40 Acres

- See anyone? - I don't think so.

Shh.

Greetings!

It's a nice little farm you got on this piece of land!

Couldn't help but notice

how good some of your crops are doing!

Best corn I've seen in years!

Hope you don't mind us cutting through!

We were on our way east!

We're looking for a place to rest!

So, I was thinking...

Get back! Go! Go!

Raine, any more?

Last one bee-lining the way they came in.

He get away, he bring more back.

I got him.

What you got there, Manny?

Nothing.

Just a female intruder.

I got a headshot.

What'd I tell you about wasting bullets?

You think bullets grow on trees?

Use your blade the next time.

How'd they get past the perimeter?

Probably a short in the fence again.

She looks like a dead Raine.

- Ugh. Why would you say that? - All right. All right.

What? She does.

Danis, with your mother in the corn.

Cookie, pick up shell casings. Raine, with me.

Manny, you got the rest.

Let's have a full inventory by lunch.

Yes, sir!

Oh, fuck! She's alive!

What'd I tell you about the cussing?

- I meant, "Oh..." - I don't give a damn about what you meant.

I don't want that kind of language around those two.

Missed the heart again.

You always miss the heart.

Hey. All right. All right.

You got your assignments. Let's go.

Yes, ma'am.

Clean it up.

Manny!

Yes, ma'am.

No.

Not bad, but...

Okay.

Well, shit.

Excuse me.

- Your words to her mouth. - I didn't even say anything.

What you waiting on, soldier?

You better get it on the floor before I put you there.

- So, you think that's funny? - I mean...

I mean, don't you owe us a book report

on The Proletarian's Pocketbook?

Tell me something funny about where that is.

I've been reading something else.

Oh, and that is?

Parable of the Sower.

I did not assign that.

Thematically, it deals with so much that is historically-based.

Okay, Classism, genocide, oppression...

I need a report on what you supposed to be reading

by Monday,

and since you so eager on Octavia,

I want a report on Parable...

...by Wednesday.

- Yes, ma'am. - Mm-hmm.

Twelve.

- Thirteen, 14. - Oh.

Manny, what's up with the corn?

Why're the outer edges turning so quick?

The beetles and the cutworms are back.

I thought y'all rotated them.

He's trying a compound of red dogwood

that the elders used to talk to me about when I was young.

My morning and evening perimeter checks

take a long time.

So, maybe Raine and Danis could help?

If they help you,

then how we going to meet the Kush quota?

Who going to get the Jeep back up and running?

Ain't nobody pushing the seed through the soil, is there?

No, ma'am.

Mm-hmm. We beat the blight. We can beat this.

Takes hard work to survive.

You work now...

Rest when we're dead.

At least they're listening.

Mm. Well, listen to this.

I want all that rot out of the ground

so we can burn it for Danis's Earthstrong.

And since Sarge is going on a salvage run,

you can head to the depot for a drop-off to Augusta

at the end of the week.

What? Again? When do I get to go?

When you can follow directions as well as he does.

Hey. Watch your six.

You see anybody, double back. Do not engage.

These folks'll kill you for the boots on your feet.

Yes, ma'am.

Here we go! Hey, yo! Let's go! Let's go!

Hey yo! Here we go!

They wanted to stay the night.

Then they said their boy was sick.

Now, they just won't leave.

Some of our tools are missing, too.

We can't trust them.

Yo. Heading out for a perimeter check.

Have fun!

Fight. Come on.

Dance or fight. One or the other.

Yes. Come on. That's good, Danis. Get into it.

Back in the barn again, eh?

Sarge.

Anybody out there willing to trade?

Mm-hmm.

Nice.

Reload.

Nothing we've planted has taken root.

If we don't start growing viable crops,

we're all gonna starve.

This mold,

it's suffocating everything.

There's blood everywhere,

but no bodies.

Fucking craziest thing I've seen in months.

They took everything.

How are we gonna survive another winter?

Have you heard from the Flemmings lately?

No.

Haven't heard from them in over a week.

That's strange.

Jim never misses a check-in.

I'm starting to get worried about them.

Me, too.

He was supposed to come by and fix our solar array.

Augusta 24 to Freeman 1.

You copy? Over.

Afternoon, Augusta. Over.

You forget about me?

You know, everybody don't get to sit on their porch

sipping lemonade while the help do all the harvesting.

Some of us actually do our own land with our own hands.

Says the gal sipping my homebrew,

creeping other people's gossip.

Bitch, you don't know me.

At least you got land producing

and kin to work it.

All these damn children over here,

and not a one in the garden.

Ain't nobody tell you to take in all them strays.

Thank God, my niece came through

to help out for a bit.

I figure you've heard about the attacks by now?

Thought your Union army was gonna come

and take care of that shit.

Yeah. Well, with the Flemmings missing,

that makes three farms gone dark.

Starting to feel serious. Farmers could use your help.

Union government sent some soldiers...

Government ain't done nothing but kill, steal,

and lock up Black folks since before they even fell apart,

so I'm sorry.

I ain't stepping in to help any of them motherfuckers.

But I ain't asking you to help the Union.

Fuck 'em. It's farmers.

Even if you came out here,

trained them for, ah, a couple days,

it'd make all the difference.

Sorry. I can't risk the exposure.

They sent you doctors.

I'm sure your Union army gonna show up soon enough.

In other words, you still got

plenty of my moonshine,

so you ain't leaving your little bunker.

Look, bitch. You don't know me.

Don't make me pull back my re-up.

Easy, now. You keep the bud growing,

and I'll keep the shine flowing.

Deal.

You know I had to try, Hailey.

Anyway, stay vigilant.

Look.

It's been nearly a week since we've had any food.

We'll do anything.

Chris is a strong boy. He can help around...

Clare, we gave you what we could.

But... I know you've been lonely, so...

Look. I'm just saying,

maybe we can work something out.

Augusta 24 to Freeman 1.

Augusta 24 to Freeman 1.

Do you copy? Over.

Afternoon, Augusta.

You heard about the Flemmings by now, right?

Yeah.

Jim's a good man. I hope they be alright, though.

They're not. They're dead.