[choir singing] (Adira narrating)
This story, although set
in the past, is about the future where I know freedom is. In the smallest of things I see the flicker of hope. [soft background music] [fire crackling] [chains rattling] [gentle murmurs] [door creaking] [feet rustling] [horse snorting]
[hooves clicking] The keys, Samuel. [door creaking] [key and chains rattling] [hooves clicking] [knocking] [distant clicking of hooves] [horse snorting] [door knocking] Go. [rustling noises] [chains rattling] Go, boy. Go!
[feet rustling] (Adira narrating)
No one can shackle the hope
that is hidden in our hearts. If only you will believe it,
Samuel. [match striking] You're late. I got held up. Had to break up a fight
in one of the cabins. [crickets buzzing] [rustling sounds]
[door creaking] [crickets buzzing] Jackson! Robert!
Get the horses! [feet rustling]
[dogs barking and howling] Didn't hold Jerome
long enough off cabin 15. You go ahead.
Meet you at the bridge. I'll fetch them dogs away. [gentle pats]
[commotion in the background] [smacking sound] - God help us.
- God bless you, Big Hand. [dogs barking]
[shuffling sounds] - There he is!
- Come on! Get him! He's getting away!
[drums beating] [birds chirping] [feet rustling] [Adira coughing] (Vanessa)
Are you sure, Samuel? Yeah. Where's Big Hand? He'll be by soon, son.
Come on. (Adira narrating)
Even as we make our way
toward freedom would it ever be possible to
leave behind what we'd endured? [scratching and clanging sounds] [rattling sounds]
[water splashing] [metal clanging] Oh, nah-ah!
[ruckus] [woman crying] [distant tapping] [muffled thumps] [whipping sound] Let's go. Let's go. Lord have mercy! [chains rattling] [muffled gasping] [heavy breathing] [rustling]
[chains rattling] [whipping sound]
[gasping] [Big Hand screaming in pain] [Big Hand moaning] [plantation overseer
yelling in rage] (plantation slave)
Jesus. He's had enough! - He hasn't talked.
- He is nearly unconscious. [laboured breathing] Where are the others? The others have vanished,
Mr. Monroe. [weakly]
Praise God Almighty. [loud slapping,
Big Hand yelps] Where are they? If they get away
because of your stupidity. [fabric rustling] Now you leave him
strung up, yeah? Mm? (Monroe)
And get a hold of Plimpton. Plimpton? I want my property back
before nightfall.
[horse snorting] [Monroe clicks with his mouth] [horse hooves pattering] All of you! Back to work. Come on, now. [tapping and rattling sounds] [singing weakly]
♪ Swing low ♪ ♪ Sweet chariot ♪ ♪ And carry me home ♪ ♪ Swing low ♪ ♪ Sweet chariot ♪ [gasp] ♪ Please come
and carry me home ♪ ♪ If you get there ♪ ♪ Before I do ♪ ♪ Coming to carry me home ♪ ♪ Tell all my friends ♪ ♪ I'm coming too ♪ ♪ Coming to carry me home ♪ [footsteps] [birds chirping] Samuel? Samuel Woodward? [feet rustling] Yessir. Thomas Garrett. - Mr. Garrett.
- You must be Vanessa. Adira? Ma'am. And this is Jim. Hello, son. You've done well. Big Hand? I see. Come on. [water lapping] (Adira narrating)
We begun our long journey
north with Mr. Garrett on pathways known only
to the Underground Railroad. [Adira coughing] (Samuel)
Mr. Garrett! Come on. (Jim)
Grandma. I got you. (Adira)
I'm all right. Woah, woah! [horse snorting] [feet pattering] [door clicking open] You came.
He's been waiting for you. [fire crackling] (Jerome)
In here. Mm-hm. Woulda never happened
in his old man's day. I heard tell-- (Monroe interrupting)
My father was a fool, Plimpton. Took the concept
of Christian charity too far. Get out. Slave's expensive, Plimpton. And the Underground Railroad now they are targeting
slave owners in Virginia. I'm retired. [soft thump] And there's more when
they all get recaptured. All? What,
there's more than one? There's Samuel, his son,
the old woman, and Vanessa. They're gonna be easy to track. No slave has ever escaped
from my plantation.
[liquid sloshing] Why don't you send Jerome? (Monroe)
I want them back
before they insight the others. Garrett's part of it. Garrett? Him and his Quaker cohort they
are a menace to our industry. The entire economy
of Virginia is at risk. Monroe, I am no longer
in the slave hunting business. Now, now, you just -
you made a mistake, Plimpton. Made you weak. (Monroe)
Don't let your conscience
get in the way of business. How's 500 dollars? I'll give you another thousand
when you bring em all back. (Monroe)
And that's including Vanessa. Oh, you can't let her go,
can ya? [slurping sound] How bout the old woman? She's of no use to me.
