I should've just aired you out in Osawatomie last year!
You had your chance.
You ain't never gonna make it to Leavenworth!
This trail is crawling with Red Shirts.
Reverend Martin's Red Shirts... Oh, look here!
Here are the Federals!
You ain't gonna make it now!
Who goes there?
My name is Osawatomie John Brown.
Then you are under arrest
for violating the laws of Kansas Territory.
We don't abide by any bogus laws of Kansas Territory.
Well, then you will abide by this.
Owen? Isaiah 5:22.
"Though by dawn's early light,
the heathen souls were eaten by ravenous goats."
I am charged with liberating every Negro in this territory.
On whose authority?
The Lord of Lords!
The King of Kings! The Prince of Peace!
-荣耀 哈利路亚 -阿门
- Glory, Hallelujah! - Amen.
I'm not here to debate theological legalism, Mr. Brown.
Now if you tell your men to lay down their arms,
there will be no trouble.
Does your work entail the exchange of prisoners?
- It does. -Well, we have 11 prisoners here from Black Jack.
Now bringing them to, uh, Fort Leavenworth for your justice.
All I want is my boys. Nothing more.
I say 11 for two is a fair deal.
I'll turn myself over, without a fight or unkind word.
But if you don't,
then my brothers here will aim for your heart.
And yours alone.
And while we may lose the fight,
of your death we can be certain.
Names of the prisoners?
Jason and John Brown Jr.
We just came here to settle.
我们失去了一切 我们的农场 庄稼 牲畜
We lost everything. Our farm, crops, animals.
Burned by these men right here.
- Is this true? - We did burn these nigger-stealers' crops.
And I will again, if we get the chance.
You, sir, have an ugly disposition.
if I transport your prisoners to Leavenworth,
can I trust you to stay here?
What's your name, son?
Lieutenant Jeb Stuart.
-弗雷德里克 把你母亲的圣经拿来 -是
- Frederick, would you fetch Mama's Bible for the lieutenant? - Yes, sir.
Lieutenant, tell anyone who wants to listen
that I will be right here for the next three days,
waiting for my sons.
And if they're not here, unharmed,
I'll burn this territory to the ground.
And upon their return,
you will surrender yourself?
hereby swear to wait three days while you fetch my boys,
at which time, I will hand myself over to the Almighty, by the hand of God.
John Brown always said,
"见人说人话 见鬼说鬼话 以暴制暴
"Be mild with the mild, shrewd with the crafty, rough to the ruffian.
With a liar?
Be a thunderbolt."
What that meant was,
you can lie your ass off to anyone
who doesn't believe all people's equal.
He waited for that poor Jeb Stuart
and bushwhacked the Federals,
and got the Brown family back together.
Don't touch it.
It's a Good Lord bird.
L-Let's get the bird
and give it to your pa when we see him.
He'll know what to do.
He'll fix the whole thing up righteously.
That'll teach you to draw on me,
you stupid nigger-loving bastard.
We got us a Brown boy.
The biggest one.
You ain't got to shoot him cold-blooded like that!
What kind of a reverend is you, anyway?
You rode with that boy!
Listen, he was a free stater and a Brown.
I don't give a fiddler's fart if he was George Washington.
He did not draw on you, and now he's deader than a turnip.
Listen, Brown won't tarry when he finds his boy dead out here.
You want to wait for him?
You's a muggins.
I'm gonna end up dead with two inside me.
该死 快走 狗♥娘♥养♥的
Goddamn it, let's go. Son of a bitch.
Wake up. They gone now.
Frederick, wake up.
Wake up. Wake up!
I was learning quick.
Slavery was a poisonous snake.
Give my hellos to my pa.
Everybody knew that.
the kind that was being offered, with no home,
no food, and not a friend in the world?
That snake was just as poisonous.
One snake pointed north.
One snake pointed south.
And they both bit the nigger.
You were a friend to Frederick.
He was fond of you.
And for that, I'll always be grateful.
let's bury Frederick and let the Federals have the fight.
They'll be here soon, and I don't want to fight anymore.
None of us do.
We've done enough for the cause.
This is beautiful country.
Frederick has left us a wonderful omen.