw now! | 0:15:58 | 0:16:00 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
Argh! | 0:16:09 | 0:16:10 | |
Kunta! Up! | 0:16:13 | 0:16:16 | |
If you cannot fight your enemy across the river, | 0:16:16 | 0:16:18 | |
you will be killed! Taken as a slave! | 0:16:18 | 0:16:21 | |
KUNTA GRUNTS | 0:16:23 | 0:16:25 | |
I will not tolerate your insolence. You disobeyed my order. | 0:16:34 | 0:16:39 | |
I instructed you to use your javelin. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:42 | |
Instead, you insulted Silla Ba Dibba, your teacher. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:45 | |
I defeated my enemy. | 0:16:45 | 0:16:48 | |
Kunta Kinte, | 0:16:49 | 0:16:51 | |
we will see if you are as good as you think you are. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:54 | |
You will be given a head start. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
If you make it back to our jujuo before the others catch you, | 0:16:57 | 0:17:00 | |
you can continue your training. But if you are caught, | 0:17:00 | 0:17:04 | |
you will fail your training. You will never become a warrior, | 0:17:04 | 0:17:08 | |
and you will be banished. | 0:17:08 | 0:17:10 | |
HE SHOUTS | 0:17:11 | 0:17:13 | |
Now run, Kunta Kinte. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
Run! | 0:17:19 | 0:17:21 | |
Go! | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
HE PANTS | 0:17:28 | 0:17:31 | |
MAN SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 0:17:42 | 0:17:44 | |
MAN SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 0:17:52 | 0:17:54 | |
MAN SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:18:06 | 0:18:09 | |
COW LOWS | 0:18:09 | 0:18:12 | |
KUNTA LAUGHS | 0:18:13 | 0:18:15 | |
You sure the dead man was from Juffure? | 0:19:19 | 0:19:21 | |
Yes, Uncle Silla. I knew him. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:23 | |
His name was Musa. | 0:19:23 | 0:19:27 | |
His family trades rice and oysters. | 0:19:27 | 0:19:30 | |
His neck was tied like a goat. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:33 | |
The Koros have gone too far. First they defy the king | 0:19:33 | 0:19:38 | |
and sell slaves from upriver without permission. | 0:19:38 | 0:19:41 | |
Now they're taking our own to sell for guns. | 0:19:41 | 0:19:44 | |
Brother, it's too dangerous to be this far from Juffure. | 0:19:44 | 0:19:48 | |
Especially for our sons. The Koros can take them as hostages and hold them for ransom. | 0:19:48 | 0:19:53 | |
We must fight them, Fa. | 0:19:54 | 0:19:56 | |
It's far easier to rush into fighting than to stop it once it starts. | 0:19:57 | 0:20:02 | |
MAN SHRIEKS | 0:20:08 | 0:20:10 | |
He is asking you a question. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
What is the warrior's first responsibility? | 0:20:12 | 0:20:15 | |
To serve his king. MAN SHRIEKS | 0:20:17 | 0:20:19 | |
MEN SHOUT IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:20:19 | 0:20:22 | |
-MAN SHRIEKS -He says you are wrong. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:25 | |
To honour Allah. MAN SHRIEKS | 0:20:25 | 0:20:27 | |
-MEN SHOUT -Also wrong. | 0:20:27 | 0:20:30 | |
The first duty of a Mandinka warrior is to raise a family, | 0:20:30 | 0:20:34 | |
to have children, to pass on our way of life. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:38 | |
This starts with a clean and healthy foto. | 0:20:39 | 0:20:43 | |
What we're about to do to you has been done to your fathers | 0:20:43 | 0:20:47 | |
and their fathers and all of your forefathers. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:51 | |
The paste will help numb you a little, but not enough. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:56 | |
The pain will help you remember Kasa Boyo. | 0:20:56 | 0:21:00 | |
And trust me, you will remember it. | 0:21:00 | 0:21:04 | |
Hold out your foto! Kunta Kinte. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:10 | |
HE SCREAMS | 0:21:14 | 0:21:16 | |
HE HOWLS | 0:21:25 | 0:21:27 | |
VILLAGERS SING IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:21:28 | 0:21:31 | |
Jinna. | 0:21:55 | 0:21:57 | |
I missed your wedding. | 0:21:58 | 0:22:00 | |
But I am not married, Kunta. | 0:22:00 | 0:22:04 | |
MAN SHRIEKS | 0:22:06 | 0:22:08 | |
VILLAGERS CHEER | 0:22:08 | 0:22:10 | |
BINTA SINGS: | 0:22:13 | 0:22:15 | |
Kunta. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:27 | |
Rise up, Mother. | 0:22:28 | 0:22:30 | |
I'm sorry for coming inside your new home | 0:22:32 | 0:22:35 | |
without your permission, Kunta Kinte. | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
I'm happy to see you, Mother. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:40 | |
I made you a prayer rug, | 0:22:40 | 0:22:42 | |
a bowl for rice, and... | 0:22:42 | 0:22:45 | |
..and beads. | 0:22:47 | 0:22:50 | |
The guests will be arriving soon. | 0:23:02 | 0:23:05 | |
SHE HUMS | 0:23:09 | 0:23:12 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
-OMORO: -Have you ever seen his like? | 0:23:33 | 0:23:35 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:23:35 | 0:23:38 | |
Now that you will serve in the king's cavalry, your horse should be the best. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:42 | |
His line traces back to the great herds of the Sahara. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:45 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:23:45 | 0:23:48 | |
If I accept this horse, | 0:23:48 | 0:23:51 | |
must I stay in Juffure? | 0:23:51 | 0:23:53 | |
I don't understand. Juffure is our home. | 0:23:54 | 0:23:57 | |
Why would you leave? | 0:23:59 | 0:24:01 | |
To study in Timbuktu. | 0:24:01 | 0:24:04 | |
-Then we'd never see you again. -That's true. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
It is very, very far, Kunta. | 0:24:06 | 0:24:09 | |
I need to know if I can attend university. | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
Test myself against the best students in the world. | 0:24:13 | 0:24:16 | |
Timbuktu is a giant city with aggressive and ambitious people | 0:24:16 | 0:24:20 | |
where boys fight like dogs to be accepted in the university. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:24 | |
It'll be my own fight. | 0:24:24 | 0:24:26 | |
You would do this to your mother? I won't allow it. | 0:24:26 | 0:24:30 | |
Are you ordering me to stay? | 0:24:30 | 0:24:32 | |
I want you to perform your duties to this family | 0:24:32 | 0:24:35 | |
like I did, like my father did, and his father before him. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:40 | |
I won't always be there | 0:24:41 | 0:24:43 | |
to clean up the trouble you cause, Kunta. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