She's too old and too sick. They're gonna be headed north. I'm sending one of my boys
with you. I don't need a babysitter. He will look after my interest. They will all be in church
on Sunday. [coin tinkling] (Monroe)
Get yourself a shave. [crickets chirping] You've done well. Most don't make it this far. We had help, Mr. Garrett. Jim. (Vanessa)
Thank you, Mr. Garrett. Our lives have been...
[fire crackling] Adira's been a slave
all her life. And my son has never seen
the sun rise without the threat
of a whipping. One day, we pray. Ain't be the white man's God
she pray to. Samuel... Freedom, Samuel.
God willing. (Garrett)
Freedom. [Samuel scoffs] Why you do this, Mr. Garrett? Sammy, you have to trust. Like your momma trusted Monroe? He gonna want you back, Nessa.
[Vanessa sighs] You're his blood. [Adira humming
Amazing Grace] (Adira)
♪ Twas grace that brought us ♪ ♪ Safe thus far ♪ [humming continues] Pa used to sing that song. He loved to sing. You refuse to sing. (Adira)
One day you will, son. Amazing Grace. That saved a wretch like me? I was Jim's age
when I first heard it. And the story of the man
who wrote it. An infamous slave trader. (Adira)
A wretch like you, Samuel. But he loved to sing.
[men laughing in the background] ♪ ...kings and queens
And oh the man in the moon ♪ ♪ A broken mirror doesn't mean
That someone will die soon ♪
[footsteps] ♪ A black cat isn't all bad luck
And redheads won't sink a boat ♪
[cups clicking] ♪ If you're drowning in the sea
Will God keep you afloat? ♪ Yeah! Get out!
[ruckus]
[men yelling and laughing] [soft background music] Congratulation, Captain Newton. Thank you, Mr. Barton. Oh, and, uh, bravo! I remember a song you wrote
about old captain Pennrose. Cruel, Newton, but very witty. But I cannot believe
you actually bought shares After Pennrose died,
I acquired his half and am now in partnership
with Amos Clowe. Amos Clowe? Clowe owns the slave factory
on the Plantain Islands and this will be our
first shipment to Charleston. I know you've had difficulties
with Amos, Newton. He promised me
an apprenticeship, Barton but he treated me
like an animal. Like one of his slaves. He actually chained
and starved me for 18 months. It's all in the past. It's all a means to a good end. [footsteps] And now, as we always planned you have the opportunity
to share in the profits Captain Newton. Now, I have to go to Charleston
to set up the slave market. I'll meet you there
on your arrival. Time is against us.
I need you to leave this week to pick up the first load
in Africa. But, Mary. Your fiancée
will want for nothing.
[soft thud] That's a lot of money, Newton. Now, the first mate, Davey,
will take care of the cargo. I'll be giving you
one of Amos' slaves he'll interpret for you. Name's Ozias. [soft background music] My business
is now your business. To ambition. [cups clicking] [thumps] Good luck, Newton. [Newton sighing] [church bell ringing]
It is blood money. Mary, I'm simply the captain
of Barton's ship. I don't own it, nor the cargo. To me, and I'm sure
to your fellow parishioners and most of this nation,
it is just business. You speak of business
and I speak of your soul. - Let's not argue, please.
- A soul that I love. Mary! Mr. Newton! We'll marry as soon as I return. I only pray that God allows it.
[choir singing] I'll be away
for six to eight months. You know the perils of the sea.
If I don't return... - John--
- If I don't come back... ...I need to know
you'll be cared for. I don't want you to go. I fear this time
I shall never see you again. (Charlotte)
Mr. Newton! I shall pray every day
for your return. Have faith, Mary. I do.
[smacking sound] John, I do. [choir singing
in the background] ♪ It is well ♪ ♪ With my soul ♪ ♪ It is well ♪ ♪ It is well with my soul ♪ [music continues] ♪ Though Satan should buffet ♪ ♪ Though trials should come ♪ ♪ Let this blest assurance
control ♪ ♪ That Christ hath regarded ♪
[people murmuring]
[screams] ♪ My helpless estate ♪ ♪ And hath shed ♪ ♪ His own blood for my soul ♪
[chains rattling]
[people yelling] [sizzling]
[woman howling in pain] ♪ It is well ♪ ♪ with my soul ♪
[woman pleading] (slave trader)
Come on, keep it moving. ♪ It is well ♪
[murmuring and screaming] ♪ It is well with my soul ♪
[unintelligible chattering] (slave trader)
One seven, move along. 148. No... Welcome aboard, Captain Newton. - Is it Davey?
- Yes, sir. Your first mate. One moment, Mr. Davey. (Newton)
Ozias. (Bosun)
Captain Newton, the trunk's
already in your cabin. - Thank you, Bosun.
- Bless you, sir. Welcome on board the Pegasus. Get back to work, slave. (slave trader)
That one there.
Pick him up. [man panting] Come on. No...No...
[speaking Gambian dialect] (slave)
No, no, no... (Adira narrating)
He set sail that day
to a new world. A soul without a compass... like you Samuel... confused... confronted by his past. Desperately hoping to find his freedom
and his fortune on a slave ship. Have faith, Samuel. [birds chirping] [hooves pattering] Whoah.
