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Came with me to fight birds.

Get right at him.

You a fine man, George.

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

Mingo's hurt real bad, Massa.

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

Might be a skinny purse.

The way Kunta Kinte would do it.

with his secret feed in it.

Hurry up, George!

Ain't no bird gonna get above him.

And can't do that no more.

Now you ain't making no sense.

On my command, you will each

I depend on you.

Pardon me if I don't wish him luck.

Way you carry yourself,

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

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

Oh, Chicken George.

Keep them babies sliding out, increase my stock.

And the time they start having babies,

Now, you are all men of refinement and discretion,

Go and add $200 to my bet.

That's it! Come on!

Now, come on. I got you.

keepeth his life.

Mama there for Miss Patricia. She be fine.

We heard them coming in the night.

Son of a bitch.

messing with my birds in the range walk.

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

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

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

they'll take 10 steps at a tilt

Now it's obvious he gets that from you,

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

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

Bring that cock to the pen, Mingo.

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

On Easter Sunday,

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

Glad to see you're feeling better, Massa.

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

I figured out special exercises.

You don't listen.

Train his birds and his handlers.

Good morning, Mr. Jewett.

Always happy to take your money, Jewett.

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

make them stronger so they fly higher,

These boys might need a push to risk their money.

Rise up high. You the gamecock now.

Mama, you can't...

Come on, George!

Thank you, Mr. Jewett.

about that no-count cracker and his birds.

Place your birds.

Pretty penny out of pocket, too.

And fed them and helped Mingo fix them.

"... favorable on a cool day."

You just a flim-flam fool

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

for cotton Mississippi.

Don't you have love in your heart

You bucket of piss!

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

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

calling himself the Prophet.

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

Massa, what you doing?

to have you born into a world like this.

and I know all you care about is fighting chickens.

No matter how much laughing they do,

He a fine preacher.

I don't even know where he was born.

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

to get me papers... to be free.

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

Here you are, sir.

"The first cut of...

Step back, boy!

Sir Eric's carriage is leaving.

Everybody need chicken!

Not that that matters.

Gentlemen, face your birds!

but I've been wrong before.

Mingo, what the hell you doing, boy?

You strong. You fine, you hear me?