Listen to your elders. | 0:24:46 | 0:24:49 | |
Stay here. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
Stop filling your head with dreams. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:56 | |
And forget that girl. | 0:24:56 | 0:24:59 | |
We will make you a better match. | 0:24:59 | 0:25:02 | |
Old Mandinka say they shall bring him back to us in peace. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:37 | |
HORSE NEIGHS Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! | 0:25:54 | 0:25:57 | |
-You scared him. -A wild-tempered horse. | 0:25:57 | 0:26:01 | |
Perfect for you, Kunta. | 0:26:02 | 0:26:04 | |
So, Kalabi Koro chose someone else? | 0:26:05 | 0:26:09 | |
I turned HIM down. | 0:26:09 | 0:26:12 | |
But I know the right warrior for me. | 0:26:12 | 0:26:14 | |
If he even exists. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:18 | |
My parents want to arrange a marriage for me. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:21 | |
I turned them down, too. But I came to speak to you. | 0:26:21 | 0:26:25 | |
There's nothing to talk about. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:27 | |
Now they say you are going to Timbuktu to study. | 0:26:27 | 0:26:31 | |
Far, far away. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:33 | |
Instead of serving the king or taking a wife. | 0:26:33 | 0:26:37 | |
Jinna. Look, will you slow down? | 0:26:37 | 0:26:39 | |
I agree. | 0:26:41 | 0:26:43 | |
And you should only choose the right warrior. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:48 | |
Jinna, I'm the right warrior. | 0:26:48 | 0:26:51 | |
You know this. We both do. | 0:26:51 | 0:26:54 | |
Everyone in Juffure tells me what I can't do, | 0:26:54 | 0:26:57 | |
but... | 0:26:57 | 0:26:59 | |
HE SIGHS ..I know what I want. | 0:26:59 | 0:27:03 | |
Peace be upon you, brother. | 0:27:05 | 0:27:08 | |
And upon you. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:10 | |
You look familiar. | 0:27:10 | 0:27:12 | |
Yes. I think I have seen you. | 0:27:12 | 0:27:16 | |
You are the boy of Omoro Kinte. | 0:27:16 | 0:27:18 | |
You speak Mandinka, but you're not one of us. | 0:27:20 | 0:27:23 | |
I speak many languages. | 0:27:23 | 0:27:25 | |
How else can a man make a living here on the Kamby Bolongo? | 0:27:25 | 0:27:28 | |
HORSE GRUNTS | 0:27:28 | 0:27:30 | |
Go home, girl, quickly, or I will beat you. | 0:27:30 | 0:27:33 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 0:27:34 | 0:27:37 | |
It's time your family pay for all the trouble they have caused me, Kunta. | 0:27:37 | 0:27:41 | |
Come peacefully. | 0:27:41 | 0:27:42 | |
The ransom negotiations should not take long, | 0:27:42 | 0:27:45 | |
then you can go free. | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
Go free? I am free. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:52 | |
-Run! Tell my father! -Shoot her! | 0:27:52 | 0:27:55 | |
Yah! | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:28:08 | 0:28:10 | |
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! | 0:28:23 | 0:28:25 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:28:27 | 0:28:30 | |
HE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 0:28:34 | 0:28:36 | |
HORSE WHINNIES Hyah! | 0:28:39 | 0:28:41 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:28:53 | 0:28:56 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:28:57 | 0:29:00 | |
MEN SHOUT | 0:29:00 | 0:29:03 | |
How long must I endure your family? | 0:29:11 | 0:29:14 | |
There will be no ransom. | 0:29:24 | 0:29:26 | |
Sell the boy to the English with the other captives. | 0:29:26 | 0:29:28 | |
Take as many of his friends as you can. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:31 | |
I want Omoro Kinte to feel what I feel. | 0:29:32 | 0:29:37 | |
WHIP CRACKS | 0:29:37 | 0:29:38 | |
-MAN: -Hove! Bring him forward! Drop him now! | 0:29:40 | 0:29:43 | |
BRANDING IRON SIZZLES, HE SCREAMS | 0:29:43 | 0:29:46 | |
-Three crates of muskets. -That's twice their worth. | 0:29:46 | 0:29:49 | |
-These men are warriors. -Two crates. No more. | 0:29:49 | 0:29:53 | |
Restrain him! | 0:29:53 | 0:29:56 | |
Take him down, for God's sake. | 0:29:56 | 0:29:58 | |
MAN SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 0:29:58 | 0:30:00 | |
Argh! | 0:30:01 | 0:30:03 | |
Hove! Bring him forward | 0:30:05 | 0:30:07 | |
Get him. | 0:30:07 | 0:30:10 | |
-Stop wriggling! -Drop him down! | 0:30:10 | 0:30:12 | |
Uncle Silla! Uncle Silla! | 0:30:16 | 0:30:19 | |
HE SCREAMS | 0:30:21 | 0:30:23 | |
Move him on! | 0:30:28 | 0:30:30 | |
-DISTANT: -All hands on deck! | 0:30:37 | 0:30:41 | |
INDISTINCT SHOUTING | 0:30:41 | 0:30:44 | |
MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY | 0:30:52 | 0:30:54 | |
SHIP RUMBLES | 0:30:56 | 0:30:58 | |
MAN GRUNTS | 0:30:58 | 0:31:01 | |
-SILLA: -Kunta! | 0:31:04 | 0:31:05 | |
Uncle Silla! Are you here? | 0:31:05 | 0:31:08 | |
HE GROANS | 0:31:08 | 0:31:11 | |
-Uncle Silla! -Kunta! | 0:31:11 | 0:31:14 | |
Uncle Silla! What is this noise? | 0:31:14 | 0:31:17 | |
The ship is getting ready to move. | 0:31:19 | 0:31:22 | |
I cannot breathe. | 0:31:25 | 0:31:27 | |
Why is there no air in this hole? | 0:31:27 | 0:31:29 | |
Are we under water? | 0:31:29 | 0:31:32 | |
COUGHING | 0:31:32 | 0:31:35 | |
How long have we been here? | 0:31:35 | 0:31:37 | |
Do you speak Mandinka, Father? | 0:31:39 | 0:31:42 | |
MAN COUGHS | 0:31:42 | 0:31:44 | |
Uncle Silla. | 0:31:58 | 0:32:01 | |
I soiled myself. | 0:32:01 | 0:32:04 | |
Like an animal. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
I'm ashamed. | 0:32:09 | 0:32:12 | |
The shame is not ours, Kunta. | 0:32:12 | 0:32:14 | |
WATER SPLASHES | 0:32:17 | 0:32:20 | |
INDISTINCT CHATTER | 0:32:21 | 0:32:24 | |
GROANING | 0:32:27 | 0:32:30 | |
They hurt you, Uncle Silla. | 0:32:30 | 0:32:33 | |
Your voice comforts me. | 0:32:34 | 0:32:36 | |
What if the Koros hurt my father and my mother and my brothers? | 0:32:37 | 0:32:42 | |
Uncle Silla, how will my family find us? | 0:32:42 | 0:32:46 | |
MAN SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:32:47 | 0:32:50 | |
Kunta. | 0:33:01 | 0:33:03 | |
I think Allah sends us dreams to guide us. | 0:33:03 | 0:33:08 | |
Dream of seeing your family again. Will you do that for me, Kunta? | 0:33:08 | 0:33:13 | |
Yes, Uncle Silla. | 0:33:13 | 0:33:16 | |
Fa. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:23 | |
Please find me. | 0:33:23 | 0:33:26 | |
MAN CONTINUES SINGING | 0:33:26 | 0:33:28 | |
SCREAMING | 0:33:31 | 0:33:33 | |
HE SCREAMS AND SOBS | 0:33:53 | 0:33:57 | |
-MAN: -Up! | 0:34:05 | 0:34:07 | |
Clear a path! | 0:34:07 | 0:34:10 | |
I want food in every black belly. | 0:34:10 | 0:34:13 | |
-Move! -Just beat them back! | 0:34:13 | 0:34:15 | |
