Mandingo Page #4

I said I'm staying.

I said get out!

Aah!

Stop it, armand! I have

you whipped to death!

Stop them! Stop them!

Mede! Mede, stop that,

I tell you! Stop it!

No, no, let them fight.

$1,000 to the owner

of the winner.

Ohh!

Ohh!

$1,000 for you,

madame caroline,

If your man wins.

500. 500, I bet.

Get up! Get up!

Get up!

I proclaim mede

the victor.

God damn, mede!

Damn! Good boy!

That was damn pretty.

Hey, you hurtin'?

I'm fine, master.

Just fine.

Come on, come on

over here.

Wash your face off,

sit down. Come on.

Monsieur.

Your winnings,

monsieur.

Ha ha ha ha.

Whatever

you paid for him,

I'll double it.

Hell, I paid

$4,500 for him.

9,000.

No, sir.

No, sir,

he ain't for sale.

Come on.

Then he must

fight my man-topaz.

In two months,

perhaps three.

Here.

All right.

Whoa. Whoa.

What for are

we stoppin' here?

The horse be tired.

Mede, you get him

some water.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Brownlee come by.

Got a n*gger he only

wants to sell me-cicero.

Oh, yes, sir. He's

a troublemaker, sir.

I don't mind that kind.

I like to tame them.

Too many n*gger risings

are happening.

Virginia,

the carolinas,

Especially georgia.

Folks still talk about

that nat turner

And abolitionist

comin' down here

With that liberator

newspaper, I guess,

Is puttin' ideas

in their head. Ellen!

Ellen! Yeah,

I'm talkin' to you.

Come here!

Mr. Hammond

craves to buy you.

You want to go with him?

Get your bundle.

Who's the wench?

Slave I bought

some time back.

She for the mandingo?

She ain't.

Here's falconhurst.

This it?

This is it.

Oh, now, my papa, we

mustn't tell him nothin'.

O.K., hammond,

I swear I won't.

You hear me?

He never got to know

you weren't pure.

Bust his heart.

Bust it right open

Thinkin' of falconhurst

going to a son of a-

Hell, we all married.

Ain't nothin' we can

do about it.

Whoa! Whoa!

Hello.

And this is the new missus.

Oh, well,

ain't she pretty?

Oh.

Oh.

You know...Ha ha ha.

You know, ever

since your ma died,

I've been wantin' another

pretty white mistress,

And-and-and now

I got me one.

Papa, this is

cousin blanche.

She's your

daughter now, papa.

We're married

and everything.

Welcome home to

falconhurst, my dear.

It ain't fine ahead

like crowfoot,

But it's right

comfortin'. Come inside.

joshua, come

hold this horse.

Mandingo.

You brought home

a mandingo.

Later, papa.

You can see him later.

Ha. A bride

and a mandingo. Ha.

What are you doing?

Don't touch that.

Leave that alone.

Go unpack the dresses.

Where's she sleepin'?

Wherever you like,

with a bed.

Oh, no, not in here.

We ain't gonna do

nothin' this evening.

Ain't you sleepin' here?

You content to have

your wife cryin'

all night long?

What's your papa

gonna think?

He and ma

had separate rooms.

Won't make him think

we ain't happy together.

Well, I'll tell him.

Tense!

You step outside

for a second.

Go on, go on!

What you gonna tell him?

That you had

someone 'fore me?

You decides to say

who pleasured you 'fore me,

I just might treat you

a bit better.

I might.

You goin' to that

wench of yours-ellen?

What you doin' in here?

What you doin'?

You just get out,

you hear me?

I don't want you

sleepin' in here.

Oooee!

Heaven be praised.

You sure he pure?

I don't want no half.

Oh, yes, sir.

I got the papers

right here.

Mede.

What happened

to him?

Oh, he fought...

And won.

I'm going to fight him

again as soon

as I get him trained.

He look ruined.

His testicles,

they ain't been

teared out?

No, sir,

he's fine.

He's so big, he'd

tear the wenches.

Little bacon rind

gonna fix that.

Lucrezia borgia.

You saved for big pearl.

Might as well

put 'em together

right away.

But, pa. Uh, no, pa.

But, now...

Mede's still

tired out.

He's hurtin'.

I ain't tired,

massa.

I'm ready.

He say you tired,

you tired.

Don't dispute.

Lucrezia borgia,

you take him

in the kitchen

And fill him up

right good.

And make him

swallow down about

half a dozen raw eggs.

Oh, I'll make him

swallow those eggs.

They'll choke him silly.

Pa?

Papa?

This worries me.

Oh.

I see what's

botherin' you.

The papers say this mede's

the brother of big pearl's.

Lucy's his ma.

They don't

know nothin'.

Mede was a sucker

when he was sold.

Papa,

that'll be incest.

Works supperin'

with animals, works

fine with n*ggers.

Yeah, but what

you gonna do then

If the sucker

turn out to be

some kind of monster?

Snuff it out.

You got to get

certain ideas

out of your head.

How much

you pay for her?

Oh. 1,500.

1,500 for a wench.

Not bad. She was there,

and I boughten her.

She's gonna be

my bed wench.

Blanche ain't gonna

like that.

Well, now,

you said yourself

White ladies don't like

too much pesterin'.

White ladies don't

like their husband

gettin' tender

With a wench,

neither.

Go on,

in you get.

Come on, chuck

down those pants.

Get in there.

Ahh!

Sss!

It hot, massa.

Get down in there!

Come on!

Papa, that rind

awful hot.

Got to be

to toughen his hide.

You reckon you could

soften him instead?

It's all right.

Just so it ain't

burnin' or scaldin'.

Them old romans

always salted

their fightin' slaves.

Can't stand it,

massa hammond!

It hurt!

You stay there!

You got skin

like a sucker.

Any champeen buck'd

tear you up.

Damn.

Aah!

Uhh!

Get him on his back!

Come on! Get him

on his back!

Come on,

kick him again!

Come on, mede!

Get on top of him!

Man! Come on!

Get him!

Get him!

Turn his head, mede!

Get your arms around

him! Pull him down!

Come on,

flip him over!

Go ahead, man,

throw the water.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Aah!

Aah!

Damn, you a lucky buck,

able to fight like that.

Go on, get out of here!

Go on!

That right pretty,

mede. You comin'

along good.

Thank you, sir.

That's right. You're

gonna make a good fighter.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You wipe him off

and tell lucy and

lucrezia borgia

To rub him down good.

Yes, sir,

master hammond.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, you're

gettin' good, mede.

You're gettin' to be

a better 'n' better

white man's fightin' animal.

When they gonna teach you

how to growl, grunt,

'n' maul?

Whoop! Whoop! Uh!

When you gonna learn

the color of your skin,

mede?

Just as soon...

As you stop puttin' on

your smilin' n*gger

face...

For massa hammond.

You drink them toddies

like an old drunk.

Blanche ain't settled

down here yet,

And you

ain't helpin' her

ignorin' her.

And I thank you,

papa warren.

Now, how that fightin'

buck do?

Hell, papa,

he'd have broke

that bonkin's neck.

He flipped him

so high-

is that all you

can talk about?

Your n*ggers!

That's all you

ever talk about!

Well, I'm

gonna tell you

somethin'.

My pa-

Hell,

your pa's bust!

Go after her, hammond.

She your wife.

Go on, I say.

Ohhh...

My head.

My head's

spinnin' around...

And around.

Just drunk.

No.

Hammond...

The reason...

The reason I took

that toddy...

Was to get up

the courage

to say to you...

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