Usual conditions, Plimpton. Always a pleasure. We got a family of slaves
this time, Clem. (Plimpton)
I sent word on ahead. Who's this? He's here as my watchdog. I said be ready at sunrise, boy. If you ride with me, you follow
my orders, you understand? We won't have a problem,
Mr. Plimpton. Who's this? He's my tracker, Clem. Do we bring them back
dead or alive? We bring em all back alive. That's a damn shame. Mm-hm. Come on, let's get going. Come on, come on.
[hooves pattering] [Adira coughing] I got you, momma. We're nearly there. Come on. [people singing
in the background] (Garrett)
Ha! There's the cavalry. (Garrett)
Right on time. [singing continues] (McGee)
Who comes here?
Mr. Garrett. It's been a long time, sir. - Mr. McGee.
- Very good to see you. Hey, Pete.
Made quite a stretch sir. [thuds] [soft thump] [chains rattling] There room for all of us, sir? Yes, sir.
There's room for all of you. Even Mr. Garrett.
[chuckling] Alright, come on. Ma'am.
[Adira coughing] You'll connect with Philips with a freight train
off of Philadelphia get the family to Woodbridge and I'll take you there
part of the way. (McGee)
All right, sir. (McGee)
Hey, ride up here. [gentle taps] It's fine. ♪ [band playing the banjo] ♪ ♪ I'm on my way
(I'm on my way) ♪ ♪ To Canaan's Land
(To Canaan's Land) ♪ ♪ I'm on my way
(I'm on my way) ♪ ♪ To Canaan's Land
(To Canaan's Land) ♪ ♪ I'm on my way
(I'm on my way) ♪ ♪ To Canaan's Land ♪ ♪ I'm on my way ♪ ♪ Praise the Lord,
I'm on my way ♪ ♪ It's a mighty hard road
(It's a mighty hard road) ♪ ♪ but I'm on my way
(I'm on my way) ♪ I'm like you, Samuel. I don't sing. I'm a Quaker. ♪ I'm on my way
(I'm on my way) ♪ ♪ To Canaan's Land ♪ ♪ I'm on my way ♪ ♪ Yes my Lord,
To Canaan's Land ♪ [horse snorting] - Yah!
- How far? It's a couple miles further on. Your fellow escapee, Big Hand he was caught. We also heard that Monroe
sent Plimpton after you. How many men he got with im? He's got two. That's it?
We got more that that. The Railroad doesn't go
out of its way to confront these people. Our fate is in God's hands and we'll protect you
with His guidance. (McGee)
Gentlemen, we got a problem. We got two roads blocked,
one just up ahead. Oh, he must want you back
real bad. And we're gonna be
exactly what we are. [chains rattling] Slaves. Woah... ho... ho... ♪ [suspense music] ♪ Pa, are they gonna catch us? Hush up now, boy. (McGee)
All right.
[clicks with his mouth] Hey. What have we got here? (guard)
Hold up. What's going on here? Looking for runaways. All we got's
these miserable slaves. Uh-huh... [horse snorting] This one ain't so miserable. [chuckling] That's not your property,
mister. [gun clicking] Leave em be.
These ain't runaways. If they were, I'd take
another trip for you. [guard sniffing] [chuckling] (guard)
All right. (guard)
All right, come on through. Much obliged. Found sets of tracks, boss. Garrett's with them alright. (Clem)
Hey, a wagon. How long
are you gonna take, Plimpton? Already a day behind. Monroe will get his slaves back
Sunday. Let's move. (Plimpton)
Yah!
