Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He had you.
But she warned us that the streets are foul
like some drunken bar brawler.
All right.
Now, I trained my Red out in the woods.
Barley, milk, corn, rice, and my secret...
bet more just to see me.
"Tom Lea is a gentleman."
Hey, boy!
and right now I'm gonna kill him.
Nothing ever gonna pull me away from you.
She ought to thank me.
What you got, boy? What you got?
Wakes up happy.
Hey, look. He gave me money.
Good enough to let you buy yourself?
Maybe I was scared you got too much of Massa's blood.
I ain't been bragging.
I think we need to give Massa's birds
She's smart, stubborn, like you.
with someone who loves running tail as much as you,
You're gonna help.
Or perhaps Chicken George is only a small-time fighter.
It's pretty.
You ever preach from the book of Exodus?
Bought my first nigger.
Your bid is clear and ready.
If you both remain alive,
Come on, let's go!
Good morning, Mr. Lea.
I ain't hardly trying, George.
Look at me, look at me.
Chicken! Oh, chicken!
They're gonna be my grandchildren, too.
That's it! That's it!
I don't understand the hell you saying to me.
just sitting buck naked in the creek.
I got to know a time gonna come when I can buy me free.
Oh, that's the Irish. I know them.
You get him, Mingo!
It looks fine.
All right.
Matilda!
Let me teach you how to read so you can be your own man.
Get up!
Attend my weapons, be my second.
They're gonna say my name, ain't they... Tom Lea.
more I get a chance to buy my freedom.
Just bring yourself home safe.
This is a creature you ain't never seen...
But he who opens his lips...
We can get back on the road, make some money.
I'd have to reckon it.
- No, Massa! - I yield! I yield!
Ashford and George Jr. Can start clearing out
Truth is, I know the white gamblers
I know how to handle Tom Lea, Mama.
Six pounds four,
Seems hotter today than yesterday.
George! Oh, child!
You've known me since I was a child.
I'm ruined,
I think you mama's sweet on that boy.
Piss.
I'm a better man than you.
and you will yearn for more!
How come I always end up at the back?
Mingo, big Red all right?
Burning up little babies, serving them to his gang to eat.
Bet them pages cut right out your bible.
You need to come home, Massa!
Mama, I let all the birds free, cage by cage!
Want to work with Mingo... and you!
It was so nice of Mama Kizzy
Get your bets in, gentlemen.
Give me that. Give me that.
Hyah! Hyah!
Chain yourself to the wagon, George.
A name is who you is.
Massa, I got a scheme.
You and me hack fighting next.
You don't need no fancy clothes.
It's in your soul.
Uh-huh.
Make George a free man today.
The way I like it.
Best move I ever made.
He ain't never gonna see you for what you truly is
What's this say, Kizzy?
I do not settle my battles with fisticuffs
I can still make you money.
Massa pays us a little when our birds win.
And I'll give it.
Come here.
Come on now, George!
Did Mingo tell you that?
but my baby's gonna have me all the time.
My daddy took whippings night and day
he gonna turn back wild just like that.
Different than everybody else.
All right, all right, all right, all right.
You see me giggling and swooning?
Oh!
It's time your family paid for all the trouble
Five militiamen came over here looking for slaves.
Got to hold your stare.
For your scheme.
Mama, this is Marcellus, free man I told you about.