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Gentlemen, whoever moves that nigger is a dead man.
I know you had some hand in this, Platt.
(WHISPERS) Hamilton, we must hurry. (SOLOMON GROANING)
Come on! Get, get, get!
Better than us.
Joyous.
Master sent me running to fetch you, said no time should be wasted.
I suppose so.
Any trouble?
OVERSEER: All right now. Y'all fresh niggers.
(PANTING)
He do.
Prepared not himself.
You're a slave!
Do you hear that?
there's the gilliardine. there's the kwamegeeh.
Sunshine
Mr. Ford, a pleasure.
(CHILDREN CONTINUE SCREAMING)
Ford is your opportunity?
No, sir, I have not.
All be observant to that.
(GASPING)
Why would you consign me to damnation with such an ungodly request?
The time for honoring yourself will soon be at an end
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Have you stopped crying for your children?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Help!
You have no use for her.
Under the mountain
Are you calling me a liar, boy?
If we could persuade you to accompany us as far as Washington-
Move. Come on.
My soul will rise in heaven, Lord
It's all right, Solomon.
Open your mouth. Open wider.
As you are aware...
Eliza! Stop it!
Ain't no need for all that. Just taking a little trip, that's all.
That there nigger shall be beaten with many stripes.
(SOBBING)
(EPPS WHOOPING)
Oh, children
I meant no disrespect.
New Orleans, if I was to venture.
Help!
Are you all right?
I secreted it from the mistress.
It's a simple enough request.
Even with a boat full of load.
(SLAVES CONTINUE SINGING)
Fill yourselves.
Come on, get.
in the art of prestidigitation.
(BURCH LAUGHING)
My name... My name is Solomon Northup.
I'm only asking, in the eyes of God, what is the difference?
What you standing there for?
Pick cotton off the fields
And this marvelous creature. Can you believe it? Mmm?
an unspeakable happiness...
Whatever it was, it passed.
Mmm.
Jerry Jones Be Like
You come back here, boy.
(SOBBING IN PAIN)
Draw up your letter.
Hush him up!
MALE SLAVE: (SINGING) My Lord
and Kingston and Queenston and a great many places.
(SOBBING) Anne...
This ain't done by half.
Strip your clothes.
Doing Group Work for Mrs.Mann " OH PICK THIS COTTON "
.
All's I know, if we get where we're traveling...
[singing] Ohhh, wash this window
Patsey, Master wishes you to return.
Run Nigger Run
And as paid for.
nigger platt
In high
EPPS: Come on, boy, move!
Get in there. Come on.
I'll cut your black throat!
Pick it up, Platt. Play that fiddle, boy.
(DOOR CLOSES) (LOCK CLICKS)
Thank you, sir.
Done.
And he is a hard man. Prides himself on being a nigger breaker.
as yet unseen by civilized man.
If you won't stand for me, I pray you'd
(MUSIC FADES)
if not born out of truth itself.
This lad? He's very brawny.
He is a slaver!
Yes, Master, I'm about it. These have all been replaced.
Joyous day.
If something rubs you wrongly...
My name...
It's a plague. It's damn biblical.
Pick cotton off the fields
Yes, sir.
Are you educated?
Nigger, get up!
He's my husband.
Scrub now.
Why didn't you answer when called?
Lay down and cry
But such profitable outcomes are reserved for plantation masters.
Collect a team. See what good you can do.
(LAUGHING)
Better off.
Give me a kiss.
What's he been telling you?