Come on. [hooves pattering] We Quakers don't believe
in guns, Samuel but I am occasionally grateful
that Mr. McGee does. (McGee)
Should be the last time
you have to wear these. [chains rattling] [horse snorting] (McGee)
There you are, Jim. I will fear no evil. Hope can be found
in the darkest of places. No one is alone. (Adira narrating)
Believe me, Samuel. There's always hope. [drums beating rhytmically] (Adira narrating)
Learn from those
who have gone before you. (Ozias singing)
♪ I am a poor pilgrim
of sorrow ♪ ♪ I'm tossed
in this wide world alone ♪ ♪ No hope have I for tomorrow ♪ ♪ So I've started ♪ ♪ To make Heaven my home ♪ ♪ Sometimes ♪ ♪ I'm tossed and driven, Lord ♪
[door creaking] ♪ Sometimes I don't know ♪ ♪ Where to roam ♪ ♪ But I have heard of ♪ ♪ A city called Heaven ♪ ♪ And I've started ♪ ♪ Making my home ♪ [footsteps] ♪ Sometimes ♪ ♪ I'm tossed and driven, Lord ♪ ♪ Sometimes I don't know ♪
[slave moaning] ♪ Where to roam ♪
[slave coughing] ♪ But I have heard of ♪ ♪ A city called Heaven ♪ ♪ And I've started ♪ ♪ To make Heaven ♪ ♪ My home ♪
[creaking noises] [footsteps]
[seagulls squawking] I apologise,
I didn't mean to startle you. John Newton. You must think it's strange that
I'm in command of a slave ship owned by Amos Clowe. You still have your Bible
I see. God has given you
very little, Ozias. Mr. Amos taught me to speak
English with this book. But God's words have taught me
so much more. God's words? (Newton)
Surely just written
by mere mortal men. It wasn't God
who came in the night and gave me food
and saved my life. You were treated so very poorly
by Mr. Clowe. I was flogged on board
his Majesty's man-of-war Ozias, for desertion. And now I'm in command
of a slave ship. I'm the captain of a slave ship. I've learned to expect
nothing from God. I remember one night,
the slave factory. I cried out in the dark A huge roar split the heavens,
I fell to my knees. I saw the trees bow
in His honour I heard the Lord speak my name in the rustle
of the barb leaves. God spoke to me. Tell me this, then, Ozias. Why does your just
and merciful God condemn good people
like you and me to slavery? There are no good people,
John Newton. We are all dogs, hunted,
shackled, enslaved. That is why we need God. [piercing shriek] (sailor)
Captain! Captain! [panting,
loud thumps] What's going on? He was trying
to hang himself, captain. [slave speaking
in Gambian dialect] What is he saying? (Newton)
Ozias! He wants to die.
[slave sobbing] Tell him we're taking him to
a better place, a new life. [Ozias speaking
in Gambian dialect] [slave speaking
in Gambian dialect] He wants his freedom. Some of them are starving
themselves too, captain. This is valuable cargo,
Mr. Davey. I can't have slaves
killing themselves. [heavy footsteps] Doctor? This one is gravely ill. Her son... I don't know. What is it? The flux, captain.
There's nothing to be done. [soft murmurs and moaning] (Adira narrating)
Your great grandfather
was on that ship, Samuel. A boy struggling
to hold on to hope. His survival tied to the fate
of captain Newton. [hooves pattering] (McGee)
Woah. I'll leave you here, Garrett. (Garrett)
McGee, you take care. Look out for Plimpton. Samuel. Godspeed, y'all. [chains rattling,
pattering] (musician)
Y'all take good care, now. (McGee)
You'll make it. Canaan's Land. (Garrett)
Here it is. Woah, oh. You, unhitch the horses, Samuel. (Vanessa)
Who's inside? It's a Quaker house. See that lamp?
It's safe. (Garrett)
This is where
we'll hide you tonight. [rustling]
[Garrett sighing] - Here you go.
- Come on. [Adira coughing] (Garrett)
This way, Jim. [knocking] [door creaking] - Yes...
- Watchman... ...what is left of the night? Morning is coming,
but also the night. [chuckling] Come in, Mr. Garrett. - Thank you kindly.
- We've been expecting you. (Garrett)
Come on in. Here you go.
[fire crackling] This here is Samuel Woodward
and his family. William Giddens. Come in.
You must be hungry. Very. (Missouri slave)
There are too many of us. (Giddens)
These men are from Missouri. Harriet Tubman brought them
across yesterday. We cannot all hide here.
There's not enough space. (Missouri slave)
Harriet told us that four more
free black men were kidnapped yesterday. Now, stay calm. [fire crackling] There you are. Where're you from? Ah, the Monroe place.
[cutlery clicking] The biggest plantation
in the Norfolk area. We ran with Mr. Garrett's help. And God's. A chair don't build itself. [crickets buzzing] [band playing music
in the background] [whistling rhythmically] Your boys at the roadblock
were right. I'll go around this way. [loud gunshot] [panting] (Clem)
Boss? Willie?
[gun clicking] - You're next.
- Willie! Giddens! Giddens
is the first safe house! (Clem)
Think that Quaker is still
running a safe house? He's a bigger fool
than the Monroe boy here. Fool? You're running outta time! You told Monroe Sunday! I want no more killing!
You hear me? You clean yourself up.
We got a long ride ahead of us. [distant shouting]
[horses galloping] We've got visitors. Mr. Plimpton I believe. Samuel? Is there a gun, Mr. Giddens? There will be no shooting
in this house! - They're not taking us back!
- Nessa! Come on. Out the back. Hitch up
the horses to the back. Go. There's no time, Samuel.
You need to hide. - Quickly!
- There are too many of us. (Plimpton)
They'll be around here
somewhere. (Samuel)
Come on! (Garrett)
Jim, stay by me. Adira. (Missouri slave)
Let's go. Check this side
and go around the back. [persistent knocking] What can I do for you, mister? Where's Garrett, conductor
of the Underground Railroad? (Giddens)
You should board
the train too, sir. One day we'll all stand
at the terminal before God. I don't believe in God,
Mr. Giddens. I got nothing to say to Him. [fire crackling]
[footsteps] [cupboard creaking] [metal clanging] [floorboards creaking] [knocking] [gun clicking] - Clem!
