Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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