Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Say your name so you know this ain't Africa.
♪ For the sugar ♪
"Liberty to slaves."
Oooh. Just like the poster said.
My name is Henry.
You run, and I'm gonna catch you!
It won't hurt him.
I'm here.
Well, I suppose it's about time that I bred her...
Word gets round.
Hi, Uncle Toby!
And what do these African ghosts tell you?
- Belle! - Mama!
It's never gonna be over, Belle!
Old ways from Europe, must be.
What? Where's Kizzy?!
Yes, Massa.
Your name is your shield.
Juffure.
I'm very sorry, Belle.
Kizzy, you are the daughter of Kunta Kinte,
Not if you get away.
What you got here?
Kizzy, Miss Missy, y'all in here?
How 'bout "Friend to the slaves,"
♪ Farewell, farewell ♪
Hitch up my horse, would you, Spalding?
but vehemently reject the conclusion.
Kizzy, no! Please don't take my baby!
His brother John owed him a heap of money, so...
Quit staring and get back to work!
I'll be happy to teach you.
He's a Mandinka warrior.
I was always too afraid to have a family.
Stabbed two militiamen, the bloodthirsty bastard.
And the second that ship docked, you would be free.
Let her go! She's mine!
Yes, Massa.
Cut the cord.
Help!
I could have killed him.
All right.
Shakespeare dramas by heart, huh?
You'll be wanting a meal and a good night's rest.
Open up the gate, boy.
Keep those barrels moving!
Oh, get out of here, you wretch.
overseer beat them near to death.
Where in the hell do you think you're going?!
- Please! - Kunta: I can't protect her.
Kizzy, you feed him well, now.
say your name
Congratulations.
Okay, that's good. That's good.
But you... Ah!
What you gonna name her?
- No! - Missy!
Kizzy, I brought you a bonnet!
You can't frighten me.
Toby, you remember Massa says
And you gonna get your own self up.
Ready.
Oh!
For 10 years, not a day went by
So we cannot run!
...which means "Stay put."
Yes. Well done.
Beautiful baby girl... Melissa Kathryn.
a beautiful baby girl and a beautiful wife.
Kill me!
Let them hounds loose!
Now eat your food.
Time's runnin' short. What's your fancy?
- Goodness. - Mm-hmm.
I am Kunta Kinte! Kunta Kinte!
"Ow!"
I will protect our child.
- Kunta. - Fa.
We're not in the road.
Kizzy!
The boy knows you can read?
She out?
Please massa
I will name you Kizzy.
There you go.
Running makes him feel free, eh?
Kizzy, is everything all right?
who serves at the pleasure of the King,
But I'm helping Mama.
Abigail, why are you all screaming like savages?
Phew!
How 'bout you just hand over the tar baby?
Do you have any hair down there?
Good.