- Yes, boss. I know where they are. You should never play poker,
Mr. Giddens. This isn't them. Where are they?
The others. (Giddens)
Others? The ones I came for. Garrett and
his passengers from Norfolk. - Where are they?
- I have nothing to say to you. Search the rest of the house
and the barn, and find Willie. [gun clicking] [thud]
[Willie grunts] Come on! You know, you may just hang
for this, Giddens. We mustn't be afraid
of death, Mr. Plimpton. Plimpton! Outside! Shi... [horses neighing]
Go! (Plimpton)
Samuel! Don't! (Willie)
Come on! Get em!
Get em! Come on! [heave footsteps]
[panting] - Shoot em!
- Alive, I said! What a great help you were. Go hitch their horses
to the wagon. And get those slaves
tied up, now! [Giddens chuckling] I'm afraid those gentlemen
have gone, Mr. Plimpton. Out the back door. You have lost them all.
Dear, dear... You have broken
a federal law, Mr. Giddens. The slaves have gone, boss. The fugitive slave act requires that you assist in the recapture
of escaping slaves that is the law, sir. I follow my conscience,
Mr. Plimpton whatever the consequences. We're just God fearing folk
here. That's all. God fearing folk
is my biggest problem. [train horn blowing] [train wheels rumbling] [horse snorting] (Garrett)
Philips is waiting for us
on the platform. Quick now,
while the train pulls in.
[rustling] (conductor)
...over there on that car. (Garrett)
Philips. Quickly.
They're waiting. We made it on time. You connect with the main line
at Woodbridge
that's where you get off. Then make your way
to Pikesville. You ain't coming with us? No. My job is to get you on
the train. And my job is done. You'll be looked after
every step of the way. Your first taste of freedom,
Samuel. - This your compass?
- You're made for it. Godspeed. (slave singing)
♪ Oh, if I got my ticket Lord ♪ ♪ Can I ride ♪ (conductor)
Get all of those over there too. ♪ Oh, if I got my ticket Lord ♪ ♪ Can I ride ♪ ♪ Oh, if I got my ticket Lord ♪ ♪ Can I ride ♪ Move it! ♪ Ride away to Heaven
On the morning train ♪ ♪ If I got my ticket
(Can I ride) ♪ ♪ Lord, if I got my ticket
(Can I ride) ♪ ♪ Lord, if I got my ticket
(Can I ride) ♪ ♪ Ride away to Heaven
In the morning ♪ ♪ I hear them talk
About the Gospel train ♪ ♪ I wanna get on it
Yeah, that's my aim ♪ ♪ Stand at the station
And patiently wait ♪ ♪ The train is coming
And it's never late ♪ ♪ So long coming
That it worried my mind ♪ (Plimpton)
Stop that train! ♪ I thought it was late
But it was just in time ♪ ♪ Lord, if I got my ticket
(Can I ride) ♪ ♪ Lord, if I got my ticket
(Can I ride) ♪ ♪ Lord, if I got my ticket
(Can I ride) ♪ ♪ Ride away to Heaven
In the morning, yeah ♪ (Ozias singing mournfully)
♪ Sometimes I feel ♪ ♪ Like a motherless child ♪ ♪ Sometimes I feel ♪ ♪ Like a motherless child ♪ ♪ Sometimes I feel ♪ ♪ Like a motherless child ♪ ♪ A long ways ♪ ♪ From home ♪ ♪ A long ways ♪ ♪ A long ways from home ♪ ♪ Sometimes I feel ♪ ♪ Like I'm almost gone ♪ ♪ Sometimes I feel ♪
[grunting] ♪ Like I can't go on ♪
[water splashing] ♪ Sometimes I feel ♪ ♪ Like I'm almost gone ♪ ♪ Way up to my heavenly land ♪ ♪ Way up to my heavenly land ♪ ♪ But I'm a true believer ♪ ♪ I'm a true believer ♪ ♪ A long ways ♪ ♪ From home ♪ ♪ A long ways ♪ ♪ A long ways ♪ ♪ From home ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ [Fassena wheezing] [coughing] The boy won't take any food. [coughing] [soft tapping] There.
[soft grunting] Come now, you're feeble.
You must eat. [laboured breathing]
[coughing] [in Gambian dialect] [singing in Gambian dialect] [soft instrumental music] [Ozias and Fassena singing] [distant thunder rumbling] [creaking sounds] [Newton exhaling and sniffing] [liquid sloshing] [paper rustling,
storm brewing in the background] (Mary narrating)
Freedom for all is the hope
of love and forgiveness. Stand and face this truth and
your heart will find its voice. [creaking noises] [chains rattling]
[loud heart beat] [drums beating rhythmically]
[coughing] [loud whipping sounds]
[man screaming in pain] (Mary singing)
♪ ...with my soul... ♪ [loud scream]
[sizzling sound] [Newton panting] [train wheels rumbling] [insects buzzing] Come on. Come on. Come on,
there's no time to lose. [pattering]
Come on, son. Let's go. Come on, Vanessa, I got you. [horse neighing] Looking for Mr. Davenport, sir. Thank you. [distant upbeat music] [people laughing]
[indistinct chatter] It's a theater, Samuel. What now? (actor)
This way. We've been expecting you. (actor)
Come on. I am compelled to request you,
as a gentleman to shun studiously the society
of Lady Gay Spanker.
