Mandingo Page #3

Synopsis: Slave owner Warren Maxwell insists that his son, Hammond, who is busy bedding the slaves he buys, marry a white woman and father him a son. While in New Orleans, he picks up a wife, Blanche, a "bed wench," Ellen, and a Mandingo slave, Mede, whom he trains to be a bare-knuckle fighting champion. Angered that Hammond is spending too much time with his slaves, Blanche beds down Mede.
Director(s): Richard Fleischer
Production: Paramount Pictures
  1 win.
 
IMDB:
6.2
Rotten Tomatoes:
31%
R
Year:
1975
127 min
623 Views


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.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes

Norman Wexler

Norman Wexler (August 6, 1926 – August 23, 1999) was an American screenwriter whose work included such films as Saturday Night Fever, Serpico and Joe, for which he received an Oscar nomination in 1971. A Detroit native and 1944 Central High School graduate, Wexler attended Harvard University before moving to New York in 1951. more…

All Norman Wexler scripts | Norman Wexler Scripts

0 fans

Submitted on August 05, 2018

Discuss this script with the community:

0 Comments

    Translation

    Translate and read this script in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "Mandingo" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 29 Mar. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/mandingo_13307>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!

    Browse Scripts.com

    The Studio:

    ScreenWriting Tool

    Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.