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Mama, you can't...

Pardon me if I don't wish him luck.

When I was a boy, I'd spend a day like this

to get me papers... to be free.

Gentlemen, face your birds!

You don't listen.

You a fine man, George.

Birds know a man by his touch, by the sweat.

Hurry up, George!

Massa, what you doing?

to have you born into a world like this.

Go and add $200 to my bet.

and I know all you care about is fighting chickens.

keepeth his life.

about that no-count cracker and his birds.

Day might come when you're able to buy yourself free.

Good morning, Mr. Jewett.

but I've been wrong before.

This ain't no dream, George. Wide awake as I ever been.

Might be a skinny purse.

Don't you have love in your heart

Keep them babies sliding out, increase my stock.

"The first cut of...

On Easter Sunday,

Sir Eric's carriage is leaving.

They gamed us, George, like fish at the end of a line.

Oh, Chicken George.

Not that that matters.

And fed them and helped Mingo fix them.

with his secret feed in it.

Thank you, Mr. Jewett.

for cotton Mississippi.

Always happy to take your money, Jewett.

Mingo's hurt real bad, Massa.

I figured out special exercises.

And I'm gonna see you again, my morning dove.

Now, come on. I got you.

But don't you ever get no shame, George.

Get right at him.

Mingo, what the hell you doing, boy?

You strong. You fine, you hear me?

I depend on you.

calling himself the Prophet.

messing with my birds in the range walk.

He a fine preacher.

"... favorable on a cool day."

We heard them coming in the night.

And beware that man who talk about money and worship money.

But I do what I can to make the fit work.

Bring that cock to the pen, Mingo.

I don't know why we even brought you along, no way.

Everybody need chicken!

I don't even know where he was born.

Now, you are all men of refinement and discretion,

Glad to see you're feeling better, Massa.

For a while, I didn't know how to feel nothing.

Now you ain't making no sense.

On my command, you will each

Step back, boy!

Came with me to fight birds.

Now it's obvious he gets that from you,

make them stronger so they fly higher,

Pretty penny out of pocket, too.

You just a flim-flam fool

Look, Massa, some folks saying it's a custom

Mama there for Miss Patricia. She be fine.

I wouldn't want to get on her bad side if I were you.

Place your birds.

if you ever touch just one, I'll kill you.

No matter how much laughing they do,

Ain't no bird gonna get above him.

And the time they start having babies,

Rise up high. You the gamecock now.

they'll take 10 steps at a tilt

If he's got as many hands as you say,

Come on, George!

And can't do that no more.

You bucket of piss!

Way you carry yourself,

I never thought I'd be able to have another child.

I'll be at the church in the trees when you want me,

You win this for me, and I'll set you free.

Train his birds and his handlers.

These boys might need a push to risk their money.

- You ever seen anything so beautiful? - Unh-unh.

That's it! Come on!

Son of a bitch.

The way Kunta Kinte would do it.

Here you are, sir.