Harriet

No!

No, no, no.

Mommy, no!

No!

Daddy!

Minty.

- John. - Hmm.

Least you remember my name.

I'm always scared you'll wake up from one of them spells and forget it.

Johnny. Johnny.

- Mm-hmm. - John...

Guess what I got, Minty-mine.

- Is it... - Is it...

Is it...

- Give it. - Oh, you want it?

- I want it. - Come and get it. Come and get it.

We got it. We got it.

- We got it. - Daddy, Daddy.

We got it. We got the letter.

Johnny, read it to me.

I don't need to. Got it remembered.

"I, Joshua Abrams,

having reviewed the original last will and testament of Atthow Pattison

of Dorchester County, Maryland..."

- Amen. - Amen.

I want y'all to hold on to some words from Colossians 3:22.

"Slaves, honor your earthly masters in everything.

And do it not only when their eyes are on you

and to curry their favor,

but do it with sincerity of heart

and reverence for the Lord."

Amen?

- Amen. - Amen.

Thank you, Reverend Green, for those wise words.

You folks enjoy your Sunday.

Cook has gravy for your corn pone tonight.

- Reverend. - Bless you.

You go on now.

Stay strong.

- So long. - Hey.

- I'm coming with you. - Robert, no.

- You too hot-headed. - I'm coming.

They beat you again, they gonna kill you.

- Now you go with Mary. - Mama...

- Go, get. Go on now. - Mary, go on.

Go on now.

Master Brodess, could I get a word?

Master Brodess, uh, I think you know Minty's husband John.

He work with me over at Thompson Mill.

Of course I know him. I let him marry her.

What's your point?

Me and Minty...

uh, we thinking about having a family.

And...

we want our babies born free.

So we hired a lawyer

that made it clear that...

You hired a lawyer.

Ben, what the hell is this nigger talking about?

Uh, well, sir, well,

what we're talking about is the last wishes

of your great-granddaddy Atthow Pattison.

He gave my wife Rit to your mama as a child,

but she's supposed to be freed at 45.

She 57 now.

Well, you got this will?

Got a letter from the lawyer, sir.

- He say it clear. - Hmm.

My mama was 46 when you sold my sisters.

Lawyer say that illegal.

We all supposed to be free when she turn 45.

My sisters is lost to us, but John and me, we...

we want our babies born free like they supposed to be.

Now, you listen here, girl.

Your daddy may be free and your husband, too,

but you and your mama

and your brothers and sister...

they belong to me... for life.

And your babies will belong to me

and their babies will belong to me.

Do you understand me?

You're the devil!

You're the devil, Edward Brodess!

You sold my daughters south where nobody know their name!

Come on, now. Come on.

- John. - My babies.

You and Ben ain't welcome here no more.

You stay away from my slaves.

Now get the hell off my damn porch.

Come on, now.

Come on.

Weren't for you, I would have sold that girl a long time ago.

My master an evil man, Lord!

You know he evil.

If you can't change his soul, take him!

Take him, Lord!

Strike my master down!

Lord don't listen to niggers, Minty.

Now, I've been telling you that since we were kids.

Since the time I had typhoid as a boy and Mama had you sittin' me.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes

was your little black face praying.

Scared the fever right out of me.

Now, I got used to your face.

But that praying...

always made my skin crawl.

What the hell were you thinking, hiring a lawyer?

You think Daddy would just let you all go free...

damn near half his property... just like that?

He warned me.

"Boy, having a favorite slave is like having a favorite pig.

You can feed it,

you can play with it, give it a name..."

"One day...

you might have to eat it or sell it.

You know it and the pig knows it.

And if you have to sell it, there's no more guilt

than separating piglets.

And if you have to eat it, you'll forget its name."

I hope one day I forget yours.

Come on home.

Come on, I said.

Edward!

Oh, God, Edward!

Here lies our beloved brother, husband, father.

We put him to rest this day in remembrance...

Bless us in the name of the Heavenly Father.

Oh, John, John, John.

John, Johnny.

Johnny, I got to go, I got to go right now.

I know. We going. I'm coming with you.

- Okay? - John. John, you're free.

- Uh-uh. Uh-uh. - They catch you, they take your freedom.

I can't live with that.

You won't make it alone, Minty.

Who gonna protect you, you fall in one of them spells?

Who gonna be there when you wake up?

Now, you need me.

Wait for me by the gate.

I'm gonna say goodbye to my mama.

Okay, okay.

What you doing here, John?

You got no business here.

Just coming to see my wife is all, sir.

Sure is hard not being able to see her.

Now, you better get used to missing her.

Get on back to Thompson's.

Yes, sir.

Giddy! Giddy!

What is it?

Minty. She gone.

Stop right there, nigger.

Where is she?

- Where is she? - I told you, sir.