Back! Move your filthy legs! Eat! | 0:34:15 | 0:34:18 | |
-Don't look at me, monkey. -Clear a path! Move! | 0:34:18 | 0:34:21 | |
-Don't let them spit it out. -Back, back! | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
-Move, monkey! -Move sharply, lads! | 0:34:25 | 0:34:27 | |
Faster they're fed, faster we're out of this privy. | 0:34:27 | 0:34:29 | |
Shove it in their faces, but make them eat. | 0:34:29 | 0:34:31 | |
Watch their hands, boys, and their teeth. | 0:34:31 | 0:34:34 | |
Eat now or go hungry. | 0:34:35 | 0:34:37 | |
Quickly, or you'll get nothing. | 0:34:37 | 0:34:39 | |
Feed him, boy! | 0:34:46 | 0:34:48 | |
Eat, nigger. | 0:34:50 | 0:34:53 | |
No "nigger eat." | 0:34:53 | 0:34:55 | |
Here's another one who won't eat, Captain. | 0:34:57 | 0:35:00 | |
A sharp poke in the ribs if you need, boys. | 0:35:02 | 0:35:06 | |
Secure his chin. | 0:35:10 | 0:35:12 | |
-Don't fight me, monkey. -HE GRUNTS | 0:35:14 | 0:35:17 | |
Hold him still. | 0:35:17 | 0:35:19 | |
Hold still! | 0:35:19 | 0:35:21 | |
KUNTA GRUNTS | 0:35:22 | 0:35:25 | |
Pour it now, boy. | 0:35:28 | 0:35:31 | |
Listen for the gurgle. | 0:35:33 | 0:35:35 | |
-KUNTA GURGLES -Down it goes. | 0:35:35 | 0:35:38 | |
Young fool! | 0:35:38 | 0:35:40 | |
Don't let even one starve himself, Mr Taylor. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:46 | |
A dead nigger is money lost. | 0:35:46 | 0:35:48 | |
Out. Out when you're done. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:53 | |
You'll eat or suck metal, but food will get in your belly. | 0:35:53 | 0:35:57 | |
We got more work up on deck, boys. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:02 | |
HE SPITS | 0:36:03 | 0:36:05 | |
DOOR SLAMS | 0:36:07 | 0:36:09 | |
-SILLA: -Kunta Kinte. | 0:36:11 | 0:36:12 | |
You will not live if you do not eat. | 0:36:12 | 0:36:15 | |
Let me die. | 0:36:15 | 0:36:18 | |
Kunta! Live! | 0:36:18 | 0:36:20 | |
-Live! See what comes! -Do you know what will come?! | 0:36:22 | 0:36:26 | |
Does Allah?! | 0:36:28 | 0:36:30 | |
HE BREATHES SHALLOWLY | 0:36:33 | 0:36:36 | |
THUNDER CRASHES | 0:36:39 | 0:36:42 | |
-Man: -Come on! | 0:36:44 | 0:36:46 | |
HE SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY | 0:36:46 | 0:36:47 | |
Brothers, I am Silla Ba Dibba from Juffure. | 0:36:47 | 0:36:50 | |
How many are Mandinka here? | 0:36:50 | 0:36:53 | |
We must help each other. | 0:36:58 | 0:37:01 | |
Mandinka sold the Wolof to the Portuguese! | 0:37:01 | 0:37:04 | |
MEN SHOUT IN OWN LANGUAGES | 0:37:04 | 0:37:07 | |
Brothers, stop! | 0:37:18 | 0:37:20 | |
Stop! | 0:37:20 | 0:37:23 | |
We will not survive as enemies. | 0:37:23 | 0:37:26 | |
I've been in chains on this ship for two moons. | 0:37:26 | 0:37:30 | |
I do not want to survive. | 0:37:31 | 0:37:34 | |
THUNDER CRASHES | 0:37:36 | 0:37:39 | |
WOMAN SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:37:39 | 0:37:41 | |
MAN SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:37:50 | 0:37:54 | |
SAILORS SHOUT | 0:38:14 | 0:38:16 | |
HE SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:38:22 | 0:38:25 | |
THEY SING IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:38:33 | 0:38:37 | |
Come inside, Kunta. | 0:38:56 | 0:38:58 | |
HE HUMS TUNE | 0:39:05 | 0:39:08 | |
-MAN: -Up, up, up, niggers! | 0:39:22 | 0:39:24 | |
Get up! Move! On your feet! Get them moving, Mr Peck! | 0:39:24 | 0:39:28 | |
-Move! -Get up! Move! | 0:39:28 | 0:39:30 | |
Back! Run! Move! | 0:39:30 | 0:39:32 | |
Run! Move! | 0:39:32 | 0:39:34 | |
Move! Up, nigger! | 0:39:36 | 0:39:39 | |
Faster! | 0:39:41 | 0:39:43 | |
-Argh! -Up! | 0:39:43 | 0:39:46 | |
-Get them in line! -Move! Don't look at me! | 0:39:46 | 0:39:50 | |
WHIP CRACKS | 0:39:50 | 0:39:51 | |
Move! | 0:39:54 | 0:39:56 | |
Stay in line. | 0:40:05 | 0:40:07 | |
Keep it straight! | 0:40:09 | 0:40:11 | |
Scrub them down, Mr Taylor. | 0:40:18 | 0:40:20 | |
Yes, Mr Carrington. Boy! | 0:40:20 | 0:40:22 | |
Eyes open, lad. Back in line. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:26 | |
SLAVES SHOUT | 0:40:29 | 0:40:31 | |
Keep an eye, lads. | 0:40:34 | 0:40:37 | |
Every second out of the hold, dancing with the devil, lads. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:41 | |
Do your jobs. | 0:40:41 | 0:40:42 | |
THEY GRUNT | 0:40:42 | 0:40:46 | |
HE SCREAMS | 0:40:46 | 0:40:50 | |
Drum! | 0:40:54 | 0:40:56 | |
Now, you're gonna jump! | 0:40:59 | 0:41:03 | |
You're gonna stretch your limbs, work your muscles! | 0:41:04 | 0:41:07 | |
Keep it up until the drum stops! | 0:41:07 | 0:41:10 | |
Jump! Jump! | 0:41:16 | 0:41:18 | |
Jump! Jump! Move! Move! | 0:41:18 | 0:41:22 | |
Jump! Move! | 0:41:22 | 0:41:24 | |
DRUM RHYTHM CONTINUES | 0:41:24 | 0:41:28 | |
HE SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 0:41:28 | 0:41:31 | |
MEN SING | 0:41:37 | 0:41:41 | |
WOMAN SINGS: | 0:41:49 | 0:41:53 | |
Bring me the girl I like. Bring her now, Mr Carrington. | 0:42:19 | 0:42:23 | |
Yes, Captain. Mr Peck. | 0:42:23 | 0:42:27 | |
SINGING CONTINUES | 0:42:27 | 0:42:31 | |
Jinna! | 0:42:32 | 0:42:35 | |
-Kunta! -Jinna! | 0:42:35 | 0:42:37 | |
-Hey! -Kunta! | 0:42:37 | 0:42:40 | |
Very, very pretty. | 0:42:42 | 0:42:45 | |
I've got some extra food for you. | 0:42:45 | 0:42:48 | |
JINNA SCREAMS | 0:42:48 | 0:42:51 | |
Grab her! But don't hurt her. No cuts or scars! | 0:42:51 | 0:42:55 | |
-Mr Taylor! -JINNA CRIES | 0:42:55 | 0:42:58 | |
What's going on here now? | 0:42:58 | 0:43:00 | |
Grab her! | 0:43:06 | 0:43:08 | |
Kunta! | 0:43:10 | 0:43:12 | |
Grab her! | 0:43:12 | 0:43:14 | |
SHE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 0:43:14 | 0:43:17 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:43:17 | 0:43:20 | |
SHE CRIES AND SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 0:43:27 | 0:43:31 | |
That nigger girl has provoked them. | 0:43:34 | 0:43:36 | |
Take them down now, Mr Taylor. | 0:43:36 | 0:43:39 | |
Move! Come on! Move! Move! | 0:43:39 | 0:43:43 | |
I know when my cargo starts to turn bad, Mr Carrington. | 0:43:43 | 0:43:46 | |
We need an example. | 0:43:46 | 0:43:48 | |
We need to make them think twice about starting trouble. | 0:43:48 | 0:43:52 | |
That one with the wound. | 0:43:52 | 0:43:55 | |
His arm is diseased! It must come off. | 0:43:58 | 0:44:01 | |
-Yes, Mr Carrington. -Make sure they all watch. | 0:44:01 | 0:44:04 | |
-Get over here. -SILLA: -Argh! | 0:44:04 | 0:44:08 | |
Get him on the deck. | 0:44:08 | 0:44:12 | |
Hold that arm out. | 0:44:12 | 0:44:14 | |
Hold him steady. | 0:44:15 | 0:44:17 | |
SILLA SCREAMS | 0:44:19 | 0:44:21 | |
HE SCREAMS | 0:44:33 | 0:44:36 | |
MAN COUGHS | 0:44:43 | 0:44:46 | |
I was dreaming of my daughters. | 0:44:47 | 0:44:50 | |
They would always run to me when I came home. | 0:44:52 | 0:44:56 | |
