Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You could see more people, not get tired.
Fiddler, it hurts! Fiddler!
And God sends signs. That's a truth.
Kizzy!
Sound about right to you?
For all those who prosper from slavery,
Yes massa
was just asking Kizzy to bring us some refreshments.
- Yes, Fa. - Go. Go.
Let's go!
It's sad, really.
Alongside his other slaves.
Said I wonder what my mama would've named me...
No militia's gonna be out in the storm.
He just needs rest.
And now, in addition to all the storm damage I have suffered,
Now, you gonna behave, or do I have to get a whip?
- Can you swim?! - Y-Yeah.
- Kizzy! - No!
Like an apple.
Every day after workin' hard,
Why, it's just dumb luck, sir.
No! Kizzy!
Yes, Massa.
Thank you, Fiddler.
What kind of warrior waits to die?!
Nothing more.
Where did our baby go?!
- Come on in, Kizzy. - Come on.
I just hope the boy makes it.
- Off with her. - And upon your poor family.
Show me How
Do what I say, child!
after everything that I've done for you!
You think I'm gonna stand by and let that happen,
Real special touch, Massa.
Seen women worked to death,
Kizzy, look what I brought you.
♪ Runnin' my right side ♪
slaves have been whipped and put in jail,
I ain't got nothing else to do with you no more.
Eh?
more than 2,000 years before the birth of Christ.
Yes, it appears that somebody's
Kizzy! Come!
I can't find Kizzy!
Just false pangs. They'll pass.
♪ Oh, how come me here? ♪
Fiddler.
This is Dr. Waller's property.
they done started to rub off on me.
Always remember who you are.
Stay still, now!
who convinces his Massa to free him.
Doctor, you'd better come quick.
Make a record of it, Spalding.
I read my Bible.
Head east into the Great Dismal Swamp
Wait! Don't go far.
Get up! Now!
that Mrs. Malloy's baby could come at any time.
- You brought it on my family! - Oh, take her away.
They're my people visiting me.
Of course, sir. No time at all.
for all the trouble they have caused me, Kunta.
If you feel him slowing down, just give him a little kick now.
who imparts our purpose.
No, no, no, no.
Swallow this. No fuss.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
for the next subscription race, hmm?
Yes, Massa.
Miss Malizy?
Always remember who you are. May Allah bless you.
And I don't know why Massa threw it out.
♪ When I rise ♪
Yeah. Some of the roofing hit me.
You ain't dead yet.
You are Kunta Kinte, son of Omoro and Binta Kinte.
Be careful.
and smart, and...
Three stops today, Belle, so late home.
Please! Please, listen to me, Massa, please!
Okay.
Kunta Kinte,
do you, Auntie Belle? Please?
- Touch him. - Mm.
Did you really think a nigger could accuse me,