[woman in audience laughing] Good gracious, wherefore
and by what right do you make such a demand? Why, I am a distant relative
of the Spankers.
[audience laughing] Damn, sir, if you don't appear
to be related to every family
in Great Britain.
[foot stomping] [muffled laughter,
door creaking] Oh! Mr. Woodward.
Good evening. We were expecting you
this morning. Mrs. Davenport,
we've been on foot and our grandmother,
Adira's been ill. Aw, I'm so sorry.
Please, come and make yourself
as comfortable as possible.
[Adira coughing] And Rose... - You need some rest.
- No, Rose, sustenance. Please, sit down.
Sit, sit.
[distant chatter] We didn't hear from Garrett
and we're worried. (Samuel)
We got away on a train. Is someone following you? Yessir-- ma'am,
by the name of Plimpton. Plimpton?
He's back? Oh, fiddlesticks! Oh, don't mind me, dears.
[fabric rustling] Uh, my husband,
Mr. Barney Fagan. Esquire. It's plan B now, darling.
Think graveyard scenario. Oh, yes, that's always
a crowd pleaser. You'll have to bunk down
with us here tonight. Yes, there are men
watching the hall and we can't be too careful. Barney, as you can see, thinks
that men are spying on us. No, they are spying on us dear.
I saw them in the alleyway.
[Fanny chuckling] But he's always been
a paranoid performer. My dear, we are slaves
to the critics. [Adira laughing in delight] Oh...
[Barney laughing] [slow footsteps] I promise you we will get you across the line
before tomorrow night Saturday at the latest. creeping its petty pace
from day to day to the last syllable
of recorded time. And all our yesterdays
have lighted fools the way to dusty death. [audience applauding] (Fanny)
We'll do the best we can. Yes, and we have a cast
of supernumeraries just for the occasion. [audience applauding excitedly] [audience whistling]
[and cheering] (Barney)
...and then I said,
ask the Bengal tiger! He's the one that ate him! [laughter] Barney! Barney! We have got
to rehearse for tomorrow. [Drew playing the piano] - What do you think about this?
- Yes, Drew. Brilliant, darling! Gather around, everyone.
We must learn this little ditty! ♪ Pass me not, O gentle Savior ♪ ♪ Hear my humble cry ♪ Are you sure this is my key? Absolutely! ♪ While on others
Thou art calling ♪ (Barney)
Come on, Samuel!
Sing! ♪ Do not pass me by ♪ Savior! ♪ Savior, Savior ♪ ♪ Hear my humble cry ♪ While on others
Thou art calling... ♪ While on others
Thou art calling ♪ Do not pass me by! ♪ Do not pass me by ♪ Solo, darling! ♪ Trusting only in Thy merit ♪ ♪ Would I seek Thy face ♪ ♪ Heal my wounded,
broken spirit ♪ ♪ Save me by Thy grace ♪ (Drew)
Bravo! ♪ Savior, Savior ♪ ♪ Hear my humble cry ♪ I think we might have it! ♪ While on others
Thou art calling ♪ ♪ Do not pass me by ♪ (Barney)
One more time! ♪ Do not pass me by ♪ (Barney)
Well done, Vanessa. (Fanny)
Well played, Drew. [crickets chirping] Beautiful performance
tonight, my dear. Oh, really? I wasn't sure about the key. Drew never seems
to get it right.
[Barney chuckling] I thought I was a little flat. No, no, no, no, no. Drew was a little sharp. [soft smacking sound] We must pray for strength and
steel ourselves for tomorrow. Our charges are terrified,
and rightly so. Vigilance, my darling girl. For our sakes,
as well as theirs. Yes, there we go.
[soft rustling] Nice fit. Now, sit.
Yes, sit, sit. Ah, no, no, look straight ahead and here we go. Oh, yes! Marvelous! This ain't never gonna work,
Mr. Barney. He's right, Mr. Barney. Fanny, are you absolutely sure? (Fanny)
Absolutely! Now, Jim this is it. Don't you worry.
[mournful drums and singing
in the background] Everything will be just perfect. ♪ Hear my humble cry ♪ ♪ While on others
Thou art calling ♪ ♪ Do not pass me by ♪ ♪ Pass me not, O gentle Savior ♪ Barney Fagan, right? Esquire. Plimpton's the name. I'm looking for some
escaped slaves. Slaves? God forbid, I don't believe I've
even seen a slave. Have I, dear? You ever seen this man?
Thomas Garrett. Mmm, no. But, uh... what a marvelous face.
Uh, allow me, uh... With modest regards,
Barney Fagan, Esq.
