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Three clubs.
God!
Oh, any man with eyes can see that.
I shouldn't be surprised you act the way you do.
Massa Tom, why you start fighting chickens?
I can't even tell you 'part.
I'll geld you, you bastard.
Why are you here?
Come on, you son of a bitch!
when Mingo and me go out and fight.
You ain't fired a gun in a while, Massa.
Man: Go, Red!
I was a fine gentleman.
Being free takes a watchful eye,
Massa, you stay down, you gonna die.
Over George?!
What you saying?
Come on now, Mingo!
I'm gonna name you after my daddy...
One, two, three.
Save your pretty talk.
She a good woman, Mama.
out to the spot where I stood and named you.
You need to learn!
River of blood is what's speeding him on his way!
Go help Mingo with the birds.
I'm worth 10 like you.
Did you set me up, Mr. Lea?
Son of a bitch!
Come on! Come on, now!
Way of saying goodbye?
Fight them cocks.
Piss on the damn bird, boy.
♪ He said he was long gone ♪
He ain't just killing. He's a cannibal.
What do I always say?
He had you.
which makes his daddy a lucky man.
The way it should be.
This ain't no bird at all.
Mine, yours.
Money ain't nothing but a butterfly to you...
God damn me.
I want to buy Kizzy.
All this spinning is making me dizzy.
You expect me to sell you
Feel good about the birds?
Mama, why don't we get our guests something to eat?
Then I'm gonna make you so damn dirty rich,
He'll protect cotton investors clearing out woods
Bit of gossip, weather, fashion.
Only 'cause I had the best damn teacher Carolina.
Thank you. Thank you.
Ma'am, there are two things I'll never understand.
My daddy is a kind man.
Now get!
Anyone can see that Jackson is too boorish to be president.
Pick that nigger over me?!
Take me home, George.
What would we do?
You want to keep fighting gamecocks with Mingo and me,
Mr. Lea, while I understand your confidence
Maybe even Mingo.
It look real fine.
Can't trust nobody.
His line has fought for kings.
Thinks he's prince of Caswell County.
You do this next shot right, now.
Come on!
but I can see what the Lord says.
I was 11 years old when I hit the road,
I don't know where Kizzy and Tilda are.
I'd have bled my soul out on that field.
You think I'm just gonna let you go?
Well, even an Irishman understands fair play.
I've been saving up. Got me a scheme.
Man: All right, Reverend. All right.
No hard feelings, right?
I demand you tell me why.
I'm gonna buy Matilda, then all my babies free.
Babies in their beds, using axes, swords, clubs.
Whoa!
- Tom! - Tom!
- Good job, there, Mingo? - Attaboy, Mingo!
Massa, he a big help with all my chores.
every penny.
He'll have no ouble with an Irishman and a nigger.
Ho!
Not by chance, not any of this.
I fight for myself.
Insult to be in the same pit with you and me.
Yes, sir.
Live.
All right.
Matilda?! My children and my mama?!
I know who I am, and you should, too.
Big ones, Mama!
Well I ain't afraid of your daddy
no matter what you think.
Go on.
spend some time talking with my daddy.
Don't know the Lord gave chickens
Nigger.
How dare he fight us.
Can't ever talk to me like that, George.
He love me, and he love you, too.
Man: Gentleman.
You earned it.
my strings pulled by a clever manipulator.