Whity

The pudding's not to their taste.

A lot of things are not to their taste.

You don't understand me, I think.

I want them to like everything

we do for them.

They're waiting.

You shouldn't sing songs like that.

What songs?

Black songs.

Whity!

We should have him put to sleep.

There are so many ways today.

Injections...

Just a prick of the needle...

He wouldn't feel a thing...

and he'd fall asleep...

forever.

Look.

He's fond of you, Kate.

Dead,...

you'd be a sweet memory.

Alive,...

you're just a nuisance, a useless creature.

He's a Nicholson.

Yes, you're right.

Forgive me.

You'll learn to get along with us.

I...

I beg your pardon, Massa.

I... thank you, Massa.

What's that n*gger doing here?

Who is he?

He's the Nicholson's butler.

What does that mean?

He's the wealthiest

rancher round here.

That's enough.

Come on, boys.

Or are you yellow?

Play!

Throw him out!

Do not kiss me Seora

Someone might come.

Then Garcia won't be happy anymore.

No one can disturb us.

you foolish Mexican.

Only Davie...

and not even someone like you

need be afraid of him.

Now tell me...

What does my husband have?

Is it serious?

Soon he'll die.

Everything eaten up.

All rotten, Seora.

I love you.

Oh, I love you!

Beat me, beat me!

Crazy!

Ben!

Whi...ty.

Yes?

You'd... like to be rich?

That wouldn't befit me.

Kill my father, hmm?

Oh, yes.

Yes, sir.

The doctor says you're dying.

Don't look at me like that, Ben.

Is it my fault...

you're sick?

We'll make the time

you've got left...

just great, won't we Ben?

You must think

of my future, Ben, hmm?

One can get used

to so many things.

Have you been working, Frank?

I was riding out

over my father's land.

Whity's made a number

of suggestions, Katherine.

The blacks should be given

more rights.

Then they wouldn't get up to...

so much mischief.

I...

- Yes?

I think so, too.

We need the blacks to do the work.

And if there were trouble...

it wouldn't be good...

for the work, I mean, would it?

I've acquainted myself...

with ideas like that, too.

It might be...

useful later, Pa.

- Close the door.

I shall implement

some of these ideas.

Of course, Pa.

Come here.

To hell with you, baby!

Who was that?

A customer, darling.

Anything wrong?

No...Why?

Just a feeling I had.

Let's go East...

the two of us.

Why not?

I'm content here.

Davie spied on us last night.

Ben couldn't get it up.

That's why he's so mad.

Whip me instead of him, Massa.

OK. Strip off!

Yell, Whity! Yell!

Its better you do what I want.

He's taking a beating for Davie.

Crazy!

That was pretty good, Whity.

Yes, that's it.

Here you are.

Bye.

Has my telegram arrived?

Would you mind?

- Are you in a hurry?

Yes.

You're in luck. It's arrived.

Here.

She believe it immediately.

Her eyes light up.

Then she pull me onto bed

and scream I should beat her.

Now I get the money.

I play your doctor well?

Oh yes.

And then?

Then he boasted that he had...

raped my wife.

Is this your husband?

Assassin!

Mr. Nicholson's telling the truth.

I... heard it all.

It'll soon heal.

Ben Nicholson's a very sick man.

He hasn't much longer to live.

Then there'll be no one in charge

of the Nicholson estate.

Or do you think Frank,

or even Davie would be capable?

I reckon...

the two of us...

would be able to...

We're tough.

You must get rid of Frank.

N*gger's whore!

My mother is a whore.

It's crazy!

He's going to her now.

I knew you'd come.

You called, madam?

Bring me a glass of water.

With ice.

Yes, madam.

You called?

Give me a candy, Whity.

And quick about it.

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