Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This your day.
Tilda!
And don't nobody love ya like your mama.
Morning, Reverend.
That ain't no place for no little boy.
the barn in victory, you will cry tears
not regretting what got left behind.
Honey and milk are on thy tongue.
And yet you poke, poke, poke me like a damn hog.
George: We got 10 strong killers,
Oh, Fa.
Been doing this fore you was alive.
Charleston's a long ways away.
- We with Massa Tom... - Hey!
You ain't hardly here, Mingo.
Where y'all coming from?
Boy's gonna be my good luck charm, Kizzy.
Why is that man always showing off your boy?
Trust my birds, no one else.
Come on now, George.
You'd never think of rising up with no slaves
Hyah!
And never to you, sir.
Come on!
Have his God make slavery go away,
Come see the babies.
Can't you see I'm parched?
Kizzy! No! No, Kizzy!
And the match goes to Tom Lea!
Yes, Massa.
♪ One day, one day ♪
You good at exercising your mouth,
I hear thousands.
He ran, and they shot him.
Just like that!
I'm home now.
Scheme? Uh-huh.
I don't care how long you own them sons of bitches.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Let them niggers on the farm eat flesh.
All right.
George, no.
Then the militiamen showed up,
You see, wealth gathered by vanity will diminish.
Please!
- Get up! - Get him!
I'm always passing through places,
No slaves marching across the sea to be free.
Other masters wouldn't have it.
He a good ol' boy. Good ol' boy, no problem.
You lying dog tom lea
George.
Come with me, cousin.
Come on!
Hell, I'm gonna be king of Caswell County.
five young stags hungry for blood.
Gentlemen, do either of you yield?
Some time I look at you, and I see Tom Lea.
Come on, boy.
That's how they do it.
cholera, lime leg, and canker.
Get in, boys.
I heard he was a good man with the birds.
Mr. Lea, Miss Patricia.
no beat-down African with half a foot!
I'd like to buy the boy from you.
All right.
And I ain't told you enough.
if we keep giving lowborn men a vote.
Mingo's got too much work to do, boy.
'Cause if you did, George, I'd blow your goddamn head off.
Ah, we're winning, George.
Son of a bitch.
Tom Lea!
You think I don't know I'm his son?
Get back here!
My daddy likely to beat you
Maybe that's all folks who belive in God trying to do.
from the mouth of a fool like me?
And so far away from my mama and daddy,
High card will decide who fires first.
Only knew one other somebody live his life
What you need me to come for?
For what? Act like a gentleman.
I brought you up right.
I had the courage to take it, and I had the man to win it.
George.
This your boy?
I had more skill to see it.
Come on. Get in it.
She gonna run off to the woods she came from,
I'm six days from home, and I got five little ones.
Show him who we are!
Second shot, Mr. Lea.
Raise yourself up.
That bastard hates me 'cause I'm Irish
So rude and disrespectful to my daddy.
No-account white man passing through.
Come on, clear the ring!
Boy, come on. You ain't got no money.
half of the forest, half of my own soul.
Hallelujah!
I know how much time you spend with my birds.
Folks sure did miss you at the wedding.
It's all right now. It's all right now.
Stand up.
Finish him!
Whole lot more than just me.
is 'cause it got beat into us.
Your first shot, Mr. Lea.
Still shaking, didn't even take aim.
and men who speak with double hearts.
Pay what you owe, Irish!
People say they know who I am.
Still waiting on that drink, Kizzy.
Hold up now. Hold up.
Sister Sarah.
We're all gonna be like Mingo.
but I know you ain't let go of my hand yet.
when they get like this.
Yeah, I'll vote Jackson.
Done.
Matilda was scared to death
Whoa!
I like it. Yes, sir!
Tend the birds.
Be sure of that!
Cooks, sews, handles the house.
♪ Like a turkey through the corn ♪
You do what Mingo tells you to do.