Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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