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I own it and everything on it.

Pay the man his money.

Teach me to fight them?

What's going on here?

Why ain't nobody find him yet?

Want to let him jeer you,

Then turn a profit on what you own.

I'll stay with him.

especially not one like Tom Lea.

Long ride, lots to do.

You ain't never been gone this long before, George.

Be good for the boy.

Damn. What the hell is this?

George, what'd you do? What... What'd he do, Massa?

But he too caught up and concerned

Folks is mostly fools when it come to knowing that.

It's George. You trust me.

Well, I ain't trying to be

Oh, you ain't never seen a fighter like me before...

I thought you was dead.

Said he never saw a man with a touch for the birds like you.

Our final pair of the Charleston Main!

trying to be his own man...

For better or worse, they got a bond.

Plus side bets.

Ain't nothing fun about being with that man,

See, the Lord tells us beware of flattering lips

And I'd dine with niggers before I'd dine with you.

It's the cocks.

against me and Tricia, would you, George?

Tom Lea dreams of every penny slipped through.

This country will sink into a cesspool

Make her free to leave with me tomorrow,

My daddy decides who courts me.

she was never gonna see you again.

I offer conversation and good cheer on a fine holiday.

but it would have been a terrible sin

Ain't no bird gonna beat him.

No, you can't kill him.

Clear as day to those got eyes.

I raised these birds since they was chicks.

Then you can move that gal...

the way you always do.

You look awful, and you stink.

come pretty and go fast.

Since when you a man of faith?

I'll pay you in a week!

I'm not sure anyone has much sway over your boy.

You ain't free, George.

No, please don't!

Well, there's Tom Lea and his lovely wife, Patricia.

Sorry for your inconvenience.

I'm tired of working land.

Hm. I know one thing.

Not if he gonna name the first one Tom.

Do it, George, or I will shoot you.

Came from my papa.

Got to be a man when you messing with these birds.

that Englishman will call me even if I give you to him...

You can't tell me to leave my family!

The first duty of a Mandinka warrior is to raise a family.

Heard some riders was heading for the Lea farm,

I'm gonna rise up above every man who ever looked down on me.

for equipment, seed, and stock.

Match to Sir C. Eric Russell.

- Get this nigger off of me! - Stop him!

patting him on his back.

Ain't that right, Tricia?

Six tents. We taking 20 birds.

Truth is your sustenance.

Don't trust you, neither.

Turn your head away, show you weak.

You low bastard, Tom Lea!

...shall face destruction.

I heard about some slaves buying their freedom nowadays.

You ain't never been beat. I don't overwork you.

I ain't giving them that man's name.

Think Miss Patricia gonna sell us all together?

And I deserve it.

What keeps me living.

I dropped from a chestnut tree high as a hawk,

I look forward to testing your prowess against my birds.

You really are the trash everybody says you is!

Let 'em through.

A man who mistreats a woman who loves him.

I ain't never seen Mama in a mood like this.

Wants this all clear by sundown.

That what you want?

waste your money on drink and gambling.

while traveling to buy gamecocks for me.

That make you dizzy?

Take my secret feed.

I know my God's real.

I know I didn't pay it no mind with all our other babies.

You challenged me.

Fight the cock boy! Fight the cock boy!

What have I ever done to you, sir?

I told you what I'd do.

Ah, you can visit him every Sunday.

Then why don't you try me out?

Mr. Lea, do you yield?

Folks say birds are stupid.

Well, she's almost past having babies.

I see you clearly, sir, exactly as they all see you.

How you know it's the right spot?

Hey! What y'all doing?

Where you get all this finery?

Reverend Lyon, what the hell you doing here?