Arms waving like the wings of a stork. | 0:44:56 | 0:45:00 | |
Keep your dreams to yourself. | 0:45:03 | 0:45:06 | |
I am not a brave man, Kunta. | 0:45:16 | 0:45:20 | |
But if the time comes, I'll fight. | 0:45:23 | 0:45:26 | |
And if we die, | 0:45:29 | 0:45:31 | |
the spirits of our ancestors | 0:45:31 | 0:45:34 | |
will tell our families | 0:45:34 | 0:45:36 | |
that we tried to come home to them. | 0:45:36 | 0:45:38 | |
HE BREATHES HEAVILY | 0:45:44 | 0:45:48 | |
Is there another man who will fight with me to take this ship? | 0:46:01 | 0:46:07 | |
I will fight with the boy from Juffure. | 0:46:17 | 0:46:19 | |
MEN SHOUT IN OWN LANGUAGES | 0:46:29 | 0:46:31 | |
And I will see you again. | 0:46:37 | 0:46:40 | |
DRUMMING | 0:46:42 | 0:46:44 | |
MEN SING: | 0:46:44 | 0:46:46 | |
WOMAN SINGS: | 0:47:20 | 0:47:23 | |
Bring the girl to me. | 0:47:33 | 0:47:35 | |
Mr Peck. | 0:47:35 | 0:47:37 | |
HE SINGS: | 0:47:39 | 0:47:42 | |
DRUMMING QUICKENS | 0:47:49 | 0:47:52 | |
MEN SING LOUDER | 0:47:54 | 0:47:57 | |
SPOKEN: | 0:48:03 | 0:48:05 | |
They broke the chain! | 0:48:10 | 0:48:12 | |
GUNSHOTS | 0:48:12 | 0:48:14 | |
-MAN: -Shoot the ones in front! Shoot them! | 0:48:16 | 0:48:18 | |
-Get behind the door, everyone! -CARRINGTON: -Fire at will! | 0:48:18 | 0:48:21 | |
Don't let them get behind the doors, lads! | 0:48:23 | 0:48:26 | |
-Close it now! -Watch out! | 0:48:28 | 0:48:33 | |
-THEY GRUNT -Close it! | 0:48:33 | 0:48:36 | |
Close the damn door! | 0:48:36 | 0:48:38 | |
SQUELCHING | 0:48:43 | 0:48:45 | |
-MAN: -Help me! Help me! | 0:48:49 | 0:48:52 | |
THEY SHOUT | 0:48:52 | 0:48:54 | |
Close the damn door! | 0:48:54 | 0:48:56 | |
Watch out! | 0:48:59 | 0:49:01 | |
I'm going for the other gun! | 0:49:01 | 0:49:04 | |
SOUND CUTS OUT | 0:49:09 | 0:49:13 | |
CANON HINGES ECHO | 0:49:17 | 0:49:19 | |
CANON HINGES SQUEAK AND ECHO | 0:49:38 | 0:49:41 | |
MOURNFUL MUSIC PLAYS | 0:49:52 | 0:49:55 | |
-ECHOING: -All of you, backed up! | 0:50:00 | 0:50:03 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:50:12 | 0:50:15 | |
-DAVIES: -Look at his eyes. He's not worth feeding. | 0:50:20 | 0:50:23 | |
Proof is in the pigmentation, gentlemen. | 0:50:52 | 0:50:54 | |
Fresh off the boat... Guinea boys. You will notice their midnight hue, | 0:50:54 | 0:50:58 | |
their sizable feet. | 0:50:58 | 0:51:00 | |
A rare opportunity to purchase lifelong labourers | 0:51:00 | 0:51:03 | |
and natural breeders... | 0:51:03 | 0:51:06 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:51:06 | 0:51:08 | |
..females, young and lively with them. | 0:51:08 | 0:51:11 | |
Hips for child-bearing, shoulders for field work. | 0:51:11 | 0:51:13 | |
-Fine form for the kitchen workplace. -300. -Who will start for 300? | 0:51:13 | 0:51:17 | |
Let the scramble commence! | 0:51:20 | 0:51:22 | |
-MAN: -Open his mouth. | 0:51:24 | 0:51:25 | |
Don't tarry, gentlemen. Someone else will buy. | 0:51:25 | 0:51:28 | |
-This one has the flux. -Six minutes, gentlemen. | 0:51:28 | 0:51:30 | |
Take my word. They'll all be sold. | 0:51:30 | 0:51:33 | |
Master. Strong boy. | 0:51:33 | 0:51:36 | |
Aah. | 0:51:45 | 0:51:48 | |
Three sold over here! | 0:51:48 | 0:51:51 | |
HE SNIFFS | 0:51:52 | 0:51:55 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:51:55 | 0:51:58 | |
Hey, boy! Stand still. | 0:51:58 | 0:52:00 | |
Sold! | 0:52:00 | 0:52:02 | |
Cough. Cough! | 0:52:02 | 0:52:03 | |
HE COUGHS AND GRUNTS | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
-Come. -Sold! Sold! | 0:52:08 | 0:52:10 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:52:13 | 0:52:15 | |
Hey! No Guineaman talk. Just Virginia talk, you hear? | 0:52:32 | 0:52:36 | |
Now, you call me Samson. | 0:52:36 | 0:52:38 | |
Settle down. We almost at Massa's farm. | 0:52:38 | 0:52:42 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:52:44 | 0:52:46 | |
HE HUMS | 0:53:18 | 0:53:21 | |
-CHAINS JANGLE -Hey! Guineaman! | 0:53:48 | 0:53:50 | |
Come back here, Guineaman! | 0:53:50 | 0:53:52 | |
I said come back here! | 0:53:52 | 0:53:55 | |
Settle down, boy! | 0:53:59 | 0:54:01 | |
HE PANTS | 0:54:08 | 0:54:11 | |
-Come back here! -Hey, one of you grab him! | 0:54:13 | 0:54:15 | |
Get away, Guineaman! You're going to get us all hanged! | 0:54:15 | 0:54:18 | |
Come back, Guineaman! | 0:54:22 | 0:54:24 | |
HORSE GRUNTS | 0:54:24 | 0:54:26 | |
-WOMAN: -That there's a Guineaman. | 0:54:32 | 0:54:35 | |
If the overseer asks for me, tell him Miss Elizabeth sent me to the Albrights' party. | 0:54:39 | 0:54:44 | |
-THEY LAUGH -Of course, if there's a pretty little filly in there | 0:54:44 | 0:54:47 | |
who needs a good hard ride, tell him I'm gonna be playing all night long. | 0:54:47 | 0:54:50 | |
Whoa, whoa, whoa! You the new Guineaman? | 0:54:51 | 0:54:53 | |
No, no, no. Can't be here. Get back! | 0:54:53 | 0:54:55 | |
What you done to me, boy? What you done to me? | 0:54:57 | 0:55:00 | |
KUNTA GRUNTS | 0:55:01 | 0:55:04 | |
You let him get away. | 0:55:05 | 0:55:08 | |
He... he... he... he a slippery one, Massa. | 0:55:11 | 0:55:13 | |
What's that? | 0:55:16 | 0:55:19 | |
Your words are hubble-bubble to me, African. | 0:55:19 | 0:55:21 | |
I didn't tell you to leave, Fiddler. | 0:55:21 | 0:55:23 | |
Miss Elizabeth said she wants me to be on time, | 0:55:26 | 0:55:28 | |
so that's what I intend to do. | 0:55:28 | 0:55:31 | |
She won't mind if you linger a moment, as a... as a favour to me. | 0:55:31 | 0:55:35 | |
-Step away from the African. -Y-y-yes, Massa. | 0:55:38 | 0:55:41 | |
-SAMSON GRUNTS -How many mistakes you going to make?! | 0:55:49 | 0:55:53 | |
Big, stupid bear of a nigger, eh? You can't do what you're told, huh? | 0:55:53 | 0:55:57 | |
How many?! How many?! How many?! | 0:55:57 | 0:55:59 | |
No! | 0:55:59 | 0:56:01 | |
What's Master Waller going to say if you kill him? | 0:56:01 | 0:56:05 | |
I'm an artist with a club, just like you and your fiddle, Fiddler. | 0:56:05 | 0:56:09 | |
SAMSON SCREAMS | 0:56:11 | 0:56:14 | |
Know just when to stop. | 0:56:17 | 0:56:20 | |
SAMSON WHIMPERS | 0:56:20 | 0:56:22 | |
You just had your first lesson in how things work. | 0:56:25 | 0:56:28 | |
All these fancy Virginian gentlemen, they don't understand you. | 0:56:30 | 0:56:33 | |
But I do. You can't buy a slave. | 0:56:33 | 0:56:37 | |
You got to make a slave. | 0:56:37 | 0:56:39 | |
Connelly. Georgia man is here to buy. | 0:56:41 | 0:56:43 | |
Ephraim, here. | 0:56:44 | 0:56:46 | |
Candide, and...yes, Miss Ellen. | 0:56:48 | 0:56:50 | |
Come on, you're going Georgia way. | 0:56:50 | 0:56:52 | |
-Not my mama! You can't! -Not me, Massa! Please! | 0:56:52 | 0:56:58 | |
Ah, shush, shush, shush... | 0:56:58 | 0:57:00 | |
-Come on. Get them in the wagon. -Please! -Get ahold of them. | 0:57:00 | 0:57:03 | |
