Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mmm-hmm.
Master Epps.
(GASPING)
Getting ready
Before I came to you, I was a freeman.
Cleaning Tubs " OOOOH PICK THIS COTTON
If they are allowed to climb no higher than brute animals...
It will have been my duty.
It's beautiful.
Niggers ain't got no stomach for a fight.
It would be...
(CHAINS RATTLING)
He pantomimes.
512!
BURCH: Get down out of that wagon. Come on.
Stay here.
That's real good, boy. That's real good.
Get up!
A misguided belief, no doubt.
(PANTING)
Yes, sir.
(BLOWING)
So, inspect at your leisure.
I can, ma'am.
(SOBBING)
The most faithful slave that has ever lived.
(BLOWING)
(PANTING)
(TIBEATS GROANS)
I don't know, Master.
Jasper, out.
and i will have all of it.
himself as this little child...
I will have satisfaction for this wrong.
Did you beguile him, Platt, with your slick nigger ways?
When I asked him why...
All right, come on.
Clemens Ray! Master.
a fearful ill resting upon this nation.
The fact that I can walk out of here tomorrow brings me great pleasure.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Don't shy back.
God bless him. God keep him.
Circus is too constricting a word...
Take them out, get to whipping.
Oh, no, no, no.
Do not look in his direction. Continue on.
Up, up, up the stairs.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
shall be beaten with many stripes.
(BLOWING OUT CANDLES)
(BLOWING) I'll take this.
TREACH: 180 pounds.
and eventually, I was brought to the city under the false pretense...
I became a little too dependent on the whiskey...
(PLAYING RHYTHMIC TUNE)
It's very likely he will grow into a fine beast.
I'd be just as certain they're counting
For the year when Jordan roll
But who so shall offend one of these little ones...
is rent and meat and blood flow equal...
Sun gonna set here
There will be none for you, Patsey.
Platt!
and he forgive merciful acts.
if a team of niggers cleared it out.
As Master Berry's health failed,
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Said Johnny baptized me
Platt, is it?
What the hell?
(SOBBING)
when the nigga tries to leave..
Get off the porch.
Stop your wailing!
(GROANING)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
And tomorrow...
You fit the description given.
Solomon.
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(GROANING)
With frequency.
(CONTINUES PANTING)
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Produce your papers.
(CHUCKLING)
up to the mill and start them working.
What you looking at, boy?
He is Mr. Solomon Northup.
Montreal...
we'll wish we'd died trying.
Come on, move it!
Clemens!