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There's much work ahead.
But it's so far away.
- West. - Sun goes down.
- Help me! - Kunta: Your name is your spirit.
I got to bring you home.
- Kizzy: Kill me! - Tom: Kill you?
Now he's quiet again.
"Fiddler" ain't the right name for a little baby girl.
Look at her.
I have not seen them in almost 10 years.
Anything you need, Massa Waller?
I ain't never knew the doctor
She is coming out of your wages.
White folk finally got they freedom.
Doctor's brother.
What in God's name is going on?
Come on!
Ruck up, men! Ruck up!
violates the natural
Kizzy!
You are the daughter of Belle Kinte and Kunta Kinte.
But you mustn't tell Fa.
By using logic, and arguing that no man
it'll be your hide!
of keeping African slaves.
When have you ever asked me about my life?
♪ Ain't gon' see ya no more ♪
and meet up with Lord Dunmore's Ethiopian regiment.
But I've got to tell you about our people.
No, no, no. Belle doesn't mind. Do you, Belle?
I'm sorry. I have to go.
since I was a young man, and I can honestly say
Tell me your name. Tell me, damn you!
My Kintango would make us do far worse.
Soldier! Soldier!
Get back to work!
Kunta Kinte.
We got to gather us a nigger tax.
to wrap a rope around your neck and hoist you into a tree!
Mm.
Kizzy!
And Massa got us all.
I am Kunta Kinte.
Either way, this is for you.
and very beautiful
Hello.
Well...
Hey, hey!
- No. - Yes!
Out of my way!
My name is Belle.
Okay.
- Please! - I would have kept you safe.
You and me are friends.
although they live in fear of being abducted.
Let me have the baby.
with Noah, here.
Toby.
Many have made it to the North.
And this is my right.
just piles on the agony and makes you loon crazy.
- No more runnin' for you, boy. - No!
How 'bout now, Mama?
when the defeated the Egyptians
We have encountered heavy rebel resistance
Please, Massa, don't take
He got to eat now, Massa.
Oh, no great shakes.
All right, it's no holiday.
Guide me, Fa. Be with me, Allah.
about shipping me off to London for finishing school.
But they found a way to get up.
And I may never be.
Her mother knows for sure, and that's what she says.
- No, I'm very sorry, Belle. - No. No. No.
- You're spent, Toby. - No!
Tripped over his dog.
Shh.
Your governess is here to fetch you home.
No! You brought it on my family!
How will the toubabs be punished?
They killed him!
Prepare yourselves for glorious battle.
Kizzy, I'm here!
Yes.
I can take her to the cellar, sir.
I told you the truth.
You are more Belle's child than mine.