-Not my daughter! -Get them inside! | 0:57:03 | 0:57:06 | |
WALLER: That one's a fine cook and I gave you a damn fine price for her. | 0:57:06 | 0:57:09 | |
-All right? -Samson, sir. He's more trouble now than help. | 0:57:09 | 0:57:11 | |
It'll send a message to them all and put some extra money in your pocket. | 0:57:11 | 0:57:15 | |
Very good. | 0:57:15 | 0:57:17 | |
All right, come on, take him. Get him in the back of the wagon. | 0:57:17 | 0:57:20 | |
Come on, move. Hurry up. | 0:57:20 | 0:57:22 | |
Samson work harder than anybody on this farm, Master Waller. | 0:57:22 | 0:57:25 | |
Massa, please. My daughter, Massa! | 0:57:25 | 0:57:28 | |
Sure about Samson? | 0:57:31 | 0:57:32 | |
Who we going to get to break the African boy? | 0:57:32 | 0:57:35 | |
Need to speak to you about that, sir. In private. | 0:57:35 | 0:57:40 | |
Get the African chained up in a tobacco shed. | 0:57:41 | 0:57:45 | |
ELLEN CRIES | 0:57:45 | 0:57:48 | |
-TABITHA: -Mama! | 0:57:50 | 0:57:52 | |
FLIES BUZZ | 0:57:56 | 0:57:58 | |
DOOR OPENS This one is easily spooked. | 0:58:08 | 0:58:11 | |
Elizabeth. I told you, this is no place for my wife. | 0:58:11 | 0:58:16 | |
And I almost obeyed you, darling. I only came to find Fiddler. | 0:58:16 | 0:58:19 | |
-Massa Waller. -Yes. | 0:58:19 | 0:58:22 | |
They told me that you wanted to see me. They didn't tell me why. | 0:58:22 | 0:58:25 | |
Connelly here tells me that you knew the African girl | 0:58:25 | 0:58:28 | |
over at the Randolph place. | 0:58:28 | 0:58:31 | |
I wouldn't say I knew her, Massa. We didn't do much talking. | 0:58:31 | 0:58:35 | |
-That was years ago. -Fine notion, sir. | 0:58:35 | 0:58:38 | |
Fiddler knows his way around an African. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:40 | |
Let him handle the boy. | 0:58:40 | 0:58:42 | |
John. We spoke at length. No more purchases for a while, and look what you did. | 0:58:42 | 0:58:47 | |
Brother, I do not like holding so much of your debt. | 0:58:47 | 0:58:51 | |
What on earth are you talking about? | 0:58:51 | 0:58:54 | |
I'm going to get 30 years good service out of him. | 0:58:54 | 0:58:56 | |
And I have money in my pocket from selling the niggers that he's replacing. | 0:58:56 | 0:59:00 | |
-FIDDLER: -Massa Waller, that's a brand-new Guineaman. It's a mighty responsibility. Much more | 0:59:00 | 0:59:05 | |
responsibility for an overseer than it is for a fiddle player like me. | 0:59:05 | 0:59:08 | |
No, no, Fiddler. He's yours starting today. | 0:59:08 | 0:59:11 | |
And if the boy proves to be recalcitrant, then he'll go in my pocket, too, | 0:59:11 | 0:59:15 | |
courtesy of the Georgia man, same as Samson. | 0:59:15 | 0:59:17 | |
What are we calling this one? | 0:59:19 | 0:59:21 | |
-WILLIAM: -Does the lady have a proposal? -Hey. Hey! | 0:59:21 | 0:59:25 | |
In Dorset, we had an old slave in the stables. | 0:59:25 | 0:59:28 | |
-Don't you ever look at my wife. -He taught me to abandon side-saddle. | 0:59:28 | 0:59:32 | |
Sit astride a stallion. | 0:59:32 | 0:59:35 | |
Call this one Toby. | 0:59:35 | 0:59:37 | |
Named after the horse or the slave? | 0:59:37 | 0:59:39 | |
Both. | 0:59:39 | 0:59:42 | |
-Come along, Connelly. CONNELLY: -Yes, sir. | 0:59:42 | 0:59:45 | |
Come up to the house as soon as you're finished. | 0:59:45 | 0:59:47 | |
I want to hear all about the Albrights' party. | 0:59:47 | 0:59:49 | |
Mrs Albright put on a barrel of weight. | 0:59:49 | 0:59:51 | |
Look like a new-born calf at the udder. | 0:59:51 | 0:59:53 | |
-I knew it. I want all the details. -Yes, ma'am. | 0:59:53 | 0:59:56 | |
-You're hurt. -It's nothing to fuss about. | 0:59:56 | 1:00:00 | |
-William... -WILLIAM: -Hmm? | 1:00:00 | 1:00:03 | |
Yes, that could go septic. I'll attend to you up at the house, Fiddler. | 1:00:04 | 1:00:08 | |
Thank you, ma'am. | 1:00:10 | 1:00:12 | |
(Damn Albrights.) | 1:00:19 | 1:00:23 | |
Playing for six hours. | 1:00:23 | 1:00:25 | |
Asked the oldest son if I could take some time to rest | 1:00:25 | 1:00:27 | |
cos my fingers were clawing up. | 1:00:27 | 1:00:30 | |
Spoiled boy took my hand, held it over the candle flame. | 1:00:30 | 1:00:34 | |
I still had to play more tunes. | 1:00:35 | 1:00:37 | |
But you a tune I never was expecting to play. | 1:00:39 | 1:00:43 | |
Just calm down! Calm down. Calm down. | 1:00:46 | 1:00:49 | |
Why you think that overseer got Massa to give you to me, huh? | 1:00:49 | 1:00:55 | |
Cos overseer know that you're going to take off again. | 1:00:55 | 1:00:58 | |
Then the Massa, he going to have to blame me. | 1:00:58 | 1:01:01 | |
I'll end up like Samson, going out Georgia way. | 1:01:01 | 1:01:04 | |
You going to start working - today. | 1:01:06 | 1:01:09 | |
You'll be planting a new tobacco field. | 1:01:13 | 1:01:15 | |
Try to say this word. | 1:01:15 | 1:01:17 | |
Tobacco. | 1:01:18 | 1:01:21 | |
Tobacco. | 1:01:22 | 1:01:24 | |
Tobacco. | 1:01:27 | 1:01:30 | |
That's right. | 1:01:30 | 1:01:31 | |
Tobacco like a hole in a water bucket. | 1:01:31 | 1:01:35 | |
Makes a... makes a field run dry. | 1:01:35 | 1:01:38 | |
Run field dry. | 1:01:38 | 1:01:41 | |
It's going to be a long summer. | 1:01:42 | 1:01:45 | |
Killing heat, biting flies. | 1:01:46 | 1:01:50 | |
Stay light so long, | 1:01:52 | 1:01:53 | |
it seem like the night gonna never come. | 1:01:53 | 1:01:55 | |
I'm going to get Miss Elizabeth to hand you back over to the overseer. | 1:01:57 | 1:02:01 | |
I got me a nice, warm spot like an old hound | 1:02:01 | 1:02:03 | |
right there at the fireplace by her feet. | 1:02:03 | 1:02:06 | |
I ain't gonna let no Guineaman get me kicked back out to that field. | 1:02:06 | 1:02:11 | |
You understand me, Toby? | 1:02:11 | 1:02:14 | |
Kunta Kinte. | 1:02:14 | 1:02:17 | |
No, no, listen to me. | 1:02:17 | 1:02:19 | |
Massa's wife done named you Toby. | 1:02:19 | 1:02:22 | |
Kunta Kinte! | 1:02:22 | 1:02:24 | |
HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 1:02:24 | 1:02:26 | |
I ain't got time to chinwag with a Guineaman. | 1:02:26 | 1:02:29 | |
Toby. Toby! | 1:02:29 | 1:02:31 | |
Toby! Toby! Toby! Toby! Toby! Toby! Toby! | 1:02:31 | 1:02:33 | |
You're gonna be Toby now, and you're gonna be Toby forever! | 1:02:33 | 1:02:36 | |
And I don't care nothing about your Africa ways! | 1:02:38 | 1:02:42 | |
You gonna work hard, and you gonna cause no trouble, | 1:02:42 | 1:02:46 | |
you hear me, Toby? | 1:02:46 | 1:02:49 | |
Kunta Kinte! | 1:02:54 | 1:02:56 | |
-MAN: -# Life is smoke | 1:03:10 | 1:03:12 | |
# So this be true | 1:03:12 | 1:03:15 | |
# Tobacco gon' my life renew | 1:03:15 | 1:03:19 | |
# Don't fear death | 1:03:20 | 1:03:23 | |
# No killin' care | 1:03:23 | 1:03:26 | |
# Soul's gonna rise... # | 1:03:26 | 1:03:28 | |
KUNTA HUMS | 1:03:28 | 1:03:33 | |
