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TREACH: 240 for Bob.

What you earn is yours to keep.

I said roll, Jordan, roll

The Sabbath day, Master. I took me

(SCOFFS) Hamilton, there's nothing more we can do for him.

206 pounds for George.

they were astonished at his doctrine.

I am deeply saddened to hear about your misfortune.

Do you believe, sir, in justice, as you said?

Letting every ill thought fester inside them?

You've made a reputation of yourself.

Goddamn sniveling wench!

Splendid seeing you, sir. What catches your fancy?

Of what? Where has she gone?

We will take it.

Mike those Pajamas Are Just

Well, some say John was a Baptist

JONUS: You are ordered to return that property

I'm afraid to tell you.

I will write your letter, sir.

the company having left for a short time...

John is sorry for y'all, but that's how it be.

No, sir. Niggers are hired to work, not read or write.

And you know why?

Didn't he want you to hire him as an overseer?

...if we use the waterway.

I don't want to hear any more noise.

Where you going, boy?

Run, nigger, run The pattyroller will get you

If you kill me, I'll stick to that.

and commence to putting on clapboards.

if anybody would contradict you.

Well, some say John was a Baptist

Such was our life.

Master Trump,Sir.

You will sell the negress.

Would you know of Master Epps's consternation

My poor children.

Roll, Jordan, roll

(JOHN GROANING)

For the year when Jordan roll

Do what I ain't got the strength to do myself.

Not on my land.

Solomon, could I interest you in a new cravat?

Roll, Jordan, roll

Oh, little gossip on the Sabbath be fine. All things in moderation.

(UPBEAT FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYING)

Excuse me, Mistress Shaw.

MR. PARKER: One moment, sir, and you'll be assisted.

Every word you speak is a profound secret.

Then who is distressed?

Thank you, master bald.

MALES SLAVES: Sunshine

Well, I suppose once in a slave state, there's only one outcome.

(GROANS) (MUSIC STOPS)

This, here, what I went to Shaw's for.

And there will be a day of reckoning yet.

Born and bred slaves.

I'd rather not say.

Roll, Jordan, roll

Some say John was a Jew

What I done that God hates me so?

of Master's predilections and peculiarities.

Said Johnny baptized me

But I have had...

I don't lie, Master.

ARMSBY: It's a tragedy.

You're a Georgia slave!

Pure silk, by way of the French.

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE REMEMBER WHAT THEY THINK YOU ARE

well before I do away with her.

come and lighten my mood no further.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Come here, boy.

CHAPIN: What is the matter?

All right, all right, all right, all right.

And it is the least of it.

You cultivate cane previously?

Pick cotton off the fields

Same as the rest. Master brought you here to work, that's all.