Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Work this cotton
Mmm. To Solomon.
Your name is Platt.
My soul will rise in heaven, Lord
No, my thanks to you.
MR. MOON: Devil call his name, there he is now.
Suppose.
The proceeds of my fiddling performances.
she always looked at me with an unkind nature.
Get in them cane.
Can you find your way to Bartholomew's?
You will have the most faithful slave in me.
I'm Mr. Jonus Ray.
Your children will soon be forgotten.
Oh, forgive me, Solomon. Forgive me, Mrs. Northup.
Where you from, Platt?
The cost to my current existence...
I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac...
Mr. Moon is being overly gracious.
Platt!
but fair compensation is all I ask.
500 pounds of cotton.
Your mother will come, I swear she will. But you must be silent.
Lies to your misdeeds!
Get your fiddle, Platt. Get up!
the devil was among my niggers.
I ain't got no comfort in this life.
(MAN GROANING) (WOMAN GROANING)
God love him.
Run, nigger, run The pattyroller will get you
and he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
I ain't done, Treach.
Ah! You admit it.
to see my wife...
She dead
Or I'll take it out on your skin.
Roll, Jordan, roll
And I call particular attention to Martha.
Your decision. Unhand him.
Well, I don't want to survive.
(RATTLING CONTINUES)
RADBURN: Hey, you. Get up.
Patsey.
No! Master Epps.
No words were spoken, none of consequence.
Hey, Mr. Pattyroller Don't catch me
[singing] Ohh, I wash this window
what about our holes george? boing yes faye they're ulcer beri beri vomit excankles.
Follow me, please.
She pick with more vigor than any other nigger.
You must know that I'm not a slave.
You ask plainly, so I will tell you plainly.
Strike her.
Not a damn one.
For the year when Jordan roll
But I have no understanding of the written...
WOMAN: (SINGING) Went down to the River Jordan
For y'all, there ain't nothing but that.
God damn you. I thought you knowed something!
Clemens! CAPTAIN: Get him back!
Poor, poor woman.
(SIGHING)
That I had one that needed watching...
(DOG BARKING)
Are you a slave?
Damn all y'all!
They are as smooth to the touch as a yearling's coat.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
You see that?
That old thing of yours is just rags and tatters.
And God gave her to me.
FORD: Platt.
Come sample what I baked for y'all.
After we arrive, we'll be put to market.
Just Armsby.
I do.
No.
Solomon Northup Staunton.
verifying the negro known as Clemens Ray is my property.
And then one of them, which was a lawyer...
You goddamn black bastard.
SOLOMON: Shop well, sir, but mind your wallet.
You see that look of insolence she give me?
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
SOLOMON: The creek is plenty deep enough to sail.
I'm a free man. A resident of Saratoga, New York.
be Master Shaw broadcasting his affections...
What you looking at?
Lethe!
For the year when Jordan roll
Roll, Jordan, roll
Tries to get white fellas to mail them.
Master Ford.
The residence of my wife and children who are equally free.
MAN: Now keep your mouth shut.
A filthy, godless heathen.
Line up!
Sunshine
Please. Eliza!
I won't have my mood spoiled.
For all of you raw niggers that don't know...
Yes, sir
Washington.
somewhere in the course of eternal
My Lord
I believe so.
Boy, our masters will not come for us.
Rags and tatters.
I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.
Epps, I merely mean to finish the work at hand, as requested.
No, ma'am. No trouble.
64 pounds.
Three can't go against the whole crew.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
So, you did.
I say, be gone!
I will not go without my children!