WHISPERING VOICES ECHO | 1:03:33 | 1:03:36 | |
-MAN: -Hey. | 1:03:36 | 1:03:38 | |
-Hey! -GUN COCKS | 1:03:38 | 1:03:40 | |
Back to work. | 1:03:40 | 1:03:43 | |
FLIES BUZZ | 1:03:43 | 1:03:45 | |
I'm gonna come by and see you tonight. | 1:04:01 | 1:04:03 | |
If you want me... | 1:04:06 | 1:04:09 | |
you can have me. | 1:04:09 | 1:04:11 | |
Understand? | 1:04:11 | 1:04:15 | |
No. | 1:04:18 | 1:04:21 | |
That be so bad? | 1:04:21 | 1:04:24 | |
Go. | 1:04:38 | 1:04:41 | |
-MAN: -Come on, now, move fast, nigger, | 1:04:51 | 1:04:53 | |
-before you gets us all in trouble. -No nigger. Mandinka. | 1:04:53 | 1:04:57 | |
Snuck you something from the kitchen. | 1:05:00 | 1:05:04 | |
With honey. | 1:05:04 | 1:05:06 | |
Always hungry when you working in the field. | 1:05:07 | 1:05:09 | |
-I remember that. -Thank you, Fiddler. | 1:05:09 | 1:05:13 | |
Your boy ain't keeping up, Fiddler. | 1:05:14 | 1:05:17 | |
Need to get these hogs' heads to the Liverpool packet. | 1:05:17 | 1:05:20 | |
Miss that ship, I'm telling Mr Waller it's your fault. | 1:05:20 | 1:05:24 | |
Almost done. | 1:05:24 | 1:05:26 | |
I'm getting about damn tired of you, Guineaman! | 1:05:28 | 1:05:32 | |
I got this. I got this. | 1:05:32 | 1:05:35 | |
What's the matter? You don't want to fight, Guineaman? Come here! | 1:05:37 | 1:05:40 | |
-Don't stop. -Come on, then. | 1:05:40 | 1:05:43 | |
-Come on out of that hole. Come on. -Get up, Toby. -Come on! -Back to work. | 1:05:43 | 1:05:47 | |
-Toby. -(Get up.) | 1:05:47 | 1:05:51 | |
-On your feet. -No Toby. | 1:05:51 | 1:05:54 | |
Kunta Kinte. | 1:05:54 | 1:05:56 | |
-Toby! Toby! -KUNTA GRUNTS | 1:05:58 | 1:06:02 | |
I got him! I got him! I got him! I got this. | 1:06:02 | 1:06:04 | |
Your name's Toby. | 1:06:04 | 1:06:06 | |
-Now, get up, Toby. -(Listen to me.) | 1:06:06 | 1:06:08 | |
(You're gonna get your head cracked open like a Chesapeake oyster. | 1:06:08 | 1:06:11 | |
(I need you to get up. All right, hear me?) | 1:06:11 | 1:06:15 | |
Next time he doesn't answer to Toby, you're the one gets a beating. | 1:06:17 | 1:06:21 | |
Let's go right now, ask Miss Elizabeth what she think about all that. | 1:06:21 | 1:06:24 | |
You think she can keep you safe? | 1:06:24 | 1:06:27 | |
Like the Queen of England. | 1:06:27 | 1:06:29 | |
Ain't just Toby don't know who he really is. | 1:06:29 | 1:06:32 | |
You think that Mandinka god hear you? | 1:06:38 | 1:06:41 | |
Best thing to forget all that. | 1:06:41 | 1:06:43 | |
White folk don't like no Africa god. Get you in bad trouble, Toby. | 1:06:43 | 1:06:47 | |
I can't believe I got to ride ten mile... | 1:06:51 | 1:06:55 | |
..then I got to work all damn night. | 1:06:56 | 1:06:59 | |
Miss Elizabeth called me a...her protege. | 1:06:59 | 1:07:01 | |
Protege just mean that she... she...she rent me out and she keep all the money. | 1:07:01 | 1:07:05 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 1:07:05 | 1:07:08 | |
KUNTA SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 1:07:08 | 1:07:11 | |
What's that tune? | 1:07:38 | 1:07:41 | |
HE CONTINUES SINGING | 1:07:42 | 1:07:46 | |
Long time ago... | 1:07:48 | 1:07:51 | |
I swear that my grandmama sang that... | 1:07:51 | 1:07:55 | |
'fore I got sold. | 1:07:55 | 1:07:58 | |
There was a man on the farm, played this old Africa guitar. | 1:07:58 | 1:08:00 | |
-He...I think he played it, too. -No guitar. | 1:08:00 | 1:08:03 | |
Kontingo. | 1:08:03 | 1:08:05 | |
I've been chasing that tune i-in my head for... | 1:08:05 | 1:08:09 | |
..a long, long time. | 1:08:11 | 1:08:16 | |
You must be putting that Mandinka magic on me. | 1:08:18 | 1:08:20 | |
Making me think of too many things | 1:08:20 | 1:08:24 | |
tucked away real deep inside. | 1:08:24 | 1:08:27 | |
My mother sings this to me... | 1:08:33 | 1:08:36 | |
..every night when I'm young. | 1:08:37 | 1:08:40 | |
It's a real pretty song. | 1:08:42 | 1:08:45 | |
I'm gonna figure it out. | 1:08:48 | 1:08:51 | |
Maybe build me one of them... | 1:08:51 | 1:08:54 | |
Africa guitars. | 1:08:54 | 1:08:56 | |
This song is mine. | 1:08:56 | 1:08:58 | |
Nobody in this place can have it. | 1:08:58 | 1:09:02 | |
-It's OK. It's OK. -HE CHUCKLES | 1:09:04 | 1:09:08 | |
I can wait till you share it with me. | 1:09:08 | 1:09:11 | |
Mama sing her boy a song like that, she must be a fine lady. | 1:09:13 | 1:09:17 | |
She got to have a fine...fine family. | 1:09:18 | 1:09:24 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 1:09:24 | 1:09:27 | |
CHISEL SCRAPING | 1:09:51 | 1:09:55 | |
-WILLIAM: -You cut me off! Now I'll pass you. | 1:10:15 | 1:10:18 | |
-ELIZABETH: -Come on! | 1:10:18 | 1:10:20 | |
One day, she gonna let Massa's brother catch her, | 1:10:20 | 1:10:23 | |
and this whole farm gonna catch on fire. | 1:10:23 | 1:10:26 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 1:10:26 | 1:10:28 | |
I got a surprise for you later. | 1:10:28 | 1:10:31 | |
Surprise in this place be when toubab do their own work. | 1:10:31 | 1:10:34 | |
-ELIZABETH: -I won! | 1:10:36 | 1:10:39 | |
Or did you let me win? | 1:10:40 | 1:10:41 | |
-No, no, no, I did my best. -SHE CHUCKLES | 1:10:41 | 1:10:43 | |
Although I must say I've become rather partial to the view from second place. | 1:10:43 | 1:10:47 | |
SHE CHUCKLES | 1:10:47 | 1:10:50 | |
Walk him down, Toby. See that he gets a good wash. | 1:10:50 | 1:10:52 | |
Oh, and I like to spoil him with a bucket of carrots. | 1:10:52 | 1:10:55 | |
Understand? | 1:10:59 | 1:11:01 | |
Don't be afraid, Toby. | 1:11:03 | 1:11:05 | |
Toby? | 1:11:07 | 1:11:10 | |
Please do this for me. | 1:11:10 | 1:11:13 | |
Miss Elizabeth being really kind to you. | 1:11:18 | 1:11:21 | |
That's her favourite horse. | 1:11:21 | 1:11:22 | |
-Just do what she say, all right? -Fiddler? | 1:11:22 | 1:11:25 | |
Why are you making me wait after all I do for you? | 1:11:25 | 1:11:29 | |
Get the boy to take my horse to the stable now. | 1:11:31 | 1:11:35 | |
Yes, ma'am. He's gonna do it. I promise. | 1:11:35 | 1:11:39 | |
Just got to, uh, be a little patient with him, that's all. | 1:11:39 | 1:11:41 | |
Stop protecting Toby. | 1:11:41 | 1:11:43 | |
You pick up those reins and tend to my horse. | 1:11:45 | 1:11:48 | |
JOHN: Is there a problem here, my dear? | 1:11:50 | 1:11:53 | |
I want Toby to attend to my stallion. | 1:11:53 | 1:11:55 | |
I asked Fiddler for his assistance, but he's not helping me. | 1:11:55 | 1:12:00 | |
-You do as Mrs Wal... -Connelly. | 1:12:00 | 1:12:03 | |
Toby. | 1:12:05 | 1:12:07 | |
Obey my wife immediately. | 1:12:07 | 1:12:10 | |
Toby! | 1:12:16 | 1:12:19 | |
Obey my wife immediately. | 1:12:21 | 1:12:25 | |
Toby! | 1:12:29 | 1:12:31 | |
John. | 1:12:31 | 1:12:33 | |
You are supposed to have trained the boy. | 1:12:37 | 1:12:41 | |
