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Ho! Ho!
When you come back, I'll have papers
What's good for birds is good for men.
running loose with hundreds of other niggers.
You bungle you farm till it's near in ruin,
Thank God you're back. I was so scared.
George.
I'm not going!
I did not get wealthy by betting small.
Yes, Mama.
Birds leave they marks on a man.
You think I've been ignorant about that man my whole life?
Look up, little one.
about how you gonna be leaving me.
We got to find a doctor somewhere.
You'll stand by me, George.
Don't worry, Fa. You trained me well.
Tricia!
Is that right?
Think you know. Don't know nothing.
It's over. It's done.
Today's the day, George.
I didn't know what happened to you.
Yes, Massa.
The match goes to Tom Lea!
Gonna be more money at that Charleston jamboree
Your boy has his own life now.
discharge your pistols in succession.
That's how we're all getting free.
Sir Eric is willing to wager another $10,000.
Man saving up money got to pinch every penny.
Ah. Tomorrow.
Go on!
Name him Tom.
Papa, he trying to take my boy.
Behold!
Can you believe that,
Ain't got no honor and ain't got no pride!
Wouldn't make no sense to say
Now you can get the cock out.
Come on now, George.
Mingo don't like children.
I love you too much.
I spent my life in a cabin like this.
You damn right you did.
All I know is how to make all this livable.
All across Carolina, they'll say,
What we got is a bond.
Mr. Jewett.
I ain't as bad as some.
You toss away money like you feeding it to the hens.
I can't go.
Hyah!
Goddamn.
I know what I see. Damn truth.
More famous I get,
but you don't know birds.
And I see you still they massa, I'd die every day.
Nigher.
So beautiful.
Come on up! Come on! Get him!
And Tom Lea of Caswell County, North Carolina.
Trying to get home before the Prophet reaches my farm.
It's all dollars and cents.
I ate scraps.
♪ One day, one day ♪
to give me a bigger piece of the pot when I win big.
Patrol scared him.
Kept looking ahead,
- Uh-huh. - Amen!
I'll always be my own man.
Since you seen that preacher's daughter?
And may God have mercy on your souls.
I'm George. Live on the Lea farm.
Mama?
Who's freely deciding to carry this tray
Do not resist. Do not waste his time.
Be waiting for you when you're done.
You can expect it.
Mrs. Shubal, breakfast looks delightful, does it not?
Only see you driving out or coming back here.
Come down on him!
But I'd be so far from George.
Come with me.
- George! George! George! - Tilda!
Look, George,
What you know about that?
Mingo a slave at the end of it all.
I say Old Hickory's gonna be a damn good president.
Your hat, sir?
Birds know who they can trust, know who love them.
Why can't you understand?
Like I say, them birds a soft kind of work.
Come on!
You don't do nothing till I say so.
Hyah!
and ain't none of them named Tom yet.
Tell me you want to go.
mine and Mama Kizzy's... can't be true.
Morning.
That's Massa Lea.
Well, you a damn fool if you ain't got him tied up good.
Gentlemen, face your birds!
Look how high I got him to fly.
Tom would be a fine name for a boy.
Step out.
Matilda, it's me!
And it was fun watching Massa Tom
Come on! Get him, boy!
in front of my wife and these good people.
Thank you, Massa.
Ah, yeah!
I see you!
Look at me, Byrd!
Yes.