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Sir, how much longer I got...

Get down, get down.

Frederick, you stop this! You stop this!

Oh, will you now?

♪ With my head up. ♪

Now, would another £10,000 clarify the issue?

I'm here to gather information for Mr. Pinkerton in Washington.

They ain't even gonna let Abe Lincoln

or I don't know if the sky looks the way it's supposed to be,

Henning... own some land there.

and my boys get through with it.

- Don't know nothing about that, ma'am. - Yes, you do. You read the newspapers.

We'll catch up to him.

I report to one commander, boys.

kept getting shot at by old, no-good white boys...

eating on your mama's home cooking.

It's my fault... all of it.

Well, we'll just have to tie a bell to his paw

Hey, come see this.

in his fancy clothes like he's paying a social call.

Come on now. Let's get you up.

you had to be Chicken George,

Just get me by the docks at Elizabeth City.

♪ Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhh. ♪

I'll make sure he does, Daddy.

I want every penny you earned on this farm as a blacksmith.

It's the askin' him to help us makes the difference.

Can't I be free?

And don't go waving these papers talking about you free.

I got to know a time gonna come when I can buy me free.

Get this nigger off of me!

we took to the woods, then to the river.

Why would you do this to me?

- "A"? - Mm-hmm.

I'll be back 'fore they're cold.

Hi, Li'l Kizzy.

Sure, Chicken George.

George Jr., Louis, and Mary got sold off

And I'm gonna see you again, my mornin' dove.

He's a minister, an editor,

I just sit away from the trees,

- take back to England. - England?!

They shot them all... all the colored boys.

Your name is HUSBAND I want to hear ya say it, what’s your name?

We ought to be riding inside this cab.

across the ocean on the Kamby Bolongo.

I see that pistol in your waist.

I got a right to be buried by Kizzy.

Hey, hold up now.

So that's why I got to tell you this story...

A slave never can pay enough.

If Massa Murray want to play papa to me, I'm gonna let him.

He pay you a little?

Go ahead, ask Massa Murray to let her rest till the baby come,

500 pounds on the white.

George. Chicken George.

Toomey, what's all the fuss?

But I reckon I could kill you first.

Listen, my mama had a prayer

Always gonna be someone wants to take away your freedom.

They're the strongest, toughest boys in this whole world.

no longer enchanted, no longer deceived.

Who's really in command of this company, Frederick?

Tom would be a fine name for a boy.

everyone who intrigued with him?

You can't slow down?

♪ I fear, I fear, my mother, dear ♪

not knowing how my people suffered as slaves.

There's no one else.

Frederick, so many boys will die.

Besides, I need to earn money for my family, buy them free.

You niggers ain't going nowhere.

And I will name you Kizzy.

he copied from a Northern grenade.

Tell me now. What...

- By my hands. - Nonsense.