Clearly you've not been doing your damn job, Fiddler. | 1:12:42 | 1:12:46 | |
Yes, Massa. He gonna clean your horse, | 1:12:46 | 1:12:49 | |
take care of your horse real fine, Miss Elizabeth. | 1:12:49 | 1:12:53 | |
Real fine. | 1:12:53 | 1:12:54 | |
-CONNELLY: -Get back to work, Toby. | 1:12:56 | 1:12:59 | |
Back to work. | 1:12:59 | 1:13:02 | |
FIDDLE PLAYS CLASSICAL TUNE | 1:13:02 | 1:13:05 | |
I thought I'd carved out a life for myself. | 1:13:29 | 1:13:33 | |
How'd these white folks get to me? | 1:13:33 | 1:13:35 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 1:13:38 | 1:13:40 | |
I guess your Mandinka magic is starting to work on me. | 1:13:40 | 1:13:43 | |
Fiddler. What road is north? | 1:13:44 | 1:13:48 | |
Just follow the dead niggers hanging from the trees. | 1:13:59 | 1:14:02 | |
Get you right there. | 1:14:02 | 1:14:03 | |
HE SIGHS I can't stay here. | 1:14:03 | 1:14:06 | |
-When right time come, I go north. -Ain't no right time. | 1:14:06 | 1:14:10 | |
Overseer could walk backwards and catch you in them irons. | 1:14:10 | 1:14:13 | |
And the day you run, that's my last day on this farm. | 1:14:13 | 1:14:17 | |
Besides, can't just fly off north like a bird. | 1:14:17 | 1:14:22 | |
Country ain't like it used to be. | 1:14:22 | 1:14:24 | |
White folks cutting down old trees fast as they can and putting up new houses. | 1:14:24 | 1:14:28 | |
You got to twist and turn your way to get there. | 1:14:28 | 1:14:31 | |
And paddyrollers on the road all the time | 1:14:31 | 1:14:33 | |
-just hunting for niggers like you. -I'm not scared of paddyrollers. | 1:14:33 | 1:14:37 | |
Stupid never scared. | 1:14:38 | 1:14:41 | |
Of course, ain't that many paddyrollers | 1:14:44 | 1:14:47 | |
on the road around Christmas. | 1:14:47 | 1:14:50 | |
A man could vanish before anybody could tell he gone. | 1:14:53 | 1:14:58 | |
And the Massa be having a grand celebration for the baby Jesus. | 1:14:58 | 1:15:02 | |
Everybody occupied then. | 1:15:02 | 1:15:05 | |
How soon this English Christmas is coming? | 1:15:05 | 1:15:07 | |
It's almost here. | 1:15:09 | 1:15:12 | |
Merry Christmas, Caesar. | 1:15:17 | 1:15:18 | |
Merry Christmas to you, too, Miss Elizabeth. | 1:15:18 | 1:15:21 | |
-Merry Christmas, Abigail. -Thank you. Thank you, ma'am. | 1:15:21 | 1:15:24 | |
-Merry Christmas, Pollidore. -Much obliged, ma'am. | 1:15:24 | 1:15:27 | |
-Merry Christmas. -Blessing to you, ma'am. | 1:15:27 | 1:15:29 | |
Merry Christmas, July. | 1:15:29 | 1:15:31 | |
MAN SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 1:15:31 | 1:15:34 | |
THEY CHEER AND CLAP TO MUSIC | 1:15:34 | 1:15:38 | |
WOMAN SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 1:15:38 | 1:15:41 | |
THEY SING IN OWN LANGUAGE | 1:15:43 | 1:15:46 | |
DISTANT MUSIC AND LAUGHTER | 1:15:56 | 1:15:59 | |
SINGING CONTINUES | 1:16:11 | 1:16:15 | |
DOOR OPENS | 1:16:29 | 1:16:32 | |
Came in to check on you. | 1:16:33 | 1:16:36 | |
All right. Now you done it. | 1:16:41 | 1:16:45 | |
Can't put that chain back together again. That's for sure. | 1:16:45 | 1:16:49 | |
Need to get you off of this farm | 1:16:49 | 1:16:50 | |
'fore the overseer sees what you did. | 1:16:50 | 1:16:53 | |
Got to put a lot of miles between you and this farm 'fore they know you're gone. | 1:17:00 | 1:17:04 | |
DISTANT LAUGHTER | 1:17:04 | 1:17:08 | |
These boys experts at catching slaves. | 1:17:10 | 1:17:13 | |
They not going to catch me. | 1:17:15 | 1:17:18 | |
Not on her big horse. | 1:17:18 | 1:17:20 | |
You know how to ride that hot-blooded stallion? | 1:17:21 | 1:17:24 | |
She been riding horses all her life, and...and she can't even handle it. | 1:17:24 | 1:17:27 | |
Don't ride like English lady. Ride like Mandinka warrior. | 1:17:27 | 1:17:31 | |
I know what to do. | 1:17:38 | 1:17:41 | |
Fancy white folk like to hear a real musician | 1:17:42 | 1:17:45 | |
around Christmas-time. Me. | 1:17:45 | 1:17:48 | |
I'll play so they... so they can't take they eyes off me. | 1:17:50 | 1:17:54 | |
But I'm really playing for you. | 1:17:54 | 1:17:56 | |
You understand me? | 1:17:56 | 1:17:59 | |
That special surprise I been working on. | 1:17:59 | 1:18:01 | |
So, when you hear my fiddle playing, that'll tell you that the overseer, | 1:18:02 | 1:18:05 | |
he ain't walking around. And it's time for you to go. | 1:18:05 | 1:18:10 | |
At least one of us gonna be free. | 1:18:10 | 1:18:12 | |
Fiddler. What name is you? | 1:18:24 | 1:18:27 | |
Name from your mother? | 1:18:30 | 1:18:33 | |
Henry. | 1:18:34 | 1:18:37 | |
I remember that's what she called me. | 1:18:38 | 1:18:40 | |
Henry. | 1:18:40 | 1:18:43 | |
Thank you. | 1:18:45 | 1:18:47 | |
FIDDLE PLAYS UPBEAT TUNE | 1:18:49 | 1:18:52 | |
HORSE GRUNTS | 1:19:11 | 1:19:13 | |
-BLAINE: -Stay out tomorrow? -CONNELLY: -I'll go up to the house | 1:19:13 | 1:19:15 | |
and offer Mrs Waller a merry Christmas. Enjoy her hospitality. | 1:19:15 | 1:19:18 | |
Now, Waller will drink himself to an early bed. | 1:19:18 | 1:19:21 | |
You can spend the rest of the night with your wife, | 1:19:21 | 1:19:24 | |
but be back early, give the slaves a half day without work. | 1:19:24 | 1:19:27 | |
HORSE GRUNTS | 1:19:27 | 1:19:29 | |
Shhh. | 1:19:29 | 1:19:30 | |
Now you fly for me. | 1:19:34 | 1:19:35 | |
MUSIC STOPS, GUESTS APPLAUD | 1:20:10 | 1:20:12 | |
HE PLAYS BINTA'S LULLABY | 1:20:18 | 1:20:22 | |
SHE SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE | 1:20:40 | 1:20:43 | |
BINTA'S LULLABY CONTINUES | 1:20:54 | 1:20:58 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 1:21:01 | 1:21:03 | |
DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS | 1:21:38 | 1:21:41 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 1:21:48 | 1:21:50 | |
HORSE SNORTS | 1:21:58 | 1:22:01 | |
SHE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE | 1:22:24 | 1:22:27 | |
DOGS BARK | 1:22:27 | 1:22:30 | |
HORSE SNORTS | 1:22:34 | 1:22:36 | |
Run like a warrior. | 1:22:36 | 1:22:39 | |
DISTANT DOGS BARK | 1:22:51 | 1:22:54 | |
BARKING CONTINUES | 1:23:04 | 1:23:07 | |
DOGS BARK AND SNARL | 1:23:29 | 1:23:32 | |
HE GRUNTS | 1:23:34 | 1:23:37 | |
CONNELLY WHISTLES | 1:23:38 | 1:23:41 | |
-BLAINE: -Got the black bastard! | 1:24:14 | 1:24:18 | |
Saved you the trouble of burying him. | 1:24:21 | 1:24:23 | |
-POUNDING ON DOOR Man: -Fiddler! | 1:24:28 | 1:24:31 | |
Fiddler! | 1:24:31 | 1:24:32 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 1:24:37 | 1:24:40 | |
Massa Waller, Massa Waller. Can I talk to you about Toby? | 1:24:46 | 1:24:48 | |
He had to know the African would escape while he was playing for you at your party. | 1:24:48 | 1:24:52 | |
He probably planned it with him. | 1:24:52 | 1:24:54 | |
Fiddler, what do you got to say? | 1:24:54 | 1:24:56 | |
Boy just got scared, that's all. | 1:24:56 | 1:24:58 | |
