Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The reason for our inquiry with Mr. Moon...
Where's the boy called Platt?
Now, them cane ain't gonna jump up and bite you.
For the year when Jordan roll
Run, nigger, run Well, you better get away
Tell me.
My soul will rise in heaven, Lord
Solomon Northup is my name.
Oh, work this cotton
Working a field and picking cotton like a lowly hand.
Now do you take this lot, Mr. Ford, or do you pass on them?
The Sabbath day, I is free to roam.
(PANTING)
(GASPING)
SOLOMON: (SOBBING) Help.
Just a few picayunes, but all I have in the world.
Right there. Just sit down.
How could I write a letter without ink or paper?
I will do no such thing.
I will give you something to cry about, you goddamned witch!
Fair and final.
Come on, boy.
You will accept a note?
Yes, sir.
Cleaning Tubs "OOOOH PICK THIS COTTON"
Clemens!
This is nice.
But truthfully, I could find no others who would take you.
And I'll accept whatever payment's offered.
And no better for following instruction!
Master!
He wants to make you believe we're all gonna run away...
Bring the Lord into your deceptions?
You ain't a free man.
Under the mountain (GROANS)
Two seasons God done sent a plague to smite me.
There are others.
That nigger that don't obey his lord...
MISTRESS FORD: This one's crying. Why is this one crying?
until I is still and without life.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Two of them? You got two?
Man ain't mean, boys
Hamilton, you know too much.
(UPBEAT FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYING)
I worked as an overseer, you know.
(SINGING) Oh, pick this cotton
You're no free man.
Return it.
and my family again.
Off to work at Sandy Hill again?
SOLOMON: I meant no disrespect to you, Mistress.
for your return here to Saratoga, two weeks from today.
I don't say that to give you empty agitation, John.
then I ask, I beg...
Solomon! Solomon!
My fairest price.
Darling, it's good money.
(PANTING)
Now, guess where that is.
at the post office in Marksville...
the money paid for delivering you to this place.
(SINGING) Nigger run Nigger flew
What is it?
I know nothing of this arrangement.
Ah, Mr. Northup. Mrs. Northup.
Come here!
You need something proper to wear.
(GASPING)
(SCREAMING)
I offer you the opportunity to speak on it.
If you want to survive, do and say as little as possible.
Now, do you see how fit this boy is?
Nigger tore his shirt in two
Let's go find something sweet for you. Hmm?
His master gonna pay his debt!
Stand up when you hear your name. Eliza.
For what cause?
No, I don't! (GROANS)
And you know what of transport and terraforming?
You menfolk got no shame letting Patsey out-pick you.
What did you say to Pats?
I'll beg it.
You luxuriate in his favor.
What do you got to say to that?
(LAUGHS) And I myself in aide of Mr. Brown...
BASS: It is horrid. It's all wrong.
Rush here, boys! Rush here!
forgive me.
(GASPING IN PAIN)
Superb. A moment, please.
(PATSEY SOBBING)
Ugh! (GROANING)
I will have flesh.
Roll, Jordan, roll
Tell me again.
I understand I got a learned nigger that writes letters.
You're from Georgia.
Work be like...
I saw you talking with her.
If only I didn't have to share your cooking with other people.
Come on. Ouch.
You got no cause!
I'll do it.
What is the matter?
Solomon, let me weep for my children!
Mr. Northup!
waked him up in the middle of the night...
Stop Your Wailing!
I got no doubts. The man is Solomon Northup.
now, I have others serving me.
(PIGS SQUEALING)
It filled that black face.
You will strike her until her flesh
Your price don't reflect your concern.
Platt Epps, good Sunday morning.
You're nothing but a Georgia runaway.
EDWARD: Pick that cotton.
They are, sir.