[paper rustling] Now, y'all know you can go to jail for aiding
and abetting a runaway, right? Well, you have my permission
to search our well, what some would refer to--
our theater. Ah... How good an actor are you? Oh, exemplary, sir. So there's no way I would know
if you were lying. [Fanny sobbing and crying
in exaggeration] You must excuse me, sir. One of our troupe has played
his last performance. It is a cruel, cruel world. ♪ Savior, Savior ♪ ♪ Hear my humble cry ♪ ♪ While on others
Thou art calling ♪ ♪ Do not pass me by ♪ [troupe cheering] (Vanessa)
We did it, Sammy! You did good, son. Samuel, the perambulator
is yours. Wagon. He means
you can keep the wagon. Yes, one of the best
ensemble pieces ever.
[Adira coughing] - We're free.
- Nearly, my dear. Reverend Frederick Douglass
will meet you at his church in Elmira. Here are your instructions. Thank you, Mrs. Davenport. Here, Vanessa.
I wore it as Portia. - It's yours.
- Keep it hidden, my dear. Now, you'd better hurry.
There's quite a tempest brewing
[thunder rumbling] and we have to bury our dead. Thank you, sir. Reverend Douglass
will see you through. Get up! Go on. (Barney)
Bye. Travel safely. [thunder rumbling loudly] [dramatic music]
[men shouting] Captain! Trimmers on the
port side have been ripped off! Release the slaves, Davey,
else they all drown. If this will not do it,
Lord have mercy on us. [men shouting indistinctly] (Newton narrating)
Freedom for all is the hope
of love and forgiveness. Stand and face this truth, and
your heart will find its voice. [shouting intensifies] Don't infflict Your wrath
on these men when I'm the one
who doubted you.
[thunder rumbling loudly] [ruckus
[panting] (sailor in the background)
Pull, pull, pull, pull! Stay here, you understand?
Keep this safe. (Adira narrating)
Captain Newton
was reborn that night. Even as the storm raged
and shattered the world he once knew. [strong wind blowing]
[creaking and crashing] Look out!
[grunt] [water splashing] Ozias! Captain, let's get him
below deck! Okay. Get any clothing,
blankets, whatever you can find. Make sure all needs are filled. - Did you hear me, Bosun?
- Yes, captain. [thunder rumbling] [Ozias groaning] Did we make it through? Yes, we did, Ozias. God protected us. Yes. Yes, He did. [short wheezing breaths] I remember our time together day after day working
for that monster Clowe starved and shackled. I lost all hope. Not you. You live with strength
and determination. I owe you my life, Ozias. How can I repay you? I am a man. Am I not your brother? Yes. Yes, Ozias. [chains rattling] My brother. By the grace of God,
I pray I'll be worthy. [Adira coughing]
[birds cawing] I'm going home, Samuel. Finally, I'm gonna go home. No. We can all be saved. [Adira coughing] No, no, hang on, ma.
Drink. Drink. Drink. [grunting] I..., I want you to have these. The Bible belonged
to your great grandfather a gift from Mr. Newton himself. Read the Bible. How sweet the sound. [faintly]
You are not alone. [sobbing] [sniffling] [thunder rolling]
[rain pattering] (Vanessa)
You're free now, Adira. There's no God for us. Samuel, no. Shh...
[sniffling] [thunder rumbling loudly] [thunder rumbling loudly] [horse neighing]
They'll head for Buffalo [horse neighing]
They'll head for Buffalo cross into Canada there,
over the Niagara river. Free? Over my dead body, Clem. They'll be meeting up with
Douglass at his church in town. Why'd you quit? I heard you caught a free black
man and killed him by mistake. Whatever you say, Willie. I think all coloreds
should be slaves... ...or dead. (Willie)
Any man who thinks otherwise
is a damn fool. This is just a great big game
for you, innit boy? Coloreds just got
the better of you? [loud thump]
[grunting] [Willie coughing] That's it, old man! There's
the Plimpton from the stories. Not the slave sympathizer who's running his hunt
like he's the Railroad condu-- [thump] Willie!
[Willie coughing] Enough, Willie. (Willie)
You keep, old man. I'm riding to town.
Do what we came here for. [crickets chirping] (Vanessa)
Hey, Samuel, we're so close.
Have faith. Mr. Douglass will help us. Help us what?
Run some more? Probably gonna
run us down, Nessa. They gonna beat us, they gonna
put the collar to us again. Adira said have faith. [scoffs]
Faith... Look what good that did her. No. No, death saved her
from where we're going. Sammy, stop, please stop!
Not here! Not now. Why? Why God chose us
to be half human? To be strung up whenever
they want? Huh? To work all our lives
and to die? No. This church, this church,
this church means nothing! This church means nothing to us! It ain't done nothing for us! - We have Jim.