I can teach him better. Just give me one more... | 1:24:58 | 1:25:01 | |
Always acting so cocksure and pleased, as if we're the same! | 1:25:08 | 1:25:12 | |
I ain't the same as you! I'm not a nigger, understand?! | 1:25:12 | 1:25:15 | |
I ain't no nigger. | 1:25:15 | 1:25:17 | |
You ain't the same! I ain't the same! We ain't the same! | 1:25:17 | 1:25:21 | |
I don't never want to be the same as you! | 1:25:21 | 1:25:23 | |
Never want to be the same as you! | 1:25:23 | 1:25:26 | |
I'm sorry, Massa Waller. | 1:25:36 | 1:25:40 | |
Miss Elizabeth. | 1:25:41 | 1:25:43 | |
Massa Waller. | 1:25:46 | 1:25:47 | |
Sell him. | 1:25:47 | 1:25:49 | |
Or you'll ruin this farm. | 1:25:49 | 1:25:52 | |
The other gentry will laugh at you. | 1:25:52 | 1:25:55 | |
The African boy, he's young. He's got...he's got years of work in him. | 1:25:55 | 1:25:59 | |
Not this one. | 1:25:59 | 1:26:01 | |
You can't trust Fiddler. | 1:26:01 | 1:26:03 | |
Don't do this, Massa. | 1:26:03 | 1:26:05 | |
Don't do it. | 1:26:05 | 1:26:07 | |
I spent all my life working with you. | 1:26:07 | 1:26:08 | |
Turn him into money in your pocket. | 1:26:08 | 1:26:10 | |
And I made you...good money. | 1:26:10 | 1:26:14 | |
Send word to the broker. | 1:26:14 | 1:26:17 | |
Get a good price for me, huh? | 1:26:17 | 1:26:19 | |
-WILLIAM: -I'll buy him. | 1:26:23 | 1:26:26 | |
This is none of your business, brother. | 1:26:28 | 1:26:31 | |
The amount of money that you owe me, brother, | 1:26:31 | 1:26:33 | |
the entire estate is my business. | 1:26:33 | 1:26:35 | |
Anyone looks away takes a turn. | 1:26:39 | 1:26:42 | |
Toby, I'm gonna give you a chance to avoid this. | 1:26:46 | 1:26:50 | |
Maybe Mr Waller will let everyone enjoy this blessed day. | 1:26:50 | 1:26:54 | |
I want you healthy so you'll work hard. | 1:26:54 | 1:26:58 | |
All you have to do is tell me your name. | 1:27:00 | 1:27:02 | |
I'm Kunta Kinte. | 1:27:12 | 1:27:17 | |
-Son of a... -WHIP CRACKS, HE SCREAMS | 1:27:17 | 1:27:20 | |
Your name is Toby. Now tell me your name. | 1:27:20 | 1:27:24 | |
-I am Kunta Kinte. -That's not your name. | 1:27:31 | 1:27:35 | |
-HE SCREAMS -Toby's your name. Now, what is your name? | 1:27:35 | 1:27:38 | |
(Say it.) | 1:27:38 | 1:27:39 | |
WEAKLY: Kunta Kinte. | 1:27:42 | 1:27:43 | |
WHIP CRACKS | 1:27:43 | 1:27:45 | |
Toby's your name. | 1:27:48 | 1:27:51 | |
Now, I'll ask you again. Tell me your name. | 1:27:51 | 1:27:54 | |
-Say it! -HE SCREAMS | 1:27:55 | 1:27:58 | |
Say it! Say it! | 1:27:58 | 1:28:01 | |
-HE SCREAMS -Toby! | 1:28:01 | 1:28:04 | |
-(Say it.) -KUNTA GASPS FOR BREATH | 1:28:04 | 1:28:06 | |
Just say it. | 1:28:06 | 1:28:08 | |
-Kunta Kinte. -Toby! | 1:28:08 | 1:28:12 | |
It's Toby! Now say it! | 1:28:12 | 1:28:14 | |
-Toby! Damn you. -Please! Please! | 1:28:14 | 1:28:17 | |
-You black nigger bastard. -Please. | 1:28:17 | 1:28:20 | |
You will not move from here till you say your name, | 1:28:20 | 1:28:22 | |
not if night falls or a new day comes. | 1:28:22 | 1:28:25 | |
Now, you will say Toby. Say it. Say it! | 1:28:25 | 1:28:27 | |
-Say it! -KUNTA SCREAMS | 1:28:29 | 1:28:31 | |
-Say it! -WHIP CRACKS, KUNTA SCREAMS | 1:28:31 | 1:28:34 | |
Omoro, I heard my boy. | 1:28:35 | 1:28:39 | |
Please. I'm here. | 1:28:39 | 1:28:42 | |
No, Binta. I can't hear our boy. | 1:28:42 | 1:28:46 | |
-I've looked for him everywhere... -CONNELLY: -Just say it, boy. | 1:28:46 | 1:28:48 | |
..he isn't coming home. | 1:28:48 | 1:28:50 | |
-Say it! -WHIP CRACKS | 1:28:50 | 1:28:52 | |
Say it! | 1:28:52 | 1:28:54 | |
Say it! | 1:28:54 | 1:28:56 | |
Say it! | 1:28:56 | 1:28:57 | |
Say your name your owner's wife chose for you. | 1:28:59 | 1:29:03 | |
Say your name so you know this ain't Africa. | 1:29:03 | 1:29:07 | |
This is Virginia, and you're the property of John Waller, | 1:29:07 | 1:29:11 | |
like the horses and hogs, nothing more! | 1:29:11 | 1:29:14 | |
Now, say your name so you know what you are. | 1:29:14 | 1:29:17 | |
WEAKLY: Kunta Kinte. | 1:29:17 | 1:29:19 | |
-Say it. Say it. Say it! -WHIP CRACKS | 1:29:19 | 1:29:23 | |
Say it! | 1:29:23 | 1:29:25 | |
-HE SCREAMS -Say your name! | 1:29:25 | 1:29:28 | |
Say it! Say Toby! | 1:29:28 | 1:29:30 | |
Tell me your name! Say it, damn you! | 1:29:32 | 1:29:35 | |
HE SCREAMS, WHIP CRACKS | 1:29:35 | 1:29:37 | |
Toby! | 1:29:38 | 1:29:41 | |
Say Toby! Just say your name! | 1:29:41 | 1:29:43 | |
-He said it. -WHIP CRACKS | 1:29:43 | 1:29:45 | |
He said it. | 1:29:45 | 1:29:47 | |
Say it again, louder. | 1:29:47 | 1:29:49 | |
What's your name? | 1:29:49 | 1:29:51 | |
-HE SCREAMS -What's your name? | 1:29:51 | 1:29:53 | |
WEAKLY: Toby. | 1:29:57 | 1:29:58 | |
HE GROANS | 1:29:59 | 1:30:01 | |
He said it. | 1:30:04 | 1:30:05 | |
Massa Waller, he said it. | 1:30:05 | 1:30:07 | |
HE GROANS | 1:30:07 | 1:30:09 | |
Toby... | 1:30:12 | 1:30:14 | |
Get me that grease inside there! | 1:30:23 | 1:30:25 | |
Go home now. Everyone, go on, go. | 1:30:25 | 1:30:29 | |
Tomorrow's another work day. | 1:30:31 | 1:30:33 | |
If you came from another plantation, get back there. | 1:30:35 | 1:30:38 | |
Holiday's over. Go. | 1:30:38 | 1:30:40 | |
KUNTA GROANS | 1:30:40 | 1:30:43 | |
Where that grease? | 1:30:45 | 1:30:47 | |
Where are you? | 1:30:52 | 1:30:54 | |
I'm here, son. | 1:30:57 | 1:31:00 | |
I'm here. | 1:31:00 | 1:31:02 | |
Fa. Please. | 1:31:02 | 1:31:05 | |
Please don't leave me alone. | 1:31:07 | 1:31:10 | |
You ain't alone, son. | 1:31:10 | 1:31:12 | |
You got lots of people here who care about you. | 1:31:12 | 1:31:17 | |
It don't matter what the Massa call you. | 1:31:17 | 1:31:21 | |
You keep your true name inside. | 1:31:21 | 1:31:25 | |
I'm gonna keep it there, too. I promise. | 1:31:27 | 1:31:31 | |
This ain't your home. | 1:31:33 | 1:31:36 | |
But it's where you got to be. | 1:31:37 | 1:31:39 | |
I don't know what else to say to you. | 1:31:50 | 1:31:54 | |
All I know is... | 1:31:54 | 1:31:57 | |
rain that fall in Virginia | 1:31:57 | 1:32:01 | |
get burned off by the sun... | 1:32:01 | 1:32:05 | |
KUNTA GROANS | 1:32:05 | 1:32:07 | |
..rise up to the clouds, | 1:32:07 | 1:32:10 | |
and then them clouds, they drift away. | 1:32:10 | 1:32:14 | |
They may drift all the way across the ocean | 1:32:14 | 1:32:16 | |
till they get to that river you call Kamby Bolongo. | 1:32:16 | 1:32:19 | |
Maybe the same rain that fall here fall there | 1:32:22 | 1:32:26 | |
on your own people. | 1:32:26 | 1:32:31 | |
And I know they want you to live. | 1:32:31 | 1:32:33 | |
HE BREATHES SHALLOWLY | 1:32:33 | 1:32:36 | |
And they know your true name. | 1:32:38 | 1:32:42 | |
Kunta Kinte. | 1:32:42 | 1:32:45 | |
Son of Omoro Kinte. | 1:32:45 | 1:32:49 | |
You live, Kunta Kinte. | 1:32:50 | 1:32:54 | |
You live. | 1:32:56 | 1:32:59 |
