Mandingo Page #3
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- 1975
- 127 min
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Damn.
You can read,
can't you?
And write.
Who learned you, mem?
It was you,
huh, cicero?
Damn! Get out of here!
My papa done well
to sell you.
Reading! You know
what you can get
for reading?
Go on!
There we go.
Ahh.
There.
O.K.
You got to keep
your feet
Pressed hard
on his belly now,
So the rheumatism drains
right out from the sole,
all right?
Yes. Yes, doctor.
All right.
Hammond.
Doc.
Well, good night all.
I'll do that,
lucrezia.
You stay curled up there,
boy.
Good night, doc.
Good night.
Papa, I got to peel
mem's rump.
What's he done?
Well, he-
He's just been getting
too uppity is all.
You protecting him
again?
What'd he do now?
Papa, I catch mem
reading.
He can read.
Reading!
That dumb-ass,
broke-head, n*gger read-
I don't want to see!
You know what
old sam tucks do
with readin' n*ggers?
Puts out an eye.
Cures them good.
One eye, not two.
Blind,
there's no damn use,
But one eyes
work as hard-
Don't give
no more trouble.
No, papa, no.
I'll just whup him
a bit is all.
'taint enough.
That's all, papa.
A larruping will do it.
Then whup him fierce.
Hammond,
you got to cut deep,
'cause a n*gger don't
feel physical punishment
soon as a white man.
And you rub in
the pimentade after.
Hurts like hell,
But heals the scars
right clean.
And tell lucrezia borgia
to use fresh red pepper
in the pimentade,
Fresh lemon,
and plenty of salt.
Yes, sir.
Good night, papa.
Plenty of salt,
I say.
Yes, sir.
Reading.
You pray for memnon
tonight, massa?
Ain't no use
me praying for you,
Seeing as how
You can do it
for your own self.
May after tomorrow-
After you been whupped.
Now, git.
Yes, sir, massa.
Master, sir?
What you want, dite?
Master, I knocked up.
Oh, I been looking
for that.
Master,
when my sucker come,
Can'st I keep it?
It's for your own good,
dite.
So you won't feel bad
if'n we go to sell it.
Now, I lay me
down to sleep,
I pray the lord
my soul to keep.
If I should die
before I wake,
Pray the lord
my soul to take.
Haul him up, pokey.
Please.
Don't want a beating.
Master hammond, please.
No, please!
No, please, stop!
Please.
Please,
massa hammond.
Go on, meg.
You sure look a-funny
hanging there.
Shut your mouth, meg.
Now...
Stand off from him-
So like-
And aim for his bottom.
You get him in the legs
it don't hurt him none,
But don't you slam
his back.
Yes, sir, master.
Go ahead.
You ain't
doing that right.
Give me that.
Now, this is how
you do it.
Who the hell are you
to touch my n*ggers?
Why, cousin hammond.
Don't you recognize me?
We was little ones.
I'm charles.
Major woodford's son
from crowfoot plantation.
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