- I don't wanna hear that. You should hold on for Jim and hold on for me,
hold on to me! Hold on to God! ♪ Not a second ♪ ♪ Or another minute ♪ ♪ Not an hour ♪ ♪ Or another day ♪ ♪ But at this moment ♪ ♪ With my arms outstretched ♪ ♪ I need you ♪ ♪ To make a way ♪ ♪ As you have done ♪ ♪ So many times before ♪ ♪ Through a window
or an open door ♪ ♪ I stretch my hands to thee ♪ ♪ Oh, come rescue me ♪ ♪ I need you right away ♪ (Douglass)
Vanessa? Mr. Douglass. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm dead to him, sir. I'm dead. He needs you more than ever now. He needs all your strength. Ma, I saw pa,
he's outside, and he's-- I'll go to him.
Stay here. Plimpton won't like this,
Willie. It's been two weeks. Plimpton won't mind a bunch
of dogs get the better of him. Samuel. [dramatic music] This is it.
Let's get em. You're telling me you rode off
and you left the others there. - We got Samuel.
- That's what you're telling me? They could be halfway
to the state line by now! (Plimpton)
What good is he without her? And what use is Douglass? Huh? Samuel, you're causing me a hell
of a headache, you know that? Well, unfortunatelly
I need all of yous. Something that Monroe's watchdog
here don't seem to understand. Yeah, but we got him.
[chuckling] Back up! Drop it! Drop it! - Drop it!
- Okay, alright! Look, you hold all the cards
here, Samuel. Look. - There you go.
- You too! Drop it! Now you untie him. You're gonna be running
your whole life, you know that? [grunting] You better shoot me now cause
we gonna hunt you down like
dogs. Samuel!
[gun clicking] (Douglass)
You will never be free. Come on. Come on! - Remember what I said, Samuel.
- Don't move! [door creaking] [footsteps] You must go quickly.
There's not much time. (Adira narrating)
You're nearly there, Samuel. With forgiveness
comes true freedom. I'll tell you, boy. Move! [chains rattling] [indistinct chatter]
[footsteps] (Newton)
Did you find him, Bosun? Yes, I just left Mr. Barton. He sends his regards
and congratulations. - Congratulations?
- On a successful maiden voyage. Only 24 dead. Yes, sir. And 16 with the flux God knows
how long they will live. Congratulations. [indistinct chatter]
[chains rattling] [footsteps on gravel] [man murmuring indistinctly] I want that one and that one. [horse hooves pattering] Excellent choice, Charisma. Thank you, father. [smacking sound] [crunching gravel] (Seaton)
137 and 38. (Charisma)
Thank you kindly, sir. (slave trader)
Thank you. [chains rattling] Safe. Get back, 149. You must go with them now. Take this. It's a gift. We sail on the tide, Mr. Davey. (slave trader)
Up on the block now
we have slave number 149. Male, age 11 years old,
no signs of flux. Let's sell him.
Let me hear 20 dollars. 20. (minister)
Do thee love her, comfort her honor and keep her
in sickness and in health so long as you both shall live? I do. You all know me. But I'm not the same man who
left Rochester ten months ago. That John Newton
was dramatically changed one night in a storm
on the Atlantic ocean. (Newton)
In utter despair I cried out
and was given another chance. Take away a toy from a child and give him another and he is satisfied. But if he be hungry,
no toy will do. Thus, as newborn babes true believers desire
the sincere milk of the word. And the desire of grace
in this way is grace. ♪ Amazing Grace ♪ ♪ How sweet the sound ♪ ♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪ ♪ I once was lost ♪ ♪ But now am found ♪ ♪ Was blind ♪ ♪ But now I see ♪ [gentle background music] [hooves pattering]
[carriage rattling] (Jim)
Look, pa!
I can see the crossing. [water lapping] Hey! Go on, Samuel.
Get Jim across, I'll wait here. Come on, boy. Let's go. We're free, son! We're free! Got you, boy. [Vanessa yells]
Hey, boy! Come on back now, boy. Nessa! (Willie)
Don't make me do
something stupid. Come on! Willie! Clem, are you with me?
We'll split Monroe's money. They're mine.
No more killing, I mean it. Monroe told me dead
or alive, old man. Clem, you're just gonna
stand there? You best get outta here, Clem. I ain't gonna ask again. [gun clicking] So you're just gonna shoot
Monroe's daughter, huh? I'm all yours, Mr. Plimpton! Shut your mouth, slave boy.
No deals! Tell him not to do it,
Mr. Plimpton. Shut your mouth, nigger!
[gunshots firing] (Samuel)
Nessa! - Samuel!
- Come over here. Come on. [Plimpton panting] Why, Mr Plimpton? I've had enough. (Plimpton)
No more killing. [Plimpton grunts] Monroe gave me this
to bring you in. Take it. Make a life for her
and your son. It's a little gift
from his grandfather. Huh? [heavy breathing] You're free now, Samuel. [soft pattering] (Adira narrating)
How sweet the sound... [soft background music] ♪ Amazing Grace ♪ ♪ How sweet the sound ♪ ♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪ ♪ I once was lost ♪
[voice breaking] ♪ But now am found ♪ ♪ Was blind
But now I... ♪ [choir singing
Amazing Grace]
