Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come see the babies.

He ran, and they shot him.

Let them niggers on the farm eat flesh.

Raise yourself up.

Been doing this fore you was alive.

Come on now, George.

I'm always passing through places,

but I know you ain't let go of my hand yet.

Mr. Lea, Miss Patricia.

Come on, clear the ring!

Other masters wouldn't have it.

No-account white man passing through.

Trust my birds, no one else.

half of the forest, half of my own soul.

Come with me, cousin.

My daddy likely to beat you

That ain't no place for no little boy.

is 'cause it got beat into us.

People say they know who I am.

Yeah, I'll vote Jackson.

♪ Like a turkey through the corn ♪

Some time I look at you, and I see Tom Lea.

Hold up now. Hold up.

I had more skill to see it.

Cooks, sews, handles the house.

cholera, lime leg, and canker.

Boy's gonna be my good luck charm, Kizzy.

I'd like to buy the boy from you.

Matilda was scared to death

I'm six days from home, and I got five little ones.

We're all gonna be like Mingo.

I heard he was a good man with the birds.

You do what Mingo tells you to do.

Why is that man always showing off your boy?

She gonna run off to the woods she came from,

It's all right now. It's all right now.

- We with Massa Tom... - Hey!

I had the courage to take it, and I had the man to win it.

Pay what you owe, Irish!

I brought you up right.

no beat-down African with half a foot!

You lying dog tom lea

And never to you, sir.

Scheme? Uh-huh.

Gentlemen, do either of you yield?

And the match goes to Tom Lea!

Charleston's a long ways away.

Then the militiamen showed up,

Tend the birds.

So rude and disrespectful to my daddy.

Morning, Reverend.

when they get like this.

That's how they do it.

Show him who we are!

Kizzy! No! No, Kizzy!

Maybe that's all folks who belive in God trying to do.

Folks sure did miss you at the wedding.

Can't you see I'm parched?

Whole lot more than just me.

Still waiting on that drink, Kizzy.

I hear thousands.

Have his God make slavery go away,

And I ain't told you enough.

What you need me to come for?

You good at exercising your mouth,

Where y'all coming from?

I don't care how long you own them sons of bitches.

You think I don't know I'm his son?

if we keep giving lowborn men a vote.

Mingo's got too much work to do, boy.

I like it. Yes, sir!

the barn in victory, you will cry tears

not regretting what got left behind.

And so far away from my mama and daddy,

Only knew one other somebody live his life

You'd never think of rising up with no slaves

You see, wealth gathered by vanity will diminish.

Just like that!

I know how much time you spend with my birds.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hell, I'm gonna be king of Caswell County.

George: We got 10 strong killers,

No slaves marching across the sea to be free.

Your first shot, Mr. Lea.

Ah, we're winning, George.

That bastard hates me 'cause I'm Irish

from the mouth of a fool like me?

You ain't hardly here, Mingo.

Come on. Get in it.

Boy, come on. You ain't got no money.

Second shot, Mr. Lea.

For what? Act like a gentleman.

Be sure of that!

And don't nobody love ya like your mama.

and men who speak with double hearts.

Still shaking, didn't even take aim.

- Get up! - Get him!

'Cause if you did, George, I'd blow your goddamn head off.

five young stags hungry for blood.

And yet you poke, poke, poke me like a damn hog.

Honey and milk are on thy tongue.

He a good ol' boy. Good ol' boy, no problem.

Son of a bitch.

♪ One day, one day ♪

High card will decide who fires first.